#fukuzawa yukichi x reader

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(Since you were asking for a thirst HAHDNDJDNDSN)

My man (Fukuzawa) has few smut here in tumblr, he needs justice.

And I needed to be manhandled by that fine dilf.

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crucible // fukuzawa yukichi

tw ⇢ jealous!fukuzawa, possessive!fukuzawa, so much sexual tension, fukuzawa in denial, making out, teasing, office sex, sir kink cx its fukuzawa, rough sex, manhandling ofc, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, creampie, dirty talk, spanking

wc ⇢ 5.2k

a/n: anon, you just reawakened my love for fictional characters nearly twice my age

The oppressive August heat blanketed Yokohama, the air heavy and thick, clinging to your skin like a damp cloth. In the offices of the Armed Detective Agency, the ancient air conditioner wheezed and rattled, providing little relief from the sweltering temperatures. Beads of sweat gathered at your brow and trickled down the back of your neck as you sat at your desk, trying to focus on the stack of case files in front of you.

But your mind kept drifting, your thoughts inevitably drawn to the Agency's distinguished leader, Yukichi Fukuzawa. From the moment you'd started working here, you'd been captivated by him - his sophisticated air, his commanding presence, the way his steely gaze seemed to pierce right through you. It was more than just physical attraction, though that was certainly part of it. There was something about him, an aura of power and control, that drew you like a moth to a flame.

You knew it was risky, knew that getting involved with your boss was a recipe for disaster. But you couldn't help yourself. Every interaction with him left you wanting more, your skin buzzing with a kind of electric anticipation.

It started small, innocently enough. A smile that lingered just a beat too long, a brush of fingers as you handed him a file. But as the months went by, you grew bolder, more overt in your flirtations.

Each morning, you greeted Fukuzawa with a smile that bordered on coy, your voice low and honeyed. "Good morning, sir," you'd purr, leaning in just a little too close as you handed him his daily schedule. The subtle widening of his eyes, the almost imperceptible hitch in his breath, was all the encouragement you needed.

You started putting more effort into your appearance, choosing blouses that hugged your curves, skirts that fell just an inch shorter than was strictly professional. You told yourself it wasn't for him, that you just wanted to feel good about yourself. But deep down, you knew the truth. You wanted him to notice you, to feel the weight of his gaze on your skin.

And notice he did. You'd catch him watching you as you moved around the office, his eyes following the sway of your hips, lingering on the exposed slice of skin at your throat. His face would remain impassive, but you could see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers would tighten around his pen.

It became a kind of game, a forbidden dance of push and pull. You'd lean over his desk to point out a detail in a report, letting your blouse gape open just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. You'd brush past him in the hallway, your hand grazing his arm, letting the contact linger a moment longer than necessary.

Each small victory sent a thrill through you, a heady rush of power. You were getting to him, chipping away at that legendary self-control. It was only a matter of time before he snapped.

But it wasn't enough. The more you got, the more you wanted. Stolen glances and fleeting touches only fanned the flames of your desire, leaving you aching and restless. You found yourself daydreaming during the long, humid afternoons, your mind conjuring up vivid fantasies of Fukuzawa's hands on your body, his mouth hot and insistent against your skin. You'd imagine him bending you over his desk, his fingers digging into your hips as he finally fucked you, claiming you as his own.

The fantasies were so real, so visceral, that you'd often snap out of them flushed and breathless, your heart racing and your pussy throbbing with need. You'd clench your thighs together, trying to quell the ache, but it was never enough. You wanted him, needed him, with an intensity that frightened and exhilarated you in equal measure.

And so, you started pushing harder, growing bolder in your advances. Determined to shatter his iron self-control, to make him admit that he wanted you just as desperately as you wanted him.

You began openly flirting with the other men in the office, particularly Atsushi, the youngest and most naive of the bunch. You'd perch on the edge of his desk, leaning in close as you pointed out details in case files, letting your breasts brush against his arm. You'd laugh just a little too loudly at his jokes, tossing your hair over your shoulder and fixing him with a dazzling smile.

And all the while, you'd feel Fukuzawa's gaze burning into your back, his eyes tracking your every move. You'd see his jaw clench, his fist tighten at his side, and a dark thrill would course through you. He was jealous, you could tell. The knowledge was intoxicating.

Late one sweltering evening, as you were leaving the office, you suddenly felt Fukuzawa's hand close around your wrist. Before you could respond, he was guiding you into his office and shutting the door behind you. Your heart raced at his proximity, the air practically crackling between you.

"Your behavior has been quite inappropriate," he said in a low voice, his eyes boring into yours. "If you continue this way, there will be consequences."

His gaze drifted to your lips and for a wild, breathless moment, you were sure he was going to kiss you. But then he released you and took a measured step back, leaving you dizzy and aching for more.

In the days that followed, the memory of that charged moment in Fukuzawa's office lingered, a constant distraction. Your skin prickled with awareness whenever he was near, your body attuned to his presence like a tuning fork. You tried to focus on your work, but your mind kept conjuring up the phantom sensation of his fingers wrapped around your wrist, the heat of his gaze on your mouth.

You dialed back on your flirtations with the other men, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop teasing Fukuzawa. If anything, you became bolder, more overt in your intentions. You started staying late at the office, finding excuses to be alone with him. In the evenings, when the rest of the staff had gone home, you'd slip into his office with flimsy pretexts, perching on the edge of his desk and leaning in close as you spoke.

During one such encounter, emboldened by the late hour and the intimacy of the dimly lit room, you placed your hand over his as you pointed out a detail in a case file. Fukuzawa stilled, his eyes flickering to yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. Slowly, deliberately, he turned his hand over beneath yours, his palm hot against your own.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he said quietly, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. His fingers curled around yours, just for a moment, before he drew away.

You knew he was right, knew that you were both wading into treacherous waters. But you were too far gone to turn back now, too intoxicated by the simmering tension that coiled between you.

As the summer heat rose, so did the stakes of your forbidden dance. Stolen glances turned into fleeting caresses, plausible deniability becoming paper-thin. The air grew heavy with unspoken desire, with the tantalizing promise of what could be.

And then, one storm-dark night, the levee finally broke.

You were working late again, poring over witness statements, when the power suddenly cut out. The office was plunged into darkness, the only illumination coming from the occasional flash of lightning outside the rain-lashed windows. You heard Fukuzawa's office door open, heard his measured footsteps approaching.

"The whole block is out," he said, his tall silhouette appearing in your doorway. "We might as well call it a night."

You nodded, your tongue suddenly feeling too thick for your mouth. A strange anticipation crackled through you as you gathered your things by feel, every nerve ending alight. You startled when you felt Fukuzawa's hand on the small of your back, guiding you out into the pitch-black hallway.

In the darkness, every sensation was magnified. The sound of your breathing, the warm press of his palm against your spine, the electric awareness of his body mere inches from yours. Your heart was beating so loudly, you were certain he must hear it.

And then, between one step and the next, Fukuzawa halted. His hand slid slowly up your back, his fingers curling around your nape. You turned to face him, dizzy with want, scarcely daring to breathe.

For a long, suspended moment, you hovered there in the charged darkness. The air felt thick, weighted with expectation. You could just make out the gleam of Fukuzawa's eyes, could feel the tension emanating from him in waves.

"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice rough as gravel, "and I will."

But you didn't want him to stop. You wanted him to keep going, to finally unleash the pent-up hunger that had been consuming you for months. Throwing caution to the wind, you closed the last breath of distance between you and captured his lips with your own...

Heart pounding, you melted into Fukuzawa's embrace, your lips moving feverishly against his. His mouth was hot and insistent, his strong hands gripping your hips as he backed you up against the wall. You gasped as your back hit the cool surface, the contrast with your overheated skin sending sparks rushing through you.

Fukuzawa took advantage of your parted lips, deepening the kiss with a low groan that reverberated through your body. You clung to his broad shoulders, dizzy with sensation, your head spinning with the headiness of finally, finally having him exactly where you'd wanted him for so long.

His hands roamed your curves possessively, setting you alight even through the barrier of your clothing. His hands slid up your thighs, under your skirt, his fingers digging into your flesh. Dimly, you registered the rasp of his stubble against your skin, the throaty sounds of desire he made as he kissed you senseless. It was better than anything you had imagined, the reality of him overwhelming your every sense.

Lost in a haze of lust, it took you a moment to realize that Fukuzawa had suddenly stilled. His lips broke away from yours and he drew back slightly, his breath coming harsh and fast. Confusion cut through the fog of your arousal as he grasped your shoulders and gently but firmly set you away from him.

"We can't do this," he said, his voice strained. Even in the darkness, you could see the conflict etched on his face. "It's not right."

"What?" you managed, your kiss-bruised lips still tingling, your body thrumming with need. "But I thought-"

"This is a mistake," Fukuzawa cut you off, running a hand distractedly through his hair. "I'm your superior. I have a responsibility to maintain professional boundaries. No matter how much I..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "It doesn't matter. This ends now, before it goes any further."

You felt like he'd doused you in ice water, shock and hurt warring within you. You opened your mouth to protest, but no words came out. Your throat felt tight, your eyes stinging with the sudden threat of tears.

Fukuzawa exhaled heavily, his expression pained. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I shouldn't have let it get this far. It won't happen again."

And with that, he turned and strode away, leaving you alone in the dark hallway, your lips still swollen from his kisses, your heart in shreds at your feet. You hugged your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling chilled despite the muggy heat.

The storm raged on outside, rain lashing against the windows, wind rattling the panes. But it was nothing compared to the tempest inside you - a maelstrom of frustration, rejection, and an ache so sharp it stole your breath.

How were you supposed to face him after this, knowing how good it could be between you, only to have it snatched away? How could you just forget the searing press of his mouth, the urgency of his touch?

Somehow, you'd have to find a way to lock down your treacherous heart, to bury your desire so deep that even you couldn't feel it anymore. The alternative - pining for a man you couldn't have, burning for his forbidden touch - was unthinkable.

But as you finally turned to leave, your legs unsteady beneath you, you couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't over. That the undeniable pull between you and Fukuzawa was too powerful to be extinguished by duty or propriety.

One way or another, you knew you'd end up back in his arms. It was only a matter of time.

In the days following your heated encounter with Fukuzawa in the darkened office, you couldn't stop thinking about the electrifying feel of his lips on yours, the urgent press of his body against your own. The memory seared through you at the most inopportune moments, leaving you aching and distracted.

Though a part of you knew you should heed Fukuzawa's words and maintain a professional distance, you found yourself incapable of letting go. If anything, his rejection only fanned the flames of your desire, your need to prove yourself irresistible. You became utterly determined to shatter his iron self-control.

You began putting extra effort into your appearance each morning, choosing outfits that clung to your curves, leaving tantalizing slices of skin bare. You made sure to bend over just so when placing documents on his desk, relishing the way his eyes would follow the lines of your body before he caught himself.

In meetings, you started openly staring at him, your gaze heated and unwavering. You'd trace your lower lip with the tip of your pen, gratified to see his eyes dart to your mouth, his fingers tightening imperceptibly on his pen. Under the guise of friendly touches, you'd graze your fingers along his arm or shoulder, feeling the way he'd tense at the contact.

But you didn't limit your newfound boldness to Fukuzawa. You dialed your flirtations up with all the men in the office. You'd perch on the edge of their desks, crossing your legs so your skirt rode up just a little too high. You'd casually touch their hands or face while laughing at their jokes, tossing your hair over your shoulder coquettishly.

All the while, you could feel the weight of Fukuzawa's stare boring into you, his jaw clenched, his eyes darkening with a potent mix of disapproval and barely suppressed jealousy. You reveled in his attention, positive reinforcement for your provocative behavior.

Late one night, as you were once again working overtime, you decided to up the ante. Slipping out of your heels, you padded silently to Fukuzawa's office, easing the door open without knocking. He glanced up sharply from his paperwork, his eyes widening when he saw you leaning against the door frame.

You smiled, slow and feline, stalking towards Fukuzawa's desk with deliberate sways of your hips. Each step seemed to echo in the charged silence of the dimly lit office. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of unspoken desire and anticipation. You could feel Fukuzawa's gaze on you, tracking your every movement with an intensity that made your skin prickle with heat.

As you reached his desk, you placed your palms flat on the polished wood, leaning forward slightly. The action caused your blouse to gape open just a little, offering a tantalizing glimpse of your cleavage. You heard Fukuzawa's sharp intake of breath, saw his eyes flicker down for the briefest of moments before he wrenched them back up to your face.

"What are you doing here so late?" he asked, his voice carefully controlled.

"I thought you could use some company," you purred, your voice low and sultry. "And I had a few...questions about the case."

Fukuzawa's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. His hands, resting on the desk, curled into fists as if he was physically restraining himself from reaching for you. "It's late," he said, his tone carefully measured, but you could hear the undercurrent of strain beneath the words. "Any questions can wait until morning."

Undeterred by his dismissal, you circled around the desk, trailing your fingertips along the smooth surface. Fukuzawa watched you warily, his body tense, coiled like a spring ready to snap. When you reached his side, you perched yourself on the edge of the desk, crossing your legs slowly, deliberately. The hem of your skirt rode up, revealing a tantalizing expanse of thigh, the lacy edge of your stockings just peeking out.

Fukuzawa's gaze followed the movement, his eyes darkening with barely suppressed hunger. His hands clenched on the armrests of his chair, the leather creaking under the force of his grip. You could practically feel the heat radiating off him, the air between your bodies crackling with electricity.

Emboldened by his reaction, you leaned in closer, placing your hand on his thigh. His muscles tensed beneath your touch, his breath hitching almost imperceptibly. "But I want your input now, boss," you breathed, your lips just inches from his ear. "I'm sure we can find a way to...stimulate some insights."

For a long, suspended moment, neither of you moved. The only sound was the ragged tempo of your breathing, the thundering of your heartbeat in your ears. Fukuzawa seemed frozen, torn between the compulsion to maintain his professionalism and the undeniable pull of his desire. You could see the conflicting emotions warring in his eyes, the desperate struggle for control.

Then, in a sudden flurry of movement, Fukuzawa surged to his feet. His chair clattered backwards, forgotten, as he gripped you by the upper arms, hauling you up with him. Before you could even gasp, he had spun you around, pressing you up against the wall with the solid heat of his body.

Your breath left you in a rush as your back hit the hard surface, your chest heaving against his. Fukuzawa's hands slid down to your wrists, pinning them beside your head as he loomed over you, his face inches from yours. His eyes were wild, almost black in the low light, boring into you with an intensity that made you tremble.

"You just can't leave well enough alone, can you?" he rasped, his voice rough and gravelly with barely leashed hunger. "You're determined to drive me to madness."

Your lips parted, a retort on the tip of your tongue, but it dissolved into a soft moan as Fukuzawa ducked his head, his mouth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. A shudder rippled through you at the contact, heat pooling low in your belly. You arched into him instinctively, craving more, desperate for the feel of his hands, his lips on your body.

"I only want to drive you to honesty," you managed to gasp out, your fingers threading through his silver hair, holding him to you. "Admit it - you want me as badly as I want you."

Fukuzawa groaned against your throat, the sound vibrating through you like a tuning fork. His grip on your wrists tightened reflexively as he fought for control, his breath coming in harsh pants against your skin. "We shouldn't," he ground out, even as his hips pressed more insistently into yours, betraying the depth of his need. "It's wrong. But..."

You writhed against him, desperate for more friction, more contact. "But what?" you prompted breathlessly, already knowing the answer but needing to hear him say it.

Fukuzawa raised his head, his eyes locking with yours. In their depths, you saw the last vestiges of his resistance crumble, the iron bands of his control shattering like spun glass. When he spoke, his voice was low and rough, weighted with promise and dark, delicious threat.

"But...I can no longer stand by while you openly flaunt yourself at every available man in this office," he growled, his gaze dropping hungrily to your parted lips as if he was resisting the urge to claim them with his own. "No more games, no more teasing. You're mine, and I intend to make sure you never forget it."

You felt a delicious shiver rush through you at his tone - was this the unraveling you had been hoping to provoke? Boldly holding his smoldering stare, you replied, "Is that so? And what’re you going to do to me...Sir?"

A muscle ticked in his clenched jaw as he seemed to wrestle with his self-restraint. Then, quicker than you could react, his hand fisted in your hair, tugging your head back roughly.

"This..." he growled an instant before crushing his mouth against yours in a searing, hungry kiss.

You gasped at the ferocity of his passion, all the built-up tension he had been holding back now pouring into his ardent caresses. Your hands clutched at the front of his kimono as you met his fervor with your own desperate want.

Your fingers fumbled with the fabric as your mouth hungrily moved against his. He groaned into the searing kiss, the vibration sending sparks of need coursing through your veins. You managed to part the fabric enough to rake your nails over his toned chest, relishing in the way his muscles twitched at your touch.

Fukuzawa broke away with a ragged breath, his forehead pressed against yours as he gazed at you with molten eyes. "You've tormented me for far too long with your wanton behavior," he murmured, his voice strained with restrained desire. "Did you think I was blind to the way you paraded about, taunting me?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but any retort was swallowed by another kiss. This time he didn't hold back, pinning you firmly against the wall as one calloused hand boldly skimmed over the curve of your hip and thigh, squeezing your ass. You shuddered and arched shamelessly into his touch, silently pleading for him to continue his intoxicating exploration.

He trailed scorching open-mouth kisses along the column of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your sensitized skin. "Perhaps now you'll learn there are consequences for playing with fire," Fukuzawa rasped, his husky tone and the roll of his hips against yours making you dizzy with longing.

With your pussy throbbing and breath coming in shallow pants, you sought purchase by clutching at the broad planes of his back. All this time you had been determined to make this unshakable man crack - but now that he had, you were overwhelmed by the force of his smoldering passion. You wanted to drown in it, consequences be damned.

Fukuzawa's normally immaculate appearance was in delicious disarray - his kimono hanging open, hair tousled from your roaming hands. He pinned you with a look that made your insides liquify as his large, calloused hands skimmed over the bare skin of your thighs and lower back.

"Look at the temptress now," he rumbled, his voice husky and laced with want. "So responsive to my touch after batting those pretty lashes at every other man here."

You opened your mouth to respond, but only a breathy whimper escaped as Fukuzawa rolled his hips firmly against yours, allowing you to feel the undeniable hardness of his cock. Heat lanced through your cunt at the delicious friction.

"I should have acted on this long ago," he murmured against the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Shown you exactly where your teasing leads..."

His words had you trembling with heady anticipation. You fisted your hands in his kimono, tugging him even closer as your pulse thundered in your ears. "Then show me," you managed to rasp, throwing caution to the wind.

Fukuzawa's intense gaze searched yours for a molten moment before he captured your lips in another searing, demanding kiss. His large hands cradled you almost reverently as he walked you backwards towards the sofa, your sense of surroundings fading until there was only the roaring need between your entwined bodies.

With a resolute tug, your clothing began to peel away, his fiery caresses branding your bare skin as you finally surrendered to the lust that had been simmering for far too long. The air was thick and heavy with the weight of your desire, the office silent save for the mingled sounds of your heated breaths and moans.

The sofa bumped against the back of your legs and you tumbled onto it, gazing up at the imposing man towering over you. Even in this compromising position, Fukuzawa radiated authority, his gaze dark and intent as he drank in the sight of your naked, sprawled form.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he rasped, the slight tremor in his voice betraying his barely leashed control.

You could hardly breathe, your heart pounding as his burning gaze devoured every inch of your exposed flesh. He knelt between your legs and you could only watch, entranced, as his rough hands skimmed slowly over your trembling thighs.

"Such a tempting little vixen, teasing her superior," he continued, his voice low and gravelly. "And now she's finally within reach."

He parted your legs further, his thumbs tracing torturous circles on the tender skin of your inner thighs. "I'm going to show you exactly what happens to girls who flaunt themselves."

You shivered as his breath ghosted over your damp folds. The anticipation was torture, the aching need between your legs throbbing with each passing moment. He continued to torture you, peppering kisses all across the taut skin of your inner thighs.

Then, just when you thought you couldn't stand it anymore, Fukuzawa's tongue dragged along your slit. You arched into him with a startled moan, his large hands gripping your thighs to keep you in place. His tongue delved deeper, slipping right between your soaked folds.

"Oh God," you whimpered, fisting your hands in his silver hair as pleasure coiled within you, winding tighter and tighter.

"That's right," he rumbled against your slick pussy lips. "I want to hear every sound you make."

His words were punctuated by the firm press of his tongue against your clit, sending a bolt of electricity arcing through you. Your head fell back against the sofa, a cry of pleasure escaping as he licked and sucked at the swollen bud.

Your breath came in ragged gasps, the pleasure so intense it was almost overwhelming. You could feel yourself hurtling towards the edge, every muscle coiling tight, desperate for release.

Then, just as you were about to cum, Fukuzawa pulled away. You whined in protest, the loss of his hot mouth on your dripping pussy nearly painful.

"Not yet," he said, his voice thick and hoarse with arousal. "I'm not finished with you yet."

With a strength that sent another surge of heat to your core, he flipped you onto your stomach, his hand pushing the small of your back to arch your ass into the air. Your breath caught as you felt him kneeling behind you, his thick length pressing teasingly against your folds.

"You have no idea how many nights l've imagined doing this to you," Fukuzawa growled, the head of his cock sliding slowly up and down your soaked pussy. "How many times l've had to stop myself from bending you over my desk and fucking you senseless."

You moaned and wriggled against him, desperate for him to fill you. "Please, Yukichi," you gasped, his name slipping past your lips without thinking.

At the sound of his name, he grinned widely, one hand coming up to swiftly slap your rear. "You will address me as 'sir'."

Another, harder, smack had you whimpering, the stinging sensation reverberating through your core. "Yes, Sir," you breathed, fingers baring a white-knuckled grip on the couch cushions.

He teased your folds with his cock, his hand kneading your reddened flesh. "Good girl," he murmured, watching the mushroom head of his cock disappear between your puffy lips.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing, he gripped his thick length and guided it to your slick entrance. You moaned as the tip slid into your cunt, your walls stretching deliciously around his girth.

"God, you're tight," he groaned, slowly easing himself deeper.

You gasped as he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours. The feeling of being so full, so stretched, was exquisite. You pushed back against him, wanting more.

With a deep groan, Fukuzawa began moving inside you, his thrusts slow and deep. He built a steady rhythm, his grip on your hips tightening as he pounded into you.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours was obscene, echoing in the quiet office. Pleasure coiled tighter within you, the tension ratcheting higher and higher with each thrust.

You could hear him grunting with exertion, the soft, guttural sounds of his pleasure driving you wild. The heat, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being fucked by the man who had consumed your every waking thought for months was almost too much to bear.

"Sir. Yukichi…fuck!" You gasped, your words dissolving into incoherence as his cock rubbed against that sweet spot deep inside you.

He grunted, his thrusts growing faster, more erratic. "Say my name again," he growled, his voice strained.

"Yukichi," you moaned, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

At the sound of his name, he groaned, his cock throbbing within you. He pounded into you harder, his fingers digging into your hips almost painfully.

You could feel yourself hurtling towards the edge, the wave of pleasure cresting inside you.

Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, his thumb found your clit, circling and rubbing the swollen nub.

That was all it took. You came with a wail, your walls clamping down on his thick cock. Your vision whited out as waves of ecstasy crashed over you, rippling through your entire body.

As you trembled through the aftershocks, Fukuzawa continued to fuck you, his pace erratic, his breathing ragged. He groaned as his cock pulsed within you, spilling his hot release.

He paused for a moment, his weight holding you down before he slowly pulled his hips back, letting his softening cock slip out of your cunt. He hissed softly as he watched his seed slowly seep out of you, unable to resist the urge to use his fingers to push it back where it belonged.

The room was filled with the sound of your labored breathing, the air heavy with the scent of cum and sweat.

You were spent, your body languid and boneless in the aftermath of your passionate encounter. Fukuzawa gathered you tenderly into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he settled onto the sofa. His touch was gentle, almost hesitant, as he held you close.

For a long moment, you simply sat there together, catching your breath, your racing hearts gradually slowing. The silence between you was comfortable, weighted with the significance of what had just transpired.

Eventually, Fukuzawa shifted, pressing a kiss to your temple before murmuring in your ear, "Come home with me."

You pulled back slightly to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure that's wise?" you asked, a hint of playfulness in your voice despite the seriousness of the question.

Fukuzawa's mouth quirked up at the corner, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and determination. "Probably not," he admitted, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your bare shoulder. "But I find myself throwing wisdom to the wind where you're concerned."

You couldn't help but smile at that, a rush of affection and exhilaration coursing through you. This was uncharted territory, a leap into the unknown. But the thought of not taking that leap, of letting this chance slip through your fingers, was unthinkable.

"Well then," you said, your decision made, "lead the way."

Fukuzawa's grin widened, his hand tightening on your hip. "With pleasure."

[chuuminn]

i will die on the 'fukuzawa has a breeding kink' hill.

are you gonna tell me he adopts troubled gifted ( and ranpo ) like they're collectables and doesn't find himself wondering about having his own kid ??? that he doesn't find the thought of you waddling around carrying his child incredibly appealing.

nonono. hope you've got stamina on the day it *clicks* for him, fukuzawa spouse. 'cause if you think you're finished after one round, you are so wrong. you're on your back, panting as you come down from your high and reaching up to pull him down for a sweet kiss like you always do. only instead of his head tilting towards yours, he's looking down to where your bodies meet, at how his cum is dripping out of you. the muscle in his jaw twitches as you call his name, softly drawing his attention back to reality.

"again-" he finally grits out, rocking his hips forward to fuck his release back into you. his gaze finally met yours, allowing you to see the intensity that's brewing behind his eyes. "you can go again. can't you, dearest?"

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐒𝐃 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨, 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢, 𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 , 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚, 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞, 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲, 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥 & 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff(?), Romance

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : A bit ooc on Sigma(?) and Akutagawa

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.5k

𝐀/𝐧: So, I decided to make headcanons for 10 BSD men all at once. I usually make 12 headcanons per character along with a short scenario. I don't typically use "Y/n" or real names when writing fiction; instead, I prefer to use nicknames. However, there is a scenario here that I felt required the use of "Y/n". My requests are open, so feel free to request anything. If I don't respond, it only means I don't have an idea of how to fulfill your request. Sorry for any inconvenience.

𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

Dazai would initially react with his usual humor and wit, making a joke about the situation to ease any tension.

However, deep down, Dazai would be surprised and flattered by the confession.

He would try to keep his composure and continue to act nonchalant, but his subtle blush and nervous fidgeting would give him away.

Dazai would try to keep the conversation light-hearted, asking questions about the confession and the person's feelings.

He would also try to gauge if the confession was genuine or if the person was playing a prank on him.

If he found out it was a genuine confession, Dazai would likely try to avoid giving a direct answer, as he enjoys teasing and keeping people on their toes.

However, he would also try to be honest with his feelings, expressing that he values their relationship and enjoys their company.

Dazai would also likely use this as an opportunity to flirt and charm the person, showcasing his suave and charming side.

He would likely confess his feelings in a unique and dramatic way, showcasing his flair for the dramatic and making the moment unforgettable.

If he didn't reciprocate the feelings, Dazai would try to let the person down gently, using his charm to make sure they don't feel too discouraged.

However, he would also likely keep the door open for a potential relationship in the future, leaving a bit of hope for the person.

If Dazai did have feelings for the person, he would still try to keep things light-hearted and playful, but he would also show a more vulnerable and sincere side.

He would likely confess his feelings in a unique and dramatic way, showcasing his flair for the dramatic and making the moment unforgettable.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

You gather all the courage you have left and walk towards Dazai. Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your throat. You stand in front of him and clear your throat, catching his attention.

"Dazai-san, there's something I need to tell you," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

Dazai raises an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Oh? What is it?" he asks, a playful smirk on his lips.

You take a deep breath and look him straight in the eyes. "I've had feelings for you for a long time now," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, Dazai looks surprised, as if he didn't expect you to say that. But then, he breaks into a wide grin and lets out a laugh.

"Well, that's quite a confession, isn't it?" he says, still chuckling. "But I have to say, I'm not exactly surprised. I mean, who wouldn't have feelings for me, right?"

You feel your cheeks flush at his teasing tone, but then Dazai's expression softens and he steps closer to you.

"But in all seriousness, I appreciate your honesty," he says, his voice low and sincere. "And I have to admit, I've had my eye on you for a while too."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, and you can't believe what you're hearing.

"Really?" you ask, almost disbelieving.

Dazai nods, a small smile on his lips. "Really. I was just waiting for the right moment to make a move. And I think this is it."

Before you can react, Dazai leans down and presses his lips to yours. It's a soft, gentle kiss, but it's filled with all the feelings you've been holding back for so long.

When you pull away, you find yourself staring into his warm brown eyes, feeling overwhelmed with emotions.

"Dazai-san, I don't know what to say," you say, feeling a little bit lost.

Dazai just smiles and takes your hand. "You don't have to say anything. Just let me show you how I feel."

𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨

Ranpo would be amused if someone confessed to him, as he would have likely figured out their feelings before they even had a chance to tell him.

Despite his cocky demeanor, Ranpo would likely feel flattered by someone's confession and may even blush a little.

He would likely respond with his usual carefree attitude, making a witty remark or a joke about the situation.

Ranpo might playfully tease the person who confessed to him, saying things like, "I knew you couldn't resist my charms" or "I can't blame you for falling for me."

If he was interested in the person who confessed to him, he might give them a sly smile and say something like, "Well, maybe we should give this a try."

If he wasn't interested, he might let the person down gently, saying something like, "I'm flattered, but I don't think we're a good match."

Ranpo might use the situation as an opportunity to show off his deductive skills, trying to deduce why the person fell for him in the first place.

If the confession caught him off guard, he might take a moment to compose himself before responding, perhaps taking a sip of his beloved tea to buy some time.

Ranpo might enjoy the attention and affection from the person who confessed to him, but he wouldn't want to lead them on if he wasn't interested.

He might playfully flirt with the person who confessed to him, even if he didn't have any romantic feelings for them.

Ranpo might use the opportunity to get to know the person better, asking them questions about their interests and hobbies.

Despite his intelligence, Ranpo can be oblivious to some things, so it's possible that he might not have realized that someone had feelings for him until they confessed.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

You had been working with Ranpo for a few months now, and you couldn't help but develop feelings for him. You knew he was incredibly intelligent, and you admired his abilities to solve any case with ease. However, you couldn't shake off the feeling that he knew about your feelings for him. Every time he looked at you, you felt like he could see right through you.

One day, while you were working on a case together, you couldn't keep it inside any longer. You took a deep breath and turned to him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Ranpo, I have something to tell you," you said, your voice shaking slightly.

He looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What is it?"

You took another deep breath and said, "I...I have feelings for you. I know it's sudden, but I couldn't keep it inside any longer."

Ranpo's eyes widened for a moment, and you could see a flash of surprise on his face. But then, he grinned widely and leaned back in his chair.

"Well, well, well, it looks like someone has fallen for the great Edogawa Ranpo," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

You felt a twinge of embarrassment at his words, but you couldn't help but smile at his playful tone.

"But don't worry, my dear," he continued. "I'm not oblivious to your charms. In fact, I was just waiting for you to make the first move."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Ranpo had known all along? But then, you reminded yourself that this was Ranpo you were dealing with, and nothing could really surprise you when it came to him.

"Really?" you asked, a bit skeptical.

"Of course, my dear," he said, getting up from his chair and walking over to you. "I've been waiting for this moment for quite some time now."

He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, making your heart flutter.

"You're just as clever as I thought you were," he said, smiling down at you.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness at his words. Maybe this was the start of something great with the person you admired and cared for so deeply.

𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨

If someone confessed to him, Kunikida would be initially caught off guard and might become flustered as he tries to process the situation.

Kunikida is a practical person who values efficiency and order, so he would probably want to discuss the confession in a structured way, asking questions to understand the person's feelings and intentions.

He would also likely evaluate his own feelings towards the person, considering if he feels the same way or if he needs time to think about it.

Kunikida is strict and has high standards, so the confession would need to align with his 56 requirements for his ideal woman.

Despite his strictness, Kunikida does have a kind and caring side, so he would try to handle the situation with tact and respect for the person's feelings.

If he doesn't reciprocate the person's feelings, he would try to let them down gently and honestly, explaining his reasons and expressing his appreciation for their courage in confessing.

On the other hand, if he does have feelings for the person, he might not show it immediately, as he tends to keep his emotions under control.

Instead, he would try to approach the situation logically, considering the potential implications and whether a relationship would align with his values and goals.

Kunikida is also protective of those he cares about, so he would want to make sure that he could provide for and support the person before entering into a relationship.

His initial reaction might come off as cold or distant, but he would likely open up over time as he becomes more comfortable and confident in the relationship.

Kunikida is a private person, so he might not be overly affectionate in public, but he would show his love and appreciation in his own way.

Ultimately, if Kunikida enters into a relationship, he would be loyal, dedicated, and committed, valuing the person's honesty, integrity, and hard work.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

You've been working alongside Kunikida for quite some time now. You're always impressed with how organized he is, and how he can manage to complete every task assigned to him with such dedication and efficiency. You've started to develop feelings for him, but you're afraid that he might not feel the same way.

One day, while you're working together, you decide to take the plunge and confess your feelings to him. You walk up to him and clear your throat nervously.

"Kunikida-san, there's something I need to tell you," you say.

Kunikida looks up from his work, clearly surprised by your sudden seriousness. "What is it?"

You take a deep breath and confess your feelings, telling him how much you admire his work ethic and how you've come to see him as more than just a colleague.

Kunikida's face remains expressionless as he listens to you, but you can see a hint of surprise in his eyes. When you finish, he takes a moment to gather his thoughts.

"Thank you for telling me, (Y/N)," he finally says. "I appreciate your honesty."

You're not sure what to make of his response, and the silence that follows is almost unbearable. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Kunikida speaks again.

"I must confess that I didn't see this coming," he admits. "But I respect your feelings, and I will consider them carefully."

You feel a sense of relief wash over you at his words. At least he's not rejecting you outright.

The two of you continue to work together as usual, but you can't help feeling self-conscious around him. However, as the days pass, you notice that Kunikida seems to be paying more attention to you. He starts to ask you more personal questions, and even starts to share more about himself.

One day, while the two of you are working late, Kunikida suddenly turns to you and says, "You know, (Y/N), I think I might have some requirements for my ideal woman that are unnecessary."

You look at him in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Well, for example, I always thought that my ideal partner should have a background in literature or philosophy. But now I realize that's not necessarily important."

You can feel your heart fluttering in your chest. Could this be a sign that Kunikida is considering a relationship with you?

As the night wears on, you both continue to work in silence, but the atmosphere between you is charged with unspoken feelings. Finally, Kunikida turns to you and says, "Would you like to go out for dinner sometime, (Y/N)?"

You nod eagerly, feeling a sense of elation wash over you. Maybe your confession wasn't in vain after all.

𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢

Atsushi would be extremely flustered if someone confessed their feelings to him, as he's not used to receiving that kind of attention.

He might initially doubt the sincerity of the confession, assuming that it's a prank or a misunderstanding.

Atsushi would struggle to express his own feelings in response, as he's not confident in his ability to navigate romantic relationships.

He might become overly self-conscious, worrying that he's not good enough for the person who confessed to him.

Atsushi would likely seek the advice of his friends in the Armed Detective Agency, particularly Dazai and Kunikida.

He would be grateful for the support and encouragement of his friends, and would turn to them for guidance in how to respond to the confession.

Atsushi's instinct would be to prioritize the other person's feelings and needs over his own, and he would struggle to assert his own boundaries and desires.

He might feel overwhelmed by the intensity of his own emotions, as well as the emotions of the person who confessed to him.

Atsushi would be hesitant to rush into anything, and would want to take things slow in order to make sure that he's making the right decision.

He would worry about the potential consequences of starting a romantic relationship, particularly if it could put himself or the other person in danger.

Atsushi's kindness and desire to help others would make him eager to do whatever he can to make the person who confessed to him happy, even if that means sacrificing his own comfort or well-being.

Ultimately, if Atsushi reciprocates the feelings of the person who confessed to him, he would be incredibly loyal and devoted, and would work tirelessly to make the relationship work.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

Atsushi sat on a bench in the park, his thoughts wandering aimlessly as he stared at the ground. He had just received a text from his friend, asking to meet up in the park. As he waited, he felt a flutter in his stomach, wondering what could be the reason behind the sudden request.

Soon enough, his friend arrived, running over with a smile on her face. Atsushi felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at her. He had always thought she was beautiful, but had never been able to muster up the courage to tell her.

"Hey Atsushi, how are you?" she asked, her eyes sparkling as she spoke.

"I'm good, thanks for asking," he replied, feeling his face heat up slightly.

They talked for a while about their day and their plans for the future, enjoying each other's company. Atsushi found himself laughing more than usual, enjoying the lightness of the conversation.

Suddenly, his friend took a deep breath, her face turning red. Atsushi's heart began to race as he waited for her to speak.

"There's something I need to tell you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to say this, but...I really like you, Atsushi."

Atsushi felt his heart swell with joy, unable to believe what he had just heard. He had always harbored feelings for her, but had never thought they could be reciprocated.

"I like you too," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I have for a while now, but I was too scared to tell you."

They both smiled at each other, feeling the weight of their unspoken feelings lifted. The park suddenly seemed brighter, the flowers more vibrant, and the sky bluer. They spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other's company, feeling content and happy.

As they parted ways, Atsushi felt a sense of excitement for what the future could hold. He knew that whatever it was, he wanted her to be a part of it.

𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

If someone confessed to him, Fukuzawa would be taken aback and would need a moment to process what just happened. He is not someone who is used to receiving romantic attention and is often preoccupied with his work.

However, once he has had a chance to think things through, he would approach the situation with his usual calm and collected demeanor. He would carefully consider the confession and the feelings behind it before responding.

Despite his cold and intimidating exterior, Fukuzawa is actually a kind-hearted person and would not want to hurt the other person's feelings. He would make an effort to let them down gently, but firmly.

Fukuzawa values honesty and would appreciate the bravery it takes to confess one's feelings. He would also be impressed by the other person's courage and would hold them in higher esteem as a result.

That being said, Fukuzawa's work as the leader of the Armed Detective Agency often takes precedence over his personal life. He may feel conflicted about pursuing a romantic relationship while he is so heavily focused on his duties.

If the other person is persistent, Fukuzawa would eventually let his guard down and open up to them. He would be a devoted and caring partner once he feels comfortable enough to do so.

Despite the age difference¹, Fukuzawa would not be too bothered by it. He values maturity and emotional intelligence over physical age and would appreciate someone who is able to keep up with his level of discourse.

Fukuzawa is a bit of a workaholic and would likely need to be reminded to take breaks and spend quality time with his partner. He is not always the best at expressing his emotions, but he would make an effort to show his affection in his own way.

Fukuzawa has a dry sense of humor and would appreciate someone who can keep up with his wit. He is not one for romantic gestures or grand displays of affection, but would show his love through practical gestures and thoughtful deeds.

He is a cat lover and would likely have several feline companions. He may even use his love for cats as a way to bond with his partner, inviting them over to meet his furry friends.

Fukuzawa is a private person and would not want his personal life to become the subject of gossip or speculation. He would prefer to keep his relationship low-key and between him and his partner.

Despite his intimidating demeanor, Fukuzawa is a man of integrity and would treat his partner with respect and consideration. He is not one to play games or manipulate others and would be a stable and reliable presence in his partner's life.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

You've been working at the Armed Detective Agency for a few months now, and every day, you find yourself more drawn to the agency's leader, Fukuzawa Yukichi. Despite his reserved and intimidating demeanor, you've grown to admire his strength and intelligence.

One day, you finally work up the courage to confess your feelings to him. "Fukuzawa-san, I know this might be inappropriate, but I just wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you."

For a moment, Fukuzawa remains silent, his expression unreadable. You start to regret your confession, but then he speaks. "I appreciate your honesty, (Name)," he says, his voice low and serious. "But you must understand that I am the leader of this agency, and my responsibilities must always come first. I cannot allow myself to become romantically involved with any member of my team."

You feel your heart sink, but you try to keep a brave face. "I understand," you say softly. "I just couldn't keep my feelings to myself any longer."

Fukuzawa nods, then turns to leave the room. As he reaches the door, he pauses and looks back at you. "But know this," he says. "I have always admired your dedication and hard work. You are a valuable member of this team, and I would hate to lose you."

His words bring a small smile to your face, and you nod in gratitude. Even though your confession didn't go as planned, you feel a sense of relief that you were able to express your feelings to him.

In the days that follow, Fukuzawa seems to make an effort to spend more time with you. He invites you to work on projects together and even takes you out to lunch a few times. Although he remains reserved, you start to sense a shift in his demeanor.

One day, while you're working on something, Fukuzawa came to you, He suddenly speaks up. "You know, (Name), I've been thinking about what you said to me the other day," he says, his tone gentle. "And I realize that I may have been too quick to dismiss your feelings."

Your heart races as he continues. "I cannot deny that I am drawn to you as well. But we must proceed with caution. Our work here is too important to risk any distractions."

You nod, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. "Of course, Fukuzawa-san," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

From that day forward, your relationship with Fukuzawa becomes more intimate. You start spending more time together outside of work, and you begin to see a softer side of him that you never knew existed. And although he remains reserved in public, you can tell that he cares for you deeply.

As you sit together one evening, watching his cats play in the living room, he turns to you and takes your hand. "I may be emotionally reserved," he says, his voice soft. "But I want you to know that I care for you deeply, (Name). You are important to me."

Tears well up in your eyes as you lean in to kiss him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. Although it took time and patience, you are grateful that you were able to find love with someone as strong and intelligent as Fukuzawa Yukichi.

𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚

Chuuya may initially seem annoyed or irritated if someone were to confess their feelings to him, as he is not used to dealing with romantic situations.

However, if the person confessing to him is someone he cares about, Chuuya would be willing to listen to them and consider their feelings.

Chuuya is a very straightforward person, so he would appreciate someone being honest with him about their feelings.

He would also be flattered by the confession, even if he doesn't necessarily feel the same way.

Chuuya has a strong sense of pride and doesn't like to show vulnerability, so he may initially try to deflect the confession or make light of the situation.

However, if the person confessing to him is persistent, he may eventually let his guard down and open up to them.

Chuuya has a soft spot for women, so if the person confessing to him is a woman, he may be more receptive to their feelings.

He loves wine and fine dining, so he may suggest going out to a fancy restaurant to talk things over.

Chuuya is a skilled fighter, so he may use fighting analogies or metaphors to express his thoughts and feelings about the situation.

If he does not reciprocate the feelings, Chuuya would be honest with the person and let them down gently.

However, if he does feel the same way, Chuuya would likely take things slow and be cautious in building a romantic relationship.

Ultimately, Chuuya is a complex character with many layers, and his reaction to a confession would depend on the specific circumstances and the person confessing to him.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

As Chuuya finished his drink at the bar, he noticed a woman sitting next to him. She looked up and caught his eye, and he couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed by her presence.

"Is there something you want?" he asked with a smirk.

The woman took a deep breath and looked directly at him. "Actually, yes. I have something I need to tell you."

Chuuya raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what might that be?"

The woman hesitated for a moment before gathering her courage. "I just wanted to say that I really admire you, Chuuya. You're so strong and talented, and I've always been attracted to your confidence and your charm."

Chuuya's expression softened a bit as he listened to her words. He wasn't used to receiving compliments like that, especially from a stranger. "Well, I must say, I do have a certain...flair, don't I?"

The woman chuckled at his cocky comment, but then grew serious again. "But seriously, Chuuya. I have to be honest with you. I've had feelings for you for a while now, and I just couldn't keep them to myself anymore."

Chuuya's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment he was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say or how to react. But then he looked back at the woman, who was looking at him expectantly, and he saw something in her eyes that made him feel a strange mix of emotions. He saw sincerity and vulnerability, and he saw a reflection of his own hidden feelings.

Without thinking, he reached out and took her hand. "I...I appreciate your honesty," he said, his voice softer than before. "And I have to admit, I've been feeling a certain...attraction to you as well."

The woman's eyes lit up with joy and relief, and she leaned in closer to him. "Really? You mean that?"

Chuuya nodded, and then leaned in to kiss her. As their lips met, he felt a rush of emotions that he had never experienced before. He felt excitement and passion, but also a sense of vulnerability and fear. He wasn't used to opening up to others, but something about this woman made him feel like he could trust her.

As they pulled away from the kiss, Chuuya smiled and looked into the woman's eyes. "I think we should get to know each other better," he said.

The woman smiled back at him, her eyes shining with happiness. "I'd like that," she said.

And with that, they both knew that they had taken the first step on a new journey together. A journey that would be filled with challenges and obstacles, but also with love and happiness.

𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

Akutagawa would initially be caught off guard by a confession as he is not used to people expressing their feelings towards him.

He would likely become defensive and try to push the person away, as he is not used to dealing with emotions and finds them to be a weakness.

Despite his harsh exterior, Akutagawa may secretly crave love and affection, and the confession may stir up some unfamiliar feelings within him.

He would likely analyze the situation and the person's motives carefully, as he is a strategic thinker and does not want to be taken advantage of.

If the person is able to break through his walls and earn his trust, he may eventually open up and reciprocate their feelings.

Akutagawa's intense pride and sense of superiority may initially make it difficult for him to accept someone else's affections, as he does not like to feel inferior to anyone.

His initial response may be to reject the person and assert his dominance, but this is likely a defense mechanism to avoid vulnerability.

Over time, if the person persists and shows him genuine care and affection, Akutagawa may begin to soften and let down his guard.

Despite his initial resistance, Akutagawa may secretly enjoy the attention and affection, as he has likely never experienced it before.

His sense of duty to the Port Mafia may also make him hesitant to pursue a romantic relationship, as he does not want it to interfere with his work.

However, if the person is able to understand and respect his commitment to the mafia, they may be able to work through any obstacles and build a relationship.

Ultimately, if Akutagawa is able to overcome his fear of vulnerability and open himself up to love, he may find a deep sense of fulfillment and happiness in a relationship.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

It was just another day at the Port Mafia headquarters, and Akutagawa was in the middle of a training session. He was focused and dedicated, his eyes never leaving his opponent as he deftly dodged their attacks and launched his own.

As the training session ended, Akutagawa walked towards his locker to grab his belongings. As he was putting on his coat, he heard footsteps approaching him. Turning around, he saw a woman standing before him. She looked nervous, her hands fidgeting and her eyes darting around.

"Can I help you?" Akutagawa asked, his tone cold and indifferent.

The woman took a deep breath before speaking. "I-I have something I need to tell you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Akutagawa raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "And what is that?" he asked.

The woman took another deep breath before blurting out, "I have feelings for you."

Akutagawa stared at her for a few moments, his expression unreadable. Finally, he spoke. "You have feelings for me?" he repeated, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

The woman nodded, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment. "Yes, I do. I know it's probably foolish, but I just had to tell you."

akutagawa was silent for a few more moments, seemingly lost in thought. finally, he spoke again. "i...i don't know what to say," he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

the woman looked up at him, hope and fear mingling in her eyes. "do you feel the same way?" she asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

akutagawa took a step closer to her, his eyes locked onto hers. "yes," he said simply. "i do."

the woman's eyes widened in surprise and delight. "really?" she asked, a smile breaking out on her face.

akutagawa nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "really," he repeated.

As they stood there, looking at each other, a sense of warmth and happiness filled the air. For Akutagawa, who was so used to being alone, this was a new and unfamiliar feeling. But as he looked into the woman's eyes, he knew that it was a feeling he wanted to hold onto for a long time.

𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲

Fyodor would initially appear indifferent to the confession, maintaining his usual calm and collected demeanor.

He would likely analyze the situation, weighing the pros and cons of reciprocating the feelings.

Fyodor would appreciate the courage it took for the person to confess their feelings to him and would offer a polite response.

He would likely not reciprocate the feelings right away, preferring to take his time and consider his own feelings towards the person.

Fyodor's cold and distant nature may make it difficult for the person to gauge his true feelings towards them.

He may express his appreciation for the person's qualities and acknowledge the chemistry between them, but still remain distant.

Fyodor may attempt to divert the conversation away from his own feelings and instead focus on the other person's well-being.

He may offer his friendship and support, even if he doesn't feel romantically inclined towards the person.

Fyodor may also see the confession as an opportunity to gain leverage over the person or to use them for his own ends.

He would likely not be swayed by emotional pleas or dramatic displays of affection, preferring rational and logical thinking.

Fyodor may also use the situation as a chance to manipulate the person, playing mind games to test their loyalty or to gain information.

Ultimately, if Fyodor were to reciprocate the feelings, it would likely be on his own terms and in his own time, without any external pressure.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

The atmosphere is tense as the person takes a deep breath and confesses their feelings to Fyodor. "I know this might come as a surprise, but I have feelings for you. I've been struggling with these feelings for a while, and I couldn't hold them back anymore. I just had to tell you."

Fyodor looks at the person with a neutral expression. "I see. Thank you for telling me."

The person starts to feel anxious and fidgets with their hands. "I know I might not be your type or even someone you're interested in, but I just had to let you know how I feel."

Fyodor nods his head slightly. "I understand. I appreciate your honesty and bravery."

The person looks at Fyodor, hoping to see some sort of reaction from him. "Do you have any response? How do you feel?"

Fyodor takes a moment to think before responding. "I must admit that your confession has caught me off guard. I need some time to think and consider my own feelings towards you. I hope you understand."

The person nods, feeling a bit disappointed but also understanding of Fyodor's cold and analytical nature. "I understand. Thank you for being honest with me."

Fyodor nods in return. "Of course. I will let you know my decision in due time.

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥

If someone were to confess their feelings to Nikolai, he would be initially taken aback by the sudden confession. Being the energetic and silly person he is, Nikolai might try to make a joke out of the situation to ease the tension. However, as the confession sinks in, Nikolai might become more serious and start to think about the person's feelings and his own. He would likely be conflicted due to his involvement with the criminal organization and the danger it poses to the person he cares about. Nikolai would appreciate the person's honesty and courage in confessing their feelings to him, and would make sure to let them know. He might be hesitant to reciprocate the feelings right away, preferring to take his time to sort out his own emotions and thoughts. Nikolai's scar and his desire to be free of emotions may make him appear cold or unfeeling, but he would try his best to convey his true feelings to the person.

He might make a silly analogy or use one of his "quizzes" to express his feelings in a unique and unexpected way.

Nikolai's love for birds might come into play as he tries to explain his feelings, comparing the person to a free bird he wants to protect and cherish.

Despite being involved in criminal activities, Nikolai has a soft and caring side to him, which might surprise the person confessing their feelings to him.

The atmosphere during the confession might start off tense and awkward, but Nikolai's energy and humor would lighten the mood and make the conversation more comfortable.

Overall, Nikolai's reaction would be unpredictable, but he would ultimately prioritize the safety and well-being of the person he cares about while navigating his own emotions.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

Nikolai was in the middle of one of his theatric quizzes when the person he had a crush on suddenly interrupted him with a confession. He stopped mid-sentence and blinked in surprise, momentarily thrown off balance by the unexpected confession.

But true to his silly and energetic nature, Nikolai quickly regained his composure and flashed a wide grin. "Well, well, well, it looks like someone's got a little crush on me, huh?" he teased, waggling his eyebrows playfully.

The atmosphere was electric as Nikolai leaned in, his expression mischievous. "Tell me, my dear, have you always had a thing for dangerous criminals like myself? Or is it just my charming good looks?" he joked, laughing as he tousled their hair affectionately.

But beneath all the teasing and theatrics, Nikolai's heart was racing with excitement. He had always secretly harbored feelings for this person, but had never expected them to feel the same way.

As the confession sunk in, Nikolai felt a warmth spreading through his chest, a feeling of joy and contentment that he had never experienced before. For once in his life, he felt like he could let go of his facade of indifference and be vulnerable with someone.

"Listen, my dove," he said, his voice softer now, "I've always admired your courage and your spirit. And if you feel the same way about me, then I think we could have a lot of fun together."

𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚

Sigma would initially be surprised and caught off guard by the confession, as he tends to keep to himself and doesn't actively seek out romantic relationships.

He would likely try to remain composed and professional, given his role as a casino manager and his desire to maintain a certain image.

Despite his initial shock, Sigma would be flattered by the confession and would thank the person for their honesty and bravery in confessing their feelings.

Sigma may be hesitant to reciprocate the feelings, as he is still unsure of his own abilities and self-worth. However, he would be open to getting to know the person better and possibly exploring a relationship with them.

He would likely be very respectful and considerate towards the person, listening attentively to their thoughts and feelings and offering his own perspective in return.

Sigma's innocent and pure nature may make it difficult for him to fully understand and reciprocate romantic feelings, but he would do his best to navigate the situation with kindness and sincerity.

He may also use his Information Exchange Ability to gather more information about the person's feelings and intentions, in order to make a more informed decision about whether or not to pursue a relationship with them.

Sigma's composed and professional demeanor may give way to moments of vulnerability and insecurity as he processes his own emotions and tries to figure out what he wants.

He may seek advice from his colleagues or confidantes in order to better understand his own feelings and navigate the situation.

Sigma would likely approach the situation with a sense of curiosity and openness, eager to explore new experiences and emotions.

He may also feel a sense of responsibility towards the person who confessed to him, wanting to ensure that they feel heard and respected even if he ultimately decides not to pursue a relationship with them.

Overall, Sigma would approach the situation with a mixture of apprehension, curiosity, and kindness, doing his best to navigate his own emotions and desires while also considering the feelings of the person who confessed to him.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

The atmosphere in the Sky Casino is lively and bustling with patrons enjoying the games and entertainment. Sigma is walking through the main floor, checking on the status of the casino and its customers. Suddenly, he is approached by someone he recognizes as a regular customer. They nervously confess their feelings to Sigma, admitting that they've had a crush on him for some time.

Sigma is taken aback by the sudden confession, his usual calm and confident demeanor wavering for a moment. "I...I don't know what to say," he stammers, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

You look at Sigma with hopeful eyes, waiting for a response. "I've always admired you from afar," you continue. "You seem so composed and capable, even in the face of adversity."

Sigma takes a deep breath and gathers his thoughts. "Thank you for your kind words," he says with a small smile. "I must admit, I've had my eye on you as well."

Youreyes widen in surprise and happines. "Really?" they ask, barely able to contain their excitement.

"Yes, really," Sigma replies, feeling more confident as he speaks. "Your presence always brings a smile to my face, and I find myself looking forward to seeing you every time you come here."

Your face lights up with joy as you hug Sigma, thanking him for his honesty and reciprocation of your feelings. Sigma's heart fills with warmth as he embraces you back, feeling grateful for the chance to experience such a genuine and heartfelt moment.

¹ It's not really about the age gap, The reader is somewhat childish yk smth like that HAHAHAHA

I literally spent two days writing this, so if I see someone saying I stole it, I'm going to lose my shit.

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bungo stray dogs - meet cutes

hey guyzzz soooo here's my one piece of writing for the next 10 months 😛🩷

jk but fr it's hard for me to write anything consistently so thank you for bearing with me!!!! :3

i always appreciate all forms of support!! I’ve been having bsd brainworms for a couple months now so expect more ramblings at some point ok thx for reading BYEEEEEEEE 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

cw: gn reader, mention of cigarettes, reader has a cat, light stalking

characters: nakahara chuuya, fukuzawa yukichi, oda sakunosuke wc: 2600+

you’re the cute cashier who works the graveyard shift at my local convenience store and i'm always awake at odd hours - nakahara chuuya

Chuuya stifled a yawn and wearily checked his phone. The numbers [3:27 AM] glared back at him with an irritating brightness, almost mocking him for staying up so late. He sighed and pocketed his phone, glancing up at the sky which was still a deep indigo, the stars barely visible from the copious amounts of light pollution. 

He grumbled something illegible under his breath and pushed open the door to the nearest convenience store. The door jingled lightly, the smell of nondescript floor cleaner invading his nostrils as he stepped into the cramped space. 

“Welcome…” you called out wearily from the register, though you couldn’t see who just walked in due to the height of the shelves blocking your view. 

He barely acknowledged your existence at the opposite side of the store, instead choosing to browse the shelves.

He eventually made his way to the register, dropping a bottle of water on the counter before finally looking up at you. 

“And I’ll take a pack of Marlboro Golds.”

You glanced at him quickly while scanning the water and box of cigarettes, trying to take in as much of his appearance as possible without looking creepy. 

You hadn’t seen him before since starting this job a week ago, and he certainly was a sight for sore eyes. 

His hair was a fiery orange that fell in slight waves over his shoulder, with piercing eyes that made your heart skip a beat. 

You silently punched in your employee discount as he pulled out his wallet. Though it was only 10% off, he looked like he’d been from hell and back, and you felt strangely empathetic towards this stranger, wanting to make his night a little easier in the only way you could without getting in trouble. 

You finished the transaction and handed him the receipt, finally mustering the courage to look at his face again. To your surprise, he was looking directly at you this time, his eyes narrowed as he studied you. 

You quickly averted your gaze and hastily bowed, babbling out a customary “Thank you, come again”. 

As he left the building, he quickly scanned the receipt. His eyebrows raised a little as he saw the discount. Of course he would never need it with his cushy salary, but you had no way of knowing that. You simply saw him as a tired man who had a rough day, extending kindness the only way you knew how. The thought of a stranger showing him pity made his brow furrow, but he couldn’t deny how his heart squeezed when he remembered those kind eyes.

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The next night, you were back behind the register, eyes glazing over while you stared aimlessly at the wall. The door jingled and you snapped to attention. 

“Welcome!”

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the same handsome man from yesterday walk in. You fidgeted with your hair and nails trying to look more presentable under the unflattering fluorescent lights. 

He made his rounds and eventually came to the counter again, dropping his choices on the counter. 

Before you could open your mouth, he spoke. 

“Don’t do that again.” 

You gaped like a fish and internally panicked, mind racing trying to find where you had gone wrong.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you mean…”

“The discount. I don’t need it.”

“Oh my apologies, you just looked like you were having a rough day and I wanted to try and make it a little better…I didn’t mean to insult you…” you rambled. You couldn’t hide the embarrassment on your face, cheeks and ears heating up rapidly as you felt yourself pinned under his strong gaze. 

He sighed, “It’s fine, just don’t do it again. I don’t need your charity.” 

‘…or for you to get in trouble trying to help me.’

You wanted to curl up and die right there, but instead you scanned his items and stuffed them in a bag, staring down at the white countertop and praying for the minutes to go faster so you could go home and scream.

Noticing your discomfort, Chuuya sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He finished the transaction and muttered a small “thank you” before dropping a small piece of paper on the counter. He immediately whirled around and headed out the door so you couldn’t see the slight blush tingeing his face and ears.

I’ll pay you back. Here’s my number.

 xxx-xxx-xxxx

You looked up in surprise but he was already out the door, the jingle of the doorbells signaling his departure. You smiled and blushed lightly, the fatigue from your long shift briefly alleviated as butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the thought of the handsome stranger. 

“Ah… I didn’t even get his name…”

you’re the owner of the cat i’ve been feeding because i thought it was a stray - fukuzawa yukichi

It was a relatively quiet day, the weather was nice and the streets were slightly less busy than usual. Fukuzawa closed his eyes and let the warm rays of sun seep into his tired skin, silently basking after a long day of being chained to his desk. 

His meditation was broken as a striped tail curled around his leg. Much to his delight, a friendly looking cat chirped and rubbed its face affectionately on his legs. His eyes softened as he reached down to let the cat sniff his hand, then softly pet its head. 

He swiftly took a small dried fish out of his sleeve and offered it, to which the cat excitedly accepted, purring up a storm as it crunched hungrily on the treat. His shoulders dropped slightly, stress and tension slowly melting away as he continued to admire the furry creature. 

The cat writhed on the ground, soaking up every ounce of attention from him as he continued to gently pet its fur. As if compelled by an unknown force, the cat suddenly shot its head up and glanced around, before running off into the bushes. Fukuzawa looked around for what could’ve possibly scared the cat away, but saw nothing. Slightly disappointed, he stood and returned to the office.

The next couple of days it came back as friendly as ever, and with an even more ravenous appetite for treats. Of course Fukuzawa was happy to oblige, showering the cat with affection and treats every time. 

“You have quite an appetite for such a small cat, don’t eat too many treats now.” he murmured, his stoic face unchanging yet there was a glimmer of admiration in his eyes.

“There you are! You greedy little shit!!”

His respite was broken as an angry voice yelled out from across the courtyard. The cat seemed to instantly recognize the voice and immediately ducked behind Fukuzawa’s legs. 

You jogged up to him, slightly out of breath, and looked up at the man who your cat was using as a shield. He had a commanding presence, with sharp blue eyes and silvery wolf cut. Your eyes locked for a split second and your heart jumped, this dignified-looking man was certainly easy on the eyes to say the least. Clearing your throat and brushing stray hairs out of your face, you awkwardly waved. 

“Hi, that cat belongs to me. I’m sorry if she caused you any trouble.” 

You smiled at him but glared daggers at your cat, who simply looked back at you. Though somehow, you could feel a smug aura radiating from it.

He looked down at the cat then back to you with a very slightly amused expression.

“No, she wasn’t bothering me. She’s quite sweet.” 

His voice rolled out deep and smooth, matching his serious appearance. He extended his hand down and your cat happily rubbed her face on it, purring up a storm.

“She really likes people, but that’s because she really, really likes food.”

You sighed and squatted down to attempt to grab your cat, but she ducked further behind the fold of the man’s yukata. You frowned and huffed but didn’t move any further, lest you’d be kneeling between this stranger’s legs. Fukuzawa noticed your discomfort and scooped up the cat in his arms, handing her off to you. You gratefully lifted your cat, accidentally brushing his large hand in the process which sent a small jolt of adrenaline through your body. 

“She’s not supposed to be outside but somehow she always manages to slip out. I feed her regularly but it doesn’t matter, she’s insatiable.”

Knowing the jig was up, your cat meowed in protest and squirmed in your arms.

“I mean how am I supposed to feel when my cat is going up to strangers and begging like she’s starving? She’s making me look like a neglectful owner to the whole damn city!”

You continued to ramble, before realizing you were venting your frustrations on this poor random man. 

He looked at you, a slight twinkle of amusement in his eyes. 

“She looks healthy and happy, it’s obvious someone loves her very much.” 

You felt your face heat up as he reassured you, wholly unprepared for the praise from this stern-looking yet attractive older man. 

“Ah… well thank you very much for taking care of my cat.” You bowed politely. “Please let me pay you back somehow.”

He shook his head gently and tucked his arms in his sleeves. “No need, it was no trouble at all.”

“I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t help you out in return, I insist.”

You rummaged hastily through your bag and retrieved a pen and a crumpled receipt, scribbling down your number and name before handing it to him. 

You were telling half of the truth; you really did want to pay him back, but you also wanted an excuse to see this hot man again.

“Ugh, I have to go, but please don’t hesitate to reach out. Again, thank you so much for taking care of her.” You bowed one more time before speed-walking down the street, indignant meows fading as you turned the corner.

Fukuzawa looked at the small piece of paper in his hand, tucking it in his sleeve as the faintest of smiles graced his face for a second. 

‘...cute…’

you ask me for help to pretend to be your boyfriend to scare off a creep - oda sakunosuke

You glance over your shoulder warily while pulling your jacket tighter over your midsection, walking faster down the street. To your demise, the shady looking man that started following you a few blocks ago continued to tail you despite taking several twists and turns to try and throw him off. Cursing under your breath, you opened the door to the nearest establishment and quickly ducked in hoping to find a place you could stake it out until he left.

You’d never been to this bar before despite passing it multiple times on your way home, but it was much nicer than expected. The narrow stairs opened up into a cozy bar, moody lighting glinting off of the polished wooden stools. The only patron was a rather tall man with reddish hair, sitting quietly sipping on his drink. 

Although he was a complete stranger, you felt as if this man was trustworthy. He exuded an aura of peace and safety that you desperately needed at this moment. 

Sheepishly you sat down next to him. He looked down at you curiously, about to ask why you chose to sit next to him when the whole bar was available, when the door opened again and the man who had been following you stumbled in. Your heart dropped and you turned to the stranger next to you, whispering rapidly with a pleading expression. 

“Hey so there’s a creepy guy following me, could you pretend to be my boyfriend? I’ll buy you a drink as thanks.”

Before he could respond, you faked a hearty laugh as though you just told a hilarious joke and put your hand on his arm flirtatiously, hoping that the creepy man was watching. 

Your heart was thundering in your chest, but you continued to smile and look at your fake boyfriend. Getting a better look at his face, you noticed that he was actually quite good looking. He had a slight amount of stubble on his jaw, but the rest of him was well groomed. His eyes were a gorgeous crystal-clear sapphire blue that gazed down at you stoically. You were close enough to smell his light cologne, it was just enough to be noticeable but not overbearing. Your fingertips felt searing where they touched his arm, and you prayed he couldn’t tell how hard your heart was beating. 

He glanced up at the man brooding in the corner, silently sizing him up with a stony face.

Even though he hadn’t spoken a word, his sheer size and intense stare sent a strong enough warning that the other man froze under his gaze. 

Your stalker stared at the two of you and muttered something under his breath, before heading back up the stairs and exiting the bar. 

Once you were sure the door had closed behind him, you breathed a sigh of relief and removed your hand from his arm. “Hey sorry for putting you on the spot like that, I really appreciate it, let me get you a drink.”

“It’s nothing, I don’t mind.” His voice was deep and rumbled like a thunderstorm, and it was very attractive.

“No please, I insist. Ah, I suppose I should introduce myself.” You bashfully offered your name and bowed slightly. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Oda. It’s getting pretty late anyways, I was going to head out. Do you need someone to walk you home?”

You smiled and nodded. “I would appreciate that, thank you so much.”

The walk home was a little awkward but not uncomfortable. Most of your attempts at small talk were met with brief responses that were followed by a long pause. You assumed he wasn’t much for conversation, but you detected no malice or annoyance in his voice. 

Eventually, you reached the end of your commute. Although you were relieved you made it home safely, you were a little disappointed that your impromptu date with this attractive stranger was coming to an end.

“Oh this is it, thank you so much again for helping me out…. oh right!” You dug out your phone from your bag, opened a new contact, and sheepishly handed it to him. 

“I know you said I didn’t have to pay you back but I really want to.” 

He took the phone and punched in his number along with the name ‘Oda’ before handing it back to you. 

“Thank you again! Have a good night!” You smiled brightly and waved at him from the entrance of your apartment complex, heart still pounding. 

He offered a simple wave in return, making sure you closed and locked the door before continuing on his way. He couldn’t ignore the butterflies in his stomach at the thought of your smile for the rest of the night. 

dividers credit @/cafekitsune

[ladyrashelougai]

Don't tell Yukichi I shared this XD

[strawberrystepmom]

Fukuzawa x F!Reader. CW: implied age gap (reader is in her late 20's and he is his canonical age), alcohol mention and consumption, takes place from his bedside while he's ill during the Cannibal arc. weird situationship vibes, switches between past and present tense.

WC: 2.9k | divider by cafekitsune

“What are you doing here?”

Yukichi’s voice is little more than a whisper when he speaks, the dryness of his throat marking his usual baritone with a rasp that causes you to arch a brow.

“Visiting, standing vigil, whatever makes it seem more heroic.” Making a show of licking the tip of your finger and using it to flip to the next page of the book sitting in your lap, you glance up from the page and tilt your head to the side.“Why are you so surprised to see me?”

“You shouldn’t be here. I’ll have Ranpo escort you out.” 

The continued dry rasp of his voice makes you spring into action, snapping the book in your lap closed and reaching for the small carafe of water by his bedside. Pouring a glass, you slide it in his direction and look away when he moves to pick it up. The suggestion that Ranpo be the one to escort you out makes you chuckle to yourself considering he is the one who let you in to begin with, holding out his hand for the promised sweets your sister mailed from overseas. Sweeter and stickier than anything he can find here, probably melting in the palm of his hand.

Finally, you sigh and lean back in the chair as much as the cramped object will allow.

“If you want me to leave, you can just say so. I can show myself out. No escort necessary.” 

You want to hear him deny you in his own words for once, anticipating the rejection that has yet to come, a breath caught in your throat. Instead you listen to the gulp of room temperature water travel down his throat, eyes fixed to the closed cover of the book in your lap. 

It has been more than six months since your employment with the Armed Detective Agency ended and you’ve managed to wheedle your way into two personal visits with its President in that time. Two times you attempted, yet again, to show him you are invested in him as Yukichi Fukuzawa, the man and not merely as a former boss.

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The first was over dinner; a simple message sent with intention.

You: I made too much and always forget about my leftovers. Have you eaten yet?

What is he if not an old moth to a hopeful little flame? 

Logic warned him to decline but his just shaky enough to be from low blood sugar mid-evening hands betrayed his judgment. What could it hurt to humor you a little bit? He has never been outright oblivious to your feelings although will always believe them to be misguided. 

YF: You are too generous with your time and groceries. I can be there in twenty minutes.

You showed him your humble abode for the first time and fed him bites from your plate insisting you were almost too full to move. Your cat climbed into his lap and he dared to daydream for a breath it were the needy creature’s owner instead, steel blue eyes tracing your every move while nimble fingers stroked between the cats’ ears. The soft melody of your record collection set the soundtrack and you swayed gently, nursing a glass of wine between two of your fingers.

“Thank you for coming tonight.”

Whatever trance the gentle purr of your cat had him in severed the moment he heard your voice. He watched your form gently sway to the music, soft and melodic from the decade before he was even born making it far older than you.

“Can’t let good food go to waste.”

Glancing over your shoulder, you smiled at him with narrowed eyes. He has imagined you performing this exact motion often, every day even, looking over your shoulder while swaying gently to your favorite music. If he weren’t so concerned about appropriateness, he’d rise to his feet and join you, wrap his arm around your waist and sway with his chin on your shoulder.

“You think I’m a good cook?”

From your couch, he glanced over his shoulder at you and sighed softly. If he were to speak the words he wants to say, they’d almost certainly tip this over the edge he has spent so much time desperately trying to avoid, so he picks the easiest ones available:

“Yeah, you are.”

The way you smiled at him weighed on his mind for the rest of his fitful night, that grin lighting up nightmares and daydreams alike.

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“Why are you here?”

Fukuzawa rarely makes a second request for an answer, even from you, and the breath caught in your throat becomes a sharp exhale the moment he speaks. He glances in your direction and sees the anxious twitch in your fingers, how you desperately wish to fiddle with your appearance or jewelry to seem undisturbed and confident. Fukuzawa is an intelligent man by nature and he carefully watches to expose all of a person’s subtleties, even yours. So much of your behavior is a veneer to make yourself appear non threatening.

Truth be told, he’s astounded it works as well as it does although even the greatest minds have fallen prey to beautiful women with sharp wit and pretty smiles. Not that you are a predator to him in the slightest.

“Because I care about you,” you start, snapping your mouth shut to avoid saying more. Instead of fiddling with your clothing or earrings, you jiggle your foot and the book in your lap bounces with each movement. You are too vulnerable for your own good, tender hearted to the core. “I wanted to see how you’re doing for myself instead of getting the sanitized version of the story from Kunikida and the dishonest one from Dazai.”

Fukuzawa attempts to push his glass back onto the table and you reach to pluck it from his hands, fingers touching while you do. It reminds him of the second occasion he enjoyed your company before tonight, skin buzzing with the ghost of your touch instead of the dull throbbing pain of his illness. A soft gasp escapes him and he settles back against the pillow under his head, silver hair sweeping his shoulders.

“That’s fair,” he admits, fiddling with the blanket that is loosely wrapped over his body. 

You giggle despite feeling entirely out of your element, insecure and young despite your nearly three decades, dabbling in adoration for a man you have no business being interested in to begin with. 

“If you’d like to be alone, I can leave.”

He makes you feel as though you’re nude in front of him while he’s fully clothed, baring every crease and dimple of yourself, supine and ripe for his consumption. It’s what you want, after all. A single glance that leaves you stripped to the bones.

It’s why you cannot leave him alone.

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The second time you were fortunate enough to be graced with Fukuzawa’s presence as a friend was a tad less honest on your end. 

“Hello?”

Fukuzawa knew who was on the other end before he even picked his phone up to answer the incoming call, a stirring feeling in his gut he should have perhaps taken as a warning letting him know what was coming next.

“What are you doing tonight?”

He exhaled loudly through his nose in response to your question, the closest you have ever come to drawing a real laugh from the man. He has always played off his enjoyment with tight smiles and acknowledging nods, hiding his upturned lips behind the ceramic of a choko.

“I’ll take it that means you’re free?” 

The sound of a pen being tossed down onto the desk below it clanged through the speaker of your phone. You sighed the sound away, listening for further stirring on the other end. Seconds passing have conditioned you to expect a rejection when it comes to him, a gentle let down the way only he has managed to seem less like a “no thank you” and more of a “you’re so kind to ask” in the effusively polite way he has perfected.

“Tell me what I’m going to be getting myself into before I answer, please.”

You were not being asked to explain yourself, you were being told to do so. A small smile danced across your lips while smearing on berry colored lipstick in your bathroom mirror, your phone pressed against your blush dusted cheek.

“So there is this sake tasting…” A sigh from Fukuzawa interrupted your words and you sighed back, pouting at your reflection in the mirror. “Can you at least let me finish?”

He cleared his throat, leaving you to picture him sitting in his office at the Agency with a bemused smirk on his face. You’ve never seen him smile but your mind is quick to expel the effort it takes to pretend that you have. Does he have dimples? Lines that mirror those beneath his eyes that carve valleys around his mouth? You’ve always hoped you’d find out.

“Thank you.” 

He hummed a response to your polite words, shifting in his own seat.

“I booked it expecting a friend would join me but something has come up and they can’t. I could go alone but I also just so happen to know a man who is very fond of sake and knows more about it than I do who would be the perfect company.”

Another hum was all he graced you with. You wrinkled your nose at your reflection and mouthed a swear word, certain your flimsy story was about to be dead on arrival. It wasn’t your best story and you knew going into this it was risky to lie to begin with but what else could you say? 

“Oh Fukuzawa, I’ve been dying to drink alongside you in hopes it loosens your tongue enough to reveal your deep mutual love for me.”

No. You would have rather died than admit these words aloud where he could hear them. He has always had access to far too much of you and has granted you far too little to him. 

“And this friend? Who are they?”

A giggle bubbled out of you while you closed your lipstick tube, tossing it on the counter in front of you haphazardly. Should you choose your words carefully to prolong the mystery of this friend, the same one you claim you’re drinking with when you’re really drinking alone and calling your former boss and current flame?

“They’re nobody important,” you settled on. He knew immediately you were lying, your true good hearted nature giving you away yet again. You’d never call your friends unimportant, no matter how frustrated you may have been over being stood up which seems to happen with this mysterious friend often.

“Hm. Interesting.”

You knew you’d been caught. The tone of his voice was more of a guilty verdict than any you could find in a courtroom. The warmth rushing to the front of your face, something you’d almost consider shameful if you had any shame left, convinced you to suspend any further untruths and you instead opted to rush into the next part of your offer full speed ahead.

“It starts at eight. If you aren’t busy, that is. Just say so if you are, I’m a big girl who can handle rejection.”

Yukichi smiled from his office. It dimmed as quickly as it spread across his face, drawn to life by the assertion you can handle rejection. Only someone who has ever been rejected can handle rejection. You are rarely denied what you want. Is he really going to be another hashmark keeping track of how many you’ve won over?

“Are you going to keep me out all night?”

This won him a laugh from you, a sound that warmed his bones and made his mind race at the same time. 

“Depends, do you wanna be out all night? This is just a tasting but I have a bottle and you know where I live…”

Singing the last word of your sentence, you devolved into a fit of giggles over your own sillness and if he wasn’t actively debating on how appropriate his association with you is, he probably would have laughed along. 

“No. That’s not necessary, I’m sure the tasting will give me all the excitement I can handle.”

The tasting only made him yearn for you more strongly, fingers brushed against one another while passing ceramic cups to lips. Discussions of clean flavor, light and neat, bright and warm, lent to the warm landscape spent at the side of a woman he cannot seem to shake no matter what happens to him.

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“I don’t want you to leave.”

The breath caught in your throat leaves you as a sharp exhale, finally. 

The truth always finds its way to light, the lamp on the bedside table casting a glow over the side of Yukichi’s face. He’s more frail than you have ever dreamed of seeing him, complexion nearly translucent in its currently pale hue. Your thumb twitches, itching to rub the skin around his eyes that is etched with fine lines, to reassure him you will not be leaving his side until you’re certain he’s alright. Instead, you tuck it inside your fist to keep the urge to yourself.

“Good because I honestly don’t want to.”

You fiddle with your bag that is draped over the back of the chair, reaching for the newspaper you swiped off of the desk of the Agency after making your deal with Ranpo earlier in the day. You’d show up after everyone else went home or was otherwise occupied and he’d let you in to avoid the gawking that would come with everyone knowing that you are visiting for pleasure and not for business. 

“I brought the paper if you want me to read it to you,” you offer and Fukuzawa hums, the faintest sight of a smile on his lips. The corners twitch so minutely you believe you imagined the movement but look down all the same, warm faced, grateful that your mind was correct in assessing him. Dimples and little lines are visible on each of the corners of his mouth. 

“Anything interesting happening?”

Flipping the pages open, your eyes widen and you search for something interesting, muttering to yourself. Traffic conditions, weather, reports of minor crime throughout Yokohama. None of these things will improve his condition or keep him from worrying so you flip the page again, shaking your head when the stories come up empty for one you’d like to read.

“Don’t they put the horoscopes in the paper anymore?”

He chuckles and you can tell it hurts him, his chest heaving from the effort. The paper is quickly discarded, fluttering to the floor beside your chair. You lean forward and place your elbows on the side of his bed, daring to get close enough you can look over him from inches instead of feet. 

“Are you okay?”

Fukuzawa stiffens and you have to further fight the urge to dote on him. Your fingers itch push his moonlight colored waves off of his face and your palm practically throbs, wishing to be pressed to his likely clammy skin. It’s in your nature to cluck at the things you care about like a worried hen.

“I have to believe that I will be.”

Nodding your agreement and punctuating it with another sigh, you lean forward and rest your chin on his bedside. The intrusion surprises him but it isn’t completely unwelcome, those eyes you love to feel upon you glancing downward and focusing on the tip of your nose, gradually climbing upward until your gazes meet. 

“I’ll believe double, just for good measure.” Smiling, you press your cheek to the scratchy fabric of the blanket wrapped around his legs and half of his torso. “I’ll bring you a nicer blanket tomorrow.”

Raising a brow, he keeps his gaze fixed on you.

“Tomorrow?”

Scoffing, you nod. The question isn’t a jab although it may feel like one and you have to reason with yourself that he is merely giving you a hard time. 

“Tomorrow, if you’ll have me.”

Shaking his head, he idly reaches in your direction and brushes his thumb over your cheek before placing his hand back at his side. Again, a movement so quick and discreet you believe it imaginary, yet the sensation burns across your skin. Fighting the urge to bury your face into the bed like a schoolgirl with a crush, you choose instead to face him head on and let your gaze soften.

“Next time just ask me if you can come, no need to get Ranpo involved.” You shrug and laugh. “Was it that obvious?”

Yukichi nods and permits his eyes to drift from you to the door. It was obvious from the moment he realized you were in the room who graciously allowed for you to be there, the man on the other side of the door loudly munching whatever you bribed him with.

“You aren’t as great of a liar as you think you are.”

Laughing, you shrug.

"Caught me. At least I'm a good cook and decent company instead."

Fighting the urge to reach out and touch you again, he keeps his hands at his sides and ponders the correct way to respond. His time on earth could be fleeting from this moment forward, his minutes numbered by a threat his entire team is working to figure out. He could leave his cards on the table. Tell you he feels the same and he hasn't had this much fun since he was a far younger man getting into far more trouble.

Instead, he settles back into the pillow beneath him and shifts his face to look at you. He'll save these matters of the heart until after there is no more looming danger.

"Thank you for coming."

You sit up and away from the bed, leaning back into the chair you're sitting on. He doesn't want to discuss feelings or the two of you any further and you respect that, dropping your arm over the side of the chair and fish for the newspaper you brought with you, plucking it by one of the folds and pulling it into your lap.

"Now where were we? Oh yeah, horoscopes."

Whatever you're saying fades into background noise while he shuts his eyes tightly. He has to make it through this, you're waiting for him on the other end of it.

[herwritingartcowboy]

Sorry for the bother!

But could I request Fukuzawa Yukichi, Ranpo Edogawa, and Yosano Akiko with what their like with aftercare?

If it’s already been done then don’t bother responding, thank you! <333

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Character(s): Fukuzawa Yukichi, Ranpo Edogawa, Yosano Akiko,

Warning(s): Mentions of Sex,

Readers Gender: Gn

Fukuzawa Yukichi-

He is a gentleman during and especially after sex

Right after this man is already getting a nice warm bath ready for the both of you as already had changed the sheets

He doesn't want you to move a muscle as he wants you to relax

When you guys are in the bathtub he is peppering your face with kisses as even outside of sex he is still praising you

All in all he wants to take care of you in aftercare just to still remind you that he loves you even outside of sex

Ranpo Edogawa-

Once sex is over he is wrapped around your body as to not let you go and still wanting to be with you

After a few more minutes of cuddling and sweet whispers he let you

He is mostly in the bed still as you went to start everything as getting some snacks for him and even starting a bath

Once everything is cleaned up you go back to Ranpo as you two sit there holding each other while feeding each other treats

Ranpo isn't lazy but after sex his body is worn out and if you ask he will help you clean up but he mostly just wants to hold you and eat all sorts of sweets with you

Yosano Akiko-

Once sex is over you two lay there as she praises you and asking if you are okay and if you needed anything

She is still attached to your hip while you guys are cleaning up

She gets some comfy clothes for you both to change into

And she is just a sweet lady during aftercare

Once back in bed she lets you hold her as she also has pepper kisses in your face while complimenting you

She is just there helping you out or letting you help her out as even after sex you two are still together

[system-to-the-madness]

Why Kenji shouldn't find out if you get bullied

TW: bullying.

Just a small idea (wc: 170) that has been bringing me immense comfort recently due to given events in my own life.

The last person who should find out you, member of the ADA, get bullied is Kenji.

Yeah, the Port Mafia is dangerous (whose members would never admit it, but they care for you, so nobody gets to make you feel bad about yourself). Akutagawa can be overprotective as hell, Nakahara is a force of nature and on the ADA's side, Ranpo can be surprisingly cruel when people he loves suffer (and since you're a member of the Agency he loves you). Dazai, of course, is the incarnation of chaos, and Atsushi, just like Akutagawa, turns very protective and Fukuzawa will not stand for his employers getting mistreated by anyone, but we all know what happens when Kenji gets angry. And he'd get angrier than ever before if he found out the sweet person who he considers his older sibling gets bullied.

Those bullies better start praying real hard that he doesn't find out, because if he does, no force in heaven, earth or hell would be able to save them.

also i may have emotionally adopted Kenji bc we look a little bit alike and i just need someone to emotionally protect me rn.

[fyotherat]

Hi! You have slots free? I wanna take one! The promp: I would like something romantic and erotic. I think that the president's hands are the type of strong and kind hands when necessary (he is a great swordsman for a reason), you could do something about that idea? Fukuzawa Oc is ok!I leave the rest of the details to your liking. Thanks for your work!

With Care and Passion

Characters: Fukuzawa

Warnings: NSFW, mostly sfw-ish till the warning!

Notes: I'm so happy to get a request for Fukuzawa! He deserves more appreciation around here! Also.. it is my first time writing and sharing nsfw content,, so be kind please!!

A samurai's most important possession was his sword, not only the means of his livelihood, but also the symbol of his hard work and status.

•••

Being a skilled samurai, Fukuzawa's hands had to move with utmost precision, just a little too much pressure would interfere with the techniques he had been polishing for years, and too little strength would result in a weak blow.

Yet, after the foundation of the Armed Detective Agency, something new had replaced the title of his most important, and beloved possession.

His every touch was filled with so much care and affection that no one knew this man had, his touch was always comforting whether it be a caress on your soft cheeks or a hand finding its place on the small of your back.

However, things were always prone to change in the privacy of your home.

(NSFW)

Fukuzawa's hands were moving with utmost patience and care, definitely trying harder than he should to not hurt you or cause you discomfort at all. His left hand was calmingly caressing your shoulders and neck as his other was slowly but steadily building a comfortable pace, getting in and out of your warm and wet walls with ease.

His lips were occasionally meeting yours in a passionate yet romantic way, muffling away your soft moans... His focus was entirely on you, your sounds.. your expressions.. your body moving to feel more of him so desperately...

"Yu-..kichi.. please.. you're too slow.."

Oh, how hearing his name slip through your parted lips made him shiver every time.. how your pleas made him lose control of the gentle pace he so patiently set up...

"As you wish, dear."

As his lips crashed against yours in a more passionate kiss, his free hand pulled your hips closer to him, the sensation increasing with one more finger finding its way into your burning walls.

Everything was getting more and more heated with each passing second, whimpers and moans escaped your lips as his skillful fingers found just the right spots to put pressure on.

"Are you alright?"

You could only muffle a small yes before your voice was cut off by moans, his gentle words contradicted how sensual his touch had become.

His hand found yours, intertwining to support you through your high that was only drawing closer with his movements.

"So.. close- ah.."

With a nod, he quickened the movement of his fingers, keenly observing your every little reaction, his thumb occasionally rubbing against your clit to deepen the arousal you felt.

And with a sugary sweet yet pornographic moan, followed by your body shaking as you did your best to hold onto him through your high, you reached to goal, covering his lithe fingers with off white liquid.

"There.. there.. good girl."

He praised, his voice full of pride as he planted a chaste kiss on your lips.

He was proud, proud and glad that you trusted him enough to show him such vulnerable sides of yourself.. to let him explore you in a way no one else is allowed to do, to be one with him, and only him... and most importantly, for loving him.

[yukikogazingthestars]

**Sweet Like Watermelon**

Fukuzawa x reader

Warning -None

Fluff/Fluff!!!

I didn't know about other countries but in SEA, it is now Summertime and the temperature really went up to 39°Ｃ to 45°C during the daytime. Drink Water, Rest well and eat well!!

Summer is already here. The warm breeze gently brushes against the leaves.The Summer wind carries the scent of freshly bloomed Sunflowers and roses in the yard. Colorful Bougainvillea flowers are blooming in clusters. The birds are chirping, the sun is shining so brightly and the sky is crystal clear.

Since the Summer afternoon became hotter and hotter, Fukuzawa was sitting on the egawa with a set of go while reading the rulebook . He opened the Shoji door to the fullest in order to watch the yard occasionally. The sound of Furin Chime is the only sound in the house. Peaceful, Tranquility and Quietness became the signatures of the Summer Afternoon of Fukuzawa couple.

Well, outside of the house wasn't so quiet.There is a girl in the backyard with a sprinkler watering the garden. The Sun was on the top of her head, the temperature was the highest of the day but she decided to spray the water all over the garden in order to reduce the heat. The earthy smell: petrichor entered into Fukuzawa's olfactory system. He couldn't help but smile while watching his s/o playing with water. Her summer dress was soaked with sweat and water, her smile was shining like the sun and her aura was warm like the summer breeze.She smiled and waved at him while their eyes met.

"You should stop playing in this heat"

"Aye Aye Captain"

She mischievously replied and closed the water tap and then entered the house from the backdoor in order to avoid soaking the floor. Fukuzawa could hear his S/O wiping herself, changing clothes, opening the refrigerator, taking out the chilled watermelon and chilled cola and dragging the fun towards herself.And then she peacefully lay down on the Yuka floor with a poem book called Yorikakarazu by Noriko Ibaragi.

"Should I swing the fan, Fukuzawa San?The weather is hot and also humid. You can't rely only on the natural breeze."

Fukuzawa shook his head gently while he was placing a go stone on the board. Suddenly, a piece of watermelon stuck on a fork appeared in front of him.

“Say ah~ I’ll feed my pookie, say ah please ~~”

Fukuzawa smiled warmly and he opened his mouth. Sweet and cold watermelon melted in his mouth and Y/N’s grin was getting bigger.

“It’s delicious, isn't it? How about Cola? Would you like to try some?”

Fukuzawa put down his book and lifted her chin up with his warm and big fingers.

“No more carbonated drinks for me today. Just watermelon is fine. Ah~~”

Y/N shyly looked away from his gaze while she was feeding another piece of the fruit. She started the tease but whenever Fukuzawa returned it , she couldn't help but end up being so shy and blushing.

After the little lovey dovey feeding watermelon, Fukuzawa continued reading his book and Y/N also continued to read her poem book but her heartbeats were faster than usual and her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

The Eternal Summer Days with love never end. Forever chasing the sun, Forever chasing the love.

[cherrieflavouredheadcanons]

Heyy I hope you’re okay! May I ask for anything sweet and a little nsfw for fukuzawa x reader?

Thanks in advance!

Of course! Ever since season 4 i started simping for him so I’m glad someone already sent in requests for him! I didn't really know what you wanted so I just went with really sweet smut headcanons. They are more fluff then smut so I hope you enjoy them anon!

CW: 18+, Vanilla sex, praise kink, Fukuzawa is a full on giver in this, its honestly just really sweet.

Reader is gender neutral and no genital parts are mentioned

Sweet Fukuzawa smut headcanons

First things first: This man is a soft dom.

Your pleasure is his top priority, he won’t even think of cumming himself before he hasn’t gotten you to orgasm at least twice.

Now his sex drive is not that high so sex between the two of you is not a thing he needs that often, but of course he loves and enjoys it whenever it happens and makes sure that both of you get the most out of it.

Whenever you get naked in front of him he looks at you like you hung the stars and it makes you feel like the most desired person.

His eyes are so full of the love he feels and his touches convey it as well.

Being with Fukuzawa means that you basically do not even have a chance to feel insecure and inadequate.

Kisses are pressed along your body, taking extra attention to whatever parts you may feel insecure about, making sure that you know that he loves them with all his heart.

When preparing you to take him, he is gentle, making sure you are lubed up enough as he keeps pressing kisses wherever he can reach.

Between those kisses Fukuzawa tells you the sweetest praise you ever heard, and with just one look at him you know that he believes everything he is saying which just makes you enjoy everything more

Now during these sweet moments he prefers to go slow, not wanting to overwhelm you and wanting to treasure each and every moment.

When he pushes in you he makes sure to intertwine your fingers with his, kissing you as he does so, swallowing the moans that escape your lips with his own.

His pace is slow and gentle, thrusting into you just at the right speed to make you see stars and moan out his name.

Of course during all of this his praise for you never stops.

“ You are taking me so well darling.”

“God you’re perfect for me’”

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes upon.”

These are just some of the praises he whispers into your ear as he keeps thrusting into you.

When you come he encourages you to be as loud as possible. “Come on my sweet darling, I want to hear you.”

After you have orgasmed he keeps rocking into you so he can finish as well, all while kissing along your neck, though when Fukuzawa comes he can’t hold himself back and bite your neck slightly as if to mark you.

Once you both come down from your respective highs, he makes sure you are okay and fully enjoys yourself.

Of course he will clean you off and bring you anything you need or want, his aftercare is the best in all of Yokohama

(I could go into full detail for it but I feel like that would be too much for now lol)

[kolyasupremanxy]

Just watched the latest episode of bsd and seeing little yosano literally broke my freaking heart, so in honor to that I would like to ask for maybe a reader x fukuzawa where reader is like a mom figure and takes care of little yosano and ranpo? Like she is helping fukuzawa collect all those tiny ability users, but only if it's okay for you🫶🏽🥲

I just really enjoy ur writing ❤️

𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 + 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.6k

𝐀/𝐧: Fr that episode was so sad:(. I wanted to add something like comforting Yosano and Ranpo, but I don't know how to comfort someone. So, I decided to dump that idea of mine. Lol (I'm glad u enjoy my writing<33)

Fukuzawa admires and respects his s/o's nurturing and caring nature towards Ranpo and Yosano, and often turns to them for advice on how to handle the two children.

His s/o often takes on the role of a mother figure, providing emotional support and guidance to Ranpo and Yosano as they navigate the dangerous world of ability users.

Fukuzawa is grateful for his s/o's presence in his life, recognizing that their influence has helped shape Ranpo and Yosano into the capable individuals they are today.

His s/o is patient and understanding, knowing how to handle Ranpo's eccentricities and Yosano's occasional outbursts.

Fukuzawa trusts his s/o implicitly, often delegating important tasks to them in regards to the collection and management of ability users.

Despite Fukuzawa's intimidating demeanor, his s/o is not afraid to challenge him when necessary, particularly when it comes to the safety and well-being of Ranpo and Yosano.

Fukuzawa appreciates his s/o's attention to detail and ability to anticipate potential dangers, knowing that they are always one step ahead in protecting the children.

His s/o has a calming effect on Fukuzawa, helping to mitigate his stern and uncompromising nature with their warmth and affection.

Together, Fukuzawa and his s/o make a formidable team, balancing each other's strengths and weaknesses to achieve their goals.

Though their relationship may be unconventional, Fukuzawa and his s/o share a deep respect and love for each other, bound by their dedication to Ranpo and Yosano.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

It was another busy day at the Armed Detective Agency, and as usual, you were running around taking care of everyone. But today, you had two extra people to look after - little Yosano and Ranpo. They were both so young and innocent, and you couldn't help but feel a maternal instinct to protect them.

As you walked into the office, you saw Fukuzawa sitting at his desk, reading some documents. He looked up when he saw you and gave you a small smile.

"Good morning, my dear," he said, his voice low and calm.

"Good morning, love," you replied, walking over to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

You then turned your attention to Yosano and Ranpo, who were sitting at a table, working on some puzzles. You sat down next to them and watched them for a moment, admiring how smart they were for their age.

"Hey, guys," you said, smiling at them. "How's it going?"

"We're doing good," Yosano replied, looking up at you. "We finished all our work."

"Great job," you said, ruffling their hair. "Why don't we take a break and go get some snacks?"

Yosano and Ranpo both nodded eagerly, and you got up to lead them to the kitchen. As you walked, you couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in your heart. You loved taking care of these kids, and you were so grateful that Fukuzawa allowed you to be a part of their lives.

In the kitchen, you helped Yosano and Ranpo make some sandwiches and poured them each a glass of juice. As they ate, you sat with them and listened to them chatter about their day.

After a while, Fukuzawa walked in and sat down next to you. He watched the kids eat for a moment before turning to you and saying, "You're so good with them, my dear. I'm lucky to have you."

You blushed at his words, feeling grateful and loved. You looked back at Yosano and Ranpo, who were now giggling and chatting animatedly, and you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

[nian-7]

Good day or night!!

I have this headcannon of oda, akutagawa, dazai, fyodor and fukuzawa having very cold hands! Can we get scenarios of them going for a hug or doing something with there s/o? :3

Here is a line from least closest hands to the most coldest!! [The most being like fricking dead man hand cold]

Oda,fukuzawa,dazai,fyodor,akutagawa

You don't have to write for akk of them only the ones you know to do!!

Please and thank you!!!

<3

hello! I only ended up doing three of them but, enjoy!

Akutagawa, Dazai, Fukuzawa x gn!reader

✧pov: they have cold hands (scenarios)

✧fluff

Morning's with your teasing clingy boyfriend are... hard? No.. difficult. He's hugging you tightly, keeping you close to him to make sure you can't get out of his arms. You know he'll eventually let up but, do you know exactly when? No. It could be an hour from now, it could be 10 minutes from now.

A sigh left your mouth as you felt his head rest against your neck.

" You'll have to let go sometime soon. " You said, nudging his arm. A hum was all you got in return as you felt his hand play with the hem of your shirt. As soon as his hand slipped under it and touched the warm skin, your stomach instinctively shrunk back to avoid the actual ice cubes that were your boyfriends hands. " That's cold and you know it! " You jumped as he placed his hand on your stomach.

" Hmm? I'm just trying to warm my hands up, love. " He simply stated, interlocking his hands under your shirt.

" But they're freezing! " You gasped as he flipped his hands over, 'warming' the tops of his hands. " Stop it, Osamu! "

Day offs in the Port Mafia were rare and how were you spending yours? Getting lost. It was embarrassing to say the least, walking with your boyfriend and then suddenly losing him. It wasn't even a busy district! You could already imagine the disappointed look on his face when you find him again.

You jumped as a hand suddenly seemingly appeared on your shoulder, causing you to jump. You whipped your head around, feeling relieved to see Akutagawa standing there.

" You scared me! " You put your hand over your chest as you collected yourself again. " I thought you were like- a stranger! " He looked at you blankly.

" I was trying to find you. " He stated. " Since you got lost. "

" I know that! You just- you were just walking too fast so I lost track of you! " You huffed, at least he wasn't scolding you. Shockingly, his hand was held out in front of you.

" Take it. People do it so they don't get lost right? " He looked at your bewildered expression. Hesitantly, you put your hand in his and hold it. Holy. Shit.

" Your hands are FREEZING?! " You pulled your hand away, feeling goosebumps go up your arm.

" Are they? " He looked at his hand. " Just take it so you don't get lost. " Attempting once more at his request, feeling as if your body temperature had just dropped. At least you wouldn't get lost anymore.

Although insisting you had come to work today even with a fever, you still managed to end up in the infirmary. Yosano had advised you to rest but, you weren't having it. The blanket was off and on as you got too warm and you would almost immediately pull it back over you as you shivered. Maybe it was also because you had heard a sigh that brought you to a nervous state.

" I told you to stay home. " The tall man sat down in the chair next to the bed you were resting in. " But you didn't listen. "

" It's not that big of a deal. " You looked over at his neutral expression. " Hey, you have cold hands right? " He looked over at you with a questioning look.

" I guess I do. Why? " You reached for his arm and tugged it over to your face, using your other hand to position his cool hand on your forehead.

" Mmm.. Much better. " You sighed happily, feeling that you were finally at a comfortable temperature.

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[ladyrashelougai]

What do you think about Yukichi?

“The most vanilla, sweetest, kindest, caring and selfless man you can find”

[strawberrystepmom]

nsfw - mdni. this isn't graphic it's foreplay but i'm suffering leave me alone. fukuzawa x f!reader. implied age gap, size kink if you squint, reader is wearing a dress, he is referred to as reader's boyfriend. divider by cafekitsune!

"Sweetheart?"

The term of endearment draws your attention away from your sketchbook and where it rests in front of you. You lay on your front in your boyfriend's bed, swinging your legs behind you, and grin at the sound of Yukichi's voice coming from down the hallway.

"In here," you shout back to confirm your location. He wasn't expecting you'd be here at all, assuming you'd skulk back to your apartment instead of his home, but relief washes over him hearing your call.

You are just what he needs after the day he has had. There is never a dull moment at the Armed Detective Agency.

"Welcome home."

You turn to look over your shoulder and see him entering the room, haori draped over his arm. Raising his eyebrows when he takes a look at your position, a bright grin spreads across your face.

"I probably should have called you and told you I'd be here but I forgot." Eyes following his movements, you watch him hang up his garments and make his way to the bed where you lay, the mattress dipping slightly beneath his weight when he slides his knees onto it. "After my appointment I came straight here."

Wordlessly, he glances downward at your body and slides his hands over the curve of your ass, the relieved sigh he breathes making you giggle.

"Did you miss me?"

The man you are so enchanted by leans down to kiss your cheek, hands sliding from your ass to your hips and finally, your waist. He feels so imposing when he positions himself like this over you and heat warms your face, traveling from your cheeks to your heart and to places even lower than that.

"Always until we meet again. How was your day?"

Sighing, you lean forward on your elbows and hunch your shoulders, clasping your hands in front of you. Overall, the day was fine but you have to play up the drama for his sake more than your own. It's one of the things he loves the most about you, that penchant for making even the mundane a tale.

"It was really fine. I went to pick up some groceries, dropped those books I forgot to return off with an apology note. I even remembered to stop and get lunch today." You smile softly, enjoying the feel of his body above yours even if desire makes you wish he'd run those hands over your body again, mapping out territory that belongs to him like a lord in days long passed with his fief. "My appointment went okay, I'll have my blood work back in a few days."

Without any warning, his hands slide up your waist and one of his fingers presses one of the buttons on the back of your dress, unfastening it. Turning your head and glancing over your shoulder, Yukichi pauses for a moment and half smiles, sliding his knees onto either side of your hips.

"Keep going. You were telling me about your appointment."

With a nibble of your lower lip you nod and press your chest into the bedding beneath you, flattening the curve of your spine. He finds the next button keeping the soft skin of your back hidden from his sight and pops it out of the hole keeping it in place, the gap in your dress now wide enough that he can see your shoulder blades.

"The appointment was easy, just in and ou..."

Whatever words that existed on your tongue die when he curls his index finger and brushes the back of the digit over your flesh, goosebumps erupting after the feather light touch. You shiver in response and Fukuzawa chuckles, leaning over your body and letting his slightly overgrown hair brush against you.

"It was in and out?" He asks from right above your ear, lower lip brushing the upper shell of it. "That's great. I was worried they'd keep you waiting."

Those offensively elegant and nimble fingers still make easy work of the buttons on the back of your dress and a whine escapes you and as quiet as you try to make it, he catches it with ease and smirks. You feel the curve of his lips against your ear, the sensation causing you to arch your back enough that your chest is off of the mattress completely.

"We both know how impatient you become when made to wait, don't we?"

[strom-in-the-sky]

Till death.... oh... oh no....

Chapter 116~117 Spoilers (might mistake the lore) . Making up stuff a little. Pure Angst. Some fluff. You more mentioned than y/n. Female reader. Reader is Fukuzawa childhood best friend as well. Death

Fukuzawa is marrying his best friend. He never thought that when he was 32, he would be marrying the prettiest women in his life. Does he regret it that day. No. Would he ever...n-

"Y/N!"

He screamed, his eyes widening in horror. Not only seeing his best friend turn into some god creature. But now his wife. Only to save him before the sword had hit him. He hated what your ability was. Not that he could hate you just.

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"Try and catch me!" You teased using your ability to swap places with someone else just to get away from his hold. "Y\n! We have training today. You better not use all your energy out right now! Slow down!" He called out as he ran after you just an innocent game of tag. You looked back at him with a smile.

He loved your smile. He loved your touch as that's the only thing he got last from you... curse Fyodor- cruse him curse him - all he could see was your smile as you used your ability to swap places with him. Only if he could have stopped it or did anything. He watched as the purple sword went straight through your stomach. Turning back with a soft smile on your face. He could read the words last on your lips as if he could kiss them. 'I'm sorry. Run.' You mouth as you disappeared into sparking balls of light almost before the monster took inhaled. All he could have done was stare in horror and more grief. He feels he would never heal from this. He was shaking as he was stund in place. He couldn't think so well it all hurt. It hurt so bad.

" Fukuzawa Yukichi to you take y/n l/n to be your wife." He remembers that day as if he were dying. How lovely you looked in white. "I do," and you y/n l/n. Do you take Fukuzawa Yukichi to be your husband?" "I do" a shared kiss between two lovers...

"Ah yes! It's such a shame she had to do that. But I guess it makes it more fun, doesn't it? See, all the agency fall apart one. By one."

Fyodor voice rang out, but all he and do was watch as your kimono ripped up a bit, no doubt from helping him earlier fight Gen'ichiro... it flop to the floor with a quiet. To quite noise. The only thing he could have seen left of you was the log hair pin you used to keep your hair in a bun and the kimono he remembered buying their anniversary. He felt a hallow feeling in his chest where he swear with his ability. He could have felt... you were gone...

It was empty and cold feeling....

Just like staring at the clothing and pin, he made no move to go get. It hurt too much to even look away from it.....

Idk I feel like being a little shit.