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luvfy0dor · 19 days

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“You Know That I'm Obsessed With Your Body ♡⁠˖” BSD Men x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Sigma, H.P. Lovecraft

Warnings; Suggestive, kisses, hickeys, bite marks, allusions to self harm (Dazai), sh scars (Dazai), prolly a little ooc

Description; BSD men and their physical attributes

A/n; CAS lyric title!!! But I cannot bring myself to write reqs RN so............but guys i actually talked to a guy OMG never thought I'd have big enough balls but I got his ig ^w^

⑅Chuuya Nakahara⑅

Chuuyas arms are beautiful to you, they're not insanely buff and they're not thin, but at a perfect equilibrium. They're decorated with intricate tattoos and beautiful colors, and sometimes small dotted lines left by your teeth or maroon spots formed by your love and passion for each other. You loved feeling them wrap around your torso or waist with him leaning his head against your back, letting all the thoughts in his mind flow from his mouth like a waterfall. Other times, he'd hang his arms over your shoulders, letting you feel his biceps against the nape of your neck, ghosting over the baby hairs on your skin. His arms can carry you too, no matter your weight. If it'd make you feel better, he'd use his ability to help and reassure you that he won't drop you or let you get hurt.

“There we go, darlin', see, I told you I wouldn't let you get hurt. Literally not even the strongest gust of wind could knock me over with you right now, so quit worrying.”

⑅Osamu Dazai⑅

Dazai has such a gorgeous torso, bandaged or not. His skin is soft on contrast to the rough and volatile life he's always lead. The only patches of skin that aren't smooth are the ones that are littered with past scars, whether self inflicted or from other people. When Dazai trusts you enough, he'll ask you to help him take off his bandages before bed, letting your fingers brush over the rigid bumps and sharply inhaling while adjusting to your sweet touch in a new, naked place. He lets you kiss the scars and it helps him feel a little relaxed receiving your acceptance through soft kisses and affection instead of being pitied or shamed for his past. It's not like you encourage it, but you don't waste your breath on lecturing him on why he shouldn't have. It's in the past, so instead you'll offer your support for him now rather than dwelling on what you can't change.

“Mmnn...your lips are so soft on my back, baby...keep going, sweetheart, you know how much I love feeling your kisses on my skin...”

⑅Nikolai Gogol⑅

Nikolais thighs could resurrect a dead man, and you couldn't help but feel the same way every time you had your head between or against them. Occasionally your hands would hold them apart and squeeze or grope at them, feeling the firmness beneath the palm of your hand. The pressure from your fingertips leaves temporary pale spots with every pinch and your teeth and tongue leave red ones in your wake as you kiss, suck, and bite all over his thigh, and he loves it. Nikolai loves the harsh feeling of your teeth clamping around his skin, making him gasp and giggle in excitement with a hand on your neck encouraging you to continue. He's got a higher pain tolerance, so if you like to give lovebites, especially on thighs, he's your guy.

“Ah-! Oh, don't worry dove, it doesn't hurt. You know I have a good pain tolerance! You can keep going, hehe, I don't mind it.”

⑅Fyodor Dostoevsky⑅

Fyodors hands are thin and pale aside from some select spots with higher blood concentration. His nails are bitten down to the quick almost always and his fingers are bony and thin. They rest gently on your hips when you sit on his lap while he types or just relaxes with you, his thumbs rubbing circles into the fabric of either your top or bottoms. Sometimes they'll travel upwards, resting against your midsection and making you shiver from their low temperature. He'd laugh under his breath at your reaction and slide them further up, loving the idea that he has you squirming in his grasp. Otherwise, he'd keep a hand on your thigh, rubbing it out of habit modestly. In public he keeps his hands to himself, but in private his hands have a mind of their own.

“Are they that cold, Moya Lyubov? You'll get used to it eventually, unless you'd like to find your own way to warm my hands up?”

⑅Sigma⑅

Sigmas jawline is so defined and Everytime you look at it, an overwhelming urge to kiss along it bubbles up inside of you. Sigma doesn't dislike it, but he'll act like he does, always squirming and playfully grimacing. Eventually he'll give in though, holding your hand while you pepper soft pecks along his skin. He'll return them all over your cheeks and nose, tickling your skin and making you giggle. You can't help but watch Sigmas fingers trace over his jawline while he's deep in thought about this that and the other, admiring how perfect it looks on him.

“H-hey, knock it off, I'm in the middle of fillin' out papers! I said quit it- huff...fine, just a few though! You're really distracting, you know that?”

Bonus; ⑅ H.P. Lovecraft⑅

His hair is so long and luscious- how could you not want to run your fingers through it while your sleepy boyfriend lays his head in your lap? The upper half is smooth and straight while it changes into silky curls towards the bottom, though they're not the tightest and allow for your fingers to brush through them with minimal effort. He loves the feeling of your hands against his scalp, giving soft hums and groans of a relaxed pleasure. His face has his usual neutrality regardless of how nice it feels to get his head massaged by his lover. He frequently lets you pull it into a ponytail or put it into braids or whatever style you please. He lets you brush it, too, as long as you start at the bottom instead of ripping the brush through his hair.

“Mnn...that feels nice, dear...don't mind if I fall asleep on top of you, I can't help it.”

A/n; I feel so bad for not getting to requests, something like this was the easiest thing to do this week though because I had mock trial comp right after school so i couldn't write anything from 8am-7;30 pm some nights and it was the end of the quarter so i had to focus more on school work.

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cewwart · 29 days

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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. cherry blossom season ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

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iennoganan-aha · 17 days

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Sigma PLEASE he’s not funny girl. GO‼️

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heartsfourdazai · 2 months

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"my princess" but he's male

my pretty princesses<3

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microwaveango · 1 year

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hey. it's 3am. sigma in the microwave, ok?

#this took me an hour and it is my favourite thing i have ever made #he go Spin :)#mmmmmmmm (microwave noise) (this is what he is hearing in the microwave)#i wanted to slow it down but could not for the life of me figure out how so he go Fast #sigma bsd #bsd sigma #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs sigma #sigma bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs fanart #bsd fanart #finch does art #birdybugs art

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osamudaisies · 15 days

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just a lil eepy

a nice nap and sigma will be right back up trust 🙏🏼

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gojosoreos · 22 days

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fallen angel ☁️✨

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flametrashira · 2 months

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Nobody... and Everybody

Pairing: Sigma x f!reader

Content Guidance: mild NSFW. Sigma has an existential crisis which leads to kissing and dryhumping. emotional hurt/comfort. Very soft. Approx 1.7k words.

There was always work to be done at the Sky Casino. Guests could always be happier, facilities could always be improved. Dishes washed, laundry folded, glasses refilled, guestrooms made slightly more special with elaborate little touches like washcloth origami. Even the most capable manager could find themselves drowning in it. And he did.

And that’s why Sigma needed you, his trusted assistant. But deep down you knew the burden of it all still weighed heavy on his shoulders.

You walked into his office to find him sitting at his desk, his face forlornly hidden in his hands. The moment he heard you his head shot up.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, his voice sounding closer to breaking than you had ever heard it.

“No,” you assured him, setting a cold bottle of water on a coaster in front of him, and a plate of cookies beside it. “Everything’s running smoothly and our team is keeping the place shipshape. But you haven’t eaten since… I don’t even know when.”

He stared at the space above your shoulder for a moment, his sunset-hued eyes blinking rapidly. “I haven’t? No… I haven’t, have I?”

You were the only person he permitted himself to show even the slightest vulnerability in front of. Kind to his customers, reassuringly authoritative with his subordinates, Sigma constantly appeared in control. But it was a façade. The signs were obvious to anyone who spent as much time with him as you; behind the commanding veneer, he was crumbling.

“Sigma, is something on your mind?” you asked, half expecting him to brush off the question.

“Am I a useless person?” he asked, his voice so quiet and timid you couldn’t believe it came from him.

“What? Sigma, no. No, not at all.”

“You could run this casino without me just fine. I have no friends, no family, no… anything beyond my work, and every time I think I’m in control, every time I feel as though I have some semblance of who I am, it slips through my fingers like… like sand.” He put his hands on his head, burying his fingers in his lilac and silver hair. “What use am I? I'm nobody.”

“You’re important, Sigma.”

“As what?”

“As you. That’s all you need to be.” You walked around to his side of the desk, bracing your hands on his shoulders and crouching slightly to look him in the eyes. “And after all this time working together, you should know that I consider you much more than just my boss. You’re a friend too. And I couldn't do any of this without you. I need you.”

His eyes widened, his lips parting as he stared back at you.

It was as if your words had kicked out the last support holding up the precarious, cobbled together shambles of his life. He collapsed entirely, face pressed to your stomach, tears soaking through your shirt.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled after several minutes of sobbing, his words slurred by the thickness in his throat. “I’m acting disgracefully. You must think I’m a complete idiot.”

“No.” You patted the top of his head, needing to give him some kind of affection but not knowing where the boundary lay. “I think you’re a very tired and very sweet man who hasn’t eaten or drank anything all day. And I think you need to do that and then we’ll get you to your room and you can sleep. Okay?”

He nodded in agreement, releasing his hold on you to slowly and almost mournfully drink the water and nibble on the cookies you brought. “They’re good.”

“Good. Do you want something more filling?”

He didn’t hesitate for a moment before he shook his head.

“Okay,” you said, trusting that he knew his body better than you did.

When there was nothing on the plate but crumbs he let you steer him toward his room, your arm around his waist, his across your shoulders. His room was beautiful and seldom used, two of the four sides had floor to ceiling windows which gave him a heavenly view of the clouds. He shrugged off his coat and let it fall to a heap on the floor, and then flopped onto his bed, one arm draped over the edge, the other providing shelter for his eyes.

“I’m embarrassed that I’m allowing you to see me in this state.”

“Don’t be,” you said, sitting beside him on the edge of the bed and pulling off his shoes. “It’s what I’m here for.”

“You’re here to help run the casino, not babysit me.”

“I don’t mean professionally. I mean as someone who cares about you.”

You left him with that thought as you headed to his en suite and soaked a washcloth in cool water. He was on his back when you returned to the bedroom and sat beside him, gently cleaning away the tear tracks from his cheeks and cooling him off. With a soft sigh, Sigma closed his eyes, leaning into your touch.

“Don't stop…” he said when you took away the cloth for a second, his voice quiet but urgent. “Please… I'll give you a raise. Just keep doing that for a little longer.”

He already paid you more money than you could ever spend but you continued anyway. Not for the promise of riches, but for the soft smile on his lips, the way the tension just melted from him with every cool caress. It brought to mind something you'd seen online once about using a toothbrush to pet your cat because it reminded them of their mother's affection.

“You're so–” he began, stopping himself as though he was worried he'd said something which could make you uncomfortable.

But he hadn't, not at all.

You simply smiled and let your thumb caress the curve of his cheek. “You're so too.”

His lips immediately pulled into a grin, which quickly evolved into a soft, breathless burst of laughter. And for a moment, he didn’t look tired or stressed out by anything. He looked peaceful, boyish, and content. “You’re sweet to me. You’re always so kind.”

He raised his hand to mirror your gesture, his palm smooth and cool against your cheek, causing your heart to squeeze. It was such a sweet gesture, so intimate it was impossible not to fall even deeper for him. His eyes danced over your features, hues of pink and peach gazing up at you, as soft and gentle as the rosy sky beyond the windows.

“Are you going to sleep?” you asked.

He pulled in a slow breath, a quiet chuckle emerging from his lips. “I’m not sure I’m tired any more.”

And then he raised his head, the hand on your cheek slipping back into your hair, easing you down toward his lips. There was a moment of hesitation, a heavy pause as he summoned the courage to ask permission, cut short by the unspoken answer of your lips on his.

A thrill of pleasure ran through you at the sensation of his kiss; eager, sudden, clumsy, as though he was discovering kisses for the first time. And god, it was addictive. Your world filled to the brim with him; the feeling of his lips seeking yours, the rush of breath, hot and hard from his nose as if he couldn’t stand the thought of breaking away from you, not even for air. He moaned into your mouth, elegant fingers sliding down the nape of your neck, traversing the length of your spine and settling on the small of your back, urging you down, silently pleading with you to press yourself against him.

Every kiss cemented his humanity, assured him he was infinitely more than mediocre. Closer, closer, seeking a connection, a bond; Sigma’s brow raised and he released a broken groan as you lay beside him in his bed, your body flush with his, your hand caressing the curve of his thigh, gently pulling it between your own. And the delicious weight of it against your core, the way his kiss deepened, his tongue caressing, exploring, his hips rocking against yours, the air between you filled with muffled moans and staggered breaths. Hot, heavy, uncoordinated, human.

“Sigma…” you whispered against his lips, as the heat between your legs pulsed for him.

“Hoh… fuck…” he gasped, rutting against you, vulgarity tumbling from his pretty lips with deceptive ease. “Please… Keep going…”

Needy, incessant, drunk on you. His hand slipped beneath your shirt, tugging down your bra to cup your breast, your nipple pinched between his fingers as he kneaded your soft flesh.

And with that he tensed, muscles contracting before he shivered through his orgasm, hands clenched almost painfully, lips crushed against yours, moaning, gasping, kissing you as though he needed that sensation more than air. “Nngh– ha— ha–!” Such a beautiful, desperate, broken sound, followed immediately by another whispered plea. “Ohh, I want you to cum… please… please cum for me.”

The need in his voice was almost enough to tip you over the edge. He didn’t just desire your pleasure; it was as vital to him as his own. He kissed you again and again, letting you ride his thigh. Higher and higher until you broke too, convulsing with pleasure as he swallowed down your moans and buried his fingers in your hair.

And then he laughed.

Breathless, teary-eyed, he broke into laughter, words failing to convey everything he felt. His kisses were softer but no less profuse. “God, thank you.”

Your forehead pressed to his, your bodies still close, you closed your eyes and basked in the warmth and ease of the afterglow as Sigma’s hands mapped the contours of your frame.

“I don’t care if you have to fire me,” you said. “That was worth it.”

He chuckled, his lips pressing softly to your brow. “I couldn’t fire you, but don’t know what to call you anymore. You’re certainly not just my assistant. You’re infinitely more than someone who simply works for me.”

When you opened your eyes, his were soft, gazing at you with the gentlest smile playing across his lips. “So… your girlfriend?”

“Well, yes, I suppose something like that. But more. Far more. You’re… everything to me.”

“You are to me too.” His face was warm beneath your hands as you caressed his cheek. “You’ve always been so important to me.”

The moment the words left your mouth his arms wound around you, pulling you close to him, his lips buried against your crown. “Thank you,” he whispered, holding you with the desperation of a man who had never before felt important to anyone in his life.

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gherkin-saute · 3 days

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can't be bothered to actually render this but uh i wonder whether sigma has scars from hawthorne and fyodor.

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momo-jpeg · 1 year

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Babiest of babygirls

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feros-bitch · 3 days

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I decided to draw Sigma in the role of Aventurine from honkai star rail

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luvfy0dor · 1 month

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“There Is No Other Love, It's Only Yours ♡⁠˖” BSD Men x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol

Warnings; Maybe ooc, barely proofread

Description; how the bsd men say ‘i love you’ without actually saying it (sigma does actually say it but that's besides the point)

A/n; Next fic post will be a request! Sorry they're taking me so long : ( this is a new style of writing for me and it's really short, but I figured I'd give it a shot. It might be a little whack though because I'm real tired rn I took an hour long nap before writing Sigmas

Dazai says ‘i love you’ best through physical touch and small gestures of the sort, specifically touching your hands. As soon as you're within his reach, your hand is in his and his thumb is rubbing over your knuckles affectionately. His lips brush against your knuckles when he gives excuses to Kunikida on why he can't make it today with your sleepy form right next to him on the bed. He'll press kisses to each knuckle while he listens to the blonde tell him the amount of absences and early leaves he's had in the past month and quietly sigh. He doesn't care where he is either, he's shameless it's his affection and will happily grab you by the waist or hand infront of a crowd. He loves to show you off because you're the best thing to happen to him, but if you're shy he'll tone it down to keep you comfortable.

“Ah! There you are. I've been looking for you. Give me your hand so I don't lose track of you again...ah, you got me! I did just want to hold your hand, but what's the harm?”

Chuuya shows his love through acts of service- I know a lot of people probably would assume gift giving, which he does love to do, but he finds himself commiting acts of service more frequently. Every time he notices you seem tired after work, he'll do the chores that you had accidentally forgotten, even if he's tired. He plans dates for the two of you atleast monthly, always picking a restaurant or activity he heard you mention wanting to try. He does find himself spending money when he sees things that remind him of you, but he thinks spending time with you is even better. If he takes your car somewhere, it's always coming home with a refilled gas tank. If you need to lift something heavy, he offers to use his ability to help you. He'll do your laundry whenever he notices it piling up and bring you coffee, tea, or water in the morning when you're still lingering in bed.

“Mornin' sweetheart, I got you a drink. Be careful not to spill it, s'real dark in here and opening the blinds doesn't help any...we got a date tonight, by the way. You said the new restaurant sounded good so I figured we could go tonight if you're up for it.”

Fyodor spends quality time with you. He likes to keep you nearby when he reads or works, although he prefers when you're on the quieter side during those activities. Otherwise, he's happy to talk with you for however long the two of you are content with. Usually you'll have conversations over a game of chess, which he almost always wins while you're attention is divided between talking and playing, but he's a good sport about it. He'll give you pointers on how to do better in the next game. He'll play his cello for you, too. If he finds your hobbies interesting enough he'll take part in them. If you paint he'd be more than happy to join you, chatting with you while your brushes paint images of scenery and figures on the once blank canvas. He prefers what are considered more sophisticated hobbies, but he'd watch a chick flick with you or let you teach him how to play your favorite video game if it really made you happy.

“If you're as determined to win a game as you say you are, you should probably make an attempt to put more focus into the game. I do love hearing your voice, moya lyubov, but thinking about how you're going to move your pieces and talking are counterproductive. We can try it again, or we could do something else, whatever you'd like, Myshka.”

Nikolai shows you his love primarily through flirty words and loving touches. Whenever he walks next to you, his hand is on either your lower back, hip, or in your hand. When sitting with you, he'll fiddle with your fingers and play with them harmlessly, occasionally fighting off the urge to bend them back far enough to break them. In the same heartbeat, hell bring them to his lips and press kisses to every finger tip while telling you a flirty joke. He often lays his legs across your lap or lets you lay yours over his while you play with his hair. Sometimes he'll walk up behind you and whispers a pick up line in your ear with a large grin on his face. He likes seeing your reaction and watching you squirm in embarrassment in his grasp.

“You must be an artist, my dove, because you are so good at drawing me in! Hey- you can't go anywhere just because you thought my joke was cheesy! I can find some wine to go with it if you'd like, hehe.”

Sigma shows his love through the way he trusts you. Obviously with everything he's gone through trusting people became really difficult for him, but you came along and earned that trust when you proved that you were a permanent factor in his life and wouldn't betray him. He trusted you enough to let you into the Aerial Casino and stay with him regularly in his quarters. He let his walls down around you and opened up about his origin story. He would let you get physically close to him and touch him, coming to love the feeling of your lips against his, pressed in a sweet kiss. Though he still kept his independence and a desire to not depend solely on you in fear of betrayal, you could tell that he had come a long way from the man he once was after his experiences in the DOA.

“I felt so foolish after I fell for Fyodors tricks again, but dealing with the distrust and suspicion I held towards everyone else was just as hard as the realization of messing up again...thank you for listening to me, you've helped me so much. I don't think I could ever repay you enough...I love you.”

A/n; AHHHHHHHH I'm so tired but fuck it we ball I gotta write chisme for Spanish and it's going no where I lied to my teacher and told her it was almost done it is not almost done I have barely met any of the requirements for it but I won't do it if I don't post something so

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