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gojosoreos · 20 hours
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fallen angel ☁️✨
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cewwart · 10 hours
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okay this one might need some context…
so i was thinking about bunny day (easter) coming up, then i remembered sea bunnies exist…
so here’s sea bunny sigma!! as a mermaid!!!
𓇼 ⋆。˚ 𓆝⋆。˚ 𓇼
(this is my first semi serious mermaid art so it might not be too great)
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twilicidity · 16 days
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Floor mop
*Please note this is not sigskk*
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heartsfourdazai · 1 month
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"my princess" but he's male
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my pretty princesses<3
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luvfy0dor · 17 days
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“There Is No Other Love, It's Only Yours ♡⁠˖” BSD Men x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚
╰┈➤ Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol
Warnings; Maybe ooc, barely proofread
Description; how the bsd men say ‘i love you’ without actually saying it (sigma does actually say it but that's besides the point)
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A/n; Next fic post will be a request! Sorry they're taking me so long : ( this is a new style of writing for me and it's really short, but I figured I'd give it a shot. It might be a little whack though because I'm real tired rn I took an hour long nap before writing Sigmas
Dazai says ‘i love you’ best through physical touch and small gestures of the sort, specifically touching your hands. As soon as you're within his reach, your hand is in his and his thumb is rubbing over your knuckles affectionately. His lips brush against your knuckles when he gives excuses to Kunikida on why he can't make it today with your sleepy form right next to him on the bed. He'll press kisses to each knuckle while he listens to the blonde tell him the amount of absences and early leaves he's had in the past month and quietly sigh. He doesn't care where he is either, he's shameless it's his affection and will happily grab you by the waist or hand infront of a crowd. He loves to show you off because you're the best thing to happen to him, but if you're shy he'll tone it down to keep you comfortable.
“Ah! There you are. I've been looking for you. Give me your hand so I don't lose track of you again...ah, you got me! I did just want to hold your hand, but what's the harm?”
Chuuya shows his love through acts of service- I know a lot of people probably would assume gift giving, which he does love to do, but he finds himself commiting acts of service more frequently. Every time he notices you seem tired after work, he'll do the chores that you had accidentally forgotten, even if he's tired. He plans dates for the two of you atleast monthly, always picking a restaurant or activity he heard you mention wanting to try. He does find himself spending money when he sees things that remind him of you, but he thinks spending time with you is even better. If he takes your car somewhere, it's always coming home with a refilled gas tank. If you need to lift something heavy, he offers to use his ability to help you. He'll do your laundry whenever he notices it piling up and bring you coffee, tea, or water in the morning when you're still lingering in bed.
“Mornin' sweetheart, I got you a drink. Be careful not to spill it, s'real dark in here and opening the blinds doesn't help any...we got a date tonight, by the way. You said the new restaurant sounded good so I figured we could go tonight if you're up for it.”
Fyodor spends quality time with you. He likes to keep you nearby when he reads or works, although he prefers when you're on the quieter side during those activities. Otherwise, he's happy to talk with you for however long the two of you are content with. Usually you'll have conversations over a game of chess, which he almost always wins while you're attention is divided between talking and playing, but he's a good sport about it. He'll give you pointers on how to do better in the next game. He'll play his cello for you, too. If he finds your hobbies interesting enough he'll take part in them. If you paint he'd be more than happy to join you, chatting with you while your brushes paint images of scenery and figures on the once blank canvas. He prefers what are considered more sophisticated hobbies, but he'd watch a chick flick with you or let you teach him how to play your favorite video game if it really made you happy.
“If you're as determined to win a game as you say you are, you should probably make an attempt to put more focus into the game. I do love hearing your voice, moya lyubov, but thinking about how you're going to move your pieces and talking are counterproductive. We can try it again, or we could do something else, whatever you'd like, Myshka.”
Nikolai shows you his love primarily through flirty words and loving touches. Whenever he walks next to you, his hand is on either your lower back, hip, or in your hand. When sitting with you, he'll fiddle with your fingers and play with them harmlessly, occasionally fighting off the urge to bend them back far enough to break them. In the same heartbeat, hell bring them to his lips and press kisses to every finger tip while telling you a flirty joke. He often lays his legs across your lap or lets you lay yours over his while you play with his hair. Sometimes he'll walk up behind you and whispers a pick up line in your ear with a large grin on his face. He likes seeing your reaction and watching you squirm in embarrassment in his grasp.
“You must be an artist, my dove, because you are so good at drawing me in! Hey- you can't go anywhere just because you thought my joke was cheesy! I can find some wine to go with it if you'd like, hehe.”
Sigma shows his love through the way he trusts you. Obviously with everything he's gone through trusting people became really difficult for him, but you came along and earned that trust when you proved that you were a permanent factor in his life and wouldn't betray him. He trusted you enough to let you into the Aerial Casino and stay with him regularly in his quarters. He let his walls down around you and opened up about his origin story. He would let you get physically close to him and touch him, coming to love the feeling of your lips against his, pressed in a sweet kiss. Though he still kept his independence and a desire to not depend solely on you in fear of betrayal, you could tell that he had come a long way from the man he once was after his experiences in the DOA.
“I felt so foolish after I fell for Fyodors tricks again, but dealing with the distrust and suspicion I held towards everyone else was just as hard as the realization of messing up again...thank you for listening to me, you've helped me so much. I don't think I could ever repay you enough...I love you.”
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A/n; AHHHHHHHH I'm so tired but fuck it we ball I gotta write chisme for Spanish and it's going no where I lied to my teacher and told her it was almost done it is not almost done I have barely met any of the requirements for it but I won't do it if I don't post something so
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microwaveango · 1 year
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hey. it's 3am. sigma in the microwave, ok?
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momo-jpeg · 1 year
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Babiest of babygirls
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coolyiooo · 6 months
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BSD: Sigma Smut Scenarios
Sigma X reader
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❗WARNINGS❗: overstimulation, SMUT, MDI, moaning, whimpering, breeding kink, praise, humping, pulling, begging, etc
There are four different scenarios. These are scenarios I wrote from past BSD headcannons and I just realized how cute Sigma is, so I'm writing about him now😌
I usually write BSD Men X reader (Smut) Headcannons if you want to check them out!
💛OVERSTIMULATING HIM💛
You were jumping on Sigma's cock quickly. His cock was covered by his previous orgasms and your cunt was filled. His cum made you able to jump faster of his dick and more pleasurable for him. His grip on your hips were tight as he whimpered and moaned loudly from overstimulation
He shut his eyes tight "Mmn~! Too- ah~! Much, y/n~!" He whimpered
You kissed his cheek and smirked "mmmn~ Your cock is throbbing aggressively. It's feel so good~ you want to cum more, don't you?"
He twitched from the praise "Ngh~! There's no more~ ah~!" His grip became tighter
You cupped his cheek to make him look at you in the eyes "That's ridiculous, love~ mmn~ let me prove it you" you smiled
Your pace became more rough and fast. His head fell back with his mouth agape from moaning loudly. His cock pulsating even more as he felt another orgasm coming
"AH~! S-Shit~! Ngh~! too good! I'm gonna~!" He whimpered before shooting his load inside you once again, filling you up as if he's trying to impregnate you. He moaned loudly from his climax
He breathed heavily as he tried to calm down from his high. You kissed his lips before looking into his eyes
"You look pretty when you cum, Sigma. It's addicting~"
His eyes were soft and gentle as he still pants "I'm glad the feeling is mutual"
💛SEEING YOU IN A BUNNY SUIT💛
You decided to surprise Sigma with you in a bunny suit just to see his reaction. When you finished putting it on, in his room, you noticed how well it fit you and showed off your waist and legs.You were checking yourself out in the mirror and jumped when you heard the door open.
You looked back to see Sigma with wide eyes and blushed cheeks. His eyes looking up and down at you, taking in your beautiful figure.
He's flabbergasted and stutters "Uh- l-love, w-what are you-?"
You blushed and smile "how do I look?"
He blushed more from your cute smile. He gulps as he found his words "you look.. adorable yet..." He lost his words as he stared at your legs. His thoughts becoming sinful
You tilt your head "yet?"
He closed the door and walks towards you, putting his hands on your waist to pull you closer. He looks into your eyes and shyly responds "yet intoxicating...who made you do this?"
You blush from his compliment "Oh- I just wanted to surprise you" you smiled warmly
His eyes widen slightly. You did this for me? He thinks to himself. He sits on the bed and sits you on his lap, startling you slightly as you out your hands on his chest.
He whispered in your ear shyly "Then you wouldn't mind if you.. hop on me while I'm inside you, right?"
💛YOU TELL HIM YOU FAKE UR ORGASMS💛
Summary: you tell him you fake your orgasms to get back at him from a small stupid argument
He looked at you shocked "Why didn't you ever tell me? I could've.. tried to become a better man for you" he asked genuinely
You couldn't come up with a quick excuse so you just stood there contemplating how to respond. He looks down in disappointment "I see... You didn't even bother to tell me because you thought I couldn't even if I tried"
You looked at him shocked. He began to feel worthless. He sighs before saying "If you really feel that way about me then maybe I should just leave-"
He was about to make his way out the room before you grabbed his arm "Wait! No, I was lying! I was just mad at you. I'm sorry, please don't go" you pleaded
He gives you a contemplated look "A-are you serious? You could've said anything else?"
You looked down in embarrassment. He opened his mouth again "You lied to me and got me worried over nothing??" He was in disbelief
Before you could respond he drags you into the bedroom and throws your back against the nearest wall and putting his hands on each side of you, trapping your figure as if he was putting you in a corner. His eyes didn't show anger, but they showed calmness.
He whispers in your ear "I believe you owe me an apology"
It didn't take long before sigma was pounding into you. He was overstimulating you. His body couldn't get enough of the feeling of how you cunts tightens and twitches when you cum. You were moaning loudly. He loved seeing how wrong your little lie was
"You really were lying, huh? Ngh~ your so tight~ how many times have you came already?" He asks while moaning
You gripped his shoulder "Ngh~ too much~ mnn~ it's too much~!"
He thrusts became more rough "Apologize, love ngh~ that's the least you can do"
"I'm sorry, Sigma~ you- mnn~! Your the only one who's made me feel this good~!"
He whimpers from your praise and honesty "I forgive you, love~ ah~! your the only one who's made me feel this good too~ I'll fill you up- mmn~! You always beg me to, so I know you won't mind~"
💛HE CLIMAXES FROM MAKING OUT WITH YOU💛
You were sitting on his lap while making out with him. Your kisses were making his stomach turn, in a good way. He couldn't explain it, but he felt amazing. You both groaned softly into the kiss. He's never felt this kind of affection from anyone and he was addicted to this feeling.
You pulled on his hair to pull him away from the kiss. He whimpers deeply from you pulling his hair as you kiss his sensitive neck. He begins to breath heavily. Breathy moans came out of his lips.
"Your so beautiful, you know, Sigma?" You mumbled against his skin
He blushes from you compliment "Your beautiful too" he pants
His hands squeeze the flesh of your hips. You chuckle quietly "I could kiss you forever and never get tired" You kiss his lips again.
Both of you getting more needy as you make out more roughly. This time you began to rock your hips against him rubbing his hard cock, assuming it was just something else.He couldn't bring himself to stop your movement. He mind was clouded with lust and greed and wanted to feel more of you rubbing his clothed, desperate cock.
His whole body was electrified with ecstasy with each rub. He moaned deeply into the kiss and his heart beated faster. His body became hot as he felt a knot in his core about to snap. His body moved on its own when he used his hands to move your hips faster against his dick. He was so close.
You pulled away from the kiss and began to kiss his sensitive neck again. That was the last straw for him "f-fuck~! Y-y/n~!" He moaned loudly before feeling the knot in his stomach snap.
He came into his pants while arching his back. He whole body twitched by how intense his orgasm was. This new feeling was amazing. He loved how your lips feel against his, but he just found a new addiction to this foreign sensation.
You were shocked. You blushed as you looked down to see a large wet stain on his pants. You look back at him to see him blushing and stare at you embarrassed
"I didn't mean... It's just wanted more of you and I couldn't stop-"
You cut off his sentence with a kiss on the lips "I don't mind, Sigma. I love how much of an effect I have on your body" you kindly smile at him
You grabbed his hand and brought under your pants to make him feel how wet your cunt was.
He blushed intensely "you have an effect on me too~" He gulps from how much he was salivating "you don't realize how much my body is craving for you right now. Do you mind if we do that again?"
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cloudyyoimiya · 10 months
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Hellooo!
So I usually don't do requests or anything BUT I literally love your work and couldn't resist. I was wondering if you'd be willing to do the hand measurement thingy but with Nikolai, sigma, and akutagawa? Anyways have a good day/night!
ofc i’d be willing to write this! i won’t lie though, i’m not all that familiar with writing akutagawa, so i do apologize if he seems out of character. anyways, thank you for requesting!!
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Measuring Their Hands; Ryuunosuke Aktugawa, Sigma, and Nikolai Gogol
Format: Scenarios
Quick Note: Here’s a link to the first part :)
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Ryuunosuke Akutagawa
“Hey, can I see your hand for a moment?” You asked.
The two of you were at your shared home, in bed together. Akutagawa was situated beside you begrudgingly, clearly trying to act like he’s unhappy with the close proximity you are in, but he’s miserably failing. You could see only the slightest bit of a smile on his face, though it would be hard to see it if you didn’t personally know him.
“And why would you want to do that?” He asked, his voice holding only the slightest bit of boredom.
“Just trust me,” you spoke with a smile. “It’s nothing bad, I promise.”
He only rolled his eyes in response. Akutagawa then lazily gave you his hand. “Here.”
“Thank you,” you said as you took his hand. “Now, can you flatten your palm please?”
Akutagawa groaned then flattened his palm rather quickly. You then took this as your chance to put your hand up to his and silently measure it.
His hand was only the slightest bit bigger than yours; your finger tips almost reaching his. They weren’t as soft as you thought that they would be, but that is to be expected. Your boyfriend was a mafioso after all, so it would be out of the question for his hands to be anything but rough. In a way it made you feel protected though. It reassured you that if push came to shove, he’d be there for you, though he’d never admit that out loud.
“Your hands are bigger than mine,” you simply stated.
“They are,” Akutagawa said back, disinterested. “What’s even the point of this? Is knowing how big your partners hands are something that you should keep in mind?”
“I mean, no not really. I was just curious how big your hands are compared to mine is all.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
You clicked your tongue then started to hold his hand. You interlaced your fingers together and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Once your boyfriend had offhandedly mentioned how he liked it when you squeezed his hand, so you’d often do it in moments like this when he was being difficult.
“It’s really not. You just don’t know how to appreciate the finer things in life,” you tried to joke. “Besides, now you have something to tease me with.”
“And why would I want to do that?” He asked as he subtly squeezed your hand back.
“I don’t know! Why not?”
“You’re weird.”
You softly chuckled. “And so are you.”
“Sure I am.” He rolled his eyes.
“Y’know you love me.”
Akutagawa sighed. “That I do, my dear.”
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Sigma
You were currently lounging around in your boyfriends office with a book in hand. He was busy typing away, filling out a report of the expenses for the casino for the week. He seemed really concentrated on his work, and you didn’t want to bother him with your need for attention, so you decided that the next best thing was to spend time with him in silence. It wasn’t all that bad though. Just the presence of Sigma made you happy.
You eventually finished the chapter to your book, and it gave you an idea. The two lovers in the book measured each others hands, so now you wanted to do it with your lover. You knew that you shouldn’t interrupt Sigma, but you did it anyways.
“Hey love? Can you do something for me real quick?” You asked as you walked to his side.
He raised an eyebrow. “What is it? Are you alright? Is something wrong?”
“Oh no, nothing is wrong don’t worry,” you said as you smiled down at him.
“Then what do you need?”
“I just wanna see your hand real quick! Can I steal it from you for one moment? Please?”
He raised an eyebrow at you, then gave you his hand. “Alright, sure…”
You smiled as you quickly took his hand. You carefully flattened his palm against yours and looked at both of your hands for a moment. His hands were bigger than yours by an inch or two, and his nails were clearly taken care of. Sigma’s hands were also rather soft, courtesy to not handling weapons or anything of the sort all that often. Though, there were some very small callouses here and there due to dealing cards in the casino.
“What are you doing?” He asked as he stared at his hand on yours.
“Measuring our hands, you dummy,” you said with a giggle. “It would appear that yours are bigger than mine.”
Sigma slowly nodded. “Yes, it would appear so… What’s the point of this exactly?”
“I was just curious if your hands were bigger. That’s all.”
“Oh. I see,” he said as he interlaced your fingers. “Was that all?”
You nodded. “I suppose so. I’m sorry for bothering you.”
Sigma’s small smile grew just a little bit larger. He then brought your hand closer to his mouth and gave your knuckles a soft kiss.
“You don’t have to worry about that at all, my love. I don’t mind as long as it’s you,” Sigma spoke kindly. “What kind of lover would I be if I got mad at you for wanting to do something as small as measuring our hands?”
“Ah, that’s true. Thank you, my dear.”
You leaned down to give him a quick kiss on his cheek. You could see a faint blush slowly starting to develop onto his pale features.
“You should get back to work now. I love you.”
Sigma made eye contact with you. “I love you too.”
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Nikolai Gogol
Currently, you and your boyfriend were relaxing in the living room. You were on your phone, scrolling through random videos you found interesting while Nikolai was practicing his card tricks. He picked up a few of these tricks rather quickly, but the one he was currently practicing he mildly struggled with. Though, he was starting to realize his mistakes and he started to improve his movements with ease.
You eventually looked up from your phone and looked over at your boyfriend practicing his card tricks. You then looked at his gloved hands, and an idea struck you.
“Hey, take off one of your gloves real quick,” you said as you shuffled towards his side.
Nikolai stopped his card tricks then looked down at you. “And why would I do that, my doll? Hm? Do you have something planned?”
“Maybe… Now c’mon! Take off one of your gloves,” you spoke quickly.
“Alright, alright,” Nikolai said as he put down his cards. He then took off one of his red gloves, revealing his bare hand. “Happy now?”
“Not yet.” You grabbed his hand and put it up to yours. “Now I am.”
Nikolai’s hand was bigger than yours by a lot—maybe by a few inches at most. His index finger had a few callouses from his use of revolvers while on the job, and his palm was rough because of the same reason as well. His hands also felt rather dry, most likely because he never really bothered to moisturize them. Maybe he didn’t like the feeling of lotion on his hands?
“Hehe my hands are bigger than yours!” Nikolai teased. “Yours are so cute and tiny!”
“Oh shut it!” You chuckled. “My hands would be bigger if you weren’t so damn tall.”
“My dear, my little dove, my doll, the love of my life, you’re mistaken! Even if you were taller than me—which you’re obviously not—my hands would still be bigger than yours! I don’t think this is a height issue here!” Nikolai teased. “Plus I think you like that my hands are bigger than yours! It makes for much comfier hand holding. I don’t think you can deny that.”
You playfully rolled your eyes. “Yeah, you’re right about the last part. It does feel nice…”
“I’m sure it does! Well anyways, you accidentally gave me something new to tease you about!” He says as he balls his other hand into a fist and puts it towards your face. He then acts like he’s holding a microphone so he can interview you. “Well? How does it feel?”
“Oh, just great,” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
“I can tell you’re lying!”
“I was being sarcastic.”
“No really? I couldn’t tell!”
“I’m sure you couldn’t,” you spoke with a smile.
Nikolai smiled down at you and interlaced your fingers with one another. He then used this as an opportunity to pull you into a tight hug, making sure that you were unable to escape with how tight he was holding you. His tone then shifted to a slightly more serious one, but yet it still held a teasing undertone.
“I love you,” he said. He then paused for a moment. “…And your tiny hands.”
You chuckled then hugged him back. “They aren’t that tiny! Your hands are just huge! And yes, I love you too.”
Nikolai kissed the top of your head. “I’m glad! Now, I’m ninety percent sure I finally got down this new card trick. Do you wanna watch me perform it?”
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kazuusyan · 8 months
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Coping from the recent chapter
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miaushii · 11 months
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i’m so normal about them
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anything sigmaa!!! for doodle!!
You're in luck today because Sigma made cookies for everyone! :D
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who want's one? :0
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cewwart · 23 days
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sad clown sigma ヽ(´o`;
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flametrashira · 26 days
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Nobody... and Everybody
Pairing: Sigma x f!reader
Content Guidance: mild NSFW. Sigma has an existential crisis which leads to kissing and dryhumping. emotional hurt/comfort. Very soft. Approx 1.7k words.
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There was always work to be done at the Sky Casino. Guests could always be happier, facilities could always be improved. Dishes washed, laundry folded, glasses refilled, guestrooms made slightly more special with elaborate little touches like washcloth origami. Even the most capable manager could find themselves drowning in it. And he did.
And that’s why Sigma needed you, his trusted assistant. But deep down you knew the burden of it all still weighed heavy on his shoulders. 
You walked into his office to find him sitting at his desk, his face forlornly hidden in his hands. The moment he heard you his head shot up. 
“Is something wrong?” he asked, his voice sounding closer to breaking than you had ever heard it. 
“No,” you assured him, setting a cold bottle of water on a coaster in front of him, and a plate of cookies beside it. “Everything’s running smoothly and our team is keeping the place shipshape. But you haven’t eaten since… I don’t even know when.”
He stared at the space above your shoulder for a moment, his sunset-hued eyes blinking rapidly. “I haven’t? No… I haven’t, have I?”
You were the only person he permitted himself to show even the slightest vulnerability in front of. Kind to his customers, reassuringly authoritative with his subordinates, Sigma constantly appeared in control. But it was a façade. The signs were obvious to anyone who spent as much time with him as you; behind the commanding veneer, he was crumbling.
“Sigma, is something on your mind?” you asked, half expecting him to brush off the question.
“Am I a useless person?” he asked, his voice so quiet and timid you couldn’t believe it came from him. 
“What? Sigma, no. No, not at all.”
“You could run this casino without me just fine. I have no friends, no family, no… anything beyond my work, and every time I think I’m in control, every time I feel as though I have some semblance of who I am, it slips through my fingers like… like sand.” He put his hands on his head, burying his fingers in his lilac and silver hair. “What use am I? I'm nobody.”
“You’re important, Sigma.”
“As what?”
“As you. That’s all you need to be.” You walked around to his side of the desk, bracing your hands on his shoulders and crouching slightly to look him in the eyes. “And after all this time working together, you should know that I consider you much more than just my boss. You’re a friend too. And I couldn't do any of this without you. I need you.”
His eyes widened, his lips parting as he stared back at you. 
It was as if your words had kicked out the last support holding up the precarious, cobbled together shambles of his life. He collapsed entirely, face pressed to your stomach, tears soaking through your shirt. 
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled after several minutes of sobbing, his words slurred by the thickness in his throat. “I’m acting disgracefully. You must think I’m a complete idiot.”
“No.” You patted the top of his head, needing to give him some kind of affection but not knowing where the boundary lay. “I think you’re a very tired and very sweet man who hasn’t eaten or drank anything all day. And I think you need to do that and then we’ll get you to your room and you can sleep. Okay?”
He nodded in agreement, releasing his hold on you to slowly and almost mournfully drink the water and nibble on the cookies you brought. “They’re good.”
“Good. Do you want something more filling?”
He didn’t hesitate for a moment before he shook his head. 
“Okay,” you said, trusting that he knew his body better than you did. 
When there was nothing on the plate but crumbs he let you steer him toward his room, your arm around his waist, his across your shoulders. His room was beautiful and seldom used, two of the four sides had floor to ceiling windows which gave him a heavenly view of the clouds. He shrugged off his coat and let it fall to a heap on the floor, and then flopped onto his bed, one arm draped over the edge, the other providing shelter for his eyes. 
“I’m embarrassed that I’m allowing you to see me in this state.”
“Don’t be,” you said, sitting beside him on the edge of the bed and pulling off his shoes. “It’s what I’m here for.”
“You’re here to help run the casino, not babysit me.”
“I don’t mean professionally. I mean as someone who cares about you.”
You left him with that thought as you headed to his en suite and soaked a washcloth in cool water. He was on his back when you returned to the bedroom and sat beside him, gently cleaning away the tear tracks from his cheeks and cooling him off. With a soft sigh, Sigma closed his eyes, leaning into your touch.
“Don't stop…” he said when you took away the cloth for a second, his voice quiet but urgent. “Please… I'll give you a raise. Just keep doing that for a little longer.”
He already paid you more money than you could ever spend but you continued anyway. Not for the promise of riches, but for the soft smile on his lips, the way the tension just melted from him with every cool caress. It brought to mind something you'd seen online once about using a toothbrush to pet your cat because it reminded them of their mother's affection.
“You're so–” he began, stopping himself as though he was worried he'd said something which could make you uncomfortable. 
But he hadn't, not at all. 
You simply smiled and let your thumb caress the curve of his cheek. “You're so too.”
His lips immediately pulled into a grin, which quickly evolved into a soft, breathless burst of laughter. And for a moment, he didn’t look tired or stressed out by anything. He looked peaceful, boyish, and content. “You’re sweet to me. You’re always so kind.”
He raised his hand to mirror your gesture, his palm smooth and cool against your cheek, causing your heart to squeeze. It was such a sweet gesture, so intimate it was impossible not to fall even deeper for him. His eyes danced over your features, hues of pink and peach gazing up at you, as soft and gentle as the rosy sky beyond the windows.
“Are you going to sleep?” you asked.
He pulled in a slow breath, a quiet chuckle emerging from his lips. “I’m not sure I’m tired any more.”
And then he raised his head, the hand on your cheek slipping back into your hair, easing you down toward his lips. There was a moment of hesitation, a heavy pause as he summoned the courage to ask permission, cut short by the unspoken answer of your lips on his.
A thrill of pleasure ran through you at the sensation of his kiss; eager, sudden, clumsy, as though he was discovering kisses for the first time. And god, it was addictive. Your world filled to the brim with him; the feeling of his lips seeking yours, the rush of breath, hot and hard from his nose as if he couldn’t stand the thought of breaking away from you, not even for air. He moaned into your mouth, elegant fingers sliding down the nape of your neck, traversing the length of your spine and settling on the small of your back, urging you down, silently pleading with you to press yourself against him.
Every kiss cemented his humanity, assured him he was infinitely more than mediocre. Closer, closer, seeking a connection, a bond; Sigma’s brow raised and he released a broken groan as you lay beside him in his bed, your body flush with his, your hand caressing the curve of his thigh, gently pulling it between your own. And the delicious weight of it against your core, the way his kiss deepened, his tongue caressing, exploring, his hips rocking against yours, the air between you filled with muffled moans and staggered breaths. Hot, heavy, uncoordinated, human.
“Sigma…” you whispered against his lips, as the heat between your legs pulsed for him. 
“Hoh… fuck…” he gasped, rutting against you, vulgarity tumbling from his pretty lips with deceptive ease. “Please… Keep going…”
Needy, incessant, drunk on you. His hand slipped beneath your shirt, tugging down your bra to cup your breast, your nipple pinched between his fingers as he kneaded your soft flesh. 
And with that he tensed, muscles contracting before he shivered through his orgasm, hands clenched almost painfully, lips crushed against yours, moaning, gasping, kissing you as though he needed that sensation more than air. “Nngh– ha— ha–!” Such a beautiful, desperate, broken sound, followed immediately by another whispered plea. “Ohh, I want you to cum… please… please cum for me.”
The need in his voice was almost enough to tip you over the edge. He didn’t just desire your pleasure; it was as vital to him as his own. He kissed you again and again, letting you ride his thigh. Higher and higher until you broke too, convulsing with pleasure as he swallowed down your moans and buried his fingers in your hair.
And then he laughed. 
Breathless, teary-eyed, he broke into laughter, words failing to convey everything he felt. His kisses were softer but no less profuse. “God, thank you.”
Your forehead pressed to his, your bodies still close, you closed your eyes and basked in the warmth and ease of the afterglow as Sigma’s hands mapped the contours of your frame.
“I don’t care if you have to fire me,” you said. “That was worth it.”
He chuckled, his lips pressing softly to your brow. “I couldn’t fire you, but don’t know what to call you anymore. You’re certainly not just my assistant. You’re infinitely more than someone who simply works for me.”
When you opened your eyes, his were soft, gazing at you with the gentlest smile playing across his lips. “So… your girlfriend?”
“Well, yes, I suppose something like that. But more. Far more. You’re… everything to me.”
“You are to me too.” His face was warm beneath your hands as you caressed his cheek. “You’ve always been so important to me.”
The moment the words left your mouth his arms wound around you, pulling you close to him, his lips buried against your crown. “Thank you,” he whispered, holding you with the desperation of a man who had never before felt important to anyone in his life. 
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“He's Got So Much in His Heart, But He Doesn't Know What to Do ♡⁠˖” BSD Men x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚
╰┈➤ Chuuya Nakahara, Dazai Osamu, Sigma
Warnings; barely proofread, maybe ooc
Description; BSD Men confessing to you
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A/n; I promise I'm working on reqs! I think after I do two more I'm gonna open requests again ^^
⑅Chuuya Nakahara⑅
• Chuuyas palms get sweaty when he does confess to you- you've been a long time port mafia member and have been well acquainted for years, but he still gets all nervous. He asks around for your favorite snacks or chocolates and flowers. If you don't like flowers, he'll replace it with something else, but for the sake of the story, we'll use flowers.
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Chuuya eyed the flowers sitting on his desk from time to time. He has been stirring with his own feelings for too long and decided he would just admit everything to you today- how he felt his face heat up when you praised his work and the way his heart thumped in his chest when you smile at him in the hallways. He rubbed his face with his hands and groaned, contemplating all the outcomes of his situation. You could say you felt the same and agree to go on a date with him, or you could turn him down politely. He didn't think a rude rejection was a possibility from you, even if you're not the nicest person, he just couldn't imagine you being mean to him. Or maybe he just didn't want to imagine it.
He let out one final sigh before standing up from his desk and grabbing the flowers. The bouquet of roses was held together in red cellophane wrap and crinkled in his grasp. It was about time for him to leave for the day, and he knew you got out at the same time and didn't like to hang around, so he hurriedly headed to your office. His hair bounced on one of his shoulder while he walked and his hands sweat nervously under his gloves. He took a deep breath and headed to round a corner, but instead ran face first into you, making the both of you stumble backwards. "Jeez, Chuuya, you're fine, right?" You ask, regaining your balance and scanning over his appearance and seeing the roses. "Oh..! Who are the roses for?" You ask, feeling a little bit of jealousy form in the depths of your chest. It took a while for you to admit to yourself that you liked Chuuya because of your co-worker status, and now that you did you couldn't help but with for a good portion of his attention.
"Uh- yeah, no, I'm fine. You're okay too, that's good. They're, uhm, they're for-" He mutters, trying to stall a little to buy time to get his heart out of his throat. He just sighs and runs a hand through his bangs and holds out the flowers to you. "They're for you." He averts his eyes and visually becomes more red. Your eyes widen. "Chuuya, you don't have to give them to me because I asked, if they're for somebody else then go bring them to that person." You say with a small but slightly bitter laugh, not that he could tell because he was too busy worrying over whether or not this was your form of rejection. "No, they're really for you. They've been for you since I bought 'em." He tells you, holding them out towards you insistently. You feel your heart rate pick up and your breath hitches. "Chuuya.." you whisper his name and it's like music to his ears.
"Y/n, I would really like to take you on a date if you'd let me. I really like you, you're nothing less than enchanting to me." He says dead seriously, shoving the flowers towards you again. You take them and can't help but flash your teeth in a smile. "Yeah, I'd love to go on a date with you too. Let me give you my number so you can text me about it, can I just put it in your phone?" You ask, holding out your hand. He nod and fishes his phone out of one of his pockets. He opens the contacts app and creates a new one before giving it to you to add your phone number. You do so with a smile and hand it back to him. You can see him smile while looking down at his phone, and when he looks back up, you press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, Chuuya, I really appreciate the flowers and your confession. I have to head home and make dinner, so text me, okay?" You grab his hand and give it a quick squeeze. He nods. "Yeah, you got it." The prideful grin on his face doesn't fade as he walks back to his office. He felt like a kid on Christmas after receiving their number one item on the wishlist, and his #1 item happened to be the chance to get to know you better.
⑅Dazai Osamu⑅
• Dazai is very confident. He'll let you know when he likes you, and you can tell it's different from his usual flirting.
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You work alongside Dazai at the ada and the both of you decided to take half of a day off to wander the city. You didn't really have a specific location in mind and just went wherever your feet took you. You ended up walking into a cafe with Dazai holding the door open for you. "Wow, isn't this nice! You know what else is nice?" He asks you with a smile on his face. You raise an eyebrow. "What else is nice?" He places his hands on his hips while the two of you wait in line. "When you partake in kindness. Kindness such as paying for my food." You scoff. "No." His shoulders slump a little bit he pulls out his wallet and counts up the money he has. He opts to buy himself a muffin and watches you think about which smoothie you want. You decide on strawberry and tell the man at the counter your choice. Dazai asks for a muffin to go along with it and you furrow your eyebrows. "I thought we were paying separate?" He shrugs and sits through his wallet again. "You can pay me back later." A little impressed by the usually out of character gesture, you smile and thank him.
You receive your smoothie and he gets his muffin, walking out of the cafe together. His mind fills with thoughts of holding your hand while walking down the street together and he hums at the meer idea of it. It would feel so right. "Where should we go now?" You ask, sipping on your drink. "In this instance, I'd say anywhere we could find a beautiful woman to end my life with, but who needs some random woman when I have you?" He says, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. Your cheeks heat up and you playfully swat at his shoulder. "What's that supposed to mean?" You say, a smile creeping into your face as well.
"Oh, nothing bad." He says. "I always want to die, but I wouldn't mind living in the moment with you right now." He says, looking straight ahead. "You know I like you, right?" He asks, turning his head towards you to see your stunned face. You stammer over your words but quickly blurt out an answer. "I-I mean, I had my suspicions but...I didn't wanna pin anything on you." You averted your eyes. You had been too wrapped up in your own feelings for him and subsiding them to realize that they were reciprocated this whole time. "You didn't." He says, his tone teasing and knowing. You roll your eyes. "I didn't have time to think about it." You say, grabbing his free hand in yours. "But I like you, too." He smiled and leaned over to bump his forehead against yours. "Good." You let out a breathy laugh and squeeze his hand before leaning your head on his shoulder. "Yeah..very good."
⑅Sigma⑅
• Sigma doesn't know how to deal with his feelings towards you. He knows it's more than friendship, but he's scared to lable it as romantic love.
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Sigma was one of your closest friends, and one night you were able to tear him away from his work to hang out. You were in the middle of braiding his hair and sharing random stories in your life, specifically one about an elementary school crush, when he got quiet. Your fingers paused their movements and rested on his shoulders instead. "You alright? You got all silent all of a sudden." You ask him, rubbing circles into his shoulder with your thumb. "Yeah. Uh, when you were younger, how did you know if you liked someone? Especially so young. It feels so complex." You hum in thought and return to braiding. "Well, it's real rare that you find true love so young. Even in highschool, if you stay together with someone past graduation it's pretty impressive. But I don't think there's one set way of knowing...you could say there's a lot of things that factor into it. Like wanting to be around someone more, giving your all for them, things like that." You say, pulling some hair from the top layer back.
He nods in understanding. "Oh. That makes sense." You hum in the affirmative and tie the braid together with a hair tie and crawl to face his front. "Or like...your heart might speed up, your body might heat up, stuff like that. Sweaty palms, etcetera, etcetera." You say with a smile, sitting cross legged. He stares into your eyes, his eyes full of color and his lips are drawn into a tight line. "My- uhm, my heart is definetly speeding up." He stammers, his hands holding onto his ankles. You raise an eyebrow and examine his appearance; he was blushing. "Are you thinking about someone in particular?" You ask, feeling your heart pick up. You couldn't help but hope that his next response would be your name. "Yeah." Was all that he whispered as he switched from sitting costs legged to on his knees. "Is it weird when people confess to you? You must get confessions a lot, don't you?" He asks, his fingers anxiously rubbing the fabric of his pajama pants- the pajama pants that matched yours.
You leaned back on your arms. "Not particularly, but no, I don't think it's weird at all." You tell him. "So can I?" Your heart drops, even though you felt like the previous conversation was foreshadowing his confession. You nod and sit up, your full attention on the pale man. "Okay. I want to be in a relationship with you. I've never been in one before, so you'll have to bare with me, but I want nothing more than to be with you if you'll let me. You make me feel...at home." He says, his body closer to yours now as he hesitantly grabs your hand. Your heart felt touched and held in his hand because of his honest and sincere words and for a moment, you thought you were dreaming. You squeezed his hand caressed his knuckles your thumb. "You make me feel the same way..wow, you're gonna make me overheat.." You say, averting your eyes. He worriedly let's go of your hand and backs up.
"Are you alright? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fluster you." He says, a small frown on his face. You chuckle and take his hand back. "Don't worry about it, it's fine." You reassure him, interlocking your fingers with his and bringing his hand to your lips to kiss his knuckles. He does the same to your knuckles, gazing up at you through his light colored eyelashes. Once his lips parted from your skin, he stared at the glistening skin. "This is all so new, but I want to get used to it for you." He says. You giddily smile and reach out to cup his cheek and push some hair behind his ear. "Me too, Sigma."
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A/n; hi guys so basically I think I'm gonna do a q&a and try to get to know y'all a little more and make some writer friends because I wanna get more in touch with the writing community ^^
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