#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

[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.

[moomuzan]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Add Up My Love

or ( hyper- ) specific romance imagines with dazai, chuuya, ranpo, akutagawa, fyodor

You had never seen Dazai so quiet. The late evening light painted the room in shades of amber, casting a golden halo around him as he sat at his desk, pen gliding smoothly over paper. His expression was unguarded, almost vulnerable, lips moving faintly as though he were whispering the words he was writing to the empty air. There was a stillness to him, an absence of his usual dramatics, that made you pause in the doorway, hesitant to disturb the rare peace. But curiosity, that insistent pull, eventually dragged you closer. “Dazai?” you called softly.

His hand stilled mid-word, shoulders stiffening as if caught in a secret. Slowly, he turned to face you, his usual grin making an appearance, but it lacked its usual spark. “Ah, bella,” he drawled lightly, “what impeccable timing. Caught me in the middle of my dull, bureaucratic duties.” But your eyes had already fallen to the letter on the desk, its ink still glistening, the words “To my dearest, whenever you find this,” staring back at you. As your chest tightened, and realization dawned, you reached for the paper. Surprisingly, he didn’t stop you, only sighed, and leaned back in his chair. “Just leaving something behind,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “For you. In case there’s ever a day I can’t say these things myself.”

dt siyun xo

Chuuya’s boots echoed through the hallway as he entered your apartment, his gaze immediately snapping to you, barely standing on your own. As you swayed slightly, the wine still clouding your mind, his expression darkened. “You’re a mess,” he grumbled, his voice sharp but laced with something that wasn’t quite anger. Without waiting for you to respond, he was already at your side, his hand steadying your waist with surprising firmness, his other arm around your shoulders, guiding you toward the bathroom. “C’mon, you’re not going to bed like this.”

You mumbled something incoherent, but he paid it no mind, already pulling a chair out in front of the mirror and gently sitting you down. His movements were surprisingly tender as he grabbed the makeup remover. There was no hurry in his hands as he carefully pressed the cotton pad to your skin, wiping away the smeared mascara with an attention to detail that caught you off guard. His eyes, though gruff, softened as they traced your face, erasing the evidence of your night out. “Can’t believe you let yourself get this bad,” he murmured, though there was no real bite behind the words. When Chuuya moved to your hair, his fingers slid through your tangles, gentle but insistent, working through each knot with a patience that felt almost reverent. “Don’t move.” With a touch softer than you had ever expected from him, he brushed your hair with careful strokes. “I’m staying with you until you have sobered up.”

Akutagawa lingered at the edge of the room, watching you with a quiet intensity. The dim glow of the streetlights outside bathed your form in a soft halo, your chest rising and falling in a gentle, almost hypnotic rhythm. Replaced by an unfamiliar stillness as he observed the delicate vulnerability you wore in your sleep, the cold edges of his usual demeanor melted away. Every line of tension in his body seemed to ease, and for a fleeting moment, the weight of the world felt distant. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, softened as they traced the curve of your face, the way your hair fell carelessly around you. He found himself held captive by the simplicity of the moment, as if your presence alone grounded him.

You shifted in your sleep, muttering something barely audible, and Akutagawa froze. The sound of your voice, though muffled by sleep, stirred something deep inside him—a pull he couldn’t resist. His heart thudded a little louder, and before he could stop himself, a quiet, gruff sound slipped from his lips. “Tch, idiot,” he murmured, his tone betraying an uncharacteristic tenderness. He quickly turned away, a faint flush rising to his cheeks, his pulse quickening in a way that both startled and unsettled him. Gripping the doorframe to steady himself, as if the weight of this strange emotion might overwhelm him, he retreated into the shadows while his mind raced with feelings tangled into something more profound than he’d ever expected.

Dim lights of the room flickered as soft piano notes drifted through the air, barely audible, as if the music itself were hesitant to interrupt the silence between you. Fyodor stood before you, his presence commanding, even in the stillness. His hands hovered near your waist, their tension palpable, a silent request for you to take control. There was no impatience in his gaze, only a quiet insistence, a rare vulnerability from the man who always held everything so tightly. His eyes, dark and unreadable, bore into yours, waiting—no words, just a soft, unspoken command that he would follow you, if only you dared. A test? Yeah, definitely.

As you took the first step, his hand settled against your back, fingers brushing against the fabric of your clothes with surprising tenderness. The faintest tremor of control still lingered in his touch, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let you lead with quiet confidence, as if testing the limits of his restraint. The stillness between your movements was thrilling, charged with an electricity neither of you dared to acknowledge. Steady yet barely noticeable, his breath became the only sound that mattered to you as you swayed together, the dance becoming something far more intimate, a shared language only the two of you understood. Although the tension in his body was almost imperceptible,you felt it—his willingness to surrender, if only for this moment.

The quiet morning wrapping you in a serene haze, you woke up slowly, but it was the weight of Ranpo’s arm around you that pulled you fully from sleep. Though, the moment he felt your gentle movements under his touch, he instinctively drew you closer, his form curling tighter against yours as though the intimacy was a need he couldn’t deny. Completely unaware of how tightly he was holding you, his lips buried in the crook of your neck, his breath warm and steady. He was deep in sleep, yet his grip continued to tighten, as though afraid of losing the radiating warmth of your presence. His legs were tangled with yours, and his hand rested possessively but gently on your waist, each little movement of his body a subconscious plea to stay as close as possible.

You couldn’t help but smile at the way he clung to you, his face peaceful and unaware of the vulnerability he was showing. It was a side of him you rarely saw—the brilliant, always composed detective reduced to nothing more than a boy seeking comfort in the quiet security of your arms. Even if he didn’t realize it, his soft sighs and the faint tugging at your shirt as he shifted closer made your heart swell. Before giving it much thought, you gently brushed his hair back, savoring the stillness, content to let him rest. For now, you simply stayed still, lost in the intimacy of that moment—where Ranpo, so often the one with all the answers, was nothing more than a quietly clinging soul seeking warmth.

dt dorothea

a/n: oh alright, need me a chuuya to brush my hair. can yall see the vision? it’s a physical need atp.

xoxo

[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.

𝗔𝗧𝗦���𝗦𝗛𝗜:

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

[soukokuforthesoul]

the problem with the soukokus was the fact that they were too far in to be saved. the problem was that fukuzawa and mori had never truly been allies, in life, but that falling for each other, regardless, had always been inevitable. the problem was that dazai and chuuya could only truly trust each other, to the point that they became each other’s biggest weakness. the problem was that atsushi and akutagawa would never find anyone else to balance them out like the other did, and that, alone, they would only overwhelm themselves. the problem was that they loved, and trusted, and grounded each other in a way nobody else ever could. if you put one of them on one side of a scale—fukuzawa, dazai, and atsushi—it would tip over. if you took them off, and placed the others on the other side—mori, chuuya, and akutagawa—it would tip over. but if you put them all on—with fukuzawa, dazai, and atsushi on one end, and mori, chuuya, and akutagawa on the other—it would balance out exactly. because they all held what the other lacked. and, in that way, they would only be able to stagger on, without each other. fukuzawa thought with his heart, and mori thought with his head. dazai lacked compassion, and chuuya was overwhelmed with it. atsushi overthought everything, and akutagawa dove right in. to the other, their flaws were their strengths. if only fukuzawa could think more logically, if only mori could think more of feelings, if only dazai were kinder, if only chuuya were less forgiving, if only atsushi stopped hesitating, if only akutagawa stopped to think. if only, if only, if only—they could only be perfect when the other was there. alone, they were stranded in a world they would never be able to truly live in. the problem with the soukokus was that their love was a double edged sword that would one day spin around and plunge straight through their hearts.

[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（｡>‿‿<｡ ）

[crowscadence]

✨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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[twinksintrees]

When Chuuya got the call Dazai had vanished from the Port Mafia, he had hung up with a smile.

The fucker did it, he got out. He got what he wanted, and Chuuya was happy for him.

Now, he was free. He could do what he wanted, live by his own rules.

He could grow and heal and do better, be better than he had ever been before.

He didn’t have to worry about Dazai ending it anymore. Now that he was out he knew he wouldn’t throw it all away, not after the years it took to get here.

Chuuya wanted the best for him, and now that he got it, he was over the moon.

Chuuya wasn’t worried about this being the end. Their paths would cross again, they were both too stubborn to let them not. Too tied together, bound by the hip, inextricably linked.

They were double black, afterall. Simply on a break, for now.

[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｡