#bsdfics

waiting for him eagerly and then showing him attitude

mdni: mentions of spanking, degrading nicknames, user is slapped

please do not COPY or POST my work without permission

"Cmon, baby. I already said I'm sorry."

You turn away, not even bothering to look at him. It was past 11 PM. You'd been waiting for him to get home as he promised at 8 PM. The Chinese takeout lay cold on the table, the smell of Manchurian whafing through the air.

"... I had a night shift, baby. You know I can't refuse my manager right now. We need the money" You huff, crossing your arms. "Seriously, silent treatment?

You don't answer him. The air shifts, and the tension is so thick between the two of you. You could physically feel how irritated he was. But, you were stubborn.

"Is that how you're gonna be? Baby, I've had a long day. Don't make this worse for me. Talk to me." And when you ignore him again he pauses. There's a shift in his demeanor. His hand shoots out, easily yanking your smaller frame up. He looks down at you and that's when you know you've fucked up.

"I'm giving you one last chance. Talk to me." His tone was stern, and you could tell he wasn't playing around. So, you slapped his hand away, glaring at him. And that's what seems to cross the line.

He leaves your collar and you step back, looking up at his face. His expression is unreadable. His eyes showed tiredness. "Run. I'm giving you ten seconds. And when I find you-

You freeze, taking steps back until you hit the wall

-I'm gonna hurt you"

It's cramped. Your ankle was pressed in between layers of clothes, and your vein popped. It took every inch of your control to not move. You clasped a hand over your mouth, your breathing sounding way too loud.

A shrill screech of the rusted door opening was heard. It was your room's door, the one you had to get oiled. Your heartbeat increased with every footstep he took, the sound of his leather boots going thump thump thump.

"Come out, baby. Where are you, my love? Perhaps under the bed?" Your blood ran cold when he laughed, the throaty chuckle sending chills down your body. And when he's in front of the cupboard, you silently prayed to all the Gods you knew.

And then the door opens.

A cold hand brush against the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Frozen in terror, you didn't dare move as a low, raspy whisper pierced the silence, chilling to the very soul. "There you are, my pretty baby. I dare say, the look on your face right now is arousing me so much"

Slowly, the cupboard door ceased open, revealing a pair of piercing eyes gleaming in the dim light. With a bone-chilling grin, the figure stepped closer, his presence suffocating, engulfing you in a vortex of fear. In that moment, you realized you weren't hiding from a mere mortal, but something far more sinister, something that had been lurking in the shadows all along, waiting to claim its next victim.

"You're fucked, baby"

His hands were fast. In a second, you were stripped off clothes, and tied to bed. His hand was caressing your neck, peppering kisses down your nape.

"... N-nikol-" You winced when he slapped you right across your face, the sting making your eyes water. "Did I ask you to speak?

"You remained silent, gazing at him in fear. Then, you slowly shook your head. A satisfied hum left his throat and he sat up beside you, trailing his hand down your breasts.

His cold finger brushed against your erected nipple, sending waves of pleasure through you. You whimpered lowly, hoping not to piss him off.

All of a sudden, he removes his hand, rummaging through your desk bed. Then, he pulls out your pink vibrator, turning it on. The only sound you could hear was the buzzing of the vibrator. He leaned down, tutting when he spread your legs.

"Already so wet? Such a whore." He muttered, roughly pushing the vibrator in your cunt. Your grimaced at the sensational, toes curling. "You're better like this, you know. Chained up with your mouth shut. I'm thinking I'll keep you this way from now on." He says, staring at you with glinted eyes, watching how your greedy hole sucked the vibrator in. "What do you say, baby?" You whine as a reply, hips bucking up in response. He chuckles, caressing your stomach.

"Turn over. Face down ass up." You listened, putting your cuffed hands behind your back and raising your ass in the air. He roughly pushed your vibrator deeper, earning a moan from you.

"Count, loud and clear. Make a mistake and I'll start all over again" Huh? Count what? You open your mouth to speak, only to shut it when he starts to unbuckle his belt. The leather whips in the air and you lose your breath when you realise what he's about to do.

Whack

You yelped in pain, your hip bucking up. "O-one". It felt like your hip was on fire. Surely, they're will be marks by tomorrow.

Whack. Whack. Whack

You cry out loudly, tears dripping down your face. "F-four!" You practically scream, your cries filling up the room. His calloused hand roughly sets on your ass, caressing the marks he made.

Whack. Whack. Whack

You scream in agony, feeling a new cut. The sharp side of the belt hurt so bad. "S-seven, Nikolai!" You're a crying mess. He drops the belt in the floor, caressing the prints he made on your rear lovingly. He slides his hand down, before taking the vibrator out your hole. It's covered in your arousal, the smell whafing through the air. He grins, discarding it on the floor.

He pats your cunt before swiping a thumb and seeing his wet you are. "Huh, I don't even need to finger you. Good girl". He mutters, before bucking his hips and entering you. You practically cry out in relief, sucking him in. You're moaning over and over again, squirting over the bed, dirtying your thighs. He finds it adorable- how cock drunk you were. His hand grabbed your hair, yanking you up.

"Look at you. Fucking bimbo" You let out a lewd whine, erotically rubbing your nipples. He groaned at the sight, bucking his hips faster. "N-nikolai-! " And with a scream, you came undone. He huffed, filling you up before pulling out. His fingers spread your folds, watching the way his cum dripped down. He let out a low moan at the sight, slapping your cunt.

Request: hello! how abt hcs of chuuya and dazai where their female s/o is not easily flustered, hard to blush, and straightforward? Thanks and take care🥰

a/n! I love this idea so much, thank you!! I feel like I wanna make it a series with some of the other characters if that's okay. But for now I shall follow request haha. chuuya is below the cut incase anyone is confused lolz

Warnings:| None!

Dazai;

-Dazai loves that you're straightforward! It makes him laugh a lot when others are so taken aback by it.

-He's used to it by now. He often enjoys watching you have conversations with Atsushi, poor sushi roll gets so confused.

-As far as how he acts about you being hard to fluster and make shy? Oh this man will try his hardest to get even the tiniest shade of pink to hit your face.

-If he somehow manages to do so, he'll be over the moon! Expect him to try even harder now than ever before. Probably also yells and brags about it a lot.

-Causing you to get a little 💢 in the process, but that's okay because you get to watch Kunikida just about strangle your boyfriend for the 5th time today.

-Honestly he loves the challenge, and he knows that you just show affection in other ways. Dazai really won't take it personally.

-Always wants to make you flustered. He tries to do things like kiss you passionately in front of a crowd and shout compliments at you, in hopes of even a small reaction.

-Instead he is probably met with the same from you, the teasing is non stop with the two of you. Dazai really met his match when he found you.

Title: Perfect Rating: Mature Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs Pairing: SKK Warnings: Fluff, Smut, ABO. Alpha Dazai, Omega Chuuya. 

Written for: @soukokufluffweek Day 6: Tying the Knot

Snippet: 

Chuuya gasps, his back arching off the soft blanket under him. The soft pace of Dazai rocking into him left him wanting more—needing it.

Tonight was perfect: soft-spoken words of promises vowed to each other; nervous laughter as warms hands pulled him closer; a soft kiss filled with promises left unspoken; the stars their only witness as they bared themselves to each other.

malicious

taking care of your anaemic roomate

mdni: dark content, mentions of degrading nicknames, abusive and toxic relationship

starring my twink malewife Nikolai ^^

"Fyodor-?" Your sweet voice rings in his room as you walk in, opening the curtains. It's 10 AM, a perfect Sunday morning. "Wake up, it's already 10. How long are you gonna stay coped in there?" Your tone is slightly strict, nagging him for being such a bed bug. You sigh when he pulls the blanket over him, reluctant to get up. "Do you want me to splash water on your face again?". At the mention of water, he gets up, staring at you with a scrutinized expression.

"It's my day off. Go away." You huff at his cold tone, opening the window and letting sunlight in.

Its been 5 months since you started living with him. A medical student with basically zero income- you needed a cheap place to stay, which wasn't hard when you found Fyodor. You still remember it like it was yesterday. Discovering he was anaemic was easy- there were signs. The first was how cold he was- just like his demeanor. His finger tips felt like ice against your plump skin. His eyes seemed tired, a yellowish hue in them. So, when he fainted while working, it didn't surprise you.

"You know, you should stop being so mean to me". You jokingly say, earning a glare from him. He slowly gets up, gulping down water. You stare at him for a second, before making his bed up.

Huh? Blood? You freeze, looking at his undershirt. The sleeves were ripped, as if surviving an assault. Half of the buttons were either ripped off or broken in half. What makes you erk was the humongous blood stain on it, the stench making you crill your nose up. It takes you by surprise when he suddenly grabs the shirt, yanking it from your hands.

"Fyod-" "Did I ask you to make the bed? Stop pissing me off first thing in the morning."

You're taken aback by his strict tone, taking a step back. He enters the washroom, slamming the door shut. You huff, making your way over the kitchen.

You're left alone the whole day, the man not bothering to come out his room

Ring. Ring. Ring

You get up, startled by the sudden series of bells chiming. You hurriedly open the door, still half sleepy. "Who is it-...?". Your eyes meet one of a confused man. Long, white braided hair- spreading along him like an expanse of white scenery. He tilts his head, looking down at you with a grin.

"Wow, Fedya has a girlfriend? You're pretty, miss." Eh? A girlfriend? You shake your head, confused. "I'm his roomate. Who might you be?". At your question, the man fakes a disheartened smile, clutching his shirt. "How cruel, my dear Fedya hasn't mentioned me to you even once? Ah, well. He is an asshole, so." You fake a smile, looking at him. "He's not home right now. Is there a message you want me to pass down, sir-"

Oh, Lord. You freeze at the sinister smile the stranger gives you, his lips stretching wide. The lips, typically drawn in a tight, thin line, seem to stretch unnaturally across the face, forming a grim, twisted expression that appears almost predatory. The corners of his mouth turn up slightly, but there's no warmth or sincerity in the gesture. Instead, it exudes an aura of calculated malice, as if the person behind it is relishing some hidden agenda or reveling in the discomfort they are causing.

"Ah, how cute. Staying with a criminal-" Before he could complete what he was saying, you slam the door in his face, dropping to the floor. Your heartbeat is the fastest it has ever been. In a second, you're sprinting, closing all the windows in the house and double locking the back door. You hug yourself, wrapping yourself up in sheets, hoping to find some comfort.

Till dawn, the image on that smile haunts your mind.

"Fyodor? Your friend came to visit you." He quirks an eyebrow, lifting his gaze from the book he was reading. He's silent, signalling you to continue.

"He has really long, white hair. Honestly, he scared the crap out of me. He startes grinning like a madman and he said I'm living with a criminal. People these days are-"

Huh? You shut your mouth when you see his expression. His eyes are wide, staring at you as he's seen a ghost. You shiver.

"And he kept calling you Fedya". He gets up, grabbing your shoulder. You look at him, confused. " Fyo-". His hand chops down on your neck. You gasp, feeling immense pain run through your spine. In a second, you're out cold.

".. You know too much."

As you woke, your heart pounded in terror. Chains bounded your wrists and ankles, trapping you in a dim, foreboding room. Panic surged through you as you struggled against the cold metal, realizing you were captive and alone, mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

"You're up"

You lift your head, heart dropping to your stomach when you recognize the familiar face. The tired eyes, purple hair. "Fyodor-?... Why are you-.. "

And then it all comes down. The countless blood stains you found on his shirt. His absence of days, stretching to weeks. How he hated you grabbing his phone. At a point, this should have deemed suspicious to you. But, love makes you blind, right?

It was like love at first sight. His tone was oddly gentle and he was more open to you. His build was slim but he was strong, strong enough to grab you when you almost fell from the couch. You felt nervous under his gaze. When your eyes met, a rush of nervous excitement fluttered in the pit of your stomach, mingling with the undeniable pull of attraction. It was as if time stood still, the world fading away around you as you became lost in the depths of his gaze.

"... Will you kill me too, Fyodor?". Your sweet voice rings through him again, and he clenches his teeth, almost holding back. His hand grabs your chin, tilting it up. You smile at him, a genuine one.

"I love you, Fyodor."

He stares at you, silent for a moment before he slowly starts laughing. He laughs and laughs, the sound cold and humourless. "Oh, you really are dumb, aren't you? I already suspected you were one. But this? What an idiot."

He stands up now, walking to where you sit on the floor. A harsh smirk is on his lips now, and he stands above you, looking down at you with a twisted expression. "Look at you... you honestly can't see why I picked you? A dumb slut is what you are. And you're mine to play with, after all. Honestly, I'm a little disappointed. I thought you were smarter, but, clearly not. You're nothing but an idiotic whore."

"But-" Your voice cracks. "I love you, Fyodor. I love every single moment that happened between us. There’s no way all that was fake." You say, crying.

"Oh? You love me?" He grips your hair now, pulling you up to your feet. He smirks as his eyes stare darkly into your own, almost sadistically amused by your words. He's always been cruel, but... never to this degree. "My dear, look where it's gotten you, hm? You're at my mercy... do you really think confessing to loving a man like me will do you any good?"

You gasp for breath, tears streaming down your face. "Play with me, Fedya". You say, tone almost desperate. " Just don’t leave, Fedya-"

traps

nikolai x reader

nikolai is being crazy king behavior

please do not COPY or POST my work without permission

1 AM. The soft sounds of the bells distract you from your thoughts as you look up, sighing. It's another typical day of working night shifts. The chilly weather made you want to stroll outside, instead of sitting in, coped up in a small kitchen. The smell of burning pans and frozen peas were wired in your brain. You huffed, looking down at your fingers. The nail paint was wearing off.

The bell chimes, and you look up to see yet another customer. "What can I get you, sir-".

You freeze when you look up, eyes locking with the man. He wasn't just any man. The white locks fell down his side, expanding as if a serene display of white snow. His face was almost angelic, although devoid of any emotions. What really surprised you was the clown makeup. It was done messily- the red paint smudged against his soft features.

"Do you have a lighter?" You nod almost robotically at his question, reaching for your drawer and handing it to him. You watch him light a cigarette and your gaze falls upon his hands. His fingers had bruises and cuts and his nails were neatly cut. His hand was big. It could probably hold your face properly. You huffed, trying to distract yourself from such thoughts.

"Is that all, sir?" As if on cue, the man hands the lighter back to you. He doesn't say a word. The silence stretches on before his lips open. "Don't you think the whole world is a rattrap? It offers us riches and fame, just like cheese to the mouse."

Huh? You look up from his hands, eyes boring into his. You hadn't expected such a question. His eyes twinkled as he spoke, almost as if the idea of it amazed him.

"It's funny, isn't it? We chase after such materialistic things, that we forgot our sense of humanity. Think about it. We're all just chasing after desires and dreams, getting trapped by society's expectations and materialism. It's like we're all mice running around, oblivious to the fact that we're heading straight into the trap."

You watch his lips twitch into an inhumane smirk. You take a step back, almost as if the counter could protect you from him. You freeze when his hand grabs your chin, yanking you forward. You look at him warily. His finger left a trail of imaginary line on your face, the sharp nail making you shudder.

"... It's such a shame. People think I'm truly mad, walking around and speaking to them about it. They think being a clown has actually made me go crazy. But, can you blame me? It gives me such satisfaction, watching people fall and destroy themselves over the rattrap."

He laughed, his eyes glimmering under the soft light of the bulbs. You felt your heart drop, nerves wracking. He leaned in close enough, lips hovering right about yours.

"What trap would you fall for, dove?". He asks, his voice sickly sweet. You shivered, unable to speak. His eccentric behavior drew you in, almost as if you were a rat and he was the cheese. ".. You".

You spoke, voice hushed and meek. You looked up at him, almost dazed. His hand left your chin. You looked for his words, only for silence to continue. "Oh? That is quite unexpected." You look up at him, flinching when you realised how close he was. His hands trapped you between the counter and him. You had nowhere to go. "... Sir?" He slips his hand inside your pocket, before grinning at you. A ticket? You look at him, confused. "It's for my show. I expect you to not be late, dove".

You look down at it, reading the details. And when you raise your head to ask him why, he's already gone, the familiar sound of the bell chiming in your head as the door closes.

Request; Hi :3 This is my first time requesting, so sorry if i do or ask anything wrong. May i ask for Dazai and a female reader which has a teleportation ability that works on him? :)

a/n! I am HONORED to be your first request, I hope this is a great first request for you dear anon, and it was a perfect request no worries, thank you :) In honor of it finally being a good snow here, I included it!

While your teleportation ability is really useful, it also has an odd downside. It is luck based. Meaning that it will only teleport certain people, it's like a coin toss whether they can be teleported or not. And Dazai is one lucky bastard.

He's also your boyfriend. You love him to death but sometimes you curse your ability for working on him, you've gotten more than one talking to from Kunikida for getting Dazai off work.

On the other hand though, you've also helped on countless missions in making sure that he is safe. Along with Atsushi, because he is the only other ADA member it works on. So it has it's plus sides as well.

On a lonely snow day you remembered what Dazai had first told you when he figured out your ability worked on him. "If you ever feel lonely, just teleport me to you, and I'll be more than happy to help. ;)" You knew it was both a joke and not. Because you've used the excuse of feeling alone to bring him to your side.

However you had a plan this time. Peeking outside the window just beyond the couch, you saw the snow continuing to pile up and glisten on the ground. You leapt into action, getting warm clothes on, a coat, gloves, etc, and rushing outside.

You began on your master plan to start building the walls for the snowball fight, meanwhile at the agency, Dazai was spinning around in his chair avoiding work. Complaining that the snow was just too distracting.

Once finished and much colder than before, you activated your ability and a stunned Dazai stood before you. "Ah! Belladonna I see you've saved me from work once again!" He was so excited to see you that he hadn't realized where he was. A warzone.

You ran behind cover and grabbed one of the snow balls you made, throwing it at the unsuspecting brunette. "Hey! Love, that's an unfair advantage!" He yelled from behind his wall. He was frantically trying to make more snowballs.

While you loved to play fair, this is Dazai we are talking about, you had to give yourself some sort of advantage. He can make his own snowballs anyway.

As you were lost in thought and going through the motions of making snowballs, Dazai was also stocking up, his pile was huge! "HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!" He popped up from over his wall to laugh at you. "Get ready, I won't go easy on you!" And with that he ducked behind his wall once more.

An assault began that lasted over an hour, the two of you landing hits and Dazai dramatically falling each time. The whole neighborhood could hear laughter and trash talk echoing from your fight. If it weren't for the crude words, people might have mistaken you two for children.

"Love, I'm freezing, and I thought we would be cuddling not out in the cold! I can't die in the snow! A-" You interrupted his whining with a snowball to the face.

Although you had to admit you were also started to get cold, and had made a mess of the yard. So reluctantly you dragged Dazai through the snow and back inside.

"Your clothes are soaked, mind if I take them off for you?" He said casually.

"Dazai! No!!" Your face was ten shades of red, and Dazai could tell he had already filled your mind with less than wholesome kid friendly thoughts.

Chapter Title: Ambrosia   Rating: Explict Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs Pairing: SKK Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Heavy Angst, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Alpha Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Omega Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mpreg, Aphrodisiacs, Abuse, Emotional Trauma (More tags will be added as the story grows)

Summary: It was their duty to ensure the survival of their race by any means necessary. The Auction would ensure their success. And for a hundred years, they have been successful in creating their paradise. The perfect society. Endure. Thrive. Revive.

Snippet:

Nakahara straightened his black tuxedo jacket, letting the curls of his hair fall onto his shoulders before stepping into the ballroom. The room was teeming with the elegantly dressed: the Elite of their society. Skirts swirled around him in a rainbow of colour while their owners’ partners swept them off their feet. The soft notes of the orchestra coupled with the radiant elegance of the ballroom only heightened the attendees’ excitement.  

The world had been waiting for weeks for tonight’s gala, the ultimate display of power and dominance. The Auction of the Century with Mori as its host, and only the haut monde were to attend. After all, it was their sacred duty to continue their race’s survival.

Nakahara lifted the crystal wine glass filled with ruby-red liquid from the server’s tray, ignoring the smell of arousal and excitement in the air. He murmured a “thank you” before taking a small sip. He let the sweet liquid dance across his tongue before swallowing it. Chuuya lifted an elegant brow at the unique taste in his mouth. He tilted the glass towards the light and smirked.

Aphrodisiac. Mori was getting bold in his promises.

Mori had promised only the best Omegas would be up for the offering—to the highest bidder, of course.

Title: Eden Rating: Explict Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs Pairing: SKK Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Heavy Angst, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Alpha Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Omega Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mpreg, Aphrodisiacs, Abuse, Emotional Trauma (More tags will be added as the story grows) 

Summary: It was their duty to ensure the survival of their race by any means necessary. The Auction would ensure their success. And for a hundred years, they have been successful in creating their paradise. The perfect society. Endure. Thrive. Revive.

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