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scaredpigeons · 3 months

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A debt, recurrent.

A sequel to A debt, repaid.

BSD Ogai Mori x fem!reader

NSFW 18+ MDNI

Authors Note: I had previously skirted around the idea of writing something that directly involved Elise, just because her existence is like— one of the major icky points of this character, but I had a request to do like a nanny!reader x mori, and I was like “how can I do this in cannon universe while making it make sense while also making sure it isn’t gross.” And this is what popped out. In this story, it is implied in this that Mori does not actively use Elise in any sexual activities, even though I have no idea if that’s been confirmed or denied in the manga/show. I just prefer the thought that he hasn’t. Makes me sleep better at night. That being said, I still don’t condone any actions associated with this character/the entire Lolita-loving trope, but being able to interact with things that have caused me trauma in the past in a Safe space makes me very horny happy. and I am so uncomfortably horny for this old man.

Word count: 5k

Synopsis: Mori needs to go to a meeting, and needs someone trustworthy to watch Elise. She chose you, much to your displeasure, and you spend the evening catering to her every whim. Mori returns home to find you in a vulnerable state, and who is he to refuse such a gift?

PLEASE READ WARNINGS BEFORE READING! DARK CONTENT WARNING! READ RESPONSIBLY!

CW: technically non-con somnophilia.(sexual actions while one party is asleep) Reader is into it, even though she tries to deny the fact that she is at first. Mori has very dark and possessive thoughts towards reader, reader doesn’t wake up until Mori is actively (p in v) fucking her. Touching, oral (fem receiving) fingering, very little vaginal prep, creampie, dirty talk. Mild aftercare, though it’s implied that he’s not actually done. ELISE IS NOT INVOLVED IN ANY NSFW CONTEXT, AND IS ACTIVELY TAKEN AWAY AND TUCKED INTO HER OWN BED BEFORE MORI DOES ANYTHING TO READER

You flinched at the sound of the door to the lounge swinging open, and very light footsteps accompanied by heavier, slower ones.

You were just trying to have lunch with your coworkers, and you certainly weren’t expecting to interact with the boss today, or his… ability.

”hmm…” the little girl seemed to tap her foot in thought, and you kept your head down, though if you looked up and to the side, you could see her shoes in the corner of your vision. You could see his shoes too, standing directly behind her.

“I want to play with… that one!” She said with a demanding tone that really grated your nerves. It’s not that you disliked children, you just despised spoiled brats, and Elise was notorious for being just so, which was exactly what Mori wanted from her, the sick bastard.

”Are you sure, my dear? That one has a bit of an attitude, I don’t know if she’d make the best playmate for you tonight.”

Your heart sank into your stomach. There were only two women in the lounge today, yourself and another young recruit who was well known for keeping her nose down and following orders without question.

Is it too late to throw yourself out a window? You're only on the fourth floor, it should be fine, right?

“I said I want that one!” The girl, if you can even call her that, stomped her foot with furious impatience. “Did you not tell me I could have whatever I wanted today, Rintaro?”

The boss of the port mafia sighed, the smile reading through his voice— you could hear it in his tone, though you refused to look up, still staring blankly at your sandwich as if you could disappear into it if you tried hard enough.

“Yes, that I did, my darling.”

Mori called your name, making everyone in the lounge snap their gaze to you.

If you weren’t so pissed off, you might’ve felt your cheeks heating up.

You stood, setting your sandwich to the side as you made your way to stand in front of your boss, back straight and eyes forward.

“Yes, boss.”

“Come with me, I have an assignment for you today.”

The entire walk to his office was silent, save for Elise whining about not wanting to see another tailor for another year. The girl seemed adamant about having enough dresses to last the rest of Mori’s life, and even threatened to cut that life short if he pushed her any further.

Could she even do that? Could an ability kill its user? You almost hoped she would actually try it.

When inside Mori’s office, he sat, gesturing for you to take the seat in front of his desk—which was strange, as most of the time his underlings would just stand to receive their orders.

Elise just wandered off, sitting in the corner with her pencils and paper.

“I’m going to be out for the rest of the day, well into the evening, and I need you to entertain Elise for me while I’m gone.”

You knew this was coming, but it still felt like a lead brick was sitting in your stomach.

“Why can’t you take her with you?” You hissed.

“I’m going to neutral ground for a very important meeting, where the usage of abilities will be prohibited.” Mori rested his head on his folded hands, his dark eyes flickering between yours, face unreadable.

“Then why can’t you just send her away?” You said, eyes flitting to the side as you kept your voice low, not wanting her to throw a fit because you were talking shit. “Just… release the ability, or whatever?”

Mori smiled, his head tilting to the side. He reminded you of a venomous snake. Beautiful to look at, dangerous to let close.

“It takes a lot of energy to reform her once she’s gone, you know. I have to be at peak condition in case of emergencies. Why else do you think I keep her around, give her a room on my floor of the building, and take her with me wherever I go?”

Because you’re a fucking pervert.

“Because you’re sick in the head, Rintaro!” Elise voiced your thoughts aloud, chucking a crayon across the room that smacked your boss directly in the side of his head with an audible thwack.

Huh. Maybe the kid wasn’t so bad after all.

He merely smiled, as if he was as happy as he could possibly be.

“So you see, I need someone to watch over her, someone trustworthy, and entertaining.” He said, looking at you from beneath his long lashes. “And she just so happened to choose you.”

“You think I know how to keep a kid occupied? I’m probably the least entertaining person on the fucking planet.” You hissed, white knuckling the arms of the chair.

“I don't know,” he said, voice low and teasing. “I find you very entertaining.”

You certainly felt your face warm that time, and you couldn’t necessarily blame it on anger. You were pissed, sure, but it couldn’t be that hard, could it?

“Fine.” You said, crossing your arms across your chest. “But you owe me.”

He raises a sleek brow at you, as if surprised by your words.

“I owe you?” He said, voice light and airy. Deceptive, poised. Ready to strike. “What makes you say that? Am I not your employer? Do you not take your orders from me, from those above you in rank, little one?”

“Babysitting isn’t in my fuckin’ job description, asshole.” You hissed, somehow not afraid of the consequences. “So you owe me one.”

What, do you think he’ll give you special treatment because you let him fuck you?

Surprisingly, that almost seemed to be the case, as he merely relaxed back into his chair and smiled, his tired eyes roaming your body without a care in the world, as if you weren’t paying attention.

“Very well. If I’m satisfied with Elises care, I’ll owe you one.” He said.

Suddenly, his eyes turned very dark, his smile a tad more menacing. A snake in the grass, showing its colors.

“However, if she is displeased with your performance, I’ll have to implement some kind of corrective action, yes?”

You glanced off to the side, looking at where Elise was sat, scribbling on the paper in front of her like it wronged her somehow.

“Deal.” You said.

How hard can it be?

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Mori must've said something to the staff on his level, because once he left, Elise dragged you to a floor of the base that you’d only ever been to once before, and all the guards simply ignored your presence entirely.

They opened doors for you and the girl, closing them behind you, but otherwise there was no acknowledgment that you might’ve been somewhere you weren’t supposed to be. Completely unlike the last time you snuck in here, having to wait until the guards were switching shifts to sneak in unnoticed.

Elise was bratty, demanding, borderline unbearable. But you squared your shoulders and muscled through, just like you would any other job.

After dragging you around aimlessly for what felt like hours— she wanted a tea party, but you had to follow the dress code to enter, as per her rules. Which means you had to drag her all the way down to your apartment so you could bring that stupid fucking dress you’d bought upstairs, changing into it in one of the many bathrooms lining the halls.

Elise seemed satisfied though, and spent time putting little clips and bows in your hair, lining your wrists with bracelets and your neck with a couple little necklaces.

She requested sweets, and real tea, though you weren’t entirely sure if you brewed it properly, but she didn’t complain, only sipped it from her pink tea set and poured her gigantic teddy bear another cup.

“Do you really have to keep up the act even when he’s gone?” You asked, though you kept your voice small, as not to offend her.

“I am what he desires me to be.” She simply said, eyes closed, prim and proper as she sipped her tea, like a little girl pretending to be a princess.

“Were you always like this?” You asked, cringing a little.

“No.” She said, huffing. “People change, but Rintaro’s always had a few screws loose, so it only makes sense.” Hearing her speak such words in such a tiny little voice almost made you giggle.

”I suppose he’s lucky he has you, or he’d probably be in prison.” You rolled your eyes, then realized what you said, finally laughing a bit. “You know, for things besides being the boss of the port mafia.”

To your surprise, she let out a snort, sitting down her teacup as she giggled a bit.

“I’d like to see him locked up.” She said, “He wouldn’t last a day in there without me!”

That made you snort too, picturing your boss without all the luxuries of his rank was certainly amusing.

Your sick curiosity got the better of you, and you weren’t sure if she would answer, but you really wanted a reason to hate Mori, to get over the strange, twisted feelings that had been brewing in the pit of your stomach, so you tried to ask anyway.

“Has he ever…”

Her eyes thinned, and it didn’t look entirely like anger, but she certainly wasn’t giggling anymore.

“If your ability conjured the perfect knife to cut up strawberries for cake, would you turn around and try to use it to brush your hair?” She asked.

Your brow furrowed, trying to wrap your head around what she was saying.

She rolled her eyes, scoffing at your confusion. “I am a weapon. Whatever form I take is irrelevant to my use. You would want your knife to suit your own personal ideals, would you not?”

She didn’t outright answer the question, but you think you get the point. Considering your strange and mixed feelings towards your boss, it's probably best if the answer to that question remains an inferred ‘no.’

Such complex thoughts coming from such a tiny looking girl kind of made you laugh again though.

“Enough talking!” She suddenly stood up, stomping her foot. “I want to watch a movie!”

It turns out, she didn't want to watch a movie in her own room, or the living room, but instead demanded that you watch the movie with her in Mori’s room, which apparently had the “big big TV.”

The sun was setting, and you were exhausted from following her every whim all afternoon and evening, so instead of getting flustered and trying to convince her the living room was a better idea, you just gave up, stripping off that stupid dress and chunky jewelry and crawling into the bed with her in your shorts and undershirt.

You felt embarrassed crawling into his bed after what you’d done here weeks ago, but the sheets were different, and the blankets smelled fresh, so you could delude yourself into thinking it was an entirely different bed.

She picked Spirited Away, saying she liked the ‘no face guy’, and how hungry he was. She giggled and said that the parents deserved to get turned into gross pigs for being so stupid in the first place, and that might’ve disturbed you if you weren’t so tired.

The last thing you remember is the feeling of Elises head falling on your shoulder, and wondering what you did to get on her good side. She’s a nightmare. She actively terrorizes the other members of the Port mafia just for her own amusement, and she’s just falling asleep on your shoulder? Do abilities even need sleep? But sure enough, her breathing was even, and her eyes were closed.

You smiled, realizing you can’t have done too shitty of a job if she was so relaxed.

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When Mori peeks his head into Elise’s room and doesn’t see her sleeping form in her frilly pink bed, he worries a little.

Not much, maybe mostly for you, in fear that she’d have you strung upside down and dangling from the roof somewhere in some midnight game to amuse her, but he’d told her to behave, so he hoped all was well.

Mori thought that perhaps he should get out of this ridiculous suit and change before he goes looking for Elise, that meeting had been far too stifling, so he at least needs to hang up his jackets and get more comfortable before he can go on any longer.

When he steps into his room, the first thing he notices is that his TV is on, its large screen illuminated with the ending credits of some cartoon, and then he looks into his bed, and his heart stops.

Elise is cuddled up right next to you, snuggled in with your arm wrapping comfortably around her little waist as you both sleep peacefully beneath his luxurious blankets.

The soft part of him wants to coo and take pictures to torment Elise with later. Another darker, more urgent part of him is eyeing you, your tiny, tiny shirt riding up your waist, your hair sprawled out on his pillows, a few stray bow clips still caught within, your arm around such a treasured piece of him— like you valued it just as much as he did.

He eyes that frilly little number you wore for him those few weeks prior, just sprawled out, lying on his floor; and surmises that Elise must have demanded some kind of dress up game, the little tease. She probably did it just to annoy you, not thinking you’d actually have something to suit her criteria.

He rounds to the side of the bed that Elise is on, carefully and slowly prying her from your hold. He very gently takes her down the halls to her own room, tucking her into bed. Any other night, he might have stayed, maybe woken her up to talk with her about her day, tease her a little about how good she must’ve been today, but he had far more pressing things to focus on, like the little one he’d left still sleeping away in his bed.

After all, if you’d done a good enough job that Elise fell asleep comfortably in your arms, then he owed you one, didn’t he?

Keeping his steps light, he made his way back to his bedroom, standing at the side of the bed to observe you once more.

Your brow was soft, face passive and serene, so unlike your waking moments where all you seemed to do was stare ahead with that tortured look on your face— like you hated everything and everyone around you.

How he craved to see you lost in yourself again, falling apart at his touch and untroubled by the burdens of your life. Having that kind of power over you sends his mind reeling, and ever since that last evening in this very room— his fingertips twitched at the mere mention of your name.

The crushing desire to claim, to take and mold you into a perfect little doll, just for him— it was overwhelming.

But he resisted.

After all, it was that fiery spark that drew him to you in the first place. If he were to break you of it completely, that would ruin the entire appeal.

Perhaps just in these private moments then, he’ll train you to let go slowly, but give you enough leash that you may still keep that delicious fight in you.

He saw the way your eyes trailed over him whenever he was in your presence, no doubt remembering the way he pulled you apart and pieced you back together over and over again that night. He knew you hadn’t been going to any of your little friends anymore, your evenings spent alone in your apartment, or so his people tell him. You still wanted him, that much was evident.

So surely you wouldn’t mind if he helped himself? You seemed to be begging for it, placing yourself so sweetly on this silver platter of silk sheets, sweet and ripe for his taking.

He removed his jackets and scarf, setting them on the desk chair before unbuttoning his dress shirt and crawling slowly into the bed behind you.

You stirred slightly, making him pause, but you simply rolled onto your back, hand twitching against his pillow.

“Heavy sleeper?” He whispered, a grin spreading like a wildfire in a dry field. “Or did my little darling just tire you out?”

He lay on his side, still observing you like a hawk, watching for any change of breath or movements that may indicate your return to consciousness.

He allowed himself to indulge a bit, dragging a fingertip up the soft skin of your stomach, raising your little shirt even further until it was tucked underneath your perfect breasts. He swirled the pad of his index finger along the center of your torso, watching the goosebumps raise as he circled around your navel softly.

He dipped lower, toying with the hemline of those itty bitty shorts you were wearing, the spandex clinging to your form deliciously.

He pushed the blankets down just a bit further, below your knees, not wanting the change in temperature to startle you awake if he removed it completely.

He watched your eyebrows twitch ever so slightly as he ran his fingertips along your covered core, just a tease of a touch, simply for his own amusement.

Then he pressed a bit harder, enjoying the little groan you let out.

“Even in your sleep, you’re still so responsive.” He whispered, licking his lips.

He brought his hand up to toy with the hemline of those shorts again, watching your stomach dip at the touch of his fingers slipping beneath.

“I wonder if you’ll let me slip these off, hmm?”

He slowly rose to kneel beside you, hooking his fingers into the sides of the spandex, shimmying them down slightly to gauge your reaction.

You were as still as stone, breaths even and eyes closed, save the occasional twitch of your fingers.

“So good for me,” he mused.

He continued sliding them down your thighs, exposing you fully as he realized— much to his satisfaction— that you wore no panties underneath.

He grinned at the slight glisten to your folds, stopping the pull of your shorts right above your knees to admire the sight for a moment.

Still, you slept, completely unaware and unbothered. He slipped your legs free from the blankets, fairly certain that he could be a little less cautious than before, and pulled your shorts off completely.

He sat your legs back down, a little more spread than before, and kneeled between them to admire you closer. He ran his hands up your delicious thighs, loving the way your skin prickled as he went.

He saw the way your nipples perked beneath your shirt, smirking to himself as he pushed the little scrap of fabric further up your chest, exposing your breasts to him completely.

“A little cold, are we darling?” He whispered, running a finger along one pert nipple.

As much as he desired to toy with your breasts a bit further, he did not know how long this glorious window of uninterrupted play would last, and wanted to enjoy himself to the fullest while he was able.

Pushing your thighs to spread completely for him, he laid down on his stomach to watch up close as he spread your folds, using his thumbs to pull you apart and gaze at the glistening treasure you kept so guarded from him.

He gingerly lapped a firm strike from bottom to top, eyes watching your face for any changes as he savored your taste.

“You taste just as delectable as I remember, little one.” He whispered against your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue and enjoying the sleepy little whines that poured from your throat, still lost in the throes of slumber.

He indulged himself further, licking and suckling along your core and pressing his tongue shallowly into your little hole until you were absolutely dripping for him, his cock twitching at the way you whined softly in your sleep.

He removed his gloves and tossed them aside, gingerly easing an index finger into your waiting hole, your juices easing the slide.

In your sleep, you were so soft, so pliant. Your walls gave a little clench at the intrusion, but he was very amused at how unrestrained you were. He added a second finger, marveling at how easily they slid in, your walls so accommodating, so plush.

“You know, darling,” he whispered, pulling back to kneel up and work his belt open, uncaring of the wetness along his fingers. “Like this, I don’t even think I need to work you open for me.”

Unbuttoning his pants, he finally pulled his aching cock free of its confines, having been neglected from the very beginning in favor of the mental satisfaction of such activities.

“I think you could take me just like this,” he said, stroking himself as he watched your chest rise and fall, unfettered, head resting beautifully on his pillows.

He pulled a spare pillow from the opposite side of the bed, gently pulling up your lower half to place it under your ass, hoisting you up to a proper height.

You squirmed, mumbled a bit as your eyes rolled beneath their lids, your hands twitching and thighs shifting.

He paused for a moment, almost worried you’d wake before he got to the best part, but it really didn’t matter when you woke up, you’d be taking his cock so sweetly for him either way.

After you settled back down, he thumbed over your clit once more, enjoying the way your sex clenched and glistened for him. Stroking himself a moment longer, he finally gave in and leaned forward, rubbing the head of his cock along your folds, reveling in the way your wetness coated him.

With one hand supporting himself in the bed beside your waist, and the other guiding his cock, he finally, finally pushed against your entrance, groaning at the warmth parting so deliciously for him, wrapping him in your hot and pliant embrace.

He was right, your walls graciously sucked him in, still snug, but the lack of preparation didn’t seem to matter. As he pushed further into your welcoming softness, he shifted, placing his hands beside your head to lean down and press open mouth kisses along your neck, sucking marks in plain sight, where everyone could see.

He wanted to own you. He technically did— given his rank compared to yours, but he wanted more. He wanted to consume you entirely.

He didn’t care anymore, in fact, he wanted you to wake now, to wake to the feeling of him inside you, fucking into you like you were his to do with as he pleased.

With a rough snap of his hips and a nibble beneath your ear, he finally pushed in fully, his hips slapping against yours.

You gasped, eyes finally popping open as your head rose from the pillow, a rough moan ripping from your throat as he started a rough and steady pace.

“There she is,” he groaned in your ear. “How nice of you to finally join us.”

Your walls clenched tight around him, your eyes wide as you pressed against his shoulders in a half hearted attempt to push him away.

“B-boss?!” You stuttered, your brow furrowing in confusion, in worry. “What are you— Mori!”

You moaned as he grabbed your thighs, pressing them into your chest as he threw your calves over his shoulders. The motion left your little white socked feet dangling uselessly behind his head as he brutally angled each thrust against your g-spot.

Your hands moved to grip at the loose shirt hanging by his collarbones, fingernails digging in but not hitting his pale skin. He almost wanted to shift positions to remove his shirt, maybe let you rake those blunt nails down his back so he too could wear marks of this moment.

But the way your eyes rolled back and you pushed your head to the side was too good, it was like you were trying to hide from him, hide how much you loved this.

“Where are you trying to run, little darling?” He breathed, a wicked smile ghosting along your cheek as you flinched, biting back moans that made your lips bruise.

“I… why are you—“ you couldn’t form proper words, let alone a sentence, and he shuddered at how far gone you already were, your mind still blurry from your slumber, body reacting to him so beautifully.

“You were so pretty in my bed, laid out for me like a little treat.” He bit at the sensitive flesh of your throat, groaning when you squeezed around him. “I simply am just taking a bite of what’s mine.”

You cried out at that, squirming under him as he felt your walls twitch and tremble, your slick forming a ring around the base of his cock, the filthy, slick sounds making his head spin.

“That’s what you are, isn’t it?” He said, bringing a hand to your face to force you to look up at him, your big doe eyes wide and wet with unshed tears. “That's what you desire to be? Mine?”

You bit your lip, and he could feel you tense, trying to stave off your orgasm, as if he would ever not succeed in making you cum.

“Say it,” he hissed, thumbing your bottom lip from between your teeth. “Tell me what you are, hmm?”

His hips continued to slam into you, and he could feel himself nearing his own limit, but he knew you were right there— right at the precipice.

You were so stubborn, and oh how he loved that about you. How he throbbed when you shook your head, refusing to speak even though you clung so tightly to him, even though he could feel your walls pulsing with the need to release.

“Tell me.” He nearly growled, his pace never faltering despite the burn of his own orgasm being held back. “Who do you belong to?”

You looked like you were going to deny him once more, but he saw that sparkle of need in your eyes, so he wrapped his hand around your throat, applying delicious pressure at the sides, restricting the blood flow to your pretty little head.

He was reminded of how small you were like this. How easy it would be to snap your little neck if you were an adversary. Instead he was delighted when your eyes rolled back once more as he growled down at you.

“Who do you belong to?”

He released his hold, and you gasped as your walls fluttered, your release crashing into you like a train, moaning and babbling up at him in your pleasure.

“Mori! I’m yours! I’m yours— I wanna be yours, I wanna belong to you—!”

He groaned, letting himself go as you continued your babbling, feeling his cock twitch against your still fluttering walls, the pressure of you squeezing him so tightly was almost unbearable.

“That’s it,” he moaned. “Mine, all mine.”

He felt himself tip over the edge and leaned down to bite at your throat again.

“Now take what I give you, take it all.”

You cried out as he spilled into you, his hips finally stuttering with each pulse of his hot cum into your cunt. You gripped him tightly, keening as he panted in your ear.

When he was finally done, you fell back, arms spread wide as you stared lazily up at the ceiling.

“Did you enjoy your evening?” He grinned, pulling his softening cock from your leaking core, enjoying the way a little dollop of his cum oozed at your entrance.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” You groaned, throwing an arm over your face.

He tucked himself back into his pants as he chuckled.

“After all that you still have the energy to be so acrimonious?” He teased, getting up to retrieve a cloth from the en suite.

“You’d be pissed off too if someone woke you up by shoving their cock in you!” You shouted from your place on the bed, clearly spoiled rotten from the last time he fucked you, knowing full well that he intends to clean you up before letting you sleep.

He rolled his eyes to the side as he made his way back to you, waving his hand dismissively to tease you. “I wouldn’t be pissed, per se. Perhaps a bit startled, maybe murderous, maybe indulgent. Depends on how nice the cock is.”

He grinned as he watched you get flustered, tugging your shirt down and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Salacious, depraved, idiot old man.” You grumbled, and he laughed.

“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy yourself, little one?” he leaned down to wipe the sweat and juices between your thighs, and watched with keen eyes as you relaxed, letting his cum pool out of you and onto the waiting cloth.

His spent cock twitched in interest, and he flashed his eyes back to your face, gauging your reactions.

You were red, still indignantly looking at the ceiling as he cleaned you up.

“I’m not saying that, don’t put words in my mouth.” You said, pouting like a spoiled rotten child.

Oh, how he enjoyed you. He was going to soak in every second of your time. He wouldn’t let you run away again and pretend like this wasn’t happening, like you didn’t want him. No, you were stuck this time.

His cock swelled again, watching you grumble and pout.

“You’re right, darling.” He said, pulling away to undo his pants once more, reveling in the way you chewed on your swollen lips, your thighs clenching together. “I have better things I can put in your mouth.”

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darling--angst-archived · 11 months

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One Last Drink

TW! Underaged drinking, mentions of death, cheating, suicide, bombing, Dazai, Pure angst :')

Type: Oneshot

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x Mafia! Reader

Synopsis: When Osamu Dazai decided to leave the Port Mafia to be on the side of good per his friend's wishes his lover was left behind. He decided to drink with her, little did he know it will be their last.

A/n: I apparently like to make Dazai suffer on his birth month especially :)

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Dazai comes to another bar as he dragged you along with him. There were some times he would go to bars and drink because of stress, today was like those days. You sat on the bar stool as you ordered yourself some wine. You decided to drink and your could only clench your fist as you watched him flirt with another woman. You were in a romantic relationship with him, yet it never seemed that way; you were more like his subordinate than his lover. He's already eighteen, it's been 2 years since you two fell in love.. Maybe two years was the expiration date of your relationship. You tightened your grip on the glass as you tried to control the tears from flowing. He was already drunk yet sweet seductive words keep slipping from his mouth as he flirted with another customer. As a small tear escaped your eyes, you looked down and ordered for another shot.

"You okay miss.?" The bartender asked giving you your glass.

"I don't know.." You lips quivered. The bartender glanced at Dazai then back at you.

"Is that your boyfriend?" He mumbled

"mhm" you said with a small nod. The conversation ended that way, you paid for your drink and walked out on Dazai. You hoped that he noticed it and would come to you. As you went down the stairs, your tears kept flowing out. You started the car and your hopes were crushed as you waited for minutes and he didn't come. There were two possibilities on why: he didn't notice you because he was too busy or he didn't care. It was probably both.

You started the car and left. Stopping at the beach side, you leaned back to the car seat. Biting your lip, you cried; ignoring all the phone calls. The moon lit up the dark road and it your tears became dry and salty. Your eyes became red from all those crying. Your vision began to blur as you cried yourself to sleep.

When you finally calmed down, the sun was already setting and looking at your phone; you had 6 missed calls and 9 texts from your boss, 18 missed calls and 41 texts from Chuuya. Thinking it was an emergency, you quickly started the car and drove to the Port Mafia. Upon arriving, you rushed to the boss's office not caring about the murmuring of people. You didn't care to knock, you barged in the door and was met with an angry Chuuya and beside was your boss, Mori Ogai.

"I didn't expect that a traitor such as you would have the guts to show up here!" Chuuya hissed. You were puzzled, looking at Koyou in the back she only had a disappointed expression.

"After all, you do know what happens to traitor don't you Y/n.?" His expression darkened and he started to glow.

"Stop Chuuya-kun." Mori ordered and Chuuya halted

"But why boss? She's a traitor along with that fucking suicidal maniac!" Chuuya insisted but was cut off by Mori.

"it seems she doesn't have anything to do with it, let alone know about it" he said as Chuuya's eyes widened. While Koyou's expression changed from disappointment to pity.

"W-wait.! What the fuck are you all talking about?!" You stuttered, panicking at the situation.

"Dazai-kun left the Mafia..." Mori sighed, as your eyes widened. Even though you always took control of your emotions, now you couldn't. A tear escaped your already reddish eyes.

"hah! Is this a joke?" Your voice was low yet loud enough for them to hear.

"no.. Y/n.. he really- that bastard fucking left" Chuuya walked towards you, his attitude softened and his gaze fell on your pitiful state. You bit your lower lip to suppress your feelings. Honestly, you didn't know what to feel; part of you felt like you needed him and that you want to cry, another part was mad at him for leaving, and most of you felt like you're going to break. Your eyes became lifeless and bland much to Chuuya's surprise, he frowned in response.

"I see..." You breathed.

"Chuuya-kun please take her back to her apartment" Mori ordered.

"Yes boss" Chuuya muttered.

Nothing much happened. Now you were on the backseat of his motorcycle, while he whispered 'sorry' to you. He comforted you during the ride, while you cried on his back. He sighed, normally he'll get mad because his expensive coat is now stained with tears; but now he couldn't, after all you were left by Dazai too. You both drove past the beautiful lights of Yokohama, as he offered you to drink with him in which you agreed to. When you both got off the motorcycle, and you said your goodnights. Suddenly, a loud click went off one that made you two halt, making eye contact. Explosions went off and your mind was blurry afterwards.

4 years later

Footsteps are heard on the dungeons of the Port Mafia, the one held captive was quite special. It was Dazai Osamu in the flesh, the one who left the PM alive, an executive, the 'Demon Prodigy', who everyone had feared. He planned to be held captive after all, he calculated every moves and appearances that would be made. Starting from taunting and provoking Akutagawa. His eyes widened and he clicked his tongue in annoyance as he realized who'd be there next. The footsteps got closer and the outline of a short man is seen.

"Oh? Well isn't it you on the flesh?" Chuuya taunted getting closer to Dazai as he pulls his hair.

"Out of all people why does it have to be you?" Dazai muttered annoying him. Chuuya walked away after kicking and punching him as the other chuckled and now Dazai snapped his fingers, his chains breaking and his hands are free.

"So. How's Y/n?" Dazai remarked making Chuuya halt.

"Hhm? What's wrong?" Dazai asked but Chuuya was quiet and clenched his fist tighter. Chuuya whispered something but he couldn't hear making him ask again.

"She's... Dead, Dazai" Chuuya responded, as Dazai's eyes widened in shock.

"The night you disappeared from the organization, she cried; so we planned to open up a bottle of Petrus 1889 at my apartment but.... Some asshole put a bomb on my motorcycle and it.. it exploded on both of us; she took most of the damage" Chuuya explained biting his lips roughly. Dazai was speechless.

He kept quiet, then he remembered. He was the one to put a bomb on his motorcycle. The day that Oda died, he left the Port Mafia per his wishes; but he decided to have a drink with you. For some reason you left and he was there speechless, he was about to say his plan and a promise to come back but you left. The night he left was the day that you died.

Now he won't be able to see the smile that he loves the most. He didn't let himself get captured by the Port Mafia. He planned to be there to get information about Atsushi and the black market but... Part of him wanted to be captured so he would see your radiant and e/c eyes, so he could see your glistening skin and silky hair once again; but that plan was gone. He could no longer call himself human anymore, he was the one that caused your death. He sometimes wondered if the world hates him since the day he was born for sorrows to chase him every single day.

He loved you too much and the same goes for you. You were the only one who decided to value his birthday. The day of June 19 is the day he never liked because it was the day that mischief had started. Yet you didn't, you valued the day he was born because it was the day that a man you loved was born. The book that he always carried and read was from you. He loved suicide so you bought him a book for his special day, yet you made him promise that the day he finally succeeds in taking his life you would be left at least a note. He promised you that and you promised him that you won't die on him like everyone he loved did. Everytime he tried to commit suicide he made a note and it was addressed to you.

Time skip~~

He felt empty without you. As he put a photo in his pocket, his steps became smaller and smaller. Then he fell down. Never could he be more at peace with you on his mind. The death of his lover four years ago was something he could've never predicted. After all it was his fault you were in a coffin and could now only seen in pictures. The picture flew out as he fell, it was your anniversary picture, a memory he never wants to forget. There you both were smiling happily, including him. A gentle smile he had when he was with you is something he could never replace like the facade of masks he has, and a smile he could never put on without you.

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brother’s rival

bsd boys x fem!reader

wc : 3.k

warnings : threats, a lot of makin’ out so spicY

synopsis : The boys discover their precious little sister is dating their rival in the worst way possible

a/n : remake! also I absolutely despise Mori. but he’s attractive so sigh.

Mori

- Y/n Fukuzawa : late 20′s/early 30′s

You knew very well that you shouldn’t be dating the boss of the Port Mafia but…

“Y/n, darling~”

You honestly just couldn’t seem to resist him.

Giggling, you made your way across the vast expanse of his office to make yourself comfy in Mori’s lap, “This place is so big!”

He gave you a warm chuckle, “Indeed. You would have seen it sooner if you’d come when I asked weeks ago.” Mori pouted and nuzzled into your neck

“I know but I had to…’play it cool’ for a while. Ranpo is a very hard person to evade, you know.” You tilted your head with a soft sigh.

Mori just hummed and started placing slow kisses against your jugular, “That’s a fair point, my dear. At least now I can finally do this-“

Meanwhile, at the Agency, everyone was relaxing and doing their work in peace until Ranpo shot out of his seat with wide eyes and bolted out of the room

“What’s up with him?” Atsushi raised an eyebrow at Dazai, but the brunette just shook his head

“It’s wise not to ask this time.”

A frantic knocking interrupted Fukuzawa’s tea time, who opened the door to a distressed Ranpo

“Sorry for the intrusion, President, but…”

“Ranpo?”

“Y/n is at the Port Mafia headquarters!”

You were sprawled out comfortably on Mori’s desk while he stood crouched over you, “You’re so cute~”

You gave a teasing grin, “I know. Say, isn’t your back hurting, old man?”

His smile morphed into a dramatically hurt expression, “I’ll have you know I am younger than your brother! And you are only about 10 years younger yourself!”

Humming, you brought him down by the nape of his neck, “Yeah? So you still got it, Ogai?” You gave a breathless laugh as you brushed your lips against his

His eyes flashed dangerously, sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. “I’ll show you exactly what I’ve got, darling.”

A katana blade swiftly appeared under his chin, making you gasp and freeze up- “Yukichi?!”

Mori visibly paled as he was turned around violently and forced onto the tips of his toes when your brother fisted the front of his shirt

“What do you think you're doing with my sister?”

“Wait! Don’t hurt him!”

Fukuzawa blinked and narrowed his eyes at you, “What?”

You flinched, “I- uh...you, you can’t hurt him because he’s...he’s my boyfriend!”

You honestly thought your brother stopped breathing for a few seconds

That is, until he calmly let go of Mori and grabbed you by the scruff of your neck, dragging you through the big double doors

“ACk! HEY!“

“Hush, little sister. We will discuss the terms of this...situation at home.”

Gulping, you looked back at your shocked boyfriend to give a small wave

You ended up going right back to his office the next day. “OGAI!”

“Y/-oof!”

You tackled him to the ground and smiled, “Brother's blessing has been given! Although he did say that if he ever caught us like that again then both he and Ranpo would castrate you…”

Akutagawa

- Y/n Nakajima : 18 y/o (twins)

Akutagawa scared you at first. He literally tried to kill your twin right in front of your eyes the first time you’d met, but…the more you kept coincidentally running into him, the more you found he wasn’t actually that bad

Once you got past his cold demeanor, that is

It had been a couple weeks since the Moby Dick was taken down and you were on your way to meet with the Mafioso

“Ryu!”

He looked up through his shades and gave you a slight quirk of the lips, “Let’s go.”

You traveled to an abandoned gazebo on the outskirts of town. It was surrounded by a few big trees and a lot of flowers : it was your special place

“Y/n?”

You hummed, looking up from your finished flower crown, “Yes?”

“I...love you.”

You smiled and blushed slightly, “I love you too, Ryu.” Walking over, you reached up to place the white flower crown on his head

Akutagawa’s eyes shone brightly as he gently felt the crown. His eyes trailed down to your lips then back up to your eyes, “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

He smiled, a real smile, and pushed some hair away from your eyes. In the next moment, you felt a soft material wrap around your neck

Your lips parted as you looked down at Rashomon wrapped around your neck like a collar, “Ryu…” his name came out as a whine

Akutagawa growled quietly, tugging on Rashomon to make you stumble closer. One hand stayed on his ability at the base of your neck while the other cupped your cheek, tilting your face up so he could smash his lips onto yours

He paused only to gently walk you backwards, making sure your back was pressed securely against the wooden pillar of the gazebo

Ryu was just about to close the gap again when a flash of silver shot in between you, severing Rashomon and grabbing you by the shirt

“What the hell do you think you're doing, Akutagawa?”

Your hands were trembling as you looked up at your twin. There was a fire burning in his eyes which told you something bad was about to happen

“Atsushi…?”

He was shifted into his half-tiger form, and when Ryu didn’t bring out Rashomon again to defend himself, it made you even more nervous

“I’ll kill you!”

You were tossed to the ground when your brother leapt forward; Akutagawa barely had time to dodge because his eyes were focused on you falling

“Ryunosuke!”

Atsushi froze in his spot on the roof of the gazebo, “What did you just call him?”

Wincing, you scrambled up to run in front of Ryu with your arms spread out. “S-Stay back or I’ll call Dazai-Senpai! You have to at least let me, us, explain.”

Your brother blinked and jumped to the ground, releasing his ability

He looked back and forth between you two for a second before walking up to you to pat your head, “Be home by...8. We’ll talk then.” He looked at Akutagawa indifferently before turning on his heel and walking away

His sister’s happiness was one of the first priorities in his life. Atsushi would just have to set some...rules. A lot of rules.

Atsushi

- Y/n Akutagawa : 18 y/o

Just like the other two Akutagawas, you are a highly skilled mafia member; you were even promoted to being Executive Nakahara’s partner because the boss held a lot of trust in your abilities

Which is why it irritates you to no end when your siblings coddle you solely because you're the youngest. Solo missions? Not possible, Ryunosuke does them himself before you even get informed. Mori specifically states you have to do a job without Chuuya? Gin’s tagging along and won’t take no for an answer.

There’s basically no privacy boundaries, so when you met a certain white tiger, you have to practically bend over backwards and then some just to keep him a secret

You’d just been released from duty by Chuuya (your saving grace at this point- he knew Ryu and Gin were out on missions when he let you take the rest of the day off) and was making your way past the pier when you bumped into Atsushi

“‘Sushi!” you smiled giddily and ran over, soaking in the sight of him after not being able to for weeks

He gave you a cute little smile in return and rubbed the back of his neck, “Y/n! I’m so happy to see you.” A laugh escaped him when you asked if he’d had a bad day, “Well, I almost got killed by your brother again so it’s pretty fifty-fifty.”

You sighed exasperatedly, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck in a hug. His arms circled your back as he picked you up, spinning you around slightly, making you shriek in laughter

You stayed at the pier for hours, walking and talking and playing around until dusk fell. The two of you stopped under the bridge, not wanting to say goodbye just yet

“H-hey, Y/n?” Atsushi gulped when you looked at him, hand coming up to caress your cheek softly before crashing his lips against yours for the first time that day. He let out the cutest of moans as he backed himself up against the wall, essentially letting you cage him in

Humming, you pressed harder against him, smiling when you felt his fingers brush against your thighs. You were seconds away from jumping up in his arms, but a flash of black and red slammed into the ground behind you

Atsushi heard you scream before he saw what had actually tried to attack you both, and when he did, he was pissed. A low growl escaped him and he lifted you slightly off the ground in a protective hold, “You could’ve hurt her, idiot!”

Ryu took a half a step back, sighing when he saw the scared look on your face. “Come, little sister.” He held his hand out just like he always did

But you refused. “No. I haven’t seen Atsushi in weeks, partly because of you! I wish to stay here with him longer. I also wish for you to stop trying to kill him every time you see him, please.”

Akutagawa stared at you in bewilderment, eyes narrowing in on the way the weretiger’s hands tightened around your waist. His feet took a few more steps back as he coughed, “We…will talk about this when you get home. In an hour.”

“But-”

“In. An. Hour.”

You smiled, “Yes, big brother. Thank you.” When he left, you turned back to your boyfriend and watched the color melt from his face, making you laugh. “I love you, Atsushi Nakajima.”

He purred, “And I you, Y/n Akutagawa. Though I’m pretty sure my life just flashed before my eyes just now-”

“Brother! Did you find her?”

“Yes.” Ryunosuke gave a small quirk of the lips, “She’s safe.”

Fyodor

- Y/n Dazai : 20 y/o

You actually met by complete accident

You’d ran into your brother right before his meeting with Fyodor, but before he could shoo you away, the demon himself showed up and introduced himself

After that encounter, even when your brother said to stay away from him at all costs, you went back to find the purple-eyed Russian again

And now, months later, you were still sneaking off to meet with him (though given, you weren’t aware of everything he was doing when he wasn’t with you)

You were making your way through a dingy alleyway when someone grabbed your waist from behind and bit into the side of your neck

“Fedya! Stop scaring me like that! You know I don’t have an ability to defend myself with!”

“Oh? But you fight on your own so nicely, the way you use a gun is just breathtaking~”

You turned your head to hide your blush, but his hand gripped your lower jaw, “Milaya...you know I don’t like it when I can’t see that pretty face of yours.”

Your lips parted and you blushed a darker hue, keeping your eyes locked with intoxicating purple ones. “Do you want to know a secret, Fyodor?”

“Hmm?” his face was so, so close…

“Purple is my favorite color.”

The smile he gave you took your breath away. His cold fingers gripped the back of your thighs to hike you up and press you against the brick wall, “Is it now?”

Your voice came out as a small whimper, “Yes.”

His lips were on yours in an instant, rough and needy, while his hips bucked up to meet yours

Fyodor would have definitely taken you right then and there in that alleyway but the sound of shuffling interrupted, and he dropped you on your feet to turn around

His eyes cut across the darkness blankly, searching for who dared interrupt him. Your eyes were cold as they stared at the shadowed figure, gun drawn, and free hand clutching Fyodor’s shirt

Your eyes quickly warmed up when you saw it was your brother, at the cost of all the color draining from your face

“O-Osamu…”

“When I decided to follow you tonight, I was definitely not expecting to see...this.”

His voice was steely and his eyes were lightless. He looked just like he did when you were in the Port Mafia

“Osamu, you’re scaring me…” you actually took a step back into Fyodor’s chest while the hand holding your gun started to tremble

The light of his eyes returned, although it was dull, and he looked at you in slight shock. “Scaring you?”

Your gun dropped to the floor as you sprinted down the alley to your brother, tears brimming your eyes, “I-I swear I haven’t been saying anything about the ADA or our missions or anything! I just...please don’t take me away from him- I love him.”

The last part was but a broken whisper, making your brother’s eyes widen even more. After a beat of silence, he brought you into a hug and glared at Fyodor

“If you hurt her, I’ll tear you limb from limb and make you eat them.”

He let you go with Fyodor that night, but not without putting a tracker on you. Dazai wasn’t gonna take any risks that would allow his little sister to get hurt

Dazai

- Y/n Nakahara : 21 y/o

When Chuuya left the Sheep to join the Port Mafia, you’d showed up at their doorstep the very next day and were welcomed with open arms

Despite your brother’s protests, you were put under Dazai’s command, but he treated you nicely; He adored you, you adored him, and it was only natural it broke your heart when he left

So when he popped back up on the radar years later, you were quick to go see him despite his being in the Ada

That resulted in you, today, sneaking him in like two dumb highschoolers. You were in your room inside the penthouse you and your brother shared with Dazai stretched out underneath you

“You look good lying helpless underneath me.”

“You do know I can switch this around in an instant, right?”

You grinned wolfishly, “You won’t.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because you love letting me go wild and have fun.” You proved your point by grinding down on him and running your nails along his scalp, resulting in a loud moan falling from his lips

Your grin changed into a soft smile as you ran your hands along his unbandaged body. They trailed over every crevice before stopping at the base of his throat

“Fuck, you’re s’pretty ‘Samu.”

Dazai’s hand shot out to grab you by your own throat, tugging you closer, “As are you, Belladonna.”

Chuuya, brilliantly, chose that exact moment to burst into your room, mumbling something about sharing a drink with him, before he stopped dead in his tracks

His eyes were staring right at the hand still wrapped around your neck, trailing down slowly until they locked on your hand still wrapped around Dazai’s neck

You guess it also didn’t help that you were both in just your underwear

The pressure in the room began to get denser, sending you scrambling off the bed to tackle your brother before he activated his ability, “DON’T YOU DARE, CHUUYA!”

Dazai was quick to follow, grabbing his former partner’s wrist to prevent him from using his ability

“Y-You bastard! How dare you lay your filthy hands on my baby sister! I’ll kill you!”

“Brother.”

He blinked, staring at you with rage and a hint of curiosity

“I haven’t loved anyone since...well since the Sheep betrayed us. But now...I’ve found someone to love again. Osamu cares about me. A lot. And yes, I should’ve told you first but...Chuuya, I love him. And I need you to let me have this. Please, big brother.”

You could see tears brimming Chuuya’s eyes before he scoffed and yanked his hand away from Dazai, moving to stand up

“Fine. But if he hurts you- if you hurt her, I’ll-“

“If I ever hurt Y/n, I give you full permission to kill me slowly and painfully. That is something I never plan on doing.”

Chuuya nodded acceptingly, turning to walk out of your bedroom, “I call dibs on being best man at your wedding.”

Poe

- Y/n Edogawa : 24 y/o

Ranpo knew you were sneaking off, he just didn’t know where

Your ability (or rather lack-thereof) to evade Ranpo’s flawless deduction skills was almost flawless itself. The deep connection you shared with him aided in keeping certain things a secret

But you couldn’t evade him forever- that you knew

You were snuggled up with Karl by the fireplace in Poe’s study on the loveseat. This was your favorite place to relax; his study was so cozy and warm

Edgar glanced up from his novel, smiling at the sight. His uncovered eye widened when you met his gaze, cheeks flushing when you smiled right back

You slowly got up, padding your way over to his desk, while making grabby hands. The action gifted you a laugh so sweet it could give you a toothache. Almost immediately, you were scooped up and placed in his lap

While his chair was big enough for the two of you to fit, your bodies were still pressed up tightly against one another; it sent pleasant shivers up his spine. Poe wanted you closer…

You began to giggle quietly as he brushed over your lips, hands carding through his hair to pull his face closer so you could finally kiss him. His lips were so soft, “Poe~”

He gulped in response, his own shaky hands coming up to rest on your hips. Hesitantly, Poe pulled your hips forward, moaning when you followed the action eagerly

“Y-y/n…”

Grinning, you rolled your hips slowly until the tortuous pace forced him to start rocking you on his lap himself. You hummed approvingly, fingers tugging at thick locks of hair

Poe choked back a whimper, boldly moving to lift the hem of your shirt when someone clears their throat from the doorway. He lets out an undignified squeak and shakes his hair free from your grasp so it covers his flaming face

You, on the other hand, physically feel your soul leaving your body. You don’t even have to turn around to know who’s there, but you do anyway out of politeness (and fear of making him even more pissed)

Ranpo’s normally closed eyes are wide open, eyebrows furrowed and mouth pulled into a frown, “Y/n.”

You honestly attempt to curl in on yourself and just die right then, “H-hey big brother…nice day we’re havin’ huh?” You grip Poe’s shirt tightly

He wrapped a comforting arm around you in return, “I’d never let harm come to your sister. I’ve been in love with her since the first time I saw her- I will continue to love her until my last breath, with or without your permission.”

You were beyond words. Poe didn’t stutter once and he stared Ranpo directly in the eyes the entire time, sight uncovered by his bangs

Ranpo was equally shocked, but after a few moments of tense silence, his usual cheery expression came back, “I like your dedication! My permission is granted- there’s no one I’d trust more with her!”

A soft smile overtook your features, “You’re the best, Ran.”

Ranpo tipped his hat like the dork he was and smiled at you, his eyes open once more, “Of course! If you’re happy, I’m happy. Bye now!”

When the doors shut behind him, you heard Poe let out a long exhale and go limp underneath you, making you cackle in amusement

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Round 2 Polls:

(Projected length: 32 days)

(Bonus Rounds: Here)

Day 1:

1. Ogai Mori vs. Pascal

2. The Doctor vs. Franky

Day 2:

3. Madoc vs. Daenerys Targaryen

4. Inspector Barnes vs. Bright Noa

Day 3:

5. August vs. Claude Frollo

6. Cale Henituse vs. Leif

Day 4:

7. Simon Petrikov vs. Chiron

8. Yami Sukehiro vs. Sei Handa

Day 5:

9. Gintoki Sakata vs. Eithan Arelius

10. Dr. Gregory House vs. Maglor

Day 6:

11. Wolverine vs. Izumi Curtis

12. Roy Mustang vs. Abraham van Helsing

Day 7:

13. Askeladd vs. Rune Saint John

14. Guts vs. Jake Sully

Day 8:

15. Sir Reginald Hargreeves vs. Jean Valjean

16. Kohachi Inugami vs. The Fix

Day 9:

17. Kanan Jarrus and Hera Syndulla vs. Gumpa

18. Aphmau vs. Agent Washington

Day 10:

19. Grace vs. Vector the Crocodile

20. Alec Lightwood-Bane vs. Dadan

Day 11:

21. Bobby Nash vs. William Adama

22. Korosensei vs. The Warrior of Light

Day 12:

23. Kaname Date vs. Jack Starbright

24. Satoru Gojo vs. Dutch Van Der Linde

Day 13:

25. Xie Lian vs. Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane

26. Tom and Maddie Wachowski vs. Sakyo Furuichi

Day 14:

27. Welt Yang vs. Herlock Sholmes

28. Carlisle and Esme Cullen vs. Dracule Mihawk

Day 15:

29. Artemy Burakh vs. Barry and Iris West-Allen

30. Kazuma Kiryu vs. Yuugo and Lucas

Day 16:

31. Master Wu vs. Dave Seville

32. Axel vs. Izumi Tachibana

Day 17:

33. Arlecchino/The Knave vs. Sarah Jane Smith

34. Qifrey vs. Bell-Mere

Day 18:

35. Bobby Singer vs. Cap’n Craig Cuttlefish

36. Professor Hershel Layton vs. Donna Hanscum

Day 19:

37. Giovanni Potage vs. Ingo

38. Miles Edgeworth vs. Vil Shoenheit

Day 20:

39. Nick Fury vs. Dalinar Kholin

40. King Dedede and Meta Knight vs. Kavax au Telemanaus

Day 21:

41. Arataka Reigen vs. Jawbone O’Shaughnessey

42. Gol D. Roger vs. Abigail Pent and Magnus Quinn

Day 22:

43. Toriel Dreemurr vs. Master Kongo

44. Pongo and Perdita vs. Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik

Day 23:

45. Lance Strongbow vs. Derek Hale

46. Tony Stark vs. Roronoa Zoro

Day 24:

47. Jody Mills vs. Eric Gale

48. “Red-Haired” Shanks vs. Kurogane and Fai D’Flourite

Day 25:

49. Han Muchun vs. Iroh

50. Splinter vs. Lilia Vanrouge

Day 26:

51. Bruce Wayne vs. Thomas O’Malley

52. Jupiter North vs. Keishin Ukai

Day 27:

53. Kim Dokja vs. Roberto de Niro

54. Shōta Aizawa vs. Doctor Carmilla

Day 28:

55. Mendoza vs. Soundwave

56. David Wymack vs. Ash Ketchum

Day 29:

57. Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu vs. Yondu Udonta

58. Eda Clawthorne vs. Gavroche

Day 30:

59. Fukuzawa Yukichi vs. Optimus Prime

60. Camila Noceda vs. QSMP!Philza

Day 31:

61. Phoenix Wright vs. The Dragonborn

62. Bruno Bucciarati vs. Oliver Queen

Day 32:

63. Whitebeard vs. Otose

64. Sojiro Sakura vs. Yukari Yakumo

#mod is deeply looking forward to day 22 and day 30 #mod speaks #serial adopters bracket #round 2 #tumblr tournament #tumblr tourney #tumblr polls #poll bracket #character bracket #fandom bracket

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𝙐𝙣𝙖 𝙟𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣̃𝙤𝙨 fue hayada en los almacenes Hiroshima estos días. Según la Agencia de Detectives de la Armada, la pre-adolescente fue víctima de diferentes tipos de abusos y experimentos. Y acontinuación los resultado del partido de fútbol de...

La televisión no pudo continuar devido a que cierto pelinegro de nombre Mori Ogai la apago, seguido se levantó y se dirigió hacia una de las numerosas puertas de la gran mansión en la que habitaba. Se detuvo enfrente a una decorada con un cartel tipo cinta de policía que ponía ... "Suicidio" y así de forma continua, pero al parecer al líder de la Port Mafía no le importó mucho y entró a la habitación encontrándose con cierto Moreno que vestía de gabardina bocabajo intentando superar un nivel de algún juego de su amada Game Boy.

━Dazai tenemos que irnos, ya━ El menor al darse cuenta de la presencia del mayor simplemente se levantó se colocó bien su gabardina negra y colocó sus zapatos negros Italianos de la marca Milan

Mientras ambos hombres se montaban en una lujosa limusina conducida por un hombre en traje que hacia se las para que abrieran la puerta del garaje. Mientras esto sucedía el Alfa menor confundido de ¿por qué tantas formalidades? Para una simple misión de reconocimiento o eso el pensaba, estos pensamientos continuaron hasta que sus dudas se apaciguaron preguntando a su superior

━Y bien a donde se supone que me llevas?━ Pregunto con curiosidad Dazai

━Haz oído la noticia de la joven de los almacenes Hiroshi? ━Pregunto Mori

━Si, por? ━Respondio algo curioso por el tema

━La Port Mafía era uno de los inversores del proyecto y junto al resto de organizaciones y empresas q fianzaron el proyecto tienen el derecho de reclamar a la joven mediante una subasta ━ respondió con sencillez el mayor despertando la curiosidad de el menor

━Y de que se trata ese proyecto o experimentó del que hablas━ El peli-moreno no obtuvo respuesta pero sin embargo su superior saco unos papeles de una elegante maleta de mano, seguido de sacar los documentos . Y enseguida el joven de 18 año empezó a leer

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𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟏, 𝟑𝟎 𝐛𝐞𝐛𝐞́𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞́𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢́𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐨, 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐚𝐫 𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐮𝐧 𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐯𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚́𝐬 𝐡𝐚́𝐛𝐢𝐥.

𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐮́𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝟏𝟎 𝐚𝐧̃𝐨𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝟑𝟎 𝐣𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧̃𝐨𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐨́𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮́𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨́𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫.

𝐄𝐥 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞́𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐨́𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬. 𝐄𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨́ 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧 ��𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧̃𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨, 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐢́𝐚 𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝟏𝟗, 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐥 𝐮́𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐳 𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐃𝐍 𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝟎,𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟏% 𝐩𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢́𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐚 𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚 𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚. 𝐋𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐲 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐢́𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚 𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐨, 𝐬𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐮́𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐬 . 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨 𝐥𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐧 𝐓𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢́𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐨́𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐮́𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐥𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐧 𝐦𝐚́𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨́ 𝟎𝟑𝟎 𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨́ 𝐦𝟒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢́𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐚 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢́𝐚 𝐲 𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧̃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨́𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐚.

╚✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧╝

El joven Dazai estaba algo exitado por lo leído anteriormente muchas preguntas se paseaban por su cabeza pero antes de siquiera de preguntar más a fondo sobre la chica ya habían llegado al casino donde sucederían los eventos

━No te preocupes viejo, yo me encargaré de los negocios tu vete a apostar algo━ menciono el de cabellera marrón mientras que el mayor se alejaba cada vez más y más

Dazai no tardó mucho para imitar la acción dirigiéndose hacia el escenario donde por las noches se paseaban las prostitutas pero ahora no... Ahora se encontraban ahí unos guardaespaldas musculosos y a un hombre de aspecto refinado al lado de este un objeto no identificado a los ojos de Dazai

━Damas y caballeros , sean bienvenidos a la subasta de la joven, peor antes cabeza aclarar que... ━ El resto no lo escucho el de cabellera marrón ya que ciertas feromonas con olor a alcohol y a libro nuevo le llamaba la atención pero antes q pudiera saber de donde proviene miles de cifras empezaron a saltar

"Yo doy 10.000"

"Yo 20.000"

"Quitaros del medio, ofrezco 100.000"

━Tsk novatos, doy 1.000.000 en efectivo━Lo siguiente que se supo es que la sabana negra había sido retirada mostrando a una joven peli-azul con los ojos tapados y una cuerda en forma de mordaza y su cuerpo atado a una silla de mala muerte

Dazai nada más verla salgo y dijo━ Ofrezco 1.000.000 y un centavo ━esto hizo que risas salgan a la luz y que su competidor Fyodor el líder de las ratas se enfadara

━a si que te cres listo Osamu, ofrezco 200.000.000━La Sala paso de estar envuelta de risas a estar llenos de murmullos

━Valla, si que sabes negociar pero...

Ofrezco 1.000.000.000 ━Dijo llamando la atención de todos y haciendo que los murmullos se incrementen

Antes de que Fyodor pueda refunfuñar el hombre de apariencia sofisticada grito ¡Vendido! .

Poco a poco la Sala empezó a vaciarse después de que Dazai pagará con su dinero fue a recoger su premio y lo primero que hizo aparte de notar de donde provenía el olor a alcohol y libro nuevo también le quitó la venda de sus ojos mostrando a unos bicolor, uno marrón y otro azul, también se mostró una cicatriz que recoria toda la cara esto a un ruso que miraba desde abajo se le hizo atractivo al igual que a Dazai, la única diferencia es que el ruso ya estaba planeando como obtenerte ya sea de las buenas o de las malas

Por otro lado Dazai idolotreaba a su nueva pertenencia con alagos mientras se dirigía a ver a su superior

━Y bien Dazai cuanto gastamos por ella━ Pregunto algo preocupado por la situación financiera de su empresa

━Yo pague de mi bolsillo 2 billones por ella a si que no te preocupes ella es mia ━ Aclaro con un aura sombría a su alrededor esto la más joven noto y un escalofrío se escapó por su espiga dorsal

𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐩𝐨𝐯'𝐬

♥︎𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐢 𝐩𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐳 𝐭𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐬𝐢́ 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞

𝐂𝐀-𝐑𝐈-𝐍̃𝐎~ ♡

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⚠️ᶦⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᶦᶜᶦᵒⁿ✰

❥ɴᴏᴍʙʀᴇ: ᴛɴ ᴛᴀ

❥ᴇᴅᴀᴅ

ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ:12

ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴏ:22

❥ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀ:???

❥ᴀᴍɪɢᴏs:???

❥ᴘᴀʀᴇᴊᴀ:???

❥ʜᴀʙɪʟɪᴅᴀᴅᴇs

⚠️ꫀׁׅܻ݊ꭈׁׅꭈׁׅᨵׁׅׅꭈׁׅ⚠️

❥ᴘʀɪᴍᴇʀ ɢᴇ́ɴᴇʀᴏ: ғᴇᴍ

❥sᴇɢᴜɴᴅᴏ ɢᴇ́ɴᴇʀᴏ: ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛᴇ

❥ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀ: ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ - ᴍᴏʀɪ ᴏɢᴀɪ

❥ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴅ: ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛɪᴅᴀ

❥ɢᴜsᴛᴏs: ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟᴇs ʏ ᴍᴜɴ̃ᴇᴄᴏs ᴅᴇ ᴛᴇʟᴀ

❥ᴅɪsɢᴜsᴛᴏs: ɢᴇʀɪɴɢᴀs ʏ ʟᴀʙᴏʀᴀᴛᴏʀɪᴏ𝙨

❥ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄɪᴀ: ᴍᴀɴsɪᴏ́ɴ ᴏɢᴀɪ

❥ᴀsᴘᴇᴄᴛᴏ: ...

⚠️𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒂́ 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒐⚠️

❀✿＊*𝑺𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒔 ❀✿＊*

❀✿＊*𝑬𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒆́𝒏 𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂́ 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒓❀✿＊

𝑰𝑫: 𝑬𝒎𝒎𝒂𝟎𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

❀✿＊*𝑻𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐 𝒚 𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒚𝒖𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊́𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒐 ❀✿＊*

*＊✿❀𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙙𝙤𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙨 ❀✿＊*

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✧༺✦✮✦༻∞ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵂᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ∞༺✦✮✦༻✧

ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵃᵈ?

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ᵂᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ...

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒐||ᴰᵃᶻᵃᶦ ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ ᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃᵛᵉʳˢᵉ

#fanfic #fandom #jujutsu kaisen #bungou stray dogs #yandere #obsesión #wattpad #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #fanart

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magiclcss · 2 years

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Quick synopsis of Kaede’s BSD verse:

◜Name: Kaede Ryugazaki ◜Also known as: Kae ◜Status: Alive ◜Gender: Female ◜Birthday: April 4th ( Aries ) ◜Age: 18-19 ◜Height: 5′4″ ( 162 cm ) ◜Weight: 141 lbs ( 63 kg ) ◜ Blood type: AB- ◜ Likes: Sweets, music, lip gloss, scented candles ◜Dislikes: Ladybugs, loud noises, and large crowds ◜Ability: Fires on the Plain. With her ability, Kaede is able to control and manipulate fire that derives from a living flame from inside her chest. Overexertion of herself while using her ability can potentially turn her into ash from the inside out. ◜Reference: Fires on the Plain by Shōhei Ōoka ◜Occupation: Assassin ◜Affiliation: Port Mafia

Extra Facts:

Due to the extreme after effect affect of overuse of her ability, Kaede has to be careful about when she uses her ability and for how long it’s used. With the fear of turning herself into ash from the inside out if she over does it, so the majority of her kills are preformed with a weapon from her vast collection ( preferably katanas or steel fans. )

To add onto this: She relies on weapons and physical strength when it comes to fighting Despite her physical appearance and stature, she is actually quite strong. Being able to take down and subdue people twice her height and weight.

Was born in Kyoto, Japan, but moved to Yokohama around the age of 10.

She joined Port Mafia sometime between the Azure Apostle arc and the Port Mafia arc. The story of how she became an assassin is unknown to those, except for: Mori Ogai, Kouyou Ozaki, and Ryūrō Hirotsu.

Prior to joining the mafia, Kaede lost her older sister in a house robbery gone wrong.

She greatly prefers to keep her mafia life separated from her regular life. So as a result, her younger brother does not know that she works in the mafia and does her best to keep him away from that life altogether.

Is a part of The Black Lizards, the assault group of Port Mafia that handles the organization's most unsavory job

Has a tendency to use flirtation to get what she wants from others if, and only if the situation permits it.

Uses both ranged combat and close combat when it comes to fighting.

Has a ruthless, merciless, and vindictive streak and it shows within her kills and fighting styles.

Despite her childish/bratty nature, Kaede does tend to be a caring person towards those closets to her

#( fires on the plain ; bsd verse )#( verse synopsis )

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lordkambe · 4 years

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♠ character, fandom, type of reader: mori ogai, bungou stray dogs, woman reader.

♠ genre, rating: nsfw, 18+ only.

♠ themes, triggers: sugar daddy mori ?, overstimulation, semi public sex, oral ( m receiving ), light degradation, light humiliation, face slapping, 🐱 slapping

♠ author’s note: this was in the drafts... for a while. but i finally got it out and 💢⭕💢⭕💢 so um ... n e way ... enjoy~

Spoiled. That’s what you were. This afternoon trip with Mori was proof of it. He was in his casual attire but you begged him to leave the lab coat at home. Instead he wore the sport coat you had bought for him for his birthday a year prior. You sat in the passenger seat of the car Mori’s hand reached over to hold your hand as the other kept the steering wheel steady. The backseat was littered with numerous bags from high end designers and boutiques. Each bag was filled with goodies you had asked Mori to gift you with. Mori could never say no to your wishes especially when you batted your lashes and pouted your lips.

Although Mori had taken the afternoon off from work to spend time with you, you had assumed that your day of shopping was complete. It wasn’t until he pulled up to a boutique that you thought different. You had never seen this storefront before. It was an all black building with a golden calligraphy sign. The windows were tinted black and you were unable to see what was inside. Turning your head to Mori you asked, “honey what is this place?”

“You’ll see.” He responded while exiting the car. As always Mori came to the passenger door and opened it for you. He took your hand and assisted you out the door. He held your hand as he escorted you to the cryptic building. You were nervous but you had your suspicions about the building. When Mori opened the door for you your suspicions were proven to be true. It was a lingerie boutique that had also carried a wide variety of sex toys. Expecting gag gifts you’d find at a bachelorette party -- you were greeted with something are more different. The high-end boutique carried intricate bondage sets, expensive vibrators, and beautiful sets of lingerie.

As you were busy browsing what unique gifts the boutique offered Mori had his hands busy with picking out sets for you to try on. He asked for an attendant, “your luxury room” was all Mori said to them. The two of you then followed the attendant to the back of the boutique where the fitting rooms lined up. As you did you past a shelf stacked with dildos. Mori looked at you and quipped, “maybe I should get you one for when you miss me.”

“Mori!” You pinched his arm embarrassed at his lewd remark. The attendant opened the door for you two and you followed Mori inside. The room was fairly large and you assumed that’s what luxury meant. The dimly lit room had multiple mirrors, grand curtains, and a large tufted circle couch sat in middle of the room. Mori had placed the lingerie sets on the couch before sitting down himself. He looked up at you and asked you to come near. You stood between Mori’s legs and your hands came up to pick at the strands of his hair. His hands were on your hips.

“You want me to try them on for you?” You asked Mori with a bit of a smile lingering on your lips. He had spoiled you the entire day. Whatever you asked for he didn’t hesitate to say yes. He brought you here with the intention for you to treat him and you couldn’t possibly bring yourself refute his wish. Mori nodded his head in response.

“If you could be so kind, Y/N. I would love to see you try on what I picked out for you.” Mori handed you one out of the numerous sets he had picked out. The first set he had given you was a slate blue teddy piece. The lace lingerie had a crisscross back and you warned Mori it might take you a second to put on the piece properly. Mori pulled out his phone from the pocket of his coat, it was a work text, “Take your time.” He said.

You escaped behind one of the curtains and placed the set on a hook on the wall. You undressed and tried on the teddy set. Never a fan of a teddy set you didn’t protest but you would much rather try on the two-piece sets that Mori had also grabbed. The set slipped onto your figure with ease --- except for the crisscross back that had always given you trouble. Pulling your hair through the straps you wiggled your arms and felt accomplished. Loud enough for Mori to hear you spoke, “Mori, honey. I’m ready.”

"Mhmn.” He said. You walked out with confidence but noticed that Mori was still occupied with his phone. “You look great.” Mori said. But he always said that. He raised his index finger at you, “I’m sorry sweetheart. I have to take this.” You scoffed loudly and made your distaste with Mori obvious. He gave you a remorseful look but you were far too annoyed to give into it. You walked over to Mori’s side and took another set to try on.

Instead of a teddy suit it was a two piece; a triangle bra with a thong. Instead of lace it was mesh with a floral applique. Upon trying it on the set left little to the imagination. The cool breeze from the boutique’s ac had caused your nipples to harden. The buds peaked through the mesh and you knew the sight would drive Mori insane. That is... if he would pay attention to you. In your baby pink set you walked out from the curtain. Instead of showing Mori your set, you stood in front of a mirror and observed it yourself. The color looked beautiful on your skin and the floral applique gave you such a feminine aura. You took your hands and ran them up your sides before giving yourself a hug. You leaned forward towards the mirror and pushed your breasts up with a bit of a giggle. You felt beautiful, you loved the set.

“I’m going to have to call you back.” You heard Mori say. You had deliberately chosen a mirror where you could see Mori sitting behind you. When you first walked out he was far too concerned with his phone call to pay any attention to you. But then he noticed how you looked at yourself in the mirror. How your hands touched yourself, how you smiled --- not only did you feel beautiful. You looked beautiful.

Mori stood up from his seat and approached behind you. He put his chin his chin on your shoulder and looked at your reflection in the mirror.

"Have I gotten your attention?"

Mori kissed your cheek, "I'm sorry my love." He ended his sentence with another kiss. "Work is work, if this is the one shall we head on home?" Mori walked back to the tufted couch and took a seat. The apparent outline of his hard-on was difficult to ignore. You walked towards Mori and knelt in front of him.

"...Bad girl." He said with a huff of his breath.

"How can you walk out of here with this?"

You playfully asked while placing your palm on his clothed cock. You unbuckled his pants and Mori lifted his hips to slip of his clothing. You greeted the tip of his cock with a kiss and your hand held his shaft. You began to gently stroke his length. You then invited Mori’s length into your mouth still leaving enough room for you to stroke him with your hand. You felt the vein on the underside of his cock twitch in your mouth. It only encouraged you to hollow your cheeks.

“Look at me.” Mori demanded, grabbing a fistful of your hair while doing so.

The waterline of your eyes was red and filled with tears that had yet to fall. You looked up at him while taking his cock deeper in your mouth. The sensation of his tip touching the back of your tongue caused the tears in your eyes to fall down your cheeks. Mori was quick to wipe them away.

“Your lips always look so beautiful around my cock, Y/N.”

As you began to bop your head up and down Mori began to moan. They were soft enough to be confided for only you to hear. Despite how soft they were you were encouraged to move your head faster. Your throat burned but your eagerness to make him cum outweighed the pain. With a fistful of your hair in his hand, Mori moved your head up and down your cock. HIs own hips thrusted at the same pace and your hands gripped his thighs.

His dick was twitching in your mouth and his legs began to tremble. His moans were shaking as he was trying to suppress them. “F-fuck, Y/N --- I...” He didn’t need to finish his sentence you knew he was about to cum. And when he did you swallowed each drop of his cum making sure he didn’t leave a mess behind. With the edge of your finger you wiped the salvia from your bottom lip before placing that same finger in your mouth to suck it clean. Mori watched your movements and his lust filled eyes were proof that he wasn’t completely satisfied.

Once Mori gathered himself together he stood and gathered the sets he you had yet to try on. “If we stay any longer, I’ll have to throw you over this couch and have my way with you.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

Mori laced the space between the two of you. He kissed you fervently and in your mouth he moaned, “because you’ll have to be quiet if I fuck you here. I want to hear those moans clear as day. Meet me outside once you’re changed.” The lewd statement left his lips with ease and the eagerness inside of you began to grow. Before Mori left he ripped the tag from your lingerie set.

“After that, you’ve probably soiled them. Should I let the attendant know?” He teased.

Mori left the fitting room to pay for the sets he had picked out for you meanwhile you changed back into your clothing. Before you left you gave yourself a look in the mirror. Your makeup had smudged completely and your hair was out of place. After adjusting your appearance you rejoined Mori out by the register. The attendant handed him a bag that looked larger than what could hold a few pairs of lingerie sets. Not thinking too much into it, you rejoined Mori and the two of you headed home.

The journey home was quiet and fast. Shocked that an officer hadn’t stopped Mori for speeding the two of you found yourself at home once again. Mori had walked out of the car far more calmer than you had expected for him too. He took each of the bags and headed inside calmly as if he hadn’t promised you the reward you craved.

You entered inside your shared home and set your things down. Mori was looking inside the black bag from the boutique.

“Take yourself to the bedroom and undress.” Was all Mori said and you followed his instructions without question.

With all your clothes removed, you kept the baby pink set on and sat on the edge of the bed with your legs closed tightly together. Mori had entered the room holding something behind his back.

“You were such a bad girl today Y/N.”

You opened your mouth to speak but he stopped you.

“After all I did? I spoiled you rotten and you acted like such a whore in the boutique. You nearly embarrassed me with your lewd actions.”

Mori revealed what was behind his back. It was one of those bullet vibrators that were controlled by a remote. He must’ve picked it up while you were changing.

“Come here.” He said.

You stood and walked towards him. Mori placed the bullet vibrator in your mouth and demanded for you to suck on the object. As you did he asked,

“do you know what this is? It’s something to teach you a lesson.”

He removed the vibrator from your mouth and knelt down in front of you. He slide down your panties just enough for him to place the vibrator inside of you. The full feeling of it made you gasp.

“You’re so wet.” Mori noted. “It went in without any trouble.” As he stood on his feet he placed your panties back on. He kissed your forehead and as he did you didn’t notice his hand was already on the remote. He clicked the button once and a vibration started to flourish inside your pussy. With weak legs you leaned in forward to press your body against Mori’s.

“That’s the lowest speed.”

That was the lowest?

Mori clicked the remote again. The vibration sped up only the slightest but even then the pulsating sensation was so euphoric. You gripped the fabric of Mori’s shirt and clenched your jaw. Your moans were held in your throat.

“Let out your voice. Let me hear you.” Mori only watched as you were crumbling underneath him. He clicked the button again, “this is the second to highest speed.” He noted.

Your body was sinking and you fell to your knees. The moans that began leaving your lips were involuntary. The vibrations were so concentrated on your clit that the stimulation was intense. On the floor you laid back and opened your legs. The sound of the vibrations mixed with the wetness of your pussy drove Mori insane. You could see the outline of his cock throbbing under his pants. You wanted to come up and stimulate him --- level the playing field but each time you tried to get up Mori messed with the dial on the remote.

Sometimes he sped it up other times he slowed it down. He had yet to use the highest vibration but it didn’t matter. You were so close that you began to shake and twitch. Mori lowered down to your eye level.

“Does it feel good?” He asked. You were to busy moaning and gasping for air that you couldn’t answer. “Are you gonna cum? Just from this, hm?” You were shaking your head yes. You opened your legs wider and your eyes rolled back. You were so desperate for your release. Mori began to fidget with the remote causing the vibrations to move in unreliable patterns.

“Concentrate.” He told you. “Are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Are you gonna come for your master?” Again you can’t bring yourself to speak. Mori placed a slap across your cheek. “How many times do I have to tell you, slut? Use your words.”

With a soft moan you finally spoke, “yes master! Yes! I’m going to cum!” Your confession was rewarded with Mori finally placing the vibrator on the highest speed. The sensation was blinding and you arched your back into it. The sound of your pussy grew wetter and wetter. Mori enjoyed every bit of your body convulsing underneath his command.

You reached your peak. Pure ecstasy consumed you entirely. The orgasm you experienced had caused you to squirt. Your liquid had stained your new set and drenched your thighs. With a single hand Mori removed your panties he admired the sight of your swollen, wet pussy before removing the toy from inside of you. You squealed at the sudden emptiness.

Mori slapped your pussy. “My, my. I didn’t know it was possible for you to get this wet. You have such a lewd, perverted body.” He slapped your pussy again harder, hard enough for your wetness to slosh at the touch. You brought your knees up and moaned innocently at the vulgar act. With his hand still on your pussy Mori looked at you,

“can you handle more?”

You looked at him and that could’ve been an answer enough. You were exhausted but you still craved the sensation of his cock inside you. Without any hesitation you pleaded.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Mori said. He carried you onto the bed in order for your evening of pleasure to continue.

#bsd x reader #bsd smut #mori ogai x reader #mori ogai x y/n #bsd x y/n #bsd mori #tm.#nsfw.#bsd.#mo.

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the-lady-writes-what · 2 years

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In honor of Women’s History month, I give you Mari Mori. Mari is the daughter of Ogai Mori, an early 20th century Japanese novelist. (If you read or watch Bungou Stray Dogs, the name might sound familiar.) Mari lost her father at 19 years old, but became a writer in her own right. In 1957, she won Japan Essayist Club award for her collection of essays. Afterwards, Mari started working on a number of stories of male-male romances. She was heavily influenced by her father’s work in her “aesthetic novels.”

Her most recognized work, “A Lovers’ Forest,” is the story of Guido, an older rich and powerful man, and Paulo, a younger man (17 or 18 years old). Much of Mari’s other works carry a similar themes of romance between a younger man and an older more influential man. This helped cement Mari as the “yaoi pioneer” which influenced manga and anime which features the same or similar romances between two men.

(I will have a small note here: While I read and write same-sex relationships with men on occasion, there are some problematic aspects of the yaoi and/or BL (boys’ love) genre. Admittedly, there are fans (particularly young girls) who fetishize this kind of relationship and there are “romances” within the genre that are problematic. Cue: Octopimp’s Free! abridged series with Nagisa. I’m not saying stop reading or writing male-male relationships, far from it, just don’t make it weird.)

#women's history month #mari mori #essayist #novelist #author #yaoi pioneer

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oofashwritesfanfic · 3 years

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[+18]

[Yukichi Fukuzawa + Mori Ogai x fem!reader]

[Kink:Double penetration + threesome]

[Warning: fingering , cunnilingus , double penetration , intense orgasm , some gae if you squint]

[I do not own the characters or art , story is mine]

You didn't know why or how this situation but right now you were stuck between two of the biggest bosses in the city... Yukichi Fukuzawa and Mori Ogai , each rather dangerous in their own right. Ah right to be more specific you were physically stuck between the two of them , Fukuzawa had a hand on your hip and Mori had a hand holding your cheek , the dark haired male looking down at you with somewhat of a condescending expression.

"She should be with us , Fukuzawa." Mori would purr , his thumb tracing over your cheek bone , but you on the other hand shivered slightly from the contact , you could feel Fukuzawa tighten his grip on your hip , making you lean against him a little more. "Such a skill is more fitting for a villain." Mori added. "I hear you bickering and whining , but she belongs with the detective agency , that's what she started with , that's what she'll end with." Fukuzawa would say sternly. "Besides you would know absolutely nothing of how to treat her... isn't that right y/n?" Fukuzawa would whisper against your ear making your face heat up more and also make you whimper. "I... I don't think this is a good idea... Fukuzawa-san..." you whimpered quietly , making Mori laugh quietly. "This poor little doll knows exactly how she wants to be treated , isn't that right?" He asked , cupping your chin forcing you to look up into those violet hues , he wanted you... in the way that Fukuzawa also wanted you , it wasn't a matter of power and abilities it was for your body. When one wanted you the other wanted you too. It was rather... interesting. You didn't answer Mori though , but Fukuzawa didn't hesitate in pushing away Mori's hand and moving your face so the two of you could kiss , it was deep sensual as he slithered his tongue into your mouth making you moan quietly.

Mori didn't hesitate in unbuttoning your shirt , slow and methodical , he even removed his gloves so you could feel the cold of his digits against your skin making you moan quietly against Fukuzawa's mouth. "What a naughty body you have doll..." Mori teased , slipping off your shirt and even your bra. Seeing those pretty breasts was almost... beautiful. He loved the sight of it. He couldn't help but run his thumb along those pretty buds making you shiver , Fukuzawa taking this opportunity to run his tongue along yours , swirling your organs against one another as his hands found your hips against although this time they were slipping down those pants and panties , exposing your slick. It was so lewd watching it. Seeing you so wet from the two of them just touching you... ah fuck it had them hard but they didn't want to rush.

Fukuzawa's hand dipped between your legs , a long slender finger running along your soaked folds making you tug at his robes. Mori on the other hand was leaving bite marks against your skin plus he was making his way down , it had you whining against the silver haired male. "Ngh..~♡" he pulled back and chuckled. "Spoilt little thing..." he mumbled as he started kissing your neck now , allowing you to watch Mori now , Fukuzawa took this as an opportunity to lift you up , holding you against him as he kept your legs spread allowing Mori to start his assault on your cunt , his tongue running along those sweet folds as Fukuzawa ran his tongue along your neck making you shiver.

Of course you reached back to hold onto the male as Mori started working your cunt , shoving his tongue deep inside your cunt , running his tongue along your walls as his thumb reached up and started rubbing your clit , soft circles just enough to tease you a little before he pulled his tongue from your walls and started sucking on your clit. You couldn't help but moan and buck your hips slightly against his face , he wanted to make sure you came. He wanted you to cum , Fukuzawa definitely couldn't hold back either. He wanted you to cum at least once , he wanted you to become overstimulated so when the two of them could finally shove their cocks inside you , you probably wouldn't be able to hold back that orgasm. Even as Mori sucked off your clit he couldn't help but slide his fingers into your cunt , you were so wet that you could easily take two , it made you moan as you tugged at Fukuzawa's hair.

"Theres a good girl... you got it sweetheart... you'll cum lots for us won't you?" He asked against your ear and all you could really do was give an eager nod your legs trembling as you could feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm , with the way Mori moved his tongue and fingers it drove you wild , had your hips trembling and your hips bucking slightly. You felt your toes tingle and your back arch slightly as you moaned Mori's name in response before cumming , you basically saw white as you came , Mori didnt hesitate in slurping up your juices before he pulled back giving you some space as you came down from your high. "My , you do taste as delicious as you look doll." He teased you a little , Fukuzawa looked a little jealous... so Mori decided to tease him a little , sandwiching you between him and the silver haired male and landing a kiss to the other males lips , letting Fukuzawa taste you on his lips before Mori pulled back , staring at Fukuzawa who didn't looked pissed off , he looked like lust had taken him over completely. You on the other hand were pleasantly surprised , it was a nice touch... or you figured it was Mori taking advantage of the situation , regardless...

Fukuzawa shifted and sat down on the bed , you still in his lap , you could feel him up against your back , Mori just stood by for a moment watching Fukuzawa unzip his pants pulling out his cock which was nestled between your thighs , taking a sharp breath you couldn't help but admire it , the way it twitched between your thighs and the precum leaking from the tip , you never thought you'd see the day where Fukuzawa would be lusting after someone. Mori was even surprised , but he just had somewhat of a smug expression on his face , admiring the way Fukuzawa was enjoying the feeling of your body. His hands trailing along every inch of your skin that he could manage to touch before he shifted you , lifting your hips as he aligned himself with your hole... to be more specific it was your ass. You were surprised. "Wait Zawa... wait... not there... it's dirty." You whimpered and he chuckled quietly behind you. "Don't worry my dear..." he whispered and before you could really make any other protests , he started sliding it in , it was a rather tight fit but he was managing , you were whimpering and moaning , legs trembling as he filled up your rear , with the way you were seated it gave Mori a perfect view of that tight cunt , dripping and ready to take his cock.

He definitely didn't waste any time in unzipping his pants once he saw you getting use to Fukuzawa's cock inside of you , it took a moment for him however before he started moving , his cock rubbing against your walls , the feeling had you gripping onto the forearms of the male that was keeping your legs nice and spread , the way your cunt fluttered around nothing was rather sexy too , Mori couldn't hold back. You were sandwiched between the two males , both their cocks now buried deep inside your holes. They took a moment to start moving , letting you get use to them inside you , when the started moving your brain became a puddle. It felt so lewd. The way their hips slammed up into yours , stirring up your insides as Mori brought you in for a kiss , it was a deep sensual one , his tongue swirling around yours , muffling those needy moans as the two moved their hips.

Their movements were slowly becoming erratic too , a sign that they were getting closer to an orgasm , you , yourself were also getting closer , that feeling of their cocks keeping you nice and full was driving you wild. "You feel s'good..." Fukuzawa whispered against your ear , Mori had pulled back from the kiss , admiring the expression on your face , drool falling from the corner of your lips and your eyes were full of tears from the sensations of hips slamming into yours.

Then it hit you , that orgasm hitting you like a truck , you felt it in your toes and they definitely felt it from the sensation of your holes tightening up around their cocks , it urged them to move their hips faster and then it hit you and them... that wonderful orgasm that had your legs shaking and your eyes rolling back , though it had the two older gentlemen bottoming out inside you and filling you up. It was hot... everything felt hot and you couldn't think straight. "My she's quite quick to break." Mori teased. "She may be , but that's what makes her fun." Fukuzawa snickered. Usually his personality was portrayed and quiet and mysterious but seeing you like this brought out that nature he thought he got rid of on his youth.

"Another round?" Mori asked. "Let her catch her breath first."

#bsd smut #bsd fukuzawa #yuukichi fukuzawa x fem!reader #fem reader #smut #+18 #kinktober with ash #bungou stray dogs smut

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scaredpigeons · 4 months

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A debt, repaid.

If you’d like, please read the sequel, A debt, recurrent.

BSD Ogai Mori x fem!reader

NSFW 18+ MDNI

Authors note: I do not under any circumstances condone the actions of this character. But I’ve realized that being able to interact with things that have caused me trauma in a fictional and safe space makes me incredibly horny. He’s so icky. And I’m so uncomfortably horny for him.

Word count: 2k

Synopsis: after he saves your life, you decide to offer the boss of the port mafia something he can’t refuse.

CW: consensual seggs, reader wears Lolita style outfit—but thats as far as I take it with that. Calls Mori a pervert a bunch. Oral over the panties, heavy on the dirty talk, groping. Reader is described as smaller than Mori, use of nicknames (darling, little one, pet.) pussyjob, cumming on the v and panties, just general nasty shit. Please read responsibly.

The leader of the port mafia doesn’t often enter his bedroom to find surprises. He prefers things to be well within his control, and you were far beyond it, much to his simultaneous pleasure and displeasure.

“I—“ he starts, not expecting you to be sitting in his bed, not expecting you to be wearing… that.

“Before you even start,” you cut him off. “If you take this too far, say some nasty perverted shit like I know you want to, I’ll leave immediately, but not before kicking you in the balls for good measure, boss or not.”

He looks at you, dressed in a puffy pink dress— far too short with many frills and bows. His eyes wandered to your legs, tucked up under you and squeezed into stockings that ended at mid thigh, the lace white and delicate. Your hair was— oh your hair was in pigtails, with pretty pink bows and he knew exactly what you were trying to do.

“What is it you’re doing, exactly?” He asks anyway, teasing you.

You had the gall to look embarrassed, and he found himself thinking that you would look rather innocent and demure if it weren’t for that mouth of yours.

“You… I hate owing favors to people, and I still haven’t repaid you for saving my life.” You looked down at your hands, twiddling with a frill on your dress, and oh, how he wanted to ruin you.

“But what do you give the man who has everything when you have nothing?” You said, a bit smaller than before. You were shrinking. It seemed you thought he was displeased.

“Yes, what do you give the man who has everything?” He stepped closer to the bed, removing his coat before throwing it on the chair beside him. “You decided on offering up… yourself?”

You flinched, shrinking in on yourself once more and balling your hands into little fists.

“Listen, I know I’m a little old for your preferences, you fucking pervert, but this is all I could—“

He cuts you off with a hand to your chin, and he marvels at how your eyes glisten, wide with confusion as he smiles down at you.

“Assumptions, assumptions.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth at you, shaking his head. His thumb trails up against your bottom lip, loving the smear of the gloss you applied there.

“Such fire for such a tiny little thing. Even in the face of exorbitant danger, you’re still letting such filthy words spill from such a pretty little mouth.”

He tilted your head up, making the curve of your throat available to his gaze.

“Yes. This will do very nicely, how thoughtful of you to cater to my perversion.”

He’s mocking you, and from the sight of your face reddening, you’re very aware of that fact.

“Well? What did you have planned, pet?” He asks, tilting his head with a devilish smile.

You mumbled, unable to meet his gaze. Oh, how he loved how shy you were getting now that your actions were finally catching up to you.

“Hmm? Speak up, little one.”

“I was going to offer to… suck you off. I guess.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut.

“How impersonal, darling. And here I thought you wanted to repay me?”

You gawked, trying to rip your head from his grasp.

“Listen, asshole. I think that’s more than enough to—“ you yelped as he tackled you to the bed, pulling you on top of him and making you straddle his chest in what felt like one smooth motion.

You squeaked, flushing even darker as he ran his hands up your thighs, pushing up the dress and smoothing his hands around your waist as he squeezed, smiling up at you.

“M-mori, I—“

“Do humor a perverted old man, won't you?” He leans forwards, making you squirm as he brings his face to the apex of your thighs, taking a deep inhale against the lace covering your core. “Ah, how I love the look of lace on your skin, little one.”

He licks along the fabric, making you bite down on your lip to silence yourself as he fondled you. You’d come into this expecting to get him off and leave, owing him nothing.

But this?

“B-boss.”

He looks up at you, eyes twinkling in the moonlight streaming through the curtains. You thought he looked more youthful in this moment, something was brighter in his eyes. It scared and aroused you at the same time.

But then his smirk was back, and the lines around his eyes grew more prominent, and you were once again reminded that this man was likely old enough to have fathered you.

“Say my name again, pet. Not my title. I thought we decided to take a more personal approach?””

“M-mori.” You whimpered as he ran his nose along the fabric covering your clit. This fucker was hitting every sensitive spot without giving them the attention they were crying out for, and you were afraid that you were going to soak through your panties and embarrass yourself.

He licks the fabric then, making you keen and writhe in his grasp. He lets you suffer with the muted stimulation and pushes deeper, tonging along your covered core with vigor.

You squirm, grabbing at his wrists in an attempt to steady yourself, but he just flips you over, now hovering above you.

He wraps his hands gently around your throat, not squeezing, but it's a jarring reminder of just who this man is, what he’s capable of.

“Shall I continue, little one?” He smirks, so cocky, so egotistical you want to kick him.

But god, if you aren’t wet.

You nod, unable to meet his eyes.

He squeezes his hands slightly, leaning more of his weight into them.

“Say it.” He demands, still smiling.

You feel like you want to deny him, want to kick and scream and tell him to fuck off, but you can’t. Strangely, you’re enjoying this, enjoying being under him, enjoying the look in his eyes.

He saved your life, you owed him, but this suddenly felt like much more than the repaying of a life debt.

“Please,” you whispered as you met his eyes. “Keep… keep going.”

“And spoken so politely, too.” Mori said, taking his hands away from your throat. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were enjoying yourself.”

You grumbled, folding your arms across your chest.

“Keep pouting like that and I’ll find better use for those lips.” He said, sounding stern enough to have a tinge of fear course down your spine.

He pulled your arms away, leaning down over you to pull on the bodice of your dress, mouthing at your neck.

“So obedient,” he said, moving to your collarbones, tugging the dress down further to expose the swell of your breasts. “So charming. You make such a good pet. So entertaining for me.”

You squirmed as your breasts popped free from the offending fabric, and his hot mouth came to claim them.

He continued to tease you as he suckled on your taut nipples, making you moan and writhe in his hands.

“You know, I’m glad I was the one who found you, who killed those men who were holding you captive.” He said between nibbles and sucks. “I got to see the satisfaction in your eyes as my scalpel cut into their throats.”

“Boss, please—“

He moved lower, kissing over the fabric of your pretty little dress. Over your stomach, down to your thighs, kissing the skin that was popping out from those tight, tight stockings.

“And I hate to think how wasted your kindness would be if it were one of my subordinates who saved you,” he smirked, licking the hemline of your lace panties as he stared up at you, holding your gaze. “Would you have repaid them the same way? If it were Chuuya? What about Akutagawa? What about the lower ranking scraps of the mafia? Would you be so kind to them, too?”

“No!” You shook your head, finally, finally starting to fall into the headspace he had been pushing you towards. He could see the tears forming in your eyes and he so desperately wanted to lick them up. “No, no. It’s just…”

“Just… just what?” He hovered over your core, eyeing you darkly, watching you slip and fall.

“Just… just you, just for you, sir.”

He smiled, exhaling deeply against you. “Just for me.”

He pulled back suddenly, making you whine as he unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it off the bed.

“What is it, darling? What do you need from me?” He teased, wanting to see how far you’d go.

Much to his pleasure, you lifted your dress further, your thighs squirming and rubbing together so lusciously that he caught himself licking his lips like an animal.

“Please… sir. Please touch me.” You sounded so small, so broken with desire and it stoked the fire burning inside him.

He unbuckled his belt, watching your eyes follow the movement as he pulled himself free, stroking along his length as he watched you.

“I’ll give you what you want, darling. Don’t worry.”

You squeaked as he brought a hand down to lift your panties, shifting forward to run his cock along your folds as he let the fabric fall back down to cover the both of you, though with his size, it only really covered part of him.

He threw his head back a bit as he thrusted himself along you, feeling your wetness coat the bottom of him, while the lace of your panties rubbed against the rest.

You moaned so unabashedly as he pushed the hot head of his cock through your folds, running delicious pressure against your clit.

“There you go,” he breathed. “Such a good girl for me. So soft.”

You squirmed, but he could tell you were doing your best to stay as still as possible. He hoisted your legs up, still fucking along the outside of you without reservation, thoroughly enjoying himself despite not being inside you yet.

“M-Mori- its,” you choked, eyes blowing wide. “I’m gonna—“

“So pent up that you’re already there, pet?” He smirked, watching your eyes roll back as he kept the pressure, kept running his thick cock against you.

And you came, oh did you ever cum. He watched as your body twitched and writhed, and he had to hold your legs tighter to keep you from slipping away.

You moaned without shame now, crying out to him in your pleasure as he just kept going.

“Good girl, so good. Keep taking it.” He could feel himself getting closer, the dual sensations of your slick folds and the lace panties were just too much, the visuals of you beneath him like this were too much.

“Look at you,” he said rather breathlessly. Your hair was mussed, dress bunched below your tits and above your stomach, the white lace doing nothing against the wetness the both of you had created. You looked good enough to devour.

“I’m going to cum all over this little pussy, all over these pretty little panties, and you’re going to sit in them while I decide what else I’m going to do with you.”

You whined as his thrusts stuttered.

“Oh yes. I'm far from done with you,” he breathed, leaning closer as he neared the edge. “So fucking good, so good for me.”

You keened, another smaller, duller orgasm overtaking your shaking frame. That was what threw him over the edge, and he pulled back, lifting up the lace to stroke himself all over your wet folds, painting them in white.

You twitched as he finished, body jolting in the aftershocks as he placed the panties back down over you, smearing his mess along the lace.

“Wait here a moment, darling.” He said, pulling his belt free and tucking himself back into his pants. “I’ll go get us some water.”

“You’re… not gonna get a cloth?” You mumbled, still in a daze.

“Whatever for?” He said, standing from the bed.

“To, you know, clean me up?”

He smiled brightly, tilting his head and closing his eyes in what was surely a mocking gesture.

“Certainly not. I told you, you’re going to sit there while I decide what comes next.”

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The sequel piece, A debt, recurrent is now available. Dark content warning. Enjoy!

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dinosaurtsukki · 3 years

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masterlist | port mafia

⇠ return to masterlist: main directory

this is a masterlist of works i’ve written for the different port mafia members

❀✿＊* all/most characters:

bungou stray dogs + skincare routine | hc’s, crack

❀✿＊* chuuya nakahara:

⇢ the scent of smoke (chuuya x f!reader) | angst, drabble fic, xreader, cw: torture, mentions of death

⇢ bungou stray dogs x university au pt. 2 | uni au, crack, hc’s

⇢ birthdays and matching glasses (chuuya x f!reader) | fluff, drabble fic, xreader

⇢ random bungou stray dogs hc’s that exist in my head | crack, hc’s

⇢ day 4 – facets | angstcember fic, xreader

⇢ -lipstick on your cigarette (chuuya x f!reader) | fluff, drabble fic, xreader

⇢ dating the port mafia’s medic (feat. akutagawa, chuuya, and odasaku) | fluff, hc’s, xreader

⇢ it takes two to tango (chuuya x f!reader) | fluff, fanfic, xreader

⇢ lifting you up out of excitement | fluff, drabble, xreader, flowershop fluff event

⇢ malt whiskey on ice (chuuya x f!reader) | fluff, fanfic, xreader

⇢ bsd as their zodiac signs (port mafia) | character analysis, hc’s

⇢ texts with jealous!bf feat. fyodor, dazai, and chuuya | fluff, smau, xreader

❀✿＊* akutagawa ryuunosuke:

⇢ bungou stray dogs x university au pt. 2 | uni au, crack, hc’s

⇢ random bungou stray dogs hc’s that exist in my head | crack, hc’s

⇢ day 2 – betrayal | angstcember fic, xreader

⇢ dating the port mafia’s medic (feat. akutagawa, chuuya, and odasaku) | fluff, hc’s, xreader

⇢ bsd as their zodiac signs (port mafia) | character analysis, hc’s

❀✿＊* oda sakunosuke:

⇢ bungou stray dogs x university au pt. 2 | uni au, crack, hc’s

⇢ dating the port mafia’s medic (feat. akutagawa, chuuya, and odasaku) | fluff, hc’s, xreader

⇢ bsd as... your neigborhood friend that you fell in love with (or who fell in love with you) | feat. ango, oda, fyodor, and yosano, fluff, scenarios, xreader

⇢ tecchou, sigma, and oda + dating an affectionate s/o | fluff, hc’s, xreader

❀✿＊* koyo ozaki:

⇢ random bungou stray dogs hc’s that exist in my head | crack, hc’s

⇢ bsd as their zodiac signs (port mafia) | character analysis, hc’s

❀✿＊* mori ogai:

⇢ random bungou stray dogs hc’s that exist in my head | crack, hc’s

⇢ fukuzawa, mori, and fyodor seeing their independent f!s/o cry for the first time | slight angst, hc’s, xreader

⇢ texts with jealous!bf fukuzawa and mori | slight fluff, text au, xreader

❀✿＊* higuchi ichiyo:

⇢ day 18 – never | angstcember fic, xreader

#masterlist #port mafia masterlist #masterlist: port mafia #bsd writing

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hanemiso · 4 years

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RULES .

general ... rules .

i try to keep the rules for my blogs simple; be respectful and don’t spread discourse. i want to have fun here with you all, and i really don’t think there will be any problems, but these rules are just to keep this blog a safe space for all.

i. byf rules apply; do not follow if you’re racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, etc.

ii. please keep nsfw things off my blog! this is a sfw blog, and i already have a blog nsfw things. if you’re 18 and older, and have your age in your bio, you may ask for my nsfw blog’s url.

iii. please be respectful in my inbox!! i’m okay with most things, as long as you are not hateful and rude in your comments.

iv. do not repost my works on here or any other platforms! this is all my work. plagiarism is not cash money.

request ... rules .

before requesting, please check here to see if requests are open. or, feel free to send me an ask about it. please keep in mind that i will only be doing requests that interest me. writing for a prompt i am not interested in is quite difficult, and i am here to have fun. if i do not write your request, i apologize.

request status … open for suggestions .

the four fandoms i write for at the moment;

# — bungou stray dogs

# — tokyo revengers

# — vanitas no carte

# — genshin impact

the requests i take;

one shots … scenarios … headcanons … fake texts .

i. for scenarios, headcanons, fake texts, please keep it to a minimum of three characters.

ii. all of my writing is x reader and gender neutral, unless specified otherwise.

the characters i do not take requests for;

mori ogai ... fukuchi ochi ... h.p lovecraft ... miyazawa kenji ... kisaki tetta ... shiba taiju ... terano south … mahito … zenin naoya .

the themes i will not write;

yandere ... incest ... pedophilia .

#[🧭] bun’s navigation!#please read carefully before interacting/requesting

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multi-mused-menagerie · 4 years

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*◞❀.❁⤻ Dazai Osamu - Backstory and Headcanons (Part 1/2)

Hey there ! Before I start this post, I want to get a few things out of the way ! First off, while I do headcanon/portray my Dazai as being a victim of abuse, that does not mean I will use that to try and justify or excuse his actions against other characters. Do I attempt to portray my Dazai as a sympathetic character ? In some ways, yes. However, I do want people to know that my Dazai has done some things that should not and will not be forgiven (the way he trained Akutagawa, manipulating people over and over again without showing any signs of sympathy, and whatever else comes to mind).

Second of all, if you are sensitive to anything related to suicide, emotional, psychological, and physical abuse, use of improper pronouns, drug and alcohol addictions, and murder, I’d highly advise reading this while in the right mindset or not reading it at all so that you stay safe and happy. If something triggers you in this post, just shoot me a dm and I’ll add it to the trigger list and tags !

And lastly, if I mention a character in here that you have as a muse, please don’t feel obligated to restrict yourself to my headcanons and backstory here if we interact ! I’m always open to working something else out ! Alright, enough of me talking. Here’s the beginning of Dazai’s backstory.

BACKSTORY:

Age 14: On the night of Dazai Osamu’s 14th birthday, his parents, former Port Mafia members who defected once their son was born, catch wind that the Port Mafia has found them and is sending over a squad to kill the family. Terrified of what would happen if they were all captured, Dazai’s parents plan to have both of them and Dazai attempt to commit suicide together in an attempt to not be taken in. Although his parents succeed, Dazai is unsuccessful and is eventually found by Ogai Mori on the brink of death. Seeing the child clinging onto life and not wanting to die, Mori takes him in as his patient and helps him, only asking that Dazai help him in return. Dazai reluctantly agrees. That very same night, Mori takes Dazai with him and has the child act as a witness to the death of the former Port Mafia boss, successfully trapping Dazai in the Port Mafia and stating that this was the payment for saving Dazai’s life. This and future events eventually cause Dazai to develop the same mindset his parents had the night they took their own lives: either be free from the Port Mafia or die trying.

Age 15: Dazai continues to act as Mori’s ward and protege, learning the ins and outs of the mafia while not actually being a part of the Port Mafia himself. During this time, Mori begins administering certain drugs into Dazai to make the child build an immunity to them. While Dazai is under the influence, Mori treats Dazai as a doll, dressing the boy up and posing him. On some occasions, he even allows Elise to play with Dazai as if he were a life-sized doll, reminding her “ to be gentle with it ”. It is these events that eventually lead to the start of Dazai’s drug addiction, specifically synthetic analgesic drugs like oxycodone and morphine. Once Dazai turns 15, he’s officially accepted into the Port Mafia and is tasked with finding the King of the Sheep. The events of the Blue Era/Fifteen occur. After failing to have Chuuya be his potential friend dog due to the other boy placing himself under Kouyou, Dazai meets Odasaku, eventually growing fond of the older man and even considering him a friend.

Age 16: Life continues onward with both Dazai and Chuuya climbing up the ranks rather quickly for their age. Although they occasionally see each other and do missions together, their interactions usually end in sharp jabs, rude remarks, and the odd injury here and there. The events of the Dragon’s Head Conflict then occur. Around this time, Dazai and Oda eventually meet Ango, starting the beginning of a friendship between the three of them. On day 70 of the conflict, Chuuya goes to find Dazai so that they can go to a meeting between the higher-ups. Instead of following Chuuya and going to the meeting, Dazai instead informs Chuuya of a more pressing matter at hand: the death of an Executive known only as the ‘Colonel’ and how due to that, there is now a vacant seat in the Five Executives. After Chuuya storms away from the conversation, informing Dazai that he doesn’t care about the position and only wants to stop this war, Dazai begins formulating a plan to both end the war and secure his position as the new Executive, knowing that if he doesn’t act now, a majority of the Port Mafia would support Chuuya as the better candidate for the Executive position due to his actions, something Mori himself couldn’t ignore. Dazai then confronts Shibusawa himself, intending to kill him, but is instead caught off guard and captured, forcing him to wait to be declared missing so that his backup plan (Chuuya finding the microscope, rescuing him, and putting an end to the conflict) can commence. His backup plan then goes into action and in the aftermath, Double Black is born.

Age 17: After the Dragon Head Conflict, Dazai is finally given an Executive position and recruits the Akutagawa siblings into the Port Mafia. He is also put in joint training sessions with Chuuya by Mori, the older man planing to mold the two teens into an unbeatable weapon. While these training sessions did focus on the basics (martial arts, basic self-defense, weapons training, etc.), the majority of the time was spent using the skills they learned on each other at Mori’s request, him justifying his actions by stating that it would make them stronger and that the pain they shared together would make them better partners. Notable training sessions include Dazai torturing Chuuya for three days straight, Chuuya beating up Dazai to the point of him vomiting and falling unconscious, and Dazai waiting for a certain amount of time before using his ability on Chuuya while he was using Corruption. While the two of them have never really spoken about what went on behind closed doors, there is a certain understanding between them that those events will never be spoken about, the fear of being seen as weak or being pitied shared between them. Once Mori’s training sessions are over and done with, the man claiming that their partnership was practically perfect, Dazai and Chuuya continue to train with each other, pushing the limits of their abilities, namely Chuuya’s and how it reacted to Dazai’s. An important thing to note here is that around this time, Dazai truly begins to both fear and hate Mori with his entire being, having plans in the back of his mind the involved Mori’s death and Dazai taking his place as head of the Port Mafia. These feelings also cause Dazai to begin building up a reputation as the most deadly member of the Port Mafia so that no one would question him if he did take over, leading him to give Akutagawa Spartan-like training with his ability, becoming a specialist in torture, and drenching himself in bloodshed. This marks the beginning of Dazai becoming what one could call less than human.

Age 18: While becoming the demon prodigy, Dazai still continues to hang out and drink with Oda and Ango, considering the few interactions he has with the two of them the one bright spot in his life. Around this time, the dangers of Q’s ability are discovered and not wanting to cause another event with such a heavy death toll again, Dazai orders Q to be locked up until they have control over their ability. The events of the Dark Era then occur. One major thing to note here is that many of the actions Dazai does and the words Dazai says are lies or only partial truths. For example, while he did know that Ango was a triple spy, he is still upset at Ango’s actions and wishes things could have been different. He also doesn’t blame Ango for Oda’s death, at least, not anymore. Eventually, the knowledge that the death of Oda and the subtle manipulation of Ango from the sidelines were caused by Mori himself despite all of Dazai’s carefully laid traps and Oda’s last words push Dazai into leaving the Port Mafia for good. One day, Dazai is the Demon Prodigy of the Port Mafia. The next, he’s gone. From there, Dazai tracks down Santouka and requests his help in finding a job where he can help people. After being instructed to lie low for two years while his past is cleansed, Dazai then goes into hiding, waiting for the two years to pass by with nothing but alcohol and drugs to accompany him.

HEADCANONS:

The best way to describe the way Dazai acts is “ a human being acting like someone who is not human acting like a human being ”. It’s this phrase that best describes a lot of my Dazai’s actions. While he can show compassion and care towards his colleagues and close friends, he can also be brutal and downright sadistic in the same breath. While many would assume this to be evidence that Dazai is simply pretending to be human, the reality is that it has taken a lot of work for Dazai to get his act perfect. However, that doesn’t mean that he’s a good person; he may be attempting to become better now, but he still falls off the wagon and should be held accountable.

As far as my Dazai is concerned, the Doll Sessions he had with Mori are not abuse. While he does believe the training sessions he had with Chuuya were abuse, he can’t bring himself to acknowledge that the act of Mori forcing drugs into his system, dressing him up, and treating him as an object is also abuse. In fact, he never intends to bring it up. The only reason it was brought up was due to Yosano questioning him about his drug addiction and him explaining how he became dependent. So far, the only people who know about the Doll Sessions are Ranpo, Yosano, and Fukuzawa. In regards to his drug addiction, those three plus Kunikida are the only ones aware of it.

If Natsume Soseki had not stepped in during the Cannibalism Arc, Dazi would have killed Mori and taken over the Port Mafia to preserve both organizations. It’s something he’s not afraid to admit and he’s even mentioned how he will kill Mori if he needs to.

Dazai still considers Ango and Chuuya as friends. Although he doesn’t believe he can act like their friend and as a result does terrible things to them (leaving Chuuya in a forest alone after letting him use Corruption for too long and tampering with Ango’s airbag), he still considers them important and would be upset if either of them died.

Dazai isn’t sure if he should apologize to Akutagawa. As much as he knows how an apology is in order, he also knows that a lot of Akutagawa’s drive comes from wanting his approval and to be seen as strong. As silly as it sounds, Dazai is nervous of Akutagawa not remaining as deadly and powerful as he is now if he ever learned that Dazai already considers him strong enough and is sorry for how he acted. He’s also terrified that Akutagawa would do the worst thing and forgive Dazai for how he treated him. In an attempt to avoid that situation, Dazai continues to try and pair Akutagawa and Atsushi together, hoping that Atsushi will show Akutagawa that he doesn’t need Dazai’s approval so that he can one day apologize.

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