#autistic bsd

[cyber-night]

Fyodor needs help sometimes even if he doesn't want it

Content Warnings: Self-neglect, degradation, humiliation, (Neither of which are particularly "sexy" it's more just Fyodor being put in his place through his own stupidity), this... isn't healthy for Anyone...

no smut today, sorry :( there Is a part 2 to this with smut. So if you want to see the pathetic, problematic, and malnourished, twink getting railed come back in a bit :3

You sigh as you look at Fyodors pill bottle. You'd recently put a cap on it that had a timer telling when it had last been opened. You suspected that he hadn't been taking his meds. The timer showed that it had been over two days since Fyodor had taken his medication, and even then, he only took it because you brought it to him.

You head up to his computer room where you find him hunched over his keyboard, typing away at lines of code. "Hey Fedya?" He hums as if he hears you but isn't listening. You continue anyway. "You haven't taken your meds in a few days... how are you feeling?"

"Fine," He says without looking up from typing. "When's the last time you got up to eat or use the bathroom?" You ask worriedly. Fyodor sighs. "I do not need you babying me. I can care for myself, you know." He says flatly. "You haven't taken your meds in two days... I worry about you. When's is the last time you slept in a bed and not at your desk?" He stops typing and pinches the bridge of his nose in irritation. "Not all of us get to sit around and do nothing you know some of us have actual work to do." This makes you pause irritation boiling under your skin. "Excuse me? I do plenty thank you very much. I'm the only one who does anything around here." You snap he has never been this expressly disrespectful to you. "You do nothing but annoy me and take me away from my work! I don't need your help! I realize you are too dumb to understand how important what I'm doing is, but you can at least have the decency to let me do it. As for what you do around here, you do nothing but take up space and money!" He snaps angrily you pause your eyes wide, all the times you've made sure he had water and tea as he worked, made sure he was eating, brought him food if he hadn't eaten yet, brought him his meds, all of that to him was simply an interruption? An irritation? Not to mention you took care of most of the chores, though he helped with a few such as the trash ...Fine then if that's how he saw it. "Very well, then I'll stop." You sat icily your eyes narrowed. "Since you will be fine without me helping, I'll leave you be." He seems pleased at that. "Good." Is all he says before he turns back to his monitors. You don't hesitate to turn and leave.

True to your words the next four? Maybe five days? You don't do anything for him. You knew when you two started dating, he needed something akin to a caretaker as he was oblivious to his own health, unable to feel hunger, thirst, or even exhaustion the way most do. It stemmed from his autism and you were willing to help him out of love for him. You never thought you'd have that affection thrown back at you in such a volatile way. You haven't seen him for a few days making no effort to seek him out.

You are sitting in the living room reading a book quietly when he stumbles in. He looks terrible. He hasn't showered in about two weeks at this point, hasn't had his meds in a week, and God knows when the last time he ate was. You only barely glance at him before returning to your book. You watch him lean against the counter as he makes his way to where his meds are stored. Once he get his hands on them, he looks at the caps timer, showing him its been almost a week since he's taken them. His hands shake as he struggles to open the pill bottle, the childproof cap, making it impossible for him when he's this weak. You watch him from over the edge of your book. He is genuinely struggling, but you can also tell he's putting on a bit of a show to garter pity from you to make you feel bad for leaving him to fend for himself. You don't give him any instead of going back to actually reading flipping the page. After quite a bit of time, he finally stumbles over to you and holds the bottle out to you. "Open this." He says gruffly. "You don't need my help. You should be fine." You say not looking up at him though you can see his hand trembling in your peripheral. Your words make him pause.

He tries to open the bottle again with no luck he stands there swaying slightly, his pride not letting him admit he was wrong or that he needs help. He tries to pull your book down, but he is too weak to succeed. You watch him sway again before he crumples at your feet, the pills bottle rolling away from him. You still don't look up from your book as you flip the page. If he wants anything from you, he needs to put his pride aside. He sits there, trembling at your feet for a few minutes before weakly whispering, "I'm sorry..." It's makes you laugh a little inside. "Pardon? I didn't hear what you said. Would you like to repeat that?" You ask without looking up from your book. "I'm sorry..." You nod. "Hmm, that's a start. What are you sorry for?" His eyes are unfocoused, and he's barely keeping himself upright. "I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"And?"

"...And I was wrong."

"About?"

"I was wrong, I do need you..." You nod again as you flip the page. "Yes, you do, don't you." He waits for a moment before he continues "...Are you going to help me now?" You laugh finally closing your book. "And why would I do that? You've done the bare minimum." Fyodors eyes widen, "please..." He whispers weakly. "Please, what?" You ask with a smirk as you watch him sway on his knees. "Convince me." He takes a shakey breath. I'm looking like he might cry. "Please help me... I feel like I'm going to pass out, and I can't... I can't take care of myself right now." You tilt his head back so you can observe him better. "It's almost a pity I have to put you back together... I kind of like you like this. Weak and pathetic, not that you aren't weak and pathetic normally, but... it's just you look pretty when your half way from deaths doorstep." He whines a hint of fear in his eyes. Sure, he could kill you with a touch, but the idea that he is weak and pathetic normally makes him uncomfortable. "I really should make you work for my help... but I'm feeling... Generous. So instead, I'll only make you beg. Sit back on your knees and put your hands up to your chest like a dog. I want to see you beg like one. After all, I have to care for you like a pet."

Fyodor shudders but does it his body barely stable for very long as he holds his hands up in an imitation of paws he looks at you, embarrassment evident in his face. "Good enough, I guess." You sigh idly, he whimeprs, letting his body relax so he doesn't fall further to the floor he rests his forehead on your knee. "Please~" He whispers meakly. Finally, you move him onto the couch and lay him down with a sigh.

You go get his meds, water, and soup since you don't trust him to keep solid food down right now. You come back to him asleep, and you almost feel bad about having to wake him up, but you know you need to. He needs to eat and drink. You carefully nudge him awake and set about nursing your brilliant moron of a boyfriend back to health. You wake him up not as gently as you usually would. You shove the pills into his mouth, then yank his head back and force him to drink, double tapping his cheek once he swallows. "T-thank you... my love..." You help him eat the soup since his hands tremble. "You wouldn't be in this mess if you simply listened to me, you know." You sigh as you pet his hair the soup bowl finally empty "If you had just been a good boyfriend and accepted my care you would fine, but no you have to be a selfish stubborn brat." He looks up at you with glassy eyes. "I'm sorry... I'll try and be better..."

You shake your head and sigh, carrying him to lay down in bed. A shower will have to wait till tomorrow. "Sleep, you can make it up to me tomorrow, Fedya." He nods and nuzzles into you, clinging to you out of anxiety that you'll abandon him again. You kiss his forehead as he drifts off.

[yaolmao]

What everyone actually got from the recent episode:

[artheresy]

Creating the flags content that I want to see in the world

[severaltuesdays]

Me when people fail to realise that Soukoku are called that because they're Double Black. Because they're not two halves of a whole. Because they're two wholes but when they come together they amplify each other because they cover each other weak points and strengthen each others strong points. Because they're both capable by themselves but when they're together they're twice as capable. BECAUSE THEY'RE BOTH COMPETENT WITHOUT THE OTHER RGHABVGHKVAGBHCKVBDGDF

[babygirlnumberone]

[bee-writes-n-spins]

the mask goes on the minute other people look.

make eye contact. too much, look away. now smile and nod. stop bouncing your leg. make them like you.

those are his thoughts. because too many people have called him weird. too many people have pointed and laughed. too many people made fun of him for just being himself.

oh, but you..

you remind him it's okay to unmask. you smile, listening to him ramble about his interests. you could listen for hours and never get bored.

when you notice his discomfort in a crowd. when you help him communicate when he's too overwhelmed to talk.

with you, the ribbon that holds the mask together comes undone. with you, his mask falls to the ground.

POE, RANPO, dazai, GIYUU, kenma, l lawliet, near, WANDERER, AL HATHIAM, kaveh, LYNEY, and any of your autistic favorites!

[bungobble-my-balls]

You know what actually I get EXACTLY why Dazai got so obsessed with Chuuya like that's 100% realistic.

Like when I was a little kid I was having my own existentialism period and I found everything boring and worthless, than I got into Adventure time and suddenly I had ONE thing I liked. Except because it was only one thing I got ABSOLUTELY obsessed with it. Like I would only talk about Adventure time, I would constantly draw Adventure and watch Adventure time and look up stuff online about Adventure time. I would lay awake at night imaging myself in the Adventure time world and I would feel actual genuine pain whenever I thought about the fact that I could never go to the Adventure time world. It got to a point where my siblings would give me an episode and season number at random, and I could tell them what episode that was and what it was about.

Like Dazai was also a depressed kid who suddenly found ONE thing he liked and that happened to be Chuuya, so of course he got absolutely obsessed with Chuuya and started thinking about him every night and would not shut up to people about Chuuya.

And it's been 12 years since I got into Adventure time and although my obsession mellowed out I still love it and think about it a lot but that's just normal for me now.

And that's also what happened with Dazai, cause even after 7 years he still thinks about Chuuya every day but its just background noise to him now because of how used to it he is.

I don't even kin Dazai or relate to him in general but in this one aspect we are the exact same.

[tvisnoton]

Ranpo, approaching Poe: autistic all by yourself handsome?

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Side B Round 2 Match 8

Propaganda:

Ranpo -

"Picks up a bunch of things that other people don’t notice which made him feel really alone as a kid. Then this old man (he’s like in his 20s) walks into his life, basically adopts him and tells Ranpo that he’s smarter than everyone else and they’re just stupid. Founds a detective agency just to put this guy’s intelligence to good use. Ranpo can solve a crime in under a minute but cannot use public transportation. My favorite boy."

Masayoshi -

"Has a special interest in superheroes and has a huge collection of superhero merchandise and can recite his favorite superhero movie word for word along with all of the fight choreography. Became incredibly apathetic throughout high school after finding out superheroes aren't real. His dream to be a superhero is so strong that it literally alters the world and causes aliens to invade earth so he can be a superhero."

[t4t-dazai]

his autistic swag and cringefail personality have captivated me

[chuuyafucks]

Dazai being obsessed with death until he meets someone completely surrounded by death, with an extremely powerful ability used to kill. Like for him that was probably huge u know he just didnt want to admit that chuuya was so cool when he teased him but in truth hes obsessed and founder of the chuuya fanclub giggling and blushing watching chuuya fight

[manlicker69]

Hmm so could I request light yagami x male reader that acts like dazai?

I'm horrible with plot ideas, but he could be misa's brother?

Oh could it be a fluff & smut? With m!reader being bottom? (If you're comfortable)

-sunny

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./づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘~~~~♡ * ‧₊˚*♡

yesss omg i haven't really seen much fluff light but I can definitely work with this!! Thanks for the request Sunny :3

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Tags :: Light Yagami x Male Reader, smut, fluff, praise, worship, manlicker69, soft Light, reader has healed and scabbed scars, kissing, soft sex, comfort, anal, gay, reference of Light being a God (yk), oral (reader recieves)

After a long day for both of you, Light wishes to worship you instead of you worshiping him.

You've been working all day, stress decorating your figure. Sitting on Light's bed, when you hear his footsteps approach.

"Light! Oh my pookie wookie bear how i've missed you!"

Cringing at the satire name, Light embraced your body with his.

"My love, how I've missed you all day."

You leave his embrace with a giggle, jumping back onto the bed with recoil.

"Aww, you missed me? How much would you say? As large as a subway 12", or as big as Japan?"

Your intoxicating smile protruded Light's mind, mentally lifting him off of his feet. He walked on clouds to meet your face once again, greeting your lips softly. After a peaceful few seconds, he disconnects from you.

"Bigger than the distance to the moon and back, my love."

He engorged himself into your scent, appreciating the being in his arms. He greeted your lips once more, caressing your curves with curved wrists. Deep into the kiss, Light pushes you more onto the bed for him to roam over you, peppering love into your soul. You pull away to breathe properly, breathlessly staring into his dark orbs.

"I never thought that I'd be making love to a God."

You smirked, knowing your statement would arouse him even further than your body has. Light grew harder against you, but softly grabbed your form closer to kiss you once more.

"This God has noticed your effort, and he will gift you with his praise in return."

While leaving trails of kisses down your neck, he began undressing your top, feeling you up to his heart's content. He kisses your healed and unhealed scars, hoping his love overtakes their sorrow meaning. He continues his trail down your chest and stomach, hands attending his own shirt.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are Y/n... - do you consent to this?"

Focused on his gorgeous face, you slip trying to find your words.

"You have my consent, my love."

Light grips your face as if the world were to fall on him, and pecks a kiss before lowering down to your chest as he undresses your lower half. Your length springs up to the heavens, harsh and cold air hitting it.

"Are you prepared for your gift?"

You nod with a grin on your face, calm yet madly in love with everything about him. He leans forward towards your crotch to take your member in his mouth. His mouth hollow while taking you slowly. Groans and soft moans leave your throat, grasping the sheets you lie on. Light hums along your cock as he fully takes you down his throat, lifting his orbs to view your own.

"Your... your mouth feels amazing around my cock Light, keep... keep going please."

He moves along your length, swallowing both his own saliva and your pre-cum as well as he can. He starts quickening his pace faster, wanting to see your reaction. You start thrusting in his mouth, sweating like an addict for more friction. With your last thrust, you cum in his throat, watching his eyes roll back as he chokes on you. Pulling himself off of you, he grabs your face to kiss you more. You can taste your come in his mouth, arousing you even further.

"Lie down comfortably, please."

You both let go and you readjust you position, lying down on your back, staring at your lover.

"You're such a good boy y/n, such a good boy for me."

He pecks your cheek softly, then aligning himself with your entrance. With a small sigh, he slowly enters you, stirring whines and moans from you once again, He was much bigger than you, but he could still hit all of the right spots.

"Mmm... Y/n, tell me when to move."

You huff and puff around his cock, throbbing and squeezing him while you adjust. Light brushes your face wish his lips, a soft gesture you didn't often see.

"I'm okay now... you can move Light."

The sound of his name lit up in his mind like a light bulb, and started turning his gears to thrust inside of you. Making sure not to break you, he tries to hold back on his strength.

"You're so fucking handsome I - Oh my godd y/n..."

He quickens his thrusts and forms a ryrhem to follow your moans, music to his ears. Your whines performing as an orchestra to his ears. At an attempt to solve his hunger for more of you, he leans down to kiss and bite your neck.

"L-light oh my mmf... I'm gonn-"

Light swallows your words with a kiss, eating them one by one. His pace at high speeds, both his movement and your moans loud and fast. He begins loosing precision in his thrusts as he can feel his orgasm, while you scratch his back for any sense of relief. On the brink of his orgasm, you feel your own make a mess on your chest and his. He makes one final big thrust, continued with little ones, staying on top of your chest.

"You are such a good boy for me y/n , in and out of bed."

Finding your vision after your washed orgasm, you let out a soft laugh to his humor. Before the two do you could continue your short lived conversation, a call spawns in the room. Light and you look around, trying to spot the phone. Light spots it lying on the floor in one of your discarded pant pockets.

“You’re not going to answer that, right?”

Light chuckles, and does everything you didn’t want him to do ; he picked up the phone.

“Helloooo?? Y/n??? Ugh I’ve been texting you!!! Why haven’t you answered me yet??”

The loud high pitched voice of Misa fills the room.

“Sorry, he was busy with something, he’ll get back to you soon.”

He closes the phone as she protests, but fails to stop him.

“Why’d you do that?”

You lie there, still stuffed with Light’s cock.

“It’s fun to annoy your sister.”

Hope you enjoy! I am pretty tired and I am not energized enough to edit or fix any possible issues or just stuff I don't like so sorry >_<

I also kinda forgot abt the misa part so i put it in the end lol 😭😭

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Have any requests? Dm me! <33

[nonbinary-akutagawa]

He's stiming , Chuuya leave him be :(

[kyouka-supremacy]

To me sskk is about Atsushi stealing glances at Akutagawa, secretly, like he was doing something he knew was illegal and still couldn't stop himself, like it was an involuntary instinct, something he couldn't keep his body from doing vs. Akutagawa averting his eyes from Atsushi, like he was being blinded, like he couldn't stand to hold his apparence, like looking at something so beautiful for too long was too much for him, scorching and painful

[babygirlnumberone]

[bee-writes-n-spins]

on the other side of that metaphorical one-way mirror, is a trembling little boy. is a fearful child.

he's so scared. so scared they'll see past the facade he puts on to imitate those around him. so scared they'll see his true self.

that mirror is the only thing about him that shows confidence.

but then he meets you.

you're the only one who can see through as if it's a window. you're the only one who can hold that small child and tell him it's okay.

please.. just tell him it's okay..

RANPO, ango, poe, kokichi, UZUI, giyuu, and any of your falsely confident favorites!