#coming for him!!!!!! I'm crying all my tears. And Akutagawa was so cool in the end!!! By heart was beating so fast!!!!!

[sskk-manifesto]

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[queer-n-here]

I just read the akutagawa fic someone requested so I wanted to request smth similar if that's cool!

Sigma comes home with an attitude after getting all stressed at work so we cockwarm him

Take ur time btw ik you're prolly stressed w school and stuff 🙏

Gah, brother! Ittookmeashittonofwhiletogetthispieceoutimsosorryireallyreallyreallytriedveryhard-

*clears throat* I... *Sigh* I'm sorry it took me so much time to get this out. But I'm really proud of myself for finally finishing this, ngl. Hope you like it, and thank you for being patient.

Contents: Making Sigma cockwarm reader.

Warnings: Smut, Top male reader, cockwarming. Think that's about it.

Sigma was more than just irritated.

He was tired and annoyed; there was a dull ache in his head and his body was too heavy for his legs.

So when you pressed your signature soft kiss to his temple, and asked him if he remembered the date you'd planned for him, he snapped a little too ferociously.

"[Name], I can't go today, okay?" He said, his brows furrowed. "There's too much on my mind and I don't have time for stuff like that anymore."

A part of you was hurt by that. 'I don't have time,' You'd always thought he enjoyed your dates.

But you pushed it to the back of your brain.

About an hour later, Sigma was more than regretting the way he'd talked back.

You were fully clothed; just your pants were unzipped so your cock could be buried in him as it was, nestled between his walls all warm and snug, but achingly stationary. You were pretending as if everything were perfectly normal, scrolling through your phone and blatantly ignoring Sigma, who was sitting in your lap straddling you, naked.

He was starting to grow desperate; he wanted you to fuck him the way you always did, aiming at his sweet spot with the accuracy of a professional archer. He needed it. But you weren't listening to him at all.

"[Name]," Sigma said, voice slightly unsteady as his hands clutched at the fabric of your shirt. "[Name], please..."

"Hmm?" You raised an eyebrow, not quite looking up from your phone.

"Don't do this, please..." He looked up at you with those teary eyes of his. "I need you."

You glanced at him, the sight of his gaze making you almost give in. You sighed, putting the phone down and looking at him fully. "Need me? I thought you had too much on your mind and not enough time."

Sigma looked slightly hurt, but then he buried his face into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your neck. "I'm sorry."

A sob shook his shoulders, and you felt tears drip onto yours. You sighed again, and put an arm around him.

"I can't take it anymore," He mumbled.

"Fine," You said. How were you supposed to remain firm when your love was crying? "But you're gonna have to do it yourself."

Sigma pulled away to look at you, cheeks red. "What do you...?"

You put your phone away, and turned to look at him again. "I'm not really feeling like doing anything, to be honest. And since you want it so much, you can do it for yourself."

With these words you sat back against the couch, looking up at him as he contemplated your suggestion. Sigma had never ridden you before; it was usually just you doing nasty stuff to him that made his eyes water and brain fog up.

But times were desperate, and you did not look like you were gonna cave in soon, so he nodded.

"Okay," He murmured, eyes downcast.

"Perfect," You said.

And so he started moving, grinding down on your cock slowly as his fingers tightened around your shirt. He bit his lips trying to muffle the moans he knew would start to spill out soon. His whole was fluttering around your cock already, his own dick twitching with want.

It was almost painful for you to not move, to not flip the two of you around and pin Sigma against the couch beneath you and fuck him till he was screaming. Gods, and he didn't even know the effect he had on you.

"Come on," You caressed his waist softly, stomach taught and shoulders tense with your restraint. "You can go faster, can't you?"

Sigma nodded, and sped up slightly. He was still shy, unable to make eye contact with you and with a stiff blush across his face. His eyes were tearing up slightly, and no amount of biting his lips was keeping in the ah-ah-ahs that spilled from his mouth as he bounced on your cock.

You could feel your dick twitching with want and restraint inside him. Your breathing had grown laboured, and you couldn't help but lean forwards and kiss Sigma slightly harshly.

He moaned into it, hole clenching around your cock and eyelids fluttering shut as a tear rolled down his cheek. You bit and nibbled so hard at his lips that he had to pull away to stop you.

"Don't- nghh! Don't b-bite so hard," He panted.

"Hmm," You grabbed his love handles, mediating his pace. "Don't you like it?"

Sigma flushed, burying his face into the crook of your shoulder as you made him bounce wilder on your cock. When you hit his prostrate, he whimpered, clutching your shoulders so hard his short nails dug into your skin.

So you hit it again and again, your hips snapping up to thrust your tip against his sweet spot, making him start to whine from the feeling. His own hips were bouncing to meet your thrusts half-way, and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin that echoed through the room was making you restless.

You decided, fuck the punishment, you needed Sigma.

Flipping yourselves around so that Sigma was laying on the couch and you were on top of him, you pressed his pretty legs to his chest and fucked him, bullying his sweet spot and abusing his hole as he cried out underneath you.

Your pace was destructive and brutal, sending Sigma scrambling to find purchase as his chest heaved with each breath. You could tell from his blurred-up eyes that his brain was starting to cloud, his hands clutching your shoulders so tight his nails had managed to draw blood from your skin.

Soon, his thighs started trembling violently, his hole clenching around you in the way that it did when he was close. You smirked, teeth-half gritted against your arousal, and sped up.

Sigma cried out, cum shooting from his dick as a sound of pleasure ripped itself free from his throat, his hole so tight around you it was almost impossible to pull out and thrust in.

You weren't far behind, what with him so tight around your dick it was making you see stars. The white hot coil in your intestines snapped, and you painted Sigma's walls white.

Slowing down to a stop, you huffed to catch your breath, eyes landing on him.

He was out of breath and dazed, quite obviously in subspace. You pulled out of him, earning a small whimper from him, and placed a small kiss on his forehead.

It didn't take long to get a bath ready for Sigma, and you soon carried him to it from the couch. As you set him down in the water, he reached out to hold onto you.

"[Name]..." He murmured, perhaps already out of subspace.

"Hm?" You stroked his hair gently.

"Something's bothering you, right?" He looked up at you, voice quiet. "You looked weird earlier."

You sat down on the floor next to him outside the bath. "Earlier when?"

"When I said..." Sigma bit his lip. "When I said that mean stuff."

You smiled softly, even as the memory made you want to wince. "Hmm, yeah. It did hurt a little, honestly."

Sigma lowered his head, pouting slightly. "I'm sorry. I was just upset because of-"

"Because of something that happened at work, right?" You finished for him, nodding. "I know, that's why I didn't say anything."

He bit his lip. "I'm sorry."

You smiled at him again, leaning forwards to kiss his temple. "It's alright. But next time..." You paused. "If you don't want to go out somewhere with me, just say so."

"No!" Sigma sat up straight, looking at you with his wide eyes. "I like going to places with you. I didn't really mean it, I swear."

You looked at him, and this time the smile that tugged at your lips was automatic. "Really?"

"Yeah," He nodded furiously. "I really like spending time with you."

You chuckled softly. "Mn, good to hear."

[lovely-ryn]

HYPNOTIZED

"thank you for coming out!" with that i walked off stage, completing the third concert of a tour i'm headlining. the adrenaline rush i get has always been a feeling i've craved. hearing hundreds of people screaming lyrics that i wrote is something i want to experience a thousand times over. although, i've had a pit in my stomach all day, like something bad is going to happen.

i let my crew take care of my stuff on stage as i made my way to my dressing room where i see my manager waiting for me.

"another amazing show!" she said with hesitation. i could tell there was something else she wanted to say.

"is everything good?" i asked, not prepared for her answer.

"i, uh, found you an opener" my manager practically whispered. i don't see why she seems so anxious about her words. it's a great thing that i have a new opener.

"cool, who are they?" she winced as soon as i asked that question.

"...corruption" she whispered once again. i stared at her for a few seconds, eyes wide and mouth hung open.

"you made my ex's band my opener?" i let out a sarcastic laugh with my words, "i am not spending four months with that asshole!"

"well that's not a very nice thing to say" i turned my head to where the disgustingly familiar voice is coming from and, lo and behold, chuuya-fucking-nakahara was leaning against the doorway to my dressing room.

"what the fuck do you thing you're doing here, chuuya" i hiss his last name as i glared him down.

"calm down y/n. don't worry, i won't break your heart," he laughed as he lifted my chin with his pointer finger and thumb, "again" seeing that cocky smirk filled me with rage i though i had let go years ago. i slapped his hand away from my face harshly and stormed outside. i need a smoke.

i leaned against the brick wall of the venue and lit my cigarette as i felt my emotions catch up to me. i slide my back down the rough wall as i exhaled the cancer from my lungs, tears falling in the process.

"y/n? oh shit are you crying?" i heard another familiar voice and quick footsteps approach me.

"akutagawa?" i asked even thought i knew it was him. it's nice to hear my best friend's voice after two years.

"let's put this out, okay?" he softly said as he grabbed the cigarette out of my fingers and threw it on the slightly snow covered pavement. "wanna talk about what happened?" he asked, continuing to be soft-spoken.

"just know that your lead singer is a dick" i answered, sniffling.

"so that's where he ran off to" akutagawa looked at me with sympathetic eyes.

"hey ryu, we gotta leav- y/n?" this is like the reunion i never asked for.

"hey dazai" i somehow managed to squeak out while i wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

"chuuya?" he named to akutagawa, who nodded 'yes' to dazai's question. "what type of asshole was he being this time?" he sighed as he crouched down to my level.

"cocky" i answered with a pained smile. dazai seemed surprised for some reason. it's chuuya, of course he's going to be an overconfident, egocentric bitch.

"sounds about right. happen to know where he is by the way, we have to get our stuff on the bus."

"wait, aku, what are you talking about? we don't have an opener for two more shows."

"we know, we're just gonna follow you around for a week until we go on. chuuya figured that would be most convenient for you guys." dazai explained with a smirk on his face as he mentioned chuuya's name.

"speaking of chuuya," akutagawa drew out as he looked at me with hopeful eyes.

"last i saw he was back stage" i informed while pointing my thumb at the wall behind me. akutagawa and dazai making their way inside the venue in search for the singer. i chuckled to myself as i watched them disappear behind the metal door. i never thought i would be seeing them again. yet, chuuya is the only one on my mind. lovely, as well as dreadful, memories flashing behind my teary eyes. everything from the cute first dates to dazai holding having to hold him back from throwing another drunken punch my way. now, two years later, he has the nerve to flash that arrogant smirk of his in my face. i'm not going to lie, though, i miss the good times with him. those memories are all i have left.

with my now racing mind, i picked my half smoked cigarette up off the cement. examining it, thankful it wasn't wet from the snow. hanging the tobacco filled tube off my lips, i lit it. the second i exhaled the smoke once again, i heard the metal door beside me clank open.

"there you are," hearing his voice really isn't helping with my previous thoughts but it isn't going to stop me from taking another hit. "you started smoking again" why the fuck does he care? i decided to stay quiet none the less, which led to a couple minutes of awkward silence. chuuya leaned against the wall beside my still crouched body. i finished my cigarette and stood up while asking him why he wasn't with the others.

"i told them i was going to go find you"

"well, you found me"

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Hellooo! I'm in love with your writings. 😍❤️

I have a request for you (BSD), based on "There's that smile" with Dazai and "Comfort(Exam breakdown special)" with Chuuya.

Can you do a scenario/headcanons with Akutagawa or/and Fyodor/Ranpo (If you haven't write for Fyodor and Ranpo or you don't want to, that's ok.) where the reader is pushing herself so hard to study and forget about her, like, having lack of sleep and doesn't eat too much, being extremely tired and sensible emotionally, and crying because of stress when her boyfriend isn't around just because doesn't want to bother him with her exams. And one day her boyfriend hearing her crying and deciding to confront her about this, then dragging her to bed and take care of her and give her cuddles and the support she really needed.

Tomorrow I'm having an hard test, and I'm studying so hard that I forgot to take care of myself. (Lack of sleep, don't eat enough, crying because of stress and having lots of breakdowns).

Ik it's gonna be late when you're gonna respond to this, but I don't mind. And I'm sorry if the request is too long. And also sorry for my bad English.

Self Care

Pairing: Reader x Fyodor Dostoevsky

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

He can’t stand by and idly watch as his love works herself to the bone. Fyodor is going to get her the rest she deserves one way or another. 

Hey, I hope your studying went well! Remember to take breaks and study in moderation. Burn out can be hell to deal with

She ignores the painful way her head pounds as the words in the textbook swim in all different direction, a mass of blurry letters. Y/N drops her head in her hands in frustration and muffles a small groan using the back on her hand. She can’t do it. She’s been trying for days, sitting at this desk, forcing herself to focus and memorise, but she can barely remember anything.

Her sniffles eventually turn into gut-wrenching sobs, as she grips her head and wills herself to keep going. Just a week. She has to keep doing this a week and then she can forget this stupid material forever.

Can she really keeping doing this for a week, though?

She’s snapped out of her thoughts when she hears someone clicking their tongue. Turning around, face tear-stained, she spot Fyodor standing in her doorway, a frown gracing his features. 

“I’m fine.” Her voice is unsteady and choked up as she turns back around, frantically wiping at her eyes and willing the tears and sobs away. It doesn’t work, even as she grabs her textbook and tries focusing on the words, which are swimming from a completely different reason now. 

“Darling, this isn’t fine. Surely you have the sense to realise that?” Fyodor stands behind her, placing a hand on the wooden desk and leaning over to get a look at her face. When she stubbornly looks the other way, lower lip wobbling, he grabs her chin and pulls her face his way, clicking his tongue in disapproval at her state.

“I-...I have to-” She’s cut off by her own yelp as Fyodor shakes his head, and in one, smooth motion, hauls her off the chair and into his arms, carrying her towards their bedroom. She struggles half-heartedly, before giving into the familiar and comforting warmth, letting him hold her. When was the last time she let him hold her like this? The though draws a hurt whimper from her and she buries her face in his shirt, letting the fabric soak up the tears. 

He gently places her onto the mattress and pushes her back until she’s sitting comfortably against the pillows. He leaves momentarily and comes back with a tall glass of water and a snack, something she would be able to stomach in her state. 

He instructs her to eat and drink, not leaving room for any arguments, watching her as she does so. Y/N calms down considerably, the cool water soothing her hoarse throat and the snack giving her body the energy it so desperately craved. 

He carefully situates himself next to her under the covers and lifts an arm, inviting her towards him. 

“Come here.” His voice is low and soothing and she wants nothing more than to listen and agree, but the voice in her head is nagging at her to get back to work. She ends up staring at him, unsure.

“It wasn’t a choice, love.” He speaks up again. “You’re done for today. I don’t want you back at that desk for a while.” 

She caves, shuffling forwards until she’s wrapped in his arms, under the covers, nuzzling into his chest.

“I’ll have to go back eventually.” She whispers, her voice scratchy. She turns a little red when he chuckles, his arms tightening around her.

“Don’t worry.” He places a kiss to her temple. “’I’ll keep you well occupied.“

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