#bungou stray dogs x yn

[maidensveil]

FYODOR WITH AN fem!S/O AS INTELLIGENT AS HIM

Disclaimer ; these hcs contain my lil hcs for fyodor as well. hate them? ok no one cares, leave. like them? okay then, ily.

this is kinda toxic, bc yk. Its fyodor. And im saying this in a non racist way possible, but by experience of reading russian literature, russians are fucked up. But theyre hot so idgaf.

also, these hcs are set in the pov of fyodor and what he has to think about you. Reader is in doa.

requests are open btw<3

At the start, Fyodor had never intended to be content with you, in other words, he had never expected to fall for you.

Once he starts to slowly discover his own feelings, He ignored them and ignored you,,his ego was far too high to be falling in love with, as he says, “the tainted”.

he is obviously in denial, the best thing to do here is to be patient with him.

his solution to completely ignoring these feelings are to treat you as any other, just an accomplice. Nothing more, nothing less.

however, that just results in him being somewhat frustrated in himself, which made him much more frustrated and confused.

he knows he has to keep his chin up, not bothering to deal with his problems he knows he can live with anyway.

the times you spend together as “accomplices” pulled the both of you a bit closer and closer each time.

he hated it.

he’s smart enough to realize these feelings cant just disappear, and he is absolutely dumbfounded, frustrated in this life.

The more tasks you both have makes him slowly discover your actual self and your intelligent mindset.

before you think whatever the hell you’re thinking, no. This is not a big factor to him growing to love you.

i have this lil headcanon: i know for a fact some russian families are toxic. So he grew up with lots of siblings, so him being neglected was a often thing—his sisters and brothers always stole the spotlight, so he grew up to be a tryhard, a burnt out gifted child, but slowly developed and changed his mindset and which led him to have a god complex, but that does not mean his obsession and drive for perfection was gotten rid of.

you being nearly on the same level as he is makes him nearly makes his blood boil.

of course, the keyword here is NEARLY. Fyodor is a smart man and only a fool would underestimate him. He is smart enough to not let his emotions get the best of himself.

dont worry, though. As long as you keep spending time with him, it wont be too late to change his opinion on yourself.

im pretty sure the only reason he keeps you around is because you’re a valuable chess piece (that was his opinion before he slowly fell for you).

he decides, instead of torturing himself, maybe it wouldnt hurt to accept his feelings?

of course, he would probably rather die than admit it.

Being the arrogant man he is, the most you could get is spending LOTS time with him. There will be LOTS of hints that he fancies you, so be on the look out.

If he falls, he falls hard. There is no inbetween. So, if he does fall too hard--he would consider marriage. However, that would only cross his mind only once, and that would probably only work out if he is finished “perfecting” the world.

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[shewritesallnight]

Cell Block Tango [BSD]

YN is sick of listening to Dazai’s and Fyodor’s prison mind games. Locked away underground, she yearns for a distraction and decides that it’s time for a special game of her own. But can she keep control while playing against not one but two demons…

Rating: 18+, NSFW

3.5K words

a/n: Spoiler alert for anime fans but if you are up to date with manga translations then it’s nothing new. For the sake of this fic we are gonna pretend that the prison suits are two pieces rather than the jumpsuit. We are also sticking to the manga version of the prison, not the hamster balls :p

There was a dull throb at the back of her skull and she was pretty sure she was about to have an aneurysm. That or she was finally going insane. It had been bad enough that she was stuck in Meursault; but being trapped in a box between two maniacs made her mind spin.

How she got in this mess, YN wasn’t entirely sure, but she was willing to bet Chuuya’s entire wine collection that it had to do with one of Dazai’s little schemes. She had hoped to never find herself again playing pawn to the former Executive once he disappeared from the Port Mafia.

Apparently, that was just wishful thinking.

The Demon Prodigy of the Port Mafia and the Demon Fyodor faced off in front of her. Sitting in ridiculous plexiglass cells like Hannibal Lector; and she had been graced with the misfortune of being stuck next to both, completing their little block in the shape of a U.

She had tried, when she first arrived, to question the males; an attempt at getting some idea why she had to be thrown in here. To no avail.

At some point, boredom pushed her to start a guessing game between the two of them to see who could recognize songs as she hummed the tune.

Dazai was up to date with the most current pop songs and seemingly a fan of country music. Fyodor was calling out titles before she even got to the second note of anything remotely classical or rap related.

She wasn’t sure if he called out the latter so quickly because he enjoyed the songs or he just didn’t want to hear them.

Once the conversations evolved to apparent mind reading, she left them to their devices. For all she knew they were absolutely bullshitting and toying with her mind as a form of entertainment.

She wouldn’t put it past them.

How long had they been going at it? Was it days? Weeks? It was so hard to tell in this place, though she had no doubt her two prison mates would know.

She craved stimulation, a new book, real music, or a conversation with a normal person. Hell, she was ready to attack a guard for a change of pace. Though they rarely came around save to drop off food and when they did, they remained silent and out of reach.

No doubt a stipulation to prevent any secretive communication to the outside world.

"97,462."

"4,475."

YN groaned, slamming her pillow over her face to drown out the ceaseless stream of numbers. It would put her out of her misery, if she suffocated herself with the pillow. Better yet, would be to suffocate the two of them.

She giggled into the fluff, building the scenario in her mind but frowned when her imagination came to Dazai.

The suicidal maniac would probably enjoy it.

"Uhg," with a huff, she dragged the pillow down from her face and onto her chest.

Her breath stuttered. A delicious jolt shot down her spine at the feel of the pillow brushing over her clothed nipples.

Were the prison uniforms that thin?

She tugged the pillow down another inch and her toes curled at the friction. She chanced a glance towards her cell block mates, still locked in their staring death match and spouting off numbers at a rapid pace.

Maybe they wouldn't notice. Or maybe she wanted them to, her face flushed at the thought.

Maybe she really was going insane.

Either way, it would be a much needed distraction and if it threw those two off their game while working off some frustration, even better.

Decision made, she returned her pillow behind her head and settled against the sheets. As a test she brushed her thumbnail over a nipple and keened.

Fuck, that felt good.

She slipped a hand under her top to cup her breast, gently squeezing, and groaned. Her other hand traveled down to rub over the clothed apex of her thighs.

Once. 

Twice.

Three times, just to feel the delicious friction.

She moved to tug on the band of her pants.

"What do we have here?" "What do you think you're doing?"

Her body froze at the overlapping voices. Caught, like a deer facing off with two wolves. 

She flicked her eyes first to Dazai then across to Fyodor. The duo had their gaze burning into her. She could only imagine her appearance to them. One hand hidden beneath her shirt with the other poised to slip beneath the fabric of her pants.

"I-i,” she paused. 

Honesty was out of the question, there was no way she was going to tell them that she was so bored that she accidentally made herself horny with the idea of them watching her masturbate.

A half-truth then, just enough to placate them.

She cleared her throat before speaking again, “While your little numbers game has been stimulating. I crave a more carnal distraction.”

Not breaking eye contact with the Russian, she slid her hand into her bottoms. YN bit her lip to keep from moaning when her fingertips brushed against her clit.

Was the base of his neck turning red or was that a trick of the prison lights?

"Tell me, Bella," her eyes darted to Dazai, "who brought about these carnal desires?"

Neither of them.

She hadn't been thinking of anything but the sweetness of release.

Lies.

Both men were at the forefront of her mind. It was no secret that the two of them were quite handsome in their own aggravating way. It wouldn’t be the first time she had thought about-

Annoyed, she huffed out a quick, "The both of you seem to be skilled at guessing games, why don’t you figure it out?”

She knew she made a mistake when his eyes darkened.

Holding her gaze, Dazai spoke to his rival. "Shall we find out which one of us makes her pant like a common whore?"

Heat rushed to her face.

"Seems a pointless competition when we already know who it is."

Dazai’s eyes cut to Fyodor and she felt the tension settle around the three of them. 

Taking advantage of their distraction, she took the time to take in the two figures. Dazai had a prominent tent in his pants. While Fyodor sported a large bulge; his very real flush had darkened at his neck, she wondered how far down his chest the color spread. 

It was intoxicating.

The idea of these two men arguing and turned on because of her. She felt a rush of wetness at her entrance, slipped a finger in, and moaned.

She didn't notice when she became the focus of their attention again or that Dazai had pulled his cock from his pants. Nor did she notice how Fyodor tugged his bottoms down mid-thigh and started rubbing at his own.

She was lost to the brush of her finger against her inner walls until Fyodor cut through the haze with his words.

"Myshka, look at me."

She looked up to Fyodor and sucked in a breath. He leaned back on his bed with one hand, the other working around his cock. From what she could see, the tip was the same pretty red color and smeared in precum. 

Dazai had stood, now leaning against the corner of his cell, fully facing her. She had a clearer view of his cock and could see his fingers run across the prominent vein underneath.

He looked delicious and she clenched at the view. She wanted to wrap her lips around the head and swallow him down till she felt him at the back of her throat. 

As if reading her mind, Dazai smirked. He picked up the pace of his hand when a small sigh fell from her lips.

"Do you imagine my fingers replacing yours? Reaching places you can only dream of?" She whined, eyes closing to get lost in the scene.

Yes, she wanted it.

"She would prefer my tongue working her open, tasting her until she screams." 

"F-fuck," she stuttered at Fyodor's words, curling her finger and imagining his tongue in her. 

She couldn't decide which scenario she liked better, riding his face until her body gave out or seeing Fyodor below her, worshiping her cunt from his knees. 

Dazai clicked his tongue, “It would take more than your slimy appendage to ready her for me. Don’t you think Bella?”

He tapped his tip against the plexiglass. “Let’s see how well you prepare for me. Add another finger.”

Shimming off her bottoms, she kicked them to the floor of her cell. Following his instructions, she slipped in a second finger. It was tight and she knew it wouldn’t be enough to let him in. 

Breathlessly, she began scissoring her fingers, stretching herself.

The feeling was glorious.

She wondered how he would feel, hot and heavy inside her. She’d be lying if she said she never thought of it, of him taking her against the wall at headquarters. It made her whimper, adding in a third finger.

The action wasn’t lost on her audience.

“So desperate for my cock that you can’t even wait for directions. How impatient of you.”

Muffled profanity slipped from Fyodor’s lips as she raised her shirt to her collar, exposing her breasts, to pull at her nipple.

She couldn’t hear their harsh breaths, but she could see them falling apart. Dazai’s forehead fell against the wall, his hips thrusting forward to fuck into his hand. 

Fyodor had leaned forward over his legs, one hand still working his cock while the other fondled his balls.

They continued talking, feeding off each other and the display of her body before them. Speaking into existence all the sordid little fantasies she kept tucked away in the back of her mind.

She would have thought they really did have the ability to read minds if they hadn’t spoken of other darker desires. Words that sat heavy in her core and pushed her that much closer to the edge.

She had never seen either man look so disheveled; and she had never wanted anything more than to be in the same cell as them. To hear and feel their words across her skin as they pounded into her.

“N-nhg” Her teeth clamped down on her lip to prevent the syllables from escaping, a name hanging on the tip of her tongue.

She hissed at the pain but was thankful for it.

When did she start to lose control?

There was no way she was going to give into their twisted antics. She would not say either of their names. No matter how badly she wanted to give in.

She struggled to muffle another moan, pleasure building at her center. A thought drifted across her mind, maybe she could tip things back into her favor.

If they wanted her to call out a name, she would.

It would have to be someone they both knew. Someone who would affect both men.

Someone like- oh.

Like him.

She teetered on the edge, palm grinding against her clit-

“Come for me,” they uttered at the same time.

-and she free fell into oblivion.

“Ah-h-Ango!” she cried out, eyes rolling back as her back arched off the mattress. 

Her thighs trapped her wrist while her walls fluttered around her fingers; barely registering the sputtered choke and subsequent snarl in the background.

She collapsed to her mattress, liquid and loose, and took several deep calming breaths then turned towards her audience. 

Dazai’s cum dripped down from where it splattered against the plexiglass, he looked pained. His hand next to his head in a fist.

A quick glance to Fyodor revealed his hands were covered in his release, a displeased look on his face as he watched her.

Pulling her fingers from her core, she made a dramatic show of slurping and sucking the digits clean, tugged her shirt down, and turned her back on the two.

With a flip of her middle finger towards the demonic duo, she pulled the blanket over her body and settled in to sleep.  

BONUS:

There is a saying, that if looks could kill...

Ango had never understood those words more than in that moment. 

He felt the crushing glare from the two demons on the monitors as if they were in the same room as him. Suddenly, he was very glad to have them locked away.

All the wall monitors of the intelligence room were focused on the three cells, as they had been, since the moment the prisoners had taken their first steps into Meursault.

Sure, he had expected to witness some private moments but to witness that and for YN to call out his name at the end.

There were alarm bells going off in the back of his mind but it didn’t matter. He never dared to dream that she could- that she would- 

His pants felt tight, uncomfortably tight.

Ango could feel the burn of all the eyes in the room, pointedly not looking in his direction.

The triple agent’s face was in flames, a hand covered the bottom half of his face. Trying and failing to maintain a sense of normalcy after the show.

And what a show it was.

The servers would have to be wiped. It could complicate things if he was implicated in whatever Dazai had planned.

Yes, they would have to be wiped. 

But Ango wouldn’t put it past his former friend to have a secret message slipped in. Dazai’s heart rate would need to be compared to the video and decoded. Just in case.

Ango would have to take a copy of the video home to thoroughly examine it.

Fun Fact: Ango was the one to arrest YN. Babygirl knew what she was doing when she fed him to the wolves 💅

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[unclassifiedaddict]

—Was it so bad when you started to spoil Dazai with your love? His whines and begs consistently calling for you? Simple answer: yes. Especially when all he has to do is to cling on your body, pulling you with him on the futon bed and began complaining about wanting your affection. Though how could you resist his demands needs? Brown honeycomb eyes filled with a sense of desperation swimming in them—lanky fingers digging through your clothed torso, hugging as if there was no tomorrow—and even his disheveled hair making Dazai all the more adorable. You were just going to go berserk at the mere sight alone...

A scoff escapes your lips. "...You're a menace." You say despite actively ensuring sweet touches to his bandaged arms. While the coverage felt like extra distance between the two of you. "Does it matter?" Dazai chimes, leaning into your skin. "I can be a menace all I want yet you still love me for it. Have you completely distracted in tending to me as if you're around my finger, bella."

...Hence why the both of you end up skipping work so often. But no way management's going to take that excuse.

[freakoont]

Can I request Ranpo and Dazai, Chuuya with Reader who has a lion as a pet? Like literal big lion who is really chill?

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭. 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 // 【ＳＦＷ】 // 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

REQUESTS ARE OPEN ! Check my request page for more !

A-NOTE: I'm sorry I'm taking forever to write on these🥲 writers block got me on a chokehold canon

❝Ranpo Edogawa❞

Okay. Let's be real for a moment. This man is flabbergasted at first.

Whether you're an agency member, a client, an enemy or a civilian, he will try to avoid all contact

Although he's very good at hiding the uncertainty

Now you might be wondering, well he's doing just fine with Atsushi's ability or Karl. THATS DIFFERENT

Karl isn't a terrorizing monster that can literally commit mass murder.. maybe.

And Atsushi's ability is under control

It takes him a longggg time to actually befriend you because he's literally done all the calculations and soon realized that one stupid comment and he'll probably be fed to the lion(⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

So he's actually very careful around you, which everyone has noticed.

When he does manage to realize how much calmer of an animal the lion can be, he's calmed down a little more..

Eventually it will get to the point where he's completely fine with feeding it some random snacks he'll have

But understand. He will NEVER come into physical contact with the lion.

Yes he can trust Yosano with the outcome BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN HE WANTS IT TO HAPPEN IN THE FIRST PLACE

If you get into a romantic relationship with Ranpo, this won't change. He'll always have the lion sleep in another room

One night, in the middle of the night, the lion jumped onto your shared bed, and Ranpo legit wanted to cry but held it in

Do not leave this man alone in a room with your lion because he will legit flip out and ignore you for the rest of the day and won't forgive you(⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠)

❝Osamu Dazai❞

I'm convinced that this man was contemplating if he wanted his death to be at the hands of your animal

But immediately put down the idea at the thought of pain

I think he'd be fascinated by your lion, such a vicious and strong animal can also be very calm

Dazai tried to use the animal as a few pranks on Kunikida, it backfired since Kunikida already knew how calm the lion was

And the lion was probably just a litttttle too lazy to help with execution as it just laid there watching Dazai get beaten the crap out of him

He's not exactly scared of the animal but will keep distance

He's used to seeing so many terrifying things in the world that a lion is not going to be one of those 'running out of the room with it near' situations

He's also used to Atsushi and his ability so yeah

Now if he got into a relationship with you..

Imagine coming home to seeing your animal all dressed up with Dazai just being like "Welcome back!" as he runs at you with wide arms

"WHAT DID YOU DO-"

You don't know how to take the situation with Dazai and your animal. He's says he's not too interested in the lion and would rather keep distance but then you'll find him snoozing against the lion like a pillow

❝Chuuya Nakahara❞

I can imagine joining the Port Mafia and Chuuya is assigned to help you with introductions or something

"hey I'm here- WHAT THE FU-"

He's 100% caught off guard and stepping back

"THATS A LION"

"yes"

But he's also gained a lot of respect towards you for having it

Now it's not a dog, he knows that much, so he won't be dancing around it with a treat in his hand

After a while I think if you gained his friendship he'd be willing to watch over the animal while you're gone

ONLY. after he's realized how much chiller the pet can be out of actual work

He was honestly a little disappointed to find out it wouldn't pounce at people immediately and start tearing them apart.. but also greatful

One time you lost the little guy and found him sitting and just staring at Chuuya who was stuck on the ceiling trying to get away from the lion

Apparently it had a strong liking towards Chuuya? You can't figure out why.. was it his appearance or maybe aura?

In secret, Chuuya has researching about lions and feeding it so the little guy has gotten attached you could say

If a relationship is established, Chuuya definitely treats the lion as his own son in a way

#1 caretaker for humans and animals canon

[chocsra]

✧ STORMBRINGER CHUUYA AS YOUR GUY BSF IS ....

✧ w/c: 588 ✧ content: drabbles & headcanons of cute things with stormbringer! chuuya

☆ a shocked yet distasteful groan pulling from his throat when you show him a picture of a celebrity you find cute, grumbling about how your taste in men sucks ass. you didn't think he was jealous, just shocked at the creature he was looking at. though sometimes, you barely graze the envy on his face when you actually interact with another boy; especially if he's your type, because chuuya knows. still, he brushes your friendly smile with stupidity—because the dude you're talking with 'isn't even all that.'

☆ like having an annoyed caretaker, always keeping an eye out for you, rebuking your recklessness. just appalled that you have this much carelessness for your life on a day to day basis. but even though he'd scold you gently for anything stupid or clumsy you pull, you'd always find a gloved hand reaching out to you, providing support. either when you've stumbled, or you're about to jump off a ledge from even the smallest of heights.

☆ falling face first into the ground whilst trying to fight off one of the port mafia's powerful enemies because your shoelaces were untied. humilated, you found yourself sitting on a bench as chuuya unashamedly scolds you for your rookie mistake. knelt down as he still ties your shoes. "do you double knot your laces?" he'll ask, if you already said yes, the boy would finish one shoe with a tight squeeze, before gently patting your ankle to lace the other one, "well you better start triple knottin' em!"

☆ late night calls about the silliest things. chuuya would have his camera on in his pajamas, either mindlessly fiddling with his guitar, doing some chores, or cooking simply out of boredom. he'd rant about his day, the jewel marketing circulation, this crazy fuck named 'dazai', how much he admires his superior—kouyou, and his friends which call themselves 'the flags'. in return, you can tell him all the school gossip you've picked up on, new music you caught onto, your rants in your notes app.

☆ exchanging knowing side glances at each other when someone's being annoying or a dumb fuck. it's the kind of look two sassy girls would stare at each other with a secret disdain for the person in front of them.

☆ chuuya keeping a hair tie on his wrist for you and him only. at first, it was extra incase he lost his own hair tie, but soon, if you ever needed one, he always keeps extra on his wrist so you wouldn't have messy hair flying everywhere.

☆ taking unwanted photos of chuuya while he chases after you to delete them. sometimes, it'd be mid sneeze or the boy yawning carelessly. he definitely cares once you've did a close up shot where he looks like the epitome of a ginger leprechaun. he'd (try to) snatch your phone and now gives you the stinkiest side eye when you even try to point your phone at him.

☆ unconsciously resting an arm behind your shoulders when you're both sitting side by side. for chuuya, it provides a comforting stretch for his arms, and it feels safer knowing that he can just manuver you if there was ever an unexpected attack. for you, the fact that he just does it so casually makes you a nervous wreck.

☆ believing wholeheartedly that he's human. afterall, you wouldn't feel this much adoration for a code of strings, no? you always internally chide him if he thinks otherwise, but as friends, you thought it's better to give him a comforting pat on the back.

✧ chocsra™

[miskamix]

Dazai x Fem!reader thats shy in bed

"@lia181005 Can I request Dazai x fem reader smut The reader is his gf Make the reader shy in bed please cuz I rarely see it "))"

This is one of my first time writing smut so it might be ass 😭 also i hope you like this, i added some aftercare hc at the end:3

!!English is not my first language!!

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I think dazai would love a shy partner in bed because he can tease them about it

he loves the way you grip the bed sheets and try to hide your face in a pillow because of the pleasure hes giving you.

if hes in mean mood he would just grip your hair and pull you up and starts moving faster just to make you moan louder

if hes in a nice or good mood he might just let you hide your pretty face but hes gonna whisper teasing words like "..is this to much for you belladonna..?~" into your ear to make you more flustered.

he loves eating you out for hours and listening to your moans since your so sensitive.

His strong hands keep your legs apart when you try to close them with all your strength

Sometimes he just lets go of your thighs and starts fingering your sweet spot so that you sqeeze his head with your thighs and cry.

he hates it when you cover your pretty face:( he needs to see the faces you make from the pleasure to be able to orgasm, he needs to know hes making you feel good.

makes you ride his cock since he loves seeing you shyly bounce one him while trying to hold back your moans.

if you are insecure about being chubby or skinny and try to hide your body with something during sex, then he takes all the blankets of your bed and gets all the mirrors in the house and put them around the bed while he fucks you and moans out praises like "ha~ the pretties ah~ girl i've ever fucking seen"

But if you tell him you are uncomfortable not having like a shirt cover your belly, then he won't force you to take it of.

^^He lets you use his shirts during sex and it drives him insane seeing your beutifull curves in it.

he leaves marks on you and doesn't listen to you when you tell him not to mark up your neck, he always does it so that he can get to see you all flustered the next morning when you have to go to work

He 100% says stuff like "i'm gonna make you my little mommy" and other dirty stuff like that into your ear since he knows it makes you more wet and flustered.

He has a corruption kink and you being shy and reminding him of a small helpless bunny doesn't help with that:(

^^ he just wants to bend you in half and pound you until all you can remember is his name:( but he doesn't want to scare you away by telling you that

but if you are into that he would probably make you wear a bunny suit for him

Aftercare with him is probably just him kissing you and telling you how well you did while washing your body and giving you a new pair of panties.

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[himimosa]

how they hug

some headcannons on how dazai osamu, nakahara chuuya and edogawa ranpo hugs...

Dazai Osamu

-Dazai is exceptionally observing. Even though he can't empathize with all feelings people have, he knows what to do in social situations by mimicking others, it is just about if he cares or wants to do it...

-"polite hug": This is the hug you see most in social life when you greet someone you are not close with, where the lower bodies don't touch and only arms gently holding the other by shoulders. This hug is for his acquaintances or people he interacts with for work.

- "embracing hug": He wraps his arms very tightly around the other's back. If he hugs you like this, you feel safe and sound. You can hear his heartbeat, his slow breathing. He might give a few pats to your head or back. He usually use this hug for comforting people who he cares when they are crying or feeling down...or if he wants to give someone a false sense of trust and manipulate them...

- "clingy hug": Where he just jumps into the arms of you... He wraps his arms and whole body around you like an octopus. He buries his neck wherever he likes at that moment; your hair, your neck, your chest. He whines like a little child, says how much he missed you and says that he won't let you go now... (the thing is, sometimes he hugs Kunikida exactly like this because Dazai knows this level of clinginess drives the poor guy crazy: "Dazai put your fucking arms away from me and go back to work you waste of bandages!")

Nakahara Chuuya

- I don't think Chuuya does hug a lot of people. Or does he even hug?.. He doesn't look like someone who hugs to greet people in a mafioso meeting. I can't even imagine him hugging anyone to just greet them in the port mafia, he looks more like the type who gives a nod with his head or a firm handshake at most... But even not so frequently, this redhead mafia executive has times he hugs too:

- "drunk hugs": Where he loosely puts his hand around the shoulder of whoever he is drinking with that night. (might be Akutagawa or Tachihara) This is more like a side hug, where he hums and swings the song that is currently playing on the bar, even if there is no music he will sing and swing...

-"hug with only one arm": (This is sad, please don't hate me) His job is not the most chill one, he loses people who work under him. Sometimes he loses underlings and he prefers to give their death notifications to their families by himself. He is someone who takes care of people who are under his wing, it counts for their loved ones too... When they break down with the news -the dead one's friend or companion or child doesn't matter- chuuya will simply put his gloved hand on the back of their head, and let them cry into his shoulder or chest. This is a reassuring type of hug that says "I am still here and I will take care of you"

-"stir on the air hug": This is how this man hugs you. No matter your height or weight, he is the gravity manipulator. Whenever he hugs you, he can't help but slyly and abruptly pick you up from the ground by your waist and draw circles with you. You feel like a feather in this man's arms and can't help but laugh when he rotates around like a child. He loves to adore your giggly face from the downside. And if you give him a kiss from that angle? He is the happiest man ever...

Edogawa Ranpo

- I believe that Ranpo is the clingiest among them. It is only about if he feels comfortable enough... He won't hug any acquaintance for greeting like Dazai, (i don't think he handshakes too, he probably only waves his hand to greet) But with people who he feels closer with, like Ada members? Now that's a different story...

-"hugs with jumps": You know the hugs when two people who haven't seen each other for a long while that they run into each other's arms with a jump? Ranpo doesn't need a long separation for this hug, if he is overexcited about something, he will jump before hugging. Once he jumped over Kunikida just to prove that Kunikida will catch him even if it means to drop all documents in his hands, and Kunikida exactly did that (if you know the Terry-Jack scene from B99, you know this) (also poor Kunikida)

-"back hugs": Ranpo doesn't do much at the office, his job is mostly outdoors, at crime scenes... So whenever he is at the office if he is not eating snacks, he is probably on someone's shoulders. He loosely wraps his arms around their shoulders, his head sometimes rests on one shoulder. Sometimes he helps their case files with his great skills, sometimes he just wants to bother them because he is bored. If you are working at the ada, good luck because he is never leaving you. He is like a little mosquito (a loveable one) His head is always around your ears, he never shuts up. And sometimes he bites...

-"hide my face hugs": (Again, this is sad) There are only a few people in the world Ranpo hugs like that. One would be the president Fukuzawa on a very bad day, the other would be you... Unlike others, Ranpo hugs like that in only private. He wraps his shaky arms around your waist and buries his face near your shoulder or chest. He doesn't lift his head for a while, but you can feel his shivering and the wetness on you because of his tears. He may or may not cry aloud, but he will cry. He needs you to shield him from the world, maybe pat his head and whisper everything will be okay...

[fishii-writes]

flower crowns - chuuya nakahara

paring: chuuya x gn!reader

cw: established relationship, fluff, a tiny bit of upset feelings/overthinking from reader but it ends in fluff, chuuya calls reader "my love" and "my darling"

a/n: someone wanted a chuuya version of the flower crowns fic, so here we are! enjoy!! <3 gnore that this is like 5 months late😭 the writing style maayy be a tiny bit different at the start compared to the end but thats not too noticeable i think. | dazai version

word count: 991

Dates with your boyfriend in public are rare, but nearly the very meaning of perfect when they do occur. Often, even when you have dates at each other’s houses, he gets a work call and it drags on for what seems like forever. Does it bother you? Yes. But his work is important. And if he doesn’t take the right precautions, you could get hurt. So, you let him take the calls.

And that’s what happened today.

You two were on a date after what seemed like years, at the movies, and it went really well. You two chose a movie to watch, a romance movie, and got your snacks. You giggled at the cringy and corny scenes, a tiny part of you wishing you and Chuuya were more like the couple in the movie. Nevertheless, you enjoyed the secret glances and stolen kisses you shared occasionally.

The two of you walk out the cinema, hand in hand as he listens to you rant about your thoughts on the film. You finish talking about the movie and you turn to your boyfriend. His lips are slightly quirked up at the corners, eyes softened at your talkative nature. That sweet, soft smile that drives your heart crazy.

You two continue walking, stopping for a bit at a park. You sit down on a bench, as does he, and the moment’s sweet. Sweet like the lingering taste of soda on your lips from the cinema earlier. Sweet like the scent of your perfume. Sweet like the kiss he presses onto your lips. For a short while, you two stay face to face, breath fanning over the other’s face, almost threatening to lean in again.

But you’re in public.

And that’s kind of an issue.

You sigh softly, leaning back on the bench and staring up at the branches of the tree beside the bench. Chuuya takes your hand, gently squeezing it before he hears a noise.

A noise he’s grown accustomed to, and one you wish didn’t exist, sometimes.

He sighs, letting go of your hand as he takes his phone from his pocket. He gives you a quick apologetic look, before standing up and walking a bit away from the bench to talk to whoever ruined your moment.

You know he can’t help it. You know it's not your fault. You’re not even mad at him. So why are your fists clenching the fabric of your clothes, why is your lip being bitten down on, why do you feel hurt?

You wait. Mere minutes feel like hours, heck, even years. You just wanted to be with him and him only. He was available yesterday, so why couldn’t he be called then? You sigh to yourself, knowing your way of thinking is immature to say the very least.

So, you continue waiting. Just like you always do. Today was so nice, you don’t have to ruin your mood over this! Right? Right??

Right.

That’s how it always goes.

The call continues, showing no signs of ending anytime soon. And Chuuya’s responses are becoming more and more irritated, they sound like he’s about to punch the person on the line in the face right through the phone.

And you’re about to punch the person on the other side of the line as well. Well, it's not something you can control that he got a work call, so you might as well make use of the time you’ve on your hands.

But what do you do? You groan, head thrown back over the back of the bench, lost in thought about what you could do. Seconds pass into minutes, of you thinking and Chuuya on the call.

You prop your elbow on your thigh, leaning your chin on your hand as you look at this familiar park. You come here when you’re bored, when you’ve had an argument with Chuuya or when you just need a break. So what's something you've always wanted to do?

Your eyes land on a flower, a Geranium. Its soft magenta colour draws in your gaze to land on a patch of quite a few of them. Without thinking, you stand up and walk over to them to pick them up. Chuuya glances at you quickly, confused. But as long as you weren’t too upset, he’s not too worried.

You sit down on the grass just behind the patch of geraniums, cross legged as you pluck a few from the centre of their stems. You use the tips of your fingernails to cut a small slit into the stems, sliding an uncut one into it. The receptacle of the flower holds two flowers together, so you continue until you can form a little circle out of them. Like a crown!!

Minutes turn into an hour, but it doesn't really phase you anymore. In fact, you’re almost glad. A sigh, an irritated, long sigh, escapes Chuuya’s lips as he sits down beside you.

“My love, I'm so sorry. I managed to get this pushed forward to tomorrow so we can still spend the rest of today together, if you’re still up for that.” His voice is soft, not like he’s lying to you. He sounds genuine, and you know he is. The corners of his lips are frowning the slightest bit.

You turn to speak to him, but you pause. He’s looking at you. Captivated by the way the setting sun’s ever dimming light perfectly illuminates your face, shining on just the right places. But even with his eyes almost in hearts, the frown on his lips is evident. You shuffle closer to him, pressing a soft and tender kiss to his cheek. You place something light on his head, whispering beside his ear.

“It’s okay, you can’t help it.” the corners of your lips quirk up a bit, sweetly watching his face flush lightly. Do his eyes shine brighter than the now setting sun? No. But your smile certainly does.

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[ravencincaide]

Precious flowers get picked first

Summary: Being in charge was not an easy feat for Chuuya  especially when his subordinates reached a new level of failure. A mission a glorified monkey would be able to accomplish. Yet here they were, humiliated in front of the entire Yokohama by a little brat. Still if you kept up with that attitude then Chuuya would just have to make the move himself. Before anyone else managed to pluck his flower from him. 

Pairing: Ability user fem!reader x Boss Chuuya!

Inspired request from anon: “Placed in a universe where Chuuya is the port mafia's boss and the reader is someone who made a mistake and caught the eye of the port mafia. Maybe they got involved with some mess and ended up being a port mafia's target?” 

Warnings: Cursing, blood, an intrigued, possessive and annoyed Chuuya

Enjoy~

“ So let me get this straight” the executives words were spoken slowly, condescendingly, as if addressed to a child or a barely competent idiot who sputtered pure gibberish “- you butchered the fuckin’ mission; got your asses kicked, pick pocketed and left naked at the bank of Yokohama river to waddle all the way to the base by a fucking brat?!” 

Chuuya’s piercing eyes studied the dozen men in his office. He ran his gaze over each and every one of them; their blank faces, fear filled eyes and a slight shift in their body language that loudly screamed ‘failure’. The disheveled appearance of the more experienced members and the fish-out-of-water expressions from the new recruits only added to the awkward atmosphere. They all looked like they would have preferred anything- even death- to the predicament of delivering such a humiliating report, in person, to their boss. To stare Chuuya in the face and admit that they not only failed in their assignment but did so in the most shameful fashion- a disgrace so spectacular that death was the least of their worries. In fact they all looked like they would have preferred the encounter with the grim reaper instead of this. 

For a second, Chuuya shared that sentiment. Frustrated sigh escaped his lips; a gloved hand reached up and pressed against the bridge of his nose between his eyes in a futile attempt to combat the oncoming headache at the realization that he had yet another mess to clean up. Why bother with subordinates if they were this fucking incompetent? Why be a boss if he spent more time in the field than ever before? 

Fucking morons. 

Chuuya’s free hand rested on his desk, a nervous finger tapped away against the mahogany wood right beside his top hat, a freshly poured and forgotten glass of wine and an unlit cigarette propped up against the ashtray. A ritual to mourn the lost. The initial plan was the lost comrades- now he had the mafia’s tarnished reputation to lament for. An incident that would make Port Mafia the laughing stock of the entire district; an invitation for other organizations to challenge them. To challenge the current world order, the long since established status-quo. 

“..A girl” 

Chuuya’s eyes instantly shifted to the youngest recruit who’s pitiful voice echoed around the office. The man ducked his head; finding the carpet-clad floor uncharacteristically interesting as he repeated himself an octave louder “ It was a girl” 

“ So you had the fucking time to check the brat out instead of roundin’ her up?”

Several men flickered their gazes between each other; the closest to a lewd grin they’d dare express in front of their boss. It was as if they took Chuuya’s question as an invitation to share their observation- perhaps if they appealed to the man rather than the boss then their punishment would decrease from certain murder to manageable- albeit torturous existence.  

“ Well she was really pretty, like a serene pretty and her voice was-—” Chuuya’s fist made contact with the table; the crack of protest from the splintered wood- like the fracture of bones- silenced the office. The red power surrounded him like an ominous warning; it dared the next person to open their fucking mouth, and  become very acquainted with gravity.  

“ A little girl beat a dozen mafia and you’re fucking raving about her appearance? Get out of my sight before you regret it” Chuuya’s voice was a dangerous hiss that came out in between deep breaths. When none of the men moved he launched an ashtrash at their heads; the heavy glass hitting the youngest subordinates in the forehead. It split the skull in half, spilled its dark red insides all over the boy's face and Chuuya’s office. Not sufficiently to kill but damned near close. 

The final warning. 

A warning no one questioned as the men shuffled out of the office; some of them lingered just long enough to gasp out an apology and a ‘thank you’ for his mercy. A sharp look made them rush out and shut the door firmly behind themselves. It left Chuuya in dead silence for once during this entire damned day. Surely no one would be stupid enough to disturb him more on this godforsaken night. 

Chuuya took several calm breaths. Regained his composure, calmed the spiraled bloodlust into a manageable humm in the back of his skull. Then he stood up from his desk and made sure to take the glass of wine with him. He took a sip of it, the sweetness of it shifted the murderous bloodlust into a different emotion-  a different type of lust. For a moment Chuuya lingered by his desk, torn between going back to the icy luxurious apartment in the city or to remain in the stuffy spare room of his office. He glanced at the paperwork; eyes lingered on the late evening newspapers that depicted his underlings humiliation. 

Then he groaned audibly. 

He would need to gather his executives first thing tomorrow. Silence the publicist- deal with anyone who dared question Port Mafia's authority. Sign new deals; shut Dazai the fuck up before the damage could spread to irreversible proportions. 

With quick steps Chuuya headed towards the door in the corner of his office partially hidden by a dark curtain. Past it was a simple room with a bed, a dresser and another door which led towards the bathroom with a shower. He walked past those and towards the tiny glass table with a lamp in the corner by the only window.  He flickered it on. The lamp flared and lit up, the strong rays chased back the darkness of the room. In doing so, it illuminated a handful of pictures on the wall. 

Your pictures.

 The ones stolen from city archives- copied from security cameras. Most were fuzzy with the exception of the largest one in the middle which he had stolen- purchased- from your old family photographer. A picture unfitting the family album- or engagement-proposal photo. It was most certainly Chuuya favorite. This was the one where you showed your true character. Large curious eyes half lidded in boredom behind long lashes, lips pulled up into a displeased frown and arms stubbornly crossed over your chest. A huge red flower in your hair, just barely held in place with hair pins. 

“ You’re losing your touch, flower” Chuuya murmured as he stared at your picture. “Such a mistake to be seen; so careless. Tsk tsk tsk” 

A twirl of his wine, its sweet aroma filled Chuuya’s senses. He took a sip of it- salvaged it in the moments it took to walk up to your picture. A gloved finger trailed out your features; from your hair, to the outline of your face, over your neck then up to the frown on your lips. He ran his thumb over them, as if to brush out the sullen look. His own lips itched up into a humorless smile.  

“ hmm  m’precious, keep showing off, keep being a such stubborn naughty girl and I might just need to fetch you myself” Chuuya’s grip tightened over the photograph, scrunched it in between his fingertips as his expression twisted into something obsessively morbid. Indeed you, alive and in front of him, would be magnificently better than a mere photograph. A precious little flower who would not escape his grasp; a pretty flower he would not let others-  let any other man-  touch ever again.

After all, Chuuya was the boss of the strongest underground organization, the leader of Port Mafia. And what kind of boss would he be if he let someone else pick his precious flower first? 

Author Note: Finally this fic is out! It took me longer than I wanted it to and I hope this piece fulfilled the anon's request (if you're still around of course! So so sorry it took me so long!).

And for the rest of my gorgeous reader I hoped it peeked your interest enough that you'd wanna read a (possible) part two ;)

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[dazailover4ever]

The Descent

Summary : After a brutal mission leaves you wounded, Dazai's possessive behavior intensifies, blurring the lines between protection and obsession. As you confront your fears and the Mafia's darkness, you grapple with your identity, realizing there's no escape from Dazai or this life.

This is part 2 of The Abyss Beckons

The days following the failed mission blurred into a painful haze. You were confined to the medical wing, your body wracked with pain from the gunshot wound and the deep slash across your side. Dazai visited often, always with that same unsettling mix of tenderness and darkness in his eyes. His presence should have been comforting—it always had been in the past—but now it filled you with an inexplicable sense of dread.

You couldn’t pinpoint when things had changed. Perhaps it was the way he looked at you, his gaze heavy with something more than just concern. Or maybe it was the way he lingered by your bedside, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as if trying to memorize every inch of you. Whatever it was, it left you feeling more trapped than protected.

The doctors assured you that your wounds were healing well, but the psychological scars were another matter entirely. The nightmares started soon after the mission, vivid and relentless. In your dreams, you were back in that dark alley, surrounded by enemies, the sound of gunfire ringing in your ears. But no matter how hard you fought, you could never escape the feeling of impending doom.

And then there was Dazai. He appeared in your dreams too, his presence looming over you like a shadow. He would stand at the edge of your vision, watching you with those cold, unreadable eyes. Sometimes he would reach out to you, his touch gentle, almost loving—but it always felt like a trap, as if his affection was a leash around your neck, keeping you tethered to him.

You woke up each time drenched in sweat, your heart racing, and found him sitting by your bed, watching over you with that same dark intensity.

“You’re safe,” he would whisper, his hand brushing your hair back. “I’m here.”

But the comfort those words once brought was gone, replaced by a growing sense of unease.

As the days passed, you began to notice the changes in the Mafia’s base. The atmosphere was tense, even more so than usual. The subordinates you encountered were on edge, their eyes darting nervously whenever Dazai was mentioned. You overheard snippets of conversations, hushed whispers about Dazai’s ruthlessness, about the brutal punishments he had doled out since your injury.

It wasn’t like Dazai to be so openly violent. He had always been cold and calculating, but his methods were usually subtle, his punishments carefully measured to ensure maximum effectiveness. Now, though, it seemed as if he was lashing out indiscriminately, his fury spilling over in a way that left even his closest allies shaken.

You tried to push the thoughts aside, to focus on your recovery, but the sense of dread only grew stronger with each passing day. The dark aura that surrounded Dazai seemed to seep into every corner of the base, poisoning the air with fear and suspicion.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you were well enough to leave the medical wing. The doctors cleared you for light duty, and you were eager to get back to work, to find some semblance of normalcy in the chaos that had consumed your life.

But when you stepped out of your room, you found Dazai waiting for you, his expression unreadable.

“Ready to get back to work?” he asked, his voice deceptively casual.

You nodded, forcing a smile. “I’m ready.”

He studied you for a moment, his gaze searching, as if trying to see through the mask you wore. “Good. There’s something I need you to take care of.”

You followed him through the winding corridors, your heart pounding in your chest. The familiar sights and sounds of the Mafia’s base should have been comforting, but instead, they felt oppressive, the shadows closing in around you.

Dazai led you to a small, dimly lit room at the far end of the base. Inside, you found a man tied to a chair, his face bruised and bloodied, his eyes wide with terror. He looked up as you entered, a desperate plea in his gaze.

“This is the last of them,” Dazai said, his tone matter-of-fact. “The ones responsible for the ambush. I thought you might want the honors.”

You stared at the man, your stomach twisting in revulsion. He was shaking, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to speak.

“P-please,” he stammered. “I-I didn’t mean to… I was just following orders…”

Dazai’s eyes flicked to you, a cold smile playing on his lips. “Go on,” he urged. “He deserves it, doesn’t he?”

You felt sick. This wasn’t what you wanted. You had always known the Mafia’s world was brutal, that you had blood on your hands—but this was different. This was cold, calculated cruelty, a punishment meant to satisfy Dazai’s twisted sense of justice.

“Dazai,” you began, your voice trembling, “I… I don’t think…”

His smile faded, replaced by a hard, icy stare. “You don’t think what?” he asked, his tone deceptively calm.

You swallowed hard, your mouth dry. “I don’t think this is necessary. He’s already been punished.”

Dazai’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you thought he might lash out at you. But then he nodded, a small, almost imperceptible gesture.

“Very well,” he said, his voice flat. “If that’s what you want.”

He turned to the man, who was sobbing quietly, and pulled out his gun. Before you could react, he pressed the barrel to the man’s temple and pulled the trigger.

The sound of the gunshot echoed in the small room, and you flinched, bile rising in your throat. The man slumped forward, his body lifeless, blood pooling on the floor.

Dazai holstered his gun, his expression unreadable. “Clean this up,” he ordered, his voice cold and detached.

Two subordinates entered the room, their faces pale as they hurried to obey. Dazai turned to you, his gaze piercing.

“Next time,” he said softly, “don’t hesitate.”

You nodded, your hands trembling at your sides. But inside, you felt something break, a crack in the armor you had built around your heart. The darkness that clung to Dazai was seeping into you, and you didn’t know how much longer you could resist it.

Over the next few weeks, you threw yourself into your work, trying to drown out the growing sense of unease that gnawed at you. Missions came and went, each one more dangerous than the last. You fought fiercely, driven by a desperate need to prove yourself, to show that you were still strong, still capable.

But no matter how hard you tried, the nightmares continued to haunt you. And always, in the background, there was Dazai—watching, waiting, his presence a constant reminder of the darkness that threatened to consume you.

One evening, after a particularly brutal mission, you returned to your quarters, exhausted and covered in blood. You collapsed onto your bed, your body aching, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

You had just begun to drift off to sleep when you heard a knock at the door. Groaning, you pushed yourself up and opened it, expecting to find one of your subordinates with a report or an update.

Instead, you found Dazai.

He stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, his dark eyes fixed on you. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence stretching between you like a chasm.

Finally, Dazai stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he said quietly, his voice devoid of emotion.

You stiffened, your heart pounding. “I’ve been busy,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Busy,” he repeated, his gaze never leaving yours. “Is that all it is?”

You looked away, unable to meet his eyes. “What do you want, Dazai?”

He was silent for a long moment, and when he finally spoke, his voice was soft, almost tender. “I want to know what’s going on with you. You’re different.”

“I’m fine,” you lied, forcing yourself to look at him. “Just tired.”

He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t lie to me. I can see it in your eyes. You’re not fine.”

You felt a surge of anger, a desperate need to push him away. “What do you want me to say, Dazai? That I’m scared? That I’m tired of all this killing, all this blood? That I don’t know if I can do this anymore?”

He reached out, his hand cupping your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. “You’re not alone,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your skin. “You have me.”

“That’s the problem,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “You’re a part of this, Dazai. You’re a part of what’s tearing me apart.”

His eyes darkened, his hand dropping to his side. “I see,” he said quietly. “So that’s how it is.”

You felt a pang of guilt at the hurt in his voice, but you couldn’t stop now. “Dazai, I need… I need space. I need to figure things out.”

“Space?” he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. “Do you think you can just walk away from this? From us?”

“It’s not that simple,” you said, your voice breaking. “I don’t want to walk away, but I can’t keep going like this. Everything’s changed, Dazai. You’ve changed.”

Dazai’s expression hardened, a flicker of something dangerous passing through his eyes. “Change is inevitable in our line of work,” he replied, his voice cold. “You knew what this life entailed from the start.”

“But it’s not just the work!” you exclaimed, your frustration boiling over. “It’s you. You’re different, Dazai. Ever since that mission, something’s… shifted. You’re not the same person I trusted, the person I—”

You cut yourself off, realizing what you were about to admit. But Dazai wasn’t going to let you hide.

“The person you what?” he asked, his tone low, almost a growl. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Say it.”

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. The words were on the tip of your tongue, but the fear—the fear of what it would mean, what it would change—kept them locked inside.

But Dazai wasn’t one to be denied. His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close. His grip was firm, almost bruising, as he stared down at you with an intensity that made your breath catch.

“Say it,” he repeated, his voice a dangerous whisper.

You looked up at him, your eyes wide, and for a moment, you saw a glimpse of the man you had once trusted, once cared for. But that man was buried deep beneath layers of darkness, of anger, of something that terrified you more than any enemy you had ever faced.

“I can’t,” you whispered, tears stinging your eyes. “I can’t do this anymore, Dazai.”

His grip tightened, and you winced in pain. “You don’t get to decide that,” he hissed, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and something darker, something possessive. “You belong to me. You always have.”

You tried to pull away, but he held you firmly, his other hand coming up to cradle your face. “Don’t you see?” he murmured, his voice suddenly soft, almost pleading. “I’m doing this for you. To protect you. To keep you safe. Everything I’ve done—it’s all been for you.”

His words sent a chill down your spine. The sincerity in his voice, the desperation—it scared you. Because you knew, deep down, that he believed every word he was saying. And that was what made him so dangerous.

“Dazai,” you whispered, tears spilling over. “Please, let me go. I need to think, to figure out what I want, what I need.”

His expression softened for just a moment, his thumb brushing away your tears. “You need me,” he said quietly. “And I need you. That’s all there is.”

You shook your head, your heart breaking. “But not like this. Not if it means losing myself.”

He stared at you, his gaze piercing, as if he was trying to read your soul. Then, slowly, he released your wrist, stepping back. The loss of his touch was both a relief and a heartbreak, the distance between you more painful than you had imagined.

“I won’t let you go,” he said finally, his voice low and dangerous. “Not now, not ever. But if you need time, take it. Just remember—there’s no escape from this life. From me.”

With that, he turned and left, the door closing behind him with a finality that echoed through the room.

You collapsed onto the bed, your body trembling with exhaustion and fear. The tears you had been holding back finally spilled over, and you buried your face in your hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

The truth was, you didn’t know how to escape this life. You didn’t know if you even wanted to. But the thought of staying, of being trapped in this cycle of violence and darkness, of being consumed by Dazai’s obsession—it terrified you.

But as much as you wanted to run, to leave it all behind, you knew deep down that Dazai was right. There was no escape. Not from him, not from the life you had chosen.

—— THE END ——

[delusionalwriter02]

hihi! i loved ur instagram bf series, and wondering if you could do edgar allen poe? if ur not comfy with it or too busy it's fine!!!

thankssss!

Insta as Poe's GF

a/n : Hello! I reallyyyy love poe so I hope you'll like it! Thank you so much for your request and your kind words <3

<3 liked by Ranthebestpo, p0e and 349 others.

Yn_theoneandonly : don't know who I love more, Poe or Karl

Ranthebestpo : i prefer Karl

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : it's too hard to choose

↳ p0e : my sweet angel, are you REALLY asking this question ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : but Karl is soooo cute

↳ p0e : I prefer Karl over myself too

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : WHAT NO YOU DON'T

↳ p0e : I do

↳ Ranthebestpo : congratulations !!!

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : tf ?

↳ Ranthebestpo : he said "I do" like in marriage

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : why do I even bother talking to you

↳ Ranthebestpo : I'm the best, it's normal for you to be attracted to me

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : i'm SO not

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Yn_theoneandonly : we wanted to find a friend for Karl and I thiinnnkk we did a good job

Daze_i : they seems to hate eachothers

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : between hate and love, they're always a fine line

↳ Daze_i : the line is huge

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : they're hugging, stop talking

↳ Daze_i : he's *strangling him

↳ Yosanurgirl: don't listen to him love, you did a great job and that cat is so CUTE

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : ikkkk we found her in the streets, the poor baby was starving

↳ Daze_i : oh so you found @.Chu_uya ?

↳ Chu_uya : WHAT IN THE HELL are you talking about

↳ Daze_i : you're a child in the wild

↳ Chu_uya : and you're a rat eating shit

↳ Daze_i : so rude and digusting

Yosanurgirl : btw what's her name ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : it's Lily Marguerite the 1

↳ Yosanurgirl : hmmm okay that's original

↳ p0e : it's just Lily, ONLY Lily

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : no she got a full name

↳ p0e : you never call her Lily

↳ Yosanurgirl : spill the tea

↳ p0e : baby, lovely, my girl, daughter, angel, sweet little baby, my dear and fucker

↳ Yosanurgirl : the last one ????

↳ p0e : it's only when Lily piss on her

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Yn_theoneandonly : Lily became the boss of the house

Ranthebestpo : where's Karl

↳ p0e : sleeping

↳ Ranthebestpo : I WANNA SEE HIM

↳ p0e : then come over

↳ Ranthebestpo : omw

Yosanurgirl : She's such an icon

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : she's amazing

↳ Yosanurgirl : how's Karl doing with her now ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : they're bestfriends, always making a mess of the house

↳ Yosanurgirl : so a destructive duo ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : 100%

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Yn_theoneandonly : If the whole was watching, I'd still dance with you

p0e : I love you more than words could ever express

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : i love you even more my dear

Yosanurgirl : you're sooooo cute

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : ily my love!!!!

↳ Ranthebestpo : i'm watching you

↳ Yosanurgirl : what??

↳ Ranthebestpo : don't cheat on Karl

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : RANPO WHAT ???

↳ Yosanurgirl : leave him

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : who ???

↳ Yosanurgirl : OMG GIRL I was talking about RANPO

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : oh yeah.... totally got it

↳ Yosanurgirl : sure

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Yn_theoneandonly : he just saw us kissing

Ranthebestpo : stop traumatising my poor baby

↳ p0e : YOUR ??

↳ Ranthebestpo : MINE, you already got Yn and Lily, leave me Karlllll

↳ p0e : n e v e r

↳ Ranthebestpo : not nice

↳ p0e : got get your own raccoon

↳ Ranthebestpo : but I want the intelligent one

↳ p0e : he's MY child so stop arguing

hey! hope you liked it ? i saw SO MANY photos of raccoon, it's my new favorite animal, anyway thank you so so so much for your request!

see you<3

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛

Headcanon: Daily life of you dating them. Ft Dazai, Chuuya, Nikolai and Ranpo

A/n: accept this as a payback for being gone for to long. Miss you guys, how have you been?

ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY

PORT MAFIA

MASTERLIST

Dazai:

You need to deal with him fr to much.

Can see him ordering drinks during you dates, specifically asking the waiter to bring two straws only to see him drink it from both.

Are you even dating him if you both haven't already taken couple quizzes on the Internet.

This mf istg. LIKE you are about to kiss and he would bump his forehead with yours.

Either he is 10/10 romantic or will be the worst lover in history.

Aww but imagine, if you are in bad mood and insecure or stuff, or saying why you hate your self, he would overhear that and list you things he likes about you. Cute, BUT STOP HIM BEFORE IT GOES FOREVER.

Never leave him alone at home. This man would bring those glow in the dark stars and paste it all over your room. THE LIGHT SO BRIGHT IT BLINDS YOU EYES.

UwU that gives him and you a reason to sleep together on the couch.

You both tried to set up yourself as avatars on games, trying to get your virtual self together only for Dazai's avatar to turn into a bread and commit arson.

Chuuya:

Can imagine you both raking up leaves and jumping into them.

he trying their best to be quiet while you are taking a nap.

This man gets into a heated argument with someone begins threatening them, only for you to pick him up and toss him over your shoulders walking away while he still shouts.

10/10 perfect dynamic couples

You both will visit a field of flowers as a dating spot and thinking you have time to take photos but then both of you end up laying in the field together and picking beautiful flowers for each other. Bonus when both of you make flower crowns for each other.

He kisses you before heading out to kill people, while you lie still in bed trina cope up completing your education degree he can never have. (Lets be real, they are 22, people are finishing college at that moment and not killing people for fun-)

You tried to connect to his Wi-Fi and jokingly put your own name in as the password.

WELL that actually worked and you are connected to his Wi-Fi. (STFU ITS NOT CRINGE ITS FLUFF)

Nikolai:

THIS MAN likes stealing your phone to change your phone's wallpaper into cursed pics from your Pinterest. 10/10 morning trauma

He helps you dry and brush your hair after a shower and visa versa.

Normalising playing on the swings at a small playground that nobody goes to anymore because that's what two sane persons do.

Hands down, both of you tried to cross your kitchen playing three-legged race.

Never let this man draw. You both will be drawing each other and man will breakdown just because he cant lift a pencil. HOW CAN YOU LIFT A MF GUN THEN??

Once you and him were stranded on a raft in the middle of a lake. DONT ASK WHY.

Ranpo:

You have to tie balloons around his hand so he doesn't get lost in the crowd.

JUST IMAGINE-, He has a french fry in his mouth and dares you to steal it from him. and when you try to do it, he puts the whole fry in his mouth and makes you kiss him. 10/10 RIZZNPO.

Thanks to his amazing direction skills, you both get lost in IKEA.

HUJFDISF He will touch your face and tell you its really soft while he gives nose kisses!>>>

Presuming you can knit, he forced you to make a very very very long scarf, only for him to make you sit beside him and share it. (No dazai, that cannot be your rope)

Thanks for reading! I am thinking to change my writing theme. But either ways Do vote if you like ig? Byee lysm :D ๑ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY ๑PORT MAFIA ๑MASTERLIST ๑HEADCANONS

[unclassifiedaddict]

—Who would've guessed that once moving in with your boyfriend Dazai can severely differentiate your life in a way you weren't able to consider at the time? It wasn't anything too catastrophic (thankfully) — that's for sure. You were, however, taken aback by just how exactly was the amount of times spent living quite... Regular, almost. It couldn't be a life with the brunet if it hadn't included his occasional pranks, mischiefs, and whatnot; Of course, you only needed to endure it....

But simply no days were spent without Dazai bickering constantly to means without end. Mostly on anything random but rarely nothing. Usually chattering like some highschool teenager digging into the latest drama. Adoring, though; you couldn't help but love him more.

"...Yeah, really? Tell me more." You mumble reluctantly with an inattentive voice, unamused as ever after letter and another. Yet that darling voice tuning the sounds of each word to a sweet pleasure—maybe akin to the careless feeling of open breeze. Just saves you from boredom. Did it even matter if you listened in or not? He himself was distracted with the way he couldn't quit telling you whatever. Though Dazai did attempt to snag a glimpse of your focus eventually.

"Oh, 'Tell you more'? My, I'm starting to think that you're more concentrated on my voice, sweetheart."

"...You're the one who decided to start rambling!"

[freakoont]

❝𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬❞

︵‿︵‿୨🍪୧‿︵‿︵

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 【ＳＦＷ　ａｎｄ　ＮＳＦＷ ｉｎｃｌｕｄｅｄ】

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

GENDER NETURAL BUT AFAB READER sorry :')

REQUESTS ARE OPEN ! check the bottom of this post for information <3

︵‿︵‿୨🍪୧‿︵‿︵

【ＳＦＷ】

When you first start to begin noticing signs of having a crush on him, Ranpo immediately picks up on it.

Does he actually say or do anything about it? No . . . Not for a long while.

He's not embarrassed or nervous about it, actually he uses your little crush as a advantage to tease and mess with your cute little brain !

"hey, (Y/N) can you get me some pockys? I'm about to die from hunger, y'know!"

"..I'm busy, Ranpo."

"oh, fine."

...

"oh yeah, (Y/N) I seem to recall you were staring a lot at me earlier, which is kind of odd for a friend-"

"I'll get those snacks now"

Ranpo's never had a crush or significant other, so there are some things he doesn't know what to do. but he mostly treats your relationship the same way he treated you back when you were just friends

At first, he was a little nervous about saying things like 'I love you' because he thought it sounded cringe, but after a short while he needs to hear you say it 30 times a hour with lots of kisses💋

Ranpo can be a little shit at times, but he makes up for it for his good memory and always being able to understand you better than you know yourself.

Example: Ranpo will always remember little things about you! He noticed you staring at a T-shirt in the mall once and suddenly you've got it gifted to you, "from the worlds greatest detective; to my favorite assistant"

A lot of times when you're working in ADA, Ranpo will just hop onto your lap and keep still and silent as he eat snacks.

He loves being in your presence, just being around you is enough.

He's not crazy on PDA, usually holding your hand and dragging you along with him. He'll occasionally tease and embarrass you in public though, most of the time it isn't intentional

"(Y/NNNNN) :( can we please go to that bakeshop !"

"we were just at one. Besides, you still have that cake to finish at home."

"..."

"WHAT THE- GET OFF MY BACK YOU CRAZY MAN-"

"LETS GO TO THE BAKESHOP THEN-"

Ranpo is a BIG cuddle bug! He loves being little spoon especially. Just laying on top of your chest or besides you as you caress his hair and kiss his forehead

He'll melt from your touch

He's a baby

Ranpo doesn't usually get jealous. It's a rare thing actually, he's a chill guy and just uses his deduction to know you love him 110%

He's probably gotten used to Dazai flirting with you, before you two got together, that he's unbothered by other people

TXT: "Ranpo ! Some guy is flirting with me !"

TXT: "👍"

TXT: "do you not care that someone is trying to get with me?"

TXT: "woah there. FIRST OF ALL☝️ I've already deducted that you wouldn't do anything to hurt me. You care to much. SECOND OF ALL☝️ I've also deduced that he's drunk"

TXT: "I'll go buy you some ice cream now..(⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)"

TXT: "👍"

...

TXT: "ily"

TXT: "I love you too(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡"

I feel like Ranpo isn't good with feelings and his words. When he notices that you're angry or upset, he'll kind of just be lost on what to do to cheer you up

He'll make some unhelpful comments here and there, trying to cheer you up and joke around... But then it might piss you off a little more

HE'S TRYING(⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

He's bad at reading emotions, and when he does understand he'll share his snacks and keep quiet...

His love language is: words of affirmation and physical touch

He's not one to use pet names, just usually call you by his own nickname for you and that's it. Occasionally he'll call you his 'favorite assistant' or his 'watson'

Ranpo gets a boost in his confidence whenever you praise him. You and Fukuzawa are definitely the most important people in his lives, meaning your words mean SO MUCH to him

If you're the type to like cooking and cleaning, you've won him over. He hates chores and loves just sitting around and eating snacks

If you feed him as he sits or lays on your lap he'll literally die a happy man

❥๑━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━๑❥

【ＮＳＦＷ】

Ranpo is a switch, but definitely leans towards a bottom more

He'll be a very loud person in bed when you're on top of him.

If you tease him and poke at his sensitive parts, Ranpo will get flustered. You will catch him blushing and trying to keep quiet, just poke at him some more

Of course, don't be mean to him though. He only likes it when you praise him for doing good, because he's very inexperienced.

Ranpo is good at giving oral, he knows how to read you and where you like to be touched the most

Whenever Ranpo has a rough day, he'll either want you to ride him to make him feel better or he'd want to eat you out

"Mmmm... You look so good riding me like that,"

"just like that, Aah~"

"Love, I'm gonna- A-Ah"

He's noisy, but you can shut him upಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

Ranpo doesn't have that strong of a sexual desire. Sex isn't the most important thing to him. it's you🫵

If you ask him enough, praise him all day, and have a little teasing at eachother, maybe your lucky enough to walk home with him pulling you into the bed(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

His favorite positions are cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, anything with you taking control

He's very lazy and will let you do most of the work

Ranpo actually doesn't have any kinks, and I know a lot of you will be like "no he'd have a praise kink☝️" but I'm sorry to say that, Ranpo would 100% find the idea of kinks disgusting

LIKE I KNOW. I can see him having a praise kink too but it just fits so well for him to find 'kinks' disgusting

He doesn't like using toys either. Well, specifically for himself

If he feels like teasing you and edging you on, expect him to be using a vibrator on you and moving it around to get you moaning, but that's it really

If you're a easily-embarrassed or awkward and shy person, he'll definitely tease and mess with you when he's taking the lead

He's definitely had you doing things with him in the office and after you're finished you'll be like, "did... Did that really just happen?🧍‍♀️"

"Ranpo, the others are gonna be back any moment, please let's just finish at home.."

"Mmm, not a chance... Now, if you're so worried about it, you better start moving faster for me, sweet one.." he spoke, his hand on your ass as he straddled you on his lap as he sucked on a lollipop, his eyes were on yours. His other hand moved up your back and caressed your body.

How did you ever get dragged into this with him? Oh wait. It's Ranpo.

Ranpo loves face sitting

He'll eat you out like a unspoken religion, digging his teeth into your inner thighs just to hear your sweet noises as he knows he's doing good

He also loves it when you leave lipstick kisses all over him

YOU'LL LITERALLY MAKE HIM ALL NERVOUS AND BLUSHING. He'll be at a loss for words and start to ignore all eye contact

༻༺━━━━⁎∗.*.∗⁎━━━━༻༺

REQUESTS - I am accepting any requests for any character for the following fandoms:

Bungo Stray Dogs, Genshin Impact, Danganronpa, Ninjago, Southpark, Obey Me, 7 Deadly Sins, Tokyo Revengers, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Death Note, Walking Dead, Demon Slayer, Assassination Classroom, Hunter X Hunter, Komi Can't Communicate, Diabolik Lovers and Doki Doki Literature Club

I will write any of the following: smut (all characters WILL be aged up), fluff, crack/joke, specific plot, angst, HC's, BL, GL

Do not expect me to write any of the following: intense gore scene, sexual themes that are disturbing to most people and anything that will get me banned for a specific and obvious reason.

I accept requests for any character from any of the fandoms I have named :)

[night-dazai]

Hi there. I just read "Beautifully Destroyed" and it was so good! I really like your writing style..

I'm interested in requesting a Fyodor x reader fic, with some religious themes, where they're having their first time together and he's starts out soft and vanilla but slowly gets rougher and more aggressive as he keeps going.

Please feel free to ignore if this makes you uncomfortable. Sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language

and thank you for your time.🍓✨️

Falling for you

Hey, it was such a lovely request while writing this I just realized that I really love writing and reading stuff where the reader is a virgin. And plus thank you so much, I am honoured that you enjoyed my previous work. Thank you любовь💕💕💕

Tags: reader virgin, rough sex, mentions of little blood, female reader, manipulation but sweet aftercare.

Also thanks to @inconspisheadreams for helping me proofread this, but if there are still any mistakes found do let me know. ❤️

When you first explain to your friends what your type is, add all the details on appearance and personality. little did you know that you were just subconsciously attracted to Russian men. More especially religious Russian men, meeting Fydor was a complete accident no it was a destined meeting, something you humans could not control. 

Little did you know that it was all planned from the first time the Russian saw you at the club, sitting in the corner with a tissue covering your drink? Innocence is seen in your bright eyes and clumsy behaviour, running to your friends when a guy hits on you “Please I said I am not interested, “ you would mumble holding your friend's dress as they told the dude to back off. 

The moment he saw you he knew he would protect you, and also make sure to create a world where you won't be bothered by such things and your innocence can be safe, slowly making accidents for you two meet in cafes and book shops you frequent. The way your eyes widened at his appearance, you were not very short but the little height difference was something Fydor found very cute. 

After a whole year of careful manipulation, he had you become his girlfriend “Fyda …” you started out fidgeting with your top “ что за проблемная принцесса? “ (what's the prob princess ?” ) his voice so gentle rough big hands holding yours. “I…..I always wanted to lose my virginity after marriage “, you said blushing just at the word. 

He was not surprised but kind of, he did expect you to be inexperienced with the way you reacted to his advances but still, the fact that no man has ever touched you made his blood rise “You have not even kissed хомяк ?” (hamster).

His hands traced gently on your bottom lip which quivered under the rough skin contact “ Y...yeah “ you said nodding your head. The black Russian made a note “Marriage, first night “, and from that day on your extremely peaceful life started. 

College got over you got the job at the place you always wanted, Fydor was busy working and you never bothered to ask what it was “ Fyoo!” you exclaimed running into your shared house and thinking about the message you got from him “What-” you words stopped short. Fydor was in the most beautiful white suit you have seen his long hair loose eyes sparkling, on one knee he opened the box “Will you, хомяк ?” (hamster ). You could not control the tears “Yeah!” you nodded and leaped into his arms.

The wedding was short with close friends and people you guys wanted, with Sigma and Nikolai right next to your husband, who was a bit too eager to get his hands on your pure body. 

“What will he think? will he like me? He told me it's fine so it must be right ?” you thought pacing in the bathroom and looking at your reflection. Dressed in a full white gown you stood, the neck was a bit deep and the soft silk showed your curves very lustrously.

Glamping down the lump in your neck you walked out to your bed sat in the corner and waited for your husband. 

Fydor walked into the room, and his proper eyes caught you sitting on the edge of the bed playing with your dress.“Love”,  he said walking towards you. Raising your head you see him all angelic in white “According to the rules of a married couple we must make sure we are married .” his hands roamed your exposed neck as he took a seat next to you “And do you know what that means right ? I will be touching you in very intimate place “ his voice had the same gentle tone but something in it made you shiver. All you could do was nod your head, his lips crashed on yours, soft plump. The kiss was a bit rough is what you felt, it was not the same way he kissed you in front of everyone. 

His rough hands roamed your body and his weight pressed down on you, in all the years of your dating you guys never did anything and even if you slept in the same bed the max was his hands on your waist but now it held a firm grip, unlike his fragile appearance. 

Your head hit the white pillows “I am removing the clothes “, he said sitting back on his heels to remove his shirt, all you could do was sit back and admire the view in front of you “So hungry хомяк “ he teased not removing his pants “ your turn “ he said and moved the dress up your head dropping the only piece of clothing you had. 

Your hands instinctively went to cover your chest “Don't hide dear “, he said moving your hands to admire the view, “ only I can see and feel this “ he thought and gently massaged your breasts. 

It felt weird, you were not sure if that was the feeling of lust but your legs rubbed instinctively “It's soft love “ he mumbled face nuzzling against your neck leaving hot wet kisses down your inner jaw from your neck to your chest while gently holding and twisting your nipples.

Weird noises left your mouth no matter how hard you tried to hold them in it did not work, Fydor’s leg between yours made you feel even weirder you felt scared “Fyda…” you mumbled trying to hold his shoulders “ Fyda..” you said a bit louder making his stop his actions. 

“It feels weird “ you said with wet eyes lashes wet, face red you covered your chest again. 

He wanted to go slow, yes he did, slow and make sure you enjoyed it, he did not want to force you so much that after the first year, he stopped all his tricks thus, the mastermind criminal fell in love. But how can he stop when you lay under him all naked crying just from a few kisses? like not even his fingers but a few kisses, he could not stop and he would not. 

Kissing your forehead he leaned in “Love, it's alright you will soon learn that this is pleasure “ he said moving your hands again but this time his place fingers slithered down to your wet core. 

That feeling you felt when his hands touched your slit, you realized that whatever this person was going to do to you would surely be nothing but pleasurable. You opened your legs a little bit earning a chuckle from your husband “Good хомяк “ he said moving his head down and licking the little hard bud. 

Shots of current and pleasure moved through your body “Fyda…” you moved his name like a chant holding the sheets like it was your lifeline you let the Russian lick and suck all he wanted and for heaven's sake, it felt soo good, it felt heavenly. 

Suddenly you felt a knot in your stomach “ mov..move” you said trying to push his head, it felt like you were going to pee you struggled to move his head but it was too late. Fydor just sat next to your cunt as your squirted for the time in your life, your body shook and trembled in the effect “No..” you sobbed thinking the bad. 

But Fydor was quick to come up to your face and kiss your eyes “It is not what you think, this means I did a good job, you felt good right ?” he asked making you peek at him from your fingers which hid your face ” Yeah “. 

“ The next things will feel even better “ he said slithering to your hole and slipping in, and you could have never wished for anything better. After making sure you had cum twice on his fingers alone he decided that you were ready. 

Removing his pants he let him free, your eyes widened seeing a dick for the first time in real life “It's fine nothing to be scared of it will soon feel good “ he said and pressed the tip at your opening. 

As he entered slowly the pain shot right up your abdomen to your spin and felt like your neck was full your body was getting split into half, hot tears fell on the white already stained pillow, you held on to his arms digging your nails in them. 

The blood was visible on his dick mixed with your juices and cum, it was a dizzy feeling “Was I supposed to go soft? She can take it right ?” he thought pulling his dick out and in with every slow movement seeing the bloody shaft vanish and reappearance. The promise of going slow and not wanting to hurt your innocence all left his mind “I will be one and teach you everything “ his mind went a bit too blank for your good. 

With a sudden thrust, he pushed his full length in making you whimper and hold his arms tighter feeling the burning pain, his thrusts did not stop Pace rough hands holding your hands down making sure you were not squirming or moving as he moved in and out of your bloody cunt. 

“Slo..slow down “ you moaned pain slowly fading and something new settling in, it was weird but felt weirdly nice and …full. Fydor threw his head back and kept moving at his own pace as your words and please fell on deaf ears, he was busy chasing his high in your tight cunt which was almost suffocating him. 

It was not long before you held his hands tighter shouting you were cumming soon he followed. “phew …” Fydor moved his hair back opening his purple eyes to look at your fucked out face, it was not that he did not hear, he did not want to hear. Your pleading voice was music for him, your little grip was like a peck on his hands, and your tears turned him only more. Pulling out he let his cum mixed with your flow out of your cunt as you lay there twitching. 

The white bed stained with drool, tears, sweat and cum look beautiful with the tiny drops of your blood which were mixed with your cum “ хомяк ?” he asked. Getting his rational mind back Fydor realised his actions “You could not even handle a simple pinch and would yelp shit !” he thought and moved your hair from your face “You alright ? I am sorry love “ he said soothing and kissing your checks. 

“Yeah… it hurt but…later felt nice..” you yawned sleep and tiredness taking over your exhausted body you pulled him with the only strength you and he let you “It's fine …sleep,” you said closing your eyes and holding his neck. 

Never in all his life did a man like him expect to meet someone like you and have you to himself “Sleep хомяк you did so good for me “ he said. Not sleeping you moaned answering him “I…я тебя люблю “(I love you ) you mumbled and went into slumber your body relaxing against his chest as his eyes widened in surprise. 

Did you learn Russian for him? A genuine smile formed on his thin lips “Good night and я тебя люблю “ he said getting up cleaning you hugging your naked body and drifting into the best slumber he had in his entire life. 

[almond-t0fu]

Dazai: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent?

Y/n: Go the fuck to sleep

Dazai: What gif I don't want to?

Y/n: Fuck You