#Akutagawa ryunosuke x reader

[baizhoobies]

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 🌸

[angelsrcute]

Imagine Akutagawa with a Bunny!Reader, quite a horn one too. Getting so impatient when he leaves for missions that last too long, such a bad guy. Not giving you enough attention nor praise. So of course, the second he enters your shared room, you jump on him.

His ability keeping your hands bound on top of your head, hands gripping your waist as he roughly fucks you. Face buried into the pillow as whines can be heard, he pays no attention to them.

His hand landing a sharp smack on your ass, leaning in to whisper in your ears, “Why are you so loud? Weren't you the one begging me to go faster? What a dumb bunny.”

[sonder-paradise]

Hello, my dear friend. I was thinking… what if Chuuya, Akutagawa, Dazai, Atsushi are having a nightmare and their s/o comforts them?… btw, I really like your posts🖤 thank you for doing them, I really like them a lot💙💛

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 — 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬

◊ characters. chuuya nakahara, osamu dazai, ryunosuke akutagawa, atsushi nakajima, gn!reader

◊ genre. slight angst, comfort

◊ note. thank you for the req i had fun :)

— 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

for a man that does not dream, the closest he gets is the vague feeling that he is not safe. when he awakes, his palms stick to the sheets. his chest pounds and he swears he doesn't know what's going on.

he remembers nothing but a vague memory that something is wrong. he blinks, breathing slowly. once, twice, and then finally turning his head to look down at your sleeping form.

you are safe. he is safe. but as you shift in your sleep, mumbling something softly to yourself before finally looking up at him with hazy eyes, he feels a horrid, painful ache in his chest.

"chuuya? what are you doing up?" you whisper. your voice soothes something inside him and he swallows thickly.

"nothing. just thinking," he says quickly.

your lips tug down for a moment before letting out a sigh. your hand wraps around his waist, pulling him back down to the bed to lay down. he lays in your embrace quietly, soaking in your whispered words and soothing touch.

"you know you can tell me if something's the matter."

"i know."

unspoken words drift into the silence and chuuya releases his grip on the sheets to hold you a little tigher.

— 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢

dazai says nothing. pulling himself out of bed and towards the kitchen. he's not sure what to do. his mind races and for a second he's scared. everything feels so unfamiliar, so unnatural.

'it was just a dream.'

that's what he tells himself as he paces the kitchen debating on heading down to the Lupin. then you appear in the doorway. he stills himself, eyes wide as his lips fall open in an attempt to explain himself.

but then, he doesn't have to.

"osamu... if you had a nightmare, it's okay to talk to me."

he pauses once more. for a brief second, he looks close to tearing up. but dazai knows better. it would be silly to find relief in you just because of some silly dream.

but when you stand a little straighter and open your arms like that... he can't help but find his way back into your embrace. you stroke his hair as he sinks into your touch.

"wanna talk about it?" you whisper, slowly but surely leading him back towards the bed.

"no," he murmurs, letting himself succumb to the way you just... take care of him. no extra narrative involved except your love.

— 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

panic. that's the first thing atsushi feels upon waking back up. he's alert and scanning the room for potential areas of danger. but as he soaks in the atmosphere, he spots his familiar room, the scent of you and him intermingled comfortingly and most important, you.

he stills himself, trying to pull it together slowly. questions race through his mind. is it okay to wake you for this? would you be mad if he got closer? his anxiety warps his already panicked state of mind.

then you roll over, rubbing your eyes before realizing the sort of state your lover's currently in.

"atsushi..." you murmur, carefully holding your arms open. "what's wrong?"

he immediately latches on with no intention of letting go anytime soon. silence replaces his answer but eventually he mumbles the details of his dream to you.

you’re quiet, taking in the way be trembles under your touch and stiffens when he thinks you’re about to pull away.

“i’m here. i’m not going anywhere,” you whisper and he nods and accepts those words.

the silence becomes a little less terrifying.

— 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚

he wouldn’t admit he’s been startled awake by something haunting his mind. akutagawa turns away from you, unable to look at your peaceful form.

he traces back his memory; where he is, who he is, and his safety. he’s not wearing his coat…

akutagawa grabs the dark coat that sits patiently on a chair nearby. he wraps it around himself and questions if sleep is still a viable option for him.

then your voice hurries from the bed and he returns to your side.

“ryuu, are you going somewhere?” you ponder aloud, noticing the way he grips his coat a little tighter.

“no,” he grumbles.

you stare at him quizzically. he looks so frail and tired standing there so awkwardly. you soften your tone as you reach out to cup his cheek.

“you can keep the coat on. just lay down with me, is that okay?”

he thinks for a moment, then nods and sits back down. the coat is still wrapped around his frail shoulders. you pull your arms around him too.

akutagawa isn’t sure whether or not to love this affection or shun away from it. but it feels so warm, so unfamiliar yet right that he accepts it.

it’s a better alternative than the nightmarish comforts that await him when he shuts his eyes.

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[causenessus]

Love Languages. | Bungou Stray Dogs

inc: dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, tecchou, jouno

written in 2nd pov (female reader implied)

song recc: do you love by trish toledo & baby bash

word count: 2324 words

pretty sure everything is written in lowercase except for names if they didn't look ugly capitalized bc aesthetics !!! had tons of fun writing this I apologize, this is barely proofread and for literally every character I got too caught up in specific examples and scenarios and just kept building off of it but I think they're kind of sweet so I hope u enjoy <3

dazai osamu - acts of service

“she peels an orange for us in the morning / she woke me up to give me half” golden girl - frank ocean

he’s terrible at taking care of himself, so someone who takes the time to care for him just makes every wall crumble

he’s probably horrible at remembering to eat as well, so if you make something for him he’ll treasure it forever

bonus points if your job requires you to wake up earlier than him (which isn’t hard, he def comes in a little later than his coworkers) and you leave something for him to eat when he wakes up or to take with him to work (or both <3)

he’ll start to look forward to waking up in the mornings in hope that you’ve made him something

never asks you if you’ll make something in specific or if you’ll even make him something at all. he adores anything you make and doesn’t want to make you feel obliged to do something if you happen to be tired and don’t want to cook tomorrow

voices all his appreciation for you when you both have laid down to go to sleep

“bella, I can’t tell you how much it means to me, all that you do. you really don’t have to make me anything if it’s a hassle in the morning or when you get home. you already work so hard.”

you turned onto your other side to face him, pushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear as you smiled, “I do it because I want to, ‘Samu. and because I love you. if I can’t spend the day with you because we’re both at work, at least I can take care of you.”

his chest buzzed with so much happiness his eyes stung for a moment. he held himself back from saying that he didn’t deserve you. saying something like that wouldn’t solve anything. instead, he’d make himself worthy of you by helping out as well

he probably can’t cook very well but he finds other ways to help, washing the dishes, doing the laundry, getting groceries, and cleaning the place so that there’s less on your plate

ask him to do anything and he’ll get it done for you as soon as possible <3

I think that for him, receiving such sweet love without any words is foreign to him but is just what he needs. he’d rather show how much he loves you than say it (although he loves to tell you it as well). getting out of bed could be so difficult for him some days, yet having a goal for himself has motivated him to become a better person. he wakes up, excited for what you may have made him and ready to do whatever he can for you

nakahara chuuya - gift giving

“they asked, ‘do you love her to death?’ I said, ‘speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.’” - mahmoud darwish

it’s easier for him to express how much you mean to him by giving you everything you want and everything he thinks you would like

he still tells you that he loves you every chance he gets, but oftentimes it is accompanied by a gift, no matter how small it may be, from just a single rose to a whole garden

for him, it gives a new purpose in his work; he’s working in order to get you whatever your pretty heart desires

he’s proud to use his hard-earned money to buy you things (rather than spending it all on wine <3 ily chuuya)

the easiest thing he can always get you is a favorite snack or drink and he’s got a whole system for it

he knows every store it’s available at and many of the clerks are familiar with him from the sheer amount of times he’s visited them to buy something for you. it never grows old for him, his favorite thing to do is buy you something on his way home from work or during the day when he’s planning to surprise you with a visit

he keeps a mental list of what your favorite things are. you’ll tell him about something you like without thinking anything of it but he’s already planned out when and how to give the item to you. it’s always on his mind what he’ll buy you each day, and it’s always worth it seeing you enjoy whatever he’s bought you

sometimes it’s as simple as a coffee and he’ll drop by your work to give it to you in person

“hanging in there, Angel? need a little pick-me-up?” he has the biggest smile on his face every time he sees you, and bringing a gift for you with him only adds to his excitement

“you spoil me, Chuuya,” you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning further into him as he holds you in his arms.

“what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” he responds, rubbing your back as you sigh.

receiving gifts from you is just as sweet. no one has ever given him as many gifts as he’s given others–which is fine with him–it’s not about what he’ll get in return and he knows that not everyone expresses their love the way he does

but he’s touched whenever you get him something. since giving gifts is so meaningful to him, it means even more that someone would go through the trouble to give something back to him

he’ll keep whatever you get him close to him at all times and smile every time he sees it or remembers it

once, you bought him a new chain for his hat and he hasn’t changed it since. it only made the hat more special to him now that it reflects two people that had changed his life

akutagawa ryunosuke - words of affirmation

“my love, you are worth it all.”

we all know how the boy responded to dazai’s praise or even simply just the words “dazai wants to talk to you”

to hear a person who has persisted through his stubborn, aggressive defense say they still love him causes him to start to soften for you

he’s been surrounded by harsh words and people who have exploited him and brushed him to the side whenever he wasn’t needed all his life, so it stirs his heart to hear someone notice things about him and who tells him that they want to stay with him

it’s something reserved for solitary moments just between the two of you for sure, but that makes the time all the more special because he can let down his guard and just be with you

his past has made it hard for him to believe he is worthy of anything other than the murderous skills he’s harnessed in order to get him to where he is in the Mafia, but you’ve shown him that there’s more to him than just how well he can use Rashomon

he never bothers to try and listen to what other people are saying but he always gives his full attention to anything you have to say

he doesn’t even like to hear compliments from anyone else, he doesn’t trust them at all but he trusts and believes anything you tell him, knowing you have the purest intentions of loving and supporting him

after a job, all he wants to do is go home. by the end of the day, he’s sick of everyone around him so on the rare occasion that you decide to visit him, he won’t even notice until you call out to him

he had just finished a job, it was successful, but it had gotten messy. Mori had already told him off and he didn’t want to hear anything from anyone else. he stormed past every piece of vermin that had decided to get in his way, their whispers just barely reaching his ears

“Ryu!” you called out from amongst them, waiting by a door.

“What?” he hadn’t meant to snap, especially when he realized it was you talking to him and his face immediately relaxed when he saw you.

“oh, [y/n].” he immediately started to make his way towards you, the pounding in his head slowly starting to disappear the closer

“I came to pick you up, I’m glad I had good timing,” you smiled, offering your hand.

he took it gently, giving it a soft squeeze, “I’m sorry I responded so rudely, I didn’t–”

“you’re okay, Ryu,” you placed your other hand on top of it, looking him straight in the eyes, keeping a loving smile on your face, “you don’t ever have to be sorry. you’re doing just fine. even better, actually. I’m so proud of all your work and I’m sure you’re tired after everything today. it looked busy.”

the words erased every memory of Mori’s scolding that his head had latched on to in order to beat himself down later on. he felt his cheeks warm a little as he looked away, “you’re too kind to me, [y/n].”

tries his best to also put into words his appreciation but it’s so hard for him to verbally say it; sometimes it comes out wrong

instead, he’s opted for notes most of the time, leaving them on your bedside or in your bag, telling you how thankful he is for you and that he loves you

suehiro tecchou - quality time

“on the train we swapped seats, you wanted the window and I wanted to look at you.” - mahmoud darwish

my boy is always so busy

as soon as he’s off work he just wants to be wherever you’re at

he’d doesn’t mind silence and doesn’t care where he is as long as he’s with you

sometimes gets off work and if you’re not home yet just sneaks into your workplace to be around you

adores following you around and doesn’t always know exactly what you’re doing but he’s just happy to tag along

grocery store dates are some of his favorite moments with you

he loves everything about convenience stores

he loves food and the endless aisles of colorful packages and choices

(it gives him ideas for new food combinations <3)

once bought a himalayan salt shaker simply because

“look [y/n]! they make pink salt :0”

later put said pink salt on top of strawberry ice cream bc they were both pink

he also loves getting to look around the store all the while following you. he admires your organized grocery lists and how you’ve already planned out what you’re going to buy

once you tried to send him out to grab something in an area you’d already passed so that you could continue going down the list

“can you go grab some carrots for me, love? sorry, I forgot to pick them up when we were in the produce section.”

“of course 🙂” his heart is shattering inside of him at the thought of being separated from you.

“do you want to stay with me and we’ll go back later?” you ask, looking up at him with a knowing smile.

“yes pls”

groceries stores are not the only place you guys go tho i promise

if you’re still in school, he’ll accompany you on study dates 

never bothers you under any circumstances and if he is and you tell him he’ll stop right away

he could spend all day looking at your pretty face even if you never once looked at him <3

jouno saigiku - physical touch

“you kiss the back of my legs and I want to cry / the sun has come this close, only the sun” “GPS” - Shauan Barbosa

although he can’t see you, he knows your body by heart <3

he’s spent so much time tracing it over and over with his hands

i think his favorite thing to do, especially after a long day at work is flop onto you and just listen to your heartbeat. probably also intertwines one of his hands with yours, often runs other across your skin

loves when you touch him just as much

if he’s lying on top of you and you decide to run a hand through his hair, all of his problems have just melted away

you both have definitely fallen asleep like that countless times no matter what time of day it is

he’s always finding ways to be in close contact with you, making sure that you’re safe and near him

again, he loves loves loves to hold your hand, he’ll reach for it any chance he gets

will also settle for an arm around your shoulder though as long as you’re close to him

definitely the type to also rest his head on top of yours or on your shoulder every chance he gets

if he needs to fidget he won’t even play with his own fingers he’ll just play with yours

i think that with the loss of one sense, the other senses hold so much meaning for him

it’s easier and more meaningful for him to show his love and how much he trusts you through touch rather than just saying it out loud

comes up from behind you to hug you a lot, especially in the kitchen or when you’ve just come home he’s there immediately, hugging you to recharge

“how was your day, my love?”

you always relax in his arms, turning your head slightly to kiss his face which he’s let rest on your shoulder, “it was missing you.”

he placed a chaste kiss on your lips, “i’ll make it all up to you now, darling.”

there was one time that he let you do his hair

he’s never told you how much he enjoyed it; he didn’t even know what you had done to it, but being near your warmth is all he needs and can ask for <3

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✎ᝰ ❛ PORT MAFIA'S GUIDE TO BE A HOUSEHUSBAND! ❜ — dazai osamu. chuuya nakahara. akutagawa ryunosuke.

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ content. A simple guide on being a good househusband created by the port mafia members or should I say ex-port mafia member.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ warnings. gender neutral reader. you/your and they/them pronouns is used. (name) will be used. tooth rottening fluff. there maybe some grammar mistakes. suggestive in dazai's parts. ( 3.5k words. )

note. I had fun writing this I hope you all will like it!

— THE SPOILING TYPE. 太宰 治 | dazai osamu.

[ “welcome home my darling~ lookie look, I didn't burn down the kitchen! our neighbor lent us her recipe for the castella cake you like, hehe aren't you proud of me? don't I deserve a reward, like a kiss! c’mon just a little for being a great husband for you~” ] 

You two met when you saw him terribly injured due to one of his missions. You first tried to stop his wounds from bleeding but the brunette haired man stopped you glaring and interrogating on what you were doing to him. You, being an honest citizen, said you wanted to help him. Reluctantly he let you help him, still suspicious of you. 

Though his suspicion stopped once you stopped his bleeding and helped him tend to his injuries. He's grateful for that and because of this he formed a friendship with you even though it was small. Due to this small interactions and many more in the past years you two have become a loving husband and lover. He still remembers the day you two met. 

He remembers it was a dark night yet in his words, an angel came and saved him. Exaggerating the events that has followed making you chuckle awkwardly everytime a stranger asked as they are met with this lovesick buffoons rambling about how amazing their lover is. 

After a few months of being married you worry about his job in the port mafia thus leading him to quit his job and become a full time husband for your sake. Living in a small apartment, being with you almost 24/7 and a shining ring in his ring finger that indicates you two will be together till death do you two apart made him the happiest man there is. 

Although he's good at loving you unconditionally, spoiling you with his kisses, and making you laugh through your everyday life, he's quite a terrible cook. You still remember the time he almost burned down the kitchen for trying to cook a curry. Also the time he accidentally burned himself. 

“Ouch ouch ouch!” the curly haired male said, touching his small burnt hand. You looked at him in worry as his eyes formed small tears in the corner, “oh, osamu I told you it was hot,” you scolded him as he pouted at this. “I'm sorry,” he sulked, making you chuckle, “cmon put your hand on the water,” he does as you were told.

“ne ne since I injured myself don't I get a kiss to make it feel better~”

“don't tell me you purposely did that just to get a kiss,”

“I could never do that~” 

He put a innocent front making giggle at his silliness, “still a no,” 

“Oh cmoooon~” 

What a whiny husband you have. 

Although sometimes he purposely injures himself just for you to kiss him better. In other chores he's quite good at, sweeping, wiping the windows, killing a cockroach, and many more. He especially loves it when its shopping day or your day offs because he get to have more time with his darling lover. 

Whenever you two are shopping together he already has a coupon for everything you buy. Solely because while you are out at your job he's out in the store looking for coupons or he's talking to your neighbors.

Your neighbors quite love your husband as they tell you how lucky you are for having a loving and handsome husband and a gentleman to boot too. He always talks to them like a gossipy housewife knowing all the tea in the neighborhood because of that.

Due to having good relationships with the neighbors. Everytime he asks for help on something such as cooking, or chores. A Lot of people are glad to help him or aid him with his problem. He also likes to talk to you about any recent gossip in the neighborhood. He always gets the bath ready whenever its almost time to get home. 

He will be pouty and sulky if you don't get home in time like you usually do. Running ahead to you once he hears the key clanking and hugging you tightly. You chuckle at this, apologizing to him for working a little bit late. 

“Sorry, I had to work a little bit late,” you awkwardly hugged him back as he hugged you tightly. “Sorry isn't enough you know, I missed you,” osamu nuzzled onto him inhaling your scent as you pat his head.

“I'm sorry,” you patted his head as he smiled, “you have to pay for it in bed tonight so get ready~” 

“w- wait osamu I still have work tomorrow,” 

“Sounds like a you problem~” he smiled cheekily at you as he peppered your face with kisses. You felt your whole face hot as you sigh at this, “fine,” he giggled cheekily. 

He loves spoiling you with food or anything particularly. Because of him being an ex-mafia he has enough money to cost him for life. He could've easily bought a mansion for you but he quite likes the small apartment you two live in. 

Whenever he's out shopping on his own he loves to buy the pretty clothes, or accessories his lover would like. He would secretly put all the gifts in your closet or anywhere you would first see it. He then would go on a rant about how you would look pretty on it once you ask what it is for. 

He loves making you bento's although some of his cooking sometimes looked half burnt or not even cooked well yet. Yet you still eat because it's from your husband. 

He will worship the ground you walk on and will do as you ask. He's like a lovesick puppy following you. His love for you will never falter so just come home and be in his arms where he will give you all his love, make you laugh, and feed you warm food even though it's half bad he hopes you'll like it. Afterall to be a househusband is to be able to make your lover smile and not make them cry a single tear. That is dazai osamu's motto.

His very own way of being a good househusband. 

“Welcome home darling~ would you like dinner? bath? or me~” He greeted you with a smile as you chuckle at this, the brunette male giggling as he saw you, “I made dinner and also baked castella its kinda half burnt though, you dont mind right,” 

“if it's from my husband I don't mind,” you said kissing his cheek, the ex mafia smiled at this. “Good! cmon cmon lets eat, I bet your starving my dear,”

— THE WORRYWART TYPE. 中原中也 | nakahara chuya.

[ “Why did you come home 10 minutes late? Nevermind that, are you hurt? Does your shoulder hurt, your back? want a message, or do you wanna go bath first? or do you wanna eat dinner first? I bought pudding for dessert, worried? of course I'm worried jeez, just go get a bath you stink,” ] 

The classic worrywart type, he worries about every move he does and every move you make, making you sigh in defeat at your husband. The two of you met as cliché as any shoujo manga, under a rainy day and seeing him passed out and injured. Being a good citizen you brought him to your home and tended him. Once he woke up he seemed to have a fever prolonging his stay at your house. Delirious due to his fever he seeked the warmth of your hands. The gentle fleeting touches you give him those days of his illness. 

The day he became not so delirious he became flustered at his past actions saying in a forceful tone to forget about those events. Without knowing it, you two became friends, then lovers, to a happily married couple. Figuring his job is filled with too much violence that may lead you to getting used by his enemies. He simply quit and became a full time househusband in your dainty little home. 

He gives you everything he thinks is best, that's the reason why you two have diamond rings, his love for you is like a diamond, never breaking and always shining. Whenever he feels lonely he kisses the ring placed on his ring sighing as he stops himself from calling you afraid that he'll bother you mid work.

He's quite the best cook too. He makes those perfect bento, neatly done and cooked right by yours truly. He also made those cute character bento like my melody and many more. Once he hears from you that you loved it he heart will swell from pride as he gives you a cocky smirk and the saying, “of course it is good, I'm your husband that means nothing but the best should be given to you.” 

He's quite strict at making your bento, the kind of husband who will make a good diet of your bento. He also memorized all your favorite desserts, food, vegetables, fruit, and what scent you like many more too. He wants the best of the best for you so he'll go all out for it. 

Even if he hides it, he does miss you every time you have to leave for work. Putting on a strong front which you can easily see as he hurries you to leave for work already.

“Did you bring your umbrella? the news said it'll rain you know,” the ginger haired male said as he stood near the door as you put on your shoes, “Yes I did,” he nodded at this.

“What about your bento? Do you have it?” you chuckle at his questions, “Yes I do,” he furrowed his brows seeing your tie crooked, “your tie is crooked wait a minute,” he goes closer to you fixing it loosening it a bit. 

“There, jeez your hair is still messy too,” he sighs at this taking a comb thats hidden in his pocket combing your hair, “there, now go before you get late,” you giggle at him as you began to step near the door as he then took your wrist. Stopping you as he forced you to look back at him kissing you in the lips softly. This caught you by surprise as he took off his lips to your own.

“Have a safe trip,” he says, a small blush coating his cheeks making you smile at him, “Thank you darling.” 

Although he's quite a worrywart and always on you about everything. He has his soft sides too. How he shamelessly shows you off around the neighborhood by his words. At first he was quite cold to them, not speaking a single word only giving them a few answers if they asked him to. 

Although when they started asking questions for his lover he became a little bit ecstatic talking to them showing off how amazing their lover is. Slowly everyone in the neighborhood grew to like him because of this. The auntie's around your simple house were always glad to help you two out on anything. Although you were more on the chattier side your husband was more on the silent side speaking when spoken to. 

He prefers making things for you to show his appreciation. While he does like spoiling you with his riches. He loves it when he,  the things that make you happy. Thus the reason why he took crocheting as a hobby. 

Like dazai, he loves it when it's the weekend because it means your day off and that means he gets to spend more time with you. Which always consists of you two baking, you learning how to crochet to get closer to your husband. You are making him learn more about your hobbies. 

He loves physical affection although quite a tsundere when he's the one asking for it thus him leading to be more on the acts of service type of guy. 

“No that's not how you do it,” you stopped your movements as chuuya pointed out the wrong way you crochet. He goes closer to you as he smiles showing you how it goes, “its like this,” you nodded your head.

“I see, thank you chuuya,” he smiles blushing a little, “welcome and..uhh..d- dont I deserve a reward for that?” at his bold words your eyes widen smiling as you gave him a kiss in the cheek making him huff in pride. 

He's very good at giving you messages, that's why he likes doing them. He loves it when there is a 50% off sale while he is rich from his former job. Nothing beats the feeling of having a 50% off. 

He's a soft man at heart he just builds cold walls that may take time to burn down. Thus the reason why he worries for you a lot. Being a househusband means ensuring your health and keeping you comfortable in this simple life of husband and lover of yours. That is Nakahara Chuuya's motto on being your house husband.

“I'm hooomeee,” you announced feeling drowsy and tired as chuuya walked towards the door looking at you worried, “welcome home, is everything okay? Do you want a massage? Does anything hurt?” 

You smile at him seeing his usual worrywart and dotting self to you, “yeah, I'm fine just tired from work, my shoulder hurts a little bit though,” he smiles, “cmon lets go dinners ready and your bath is ready too, I'll massage you once your done with your bath.”

“your the best,”

“hmp, I know that,” he huffs as you chuckle, “I love you,” 

“I love you too.”

— THE PROTECTIVE TYPE. 芥川 龍之介 | akutagwa ryunosuke.

[ “Did you take overtime again? How many times have I told you to not do that? Do I have to come to work and punch those scumbags to not make you work too much? hmp! its not violence it's about just teaching them a lesson,” ] 

Another classic nagging wife-like of a husband. The first time you two met was a rocky start with him trying to kill you solely because you were tending his injuries you hated how bratty he was saying he doesn't need any help but ended up passing out in your arms. You sigh at his stubbornness and tend to him for the past few days he was unconscious. You knew he was a mafia due to his all black get up and bloody clothes. 

Yet helped him anyways because you just wanted to help him, it took time for him to open up and slowly burn down his tough walls. At Least 3 months of you two being ‘acquaintances’ to becoming ‘friends’ you chuckled at the times he was being cold to you. 

It took a lot of time till you two became lovers to the now husband and lover. Happily married and a small home in a small neighborhood. He's an alright cook, he's not good at it but he takes his time to learn things on cooking via cooking lessons by the neighborhood auntie's who graciously lend him a hand. 

He's popular with them because of how they thought he was an adorable husband for you. Although quite cold towards them the auntie's doesn't mind as they still coo at him. To be frank he didn't know how to be a good househusband.

He sucks at cooking, cleaning, and even being affectionate to you was a struggle for him. Though you didn't mind that, you let him learn at his own pace. Going to the neighborhood asking what laundry detergent is good for this specific fabric, how to iron clothes correctly, and many more.

“F- fuck… not again,” the raven haired male said furrowing his brows as he accidentally put too much force on breaking the egg that the shells wad put on the egg. He sighs as he takes another egg, breaking it not too hard, not too gentle, his eyes sparkle as he did it perfectly. 

“There,” he sighs as you look behind him, smiling and admiring your husband. He's so cute. Maybe you should give him something for always doing his best. 

The reason he quit being in the port mafia was because you like dazai and chuuya. He doesn't want to see you hurt and he especially doesn't want to see you being all worried and teary eyed to him. 

He hates messes, absolutely hates them and bugs too. He almost wrecked the whole house because he used his ability to kill a single cockroach who was flying and dodging his everymove. He was almost as his wits end at the single roach. 

While he has a lot of money due to being an exmafia he refuses to buy expensive ass vegetables and fruits that people overpriced in the mall. Every Time he's grocery shopping he's glaring at any overpriced vegetable, seasonings, etc. he lays his eyes upon. 

He doesn't like grocery shopping solely because he hates picking on which is far more good to have. This cabbage is nice but also this one too. Which should he choose? He always ends up thinking like that which makes him irritated. 

He furrow his brows looking at the two carrots, one in his right hand, seemingly with good color and quality, while the other is far more bigger and good quality. He glares at the carrots in his hands as the other people who feel his strong and intimidating aura.

Not to mention a man wearing all black with an apron and with his bitch face people start to back away in the vegetable aisle. 

Some people also misunderstand him there. How he was asking for the cornstarch flour but forgot what it was called asking the staff for the ‘white powder stuff' and the staff thinking it was cocaine. Thus the many reasons he hates grocery shopping. 

Just like Chuuya he is strict about your diet, he will go above and beyond for your bento's meals making sure everything is healthy there. He kind off has a grudge for electronic devices used for cleaning, like those small bots used for sweeping. 

When you bought that you swore he was about to start war on an inanimate object. He prefers cleaning in the old fashion way saying it's much cheaper and plus he cleans very good due to the neighbors teaching him about the many ways to clean your house. 

Speaking of cleaning because of the cleaning lessons the auntie's taught him in the neighborhood. He became a professional. Everytime you come home you swear your whole house was sparkling due to how clean it is. 

“Oh wow! you really outdone yourself dear,” you said in awe as you look at your spotless house making him huff in pride, “ of course, anyway go get a bath, dinners almost ready,” you nodded your head at his words as he forms a small smile at this. 

He hates it when you work overtime solely because he misses you and also hates it when you overwork yourself. 'If your work ends at 6:00 it ends at 6:00 okay? don't take overtime.' he says glaring at you, sending you off to work making you sweat drop at it. 

He spoils you with gifts while he was out shopping on his own. Passing by stalls and seeing things you might like and giving them to you directly without much of a word. He sucks at making things or being affectionate to you so he hopes these gifts will show how much he loves you. (Which is always expensive by the way, like diamond necklaces, Gucci bags, Prada things and many more.)

He sometimes calls you on work to see if you're okay and if you're doing alright, he can't help but worry for your safety and overall well-being. 

He once intimidated a coworker of yours because they were the sole reason you came home late for a whole week. He's awkward at it but he always tries his best to kiss you, hug you, and hold your hand. He still feels embarrassed for such things but he just needs time to get used to it. 

As for his motto, he truly doesn't know, he just wants to see you happy with him. Smiling only at him and being with him only. Does that count as a motto?

“You have everything you need right?” he asks standing near the door as you nodded your head, “of course,” he nodded, his eyes gazing away from you then back at you. 

You looked at him in confusion tilting your head to the side. As he took a step near you and closing the gap between you two. As his lips got in contact with your cheek. 

“Have a safe trip,” 

You smile at him, “thank you dear, I will,” 

“And don't take overtime got it?”

“Haha! I will not, see you,”

He huffs in pride, the color red coating his face. 

'I can't believe I kissed them like that,' thoughts of a man who has been married to you for years. 

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WHATSS UPPP🔥🔥🔥🔥 Anyways :3 can I pretty please request an Akutagawa x reader and Akutagawas reaction to reader/us handcuffing him?? (Also if your uncomfortable with that I totally understand if you dont wanna write for it! I need more subby akutagawa in my life🤤)

Of course you can~ here is your order sweetie!

Dom!reader x sub!akutagawa

Warning: handcuffs, bondage, teasing, otherwise pretty sfw?

‘What a frail boy,’ you thought while sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, arms crossed as you hide something under a pillow. His physic was no surprise to you anymore, though how comes every time you saw him he gets thinner? Yet he still wants to be of service to you. How can you make him work without feeling pity for his poor body? A sigh left your mouth, your eyes glanced over the soft pillow which served as your hiding spot. That’s why you prepared this, to make sure he’ll leave it all to you.

Then your eyes turned again, moving to look at the male standing next to the bed again. His pitch black coat was now placed over a chair, revealing his white dress-shirt. It stood out so much, since the rest of his outfit was dark as well. “Come here, aku.” You commanded, still sitting in the same position as before. He obliged your order without any hesitation, nor did he make a single sound. Slowly climbing onto the mattress as he hovered above you, legs on either side of your figure.

It might have seemed bold at first glance, but he didn’t even dare to sit down onto your lap, only kneeling on top of you while wearing a softer version of his usual expression. His pupils were also raven black, skin as pale as porcelain and cheeks tainted slightly rosy. You stared at him off a second, before reaching out for his collar. Gently, you pulled at his jabot, loosening it up and throwing it onto the floor. Afterwards, you started unbuttoning his shirt. One button after another, without rushing anything. He didn’t say anything the entire time, staying as still as he could for you. Even though he tried so hard to appear unaffected, his breathing hitched and his nervous gaze exposed everything.

“How cute.” You chuckled as you said that, hands working on the last button. He scoffed at the compliment, face twisting into a pout. What can you say, you are never wrong. Right when you were going to pull his shirt off him, he took care of it already, letting the fabric drop onto the floor. Then Akutagawa began working on his trousers, but you stopped him by grabbing his wrists, sighing, “This won’t do, pretty boy. Leave it all to me.”

Before he got the chance to respond to it, he felt something hard and cold pressing against his wrist. Then a clink sound reached his ears, followed by another one. He looked down, eyes widening as the realisation. “What is this…?” Aku asked you, eyes searching for your guidance and explanation. “My, you out of everyone doesn’t know what these are?” You teased, fingers playing with the chain connecting the two metal holes. His reaction is cute, to think the mad dog of the mafia is so innocent. The confused look on his face was adorable as well, actually you liked everything about him.

“I know, handcuffs, but why are you… using them?” Akutagawa kept questioning you, he looked at you like you were crazy. “Sweetie, what is the purpose of cuffs?” You teased him, yanking on that chain a little to make him lean forward. His face was now inches away from yours, and his blush darkened a few shades. “To restrain someone, to prevent them from doing something.” Despite the fact that his heart was fluttering, and his voice trembling, he still managed to answer you. It was a good response, just as you expected from him. “Right, now guess why I might be using these.”

“But there is no reason for you to restrain me.” The boy said, a drop of sweat rolled down his forehead. Now he was looking at you all flustered and blushy. “Then be my prisoner for tonight. Your crime is~ seducing me. Your sentence? Forbidden from doing anything.” You whispered against his neck, raising the hand that was still holding onto the chain high into the air, causing him to raise his arms above his head as well. “What do you say, Ryuunosuke?” At this point he was already a mess, glaring at you like a feisty cat. When he met your playful gaze, a shiver ran down his spine, and he eventually said, “…I- I got it, officer.”

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↬|Atsushi|

If his s/o is separated from him, Atsushi will likely miss them deeply and feel an intense longing to see them again.

He may constantly think about them and worry about their safety, as well as wonder how they are doing.

He may have difficulty concentrating on his work or hobbies, as his mind is preoccupied with thoughts of them.

He may also have difficulty sleeping at night, as he misses having them nearby to comfort him. Overall, Atsushi will feel a deep sense of loneliness and emptiness when they are apart.

Atsushi’s feelings of missing his s/o can be described as intense and overwhelming. He feels a sense of longing and emptiness when they are apart, and his thoughts are constantly preoccupied with them.

He may have difficulty concentrating on anything else, as his mind is consumed by thoughts of their safety and well-being.

He may also experience a sense of worry and anxiety about not knowing when he will see them again, and this can lead to feelings of helplessness and frustration.

Overall, his feelings can be described as profoundly emotional and all-consuming.

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↬|Dazai|

He feels like a part of him is missing, a void. He feels like there's something important missing in his life.

He can't really function properly without you, he can't sleep well, he's distracted all the time and he's snapping even more to his subordinates. He is desperate to have you back in his arms.

As every day passed without you Dazai only grows more and more frustrated, he tried to distract himself from you by working, hanging out with oda's grave, sleeping or other things but nothing works.

He feels like a lost puppy without you, he can't really focus on anything. His mind drifts to you more often than usual, he has trouble focusing on his plans and he sometimes finds himself staring into the space thinking about you.

He craves for your presence, the feeling of your being next to him. He wants to hear your voice, to touch your soft skin, to run his fingers through your hair, to kiss the back of your neck, to hold your hand. To see your smile.

He yearns for you, for your love, for the feeling of your body against his, he just wants to hold you close and never let go.

Dazai absolutely craves the presence of you more than anything in the world, he hates being separated from you.

And when you are apart, he's unable to focus on anything else, his mind is constantly thinking about you, worrying if you're safe, if you're happy, if you're missing him as much as he misses you.

The pain of loneliness and missing his lover becomes excruciating, to the point where he can't even sleep, as he keeps thinking about you, wishing for your return.

He'll go to any length to see you again.

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↬|Akutagawa|

He'd probably not show any emotions about the fact that he can't have any contact or see his S/O.

He'd just bury it all deep inside but at night when he's laying wide awake he'd feel extremely lonely.

Whenever he's around other people he would sometimes catch himself thinking of his S/O and what he'd be doing if they were right next to him.

He probably can't get them out of his head, the thought of not being able to hold them or talk/see them always around.

He's frustrated, lonely, and sad, but he'd hide it all the time. The need to see them, to hold them, to see their smile and just to be near them fills up his mind a lot, it's hard to keep his thoughts away from them.

He probably also feels a bit jealous when he sees a couple being all lovey dovey, he probably just wishes it could be him and his s/o.

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↬|Chuuya|

Oh god. Chuuya would be absolutely heartbroken and miserable without his S/O. He literally wouldn't know what to do with himself without them.

He'd be a total mess at first, barely eating, not sleeping properly, refusing to do any work that didn't involve trying to get his S/O back, he'd be a complete shell of his usual self, only snapping out of it when he's in combat.

Chuuya wouldn't be able to function without his S/O; they’re like his source of comfort, like his entire world revolves around them, his whole existence is dependant on them.

He would be completely lost without them, his days would be endless nightmares and his nights would be sleeplessly tormenting.

He'd feel like drowning all the time, suffocating every single second that he can't be with them.

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↬|Tetchou|

Tetchou would want to see his s/o so badly. They’d be on his mind constantly.

He’d try to distract himself all he want, but the image of his s/o would stay and it would make his heart hurt in a way it never did before.

Everything about his s/o would be on his mind - their hair, their eyes, their smile...

Not having them there pained him, and he’d probably go far enough to drop almost anything to try and see them again.

He feels empty and lost without his s/o. It feels as if a big part of him is suddenly gone and he feels wrong, and he hates the feeling. It feels as if he won’t be complete again until his s/o is back, and it scares him how much of a hold his s/o has on him.

Even so, he doesn’t want to lose them again, and will do almost anything to make sure that will never happen.

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↬|Jouno|

After he and his s/o are separated, Jouno finds himself having a deep sense of longing and desperation to see them again.

He cannot focus on his duties or anything else in his life, his mind is solely focused on them.

He can't sleep at night, and his thoughts are constantly plagued by thoughts of his s/o.

He wants to hold them again or listen to their voice even just once, but because they're separated, he cannot do that. It's a constant torment to his emotional and mental state.

Jouno's feelings toward his s/o after they are separated are a mix of longing, desperation, and emotional torment.

These emotions plague him day and night, unable to focus on anything else. He cannot get any rest or sleep, and his thoughts are constantly filled with the need to see them again.

He craves their presence, and it's a constant struggle for him to cope with the fact that they're not within his reach. This loneliness eats away at him, but he still clings to any hope that they'll be reunited again.

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↬|Fyodor|

Would not be able to handle being separated from his S/O for far too long, since it would feel like a part of himself is gone.

Would find himself constantly wanting to see and be near his S/O, to feel their presence near him.

Would feel empty, missing and yearning for his S/O and would wish to be with them again.

Would be constantly worried about their S/O's safety, even if the S/O would be more than able to defend themselves in a fight.

Craves their presence and yearns for their touch Feels incredibly lonely and alone, as if a part of his life was suddenly ripped out from him.

Can't stop thinking about them, misses them terribly and can't stop himself from thinking "just a little more and I'll see them again." / "you know what? I'm the God. I don't need them! Right!...right?"

Can't stop himself from remembering all the moments he has spent with the person he loves, wanting to be with that person again and hold them in his arms.

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↬|Nikolai|

Nikolai would miss his s/o like hell. He would probably go insane after a small amount of time not seeing them or talking to them, and would be extremely clingy and desperate to get back to see or talk with his s/o after being separated from them for a while.

Nikolai would probably mope around a lot and do almost nothing without his s/o, his entire mood being reliant on them.

Nikolai doesn't deal with being alone very well. Nikolai's feelings about being separated from his s/o would be very intense.

He would feel incredibly lonely and miserable without them, like he's lost part of himself.

Nikolai would also feel very irritated and grumpy, lashing out at everyone around him.

Nikolai would be extremely clingy and desperate to see or talk to his s/o again, completely lost without them.

Nikolai would basically give anything to see or be able to talk to his s/o again even for a little while.

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↬|Sigma|

Sigma desperately longs for the day he can see his s/o again.

Every day he wakes up feeling a longing for them, a sense that a piece of his heart is missing.

He feels like he's drowning in a sea of anguish, and just to see their face, to touch their hand, would be a lifeline for him.

He is haunted by memories of them, of their voice, their touch, and it's like an endless torment, knowing that he might never see them again. Every moment spent apart is torture for him.

He feels like he can't breathe properly anymore without the. in his life. He can't focus, can't rest, each day feels endless and hopeless.

Every time he looks in the mirror, he sees a broken person staring back at him, someone who is lost without them, and it's like a stab to his heart, every single time.

He feels like he's a shell of his former self, and the only thing that could fix him, the only thing that could make him feel whole again, is then.

He's drowning in a sea of despair, and they're the only one who can save him.

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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

How he shows his appreciation. Akutagawa Ryunosuke

BSD Cast appreciate you. 

All of them has their own ways to show their appreciation.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke isn't heartless, and is capable of compassion and softness. But he shows his appreciation by letting you be angry.

Sometimes, when you had a bad day, when someone were rude towards you, or something made you feel frustrated. And during that kind of days you want to yell, to cuss to express your anger. 

And Akutagawa will let you do it.

He won't shame you for wanting to yell at some jerks. He won't shame you for wanting to punch a wall.

He keeps old cardboard boxes in the attic for that cause. You want to tear something apart? Akutagawa will bring you a cardboard box to take your anger out. 

You want to yell? Akutagawa will accompany you to the forest so you can yell at much as you want.

And, when you let your anger out, he will make sure, that you feel better.

Akutagawa will brew tea. He will bring blankets. He will sit near you, while you, wrapped in a blanket cocoon, sip your tea.

Akutagawa never insists on knowing the reason for your anger. But he is here, if you want to rant.

It doesn't seem like much. Perhaps, Akutagawa might have a better way to show his appreciation.

But, after all, you will never trade that peaceful evenings you spend sitting near Akutagawa, wrapped in blankets, for anything else.

[gfmima]

c. 文豪ストレイドッグス BEAST | bsd BEAST + f!reader t. how he deals with you when you’re jealous

akutagawa leans back in his armchair, the room immersed in a soft, amber hue from the floor lamp; thin fingers trace over the spine of the novel in his hand, absentmindedly feeling the embossed letters under his touch. the normally stern expression on his face bore a hint of frustration as he sent a covert glance in your direction.

the tension in the air was unmistakable — plain to see, hard to dismiss — an unspoken rift between the two of you. what did he do? he asked for tea, a roundabout way of extending an olive branch.

alas, what he got was your wordless indifference, a pointed silence that stretched like an invisible barrier.

he can’t help but recall the catalyst for your weird behavior. honestly, he can’t fathom what you wanted him to do? what you wanted from him? in his mind, you were acting without reason.

at the end of the day, he was in a relationship with you. why must he assuage your concerns about higuchi’s foolish infatuation with him when it had been set in stone he loves you, not her? he can admit he could’ve handled it better for your sake, however, what had been said was said and there was no changing it.

now, as he sat there, he can’t deny that it did matter, even a teensy-weeny bit, and he had a gnawing feeling that he had underestimated the depth of your emotions.

these four walls closed in on him, slowly it compelled him to do something — hell, say anything! he let his stoicism to get the best of him, failing his duty as your boyfriend to be sensitive about the hurt he caused. a sigh escapes his lips…

“i said, can you brew me some tea?” akutagawa tried to ask once more, as he turns a page in his novel. though his gaze remains on the first line of dialogue, he didn’t digest a word; his mind wanders elsewhere.

“why don’t you ask your other girlfriend instead? she always looks very happy to help you.” and continue to work on your laptop screen.

your response, though expected, stung nonetheless. a slick retort delivered without even a glimpse towards him.

the air felt increasingly stifling as the silence persisted, only disturbed by the sound of your fingers on the keyboard. a growing sense of unease casts a shadow over him, he didn’t foresee this level of confrontation, especially from you of all people.

“exactly how long do you intend to behave this way?”

“i could ask you the same thing,” your reply catches him off guard, “how else do you expect me to behave? how would you feel if there was another man interested in me? and i do nothing to prevent it?”

the atmosphere grew colder and colder by the second as he contemplates. he struggles to articulate his feelings to you, his quietude serving as an admission of sorts.

“do you see why i’m upset, ryūnosuke?” your parting words landed on him like a sudden hit to the chest.

he grumbles, “you’re so annoying…”

akutagawa hooks his foot around your ankle, a tiny gesture for reconciliation, albeit a reluctant one. with arms crossed, he averts his gaze, the environment overwrought with unresolved emotions.

“wow, so i’m annoying, huh? you’re the one who can’t even acknowledge my feelings!” your tone drips with irritation as you finally look up to meet his eyes, and for a moment, you could see a hint of exasperation in his irises.

“use your brain — it’s not as if i asked her to like me!”

“but you could make it clear where your heart lies!”

the air fell into an uncomfortable silence yet again, neither one willing to yield. it was frustrating to be caught in a standoff with the man you love, but your jealousy had taken over and you weren’t about to let him off the hook so easily.

your boyfriend utters what you can assume to be a string of obscenities under his breath, as his shoulders collapse. “fine.” he concedes, “i’ll speak to her and make it clear that we’re very much together.”

you raise a brow.

you genuinely didn’t expect him to make the first move and relent. normally, you’d have to be the bigger person and let him have the last say, which often resulted in very late night talks with your friends.

“really? you will?”

he nods. “if that’s what it takes to end your childish worries, then so be it. i’ll tell her.”

the playful roll of your eyes couldn’t hide the way your heart swelled with affection for him. despite his gruff exterior, he cares about your feelings! you uncross your arms, reaching out to place your hand gently on his cheek.

“thank you, ryūnosuke.”

“HA, YOU’RE JEALOUS!” ranpo points a rather accusatory finger, reveling in the satisfaction of unraveling the mystery behind your peculiar behavior in recent days.

you struggle to find a response; your eyes narrow under the subdued lighting of the interrogation room where he cornered you. with every blink, the scene in front of you begins to develop: your dear boyfriend casually seated, his arms behind his head, and a triumphant smirk adorned his lips.

he meets your gaze with unmistakable pride.

“you’re delusional,” you scoff, your own arms crossed, and push yourself away to create a bit of distance between you two.

his eyes lock onto yours, a knowing familiarity etched into his dark irises; it was as if he was unraveling your expression layer by layer. you would’ve found it endearing if you weren’t carried from your desk in the midst of typing a report for kunikida out of the blue, just to be questioned like a homicide suspect.

“deflection is a common sign of jealousy~! t’s best to save yourself the time and embarrassment, and admit it: you’re jealous,” he dares say, as if it were a noteworthy detail that merits documentation.

“hmph!”

your eye twitches.

though seemingly at ease, ranpo was shaken. he knew you had a tendency to go silent whenever you were upset with him. he needs to tread carefully, he cannot undergo another hour of the silent treatment — neither can the agency! god forbid you take a break after seeing him get circled by “fans of his work.”

it was maddening to see a man who boasts as the “world’s greatest detective” stay oblivious while women shamelessly throw themselves at him.

the tilt of his head gives him an air of immaturity. “don’t get upset, i was only teasing!”

“…”

these four walls, adorned with its stale furniture and draped in shadows, became a backdrop for the unfolding drama. the only sounds heard were the whines of his chair as he adjusts his position, plus the light rustle of your coat as you shift uncomfortably to refrain making eye contact with him.

leaning forward, he rests his chin on the palm of his hand, arm prop on the table as he sighs rather dramatically. you were persistent, lips sealed tightly, refusing to say a word.

this was his (actual) last resort.

“do you want me to grovel? is that it?” his patience wears thin. “fine.” standing abruptly, you frown, expecting him to leave the room... however, to your shock, he kneels before you.

“huh, ranpo?!” you shriek, “what are you doing?! the floor is dirty! d’you even know when was the last time they cleaned this room? if they even clean it at all!”

he dismisses your concern. “do you forgive me? for being, uh… dense? i didn’t mean it, i swear!” his voice, a playful tune in the otherwise strained moment, holds a sincerity that surprises you.

“fine.” without hesitation, you gave him a firm nod, urging him to stand and to prevent further grime on his slacks.

ranpo wore a dumb grin on his face, stupid-looking yet very charming, effortlessly drawing a smile from you, the tension in your shoulders giving way. “what?”

fingers entwined with yours, he tugs you forward to place a chaste kiss on your lips. “it’s nothing, you’re cute when you get jealous.”

[l1tw1ck]

bottom!ftm!omega!bunny!akutagawa x top!amab!alpha!wolf hybrid!reader

[event request] | afab language used

CW: Non-Con, Step-Cest, Yandere Reader, Knotting, Creampie

Akutagawa stops in his tracks, thanks to your hand grabbing the back of his collar. His tail frizzes up in surprise. “You thought I wouldn't find out, did you?” You growl. “How fucking dare you.”

“Let go of me you– you mutt!”

“What did you just say?” Your face darkens. He freezes in fear. He fucked up. “It's time for you to learn some manners.” You slam him onto the ground and pin him down.

Akutagawa struggles in your hold, refusing to go down without a fight. “Why are you doing this to me?!”

“Because you're mine.” You scratch off his shirt and then his pants. He looks at you in horror, unable to move. You spread his legs and free your length. “I thought it'd be fine to let you be free but clearly you can't behave yourself. I’m never letting you go free.”

He doesn't react fast enough, you're already forcing your way inside. “Your dad won't even notice you're gone. And I doubt anyone would look for you.” You watch as tears fall from his eyes. “I already have a place set up for us. You won't have to worry about anything anymore.”

“Stop!” Akutagawa shrieks as you roughly pound into him mercilessly. “You're disgusting!” He tries to attack you but you don't care, even when he manages to scratch you it doesn't make you stop.

“Don't lie. You love this.” You press down on his neck. “You’ve already come twice.”

“Be- because you keep touching me!”

“So you like it when I touch you.” You grin.

“No! I hate it!”

“You don't. You want more but you're too prideful to admit it. You want my knot, don't you?” You move so that his cunt grinds against it.

He shakes his head rapidly.

“I know you do. You’ll look so cute carrying our pups.” You make fewer but harder thrusts as you reach your peak. He sobs in dismay, squirming around in a fruitless protest. You ignore him and fill him with your seed, knotting him without his consent. He gives up, silently crying as he comes to terms with his reality. “I love you.” You kiss his cheek. He grimaces in disgust.

[strom-in-the-sky]

Say it again, please....

Akutagawa is busy all the time but the one moments he gets with you. God, he misses you so much. Even if he never shows it a lot. He may be a port mafia dog but here with you. You make him feel at least somthing of worth....

Smut, fluff, consent, established relationship, implied female body. soft sex. thoughts of other stuff. Written by a virgin 😋 very, very worded, I think? Also, I love the idea of soft sex with Akutagawa. 😭 unprotected sex. Soft ending

Akutagawa works hard. It's no doubt that he works day and night, and at times, you hardly have to see your boyfriend. Your stubborn boyfriend god knows how the hell you both ended up with each other, but either party complaining? No way.

So when nights or a days when Akutagawa has off, he closes to make love to you. It makes him feel things in his chest he never grap to understand. Feelings he confused if he wants to rip them out and leave you so you don't get caught up in his work or feelings that he wants to keep all to himself. Just once to be selfish in the feelings he has.

The first thing he does is always make sure you're ok. No matter how much he had sex with you or just touch, he gave a look only you would understand. His eyes soften as his lips quirk up a bit in a soft smile only for you. He softly presses a couple gently kisses to your face and lips. Holding you close by your waist. Close as if you would disappear, gently as if you are glass. Slowly, as the heat builds in the room. Second, he slowly strips all clothing away and away, kissing everywhere his lips can get... mabye a couple love bites visible or hidden for his pleasure, just to be a little cocky to others that this person was belonging to someone. And that was him. This was the same person who would kill anyone who dared touch you wrong... Slowly tracing skin more vibrate than his own, no doubt he was almost white as a ghost. He loves the feeling of your hands in his hair gently scratching his back in light feather touches - god, he thinks sometimes he can go to town on your sweet cunt till you pass out...that was in his deepest desires he probably never mention to you that is. He softly kissed your chest down to the goal. He knew you might have needed a small stretch to help accommodate him. He moved his hands to part your folds as he began kitten licks. Sucking your clit as he looked up at you. His eyes dilated a bit. God, he just loves you so much that it hurt at times. He moves his other hand to your hole as he slowly pushes his ring finger in as he groaned a bit at how tight you were. He just couldn't wait, but he wasn't going to rush. Now now when he wants to bring pleasure to you. He can cum untouch just off the pleasure on your face. He continued as he pushed his middle finger in as he chuckled. "So tight still?" He muttered."Shut up, ryu..." You bite back as your back arched off the bed. That nickname god he loved it, and he only lets you call him it. A small tug to his hair as he slowly stretched and figured you. Prepping you for the main event. Soon, when he felt you close, he pulled away as he slowly kissed up your stomach, neck, and to your mouth, kissing you gently. He moved his hands to shift your legs on his waist before grabbing his length and line himself up. His breath was slightly heavy as his taller form loomed over you. His eyes dilated as he looked down before back at you. "Can I..." he muttered as he moved his lips to press gently kisses to your neck. "Ryu... you can..." You muttered, resting your head back onto the bed. Ever so slowly, he pushed in and wanted to feel you stretching around his length. ' I love you, I love you-' the words repeated in his head. As he moved to gently kiss your lips to help ease you into this, he loved the reaction on your face. You were more expensive than him. He could study every detail. And he have, but he could never get bored of it. Sleepless nights he would stare at your face on hand moved to trace it slowly to take in every detail he could.

He always pushed to the hilt of his length was in your sweet hole as he moved his face to burry into your neck, pressing kisses and muttering words of encouragement to you. "You're doing so good...fuck I miss this..." he muttered as he slowly rolled his hips. He shifted his head to look at your face, and his breath caught a bit. You're so pretty it makes him sick. Always keep pretty. "Ryu~!" You softly mewl out as your arms moved to wrap around his neck. He moved to press his forhead to yours as his hands trace your body. "Mhm..." he grunt a little as he slowly begins to pick up, but he isn't going brutal no. He wanted to make love. Love was such a strange word to him. But once more with you, he felt like he could love. He could be someone of dazai praise or much more. "I love you ryu- god~ ah~!" You baffled out as you shifted your arms to gently grap onto his back as Akutagawa's eyes widen a little. His hips bucked a little more unto your softer ones as he looked at your face. No matter how many times he heard it, he loved it, and it sent him crazy. How can someone love some dark as him. He moved how hands to slowly grab yours and link with your as he pressed them to the bed next to your head. "Say it again.. please...y/n" please say it again a thousand times if you must. He slowly started to pick up the pase yet again, not brutal, as the noises he knows and loves to hear from your lips. It was like a drug. Wine or a cigarette, he couldn't get over. He groaned a little with small grunts as his eyes stayed trained to your face as it shifted into pleasure. As he moved to pin both your wrists in one of his hand as his other slowly moved down your body to your clit as he slowly rubbed it circles that he wounder if you saw starts in your eyes as your lips parted more. He moved to gently kiss you again as he pushed his tongue a little into your mouth teasing but also wondering if any linger taste of your sweet cunt was there as he wad close. Akutagawa didn't last long thanks to his lung condition and being so tired as it's from a long day of work. Yet he didn't want to cum until you came so he keep it in as he rubbed faster circles to your cilt before he pulled away his mout from yours. "Ryu~! Ryu~!" You cried out as you came as his hips shuddered a bit before trusting into you before he moved to hold back onto your hands. Bigger hands linking and wrapping around your smaller ones before he pressed his hips flushed to yours letting a small grunt out before cumming as he slowly trust after a little just to calm down both highs before pulling out and shifting to the side. "I love you, ryu," you softly muttered before curling into his chest as he softly sighed. Wrapping his arms around you as he pressed a kiss to your sweaty forhead as he hummed in response. "As do i..." he muttered as he closed his eyes once more, holding you close. You moved your hand to trace shapes onto his back as he let a soft sigh out again. "Keep doing that, and I might fall asleep," he muttered as he didn't want to sleep now. Not that he had a mess to clean. "Mabye, I want you to fall asleep," you tease back as he just clicks his tongue as a small eye roll comes from him. He moved to pull away as a small whine came from you as you tried to grap for him as he rolled his eyes yet again as he moved off to the bathroom to get a wet cloth. He came back as he cleaned the mess between your legs and then the bed as he left again to toss the cloth to wash before coming back. He got new clothing for the both of you dressing you first before himself and then getting back into bed. He gently pulled you close as he pressed the other kiss to your forhead and moved one hand to comb through your hair. "Goodnight y/n..." he muttered, holding you close. In his gentlest dreams, let the nightmares not come anymore once you're by his side. "Good night, ryu. I love you"

A smile was on his face as he slept with you in his arms.

'I love you as well...'

Idk what was my thoughts process behind this it's shit in anyways.

[luvfy0dor]

can u do neck kisses w/ akutagawa?

Akutagawa + Neck Kisses ♡⁠˖

Warnings; biting, allusions to hickeys

Akutagawa had a tendency to slightly shiver or squirm when touched because he wasn't used to such gentleness just yet. Your relationship wasn't all too new, but you were still discovering which parts of his body were the most sensitive. One evening while you sat next to each other on the couch with only side-to-side contact, you stretched your arms and yawned before letting them fall over his shoulders with your forearm grazing the nape of his neck. His shoulders scrunched up and he grimaces, letting out a shaky sigh at the feeling of your wooly sweater touching his skin and raising his hairs. You raised an eyebrow and leaned into him. "I didn't smack you or nothin', did I?" You whispered, drawing his attention to your self. "No, it just grazed me awkwardly and made me shiver. My neck is sort of sensitive." He tells you. You hum and lean your head on his shoulder, glancing at his neck every now and again instead of focusing on the movie the two of you were watching. "Can I kiss your neck, Ryuu?" You ask him, staring at his Adam's apple as it bobs when he swallows. "What would you want to kiss my neck for?" You shrug. "Just cause. I won't if you don't want me too, but-" you start to put your hands up, but he grabs them. "Go ahead, kiss my neck all you'd like." He says, his grey eyes wide grey eyes nearly burning holes through your skin with his stare. You laugh at him a little and peck his lips before traveling downward to his neck. His white skin gradually turns pinker when you press your lips against his neck, sucking gently with your hands on his shoulders. Your head was tilted as you gently bit down on his pale flesh, making him gasp quietly and lean back into the couch. His hand fell on your hip while you started to pull away, but not before licking over the red mark you'd left. "uhm, I believe that was not just a kiss." He said, staring at you with squinted eyes. "I'm sorry, Ryuu', you coulda told me to stop if you didn't like it." You say, a nervous frown on your face. He shook his head and grabbed the collar of your shirt, not tugging it but just holding it. "Did I say I didn't like it?" You laughed and shook your head too. "No, no you didn't. Want it again?" He averted his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek. "Well, since you're offering.."

A/n; new theme chat since NOBODY EVER WANTS TO ACKNOWLEDGE IT /lh but I think it's cute, I like the more muted color and my last one was not nearly as cohesive as this one. ALSO ALSO I get to participate in my first varsity banquet this year for varsity swim, I'm so excited fjekskdkkwk

[pin-k-ink]

limerence // akutagawa ryuunosuke

tw ⇢ mentions of violence and injuries, mentions of abuse, sexual tension, highly suggestive content, slightly possessive aku, akutagawa has a wild imagination

wc ⇢ 9.7k

a/n: i just liked the idea of someone being there for aku when he was being mistreated by dazai. it just spiraled out of control

Akutagawa had always sensed something indescribable drawing him to you - an invisible thread tying your two existences together in a way he couldn't put words to. Ever since joining the Port Mafia under Dazai's brutal tutelage, there had been this inexplicable feeling that you were meant to be a fixed point in his life's orbit.

It wasn't that he felt the incessant urge to hurt you, like he did with so many others he deemed inferior or disposable. No, the rasping voice in his head that incessantly whispered for destruction and chaos went utterly silent whenever you were around. If anything, your presence seemed to dull the storm of his violent impulses to a steady patter.

He admired the way you carried yourself - the fearless determination shining through your eyes, the ruthless efficiency with which you dispatched any who crossed your path. You pulled your own weight without question or complaint, swiftly earning respect and a solid position amongst the mafia ranks in a remarkably short time.

In many ways, you reminded him of himself - two feral strays plucked off the streets by the maddeningly enigmatic Dazai and molded into his own personal weapons. Perhaps that was where this strange kinship stemmed from initially. He saw reflections of his own brokenness, his own will to survive and stake a claim in this unforgiving world, gazing back at him through your steely gaze.

The first time Dazai had introduced you two, Akutagawa immediately noticed the way your eyes seemed to flicker with something like...recognition? A fleeting spark of light danced through those dead irises whenever you glanced his way. In that moment, he knew you had been through unspeakable hells, just as he had. The kinship was immediate, if unacknowledged.

"This is your new...partner, of sorts," Dazai had said with one of his signature inscrutable smiles. "I expect you two to look out for each other from this point on."

You had simply given a curt nod, not speaking a word. Akutagawa remembered being struck by your silence, the way it seemed to have great weight and volume despite the lack of sound.

That was how it remained between you two for the longest time - an unspoken bond of understanding threaded through the quiet moments you existed side-by-side. Like the time Dazai had disciplined Akutagawa a little too severely, leaving him a crumpled, bleeding mess on the warehouse floor.

"Just kill me," Akutagawa had rasped through gritted teeth, despair crashing over him in waves at the thought that he wasn't strong enough, wasn't good enough to be of use. If he couldn't be of use, he had no purpose.

That's when he felt the feather-light caress of fingers grazing over his mottled skin. His head had snapped up, eyes wild, as Rashomon burst forth with a violent screech to attack the perceived threat. But there was no scream, no cry of pain or fear - only the soft patter of blood droplets hitting the concrete as Rashomon's jaws clamped down on your shoulder.

You showed no pain, only that same weighted silence and expectant look that somehow conveyed you trusted Akutagawa to call off his attack. He found himself dismissing Rashomon without a second thought.

From that day on, a new unspoken ritual formed between you two. Whenever Akutagawa was left beaten and broken by Dazai's savage lessons, you would appear like a wraith. Not a word would be exchanged as you gathered his battered body with surprising gentleness and began cleaning and binding his wounds with a steady, practiced hand.

An entire year slipped by in that manner - two damaged, jagged souls orbiting each other in a companionable silence. Until one day, you finally spoke.

"Why do you let him do this to you?" Your voice was little more than a hoarse rasp, as though long unused to forming words.

Akutagawa's eyes had gone wide at the unexpected sound. "He...He's making me stronger," was his automatic reply.

You shook your head, mouth setting into a grim line. "No. He's breaking you."

Those four words hung thick in the air as you resumed cleaning the fresh wound on his cheek with surprising tenderness. Akutagawa wanted to angrily refute your allegation, but something in the depths of your gaze stopped him. He searched your expression, took in the tightness around your eyes and the hardened set of your jaw, and realized you weren't just speaking in hypotheticals.

"What do you mean?" he found himself asking, a slight furrow creasing his brow.

You paused, seeming to carefully weigh your next words. When you spoke again, it was low and measured. "Dazai...he takes pleasure in breaking people. Molding them into what he wants, no matter how much it shatters them in the process."

Your hands stilled, falling away from his cheek as your gaze grew distant, as if you were seeing something far away that only you could perceive. "I've seen it before, in others he claimed to 'mentor'. The light slowly extinguishing from their eyes as he systematically stripped them of anything that gave them strength beyond his control."

A muscle ticked in your jaw and your hands clenched into white-knuckled fists against your thighs. "I won't let that happen to me. To us." Your eyes snapped back to his with an intensity that pierced straight through to Akutagawa's very core. "We can't let him break us, Akutagawa. We have to stay strong, for ourselves."

He could only nod mutely, trying his best to absorb the weight behind your impassioned words. For the first time, he was seeing the full scope of the simmering rage and defiance you clearly harbored towards their mentor. A rage he realized, with some surprise, he might share more kinship with than he previously thought.

The silence stretched onward as you took up the first aid supplies once more, resuming your ministrations with a little more force behind the movements. Akutagawa could feel the heat of your body from where you knelt in front of him, smell the faint tang of your skin and the metallic hint of his own drying blood. It should have felt suffocating, but instead there was an odd sense of comfort in your presence surrounding him.

Finally, you seemed to reach some internal decision and spoke again without looking up. "From now on, you come to me if he...if that happens again." It wasn't a question, but a quiet, steely command. "Don't let him take any more of you than he already has."

Akutagawa gave another muted nod, unable to give voice to the jumbled emotions currently ricocheting through him. He knew in that moment that something had irrevocably shifted between you two - a new gravitational force lashing you both securely in each other's orbit, an unbreakable chain reforged in defiance of the man who brought you together only to try and rip you apart.

As you dressed the last of his wounds and made to pull away, he caught your wrist in a grip just shy of bruisingly tight without conscious thought. You froze, eyes flicking up to search his face with that piercing, unblinking stare. Akutagawa opened his mouth, but no words would come. He simply held your gaze, trying to convey the gratitude, the bone-deep relief at knowing he didn't have to be alone in this hell anymore.

You seemed to understand regardless. You simply gave a solemn nod and covered his hand with your free one, giving it a tight squeeze. Akutagawa felt something unknot in his chest at the contact. It was as if you had extended him the thinnest fragile lifeline, a tendril of connection keeping him bound to the side of light and humanity he so feared losing sight of entirely.

From that day forward, your unspoken ritual took on a new dimension of fierce protectiveness and silent strength being drawn from each other's resolve. Akutagawa continued weathering Dazai's cruel tempests, but now he had your steadfast presence to keep him moored, to keep him from shattering apart entirely.

And in turn, he vowed to be that same anchor for you...

The weeks passed in a steady cycle of brutality and quiet reprieves. Dazai's cruel lessons grew harsher, his bemused smiles taking on a sharper, more mocking edge as he pushed Akutagawa to his limits over and over again. But each time, without fail, you would appear like an avenging spirit - silent fury simmering in your eyes as you gathered Akutagawa's broken body and began the ritual of putting him back together.

Your touches during those stolen moments started to linger a beat longer than perhaps was necessary. Fingertips would ghost over the newly formed scars and mottled bruises with a tenderness that made something warm unfurl in the pit of Akutagawa's stomach. He found himself craving those light caresses, irritated when you pulled away too soon.

You seemed to sense the shift as well. He would catch you staring sometimes, head tilted ever so slightly as you observed him through narrowed eyes. As if you were studying him, cataloging every wince and sharp indrawn breath for deeper analysis. The weight of your regard made the hair on the back of his neck prickle, though not in an unpleasant way.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the walls between you began eroding away. What started as terse one-word answers when you asked him gruffly how he was faring blossomed into full, albeit stilted sentences. Your brows would knit together whenever Akutagawa recounted in clipped tones the new creatively sadistic punishments Dazai had devised, your jaw tensing until he could see the muscles flexing beneath the skin.

"He can't keep doing this," you bit out one night, hands stilling where they gently probed the fresh fracture in Akutagawa's arm. "We're not his dolls to torture for his amusement."

Akutagawa could only grunt an affirmative, reflexively biting back a pained hiss as you cautiously finished binding the limb. He didn't dare voice his most deeply buried fear - that Dazai wouldn't stop until he had thoroughly and irreparably broken him to align perfectly with his own twisted vision.

As if sensing his dark thoughts, you shifted until you were kneeling directly in front of him, invading his personal space in a way that should have felt suffocating but didn't. You reached out with one hand to firmly grasp his chin, forcing him to meet the searing intensity of your gaze head-on.

"Don't let him take you from yourself, Akutagawa," you said, low and serious. "No matter what happens, you have to hold on to who you are at your core. I'll be here to remind you, if you start losing your way."

Akutagawa's breath hitched at the unexpected vow, at the protectiveness burning in your eyes mere inches from his own. He could feel the warmth of your closeness soaking into his chilled skin, smell the faint hints of soap and steel that seemed to cling to you always. It was utterly intoxicating in a way he didn't want to examine too closely.

"I won't let you lose yourself either," he heard himself promising in return, voice coming out lower and rougher than intended.

Something flickered through your gaze at his words, there and gone too quickly for him to identify. But you held his stare for a beat longer before giving a solemn nod and releasing his chin. Already, Akutagawa felt the loss of your proximity like a yawning chasm opening up in his core.

From that day forward, you both moved as cohesive units - flowing around each other in the training rooms with the kind of seamless synchronicity generally reserved for lovers. You would spar with him for hours, pushing him to operate at his peak physical and mental state, showing no quarter even when his body screamed for respite. Because you understood that the stronger he became, the less Dazai could use his punishments as justification for his depravity.

In turn, Akutagawa could feel himself focusing with terrifying intensity whenever you sparred with Dazai. He would watch every shift of muscle, every bead of sweat that formed at your brow, looking for the slightest tell that you were nearing your limits. If Dazai ever went too far, took his games to the point of potentially crippling you, Akutagawa knew he wouldn't hesitate to unleash his fury in retaliation.

You were his tether, his lodestar in this increasingly dark and disorienting world Dazai was crafting around you both. He didn't think he could withstand having that grounding presence ripped away.

It was that realization, after a particularly vicious sparring session that left you both bruised and panting for air, that Akutagawa felt the first delicate tendril of something deeper unfurling in his chest. As you reached up to wipe away the thin trail of blood from the corner of your split lip, he found himself paralyzed - utterly transfixed watching the way your tongue instinctively darted out to wet your chapped lips.

A sudden, visceral need slammed into him then - the urge to lean in and chase that flash of pink with his own mouth, to taste the sharp tang of copper and the softness of your lips all at once. The thought had his throat going dry and heat lancing through him so suddenly it was disorienting.

You must have noticed something shift in his expression, because your brow furrowed quizzically as you dropped your hand. "Akutagawa? You okay?"

He could only give a tight nod, reeling from the intensity of whatever this new feeling was taking root in his battered psyche. By everything he had been taught, he should reject it immediately - these unbidden wants and needs were simply weaknesses to be exploited, flaws in his design that required purging.

And yet... he couldn't seem to make himself extinguish the tiny ember burning in his soul. Not when it made him feel more human, more alive, than anything had in longer than he could remember.

So instead of snuffing it out, he chose to protectively cup the flame with his hands and let it slowly blaze brighter and hotter until he could no longer ignore the truth shining forth.

He was falling for you - slowly, insidiously, like a man being pulled into a riptide's powerful underwing before he even realized the waters around him had shifted. But now there would be no stemming the tide.

Akutagawa felt himself being swept away by this new force, and he was powerless to stop it. Worse...he didn't want to.

several years later

The Port Mafia headquarters was quieter these days without Dazai's presence casting that ever-looming shadow. He had defected years ago in a dramatic storm of chaos and bloodshed, abandoning his prized students to fend for themselves in the aftermath.

For Akutagawa, it was a perverse sort of liberation.

The cruel mentor who had taken such sadistic delight in systematically tearing him down was gone - leaving him unshackled from that dark paradigm. No longer did he have to temper his every action, endure harsh punishments for perceived failures or signs of wavering loyalty. He was finally free to embrace his true self, uninhibited.

And perhaps most importantly, he no longer had to share you.

From the moment Dazai slipped through their grasp that fateful night, it was as if a remaining tether binding you to the Port Mafia had been abruptly severed. You seemed to come alive in a way Akutagawa had never witnessed before - like a wild animal who had finally been released from its cage.

The quiet intensity that he had found so intriguing all those years before bloomed into an aura of unbridled confidence and power. You moved with the self-assuredness of a natural apex predator, never bothering to cover the blatant disdain that flashed in your eyes when having to take orders. Everyone could see it - you never intended to be bound or controlled again.

It set Akutagawa's blood thrumming hot through his veins just watching the transformation. This was the woman he had fallen for slowly allowing her truest nature to unfurl. He drank in every nuance, every subtle shift, like a man who had been trapped in a desert finally allowed to experience the intoxicating force of a ravenous storm.

There was a feral sort of grace to the way you moved now, each sinewy muscle coiled like a panther's before it strikes. He noticed the details with an almost obsessive focus - like how your hair seemed permanently tousled from constantly raking your hands through it, or the tiny bead of sweat that would form on your collarbone whenever you exerted yourself. Little things that somehow entranced him in a bone-deep way.

Not that he would ever let on just how utterly arrayed he found himself in your presence these days. The lingering awkwardness and uncertainty over how to define the bond between you persisted - an unspoken hesitance to outright acknowledge or give voice to the molten tensions thrumming through every weighted glance and casual touch.

Still, the gravitational pull between you had only grown more irresistible the older you both became. Ever since that first spark of undeniable want had awoken in Akutagawa's soul all those years ago, he found himself unable to fully suppress the yearning anymore. It would blaze hotly to life at the most inopportune moments, sparked by the smallest and most innocuous things you did.

Like the way you would absently chew on your pen cap whenever you were deep in thought, staining those plump lips a deep crimson from the pressure. Or how you would shrug out of your signature leather jacket in a series of languid movements after a long day, briefly exposing the flexing muscles of your arms and back.

Mundane moments that somehow became searing, impossible for Akutagawa to tear his eyes away from even if the world had depended on it. You didn't seem to notice or care that his gaze had taken on a scorching new intensity, holding his stare and quirking an amused brow as if challenging him to keep watching.

Which of course, he did, feeling arousal and frustration swirling through his gut in an intoxicating, dizzying mix. Self-restraint was a constant battle when you were around, every fiber of his being straining to touch, to taste, to finally allowed himself to succumb to the relentless maelstrom of need you awoke in him.

The simmering tension had grown nearly unbearable in recent months, finally culminating in an impasse one humid summer night...

The summer night was thick and sultry, the air heavy with humidity that seemed to cling to exposed skin like a damp veil. Akutagawa could feel perspiration beading along his hairline as he made his way through the Port Mafia's dimly lit corridors towards your quarters.

There had been a mission earlier that evening - a relatively straightforward information retrieval, but one that had still required your collective skills. As always, you operated with the same brutal finesse that he had come to admire and crave witnessing with an almost physical ache.

Now, with the adrenaline had ebbing from his veins, Akutagawa found his thoughts turning inevitably back towards you. His steps carried him in your direction without conscious thought, body seeming to operate on autopilot as if drawn in by its own powerful gravity well.

He told himself it was simply to go over the mission debrief one final time before submitting the report. But a deeper part of him knew that was merely the flimsy excuse his fevered mind clung to for justification. The truth was, he merely ached to be in your presence again, consequences be damned.

When he reached your door, he raised his hand to knock out of ingrained habit and propriety. But he hesitated at the last moment, fingers hovering just millimeters from the weathered wood. From the other side, he could hear the faint sounds of movement - no doubt you were already back, unwinding with whatever nightly routine you indulged in.

The thought of catching you in those unguarded private moments had shameful heat licking up the back of Akutagawa's neck. He shouldn't be here, not without announcement or purpose. This went beyond the lingering tension constantly sparking between you two. This was treading into territory that, if finally acknowledged, could irrevocably alter the delicate threads holding your bond together.

Just as he started to draw his hand back, there was a soft thump from inside followed by a muffled curse slipping through the door's thin barrier like silk. Akutagawa's breath caught in his throat as he instantly recognized your voice - low and gravelly in a way that sparked firebrands of pure want lancing straight through to his core.

There was the soft whisper of fabric shifting, falling away - no doubt you were starting to undress for the evening. Akutagawa knew he should leave, right that second before he somehow forged across a line that could never be uncrossed.

But his feet seemed leaden, rooted to the spot as those mundane sounds of your nightly routine echoed to him louder than thunderclaps. His imagination eagerly painted the visuals for him - the slow, sensuous shedding of clothing and gear until you were finally bared before his mind's eye. The urge to see that imagining made reality twisted his insides with searing intensity.

Another soft thump came from inside - the weighty clunk of boots being kicked off perhaps? Then the creak of what had to be the bed frame shifting under your weight as you settled onto it.

Akutagawa was rapidly losing what little remained of his quickly fraying restraint and composure. Heat blazed through his veins at just the mere thought of you laid out in repose mere feet away, potentially as exposed and vulnerable as he had ever seen you. A merciless tide of need crashed through him, leaving a raging tempest of lust burning in its wake.

He had to get out of here before he did something rash, something idiotic and reckless that could shatter the fragile rapture between you two. Steeling himself, he wrenched his gaze from the door and turned on his heel to flee.

That's when the distinct sound of your breathy moan ghosted through the thin barrier, freezing Akutagawa in his tracks as if he'd been struck by lightning.

It was a barely-there whisper of sound, carried on the heavy air. But there was no mistaking the raw vein of pleasure and need that single exhalation conveyed. Akutagawa's pulse kicked up several notches as his mind instantly rebelled against him, conjuring up images he suddenly couldn't seem to banish no matter how hard he tried.

You, sprawled out naked and wanton on your bed mere feet away. One of your hands stroking teasingly over the soft curves and planes of newly exposed flesh as the other drifted lower to caress at the juncture between your thighs...

A strangled groan very nearly tore itself free from Akutagawa's throat as his arousal spiked so violently it nearly whited out his vision. He could feel his cock rapidly swelling, growing painfully hard beneath the constraint of his clothing.

Another breathy keen reached his ears, followed by the unmistakable rhythmic creak of bedsprings shifting under a rocking motion. Akutagawa's mouth went dry as cotton as he pieced together what had to be happening just on the other side of that door.

You were touching yourself. Right there, so very close by, putting on an unwitting performance just for him as your gasps and muffled mewls of pleasure carried through to tease his senses into a fever pitch.

His feet seemed to move of their own volition, carrying him those last few steps until he was pressed up against the door - drawn in like a moth to a flame despite his mind screaming at him to turn back. He leaned his weight into the solid wood, hands splaying out as if to brace himself against the torrent of need crashing through his body.

From here, he could hear every punched-out breath, every tiny whimper as you pleasured yourself just on the other side. He squeezed his eyes shut, jaw clenching until he tasted blood as he tried in vain to block out the mental images...

You, back arched in ecstasy off the bed as your hand worked between your legs with increasing urgency. Soft panted cries spilling shamelessly from your lips as you chased that blissful peak, completely oblivious to your unintended audience straining to maintain his unraveling composure.

Coherent thought was rapidly becoming an impossibility as Akutagawa was swiftly overwhelmed by the full force of his need for you. His hips jerked helplessly, rutting against the solid plane of the door as another strangled whine filled the air. He couldn't tell if it came from you or was torn from his own throat.

Everything felt scorching hot, heavy with the unmistakable musk of arousal. He was drowning in it, going under the roiling tsunami of pure lust with no chance of salvation. Only one thought seemed to cut through the fevered haze - the all-consuming urge to claim you as his own finally made manifest.

He found himself shakily gripping the door handle, every muscle in his body tensed and thrumming with electric anticipation. One twist of his wrist was all it would take to throw the door open and end this aching torment in a single blazing collision of want and need finally being indulged.

His hand trembled there, hovering over that last razor's edge keeping you both separated. Just one push, one burning leap across that yawning chasm, and everything between you would be shattered and remade into something primal and new...

Akutagawa's hand remained frozen on the door handle, suspended in that breathless moment of indecision. Every nerve ending in his body seemed to be firing on overdrive, screaming at him to throw caution aside and finally satisfy this relentless, smoldering want that had been steadily consuming him.

Just one push was all it would take to irrevocably shatter the fragile tension thrumming between you - to finally act on the undeniable, molten undercurrent of desire that had been simmering for far too long. He could already vividly envision the scene that would instantly unfurl:

The door crashing open, disrupting your intimate moment. Your eyes going wide with shock and vulnerability before quickly narrowing with a mixture of challenge and dark promise as you registered his presence. No words would be exchanged, only a heated collision of bared souls laid out for stark honesty at last.

Akutagawa's restraint had started to fray into gauzy threads barely tethering his control in place. He could feel the muscles in his arm tensing, straining against the decision to finally make that fateful move and breach all remaining barriers. Just one indrawn breath, one purposeful twist of his wrist, and there would be no going back...

Then, a harsh sound like tearing fabric rent through the charged air - the distinct noise of something being knocked over in the room beyond. It was abruptly followed by a guttural groan that most certainly did not sound born of pleasure this time.

Akutagawa felt the fever-pitch tension within him dissipating like a doused flame as reality reasserted itself. You weren't...you had been engaged in something entirely different based on those sounds, something likely related to treating an injury or other discomfort judging by the tone.

Shame and embarrassment came crashing down on him in equal measure, his arousal quickly wilting under the sobering realization of just how indecently his mind had run away with him over mere assumptions. He ripped his hand away from the door handle as if it had become searing hot, stumbling back a few paces with harsh, shuddering breaths.

What in the hell had he been about to do? Violate your privacy, your trust, all because he couldn't master his own base impulses and urges? The thought made him feel vaguely nauseous, disgusted with himself for allowing his wants to supersede all rationality and decorum.

Pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes, Akutagawa turned and hurried away from your door - desperate to put as much distance between him and the source of this unsettling incident as possible. He needed space to regain his composure, to lock away the raging tempest of desire that seemed determined to pull him under every time you came within a certain radius.

As he fled into the night, one horrible truth continued gnawing at his consciousness like an ineradicable parasite:

This deepening obsession, this spiral into depravity...it had to be brought to heel immediately before he did something even worse than merely entertain indecent thoughts and assumptions. If he couldn't regain control over his weakness soon, he risked utterly shattering the precious bond you two had been sustaining against all odds.

And that outcome was quite simply...unacceptable.

No matter how intense this fire raged within him, he could not - would not - lose sight of what truly mattered. Even if it ultimately consumed him from the inside out, he vowed he would find the strength to keep you from getting burned as well.

He had to... for both of your sakes.

The weeks following that charged encounter outside your door were a spiraling descent into barely-restrained torment for Akutagawa. No matter how vigorously he attempted to regain control over his wayward thoughts and urges, they always managed to blaze wilfully back to life the second you entered his vicinity.

Your mere presence seemed to act like a match singeing the tinder of his deepest desires these days. The slightest motion or murmur from you was enough to rekindle the raging want simmering beneath Akutagawa's rigorously enforced surface composure. He found his eyes hungrily tracing the curves of your body whenever you moved, his gaze lingering perhaps a fraction too long whenever you bent or stretched.

It was becoming progressively harder to play off his distraction or attribute the heightened heat in his stare to anything other than naked longing. You began shooting him quizzical looks whenever you'd catch him openly drinking in the sight of you. A slight furrow would crease your brow, lips parting ever-so-slightly as if on the precipice of giving voice to a probing question.

But Akutagawa would simply look away, jaw clenched until he was sure he had mastered himself enough to meet your searching gaze without betraying the inferno of hunger consuming him from the inside out. He took to avoiding extended periods of being alone with you, worried that even his formidable restraint might inevitably shatter if left too long subjected to the temptation of your presence.

This maddening dance could not be sustained indefinitely though, and you both knew it. The tension showed no signs of dissipating, only furthering ratcheting tighter and tighter like a steadily tightening vice grip. Until finally, something gave way with an Earth-shattering jolt.

It happened during a routine sparring session, one of the relatively rare instances where Akutagawa could no longer excuse avoiding you with other matters. You moved together in that deadly, hypnotic tango of give-and-take, strike-and-counter, that had become as natural as breathing long ago.

But this time, every collision of bodies, every heated exchange seemed to be supercharged by the thick undercurrents roiling just beneath. Akutagawa bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste copper in an effort to maintain focus, but his gaze kept flickering to the sheen of sweat glistening along the exposed column of your throat.

He wanted nothing more than to chase the path of those dewy beads trailing downward with his tongue, to drink in the taste of your overheated skin and subtle musk of exertion. The muscle memory of your bodies moving in tandem took on an insidious new tenor as baser wants began bleeding into every brush of contact.

Then it happened -- some minute misstep or fleeting lapse of concentration leaving just enough of an opening. Akutagawa felt his world pivot and suddenly he found himself pinned underneath you, torsos pressed flush and legs tangled as you straddled his hips. The position seemed to rob all remaining oxygen from the room as your heated proximity overwhelmed his senses.

You were so close, he could trace the patterns of your pulse hammering away just beneath the thin sheen of sweat along your neck. Could feel the warmth of your rapid breaths ghosting across his face as you both froze in the sudden shocked stillness. Your eyes had gone wide, lips parted around a ragged inhalation as your gazes crashed together with unavoidable intensity.

For a suspended heartbeat, the world seemed to halt its spinning as that same molten question hung unvoiced between you: What now?

The unstoppable force had finally met the immovable object in this loaded tangle of limbs and Want. Every nerve in Akutagawa's body was straining, crying out to finally seize this precipice and resolve the unbearable tension thrumming like a livewire between you once and for all.

All it would take was simply leaning up those last few instants to seal his mouth over yours in a searing confession. To finally put voice to the screaming desperation that had been slowly tearing him apart from the inside for far too long. This was the breaking point, he could feel it reverberating through his very marrow....

But just as Akutagawa felt his resolve starting to splinter and disintegrate, you seemed to reach some internal decision. Your expression transmuted in an instant - eyes hardening into that achingly familiar look of determination and focus he knew so well as you forcibly mastered control over yourself.

In a single, sinuous movement you had disentangled and rolled off of him, leaving Akutagawa reeling and bereft in the empty space where your body's welcomed weight had been mere moments before. You stood and brushed off your clothes, not quite able to meet his eyes as you muttered something about calling an end to sparring for today.

Then you turned on your heel and left without another word, every line of your body radiating a tension so tightly strung it seemed one errant motion might cause the whole thing to unravel entirely.

Akutagawa could only remain sprawled there for several dazed moments, staring sightlessly at the point where you'd disappeared as the flames of his craving slowly banked back into smoldering embers. Another miss timed breath away from detonation, narrowly skirted at the last possible instant.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep weathering these bone-rattling reprieves, these fragmenting shards of control they both appeared to be clinging to by a single diminishing thread. The hungers clearly would not be starved or denied forever. At this accelerating pace, the dam seemed fated to burst sooner rather than later.

When it finally did...Akutagawa could scarcely begin to fathom just how cataclysmic the torrent would prove to be.

In the days and weeks following that fateful sparring session, the air seemed to thicken with a heavy, charged tension unlike anything Akutagawa had experienced before. No matter where he went or what tasks occupied his time, he could feel the weight of it surrounding him - an omnipresent force drawing his thoughts inexorably back towards you.

You, for your part, seemed to be maintaining a studied distance and aloofness that did little to soothe Akutagawa's furiously burning need. If anything, your avoidance and sudden emotional remove only stoked the smoldering embers into an inferno of sorts. He found himself actively seeking you out, hungry for even the smallest interaction or exchange like a man being teased with mere droplets of relief after wandering the desert.

Lingering looks, brushes of contact that lasted perhaps a second too long, the barest hint of your unique scent carrying on the air - any tiny crumb of your presence was instantly snatched up and hungrily devoured. Akutagawa realized with some dim sort of dawning horror that he was rapidly losing whatever remained of his tattered restraint and control where you were concerned.

This singular, all-consuming obsession was quickly metastasizing into the sole driving force propelling him through each day. Trivial matters like eating, sleeping, carrying out orders - all of it became stunningly inconsequential when compared to simply laying eyes on you or catching the barest hint of your presence nearby. An ache, both physical and psychological, seemed to take root - throbbing incessantly until it grew into the only constant in Akutagawa's world.

He knew, logically, that this degree of unhealthy fixation could not be allowed to persist. It represented an unforgivable weakness, a crack in his steadily reinforced emotional armor that could easily be exploited by anyone wise enough to notice. The fact that you appeared to be the sole vector causing this crumbling deterioration only seemed to make the vice squeezing his heart clench tighter.

Because despite how erratic and unbalancing this maelstrom of want raging through him had become, some deeply buried part of Akutagawa was terrified of what it might mean to actually sate this howling need - or worse, to have it rejected entirely. To finally act on the wildfire convulsing through his veins only to be met with revulsion or disgust from the one person whose regard he found himself violently craving above all others.

So he attempted to regain control through stubborn avoidance and sheer force of will, doubling down on the emotional barriers he'd erected over years of conditioning his mind and body to remain indifferent to such human vulnerabilities. If he could not extinguish this undignified hunger, he would take rein in with an iron fist until it withered away into irrelevance once more.

Except...every attempt at willful suppression only led to eventual eruptions of need that left him shaken and weakened in their wake. Like an ailing dam failing to contain the relentless torrent surging against its crumbling barriers.

It all finally came to a head one sultry summer evening, when Akutagawa's usual practiced avoidance faltered at the worst possible moment. He had ducked into the Port Mafia's training rooms, desperate to lose himself in the rote physicality of conditioning exercises. Anything to force his mind into blissful emptiness and respite from YOUR inescapable presence ricocheting through his psyche.

Except when he rounded the corner into the large open area, you were already there - standing in a loose ready stance before one of the heavy punching bags, your back turned towards the entrance. Akutagawa's steps faltered instantly as his gaze hungrily drank in the flex and glide of sinewy muscles visible beneath your sweat-sheened tank top.

He watched, utterly transfixed, as you twisted your hips and launched into a devastating combination - your entire body a lithe, coiled force temporarily given form before exploding into controlled violence. The punching bag rattled dangerously in its chain with each bone-jarring impact, but you never broke rhythm.

A thin sheen of sweat rapidly emerged along your skin, your breath coming in sharp exhalations that Akutagawa could hear even from his position frozen in the entryway. Heat blazed to life low in his belly as he shamelessly allowed his hungry stare to roam over every inch of you - taking in the way your wild hair stuck to the back of your neck, the graceful arch of your spine as you twisted and struck in an endless loop of sinuous, predatory movements.

Akutagawa felt his mouth go dry as a fresh bead of sweat trailed down the side of your neck, disappearing tantalizingly beneath the collar of your top. He felt an overwhelming urge to stride across the room, crowd up behind you and chase that errant droplet's path with his tongue. To finally indulge in tasting the saltiness of your overheated skin and feel your rapid pulse fluttering against his lips.

His hands clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides as he fought against the compulsion to close the distance between you. From this angle, he could make out the flexing ropes of muscle in your arms and shoulders with each punishing strike thrown - palpable strength harnessed in a form that sang to something primal low in his core.

Rational thought was rapidly becoming an impossibility as Akutagawa surrendered to the singular focus of simply...watching you. Drinking in every minute detail and storing it away to savor like a lifeline anchoring his sanity against the raging tempest. The way your chest heaved with each rasping inhalation, the tiny furrow of concentration between your brows, the sheer coiled power lying in wait beneath your sweat-slicked skin just begging to be unleashed.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there, rooted to that spot and utterly entranced. But suddenly you were twisting around, shooting him a look over your shoulder that had all the air forcibly expelling from Akutagawa's lungs in a harsh exhale. Your eyes had gone molten and heavy-lidded, lips parted enticingly as you wordlessly held his sidelong stare.

It was a challenge as much as it was an unspoken question - that same weighted tension crackling through the space between you like profane static. Akutagawa forgot how to breathe, mesmerized under the heat of your regard and the sudden realization that you were fully aware of the effect you were having on him.

And worse...you didn't seem to mind it in the slightest.

In that suspended moment, every nerve ending in Akutagawa's body felt electrified and over-sensitized - like the smallest shift in the world around him might make the taut line he'd been walking towards oblivion suddenly fray and snap entirely. He couldn't tear his eyes away from yours, utterly paralyzed yet still straining towards you with every fiber of his being.

It was too much and not nearly enough all at once. The Pandora's box of want laid out in searing clarity between you, mere inches from finally being torn open once and for all. He could see the rapid flutter of your pulse beating just beneath the hollow of your throat, smell the musky ozone of your exertion surrounding him like a physical force.

Then, just as Akutagawa felt his restraint beginning to slip entirely, you broke the loaded tableau with a sharp indrawn breath. Your gaze drifted away from his as you reached up to swipe away the sheen of sweat from your brow. When you looked back, your expression had shifted back towards its usual cool inscrutability.

"I need to clean up," you murmured, turning away to gather your things without a backwards glance. "Don't wear yourself out too much."

The tension shattered like a broken spell as you brushed past Akutagawa without another word, leaving him to experience the metaphorical whiplash of having the coiled vice around his heart both tighten and loosen in the same staggering instant. He could only stand there, chest heaving as if he'd just run for miles, trying to process what had just occurred.

This...this could not continue in such a maddening vortex. Not if he wanted to maintain even a semblance of his battered sanity and self-restraint. One way or another, something was going to have to finally give way before the precarious threads holding this fragile rapture between you both frayed beyond repair.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could withstand feeling like a man being tortured within an inch of his life, only to be callously yanked back from the sweet release of oblivion at the last possible instant. The hungers already threatened to reduce him into something primal and uncontrolled - a danger to you as much as himself.

As your lingering scent slowly dissipated around him, Akutagawa came to a decision. This cyclical game could not be permitted to persist unchecked any longer. He would take matters into his own hands, one way or another, and seek a resolution...

...before one of them wound up getting irreparably burned by the inferno raging ever hotter between you.

The following days found Akutagawa increasingly consumed by his singleminded determination to force a confrontation - to finally shatter the fragile stalemate you had both been treading and either purge these relentless hungers entirely or have them violently sated once and for all.

He pushed himself to utter distraction during training sessions and missions, operating at a ferocious new peak of intensity. As if by purging every ounce of his formidable darkness onto his surroundings, he could temporarily slake the insatiable thirst driving him ever nearer to the edge of control when it came to you.

But it was a temporary balm at best. Because the second you materialized anywhere in his vicinity, it was like all the air was sucked from the room in a searing vacuum. Akutagawa's entire universe seemed to grind down to that singular point of gravity he couldn't tear himself away from no matter how he willed it.

The scorching path of your movements, every subtle shift of muscle and flutter of pulse - he catalogued it all with the razor focus of a starving man who has caught the barest whiff of sustenance. His body practically hummed with unrealized tension, thrumming like a livewire about to arc violently in any direction it was provoked.

You had to feel the molten weight of his stare flickering over you at all times now, yet you carried on with maddening nonchalance. As if you were blissfully unaware of the roiling tsunami of need crashing against Akutagawa's weakening restraints every time you were near.

The facade of indifference you projected cut him deeper than any blade. He saw it for what it truly was - a final test, a gauntlet thrown down challenging him to be the one to shatter propriety and give voice to the pleas hammering for freedom inside his ribcage.

The desperation burned hotter and brighter until Akutagawa could scarcely see anything else beyond the bonfire of his obsession. It took every ounce of white-knuckled composure not to simply slam you up against the nearest surface and put his mouth on yours in a searing brand of possession.

This dance was going to reach its feverish climax soon whether either of you willed it or not. The wanting, the ravenous ache roaring through his veins, had grown into an insatiable force of nature unto itself. And Akutagawa could feel his weakening grip on the reins as it slowly started to drag him under those turbulent waters entirely.

Which is why he finally took the drastic step of luring you into his space under the barest veneer of decorum, scarcely clinging to one last strand of protocol. He requested your presence under the guise of needing to discuss an upcoming assignment, using the thinnest thread of plausible deniability as his cover.

When you arrived with that inscrutable look etched across your features, he could feel the thunderous pounding of his pulse spike in anticipation. This would be it - the final line drawn, demanding you both confront what had been simmering between you for far too long.

Akutagawa wasted no time in pleasantries once you settled in across from him. He simply fixed you with a look of searing intensity, worrying his bottom lip as if wrestling with where to even begin addressing the massive rift that had cracked wide open in the space between them.

"We cannot continue on like this," he finally grated out, the muscle in his jaw ticking visibly with tension. "This...situation, between us. It's becoming untenable at best. Dangerous at worst."

You regarded him coolly from beneath hooded lids, betraying not a flicker of reaction beyond a slight tightening around your eyes. "Is that so?" came your measured reply.

Akutagawa nearly growled out loud at your apparent indifference despite the maelstrom raging within him. "You cannot tell me you haven't felt the escalating tension as well. That you haven't noticed..." He trailed off, pulse spiking as his throat suddenly went dry with the enormity of what he was about to give breath to.

You remained utterly inscrutable and maddeningly silent in the wake of his unfinished confession. The weight of that weighted pause seemed to swell around Akutagawa until he felt utterly unmoored, drifting without an anchor as everything finally came hurtling towards him.

"I'm drowning in wanting you," he rasped out in a harsh undertone, the words escaping like shrapnel tearing through the steel bands of propriety. "I can hardly look at you without feeling consumed by this scorching need clawing at me constantly."

There, he'd said it - given horrifying life to the admission that had been threatening to immolate him from the inside out. Now nothing could halt the flood of pent-up feeling once the gates had finally been opened.

"I'm haunted by thoughts of you no matter where I go or what I do. It's a relentless cycle of craving that has pushed me to the very brink of control. And I can no longer escape the suspicion that you've felt the same...yet you continually seem to dangle the prospect of reprieve before me, only to snatch it away at the last instant."

His hands were fisted tightly on the desktop, body taut as an overdrawn bowstring as he struggled to maintain whatever tattered shreds of composure remained. "So tell me, once and for all - am I deluding myself here? Or have you been stringing me along in this torment in silence? I need to know...before I well and truly snap beyond the point of no return."

The silence that fell between you then was utterly deafening, ringing through the space like Akutagawa had uttered something truly obscene rather than admitted to one of the most viscerally human conditions. He watched you, chest heaving, as you seemed to study him through narrowed eyes.

Then, almost infinitesimally slow and deliberate, the corners of your lips curved upwards into the barest semblance of a smirk.

The smirk playing across your lips sent a cascading shiver down Akutagawa's spine, though from trepidation or dark anticipation he couldn't be sure. You leaned back in your chair, regarding him with a heady look that made his pulse spike traitorously.

"Well, well..." you murmured, voice taking on a low, sultry timbre that immediately flooded Akutagawa's veins with molten heat. "Isn't this an...unexpected development."

You let the weighted pause linger for a beat, eyes roving over him in an almost palpable caress that had his throat turning to sandpaper. "Though I can't say I'm entirely surprised you've finally reached the breaking point, Akutagawa. A man can only deprive himself of what he craves for so long before the hunger becomes...insatiable."

The last word was practically purred, laden with undisguised promise that made his arousal surge almost painfully. You seemed to revel in his poorly contained reaction, gaze darkening with an intensity he'd never seen from you before as the true depth of your feelings was laid bare.

"Did you think I was oblivious to the smoldering looks? The physical restraint simmering just beneath that implacable exterior every time we were in proximity?" You tsked softly, shaking your head in a subtly chiding manner. "I'm not so blind, nor as unaffected as I may have led you to believe."

Your gaze grew hooded, a spark of something wild and feral glinting through as you continued in a low purr. "There were times where I could practically feel the weight of your stare caressing over me like a physical touch. Do you have any idea how intoxicating that is? To be so ravenously desired by a man of your intensity, yet have that razor's edge of control preventing anything from being sated..."

Akutagawa swallowed hard, feeling like the air had been forcibly expelled from his lungs as the first slivers of satisfaction at having his torment finally acknowledged made themselves known. You weren't untouched by the torrential undercurrents, you had simply been the immovable object against which his overwhelming tide crashed repeatedly in vain.

Until now, it seemed. Now that he had finally shattered the flimsy dam of propriety through sheer desperation, allowing everything to spill forth in a cataclysmic rush of truth. That feral glint in your gaze only seemed to intensify as you clearly picked up on his sharp inhalation and visible reaction.

"So tell me," you practically purred, leaning forward over the desk in a sinuous movement that had Akutagawa's mouth going dry with want. "Now that the floodgates have opened and you've admitted to the all-consuming thirst you've been harboring for me...what comes next? What does a man like you do when the object of his devastatingly intense desire is no longer kept at arm's length by invisible barriers?"

The undisguised challenge - no, blatant invitation - laden in your words obliterated what little remained of Akutagawa's restraint in a blinding supernova. Before conscious thought could even reassert itself, he had risen from his seat in a blindingly swift movement, rounding the obstruction between you.

You regarded him with heavy-lidded eyes and a quirk of your lips as he advanced, apparently not at all put off by his sudden proximity or the scorching intensity radiating off him in waves. If anything, your expression only seemed to sharpen further with undisguised hunger at having provoked this uncaged reaction at last.

"Well?" You breathed out as Akutagawa suddenly cupped the back of your neck in one large palm, fingertips brushing over your thundering pulse point. "Are you going to take what you've been starving for? Or was this just the feverish ramblings of a man who can't back up his smoldering bravado when finally conf-"

The rest of your taunting words were abruptly swallowed by Akutagawa's searing kiss as he finally bridged the last scant distance in a crashing wave of possession and unleashed obsession...

Akutagawa's kiss was utterly overwhelming in its intensity - an explosive collision born of too much pent-up desperation and volcanic want finally being released. There was no coyness or tentative exploration, only an unrestrained claiming as months of smoldering obsession poured forth in a searing brand.

You immediately melted into his bruising embrace with a muffled sound of approval, seemingly savoring the unadulterated ferocity he brought to bear. Your fingers threaded roughly through his hair, blunt nails scoring lines of delicious friction against his scalp as you eagerly matched his fervid passion.

There was an undercurrent of wildness, of two predators finally giving in to their primal urges and indulging in the gloves-off battle for dominance they had both been silently spoiling for. Teeth nipped at swollen lips, throats arched wantonly to offer better access as roaming hands grew increasingly emboldened in their exploration.

Akutagawa couldn't get enough of the taste of you flooding across his senses - the unique notes of lust and power and sheer unapologetic hunger all combining into an intoxicating blend he knew he would forever be chasing. He swallowed down your breathy keens and growled imprecations like they were the very air allowing him to keep surviving this maddening cycle of want and need spiraling ever tighter.

Finally, your nails raked over a sensitive cluster of nerves at the nape of his neck, causing his hips to shamelessly grind forward in a blatant demand for more friction. You hummed deep approval against his lips at the undisguised proof of what you did to him, allowing one long leg to casually hook around his as you pulled his weight flush against you.

"Insatiable," you murmured thickly between heated kisses, "I could feel your lust burning me from across rooms, begging to be indulged."

Something low in Akutagawa's abdomen clenched violently at the unapologetic words tumbling from your thoroughly ravaged lips. He growled deep in his chest, teeth scraping over the racing pulse point at your neck in a pointed reminder of just how utterly feral and uncaged his want for you had become.

"Say it again," he rumbled in a low rasp, the demand unmistakable as his hand went to fist in your hair. He punctuated his words by subtly rocking his hardness against you, relishing your full-bodied shudder and skittering exhale.

You seemed to instinctively know what he was after - that final taunting acknowledgment that you recognized the rapturous extent of his depravity where you were concerned. Your dazed gaze locked onto his, eyes molten with banked challenge before your lips curved in a ghost of a smirk.

"So eager for me," you husked out before surging up to seal your mouth over his once more in a searing, needful dance. As if speaking the truth out loud could do nothing to slake your own flames from finally being stoked as well.

Akutagawa practically snarled with gratification, his final tattered restraints violently unwinding under the full validation of his ferocious appetite being recognized and matched by your own. He gathered you up in his arms without breaking the frantic give-and-take, spinning to hoist you up onto the desk and step between your splayed thighs without missing a beat.

The hard line of his cock was now flush, almost painfully insistent, against your heated pussy. You undulated against the unrelenting friction like a woman possessed, seeming to egg him on towards claiming the sating reprieve you had both been hurtling inevitably towards all along.

It was all a dizzying rush of sensation, of hands greedily mapping over overheated skin and hungry mouths devouring each other. Akutagawa could not recall the last time he'd ever experienced a release so overwhelmingly euphoric and bone-rattling as when he finally claimed the ultimate prize.

As he sank into your impossibly tight heat, surrounded by your scent and enveloped in your welcoming heat, Akutagawa knew that the world had fundamentally changed. It had been irreparably altered on the fundamental level where a man can no longer imagine a time before the object of his deepest wants and hungers was there, surrounding him, sating his every carnal need and more.

As your hips ground together and your fingernails dug into his biceps in a wordless plea for harder, deeper, faster, Akutagawa felt a new hunger awaken. One that would be all the more insatiable for having been denied the satisfaction of satiating it for so long.

One that would likely drive him to the brink of madness, and perhaps over the edge entirely, if ever given the chance to truly sate it.

And judging by the way your eyes were glittering with equal measures of awe and wanton desire as your gazes crashed together in the hazy glow, Akutagawa suspected that the sentiment was more than mutual.

After all...there was no denying the danger lurking within a man who could not escape the pull of the object of his deepest, darkest, most undeniably human desire.

[whispytrees]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲!

Warning: ass slapping, vulgar language

A/n: This was purely for funsies and entertainment bc I was bored and this is the only thing that came to my head 😭

sypnosis: (Gn!reader) fluff

You are in a established relationship with the character and slapping their bootaytay

Characters: Dazai, kunikida, chuuya, Akutagawa

𝙊𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝘿𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙞:

It would be one of those lazy Saturdays that you and Dazai occasionally have, where you both just stay inside all day because either of you aren’t busy and have nothing to do. Dazai would be standing near the kitchen counter, resting his elbow and forearms on the counter, book in hand and leaning the rest of his body back. Well to you, it was a rather attractive sight. You couldn’t help but walk past him and give his booty a little smack which immediately sparked a reaction out of him. He looked back at you with a surprised look on his face while you only smirked in return.

He chuckled and raised one of his eyebrows “excuse me?”

“Your excused.” You quickly respond as you continued to walk and go on with your day, but before you could process anything you felt arms clasp around you waist and drag you into pure comfort of a back hug. “Huh?!”

“You got what you wanted didn’t you?” You looked up at him confused, noticing a big smirk sitting on his gorgeous face, some fly away stands on his cheek and forehead since he hovered over you. “You wanted a reaction out of me didn’t you? Well here you are.” He bent down and kissed your cheek, smothering pecks on your face until he finally reached your lips, leaving a long lasting passionate kiss. “What made you do that anyways?” He asked curiously once he pulled away, tightening the grip on your waist.

“Oh I don’t know..I couldn’t resist.” You shrug innocently, avoiding all eye contact which he seemed to notice.

“You couldn’t resist..? Smacking my butt..?” He laughed at the situation at hand.

“Yessss…? Like I said! I couldn’t help it!” You shrug once more while letting out a devilish giggle.

“Oh..well….I hope you don’t mind me doing this then.” He smirked once more and slapped your ass, before walking away and back to his original spot, leaving you there speachless.

𝘿𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤 𝙆𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙖:

It was a nice and sunny day, yet kunikida was prioritizing his work rather then going out somewhere with you, well luckily for you; your not the type to give up so easily! So what’s the best thing to do other then pester your boyfriend? It was a empty office, the only thing residing in it was kunikida, as he stood by the offices printer, printing the paperwork needed for tomorrows meeting. “Honey~” you call out to him with a seductive tone, quietly walking up behind him so you can peak over his shoulder.

But before he could even turn his head to look back at you he feels something grabbing his ass and giving it a slight slap, immediately he jumped and grabbed his ass, turning around to hide himself from you. “W-what are you doing?!” Their was a slight quiver in his voice, but you couldn’t help but snicker from his reaction.

“Why whats wrong? You don’t like it?” You frown, trying to play innocent in front of your boyfriend who could see right through your act like glass. He fixed his glasses and pushed them back to their original position, releasing a awkward cough and hum into his fist before speaking again.

“There’s other ways to get my attention sweetheart.” You could see a sweat roll down his forehead as he let out a defeated sigh, only giving you the confidence to tease him further.

“yeah..your right…I’m sorry…I was just missing you because I felt that you weren’t paying any attention to me today…” He just gently smiles at you and puts your hair behind your ear, you weren’t necessarily lying though, he was busy all day and didn’t have enough time to pay attention to you and your needs.

“Ah, well…i had some unfinished paperwork I had to finish hun..I didn’t realize..” He opened his arms for a hug which you quickly oblidged, joining him for a warm embrace. “Once I finish printing these papers I promise I’ll take you out somewhere nice to eat.” You feel a gentle kiss on the crown of your head as you gave him a soft nod.

Once you both start to grow apart he suddenly feels something grabbing his bottom again, he looks down and notices your arm curved around his waist and grabbing his ass.

“YYYYY/NNNNNN!”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t resist!

𝘾𝙝𝙪𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖:

Something you hated about your boyfriend chuuya is how much attention he gets from others, he’s always on business trips or some type of secret mission. It’s honestly annoying since anytime you try to have some alone time with him he always gets called in for work.

Although he promises to make it up to you each time and he usually does, it’s just upsetting because you don’t get to spend as much time with your boyfriend as you wish too. But that’s besides the point, you and chuuya were laying on the couch together, side by side with a glass of wine on the coffee table beside you, arms intertwined and legs twisted together in a knot, resting each others chest against one another.

Chuuya had his arms wrapped around your torso, resting them under your arms while he peered at his phone over your head. He seemed to be reading some articles, occasionally changing tabs to text his boss. You could hear his relaxed heart beat against yours, and the sounds of his soft breath, breathing softly into your ear, with the occasional ping on his phone once he got a text back.

“Awh shit..baby…” He spoke while releasing a devastated sigh, one you were all too familiar with. “Their calling me in hun.” He started sitting up to pick up a call as you gave him a groan because the warmth he produced left you.

“Again…? You do this every time.” You stuff your face into a nearby pillow and groan even louder then before to really show off how dissatisfied you are.

“Yeah, I know doll, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you I promise.” He leaned over and kissed the crown of your head before gently taking your face out of the pillow to give your cheek a little peck, immediately making your cheeks grow pink in flusteredness.

“Yeah yeah…I know…” You huff and roll your eyes, retrieving a chuckle out of him while he watched your reaction. “At least let me lead you out.” He nods before standing up from the couch and taking his wine glass in hand, chugging the wine down in one gulp. He walked over to the door and put on his coat and hat, before you got up and followed after him.

“Well? Where’s my kiss goodbye?” He said while staring into your eyes, leaning a bit closer to you, to break the distance. You quickly peck his lips which he seems to reciprocate then turns around towards the door to head out.

“Go get ‘em!”

Slap

Chuuya quickly jumped and grabbed his ass, feeling a slight tingle from the ass slap he just got. He looked back at you with a concerned and confused expression on his face, trying to figure out why you just did that. “What the hell was that about?!” He shouted at you.

“Whaaaat? I’m just wishing you a good luck!” You innocently shrugged, avoiding his piercing gaze at you.

“Wishing me good luck with a slap to my ass?!”

“Duh!”

He just scoffed and violently grabbed his keys, storming off with his hand on his ass so it wouldn’t be slapped again, muttering things under his breath which made you giggle.

𝘼𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙍𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙚:

The sounds of ruffled clothing filled the air as you watched Akutagawa get dressed for a mission he was called in for, he was buttoning up his white blouse and fixing his jabot ruffled collar and fixing up his ruffled sleeves. You couldn’t help but gaze over his back while he stood in his blouse and grey boxers.

“You look nice.” You gently spoke but loud enough for him to hear, he looked back at you curiously and raised a eyebrow before looking back at his ruffled sleeves.

“Thank you...but im just in my boxers?“ He had a rather suspicious tone in his voice, confused on why your complimenting him when he’s in such homey and lazy clothing.

“You always look nice hun.” You gently smirk, watching how his face slowly turns pink from your compliment. He turned back away and grabbed his pants, hiding his flustered face from you while lifting up his leg to put on his black pants.

But even before he could process what happened he felt a stinging pain on his ass cheek which made him jump in surprise, he looked around to see a figure beside him and a hand on his left ass cheek, right where it was slapped. Bullseye. “y/n, what in gods name are you doing?” He didn’t even have enough time to put on his pants and your already teasing him like this.

“Oh nothing in particular! Just being affectionate!” You giggle and give him a wink which he doesn’t fail to notice, making him blush even harder. You remove your hand from his ass and pull him in for a hug. “I don’t want you to leave…” you mumble into his shirt, tightening the grip around his waist with your arms. He seems rather surprised from your sudden outburst as he gently brushes the hair out of your face.

“Love, I’ll be back soon.” He nods before gently pushing you away from him, his hands grasping your shoulders as he glances down at you with his piercing grey eyes. Sighing, you nuzzle your face with his, making you both smile from the affectionate moment you two both shared. “I promise.”

You sit back down on the bed as you watch him finish get ready, pulling up his pants and fling on his long black jacket, a gorgeous gorgeous man.

Just as he was about to leave you stand up and walk over to him once again, you wish him a gentle ‘good luck’ and peck his cheek, he turns away from you to leave before feeling another hard smack on his ass making him jump once more. “JESUS!”

thank you so much for reading!! My requests are open as always!

[awoogayanderes]

KISS KISS OUT OF TROUBLE

➪ request : “HI there! I just thought of this while I was making my new account but like think off this Dazai, Atsushi and Akutagawa are on a mission at a party with their s/o and they get caught so they are running from the guards or something so them and their s/o had to pretend to be a couple making out in a hallway as to not get caught anyways love your writing! have a wonderful day!” - @ghostlyintervention

➪ warnings : slightly suggestive

➪ other notes : hey guys i’m back, it’s finally summer break, I’M SO HAPPY TO BE OUT OF SCHOOL !!! and thank you for the sweet message anon :) and also this was honestly trash but i wanted to write at 2 in the morning

Osamu Dazai :

- you two are often paired up, the agency knows how you two bounce off of each other making most missions successful

- however this one didn’t go as planned, your distraction didn’t woe over the people you wanted to woe over, instead it created chaos of anger with dazai right behind you

- this wasn’t a mission where physical altercation was a good idea, so when there’s no other plan, you and dazai fled

- your escape plan didn’t exactly work, with dazai purposely leading you to the wrong places

- your mind was spinning, trying to think of a plan before both of you got arrested

- that’s when you turn to dazai, a small smirk on his face, already knowing what to do

- you sighed, knowing this fell under his plan the whole time, in matter of seconds he was basically eating your mouth as disgusting as that sounds

- once the coast was clear, you pulled away, wheezing to yourself trying to catch your breathe while side eyeing dazai

- “how about we continue this later,” the bastard smirks at you before taking your hand and leading you to the proper exit

Atsushi Nakajima :

- it’s not too often that you’re paired with atsushi, everyone knowing how flustered he is around you, even months after starting your relationship

- now the dispute at this party wasn’t either of your fault, it was just someone recognizing you as an imposter, and that’s when both you and atsushi fled

- now, both of you didn’t exactly have a plan b, you didn’t think you’d need it

- obviously now it was a regretful mistake as you’ve wandered into the third dining hall, with guards right on your heels

- finally having some to breathe after being tucked into a corner, you quickly thought of a plan that involved both of you

- without a second thought, you lunged at atsushi, kissing him like your life depended on it, the poor boy was caught in shock but he went along with it

- he genuinely didn’t know it was some type of twisted plan of yours until the guards passed you by running not suspecting anything

- once that happens, you pull away, atsushi breathing hard being taken aback

- “please let me know the next time you do that, my heart can’t bare it” the white haired boy said with rosy cheeks

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa :

- it’s extremely rare for you and akutagawa to be together on a mission, mori doesn’t like to mix relationships with work

- his temper is what got both of you in trouble, he snapped at one of the party hosts, and with that, it started a huge fight

- while akutagawa was willing to kill everyone there, you managed to persuade him to not spill any blood on the shiny floors, instead just run

- both of you didn’t know where you were and aku’s grumbles of displeasure didn’t quite help

- that’s when you thought to yourself what the hell were you going to do to keep everyone alive and both of you out of trouble

- then an idea lit up, you slowly turned to akutagawa, “ryū please just go along with what i’m about to do,” you say and right as he was about to question you, you pushed your lips onto his, him almost pulling away

- it took all his might not to freak out on affection overload but it worked as no guards were chasing you now, instead running in the other direction

- as you pull back, akutagawa immediately turns around from you, face beet red

- “let’s just leave” he said, coughing into his hand, not looking back

[maislovebot]

200 followers event: kunikida & akutagawa nsfw abcs

Tysm for the request!! I hope you enjoy it!! I’m so sorry for taking so long to post this, I have no excuses😭 also because you requested two characters the blurbs are a little shorter than the Sigma one!!

Contains:

General: afab + gn reader, established relationship,

Letter C:

Kuni: breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, protected & unprotected sex

Aku: very slight breeding kink, mentions of hair pulling

Letter D:

Kuni: riding, mentions of him being a pleasure dom

Aku: fantasies of exhibitionism

Letter K:

Kuni: lingerie, breeding, praise (giving), implied overstim

Aku: exhibitionism, praise (giving), aftercare, marking (giving & receiving), biting/hickies/nail marks, intimacy, oral fixation

Letter U:

Kuni: teasing (giving & receiving)

Aku: teasing (giving and receiving)

Letter Y: Idk there isn’t really much of a warning for either of these

Kunikida:

Cum:

Kunikida does have a thing for breeding. His liking for it definitely isn’t as vibrant as some of his other kinks, but he most certainly enjoys it. He finds it so hot when you’re whining and wrapping your legs around his waist as you clench around him as he cums. Especially when you come with him. Kunikida does want a family one day, so that does fuel it. But he also just finds it so. Hot.

He is a responsible person though, so until the two of you decide to have a family (if you two ever decide to), he will use a condom. If you were to tell him that you were fine with him cumming inside, he would have a field day!

Dirty secret:

Kunikida is such a hard worker, isn’t he? Well, that doesn’t change in bed. He absolutely makes sure to try his hardest to make you feel satisfied when having sex. And especially after having sex. But he’s such a hard worker, he can get burnt out. So there’s a part of him that just wants to sit back and be taken care of every so often. He could never admit it! While this may not seem like a big deal to most people, being a hard worker is Kunikida’s number one goal. He wants to put in the most effort possible in every situation, and make it the best outcome for you, but sometimes he needs a break.

He can never bring himself to admit this, so you’d have to bring it up on a day where he’s particularly stressed and more susceptible. But god, has he fantasized about you hovering over his hips and bouncing on his cock while he nuzzles his face in your neck, guiding your hips with his hands. Thinking about the little noises you’d make when he leaves small licks to your neck, or the way your legs would shake when you get close is enough to get him going!

Kink:

Kunikida is fairly vanilla, with very few kinks. But there are some things that he really enjoys.

Lingerie:

Kunikida is a classy man, he loves seeing you in pretty clothes and nice accessories, and that remains true in the bedroom. He loves to buy you nice things sometimes, especially if he gets a bonus in his paycheck or something. Anytime you do as much as show him a bra-strap with lace on it, he’s all over you!

Breeding:

I went into this a fair amount in letter C, but he loves to cum inside. He doesn’t even want kids, at least not right now. He just loves the feeling. And if you two do decide to have kids, he’ll be using it as an opportunity to fuck you full of his cum. You’re going to be exhausted by the time he’s done with you anytime he decides to breed you!

Praise:

Kunikida is such a good person, he deserves some recognition, doesn’t he? He is always checking in on you, making sure you’re having a good time. Being given that verbal validation that he’s able to make you feel good makes him so proud! He never allows himself to get cocky, but maybe he can let himself let loose whenever you’re giving him endless compliments and praise.

Unfair:

He doesn’t particularly like to tease? I mean sure, he will if you tell him you enjoy it, but he wouldn’t go out of his way to. It’s the same when it comes to being teased. He’s down if you’re down, but if you tease him, expect him to be extra desperate once you finally let him come. He’s gonna be all over you, fucking you desperately.

Yearning:

Due to him being so busy all the time, it tends to fluctuate. He’ll go a week or so without really thinking about it much at all because of all the stress he’s under, but as soon as that stress is lifted, it all catches up to him. You two end up having sex every day! There will also be times where because he’s under so much stress, all he wants to do is get home and fuck you. He tries to not let it hinder his work, but it’s really hard when he’s so horny all the time.

Akutagawa:

Cum:

Akutagawa is relatively neutral on where he cums, but he does like the trust that it takes to let him come inside. He also likes the power dynamic it gives him when he does.

When it comes to you cumming, he always makes sure that you do. He loves the way your legs start shaking when you’re close, and how you pull his hair and hold his hands to help stabilize yourself. How you zone out when you finally reach your orgasm, nothing filling your mind besides the pure bliss that comes from his hands on your clit.

Dirty secret:

Secret exhibitionist? Yes!! While he would never actually do anything in public, after all, it’s way too intimate of a thing for him to do in public. If anyone were to take him down, it would be while you two are having sex, so he prefers to do it in the comfort of his own home. But god that does not mean that he doesn’t fantasize about it. Picturing someone walking in and seeing how good he makes you feel is such a hot idea to him. Especially if it’s someone that he considers to be an enemy. But the idea of an enemy actually seeing him in such a..compromising position is terrifying.

Kink:

Exhibitionism:

As I mentioned before, he likes the concept of exhibitionism, but he’d never actually act on it. He’ll sure as hell fantasize about it though.

Praise:

Akutagawa has a constant worry that you’re going to leave him, realizing that you deserve better than him (his words, not yours), so being told that he’s enough is so reaffirming. It makes him feel giddy, although he’d never show it. He especially loves it during the aftercare. Mumbling kind words into his ear while you’re half asleep, holding him close. After all, people are at their most honest when they’re tired.

Marking:

This ties into letter D, he loves the idea of people seeing how good he makes you feel. And he loves people seeing that you’re with him, and that he’s with you. He’ll bite your shoulder when he’s close to cumming, or dig his nails into your skin. He doesn’t really want to hurt you, it just happens in the moment, and even if he apologizes for hurting you, he’s proud. He also loves when you leave hickies or bite him because he’s so pale, so it’s almost vibrant against his skin.

Oral fixation:

He does love to get head, but it pales compared to eating you out. It’s almost as if he’s proving himself to you. ‘See how good I make you feel? See how you’re practically dripping?’ Are some of the thoughts running through his head. Not to mention how good you taste.

Unfair:

He quite enjoys teasing you. He won’t do it often, but he will gladly do it. Hearing the whines that leave your mouth makes him give the slightest smile into your skin. Especially because once he finally does let you cum, you’re so loud. It’s so built up, that your reactions are extra enthralling.

Yearning:

He has a pretty high sex drive. It does take him a long time to get comfortable with doing anything past grinding against you, but once he is, he’s never gonna stop. He’d have sex with you every day if you let him. If not, that’s fine, of course, but he does have quite the drive. It’s like an addiction. He’s addicted to the feeling. At least it’s a relatively healthy addiction!!

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I’m under a lot of stress so I think my immune system decided to glitch out on me and I’m sick so I’ll probably be taking yet another break😭 I’m so sorry about all the breaks I’m taking:( but I gotta work through this so that I can come back with better mental health, so the quality of my writing can improve!! I’ll probably be gone until next Friday, maybe sooner if I start feeling better