#The guild bsd

[bonithica-art]

drew my fav bsd characters (and some of my fav ships)

[shrimpy707]

bungo stray dogs is actually a fever dream because how am i supposed to explain that the piece of media that changed my life’s trajectory is essentially a big fanfiction featuring tons of authors???

like “oh yeah, fitzgerald was duking it out with atsushi and akutagawa on the moby dick. i swear it makes total sense and that shit was PEAK.”

or “yeah, edgar allan poe has this weird homoerotic rivalry going on, it’s crazy.” THE CONFUSION ON MY MOTHER’S FACE.

like you just had to be there to understand fr 😔

[chososcutie]

“Needy Boy”

featuring dazai osamu ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

📄✎ᝰ ─── 📄✎ᝰ ─── 📄✎ᝰ ─── 📄

art credit: @chasityblankenship10 on pinterest

📄✎ᝰ ─── 📄✎ᝰ ─── 📄✎ᝰ ─── 📄

tags: handjob, slight voyerism?, office sex, needy dazai, impatient dazai, teasing, dom!reader, possibly more

KINKTOBER OCT. 5 ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ ཐི ₍^. ̞.^₎ ཋྀ ་༘࿐

┈┈ ∘ ∘ ∘ ⚯ ∘ ∘ ∘ ┈┈ ∘ ∘ ∘ ⚯ ∘ ∘ ∘ ┈┈ ∘ ∘ ∘ ⚯ ∘ ∘ ∘

You stared down at the paperwork Fukuzawa had dropped off at your desk, a tall stack of white papers neatly stacked and paper-clipped together with the title of the latest mission you had led against the Guild.

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. You would be stuck at the office for a while more.

Looking over, you see your coworker, Dazai staring at you with half-lidded brown eyes, his attention rapt on you.

You and Dazai weren’t exactly in any sort of relationship, but one time after a particularly rough mission, you had been sharing a room and it became a matter of convenience. It was now common for between or before missions for you to find each other for a quick fuck but now was really not the time.

“Whatcha doing?”

You were jolted out of your reverie from a familiar sultry voice right next to you.

Turning to face him, you sighed internally.

“Dazai.” you said coolly, folding your arms across your chest.

“Bella,” he purred, his eyes as mischievous as ever. “Don’t give me that look. You know you want me just as much as I..”

“What do you want?” you said sharply, cutting him off. “I have stuff to do.”

He leans closer to you, his eyes dark and sparkling. “Well bella, that’s just the problem. So do I, but I can’t seem to focus with your presence so close.”

“Not my problem,” you say simply, turning your attention back to your papers, printing the details of the mission in black ink, and trying to ignore his proximity, and the intoxicating scent of him so close.

“Oh but yes it is.” His silky voice cuts through any focus you had on your work, as do his warm, slender fingers wrapping around your wrist, and lifting your hand to drop it over his lap, where you can feel a hard bulge straining through his tan slacks.

You inhale sharply, and instinctively curl your fingers around him, drawing a slight gasp from him as his hips shift further into your touch.

“Dazai!” you hiss, retracting your hand almost immediately, drawing a small involuntary whine from him. “We’re at work!”

He moves closer to you, so his thigh brushes yours, looking up at you with big brown eyes, his breath slightly shaky. “No one is even near us. They’re out at lunch. Just please. Need it so bad.”

You look into his pitiful, brown eyes practically begging for you to touch him, and the way his pants strain tightly around the slight outline of his cock.

You stare at him for a second more, but you can never quite say no to those eyes.

With a resigned breath, you place your hand over his bulge again, rubbing slightly.

He immediately lets out a sigh of relief and pleasure, his head lolling slightly.

“Not a sound.” you warn, your hand tightening slightly.

He nods, his lips tightly pressed together.

And slowly, you reach for his zipper, pulling it down slowly and slipping your hands into his pants to pull out his hardened cock.

You would never say it, but Dazai had a very pretty dick. It was flushed pink, leaking precum from the tip and was very long, jutting up proudly against his stomach.

He shifted slightly, opening his legs wider with a small sigh.

You slowly pumped him, sliding your finger against his slit and smearing precum down his length as a lubricant.

His hips lifted and stuttered as he watched you, his breathing becoming heavier.

You tightened your grip slightly, watching as more precum spilled out.

“Such a slut,” you sighed. “Couldn’t even wait until we got off work.”

He whimpered at this, a needy look on his face as he bit his lip.

Your hand picked up pace as you slightly twisted your hand up and down, small grunts and slight groans spilling from his lips.

His hips stuttered as he arched into your touch, pleading for more, more.

“F-faster.” he whimpered, nuzzling his head into your neck, letting out shaky breaths.

Your hand slowed as he said this, until you were barely stroking him, your thumb ghosting over his tip. “What was that? Are you trying to take more than I’m giving you?”

He whined at the loss of contact, shaking his head frantically. “No no. Please don’t stop. I’m sorry.”

“Good boy.” you cooed, your hand picking up speed again as his breaths became more and more labored.

He began slightly thrusting up into your hand, soft moans falling from his lips as his dick twitched in your hand.

One hand came to cup his heavy balls and your other hand tightened and pumped him faster, his hips stuttering and becoming more erratic.

“Close?” you teased, only going faster.

“Fuck, yes, just keep.. oh mhm.”

His thrusts became sloppier and his voice more breathy as he babbled your name and how good you were making him feel, his climax fast approaching.

Three more strokes and he’s spurting hot, white ropes into your hand and your desk, his head falling forward, sweaty dark hair stuck to his forehead as his hips twitch before stilling.

You shake your head slightly, and pull his dark locks up to face you. “What a naughty, messy boy.”

His eyes are lidded and a satisfied smirk tilts his lips up as he opens his mouth, waiting.

You shake your head before leaning down to capture his lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

Cleaning up, he tucks himself back into his pants, and as you’re tidying your space, you notice splotches of sticky white covering the paperwork you were supposed to be finishing.

Just then, the doors to the Agency swing open, and you hear Fukuzawa’s voice.

“Have you finished the report yet?”

[mariagalleriax]

Man fucking Bungou Stray Dogs, how the FUCK am I supposed to explain the plot to anyone anymore.

"This broke ass twink finds out he's a tiger, gets semi-adopted/hired by a band of traumatized ability users (read a book to understand each one), BUT WAIT, there's an EVIL group of ability users with MORE traumatized bisexuals. Uh oh, tiger twink has a rival (they both have daddy issues), wait is that the AMERICANS PLANNING TO BOMB JAPAN WITH A FLYING WHALE??!! Here's the fucking thinker over here (read: Dazai[Ranpo]). Let's take ibuprofen together. Okay Mr. Fitzgerald is gone (not really, you can't get rid of him)- SHIT it's the RUSSIANS!! Who is that rat? It's FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY?! He's ALSO the thinker. NOOO grandpa soukoku don't die!! Shin Soukoku epic montage. Cool, we're safe- JUST KIDDING!! THERE'S A BOOK THAT RE-WRITES SHIT AND THE RAT HAS IT AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT! "and I, Lelouch Vi Britanni- I mean Fukuchi Ouchi, will nuke the earth using my vampire army with security clearance from the United Nations. I hope my ex-husband Suzaku Kururugi Fukuzawa Yukichi doesn't try to stop me!"

[kyoukamybeloved]

people who hate on Lucy because she “gets in the way of sskk” consider this your warning, better sleep with one eye open cause I’m gonna gnaw at your toes

[smolskk]

smol fights

[sorcerersandskillusers]

So I've been looking into some card meanings for BSD stuff, and I've noticed the four king cards perfectly fit the four leaders of the major gifted organisations:

Mori for the King of Spades, Dazai literally calls him the embodiment of logic in the manga, and despite what most people think, he is normally very fair to his subordinates.

This one is almost too on the nose, it literally describes Fitzgerald exactly

The king of clubs for Fukuchi, while it mostly fits for his persona as a hero it does fit if you remember that he is trying to fight for what he believes is justice

And finally the king of hearts for Fukuzawa, He stands apart from all the others as his only concern is the happiness and comfort of his children subordinates

I just love seeing how well these all fit, its very possible this is just a coincidence, but given Asagiri's track record i think it might be at least slightly intentional.

[dead-body-in-the-basement]

I've never drawn Louisa before

[charlies-a-thief]

Oh, I love drawing ships that only like 10 other people care about 🫶

[mothonthewall]

Michael mothonthewall posts ship art that isn't fyolai (TWAINBECK!!!) leaves reporters speechless

[asagirisfavpen]

Pushing the gay agenda onto bsd because I can

Ada:

- Dazai - demiromantic, bi, preference for women, he knew from like 10 he's not straight

- Kunikida - demiaroace, that's basically implied in the show, he/they pronouns, bi with preference for women, took him a very long time (like 22 years) to figure out he also likes men

- Ranpo - aroace spec, gay, prefers he/it pronouns but wouldn't actually care

- Yosano - lesbian, knew since day one, she/they

- Kyouka - she never thought abt this kinda stuff but she doesn't think she'd really care abt the gender of the person she likes, somewhere on the ace spectrum, doesn't care about pronouns

- Kenji - doesn't really understand, he says he loves everyone

- Atsushi - bi, preference for men (women scare him but it's understandable because the women he knows are Yosano and Kyouka), he/they but he's too afraid to ever tell ppl that

- Fukuzawa - literally never thought abt this before meeting Ranpo, but he now thinks he's bi without really any preference

- Tanizaki - transmasc he/him, is always too awkward to correct ppl

- Naomi - pan, absolutely no preference or care for the gender of the person she likes

- Haruno - she/he, aroace

Port Mafia:

- Chuuya - demiaroace, transmasc he/they, will correct you if you misgender him, bi with preference for men, he probably always knew he likes men and was shocked when he found out that some ppl only like one gender

- Kouyou - bi-curious but she's not wondering is she likes women, she's wondering if she likes men

- Mori - bi, preference for Elise

- Tachihara - never had the time to think abt, always assumed he's straight but then he got a crush on Gin and was panicking his gay. He's bi. Then after figuring out he's bi he realized he's also transmasc

- Gin - agender, couldn't care about pronouns, pan

- Akutagawa - demiaro, ace, bigender she/he

- Hirotsu - bi, huge preference for women, only like one man in his whole life

- Higuchi - lesbian (her crush on Aku is comphet), she/they

- Kaji - queer. Just queer. No label for this man woman thing

- Verlaine - they/them, gay

- Rimbaud - he/she/they, gay(er)

- Albatross - she/he, bi

- Pianoman - pan (Lippmannsexual), uses he/him pronouns but wouldn't really care if ppl would use any other pronoun

- Lippmann - gender-fluid, bi with preference for nb ppl, will sue snyone (kill anyone) if they misgender him

- Doc - gay

- Iceman - aroace

- Odasaku - doesn't care for a label, likes who he likes, is who he is

The Guild:

- Fitzgerald - Zeldasexual, never loved or will love anyone else so he's not even thinking about it (his pronouns are U/S/A /j)

- Louisa - bi, preference for women

- Poe - has a gay crises every other day because "what if this is the wrong label????" So he just says gay or queer

- Lucy - transfem she/her will kill anyone who misgenders her

- Margaret - seems homophobic but is actually an ally, she thought Lucy how to girl, she's questioned if she's bi before

- Nathaniel - homophobic homosexual (bisexual but refuses to admit his crushes on men because of religion)

- Mark - bi

- John - he/she, gay

- Lovecraft - genderqueer, aroace spec

- Herman - ally

Hunting dogs:

- Fukuchi - gay for Fukuzawa

- Tecchou - doesn't really understand it, he thinks that ppl shouldn't even label just love, and doesn't care what pronouns ppl use for him but if ppl misgender others he will correct them

- Jouno - gay, transmasc, will torture ppl if they misgender him

- Teruko - she/they/xe, queer

Decay of Angels:

- Sigma - agender, any pronouns, aroace spec

- Nikolai - he/it transmasc, gay

- Fyodor - aroace

- Bram - was once asked by Nikolai if he's gay and said "No. I'm actually too tired to feel gay right now." He/she

Other ppl:

- Ango - doesn't have time to fall in love or even think abt it, he/she

- Tsujimura - bi-curious

- Ayatsuji - says they're above gender (agender) and aroace

- Aya - currently questioning her gender (and life choises)

- Adam - non-binary, any pronouns

- Katai - transmasc, he/they/it, bi

[tachiharastanacc]

Bsd high school au except they’re still in their respective organizations and trying to pretend they’re normal kids.

Except like I cheat and just scale everyone’s ages back 3 years.

Dazai and Chuuya being the 18 yr old seniors who do NOT want to be there (except like Mori managed to trick them into thinking going to school was a contest and neither of them want to lose to the other)

The pta is like mori Fukuchi and fucking Verlaine and they’re all bitchy abt it bc they think the others are wrong. And then it cuts to Fukuzawa who just wants them to please stfu for once, this is why half of their kids are failing.

Parent teacher conferences are hell, he just wanted to open a school for kids who need the support and these grown ass men act like children

Fukuchi shows up in his missile to pick Tachihara (15 and done with his shit) and Teruko (8 and very excited abt the ensuing chaos) up from school for their doctor’s appointments every month. Nobody wants to question him tho bc he’s famous. Tachihara once said he would rather walk then be seen leaving school with Fukuchi. And he walked.

Teruko loves it tho bc her dad is the coolest actually and everyone has to know abt it.

The Akutagawas hang out with Chuuya and some of his friends who are alive bc shit be different in this au. And Higuchi somehow accidentally ends up as part of their group (they are the mafia and she somehow has no idea).

Some businessman (Fitzgerald) buys the lot nearby and keeps trying to convince everyone to be friends with his kids (Mark, Louisa, Lucy, and Steinback). They’re not like actually his kids, but their parents work for him and moved to Japan to help with construction, so ofc he has to make sure they have friends.

Idk people pls add more bc I think it’s silly and has so much potential for silliness!

[fellowplasticeater]

I Legit Tried

[chososcutie]

“Trapped”

featuring edgar allen poe ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

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art credit: @komrsat3

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tags: mention of murder, teasing, submissive poe!, handjob, blowjob, suggestiveness, premature ejaculation, def others!!

word count: 2.3k ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

NOTE: Poe's special ability is called Black Cat in the Rue Morgue, and allows him to transport readers into the settings of any novel he's written :3

KINKTOBER OCT. 19 ꒷︶꒷꒥꒷

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

As a member of the Armed Detective Agency, you had always caught glimpses of Poe coming by the office, or helping with a mission, but you had never spoken to him face-to-face.

Until today.

He had come by to drop off his latest mystery novel to Ranpo, and you had heard him coming through the Agency's doors. Unfortunately for him, Ranpo was not here.

“Ranpo..? Ranpo where are you?”

You heard the raven-haired man outside, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he searched the unfamiliar office for his friend.

You’d always known Poe had trouble speaking to others, especially ones whom he wasn't well-acquainted with, and so you decided to take pity on him, opening the door of your office to reveal the tall man before you.

“Poe? He’s not here.”

He startles, almost dropping his multiple books on the floor, fumbling with them as he turns to face you, his raccoon, Karl perched on his shoulders.

You giggle softly at his awkwardness. You had always found Poe to be quite endearing, with his nervous hands and fidgetiness. It had deeply intrigued you, as a person who was always still, and confident in your own abilities.

"Here let me help you..."

You quickly reach out to grab a book from him, the warmth of your fingers brushing his accidentally.

He instantly jolts, his face reddening, his hands fumbling and dropping all of the books on the floor. "Oh no.." he mumbles, his face flushing.

"It's okay I got..."

"No!" He yells, much to your surprise as you flinch, but it's too late, book open in your hands, the pages beginning to flip on their own, as bright light flashes from the book, illuminating you in white, celestial power. The light flashes so bright, it blinds you and you close your eyes with a scream.

꒰꒰・┄┄┄┄・♡・┄┄┄┄꒰꒰・┄┄┄┄・♡・

When you open your eyes again, you find yourself in a completely strange and foreign location. There's bookshelves adorning every wall, and golden light glimmers off of ethereal chandeliers, hanging elegantly off the ceilings. Everything is neat, and orderly, and as you gaze about, disoriented, you suddenly notice Poe beside you.

He groans softly, covering his eyes with his long fingers, grimacing. Looking up and seeing you next to him, he flushes with embarrassment and mumbles softly, "We got accidentally transported into my novel."

It suddenly clicks: the book falling open, Poe yelling, the bright light, the unfamiliar surroundings. You were in his book.

Beginning to panic, you turn to him. "Can we get out?"

He nods quickly, standing up to look around. "Yes, of course, after we solve the mystery that I created."

You brighten. "Oh! Well, that should be easy considering you're the writer."

He blushes. "Yes, well there's one minor problem."

You tilt your head, a frown crossing your features.

"Since I wrote it, I can't get us back out. It has to be you who solves it, or it won't work."

You pause, turning back. "Me?! But I'm not a master detective like Ranpo, or a genius like you!"

He flushes at the praise, rubbing his neck nervously. "Well I wouldn't say that... I know you can figure it out. At least I hope so, or we'll be stuck here until you do."

Resisting the urge to let terror overwhelm you at the thought this was all up to you, you furrow your eyebrows, trying to clear your mind and focus. "Okay. Well, how would I go about solving it?"

He clears his throat, looking around. "Well first, you'd have to analyze the surroundings, and figure out exactly what the mystery is. Then, you piece together evidence to solve it, and once you figure it out, simply say it aloud and we get transported back."

You nod, getting up with a sigh. "Well, I better start looking."

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It's hours later, and you still have no idea how to escape. The plot of the novel was basically that you are trapped in a library, all alone, and you find a body. It's bloody, with slits across the throat, and a wound daggering straight into the chest, and there's virtually no one else in the novel, or at least that's what you're meant to believe. The killer is somewhere on the loose, and you have to find out who it is before it becomes too late.

But you had no leads, no clues whatsoever, and Poe couldn't help you, being the author, so he was simply nervously trailing behind you like a puppy.

Walking back over to the bookshelf the corpse is slumped against, you examine it for what seems like the hundredth time.

"Hmmm, the wound is a clean shot through the heart's artery, and there doesn't seem to be any sign of a struggle. I can't figure it out!" You're completely lost, and Poe is no help, simply watching you quietly.

The only items you had on your person were a knife and a feather, and you doubted they meant anything as the killer was still out there somewhere, so they were practically useless in your pocket.

Sitting down with a huff, you're about ready to give up, before Poe crouches beside you.

"I know it's hard. I wrote it that way on purpose. But you just have to think logically, and it will come to you."

Miserably, you lift your head to look at him, his expression tender.

It's just then that you notice beside him, on a bookshelf, a knife, clearly the murder weapon, covered in blood, glinting dangerously by the light of the nearby candles.

Excitedly, you reach over, across Poe's lap, brushing against him as you grab it, already beginning to analyze the weapon.

"Poe! Look, a clue!" You turn it over eagerly in your hands, studying it as you try to figure out the origins of the gleaming silver.

When you hear nothing but soft exhales next to you, a bit louder than before, you glance over, only to see Poe, eyes blown slightly wide, and lips parted, his legs spread, and a tent beginning to form in his pants.

It's just then that you realize, when you had reached for the knife, you must've accidentally brushed against his lower area.

You can't say you were surprised that he found you attractive enough to be aroused by you, already having a hunch that was the reason he always acted strange when he was around you. So it's only natural that you want to tease him, and push him a bit further.

I mean, if you were trapped in a book with him for who knows how much longer, might as well make the most of it, right?

"Poe... is this why you're always blushing when you're around me?" you smirk, leaning closer to him.

He swallows, trying to back up, the tent in his pants only swelling. "F-fuck. No. No."

You raise an eyebrow. "Really? Because this tells a different story." Gently, you brush your hand across his bulge, his eyes practically rolling back, as a soft whimper leaves his throat.

You smile at the confirmation, this time sliding your fingers over and wrapping them around the prominence in his pants.

His eyes flutter shut, as a groan falls from his lips, hips automatically thrusting up further into your touch.

"Want me to go further, Poe?" You squeeze slightly around his length, and he practically chokes, sputtering a soft, "Yes."

Before you do, your hand slightly tightens around the bulge as you crash your lips to his, his lips parting as he lets you take control, his lips uncoordinated and awkward against yours as he tries to kiss you back. He clearly doesn't have experience, and you're all too happy to teach him, guiding your tongue along his mouth and tilting your head to deepen it, brushing the seams of his soft lips as you move your mouth on his.

Breaking apart with strings of drool connecting you, his head falls back as you quickly unzip his pants, his cock slapping against his tummy, flushed a pretty pink, and already leaking lots of precum.

You bite your lip softly, suppressing a moan at the sight. You never knew the shy, awkward guy would have such a monster in his pants.

It wasn't extremely thick, but made up for it in length, reaching all the way up his stomach, and pointed into a delicate cupid's arrow at the tip, more precum beading out as the seconds went on.

You take him into your hand, tightening around his velvety length and stroking all the way upward once, before without warning, warm, white ropes of cum spurt out all over your hand, some of it seeping down his stomach.

Your hand tightens, and you marvel at how fast he came, obviously very eager to finally be touched by you. "Poe.." You breathe, watching the way his eyelashes flutter, his chest rising and falling rapidly, still trying to come down from his high.

His eyebrows furrow, and he opens his mouth, stammering an awkward apology. "Fuck sorry I didn't mean..."

But before he can finish, you bend to take him into your mouth, Poe unaware of the change in position as he has his eyes closed tightly in embarrassment.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, licking off all the salty-sweet cum still dribbling out, and carefully guide him deeper into the warmth of your throat.

His eyes fly open, and he twitches in your mouth with a gasp, as he instinctively rocks into you. "O-oh, fuck! You don't have to.."

You smile, pulling back slightly as you suppress laughter. "It's okay, Poe. Let me clean you up. It's my fault you're like this in the first place, and it's my fault we're even in this novel. Guess I should keep my hands to myself, huh?"

Barely breathing, he looks down at you, already close again, but determined not to make a fool of himself for the second time.

You blow cool air onto his sensitive tip, before taking almost all of him into your mouth with a muffled moan, your eyes watering as you try not to gag. He jerks forward, panting softly as he tries to resist the urge to push your head further.

You take as much of him as you can, your hand slowly moving up and down on the rest that doesn't fit. Drool leaks from the corners of your lips, and tears begin welling up from the sheer size of him as you whimper around his pulsing length.

He grunts softly, his hips shifting up slightly back and forth in experimental thrusts, pushing himself deeper. You let him, hollowing your cheeks as he moves in and out, causing him to stutter slightly, gasping.

His hands gently come down to your head, slowly beginning to push you up and down and you sputter, choking slightly as you try to adjust, eager to please him as you greedily take every inch he grants you.

Teasingly, you wriggle your ass in the air from where you're on all fours, bent with his cock stuffed in his mouth and he groans at the sight, his thrusts into your mouth getting sloppier.

You can tell he's close, so you let him get rougher with you, forcing himself further, and picking up the pace, bruising the back of your throat with his relentless movements.

With one last thrust into your mouth, he's coming again, spurts of it shooting down your throat and filling up your cheeks. You swallow, the taste of him overwhelming your senses as you pull away, watching him gasp for breath, his cheeks red and hair mussed up.

You wipe your mouth, a smug grin on your face as you lean back to watch, your head tilting at the sight of him trying to collect himself.

"That was.. I.." Poe breathes heavily, searching for words as he stares at you, still disbelieving that someone like you would want to do that with him.

You laugh, leaning forward to kiss him again, this time more tender, your lips brushing against his gently as the heat of your mouth envelops him. As you start to deepen it, shifting to straddle his hips, and pressing your face closer, trying to cover him with your body, your wandering hands suddenly brush against something behind him that's wet and sticky.

Drawing back, you discover your hand had touched the forgotten, bloody knife behind you, and as you lift it to inspect it again, you realize there's something about it that was so familiar.

Poe's hand comes over to brush against your thigh, trying to get your attention back on him again, and it's then that you realize that his hand should be brushing along the bulge in your pocket where the knife you had begun with should've been. But it's empty.

Glancing back at the weapon in your hand, you finally realize. The knife used for the murder was the same knife that had been in your pocket.

"It's me! The killer is the reader!" You gasp, realization hitting you like a brick in the face as you stare incredulously at Poe.

A flash of white light similar to the one that transported you in, flares up, and after you open your eyes, you find yourself in the real world again, beside Poe in the Detective Agency office.

You look around in excitement, turning to beam at him. "I did it! I figured out the mystery!"

Poe smiles back, pushing hair out of his face as he tries to adjust himself, and hide how impossibly hard he was again. "See, I knew you could do it."

This doesn't go unnoticed by you though, your eyes dropping to his lap as you quickly straddle him again, desperate to feel him pressing under you. Leaning forward, you ghost your lips above his. "Now.. where were we?"

tagslist: (ask to be tagged!) @kissesmellow21 @rosebluuod @sakui1 @sayyestoheaven00 @snowsilver2000

[nimos-flakes]

Francis goes out shopping for his favorite kids (dont @ me about the fact a majority hates him Im delusional)

The aftermath

[luka-kitrin2]

bsd art dump

REUPLOAD | original upload date: 5th october 2024