Cat hybrid!reader who loves to curl up in bed with nikolai, purring up a storm when his hands come up to rub at your ears.
So sleepy and warm tucked against his side, its instinctual the way your fingertips curl to press onto the thick fat over niks stomach. Kneading at the soft flesh there and pressing at the hard muscle underneath.
Nik, your beloved partner, lets you. Shifts slightly to pull the blankets better around your shoulder but otherwise lets go. Youre half-asleep when your head dips down to lay across niks chest. Heartbeat right against your ears while that hand stays scratching at the base of your ears.
He leans down to press a kiss to the crown of your head, voice low "love you, sweet thing. Sleep well for me, yeah?"
You dont hear him, already asleep with your paws still pressed into his stomach and a dopey little smile on your face. He loves his little cat.
SOOO Bsd..right hehe it's me.back again!!! I needed a idea for the request.and I got one
Chuuya, Dazai, Ranpo, Sigma, Fyodor Nikolai
(Tho if you can't write all of em I please ask for Chuuya, Dazai and Sigma)
With a lover thats a dog persona. Like they are really loud that they don't realize it, Oblivious, really sweet, loyal, would do anything to make their lover happy. Etc... take your time and i wish you a happy new year and merry late christmas!!
ʚɞ You are a bad girl, bad girl, what you gonna do now? ʚɞ
Pairings: Chuuya x Reader, Dazai x Reader, Ranpo x Reader, Fyodor x Reader, Sigma x Reader, Nikolai x Reader
Summery: Them with their golden retriever lover!
Tags: Fluff, emotional vulnerability, strong themes of loyalty, dazai is highkey a bih, overprotectiveness, Fyodor calls you 'milyaya' (forgive me if this translation is wrong), The Book mentioned, themes of cages and freedom in Nikolai's part, comfort in Sigma's part, Reader calls Nikolai 'Kolya'.
A/N: Tysm for the req! FIRST BSD FICCC, tbh this is not my first Bsd writing but it is the first in a very long time, gave me so many flashbacks, someone correct me if I've written anything wrong here, anyways, hope you enjoy!
⚘ Chuuya Nakahara:
Chuuya notices it in pieces.
The way you practically bounce when you see him. How your voice carries across the room without you realizing. How you stand a little too close, tail-wag energy radiating off you as you talk about your day like it’s the most important thing in the world.
You’re loud, affectionate and clingy in the best way.
“Chuuya!” you shout the second he walks in, already halfway across the room. You latch onto his arm, grinning up at him like he hung the sun himself. “You’re back! Did you eat? Are you tired? I missed you—”
He sighs, but there’s no heat in it. His hand settles on your head automatically, fingers ruffling your hair.
“Tch… you don’t gotta announce me like that,” he mutters, though his ears are red.
You beam. “Oh—sorry! I just got excited!”
That’s the thing. You always do. You’d do anything for him. Carry his coat. Wait up late. Defend him with your whole chest if someone even looks at him wrong. And you never expect anything back—your happiness comes from him being okay.
Chuuya realizes, slowly, that you’re not just loyal. You’re devoted.
And gods help anyone who tries to take advantage of that, because Chuuya will tear the world apart before letting someone hurt something so pure.
⚘ Osamu Dazai:
At first, Dazai thinks it’s an act. You’re too eager. Too trusting. Too openly affectionate—laughing loudly at his jokes, clinging to his sleeve, praising him like he’s some misunderstood hero. He thinks it's an act because he too ia relishing in the same facade.
“You’re amazing, Osamu!” you say brightly. “I love being with you!”
He watches you carefully and waits for the punchline but it never comes.
You follow him around like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You listen when he talks. You defend him when others criticize him. When he’s quiet—really quiet—you sit beside him, humming softly, content just being there.
One day he asks, casually, “You know I’m not a good person, right?”
You tilt your head and smile. “I know you’re my person.”
Something in his chest twists painfully. You don’t see his darkness. Or maybe you do—and you stay anyway. Loyal to a fault. Loving without conditions. You don’t try to fix him. You don’t demand anything.
And that terrifies him. Because if you ever realized you deserved better… he doesn’t think he’d survive it.
⚘ Fyodor Dostoevsky:
You adore the man. Openly, loudly and without restraint. You sit too close, speak too brightly, praise him without irony. You smile at him like he’s something precious instead of something dangerous.
Fyodor watches you like a curious experiment. You bring him tea before he asks. You wait patiently for his attention. When he dismisses you, you return anyway—unbothered, unwavering.
“How naive you are, milyaya. You should be afraid of me,” he says softly once.
You blink. “Why would I be afraid of you?”
That answer—so simple, so sincere—makes something fracture. Your loyalty is absolute. You’d follow him anywhere. Do anything to make him happy. And you never once question his intentions.
Fyodor recognizes the danger immediately. Not in you but in himself. Because loving someone like you would be the first sin he’d commit willingly—and the only one he’d never be able to justify.
⚘ Ranpo Edogawa:
Ranpo figures it out in five seconds. Your loud, clingy and undeniably lovely demeanor. It's no facade, he's deducted— rather genuine love he's received from very few people.
“You behave like a dog,” he says flatly.
“Huh?” you reply, already offering him snacks you bought just because you thought he’d like them.
You’re loud, affectionate, emotionally transparent. You praise him endlessly. You stick by his side with unwavering loyalty, defending him with your whole heart even when he’s being unbearable.
And Ranpo? He thrives. You make his life easier. Happier. Warmer. You listen to his rambling. You clap excitedly when he solves cases. You don’t mind when he’s blunt—you just wag your metaphorical tail harder.
And the detective isn't just leeching off of your love. He returns it, in any way he can. He starts saving candy just for you, lets you sit closer than anyone else. And when someone insults you Ranpo’s smile sharpens. Because you might be oblivious—but he’s not. And anyone who hurts his loyal partner will regret it immediately. To think his intellect is to solve cases only would be a major misconception.
⚘ Sigma:
Sigma is overwhelmed. You’re so earnest. So affectionate. So present. You praise him constantly—his efforts, his kindness, his existence. You cling to him when you’re happy, curl up beside him when you’re tired, follow him around like being near him is enough.
“I’m not… very remarkable,” he says once, uncertain.
You stare at him like he said the sky is green. “What? You’re amazing. You’re kind. You make me feel safe. Of course you’re remarkable.”
You say it so easily that Sigma doesn’t know what to do with that kind of devotion. He’s afraid of disappointing you. Afraid of being unworthy of your loyalty. But every time he falters, you’re still there—smiling, patient, unwavering.
And for the first time, he believes he's more than just a creature born of The Book.
⚘ Nikolai Gogol:
Nikolai loves it. You’re loud. Dramatic. Unapologetically affectionate. You laugh at his antics, encourage his chaos, cling to him without fear. You call his name across rooms. Praise his performances. Defend him fiercely even though he doesn't need it.
“Kolya!” you shout happily, tackling him into a hug. “You were amazing!”
He freezes for half a second—then laughs. Oh, this is dangerous, this freedom is dangerous. You don’t flinch from him. You don’t fear him. You don’t try to cage him. You love him loudly, loyally, without restraint.
And Nikolai, who fears stagnation more than death, finds himself wanting to stay—just a little longer—if it’s with you.
Because you don’t try to control him. You are the hands that open the cages of his life instead.
Nikolai who likes when you hang out with him in the hanger because he loves being able to show off but also he loves being around you. He loves being able to pull you in for a quick kiss or hug, maybe a quickie, but ultimately he loves having you talk to him or listen to him.
But he can't lie at the end of the day, watching you leave with his handprints in grease all over you, especially the one on your jaw. It makes this warm fuzzy feeling in his chest.
─── tw intended lowercase, public sex, exhibitionism, edging, begging, use of pet names (doll, love, angel etc), praise kink, cockwarming + fingering in fyodor's part, voyeurism + choking + nipple play in nikolai's part
𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 — dazai, chuuya, fyodor, nikolai x reader
𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 is always ready for sex, whether it be in the comfort of your bedroom or the last seat of a movie theater. you cannot physically count the number of times you've asked him to dick you down and he has cooed in reply, pulled you into a random corner, ridden your panties to the side and pried your legs apart with a smile. that, however, doesn't mean there aren't times when you have to beg for his fat cock. he is quite a nuisance, even when the two of you have to make it quick, locked up in a public room. he enjoys watching you flailing your arms around in a silent tantrum, unable to moan or groan or whine, afraid of being heard by others.
“now now bella,” he says in a sing-song voice. “if i give it to you now, and you end up being so loud that the others hear, it will be bad, won’t it?”
he watches you rub your cheek against his bare cock, throat dry from the hardness which he refused to let you suck.
“i’ll be quiet, i promise,” you say. “please please, can i have it?”
“you always say that, dolly,” he strokes your hair lovingly and you lean into his touch. “but we both know you never keep your promise. i would like you to hush for me, alright? we can be as loud as we want at home, but not here, hm? the president is in the next room; it’s a very important meeting, okay?”
you nod vigorously, and he chuckles.
“ah now you know i’m weak for those eyes,” he pulls you up and sits you nicely on his cock all in one go, clamping a hand over your mouth as your eyes widen at the forced penetration. “we’ve got an hour, baby. let’s make it nice and slow, yea? don’t want anything to spill or make a mess, hm? easy now, doll. ride me like a good girl, but quietly.”
𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 doesn't mind pissing off mori in ways more than one. he cannot recall how many times he's fucked you in his own office in various positions, and so messily too, just to see his boss's reaction. he, unlike dazai, doesn't have to be quiet though. it's his building, he can do whatever the fuck he wants, shove his cock down your throat wherever he wants. but he likes to go at a tantalizingly slow pace. he knows he can take his time. he's not gonna get 'caught'. his subordinates know better than to intrude on his business. it's just you, spread-eagled on the table, and him, rutting his hard cock inside you.
“you like it, yea? then why don’t you say it?” he groans in your ear. “you can tell me whose pussy this is, can’t you? why don’t you say my name, doll? whose girl are you?”
“y-yours, all yours,” you hiss and he gently pushes your face back into the mahogany table, the smell of fresh wood and sex clouding your senses.
“what’s my name?”
“chuuya–”
“chuuya what?”
“port mafia executive chuuya nakahara and the owner of my body,” you breathe. he's taught you to say that whenever he asks you that.
“good girl,” he says proudly, smile faltering for a second as he adjusts his pace. “you gonna come, baby? i can feel you. come, come on this cock, we’ll let it get on the floor and table, just to have some fun, yea?”
you widen your eyes, and he chuckles, gloved hand coming to pinch a nipple.
“no objections. mori's office or not, i decide what i do with my pussy.”
you shuddered. he's not afraid and it's seen. because after all, who's gonna fire him?
𝗙𝗬𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥 isn't always the one to initiate sex, much less one in public. then again, your numb cunt and shaking legs are testimony of how well he does when he decides to. public sex for fyodor meant shoving you by your hair down on his cock, pretending to be interested in the ramblings of fukichi while you were sucking him off under the table. when he feels he has to reward you for good behaviour though, he allows you to perch on his lap, your panties shifted to the side as he nests his cock deep inside your warm pussy, offering his ideas while the others don't bat an eye at the unusual approach of the mastermind.
he drums his fingers on the table, sliding them down to pinch your clit. your eyes widen, neck snapping around to look at him as he continues to look ahead. from the corner of his sly smile, he mutters, “i’ve told you to stop moving so much, havent i, angel? or would you like to leave the meeting? i wouldn’t mind either way. you’re distracting a hard-working man.”
you frown at him. “i’m not moving around–” your angry whisper is cut off by a finger slipping inside your already filled cunt, stretching it out even more. you hiss loudly, fist clenching around his cape.
“quieten, printsessa, or i might have to send you away. you’re not being very good now. i’d like to have a word with you after the gathering departs. in private.”
you scowl and turn back to staring at a wall in front of you, when you feel his finger escaping your soaking cunt. sighing in relief, you barely anticipate the slight jolt of his hips as he forced his cock deeper inside you for the fraction of a second before bringing it back in place.
your eyes wander frantically to see if anyone noticed the act. nobody did, thankfully, or maybe they had learned not to intrude on his business. either way, you will pay the price for boredom in the next thirty minutes.
𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗜 is similar to dazai when it comes to enthusiasm related to public sex. he's into voyeurism, a bit much for your liking, but he swears by your name he won't do it if you don't like it. but you don't miss the way he casually lifts your skirt up to check your ass out, or how he sticks a finger inside your cleavage line to harden your nipples. he has always wanted to be free, and what defines freedom more than sex in the back of his car, where the windows are open and any passerby can hear the commotion, wild and alive like never before?
“but kolya, we have to be quiet, we can’t just–”
“hush, my little birdie. do as i say and you won’t be in trouble,” he lays you down comfortably on the seat before proceeding to bang the shit out of you. your meek attempt at stifling your moans by covering your mouth is unsuccessful, and highly futile, he thinks. “now why would you do that, my dove? why would you not bless my ears with your heavenly sounds? let me hear them, dove, please.”
“kolya–”
“yes yes yes love, just like that,” he coos praises into your ear. “but you can go louder, can’t you?”
his mouth sucks on one of your nipples, begging you silently to give him more, to say more.
“please tell me how i make you feel, dove. i might die.”
“so good, kolya, so good.”“yes dove, now can you tell the whole word how i make you feel? please? for me?” he fastens his pace to force moans out of you, hand reaching to your throat to make you say his name. “want the whole word to know you love me, dove. that you’re mine. all mine.”
and his demands grow sinister by the moment with threatening consequences.
“whoopsie, no dove you’re gonna have to keep it in for now. can’t let you come unless i see you beg for it, now can i?”
it was always a long night of satisfying sex with him.
i fear @hatsbuckets and her nikprice works have me in a chokehokd sorry, i got cxurious about the old men
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thinking of john price who catches himself falling in love with kyle garrick and feels a little conflicted about it at first. he's got a spouse he really shouldn't be staring at his sergeant like this.
but the more time price spends with his sergeant, he begins to notice qualities that kyle has that's.. god, something about a responsible and obedient man made him weak in the knees.
obviously, there was some underlying guilt but his husband would be okay with it, right? they've had thirds before but.. nothing romantic like this.
when price comes home to his husband that night, making dinner and chatting, the captain can't help but briefly bring up the possibility of a third.
"nik, d'you think a young bloke like that would want the join us sometime? for dinner, i mean." price blurts out by the kitchen counter, watching his husband do a slow turn.
wooden spoon in hand, nikolai looks at price like he's fucking stupid. god, if only his husband knew how badly his entire fucking team wanted him. he had already seen that look garrick gave price before he retired.
"lyubimmy, invite him to dinner next week, yes?" nik sighs, leaning to kiss price's temple. "we'll see what he has to say then."
baby steps, nik thinks. first kyle, and then maybe, johnny and simon.
Dedicated to @moncouerbrise
Also my headcanon is that Nikolai's partner would be morally gray
My works: enjoy
Bye now - Mars ♡
It had become a routine of sorts. Every time your boyfriend washed his hair, he’d come find you, plop down between your legs and have you do his hair routine.
At first it started as a way to spend more time together when he was busy with his missions
But it stuck and now it has become a part of your week that you wouldn't give up for anything
“Darlingggg” your husband whined, stumbling into the living room, he plopped down on the floor, sitting between your legs
Nikolai leans his full weight on your chest, his head cushioned by your breasts
“Did you use my shampoo? You smell like me” you section your boyfriend’s hair, using your clawclips to hold the sections out of the way.
“No I didn’t” he smiles, glancing over his shoulder to you with eyes that were 100% guilty, “I will steal more for you”
“Please don’t”
As you work in sections, adding the products to his hair and massaging it in, rolling your eyes every time he leans his head back and demands you kiss him.
Nikolai had trouble staying still but he tried for you and he demanded to be rewarded with kisses. And you’d roll your eyes and lean down and press a sweet kiss to his forehead every time
You were finally done applying the products to his entire head, white fluffy hair soft to the touch now. Fingers meticulously working on braiding his long hair.
Separating the long locks into three parts and folding each section over the other and repeating that until you were at the end, securing the braid with a red fluffy pom pom
“All done, lover” you place the long braid over his shoulder.
Nikolai wastes no time in turning around and slumping against your chest, kissing you softly, “I love it!” he smiles, it’s big and bright and fills up the room with warmth
Crazy clown
You fix his bangs, letting your hands drift to caress his cheek softly, “And I am serious, do not steal any shampoo”
The bastard has the audacity to pout, “Do not try to cage me lover” he nips your neck, “Just one?”
“Hmm” you look at him, at that damn adorable pout, before finding yourself caving because Nikolai and his stupidly adorable pout does that to you
“Fine, but!”
“Yes?” he perks up, mischievous sparkles in his eyes, “Come with me” he whispers against your lips
“But you have to steal from big corporations, and no I am not coming with you”
He pouts, “Please? Pretty please?” puppy eyes staring at you, lips pouting because that was your weak spot and he knew that!
“No”
“Worth a shot” he giggles, capturing your lips in a sweet teasing kiss, “Love ya”
contents ❥ nikolai gogol x fem!reader, suggestive, slice of life, 1.0k words
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You woke up earlier than usual today. Nikolai is still in bed, dead asleep. He did not even react or stir when you were making noises for your morning routine. And now you are in the kitchen, planning to make some savoury French toast for breakfast. It is not often that you are the one who prepares food.
Just a nice gesture for your beloved. Especially after he fogged your brain with heaven.
As you are whisking a few eggs with a fork in a bowl, the doorbell suddenly rings loudly, jolting you out of your focus. You place the bowl on the counter, hastily wash your hands and wipe them on your shirt. You walk to the door to get it, but you pause.
What if it's the homeowner?
You are not documented as a resident in this unit—it is only Nikolai’s. You are not sure if it is the homeowner, despite Nikolai having stated that he is not in St. Petersburg at the moment. But who knows? Fate plays with you in strange ways many times already.
“I guess it’s better that he’s the one answering…” You mumble to yourself when you hear the doorbell again. You turn away and rush into the bedroom, seeing that Nikolai is still asleep.
You place a hand on him, shaking his body lightly. “Kolya… Kolya, wake up.” You say softly, not wanting to surprise him or anything. But he remains motionless, eyes still shut.
“Kolya, come on. Wake up.” You say again, a little louder. He only hums, nose scrunched, but he relaxes almost immediately as if he is tangled back into the dream. You shake him harder, calling his name.
“Hmm…” Finally, he moves slightly, but only because he is disturbed by your gesture. He turns his face to bury himself into the pillow and lazily brings his hand to his ear, as if to block your voice.
“Nikolai. Wake up, please.”
“Mm…”
“Someone’s at the door, Kolya. Please?”
“Hm.”
“Daddy, wake up.”
“What?”
Nikolai lifts his head almost immediately, blinking confusedly at you.
“What’d you say…?” He asks groggily, and you almost giggle at how his face looks. You think he looks just like a lost kitten—those kitties who try to fight their way through sleepiness. A perfect description, you would say.
“I said someone’s at the door.”
“O-Oh.” Nikolai stares at you, still puzzled. “R-Really..?”
“Hm?” You purposely blink confusedly. “Yeah, someone’s at the door. You should get it. What if it’s the homeowner? And you’re the only one who has the name in the contract, so…” You tug his arm to pull him to sit up. And he does, gently pushing you out of the way. He says nothing as he pushes the blanket to the side and gets up. Your eyes widen, seeing his bare torso right in front of you.
“Why don’t you grab a shirt, at least?” You say, now remembering how he really likes being half-naked in bed.
“Ugh… Shut up.” He grunts, waving his hand dismissively at you. Nikolai’s head is still not clear as he stretches and walks to the door. He opens it barely, just enough for him to peek outside while hiding his body behind the white wood.
A young lady. She looks flustered when she finally sees Nikolai, and a little gasp escapes her mouth.
“Hi, miss,” Nikolai says. “Something wrong?”
“Oh! Uh… not really… Uh, are you new here? I haven’t seen your face before.” The lady asks, giving him an awkward smile.
“Yes. I just moved in a few days ago.” He replies. His tone is friendly, but that effort is the hardest thing ever because Nikolai is frankly annoyed that his sleep time is interrupted like this.
“Right! I hope you are having fun living here. H-Here… Butter cookies for you.” She finally hands him the blue container of butter cookies. Nikolai takes it, chuckling as he thanks her. The lady just nods before she rubs her neck, eyes gazing away. “A-Actually, there’s another thing I wanna ask… Do you live alone?”
Nikolai’s eyebrow jerks. He does not want to overthink this early, but only his name is registered as a resident here. Though it is just on a written contract.
“What’s the matter with that?” He asks the lady.
“Uhm… I’m not coming at you like this in a bad way but… uh… a couple nights ago… w-we heard noises…”
“Noises…?”
The lady’s fair skin begins to bleed a red hue. She bites her lips, as if she is regretting her life choices at this point. Her lips tremble before she whispers, “I mean like… b-bedroom noises…”
Oh, now Nikolai is fully awake.
“Oh my…” He grins mischievously—begone the sleepiness and dizziness.
“Y-Yeah… I-I don’t know if you have a girlfriend or you bring someone over, but uhh… my mom felt bothered by it. I don’t personally mind, okay? It’s just, you know, old people have sensitive hearing sometimes.”
“No, no, it’s totally our fault, miss. I’m sorry for the noises— Pfft—” Nikolai quickly subdues his laugh, pressing his lips together hard. “I’ll be sure to be more considerate. Thanks for the cookies!”
Bam!
“Yeah— Huh?”
Nikolai ignores the confused lady still outside his unit after he just slammed the door in her face. He turns around, eyes wide open, when he sees you standing against the wall—a perfect blind spot from the lady too.
“Who was that?” You ask. Nikolai shrugs, placing the cookies container on the dining table. You approach him, reaching the container with a happy smile on your face. Yes, more snacks!
“Just our neighbour.” He replies.
“Oh! What’d they want?”
“She had a very serious complaint.”
You freeze, looking at him with a frown. “Huh? Why? What happened? What did you do to the people of this building?”
Nikolai glares at you briefly—how dare you just accuse him unprovoked.
“I didn’t do anything. You did!”
“What? Why? I’ve been good!”
“Oh, you’ve been good, alright. You’ve been sooo good that our neighbours were very impressed with your good girl noises.” He smirks, and it gets broader when you shriek in embarrassment, realising immediately about the ‘complaint’ he was talking about.
“I-It’s not my fault!”
“Perhaps. But you’re still the one moaning and screaming, huh?”
You pout, turning your face away as you are getting too shy to look at him in the eye. Nikolai chuckles, taking your chin to make you look at him again.
“Well, I guess we can fix that tonight… Unconventionally.”
“His Hands are in my Hair, His Clothes are in my Room ♡˖” BSD x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚
╰┈➤ Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol
Warnings; Nikolais and Chuuyas are hardly proofread, Nikolais was rushed, Nikolais nearly got scrapped, I don't like Nikolais, maybe a little ooc
Description; sharing clothing w the BSD boys
A/n; GUYS OH MY GOD I GOT A 5 ON MY FIRST AP EXAM IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF AHHHHHH IM GONNA CRY also I'm sorry posts are so few and far between. It's so hot and hard to function. I know I said the exact same thing to excuse minimal posts in winter but like. its literally hot as balls and all I got is a puny ass 8yro fan and the occasional sip of iced water.
Osamu Dazai ★
• Dazai likes to take your old T-shirts to sleep in when you lend them to him for the night. After a few nights of having Dazai at your house, you wonder why your sleep-shirt collection has nearly cut in half.
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You unlocked the door of your apartment and pushed it open with your unoccupied hand. The other arm held a large brown paper bag filled with gas station food and snacks for you and your boyfriend, who followed you inside. Once you set the bag down on the coffee table, you retrieved your keys from the door and closed it. When you came back to the kitchen, Dazai had already dumped everything out and was sifting through all the options. "The walk back from the gas station was hardly five minutes and I've already forgotten everything we got." He says with a grin, opening a bag of chips and eating a couple. He offered you some, holding the bag out to you. "Want some?' He mumbled.
"Yeah, let me just change into pajamas first, I don't wanna do anything until I'm comfortable." You said, shrugging off your jacket and starting to undo your belt before you even make it back to your room. Dazai followed suit, bag of chips still in hand. "Can I borrow some?" You nodded before taking off your shirt and tossing it in the laundry hamper, going through your closet to find a shirt for your boyfriend and yourself. "Thank youuu~" He plops down onto your bed, keeping the chip bag upwards so he doesn't get any crumbs or dust on your nice blankets. He watches you pull one of your band shirts over your head, admiring your body from his position on your mattress. He's snapped out of his daze when black fabric comes flying at him, but he catches it before it can smack him in the face. "Thanks, babe, you're so kind."
He switches his work clothes for your old ones, the big shirt nearly swallowing his scrawny torso comfortably. "Alright, I want snacks, come on." You gesture for him to follow you back out to the kitchen where the array of snacks was waiting for the two of you on the counter. There were numerous kinds of chocolate, and Dazai had grabbed a couple bags of gummies for himself. There were a few more bags of chips for variety, and you scooped everything up in your arms to bring to the living room. You dropped them all on the coffee table and grabbed the remote. "Alright, what movie are we feeling?" You ask, turning to the brunette man. "Uhhhhh, how about an action movie. Somethin' that looks exciting." He says, slinging his arm over your shoulder while he munches on sour gummy worms. Eventually, the two of you decide on a Godzilla movie, slumped against the couch with chocolate residue on the tips of your fingers from your candies. Dazai let out a long sigh as the movie came to a close, leaning into you and resting his head on your shoulder.
You ran your fingers through Dazais messy and slightly greasy hair, scratching his scalp and listening to his pleased, quiet hum. "Are you falling asleep or are you up for another movie?" You ask him, watching the credits roll on the TV. "I'm up for another movie, I just think I might be having a sugar crash." He says, groaning as he sits back up. You nod and grab the remote again, browsing through all the film options. Every now and again, your eyes involuntarily flickered over to your boyfriend, and you couldnt help but smile. He looked really cute in your shirt, and it almost made you wanna treat the movie like chopped liver and cuddle up to him.
"You look really cute." You say, playing whatever movie you absent-mindedly started in your daze. "Oh, I know, right?" He grins running his hand over his body. "As a matter of fact, I've never felt sexier." He teases, moving his eyebrows up and down with a smirk. You can't help but laugh at him. "Let's get you on a playboy cover." Before you know it, he's standing up in front of the TV. "Scrap the movie, you have me for entertainment instead." He puts his hands on his hips and strikes a pose, making you laugh some more. "You want some attention? I mean, I guess since you asked so politely." You stand up with an eye roll and pull him in, kissing him and running a hand down his side. He keeps one hand on your chin, tilting your head to meet his lips, sighing quietly each time your lips part for a quick moment. Soon, you both need more air then small gasps and have to pull away. He smiles and messes with the fabric of your own shirt. "How about we ditch this mess for now and go to bed, yeah? We can continue comfortably there?" He offers, You glance back over at the piles of snacks, opened or not, scattered acrossed the floor. Normally you'd make him help you clean up before doing anything else, but tonight you really couldn't be bothered and just wanted to follow Dazai wherever he'd take you. "Alright, let's go."
Chuuya Nakahara ★
• Everyone knows that Chuuya adores his hat, but not everyone knows he's got a decently sized collection of fancy hats on top of his closet. One day while rummaging around and trying to find one of Chuuyas button downs for him, you notice them all on the top rack.
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"Chuuya, you didn't tell me you had so many hats!" You called out to him, standing back and staring at them all. Chuuya was currently in the bathroom, shaving his peach fuzz to keep his smooth face. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I've got a ton." He calls back, washing the shaving cream off of his skin. "They're pretty..can I try some of 'em on?" You ask, reaching to grab the one on the top of the stack. "Go ahead." He walks out of the bathroom with his towel around his waist, leaning against the doorframe to watch the little fashion show you were about to put on. The first one you grabbed was adorned with flowers of various colors. You placed it on your head and turned around, posing with your hands on your hips.
"What do you think? Vogue worthy?" You ask him. He smiles at you and nods, his arms crossed over his chest. "One hundred percent, that's peak fashion." He says genuinely, standing up straight and walking over to the closet. He reaches up and grabs another hat for you to try, switching it out for the flowers one. This one is a dark, reddish brown color. "This one's cute too." You giggle and head over to the bathroom to see for yourself. "Ooo, I'm not sure this kinda hat is necessarily for me." You giggle. "What do you mean? It looks great on you!" He says, following you in and hugging you from behind. "You only say that because they're your hats." You say, grinning.
"I mean, I guess not everyone is destined to look good in them like me." He says, squeezing your hip. "I gotta actually get ready for work now, I'm probably runnin' late." He says, turning around and dropping his towel. He tossed it into the hamper before getting dressed in his usual attire, spotting the button down that you had forgotten about in favor of his hat collection. "Okayyyy." You yawn, stretching your arms over your head and treading through the bedroom to start your own morning routine. You didn't have to leave for another hour, but Chuuya had to get to work within the next 30 minutes. After brushing your teeth, you notice Chuuya searching the bedroom for his usual hat.
"The nightstand." You point out to him. He sees it and lets out a sigh of relief, grabbing it and plopping it on his head. "Thanks, doll. I gotta get going' now, but I'll see ya tonight, okay?" He says, pulling you in by your waist for his daily goodbye kiss. "Yeah, got it." You smile before kissing him sweetly for a quick moment before he backs away. "Alright, I love you, see ya later." He playfully smacks your ass before letting go of you and heading out to the door. "Bye Chuuya, I love you, I'll see you later!" Once you heard him leave, you smiled to yourself and headed right back to the closet. You didn't necessarily have to get dressed just yet, so that gave you some time to try on a couple more hats on your own.
Fyodor Dostoevsky ★
• Fyodor doesn't mind letting you borrow his cape if you seem cold, or he'll simply wrap it around you and pull you into his side. He prefers the latter, considering it doesn't take much for him to get chilly.
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Fyodor held your gloved hand in his as you both walked down the snowy streets of Yokohama. It was the winter solstice and you both decided to take a walk down one of the most popular roads and do some window shopping. By the end of the evening, the hand that wasn't occupied with holding Fyodors held a warm cup of hot chocolate that you sipped on periodically. "Have you enjoyed yourself tonight, Myshka?" He asks you, adjusting his ushanka and gazing up at the sky, noticing some snow start to fall. "I did. Thanks for coming with me, I know you have a lot of stuff to do." You respond, bringing the cup to your lips for another sip. He waves his hand dismissively. "That doesn't mean I can't accompany you." His thumb rubs over your knuckles as snow starts landing on his hat and your head, the street lamps illuminating the darkness with a tangerine-colored glow. You nod at his words, leaning into his shoulder and shivering.
"It's so cold, Fedya." You say, your head on his shoulder and your hand squeezing his tightly. He lets go in order to put his arm around your waist, pulling his long cape over your shoulder. "I know, the walk home isn't much further, don't worry." You smile and hold onto the old, worn material to keep it in place. "You're right, thanks." You say, feeling butterflies in your stomach. It never mattered how long you and Fyodor had been together, every affectionate action made you feel like you had just got together. He held you close with his cape still shielding you from the cold and adding a layer of warmth to your jacket. He would peer over at you every now and again, laughing under his breath at all the snow that was getting into your hair. "What's so funny?" You ask him, a smile spread acrossed your face. "You've got a whole bunch of snow on your head." He tells you. "It looks like dandruff."
You roll your eyes and yank the ushanka off of his head, placing it on yours instead. "There, now you won't have to look at it." You hold the fluffy hat on top of your head and try to prevent him from taking it back when he tugs on it. "No, you can get your own, my ears are cold." He says with a smile, eventually pulling it back into his own possession and patting it off. "I will say though, you look better in my hat than Dazai did." You give a proud smirk and rest your head on his shoulder. "I'd hope you'd think so." Your street comes into view and you pull him along as you speed up, wanting to get into the warm, cozy house as soon as possible. "I know running isn't exactly your thing but pick up the pace a little, I wanna get under the covers and cuddle." You tell him, getting closer to home with each passing second.
He picks up speed for you and listens to the sound of your feet hitting the pavement. It's not long before you've pulled him all the way home and you're unlocking the door, nearly spilling inside to get into the warm living room. Fyodor follows suit, unlacing his shoes and hanging up his cape and ushanka. You wait for him in the open doorway that connects the living room and the hallway, ready to curl up in bed away from the harsh cold. "Alright, I'm coming." He says, treading through the hall with you and opening the bedroom door. His hand rested on your lower back as you both walked to the comfortable mattress, crawling under the covers and pulling each other close. "Your cape is really warm and comfortable. You should wrap me in it more often." You say, scooching closer to him and letting his arm drape over your waist.
"Hmm, I guess that wouldn't hurt. You really like it?" He peers down at you, his head propped up on his fist. "Yeah, I might have to steal it, actually." You say seriously, making him click his tongue. "You're welcome to steal it if I'm not wearing it." He says, chewing on the inside of his cheek habitually. "Then expect it to be off the hanger more often then not." He smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead, laying his head down on the pillow. "Okay, that's fine, but right now you have me and the blanket to keep you warm." He murmurs, closing his eyes. "Well you're not contributing to that as much as the blanket, but whatever you say." You kiss his cheek and brush his bangs out of his face. "G'night Fedya, I love you." You say, resting your head on his chest, ready for sleep. "I love you too, y/n, sleep well."
Nikolai Gogol ★
• You always loved Nikolais outfit and couldn't help but wanna put it in one day. You were sure he wouldn't mind, after all, sharing attire was nothing foreign to your relationship.
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It started with you trying on his blouse for fun, but then you decided the blouse wasn't complete without the vest, pants, gloves, collar, shoes, or hat. Everything fit you a little differently than it fit Nikolai, but it didn't matter, because when you walked over to the nearest reflective surface, you found yourself cute, and you almost couldn't wait for Nikolai to get out of the shower to show him. You just needed one more thing, his cape. You ran out to the coat rack by the door and swung it behind you and then over your shoulders excitedly, grabbing it by the edges and moving it around. You felt really fancy with his cape, swaying your body just to feel the fabric move with you. As a matter of fact, you were so caught up in how good the cape made you feel that you didn't even realize the bathroom door open.
"Oh, wow, dove! My outfit looks so good on you! I've never noticed how much the red gloves pop until now." You turned around so fast, as if you were sitting in silence and all of a sudden a full file cabinet tipped over and crashed onto a linoleum floor. "Wah-! When'd you get out? I mean, thank you, but you scared me!" You say with a nervous laugh. "I thought it looked cute." You murmur, starting to pull off the gloves, but he stops you. "Hey, wait, you should stay in it for a moment, I'm not done admiring you yet!" He tells you, walking over and grabbing your hands gently. He leans in to kiss you, his smile palpable on his lips. You hand falls on his shoulder, rubbing it up and down affectionately before pulling away. "You really like it that much, huh?"
He nods. "Ofcourse! Oh, I'd love to show everyone how wonderful you look. Would you let me?" He asks, squeezing your hands tightly. "Sure, Kolya, go ahead." He quickly skitters off to fetch his cellphone, returning with the camera app already open. "Pose." He says, watching you place your hands on your waist and cock your hip a little bit. "Ah, gorgeous." He says, spamming the capture button. "Okay, I think that's enough." He says, his cheeks a bit pinker than before. He tossed his phone onto one of the side tables and embraced you once again, resting his head on top of yours. "Come on, y/n, I'd like to see you in my whole wardrobe now!" He says excitedly, pulling you along back to the bedroom. You don't necessarily know what you ignited in him, but it was certainly something, and now you were preparing yourself for a god-knows-how-long fashion show for your boyfriend. Not that you really minded, ofcourse.
A/n; another post that was supposed to have sigma and then didn't have sigma because I wanted to watch Jersey shore instead of write. ALSO I WENT TO THE DENTIST YESTERDAY terrible experience I cried but don't tell anyone I said that
