Oh, I saw that one ask about their s/o flat out refusing their advances! Would you write some of that for Chuuya and Dazai?
♡ Nakahara Chuuya ♡
Chuuya is not going to be happy about this. He is going to be very vocal about his opinion, and quite frankly he is just scary. He is just so confused and heartbroken. He did everything he could to woo and charm s/o, but nothing seemed to work. Was it because he was a criminal, a mafioso? Or was it his firey attitude and short temper? He didn’t know, but he was desperate to find out. He will follow s/o around everywhere they go and he will drink more then usual. He just wants something to make him forget this horrible feeling of his heart being shattered to pieces!
This will also affect his work greatly. Chuuya isn’t as focused and there is just a plain bitter aura around him. He snaps at anyone who dares to speak to him, even his own Boss. As heartbroken and mad Chuuya is, he will suddenly just “disappear” from s/o life. Things will be very quiet for the next couple of weeks, but enjoy it while you can. That shadow near the window is the red head himself and he is making sure that no one has taken s/o’s heart before he did. Because if that was the case then… Things are about to get a lot more messy…
♡ Dazai Osamu ♡
Dazai is going to be bitter. So that’s how things are, huh? He is unworthy? Well, things are about to change sweetheart. Like Chuuya, Dazai is going to completely disappear from s/o’s life, but unlike Chuuya he won’t be vocal about it. No, Dazai will take all of s/o’s friends away from them and he will personally get rid each and every one of them. s/o will eventually have no choice but to come back to Dazai. He will be there to comfort s/o, like a knight in shining armor. He will smile throughout the whole ordeal, knowing that this way he is bound to become closer to s/o. After all, why wouldn’t they fall from him now? He is their only friend, the only person in the world who genuinely loves them.
But if they reject him again?
Dazai will completely lose his cool and confess his crimes. He doesn’t care anymore, s/o is going to be his! “No” is not an option for s/o, because they will be with Dazai. s/o has absolutely no choice in the matter, and Dazai will endlessly torment them about that fact.
Hiiii! I'd like to tell you how much I love your blog and you.💕💕💕 Tbh, I've only been able to read your work lately lol So can I request headcannons with Ranpo or Akutagawa (choose who you love more uwu) when they are jealous? (NSFW and SFW)
I love you too so I did both boys! 💕 I wasn’t feeling NSFW though, sorry.
Shoutout to Yue for helping me with Ranpo. Writing for him is so hard for some reason.
Ryuunosuke Akutagawa
★ Akutagawa doesn’t realize that he’s jealous at first – rather, it manifests as outbursts of wild anger. He’s more irrational and unstable than usual, so much so that he jumps into battles without much forethought or hesitation. This man hates feeling confused and conflicted, so fighting is a nice way to clear his mind even though going up against weak opponents doesn’t accomplish much. Still, he’ll do anything to get these intrusive thoughts of his darling out of his head.
★ He’s definitely the type to go out of his way to avoid his darling, at least until he figures out why he’s feeling this way and what can be done. It’s a double-edged sword, unfortunately, because the longer he’s away from his beloved, the more his chest hurts; conversely, the more he’s with his darling, the more he’s reminded of how she made him feel in the first place (jealous). Really, this boy has no idea what to do or how to act anymore, so the next best thing is to avoid his love altogether.
★ Now, if his darling is clingy or sensitive, she’ll likely feel hurt and try to weasel her way back into his life. This… doesn’t smooth over very well with Akutagawa and actually drives him further away. He wants nothing to do with her, not because he doesn’t love her, but because he has no idea what to do with these feelings. Sometimes he wants to just grab her and keep him from leaving his side; other times he wants to assert his dominance over the men that ogle her by laying an aggressive and passionate kiss on her lips. He hates feeling like this and thinks that these feelings are nothing short of a hindrance. Gin even suggests assassinating his darling since she causes him so much grief, and Higuchi isn’t very pleased with the boy’s uncharacteristic behavior – both women want to get rid of his darling, but Akugagawa is ferociously fervent in making sure no one lays a hand on his darling but him.
★ Avoiding her can only get so far, though. Once his jealousy gets the better of him, exacerbated by the fact that he has zero communication skills and thus cannot talk this out with his beloved like a normal person, he’ll lash out. He may even go after the person that flirted with his darling, especially if them being out of the equation relieves some of the worries and jealousy plaguing Akutagawa. Doesn’t matter if the person in question is dear to his darling – they’re an outlier, and an annoying one at that.
Ranpo Edogawa
★ Ranpo would pout. A lot. When he gets jealous, which happens more often the harder he falls for his darling, Ranpo acts like a spoiled child that doesn’t get what he wants. He’ll pester his beloved, demanding attention with crossed arms and an adorably whiny voice. To make matters worse, he wouldn’t stop this little tirade until his darling finally acknowledged him or showered him with attention. Even so, this won’t be enough to make it up to Ranpo.
★ Like Akutagawa, he’ll avoid his darling if it means teaching her a lesson, though he wouldn’t be nearly as severe and outright avoid being in her presence altogether. Rather, he will act markedly colder towards her once she enters the room, perhaps going so far as to offer her snacks (which gives her hope that he’s no longer angry or jealous) only to snatch the treat away and eat it in front of her, laughing all the while!
★ Ranpo is very much a tease, as well. He’ll fight fire with fire and try to make his darling as jealous as he felt, such as by offhandedly mentioning how a pretty lady flirted with him the other day or how he went on a particularly riveting date last night. He loves seeing his beloved’s face contort and twitch with jealousy, her pretty eyes nearly brimming with tears at the sheer thought of Ranpo ignoring her to vie after other women.
★ This man will shamelessly spread rumors about the person who flirted with his darling, wanting nothing more than to personally see that person’s life go downhill. Ranpo is a great detective with connections after all, he can unearth dirty secrets (or completely manufacture very plausible ones) about his poor victim with ease. He has no qualms doing such a thing if it means keeping his darling wrapped around his finger and only thinking of him. There is no ‘limit’ to the how nasty these rumors will get, either. When something inevitably happens to his victim, Ranpo will pull an innocent face and claim he knew there was something off about that person but he wanted to let his darling ‘find out for herself’ in order to teach her a lesson.
★To add insult to injury, he wouldn’t accept his darling’s apology simply because he wants to torment her a while longer. The more she realizes that he’s far more ‘hurt’ by her actions than he let on, the more unlikely it is that she’ll let it happen again. Ranpo is a scary yandere in this regard because he enjoys manipulating his darling to get what he wants, similar to a child playing coy or cute with his parents, and can easily hide his true intentions behind his usual nonchalant, bubbly, and childish personality.
Yandere Chuuya with a darling who just won't stop fighting back. Thanks, love you 💕
tw. kidnapping.
Chuuya Nakahara.
“I’m just trying to protect you!”
Black.
Everything was black, but even the darkness couldn’t hide how broken he sounds, how his voice echoed off the near-barren room as if to haunt you both. His bottom lip was bloodied and torn from how often he’d fallen back on that nervous habit, hating the way his voice sounded, hating himself, wholly and truly; he hated that it had to come to this, that he couldn’t keep you a secret from that monster, that he couldn’t protect you from Dazai.
“I’m just trying to protect you…”
You didn’t need to hear his excuses, but you were glad his voice was calmer, gentler, now. This was more like the Chuuya you knew – you only hoped that part was still salvageable, still existed somewhere. How long had he rushed you from place to place, country to country without so much as an explanation? How long had his hands tremored when they weren’t on you? How long did his eyes look dead?
“Please look at me, babe.”
“You need help.” You cut in and shied away from his touch, disgusted and scared that even his gentle hands would shatter and break, the shard embedding themselves in your skin like a reminder of everything you’d lost. “Whatever this is”, you sobbed, the loneliness of leaving your family and friends behind, against your will, finally settling into your bones. “You need help, Chuuya. You’re hurting, and maybe I’m at fault for not noticing sooner, but can’t you see that none of this is right? That you’re slowly slipping?”
You were glad for the blindfold, too much of a coward to see his hurt expression.
“A-are you even my Chuuya anymore? What happened to him? What’s going on – please talk to me for god’s sake! This wouldn’t be a problem if you just talked to me–”
“Shut the fuck up!”
Your stomach lurched, gravity seeming to disappear with each word you tore from your throat. His breathing was shallow, hollow, frightened, and you knew he’d given up on listening to you, like he always does. If his expression hadn’t turned from hurt to enraged, the sheer realization would’ve been enough to sap the energy from your body.
You’d lost your chance again.
“All you do is complain, you have no idea what I’ve done to keep you safe!” His voice echoed against the bare walls again, more powerful, more unlike the man you thought you knew. It almost didn’t faze you anymore. “A problem, huh?” He scoffed, fingers curling around your upper arm to pull you closer, the alcohol in his breath almost stifling. He gestured to your disheveled appearance, to his, to the barren room in the middle of nowhere, tears blinding his vision at this point. “This is a problem to you? If you just did what you’re fucking told then we wouldn’t have a problem, now would we?!”
He wasn’t wrong. He was never wrong. But none of that mattered and he was far too delusional to see it.
Prompt: What kind of darling would Chuuya, Dazai, and Fyodor fall for?
Part 1. Part 2.
Chuuya Nakahara
★ Out of all these insane men, Chuuya is the most likely to love his darling like a normal person. In fact, he’s likely a lucid and protective yandere whose yandere tendencies don’t show unless a certain… nuisance is involved. That said, Chuuya would fall for someone like any normal person would – someone that genuinely clicks with him. Personality-wise, a fierce and independent lover is most likely to mesh with him, but who knows? Sometimes opposites really do attract – but more often than not, similarities bind.
★ Chuuya is a gentleman and, surprisingly enough, knows how to attract and woo women. Sure, he’s hot-tempered beyond belief at times, but he’s very logical and rational, especially toward his lover. Not only is he a compassionate and understanding boyfriend, he always tries to keep his mafia affairs separate from his love life. More than anything else, he wants to protect his beloved from everything – after all, he has all this power, why not use it for something other than dirty work?
★ The only way Chuuya’s yandere tendencies would ever come to fruition is if Dazai got involved. These two are like oil and water – they will never be able to see eye to eye. That said, Chuuya is always cautious about whatever convoluted scheme or prediction Dazai has in mind, and by extension, he’s extra cautious about his darling’s safety. Chuuya would still very much be lucid, but he wouldn’t care anymore. He’d let go of all inhibitions if it means keeping his darling safe, by his side, in his arms, and away from that psychopath.
Osamu Dazai
★ Dazai would ‘fall’ for any woman that will commit double suicide with him, much less give him the time of day – however, these feelings are largely superficial and shallow. On the other hand, actually reaching the point of obsession over his darling or even genuine love is different and nigh impossible. She has to be unique, intriguing, an anomaly or puzzle he has yet to figure out. She has to capture his attention in ways that will make him think twice about killing himself – otherwise, what other reason does he have to live?
★ Since much isn’t known about Dazai’s past, it’s likely he didn’t have a terrible upbringing or traumatic event that shaped him to be the… peculiar man he is today. Dazai was probably born this way – a little boy with morbid curiosity and a twisted mind that eventually grew into a cynical and moral-less man. As a result, he has no reason to truly fall for someone other than sheer curiosity. He doesn’t understand humans, much less human emotions, nor does he feel emotions the same way his peers do. He’s almost like a puppet, a shell of a man – a man that’s no longer human. But then again, was he ever?
★ Honestly, out of all these boys, Dazai is the most simple. There’s not much to be said other than he would fall for a darling that intrigues him. Now, finding a darling who is intriguing and can handle his eccentricity is another story. Perhaps someone like this doesn’t even exist, just as he’d always imagine was true. He doesn’t belong in this world, in this society, so why would fate provide him with a lover of equal wavelength?
Fyodor Dostoevsky
★ Simply put, Fyodor would show interest in someone simply out of boredom’s sake – falling in love is an entirely different emotion that this man may not even be capable of. Humans are always so entertaining, and this man simply enjoys watching them struggle (and often suffer as a result) like lab rats fighting over resources. He sees humans as mere sources of entertainment, especially since he sees himself as a god whose sole mission is to punish criminals. Being the benevolent god he is, he likes experimenting and playing with humans – his darling being no exception.
★ Despite this, he’s particularly fond of darlings who don’t easily break. He wants to enjoy this little game of cat and mouse (no pun intended) to its fullest. He wants to chase her until she tires, even if it means chasing her to the ends of the earth. Fyodor is a sick and twisted man who wants to have his fair share of play until he grows tired – his darling, unfortunate as she may be, will simply have to keep up, or submit to him and finally break, at which point he may finally throw her away. It’s simply unlikely that he’d keep a toy with no use – what fun is a game with a subservient and broken co-layer, after all?
★ One thing is for certain, however – he would never, ever fall for someone who actually deserves his punishment. In other words, his darling is totally undeserving of his twisted and playful mind – she is no criminal, she is a mere civilian that wandered onto his chessboard. She is an outlier, an anomaly that just happened to catch the mastermind’s eye. A little mouse that wandered somewhere she shouldn’t be – a mouse that wandered right into his mousetrap.
★ Overall, it’s unlikely that Fyodor would ever be truly yandere for someone. He doesn’t understand how to love anyone but himself or his cause; in reality, he is a loveless psychopath that likes to play with his toys.
M'kay, the second I saw that your requests were open I just HAD to ask this! For what kind of darling would Mori, Atsushi and Akutagawa fall for? I'm just really curious to hear your opinion about this!😍👌💘💘
So uhm… I may have gotten carried away with this.
Part 1. Part 2.
Atsushi Nakajima
★ Atsushi is a very desperate, very clingy obsessive yandere with severe self-esteem and abandonment issues. As such, he’s quick to develop crushes if someone so much as shows him attention and care – and if they show him genuine love and affection? He’d be smitten… and nothing would be able to stop his intense love from growing day by day.
★ Even so, the gap between Atsushi’s crush developing into full-blown obsession would be rather long and arduous. Just showing him a few instances of care (such as asking how he’s feeling, bringing him a gift, etc) isn’t enough; in fact, that wouldn’t be enough to begin to convince Atsushi that someone views him as something more than a nuisance. This boy is so broken, so disillusioned, so hateful of himself that he needs much more convincing.
★ As a result, it’s a painfully tedious process with this boy. He’s constantly doubting himself or selling himself short. Rather than seeing his darling as someone who constantly follows him around or visits him out of genuine like for him, he’ll rationalize their feelings as admiration for his coworkers or worse… as pity for him.
★ God, if someone were to fall for him solely out of pity, it wouldn’t break him or make him snap – it’d send him spiraling further into the depressive and self-loathing cycle he’s trapped himself in. To love Atsushi out of pity would be to confirm his worse nightmares – that he is nothing more than a burden on everyone around him, a burden that needs to die.
★ If by some miracle Atsushi realizes that his darling genuinely loves him for him (that miracle likely being Dazai sticking his nose in the poor boy’s business), he’d never, never, give them up. He’d gladly put his life on the line, not just out of sheer love for his darling but out of gratitude that they accepted him despite how much of a mess he is. To him, the least he can do for someone who genuinely loves him is to give them his entire body, his entire essence, his entire being to keeping them happy and very much alive.
Ryunosuke Akutagawa
★ Akutagawa doesn’t exactly… fall for anyone. Rather, his darling is likely someone who constantly vies for and chases after him no matter how many times he pushes her away – similar to Higuchi, sans the somewhat platonic obsession she has for Akutagawa. To stand out from Higuchi, his darling would have to be smart, cunning, and able to stand her ground. She’d have to earn his respect, making him think of her as worthy of her place in the Port Mafia unlike how he often views Higuchi.
★ This boy is young and has likely never experienced love, especially unconditional love. For the longest time, he’s extremely hesitant to accept his feelings for his darling; however, he keeps her around if only because he’s curious about the odd way his heart skips a beat or the infuriating way his stomach drops and flutters whenever he sees her.
★ Eventually, he’ll notice that he’s begrudgingly developed a soft spot for her. Perhaps it’s as simple as the way his tone or expression softens when he interacts with her, or perhaps it’s how blindingly angry he gets when someone threatens to hurt her or if something happens to her. Only he’s allowed to hurt her, even if he usually doesn’t mean to do so.
★ Hell, sometimes the mere mention of her name is enough to make him frustrated. At first, he thinks it’s merely because he’s beyond frustrated by her incessant nagging and unhinged need to be by his side; in reality, well… he’s just in love. She’s constantly on his mind, everything from the way she smells to the way her eyes light up when they land on him to the way she can fend for herself. When she’s not around, he’s wondering why she isn’t by her rightful place by his side.
Ougai Mori
★ Mori would fall for literally any woman that’s young and cute. And by young I mean probably early or late 20s max. However, actually holding his attention for more than a few moments (especially with Elise nearby) is a feat in itself. Only a darling who provides him some sort of extraordinary use (usually entertainment) would be able to do such a thing.
★ If his darling actively enjoys the attention he showers her in, Mori would be over the moon. Although he’s much fonder of tsunderes (see: the way he programmed Elise’s behavior) or just lolis in general, a woman who is mature, cunning, and fierce is always attractive, especially if she returns his flirtations and advances with equal fervor.
★ With how rich and powerful Mori is, not to mention how eager he is to please his women, he’s likely to attract women who only see him as a sugar daddy. Even so, he’s completely fine with this delegation so long as she knows her place (which is right by his side) and never strays from it.
★ Bonus points if his darling loves his adorable little Elise! There’s nothing Mori wants more than to have his own little happy family with Elise as his beloved ‘daughter’ and his lovely darling as his cherished wife. He’d spoil you both rotten. Moreover, Mori enjoys having the most lavish and powerful possessions, from properties to underlings to his own lover. As long as his darling lets him flaunt her as is, as well as lets him play with her to his heart’s content (oh how he loves dressing her up in cute and elegant clothes), all is well.
Sounds good! How about the alphabet for chuuya? :3c
accidentally posted this to my main blog after writing a huge apology for my lack of posting :/ i keep doing that unfortunately. anyways, ive had a full week exams which is why i havent been posting. im extremely tired and stressed but i will try to get more requests done this week, though i have another week of exams. i do apologise, but itll be over soon. i hope you enjoy anon, this short bastard is one of my favs. <3
TW: mentions of death. I love my crazy clown man💓💓💓
" My sweet bird... You flew away so quickly... "
Sitting on one of the plush chairs, Nikolai clutched an old shirt, bringing it up to his nose every once in a while. The moonlight shined brightly on the world around him but Nikolai saw no beauty in it. Grief overcame his like tidal wave as a melancholic smile was on his face. He never thought his darling would fade in to obscurity so fast, so randomly.
And it was all his fault.
Nikolai knew that clipping a birds wings was unwise, but his darling gave him no other choice. Besides, the faces they made while doing so were just so cute, how could he possibly ever stop? He knew damn well what he was doing but amongst the intensity never once did he consider what awaited him in the future if he continued to follow his whims. (y/n) had never fully submit to Nikolai and to be frank, he enjoyed that. He liked the game, he lived for it as a matter of fact. But he took it too far in the end, and now he had to pay for his actions.
In a twisted turn of events, his darling was the victor of his game. They had promised him that they would never fully submit to him for as long as they were still breathing and they kept that promise.
BSD Gogol: It's a game, wicked and crooked and rigged, but oh it was fun, fun, fun to see you try to win.
tw. confinement.
Nikolai Gogol
It’s a game, wicked and crooked and rigged – but oh it was fun, fun, fun to see you try to win. Like a flightless bird desperately trying to find hope in song, only to realize it is voiceless – all hope was destroyed the moment he locked you in a bird cage.
Your defiance could only last so long, he surmised as he watched that glorious fire in your eyes grow stronger. Your cage – as metaphorical as it was physical – was decorated to the nines with various toys. It was large enough to comfortably fit you along with plenty of bedding and toys, yet you were none the more happier. Rather, you’d spent the last few hours analyzing every inch of the metal enclosure in search of an exit or crack Nikolai had overlooked as unlikely as it was.
Your foolish efforts were entertaining, but he couldn’t help but wonder why you hadn’t given up yet.
“Why do you insist on wasting energy like this, malen'kaya ptichka (little bird)? Escaping is a fever dream!”
You paid him no mind, much to his displeasure – though he was a master of not letting it show on his face. He approached the cage and fluidly stooped down to your level, peeking through the bars in an almost condescending manner.
“Why won’t you sing for me, little bird?”
“What bird would sing for a monster?”
Your answer was snappy, but he delighted in your emotional response. How long had it been since you even cared to utter a word to him? Perhaps you were finally warming up to your new home! Oh he could hardly contain his excitement.
“Monster? My, you do hurt me so. It is of no use to blame the looking glass if your own face is awry. You’re just as monstrous as me, my dear.”
You finally looked at him, eyes still holding that beautiful fire he adored. “Perhaps, but I will never be a monster like you. People like you belong in hell, and I’ll see to that myself.”
“Is that so? Then be my guest and do escape however you see fit.” His lips curled into a smile of unadulterated adoration as he lovingly stroked your cage bars, keys loosely held between the gloved fingers of his other hand. “I’d love to see you drag me to hell – that is if I don’t break you first~”
hewwo. can u write some soft nswf headcanons with nikolai?
Soft smut headcanons for Nikolai
Hope you like these! This is edited a bit differnt cause I am on PC right now and normally edit these posts via my phone!
Reader is gender neutral
Cw: 18+, Vanilla stuff, nothing wild just sweet gentle sexy times with clown man
Under the cut!
He usually is not the type for soft sex but when he gets in the mood for it he will be the most loving.
Starts kissing all over your face until he reaches your lips and pulls you into a gentle but still very passionate kiss that is able to render you breathless.
When he breaks the kiss Nikolai descends with kisses all down your neck.
As he keeps kissing you he praises you.
Telling you how beautiful you are and how he is the luckiest man in the world to have you.
With every piece of your clothing that comes off Nikolai presses a kiss to the newly exposed skin, giving everything a unique and new complement.
Once he has reached your sex he kisses around it first before going down on you.
As his lips, tongue and skilled hands bring you closer and closer to the edge you take a fist full of his long silver hair.
When you reach your end and cum into his mouth you pull his hair out of pleasure which makes him moan against you.
As you come down from your high, Nikolai removes his pants and slowly rubs himself against your entrance, coating himself in your wetness.
Once you gave him your okay he slowly pushed himself inside you as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
Nikolai’s pace was slow but firm and made you moan loudly.
Once he felt himself growing closer to his release he began kissing and leaving hickeys along your neck as he began holding one of your hands with his own.
His other hand had once again found its way to your sex and began rubbing, making you grow close to your release as well.
The two of you came at the same time, with Nikolai pressing his lips against his.
Pulling out he got up and went to the bathroom, getting a washcloth to help you clean up.
Once that was done he pulled you into his arms, your head resting against his chest as you began falling asleep.
can u do jouno, yosano, and nikolai hcs with an adorable, sweet s/o who is really horny and gets flustered easily but is really shy about asking for it (Like the other rq you wrote)? I saw those hcs you wrote when browsing the tag and they were really cute and your writing is so good 🥺🥺
Thank you so much, nonnie <3 Tbh, I breathed for writing Jouno and Nikolai’s hcs, so if you have a request including the two, pls drop it!
Warnings: nsfw-ish/suggestive themes, dirty talk
Jouno Saigiku
➤ You can’t hide shit from Jouno. That man’s got heavily enhanced senses of hearing and smell, so he’ll know you’re horny just by the faster beating of your heart or the smell of wetness between your legs.
➤ Jouno is a very composed man unless Tecchou tests his patience and goes on about the day like nothing’s out of the ordinary. He knows you’re more of a shy kind of person and struggle to ask him for things that include the two of you sleeping together, so Jouno waits for your horniness to reach its peak until you can’t help but spit it out.
➤ “Now, was it so hard to admit that you want me?”
➤ Takes some kind of entertainment of you being about to ask him to rail you, but you stumble over your words, blush and tell him to forget that this situation had ever happened. Usually, he’d lose his temper and tell the person to hurry the hell up, but you’re a different story. He keeps you very close to his heart and is somehow much more patient with you; especially because he wants to get you out of your shell.
➤ Jouno will approach you about it if you manage to keep your mouth shut about it and you join him in bed more hesitantly and with your heart basically pounding within your ribcage. You acted like this was the first time the two of you shared a bed, although it clearly wasn’t and Jouno prefers your heart beating in a calm manner when joining him and not in a nearly erratic state.
➤ “So, when were you going to tell me that you’ve been soaking all day?” He’s pretty blunt about it, absolutely no shame whatsoever. You gotta live with it.
➤ “Hah?! T-this must be your i-imagination!” You’d search for excuses and shamefully sink into the blankets until they’d reach the apple of your cheeks. You knew that hiding the fact that you want Jouno in more ways than one was useless, so why the hell did you think you’d be getting out of this smoothly?
➤ “Your heart rate just jumped considerably, [Name]. You’re so easy to read, it’s actually cute.” Jouno would tilt your head upwards and stroke his thumb along your jawline and down your neck to feel your pulse thumping against his skin in anticipation.
➤ It’d seem like he’s leaning in for a kiss but ends up kissing the corner of your lips, knowing that it’ll cause you to kiss him properly. Jouno knows how to play you and make your patience snap, no matter how shy you are.
➤ Really enjoys the beating of your calming heart once he’s done with you and you’re close to falling asleep on him.
Yosano Akiko
➤ Luckily for you, Yosano isn’t a whole ass Jouno and you’ll be able to brush it off and she’ll believe you. After all, you’re a more reserved person and she trusts you enough to come to her if something is bothering you.
➤ Yosano will notice your typical “I’m horny but can’t confess it” signs when you’re a little bit more jumpy whenever her knee would touch yours or when she’d place her hand on your thigh. Ultimately, it’s your shivering, bitten lips and the heavy blush that is a dead giveaway.
➤ The second biggest tease about her discovery. Her touch would linger a little longer than appropriate and when no one was within hearing range, she’d whisper dirty nothing in your ear and bask in your reaction. Yosano absolutely loves seeing you flustered, especially when it’s at work and not at home where such a thing would be more appropriate.
➤ “[Name], I think we can cut the ice-cream for today. I’d rather have you melt on my tongue once we get home.”
➤ You’d jump in your seat, face red and mouth agape like a fish on land. You couldn’t quite believe your ears and how your body reacted to her words so easily. It was actually a bit unfair how Yosano had you so strung up by saying a couple of words while you couldn’t say such things; it was simply embarrassing.
➤ That would continue for quite some time and you were excited about going home for very obvious reasons, but it turns out that you wouldn’t have to wait that long. Tanizaki asked you to bring some documents to Yosano and of course, you didn’t decline his request.
➤ As soon as you step foot into the infirmary, Yosano locks the door and pushes you up against its hard surface, scolding you for being such a tease yourself. “It’s a shame that I’ll have to ruin your cute facade right here, but you have to stay quiet for me, alright?”
➤ You have a hard time explaining to your colleagues why your hair is a mess and why your legs are basically jello.
Nikolai Gogol
➤ He’s the biggest tease out of the three. Nikolai’s very observant and as soon as he realizes that what you want is him, you’re in for quite the show. Literally.
➤ At first it’s all cute and games. He squishes your red cheeks together and cutely coos at you. “[Name], you’re the cutest for wanting me, you know? Especially when you’re all blushy and shy about it!”
➤ Nikolai gets straight to business and doesn’t wait for you to voice out your want or teases you with words like Yosano. He immediately leads you into the bedroom and makes you stand in front of the mirror, ordering you to watch closely as his next trick includes you as his “assistant”. You want to question him what he’s about to do, but a magician doesn’t tell anyone anything about their tricks.
➤ “Today’s big question is: Where is [Name] the most sensitive today!”
➤ “Nikolai, what the hell-”
➤ “Hush or you’ll ruin the magic and I’ll have to punish you.”
➤ Super touchy and gropes you everywhere. Nikolai knows your weak spots and will find the one that draws the loudest reaction out of you. His mouth is on your neck, sucking color into the skin and nibbling but then goes “Hm, looks like this might not be it” when it’s only a whimper slipping your lips.
➤ Continues by gradually undressing you in front of the mirror, fondling your breasts, squeezing your waist and letting his fingers graze the skin of your thighs. He lives for chasing you to the edge until you plead for Nikolai to stop fucking around and properly touch you.
➤ Has the time of his life teasing you and watching you drip down your thighs. Not only does he get to see you naked, but he can also practice his speech skills for his next magic trick.
➤ Bonus because he knows that you get fed up with his constant teasing at some point and boldly tell him to just fuck you into the next week. It’s a stark contrast to your usual shyness and Nikolai adores whenever the bolder you makes an appearance. It honestly excites him.
➤ Whenever you’re too shy to ask for it, Nikolai can fluster you in two ways. It’s either the dumb or hot way and there’s no in-between.
➤ “If you’re not gonna tell me what you want, I can think of a few ways to make you talk and put your mouth to better use.”
➤ “Wanna see how I can make my dick disappear inside you?”
'I'll cut off these wings so you can no longer fly' for my favorite clown Nikolai and the yandere prompts? >w<
Since everyone liked it so much, here’s part two to this fic!
tw. confinement, implied abuse.
Nikolai Gogol
Nikolai wasn’t a complete monster – he kept your cage clean at the very least. ‘A sick bird can never sing pretty songs’ he’d always explain in a sing-song voice, as if that would raise your spirits. He never expected it to, but he insisted on trying like the good owner he was. Some would say he’s nothing more than a delusional mad man, but he liked to think of himself as a wonderful bird owner; mad men don’t take great care of animals, now do they?
“Malen'kaya ptichka moya (my little bird), pray tell”, he mused, eyes squinting with delight at how you jumped whenever he snuck behind your cage. “When do you plan on giving up?”
Heart hammering against your chest, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to calm yourself, nearly on the verge of hyperventilating. He was hardly scary, but being locked in this cage – trapped in a dimly lit room which fucked with your sense of time – was starting to chip away at your sanity.
“And why would I tell you that, clown?”
“Fufufu, your responses are as scathing as always I see.” His laughter was beautiful, far more mellow than the other times he’d talked down to you. Was his patience wearing thin? Gracefully, he sauntered to the front of your cage and stood menacingly tall. “That determination of yours is certainly commendable, but I can see it dying out with each passing day. How long will my little birdy last, I wonder?”
“Dying out? You’re as much a clown as you are blind.” You threw a glare over your shoulder. “The only one that will die is you when the ADA finds me.”
“Find you?” His laughter was boisterous this time, hardly beautiful and mellow like before – you were always so entertaining! “My dear, it’s been over a month! You seem to forget that your wings are clipped, yet you still insist on flying toward freedom.”
A month? It… it couldn’t have been that long – he had to be lying. Although you had no sense of time, no sense of reality, while locked away like some animal, a month couldn’t have passed. Ranpo should’ve deduced your whereabouts by now; hell, Dazai should have seen this coming from a mile away.
And yet, you were starting to believe the Russian’s words. Had they really given up on you?
Your voice was marginally more hesitant than before and Nikolai didn’t fail to notice the way your light threatened to go out. He’d never miss the moment you finally broke, after all.
“…Humans aren’t as weak as you seem to think, Gogol”, you spat in attempt to call his bluff, but the way he stared at you so intently, as if slowly picking you apart, made you avert your eyes.
Weakness. You were finally showing weakness, and by god was Nikolai on cloud nine.
“Is that so? How curious.” Clicking his heels together, he twirled theatrically, cape billowing behind him like a ringmaster about to start his show. When he faced you once again, there was a pair of scissors in his hands and a sadistic smile on his lips.
“Then I’ll have to cut off those wings so you can no longer fly.”
Can i have a oneshot for gogol comforting his crying s/o?
Pairing: Nikolai Gogol x Reader
Word Counts: 2.3k
Note: Hello anon! Please forgive me for taking a long time to do your request! Since it was the first request on my blog, I thought I wanted to make it special. But I was stuck with writer’s block. So I used my old work before and re-edit it instead so it will be slightly different to match with the request! I’m sorry and I hope you will enjoy it and special big thanks to @soukokuwu for helping me proofread this one! Really, thank you so muchhhh <3!!!
It was empty.
In this dark cold continent, there was nothing but void and darkness inside. You either existed or your mind was playing a trick on you. It felt like a grand illusion - that nothing was real. What you were searching for was not there. Nothing you did would ever make you feel complete in any sense. There was always this feeling that haunted you, always reminding you of how miserable and disgusting you were. Gnawed and woven to your very soul like wild ivy tendrils wrapping around your empty heart and kept whispering down to the deepest recesses of your mind.
You were a monster.
You were a demon.
You were a human with no heart.
You were no different than a dead soul.
Then, why were you still alive?
For what purpose were you even here?
You shut your eyes tightly. You wanted to scream and block every deafening sound that suffocated you in this insufferable world. It exacerbated and tightened in your chest the more you struggled. Had it not been your sanity that kept you sane, you would already be consumed by madness. But would it be better if you just let yourself loose? Let it take over and become nothing but a shell of a living monster? Would it be better just to let what remains of you and burn it into a fire of anguish and let it turn to ash? Let it destroy you with the spite and hatred you harbor towards everything?
You were desperate to reach for something.
Anything.
And that was when he came along, when you were at a loss, as though he knew.
"Would you like to join the Decay of Angels?" He had said, with eyes as vacant as yours, but his hypnotizing violet eyes beneath that moonlight was much deeper and darker. It feels like you would lose yourself and drown in it if you were to stare any longer. Yet without exchanging any further words, he seemed to understand the unspoken pain that has festered through your being at that very moment. You looked exactly like a lost child that desperately needed guidance, that needed to cling onto something.
"...What will I get if I join you?"
"You will be free. From your sins."
That was what he had offered. His soothing, saintly voice was like a remedy that could mend your broken soul that needed salvation, which had been beyond redemption at that point. You had nothing to lose and thus accepted his invitation back then, with a little hope thinking something might change. But after so many years, it still remained the same. You were still the same old you. No matter how much you wanted to pretend, you could never fake a smile and pretend to be happy. It felt like it would be hypocritical- like it would only make you lose sight of yourself even more.
Then, what is it that you were searching for, actually?
Why were you still here?
A soft sigh escaped your chapped lips as you stared long at the night sky above. The stars twinkled, a million light-years away from the orbit. Yet you still reached out your hand, as if attempting to pick one and keep it in your pocket in a futile endeavor.
"A beautiful night, isn't it?" a familiar voice chirped, interrupting your time alone. You were never one that liked the companionship of others, but even so, no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, he'd just pester you even more and pop out randomly, much to your distaste. He was the last member of the Decay of Angels that you would want to interact with.
"Why are you here?"
"Aww, don't be so cold with me~! I merely passed by and just wanted to say hello to you~" Gogol winked and gave you a finger gun, as though his intentions weren't obvious.
"Bother someone else."
"Ah, are you upset that I'm not Dos?" He smirked as he guessed that.
You felt that he could easily read right through you and you didn’t like it - the feeling of being exposed. Fyodor was a man of mystery, a puzzle that you couldn't solve. You thought of him as someone who understood you and despite the terror associated with his name, he was still someone that you respected profoundly. Not out of fear, but maybe, admiration. But you hated that Gogol was right. You wished you were talking to Fyodor instead of the clown, and Gogol had gotten it right on the nose. And yet here you two were, with different circumstances that bring you two to join the association, even with different goals.
"Shut up. Just leave me alone, will you?"
"Aw... but no one wants to play with me. Even Sigma is busy. But you have been doing nothing but stargazing~ Don't you get tired doing that every night? If it were me, I'd die of boredom!" He flailed his arms in an attempt to get your attention. You cursed under your breath. This clown was too energetic for you to handle.
"None of your business what I do." You replied back to him crudely. But he took a seat beside you anyway, sitting by the edge of the building and swinging his legs back and forth with those comical pointy shoes of his. For someone his age, he acted rather childishly. Though, maybe that's just one of his antics as a clown. But he was the epitome of someone you could never understand. Since you can ever be two-faced like he is.
Gogol hummed. "You always come here, why is that?"
"I told you; it's none of your business."
"Aw. Here I thought that we were friends~" Gogol made it sound like he was hurt by your words.
You ruefully snorted at that, "Funny hearing that coming from you." Did he think you were that naive? Naive enough to think that you two were friends in this organization that was solely established with terrorists that can backstab you at any given moment?
"Is it not right? You've been with us for years, yet you seem so distant. Just like the stars." He remarked while spreading out his left arm to the sky.
"Is that so?" You looked up at it again, attempting to count the innumerable stars, albeit knowing how futile it was.
"Say... why did you join the Decay of Angels?" You posed the question to him, though you weren’t really curious. You just needed something to fill the awkward silence.
"Why, indeed. If I must answer that, why don't you tell me your reason first?"
Reason. You were still unsure about it yet. Why? You had killed so many just for that answer alone but the book that was your mind still drew a blank. Nothing was written on it yet. Was it because you were drawn to Fyodor's words at that time? Had he lured you in with nothing but empty promises?
"Perhaps… I was searching for the meaning of my existence." You curtly answered, but your mind still pondered on it.
"Then, have you found it?" Gogol asked, evincing interest to know as he turned to look at you sideways. There was something between you, something that somehow made you feel connected to him. Both of you were pawns that would soon be disposed of once you have served your purpose. It didn’t scare you, though. You would do what you had to, even if that meant dying in the end. The only thing you were scared of is regret - of not finding what you were searching for in the first place.
"...I don't know. Maybe not yet. Maybe I never will." You said, feigning nonchalance. "Then, what about you?" Now it was your turn to look into his molten gold eye, the one scarred with a vertical cut. Was there a story behind it? You wonder inwardly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask Gogol about it. In the Decay of Angels, every member came from a different background and it was unknown what they did before. If you asked him he might tell, either in a jesting manner or make it overly complicated, like another riddle you had to solve.
"I search for my freedom. Just like a bird that soars the skies without being bound by anything," he replied with a wistful tone and his expression softened, "I am seeking for a perfect freedom, like that."
"Freedom, huh..." You repeated, "you're one strange guy." Indeed, he was. Nikolai Gogol was an enigma himself, just as Fyodor was. As though he was standing between the bridge of psychosis and rationality that he wants to get rid of. You failed at understanding his essence, but you could empathize with his pursuit.
"Funny hearing that coming from you~" He retorted with your earlier words. "But birds and stars, are they not so different?"
"How so? They are two different entities, to start with."
"Because both are up far in the sky, seemingly unreachable for a mortal like us. Even so, we still gaze at them longingly, wishing upon the star, wishing to fly, wishing to escape from this warm, wet hell."
You couldn’t refute that. Technically, he wasn’t wrong.
"Then, have you found it?"
Gogol looked at you again, his eye reflecting every little light in the world that you see. He softened his countenance as if he actually understood what lay within your heart that you tried to conceal.
"Maybe I do. Now that I met you."
Within the span of a second that felt like an eternity, your heart thumped loudly in your ribcage, like he took your breath away at that moment with his gaze alone.
No...
Don't fall for it.
Don't fall for it again.
It would be the same. He would just be like the others. He too, would leave once he saw what was inside - that which was hiding and cloaking you in the darkness, that which enshrouded and imprisoned you inside.
And just like he said, you were exactly like the stars.
You were in front of him, and yet you felt so distant and too far away to reach.
"...It's nice talking to you. But I must take my leave now..." You wanted to withdraw yourself before you started to harbor hope and belief in someone again. Before you fell for it again, only to be tripped afterward. Only to be deceived, left broken, and uncared for years.
But he held you back by your wrist.
"Won't you stay a little while longer, my dove? A star will one day perish, and I would feel so lonely if you are truly gone." His voice somehow pulls the strings of your heart. But you know better than to fall for him.
"Wouldn't it be better? You don't know who I am..." You tried to break free, yet he was stubborn, he didn’t want to let you go. "I am not what you think I am... I'm just another monster who has no heart. You shouldn't get close to me..." Your eyes were already starting to well up with hot tears. The stinging pain in your chest throbbed, each passing second with him made you feel suffocated, as though causing you to drown in your own misery. Inevitable it was that you would bring him down with you as well.
"...Or else, you would destroy yourself too," you warned him,
"You’re either human or you are not, either you are a monster with no heart or not, what difference does it make?" He questioned you back, "Be whatever you want to be. It's your freedom, it’s your life, it’s your call."
"It's easy for you to say that... I'm not like you."
"Then tell me, what do you wish for every time you look at the stars? Have you no will for yourself? Have you not wished to break free from your cage as well?"
"I..." Stumped with his questions, you gazed into his eye once again, tears blurring your vision. Everything that was pent up inside you until this moment felt like it was crumbling, disintegrating into dust. Like waves crashing against the sand, such brittle was your resolution now when faced with his raw, naked, and pure emotions when he took off his clown mask.
"I want to... I just want to escape from this place... from my demons..." You said with a trembling, shaky voice, all the remaining strength in you threatening to leave the more you looked into his eyes. What kind of pain does he hide behind them? Why did it hurt you as much as well? As ironic as it sounded, in this moment, he looked more human than you were.
"Then, I will be the one that frees you from it now, my dove. Go, fly to the stars as you wish." He said and held you near, and contrary to his words that coached you to be free, he actually looked like he never wanted to let you go, yet you felt strangely safe and found warmth in his arms. You felt like you were finally being liberated from that which imprisoned you in that bottomless darkness. Even if what you see is just a glimpse of light. Then, that should be enough rather than nothing at all.
"You are beautiful when you soar free that way."
Two humans. Two monsters. Two beating broken hearts.
Under that starry night that illuminated the sky with constellations, it's like your fate entwined and mirrored each other on how almost tragically similar it was, with the demons that were trapped inside the both of you, seeking solace in each other's existence to remind you that you two were still human beings that just wished to be free.
Nikolai and fyodor with a female s/o who has a child and the father like left them- like how would they react and take care of them- idk if that made sense but if you somehow end up doing this thank you wjbskqhq 💖💓💞💞💛💞
PLEASE THIS IS SUCH A CUTE ASK
I misunderstood for the first half and thought you wanted an s/o that left the boys alone with a child like 💀 I thought you had a death wish or something geez, but this is way cuter and way more precious!!!
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Characters: Nikolai Gogol, Fyodor M. Dostoevsky
Format: headcanons
Tw: minor blood mention
A/N: dbejdhs this is very wholesome but my mind hit a blank with most of it
A child, huh?
Nikolai literally loves children so much
"You have a child?? Can I see can I see can I see can I-"
I'm so sorry, you don't exist anymore, he will just be a doting mother to the kid now, it's like you evaporated out of existence
He's doing every trick he knows 一 from pulling a bunny out of a magicians hat to making his hand appear at a random place, disconnected from his body, he's going all out
If possible (and if you allow him) he's going to teach basic magic to the kid
He's also making sure they have enough to eat and get enough rest every night, it's very important after all
Although...he can be just a tad bit frightening
Sometimes he gets so excited to come home to the two of you again, he'll barge into the house covered in blood head to toe
Horrifying
"Oops! I'm so sorry my little doves... I'll go clean up right away."
You tell your kid it's ketchup
They don't believe you
Even though he's the absolute sweetest and super ecstatic to spend time with the kid, please, never leave them alone with one another
Nikolai has strange philosophies, and he wouldn't be opposed to making others adapt it, especially little children with how easy to influence they are
He also has no filter, and will start talking about anything in front of them
By that point it's best to cover his mouth, but be careful, he can bite
Being around a child constantly has awoken his inner playfulness, a genuine one, and he definitely enjoys every minute of it
He would offer to kill the guy for you
It's not a problem for him; a simple few hours spent typing away at his laptop and he will know everything there is to know about the guy: name, last name, address, embarrassing child secrets, you name it
If you agree to it, well, the man that left you will no longer roam this earth
But if you refuse, Fyodor will understand, but don't expect him to be completely docile about this. He'll send a member of the Rats to mess with the man's life in one way or another
He's not...the friendliest towards children
Aka he doesn't know how to act in front of them 一 he treats them like tiny adults, which is hilarious, but Fyodor please, a five year old can't drink coffee and discuss philosophy with you
Somehow though, since he's very still, if your child is a baby he's very gentle when holding them
+ will probably fall asleep, along with the baby
It's very precious
He claims to not like children, but they somehow flock to him
Your child will immediately adopt to Fyodor being their father, with little or no complaints
However, all of the actual caretaking, save for babysitting, will have to be taken care of by you
He doesn't know what children eat? How could he? Plus he's not washing them, that's gross
If you do complain about wanting more help regarding them, he can always ask Ivan to help out; he's a butler after all (essentially)
Also, for some strange reason, he always seems to finish his work earlier more frequently 一 coupled with going on fewer dangerous missions. A genuine smile can be found on his lips, if you look at him while he thinks he's alone. He can try as he might, but it's obvious that both you and the child have significantly grown on him (almost as if the three of you were a real family)
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