#nikolai bungou stray dogs

[thewickedjazzy]

Bonus Level: Blood lust and Terror for Kinktober.

vampire!chuuya & ghost face!nikolai x afab!reader. -two drabbles-

ᡣ𐭩warnings: nsfw mdni, smut, blood kink, biting, marking up, possessive! chuuya, unhinged vamp! chuuya, bloody sex, slight knife play, shower sex, ghost face! nikolai, teasing, cum mentioned, unprotected sex, the list goes on and on ofc.

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ᡣ𐭩a/n: i know i'm late, sorry pookies, proofreading took longer than expected and I still think that I didn’t do it thoroughly, anyways! this bonus fic is for @chuuminn —chuuya's drabble & @violetfruity —nikolai's.

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1. [vampire! chuuya: bloodlust]:-

“you sure about this?”

chuuya stands at the edge of the bed, his chest heaving as he looks down at you, sprawled out so perfectly in the lavender lingerie that he adores. the soft fabric clings to your skin, drawing his eyes to every curve, every inch of you that’s his. he has never marked you with his fangs before, always so gentle and carefull not to press hard enough to draw blood but dazai’s words from earlier still echo in his mind, making his nerves boil with possessiveness.

you nod slowly, biting your lower lip as he throws his head back and takes a deep breath. he slips off his gloves, unbuttons his dress shirt and disregards the rest of his clothes, then crawls onto the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress as he leans over you, his hot breath grazing your neck so perfectly, anticipation pooling in your stomach. “i’ll show that asshole who ya belong to... i’ll mark every inch of you.”

your breath catches in your throat as his lips meet your skin, soft at first, teasing even, as he drags them from your neck down to your collarbone. his hand trails slowly over your side, fingers tracing the delicate lace that barely covers you, and you shudder beneath him, sweet whimpers slipping from your glossy lips.

“more..chuu-” you breathe, voice trembling as your fingers tangle in his fiery curls, tugging gently. he sucks gently at your skin, not biting—not yet. his mouth is warm, tongue flicking out to taste you as he moves lower, leaving a trail of wet heat across your chest. your body arches instinctively into his touch.

a low growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating against you as he pulls back just enough to admire the bruise forming on your skin. “I want him to see this,” he murmurs, “i want that bastard to know that yer' mine.”

his hands slide lower, tracing the lines of your body, you let out a breathless moan as his thumb brushes over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

chuuya's red eyes glow— jealousy simmering just beneath the surface—as they lock onto yours for a moment longer before his fingers slip beneath the lace of your panties, pulling it aside with a sharp tug. the cool air hits your bare skin for a split second before he pushes his deliciously girthy cock into you with a breathless moan, lips trembles slightly as his head lolls back.

the stretch has you gasping, your nails digging into his shoulders as you struggle to catch your breath. he doesn’t ease into it, doesn’t give you the slow build you’re used to—no, this time it’s different. his hips snap forward with a force that makes your body shake beneath him, a soft cry falling from your lips.

for a vampire, you’re aware that he can go fast, but not this fast. it’s as if something has taken over him— obviously drunk by dazai’s taunt, and the need to prove something, to leave no doubt that you’re his. his fingers dig into your waist, holding you in place as he pounds into you. the sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, each thrust stealing the breath from your lungs.

“chuu—mngh.. slow down” you gasp, your voice breaking as your head falls back, exposing your neck to him. his gaze flickers to it, and for a moment, pace slowing down for a bit as his thrusts become more controlled, more intentional. he leans over you, breath brushing against your throat as he brushes his pretty lips across your skin.

“ready, doll?” his voice is almost raspy, and you can feel the sharp points of his fangs just barely grazing your neck.

“yes—please mmph” you whimper

he responds with a groan, his grip on your waist tightening, and with one final snap of his hips, he sinks his fangs into your flesh. the sharp sting makes your body jolt beneath him, a gasp caught in your throat as the heat from the bite spreads through you like wildfire. It's overwhelming—the sensation of him buried deep inside you while his fangs pierce your skin, claiming you in every way possible.

your nails rake down his back, your body arching into his as a rush of euphoria crashes over you. he growls against your neck, his fangs sinking deeper as he drinks from you, the pain and pleasure blur together, your senses completely consumed by him—his scent, his taste, the feel of him everywhere.

his pace slows, hips rolling languidly against you as he draws back, his lips brushing over the fresh bite mark now blooming on your neck, licking over it, to sooth the sting with his hot tongue, he pulls back to meet your gaze.

“mmph—there...” he murmurs, his voice rough, breathless. “only i get to see you like this... only I get to make you feel like this.”

chuuya lifts his fingers to your neck. and you feel the slick warmth of blood from the bite as he carefully smears it across your skin. he watches you intently, a smirk tugging at his lips, as he drags his fingers downwards, leaving a vivid crimson trail that leads to your stomach. and with slow precision, he begins to inscribe his name on your skin, branding you in a way no one could deny.

you catch a satisfied gleam in his eyes as he admires his handiwork, the sight of his name etched onto your skin, his gaze zeroes in on the bulge forming beneath the very letters he just traced on your stomach, a visceral reminder of how completely he’s claimed you. "f-fuck.. ahh, look at that," he pants, "every part of you belongs to me."

he leans over you again, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, the metallic taste of your blood mingles with his, creating a tantalising flavour that sends your senses into overdrive, making your brain momentarily short-circuit.

pulling back just enough to catch his breath while still pounding into you, “i fuckin’ love how you taste, doll~” he murmurs before grabbing your hips to bounce into you harder, “ffuck..ngh~ you’re worse than nicotine—s’pretty.”

2.[ghost face! nikolai: terror]:-

“ready or not, here I come, dove.” his voice echoes from the hallway.

you can hear the rustling outside, the faint sound of leaves brushing against each other, and your heart races inside your ribcage. 'it’s just a game, its just a game' you remind yourself, a thrilling night of hide and seek with nikolai. but tonight, the stakes are higher than ever.

you can hear him moving around the house, the light clatter of a knife against the wooden table as he pretends to search for you. the thrill of it all makes your pulse quicken.

you dart into the nearest room, quickly slipping into the bathroom and locking the door behind you. breathing heavily, you slide into the bathtub, pulling the shower curtain closed to shield yourself from view. you close your eyes, straining to hear any sign of him.

footsteps thud against the floor, echoing through the house. you can hear him getting closer, the way he purposefully scrapes the knife against objects, creating a haunting soundtrack to your little game. a giggle escapes your lips—this was all so exhilarating.

just as you think you might win, a chilling sound reaches your ears: the window creaking open. your breath catches in your throat. no, he wouldn’t dare. you peek through the thin fabric of the curtain, your heart pounding as you watch him slide effortlessly through the window, his ghost face mask obscuring his features but doing nothing to hide the playful glint in his eyes.

he lands silently on the porcelain floor, the knife held loosely in one hand as he scans the room. “oh sweet dove...where could you be?” he taunts, pulling back the curtains with a dramatic flair, revealing the empty bathtub. “hhmm, not here...”

but you can’t hold back a gasp of surprise, your heart racing as he turns, eyes narrowing in on you. “ah, there you are, my pretty dove,” he grins, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he strides towards the bathtub. “found you just in time.”

panic and excitement surge through you as he grips the edge of the bathtub, leaning in closer. “you know what that means, hmm?” he purrs, the knife now resting against your thigh, its cold steel sending tingles across your skin. “you’re mine now.”

in a swift motion, he puts the knife down on the counter. then, with a playful smirk, he removes his mask, revealing his handsome face—chiseled features framed by white tousled hair and piercing eyes that promises nothing but a good time.

he strips off his clothes first before his slender hands work deftly to undress you completely, trailing soft caresses along your skin as he strips away your clothes piece by piece, revealing your bare body to his hungry gaze.

he turns the shower on, the water spilling forth in a cascade of warmth, creating a sultry mist that envelops you both. he adjusts the temperature, ensuring it’s just right, then steps back to appreciate the sight of you standing there, water trickling down your body like liquid silk.

nikolai always takes his time to admire you, captivated by the way the water makes your bare skin glow under the soft moonlight streaming through the window. each droplet glistens like a jewel, accentuating your curves and casting a radiant sheen across your body. he can’t help but notice how your hair falls delicately over your shoulders, a few wet strands framing your pretty face, enhancing your beauty in a way that leaves him utterly breathless—you’re so beautiful, so undeniably exquisite.

“you look absolutely divine, my dove,” with that, he captures your lips in a heated kiss. the kind that makes your head spin. the thrill of the game shifts gears into something much hotter as he leans in closer, whispering, “time for your punishment—if you can handle it.”

you smirk, breathless against his lips. “punishment? is that what we’re calling this now?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“only for the prettiest ones,” he replies with a cocky grin, his hands roaming your sides, tracing circles into the soft surface of your skin as the water cascades over the two of you.

with a sudden surge of strength, he lifts you effortlessly, and you gasp as he hoists you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. the world around you blurs, everything feels incredible—the warm water, the scent filling the air, your body fitting perfectly in his grasp as he squeezes your plushy ass. he presses you against the cool tiles of the shower wall, the contrasting sensations send a delicious tingle that dances across your skin.

he peaks over shoulder, staring down to your breasts. he licks his lips before leaning in to kiss along the swell of your breast. a pleased whimper echoes between your pink lips, and you shudder when he sucks hard at the sensitive skin.

he pulls back, resting his hard cock against your front, dragging it slowly down between your slick folds, teasing you until your breath breaks into shaky gasps.

his voice hums with pleasure, each whimper like a melody, as your skin feels so warm and impossibly smooth beneath him. the wetness coating your folds, making his precum glisten at the tip before the water washes it away.

“kyola—mmph please,” you whine.

but he doesn't listen only teases you further, brushing against your entrance but never quite pushing in, the need almost unbearable as he keeps you right on the brink. his lips curve into a sly grin against your skin as you plead.

“goddammit! kyola..fuck me please,” you plead, your voice breaking as you try to grind against him.

“so eager?” he murmurs, his breath like hot feathers brushing against your skin as he finally presses the tip of his cock against your entrance, but he still holds back, making you wait just a little longer for a bit.

he finally pushes in, keeping a slow, agonizing pace. the sensation rips through you, and a broken gasp escapes your throat. your walls clench around him, immediately welcoming him deeper as your head falls back, mouth open in a silent plea. the stretch is overwhelming, every inch of him filling you completely until you can't hold it back anymore.

"kyo—aagh~" his name tears from your lips, louder than you meant. he buries himself inside you and his grip tightens on your hips, steadying you as his cock sinks deep, he leans in to murmur filthy praises in your ear.

"there it is," he breathes,"that’s what i wanted to hear—ah yes keep clenching around me like this..hmm" he doesn't wait, pulling back only to thrust in again, harder this time, making your body arch against him.

each push driving you closer to the edge, your voice breaking as you scream his name again, this time louder—you can feel him everywhere, the slick heat between your legs driving him over the edge as he grunts against your neck, his control slipping. "ffuck—nnghh..you're perfect," he growls, picking up the pace as your moans grow louder, each sound only spurring him on.

you clung to him desperately, each upward thrust of his hips sending you bouncing on his thick cock. your nails dig down his back, leaving deep marks that he knew would form jagged red lines across his pale skin by morning.

you cry out as he keeps his relentless, punishing rhythm, your body shaking as you finally reach your release, tears rolling down your cheeks. he presses tender kisses against your damp skin, whimpering your name as he follows right after, his cock continues sliding in and out slowly, riding out the sweet waves of his own release.

he gently sets you down, wrapping his arms around you as your legs tremble beneath you. his cum mixed with yours slowly drips down between your thighs.

“we should definitely play these kinds of games again.” you chuckle.

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[livelaughlovesubs]

~ 07.10 - Nikolai ~

Dom!reader x sub!Enemy!nikolai - reader is gender neutral

Warning: sounding, edging, a bit orgasm denial, consent is kinda questionable, hair pulling, dacryphilia, begging, scratching, cum play, cum eating, violence, dick slapping, marking, pinching, bruises, mind break, sub space, teasing, use of pet name ‘good boy’, Nikolai being a masochist

~ Word count: 4.9k ~

Nini!rant: The idea’s from an anon and @me1z0 ! Ty guys~

Kinktober list 2024

The walls were damp, and green moss crept up the corners of the lifeless cell. It was dark and grey, rid of anything interesting, not even a lamp was present in this room. Instead, the light emerged from a huge window on one side of the wall, its weak lighting barely lit up his cell. Other than that, there was a sturdy door along with an equally strong chair. The chair was placed in the middle of this prison out of stone, and on top of it sat a white-haired male who wore tight clothes. His hair was loose and it reached the floor, his hands were tied carefully behind the chair and a grin spread across his lips.

Sounds of footsteps echoed throughout the tranquil room. They were rhythmic, eager, and firm, he could already guess who it was. What followed next was the loud slam of the heavy door. It got yanked open within seconds and a person emerged from the frame, then the passage shut tight again, destroying any chance of escaping. Your eyes scanned his room, eyeing him up and down suspiciously, trying to read his thoughts. That proved to be more difficult than desired since he was still keeping a psychotic expression under such circumstances, not caring about how he was being perceived.

You could basically smell the moisture in the air, how damp and humid it was. It wasn't an exactly pleasant smell, but neither of you seemed to be bothered by it. Slowly you made your way to the center, dragging another chair behind you. With a swift move, you positioned it before him and sat down comfortably, crossing your arms. After waiting for a while, you scoffed, “Not gonna say anything, jester?” He has always been like this. Unpredictable, illogical, and drop-dead annoying.

He laughed, before raising his head to stare at you. His eyes were heterochromia, they somehow appeared creepy, causing you to feel uneasy. “My, I get to have the first word?” Nikolai chirped, looking totally unfazed by the whole situation. “Go ahead, ask away, I can’t guarantee an answer though.” You replied, slumping back against the lean. Finally, after all this time, you managed to catch this clown of a man. It’s not that you failed previously, rather, he kept escaping with his bothersome ability and nullifying handcuffs didn’t seem to work well on him.

But you learned from your mistakes and perfected your plan repeatedly to get to this point. Since he needs his coat to activate it, simply removing it should suffice. On top of it you also had to prevent him from creating a new makeshift coat, hence the tight clothes and lack of sharp objects. “How nice you are, is it because we’ve been acquaintances for so long?” The male chuckled, and you slammed your fist against your chair, cracking it slightly. A few scratches remained on your skin, though you didn't notice the supposed pain. The man thought your vein was going to pop from how tight you bawled your hands.

“Don’t refer to us so intimately.” You snapped then continued with, “You’ve been nothing but a pain in the ass. It seems you don’t have anything important to say. My turn to pose questions.” After threatening him a little, he immediately yelled, “Hey! Don’t be so mean~ We do have a long history after all.” You listened to his complaints, to which you responded, “I’m not proud of that.” A fake sigh left his throat as he winced, “I’m so hurt~ then lemme ask, you wanna play some games before the interrogation?” Again with his unreasonable antics, you could feel your lifespan shortening whenever he opens his mouth.

No normal human would ask something this out of pocket while being interrogated after all, he was a special case in the worst sense possible. Someone deserving of the tightest surveillance for his creative methods. Yet you knew better than to question his motives because there’s simply no logic behind it other than what his twisted mind can come up with.

“No, it’s not the time for games and chitchat. My turn now.” He pouted at your answer, calling you a killjoy under his breath or avoiding your gaze. Such a childish man, how did someone like this get an ability? You furrowed your brows before interrogating him, “Tell me, who do you work for?” Nikolai tilted his head to the side, smiling innocently. “Why don’t you guess?”

Within a fraction of a second, you pulled out a gun and pointed it towards his head. You growled, patience running thin with each passing moment, “I don’t want to repeat myself, jester-” Despite the threat and importance of the situation, he interrupted you, correcting your choice of vocabulary with sarcasm, “Not jester, I’m a clown.” It was obviously just to spite you, look at him playing petty games. The corners of your lips twitched into an intimidating smile, eyebrows raised as you snapped, “Is that so? Then pardon my rudeness.”

He didn’t look nervous, eyes on the muzzle of the gun as he replied, “Such a brute you are, this is no fun at all.” Then the male exaggerated a sigh again, moving his head back to the point you could see the bottom of his chin before he turned back to stare at you, “Fiiiine, I’m a member of a terrorist organization, the decay of angels- or was it the death of angels? I don’t remember~” Nikolai joked, watching you in awe as your anger threatened to boil over. He could swear he saw smoke coming out. Your hand tightened around the weapon, gritting your teeth as you listened to him yap. It was time for the next question, that’s why you asked, “What are your motives?”

“Motives? Each of us has our own reasons. As for mine… don’t you know me well enough to have a hunch?" He taunted, his tone had a layer of mockery hidden behind it and his eyes suggested the same thing. This overconfidence of his was going to be his downfall. “Who can ever know what’s going on inside that brain of yours.” You spit back at him, a fierce look plastered on your face, unwilling to lose. “Are you saying you can’t fathom my thought process?” When he said that, it hit a nerve inside you. Was he calling you stupid?

“Then let’s make it into a quiz! If you can guess about 50% correctly, I’ll tell you everything.” He suggested a guessing game again, and you couldn’t help but click your tongue in annoyance, “Tsk, your iconic quizzes again. What happens if I lose?” The boy squeezed his eyes shut, seemingly deep in thought before chirping, “Absolutely nothing! It’s a win-win situation for you!” That was unexpected, you thought. After much contemplation, you eventually agreed, “Alright, I’ll consider this your last wish.”

You stared at his face, trying to recall all the information you had on him. He was a carefree, reckless, and dangerous man. Words like cold-hearted, crazy, and apathetic could also work. Was there more to him? It was hard to believe there’d be any reason behind his actions, considering the gruesome ways he killed. “You are a sadist who enjoys killing innocent people, which is why you joined a terrorist group. Also, you are a fucking maniac." Despite you outright spitting insults at him, he didn’t stop smiling and stayed calm. But a faint breath of disappointment stuck to his never leaving smirk, as if he was saying ‘told you’.

“Eh ehh, sadly that’s wrong~ I don’t actually enjoy killing people.” He admitted, wearing a sorry look on his face. “Who knows if you are lying or not.” You spat, eying him up and down with a skeptical look. “Do you have sooo little faith in me?” Nikolai tilted his head to one side, giggling and enjoying your baffled expression. “I’ll give you one more chance then, or old times sake!” He said as if he pitied you. Of course, this agitated you, how can he act like he has the upper hand when he’s your prisoner?

“Is someone forcing you? Not that your sentence would lessen.” Since you’ve been presented with another chance, you proposed a different answer but were met with the same response. “Also wrong! No one is forcing me, as I’m striving to achieve true freedom~” The boy sang the last part, like an eccentric, enjoying the situation even. His words or hints, no matter what he said, didn’t make any sense to you.

For you, these were sentences without any connections, or you had too little background knowledge to grasp the concept. Though you knew he wasn't all that dumb, well, to some degree. “Now, guess, how much of it was the truth?” Nikolai announced, a sheepish, amused grin spreading on his lips. How he loves to play mind games and to annoy you. “Now you know why I don’t trust you. You only talk in riddles.” You mumbled under your breath, taking your gun back while his gaze followed the weapon.

Once more, he found it boring how little reaction you had, calling you boring in his mind. “Not gonna kill me anymore?” The white-haired boy asked instead, raising his chin high in the air. “You know the answer.” With a sigh you rolled your eyes, he was smarter than this, he knew his worth as a hostage and source of information. It’d be a waste to have him dead already, and exactly because of these reasons you were annoyed beyond measure. If it wasn’t for the rules and regulations, you’d had his head rolling by now. “Consider yourself lucky.” You scoffed with an eye roll, standing up and walking towards him.

With his curiosity peaked, he waited impatiently, were you finally going to make a move? The uncertainty clutched his racing heart in a tight grip, feelings of unknown origins emerging from the depths of his consciousness. “You are getting excited. I wonder how long you can laugh, clown.” Much to your dismay, his eyes sparkled as he uttered, “Wahhh~ You remembered?! I guess all that time spent with you wasn’t for nothing!” Yeah, you shouldn’t have done him that favor, someone like him didn’t deserve any shred of kindness. He’d only use it against you in the end.

Without listening to him any longer you leaned over, pulling his pants and underwear down only enough to take out his cock. A slight blush crept onto his cheeks, he jerked when you touched his member. “H-huh..? What’s going on?” The tremble in his voice was apparent as his pupils followed your hands, arousal building inside him. This was an unexpected turn of events, was there more to your cold facade-? “Don’t get the wrong idea, it’s a torture method.” You smiled at him, a reassuring smirk dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh? Are you really gonna use such underhanded methods to make me speak?" Nikolai tried to bargain with you, all while doing his utmost to appear unaffected. In the end, he was all about having the act of an unpredictable clown. "No need to get frightened, I'm sure you'll come to enjoy it, considering your personality."

After listening to your prediction, he was almost eager to know what you were going to do, leaning forward to get closer to you. A slight pout on his lips as he thought sharply about what you had in store for him. His binds were uncomfortable and forced him to stay put, causing him to try and break them for a while, before slumping back into his seat, giving up on the idea of escaping. The boy sighed unsatisfied as he mumbled, "Alright, show me what you have in mind."

The two of you may be enemies, and your organization is not all that innocent either, yet you made sure to use enough lube on him. You didn't want to hurt him in that way, it seemed a bit too cruel. Minutes later, you covered his entire lower body with it, bathing his dick in lubricant. Afterward, you pulled out a thin metal rod and smeared it in lube as well. The way his expression twisted the moment he saw your little surprise for him was satisfying, to say the least. How his pupils shrunk ever so slightly and hands gripped the binds tighter, enough to bruise his own wrists, all while a hint of fear or lust built inside him. This was definitely going to be a new experience, one that he won't ever forget.

“Can you guess what I'll do with this?" You asked him, teasingly, to rile him up and make his emotions explode. "You are going to fuck me up with it, aren't cha?" Nikolai grinned widely, sweat dripping down his cheeks while he spread his legs a little further apart to grant you more access. It was also to signalize you that he was ready for it. “Since you know what this is for, I won't need to explain." You commented and held it elegantly as if you knew what you were doing, preparing the tool as well.

His breathing hitched at the sight of it, somehow watching your fingers work so diligently made his heart race. Then you lined the rounded end of the rod with the slit from his dick, slowly pushing the tip inside. On the other hand, Nikolai closed his eyes, biting his lip, and trying his best to not trash around. He could feel the toy stretching him from the inside, poking at places he never explored before.

Small whines escaped his thinly pressed lips, sounding like the painful groan of a hurt animal. "Nghh... d-dammit... ah." The man cursed as you pushed more of it in, cheeks flushed red as his dick got hard, leaking some pearly precum already. You could see the struggle just by looking at his body language, how he trembled and shook, sweating so furiously. A sense of arousal coursed through you at seeing this new, unfamiliar side of his. To think he could pull such an erotic face, watching him try to hold himself back was more than entertaining.

"Can you even take this?" You asked playfully, testing him. His eyes opened just enough to glare at you, squeezing out a 'of course' before going back to his muffled moans. You let him keep his pride for now, and focused on pushing more of the pole in, saying, "Fine, as you wish then." With each millimeter that was entering him, his blush darkened and his voice turned louder. At some point, his eyes became teary and his dumb grin returned. "Hmm!! Uh-uhgghh~ ah.. so rough, h-how much more...?" You could swear you heard some desperation in his voice, licking your lips before answering, "We are halfway there, be a big boy and take it~"

Then you used a little more strength than before to penetrate him, ending with him losing control and screaming your name with such ecstasy, "yyY/NN!! NggGHh~! Ahh it hurts, hurts so m-much ♡♥︎" Even though he was complaining, his expression was a totally different one. He was enjoying it, so much that his cock twitched while leaking twice the amount as before. God, he could swear he almost came in that moment, and he was sure you knew it too. "I didn't expect you to actually enjoy it this so soon." You chuckled, sticking your index finger through the ring at the other end to have a better grip.

The male in front of you was already a twitching mess, gaze unfocused as he stared at his own crotch, watching his dirty fluids seep out of himself. His voice hitched and he gulped loudly, whimpering at the slightest movements, "Nghh~ uh-uhmmf!" You waited until his excessive emotions calmed down a bit, then gave him a quick warning, "M' gonna move now." Before slowly using your finger to pull the rod out of his cock. "W-wait.. aaAAhHHH ♡～"

He threw his head back almost immediately, tongue rolling out while bawling his hands, his grip on the binds were strong enough for his knuckles to turn white. This time he couldn't hold back and trashed his legs around, which is why you put your hand on his soft thighs and pressed down, stopping him. "Don't move now dear, or I might break something I shouldn't." You warned him, pushing the toy back inside him. "MHhhh!! Ah-oohHH, i-is this supposed to be the to-torture?" Nikolai sneered behind broken sobs, those pretty tears finally spilled from his eye sockets.

"Concentrate on not passing out first, or this game will get boring,” you told him, tracing circles on his inner thighs to calm him down. He listened to you with defiance, obviously not happy with your answer. But all those thoughts were pushed aside the moment your hand began moving again. There's only one problem, you were painfully slow. It took so long for you to stick it in or to pull it out. Sure, it was still stimulating, but he needed more than that. He wanted you to be rougher, to really torture him. Oh if only you knew what a- "y/nnn~ please g-go faster? The Pain feels g-good ♡!" ...a masochist he was. Well, now you know.

"Such a perverted slut, boys like you don't get to tell me what to do." You snarled, pushing the whole thing inside again and grabbing his gland with your fingers. Crawling at it with your nails, scratching the skin. "AaaAAAHH..!! Y/n y/n!! H-hurt so much~!" Nikolai let out a scream akin moan, head thrown back and arching his back, all while his charming voice graced your ears. He was very loud, but his whines and sounds of pleasure were adorable, enough to serve as encouragement for you to continue.

"Why don't you stop the joking and tell me everything then, sir Clown?" You teased him, letting go of his dick not due to some pity, but rather because you wanted to try something else. This time, you spun the sounding rod around while it was still placed inside him, rubbing against his urethra and watching his face twist into some erotic expressions straight out of a porno. Eyes rolling back, hair sticking to his forehead and bouncing around, drool running down his chin.

All his blood was coursing to his cheeks or lower abdomen, precum getting everywhere and wetting everything. There was a puddle on the ground beneath him, and it only grew in size. "NGhh~ oOOhh, y/n it f-feels MHh! I-I can't, no m-more, please haaahHH♡♥︎" For a split second you were concerned if you went too far, yet all worries vanished the moment you saw the blissful expression he had. How his tongue hung out like a lewd doggy, figure shaking uncontrollably. "Oh god? Are you sure you want me to stop?" You asked him with raised brows and blatant irony, now changing your actions again. This time you moved it in and out of him as fast as you could, fucking into him, watching his pre gushing out like a fountain whenever it went deep inside him.

"HMnnGGHH..!! Oh- FuuUckkK! Ah-ah, too fast too fassst!!" He was groaning about the speed now, all while crying and shaking in his seat. His toes curled and a thin layer of sweat covered his skin, causing him to shine or glimmer. That once clean silver hair turned slightly dirty at the ends, his chest and ears now turning red as well. He could feel the stimulation coursing through his veins, gnawing at him, intertwining with the pain and being blended into an inseparable mixture. The hurt was turning into arousal, and soon his body, his nerves, and his heart couldn't keep the two apart anymore.

Each time you spat at him, insulted him or were mean, he could feel himself losing a piece of his sanity. "D-don't ghHuu, stop ♥︎, keep going, until m' sa-satisfied..." He was crying now, limps calming down a bit. The boy didn't squirm around as much, keeping a somewhat collected composure while watching you with heart-shaped pupils. "Tsk tsk tsk." You clicked your tongue, shaking your head in opposition at him, sighing as you uttered, "Have you already forgotten what I told you? You have to ask nicely, you don't get to tell me what to do, clown." And just like that, he lost any chances he had to cum.

You stopped moving your hand, or at least went as slow as before. "Ah..! D-damn it.. y/n~ can't you please go faster? I'm so cloooose!" He realized his mistake and decided to not argue too much, this time betting his chances on his puppy eyes. A small pat to his head followed, and then you cupped his cheeks before pinching them.

“How about~ you promise to tell me whatever I want to hear without any games or lies?" You should step up your game and remind yourself of your duty, which is why you proposed it multiple times, hoping he'll agree and obey your command. To push his buttons even more, you added a pinch to his milky thighs and said, "I'll let you cum if you do." Then you stopped doing anything entirely so that his stupid little brain could catch a break to think about your words. He snapped back from his short-lived subspace, staring at you with a dumb, frozen grin. "T-that's hmm~! so sly y/n, so meaan.. haaHhnn..”

"I've made it clear since the beginning, that this is supposed to be torture." You scooped up some of the filthy liquid dripping down his shaft and brought it to his lips, making him lick you clean. He winced at the taste but was obedient enough to just swallow it all. "Now, what will be your answer, clown?" Nikolai thought about it, though this time his thought process got interrupted when you began moving again, leading to him whimpering in full volume, "Ughh.. aAAHhhh.?!! I-i dun- mhm, know..?"

Suddenly you slapped his dick, and he groaned again, "mmMMHh!! Gu-ghHgnnn!! Y/nn~!!" A low sigh left your lips as you pressured him, saying, "You have to decide soon, I don't have all day and I don't mind leaving you like this." His ears perked and he begged for a tad more time, but to his dismay, you didn't listen. "HNg, Wa-wait.. ah..!! Too much, to-too fast mhhh~" With his long-awaited release coming soon and your little threats, the boy was overwhelmed, head spinning and malfunctioning.

It took so long for him to make up his mind, a melting expression on his face as he nodded, whispering meekly, "I-I'll tell you.. p-please, hnngg, lemme cum." That was easy, you thought, smirking at him gently and answering, "Since you agreed to cooperate, cum my little clown ♡" As soon as you finished your sentence, you went down on him again, abusing his red and swollen cock with the little metal pole.

"UHhmmm!! Oh please please pleaaaase, aAAhh! Don't s-stooOop!♡♥︎" He started blabbering without thinking about his words, too far gone to form coherent sentences. The veins on his hands became apparent, eyes unfocused and all fucked out. Knuckles as white as his hair due to his tight grasp on his binds, thighs shaking like they were made out of pudding. Sticky pre flowing down his now bruised thighs. Red dots plagued that area of his skin due to you repeatedly pinching and groping him there.

His toes curled, arch arched so beautifully into a crescent form, and shining fat tears decorated his naturally handsome features. That voice of his has become hoarse at this point, from all the shouting and moans. If only his personality wasn't so annoying, and if only he wasn't your enemy, you would have found him cute, maybe a little attractive as well. With a swift motion, you pulled the sounding rod out of him while wrapping your free hand over his tip, trying to catch as much of his cum as possible.

And god, heavens, the pleasure in that moment was too much for him to handle! His brain had already turned into mush at that point, but now it was even more broken! Chocked out whines and stuttered moans slipping past his filthy lips and he cried out for your name, calling out to you multiple times and begging without any reason, "y/nnnn!! Y/n y-y/nNN! So good, too much AaAHGGgnNn!! Please, I-i beg you please~♡♥︎" A shiver ran down your spine at this sight, this scenery of him being totally wrecked and pathetic. How vulnerable and helpless he was, and so awfully submissive. Who would have guessed he'd have such a lewd and adorable side?

Nikolai felt a knot tightening inside his stomach, it clenched and twisted, about to burst. This strange yet pleasurable feeling gnawing at him, tugging and squeezing him, it was too much, he couldn't ignore it any longer. "NGhHHH, gonna cum!! Cummin' cumminnn'!! I'm- aaAAAhHHHG!♡♥︎～" He yelled one last time, screaming until he choked because he didn't have enough air in his lungs anymore. Coughing violently while more broken noises left him, his voice cracking whenever he went too high.

Thick robes of cum spurt out of him, covering your hand, and running down your palm slowly. That was proof of its disgusting texture, it looked like slime and was still warm. "God you must have been pent up." You joked, watching it drip down your hand for a bit. While most of his semen got caught by your hand, some of it still landed between his legs, on the cement floor.

You gave him a few minutes to calm down from his high, watching his blurry eyes return to life. It took him almost three minutes to snap back to reality, to leave that little subspace he was in. Sweat and tears mingled, making his skin shine. The tips of his bangs were wet and stuck to his forehead, his eyes were half-lidded and swollen from weeping so much.

Once you deemed him conscious enough, you brought your hand over to his lips, ordering him to lick it. "Even if this is a prison, you are not allowed to defile it with your filthy fluids." Then you grabbed his chin, not bothering with his muffled protests, and clasped your hand over his mouth. Now he had no choice but to lick it, and like the little whore he was, he enjoyed it.

His wet and hot muscles moved across your skin, trying to lick up as much as possible to then swallow it. A heavy blush on his cheeks, one that hasn't left since the beginning of your session. You watched him with an amused gaze, saying, "You agreed to tell me everything, right? Otherwise, I might have to edge you even longer." He shivered, shoulder jerking upwards as your little threat. The now somewhat docile boy nodded to show he understood what you said, while his tongue rolled between your fingers. "Good boy. Never thought the day would come when you'd earn that title." You praised him, and a breathy and sarcastic laugh came from you.

Right now, he was still cleaning up the mess he made, frowning a little at the taste, or rather the thick consistency. It caused him to feel sick, but he loved every single second, it was just so arousing, and he could feel himself getting hard again~ in the meantime, you stroked his hair, patting his head, waiting for him to finish patiently. And as soon as he did, you grabbed his hair by the roots and yanked on them. The sudden pull was enough to make the chair trip over, ending with him not even having the time to gasp before landing face-first on the ground.

“Y-y/n???" How baffled he must be, hands still tied without any chances of escape and face now pressed into the mutt. "Clean it up, your mess." You muttered, finally letting go of him. Then you sat down on the chair you brought with you, arms crossed over your chest once more, this time wearing a relaxed expression, looking at him from above. The subtle power struggles made his heart flutter, blood rushing to his lower part again. He stared at you wide-eyed, then turned to look at the ground, seeing some drops of his white cum splattered there.

A low whine escaped his throat before he lowered himself, sticking his tongue out and licking it from the dirty ground. It was a bitter and unpleasant taste, he could feel the sand crunching and his stomach rejecting it. Yet he persisted, swallowing all of it and showing you his tongue after every gulp, to prove to you he did it. Nikolai could hear your light chuckles and see that content smile, he tried his best to position himself steadily and looked up at you.

What met your gaze was the face of a fanatic pervert who enjoyed every second spent to the fullest. Eyes bore that familiar haze, sweat still soaking his skin and body twitching with each word he voiced out. He used a meek yet lustful voice as he whispered with his remaining strength, "Like seeing me be your 'good boy'?"

Tags: @showtime-ss @thisisnotangel @ghostgoosygoose @i-dont-fooken-know @chuuya-brainrot @allyfoxglove @thigh-o-saur @fallenthemisticalyingyang @fem-dom-roze

Nini!rant 2.0:

Since I didn’t research anything for this one let’s talk about HIV (idk man)

Hiv is a virus, and it’s often mistaken for aids. Now let’s see, what are the differences between the two?

First, hiv is not the same as aids, though it can become aids over a long time (after ca. 10 years). While it’s developing, it doesn’t have any visible effects except when you get infected with it. Cuz then you’ll get symptoms akin to the flu, or about a week or two, and because it’s identical to the flu, many people get hiv without knowing.

Even though there is no cure for hiv, it can be neutralised with medicine. There are also tests you can buy to see if you have it, but it’s still the best if you do a check up. And the great thing is, if your body takes the treatment well and if you also eat according to your then given diet (by your doctor) it won’t develop into aids. Instead, it will just be a virus that lives with you and does nothing. Like, you won’t even be infectious to other people and can have kids or live long.

The only downside is the repression medicine makes your body weak, so it’s easier for one to catch illnesses or have the symptoms stronger than the average.

Anyway, people with hiv who are undergoing treatment are safe, there is no harm in engaging in intercourse with them since they aren’t infectious. Also from what I’ve heard, they do check-ups every month to see if the medicine works so rest assured.

[charlies-a-thief]

Almost forgot to post this here- Merry Christmas!!🎄

[dissemmiart]

Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma - Royalty AU Y (They may look like vampires, but I'm calling it royalty) | Decay of Angels fan art.

[iennoganan-aha]

A demon, a clown, and their doll 🥰

After the last drawing, I just wanted to draw more Doll Sigma 🫶🏼

He's like, a giant porcelain ball jointed doll

[volaquet]

Cyberbully

[ell1fan4rtxx2]

My honest reaction

[heliosunny]

Yandere! Nikolai Gogol x Reader

For as long as you can remember, you were a piece in Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s grand design. Not a mere underling, nor just a tool, no, you were something far more valuable. Your mind was sharp, your instincts honed. You had a talent for reading between the lines, predicting moves before they happened. A strategist, an asset, an extension of his will. Fyodor never let you stray far from his side, his quiet presence a constant shadow in your life. You convinced yourself you were there by choice. That your loyalty was rewarded, that you had a place in his world. That you mattered.

Then Nikolai Gogol came along and shattered that illusion with a laugh.

The scent of lavender.

It drifts through the dimly lit room, weaving through the cold air like an unseen hand. Your head throbs, limbs sluggish as you stir. Instinct kicks in, your first thought is where am I? followed immediately by where is he?

Colorful silk ribbons bind your wrists, soft yet unyielding, looped elegantly around the arms of a plush chair. Not chains. Not rope.

A chuckle, light and amused, dances through the air.

"Ah, you’re awake~”

Nikolai.

Your pulse pounds as you lift your gaze, meeting mismatched eyes that shine with an unsettling mix of delight and something deeper, something dangerous.

"You drugged me." you state, voice hoarse but steady.

He places a gloved hand over his heart, gasping dramatically. "Oh dear, you wound me! That makes it sound so… malicious." He leans in, voice dropping into a lilting whisper. "Let’s say I simply helped you ...relax."

Your fingers curl against the silk restraints. "Where is Fyodor?"

At that though just for only a second, his grin falters. Then he’s laughing again, loud and unrestrained, as if you had just told the funniest joke in the world.

"Fedya, Fedya, Fedya! Always him!" Nikolai twirls his cane, the motion smooth and effortless. "You’ve been playing his game for so long. Aren’t you tired of being his little bishop? His queen, even? Moving only when he says, thinking only within his rules?"

You glare at him. "I chose to be by his side."

He hums, tapping his cane against his shoulder. "Did you, though? Did you really????"

You refuse to answer.

Nikolai’s grin stretches. "See, that’s why I had to take you! You don’t even realize you’re wearing chains. But don’t worry, dear, your favorite magician is here to set you free!"

Days pass in a blur of surreal performances.

Nikolai does not chain you to a wall, does not beat you, does not scream or demand. Instead, he plays.

He sets up elaborate illusions, making rooms shift, turning halls into endless mazes where every door leads back to him. He leaves riddles scrawled on parchment, their answers unlocking meals, books, fresh clothes. He performs tricks, disappearing and reappearing at will, plucking silk scarves from thin air, spinning knives between his fingers.

"You look so bored, little dove" he sighs one evening, perched on the edge of your chair. "Shall I make something disappear? How about your patience? No? Your hope, then?"

"Give me back my freedom!" you retort.

He taps his chin, then beams. "Now, that’s a tricky one! How can I return something you never had?"

You turn away.

And yet… the fear that clawed at you in the beginning has dulled. The first few days, you had screamed at him, fought him, demanded to be let go. But Nikolai never raised his voice, never showed anger. He only smiled and spoke in circles until exhaustion seeped into your bones.

You begin to learn his patterns.

He thrives on reaction. On chaos. If you lash out, he laughs. If you ignore him, he makes his presence impossible to disregard. If you remain passive, he grows bored, but boredom, you realize, makes him dangerous.

So, you do what you must. You play along.

"You’re a lunatic" you mutter one day, watching him juggle knives while balancing on one foot.

"Ah, but I’m your lunatic now, aren’t I?"

You don’t answer.

You wake up to find the door unlocked.

Your pulse jumps. This has never happened before. A mistake? A test? Cautiously, you step out. The hallway stretches empty before you. You take one step. Then another. Then you run.

The exit is close. So close. Your fingers graze the handle. Then, a gloved hand clamps over yours.

"Now, now, little dove" Nikolai croons from behind, his grip firm but gentle. "You know I can’t let you do that."

Your breath comes in sharp pants. "Why?"

His fingers tighten just slightly. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind.

"Because" he murmurs, voice soft, "I don’t want to make you disappear too."

You look up, meeting his mismatched gaze. For the first time, beneath the playfulness, the teasing, the theatrics, there is something raw. Something desperate.

"You wouldn’t" you whisper, though doubt creeps in.

Nikolai smiles. "I would. But wouldn’t it be so much more fun to stay, little dove? To see what happens next?"

For the first time… you hesitate.

He is chaos and control. A contradiction wrapped in silk and steel. And you, after so long under Fyodor’s shadow, are starting to feel like you’re standing in the spotlight of something entirely different.

"You’re learning" Nikolai hums one evening, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "Maybe one day, you’ll want to stay of your own accord~"

You swallow hard. "I just want space. My own life."

His grin softens, just barely. "Ah, but you see" he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "you’re already a part of mine."

You’ve been here long enough to know Nikolai never falters.

He is a whirlwind, always laughing, always moving. If he isn’t performing illusions, he’s making riddles, teasing you, or watching you like a cat watches a bird in a cage.

So, when it happens, you don’t believe it at first.

It’s past midnight. A storm rages outside, rain hammering against the glass. Nikolai was supposed to be with you tonight, he promised a new trick, a "grand reveal" but he hasn’t shown up.

That alone is unusual.

Then you hear it.

A muffled gasp. Something heavy hitting the floor.

You should stay put. Should ignore it. Should not, under any circumstances, involve yourself in his problems. And yet, before you can stop yourself, you’re on your feet, slipping into the dimly lit hallway.

You find him slumped against the wall, gloves off, blood seeping through his shirt.

He’s hurt.

His eyes snap to yours, wild at first, then softening into something unreadable.

“Oh dear…” he breathes, voice weak yet amused. “Did my little dove come looking for me?”

You don’t ask how he got injured.

You don’t ask who did it.

Right now, you’re more focused on the way his fingers tremble as he tries to press against the wound.

Wordlessly, you kneel beside him. “Let me see.”

Nikolai blinks. He doesn’t answer right away.

Instead, he studies you, his expression unusually still. It’s the first time you’ve seen him like this. Not laughing. Not playing. Just… watching.

Finally, he exhales a quiet chuckle. “Ah, so sweet. But aren’t you scared, little dove? I could just...” His fingers twitch near your throat, miming a twist. “Snap.”

You ignore him. “If you wanted me dead, you wouldn’t be sitting here bleeding in front of me.”

He grins-wide, unhinged, but something flickers in his eyes. Perhaps relief?

You press against the wound, and he flinches- a sharp, startled inhale breaking through his bravado.

“Ah—! Ohoho, you’re cruel~” He hisses through his teeth. “I love it.”

“Stay still.” You don’t know why your hands are steady. Why your heart isn’t pounding in terror. Why, for the first time since you got here, you feel like you’re the one in control.

You clean the wound, wrap the bandages tight, and for once, he lets you.

No riddles. No illusions. Just the quiet rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his skin beneath your hands.

Later, after you’ve finished, he leans back against the couch, watching you.

You expect him to start teasing again, to ruin the moment with some absurd joke.

But instead, he asks, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it:

“Why?”

You blink. “Why what?”

His head tilts, hair falling messily over his eyes. “Why help me?”

You say nothing.

Nikolai’s gaze lingers on you for a moment longer. Then, something changes.

He grins—smaller this time, lacking its usual sharpness.

“You’re a funny one, little dove.”

You aren’t sure what he means.

But you know something has shifted.

Because now, when he looks at you, there’s something new in his eyes.

The days after that are different. Nikolai still plays his games, still toys with you, still reminds you that you are his. But now, he listens to you more. He lingers closer. He watches you not just with amusement, but with curiosity.

One night, as you sit by the window, staring at the distant city lights, Nikolai rests his chin on your shoulder and murmurs:

“You don’t hate me as much anymore, do you?”

Your fingers tighten in your lap. “… I don’t know.”

His laughter is quiet this time. Not mocking. Just… pleased.

He presses a gloved finger to your pulse, feeling it thrum beneath his touch.

“Good” he whispers.

[makomoto-chan]

HIIIII😚😘

If you still taking requests,Can ı get RANPO(💋),Nikolai,KUNIKIDA(💍),Chuuya(🏍),Dazai and aktugawa with Reader that Flirts with them all the timw and they start gettinf effect by it? (Reader isnt dumb,weak and RAINBOWS AND SUNSHINE😄🦄🌸 Type,ı hate those kind of fics plsssss.)

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a/n: I felt very aesthetic while creating these headers pls tell me they're pretty. (btw you can use them)

a/n: Nikolai is slightly out of character but I hope it's good enough! and Akutagawa has been so funny to write I love him sm my emo boy

a/n: I WORKED FOR A WHOLE WEEK ON THIS PLEASE LIKE THIS

HEADCANONS

our adult child is NOT used to be flirted with!

he doesn't really know what he should do so he usually turns your attempts at turning him on into jokes

he'll try to flirt back sometimes though but he always ends up making you laugh because most of his flirts or pickup lines are about snacks/candies

he doesn't like not being good at things so he pouts for a looong while whenever you laugh at his flirts

SOMETIMES you actually manage to make him react but it's very rare because even if it doesn't look like it he has a lot of self control

when he can't take your flirts any more he pouts and crosses his arms on his chest, puffing his pink cheeks and declaring out loud "Y/n is stupid. I told them repeatedly not to." in front of the whole ada and everything stops there.

STORY

everyone in the agency was busy completing paperwork, everyone except Ranpo and you. Ranpo, as usual, sat rocking in his chair, feet propped up on the desk as he played by waving a lollipop in the air. not that he doesn't have some reports to write too, but he doesn't seem to have the slightest intention of doing so. and besides, why on earth if no one has the heart to object? you, on the other hand, were particularly intent on peeking over Kunikida's shoulder while, having just finished completing a document for the president, he writes in his notebook. It has to be said that it's not as interesting as you expected. as one might imagine, Kunikida was not particularly fond of writing about his innermost secrets and listing all those beautiful rules that he was so crazy about in the office, under the constant danger that Dazai (or you, in this case) would read them. and so, abandoning the hope of making fun of him, you head towards Ranpo's desk, trotting around his chair thinking about what to do to relieve the boredom a little. What better than flirting with your most beloved coworker? so you approach his chair from behind, silently with small steps, almost like a child would do while playing at being a spy or a ninja. it's not a difficult task since Ranpo is so engrossed in his treasures (the incredible amount of candies and sweets arranged on his desk) that he didn't even notice that you had moved from behind Kunikida's back. you poke his head and when he turns around on his chair you're already a few centimeters from his face, your noses practically touching. you look at him with a sly smile and chant almost as if to scold him "Ranpo-kun, shouldn't you be compiling all those forms?~" he looks at you perplexed for a moment, then his expression changes a little and his face wrinkles into a pout, his cheeks flushed from being too close. "as if you had nothing to do."

"It's different. You're so good and smart." you say with a sneaky sweet voice. he looks at you askance for a second: he knows perfectly well that the fact that he is intelligent does not exempt you from completing the documents at all, but he always has a weakness for compliments (and regardless, he's not doing them either so he can't complain). "well, at least you know." he finally says in a slightly arrogant voice, but blushing heavily.

HEADCANONS

Nikolai is... particular, extravagant to say the least, and it's not easy to say how he might react to a possible flirtation

I think he would flirt back

after the surprise of your first flirts he would use his skill to flirt in the most extravagant ways later

he would make a bouquet of flowers appear in front of you while you walk, perhaps not even in moments when you are together

However, he wouldn't be so good with words

I also think he would both like you but also dislike the fact that he feels so attracted to you because of that thing about freedom and his various weird obsessions.

STORY

you were walking through the wide corridors of the DOA buildings, joking and laughing as usual, the last lights of the day through the windows create long shadows while the various rooms are colored orange and gold by the sun's rays. "Nikolai?"

"What is it?"

"I was wondering" you smile a little, nudging his arm lightly "how are things going with the damsels?"

"damsels? I don't know what you're talking about, you know. I don't have any." he smiles too, already knowing where the conversation is going.

"ah no? but what a waste of beauty, then!" You say, smiling mischievously. he looks at you out of the corner of his eye and pats you on the back "you know, if you want to lie to me maybe you should take acting lessons." you take a big breath, dramatically, covering your mouth with both hands and looking straight at him, still walking. "What! I'm honest! How dare you insinuate such a thing, Nikolai!" he smiles at you and wraps an arm around your shoulders, holding you a little closer to him as you walk "then I must have misunderstood. Forgive me, but did you happen to say that I'm handsome?" you smile at him like a little devil "yes, beautiful. inside, though. we don't want to talk about" and you point at him up and down, smirking. he laughs. "nice inside, inside! well, that's something, I guess! but I know you don't think that either, Y/n. no one does." you pout a little to hide a smirk, tying his long braid around your fingers "how dramatic you are. it doesn't suit a clown. and besides, with women like me it's not at all impressive to act depressed, you know?~" he lets out a mock-melancholy “ohh,” placing a hand over his heart “Y/n, why are you talking like that?” then after a short pause he turns away and says in a low voice, as if he didn't want to be heard "how do you impress someone like you, anyway? nothing ever surprises you."

you smirk "hm? did you say something, Kolya?~" he keeps smiling quietly, but you can see a slight blush on his ears and cheeks.

HEADCANONS

a total mess whenever you flirt

can't flirt at all

gets angry when you use your charm to convince him doing things he doesn't want to but will do it anyway

always scared you might want to kill him or something because he's aware he's totally dumb when it's about you

STORY

Kunikida is trying to write the report of the last mission but it proves extremely difficult, since he has you on his lap. not that he gave you permission, of course. you do it, every now and then, when you're bored. he's never been able to stop you, both because he secretly has a crush on you and doesn't really want you to leave, and because as soon as you touch him he blushes heavily and can't speak anymore. he's currently stammering some incoherent sentence, the pen gripped so tightly in his hands that his knuckles and fingertips have turned white, his cheeks and ears dyed a dark red. “Y-Y/n… I-I have to… the report…” you giggle and brush your fingers on his cheek "you're cute when you're embarrassed, Kun-kun~" he raises his head to the ceiling, barely swallowing his saliva "s-stop it... and don't... call me like that... it's inappropriate..." you tilt your head at side, looking at him sideways "inappropriate? no, don't say that, I'm just playing~" you chant, chuckling. he lets out a shaky sigh and lowers his head again, looking at you for a few seconds. after the silence, you hear the sound of his shirt sleeve as he raises his arm to place his hand on your back, his other hand finally letting go of the pen and resting on the arm of his chair. "playing... I guess... a game isn't inappropriate..."

HEADCANONS

the way he reacts totally depends on what happened that day

if everything is okay he might even flirt back

if he just came back from a mission or Mori/Dazai are annoying him he will just get mad and try to ignore you

if he's drunk... he will totally flirt back. one time he was drunk and he even asked you out while you were flirting but then he forgot he did and everything stopped there.

STORY

you're in a meeting, chuuya's hat on your head as he tries to ignore you and convince himself he'll take it back later. his subordinates stare at him with a confused look, but don't dare say anything. after all, they know that Chuuya is already annoyed by the loss of the hat and they have no intention of being the outlet for his anger. no one even wonders why he isn't yelling at you, by now they know very well that whatever you do their boss wouldn't do anything to you, while the same can't be said about them...

When everyone leaves the meeting room and begins to scatter through the corridors, Chuuya finally turns his gaze to you. "give it back to me now." "give you back what?" you ask with those innocent eyes of yours that Chuuya knows very well are anything but that, but he can never resist him anyway. he lets out a sigh, shaking his head. "Y/n-kun, don't start again…" "What's up?" you insist. "you know what." "Come on, I just want to have fun~" you give up on trying to act good and admit you're actually having fun annoying him. "Stealing pieces of my clothing isn't fun!" he replies annoyed. "…I don't know. It depends on which part of the clothing." you answer him bluntly with a smirk, winking at him. he remains perplexed for a few seconds, then understands the double meaning, snorts and turns away blushing. "You could have avoided this one." he mutters in a fake-angry tone. you chuckle and place the hat back on his head “no, I don’t think so.”

HEADCANONS

even more flirty than you!

he asoblutely loves whenever you are the one who start the flirt

he's quite confident about this so I think it'd be a little hard to get him flustered

anyway if you show him you care about him and also flirt with him I think the combo would work because he's not particularly used to have people caring for him and also flirting.

STORY

you were at the agency, Kunikida and Atsushi left for a mission and Yosano, Tanizaki and naomi went shopping (and of course Ranpo is with Poe). obviously, being alone, you and Dazai have nothing better to do than flirting. It feels more like an act than a flirt, to be honest. you look like children playing, rather than two adults courting each other. Dazai is kneeling a few steps away from you, one hand on his chest and his other arm extended towards you, immersed in reciting the lyrics of a song you like so much with such a dramatic expression. you, on the other hand, are standing in front of him, laughing out loud.

"ah, Y/n! you're so beautiful!" he says, stopping repeating the refrain and returning to his usual speeches. "Would you by any chance be interested in committing a double suicide, with me, Belladonna?~" you look at him with a kind look, but an arrogant smile proves something completely different. “well, well, if you ask me like that, like a gentleman, how could I ever refuse, my dear~”

he looks up at you for a moment, then get up and step close to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and holding your hand with the other "ah!~ I've always knew you were the one!" you chuckle slightly, resting your hean against his shoulder "yes, you always did, huh? you know, it's so bad we're gonna commit. I could have even wanted to date you if you lasted a little longer~". at that, his eyes widen and he stares at you "date me?" you nod.

"date me..." he repeats, perplexed, then his cheeks tyrn a light pink and he smiles softly "date me. oh well. maybe, just maybe, I could live a week or two longer just to date you."

HEADCANONS

he's aggressive and complaining at first but after a while (like maybe months????) he understands getting mad at you won't stop you

he starts to find out he doesn't totally gate it when you flirt with him (and it mekes him insecure about himself)

his face gets all red whan you do it in private

when you're in public he tries to ignore you and act cool but he will most likely "scold" you when the other people leave.

STORY

he sits in front of his desk, trying to ignore you while you remain leaning against his chair, placing some weight on his back from behind, brushing your fingers over the shoulders of his coat, getting close but never touching his neck. it's not a rare event, you seem to have been targeting him for months and he's given up at the idea of ​​being able to get rid of you. at first he pushed you away forcefully, a frown on his pretty face as he muttered some insult. now, he simply lets you do whatever you want, since you would do it anyway. "A-ku-ta-ga-wa~" you sing softly, looking over the back of his head at the various documents he is completing and which he should (let's emphasize should, because with you in his office he definitely won't make it in time) deliver to Mori by the end of the day. "What do you want?" he mutters in a bad mood, continuing to write. "I'm bored, you know." "then go away and do something." you turn your head away, letting out a small "hah!", annoyed. well, if this doesn't work... you decide to try another method. "Akutagawa-san..." you whisper in his ear, leaning in so that your faces are close enough "I just want to be with you... take a little break, please~" even before you finish speaking you can already see his face turning a deep red as he tries to turn around so that you can't watch him. "hm? what's the matter? have you finally realized you can't ignore my charm forever, Aku?~" there are a few moments of silence, then he speaks again "...just shut up.." he mumbles, blushing heavily and still looking away. "what? I can't hear you~" you say with a smirk as you wrap your arms around his neck. "I said just shut up, Y/n!" he yells, but he reluctantly wraps a hand around your arm as a sort of cuddle.

[ladyvenusss]

This was supposed to be for Christmas but I'm an idiot and forgot to post it 🩷

[bladevoyager]

this is them to me

[livelaughlovesubs]

Okay, bsd Fans out there, remember this amazing artwork?

It’s done by the mangaka of trump (delico’s nursery is the prequel to it?)

Like omg- I love how they draw fedya 😭❤️❤️❤️

Link to their twitter account

[charlies-a-thief]

Little Siglai spread I did from October last year

[s-silk]

singing, sinking, dying, diving.

[dissemmiart]

Fyolai Fairytale AU

[ratscantwrite-alt]

Add my wife better (sigma)