#sigma x reader

“Woah, woah.” It’s sweet how concerned he sounds as his hands fly up to the bar and his feet nudge you forward to help you replace the weight on the rack, but his hips end up pressed to yours, and you’re gasping. “You okay?”

You’re fine, caged between him and the bar as he leans over your shoulder to glimpse your face that’s flushed from exertion. Only exertion, surely, even though your ass is pressed firmly to his pelvis. He doesn’t seem hard, but you can still feel it, and it feels big.

“Yeah,” you breathe, moving to duck under the bar, but it’s low and you’re feeling a little dizzy, so you teeter backwards into him, and as his hands find your waist again. “Yeah, I’m about to be done anyway.”

“You should really stretch after maxing out like that,” he suggests, turning you around. “Don’t wanna be hurting, do you?”

But you can only look into his intense eyes and shake your head lightly before he’s easing you to the ground on your back, settling each of his knees over one of your thighs, and slotting his shoulder beneath your hamstring. He pushes forward, gently, slowly, looking to you for anything wrong; and there isn’t.

There’s nothing wrong, except for the fact that you can feel his huge dick against your pussy through both of your shorts.

It’s all you need to start moving blindly, reaching down for his waistband, pawing at his neck, mashing his lips to yours, and he doesn’t hesitate to do it back—he lets up on your leg only to slip your shorts off before your ankle is back over his shoulder and he’s grinding the head of his cock into your wetness.

“You gonna let me in, baby?” he pants hotly, looking down at you squirming beneath him. “Yeah, I know you will—you’re strong, you can take it.”

His tip catches on your clit, and you gasp before he’s plunging into you, setting a brutal pace. “Oh, fuck!”

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he groans. “So fuckin’ tight.”

He hits the inside of you perfectly, his soft ginger hair falling loose from its low pony—you wish you knew his name so you could scream it, but you settle for moaning, panting, cussing, as he throws your other leg over his shoulder and drills into you on the gym mat. ⊹

⊹ OSAMU DAZAI—MY OLDER BROTHER ALMOST CAUGHT ME FUCKING HIS BEST FRIEND!

“Shit—I’ll be back, gonna go shower this off. Asshole.”

That was what your older brother, Chuuya, grumbled at Dazai before scurrying off to the bathroom. The three of you had just gotten back from getting ice cream, and Dazai had the brilliant idea of snatching Chuuya’s cone from him and sticking it in his hair. Cursing ensued the entire walk home.

And Dazai popped the tail end of his cone in his mouth and grabbed for your wrists as soon as your brother was out of sight, which leads you to now—in the living room, on the couch, bouncing furiously on his cock as he grunts.

“Osamu—be quiet!” you plead with him, but you’re moaning, too.

His lips fall into a grin. “Don’t worry, cutie, I can still hear the shower—fuck! Just keep—keep doing that, you feel so fucking good.”

So you reinforce your grip on his shoulders and slam your hips down to meet his, over and over, drawing sinful sounds from both of your bodies as you’re separated by a single thin wall from your brother—Dazai’s best friend, who would probably murder both of you if he found out you were fucking.

And then the water turns off. You muffle the choked cry you let out into Dazai’s shoulder, so damn frustrated that you won’t get there, not before Chuuya comes back—but Dazai’s flipping you onto your back, grabbing you by your hips, pulling you into him with such fervor that you almost shout.

“Need it, baby, I need to cum in this pussy—”

“Osamu!”

But even you can’t tell if you’re egging him on or warning him to stop—with no sound buffer and Chuuya undoubtedly coming back any minute, your body decides for you that you need it, too, you need to cum and you will, no matter how much your mind protests; your eyes flick nervously up to the hallway when they’re not rolling back from how Dazai’s rearranging your guts.

“He’s gonna come back—unh—and you’re gonna sit here with my cum in you, and he won’t even fuckin’ know.”

He’s digging his nails into your hips and ass, making you twitch, reaching down to rub your clit hard, and when you cum, clenching around him, he shoves his palm over your mouth and spills into you with a last few wet smacks.

Dazai’s scrambling back into his pants as footsteps pad down the hall; he all but throws himself at the other end of the couch as you curl up, dressed but fucked silly, focused on not letting the evidence of what just happened gush out of you and leak onto the couch.

“Fuck was that noise?” Chuuya mumbles, sauntering out as he’s tying his wet hair up.

“Hm? I don’t know, I didn’t hear anything.”

When Chuuya turns toward the kitchen, Dazai tosses you a wink. Your face burns as you feel yourself leaking. ⊹

⊹ DOPPO KUNIKIDA—COLLEGE HOTTIE SUCKS DICK FOR EXTRA CREDIT!

"You do realize I'm going to have to fail you," your professor informs you, looking into your eyes with a little regret. Truthfully, you've always been personable in class and shown promise as a student, and he's disappointed. Not in you, just in your poor academic performance during your final semester.

"There has to be something I can do to make up for it," you nearly plead, hands clasped together on the edge of his desk as you look to him with hope. You know you've been slacking, but you need this class to graduate.

"I don't know—" He sighs your name, clearly confliced. Your attendance record is less than impressive these days, and Kunikida's enforced a strict class participation policy throughout his years of teaching—as well as no extra credit—something he makes clear to all of his students in all of his classes, and you especially should know better after taking his classes for four years. "I don't know. Like what?" Maybe you can do a few credits in the summer and still walk at graduation, or pick up an internship. But he wants you to take the initiative and accountability.

He doesn't really know how to protest when you're slipping out of your seat and sinking to your knees as a spark starts to gleam in your eyes. You rattle off a few academic ideas for posterity, but ultimately find your hands sliding up his thighs and fiddling with his belt.

Fuck it, you think, you'll be out of here soon enough. Plus, Kunikida's always been kind, compassionate, understanding, and sexy—too invested in his field to even notice that handfuls of students on campus would throw themselves at him given the chance. Maybe he'll finally understand, you muse to yourself, as you work his hardening cock out of his dress pants.

He chokes out your name when you take his length in both of your hands; he's all the way gone when you're swirling your tongue over his tip, giving in to your little idea for extra credit sooner than he'd ever admit to himself.

"Oh, fuck—" He's staring up at the ceiling of his office in pure bliss because his student is working hot, sloppy kisses down the underside of his cock. His hands twist into your hair, and you gaze up at him, doe-eyed, as his head falls forward and he looks at you through his glasses. "Keep going. Don't fucking stop."

He's trying not to thrust into your mouth when you fondle his balls; his pretty blond bangs are dampening with sweat, and you can't take your eyes off him as you bob your head faster, hollowing your cheeks around him and moaning at the taste of your professor's cock heavy in your mouth. He twitches and jumps at your attention to detail—your fingers raking tracks down his thighs, your frantic tongue, your fluttering lashes and sugary moans, gags, and slurps that are music to him.

You know, as he falls apart more and more by the second, you won't have to worry about this class anymore.

"Unh—uh, yes, oh, fuck, we'll work something out, yeah, gorgeous? Just don't stop—d—don't stop, don't fucking stop, I'm gonna cum down that pretty throat, yeah, and we'll get it all figured out." ⊹

⊹ YUKICHI FUKUZAWA—NAUGHTY SECRETARY SEDUCES HOT BOSS!

You're perched on his desk when he returns from the meeting—Yukichi, your boss, who, lately, you can't stop thinking about climbling like a tree. You're sure your coworkers see it, too, but you're his personal assistant; no one gets to be as close to him as you, and he trusts you.

Which is why you'll put the moves on him today.

He runs a hand through his silver hair—obviously stressed—sighing as he pulls his office door shut and turns to you. He speaks your name, holds a few papers in your direction, begins instructing you on what he needs from you next.

But you know better what he needs. The papers that make their way into your hands are quickly forgotten about on his desk as you uncross your legs and hop down, sauntering up to place on hand on his arm, the other on his chest.

"Sir, you look so tense. Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do?"

He makes his way to sit down in his office chair, disregarding your touch in a way that has you following after him like a puppy in need of attention.

He doesn't answer, but he also doesn't protest when you settle between his knees beneath his desk and push his yukata and haori up to pool around his hips. His dick is thick and veiny, even soft; when you spit in your hand and begin to work him up and down his mouth falls open with a sigh, and he grows at least two inches as he hardens beneath your grip.

You didn't think you'd be able to fit his absolute monster cock in your mouth, but you find yourself, throat open, with your nose pressed to his happy trail as you swirl your tongue and breathe through your nose frantically; he holds your face down, speaking very little but making up for it with the way he grunts hotly in that deep, rough voice as he bucks into the back of your throat.

"Unh—ugh..."

You breathe through your nose as his hips fall into a brutal pace; his hands on either side of your head keep you pinned in place as he uses you, takes his stress out on you. Your fingers massage his balls, and you can't help the way you hum around him when he twitches in your mouth.

Yukichi pulls out of your jaw and you gasp for air, wiping the spit that drips down your chin with the back of your hand, but he's not done. When he does speak, it's demanding, low, and it makes your cunt throb with need.

"Get up. Get up, sit on the desk. 'Need to fuck you."

You do as you’re told, open up for him with no hesitation, smiling as he works his fat cock into you—yeah, his stress will be gone in no time with the way he fucks your hole so hard and fast that you shake with each creak of his desk. ⊹

⊹ ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA—STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR WITH MY SEXY NEIGHBOR!

"Ah! Atsushi, open the door!"

"Um," he frets, punching the button until he's sure it'll break. If it's not broken already. "I—I can't, it's not working!"

Not working? Is he fucking serious? You're trapped in the door—all you did was try to reach back out for your bag you'd set by the elevator and now you're stuck, by the waist, between the two sliding maneuvers, your bag dangling from your hands.

"It's supposed to have a sensor! It's not supposed to even close when someone's on the threshold!" you cry through your teeth as you try to squirm out. Atsushi's mind is already working, though, over the way you're pinned in half, wiggling your ass as you struggle against the industrial strength of the elevator door. "Atsushi, help me, please call someone or something—"

But his hands are on your hips, pulling backward, and you can't help the noise of surprise that slips out of you.

"Atsu', I seriously don't think that will work, please, just call—Atsushi!"

His hands shake as he slides your pants and underwear down your thighs, exposing your ass; he tunes out your protesting as he undoes his belt. You hear the clink of it hitting the ground, you feel his fingers dipping into your cunt from behind, and he cannot be fucking serious.

"I'm sorry," he cries like it's out of his control—he feels like it is. "I'm sorry, you're so hot, you're right here, I've wanted this for so long."

And you feel yourself beginning to drip at his desperate tone. You can't fucking believe it—this is depraved. This is some shit you would've never expected from the sweet, cute boy in the apartment across the hall who helped you drag your bedframe and couch from this very elevator to your room but here he is, prodding at you with his pathetically leaky cock while you're stuck in the damn elevator door.

And you'd be frustrated with how your body reacts, but as he slides his dick along your cunt, drenching himself in your wetness, you can't help but arch back into his touch.

"Atsushi, you have to fuck me, please."

And he does, fast and unpracticed—he whimpers for you, tells you you're all he thinks about when he jerks off; he confesses that he looks through his peephole when he knows you're leaving for work or school just to get at least one glimpse of you everyday to fuel his imagination, and you gush around him, the pain of the door trapping you falling irrelevant, drifting out of your mind, as he buries his face in your shoulder and humps into you like an animal, pounding against your cervix.

"Fuck, that's right, so good, so, so good—better than I could've imagined—agh, fuck, that's right, take it all, take it, take it, take it...!" ⊹

⊹ RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA—HOT BABE HAS NO MONEY, LETS THE DELIVERY BOY DESTROY THAT PUSSY!

You rifle through your wallet and hum when you come up short. "Um, I... know you said you don't have a card reader, but I don't have enough cash."

The delivery boy looks at you with little more than boredom until you invite him in.

"Here, let me look in my room—I might have more stashed somehwere..."

He stands over you, searching you with his curious gray eyes as you dig through a drawer, a bag, another bag, only to come up short again. You even peek under your mattress for good measure, but you're just out. You turn to him sheepishly.

"I, uh... I don't have enough, I'm really sorry."

"Well, I can't leave without some form of payment," he deadpans, and you try to think of something, anything—you have a few giftcards for other delivery services, some jewelry—but he's letting his bag fall off his shoulder and grabbing you by the hips before you can register what he means.

You end up face down, ass up on your bed as a compromise, his hips rutting into you from behind as he holds your wrists behind your back. Ryuunosuke his name tag read—you're quick to adopt a way around that mouthful, moaning out, "Ryuu, Ryuu, please!" as he splits you open and calls you a whore.

"Fuckin' slut—"

When you're able to glance back for a second you can see his pretty black hair swaying with each rough thrust, and you're sure he's hitting your lungs—he's so fucking deep inside you, and you're gasping, moaning for more.

"—so eager to—unh—take this dick. Probably hiding your cash somewhere."

But whether you are or not doesn't matter; your eyes are rolling back to the hard smack of his hips against your ass and the white-hot pleasure that rolls through you every time he plows straight into your g-spot, and he's throbbing inside of you at the way your cunt grips him. Your pizza's getting cold on the counter in your kitchen, but you don't care—not when he bunches his fingers up in your hair to arch you back up to him so he can wrap his other hand around your throat.

You hold onto him as he bends you, pulling air down into your lungs when you can, and his gravelly voice barrages you with more words that make you gush around his cock.

"Gonna let me cum in this pussy so you don't have to fork over a few bucks for a pizza? Pathetic."

His teeth sink into your shoulder, his other hand reaches down to torture your neglected clit, and you're sure he's gonna break you over this, your hot delivery boy who just so happened to have the idea to fill you up as payment. You pant his name desperately between thunderous moans—you're gonna cum soon. ⊹

⊹ SAKUNOSUKE ODA—THIS PLUMBER FIXED MORE THAN JUST MY PIPES!

"Okay, that should do it." The man stands up, back to a height at which he towers over you, and you lean on the doorframe to the kitchen as he shuts the cabinets beneath your sink. "It's all movin' again."

You were in your robe when you answered the door, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't run to the bathroom to fix your hair and swipe on a little lip balm while he was working. Really, you hadn't meant to try to fuck the plumber. But this man was gorgeous, with his auburn hair, stubble-lined jaw, large hands, broad shoulders. You felt your eyes widen when you first laid eyes on him, and now you'd been throbbing thinking about what those thick fingers could do other than plumbing.

You pull your robe tighter around yourself, hoping to subtly accentuate the outline of your body. "Thank you so much, really, I don't know what I'd have done without the sink."

"Probably used the dishwasher a lot more," he cracked dryly, and your previous words suddenly feel stupid, but it only serves to make him hotter.

"How should I pay you?" You stride over to him. "Cash?"

"You can just pay online." He looks tired, but he has a well-meaning smile on his face.

You look a little incredulous. "Really? I can't—do you accept tips? Seriously, top notch work and super quick. I can't not thank you."

"I'm really not supposed to take tips," he drawls, running a hand through his hair. You find yourself biting your lip; you can't look away from him. You must look like a rabid animal right now, but you can't help it.

He doesn't tear his eyes away from yours.

"I mean, unless..."

Those three words are what find you on your back in your bedroom with your robe thrown open, the sweet and efficient plumber named Sakunosuke standing at the edge as he impales you on his cock. He worked you open with those fingers first, fast and harsh, just how you begged him to, but nothing could've prepared your weeping hole for the stretch of his fat dick—and now he's pounding into you, his hands clutching your waist as you hold your legs open for him to thrust deeper, deeper.

“Oh, shit. Unh—so wet—“

His groans come from his chest, deliciously—he looks a little like he knows he shouldn't be doing this, but your cunt is sucking him in like it was what he was supposed to come here for all along. You spasm and clench around him and he throws his head back, your whole body rippling as his strong hips and heavy balls smack lewdly against your ass with each thrust.

“Mmph—fuck—break that sink of yours more often, alright?” ⊹

⊹ ANGO SAKAGUCHI—I JOINED THE MILE HIGH CLUB (EXTREMELY RISKY)!

The man you met in the airport bar—oh, he’s pretty.

He's even prettier in your mind when the pilot announces phone permissions now that you're in the air, and the first notification your phone receieves is from him.

I have an open seat next to me in first class. Come visit.

You don't hesitate for a moment. You stride forward from the economy section, past the flight attendants who protest at you flimsily to search for his seat number—you see his unmistakably gorgeous hair, his glasses, his sharp side profile as he speaks to an attendant, catches you in his peripheral, and then shoos her away.

There's hardly niceties before one of your legs is slung over his knee and he kisses you with fervor. You don't think too hard about the people around you—none of whom can actually see you but without a doubt will know exactly what's happening in a few minutes—as you grind down onto his thigh, bite his lips, draw soft gasps from him when your knee nudges his bulge.

Before you know it, his cock is free and he slides your underwear to the side so you can sink onto him; he groans shamelessly when your wet heat envelops him completely, causing heads to turn in your direction, but you just brace your knees against the airplane seat and your hands on his shoulders make quick work of milking him of everything he has.

He kisses you, hot, heavy; he smells good, he smells expensive, and you tear his dress shirt open to rake your nails down his chest as he grabs your hips, letting his head fall back and a full-bodied moan into the cramped air of the plane as he does so. You lift up to let him thrust, let lewd smacks resonate throughout first class, and with your chest in his face he rides your shirt up to latch his teeth to one of your nipples; you echo him, moaning unabashedly, running your hands through your hair, gripping him as people look on.

"Fuuuck, yeah, feels so good," he praises from beneath you. "Knew I had to fuck you from the second I saw you." His eyebrows draw up in concentration as he looks down at where your bodies meet and continues fucking up into you hard. "Hah—listen to that cunt cry for me. You like being watched, huh? Gonna let me fuck you 'til the plane smells like sex? Huh?"

You nod, messily, desperately, and he quickens his pace ever faster, pulling you back down into a sloppy kiss.

An attendant awkwardly approaches in the aisle, but the gorgeous man who's destroying your insides just holds up a palm, shoos her away again.

"Fuck—so sexy. Keep takin' this dick." ⊹

⊹ NIKOLAI GOGOL—LUCKY INTRUDER GETS TO FUCK HORNY VICTIM!

You're splayed out on your bed, two fingers stuffed deep in your cunt—and he's just surprised you didn't hear him breaking the lock on your front door.

When you meet his eyes, you're so glazed over with pleasure that you barely miss a beat, your gaze only blowing wide when he peers around your bedroom doorway. His snowy white hair, his sharp features—you can't find the sense to be alarmed at this unfamiliar man, the one holding your laptop and—is that your wallet?

Doesn't matter—they're clattering to the ground, another factor here you can't find it in yourself to care about as his gray eyes are locked onto you fucking yourself open on your sheets. The sheen of sweat that covers your skin, your desperate moans as you grind your clit against your palm, the obscene squelching that comes from your wet cunt—they all serve to propel him over to you, prompt him to dig his already-hard cock out of his pants as you just watch, beg him with your stare to come fill you up. You're so lucky he's here, really—you look like you're struggling to get deep enough with your pathetic little fingers; he guesses it's only fair that he repay you for the material goods he's about to rob you of and pawn off on whatever sucker will buy them for cash, right?

"Right? I'll help you out—" He gives his cock a few pumps as he positions himself between your legs, "—looks like you need it, sweetheart."

You can only bite your lip to supress the moan that leaves you as he enters your cunt and lifts your fingers up and out of you by your wrist to swirl his tongue around them, lick them clean. He's huge—even your third and fourth fingers weren't enough to prepare you properly for the burglar’s dick in your needy pussy, so you let out strained combinations of gasps and screams when he starts to drill into you mercilessly. You can't help the way your ankles link behind his back, the way you reach for him—and he smiles wickedly when your eyes roll back.

"You like having a stranger's cock deep in your guts, huh?" he speaks between deep sighs and grunts. You can only babble your incoherent agreement, your laptop and wallet forgotten, the actions of this man forgotten, everything but how desperately you need to squirt all over him forgotten—you reach down and rub your clit, play with your nipples as your mouth is frozen open as you moan, moan for this man who's just broken into your home. "Uh—yeah, you're gonna like takin' all my cum, too, I bet." ⊹

⊹ SIGMA—MASSEUR HELPS HIS SEXY CLIENT RELIEVE STRESS!

"Oh, yeah—right there," you groan softly as the heel of his palm meets the center of your back. You've been looking forward to this full-body massage the whole week, and this man was not disappointing.

He works his way down your back, twisting knots out as he goes—his lithe fingers feel like heaven against you, overworked from hours at your desk hunched over your computer.

But it's a full-body massage, as mentioned before; when his fingers dig into the plush of your asscheeks, you can't help the groan that leaves you.

"That okay?" he inquires; you think you hear a shake in his voice.

"More than okay," you reply, thinking you could fall asleep as he works you into relaxation. You could close your eyes from how good it feels, or you could peek behind you and see his face burning with blush at your sounds. You do the former, but smirk a little at how sweet it is of him to check in.

He checks in again when his hands are inching your underwear down, and you tell him of course, he's the professional.

He's still the professional when he climbs up on the table behind you and buries his flushed face into your cunt. You arch up and back, crooning, as his hands stay massaging you, spreading you apart, kneading your ass with career expertise and plunging his tongue into you with enthusiasm.

"Oh! Oh—feels good," you breathe, grinding back into his face, onto his nose. He laps at you happily, this masseur you've barely looked upon for a total of twenty seconds, but you can't lie to yourself and say you didn't think he was pretty when he led you back to his room; he hums into you, sending you shivering, twitching. "Please, more."

"Mhm," he mumbles, releasing one of your asscheeks to lay back beneath you and insert a long, thin finger into your pussy; you sigh, you settle onto his face, and his tongue speeds up in this new position in a way that rips a high moan from your lungs.

Not hunched, but arched, the stretch feels heavenly on your back in combination with the way he pumps another finger into you; you graciously sit up, throwing your head back, begging, pleading for more until his tongue settles into a tight back-and-forth rhythm over your clit. "Please, please, please—"

You grind against his nose, your moans become more erratic, and you dig a hand into his hair as your hips move in dizzying circles over his head.

"Cum for me?" he asks, muffled by your pussy; you'll ride him until his face is soaked. ⊹

⊹ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY—CONFESSING MY SINS ENDS IN HUGE CUMSHOT ALL OVER MY FACE!

“And I’ve been terribly, terribly lustful, Father Fyodor,” you say with regret. “It consumes me. I really never used to be like this."

"Temptation lurks everywhere," the priest sympathizes. You can barely see him through the grate, but his soft, forgiving voice sounds close to you. "The Devil and his army are constantly exploiting our vulnerabilities to try and turn us to sin, but worry not, child of Christ; we're human. I'm here to guide you. Continue."

You shift on the wooden seat in the booth, crossing your hands tighter over your lap. "That's really all. It's been very concerning to me. I think about it... I think about it so much."

"About what?" Father Fyodor prompts, and you bristle even more at being asked to elaborate.

"Sex," it barely comes out as more than a whisper. "I can't help it—it's everywhere. It leaves me feeling so... exhausted and frustrated, and the only thing that helps is... Well..."

But you're met with silence. You know he wants you to go on. You're here to confess, after all.

"...touching myself. I do it at least once a day. It's like a burning within me—nothing helps but—but—cumming all over my fingers." Your voice is laced with shame—the throbbing of your cunt as you talk makes you feel all the more guilty, and you can only imagine how he's shaking his head. "That's all. That's all."

"You'll do penance," he says, comfortingly. "When we bring our sins to the Lord and repent he cleanses us of them."

The grate pops out of the window, and you see the the waist of his alb as he speaks his next words.

"You'll take communion, now—" the cinctures around his waist fall undone beneath his hands, and the alb is hiked up to reveal a leaking cock, pretty and pale and bobbing in the air of the confessional. "—and be saved from the flames of perdition.”

"Yes, Father, please. Anything to be saved." But your mouth waters in a way that you know has little to do with your thirst for salvation.

"Take this; eat. This is my body," he recites the scripture as his length reaches through the window; your hands, eager and already on the threshold, accept him willingly. As you wrap your mouth around him, he groans, and it's like seraphim singing their holy, holy, holy.

꒰ osamu dazai ꒱

green flags

makes life fun: even boring errands become dates. grocery shopping? he’s racing you down aisles. laundry day? he’s wearing your sweater and acting dramatic about “domestic bliss.” life with him never feels dull

soft with you in private: outside, he’s teasing, clever, hard to read. alone? he’s clingy, sleepy, affectionate, head in your lap, arms around your waist, mumbling that you’re warm and he’s staying there forever

he understands darkness: if you struggle mentally or emotionally, he’s not easily scared off by ugly feelings, grief, or messy thoughts. he understands heavy things better than most

loves deeply once committed: if he genuinely chooses you, it’s intense. loyal in a way that runs frighteningly deep

ridiculously attentive: he notices everything, when your smile looks forced, when you’re quieter than usual, when you mention liking something once in passing and suddenly it’s in his hands a week later

red flags

push-pull behavior: gets close → feels vulnerable → pulls away → comes back clingier than before. emotional whiplash

hard to reassure: even if he loves you, part of him may quietly wonder why. that insecurity can make him sabotage good things

keeps secrets: He’d convince himself he’s “protecting you” by hiding things, when really it creates distance and trust issues

emotionally evasive: the biggest one. he’ll joke instead of being vulnerable. he can love you deeply and still struggle to honestly say what he feels

manipulative tendencies: dazai is smart, too smart. if unhealthy, he could test you, push boundaries, or steer situations without you realizing

꒰ chuuya nakahara ꒱

green flags

extremely loyal: once he loves you, he’s all in. he’s the kind of boyfriend who stays, through hard days, ugly crying, bad moods, and every messy part of life

protective (but not careless): he takes your safety seriously. walks you home, keeps an eye on your surroundings, checks that you got home safe, and is already handling problems before you even realize there’s one

communicates: chuuya is more likely to say what bothers him, what he wants, and where you stand. he can be hotheaded, but you usually won’t have to guess how he feels

spoils you: nice dinners, thoughtful gifts, quality wine, expensive perfume/cologne because “you deserve good things,” and he absolutely remembers your favorite everything

passionate love: he loves loudly, fierce affection, intense kisses, protective arms around your waist, staring at you like you hung the moon

red flags

terrible temper: not necessarily directed at you, but his anger can be explosive. arguments could get heated fast

work comes with danger: being with him means living with risk. violence, enemies, and a dangerous lifestyle would always be part of the relationship

can be possessive: not necessarily controlling, but definitely a “who is that?” eyebrow raise type. if unhealthy, jealousy could become an issue

stubborn: once he digs his heels in, good luck moving him. apologies may come late, even when he knows he’s wrong

high standards: for himself and sometimes others. he can be harsh, blunt, and accidentally intimidating when frustrated

꒰ ranpo edogawa ꒱

green flags

knows you better than you know yourself: ranpo picks up on tiny things, the shift in your voice, the look on your face, habits you don’t even realize you have. you can’t really hide when something’s wrong, because he’ll know immediately

makes you feel chosen: he can be playful and bratty with everyone, but when he loves someone, there’s a very clear “this is my person” energy. you’d feel special in a very genuine way

loyal to the core: once you’re important to him, he keeps you close. he values his people deeply and doesn’t let go easily

makes life feel lighter: a relationship with him would have lots of laughter, teasing, little competitions, inside jokes, and random adventures that somehow become core memories

surprisingly protective: not always physically intimidating, but he’d absolutely use his mind to keep you safe, solve problems, and make sure no one gets one over on you

red flags

can be insensitive: ranpo’s honesty can sting. he may say the brutal truth without realizing how sharp it sounds

spoiled tendencies: he likes being babied a little, snacks, praise, attention, getting his way. cute… until he’s being dramatic because you didn’t indulge him

hard to surprise: planning cute secrets or dramatic reveals? difficult. he’ll probably figure it out before you finish setting it up

low patience for nonsense: if he thinks someone is wasting your time or hurting you, he can become blunt, sharp, and merciless very quickly

emotionally lazy at times: because he understands things quickly, he may assume he already “gets it” and skip the deeper emotional conversation you actually need

꒰ ryunosuke akutagawa ꒱

green flags

quiet devotion: akutagawa isn’t flashy with affection, but when he loves, it’s intense and unwavering. he’s the type to stand silently beside you through everything, his version of “I’m here” is powerful

deeply protective: if someone hurts you, insults you, or threatens you in any way, he takes it personally. you’d never doubt that he has your back

pays attention to what matters: he may seem detached, but he remembers details about you, your routines, preferences, things that make you comfortable, and quietly adjusts around them

soft side only for you: the colder he is with the world, the sweeter those rare moments become, a hand lingering on yours, quietly checking if you’re warm enough, awkward but sincere affection

would treasure your praise: your approval would mean everything to him. genuine compliments stick with him more than he’d admit, and he’d work hard to be someone worthy of them

red flags

emotionally closed off: getting him to openly talk about feelings would be difficult. he tends to bury vulnerability under silence, distance, or intensity

obsessive tendencies: when akutagawa fixates, he fixates. in an unhealthy relationship, that intensity could become possessiveness or unhealthy dependence

low self-worth: a big one. he often measures himself harshly. that can create insecurity, jealousy, or self-sabotaging behavior in love

can be harsh: he may say things bluntly or coldly, especially when upset, without realizing how deeply it lands

difficulty receiving love: even if you love him deeply, part of him may struggle to believe he deserves it

꒰ doppo kunikida ꒱

green flags

dependable to a fault: if kunikida says he’ll do something, he does it. you’d never have to question whether he’ll show up for you, emotionally, physically, practically, he’s there

takes relationships seriously: he’s not casual about love. if he commits, it’s because he sees long-term potential. he’d approach being your boyfriend with genuine care and intention

responsible king: bills paid, plans made, emergencies handled, future discussed. he’s the kind of partner who makes life feel stable rather than chaotic

encourages your goals: he’d respect ambition and want to help you succeed. the type to remember your deadlines, help you prepare, and quietly brag about your accomplishments

would make an excellent husband: realistically? strong husband material. stable, loyal, hardworking, and deeply committed

red flags

workaholic tendencies: he may prioritize responsibilities so heavily that romance gets pushed aside

truggles with flexibility: spontaneous chaos? sudden plan changes? he may internally combust

stress carries over: when overwhelmed, he can become tense, sharp, or emotionally unavailable until he regains control

may accidentally parent you: gentle reminders can turn into lectures if he’s not careful: sleep schedule, finances, diet, organization… very “concerned husband with clipboard” energy

꒰ atsushi nakajima ꒱

green flags

genuinely kind: atsushi has a soft heart. he cares deeply, loves sincerely, and treats people with warmth that feels safe to be around

very attentive to your feelings: he’d notice when you’re upset and immediately want to help, asking if you’re okay, bringing comfort items, staying with you until you feel better

affectionate in a sweet way: hand-holding, shy forehead kisses, hugging you a little too long, looking at you with that quiet “i really like you”softness

supportive partner: he’d be your biggest cheerleader. your wins feel like his wins, and he’d constantly remind you how proud he is of you

would cherish little things: notes from you? saved. random gifts? treasured forever. photos together? his favorite thing. he’d value every small sign of love

red flags

low self-esteem: a big one. atsushi may struggle to believe he deserves love, which can lead to insecurity, overthinking, or unintentionally pulling away

needs reassurance:he may quietly wonder if you’re upset with him, if you still love him, or if he’s “enough”

can be emotionally overwhelmed: he feels things deeply. stress, guilt, fear, or conflict may hit him hard

conflict avoidance: he may bottle up problems because he doesn’t want to upset you, which can create hidden tension

꒰ fukuzawa yukichi ꒱

green flags

extremely reliable: if he says something, it happens. no guessing, no uncertainty, just consistency and trust

emotionally mature: he handles conflict calmly, doesn’t escalate unnecessarily, and prefers understanding over drama

calm, stable presence: fukuzawa is the definition of emotional steadiness. being with him feels grounding, like things won’t fall apart just because life gets messy

protective in a quiet, powerful way: he doesn’t need to be loud about it. If you’re in danger or discomfort, he’s already intervening. you’d feel safe just standing next to him

respects your independence: he wouldn’t smother you. instead, he supports you becoming your own person while still being right there when you need him

red flags

emotionally reserved: he’s not very expressive with feelings. you may sometimes wish he said more, showed more, or verbalized love more openly

work and duty come first: his responsibilities often take priority. that can lead to distance or limited time together

can feel distant unintentionally: even when he cares deeply, his calm nature might come across as emotional detachment

hard to read sometimes: you might have to learn his quieter ways of showing love instead of hearing it directly

꒰ fyodor dostoevsky ꒱

green flags

Intelligent and perceptive: fyodor is extremely sharp. he reads situations and people with unsettling accuracy. he would rarely misunderstand you, because he studies people deeply

calm under pressure: he doesn’t panic or act impulsively. in tense situations, he stays composed, which can feel strangely reassuring

deep convictions: when he believes in something, he commits fully. there’s a sense of purpose and certainty in him

unshaken presence: he carries himself like nothing truly rattles him. that steadiness can feel grounding in moments of chaos

articulate and thoughtful speaker: he expresses himself in a very deliberate, poetic way. conversations with him would feel intense, philosophical, and mentally stimulating

red flags

extremely manipulative: fyodor is not someone who simply “plays mind games” he specializes in psychological control. in a relationship, this is a major danger: influence, persuasion, and emotional steering would not be used gently

lack of emotional safety: you would constantly question whether his actions are genuine or part of a larger plan. that uncertainty is emotionally exhausting

secretive and opaque: he hides his true intentions very well. even closeness doesn’t guarantee transparency

moral extremism: his beliefs are rigid and intense. if your values don’t align, he is unlikely to compromise

control over connection: he tends to position himself as someone who understands reality better than others, which can create a power imbalance in relationships

꒰ nikolai gogol ꒱

green flags

never boring, ever: life with nikolai would be unpredictable, exciting, and full of chaos in a strangely fun way. every day feels like something unexpected could happen

surprisingly attentive beneath the chaos: he acts unserious, but he notices more than he lets on. he’d pick up on your moods, habits, and vulnerabilities quickly

affection would be theatrical but sincere: grand gestures, dramatic confessions, random gifts, appearing out of nowhere just to see your reaction, chaotic, but memorable

makes you laugh: he’s bizarre, funny, and weirdly charming. even frustrating moments could become stories you laugh about later

could love intensely: if he chose someone, it would probably be wholehearted, consuming, and impossible to ignore

red flags

wildly unstable: the biggest one. his unpredictability isn’t just quirky, it can be dangerous, impulsive, and emotionally exhausting

unclear motives: you may never fully know whether he’s joking, testing you, being honest, or performing

poor emotional consistency: one moment affectionate, the next detached, strange, or doing something completely unhinged

boundary issues: he’s the type to ignore normal limits because he finds reactions interesting

꒰ sigma ꒱

green flags

genuinely gentle and kind: sigma is one of the softest presences in the series. he treats people with care, patience, and a calm sincerity that feels safe to be around.

hardworking and responsible: even with uncertainty in his life, he strives to build something stable. he puts effort into making things work.

emotionally honest when safe: once he trusts someone, he tends to be open about his feelings and fears rather than hiding them completely.

warm presence: he brings a calm, almost soothing energy. being around him can feel like a break from chaos.

red flags

identity insecurity: a major one. sigma struggles with questions about who he is, which can lead to emotional instability or dependence on reassurance

fear of abandonment: he deeply wants connection, but that also makes him sensitive to distance or perceived rejection

easily overwhelmed: stress, conflict, or emotional intensity can hit him hard, making it difficult for him to cope in high-pressure situations

can become clingy when anxious: not in a controlling way, more in a “please don’t leave me” emotional reliance way

꒰ saigiku jouno ꒱

green flags

strangely attentive when he chooses to be: he may act chaotic, but when he focuses on you, he remembers details and picks up on things other people miss entirely

protective under the teasing: his playful, taunting personality hides a strong protective instinct. if someone genuinely threatens you, he doesn’t hesitate

honest in his own blunt way: he doesn’t sugarcoat things. what he says is what he means, which can make things weirdly clear even if it stings

exciting, never predictable: life with him would never be boring. there’s always an edge of surprise, banter, or chaos in the air

strong sense of justice (in his own way): he believes in his role and convictions strongly, which can translate into loyalty once you’re “in his circle

red flags

control through perception: because of his sensory abilities, he often “knows too much,” which can feel invasive or unsettling

blunt cruelty disguised as jokes: he may say things that hit hard and frame them as teasing, even when they hurt

trust issues (on both sides): he’s not easy to read emotionally, and he doesn’t make himself emotionally safe or predictable

hard to emotionally pin down: even if he cares, it may feel inconsistent or hidden behind sarcasm and games

꒰ tetcho suehiro ꒱

green flags

incredibly loyal once he chooses you: tetcho is the type who commits fully. if you’re his person, he’ll stand by you without hesitation, no matter how difficult things get

honest and straightforward: he doesn’t play mind games. what he thinks is what he says, and what he says is what he means. relationships with him would be refreshingly direct

strong sense of justice and fairness: he genuinely believes in doing what’s right. you’d never have to question his moral intentions or worry about hidden agendas

protective in a calm, steady way: not overly emotional, but reliable. if you’re in danger, he acts immediately and efficiently

hardworking and disciplined: he puts effort into everything he does, including relationships. he would actively try to be someone dependable for you

red flags

emotionally rigid: tetcho isn’t very expressive. he may struggle to verbalize affection or emotional needs, which can make things feel distant at times

very black-and-white thinking: his strong sense of right and wrong can make compromise difficult in emotionally complex situations

work-focused lifestyle: as a hunting dogs member, duty and missions often come first, which can create emotional or physical distance

low emotional awareness at times: he may not always understand subtle emotional cues, especially if you need comfort in a softer, indirect way

꒰ junichiro tanizaki ꒱

green flags

genuinely gentle and sweet: junichiro has a soft personality in everyday life. he’s caring, easygoing, and usually just wants the people he loves to be comfortable and happy

very supportive partner: he’d encourage you, agree with your ideas, and go along with things you enjoy just to see you smile. he’s not competitive in love, he’s cooperative

emotionally affectionate (when relaxed): in calm moments, he can be warm, playful, and physically affectionate in a cozy, low-pressure way

loyal to his close circle: he doesn’t easily abandon people he trusts. if you’re in his inner world, he’s not quick to let go

adaptable and easygoing: he’s flexible in relationships and not overly strict or demanding. he tends to “go with the flow” to avoid conflict

red flags

avoids conflict at all costs: he would rather ignore issues than confront them, which can lead to unresolved tension building up over time

emotionally inconsistent under stress: when things get serious, he may shut down or retreat instead of communicating clearly

can be overly passive: decision-making might fall on you, which can feel unbalanced in the long run

may hide discomfort: he’s the type to say “it’s fine” even when it isn’t, just to keep things peaceful

꒰ michizo tachihara ꒱

green flags

loyal when it truly counts: once tachihara commits to someone emotionally, he’s surprisingly steadfast. he’s not the type to abandon people he genuinely cares about

protective instinct kicks in fast: he’s quick to step in if someone threatens or disrespects you. not always polished about it, but very effective

emotionally direct (when he opens up): he’s not overly cryptic. when he decides to be honest, he says things plainly instead of playing mind games

playful and easygoing side: he can be fun, teasing, and relaxed in a relationship when things are safe and stable

red flags

double-life stress (big one): his undercover situation means secrecy, lies by necessity, and emotional compartmentalization. that creates distance in relationships

trust issues (both sides): because of his lifestyle, full honesty isn’t always possible, which can make emotional security complicated

emotional inconsistency: he may switch between casual, intense, and distant depending on his situation

risk-heavy life: danger, missions, and constant tension are part of his world, stability is never guaranteed

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

He was kinda surprised. He didn't expect 𝘺𝘰𝘶 out of all people to have something like this.

It was late at night. You had fallen asleep cuddling with him on your bed. He was staying for the night.

He got nosy. He wanted to find your secrets. Anything that could tell him more about you.

Before he decided to stop, his eyes landed on your nightstand.

He looked inside your closet first; nothing too interesting besides a few photos of you when you were a kid. He thought they were cute. He stuffed a few into his coat pocket.

Bingo.

Lots of people hide things in their nighstands. He figured he would find at least a diary of some sort.

He gently opens it, careful not to make any sudden sounds. He notices a small bag.

He picks it up. The bag was silky with a string holding the opening together.

He pulls it out and holds it in his hand, his eyes widening.

Not thinking much about it, he undos the string. Opening it and reaching inside to pull out whatever it is that's in there. It's smooth. It must be made out of silicone; he thinks to himself.

Holy shit.

He chuckles to himself in surprise. He doesn't mind that you have one no, but he didn't think you had one, It never crossed his mind.

His thumb presses the button. Making the toy buzz to life. Although it's on the lowest setting, it's still an intense vibration.

He goes through the different modes. Thinking to himself how you look using it.

After he's done. He looks over at you, chuckling again.

"I'm definitely going to ask about this later."

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂

You were laying on your bed scrolling on your phone when you hear the front door open.

He comes into the bedroom, tired from work. You get up and hug him. He smiles and wraps his arms around your waist.

"You're home early"

He chuckles "yeah, boss let me go home earlier than usual."

He kisses your forehead and walks to the dresser to get a change of clothes while you lay back down on the bed.

His head turns to look at you but he notices something on your nightstand.

"What is that?"

You look up from your phone in confusion, you follow his gaze and you freeze.

Shit. You forgot to put that away.

"Its- it's nothing!" You say nervously. But the blush on your face says otherwise.

He cocks his eyebrow and walks up to the nightstand.

He picks it up.

You yelp and scramble off the bed, reaching for it, but he holds it away from you.

"Doll, is this a..?"

"Give me that!" You continue to reach for it, your face flushed in embarrassment.

His face is red too. This was something he did not expect to see first thing when he came home.

"Yknow.. You didn't have to hide it from me. It's- it's okay." He mumbles out.

He hands it back to you. And you snatch it and shove it back into your nightstand.

The two of you stand in silence. But despite Chuuyas flushed face, he smirks.

"You should let me use that on you someday. It'd be interesting yeah?" He chuckles.

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐

He already knows you have one, but he wants to see it for himself.

So when you show him your bedroom, he walks right in, Looking around. he See's your nightstand. He smirks.

He walks up to it.

"Ranpo what are you-"

"It's in here right?"

You freeze. "W-what?"

"Your toy."

You go silent. His smirk widens. Your face says it all. He reaches for the handle and opens it. Pulling the toy out.

"H-hey! Put that back!" You scramble over to him.

He turns it on. The sound of it's buzzing fills the room.

"How curious. I wonder how many times I can make you come from-"

"Ranpo!" Your face flushes. You take it from his hand and shove it back into the nightstand.

𝑲𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒂

He shouldn't have looked through your stuff in the first place. He knew better. But his curiosity got to him.

It was normal at first, finding random things of yours, your collections, and pictures. Pretty much everything that you'd expect would be in someone's room.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. I should stop."

He stands in the middle of your room, arms crossed. His eyes fall onto your nightstand.

A bit more snooping wouldn't hurt.

He opens the drawer and sees a small bag. His eyebrow cocks as he takes it out, opening it.

He reaches inside and feels the texture.

"What is this..?"

He pulls it out, looks at it, and drops it onto the floor.

"What the-! Why does she have this?!" He yells. His face turning pink.

He quickly grabs it and stuffs it back into the bag before shoving it into the nightstand and shutting the drawer.

He stands back and adjusts his glasses.

".. I'm gonna pretend I never saw that."

𝑨𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊

"Hey Atsushi?"

The two of you are laying on your bed together.

"Yeah? What is it?"

You put your phone face down on the bed.

"Can you hand me my charger? My phones almost dead. It's in the nightstand."

He smiles "yeah sure."

He leans over your bed and opens the top drawer. Looking for your charger.

Noticing something pink, he cocks his eyebrow. After moving some things around, He sees it.

He doesn't notice what it is at first so he picks it up.

"What is this?" He thinks to himself. He then presses the button on it.

You freeze.

You know that sound. How could you not.

"Um.. Atsushi? What are you holding?"

He looks back at you and holds it up.

"This. What is it?"

Oh no.

How are you going to explain to him?

"Atsushi.. Put that back."

He notices the change of tone in your voice and puts it back into the drawer.

"The charger is in the second one."

He nods and opens it, grabbing it and handing it to you.

You take it, not looking at him to hide your pink face. But he notices.

"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

You giggle "no no of course not. It's just.. That thing- it- it's a-"

He catches it. His face instantly heats up as his arms flail.

"Oh my God Im so sorry! I didn't know- shit I'm so sorry-"

You giggle "it's okay! I should've told you what drawer it was in. It's not your fault."

..

"So uhm.. how does it work?"

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓

Fyodor is a very intelligent person, but with you, theres definitely some things he doesn't know about you. He knows you have secrets. Everyone has secrets.

But he wants to know all of them.

He spent the next couple of hours looking through your place. He had snuck in while you were gone at work. Although he didn't really find anything besides your collections and pictures.

Thats until he walks into your room.

There it is. Sitting proudly on top of your nightstand.

It surprises him a little, but nonetheless, he walks up to it.

The button flashes as it sits on the charger. It's been recently used. Perhaps before you left.

He takes it off the charger and inspects it, it's warm. Which confirms his suspicion.

"How very amusing." He says to himself, going through the different modes.

His thumb presses the button, making it buzz to life. He chuckles as the vibrations go through his hand.

Although.. He doesn't hear when you come into the room.

"Fyodor..?"

𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒊

"Nikolai!"

He runs into your room with a wide smile on his face. He's always been curious about your room.

He immediately starts going through your stuff. Your body tense. You don't want him to find your..

He quickly opens your drawer and pulls it out. Your heart drops.

"Oh? Whats this?"

You run up to him to try and grab it, but he giggles and backs away from you, keeping you from getting taking it from him.

"Put that back!" You yell, face pink.

He turns it on.

"HA! it works! I'm definitely going to have some fun with this." He smirks at you. Making your face flush more.

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂

You were in the kitchen, making some food for yourself and Sigma. He was sitting at the table, talking with you.

"Hey can you do me a favor?" You turn to him.

He perks up, smiling softly.

"Yeah sure. What is it?"

"Can you go into my room and grab my phone? It should be on my nightstand."

He nods and stands up. Walking out of the kitchen and down the hallway to your bedroom.

He pushes the door open softly, quickly finding your nightstand. He walks up to it. But he notices something next to your phone.

He stares at it for a few moments, trying to figure out what that thing is, before it clicks.

His face flushes and he quickly leaves the room with your phone. Heading back to the kitchen to give it to you, pretending as if he never even saw it.

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂

"Well? What do you think?"

He walks in and looks around your bedroom, standing beside your bed.

"It's nice." He says simply.

You sit on the bed and talk to him about your room, the stories about your belongings, and about your collections.

His eyes wander the room, looking at your stuff till it lands on your nightstand.

You follow his gaze, confused at first, till you see it. You forgot to put it away last night. You curse to yourself and scramble to it, quickly shoving it into your nightstand.

The two of you sit in awkward silence for a few moments before he eventually speaks up.

"What was that?"

Your face flushes. "Uhm- it's.. It's a- yknow.. Toy.."

He stares at you blankly.

"I see."

..

"Ill pretend I never saw that." He says with a faint blush on his face. Trying to cover it with a cough.

𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚

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