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video-game-luvr · 8 months ago

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Rules!

I gotta set some boundaries here! For your comfort and my comfort.

I will be posting a number of dark content/smut. But I will not be limited to making dark content only, sometimes I will feel vanilla and fluffy. Life is all about variety!

I specialise in yapping about fictional characters. Sometimes horny ranting, sometimes really dark and in depth stories. I try my best to remain authentic to the character, and embody them as however they are supposed to be like.

Just because I like to write dark content, does not mean I support it in real life in any ways.

I write dark content not to romanticise issues or actual murder, or even touchy things like incest.(I don't have an incest fetisg though, tbh can't get into it) Please have some decency. Don't come bashing me. Warnings are there for a reason.

I don't always proof read my content, so don't mind minor spelling errors!

I got into dark content because it's my way of coping, from childhood SA and etc. I had a rough life, okay? Let me do as I please on my blog.

I expect you bunch to be mature about it. Don't throw hissy fits if you don't like it, don't like it, don't interact. Simple.

Let's all be civil about it!

Kids/minors, please don't interact with my particular dark posts! (Or do it anyways, I can't care that much, but I am not liable for you consuming this content! You chose to read it, you will be responsible for it)

What I will do✅(green!):

Smut

Fluff! Pure tooth rotting fluff!(Readers of any gender are okay! Just remember to request! With specifications!)

Angst!

Dark content (like noncon, dubcon but that is limited to fiction, and will always remain fiction. The reader will always be on the receiving end of noncon)

Gender neutral reader

Male sub reader

Fem sub reader

AFAB is what I specialise in.

Fem dom reader (I will rarely write dom! reader but it will be limited to male sub characters. I don't know how to dom women, and it's not appealing to me. I am a subby bottom through and through, I am sorry.)

As for WLW, that's 100% fine with me, but the reader will be on the receiving end. (Sub reader!)

Reader will always be on the recieving end of crazy characters. (Yandere reader is fine but the reader will always be the sub, and recipient)

Yandere, I adore the psychological horror aspect of it!

MTF top/dom female characters are fine though! (Females with big dick energy is so hot)

A lot of my content is catered to the female gaze, but I also cater to bottom/sub men occasionally!

My male reader content will consist of male reader getting his ass plowed. I will not write male reader top.

Kinky stuff

I write fanservice, but I also want to stay true to the characters the best I can!

What I might consider(yellow):

I might consider stepcest, or incest. It's not really a fetish of mine to be honest. However if it's for the plot/narration I can compromise and write for it! I absolutely adore good narration and plot! No matter how twisted, psychological horror is just that appealing to me! (OFC NEVER IRL! NEVER!)

Highschool/teen sex is alright with me i suppose, but characters have to be at least 16 or 17, I will not describe the characters with their "underdeveloped" traits, that's icky to me. And it will strictly be m!dom character and fem/gender neutral afab/m!sub reader (though m!sub is really occasional.) or dom!fem with fem only.

Piss kink, again... Not a fetish of mine. But if you guys manage to make the narrative make sense... I guess it's somewhat acceptable... I'm not fond of it though, it's almost a red zone for me.

Implied necrophilia is somewhat tolerable for the sake of plot(like if reader gets captured and embalmed and turned to a doll, it will be left vague though), but never... Actual corpse fucking, please get out. (Undead characters are fine though!)

I don't condone any grooming or pedophilia, but if it's just implications that reader got manipulated since they were small by a yandere, that's alright I suppose. Definitely no kids on my blog though! Kids are to be protected from such content, get away! Yucky people!

I am not fond of blatantly stating the reader's race, I really think it's irrelevant.

Absolutely not! ❌(Red)

I will not be writing any FTM reader, or FTM characters. This is my boundary, I don't want to accidentally make anything that would cause gender dysphoria for you trans men :( (I still enjoy the media but it is something I wouldn't be able to write.)

Please don't change the genders or sexual orientations of characters, it makes me uncomfortable. (Genderbent au of characters are fine, but I am talking, a CIS man being made trans. I am sorry but it makes me uncomfortable, it's a personal pet peeve)

FUJOSHI PLEASE DNI!(Or at the very least don't be disgusting about it) WHEN I WRITE FOR MLM PLEASE LET IT BE A SAFE SPACE FOR THEM!

I will not be writing male dom reader, I am sorry💔 I am not built for it.

I will not write any noncon that involves the reader being the perpetrator. (Dubcon is still fine though, i prefer it when the reader is on the recieving end)

I'm not into feminising men... Sorry! I may describe men as mother, or even write lactating men, but they will remain men. I'm not very fond of feminising men... Sorry! (Though a man in a dress is fine, or cross dressing too! But he will remain a man!)

I don't write certain types of m!sub characters, it doesn't make me feel comfortable...

NO SCAT NO VOMIT! I DON'T CARE! THAT REMAINS NO!

NO NECROPHILIA! ABSOLUTELY NOT! I AM SORRY! I CANNOT! MAGGOTS CRAWLING ALL OVER A DEAD BODY! EW! YIKES FOREVER! (My friend forced me to read 228922, do not ask. I do not see.)

I WILL NOT WRITE FOR CHILDREN OR ABOUT CHILDREN IN MY LEWD POSTS! IF YOU'RE EXPECTING ANYTHING LIKE LOLI! CHARACTER OR SHOTA! CHARACTER GTFO AND TOUCH GRASS!

Please don't force me to do something I don't want to, I am an author, not a writing machine! Respect my wishes!

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blackdoveoftime · 10 hours ago

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*sigh* I feel like I should get back into dating.... I wonder if there is any woman who would be interested in me

#bsd black doves #bsd oc #bsd oc rp #bsd rp #bsd rp blog #bsd rp oc #bsd ocs #bsd roleplay

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osamucide · 27 days ago

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WHAT THEIR LOVE FEELS LIKE . . .

. . . ft. BSD men

⊹ ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA . . . freshly steamed rice, sherpa blankets, the moon in the sky during the day, well-loved dirt paths, comfortable sweatpants, clean kitchens, perfectly made lemonade, finding a dollar in your pocket, gentle cat paws, scratching a lover's back.

⊹ OSAMU DAZAI . . . used books with vigilant annotations in them, jazz music, charm bracelets, quiet and steady streams, lined leather journals, light rain, flickering flourescent light, cracking the spine of a new novel, knowing looks, linking pinkies while walking, caramel drizzle.

⊹ CHUUYA NAKAHARA . . . boozy chocolate-covered cherries, leather car interior, red sangria, gold jewelry, peeled clementines, extinguished matches, the peaceful room next door to a party, counting a lover's freckles, cupping your hands around a flame, divine geometry.

⊹ AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE . . . star anise, black lace, fig jam, perfect puddles of rainwater, vanilla ice cream, soft distant thunder, silver jewelry, blackberry-stained lips and fingertips, tracing sweet words into a lover's palm, the moment of silence and peace when you pass beneath a bridge while it rains.

⊹ RANPO EDOGAWA . . . shortbread cookies, wool socks, poppies, stray eyelashes, strawberry jam, argyle and pastels, candied fruit, chess matches, foil-wrapped chocolates with sweet sayings inside, when a dog at a party likes you best, collections of old keys, shooting stars.

⊹ DOPPO KUNIKIDA . . . peonies, perfectly pulled shots of espresso, letters with broken wax seals, comfortable routines, toffee and brown sugar, freshly ironed clothes, finding something that's been lost, completed to-do lists, cats sleeping atop stacks of books.

⊹ YUKICHI FUKUZAWA . . . photo albums hidden in plain sight, flickering candles, the breeze on a cloudy beach, stars on a clear night, perfectly steeped tea, crackling fireplaces, a safety net, clean sheets and pillowcases, crisp mountain air, packing a lover's lunch in the morning.

⊹ SAKUNOSUKE ODA . . . steam from a bath, soft and implacable floral scents, typewriter font, concentric tree circles, fallen bird feathers, uplifting newspaper headlines, children's laughter, protective hugs from behind, stratus clouds like blankets over the sky, dreams that make you want to sleep longer.

⊹ ANGO SAKAGUCHI . . . brown italian leather, vintage cameras, subtle gemstone details, warm french bread, fancy bookmarks, polaroids in your wallet, tying a lover's shoes, laughing at everything when you've drank a bit too much, dried rosemary and blood orange and pomegranate.

⊹ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY . . . frost-covered cranberries, string music, coffee table books on classical art, accidental halos of light, perfectly toasted marshmallows, the crunch of fresh snow beneath your boot, coconut and dark chocolate, a stray cat trusting you to pet it.

⊹ NIKOLAI GOGOL . . . pistachio ice cream, mourning doves on a wire, strands of pearls, opalescence, sitting side by side at a piano, salt water taffy, blowing a perfect bubble with your gum, the television flickering as you sleep, cradling a lover's face, banana pudding trifle.

⊹ SIGMA . . . fresh linen smell, rose gardens, pressed flowers, sleek dress shoes, swan necks in the shape of a heart, satin and silk, bouquets in translucent cellophane, sleeves wide enough to fit someone else's arms in, lace folding fans, white chocolate truffles.

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #atsushi x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #akutagawa x reader #ranpo x reader #kunikida x reader #fukuzawa x reader #oda x reader #ango x reader #fyodor x reader #nikolai x reader #sigma x reader #bsd fluff #with love—reid

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httpskuzuu · 1 month ago

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BSD with pets

idk what I did

Fyodor x Reader / Akutagawa x Reader / Nikolai x Reader

I don't speak english, let me cry

summary: cute things about bsd characters and animals, idk

tw: nikolai is kinda oc (it's the first time I write about him, mercy), angst¿ at the nikolai part

Fyodor Dostoyevski

“Fedya.” You called as you knelt down to look under the couches. “Fedya!” you began to despair, you had already searched all over the house and still couldn't find your pet rat. Now, don't ask me how you convinced Fyodor to adopt a rat and give him his nickname, I don't know.

You had looked in every room but one.

You slowly walked through the house until you reached the place where Fyodor was always working. You knew he was there at that moment, you heard from outside the faint sound of keys being pressed, so you were justified in your nervousness, you didn't want to disturb Fyodor.

Anyway, you knocked on the door and stood tensely, waiting until a male voice said, “You can come in.”

“Fyodor, Fedya is lost, I can't find him.” You said the second you opened the door, while looking at him with a sad expression. It had been months since you had adopted the rat and you were already indescribably fond of him, instead Fyodor stayed more distant from him ( maybe because of the chosen name).

He turned to look at you as soon as you finished speaking, to see your expectant face for some answer or help. Expressionless, he removed his white ushanka revealing your beloved lost pet underneath.

“Fedya!” you yelled as you approached with your eyes full of life again. You held the rat between your hands carefully and hugged it. Laughter inevitably came out of your mouth. “What was it doing under your hat?”

“It climbed up me and got underneath.”

“And you left him there?” your smile widened as Fyodor nodded at your question. “I thought you didn't like him.”

“When did I say that?”

“It's just that you never take any notice of him.” You pouted to which the man couldn't help but smile.

“I don't like the name.” He quickly corrected along with a sigh, to which you could only laugh. “He's fine, doesn't bother.”

“I'm glad.” Gently, not wanting to disturb Fyodor or Fedya, you placed the rat back on his head, which curled up comfortably as Fyodor looked at you quizzically. “I think he'll be more comfortable there.”

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

Your feet hurt as you took out the key to the apartment where you currently lived with your boyfriend. It was a long day of work, although you could quit and be unemployed without any problems, as Akutagawa can provide for you without any problems, you still wanted to have your own money and not be entirely dependent.

You walked in to find the place with all the lights off, you guessed your boyfriend was still out, not unusual considering his job at the Port Mafia. The weird thing was not finding Rashōmon, your cat.

You entered the room shared by both of them and there you saw one of the cutest scenes Akutagawa could be involved in. On the bed, Aku was deeply asleep, breathing peacefully as was Rashōmon, who lay on his stomach in a ball, with the man's hand on his back.

The latter wiggled its ears at the sound of your laughter stifled by your hands, not wanting to wake anyone. Despite your efforts, your pet opened its eyes, which stood out in the darkness. It seemed as if his eyes came out of nowhere, as his black fur was indistinguishable in the dull light.

You quietly approached him and petted his head, making him purr.

You changed your clothes to a much more comfortable one, still trying to keep the quietness of the place. You knew Ryūnosuke should be tired, so you didn't want to wake him up.

Carefully, you lay down next to him, covering them both with the soft sheets. You laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, while petting the cat with one of your hands.

With the mix of these calming sounds and the whole moment, you couldn't resist falling asleep.

Nikolai Gogol

You think it was a bad idea, adopting a white dove and calling it Kolya sounded funny at first, and Nikolai seemed to have no problem, but over time his behavior changed.

You don't quite understand, you don't know what goes through his head when he just stares at the dove in his cage. You had seen his emotions, those that he takes so much care that they cease to matter to reach freedom, but still you don't know what to do and you can't help but feel immense guilt.

One day you sit next to him, so that both of you can look at the animal for the desired amount of time.

“Do you want to release it?”

“It would surely die, and if it didn't, it would go home because it's not used to and doesn't want freedom.” Despite his somewhat subdued tone of voice, he has a smile on his face. You decide not to press him about it, after all it's only a matter of time and trust that he will tell you about how he feels, you just need to be as understanding with him as possible.

“Oh.” Silence once again imprints itself in the room, until after a couple of minutes you speak again. “And isn't there a way to teach him to be free?”

“Then he wouldn't be truly free. He would act as quoted, not on his own like free-ranging doves.”

“Mmmh, right.” Guilt still fills you, it's obvious you shouldn't have adopted the bird, a dog would have been much better. "But still, I think it's better that it's locked up in there. It wouldn't be free at all, but it would be close, don't you think?”

“Yes, I suppose that's better than nothing.”

Your hands gently intertwine and you drop your head on her shoulder. You'd be here long enough to comfort Nikolai.

I think you can tell which is my favorite

#bsd x reader #bsd x you #fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa x reader #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x you #akutagawa x you #akutagawa x y/n #bsd nikolai #nikolai gogol #nikolai x reader #nikolai x you

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kolyasupremanxy · 2 years ago

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Heyyy

So I had this really weird thought last night...how would the bsd boys (especially Nikolai, Dazai, Chuuya and Fyodor) react, coming home to their girlfriend, who is laying on bed (with ear phones in and a deep frown on her face) after a long/stressful day and just stares at the ceiling and they try to get her all happy and joyful again ig?😂😂

I just KNOW Nikolai would absolutely use that position to jump on her and tickle/cuddle the living shit outta her

Sorry if that's too much, you're just the best bsd writer outta there😍

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥 , 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲 , 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 , 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 , 𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff , Comfort

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.04k

𝐀/𝐧: I love this idea, anon, because I've been having a very bad day these days lol. Also, no, I'm not even good at writing. It's moonchery, ashthemadwriter, and stinkyme for me. They're my faves. Thanks for the compliment though.

—𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥

As soon as Nikolai stepped into the room, he noticed his girlfriend laying on the bed with her earphones in, staring blankly at the ceiling. A frown etched deep on her face, indicating that it had been a tough day for her.

Without any warning, Nikolai pounced on the bed, landing next to her and causing the mattress to bounce slightly. His arms immediately went around her, trapping her in a warm embrace, as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck.

"Hey, my little birdie, what's wrong?" he asked, his breath tickling her skin.

She flinched slightly before realizing who it was and removing her earphones. Her face broke into a small smile at the sight of Nikolai's silly grin and sparkling eyes.

"Long day at work, Nikolai," she said, sighing.

Nikolai's eyes widened, and he pulled back slightly to look at her face. "Aw, my poor little dove," he said, pouting. "Come here, let me make it better."

Before she could say anything else, Nikolai's fingers were already digging into her sides, eliciting a loud squeal from her as she squirmed under his touch. He tickled her relentlessly, grinning as he watched her laughter bubble up, filling the room with her joyous sounds.

As her laughter died down, Nikolai pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his face into her hair. "I'm sorry you had a rough day, my love," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "Let me take care of you."

He continued to hold her, rubbing soothing circles into her back as she relaxed into his embrace. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's presence.

Eventually, Nikolai broke the silence. "You know, my little birdie," he said, his voice playful once more. "I could tickle you forever and never get tired of it."

His girlfriend rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah, I know. You sadistic little quizmaster."

Nikolai chuckled at the nickname she had given him. "Guilty as charged," he said, grinning. "But seriously, let me know if you ever need me to make you laugh again. I'll always be here for you."

And with those words, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead before settling back into their comfortable embrace. The room was filled with the sounds of their contented breathing as they enjoyed each other's company, feeling grateful for the love and support they had in each other.

—𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲

Fyodor entered the room, his long black coat swishing behind him as he strode across the floor. He noticed his girlfriend lying on the bed with her earphones in, staring at the ceiling with a deep frown on her face. He could sense her stress and knew that something was bothering her.

Without a word, Fyodor sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his hand gently on her arm. She flinched slightly at his touch, but then relaxed as she realized it was him.

"Fyodor, what are you doing here?" she asked, taking out her earphones and sitting up.

"I sensed that something was troubling you," he replied calmly. "I came to see if there was anything I could do to help."

She sighed and leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. Fyodor wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as she began to tell him about her long and stressful day.

As she spoke, Fyodor listened intently, his sharp purple eyes focused on her face. He could sense the depth of her emotions and the turmoil she was going through. He knew that he needed to do something to help her.

"Fyodor, I don't know what to do," she said, her voice breaking as tears began to roll down her cheeks.

Fyodor brushed her tears away with his thumb and held her tighter. "Shh, it's okay," he said soothingly. "I'm here for you. Whatever it is, we'll face it together."

He continued to hold her, listening to her every word as she poured out her heart to him. He didn't say much, but his mere presence was enough to calm her down.

Eventually, she fell asleep in his arms, exhausted from the long day. Fyodor carefully laid her down on the bed and covered her with a blanket, tucking her in like a child.

He sat there for a while longer, watching her sleep, his thoughts a jumble of emotions. He knew that he loved her more than anything, and that he would do anything to make her happy. He would protect her from any harm that came her way, even if it meant sacrificing everything he had.

Fyodor leaned down and kissed her forehead gently, whispering softly, "I love you," before turning and walking out of the room, his mind already working on a plan to make her day brighter.

—𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

Dazai had just finished a long day at the Armed Detective Agency. He was exhausted, his mind still buzzing with all the cases and investigations he had been working on. He couldn't wait to go home, lay down and relax. However, as he walked through the door of his apartment, he was met with an unexpected sight.

His girlfriend was lying on the bed, her earphones in, a deep frown etched on her face. She was staring at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts. Dazai immediately noticed that something was off, and he knew he had to do something to cheer her up.

He walked over to the bed and sat down next to her. "Hey there, beautiful," he said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. "What's wrong?"

His girlfriend let out a heavy sigh and took out her earphones. "It's just been a really stressful day," she said. "Work was a nightmare, and I feel like I'm drowning in all the responsibilities I have."

Dazai nodded, understandingly. "I know the feeling," he said. "But you know what always cheers me up when I'm feeling down?"

"What?" his girlfriend asked, looking at him curiously.

"A good joke," Dazai replied, with a mischievous glint in his eye. "And lucky for you, I happen to be an expert in making people laugh."

With that, he launched into a series of hilarious jokes and puns, each one more ridiculous than the last. His girlfriend couldn't help but chuckle at his antics, and soon enough, she was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her face.

Dazai was pleased with himself. He loved making people laugh, especially his girlfriend. He knew that she was under a lot of stress, and he was glad he could help her forget about it for a little while.

As they lay in bed, laughing and talking, Dazai couldn't help but feel grateful for his girlfriend's presence in his life. She was his anchor, the one person who could always bring him back to reality when he was lost in his own thoughts. He was determined to do everything in his power to make her happy, no matter what.

The rest of the night was spent in each other's arms, talking about anything and everything. They were in their own little world, free from the stresses and worries of the outside world.

In the end, Dazai realized that sometimes, all it took to make someone happy was a little bit of silliness and humor. And he was more than happy to provide that for his girlfriend, whenever she needed it.

—𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚

Chuuya Nakahara had just returned home after a long day of work. He was looking forward to relaxing and perhaps having a glass of wine, but when he entered his bedroom, he found his girlfriend lying on the bed with earphones in, looking stressed and unhappy. He could see the frown on her face from across the room.

"Hey," Chuuya said, approaching the bed. "What's wrong?"

His girlfriend didn't respond. She just stared up at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts.

Chuuya sat down on the bed next to her and gently took out one of her earphones. "What are you listening to?" he asked.

His girlfriend sighed and sat up, taking out the other earphone. "Just some music," she said. "I've had a really stressful day at work."

Chuuya nodded, understandingly. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

His girlfriend shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "I'm just so tired and stressed."

Chuuya could see that his girlfriend needed something to cheer her up. He thought for a moment, then got an idea. "Hey, how about we go out for a nice dinner tonight?" he suggested. "We can go to that new Italian place you've been wanting to try."

His girlfriend's eyes lit up a little at the suggestion. "That sounds nice," she said.

Chuuya smiled. "Great, let's get dressed up and make a night of it," he said. "I promise it'll make you feel better."

As they got ready for their night out, Chuuya made sure to pay attention to every detail, from picking out the perfect outfit for his girlfriend to styling her hair just right. He knew that the little things mattered, especially when his girlfriend was feeling down.

During dinner, they laughed and talked about everything from work to their dreams for the future. Chuuya made sure to keep the conversation light and entertaining, and soon his girlfriend was laughing and smiling again.

By the end of the night, Chuuya could see that his girlfriend was feeling much better. "Thank you for tonight," she said, as they walked back to their apartment. "You always know how to cheer me up."

Chuuya smiled. "Of course," he said. "That's what I'm here for." He took her hand and squeezed it gently. "I love you," he said.

His girlfriend smiled back at him. "I love you too," she said. "Thank you for being so wonderful."

Chuuya felt a warmth in his chest at her words. He knew that he would always be there for his girlfriend, no matter what. And seeing her happy and smiling was all the reward he needed.

—𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨

Ranpo Edogawa was skipping down the hallway, humming a tune that he had just made up. He had just finished solving another case with the Armed Detective Agency, and he was feeling quite proud of himself. As he approached his apartment, he could hear some music playing inside. He opened the door and saw his girlfriend lying on the bed with earphones in and a deep frown on her face.

"Hello there, my dear," Ranpo exclaimed, bouncing over to her. "What's wrong? Why are you frowning like that?"

She looked up at him, still wearing the earphones. "Just had a long and stressful day at work," she replied with a sigh.

Ranpo's expression immediately changed to one of concern. "Oh no, that's terrible. You need to relax and have some fun!" he said, pulling out a bag of candy from his pocket.

His girlfriend gave him a small smile. "Thanks, Ranpo, but I don't really feel like having candy right now."

Ranpo's face fell. "But candy makes everything better! Come on, try some," he said, holding out the bag.

She sighed and took a piece, unwrapping it slowly. Ranpo watched with a grin as she took a bite and her face lit up with a smile.

"See? I told you candy was the answer," he said, taking a piece for himself.

His girlfriend chuckled. "You're such a child, Ranpo. But I love you for it," she said, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Ranpo's face lit up with delight. "Yay! You love me! I knew it all along," he said, jumping up and down on the bed.

His girlfriend couldn't help but laugh at his childish behavior. "You're such a goofball," she said, shaking her head.

Ranpo's smile widened. "Yep, that's me! But I'm your goofball," he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a tight hug.

His girlfriend couldn't help but smile as she leaned into the embrace. Despite his childish behavior, she knew that Ranpo truly cared about her and always knew how to make her feel better.

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shadyteacup · 2 years ago

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POV: An anime only bsd fanfic writer is desperate to write sm for her beloved handcuffed boi so she doesn’t give two shits about the manga storyline and claims bandaged furrball as her husband

It’s a short one shot btw, lmao

Dazai Osamu x fem!Reader

“He’s not a criminal, Ango.”, your low voice indicated how calmly frustrated you were.

Ango sighed, and pondered over what to tell you. He was glad that this conversation was happening over the phone and not in person, as he wouldn’t have been able to find the right reasons to give you for Dazais arrest.

Hell, he didn’t even know how you got to know about it.

“Listen, I’m trying everything in my power to help him.”

Ango crumpled a useless paper on his desk and aimed it at the dustbin at the right corner.

“Just give me some time, and I’ll sort this out.”

He wondered why you even cared so much, considering that he had only recently gotten to know that you and Dazai were a thing. But knowing his former colleague, you were probably nothing major. Dazai isn’t known for his loyalty, neither is he ever interested in long term relationships. You had probably found Angos number through Dazais phone, which he ironically leaves unattended quite frequently, in spite of being a detective himself.

“And what are you going to do during this time?”

Ango released his paper ball, but alas, it didn’t land in the bin.

“I’m going to find out which body demanded his arrest and how they got the proofs they needed. In fact, I’m on my way to the metro station as we speak.”

Ango crumpled another stray paper, and raised it over his head to set his aim.

“I’ll call you back when I have more information. How does that sound?”

Just as he was going to release the ball, you said, “Slightly to the left, and it’ll go right in.”

Ango stumbled out of his chair, immediately turning around to frantically search for anybody in the buildings outside his window.

“What?”, he decided that playing dumb would get him more time.

You laughed, shaking your head at the frantic movements of the bespectacled man.

“You won’t be able to find me, dove.”

Ango reached for his gun, which he had hidden from view under his desk.

You cut the call.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be harmed.”, you said, aiming your own gun at his back.

“But if I don’t get any names soon, I might just pull this trigger.”

Ango turned around slowly, his hands above his head, as he watched you walk out of the shadows of his office.

“Just who are you?!”

You smiled, “Y/N”

“Yes, I know your name. But how did you get in here?! And just why do you care so much about Dazai?!”

You smirked.

“If his wife didn’t care about him, who would?.”

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myluckymoon · 7 months ago

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>:3

Angst demon has returned so let's do a pole of who should suffer first

@pickupthephoneboy

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chuuyrr · 2 years ago

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Hello I would like make a request for BSD x Gojo! Reader, with the “Decay Of Angels” if you don’t mind.

In a story where all of the Mans in the “Decay Of Angels” (excluding Fukuchi) being fanboys to Gojo! Reader. Just like Miwa Kasumi being a fangirl to Gojo Satoru.

Make it separate please. Thank you 😊

paparazzi

bungou stray dogs x gojo! reader

masterlist of infinity

╰➤ CW(s): spoilers for bungou stray dogs, crack-ish and slight ooc! decay of angels (i don't really write for them)

╰➤ SYNOPSIS(s): a terrorist organization that specializes as a murder association can't help but take their eyes on the strongest ability user, or in which they simp for you.

╰➤ PAIRING(s): fyodor dostoevsky, nikolai gogol, sigma (separately with different scenarios)

excluding bram stoker and fukuchi as well because i honestly don't know how to write for them. also, i'm still quite new in writing for fyodor, nikolai and sigma, since i'm still catching up with the manga. despite them acting like miwa, i still stuck with their actual characters, but hopefully it's ok ! also, thanks for requesting anon dear ♡

being gojo [name], it's no surprise that you're quick to swoon people, may it be guys or girls.

one of their favorite things to do is literally gathering information and analyzing your every move. probably creepy, but not only were they keen on convincing you to join them, they really just wanted to see and adore you upclose, and when they do, may it be from a far in camera or personally, they're losing it in the inside.

apart from possessing sugawara michizane's six eyes and the limitless ability that makes you the strongest ability user alive, you're very charismatic person, and the decay of the angel is no exception to that. the instant they found and learned about you, they were stoked. they instantly became your biggest fans, despite being a terrorist organization that specializes as a murder association.

nikolai gogol !

nikolai is a die-hard fan of yours. he's head over heels in love with you, and he's a lot like miwa kasumi. he gets all giddy and excited as soon as he sees you, but unlike miwa, who is discreet, he is openly expressive.

"goodness, if it isn't an angel sent from above?" nikolai's calm demeanor crumbled when he saw you. he just can't help it.

nikolai practically pushes everyone around you aside and approaches you without hesitation or shame.

you weren't even on a mission. you were simply walking around yokohama by yourself when you were approached by a white-layered haired man dressed as a circus ringmaster. you watched as he pushed the man next to you away without hesitation before bowing with his hand to his chest and lifting his hat in respect.

"gojo [name], it's an honor to finally see you in person!" nikolai exclaimed a little too enthusiastically and theatrically.

behind your black round sunglasses, your eyes widened slightly. oh, how peculiar. he already recognizes you. perhaps a stalker? well, it's nothing to be alarmed about. you're type of person who eats death threats from higher-ups for breakfast—this was not actually a big deal, so you went along with it.

you proceeded to hold a baffled expression as you tapped your chin in a thoughtful manner, "oh, my. do i know you, kind sir?"

"hohoho, let me introduce myself! my name is nikolai gogol. i've heard everything about you dear! you're the heir of the gojo family and i'm a huge fan," he exclaimed enthusiastically, "do you mind if i quiz you, dove?"

"quiz me?" you tilted your head to the side, practically making nikolai squeal on the inside from how charming and adorable you were up close, especially when you did that—perfect, your charms were working well on him.

"mhm! it is but a simple question," nikolai hummed and chuckled softly as he nodded.

"alright then, go ahead," you smiled at him kindly as you clasped your hands together.

"a vase is what this usually adorns. be careful as it may have some thorns! but even so, it is as beautiful as a ravishing woman like you," nikolai declared with a wink.

it was a riddle.

"hmm, vase? thorns? beautiful?" you furrowed your brows and held your chin between your fingers, thinking of an answer. you snapped your fingers as you smiled at him, "ah, a rose!"

"ding ding!" chimed nikolai happily, and with that, he pulled a bouquet of roses from his overcoat and handed it to you, which made you gasp softly as he continued, "a beautiful rose, for a beautiful lady."

"well, aren't you quite the charmer?" your lips curved into a smile as you pushed your glasses down slightly, just enough for your blue six eyes to stare at him, "thank you, nikolai!"

nikolai found himself giddy at the prospect of seeing you this close up, especially those gorgeous eyes of yours, let alone hearing his name spill from your plump lips. you were truly as lovely as a rose, perhaps even more so.

however, as soon as he saw a familiar man approaching you from a distance, his eyes narrowed slightly. it appeared that it was now time for him to flee. his expression changed immediately as he extended his hand for you to take, and in return, he bent down and kissed your knuckles as he gently grasped your hand, catching you somewhat off guard.

"it is truly an honor to see you in person," nikolai exclaimed before smiling and pulling away.

"gojo-chan!" you turned around to see ranpo running towards you, holding his hat and huffing for air as he came to a halt.

"ah, ranpo-kun! what are you doing here?" you asked, blinking.

"it's urgent. i need to discuss something with you," ranpo said, his eyes widening slightly as he looked at the bouquet of roses in your hands, "eh, were you on a date or something?"

"nope. this kind man gave this bouquet of roses to m—your eyes widened as soon as you turned around and found nikolai gone without a trace.

"what man?" ranpo raised a brow at you suspiciously.

you lowered your black round sunglasses to scan your surroundings, but nikolai gogol had vanished without a trace. despite the vast perception your six eyes provides you, you couldn't see him from a mile away.

he was really gone.

you then returned your attention to the bouquet of roses he had just given you, only to discover a small card tied to one of the roses that read,

"i apologize, dove, but i have a show to run. don't worry, we will meet again, gojo [name]."

after reading, you froze and found yourself clutching the bouquet tightly.

this card appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

sigma !

sigma, unlike nikolai gogol, is the true miwa kasumi type. he fanboys for you more on the inside than on the outside due to his casino manager reputation, aside from being a part of the decay of angels.

"it that... gojo [name]?" the young man muttered himself, surprised.

sigma noticed you from afar as a customer in the sky casino—his very own casino—due to your ever-familiar black round sunglasses and signature snow-white hair. sigma's eyes widened and he found himself bobbing his adam's apple. you weren't even dressed in your usual attire. you were dressed elegantly in a sleeveless black dress with a slit exposing one of your thighs and matching black heels.

how could he possibly have missed your name? sigma was certain he had memorized his casino's customers because he was the manager. unless, of course, this is your first time here; it has to be your first time. he had never seen you here before, and based on your information, you work for heiwa in tokyo.

you, on the other hand, were sipping a soda that had been served to you because you don't drink alcohol as you casually flirted and smooth-talked this one customer, discreetly learning about this sky casino.

it may not appear so, but you were on a mission right now. heiwa, your organization in charge of tokyo, asked you to look into any leads related to the books.

sigma followed you as soon as you finished talking with the said man; he was envious of how close the said man was to you. you, on the other hand, could not help but smile.

you got the manager of the sky casino's attention exactly as you planned.

you set your drink down, handing it to one of the establishment's waiters, and smiled as you watched sigma approach you, nearly tripping on his heels. his heart was racing and his mind was pounding.

oh my god.

you just smiled at him.

"yes?" you sweetly asked, watching as sigma gathered himself, clearing his throat as he faced you. you were making him nervous.

"p-pardon me, gojo [name]-san," he cleared his throat, "as the manager of the sky casino, i would just like to check in my casino's customers. that man wasn't bothering you, was he?" sigma asked, glancing at the man you were talking to earlier.

oh, my. well isn't he a bold one?

aren't customers in this establishment coded? hmm, the fact that this man knew your name could only mean one thing—this person is well aware of who you are, whether as a member of heiwa or a descendant of sugawara michizane, or maybe as the head of the gojo family. but you maintained your cool as you acknowledged him.

"oh, so you're the manager!" you exclaimed, resting your chin between your thumb and index fingers, "no worries. he wasn't bothering me at all. thank you for the concern. goodness, i should commend you. i'm not really one for casinos and all that gambling, but this establishment sure is accommodating and well kept in order. you seem very capable, and you even check on your customers!"

sigma's eyes widened. he was caught off guard. oh my goodness. his heart was screaming. you simply complimented him.

'gojo [name] commended me. gojo thinks i'm capable,' he thought, fighting back a flush that was forming and spreading across his face.

you were making him fall in love with you so easily. good god. just how were you doing that?

"would you like to share a drink or two with me, mr. manager?" you asked, tilting your head and using your charm. you mentally smirked as you watched sigma's adam's apple bob up and down. this guy was a big fan of yours it seems.

"only if it's okay with you though! you must be a busy man," you chuckled later, "it's just that I've been meaning to talk to you."

"r-really now?" sigma blinked profusely.

"you see, i'm from tokyo, and a colleague of mine mentioned the sky casino being a worthwhile place to visit here in yokohama," you skillfully lied, your voice smooth as silk, "so places i've never been to or heard of before really interest me, so i was wondering if i could perhaps hear of this establishment's background perhaps? i'm genuinely curious."

"i don't mind at all, gojo-san," a smile graced his lips, "it would be an honor to enlighten you,"

"really? why, thank you! you really are dependable!" you clasped your hands together.

you then gave him a closed-eye smile, which caused sigma to blush furiously, causing him to cover his face and turn away from you, pretending to cough when you opened your eyes and straightened your posture.

fyodor dostoevsky !

now, fyodor is not as expressive and open compared to sigma and, especially, nikolai. in fact, he's very discreet. fyodor is similar to miwa in that he maintains his cool and calm at all costs despite his feelings for you.

it was a moonlit, dark night. you had just finished business in yokohama and were now craving some sweets due to your sweet tooth, and what better way to satisfy your cravings than to satisfy your cravings? it is possible to get some at your favorite coffee shop even if it is late at night. you cheerfully pushed the glass doors, the doorbell chiming upon contact.

fyodor was already outside the coffee shop when you walked in, having arrived only a few minutes before you. with the decay of the angel almost always watching you and your fondness for restaurants and shops selling sweets, it was quite easy to track where you frequently went.

fyodor wasn't the type to go wherever he pleased in public, but he'd been meaning to see you up close, not just through a camera or screen.

after ordering a slice of red velvet cake and a matcha crepe cake, as well as your preferred iced coffee, you took the only available seat by the window and clutched your receipt, waiting for your order. fyodor decided to order at the cashier as well, and then he decided to look around, pretending to look for a vacant seat despite already knowing you had already taken the last one.

fyodor smiled at the sight of you, sitting on the cozy chair, your heavenly blue six eyes drawn towards the full moon outside as you leaned your head against your knuckles, elbows propped on the arm of the chair, and legs crossed over one another—such grace.

"excuse me," your eyes widened slightly. the stranger's russian accent easily caught your attention.

fyodor felt a little nervous now that you were staring at him from head to toe. he couldn't help but be swooned by how intently you were staring at him, especially when you pulled down your sunglasses and stared at him with your heavenly six eyes. you were simply stunning.

"yes?" your lips curved into a friendly smile.

"do you mind if i sit with you?" fyodor asked, motioning over the other tables that were occupied to reason.

"sure, i don't mind," you replied nonchalantly with a shrug of your shoulders, looking around to see that despite the late hour, the coffee shop was packed, making fyodor extremely pleased with your response.

just then, one of the pick-up staff members called your name, along with another, as two trays were served, "orders for [name] and fedya are ready at the bar!" the man said.

"that my order; do you mind if you stay here while i go get it?" you exclaimed, standing up from your seat, but fyodor gently grabbed your shoulder, forcing you to stay.

"i'll get yours, mine's ready at the bar as well," fyodor reasoned, giving you a closed-eye smile. you tried to object, but he shook his head and insisted, "just think of it as my way of repaying your kindness in allowing me to sit with you."

you couldn't help but crease your brows as fyodor walked away to pick up your orders. that man had an odd allure, but you noticed he was quite attractive—shoulder length black hair and sharp deep purple eyes—even his clothing choices were odd, but you weren't going to judge. you straightened your back in either case as he returned to the table, smiling as he handed you your drink and sweets.

"your name's fedya, right?" you suddenly asked.

fyodor's eyes widened slightly as something within him ignited when you said his nickname—even if he may or may not have planned it when he ordered his drink.

but, goodness gracious.

it sounded so good to hear it from you.

"no, my name's fyodor, dear," oops. there was a slip, but oh, well. you don't seem to mind the small endearment anyway. hehe.

"oh," you remarked with interest, smiling with a hint of mischief, "well, thank you, fedya."

fyodor stifled a small chuckle as he sat down on the seat across you, "my name's fyodor, dear."

"well, yeah, but fedya sounds cuter," you exclaimed as you sipped your drink, "plus, if you don't want me to call you that, you should have given your real name instead."

"well, you're not wrong," fyodor smiled and waved it away as he sipped the tea he ordered.

"you're not from around here, are you?" you pointed out, as you ate a piece of your red velvet cake, "your name and accent are russian."

"yes, i'm just visiting," fyodor replied, leaning back against his seat, his hands intertwined on his lap, "yokohama's an interesting city."

"i guess i agree with you on that," you shrugged, nodding in agreement.

as you two ate and drank, fyodor continued to converse with you. to be honest, there was nothing hidden behind fyodor purposefully bumping into you. he just wanted to see you up close and talk to you, and he couldn't help but be amused by how you're talking and hanging out with him—you knew what he was up to.

even if you were being playful and casual, fyodor could see and sense your passive-aggression, especially when he started talking about ability users and how sinful man is.

you may appear to be a charming and chatty young lady, but you were gojo [name].

he knows about you. how could he not? not when the decay of the angel had been eyeing for some time now. apart from possessing a dangerously strong ability and the six eyes altogether, fyodor even knows how you came from a wealthy family—a clan that you head—and he knows exactly how to push your buttons.

"all that self-righteous talk you're getting there, tch, not really a fan of it," you scoffed as you stirred your drink, your eyes narrowing slightly.

"but when you look at me like that with those eyes of yours, my love," fyodor murmured quietly as he sipped his tea, "i sure am a fan."

"uh, what did you say?" you wondered, tilting your head, "i didn't quite catch that."

"nothing, dear," fyodor said with a closed-eye smile and a wave of his hand to dismiss it.

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