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ashthemadwriter-archived · 10 months

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Baby Boy Darling!

—Your boyfriend turning into a little baby? What are you going to do with him?

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai, Ranpo, Jouno X Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Drabble

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.8K

A/n: Mildly rushed but acceptable ig!

↳Osamu Dazai

"You know... I don't think this is a good choice for a bedtime story"

The little infant in your arms looked at you curiously. He wasn't old enough to make any sounds other than crying, but the martyred expression he was wearing and his firm grip on your thumb displayed his intention with no complicacy. Nevertheless, that didn't stop you from putting the suicide manual on the nightstand.

"Now now, don't look at me like that. I'm a good babysitter, and a good babysitter doesn't teach babies ways to kill themselves"

You gently caressed his puffy cheeks. "I'm also a generous babysitter, which is why I don't slap your hand away when you grab my boobs"

His gaze fell on his small chubby hand that was trying to get a hold of your breast. It was a good thing you had a T-shirt on, or with the way he was trying to cup them they would've been bleeding by now.

"I'm sorry honey, I don't think you can hold them anymore. Your hands are just too tiny!"

He whined and pouted in response.

"I know! I'm sad too. C'mon, smile a little for me will you? Smile for your mommy"

If he was still an adult, he would have rolled his eyes and smiled, but he wasn't. He was just a cranky baby who was probably planning your murder in his cute little head.

"Get it? Mommy? I'm your mommy! God you didn't have a sense of humor when you were a child did you? I miss my kind, loving boyfriend"

He looked at you unfazedly.

"Alright, how about I sing you a song? Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you aaaaaaaa— ah!?"

Dazed, you looked down at your baby boyfriend with widened eyes, only to find him staring back at you while his mouth was on your right breast. He was trying to suck on it, but that wasn't easy when it was covered with two layers of clothes, your bra and your T-shirt. Your eyebrows jumped in surprise.

"Wow, you still like the right one better?"

↳Fyodor Dostoyevsky

"So this is the power imbalance they were talking about huh?"

The violet eyed infant stares at you blankly, having a "it won't be this way for long" look in his eyes. You're holding him in front of you while sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing the cheekiest grin you could ever wear.

"No wonder you were so crazy about it. Having somebody wrapped around your finger... feels awesome!"

Still the same bored look.

"giving me the cold shoulder now? I'm just using simple logic to prove my point-which is also what you used to do. I'm saying that from this moment, you're totally and completely dependant on me"

Fyodor tilts his head to the side and gives you a weird look, tempting you to imitate his gesture. A strong feeling is causing you to brag about the current situation and tease him, and you're willingly giving into it.

"Alright. Since I'm the one in charge now, I'm setting a few ground rules. No more acting all workaholicly and staying up until late. No more skipping meals, mister. Im gonna feed you with my special milk, hehehe~ Also, I've got some confessions to make"

It's probably a bad decision to bring these up right now, but you're too captured in the heat of the moment to realize that.

"Ok. I've been trying to tell you this for quite a while. The truth is... I'm pregnant"

The unfazed look is still on.

"Yeah, that was a lie. The real truth is... I was the one who ate all your snacks"

Still no change in his expression.

"...But I assume you already know that. Ugh, keeping secrets from you is such a pain... could you not figure me out for just once?"

Fyodor doesn't seem very eager to respond. He's already very annoyed with how things have turned out and is not really in the mood to joke around. You come to that conclusion when he touches your forearm with his chubby little hand.

"You're gonna activate your ability and kill me, aren't you?"

↳Nikolai Gogol

"Quiz time!!"

Your baby boyfriend whines in annoyance.

"Who's gonna get paid one in his own coin and suffer like I did every time he teased me?"

You flash him a cocky smirk, matched with the way you're looking at him from above as he's lying on the bed. You're standing next to the bed, happier than you could ever be, planning all the steps of your revenge as you trash talk to him.

"That's right. It's no one but youuuuu! Hahahahaha!!"

Nikolai wants to prove to you that he's still strong and nobody can defeat him, but he realizes there's noway he can imply that other by a sulky attitude, which he reluctantly suffices to.

You hold his favorite snack in front of him and shake it, smiling wildly. "Come on darling! Have some! Eh? What are you waiting for? Awwwww! You can't? Then I'll help myself!"

You shoved the entire thing in your mouth and laughed hysterically.

"Nom nom* tastes nom* heavenly! No wonder you never let me have a bite!"

Nikolai is starting to feel a little guilty now. He didn't know that his teasings have made you a spiteful whore.

"You hate babies so much, and now you are one! That's the scariest punishment itself! Can you feel the power of karma? It's a bitch, ain't it? Well, now that you can't talk anymore, I have something to say to you!"

You bend over until there's a small gap between you, pointing at his tiny figure. The bullying attitude is all gone and instead, there's soft glare lying in your eyes.

"I want one of these. Give me one when you get back, Kolya"

You're wrong. This is the scariest punishment.

↳Saigiku Jouno

"Thank you for the meal!"

Jouno is upset. There are many unfortunate things happening for him at the moment. He doesn't like to be a baby. He doesn't want to be unable to do anything other than crying, pooping, eating and sleeping. More importantly, he doesn't want to feel your teeth on his cheeks.

"Mhm, so soft and squishy!" You smile sweetly and look at his puffy cheeks, stained with your bite marks in crimson. "I could just eat you up now, 'giku. You tatse so sweet!"

Anyone who hears this would be happy and blush slightly, but Jouno wasn't one of them, as he tilts his head and looks away, having the most adorable pout on his lips.

Grumpy as always.

"C'mon now, it's not that bad! Look on the bright side! Everyone will have to do everything for you since you can't do it yourself"

Jouno tilts his head back, his eyebrows jumped in surprise.

"Right, that wasn't a really good example of the bright side"

Sighing, you lay next to him on the matress, hands traveling through his white locks. His muscles relax a little bit as he gives into your warmth, nuzzling his head in your chest. You hum with a soft beam, inhaling his baby scent.

"You smell very nicely too, 'giku. Don't be too depressed about this. It's not the end of the world. We'll find a way to turn you back eventually. Plus..."

You lightly pat his back, pressing a lingering kiss on his forehead. "I can have you all to myself, since you can't go on any missions and leave me here all alone anymore"

Yeah, Jouno thinks, maybe it's not that awful after all.

↳Ranpo Adogawa

"Ouch! Why you- let go of my hair you aggressive baby!"

Ranpo cries a whine out and pulls your hair harder, leading you to scream back even louder.

"Stop it! What is wrong with you? I dont care how upset you are, I'm not gonna give you any sweets- ow ow ow!! Ranpo- I said let go of my fucking hair you dumbass!"

Your angry shout startles the dark haired baby. It's not just that he's little, you'd never talked like this to him before. Slowly loosening his grip on your hair, he starts sobbing quietly, covering his face with his chubby hands. This breaks your heart.

"Nooo... I'm sorry sweetie! Mommy- Aunty- god I dont even know what I am to you anymore! Whatever- I'm sorry ok? But you can't eat sweets baby boy, you're smart enough to know that, right?"

Smart enough to know that?? Huh!

Ranpo sees right through your little plan. He knows all these little tricks inside out- hell he was the one who taught you all of them; but what pisses him off is how it's working on him even though he knows your true intention.

The smirk you've been holding back shamelessly appears on your face when he wears a serious expression, nodding like someone who's given an important task and is determined to do it carefully and correctly, then points at your boobs.

Your smile instantly fades away.

"Shit. I'm not doing that"

↳Chuuya Nakahara

"Your struggle is hilarious to me"

Baby Chuuya watched you with a threatening glare. He was clearly unhappy about this situation, and you enjoying his frustration was not going to help him at all.

"I know you really need it right now, but honestly, I don't think your little tummy can digest that"

Merely ignoring you, he tried to open the bottle of wine he was struggling to hold with his chubby feet; but every time he pulled, the bottle would slip out of his not so tight grasp. He couldn't use his ability on it, since the bottle would sink into his little body. He couldn't even roll over on the bed, and his so called nanny was laughing instead of helping him.

Forget about all the things he'd been through. This was the true misery.

"Alright. Give me the bottle"

He didn't seem to agree, because he immediately hugged the bottle with all the strength he had, like it was his dearest thing. Your serious expression showed that you weren't going to give up either.

"You give me that bottle mister or you won't get extra milk tonight"

Reluctantly, he opened his arms and you snatched the bottle, putting it somewhere high. When you turned around, you saw him sulking.

"Don't be like that baby, you know you can't drink that right now. I thought you were a reasonable person hmm?"

The cute pout resting on his lips made you giggle and bend down to kiss his cheek. He was still pretty upset, so he looked away from you. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about the little blush on his face.

You carefully held him up and looked at his tiny figure. His long hair was gone and instead, there were short ginger locks on his head. His bluebell eyes however, hadn't changed one bit, still as gorgeous as ever.

You smiled at him. "You want me to throw you up?"

He looked oblivious. He probably knew what you were talking about, but hadn't figured out whether you were serious or not.

Shaking your head to the side, you tightened your grip on his waist before throwing him up in the air, and catching him before he fell on the ground. He got so excited that he started laughing, letting out adorable baby noises.

"Aww, you like that huh? want me to do it again?"

He blinked.

"Ok! Three, two, one! Whoa!"

Chuuya had jumped higher than this before, but not once did he feel the thrill he was experiencing now. He was having the time of his life, flying in the air with no effort. Every time you threw him up, his mouth got opened wider, wider, and wider,

until vomit came out of it, landing on your chest.

There weren't any throwing and catching after that, since you were too busy looking at the vomit, shocked. But it wasn't him vomiting that caught you off guard, it was the vomit. It wasn't milk, it was wine.

"Ok, we need to talk about your drinking problem when you turn back to an adult"

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awoogayanderes · 1 year

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DO THEY SACRIFICE YOU FOR THE WORLD OR THE WORLD FOR YOU

➪ request : “Hi! I’m curious about what bsd characters would sacrifice their s/o for the world or would they sacrifice the world for their s/o. What do you think? You can choose the characters :)” - anonymous

➪ characters : osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, fyodor dostoevsky, saigiku jouno

➪ other notes : this prompt is actually so interesting, feel free to request more characters, this is also very short because it was tricky trying to figure these characters out

Osamu Dazai :

- would sacrifice the world for you

- to him, a world without you would be a world without any hope

- someone important to him already left him, and he’d rather go through all the layers of dante’s inferno and back than lose you

- he’s a very selfish man, and even if he’d live with the guilt of destruction, at least you’re here to keep him sane

Chuuya Nakahara :

- would sacrifice the world for you

- you’re the most humane person he knows, how could he crush that

- you make him feel things he thought he never could, you are his world, and if he lost you, everything he’s worked for would come crumbling down

- if it came down to you and the world, he’d choose you without hesitation, no second thoughts or regrets

Fyodor Dostoevsky :

- would sacrifice you for the world

- not for the sake of a good world, but for the sake of his ideal world

- you’re not exactly replaceable to him, but you’re also a pawn to his own disposal if it comes down to it

- sacrifices are needed for his plan, even if he’s required to get rid of someone he somehow cared about, so why does he feel like this…

Saigiku Jouno :

- would sacrifice you for the world

- unlike fyodor, he’d sacrifice you for the better of the world

- you’re an extra extension to his life he convinces himself, not something necessary in order for him to keep living

- as a hunting dog, he swore to protect those who are innocent, he reasons out that your loss is the world’s benefit, oddly enough he feels empty, something he’s never felt before

#written by terra #sincerely terra #engraved with hope #engraved with bitterness #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd manga #bsd x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor x reader #saigiku jouno x reader #jouno x reader

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 3 months

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He can't hurt anyone

Self-Aware! BSD x SAGAU Imposter crossover

Self-Aware! Saigiku Jouno x GN! Reader

Description: In Creator's Cathedral of the Mondstadt found a helpless blind man was found. There is no way said man can hurt anyone.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Mentions of torture. Non-descriptive violence. Mentions of killing. Mentioning of fanatism. Jounou is a protective yandere(ish)

Sequel to For your safety

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From diary of Guy, New Cathedral Captain of the Holy Knights of Mondstadt

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Creator's Cathedral of Mondstadt is a holy place. Everyone can find help and sanctuary here. If you're a pure at heart, believe in Blessed Creator and haven't sinned, you can come here and ask for help.

Beggars and homeless, sick and healthy, can find help here.

Tomorrow I will become a Captain of Cathedral's guards. I can't find wait!

It will be much more interesting, then guarding the northern side gate.

I wish father would see me. If only he wasn't cursed by Impostor's lies.

~~~~~~

I love my new title. Other guards respect me. I have become someone.

The Cathedral is beautiful.

I even noticed an afterglow inside the Cathedral through the day.

There are many beggars in the Cathedral. Some of them live on Cathedral grounds.

They are quiet. They either pray for All-Creator or share stories about Dreaded Imposter.

This thing is still talked about. Some stories are quite amusing to hear about.

Tomorrow, Their Holiness will visit the Cathedral.

There will be more beggars.

And I will make sure, that no one will hurt Creator.

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III

Creator are magnificent. Truly magnificent. Perfect in every way. Without any flaws inside or outside.

The visit went fine. The new beggar was allowed to live in the Cathedral.

A young man. The man has white hair with red tips, he was dressed in rugs. He wore an earring with a small bell attached to it. And he is blind. Milky-white eyes, with a hint of reddish iris, lacked the pupil. Man was starring in the nothingness. He didn't pay attention to anything around him.

Their Holiness stepped closer to the blind man. Creator spoke. Their voice sounded magnificent. As it should be.

"My poor dear creation, you must be starving. Come with me. I will order giving you a warm bath, a warm meal and a new home."

The blind man raised his head. And reached his hand towards Creator.

And Their Holiness ordered to take a blind man with them.

I am not even worry about this one. A blind person can't hurt anyone.

The lucky bastard was hugged by an All Creator. Their Holiness are so kind!

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When you disappeared two months ago, Jouno felt lost. No matter, how hard he looked for you, he couldn't find you. You have disappeared without a trace.

For a whole month he and others were searching. Skipping lunches, without sleeping. They were looking for you.

Jouno remembered, how kids were crying in their pillows all night.

One month of search, tears and darkness passed.

And you finally returned home.

Tortured. Starving. Scared.

Almost shattered.

*******

Mouth has passed after your return.

There were no scars on your body, thanks to Doctor Yosano.

You weren't hungry anymore.

But you still were shattered.

Always quiet. Scared of looking anyone in the eyes.

You had nightmares every night. Jouno heard your screaming or crying. Begging to be let go. Begging to be left alone.

And every night all of them would go to your room. To held you close. To calm you down. To assure you, that they weren't sleeping, and you didn't wake them up.

But, no matter, how many nightmares you have had, you never spoke about where you were and what happened to you.

Jouno felt, that you wanted to open up to them. But you couldn't. You were afraid. Terrified.

*******

And then, Capitano came here, to look for you.

*******

Saigiku Jouno was thinking. He was playing with his earring, and a small bell was jingling.

There were a man in the basement. Capitano. But, Jouno agreed with Tetchou, and called it a different name.

An abomination, that dared to hurt and scared you.

Hunting Dogs and Doctor Yosano just finished interrogating it. And Jouno didn't like what they have learned.

They broke the news to others.

Lovecraft left for a few minutes. He wanted to check the barn. Maybe, there was something else here. Something, that would hurt you.

Fyodor Dostoevsky and Dazai Osamu were whispering to each other. They spoke in some kind of code, and Jouno wasn't interested in trying to decipher it.

Captain Fukuchi, Mori and Fukuzawa were discussing what to do with Capitano, who still was in the basement, chained, with his limbs amputated.

Everyone was discussing with someone what to do next.

All conversations came to an end, when Lovecraft returned. He was holding a bucket, full of water. Jounou heard, that some sort of fish was swimming in it.

Steinbeck, who was standing next to the door, take a look at the fish. He raised his eyebrows.

"Where did you find this fish? I have never seen a fish like this."

Lovecraft put a bucket on the floor and answered.

"On the other side of the portal. In Teyvat."

Well, isn't it just great? They have a portal in a barn. Portal, that leads to the world, where His Firefly was tortured.

Dazai and Fyodor looked at each other. They exchanged a few more coded sentences. Dazai spoke, talking to everyone.

"Gave Fyodor and I a day or two. And we will have a plan. A plan, how to make them all pay..."

*******

That's how Jouno get here. He volunteered to spy on one of the Cathedrals. To understand this strange faith better.

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Today was a nice day. Nothing strange has happened. Except for one incident.

The blind one, Jouno, fall into the compost pit we had in a Cathedral's fruit garden. What a klutz.

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Jouno's senses betrayed him. He couldn't focus on anything else, besides this horrible smell.

The stink, that came from "Creator".

This thing was hideous. Jouno wanted to puke, when they came near him. And almost thrown up, when it hugged him. Only a strong stomach and an ability to control himself didn't let him do it.

To cover that smell, Jouno jumped into the compost pit and now was taking a bath. The water was hot, almost boiling. He scrubbed his skin raw. To get rid of Creator's filth.

He tried to focus his thoughts on you.

On your heartbeat. On the sound of your breathing. They sound like a music to his ears.

On your scent. You always carry around a sweet aroma. It reminds Jouno of fresh fruits.

On your warmth. On nights you spend cuddling each other. On movie nights, when you were sandwiched between him and Tetchou. When your head was on his chest, and he can feel you near him.

Jouno sighs.

He should focus on finding new information.

He hoped, that it won't take much time.

_____

Today we had a visitor.

Kaeya Alberich, Calvary Captain of the Holy Knights of Mondstadt, visited the Cathedral. He was pleased with my job as a Captain.

Captain Kaeya brought gifts from Creator. With guards, he shared a few drinks. And some stories. My favorite one was about Captain Kaeya's involvement in punishing Dirty Sinner.

The alcohol made me see things. I saw the afterglow again. At night.

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"Tell you about an Imposter? Why not. It was the day before their execution. The good people of Mondstadt did their best in showing Imposter it's place. But, there were one thing I couldn't stand. It still has two eyes. So, I came to them, took a dagger, and..."

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Jouno's blood boiled. He left the room, guards were in, and returned to a room he was allowed to stay. He deactivated his ability.

Doctor Yosano was the only one, who knew, what scars and wounds you had, when you returned. Jouno could only smell your blood, heard your weak heartbeat.

He wanted to learn about your injuries. So he can infect them on them.

But, Doctor Yosano refused to tell any details about your wounds.

And now, Jouno realized, why.

He wanted to do something.

Good thing, he hid some knives, before his mission truly started.

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Two guards were found dead. They were disemboweled and left to lay on a throne, Creator sat on during their visits.

I don't understand, who could do this. None other guard have noticed anything suspicious.

Did someone from the inside did it?

We look through everyone's belongings. Search all rooms.

Nothing.

We couldn't find even the single clue.

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VII

Three sisters were found dead.

The room they were found was closed.

From the inside.

There's no logical explanation.

It would be impossible for a human to do this.

And who would dare to soil holly place!

Maybe, an Abyss Order isn't that loyal to Creator?

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VIII

Creator called for me. They are worried about what is happening in the Cathedral.

I accused Abyss Order.

The only reason I wasn't torn to shreds by an Abyss Lector was Their Holiness.

I am alive.

I am not a Captain anymore.

... two more corpses were found...

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Another corpse. Eights one this week. Still, nothing suspicious has happened. No one walked in, no one walked out.

Captain Kaeya has arrived. He will take over duties.

Interrogated everyone. Look through everyone's stuff.

Nothing suspicious.

Didn't bother to look through Jouno's stuff. He is harmless.

~~~~~~

XIX

Killer can't be stopped. They can get even in closed doors.

How? Why?

We didn't do anything wrong!

We are good people! We believe in Creator!

We have punished Dirty....

/The rest of the page is soaked in blood/

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Up. Down. Left. Up. Right. Down...

Two swords clashed again and again.

Kaeya's breathing was hard. He was tried.

Yet, he can't even land one hit on Jounou. Blind man was a skilled fighter. And he managed to dodge every Cryo attack.

Jouno was playing with Kaeya.

The Cathedral behind them was burning. Jounou wasn't attacking. He was only blocking Kaeya's attacks. Kaeya growled.

"Where did you come from, demon? How dared you to soil the holy land?"

Jouno didn't answer. He blocked the next hit.

'I am not a demon. I am a soldier. Besides, Fyodor won't like me taking his title.'

Up. Left. Up. Down. Right. Up. Left. Right. Kick. Cryo. Up. Down.

A loud shattering sound.

Kaeya didn't realize, that he got too close to the Cathedral. The same moment, the stained-glass window (the main decoration of the façade) shattered due to the heat. Glasses fell on Kaeya and Jouno.

Both became disorientated for a moment.

And Jouno recovered first.

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Kaeya can't move.

His legs were pierced by Jouno's sword.

Jouno was sitting on Kaeya's chest. He had a dagger in his hands.

"Listen, to what I will say, Captain. Look at me, Captain. Scream, Captain. It is the last time you will see, hear or talk, Captain."

Jouno pointed a dagger at Kaeya's mouth.

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"Their name is [Y/N]. They are the kindest person in the world. They are interesting to talk with. We love to spend time with them. Yes, they aren't perfect. They aren't fake as this thing you put on a throne. They are real. They have faults. Sometimes we argue. But we will always make up. And we will burn everyone, who dared to touch them."

______

Jouno left Kaeya at the Cathedral's remains.

It was time for him to return home.

After getting his backpack, full of stolen holy texts and fruits he picked up in the wild, Jouno was on his way to the sea shore.

Lovecraft was waiting for him.

Together they will get back to the portal.

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You heard loud stomping sounds behind you. The next moment, a pair of hands hugged you from behind. Jouno pick up a habit to be loud, when he approaches you. He didn't want to scare you.

"Hello. I missed you, My Firefly."

You tilted your head slightly and rubbed your nose against Jouno's cheek.

"Hi... Are you okay?"

Jouno nodded.

"I am. Don't worry. Up for some Bulle Fruits, Apples and Sunsettias?"

You nodded and let Jouno lead you to the kitchen.

"I will do anything for your safety. Even if it means to do something drastic."

_____

In the next few weeks, near Creator's Shrine of Liyue a blind man was found.

A harmless blind man named Jouno.

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vanilladove · 5 months

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♡ Helloo, I saw that your requests are open, so can I request being the wife of Jouno [: ? Just Hcs and if you want a scenario (or sth else)

I'm gonna leave the rest up to you, I hope you have fun writing it and Thank you ^^

ugh i absolutely love jouno😻 he's so underrated, and i think this trope is adorable ♥︎ i added some spicy stuff oops

png creds eundior

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: jouno x wife!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: fluff + suggestive (sex mentions)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content warnings: some nsfw content in the last section; read at your own discretion

~in general...

Husband!Jouno is the definition of "when he hates everyone but you". He only shows his soft side to you.

Gifted you a matching red rope earring with a bell that you wear on the opposite ear ♥︎

Despite making fun of and degrading literally everyone on the daily, Jouno craves your praise to the point where he'll get needy and start begging for reassurance lol.

Gets sassy during arguments/when you haven't given him enough praise and will use his ability to dissipate into thin air every time you get close to him until you eventually cave in and apologize/compliment him XD

Since he still needs to fulfill his evil urges but doesn't want to offend you, he resorts to teasing and excessive flirting. Won't give you any peace bc he picks up on every reaction.

Bc he’s constantly snarky and rude to others, his love language is words of affirmation since he saves his kindness for you.

~relationship dynamics

Extremely protective & possessive: whenever you're both in public, he always has an arm wrapped around you or on your shoulder; whenever passerbys ogle you or try to signal dirty things to you (they usually try stuff bc they notice that Jouno's blind), he always calls them out menacingly, threatening them enough to send them running away in fear.

Becomes your primary provider, basically making you a housewife lol. He would justify you not working/make you work from home bc he wants to keep you safe from people targeting him for being a Hunting Dog/ex-criminal executive.

When he's stressed after a busy day of mocking tecchou work, the first thing he does when he comes home is cuddle with you and listen to your heartbeat...it's basically like his white noise/comfort sound :,(

Basically your entire presence comforts him, probably lowkey develops attachment issues like a needy kitten hehe

Not much privacy between you two bc of his Super Senses™. He knows your heartbeat and "default" body settings (breathing patterns, fidgets, etc.) better than his own.

Because of this, he always wins arguments or gets the last word...

"Hmmph. I'm not mad"

"Yeah? Wanna explain why your heartbeat got faster then? Or why you exhaled loudly?"

"..."

"Ur mad :p"

You guys probably listen to ASMR together lol

Never strays too far from you and always is wrapped around you: hugging you from behind + resting his chin on your shoulder/kissing your neck whenever you're cooking or shopping for groceries.

Brings your home-cooked meals to work everyday (they're his fav food) and brags about how good his wife's food is (especially to Tecchou)

"An unrefined idiot like you would never understand the luxury of a wife's--what the hell, Tecchou? Are you putting chocolate syrup on your sushi?"

Since he’s blind, most of his compliments are about your personality and actions. He goes crazy from your signature perfume and prefers when you wear soft clothes (they’re the best for cuddling).

Occasionally, he’ll comment on how beautiful you are, even though he can’t actually see you. Whenever you mention that, he responds that he “just knows it’s true”. Otherwise, I think he would give you cheesy compliments about how you have “a beautiful aura” and stuff like that lol.

Husband!Jouno’s the type to easily become a yandere…

~spicy🤫

Husband!Jouno is a big fan of phone sex since he's needy and can't stand being away from you or not hearing your voice.

Likes eating you out/fingering you bc he can hear the heartbeat down there.

Forces you to not hide your voice, but doesn't actually care since he can still clearly hear your muffled moans.

An expert at dirty talk and won't shut up during sexy time...hopefully you have a praise/degrading kink...

Even though he mostly stays gentle with you, I think he still has a bit of a dacryphilia kink and is into impact play + rough sex bc of his past personality (。-∀-)

~fluffy vignette ♥︎

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"...."

Jouno already knew who was aggressively pounding on his office door. The two biggest idiots in the Hunting Dogs: Teruko and Tecchou. He scrunched his nose as a foul odor from behind the door crept up on him. Whatever it was, he wanted it gone. He had a plan: pretend he wasn't there until they lef--

"Oi, Jouno, we know you're in there! Open up, Damn it! Your captain's commanding you!" Teruko demanded in her usual high-pitched squeaky voice, now banging on the door. Still in line with his original plan, Jouno only remained silent since the last thing he wanted was to let the two smelly intruders into his clean, precious space.

"Captain, maybe he's not in there. It is almost lunch time, so he--" Tecchou started.

"Shut up! We already checked the break room, so--" Teruko suddenly went silent as her hand passed over the door knob, "Hey, it's unlocked..." Jouno winced as he heard her twist the knob and storm in along with Tecchou--not reacting fast enough to use his ability and escape the scene. He cringed as the smell assualted his senses; it was one that was too familiar--Captain Fukuchi's vomit. He impulsively plugged his nose as his face twisted. "See, Techhou, told'ya he was in here. What do have to say for yourself, huh, Jouno?"

Jouno only turned away disgustedly. "I didn't open the door for a reason, Captain. Some of us value hygiene around here. Plus you two stink--unless you're here for a reason, disrespectfully, leave." Jouno coughed dramatically, "I'm about to pass out."

Shock crossed Teruko and Tecchou's faces from the blatant rudeness, and before his hot-headed senior could go off on Jouno for 'disrespecting his elders', Tecchou butted in. "The captain threw up after drinking too much again, so we tried to clean it up since he has a meeting in an hour, but the smell won't go away, even though we tried everything." He clenched his fists sadly, "I even put flowers all over the pile on it to cover up the smell...I guess they died for nothing..."

Flowers? Over a pile of vomit? Now Jouno didn't know if he was going to pass out from the stench or the idiocy of his coworkers. Teruko sighed deeply, "After that, I tried using air freshener, but that made it smell worse somehow...Anyways, we were going to ask you if you knew where the bleach is."

"You two...Did you both lose all your braincells?" Jouno couldn't be more disappointed in everyone, starting with his raging alcoholic of a captain. Next, he turned to Tecchou, "What kind of moron uses flowers for cleaning? We're the Hunting Dogs, not the Hunting Fairies" He sighed as he felt a migraine forming, "God, I wish you would just di--" Jouno paused when he heard a familiar chime in the distance. Once he had confirmed a special someone's footsteps, he took off running, yelling to "call the janitors" and leaving the two confused behind him.

You sighed as you walked into the break room, bowing politely to thank the security guard for leading you there. You placed the lunchbox down on a table and held your face in embarrassment. You'd unknowingly slept in this morning and didn't have enough time to make or pack Jouno's lunch. It'd become an unspoken norm between the two of you to wake up at the same time, and you would cook a meal and stock up Jouno's work snacks while he got ready. Even though he never asked you to do it before, it became a habit after you'd gotten married. He'd always tease you about your "cute little housewife tendencies" like he wasn't the one who'd secretly made you into one. You were just about to call him to say you were there until you felt a strong pair of arms swiftly wrap around you.

"I missed you~" Your husband expressed, pulling you into a chair and seating you on his lap. You yelped as he buried his head into your chest and inhaled your scent. He adored the scent of your favorite perfume and the way you smelled like your shared home--like his. Jouno groaned as he drowned out the world listening to your heartbeat and you both shared an intimate moment of silence.

Smiling to yourself, you ran your fingers through his soft white hair as he pulled you closer. It was clear that he was stressed. "What's wrong, dear?" You asked, massaging his temples.

You giggled as he explained the situation and rubbed his shoulders. "Ah, I see. That sounds like something those two would do..." You looked down to the original reason you came, "Oh, right! I brought your lunch--it's your favorite," you paused, "Sorry for sleeping in today...You should've said something to wake me up..."

Jouno finally dug his head out of your chest to look up at you. "Oh, about that, I didn't wake you up on purpose. Your breathing was just so peaceful that I didn't want to disturb you..." You pursed your lips at that. "Besides, I knew you'd come to visit me at work! It's a win-win situation in the end!" You blushed at your husband's teasing; he'd won another one of his silly games yet again.

"Jeez...just wake me up next time...Anyways, I bought you some strawberry cake since there's a bakery close to the headquarters! Think of it as a thanks for all your hard work!" You perked, kissing his forehead lightly. It definitely wasn't meant to be an apology cake or bought because you were craving sweets.

"Yeah?" Jouno smirked, reveling in your praise. He caressed your sides, "My hard work, huh? What else about me are you thankful for?" You pouted as you realized you'd just been caught in a compliment trap--how gullible you were. It didn't help that Jouno was looking up straight at you and kneading your soft skin over your long dress.

Blushing, you started, "I'm thankful that you take care of me and our home. You're the bust cuddle partner...You have pretty hair and a nice voice, you're strong and..." You were about to continue until you looked to see Jouno's flushed face, he nuzzled into your chest again, muttering "I love you" lowly.

You beamed at the precious sight and lifted your husband's face up to yours. "I love you too, Jouno, so much." You brought your lips to his and kissed him sweetly, your red nails tugging softly on his hair and drawing quiet groans from him. He passionately kissed you back, hugging you tightly and angling your face to deepen the kiss, noting the way your heartbeat got faster and how your muscles relaxed in ease.

You pulled away suddenly after hearing koncks on the door, much to Jouno's disappointment. "It's just the janitor, we can still--"

"It's fine," You sighed, gently getting up from his lap and fixing your dress, "I'm meeting with some friends soon, so I should get going. You've got stuff to get back to, too. The world still needs saving!" Jouno pouted at that, missing your warmth on him and the sound of your pulse in his ears. "I'll see you at home, then. Keep up the good work!" You jokingly patted his head and turned away towards the door before he quickly grabbed the lunchbox and took your hand. He didn't want you to leave him just yet.

"W-wait, I'll walk you out. This place is big, so you might get lost. Security might not let you out since they won't recognize you. And there might be someone suspicious outsi--"

You giggled at his rambling, "Okay, I get it. Let's go~" You pulled him along and he wrapped his arm around your waist to lead you to the exit. He couldn't believe how utterly whipped he'd become for you, his beloved wife. His cheeks were red like the tips of his hair as he held your face and kissed you goodbye, watching as you drove away.

While the world knew Jouno as a sadistic ex-criminal fighting for justice, only you knew his soft side as a devoted and loving husband that would do anything for his pretty wife ♥︎

#vanilladove #vanilladovebsd #bungo stray dogs #jouno x reader #jouno saigiku x reader #jouno saigiku #saigiku jōno #bungou stray dogs #bsd headcanons #bsd fluff #bsd #bsd x reader #saigiku jouno x reader #not me repeating scenarios bye...#chat is this rushed

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iovetecchou · 1 year

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Hunting Dogs Oral Scenarios; Giving

Includes... Jouno Saigiku, Tachihara Michizou, Tecchou Suehiro

Contains... smut! face sitting, premature ejaculation, teasing, begging, overstimulation, dry humping, implied public sex, praise, use of "good girl" masturbating (with panties)

AFAB Reader.

2,788 words.

Jouno Saigiku:

"Come now princess, don't be shy. I won't bite unless, of course, you want me to." Jouno quipped out. Smirking from where he was resting comfortably atop the plush duvet. You were straddling his hips, completely bare before him. You gazed at him with hesitancy swirling within your irises.

What if you ended up crushing him? What if the noises you let slip past your lips in the heat of the moment cause him grief? What if-

"Princess... stop overthinking it. Your turbulent emotions are truly giving me a headache. I'll be fine. Now, if you're not sitting on my face in the next thirty seconds, I will have no other choice but to punish you."

You took in a shaky breath before you climbed your way up his lithe frame. Positioning your thighs on either side of his smug visage. "Good girl, so obedient." He whispered. Hooking his forearms under your thighs, pulling your needy pussy down to his awaiting mouth. Your yelp morphed into a whine as Jouno began devouring you.

Your hands gripped the headboard harshly. Your knuckles turned white as you scored your bottom lip with your teeth. "F-Fuck... Jouno-!" You cried out. Jouno wasted no time lapping at your slit skillfully. His tongue explored your needy pussy at a leisurely pace. Lapping everywhere except for your clit. He wanted to hear you beg for it.

"Jouno- please... I need more!" A whine slipped past your lips as you ground your hips down further into Jouno's hot wet mouth. The blind king below you grunted against your slick cunt at your sudden actions. Enjoying how your whole being overwhelmed his senses in the best way possible.

Jouno began darting his playful tongue in and out of your pussy. Still not giving in to your pleas. At this point, you knew what he wanted to hear without him needing to say a single word. Your patience was wearing thin. You wanted nothing more than for your darling boyfriend to completely ravish you.

The second his tongue teasingly flicked over your clit with feather-light pressure, your resolve snapped. "Jouno- please, I want you to ruin me. Make a fucking mess of me, baby... I want to cum all over your face, so, please-!" You babbled out. Bringing your hands down to grip his two-toned locks in frustration. Jouno groaned at your words and sudden actions.

How could he deny you when you asked him so pathetically? Without any hesitation, Jouno brought his tongue back up to your clit. This time, he skilfully flicked your sensitive nub over... and over again. You said you wanted more? Well... ask, and you shall receive. Jouno was relentless, circling his tongue over your clit with the most delicious amount of pressure. Occasionally taking you off guard when he wrapped his lips around your puffy bud. Sucking on it fervently before he went back to lapping at your clit.

The skillful and teasing pattern Jouno created had you seeing stars. You couldn't control the way your hips began rocking back and forth. Your grip on your boyfriend's hair never let up as you now rode his face. Jouno couldn't help but moan against your needy cunt. Your taste, sounds, and ministrations were becoming too much for him.

Jouno's cock was throbbing beneath his slacks. He didn't even mind the sticky feeling in his boxers from his own precum. He was too intoxicated with you. His hips lifted off the bed as he dug his fingernails into your plush thighs. Groaning into your pussy as the slight friction of his boxers against the underside of his twitching cock left him drooling.

He was whining and slobbering all over your puffy clit, as you continued to ride his face. "Hah... Jouno, I'm getting close- please don't fucking stop!" You whimpered out. Tightening your grip on his hair as you clenched around nothing. Jouno's eyes rolled back behind his closed lids at your body's physical reactions to his actions. He wrapped his lips around your clit once more. Delivering a harsh suck to your twitching nub. Jouno let out a whine against your twitching bud in the process, and that was all it took for the coil within you to snap.

"F-Fuck, baby! M' cumming- don't stop... please don't fucking stop!" You grounded yourself against his face sporadically as you toppled over the edge. Cumming all over your boyfriend's tongue and face. Jouno let out a low groan against your sensitive pussy as his movements against your clit halted. You felt him stiffen below you as his nails dragged down the expanse of your thighs.

Your hips slowed down after a few moments more. "Shit, baby... that was amazing..." You sighed. Slowly rising off of your boyfriend's slick face on shaky thighs. Your hands untangled from his snowy red stained locks. Leaving his hair looking slightly disheveled. You took in his features as Jouno tried to catch his breath.

His lips were coated in your arousal as drool continued to seep past his pretty pink lips. Jouno's eyebrows were scrunched up in pleasure, and his cheeks were stained with... tears? "Jouno- were you-?"

"Not, another word." Jouno huffed out. Releasing his grip on your thighs, moving his hands up to your hips. Jouno carefully helped you off his face, placing you down against the plush duvet. You let your gaze wander further, and that's when you noticed...

Jouno had a very prominent wet spot against the front of his slacks. Did he... get so worked up from eating you out that he came... untouched? As if he could read your mind, Jouno spoke up.

"What? Don't flatter yourself too much, darling. The night has only just begun... and I think it's your turn to return the favor, hm?"

Tachihara Michizou:

"Michi, not here- we shouldn't!"

You whispered in a stern tone. Glancing over to your left and right side in the dark abandoned alleyway. Making sure no one could see the position your boyfriend had you in right now. Tachihara was kneeling before you. His lithe digits trailed up your thighs from beneath your skirt. He pulled your panties down in one swift tug, Pulling your legs out of your undies for better access before hooking one of your thighs over his shoulder.

"Don't care, I need you- like… right now." Tachihara quipped out. Smirking up at you before he lifted the hem of your skirt. "Hold this for me, will ya? I want you to be able to see my face as I make you feel real good, yeah?" Your face flushed at his bold words before you ultimately obliged. Gripping your own skirt with shaky hands before you let out a sigh.

"Michi… this is risky!" You pressed. Locking your eyes with your boyfriend's amber ones before he spoke up. "Yeah, but I know you like it… I saw the little mess you made in those pretty little panties of yours. Now, keep your eyes on me the whole time, yeah? Wanna see your beautiful face as you cum for me."

You clenched around nothing at his bold words. Nodding your head once in response. Tachihara didn't wait for a second longer to ravish you. His skillful tongue went straight for your clit. Tachihara pressed his tongue flat against your twitching nub. Delivering quick, harsh flicks to your clit in the process.

You couldn't help the whine that slipped past your lips. "Fuck- Michi! T-Too much!" You scored your bottom lip with your teeth. Trying to suppress your moans. He never did take his time with riling you up. Tachihara always lost himself in the taste of your arousal. His fast actions against your sensitive clit left you breathless almost instantly.

Tachihara couldn't help but smirk into your pussy at your cute attempt to stay quiet. It only encouraged him to ravage you further. He pushed himself further into your needy pussy. Flicking up against your puffy bud at an unrelenting pace. One of his hands came down to palm himself over his uniform. Groaning into your slick cunt in the process. "Ah, Michi… so good…" Your whines were music to his ears. His cock throbbed painfully against his slacks further at your cute sounds.

As Tachihara continued to ravish your pussy, you heard the sound of a belt jangling. Then the sound of a zipper coming undone. You let your gaze travel down your boyfriend's face and to his knelt frame. The sight alone left you breathless. Tachihara freed his aching cock from the confines of his pants and boxers.

You watched him as he reached out for your discarded panties. Clutching them in his grasp before bringing them up to his length. You clenched around nothing at the sight of your boyfriend as he began stroking his cock with your slick-coated panties. His groans against your drooling pussy as he pleasured himself had you seeing stars.

His tongue began to lose all sense of skill as his hand began to pick up in pace against his length. He was eating you out in such a sloppy and messy manner, and you fucking loved it. You moved one of your hands down to his disheveled tufts of hair. Gripping his amber locks fiercely. Your other hand still held up the hem of your skirt. "Fuck- Michi, m' gonna cum-!"

You whined out. Pulling Tachihara's face closer into your needy pussy with the grip you had on his hair. Your leg hooked around his shoulder began to twitch as you felt your release bubble up. All it took for your orgasm to wash over you was the sight of Tachihara cumming inside your panties. That was still wrapped around his twitching cock. The whine he let out against your clit as he came had your eyes rolling back into your skull.

"Shit- cumming… m' fucking cumming-!" You never broke eye contact as you came all over your boyfriend's face. Your legs quivered as your sweet boyfriend worked you through your high. Tachihara's sloppy tongue slowed down before he stopped entirely. Panting against your folds. His movements against his cock came to a halt as well before he pulled his lips away from your messy pussy.

He hastily tucked himself back into his slacks before he unhooked your thigh from his shoulder. Tachihara grasped your cum coated panties in both of his hands. Prompting you to step into the messy undergarments before dragging them up your twitching thighs. Snapping the waistband of your panties playfully as they now hugged your hips snugly.

You could feel your boyfriend's warm sticky cum pressing up against your spent pussy. It caused your face to flush a deeper shade of red. You watched as Tachihara slowly rose off his knees. He smiled down at you playfully before leaning into you. Placing a quick kiss on your lips, letting you get a taste of yourself.

"Fuck, babe… you're so sexy. You have no idea what you do to me… so, what do ya say we switch places now, yeah?"

Tecchou Suehiro:

"Ah, Hiro! Seriously, right now?!"

You were sparring with Tecchou in your shared apartment one moment, and the next thing you know, your boyfriend had you pinned to the floor. Hastily pulling down your shorts and panties. "I can't help myself. You look so beautiful right now." You smile softly at his honest confession. Bringing your hands down to sift through his chestnut locks.

"Need to taste you, baby… is that okay?" He whispered. Looking up at you past his pretty long lashes from where he lay beneath you. He slotted himself between your parted legs, resting his cheek on your bare thigh as he awaited your response. You gave his hair a playful tug before you spoke up.

"Yes, my love… I want this just as much as you do." Your words brought a deep blush to the tops of his cheeks. He offered you a toothy smile before he moved his face closer to your pussy which was now on full display for him. "I'll make you feel good, angel. I promise." His breath fanned against your slick folds as he spoke. Causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

Without another word uttered, Tecchou experimentally darted his tongue out. He delivered languid kitten licks against your puffy clit. Never once parting his gaze from yours. "Hnn… Hiro, so good…" You whimpered out. Grasping his hair even fiercer as your hips lifted off the hardwood floor. Pressing your needy pussy further into your boyfriend's awaiting mouth.

Tecchou felt his cock twitching against the cool floor. He couldn't control himself as his hips moved on their own accord. His hot tongue began exploring your folds. Pausing for a moment as his tongue circled around your entrance. Tecchou began flicking the tip of his muscle in and out of your slick cunt. "F-Fuck… so good, baby." You whined out. Smiling down at your blushy boyfriend as you continued to hump his face.

He felt entranced by you. Your movements, your taste, your gorgeous pleasure filled-expression. He synced up his thrusts against the hardwood floor with your thrusts against his lips. Tecchou whined into your pussy at the increased pleasure. He brought his hands up, interlocking his own with your free hand. His other hand snaked its way under your shirt. Cupping one of your breasts in the process.

He pushed his tongue further into your slick pussy. Swirling it around inside your hot wet walls fervently. Tecchou's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt you clench around his tongue. His cock throbbed painfully as the underside of his length drug along the cool hardwood floor from within the confines of his gym shorts.

"Hiro, more… please!" You babbled out. Pulling him into your pussy impossibly closer with the grip you had on his hair. He kneaded your breast playfully as his tongue slipped out your needy cunt. Tecchou rested his tongue flat against your pussy before he licked up the expanse of your folds. Slowly finding his way back to your clit before he wrapped his lips around your puffy bud.

He began sucking on your clit softly. Bringing his thumb and index finger together beneath your shirt to tweak one of your nipples. "S-Shit… baby, I'm getting close…" You squeezed Tecchou's hand, which was still interlocked with your own tightly. Picking up your thrusts against your boyfriend's face.

Tecchou wasted no time suckling on your clit at a fiercer pace. Making sure to flick his tongue over your puffy bud ever so often. You were seeing stars at this point. The combination of Tecchou playing with your tit and ravishing your cunt was overwhelming in the best way possible. Your interlocked hands were the only thing that kept you grounded.

"Hmn… Hiro, baby- feels so fucking good… don't stop- ah! I'm cumming-!" Your hips stilled against your boyfriend's face as he continued to suckle your clit. He was so lost in the moment. He didn't even realize that he was cumming in his shorts. You felt him whine against your clit as his ministrations against your spent pussy never let up.

"Hah… Suehiro, t-too much!" You cried out. Pulling his face away from your messy cunt by his hair. Before releasing his locks slowly. Your sudden actions finally snapped him out of his trance. He shook his head slightly before he climbed up your frame. Tecchou's thighs were now resting on either side of your ribcage. He snaked his hand out of your shirt, bringing it up to soothe your cheek.

"I'm sorry, angel… I got a bit carried away. Did it feel good?" He smiled down at you softly, awaiting your response. He gave your still-interlocked hands a gentle squeeze. You couldn't help the wide smile that painted over your features at your sweet boyfriend's concerns. You brought your newly freed hand up to cup his own cheek. Pulling him down into a passionate kiss.

Your shared embrace lasted a few moments longer. Before you pulled back for air. Panting against Tecchou's lips softly before you spoke up. "It felt more than good. It was amazing, baby." Tecchou smiled widely down at you before he shifted uncomfortably from where he resided atop you. Your gaze flickered down between your bodies, trying to pinpoint where his discomfort was coming from.

That's when you noticed the prominent stain… at the front of your boyfriend's shorts. Tecchou's face flushed deeper as he traced where your gaze was lingering. "Ah… I'm truly sorry, angel. I can't control myself around you. Everything you do excites me."

"Hmm… is that so, baby? Then why don't I return the favor? It's the least I can do for getting you so worked up after all…"

I definitely plan on doing a part 2 with the men on the receiving end! so, please have some patience with me! thank you so much for reading this far (:

special tag; @win-writes

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elizais · 3 months

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"so, for once in my life.. let me get what i want."

jouno saigiku x fem!reader drabble lovesick jouno, jouno NEEDS more fans other than me warnings: none all fluff, reader met jouno after he lost his vision

jouno desperately wanted to sleep, his body yearned for sleep.. but his mind was too crowded. how the beautiful lady was laying on the bed next to him, holding the stuffed animal he bought her based off of how soft it was when they first started dating.

her heartbeat was prettier than the sound of a choir of angels singing to him. a sound he could point out in a room full of thunderous voices. how could someone so kind choose him?

although he was content with all his other senses being heightened, he wished he met you before he lost his vision. how he would perfectly describe the colour of your eyes if he could.

every night it escaped him how you adored him more than anyone. how a soft stuffed animal was your replacement for him since cuddling was too overwhelming for his senses. how your sugary voice only referred to him as "sai". even when he was being frustrating.

why would he, a former criminal, be so fortunate for a person like you? who searched the ends of the earth (online websites) for replacements of his incredibly old clothes which he only kept because he knew what they looked like. when his favourite graphic tee got a rip in it you found another for him.

how when you were walking through the city with him you gasped as a car drove past, one that you really liked. "sai! y'know your old sweater with the old BMW on? one like that but green drove by!" a day out you must have long forgotten about yet he remembered very well as you went through great effort to explain what it looked like to him.

despite how much he hated tecchou's food combinations, when you met tecchou you tried your absolute best to like them. incredibly worried to earn the respect of your new boyfriend (at the time)'s colleagues. now whenever tecchou comes up with a new one tecchou tells jouno to tell you about it. jouno does not tell you.

perhaps it is the fact that you cut his hair when it gets too long for him to deal with. gently trimming it every couple of weeks.

maybe when you saw how mean he could be to the other hunting dogs you scolded him in front of them, his colleague's giggling as they found his weakness. you. now whenever he was being particularly nasty to them, you would get a phone call to out your boyfriend in his place.

perchance it was that you asked him what colour his eyes were after knowing him as a friend for a few months. although he never opened his eyes from light sensitivity, he made an exception for you. opening his eyelids and putting up with the harsh light for a few seconds as he heard your heartbeat speed up, admiring his eyes. albeit whatever they looked like now.

or, after a monthly surgery you would stay with jouno for the whole time he had to rest. jouno being so out of it he just wants to cuddle, something you cherish. he knows you adore those times so even when he starts to get his senses back, he will give you a few more hours of sleep with him on a small hospital bed.

his thoughts paused for a second as he heard your muscles contract as you changed sleeping positions. he heard the stuffed animal fall out of your arms as you rolled. he was too comfortable to get out of bed for it but noticed your arms looking for it in your sleep. he heard and felt the vibrations of your arm patting around for it on the bed.

he sighed before moving closer to you, quietly moving an arm out for your arms to hold onto instead. pulling his stray arm to your chest in your sleep, a quiet hum escaped your lips.

your arms wrapped around his bicep, something that pulled him closer to sleep after having his senses adjust to it. he would not bring this up in the morning.

with all those memories, he can't pinpoint when the moment he knew he loved you was. he was just happy he even knew you.

for once in his life, he had gotten what he wanted. lord knows it was the first time.

ughhhh he makes me so anhwahawbkhry4yiaw

the new bsd chapter coming out will have jouno ALIVE AND WELL. if not asagiri has me to respond to. no body no death. anyways everyone needs to write for the hunting dogs more please and thank you!!

jouno needs more fans like i know he is a bit of a red flag but red is the colour of my blogg soooo... match made in heaven <33

also did you see where i added perchance. you can't just say perchance!!

reblogs are appreciated so so so much!!

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #jouno saigiku #saigiku jouno #bsd jouno #bsd jouno saigiku #the hunting dogs #hunting dogs bsd #jouno x reader #jouno saigiku x reader #saigiku jouno x reader

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scarletta-ruan · 1 year

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hi hi, i'm the anon of the mental breakdown request and i really loved it! thanks!

well, as expected (😭😭😭), if i'm not disturbing you, could i request one more thing? it can be with the same characters (sigma, nikolai, jouno, fyodor and now + odasaku) reacting to reader hugging/clinging onto them when tired?? again, thank you if you can write it and don't worry if you need to reject!!! take care and don't forget to rest, hope your weeks are being good! <3

(also, expect to see me requesting for a good while, i'm sorry 😔)

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃

WARNING: OOC, soft!character, fem!reader, reader being a clingy person, characters take care of reader.

TYPE: Headcanon

PAIRING: Sigma || Nikolai Gogol || Saigiku Jouno || Fyodor Dostoevsky || Sakunosuke Oda x fem!reader

WORDCOUNTS: 1.1k+ words

NOTES: Your request was kinda cute, I'm just happy when you loved my work. Sorry for taking too long in writing a request.

1. Sigma

How could he turn you down when you cling on to him like that?

Our precious baby, of course. He would let you cling to him when his face turned red.

Imagine one day you were very exhausted, lying on the couch while whining to him that you were really tired from work today.

And then you suddenly wrapped your arms around his waist, leaned on his back and kept whining about your day when he was making some dinner for you.

Boy, he would listen to everything you said. Even though you were whining or complaining about your colleague, he still loved to hear it all.

He would give some comments when you suddenly asked him while telling your story.

“You know what, that guy who works/studies with me is a bastard.”

“Yeah, I know it. He was the worst in the office/school right?”

This was cuter when you still wrapped your arms around him while Sigma was moving around in the kitchen in order to get more ingredients or just grabbed some seasonings. His mind also told him that he now looked absolutely like a mother chicken with small chicks running after her.

And when he thought about it, he just chuckled to himself and shook his head. But unfortunately, you still realized that he was chuckling.

“Why are you chuckling? Is there anything funny in my story?”

“No, love. It’s just because I saw that you are cute when you cling on to me like that.”

Always searched for a chance to have you cling on to him because Sigma loved the way you were cute and small like a small kitten begging for love.

2. Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai would 100% love it when you cling or hug him.

Always wished that today you would give him some hugs after work. Man, he loved cuddling with you a lot so he would never slip this chance.

One time when you were exhausted after a work day, Nikolai was on the couch as you entered inside home.

Would definitely know you were home perfectly.

“Hi, my dear, little cutie Dove. How was your day today?”

“Not fine, of course. Doing too much work, being stressed with the boss's orders, and exhausted with the crowded street.”

Nikolai would let you mumble or curse everything which happened to you today, because he said that it would be alright if you told them out rather than keep it inside.

Then moved to the part hugging him. Because of being tired, you went hugging and clinging to him, begging for some attention.

“Aw, my Dove is getting clingy today.”

“You better let me do it, else I would never do it again.”

Felt satisfied when you cling to him, of course.

Wouldn't let the chance of you leaving him in any seconds. Nikolai would let you cling to him like a small Koala when he went around the house to get some water or a snack for you.

3. Saigiku Jouno

Let's say that Jouno denies you hugging or clinging to him.

Why? Because he needed to move around then get you some things you really needed when you were tired.

But when you insisted on hugging him, Jouno couldn't turn you down. He loved the way you let yourself cling on him when you were too tired.

Always told you that you needed him for charging, and often compared you to a device that needed to be charged.

“You look absolutely like a run out battery flashlight.”

“Yeah, and you are my own charger in my life.”

Interaction with people like Jouno was very precious. Because still he couldn't see anything, then a hug of you could be a way to express that you loved and needed him.

Always teased about your heartbeat when you hugged him.

“Your heartbeat is getting faster when you cling on me, is that right?”

“But I hug you from behind…”

“Blind people can be so sharp, you know.”

Would absolutely give you a kiss when you requested him over and over.

4. Fyodor Dostoevsky

Yeah, another person denied hugging and clinging like Jouno. Fyodor found it too annoying for calm people like him.

But still, he let you do it whenever you wanted.

Enjoyed a book while you tangled up on his body like a small exhausted kitten.

Would give you a head pat because he thought you were a small lazy kitten that curled up on his lap.

“You and the kittens are the same.”

“Yeah, it's just because kittens often get tired like me.”

Sometimes suddenly sighed when you clinging to him, while he cooked dinner for you. Feeling your warmth behind him and then your slow breath made his heart flutter.

“The bed is in your bedroom, or the couch is in the living room. I’m not the place where you can relax, you know.”

“No, but still you are fluffier than them.”

“Fine, just do what you want.”

Would let you touch everything on his, including his hair, his hands, his chest, his back. Sometimes still this man would sigh but everything was alright, he loved how you leaned on him when you were tired.

Listened to all of your stories about work today, every complaint or else every compliment you got today.

Would give you a bath because you wanted him to do this for you, and he still obedient do that for his little kitten.

5. Sakunosuke Oda

He looked absolutely like a mother carried his child.

Imagine that he was cooking dinner and you were behind his back giving lots of complaints about how bad your colleague and your company were.

“The boss considered me like his dog, I had to walk around the office serving his ass and other colleagues wanted me to do lots of things for them.”

“Mm, they are bad, aren’t they?”

Couldn’t move around easily because you were stuck on him, sometimes when he moved to the refrigerator to pick up some ingredients for your favorite food, you just hugged him from behind and followed him. Oda considered you as a chick, for real.

“Do I look like a mother chicken?”

“Why?”

“Because I have a small chick that keeps following behind my back.”

He would give you a shower since you were too exhausted and you didn’t want to keep yourself up to go to the bathroom. Of course, Oda was bathing you like a small child.

“Close your eyes or the water will spit into it.”

“But I can’t see anything if I close my eyes.”

He also fed you by himself since when you were tired you definitely skipped dinner.

“I'm not a child, Odasaku.”

“This is my responsibility, though.”

#bsd x female reader #bsd x reader #bsd x you #sigma x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai x you #jouno x reader #jouno x you #jouno saigiku x reader #saigiku jouno x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #fyodor x reader #fyodor x you #odasaku x reader #oda sakunosuke x reader

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miaountainmama · 13 days

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jealous

characters: jouno, fem!reader contains: pwp, shameless smut, collaring, oral (m!recieving), degradation and praise, use of good girl, he gets jealous and fucks you over his desk. i also don't feel like tagging but this one is relatively tame too. minors dni or i'll eat your bones

wc: 2672

a/n: i love writing jouno smut. man is so talkative

“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t notice?”

You shake your head at Jouno’s question— you knew you could never hide anything from him. You could never lie to him. Still, to be caught like this…

“I couldn’t help it,” you reply meekly, tugging weakly at the leather collar around your neck. The fabric is comfortable— Jouno picked out something nice and soft for you when he bought it. He switches like that, between someone who considers your every need and someone who pushes you just for the pleasure of it. Right now, he felt like the latter.

“…Couldn’t help it?” Jouno’s voice is low and smooth, and you swallow, knowing that no matter what you said, you would not be getting out of this situation easily. Your breath catches as he suddenly yanks on the chain connected to your collar, and you’re forced to look up at him from where you’re kneeling on the floor in front of him.

“Couldn’t help what? Couldn't help thinking about getting your cunt fucked by another man? Couldn’t help thinking about replacing me?” He chuckles bitterly, and you fiddle with your fingers in your lap. There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do to make yourself look any better in this situation.

“I heard your heartbeat when you were looking at him. And the smell of your— ugh. Sickening. To think you’d get off thinking about Tecchou of all people.” He’s circling you now, heels clicking against the floor of his office, and you don’t dare to turn your head and follow his movements. You stare straight ahead, feeling the sweat bead on the back of your neck as you flush from embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” you say, and, though he can tell you’re genuine, his lip curls in distaste as he stops in front of you. His fingers twitch around the chain leash.

“I’ll make you sorry. Get up,” he orders, and you follow without hesitation, standing and shifting your weight nervously from side to side. He points to a spot by his desk, and you get the idea, quietly shuffling towards it and standing with your back facing him.

“Bend over.”

Your face burns, but you comply, resting your elbows on the smooth surface of the desk and bending at the waist. You feel him step behind you, his gloved hand running along your arched back, and you can’t help but shudder at the touch. His hand lingers there for a moment before moving downwards, reaching around toward the front of your pants and unbuttoning them. Your breath hitches, but you let him do as he pleases, though your blush does darken as he pushes the fabric down your thighs, leaving you bare and exposed to him. You know he can sense how aroused his jealousy has gotten you, and shame bubbles up in your belly— you can hear the resentment in his voice as he sheds a glove and brushes his fingers between your legs, seeing for himself how wet you’ve become.

“My, so excited. So you enjoy this? You enjoy betraying me? Flitting around like a common whore?” You say nothing as you hear him messing with his belt and pants, and your heart rate spikes as you hear the leather drop to the ground. You know what’s coming, and your legs unintentionally spread a little— Jouno exhales in derision at this, mumbling an insult you can’t quite hear.

A tremor runs through your body as you feel him press closer to you, his cock sliding in between your folds as he prepares to enter you, and your eyes flutter half shut at the sensation.

“You don’t deserve an ounce of the pleasure I’m about to give you, you whore,” he snarls, and with that, he pushes into you, yanking your head back by the collar with one hand and grabbing you roughly by the hip with the other. You gasp out a choked moan, back arching further as he bottoms out inside you, and you barely have time to process before he pulls back and snaps his hips forward again in a rough thrust. It hits inside you just right, and you can’t hold back the groan that tumbles from your lips, feeling your entire body lurch forward from how forceful he’s being.

The first couple of thrusts are slow and deep, but Jouno was never one for mercy. Within seconds he’s set a pace that has you seeing stars, and your hands clutch at the surface of the desk, trying to find any sort of support as he ruthlessly pounds into you. The air is filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin along with your heavy breaths and stuttered moans. He’s leaning over you now, pulling your head back by the leash so he can mutter things into your ear as his hips move against yours.

“Could Tecchou ever make you feel this good? Hm?” he says lowly, voice antagonistic, and you only moan out in response, already too fucked out to think. He lets out another displeased exhale before he pulls the chain back and sinks his teeth into your neck, causing you to let out a startled yelp.

“Answer me.”

Luckily for you, you’re able to form together a garbled no, and he hums in approval, rewarding you with a kiss over the new mark on your neck and another rough snap of his hips.

“Good girl. See, you can behave. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He doesn’t expect an answer this time, which is good for you because you don’t know whether you could give one right now. You’re too busy gripping onto the desk for dear life, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of his cock pressing up just right against the spot inside you. He’s good— criminally good— even more so when he reaches around you and swipes a finger against your clit, not quite rubbing yet but applying enough pressure that it has you reeling.

“Are you going to be good from now on?” he says, leaning further over you to murmur directly into your ear, and you nod your head, always eager to please. His hands are so warm, and the thought of him adding extra stimulation has you practically whining. It’s hard to think when he’s so close to touching you like that, still going at a steady pace with his hips.

“Mhm, I promise, Sai,” you breathe out, panting at this point, and he coos another good girl, causing your blush to darken as the praise goes right to your core. He rewards you by finally touching you, wetting his fingers on your slick before lightly pinching your clit. You let out a gasp, back arching at the sudden rush of sensation. Jouno chuckles from behind you, and you have half a mind to whip your head around and ask him what he thinks is so funny until he starts rubbing, and that clears any ounce of brattiness from your system. It feels so good you swear you’re about to cum on the spot— and he can tell.

“So desperate for my touch? You’re soaking. You really are a whore.” His voice is full of amusement as he continues his efforts to pleasure both you and him, and he reaches out with the hand still holding the leash to fist at your hair and pull it back. Your legs begin to shake, but he shows no signs of slowing down.

“About to cum so soon? We can’t have that. Hold it in. You’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to,” he orders, and your eyes shoot open, tears shooting to them as you struggle to hold back your orgasm.

“But- Sai, I can’t, I can’t,” you babble, and you swear this man doubles his efforts instead of offering you mercy. Your moans become louder,

harder to suppress, and he tightens his grip in your hair. The sounds of skin against skin get more aggressive.

“Jouno- Sai, please,” you continue, practically begging at this point, and you can feel his hands twitch from where they’re holding and pleasuring you. A soft spot of his, perhaps, a weakness for begging? It’s shameful, but you’re too desperate, too close to release to care as you target and exploit that soft spot for all it’s worth.

“Sai, please, I need to cum, please, I can’t- I can’t hold it,” you’re whimpering by now, tears threatening to spill over your lash line, but he just hums in response, still ramming into you and circling your clit skillfully, and soon, the knot in your belly unravels. You’ve lost.

Your back arches to an almost painful level as you climax, and the moment Jouno realizes what’s happening he lets out a breathy laugh and begins to suck at your neck to overwhelm you even further. The tears really do fall now, and you sob out his name as he pleasures you through your high, never stopping even as your hips twitch and jerk. Your grip on the desk tightens to the point where you feel you’re about to splinter the wood. Eventually, you reach that point where everything becomes sensitive, and a shudder runs through your body. You know he feels it— still, he doesn’t stop, choosing to bite down on the crook of your neck instead, and your eyes squeeze shut as a strangled moan leaves your lips.

“Too much,” you whimper, feeling the hot tears running down your cheeks and dripping off of your chin, yet the man just hums again, choosing to ignore you, getting off to the sounds of your overstimulation— you can’t keep your mouth shut, moans and cries and sobs spilling into the air. You don’t know how long he keeps you on that threshold— it could have been seconds, could have been minutes, but as he whispers that you can take it you hate that you want to prove him right. You let him mark you up, you let him hold your head back by the hair, you let him fuck you so hard you cry— you let him do everything he wants to do to you until you hear a satisfied moan slip from his own lips, and he finally slows down. He hasn’t finished yet, but as he twitches inside you, both of you panting and gasping for breath, you know he’s getting there. He pushes all the way in and bends over you, turning your head so you can look directly at him.

“Mm. Such a shame. Directly disobeying my orders not to cum. What happened to being good?” he clicks his tongue, and your face burns with shame. You move to apologize, but the sound dies on your tongue as he shushes you, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling out of you. You whine at the loss of contact, but he shushes you again, spinning you around to face him. You grab onto him for support, so fucked out you’re off balance.

“I’m not done with you yet. On your knees.”

He regards you with a light smile as you blink up at him, still sniffing and crying from the previous overstimulation, but you drop down to the floor at his command, knowing better than to go against him. You clutch at the fabric of his pants for a moment as you kneel in front of him, trying to regain any semblance of composure, and you’re surprised that he loosens the hold on the chain leash and runs his hands through your hair, letting you get those few precious seconds of rest. Perhaps he knows you need it before he inevitably ruins you a second time. Regardless, you lean into his touch, relishing in the feeling of his nails lightly scratching against your scalp.

As expected, he only gives you a few seconds, but it’s seconds that are appreciated. It mellows you out, and you open your mouth without complaint once Jouno shuffles forward and tilts your head up with a hand, grabbing himself with the other and tapping his cockhead against your lips. He’s surprisingly gentle as he inserts himself into your mouth, still cradling your head, though you know that won’t last. You place your hands on his body and wait for him to take control as he usually does.

His first couple of thrusts are shallow, slow. He moves deeper, and as his tip hits the back of your throat you gag and whine— he hushes you, rubbing circles on your jaw with his thumb. Your eyes water again.

Jouno pays no mind, letting out sighs of pleasure as he begins to thrust faster, harder, moving the hand not holding the leash to run through your hair again. You look up at him with watery eyes as you allow him to use you, and soon he’s fucking your mouth just as hard as he was fucking you earlier. Though it’s difficult to keep yourself together, though you’re crying unintentionally and drooling and overall ruined, he pacifies you by murmuring words of praise down to you. It’s satisfying to see him morph from smug to this— you watch as his eyebrows slowly knit together, mouth dropping open to let out light grunts, and the more he finds pleasure in your body, the redder his cheeks get.

“Ah, you feel- you’re being so good for me, fuck,” he pants, and you peer up at him contentedly as he slowly begins to fall apart. A weak noise slips from your open mouth as he tightens the leash, now using it to pull you up and down on his cock, and his head falls back at the added sensation. He’s holding back his sounds still, though, and you can’t have that. You quickly swirl your tongue around his tip when he pulls back again, and that seems to loosen his lips. He lets out the most delicious moan you’ve ever heard, breathy and coated in pleasure, and he speeds up.

“Keep doing that,” he commands, though it lacks any sort of bite— it’s more of a whine than anything else. His thrusts are getting sloppy, erratic, and you can tell he’s getting close. You obey eagerly, willing to do anything that lets you hear his wonderful noises again, and as you let your tongue go to work he moans again, yanking you by the collar harder. His thrusts are getting shallower, faster, and you know there’s only a matter of seconds before it’s over. His voice pitches up— his hand tightens in your hair— and with a final thrust deep into your mouth he cums, spilling down your throat with a low groan. He seems done, but you? You continue to gently bob your head and swirl your tongue as you swallow, wanting to coax as much from him as possible, and your efforts are rewarded with a whimper. It’s the sweetest reward you could ever be given.

Hastily, he pulls out of your mouth, regaining his composure. He holds your head away from him for a moment before he retracts his hand, making sure to stroke your jaw with his thumb a few times before doing so. You look up at him happily from where you’re kneeling below him, hands still on his body, and he lets out a shaky exhale before resting his hands on yours and gently nudging them off of him.

“I trust you’ve learned your lesson?” he says, always one to try and remain in control at all times, and you nod, leaning your head against his leg. You hum in affirmation, and he sighs, reaching down to stroke your hair again. It puts a smile on your face, and it widens as his smooth voice praises you again.

“Good girl. Don’t do it again or I’ll have to punish you a second time.”

The idea of it sends your heart racing despite yourself. A second punishment didn’t sound too bad at all.

“…Don’t get too excited. I won’t be as nice next time.”

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd x you #jouno x reader #jouno saigiku #saigiku jouno x reader #bsd saigiku #jouno smut #bsd smut

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skyss-personal-hell · 9 months

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Sub Jouno cuz there’s some feral side of me that just wants to overstimulate him until he cries.

- Overstimulating him would be relatively easy because of his heightened senses

- Would whine and whimper🔥🔥🔥

- You both have a system where if he is unable to speak he would tap on your arm twice in a row to signal he needs to stop/have a break

- I JUST NEED TO SAY IT AGAIN HIM WHIMPERING WOULD JUST BE NGH MNGGG

- He deffo likes to be praised and called a good boy

- His voice coming out so light and airy😍

- Could literally NEVER go back to just masturbating normally bc of how good you fuck him

- Recording his moans and making him listen to how cute his noises are😫

“h—aah! Please… please… n-need… break… ple-please…!”

He sounded so ethereal and majestic, it was a shame he’d never know how beautiful he looked while broken like this…

His legs are shaking violently as his breath comes out brokenly and inconsistent. He’s so precious, you can’t help but take a picture of his ruined state.

He doesn’t even realize you’ve taken a photo of him because of your nail digging into his sensitive tip.

As you press down with a bit of pressure he lets out a wail and a fat tear drips down his face.

He’s only came once but this feeling of such intense pleasure is making him go crazy.

“C—can’t…! T-too much! Please…!”

You cup his cheek and smile lovingly at him.

“Just one more, for me? Can you do that for me? Be a good boy?”

Another tear drips down his face before he hesitantly nods while hiccuping.

“Such a good boy.”

#bungou gay dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungo stray dogs x reader #jouno smut #bungou stray dogs jouno #sub jouno saigiku #bsd jouno #jouno saigiku #dom reader #saigiku jouno x reader #submisive and breedable #HE WHIMPERS #nghhhhhh #i want him so carnally #i need him

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cloudyyoimiya · 9 months

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Can i request with hunting dogs, when their s/o makes that gesture with her hand to get them closer, like she’s gonna tell them a secret but instead, she kisses them on the cheek

THIS IS SO CUTE OH MY WORD I LOVE THIS REQUEST 😭 anyways, i’m sorry i have no clue how to write for tachihara, so i hope that just jouno and tecchou will do. my apologies </3

Deceitful Kisses; Saigiku Jouno and Suehiro Tecchou

Format: Scenarios

Saigiku Jouno

Walking around curiously, you traversed around town with your boyfriend, Jouno. You could tell he was starting to get overwhelmed with the amount of sound that was in every crevice of the small city, so you decided to drag him into a local café for the time being.

Jouno was currently sitting across from you, leisurely sipping on his coffee. You were quietly reading off the pastry menu to Jouno, making sure to occasionally look back up at him to see if he’s feeling any better. Slowly but surely, he started to get more comfortable in the homey establishment.

Eventually, you broke the peaceful silence surrounding the two of you. “Hey, do you hear that?”

Jouno put down his cup of coffee on a napkin on a table that was being used in place of a coaster. He looked curious.

“Hear what?” He asked, curiosity now infecting his voice.

You carefully put your hand atop of his, and used your index finger to make a “come here” motion onto his skin. Jouno then leaned closer to you, his stomach pressed against the side of the table.

“It’s coming from your left,” you spoke quietly.

Jouno quirked an eyebrow, then turned his head to the left. He could hear your heart rate accelerating, but he didn’t know why. Were you scared? No, your tone of voice sounded… happy. There was no traces of fear in it.

Once Jouno turned his head, you took this as an invitation to kiss his right cheek since it was the one closest to you. When you sat back down, you had a giant smile adorned your face.

Jouno turned his face back to you and gave you an unamused expression. “What was that for, exactly?”

“I just wanted to show you my love,” you responded.

Jouno sat back down onto his seat and let out a short sigh. He then grabbed his coffee and took a short, small sip. You could see his cheeks slightly flushing.

“That was unnecessary. You could have just asked me for a kiss,” Jouno murmured.

“You would have given me shit if I asked for a kiss,” you said after a short chuckle. “And besides, you liked it!”

“How could you be so sure I liked it? Hm?”

“You’re blushing.”

Jouno almost immediately took his free hand and brought it up to his face. He then touched his cheek, feeling the warmth from his rosiness.

“Touché,” he simply said as he put down his hand back onto the table. “But next time you won’t get away with it.”

“One, I don’t like what that implies. And two, you want there to be a next time?” You chuckled as you spoke.

“Are you teasing me?” Jouno asked flatly.

“Maybe.”

“Quite the role reversal we have here then, hm?”

“I suppose so.”

Jouno smirked. “Well, it won’t be like that for any longer. Next time I’ll steal a kiss from you.”

Suehiro Tecchou

Your boyfriend, Tecchou, was currently in the kitchen making tomorrows lunch. You were sitting on a barstool nearby, leisurely scrolling through your phone on a random social media app. Even if your boyfriend was busy making food, you still wanted to spend time with him, so this was the best thing you could do; remain in his presence while occupying yourself.

After about half an hour, you started to grow bored of waiting on your boyfriend. While scrolling on your phone was entertaining, you’d much rather spend some quality time with your lover.

“Suehiro,” you called out as you turned off your phone for the moment. “I need to tell you something.”

Your boyfriend almost immediately dropped the knife he was using to cut up strawberries. He looked up at you, curiosity written all across his face. Tecchou honestly looked like he was unintentionally giving you puppy dog eyes with the way he was looking at you.

“Is something wrong, angel?” He asked, a hint of concern lacing into his voice.

You simply shook your head and raised your hand out towards him. You then pointed at him with your index finger and made a motion for him to come closer.

“I need to tell you something.”

Tecchou did as you motioned for him to do, and leaned closer to you. He seemed intent on listening to what you had to say.

“What is it?” He asked.

You pointed to the front door of your shared apartment with the hand that was already raised into the air. “Do you see that?”

“See what?” Tecchou asked as he turned his head to look at the front door. “I don’t see anything out of the ordinary, honey.”

You let out a soft chuckle before quickly getting up to kiss his cheek. You then sat back down as you proudly watched his cheeks slowly flush into a soft shade of pink.

“What was that for?” Tecchou asked, turning his attention to you once more.

“I just wanted to show you my affection,” you spoke with a small smirk. “That’s all.”

“You could’ve just asked to kiss me instead of being sneaky,” Tecchou deadpanned.

“Where’s the fun in that? I just wanted to see how you’d react is all.”

Tecchou picked up the knife he was using to cut strawberries and started the hack away at the stems once more. The way he cut the fruit almost put you in a trance with how fluid his movements were. Maybe it had something to do with his ability? You weren’t very sure.

“Well, you got my reaction,” he said as he chopped off another stem. “Was it satisfactory?”

“It was very satisfactory. Thank you for your contribution to my scientific research,” you said with a giggle.

“Scientific research?”

“It was a joke.”

“Oh, right, sorry.”

You giggled. “Don’t apologize. Anyways, you better be on guard from now on! I may pull something like that again.”

Tecchou let out a short sigh and a small smile etched onto his face. “Sure, I’d like to see you try.”

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inkykeiji · 9 months

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character: jouno saigiku x fem!reader genre: smut warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, daddy kink, face fucking, boot humping, a lil degradation mixed with a hint of praise, dacryphilia, size kink/size difference, lots of cum words: 3.7k

He knows you’re up, the moment he steps through the flat’s threshold.

He can hear your gentle breathing, can hear the soft rustle of lace and satin against your skin as your chest rises and falls, can hear your sock-clad toes, overlapped and wiggling, weight shifting slightly from one foot, then the other, as you wait in anticipation.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” he asks aloud, not bothering to turn toward your hiding spot, attention focused on his hands as he slowly pulls a white glove from his fingers, one by one. “What are you doing up?”

“Missed you,” you mumble out through a pout, cheek pressed into the doorframe, face half hidden.

“Yeah?” he’s asking as he tosses the first glove onto the counter and begins work on the second, his features contrasted by shadows, but you can still see the smirk on his face. “Why don’t you come give me a hug, then?”

A sweet little squeal of affirmation sounds in your throat and then you’re off, bare feet pitter-pattering against the polished hardwood, body barreling into his chest only a second or two later, hard enough to knock a gentle chuckle from his lips, his arms catching you easily.

A deep sigh deflates his chest, his body melding into yours. His head droops, lips pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before he rests his forehead against your skull. A thick thigh slots itself between your own, your limbs twining together; a tangle, a knot of a single entity.

With a slow, steady, purposeful inhale, his ribs stretch against yours as he fills his lungs with your scent, breathes you in and gulps you down and holds you close to his heart, steeping his tissues in your essence, infusing his blood with you.

A beat or two passes, the two of you motionless but melting into one another, before he finally plants another kiss in your hair, arms tightening infinitesimally, squeezing you to his form.

“Hate that you work such long hours. Love this uniform on you, though,” you murmur into his chest, nuzzling your cheek against the starched fabric of his jacket.

A gentle laugh rumbles behind his sternum.

“Is that so?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How much do you love it on me?”

“I think you know,” you say shyly, peeking up from his chest.

He does know—he can smell it on you, can smell the arousal rapidly seeping into the silk of your panties, can feel the warmth on his thigh through the thin material, a swiftly expanding patch of slick.

But he wants to hear you say it.

“How much?” he repeats, slow, stern, an order.

A stringy whine sounds in your throat and your bottom lip juts out further, chin puckering, but you obey anyway, heat staining your cheeks.

“So much. So much it makes me wet,” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut, scorching prickles of humiliation rippling beneath your skin. “So much it makes my clit throb and pussy flutter,” you grind against his thigh in emphasis, legs tightening around it. “Feel it?”

A hum of recognition vibrates on his tongue, head nodding. His cock twitches against your hip—just once, nothing more than a greeting—and you giggle, humping his leg with a little more vigour.

“Sit down, Daddy,” you say softly, delicate fingers unfastening his cape and pushing it from his shoulders. “Let me fix you a drink.”

“It’s late,” he says, but he goes willingly, collapsing in his favourite armchair. “You should be in bed.”

“And you work so hard,” you respond lightly, prancing over to the gold bar cart, filled with sparkling decanters and amber liquor. “Let me do this for you. Then bed, pinky promise.”

With a small resigned smile, he nods, accepting a crystal glass of scotch from you a moment later. Ice clinks against the sides as he brings it to his lips, taking a slow sip, another sigh seeping from his chest, the burn of alcohol eating away at more tension, liquifying his tired muscles.

You assume your designated position then, on the floor at his feet, between his spread knees, cheek laid against his thigh. A large hand cups your head, thumb stroking your hair in slow, rhythmic motions.

This has become somewhat of a habit as of late. The Armed Detective Agency case has been devouring all of Jouno’s time, and it has left him with mere crumbs to give to you.

He’s just about polished off his drink when your hands begin to wander, palms smooth as they run up his strong thighs, dainty fingers digging into lean muscle as they go, his legs instinctively spreading wider.

Your head shifts, eyes gazing up at him adoringly—he may not be able to see you, but he can feel you, your body welded to his shin as your hands work, your face nosing along his thigh, cuddling into him, desperate to be as close as physically possible.

He swears he can feel your stare, too, potent and powerful and oozing thick love as it slathers across his skin, dousing him in indescribable warmth. It saturates the air around you both, enveloping your tangled bodies in its dense embrace, permeating his flesh straight to his very soul, where it poisons him so sweetly.

It’ll always amaze him, how someone can look at him with such reverence, such admiration, like he’s a fucking god, so strongly that he can sense it—feel it on his body, taste it on his tongue. It’s fucking intoxicating, his cock twitching again in his trousers, a rush of hot blood fizzing through his veins.

Your fingers knead aching muscles steadily, expertly, climbing a little higher with each cycle through the routine, closer and closer to the apex of his thighs but never quite reaching it.

It’s utterly teasing, rigid flesh mollifying beneath your amorous motions as the pressures of the day leak from his pores, massaged from his body by your gracious hands, wrung from his soul bit by bit.

It’s utterly teasing, but it’s so good, a craving for more clawing at the pit of his stomach, igniting a mild itch in his veins.

Something sounds in his throat, the ghost of a whimper—something he’s hopeless at smothering, an instinctual, uncontrollable reaction to you—and he feels your body respond, a minuscule jerk of your muscles in response, a curious little gesture imbued with a question.

Gasping gently, your gaze slides down, watching with a sort of morbid fascination as his cock fills with life, as it strains, more and more, heavier and heavier, against his maroon trousers, yearning for your tongue, your touch. Grinding your fingers into tense tissue near his hips, you giggle a little at the way it jerks gently, begging you for attention. Another noise plays on the back of his tongue; a caution this time, not to play around too much.

Finally, you lean forward, hands clamped around his thighs, and nuzzle into his swelling cock, rubbing your face against it like a cat with a small hum of contentment.

A fond little melody falls from his lips, nothing more than a wisp of breath—so starkly different from his usual sharp snickers, most often kept sealed behind smirking lips and reserved for those who deserve it—something private, something just for him to savour and enjoy, his palm moving to caress your head again, urging you further into his groin.

“Really do love this uniform so much,” you mumble out dreamily, muffled by the material.

“Show me,” he breathes, just barely shifting beneath your touch. “Show Daddy.”

Fondling halted, you pull back slightly, staring down the bridge of your nose at his cock, almost as if you’re taking a moment to admire it before scattering a few well-placed kisses along the silhouette—underside, shaft, tip. It jumps beneath your lips in response, and you giggle again, snuggling back into it lovingly.

Tongue unfurling from your mouth, you trace the bulge slow and sloppy, dragging your the slick muscle along the outline of his massive cock and leaving a damp, gleaming trail across his lap. His hips twitch ever-so-slightly, a motion you wouldn’t have noticed had you not had your entire face pressed into his crotch, and you relent, tongue grinding over the head in hard, steady strokes—back and forth, back and forth—before your mouth closes around it as best it can, suckling at the tip.

And you swear you can taste his pre-cum, dribbling from his slit and oozing through the thick material of his work pants, bitter and strong like his favourite blend of coffee. A moan slips from your lips, the sound hot and wavering against him, your lapping turned desperately vigorous, starved for another drop of him.

You’re making a real mess now, he’s sure of it, threads of spit knitting your lips to his trousers, chin syrupy with your own drool, smudged across your mouth and jaw, a direct result of your burrowing.

He’s getting restless now, you can tell, can feel it in the way his thighs clench, can hear it in the gentle, barely-there hitch of his breath with each firm glide of your tongue over his cockhead. And eventually, finally, he snaps, just like he always does, just like every other night before.

“It’s not nice to get Daddy’s cock hard and then not do anything about it, baby,” he warns, amicable tone sewn together with an implicit threat. “Don’t be a little tease, now. Finish what you’ve started.”

The authority in his voice—not a statement, not a suggestion, but a demand, a direct order—sends spears of heady adrenaline shooting through your chest, body jolting, and you nod, fingers obeying immediately, instinctively.

The heavy brass buckle of his belt jingles as you hastily unfasten it, leaving it hung undone as you shove his jacket up and pop the button of his trousers, mewling a little at the way the smooth planes of his stomach flex, tightening in anticipation.

Hooking your fingers in his waistband, you tug his pants to his ankles, Jouno lifting his hips and aiding your efforts, cock greeting you eagerly a moment later, slit drooling pearly sap.

“Oh, gosh, Daddy,” you whimper, sounding almost on the verge of tears—you’re not, of course, he would know if you were—voice infused with sheer awe. “It’s—It’s so pretty.”

He’s sure it is, with its pretty pink tip, flushed a shade of rose, and its perfectly symmetrical shaft, straighter than Cupid’s arrow, and its delicate veins, ivied around his girth and softer than velvet.

Logically, you should already know this; you’ve certainly seen it enough times. But every time you pull it from his pants is like the first time all over again, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love your fawning, even if it is characteristic.

“I bet it looks even prettier in your mouth,” he says, and there’s a trace of melancholy in his tone, as if he genuinely regrets being unable to see it.

You take that as your cue to get to work, wrapping a palm around the base of his cock and taking him between your lips, tongue curling almost protectively around the shaft as you suck him in.

“That’s it,” he encourages, a palm cupped beneath your chin, thumb tracing the line of your jaw. “Take the whole thing down your throat, as much as you can.”

And, really, you do try your very hardest, your very bestest, to take as much of him as possible, throat gorging on his cock.

But it still isn’t nearly enough.

Because you’re already coughing just before you reach the halfway point, spasming around his tip as your body tries to reject him.

And, oh, that just won’t do.

“Aw, is that all you can fit in your little mouth?” he clicks his tongue, as if he’s disappointed, though there’s a sharp smirk on his lips. “How pitiful. That’s alright, Daddy’s here to help you.”

A large palm finds its rightful place on the crown of your head, fingers splayed across your hair and digging into your scalp as he presses down, slowly, his breath stammering with each constriction of your throat.

This is how it always starts.

Leisurely but firm, you’re forced to take his cock inch by inch until the whole thing’s shoved down your throat, your nose pressed flush to his pubic bone—pause, hold, choke, release, repeat—enabling him to feel every single gag and gurgle his actions elicit, taking his time to savour them, to breathe in your pain and torment and let it marinate in his bones.

Because it’s all so heavenly, isn’t it? To feel every pulse, every choke, every squeeze of distress and know that, despite it all—despite the drops of crystal streaking your cheeks (he can smell them) and the viscous snot pouring from your nose (he can feel them, dripping on his cock) and the foaming little bubbles of spit collecting in the divots of your puckered lips (he can hear them)—you’re still taking him, you’re still doing the very best you can for your Daddy, to please your Daddy.

And that dedication, that utter devotion—that’s better than anything else in the world, that’s the best.

He continues like this, agonizingly unhurried, until your throat is grated raw by the sobs, and your jaw is aching, little muscles stiff and locked, and he can no longer tell which convulsions are from his cock and which are simply a result of your crying.

Christ, it’s so easy to make you cry, sweet little sniffles and shredded little snivels that dribble past the seams of your lips—pretty little mouth jammed full of him—and it’s such a beautiful sound, precious noises reduced to nothing more than a gentle stuttering in your throat as they’re pushed back into your chest by the steady driving of his cock.

Finally the pressure on the back of your head lets up, but you don’t dare raise a mere centimeter, whole body quivering as you struggle to stay right where he left you, mouth stretched wide at the base of his cock.

He ceases all action for a moment or two, forces you to hold the position, revels in the sweet sounds of anguish trembling around his cockhead, before his palms grasp your cheeks, fingers so long they nearly overlap at the back of your skull, holding your head steady.

And then, he truly begins, abrupt and without any warning, hips pumping hard and fast, fucking your mouth with a sort of ruthless vigour, a relentless voracity, the thick soles of his boots squealing against the hardwood as he uses his planted feet as leverage.

Your grip on his legs tightens with each piston, nails biting into the flexing muscles of his thighs, and he laughs breathlessly; how absolutely adorable.

And oh, it’s so messy, he can feel your stringy saliva drooling from the corners of your mouth to drizzle off your chin in fat, sticky cords, swaying and stretching with each ram of his cock. They splatter almost artfully across his bare thighs, cooling upon impact, inspiring a crop of chills to pebble across his skin.

He can feel your warm tears, too, dripping off your jaw to collect on his flesh in little puddles, can smell their potent salt—bitter and tangy and making his mouth water—as they leave crusted trails on your cheeks. Thick hunger collects in the creases beneath his tongue, a longing to lick them clean from your face, to sop his tongue full of your devout servitude and stain his tastebuds with your tartness, to swallow down any and every bit of you, let you take root in the pit of his stomach and bloom there, grow there, fester there, for eternity.

Everything must hurt, he thinks, all your muscles coiled tense and taut, but you pry your jaw open wider for him, just like the good girl you are, desperate to take as much of him as possible, devoted to your cause.

Because no matter how much it hurts, you’re enjoying this just as much as he is.

A moan catches in his throat as the dense scent of your arousal hits him, and God, it’s so strong, you must’ve soaked right through your panties by now, must be gushing slick all over your inner thighs, coating them in your essence.

He wishes he could taste that, too; mop it up with his tongue and saturate every inch of his mouth with you.

“You’re so wet from this, huh?” he says, question fading into a feathery breath, the only indication this is affecting him at all. “Naughty girl. Are you leaking all over our nice hardwood floor? Should Daddy make you lick it up afterward, punishment for making such a mess?”

You choke around his cock in response, and he groans, hips stuttering slightly before regaining momentum. The rubber toe of his boot nudges your thighs and they part instantly for him, allowing him space to wedge beneath your cunt.

“My poor baby,” he spits through a mocking pout. “You must be so horny from sucking Daddy’s cock. Here,” his toe pushes up, grinding into your hole and evoking a soft yelp, “why don’t you hump Daddy’s boot while he occupies your mouth.”

You comply immediately, hips snapping into action, rutting against his foot with a sort of greedy eagerness, ravenous for any little part of him he’ll give to you.

He can’t feel how sopping wet you are through the thick rubber of his boot, which is truly such a shame, but he can hear the embarrassing squelching of your drenched cunt as you rub it into his toe.

It’s probably leaving such a pretty sheen of your slick across the top, a thick layer that glitters as prettily as the tears on your face must.

“There you go,” he says, sugary sweet condescension dripping from his words. “Does that feel better, baby?”

All you can do is whimper in agreement, the gentle sound sending vibrations down his shaft, and his hips jerk, belt buckle clinking together as his thrusts turn vicious, such a delicate melody contradicted by the growls and snarls he keeps swallowing back.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he nearly gasps out, edges of his letters turned ragged. “Such a good little toy for me, aren’t you?”

He hears your heart jump in your chest, fluttering at his praise, a torrent of warmth rushing through his veins in response, leaving his blood tingling.

“You love it when Daddy uses you, don’t you, precious?”

You respond with another sloppy moan, tongue quivering around his cock, and a whine breaks in his throat, sharp and jagged.

It’s building in his gut, a heady rapture, stomach beginning to contract as the muscles draw up into firm knots, scrunched by cresting pleasure. Shards of hedonism escape his nose in uneven little huffs, matching the relentless pace of his hips.

It all harmonizes so perfectly, the sounds shattering on his tongue and the stifled sobs shoved back down your throat and the squeak, squeal, squelch of your cunt on his boot, of his soles on the hardwood floor, of his cock fucking your mouth.

His actions have turned clumsy now, a stark contrast from his usual prim perfection, palms slippery with sweat on your jaw, grip tightening as his fingers readjust, digging bruises in the shape of his prints into your scalp.

He’s sure they’ll be swollen tomorrow. He can’t wait to feel them.

Three more thrusts and then he’s forcing copious amounts of hot, thick cum down your throat, holding your head in place as his cock throbs on your tongue, each pulse spilling another rope of cream into your mouth.

And, oh, it’s so much, too much, cum collecting in the divots of your cheeks and the creases beneath your tongue, but you don’t waste a fucking drop, swallowing obediently around him with every surge, making room for the next load.

And then you don’t fucking stop, zealous in your quest to milk him for everything he’s got to give you, desperate to fill your tummy with as much of him as you possibly can, enough to sustain you until you get to see him next, at this time tomorrow night.

You suck him fucking dry, suck every ounce of cum from his balls, suck until a bristled shudder runs through his form and a hiss is spit through his teeth, the white-hot overstimulation now too much for him to bear, fingers tangling in your hair and pulling you up.

You collapse on his thighs the moment he releases your head, weeping into his soiled skin—a mess of salt and drool and snot and cum—your ribs hiccuping with frayed breaths and harsh sobs, nails scraping weakly against his flesh in a pitiful attempt to tug yourself closer.

A coo slips from his lips, the sound both compassionate and condescending, as if he finds your tattered soul so cute; slashed yourself to pieces for him, always for him.

“Come here, darling,” his hands slip beneath your languid arms and hoist you up, dragging you into his lap and cradling you to his chest, collecting the remaining ribbons of you in his arms, strong and protective.

“Da-Daddy!” you’re wailing into his neck, fingers curling in the collar of his stiff jacket, spit and tears staining the pristine material a chalky white. “Daddy, Daddy.”

Clinging to him, you bury your face in his shoulder, another rough sob hacking through your form, and he hugs you tighter, gentle hushes falling from his lips as they scatter kisses across the top of your head.

“I know, I know, I’m here,” he murmurs into your hair, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin. “You did good, sweetheart. You did so good for me. You always do.”

Tender fingers press into your sore muscles as he rocks your bodies; a slow rhythmic swaying, back and forth, back and forth, while sweet nothings pour from his mouth, voice hot against your skin. The words are even warmer, snuggling into your flesh between soft kisses, the little hitches in your breath—residual sobs that have your chest stuttering and your nose sniffling—ironing themselves out with each brush of his lips.

And although he loves returning home to you no matter what the circumstance, this is, and always will be, his favourite way to be greeted after a long, gruelling day.

Maybe he’ll sit here, just like this, for a little while longer.

#jouno x reader #jouno smut #jouno x you #saigiku jouno x reader #saigiku jouno smut #jouno saigiku smut #jouno saigiku x reader #jouno saigiku x you #i can't get him out of my minddd i swear to god it's a sickness

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chuunai · 3 months

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i knowwww baby daddy jouno didn't win the poll buuutttttttt

baby daddy jouno ! who wasn’t surprised when you told him you were pregnant. his hearing allowed him to hear your heart beating and blood rushing. and of course he noticed how the tangy scent of blood—your period—hadn’t been around lately.

baby daddy jouno ! who insists on you resting and stepping back from your usual Hunting Dog duties. you’re growing his baby, not fighting some criminals. he’ll do that.

baby daddy jouno ! who brags about his unborn child to the criminals he captures. they’ll be rotting in prison while he rubs your swelling belly.

baby daddy jouno ! who especially brags about it to Tetcho. that’s another competition won. who would first father a kid. his swimmers were officially superior.

baby daddy jouno ! who finds all noises annoying and borderline overwhelming. yet every night without fail his ear is pressed against your tummy listening to the kicks and heartbeats of his baby.

baby daddy jouno ! who catches himself tracing your facial features with his fingers, wondering what your kid will inherit from you and him. your nose? his eyes?

baby daddy jouno ! who fiddles around with the ring hidden in the closet. you’re nearly six months along, and that’d be perfect to tie himself to you legally forever. his little family would be well protected and loved by him.

baby daddy jouno ! who pops the question when you’re cuddling together one night, slipping the ring onto your finger. it’s not just for the both of you but the baby too. you two may have not had a good stable childhood, but he’d see to it that they would. so just say yes. quell the slight fire of uncertainty in his heart. please.

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

sorry I’ve been dead lately the Dazai fic is KILLING me

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awoogayanderes · 1 year

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TAKING CARE OF THEM WHEN THEY’RE DRUNK

➪ request : “hi’ Can i request taking care of Dazai, Jouno and Tecchou when they’re drunk (I imagine drunk dazai like when he ate the poisonous mushrooms)” - anonymous

➪ other notes : i’ve been getting so many tecchou requests lately, and im glad they did him justice in the anime to look so gorgeous, anyways this was really fun writing, i also wrote this at like 3 am, so i’m sorry if it’s shitty

➪ warnings : dazai being a suicidal bastard, alcohol obv

Osamu Dazai :

- dazai drinks often, that’s no surprise to anyone, but he doesn’t actually get drunk

- but when he does, prepare to even carry this man home with him whining of course

- even when dazai is drunk, he does have some control over himself but as every drunk person, they lose that control once it’s tipped over with another shot of alcohol

- i think he acts a little less extreme than when he ate poisonous mushrooms, mainly because well, they’re very different things

- once you come and get him, he stares up at you with doe eyes, giggling to himself as his cheeks puffen up

- it takes a lot of convincing to let you take care of him, and throughout that he makes a lot of double suicide remarks

- “ahh i’ll let you take me home if you promise to commit suicide with me,” he confidently says as you stare at him with narrow eyes

- once you finally get him home, you lay him on your bed, sighing as you try to take his work clothes off into something more comfortable

- of course, this comes with a suggestive remark of his, still not having sobered up

- even before you’re done changing him, he passes out, loud snores filling the silent air

- surprisingly dazai remembers everything from the previous night, will he admit it? no

- though he’s thankful he has you to take care of him when vulnerable, even if he’s being difficult with you, he’s glad to have you

Saigiku Jouno :

- it’s so rare to see jouno drunk, and if he ever is, it’s in the confinement of your home

- i can’t see any occasion where jouno would actually drink, i think he even looks down upon it but who am i to say

- i think jouno becomes more snarkier but at the same time more softer, depending on what’s happening

- at first jouno acts the same, you almost don’t realize he’s been drinking until you hear him hiccuping with his cheeks tinted red

- his tone seems softer even with his strong remarks, was it condescending, was it loving? who knows, he doesn’t even know

- he insists that he doesn’t need your help even though he almost trips over air twice

- “i can handle myself, don’t you worry your pretty little head over it,” he says to you despite you basically holding him up

- maybe he makes a few remarks on how desperate you are for him, nothing new that he hasn’t said to you before

- i don’t think he’d be able to fall asleep, mainly because he doesn’t want to be unconscious and intoxicated, deeming it not very safe

- so this leads to both of you talking, even if he doesn’t know what the hell he’s saying

- the next day, he’ll tease you for being so worried about him, even though he appreciates the little things you do

- he never thought he’d reach that level of comfort and trust with someone, luckily you filled that spot, and that’s something he can’t complain about

Tecchou Suehiro :

- i don’t think this man drinks at all, not because he hates it but because he doesn’t really see a reason for it

- and because of this, he gets extremely drunk extremely easy, and boy oh boy

- he’d cling to you almost immediately when he sees you, even if you’re at a formal party, he won’t hesitate to lean his body on you

- i don’t think he’ll even realize he’s drunk at all, only wanting to seek you for some reason

- it’s not often that tecchou is publicly affectionate so you almost automatically assume there’s something wrong

- only to see your droopy eyed boyfriend clinging to you as if his life depended on it ( in his eyes it did )

- he questions you when you start to help him, curiosity invading his blurry mind as you try to sober him up slowly

- “oy what are you doing? is something wrong?” he asks confusedly as he sips the water you gave him, savoring it dearly

- he’d only be able to sleep if you’re next to him, putting his body weight on you as his head droops over

- hope you can stay like that for a good while, or else he’d wake up cranky and annoyed that you aren’t next to him

- the next day he’ll be so shocked when you tell him about his experience, not remembering a single thing that had happened, only the headache that ensued afterwards

- it’s a miracle to him that you can tolerate him for so long all the time, even doing it when he doesn’t even know what’s happening, he feels calm and relieved when he’s with you

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spenzitz · 11 months

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UNDER THE WEATHER inc. jouno, tetcho, dazai, chuya

bsd character x sick!reader, gn!reader

a/n~ trying something new! my first time writing for tetcho, i hope i did ok!

JOUNO

if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was the sick one. there’s nothing like spending your precious saved-up sick days being berated by your boyfriend for daring to catch a cold. jouno complains to you all day about having to take care of you, and you remind him that you never asked him to come over. but, according to jouno, if you were stupid enough to get sick, you certainly weren’t able to take care of yourself.

though he would never admit it to even himself, jouno enjoyed taking care of you. it made him feel needed, like there was something he could do for you. he’s still keeping his distance from you though. the only thing more annoying than having to listen to your coughs and sniffles all day would be getting sick himself.

despite this, he can’t help but let you lay your head on his lap as you yawn. “and what do you have to be tired from, hmm?” he says scoffing. you can’t see from this angle, but you can hear in his voice the smile he’s trying to contain.

TETCHO

techo would be the best caregiver. he would make sure you're well fed, hydrated, comfortable, and he’d check your temperature every hour. he’s constantly up and trying to make you feel better as if the harder he tries, the sooner you’ll get better. “tetcho sweetie, can you come sit with me?” you whine from the couch as he goes to make you your third cup of tea.

“oh!” he quickly stirs your tea before returning it to the coffee table and sitting down next to you. he takes one of your hands in his and places his other palm on your forehead. “are you alright y/n?” he asks desperately, giving you a worried look.

you look up at him and chuckle a bit before taking his hand off your head and kissing his knuckles. you wrap your arms around his neck and lay your head on his shoulder. “i’m fine, just a little cold is all…” you mumble into his neck.

“oh, ok.” tetcho sighs as the worry leaves his body. he moves to a lying down position and lays your body over his. “me too.” techo grins and tucks your head under his chin.

DAZAI

dazai is still the same teasing peace of shit when you’re sick as when you’re not. “aww, is my lover not feeling well? need me to come make you feel better?” even through the phone you can hear his signature mocking tone. “no.” you deadpan, “go to work dazai.” you hang up the phone and toss it back on your nightstand.

you start getting comfortable under the covers when you hear your door lock jingle. “y/n! come on hun, i brought snacks!” you hear dazai yell from your living room. you groan as you drag yourself out of bed. you should have known he wasn’t going to listen to you. as he explains it, why in the world would he go to work when he can stay home with you all day?

you were hardly ever late for work and didn’t mind staying late or coming in early to get your work done. dazai had never been a fan of your pesky work ethic, so he took any opportunity he could to be lazy with you.

as you get bundled up under the covers, now migrated to your couch, you notice dazai is still in his sleep clothes. a simple long sleeve t-shirt and sweatpants. he wasn’t even ready to leave when you called him.

once you get settled on the couch and start flipping through tv channels, dazai lays on your lap, facing the tv. you take the opportunity to run your fingers through his fluffy, somewhat dry, hair. he’s got what he wanted so he’s gone quiet now. it’s short-lived.

“oh! i know!” he sits up, unwrapping himself from the blankets. you give him a pointed look, too tired to entertain him at the moment. “some breakfast will ma- hey!” you interrupt him by pulling him back down by his lanky arms. “absolutely not.”

CHUYA

it absolutely kills him that he can’t stay home with you. but, of course, you get sick on one of the days chuya has a meeting he cannot miss. he’s texting you the whole time. partially about how boring the meeting is but also just making sure you’re alright without him. he knows you can handle yourself, but he still worries.

he reminds you to eat and stay hydrated, which you actually needed him to do because otherwise, you would have stayed on the couch all day. when chuya finally comes home, you’re already feeling much better, and while he’s glad you’re ok, he’s a tad bitter he couldn’t dote on you. though, he would never admit it.

“you sure you should be up working? why don’t we go to bed early, i’m exhausted.” he whines as he slouches over you from behind. you look up from your laptop unable to contain the slight grin on your face. he can be the cutest thing in the world.

“i’m sorry love, been resting all day. probably won’t be going to bed anytime soon..” you reach up to bring his head down to your face. you kiss his cheek and hum softly, content to have him home finally.

“why don’t you get ready for bed and join me?” he looks down at you and groans, knowing he really has no other option. he turns his head and kisses your temple before heading to the bedroom.

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#jouno x reader #tetchou x reader #tetcho x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #chuya x reader #bsd x reader #saigiku jouno x reader #osamu dazai x reader

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fairy-writes · 6 months

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Hellooo, can I request Hcs with Jouno Saigiku whose Partner Has a similar ability to Atsushi, just not a tiger but a Cat? And they absolutely love it to be in cat form and just walk around [[:

Thank youuu and I wish you a good day/night^^

HERE KITTY, KITTY!

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing(s): Saigiku Jouno x Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader

Notes: I’m trying out a new format of HCs! Let me know if you like it or not!

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Jouno

I’m gonna be honest, he probably doesn’t care much about your ability at first. Like you can turn into a cat, no big deal; it’s not that impressive.

But if you are a part of the Hunting Dogs, he’s… civil with you.

As civil as someone who is as much of a rat as Jouno can be. (Does this sentence even make sense? Idk, I'm tired lol)

You are likely part of the Hunting Dogs (or maybe you aren’t), but regardless, you specialize in espionage and information gathering.

Like no one bats an eye at a cat lounging around (usually at least), so it gives you the chance to eavesdrop and gain important information on your targets.

Fukuchi finds your ability to be very useful, so it’s understandable that Jouno begins to sense your presence around more often than not.

“What are you doing?” Jouno asks and, for a moment, hears nothing but the sound of a cat purring. He knows it’s you. The Hunting Dogs don’t keep cats around just for shits and giggles. Then, there’s the jingle of a bell and the cracking of bones as you morph and change back into your human form.

The bell had been Teruko’s idea. Something about making it so Jouno doesn’t step on you on accident, given his blindness. Didn’t she know that he wouldn’t step on you accidentally anyway? His senses were much too enhanced for that. On purpose, though? That was another story.

Jouno hears the rustling of clothing as you put your uniform back on. Your clothes didn’t change with you. So whenever you changed back into a human, you made sure to have some clothes lying around so you weren’t walking around in the nude.

“I was sunbathing. I already submitted my reports, so I had nothing better to do. What are you doing here anyway?” You reply, and he can hear your heartbeat get closer as you mosey on over to his side. You wrap your arms around his side and kiss his cheek.

He’d never admit it, but it makes his heart stutter whenever you do that.

But instead, he shrugs you off and tugs you down the hall to where everyone is waiting.

“There’s a meeting. I was sent to come find you.” He says, and you sigh grumpily, muttering under your breath about how “couldn’t it have been an email?”

The meeting didn’t go as planned.

You end up back in cat form, alternating between being curled up on Jouno’s lap or stretched across Tetchou’s shoulders or sitting still as Teruko scratches underneath your chin. All the while, your rhythmic purr rumbles through the room. Jouno listens to your happy heartbeat as he runs a gloved hand over your back when you return to his side.

Eventually, Fukuchi sighs and sets down his papers.

“It’s clear we aren’t going to get anything done today.” He says and dismisses the lot of you. Jouno makes sure to pick up your clothes and heads out, your paws padding behind him as you follow him to your shared sleeping quarters.

Maybe the meeting could have been an email.

#jouno x reader #jouno saigiku #bsd jouno #saigiku jouno #saigiku jouno x reader #fairy writes #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader

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iovetecchou · 11 months

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unintentionally turning them on / part 1

Pairings... Jouno Saigiku x Reader and Tecchou Suehiro x Reader

Contains..! oral m!receiving, kissing, marking, handjob, slight!manhandling

GN Reader.

1,698 words.

Tecchou couldn’t help himself. Everything you did turned him on, and tonight was no exception. One minute, he was mindlessly enjoying his drink as you two sat on the couch. Side by side, watching a movie you both had seen countless times by now. When suddenly, you asked him for a ‘sip’. Leaning in closer, your hand wrapped around his own that still grasped the cool beverage.

You guided the drink to your lips, tipping it forward to get a taste. As you did so, some of it slipped past your lips. Rolling down your chin and further down your neck. Tecchou just watched in awe, feeling his cock twitch to life from within his slacks. With his free hand, he swiftly grabbed a throw pillow that rested on the other side of him. Placing it over his crotch to hide his half-hard cock. “Ah sorry, Hiro! I accidentally made a mess.”

Your eyes darted down. To where the pillow now rested atop Tecchou’s lap. Seemingly puzzled by it. “What’s the matter? Are you cold, Hiro? Here, I’ll go grab you a blanket!” You exclaimed. Placing your hand atop the pillow for leverage as you stood up. Completely unaware that your hand was pressing down against his erection. Offering him some well-needed friction, but it still wasn’t enough.

You froze in your tracks the second you heard him let out a desperate whine. Tecchou’s cheeks flushed wildly as he gaped up at you. “Y/n I-I…” Before he could finish his sentence, you were already reaching for the pillow. You tugged it away swiftly. Eyes immediately honing in on his lap from where you stood in front of him.

A tent formed in his grey sweats and you didn’t fail to notice the prominent wet spot left behind from his precum either. “Tecchou… what’s all this about, hm?” Your eyes never once left his lap, which just caused the poor dark-haired man to flush even deeper. “Y/n I’m truly sorry… I can’t seem to control myself around you. Please, excuse me-.” He made an attempt to get up from the couch. Which you didn’t allow.

Your hands came up to push on his shoulders, allowing him to sink back into the sofa. He stared up at you quizzically, tilting his head slightly in confusion. When suddenly, you sunk down to your knees before him. Your hands found purchase on the tops of his thick thighs. You trailed them higher up the expanse of his legs before your fingertips met his waistband.

You wasted no time tugging on them, wordlessly asking him for permission to continue. Tecchou stared down at you with half-lidded eyes. He was compelled by you. He didn’t even process that his hips were lifting on their own. Allowing you to slip his sweats and boxers off his legs with one swift tug. “If I was the one who caused this… problem, then I might as well help you out. Would you like that, Hiro?”

His breath hitched, cock twitching wildly against his lower tummy from your words. “Yes, p-please!” He whined out. His teeth scored his trembling bottom lip in an attempt to stay composed. But his efforts went right out the window the second your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. Tecchou let out a sharp hiss as you began bobbing up and down his length. One of your hands came down to wrap around the base of his dick. Jerking off what couldn’t fit in your mouth.

“Hah… oh s-shit, angel… feels so hot and w-wet, ah!” His hands clutched the couch cushions on either side of himself severely. It took everything in him not to fuck up into your pretty little mouth right now. His eyes were glued to your face. The sight of you taking his cock like this was driving him wild. Needy whines and whimpers escaped past his parted lips as he watched the drool roll down your chin and neck.

The same way his drink did earlier; the whole reason you’re in this position, to begin with. You could feel Tecchou throbbing in your mouth. You knew he wouldn’t last long with the way your movements began to pick up in pace. You pulled back to suckle his tip, eyes locking onto his chestnut ones. That was the last straw for Tecchou. Seeing your teary eyes peeking up at him, with your mouth stuffed full of his cock and drool smeared all over your chin, was too much to endure.

“Fuck, y/n… cumming- I’m cumming-!” One of his hands tangled in your hair in an instant. Forcing you all the way down his length. Tears spilled past your lashline as you struggled to take him entirely. Your glassy eyes widened in shock as the first ropes of his cum shot down your throat. Causing you to gag around his twitching cock. Tecchou couldn’t help but groan at the feeling of your throat convulsing around his cock as the last of his load spilled down your throat.

A moment later, his hand untangled from your hair. Allowing you to pull off of his spent cock. You coughed slightly as you tried to regain your breath. Some of his cum seeped out past your lips. You took your thumb to swipe it off the corner of your mouth, pushing it past your lips. You suckled on the digit, savoring his taste with a small hum of approval.

Tecchou never once took his eyes off of you. Your actions caused his dick to twitch back to life. Which… didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Hiro… you’re still…?” He leaned forward, capturing your lips. Getting a taste of his own release the moment his tongue swiped along your bottom lip. “I… want to try something else this time. Why don’t we switch places?”

Jouno could hardly focus on his work. You were in the living room, making the most obscene noises. And it was becoming increasingly distracting. The second he would pick up where he left off on his audio report from today's mission, he would be rudely interrupted by your sultry sounds. He wasn’t ticked off because he despised your noises.

No… it was quite the opposite. Jouno has been sitting at his desk with a raging hard-on for the past fifteen minutes. That’s what pissed him off. “Y/n! Cut it out, this instant!” You jolted upward at Jouno barging through your shared space. Stopping in your tracks. “What? What’s the matter?” You huffed out, getting up from your spot on the floor to meet him halfway.

“You’re distracting. I’m trying to get my work done. Can’t you go to a gym like a normal person?” You gave him a pointed look, not that he could see it anyway. But he could sense your confusion. However, that didn’t last long. The second your eyes traveled lower… Jouno heard your heart rate pick up. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the sight of his erection straining against his slacks. Jouno couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at your physical reaction.

“I need you to make this quick, princess. Some of us are still working, you know.” He quipped out. Walking over to the couch, making himself comfortable before he began unzipping his pants. Jouno lazily pushed his slacks and boxers down his thighs just enough to let his cock spring free. You watched this unfold right in front of you. Taking slow steps in his direction before making yourself comfortable beside him on the couch.

You instinctively wrapped your hand around the base of his leaky cock. Pulling a low grunt from the blind king himself. “Tick-tock, princess. I must submit my report by five o’clock.” He huffed out, offering you a sly smirk in the process. You clicked your tongue, too unbothered to banter back and forth with him… right now. Instead, you settled for pumping his needy cock at a vigorous pace.

Jouno threw his head back from the mind-numbing pleasure you were granting him. “Fuck… just like that, princess.” He grunted out. Lifting his hips lazily to fuck up into your hand. Your lips found their way to his exposed neck, kissing and nipping up the expanse of his throat as you pleased. Pulling a needy moan from his lips. Your free hand traveled up under his shirt, cold digits exploring his lean tummy.

The second your fingers grazed over his sensitive nipple, he gasped. Jouno’s cock throbbed within your hand at the sudden stimulation. “Keep going… don’t fucking stop.” He whined out, head still tipped back; reeling from the way you worked his cock. You twisted his nipple with ease, flicking over it as you so pleased. Your movements against his dick became rougher. At each upward stroke, you would swirl your palm along the tip of his sensitive cock.

Jouno couldn’t take this for much longer. He was mere moments from letting go. You could sense this, pulling away from his neck; admiring the little love bites you left behind. “Jouno…” You panted out, snapping him out of his daze. His head whipped forward and just as he was about to respond, your lips were on his. You kissed him passionately, hand never once faltering in their movements.

Before you knew it, Jouno was moaning against your lips desperately. The coil within him snapped, and his thighs trembled as he came all over himself and your hand. Moments later his hips rested back down atop the couch and your hand came to a slow stop. A string of saliva connected your lips as you pulled away from the heated kiss. “And you still have five minutes to spare. Go clean yourself up, and let me finish my workout in peace!”

Jouno let out a low chuckle as he tried to regain his composure. He swatted your hand away, suddenly feeling extremely hyper-sensitive. After he tucked himself back in his slacks, one of his hands came up to grip your chin. He pulled you in close, breath fanning over your lips as he whispered out, “Don’t get smart with me now, y/n. You won’t be feeling so mouthy when I’m finished with you later.”

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