#Bsd x yn

[maidensveil]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷LOVESTRUCKੈ✩‧₊˚

sypnosis; the bsd men are just so inlove w/ u! but what are their habits that they gained and/or stopped when they began dating you??

pairings; dazai, kunikida, chuuya, fyodor, ango/reader

warnings; mentions of suicide in dazai’s part(it’s literally Dazai =/)

oh.. this menace.. (but everyone loves him so yuh). Being with DAZAI has a lot of ups and downs, especially since he’s trying to get you to commit suicide with him. But ever since you two started dating, he started spending less time trying to die and not doing anything productive, and always coming up with excuses just to be in your presence. Especially if you’re tired from working too much. He knows it’s bad to get close with someone because all the people he card about in his life either disappeared or just left him. That’s what KINDA makes his clingy personality. (Keyword: kinda, his other clingyness is just there bc he is generally clingy for no reason at all.) this man’s love u so much he will do anything you ask! You tell him to do his paperwork?? he’s immediately sitting down on his chair working like a normal person. (Kinda, bc if u say u’ll reward him with a kiss, he’ll do his work immediately!!) if you tell him to stop drinking?? OKAY ANYTHING FOR YOU!!<3

KUNIKIDA knows you aren’t really his ideal type in a woman, but can’t help but be drawn to you. Once you two began a relationship, Kunikida tends to neglect his notebook just to look out for you/take care for you. If you point it out, he’ll just brush it off. He’s also really protective of you, even if it’s a little thing. Like when he makes you tea/coffee or any warm drink you like, he always tell you to be careful when touching it in order not to burn your hands or tongue, and always scolds you when you do the opposite. I also have this lil headcanon; whenever you both go to work, he’ll always check the weather forecast before leaving and brings an umbrella when it’s too hot/rains. It doesn’t matter if he gets wet, his priority is you not getting sick!

CHUUYA is a stubborn, hotheaded guy. He never listens to anyone(unless it’s you or his boss.) Before you guys started dating, he was always in a pissy mood, probably because of his work or his subordinates. But when you two started a relationship, his chihuahua mood somewhat disappeared. Yes yes, he knows. He always had a soft spot for you. But he didn’t know it would go this far as to change his personality! (Well as long as no one insults him or you, then yeah he won’t go back to the chihuahua phase.) hell, even the port mafia noticed his sudden personality change. he’s always gentle with you, especially since he knows he’s the strongest ability user.

FYODOR doesn’t really like overworking. But he has to do it for “the sake of the world” apparently. So when you come into the picture, you have to practically force him each time to stop working to rest even for a moment, to the point when he actually stops working even without you telling him not to. It’s just that you always force him to rest, that it feels weird if he didn’t take a break now. He also stops biting his nails, because “you say it’s unhygienic”, he says. He also doesn’t sleep much, but since he likes loves your presence and whole being, he forces himself to fix himself and his whole well being. hey, if you’re gonna “save” the world, you might as well look good while at it, right?

like fyodor, ANGO also doesn’t like overworking, in fact he hates it. But it’s his job and he signed up for it so.. no excuses. Ango knows his whole job is very dangerous, and you could get involved in dangerous matters, so from time to time, he makes sure to check up on you by texting you or calling you. It doesn’t matter what it’s about though, he just wants needs a response to make sure you’re safe. Same goes for you. You sometimes just send him a quick text to check up on him. Whenever he gets a free day from work, you guys usually stay in and relax together or just roam around Yokohama, but he’s mostly indecisive and will only go with where you want to go to or what you want to make up for the times he never is around you<3

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[system-to-the-madness]

Nothing Extraordinary - Dazai Osamu x Reader

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: (angst to) fluff Word Count: 2 360 Warnings: use of (y/n), mentions of dying (nobody dies tho), Reader is scared Dazai doesn't love them Summary: Even after a year of dating there are three words Dazai and you have yet to exchange A/N: Happy Birthday to Dazai, even though his birthday is already over in Japan...

A soft exhale brushed over your slightly parted lips as you pressed “send” on the file you had spent the past three hours preparing. A look at the clock on your desktop screen told you, you it was only half past three, but the sun shining in through the windows of the Armed Detective Agency had already a strong orange tint.

Absentmindedly your gaze wandered over to your boyfriend’s desk, finding it empty. You wondered what kind of unimportant task Osamu had found this time to get around doing his paperwork.

Confused you tilted your head.

Taking a closer look at his desk that bordered yours, it seemed like the files Kunikida had piled on it this morning had already been moved to the “outgoing” folder, which meant he had at least made the effort to shift them around at one point. But had he actually done them?

Reaching over to his desk, you grabbed a bunch of the files out of the box, flipping them open. Indeed, they had all been processed neatly, in Osamu’s handwriting. What was wrong with him? Usually he only did them when Kunikida stood next to him, threatening him with exposing some kind of embarrassing secret of his to you.

The first time Kunikida had used that threat, Osamu had thought he had been bluffing, and thus you had learnt of the time Osamu had been ‘stuck’ in a restaurant’s bathroom for an hour straight because the clearly labelled door would have opened through pulling, not pushing. Of course you had thought Kunukida had made that up, after all, someone as clever and cunning as Osamu would never- but a glance at your then-boyfriend-of-three-weeks had revealed just how true Kunikida’s story was, the red flare of his cheeks having glowed under the cool blue light of the office’s illumination.

Ever since then Osamu knew to take Kunikida’s threats seriously. But since the blonde skill-user had not spent the better part of the day standing next to Osamu, supervising his work, you couldn’t help but wonder if your boyfriend had unlocked a new skill that allowed him to finish his paperwork within the blink of an eye.

Or maybe he was sick? No, if he were, he’d have clung to you the whole time, whining about how miserably he was feeling. Sometimes he really behaved like a huge child. Why did you put up with him again?

Because I love him. 

Yeah, only that you had never told him that. You had been dating for almost a year now, and Osamu had as good as moved in with you, but you had never told him you loved him, nor had he told you he loved you.

Of course, you made sure to express your feelings in action and a few times it almost would’ve slipped over your lips in moments when you were distracted or tired, causing you half a heart attack each time you caught your tongue in time. And as hard as it was sometimes to decipher his behaviour, you were fairly certain Osamu was at least somewhat emotionally attached to you.

But there was always this fear.

This fear that he’d pull away the moment you expressed how serious and deep your affection for him had grown. This fear that he’d take it as the sign to draw back and drop you like he dropped all these girls he had been meeting with before the two of you had almost died in each other’s arms during a mission, before he had pulled you into his chest and kissed you as if it were the last thing he would ever do before both of you suddenly had the same idea which had ended up saving your lives, before he had asked if saving each other’s lives qualified him for a date with you. As if you had been out of his league before that, when really he was the one who could barely save himself from suitors who were attracted by his intellect, his charm and of course also his good looks.

Tearing your thoughts back into the moment, you shook your head and took a deep breath, focusing back on the screen before you displaying the confirmation that your file had successfully been delivered.

Another glance at the clock. 15:35pm. You reached for the notepad besides your screen and ticked off the report you had sent just two minutes earlier. The next point on the list was… annoying. Not difficult or hard, just annoying. With a small sigh you went back to work.

Your eyes were trained on the screen, following the signs that appeared while your fingers were flying over keyboard, focusing on the words you strung together. You barely noticed the hand that carefully placed a plate with grapes and strawberries next to your keyboard, white bandages covering the skin from right underneath the thumb until they disappeared into the lazily rolled up sleeves of a dress shirt. A moment later the hand disappeared and a second, equally bandaged hand placed a cup of freshly brewed green tea next to the plate.

This time you noticed the movement from the corner of your eyes, glancing at the already retreating hand, unable and unwilling to hide the smile tucking at your lips. It didn’t happen often, but occasionally Osamu would bring you snacks while you were working. It were little things like these, the little efforts he made, every day, small things that accumulated over time which made your heart beat hard in your chest whenever you thought of him.

“Thank you, Osamu. I love you.”

The moment the last syllable had left your lips, you realized what you had just said, and froze up. There were reasons why you had never told him. You knew he struggled with forming permanent, close relationships, with opening himself up to others. If you came across as too eager, too clingy, too pushy,… he’d leave faster than you could blink.

All you could hope for now was that he hadn’t heard you, so you quickly continued typing, having barely missed a beat in your rhythm. Exhaling slowly, you relaxed your shoulders.

He hadn’t said anything, so he probably had snuck away and not heard your confession, otherwise he certainly would have snickered, or teased you. Only for you to come home to an apartment later that had been cleared of all his things. No, he hadn’t heard you. Most certainly not.

You had already typed another full line before a sudden voice right next to you startled you into interrupting your work once again, this time making you whip your head around to look at the man standing next to your desk.

“I love you, too.”

Osamu’s voice had been quiet, his eyes not fixed on you but instead a drawer of your desk, before he looked up almost hesitantly. There was something shimmering in his eyes which not even you, as his girlfriend of a year got to see often; a vulnerability and hesitancy, as if he wasn’t certain he had just trusted someone with a secret they would mock him for. You could never help but feel unsettled when this shimmer glossed over his eyes: Dazai Osamu wasn’t the kind of person to fear being mocked. Not by anyone. Not by anyone but you.

It took a moment for his words to register in your brain, until you had processed them, and you couldn’t help the way your eyes widened at the realization of his words.

“Osamu that’s- that’s not what I meant,” you quickly denied, before noticing how it had to sound to him. “I mean, I didn’t mean to pressure you into saying it back! I don’t want you to say things like that just because you feel obliged to-”

The soft smile that begun spreading over Osamu’s face irritated you enough to forget what you had meant to say.

Slowly he crouched down, placing his hand on the armrest of your chair and turned it enough to make you face him. Biting your lower lip, you watched him scan over your face, his hand subconsciously moving from the armrest to your knee. Warmth sept through the thin fabric of your fabric trousers, the elegantly cut kind Kunikida had advised you to wear when you had first started working for the Armed Detective Agency.

“It’s true though,” Osamu said, his voice so quiet that you’d be surprised if anyone but you could hear it right now. “I do. I’ve known for a while now. It’s not that kind of fleeting feeling of a crush, even though I wanted it to be only that. But the more I began to deny it, the more I realized that you have carved yourself into my heart and now it carries your name. Admitting it is scary though. What if you don’t feel the same?” He brought one of his hands up to your face, the backs of his fingers ghosting over your cheek, warm and familiarly gentle. “What if I allow myself to love you, and you leave, or get taken from me? To love you means to offer myself to the possibility of hurt and I don’t want to be hurt anymore. But I want to love you. I do love you. With all I have.”

Orange afternoon light caught in Osamu’s whiskey-coloured eyes, igniting his long lashes in warm auburn. Single hairs threw fine shadows over his skin, and all of a sudden you once again realized how delicate his features were, how beautiful his face, how warm his gaze.

His words echoed in your head, tumbled over one another, until you couldn’t grasp a clear thought anymore, so instead you bent forwards and gently touched your lips against his. The hand he had still placed at your cheek came to cup your chin, but he didn’t pull you closer, just held you.

Kisses like this were rare. Osamu was always excited and full of passion, and so were his kisses. And the times he wasn’t, when the shadows in the corners of the rooms got too long and deep, threatening to swallow him whole, his lips moved desperately against yours, demanding you to offer him a lifeline, a way out, a distraction from old memories coming back to claim him and pull him back into the dark.

Now he let the kiss linger, your faces close enough for your lips to touch, for warmth to be exchanged, for him to feel your pulse beneath the delicate skin of your lips. But nothing more.

When you pulled away after several seconds, you saw Osamu’s eyes had fluttered closed, and remained closed for a moment longer. While he couldn’t see, you instinctively darted your tongue out, wetting your lips; they tasted of him. Even such a short kiss was enough for him to leave his mark on you like this.

“Thank you.”

His eyes were still closed when he spoke, making you tilt your head at him.

“For what?”

“For making saying these words for the first time something… so normal. Nothing extraordinary. Just intertwined into our everyday lives. It lessens the anxiety.”

“I was scared too, you know.” You didn’t elaborate on the reasons. He didn’t have to know you thought he might not love you. But he was Dazai Osamu, always ready with another surprise up his sleeves.

“I know, my angel. I know. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier.”

“No, don’t be. It’s not your fault, nor mine. It just was. Just happened like this.”

“I like the way this happened.”

When he finally opened his eyes, they were gentle and warm, and the way he looked at you was nothing short of lovingly. Yes, lovingly. And this expression had been in his eyes for a while now, when he had looked at you, you just hadn’t been able to identify it. How long had it been there already? You were not sure. Most certainly not from the beginning on, when he had ignored you entirely for your first months at the agency. But it had been there for a long time, longer even than you had been dating. You knew you had seen it in his eyes, when he had lent in to desperately kiss you that time you had almost died together. You wondered if that had been the moment he had realized his feelings for you. One day you would ask him. But not now. Now you just wanted to know-

You had already opened your mouth to ask him if he wanted to take a small coffee break with you, when Kunikida’s booming voice interrupted you.

“Dazai! File OS0346 are missing the sketches I specifically asked for!”

Osamu, still crouching in front of you rolled his eyes, making you chuckle.

“Kunikidaaa,” he whined. “Can’t that wait until-”

“Of course it can wait,” Kunikida interrupted your whiny boyfriend. “But then I’ll tell (y/n) all about the time-”

“Nope, nope, no, I got it, I got it,” Osamu quickly jumped to his feet. “Already on my way. No reason to destroy my good image here.”

“Which good image,” Kunikida growled, throwing a file onto Osamu’s desk as he passed it.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips, earning a playfully scolding glance from your boyfriend, who slipped into his office chair, whining dramatically while doing so.

“Just so you know, Kunikidaaa, I’m signing out at exactly 5o’clock, and so will (y/n), and nobody will be able to contact us until tomorrow morning.”

Turning your chair back to face your desk, you glanced across the room, seeing Kunikida’s reddening face as he was staring daggers at Osamu. You chuckled again and tried focusing back on the report you were supposed to write.

Underneath the desk, something bumped against your foot and a moment later hooked around your ankle. Safe from Kunikida’s or anyone else’s eyes, Osamu had linked his feet around yours, shooting you a smile and a wink before both of you focused on your work again, the small contact at your feet a constant reminder that your lives were now inseparably intertwined.

[shewritesallnight]

Cell Block Tango [BSD]

YN is sick of listening to Dazai’s and Fyodor’s prison mind games. Locked away underground, she yearns for a distraction and decides that it’s time for a special game of her own. But can she keep control while playing against not one but two demons…

Rating: 18+, NSFW

3.5K words

a/n: Spoiler alert for anime fans but if you are up to date with manga translations then it’s nothing new. For the sake of this fic we are gonna pretend that the prison suits are two pieces rather than the jumpsuit. We are also sticking to the manga version of the prison, not the hamster balls :p

There was a dull throb at the back of her skull and she was pretty sure she was about to have an aneurysm. That or she was finally going insane. It had been bad enough that she was stuck in Meursault; but being trapped in a box between two maniacs made her mind spin.

How she got in this mess, YN wasn’t entirely sure, but she was willing to bet Chuuya’s entire wine collection that it had to do with one of Dazai’s little schemes. She had hoped to never find herself again playing pawn to the former Executive once he disappeared from the Port Mafia.

Apparently, that was just wishful thinking.

The Demon Prodigy of the Port Mafia and the Demon Fyodor faced off in front of her. Sitting in ridiculous plexiglass cells like Hannibal Lector; and she had been graced with the misfortune of being stuck next to both, completing their little block in the shape of a U.

She had tried, when she first arrived, to question the males; an attempt at getting some idea why she had to be thrown in here. To no avail.

At some point, boredom pushed her to start a guessing game between the two of them to see who could recognize songs as she hummed the tune.

Dazai was up to date with the most current pop songs and seemingly a fan of country music. Fyodor was calling out titles before she even got to the second note of anything remotely classical or rap related.

She wasn’t sure if he called out the latter so quickly because he enjoyed the songs or he just didn’t want to hear them.

Once the conversations evolved to apparent mind reading, she left them to their devices. For all she knew they were absolutely bullshitting and toying with her mind as a form of entertainment.

She wouldn’t put it past them.

How long had they been going at it? Was it days? Weeks? It was so hard to tell in this place, though she had no doubt her two prison mates would know.

She craved stimulation, a new book, real music, or a conversation with a normal person. Hell, she was ready to attack a guard for a change of pace. Though they rarely came around save to drop off food and when they did, they remained silent and out of reach.

No doubt a stipulation to prevent any secretive communication to the outside world.

"97,462."

"4,475."

YN groaned, slamming her pillow over her face to drown out the ceaseless stream of numbers. It would put her out of her misery, if she suffocated herself with the pillow. Better yet, would be to suffocate the two of them.

She giggled into the fluff, building the scenario in her mind but frowned when her imagination came to Dazai.

The suicidal maniac would probably enjoy it.

"Uhg," with a huff, she dragged the pillow down from her face and onto her chest.

Her breath stuttered. A delicious jolt shot down her spine at the feel of the pillow brushing over her clothed nipples.

Were the prison uniforms that thin?

She tugged the pillow down another inch and her toes curled at the friction. She chanced a glance towards her cell block mates, still locked in their staring death match and spouting off numbers at a rapid pace.

Maybe they wouldn't notice. Or maybe she wanted them to, her face flushed at the thought.

Maybe she really was going insane.

Either way, it would be a much needed distraction and if it threw those two off their game while working off some frustration, even better.

Decision made, she returned her pillow behind her head and settled against the sheets. As a test she brushed her thumbnail over a nipple and keened.

Fuck, that felt good.

She slipped a hand under her top to cup her breast, gently squeezing, and groaned. Her other hand traveled down to rub over the clothed apex of her thighs.

Once. 

Twice.

Three times, just to feel the delicious friction.

She moved to tug on the band of her pants.

"What do we have here?" "What do you think you're doing?"

Her body froze at the overlapping voices. Caught, like a deer facing off with two wolves. 

She flicked her eyes first to Dazai then across to Fyodor. The duo had their gaze burning into her. She could only imagine her appearance to them. One hand hidden beneath her shirt with the other poised to slip beneath the fabric of her pants.

"I-i,” she paused. 

Honesty was out of the question, there was no way she was going to tell them that she was so bored that she accidentally made herself horny with the idea of them watching her masturbate.

A half-truth then, just enough to placate them.

She cleared her throat before speaking again, “While your little numbers game has been stimulating. I crave a more carnal distraction.”

Not breaking eye contact with the Russian, she slid her hand into her bottoms. YN bit her lip to keep from moaning when her fingertips brushed against her clit.

Was the base of his neck turning red or was that a trick of the prison lights?

"Tell me, Bella," her eyes darted to Dazai, "who brought about these carnal desires?"

Neither of them.

She hadn't been thinking of anything but the sweetness of release.

Lies.

Both men were at the forefront of her mind. It was no secret that the two of them were quite handsome in their own aggravating way. It wouldn’t be the first time she had thought about-

Annoyed, she huffed out a quick, "The both of you seem to be skilled at guessing games, why don’t you figure it out?”

She knew she made a mistake when his eyes darkened.

Holding her gaze, Dazai spoke to his rival. "Shall we find out which one of us makes her pant like a common whore?"

Heat rushed to her face.

"Seems a pointless competition when we already know who it is."

Dazai’s eyes cut to Fyodor and she felt the tension settle around the three of them. 

Taking advantage of their distraction, she took the time to take in the two figures. Dazai had a prominent tent in his pants. While Fyodor sported a large bulge; his very real flush had darkened at his neck, she wondered how far down his chest the color spread. 

It was intoxicating.

The idea of these two men arguing and turned on because of her. She felt a rush of wetness at her entrance, slipped a finger in, and moaned.

She didn't notice when she became the focus of their attention again or that Dazai had pulled his cock from his pants. Nor did she notice how Fyodor tugged his bottoms down mid-thigh and started rubbing at his own.

She was lost to the brush of her finger against her inner walls until Fyodor cut through the haze with his words.

"Myshka, look at me."

She looked up to Fyodor and sucked in a breath. He leaned back on his bed with one hand, the other working around his cock. From what she could see, the tip was the same pretty red color and smeared in precum. 

Dazai had stood, now leaning against the corner of his cell, fully facing her. She had a clearer view of his cock and could see his fingers run across the prominent vein underneath.

He looked delicious and she clenched at the view. She wanted to wrap her lips around the head and swallow him down till she felt him at the back of her throat. 

As if reading her mind, Dazai smirked. He picked up the pace of his hand when a small sigh fell from her lips.

"Do you imagine my fingers replacing yours? Reaching places you can only dream of?" She whined, eyes closing to get lost in the scene.

Yes, she wanted it.

"She would prefer my tongue working her open, tasting her until she screams." 

"F-fuck," she stuttered at Fyodor's words, curling her finger and imagining his tongue in her. 

She couldn't decide which scenario she liked better, riding his face until her body gave out or seeing Fyodor below her, worshiping her cunt from his knees. 

Dazai clicked his tongue, “It would take more than your slimy appendage to ready her for me. Don’t you think Bella?”

He tapped his tip against the plexiglass. “Let’s see how well you prepare for me. Add another finger.”

Shimming off her bottoms, she kicked them to the floor of her cell. Following his instructions, she slipped in a second finger. It was tight and she knew it wouldn’t be enough to let him in. 

Breathlessly, she began scissoring her fingers, stretching herself.

The feeling was glorious.

She wondered how he would feel, hot and heavy inside her. She’d be lying if she said she never thought of it, of him taking her against the wall at headquarters. It made her whimper, adding in a third finger.

The action wasn’t lost on her audience.

“So desperate for my cock that you can’t even wait for directions. How impatient of you.”

Muffled profanity slipped from Fyodor’s lips as she raised her shirt to her collar, exposing her breasts, to pull at her nipple.

She couldn’t hear their harsh breaths, but she could see them falling apart. Dazai’s forehead fell against the wall, his hips thrusting forward to fuck into his hand. 

Fyodor had leaned forward over his legs, one hand still working his cock while the other fondled his balls.

They continued talking, feeding off each other and the display of her body before them. Speaking into existence all the sordid little fantasies she kept tucked away in the back of her mind.

She would have thought they really did have the ability to read minds if they hadn’t spoken of other darker desires. Words that sat heavy in her core and pushed her that much closer to the edge.

She had never seen either man look so disheveled; and she had never wanted anything more than to be in the same cell as them. To hear and feel their words across her skin as they pounded into her.

“N-nhg” Her teeth clamped down on her lip to prevent the syllables from escaping, a name hanging on the tip of her tongue.

She hissed at the pain but was thankful for it.

When did she start to lose control?

There was no way she was going to give into their twisted antics. She would not say either of their names. No matter how badly she wanted to give in.

She struggled to muffle another moan, pleasure building at her center. A thought drifted across her mind, maybe she could tip things back into her favor.

If they wanted her to call out a name, she would.

It would have to be someone they both knew. Someone who would affect both men.

Someone like- oh.

Like him.

She teetered on the edge, palm grinding against her clit-

“Come for me,” they uttered at the same time.

-and she free fell into oblivion.

“Ah-h-Ango!” she cried out, eyes rolling back as her back arched off the mattress. 

Her thighs trapped her wrist while her walls fluttered around her fingers; barely registering the sputtered choke and subsequent snarl in the background.

She collapsed to her mattress, liquid and loose, and took several deep calming breaths then turned towards her audience. 

Dazai’s cum dripped down from where it splattered against the plexiglass, he looked pained. His hand next to his head in a fist.

A quick glance to Fyodor revealed his hands were covered in his release, a displeased look on his face as he watched her.

Pulling her fingers from her core, she made a dramatic show of slurping and sucking the digits clean, tugged her shirt down, and turned her back on the two.

With a flip of her middle finger towards the demonic duo, she pulled the blanket over her body and settled in to sleep.  

BONUS:

There is a saying, that if looks could kill...

Ango had never understood those words more than in that moment. 

He felt the crushing glare from the two demons on the monitors as if they were in the same room as him. Suddenly, he was very glad to have them locked away.

All the wall monitors of the intelligence room were focused on the three cells, as they had been, since the moment the prisoners had taken their first steps into Meursault.

Sure, he had expected to witness some private moments but to witness that and for YN to call out his name at the end.

There were alarm bells going off in the back of his mind but it didn’t matter. He never dared to dream that she could- that she would- 

His pants felt tight, uncomfortably tight.

Ango could feel the burn of all the eyes in the room, pointedly not looking in his direction.

The triple agent’s face was in flames, a hand covered the bottom half of his face. Trying and failing to maintain a sense of normalcy after the show.

And what a show it was.

The servers would have to be wiped. It could complicate things if he was implicated in whatever Dazai had planned.

Yes, they would have to be wiped. 

But Ango wouldn’t put it past his former friend to have a secret message slipped in. Dazai’s heart rate would need to be compared to the video and decoded. Just in case.

Ango would have to take a copy of the video home to thoroughly examine it.

Fun Fact: Ango was the one to arrest YN. Babygirl knew what she was doing when she fed him to the wolves 💅

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「 ✦ Characters ✦ 」 Dazia Osamu, Kunikida Tetsou, Atsushi Nakajima

「 ✦ Warnings ✦ 」 None that I can see, please tell me if I should add something, mostly just fluff

「 ✦ A/N ✦ 」 First headcannons!! Hope you enjoy it!

𝔻𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕒 𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦:

Would show you off and brag about you to EVERYONE

“Hey Kunikida, I am taking a break to go see my amazing partner-oh wait you wouldn’t know how important that is because you don’t have one~”

He definitely got a beating for that one

He's also kinda clingy

Did I say kinda, I meant very clingy

"Y/nnnnnnnnn~~ Are you almost doneeee~~ I wanna cuddle!!"

After he started dating you he became less osessed with suicide

This was beacause he saw how much you lit up his world and he didn't want to lose that under any circumstances

Of course when you had only just started dating he did ask you for a double suicide ever once and a while

But Kunikida somehow always stopped him from finishing his sentence

He doesn't really use pet names

Will give you a cute nickname instead

He'll say 'sweetheart' every once and a while though

Will randomly attack you with affection

Basically drowning you in hugs and kisses

It doesn't matter if your at work or at home

If you try denying his affection (most likely out of embarrassment) he will immediately start whining, saying:

"You don't love my anymore!"

Before hiding in the corner and pouting until you finally gave in and gave him a kiss on the head/hug, telling him that of course you still love him, and you would never stop loving him

this, of course, let to another attack of affection

𝕂𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕒 𝔻𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠:

You better get used to seeing Dazia

A LOT

Also yelling

Kunikida doesn't usually yell at you (unless you really piss him off, but even then its nothing compared to what Dazia suffers) but you might have to calm him down if things start getting too intense

You're the only one who can properly calm him down the fastest

You don't even need to do anything, just walk into his line of sight and he is already 20 times calmer

"DAZIA!! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO - oh, hey Y/n."

Would call you something like 'My love' or 'Darling'

You become the mom/second father/other parent of the group

Together you guys are the parents

The responsible ones

Though you may push the boundaries on what is actually considered 'responsible'

His agenda does become a little more lenient, but only for you, if anybody else messes up his daily plan they can count themselves dead by morning

If your more on the energetic/cheeky side it'll take a while for him to actually start liking you

But don't worry you'll grow on him eventually

If you try some stupid pick-up line on him he will pretend to be annoyed at you, but don't be fooled, because on the inside he is a blushing mess, and he'll be thinking about it all day

He loves you very much, even if the only times that he will fully express it is late at night when you guys are wrapped up in each other, half asleep

𝔸𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚 ℕ𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕛𝕚𝕞𝕒:

I feel like he would be the type of boyfriend to ask those weird questions that the girlfriends usually ask

"Hey Y/n, would you still love me if i was a worm?"

Cuddles! Cuddles! And more Cuddles!!

Please give this touch-starved boy some hugs and kisses

Might be a little to insecure to give you a pet name

Would substitute with a nickname

Or if your name can't have a nickname, which I highly doubt is even possible, he'd probably call you something like 'cupcake' 'sweetie' or 'sweetheart'

He LOVES holding your hand

but he is WAY too scared to ask you, thinking that he rushing into the relationship

He probably didn't confess to you in fear of 'ruining your friendship' unless you even more shy than him, in which case Dazia probably forced helped him to confess his love to you

If your guys are both shy and awkward it probably took forever for y'all to get together

To the point where basically the everyone knew except for you two

Because everyone knew you guys were send on A LOT of missions together

and I mean a lot a lot

like basically every mission

Because of this you became very close

To the point where you were basically already dating eachother

But eventually one of you works up the courage to ask the other and you start officially dating

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

ʙsᴅ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

[bakugokemkatsuki]

I care about you... Asshole

Osamu Dazai x (GN) Reader

**Genre:Fluff **Warnings: Mentions of suicude (its Dazai obvi.), cussing, nicknames (things like love etc.) **Key: Y/n- Your Name **Note: This doesn't follow any timeline, characters might be OOC **Word Count:429

 The first meeting between you too was like nothing he had ever experienced before. You were inquiring about a case the agency was working on. A case that involved your missing sister. You talked with Fukuzawa the current president of the agency who brought in Kunikida. Kunikida gave you the rundown of the case. After hearing everything you realized they were missing some things. After begging to be put on the case, the president agreed and assigned Kunikida to help you. After leaving the meeting you sat with Kunikida filling him in on all the information they didn’t have. This led to a new lead. The port mafia. It was during this time that Dazai walked in.

Dazai- “Why hello there beautiful, Kunikida who’s the friend?” Kunikida- “This is Y/N and we’re not friends. They’re here to help with a case. The one with the missing 17-year-old girl.” Dazai- “Is that so?” Y/N- “Yes, now can you leave us alone?” You say as you roll your eyes. Dazai- “Ouch, so rude. Do you even know who I am?” Y/N- “Yup. I literally just do NOT care.”

That was how your first meeting went. Everyone hoped your relationship would get better, but it didn’t. The case dragged on and most of it was spent Osamu jokingly flirting with you and you constantly ignoring or telling him off. Months dragged on and you were losing hope of ever seeing your sister again. Then it happened, just after her 18th birthday she showed up and her case was closed. You left the case and life went on. You soon found yourself missing his annoying flirting and pestering. You missed him constantly asking you to commit double suicide. You missed his voice and his cologne. After weeks of it driving you crazy you go to the agency. You were nervous seeing as Dazai has never been one to date, he was just looking for someone to commit double suicide with. Atsushi let you in as he was leaving, no one was left in the office except Dazai. Dazai looked up from where he was gathering papers.

Dazai- “What are you doing here?” Y/N- “I’m here because I care about you, you asshole.” Dazai- “Wow, you came here to insult me? Come on love no need for that.?” Y/N- “You’re so obnoxious, you know that… Honestly I came here because I missed you, but now I remember why I hate you”.  You say as you roll your eyes. Dazai- “You miss me huh? Well, it just so happens I missed you too.”

With that conversation a beautiful relationship blooms.

[kachuuyaa]

pookies ! whorehouse asylum

nikolai: self-proclaimed magician who majors in anthropology. he thinks that he doesn’t need to major in philosophy as his childhood friend is already a walking encyclopedia of sorts. while nikolai is an extroverted, seemingly careless individual, he rarely ever finds comfort in things he enjoys doing. that lack of comfort leads to impulsive decisions, with emotions he never knew how to classify. dealing with emotions has always been stressful for him, completely masking that emptiness with a theatric display. self-taught magician, but his tricks almost burnt down the school kitchen once. people enjoy being with him due to his outgoing nature, yet find him eccentric due to his ramblings about whatever comes to mind. no one but fyodor is subjected to his true personality, thinking that no one can understand him but his walking enigma of a best friend. confides only in fyodor, opening up to people is something impossible in his eyes. sometimes, this cloud of doubt overshadows his ability to think properly, hindering his studies but somehow always knows how to bounce back. in the students’ eyes, he’s a rowdy, loud, boisterous anthropology major. he drinks on occasion and loves visiting places where the sunset is most present. has a love for astronomy, something fyodor is all too acquainted with. is very friendly to everyone, and charismatic in nature which led to his rise in popularity. part of the theater club, but unironically their most absent member. the club doesn’t really mind, though, as his performances already cover up the number of absences that have been piling up. just like ranpo, he’s unpredictable at times. has a soft spot for birds and stray cats, and he’s usually spotted outside his building during breaks. he visited fukuzawa’s cat cafe with fyodor once and named a white cat with a scar on its right eye ‘kolya’ because it looks like him, and fukuzawa entertained the idea, giving him a collar with its name.

dazai: one of the most annoying fuckers to ever grace this earth. gets in trouble ALL the fucking time, usually berated by kunikida and sigma at the same time due to his laziness and his habit of slacking off. however, despite this, he’s a talented philosophy major (which shocks everyone who isn’t well acquainted with him), sharing the same classes with fyodor, whom fyodor thought was insufferable the first time he met him. has an incomplete discussion with chuuya, the latter refusing to talk to him whenever he comes in his peripheral. dazai knows what he did wrong, but he’s too prideful to ever apologize to him. instead, he comes and makes fun of him sometimes, resurfacing what chuuya experienced and is actively trying to prevent experiencing again in his time as a student. he doesn’t see the appeal of fukuzawa’s cat cafe, even going as far as declining invites of nikolai to go to the cafe. does anything and everything to provoke people as he finds satisfaction in their annoyance, sigma, and kunikida being his main subjects. expectedly involved in most, if not all drama. is known to flirt with whoever he finds interesting and people still do take interest in him even getting asked to join him in a double suicide, which led to many hearts being broken. not only annoying to his fellow batchmates, but also to the first years. akutagawa, in particular. knowing his temper, he's easy to annoy. he reminds him of chuuya sometimes. not because he simply does this for his own amusement, but because he doesn’t think of the consequences following his actions. he’s confused when it comes to emotions, but even as methodical as he is, cannot find a proper solution to resolve the tension between him and chuuya, so he settles with something he does best, but even then, he’s aware he’s making the situation worse. no one knows what’s under this mysterious exterior, only his insufferable, incompetent, suicidal maniac personality that everyone is well aware of.

fyodor: he’s here again…. hi. he does not need that much introduction. while dazai tries hard to hide these feelings of doubt and confusion within himself, he was able to look past that exterior. of course, he never brings it up in respect for his privacy. dostoevsky, to both nikolai and dazai, is one of those who they can truly trust. fyodor doesn’t mind, he remains patient all throughout this exchange. indebted to this, the group has an invisible unbreakable bond that grew that started halfway through the first year. it’s an unspoken rule between the four of them to lean on each other. but to the public, they’re a group of rational and irrational people who don’t seem to clash well (which is also the same assumption [name] and their group has). also the unlicensed teacher of nikolai sometimes, because he needs it most of the time.

sigma: he’s also here!!!!! yay!!!!! she doesn’t need an introduction as well, as they’re also the mediator of the group, and dazai’s target for his teasings. despite their busy schedule, she’s able to clear some meetings for them and his other friends. the three of them are well aware of his rocky relationship with teruko, going as far to negotiating with prof. fukuchi to discuss teruko being the vp of the student council. so far, this issue has been on hold. has been nikolai’s friend for 3 years, and is one of his closest friends. despite what dazai and sigma’s relationship looks like to passersby, they still deeply care for each other as well as the other two. sometimes, they are seen in the field of their campus, as their buildings are close to each other. nikolai picks up coffee for sigma whenever he does cafe runs, knowing his schedule best

❥ masterlist

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀!

dazai knows he isn't well-liked, but he still pulls either way.

dazai and nikolai are the biggest troublemakers when put together. it's usually sigma and fyodor who have to clean up their messes.

one time, sigma got so stressed with dazai and nikolai's actions as they were also handling paperwork from both the casino and his major, so he blew up on them. both of the men didn't know how to respond or to apologize, so they compensate her in various ways they know will make them feel better. sigma finds this endearing.

nikolai lounges in the casino more often than not. in truth, he appreciates sigma's presence yet claims he's here for the free food and drinks.

nikolai is prone to getting drunk. he has a low alcohol tolerance, and fyodor is always there as taking care of nikolai while drunk is his responsibility. uncharacteristically, while many people think dazai is the type of person to drink until he's blackout drunk, he actually handles his alcohol really well.

dazai has random bursts of energy which fuel him to do all his schoolwork in such a short time with such concise results. he doesn't know what triggers this, but it leaves kunikida shocked when dazai admits he completed the whole 10-page essay last night.

nikolai sometimes stares out towards the sky whenever it's night. he is aware of most things space and what space phenomena may happen on that day.

dazai once asked an English major to write fanfiction between him and nikolai as a dare. the english major hasn't been spotted since.

fyo and dazai's playful rivalry started when they both got the same grade during the first semester of their first year in college. it started out as serious and dissipated into something playful. after the second-semester examination results, the two began to form a friendship.

dazai WILL DEFEND MAKI WITH HIS LIFE. the mf also likes one piece ewww (IM joking don't snipe me)

recommended op to fyodor and received "too long" as a response. he brought up how fyodor was able to read 5 books in one sitting and the latter looked at him with daggers in his eyes. dazai kept quiet about that.

akutagawa knows about dazai liking op, and suggests watching jjba. he laughed when aku said it will get better after part 1, but quickly shut up when aku responded with "ur series gets better after 200 episodes if u can waste time on that then u can def watch jjba so i don't want u speaking" and when i tell you FYODOR let out a little giggle...

2023 © kachuuyaa. do not steal or claim my work as your own.

[point-8]

masterlist!

bungou stray dogs yukichi fukuawa akiko yosano atsushi nakajima doppo kunikida junichiro tanizaki kenji miyazawa osamu dazai ranpo edogawa ogai mori(nasty as-) chuuya nakahara koyo ozaki ryunosuke akutugawa ichyo higuchi sakunosuke oda (deadass?) ango sakaguchi edgar allan poe fyodor dostoevsky (hot asf) nikolai gogol (he's an actual clown wtf)(still smash) sigma (oh!) ochi fukuchi michizo tachihara saigiku jono tetcho suehiro

chainsaw man aki hayakawa power denji makima(smash idfc what tf she is)

genshin impact jean amber lisa kaeya diluc good morning! (gn) you being drunk (gn) venti albedo xiao beidou ninguang xianling xingqiu congyun childe(oh!) you being drunk (gn) good morning! zhongli you being drunk (gn) xinyan yelan kazuha raiden shogun/ei thoma itto(oh my!) yae miko ayato(smash) good morning! tighnari cyno alhaitham kaveh pierro dottore(i know damn well hes into some fucked up shit ) pantalone scaramouche (oh!)

[unclassifiedaddict]

—Was it so bad when you started to spoil Dazai with your love? His whines and begs consistently calling for you? Simple answer: yes. Especially when all he has to do is to cling on your body, pulling you with him on the futon bed and began complaining about wanting your affection. Though how could you resist his demands needs? Brown honeycomb eyes filled with a sense of desperation swimming in them—lanky fingers digging through your clothed torso, hugging as if there was no tomorrow—and even his disheveled hair making Dazai all the more adorable. You were just going to go berserk at the mere sight alone...

A scoff escapes your lips. "...You're a menace." You say despite actively ensuring sweet touches to his bandaged arms. While the coverage felt like extra distance between the two of you. "Does it matter?" Dazai chimes, leaning into your skin. "I can be a menace all I want yet you still love me for it. Have you completely distracted in tending to me as if you're around my finger, bella."

...Hence why the both of you end up skipping work so often. But no way management's going to take that excuse.

[freakoont]

Can I request Ranpo and Dazai, Chuuya with Reader who has a lion as a pet? Like literal big lion who is really chill?

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭. 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 // 【ＳＦＷ】 // 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

REQUESTS ARE OPEN ! Check my request page for more !

A-NOTE: I'm sorry I'm taking forever to write on these🥲 writers block got me on a chokehold canon

❝Ranpo Edogawa❞

Okay. Let's be real for a moment. This man is flabbergasted at first.

Whether you're an agency member, a client, an enemy or a civilian, he will try to avoid all contact

Although he's very good at hiding the uncertainty

Now you might be wondering, well he's doing just fine with Atsushi's ability or Karl. THATS DIFFERENT

Karl isn't a terrorizing monster that can literally commit mass murder.. maybe.

And Atsushi's ability is under control

It takes him a longggg time to actually befriend you because he's literally done all the calculations and soon realized that one stupid comment and he'll probably be fed to the lion(⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

So he's actually very careful around you, which everyone has noticed.

When he does manage to realize how much calmer of an animal the lion can be, he's calmed down a little more..

Eventually it will get to the point where he's completely fine with feeding it some random snacks he'll have

But understand. He will NEVER come into physical contact with the lion.

Yes he can trust Yosano with the outcome BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN HE WANTS IT TO HAPPEN IN THE FIRST PLACE

If you get into a romantic relationship with Ranpo, this won't change. He'll always have the lion sleep in another room

One night, in the middle of the night, the lion jumped onto your shared bed, and Ranpo legit wanted to cry but held it in

Do not leave this man alone in a room with your lion because he will legit flip out and ignore you for the rest of the day and won't forgive you(⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠)

❝Osamu Dazai❞

I'm convinced that this man was contemplating if he wanted his death to be at the hands of your animal

But immediately put down the idea at the thought of pain

I think he'd be fascinated by your lion, such a vicious and strong animal can also be very calm

Dazai tried to use the animal as a few pranks on Kunikida, it backfired since Kunikida already knew how calm the lion was

And the lion was probably just a litttttle too lazy to help with execution as it just laid there watching Dazai get beaten the crap out of him

He's not exactly scared of the animal but will keep distance

He's used to seeing so many terrifying things in the world that a lion is not going to be one of those 'running out of the room with it near' situations

He's also used to Atsushi and his ability so yeah

Now if he got into a relationship with you..

Imagine coming home to seeing your animal all dressed up with Dazai just being like "Welcome back!" as he runs at you with wide arms

"WHAT DID YOU DO-"

You don't know how to take the situation with Dazai and your animal. He's says he's not too interested in the lion and would rather keep distance but then you'll find him snoozing against the lion like a pillow

❝Chuuya Nakahara❞

I can imagine joining the Port Mafia and Chuuya is assigned to help you with introductions or something

"hey I'm here- WHAT THE FU-"

He's 100% caught off guard and stepping back

"THATS A LION"

"yes"

But he's also gained a lot of respect towards you for having it

Now it's not a dog, he knows that much, so he won't be dancing around it with a treat in his hand

After a while I think if you gained his friendship he'd be willing to watch over the animal while you're gone

ONLY. after he's realized how much chiller the pet can be out of actual work

He was honestly a little disappointed to find out it wouldn't pounce at people immediately and start tearing them apart.. but also greatful

One time you lost the little guy and found him sitting and just staring at Chuuya who was stuck on the ceiling trying to get away from the lion

Apparently it had a strong liking towards Chuuya? You can't figure out why.. was it his appearance or maybe aura?

In secret, Chuuya has researching about lions and feeding it so the little guy has gotten attached you could say

If a relationship is established, Chuuya definitely treats the lion as his own son in a way

#1 caretaker for humans and animals canon

[chocsra]

✧ STORMBRINGER CHUUYA AS YOUR GUY BSF IS ....

✧ w/c: 588 ✧ content: drabbles & headcanons of cute things with stormbringer! chuuya

☆ a shocked yet distasteful groan pulling from his throat when you show him a picture of a celebrity you find cute, grumbling about how your taste in men sucks ass. you didn't think he was jealous, just shocked at the creature he was looking at. though sometimes, you barely graze the envy on his face when you actually interact with another boy; especially if he's your type, because chuuya knows. still, he brushes your friendly smile with stupidity—because the dude you're talking with 'isn't even all that.'

☆ like having an annoyed caretaker, always keeping an eye out for you, rebuking your recklessness. just appalled that you have this much carelessness for your life on a day to day basis. but even though he'd scold you gently for anything stupid or clumsy you pull, you'd always find a gloved hand reaching out to you, providing support. either when you've stumbled, or you're about to jump off a ledge from even the smallest of heights.

☆ falling face first into the ground whilst trying to fight off one of the port mafia's powerful enemies because your shoelaces were untied. humilated, you found yourself sitting on a bench as chuuya unashamedly scolds you for your rookie mistake. knelt down as he still ties your shoes. "do you double knot your laces?" he'll ask, if you already said yes, the boy would finish one shoe with a tight squeeze, before gently patting your ankle to lace the other one, "well you better start triple knottin' em!"

☆ late night calls about the silliest things. chuuya would have his camera on in his pajamas, either mindlessly fiddling with his guitar, doing some chores, or cooking simply out of boredom. he'd rant about his day, the jewel marketing circulation, this crazy fuck named 'dazai', how much he admires his superior—kouyou, and his friends which call themselves 'the flags'. in return, you can tell him all the school gossip you've picked up on, new music you caught onto, your rants in your notes app.

☆ exchanging knowing side glances at each other when someone's being annoying or a dumb fuck. it's the kind of look two sassy girls would stare at each other with a secret disdain for the person in front of them.

☆ chuuya keeping a hair tie on his wrist for you and him only. at first, it was extra incase he lost his own hair tie, but soon, if you ever needed one, he always keeps extra on his wrist so you wouldn't have messy hair flying everywhere.

☆ taking unwanted photos of chuuya while he chases after you to delete them. sometimes, it'd be mid sneeze or the boy yawning carelessly. he definitely cares once you've did a close up shot where he looks like the epitome of a ginger leprechaun. he'd (try to) snatch your phone and now gives you the stinkiest side eye when you even try to point your phone at him.

☆ unconsciously resting an arm behind your shoulders when you're both sitting side by side. for chuuya, it provides a comforting stretch for his arms, and it feels safer knowing that he can just manuver you if there was ever an unexpected attack. for you, the fact that he just does it so casually makes you a nervous wreck.

☆ believing wholeheartedly that he's human. afterall, you wouldn't feel this much adoration for a code of strings, no? you always internally chide him if he thinks otherwise, but as friends, you thought it's better to give him a comforting pat on the back.

✧ chocsra™

[maidensveil]

FYODOR WITH AN fem!S/O AS INTELLIGENT AS HIM

Disclaimer ; these hcs contain my lil hcs for fyodor as well. hate them? ok no one cares, leave. like them? okay then, ily.

this is kinda toxic, bc yk. Its fyodor. And im saying this in a non racist way possible, but by experience of reading russian literature, russians are fucked up. But theyre hot so idgaf.

also, these hcs are set in the pov of fyodor and what he has to think about you. Reader is in doa.

requests are open btw<3

At the start, Fyodor had never intended to be content with you, in other words, he had never expected to fall for you.

Once he starts to slowly discover his own feelings, He ignored them and ignored you,,his ego was far too high to be falling in love with, as he says, “the tainted”.

he is obviously in denial, the best thing to do here is to be patient with him.

his solution to completely ignoring these feelings are to treat you as any other, just an accomplice. Nothing more, nothing less.

however, that just results in him being somewhat frustrated in himself, which made him much more frustrated and confused.

he knows he has to keep his chin up, not bothering to deal with his problems he knows he can live with anyway.

the times you spend together as “accomplices” pulled the both of you a bit closer and closer each time.

he hated it.

he’s smart enough to realize these feelings cant just disappear, and he is absolutely dumbfounded, frustrated in this life.

The more tasks you both have makes him slowly discover your actual self and your intelligent mindset.

before you think whatever the hell you’re thinking, no. This is not a big factor to him growing to love you.

i have this lil headcanon: i know for a fact some russian families are toxic. So he grew up with lots of siblings, so him being neglected was a often thing—his sisters and brothers always stole the spotlight, so he grew up to be a tryhard, a burnt out gifted child, but slowly developed and changed his mindset and which led him to have a god complex, but that does not mean his obsession and drive for perfection was gotten rid of.

you being nearly on the same level as he is makes him nearly makes his blood boil.

of course, the keyword here is NEARLY. Fyodor is a smart man and only a fool would underestimate him. He is smart enough to not let his emotions get the best of himself.

dont worry, though. As long as you keep spending time with him, it wont be too late to change his opinion on yourself.

im pretty sure the only reason he keeps you around is because you’re a valuable chess piece (that was his opinion before he slowly fell for you).

he decides, instead of torturing himself, maybe it wouldnt hurt to accept his feelings?

of course, he would probably rather die than admit it.

Being the arrogant man he is, the most you could get is spending LOTS time with him. There will be LOTS of hints that he fancies you, so be on the look out.

If he falls, he falls hard. There is no inbetween. So, if he does fall too hard--he would consider marriage. However, that would only cross his mind only once, and that would probably only work out if he is finished “perfecting” the world.

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ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ʙʟᴏɢ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ @aoizaraka . ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ/ʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ.

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[system-to-the-madness]

A Master of Distraction - Edogawa Ranpo x Reader

Pairing: Edogawa Ranpo x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 351 Warnings: established relationship Summary: Ranpo is trying to distract you from work Prompts: don’t do that - but A/N: First time writing for the sweetheart that is Ranpo

The sunbeams of the Japan autumn sun were falling in through the windows of the Armed Detective Agency, warming your back nicely as you were finishing up your most recent report.

It was a slow day. The air had begun cooling down from the summer heat, creating a comfortable temperature outside that allowed you to go strolling to work in your favourite pair of jeans and a nice shirt under a new cardigan. In the café downstairs you had picked up the morning order for the office, your own favourite drink, black coffee for Yosano and Kunikida, café late for Atsushi, orange juice for Kenji and Kyōka, cappuccino for Tanizaki, and some extra sweet hot chocolate for Ranpo. You still had grabbed two more sugar sachets for Ranpo, never knowing if today was the day he felt like he needed an extra sugar rush, and had headed up to the office.

Everything was as always, Kunikida was bustling about, busy as ever. Atsushi was giving his best to type down his report, his fingers still not used to the keyboard. Tanizaki and Kyōka had headed out for a case, Yosano was locked away in her office and Dazai was lounging on the couch, humming some song you had a feeling you didn’t want to try to understand the lyrics to.

While you own fingers flew over the keyboard, you felt someone approach you from behind you, their shadow blocking the warm sun on your back, and a moment later arms wrapped around your shoulders, and a head dropped against your nape.

“What are you doing,” you sighed, looking up from your screen, trying to get a glimpse of the soft black hair that brushed against your cheek.

“Boooored,” Ranpo’s whiny voice sounded against your skin, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine as he exhaled against your neck. “There’s nothing happening.”

“You’ve solved two cases in the past-” you glanced at the clock on your screen, “three and a half hours. I wouldn’t call that nothing.”

“I didn’t even leave the office,” Ranpo whined. “My brilliance is torturous. I cannot ever be satisfied.”

“Yes, torturous indeed,” you mumbled to yourself as Ranpo’s arms tightened around your body.

It didn’t bother you, that he was so physically affectionate, never had. He generally didn’t mind clinging onto people, but since you had joined the agency, you had become his new favourite person, it seemed.

In the first week alone, it had gone so far that Kunikida had asked when you would marry. In the years that had passed since then, it had become an usual occurrence that Ranpo would cling to you, or even pull you to sit in his lap when you were taking a break in the café below the office. And that meant a lot, considering it made it harder for him to get cake into his mouth. It had even become normal for him to share his sweets with you, which had surprised Fukuzawa enough the first time he had seen it, to choke on nothing.

Everyone else assumed, that that was it, that Ranpo simply liked having you around him, and you, with an angel’s patience took his platonic affection without ever getting angry at him for clearly overstepping any personal boundary there had ever been.

What the others didn’t know, was that it was anything but platonic. You weren’t sure when exactly it had started, him pulling you tighter against himself, your hands sneaking around his neck or into his hair, his lips no longer just breathing against the shell of your ear but kissing your nape or the junction of your shoulder. But it had happened, and now it was impossible to imagine falling asleep without him hugging you against him, clinging to you like a little koala.  

It was not necessarily a secret you had kept from the rest of the agency, and you were quite certain both Fukuzawa and Dazai had long caught onto your relationship with the master detective, but it also was not something you discussed with anyone. It was nobody’s business, and since Ranpo had been like this with you since the start, nobody paid it much mind.

Well, you paid it much mind, especially, when Ranpo kissing along your nape distracted you from your work.

“Ranpo…”

He hummed, blowing warm air against your skin, before pressing another kiss against your spine.

“You’re distracting me,” you told him, earning a kiss behind the ear this time. “I mean it, can you wait with this until I’m done here?”

“Don’t do that,” he whispered against your ear, his voice sounding almost wet as if he were about to cry.

“But-”

“Don’t send me away.”

Clicking your tongue, you pulled away from him enough, to look at his face. Indeed, his eyes were squeezed together like always, but a heartbreaking expression of sorrow was written all over his face. Heartbreaking, truly. And fake.

You gave him a stern look. “We have 30min until lunchbreak. You can wait that long.”

His devastated expression melted into the mischievous one you knew had been hidden underneath.

“But I’m bored! What will you have me do in those thirty minutes, I wonder?”

“Either you go and bother Dazai, or you find your self-restraint and behave,” you told him bluntly, a bluntness that was as fake as his sorrowful expression a few seconds ago. You could never be too strict with him, but you really wanted to finish the report before lunchbreak, mostly so you could spend it relaxing with him.

“Oh, how cruel you are,” he sighed dramatically, letting go of where he had still been clinging to your neck and walked over to his desk.

For a moment you really believed he was about to bother Dazai instead of you, or return to his own desk, when he grabbed his chair and pulled it next to you. As soon as he had sat down, he leant over, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

“You always need body contact, hm,” you asked, reaching up and running your hand through his hair before returning to typing out your report. “You’re so needy.”

Ranpo only hummed. You knew he needed this, the constant contact, the small touches, an ever-present reassurance that you wouldn’t leave him, that he wasn’t alone. The first time he had explained it to you, his fear that was buried so deep under his confidence that it never came to light unless he let it, the first time he had laid his soul bare for you to see, you had cried. You hadn’t minded his affection before, and ever since then, when you spent too much time in the same room with him without him touching you in some way or form, you got anxious yourself. So, feeling his heavy head rest against your shoulder now was as reassuring to you as it was to him.

Absentmindedly, eyes still fixed on the screen as your fingers continued typed, you turned your head and pressed a lingering kiss against Ranpo’s hair, as if trying to make up for making him wait. His hair smelled of chocolate and a hint of vanilla, and the strands were soft against your skin, making your smile.

“Did you just kiss Ranpo-san’s head?!” The screech was uttered by none other than that Atsushi.

Casually you looked up from your screen, over to the white-haired boy, who had jumped up, eyes as big as saucers and jaw hanging to the floor.

Shrugging with the one shoulder Ranpo had not occupied, you asked: “Do you also need a head-kiss?”

Ranpo against you shoulder protested at your offer: “Kisses are reserved for me!” while Dazai delightedly cackled from the couch: “You’re one of the quick one’s, hm, Atsushi-kun!”

Atsushi sunk back down in his chair, muttering about how nobody told him anything here, while you went back to finishing up your report. You wanted to finish it before the break after all, so you could spend the warm autumn noon hunting down the latest crepe shop in Yokohama for lunch together with Ranpo.

[miskamix]

Dazai x Fem!reader thats shy in bed

"@lia181005 Can I request Dazai x fem reader smut The reader is his gf Make the reader shy in bed please cuz I rarely see it "))"

This is one of my first time writing smut so it might be ass 😭 also i hope you like this, i added some aftercare hc at the end:3

!!English is not my first language!!

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I think dazai would love a shy partner in bed because he can tease them about it

he loves the way you grip the bed sheets and try to hide your face in a pillow because of the pleasure hes giving you.

if hes in mean mood he would just grip your hair and pull you up and starts moving faster just to make you moan louder

if hes in a nice or good mood he might just let you hide your pretty face but hes gonna whisper teasing words like "..is this to much for you belladonna..?~" into your ear to make you more flustered.

he loves eating you out for hours and listening to your moans since your so sensitive.

His strong hands keep your legs apart when you try to close them with all your strength

Sometimes he just lets go of your thighs and starts fingering your sweet spot so that you sqeeze his head with your thighs and cry.

he hates it when you cover your pretty face:( he needs to see the faces you make from the pleasure to be able to orgasm, he needs to know hes making you feel good.

makes you ride his cock since he loves seeing you shyly bounce one him while trying to hold back your moans.

if you are insecure about being chubby or skinny and try to hide your body with something during sex, then he takes all the blankets of your bed and gets all the mirrors in the house and put them around the bed while he fucks you and moans out praises like "ha~ the pretties ah~ girl i've ever fucking seen"

But if you tell him you are uncomfortable not having like a shirt cover your belly, then he won't force you to take it of.

^^He lets you use his shirts during sex and it drives him insane seeing your beutifull curves in it.

he leaves marks on you and doesn't listen to you when you tell him not to mark up your neck, he always does it so that he can get to see you all flustered the next morning when you have to go to work

He 100% says stuff like "i'm gonna make you my little mommy" and other dirty stuff like that into your ear since he knows it makes you more wet and flustered.

He has a corruption kink and you being shy and reminding him of a small helpless bunny doesn't help with that:(

^^ he just wants to bend you in half and pound you until all you can remember is his name:( but he doesn't want to scare you away by telling you that

but if you are into that he would probably make you wear a bunny suit for him

Aftercare with him is probably just him kissing you and telling you how well you did while washing your body and giving you a new pair of panties.

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I'm still taking one or two(depending on how much effort i have to put in) more request before i close them!!

[caffeinneislife]

࣪𖤐 ʜᴇ ᴘᴜʀʀs! ࣪𖤐

「 ✦ Warnings ✦ 」 fluff, a lot of freaking fluff

「 ✦ A/N ✦ 」 Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, I have finals coming up and I had to study! Hope you enjoy!

Atsushi had his head in your lap, his eye were closed as he snuggled into your stomach. As your hand massaged his head he relaxed into your touch. Maybe too relaxed, as he didn’t even notice the sound that he made. Unfortunately for Atsushi, you did notice.

You paused your massage, which made him look up at you in concern, and stared down at him….. “Did you just purr?”

Atsushi’s face turned red as he relized the sound he had made deep in his throat. “N-no! It must be you imagination!” He lied stated, as he jumped up to sit beside you on the couch.

“Do it again!!”

“No way!! Hey! Don’t touch me!”

“Come on! Pleaseeee~”

“No!”

Despite his protests, Atsushi was soon a purring mush in your hands “Awwwwww~” you cooed as you held his cheeks in your hands.

“Stop-mmrrr-that!” Atsushi managed to stammer out, his face now resembling a tomato more than his normal face.

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

ʙsᴅ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Payback

Ryunosuke Akutagawa x (GN) Reader

**Warning(s): Death **Genre: Angst **Word Count: 144

You might just spend your final moments forever wondering what you did to end up here. You allow yourself to get lost in thoughts. Thoughts of a nicer time. All the memories of you and Akutagawa flooded your mind. The long late-night talks, the cute dinner dates, the movie and cuddle sessions. You thought about it all. All the laughs and good times, all the smiles and happiness. So how in the world did you end up here. A gun to your head and it was none other than your “loving” boyfriend who was holding it. After all you two had been through this is how he chose to pay you back… with a gun to the head. You’d never get the chance to ask why or what you did wrong, what you did to deserve this. You were destined to die without answers.

[tooki0star]

MDNI!! ♡

men whos first thing they do after attaching their mouth to your warm, welcoming cunny is looking for your hands, interlocking your fingers as they messily eat you out :( who only stop licking your folds to mumble how they 'love you so much' and how you're their 'beautiful, sweet girl' who needs and will be protected by them forever, who smile and you swear you can hear a chuckle coming from them when you reach your high right on their tongues :(

nanami, geto, yuuji, choso, izuku, todoroki, oda, chuuya, fukuzawa, isagi + your fave ♡