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!
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.❗
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.
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.”
