#akutagawa drabble

[oikasugayama]

maybe some domestic fluff w/ aku like lazy mornings together? making tea/coffee, cuddling, him not letting you get out of bed🤭 hope you feel better lovely, the laundry detergent is literally foul bruh WHO DOES THAT :(((

I feel like Akutagawa is so soft and sweet in the morning. No one can be all tough and scary right after they wake up, you know??? one of my favorite posts that i think about literally every day is "humans are not meant to wake up and jump straight out of bed, they're meant to stretch and wiggle and hit snooze" and i quite literally live by that

akutagawa is all tired eyes and messy hair, and he's prob just in a black t-shirt and shorts or his underwear or something. he might have sleep lines on his face from where his arm or his pillow was mashed into his cheek for hours.

the sun shining in the room from the open curtains would make him look so soft and fuzzy (in that way the sun kinda blurs your vision sometimes yanno?)

you could probably reach over and play with the ends of his hair really gently or push his hair out of his face and pulls the blankets up over his shoulder to tuck him in a little more, and he probably wouldn't react because even subconsciously he knows he's safe, he knows he's with you. in the past or if he was alone he would jump at any little touch, but on a nice coy soft morning he's still and he sleeps deeply which he doesnt usually do

when he does finally wake up--probably at the feeling of the bed moving as you try to get up sneakily--his arms instinctively reach out for you. the first thing he wants to do in the morning is make sure his love is still there, still safe, still with him, so even before his eyes are open, even before he's processed any noises or movements, even before he's stretched and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and checked what time it is, he's reaching for you.

when he realizes that you're trying to get up he makes an incoherent noise, some type of grumble as he tries to take his voice up, just some sort of noise to let you know that he's displeased. no, don't get up, he's basically saying. stay with me. lay back down.

you usually relent. it's a game, kind of, trying to get up without waking him up. you'd feel accomplished if you could do it, but you'd also miss the feeling of him reaching for you. you've never actually managed to get all the way up without him waking up. the final loss of your weight on the bed always wakes him, and his arms or his hands always manage to find you before you can fully get away.

sometimes you think he's fallen back asleep as you're laying there, wrapped up in his warm arms, waiting for him to open his eyes. he always denies it when you ask, though, the first crackles of his voice tumbling out defensively. "i am awake, if only barely"

"shall i make us some morning tea?"

"five more minutes."

and you always oblige him, always without fail you lay together, him counting seconds off in his head until he has to force himself to let go of this single piece of peace that he gets in his hectic life, and you relishing in being held, in holding, in being warm and loved and calm and good

[blake-elladonna]

♡ Blame ♡

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐𝟗𝟔

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟏 𝐦𝐢𝐧. 𝟐𝟔 𝐬𝐞𝐜.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Akutagawa knows he is to blame for your injury; no matter how You — his long time crush — try to convince him. But that won’t stop him from tending to you when you are hurt.

“Are you sure you aren’t hurting.” For some reason his statement didn’t seem to be a question, but a direct sentence; as if demanding you that it was in fact hurting and you were going to blame him for your suffering.

“I’m okay; Akutagawa. You need to—” “I need to what? Start lying to myself?”

You gave him a look while tending to your wound and his aura seemed to darken. He crossed his arms with his mind drifting away. “I’m not about to do that. I’m not going to turn into your superior; I’m not about to turn into Dazai.” “I didn’t say you needed to.”

You breathed in sharply with a flinch. The alcohol had soaked into your wound to disinfect it. The gash was nothing; at least compared to what could have been but that didn’t stop it from hurting like hell or Akutagawa from walking over. “Just, let me do it.” And although he mumbled, you heard his tone soak in dominance.

So you let him; his tone may have let on he would be rough, assertive; but his touch was the opposite of those two things. As though he was handling fine china. “You’re so annoying.”

“Oh, really? You don’t enjoy my suffering?”

“That’s not funny. You know how I feel— about—”

You knew what he was trying to say by the way his body language was closing himself off, “You’re trying to say I know how you feel about someone from the ADA. How you feel about me. Don’t you want to say it; that you’re in love with me?”

Your teasing tone caused him to squeeze lightly onto your hand once slipping underneath. “I do,” And just when you thought he had a ounce of romance; “I hate you.”

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[starstruckkittensweets]

A gentle rain cascades over the streets of Yokohama. It’s almost beautiful, the way the rain glimmers in the moonlight, leaving the streets slick and the air misty. Just the thing to put your mind at ease after a busy day at work, loosening the muscles in your shoulders.

Now if only you had an umbrella... Should’ve grabbed one before heading out for tonight’s mission, huh?

“...What are you doing?”

You pause, nearly forgetting about the man beside you. Akutagawa raises an eyebrow, as he watches you struggle to hike your jacket over your head. Looks like you don’t have a proper hood to protect yourself from the rain.

But you’re quick to shake your head, slipping your arms out from the sleeves to make some more room. "Nothing, just don’t wanna get wet, that’s all."

You drape your jacket over your head and step out into the street. Bracing yourself for the pitter-patter of raindrops, fully prepared to be soaked to the bone the entire walk home.

But it never comes. You glance up in time to see a swath of black fabric shielding you from the rain, poised just above your head.

Akutagawa clears his throat before joining you in the street. Hands stuffed in his pockets, he refuses to meet your eyes as he shakes his head.

“You’ll get yourself sick if you go out like that. Stay behind me.”

Another strip of fabric covers his own head, blending together to create a single shield draped over your bodies. The raindrops bounce off the fabric, dripping down on the pavement below, leaving the two of you completely untouched.

“Oh...thank you...”

He only grunts in response, still never meeting your eyes. But you can still see the faint dusting of pink on his cheeks as you huddle in closer. Still smile up at him as the two of you begin your trek down the rainy streets of the city.

[corollaservant]

There’s just something about lanky men. (18+)

You know, the type of man who’s scrawny, awkward and with a small ribcage (not from working out, genetics, you cuss). The one who doesn't put emphasis on his clothing, wearing whichever clean tshirt he can find, a pile of dirty clothes accumulating in his bedroom. The one who has water bottles, take out bags, cigarettes or weed papers and a nasty sink in his apartment. The one who has messy hair, tired eyes and cannot socialize for the life of him. The one who scratches his head, looks down awkwardly as he crosses his legs and sits weirdly on a chair. The type to never initiate a first move, friendship.. let’s not even talk about sex. There’s something about these men, you wouldn't call it a fetish, no, you don’t judge people by body types, that’s weird. It’s just that you notice a pattern here. Cause everytime you find these traits, you kind of guess their personality too. And maybe sometimes..you’re wrong.

They’re the same ones that will bend you in half, once they get the slightest hint you might be into them. The type to inexplicably know how to work their fingers in your little cunt, hell, you’d think they were pros in another life, the mastery in pace, roughness and multitasking is crazy here. These guys have you wet your panties like you can’t. By yourself. Alone. They kiss you while they’re at it too, don’t think they can’t do both. They kiss softly, open mouthed but desperately at the same time, kind of like they don’t want you to be able to breathe anymore. And… you can’t, but they don’t stop until you push their shoulders back, breathing through your nose isn't enough.

They’re the type to stay silent when you suck them off, concentrated and focused on your performance. They might bite their lips and hum softly, you’d think they don’t even like it even when you’re gagging down their whole length (palm included, as they’re large and girthy). Your throat aches and you haven’t even stopped the act and here they are silent and unappreciative, you might think. Well, you’re wrong. They appreciate it more than they let on. Do you know what it took for them to master this composure? Endless nights of jerking off just to the sight of your pretty pussy, cumming and cumming until they could build up some endurance. Mind you, they are talented but lack in the sexual experience department. Porn doesn’t get them off, they think it’s performative and staged, can’t get hard watching some poor woman fake moan and look at the camera, they think it’s embarrassing. No, instead they can easily picture you, with your legs spread and your pretty cunt glistening — anticipating their touch. Be it their skilled, slender fingers, their drooling mouth (yes, they drool inside) or their throbbing cock, they can’t get enough of your widened eyes and parted mouth and you can't stop silently begging just for a touch. And they cum, they aren’t too loud even when alone so imagine how much they try to stifle their moans when with you. You may have started deepthroating them, but their cock jerked the moment you ran your tongue down their shaft once, didn’t you notice it? They take it, you didn’t. They are close to cumming, they bite their tongue and can feel the metallic taste of blood their sinking teeth left, shit, they wouldn’t be able to taste you properly later on; they think and cuss instead of thinking the trouble they'll have swallowing down food. 

They quietly push you off, they really want to cum but these men are selfless. They don’t want to put anyone's pleasure above yours so they throw you on the bed. That’s where you were wrong too. You see them, a skeleton in clothes and think ‘’damn, this guy really is a loser’’..well, if he is, then he certainly is a strong one, these dudes have muscles you can’t even see and the rage that fuels them, makes up for it. They want to lick up a strip from your hole trickling down your left thigh, shit, they're so tempted, they might come on the mattress for all they care but their cock throbs when you ask them to fuck you instead.. if that's what you want, who are they to say no?

Their lanky chest presses against you, you can feel the pressure from their protruding bones on your skin, as they sigh, their sticky slit coming in contact with your also wet (soaked) entrance. They might just sigh but their brain is fighting a hard battle right now, to not cum just by the friction and the mess of fluids. Once you beg repeatedly (‘’please—baby, please!’’) and they can’t take it anymore, they awkwardly push the length past your folds, it slams in you violently as their sternum clashes onto you. You moan, it feels heavenly, a remarkable girth that stuffs you to the brim. They don't bottom out yet, you think fuck it, there's more? Oh sure, there is. They will shyly push more in, inch after inch, these men are NOT talkative but will make sure you are ok for good measure, wouldn't want you fainting or in pain due to their stupid cock. Little do they know, you want more and fast, but that's ok, whatever you order, they deliver. You can't tell, if they do it with skill or instinct but the thrusts are calculated and timed and they bring you close to an intense orgasm, they know it — they are observers, noticing the type and volume of moans that exit your mouth each time, that is why a slender pad of their finger is brought against your clit. They know how to hover and tilt their hips inside you simultaneously as they tease you. ‘’B–baby, oh my god.. please’’ you mewl, you shut your eyes and they’re close too. You just squeeze too damn much, whether you know it or not (they never tell you that they'd sell their soul to feel like this every day). Soon enough you're cumming, screaming loudly, only.. it's real with you, your body can’t lie and so can’t your eyes, glossy and ready to spill teardrops. These men will not be vocal (or at least they'll try not to be) but this is their breaking point, it's too much — you're too much and they finally whimper, not loud but just enough for you to hear as they let a big load inside you. They’re a deprived and awkward mess, that doesn't believe you would even bat them an eye, when you met them. Well, maybe it's their time to re-evaluate you.

—

(wrote this with surprise surprise.. Shiggy in mind but it suits others too)

L, Mello my man, black hair Dabi, Aizawa, Fyodor, Aku, literally anyone from Nana cast, who’s not a child and please! let me add Hobie Brown.

[lynxxyyy]

Fanfic writers say “bad writing” and drops the most toe curling mouth watering shit ever

[mncxbe]

Imagine walking in on BSD men masturbating...

Or the other way around oh my lord

nonnie😳😳 i'm having so many thoughts about this.

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 would be just a tiny bit flustered, but he'd take full advantage of the situation. I mean, your hand feels better than his anyway

"Come on, princess don't just stand there. Give me a hand, will you? Good girl, I'll make sure to return the favour"

𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 would pretend not to notice you're there and keep stroking his dick. but he'd moan your name louder just to get you riled up. he wants you to know how much he wishes it were your snug walls wrapped around him instead of his hand.

"Shit– Y/N... miss you so much baby ugh need you so bad"

𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚- SHY BOY OMG. he'd cover himself up with the closest blanket or cloth and yell at you to get out. but if you tease him any further about it he will drag you to bed and put you back in your place

"Think you're so smart to make fun of me like that? Fuuck Y/N– look who's dumb on my cock now, dirty girl. You're squeezing me so much"

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 would be so damn shameless. if anything he'd be amused and happy that you walked in on him. 100% sure he asks you to masturbate with him

"Oh, my dove, you came just at the right time. I was just thinking about you... will you strip for me, please? I wanna see that pretty body of yours."

𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚's reaction depends on how close you are. if you're in a relationship he'd ask you to join him, but if you're just colleagues he'd blush. like. crazy. and fumble with his clothes. but after that he'd pretend nothing happened and hope you forget about it.

[rshoumon]

HOW BSD BOYS KISS YOU

࿐ྂ how surreal it feels … with your lips pressed against mine

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: dazai, chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: a mention of near death-experience, but nothing explicit. otherwise, enjoy the fluff ;)

𝐀/𝐍: back after a forever of being on hiatus lol! i hope you all enjoy <3

DAZAI:

when he kisses you, the man has not the slightest ping of shame. be it in the armed detective agency office building or on the street, he’ll grab you by the waist when you least expect it and go in for the kiss. it’s starts out sweet … always. you savor the moment of peace with his lips lingering over your own as a soft act of affection. sometimes it’ll end that way, but there are the exceptions when he’s either feeling touch starved or jealous. that’s when he’ll hold onto you for a second longer and deepen your kiss with an overwhelming hunger.

CHUUYA:

he’s always been a gentleman to you, and that doesn’t change whenever he feels the sudden urge to kiss you. it’ll always start with a light tap on your shoulder to grab your attention before he places his lips over your own. he generally likes to keep these acts of affection in the privacy of your home and out of the eyes of his colleagues, but there are moments when he’ll slip in a kiss when he thinks no one is looking. his kisses are always soft, you might even say hesitant, as if he’s scared you’ll pull away. of course, every time you return the kiss, he’s reassured of your love and will continue on.

𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜:

atsushi kisses you like you’re the most precious thing in the world … because to him, there isn’t anything more he could imagine that matters more than you. his hands will softly grasp your bicep as he presses his lips against your temple, then your cheek, and finally your lips. the look in his honeycomb eyes are as calming as the midnight glow of the moon, casting its protective light against you. you can’t help but ask for more, leaning in to steal an innocent kiss of your own before backing away with a playful laugh. no matter how flustered he is because of this, he can’t help but laugh as well.

𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔:

his kisses are hesitant and cautious, as if anything more would startle, and ultimately cause you to flee. he would initiate most kisses on your forehead. simple, but effective. the more comfortable he became with the action, the more bold he would become. eventually, after a particularly grueling mission that resulted in your near-death experience, you’d find akutagawa’s lips pressed against yours. frustrated at your stubbornness to stay by his side … but also grateful, a message exchanged through the fiercest kisses you’ve ever experienced. both your lips crashing against each other to express your overwhelming emotions.

[kamapon]

And then his knight in the dark armour came to the rescue

[spacexseven]

Subordinate Reader: *grabs mic*

Subordinate Reader: *points at Dazai* Fuck you

Subordinate Reader: *points at Chuuya* Fuck you

Subordinate Reader: *points at Fydor* Fuck you

Subordinate Reader: *points at Akutagawa* You're cool

Akutagawa: *thumbs up*

Subordinate Reader: *points at Mori* and fuck you I'm out

*throws the mic at Dazai's face*

contrary to what you may expect, dazai finds the whole thing amusing, at least at first.

singling him out in front of a crowd, to him, shows just how much you must be thinking of him. since your message doesn't register in his mind immediately, he's over the moon at the thought that he stood out so much to you. that is, until he hears your comment to akutagawa. were his previous warnings not enough? the fact that you even got a response from him enrages him even more. you thought this was funny, did you? poor you, because now dazai, seething with the mic in hand, is convinced you've forgotten your place, and he's already planning a week-long trip for the both of you—didn't he tell you that you had to help him investigate a new ability group outside the city?

chuuya's angry enough as it is, and now you had to go and piss him off even more. the crowd watching you already had his blood boiling, but your rude remark to him almost blew his fuse entirely. what was this whole stunt for? all this time he was trying to make things bearable for you, unlike dazai who only knew how to torment you without any consideration. he's practically sulking in the corner, waiting for you to make your way off stage so he can pounce on you and demand an explanation.

the hope that fills akutagawa at your bright smile is quickly crushed once he feels the burning glares directed at him, despair starting to sink in. still, despite the definite trouble this would get him into, he can't help but find some delight in the situation. the two of you could never stand on equal footing, not as long as you were here, but at least he was worth a single moment of consideration from you. that was enough for him.

fyodor hasn't actually done anything yet, so by doing this, you've inadvertently caught his attention. why is someone from the port mafia so agitated by his presence, when he's only just stepped foot in yokohama? watch your back when you're making your way home, because fyodor just might be waiting in the shadows for a little conversation.

[samutoru]

jealous boyfriend!akutagawa who finds out that you're going on a mission with tachihara as a fake couple. he can't help but let his emotions control him (especially when it comes to you with another guy,"

he goes to gin about it and then goes to mori about it, asking him why he chose tachihara instead of him. "she's my girlfriend! y/n is my girlfriend, i don't understand why you chose that bastard tachihara to go with her instead of me! me, her actual boyfriend!" akutagawa yelled.

"akutagawa. you don't know how to control your emotion over y/n. as i predicted, and the way your acting right now, you will toss aside the mission and protect y/n. besides your going as backup so you will watch everything that they are going to be doing."

jealous boyfriend!akutagawa who sitting on your bed watching you get ready for your undercover fake date with tachihara. "i'm sorry ryu, i was going to tell you earlier but mori threatened me- It was something about trying to break you or something if i refused to go so i had no choice but to."

"whatever," Whatever was all akutagawa would say, but he was watching how the silk tight dress was kissing your body and was thinking about the only hands that were going to be all over you were tachihara's. you watched akutagawa get up through your mirror and he grabbed your jaw and attached his lips on your neck, trying to leave a hickey on your neck to show tachihara what's his.

jealous boyfriend! akutagawa who pins you up against the wall as you get back from the mission, you were definitely ready to tell akutagawa that your mission was successful but, he had other plans tonight. he uses rashomoun to take off your dress (most likely to cut your dress) and see what you had planned for him underneath.

— nsfw under the cut! minors pls dni :3 (warnings??: choking, slut shaming, jealousy/rage sex, pet names, bondage, p in v seggs, creampie)

"ry-ryuunosuke!" You stuttered, you were basically in your underwear at this point. You looked up to meet his eyes and there was nothing but more than darkness and lust in them.

"y/n,"

"ryu, why are you looking at me like that?" You asked innocently as you tried to keep your dress cut in half onto your body.

he was standing infront of you and he put his hands on your waist, gripping them before sliding them up and down against your body.

he threw you onto the hotel bed and was hovering over you with his knee pressing firmly, teasing you by putting pressure against your pussy. "f-fuck," you lowly moaned.

"i'll continue only if you want it," he said as he pressed hissed on your cheeks before continuing, he waited for your response and once you finally nodded in response, he continued what he was doing.

"you fucking whore," He groaned as he began to leave kisses and hickeys on your neck. "you were dressed up all pretty for tachihara you slut,"

he pulled out handcuffs from his pocket and cuffed both your arms together. "if you touch me it'll be only worse for not me, but for you," He huffed as he began to undress himself, tossing every piece of clothing to the side of the bed.

he positioned himself below you in between your thighs and slapped your panties that was already leaking of your juices. "i barely touched you and yet your already this wet for me?" He laughed before taking your panties off and began to eat you out.

"ngh~! f-fuck— ryu—" You moaned as you tried not to close your legs on him, he had his hands pressing your thighs down as you struggled to not close them on him.

he positioned his lengthy and thick cock at your enterance and slipped it in without letting you know not giving you enough time to adjust to his size.

"ngph~ ryuu~~!!"

he was now fucking you at a merciless pace. your cries, lewd slapping against skin, and his groans were filling up the sound of the room. your eyes were filled with tears and you couldn't feel nothing but the pleasure he was giving you.

"fuck! ryu!"

akutagawa was basically drilling the shape of his cock into your pussy and that was the only thing you could focus on right now. rashoumon was basically keeping your thighs open for akutagawa as his hands were focused on your throat and your waist.

"you just love making me crazy don't you? you fucking slut," He groaned, thursting in faster in you and his grip around your throat tightened as he felt your pussy throbbing and squeezing against him

"whose pussy is this? whose cum are you taking in tonight?" He loosened his grip on your throat so that you would be able to catch up on your breath and tightened it once again.

"huh? who's pussy is this?" He asked as he made you make eye contact with him, as he fastened his pace and his hand reaching down to play with your clit.

you weren't able to draw out the words out of your mouth. all you knew what to do was to moan out his name.

"fuck! it's yours ryu! yours!" You moaned.

"who's?"

"ngh~! yours!" You moaned again.

"please! please, ryuunosuke, i need your cum, please—" You begged, he licked your neck and fastened his pace.

"that's right you fucking slut, now beg for it." he was basically drilling, pushing, and fucking his cock into you. he was making you remember the shape of his tip and every single vein on his pretty pink cock.

your back arched as you came instantly and you felt akutagawa's seed filling you up. he continued to thrust into you slowly riding out both of your guys' high. he pulled out and uncuffed your hands, his body falling right beside yours.

"you know, you're hot when your jealous—" You paused as you turned to him and cupped his face.

"i might have to do it often." You giggled.

"do it again and you'll see what happens to you. i might not let you cum next time."

[ilovechuuy4]

HEY ITS 🧛 ANON!!!

I had this scenario in my head where we take care of [insert character] after a long hard and stressful day at work and then we take care of them. Like here are a few examples; Taking a nice hot bath together, extra cuddling with them while watching a movie or anything else you can think of! I was wondering if you can write that about Akutagawa? Just a thought I had in mind!! Also if you can, can you make it male reader?

Take your time!

—🧛 anon

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ Recurring Visions of Such Sweet Days♡

Akutagawa x m!reader

A/n; SO SO SORRY I HADN'T GOTTEN TO THIS REQUEST SOONER!! HRU ANON? I wasn't sure if you wanted aku and reader to be in a relationship so I just presumed it to be a relationship! Hope you enjoy>w<

Pampering baths

As of for a while, your boyfriend had been walking through the door of your shared apartment late. Recently, he's been sent off on tiring missions that's always led to him coming straight home and passing out on the couch. You stood, leaned against the bar in the kitchen, eyes fixated on the door that was sure to open soon. A smile spread across your lips as you listened to the soft jiggling of the door knob before watching it slowly open. Your e/c eyes rests on the tired, slumped figure in the door way hand over his mouth, thick painful coughs coming from within his throat as he walked over to the kitchen, taking his shoes off while walking.

As he entered the kitchen, his head came down, resting against your shoulder as his sleeved arms wrapped tightly around your waist. "Mhmp." He groaned quietly, his hand slipping down to rub your hip bone slowly between his fingers. "Do you want to go take a quick bath? You don't smell the prettiest." You teased lightly causing the black haired man to groan once more. "I'll go set the water." You said as you turned around pressing a soft kiss directly under the others closed eyes.

A frown formed on your lovers face as he watched you walk away but he almost immediately followed behind like a lost puppy. He never enjoyed being disrobed of his clothing, it made him felt vulnerable, he didn't have his ability if he took off his coat. But with you, there was a sense of safety, he trusted you. You bend down, turning on the faucet as you watched the depth of the bathtub fill with steamy water. Shivers run up your spine as you felt Akutagawa's slim fingers slip under your shirt, rubbing your spine.

"The water looks really hot." He murmurs, slipping his coat off his shoulders before setting it on the bathroom counter. You skitter over to him, fingers reaching for the buttons of his white shirt before unbuttoning them, working your way down. A smile spread across his pale face as he looked down at his boyfriend that he loved dearly. "Okay, there you go." You hummed, pulling away before disrobing yourself from your clothing. You couldn't help but grin as you saw the rose tint that painted the others face.

"Cmon, let's get it." You hummed, taking Akutagawa's hand pulling him near the bathtub. The two of you slowly step in, your legs straddling his lap, bodies flush together. Your hand going up the cup his pale face, thumb rubbing his jaw line soothingly. "You're so pale." You cooed, grabbing the shampoo and lathering it between your hands. Your soapy fingers thread through Akutagawa's hair, cleaning it from all the sweat and any stink that lingered. You nails scrubbing in the shampoo thoroughly.

"Mhm, that feels nice." He said with a satisfied hum, allowing you to wash his hair, he hated how you pampered him and he never had the time to pamper you, but as long as he could love you that's all he cared for. His hands gently rest under the water, on your hips as you wash out the shampoo from his short, black and dirty white hair, sure not to get any in his dark eyes that looked into your own so lovingly. He smiled down at you, slowly pressing a kiss to your jaw line as he follows your hands as you grab the conditioner. "Last thing before we get out, mkay?" You said softly squirting a small around into the palm of your hand.

You quickly condition, making sure to let it set so it could soak into your boyfriend's hair. Meanwhile, while it was soaking you had your head rested on Akutagawa's chest, humming softly. His hand on your back as he looks at the one he knows he didn't deserve, but he loved you as much as he could, as your boyfriend. "Okay I think it set enough, Hun." Akutagawa whispered in your ear making you sit up with a nod, taking a cup of water and slowly washing away the conditioner. "All done! Cmon let's get all cozy and warm now." You say, a playful tone underlying your words.

Yall slowly shift around, the water sloshing around before standing up, stepping on the bath mat before helping your boyfriend out. His slender body trembling from the cool air that drifter throughout the apartment. "It's cold." The black haired man murmured, covering his mouth to let out a cough before wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's bare waist. You hum contently, slowly wrapping a towel around the both of you.

"All better, yea?" You said, your fingers running through Akutagawa's hair as he pulls you closer, pressing his lips to yours, fingers rubbing your ribs before pulling away. "Yea, it's better. I love you," he murmurs with a soft sigh, his words continuing. "You do so much for me, I really appreciate it, my sweet."

A/n; IM SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG I'M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT I WANT TO DO FOR MY 200 FOLLOWER SPECIAL AHHH（｡>‿‿<｡ ）

[blake-elladonna]

♡ Heroic ♡

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑𝟐𝟗

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟏 𝐦𝐢𝐧. 𝟑𝟔 𝐬𝐞𝐜.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Akutagawa didn’t ask to be burdened with this; he didn’t ask to be involved. But when you are in trouble something inside of him flips like a switch.

“What on earth is wrong with you, are you stupid? Are you even aware of how many charges you could be faced with for almost running over someone attempting to walk across a crosswalk?”

From where you sat on the bench nearby, it was hard not to pay attention to every insult and criticism Akutagawa was spitting at the man in the car. Even after they persuasively apologized, he wasn’t letting up on the person that was driving; he wasn’t about the let them get away with it, “If it were up to me; they would be calling the police on you; Idiot.”

And perhaps you were the idiot he was referring to, but what would calling the police do? Ranpo and the agency would take care of it; faster than any station spilling their reassurances.

When he came walking from the passenger side door towards you, the older gentleman climbed back inside their vehicle with their head in their hands. “Look, you really should reconsider.” Akutagawa said, his black trench coat flowing by his sides even with his arms crossed. “They shouldn’t be gotten off the hook so easily.”

“They’re not getting off the hook, it was an accident; and besides who said anything about them getting away with it.” Akutagawa grumped at that and looked back towards the red sports car, “I guess you’re right, I guess. You’re even more generous than that good for nothing, weretiger. That trait will get you killed. However,” When he paused, he looked over his shoulder.

“However, what?” He did nothing to answer you. He instantly sat next to you without warning, taking the side of your head and forcing you to stare at him. He then leaned closer. You swore he was about to kiss you. “However, that is about to change.”

You hadn’t known what he meant by that until he turned to block an incoming bullet with his ability. Screams coming from every direction. “You’re not dying today.”

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✨What kind of skincare routines I think the BSD characters have✨

I randomly got the idea for this so here we go!

Characters: Atsushi, Dazai, Kunikida, Yosano, Akutagawa, Chuuya, Sigma, Fyodor, Nikolai

Atsushi

I feel like this could go either way

Either he has something but it’s pretty basic (like a face wash and maybe moisturizer)

Or he just uses like. Dawn dish soap.

(I know that in wan he said he uses only a bar of soap but wan isn’t canon and shhh lemme have my headcanons)

Dazai

Haha. No. Absolutely not.

I’d be surprised if he even washes his face every single day

Kunikida

His is probably pretty good

He probably has a pretty strict bedtime routine that he sticks to religiously

He doesn’t buy super expensive products or ones he doesn’t need but he takes it seriously

Yosano

Girl has it down to a SCIENCE

Her skin is fucking radiant

Doctor knowledge also lets her know better what products are best (I know she’s not a dermatologist but still)

Akutagawa

He used to not have one

Gin convinced him to do one with her

They do it together as sibling bonding time

Chuuya

I feel like he has a pretty good one too

Somewhere on the scale between Kunikida and Yosano

This man buys the super expensive products. He’s got the money so he may as well

When they were older teenagers Dazai 100% teased him about it

Sigma

He’s definitely got one, probably one that’s kind of extensive too

He uses it as a way to calm down and unwind

Fyodor

No.

This man looks like he hasn’t showered since the Cambrian era and you really expect him to take care of his skin?

Nikolai

Views it as tethering him to other people

Probably uses some shit like lighter fluid/j

Might make a part 2

[intheticklecloset]

hellooo!! i saw you’re peppermint mochas are open! if the reqs for the bsd fandom hasn’t filled up yet, may i pls req 💚🧣with sskk? thank youuu!!

❄️ Peppermint Mocha Special Order ❄️

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“Weheheheheheretiger, plehehehehehehease! No mohohohohohohore!”

Atsushi clicked his tongue knowingly. “You know, for all of your begging me to stop, you’re not really trying all that hard to get away.”

“I cahahahahahahahahan’t—!”

“It’s not like I wrapped that thing around you very tight, you know—”

“Stohohohohohohohop tahahahahahahahalking, you ahahahahahahahahasshole!”

Atsushi giggled. It was rare that his boyfriend called him anything other than ‘weretiger,’ and while hearing his name tumbling out of Akutagawa’s lips when he was like this made his heart flutter, hearing him call him something so blatantly rude felt like total victory.

The two of them had been enjoying a winter night indoors together – complete with a looping fireplace since neither of them had a real one – and a cozy throw blanket. Somewhere in their soft flirtations, Akutagawa had muttered something that triggered the weretiger’s playfulness, and he quickly wrapped the mafioso’s arms up behind his back in the throw blanket, then proceeded to sit on him and dig and scribble along his upper torso.

And Akutagawa was loving it, though he’d never admit it, of course.

“You’re gonna have to say it eventually, you know.” Atsushi’s words were light and airy, but his fingers finally deviated to his partner’s lower ribs – a clear warning. “Just give it up now and save yourself the embarrassment.”

Akutagawa whined at the change in location, giggles becoming higher pitched. He squirmed but still made no effort to really escape. “It’s alreheheheheheheady embahahahahaharrassing! I’ll nehehehehever sahahahahahahay it!”

Atsushi smirked, hooking his fingers along his boyfriend’s back ribs and pressing his thumbs in dangerously to the front. “You sure?”

The darker man’s breath caught, but he still shook his head. “Nehehehehever!”

“If you say so.”

Within seconds Akutagawa was cackling out his laughter, head thrown back with uncontained mirth and digging his heels into the cushions desperately. He tried arching his back to free his trapped arms, but it only pushed him further into Atsushi’s tickling warpath, and he collapsed back down in defeat immediately.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WEHEHEHEHEHEHERETIGER, DOHOHOHOHOHON’T!!”

“I’ll stop when you admit it~”

“I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T – PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Akutagawa’s shriek of hysteria was broken off in a snort, his franticness becoming clearer by the second. “PLEASE DON’T MAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE ME SAHAHAHAHAHAY THAHAHAHAHAHAT!!”

It was time to bring out the big guns. Atsushi clawed all of his fingertips into his boyfriend’s lowest ribs and teased, “Guess I’ll just keep tickle, tickle, tickling you, then!”

Akutagawa snorted a second time, then dissolved into his signature raspy wheezes, pleading, “Fihihihine I’ll sahahahahahay it! Please, I cahahahahahan’t breheheheheheathe!”

Atsushi stopped immediately, knowing from past experience that Aku was entirely serious, switching to rubbing soothingly up and down his chest instead. After a few seconds had passed, he said, “Well?”

Akutagawa groaned, but true to his word, he muttered, “I’m…I’m your…snuggle bunny.” The blush that blossomed on his cheeks was furious and immediate. “Dammit, weretiger!”

Atsushi laughed, then fell on top of him and leaned in to kiss his neck. “Yeah, you are. And now I’m gonna snuggle you, okay?”

Akutagawa let out an embarrassed but pleased grunt.

Sometimes it was nice to just be silly with his boyfriend.

[foundedroses]

Akutagawa content when??????

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ "Tie me up with leather and silk" Pairing: akutagawa x f!reader

Plot: your boyfriend , akutagawa was never really the intimate type, but a stressful day at work can change all of it.

Wc: 1.9k

Cw: MDNI, mild cursing, bondage, f! Reader, sexual content.

A/n: ah, thank you sm for the req! Akutagawa might be one of my favs to write for! I wrote this at 1am, so i hope i didnt make any spelling errors :)

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You were pretty much accustomed to being alone most nights. Having a partner who worked for the port mafia certainly had its downsides, and that meant not having Akutagawa with you most nights. That was like this night.

You sat in almost sheer darkness, bundled up in a white fluffy blanket of yours on the couch in front of the tv, which you had been watching nonsense, flicking through the station that had the same nature documentaries playing on every channel.

The cold night air managed to seep its way through the crack under the front door, making you shiver as you felt the cool air tingle up your spine. You sat there wrapped up like a blanket burrito, debating whether you wanted to risk freezing to close the partially opened door.

You settled with staying bundled up on the sofa, deciding it’d be best to suck up and put up with the consistent cook temperature leaking into the living room.

It had almost been five hours since you last heard from Akutagawa. Normally you wouldn’t be worried, you knew your boyfriend was often busy. But that day, you knew that he was going into a particularly dangerous mission, and you were a nervous wreck the whole day from the morning he left the house.

You checked your text messages on your phone. Nothing. That wasn’t a surprise. Akutagawa wasn’t really a person who’d text twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. You exhaled a soft sigh and tossed your phone onto the couch. You wrapped yourself up tighter in your blanket and rested your head back against the sofa cushion. The only thing that you could do is wait for your partner to return.

You reached for the television remote to spend the next five hours flicking through meaningless tv programs but heard suddenly the front door open. You dropped the remote down and quickly looked up towards the entrance of the apartment.

You slowly reached for the butter knife that was sitting across the plate on the coffee table from your dinner that evening. It was the most substantial piece of weaponry, but it was all that was in arms reach. You have seen countless horror films to know that when an intruder steps into your house, you should grab the nearest weapon to defend yourself.

Unable to see through the mist of darkness embracing the room, you squint your eyes to get a better view. Through the dim light protruding from the tv screen, you could easily make out that it was Akutagawa, the jingling of the house keys proved it.

You could also tell that the intruder who had entered your house was definitely your boyfriend, because you heard the phrase “weretiger” being muttered at least seven times when he opened the front door. With the door finally slamming shut, you heard Akutagawa cursing under his breath as he walked into the living room where you were sitting.

He approached the side of the couch where you sat, he seemed…agitated. The black haired man stared down at you with a deathly gaze complementing his eyes. With a harsh voice, he spat. “Y/n. Bedroom. Now.” He roughly grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you up from the sofa, almost immediately dragging you behind him.

You stumbled to your feet and quickly trailed after him, being careful not to fall over as you were beginning to feel pins and needles forming in your legs from sitting on the couch for the whole time he was gone. Other than that, this was strange. Akutagawa was never so…provocative, if you would say.

You tried to slow him down by coming to a swift halt as the two of you had reached the end of the staircase. “Aku…what’s this all about?” You asked, surprisingly a little out of breath even though you were dragged just from the living room to the stairs. ‘Is something the matter?’ You sounded genuinely concerned.

Akutagawa stopped pulling you behind him and turned his head. He gazed into your eyes, his own narrowing at the question you had asked. “Stress. That’s what the matter is.” With that leaving his mouth, he suddenly crashed his lips into yours, grabbing you roughly by the shoulders and holding you close against him.

Although the kiss was harsh and seemed almost a bit careless, you didn’t dare pull away; Your breathing hitched when you felt one of his hands leave your shoulder and migrate down to your hip. You slowly withdrew your lips from his, beaded strings of saliva connecting from your lips to his. “I think we should head upstairs.” You stated, snaking your arms around Akutagawa’s neck, staring into his dark eyes with your own. ‘Before things start to get heated.’

Akutagawa tilted his head to one side, almost confused by your words. He lightly shook his head, wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing you in. “Why? Right here is fine.”

Your face deadpanned just before you let out a small giggle. You playfully shook your head side to side with a light toned pink blush spreading across both your cheeks. “Come on ~ let’s just go upstairs.” You sneered with a small smile, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

Akutagawa was almost adamant with the location the two of you were already at. Instead of complying like a normal person would, he acted like the complete opposite of a normal person.

Before you could even utter another word, tattered black fabric drills, almost tentacle-like , grasped around your wrists and roughly pinned you up against the wall. A broken gasp was torn straight from your throat when Akutagawa pressed his lips up against yours, gently nibbling at your bottom lip as the ropes of fabric tightened around your slender wrists.

You sunk your body back against the wall, knowing you had no chance of breaking free from the grasp that rashomon had on you, not that you were ever planning on escaping. The thrill that Akutagawa had given you was enough to rile you up.

You shuddered and gently moaned when you soon felt Akutagawa run his hands up the sides of your torso, slowly making their way up to your chest and gently squeezing your breasts. You drooped your head downwards and let out a panting breath. “R-Ryu~...” You breathed out his name and gazed up at him, pupils dark and dilated and your cheeks flushed a subtle shade of red.

Keeping your wrists constricted by his ability, Akutagawa stared down at you almost carelessly. His eyes moved up and down, trailing up and down your body. In a usual cold tone, he asked, “You’re really that desperate for me, aren’t you?...Such a filthy slut” The fabric around your wrists tightened more, the strain against your skin causing you to cry out in both pain and pleasure.

Akutagawa muttered a scoff and looked away from you for a moment, leaving you nearly pleading for his attention. “Ryu ~...please don’t leave me in this state~” You sounded pathetic, begging him so desperately as if your life depended on him. You squint your eyes as you feel hot tears prick your cornea, your body feeling hotter than a furnace when you let out another soft groan of neediness.

It’d be a lie to say that your whiny moans and whimpering weren’t affecting Akutagawa in the slightest bit. He directed his eyes down at you, avoiding any eye contact in order to maintain control of his own composure as he was beginning to feel his body heat up on him.

You soon opened your eyes and gazed up at him, your wrists bound against the wall behind you to continue to refrain from your movements. You almost couldn’t help but notice the tent forming against the crotch of his trousers, that he also sensed and shot his glare up to you.

Piercingly staring at you, his eyes filled with lust and what seemed to be frustration, Akutagawa released rashomons’ grasp on your wrists. He grabbed your shoulder and pushed you up against the wall again, his other hand moving down and spreading your legs apart just the slightest.

A whimper was taken straight from your lips and you closed your eyes tightly. You could feel Akutagawa’s cold hands against the insides of your thighs, his soft skin against yours fueled the arousal that was brewing between your legs.

Akutagawa glanced up at you, taking his hand away for a moment before swiftly pulling down both your shorts and panties in one fast motion. He stared down at your cunt greedily, his eyes nearly resembling something animalistic as he pushed his body against yours firmly, cornering you up against the drywall behind you. With your panties pushed all the way down to your knees, Akutagawa raised his hand before plunging two fingers deep inside of your dripping cunt.

“F-Fuck, Akutagawa!~” You cried out and grabbed a hold of his shoulder to try to stabilize yourself. Your legs trembled and you opened them wider for him, your slick soaking down your thighs as the raven haired man pumped his fingers in and out of your quivering cunt.

Akutagawa pressed his body into yours, moving his face closer to yours and in a hush but also cold voice, he whispered into your ear. “Listen to me, and listen carefully…” It sounded almost like a threat, his words laced with both a deadly venom and a desperate lust. ‘I want you to cum, right now…prove to me what a desperate whore you are for me.’

That word. Whore. That was all it took for you to lose every ounce of control that you ever had in your body all at once. Your mouth fell open and you drew your head back, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you groaned raspily. The man before you had you instantly seeing stars as your arousal and sticky fluids dripped all down your inner thighs.

You could feel your body convulsing and shaking as you slowly and gradually came down from your high. You finally opened up your eyes and stared straight into Akutagawa’s.

He gazed back at you, his eyes softened and he looked almost more relaxed than before. His fingers at least four centimeters still inside of you, he slowly dropped his head down onto your shoulder. You could hear his somewhat like pants against your ear when he raised his head again. The man just so quickly covered his mouth with his spare hand before breaking into a small fit of coughs, his voice coarse and almost withering. He pulled his fingers from inside of you, wiping his hand against the fabric of his coat before placing his hand to his chest.

A slight tinge of pity glazed your expression and you forced your lips into a small, weak smile. It hurt you to see your partner suffer through such an awful illness that didn’t even rest during your most intimate times together. You placed a hand to his shoulder and raised your other to cup his cheek gently. “It’s okay…we don’t need to go on.” You reassured him, softly stroking his cheek with the back of your finger. You didn’t want to exceed his limits.

Akutagawa finally stopped coughing and slowly took his hand from covering his mouth. He stared down at you and narrowed his eyes. “No…I am going to give you the pleasure I wish to give you.” His eyes followed up and he gazed towards the staircase. He grabbed your wrist and attempted to drag you behind him. “Now come, I don’t have all day.”

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[mncxbe]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...

ೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: pwp, needy/pervy? men, backseat activities, creampie, pet names, not proofread

the 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 who watch you from the distance, not daring to interact with you in any way. their life is messy, dangerous– violence and death leaving no space for love. and even if he could afford such mundane affections, an angel like you would never turn their gaze on them, right?

well, that's what he thought until you hit him up. walking up behind him and tapping his shoulder with the most innocent smile plastered on your pretty face. "Hey there, stranger. You look a little lost" it's all you say, your voice barely audible over the loud music and chatter in the bar. he thinks you look prettier up close and finds himself unable to reply with any witty or flirty remark. "Not really, it's just not a place I usually go to".

'stupid idiot–' it's all he can say to himself, the fear of coming across as uninterested and pushing you away rooted deep in his bones. but his comment only makes your smile widen. you lean in and he feels his cock straining his pants when you brush your fingertips against his thigh, moving them upwards, tempting him "Then why don't we go somewhere more comfortable for both of us?"

That's how you ended up in the backseat of his car with his hand cupping your panty clad ass "Please baby take 'em off for me, will you?" he pleads and you indulge him, sliding off the lace trimmed panties to grant him access to your cunt before climbing back on his lap.

It feels good, too good, the way you grind on his hand– his fingertips shoved snugly against your sweet spot, causing moans and mewls to spill from your glossy lips as your hands find his belt, skillfully unbuckling it. his cock slides inside you easily, stretching your gummy walls and fuck– you feel just like he imagined.

it doesn't take too long for the windows to fog up– not when he's messily bucking his hips to meet your grinds, panting like he'd just run a marathon. "that's it pretty girl just keep bouncing on me ah fuck— feels too good. y'er sqeezing me so tight–" he whines between shallow breaths, completely lost in the feeling of your walls clamping down on him. he never thought a man like him would ever reach heaven but there he is, buried deep inside your pretty little cunt.

he's not used to the pleasure, really, so it doesn't take him long to reach his high. an unfamiliar warmth pools in his core, making him feel dizzy. he closes his eyes and doesn't even realize that his hands are fiercely squeezing your hips– keeping you nice and steady as he ruts inside you, his leaking tip hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. "fuck, fuck, fuck baby 'm close" he groans and it's like music to your ears.

the feeling is overwhelming, so many emotions swirling inside him all at once– it's like you dug deep inside his soul and opened Pandora's box. guilt, need, shame, bliss, adoration. if it weren't for the tears spilling from his eyes you wouldn't be aware of the effect you had on him.

you smile and gently wipe his tears away, placing little kisses on his cheeks as you cup his face with your hands, encouraging him to keep going "make yourself feel good for me, okay? you deserve it you're doing good. c'mon cum for me, handsome"

and he does— and it feels like heaven. his vision blurs as his cum spurts inside you, painting your gummy walls white. it takes him a while to regain his breath and composure, but even when his calm-and-collected mask is back on the grip on your hips doesn't falter. he keeps himself sheathed inside you as you lean against him, your combined juices leaking down to his base.

"so..." you eventually speak up, your face still buried in the crook of his neck. "you feeling better now?" he only hums for lack of a better response, kissing the crown of your head and wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you flush against his chest. he can't bring himself to tell you he's afraid to let you go, that he wants to stay like this for one more minute– to indulge himself the pleasure and comfort of normality and intimacy. because in the end he's still a stranger to you. still... things may change between you and this luxury he rarely affords could become part of his routine– if you want that too. for now he can only hope for something more and let the rough edges of his soul soften up in your embrace.

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈, 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, 𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀, 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐎, 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀, 𝐀𝐊𝐈, (𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫) 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐄 ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡