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BSD Men and their Favourite Positions

A/N: OMG my first ever post on here ~ What better way to start off this blog than a little bit of smut with our favourite men? Cooked some of this up with a friend, I hope you enjoy! I ofc couldn’t fit every BSD character in here, depending if its what people want, I may do a part 2 dedicated to the Hunting Dogs, Mushitarō etc and maybe even a part 3 for various BSD women! So let me know if that’s something I should do next!

Warnings:, graphic descriptions of sex, mentions of kinks, 18+, minors dni

Reader is gender neutral with any genitalia !!

Including: Dazai, Atshushi, Kunikida, Ranpo, Fukuzawa, Chūya, Akutagawa, Tachihara, Francis Fitzgerald, Edgar Allen Poe, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Lovecraft, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma, Ango

𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲

Dazai

I am not entirely sure what this position is called, but picture this: You are laying on your back, Dazai using his strong hands lifts you up by the waist, your legs are over his shoulders and he pulls you into him with a rough thrust. I feel like Dazai is stronger than he looks, so he uses his strength to his advantage, and he most certainly is rough with it. Expect him to man-handle you a lot, he has to have complete control over you - expect to ache the next day, along with some very pretty bruises where his fingers dug in. I’m sure this position has a name but my friend called it the ‘cervix/g spot destroyer 9000’ so we will go with that.

Atsushi

Our sweet Atsushi… oh yeah you are bent over doggy style, gnawing at your neck and shoulders as he pounds into you. He would probably cry a little, but only because he feels so good. Unlike Dazai, its not necessarily about control, but instincts for him. Being with you, he would absolutely go feral and his tiger senses just go crazy. He will have nothing on his mind except the thought of him pinning you down with his weight, cock buried deep inside and his mouth biting anywhere he can sink his teeth into.

Kunikida

I am absolutely biased and I will take liberty in saying that he would be quite partial to pinning you down into a mating press. It makes him feel in control, and of course that being in his ideals, will absolutely follow it to a tee. Its a position where you are able to get the best grunts out of him, as someone who isn’t super vocal (more huffing and panting), having him balls deep in you like this is sure to make him let out some involuntary moans. Also…it doesn’t matter what gender you are, he is getting you pregnant fr. Have you ever seen a man so fuck drunk? WELL YOU ARE ABOUT TO; he can only stay in control for so long until his senses overwrite everything. Not exactly his ideal, is it?

Ranpo

2 words…pillow princess. If you have a dick or a strap, he enjoys being pressed down into the bed, hips up and back arched whilst being hit from the back. He comes across as someone who would enjoy being with someone who could ‘outwit him’, and if that is you, he would willingly relinquish the control he feels that he has over people …to you. I personally believe he is a switch, but his favourite position? Any position where you fuck his brains out completely. Bonus points if you reach around and jerk him off at the same time, you will turn him into a moaning and whining mess.

Fukuzawa

As someone who comes across as traditional, I feel like missionary would be his most preferred position. Its comfortable, can be as slow or as fast as he (and you) feels - but what he likes the most is being able to see your face, the way it looks as you take him in and when you cum. If he isn’t looking at your eyes as he thrusts, he is most certainly resting his face in the nook of your neck, kissing your sensitive skin - you don’t complain, as someone who probably isn’t so vocal during sex, this is the best position to hear his low moans and praises on his lips as he comes undone. It’s also a very versatile position because he can be slow and romantic, full of love and praise, or after a stressful day, he can harshly rut into you with rough fingers digging into your hips.

𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚

Chūya

Never tell him that you’re a throat goat because he will go absolutely crazy. I mean CRAZY. He will have you laying on a table or a bed/couch if they are tall enough, your head hanging off the edge and your mouth open, taking him in completely. In this position he is able to fuck your throat mercilessly, noticing the bulge in your neck where his cock is buried; seeing it just inflates his ego and will jerk himself off using your throat for extra pressure/friction. If his hand isn’t around your neck, he will absolutely have one hand on your cock/cunt, playing with it for your own pleasure as he feels himself cumming down your throat.

Akutugawa

Also a missionary king, now it may seem ooc of him, but I feel like he would let his guard down with his significant other; like its a side only you get the privilege in seeing. Like he may have this tough exterior, but secretly he just wants to be held. So as much as he can be rough, he relishes in your warmth, your arms around him and pulling him into a hug; it makes him feel safe and secure. If your arms aren’t enveloping him, he will hold your hand, squeezing it as he enters you and when he cums. - Oh he definitely has a thing for holding your hand. Big meanie who is actually a softie!

Tachihara

The man relishes the thought and the feeling of having you sit on his face. You may feel like you are the one in control, but thats far from the truth. His grip is hard on your hips, pulling you further down onto his face, almost worryingly so; but don’t worry, the man knows what he’s doing. If he’s going to die by giving oral then that is a good way to die 🫡 Master tongue for real, like he prides himself. I BET he is the type of guy who gives his tongue a ‘work out’ just so he builds his durability for this very thing!! He won’t even think about cumming first without you cumming from his tongue; on second thought, he might even cum from eating you out alone, he just gets so in the moment…I better stop.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝

Francis Fitzgerald

Whew, okay this man wants you pinned against something, no matter the position; on his desk, against a wall, if its a hard surface, he wants you there. But in terms of favourite I would say against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist, strong hands gripping and supporting your ass as he plunges deep and hard into you. It would definitely be an ego thing for him, being able to support you and also wreck your shit at the same time. Please do praise him, as his already mentioned ego will inflate and I just know he would fuck you better with each compliment. Expect a very bruised back and aching legs after, he doesn’t intend on taking it easy with you.

Edgar Allen Poe

As hopeless romantic like myself, I feel like he would want to be as close to you as possible with also being able to see your face. As strange as it may sound, but Poe enjoys having you in the lotus position - this way, he is able to feel your entire body grind into him so lovingly. The both of you would sit on his bed, your legs crossed around each other and his cock buried warmly inside of you, here he feels safe and content (you just know he is whimpering into your ear). Its also a good position for you to take more control, I just know ya man is a sub at heart, so do please tell him that he’s a good boy and how much you love his voice, because it will only egg him on to be louder.

Nathaniel Hawthorne

As a man of god, you will probably (definitely) be married to him to get anywhere near him sexually. But when you are married, rest assured that he will want to ravish you. He comes across as someone who has a lot of repressed sexual feelings, therefore he’d want a position that can demonstrate his absolute DESIRE. Because I am feeling generous, I would say either the mating press or cow girl. The mating press for…obvious reasons… his big strong body holding you down with a distinct goal in mind? Oh yes. I would also say the cowgirl, mainly because he would enjoy seeing you come undone on his cock, pulling you down either by your hips or your arms, balls bouncing against your ass…that man has seen god and its you.

Lovecraft

This is a tricky one, I don’t think he would necessarily have a favourite position for his own pleasure, but he would probably take gratification in your pleasure. YOU KNOW he would put those tentacles to good use if you ask him. With this in mind, I picture you asking him to “fill your holes”, which he does, and makes sure to do it where he has full view of the show. If you want his cock specifically, he will have several tentacles wrap themselves around your torso, one forcing your head down, the others keeping your thighs apart and hips up for him to enter you from behind - so in short I suppose his favourite position with you would be doggy !

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝

Fyodor

Thigh fucking, 100%. Something that doesn’t actually involve penetrative sex because of the whole,,,religion thing. Unless you were married, there will be no sex; aside from the loop holes. You are on your back, wearing the fanciest of underwear as Fyodor lifts up and presses your legs together, poking his hard cock through your soft flesh and thrusts. He will curse you out, call you a little temptress or seducer…when he cums it’ll never be inside, not that he hasn’t thought about it, he has. Each time you would do it he would get closer and closer to giving in. “You tempt me…” he’d whisper, there are very few people who could get him to question his faith, his morals…but you…you really are a little charmer, aren’t you?

Nikolai

I had a hard time deciding with Nikolai, but I honestly believe that he would be super into 69-ing. He would probably enjoy the fact that its the ‘sex’ number and make numerous jokes about it outside the bedroom. But INSIDE the bedroom is another matter. He would most likely prefer to be on top, it means that he has more power over you (and that you can’t escape him, not that you’d want to). He would be kind of sadistic too, pressing his cock further and further into your mouth, enjoying hearing the little gags and chokes as he essentially keeps you prisoner under his weight; he would never endanger you but…there is always an element of danger with him.

Sigma

Spooning, its something so intimate and personal to him, both fucking you and hugging you. He gives me the vibe that he just wants to be close to you, he’s clingy and a little possessive, so holding you in this position is heaven to him. You are laying on your side, one leg hooked over his arm, lifting it up so that he has the perfect angle to plunge deep into you. He is so loving when he does this, to him you might as well be made of glass. Expect a thousand kisses along your back and shoulder blades, a few little bites but not too rough, but enough to mark you. Sigma is also a whimperer and whiner, very vocal with it too (possibly even a crier if over-stimulated)

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚(𝐬)

Ango

Another very subby kinda guy, though definitely a switch in my mind, but I can elaborate in another post tee hee. I want to say his favourite is having you suck his cock. LIKE ofc he enjoys sex, but his favourite thing is seeing you servicing him on your knees, between his legs and swallowing every inch. He’s veryyyy sensitive on his tip, so even delicately kissing it before sucking him in will put him immediately on edge. He may try to establish dominance at first, but rest assured that will not last long. He will find it hard to compose himself, especially if you take every bit of him in your throat. His glasses will fog up, his face red and his fingers fumbling with your hair; awh look at him, you got him all flustered. Another man who whimpers, maybe even cry, but boy he sounds angelic whilst doing so.

A/N: ahhhh okay done!! I hope you enjoyed, I know I did. I fear that there are a few headcanons I’ve made and will have to elaborate on in the future. Like I am so going to dive into the Fyodor thigh fucking headcanon….lord have mercy I’m bout to bust. Alroighhtttt, till next time 🌸

A Little Support

The boys just need a little love to ease the pain <3

Prisoner/Luca Balsa x reader | Prospector/Norton Campbell x reader

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Norton Campbell

Yesterday he had a fight with Naib. A real fight, not their usual argumentative banter. It had almost come to blows too, you heard, until Norton suddenly turned on his heels and locked himself in his room. He’d been there ever since.

You were close enough with Norton to know the two sides of his proverbial flipping-coin. The face he showed yesterday wouldn’t have stayed locked away for long; it was too restless, too confrontational. Which meant the venom of the altercation had flipped him back to the safer, melancholy face you were so familiar with.

So here you were, struggling to carry a bulky, portable record player, a selection of records, and a small handbasket of food to his door. Frankly, managing to balance it all while you knocked was a feat worthy of recognition, but Norton just looked bemused when his face peered out from a cracked opening.

“Can I come in?” you ask, when he looked you over and still didn’t say anything. “I brought some stuff.” You nod down to the record player in your arms. Norton’s expression sours, but he instinctively reaches to take the pile of heavy items from you. You manage to shove just the food basket into his hands and slip into his bedroom.

It’s messier than usual inside, but you expected as much. The few spare articles of clothes he owns are strewn about. Books, paper, and a lone candle are sprayed out from his desk as if he’d swiped it clear in a rage. The space was convenient for the record player, at least.

When you turn around to look him over, Norton has already swiped a bread roll from the basket and shoved most of it in his mouth. His hair is mussed and he’s still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, sans gloves, shoes, and suspenders. The bags under his eyes are worse.

“What’s all this for?” he asks, setting the basket down and rifling through the rest of its contents.

“For us!” You announce.

“Us, huh?” He repeats, in his thinking-voice.

“Yes. I’m going to teach you some dance moves.”

“I already know how to dance,” he says matter-of-factly. You can’t suppress the goofy smile that comes with visions of his rare-but-passionate flailing.

“By yourself,” you corrected. “I’ve never seen you dance with a partner.” Something like embarrassment or shame pushes his eyes away from yours for a flicker. You know he’s never really done anything with a partner, romantic or otherwise. No dinner, no dances, very few hurried trysts. He’d always lacked both the time and the funds, and had few people he ever liked well enough to lock hands with.

Evidently he has the same line of thought, and it makes him a bit gruff as he says, “why would I want to?”

“Because I want to,” you say. “With you, anyway.” He scoffs, but an oh-so faint blush dusts his unscarred cheek. He’s putting on a brave face for this conversation, but you see the turmoil of yesterday’s events lingering just beneath his waning patience. He’s tired, raw, disappointed in himself. And probably thinks you should be too. His attention keeps drifting further away, so carefully, very carefully, you step forward and touch one of his calloused hands. “Just for a little bit? I promise it’s easy.”

Norton meets your eyes again…and lets out a sigh that seems he’s been holding for years. His other hand comes up to your waist, holding you carefully.

“Alright, yeah. Just for a little bit.”

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Luca Balsa

At three in the morning, Luca had just managed to stumble his way through the manor and crawl his way into your bed.

His pained groans had woken you up from halfway down the hall, so you managed to open the door before he slammed right into it. He then hit your pillow like a rock, holding his head and sobbing that it was splitting open. Five hours of sleepless agony passed like a slug, filled with a long game of medical roulette where nothing ever helped twice. After the fifth hour, Luca finally passed out.

When he awoke again in the evening, his discomfort was gone. But, and perhaps more importantly, he looked lost.

“How are you feeling, Luca?” You ask. He jumps a bit at hearing his own name and stops scanning your bedroom in favor of curiously meeting your eyes.

“Oh! …Well, I think? Though, ah, I’m afraid I don’t quite know where I am,” he explains. Luckily, you’re practiced in hiding the hurt those words always induce. This is not your first experience with either his migraines or his amnesia, and it would surely not be your last.

“That’s alright,” you say. From the drawer in your desk, you produce a little notebook and pass it to him. Ever curious, he wastes no time in cracking it open. “You’re in my room. You had a really bad episode last night and came here instead of the infirmary. You had an accident several years ago that affected your memory. I’ve written about a lot of it in that notebook for you. Or, you keep some of your own that I can take you to. If you prefer.” He had never preferred that, though, always the trusting sort.

He spends several silent minutes flipping through the pages of the notebook, not bothering to hide his shifting expressions of shock, frustration, and intrigue. There’s a great deal of information in those pages, including the accident—or what you’ve heard of it anyway, the manor, his work, experiments you witness, and all the little ideas you hear him muttering to himself that he might forget otherwise.

“You keep this for me?” He finally asks, astonishment in his tone. “These seem impressively thorough.”

“I do, to make things a little easier for you,” you explain.

A grin splits his face and he turns to the notebook again. There’s no possible way he’s managing to take it all in with the speed he flies through it, but then he stops with purpose, marking a line with his finger and holding it with uncharacteristic force. The familiar determination in his eye is his attempt to bring a memory back through sheer willpower. And this time, it seems to work.

“Y…y—” he stutters. “Y/N! That’s it, you’re Y/N.” His shoulders relax as some great weight slides off them. Before you can react, he leaps to his feet and plants a kiss on your cheek that comes with a spark of static that feels like magic. “I love you too!”

“O-oh,” you squeak, still inches from his face and shocked at the speed he’s recovered. “Do you?”

“I do! Look, I wrote it here myself.” He points down to the page in the notebook. There, in your handwriting, is a reminder for him: ‘I love you, and will do anything to see your safe and happy.’ And in the small margins next to it, in his own quick scrawl, is ‘I love you too, never forget!’ You can’t begin to guess when he had added that note, but the glitter of mischief in his eye seems to indicate he knows with great fondness. “And it’s obvious to see why I would. It’s a remarkable gesture for you to keep this for me.”

Luca stands then, stretches, and tucks the notebook under his arm before offering you his gentlemanly hand, “Now! Let’s get some food, yeah? I’m starved. Oh! And let’s grab those other notebooks on the way, I have some catching up to do.”

“Alright,” you say. You feel lighter than you have in a while, reminiscing on how easily he accepts you back into his heart. With luck, he’ll remember everything else in a day or two. If he doesn’t, though, you’re at least not back to square one. “But in case you don’t remember, you don’t like sugar in your tea.”

Luca laughs boisterously, lays another electrifying kiss on your knuckles, and follows your lead out of the room.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

CW & TW: Manipulation , nonconsensual consumption of substances, stalking, obsession, mentions of suicide and death

WC: 0.6k Words, 3.5k Characters

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊

He smiled at you with his lopsided smile, the very same one that charmed you to loving him— the deep dimples on either side of his cheeks that only got deeper whenever he laughed or smiled a little too hard. The same deep brown with a tinge of auburn hair, messily tied back with a barely kept together hairband you gave him eons ago- that tickled your face whenever you hugged or slept together in the same bed to enjoy each others company. The same rough but delicate and diligent hands that held you whenever you cried out of somber, or even just pure delight- that congratulated you or emphasized with you no matter what. The same skinny, a little frail, pale skinned boy you fell in love with oh so long ago- that never failed to hurt you intentionally; keep you safe like a experiment that could never be recreated.

He took care of you all this time, remembering every detail about you to make you feel loved and special- writing down every detail in a journal he claimed helped him remember due to his incident from his past... That you didn't hear much about, but assumed that he'd open up to you after a couple years.. Yet he didn't. It made you suspicious, but was taken care of when he explained the slight trauma of arguments and used that to his advantage. He made breakfast every morning for you, slipping in chemicals to see how they would alter your mind chemistry- being the perfect lab rat. You always told him whenever you got a headache, blurry spots in your eyes, or other things of that nature- even when his small dosages of homemade aphrodisiac caused a small.. problem for you.

He took every little thing in account for you, listing down every meal you ate and drank- stalking you with a pair of binoculars and watching from afar. If you were at a cafe, after you left- he'd ask and describe what you ate to see the ingredients to make sure they didn't interfere with his work. He marked down everything, intending on keeping you around forever as his lab rat until he himself died...

He took everything in account except his own self feelings. He didn't really know why he wanted you to be his own little human test subject... Just that everything about you was so perfectly... constant. You never changed your hair, didn't try anything too new- and when you did; you always asked him for his advice first. He loved the way he counted your every heartbeat when you laid on him, letting him card his fingers through the ends of your hair- even if they got a bit tangled; careful to not tug on any knots. Seeing the smile on your face at the favorite of your foods he cooked every day, the same thing every week unless you asked him to- grinning ear to ear and happily eating his homecooked food with other components.

So the day you died, he didn't understand. He did everything correctly, looked over every bit of his journal and schedule- nothing could've called for the sudden stop of your heart. The nurses and doctors said they did everything to help, but he didn't believe it. He kept you healthy as if you were his pet, the house littered half with his "research" about you- some crumpled from his mourning grip on them late at night. You were the reason he stopped. He couldn't take the loss in his own field, to his best work.. You. He couldn't stand seeing the hallucinations of you coming down the stairs in his white blouse that he wore to his graduation, before disappearing when we placed a plate in front of you. He lived like this for so long, before he couldn't take it anymore.

Thank you guys for being so patient again. I decided to post this now considering I will have to be moving and I'll be getting off of school next week!

Happy Valentine's Day - Idv x Reader Headcanons

Genre: Fluff/Platonic (Be aware of the friendzone)

Source Image: Identity V owns that picture, it is used at the event.

Summary: You are the store assistant from the owner Emma Woods, tending to the store especially in the middle of the night. But one night you were not expecting something from your client...

Note: I added Emma to this headcanon since she is the owner of the shop. So you can consider that she is an additional route.

Jack the Ripper

Although you know how sinister he is, that won't stop him from greeting you "Happy Valentine's Day."

He gave you the product he purchased but you were not expecting that he also gave you a rose he bought for himself the other day.

He did had a polite chat with you and know that you are the reason why he was in a good mood. As a reward he offered you to go on a hang out with him to a cafe that serves delicious chocolate there.

Norton Campbell

Sure he is sassy, sure he is greedy and a bit of an angsty. You might find yourself catching you off guard when he ask you to go on a date with him for food.

Of course, he will be asking you to pay him money since he liked to be a rich person.

However there are times where he does want to get closer to you. You may not see it but he was making sure that you are safe and not harmed, just be aware that you might want to pay him in return...

Emil

Unfortunately, he has a lover and he doesn't want to cheat on his lover Ada once you found out about his relationship. However Emil gave you a friendly card so the thought counts.

There might be a day that you would talk to Ada and Emil but something tells you to give them their space.

Tip of the day: Don't steal their lover.

Annie Lester

A shy timid girl she is, but was honestly flattered when you wanted to have a nice time with her over a cup of hot chocolate.

You would often find her staring at you from the distance and yet she just wanted to show you her wares about what she wanted to show. Yet again you two did talk about that with interesting ideas.

At the end of the night she had a good time and gave you a nice hug before exiting the store. She was once shy but she was actually happy to have fun with you.

Victor Grantz

He is shy but his buddy Wick was there to keep you company. It was a nice hang out with him that you might catch him blushing when he is having too much fun.

Plus Victor gave you a letter that indicates his appreciation towards you, it was a very sweet letter that you gave him your gift for free.

Be prepared for a long letter chat from him from time to time.

Aesop Carl

He arrived to your store just to have a conversation with you over a cup of hot tea about deep dark conversations. Knowing him, he knows that you talk too much but it really caught his attention to hear a different opinion.

The hang-out was actually enjoyable for the both of you while watching the snow falling slowly.

But once it was time for him to go home, he gave you his rose from his breast pocket telling you that he was fond of talking about deep conversations with you before leaving.

Emma Woods

Your owner aka boss decided to hang out with you just for a simple hang out. Talking about businesses but also about what type of flowers that she wanted to bring to the store.

She was enjoying herself talking about various new types of flowers that she started talking about having a greenhouse at the side of the store for sight seeing or a mini garden.

Seeing her that happy makes you want to work hard for her, and yet Emma actually appreciates you for the chat and hot chocolates for the night.

WHERE WINTER CROWS GO MENTIONED?!!?!?;?!?!?!? YIPEPPEYPIPYIEPPYIEP

White hair is gender-neutral. It represents me. ❤️

Pov: He's choking you to death ^w^

Here's some yandere Nikolai art

Masterlist!

Emily Dyer  Emma Woods Naib Subedar Martha Behamfil Tracy Reznik Fiona Gilman Vera Nair Kevin Ayuso Margaretha (Margie) Zelle - X Reader Headcanons (GN) Eli Clark Aesop Carl Norton Campbell Patricia Dorval Mike Morton Jose Baden Demi Bourbon Victor Grantz  Andrew Kreiss -Shy Reader (GN)(Platonic) Luca Balsa Melly Plinius Edgar Valden  Ganji Gupta  Anne Lester Emil Ada Mesmer Orpheus Joker (Weepy) -Shy Reader (GN)(Platonic) Luchino Diruse Qi Shiyi Frederick Kreiburg Alice DeRoss Lilly Barriere Matthias Czernin -Shy Reader (GN)(Platonic) Florian Brand Violetta  Michiko Wu Chang Joseph Desaulniers Mary Antonio Galatea Claude Grace Alva Lorenz Ithaqua Sangria Fools Gold Lady Truth Mr. Inference Siegfried Melodis (Noir) White Gatto Desire Melodis (D.M) Necromancer Lady Bella Kroto Ronald Of Nice Paranormal Detective Lockheart Sway Tuberose Datura Rosemary Phantom Sail

"jealous, jealous, jealous boyy.." ft. diluc

bro was discombobulated