𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲 𝓞𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓾

💙𝓞𝓱! 𝓒𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓢𝓪𝓾𝓬𝓮...💛

𝐵𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝓊𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒...𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝐵𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑜 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝒟𝑜𝑔𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒮𝓊𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒. 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎.

It was Christmas Eve and all through your house, nothing was stirring not even a mouse...well that was a lie. Frantically, you emptied the cupboard looking for cranberry sauce. Even though your Christmas day would be on your own, you still had a turkey and without cranberry, it was dry as an old shoe.

"Where are you...you little bastard...I know you're in here...aha!" cursing as you pulled every other condiment out but the actual one you want until at last, you found the jar. Pulling the sauce out, you looked on in horror, like a monster, you'd not thought to check the date upon the opened lid.

It was very out of date, so much so that there was a whole civilisation growing within it.

"Oh, for fuck sake!" slamming the jar on the worktop, you groaned and grumbled as you began to layer up. A thick, puffy coat, scarf, a woolly bobble hat and thick boats after all the ground was covered with a layer of snow and it was continuing to fall. It was picturesque if you really stopped to think about it. However, you were in a rage with yourself for forgetting to check you actually had the fruity bastard of a sauce.

It was getting on for about 8 pm and as you can only image the streets were pretty clear, a few last-minute shoppers such as yourself out getting the last forgotten bits. Most of them would have families at home, whereas you'd got enough food for a feast but there was just you.

After moving to the city in September, you were yet to make a friend and you had no family to speak of. It was like this every year, alone, eating leftover until the new year and then continuing to work again. Same old shit, different location.

The glow of lights from the local seven-eleven was like a beacon of hope, as you prayed to any god that would listen that there would be a ruby jar of the magic moistening sauce to sacrifice to the dry festive bird. Sure you could have beef, or chicken maybe pork but something about turkey brought back once happy memories of a family.

Quickening your pace, as the doors flew open a man in a trench coat walked out holding a can of coffee, but you'd not noticed him as you beelined for where you knew the condiments of the establishment were kept, only to be extremely disappointed by the lack of cranberry sauce.

"Shit! Bollocks! Bastard! Wanker!" grumbling as you retreat back into the cold in search of another store, like a mad man on a mission. The spar, nothing, COOP nada, then you saw a Waitrose.

Swallowing your pride, not all their products were overpriced, they did have a basic range, however, as a curse from god's that you'd access to praise a miracle upon you, they laughed in your face as the most luxury cranberry sauce sat staring on the shelf...the last jar.

Biting your lip, debating if it was actually worth the price tag that the jar currently held until your stubbornness set it. Snatching the jar off the shelf before someone came and stole your last lifeline, you went to the checkout feeling sick before you began the journey in the snow back home.

As the snow became heavier, you could see the faint glow of your building across the bridge. Alas, when you got onto the bridge itself, a man was stood on the railing with his arms stretched out as if rearing up for a swan dive straight off the bridge in the frozen water below.

Slowly, you began to approach the man that clearly hadn't noticed you as of yet before his eyes turned towards you and a huge grin on his face. It looked as though he appeared happy, that the idea of taking his life gave him a sort of thrill.

Turning his head back to the view in front, the man closed his eyes and began to fall forwards, but you'd already began to rush forward dropping everything. Before his feet left the rail, you had grabbed his trench coat surprising him, and pulling him back to your side of the bridge. The sudden yank sent the two of you flying back, luckily landing upon the soft crunch of the snow.

The man lying on his back onto of you, as you lay slightly winded by the sudden hit to the stomach.

"Oh man!" the guy groaned as if disappointed that you had ruined his plan to kill himself. "Well, I can't commit suicide now can I..." whining like a child the man got to his feet, lowering a hand to help you to your own. Taking it, he pulled you into his body, "Unless a pretty girl like you would like to do a double suicide...that would be the perfect way to go with a woman as stunning as you," clearly, it shocked you at first before you pushed the creep off you.

Brushing the snow off your coat, you realised you weren't wearing your hat before it was being dangled in your face by the guy that you'd not seen move.

"Your hat my lady," his voice was nice, playful and a comedy behind it, as you took it his thumb gripped your chin, making your face lift to look into his face...his handsome face, with narrow dark brown eyes that stared into your (e/c) ones mesmerising you for a second before moved your face out of his grip.

Grumpily, slightly sexually frustrated now, you put your hat on as the man followed you like a lost puppy to where there was what looked like a crime scene of red glistening liquid as you soul nearly escaped your body.

"MY CRANBERRY SAUCE!" dropping to all fours, you clenched at the snow.

"Oh my...this doesn't look good. That's quite an expensive jar of cranberry sauce. You must really like cranberry sauce," the man was now crouched next to you looking at the scene of the cranberry massacre. Feeling his presence, you turned a fierce gaze in your eyes.

"No, I just don't like dry fuckin' turkey!" gritting your teeth, before they begin to chatter from the cold as you scoop the spillage carefully up with the bag before storming to the bin and begin to head to your home, giving up on the sauce that is clearly cursed.

"Well, this is a tough quandary," the man is matching your pace as he scratches his chin, a vein beginning to pop out of the side of your head. As the guy is beginning to annoy you now, as you couldn't work out his deal.

"I've got a jar..." his words made you stop in your tracks, eyes glancing to the tall stranger next to you, "I live just down here. If you would like to follow me," grabbing your wrist, not actually giving you the option as he began to drag you towards the direction.

"Oi weirdo...pervert, where are you taking me!" you call out making him stop.

"Oh, I apologise. I'm Dazai Osamu and you are?" standing under a streetlight, the snow falling on his pale face, you couldn't help but blush. Something about this man said that you wouldn't get hurt by him, that he was genuinely taking you to fetch the cranberry sauce.

"Erm (f/n) (l/n)," bashfully looked away, as Dazai grabbed your hand is and began to lead you just a little way into town to an apartment block. Looking down at your hand, you couldn't help but internally feel a warmth running down your body, your mind beginning to head towards the gutter.

Dazai happened to glance back at you, noticing the thought look in your eyes a smirk playing on his lips. He'd not been able to commit the perfect suicide that wouldn't inconvenience anyone, he'd tried multiple times, but he'd found something else. Apart, of him wanting to see you again, or in a better light with a lot less on.

"Here we are," opening the door to an apartment, the two of you walked in, "Drink?" the man asked, for some reason the warmth of the apartment made you nod and accept. "Great, why don't you warm up a little before you head home. Take a load off," a big grin formed on his face.

"Sure...but I can't stay long," it was a lie, Dazai read straight through it. It wasn't that you didn't want to stay, it was the fact you wanted to stay as he watched you begin to slip the warm weather clothing off, leaving you in some black leggings and a baggy long-sleeved top with no bra as you'd been in a rush to get out the house.

It was warm, but your nipples were still slightly visible through the thin material from the cold. A little self-conscious, you crossed your arms across your chest as the man came back in with two glasses containing bourbon on the rocks and a jar of cranberry sauce.

"Told you I had a jar," a smug look on his face as you rolled your eyes. "Merry Christmas!" the man commented passing you the glass, as you chinked it with his.

"Merry Christmas...I gotta ask, why were you gonna jump off the bridge?" it had just crossed your mind that it was how you'd met not 40 minutes ago. The man glanced at you for a second, as if thinking of whether it be worth telling you, a stranger.

As you watched him closely, the liquid in your glass sending a tingling burn down your throat, you couldn't help but stare at his features. The way his brunette bangs covered his face, then your eyes worked down his body, now that he was only wearing shirt and trousers, it revealed he had bandages covering his arms, around his neck most likely going down his torso.

"I guess you could say..." his voice so suddenly caught your attention, " I believed I could fill this hole and find a reason worth living for if I lived a life of bloodshed and war, once but..." something in you snapped as you placed your drink on the table, pushing the man onto his back, smashing your lips to his.

Dazai had been waiting for you to make the first move, but now the gloves were off as his finger tweaked your perk nipple that had kept him distracted since he's sat next to you. The motion caused you to moan against the man's lips as he forcefully shoved his tongue into your mouth. Searching for yours until he found it, wrapping it around.

Dazai's hands gripped your hand wrists, repositioning your hands to his throat as your eyes widened but a perverted smirked crossed both your faces as you applied pressure making the man gasp air as you rubbed your legging covered pussy against his crotch. The feeling of his member twitching and getting thicker the more pressure you applied before you moved them from his neck.

The man below you sat straight up, your hand beginning to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt before getting pissed off and you rip them in a rage. Dazai loved the fire in your eyes, knowing what you wanted and just taking it. The shirt went flying, his own hands gripping the thin fabric that covers your perky tits, tearing it to reveal your erect nipples, ready and waiting to be punished by his teeth.

Biting down, hard the pain shot down your body, making your clit throb in with the need of friction. Gripping his messy hair tightly, painfully he whimpered in pleasure against the mound of your breast. Pulling him away, the lewd look of lust was on his face as you got up, slipping the black legging down your silky legs taking your underwear with them. Pushing back on the sofa, you straddled his face.

"You better make me cum... otherwise I won't let you cum," ordering the man pushed his dick to a whole new level of hardness. It was painfully restricted in his trousers, that turned him on, but when you gripped it pushing down, almost crushing his dick with your grip he knew you were perfect.

Instantly, Dazai grabbed your ass pulling your dripping pussy onto his face to practically suffocating him, shoving his tongue so far in, you could have come on the spot, but you weren't going to give in so easily as he moved your ass up and down, his tongue penetrating you better than any of the dicks you's had in the past.

The feeling of his dick in your hands wasn't enough anymore, sitting fully on the gorgeous face, you began to undo his trousers slowly as you could feel him struggling to breathe, but his cock twitching lifting slightly to let him breathe before suffocating him with your cunt again.

Once you released his cock, he hissed in pleasure against your pussy before complying fully to your whim. Getting close to cumming knowing you may lose the control you currently have over the man once you do, you bent down nipping the end of his dick covering your lips with pre-cum before taking it fully in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as his hips began to move on their own, his grip on your ass tightening as he ate you out.

Taking his cock out of your mouth, your spread his legs slightly, Dazai letting you do whatever you wanted to him, the pleasure, unlike any other woman he'd ever been with. Spitting on your hand, you began to pump his cock your pussy twitching upon the man's tongue.

Stopping, you sucked on your middle finger as you placed it to his ass shoving it in, Dazai never having his ass penetrated yelped in pleasure biting down on your clit. The pain was too much, it was too good as your floodgates came crashing open that you hand to quickly pull your finger out to brace yourself as he brutalised your pussy.

"Fuck Dazai...shit..." digging your nails into his thighs, the man lifted your ass to get the view of your face as it scrunched up. It was adorably sexy, as your eyes locked onto his watching you, "Want me to continue?" smirking at the man, a roguish smile crosses his lips as he lets you go.

Going to the bottom of the sofa, you remove his trousers fully as you lean down and begin to lick the man's twitching asshole a free hand grabbing his solid cock, being to pump as he grips your hand to help but also to go tighter.

"Shit ...fuck...!" Dazai cried out as you pulled your face away to see his head back, you decide to take him by surprise. Removing your tongue, you spit on two fingers as you continue to pump his dick, you slip the two fingers in his tight asshole as he cries out from the pleasure.

The wall of his rectum is tight around your fingers as he begins to lose all reason, not able to assist you wank him off he lets you pleasure him, leaving himself to your mercy.

"Dazai...tell me how good it feels when I finger your ass!" ordering him, his narrow eyes looking down as you bite your lip, beginning to spread you fingers widening the man's asshole.

"Fuck...(f/n) too good...shit...I... wanna cum..." he becomes to come incoherent.

"Tell me what feels best, baby," purring at the man you began to pump your things within him, his eyes widening as you grip his dick tighter. "Does that feel good...what about this?" changing you shove your slender fingers in curling them, looking for what you know to be male g-spot. Rubbing along the walls of him, when your finger pushes in one spot, he practically flies up before his breathing speeds up.

"There it is...Fuck my mouth you dirty pervert bastard," you grin as you place your mouth over his dick, pushing hard onto his g-spot, his hands wrapping in your hair pushing your down on to his twitching cock, that becomes hotter and hotter the more you press until your head is held down, liquid shooting straight down your throat, spilling out of your mouth before you pull your fingers out Dazai's ass moving up his body, your mouth full of cum as you both begin to make out, sperm all over your face as you look like a messy eater.

Dazai's hands pull your pussy, opening to fit his dick that's not satisfied between your hot lips, slamming you roughly down, making you cry out against his mouth.

"Fuck me you dirty bitch...." he growls, both your mouths sticky, his hands tightly grabbing your ass pulling onto him before pulling, moving you slightly forward as him rams, forcing his full shaft into your extremely tight asshole.

"DAZAI!" screaming out, the reaction he was wanting, making his dick twitch, some his hands going to your pussy and roughly shoving three fingers in. Moving the best, you can, you slide yourself onto his dick deeper, not allowing him to pull out as you rotate, drool leaving your mouth that is won't close as a constant stream of cries of pleasure, leave you as well as the man below you before the two of you cum, not warning the other.

You're not even sure what time the two of you blackout from the rough sex, at some point Dazai had grabbed the trench coat covering the two of you lying naked and entangled in each other's bodies. The two of you definitely saw in Christmas day and Santa wasn't the only thing that came that night.

The only reason the two of you woke up was when someone kicked Dazai's door in, a group of people rushing into the room.

"Dazai are you here...we've been looking for you all..." the group stood there frozen to the stop at the multiple bottles of booze littering the floor, torn clothing stains that were definitely bodily fluids some that they weren't sure what the hell they were.

"Oh hey, Kunikida, Atsushi ah boss you're here too...the whole gang," Dazai popped up from the sofa as you popped up as well the sofa covering the two of your bodies scratched your head.

"Do you know these people Dazai?" glancing at the guy, sore, hungover and very sexually satisfied.

"Oh yeh. I work with them...I bet they were thinking I would try to kill myself," he chuckled as you whacked him around the head.

"Well, you did you, idiot," groaning the group chuckle at you, "I should get home." smiling you wrap his coat around you.

"Sure...you did say last night remember that you would hold Christmas dinner for anyone that turns up to find me in the morning...that you have way too much food and the fact you're my woman you can't see me starve on Christmas day!" giving you puppy dog eyes, the group stood stunned as you for a second before sighing.

"I did. I'm borrowing some clothes...you're all welcome to come to my home." smiling you go to walk off before popping your head back through the door as Dazai is explaining briefly.

"Oh! Dazai, make sure we do not forget the cranberry sauce!" you call out before getting ready and heading off back to spend your first of many Christmas' with Armed Detective Agency members and most of all Dazai.

~𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓷𝓭~

𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 10th 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪𝔂'𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓘 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲 𝓞𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓾 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸 Kesh-kringe, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓪 𝓸𝓯 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭!

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