Bungo Stray Dogs Oneshots

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Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: Multi
Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
Relationships: Fyodor Dostoyevsky/Nikolai Gogol (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai
Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu/Kunikida
Doppo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou
Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu/Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs),
Nikolai Gogol/Sigma (Bungou Stray Dogs), Kunikida Doppo & Yosano
Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray
Dogs), Nikolai Gogol (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou
Stray Dogs), Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs), Transfem!Kunikida,
Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Blow Jobs, Praise Kink, Choking, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs,
Smoking, Wet Dream, Semi-Public Sex
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-03-16 Updated: 2023-05-19 Words: 13,136 Chapters:
9/?
 Bungo Stray Dogs Oneshots
by BoyHowdyMFA

Summary

Taking requests for oneshots for Bungo Stray Dogs. Anything goes.
Currently done:
1.Intro
2.RanPoe: Fluff and Smut
3.Fyolai: Smut
4.Fyozai: Fluff
5.Fyozai: Smut
6.Fyolai: Kisses drabble
7.Transfem!Kunikida and Yosano fluff
8.Transmasc!Dazai and Chuuya Angst/fluff
9.Siglai Fluff and Smut
 Chapter 1

Howdy!

I am taking requests for Bungo Stray Dogs oneshots.

The characters I am most comfortable with are tagged, but anything goes.

Can be NSFW or not, just comment what you'd like to see (characters, scenario, headcanons,
etc.) and I'll (most likely) write it.

Why am I doing this? Practice.

Chapter index:
1: Intro
2: RanPoe: Smut and Fluff
3: Fyolai: Fluff(?) and Smut
4: Fyozai: Fluff
5. Fyozai: Smut
6. Fyolai: Kisses drabble
7. Transfem!Kunikida and Yosano fluff
8. Transmasc!Dazai and Chuuya Angst/fluff 9. Siglai: Fluff and Smut
 RanPoe: Smut and Fluff
Chapter Summary

Ranpoe smut and aftercare. Blowjobs/praise/candy

Poe was shaking. He often submitted himself to Ranpoe, and right now was no different. He
knew the younger man loved his sweets and right now, he dearly wished to be a lollipop for
the rest of his life, if it meant Ranpo would keep licking him like this.

His hips buckled as Ranpo put the tip in his mouth. He grunted, trying to stifle a loud moan.
Poe looked down at him, his green eyes staring deviously back at his blushing boyfriend.
Ranpo looked back down, tongue moving around in the perfect ways. How he got so good at
this so quickly was truly astounding.

“Ranpo- I- ngh!” Poe grunted, Ranpo looking up when he stopped talking. He adjusted,
propping himself up on his elbows, and looked at him, placing a hand on his head, pushing
the hair away from his expectant face.

“You’re so… amazing.” Poe breathed out, enamored with everything about him. His mind,
his body, his pretty face, his heavenly mouth… Ranpo smiled, proud.

“I know! Want to see something?” Ranpo’s beaming twisted into a devious smile before he
went back down on Poe. He groaned, head rolling back, and Ranpo giggled.

“Ranpo- you feel so good. You’re doing a great job. You always do…god, how I love you.”
Poe was babbling, brain unable to function at normal capacity. Ranpo’s lips were soft on his
sensitive head and it made his toes curl. His hand moved around, touching Poe’s hips and
inner thighs in ways that gave him chills. Poe didn’t think he was going to last long. As if
Ranpo was reading his mind, he got up and off him, Poe’s hips desperately twitching for his
touch.

“Ranpo; what-” He was cut off by a hand running over the tip of his dick. It was almost
painful, how much he ached for release. However, he knew what Ranpo needed from him to
continue.

“Ranpo, you’re driving me wild.” Poe choked out. “Good boy.” he crooned, watching as
Ranpo smiled, hearing what he wanted. Poe didn’t last much longer once Ranpo started up
again. He felt his warm cum spurting up, landing on his stomach. Ranpo hated the stuff, as it
wasn’t sweet enough for his taste. Poe chuckled.

He collapsed back down, breathing hard.

“Wow… excellent job, my love.” Poe whispered out, trying to catch his breath. He knew his
turn was next, and before he knew it, Ranpo was back with a towel, cleaning Poe up.

Poe sat up, kissing Ranpo and palming his crotch. He could feel through his pants that Ranpo
was hard, but not enough. Poe smiled, knowing it was his time to shine.

“You were so good. But now it’s my turn.” Poe’s voice had recovered, smooth and sexy.
Ranpo loved it. They switched positions, Poe practically tearing off Ranpoe’s pants, his dick
springing up, fully hard now. Poe smiled.

“Look at you… so big,” He licked his hand, putting it on Ranpo’s pink head, eliciting a small
whimper. “And so soft too.” He began pumping his dick, slow and soft, knowing the good
part was going to come later.

“You really give the best head I’ve ever had.” Poe continued, loving Ranpoe’s reactions to his
sweet words. “And wow, the way your body looks right now… just like a dream. Especially
when I do this.” Poe ran his hand over the tip, causing Ranpo’s hips to buck forward. Poe
chuckled, loving the way they could cause these reactions. Poe licked up softly, base to tip.
His dick was so…so soft.

“You did so well earlier, you know I just want to please you right now.” Poe said, Ranpo
looking back at him, face flushed and red.

“Well, you’re doing a great job.” Ranpo spoke, voice shaky and pleased. Poe smiled. He kept
going, making green eyes roll back with a groan.

“I’ve been thinking about having you like this all day, Ranpo. I can’t keep you off my mind.”
Poe spoke absent-mindedly. He was speaking the truth, focusing on making Ranpo feel as
good as he did. “I’d do anything to please you. You know that right?” Ranpo nodded,
squirming. Poe could tell he was getting close. He evened out his rhythm, adding the second
hand.over the tip.

“You’re so amazing. So beautiful. Sexy. I would follow you anywhere.” Ranpo's breathing
was heavy, and he had a grin plastered on his face. Poe knew he was feeling blissed out.
Doing his best to keep the same rhythm, he took off a hand and propped himself up on top of
Ranpo, whispering in his ear.

”I worship you.” His breath prickled in Ranpo’s ear, Poe feeling Ranpo’s release, warm and
thick, as he groaned, whimpering. Poe loved seeing and hearing Ranpo like this. They waited
a few moments, Ranpo coming down from his high.

Poe kissed his forehead, getting up to fetch the towel. As he wiped down Ranpo’s stomach,
he felt green eyes staring at him. The attention made him blush.

“Ranpo, why are you looking at me like that?” Poe said, embarrassed all of a sudden. Ranpo
laughed.

“You’re cute.” He sat up. “I’m hungry now. Do you have any snacks?” Poe chuckled. Classic
Ranpo. Poe thought a bit.
“Well… I don’t think so, but we can shower then make a trip out to get some? I can pay.” Poe
offered. Ranpo groaned, but looked up to Poe with a smile.

“Fiiine.” He whined, Poe knowing he was only being childish for the fun of it. He helped
Ranpo up off the bed, pulling him into a hug.

“I love you.” He whispered. Ranpo freezed. “My smart, amazing boyfriend.” Poe was
blushing, still embarrassed to show such tender affection.

Ranpo laughed, pulling back to kiss the taller man.

“You know, you might be more amazing than me. Of course, I am the best, with my ability
and everything, but you beat out everyone else in my opinion.” Ranpo smiled, watching Poe
getting flustered as he spoke. “The top detectives in the world. No one could beat us.” Ranpo
gave a quick kiss, leaving to go start the shower as Poe stood there in shock.

“Y-you mean it?!” Poe called out, following Ranpo.

“Of course!” Ranpo said, raising his voice to be heard over the running water. Poe walked
over to the living room, where Karl was napping sweetly on the couch. Poe’s heart squeezed.

So cute!! Poe walked over to his beloved raccoon.

“Karl, we’ll get to go on an outing with Ranpo soon!” Poe said softly, getting his attention.
He scratched Karl’s soft belly a few times then walked back to the bathroom, Ranpo already
in the shower. Poe hopped in, Ranpo washing his hair. They showered, Ranpo talking about
the snacks he wanted to get.

As they got dressed, Poe remembered a new candy shop that had opened up near them.

“Yeah, I was hoping we’d go there.” Ranpo said, reading his mind. Poe looked over with
amusement.

“You heard about it as well?” Poe asked, laughing in amazement with how Ranpo seemed to
know everything he was thinking.

“Of course! It’s a candy shop, I’m always on the lookout for these things.” Ranpo said,
matter-of-fact. Poe laughed.

“I expect no less.” They left the bedroom, making their way through Poe’s house, Karl
hopping up onto Poe’s shoulder as they passed the living room. It was cool outside, the
breeze making the warm air feel nice. It was about mid afternoon, so a walk was always nice.
Poe had an idea.

“Hey, Ranpo? How about we play a game?” Ranpo looked up at him, curious. “We pick a
person, and take turns giving deduced facts about that person until one of us can’t continue?”
Ranpo smiled. “Winner gets to pick which movie we watch tonight.” Poe said, trying to pick
a decent prize. Ranpo smirked.

“Deal.”
.

By the time they made it to the candy shop, Ranpo had beat Poe every time. He had put up a
good fight, but it was no use.

“It’s ok, I wanted to watch your favorite movie tonight anyway.” Ranpo teased, Poe blushing.

“Really?! You do?” He was sure Ranpo was only saying that to make him feel better, but he
appreciated it nonetheless.

“Yeah, that was fun. And you’re buying me all this candy.” Ranpo smiled, looking up at Poe.
They had made their way through a few aisles and Ranpo already had his hands full. “Here.
Hold.” Ranpo dumped it into Poe’s arms, who tried his best not to drop anything. Ranpo
laughed.

“Thank you.” He said, giving a sweet smile to Poe. A rare sight.

To Poe, he’d buy anything to see that smile everyday.

 Fyolai fluff and smut
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

For the past few days, Fyodor had been working constantly, barely eating or sleeping. He
would type away at his computer for hours, then sit in silence, thinking for just as long.
Nikolai ended up being the one to bring him food, but whether or not it actually got eaten
was a 50/50 shot. Even the pirozhkis Nikolai made, which Fyodor loved, usually were half
eaten and pushed aside until cold and stale. Nikolai had been finishing off whatever was left
before it grew mold. Thankfully, it was God’s will that Fyodor would drink tea, so Nikolai
made sure to brew a fresh pot every few hours to stave off dehydration.

It took some time, but Nikolai was over the moon when Dos-kun finally accepted his
romantic advances. He finally was able to stay with him more often, and Fyodor didn't push
him out the door whenever he began to plan his next move. It showed Nikolai a new, mildly
concerning, side of him. Nothing he couldn’t handle.

Nikolai walked in once more, sensing it was time to change out the tea. He usually would use
his ability to teleport the teapot to and from the room, but he wanted to check in on his rat.
Fyodor was still hunched over, eyes glued to his computer screen. The light from the screen
shone off his greasy hair, and half of a sad little pirozhki was left on the plate he gave him
almost 12 hours ago. He sighed, walking over to pick up the pirozhki, draping himself over
the workaholic’s back. He put it to Fyodor's mouth and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Fedya, it’s rude to not finish your food.” His hand slowly smoothed down Fyodor’s chest as
he pouted. Fyodor sighed, trying to dodge the food. Nikolai brought his hand back up,
wrapping it around Fyodor’s throat, squeezing just hard enough to make him stop moving.

"Fedya, eat." He commanded, voice soft and forceful. Fyodor leaned back, sighing and taking
a bite. "Good job… that wasn’t so hard." Nikolai leaned in, whispering directly next to his
ear. He took his hand off Fyodor’s neck, leaning in to kiss it as the mastermind finished off
the bun, eating from Nikolai’s hand.

Taking care of Fyodor unlocked a dark sense of satisfaction in him. He hugged him from
behind with a certain possessiveness he hadn’t ever felt before. The power he had right now
over Fyodor was intoxicating. He knew it was wrong, but he loved watching his beautiful
Fyodor become increasingly frail, eyes dark and sunken in. He couldn't help it. He wanted
Fyodor to rely on him. He needed it. As much as he needed Fyodor. It was desperate, but
with his beautiful lover in his arms, Nikolai couldn’t bring himself to care.

“When was the last time you got up?” He whispered in Fyodor’s ear, finally getting his full
attention. He received a long sigh and a nonchalant shrug.

"Fedyaaa, you should relax. Take a bath, drink some tea, something." His voice was dripping
with a sensual flair that caused Fyodor to stiffen. He turned his head to softly kiss Nikolai.
"Kolya, dear I'm almost done. Just another day or so." Nikolai pouted at Fyodor's protest. His
voice was hoarse from the lack of use. Using his ability, Nikolai unplugged Fyodor's
keyboard and pulled it away, hiding it somewhere only he and his coat could know.

"Love, I'm not going to give it back until you take a bath and a nap." His voice was stern,
which was a rare occasion, so Fyodor complied without further argument.

"I could take your life right here for stealing that, but you're lucky I love you." Fyodor gave
him a threatening smile, standing up and pushing past him. Nikolai put his hand into his
overcoat, plugging the bath's drain and running the water. He smiled, turning to see Fyodor
gone.

"Awwww, Dos-kun loves me!" Nikolai teased, following Fyodor to the bathroom. "Maybe
he'll let me undress him~" he giggled, catching up and putting a hand on Fyodor's ass. Fyodor
stopped in his tracks and turned to him. His blank eyes bore into Nikolai's.

"And what will you do if I let you?" He whispered, making Nikolai's heart flutter. He felt his
face get hot. Nikolai put his hands up to Fyodor, unbuttoning his shirt slowly as they backed
into the bathroom.

"I might… have to join you in this bath." Nikolai whispered, flustered by Fyodor's sudden
advance. He'd been wanting to fuck Fyodor for so long it didn't feel real now that the
opportunity was here. Or, be fucked by him? Nikolai didn't know or care. He just needed
Fyodor. He noticed the other blushing as he looked up, reaching the last button.

"You can do that. If you want." Fyodor turned away, shaking the shirt off his shoulders. It
was clear he was trying to hide his embarrassment. They'd seen each other naked before, but
they hadn't reached the level of intimacy that Nikolai has been craving. Fyodor was still a
virgin, and tentative about sex. Therefore, he didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"Let me just wash your hair." Nikolai offered softly, watching Fyodor strip. He was beautiful.
Nikolai loved the sight of him, and his heart was pounding, just like all other times he saw
him. Fyodor turned around, leaning against the sink.

"Sure. Though, you should take off your shirt as well if you don't want the sleeves wet."
Fyodor was smirking, and Nikolai couldn't help but notice he was slightly hard. They stood
there in silence, Nikolai flustered and Fyodor too nervous to move.

"As you wish! Right as always…" Nikolai broke the silence, winking. "You're always so
smart, Fedya~" he crooned, approaching the naked man. "Take off my shirt?" He asked,
giving pathetic puppy-dog eyes as he hung his overcoat on a hook. Fyodor chuckled,
unbuttoning Nikolai's vest slowly. He reached up, pulling it off his shoulders, the garment
dropping to the ground with a light thud. Fyodor leaned in close, whispering in his ear.

"The tub's full." Fyodor brushed past him, walking to the faucet and turning off the water.
Nikolai groaned.

"You tease! That was mean." Nikolai pouted, taking his shirt off. Fyodor chuckled, getting in
the bath. Nikolai smiled, hearing the sigh of relaxation as Fyodor sank down into the water.
He walked over to the tub. Fyodor really was so beautiful. His black hair was spread out,
floating around his pale face. His own fucked up Ophelia.

"Sit up, let me wash your hair quickly." Nikolai was sitting in the edge of the tub. He reached
in to place his hand on Fyodor's cheek. He didn't move. Fyodor's pale lips, closed eyes, and
sunken face almost made him look dead, but he was betrayed by his furrowed brows, still
thinking hard about something. Fyodor sighed, opening his eyes to look up at Nikolai.

"Kolya. I'm not sure I'll be able to take a nap. It seems I am having trouble relaxing." Fyodor
said, sitting up with some difficulty. The physical exhaustion seemed to be setting in. Nikolai
placed his hand on his back, helping him up. It was silent as he washed his hair, the soap
cleaning off the oils and dead skin that clung to him. Nikolai was watching Fyodor intently.
His body looked so frail, and he could see every movement his muscles made as he breathed.
It was mesmerizing.

“I believe I can help you with that, if you’ll let me.” Nikolai broached the subject, unable to
contain himself any longer. “Do you trust me?” Fyodor leaned back as Nikolai helped to rinse
off the soap, making eye contact. Time froze as Nikolai awaited Fyodor’s answer, his blank
face not giving any hints.

“Yes, Nikolai. Of course I trust you.” Fyodor’s voice was quiet and tentative, but Nikolai’s
heart skipped a beat, excited to finally get what he had been craving. He leaned down, kissing
Fyodor.

“Good.”

They finished up the bath, Fyodor drying off as Nikolai fetched him clean clothes, despite his
intention to take them off immediately. Nikolai was rummaging through his closet when he
heard Fyodor walk in. He was still naked, a towel resting on his shoulders.

“We both know those won’t be necessary.” Fyodor said, sitting on the bed. Nikolai turned
around, chuckling.

“So smart…” Nikolai walked to Fyodor, standing in front of him and making him look up.
Nikolai reached behind Fyodor’s head, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling it back.

“Ah-” Fyodor moaned lightly, and Nikolai could tell he was getting hard. Nikolai was already
completely erect, only held back by the fact he was still wearing pants. “Koyla- I…” Fyodor
started, his face getting red. He was usually so composed, Nikolai melted at the sight.

"Hush, love. You said you trusted me? Let me do this for you." Nikolai said, pushing Fyodor
down onto the bed. He was beautiful, blushing and breathing heavily. Nikolai slowly ran a
finger up Fyodor's inner thigh.

"Oh- God forgive me." Fyodor whispered, whimpering at the touch. Nikolai smiled, putting
his hand around the shaft, beginning to pump it softly. Soft mewls escaped from Fyodor's soft
lips, overwhelmed by the touch.
"Don't worry, love. God cannot deny that this is a true act of love. Surely He won't find this a
sin…" Nikolai said, watching Fyodor squirm under his touch. He moved down, making sure
Fyodor was watching. He slowly licked Fyodor's dick, base to tip, making eye contact. There
was immense satisfaction in seeing Fyodor's eyes roll back, dropping his head down on the
bed. He was breathing hard, whimpering as Nikolai took him into his mouth.

"Kolya- I…." Fyodor breathed out, gripping the sheets. Nikolai stopped, looking up. He went
back to pleasuring his love with his hand.

"Yes, Fedya?" He said, voice innocent. "Do you want something else?" Nikolai moved in
closer. Fyodor was blushing, refusing to look Nikolai in the eyes. Nikolai grabbed his face,
turning it so they were making eye contact.

So beautiful… He leaned in close to whisper in his lover's ear.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Nikolai noticed Fyodor stiffening a bit as the hot air pricked
his ear. Smiling, Nikolai quickly nipped at the ear, making Fyodor whimper. He leaned back,
taking in the sight. It was glorious. Fyodor was sweating, panting, and rock hard. He was
already leaking precum, and the sight was making Nikolai feral. He needed to fuck him.
Fyodor gave a small nod and Nikolai immediately spread his legs, moving them for access.
Fyodor gasped, surprised at Nikolai's sheer urgency.

Holding eye contact, Nikolai slipped a finger into Fyodor, eliciting a pathetic moan. It was
something unlike anything Nikolai had ever heard from Fyodor, and he desperately needed to
hear it again. He started stretching him out, eager to finally be able to fuck him. Fyodor had
his hand over his own mouth, trying to stifle the involuntary noises he was making. It was no
use when Nikolai added a second finger.

"A-ah! Kolya, please!" He moaned, tears pricking at his eyes. Nikolai smiled, almost
deviously, as he began scissoring his fingers, watching Fyodor put his second hand over his
mouth, trying to stay silent.

"Hush, Fedya. There's only two fingers now." Nikolai chuckled. He was enjoying seeing
Fyodor like this, undone and sinful. "You're so beautiful." Nikolai crooned, getting Fyodor's
attention. "I adore you. Seeing you like this is extremely attractive." He smiled, noticing
Fyodor relaxing.

"Good boy, I'm so proud of you." Nikolai's voice was sweet and slow, dripping like honey.
Fyodor removed his hands from his mouth, using them to push his hair out of his face.

"You feel so good." Fyodor began. His voice was shaking, pathetic. "I want you." He
whispered. Nikolai chuckled.

"You can't have me yet, love. You're not ready." He slipped a third finger in, feeling Fyodor
was ready for it.

"Ngh- please. I'll be good." Fyodor began, reluctantly begging. It was so unlike him, but
Nikolai controlled himself, not wanting to hurt his love. Not too much, at least.
"Shhh, almost there." He whispered, knowing if Fyodor relaxed this would go faster. Fyodor
was leaking, and Nikolai began fearing he wouldn't last once they began. He removed his
fingers, getting up. Fyodor whimpered from the lack of touch. He sat up, watching Nikolai
with wild, desperate eyes.

"Don't worry, Fedya. I'll be right back. Stay." Nikolai left, heartlessly ignoring Fyodor's cries
for him to stay. Nikolai went to the bathroom, his pants tight. He'd been ignoring his own
throbbing dick, trying to pleasure Fyodor, but it was getting difficult. He wanted this to last,
so a short break was needed. Nikolai quickly washed his hands, grabbed some lube he
stashed in his room, and made his way back to Fyodor's bedroom.

It was a beautiful sight. Fyodor was desperately trying to finger his own ass, attempting to
recreate the feeling Nikolai gave him. He quickly stopped when he saw Nikolai had walked
in. Opening his mouth to explain.

"Shhh…" Nikolai cut him off. "I suppose I wasn't clear when I told you to stay." He crooned,
slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. "I meant for you to not touch yourself, but I
suppose that means you're ready for me now?" He asked, slipping off his pants, exposing his
rock hard dick. From Fyodor's reaction, he knew it was bigger than imagined. Nevertheless,
he received a desperate nod.

"Yes, Kolya. I need you." The plea was soft, shaky, and everything Nikolai wanted to hear.
He practically pounced on top of Fyodor, pinning him down on the bed.

He lined up himself with Fyodor, slowly entering. He watched the reactions of shock and
pain flash over Fyodor's face. He stopped moving, only the tip in.

"See, I told you not to be so impatient." Nikolai lightly scolded Fyodor, revealing the lube.
He pulled back, squirting some on his hand. As he coated himself with it, he watched Fyodor
moan, the cold relief surely being a pleasurable experience.

"Are you ok?" He asked, making sure Fyodor was ready. He wanted to make this a truly
pleasurable experience, so they could do this more often. Fyodor nodded, groaning as Nikolai
moved deeper into him.

He felt so good. Nikolai stifled a whimper as his legs tingled. Fyodor was tight, and the wet
sensation of the lube was driving him crazy. He drove himself deep into Fyodor, presumably
hitting a g-spot, based on Fyodor's reaction. It was lewd, depraved, and everything Nikolai
wanted. He moved out, slamming himself into Fyodor again and again, getting such
wonderful noises. Moaning, whimpering, Fyodor was loud and Nikolai loved it.

"Y-you're so big. Look." Fyodor managed to whisper out, pointing at his lower stomach.
Nikolai noticed that he could see a small bump on Fyodor's skinny stomach that moved
whenever he did. Nikolai smirked, putting a hand on the bump, pushing down lightly. Fyodor
squirmed, trying to stifle a moan. God, he felt so good. He was tight, and with his hand
adding pressure, Nikolai's vision was blurring out.

"Fuck, Fedya. You feel amazing." He groaned, removing his hand to speed up the pace.
Fyodor moaned, enjoying the change.
 "I- I'm so close…" Fyodor whimpered out. Nikolai couldn't contain himself. Fyodor hadn't
even touched himself. "Oh my God." He watched Fyodor's head tilt back with a moan, hot
cum shooting out, pooling on his stomach and chest. It was messy and so, so hot. Nikolai let
himself whimper out a heavy breath as he came deep inside Fyodor.

They stayed there for a bit, twitching as they came, the ecstasy washing over their bodies and
filling their brains. Nikolai could feel his spine tingling, nervous system overloading.
Eventually Nikolai came back to his senses, pulling out of Fyodor to lay down next to him,
both breathing heavily. Fyodor's legs were slightly shaking. With a chuckle, Nikolai sat up,
looking at Fyodor. His eyes were blank, unsure what to do with himself.

"Are you ok?" Nikolai whispered, happy that he caused this reaction from Fyodor. He
received a small nod back.

"That was…amazing, Kolya. Thank you." Fyodor muttered out, making Nikolai laugh. He
kissed Fyodor.

"Of course, love. Anytime. I mean it. Please. As often as you want." His tone of voice was
joking, but Nikolai was dead serious. He got up, looking for a towel to wipe themselves off.
He quickly left, going to the bathroom to grab one. When he came back, Fyodor was passed
out on the bed, finally asleep.

Nikolai smiled, glad he was able to finally get Fyodor to relax.

Chapter End Notes

Might edit and post as its own thing

 Fyozai fluff
Chapter Summary

Dazai is a tattoo artist and Fyodor works at a coffee shop next door. Dazai visits often
for lunch.

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Dazai was excited. It was almost 12:30. He was almost ashamed of how excited he was, but
he couldn’t help humming as he finished up tattooing this client. He wanted a tiger on his
back, and this first session would complete the linework. Despite it being his first tattoo, he
wanted to go all out. Dazai was excited to see it done. He finally finished the last line, pulling
back to look over the whole thing.

“Alright Atsushi! I think that’ll be it for today. Let me clean you up, put some SaniDerm on
it, then take a picture so you can see.” Dazai smiled, grabbing his green soap spray bottle and
a paper towel to wipe off the extra ink.

“Thank you! I’m sure it looks great.” Atsushi said, confident. Dazai smiled, glad Atsushi was
trusting him for his first tattoo. He knew how nervous he was for his first tattoo. Now, he was
covered, tattoos engulfing his arms, back, and neck. He had a few others on his chest and
legs, but he preferred showing off his art.

Once it was clean, he covered the tattoo with the clear second skin and took a picture. He
showed Atsushi, who seemed excited. 12:34 Dazai quickly finished up the appointment,
scheduling Atsushi again in a few weeks.

As soon as Atsushi left, Dazai put up the 'closed for lunch sign' and left, locking the door. His
heart was racing as he walked next door. Dazai had been going to the cafe for lunch everyday
for the past month now, even if he wasn't working in the morning. And it wasn't because he
was especially fond of the food or drink. It was because of the barista.

Fyodor.

He made great coffee, and the food was good, but Dazai had become infatuated with Fyodor.
They often exchanged some banter, and Dazai had developed a crush on him. From his long,
dark hair to his sexy Russian accent, Dazai found himself really hoping he liked guys. He
walked into the shop, the bell jingling.

Fyodor was focused on pulling an espresso shot. He looked up as Dazai walked in, smiling
when he noticed who it was.
"Dazai! Welcome back. Let me finish this up, then I'll get to you." Dazai smiled, happy to see
Fyodor. He waited at the register, watching Fyodor finish up the drink and hand it to the lady
at the other end of the counter. His hair was pulled back, a few strands pulled out at the front.
He was so pretty. Fyodor walked up to the register.

"New piercing?" Fyodor asked, Dazai getting giddy that the other noticed.

"Yep! My buddy did it last night. Like it?" Dazai pushed back his hair, leaning it to show it
off. It was a second helix on his right ear. Fyodor chuckled, smiling.

"It looks good. That's your 11th?" Fyodor asked. Dazai had never told him how many he had,
so he figured Fyodor had been counted at some point. Dazai smirked and leaned over the
counter.

"13th, actually." He whispered. Fyodor raised an eyebrow, trying to recount the piercings.
There were now 5 on each ear and a lip ring. Dazai smiled, watching the confusion set in.

"My nipples are pierced." Dazai whispered, smiling at the shocked look on Fyodor's face. He
rarely blushed, but Dazai noticed some red on his cheeks and laughed. Fyodor cleared his
throat.

"So, ahem. The regular then?" Fyodor asked, trying to change the subject. Dazai chuckled,
happy to get this reaction out of the Russian.

"You know it!" Dazai smiled. He enjoyed his coffee sweet, no cream, with some edamame.
With how long it took to eat the edamame, Fyodor often had a chance to come over and talk
to him.

"Alright, I'll bring it to you." Fyodor said, regaining composure. Dazai smiled, swiping his
card when the reader was ready.

"You know, you should come get a tattoo from me. I think you'd look good with one." Dazai
said, putting on a flirty tone. He hoped it'd work. "I'll even give you a discount~" he winked.
Fyodor chuckled, grabbing a cup.

"I'll think about it." Fyodor hummed, chuckling. Dazai sat down at a small table, pulling out
his tablet, to sketch a bit. Fyodor approached, setting down the coffee.

"Edamame will be out in a bit, but Dazai…" Fyodor said, a mischievous glint in his pretty
purple eyes. "Instead of asking me to get a tattoo, why don't you say what you mean, and ask
me on a date?"

It was now Dazai's turn to be flustered.

"I- well. W-would you?" Dazai choked out, hoping that if he brought it up, he was willing to.
Fyodor chuckled.

"Of course. I'm just surprised you didn't ask earlier." Fyodor was clearly enjoying watching
the big bad Dazai, with his tattoos, piercings, and black clothes, absolutely red. Dazai
nervously laughed.
"Was it that obvious?" Dazai played with an earring. Fyodor laughed.

"I only noticed because I was looking." His voice was smooth. Dazai sighed, trying to calm
down. He put on a flirty voice.

"Good, then. Come to the shop once your shift is over. I'll close early and take you to dinner."
Dazai leaned on the table, looking up at the barista. Fyodor's apron showcased his small
waist, clinging to his form. Dazai had always wondered what he wore outside of work.
Fyodor nodded, placing a hand on his hip.

"Sounds good. Maybe I'll think of a tattoo to get." He said, noticing another customer walk
in. "I'll see you later, Dazai…" Fyodor waved, walking off. Dazai took a sip of his coffee,
hoping the warm drink would help calm his racing heart.

He couldn't believe he finally was able to ask Fyodor out, even if Fyodor was the one to
make the first move. As Dazai sat at his lunch break, eating edamame and a muffin (on the
house, courtesy of Fyodor) he wondered where he'd take Fyodor.

Dazai carefully awaited Fyodor. His head swiveled with everyone that walked into the shop.
He was lucky to be seeing off a customer when Fyodor finally walked in at around 8pm. All
of a sudden, he was sweating, nervous, and shy. It was uncharacteristic of him, but he
couldn't help it. He watched as Fyodor looked around the shop. He was wearing his usual
black shirt and dark brown pants, with a long black jacket that made him look polished.

"Nice place. I can't believe I haven't ever been in here before." Fyodor said, looking at the art
on the wall. Dazai hoped he liked his art.

"Took you long enough." Dazai chuckled, getting up. He walked over and turned over the
sign, closing the shop, and locking the door. "Did you think of a tattoo, or not today?" Dazai
chuckled.

"Hmmm, maybe not today." Fyodor smiled. They stood in silence, awkward, before laughing.

"What are we doing? I can't believe how awkward I'm being." Dazai laughed. They'd been so
comfortable with each other, but now that they finally confessed, it was like they were
starting over.

"Ah, you're right. Come on, let's go." Fyodor held out a hand. Dazai grabbed the shop keys
and took his hand. He turned off the lights and locked up the shop, ready to get some food.
He had decided on a small stand that sold takoyaki, as he figured they could eat while
walking to a nice spot he liked to hang out at. It was private, better than sitting in a restaurant,
in his opinion.

Dazai was aware of the looks they received from passers-by as they walked down the street
holding hands. Fyodor looked academic. Clean, polished, and pretty. Dazai, on the other
hand, was covered in tattoos, piercings, his hair fluffy and disheveled. His black jeans were
faded and ripped with a wallet chain. He was just glad to be wearing a plain black shirt,
rather than one of his more graphic band tees.

They reached the takoyaki stand, chatting about how each other's shifts went.

"Ta-da! This is it!" Dazai said. Fyodor laughed.

"That good, huh?"

"You better believe it! Two orders, please!" Dazai turned to the merchant, handing over some
cash. The stall worker finished up a fresh batch and gave them two paper plates, loaded with
takoyaki and toppings. It was even complete with a few toothpicks for easy eating. Fyodor
took a bite, and looked at Dazai, shocked.

"Wow, you're right! That's actually very good." Dazai beamed, happy to impress.

"Well, that's not all. I wanted to take you somewhere else, come on." Dazai began leading
Fyodor out to the edges of the city as they ate. It wasn't far from his place, which was also
close to where he worked. He was lucky to not have to take the train on a day to day basis.

"Are you going to take me out into the woods and kill me?" Fyodor asked, joking. Dazai
feigned offense.

"Are you saying because I look like this, I must be a murderer? Well, if you're looking for a
dangerous mafia heartthrob, I'm sorry I can't be him… despite all the tattoos." Dazai looked
away for dramatic effect, Fyodor chuckling. He knew what vibe he put off, but deep down, he
was just a goofy kid, too smart for his own good.

"I'm ok with a cheesy artist." Fyodor said. "In fact, I like you that way." Dazai chuckled.

"Thanks… I like you the way you are too." He smiled at Fyodor, who looked down with a
shy smile. They threw out their trash before walking down a path, heading up the mountain to
a clearing Dazai liked to sit at. There was an old bench that overlooked the city. Dazai pulled
out his phone flashlight to illuminate the path for Fyodor. Dazai no longer needed it, having
walked this path many times, but he didn't want Fyodor tripping.

"Do…you smoke?" Dazai asked, nervously looking over. Fyodor smiled.

"Smoke what, exactly?" Fyodor had a mischievous glint in his eyes, letting Dazai know it
wasn't just cigarettes.

"Well, lucky us. I have a pack of cigarettes, two blunts, and a lighter~" Dazai said with a
slight singsong tone. Fyodor laughed.

"You bad boy. You prepared for this." Dazai laughed, putting his hands up in admission.
"How did you guess that I smoked?" Fyodor asked. Dazai shrugged.

"Intuition?" Dazai smiled, happy he was right. He pulled out two cigarettes, handing one to
Fyodor. "For the walk over." He said, reaching over to light Fyodor's. He lit his own as the
Russian took a drag, exhaling the smoke with a relaxed sigh.
"It's nice out." Fyodor said. The cool night breeze blew his hair around, waving around his
pretty face. "The moon's especially pretty."

"You're especially pretty." Dazai said without hesitation. He went red when he realized what
he said. Fyodor laughed, looking at Dazai.

"Says you." He teased, making Dazai's heart melt. When Dazai was about halfway through
his cigarette, they reached the bench.

“This is it.” Dazai said, looking out over the small, shiny lights of the city. Up here,
everything felt so small, and his worries felt far away. He snuffed out his cigarette. Fyodor
looked out, taking in the sight.

“Wow.” Fyodor’s voice was barely above a whisper. He sat down, breathing a bit heavy.
Dazai moved towards him, worried.

“Are you ok?” Dazai asked. Fyodor seemed a bit more pale than usual.

“Yes, I just get lightheaded easily.” Fyodor waved it off, easing Dazai’s worry only slightly.
Fyodor took one last drag, then tossed his cigarette on the ground, snuffing it with his shoe.

Dazai sat down next to Fyodor, pulling out the blunts.

“Ready?” He asked with a mischievous smile. Fyodor nodded, mirroring his expression.

Dazai felt wonderful. His body tingled and he had his arm around Fyodor, who was giggling
nonstop.

“Ok, ok. I just can’t believe you’re such a nerd!” Fyodor was baffled. “Magic: The
Gathering? How much money have you spent on those cards?” Dazai was red, embarrassed.

“Oh man, I don’t even know anymore.” He giggled. “It’s fun though! I’ll teach you.” He
rolled his head, looking over at Fyodor.

Fyodor slowly turned his head to meet Dazai’s eyes. They burst into laughter.

“Ok, ok. I’ll learn. But you have to do something for me.” Fyodor said, getting Dazai’s
attention. “You have to play piano with me.” Dazai groaned.

“I told you, I’m not that good!” Dazai giggled. Fyodor lightly elbowed him.

“I don’t care, playing cello alone is getting boring. Accompany me.” Fyodor said, demanding
more than asking. Dazai relented.

“Fine. But it’s only because you’re so pretty.” Dazai rolled his eyes. They looked at each
other, bursting into another fit of giggles. They were like two schoolgirls, hyper and unable to
take anything seriously.
 “One more favor.” Fyodor said, trying to calm down.

“Mhm, what?” Dazai smiled, waiting to hear what Fyodor could be up to.

“Kiss me.” Fyodor’s voice was calm and serious. Dazai’s face got hot.

“I- wha- really?” Dazai asked, excited. Fyodor nodded.

Dazai leaned in, kissing Fyodor’s soft lips. It was better than he imagined. Fyodor tasted
lightly of black tea. His hand reached up, gently caressing Fyodor’s cheek as he pulled away
from the kiss. Fyodor leaned into his hand.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Dazai was breathless. Fyodor was smiling.

“On top of that, I’m lucky.” Fyodor said. “Lucky to have you.”

Dazai chuckled, kissing Fyodor again. Even though they would continue working next to
each other, seeing each other every day, Dazai wanted this night to never end.

Chapter End Notes

short and sweet :)

 Fyozai smut
Chapter Summary

Dazai gets horny in jail

Dazai lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of his cell in Meursault. Fyodor was doing the same,
but Dazai was eager for the man to fall asleep. He listened intently, waiting for some sign, a
snore, a heavy breath, anything. All this, because in his time talking with the demon, he had
reached a terrible conclusion.

Dazai wanted to fuck Fyodor. Or, be fucked by him. It didn’t matter anymore. He couldn’t
deny that Fyodor was attractive, but the way they understood each other so innately was
alluring, and he couldn’t take it anymore. Dazai turned away from his rival’s cell, thankful he
had a blanket covering himself. He was aching, desperate. With the dripping tension
whenever they talked, Dazai was sure that if they weren’t separated right now, they’d be on
top of each other by now.

Hesitantly, Dazai pulled out his dick, already dripping with precum. He gave it a few strokes,
stifling a whimper. It was so sensitive from weeks of neglect, and he could barely contain
himself with how good it felt.

“What are you doing, Dazai?” Fyodor spoke up.

Damnit. He’s not asleep. Dazai sighed.

“Nothing.” His voice was more shaky than he’d like, but he hoped Fyodor didn’t notice.

“Dirty man, how shameful.” Fyodor’s voice was close now, and Dazai turned around to see
Fyodor standing in his cell.

“How- what are you-” Dazai began, baffled as to how he could be here. Fyodor shushed him.

“Don’t worry. We only have so much time where they can’t see us.” Fyodor climbed on top
of Dazai, straddling his hips. Dazai resisted the urge to grind into him. Fyodor leaned over,
lightly licking Dazai’s neck, making him moan.

“You’ve been struggling lately, haven’t you?” Fyodor crooned. “You’ve been wanting me,
huh?” Fyodor pulled back, putting a hand on Dazai’s neck. Dazai nodded, but before he could
say anything, Fyodor continued.

“Good. I’ve been wanting you too. Wanting to fuck your pretty ass, hear you screaming my
name.” Fyodor whispered, stroking Dazai’s flushed cheek. Fyodor stood up, dragging Dazai
out of bed as well.
“Strip.” Fyodor ordered, Dazai more than happy to oblige. Soon, he wore nothing but his
bandages, and Fyodor stood, examining him. “Very good.” He nodded, and Dazai felt a sort
of pride.

“Get back in bed, on your hands and knees.” Dazai was quick to do what he said. At this
point he just needed Fyodor to fuck him. His dignity was gone, replaced by the hormones
flooding his brain.

Fyodor kneeled on the bed behind him and Dazai felt Fyodor stick a finger in his ass, moving
it around to loosen him up. Dazai let out a whimper. It felt so, so good.

“Listen to yourself.” Fyodor chuckled. “What a whore.” Fyodor stuck another finger in,
eliciting a moan from Dazai. It was pathetic and breathy, but music to Fyodor’s ears. He
began scissoring his fingers.

“You really are loud, huh?” Fyodor teased. “I’m going to make you scream.” Dazai
whimpered, scared and excited for what Fyodor was going to do to him. Fyodor stuck the
third finger in forcefully.

“Ah! Ngh- you-” Dazai could barely get any words out, before Fyodor reached over, putting
his free hand over Dazai’s mouth.

“Shut up, whore.” Fyodor was abusing his hole, stretching him out to be fucked. Dazai let out
muffled whimpers against Fyodor’s hand. Fyodor finally let him go as he took out his fingers,
Dazai gasping for air. Dazai turned around to see Fyodor pulling his dick out.

“Come, there’s no lube here, so it’s best if you use your mouth to get it slick.” Fyodor
crooned, grabbing Dazai by the hair and pulling him close. Fyodor’s dick was big, and Dazai
began by licking the bottom of it, base to tip. Fyodor’s sigh of pleasure let Dazai know that
the russian was enjoying this as much as he was.

Dazai wasted no time in coating Fyodor with spit, making sure to drag his tongue on all the
sensitive spots. As soon as Fyodor was dripping with spit he grabbed Dazai’s hair and pulled
him off his dick.

“Get back down.” Fyodor wasted no time, and as soon as Dazai was turned back around,
Fyodor inserted himself into him. Dazai cried out, the sudden pain and fullness almost
making him dizzy. Fyodor dragged a sharp nail along his back.

“Hush, I have no need to listen to your cries of distress. I only want to hear your pleasure.
Understand?” Fyodor was gripping Dazai’s shoulder as he slowly slid in and out of him.

“Ngh- yeah, got it- Ah!” Dazai’s nonchalant attitude was met with Fyodor slamming into
him. Dazai could swear he saw stars just then.

“Good. Now take me like a good bitch.” Fyodor picked up the pace, loving the noises Dazai
was making. He was loud, whimpering, barely comprehensible.

“Ngh- Fyo- you feel… so good…” Dazai barely choked out. Fyodor was breathing hard.
“Hah- you’re nice and tight, Dazai. Good job.” Fyodor kept up the pace, clearly enjoying it
all. Dazai was aching, and he moved to grab himself, feeling like he was getting close. As
soon as Fyodor noticed, he smacked Dazai’s hand away.

“No. You don’t get to touch yourself.” Fyodor dug his nails into Dazai’s hips, making the
man clench around Fyodor. The sensation made Fyodor come, slamming into Dazai and
emptying into him.

“What a good slut.” Fyodor’s voice was breathy as he pulled out of Dazai. There were tears
in Dazai’s eyes, frustrated from being unable to come. His dick was aching. He needed it.

Fyodor flipped the man around, seeing the tears pricking at his eyes. He gently caressed
Dazai’s cheek, wiping away a tear.

“Aww, poor thing.” Fyodor’s voice was thick and sweet, like poisoned honey. “Don’t worry,
you’ll get to come too.” Fyodor dragged his nail from Dazai’s neck, slowly down his chest,
watching the rise and fall. He was breathing hard, and Fyodor wasn’t helping. He continued,
dragging it all the way down his stomach, making it to his thigh.

Fyodor put his mouth around Dazai’s dick, making him moan from the warm, intense
sensation. Fyodor's hands gripped his inner thighs and his tongue circled the tip, making sure
to apply pressure on the more sensitive areas. Dazai watched intently as Fyodor took him all
into his mouth, making eye contact.

Dazai moaned, feeling his tip in Fyodor’s tight throat. Fyodor chuckled, the vibrations
making Dazai crazy. How Fyodor got so good at this, Dazai could only imagine, but he was
grateful to be on the receiving end right now.

“Please- Fyodor, I’m so close-” Dazai whined, feeling the pressure build. It was almost too
much to handle.

Fyodor moved up and off Dazai, the cold air hitting him. Dazai began to protest, stopping
when Fyodor moved a hand off Dazai’s thigh to stroke him. His grip was tight, and his thumb
traced the connection of the tip and the shaft, making Dazai buck his hips a bit. The sensation
was so intense.

Fyodor smirked, clearly liking the visual of Dazai squirming under his control. Fyodor
moved back down, using his hand on Dazai’s shaft and sucking on the tip.

“Oh-oh my god.” Dazai’s eyes rolled back as the pressure became too much. “I’m gonna-”

He was cut off by an intense orgasm, his spine tingling, hands and feet going numb. Fyodor
sucked him clean, swallowing Dazai’s seed.

“You don’t taste half bad.” Fyodor remarked, looking down on Dazai, who could barely catch
his breath now. He felt high, head almost spinning. “Are you ok?” Fyodor asked, voice
sounding far away.

.
Dazai sat up, looking around. Fyodor was sitting in his own cell, on his own bed.

“Are you ok?” Fyodor asked again. Dazai was silent, realizing what had happened. It was a
wet dream.

“Yeah! All good over here!” Dazai said, trying to mask the nerves in his voice. “Just a weird
dream.” Fyodor chuckled, letting Dazai know he was in trouble.

“I bet it was. All the noises you were making… the way you called my name.” Fyodor
teased, Dazai turning red.

“You know, I bet if we weren’t separated right now, you wouldn’t be so opposed.” Dazai
flirted, trying to save face.

“I guess we’ll never know…” Fyodor said, refusing to relent. “I’ll turn around and let you
clean up, though.”

Dazai was red. Now, he needed to get Fyodor to admit it.

He would get him to do so by the time they got out.

 Fyolai kisses drabble
Chapter Summary

kissy kissy they're so cute

Nikolai woke up with Fyodor in his arms. It was quickly becoming his favorite way to wake
up. Fyodor often snuggled up to him when they slept together, resting his head and arm on
Nikolai's chest, their legs intertwined.

Looking down on Fyodor, Nikolai could barely contain himself, he was so pretty. His black
hair framed his pale face, peaceful in sleep. Nikolai gently grabbed the hand resting on his
chest and brought it to his lips, giving a soft kiss. If he could hold onto this moment forever,
he would.

As Nikolai set down his hand, gently as if it were made of glass, Fyodor made a small noise.

"Ngh- Kolya." Fyodor groaned, finally awake. He looked up at Nikolai, under eyes still dark.
So pretty.

"Yes, love?" Nikolai looked down at the sleepy Russian, watching his eyelids flutter shut
again. Nikolai smiled. Fyodor's face was now tilted up, so Nikolai had a better view and
easier reach to give him kisses.

So that's exactly what he did. Nikolai leaned over and gave a soft kiss to Fyodor's forehead,
stirring him again. Fyodor opened his eyes, smiling, before reaching up for a kiss.

Nikolai met him halfway, their lips meeting in a moment of sweet bliss. Fyodor's lips were
soft and cool, and Nikolai never wanted this to end. When Fyodor eventually pulled back,
resting his head back down, Nikolai moved so Fyodor was now laying on his back.

"You're so pretty, Fedya." Nikolai whispered, moving hair out of his face. He leaned down to
give another kiss. Fyodor was blushing slightly.

"You're sweet." Fyodor smiled and rolled his eyes, not convinced. Nikolai needed Fyodor to
know just how pretty and kissable he was.

"I'm not lying." Nikolai said, leaning over and giving him another kiss. "I will keep kissing
you until you relent." Nikolai began giving quick little kisses all around Fyodor's face,
making him laugh. How he loved Fyodor's laugh.

"Ok! Ok." Fyodor chuckled. Nikolai stopped kissing him, keeping their faces close. "I
relent." Nikolai smiled.
"Good." He gave him a quick peck on the lips. "But, I really do like kissing you." Nikolai
kept kissing Fyodor's face, making him laugh again.

"So silly." Fyodor managed to berate Nikolai through laughter. Nikolai stopped.

"What else did you expect from a clown?" Nikolai raised his eyebrows. Fyodor leaned up to
kiss him again.

"Nothing less, honestly.” Fyodor shrugged. Nikolai smiled, pulling Fyodor in for another
kiss.
 Transfem!Kunikida and Yosano fluff
Chapter Summary

Transfem!Kunikida comes out to Yosano

CW: Gender dysphoria

Chapter Notes

Kunikida's pronouns do change throughout the fic

Kunikida sat in the cafe, staring at his list of ideals. Despite all of them, and how desperately
he tried to cling to them, he never seemed right. He never felt like he could fit into those
standards. Lately he’d been beginning to feel like his ideals were set too lofty. He had his
dream woman in there, despite knowing he was more attracted to guys. His crush on Dazai
was in full swing and he didn’t know how to stop it.

Kunikida flipped the page to his list for an ideal woman. He looked it over, reading the points
over and over as he’d done many times now.

God, I wish that were me. The thought popped into his head suddenly, but he realized it
wasn’t the first time he’d felt uncomfortable in this way. Kunikida was sweating now. He
became hyper-aware of his body. The broadness of his shoulders, how flat his chest was, his
d-

Kunikida felt sick. He tried his best not to think about it. This wasn’t part of his ideals. His
body served him well. He was fit, able to fight, able to save others. So why did he hate it so
much? He sat there, staring at the page, and shaking. Was this what he was missing this
whole time?

Yosano walked up from behind him and sat down in the booth across from him, sighing.

“Man, this day has been-” She noticed Kunikida’s shaking. “Hey, you ok?” Her tone shifted
to a gentle concern. Kunikida was doing fine earlier, so this shift was unexpected. Kunikida
looked up at her. She was so pretty, yet Kunikida couldn’t see himself being attracted to her.
Just jealous. He cleared his throat.

“Dr. Yosano… Can you come with me back to my apartment? I have something I need to ask,
but… in private.” Kunikida kept his voice low. He was lucky nobody else was in the cafe.
Yosano smiled.

“Sure! Let’s stop to grab some wine on the way~” She chirped, getting out of the booth.
Yosano did always love hanging out together. On weekends where they didn’t have much
obligations, they’d get wine drunk, watch sappy rom-coms together, and sometimes talk
about their lives. Usually they’d end up crying, but it was always fun. Kunikida smiled.

“Yeah, let's get that peach moscato again… it was good.” Kunikida said, standing up. His
stomach dropped as he was aware of just how tall he was in comparison to Yosano. They
walked out of the cafe, heading to Kunikida’s apartment. He was quiet, listening to Yosano
talk about her day. She had been sent out for supplies again and ran into some unlucky
bastards who saw her as an easy target. Once they acquired a few bottles of wine, they made
their way to his apartment.

It was clean, spotless as always, with nice decorations and a clean smell of citrus. It was
always nice to come back to.

“God, your place is so much nicer than the other guys.” Yosano rolled her eyes. “Have you
seen Dazai’s lately? I went to help him clean the other day.” Kunikida cringed. Of course
Dazai had been letting his housework slip by.

“Ugh, let me guess, empty cans of crab and empty alcohol bottles?” Kunikida guessed,
making Yosano giggle.

“Of course, what else?” Kunikida chuckled. Yosano always did know how to make him feel
better. But now he had to tell her his… findings from earlier. His stomach turned again. He
cracked open the first bottle, filling two glasses and handing one to Yosano. She sat cross
legged on the couch, facing Kunikida. He was suddenly aware that he had settled into the
same position, and changed it, taking a long drink.

“Hold on, I think I’m going to need to be a bit less sober to tell you this.” Kunikida admitted,
chugging the glass and pouring another. Yosano laughed.

“Alright, take your time.” She was trying to keep it light-hearted. Kunikida could tell she was
being more gentle than usual. “But, back to the topic, I think Fukuzawa is the only other guy
who keeps apartment as clean as you, and he’s a total minimalist. Jun’ichiro doesn’t count
‘because he has Naomi.” Yosano continued.

“Is it bad?” Kunikida asked. He was overthinking things now. Was he too clean to be a guy?
He always thought that it was just decent, but it seemed like the other men in his company
hadn’t been able to figure that out. Yosano scoffed.

“God, no. It’s so much better. I wish all guys were more like you.” Yosano said. Usually this
would have no effect on Kunikida, but right now, he was on high alert.

Yosano is a lesbian. If she liked Kunikida more than other guys… could he really be that
obvious? His head was swimming, from both the stress and the alcohol kicking in.
“Akiko…” Kunikida started, looking down at his shoes. He felt nauseous. “I don’t feel like a
guy.” He whispered. Yosano didn’t move.

“You think you’re… trans?” Yosano asked, plainly. Kunikida cringed at the word, feeling
tears fall. He didn’t want to admit it, but he nodded. “How long have you been questioning
it?” Yosano sounded excited, and Kunikida looked up at her, confused.

“I… don’t know. I’ve been uncomfortable for a while, I think, but I only realized it earlier.”
Kunikida said, wiping tears away and taking another sip.

“I see… Do you want me to call you by another name?” Yosano asked. Kunkida thought,
shaking their head.

“No… Doppo makes me a bit uncomfortable though, just stick with Kunikida for now. I’ve
always preferred it.” Kunikida said, thinking.

Is this a step I want to take? Kunikida sighed, clearly conflicted.

“Here…” Yosano thought. “How about we finish this bottle and see about switching clothes
and doing a little makeover? Then we’ll see how you feel.” She offered, and Kunikida froze,
unsure. It was the best idea, but they were so scared to confirm it for themselves.

“Okay… yeah. Let’s do that.” Kunikida nodded, finishing off his glass.

“Okay! That’s the last of it!” Yosano giggled, pouring the last drops into their glasses. They
both chugged the wine, Kunikida now eager to begin. Yosano hopped up, grabbed Kunikida’s
hand, and pulled them up giddily.

“Woah, ok. I don’t think I have the right clothes for this.” Kunikida realized, following her to
the bedroom. Yosano scoffed.

“Doesn’t matter. I can make do with what you have.” She looked them up and down. “Plus,
with that waist, you’ll fit in my skirt.” Yosano shrugged, making Kunikida blush.

“Oh… thanks.” They said, quietly as Yosano dug through the closet.

“Ooh! Perfect!” She threw out a white button down, Kunikida catching it. “Ok, put that on,
and I’ll put on these sweatpants while you borrow the skirt.” Yosano flounced into the
bathroom to change. Kunikida smiled. They were glad to have a friend like this. It made
everything much less nerve-wrecking.

Kunkida took off their vest, tie, and button down, switching out the usual black for a white
one. Yosano came out, skirt in hand, looking comfy in the sweatpants. She tossed it over.

“Alright… unbutton the top two, you don’t need those. I’ll help you roll up the sleeves.”
Yosano walked over to Kunikida, rolling up a sleeve as they unbuttoned the top with their
other hand. Once that was done, Yosano perked up again. “Let me put on some of the
mascara and lipgloss I have in my purse! You’ll look great!” She said, running off to grab
them. Kunikida chuckled, feeling lucky to have her.

When she came back, Yosano sat Kunikida down on their bed and took off their glasses.

“Ok… look up.” She held the mascara wand close to their eye. “Now, blink slowly.”
Kunikida did as instructed. It was a weird feeling, but not bad. With one eye done, Yosano
leaned back to admire her work. “Perfect! Now do the same for the other eye.”

They repeated the process, then finished the look with some tinted lip gloss. It felt slightly
sticky, and Kunikida felt the need to keep rubbing their lips together.

“Put on the skirt now!” Yosano giggled, excited. Kunikida couldn’t help but feel
embarrassed.

“Are you going to leave?” They asked, making Yosano scoff again.

“No need- just put it on over your pants and shirt, zip it up, then take off your pants.” She
said it like it was obvious. Kunikida blushed.

“Right, that does make sense.” They pulled up the skirt, making sure the button down was
tucked in, and zipped up the side. It was a bit tight, but Yosano was right, it did fit. Kunikida
felt a sense of pride. They took a deep breath and unbuttoned their pants, slipping them off
along with their socks. In a last minute decision, Kunikida took their hair out of the pony tail.
Yosano brought over the full length mirror from the corner of the room, placing it in front of
Kunikida.

As she looked at herself, the tears began to fall. She was too tall, her hair was too short in the
front, and her shoulders were too broad. But she was so beautiful. The mascara began to run,
making her think of all the female leads in those rom-coms she had watched with Yosano.

“Are you ok?” Yosano asked, putting the mirror down and rushing over to Kunikida, who
collapsed on the bed. She couldn’t stop crying.

“Yeah… I’m just overwhelmed.” Yosano sat on the bed next to Kunikida, hugging her.

“Are you happy though?” She asked, knowing the answer. Kunikida nodded, sniffling a bit.

“So much.”
 Transmasc!Dazai and Chuuya angst/fluff
Chapter Summary

Transmasc!Dazai is tired of being seen as Mori's little girl and asks Chuuya to cut his
hair

Tired.

Dazai was just… tired now. He saw the way Mori looked at him, treating him like a pretty
little toy. He was only 16, but Dazai was getting drunk almost daily now to try to cope with
everything. Everytime Mori looked at him he wanted to rip his hair out. If only he was born a
boy. Then he wouldn't have to deal with Mori's gross comments and stares.

Drunk once more, Dazai stood in front of the mirror, about to get in the shower. Removing all
his bandages, he stared at his bare skin. His breasts were small, easy to bind now, but his hips
were getting wider and his voice wasn't getting any deeper. The thought made him sick. He
hated his body. It wasn't right.

Dazai reached into the back of the drawer and grabbed his trusty razor. It was the only thing
that made him feel alive anymore. He couldn't control his body, but at least he could punish it
for being wrong.

The shower stung, but he was used to it by now. This was his nightly routine. The endless
cycle of self loathing weighed heavily on him, but there was no way to escape while Mori
had his tight grip on him. He'd find a way eventually but now…

There was a knock at the door. Luckily Dazai was dressed, bandaged up tightly, and just
zoning out in the bathroom.

"Hey! Shithead, you've been in there so long, it's my turn!" Chuuya. Of course. Asshole
didn't know how lucky he was. He might be short, but at least he was born the way he was
supposed to be. He didn't seem to hate himself like Dazai did.

Dazai went to the door, opening it up to glare at Chuuya. Surprisingly, the redhead's
expression fell into one of concern.

"Hey… you don't look so good. Are you ok?" Dazai wasted no time in pulling him into the
bathroom and locking the door. He didn't care anymore. Being so alone all the time was
torture. He needed Chuuya to know.

"Chuuya, I can't do this anymore." Dazai whispered, leaning against the sink.
"What do you mean?" Chuuya was beyond concerned now, trying to mask it with his arms
crossed.

"I… I can't be Mori's little girl anymore. I can't take it. It's not who I am." Dazai said,
watching Chuuya's eyebrows shoot up.

"You… want to leave the port mafia?" Chuuya whispered urgently. "That's crazy! And you're
more mafia than anyone I've ever met! Where did this come from?" Chuuya grabbed Dazai's
shoulders, searching for some little bit of light in Dazai's dark, blank eyes.

"No… the mafia's fine. It's the… girl part." Dazai admitted. It made him want to throw up.
He'd know. this for a while, but actually telling someone made him nauseous. Chuuya stared,
eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a few moments, before he understood.

"Oh! Well, that makes more sense." Chuuya shrugged. It was now Dazai's turn to be
confused.

"What?" Dazai wondered what gave him away. Chuuya couldn't really be that perceptive.
Could he?

"Yeah, I mean, look at you. If it weren't for your long ass hair, I'd think you were a dude."
Chuuya said, as if it were the most obvious thing ever. Dazai held a piece of his hair, looking
at it. It was long.

"Cut it for me." Dazai looked up at Chuuya. There was a glimmer of hope that had returned
to his eyes. Chuuya chuckled, nervous.

"You're not worried I'm going to fuck it up?" Chuuya scratched at his neck. Dazai shook his
head. "Alright then. I'm assuming you want it shorter than mine?" Chuuya began rummaging
through the drawers for scissors.

"Yeah, your ponytail is… fun and all, but I'd like something a bit less gay." Dazai teased.

"Hey! I'm helping you out here! Don't be an ass…" Chuuya grumbled, finally finding
scissors. "Alright, I'll do it like my hair when we first met. That fine?" Chuuya was looking at
Dazai through the mirror, but Dazai was just staring at himself and his hair.

Chuuya's hair… It was short, with bangs. Nothing super special, but it was perfect. Given
there was no undercut, it would be easy to do and maintain.

"Yeah… that's perfect." Dazai whispered. "Can I, um… cut the first bit?" Dazai finally
looked up at Chuuya, who sighed and handed him the scissors.

"Knock yourself out. Don't take off too much or I can't style it." Chuuya watched as Dazai
grabbed a large chunk, cutting it off above his shoulder.

Dazai couldn't believe it. He was finally doing this. He didn't care what Mori said anymore,
he was going to fully transition. He was going to be free. Tears welled up in his eyes as he
chopped away at his hair.
They spilled over, falling down and landing on the hair on the floor. It was cathartic, even if
the feeling only lasted tonight and he'd have to deal with the consequences later. This was
what he desperately needed to do.

Eventually, all of his hair was roughly chin-length, short and ready for Chuuya to actually
style it. Dazai stared at himself, letting his arms fall. He could barely recognize himself, but it
was so much better.

Before, his hair had flowed freely, a signature look that captivated others. But all eyes were
on him always. And it made him sick. Especially when those eyes belonged to Mori. It was
choppy and terrible, but he finally felt free.

Chuuya took back the scissors, taking advantage of Dazai's still silence, and began cutting
away, making bangs, layers, and shortening it until his neck finally felt fresh air. When he
finished, Dazai could do nothing but stare at himself in shock.

"Is it… ok?" Chuuya broke the silence. "Our hair's pretty different, so it doesn't look the
same, but it doesn't look bad." Chuuya kept rambling, clearly nervous that Dazai hated it.

"It's perfect." Dazai whispered, studying every part of it. "Thank you." Dazai pretended to not
see Chuuya's obvious shock.

It was completely warranted though. Chuuya was the only person he'd told, and he
immediately accepted it and helped cut his hair. It was nice to see how much he cared.

"No problem, now get out. I still want to shower." Chuuya pushed Dazai out, locking the
door behind him. Even with the rough exit, Dazai smiled, happy for the first time in a while.

He'd deal with everything else later, but now, he could forget about his stupid body and be
happy.
 Siglai Fluff and Smut
Chapter Summary

Nikolai drags Sigma to an amusement park- sillies and sex ensue

Chapter Notes

Never wrote these two before but it was fun and cute af

"You've NEVER been to one!??" Despite being in public, Nikolai had his face inches from
Sigma, who unfortunately had just revealed his lack of experiences with amusement parks.

"...no, when would I have had the chance?" Sigma pushed him back a bit, nervously
chuckling as he knew his fate was sealed in now.

"Oh man, come on then! We're going in right now." Nikolai was excited, pulling a reluctant
Sigma into the line for tickets.

"Hey! What about the groceries?" Sigma protested, even though he knew it was futile.

"Eh, we'll get them later." Nikolai shrugged. He was so excited, practically shaking. Sigma
would be lying if he said it wasn't cute. He listened as Nikolai rambled on and on about the
food, the attractions and best of all, the rides. Truthfully, the idea of rollercoasters made
Sigma nervous, but he was determined to try it at least once.

They finally made it to the front of the line and Nikolai paid for two tickets, winking at
Sigma. He couldn't help but blush from how cute he was.

Once in the park, Sigma was overwhelmed with the sheer amount of people. It must be a
nightmare to run. The casino got busy, but it never had this many people at once. He simply
stood there, taking it all in, heart beginning to race.

"Sigma… are you ok?" Nikolai leaned over, grabbing his hand.

"Yeah… there's just a lot going on right now." Sigma couldn't help but notice everything
happening around him, from the kid who just dropped his ice cream, to the couple that just
won a stuffed bear as a prize. Nikolai moved in front of him, blocking his vision.

"Just focus on me for now." Nikolai's face has a soft smile, it was kind, rare, and Sigma's
favorite.
"Ok. Lead me to where we should go first." Sigma took a deep breath, calming down. Nikolai
grinned, leading him to the first ride they saw. There were large teacups spinning on an even
larger spinning platform. Sigma watched it go round and round, knowing he was going to get
sick.

"So! Want to take a guess as to what this ride is called?" Nikolai turned to talk to Sigma,
pointing at the ride he was looking at. Sigma held in laughter, knowing that Nikolai likely
was too excited to notice the sign that was at the entrance to the line. He feigned thinking.

"Let me guess, Spinning Teacups?" Sigma loved seeing Nikolai's grin of pride.

"Correct! How ever did you guess?" He joked, putting an arm around Sigma's shoulder,
making Sigma laugh. He was finally relaxing, and he suspected this was Nikolai's intention.

"Something about the teacups, and the fact that they're… spinning." Sigma smiled, nerves
melting away as he relaxed into Nikolai's side. Maybe this could be fun after all.

Sigma legs were shaking, and not in a good way, as he made his way off the ride. Nikolai was
pumped as ever, but Sigma just felt nauseous. Was this really so fun?

"Are you ok, Sig?" Nikolai helped Sigma over to a bench. He sat down, slumping over.

"Ugh. Are they all like that?" Sigma would pay Nikolai back and just leave if all the rides
were going to be like this. Nikolai sat down next to him chuckling.

"No, in fact, that might be the most nauseating one." Sigma slowly looked over, pissed, to see
Nikolai's shit eating grin. He put his hands up, innocently. "Hey! Gotta get the worst over
quickly, right?" His cute smile didn't fix the fact that Sigma's head was spinning. Groaning,
Sigma put his head back, closing his eyes. Somehow it made it worse, and Sigma had no idea
what to do.

"Hey, look forward down at a spot on the ground and just breathe deeply. One second."
Nikolai helped Sigma lean forward, his large hand strong on his back. Then suddenly, he was
running off somewhere. Sigma chuckled. He couldn't help but stare at his ass as he walked
away… it almost made him feel better.

After a few moments, Nikolai came back with a soda, handing it to him. Sigma gave him a
questioning look, but he insisted.

"Just sip on it, it'll help." Nikolai sat back down next to him, casually throwing an arm around
him. Sigma felt his face get warm from the public affection, but he just took a sip of the soda.
It hit his stomach, almost immediately settling it.

"Oh, yeah that really does help." Sigma stared at the bottle. He had only had soda once
before, but it wasn't bad. He took another sip.

"Great! Well, if you're feeling better, let's go on another ride." Nikolai smiled, standing up
and holding out a hand to Sigma.
"Uhm…" Sigma was obviously apprehensive, having just been sick. Nikolai bent over, taking
his hand anyway and pulling Sigma up. He pulled him close, a hand on his waist, leaning
over to get their faces close.

"I promise it won't be as bad." Nikolai grinned. Sigma blushed, pulling away.

"Fine! But I'm choosing this time." Sigma began looking around for a decent ride.

"Ooh! We'll take turns picking! How fun~" Nikolai followed, holding Sigma's hand again.
Sigma looked around, spotting the ferris wheel. Perfect! It was slow and Nikolai couldn't
shake the…. thing. The cage? No, it couldn't be called that. Cabin? Ugh, that seemed good
enough. Anyway, he wasn't scared of heights, so it was perfect.

"Hey, Sigma. Are you alright?" Nikolai had his face close, snapping Sigma out of his
thoughts.

"Oh! Yeah… I was just thinking the ferris wheel would be perfect!" Sigma smiled, pointing it
out. Nikolai's face of utter joy was expecting as he jumped up in excitement.

"You're right! It would be perfect!" Nikolai smiled, grabbing Sigma's hands and whispering
slightly. "How romantic too, a ferris wheel ride, just the two of us~" he waggled his
eyebrows, and Sigma went red.

"Oh, come on!" Sigma began walking to the ferris wheel, Nikolai following. "You know I
didn't mean it like that…" he was blushing, but Nikolai was happy as a clam walking behind
him.

They got in line, Sigma finally calming down. Nikolai kept holding his hand… so clingy.
But, he liked it. His smile was so pretty, and he seemed so happy whenever he was with him.
It was super cute, really.

The attendant called them up and they got situated in the carriage. Nikolai was giddy with
excitement and once the carriage began moving again, he moved to sit next to Sigma.

"You know… this might actually be the first time I've been on a ferris wheel." Nikolai
chuckled, a bit embarrassed.

EMBARRASSED!! This was a rare sight, Sigma almost wanted to take a picture. He was
blushing and everything! It was the perfect time to make a move on him and get him
flustered. Sigma felt a rare deviousness deep in him. He took Nikolai's hand, leaning in and
putting his head on his shoulder. With his softest voice and puppy dog eyes, he looked up at
Nikolai.

"Well, at least we're having this first together." Sigma gave a soft smile. Nikolai was beet red,
stammering. He probably would've jumped up in excitement if Sigma didn't have his head on
his shoulder.

SCORE! He really wished he could've taken a picture. Though, as Sigma looked out the
window, he could see over the city. The view was… beautiful.
"Oh wow…" Sigma leaned over, getting a better view. "It's so beautiful." He was enamored
with the view, and they stopped slightly at the top. Nikolai lifted Sigma's chin up so he was
facing him.

"Not as beautiful as you." Nikolai leaned in, kissing him. Sigma didn't have time to react, just
enjoying the kiss. Somehow, Nikolai always tasted sweet.

"You're so cheesy…" Sigma blushed, and Nikolai put his arm around him as they looked out
over the view.

"Yeah, but you like it." He giggled. Sigma couldn't deny it. They stayed like that, talking a bit
as they watched the ferris wheel go back down.

Sigma barely had any time to think as they got off the ride before Nikolai pulled him away,
practically running.

"Hey! Where are we going?" Sigma tried to get Nikolai's attention, to no avail. Before he
knew it, Sigma was tossed into a family bathroom with Nikolai, who was locking the door
behind him.

"Sigma… you really got me flustered up there." Nikolai approached, backing Sigma up into a
wall. "I'm not going to lie, that really turned me on~" Nikolai kissed Sigma, wrapping his arm
around his waist. He felt his thigh press into Nikolai's crotch, feeling his total hard-on. The
realization made Sigma feel a pang of arousal.

"N- Nikolai… this is a public bathroom!" Sigma protested slightly, worried about someone
trying to come in.

"Then you'll have to be quiet." Nikolai whispered into his ear, sending tingles down Sigma's
spine and into his legs. He looked up at Nikolai's smooth smile, and couldn't help but blush.

"...Ok, then." Sigma whispered, giving Nikolai the go-ahead to take charge. The switch
flipped immediately, and Nikolai ran his hands up Sigma's shirt, kissing him hard. Sigma
could barely react, kissing him back. He didn't know what to do with his hands, so he put
them on Nikolai's hips, feeling his curves.

Nikolai tugged at Sigma's pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down. The cold air hit
him, but before he could say or do anything, Nikolai flipped him around, pinning him to the
wall.

"Don't worry, we can be quick." Nikolai whispered into Sigma's ear, slipping a finger into
him. Sigma stifled a surprised moan.

"W-wait! There's no lube-" Sigma realized, unsure of what Nikolai's plan was here.

"No lube?" Nikolai giggled, waving a small bottle by his face. "I'm always prepared…"
Sigma groaned. Of course he'd be. He was grateful though, because right now, he really did
want Nikolai to fuck him.
He flicked the cap open and pulled his finger out, with a small whimper from Sigma. He
inserted two fingers this time, cool and slick with lube. God, it felt good. Sigma was doing
his best not to moan too loudly.

"Wow, you're really loosening up pretty quickly today. You must be more relaxed than usual.
Did you have fuuun?" Nikolai teased him.

"Ngh- yes! I, I did have fun. Now will you fuck me already?" Sigma looked back to catch the
devious twinkle in Nikolai's eyes. His pants came down quickly, and Sigma felt Nikolai press
into him.

"Ooh man, you feel good, Sig." Nikolai kissed his cheek. It was all so much, Sigma was
really struggling to keep quiet. He let a moan slip.

"Ah! Nikolai- you're so, ngh, big." Sigma could barely speak, feeling Nikolai ram into him.
His hips were hitting Sigma's ass, he was so deep in him. Sigma was rock hard, needing to
cum. "Please, I wanna- mmmfh!"

Nikolai giggled, getting a better grip on Sigma's hips. Sigma couldn't contain it anymore,
gripping himself as he came. Waves of ecstacy rippled through his body and mind and he
would've sank to his knees if Nikolai wasn't holding him up. He could feel himself tightening
around Nikolai, feeling the warmth shoot up in him with a final thrust.

They both stood there, panting, and Nikolai held him close as they both rode the waves of
pleasure racking their bodies. Then, it hit Sigma again.

"Wait… we gotta get out of here." He grunted as Nikolai pulled out. He grabbed some paper
towels to clean himself up. He shoved a few towards Nikolai, panicking a bit now.

"Here! Turn around and clean up while I figure out how to get your cum out of me so I won't
be leaking for the rest of the day!" Sigma hissed at him, Nikolai obliging and turning around
with a chuckle.

"Well, maybe if we go on a rollercoaster, the centrifugal force will get it all out?" Nikolai
offered, shocking Sigma. Suddenly, the nice day they were having was negated.

He was going to kill him.

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