#decay of angels x male reader

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

Hello, Hello!!

I hope my request isn't much of a burden-- however, I was wondering if you could do a one-shot with the decay of angels(Fyodor, Nikolai, and Sigma) with a male reader who has white wings?

Quick rundown for the idea;

The reader is the leader of a different organization called the Aviators; the Reader doesn't exactly have an ability but they do have wings-- the reader and their group side with the Armed Detective Agency because reader is heavily in love with bringing people to Justice, like the Decay Of Angels; however, something goes wrong and the reader gets captured while the three DOA members figure out what to do with them.

You can choose if it's more yandere-like or violent, I don't mind, really!! I usually write requests longer but I'm in a rush <\\3

These wings bind me | Bungou Stray Dogs x Male Reader

Characters: Nikolai Gogol, Fyodor, Sigma

Summary: Those wings you had didn't even grant you freedom

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Gore, Obsessive behavior, manipulation, death, kidnapping

Taglist: @nightshade-clown

A/n: This is very Nikolai heavy because I am biased. Also, sorry, the wings aren't mentioned as much

Y/n was a big name in Yokohama, well, a moderately big name. He was a well-known justice bringer with his group called the Aviators. It was a group of people who thought everyone deserved freedom and the choice on where their wings take them. Some of them were like Y/n, with giant wings granting them flight through the sky. 

But some had abilities that helped with bringing justice into the world. Y/n heavily believed in bringing justice to everything that tried to inflict on it. The Aviators seemed to be of decent popularity that even the ADA sought them out as an extra branch. The two organizations were seen as partner groups, essentially. 

Y/n still did whatever he really wanted under his association, but he would give the ADA extra people when they needed them. The same went with the ADA sending the Aviators people when they required them. It was quite the relationship between the organizations. No one really expected it, since Y/n was more about vigilante work and the ADA worked with the government in a way. 

But here is the leader of the Aviators, analyzing a case with some of ADA's best detectives. Dazai, Kunikida, Autsushi and Y/n were all lurking around the crime scene, looking for any form of evidence to link anyone or anything to the scene. Y/n was with Atsushi, as not wanting to deal with Dazai's shenanigans or Kunikida's harsh comments. Atsushi and Y/n were decent acquaintances and worked well with each other.

The two made basic small talk as they searched the crime scene and conversed with passerbys to see if any of them were a reliable witness. Atsushi left Y/n on his own to look for something, though Y/n didn’t know what. He was on his own, just standing out in the open, it seemed pretty safe with the amount of people around. However, there was something off, and Y/n felt it. 

Something in him made his white iridescent wings fluff out in anxiety. None of Y/n’s associates were near bye, and that worried Y/n. No one was there to protect him if something bad were to happen, well, something incredibly bad. Y/n could fend for himself, he knew basic martial arts, but against ability users all he could really do was fly to avoid as many hits as he can until back up comes. 

Y/n wasn’t completely helpless, but he preferred being with someone who could save him if he were in trouble. Y/n didn’t only feel just one pair of eyes on him, but multiple. They were watching him, marking his move and every twitch he made. But Y/n didn’t know who was watching him.

Just as the paranoia subsided, Y/n was swept away from where he was standing. The kidnapper knocked him out, and everything else was blurry in his head. Atsushi came back only to find where Y/n stood was blank. He wasn’t the only one who was worried, however. 

Atsushi went to his two fellow co-workers and told them what had happened, both seemingly hid their panic on the inside. Those other pairs of eyes that kept a close watch on Y/n left, to find their dearly beloved Angel. The crime scene was left barren by both the ADA and the Decay of Angels. Both were on the hunt to get Y/n back.

Sigma, Nikolai, and Fyodor looked everywhere in Yokohama, all the places they knew Y/n might have been taken. But there was no luck, not until a few days later. It was late at night, and the three DOA members followed some of what passing witnesses said they heard or saw a couple of days before. There was a tiny sliver of hope in all three men. 

Nikolai was the first to step into the abandoned shed that rested near a busy roadway. It was covered in foliage and trees, keeping the whole building a secret, or so it seemed. Nikolai, however, paid no mind to any of that, only focused on finding his Angel. Fyodor and Sigma only followed Nikolai, keeping the white haired man at a distance. 

The two didn’t trust anything about this place. They were prepared for any form of attack from anyone. Nikolai wondered in, carefree, not caring about anything else other than his Angel. The three stopped in their tracks as they heard metal bars swishing around. 

Nikolai ran in deeper into the building, stopping to marvel at the sight of a beautiful golden cage. What quickly knocked him out of the trance was the iridescent, feathered wings of his Angel. Nikolai felt angry that someone would do this to his Angel, no one should cage his dearly love up like this. He jumped up against boxes that were stacked to reach the cage. 

Y/n was startled by the sudden stop of the cage he was trying to escape from. He looked outside the bar with teary, enraged eyes. He was met with piercing blue gray eyes that streamed raw anger, yet there was love that trickled lightly. Y/n was left so confused as he just stared deep into the eyes that looked back. 

Y/n didn’t notice two others walking into the room that held him in the golden cage. The metal shined slightly with the whisps of moonlight beaming through the cracks of the wooden roof. Sigma glanced up to see Nikolai gazing at Y/n, holding the cage still. Something wasn’t right about the whole situation. 

Fyodor felt the same as Sigma as the two shared a knowing look of imminent danger. They stood back to back, covering each other's blind spots. Nikolai used his ability to bring himself into the cage. Y/n was taken aback by what this man did, why bring himself into the cage?

Nikolai crouched down to meet Y/n’s face, a sickly smile graced his face. It unsettled the winged boy, he tried to move out of range, but he was stuck to the floor of the cage. He felt the touch of Nikolai, and it increased the anxiety that floating in him. He brought Y/n into a warm embrace, his smile not ceasing from his lips. 

Nikolai gave the other two men a knowing look, and they nodded in agreement. The kidnapper seemed to notice the three and came out of the shadows. Their eyes gleamed with insanity, their laughing was incoherent to the three men and Y/n. Y/n’s fear was practically spilling out of his body, and Nikolai noticed. 

“Don’t worry, my dear Angel, we’ll set you free!”

Y/n felt disgusted by that nickname, coming from a stranger. There was so much going on, he didn’t know what to make out of anything. Nikolai covered Y/n’s ears and brought him even closer to him. He silently whispered to him. 

“No need to be scared, my Angel. Everything will be okay. You’re safe now! Sigma and Dotsoy have it all covered!”

Just behind Y/n, Sigma and Fyodor were fighting the kidnapper. Their anger was shown in their attacks, and it was scaring the kidnapper. The hood fell off, and it showed the face of the persecutor. Y/n glanced behind his back slightly and gasped as he saw the face of his kidnapper. 

“How did you find this place?! I was sure I kept everything out of the public eye!”

Sigma’s face stayed flat, but his emotions were clear to both the kidnapper and Fyodor. Nikolai was too busy with Y/n and comforting him to even notice. Fyodor managed to immobilize the assailant, pinning him to the ground. Sigma walked closer, as he bent down.

“It’s easy for us to find what we want. Now you will pay for stealing from us.”

Sigma looked at Fyodor with an approving look. Y/n and Nikolai were watching from the cage, Nikolai waiting for a change to get Y/n out of said cage. He gripped Y/n harder, to a point it hurt, but he didn’t want to let the h/c haired boy go. Blood splattered everywhere, as Fyodor used his ability to get rid of this pest. 

Y/n wasn’t shocked about the death and red soaking everything around him, but it amazed him how easily someone would end other's life. He has killed others before, but only because they were hurting and taking other’s freedom. Nikolai scooped Y/n into his slender arms, hopping out of the cage, unknown to Y/n how he did, but Y/n couldn’t get out of his grip. Y/n was then surrounded by Sigma and Fyodor. 

Y/n tried to stand, but his legs were still asleep and he collapsed. Sigma caught him, being careful of his white wings. As Sigma stroked Y/n’s h/c hair, loving how it felt against his fingers. Fyodor was busy taking care of the dead body, and Nikolai was gently touching Y/n’s wings. 

Y/n looked up at Sigma, with watery eyes glistening the little moonlight that let itself into the cracks. His lips quivered a bit, fear still settling in his heart after a traumatic event. Sigma brought one of his hands to cup Y/n’s cheek, wiping away tears that threatened to fall. Y/n’s voice was sweet and soft to the three men that surrounded him, they all slightly blushed, feeling honored to hear it. 

“Why did you come and save me?” 

Fyodor came back, gently walking to the side of Y/n. Y/n’s e/c eyes looked at Fyodor, he stopped slightly. Oddly enough, those e/c eyes froze Fyodor right in his place. He sighed, trying to keep Y/n’s eyes on him. 

“Why wouldn’t we? We adore you, my dear.”

Y/n was so confused and look to all three men. He didn’t know who any of these people were and why they were here. The silence filled the building, making Y/n even more uneasy. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen to him. 

Y/n looked back to Sigma, hoping he could bring himself to ask the most important question. For some reason, Y/n already knew the answer based on the grip Sigma had on him. The more Y/n slightly struggled to get out, the harsher Sigma’s grip became. The hope Y/n had was slowly diminishing. 

“Can I go home now?”

The quiver in his voice was noticeable. Nikolai slightly hugged Y/n’s back as a big grin once again found its way to his face. He was noticeably giggling, seemingly finding the question Y/n asked funny. He brought a hand to pat the winged boy’s head. 

“Oh, my dear Angel! Of course not! How else are we supposed to keep you safe if you go home? We can’t watch you every day now, can we?”

Y/n’s eyes widened, more questions and confusion were swirling in his head. Before Y/n could speak again, he was knocked out once again, but this time no one would come to save him. Fyodor carried the winged boy out of the building, leaving NIkolai and Sigma to walk behind him. 

Y/n woke up in a dark room, nothing but a bed, a desk, and a bathroom as all that filled the room. The bit of light came from a small lamp on the desk. Y/n panicked and ran to the door, trying to open it, but to no avail. His wings fluffed out in panic, feathers falling due to the amount of stress Y/n was under. 

Y/n fell to the ground, trying to hold in sobs. He was so busy with trying to not make a lot of noise, he didn’t notice the three people that came into the room. Y/n froze, feeling arms snake around his body. He frantically looked around and recognized the people as the ones who saved him. 

Sigma looked down to Y/n, seeing the fear in his eyes. It did something to him, he cupped Y/n’s face and brought his lips to Y/n’s. Y/n’s e/c eyes widened with fear, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to push Sigma away. Fyodor and Nikolai kissed Y/n’s cheeks softly, trying to calm the boy down.

Sigma spoke up, his voice was warm and loving.

"No need to worry anymore my doll, you are safe now. No one will take you from us. Never again."

Y/n choked back sobs. He didn't understand what went wrong. He remembered being with Atsushi, and somehow it came to him being caged once more.

What irony this was, wanting to bring freedom to others and not having any of his own.

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[romantic-disarray]

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜

Dostoevsky looked at you like he did any other man. An absence.

For years of working under Dostoevsky, he's made it very clear to you that your feelings will not only be non-reciprocated, but also ignored.

“Have you ever had feelings for me that went beyond simple infatuation?” A small chuckle escaped Dostoevsky, “What led you to believe that I was even remotely infatuated with you in the first place?”

Dostoevsky was a cruel man, and you knew that.

Although he was heinous in his words— “Where do you think you're going?” Dostoevsky asked from behind you, standing a few steps from his desk. You paused, slowly turning around before giving him a small head bow, “Sigma requested that we meet at the casino. Will you allow me to go, Dostoevsky?”

Keeping your head low, you heard the heels of Dostoevsky's shoes clack onto the floor as he made his way closer to you. Dostoevsky placed a gloved hand under your chin and made you look up at him, a gentle smile on his face, yet it still managed to send shivers down your spine at the sight of it.

“I'm afraid I can't let you go, F/n. I still have a job that you have yet to fulfill.”—Dostoevsky still held a possessive nature around you.

Dostoevsky had a habit of berating you for doing something with people other than him. He wanted you to stay close to him, and only him, because he loved you.

... He loved you?

No— He didn't feel love; he felt obsession.

Dostoevsky was obsessed with you.

He will do anything—and I mean anything—to keep you near him. Although he might not make it up to you in words, you were able to discern his true intentions from his behavior.

You smiled up at Dostoevsky, “I understand, Sir.” He could only grin at your obedience. “Excellent.”

Dostoevsky was equally fixated on you as you were with him.

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜

[writer-komaru]

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✧Rating: Smut + Exhibitionism

✧Characters: Nikolai

✧Word Count: 3.2k

✧Summary: While participating in a very important annual agency meeting every member is forced to attend, you find yourself in a very stressful situation. You’re completely at the mercy of a very aroused and sadistic clown, one who’s ready to make your life as hard as possible. As sudden, familiar hands appear out of nowhere and start groping you from under your clothes, you soon find out just how hard he can make you~

The dreaded time was finally here. Once the clock struck 2:30, you watched as Kenji, Dazai, Kunikida, and Atsushi flooded into the meeting room. You closed your laptop and sighed to yourself. This would be your first real meeting as a new member of the esteemed armed detective agency and you were both excited and terrified. Being in a room full of some of the strongest gifted in all of Japan was more nerve racking than getting pulled over in the middle of nowhere! Nonetheless, you knew you were ready for this. You took a seat next to Junichiro and Kyoka, looking up at the white board in the center of the room pinned with at least 20 photos and newspaper clippings. Kunikida stood next to it with a long ruler in his hand, giving everyone an authoritative stare, like a teacher ready to scold a group of misbehaving students.

“For today’s annual group meeting, I’ll be starting it by addressing our most recent case!” His glasses flashed with determination as he cracked the ruler against the white board, using it to point at one of the pictures. Atsushi jumped at the noise, Dazai rolled his eyes, and Yosano rested her head against her left hand.

“The case deals with a large-scale human trafficking scandal being sponsored by the port mafia. We’ve managed to collect a few pictures, physical evidence, witness testimony, and a few newspaper clippings detailing some of the people involved. It’s our duty to locate the victims and ensure they return to their families safely and arrest the perpetrators. The first suspect is- Ranpo are you SLEEPING!!?!” Kunikida bears his teeth and slaps the ruler against the table to wake him up.

“I’d much rather be asleep than attending this boring meeting,” he raised his head and yawned, clearly unbothered by the threat of human trafficking. Does he not care about the people in danger or does he not see it as a big deal? Wasn’t he the detective prodigy the agency was built around?

“Maybe I’ll let you take a nap if you help us locate their base of operations,” Kunikida crossed his arms and huffed.

While you watched with confusion as Ranpo revealed a long explanation of the case, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Good thing you put it on silent; if all the attention was suddenly on you, you might just curl up in a ball and return to the soil. You took your phone out of your pocket and sneakily hid it under the table. You were getting a call from…. Your eyes widened in fear. Why now, if all times?!

“U-uh, can I use the bathroom real quick? It’s an emergency,” your trembling hand rose to ask the question, causing your fear of being in the spotlight to come true.

“I’m sorry but you should have gone before the meeting started. Rules are no one can leave until the meeting is over,” Kunikida’s wrath snapped to Dazai, “Including you too!!”

“Hey I haven't even done anything yet!” He held his hands up defensively.

“Yeah yeah, emphasis on YET!” He growled back.

Your worried eyes looked back to your phone, finger hovering between the accept and decline buttons. The caller ID pfp was almost taunting you. If you didn’t take this call, you knew damn well you’d be punished somehow, but if you took it, the private info being discussed could be leaked. You just couldn’t risk your relationship with the ADA so soon. With a heavy heart you hit the decline button, praying to your lucky stars he would shed even a sliver of mercy on you this time. Just before you could put your phone back into your pocket, an ominous text was sent to your phone; It was from him.

‘Playing hard to get, my darling dove? You know what happens when you try to ignore me~ come on, let’s have some fun together!~ Fwahahah!~♦️ See you soon! Your love, Nikolai~’

Well shit, now you’re definitely fucked. That’s what you get for testing the will of a deviant like him. You shifted nervously in your seat, anticipating the tricks he might try to experiment on you. Suddenly, you felt a light hand tap on your shoulder.

“Ah?!” You gasp, only to see it was Kyoka. She didn’t respond, only giving you a look that read, ‘Are you alright?’ It wasn’t a look she gave very many people, you’ve found out. You smiled and shared a nod, making her nod back. As your eyes returned to Kunikida as he continued his rant, a faint golden glow from under the table made your blood run cold. The glow expanded into a glittering swirl of sparkles, like a whirlpool of liquid sunshine. It was almost hypnotic. Out from the circle appeared a frighteningly familiar gloved hand, holding a singular playing card. What pentrified you was not the random floating hand coming out of what appeared to be a portal, but the details of the card. It meant two things. One, Nikolai was ready to play his sadistic little game with you. Two, you were both lucky and deeply misfortunate.

Nikolai was a very sly and cheeky character when it comes to you. He treats you both like a sweet pet he loves to pamper and play with, and like a little ragdoll he uses for when he gets bored. That’s just the price you have to pay for making a deal with the devil. And the word devil is no exaggeration. His little games he plays with you vary in extremes; he can go from playing fluffy games like tag (but he always cheats and uses his teleportation), tickle fights, riddles, hide and seek (which he also cheats on too), magic tricks, and dress up. To more explicit games like lewd cat and mouse, stamina tests, edging, exhibitionism, mind break, and seduction. To more dangerous games he uses as punishment, like knife play, gun play, public humiliation, choking, bondage, psychological abuse, somnophilia, and even roping his fellow angels of decay into torturing you. The memories make you shudder. He ties these levels of debauchery with a specific type of playing card. (I know all of this sounds unnecessary and extreme but that’s just his forte. He gets off on the chaos.) Diamonds mean he’s too busy to play an actual game but still wants to share his love with you. Spades mean he’s about to play a friendly game. Hearts mean he’s about to play an explicit game. And clubs means he’s about to play a dangerous game. Their numbers and houses signal the exact game and severity he’ll put you through, but there’s just no way you can memorize all 52 of them. Sometimes you think he comes up with them on the spot and pretends like he’s planned out the games from the start.

Nevertheless, the card held up proudly in between two fingers was a frightening Queen of hearts. You felt your thighs immediately rub together as a blanket of heat fell over your body. Oh, you were really in for it now. The card and the hand holding it vanished just as randomly as it appeared, triggering the calm before the storm. You wanted to run out of the room and hide, lock yourself in a bathroom stall and brace yourself for the torment he has planned for you. But not only was it likely someone would follow you, but you would probably get in deep trouble.

Shit shit shit…

Suddenly, the portal reappeared underneath your right leg and two fingers began to stroke your inner thigh, painting your skin in goosebumps. It was light and delicate, but calculated enough to send shockwaves straight to your heated core. You shivered as they inched closer to your bulge; making you embarrassingly cover the inappropriate sight with the hem of your loose tee. Trying to keep a poker face and ignore it was the only option you had at this point. But you know the clown has his ways to make you break.

“If we can station Kenji at the entrance of their base, we can distract the guards long enough to let the rest of us sneak in. Kyoka and Atsushi will search the halls and take out the rest of the guards, me and Junichiro will sneak into the bunker and look for the victims, Dazai and Y/N will secure the perimeter in case they call in backup. Any objections?” Kunikida ordered, slapping the ruler against his hand.

“Sounds great to me, but are you sure that’s alright with Y/N? He’s pretty neeewww~” Dazai glances over to you with a smirk. Oh how desperately you wanted to smack him for bringing the attention yet again back to you at literally the worst time possible.

“I believe Y/N is more than capable of handling their task. You on the other hand is a different story,” he grunted and crossed his arms again.

“Aw come on; I’m a trustworthy guy, Kunikida, you know that~” Dazai stuck out his tongue playfully.

“Settle down you two. Let Y/N speak,” Fukuzawa’s voice was like a growling lion, freezing the two men in place like icicles.

“Y-yes sir!” Kunikida exclaimed, bowing dramatically.

Dazai chuckled behind his hand, sending the blonde man a teasing smirk. Kunikida ignored him, focusing his eyes on your twitching form. He raised an eyebrow, “Are you alright, Y/N? You look like you caught a fever.”

“If it’s a fever… I can treat that easily~” Yosano chimed in, sharing an eerie grin.

You cleared your throat as both his hands began to stroke up and down your thighs, his fingertips ghosting over your plush skin in just the way to make your spine quiver, “I-I’m alright, just a bit nervous is all.”

“You don’t need to be nervous, I know you’ll do great, Y/N,” Atsushi smiles.

“And Dazai may seem like a lazy idiot, but as much as I hate to admit it, he’s a dependable ally,” Kunikida pushes up his glasses.

“You’ll…. Do okay,” Kyoka tries to comfort, but instead sounds a bit cold.

“Trust in your abilities and do your very best,” Junichiro uplifts.

“We have your back just like you have ours. We can do this together,” Kenji pumps a fist into the air.

Fukuzawa stays silent, but gives you a reassuring nod.

“T-thank you all. I feel a lot better n-ngh-“ your voice catches in your throat as the sinful fingers of Nikolai trace over your clothed sex, pressing small strokes from your twitching head. That bastard; you hated how he had arousing you down to an art form. Even from behind the portal, he could sense every hitch of your breath, tense of your thighs, and drop of sweat on your brow.

As the rest of the members continued to discuss the case, you let out a sigh of relief. At least they weren’t staring directly into your soul anymore. But the feeling was short lived as a pair of curious eyes stayed on you. The eyes of the master detective. You shivered in your seat; could he tell what was going on between your legs? The likelihood was alarmingly high. The only thing you could do was try to play it off as Nikolai pulled down your fly along with your boxers, letting your length spring free. It felt humiliating, how hard and wet you felt already, fighting back the urge to buck into anything that could give you some sort of stimulation.

“Ehehehhe~ what a naughty pet, being so deliciously horny during an important meeting~ I wonder how easy I bet it would be to coax out a little whimper from you~” a sadistic whisper echoed from the portal as two fingers squeezed and rubbed your head around between them. Before you could bite your lip, a groan escaped your lips. God damn it. You looked around fearfully if anyone heard that, mentally cursing at yourself for letting him get to you so easily. Thankfully, no one seemed to hear it.

“Oh ho ho!~ how delightful~” Nikolai chuckled through the portal, wrapping his hand around your dick and pumping it slowly, making your eyes screw shut. He made sure to give your head a few rubs with his thumb every so often just to stimulate you a little more. If things couldn’t get worse, you felt two fingers pressing right against your taint. Your legs trembled more and more, the temptation to buck into his hand becoming more of a guarantee than a fantasy. Was he really going to make you cum in front of the whole agency?!

Your hips lurched forward, ever so slightly fucking your aching dick into the tight grip of his hand, playing into the perverse little game he was putting you through. Suddenly, to your relief and dismay, his hands retreated back into the portals and disappeared.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re okay?” Junichiro asked with a concerned expression.

“Uh… it’s complicated,” you chuckled, scratching the back of your neck.

As Junichiro tried to push you for answers, the faint golden glow out of the corner of your eye told you Nikolai was clearly not willing to give up yet.

“Don’t worry, if it’s something serious, I’ll make sure to tell you- H-huh?!“ To your horror, your throbbing length is enveloped in a warm, wet, velvety feeling. You peeked under the table to find yourself face to face with Nikolai himself, fully taking your sex into the hot expanse of his mouth and bobbing his head up and down. The playful smirk he gave you made your blood boil with anger and arousal.

“Are you sure you’re alright…?” Jumichiro tilted his head curiously and tried to catch a glance of what you were looking at under the table. You quickly pushed Nikolai’s head off your dick and covered yourself with your shirt.

“Yeah, absolutely great. Perfect, even,” you hissed through your teeth. Junichiro gave you a shrug and turned back to the white board, leaving you to deal with the ruthless incubus under the table.

“Come on, let me get an actual taste this time~ you can’t avoid me forever~” his eyes narrowed as he smirked up at you.

“H-hey, w-wait- Ahh!~” a moan slips from your lips as his mouth slides back up and down your dick, making your whole body tremble.

“Please please, not here, please, not here,” you begged weakly, gripping his hair. You wanted to push his mouth off you again but to your surprise and his delight, you shoved your dick into the back of his throat, groaning as his tongue lapped at the bulging vein under your cock. There’s just no use trying to fight it anymore; you lost the very second you saw that dreadful queen of hearts.

“Good little dove… just give in; let them catch us, it’ll be more fun that way~” he cooed to you as your sex slid even further into his lewd mouth. It just felt so good, so wrong yet so right. The needy pulses of your cockhead against the back of his throat made your mind go blank. More, more, more; you just couldn’t stop craving more. Nikolai’s minaical chuckles grew louder and louder as you urgently humped against his mouth. As his free hand tucked back into his magic cloak, you felt a familiar firm rub against your taint. At that moment, you could care less if the room was empty or filled with 100 people. The only thought in your mind was to cum, to paint his mouth white with your built up seed. More more more, all you wanted was more.

“That’s right… Go wild… show your agency freinds how much fun we have together~” His words sounded like choking against the thrusting of your dick, transforming into a cackle as your head flew back to release a needy moan. Your dick throbbed wildly in his mouth and the knot in your stomach began to tighten, the humiliation sending tears pouring from your eyes. Everything was going exactly to Nikolai’s plan.

“Damn it… damn it damn it da-ahhh~ Aghhh!!~” One final convulsion of your head sent hot cum squirting directly down his throat, the leftover mess filling his mouth and dripping from his smirking lips. You let out a whine as come cum even splattered on his cheek. He licked it off with an evil smirk, just like the cock hungry whore he is.

“What a beautiful performance~ you did so well, my doll~” he crawled out from under the table and to your horror sat right on your lap.

“W-W-WAIT, they will see u-ughhh~” your eyes rolled back as he rubbed himself against your abused cock, giving out a series of strained whines.

“Look around, silly dove~ what do you see?”

He leaned down and whispered in your ear, licking a long stripe up your neck. When your blurry eyes adjusted to your surroundings, you realized the room was different. Instead of being greeted with the disgusted faces of your coworkers, you instead found the room totally empty. But how can that be? Did he use his portal on them? No, he would need to use his cape for that, but the whole time it was neatly resting on his shoulders.

“Stumped?~ I’d love to tease you more, but because you were so good in letting me torture you a little, I’ll reveal the secret~ it was all thanks to Junichiro and Ranpo!~” he exclaimed cheerfully, sending you a wink, “While you were too busy helping yourself to my warm mouth, Ranpo immediately knew what was happening. He passed Junichiro a note to use an illusion on the room to make it seem like everyone was still talking while they all left so we could have some free time together~”

Even though the news wasn’t exactly surprising, your cheeks still burned with embarrassment. You knew Ranpo would find out but god did it still suck.

You groaned and hid your face in your hands, “Why did you have to do that? I’ll never be able to look any of them in the eyes anymore…”

“Awww, dove, don’t be like that~ You were having so much fun weren’t you?~ Why not we… have a round two?~” he chuckles sinfully as he slides his striped pants down and lines himself over your oozing dick. He licks his lips as he slams himself down on you, panting and laughing as he rides the life out of you.

“N-no no no, ughhh n-nooo we’re gunna to get f-found aghhhh-a-again~” you whine as he uses your dick like a dildo. It felt really fucking good but dreadfully shameful. He slaps a hand over your drooling mouth and stares directly into your eyes.

“One more word out of you and I’ll edge you for two months,” he threatens, making your skin crawl. You knew damn well he meant it. All you can do is lay beneath him as he uses you for his pleasure, proving to you just how helpless you are when it comes to him. As a second orgasm builds in your lower stomach, you once again pray to whatever god there is out there everyone in the agency won’t hear you two thrusting against each other like animals in rut.

Curse that queen of hearts. ♥️

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[banzaitaka]

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[neuvistar]

I'm IN LOVE with your jingren x reader post like my toes be curling while my heart be fluttering GOSH.

Can I request blade doing the unspeakable with us then getting caught by Jing Yuan but Jing decided he just wanted to watch blade fucking our minds out 🤭🤭🤭

WITNESS IT ALL!

— featuring ┊blade x f!reader x jing yuan

— warnings / content warnings ┊not proofread, kinda sloppy n messy, male masturbation (jing yuan), dirty talk, slight degradation, blade jus being a lil jerk, uhmm. slight choking? blade referred to as “ren” here, use of nicknames, bladie being rough w u i think, overall suggestive content | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊MM IM SO SORRY 4 THE LATE UPLOAD ANON! 😭😭 but YES YES i can imagine jing yuan keepin it low at first as he watches blade fuck ur brains out, hand stroking his cock while he watches ! this has been decaying in my drafts 4 so long i’m so sorry sweetheart i got back from a mini break >:>

“r-ren! s’ messy.. you already came too much already..!” you whined, pouting as your fingers desperately tugged at his hair, a groan erupting from his throat as he bit down on your shoulder to suppress his grunts, breathing heavily against your skin as he bit you hard enough to make your body jump. two. that was two, two orgasms. he came inside you the second time, biting his bottom lip at how tight you squeezed around his twitching cock.

“i thought i heard you say that you wanted to make it a third time, precious.” was all he whispered against you before shoving himself up deeper and deeper with each thrust, trapping his cum inside your drenched cunt as his fingers tightened around on your throat, watching as your expression switched to one with need. saliva spilled from the side of your mouth, eyes widened with surprise and lust as you whimpered at how rough he was with you, legs spasming around his waist. your boyfriend lightly choked you out, not wanting to go too overboard as his hand clasped around your mouth, watching your lewd expressions with a smirk. he knew he was stretching you over your limits, stretching out your poor pussy as well in the process. blade was hungry for you, pinning your wrists down over your head as his fingers intertwined with yours, licking his lips at how full you must’ve been, stuffing you with his cum as his cock bullied itself inside your hole with your eyes rolling to the back of your head, arching your back at how good it felt.

“that’s it, princess. you like it when i hit that sweetspot of yours? you like it when i use your body in such lewd ways like this, hm? you’re such a fucking whore, aren’t you.. but I'm not complaining now am i, my pretty girl?” he muttered lowly in your ear, biting down on your earlobe gently as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pouring his tongue inside your mouth.

blade’s eyes widened in pleasure, eyes nearly rolling into his head as he found a new angle, frustratingly thrusting faster into your stuffed cunny. “i’m gonna cum a third time if you keep tightening around me so fucking nicely, pretty. fuck.. you love getting used as nothing but a fucktoy, hm? poor girl you are..” he caressed your cheek, planting a small kiss on your nose as she chuckled at how exhausted you were, sweat dripping all over your body. “you can't do anything but sit here and get fucked absolutely fucking raw, but you like that do you? i bet you fucking do.”

“ren.. ren! p-please..” you wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing against his neck as he hooked his arm under your knee, pushing it against your chest as he grunted at how tightly you were pulsing around him now, you were close. “c-can’t..”

“you can take it, stop whining pretty. quit lying to yourself, you know how much you love this as much as i do. fuckin’ slut for my cock you are..” his hips rolled against yours, a more rougher and quickened pace as he brought his voice down to a whisper, mumbling a few things in your ear. “think about it like this, angel. how embarrassing would it be if we both got caught, hm? how embarrassing would it be to have someone see me fucking you like this. how fucking embarrassing it would be if it was none other than the general himself, hm?”

unknowing to both of you, it seems blade already predicted that exact scenario. jing yuan stood outside of the room you both were in, pants slightly tugged down as his cock was relying on his fingers.. jerking off at the sight of blade fucking you roughly. the general knew it was wrong to stay here and just get off to this, but he couldn’t stop himself no matter how hard he tried to. jing yuan bit his lip, hissing at the discomfort of his erected cock.. he threw his head back at the thought of him fucking you dumb, he could do so much better than that criminal, he thought. no! she shouldn’t be thinking of that.. he shouldn’t! but.. he couldn’t stop. the white haired male glanced over his shoulder, stroking his cock at the same rhythm blade thrusted into you. the general couldn’t help but smile at how fucked out you were, looking over the door frame seeing just how lewd you looked right now.. the sounds you made, the faces he tried to take in of you almost came straight from a pornagraphic video.

a low chuckle left blade’s lips as he watched you squirming in his touch with your mouth slightly hung open as you tightened your grip around his neck.. never putting a stop to his sharp thrusts. “cmon be shy, precious. let me hear you..." blade’s cock twitched again, breath hitching. “cum for me, cmon pretty girl.. don't be scared.” jing yuan stroke his cock faster, he was getting close as well, his breath grew heavier and heavier by the second.

the bed creaked underneath, orgasm building up quickly inside of both you and blade and before you know it.. you were already tearing up. “r-ren!” a choked whimper was forced out of you, calling out blade’s name as he spilled his load inside of you again, your stomach bloating at how full he filled you up, legs shaking from your climax as jing yuan eyed you down from the outside, biting his lip at the sight of your cunt completely filled with blade’s cum, watching at how smoothly cum dripped from your hole once blade finally pulled out. unlucky for the general, the white haired male reached his high as well, releasing on the floor as he cursed at himself for making such a huge mess on the ground. your face scrunched at how your folds were coated with stickiness and white from your boyfriend.. staining the sheets. you gasped as blade plunged his fingers in your hole, breath hitching as he swiftly inserted his dripping cum back inside your hole.

blade then paused for a moment, a smirk crept up his pretty face as he glanced over his shoulder, eyeing the door frame. jing yuan’s heart skipped a beat.. almost seen by the other male as he sighed in relief. suddenly blade opened his mouth to speak, his voice dark yet so calm.

“mm.. it seems someone was there to witness it all as well, princess. i think he seemed to have enjoyed the little show we put up.”

shit. maybe he was seen after all.

[dazaisslave]

「 SiGMA 」 — " i cant fucking breathe, too much ecstacy " !

⟡ . prompt : sub! sigma x dom! reader

⟡ . warnings : dubcon, sigma calls reader "mommy", face riding, reader is slightly manipulative, degradation + praise, cowgirl, groping, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, cruel reader, whiny sigma.

⟡ . before you read : minors and ageless blogs dni.

sigma was currently busy supervising in his casino as being the manager was no easy task. you, who happened to be a member of the decay of angels alongside him liked visiting his casino a bunch as it was a fun place for you to fulfill your unhealthy gambling addiction.

after a round of gambling, you decided to pay a sigma a visit to make sure he wasn't overworking himself like he usually does. he needs a break doesn't he? and if he's not gonna take one himself, you're gonna bring one to him.

"w-wait! i can't take a break right now, i have some guests i need to show around soon" the man was pressed against the wall of his office , as beads of sweat ran down his forehead. "oh, are you perhaps turning me down? you happen to know what your place is before me, don't you?" the words left your mouth in a seductive but threatening manner while your hands were placed on his waist, and your mouth nibbling on the lobe of his ear.

a shade of red crept up his cheeks, as he was unsure what to do. he needed to be prepared for his guests who were going to arrive soon but he didn't wanna turn you down because he knew he'd regret not taking the break you offered him later.

"if you place your trust in me, I'll make it as fast so that you don't have to keep your guests waiting. you know, I'd never lie to you, right?" the words left your mouth in a whisper next to his ear as it only got him worked up more and more.

"i do trust you....please make it fast...." he says a bit anxiously, placing his trust in you. a smirk creeped up your face as you picked the man up and pinned him down on his work table , trailing kisses down his pretty neck as small whines and whimpers left his mouth.

soon, those kisses had turned into something more gruesome causing the male's neck to be filled with red bite marks.

"baby, the noises that leave your mouth are so pretty", you comment on the cute noises he made before sitting up on his lap with his body still layed down on the table. your hands reach for the layers of clothes covering your skin, stripping them off of your body to show sigma what his well deserved break looked like.

his cheeks painted red as hearts were visible in his eyes as he felt himself getting worked up seeing the artwork displayed infront of his eyes. you positioned your legs on both sides of his mouth and seated yourself on his mouth without a warning riding his face while his tongue swirled around your bare clit.

his hands roamed up to your thighs, gripping on it to pull your face closer to his mouth as he whined and moaned while using his tongue to suck your bud. tears ran down his cheeks from the suffocation but he wasn't complaining even if he could barely. he tried to mumble some words that were barely audible "i can't....fucking breathe....too..much...ecstacy".

you were still able to hear him loud and clear which caused a smirk to creep up your face as you started riding him faster as he also sped up his mouth to suck and lick on the bud that he was suffocated with.

you threw your head back, as loud moans and praises escaped your mouth with one of your hands gripping his hair "mhmm~ .. such a good boy f' me, aren't you? m' close, okay? don't you dare stop for even a second" the words that left your mouth in a seductive tone to which he nodded and it only got the poor boy more worked up.

"ah- fuck! make sure you swallow every bit of it!" you say while soft moans escaped your mouth and drool ran down both sides of your mouth before you creamed inside his mouth which caused him to tremble and gasp. you lifted your body up from his face and he showed you his tongue which was covered in all of your white liquid as he swallowed it infront of you.

you made sure to strip him off of his clothes to make him more comfortable before spitting in your mouth and rubbing it all over his pretty pink cock as you slowly slid it inside of you with you two in a cowgirl position.

sigma couldn't contain his moans due to how good it felt, lewd noises leaving his innocent mouth which was like music to your ears "ngh! ahh~ mommy! feels good, feels s' good!" you made him feel like he was in heaven.

his hair sticking to his forehead, as sweat ran down the side of his face while his hands reached up to squeeze your tits and play with them. you put your hands on his, guiding him on how to squeeze and rub over them as he looked at you like you were the most perfect woman he'd ever met.

"you're doing such a good job fa me, this pretty little cock has been lonely without me, hasn't it? look at how it opens my walls~" you continued to whisper all kinds of praises to him as he cried from how good your pussy felt around his cock.

"mommy!! 'm so close! please, let me cum inside you, please!" sigma begs for your consent, wanting to shoot all of his cum inside of you which only caused a smile to form on your face due to how precious the man was "ahh~ cum inside me baby! you're such a good whore for me, yeah? just like that mhmm~ make sure you cream inside mommy".

that was all he needed to hear before all his white liquid filled you up along with you releasing on his sensitive and twitching cock aswell. the liquid inside you started dripping out and down your leg as you tried to catch your breath.

"you know, what? screw the guests, I need more of you" you say with a sadistic smile on your face as sigma only whines knowing he was gonna be there for a while.

thank you for reading !! reblogs are appreciated <3

[zzprompto]

Hello, Hello!!

You said your requests are open, yes? Well, im here to submit one if it's not a burden <33

Can I request Fyodor Dostoevsky x Male reader who is a religious cult leader? (You can choose it's it's yandere, platonic, romantic, etc)

For example, the reader is a priest but is super nice, a little too nice-- Fyodor happens to run across him during in what the start of season four would be(when the ADA didn't listen to Ranpo's starting point) and deemed m/n as just: "a feeble priest" who invited him to church, however, when Fyodor decides to go to the church out of curiosity he finds out m/n is insane for whatever god he worships, instead of his soft and caring personality he had when he first met Fyodor; he now has a more crazed and insane one, "reaching the holy words" and screaming obscenities to the rest of the church members in the pews?

And possibly for an interesting touch(only for the drama because im quite obsessed with dramatic stories where characters get surprised when m/n does something), the reader usually keeps their eyes closed, eventually leading people into thinking that he is blind, only for him to open his eyes when he's doing cultist meetings?

I know this is such a strange ask 😭😭 and if it makes you uncomfortable I understand 100%, this is actually a storyline for one of my ocs, and I thought it would be neat to see this sort of storyline in your style and as a fanfic!!

(P.S I HAVE READ SOME OF YOUR WRITING AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH 😭❤️❤️ I don't request often either so I wanted you to know this is how much I appreciate your writing style)

thanks for requesting!

☆ the wolf in sheep's clothing

fyodor dostoevsky x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above!

the lowercase is intentional !

you were going about your day, on your way to your work as a priest before bumping into a man. this man was no ordinary man, it was fyodor dostoevsky, a member of the decay of angels. but you didn't know that yet, and neither did he know about your secret profession.

"i'm so, so sorry!" you stutter out with a bow, keeping a nice, caring persona on to lure fyodor in. your eyes are closed, so you can't make out what the man infront of you looks like, but you take a quick peak at him before closing your eyes again. "it's alright," he smirked. "don't worry about it." his accent was thick and heavy. you were now more curious about him. you were definitely going to try and lure him into your cult.

"my name's [name]. i am truly sorry for bumping into you.." your eyes are closed and fyodor can now understand why you bumped into him. you were probably blind, so he felt a little sympathetic towards your case, which was a surprise from him. "it's okay, don't worry about it truly. i'm fyodor." he smiled, even though you wouldn't be able to see.

you bowed at him again, still muttering a string of apologies before he takes your shoulder in his hand. "please stop apologising, i've already forgiven you." the contact made you shiver, but in a good way. you looked up at him again. "okay, okay. sorry. would you like to come over to come over to my church? i was just on the way now before bumping into you. it'll be my way of showing gratitude and forgiveness." you smile, but there's a hint of evil about your smile that fyodor doesn't seem to catch on to.

"oh, well i don't see why not." fyodor smiled in response. "if you're insisting, i'll come along. i guess it is really the only way you could repay me." the black haired man continued smiling. fyodor was geniunely curious about your church. what god did you worship? etc, etc. those questions were running through his mind. he also liked how sweet you were, it was like he could take advantage of you if he'd like to later. but he was wrong, of course. you didn't show him how you truly were. a cruel, evil cult leader. you simply acted all sweet to lure more people into your trap.

the two of you then arrived at the church. it was lively as people were waiting for the next session to take place and they were waiting for [name] to lead it. you had a smirk on your face as you faced fyodor again. "you just sit where you like and have a little listen to my ceremony, okay?" you smile sweetly at him, but your intentions are far from sweet.

the atmosphere of the church was also quite sinister.. but fyodor couldn't tell what was off about the whole place just yet. he decided to go along with whatever you had planned. he sat down in a seat near the back and waited for you to start.

you walk to the altar and get your things ready to prepare your next speech for your followers. you enjoy the feeling that you have a new guest today - fyodor. maybe you'd convince him to join your 'true' religion in the end and get him to praise your 'true' god.

"greetings, guests!" you call out, finally opening your eyes to scan the eyes of the audience. fyodor was a little startled at first. he didn't think you could see.. but maybe that was just a slight misjudgment on his behalf, so he tried to brush it off and not seem ignorant.

everyone was already shouting praises at you, even though you had only said two words. everyone sitting in the rows at the church were all familiar faces that you knew. you took your time usually to greet each individual once you entered the church, but today was different. you were running late due to fyodor, so you'd leave all the friendliness with your followers to later.

"i assume everyone knows why we're gathered here today?" you ask and people in the crowd yell back a string of 'yes'es or just screams. "oh but of course, there is someone new here today!" an evil grin grows on your face as you turn to look at fyodor. "I hope everyone will be nice to our hopefully new follower!" your grin then turns into a sweet smile, hints of evil still around it. your voice was sickeningly sweet as well, starting to creep fyodor of all people out a little bit too.

"today we are gathered yet again to praise the true god!" you yell out, your voice starting to grow more and more menacing as you praised this false god. "not the ones those so called real worshipers follow.. our god!" everyone started cheering your name, they seemed to be just as brainwashed, or even worse than you.

fyodor was starting to get a little creeped out. he wanted to leave, and fast. he didn't intend on meeting a cult leader in the first place. he just thought he had bumped into a sweet, innocent and blind man. but oh how he was so wrong.

your words started to linger in fyodor's mind. everything you said about this god stuck out to him. some of his curiosity was peaked, maybe it was because of you - not the person you decided to worship. something about you seemed so interesting, fyodor forgot his intentions on leaving now. he wanted to stay and listen to your voice forever.

maybe it was your voice, the way you spoke about this idol you worshipped. or maybe it was how captivating you were, the way you faked your sweet charm just to lure him in. whatever it was, fyodor was definitely interested. he was definitely going to be coming back for more talks.. mostly because he wanted to be by your side though.

once the 'prayer' meeting was over and you had said goodbye to each of your guests, you decide to go back to fyodor and have a chat with him. he had a surprised look on his face the entire time you spoke and you were certainly amused by that. "well hello, fyodor." you spoke, a smirk on your face. it the exact one you had playing on your face when fyodor first came into the church. "i see you enjoyed your time here, yes?" you asked, leaning close to him. he immediately nodded, captivated by your alluring voice.

"yes, i did enjoy it. for more reasons than you may think, however." fyodor laughed lightly, looking at you. "it is safe to say, i will be returning.. only if i am not busy with my own plans you see." he smiled at you, slightly returning the smirk you had on your lips. "of course, of course! you are welcome to join us anytime. i will be delighted." you chuckled back, pleased to hear that the ravenette will be returning.

fyodor had practically forgotten who you were - a cult leader that just spewed obscenities to his followers. he had completely zoned out.. but he wasn't that innocent of a man either, so he couldn't blame you. fyodor was truly fascinated about your act, maybe he could learn a thing or two from the wolf in sheep's clothing...

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☆ author's note: i don't know shit about religion or anything about church / priests, so i hope this was good... but seriously thanks for requesting and saying you love my work! i try my best. keep requests coming!! they may be a little slow due to school but i'll try get them out asap.

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

hiii!! I was wondering if I could request a Fyodor x male reader who has heterochromia eyes?

𝗪𝗮𝗹𝗸𝘀 - Fyodor Dostoevsky

Oneshot: Just the two of you spending time Genre: fluff, open A/N: Such a cute idea ngl ty for the request! Don't be afraid to ask for more req! →Masterlist

Fyodor Dostoevsky sat alone at his desk, surrounded by the dim glow of candlelight in his sparsely furnished room. His mind was consumed by the weight of his thoughts, the darkness that often clouded his soul. As an important figure within the decay of angels, he seldom allowed himself moments of vulnerability. However, there was one person who had managed to pierce through the layers of his icy exterior, the person who now stood before him.

You, entered the room with a soft knock on the door. Your presence alone had a calming effect on Fyodor, a phenomenon he couldn't quite explain but had grown accustomed to. With heterochromia eyes, one blue and the other a shade of (H/C), you were a rare sight, much like him.

"May I come in?" you asked, your voice a soothing melody in the otherwise silent room.

Fyodor's gaze shifted from staring at his own hands to you, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips. "Of course," he replied, his voice carrying a warmth that he reserved solely for you.

You entered, closing the door behind you, and crossed the room to stand beside Fyodor's desk. Your mismatched eyes met his, and a gentle sense of understanding passed between you, transcending words. It was a connection that defied logic and reason, a connection that Fyodor couldn't deny even if he tried.

Without a word, you reached out and placed a hand on his, your touch gentle and reassuring. Fyodor's fingers trembled ever so slightly under your touch, and he couldn't help but lean into it, seeking comfort in your presence.

"You work too hard, Fyodor," you murmured, your voice filled with genuine concern. "You need to take a break every now and then."

He studied you for a moment, "And what would you suggest I do for a break?" he asked, his tone softening. At the moment he could only think about your hands were on his, 'His hands on his'.

You smiled, and it was a sight that never failed to make his heart flutter. "How about a walk?" you suggested. "The night air is crisp, and the stars are beautiful. It might help clear your mind."

Fyodor considered your proposal for a moment before nodding. With you by his side, he felt a sense of calm and tranquillity that he couldn't find anywhere else. As you walked together through the darkened streets, you found yourself in the dimly lit streets of Yokohama, a city teeming with supernatural abilities and mysterious organizations. It was a place where chaos and intrigue coexisted, something you loved, something you rather eradicate.

"Your eyes are quite unique," Fyodor remarked, his voice as smooth as velvet.

You chuckled softly, your heart pounding in your chest. "So are yours."

your heterochromia eyes reflected the city's lights, and Fyodor couldn't help but marvel at the beauty that surrounded him, as he could only think about, 'His eyes are beautiful'

In that moment, he realized that how much you meant to him. Perhaps there was something worth cherishing in the simple act of walking with someone who understood him, someone who saw beyond the darkness that shrouded his soul. He would do anything to give you happiness you deserve.

"The world looks beautiful doesn't it?" You said, humming the tune of your favourite song in between as you hook your arms, swing your arms along with his, walking together.

"Yeah, it does"

"Wouldn't it be utterly delightful to watch it all burn tomorrow?" you whispered, your words dripping with a hint of evilness, as a wicked gleam danced in your eyes.

Fyodor couldn't say anything but hum as a response, a sadistic smile on his face.

As you continued your walk, Fyodor's hand found its way into yours, and your fingers intertwined. In that simple gesture, the two of you found silence and a sense of belonging that neither of you had ever known before.

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[prettyrainsstuff]

A little something for not posting anything for ages💗 (Happy Birthday to Nikolai btw!)

-Various BSD characters x Male reader-

Summary- What, Nikolai, Akutagawa, Atsushi, and Kunikida would be like in a relationship (in my opinion)

Warnings: none!

-‪♡NIKOLAI GOGOL

•ok uh..

•where do I even start with this dude😭

•The Decay of angels are VERY surprised how you deal with his energy

•bonus points if you match his energy

•but if you don’t he’ll still act the same

•He’s like a toddler that clings onto you half of the time

•the only time he’s not clinging onto you, is during meetings and etc

•but times other than that you’re gonna need a whole army to peel him off of you

•Especially when you wake up he will NOT let go of you.

•When you guys cuddle he honestly doesn’t care which spoon he is

•You wanna be the big spoon? He loves that.

•You wanna be the small spoon? He loves that too.

•Even before you guys got into a relationship he would “jokingly” flirt with you..A lot..

-‪♡AKUTAGAWA RYŪNOSUKE

•Oh my god..

•this poor boy has never been in a relationship before..

•PLEASE go easy on him😭😭

•Akutagawa feels vulnerable without his coat on but I think with you he’d definitely take it off

•It doesn’t matter what you do he will always be so flustered.

•Go on tea dates and go to antique shops.

•Now the cuddling situation..

•When you first cuddled or just slept together he stayed as far away from you as possible

•not that he hates you its just he doesn’t think he deserves you or his affection

•After you reassure him he’ll slowly start to cuddle with you more.

•I see Akutagawa as a little spoon. He likes the feeling of being held.

-‪♡ DOPPO KUNIKIDA

•What happened to your ideal woman huh Kunikida?

•Sorry but you can’t control who you fall in love with kunikida😓

•He’s def very protective of you.

•Always asking you if you’ve eaten today and have been drinking enough water.

•Now when it comes to the cuddling situation he’s definitely a big spoon.

•because he needs to “protect you if something happens”

•He says he still needs to follow his strict schedule

•Hopefully your okay with waking up at 5 in the morning and being dragged to work

•If you cling to him in bed you’ll make him angry because your gonna “mess up” his schedule.

-‪♡ ATUSHI NAKAJIMA

•Bruh..

•Poor dude😓

•He’s REALLY awkward..

•BUT PLEASE DONT BE MEAN TO HIM😭

•He’s trying his best ok?

•He’s the sweetest boy ever but if someone were to ever say something or do something to they better wish that they never met you guys

•I can’t decide whether this were-tiger is a little spoon or a big spoon

•But I think he’s definitely a small spoon

•I need more little spoons in my life.

•Like Akutagawa, he’ll definitely start out awkward but he gets a bit more comfortable he won’t be as awkward.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Self-Aware BSD Requests. Masterlist

Because Main Masterlist reached link limit, I moving Requests to their own Masterlist.

When they learned, that you have similar trauma. Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu x GN!Reader (Slight Self-aware! Oda Sakunosuke x GN!Reader)

Party crashed (Self-Aware! Edgar Allan Poe x GN! Reader)

Finding out, that user are a teen (Platonic! Self-Aware! BSD characters x GN! Teen! Reader)

When you came to their world (Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN!Reader)

Your dream matters (Self-Aware! Platonic! Edgar Allan Poe x GN! Teen! Shy! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic! Oda Sakunosuke. Slight! Self-Aware! Platonic! Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN! Teen! Shy! Reader)

Sequel. Reunion (Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Characters x Teen! Reader)

My little guardian (Self-Aware! Platonic! Dazai Osamu x GN! Child! Abused! Reader) Small Add-on

Self-Aware! Hunting Dogs x GN!Reader (Headcannons) Bonus

The Real You (Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Characters x GN! Teen! Neglected! Reader)

Recast (Self-Aware! Mori Ogai x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Strictly Platonic! Elise)

Reader have Mitsuri's strength and Tanjiro Kamado's personality (Slight! Self-Aware! Fukuzawa Yukichi x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Fukuchi Ouchi)

Self-Aware! Decay of Angels x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Finding out, that you are a child (Self-Aware! Platonic! Dazai Osamu x GN! Child! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic! Chuuya Nakahara)

We will protect you (Self-Aware! Atsushi Nakajima x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Akutagawa Ryunosuke)

You are happy, and that's the most important thing (Platonic! Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu x Fem! Reader x Platonic! Self-Aware! Kunikida Doppo x Self-Aware! Platonic! Fyodor Dostoevsky)

When you are a famous streamer/model (Self-Aware! BSD Characters x Male! Model! Streamer! Reader)

When you like to sing (Self-Aware! BSD characters x GN! Reader)

My favourite (Poe Edition) (Self-Aware! Edgar Allan Poe x GN! Reader)

Venti-Like! GN! Reader (Self-Aware! Chuuya Nakahara x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu, Self-Aware! Nikolai Gogol x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Sigma) Part II

My baby brother (Self-Aware! BSD Characters x Male! Reader)

It is not your fault (Self-Aware! Platonic! Chuuya Nakahara x GN! Abused! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic! Kouyou Ozaki) [TW: Non-descriptive SA (psychological (photos, comments, forced looking at nudity) and physical (forced touching)). Mentions, without clarification or NSFW language. Mentions of drugs. Reader think that it's their fault [IT'S NOT AND IT WILL NEVER BE]. The bastard gets what he deserves. Soft protective platonic yandere. English is my second language.]

They heard The Monster (Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Characters x Fem! Teen Mother! Reader) [TW: Forsed Pregnancy. Teen pregency. Bastard, who is interested in underage girls. Struggling of a teen mother. Bastard's fate is worse than death.]

Some questions

More questions

More questions Part III

More questions Part IV

Baked goods (Self-Aware! Platonic! Ranpo Edogawa x GN! Teen! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic! Sigma)

My favourite (Teruko edition) (Self-Aware! Teruko Okura x GN! Reader)

Mitsuri-Like! Reader (Slight! Self-Aware! Platonic! Kyuusaku Yumeno x GN! Mitsuri-Like! Reader)

Kitsune! Reader (Self-Aware! BSD Character x GN! Kitsune! Reader)

Baking pancakes (Fitzgerald and Kyuusaku)

When you are a big Soukoku fan (Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Chuuya Nakahara)

You don't need blood to be a family (Self-Aware! Platonic! Hunting Dogs x GN! Teen! Reader)

Starry eyes (Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader)

When you are the same height as Chuuya (Self-Aware! Platonic! Chuuya Nakahara x GN! Short! Teen! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic Dazai Osamu)

Short Ideas Part I

I am aware that you are aware (Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader)

Circus Hop Self-Aware! Platonic! Dazai Osamu x GN! Teen! Suicidal! Reader Warning: Mentions of Suicide, Suicide attempt. Parental Neglect. Emotional abuse. Terrible parents. Self-harm. Breakdown. English is my second language

The Fifth Descender, The Sixth Descender, The Seventh... Where did you all came from? (Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Sixth Harbinger! Reader)

Gothic Lolita (Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Characters x GN! Teen! Gothic Lolita! Reader)

Tea parties

Scaramouche! Male! Reader

Transported in chibi forms

How Dazai would react on Real Life Dazai's grandchildren

Big fan (Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu x GN!) Reader

About Mori

Reader, who are always hungry

Reader's OC

Relationship between BSD Cast and Reader

No pats (Self-Aware! Platonic! Edgar Allan Poe x GN! Child! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic! Akutagawa Ryunosuke)

On the roof (Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Characters x GN! Teen! Traumatized! Reader. Trigger warning: Suicide attempt. Abuse. Child abuse. Kidnapping. Assault. Attempted murder.)

Kenji's cow

Teen! Reader sneak to a party

Reader have an accent

Reader play Gummy Bear Song

Not a childish hobby (Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Characters x Fem! Teen! Reader)

Music Duo (Self-Aware! Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN! Reader)

Single Father! Reader (Self-Aware! BSD Characters x Male! Single Father! Reader)

Denji! Teen! Reader (Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Characters x GN! Platonic! Denji! Teen! Reader)

Masks we were forced to wear (Sort of! Self-Aware! Yosano Akiko x GN! Traumatized! Reader/Warning: English is my second language. AU - World of Tech-magical Progress. Film Industry Abuse (Reader are forced to be filmed, forced to act like Nicole) Mentions of heavy topics (drugs, shooting). Open finale.)

[generalhumancloudalmond]

Here is a part 2 of this request👀

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Part 1: Four walls

Freedom

Platonic!Yandere!Decay of angels x Child!Male!Reader

You didn't understand how it happened. Your whole house was on fire, but neither Bram nor Fukuchi was there. Realizing that you were alone, you ran outside. Having been poisoned by gas, you felt weak and saw how everything was getting dark, and how the fire seemed to be parting in front of you. After making the last dash, you ran out of the house, your legs gave way and after a couple of steps you stumbled and rolled away from the burning building, where the fire wouldn't have reached you. Breathing heavily, you began to lose consciousness. The arms that grew out of the ground and wrapped around your weakening body were the last thing you saw.

But as soon as you opened your eyes, a large open evening or morning sky appeared before you, without smoke and suffocating gas. Sitting down carefully, you finally made sure that you were still alive and now you were on some wasteland.

"Ha ha ha! Who would have thought that of all the participants in this wonderful show, it is you who will complicate and ruin everything!"

"Ruin?..."

"That's right! After all, in the book you are already dead..."

You looked at this man in perplexity, afraid to utter a word. He was a psycho, it was obvious and his whole behavior screamed about it. Suddenly, he abruptly turned away from you to the left side and covered his mouth with his cloak, his voice also changed, he became more squeaky and it looks like now this madman was parodying you.

"Mr. Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol, what is a book?"

Then he abruptly turned to the right and took his hand away from his mouth, his voice became as before.

"A book is an ability that can change our entire reality and everything that is written in it will come true."

"Oh my God, you are so smart Nikolai Vasilyevich!"

"Oh please, no need to be so kind..."

"There's a man in the sky!"

You interrupted his monologue and pointed at the man in the sky.

"Hey, Sigma!"

It was true that another person was falling right from heaven on you. Noticing him, the psychopath began to adjust his clothes as if preparing for his triumphant appearance on stage. Gogol laughed loudly, unwrapping his cloak again and preparing to finally save Sigma.

Sigma turned out to be adequate, which could not but please. And during all of Gogol's explanations, you tried to stay close to him. Sigma, in turn, was frankly sorry for you, he knew that they wanted to kill you, and understood that if the plan didn't work out, then it definitely wouldn't end well for you.

"Hey! Of course, I understand that the audience should be separate from the speakers, but have a conscience! I saved you both, actually! And anyway, Y/n, I didn't expect this from you!"

Gogol began to point at you resentfully with his finger, like a small child with whom you refused to play by his rules.

"Stuck to Sigma like a bath sheet and zero attention to me! By the way, I am your savior and brother in misfortune! I didn't follow Dostoevsky's plan either, and I'm still alive! But you're still stuck with Sigma, not me! It's not fair! You know what? As a punishment for your indifference to me, you will be the first to go to prison to Fedya!"

"Wha...!"

Suddenly Gogol's hand grabbed your leg and started dragging you down. You instinctively grabbed for the nearby Sigma. He grabbed you tightly, not letting you be dragged away. And now you can easily be compared to some carrot that they stubbornly want to pull out of the garden.

"Ha Ha Ha! Well, you're both funny! But! Fortunately, I have two hands!"

A gun appeared out of the air, which was now aimed at Sigma's head. There was a click. You fell into space, and a cold jet of water hit Sigma in the face.

"You didn't think that I would kill you right after I saved you, did you, Sigma?..."

You found yourself in a strange room on the floor. After a couple of seconds, a man landed with a crash to your right. And a second later there were already two of them. And both of them frankly didn't inspire any confidence to you. Although after everything that happened to you, it would be strange if everything were different. They were both looking at you.

"You..."

"And here we are! Oh, Fedya! How glad I am!"

Finally, Nikolai and Sigma appeared. Gogol first jumped on the above-mentioned Dostoevsky, and Sigma stood aside. You began to carefully slip to him, he noticed your approach, too. He took a couple of steps and stretched out his hand a little. However, when you had only a few steps left, Gogol grew up between you and Sigma, and quickly caught your hand stretched out to Sigma.

"Fedenka, Fedya, look who else I've brought! Our favorite Y/n!"

Dostoevsky's gaze shifted back to you. But this time, an evil, devilish smile appeared on his lips, and devils danced in his eyes.

"What wonderful news..."

"I like him now too! You don't mind, do you, Fedya? Please, tell me, you don't mind!"

"Oh, Kolya... How can I..."

Dostoevsky came almost close to you, you didn't look at him, but that didn't stop you from feeling his sharp gaze and crazy smile. You flinched when his hand abruptly appeared on your head and began stroking.

"... I wrote you down in the sheet of book twice, but you never followed its plot, you are a denial of God and his mistake..."

Fear for your life and resentment an obscure resentment mixed inside you, not allowing you to move from your place. What are you supposed to do now anyway? Deny it? Cry? Beg for mercy? What?

At the same time, Dostoevsky loomed over you, his gaze was mad and even fanatical. His hand moved from your head to your chin and he made you look at him. You sobbed and a tear flowed down your cheek.

"It's unbelievable..."

Fedor didn't let a drop roll down your cheek, he caught it with his finger and together with the blood from his burr, he rubbed it over your face, forming a bloody trail, more like a scratch. Suddenly you were pulled by the arm and pulled into a cloak. Now you were standing away from Dostoevsky, right next to Gogol, who hid you in his cloak.

"Forgive me, Fedenka, but you never got along with children... oh! I know! Let Y/n be your additional motivation to win! Isn't that a good idea? Well, what do you say, Fedenka?"

"Really great extra motivation..."

"And if you lose... Then Y/n will stay with me..."

[deathmetalunicorn1]

hello guess who's here for another request😈😈so can i request a [god] x male god! reader who has a curse similar to Beelzebub curse that they don't know about[like imagine Beelzebub's curse and truma but 100x worse]

alright so like the male reader is the god of peace,creation & balance and he was cursed by some very powerful Being that no god even knows[not even Odin or Zeus knows who cursed him who also didn't know that he was curse in the first place]

his curse was to share the same Body with Atropos or discord[which name you prefer]who is the literal embodiment of chaos,destruction & carnage and could destroy Valhalla and all of the gods if they Wanted too,that "disappeared" centuries ago and so like imagine the two polar opposite having to share the same Body for eternity as no one can even break the curse as it is permanent being fused with his very soul as he also can't kill himself as the curse didn't allowed to kill himself turning him immortal permanently and was a little scared of going any further with there relationship with [god]

before becoming a god the reader would have been an Angel who somehow be came a god but in the process getting cursed and after some good old trauma he got his emotion stolen by Atropos/discord [and btw this is how male reader looks like:

[and what trauma you may ask?

well when he was cursed he fell unconscious falling to earth being founded by humans who took him in their village and took care of him until he woke up over time m!y/n was treated like family in the village [despite still looking like an angel and being a god] and with m!y/n helping the people by helping them grow food and healing their wounds if they do hurt and so while he was in the village he meet a girl[lets call her agatha] who he soon fell in love with…the two of them would sneak out and lay down in the flower field's that surrounded the village hand in hand, sitting under a tree reading and study with each other…still unaware of his curse but one day…

at first it was like a simply and a normal day for him the village gathering food. talking with each other over all having fun but suddenly he felt liquid run down his cheek…he took his hand to his cheek touching it, looking at the Black substance falling from his eyes before he could react he Blacked out.

to him he was in a void he felt chains around his limbs, voice's screaming out for help what felt like thousands of eyes looking at him as he looked behind him seeing a grotesque monster with someone who looked like him smiling at him as feeling of adrenaline and terror surrounded him before he started to regain consciousness again and

the first thing he saw was agatha going towards him reaching out her hand

m!y/n reached his hand to her not knowing what was going on but before they even have time to react large black spike pierced agatha in the right in the stomach and chest as M!y/n watched in horror as his very first lover got impaled/stabbed Deep as the spike disappeared and as agatha started to fall

M!y/n immediately sprinted to her laying her down on the ground & laying her head on his lap

he frantically started to apologized profusely saying he didn't mean it trying his best to heal her wounds starting to shake and sob more as nothing was happening her wound continued to Bleed out

m!y/n:…p-please i don't want to lo-lose you please i di-didn't mean it im sorry im so sorry…please d-don't leave m-me…[he begged and Begged as he continued to try and heal her wounds seeing that the fresh around the wound was starting to decay quickly now turning black even though he wanted to accept that he couldn't heal her he also didn't want to. so he continued and tried to heal her

suddenly agatha grabbed his hand making him stop healing her as she made him look at her

agatha:y-you know i-it's not working r-right?…[she said smiling weakly as m!y/n started sob even more]

agatha:y-you know I've though a-about my future with y-you…[she said as she continued to smile at him weakly…]

agatha:i-i…know that im just a m-mortal and your a god…but i still wanted to m-marry you one day, to be by your s-side hand in hand l-living happily…h-huh…maybe in another life right?…

m!y/n:…in a another life…[he said still sobbing]

agatha:j-just don't blame yourself a-all right?…[suddenly with her last strength agatha pulled m!y/n into a kiss which would be there first and last kiss…after that she Died in m!y/n arms but m!y/n didn't want to accept this so he picked her up bridal style sprinting around village trying to find someone to help but…all was left was carnage and destruction, the village was in flames ash and blood covering it as the Bloody Body's of the people

who took care and treated him like family all mutilated and Dead…all because of him…

and so after this m!y/n had lost his emotions being locked deep inside of him his old fun loving and sunshine smile and nature gone…replaced with a face that was just there…not showing pain or anything it was just a souless and cold look…but after centuries he met [god] who somewhat filled the void in his cold broken & Dead heart who doesn't have a single clue about his past which m!y/n was grateful for…

and so when Ragnarok came male reader decided to fight for humanity [much to (god) dismay]

[During his fight his suddenly felt liquid coming out of his eye…he touched his cheek to see an oh so familiar black substance and in the first time in forever male reader was panicking as well as [god] first time seeing male reader panicking or showing any type of emotion

as male reader was panicking they started to say over and over again in there head "OH PLEASE NOT AGAIN NOT AGAIN NOT AGAIN NOT AGAIN"as male reader was terrified that he might put more blood on his hands or hurt more people he cares about before he Blacked out.

[to the others gods and humans it looked like male reader was surrounded by shadows, and basically every single horrific monster you could think of as well as the aura being so powerful that the gods have to shield themselves because of the power that was radiating from it as a large monster appeared holding male reader in its grotes claws as it closes letting him transform into Atropos/discord.

sort of like this:

but on male reader pov he was in a void with thousands of eyes looking at him and screaming voice as well as arms grabbing his legs pulling him more inside the Void as the same people that he considered family in the past who he Also killed because of Atropos/discord surrounding him in a more nightmares and distorted form as Atropos/discord was behind him… the sense looks like this:

[oh and here's Atropos/discord full Body]

[after his transformation his opponent [who was in the sky] tried to attack him but didn't even get to move an inch before Atropos/discord arm was through his chest[similar to the sense ware Satan controlled Beelzebub Body and killed Lilith]

and in Atropos/discord hand was there heart that was quickly ripped out from there chest as Atropos/discord looked at the heart before too the horror of the gods and humanity. started eating it in front of everyone with a narcissist/sadistic smile and in the process getting his opponent's powers

as Atropos/discord happily watched there opponent fall to the ground and fade away before passing out and falling to the ground himself bringing back the normal Male reader]

[and after finding out about his past [god] finally understood why M!y/n was so scared of going any further with there relationship as m!reader was scared of losing control and accidentally killing [god] like what happened in his past as they didn't want another person that he care deeply to die in his hands again…]

[and so how would [god] react to finding out that There male!s/o is the vessel of the literal and the very embodiment of chaos,destruction & carnage would they be mad at them for keeping it a secret and what will they're reaction to finding out what happened in m!y/n's past and his transmission/that he was Atropos/discord?]

and for the gods i liked to see are:

Hades

Poseidon

Buddha

and of course Beelzebub!💕

[expecially beelzebub i love that emo😍🤞]

[i know i kind of wrote everything out again so you can just do the reactions if you want]

-(Love) couldn’t understand why you always seemed hesitant to go further in your relationship with him, almost like you were scared of something, but you never said what- you always refused to talk about it.

-He could see the pain in your eyes, the fear, and it did concern him, as he did love you- he cared so much about you- and to see you shy away from him…. It made him angry, frustrated and just concerned- he wanted to help, if you would just tell him.

-You could never tell (Love) the truth, of what you housed in your body- he wouldn’t understand, he would think you were a monster if he knew the truth.

-That’s why you always pushed him away, refusing to go further with the relationship and you would run and hide- but he would always come and find you- apologizing, showing you that he really did love you.

-You did love him, you cared about (Love) so much, but you didn’t want to lose him, not like before- not like the only woman you ever loved- Agatha.

-You shook your head, trying to get her out of your head, because whenever you thought about her, you would always see her bright smiling face, her joy, her love for you- then her terror, her broken body bleeding out in your arms, smiling up at you as she took her last breaths, leaving you helpless to do anything about it.

-(Love) loved other things about you- you calm level-headed coolness, never getting frazzled or upset, your kind nature to all, including humans, even though you were a god yourself, your kind heart- because that’s what drew (Love) to you in the first place, and he never failed to tell you that, making you give him soft smiles, grateful for this little light in your life.

-When Ragnarok was announced you were appalled by the other gods, furious that they wanted to take the easy way out when dealing with humans, and (Love) could see that you were angry.

-That’s why you fought for humanity- choosing to fight for their survival as they were worthy fighting for- they deserved to keep living because they never stopped fighting!

-(Love) watched in fear, not wanting to lose you as well, sitting on the edge of his seat for most of the match as you proved that despite your gentle and kind nature- you were a warrior, showing your strength- your skills.

-You felt something wet drip down your face, and you lifted your hand, pulling back to find what anyone could only describe as black blood and instantly you paled, your eyes widening in fear, a tremble in your voice as the black tears soon covered your face, moving down your body, “NO-NO!! RUN AWAY!!”

-Everyone was stunned, hearing you scream, seeing you look so frantic and terrified as (Love) screamed out your name, feeling the rush of power escaping from you, blowing not only your opponent, but everyone in the stadium back.

-You were engulfed in black blood, your screams dying almost instantly before dark laughter filled the air, your angelic façade melting into something demonic- evil, terrifying as the blood seemed to recede almost instantly, revealing a monster, Atropos, a being of chaos, destruction, and carnage.

-Atropos was lost thousands of years ago, many hoped he had been killed- even the demons in Helheim saw him as monstrous, but none could ever begin to imagine that he had been sealed within your body, and he was now free.

-You could see everything, just like before-just like with Agatha. You screamed, beating on the prison you found yourself in, crying heavily, wanting him to stop hurting your opponent.

-A hand slid up your chest, coming to your neck, the grip firm, silencing you as the other went to your eyes, covering them as Atropos whispered in your ear, “Now-now dear little Y/N- it’s rude to not let me out now and then. Be glad I chose now- and not with your little lover~”

-Your heart felt like ice- thinking of (Love) as more tears fell.

-Your opponent leapt into the sky, trying to take out this monster before it hurt anyone, knowing the dangers but froze as Atropos easily took to the skies, his arm morphing into something evil, it was like an arm made of muscles and blood, no skin, pulsating and radiating evil, before plunging it into the chest of your opponent.

-Everyone was stunned, ready to gather arms to take you on- now concerned for their survival, as Atropos was a danger to everyone in Valhalla right now.

-He devoured the heart he pulled from the chest of your now, thankfully, dear opponent, letting his body fall to the ground as everyone watched in horror, seeing the carnage.

-Atropos lowered to the ground, looking at Heimdall who announced him as the winner before Atropos bowed deeply and as the black blood surrounded him, it fell to the ground, leaving your unconscious body there, as you fell face first into the dirt.

-Many called for your immediate execution, not wanting to risk the chance of Atropos running amok, while others, friends and (Love) were quick to rush to your side, willing to kill those who would do you harm.

-Zeus was hesitant on letting you live- now knowing the truth, you were dangerous, but (Love) was adamant that you were much like Beelzebub, cursed with no way of controlling it- it wasn’t fair to blame you for something you couldn’t control!!

-Zeus and Odin allowed you to live, under the stipulation that (Love) was now responsible for you, and if you looked like you were losing control, he was under orders to immediately kill you, no matter what, something (Love) agreed to.

-He couldn’t believe you had something like that inside of you, sitting by your hospital bed, watching you sleep. He bit his lower lip, he wanted to feel angry, but then he could see why you didn’t say anything, why you never told him the truth. You were scared of him abandoning you- and he knew that earlier in the relationship he might have, he might have turned into one of those out in Valhalla calling for your death. He wasn’t going to leave- even now, knowing the risk, he was going to stay by your side. His hand enveloped your own, holding it to his chest, so you could feel his heartbeat, “Wake up soon Y/N.”

            -Hades and Buddha

-Seeing that monster that you housed in your body did scare him, but he had his own inner demons (Satan/living up to his brother’s standards). He wasn’t perfect either, despite what he would lead others to believe. In the end- he was just a man, a man who loved you deeply, and he wanted you to wake up. All his previous anger- his questions and fury about why you never told him about this, about going further in your relationship- it all made sense now. He knew he could never leave you alone now- there were so many wanting you dead- to protect themselves and their own loved ones, not caring that you couldn’t control it. He inhaled deeply, kneeling beside you, cupping your face as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “I’ll keep you safe- no matter what.”

-Poseidon and Beelzebub

[poewritesgayshit]

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[the-herald-of-darkness]

𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜/𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

Rules

I will write character x male!reader or character x gn!reader.

NSFW, Gore, and heavy topics(suicide, self-harm, abuse) are allowed, but I will not write pedophilia, rape, or incest.

I don't write for yandere, AU, or cheating prompts.

I will ignore asks that make me uncomfortable or that I don't know how to write. Please do not harrass me if I don't end up writing your request.

Updates will likely be all over the place, depending entirely on my motivation and such.

If you are racist, homophobic, transphobic, or anything of the like, DNI.

Rules are subject to change

Info

I will write for:

(Armed Detective Agency)

Atsushi

Dazai

Kunikida

Ranpo

Yosano

(Port Mafia)

Chuuya

Akutagawa

Higutchi

(The Guild)

Poe

Fitzgerald

(Decay of Angel)

Fyodor

Nikolai

Sigma

Character list is subject to change

[pillow-anime-infos]

bungou stray dogs {masterlist}

I. ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY

II. PORT MAFIA

III. THE GUILD

IV. DECAY OF ANGELS

V. HUNTING DOGS

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

Oh? You have extended the event I see. In that case...

Route 1

A- 7 and 11

B- Fyodor

C- Fluff

D- playing a chess game 😁

I’ve only had this in my inbox since the 19th…

Fyodor x reader

#7 You think you can win? & #11 You’re adorable when you pout.

Fluff-

Words- 1518

Warnings- none well some religious themes. (you know the usual Fyodor god complex)

~

Often nights like this were spent huddled around the fire. Getting the strong, tall, yet malnourished god to settle down and rest was indeed a rare occurrence. Stressed from the recent hardships of the last mission he cuddled against his lover. The warmth of the fire helped to keep his body warm. The shivering he never noticed calming with the warmth of the fur blanket, the fire, and the presence of his lover. It was truly an unusual sight to behold, even as the moonlight shed its dazzling beams through stained-glass windows. If anybody were to catch sight of this spectacle, they may be confused and accuse Fyodor of not being the real Fyodor. This was the side of him, even the man's lover hardly saw. A gentle calm in the thunder of his complexes. He showed you the calm side of god because he thought his lover (like himself) was above all other beings on this earth. If he were the god of this world, that made them his guardian angel. Maybe one day this mortal would be more to him than that, they were already settled inside his cold heart, but maybe one day he would make them a deity within a similar perspective as he was. 

As you sat cuddled against him, you noted the distraction within his eyes. To others, he still appeared well calculated and focused, but to you, somebody who knew him, he was far from calm. He never went into details about who he was outside your life or what he did. The only starts to him you truly knew were what he did tell you. The risk of loving him, his views on this hell-bent earth, how some people considered him, and of course, you knew he killed. It wasn’t a problem for you though, only because you had found out after he’d stolen your heart, and made you his in both mind and body. You believed he was making a better world, for the Fyodor you knew was different from the Fyodor the agency, mafia, and even the Decay of angels knew. Unlike the others, you knew that there were still shards of humanity within him. The way he protects you against people, the way he’d look at you when he was truly exhausted, and on the verge of passing out. He spoiled you with his music, his touch, words, and gifts. He told you constantly how only you knew the way he could be. From a wrathful and destructive god to a pleasant fair one. He also knew of your intelligence, he understood you were not somebody who would be easily taken advantage of. 

Glancing towards him with a smirk, you placed your lips against the pale male's luke-warm skin. He hummed turning to look at you with disinterested yet excited eyes. He always knew when small unexpected acts of affection appeared from you, something was going on within your head. His violet eyes danced around your expression before his lips parted, and the tired heavy voice that belonged to him met your ear. “Is there something you'd like to request? Use your words, little mouse.” he was always one to tease you, even at times like this he’d refer to you in small degrading names. 

With a small eye roll, you flicked his forehead. “Come on, let’s play a game of chess. You always wind down better doing something you enjoy.” You often requested him to play his cello in times like this, but instead, you offered to play against him. You were not horrible at the game, but he was a god at everything he did. In honesty, you may be an expert player, but challenging him was never a good idea. You had yet to ever request such a thing with him but here you were, doing that exact thing. He stood up immediately from the couch. His confident smirk, placing itself back on his lips. Looking down at you he offered out his hand. Pulling you to your feet as you walked to his chess table. 

Sitting across from him, you leaned your head on your hand with a confident smile. His eyes watched you with a brimming curiosity in their violet hues. He understood the position you settled in was mocking his own posture. He tended to rest his chin atop his hands whenever he was getting cocky or had a brilliant idea. This thought made him chuckle; he was not cocky. In his thoughts, that was the attitude a god such as himself ought to have. However, to see you mocking his stance was an amusing sight. There was never a truly dull moment with you in his sight.

Moving both his hands under his chin, he tilted his head ever so slightly. His eyes staring into yours as he smirked. "You think you can win?" he asked with his gaze never faltering or becoming less intense. That gaze alone was enough to cause a slight contraction in your movement. While many would have not seen the alteration of your eyes, the slight dilation, the momentary flex of your back and corner of your mouth, it was all too easy for Fyodor to notice. A contempt, larger smirk spread evenly across his face at the sight. His eyes grew dangerously clouded as he turned the board and provided you with white, the first move. The mock that rested with that action had your blood boiling with annoyance

Rolling your eyes you smiled kindly but held within your tongue a sharp snarl. “We play for a max of 45 then. No longer.” In an attempt to appear threatening, you spoke to him using the Russian you had learned. This seemed to gather his attention rather sharply. He hummed with a nod but did not reply, waiting for you to start the game.

Starting the game by moving a pawn to D5 he snickered watching you. With a lazy gesture, he moved his own pawn to D6. From there the two of you moved your pieces throughout the board. He played recklessly, like a true master, he was fine with sacrificing any piece he saw fit. While you played to counter this way of playing. Avoiding the pawns he wanted to be sacrificed. It took him all of five to work around that counter. The two of you changed the play type every few minutes. With a confident smirk, you played out your final two moves. If he were to place his pieces the way you expected then you would win with 5 minutes left to spare.

It was no shock the clever Russian man had seen this three turns ago. Having made a small counter if you went the way you went. So as that piece moved forward he brought his queen the opposite of what you needed to capture his king and win. Seeing the slight shock among your eyes as you panicked and made a move to counter, induced a soft chuckle. Holding back a sigh as you noted you still had the upper hand, at least that was what he was letting you on to think. As a master in deceiving his opponents and giving them false hope, it was something he rather enjoyed. So with the movement of one piece, he lifted a hand and swiped your king. “Checkmate darling,” he smirked, watching your eyes widen and that confidence from earlier fall. He’d admit it eventually, tell you how you lasted the longest against him than any other had. He may have shed that compliment to you now, but watching the shock settle into an angry pout led him to chuckle. Reaching a hand across the table he placed it against your cheek. Running his thumb close to your lip he watched the shiver run down your spine. The chilly cold of his hands against your warmth was a dark contrast between the two of you. “You’re adorable when you pout.” he hummed leaning in to peck your forehead. He was not one to show so much affection but as you melted within his touch he decided to show you more of his gentle side. “We shall play again, twas not the most interesting, but it was not boring either. You managed to surprise me, little mouse.'' The way he remains collected and his words smooth, yet teasing and threatening, was always a shiver that ran through you. 

He released your cheek and stood. His feet carrying him to stand next to where you were seated. With a single fluid tug, you were standing and against his chest as he played with your hair. Looking down at your eyes he noted the tired embers starting to dull. Debating between resting with you tonight, or finishing the work you had pulled him from, inflicted a tender sigh. Lifting you into his arms he carried you off to bed. Lying beside you, he buried his face into your neck. Relaxed within the warmth of the sheets and your body his eyes betrayed him as he fell into sleep with you.