Boyfriend!dazai Who…

omg i just had an idea. you know those origami cat rings? how would dazai react if the reader made one of those for him and for herself, so that they can have matching rings? 💗

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"what're you doing?" dazai asks, looking over your shoulder and down at the small colorful piece of paper you're fiddling with. there's a small stack of the same papers nearby, each delicately folded into what look like rings. you don't immediately reply, too immersed in whatever you're folding.

dazai rests his chin on your shoulder and watches you expertly fold the paper in your hand into yet another ring. they're nothing fancy — they're essentially just strips of paper with two triangles sticking out. as dazai observes for a little while longer, he realizes what they're supposed to be — cat rings, just like the ones he saw kyouka exchanging with yosano and atsushi that morning.

after you use a fine-tipped black marker to scribble a cat face on the ring in your hand, you turn and show it to dazai. it's a little wrinkled and one eye's bigger than the other, but the smile on your face makes it nearly perfect in his eyes. "what do you think?" you ask, tilting your head slightly. somehow, dazai's vaguely reminded of a puppy when he takes in the way you look at him — so content and at ease.

dazai moves one hand from his pocket to your hand, plucking the ring out of your fingers and lifting it up to his eye-level. the faintly confused hm? that slips out of your lips melts his heart, and a soft smile curves the corners of his mouth upwards. "it's so cute," he replies, pressing a kiss to your cheek. his lips linger, and his breath is minty and cool. "just like you," he continues, reaching up and pinching one of your cheeks with his other hand.

you scrunch up your nose, and you're rewarded with a dramatic rendition of dazai tilting his head back and pretending to faint. "really, darling," he sighs, "you have to be the cutest girl i've ever had the pleasure of meeting." still wrapped around you from behind, dazai slips the cat ring onto your ring finger with a cheeky smile. "and hopefully, you'll be the last."

The first thing Bakugo wants after a life or death fight with a villain is to fuck you.

Bakugo denies all medical attention, ignores his colleagues pleas to calm down as he barrels off the battlefield in a blind fury. He storms through the front door, still covered in freshly spilled blood and practically growling like a wounded animal while his eyes search for you in your shared home.

You rush downstairs at the sound, your eyes widening in shock when you approach him. “Katsuki? What the h—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

His lips are on yours in an instant, shoving you up against the wall in a desperate attempt to get closer to you. Dirtied gloves paw at your clothes, the salty metallic taste of blood and sweat coating your tongue from his split lip as he shoves his tongue in your mouth. It’s as if Bakugo’s body is moving on its own, his mind trapped in a haze of unknown need.

“Need you,” he groans while sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, one of his hands threading into your hair and holding the back of your head. “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Kats—”

You try to pull back, to ask him what’s going on, but he keeps cutting you off with harsher kisses and bites to your neck. Bakugo pants against your pulse point, licking the skin as his voice becomes uncharacteristically soft. “Please…”

That’s when you notice the tremble in his touch, how the hand on your waist is squeezing tight enough to leave a bruise. It clicks — this isn’t just about sex and he won’t say it, can’t say it. He needs you. Needs you to distract him, hold him and get the adrenaline out of his body, to not let the fear of almost losing you drown him.

One of your hands tangles in his hair as you kiss down his neck, your teeth sinking into the spot that makes his knees buckle. Bakugo audibly moans, a low and guttural sound that only you know how to pull out of him. You lead him to the couch in the living room, ripping off his hero suit piece by piece to give him exactly what he wants.

“Thank you” are the only two words that roll off his tongue repeatedly like a prayer, spliced between voracious moans as you ride him harder than ever before. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

boxer bakugou au drabble!!

an: based off this video! a little smutty at the end. minors dni. hey again

your boyfriend walks out of his en-suite bathroom with a pristine white towel slung low around his waist, skin moist and shiny just from the shower. the binded cotton wrap around his abdomen not only makes you wince from the bruises underneath but makes you pout from his gorgeous muscled body being hidden away. he roughly dries his hair with a hand towel, always so rough as he holds his phone in his other hand.

you’ve both come home from his match, his winning boxing match. it’s been a long, action packed, anxiety rushing day for you and adrenaline punched day for him. cameras everywhere, flashing lights too. you’ve actually barely seen him today since as soon as you arrived to the arena, he was rushed away for some last minute training. having a boxer for a boyfriend isn’t for the weak, watching him get hurt on a public stage for everyone to see… but it only makes you more grateful to come home with him and snuggle in bed together at the end of the day. especially when the golden belt hangs off the side of the bed.

bakugou katsuki is usually exhausted nearing three am after a match. energy wiped from being pumped up for the week and his whole body shutting down for well needed rest. you’re expecting him to whine at you to move over so he can squeeze in next to you and kiss you to sleep.

instead he’s glued to his phone with a grin showing every single tooth in his mouth. he’s watching something, a video on repeat and you’re sure that’s your voice on the other end.

he begins to chuckle after his fiftieth watch. throwing his hair towel in the basket and grabbing some clean shorts.

“you’re so insane, baby. y’know i love you so fuckin’ much.”

his words burn all over your skin. technically it was half a compliment but you’ll take it all the same.

“insane? what are you watching?”

he yanks on his shorts, dropping the towel around his waist and heads towards you laying on his bed. you’re just in one of his big t-shirts and panties.

he slides in beside you carefully because of his bruised ribs.

“i was sent this from management. you’re adorable. my girl.”

your boyfriend shows you the video he’s been watching all evening. it currently has thousands of views.

it starts with these two guys you saw earlier in the evening talking into microphones by the boxing stage katsuki was about to get on. they both look unprofessional, like losers honestly.

“bakugou’s been shit this season, he’s gonna get murdered up there by shindou, i’ll tell you that for free!” one says laughing obnoxiously.

“he can barely hit a right hook. all bark and no bite that guy.”

you’re walking behind them, only trying to get to your seat with security guards in front and behind you. then you realise what they’re saying and you walk over to the two men to yank the microphone out of his hands. the men are gobsmacked, jaws dropped and mumbling to get the microphone back. the camera swings to you, looking stunning with your leather jacket and jeans. you’re glowing under all the lights, paired with a furious frown.

“you both say all of this shit in front of the camera but could never say this to his face. nothing you’re saying is factual, just talking straight out of your ass for what? the couple views being your mother and your dog. go get a life!” then you press the microphone in the man’s chest and walk away.

the camera struggles around then records the floor before cutting out.

watching the video back you’re perhaps a little embarrassed, acting on your emotions isn’t something you do regularly but someone saying shit about your boyfriend and you’re an engine ready to start.

“i fuckin’ love this video. my fuckin’ girl,” bakugou chuckles with pride, the pain in his abs non existent as he looks over at you. he drops his phone on his chest to give you a long smooch.

it’s minty from just brushing his teeth and his lips are moist from vaseline he scrubbed on. you give him two pecks at the end with your hand caressing his cheek.

“nothing they said made sense and they’d shit themselves if they met you in person. somebody had to say it,” you defend, all while bakugou grins at you like you’re an angel that is visiting him for the evening.

“yeah, you had to say it. stickin’ up for me while i’m backstage. you dunno what this means to me babe.” his eyes flicker to your lips then your eyes, “thanks. and you looked fuckin’ sexy doin’ it.”

you laugh softly, “obviously. i’d always stick up for you. people lying about you makes me so mad.”

he hums, “stop talkin’ you’re gonna get me excited.”

you roll your eyes but you’re so enamoured by him. just like he is by you.

“anything you want, you did win today.”

a kiss on your forehead then ruby jewels meet yours. “i wanna eat you out for a bit? my reward for tonight.”

his reward is pleasuring you for the night? you need to grab microphones off idiots more often.

well Chuuya??? was it????

don't be mad

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: a series of connected one-shots set in the same universe that can be read as standalones or all together, centered around port mafia member (eventually executive)!reader and dazai's relationship progressing over the years.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: as promised the master list for the universe i’ve been talking about for almost a month now!! they're all in chronological order! and as i said above, can be read as standalones or all together. keep in mind there might be some minor discontinuities but for the most part, there shouldn't be any.

CHAMPAGNE KISSES | AGE 16

summary: to be added

YOU AND ME (ALWAYS FOREVER) | AGE 18

more than friends, not quite lovers. that's been your relationship with dazai osamu for as long as you can remember. you didn't want to push him, and you gave him plenty of chances, but there's only so long you can wait for someone. you thought you would be better off moving on—you were wrong, of course.

KNOW IT'S FOR THE BETTER (ALL I WANTED WAS YOU) | AGE 18, POST-DEFECTION

summary: to be added, april 23

DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS | AGE 19

seven months after his defection, you run into dazai osamu by sheer chance. you know in your heart what you should do—traitors are to be disposed of, regardless of any previous relationship you might've had with them... but can you bring yourself to do what must be done? or will you be more driven by the questions you desperately need answered?

HE'S THE SERPENTINE, HE'S MY COLLAR | AGE 22

you're finally back in yokohama after spending three years abroad dealing with mori's foreign business. the last person you want is to see dazai osamu, the wounds of his abrupt betrayal still too fresh for comfort. unfortunately, he decides to take matters into his own hands by showing up at your office in the middle of the night

I LAUGH LIKE ME AGAIN (SHE LAUGHS LIKE YOU) | AGE 22

summary: to be added, may 14

GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY/KILLER QUEEN | AGE 22

summary: to be added

NOT CONNECTED

PLEASE DON'T GO, I'LL EAT YOU WHOLE (I LOVE YOU SO) | AGE 17

summary: to be added, may 7

TRAIL OF BROKEN HEARTS

TŌRU OIKAWA x f! reader

“cause i’ve made some real big mistakes but you made the worst one look fine. i should’ve known it was strange.”

cw: college au, older brother’s best friend!oikawa (older brother is iwaizumi ofc), mutual pining (but oikawa is dumb and doesn’t know how to handle his feelings), nsfw (mdni), slight angst, smut, drunk sex, creampie, mentions of alcohol use (brief), pet names (baby, pretty girl)

word count: 5.9k

a/n: for my pookie tōru!!! hehe of course i’m posting something for him, i’ve been having severe tōru brainrot and i just HAD to write. © divider: animatedglittergraphics-n-more

“Say it..” Oikawa panted, umber eyes staring intently at your own, clouded with lust.

Loud music that penetrated the thin walls of the frat house slowly turned mellow—the sharp beats, and bass that had vibrations coursing through your veins were drowned out as every minute passed. Occasional cheers of many intoxicated college students that littered the house were watered down into a muffled mess as your ears rang from the sheer tension slowly building inside the walls of this very room you were in. That’s right, it was only the two of you—you and Oikawa, all alone with the door locked behind him.

Your cheeks warmed under his intense stare, moonlight that seeped from the window casting a faint glow on the side of his handsome face, accentuating his features and bringing out its sharpness that you’ve grown to love—pools of endless hazel glimmering from the silvery light. You swallowed thickly, his hot breath fanning over your face as he waited for your response. Your skin burned under Oikawa’s touch, his hand rested on your hip, and the other planted on the pillow, just beside your head to brace his torso.

He needed you to say that you wanted him—all of him—before doing anything further with you. Yes, his head spun from the mix of lust and alcohol but he was still in the right mind to ask you whether you wanted this or not because after all, you were his best friend’s younger sister. God, there were so many things wrong with this but neither of you cared; not when you’ve already exchanged a passionate kiss before entering the room, moaning his name into his mouth as his lips desperately collided against your own.

Fuck, Oikawa had been waiting, waiting, and waiting for this. There wasn’t a day where his mind didn’t wander to you, sometimes wandering a bit too deep for his liking which usually ended up with his hand wrapped around his hard cock, desperately fisting it as your name escapes his parted lips. He’s been waiting long enough, and tonight was the night he decided to do something about whatever he felt deep inside. Oikawa knew he’d be dead if he ever told Hajime about any of this, which is why he kept it all to himself but it didn’t help how his fantasies drove him up the wall—his body yearning for you to the extent where he swore it was almost painful.

Everything that led up to this moment was a blur, kind of. All you knew was that Oikawa was all over you as soon as you stepped foot in the house. His hand wrapped loosely around your waist, him pulling you onto his lap, his lingering stares; normally, you wouldn’t even bat an eye at him since he effortlessly made you nervous in his presence but you blamed the alcohol in your system. Oikawa mentally cursed himself for being so mean by slightly rejoicing at the fact that his best friend—your brother—couldn’t make it to tonight’s party due to being rostered for a shift.

This was all new to you because Oikawa had never given you this much attention for the entirety that you’ve known him—the two of you weren’t even close. Your older brother, Hajime, being the middle ground for both you and Oikawa. There were small exchanges of formalities here and there but that was just about it but tonight was different, he followed you everywhere and you let him—like two celestial bodies locked in an endless orbit around each other, bound by gravity. But what exactly was this gravity for both of you?

There was this voice at the back of your mind that told you this was wrong. That this would end it a messy disaster, given his reputation—not only loved and adored by many women but also surrounded. A ladies’ man, if you must, all thanks to his popular history with volleyball. You’ve always known deep down that Oikawa would never reciprocate your feelings because he merely saw you as Hajime’s younger sister, and acted like nothing but an older brother to you. But up until now, everything you believed didn’t seem so believable anymore; not when Oikawa had you underneath him, eyes blown with pure lust.

Maybe this time, this time you’ll shut out that pesky little voice in your head because you wanted nothing more than him—the man that’s got you trapped between his body and the mattress in a stranger’s bedroom, your brother’s best friend. Whatever comes after this, you’ll face head on but you trusted Oikawa to handle your heart gently despite the trails of broken hearts he’s left behind—something in you knew he wasn’t going to let you down. Nonetheless, you prayed to the stars above that you were right about this. About him.

Pleasure now, consequences later.

“I want you..” You breathed out, chest heaving up and down as your breaths became shallower with every passing minute.

Oikawa cursed under his breath before dipping his head down to kiss you. This time, his kisses weren’t as eager as earlier, they were slow and sensual; cherishing every second the way your pillowy lips moved against his own, and how it felt. The desperation behind Oikawa’s kisses were long gone, like he was rest assured that you weren’t going anywhere else, that you chose to be here with him. You reached your hands out, shakily grabbing the collar of his shirt as he shoved his tongue past your lips.

He placed a knee between your legs, situating it under your skirt, right at the apex where you needed him the most but he didn’t dare move it; it drove you absolutely crazy, the pressure on your cunt was there but it wasn’t enough to elicit some kind of pleasure—it also didn’t help how there was no friction at all. Whining into his mouth, you moved your hips up and down, grinding your clothed cunt against his knee. Oikawa pulled away from the heated kiss, the corners of his lips tugging into a smirk as he watched you desperately rut your hips into his knee. “How eager..” His tone was saccharine, sweeter than what he usually uses around other women.

If Oikawa was being honest right now, he was completely shitting himself. Not because it was his first time, no, but because it was you. You weren’t some other woman who would fall to his feet from mere flirtatious expressions which were often not genuine—hell, he’s pretty sure you never even saw him as a man but instead just another older brother figure. Oikawa knows this was wrong, completely wrong; he won’t blame you if you were confused out of your mind right now, given how he’s been acting neutral towards you for the past years you’ve known each other, and now suddenly he was all over you.

It was like he was put in a trance as his eyes wandered across your features. Fuck, you looked so pretty and it was all for him. Oikawa hastily grabbed the hem of your blouse and yanked it above your head, exposing the white lacy bra you donned underneath—his eyes traced your front, from the valley of your breasts down to your stomach. You were only half naked and yet you already left him speechless.

Oikawa didn’t hesitate to strip down to his underwear, he also didn’t give your eyes enough time to wander down his torso by flipping your skirt up and parting your legs further. At this point, the alcohol coursing through his body made him hornier and more impatient. He planted your feet on the bed, bringing your knees up before peppering your inner thighs with sloppy, wet kisses that earned small whimpers from you—Oikawa held your gaze as he kissed your clothed cunt.

You sucked in a sharp breath as you stared at his lustful gaze, your hands gripping the hem of your skirt at his lewdness. It wasn’t your first time having sex with someone but Oikawa was just so different from the ones you’ve slept with—so lewd, so dirty, and not as adventurous as the other’s you’ve had. “O-Oikawa.. Haah..” A moan slipped past your lips as he licked the wet spot on your underwear, the tip of his tongue stiffening to apply pressure at your sopping entrance.

“Hmm? So wet f’me already..” You threw your head back at the friction from his fingers that were rubbing up and down your clothed cunt. Oikawa’s smug smile widened as the wet spot on your panties grew from his ministrations, earning another moan from you as you clenched around nothing. “Oikawa, please. I want you in me..” You whined, the warmth from your cheeks spreading to your ears as you held his gaze. You didn’t miss the way his hazel eyes glimmered at your pathetic plea.

He tilted his head to the side, fingers still rubbing at your clothed cunt, “Oh? It looks like you don’t want me at all, baby. Your begging sounds pathetic.” The drunken words he slurred earned a slight whimper from you. You felt defeated that he was making you beg more for him when you were already as impatient as you could get. “Mhm.. Please, Tōru..? Fuck. I want your cock inside me.”

Oikawa would’ve asked you to beg for him more if you didn’t use his first name. Fuck, something about the way his name rolled off your tongue made his cock twitch. He used to fantasise about you moaning his name underneath him, and now that it’s right in front of him, he won’t let it go any time soon.

“Let’s get these off first, hm? Show me yourself, pretty girl.” Oikawa skilfully snaked his hands behind your back to unclasp the lacy restriction on your chest. Before you could even compose yourself, he eagerly pulled your bra from your chest—goosebumps immediately forming from the cool night air. “Oikawa, h-hold on..!” Your arms defensively crossed over your chest, hiding your breasts from his view. “Mmm, there’s no reason to hide from me is there? After all, I’m going to be fucking that sweet cunt soon.” Oikawa circled his hands around your wrists, gently tugging them out of the way and pinning them on either side of your head to expose your breasts.

He bit his lip at the view. Fuck, it was just like how he imagined when he fisted his cock to the thought of you. Your heart pounded against your chest, getting extremely shy from the way Oikawa was eyeing your breasts a little too long for your liking. He let out a breathless laugh, not missing the way you turned your head to the side from embarrassment. He slowly let go of your wrists to cup at each mound, his large palms perfectly covering the entirety of each breast.

Your lips parted to let out a soft moan, face contorting in pleasure as Oikawa massaged your breasts—he switched between squeezing the supple skin and lightly pinching at your hardened buds, earning a small yelp from you. “Baby, as much as I’d love to spend more time playing with your tits, I’m sure we both have one thing in mind.” He gave you a saccharine smile before placing a chaste kiss on the valley of your breasts.

Oikawa pulled back to remove the last article of clothing he had on, your keen eyes watched as he slowly pulled down the fabric, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen as he fully exposed himself. You bit your lip at his cock, your gaze tracing every ridge along his shaft. Not only was it pretty but fuck, was it long. Pride swelled upon Oikawa’s chest as he saw the way you keenly eyed his cock. You watched as he wrapped a hand around the shaft and languidly stroked it, throwing his head back in pleasure.

As if on instinct, you sat up from the mattress with your hands jutted, wanting to grab his pretty cock—your head spun a bit from the swift movement. “Ah, ah, ah. There’s another time for that, my pretty. I want to be inside you right now.” Oikawa grabbed your shoulder and gently pushed your torso back down on the mattress before climbing over your body once again.

Another time? Was that a sincere promise or an empty one? You couldn’t help but think.

With your skirt flipped up, he pushed aside your soaked panties to tease his tip at your wet entrance. You threw your head back at the raw skin contact, allowing Oikawa to dip his head down to pepper your collarbone with open-mouthed kisses.

“Fuck.. P-Please just put it in, ‘Kawa..” “Mhm, that’s Tōru for you.”

Oikawa breathlessly chuckled against your skin, and before you could retort, he pushed the blunt tip of his cock past your wet folds, earning a whine from both of you. Your hands flew to wrap around his torso, nails gently scratching at his back as he pushed his cock in inch by inch—tracing every dip and curve of his back muscles. Oikawa’s eyes rolled back at the sensation of your nails running down his back, sending a shiver up his spine as the pleasure within him grew.

“S-shit..! You’re so fucking tight, huh? This pussy is taking me so well—aah!” He let out a heated gasp as you clenched around him, his arms trembling and almost giving up from it. “Ngh! Just put it all in, Tōru.. I can take you.” Oikawa almost moaned out loud, not only did you use his first name again but you also reassured him that you could take his length just fine. That there was no need to hold back with you. His arms wobbled as he pushed the rest of his length in.

With his cock fully sheathed inside you, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a long loud whine. Oikawa stayed that way for a while, heavy pants leaving his lips as he pulled himself together. Fuck, you were squeezing him so good. His nails dug deep into his palms as you scratched his back once again from the way the blunt tip of his cock kissed your cervix, he was about to lose his mind and he hadn't even started thrusting yet. “What? Best pussy you’ve had?” You panted, one hand snaking up to play with his chestnut strands.

Normally, Oikawa would’ve retorted with something cockier but what you said was true. He’d been fantasising long enough about your sweet cunt but he didn’t know it was going to be this good. Too good. “Of course.. And it’s all mine, yeah? Fuck, this pussy is all mine and no one else’s.” He lifted his head from your neck to meet your gaze—his cheeks were now a shade of crimson, lids heavy from lust.

“Yes, Tōru. All yours. I’m all yours.”

You didn’t miss the way Oikawa sucked in a sharp breath as he held your gaze. Both of you knew there was weight to your words—it had meaning behind them, and not spurred like a drunken, meaningless confession at the heat of the moment. But that was reserved for the morning, at least.

He pulled his hips back and started thrusting while giving you a passionate kiss, earning a loud muffled moan from you. Oikawa couldn’t believe this was actually happening and fuck, it was definitely much better than having a hand around his cock while imagining it was your cunt. The sound of skin slapping, squelching, and heated moans bounced around the thin walls of the room as he picked up his pace. Fortunately, these erotic sounds coming from the two of you were enough to be drowned out by the loud music originating from the living room.

Normally, Oikawa would’ve had you in a ‘face down, ass up’ position just like with the other girls he’s had—mainly because it was his favourite position but something about being in missionary with you was different, despite how boring he thought the position to be; Oikawa wanted to see the entirety of you, how you reacted to the pleasure he gave you, your breasts bouncing with every sharp thrust of his hips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. All of it. Not to mention how intimate the position was, being able to look into your pretty eyes as he pounded into you, and whisper sweet praises that only you can hear.

“F-fuck..! So tight for me—ngh! Just like how I ima—aah! ..How I imagined.” Oikawa rested his forehead against your own, his hot breath fanning over your face as he angled his hips to drive his cock deeper. You let out a broken moan at the feeling of his heavy balls slapping your ass over and over again which each thrust; the slapping was so harsh that it felt like your skin was burning but fuck it burned so good. “Ha—aah! Tōru..! So so good—ngh!” Oikawa breathlessly chuckled at your broken moans before grabbing your leg to prop over his shoulder, driving his cock deeper into you.

You arched your back at the new angle, a heated gasp leaving your lips in the form of his name as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Oikawa held onto the headboard with one arm, the other one planted beside your head before moving his hips harder and faster, causing the bed to squeak loudly. His lips were parted, endless desperate whines escaping as his pretty face contorted in pure bliss—his sounds definitely did not disappoint, they were breathy and higher in pitch, so desperate and needy. His moans and whines went straight to your cunt, making you wetter with each erotic sound that came from the man above you.

“Mhm—aah! Yeah? Better than any dick you’ve had, right? Haah! Of course it is..” You clenched around him, earning a loud heated gasp, and his head bowing in pleasure. “So perfect f’me, my pretty girl..” Oikawa whined, bringing his lips closer to yours—he had a hard time chasing them due to your body jolting from his quick, rough thrusts; his own lips were parted, sloppily kissing you with desperation.

Your moans increased in pitch as the familiar knot in your stomach was slowly starting to thin, and ready to snap any time soon. “Ah..! Haah..! T-Tōru—ngh! I’m cu—ah! I’m cumming!” You tugged at his hazel strands, back arching off the mattress as your limbs started to tingle with pleasure. Oikawa moaned against your sweaty skin at the feeling of his hair being pulled, he had his face buried on your neck, his whines and whimpers loud against your ear. “Y-Yeah? Mhm—ah! Fuck! That’s right, cum for me, my pretty.” He trailed wet kisses along the side of your neck and up your jaw, leading to your lips.

“Look at me. Look at me when you fucking cum so you know who’s cock is making you feel this good—haah!” He pulled away from the heated kiss, grabbing your chin to keep his gaze on him by using the hand that was previously on the headboard, while the other rubbed tight circles on your clit. You looked up at Oikawa, his umber hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, no longer swept in a neat hairstyle. His lips were red, and swollen, parted to let out heavy pants while staring into your eyes. Fuck, he was beautiful. You couldn’t help but think that all the other women he’s had have seen this view before as well.

Oikawa looked down at you, eyelids threatening to close from immense pleasure but he didn’t dare give in, he wanted to see your face while you came around his cock—the face he’d been fantasising about since the day he realised he had feelings for you. Your face contorted in pleasure as the knot deep in your stomach finally snapped, mouth forming an ‘o’ as you screamed in silence, orgasm washing over your entire body as you came around him. Oikawa cupped your cheek, thumb stroking your face while breathlessly whispering sweet nothings as you two locked gazes. Your body trembled with a cry of his name, pleasure shooting up your spine, “Tōru..!” “F-Fuck! I’m here, baby.. Ngh!—So so good for me..” He whined desperately as you clenched around his cock, his hips stuttering.

“I—aah! Inside..” You moaned, head lolling to the side as you came down from your high. Oikawa didn’t know if he heard that right or he was just drunk, “Wha— Huh..?” Your words definitely sobered him up a bit but it made his head spin. “Cum inside me. Please, Tōru.. I want all of you.” He cursed under his breath, giving you a few more hard thrusts before letting go. Oikawa sheathed his cock deep inside you and held your torso against him, his arms securely wrapped around your trembling body as he lifted your back off the mattress.

With your chests pressed against each other, he gave you quick shallow thrusts as he came, fucking his cum deeper into you while moaning you name close to your ear. The leg that was propped on his shoulder burned from the stretch but you didn’t care, not when he was fucking you this good. “A-aah! Fuck..! That’s it—ngh! God, I love you so much.” Oikawa whined as he pressed his fingers against your back, the last bit of his hot cum spurting inside you. The two of you plopped down on the mattress with a soft thud, his head buried in the junction of your neck, letting out heavy pants as he tried collecting himself.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, your hands gently playing with his messy hair as you stared up at the ceiling, realisation slowly washing over you as you sobered up more than ever. Instead of catching your breath, it turned into panicked ones, realising that you’ve had sex with your older brother’s best friend. Oikawa noticed this and looked up at you, holding your panicked gaze as you were already looking down at him.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I love you? Did he really mean that or was it just from the heat of the moment? You definitely heard him say it, so you knew you weren’t just making it up, not when his lips were that close to your ear.

How foolish, you thought. What happens now? Worry settled in as you remembered the trail of broken hearts he had behind him. You knew it was wrong to judge a person this way but everyone—your brother included—was aware of the relationships Oikawa had. Yes, no one is perfect but yet most—if not all—his past relationships weren’t ideal, and some didn’t even last more than a month long while some clearly were just a one night stand. Was that where you stood with him? Just a one night stand? You let out a shaky exhale, “Tōru—” Oikawa cut you off with a sensual kiss, his lips eagerly moving against your own as if he had an idea of what was about to come next.

This didn’t make you feel better. You didn’t know why but there was something in your mind telling you that he wasn’t going to leave you hanging like this; your mind suddenly went back to earlier tonight, where Oikawa basically gravitated towards you, following you wherever you went. You felt something back there, like he wasn’t holding himself back anymore—not selling himself short like what he’s been doing for all the years you’ve known each other. Like he wore his heart on his sleeve.

He broke away from the kiss, umber eyes tracing your features as his thumb gently swiped your bottom lip. “D-did you really mean that..?” You stared into his eyes but he didn’t return your gaze nor answered the question, “Shhh.. Let’s just stay like this for a while.” Oikawa rolled over to the side, wrapping his arm around you from behind and resting his chin atop your head. You stared at the wall in front of you, unmoving and mind racing with unwanted thoughts. No matter how much his hand massaged your hip, it didn’t put you at ease because now you didn’t know where you stood with Oikawa after sleeping with him. Fuck, how were you even going to face your brother? What would he think of you?

Shit. You wouldn’t even know how to face Oikawa the next time you see him after this, that is, if you do see him. Not only did unwanted thoughts plague your mind but you also felt disgusting. For doing something like this with your brother’s best friend; yes, you’ve had feelings for him for as long as you could remember but did he even reciprocate them? Or did Oikawa just stick beside you tonight because you both had alcohol and he wanted to get in your pants? No. He asked you earlier if you really wanted this with him and you said yes.

Maybe you weren’t so foolish after all. Or so you thought.

It had been a few days since that night and you were fucking restless. Every single time your phone chimed from a notification, you’d be quick to grab it, hoping it's from the man you’ve been wanting to hear about but disappointment washes over you when his name doesn’t pop up. Panic builds up as the days pass without hearing anything from Oikawa. You didn’t even know why you were waiting, it wasn’t like he owed you anything but you just thought that maybe it would be different for you. It also wasn’t like he was obligated to contact you, maybe you really were just a one night stand for him, and that attraction you felt was one sided. Were you just really imagining it all? Were you just waiting for something that wasn’t going to happen?

“Iwa-chan!” You were pulled back from your trance as you heard a familiar voice coming from the living room, where Hajime was. Closing your notebook, you stood up from your desk and took a few steps before peeking through the slight crack of your door to see Oikawa happily chatting with your older brother. Your heart skipped a beat upon seeing his face, legs tingling with eagerness to go to him but what would you even say? It’s not like he promised you a relationship that night nor did he confess his feelings. You couldn’t help but remember those three words he told you but at this point, it looked like it was just from the heat of the moment. Those three words probably didn’t have any weight to it like it did when you stated that you were all his.

You stiffened as your brother called out your name, instinctively ducking down as if he caught you peeking. Making your way out of your room, you tried to act as normal as possible. “We’re going to head out for a bit. Do you want anything?” “Mmm, any food is fine. Thanks..” You replied before shifting your gaze to Oikawa who stared off to the side, not even acknowledging your presence. Normally, he would smile at you whenever he came over or even give you a pat on the head while he greets you. Hajime nodded before ushering his best friend out the door, Oikawa didn’t even look back. Not even once.

The door slammed shut, the sound reverberating through the whole apartment, and you were left with your mess of feelings. Ah, so he’s ignoring me, you thought. You didn’t even know why you were feeling this way. Was it because you hoped for something more given the feelings you’ve held for Oikawa for the past years? You sat on the couch, not knowing what to do—your mind kept replaying the words he said to you that night. How he told you he loved you; how he said he’s been imagining you in ways you didn’t even know. What was the meaning of that? You knew better than to believe these words given how his personality is but you couldn’t help hoping that there was at least some kind of feeling behind them.

You buried your face in your palms, letting out a deep sigh. You couldn’t even get angry at Oikawa because he never led you on in any way. For him, what happened that night was just plain sex but for you, you thought he was finally seeing you in a different light and not just his best friend's younger sister. And now you’re left with nothing but confusion. Another statistic to the trail of broken hearts that he wore like a cape, dragging behind him. You were frustrated at yourself for letting your feelings completely overtake your common sense.

A few days turned into a week but nothing changed for you. Oikawa was still on your mind but he never reached out to you—not that he was obligated to but you figured it was necessary, given his deep-rooted friendship with Hajime. At least a little discussion about that night would’ve helped you with your thoughts a bit but no, your mind was still a swirling mess. You cursed yourself every time you remembered your foolish mistake, you knew what you were getting yourself into and yet you bit onto the bait without thinking about the dire consequences to not only your feelings but also your relationship with Oikawa.

Maybe after all, you were just imagining it. That was the easiest fact there was—being delusional because you had feelings for him, so you instantly misread what he told you that night. You looked into words that never had a meaning behind them. Baseless sentences that held no feelings.

Deciding to study at a nearby café on a whim, you enter the cosy shop, the distinct aroma of roasted coffee beans and warm atmosphere of the café immediately putting your mind at ease. The café was filled with the soft chatter of customers, and the sounds of the coffee machine. Before taking a few steps to the counter where the cashier stood behind, you noticed a familiar brown-haired man sitting at one of the tables, and he wasn’t alone. Your heart skipped a beat as Oikawa already had his hazel gaze on you, his expression somewhere between surprised and panicked. He noticed your gaze drift to the person who sat in front of him—a woman—who happily talked about something you couldn’t exactly hear.

Seeing Oikawa with other women wasn’t new to you. After all, you’ve known him long enough for you to become accustomed to this sight despite your heart breaking a little. Throughout the years, you’ve managed to patch up the little cracks in your heart whenever you saw him with someone else—whether it be the flavour of the week or a relationship that lasts for a month but today, seeing him with a woman after being intimate with him was enough to break your heart into pieces. What you did next was purely out of instinct, your feet moved on their own, hasty steps out of the café just to get away from Oikawa; you didn’t know where you were going but you wanted him out of sight.

You knew you were being a complete idiot for acting this way. Hell, why were you even running away from him? Stupid. Foolish. Why am I acting like this?! You thought. You let out a shaky sigh, your nails digging into your palms as you swiftly walked down the footpath, trying to forget the way Oikawa’s face looked when he saw you.

The sound of shoes loudly hitting the concrete footpath behind you suddenly filled your ears, you stopped in your tracks as he called out your name—you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Oikawa knew exactly why he chased after you, it was almost like a reflex for him given how fast he stood up from his seat to run to you. He’s aware he’s been ignoring you for the past week, and he also knows it’s probably shitty of him to suddenly chase after you like this but Oikawa’s got a sinking feeling that if he didn’t chase after you, you’d slip away from his grasp. Forever.

Turning around, you crossed your arms over your chest as if to shield your naked heart. “What do you want, Oikawa?” He winced not only at your tone—sharp, and cold—but as well as the use of his last name. He didn’t know what to say if he was being honest; you watched as he opened his mouth but no words came out, gears turning in his head to find the right thing to say to you. “I meant it.” Oikawa held your gaze, brows knitted together. You knew what he meant by that, it was the answer to the question you asked him that night. You sucked in a sharp breath, heart pounding against your chest as if it was ready to leap out and jump straight into his hands like it belonged there—to be cherished, and loved.

As much as you wanted to jump with joy that he did, in fact reciprocate your feelings, it was anticlimactic. The overwhelming hurt and confusion you’ve felt for the past week was just consuming you. “I-I don’t..” You trailed off, not knowing what to say to him, especially when his umber eyes stared at you with such desperation. You’ve never seen Oikawa like this; he was usually a man of many expressions—mostly full of cunning, and ingenuine smiles but this one you haven’t seen.

“Look. I know I fucked up. I really do love you. I don’t know why I ran away—no I do know. I was scared because I’ve never been so serious about a woman, let alone my best friend’s younger sister.” He scratched his nape, taking a step closer to you. You watched him in silence, a wordless invitation for him to keep going.

Oikawa let out a shaky sigh. “I know saying sorry and this half assed explanation isn’t enough but.. these feelings I’ve had for you.. they’ve been here for as long as I could remember, and it fucking sucks that you had to find out through this mess. That night.. I don’t regret anything but I did wish it could have happened without any of these consequences. I know I’m asking for a lot but.. can we start again?” It was your turn to sigh, “It’s not that easy, Tōru.. but it really isn’t your fault as well.” Oikawa’s face softened at the use of his first name. “I mean, I knew what I was getting myself into. I admit that maybe I was just being a bit dramatic about this whole thing because I had feelings for you but looking back at it, there’s really no reason for you to be apologising..”

You took a step closer before wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest. Oikawa blinked, taken aback by your sudden action, nonetheless, he wrapped his arms around you—still trying to process the fact that you actually like him back. “T-That woman back there, we were meeting up for a project..” You chuckled at his reply before looking up at him to meet his hazel gaze, “There’s no need to explain to me, you know?”

Before he could reply, you smiled at him,

“I want to start again, Tōru. This time, no running away from our feelings?” “No running away.”

© mitsuyeaah

(*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) Minors DNI (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Absolutely frothing at the mouth thinking of the boyfriends that seem all poised and sweet in public but get really fucking mean in bed.

He'll be so gentle with his mannerisms, only soft touches and feather light kisses. His lips would just brush your skin, warm breath fanning your skin as he sneaks in a kiss on your jaw, or dipping down to bite the fullness of your cheek because you're cute and he can't help it. His fingers would rest idly on your waist grazing the small of your back once in a while. He does it just enough to make you flustered and then laughs at your reaction. It's pure adoration and makes your friends swoon at how lovely he treats you. Kind and gentle like he's touching a doll made of glass.

If its not his small gestures, its his gaze really. It rests in the way he looks at you. Like the world could tip off its axis, but it still wouldn't waver his devotion. But it's only you, who can feel the blight of the fire under all the reverence. It burns white hot and consumes you entirely, making you take in a laboured breath in thoughts of what was to come later.

Because you also know the other side, when the devotion spills over.

Just the way he talks dirty makes you curl your toes. He says filthy, degrading things with that same lovesick tone while calling you pretty names.

"I'm not letting you go until I'm done breeding this tight cunt, princess."

And like a starved man, he will also be fisting your hair pushing you down, forcing you to arch your back as he pounds his entire length into you. You can feel the way he wants you, the cautious flirty touch turning into something so insatiable that he can't stop until you're a drooling, sloppy mess on his cock. You know he likes to get rough, to smack the curve of your ass and bite down on your breasts, fucking you in front of a mirror so you could watch yourself get pounded. Treating you like his cock sleeve like he wants to brand his love on your body.

I mean how could he not? He just loves you too much not to show it.

GETO, CHILDE, Zhongli, Sanji, JingYuan, Dazai,

OK I HV AN IDEA,,,,

Chuuya and Dazai (seperately) with a fem s/o whos a telekinetic ability user and is also a university student? shes busy studying bcs shes like- an overachiever and when Chuuya and Dazai came home to their shared apartment, shes on her desk studying, textbooks and papers flying around her with some blue ish aura (probably ability color). Maybe the boys are shocked at first but they js admired her? maybe opting to help her rest as well, and maybe she refused so the boys js accompany her like js sitting beside her while she studies. or if she agrees to rest, theyll dote on her!!

may be hard w dazai cuz he'll cancel her ability when he touches her tho🤔 but up to u!

scenarios and/or headcannons pls! thanks <3

anon i’ll have u know this appeared right as my midterms week started !! the way my eyes widened when this ask was sent haha, ughh what i would give to have either of them !! anyway, i hope u like it !!

it uh… it kinda got long… sowwy-

love, lia

siri, play hermit the frog by marina-

the clock struck one a.m., but you didn’t even notice, not when you were stuck in your late night-early morning study sessions.

let’s set the scene: it was hell-week season, aka exam season, and you know what that means !! that’s right, an insane amount of all-nighters to study and re-learn every subject you’re to take the next day! !!

and that was what exactly you were doing.

you have a reputation to uphold, you can’t stray from your studies, right? after all, what are you without your high scores, without your good grades?

so on you push, focusing on the key terms and definitions and writing them down so you won’t forget.

you’re running for class valedictorian, after all

you’re too busy reading your textbooks that you didn’t even realize you were subconsciously making your papers, pencils, and pens fly around you, like an ethereal subject for a painting, with you as the muse.

you were in the center, hair framing your face so beautifully as you focused intently on your books, the soft, azure glow that came from using your ability lighting up your side of the room.

too busy, you didn’t notice your beloved boyfriend walk in the room, his footsteps as quiet as a cat, nor did you notice the gentle, awed smile he has on his face as he gazed at you.

osamu dazai

dazai has seen you use your ability countless times before, but god… it’s just as beautiful and as ethereal as the first time and it never fails to amaze and shock him.

the way your materials floated beside you in a gentle, harmonious manner, never touching each other but never falling out of line either? yeah, he’s in awe.

your ability kind of mirrors a certain shortstack’s gravity manipulation, with the floating things and the like, but if asked, he’d say that yours was so much prettier and more useful than his former partner’s. no he will not elaborate, no he will not rescind his answer.

suck on that, nakahara-

however, he of all people knew how tiring it was to stay up this late, especially if it was your exam season.

especially if he saw you yawning and struggling to keep your eyes awake. so, like the genius he is, he started to plan.

his solution?

SCENARIO:

one tap on the shoulder, that’s all it took.

just one, single tap.

that’s all it took for you to come crashing down and safely caught in his arms while the rest of your study materials fell to the ground around the both of you. shocked by what had happened, you gaze up at a smug, smirking dazai, and resist the urge to punch that pretty face of his, if only because he was so, so warm, and you were so, so tired…

“argh, what was that for?” you complain instead, pouting. “i was studying, you know! what if i’ll fail?”

dazai clicked his tongue. “bella, i personally think that will never happen. besides, you’re the smartest person i know! second to me, of course, but—ow, sorry—but, my point stands! you need to rest, my dear, it’s unhealthy to keep pushing yourself too hard. it’s one in the morning! isn’t that cuddle-with-osamu hours? how dare you break my heart!”

“but you just came home, didn’t you?” you point out. “and i’ll have you know i need to study, ‘samu, i can’t afford to go to school without studying for my tests, what kind of student does that? so please, can you let me down? i really, really need to study more.”

dazai sighs, shaking his head. he’d try and convince you to stop and sleep, but you sounded so worried, and who was he to deny his precious belladonna?

instead, he came up with a compromise.

“fine,” he decides instead, placing you down on your bed, but only after he kissed your forehead, “you may go back to studying. but after fifteen minutes, you are to take a break and cuddle me, alright?”

“but—“ you stutter out, but he silences you by placing a finger on your lips.

“ah, ah, ah, bella! no ifs or buts!” he huffed, his hands now moving to poke your cheeks. “i will not stand to the side and see you tire yourself out by relentlessly studying. i love you, (name), but please, darling, take a break.”

you sigh, nodding. “fine…”

dazai grins, leaning down to whisper to your ear. “good girl~”

chuuya nakahara

work had ended a little late, so by the time chuuya entered the shared penthouse and took off his fancy coat and hat, you were slowly falling asleep whilst floating in midair.

of course, this did not escape his notice, as soon as he saw you floating around, your study materials such as books, papers, and even your highlighters surrounding you like a protective barrier, he couldn't help but smile in awe. such a pretty sight to behold, and it's all his.

moments like these make him realize the true meaning of being in love.

...that was, of course, until he saw you struggling to stay awake. he glances at the clock and his eyes widen upon seeing the time.

what type of boyfriend would he be if he can't let you rest? he loves you with all of his heart, but he cannot bear to see your tired self push through when you so clearly need to sleep.

he sighs, running a hand through his ginger locks as he contemplates what to do.

on one hand, he can just float up to you and tell you to stop and rest. on the other hand, he himself knows just how stubborn you are that you won't listen to his mere words alone. but maybe the fact that you're practically falling asleep can help him...

the solution he ended up following?

SCENARIO:

you could feel your study materials start to shift away from you, and the feeling of using your ability gave way to the warm sensation and the familiarity of the new ability that now surrounded you and carried you gently down. red, as fiery as fire, as passionate as love, as fierce and as intense as upon the tainted sorrow.

you knew right then that your boyfriend, the feared port mafia executive, had arrived home.

"dollface, you should really sleep," his soft voice chided. you open your eyes sleepily, enough to see chuuya nakahara and realize that he has floated you down in his arms using his ability.

"hello, chuu," you mumble sleepily, yawning. you could hear him click his tongue, but you knew he didn't mean the annoyance. if anything, he was worried. how could he be not when you can barely keep your eyes open?

"come on doll, i'm going to tuck you in bed," he states, his voice lulling you further into sleep. although you so badly wanted to just rest, you knew you had to study more.

"chuuya, i can't," you whine softly, nuzzling into him. "'m not finished..."

"finish them when you wake up, then," he replied, his voice lowering into that husky tone that never fails to grace your stomach with butterflies. "you can't even keep your eyes open, pretty girl. get some rest, alright? ya can't answer anything with lack of sleep."

you pout, knowing full well he was right, and you were just about to argue more, but oh, the way he placed you on the bed was so, so gentle, and the mattress was as soft as a cloud, and the blankets were warm...

chuuya chuckles to himself as he gazes down at your sleeping figure, unbuttoning his shirt and undressing so he can join you in bed, where he can cuddle you all he wants and inevitably wake up with you in his arms just as the sun rises in yokohama.

he placed one last kiss on your head before murmuring, "love you, dollface. sleep tight, pretty girl."