#₊˚♱ dazai ₊˚♱

[cupids-archives]

ღೀ๋࣭ secret… <3 𖥔 ࣪ (contains, nsfw themes, oral (fem and male) foresomes, pnv sex, multiple penetrations, established relationship.) ₊˚♱

━━━━━━━━ 𑄽𑄺 anon - I loved your ranpo chuuya and dazai poly fic!! I’m wondering if you could write a foursome of them w a fem! reader ? ₊˚♱

₊˚♱ it was supposed to be quick…. you were supposed to meet up with your boyfriends for a quick drink than go back home, not end up spread out on a couch with your legs hooked over someone’s shoulders…. ₊˚♱

𐙚₊˚⊹ chuuya, the man below you, licks again at your clit, softly rolling the swollen bud with his tongue, his grip on your thigh leaves bruises, but your distracted by the way he eats you out like a man starved. — it’s hard to only pay attention to chuuya though. the way the man your sitting on ranpo, has his hands all over your chest, circling and pinching your nipples with his fingers, rotating from rubbing your nipples to playing with your messy clit. — Dazai sits near the entrance, his hands on his bulge and he watches you get devoured by his coworker and former partner

𐙚₊˚⊹ A particularly large moan sends chuuyas hand over your cunt, quickly entering and playing with your messy pussy, now more determined to make you cum than ever, finally pushing you over the brink of an orgasm. chuuya moves from your pussy, taking his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth sloppily sucking on them before standing up and giving you a sloppy kiss, causing ranpo to whine.

𐙚₊˚⊹ dazai moves over to you, already fumbling with his pants, taking out his large leaking cock. He pushes chuuya away in a disordered fashion, chuuyas already ready to argue before he sees your intoxicated face as dazai lines up with your entrance. Ranpo of course, has already taken his cock out, pushing the back of your skirt up even more before pressing the tip inside of the rim of your ass.

𐙚₊˚⊹ ranpo pushes inside you, it’s quite easy to slip inside the usually tight entrance due to the messy state your cunts in. They both start moving at the same time, thrusting into your messy cunt and ass. your head falling forward onto dazais shoulder. hazy, with pleasure, your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, and therefore deeper inside you making you let out obscene moans featured with the sloppy noises your holes make as there being pounded.

𐙚₊˚⊹ your so overwhelmed with pleasure that you don’t even notice, chuuya coming up to your side, slightly leaning against the couch, lining his cock up with your mouth, you brainlessly take his cock into your mouth, sloppily sucking on it as your other two holes are getting nice and full.

𐙚₊˚⊹ the rhythmic thrusting starts to become more disorganized, ranpo wrapping his arms around your waist, biting into your neck. squeezing you tighter as his pace starts to quicken. you can feel dazai start to speed up as well, making it hard to focus on getting chuuya off. His hands finding themselves tangled inside your hair, moving your head forward until he pushes your head forward, shoving your face in his crotch while he cums down your throat. letting out sighs of reliefs while he lets you go, your mouth dripping with cum.

𐙚₊˚⊹ you can feel your stomach tighten with pleasure, the way dazai hits all of your deepest spots, repeatedly hitting your gspot with his large cock. ranpos hips start to stutter inside you, his last few thrusts leave the both of you breathless as he finally cums, the feeling of his hot cum feeling you up brings you over the edge as well, your drunk with pleasure, your fingers hold onto his hair as he cums inside you. you throw your head back in relief as another wave of pleasure washes over you.

𐙚₊˚⊹ your left sticky with cum, all three of your holes being filled to the brim, leaving you breathless and overstimulated. Your head is still fuzzy but you can still feel hands on you, cleaning your body, the last thing you feel is being gently put in a car before drifting off to sleep… ₊˚♱

[raimoka]

— " (I'M) WAITING FOR THE SUN "

｡ ㅤꕤ ㅤ PAIRING: dazai osamu & reader.

SYNOPSIS: it was just a single string, so thin it could easily be cut with scissors, however, with just that mere red thread, it tied you to him.

tags ➜ alternate universe — modern, no abilities, painter!reader, writer!dazai dreams, pining, generally a fluff, soulmates trope, catching feelings, open ending, named reader — only last name though, dazai osamu is bad with feelings implication. ‹𝟹

⋆ author's notes: I wanted to try something new and the first thing that came in my mind was soulmates trope.

send an order!! → guide ❀ flowers ←

You have always been a dreamer.

Oftentimes you would drift away from your surroundings into an imaginary world, your sense of reality blurring away.

In that world you would feel relaxed, happy and at peace even if it's for merely a few minutes. A world where you could erase everyday from your mind and form an illusion of something you were unable to grasp, a world filled with colors and beauty.

It's bittersweet.

And although it's painful knowing these are nothing more but surreal fantasies, hopes and dreams it's worth it in the end.

However—as of late, your daydreams changed into a one singular daydream that, for whatever reason, keeps replaying in your mind like a broken record.

Day or night, in the painting room or in the peace of your room, whenever you close your eyes, be it a ten minute nap or eight hours of sleep the same scenario will play in front of your eyes over and over again.

Sun will shine its way through the grass as your fingers brush against your creamy white lace dress. Birds will sing their song to which you'll hum under your breath as the fruity smell of just bloomed flowers lingers in the air.

You'll sing and dance and laugh as if you're the only one in the world.

Then after a while you'll approach a big cherry tree in bloom, and suddenly you won't be alone anymore. There, in front of that very tree, will stand a person with chocolate colored brown hair carried by the wind, wearing a white button up shirt along with black trousers.

They'll look in the distance, seemingly unfazed and each time and even after twenty times you've seen the ending, you would approach them slowly when—as if on cue the person will turn around and you would freeze up at your spot, your heart skipping a beat because in front of you will stand the most beautiful human you have ever encountered. For a moment, they'll lock eyes before they vanish into the air, leaving no trace behind.

Then you'll twitch, snapping back to reality.

bleary and cloudy, immense hues of darkness lay hold of your sight, then as the starch gradually settles to the bottom and the skim rises to the top, at last your eyes wearily open—unable to remember his face.

It's as if when their eyes lock everything fades and your brain stops. It's weird and the more times it happens the more annoying it gets.

The person in your dreams feels familiar yet so out of reach. Like you've known them your entire life but hasn't even met them yet, as if the two of you were tied by a red thread of fate.

His presence is strong. Unique. Strange.

You can remember the way the smell of carnations surrounded him, the way his chocolate colored brown hair rode on the breeze, the way they were so tall you almost felt embarrassed standing near him but you can't, for the love of god, remember their face.

You feel their stare on your face. You know that your eyes lock each time and that each time they do your heart skips a beat. You know it and yet you can't pinpoint even the most obvious things, like their color.

You want to know more and everytime that you feel like you're getting closer to discovering something, you would get pulled out of the state of unconsciousness, snapping you back into reality.

It was as if it was mocking you, laughing at the anger it was giving you.

Your eyebrows knitted together, hands balling into a fist.

You ha—

The sound of wood splitting in half brought you back into reality, disrupting the scrambles of thoughts beginning to form within your mind.

huh ?

You lift your head, met with the sight of your paintbrush splitted into two. The other half of the paintbrush falls, accompanied with the sound of thud.

Your lips, which were previously formed into a thin line, parted.

"nazoki, did you just break your brush?"

you tense up. you feel everyone's eyes shift to your frame, hushed whispers accompanied with snickers filling the room. sweat builds up on your hands as the giggles continued, and you bit down on your lip, hovering your gaze on your thighs.

"It can be easily fixed but remember, that's not your own and you need to learn how to be careful with the brushes."

meekly, you dipped your head in response.

"yes ma'am..."

❀

It was already late when you arrived back home.

The sun had gone down, and the skies embraced by hues of warm colors had turned into vast of blackness already.

You didn't change out of your clothes, with the fatigue beginning to overtake your body, you didn't bother to do so.

You gently unlocked the door to your room and slipped inside.

you were greeted with pure abyss, which was anticipated since it was already night. however, there was still some disinctive things within the shadows, like the books sheltered on the shelves, the roses in the vase on the nightstand, and the paintings in the corner of your room.

you perk up.

you moved, walking towards to the empty canvas at the corner of your room.

In front of you, you laid down an empty white canvas and some newly bought paint from few days ago. without a second thought you started painting. You didn't know what you were going for just yet but you settled on just letting your hand move freely across the canvas.

One stroke then another—you paint sky, petals and a silhouette.

So far it's turning pretty decent but the more you draw the more anxious you became. The brush in your hand starts shaking as you reached out to paint the silhouette's face.

...

What now?

Cold sweat runs down your face and you had to take a moment to snap back to reality. Suddenly your stomach fills with dread and you had to take a break from painting.

The face. You couldn't remember the face.

You didn't finish the painting that day.

❀

There is no need for you to open your eyes because when you came to your own senses, feeling grass beneath your palms as the sun beams directly in your face, you knew exactly where you were.

Despite going to sleep in a bad mood you can't help but feel strangely relaxed now that you're here.

Slowly opening your eyes, you sit up and took a look around. Nothing, as far as you're aware, has changed. It's still the same dreamy place you visit everyday (sometimes even multiple times).

Birds are still singing, the sun is still shining and the flowers are still blooming.

After a short walk you find out the unknown person is also still here, simply staring at the distance.

You freeze in place and simply admires them from afar, staring at their back profile.

They stand there unbothered.

You take a big risk of walking up to them—not too close but not as far in an attempt to get a better view. Nothing.

You're scared.

Then you get a crazy idea.

Now you're terrified.

Quickly, before you get a chance to make a cowardly decision and back up, you ran towards the person and grabs their wrist, not giving them enough time to turn around.

First thing that you felt is warmth. Their skin is warm.

You lift your head head and meets their face that is now painted with a shocked expression, lips parted. When your eyes meet you felt fear, surprise, shock, happiness, anxiety all at once because you've finally caught them.

Then all emotions swirling within your chest dulls and the person slips away, disappearing from your grip once again.

❀

First thing, you did when you woke up is rush towards the canvas and frantically attempts to copy down the face, that expression of surprise and alarm, as similar as possible before eventually it too leaves your mind.

However it doesn't turn out anything like you've seen just a few moments prior. The expression on its own looks pretty amazing and the face is really unique, not quite like anything you've drawn before, but it's not his.

Shit.

Why? why couldn't you do it?

You were so close and yet—

You slipped up.

You didn't get it. You needed to remember. You didn't know why.

All you knew is that this person drives you crazy.

❀

Surrounding you, there was variety of pages of papers, canvas, multiple art supplies.

You pull out canvas after canvas messing up, repainting, scrapping, breaking, trying again, over and over again but nothing feels right.

Before long, what little memory of the person's face is left in your memory vanishes leaving you with an uneasy feeling in your chest. You fall to your knees, gripping the paintbrush in your palm firmly, cursing yourself. Why? Why couldn't you remember?

It continues like this for a while. After every nap you would pull out your sketchbook, which has by now found its new place under your pillow, and try to sketch the face but each and every time you'd be met with another failed attempt.

It felt like a curse of some sort. Wanting to remember but not being able to. Wanting to know but not being able to meet. Wanting to understand but not being able to learn.

You've tried many different ways. You tried jumping him. You tried running into him. You tried approaching him slowly. Sometimes you'd lock eyes with him, sometimes he'd disappear the moment they establish physical contact. You'd sketch day and night but you just couldn't nail it.

Slowly but noticeably a pile of crumpled up paper in your trash can started increasing. So far you've ruined three canvases and wasted almost an entire sketchbook which gave her an confrontation from your roommate, both from the trash and the one canvas you borrowed from her.

"If you need canvas, please just buy one for yourself. I'm gonna get scolded by my mother."

"the trash can in your room is starting to overflow with trash... some of the trash are even on the floor already, please dispose of them if you can. I don't know what you're trying to do but you should give it a little break, it doesn't seem like you're getting anywhere either way."

you've apologized multiple times for it, but in spite of her intentions being different, the painful truth behind her words pierces through your heart like an arrow. You weren't not getting anywhere that much is right but she's trying.

you were trying so hard because for the first time in a while you had a goal set in mind.

That night you didn't bother the guy. Instead, you sat down leaning on that big tree watching him stand just a few meters ahead of you.

You haven't given up of course but god you were tired. you sigh, releasing the tension in your body, closing your eyes beneath the tree's shadow.

You didn't know what you expected but someone snapping you out of your thoughts you sitting next to you was not it.

For a moment, you were too scared to look aside because this is a rare opportunity and you couldn't mess this up and yet at the same time you could wake up at any moment so if you were to waste this it would eat you up from inside for days. Anxiously, you moved your head and catches sight of the brown haired individual's side profile. It's the sight so dazzling you suck in your breath and bites your lip and just stares.

Every time you visit, you noticed a small detail you haven't before. Like how they shift from one leg to the other when the cold breeze brushes against their concealed arms, you wondered if it was really that cold for him, or how messy his hair was, you could've presumed he didn't take care of himself.

Today, you notice his eyes are shimmering brown, bright and full of life, no . they weren't full of life, they were filled with pure abyss, barely reflecting any source of tiny sparks. He was tired, lonely, and empty. You wondered how long they spent in this realm. Does he have a home? What's his story and how did he end up here? Just now after you take a good look at them, you started questioning all those things. Up until now all you knew was that they were here each time you fell asleep and that your face gets red and your heart skips a beat whenever you get near.

For the first time that you stared at them for more than two seconds, you started noticing all the little details. His bone structure, every single lash on his eye, even how messy his hair was. You take a mental note of it and stares for so long that you didn't even realize he might've feel awkward until they cough and move their face to the side, hiding their face a little bit further with the locks of his hair.

"I'm sorry."

You speak up slowly.

You wonder if he was even real.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Silence. Heavy, uncomfortable, cold, suffocating silence.

He gives her a side eye but don't say a word. You, not knowing how to react, just stares. You stare back, drowning in their eyes, not even realizing how close they've gotten to each other.

You have drawn many portraits of many different people up until this point in your life. The beauty of it all is that every person is different, unique and beautiful in their own way. Each painting you did is special because it's not like any other. That's, in your opinion, the beauty of this world. Even now, this person that might be nothing more than a fragment of your wild imagination is unlike any other you've met.

They are so beautiful it made you sick. Not just their physical appearance but their aura and their company. The way when their hands touch it sends an electric shock through your body or the way you get all warm and fuzzy inside when you were near him.

you swallowed down a thick saliva, forcing yourself to speak again, you didn't know what you were gonna say but with the tense atmosphere between the two of you, you wanted to ease it up, thus allowing the words in your throat to carry out.

"Hey."

The boy shifts his gaze towards you upon your call, moving his head along his gaze. You feel the hue of light red beginning to adorn your cheeks as soon he turns his head to your direction.

You fidgeted with your fingers, "You're a very pretty person."

You could feel his stare on you, but he didn't utter a single word.

"When I say pretty, I don't mean it just at that... you're so pretty that I could be with you all day just to watch the cherry blossom tree's bright pink light glow on your skin and how it brings out a million subtle sparks of color in your eyes, and In the evening, I could draw you all night long until I have no more strength, and when it's finally night with the moon, I could close my eyes to remember the day going by as a reflection of you."

as you spoke, you couldn't help but notice how close your faces were with just a few centimeters apart from each other. you two were so close, It distilled a warm fuzzy feeling within your chest.

"you're quite talkative."

for once within several dreams, he finally uttered a single word, and just the mere sound of his voice made you speechless. he leans his head slightly closer and you couldn't help but think that your faces will crash. you were sure your faces will crash and you're scared if they do the universe as we know will explode but the world collapses before you could get a chance to blink and suddenly you were panting in the pitch dark of an all too familiar room.

❀

They say everything comes with its good and bad sides so you presumed the same must go for this entire situation too.

If it were up to you, you'd say the good thing is you finally finished your painting. After so much time and effort you have finally created something you're satisfied with.

Bad, or rather unfortunate, thing is that the next time you went to sleep you didn't dream at all. At first you thought it was a mistake so you pulled her blanket over your frame and went to sleep again despite the morning sun desperately trying to climb on your bed through the closed windows and your roommate gently knocking on your door.

Nothing.

After a few more times of not being able to wake up in that imaginary world of yours, you started to freak out a little. It was understandable though. When you spend so much time somewhere, so much that it turns into a habit, it's only natural to get worried when it abruptly stops with no sign whatsoever.

For now you'll just have to learn to adjust to your new reality.

❀

It has been a year since you last dreamed of that dream.

you struggled to accept the truth, occasionally glancing at the painting you've finished right after your last dream. however, as time passed by, you managed to divert your attention to much more important things, slowly forgetting the world you would often dream off.

you didn't know whether you liked it or not but you supposed it was fine since a lot of great opportunities were beginning to appear to you.

"That's why nazoki-san, we would love to invite you as a guest artist for our next gallery showcase!" Words were ringing in your ears like an echo. There were thousands and one emotion flowing through her body. Excitement, joy, disbelief, anxiety and so much more.

Finally, It's finally happening. You couldn't help but think to yourself. All that hard work and effort is finally paying off.

When you got a call from a nearby gallery asking for someone with your last name, you presumed it was for your mother, a professional artist who had few of her works showcased there, that's why the first thing you felt when they said it's you they needed was confusion.

You've been drawing for years, joined many different art courses and took many drawing classes, participated in many events but getting an offer to have some of your work showcased in a big, professional and well-known gallery for one of their events was something new—a step closer to achieving your dream.

Of course, you didn't hesitate and swiftly agreed to the offer.

It's only when it came time to choose your best work you got a tad uncertain about which paintings to pick.

You decided to go for one landscape drawing, one abstract and one portrait.

Choosing a landscape and abstract was easy, you simply chose your most recent work, a work which, by chance, was seen by her classmates and some teachers and received tons of compliments.

Choosing a portrait was a bit harder though—there was just so much diversity between your models you'd feel bad choosing one out of many other, just as beautiful, ones.

You dig through the canvases in an attempt to find a perfect one when your hands suddenly brush against the beige fabric pulled over one of the canvases, hiding it from view.

A drop of cold sweat rolls down your neck as you uncover the familiar painting. It's still the same as you left it a year ago.

When your dreams stopped you felt as if you lost a part of yourself. Being unable to face the painting you worked so hard on, you ended up covering it up and leaving it to collect dust in the pile of canvases.

Even now when you looked at it, a part of you feels like sinking but the feeling of dread is easily outshined with the feeling of nostalgia and warmth.

you decided which portrait to bring to the event.

❀

More people have visited the event than you had originally planned, it was almost a bit overwhelming. Almost. All the praise you got made up for it.

You would be lying if you said you didn't like to be praised. You loved the words of affirmation, to hear someone from a higher level acknowledge her efforts and make sure you're on the right track.

You were silently lurking in the crowd the entire day, starting conversations when you'd get the chance, giving speeches about her art.

You talked and talked, over and over again, repeating what you've already said over twenty times by now and every group so far would listen carefully. Seeing them genuinely interested in your work made it all worthwhile.

Soon enough, night fell and people started leaving one by one, saying their goodbyes. It's a shame that the day has come to an end but if you're lucky maybe you will get more chances like this in the near future.

"nazoki-san!" One of the gallerys workers approaches you, "Would you mind picking up your work? I still have some guests to see off."

"Alright! Thank you so much again!" You bow down your head before you make your way to the hall where your work has been showcased up until now. It was a part of their agreement that when the event is over you'll get to bring your paintings back home.

When you step foot into the room, however, you find you weren't not alone. Almost like a deja-vu, in front of her stands a familiar brown haired person with their back turned towards you, in his hand, he held a book, it seemed like he was looking for some inspiration.

Your heart sinks.

Immediately, you stop in your tracks.

How?

Blood in your veins freezes as the cold sweat starts dripping down your face. It can't be…could it?

"E-excuse me-e—" you tried to speak up but your voice breaks in the most embarrassing way possible.

The person twitches in surprise, turning around with a startled expression on their face and it's the same damn expression you saw that day when you first grabbed their hand. you swear it is. It has to.

The person points an index finger to himself, tilting his head to the side, "Me?" as soon as you heard that voice, you knew damn well it was.

For a short moment their eyes lock. It's the same chocolate colored eyes holding the same lonesome warmth and oh you want to rush towards them at full speed and tackle them to the ground but youi calm yourself down and continues to talk, "We're closing."

Your voice comes off stronger and steadier this time but the hint of nervousness can still be distinguished.

"Oh… I'm sorry. I got lost in my thoughts."

So much happened today. You talked a lot, you walked a lot and on top of that you woke up early with only three hours of sleep the night prior, perhaps you're just imagining things. Maybe you're daydreaming again. But his voice sounds so real and you can see them so vividly even with you vision blurry from exhaustion.

There is so much you wanted to know, how, why, what, when, huh?? you heard stories about people's dreams coming true, about how some met people in their dreams but you never imagined anything so…extraordinary happening to you. But here you were with so many questions lingering in your head and so little time so you decided fuck it no matter what happens this time, no matter what kind of story your faith is writing, whatever happens in this timeline you weren't letting them go again.

The chocolate haired person gives you a warm smile, although, It looked a bit forced, you didn't say anything as he turns back to glance at the painting in front of them one last time.

"I was just thinking about how this painting looks a lot like me."

Your knees buckle up underneath you.

Weak .

you felt weak.

but you couldn't even focus on that, all you could focus on was how the person you've been longing for was indeed right in front of you.

and with that, the interlude halts.

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Tease Or Please? : Kinktober Masterlist

╰┈➤Featuring: Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

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🃁 Character 1: Chuuya Nakahara

「System Malfunction: All Levels Set to Max」

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⁺‧₊♱₊‧⁺ level 1: [Aphrodisiac][available in Oct]

⁺‧₊♱₊‧⁺ level 2: [shotgunning/sharing smoke] [available in Oct]

⁺‧₊♱₊‧⁺ level 3: [Shibari/bondage] [available in Oct]

🂢 Character 2: Osamu Dazai

「System Malfunction: All Levels Set to Max」

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⁺‧₊♱₊‧⁺ level 1: [Erotic asphyxiation] [available in Oct]

⁺‧₊♱₊‧⁺ level 2: [Katoptronophilia/mirror sex] [available in Oct]

⁺‧₊♱₊‧⁺ level 3: [breeding] [available in Oct]

🂣 Character 3: Fyodor Dostoevsky

「System Malfunction: All Levels Set to Max」

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⁺‧₊♱₊‧⁺ level 1: [Cybersex/Cyberstalking] [available in Oct]

⁺‧₊♱₊‧⁺ level 2: [Wax play] [available in Oct]

⁺‧₊♱₊‧⁺ level 3: [Dry humping] [available in Oct]

🂤 Character 4: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

「System Malfunction: All Levels Set to Max」

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⁺‧₊♱₊‧⁺ level 1: [Sex Pollen] [available in Oct]

⁺‧₊♱₊‧⁺ level 2: [Praise Kink] [available in Oct]

⁺‧₊♱₊‧⁺ level 3: [Auralism/voice fetishism] [available in Oct]

A/N: Hello, pookies! This is my first kinktober, and IM SO EXCITED ALREADY!! If you'd like to be tagged for a surprise, don't hesitate to drop me a comment, and I will make sure to tag you Xx.

Important: This list contains explicit NSFW content, including hardcore kinks. It is intended for mature audiences only. Minors and anyone uncomfortable with such material, please do not interact or proceed further.

[verlaineszz]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ CIAO AMORE!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ༒︎— VAMPIRE! FEM READER X HUMAN! DAZAI OSAMU

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ — SUMMARY: Night emerged and Dazai Osamu, a known thief who just ran away from patrolmen, was looking for somewhere to hide for a while. It was pouring and he wore a white ruffled poet shirt that showed his neck and collarbones, some black trouser with a golden button that had an intricate embellishments on it, a black coat and some leather black leather shoes. He used his coat as cover from the rain as he ran through the streets to the forest till he outran the patrolmen and stumbled across a cave that lead him into a strange "deserted" manor, where he met his romantic demise.

๋࣭ ⭑♡♱— HORROR + FLUFF + VERY SLIGHT ANGST + SUGGESTIVE + 19TH CENTURY AU + VAMPIRE AU

A/N: Another fic about vamps 4 fun(✦ ‿ ✦)! I hope you guys enjoy this one because in this one, reader is the vampire :D! I also might write a chuuya version where he's the one that is a vampire, and for today i wanna make dazai submissive because normally i always try to write him as near as the real him as possible so i dont mischaracterize him, but I'm gonna give into the 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖞...needs that people have and make him abit out of character.

WARNINGS! : BLOOD, DEATH, CURSING, NOT PROOFREAD!

He ran through the street, slipping a few times due to the wet groves and rocks but he manages to always get back up and run. He was Dazai Osamu.. An infamous thief, known for being promiscuous and leading wealthy women on just to steal their wealth (and hearts.)

He breathes heavily as he ran farther and farther, he ran across multiple dimly lit streets and dark alleyways as the rain poured, "STOP! STOP! GRAB HIM!"— the patrolmen yelled as dazai fleds to the forest and running in different directions, he really did not know where he was going.. He ran deeply into the dimly moonlit forest till he lost the patrolmen...he looks from behind and sees that there were no more yells and he takes a deep breath.

His coat was wet and he was abit damp too, due to the times he tripped and landed on the wet floor. He covers his body with his coat as he seeks for shelter, atleast a vacant cave to stay in for the night, he looks around the forest, the trees were tall and it was pouring, he runs farther and he looks around but as he got deeper, fog was appearing, he must be in a high cold place then? He thought.

He stumbles over a few rocks and he lets out small curses and grumbles from the obstacles he faces, he walks farther and sees a cave.. Perfect! He thought, the cave was pretty small but it could fit atleast 2 people and it was small enough that a bear wouldn't be hiding in it, the cave had a cover on the front entrance, it was leafy vines that acted like a curtain. He pushes the vines to the side and enters the cave, it was dark and deep which made a wary feeling creep down his spine. The inside was abnormally long.. But as he walks deeper he sees another curtain of leafy vines that had a small light that showed the silhouette of the exit. He thought about stopping there and just rest up but he had this curious adventurous feeling that made him want to go deeper.

He moves the leafy green vines to the side and goes in, it was foggy and windy but the sky had a luminous hint of red.. It was weird.. The sky was blue but the moon was bigger and it had a red glow. He looks down and sees faint fogs. There on the ground laid down a graveyard with tombs that had no names. This creeped him out so he decided to look more further, near the graveyard was a big manor..it had towers and a big coffin shaped window, the roofs color was black and the building itself was bricked grey with ingrown red flowers and dark green leaves on the walls that looked like it has been here for long periods of time. The exterior of the manor had 2 columns on the entrance that had 2 big lit candles on each, it had a pathway that lead to the round top wood door that had silver embellishments, and the door knob was the shape of a spade, and the door was also oddly big, taller than him.

He looks around to the side and sees a bush maze.. Based on the gothic architecture, he felt like somebody rich must be living here, he needed a place to stay.. Or hide for a while so he knocks at the door— Knock! Knock!.. No response.. He tilts his head to side and tries to knock again, but as he was about to knock, the door opened on its own and his eyes goes wide, "this must be some fancy contraption then?" he thought, leaving a small giggle before going in.

The interior of the manor was lit with candles, the floors were a shade of crimson red and it had intricate gothic patterns, the tall ceiling had silver 3d patterns like spades and more, the patterns that left a gaping space had a color of deep red, and in the middle od it all was a big black chandelier, it was lit with candles and it had little dangling ruby bats as a design. Over all the place was already big and the walls had gothic patterns, decor and candle stands on the walls with already lit candles and European like gothic marbled pillars. There in the middle was a brown staircase that showed a huge portrait in the middle of the staircase, a portrait of a lady, a lady that had an attractive appearance that had his attention.

He sees a clothing rack near the door and he hangs his coat, looking around and walking to find if anybody was home. The candles were lit so he was sure someone was home, "anyone home?.. I uh.. I let myself in if that's okay!" he announces loudly, he looks to the side to see anothed door, and as he walks closer to it, he hears a female voice. "Halt. What are your intentions here? And where did you find my manor." you say in a calm but strangely intimidating tone as you walk down the stairs, wearing a gothic royal style gown with a ruby necklace, he slowly turns his head to you with slightly wide eyes, he stands straight and smile softly, trying to make himself look more friendly since you are a pretty thing, "I'm here to ask of you a favor, and that is if i could stay the night? And i found your manor through a cave in the forest. I just need somewhere to stay for a while since it is raining." he replies back, looking back at you with truthful eyes, he analyzed your face then your body and you looked like absolute royalty. He was pretty sure you were a noble, based on your clothes and the architecture of the manor.

"What is your name?" you ask, your hand on the staircases handrail with your head tilted as a gesture of questioning. "Dazai osamu, m'lady." he replies back while looking straight at you with a soft smile, you noticed that his clothes were damp and the ends of his pants were dripping from the rain water, you walk closer to him and expect him, you were still wary but it's been so long since the last time you've hunted for a meal, you grin and look at him softly, your aura coming off as seductive but mysterious, "Perhaps i may let you stay for a while.. You're hungry, aren't you? Let us have a chat as you dine." you say with a soft grin, he smiles back and you turn to go to the dining room, which is the big round top door to the left. You turn both handles and it opens up to a big long dining table with already cooked food on the table, there were mashed potatos, a turkey, soup and vegetables on the table.. It is cliche but dazai did not care, he was too hungry to think about trusting you.

The dinner room had 3 big chandeliers lining up and a big on the side, you offer him to sit down on one of the chairs that already had a plate, utensils and a napkin. You sit down infront of him and he looks over at the food in awe as you rest your chin on the palm of your hand.

"i must say, your place is beautiful. And the food smells delicious." dazai says politely with a smile, he looked over at your expression then around the dining room, it was incredibly detailed and fancy.. And that meant one thing.. You were loaded, and he know just how to lead you own and eat up your wealth.

"Why, thank you young man." you smile warmly at him, "May i ask.. What the pretty ladys name?" he asks as he puts food on his plate, looking down at the food and looking back at you from time to time. "[Your name].." you grin as you tilt your head, your chin still resting on ur palm. "pretty name.." he says as he takes a bite of mashed potatoes, though he wasn't particularly born from richness, he learned how to please women for their wealth, and he knew what a gentleman he could be, so he remained calm while eating, trying his best not to stuff his face with the delicious food all laid out for him.

"What were you doing in the forest this late at night?" you asked, dazai looked at you and he didn't wanna tell you the truth, that he was a thief, because if he did, he was sure you'd be wary of him. "I was camping and i lost my campsite." he replied calmly, making it more believable. He was a true master at lying, he knew the tactics of a liar and he knew the power of his charm.

"Ah.. I see, you are free to stay in my manor if you please." you reply calmly, your hand leaving your chin and making your hand clasp together, dazai smiles warmly but in him he thought this was an opportunity to steal your richness— "Really? I appreciate your hospitality alot, miss [Your name]."

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After dinner, you show him to his room in the 2nd floor and it was a guest room, it had a closet, canopy bed, a nightstand with a vase of thorned roses and a candle, candle holders with lit candles on the fancy gothic patterned wallpaper and a chandelier. It was just as fancy as the whole manor, obviously. He was pretty cold and you noticed his damp clothes once again.

"The lavatory is right down the hall of your room, my dear." you mention, he nods and smiles warmly, "I see, thank you once again." he replies back, feeling a little bit interested in the way you called him, "my dear", it was weird, since he was the one always saying pet names to the people he stole from.

You leave his room and the second you left, he immediately looks around the room, checking if there was anything valuable in there, he checked the closet and the night stand if it had anything valuable in it, but it had Nothing but towels and some pajamas. He looked at the vase and he grins, "this looks quite nice.." he mutters, thinking about stealing it after he steals your wealth.

He takes a bath and looks around the bathroom, the bathroom had diamond black, white and red patterned floors, a silver and gold chandelier, gold candle holders, and overall a gothic vibe. Again, he was quite astonished by the beauty of your manor, it was different from the others. He did quite enjoyed the dark vibes but something about you intruiged him, you were awfully mysterious but welcoming, could you have different intentions? Or were you just being nice? He was questioning as he washes up abit and leaving the lavatory. He walks around the hallway and he sees the paintings you had. All of them looked Renaissance and the frames were so detailed, he wondered what was your hierarchy in royalty and how come he hasn't heard your name before.. But whats weird was the placement of your manor. He wondered why were you so isolated? He needed to know, after all he was a man that was not just hungry for wealth but also knowledge.

Suddenly, he heard a sound of something opening which made him run back to his room and silently closing door, he sighs and sits back on his bed, going to the closet and grabbing one of the towels inside and patting his face and his self dry before getting on the bed, he sighs once again and he stares the canopy bed ceiling, analyzing you and formulating a plan. It was still raining outside and the moon glowed red with fog.

He thought about you more.. Was he abit creeped out by you abit? Yes. Does he find you attractive, indeed he does. He place the back of his hand on his forehead and it felt hot..he has been so busy thinking about a plan that he didn't even notice that he may have fallen sick, he grumbles and he whines abit, "why do i have to get sick at the worse times!?.." he mutters as he gets under the sheets and trying to sleep to ignore it, hoping it would go away.

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The next morning, it wasn't bright. It was just a dim foggy light, it wasn't a warm colored sky but a cold one. He slowly opens his eyes and he feels a hot feeling and a headache, he was sick alright... He sighs and he slowly sits up, he then hears a knock, "come in.." he says groggily. You enter the room holding his coat, it was dry and neatly folded, he looks at you softly, you analyze his state and you walk closer to him. "Morning, my dear. I dried off your coat and came to return it. you say, staring into his eyes with a soft smile, occasionally glancing at his pale bare blood pumping neck and wondering what his blood would taste like.

He stares right back at you, noticing how much you resembled something extraterrestrial.. It was already weird to him how morning did not look morning here, a weak smile formed on his lips and he announces something, "Ah.. Thank you But i think im kinda sick right now to thank you properly, belladonna." he says with a small chuckle and smile as he stares up at your eyes, keeping his eyes off of your collarbones or lips.

You bend down abit so your face is the same level as his, talking in a reassuring tone. "How unfortunate.. I'll get you some spare clothes and a damp towel." he nods and he stares at how the top of your dress was hanging off your chest, seeing more of you collarbones, "ah.. Shit." he thought and immediately looks to the side and ignores it, internally smacking his self after you leave to retrieve the items he needed. After all, you need to prep your meal and season it all the right ways to make it more appetizing.

You walk down the hall and you obtain all the things you needed to take care of him, you think about his appearance and you weren't going to lie but he was quite a handsome young man, a man who wasn't naive but he wasn't easy to manipulate either. You brought the things you needed to him and you give him another set of clothes, a white ruffled silk poet shirt and some high waisted trousers, along a bowl of water and some cloth to use for his forehead.

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He changes into the new clothes and the damp cloth was on his forehead, there you were sitting on the edge of the bed near him he was sitting up abit, leaning onto the headboard.

Your head turned to him as he looks into your pretty face, he stares at you with his hand on his lap..quite interested at how you are taking care of him when hes sick, which felt new to him but in a comforting way, the light outside wasn't bright but not dark either, it was a perfect cold foggy color that he found comfort in, "How are you feeling?" you ask, your hand close to his, "I'm feeling okay, thanks to you of course." he gives a soft but seductive smile with half lidded eyes, the soft dim light from outside reflecting in his brown eyes. "If you need anything, feel free to ask me okay?" you added while pushing his bangs back. a slight reaction came out of him, abit taken back from your action.. "Of course, bella." he replies back with a sly smile before you get up and leave the room.

He looks at the window that showed a soft glow and fog and he thought about you, not quite why he felt different. He hasn't even spent 3 days with you and he already felt drawn towards you, maybe it was how mysterious you were or how a dark vibe you were but you were oddly different. He has met countless other women, different faces, bodies and personalities but something drew him to you, he loves all types of women but there was this one thing about you that stroke him really well, which made him want you more.

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2 days pass and you took care of him, always giving him nutritious meals and soft touches the somewhat made him flustered.. Which was rare for him since, he has been with other women before, but why do you affect him so much? He thought as he laid down on the bed, looking at the bandages on his arms and hand, it was already nightfall and he needed sleep but he couldn't. He had alot of questions in his mind and one of them was, "why do i feel like im being watched?"

Cold sweat dripped down his back as he tries to erase the feeling, but he sits up and sighs, he wanted to see you once again, it was a weird feeling and he feels like he was lovestrucked.. He decides to sleep it through and just get it over with, he lays down flat and getting under the covers, trying to feel warmth and trying to fall asleep. Eventually he slowly falls asleep.

The next morning, he felt better and he stands up it was already about 11 am since he slept pretty late, he leaves the room and goes down the hall and checking out the paintings and vases, walking down the stairs he meets your big gorgeous portrait in the middle of everything. He stands there in awe, looking how they way you were positioned and how bewitching you were, he smile softly and he touches the frame of the portrait before leaving and exploring around your manor. The gothic architecture and interior truly hit the right spots in his brain, he really did enjoy your aesthetic, thinking about how it reminded him of a vampire. He thinks more about the topic and he notices how he hasn't seen you around the manor yet.. And what a coincidence it was that it was a morning.

He continues looking around and exploring, finding skulls used as vases, a grand piano, a collection of violins and few chess boards. He looks around and sees a dagger on the middle of a coffee table in the library of your manor, as he was about to grab it, you whisper something behind him "hello.."

He jumps up abit and turns to you from behind, "oh.. Good morning bella.." he says with a soft smile, walking closer to you with a sly smile, "What are you doing here?.. Are you feeling any better?" you ask, slowly snaking your hand to his neck to his forehead to check his temperature, "im just exploring your manor.. And I'm feeling well and i don't feel sick at all."

"Wonderful.. Since you're better, would you like to spend time with me? I could really used the company." you bat your eyelashes at him with a soft smile, he looks at you and chuckles, liking your demeanor and nods before you grab his hand and lead him to spend time with you, doing multiple activities to get closer with him.. Because trust needs to be obtained before capturing prey.

Eventually, the relationship between you two got close, but the difference was that the only person that got close was dazai. You just stayed in place, letting him get closer.

You let dazai doll his self up with the prince clothing you had, that he really matched the vibe of one, bit by bit he got more obsessed and inlove like he was a kid in a candy store that couldn't get enough that his teeth were already rotting.

One night.. The two of you were dancing around the ballroom, it had silver chandeliers and black marbled pillars with ruby linings in the cracks and a golden framed mirror on the side. As you and dazai danced, his hand on your waist and yours on his shoulder, it felt like fire to him, getting to hold a pretty little like you on the dance floor made his heart pounce, he twirls you around as you both talk, you smile softly as you both talk about common interest, flashing him your white fangs, which he immediately noticed but did not seem to care from how lost he wad with you.

The movements between you two were elegant and graceful, giving him the freedom to hold you close and burying his face in your neck as violins and an orchestra played on your record player, the music that was fast turned slow slowly, he held your body close against his from behind and he kissed your neck, his hand creeping up from your waist to your chest before the music drops and returns to the usual fast tone and he twirls you around, continuing the waltz that you two both got fond of, the music slowly fades away and he holds you closely, hand in yours and he looks to the side where the mirror was placed, he sees that you had now reflection. His eyes goes wide and looks back at you, "bella? Huh? Why can't i see your pretty face in the mirror?.." he says, tucking your hair behind your ear and caressing your cheek, you chuckle and push back his bangs, moving your hand to his head to his neck but while you caress his neck, dazai felt uneasy in someway, it felt like his neck was bleeding and slit open.. But he looks at the mirror but nothing.. You weren't in the reflection and nothing was dripping dowm his neck.

You get on your tip toes and cup his cheek, pulling him in for a deep kiss, his eyes qent wide before returning the kiss, you bit his lip, making it bleed, you lick his bloody lip and pull away, his cheeks went in a deep shade of red. "Perhaps you're just seeing things osamu.. I bet you're tired from all the waltzing, aren't you? My dear." you smile softly, he looks at you with obsession in his eyes before nodding, "of course mia cara." he replies back submissively before you lead him back up stairs to your room.. At this point, he already completely forgot about stealing your wealth and now he sees you as the only one he wants.

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You led him to your room where you removed your outerskirt, petticoat, corset, shoes, and bloomers, leaving you in a silk thin dress that was above your knees. He followed, removing his coat, shoes, gloves and other accessories, his poet shirt and his high waisted trousers were the only thing left.

He stares at your figure with a neutral but blushing expression that showed obsession, he never really thought he'd be this madly enough with a woman, let alone a woman who he met randomly. He walks closer to you and smiles softly, "Can i hold you? Please?" he asks with pleading eyes, he didn't wanna invade your privacy so he asked for permission. The second you nod, he swoops you up and holds you tightly, burying his face in between your bosom, leaving light kisses as you pat his head, you sit down on the bed as he still holds onto you, eventually on his knees as he hugs you tightly, finding comfort in your presence.

Sometimes, he wondered how your relationship between you and him came to this..

As you pat his head, he looks up at you with glossy eyes and he leaves a kiss on the tip of your nose.

"I'll go to the washroom for a second, okay bella?" he stands up, "i see. You may go." You reply with an eerie smile, as he leaves and closes the door behind him, he walks around and goes through very rooms. Since it was your room, it was in the highest floor, a floor where he has not explored yet. He opens each door quietly, always checking the surrounding area if you were around.. He opens each door across the hall way and he reaches the end of the hallway that had this wooden door that had a design like a card of The ace of spades (also known as the Spadille and Death Card) he opens the door slowly and what revealed within the room made his stomach drop, the room reeked of a scent of rotting meat and something old, the inside of the room revealed coffins and cadavers on the ground, each body was pale, had sunken eyes, cheeks, and it almost looked like it wasn't even a humans body. It looked abnormally skinny and the hair already fell out of the head, leaving leftovers of different hair colored strands.. Brown..black..brunette..

Truly, it left dazai stranded of the scene, the cadavers on the ground were already decomposing and as he looked to the side, there were jars of liquids that had eyeballs that looked like it was staring right at him.

He looks back at the decaying blood drained bodies before silently closing the door and walking back to your room, he needed to talk to you.. Or needed to escape, someway somehow.

You already knew he was gonna find out about the bodies sooner or later, but it was more appealing to see shocking looks on the faces of the men you preyed on.

He starts to silently run across the hall, looking around if you were there but as he ran, he felt arms wrapping around his body. Your arms. He looks down and he turns to you, "ah..belladonna." he says, trying to play it off, you hold his close, he didn't want you to let go but the lingering feeling of death by his door was near. But didn’t he want this? He thought, dying by the hand of a beautiful woman happily?

He wanted to be a use for you, he lets you hug him and he wraps an arm around you, you were quite surprised that he did not resist. A grin crept up your face as you grab his hand, leading him back to your room that had a black, red and white laced canopy bed, a big vanity that was bronze and had a big coffin shaped mirror that had candles.

pearls and rubies were on the open red cushioned jewlery box which was on the side of the vanity. The ceiling had paintings and intricate 3d gothic patterns for texture. Then there was The coffin shaped stained glass window from the back of your room that led to your balcony had the moonlight shining through.

The pale red glow that strangely emitted from the moon shined upon your body, dazais breath caught in his throat after seeing your figure once again. You treated him so nicely and so comforting that he might as well just die happily.

You laid him down the bed and he holds your waist, you smile warmly and kiss his neck, whispering sweet nothings before smirking and sinking your fangs deep into that beautiful vein across his neck, your fangs were deep into his neck that made him let out a soft moan, blood poured on his neck down to his chest, he breathes heavily as you suck his blood dry, he felt comforted by your presence since he has been all alone in his life.. This somehow gave him a melancholic feeling since this was his last moments. his hand was still on your waist, admiring the beauty that was infront of him.

He then started to feel light headed, he turns his head to the side, his eyes met with your vanities mirror, you weren't there in the reflection, it was just him bleeding from his neck down to his chest, he didn't want to die not seeing your face one last time, so he moves back his head to your figure as he leans his head to ur head as you drain his blood.. He had this one shameful feeling inside of him that made him wonder what caused all of this?

Ah.. Maybe perhaps the reason was because the more he stole, would leave him less than anything he have ever stolen. Maybe it was fate that brought him his greatest pleasure and also his greatest death. He kisses your forehead one last time.

"Good night, bella."

A/N: wehehehe i love the ending of this one, sorry for yapping about the surroundings more than the actual fic but thanks for reading! ♡＾▽＾♡ three cheers for sweet revenge for me plssss!!

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗’𝖘 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊

Dazai was the winner from my last post so here you all go!

Sorry if this isn't up to expectations but I wanted to get this out quickly. Also happy birthday Dazai as much as I dislike you.

TW- Stalking

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Dazai’s face was littered with tears and his cheeks glowed red. He stared down at the floor of the trashed art of his old muse. The cut-up pictures of Ango were scattered on the floor with pictures of Oda and himself.

He wiped his tears and picked up a picture of Oda off the ground. He looked at it with his blurry vision admiring Oda. He then picked up everything off the floor and started to throw the drawings and paintings away.

A couple of weeks after Oda's passing, Dazai was in his room trying to revive his hobby of painting. He sighed angrily at his creation which was not satisfying to his eyes. Out of rage, he threw the canvas to the ground which knocked down his paints. “Oh great! Just my day!” He sarcastically said as he grabbed his coat to go out to town and buy paints.

As he walked down the rainy streets and into the art store something caught his eye. A bit interested he started to follow the strange entity that caught his attention. To his surprise, it was you, a basic human trying to live their life. How strange that his interest was peeked at a basic low-life human.

Was it because of your pure beauty, He stared at you getting a closer look at your flaws. Many of them caught his eyes but yet you looked like a Rococo-style painting. How your skin was just a huge completion to your whole body. He scaredly walked away and went to buy what he needed. He couldn’t get you out of his head yet these feelings were just utterly strange and unsettling to him.

The walk back to his house was silent only the memories of you playing in his mind.

The next couple of weeks were just complete dreams of you and paintings filled with your presence. He didn’t get to see a glimpse of your face, oh how he wished to see you’re face but he’ll never see you again in a big town like this. He wouldn’t call it an obsession but a great admiration for you just like Oda.

Would you fill the hole in his heart? The whole that was created of his friend's death? Would you make his life worth living as to what had Oda done to him?

He took a walk downtown trying to clear his mind with the rain that splashed the ground. He soon saw you again. It couldn’t be you. It was a figment of his imagination. But even if it was he would still follow. He followed where you were going making sure no one saw him. He didn’t notice that his speed was going faster and faster until he bumped into you.

“I-I uh…I’m sorry” He muttered picking up what you had dropped. He picked up your small journal gazing at the small sketch of a cat. He stood up giving you the journal as he gazed at the floor. “It’s no problem,” You said as your lips turned into a soft smile. He shyly looked up and got to see your face. A face created by the gods themselves. He didn’t know how to continue this conversation as to being embarrassed.

You thanked him again and you started to make your way back to your walk. “Wait! Would you like to come over to my house? I took notice that you have a hobby of drawing.” He said not realizing how a bit strange he was, to his surprise you agreed with him.

(I'm just going to time-jump, this story is just a whole Yap)

After a couple of months of your friendship, you two grew closer than before. Dazai was still in strange behavior as his drawings and paintings were just you. To his surprise, you didn't mind being his muse and even posed a few paintings for him and dressed up. He didn't know how to comfort these strange feelings that warmed his heart.

“Belladonna…” Dazai muttered as he painted the canvas in front of him. “Oh how I can’t get rid of you out of my mind,” He said to himself carefully making sure your perfection wasn’t missed.

“One day I'll tell you these strong desires to be with you. But yet it seems that faith would have to bring us back again…like before

[sugarc00kie5]

Shin Soukoku Angst

Trigger Warning for Suicidal Ideation

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Akutagawa wasn’t afraid of dying. In fact, he embraced death. It was the final note in a haunting symphony. Death was a place of solitude, a place where no one was better than anyone else.

At night, he often thought about good reasons to freeze to death. Maybe he’d bleed out in the snow, staining the pure white a ghastly red. His blood would sink into the cold wet earth, twisting around the cancerous roots. Come springtime, no flowers would grow over his grave. Akutagwa didn’t like pretty things because they were full of empty promises.

The blooming flowers would draw everyone’s eye if they grew there. Then, some little kid or lovestruck teenager would pull them from the ground. They’d get put in a glass vase to adore. Or maybe they’d have their petals plucked in a declaration of love, while he was forever stuck in love-me-not limbo.

Dazai had buried Akutagawa deep in the snow. Atsushi was the stubborn flower growing over his grave. Akutagawa would try to wriggle out of his casket and stomp on the flower until the pretty striped petals were smeared across the dirt. Yet, no matter how many times he destroyed Atsushi, he always grew back stronger and prettier than before. Then, Dazai would pry him from the ground, praise his perky petals, and teach him how to live as a flower in a world full of darkness.

Meanwhile, Akutagawa would sink deeper and deeper because no one wanted to choose the dirt over the flower.

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[mikaswaltz]

🕯️❆ Last Christmas I gave you my heart... ❆🍷

✦♱✦ ﹙pairings﹚. . . dazai & chuuya x reader (separately)

✦♱✦ ﹙synopsis﹚. . . 'Do you like my cookies? They're made just for you!'

✦♱✦ ﹙warnings﹚. . . fluff & comfort, gets progressively suggestive, cursing, heavy flirting, reader's gender is not stated but it is implied to be female, ( there are terms like 'doll' and 'bella' used)

✦♱✦ ﹙author's note﹚. . . This is another title for setting the house on fire along with Dazai and eating those crusty musty Christmas cookies you've made together

summary : baking Christmas cookies with your boyfriend in a late night date at home

★ DAZAI

As you and your boyfriend were standing in the cozy kitchen, wearing the Christmas themed matching aprons Dazai had just bought earlier that day, you eagerly mixed the ingredients for the Christmas cookies. Your lover hummed a cheerful tune as he poured the flour into the bowl, excited to indulge in these sweet treats. Despite the chilly air outside, the warmth from the oven filled the kitchen, bringing him closer to the love of his life. The scent of cinnamon and sugar permeated the space, making the both of you feel snug and content. Everything felt perfect.

"Didn't know my 'donna was soo good at baking cookies, but I'm afraid I might just get in her way if I offer to help"

A dramatic sigh escaped his velvety lips, soft and warm breathing hitting your nape as he moves swiftly behind you. Brown locks resting on your forhead while he leans closer, bandaged hands reaching over yours, capturing your pinkish fingers and brushing his fingertips over them.

You tried to continue the baking session, altough the profound black obsidian-eyed man behind endeavoured to distract you from work just so he can have his way with you. After scolding him a few times, he finally concured, pouting and crossing his arm reluctantly. As you reached to grab a utensil from the counter, you noticed a blob of dough on your boyfriend's finger. Without a second thought, you grabbed his hand and stuck his finger in your mouth, licking it clean. His eyebrows raise in absolute surprise, a mischievous grin playfully sneaking onto his lips

"Ooh, so my love wants to go on the naughty list this year hmm?"

His deep black eyes couldn't help but lay their gaze on every inch of your silhouette, hands reaching down to grab the plush of your hips.

"I was also thinking about how some white frosting would go along with these cookies, you'd like that, don't you bella?"

Those sweet words combined with his raspy but teasing voice almost made you freeze on the spot, making your knees melt right there.

Dazai couldn't resist to pull towards his lover and grab her by the waist, pulling in for a passionate kiss, grinning at he way you grab him closer, not getting enough of him. The dough and flour flew all around you in the heat of the moment, but neither of you couldn't care enough. You continued to capture his lips and embrace his slim, bandaged body fervently. Even as you finished baking the cookies amidst the mess and chaos, Dazai couldn't keep his hands off of you.

"The cookies can wait, we have something else we should be filling up with cream, right 'donna?"

★ CHUUYA

As the night settled into a soft and warm tone, you and your boyfriend began to gather all the necessary ingredients for baking the cookies you've waited the whole month to make. The kitchen filled with the sweet scents of sugar, butter, and flour. The atmosphere felt cozy as you were surrounded by the flickering lights of the Christmas tree and soft music playing in the background. It didn't take too long for the ginger to propose opening up a bottle of red wine, making sure to fill up you glass first thing first. You didn't get to taste the Pinot noir due to your lack of attention to the glas and as a result spilling it entirely on your Christmas sweater.

"Shit, baby. Hold up a sec, I'll wipe it off for ya' alright?"

Gloved hands rapidly grabbed a towel, wipping out the crimson stain from your sweater. You could smell the raspberry scented expensive red wine, tinged with only a bit of incense. Few drops even spilled on your neat, smooth neck, which Chuuya did not hesitate to lick clean, purposely marking it with gentle bites and hickeys.

"I think I've just found something more sweet than those cookies. That means I'll have to eat that up tonight, right, doll?"

A husky voice slipped from his lips, still pressed on your cherished neck.

Bit by bit, the conversation flowed like honey as ocean deep eyes proceeded to immortalize every response from you feeble body compared to his. The ginger enjoyed every single movement of yours, the way you twiched and gasped when the tip of his soft tongue traced over your tender skin, everything about you was driving him insane.

As you tried to move towards the countertop to mix the frosting, something sparked between both of you, a feeling that had lingered between you and you lover for so long. The piercing cerulean gaze had had enough and couldn't resist touching his doll anymore, breaths getting noticeably deeper as he gravitated towards the love of his life. As Chuuya surged forward, he captured your lips in a deep kiss. It felt so right–his lips brushing over yours in a soft, lingering manner.

You shared a brief, passionate kiss, which left both breathless, clinging onto eachother.

His long fingers made their way all up to the circular decorative vessel where the cookies you've already baked were arranged, snatching a heart-shaped one he made specifically for you. He made you peck on the cookie, leaving it between your lips as he swiftly grabs and throws you over his shoulder

"C'mere darl', I need to grant a special Christmas present for such a good girl like you, yeah?"

[rainnybear]

‎‧₊˚✧[{Immaculate} Chuuya & Dazai]✧˚₊‧

ׂ╰┈➤Just a little AU I’ve been thinking about for awhile

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Media: Bungo Stray Dogs (AU - Immaculate)

[maxorstrade]

Ships And Ship Headcanons For The BSD High School AU Fanfic I’m Making🥳🙌

(I began writing this yesterday :0)

(This is really long lol! These also aren’t all the ships, I’m thinking about making headcanons of the other ships that’ll be in the fanfic! There will be angst/NSFW, but mostly SFW !)

Warning.

These headcanons/soon-to-come-out fanfic will have PROSHIP/COMSHIP/DARKSHIPS, and some graphic/triggering topics that might make you or some uncomfortable, so, if you don’t like it, RESPECTFULLY LEAVE!

[ None of this art is mine/belongs to me, but I did edit/make the images for the ships you’re about to see! ]

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Ships/Headcanons:

Junichirō x Tachihara (TaniTachi)

Best Friends ➜ Crush ➜ Dating

♪

𝄞

• They play guitar together!

• They take a bus to school and they always sit next to each other and listen to music with headphones!! 🎶🤍

• Junichirō enjoys taking walks, while Tachihara rides a skateboard:3. After school, they sometimes go to clothing stores, Junichirō walks while Tachihara rides his skateboard!

• Junichirō buys Tachihara bandaids with little cats and bears on them lol! Tachihara thinks it’s cute 🩹

• (a little nsfw) Tachihara and Junichirō skip class sometimes to make out behind the school😭. (They got caught once)

Akutagawa x Chuuya (AkuChuu)

Friends ➜ Best Friends ➜ Crush ➜ Dating

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. ‘⟡

• Akutagawa fell for Chuuya, and Chuuya fell for Akutagawa harder❤️‍🩹

• Chuuya likes to take Akutagawa in a field and they just shoot at trash cans lol! (Idea from my wonderful girlfriend @catmelonwriting ❤️)

• Akutagawa and Chuuya go behind the school to smoke. No reason much, just to be with each other. (They’re also the ones that caught Junichirō and Tachihara one time)

• Chuuya and Akutagawa always have lollipops and always swap them hehe!

• Akutagawa enjoys biting and kissing Chuuya’s neck. :3

• Akutagawa and Chuuya go on double dates with Junichirō and Tachihara!❤️🤍

(Bratty Sub Akutagawa and Hard Dom Brat Taming Chuuya🙏❤️)

Dazai x Atsushi (DazAtsu)

Crush ➜ Friends ➜ Dating

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__ 𓍢ִ໋🀦

• They met on Atsushi’s first day of school, but met again in the Library (when Atsushi began to have a crush on Dazai:3)

• They go to the Library together a lot!

• When they started dating, they went on dates to Café Uzumaki all the time hehe! (I love Café Uzumaki if you can’t tell)

• They write poems together!! (TOTALLY not a reference to me and my lovely girlfriend)

• Dazai buys Atsushi flowers and plushies, Atsushi buys Dazai bandages and coffee.

• (nsfw) Dazai and Atsushi don’t make out a lot, but if they do, they do in the school bathroom because why not hehe! Atsushi sucks Dazai off a LOT😭.

• Dazai gets A’s and B’s, and only gets one D. While Atsushi has B’s and C’s and only one A, so they help each other :3

Fyodor/Fedya x Nikolai/Kolya (Fyolai)

One-sided friendship ➜ Crush ➜ ? Dating ¿

( kinda S/A warning ? )

🃁

, 𓆩♱𓆪

𖦹₊⊹

• Fyodor plays with Nikolai’s hair a lot! He always puts Nikolai’s hair in braids, ponytails, buns, etc.

• Nikolai sometimes holds Fyodors hand during class! Fyodor doesn’t like it, but Nikolai loves it!:3

• They both try to manipulate each other which rarely works.

• (Angst?) Nikolai has wanted to date Fyodor but Fyodor refused (internalized homophobia) . Nikolai kind of forced him into a relationship with him. Their relationship is very one-sided.

• Nikolai always gives Fyodor kisses (even without consent). 😣

• Nikolai sometimes forces himself onto Fyodor, which Fyodor of course doesn’t like at all. Sometimes Fyodor just goes along with it.

Higuchi x Gin (HiguGin)

( teacher x student )

teacher/student ➜ Crush ➜ Dating (slightly toxic)

( warning pedophilia, slight S/A )

ꫂ  ၴႅၴ

ּ ֶָ֢. ( ၴႅၴ

• Gin is the student, and Higuchi is the teacher💚

• At first, Higuchi had a crush on Akutagawa but he rejected her. Gin, being Akutagawa’s sister, of course looking like him; Higuchi went after her instead.

• Gin, like Akutagawa, refused. But Higuchi continued to pester Gin anyway.

• (Angst?) Higuchi would S/A/do sexual advances on Gin until Gin finally gave in.

• Gin actually fell in love with Higuchi a little after they began dating.

• They try on lipstick together and kiss each otherrrrnnn!!!:3

• Higuchi sometimes asks Gin to stay after class so they can kiss, hug, etc. Higuchi always says it’s about Gins behavior so no one suspects anything.

John x Lovecraft (SteinCraft)

Best Friends ➜ Dating

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࿆ ⟢

• They love drawing on each other’s papers!

• John’s really good at doing hairstyles, so he always does Lovecraft’s hair because Lovecraft doesn’t know how to do it much since he has so much hair!

• They hug a lot in every class they have together :3

• During lunch they always go under the school stairs to eat there! (Like most couples do irl except to have sex which they rarely have😭)

• They are known as the “perfect couple” ❗️💜

• John and Lovecraft like to eat fruits together, especially grapes!!!!!!!! :3

Shibusawa x Atsushi (ShibuAtsu)

( teacher x student )

teacher/student ➜ Obsession ➜ Dating (toxic)

(I love toxic/abusive ShibuAtsu💕)

( warning pedophilia, grooming, S/A )

⫘⫘⫘

⠀.　,　　 ꗃ

• Shibusawa is the teacher, and Atsushi is the student!💕

• Atsushi is the “teachers pet”:3

• Shibusawa nicknames Atsushi “angel”. (Dead Apple ref lol)

• (Angst?) Like Gin and Higuchi, Shibusawa makes Atsushi stay after class. The first time he did, Shibusawa groomed him and S/A’d him. Atsushi was confused and didn’t understand why it happened.

• They started dating after Shibusawa forced Atsushi to because he threatened to drop his grade to an F!:(

• Shibusawa and Atsushi don’t go on dates, they just stay in Shibusawas classroom :P

Wow! Thanks so much for reading this! This took 13 hours in total 😭 ! I really hope you like it❗️

Also, I’m so sorry if I don’t post for a while again! I’m dealing with a very serious problem going on in a few days, so, my dearest apologies!

[emotionallyunstableduck]

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱♱

╭────────── ♱ · 𓆩🤍𓆪 · ♱ ────╮

╰─ ♱ · 𓆩🤍𓆪 · ♱ ─────────────╯

Dazai Osamu:

Between the lines: Part 1 Part2

summary: Drunk confessions

Choso:

Forever

summery: choso has a new partner and she seemed to have interested him in more than one way.

Gojo Satoru:

Not so disastrous

summery: Gojo Satoru, slightly suggestive towards the end, terrible sense of humor.

Safe space

summery: gojo's attempt at getting back with his girl.

Geto Suguru:

Sweet Slumber

summary: Geto was your light at the end of the tunnel. Unfortunately, it ran out of fuel way too soon.

Nanami Kento:

Hell of a reunion

summary: Meeting your olf classmate ended inquite the eventful night

Scenarios and Drabbles:

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[cupids-archives]

━━━━𖥔 dazai gets jealous nsfw drabble ━ ₊˚♱

˚ જ⁀➴ ft. jealous! dazai x fem! reader.

｡･:*:･ﾟ. ᰔ: contains, : drunk sex, non/con, cunniligus, pnv, spanking and degradation.

you look up at dazai drunkenly, holding and tripping over yourself while trying to get basic words out. your were just holding onto another man however, mumbling praises and letting him buy you drinks. now your hands crawl over dazais skin muttering quick-incomprehensible nonsense.

dazai takes you outside, your limping and tripping over yourself and don’t put up much of a fight once he’s got you in the car. he doesn’t wait until you guys get to his house. starting to take your clothes off right there. starting with your small dress, hugging your frame, showing everyone what belongs to him. then ripping off your bra, which you drunkly complain about, slurring your words and trying to cover yourself but it’s easy for dazai to restrain you.

he uses his hand to bring yours above your head, keeping you under him, with his strength toppled over you. your starting to sober up from the fear, trying to mumble out pleases but not enough for him to let you go. he quickly shoves himself inside you, shutting you up. your body moves uncomfortably because of the stretch his dick provides. twisting and turning to get away from him but to no avail.

the thrusting starts off slow, each drag burns and your cunt is already puffy and sore, he starts to kiss around your breast. making you wetter by the second. the thrusts get faster the wetter you get, harder, until your muscles are clenching and you cum around his cock, making a mess all over his car.

he flips you over so your face is uncomfortably close to the window and your ass is on him. his hand comes down on your butt, leaving a large red bruise on your ass, every slap hurts more and more, tears fall down your eyes. “who said you can cum without my permission”, than another slap, before slipping himself back in. the pain mixed with the pleasure hurts at first, but soon the feeling of him inside you drifts away the pain and you give in to him. it’s hard for you to speak the alcohol and the overwhelming feelings in your system.

he pulls you back by your neck, thrusting until you can feel him deep in your stomach, he continues to spank you as he fills you up. he pulls out and lays you down, mouth latching onto your clit, swirling his tongue inside you licking up all of your leaking juices. he moves both of your bodies up, kissing you and praising you before getting in the front seat and getting ready to leave.

[raimoka]

— " SKYSCRAPER KILLS MY GHOST IN YOUR MEMORY "

｡ ㅤꕤ ㅤ PAIRING: beastzai & reader.

SYNOPSIS: dazai had been always painfully aware of his inability to obtain the things he wanted.

tags ➜ alternate universe—beast, beast spoilers, pining, gender neutral mc, kinda angsty, no happy ending, one-sided love, author is sleep deprived & may or may not have badly executed this work, lowercase as always. ‹𝟹

⋆ author's notes: another part of beastzai brain rot... this work was inspired by someone's else work, check out their account since it rlly gave me more motivation! also PLEASE give me ur thoughts abt beastzai since i rlly wanna write more abt him

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"get away from me."

your words were harsh, accompanied with an abrasive tone which emphasized the words that elicited from your lips.

dazai's breath hitched, his expression distorted and his line of sight drawing meaningless figures in the air. he parted his lips open yet no words elicited from his lips, as if fighting against something invisible, as if he was a fish desperately wanting to say something but with the lack of vocal chords, they are unable to. his hands quaked, lowering his head to avoid the gaze piercing through his soul.

it wasn't the same. it was nowhere close, not even the slightest. the emotions reflecting on your eyes, your tone, your feelings towards him, everything about you. your eyes which would often reflect deep fondness and lenience were filled with cold bitterness, there was no single glimpse of love in your eyes, it was merely pure hatred. the look on your eyes stung him, as if his heart was being pierced by multiple glass shards leisurely, each one of them digging in slowly into the piece of flesh to agonize him and making sure he felt the sensation of each piece.

your love for him, or at least to him in another universe, was sweet as a sprig of mignonette. you showed extreme tenderness to him, so much that it brought queasiness to him with intense warmth engulfing his chest to the point it made his knees buckle underneath him yet all the traces of that love you always held for him was gone.

it wasn't the same.

he abruptly began to laugh, you blinked, tilting your head to the side, feigning your confusion as his soft laughters began to fill the tense atmosphere. he couldn't blame you, if someone suddenly laughed in front of him for absolutely no specific reason, he'd think they lost their mind the sound of his laughter slowly began to ebb away, his shoulders shaking, he was idiotic. how could he forget? he always have been conscious of it ever since the reality of his life had unfolded in front of him, dazai was never meant to be happy. he had no right to, he was in no position at all to deserve happiness, not with the pure blood that tainted his hands, everyone was better off without him and it was proven by the existence of this universe.

he was so distracted at the bright sun he saw for the first time in years upon discovering your presence, the luminance he witnessed left him too struck to the point when he stared at it, he forgot his own ugliness. 

he was so preoccupied with the warmthness that enveloped his chest he forgot his own destiny.

it was never meant to be the same.

he had always known that, he was utterly foolish for believing he could at least be with you, even for a moment.

with his head drooped, the sounds of his shoes stepping against the tiled floor was hushed, walking slowly to your frame. you took a step back, slightly. you were entirely befuddled by the situation unwrapping before you, that was a thing for certain. who wouldn't? you didn't know this person nor did he give any sort appearance of familiarity, however, he knew you wholly, he knew your name, your likes, your routine, but he was merely a stranger to you, nothing more, nothing less. the moonlight shone over your figure, making every single bit of features visible, his head still lowered, sticking in with the darkness—It truly looked as if he was already with it for ages, It suited himself.

his hands precipitously reached out to you, attempting to catch a piece of misty clothes, you initially planned to step back, afraid he would do anything that would harm you, nonetheless, all he did was grasp onto your murky clothes. he loathed it, he detested it, your guard was up, you were cautious and alarmed, you didn't trust him at all. you were petrified of what he was scheming when all he wanted to do was hold you and feel your warmth, in hopes it would make him forget his own reality momentarily even if he disliked being completely vulnerable and exposed. you blinked in surprise as his hands clutched onto your clothes, you couldn't see what he was thinking, he was hiding his eyes away from you. strangely, how he did so felt familiar in spite of you having no recollection of him.

he parted his lips once again, finally opening his mouth after a while, "I won't do anything." he assured, he wouldn't be able to handle it if he hurt you in any sort of ways, he wouldn't forgive himself. you remained silent, like a cold, uncomfortable.

"I won't hurt you, It would be imprudent to do so." he reaffirmed once again, despite knowing his affirmation wasn't most likely gonna be effective especially since you barely recognized him. 

all he wanted was just to get a single hold of you, after all, no matter how much he desired you to look at him with pure fondness, to hold his hand, to feel your hand caressing his face, to wrap your arms around his shoulder, and say some kind words to him like you used to, there was one thing for certain; you wouldn't, It's irrational, a stranger would have no right to feel all those, especially when the said stranger is an enemy of yours.

feeling the uneasiness grow further, you lightly placed your hand onto his bitterly cold hands, feeling his excoriated palms—completely besparred with feculent mire—with your thumb. you withdrew his hand away from yours clothes tattered with specks of dust. you were wholly fazed by his actions, it weirded you out. he understood what you were conveying and he backed away from you, lifting his once drooped head up slightly.

his gaze was kept on the ground, as if he was afraid to see the look you held for him. his eyes were swirling with sorrow and melancholiness, small tears swelling up on the corners of his eyes, It reminded you of a all mudded up mutt left in the streets—attempting to domesticate a monster into a lovable thing.

"I apologize for wasting your time." he spoke, and with that he turned around and left, never to be seen again.

It was pointless to meet up with you once more when he knew better than anyone else that you were completely disturbed by him, after all.

It would be the best option to not show himself to you again and accept you would forever hate him.

₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ @saelique ,, taglists are open everytime.

[thewickedjazzy]

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「characters I write for: chuuya, dazai, fyodor, akutagawa, ango, kunikida, sigma, nikolai, tecchou, jouno...also I can add geto and gojo jjk cause why not?」

A/N: I love challenges and events, so I thought it’d be fun to add this for Kinktober! I’m super excited and want to let each of you know how much I cherish and appreciate your support. Have fun, and thank you for being amazing!

[nekroscide]

꒰๑ ´` ๑꒱⠀⠀or ⠀Toms⠀⠀ᨦ ּ࣪ no age (minor)

`· . ꔫ ⠀host + adhd holder ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪

﹑ 𓈒 ㅤ♡⠀𓈒⠀carrd⠀໒꒰ྀི ◞ ◟꒱ა ㅤ࣭ ㅤㅤׂ ㅤ

𓈒 .ᐟ﹒No longer human﹒ ⠀˙ ♱◞

About me!

୨୧﹑Non human alter

୨୧﹑Ageless but around 16-18 y/o

୨୧﹑Alterhuman

୨୧﹑Secular satanist

୨୧﹑Anarchist

୨୧﹑Big Madoka Magica fan

୨୧﹑Dazai's #1 lover

My labels!

I identify with condiboy, mascpunk & etherio

I'm Freyic, aroace [dreadromantic & sex repulsed]

DNI & boundaries

My dni is on my carrd

Boundaries

୨୧﹑Yes

﹒nicknames

﹒petnames

﹒dm

﹒Infodump

﹒PDA

୨୧﹑No

﹒Flirting

﹒sourcetalk

﹒vent (if not close)

[kyuuch4n]

F/O list !! ♡

Fyodor Dostoevsky ( Mother , Incestuous )

#f/o ; ♱ fyodor

Nikolai Gogol ( Father , Incestuous )

#f/o ; 🕊️ nikolai

(Nikolai and Fyodor are married and my adoptive parents)

Osamu Dazai, mostly PM Dazai ( “Older Brother” figure, groomer )

Kyouka Izumi (Romantic)

Aya Koda (Familial, Sister)

theyre mine but sharing is ok!!

[plagueoffools]

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

𝜗⠀ MASTERLIST⠀˙ ♱◞ 𝜚

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

CHARACS : - NIKOLAI GOGOL, FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY, SIGMA, OSAMU DAZAI, CHUUYA NAKAHARA, DOPPO KUNIKIDA, ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA, RYUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA, BRAM STOKER, RANPO EDOGAWA, YOSANO AKIKO.

NIKOLAI GOGOL

TOXIC! NIKOLAI GOGOL X GN! READER

SUMMARY : After Nikolai's abrupt disappearance, you continue to sulk in your room. However, on the same night you're visited by the man that has been occupying your every thought.

STALKER! NIKOLAI GOGOL X GN! READER

SUMMARY : You've discovered you're being stalked due to the appearance of odd sticky notes around your house. However, you don't mind and it seems both of you will be using other sources of communication after an eventful night.