#doppo cheeked up

[kunikidasfatass]

some wan ass for the people

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

What you doing out here with all this ass?

[violentdelights-violentendss]

When BSD men have to carry you.

Pairing: Fem!Reader/BSD Men

In this post: ✨Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Doppo Kunikida, Atsushi Nakajima, Yukichi Fukuzawa, Edogawa Ranpo, Fyodor Dostoyevsky✨

Synopsis; Various scenarios where the BSD men have to carry you in their arms.

Guys should I double space or single space my paragraphs? Let me know…Bro this turned out to be a BEAST! Please requests are open!! Request for bsd or any other character!

Edogawa Ranpo

You had been walking home with your boyfriend, strolling peacefully as the dying sun elongated your shadows on the empty pavement. Your hand rested in Ranpo’s right hand, his left hand holding a lollipop he was happily licking.

Your eyes were staring at your feet, but your mind was elsewhere, thinking back to day you had spent in the office, more precisely Kenji’s small cousins coming to visit him from the countryside. The very unplanned visit had obviously caused chaos in the already disorganized life the Armed Detective Agency lived (Kunikida had almost died on the spot), but soon everyone started having fun. One precise moment had remained etched to your brain, recalling memories of your childhood you yourself had forgotten: Dazai carrying the little children on his back, twirling them around as they laughed.

The last time you had been carried in someone’s arms was so long ago the memory was fuzzy, and almost non-existent in your brain. Slowly, you wondered if your genius boyfriend would maybe comply to your very childish wish. The words bubbled in your chest, quickly pressing against your lips. You tried to calm down your beating heart, slightly embarrassed, but before you could even utter the first syllable, Ranpo turned to look at you, his eyes glittering in the sunset.

“I’ll do it just because it’s you.”

“H-how did you know what I wanted to ask?” Your boyfriend’s mind never ceased to amaze you.

“I was watching you today at the agency, and I immediately knew what you were thinking when you looked at Dazai.” Your cheeks became an even darker shade of red, and you nibbled on your lip, feeling embarrassment running all over your body.

Ranpo cleared his throat, and you glanced back at him, finding him kneeling in front of you, his lollipop hanging lazily from his lips. Your heart skipped a beat, and a happy giggle flew out of your mouth before you climbed on your boyfriend’s back. He quickly adjusted his hands to hold you more comfortably. “Hold on tight.” He called to you, before standing up.

You gasped, throwing your arms around his neck, and nuzzling your lips against his neck. “Ah, (Y/N)! That tickles!” He whined, making you laugh even more.

Ranpo started walking again, heading towards your home. You were on cloud nine, happily expressing your joy by kissing every inch of Ranpo’s skin that you could reach. “I love you, I love you!” You kept repeating, an idiotic smile practically glued to your lips.

“The things I do for you!” He exclaimed, faking annoyance, even through his heart beamed with joy, knowing he was the one who had made you smile so brightly you were rivaling the sun.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

You had been lying down on the couch in Akutagwa’s office for the past hour, patiently waiting for him to finish working on some paperwork that had to be absolutely handed in by the end of the day. You had first come in as you two had planned to walk home, but your boyfriend had quickly explained the situation. Working in the same organization, you understood, and simply pressed a kiss to his pale skin before settling down comfortably, and waiting for him to be done.

As time sluggishly went on, the cozy warmth in Akutagwa’s office and his delicate cologne that permeated everything around you, slowly started to make you drowsy. The constant scratching of his pen against the paper did not help either, and you were soon slipping in and out of consciousness.

Akutagawa finished the last report he had to write, exhaling quietly, a little bit of tension easing from his shoulders. He slipped the lid on his pen, ordering the pages on his desk, knowing his assistant would deliver them as soon as you two would leave. Akutagawa stood up, stretching his back. “(Y/N), I’m done, let’s go…” His words trailed off when he turned to face you, finding you to be adorably sleeping on his couch.

The sight almost melted his heart, before he sadly realized he had to wake you up, even though he knew you had had trouble sleeping last night. He sincerely did not want to wake you up, desiring you to get the sleep you so needed. Akutagawa brainstormed for a few moments, thinking how to solve the issue, before an idea stepped forward: quietly, and delicately, Akutagawa commended Rashomon to slither towards you, picking you up with the most care in the world to not wake you. The dark coils carried you to your boyfriend’s back, placing you vertically against him, so your chest was pressing against his back. The black tendrils wrapped around your torso, safely locking you to Alutagwa’s back, making you become an almost human backpack. Your boyfriend reached to place your limp arms around his neck, and commanded Rashomon to hold your legs against him, so they wouldn’t accidentally drag on the floor and hurt you. And finally, one more coil gently supported your neck, your cheek now pressing against Akutagawa’s shoulder.

He made sure that you were soundly asleep before he walked out of the office, non caring of the other Port Mafia members who glanced at you two, clearly confused. The only unfazed one seemed to be Chuuya, but what could surprise him after years of living with Dazai?

The whole way home, Akutagawa made sure you were always sound asleep and comfortable, timidly holding your hand when he was sure he was very very very far away from the Port Mafia headquarters. When you two were in the elevator in your apartment complex, Akutagawa looked at you through the reflection, feeling his heart flutter when he realized you had started drooling in your sleep. You were truly the most beautiful women in the world.

He quietly shut the door of your apartment. Akutagawa gently laid you down on your bed, making sure you weren’t about to fall off the edge of the bed, before he finally allowed Rashomon to retreat. Just as he turned around to go grab his phone, he felt your warm hand on his wrist. He turned around, seeing you sleepily look at him, your eyes caked in sleep and barely remembered dreams.

“Come lay in bed?” You asked sluggishly.

Akutagawa could not resist. He quickly climbed bed next to you, welcoming you in his embrace, watching as you used his chest as a pillow. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, suddenly wincing. Before Akutagawa could ask what was wrong, you mumbled, “There’s a wet spot on your back,”

Akutagawa could not help the small smile on his face, kissing your forehead. “I know. Don’t worry about it.” You complied, quickly slipping back into slumber, and Akutagawa soon followed, closing his eyes.

Osamu Dazai

You had spent the whole day walking around Yokohama with Dazai, holding his hand tightly, eating whatever your hearts desired. Your last wish for the day was to go on the Ferris wheel, offering a night view of the twinkling city, making it resemble a field of fallen stars.

The both of you were at the very top of the Ferris Wheel; you were admiring the view, and Dazai had his head resting on your shoulder, observing the view of the city as well. His dark curls tickled your shoulders. “Did you have fun today, belladonna?” Dazai asked quietly, not wanting to destroy the magic of the moment.

“I had the best time of the my life. The only thing that put a blemish on today’s perfection was this skirt.” You pointed to the short skirt you had decided to wear that today.

Dazai glanced down after hearing your words, perplexedly staring at the article of clothing he had quite enjoyed on you: the skirt was beautiful on you, accentuating your gorgeous body. “Why was it a bad choice?” He asked, playing with the hem of it.

“Well, not the skirt in itself, but I usually wear some biker shorts underneath, because my thighs rub against each other and it hurts like a bitch! And I forgot them today!” You quickly hitched it up to show Dazai the reddened skin between your thighs. “And today’s heat did not help. Every step is an agony.” You admitted, hastily shoving your skirt down when you realized the ride was coming to an end.

Dazai chivalrously helped you out of the Ferris wheel, holding onto your arm. He noticed how you subtly tried to waddle instead of walking, not wanting your thighs to brush together again. “Bella, seeing you in such a dramatic situation makes your poor boyfriend’s heart bleed!” He dramatically stated, over exaggerating every word.

You chuckled. “I, your valiant boyfriend will sacrifice my knees for you.” He called, quickly kneeling in front of you.

“Are you sure, Dazai? I don’t want to hurt you…”

“My dear, you could never hurt me.” Dazai smiled at you, looking over his shoulder. You blushed, finally deciding that you could not walk anymore, and you gratefully climbed on his back, pressing a kiss to his head and whispering a soft, “Thank you.”

Dazai adjusted his hands to hold you comfortably and started walking home. “Am I not a gentleman, (Y/N)?” Dazai asked, turning to look at you and wiggle his eyebrows.

“Well, I am not so sure.” You laughed.

“Oh! You doubt my honor? For what reason, my lady?” Dazai whined.

“Well, I don’t think a gentleman would use this opportunity to touch my ass.” Dazai’s hands had been initially supporting your thighs, but his elegant fingers had soon slid further back, deciding to hold your butt, and you were sure that had not been just to carry you better.

Dazai tsked loudly. “T’is simply the fare to pay for this unique transport system.” You laughed, letting your head rest against his broad shoulders.

The rest of the walk home was peacefully, the two of you talking about random subjects. When you got home, Dazai gently rested you on the bed. “Do you want me to apply cream on the irritated skin?” He asked, starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Yes, please.”

Dazai quickly grabbed some Aloe Vera gel from the bathroom, coming back to the bedroom. You had removed your skirt, and were now lying in bed in just one of Dazai’s old shirts and your underwear.

Dazai knelt in front of your legs, quickly and efficiently applying the cream to all the irritated areas. After finishing, you pressed a kiss to his lips to thank him.

“Hey, (Y/N),”

“Yes?”

“Since you can’t close your leg until the cream has dried, can I eat you out?”

“Dazai!” You screamed, throwing a pillow at him. Your boyfriend ducked just in time.

“Hey! It’s not my fault! You’re lying there with your legs spread so enticingly!”

You threw all the pillows you had on the bed at Dazai’s head, and yet, somehow, he managed to have his way, keeping your legs spread way long after the cream had dried.

Doppo Kunikida

The day had been spent with the rest of the Armed Detective Agency at the beach, splashing in the water, running around and chasing each other in the water. You had built a sandcastle with Atushsi and Kyouka, sun-bathed with Dazai, and had taken strolls along the shoreline with your boyfriend, Kunikida.

You were currently helping Kenji and Rampo make another sandcastle, while Kunikida held a book in his hand, sitting in the shade. He wasn’t reading the book, too focused on watching you laugh and giggle, the story in front of him long forgotten. The sun was slowly descending, disappearing behind the thin line of the horizon.

Slowly, every member of the Agency had retreated to their rooms, and now only the four of you remained, wanting to enjoy every moment left in the dying day.

Kunikida glanced down at his watch, stretching his neck, and thinking maybe it was time to head home, leaving the day at the beach to became a memory. “(Y/N)!” He called, waving his arm to catch your attention. You turned around, smiling. Kunikida gestured to his watch, and you threw a thumbs up in his direction, quickly waving goodbye to Kenji and Rampo, before sauntering over to your boyfriend. You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, before you started helping him pack your towels and the various books the two of you had brought to the beach.

Holding one bag each, you started the walk back to the hotel, feeling the warmth of the cement underneath your flip-flops. “Today was so fun!” You squealed, sliding your hand in Kunikida’s.

“It sure was.” He answered back, threading your fingers together.

“I think my favorite part was when Dazai managed to convince the president to lie down in the sand and then made him a mermaid tail with the sand!” You giggled, also recalling Kunikida’s exasperated expression when he had caught Rampo trying to eat a snack that had fallen in the sand.

Kunikida chuckled. “It was a fun day today. We should take more holidays together.” He thought, already starting to meticulously plan the next one in his head.

You nodded, a sudden wave of exhaustion scaling your back and implanting its fangs in your head. Kunikida started mentioning other destinations that would be fun to visit, but your throat suddenly felt parched and your head boiling. You didn’t hear his words, the world starting to melt into confusing figures around you. Suddenly, the ground seemed to have been yanked away from you.

You managed to whimper Kunikida’s name before your legs gave up and you tumbled to the ground. Kunikida turned around, his smile evaporating when he realized your eyes had rolled to the back of your head and you were fainting. The bag he was carrying toppled to the ground and he dove to catch you, holding you in his arms.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” He asked, fear gripping his insides.

“Don’t worry, Kunikida. I think it’s just heatstroke. I did run around underneath the blazing sun for most of the day.” You chuckled dryly, trying to not worry your perpetually panicking boyfriend.

Your words did little to help Kunikida, who started digging through the bag closest to him, trying to find a water bottle he knew was there, his mind already flooding with self-deprecating thoughts because he had not thought about making sure you wouldn’t catch heatstroke.

Knowing your boyfriend, you could read his thoughts reflected in his gorgeous eyes, and gently squeezed his hand. Kunikida turned to look at you, water bottle in hand. “My darling over-thinker, it’s fine. This is not your fault.”

Kunikda gulped, nodding curtly, before opening the bottle and helping you drink half of it, pouring the rest on your head to help you cool down.

You waited a few more moments, resting in Kunikida’s lap before nodding. “Okay, I’m fine. Let’s keep going.” You tried to stand up, but before you had even managed to place one foot perpendicular to the ground, Kunikida had wrapped one arm around your back, and the other underneath your knees, lifting you up in his arms. You gasped, holding onto his neck.

“Kunikida! What are you doing?” You asked, as you watched him start walking.

“I am not making you walk when you are in these conditions.” He said, not wanting you to get even more tired. Seeing you collapse had already made him lose thirty years of his life; he didn’t need a repeat.

“But Kunikida, darling, I’m fine! I’m not that sick! And I’m too heavy for you!” You rambled, trying to get down. Your wiggling only made Kunikida hold onto you more tightly. The moment you uttered the last sentence, Kunikida stared at you, clearly waiting for you to take back what you had just said.

You pouted, realizing you could not win this fight. You rested your head on his shoulder, letting him take care of you.

The minute you got back to the hotel, Kunikida laid you down on the bed, raiding the mini fridge for ice, and gently placing it on your wrists and ankles. Only when you were lying in bed, slowly gaining back the sparkle in your eyes did Kunikida feel his heart stop beating a thousand times a minute, and let himself collapse on the bed.

Let’s just say, for the rest of the holiday, you were basically dragged back into the shade by Kunikida every 30 minutes.

Yukichi Fukuzawa

The evening was finally over; you had spent the whole night at a charity event held by the most powerful people in all of Yokohama. Your boyfriend, being Fukuzawa, the president of the Armed Detective Agency, had to attend, and to make his evening a little bit more bearable, he had asked you to accompany him.

The night had been relatively fun, talking to various people and enjoying some expensive champagne. The only tense moment was when the two of you had stumbled on Mori, who for some reason, was there as well. Luckily, no fight erupted between the two men; they curtly nodded at one another and then moved on with their own affairs.

The best part of the evening, for you, had been when they had played some slow, romantic music, and invented everyone to dance with their partners. You had enjoyed swaying in Fukuzawa’s arms, getting lost in his eyes. But you were paying the price now, your feet aching at every step in your stiletto heels. Every step feeling like shards of glass stabbed your already aching skin.

You and Fukuzawa were heading home, but every step was torture, a grimace carving itself in your face. “My dear, what is wrong?” Fukuzawa asked, his deep voice momentarily distracting you from the pain.

You glanced at him, your heart fluttering when your eyes caught his handsome face glimmering in the moonlight. You nodded down to your feet, lifting your dress’ skirt slightly to reveal your two personal torture machines. “My heels: they’re killing me.”

“Would you like to take them off?” Fukuzawa asked, glancing down at your black heels. He had never worn any type of heeled-shoe, but could imagine what they felt like.

“I wish, but I can’t walk home barefoot.”

“I’ll carry you.”

“What? No, Yukichi, I can’t let you carry me! Our house is far.”

“(Y/N), every step you have been taking these last few minutes makes you visibly wince in pain. I cannot let the woman I love suffer so.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, and couldn’t help but thank whichever divinity had gifted you this man. Using his shoulder for your balance, you slipped off your high heels, immediately becoming way shorter. You grimaced in pain when you noticed the shoes had managed to create various blisters on your feet. Your right foot had been more unlucky, raw skin visible in the silver light, and even a few trickles of blood.

Fukuzawa gently kneeled down in front of you, inspecting your feet. You saw concern paint his eyes, and his lips pressed a soft kiss to both your ankles. “You should have told me sooner,” he scolded gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You nodded shyly, knowing he was right. You bent down to retrieve your heels, holding them with the tip of your fingers.

As soon as you straightened your back, you suddenly felt Fukuzawa’s warm hands hold you, before you were hoisted into his arms, suddenly finding yourself to be almost kissing your boyfriend’s lips. You blinked, using your free hand to grasp his shoulder. “I thought you would carry me on your back,” you admitted, not complaining that Fukuzawa had decided to carry you in his arms instead. You could feel his warm, and solid chest against your body, making you feel safe and cared for.

“I already get to see you so little, I would like to spend the rest of the night with your beautiful face in my line of sight.” Fukuzawa said, glancing at you warmly. You leaned forward, pressing a fervent kiss to his lips, knowing that Fukuzawa wasn’t always the biggest fan of PDA. But this one time, your silver-haired partner, kissed you back, mirroring your passion, the moon’s inconsistent light shielding you from any unwanted attention.

You pulled back from the kiss, leaning against his shoulders, getting lulled by his rhythmic breath.

When the two of you got home, Fukuzawa immediately tended to your feet, disinfecting the wounds, and wrapping them with bandages, before the two of you cuddled underneath the blankets to fall asleep.

The next day, Fukuzawa seemed to hover around your desk more than usual, making sure you could walk without problem and did not need to be carried. You told him not to worry.

At the end of the day, Kunikida looked outside the window of the Armed Detective Agency, and quickly looked away, seeing his president pressing a soft kiss to your lips before whisking you into his arms.

Nakahara Chuuya

Chuuya downed the remaining champagne in his glass, chuckling alongside with Koyo. The Port Mafia Christmas party was in full swing around the two of them. The buffet had been adequately raided, and Chuuya noticed quite a few people drunkenly wobbling around. Higuchi was heavily leaning on Akutagawa in the left corner of the room. He knew that you were somewhere around the room, having fun with your friends. Chuuya had only spent a few moments with you, pressing a kiss to your hand before leaving you: being an executive, he terrified the rest of your friends who were of a greatly inferior in rank. To let them enjoy their evening, he had stepped aside.

Koyo poured some more champagne in his glass, the melted, golden liquid sloshing around the delicate glass. “This champagne is real good,” Chuuya chirped happily, suddenly feeling a tap on his sleeve and turning around. Tachihara was standing in front of him, arms crossed around his chest.

“(Y/N) needs you.” He pointed his finger behind him, gesturing to your current location. “She’s shit-faced drunk and is just calling your name.” After having done his job, Tachihara walked away, joining Akutagawa.

Chuuya sighed, setting down his glass. The remaining champagne called to him, but he had to go. “Sorry, Koyo. Boyfriend duty calls.” He waved goodbye to his companion, start to head in between the crowd to find you.

As soon as people noticed that it was Chuuya, one of the most powerful executives, they quickly moved away, letting him through. But alcohol had rendered their reaction time significantly lower, and Chuuya still struggled.

“If we get attacked now, we’re fucked.” He grunted, after he had managed to push past a huddle of people who had formed a dance line and had somehow managed to run into itself, creating chaos. Chuuya adjusted his hat, scanning the purple couches that had been set around the room for the party: you had been there, the last time he saw you.

Your twinkling, beautiful laugh reached his ears over the cacophony in the room, like a siren song luring him. He followed the sound he loved so much, and finally reached you. You and your friends were sitting where he had left you. Your table was littered with empty bottles of various alcoholics, some of them open, and languidly dripping on the tabletop. Most of your friends were snoring, passed out, but a few them resisted stoically, dancing, or more wobbling clumsily, to the music. You were sitting on the couch, your cheeks red with alcohol, your hair beautifully disheveled, and singing along to the song with slurred words.

Chuuya stepped closer to you, gently placing his hand on yours. “Princess, I heard you were looking for me.” You turned around, hearing your boyfriend’s voice.

“Chuuya!” You called, your happy voice almost reaching a supersonic level. Without warning, you hooked your finger in his belt, dragging him down to the couch with you. Chuuya had only the time to blink before you climbed in his lap, straddling him. “I missed��*hic*…I missed you!” You giggled, poking his cheek continuously.

“How much have you had to drink, sweetheart?” Chuuya asked, adjusting your skirt so nothing would be revealed to anyone in the room around you.

“I don’t know!” You smiled lopsidedly at him, suddenly feeling sleepy now that your boyfriend was here. You almost fell backwards, Chuuya bringing you back against him in time.

“Okay. That’s it. We’re going home.” Chuuya decided, knowing that tomorrow’s hangover would shatter all plans he had to go ice skating with you.

You were so tired, and the room was spinning so rapidly around you that you nodded, wanting to go home. But you still had one more playful spark inside your chest. “But you have to carry me!” You whined, gripping your boyfriend tightly.

Chuuya caressed your clothed back, sighing. You were adorably cute when you were drunk. The feared port mafia executive was putty in your hands, and he adored every moment of it. Using his ability, Chuuya made you lighter in his arms, starting to walk with you clung onto him like a drunk, but beautiful koala. You giggled happily, inhaling your boyfriend’s musky cologne, and feeling lulled to sleep by his rhythmic walking. Your fingers traced heart shapes on his vest, humming a nonsensical song you were making up on the spot.

The sleepy silence of the deserted street was suddenly broken by a loud laugh that escaped you, scaring Chuuya. “What’s so funny, doll?” He asked, his heartbeat slowly calming down.

“I just realized that I love you to the moon and back!” You singsonged, smushing Chuuya’s cheeks together. Your boyfriend stared back at you, nothing but love glimmering in his eyes.

“I wuv y’too.” He managed to mumble through his squished cheeks, his heart almost on fire with joy. A gorgeous smile decorated your face, and you looked as gorgeous as an antique painting, before you suddenly collapsed against his chest, snoring loudly.

“Doll? What? You can’t just declare your love for me and then start sleeping!” Chuuya called, trying to shake your arm. But you had said what you needed to say, and was now happily in dreamland, sleeping peacefully in your boyfriend’s arms.

Chuuya realized waking you was impossible, and decided to press a kiss to your forehead, instead. He pulled you closer in his arms, enjoying the stroll through the moonlit Yokohama with his drunk koala safely in his arms.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

You had been lying in bed for a few days now. Your throat ached, as if someone had sandpapered it, and your nose had become red from all the tissues you had used. Your body temperature was acting weird, swinging from absolute boiling to absolute freezing. Right now you were freezing, gripping the duvet around you with your trembling fingers.

Your boyfriend, Fyodor, had been staying away from you to avoid getting sick, his anemia not providing a strong enough shield for him to be there. He did come in the room a few times, wearing a mask, but bringing you food and water, and caressing your forehead.

Your teeth were chattering from how cold you felt, and with a sudden whine, you realized that the heater had accidentally gone off in your room, rendering it even more freezing. You tried to convince yourself that you could get out of bed and walk the few steps to the heater. With an inhumane effort you, you dragged yourself up to a sitting position, immediately falling into a brutal couching fit.

When you opened your watery eyes, you noticed Fyodor was sitting on the edge of the bed. You immediately covered your mouth. “Fyodor, what are you doing here?” You asked, your voice broken.

“I could hear you coughing from the other room, milaya.” He called, a cold finger caressing your cheek. You averted your gaze, feeling embarrassed that you were being a burden to your permanently busy boyfriend.

Fyodor quickly read what you were thinking in your body gestures, and decided that actions would cure your scared heart more than his words. He slowly approached you, lifting a chin and pressing a kiss to your nose. Your already flushed cheeks became even redder. Fyodor then slowly cradled you into his arms, feeling your quivers shake his body as well. He grabbed the duvet, and threw it over your body, making sure you were safely encapsulated in its warmth, before picking you up.

“No, Fyodor, I don’t want to tire you out and then make you sick,” You protested meekly, weakly trying to push yourself away from his body.

“You’re freezing, milaya.” Fyodor stated, pulling you closer to himself. He expertly avoided your question, not wanting to admit that hearing you sick, and alone, in the other room had slowly destroyed his heart. The shards had slowly blossomed into the realization that he would not mind getting sick, if he could just hold you against himself while working. But he would never admit it.

You were too weak to try and convince him, happily giving up and allowing yourself to rest in your lover’s embrace as he sat back down in his office chairs, returning to work. You adjusted yourself, trying to get comfortable, accidentally uncovering your feet. Fyodor immediately tucked you back in, not wanting you to feel an inch of the cold air on your skin.

It wasn’t rare that you slept in Fyodor’s arms while he worked, his scent lulling you into a deep slumber. Your blocked nose was preventing you from smelling anything, and you shifted around his lap helplessly.

Fyodor blocked your movements. You stared up at him, slightly afraid that he would kick you out for disturbing him. Instead, Fyodor gently pulled you against himself, making sure you were comfortable, but starting to hum a quiet, Russian lullaby.

You instantly calmed down, your eyelids becoming heavier. Your body felt at peace, the shivers no longer wrecking your body. Right before sleep dragged you under the surface, you slipped your hand in Fyodor’s and pulled it close to your chest. You snuggled against his chest, starting to snore adorably.

Fyodor could not help but gaze lovingly at you, singing the Russian lullaby till he was sure you wouldn’t wake. And only then, did he lean down and kiss your lips, murmuring a quiet, “I love you,” to your ear.

Nakajima Atsushi

Your weretiger boyfriend had thrown himself down the Armed Detective Agnecy stairs when Kunikida had told him you were coming back from a mission and had severely twisted your ankle. He was now anxiously pacing in front of the building, waiting for you.

When your taxi stopped in front of him, Atsushi almost ripped the car door off, worry sinking its claws in him. You smiled weakly at him, clearly very much in pain. “Hey darling,” you called, trying to calm Atsushi down, because he was clearly on the verge of a mental breakdown: his eyes were wide, his chest heaving, and he immediately ducked down to wrap you in his strong arms, irrationally fearing you might die from a twisted ankle.

You held him close to you, whispering that you were fine, and nothing was going to happen to you. When Atsushi’s heartbeat had steadied enough for him to not crumble on the ground crying, you pulled away from him, anchoring your left hand to the car door to slowly, and carefully slip out.

You put one foot down on the ground before Atsushi intervened. He would not let you walk on your foot, for no reason at all. He leaned down, and easily picked you up in his arms, his fingers digging into your skin, as if he were afraid you would slip out of his hold and hurt yourself even more.

As Atsushi carried you, you dragged your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp to further relax the panic that was tainting his gaze. The ironclad grip he had on you slowly loosened once he was in the elevator. “My knight in shining armor,” you giggled, caressing his chin.

“My love, please, please be careful from now on,” He whispered, looking at you with eyes that almost made you start crying. You nodded, pressing your forehead against his. And in the moment of peace, neither of you noticed the elevator door opening, signaling you had arrived to your destination.

You did, however, hear Kunikida shouting his head off because Dazai had accidentally poured coffee on his notebook. You and Atsushi giggled quietly, sharing one more chaste kiss before entering the chaos that was your office.

[dilfsfordinner]

He’s a virgin you know, so be gentle with him. Besides the calloused seal of his own fist, nobody, absolutely no one has touched him on that part of his body before. Although he was inexperienced, he wasn’t entirely stupid, for he knew what occurred between lovers, what could be possible for him one day; that day now coming to fruition by your hand. Because he had succumbed to your wiles, nothing would ever satisfy his hunger ever again. The curl of your tongue around his leaking tip was just the first thing to break him, your teeth grazing the throbbing veins of his shaft ripping apart his self control piece by piece. The soft lining of your cheeks was one thing, but your cunt was entirely another.

Straddling his shaking form, the sinking of your most intimate part clamping down on his cock had his lungs fighting for air, goosebumps erupting up the length of his spine. Never would he have expected it to feel this good, and it was all because of you. You were so snug and tight around his length, his previously innocent body now corrupted by your perfect cunt. Your soaked walls squelched as his twitching tip nudged at your cervix, and you would never forget the sight caused by it. Hair disheveled, chest rising and falling with erratic breaths, lips swollen and coated with your saliva, cheeks flushed a pretty red. You couldn’t even begin to list the sinful sight he bore, his eyes squeezed shut from the sensitivity, eyebrows drawn up and hands shaking to find the right place on your body. He was so clueless, it was adorable.

The problem with him being a virgin was how long he had stored himself up. His balls were so swollen, the lewd sound of his skin slapping yours pulling a reaction out of his body he couldn’t control. Clutching onto you, years worth of his abstinence spilled into you, his heartbeat spiking and eyes rolling back. Don’t ever forget this moment because the vulnerability seeping from him would probably be the last bit you would ever see.

Losing his virginity to you may have been one of the best moments of his life, but be sure to expect an insatiable hunger now, one that you would be subject to for weeks to come.

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LEVI ACKERMAN, Jean Kirstein, (literally all the AoT characters), Yuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki, Choso Kamo, Vinsmoke Sanji, Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy, Rin Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Isagi Yoichi, Doppo Kunikida, Reigen Arataka

[sleep-0-deprived]

Hi, I hope you are having a good week and please take care of yourself, I don't want you to get sick. Please don't mind me I'm just obsessed with your writings and this is my first request so if I do something wrong please ignore it.

Can you write teacher Kunikida and bottom! student male reader smut? The reader is quite a troublemaker and Kunikida decides to give him a punishment.

Like I said, if there is a problem, please ignore it. Have a nice day and thank you💜

Detention~

Math teacher Kunikida x male student reader

Mdni female aligned dni this is an 18+ blog with nsfw content below the cut

A/N Sorry this took to long I have a full inbox currently but I am trying to push more fics out soon and I really hope I did your imagination justice and the reader is eighteen obviously anyway I hope you enjoy!

“Now, do you have any clue why you’re here this time?” Kunikida asks out looking over at you with a stern expression as he pushes his glasses back up watching your movements closely as you sit at a desk in the front office for your detention. “Obviously I do, I mean I’m sitting in detention for a reason dummy” rolling your eyes looking at your math teacher crossing your arms.

“you’re a damn brat aren’t you?” Kunikida asks with an annoyed look on his face as he glares at you walking over bending down to your height.

“Brats get punishments don’t they?” He says sternly “yeah but I’m not a damn brat” you huff out rolling your eyes before you can say another word his hand grips your shoulder pulling you from your desk as he drags you over to his teacher desk sitting in the office chair as he bends you over his knee “I think someone needs to be disciplined?”

He mutters as he pulls your pants down pulling your boxers down to your ankles “h hey what are you doing Mr doppo?” You ask all flushed and oddly turned on despite the taboo nature you were eighteen and you did have a crush on this teacher for a while but in a you didn’t think anything would happen sort of way.

“I said you needed to be disciplined, and clearly no other methods are working are they?” He grunts out as he raises his hand high delivering a harsh slap to your left cheek leaving your s/c skin red with his hand print left in the wake “o ow sir!” You yelp out jumping slightly as you lay bent over his knee bitting your bottom lip hissing at the sensation but also enjoying it as your cock twitches between your thighs.

“is something wrong?” Mr Doppo asks in his same stern voice as he uses his hand to pinch and rub the cheek he just slapped as he reaches his hand down between your legs stroking the cock between your legs as it pulses in his hand making you shudder arching bent over his knee “s sir~”

managing to muffle out a word with your breath heavy all flushed as your tip leaks pre cum down your shaft as his thumb glides over your tip smearing it around as he strokes you hard before pulling his hand off before you can even climax “why should I let you reach your climax? Clearly you haven’t been a good boy have you? That’s why I’m punishing you” Mr doppo speaks out as his hand traces up your thighs massaging your ass cheeks with you bent over in his lap.

Your eyes wide and your lips pressed down into a pout as you get spanked “I-m sorry sir~!” You gasp out not meaning it just wanting to get off hopping your words please him as you squirm raising your ass up more as he slaps your other cheek making you yelp.

“I’m not stupid, boy” Mr doppo says as he holds your ass cheek firmly before slapping it when it gets all red and sensitive making you moan a small gasp raising you ass up more as your cock leaks on his slacks while you try to rut your hips against the older males thigh only to get spanked harder.

“O ow sir!” Letting out a whine as tears well up in your eyes making you nearly cum at the same time, sensing this Kunikida stopped spanking you for a split second “if you can be good for me maybe I’ll let you cum but only if you act good, understood boy?” He asks as he shoves two fingers prodding your red cheeks apart spitting on your rim.

“I’ll be good sir~!” You Whine out as your rim puckers from the cold exposure as you lay bent over the math teachers knee as his fingers press agaisnt pushing them both in stretching you “I hope you mean that boy” he grunts as he pushes both his fingers inside you as your walls tremble around him while you squirm adjusting to the feeling before he starts moving thin inside your ass.

“Mhm sir~” your head falling forward as you lay in his lap feeling his fingers rubbing right on your prostate curling as he pinches your ass cheek harshly with his free hand before his fingers move faster stretching your rim around his finger as they hit your deepest parts.

“Your tight aren’t you? Don’t tell me such a bad boy as yourself is a virgin is he?” Mr doppo coos teasing you as he curls his fingers putting pressure right on your prostate before you can speak as you lay bent over his knee in your detention gasping with your face all flushed humiliated at the truth in his words.

“N-no mhm not~” lying out as you gasp with your pre cum dripping onto the school tile floor making it shine slick as his fingers move harder making you on edge about to cum “now I don’t believe those words, your face is so flushed boy” Mr doppo hums pulling his fingers out of your hole leaving you on edge as you let out a frustrated whine.

“Hey! You said you’d let me cum sir?” You croak out as you lay exposed all hard with your hole stretched as it puckers around nothing “did I? Hm? I don’t remember saying that but if you wanna cum your gonna cum around me boy” he grunts picking you up and sitting you face down ass up across his desk making his papers flutter across the room falling on the floor.

“Hurry up Mr doppo I needa cum!” Begging out to your math teacher as the sound of shuffling fills the room when he undoes his belt buckle pulling his slacks down holding your hips as he pulls his cock free from his boxers stroking it, he was clean cut eight inches hard and clean shaven with a small patch of blond pines around his shaft as his tip leaked precut all puffy and pink as he positions himself against your ass running his leaking tip right against your prepped hole smearing his pre cum around on you.

“Use your manners, good boys say please don’t they?” Teasing your hole with his tip not pushing in yet waiting for you to beg before he does so “please sir I really needa cum I wanna feel you in me so bad!~” begging out raising your ass up more as he finally holds your hips thrusting in quickly making you hiss in pain.

“shh your doing good it’ll only hurt for a minute boy” his facade shifting when he sees your uncomfortable and adjusting to taking him, rubbing your sore ass cheek whispering out praises as his other hand rubs circles on your hips “you can m-ove sir~” whining out quietly as you hold onto the corner of his desk arching your back like a cat as he slowly thrusts forward holding your hip as his groin presses to your red ass cheeks.

“Mhm just like that, how does this feel?” Leaning down pinning you down harder on the desk using one hand pressing the arch of your back harshly holding you down on the desk as he starts to thrust snapping his hips with enough force to make you jerk forward while gasping “good sir! O oh~” moaning out placing one hand over your mouth not wanting any of the teachers or students hearing you getting fucked by your math teacher as his tip ruts right against your prostate making your eyes gloss over and your lips pouting and whining.

“Such a good boy” groaning as he holds your hips still staring to fuck you harder as he reaches his hand out from the arch of your back finding its way into your hair pulling it as he holds your head back grunting and bitting against the back of your neck as he pistons his cock into you making your walls clamp tight sucking him back in as your cock leaks pre cum on his desk showing how close you were as the desk beneath you creaks and the front office fills with the sound of skin slapping.

“A ah sir! H hm more I’m close~!” Begging shamelessly as you try to muffle your words with your hand blushing as your eyes roll back drooling on yourself as it runs down your chin making you whine as your ass cheeks get slapped by his hips as he rams right against your prostate making your rim stretch wide around him taking every inch of him as his hand holds your hair tight and the other gripping your hip with a grunt.

“Cum for me boy show me how good you feel” muffling out his words as Mr Doppo kisses your neck sucking on it as he ruts his hips into you making your body twitch and spasm as your cock pulses throbbing hard shooting white liquid ropes all over your math teachers desk making the ink on his papers smear but he doesn’t care about that right now as he keeps ducking you harder groaning chasing his own high.

“A ah!~ f fwuah~!” Crying out as you gasp twitching in your after glow as you get fucked through your orgasm “fuck!” Grunting as he pulls out of you cumming all over your red ass cheeks letting rough gasps out as his lips vibrate against the back or your neck his hips stuttering as he lets go of your hair holding onto you tightly as his body weight holds you under your math teacher with your knuckles trembling your hand letting go of his desk.

“You did so good for me boy” whispering in your ear panting as Mr Doppo uses one hand to hold your chin biting on your bottom lip with a growl as he kisses you all sloppy with your drool mixing with his as you come down from your high.

[heartdiluc]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ “PRETTY WHEN I CRY”

k!nktober 2/6 ; dacryphilia

characters. hsr, genshin, jjk, and bsd men

WARNINGS: explicit nsfw, sub gn reader (fem pet name once but nothing else), dacryphila/crying, penetration, pet names, praise, all consented actions, overstim, drabble format

[⚠️ read dni info and warnings before continuing]

he’s so mean to you !! you start crying softly because of how overwhelming everything is and how good your boyfriend is fucking you. he notices you muffled sobs and moves his hand up to your face, tilting it so you’re looking at him. “you crying?” he asks aloof, nearly smiling. “that’s adorable,” he says as he’s stifling any laughter. “i’ve barely started, pretty thing..” you barely have any time to comprehend what’s happening until he’s gripping your waist and fucking you harder. all you can do is let out another cry of his name and reach to hold onto his arms for comfort. you don’t even realize that’s he’s bringing his face to yours and licking at your tears.

childe/tartaglia, scaramouche, dazai osamu, chuuya nakahara, fitzgerald, gojo satoru, fushiguro toji, sukuna, blade

he feels bad but thinks you’re so cute when you’re crying. he just can’t help the fact that his dick gets hard when he sees your tear stained face that he finds so so pretty. especially since you’re crying because he’s making you feel good he is obsessed!!! “you look so pretty like this princess—fuck.. so perfect,” he mumbles while he keeps stuffing you full with his cock. you softly cry his name while shaking under his touches. and watching you get overstimulated just encourages him to fuck you more. if you’re not sobbing with shaky legs after he’s done, he thinks he didn’t do enough. he feels guilty but he makes up for it by kissing away any tears that are shed. <3

diluc, albedo, itto, dainsleif, alhaitham, baizhu, wriothesley, neuvillette, nanami kento, jing yuan, caleus

he teases you for it. “aw, darling… don’t tell me you’re already crying,” he laughs while his hands gently grip onto your waist and pull you farther down on his cock. you gasp out your boyfriend’s name which of course only feeds more into his persistent teasing. “oh? does my little slut like getting fucked so hard they cry? you seem to be enjoying yourself a lot,” he whispers to you before moving his hands from your waist to come up and cup your face. “come on pretty, make a mess on my cock for me”

lyney, kaeya, ayato, cyno, pantalone, sampo, geto suguru, nikolai gogoli, tachihara,

he’ll stop completely. he panics :(( he’s so worried if he hurt you or if you just didn’t feel good or maybe he upset you; so he stops to make sure you’re fine. “are you okay, love? i’m so sorry…” he quickly mumbles out. you awkwardly stammer out trying to clarify that you weren’t hurt, just overwhelmed by how good he’s fucking you. and he is so so embarrassed it’s horrendous. he apologizes before attempting to go back to what he was doing before. you kiss him to smooth over the situation which he appreciated and surprisingly he initiates another kiss. and another as he wipes any tears from your cheeks.

thoma, xiao, gepard, dan heng, caleus, atsushi nakajima, doppo kunikida, choso, diluc (i couldn’t just put him in 1 category)

[cutmyheadoffplease]

«Justice of those pure of heart»

ADA x reader hcs because why not?

WARNINGS! : Dazai being Dazai, mentions of alcohol and war in Yosano's part

FEAT! : Atsushi; Dazai; Kunikida; Yosano x gn!reader

➜ Atsushi Nakajima ᗢ

ᗢ He asks Yosano for advice; it doesn’t matter. Presents? Yosano has to say they fit the occasion. A nice day in a park? Yosano makes Atsushi check the weather forecast. She saved dates.

ᗢ Atsushi would buy plushies as gifts. He started doing it after he saw how much joy they brought to Kyoka and they became his go-to gifts for everyone.

ᗢ Atsushi’s ability lets him turn into a tiger, tigers are felines, felines sleep for about 16 hours a day. Therefore, Atsushi too sleeps for 16 hours (and has a tiny kitty plushie he got from Kyoka <3)

�� Atsushi once scratched you. It was an accident. It didn’t even hurt. But this chazuke loving boy cried for half an hour because he ‘hurt’ you.

ᗢ You once took him to the Zoo. He started rambling about chameleons. He just loves them. His love for them can be explained in two ways: 1. He wants to blend into the background like them, so that he can forget what he’s been through, so he can be like everyone. 2. They're just cool.

➜ Osamu Dazai 𓍯

𓍯 Jokes that he would love to commit suicide with you, but I feel like he’d stop you say you’re uncomfortable… maybe brings you some flowers, to Yosano’s recommendation, he bought with the money he “borrowed” from Kunikida as an apology.

𓍯 Has a small crab plushie Atsushi and Kyoka gave him and used it to pinch your cheeks or places it on your head when he’s bored.

𓍯 Do NOT fall asleep near him, unless you want to be turn into a bandage mummy, because personal space is not a concep in Dazai’s vocabulary… at all….

𓍯 You cannot look at this man and tell me he wouldn’t blow in your ear to annoy you, Kunkida and/or Chuuya.

𓍯 Dazai may have on this goofy and careless personality, but the one time he was actually sad and brought to tears was when he told you about Oda. poor Oda

➜Doppo Kunikida ✎

✎ Kunikida had a hamster as a kid. He started liking math because he would count the amount of seeds it ate every day.

✎ Kunikida on the note of his math teacher past, he gave Kenji math homework once, but had to explain it with cows.

✎ Kunikida gets mad if you aren’t organized, he’ll tidy up of course, but not without commenting and giving you sour looks.

✎ Once asked Yosano for advice on what to wear to a date and ended up with a wardrobe full of clothes. He’ll never do it again.

✎ Kunikida is almost blind without his glasses, he once tried to hug you without them and ended up hugging a door.

➜ Akiko Yosano 𓌏

𓌏 Watches M*A*S*H* every chance she gets as a way to cope with her childhood. Please watch it with her. It’s an amazing show. The show screams Yosano. (I feel like her favorite would be Colonel Potter. He’s 100% the guy she would have wanted to work under. she cried during the last episode, not wanting the show she resonated so much with to end.)

𓌏 Yosano sleeps with her socks on and has an unholy big collection of them, most of them have Japanese sweets on them or random stuff she bought with Kyoka or Naomi.

𓌏 Drunkenly confessed what happened during the war once. She spat out everything. The pain drowned in liquor, everything now just a foggy memory of abuse and injustice. She took the hair pin off that day.

𓌏 Yosano took you shopping, Kyoka tags along, of course you had to pay for everything. And if you didn’t I’ll pay for Yosano and Kyoka happily . Before you know it it’s already late, the bag is full of random stuff, like scented candles and even more socks.

𓌏 Yosano reads romance. A lot of it. She became the ADA’s romance counselor. So you better be good at preparing dates or she’ll pout a little.

𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆Yay~ Thank you for getting till the very end~ A part two will come with the other ADA members.ᐟ𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆

[tender-rosiey]

Hello there! If it's not a bother,i wanted to request Chuuya,Kunikida and Akutagawa getting into a fight for us and the reader's reaction? the other person might have badmouthed the reader and that caused the character to get into a fight with them. Thank you!! <33

“WATCH YOUR MOUTH”

— dazai, kunikida, chuuya, and akutagawa fighting someone who badmouthed you

a/n: also especially posted for @dazaiaiko cause it has been while since I uploaded something bsd related

DAZAI OSAMU:

"hello there!" dazai greets as he enters the bar. he, with a birth smile, takes a seat at the table with two men, "pleasure seeing you here."

one of them snaps at him, "the hell is your business here, kid?"

he waves his hands in innocence, "hey now, no need to be so aggressive! I just came to have a pleasant chat with you guys about something...rather personal."

"it just so happens," dazai continues, interrupting the man's response, "that you've badmouthed my dear lover," he closes his eyes as he smiles, "that isn't something I am fond of."

the man laughs, "so you here to pick a fight, ay?" the man tries to get up but is hindered by something rather painful. namely a knife grazing his thigh.

"don't cause a scene now; I would hate having to clean up after your mess."

the man frantically nods. dazai then retracts his knife, nestling it safely in his pocket.

he simply thinks that no one should be allowed to treat you like that so this should act as a warning. that if he ever tried insulting you again, there will be consequences.

dazai laughs, "that's good to hear!" he stands up, dusting his brown coat, and heads to the door, "hopefully we don't meet again...for your sake."

soon, he is at your door with a bouquet of flowers. the moment you open the door, you're greeted by his beaming smile, "hello, belladonna! you look as lovely as usual!"

you roll your eyes, leaning on the door, "what has brought you here, 'samu?"

"my heart simply yearned for one y/n l/n," he hums and you chuckle.

you take the bouquet with a grateful smile, "I think you just came for the crab salad I made."

he presses a kiss to your cheek before letting himself in, "that is merely an added bonus, my dear," his arm wraps around your waste, "I am here for you, you should know that."

"I also know that you went to the bar to threaten that one guy."

he pauses, "...really?"

"mhm."

"darn."

KUNIKIDA DOPPO:

to unwind, you deicided to take your husband on a date to the cafe under the agency. you were having a good time in general, but kunikida couldn't help but notice the people in the adjacent table talk about you.

"what's wrong, doppo?" you ask, your hand resting on his own.

he looks up at you with a smile, gently squeezing your hand, "it's nothing; don't worry about it."

you smile and continue on your conversation. all seems to be normal but then kunikida hears something that he simply can't let go.

he abruptly gets up and headed towards their table. he towers over them as he asks, “do you have any business with us?”

they exchange looks with each other before one of them speaks up, “well—“

“then I would appreciate you if you keep quiet.”

they quickly shut their mouth and before kunikida turns back to walk to you, he looks down at them and says, “let’s keep things civil for your sakes.”

the men don't let the threat slide and one of them tries attacking kunikida. he swiftly dodges and grabs him by the collar, pushing him to a nearby wall, "surely what I said was easy enough for you to understand."

the guy, terrified, nods quickly and kunikida releases him, letting him fall to the ground. the guy scrambles to his feet and his friend soon follows suit.

kunikida pushes his glasses up with a sigh before he turns to you, "sorry for my reaction, but—"

he stops in his tracks when he sees you looking at him in awe and with a silly little smile on your face, "aww, you love me!"

he looks at you, confused, "of course, I do."

you tackle him in a hug that he doesn't hesitate to recporicate, albeit with a hushed whisper, "y/n, pda is unacceptable!"

you press a kiss to his cheek and he quickly shuts up. y/n used kisses: very effective!

NAKAHARA CHUUYA:

you and your husband were walking the streets, jumping from shop to shop. of course, it was fun and it helped that your husband is very engaging and tells you what he thinks and genuinely suggests outfits.

you stopped at a particular shop, though it was one that you already had something in mind to get.

so chuuya left you to your own devices, but as he was chilling, he overhead people talking about you in a rather unpleasant manner.

so he went to you, pressing a kiss on your cheek and telling you he had to quickly check something, then he followed them outside the shop.

because of their wonderful luck, they enter an alleyway. chuuya smirks before going in after them but they have yet to notice him til he speaks, "what do we have here?"

they snap their heads towards him. one of them snarls at him, "the hell you want?!" and chuuya's eyebrows furrow.

"I will just teach you a lesson," he smirks before slamming the guy's head to the wall. the other one sees the scene unfold and attempts to run away. chuuya doesn't let him get far.

soon, they are both beaten to a pulp and chuuya dusts his hand.

one thing that chuuya likes to remind people is to never badmouth you.

alas, some are simply unfortunate.

so with his head high and chest puffed out, he heads back to the shop.

though, he is met by a very angry you who grumbles, "nakahara chuuya."

he tenses up and smiles at you, "heyyyy babe, how was it?"

"what did I say about beating people up?"

the disappointment in your eyes hits him hard then he frowns, slightly blushing, "listen, they should know better than to speak about you like that."

you sigh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. what's done is done and you can't change anything. you also can't complain about having a husband who always has your back.

"won't tell me I am your strong husband at least?"

locking arms with him, you roll your eyes, "you're my 'strong' and 'handsome' husband."

he laughs before nudging you lightly with his elbow, "now what shop do you wanna go to?"

AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE:

a normal evening: you were chilling on your couch, scrolling through your phone.

you didn't think that anyone would show up at this late hour. and even if they did, one expects a delivery man to come knocking on their door, not their nationally feared boyfriend injured and using the door for support.

thankfully though, he isn't in a terrible shape, but he has sustained quite the injury, if the stagger in his step is anything to go by.

"ryu!" you gasp as you run to steady him, "what happened?"

you gently lead him to the couch where he finally sits down, letting a tired sigh. he avoids your eyes for a moment before speaking up, "just had a fight with some people."

you frown, inspecting his injuries, "what did they do? anything related to the mafia?"

he shakes his head as he watches you get the bandages and whatnot. you settle in front of him and he hesitantly shows you the injury. your eyes brim with worry and you instantly start tending to them.

after a couple of moments, his hand moves to rest on your head, "they were...badmouthing you."

you freeze and look up at him. he frowns, a little defensive, "what? I hate anyone who talks you down."

a small laugh escapes your lips as you press a kiss to his cheek, "what did I say about getting into unnecessary fights?" you hum and almost coo at his blushing face.

he averts his eyes and grumbles, "that was very much necessary."

"you could've just ignored them," you quirk an eyebrow at him and he ignores your reprimanding, firmly believing that fighting for your honor is worth every injury he could've gotten.

you cup his face, "ryu," you caress his cheek and he grumbles making you giggle before continuing, "I just don't want you to get hurt even for me."

he sighs with a small nod. his shoulders relax upon seeing your smile, though he avoids telling you that he will, without hesitation, get in another fight just for you.

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[enmie]

*♡∞:｡.｡ Basorexia ｡.｡:∞♡* -pt.2

➶ bsd's Chuuya, Kunikida, and Jouno, getting perhaps a bit too spoiled

➶ basorexia: the intense desire to kiss 【romance】

➶ cw: gn!reader. suggestive (mild.) cussing (very mild)

𓅪 pt. 2! reqs for pt.3 open!

⋘ ��𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Chuuya Nakahara's!

It's a given he's picky. You can't kiss his forehead when he has his hat, and he always has his hat on. This port mafia executive lets you kiss his cheek rarely, prefers it on his lips. But when he's drinking wine, you're not allowed to touch Chuuya's crimson-stained lips, let alone touch him as he's drinking; maybe he'll let you after his little session.

But you decided to test his patience.

Those rules, you think they're bullshit, and he's just testing whether or not you would kiss him. "Got it," You replied when he told you those rules.

No, you didn't get it, and had no intention to get it at all. Today's the perfect time, as he just finished something and is now drinking his signature red wine, specifically from the bottle you gifted him and the glass you have for matching. So you slowly approach him. The first thing Chuuya does is offer you wine with a smile.

"Ah? Here, drink with me," He takes your matching glass with his glove-clad hands, pouring fast but precisely like a professional drinker.

"What's the taste?" You ask, walking in front of him. "It tastes like—"

Mwah!

...

"... sweet fruits. It tastes like sweet fruits." You giggle at his cut off response, licking your lips to taste the transferred and subtle taste of the wine. "It does!" "Are you messing with me?" Of course you'll unsuccessfully pretend you don't know. "Me? Noo!"

Those rules, you know they're bullshit, and he's just testing whether or not you would kiss him. "Got it." He replies, slamming his wine glass down as he pulls you down onto his lap forcefully.

Doppo Kunikida's!

He hopes you don't get away with everything you want. You've been kissing him on the cheek a lot, and of course he's not bothered. But since the start of the week, he notices how you trail up his cheek to the corner of his eye every time, and of course he adjusts his glasses.

And everytime he's writing something and you kiss him, you whine, loudly, if he doesn't push his glasses away from you. Fuck, he has to work and you're trying to seduce him. He always sighs, pushes it off, and waits for you to finish.

"Are you done yet?" He asks almost impatiently, but you're convinced he's just pretending to be impatient.

"Heheh... never!"

You move around constantly just to get the perfect kiss to fluster him with, yet he never seems to ever blush around you, rarely even smiles. But you know he loves you. He shows it often.

But this one kiss— it's his last straw.

Angled completely perfectly where your lips don't even touch his glasses, but you're so close it could be ruined with a sudden tilt. You press the lightest, but most loving kiss right there, just at the corner of his eyes from going in a straight line from right above the end of his cheek bone. And there's the face you finally want.

"You look—"

Before you even finish your sentence, he's there, pulling you closer by the garter of your pants.

Saigiku Jouno's!

It's not common he doesn't move. He's like a rock. You're over here trying to fluster Saigiku and he's not budging. Sure, he's smiling widely and his teeth are showing just the right amount, and there's a cute little crinkle at the top of his cheeks. But he just doesn't move. You'll be content if he shifts, rocks around, maybe gets a bit restless.

No.

Instead he's watching you like a boring, but amusing, TV show he's found recently but he's a father of four trying to get time to himself. Except, you're not really a TV show and he's not really a father, yet alone of four. So it's a bit complicated.

He keeps still when you bury yourself deep in his neck, practically a part of him with how close you're attempting to kiss him. He chuckles from here to there. With a bit of a giggle, you trail up slowly, from sucking at his neck to pressing light kisses on his jaw. And then it gets as far to his ears.

Those were sensitive.

"Hmm," Saigiku tilts his head when you do so. It's because he felt a shiver run up his spine and reverb through his whole damn being.

"Yeah?" He shakes his head. Oh, he's moving. For the first time in forever. "Nothing, darling. I just think you kiss good." You beam at his words. "I do?"

Another low chuckle, and he leans forward, slightly pushing you back. "Oh, yes you do,"

ⒺⓃⓂⒾⒺᛌⓈ fanfic

pt.1 | pt.3 | pt.4 (coming soon)

[littencloud9]

(context: 17!kunichuu with a horrible cringy teenage situationship. they got their names tattooed on each other, except chuuya was going by a fake name ‘Kashimura’)

shoutout to the mutuals for cooking up this AU that made me immediately drop everything to write a drabble for. it’s terrible /aff

Chuuya looks up at the old, redbrick building, one hand still in his pocket while the other hand holds onto a few documents. He’s been sent to represent the Port Mafia for their newest peace treaty because Kouyou refuses to ever step foot here again, and Mori is busy shopping with Elise, so.

“Hi, Nakahara-san!”

A blond boy pops into view, waving. Kenji, Chuuya recalls as he’s greeted with a blinding smile.

“I’ll escort you up. Our representative is already waiting in the meeting room. He says you’re two minutes late, actually.”

Chuuya bristles, stepping into the elevator and watching Kenji jam his finger into the fourth floor button. “My apologies. I couldn’t find a place to park nearby.”

“Oh, yeah, it gets crowded around the café during these hours.” The elevator doors slide open and Kenji leads them down a hallway, stopping in front of an old wooden door. The nameplate, of rusted gold, reads Armed Detective Agency.

Chuuya doesn’t get so much as a glance into the office before he’s being ushered past and towards the meeting room. He does catch eye contact with Dazai, which makes his lip curl in irritation, and their arrogant detective with an unnerving stare, though.

“Okay! He’s in there. I hope it goes smoothly!” Kenji smiles again, but Chuuya feels that there’s a slight threat in his words.

He shudders. The Agency are such weirdos.

Once Kenji knocks and opens the door, Chuuya steps in, taking off his hat. The door shuts behind him with a quiet click. Ahead of him, sitting by the whiteboard, is a man with blond hair and glasses, flipping through a notebook.

The man looks up. “Nakahara-san, welcome. Would you like tea?”

He gestures to the chair in front of him. Chuuya slides in, wondering why it’s just the two of them. Surely the Agency knows of his ability? They’re not even the slightest bit wary?

“I’m fine.” He waves the offer away. “Sorry I’m late. You are..?”

He puts his hand out. The man grips it in a firm handshake that rattles his bones. “I’ll be representing the Agency as our president is currently busy. Kunikida Doppo.”

Chuuya freezes.

“S-sorry?” he chokes out, eyes flickering up to Kunikida’s face—

—

They stumble into the tattoo shop, heads bowed together and laughing. It’s a sketchy place, but considering they’re both still seventeen, they’ll take whatever option’s available.

“Where are you going to get yours, baby?” Chuuya asks, trailing his hand down Kunikida’s waist and tapping his fingers there. “Here?”

Kunikida’s cheeks flush as he shakes his head. “My parents will see. I was thinking on one of my thighs or my hipbone instead.”

Chuuya grins, feeling his heart thump. “Ooh, sexy.”

“Shut up. What about you?”

“You’ll see.” He winks, taking confident strides up to the counter to make their requests.

A few moments later, they’re both laid on separate tables placed next to each other. The tattoo artist takes out the stencils, giving Chuuya a questioning look. He flips his hair back, tilting his chin up. “I want mine on my neck, right over here.”

He taps on the area above his collarbone while Kunikida makes a surprised noise. “Kashimura, that’s so exposed! Are you crazy?”

“Crazy for you, babe.” He laughs when Kunikida rolls his eyes, failing to fully surpress his smile.

An hour or so later, they leave the store with matching tattoos, fingers linked together. Kunikida pulls Chuuya into an empty alleyway, burying his face in the crook of his neck, lips ghosting past the fresh tattoo and making goosebumps rise from under his skin.

Chuuya’s breath stutters as he fists his fingers into Kunikida’s dark hair, pulling him back for a proper kiss. As they breathe heavily, he whispers, “Thank you. I’ll return the favour later.”

Kunikida’s answering blush is all he needs.

—

No, this can’t be right.

The Kunikida he knew at seventeen looks nothing like the man sitting in front of him right now. The Kunikida he knew had black hair, dyed blue at the tips, with defiant eyes and studs in his ears. The one sitting in front of him has the straightest posture he’s ever seen, glasses, and is blond.

Chuuya glances at his roots. It’s subtle, but just a bit of black peeks out from all that blond.

Fuck. There’s no way.

Kunikida blinks and shit, it’s the exact same eyes Chuuya used to spend hours waxing lame poetry about, trying to seem cool and romantic while they break onto the next rooftop. He’d hidden it well, but Kunikida’s piercing holes are also still there, yet to close.

“Um,” Chuuya says, the skin under his choker, the part he keeps hidden, suddenly feeling like it’s burning.

He’s not embarrassed to talk about his past. His upbringing, his time with The Sheep, his first years in the Mafia—they’re not a secret, even if no one asks him about it.

But the… situation he had with Kunikida Doppo, a lone runaway boy with too much bite for his own good, is something he keeps locked deep, deep down in his heart. Call it his first heartbreak, a trainwreck of a relationship, a reckless love or whatever. Either way, Chuuya never expected to have to face him again, and especially not at an important meeting like this.

“Are you feeling alright, Nakahara-san?” Kunikida asks, finally pulling his hand away from his grasp, and Chuuya swears he feels his touch linger through the thick fabric of his gloves.

“I’m okay,” he croaks out. “Let’s get started.”

“Okay,” Kunikida concedes with a shrug.

It’s gonna be fine. Really.

[kunikidasfatass]

MANGA KUNIKIDA CAKE, COURTESY OF MY FRIEND!!!!

[discotenny]

Take away your wallet!

They find out you buy their merch!

Ramuda, Doppo, Sasara

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Ramuda

When Ramuda opens up your mail he doesn’t expect to an acrylic standee of himself. He’s confused, naturally. He’s the one that designs all the official Fling Posse merch! If you wanted some you could just ask him- he’ll give you the whole collection for free!

Ramuda ruminates over the incident without telling you he opened your mail- being a little petty you didn’t ask him to get you his own merch. Saying stuff like “why don’t you just get it yourself” in response to you asking him to get more toilet paper for the bathroom.

(Then he feels bad and tries to cuddle you on the shitter OSHSODHDLDBDKDN)

You have to flat out ask him what’s up or else he’s gonna be petty for a while LOL.

Once you reveal you wanted to support him by buying some merch (plus you just wanted a lil version of your boyfie on your desk) Ramuda doesn’t know how to react cause he just feels so, so honored to have someone that cares about him that much 😭😭😭

But will also smother you in love cause you don’t need a little version of him!!! He’s right there!!! He will sit on your desk just say the word!!!

He ends up giving you a bunch of merch of himself after the reveal- not wanting you to spend your own money but also wanting you to have more things related to him. Samples, collabs, new releases- once he drafts it up you’re getting a copy of it no matter what.

Doppo

Doppo is super embarrassed to know there’s merch out there for him. He knows that he has fans but prefers not to acknowledge the fact cause he finds it all too stressful!

But one day, when you come over to his and Hifumi’s apartment after his work- you’re all smiles and excitement as you gleam to show him your new purchase.

A dopponui! It’s stitched and embroidered with his two toned hair, his work suit, and even the bags under his eyes. Honestly he’s a bit impressed at the detail.

But goodness he shuts down at the sight, blushing furiously at the knowledge that a little plushie of him was made- getting even redder knowing that you bought one yourself.

He’s a little quiet around you after you show off your purchase- unable to handle the overwhelming feeling of fluster at it. Just when he thinks he’s collected himself- he sees the way you coddle the little doll close to your cheek and wonders what it’d feel like if he were that small… then he gets all flustered again!

You begin to notice how off he’s acting and ask if he feels uncomfortable with the purchase- saying you’d return or hide it if he’d like.

At this, he starts to ramble apologies and frantic “no, no, no!”s. In between groveling for making you feel guilty over purchasing his merch and overly sincere apologies for “fantasizing over affectionate cheek rubs”(???), he tries to explain his embarrassment doesn’t come from any sort of anger with you.

In the end Doppo will get coddled the same way you do to the nui, cheek rubs and all. And while he may still get super embarrassed at the thought of you owning merch of him- he can’t help the giddiness if knowing a tiny version of him is living the dream (spending 24 hours a day attached to your side).

Sasara

You end up buying a baggy T-Shirt with Dotsuitore Hompo’s logo at one of the merch booths at one of the DRBs. It fits enough to cover you up but its baggy enough to be comfortable to wear casually around the house. All in all- a perfect boyfriend fit tee.

It’s comfortable, made of soft fabric with orange detailing. The signatures of all three members are embroidered on the back as well. Considering the price you paid for the shirt, you would make sure to wear it as much as you can.

And while Sasara would normally be thrilled to see you surrounded in anything related to him- he can’t help but get a little (a lot) jealous you aren’t wearing Sasara Nurude specific merch.

He won’t tell you that of course- but he won’t be subtle in saying that he wants you to wear his clothes around the house instead LOL. He glares at that damn shirt whenever he sees it lying around- half considering burning it so you have no choice but to wear something else.

Instead he just hides it- replacing it with a shirt of his own that Sasara labels as “home grown organic merchandise”! It doesn’t work, and he’s shit at hiding stuff so you find your shirt immediately.

He whines and whines about you wearing the shirt- which confuses you because he used to whine about you not repping his merch before. Sasara refuses to admit the real reason for his jealousy- the fact that you’re also repping Rosho and Rei by proxy.

Bonus!

Gentaro can’t help but blush seeing that you’ve bought signed limited editions of his books before. He tried to insist he can sign whatever book you want, but you quiet him instantly when you say you want to support him and his career. He doesn’t have a witty comment to say after.

Kuko ends up stealing the Bad Ass Temple light stick you bought from one of their performances cause he thought it was cool. He doesn’t even do anything with it! He just keeps it in his room and refuses to give it back! Wtf man!

Honestly, Ichiro probably collects his own merch too LOL. He just likes collecting things- so when he sees you’ve snagged his version of a limited edition collaboration item he’s bartering with you to try and get it. Final offer? 3 photo cards 2 postcards and 1 mochi.

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Wrote this in a ramble so forgive me for any mistakes LOL. Sort of a pseudo sequel to them owning merch of you. I’m trying to get back into the swing of things of writing, so expect some more to come out in the next few weeks!

Stay tuned for my otome game announcement as well <3

For this blog, my Ramuda angst to fluff fic is my next priority, with some headcanon requests I’m trying to do to fill the void. Fear not, hypmic still has a large grasp on my soul. I have not left the fandom- I have just been depressed ^_−☆

[lit3rallyll0yd]

๋࣭ ⭑ how they cuddle you. bsd x reader

gender: gender neutral

type: headcanons

characters: dazai, kunikida, chuuya. atsushi, akutagawa, ranpo, poe, and yosano(i will make a part two)

warnings: lowercase writing, cursing

๋࣭ ⭑ dazai osamu 🩹

his cuddles make you feel safe.

he wraps his arms around your waist, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

you could've swore he's like a human heater sometimes.

with the blanket wrapped around you both, you never want to leave.

he can cuddle you, anywhere!! he doesn't really care.

you could be in the middle of doing your paperwork you had to get done today, and this man is on you like a puppy!

begs for your cuddles. pouting his lips whimpering!

sometimes you cuddle him to get him to back off, but you also fo it because you love him.

you basically signed up for this.

however, you couldn't have it any other way.

๋࣭ ⭑ kunikida doppo 📖

is not the best fan of pda.

so cuddles are kinda rare with him.

you knew this before you started to date him.

however, that doesnt stop you from hugging him.

first time you did he was stiff, but he hugged you back.

this is how it started.

sooner or later he's gotten much closer to you, and felt more comfortable with hug and pda.

he holds you like your his everything, which you are. he wouldn't what to do or think without you.

anyways, he keeps you warm and safe in his hold. making sure you know he's there.

literally 10 minutes later he's back same old kunikida and knocking the shitballs outta dazai :(

but you still love him<3

๋࣭ ⭑ chuuya nakahara 🍷

treats you like royalty, not like he already does, when cuddling you<3

he holds you close, whispering sofr words into your ear, reasurring you everythings okay.

early in the relationship he noticed how much you loved to cuddle up next to him when your scared, happy, nervous, or even sad and you just want to be held.

he doesn't complain about it though, but would never admit it to someone else other then you.

he obv shows his love toward you, but he also does it through gifts and words of affirmanation...

as said before.

sometimes you fall alseep on his chest, his arms tightly around your waist as your neck is buried in his neck.

carries you around the apartment if you want a gladd of water, some snacks, or even to go to the bathroom.

ofc he leaves you after dropping you off, and is right back to take you back to the bed.

i love him so much DUDE!!

๋࣭ ⭑ atsushi nakajima 🐯

he's so gentle :(

he's nervous about hugging you tightly when you first started to date.

he grew more confident through the months you and him have been a thing.

he wraps his arms either around your shoulders or waist, depending on how your laying on him,

when your spooning him, he purrs. DUDE FUCKING PURRS!! 🥰

cutest fucking thing you will ever see him do while cuddling and you tease him for it.

he makes you feel soooo safe it's not even funny.

bonus points if he adds a blanket and drapes it over the both of you<3

he kisses your nose, cheek, chin, forhead, temple, anywhere all over your face, giggling at your laughs when he does so.

๋࣭ ⭑ akutagawa ryunosuke 🩸

scared this dude is goin to hurt you in some way, even though he can control his ability!!

you try your best to make him feel more comfortable but he's as stiff as a rock.

you even tried to cuddle him at first, but that just ended with you cuddling him the entire time. which, you of course didn't mind.

if he does get comfortable, and this is when he's super tired he just wants to lie on you, he wraps his arms around your waist and hides his face in any part of your body.

stomach, sides, chest, neck, anywhere he can reach without putting in any effort.

he kisses your lips lots of times, each one of them giving you butterflies.

hates it when people walk in on you two and your cuddle sessions.

it makes him insecure and won't cuddles you for a couple of days.

dude, we love him thou<3

๋࣭ ⭑ ranpo edogawa 🔍

dude is all over you..

he loves it when you get all cuddly...and you beg for him to cuddle you.

he holds the back of your head as you cuddle into his side as you sit on his lap.

his legs are wrapped around your waist and he talks about his day.

asking you how was yours, as well!

half of the time cuddle sessions end with tickle fights.

he can't help it, your laughter is adorable to him<3

when his literally just cuddling you, he's like a kolala..he is not letting go unless your bribe him or pull him off.

he likes it when you just let it happen.

during some of them, scratch that, in all of your cuddle sessions, he shares his snacks with you...BUT ONLY if your being cute<3 which you always are, of course<3

he feeds some of the snacks, and plops some candies in your mouth...BAHHA...and if anyone were to walk in on that moment you would never live it down.

ranpo couldn't give two shits, LOL.

๋࣭ ⭑ edgar allen poe 🖋

always asks, never just grabs you and cuddles you..

unlike dazai😑 BUT THIS AIN'T ABOUT HIM

he's so kind<3 his hugs are like a taste from heaven.

he wraps his arms around your torso and kisses your temple.

he's taller, i'm guessing, dude seems pretty tall😗..

so he has to usually bend over to kiss you or to hug you.

if your sitting, he finds it so much easier to just kiss you whenever he wants...if your okay with it.

consent is always key with him and relationships as should all🤧

he likes to talk about his new novels with you, and loves it when you suggust ideas to him<3

because he's so warm, you end up falling asleep on him...

to which he has no idea what to do...

however, your cuddles sessions are his life he needs them at least for an hour or so<33

๋࣭ ⭑ yosano akiko 🩺

MOMMY? ahem- sorry.

mommy- i mean, yosano loves your hugs, it's just something that brightens up both of your days.

she asks you how you are and if your taking care of yourself, which always make you feel loved<3

you both rarely cuddle at work, it's just a lot of hugs and kisses.

sometimes you fall asleep on her, lol.

she finds it adorable, and will stab anyone who dares to even attempt to wake you up.

dazai once snapped of a photo of you, and still has it to this day, and yosano death glared him all for the rest of work.

anyways, she loves her cuddles sessions with you.

[luvfy0dor]

Keep It Simple, Stupid!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ LuvFy0dors 600 Followers Event ੈ✩‧₊˚

requests accepted from; May 2nd - June 30th or prompts max out

First of all, i wanna say im so insanely thankful for 600 followers!!! It means the world to me that my writing is so well received. I've seen a bunch of people do events for follower milestones, and when I hit 500 I figured I'd use the time between 500 and 600 to finish the requests that I've been slacking on. I'd also like to apologize for that. But back to the actual event- I've seen people post prompt lists and let people pick characters to go with said prompts, so I want mine to be based on kisses!! Kisses are so sweet and intimate to me, so I've thought up a bunch of action and dialogue prompts for you guys to choose from! Next to each prompt is a number in brackets, that's the max amount of characters I can do for each one . (If someone has done this, please let me know!! I don't want anyone to think I'm copying them.)

Some rules and guidelines before we start;

♡ Up to two characters per request!

♡ I don't think it'd be a problem, but you're allowed to send up to three requests for this event - I'll put it in good faith and won't take off anon, so please try to keep it there!! I don't think it'll be an issue though.

♡ please forgive me if it takes me a while, mid-may things should be easier to write since I won't be prepping for an AP exam any longer, but if I take a hot second, that's why ^^

♡ Anyone can request!! Follower or not.

Acceptable Characters (In order of my confidence in writing for them); Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Chuuya Nakahara, Dazai Osamu, Sigma, Atsushi Nakajima, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Doppo Kunikida, Ranpo Edogawa, Tachihara

Request Details; You can mix prompts, up to two per request, but an extra prompt takes the place of the second character you're allowed per req!! If you'd like me to include certain details in the drabble, you're more than welcome to add those to your req! Depending on the prompt it might be a scenario or a drabble.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Promts

Non-Dialogue;

good morning kisses → Kunikida

good night kisses → Nikolai,

goodbye kisses

rain kisses → Nikolai,

cheek kisses

spiderman kisses → Fyodor, Sigma

pinky promise kisses

thigh kisses → Nikolai,

prolonged Kisses → Chuuya, Fyodor

new years eve kisses

wedding kisses

breathless kisses

soft and sweet kisses [2] Fyodor,

blown kisses

hand kisses → Nikolai,

neck kisses → Chuuya, Akutagawa,

peppered kisses

im sorry kisses → Nikolai, Ranpo, Chuuya, Fyodor

last kisses

first kisses → Chuuya, Sigma,

eager kisses

Otherwise;

“seal it with a kiss” - love letters from him [3]

Thank you so much again!! ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

[fairy-writes]

Congratulations on this milestone sweetie!! You deserve them, your works are lovely! If I may, I'd like to request prompt n. 1 "I loved you first." for fem!reader x Kunikida :) Thank you and again, crongrats 💖💖💖

BASIC FACTS

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Prompt: “I loved you first.”

Fandom(s): Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing(s): Kunikida Doppo x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Angst, Pre-Established Relationships, Slapping (only one tho)

Notes: CATCH MY SINGULAR DOCTOR WHO QUOTE

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“He’s awake,” Yosano says. You’re on your feet, ignoring the aching of your body and the bubbling in your chest as you stumble past the resident doctor and into the infirmary where Doppo is waiting. 

He’s dressed in a hospital gown, hair pulled over one shoulder, and his glasses are perched on the end of his nose. The lenses are cracked, but he seems to be able to see well enough. 

Yosano comes up behind you, adjusting her white coat over her shoulders. 

“I healed his injuries. But he should still rest for a while before going out into the field again.” She said, and you feel your eyes and throat burn with unshed tears. 

He was alive. 

But…

You stalk forward, and Doppo looks up from his notebook. 

“My love—”

Your slap cracks hard across his cheek, flinging his glasses from his face and onto the floor beside his hospital bed. He looks at his glasses and then at you, eyes wide with shock as he takes in your watery eyes and trembling lips. 

“I suppose I deserved that.” Doppo mumbles, hand cradling his cheek, and you clench your fists to keep from slapping him again. You speak through grinding teeth.

“Don’t you dare pull anything like that again.”  

Bullets whiz over your head, and you duck behind a bullet-riddled car to hide from the Port Mafia thugs. Doppo skids around the side and nearly slams into your side. 

“How are negotiations going?” You ask, half in jest, and Doppo glares. 

“How do you think?! That damned Dazai doesn’t talk nearly as well as he thinks he does!” He snaps, and you roll your eyes. 

“So, how are we getting outta this?” You ask, and Doppo pulls out his phone, readying his handgun in his free hand in case he had to pop around the side to fire. Your handgun is heavy in your hands, but you rack a round and get ready to dive out from behind the car. 

They’re getting closer. You can hear it. Can hear their footsteps and the “ratta tatta tat” of their Tommy guns. 

You nearly peek around the corner and shoot when a hand clamps on your shoulder and spins you around. Not shooting on sight takes all your power until you realize it’s Doppo. He shoves you toward the end of the road. 

“Jun’ichiro is around the corner in the chopper! GO!” He shouts and you nod once and take off running. 

At least until you realize he isn’t following you. 

You turn, duck under a stray bullet, and see the bespectacled man still behind the car, taking strategic shots at the Port Mafia men. 

What is he doing?!

It takes all of thirty seconds to run back up the road to his side and dodge when he takes a swing out of reflex. 

“What are you doing here?!” He shouts over the gunfire, and you scowl,

“Helping you, obviously!” You shout right back and take a shot. 

A man goes down.

“Jun’ichiro can’t stay for long! Go! Get to the helicopter!” He tries to push you away, but you shrug him off, taking another shot and dropping another man to the asphalt. 

“And leave you behind?! Hell no!” You snap back and grab ahold of the back of his vest. His button-down is dirty and scuffed, but luckily, he’s uninjured. Same for you, this car is doing wonders for keeping you safe. Perhaps you should invest in one. 

“My love, I love you too much to let you get hurt or worse, killed!” Doppo bit out and you glare at him. You would've called him handsome if you weren’t in so much danger. You always loved seeing his face flush pink from his neck to his ears.

“And you think I don’t?!” You argue back. Doppo’s face is turning pink with anger. 

You always were belligerent. 

Doppo looks about two seconds from relenting and letting you stay when something dawns on him. He looks behind you. 

“Now!” He shouts, and as you turn to see what is going on, arms wrap around your waist, and you are lifted off the ground. 

It’s Dazai. 

The tall, lanky man who is so goofy and funny is nowhere to be found. Instead, you look into the dark eyes of a man who is hellbent on getting you out of there at Doppo’s apparent request. You are unceremoniously slung over his shoulder, and just before he takes off, Doppo catches your hand. 

“I’m sorry, my love. But I can’t let you get killed here. The basic fact of our relationship is that I love you more than you love me. So let me love you enough to get you out of this.” He says, pressing a kiss on your palm before Dazai takes off. 

You scream and thrash, but Dazai’s grip is too strong, and you are too exhausted from the firefight to do much.

It isn’t until you’re on the helicopter and Dazai steps back out that you speak to him. 

“Give ‘em hell. And get Doppo back for me.” You snarl, and Dazai pauses as he steps back out of the chopper. He turns back and gives you a dark grin. 

“Oh, but of course.”

Tears stream down your face as you listen to the sound of Yosano stepping out of the infirmary. Your lungs heave as you try to stop your tears. 

“Love isn’t a competition, Doppo!” You all but gnash your teeth, and he at least has the decency to look embarrassed. 

“I know, but—”

“No buts! Love is a partnership! It’s a devotion to one another. It isn’t a game!” You blow up, effectively cutting him off. 

And, almost as if all at once, your anger leaves you. You slump at Doppo’s bedside, taking his hand in yours. The skin is unblemished and smooth. One of the perks of Yosano’s ability. You count his fingers, the lines in his hands, as if reassuring yourself that he’s still there. 

Still whole. 

Still living. 

“When did you even discover you loved me?” 

“Oh… When you first started working at the Agency.”

“What?! That was ages ago!”

“I loved you first. I don’t think you fell in love until the Christmas work party.” 

“Doesn’t mean you love me more.” 

“That is very true.” 

He leans in and kisses you then, tender and soft. Like he’s reassuring himself that he’s still alive and well and with you. 

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Love in the Underground

Mitsunari invites the Kengan association to participate in a highstakes tournament along with the fighters of the Underground arena for a prize that he holds close to him. The heart of his great niece. The “Midnight Rose” Natasha Tokugawa

“Natasha my dear, you know I’m not getting any younger. Why haven’t you settled down yet? Married a nice man who could take care of you? It would make me so happy to see you happy with a family of your own.” Mitsunari asked his great niece who had her back turned to him as she prepared for her match. “Look Uncle Mitsy, It’s not like I don’t wanna get married. It’s actually been a dream of mine. I mean what girl doesn't want a big glamorous wedding and beautiful white dress while she marries her dream guy? It’s just…every guy I’ve been with is all the same. They can’t stand that I’m stronger than them. All the guys I’ve dated are losers. I’m not gonna find a man who can be on my level.” As the young woman left the room, Mitsunari had already come up with a plan.

After her match, Natasha jogged to the home she shared with the Orochi family. “I’m home!!” The young woman announced before tossing her gym bag on the ground after taking off her shoes and proceeded to flop on the couch. Letting out an exhausted sigh. “How are you deary? Your match went well?” Natsue asked Natasha as she placed a cup of tea and a few snacks on the table for the girl. The only response the older woman got from her however was a muffled sound of confirmation that the match went well. “Too easy huh? Let me guess, KO with one punch and in the first round?” Watching her nod, Natsue placed a soft hand on Natasha’s head before sitting next to her on the couch and placing her head on her lap. “Better?”

Natasha nodded once more before turning over to look at the older woman. “How did you know Master Orochi was the one?” Natsue thought for a minute before answering. “When he kissed me on our 3rd date. After he punched a wannabe mugger for trying to take my purse. He held me so close after that and from then on, I knew…I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. Now sit up and get something in your stomach my dear. You need it after brawling today.” Natasha smiled softly before sitting up. “I’d hardly call that fight a brawl. More like a warm up that left me exceedingly bored.” Later that night, As the Orochi family and Natasha enjoyed their meal together, Katsumi brought up news he had gotten from Natasha’s great uncle. “Hey um Natasha? You know a tournament is coming up within a few weeks and the prize is um…pretty.”

Natasha quirked an eyebrow as she reached for her glass of sake. “Pretty what? And who’s competing? You? Gaia? Master Retsu?” Katsumi rubbed the back of his neck as a faint blush coated his cheeks. “Well all I know is that I’m competing. I don’t know about anyone else.” Natsue sent her husband a knowing look as their son spoke to the young woman who sat across from him. Doppo simply smiled before nodding. The couple knew that their son held feelings for the girl they took in under their roof. As much as he tried to hide it, Katsumi was obvious to everyone but Natasha. Her head was filled with fighting, action movies. Music and the latest fashions. Love wasn’t her priority, nor was it her second. But it was on her radar, the problem was she had shitty taste in men or the shitty men were just attracted to her.

After dinner, Natasha and Katsumi progressed with their nightly routine. 3 hours of training before bed. “Are you training with Oliva tomorrow?” Katsumi asked as he struck the punching bag. Natasha nodded as she stretched her body unaturally. “You know it. We’re working on something new. Something up close and personal he said. We’ve also been doing alot of stretching too. I’m a lot more flexible than I thought I was!” As Natasha talked about her training sessions with Biscuit Oliva, Katsumi listened in disbelief. How could she not see that Biscuit was clearly making moves on her? She couldn’t be THAT dense could she? Maybe it was all the head injuries she suffered from as a kid that caused her obliviousness.

He wanted to tell her, but how would he even start that conversation? Would it change anything? From what he thought, he doubted anything would change. As Katsumi retired to his own bedroom, he couldn’t fathom that he would be competing with an older man for the heart of his crush, and soon, an entirely different association just for the chance to marry her. The next day, Natasha was busy training with Biscuit. At the moment, she was on her back on the matted floor while both her legs were stretched over her head while Biscuit’s large hands pressed on her thighs to keep her in position. “Alright sweetheart, remember, deep breaths. Do you think you can spread them wider than last time?” The man asked as he leaned in close to the 22 year old.

Taking in a shaky breath, Natasha nodded before she felt the man spread her legs. The calming scent of Biscuit’s cologne drafted through the room and intoxicated the younger fighter. Her eyes locked onto the sight of his bulge all too close to her clothed core. One slip, one slight movement closer from either person, they would be touching. In the back of her mind, Natasha wanted it. She wanted to know what it would feel like, but how could she say it? He was her mentor, her trainer. She could never sully their relationship and to make matters worse, he was married to that ornery woman Maria. She wanted nothing to do with that borderline mattress sized womanzilla. But when her man’s hands were all up on her body and stretching her out, How could Natasha resist her fantasies of stealing him away from Maria. Any girl would.

Deep in her thoughts, Natasha hadn’t even noticed just how close Biscuit was to her until she felt the faintest brush of his lips on hers. His bulge now pressed directly on her core. “All you gotta do is tell me to stop if you don’t want this beautiful…” Looking deeply into her eye’s searching for any sign of refusal, Biscuit finally pressed his lips to Natasha’s in a long awaited steamy kiss while he grinded into her earning a pretty muffled sound from her lips. The deeper and harder the man grinded, the louder and sweeter Natasha’s moans became. Her eyes screwed shut as her manicured nails dug into the back of the man above her. Down the hall, Katsumi made his way to the room with a homemade lunch to share with Natasha.

His stride staggered a bit as his ears caught the sound of high pitched moans and deep groans. Putting his hand on the door knob and twisting it, Katsumi prayed and hoped what he was hearing wasn’t what he thought it was. As he pushed open the door, his eyes caught the sight of Natasha attempting to pin Biscuit but failing miserably. “Oh come on!!” Natasha huffed as she spotted Katsumi standing in the doorway. “Oh hey Kats! You here for lunch?” She asked as took the hand he gave her to pull her up off the floor. Looking over to the other side of the room, Katsumi eyed Biscuit suspiciously.

The older man might have thought he was clever, but not clever enough when the evidence of Natasha’s glittery berry shaded lip gloss was smudged over his lips and Natasha’s was applied like it never moved. Katsumi knew something happened, but he wouldn’t dare confront him. Not yet. “Kats! You okie? Let's go find a place to eat!” Natasha shouted to get her friend’s attention. Looking back at her, Katsumi gave her a charming smile. “Yea! Let's go to the park. Our usual spot.” Grabbing her gym bag, Natasha was quick to hug Biscuit before bidding him farewell and grabbing Katsumi’s hand (Which almost made him bust a nut lmao)and pulling him to the park. Yea, he wasn’t going to confront Biscuit just yet. Not when every time he looked in her eyes, Katsumi knew Natasha loved him too. He just knew it and in a few weeks, was his only chance to prove that he was going to be her one and only. Her husband.