#bsd fyodor

[sylvioki]

Fyolai worms..

[ihsugar]

decided to (re)watch bsd (my most favorite thing from 2017) and accidentally loved it🙏

[arabella0001]

featuring: Fyodor Dostoevsky, Ranpo Edogawa, Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, Doppo Kunikida, Yukichi Fukuzawa, Atsushi Nakajima, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Sakunosuke Oda, Ango Sakaguchi, Sigma

cw: fluff, avoidant attachment style, toxic behaviour

How would they react at first if they realized they like you?

✧ OSAMU DAZAI

Most likely, Dazai would act as if he’s joking. He’d be brutally straightforward, not letting you breathe too much in the agency office or finding any excuse to irritate you.

“I’ve heard our most beautiful colleague even has time for my documents too, isn’t that right, bella?”

Even if your heart sometimes beats faster when he compliments you or when he stares at you with that hollow yet intense gaze, Dazai still manages to annoy you far too often.

“You heard wrong.”

Snatching your mission report out of your hands, he made you flare up, rising from your chair to grab it back unsuccessfully.

“Or…I can help you draw your conclusions faster, bella! Trade for trade.”

His smirk grated on your nerves even more. You muttered, “I hate you.” though malice laced it.

Your eyes widened as he gripped your waist, your documents held above your reach while his gaze pinned you down, looking straight at you from above.

“Aww, I truly don’t wish to upset my favorite colleague.”

And yet, no matter how much Dazai jokes, avoids seriousness, or dodges his own feelings, if your life were ever in danger (even if sacrificing you would perfectly serve his strategy) he would never hesitate to save you. Excusing himself with the idea that he’ll surely come up with another plan, though deep down he knows he can’t admit yet that you’re far more important to him than you should be.

✧ CHUUYA NAKAHARA

Chuuya couldn’t stand you from the very moment you entered the Port Mafia at the same time you refused to put up with his arrogance, always firing back whenever he provoked you.

Chuuya barely managed to keep his irritation in check, to stop himself from rolling his eyes when Mori assigned the two of you on the same mission.

“I don’t contest your skills at organizing us, but do I really have to be teamed up with her?”

You answered with the same subtle tone, yet throwing provocation in his face.

“Afraid you’re too weak to keep up?”

And still, Chuuya was utterly stunned when he saw you in action. How resilient, how strong you were. His eyes widened in admiration. Catching him staring, you couldn’t resist teasing, even if his gaze made your own heart hammer.

“Like what you see, foxy boy?”

Chuuya narrowed his eyes in annoyance, even if a betraying flush crept up his cheeks.

But his hidden emotions would only come out when fear overwhelmed him. When your life was truly at risk, he would break completely. Confessing everything in a shaken, frantic voice.

“Don’t you fucking dare die, [Name]! Don’t you—Shit! I can’t lose you. I-I really—“

Your lips twitched faintly as your eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion dragging you down.

“I know, Chuuya. I know. Me too.”

✧ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

He would never say it outright. For him, acknowledging interest in someone is a colossal weakness, especially in someone working at his side. He would blame it on admiring your intellect, on your obedience, on nearly accepting that he actually trusts you.

Instead, his methods are far from moral.

“You know you’re the best one along my partners, right, [Name]?”

He tilted your chin up, smirking down at you, his eyes attempting to hypnotize you and nearly succeeding.

You smiled back, gaze dropping to his lips before returning to his eyes with that addictive, dangerous look.

“How can I help you this time, Fyodor?”

And still, he would not treat you as he does everyone else. Avoiding (logically, strategically — as he calls it) using you as a mere sacrifice.

✧ RANPO EDOGAWA

Ranpo was utterly confused at first. Why weren’t his deductions working? Why did his heart pound inhumanly fast whenever you stood too close? Why did his body warm up when you praised him for his insights, but not when anyone else did?

It took him a long time to realize he actually liked you, and once he did, the best solution was to confess. And yet… without you, he doubted he would’ve survived it alone.

One day, after a mission, Ranpo came to you, catching you off guard.

“Hey, Ranpo. Are you okay?”

“Why do you always care how I am or what I do?”

You blinked. Once. Twice. You couldn’t tell if his tone was harsh or curious.

“Ranpo?”

His hands twitched, and when his eyes slowly opened, soft in a way you had never seen, you froze.

“Tell me why. Because I’m going insane thinking I’m the only one seeing you in a way I shouldn’t. It makes no sense.”

When you kissed him, Ranpo forgot all the months of headaches this had caused him, melting completely into your touch.

✧ RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA

For Akutagawa, realizing he had feelings for you would be unbearable. Disgusted with himself, he’d rather lash out at you like a child whenever you were too “naive” for your own good.

“Are you fucking serious? Why did you come here? What if something happened and I wasn’t there?”

But the moment he raised his voice, he hated himself even more, especially if your expression showed the slightest hint of hurt. Frozen a second too long, he never apologized (not at first), choosing instead to storm off, guilt gnawing inside.

Yet, after a mission, when you came to clean and bandage his wounds with fierce determination, his chest throbbed violently. Your gentle hands touched his face, far too softly for someone like him.

“Why are you doing this? I only saved you because you were in my way.” His voice was low, yet not angry.

Your gaze met his as you murmured against his face, focusing again on his bruises.

“Every time?”

Your ironic jab irritated him, but he froze again when you leaned too close to grab another set of bandages.

“Because I trust you, Akutagawa. And because you’re stronger than you think. Scream all you want, but I know you have a good heart, Ryuu.”

His muscles tightened, eyes wide with fear and vulnerability. Overwhelmed, he couldn’t even move. All he managed was a weak scoff, hiding his gaze. Still, your smile start forming when you caught the blush on his cheeks.

✧ ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA

Atsushi would be flustered beyond belief, confusing you endlessly at first.

If you hugged him too affectionately, he’d stammer an excuse and flee somewhere else.

If you were too sweet with him, praising him, he’d flush crimson and hide his face as quickly as possible.

But if there were even a hint of danger for you, he would be the very first at your side to protect you.

It would be impossible not to notice in the end—most likely kissing him after a heroic act, catching him completely off guard.

“[Name], what—“ You leaned into him, brushing your lips against his before resting your forehead on his. “Y-you like me too?”

You smiled, nodding and that was all it took for him to cup your cheeks and press his lips to yours in a soft, tender kiss.

✧ DOPPO KUNIKIDA

Doppo would deny his feelings outright, embarrassed to even clear his throat or tug at his tie as though he couldn’t breathe—only whenever you teased him about how responsible he was.

You leaned your head beside his chair, watching him so closely he nearly spilled his coffee. Smiling with your eyes shut, you spoke.

“You’re so serious sometimes, Doppo! Can I help you relax a little?”

“I-I… Nevermind. No! No need…”

You chuckled as he exhaled loudly, teasing him before planting a kiss on his cheek.

“A real embodiment of a husband, did you know that?”

He would be shocked and flustered the entire day. Still, it would be the serious push he needed to finally invite you out properly with every minute and place meticulously planned.

✧ YUKICHI FUKUZAWA

You wouldn’t realize it at first. Even though you’ve known him your whole life, if Fukuzawa ever noticed his feelings drifting beyond platonic, his instinct would be to create distance.

Until you intervened.

“Even if you’re the President of the Agency, that doesn’t mean you can boss me around however you want, Fukuzawa!”

He sighed, rising from his desk and walking toward you. His hands folded beneath the green yukata under his black haori.

“It’s necessary to separate these matters. Our personal lives shouldn’t affect our work.”

“Oh, so you’d rather push me aside? What does that have to do with what’s between us and our personal lives?”

For a fleeting second, you caught Fukuzawa’s eyes widen.

“It’s not that I’m pushing you aside, [Name]. It’s simply—“

“You’ve developed feelings for me, haven’t you, Fukuzawa?”

He was not a man who lied. So he chose silence. Only action. He raised his hands slowly, his knuckles brushing your cheek gently. Devotion glimmered in his eyes, tangled with restraint.

✧ SAKUNOSUKE ODA

Oda was a serious man, respecting anyone who respected him, kind whenever he could be. And yet, when he realized his behavior toward you was different, he didn’t hesitate to speak—awkward as he was. For him, communication was the best solution.

After a long day, he waited for you, one hand hidden behind his back, ready to offer you a flower regardless of your answer. Apologizing or celebrating together.

“Oda?”

He swallowed, hesitant but steady

“If I’ve got the wrong impression, or if this makes you uncomfortable, please tell me. No pressure. I just want to confess that…I like you…and that I’d like to know you better.”

His thoughtful sincerity filled your heart more than you ever expected.

✧ ANGO SAKAGUCHI

Difficult. He was torn between avoiding the whole ordeal (such a headache) and admitting that he was helplessly drawn to you.

Still, one hint from you was enough to tip the scale.

After a few glasses of whisky, you convinced the bookworm to join you on the dance floor.

At first, he preferred to just watch you, leaning against the bar. But then, under his breath, Ango murmured, “Fuck it.” When you crooked your finger at him with that dangerous smile, he surprised you — his lips pressing onto yours, cupping your cheeks right there in the middle of the dance floor.

✧ SIGMA

Sigma would panic at first, afraid to ruin what he had with you, yet guilt gnawed at him for keeping such a secret.

His voice sabotaged him.

“I need to confess something.”

“What’s happening, Sigma?”

Your worried look only deepened his guilt. His head lowered.

“I’m so sorry…I hope you don’t think I’m a horrible person, or that I had any ulterior motives. You’re such an incredible person… and I’ve…developed feelings for you. I know it’s inappropriate—“

“Sigma…” Your shocked voice made him lift his gaze. “I wouldn’t have thought… And… I—I feel the same way.”

Now it was his turn to be shocked.

“You do?”

You nodded. Silence stretched between you, until both of you smiled, meeting halfway in a slow, gentle kiss.

Another fluff scenario with them here.

Halloween edition here

[wkbsrco]

Looking for the perfect kissing gloss with your boyfriend is like . . .

Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!

You’ve been kissing him for an hour on his bed, but he’s still not yet satisfied—at this point, you think, he never will be.

“Angel, try this one next…” he purrs, handing you the small sparkly tube of gloss.

The goal was to find the perfect kissing gloss, and you had a vast collection. Of course, sponsored by your disgustingly rich and hardworking boyfriend (maybe sugar daddy).

You wipe your lips with a new piece of wet wipe and apply the gloss he handed you. Plop! You puckered your lips, giggling as he looked up at you.

God, he looked so cute when you sat on top of him.

“I could die like this…” he says, awestruck.

You laugh, rolling your hips, knowing how to make it ache. “Like this?”

“You’re so cruel, angel.” He pouts.

For the nth time, you lean down and grab his face. “Then maybe you should punish me.” You whispered before crashing your lips onto his.

Seems like your boyfriend was really getting his money’s worth with these glosses!

Satoru Gojo (Nerdjo), Choso Kamo, Doma, Osamu Dazai, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Toru Oikawa (TS), Atsumu Miya (TS)

© This work belongs to @wkbsrco, DO NOT repost

[artisbornhere]

Someday, BSD fans will stop complaining about the lack of black-and-white characters and understand that the whole point of the work is its multi-genre nature, moral ambiguity, and narrative that doesn't chew over every detail but rather demands thought and analysis. This is precisely what deep engagement with art is all about. But many still expect a simple story with a linear plot and clear heroes and villains, and are then surprised when they don't get it.

❗This is a translation, not my post! Taken from the «Вольно» Telegram channel.❗

[formiito]

-> get introduced

-> start killing people

-> vaguely poetic lines

-> explain nothing

-> get beheaded after decade of serialization

[uhhelimation]

Fyodorizing another picture.

What did you guys confess to make him appear traumatised?

[yonomori-rei]

I don't know if you get a request, but if bsd men had a baby fever??? [They finally achieve their goals😅(I'm talking about dazai, Fyodor and Chūya or something😭)]

BABY FEVER (Headcanons + scenarios for DAZAI, CHUUYA and FYODOR) A/N: Don’t worry, I didn’t disappear this time. Awfully sorry for how long it took, and I'm still not happy with how it turned out. But oh well, I hope you all enjoy!!! (and I think this is the first time I wrote for Fyodor...and I may have gone off on a slight religious tandem) Genre: Smut, kinda fluff in headcanons? Content warning: swearing, p in v sex, overstimulation, breeding Synopsis: After they see you interact with kids, they notice just how motherly you are…and have this overwhelming urge to breed you. Headcanons are sfw, but scenarios are…more spicy 

Dazai:

You both see a lost child in a mall

You and Dazai were just ambling around the mall (more like Dazai had dragged you along with him because he was “overworking” himself at the agency and he apparently needed a break)

Of course you had relented, because let's be real, there is no way you’re getting any work done with an overgrown panda clinging onto you and annoying the hell outta you (but he’s your overgrown panda so it's fine)

So, you’ve done some shopping, and forced Dazai to carry your bags cuz if he dragged you to go shopping, you’re totally forcing him to do at least this for you (good, you should make that lazy bastard do some work)

But then, just when you were about to leave, you hear sniffling noises

You turn and see this cute, little one wiping away their tears, but they just can't stop crying

Slowly, you approach the child whilst Dazai just stares – he couldn’t care less about this kid who was wasting his alone time with his darling Belladonna

But when Dazai sees how you coo so lovingly, and cradle the child in your arms, instantly calming them down with minimal effort, it's as if some imaginary switch was flipped on inside Dazai

Would you act like this if it were his child?

He couldn’t believe how he didn’t notice before how nurturing, how motherly, you were before

Now, he wanted to see you like this more – to see how you would act with your belly swollen with his child, or how you would tenderly rock a baby that resembled his and your features in your arms

Perhaps he’d have to do something tonight to make this dream a reality...

Scenario:

“F-fuck Osamuuuu...slow down!”

Your desperate plea is ignored by the man who has you in a mating press, thick cock stretching you until you feel a tickling pain behind the numbing pleasure, but who were you to complain? Dazai’s soft pants in your ear are driving you crazy with desire as his hips continue to move at an inhumane pace, and you swear with how impossibly deep he’s attempting to stuff himself inside you, you can feel him in your throat, stealing your broken breaths. Tears rake its way down your cheeks, as you claw at his back desperately.

“P-please! Ugh...t-too much!”

You don’t know what’s gotten into him, with how he’s been fucking you non-stop for well over half the night, no breaks and no checks. He’s stuck in his own world, desperate, desperate for something that you have yet to find out.

“P-please bella’, shit, please...one more...promise...aah.”

It's what he’s been saying for the majority of the night, but if the creamy ring around the base of his cock didn’t signify how many times he’s begged one more, then I don’t know what will. You can feel him everywhere, his cock thrusting again and again until your pussy is filled to the brim, both your juices starting to leak out due to the sheer number of times Dazai has cummed in you now. 

But he still doesn’t stop.

Euphoria hits you like a drug, mind going blank as your eyes roll back, your cunt spasming rhythmically around Dazai and you cry out from the overstimulation. But your bandaged lover merely keeps going, whimpering pathetically against your neck as he’s spitting out half-formed sentences,

“G-gonna cum...be a good girl...take it all, yeah? Fuck, gonna...knock you up, my sweet ‘donna!”

Your eyes shoot open at his words, finally putting together his actions and intentions through the blissful haze. And hearing those words makes you cling more tightly to Dazai, unintentionally trying to pull him closer, and he laughs breathlessly in your ear as he whispers sensually,

“Oh my, you clenched real hard when I said I wanted to fuck a child in you...who knew my precious girl had a breeding kink.”

Each thrust is filled with raw power, feeling harder and deeper than before, and by now, all thoughts have flown out of your head, replaced by the intense pleasure only Dazai can give you. One, bandaged hand slithers down your body to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles until your scream in pleasure, intensified by the warm feeling of Dazai’s cum filling you up once more. Finally, you come down from your high, but as your body relaxes, you notice the brunet’s wicked smirk. And you feel the delicious dread course through your body as he utters one word.

“Again.” 

Chuuya:

You’re a kindergarten teacher + he visits for the first time

You, my darling (Y/N), happen to be at work – teaching your small class of adorable angels – when your beloved husband’s head appears through one of the classroom’s windows

(How is he tall enough to reach?? XD jk)

You signal to our short king to wait 5 mins until your – and the kids – lunch break

5 agonising mins later, the small ones all toddle out and an impatient Chuu-chuu toddles in (sorry...not)

But just when you were about to kiss the husband who had left for a mission two weeks ago and had only returned now, a small cry of pain came from the back of the classroom

You push the mafioso away, and it's safe to say Chuuya is a bit miffed judging from the scowl/pout on his face

Chuuya watches as you expertly take the child in your arms and cradle them reassuringly, asking them what the matter was

And suddenly, your gentle voice fades into the background as Chuuya feels his pants tighten

Fuck, Chuuya doesn’t think he’s seen anything that’s as hot as his wife comforting this child like she’s been doing it all her life

But you know what would be hotter? If it were their child – if you had been consoling his child in your arms like that

And Chuuya knew that if he stayed even a second longer in that stuffy classroom with you and your soft smile, he’d pounce on you right there and then and never let go until he knew his child has been brought into existence

Muttering a quick excuse about needing to go to the PM HQ, he successfully escaped, leaving you confused about his sudden change in demeanour

Don’t worry, my dear, you’ll understand soon enough...

Scenario:

You had barely walked through the door when a ginger slammed you against the wall and growled out,

“Do you know how much I’ve wanted you since I saw you earlier today?”

And you figured he’s acting like this because of his mission, but you’re proven long pretty quickly when:

“Chuuya, please! W-wait...aaaaah!”

Your nth orgasm of the night causes you cunt to spasm uncontrollably around Chuuya’s fat cock, as you gasp at the sheer intensity, pleasure consuming you. But Chuuya still doesn’t stop, if anything, he speeds up even more. Usually he’d be done by now, preferring to spend the rest of the night cuddling and talking. But not today, not whilst his cock is effortlessly bullying your eager hole as he tightens his grip and angles his hips perfectly to hit that sweet spot to make you see stars.

“C-chuuya! Ungh..what’s the...what’s the matter?”

His blue eyes hold you captive to his gaze, as he whispers against your soft skin,

“Gonna make you the mother of my kids, my queen.”

And the way you whine at his words, revealing your desire to be bred by him, was all the consent he needed to get rougher. Chuuya lost control at the desperate gaze in your eyes and began to fuck into you with abandon once more, lewd noises filling the air.

“C-chuu-aah!”

Your pornographic moan makes Chuuya swell even more in your hot cunt, as the plap sound grew louder and faster. Chuuya’s dick hits all the right spots, drawing you closer to the inevitable edge, and your whimpers reach a beautiful crescendo as pure pleasure courses through your body, stars exploding behind your eyelids. Your pussy clenches around the thick meat inside you, and Chuuya groans against your neck as his seed spills, painting your insides white, marking you, claiming you.

“Shit (Y/N), that’s it, baby...yesss. Gonna see your tummy swollen with my kids.”

You chuckle weakly, delirious from the stuffed feeling, and you move to get up, wincing when Chuuya slides out. Your cheeks turn crimson at the feeling of his cum erotically leaking out, but suddenly, you feel a muscular hand push you down, and two fingers scoop the semen from your entrance, pushing it back into your sore pussy. Chuuya offers you a raunchy smirk as he whispers darkly,

“Neither of us are going anywhere until I knock you up for sure.”

Fyodor:

Kids running around in casino

Fyodor was usually a very calm man – someone that many people though had infinite patience – because he rarely, if ever showed his emotions

But that was not the case today where these kids in the casino were running around wildly – disrupting the poor man’s careful planning

The only thing that’s holding him back from getting rid of all those kids forever is his beloved (Y/N)

There was no way he’d bash in the skulls of infants whilst his soft lover is nearby – oh no, he’d need to maintain his façade of a man with some sort of virtue

But you being the perfect, observant person you are, immediately notice your Fyodor’s patience coming to a dangerous end, and so you quickly whisk away the child that would have become the Russian rat’s victim

Fyodor’s gaze follows you as you clap your hands to grab the attention of all the kids, and with a cheerful demeanour and encouraging smile, manage to distract them enough to keep them from disturbing Fyodor

But Fyodor was now distracted by his lover, who was easily keeping the kids company, and he couldn’t help but wonder if you’re this good at calming down brats, you’d be a great mother to his children

Those amethyst eyes darken with lust, finally planning his next moves but it had nothing to do with taking over the world

Scenario:

(myshka = mouse) – a personal fav nickname of mine teehee

You’ve never seen Fyodor’s predatory eyes glean with such filthy desire before. A man of God, who vowed to rid the world of sin, but isn’t such unfiltered lust, sin too? And like the deity he says he is, he reads your mind perfectly and answers your unasked question,

“Silly girl, God cannot sin.”

He stalks towards you, all graceful and elegant and you scamper backwards until you hit the bed. But Fyodor doesn’t stop advancing, not until he’s looming over you with a predatory smirk. And it only takes a few more seconds before both your clothes come off, and even hours later, both your bodies remain unclothed.

Fyodor and you were both too busy wrapped in each other. Squelching noises filled the air, and his condescending voice only made your cheeks grow hotter, and your pussy wetter. Fyodor’s cock hits your sweet spot with an uncanny precision that had your back arching and eyes rolling back in pleasure, desperate mewls tumbling out of your mouth.

“Fedyaaa! O-oh, God!”

“Yes...call for your God.”

He’s struggling to keep his groans of pleasure as lazy amethyst eyes lock with your own, but the arrogance in his face is unmistakeable. At least Fyodor had some illusion of control but you? You were fucking ruined by the man on top, tears of ecstasy dripping down your face as your face stretched in a permanent ahegao, only the thought of your God filling your head. 

Lithe fingers pinch the pearl between your legs cruelly, a sadistic smile lighting Fyodor’s face at your desperate cry for mercy, but just like the last few times, he simply ignores you, letting you ride out the burning pain of your orgasm. Finally, it seems as if the torture ended when Fyodor releases your shaking legs, and you tremble as you sit up on the bed in between gasps for breath. You feel your cunt clench at the piercing glare he offers it, feeling the thick liquid drip out lewdly, but then his wicked eyes find yours, and the blood drains from your face at his next words,

“Oh myshka, how naïve of you to think we’re done here. After all, I have to make sure you’re truly pregnant with my child.”