#bsd lemons

[akikos-tribble-army]

Finished the BSD Novel with Ayatsuji and I want to know how much the PM spends on lemons now and where they actually buy them.

How big is Kajii's lemon budget??? Does he have a trusted lemon supplier? Is the PM harvesting them themselves? Did Mori accidentally blow himself up once while baking a lemon cake for Elise?

[seukorei]

citrus friends🍊🍋

lemon boy au (one) (two)

[mishiami]

learning to see the demon prodigy as a person and a friend

[courtesanofdeath]

Port Mafia ♤ Magazine Cover

[small-sketch]

Dazai dared him

[uhhelimation]

He will definitely wear that costume proudly

[fyodior]

if i could ask asagiri one question it would be how the hell did kajii figure out he was immune specifically to lemon shaped bombs. like genuinely in what context could that ever happen

[idle-daydreams]

goodness. i LOVE all your demon!chuuya works so much? i haven't been seeing this one quite often but is it possible for an angel!reader x demon!chuuya? :0 i'd love to how their dynamic plays out and how demon!chuuya finds it fun to play with an innocent angel!reader <3 (could be enemies to lovers!)

you can nsfw if you'd like, maybe something along the lines of a corruption kink or some sort?

have a great day!! :D

Tw: Spicy/Sexual themes, yandere, violence.

Powerful.

Greedy.

Perverse.

The words echoed in your mind. Demons were vile creatures, full of anger and hatred towards the rest of the world; the person before you, though indeed powerful, did not quite seem to embody that description.

“So you’re an angel,” he mused, circling you slowly, like a predator taking in his prey. “Interesting. First time I’ve seen one up close.”

“I am an angel indeed,” you said, tugging at your bindings uncomfortably. You’d tucked in your wings, but they were still being crushed against the rocky wall to which you’d been restrained. “And what manner of being are you, sir?”

“What manner of being am I?” he chuckled, stopping before you to gaze into your eyes. His own were rather striking; he was, as a whole, inhumanly beautiful, with a bearing reminiscent to the heroes of old, whom the humans liked to elevate to gods. But at the same time, there was a darkness lurking in his eyes, radiating off of him. With a start, you noticed the slivers of red running down his skin, web-fine cracks allowing his power to trickle through.

“Demon,” you hissed, trying to pull away. “You really are a demon, aren’t you?”

He laughed again, louder now. “What, it took you this long to figure out? And here I thought angels knew everything.”

His eyes were bright, his gaze challenging. More power - strong, raw, destructive - radiated off of him, setting your teeth on edge. The cracks seemed to be getting larger, letting more of his might seep into the world. A twinge of terror rose within your thrumming throughout your body. A demon would rip an angel to shreds if it got the upper hand; this one had you at its mercy, and there was no doubt that you were dead.

You tensed as he leaned in closer, closing your eyes and commending your soul to your lord.

Instead, a soft hand brushed your cheek, trailing down your neck. You gasped, eyes flying open, to see him gazing at you with hunger in his eyes.

“You really are beautiful,” he said, his voice low. “You know how long I’ve been watching you? How long I’ve wanted you? How long I’ve needed you with me, [Y/N]?”

His eyes burned with desire, with the hunger of a starving man. A thrill ran down your spine as the realization struck you that he knew your name.

“Who are you?” you said, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. “How do you know me? I am one of an order of thousands.”

“I have my ways,” he said with another demented giggle. “And for what its worth, my name is Chuuya. You may know me as Arahabaki, but then again, maybe not. I don’t care. After tonight, you’ll know me very well.”

His hands wandered lower, caressing your breasts, your stomach, the curve of your hips. A sudden heat ran through you, making you shudder.

“You like that?” he asked, grinning. “You enjoy it?”

“No,” you lied. “What are you doing?”

“Come on, don’t tell me you don’t know about sex. You don’t know how to have sex.”

“I understand the concept,” you said, flustered by the way he fiddled with the edges of your silken dress. “But I am an angel, I am not made for procreation.”

“Aren’t you?”

With a swift motion he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he moulded his body to yours. “You’re really sure you’re not made for sex?”

“I-I-” Your thoughts floated away as you felt his manhood against you, against that soft, secret part of you that you’d never quite paid attention to. Your body had always been there, a vessel for your duties; but as he pressed himself against you, his body hard and strong, it was as though you’d been reborn for the first time. You could feel everything: the crumbling rock against your back, the grass beneath your feet, Chuuya’s breath against your lips. Heat pooled in your belly, running down your arms and up your chest. You opened your mouth, though for what, you weren’t sure - only for Chuuya to capture your lips in a fervent kiss. The air grew heavier as his power bled into the air; but it was difficult to focus, to care, not with Chuuya’s hands in your hair, caressing your body, tearing your clothes to claim you as his own.

“Mine,” he grunted. “You’re mine.”

“I-” You couldn’t argue. You didn’t want to argue. You were lost, lost in the throes of bliss, the delirium of an exquisite ecstasy you could never have imagined. You moaned, arching your back, throwing your head back to let him have you. His claws raked your skin, sullying your pure flesh, ripping your wings from your back.

“Stop!” you screamed, as pain cut through the haze of pleasure. “Stop it!”

“No,” he growled with a laugh. “No. Once these are off, you are mine!”

“No,” you said, tears running down your face even as your body reached its keening edge. “Wait, please don’t-”

The world went white-hot, drowning you in ripples of fire. Sparks danced in your vision as you clutched at Chuuya, who began to laugh.

“Now you believe me?” he cried out. “Now you know the truth?”

Panting as you came down from your high - that blasted, blessed high - you blinked at the demon, at the fire in his eyes, the blood dripping down his face. White feathers lay scattered around you, a numbness spreading down your back.

“What have you done?” you whispered.

“I’ve made you mine,” he said, lifting you up his arms, pushing aside the now broken restraints. “You’re never going back to heaven again, my little angel. You’re gonna stay with me forever in hell.”

[nonbinary-akutagawa]

Happy birthday lemon boy 🍋

[chuuyasballz]

Bungou Stray Dogs characters as random screenshots in my phone (part 20)

Link to other parts

[narrators-journal]

For the Lovecraft ask can we add breeding kink and squirting and maybe size kink and belly bulge

Also maybe reader is his wife and she’s turned on by him

I just kinda went wild with your prompt ngl. Lovecraft is still reader’s husband, and she’s still turned on by him! But I wrote this less as a bsd-exclusive kinktober-style fic, and leaned into the monsterfucking aspect to just GO HAM on the tentacles and monster angle. So yes, this is Lovecraft x reader, but it’s also kinda able to be read as a general monster smut. Which, was fun to write! Sorry if I went a bit light on some things, or it’s not quite to your liking on the details, this is sort of my toe back in the water after kinktober.

Thankfully it’s not as bad as last year, but ya still gotta give yourself some leniency after a challenge, y’know?

CW: teratophilia, sacrificing, tentacles, possible oviposition? U can kinda ignore that tbh, but it’s there. Breeding kink is lightly impied, size difference is also implied, squirting

It was an ancient, possibly outdated tradition, to sacrifice women to a god in exchange for a good harvest. Yet, ever since you could remember, each spring had been marked by the offering of a fertile woman to the god of the sea your town relied on. Normally, said woman was on the younger side, around eighteen to twenty for the best fertility chances, but your grandmother had always warned you that standards were likely to change. So, as you bathed and mentally prepared for whatever happened to the sacrificial brides of your god, you weren’t surprised at your position.

You weren’t a virgin, nor were you eighteen, or even twenty, in fact, you’d gotten married before you had been chosen to be this year’s sacrifice. Yet, there you were. Your hands being tied behind your back by your husband before you were walked down to the beach, nude, to await your new ‘husband’.

Like any other sacrifice to your town’s god, you had been tied to the edge of the dock. Your hands bound behind you, your foot tied firmly to one of the sturdy supports. So, all you could really do was sit on the rough wood of the water-warped platform and listen to the waves lazily lapping at the sand beneath the dark, star-speckled night sky.

However, it wasn’t more than two hours max before you first spotted an odd, slow movement in the water. Too slow for it to be some sort of person, but too big to be a fish. It’s okay, You told yourself as you watched the form approach and sink into the glittering soup before you, Brides don’t always turn up dead. It’ll probably be okay, no matter what happens.

With that, you took a deep breath to calm the knot of anxiety that formed in your chest. Yet,when you felt the cold, watery slime of a tentacle’s smooth skin against your own, you still jumped and attempted to scramble away. Yet, there was little you could do beyond scoot as far from the edge of the dock as your tether allowed. Not that your nerves did much to dissuade more green tentacles from rising out of the water to snake around your ankles and wrists, or around your waist to trap you in place. To hold you hostage while more tentacles emerged from the cool sea water to explore your nude body. It was disgusting.

Yet, at the same time, it was thrilling.

Ever since you were little, you had heard tales and rumors about all of the many things that might happen to the ‘brides’ your town offered to the sea god in exchange for the plentiful fish, including the exact situation you now sat in. But, in those past years until your own eighteenth birthday had passed, some part of you had always feared the possibility of becoming the sea god’s bride.

However, when you’d passed eighteen and gotten married, that fear had gone dormant. But, it hadn’t left completely. After all, how could a woman ever put to rest the anxiety of being one bad flu season away from being chosen to risk being torn to shreds or split in half?

Only to find, that the slow slide of tentacles, and the gentle kisses of their suction cups against your nipples or the tender skin of your inner thigh didn’t disgust or scare you as much as you had expected. Instead, they excited you.

Even when a rather meaty tentacle slipped between your legs to prod at your dampening cunt, the pressure of it against your folds sent lightning through your blood, and the stretch of it pushing into you was enough to wipe away the fears and earn a lewd noise. And while yes, you weren’t a virgin, as hardships had left sacrificial options too slim to offer an eighteen-year-old woman and ensure something like that, there was simply something far more exciting than your human husband could achieve.

Yet, that didn’t keep the tentacle from settling deep within you, creating a bit of a bulge in your belly while your muscles twitched and stretched to accommodate the growing girth of the appendage within you. Nor, did it stop the tentacle when it began to move.

In. Out. In. Out. The tentacle’s movements within you were slow. Curious, almost. The odd, slick appendage somehow able to brush against and find each of your sweet spots as it pushed deeper into you to explore every inch of your gummy walls. And, while the monster you had been sacrificed to didn’t seem interested in your pleasure, the tentacle’s slow, thorough thrusts and flexes still managed to draw lewd moans out into the warm night’s air. Oh god, why does this feel so good? You managed to think while your back arched off of the rough wood of the dock you laid on into the inquisitive caress and attention of the tentacles that still squeezed and toyed with your breasts. Feeding the fire in your veins that you tried to ignore, even as the more primal, needy part of you begged, More. More! I feel too good. I need more! In a shameful plea for that pleasure to continue to be indulged.

And, as if the god had read those deep, lust-addled thoughts, the tentacles that snaked around your breasts and toyed with your nipples squeezed your mounds and the thicker tendril that stretched your cunt so deliciously flexed against that special spot within you. Pulling another, louder cry of desire from your throat with the force of the lightning it sent hurdling through you. Yet, even as your blood screamed with need, and the chill of the water-cooled tentacles that held your wrists and legs down were the only things keeping your small body from combusting, your new husband kept going. “Hah! W-wait! Hold on!”You begged into the spring night’s air, able to feel the tell-tale tightening of your muscles with each brush of that thick tendril against your g-spot. “I-I’m gonna- ngh!- going to c-cum! I’m gonna cum!” You screamed, no longer scared of your fellow townsfolk hearing your blissful calls over the waves when your euphoria crashed down upon you with such force that your juices squirted out slightly.

Though, your pleasure didn’t end with the deviant pleasure. You merely got a brief break from the friction, as the tentacle that sat buried in you stilled to let you stare up into the colorful night sky and catch your breath. And, for a second, you thought your monster husband had somehow sensed that you had orgasmed and was going to stop or at least pause their movements. However, the tentacle only paused for a moment, before you felt the already thick girth of the tendril move more within you.

Not to continue fucking into your twitching entrance, though, but to push something into you. The...egg? Capable of being felt as it slid down the length of the tentacle to settle into your womb. Followed quickly by more and more masses being pumped into your belly to the point that your belly began to look bloated. Not that you minded, though. You simply laid on the dock, listening to the waves lap against the supports beneath you while the tentacles kept hold of your limbs until your monstrous husband was satisfied with how plump your belly had gotten. Only then, did those strong tendrils finally release you to lay on the dock beneath the stars. Exhausted, slimy, and bred.

[seukorei]

my lemonzai au!!!!!!!

[flamie-42]

How bsd characters found out their abilities

NO. 2 - Kajii

*at school*

Bully: are you gonna do my homework or not nerd

Kajii: are you gonna pay me?

Bully: I’ll beat you up if you don’t

Kajii: why?

Bully: *flexing muscles (nonexistent)* well you know what they say…when life gives you lemons…

*later that night*

Kajii: *making a bomb shaped like a lemon* I’ll give you lemons mf

*lemon bomb blows up*

Kajii: *unharmed* what the fuck

Part 1

[elvestoneanzelote1]

A:n- this is from a book which I wrote.

Butterfly Magix yandere Mashle magic and muscles x fem reader

I hope you like it.

Y/n is inspired as Yosano Akiko from BSD in the book. And is apart of Alder house.

You can read it on wattpad or quotev too!

The place was quiet as you and Mash stood while the headmaster sat above the stairs.

You couldn't help but wonder how he often goes up there just to sit there.

Perhaps, to show superiority? Well, he doesn't seem like that...

To make people shiver in fear? Perhaps.

Mash share half of the cream puff with you which you refuse to eat... He seems to enjoy cream puff more.

Yet... he seems persistent.

"I don't... Really... like Vanilla... Cream puffs" you said as he flinched in shock as he retreated the half cream puff with a dull aura which... You eventually felt guilty.

"But... We can bake more chocolate cream puffs and Vanilla ones!" You reassure as his gaze meets yours again and nods happily.

The headmaster awkwardly coughs as he doesn't want to disturb both of your conversations.

It was adorable

"I assume... both of you know why you both were called"

"Finally getting expelled?" You asked as the principal coughed and explained what you both had done.

"I knew I should have done my way..." You mutter as Mash shook his head.

"It will be too easy..."

"Hmmm," you were more in thought as The headmaster laughed out while burning the paper script.

"What is even more unforgivable is a world where caring is at a Disadvantage"

You listen to him intently as you can see... He knows Mash can bring a change in the mindset of the society in one way... Perhaps... So...

"I sincerely... hope that someone like you both becomes a divine visionary"

"Lucky for you... I plan on that," said Mash as he side glanced at you as the Headmaster's eyes focused on you who smiled a bit and shook your head.

"I don't plan to be one... But... When Mash becomes a Dinvine Visionary I will be one of the people who believe he will bring change"

Mash's eyes widen a bit yet he firmly nods while the headmaster smiles at the scene.

"Well... for that to happen let me explain how you can become a Divine Visionary, Mash"

As Mash quickly nods to listen.

Your mind wanders back to the letter you sent to your grandparents... Perhaps this weekend you will visit them... And even buying a broom will Lemon join? You thought to yourself self-doubtful.

"Mash? Mash?"

As your attention snapped back to Mash who seemed to be so lost now you shook his shoulder.

"Mash?"

"H-huh?" He finally snapped out of his daze formed as the headmaster sighed in relief.

"As... I was saying... Earn high marks in your school activities and acquire as many coins as possible I will handle the vice principal and Bureau of Magic, Do you understand Mash? I'm counting on you"

"Kay"

"...also Y/n" called out the headmaster as you looked up confused.

"I have heard... about what and how from your grandparents"

You internally flinch as you nervously smile a bit.

"...o-oh..."

"Your magic as Healing has not been seen by any mage the Bureau of Magic would like to meet you tomorrow"

"...to-tomorrow? It is the weekend... I mean..." You paused yourself from arguing as the Headmaster brushed his beard for a moment in thought and nodded.

"I will discuss it and change the meeting"

"Thank you, sir,"

"Both of you can leave now"

You and Mash bowed a bit and took leave while you were signing in relief.

'There will be problems you will face... Mash... But I believe in you that you will be able to overcome it...' His hand took out the letter as he sighed.

'Someone must have told the Bureau of Magic about her healing abilities which we saw... But... How far can her healing go... And what is her limit...' Thought the headmaster smiling at the two new transfer students being unique and perhaps that's the reason why...

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"I did not understand how..." Said Mash as you sighed.

"You need to be top... Tier in studies"

"..."

"Practicals... Too"

"..."

"Or... maybe you can steal someone's Coins"

"Stealing... is bad y/n"

"... But seeing your condition it is the best option for you"

Mash frowns a bit yet you pat his shoulder.

"I was just kidding... I'm sure you will find a way to earn those coins"

"Will you help me to gain it?"

"Hmm, that depends" you replied as he frowned a bit.

About to take your leave Mash holds the hem of your cloak.

"Huh?"

"Will you stay... For a bit more?"

"Umm... Sure?" You replied as you swore you saw the flowery aura behind yet quickly dismissed it.

Mash doesn't speak much so you take it upon yourself to talk to him and ask a question which he replies most of.

He was enjoying talking to you... As he found out about your grandma's love for rabbits... And how you often have to carry one thing of those merchandise for her shake.

"What type of animal do you like?" Asked Mash as you thought for a moment.

"It doesn't matter much... But I will say... Cats"

"Cats?"

You nod as he thought for a moment.

"Don't... they scratch your hands?"

"Some do"

"..."

"...??"

Mash shook his head and then glanced at you.

"Y/n"

"yes?"

"If... you don't mind me asking but... Do you like butterflies?"

"Well, you could say... Is it because of the hairpin?" You asked as he shook his head.

"Then from where did you assume...?"

"I would say it... Resemble you"

"Me?"

"Butterflies cannot see their wings but in our eyes they are beautiful... Y/n, thank you for being here with me... Sorry for being a burden and even bringing you here in Academy because I lost my way" said Mash apologising with sincerity.

You shook your head and pat his head which made his eyes widen slightly and gazed up to yours.

"What's gone is gone... I would say I don't regret being here, Mash"

Mash awkwardly hugs you which alarmed you yet you awkwardly oat his back while hugging back.

Both of you were not used to hugging or hugging a friend but... For some reason, Mash felt that the warmness he felt when he hugged you was something he will treasure in his memory and he hopes he can hug you again... Soon in a way.

But little... do both of you realize in the hallways apart in the corner a certain tall man stare at the scene as his lips tremble while having a deep frown present on their lips.

Yet he sighed in... Regret that they could have approached you much earlier.

Well, you do realize who was stalking you today... It was the blue-haired guy which you could see.

'Is it me or does he seem mad about something' you thought to yourself as you both unhugged each other.

Mash talk about... The cream puffs and flavours he wants to add which you agree to help him to bake as you both left.

The blue-haired male came out of his hiding spot as he stared watching you and Mash leaving with a deep frown.

'...why does she hang out with him... For?'

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A:n- that's all! Good day/night to all take care!

[littencloud9]

MORE gay people for you

lemon futon + "focus on me."

kunibram + "..perhaps this is unneccessary"

kunichuu + "don't surprise me like that!"

fyoran + "should i have expected anything else?"

so many gays,, also im scared of writing fyodor AND ranpo but i hope i did them alright o7

lemon futon + focus on me

"It's easy," Katai says, gesturing to the half-folded paper star in front of him. "Just focus on me." Without missing a beat, Kajii replies, "That won't be too hard." Katai glares through the frames of his glasses, but he can't force down the embarrassed chuckle that leaves him. He continues folding the paper star, puffing it up and putting it in Kajii's hands when he's done. Kajii lifts it up to the light, squinting at it, like he cannot believe such a contraption is possible. "Astounding," Kajii says. "You're amazing!" Katai flushes. "It's just a hobby... Kunikida and I used to fold lots." "Really?" "Uh-huh. Jars of them, sometimes." "Can I try?" Katai blinks. Kajii's sudden enthusiasm is taking him by surprise. "Y-yeah, sure." Katai reaches for the stack of paper strips at the side, tearing one out and passing it over. When their fingers brush, his heart stutters while Kajii actually beams. He has no clue how he got here, but this crush is getting severely out of hand.

kunibram + ...perhaps this is unnecessary

Bram can feel his control slipping. How preposterous. He is Bram Stoker, the Lord of the Undead, a terrifying calamity, the very definition of evil. He should not be losing it over— His fingers twitch as Kunikida removes another button, exposing more of his pale skin, specifically his neck. Bram can hear the blood rushing through his veins, the sweet, inviting scent flooding his nose. Before he knows it, he's reaching out, a hand pushing at Kunikida's forehead and forcing it up. Kunikida goes like a doll on a string, so unlike his usual stubborn front. As Bram leans in, nose nudging along Kunikida's neck and feeling him shiver, he stops. He's going dizzy from desire, but he still has a sense of guilt and dignity, and he doesn't want to turn into a mindless, hungry beast in front of the only human who trusts him so deeply. "...Perhaps this is unnecessary," he chokes out. His fangs press onto Kunikida's skin, right where his pulse thumps the hardest. "It is not a must for me to feed. If I were to—" "I'll stop you if I have to," Kunikida whispers. His voice is hoarse. "Do it already." So demanding despite the compromising position he's in. Bram brings another hand up, grasping onto Kunikida's collar and tugging on it, the fabric crinkling between his fingers. "If you insist, my queen." Before Kunikida can bristle at the nickname, Bram bites, and a heady sensation begins to flood his brain.

kunichuu + don't surprise me like that!

Kunikida freezes in his tracks when Chuuya appears from the ceiling, hanging upside down the door frame with a grin. His hair stays perfectly done due to his ability and he waves, eyes filled with mischief. "Chuuya," Kunikida admonishes, "don't surprise me like that!" "But you're cute when you're startled," Chuuya shoots back. His grin widens when Kunikida gives them a cross glare. "Welcome home, by the way." "Terrible welcome," Kunikida claims, side-stepping him and ducking into the house. He hears Chuuya come down, feet landing on the floor with a soft thump before hurrying after him. "Aw, c'mon. Do you want a different one? I can make it up to you." "And you're a terrible flirt," Kunikida huffs, refusing to give in despite the smile on his face. Chuuya grabs his arm, spinning him around. He hooks his hands around his neck, pulling him down with a smirk. "Are you sure? I don't hear you complaining when I do this." And then Chuuya goes on his tiptoes and brings their lips together, and Kunikida drops his bag down to pull him closer. "You're not forgiven," he mutters between kisses, even though he's actively melting. "Right," Chuuya agrees, grinning against his lips.

fyoran + should i have expected anything else?

"Fyodor-kun!" Ranpo shouts with glee, dashing up to him. "There you are. I found you!" Fyodor raises an eyebrow. He wasn't aware they were playing a game of hide-and-seek, although he did keep his location a secret when he sent that letter to Ranpo, asking him to meet. "You deciphered my letter?" he asks, turning his chair to face Ranpo, who nods with his hands on his hips. "Of course. Should I have expected anything else?" "Obviously not." Ranpo's bright smile melts off into something darker as his eyes open. His stare has always fascinated Fyodor. No other regular human being could have such a piercing look, as if they know all the secrets to the universe. Ranpo is the only exception. "Well?" Ranpo asks. "What was it you wanted me for?" An unnecessary question. They both know it. Fyodor doesn't reach out, never one to intiate first, even if this was his idea. He lets Ranpo come to him, lets him make the first indication of want. Like a moth to a flame. "I think you know, Ranpo-kun." Ranpo grins. "Of course."

[consumeroflemoans]

I found this photo on Pinterest and had to draw Soukoku to it. It’s too perfect