#Fyodor is growing on me guys

[bealzebubs-blog]

Kinda inspired by "bedroom at the end of the universe" on Ao3

[chuuyrr]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 .ᐟ

feat: dazai, chuuya, fyodor

ꨄ˙ CW(s): gn! reader, mentions of alcohol (reader is drunk)

ꨄ˙ SYNOPSIS: in which you drink too much and don't even realize that your boyfriend is your boyfriend or you might as well be drunk in love

in the dimly lit bar, the air was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. you found yourself swirling the remnants of a colorful cocktail, the room around you blurring as the night progressed.

DAZAI sits beside you, and couldn't help but notice your flushed-pink demeanor, fueled by the drinks you had consumed, and giggles to himself.

in your tipsy state, you tilt your head, looking at dazai with a playful suspicion. the room spun slightly, and you sway on your seat, trying to focus on his face.

"you know," you slur, "you're a suspicious stranger. i bet you've got some secret agenda." you point an accusing finger at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

dazai, amused by your playful accusations, couldn't help but giggle even more, "oh, do i now? well, i'm just a harmless 'stranger' who happened to find the most adorable drunk person in the entire bar."

you raise an eyebrow skeptically, still not recognizing him, "adorable, huh? well, mr. stranger-fanger, you're gonna have to prove it." you cross your arms, a challenging smirk on your flushed face.

dazai, seizing the opportunity, wraps his arms around you with a mockingly serious expression, "see? no danger here, just a guy who appreciates adorable drunks."

you broke into a fit of giggles, melting into his embrace, "well, you're not that bad for a stranger, i guess."

completely unaware that the 'stranger' was, in fact, your boyfriend, you continued to enjoy the whimsical dance of laughter and teasing, creating a memory that would undoubtedly be cherished in the days to come.

"i'm gonna be serious though, i am your boyfriend," dazai says to you.

you blink softly at him, your tipsy-drunk state had somehow lead you to look at him as such. dazai blinks back before a grin starts to tug on his lips.

"do i have to remind my dearest? well, then. buckle up because you're in for a treat!" he says before he instantly starts peppering your face in kisses as he holds you tightly.

you immediately start to squeal and giggle as you are reminded of the constant kisses that your boyfriend would give you admist the alcohol in your system.

"osamuuu!" you say in a soft whine before he pecks your lips.

dazai grins even more widely at your cute little whine as he cups your face now, "that's more like it. goodness, such an adorable drunk you are, hmm?"

CHUUYA watches with a mix of concern and amusement as your cheerful demeanor transformed into a tipsy state.

as the night wore on, chuuya decides it was time to take you home. he gently placed his gloved hand on your shoulder, trying to capture your attention, "hey, it's getting late. how about we head home?" he suggests, his voice warm and caring.

however, in your inebriated state, you misinterpreted the situation. you gasp sharply before you squirm in your seat and whine softly, "nooo, i'm having so much fun here! plus, you can't take me home! i have a boyfriend!"

chuuya was flabbergasted, but he couldn't help but chuckle at your resistance afterwards upon seeing this, "come on, baby, i'm not a stranger. i'm your boyfriend, and I just want to make sure you get home safely."

now it's you blinking softly, looking at him with a mix of confusion and innocence, "boyfriend? really?" you giggle, completely unaware of the true nature of your relationship.

"you're being so silly right now, i almost can't with you," chuuya sighs, still laughing softly, "geez, i didn't know my baby can be this forgetful with this much alcohol."

undeterred, chuuya continued to coax you gently, his amusement growing as you stare at him in awe as you begin to pat his cheeks in your warm hands, "this pretty face is all mine?"

chuuya chuckles again, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as he takes your hands in his before leaning in to press a lingering kiss on your lips and whispering, "i'm all yours, baby."

the night unfolded in a blend of laughter, warmth, and the endearing challenge of convincing you that the 'stranger' was, in fact, the person who cared for you the most, and you couldn't help but giggle even more into the kiss.

FYODOR observes your increasing intoxication with a measured gaze, a sense of concern clouding his usually composed demeanor.

as the night unfolds, you continued to enjoy the array of drinks that nikolai had generously provided you two. fyodor, recognizing the potential consequences, decided it was time to intervene. he places a hand gently on your arm, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"dear, perhaps it's time to slow down," fyodor suggests, his voice calm and measured as he tries to get you to stop.

you looked at him with a tipsy grin, oblivious to the fact that fyodor was your boyfriend, "but nikolai is just being generous. no harm in a few more, riiight?"

fyodor's piercing gaze held a mixture of concern and determination, "i'd rather not see you regretting this tomorrow. let's enjoy the night responsibly," he insists, attempting to guide you away from the tempting allure of more drinks.

however, in your intoxicated state, you resisted his efforts, misinterpreting his intentions, "oh, come on! live a little, stranger!" you playfully tease, unaware that fyodor was the person you were romantically involved with.

fyodor couldn't help but hide a small smile at your playful antics, though he inwardly feels a twinge of sadness at being referred to as a stranger, maintained his composure.

he observes you with a subtle sadness in his eyes, a fleeting emotion that betrayed the depth of his feelings. still, he wasn't one to give up easily.

with a gentle touch, he cupped your face, making you meet his gaze, "remember, i'm the one who cares deeply for you," he murmurs with a faint smile, his eyes staring in yours.

"i may be a stranger in this particular scenario, but i am not to you," fyodor replies softly, realizing that your drunken state was proving to be a barrier. yet, he didn't relent.

the realization began to dawn on you, your intoxicated mind slowly connecting the dots, "wait a minute... you care about me? really?"

fyodor nods, his eyes holding a mixture of hope and longing, "more than you can imagine."

you blink softly, still processing the situation through the haze of alcohol. before you could react, fyodor leaned in, pressing a soft and lingering kiss against your lips. the touch was tender yet filled with an unspoken depth of emotion, an attempt to bridge the gap that had momentarily separated you.

as the kiss unfolded, a subtle warmth spread through you, and the fog of intoxication seemed to lift momentarily. the taste of familiarity mingled with the hint of sadness, creating a poignant moment that transcended the blurred boundaries of the night. fyodor then pulls away, his gaze searching yours for any signs of recognition.

there was a pause, a moment of suspended realization. slowly, your eyes widened, and a spark of recognition flickered within them. "wait," you whisper, your voice carrying a mix of surprise and clarity as you smile. "you're not a stranger, only my fedya kisses me like that!"

a soft smile tugged at the corners of fyodor's lips as the weight of being called a stranger lifted. the kiss had served as a catalyst, a bridge that connected the fragments of memory scattered in the alcohol-induced haze.

"my, my, how could you forget your fedya, dear?" fyodor sighs, shaking his head before he kisses your lips again and whispers, "traitor.."

ꨄ˙ A.N.: i feel like i might have written fyodor in an ooc-ish way, and if i did, i apologize !! haven't written for him in so long and i don't write for him as often as dazai and chuuya. this is also kinda silly i think now that i've finished writing this lol !! thank you so much for reading until the end (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[chuuyasheaven]

“Disobedient wife !!”— Fyodor Dostoevsky

“He told you multiple times to not touch yourself when he's not there, didn't he? But yet you still decided to disobey Fyodor. . He'll make sure you'll learn your lesson.”

Tags: rough! Fyodor Dostoevsky / afab! Reader, rough sex, slightly degrading kink, slight praising kink, pet names, orgasm denial, masturbation, teasing?, fingering, overstimulation?, blowjob, husband! Fyodor, slight pussy/clit slapping, slightly mean! Fyodor, might contain grammar errors, cringe, etc.

Notes: this might be short sorry guys.

Fyodor was very busy lately, which left you sexually frustrated. I mean, come on, it's been an week already!? You tried asking him multiple times to touch you but with no avail, he insisted to finishing his stuff before laying a finger on you. The only thing which could help you relief some off it would be touching yourself, but Fyodor forbid you from doing that too. In your opinion was this unfair, if he wasn't there to satisfy your needs you should be able to do it yourself, right?

Most of the time he would be in the other room finishing off his work, so you decided to do it secretly. What could be the worst that could happen? There couldn't be any concequence if he didn't find out, right? You just laid there in your bed, being covered by sheets trying to cover yourself, while Fyodor was working in the other room. You took a deep breath before moving your hand down your body until it reached your panties. Through the fabric you tried circling your clit, it felt great, but you needed more friction. With your free hand you lightly pinch your nipple, adding onto the pleasure you circled harsher circles on your clit, putting more pressure on it.

To not be caught, you obviously had to stay quiet, or at least try to whimper quietly. “F–fuck. . .”, you cursed under your breath, this was dirty, sinful even, but you didn't care right now. Continuing for a while, you could tell that you were slowly growing close, but then Fyodor suddenly walked through your door, quite startling you. “My dearest, how are you?”, he asked you, you answered quickly to not raise suspicion. “F–fine!”, you yelped, hoping for him not to notice. “That’s good to know,”, “I thought you had work to do?”, you blurted out asking, he only chuckled lightly. “Well, I'm almost done, I just wanted to spend a little time with you, if that's okay.”, Fyodor informed you. This meant he would be here, you had two options to chose from; either you stop with your movements or you keep going pretending everything’s fine while listening to his voice.

You made your decision quite quickly, your fingers getting you off while you listened to your husband talk. You really thought you were slick, huh? Your panties were soaked at this point, you even feared that you accidentally soaked in the sheets beneath you too. But just as soon you got close enough, with only a few rubs left, you froze as Fyodor said the following sentence. “You seem to be close, I can tell.”, what does he mean? Maybe you just heard him wrong. “Huh?”, was all that came out your mouth. “I know you touched yourself to my voice, dear. What did I say about it?”, you looked down in embarrassment, Fyodor repeated himself as he wanted an answer told from words. “What did I say about touching yourself when I'm not around?”, he said with an slightly more serious tone. “I shouldn't.”, “And?”, he said. “I wasn't allowed to unless you were around, I know.”, you said with a small amount of guilt in your voice.

“And yet you still decided to go against my wishes,”, Fyodor claimed, you still avoided eye contact. “This means I’ll have to punish you, right?”, you looked up at him with an scared but confused expression on your face. “A punishment?”, you asked. “I never thought I would have to, but if you’re being disobedient you don’t leave me a choice, myshka.”, now you regretted it, you never went against his wishes yet you’re about to be punished, speaking of punishment; how would he punish you? “Will it hurt?”, you asked with some concern in your voice, Fyodor only chuckled lightly. “That’s not my place to say, but it won’t be extreme. If you’re so desperate for my touch then I’ll just use that for your punishment,”, wait, he’ll finally touch you? How is that a bad thing? Maybe he’s going easy on you since this is your first! Noticing your sigh of relief, he spoke up again. “But until you learned your lesson, I won’t give into your wishes.”

You nodded, a faint smirk was seen on his lips. “Good, I want you to remove the blanket.”, you complied to his order and revealed your mess, your panties and sheets drenched in your slick. “Would you look at that, you made a mess already,”, Fyodor said looking at it, you slightly blushed at that comment, amusing him only more. “Well, how about we start off easy, hm? Take your panties off for me.”, you complied again, taking them off instantly, making your arousal visible to him. “You’re gonna continue getting yourself off until I tell you to stop,”, “While you’re watching?”, “That’s how punishments work, dear.”, you hesitated at first, then you just shrugged and continued where you left off and rubbed your clit, while silently whimpering. You closed your eyes since this felt a little weird with Fyodor just watching. But you kept going, then Fyodor spoke to you again. “I want you to look at me while you do it,”, you opened your eyes to look at him, he was lightly smirking at you. “I’m the reason you’re touching yourself in the first place, no? Look at me like the good girl you are.”, Fyodor told you, the way he called you a good girl made you wetter, which didn’t go unnoticed by him. “Do you want me to keep talking, my love?”, you nodded as he asked.

“Such a naughty girl, hm? So desperate for my touch, and couldn’t even wait for me. . You wanna cum, don’t you?”, nodding again, you started to rub faster, fast enough to reach your high but before that could happen— “Sadly, I’m gonna need you to stop that.”, you whined as you stopped yourself, losing your orgasm. By now, the sheets were definitely drenched in your slick. “Good girl, you can be obedient afterall. Just for that, you can keep going, but you’ll need to be rougher.”, you went back to masturbating, speeding up your pace and making it rougher. Then Fyodor corrected you on something. “I only said to be rough, not to be faster.”, “So, I need to be rougher but slower?”, “Exactly.”, he approved. You slowed down but kept it rough, soon enough Fyodor started to get a little bored. What did he do about it? Well, he moved closer and gently slapped your hand away to continue. He got his own fingers to go to work, since they were clearly better than you. Fyodor’s fingers were long and skilled, so your high was obviously nearing quicker but when it was almost there, he cut you off again.

“F–fyodor! Stop being so unfair. .”, he could only laugh at this comment. Again, this was a punishment, what did you expect? “I’m being unfair? Do you want me so bad? Well, maybe if you earned it, then maybe I’ll let you cum.”, your eyes lit up after he said it, does that mean you can get your sweet release after all? “How?”, “Get on your knees and find out, dear.”, he explained, and you instantly knew what to do. You got out off bed and kneeled down in front him, as you reached the ground you looked at him, seeing his smirk. “Come on, I’m waiting.”, Fyodor teased, you unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, then you freed his dick. You got ready to take him, firstly you started to stroke it gently, your thumb rubbing his tip. His breath slightly hitched but he still kept his composure. Finally you took it into your mouth, starting to suck Fyodor off.

He was enjoying this, the way you innocently looked at him while sucking him off so good, he was nearing his release faster. Fyodor was getting closer with each suck, when he was seconds away to cum, he gently grabbed your head and pushed you down to make you deep throat him. This surprised you, but you didn’t care, then he came down your throat, forcing his seed down. You released with an ‘pop!’ and looked up at him again. Fyodor looked at you and chuckled deeply. “Alright, stand up,”, you obeyed him once more, standing in front of him. Suddenly you were dragged onto Fyodor’s lap. “If you want my cock so much, then fuck yourself on it.”, you were excited to hear these words, you positioned yourself right and got ready to take him, your arousal starting to show up again. When you got the right position, you sunk down his cock, moaning quietly as you did so. You immediately started to rock your hips, chasing your orgasm, Fyodor only smirked at this. “Would you look at that, my slut’s enjoying herself, isn’t she?”, you grinded your hips faster at that remark, making it obvious that you liked it. “You like it when i call you that, hm? Such a good slut for me.”, you continued your pace, if not only faster and rougher than before. Soon you reached it, your long awaited release, only to be edged by Fyodor again.

Fyodor held your waist to stop you from moving, which frustrated you way more than with what you started off. “Fyodor! I thought—”, “All this time, I still didn’t hear a apology from you.”, Fyodor stated, you were so frustrated to the point that you didn’t listen and still tried to move your hips, only to fail and Fyodor slapping your clit gently. “I’ll let you cum when you learned your lesson and apologize.”, you looked at him, your eyes filled with frustration, but he looked at you stern, meaning he’ll won’t to anything until you did what he said. “I’m sorry,”, you said before sighing.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you, I wasn’t thinking clearly and just wanted to be touched by you, Fedya. I shouldn’t have gone against your wishes, I’ll never do it again, I swear. .”, you looked away, not noticing his smile of approval. He let go of your waist, “Wasn’t so hard, was it? You earned it, darling, continue.”, you instantly continued where you left off, moaning into his shoulder as your head laid there. You were getting close again, but when Fyodor added pleasure to your clit, you let go and came instantly. You moaned his name while your sweet release washed over you. Just when you tried to come down from your intense orgasm, you felt your hips moving again, Fyodor using you to get to his sweet release. It didn’t take long until his cum filled your pussy, you both were breathing heavily.

“—That’s my girl, so good for me. But we’re not done yet.”

THIS TOOK ME THREE DAYS.

SMALL TAGLIST: @miloofc , @soukokulatte , @crystalice09 , @medusalovessnakes , @kk-oma !!

[vanilladove]

❤︎ ₊ ⊹ get free (bonus)

based off of an anonymous request to see what would happen if reader tried to escape because trust was lost🫣 this is also the 'bad ending' reposted bc 'read more' wasn't working the first time.

pic creds luvpngs | gif creds akashi-tetsuki

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: asylum patient!nikolai x asylum attendant!fem!reader; slight fydor x fem!reader🤫

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: angst + fluff? w/ dark elements; one suggestive scene with nikolai🙈read at your own discretion!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content warnings: feelings of guilt, manipulation + violence, unhealthy relationships, slightly yandere nikolai, this is lowkey sad...😔

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: you've become an accomplice to the doa. however, you've started to grow some doubts about your situation. are you really free or just in another man's cage? not to mention the demon lurking from a distance... ˚₊‧꒰ა read pt 1 & pt 2 & pt3 (good ending)໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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"So, what's your husband like?" Your coworker Juliette asked, sitting in a circle with your other colleague Anaïs, passing around a box of assorted chocolates.

It had been three months. You and Nikolai had successfully infiltrated Mersault, getting more information about the space-creating ability and honing in on potential ability users. Now you were alone, working for the government's IT department--your goal was to create a breach in their database for Fyodor to get into, so he could narrow down the Decay of Angel's targets and get their information.

Anaïs scowled and gave you the chocolates, muttering a word about how she was "low-sugar" before she primped her hair, preparing to brag, "Well, y'know, Louis takes me shopping and buys me new jewelry whenever I want. He just got me a new puppy, too, and he's the cutest little pomeranian!" You giggled a bit as Juliet pouted in envy, "Oh--and he's taking this weekend off, so we can go to the islands together!" You popped a caramel-filled square in your mouth as Juliet rolled her eyes playfully.

"You spoiled princess...Antoine spends all his money on the kids--plus he only gets one weekend off a month and always brings them to our romantic date nights..." Your coworker sighed dramatically, pretending like she wasn't equally as doting over her children, whose pictures and handmade gifts were all around her cubicle.

Ah, children, families, frequent romantic dates, marriage...those were all traditional things you gave up after running away with Nikolai.

You were lost in your thoughts as you popped another rich candy into your mouth--this one being filled with a creamy pistachio ganache that tasted a bit too artificial and made you cringe. Juliette called your name to snap you out of your daze.

"Well, what about you? What's your husband like?" She leaned forward and stared curiously at you, waiting for you to share your little gossip. You chewed slowly, trying to process the question as Anaïs nudged her friend's side lightly.

"Juliette, are you blind?! The girl doesn't have a ring on her finger--certainly she must have a man though--I mean look at her--she's a stunner." Your eyes widened at that as you twirled your wig hair and fixed your fake disguise glasses.

"Oh, well, Anaïs is right, I do have a...lover." Lover...you and Nikolai had never really put an official label on your relationship. You described Nikolai--dubbed as "Nikolas"--to the two other women, trying to stay as true as possible while not revealing his true identity.

Juliet winked at you, "Do you guys have sex? Is he rough, soft, kinky?" She giggled as Anaïs side-eyed her for her childish behavior.

You blushed, well, at least you could answer this question in earnest, "Yeah...he's good...really good." You covered your face briefly, feeling heat in your cheeks when you remembered your little Mersault moments. "But we haven't done anything in a while since he's away on a...work trip." You smiled sadly at that, despite missions being the new norm, you couldn't deny feeling lonely and missing Nikolai constantly.

"Ohhhhh?" Juliette and Anaïs exchanged coy looks, "You need that man to marry you before he leaves you...trust me, darling, I would know." Anaïs said, touching up her lipstick, "You wouldn't want to get knocked up and left alone, would you? Men are too unfaithful these days..."

Yeah, you knew all about that first hand.

You were about to interject until you supervisor knocked on the wall of the space you three were having lunch in. "Lunch break's over. Get back to work, ladies." You all got up slowly, and you held onto the box of chocolates, offering some pieces to Juliette before taking it back to your work desk and putting your headset on.

"You shouldn't eat so many chocolates, ptichka, you'll get a sugar crash." You straightened your back suddenly upon hearing the sultry, russian man's voice in your headset. Fyodor. He usually gave you instructions privately to hack into the system, but he normally only talked to you for mission purposes.

Rolling your eyes, you popped a sweet milk chocolate heart into your mouth, "Hush, I'm stressed. And how did you know? Are you watching me or something?" You looked up by the ceilings to glare into the nearby security cameras.

Fyodor only laughed on the other side. "Oh, milaya, I'm always watching you." Shivers ran down your spine as his voice faded out and you were back to staring at your log-in screen.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You waved goodbye to your coworkers as greeted Ivan--your personal chauffeur--and stepped into the backseat of the car, staring out the tinted window. The car was stopped at a red light when you noticed an animated billboard broadcasting a clip of the news. It was your parents and your in-laws begging for any information about you or your husband's disappearances and the award for either of your safe returns. While that didn't bother you at first--after all, your parents just saw you as a pawn they could marry away for a sound investment, and your in-laws didn't treat you much better either--you couldn't help but feel some remorse from their desperate pleas.

You knew what had happened to your husband--you and Nikolai had killed him. As much as you didn't want to admit it, his death was starting to haunt you. The eerie silence after you'd pulled the trigger and the horrible state he was in before replayed in your dreams, and it didn't help that your lover wasn't there to comfort you anymore. Especially now that Sigma was busy managing the Sky Casino, and you had to work your 9-5 office job, you really had no one to talk to openly. No one...except for Fyodor.

"Welcome back, milashka." Fyodor greeted you as you slipped off your heels upon entering the base. You smiled awkwardly at him, freeing your hair from the wig and slipping your glasses back into your purse. "How was work today?"

"Good...as always...you would know that, though since you're always watching me." You teased, still a bit shaken by what he'd said.

Despite how cold and reluctant he was towards you at first, you'd somehow gotten closer since it was basically just you two at the base. He'd held up his promise and gave you plenty of books to read, so you often talked about literature, which usually lead to deeper conversations. Additionally, although he never addressed you by your name like Sigma, he started giving you russian pet names--some of which were uncannily similar to the ones Nikolai would call you. You tried not to pay it much mind--it was probably some weird power dynamic thing--but you couldn't help but notice how he hid the nicknames and subtle flirting around Nikolai.

Fyodor motioned towards the small table by the fireplace, "I made some tea. Would you care to join me, ptichka? He smirked as you sighed and sat down next to him--you swore the chairs were closer than usual. You pulled the box of chocolates out of your purse and set them down next to a blue and white porcelain tea cup. You poured yourself some black tea before taking another chocolate, this one being filled with strawberry cream. You sulked after seeing a drawing of a happy family on the box, drawing Fyodor's attention. "Is anything on your mind, milaya? You seem bothered."

You eyed him curiously, surprised that he cared to listen to you. You figured you needed to get it off your chest, though, so you opened up, "Well...it's just that I've been alone lately with Nikolai gone, and I've been feeling like maybe this life isn't exactly for me..." You trailed off, a bit panicked when you saw a blank, stoic look on Fyodor's face. You put your hands up defensively, "N-not like I don't want to be a part of the Decay of Angels anymore, but just that I want more out of my life in the future."

Fyodor crossed his legs and rested his chin on his hand, gazing down at you, intrigued, "Go on."

You gulped, "I get so jealous when my coworkers talk about their families and settling down, going on fun vacations, or having daily board game nights...How they can speak so freely about their lives, while I have to live a lie and walk past my missing posters every day...I-I don't have anyone to come home to anymore, either..." You could feel tears start to cloud your vision as you looked down, never speaking this passionately before. You were sure you looked pathetic.

Your eyes widened as you felt Fyodor's frail fingers come up to wipe away your tears and brush across your cheek before landing on top of your hands. They were cold, not as warm as Nikolai's but at least somewhat comforting.

"Perhaps it isn't a different lifestyle you crave, but a sense of belonging and security." Fyodor started, bringing his face a bit closer to yours. "Your heart desires a deeper connection with those around you. After all, you abandoned everyone you knew before and suddenly went into an entirely different life. It's only normal that you would feel distressed after a while. You need comfort--and I'm sure that some part of you wants to give your parents some closure about your disappearance."

Fyodor was being...sympathetic? It was almost scary how well he could describe what you were feeling, along with how surprisingly empathetic he acted. You had quickly learned that he had little regard for others or for defective subordinates.

You looked up at him, "It's not just that, though. Even though it's selfish, I want Nikolai to marry me--or at least make things more serious and clear between us..." You didn't notice Fyodor slightly frowning at that as you continued, "He's just been away for so long, and it's not like I don't trust him, but he really has no obligation to stay loyal to me, and I've already been cheated on before...There's no way I can fall in love with another man being a double agent, so I need to know if he plans on us being long-term or not..." Rambling out the rest of your feelings, Fyodor stroked your hand slowly, his smug smile returning on his face.

"You should tell him that, then. If you speak from your heart and tell him the truth, I'm sure he'll listen to you. After all, he'd fulfill your desires if he really loved you." You pouted.

"But it's Nikolai...at the end of the day, he lives by his own convictions and philosophy."

Fyodor clicked his tongue, "If he loved you, he'd compromise." You weren't quite convinced, but you flinched when he brought your hand up and placed a soft kiss to the back of your hand. "Good luck, milashka." As soon as it happened, he was gone as he dismissed himself and left you alone at the table. You didn't know how to think or process the conversation as you lightly slapped away the faint blush across your cheeks.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Another long day of work had concluded as you wished your coworkers a good weekend and walked out the door. It had been two weeks since your conversation with Fyodor, but it was all that was on your mind. You really needed to talk to Nikolai soon.

Wait. Was that Ivan...holding a bouquet of flowers? Not just any flowers either--they were the same lavender roses you'd been gifted by your ex-patient in the asylum courtyard.

Ivan only gave you his usual twisted smile and laughter before handing you the bouquet as you shot him a questioning look. You muttered a quiet "thank you" as you got into the backseat and stared out the window again, smelling the fragrant roses and replaying Fyodor's words in your head.

It didn't hit you that the road you were traveling on was unfamiliar until the car suddenly came to a stop, and you realized you were in an abandoned alleyway. Uneasiness started to settle in as your driver exited his seat, shutting the car door behind him. "Iv--"

You were interrupted when the door to the backseat flung open and closed as Ivan crawled on top of you, pushing the flowers out of your hands as he pushed his body against yours and cradled into your neck, hysterically giggling. "I-Ivan--" You struggled to shove him off you, but he was too strong, "W-what are you---"

A familiar scent stopped you from speaking as your heartbeat increased. Wait, was that--?

Ivan pulled away from your neck before tugging off his bandages, his whole appearance suddenly fading away before being replaced by...

"K-Kolya! I-It's you!" Relief washed over your face as you looked up to see your lover staring back at you, clearly satisfied from whatever prank he'd just played on you. He kissed away the tears that had formed instinctively from your fear while laughing maniacally.

"Hehe~ Did you miss me, dove? I wanted to surprise you since I just came back. Your reactions were a nice little treat~" You pouted as you looked away, embarrassed that you'd lost yet another one of Nikolai's mini games. His features softened, "I'm afraid I may have gone a bit too far though. I really missed you, myla." His warm, gloved fingers traced over your bottom lip slowly.

"M-missed you too, Kolya. So much..." You sniffled as you pulled his head down to yours, tangling your fingers into his fluffy white hair and capturing his lips in a deep kiss. Your back pushed into the car cushions as Nikolai's hands roamed your body, needy to touch you again after so long--especially since he couldn't contact you. He fumbled with the buttons on your thick coat, hands working fast to get you out of all of your layers.

He groaned into the kiss as you tugged on his locks and wrapped your legs around his waist to press him further against you. By now, he had unbuttoned your light blue blouse to reveal your pretty skin. Nikolai pulled away from the kiss gently to take you in--the sight of you all flustered in just a thin lacy bra was turning him on, evident from his growing arousal that was pushing against your tights.

"Fuck, dove, you're so beautiful..." He dipped back to leave messy hickeys on your neck, whispering in your ear before slowly working his way down, "Your skin's so soft...were you touching yourself while I was away, pryntsesa?" You moaned at that, whining when his hand starting rubbing circles from your hips to your inner thigh, getting dangerously close. The trail of wet kisses traveled down your collarbone and your breasts to your stomach and eventually stopping where the waistband of your black skirt and tights laid. He was panting lightly at this point, devoid of air from worshipping your body. "It wasn't enough, though, was it? You need me to feel good, myla~" He heaved, his face pink and strands of hair falling over his eyes. His fingers hooked around your clothes and he resumed his trail of kisses, about to strip you.

"If he loved you, he'd compromise."

Fyodor's words hit you as you stopped Nikolai, lightly pushing yourself up again. "W-wait, Nikolai, I want to talk to you about something." He grunted, annoyed like a little kid, his bulge still pressing against you.

"Can it wait? I didn't bring you to this abandoned, sketchy alley for nothing, ptashka." You pulled away further, to his disappointment, and pulled your knees up against your body, pouting sadly.

"I know, but it's something that's been on my mind since you've been gone", Nikolai only sighed impatiently as you pleaded, "I promise it won't take too long..." You put your hand over Nikolai's, and he obliged reluctantly, sitting up a small distance away from you.

"Cockblocker...make it quick." He muttered, and you tried not to be immature and giggle. This was supposed to be a serious conversation.

You cleared your throat, "Well, I was just wondering about us...and our relationship..." You flinched when you saw Nikolai's eyes bore into you, "I-It's not what you think---I love you and want to stay with you, but, are we..." You trailed off, suddenly feeling embarrassed and unsure about what to say next. You looked down, mind a muddled mess, but you tried to remember Fyodor's advice.

"A-are we ever going to get married? Settle down and maybe start a family? Move somewhere nice and peaceful, where we can just enjoy each other's company?" Your mind went back to Anaïs and her husband, as you slowly started to look back up, "Go on a vacation together to the islands? Or your home coun--"

"No." Nikolai's dark gaze cut into you, stopping you from speaking any further. "Why would you want that, dove?"

You could feel your heart shattering. This wasn't how you thought he would respond. He was supposed to understand you, to listen to you, to compromise.

"I want a future with you, Kolya, that's why..." You started sadly, throat feeling constricted.

"But we're already together right now, myla. Isn't that enough for you?" Nikolai replied apathetically, his expression stoic and unreadable.

"It's--but my husband cheated on me, so I have to know if you're serious about us. I don't want to be in an unstable relationship anymore." Tears pricked your eyes, threatening to spill out as you could feel your heart breaking, "Anyways, you could just cheat on me, too. You're barely even around anymore, and I'm sure that you're always surrounded by beautiful women...All my coworkers are already married and in a happy relationship, so I feel so behind..."

"Oh, so that's why? Because society's telling you to live that way? Because you want to be accepted and imitate everyone else? That's the exact life I was trying to escape from, dove." Nikolai butted back, smiling cruelly.

"N-no! That's not--" You cried out, not being able to hold in the tears. Nikolai frowned and looked up from your face, reaching up towards your head.

"That hat? When did you get that?" He glared up at the white ushanka on your head. It resembled a certain someone's too closely.

You sniffled, "T-this? It's a gift from Fyodor. 'Cause it's getting cold out." Nikolai furrowed his brows in jealously upon hearing that name.

"From Dos...he's the one who planted those ideas in your head, didn't he?" His fists tightened at the thought of Fyodor wrapping you around his finger; it was his specialty, after all.

You wiped your tears sadly as you lowly shook your head no. At this point, Fyodor seemed to be the only one who understood you. He was the one who'd told you that Nikolai would compromise if he loved you. But he didn't. Did that mean...?

"Tch. Look, myla, stay away from that man. Dos may be my friend, but I don't trust him." Seeing your sad face and lack of response angered him more and he raised his voice a bit, "Stop talking to him, dove. I'm warning you--don't you dare even look in his direction."

Your sobbing resumed as you pulled your head back into your knees, hearing the backdoor shut as Nikolai left and started driving back to the base. You heard the sound of rain in the background as you clutched the white ushanka in your arms, the fluffy hat offering you some comfort.

The ride back was silent.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Fyodor awaited you both when you finally arrived back at the base, the same sly smile on his face. "Welcome back, you two." Nikolai only glared back, holding your hand tightly. He let go suddenly and walked past Fyodor into his stone room, implying for him to follow suit.

Once Nikolai's back was turned away, Fyodor gave you a soft, concerned glance. Your nose and eyes were swollen and red from all the crying. "I'm guessing it didn't go well, milashka?" You shook your head softly, and he whispered about leaving some cookies and tea in your room. He tried to approach you, but a strong voice cut him off.

"Dos, let's talk." Nikolai menacingly called out, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway. You'd never seen him this stern or angry before. He never took anything seriously, certainly you weren't an exception, right?

Fyodor shot you one last empathetic look and went into his room. You shuddered as the sound of Nikolai slamming the door and immediately yelling loudly bounced off the walls. As much as you wanted to eavesdrop, you were worn out and tired.

You retreated to your and Nikolai's shared room slowly, too exhausted to even try the tea and cookies Fyodor had thoughtfully left for you. You barely stripped off your disguise before crashing onto the bed, just wanting the day to be over.

Things with Nikolai could never go back to normal again. You wished you'd just kept your mouth shut, but you also wished Nikolai had been more open to your desires. What were you to him, anyways? And you didn't understand why he was so mad at Fyodor. He'd kept you company while Nikolai was gone, and he'd been nothing but respectful and attentive.

You groaned and tried to shut your eyes to drown out the conflicting thoughts in your head. Everything was way too complicated now. You wished things could be peaceful again. You wished you could escape.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"You want to go back home, ptichka?" Fyodor asked. You nodded in response. The next day, Nikolai was gone on another mission, never coming to your shared bed the night before or saying goodbye to you before leaving.

The russian man sighed, "That's a bad idea. You'll get caught before you know it, and once the press gets a hold of you, it'll be hard to rescue you. Plus you still have your job that could arouse suspicion."

"I know..." You started. "I just...have some amends to make...and I'll only be gone for a day or two...and stay in disguise." Liar. You didn't know why you wanted to go back, and if you were homesick or just trying to self-sabotage yourself. Either way, you knew you couldn't stay here and look at Fyodor or Nikolai any longer. Things were too tense, and you didn't know who was genuinely there for you or just manipulating you.

You couldn't trust either of them. Your plan was to either go back and get caught for your crimes or retreat to the Sky Casino for as long as possible. You bet that Sigma didn't like or trust the two men either.

Not to mention, you'd already left Nikolai a parting text, writing,

"I'm sorry. I'll always love you, Kolya. Thank you."

Not that you even knew if he'd see it, but you still wanted to say something.

"I'll help you." Fyodor finally said, making your eyes widen in surprise. "But I want to tell you something first." He took your hands and held them, running his thumb over your fingers. His touch was cold. "I admire you for wanting to confront your feelings and follow your heart. The rest of us have forgotten such feelings of humanity." He continued, "To see such a lovely, well-read woman like you leave pains me. I'll truly miss you and our intellectual conversations, milaya. So much so that I'll be awaiting your safe return."

You blushed as he kissed your gentle hands, "T-thank you, Fyodor, I'm flattered." Lying again, but you figured you would have to use your 'feminine charm' a bit to fully convince him.

He smirked subtly, "Escaping from another man's cage of lofty ideals and freedom into the outside world...Would you care to do me one last favor, milashka?" You nodded with doe eyes as he leaned into your ear.

"Give me a goodbye kiss." Shocked and flustered, you pulled away and broke contact.

Fyodor only stepped forward and held your face, his soft smile seeming more sinister now, "What's wrong, dove, you just have to kiss me, and I'll help you escape. Not a bad deal, no?" He got dangerously close to you, his hot breath fanning over your glossy lips.

You froze for a second, "I-I can't--" Fyodor only traced your lips ominously, like he was taunting you and asking you why.

"I'm still in love with Niko--"

"Dove? Dos?" Your heartbeat stopped when you heard your lover's voice behind you. Why was he here, and how'd he get here so fast?

You turned around, hoping he would save you, until you saw him holding a gun--the same one he used on your husband.

"Kolya, w-wait, this isn't..." You stopped talking when you heard the gun cock. There was no way you could explain your way out of this. You and Fyodor were just about to kiss, and you were trying to escape indefinitely.

Nikolai narrowed his eyes and pointed the gun at Fyodor, "This was your doing, wasn't it?" Fyodor only remained calm, however, and twirled a strand of your hair while smirking.

"No, quite the opposite actually. Our little dove here was just about to escape and go back home to 'make amends'. It seems like she may still be grieving over her husband and their traditional life together..." Nikolai's grip on his gun tightened, still pointed at his friend. "Actually, she was just seducing me to help her escape. A goodbye kiss, that's what you wanted, right, ptichka?" Your ex-patient's eyes narrowed after hearing the similar pet name.

He turned to you, "Is he telling the truth, dove?" You were shaking, still trying to process the situation in front of you.

"N-no! I was trying to escape with Fyodor's help, but that's it! I swear, I still love you--please believe me, Kolya!" You pleaded, practically begging for your life. Nikolai looked at you regrettably before removing the card over his right eye and laughing bitterly.

"And here I was, rushing back to see you once I saw your text because I was worried about you and wanted to talk things out properly. I'm quite the fool aren't I, dove?" He started laughing maniacally, scaring you. He then stopped suddenly and pointed the gun at you, "But I guess this decision was from your own free will. I was wrong for thinking you were the same as me..."

Anxiety settling in, you couldn't react. What was Nikolai going on about? Had Fyodor said something to or manipulated him, too?

"We got rid of your husband, but now you want Dos, too? You're aren't really mine, are you, dove?" He walked closer to you and pressed the cold metal barrel to your hip. "I'll be nice and let you play one last game, though~" He had a crazy look in his eyes--one dark and emotionless, and the other streaming tears; you were sure every feeling was spiraling through his brain.

Nikolai giggled as he pushed you out of the door onto the floor. You were about to get up in fear when you heard a shot in the background. Did he shoot Fyodor?

Deranged laughter was heard behind you as Nikolai peeked his head out the door, "Better start running, dove. Otherwise the next shot might hit you~" You backed up in terror, standing up and stumbling over to Nikolai, wrapping your arms around him and crying hysterically.

"K-Kolya, you're s-scaring me. I-I love you, s-so let's go back t-to n-normal." Nikolai paused against your shaky body and lifted your face up to his. Tears were falling out both of his eyes now, contrasting the wicked grin contorting his lips. You gasped as he wiped your eyes and licked away your tears.

"You look so pretty when you cry, angel. I'll give you an extra ten seconds for that. Ten...nine...eight..." Realizing you had no way to convince Nikolai to spare your life, you ran, not daring to look back behind you. The man you loved was gone, driven mad by his obsession over you. Your skin crawled as you heard his voice reverberating through the hallways.

"I thought you loved me, dove, but it seems I wasn't what you wanted. I got too attached to you, though, and you know too much, so it seems I can't just let you go or give you to another man. You won't escape my cage."

[irenewsky]

I recently read the Bungo Stray Dogs light novel called 55 Minutes and it has reminded me of how much I love the dynamic between Dazai and Kunikida. Their interactions are sometimes just comedic gold.

(Big spoilers for the novel incoming. Read at your own risk)

Dazai pouted as he rolled around inside the garbage can. "I was waiting for all the guards to leave. And now that the coast is clear, I'll just jump out of this and... Oops, I can't get out."

"Good. Hope you enjoy the incinerator." Kunikida glared at Dazai.

☆〜（ゝ。∂）

"What?" Kunikida's expression changed. "Is that true, Dazai?"

"If it were, would that change your opinion about me?"

"Don't worry. My opinion of you can't get any lower. Now spit it out."

"Ah, your praise brings a tear to my eye!" exclaimed Dazai with a grin.

☆〜（ゝ。∂）

Kunikida was slouching in his seat, drooping his head like an ear of rice. From the side, he looked burned-out, like lifeless ash.

"There was something... not written in my notebook..? That Atsushi knew before me..? My life is over... Just kill me.."

Kunikida moaned like a dying man, then flopped over in his seat.

☆〜（ゝ。∂）

"So you've finally given up being human," muttered Kunikida. He sounded thoroughly disgusted. "How does somebody survive even after stopping their own heart?"

"I learned how to do it during my quest to master the secret arts of suicide, naturally. Hearts don’t take long to starts back up, it’s no big deal.”

"Nothing you say ever makes sense."

☆〜（ゝ。∂）

"How does it feel to be able to listen to my beautiful voice as if I were whispering into your ear? You're so lucky. Oh, I know. How about I sing a song?"

"Just do your job!" Judging by Kunikida's roaring voice, it sounded as though he was standing behind Dazai.

"Don't be so serious. What's the worst that could happen? If we fail, we die. Big deal."

"Don't drag your sick fetishes into this. [—]”

☆〜（ゝ。∂）

"Kunikida," Atsushi said while placing a finger on Dazai's chest. "His heart stopped."

"I see... Atsushi," Kunikida said as if he was struggling to suppress something. "You know the procedure, right?"

☆〜（ゝ。∂）

”Oh, and I heard you guys had been discussing how to bring me back to life behind my back, too. Now I'll have to come up with a new plan to kill myself. But—"

"DAZAAAAAAI!"

"Oof?!"

Kunikida drop-kicked Dazai from the side, nearly breaking him in two and sending him flying to the ground.

"HOW...MANY TIMES...ARE YOU GOING TO...SCREW UP THE JOB...BECAUSE YOU CAN'T SIT STILL?!?! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH...WE HAD TO GO THROUGH...TO BRING YOU BACK TO LIFE...?!?!"

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! Kunikida, please stop kicking and choking and yelling at me!"

"The hell are you talking about?! 'Finally managed to die? You're no longer human! You don't deserve that right! If you really want to die that much, I'll kill you myself! How about this?! And this?! How about from this angle?!"

☆ 〜（ゝ。∂）

"You've got work to do!" Kunikida barked while tossing a stack of paperwork on Dazai's desk. "You need to finish your report of Standard Island, and make it snappy. The Division is growing impatient."

"Whaaat?" complained Dazai, clearly put out. "I mean, I guess I could do it, but... Kunikida, do you have any way I could cool off? Like with your skill?"

"I know a way you could really cool off, but it doesn't have anything to do with my skill. Want to give it a try?"

"Wait—really? How?"

"Stop your heart for two minutes, then let me resuscitate you."

”...I regret everything." Dazai stared at Kunikida with reproach.

This novel has made me miss the simple days when the threats the ADA faced weren’t related to Fyodor or vampires or all the other insanity.

Also, Kunikida did NOT cope well with Dazai actually dying or the stress that fighting against time to bring him back from the dead brought him. The man does care about him quite a bit - to the point that he has thought in excruciating detail about how to bring Dazai back should he actually die.

[Dialogue taken from BSD novel 55 Minutes, pages 64, 96, 108, 117, 184, 228, 230]

[serapheemz]

‧₊˚🖇️✩ His home

The relationship between you and the Sky Casino manager grows wildly to the point you feel as if you had to give into your desires.

ADDITIONAL : Sigma is a bottom ; There's some praise kink sprinkled in there ; First time ; Handjob ; Blowjob ; Gentle sex ; Mind break, kinda ?

Author's note : This is a really short drabble, around 800 words, apologies for not writing a full on oneshot today as I'm feeling pretty icky 🤧

Sigma is and has always been a gentle soul.

You caught yourself being infatuated by him. It could've easily been because he was the only sane member of the Decay of Angels, but deep down you felt it was because his loneliness made your heart sting and your stomach tingle with excitement.

He was one to easily break, and willingly surrender, unlike your colleagues. It was a nice change of pace when you were around him, to say the least.

Whenever Nikolai's or Fyodor's etiquette and actions got to your head, annoying the hell out of you, you'd find yourself hanging around him.

It never occurred to you until recently that he'd become rather attached to you.

Every day he'd discover a new way to be around you. He didn't even need to talk or look at you. His heart fluttered from just sharing the same sofa or bench as him.

You knew of his longing for a home. You guessed he had found it.

You were his home.

You thought of those words one night, replaying them in your head over and over again, and for some reason, your cheeks turned scarlet and your heart beat melodiously in your chest. You had just about forgotten Sigma's head was resting on your shoulder as he peacefully breathed, slowly, in and out, seemingly smiling. Perhaps he was dreaming of something nice.

You couldn't contain your enthusiasm when you heard him softly moan your name in his sleep.

Nevertheless, when he woke up, things took a more sinister turn.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

You pumped your hand around his thrumming shaft, spitting a glob of your saliva and watching it drip down to his balls, where your hands gently fondled.

Only god knows what Sigma was thinking in the moment. His eyes were half-lidded, clouded in lust, his hands gripping the pillow underneath his palm. You swore he was in a state of delirium as you worked your hands around and down his dick.

"You okay?" You spoke, lips latched on his tip, tongue circling it, feeling the crevices.

God, you were destroying the poor guy.

Your touches and kisses to his cock sent terrifyingly pleasurable tremors down his spine, to his stomach where he felt another orgasm coil up and break him down further.

He mumbled and looked away, desperately searching for an object to fixate his attention on, just not you. It wouldn't work, of course. He found himself unable to control his whines anymore, letting them spill and spill from his lips till all you could make out were his begs to come.

"Y-yes, 'm fine... co-com...in..." He sputtered, hand clasping against his mouth.

Obviously, you wouldn't let him do that, not when he was so close to finishing. You slowly raised yourself on your two feet, meeting him at eye level, carefully removing his hand and holding it in your own.

"Look at me, sweetheart." You whispered and he whined, listening cautiously to your words. "You gotta calm down, okay? Hold my hand." He gripped it, trying to ground himself as your hands heightened their speed, squeezing ever so gently around the base of his cock.

"Y-yes, uh-huh...?"

"I know you wanna come, so lay back, you're tense. You'll hurt yourself if you don't relax."

Sigma did exactly as you told him. What a good boy he was. You swore you felt a pang in your heart when you saw how obedient he was, listening to you and following your orders like some sort of dog. It was all too cute.

He leaned back on the bed, giving you space to inch closer to him and inspect his face. His cheeks were hot pink and there was sweat sticking to his bi-colored bangs.

You swiped the hair out of his eyes, leaning in to press a long kiss to his forehead as he stuttered, eyes rolling back into his skull.

The feeling of your body pressed up against his had him back in his delirious state, causing his hips to rock subconsciously into your hands, fucking himself against the fingers you had wrapped around him so deliciously.

"Y/n, o-oh god..." He stuttered, breath catching in his throat.

"Come on, pretty, you can do this..."

"Gonna- Gonna c-c-" Sigma threw his head back, hips giving out from the intense euphoria that washed over him like a wave of pleasure. The sweet aftershocks of his orgasm caused him to frown and hiss as you leaned down to lick the creamy fluids that slid down his shaft.

His eyes held wide and his hands shuddered as they weakly gripped yours. The mere sight of you licking the cum off his dick made him hard again. He sighed, mumbling something under his breath,

"...Can we do that again?"

You looked up at him, eyes sparkling with excitement, "Sure, anything for you."

[osarina]

Vampire Dazai and hunter reader, who’s from an honorable ancient family of vampire hunters who also possess semi-magical abilities that make them immensely powerful and influential in the hunter world. Dazai is a very old, powerful vampire that is bored of his long, dreary life. He’s also a complete horror, having been terrorizing people for centuries and causing bloodbaths to sate his ever growing appetite. When rumor has it that he, who many people think do not exist due to how mythologized he has become, has been sighted in Tokyo, reader, as a part of one of the most powerful hunter families is sent out to exterminate him. For the old vampire whose heart stopped beating long ago, readers appearance made him feel like the organ had suddenly become functional again due to how lovestruck he was at first sight. Their first meeting was her catching him off guard and throwing a dagger at him that narrowly missed, slicing his cheek and causing blood to dribble down. He knows that he should just attack and get rid of this new hunter that just made an attempt at his life, but never has he ever felt so intrigued or starstruck by anyone before, neither while he was human or vampire. Reader does not want to admit it, having been raised her entire life to believe that vampires are the enemy by her prestigious hunter family, but she’s also attracted to and intrigued by this new target with the dark, menacing coat, flawless translucent skin and inhuman beauty. For the first time, she is hesitating before dealing a blow. I can just see them playing a game of cat and mouse for a while, both of them being strong enough and capable of killing the other but refusing to do so against their better judgment, all whilst falling in love. I also definitely see this as a Dazai falls first AND harder situation, like he’s completely obsessed with reader. I can see one of their fights coming to a climax in an abandoned warehouse or something, and reader is pinned to the ground, clutching her dagger desperately in her hand, but she can’t lift it from the ground. He’s looming over her, and looking at her so intensely, she genuinely feels actual terror for the first time with him. He’s slowly bending down over her, pupils becoming slitted, reminding her of his inhuman nature. The tension is thick in the air and he’s looking at her so intensely while leaning over her and grabbing her other wrist delicately, eyes lovesick and desperate. She’s genuinely scared because she thinks that he will finally kill her. So she nervously asks him if he will. He gently cups her cheek and says that it’s something else that he wants from her, before capturing her lips in a deep kiss. She knows that she could, she should, kill him with the dagger right now. He’s in a vulnerable position with his guard down, it might be her only chance, but all she does is let the dagger clatter to the ground before intertwining her hands in his hair and pulling him closer. In the end he turns her into a vampire as well and they both run away and become a menace together, living with each other for many more centuries. Yeah excuse my lack of eloquence this is all over the place but I am drunk rn 🙏🏻

I HOARDED THIS FOR SAURRRRRRR LONG IM SORRY NONNIE BUT WOW. WOWWWWWWWW. THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT VAMPIRE X VAMPIRE HUNTER DYNAMICS THAT DRIVE ME INSANEEEEE

i wonder if ... i wonder iffffff ... do you guys rmr that au i was talking about a while back about vamp!dazai & vamp!fyodor, set maybe during renaissance or some other older time period ... i wonder if it could be set up with some of the old noble families being hunters ...ill have to sit here and BUILD HAHAH u guys know worldbuilding is my favorite thing, maybe ill make this whole kinktober project .. four parts all posted throughout the month .. we'll see

BUT ANYWAY BACK TO YOUR PROMPT, I AM SOOOOO OBSESSED WITH THE IDEA OF DAZAI BEING SO BORED WITH HIS LIFE, all he has is bloodshed and terrorizing people for entertainment but then he meets reader and he's like .oh. he's just so obsessed and enamored by her at first sight and at first she's just deadset on killing him but he just is SOO persistent and he whittles down all of her barriers so when she finally has the chance to kill him .. she doesn't take it

UGHHHHHH

you say excuse ur lack of eloquence because you're drunk but you have me OBSESSEDDDDDD THIS IS SO PERFECT

[wasteofbandagesxx]

Unwanted

{Fyodor x Reader}

Conent: unhealthy relationship, manipulate, gaslight, toxic, neglect

The relationship was a mistake, something you shouldn't have gotten yourself involved with. Now, here you are, stuck with the devil himself. He could care less about your relationship, too busy with his own shit. You felt useless, honestly. You didn't know why you bothered to stay at his side, you were stuck.

You guys never went out on a date, never had alone time together, nothing. You were well aware of being his puppet, but you couldn't care less. You keep tricking yourself into believing that Fyodor needs you and that he loves you, but your well aware of the truth. You've thought of hurting him so many times, but you could never bring yourself to do it. Fyodor would give you little attention and that was enough for now, it's better than nothing. Even if you had the guts to kill him, you knew he would get to you first. He has his way with things. He's a demon, a very cold hearted man that only cares about one thing in the world and that is to make the world pure. Fyodor himself is the opposite of pure, his twisted beliefs clouding his mind. He'd do anything for the world to be pure, he wouldn't let it burn for something like you.

"Fyodor, wanna go for a walk? You've been staring at those monitors for hours and it's bad for your eyes."

"No thanks, another time. I'll be fine, now run along and do some errands for me."

"Fyodor, I've made dinner. Come eat please."

"I can't, I'm too busy right now."

"Can we cuddle?"

"Cuddle a pillow or something."

"I love you hun."

"Mhm, I know you do."

As much as you tried being affectionate and caring for him, he just pushes you away. He doesn't desire you the way you desire him. He's too busy in his office, typing away ion his computer and chewing on his brittle fingernails. You walk in with a cup of tea, you thought it was needed to sooth him and make him relaxed. "Fyodor, I brought you some tea." You carefully placed it on the desk, away from the monitors so no accidents happen. "Thank you darling, I really needed some tea. I do need you for something so it's a good thing your here." He turns his chair around to face you and pulls out a long list of errands. "I need you to do this for me." He hands it to you and turns back to his monitors, on that list was just nothing but bullshit to you. It's always cooking, getting food, kidnaping, murdering, ect. Sure you agreed to this relationship but never agreed to being a full time house wife. "If I do all this, can we please relax in bed together?"

"No, I'm far to busy. Just get out and do what's on the list." He said firmly, not even taking his eyes away from the screen. You were growing impatient, you were tired of his games and acting like an oblivious little puppet. You threw the paper back on his desk and prepared yourself for another argument. "No." Fyodor stopped typing and turns his chair around again to look at you. "No?" He gives you the look that he knows would intimidate you. "I'm tired of this Fyodor. I'm tired of not being treated like I should be. I'm your partner, I should at least have some respect, and my needs are important too." You slightly raised your voice so you can give a clear message of how tired you are. "Now your acting like a spoiled brat. I provide you food, clothes, a reason to live. I even give you compliments here and there. I took you from the streets and now your complaining about doing too much work? Not only that, but also saying that I don't satisfy your needs. It's not my fault I'm always busy." He wasn't gonna let you win this argument, he knows that standing up to him is pointless. But the man can't help but find it amusing.

"We hardly do what couples do. Whenever I do something for you, you never say thank you, only once in a while you do but the lack of appreciation is unacceptable. The love and care I show means nothing to you. Your calling me a spoiled brat when you can't even appreciate the things I do for you. I only ask for you to help me out with things and give me affection, not brush me off and act like I'm not a person. Like I said before, I have needs too. I-"

"Am I not enough for you?" Hearing that made you stopped talking, you froze from hearing that simple question. "I try my best to take care of you, and as much as I want to give you affection, I'm busy. What I do is for you, all my hard work is not only for the world but for you too. I work day and night to achieve my goal, our goal. It doesn't help that your whining about your own needs not being satisfied and it sounds like my effort is for nothing. You make me feel worthless, wasting my time with work means nothing to you. Is all my hard work not enough for you? Am I not enough for you?"

You wanted to bitch slap him but your body was frozen in fear and guilt. You start to think if standing up to him was a good idea. He was getting under his skin, there was no way you could win this argument. "That's not-"

"Your hurting me, love. All my love and work is unwanted. I do everything for you, you do everything for me. I don't see why there's a reason to complain. Maybe you should stop being selfish and go do what you were told to do."

Hearing all those things impacted you alot. Tears welling up in your eyes, you didn't want him to see you cry so you tilt ur head down so ur face is covered by your hair. There was no point in arguing anymore, the guilt was eating you alive. "I'm sorry..." You apologized, was cracked as you try hard not to cry. Fyodor felt no guilt what so ever. "Aww, come here darling..." You looked at him in shock as the man you love opened his arms. You got close to him and accepted his embrace. He hugs you tightly, as if you were going to fade away. He tries comforting you, his sympathy fake as always. "It's alright darling. You've done a lot and your probably tired from the work you have to do. I shouldn't be so hard on you. I'm sorry love." He gently pets your hair and whispers sweet nothing into your ear.

He knew that if the argument were to continue, you would break up with him and try to leave. He couldn't have that, you know too much. He can't have his little doll running loose and snitching on him about his plans. He realized he needed to satisfy your needs in order for you to stay. You were too useful to him. You are wanted, but the same time not. "I love you dear. You know that, right?" You let out a quiet whine and shook your head, answering his question.

You were just giving up at this point. Everytime this monster would manipulate and gaslight you to put you in your place. The last time you tried standing up to him, it didn't end well. That's why you gave up so easily. You felt useless. You knew you were wanted, but not in a loving way. You were always unwanted. "I love you dear."

"I love you too."

[literatureloverx]

To frame this analysis, I want to first point out a letter written by fyodor. For a letter most don't have access to, it puts into perspective a LOT about fyodor's character that was previously only speculated through analysis. It was given out during the manga's 10 year anniversary, you can search it up by typing 'fyodor letter bsd'.

But I will copy it here: "I have nothing to say. There is no one who supported me anyway. That's why there is no word I have to say. To anyone at all. Let alone words of celebration. It is impossible. I have always been alone. And that is fine by me. Has been, and always will be. Well... I felt a little less bored when I was playing chess with Dazai-kun. But that's it."

Now this points out something especially interesting, that out of all the people that served him, all the people who worshipped him through his manipulation, for hundreds and hundreds of his years of living, Fyodor found no substance through any of it. Fyodor is lonely, inevitably lonely not only because he has never let anyone into his mind (and uh. Not many people want to hang out with the guy who straps bombs onto kids), but because near nobody can understand him because, as pretentious as it sounds, he lives in a realm of "genius".

Fyodor lives in a world of sin that he sees himself as above, and wishes to find the book and write a "correct" world under God where there is no sin. And he also lives in a world he is bored of because nobody can challenge him. He explicitly uses the word "bored" in his letter. He is never shown to "like" his servants being completely submissive for pleasure, he just does it because he cannot trust anything straying. Now does this mean Fyodor wants to control those around him? Yes. Does this show that Fyodor finds this obedience engaging? No.

The only person he has shown interest in (not in a romantic way) is Dazai, who is the only one who can level at his playing field. This makes me wonder, is Fyodor's "type" someone far from who he would actually fall for? I feel that to grow interested in someone, Fyodor needs someone who can challenge him. Someone out of his control because they understand him on a level that others cannot, because they are on his equal. Fyodor left his life of boredom through one-sided "companionship" with Dazai.

Note: I find it kinda pathetic of Fyodor to seem so eager about their meet-ups too, since Dazai seems to hate it LMAO

Now I can see Fyodor WANTING to control someone for that safety net and I definitely can't see him going out of his way to get with someone if they're in the way of what he's after, no matter how much he loves them. Bro straight up tries to kill his favorite "chess partner". But it seems that if Fyodor ever wants to pursue a GENUINE relationship, he needs to leave his comfort zone because the only ones who will give him substance will be far outside.

This wasn't meaning any hate or anything, I just wanted to point out traits about Fyodor's character that i've observed, but also to hear your thoughts :D

(Also I can see Fyodor falling for not only someone who can challenge him but someone with a great love for humanity and empathy)

Wow, this was so detailed and awesome to read! Thank you very much for writing this. ❤️

I will break down my perspective on this analysis as you asked me to, but I can say that I agree with most of your points. ❤️

First of all, I know the letter you’re talking about. It actually made me sob for a while when I first read it. I felt the loneliness almost in my own body—the situation he’s in must be so dehumanizing for him.

That being said, I considered many of Asagiri’s explanations about the characters (the letter you cited, the one about White Day, their ideal types, etc.) and formed my interpretation of Fyodor this way.

I absolutely agree with the point that Fyodor is bothered by boredom and that he needs someone who can challenge him.

The question here is, what kind of challenge?

In this case, my point was: someone who can challenge him emotionally (as this is an underdeveloped aspect of his, since he really doesn’t have much opportunity to form meaningful connections with others). Not someone who matches his own mastermind (like Dazai, for example). He values Dazai's ability to read his mind but is not particularly invested in any kind of connection besides that of rivals since he can’t trust him. There is no longing for friendship (a meaningful connection) there. Just Do, Do, Do, and win.

Now, I also believe, like you said, since his motives are not bound to himself but rather the greater good of humanity, the most important thing for him to do is indeed—to win. How is he supposed to cleanse humanity of their sins otherwise?

Where my interpretation differs from yours is that I genuinely think he is very comfortable with being the lead in any kind of situation. What he is uncomfortable with is—guess what? Vulnerability, in general. Just like Dazai. And the most challenging vulnerability to overcome, in my interpretation, would be emotional vulnerability.

In my opinion, he would be interested in someone who can challenge him mentally but not strategically. He knows that feeling. It is true that Dazai quenches his thirst for competence and competition in that sense, but is such a person truly fit for Fyodor?

My main issue with a strategically competent partner is the high possibility of Fyodor never being able to fully trust her. I’ve read many headcanons and fanfictions about him and such a partner, but it never really clicked in my mind.

The aspect of him preferring an intelligent individual over a shallow one is, I think, a very common perception of his character in the fandom, which I wholeheartedly agree with.

But: emotional intelligence is a very powerful aspect of intelligence, as well.

Him wanting to control her for security reasons is absolutely valid in my opinion and interpretation too, since it was what I meant in the first place anyway. He wouldn’t manipulate his partner just for the sake of it—he is too deep of a character for that.

Overall, I hope I haven’t missed any of the aspects you were referring to. I’ll gladly edit my post if anything is missing! ❤️

In conclusion, I LOVED your analysis. I’m very glad when someone makes me think deeper about my own thought process and interpretations. Anything of that kind is deeply welcomed and appreciated! ❤️

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[imahinatjon]

Can you write something about a reader who only focuses on what they did wrong. Like for example, they had a mission that they succeeded flawlessly in, and they know that. But they only focus on the small mistakes and how to perfect them. And after some time, Fyodor, who has started to fall in love with them, grows irritated at their unhealthy habit and decides to teach them a lesson, by overstimulating them. No worries if you don't want to write something like this

It has been WAYYY too long. I am so sorry for not getting to this sooner. But hey! Its done now. Been a busy month and my hands are killing me lol.

Anyway, here it is. Overstimulation with fyodor. Maybe out of character.

How much more?

Fyodor x Reader 18+ 💋

This was... oh THIS was irritating. Fyodor didn't send you out often, in his opinion you were too good for the lowly, mediocre jobs, so he'd wait for a better and more Important mission to send you on- he trusted you'd get the job done.

Not that he'd ever told you that.

So of course, you assume your kept behind so often because your not good enough to go on missions - without even realising that the ones you DO get assigned are the more important ones.

But how were you to know that they were important to him? You'd never seen a 'normal' job.

No normal person would ever be caught complaining to Fyodor in such a way. The only person who spoke to him so familiarly was you.

And it was ovbious he had some sort of feeling towards you, to everyone but yourself. Your colleagues weren't sure if they should worry for you or be glad you'd be somewhat protected.

Aha! But, none of that is the point, not really. The focus of this is what your doing right now - complaining again to Fyodor. Telling him all about your last mission. An astounding success it was! But... well, that one guard? He managed to spot you and alert a few other guys of your infiltration, all because you were a little too loud. I mean, you did take them down, but you have a rather nasty scratch on your arm. Only a scratch, but it hurt, and hindered the rest of your mission. Maybe if not for that first mistake. It would have gone a little more smoothly.

Fyodor really didn't care. You did the job, and you made sure it was a success, all the little details were inconsequential.

But he listened to you. Patting your head as your frowned deeply when you sat beside him.

He wanted to fix the problem. Somehow. Your constant complaining DID get annoying at times. Besides, you were seriously underselling yourself on a regular basis.

Then he had an idea.

In hindsight, a stupid idea which didn't make much sense, and wouldn't do anything to fix things in the long run, but it'd be a temporary fix.

...

That and he just really wanted to eat you out.

This little thought of his, an impulse he'd never have acted on if he wasn't already a little ticked is what landed you on your back, sprawled over a sofa, fyodor gently massaging your genitalia, ghosting gently over all your most sensitive parts with his cold hands.

Occasionally he'd hit that one spot, making you flinch with a cold shiver up your spine and your hips twitch.

You sighed quietly, he was slow, and it was relaxing, blissful, and then you felt something warm fan over you.

Opening your eyes you spied his mouth closing in on you, ready to take in your essence.

"W-wait!" You yelped

Fyodor stopped and looked up, expectantly, he wanted an explanation

"Its not... I'm... what if it doesn't... it won't taste... Good?" You weren't sure hoe exactly it should he said. You were sure whatever he wanted to do would feel heavenly, and you desperately wanted him to continue, but doubts persisted.

He sighed.

"Any more complaining and I'm not letting you come"

'What?' You thought to yourself. He was harsh, and you were sure he would stick to his word should you complain again, but, his hand squeezed yor thight gently. A subtle message 'its okay'

And he was soon back between your legs, tongue working wonders, one hand over your stomach, arm keeping you still, the other toying where his mouth was absent.

He moved around a lot, switching his attention to various parts of your body, bringing you closer and closer to an edge you would soon reach.

You felt your muscles tighten, his hair run between your fingers, and you were sure you must have called his name at some point as your mouth was open and throat a little dry.

You needed some water.

But something was stopping you after your climax. A sensation that slightly ached, made you wince and look down. Fyodor was still going. He has to know you've already come right? Surely...?

Of course he knew.

But you hadn't much time to entertain his intentions as your next orgasm was ready to crash down upon you like a tidle wave, more intense than the previous.

He shifted, leaning up over you.

"Think you can come again..."

You wanted to shake your head no...

But... the I

Thoughts of what he could do to you... this was a change you didn't get everyday.

All you could do was weakly nod. Even if all your insides all felt tight, even if it ached slightly, even if you grew tired... you wanted to take everything he would give to you.

Just like another mission. How much could you take?

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Good?

[lnkedmyheart]

can you name every time in which dazai has expressed care for chuuya?

Sure, I can try. Dazai has a unique brand of care and it shows less as the more obvious show of affection and more as an interest in people. Lets go chronologically

Dazai's irritation at the meeting with the sheep in 15. He has imo already started his own weird bonding ritual with Chuuya by that point and wants him as his personal friend, his dog in Dazai lingo cause he is a moron. He gets irked at the way Shirase, and by extension the sheep, make demands of Chuuya. That being said, this is still early and he more or less just uses this info to exploit for later.

Dazai's fascination from the GSS squad vs Chuuya fight develops into Dazai wanting to keep living. And I think that is some kind of care because Dazai legit is vibing with the guy by this point. Him wanting Chuuya to be assigned to him and not Koyou and printing out newsletters about him etc all seem to point towards some weird way of wanting to be on talking terms with him.

In stormbringer Dazai carrying Chuuya all the way across the city to the Old World so he can see Albatross and hear his final words is very important to me.

Dazai's growing agitation at them not getting to Chuuya in time during his capture. Its not as noticeable but he was uncharacteristically insistent.

Dazai's insistence on Chuuya's humanity in general.

Dazai's entire plan in sb was so he could get his hands on details about Chuuya. Like he flat out admits that Mori and the mafia dont really matter to him here and Chuuya even understands that.

That one scene when Guivre first appears and Dazai whispers to Chuuya to not look. An underrated scene imo.

The very well known scene where Dazai gives Chuuya a genuine choice and was willing to put the entire city at risk because he believes Chuuya has a right to his humanity and past. Also him explicitly laying out everything in front of Chuuya.

Obviously him catching him as he fell and holding him or whatever. But also another underrated scene where when Chuuya feels lost at the care shown to his person by Adam in the epilogue Dazai has the softest most fond reaction.

In the day I picked up Dazai he talks about Chuuya to Oda. I think its cute.

Onto dragon head now: Dazai completely flipping from completely unbothered about the war to deciding enough was enough when Chuuya calls him out with a punch and is genuinely mad at him. He is very subdued throughout the manga panels. He doesn't evem tease him. Him quietly accepting that Chuuya needs to use corruption and despite him telling Dazai not to stop him he nullifies corruption by touching his face and then letting him rest on his lap and even puts his hat on his head. Hell Dazai's entire perception of events changes because of Chuuya, from making light of the colonel's death to angrily telling Shibusawa that he had crossed a line with that act. Also Dazai's "get shot and die" line is explained to be a code warning Chuuya of an incoming grenade.

Onto the manga timeline: Dazai is generally far nicer and more civil with Chuuya than any of the mafia members post defection. He gives Chuuya a choice with Lovecraft again, he is very gentle with Chuuya when nullifying corruption, not letting go of him till he knows Chuuya would be able to handle his own weight unlike with say Atsushi. He folds his clothes and brings his hat back. Note that the hat is very important to Chuuya.

Dead apple has Dazai's face when he touches Chuuya to nullify him and then holding him down post corruption. And the sheer trust he has in a Chuuya to follow through on a plan that was never discussed. And Chuuya's hat magically appearing in his line of sight when he leaves. Also you can't tell me he doesnt care when he makes that face.

Dazai's anger at Fyodor bringing Chuuya to Meursault is self explanatory, his bond being questioned is too but particularly his whole speech in 101 where he starts thinking back on their moments is proof enough that he genuinely cares about Chuuya in some weird obsessive way.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I think people who are mad at Fyodor and saying he underestimates Chuuya forget something though - Chuuya's capable of all these impressive physical feats and stuff, but at the end of the day, he's not particularly smart. He's always easily manipulated by Dazai, Ranpo was able to trap him in a book by simply goading him, Mori is able to keep him in line despite Chuuya being way more powerful, etc. Idk I think the fandom put Chuuya on a pedestal for some reason but he has weaknesses too.

"people who say he underestimates Chuuya" as if... I am not one of those people...? I made a whole analysis on this anon??? I'm a bit confused why you sent this to me...

I'm going to assume this was sent in good faith and that you haven't read the light novels, because it becomes very clear from those that Chuuya is actually perfectly intelligent. I'd say probably above average, if I'm being honest - he picks up new skills very quickly with no formal education and he's really quite intuitive. It's just that the poor guy is constantly surrounded by strategic geniuses, and due to his hot-headedness, he comes across as less intelligent by comparison.

If he's so smart, why then is he always tricked by Dazai? Well, everyone is tricked by Dazai. It's kind of Dazai's whole thing. He runs circles around most people. He pranks and torments Kunikida, Atsushi, Sigma, and the list goes on. This has little bearing on Chuuya's intelligence, and is much more to do with Dazai's intelligence. Besides, this kind of becomes a moot point when their plans are very much a team effort, made and carried out with barely any verbal communication whatsoever. When it's time to get serious, Dazai is far from leading Chuuya - they're in step with each other. Chuuya keeps up with Dazai, and is capable of challenging him. That's why the partnership works.

Why was Ranpo able to trap him in Poe's book? Let's take a step back and think to the build up of that. Firstly, this is during Cannibalism arc, where each side had two days to save the lives of their respective leaders. Chuuya's family is under threat, and so he's already under a lot of stress. Second, Ranpo is well-known for being an intentionally irritating little toad and he knew just what to say to make Chuuya lose it - ordinarily, Chuuya is actually capable of keeping it together, but Dazai makes him angry enough to explode. Finally, I sincerely doubt Chuuya expected to get sucked into a book. There's no way he didn't think the goading was a trap, but really? He couldn't have known that and likely assumed his ability was strong enough to handle anything Ranpo threw at him.

So, there's a weakness of sorts, and it's actually highlighted by Hirotsu in Fifteen. Chuuya tends to jump into things because he expects he will just be able to "handle things", which is a consequence of growing up with a powerful ability. Hirotsu warns that people who overly rely on their abilities end up in trouble. This scene was likely a form of payoff for that warning. Either way, I'd expect he won't make that same mistake twice.

Why is Mori able to keep him in line? He isn't, because he doesn't have to. Chuuya serves under Mori because he sees Mori as the successful leader that he wasn't. To Chuuya, Mori has what he doesn't - he respects him and thinks he can learn from him. Chuuya sees the Sheep's betrayal as his own personal failure as their leader. This has nothing to do with intelligence, one way or the other.

Moreover, I think it needs to be said that Chuuya is often well aware when he's being manipulated. He's not oblivious, it's just that there's often nothing he can really do about it. For instance, he is very aware that Fyodor's intention in Cannibalism is to make the agency and mafia fight each other, but as they only have two days before Mori dies and that isn't enough time, he opts for the most direct and immediate course of action.

So, there's another weakness - Chuuya's really not a long-term strategist. He doesn't play the long game like Mori, Dazai or Fyodor - he prefers to sort things out as quickly as possible. However, I need to stress that this does not make him unintelligent or never strategic in the short term.

And that is all that is needed to turn the tables on Fyodor - Fyodor devalues everything about Chuuya other than his ability, but it is always Chuuya who wields that ability, not Dazai. I don't think anyone expects Chuuya to come up with a master plan to completely destroy Fyodor's plans for good... but I fully expect Chuuya to clothesline the guy after the way he continues to refer to him like he's little more than a tool. He's done it before.

Actually, I think I'm just going to wrap this up with a quick list of moments I can think of off the top of my head that demonstrate Chuuya's intelligence.

Every piece of media: Chuuya near immediately pieces Dazai's manipulations together in retrospect, from start to finish.

Main manga: Chuuya is sent to negotiate with the Agency, implying he learned negotiation well from Kouyou.

Fifteen: Chuuya awkwardly tries to shift the investigative focus away from Arahabaki and onto the Old Boss. While this doesn't change Dazai's focus, Dazai ends up entirely unsuspicious of him because he thinks Chuuya just wants to beat people up.

Fifteen: Chuuya expressly warned the Sheep against venturing into Mafia territory to avoid extra aggression.

Fifteen: Chuuya knew the entire time that Randou was the culprit and was gauging how much Dazai knew about his own connection to the Arahabaki situation.

Fifteen: Chuuya goes back to investigate the arcade, suspecting Dazai of having tampered with the game, and was correct in his assumption.

Stormbringer: Chuuya escapes Adam by entering a dark tunnel then hiding to give the illusion that he ran all the way through it. It works and Adam runs right past him.

Stormbringer: Chuuya fakes out Verlaine into thinking he's going to attack N while gearing up to attack Verlaine instead.

Stormbringer: Chuuya fakes out Verlaine again so Adam can launch a surprise attack with an anesthetic.

Dead Apple prologue: Chuuya pieces together Dazai's clue from a single piece of dialogue.

Dead Apple: Chuuya near instantly predicts the course of an incoming grenade while on his motorcycle in motion to ride the shockwave and avoid getting hit.

Also, I think it's important to note that Chuuya's ability is gravity manipulation, not telekinesis. He's not moving whatever he touches - he's manipulating one of the forces acting on it. This means he needs to adjust in the moment to other forces acting on the objects in his surroundings, which can and do change - my first thought was of wind affecting resistance. Either way, he's actually having to juggle a lot of sensory information in the heat of a single moment and that's very difficult to do.

If anyone wants to add any "Chuuya is not dumb" moments that I have missed, please feel free to in the tags or the comments.

Anyways, I hope this answered the initial question, anon!

[luvfy0dor]

hear me out. how abt nikolai as a dad!!! other parents gender can be up to you <3 thank you so much, feel free to reject !

"Tea Parties and Tiaras" - Dad!Nikolai x Reader ⋆·˚ ༘ *

Warnings; None, just fluff!!

Description; Dad!Nikolai headcannons and a cute little scenario revolving around a very dramatic tea party.

A/N; Tysm for the request!! I have a lot of thoughts about him tbh, I'm glad I get to post them! Also omg u guys since Halloween is coming up what do you think nikolai would be??? I know he's definitely not sitting out in every day attire to hand out candy; brother has gotta be costumed up and causing mischief I just know it.

Headcannons !! ༊*·˚

★ I could go on all day about how he uses his ability as a father rather than a villain. He uses it to quickly fetch things from other sides of the house, like a bottle or a blanket, stuff like that.

★ But he also definitely uses it to mess with them sometimes. If they're doing something they're not supposed to be doing and he finds out, he's gonna stick his arm through the portal, grab their shoulders and laugh when they jump. Then he'll tell them to knock it off, unless it seems appealing to him at the moment. He might join in if it looks fun.

★ Nikolai also does magic tricks for them. He really likes pulling a rabbit out of his hat. He loves the surprised look on his kids faces. He also robs stores of candy sometimes.

★ However, Nikolai isn't afraid of saying no to them. He really doesn't want them to grow up spoiled little pricks.

★ He lets them dress him up. If he's with the kids while you run errands, you'll come home and see your man with that glittery gel eyeshadow smeared all around his eyes and a tiara on his head. The dresses didn't fit, and neither did the little plastic heels, but the hair clips, tiara, and makeup will suffice.

★ I said this for Fyodor too, but Nikolai does his children's hair. He paints their nails too.

★ Nikolai loves to bring his kids to fun places, water/amusement parks, circuses, fairs, trampoline parks, etc. He has NUMEROUS pairs of the trampoline park socks and he loves walking around in them everywhere.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

(P/T is parental title because I want it to be gender neutral, d/n is daughters name, s/n is sons name)

When you thought about relaxing after work, partaking in a tea party wasn't exactly your first thought. But there you sat, cross legged with a pretty tiara on your head, courtesy of your young son and daughter. You could hear Nikolais little giggles as d/n tried to pull his hair back into a very messy ponytail.

"Oh, papa, you better brush your hair some more, this is way too knotty!" Your daughter exasperatedly says and let's go of Nikolais long hair, making him feign offense and turn to her. "Hey! You're very rude! It's okay though, because my tea party outfit is much better than yours is." He says, a mocking tone of voice as he squints his eyes while talking to her. She pouts and gets up sassily, retreating to s/n's side as he rummaged through their little play kitchen.

"Did you hear that? I can't believe she would say something like that to me!" He says to you with an exaggerated frown. You just scoff and pat his shoulder in support. "I wonder who could have taught her such wit." You sarcastically say. You both watch them search for enough teacups for the four of you, all of them being strewn throughout their play room. They eventually skitter back to the table with only three cups and saucers in hand. S/n places one in front of you, one in front of his sister, and one in front of himself.

Nikolai sits waiting for his, but when both s/n and d/n sit down without getting him HIS teacup and saucer, he's a bit annoyed. "Hey, where's my tea?" He asks them. The kids exchange a glance before d/n speaks up. "Mean, knotty-haired clowns don't deserve tea." She huffs. He's even more taken aback this time. "You guys are so mean! You're gonna make your papa cry." He says, his lip quivering a bit as his hand slaps over his heart for dramatic effect. He starts sniffling and you just snicker, watching d/n expression change to one of slight guilt.

She groans and begrudgingly gets up to grab another teacup and saucer from the kitchen, returning it and placing it in front of Nikolai. He stops pretending to cry and grabs her, pulling her into a hug and swaying her excitedly. "Aw, thank you! I knew you loved me enough to look past my messy hair." He says with a giggle. She eagerly tries to wriggle out of his hug, but s/n runs over and hugs Nikolai too, knocking him backwards and onto the ground. He lets out a soft "oomph" before they all start giggling.

"Hey! Now you're both gonna crush me!" He says, the kids getting up off of him while laughing. He lets out a loud sigh before sitting back up. "Okay, I think we're even now, yeah? I came to your lovely tea party with messy hair and you two just knocked the wind out of me in retaliation!" He says, patting their shoulders. They look at eachother and look back at him.

"Okay, I guess you're forgiven." S/n says, his hands on his hips and d/n nodding in approval. "Okay, good. Now, I think we should continue our tea party before we have to eat dinner." He says, pretending to sip on the plastic glass. They murmur soft affirmatives and sit back down. You lean your head on Nikolais shoulder as you pretend to sip on the tea too, content with the little family that the two of you have made together.

A/n; when u think of the word 'skitter/skitters' I hope you think of me 💔🫡 credit to @ilovechuuy4 for influencing the magic and candy stealing hcs thank you schmoopie 💞🙏

[present-mom-blog]

"omg Fyodor's right" this, and "Fyodor's right, this is how things happen," that, and "Fyodor is just a misunderstood guy, he's trying to eradicate abilities because the pain that ability users go through–"

One two three, all eyes on me please. Please. Before I explode from rage.

Does anyone realize that Fyodor, when he states that he is Fukuchi's disciple, means that he is going to continue y'know, the genocide of ability users? Because that's what he is, he's a manipulative genocidal war-starter. And it's the genocide of a minority! Ability users don't have protection. That's why the permit for organizations that we saw is so damn important. It gives the very sliver of protection that ability users can grasp at.

Something I find oh so interesting is how he's treating ability users like they're a new thing–

And Bram was right fucking there? Uhhmm, hello? And Fyodor himself is how fucking old? Like, apparently ability users have been around for a hot second, but for some reason they've been popping up more and more often. Which, fair. When there's a sliver of protection and accessibility offered, the minority tends to start becoming more vocal, it's how things go. He's got no right claiming anything right now about ability users when he's been the one who's been their own antagonist.

Now, all this to say, I did enjoy Fyodor as a villain. He did villainous things, like killing a child (Karma my boy, I will save you in my fics eventually), or manipulating Ace to off himself. BSD is about the grays of society, the people who don't fit into the "black and white" narrative. But Fyodor is honestly the blackest gray I've ever seen in this series so far. I don't know how Dame Agatha Christie will top him as a villain, should she succeed him as a villain.

But he's also so static right now. I'd enjoy it more if Dame Agatha Christie came around and fucked shit up, or Fitzgerald came back to being a villain. I loved Fitzgerald as a villain, he was so great.

Perhaps it's just a personal problem or ick, but–

Please stop saying that "Fyodor is right."

Let me say this with my fucking chest.

Murder isn't right. What Fyodor is doing isn't right. The thing about eradicating abilities because he wants to eradicate the suffering isn't right either, because we, humans, need at least a little bit of suffering, of irritation, to keep moving forward. If you're placid, you don't grow stronger, you grow weaker. Fyodor eradicating abilities could just create a new type of humans through this.

War isn't right either. If I'm completely honest? I think Fyodor is just simply bored and is fucking around.

TL;Dr: Fyodor isn't right because we need a little suffering to grow and I really want this arc to be over with already

[maislovebot]

hii, can I request fyodor and sigma (separated) with a reader who suffers from paranoia? It's totally okay if you don't feel comfortable writing it!! 🫶

Of course I can write this!! Ty for the request, anon<3

I apologize if any of the information I put is incorrect, as I do not have any forms of paranoia, although I do know a fair amount about them because I study psychology🙏 I wasn’t sure if you had a type of paranoia that makes you have breakdowns, but I decided to assume you did. I needed to compromise a little here:’)

Fyodor:

Contains: gn reader, drabble format, the reader is afraid that Fyodor is gonna hurt them, lots of kisses, fluff, hurt/comfort

Fyodor was well aware of your paranoia. He may have found it difficult to deal with your symptoms at first, but he’s grown to know how to treat you. He’s gentle with you, and with his criticism despite his rather blunt personality, as he wants to make sure you’re comfortable and don’t break down.

He tries his hardest to understand you, but he still struggles to comfort you when you were dealing with breakdowns, or you were shutting down in some way. He never was the most emotionally available person. He tried his hardest, though.

So now that he’s here, and he’s entered your shared house to see you on your guys’ bed, staring at the ceiling, clearly deep in thought, he knew you were thinking about something that made you act up. It made a frown fall to his face. What was bothering you?

Fyodor knew to comfort you gently and slowly whenever he saw you like this, so he slowly walked up to the bed and placed his hand on your back. It made you jump.

“Hello, милый, what’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” your response was short and it made Fyodor worry, his face getting more concerned.

“You don’t have to tell me, but if you’re comfortable, I’d like you to tell me what’s wrong.” He knew he had to be persistent with you, you two wouldn’t get anywhere if he wasn’t.

You nodded, curling in on yourself, facing Fyodor. You placed your hand on his arm to help ground yourself, which Fyodor took notice to. He gently ran his hand through your hair, scratching your scalp. You melted into his touch, pulling him closer.

“It’s dumb,”

“I doubt it,” Fyodor mumbled as he rested his hand in your hair, “what’s on your mind?”

You finally decided to talk to him, sighing and petting his arm.

“I’m scared, scared that you’ll drop me once I fulfill my role in your plan. I’m horrified that you may kill me.”

Fyodor looked taken aback, his eyes widening. He knew he should have kept all his dirty work to himself. You never should’ve known that he’s willing to betray just about anyone.

Besides you.

“If that’s what you’re worried about, there’s no need to worry. I’ll never hurt you.”

“I’m not just worried, I’m scared to fall asleep next to you anymore. Scared you might hurt me.”

The frown on Fyodor’s face kept growing, and he gripped your chin. Why couldn’t you realize that he would never hurt you? You’re the most important person to him. He’s doing all of this for you.

“Do you know why I’m doing all of this? Why I’m getting rid of all the gifted?”

You shook your head no, nuzzling into his sleeve.

“It’s to give me and you a better life. So we can live in a world free of sin, just the two of us.”

“That’s a dark thing to say with such a romantic tone,” you giggled into his arm, “I believe you.”

Fyodor smiled softly at this, kissing along your arm before reaching your hand, and leaving one final kiss to your palm.

He knew he could never fully help you with your paranoia, but he could definitely try.

Wc - 0.5k

Sigma:

Contains: gn reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, reader is afraid that Sigma is gonna die, also lots of kisses

Your chest hurts. Everything hurts. You knew Sigma could protect himself, you knew he was more than capable, but God, were you nervous. He had practically an entire organization after him and all he had to protect him was the Sky Casino.

Your thoughts were reeling, your mind running races, your thoughts bouncing around your own skull. What if he got hurt? What if he was hurt right now? All these thoughts were making you have a headache.

That was until Sigma walked through the door to your bedroom, back from his shift, and completely unharmed. Of course you were just overthinking it.

Nonetheless, you ran up to him and hugged him as soon as he walked through the door. The actions were sudden, but not unwanted. He jumped slightly when you wrapped your arms around him, before reciprocating the hug.

“Well hello. Nice to see you too.” Sigma giggled.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” You blurted out.

The question confused Sigma, and he looked around the room for a few moments.

“Uhh, no? Am I supposed to be?”

“No, but..”

As confused as he was at first, he was beginning to piece everything together.

“What’s got you paranoid? Did something happen?”

“Not specifically..but how could you even tell I’m paranoid?”

“We’ve been together for almost a year now, that’s how.”

You nodded, continuing your vent.

“Nothing really happened, it’s just that you’re practically being hunted down by the Decay of Angels, and I don’t know what to do. I never wanna leave your side because I’m scared you won’t come back.”

Sigma looked taken aback. He was honestly very nervous about what may happen to him as well, but he knew he had to stay strong, if not for him, than for you. Sigma knelt down in front of you, holding your hands and kissing your fingertips, before holding them close to his face.

“I’m not going anywhere. I may not talk about it often, but I have resources. I’m more than safe. And so are you.”

“Resources?”

“Well, I guess a better word for it is allies.”

That sounded just like something Sigma would say.

“Like who?”

“Well, to start, the Armed Detective Agency. I also don’t employ people I don’t trust.”

You ran your hand through Sigma’s hair, pulling him close. He was still on his knees, so the hug was very imbalanced.

But you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Wc - 0.4k

[st-rayy]

A night like no other (spent with you) - A KaveTham Smut One-Shot

I WROTE THIS FOR MY BBG @michiruzz ILYSM /p Here's your smut, sir. Enjoy it. No proof-read by another person, we die like fyodor.

tw: NSFW/18+, described sexual intercourse

rough word count: 3484

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A night like no other (spent with you)

In the evening hours of a stressful day the door of the home that belonged to a certain Acting Grand Sage creaked open. Groaning Kaveh entered the house. Today was one of the few days he actually had his keys and didn’t forget them here.

The blonde was done for the day. Not only did almost everything fall apart, quite literally, no, the guy he lived with left the whole house a mess. Kaveh was not in the mood to clean the house today, not now, not this evening.

The architect might be the housewife here, seeing as he does clean and cook for himself, totally not for Al-Haitham, or because the grey haired man asked him to. Everything Kaveh did was totally done for his own personal needs.

Who was he kidding?

Silence filled the room. It was a nice contrast to the loud noise at work, at least for Kaveh. He slumped down on the already messy couch. This was the only seat available right now. How could one even own this many books… He didn’t want to move, he wished he could just fall asleep right here and now.

And honestly he was about to do that.

If it weren’t for Al-Haitham coming into the room, Kaveh would’ve slept peacefully on the couch. If it weren’t for his damned Junior to nudge Kaveh in annoyance, Kaveh would’ve been able to relax. If it weren’t for Al-Haitham suddenly yelling his name, Kaveh would’ve enjoyed this evening.

The blonde raised his head with squinted eyes, clearly unhappy about the way Al-Haitham spoke with him.

“Excuse me?!”

“Excuse you? Have you seen how dirty everything looks here?”

Kaveh’s eye twitched. He was NOT having this right now.

“Yeah? So?! Clean it yourself!”

Maybe he shouldn’t have yelled. Al-Haitham’s face morphed into something between surprise and anger.

“Don’t yell at me. I told you that you could stay here rent free this month if you help me keep this place cleaned.” The Acting Grand Sage crossed his arms above his oh-so-hot looking chest. Kaveh, get your head out of the clouds.

Shaking his head Kaveh frowned at Al-Haitham. That was their deal. Yet, that didn’t mean that Kaveh would be Al-Haitham’s maid.

“Yuh. I said ‘HELP’ not that I’d take responsibility of keeping this place cleaned all the time.”

“Get up.”

“No.”

Tension started to grow between them. They just glared at each other, something they did regularly when they argued. Whoever looked away first lost.

This time Al-Haitham dropped it first, shaking his head. “Fine, be my guest.” He snarled and Kaveh felt triumphant that he won.

However, suddenly the blonde felt a weight on top of him. He groaned in pain and looked over his shoulder to see what’s the cause.

Seeing Al-Haitham casually taking a seat on top of Kaveh was not what he expected.

“The fuck, Haitham?! Get off!”

“I gave you a chance to move but you didn’t listen. Stop moving around.”

Oh, how it angered him that Al-Haitham was taking this so casually. And it bothered Kaveh even more that he started to not mind the gray haired man’s weight on top of him.

Kaveh just sighed. He didn’t protest any further. What’s the point arguing with someone as stubborn as Al-Haitham.

Now that he thought about it, Al-Haitham wasn’t as heavy as he looked. Sure he had these gorgeous looking muscles… a defined chest… the abs…. those delicious looking thighs.

Kaveh had to stop himself before he started drooling.

The heat rushed to Kaveh’s face. He was totally NOT thinking about Al-Haitham in such a dirty way?

Right…?

The blonde felt his mouth run dry. Fuck, now he felt the heat rush through his whole body. Damn himself, damn hormones and damn his body for reacting to his damned thoughts.

“What’s wrong, Kaveh?” Al-Haitham spoke up. He must’ve sensed how tense Kaveh suddenly was, maybe the flushed face or the way he avoided eye contact gave it away.

“Are you feeling sick?”

A hand reached out for Kaveh’s head and he quickly pulled away.

“No, I’m fine.”

“Stop lying.”

The architect bit his tongue. Of course the great Al-Haitham would notice. He always noticed everything!

Quite literally everything.

As Al-Haitham had gone quiet again, Kaveh felt the need to look up to see why he did. He would probably never forget that sight of a flustered Al-Haitham staring down at him. The blonde raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“You’re horny.”

If the blonde wasn’t blushing already, he definitely was now. He eyes followed Al-Haitham’s, who was staring almost amazed at Kaveh’s crotch area.

“THE FUCK ARE YOU STARING AT?!” Al-Haitham snapped out from his intense stare and looked up at Kaveh with wide eyes and a flushed red face. God, Kaveh could not bare staring at that expression. It fueld him more and he saw no other way out than pushing the younger man off himself.

“Wait- Kaveh-“

“Leave me alone! Fuck you! I hate you, Haitham! Go fuck yourself!”

He stormed off to his room, heart thumping in his chest. That was weird. He was weird. No, he wasn’t weird, right? Al-Haitham was the weird one, he made it weird! Right…?

Wrong.

Kaveh was scared. Maybe Al-Haitham is going to kick him out now. Maybe that was for the best. All he expected now was Al-Haitham to storm in here and tell him to leave.

But he never did.

Instead there was a soft knock at the door.

“Kaveh, can we talk?” The muffled voice of Al-Haitham could be heard behind the door and the older man felt conflicted.

Reluctantly, Kaveh got off the floor and opened the door, enough that he can could see Al-Haitham’s still flushed face.

“What…?”

“Can I come in?”

“No.”

Okay, maybe the blonde was a bit stubborn. He just didn’t want to risk anything as of now.

“okay…. Well, Kaveh, I’m sorry.”

Oh? That was not what Kaveh expected and it showed on his face. “I’m sorry for yelling at you and I’m- uhm-“ The Acting Grand Sage struggled with his words “I’m…. Sorry for staring….?” It sounded more like a question than a statement.

“You are sorry or you think you’re sorry?” Kaveh snarled “if you don’t mean it don’t say it.”

Rolling his eyes Al-Haitham cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, yeah.” He muttered.

There was an awkward silence between them. After, another moment passed before Kaveh reluctantly opened the door completely. Al-Haitham was still there and Kaveh didn’t know why.

“uh.. yuh, you’re… you’re forgiven…”

Maybe Al-Haitham was waiting for that, but he only nodded his head in return.

Even after this, both of their cheeks were still flushed, everything was still weird and awkward and Kaveh just wanted to disappear right now.

“Uhm… well, good ni-“ The architect made and attempt to close the door, but Al-Haitham stopped him. “No, wait. I…”

“I want to talk about… that, is that okay?”

Kaveh had never seen such a sincere and pleading look on Al-Haitham’s face and he couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

They settled down on Kaveh’s bed, awkwardly and stiffly. They’ve lived together for such a long time already, seen each other shirtless countless of times yet this was such an embarrassing thing. And Kaveh would be lying if he said he didn’t find this sweet, that Al-Haitham cared so much.

“Kaveh.”

The blonde tensed for that tone the younger man spoke in. It send a shiver down his spine. And he cursed himself for finding that hot.

“Was… I the cause of it?” The gray haired man was hesitant in his words, choosing them carefully. Kaveh looked away but he nodded his head. What’s the point in lying now?

“Really?”

The shift in tone suprised Kaveh. Al-Haitham… almost sounded relieved, he sounded happy.

Wait what?

Kaveh turned his head, eyes widening when he saw that small smile on Al-Haitham’s face. What was going on?

Did he resist when Al-Haitham leaned in? No, he didn’t. Did he reject the thought of having Al-Haitham on top of him right now? No, he didn’t. Did Kaveh enjoy the feeling of soft lips pressing against his own in a tender way? Yes, he did.

That kiss was marvelous. If Kaveh wasn’t the one to experience it, he would’ve never believed Al-Haitham to be this bold and good at kissing. Way too good at kissing.

They melted both into that kiss, hands tangling in each other’s hair. Kaveh almost liked the way Al-Haitham pulled on his hair, almost. The blonde was more on the gentle side, caressing the scribe’s back.

Only did they break apart when Kaveh ran low on oxygen. Everything about this moment, everything about this kiss, was fucking hot and loving at the same time. With Al-Haitham of all people.

“Fuck, that felt good.” Al-Haitham mumbled breathlessly. Kaveh was stunned to hear the Al-Haitham, mister perfect, the most calm and collected man he probably knew, use words like ‘fuck’. Nor did he ever think he’d hear Al-Haitham’s pant to be this arousing.

Not that he minded.

The break didn’t last long before the gray haired man crashed his lips back onto the blondes, hungry for more. It was almost cute how Al-Haitham reacted. Kaveh had been with men before, never lasted long. Most of them were just fun nights.

This was… different. Kaveh wished, no, he dreamed of this. Al-Haitham was always on his mind. No matter how many men he slept with, Kaveh always imagined it was Al-Haitham pinning him down and fucking him senseless.

Once they parted again, the Acting Grand Sage oh-so-lovingly stroked Kaveh’s cheek. “You’re really pretty…” Al-Haitham whispered “so so pretty…”

Kaveh chuckled. This side of Al-Haitham was new, new and loving. And honestly, Kaveh’s heart fluttered when Al-Haitham called him pretty.

A few heated kisses later, the blonde felt a hand run down his chest and stopping on his hips, gripping onto them tightly. Hazily, fluttering his blonde eyelashes, Kaveh looked up. “What’re you going to do to me, hm?”

Al-Haitham stilled for a moment, pressing his thumb into Kaveh’s hip joint. Kaveh did not jump, thank you very much.

“I’m going to…” the scribe trailed off, a small smile tugging on his lips “I’m going to take my sweet time loving you.”

Kaveh’s face heated up. His heart jumped, it beat so strongly Kaveh was sure it might just burst out of his chest. The shiver he felt down his spine was nothing compared to the sweet little kisses Al-Haitham sputtered all over his neck.

God, he felt like he was dying.

Dying for more. The blonde was greedy. Too long had he not let show that he, in fact, loved his annoying roommate.

Wet kisses trailed down Kaveh’s neck, to his collarbone, as far as Al-Haitham could reach for now. A whine needily left Kaveh’s lips when Al-Haitham pulled back again to look at the architect.

Kaveh was so pretty, a gorgeous face, fierce red eyes and such a slim body. The grey haired man bit his lips. The warmth in his chest almost made it hard to breath, or maybe Kaveh simply was this breathtaking. And the whine, god, something in Al-Haitham’s pants twitched in reaction.

There was no backing out for the scribe now.

All this time he was longing for Kaveh, he would never admit that though. His heart ached whenever he saw those ugly bags under Kaveh’s eyes, whenever he knew Kaveh wouldn’t return home because he was out at some guy’s place that managed to woo the blonde.

Al-Haitham was almost convinced that nobody could understand or love Kaveh as much as he could. He knew Kaveh, probably more than one would think, all his little antics, just everything.

And finding out what the blonde likes, finding out what makes Kaveh moan out in pleasure was a thrilling thought to the scribe.

They clumsily fiddled with their clothes, trying to get out of them as quick as possible. Al-Haitham returned to his position above Kaveh, still treating the older man as if he was a fragile flower.

Calling Kaveh pretty was an understatement, he was gorgeous! One of the most beautiful things Al-Haitham ever saw in his life. The barely noticable freckles on Kaveh’s shoulders, the pale skin on his stomach, those plump lips and his perfect looking thighs. He really was a piece of art.

“Are you sure you want this?” Kaveh suddenly spoke up and reached for Al-Haitham’s cheeks to hold. The grey haired man blushed, this form of affection, touching, it was all kind of new.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

A sigh of relief left Kaveh’s lips before he smiled giddily. “That makes me really happy…”

Seeing the smile on Kaveh’s lips brought one onto Al-Haitham’s as well. He would love Kaveh the way nobody ever had.

The small kisses started on Kaveh’s neck again, going down slowly. Al-Haitham left no bruises, no hickey, even if Kaveh asked him to he could never.

With every little kiss, the heat in Kaveh’s body spread further. His groin throbbed so badly and he was sure of it, Al-Haitham’s slow pace was going to ruin him.

Kiss after kiss was planted on the blonde’s chest and down his stomach. The architect was already leaking even though the scribe hasn’t even touched his dick yet.

“My, aren’t you excited.” Al-Haitham teased much to Kaveh’s embarassment.

“Of course I am… with how well you’re treating me- Ah~”

The blonde moaned and winked in a teasing manner, causing Al-Haitham’s cheeks to flush bright red.

Warm and wet kisses trailed down Kaveh’s thighs before Al-Haitham stopped. He sat there, hesitantly, unsure what to do now. What was his plan even? He couldn’t remember. At that, the blonde smiled to himself, taking ahold of Al-Haitham’s face to guide him back up.

“Your inexperience is making you look adorable.” Kaveh grinned and took Al-Haitham’s hand “Shall I guide you? You don’t need to worry, I’ll tell you if I like it or not, okay?”

The scribe seemed conflicted at first but then he nodded slowly, letting Kaveh take his hand and guide it over the blonde’s body. Kaveh’s skin was so soft, something Al-Haitham always wished to touch in this way.

“And if you don’t like something you tell me right away, understood? No bearing in pain or discomfort, if you want to stop we stop.” The blonde squished the scribe’s cheeks lovingly and it warmed Al-Haitham’s heart that Kaveh was this caring.

“Understood.” He whispered and kissed Kaveh’s lips again. That was the only thing he knew how to do. Sex was never something Al-Haitham engaged and never wanted. Well, at least not with someone random.

Eventually Al-Haitham’s hand found Kaveh’s hips again. The smaller man adjusted his position and wrapped his arms around Al-Haitham’s neck to pull him down with him.

“I want you to open my drawer and take out that little pink glass container, please?” The blonde asked and Al-Haitham obeyed. He didn’t know what was inside nor did he ask. Kaveh spoke up again “Nari made that for me… it was a joke gift but… well now it’s actually getting to be used.”

The scribe totally didn’t blush or yelp when Kaveh moved Al-Haitham’s hand to the architect’s butt. His heart leaped and Al-Haitham watched Kaveh put some of that cold cream-like substance on his fingers.

“Watch and learn.” Kaveh purred teasingly.

With a deep breath, Al-Haitham watched Kaveh carefully, eyes fixated on the finger that the blonde shoved inside himself. He cringed, that looked painful but for some reason the architect looked and sounded to be in bliss.

The curiosity and thirst for knowledge couldn’t be stopped, so the scribe reached for Kaveh’s hand to replace it with his own. The blonde gave a reassuring and encouraging smile that had Al-Haitham’s chest warm up once more.

A moan followed, then another. The grey haired man wasn’t sure if he’s doing it right but taking in Kaveh’s sounds and pretty face, he must’ve been.

Shaky breaths left Kaveh’s lips. “Another one.”

Who was Al-Haitham to disobey? He did as he was told, carefully adding another finger. While he could never imagine how that could possibly feel good, he was happy to make Kaveh feel like that.

Too concentrated on the blondes needs, Al-Haitham hadn’t even noticed his throbbing dick, desperate for friction.

“Ohhh~ Haitham~ Please, please shove it in alreadyyy~”

That was fucking hot.

No matter how much he wanted to act annoyed Al-Haitham couldn’t help himself but blush and gasp in reaction to Kaveh’s moans.

“Okay… okay.” It took Al-Haitham a while to actually do it, but he positioned himself anyway. “Are you… sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Nonsense. You won’t hurt me.”

“But I-“

The kiss might’ve caught him off guard, but it helped him trust in Kaveh’s words.

Though, once again he found himself unsure of how to actually do it. He could sense the blonde watching him, he could practically hear the smile in Kaveh’s breathy moans.

“Haaaitham~” the architect giggled. “Here.”

The scribe jumped from the feeling of a hand on his ass, slowly and gently guiding his hips forward.

“You just push it in, okay? Slowly and carefully. If you feel like it wouldn’t fit or as if you shouldn’t push then don’t.”

Okay, yeah, Al-Haitham could do that. When even was the last time that he was this nervous anyway? This was Kaveh after all. With a deep breath, Al-Haitham slowly inserted himself, gaining a loud, satisfied moan from the man underneath him.

“Ohhh~ god~ you’re fucking big~”

Al-Haitham’s eyes narrowed and he growled, partially playfully and partially because Kaveh did not need to be loud like that.

“Shut.” Al-Haitham sneered to which the architect laughed. The playful kisses on his neck and the growling that followed only made Kaveh laugh more.

Were they just about to have sex? Well, yes. Did that stop them from being silly? Not at all.

Al-Haitham pushed in fully. Both of them panted, taking breaths to calm down. The grey haired man waited, specifically, for Kaveh to say something. The blonde gently gripped Al-Haitham’s shoulders and sighed breathlessly. “You may move…”

It was an awfully slow pace that Al-Haitham moved with. He pulled back, slowly and carefully, and pushed back in just as slow. Kaveh whined, that was both hot and annoying at the same time. His moans were long and soft, the grip he had on Al-Haitham’s shoulders slowly tightened.

“Faster… Please, Haitham, move faster~”

But the pleads fell on deaf ears. The slow pace continued and as much as the blonde hated it, he got riled up more and more from that.

“Haaaithaaam~” a needy moan rumbled through his throat “Pleaaaase~”

Maybe, just maybe, Al-Haitham enjoyed these needy and pleading moans. He smirked and finally, after minutes of building up, he finally started to move faster.

Kaveh’s eyes closed and he arched his back when Al-Haitham’s tip collided with his prostate. He grit his teeth, growling and moaning in pleasure.

“Oh… oh~ yes~ mmm~” Those sweet noises were music to Al-Haitham’s ear, while he only panted a bit and occasionally gasped or groaned out in pleasure himself.

Sounds of skin slapping against skin and moaning slowly filled the room. Kaveh had to stop himself from screaming out in ecstasy because he was well aware that anybody passing by outside might hear it.

The bed creaked softly, and Al-Haitham felt himself close to his peak.

“Kaveh…. Ka-veh~ fuck… I think I’ll come.” Al-Haitham groaned softly. The blonde moaned in response and nodded his head. “a little more, baby….!~” the blond whined.

The Acting Grand Sage could barely keep himself together. His insides felt tense, pressure too much to handle. The blonde felt much the same, so much that his nails painfully digged into Al-Haitham’s shoulders.

A few moments later Al-Haitham couldn’t hold it anymore. He pulled out, releasing his load onto Kaveh and partially himself. The blonde followed right after, whining because he had actually prefered Al-Haitham to fill him up.

“Mmm~ Haithaaam~” The blonde pouted and pleaded “why did you pull out? You meanie…”

Even after sex Kaveh was the same as always, which made Al-Haitham smile in amusement. The taller man let himself fall on top of his roommate, tired sigh leaving him.

“Oi! You’re heavy!”

“Hm? Too bad I don’t care.”

“Augh?! You little shit!”

And again, they were laughing, Kaveh ruffling the scribe’s hair in a playful manner.

Once they settled down Al-Haitham hummed softly. His hand mindlessly caressed Kaveh’s  messy hair while he let the blonde cuddle against his chest.

“I love you.”

A ghost of a kiss pressed against the architect’s forehead. Kaveh smiled tiredly, his eye fluttering slightly. His chest felt warm, his stomach felt tingly, butterflies flying around in it. Taking  a deep breath of Al-Haitham’s scent, he opened his mouth.

“I love you too.”