In Denial Of Being In Love With You, His Friend

when you confess to your crush only to get rejected, so your best friend steps in to comfort you <3

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the floor was a mess, phones and clothes hurriedly tossed off on it. the only sounds that could be heard were your pants and the creaks of the bed as it rattled with each thrust. your vision was blurry. you couldn't remember how you got here, or if this was even real.

he - your best friend - was on top of you, rutting in and out of you at an inhumane pace, occasionally muttering about how good you are to him and how your crush doesn't deserve the love you wished to give him.

you tried to reply, to tell him that he was right, your crush was a jerk. but instead you choked out a pathetic whine as he pinched your clit. he smiled, saying he was the one who deserved you more, because, well, look how well he fucks you. he can make you laugh, cry, whine, moan, all while muttering just a few phrases.

was this what you expected when you told him your crush rejected you? no. will you purposely get rejected again just to get this treatment? fuck, yes.

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DAZAI DAZAI DAZAI chuuya NIKOLAI fyodor GOJO SATORUU TOJI geto vanitas aizawa light MELLO levi EREN

gojo satoru ofc, atsumu, kuroo, bokuto, oikawa, mattsun, maki, nishinoya, tanaka, tendou, terushima, mammon, asmodeus, denki, mikey, dazai lmao

── ★ 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐘 !

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 — bsd men and public sex scenarios

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 — smut

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎──‎‎‎‎─ tw intended lowercase, public sex, exhibitionism, edging, begging, use of pet names (doll, love, angel etc), praise kink, cockwarming + fingering in fyodor's part, voyeurism + choking + nipple play in nikolai's part

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 — dazai, chuuya, fyodor, nikolai x reader

𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 is always ready for sex, whether it be in the comfort of your bedroom or the last seat of a movie theater. you cannot physically count the number of times you've asked him to dick you down and he has cooed in reply, pulled you into a random corner, ridden your panties to the side and pried your legs apart with a smile. that, however, doesn't mean there aren't times when you have to beg for his fat cock. he is quite a nuisance, even when the two of you have to make it quick, locked up in a public room. he enjoys watching you flailing your arms around in a silent tantrum, unable to moan or groan or whine, afraid of being heard by others.

“now now bella,” he says in a sing-song voice. “if i give it to you now, and you end up being so loud that the others hear, it will be bad, won’t it?”

he watches you rub your cheek against his bare cock, throat dry from the hardness which he refused to let you suck.

“i’ll be quiet, i promise,” you say. “please please, can i have it?”

“you always say that, dolly,” he strokes your hair lovingly and you lean into his touch. “but we both know you never keep your promise. i would like you to hush for me, alright? we can be as loud as we want at home, but not here, hm? the president is in the next room; it’s a very important meeting, okay?”

you nod vigorously, and he chuckles.

“ah now you know i’m weak for those eyes,” he pulls you up and sits you nicely on his cock all in one go, clamping a hand over your mouth as your eyes widen at the forced penetration. “we’ve got an hour, baby. let’s make it nice and slow, yea? don’t want anything to spill or make a mess, hm? easy now, doll. ride me like a good girl, but quietly.”

𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 doesn't mind pissing off mori in ways more than one. he cannot recall how many times he's fucked you in his own office in various positions, and so messily too, just to see his boss's reaction. he, unlike dazai, doesn't have to be quiet though. it's his building, he can do whatever the fuck he wants, shove his cock down your throat wherever he wants. but he likes to go at a tantalizingly slow pace. he knows he can take his time. he's not gonna get 'caught'. his subordinates know better than to intrude on his business. it's just you, spread-eagled on the table, and him, rutting his hard cock inside you.

“you like it, yea? then why don’t you say it?” he groans in your ear. “you can tell me whose pussy this is, can’t you? why don’t you say my name, doll? whose girl are you?”

“y-yours, all yours,” you hiss and he gently pushes your face back into the mahogany table, the smell of fresh wood and sex clouding your senses.

“what’s my name?”

“chuuya–”

“chuuya what?”

“port mafia executive chuuya nakahara and the owner of my body,” you breathe. he's taught you to say that whenever he asks you that.

“good girl,” he says proudly, smile faltering for a second as he adjusts his pace. “you gonna come, baby? i can feel you. come, come on this cock, we’ll let it get on the floor and table, just to have some fun, yea?”

you widen your eyes, and he chuckles, gloved hand coming to pinch a nipple.

“no objections. mori's office or not, i decide what i do with my pussy.”

you shuddered. he's not afraid and it's seen. because after all, who's gonna fire him?

𝗙𝗬𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥 isn't always the one to initiate sex, much less one in public. then again, your numb cunt and shaking legs are testimony of how well he does when he decides to. public sex for fyodor meant shoving you by your hair down on his cock, pretending to be interested in the ramblings of fukichi while you were sucking him off under the table. when he feels he has to reward you for good behaviour though, he allows you to perch on his lap, your panties shifted to the side as he nests his cock deep inside your warm pussy, offering his ideas while the others don't bat an eye at the unusual approach of the mastermind.

he drums his fingers on the table, sliding them down to pinch your clit. your eyes widen, neck snapping around to look at him as he continues to look ahead. from the corner of his sly smile, he mutters, “i’ve told you to stop moving so much, havent i, angel? or would you like to leave the meeting? i wouldn’t mind either way. you’re distracting a hard-working man.”

you frown at him. “i’m not moving around–” your angry whisper is cut off by a finger slipping inside your already filled cunt, stretching it out even more. you hiss loudly, fist clenching around his cape.

“quieten, printsessa, or i might have to send you away. you’re not being very good now. i’d like to have a word with you after the gathering departs. in private.”

you scowl and turn back to staring at a wall in front of you, when you feel his finger escaping your soaking cunt. sighing in relief, you barely anticipate the slight jolt of his hips as he forced his cock deeper inside you for the fraction of a second before bringing it back in place.

your eyes wander frantically to see if anyone noticed the act. nobody did, thankfully, or maybe they had learned not to intrude on his business. either way, you will pay the price for boredom in the next thirty minutes.

𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗜 is similar to dazai when it comes to enthusiasm related to public sex. he's into voyeurism, a bit much for your liking, but he swears by your name he won't do it if you don't like it. but you don't miss the way he casually lifts your skirt up to check your ass out, or how he sticks a finger inside your cleavage line to harden your nipples. he has always wanted to be free, and what defines freedom more than sex in the back of his car, where the windows are open and any passerby can hear the commotion, wild and alive like never before?

“but kolya, we have to be quiet, we can’t just–”

“hush, my little birdie. do as i say and you won’t be in trouble,” he lays you down comfortably on the seat before proceeding to bang the shit out of you. your meek attempt at stifling your moans by covering your mouth is unsuccessful, and highly futile, he thinks. “now why would you do that, my dove? why would you not bless my ears with your heavenly sounds? let me hear them, dove, please.”

“kolya–”

“yes yes yes love, just like that,” he coos praises into your ear. “but you can go louder, can’t you?”

his mouth sucks on one of your nipples, begging you silently to give him more, to say more.

“please tell me how i make you feel, dove. i might die.”

“so good, kolya, so good.”“yes dove, now can you tell the whole word how i make you feel? please? for me?” he fastens his pace to force moans out of you, hand reaching to your throat to make you say his name. “want the whole word to know you love me, dove. that you’re mine. all mine.”

and his demands grow sinister by the moment with threatening consequences.

“whoopsie, no dove you’re gonna have to keep it in for now. can’t let you come unless i see you beg for it, now can i?”

it was always a long night of satisfying sex with him.

~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.

Couple of the Year: In the End, Love Overpowers Fame.

As the years passed, Katsuki's fame grew steadily. His name quickly became known in the charts, and despite not being the number-one Hero, his contributions were never overlooked. You, too, had your share of fame as an ever-rising supermodel. Despite the massive recognition both of you received, your private lives remained untouched.

"DYNAMIGHT!"

"DYNAMIGHT! OVER HERE!"

"ONE QUESTION, DYNAMIGHT! JUST ONE INTERVIEW!"

The Met Gala was always a spectacle, and every year, the crowd of paparazzi seemed to grow larger and more relentless.

"You know, with all your fame, I can't help but wonder when you're finally going to fall and fail."

Katsuki’s posture didn’t change, but his eyes shifted to the source of the voice. His anger flared at the sight of the man standing next to him, grinning smugly at the cameras. Yoshiki Kenai was tall, brunette, with perfect teeth and an annoying level of confidence.

He worked in the same modeling industry as you, and ever since you’d entered the scene, he’d made it his personal mission to flirt with you at every opportunity. Fortunately, this year, his advances were more restrained.

"I question your logic, Bakugou. Should you really be settling down so quickly when your job is so risky? It's a selfish decision, really. Your fame is honestly undeserved, a selfish wannabe hero is all you are." Yoshiki now turned his head toward Katsuki, his smirk widening as he awaited a response.

Katsuki knew his job was dangerous. Every mission carried a risk. But for Yoshiki—of all people—to lecture him? His blood boiled as he fixed the man with a scowl.

"What about you? Do you hear the crowd? You’ve got a lot of confidence for someone who’ll never gain recognition unless your in my presence. The people need me. I can't be replaced. You, on the other hand, can be." Katsuki spat his words through gritted teeth, his face twisted with anger. Despite his fury, his posture remained casual, hands tucked into his pants, stance relaxed.

Yoshiki’s smirk faltered, and his face reddened in a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Before he could fire back, Katsuki continued, his expression now calmer, though his voice still held a trace of irritation.

"At least you're smart enough to talk to me in front of the cameras. You know damn well that if you said this anywhere else, your ass would already be halfway across the world."

Katsuki turned his gaze back to the paparazzi, scanning the crowd slowly as he continued speaking.

"Smile bright, Kenai. Take advantage of this privilege. Maybe then you'll get some recognition just from being seen with me."

Yoshiki quickly walked off, his forced smile back in place, but his posture was stiff, and his cheeks were still burning with embarrassment.

"That was interesting," Kirishima said, appearing beside Katsuki, his expression a mix of amusement and mild concern. "Wonder how the paparazzi will spin this little interaction."

"Who gives a fuck?" Katsuki muttered, the faintest smile tugging at his lips as his earlier annoyance began to fade. His gaze shifted to you in the distance, gleefully interacting with the crowd. He was only at this event for you, and now, seeing you so happy, he didn’t regret it in the slightest.

"As long as that little fucker knows his place and stays away from me and my wife, the paparazzi can say whatever they want." You glanced over at your husband just as his eyes locked with yours, filled with affection.

You smiled at him, your eyes gleaming. No matter how many fans or events you attended, it was only Katsuki’s gaze that could disarm you so completely. Katsuki, too, realised how easily he folded when you smiled at him. Despite his fears about dangerous missions, it would always quickly disappear the moment his eyes met yours.

The next day, the cover of nearly every magazine and website featured you and Katsuki. You both stood a little apart, with Kirishima standing next to Katsuki. The crowd and flashing lights surrounded all three of you, but no matter the chaos, your eyes always seemed to find each other.

The headline read: Couple of the Year: In the End, Love Overpowers Fame.

Kirishima texted Katsuki in playful annoyance at being portrayed as the third wheel—though, in truth, he was always more than happy to play that role.

want me to give you another one? ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

☾₊‧⁺...ft : gojo satoru + geto suguru + fushiguro toji + ryomen sukuna

☾₊‧⁺...cw : breeding kink, praise kink, spit kink, reader gets called 'mommy', dirty talk, teasing, overstimulation, satoru goes insane from pussy, suguru wants a girl this time, toji being in love with his wife, sukuna doesn't like when people insult his soon-to-be-wife, sukuna is dating single mom!reader

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : i really wanted to do the 'our baby is so cute, i want another one' 'yeah? you want me to give you another baby?' trope so here we are ❤︎ i couldn't think if i wanted to do others but if you'd like more please let me know ! ❤︎ also, the toji one ? is actually a sneak peek of a longer fic i'm working on ehehe

✧ g. satoru : it starts off with you nuzzling in satoru's arms as he watches tv. satoru notices that you began to get clingier after you put your baby girl to bed. every night, you would press against him as if you wanted to merge with him and he couldn't help but tease you about it. so when he feels you nipping his neck and your hand running under his shirt? when he hears you oh-so sweetly whisper, "don't you want to give me another baby, satoru?" into his ear? he's eagerly nodding, ready to do whatever the mother of his first baby wants. but instead of letting him on top...you climb over him and that look in your eye tells him everything he needs to know : he's fucked.

"baby, baby, baby, please," satoru whines, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. he feels like he has no control of his hips, he's so sensitive, but he can't stop fucking up into you. not when you're like this, practically buzzing with need and crazed energy. "c'mon, s'toruuuu," you purr, hands splayed out on his chest. "cum f' me again? please, honey, you only came once, 's not enough." the room is hot, both of you covered in a sheen of sweat. how long have you both been going? he didn't remember, he lost count of how many times his hips desperately pressed up, shooting his hot load into your wet, needy pussy. but you just wouldn't stop. not that he minded, but fuck, you were making him so brainless. he can feel his thick cum gushing out of you each time you lift your hips, dripping down his cock and balls, onto the mattress. "h-hah, it's so fucking messy," he groans, unable to stop himself from cumming again. "f-fuck me, baby, t-there's so much cum, y'r pussy is so fuckin' sloppy." you just won't stop milking him, your soft and wet walls massaging him as you moan just from the feeling of being filled up again. god, you were making him insane, what got into you— his eyes snapped up to you when he felt the wet drop of one of your tears on his chest. those pretty lashes of yours were getting wet with tears as he felt your thighs starting to shake, a weak moan leaving you. "c-can't," comes a pathetic sob, your hips desperately grinding down on his cock, moaning when you feel it throb. "c-can't stop, 'toru, 's not enough, i need it, n-need it so bad!" when you finally look at him and make eye contact, he feels like he's been shocked because you look a mess... "give me another baby, 'toru, i want another one, gimme another one, please—!" with no hesitation, his feet are planted into the mattress and his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he pounds into your dripping cunt, feeling himself cum just from the wail you let out into his ear. but he doesn't stop, he can't stop, not when his wife, his honey, his baby needs him to knock her up again so badly. "'m gonna give you whatever you want," he pants, his skin feeling like he was touching a live wire. "give it t'you 'til 'm empty, baby, gonna fuck you good, make sure it sticks, just like you, f-fuck, like y'want, yeah?" he feels you nod frantically against him, unable to speak from the way his cock drilled up into your pussy, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. "y-yeah, you want that, you fuckin' want that, s-s'just take it, baby, let me give you another fuckin' baby."

✧ g. suguru : your son had just turned one so you and suguru let his nieces, nanako and mimiko, come over to have a little celebration. seeing the way you cared for the twins and your baby boy the entire day made him think. his son was still a baby and had a lot of growing, but he knew the kid would look just like him with a few of your features. he's always wanted a girl, and helping his sister take care of the twins as they grew up only made the desire stronger. the two of you mentioned having another baby at some point, but the rest of the week, all he could think about was trying to get you pregnant again, maybe give you a girl this time...who knows, maybe he could fuck you so good you'd have twins.

"aww...i know, i know," suguru coos, his hand pressing into your tummy. that condescending smile on his face just makes you melt under him. he's slow and methodical with how he fucks you, like he wants you to remember every vein of his cock, how it curves up just perfectly that it nudges that spot where his hand is pressing down and makes you keen. his smile morphs into a knowing smirk, his free hand rubbing your thigh. "you're such a pretty mommy, princess. do you know that?" suguru's so sweet, he's so soft, he's treating you like your the most fragile thing on the planet. he sooo slowly grinds himself into you, his hand giving another little push down on your tummy. he's so sweet to you, such a loving husband... but you know. you can see it in his eyes, the hunger and deviance swirling around in those purple irises. he's getting you soft and pliant, melting into the bed as he praises you where he knows your weak. "taking such good care of my baby, aren't you? ," he praises. his hand is so warm as he starts to rub up and down your stomach. "such a shame the geto genes are so strong in the men. however." your breath hitches when he pulls all the way out before shoving his cock all the way in down to the base. you can't help the soft moan of his name, watching him lean down closer so that he's right over you. "the girls in my family always look like their mommy. what do you think, pretty girl? d'you wanna try? want to see if i can give you a girl?" as soon as you nod, suguru fully leans over you, using his arms to hold himself over you and he really starts to fuck you. he's merciless, managing to keep that stupid fucking smile on his face as his balls slap against your ass. "she'll be so pretty, just like her mommy, so so so fucking pretty," he coos as if he isn't making tears drip down your face. he loves seeing his baby like this, so sweet and pretty for him. "okay, angel. 'm gonna give you another one, gonna flood this cunt alllll dayyy longgg."

✧ f. toji : toji never thought he’d get off on the idea of having another kid with you. yet here he is, dick hard in his sweatpants as he thinks about you carrying his baby again...how you'd start to fill out all over again, that cute chubbiness coming back, how he'd have an excuse to dote on you whenever you complained about the simplest of things. but god, did he find it attractive just seeing you be a mom to the kid he gave you. so when megumi tells you both what he wants for his birthday...“i want a baby sister,” he states bluntly. “but, i don’t want her to look like daddy. he’s ugly, i want her to look like mommy.” little brat. toji doesn't hesitate to let megumi have a sleepover with yuuji the next day, dragging you into the bedroom as soon as he gets back home.

“you want to give the kid a sibling, hm," he hums against your mouth, teeth tugging on your lower lip. you feel how hot the tip of his cock is as he rubs circles into your clit with it, smearing his precum all over you. "wanna have another kid with big, bad toji? tsk, poor cunt missed gettin' stuffed full of cum?"  you just hummed, a little breathless. your hand came up to cup his cheek, looking from his lips back up to his eyes. “mm, honey, you've gotta stop asking questions you know the answer to,” you cooed, guiding him down closer so you could press a kiss against the scar on his lip. “don’t you want me to make you a daddy again, toji? c'mon, knock me up, big guy.” after those words left your pretty little mouth, toji let out a laugh of disbelief, his mind instantly realizing that you, being a little minx, were 100% going to give him the worst breeding kink ever. he was going to give you what you wanted, what you both wanted. he was going to fuck you, fill you up with all his cum, and whatever leaked out? he’d make sure to push it back in, whether with his fingers, mouth, or tip of his dick.  toji easily flips you over onto all fours and lines himself up with your slit. when he finally pushes into you, he just lets out the most wrecked groan you’ve heard from him yet. god, just the thought of fucking you not just to feel good, but to fill you up, get you to take his seed deep inside to give him another kid? it messed with his head. you were almost too good to be true. each thrust he gave had you seeing stars, the thickness of his cock hitting every deep part of you. it was almost too much, but you didn’t want him to stop, especially not when toji started running his mouth. “shit, look at you, baby…takin’ it like a champ. c'mon, throw that ass back on me, mama, thaaaat’s it, good girl.” the sweet moans and adorable words of “gimme more,” “baby, please,” or “s’ too good, toj,’” only pushed him to get even deeper, to get you to cum so he could stuff you full. he coos when he sees you beginning to jolt up further on the bed, away from his relentless fucking. that's he knows that he found that sweet spot that would have you creaming in minutes. "tsk, you just never fuckin' learn, huh? 's always gonna be too much for you, isn't it," he huffs as his hand finds its way into your hair, tugging your head back to keep you from moving more. “hey. hey, nonono, don’t run away from it, lemme have it. you wanted this, you wanted your precious husband to fuck another baby into you, t'give 'gumi a little sister, s’ i’m gonna give it to you.”

✧ r. sukuna : it honestly is his fault this happened, he's being snappy with one of the parents at the birthday party of your son's friend. sukuna knew better, he should've just ignored the bitch, but the comments she's making gets under his skin. "she hasn't given you kids of your own yet? that's too bad, i would've let you do that as soon as you proposed," she tries to flirt, batting her lashes at him. it just makes him sick. did this fucker not see the way sukuna looks at you? "oh, you probably don't know if she's the one you want to mother your kids, right," the woman next to him says, putting her fucking hand on his arm and he shoots her the meanest glare. "not everyone is mother material, but i-" "hey, we're leaving," he interrupts when you walk up to him, slapping the woman's hand off him as he gently wraps his arm around your waist. "i texted yuuji, that's why he's watching our kid for the rest of the day. c'mon."

sukuna is devouring you, his mouth unforgiving as he runs his tongue up and down your pussy. he's pissed, the way his tongue laps angrily at your folds as if your pussy is the reason he's upset. "fuckin' bitch," he snarls, spitting onto your clit before sucking on it. "thinks she can talk to my wife like that." you shakily gasp when he finally, finally looks at you, the sharp anger in his eyes making you shiver. you can tell he's not upset at you, but seeing him so riled up and knowing that he's using you to get it out of his system does something to you. "you know your mine right? that you're stuck with me 'til the day we die," he asks you, his thumb replacing his mouth as he rubs firm circles into your clit. "i'm your husband. you're my wife. you are fucking mine." he's about to say something else, but he stops, letting out a heavy sigh, subtly shaking his head. you catch it though, you always do. "suku, what's wrong," you shakily ask. "y-you can...can tell me, baby, what's wrong? did something ha-" "let me get you pregnant," he says, his voice low but desperate. he's moved from between your legs to over you, and you can see he's so hard, the tip of his cock an angry reddish-purple. "don't you want to give our son a sibling?" your eyes widen, not expecting him to ask that. having a kid with him...honestly didn't sound that bad. and the way he called your son 'our'...it makes your heart flutter, and you can't help but give him a sweet smile and nod. "okay, 'kuna, we can start trying if you are sure. i'm still on birth control, but—sukunaaa!" he doesn't give it another thought, sliding all the way into you until his hips are flush against yours. he feels the way your arms wrap around him and scratch at his back, and as good as it feels, sukuna needs you to give him complete control. pulling your arms off him, he laces his fingers with yours and presses your hands into the mattress before rutting into you, the slap of hips against yours almost angry. "don' care about the birth control," you hear him growl, his eyes burning into yours. "'m gonna fuck you so fuckin' full of my cum that it bypasses it. it's got no fuckin' chance with how many times i'm gonna breed this cunt." the way he's talking to you, it makes your head spin and you know he feels how you clench down on him with the way he groans. "gonna fuckin' show everyone how good of a mom you are, gonna get you all swollen 'n' round with my kids," sukuna groans, feeling his tip kiss your cervix with each snap of his hips. you can't help but look at him with those big eyes, disbelief and infatuation swirling in them. he likes this look on you, you just look so fucking in love with him, and it's all for him, just for him, no one else, just fucking him. "yeah? y'like that? that i'm gonna have a lil' family with my wife? give you as many kids as you want, 'n' all y'gotta do is take my fat cock as i breed you 'til it takes."

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my girl dad dazai post but now i’m thinking abt pm boss dazai as a dad …

he knows the mafia is no place for a child, but then you get pregnant, and he realizes just how badly he does wants to be a dad (even if he thinks he’ll bad at it)

he swears to himself he’ll protect her from all the bad things in the world, but it’s not just him … she’s got everyone in the port mafia wrapped around her little finger. so dazai feels a little better, knowing he’s got a handful of the most powerful ability users looking out for her <3

and she can get away with anythinggg. there is a lot of “just don’t tell your mom” happening (from dazai & everyone else). she loves that everyone has a special ability, but chuuya’s is her favorite bc he can float anything ! and she is dazai’s child so don’t doubt she is a menace !! if chuuya won’t fly her in the air, she’ll start tearing up bc she knowssss it makes him feel bad >:)

dazai has a lot going on with the port mafia, but nothing is more important than you and his daughter. he puts everything aside for the two of you !! the most devoted husband and father

dazai stops, mid sentence, looking up at the sound of the door slamming shut, little footsteps sprinting across the room. he’s in the meeting room with the execs, discussing the foreseeable future of the mafia.

“daddy! daddy!” she shouts, running with something waving wildly in her hand. you’re two steps behind, her but she’s far too quick, too excited about her newest creation to stop. “look what i made!”

and though dazai is in the middle of an important meeting, his entire body language changes, and he’s turning towards the little girl, a big smile on his face. “what did you make today, cutie?” he asks, picking her up to pull into his lap.

“mommy showed me how to paint!” she shoves the canvas into his hand, a proud grin on her face as dazai brushes away her tangled hair. “look! it’s all of us!” she says, but her l’s still sound a little like w’s, and dazai can’t help but marvel at the fact that this sweet little girl has been raised by him.

she points to herself, a stick figure with an odd-shaped head, and nothing more than two lines of dark hair. “that’s me! and there’s you and mommy!” there’s a heart painted between your heads, and it makes dazai melt, the fact that even your daughter can see all the love you have for each other.

he wants to kiss you so badly, overwhelmed by affection for the two most important people in his life.

but then his little girl is pointing to a chaotic block of red and black, painted in splatters in the corner of the canvas. “and there’s uncle chuuya!”

dazai stares at it, blinks, then bursts into a fit of laughter that has his stomach aching. there’s a little hat on top of the mess of paint, and it sends dazai into another spiral.

“let me see that!” chuuya says, grumbling as he snatches the canvas out of dazai’s hand.

“what?” your daughter asks, frowning as she pokes her dad in the face, trying to get him to stop his laughter. “is it bad, uncle chuu?”

and chuuya, who previously had a grumpy expression, softens, not wanting to break the poor girl’s heart. “no, it’s real good,” he promises, even if he’s a bit offended by the portrayal, when she made her own family look so sweet. “it looks just like me!”

dazai chokes, but finally stops laughing to himself when you flick the back of his head.

“yay!” your daughter says, throwing her arms up high, grinning at chuuya’s praise. she’s so adorable that dazai has half a mind to squeeze her tight and never let her go. “see, mommy i told you they’d like it!”

you sigh, and take her from dazai’s arms. “you were supposed to show them after the meeting.” she’s still making grabby hands at her dad as you hold her, a pout forming while she squirms in your arms, trying to escape. “sorry, ‘samu. i know you’re busy today.”

dazai leans up, standing halfway out of his chair to kiss the frown off your face. “don’t apologize, darling.” he caresses your cheek softly, before looking back at his daughter, who just wants to be nosy and listen in to the adult conversations. “i always have time for my two favorite girls.”

you smile, softening as dazai ruffles his daughter’s hair.

“i want to stay here with you!” the little girl says, and dazai laughs, closing up her fists with his palm gently as she tries to climb onto him.

“i’ll be done in just a little bit, sweetie. then, how about we have a tea party? i’ll go get you some ice cream too! but you have to listen to your mom until then, okay?”

“i’ll listen, i promise!” she squeals in excitement, and then sobers, leaning back into your arms with a serious expression. “can you bring a special guest again? maybe akutagawa this time? he hasn’t been to a tea party yet!”

dazai’s lip twitches, but he doesn’t let the smile break free. still, the mere thought of akutagawa pouring tea for his daughter is enough to have him complying with her wishes. “sure, honey. i think i can arrange that.”

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Crap, he was staring.

The suddeness of the realization whiplashed dazai and he pried his eyes away from you. He fumbled with his pen, twirling it around his bandaged fingers once, then twice before setting it down with a sigh. Untouched paperword was strewn about his desk and dazai didn't want to work on it.

He'd rather spend his hours staring at you as you worked, even if it meant getting yelled at by kunikida. His coworker hadn't figured out how dazai had fell hard for you, and dazai'd like to keep it that way.

He rested his chin in the palm of his hand, glancing your way but not turning his head even if it strained his eyes to look at you like that, but it didn't matter to him.

Even a glimpse of you was enough for him.

He watched in pure awe and adoration for you as you did simple, mundane things; leaning back in your chair and staring at the ceiling for a second. The slight crinkle in your nose and the way your brows knitted together, it made him want to walk over there beside you and kiss the wrinkled tension off your pretty face.

The thought of doing that made dazai's heart flutter in his chest.

With a sigh, he laid face-down on his desk with a groan, running his fingers through messy, knotted brown waves.

Why does he have to be stupidly infatuated with you? He drummed his fingers on the hardwood of his desk, sighing and pulling his head up.

He got up from his chair, nearly tipping his chair over and scaring poor atsushi. The boy stammered something to dazai- probably about where was he going- but dazai hadn't heard. He took in a glimpse of you before walking out the agency.

You hadn't even noticed him leave.

Dazai made his way down to the cafe under the agency, not even sparing a glance at the waitress he'd normally flirt with as he walked out of the door.

He needed out. He needed to get away from you and his feelings for you. He needed to go anywhere but near you-

Even if his heart drew him to you.

Walking down the street, dazai tried to think of anything but you.

Oh, that bird is building a nest. Oh, there's a flower growing in the fissures of the street.

Just like you grew a place in the cracks of his heart.

He stopped, someone bumped into his shoulder and quickly apologised before hurrying away.

He's thinking of you again.

A pause, then Dazai continued his walk back to the agency dorms. This time, he's allowing you to flood his mind and haunt his every thought as you had done to his wretched, blacked heart.

He loves you.

To dazai, the mere thought of you is more addictive than the cheap sake he delights in every night, the cheap canned crab he enjoys so much. It makes his heart race more than the rush of adrenaline during a near-death experience; the kind that screams he's alive and he's lived, even if he doesn't believe it.

Dazai may be an intelligent man, but when it came to you he was nothing more than the foolish boy he never got to be.

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A/N: wrote this at 10 pm on a crappy ass phone and I have school tomorrow so I'll add a header and shit tmmrw jpxhpxhlxpgxllg im so tiredddddd and still sick wah

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— contents: sleepy katsuki. denki and kirishima are menaces. established relationship. short. — word count ﹕ 556 — a/n: request found here.

“what is happening right now?”

”dude . . . he’s, like, asleep. in public.”

you don’t have to open your eyes to know it’s kirishima and denki standing in front of the couch, peering down at you and katsuki. you’d warned the blonde that falling asleep in the common room went against everything he stood for, and increased the risk of people finding out you were together, but he’d shrugged and said he didn't give a damn.

your eyes open just the slightest bit and kirishima flinches, taking a step back. “jesus, y/n!” he exclaims, clutching his chest dramatically. “you can’t scare a guy like that . . .”

”you guys better shut the hell up,” you whisper harshly, narrowing your eyes. you make sure not to move—not to shift too much and wake up your sleeping boyfriend. “if he wakes up and sees you two idiots staring at him, he’ll never take a nap again.”

simultaneously, they raise their hands in defense. 

“sorry, y/n,” denki says. “please, carry on with your . . . nap.”

the two of them share a glance, then snicker, then make their way out of the room. you let your head fall back into place, tucked into the crook of katsuki’s neck, and close your eyes with a sigh.

there’s maybe a minute and a half of silence before you hear giggles in the distance, accompanied by the sound of a camera going off. your eyes shoot open, immediately darting to the stairs, where kirishima, denki, mina, sero, and jiro are crouched down, phones pointed at the couch.

you narrow your eyes once again and furrow your brows. “what are you doing?” you mouth to them, lifting your head to look at them properly.

mina shrugs, a wide grin on her face. “when is the next time we’ll actually catch him lacking, huh?” she raises her brows and nods. “we have to take this loss and use it for our blackmail folder.”

”blackma—“ you start to repeat what she said, but katsuki shifts beside you and everyone freezes. nobody moves, nobody breathes.

katsuki isn’t a scary guy. no matter how the public paints him, no matter how many times he threatens to kill people, no matter how many times he’s accidentally made children cry—he’s not scary. 

however.

he does, in fact, hold a grudge. you ate his leftovers in first year once, and he didn’t talk to you for three months— even when you were his assigned training partner! denki made fun of his “bedtime” once, and the next day, denki had lime green hair.

you lay your head back down, keeping your eyes trained on the band of miscreants sitting on the stairs, and begin softly trailing your fingers across katsuki’s arm. you’re pretty sure you’ve pavlov trained him into falling asleep whenever you tickle his arm.

his breathing evens out again, chest heaving with a big breath, and then he’s fast asleep again. it almost brings a frown to your face because that’s just how tired he is. he’s been working so hard lately—he always had, but third year has been kicking his ass.

”go away,” you whisper to your friends.

surprisingly, they listen. they trail back up the stairs, mumbling to each other about something you can’t hear. you don’t really care though, because your occupied with your boyfriend's heart beating in your ear.