good boys that you just can’t help riding till they cry ♡ moaning, writhing and mewling under you as you drop your weight on him, the loud slapping of skin resounding in the room along with his voice and your amused chuckles. He’s cummed so many times he doesn’t know what’s going on anymore, delirious and spit bubbling from his mouth, rolled eyes, all he can pick up is the sparks of pleasure going up his body. His dick is a angry dark pink, your tight hole milking him so much he’s about to go dry. But it’s not any time soon. Because no matter how overstimulated, how much he cries, he is definitely not done anytime soon, the amount of cum he just spurt out is proof of that.
🐇- armin, chuuya, dazai, atsushi, ranpo, poe, angel devil, choso, gojo, grim/casper (adwd), jinshi, izuku (adult), tomioka, rengoku, MAYBE MAYBEEEE katsuki (adult and after fighting to convince him), amajiki, kaneki, reigen, kurapika, shinichiro, link (tloz), sebastian (stardew)
authors note: hi guys! Thank u for 300 followers and I’m sorry for not writing for so long. if u guys have other character suggestions please let me know! I don’t think these characters are solely subs but are willing to sub, I will write again soon! Also this isn’t edited I will edit any grammar mistakes soon :)
special thanks to my friend for helping me choose the characters 🫶
• Dazai doesn't just cuddle. He tries to merge souls with you. He will drape every single limb over you until you are pinned to the sofa
• He won't stay silent. He’ll whisper dramatic nonsense into your ear or hum a little tune, feeling the vibration of your laugh against his chest
• His fingers are never still. He will mindlessly twist strands of your hair around his fingers, occasionally tugging gently to get your attention
• Every few minutes, he’ll tilt your chin up just to make sure you’re still looking at him. He has a deep-seated fear of people disappearing when he isn't looking
• He’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck and just inhale. He says you smell like home (or something equally cheesy that makes you roll your eyes)
• This man has chronically cold feet. He will slide them under your legs to warm them up, ignoring your indignant shrieks
• Once he’s comfortable, you aren't allowed to leave. If you try to get up for water, he’ll pout and whine like the world is ending until you sit back down
CHUUYA NAKAHARA
• Chuuya is like a human space heater. Being near him feels like sitting by a fireplace. He’s all intense body heat
• He doesn't do "loose" cuddles. He holds you like someone might try to steal you at any second—one arm locked firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against him
• Chuuya isn't big on flowery words, so he shows affection through physical nuzzling. He’ll press his forehead against yours or rub his nose against your temple
• He usually keeps the gloves on out of habit, but if it’s a particularly long session, he’ll peel them off. Feeling his bare hands as he strokes your arm is a top-tier experience
• Sometimes he’ll act like you’re bothering him at first ("Tch, I’ve got work to do..."), but within seconds, he’s melted into the cushions with a long, contented sigh
• If you fall asleep, he’ll wrap his coat around you and stay awake just to watch the door. He’s the ultimate bodyguard-boyfriend
RYŪNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA
• Akutagawa will never show affection in public. But behind closed doors? He is surprisingly needy (only if he trusts you so it probably took you like 2 years or something. there's absolutely no way you get him to open up fast, he's way too traumatized). He approaches cuddling with the same intensity he approaches combat
• Sometimes, he’ll use his ability to bring a corner of his coat over the two of you like an extra blanket. It’s weirdly soft when it’s not trying to slice people
• He's extremely shy. He’ll hide his face in your shoulder or chest so you can’t see the bright red blush creeping up to his ears
• He’s inexperienced with intimacy, warmth, cuddling, kissing, and any type of affection in general, so he’ll constantly glance at you with wide, uncertain eyes to see if he’s doing it right
• Instead of holding your hand, he might just tightly grip the hem of your shirt. It’s his way of making sure you stay close
• Once he finds a comfortable spot, he becomes a statue. He’s terrified that if he moves, the moment will end
RANPO EDOGAWA
• Ranpo doesn't cuddle you, you cuddle him. He will immediately flop his head into your lap and demand that you pet his hair while he eats snacks
• Be warned—there will be snack crumbs. He’ll try to feed you half-melted chocolate or ramune candy while you’re trying to be all romantic and stuff
• He’ll brag about his latest case, but his voice gets softer and sleepier the more you scratch his scalp
• He needs constant physical contact to feel grounded. He’ll also take his hat off and put it on your head
• He talks A LOT. He’ll tell you about how everyone else at the Agency is annoying him until he eventually runs out of steam and falls asleep mid-sentence
• He is a notorious blanket hog. He’ll roll himself into a burrito, and you’ll have to fight your way into the cocoon with him
• He gets a very smug look on his face when you initiate the cuddle. He knew you were going to do it (he’s the best detective EVER, after all)
MICHIZŌ TACHIHARA
• He starts off "cool," just leaning his shoulder against yours while you watch TV, but give him ten minutes and he’s practically in your lap
• He’s a nervous cuddler. He’ll fiddle with the hem of his jacket until you take his hand to calm him down
• He might squeeze you a little too hard, then panic and apologize
• He has a natural instinct to rub your back. His hands are strong, and he’s actually really good at finding the knots in your shoulders
• He likes the "legs intertwined, facing each other" position. He likes to look at you, even if it makes him blush so hard his nose bandage almost pops off
• He claims that if you ever tell the Black Lizards or anyone else that he’s a softie, he’ll kill you (that's obviously not true, he’s a goner for you)
• He likes to put one arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side so your head rests on his chest. He likes hearing his own heart racing because of you
• He’ll wait until he thinks you’re not paying attention to press a quick, rough kiss to the top of your head
╰┈➤ ･₊˚ʚ 𝚂𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 : heated make out session in his office that's it
╰┈➤ ･₊˚ʚ 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜 : fondling, hickeys, semi-rough make out session, semi-public sex, implied fem! reader, getting caught, use of pet names ( doll ), not beta read
╰┈➤ ･₊˚ʚ 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : smut
You were currently in his office, straddled on top of his lap—back faced against his desk with your blouse halfway undone and bra pulled down. His mouth pressed against yours, tongue exploring the insides of your mouth. His hand was caressing your cheek while the other is stroking your thighs back and forth. Your arms wrapped around his neck, both hands tugging at the back of his head. You tried saying his name, yet all that came out were muffled moans.
He pulled away—breathless, his cheeks flushed a rosey pink tint. After regaining his breath, he switched to nibbling on your neck—one of his hands fondling your breast. The pleasure felt undeniably marvelous, making you whimper even louder than before. “mngh— h-harder...” you pleaded, saliva drooling out. And so he did. Biting down hard on your skin, leaving dark purple bruises all over your neck. He stopped for a moment to take a good look at you,“Look at you doll, all messed up— just for me.” He gazed at you with awe, admiring the art work of the mess he made.
He shifted his attention to your chest and quickly shoved the unattended one onto his mouth—licking your sensitive nipples as he pinched the other with his hand. Causing you to moan out his name—hands gripped tightly around his hair as he continued playing with your chest. Just as his other hand makes way underneath your skirt—someone barged in the room, looking at the scene before them, they quickly apologized for interrupting and closed the door shut—muttering apologies as they went down the staircase.
“Well that's one way of turning down the mood,” He broke the silence first. “So... Do you still wanna have that round 2?”
╰┈➤ ･₊˚ʚ 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 : I rushed while writing ts so mb... (The entirety of the time I was writing this I was thinking about ayatsuji)
synopsis.: nicknames... such a cute way of showing affection—bsd characters reacting to you calling them a nickname for the first time ♡
ft.: dazai, chuuya, ranpo, atsushi x gn!reader (seperately)
cw.: sfw, fluff, crack, drabbles, nicknames used: ‘samu, chuu, ranran, atsu / ‘sushi (i couldn’t help myself with atsushi), in dazai’s part a slightly more feminine nickname is used for reader (⇢ belladonna / bella), suggestive themes, in atsushi’s part it’s implied that reader has hair long enough to braid
word count.: 2.9k words in total
۶ৎ note.: soo, dazai calling everyone and everything belladonna is kind of canon, and i totally love that, but that got me thinking how the bsd men would react to reader calling them a nickname so i shall serve! also, what do we think of the new-ish layout? hihi. if you like this, you may want to check out PART TWO which includes poe, akutagawa, tachihara, and fyodor
dazai.:
it feels strange hearing you call him “osamu,” let alone “‘samu”—a nickname you’ve been using behind closed doors more often than not. it makes him feel strangely attuned to you whenever you call him that, and in those moments his attention is solely on you.
perhaps it’s because he’s never let anyone get this close before, not close enough to call him by his given name. he actually prefers people use his last name.
it feels less intimate, less real, and keeps emotional distance. and we all know dazai osamu loves being emotionally unavailable and not letting anyone dip too deep into his mind.
he himself calls you many names. there are the typical ones, of course—love, dear, sweetheart—and his personal favorite, belladonna. then there are his ridiculous, over-the-top ones, like “beloved corpse-to-be” (since he still dreams of that double suicide with you and must keep his dramatic flair), or his sweet little “sugarplum” if he feels extra affectionate.
believe or not, but sometimes you give him that cuteness aggression, even if he would never admit it. he simply deals with it by being overbearingly clingy and humorous, even if his sense of humor is... peculiar.
he still remembers the first time you used his given name, back when the two were ever so painfully getting closer in your relationship. your voice was soft that evening, and you felt a little reluctant to call him “osamu” for the first time.
if only you knew how his heart skipped a beat at that time—how badly he wanted to ask you to say it again, to bless his ears once more with the warmth and gentleness of your tone. but of course he disguised his initial reaction with a lighthearted response: “ara, ara, is that what you’re calling me now, bella? how scandalous~”
it still feels odd to him, hearing his name being spoken and laced with so many emotions: love, frustration, concern, neediness. he loves it every single time, and he could listen to you say it for hours. maybe it’s a bit indulgent, self-serving even, but he doesn’t necessarily care.
besides, you seem to like calling him by his first name or nickname rather than his last name, given how many times it accidentally slips out at work.
though he doesn’t mind at all, and quite frankly, no one at the agency really does either. it’s a place of chaos and strange wonders, so nobody bats an eye at what you call each other.
to him, it’s more of a sign of how comfortable you are, forgetting where you are and who’s watching in the first place. it warms his chest.
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“you okay, ‘samu? you’ve been unusually quiet.” you mumble, gently stroking his hair while his head rests on your chest.
he looks up at you, his heart fluttering once again at the nickname. he actually wonders if he could ever get used to it.
“why, i’m quite alright, my dear~ can’t a man dwell in silence and listen to his lover’s heartbeat once in a while? how am i supposed to hear it when i keep talking?” he says, his voice smooth and steady as ever.
“that is, unless you like hearing me talk? in that case, how about we talk about the new suicide method i thought of. it involves you and your soft, squishy thighs–”
you pull on his hair, causing him to shut up real quick and let out a whine that may or may not sound somewhat indecent.
“bad dog.” you say, and dazai only gasps as he feigns offense, leaning in closer.
“bad dog? how dare you call me such a simple-minded, voracious, filthy beast? i’m so much more intelligent and well-behaved than a stinky mutt!” he says dramatically, pouting ever so slightly.
you giggle at that, feeling just a tiny bit bad. not for him obviously, but rather for the poor dogs he insulted. “i’ll never understand why you hate dogs so much.”
dazai only looks at you, his expression softening at your laugh. he doesn’t really want to answer, so he settles for attacking you with kisses instead.
“simple, they’re sloppy. but i suppose if i’m a dog to you, i may as well act like one too, right?” he teases, his kisses wet and more like he’s licking you, which feels ticklish.
you squeak out in fake disgust, laughing and trying to tilt your head away. “gahh, osamu, stop! that tickles! bad dog, very bad dog!”
eventually, dazai stops and pulls away, giving you room to catch your breath after laughing so much. god, he loves hearing you laugh.
chuuya.:
when you first called chuuya “chuu,” cooing the nickname right into his ear at work, the man was utterly perplexed, confused and embarrassed all at once.
he’s a man of authority at work, and having you rile him up so easily with just a single word, no matter how cute and innocent, is really bad for his ego.
but despite everything, and even while already plotting how to get back at you, he can’t deny that it sounds extremely sweet rolling from your lips.
it gives him a sense of normalcy he’s never known in his messed-up life. how could he, when he literally grew up as a lab rat, got stabbed in the back more times than he can count, and now works in the mafia? and he’s actually decent at his job, too.
no person who’s good at killing will ever feel remotely close to normal or human. no, more often than not he feels empty, like he’s not living but merely existing to serve.
when you enter the picture, however, his perspective changes. he feels happier waking up now, less miserable and more fulfilled. he loves that you provide a stability in his life he so desperately yearned for. after all, the only stable thing he could rely on back then left him, betrayed him. and blowed up his car for no fucking reason at all.
and while chuuya is utterly scared that you’ll betray him too, that you’ll leave him like everyone else did, these small domestic moments silence his doubts.
they remind him that you’re not like the others, that you love him, unconditionally and irrevocably, and he clings so desperately to that feeling. because your love is one of the few things in his life that makes him feel truly human—wanted instead of needed.
it’s such an ordinary thing for couples to do, giving each other nicknames. while he calls you things like darling, sweets, or doll, too, knowing you came up with something personal—even if it’s just a shorter version of his name—makes him feel cozy and warm.
the thought that you even cared enough to come up with something, that it’s specifically meant to tease him and make him feel something, means more to him than you could possibly imagine.
however, just because he’s softening over a nickname doesn’t mean he’ll let you off the hook. if you want to play, he’ll play dirtier. he’ll tease you with names he’d only use in the bedroom, or touch you where he knows it will leave you wanting more.
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“ahh, you’re so damn cute, chuu~ look at you, so focused on such trivial work,” you tease him, sitting on his lap in his office and pinching his cheeks playfully. “my pretty man.”
chuuya only raises a brow, averting his gaze from the file he’s reading and now staring at you. a small smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth.
“heh, cute? is that really all you can come up with to annoy me?” he says, drumming his finger gently over your hip with the hand that’s steadying you.
“oh no, i didn’t mean to annoy you… is my pretty little executive upset i called him cute?” you say in a higher pitch, cupping his cheeks and smiling in amusement.
now you’ve got his full attention. he knows exactly what you’re doing—calling him little when you know how insecure he is about his height.
still, he keeps his emotions surprisingly well in check. though maybe it’s only because he refuses to give you the satisfaction of a reaction when you’re being such a brat. at the same time he can’t let you get away with it so easily either.
“call me little again, i dare you,” chuuya warns, though his voice sounds anything but threatening.
“my little chuu-chuu,” you mumble, a challenging glint in your eyes.
“you’re being bratty on purpose, aren’t you, doll? want me to correct this behavior so badly, hm? well, that can certainly be arranged.” he whispers against your ear, his grip on your hips tightening.
a small shiver runs down your spine at his words and your cheeks grow hotter. this is what you wanted, after all. you love riling him up so much, don’t you? not that he minds. this gives him a reason to be extra rough with you tonight.
“gonna wipe that stupid grin off your face. just you wait until we get home.”
ranpo.:
ranpo is so used to people respecting him, taking him seriously, and using honorifics that compliment him on how intelligent he is.
after all, his ability to deduce the truth or predict an outcome from the smallest of clues is astounding—both to outsiders and to you.
so when you called him “ranran” for the first time, he took it as a challenge. your intentions were innocent enough, just a cute nickname you came up with and wanted to call him.
but who is he if he doesn’t feel just a little mocked by it, as if you weren’t taking him seriously?
to him, nicknames are endearing, yes, but also childish. he prefers the respect that comes with honorifics, the praise tucked neatly inside them. so why should he put up with such antics from you? because you two are together? hardly a reason. at least, that’s what he tells himself at first.
he doesn’t expect you to grovel at his feet (though, admittedly, the image is rather amusing), but he does hope you’d respect him.
truthfully though, the more often you call him by that nickname rather than his actual name, and the way your voice grows softer, more playful when you say it, the less it actually bothers him.
in fact, it starts to feel genuine. adorable, even. and ranpo loves seeing you happy. it makes his heart swell in a way he doesn’t quite know how to deal with.
maybe being seen as just ranpo, your ranpo, the love of your life—hopefully—is sometimes more pleasant than being treated like the world’s greatest detective.
obviously, he’d never admit that. so he keeps up the dramatic act, because letting you know how much it gets to him would be far too vulnerable.
but being with him for some time now, you can read him more easily than he’d like to admit. much to his demise, you realize way sooner than he’d prefer that he actually loves it.
perhaps he shouldn’t let you hang around dazai so much. that man keeps teaching you how to read lies through body language. and now, that’s something even ranpo can’t hide. much to his annoyance.
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“soo, how’s my sweet ranran doing?” you ask, plopping yourself over his shoulders and chair at the agency.
it’s a busy day, but you finally have some free time. and what better way to spend it than by annoying– uh, spending time with your ever-so-loving boyfriend?
ranpo, who’s been munching on some snacks, leans his head back and looks up at your face, trying to hide the small smile tugging at his lips with a mild pout.
“don’t call me that,” he says, but you only laugh, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
“you know you love it, don’t act like you don’t~” you tease, sitting down in the chair next to him. you rest your head on your hand, elbow on the table, gazing at him while stealing one of his strawberry pocky.
usually he’s the one stealing snacks from others and never lets anyone take his sweets, but as long as it’s you, he allows it.
“you know you’re gonna have to replace that,” he says, watching you eat the pocky with a small hint of amusement.
“aww, is ranran sad his sweets are getting eaten? how ever can i make my darling forgive me?” you muse, playing into his shenanigans.
“well, for one you could go buy me more sweets. but i happen to accept kisses as payment as well,” ranpo says, leaning his upper body ever so slightly closer.
you roll your eyes playfully but eventually comply with his demand, kissing him tenderly.
he smiles at that and holds you in place as you try to pull away, enjoying the warmth radiating from you.
“is the nickname really that bad?” you ask, amused.
“hmm… let’s just say it’s not the worst thing your pretty little mind has come up with.”
atsushi.:
atsushi is used to nicknames, most commonly known under his nemesis’ own: weretiger. though, it isn’t really an intimate one.
he’s quite certain akutagawa only calls him that to mock him, to reduce his worth as a human being by not even acknowledging him as one.
and while he doesn’t mind all that much—since it’s one of the few things that doesn’t sting so horribly, considering what else he was called during his time at the orphanage—nothing could have prepared him for the nickname you decided was his the moment you started dating.
yes, you didn’t even wait until the two of you were settled before addressing him with it. ever since you met atsushi, the name lingered on your tongue, aching to be spoken out loud.
though, he knew long before you first called him “‘sushi” that this would be his nickname, because he saw that you had already saved his contact under that name.
he wasn’t prying, god no. he was just helping you find your phone by calling it. it’s not his fault he was the one who found it first and happened to sneak a peek at the display.
but in all honesty, he didn’t think much of it at the time. after all, his first priority back then was bringing your phone back to you.
it didn’t cross his mind again until much later, when you two finally got together and you called him that sweet, adorable name out loud. and it didn’t help that you said it so casually, so absent-mindedly, in such a soft voice that he practically melted.
he still melts at it even now. he tells himself he should be used to it by this point, but he simply can’t wrap his head around how cute you sound and look saying it, always beaming at the sight of him.
truly, he doesn’t think he’s ever felt more loved in his entire life than with you. and that nickname especially makes him feel cherished.
he doesn’t know exactly why. maybe it’s because it’s from you, specifically. or maybe it’s just the fact that it reminds him he’s grown into someone who can be loved, someone who isn’t useless or worthless
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“you know, every time i call you ‘sushi i actually want to eat sushi. maybe atsu is a better nickname,” you mumble, sitting cross-legged while waiting for atsushi to finish braiding your hair.
he loves braiding your hair in the evening before bed. it’s comforting, and a nice way to spend a little more time together before actually falling asleep.
“ah, i’m sorry…?” he says, not entirely sure how to respond. after all, he didn’t choose his own name. though he’s not sure he’d change it even if he had the chance.
“mhm, don’t be. maybe i just need another nickname for you, one that doesn’t make me hungry,” you say, dismissing his apology quickly—you don’t want him to feel bad about his name too.
he’s far too precious to you for that. and you’d never want him to feel more like a burden than he already does.
“what about atsu? would you like that?” you ask, leaning back against his chest as he finishes braiding your hair.
atsushi wraps his arms around you, adjusting you so you’re leaning more comfortably against him.
“hm… i don’t hate it. but you don’t have to change the nickname. we could also just keep some sushi in the fridge to deal with your cravings,” atsushi says.
“ah, and with what money are we going to afford that? besides, sushi tastes best when it’s fresh. nice idea though.” you mumble, closing your eyes as sleepiness begins to wash over you.
“i’ll just stick to ‘sushi. i don’t think i’d be able to erase it from my memory anyway. i’ve had you saved like that in my contacts since forever,” you say, smiling proudly.
“yeah, i know,” atsushi says with a soft chuckle. you open your eyes and look at him, not having expected that.
“how come?” you ask, your curiosity piqued.
“w-well, i saw it when i was helping you search for your phone, and my name popped up on the display since i was the one calling you. it wasn’t on purpose…”
“mhm. you sure you didn’t snoop around?” you tease him, smiling lightly.
“of course! i would never go through your stuff, love,” he insists, emphasizing his words so you’ll believe him.
“i was just teasing, ‘sushi. don’t worry, i know you’d never do that,” you say, pulling his face down to press a quick kiss against his lips, which he gladly returns.
۶ৎ note.: i could go on and on about this! having someone create their own nickame just for you or simply calling you by your first name is so dear to me. personalized nicknames over universal nicknames any day !! also, i decided to end my hiatus a day early because i miss writing sm. and just a small last thing, i’ve been getting requests during my hiatus. while i don’t mind that, please keep in mind that in the future my breaks might be longer and that i won’t write them until after my hiatus. hope you guys can understand and respect that! ♡
╰› warnings ♯ fem reader, swearing, might be ooc, established relationships, character death, grief, mourning, loss of a loved one, one-sided conversation, heavy angst, no comfort ⋆˚࿔
them texting their deceased lover
ahh i'm so slumped! But I'm glad I'm able to at least post this amidst my responsibilities as a student :DD, it's like 2 am rn and I'm pushing through ok?? Exams are literally next week so this might be my last post for a longg while, so sorry :(( Anyways, enjoy this angst smau! Tell me if i've done them justice hihi. based on this req.
Tw: implied self harm, mention of suicide, scars, mention of abuse, mention of wanting to kill the reader.
I might write write more of these for some other characters if I get inspired but for now I just wrote my favorite characters. Also here are the translations for Nikolai and Fyodors parts голуб (dove) and дорогая (darling) mind you I don't speak anything other then English so these might not be fully correct.
Dazai Osamu
The moment you really knew Dazai trusted you was when he let you see him with out his bandages, it was such a simple thing, at least to most people it was but with Dazai he wears them like a shield one that hides his ugly past from people and covers up things he'd rather not mention. Dazai knows his skin isn't a very pretty sight, what lied under those bandages wasn't some porcelain skin that he'd rather not show, no it was a matted mess of scars. He really did trust you he trusted you so much he let you see under the shield he keeps between him and other people, he let you run your fingers over his jagged skin, he let you kiss he's wrist that's were littered with scars from the abuse he endured and himself. His skin really was a testament to the abuse he endured and how much he truly wanted to die, it was the ugly real side of it that he always played off with others with laughter or being loud but in the quiet of the little apartment you shared you could see how much all those attempts really effected him all the pain that was left on his skin and that's part of the reason he let you see it, part of the reason he let his walls down for you because to him you deserve to see even the ugliest parts of him the parts the spoke of his pain, the parts he couldn't just play off with a joke or a laugh, he let you see the ugly parts the cold truth of who he was and the things he's done in this life because to him you were the only thing that made this world worth living in, you were who he went to bed to every evening and who made him want to get up in the morning, even if it was just to stare at you sleeping.
I gently unwrapped Dazai's bandages as he sat crisscross on the futon we shared at night, he grabbed my wrist before I could reveal the first part of his skin, he spoke gently. "Are you sure you really want to see" "Yes Osamu I want to see, I love every part of you no matter what" He took a second before letting go of my wrist as he sighed, I finally got them off enough to seeing the first pick of skin, the flesh under the bandages was covered in scars, they seemed to litter every part of his skin. I removed the rest of his bandages slowly before gently running my fingers over a large scar on his shoulder. "I know their ugly" I looked at Dazai when he spoke those words I'd never seen him look so worried about someone's opinion, I cupped his face "their not ugly, they could never be ugly because their apart of you and I love every thing about you even if you dont" He looked at me like he never expected such kindness in his life, like he thought he didn't deserve it. "You're perfect Osamu inside and out" I moved my hand from his face going back to looking over his scars, my heart ached at the thought of all the pain he went through in his life, he cupped my face, tilting my head up so I was looking at his face and not his chest. "I don't deserve you Belladonna" I put my hand on top of his leaning into it, I looked at him before gently placing a kiss on his scarred wrist. "Yes you do Osamu"
Nakahara Chuuya
The moments Chuuya shows how much he trusts you are quite, there things you wouldn't even notice at first, a simply ungloved hand in yours, a story about a family he knows you'll never get to meet, even something as simple as letting you know what's happening at his job there all such simple things, things that to any other person were normal something you'd tell anyone not something you hold close to your chest and protect but that's the thing Chuuya wasn't normal and those quiet moments with you were he got to acted like he was meant the world to him. He loved sharing stories about the people he holds dear with you he knows you'll never get to meet them but they mean so much to him that he wants you to know about them, he trusted you enough to see the fragile part of him that misses them. He loves running his hands over your skin he loves to feel his hands touch against you when he doesn't have gloves on, he loves the fact that when he's with you and you alone just the two of you in your home that he doesn't feel a need to wear them, he doesn't need them to ground him when his with you, he never feels like he's losing himself when his with you. He enjoyed getting to just set down with you after a long day at work and just tell you about all the things that irritated him as he gently ran his fingers over your skin, it was a mindless action that brought Chuuya more peace then he'd ever be able to describe because with Chuuya his trust wasn't some loud declaration, it wasn't something most people would think really spoke to his trust of you like the fact he let's you use his credit card as much as you want, no it was quiet it was the softest parts of himself, it was so quiet and gentle that you couldn't even tell when he started trusting you so much because Chuuya's trust wasn't in the big things it was in the little things he didn't let people see.
I was on the couch with Chuuya he was setting up while I was laying down with my head in his lap, his fingers were gently running up and down one of my arms the gentle warmth of his skin getting left where ever they touched, our home was quiet for the most part the only sound breaking that quiet was Chuuya talking about his day, he was ranting about something one of his subordinates did and despite his irritated tone his hands were light as a feather against me, he was always so gentle with me it was unexpected from a mafia executive but somehow in these moments it suited him so well, I hummed along letting him know I was still listening, I loved moments like this and I knew Chuuya did to moments where it was just us, moments when Chuuya just shared his life with me, it could be anything it didn't even have to be important just knowing Chuuya was willing to let his walls down with me was enough. I noticed he stopped talking, I opened my eyes looking up at him from my spot on his lap. "Is something wrong?" He smiled at me bringing his hand that wasn't stroking my arm up to my face, he gently ran one of his knuckles over my cheek. "Just admiring you" I smiled at him "Well can you keep taking while you do it? I like hearing about your day" His smile seemed to get brighter at my words, he loved having someone to share his life with, someone he trusted enough to tell ever aspect of it to. "Of course doll, anything for you"
Nikolai Gogol
How you know Nikolai trust you is odd to say the least, it isn't something normal and it wasn't sharing his views on the world and life no he'd do what with anyone if the let him talk long enough, no how you know Nikolai trust you is when he fully admitted to considering killing you. It was such a crazy thing for him to admit to anyone let alone someone he was dating but to Nikolai it really just showed how much he liked you because in Nikolai's mind all the trust and love he feels for you is a cage, a cage that he wonders if he could get out of if you were died, it was crazy something no one should think of, especially someone who self proclaimed himself sane, but maybe you also didn't have the right to consider yourself sane because you stayed even when the man you loved described different ways he thought of killing you like it was a hobby of his to come up with them. Still for all he talked about it he never laid a hand on you, never once had he actually gone through with it because even if Nikolai despised the cage his love and trust for you put him in, he had a feeling he'd hate the cage grief put him in more, so as much as he fantasized about killing you, about getting freedom from all that he feels for you, he doesn't because he knows that the pain it would cause him would be worse, he knows he couldn't go through with it no matter how much he wished to, he knows that especially well the nights he watches you sleep his fingers gently running over your neck as he thinks about how easy it would be to choke the life out of you, how easy it would be to be free of you and the feels you held him down with, but then his heart would clench at the mere thought of it so instead of choking the life out of you or snapping your neck with his bare hands he left little kisses on your neck enjoy how you looked in your sleep, because as much as Nikolai hated being in a cage he hated the idea of trading one cage for another just as much, guilt and grief would be just as much of a cage as he's love and trust for you were so he decided to stick to the cage he was already in because in this one he got to have his little dove trapped with him, but if the day ever came where you try to leave the cage, where you try to leave him, he would except the fact that the cage of grief would be his new home.
I was sleeping perfectly, well that was till I started to feel someone's fingers run over my neck, when I woke up from the feeling even in my sleepy state I could tell it was Nikolai, not only only because he's done this before but also because I recognized the gentle way he ran his fingers over my skin it was so soft the kind of softness that reminded me of a cat getting ready to pounce on a bird. Nikolai hummed quietly into the darkness of the room, I recognized the melody but I didn't know the words to it because it was a Ukrainian lullaby and whenever Nikolai singed it it was always in Ukrainian, he started quietly singing the lullaby as he ran his fingers over my neck, as the end of the song neared his hand gently wrapped around my throat, he didn't tighten it but he did start rubbed my neck with his thumb. When the song came to any end he spoke quietly "I could snap your throat голуб" I stayed still as he just sits in the quiet after saying that, he suddenly leaned down when he did he moved his hand that was covering most of my neck so he could started littering it in kisses. He muttered against my skin "I'm not going to kill you голуб no matter how much I want to" He kissed my jaw before lightly nibbling on my skin "I'd miss you too much" I knew he knew I was awake when he leaned into my ear whispering "you know that right голуб? You know I'd rather be stuck in this cage with you then in one all alone right голуб" He dragged out his last words clearly taunting me, I muttered into the darkness "I know Nikolai" I could hear his crazy little giggle next to my ear before he went back to covering my skin in kisses.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Fyodor wasn't one for trust, he lived his life with cold calculation not things as fragile as trust, trust could be swayed, it could be used against him and those weren't things Fyodor like, no Fyodor lived his life with facts and a purpose, he keep everything to himself only sharing as much as was necessary to get people to do what he wants, he was the only person he could trust so he kept all his plans to himself, that was until he meet you. Fyodor told you everything, he knew it was dumb, he knew it gave him a vulnerability one that people could exploit but he enjoyed when you asked questions about his plans, when you nodded along to a plan to complicated for you to actually understand. He knew that doing this could ruin all his plans, that by telling you everything he was putting faith in the very thing he knew could be so easy broken trust, he knew you could one day just decide that his plan was two cruel, that he really was the demon everyone saw him as, you could decide to take all the information he gave you and give it to anyone, you could ruin his plan in an instant if you choose to, he knew that but still he told you everything you were the one person he didn't make a back up plan for if he was betrayed you because he knew you wouldn't, he trusted you so much so that he was willing to leave the ability to ruin everything he's worked for in your hands. Fyodor loved the quite moments when he could just set with you having you lay against his chest as he tells you his plans, telling you about what he's dedicated his life to like it was a bedtime story that he told just for you, he loved watching you drift off to sleep as he talked, he loved sharing something so important to him with you because he knew you'd never betray him, Fyodor believes in two things, the cold hard truths of the world that reveal the sin he thinks needs to be cleansed and you.
We were laying on our bed my head was against Fyodor's chest as he talked about his latest plan and all the back up ones he came up with for if current scenarios happened, I was only haft listening because haft the time it just went over my head but when little bits stuck out to me that sounded interesting I did ask and Fyodor always happily answered. His hand rubbed my back gently, he spoke softly "Are you listening дорогая?" I him nodding against his chest "I'm listening" that was slightly a lie but haft listening counted, Fyodor just looked at me for a bit before saying "if I'm boring you дорогая with all this planing I can talk about something else" I looked up at him "no no keep talking about your plans I like to hear about what matters to you" He smiled before going back to speaking, I tried to stay awake while he talked but his voice was just so soothing, I slowly drifted off to sleep as he talked, he smiled down at me softly saying "Sleep well дорогая"
Edogawa Ranpo
You know Ranpo trusts you when he actually listens to your opinions, he actually takes the time to hear out what you think and when he disagrees he doesn't just call you a moron he actually takes the time to explain to you where your train of thought went wrong and how he came to his conclusion, Ranpo usually didn't take the effort to explain stuff that were so obvious to him but really wasn't to other people, but with you he actually wanted to explain it because you always looked so impressed in him and if there was one thing Ranpo loved it was praise especially if it came from someone who's opinion he actually valued. Ranpo loved hearing your theories on things even if they were wrong, because Ranpo loved seeing how your brain works, he wants to know everything about you especially how you think. He constantly asked your opinion, honestly he asked it so much people are suppressed you aren't sick of it, whether it be something he doesn't need help with like a case or something he really does like directions and his absolute favorite thing to ask about sweets, he loved getting your opinion on sweets whether it be which sweets you like more or which ones you think he'd like the most, when ever you recommend any type of sweet he made a point to try it because he respected your opinion a lot and if you thought he'd like it then his sure he would.
Me and Ranpo were walking back from one of his jobs, even with all the jobs I've went on with him I still couldn't believe how smart he was it always impressed me "you really amazing Ranpo" he smiled at me, Ranpo always did enjoy getting praised "I know" I chuckled not surprised about that answer from Ranpo "how about we get sweets to celebrate a good well done?" Ranpo looked at me smiling brighter. "Of course let's get sweets, what type of sweet do you think we should get?" It had become normal that when ever we got sweets together Ranpo would always ask me to pick I wasn't sure why he did it but it always made me happy seeing him enjoy something I recommend "There's this new bakery I went to the other day it was pretty good, how about we go see what they have?" He nodded "that sounds great! Lead the way" I started leading us to the bakery, even if I didn't realize the reason Ranpo always got me to choose was because he respected my opinion I still enjoyed showing him new places.
"If you think kissing at my neck is going to get you breakfast faster, it won't" you comment through a little fit of giggles.
Their arms are wrapped lazily around your waist. Rough lips pecking aling the surface of your smoother skin. The chill of the fall morning is nowhere to be felt thanks to their body heat. Truly, this is a perfect morning so far.
"I think my breakfast is right here." Their lips push down on your neck firmly. For a brief moment, you are sure felt teeth. "And you are far better than any food."
"Oh?" After living with them for so long, their morning flirts shouldn't get to you like this. Yet here you are already becoming a blushing mess as the kiss les move to your shoulders and grow more needy.
He was kinda surprised. He didn't expect 𝘺𝘰𝘶 out of all people to have something like this.
It was late at night. You had fallen asleep cuddling with him on your bed. He was staying for the night.
He got nosy. He wanted to find your secrets. Anything that could tell him more about you.
Before he decided to stop, his eyes landed on your nightstand.
He looked inside your closet first; nothing too interesting besides a few photos of you when you were a kid. He thought they were cute. He stuffed a few into his coat pocket.
Bingo.
Lots of people hide things in their nighstands. He figured he would find at least a diary of some sort.
He gently opens it, careful not to make any sudden sounds. He notices a small bag.
He picks it up. The bag was silky with a string holding the opening together.
He pulls it out and holds it in his hand, his eyes widening.
Not thinking much about it, he undos the string. Opening it and reaching inside to pull out whatever it is that's in there. It's smooth. It must be made out of silicone; he thinks to himself.
Holy shit.
He chuckles to himself in surprise. He doesn't mind that you have one no, but he didn't think you had one, It never crossed his mind.
His thumb presses the button. Making the toy buzz to life. Although it's on the lowest setting, it's still an intense vibration.
He goes through the different modes. Thinking to himself how you look using it.
After he's done. He looks over at you, chuckling again.
"I'm definitely going to ask about this later."
𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂
You were laying on your bed scrolling on your phone when you hear the front door open.
He comes into the bedroom, tired from work. You get up and hug him. He smiles and wraps his arms around your waist.
"You're home early"
He chuckles "yeah, boss let me go home earlier than usual."
He kisses your forehead and walks to the dresser to get a change of clothes while you lay back down on the bed.
His head turns to look at you but he notices something on your nightstand.
"What is that?"
You look up from your phone in confusion, you follow his gaze and you freeze.
Shit. You forgot to put that away.
"Its- it's nothing!" You say nervously. But the blush on your face says otherwise.
He cocks his eyebrow and walks up to the nightstand.
He picks it up.
You yelp and scramble off the bed, reaching for it, but he holds it away from you.
"Doll, is this a..?"
"Give me that!" You continue to reach for it, your face flushed in embarrassment.
His face is red too. This was something he did not expect to see first thing when he came home.
"Yknow.. You didn't have to hide it from me. It's- it's okay." He mumbles out.
He hands it back to you. And you snatch it and shove it back into your nightstand.
The two of you stand in silence. But despite Chuuyas flushed face, he smirks.
"You should let me use that on you someday. It'd be interesting yeah?" He chuckles.
𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐
He already knows you have one, but he wants to see it for himself.
So when you show him your bedroom, he walks right in, Looking around. he See's your nightstand. He smirks.
He walks up to it.
"Ranpo what are you-"
"It's in here right?"
You freeze. "W-what?"
"Your toy."
You go silent. His smirk widens. Your face says it all. He reaches for the handle and opens it. Pulling the toy out.
"H-hey! Put that back!" You scramble over to him.
He turns it on. The sound of it's buzzing fills the room.
"How curious. I wonder how many times I can make you come from-"
"Ranpo!" Your face flushes. You take it from his hand and shove it back into the nightstand.
𝑲𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒂
He shouldn't have looked through your stuff in the first place. He knew better. But his curiosity got to him.
It was normal at first, finding random things of yours, your collections, and pictures. Pretty much everything that you'd expect would be in someone's room.
"I can't believe I'm doing this. I should stop."
He stands in the middle of your room, arms crossed. His eyes fall onto your nightstand.
A bit more snooping wouldn't hurt.
He opens the drawer and sees a small bag. His eyebrow cocks as he takes it out, opening it.
He reaches inside and feels the texture.
"What is this..?"
He pulls it out, looks at it, and drops it onto the floor.
"What the-! Why does she have this?!" He yells. His face turning pink.
He quickly grabs it and stuffs it back into the bag before shoving it into the nightstand and shutting the drawer.
He stands back and adjusts his glasses.
".. I'm gonna pretend I never saw that."
𝑨𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊
"Hey Atsushi?"
The two of you are laying on your bed together.
"Yeah? What is it?"
You put your phone face down on the bed.
"Can you hand me my charger? My phones almost dead. It's in the nightstand."
He smiles "yeah sure."
He leans over your bed and opens the top drawer. Looking for your charger.
Noticing something pink, he cocks his eyebrow. After moving some things around, He sees it.
He doesn't notice what it is at first so he picks it up.
"What is this?" He thinks to himself. He then presses the button on it.
You freeze.
You know that sound. How could you not.
"Um.. Atsushi? What are you holding?"
He looks back at you and holds it up.
"This. What is it?"
Oh no.
How are you going to explain to him?
"Atsushi.. Put that back."
He notices the change of tone in your voice and puts it back into the drawer.
"The charger is in the second one."
He nods and opens it, grabbing it and handing it to you.
You take it, not looking at him to hide your pink face. But he notices.
"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"
You giggle "no no of course not. It's just.. That thing- it- it's a-"
He catches it. His face instantly heats up as his arms flail.
"Oh my God Im so sorry! I didn't know- shit I'm so sorry-"
You giggle "it's okay! I should've told you what drawer it was in. It's not your fault."
..
"So uhm.. how does it work?"
𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓
Fyodor is a very intelligent person, but with you, theres definitely some things he doesn't know about you. He knows you have secrets. Everyone has secrets.
But he wants to know all of them.
He spent the next couple of hours looking through your place. He had snuck in while you were gone at work. Although he didn't really find anything besides your collections and pictures.
Thats until he walks into your room.
There it is. Sitting proudly on top of your nightstand.
It surprises him a little, but nonetheless, he walks up to it.
The button flashes as it sits on the charger. It's been recently used. Perhaps before you left.
He takes it off the charger and inspects it, it's warm. Which confirms his suspicion.
"How very amusing." He says to himself, going through the different modes.
His thumb presses the button, making it buzz to life. He chuckles as the vibrations go through his hand.
Although.. He doesn't hear when you come into the room.
"Fyodor..?"
𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒊
"Nikolai!"
He runs into your room with a wide smile on his face. He's always been curious about your room.
He immediately starts going through your stuff. Your body tense. You don't want him to find your..
He quickly opens your drawer and pulls it out. Your heart drops.
"Oh? Whats this?"
You run up to him to try and grab it, but he giggles and backs away from you, keeping you from getting taking it from him.
"Put that back!" You yell, face pink.
He turns it on.
"HA! it works! I'm definitely going to have some fun with this." He smirks at you. Making your face flush more.
𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂
You were in the kitchen, making some food for yourself and Sigma. He was sitting at the table, talking with you.
"Hey can you do me a favor?" You turn to him.
He perks up, smiling softly.
"Yeah sure. What is it?"
"Can you go into my room and grab my phone? It should be on my nightstand."
He nods and stands up. Walking out of the kitchen and down the hallway to your bedroom.
He pushes the door open softly, quickly finding your nightstand. He walks up to it. But he notices something next to your phone.
He stares at it for a few moments, trying to figure out what that thing is, before it clicks.
His face flushes and he quickly leaves the room with your phone. Heading back to the kitchen to give it to you, pretending as if he never even saw it.
𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂
"Well? What do you think?"
He walks in and looks around your bedroom, standing beside your bed.
"It's nice." He says simply.
You sit on the bed and talk to him about your room, the stories about your belongings, and about your collections.
His eyes wander the room, looking at your stuff till it lands on your nightstand.
You follow his gaze, confused at first, till you see it. You forgot to put it away last night. You curse to yourself and scramble to it, quickly shoving it into your nightstand.
The two of you sit in awkward silence for a few moments before he eventually speaks up.
"What was that?"
Your face flushes. "Uhm- it's.. It's a- yknow.. Toy.."
He stares at you blankly.
"I see."
..
"Ill pretend I never saw that." He says with a faint blush on his face. Trying to cover it with a cough.
𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚
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I apologize if the grammar isn't the best and that its short, I wanna be more consistent with posting so this was kinda rushed. But I hope it was enjoyable!
