#if ranpo opens his eyes run

[ssaraexposs]

You don't fuck with the Armed Detective Agency

[violentdelights-violentendss]

When BSD men have to carry you.

Pairing: Fem!Reader/BSD Men

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

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

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

Edogawa Ranpo

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

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

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

“I’ll do it just because it’s you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come lay in bed?” You asked sluggishly.

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

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

Osamu Dazai

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, please.”

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

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

“Hey, (Y/N),”

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

Doppo Kunikida

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yukichi Fukuzawa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll carry you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nakahara Chuuya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nakajima Atsushi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[oikasugayama]

YOU CATCH HIM M@STURBAT!NG pt. 3

MDNI, this is a NSFW series for adults

pt. 1 Fyodor, Poe, Chuuya | pt. 2 Fukuzawa, Kunikida, Dazai | pt. 3 Ranpo, Akutagawa, Ango | pt. 4 Sigma, Mori, Tetcho | pt. 5 (finale) Atsushi, Nikolai

Ranpo

you get a weird voicemail from Ranpo in which he was whimpering and saying "please, please, [y/n]," and then there was some fumbling with the phone and it cut off.

you're worried, of course you are, thinking maybe someone had taken him or hurt him and he needed your help, so you rush to his dorm and pound on the door, calling his name

you press your ear to the door and hear some muffled voices suddenly cut off, then hard footsteps approaching.

when ranpo throws the door open, his face is flushed, his hat and glasses are no where to be seen but his eyes are wide open, pupils dilated. you glance down and notice his clothes are disheveled, his shirt not tucked in, his fly undone, he's not wearing any shoes.

"WHAT" he snaps.

"i-- i thought you were-- you sent me a voicemail, it sounded like you were hurt or something??"

his face falls and simultaneously gets significantly redder, he steps back slightly and tries to think of what to say. that's when you spot his open laptop on the table beside a box of tissues and some lotion

"oh fuck," you say, looking from it to him. "holy shit, you were-- oh my god i'm so sorry!!"

he panics, trying to block your view "what? no-- no, i can explain, i was--"

"wait, was that voicemail in the middle of you masturbating?? dude, you said my name"

"seriously, it's-- no, i didn't, it was a misunderstanding!!"

"you know, you're a terrible liar, ranpo. brilliant mind, but a terrible liar."

Akutagawa

god he looks hot in this gif

Mori sends you to get Akutagawa for an impromptu meeting, which you have a sinking feeling is about your conduct with Akutagawa during the last mission. you nearly missed a target because you were, ahem... busy... in an alley together.

the first place you look for akutagawa, obviously, is in his own office, but he isn't there. in the hallway you run into Gin, so you ask if she knows where her brother is, and she says he was looking for you not long ago, so you decide to check your own office.

as soon as you crack the door open you hear the wet noise of his precum-damp hand pumping his cock. since you started hooking up, he's been finding you nearly every day to get his load off, it's no surprise that he's doing it here without you.

"akutagawa," you hiss, slinking into your office and locking the door behind you. "mori wants us to meet him now, probably about this exactly thing. i don't think we can keep doing this."

his hand stops and he glares at you, frowny mouth turning further to a scowl.

"mori may be the head of the organization, but he can't tell me who i can fuck. come here."

you take a second to decide, but when akutagawa stretches his free hand out to you, you rush to accept it. his expression brightens, no longer scowling but now smirking.

"good girl. mori can wait, can't he?"

"yes," you nod, sinking to your knees in front of him.

you meet with mori only after the taste of akutagawa's cum fills your mouth

Ango

You work into your lunch break, trying to finish a report that your boss needs asap. when you finally finish, you rush to ango's office to drop it off. you throw the door open without knocking, walk in several steps, and only then do you notice a few things:

he's not at lunch, he's still sitting at his desk.

his dick is out, in hand.

he's staring at you, in shock, with a slightly grumpy look on his face.

"sir!"

"close the fucking door," he demands, and you oblige quickly, trying to slip out as well, but he stops you. "ah, ah-- you stay. just close the door, and lock it while you're at it."

you do and slowly turn around to face him, and you can't help but to watch the way his fingers tease the head of his cock, brushing across the slit, feeling every contour of the tip.

"is that the finished report?"

"yes sir..."

"bring it to me."

you walk on shaky legs toward him, and his hand goes back to stroking himself as you get closer. you try to lay the report on his desk, but she shakes his head and reaches his free hand out. you give it to him, and he raises an eyebrow at you.

"why are you shaking?"

you try to stutter out a response, settling on "i don't know what to do."

"i find that hard to believe," he says slowly, turning toward the empty space beside his chair. "you always know what to do. that's why you're my best assistant."

the praise isn't anything new, he's always far nicer to you than anyone else he works with. you should have known the day he would hit on you or ask you out would come, but you never expected it to happen at work, and not like this.

"yes sir..." you say, slowly rounding his desk until you're standing in front of him. you drop to your knees and he sighs contentedly, leaning his head back against his chair and closing his eyes.

"good girl," he moans when your mouth touches him. "the best."

[mncxbe]

bsd men with a size kink♡

𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐, 𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂, 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡// part 1

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: since it's been requested i did a part two for this. there's a lil degrading in jouno's part so if you're not into that just skip it.

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐

when he sees how much you struggle to take him all in his signature, condescending smirk immediately rises to his lips~ sugar c'mon thought you could do better than this

you're almost glad your face is mushed up into the pillows so he can't see how embarassed you are

but he's ranpo, of course he knows. he gently guides your back into a perfect arch with the tips of his fingers so he can have a better angle and reaches a hand between your legs lazily rubbing circles on your aching clit~ don't worry sugar we'll make it fit- nuh uh keep your back like that for me. yea that's it doll

when he manages to push himself inside; his hips flush against your plushy ass he chuckles contently. he can see how much you've stretched to fit him all inside and the thought of it honestly makes his cock throb even more

won't move until you give him the go, running his hands along your ass and thighs soothing any pain you may feel as he waits for you to adjust~told ya i'll work it out baby. now stay put and let me make you feel good

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂

i don't really see him having a size kink but he is aware of how small you are compared to him

this absolute angel of a man would be so gentle with you, pampering you with kisses, brushing damp strands of hair from your forehead as you struggle to take him all in

m'sorry baby just a bit more you got thi-aah yea that's it, beautiful~ he'd hold your thighs open, slowly pushing deeper until he's completely buried inside your warm cunt

would give you time to adjust and oh the expression on his face would be so delicious. eyes tightly shut, teeth biting down on his quivering lip, nails unintentionally digging deep into the plush of your hips he'd be so overwhelmed by the way your pretty pussy squeezes him

he'd only comes back to his senses when you cry out his name asking him to move, a sultry take me easy baby spilling from your lips and he'd fuck you nice and slow just how you wanted

his eyes would be glued to the place where his cock sinks into you, letting out a choked whimper at the sight. he'd pull out just to push back in again, to see you stretch for him oh so nicely

𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐

he'd be so, so mean with his words, calling you names straight up mocking you~ what, my pretty little slut can't take all my cock? pussy's drooling all over it so you might as well make an effort.

but despite his cruel words he'd be so gentle, prepping you for hours, making sure you're all slick before easing himself in

if you whine or protest he'd just slap your pussy, grinning wickedly when you squirm then stuff two fingers in your mouth to shut you up~ you talk too much, slut. better focus on opening up for me cuz you still got 3 more inches to take.

you almost bite down on his fingers when he bottoms out and he coos, slowly rocking his hips back and forth~ shh you've got this. quit whining and put that pretty mouth to use hm? will you?

and you've got to admit that sucking on his fingers proves to be quite a good distraction from the pain. plus it turns jouno on even more too

[4unnyr0se]

❥ cherry soda | osamu dazai

warnings: semi-public sex, office sex, unprotected sex, fem! reader, dazai is a smug brat, roughness, cunnilingus, making out, dirty talk, friends to lovers, pet names, dazai is a little bit of a pervert, innocent(?) reader, possessive(?) dazai, mentions of other ADA members, asphyxiation if you squint

word count -> 3.4k

MDNI | 18+ content

The sound of rustling papers and feet running in every which way filled the bullpen of the Armed Detective Agency, making quiet the most luxurious thing there was in that small Yokohama office. Kunikida screaming at Ranpo to do his work, Yosano was no doubt cutting open something (or someone), and the rest of them were out on a mission to collect intel on a potential bank robbery.

There was no one else free in the agency except you and a certain suicidal maniac, Osamu Dazai. You two got along fine, probably even better than just fine. Amazingly was the right word. Even though Dazai was probably one of the most annoying people on Earth, the two of you had formed a certain kinship that rivaled the one he previously had in the Port Mafia. Dazai was the first to tell you of his past, making you swear to secrecy. And you did so in a heartbeat of course, how could you not? Those pleading brown eyes were simply just too gorgeous to refuse a request like that.

Dazai knew of the effect he had on you, and he was so fucking smug about it. Copying papers? He would pout his lips at you and cup his cheeks with his bandaged hands, asking you if you would be a darling girl and copy his paperwork while you were still standing up. After all, the copier was just so far away, and it was so much work getting up off his ass.

Or that other time when you gave him your lunch because he forgot to bring his own, which made Kunikida give him a look so sharp it could kill. Kunikida tried to talk you out of it but no, your heart was set on making sure your best friend was happy. And Dazai was ecstatic, the meal being sweetened only by Kunikida’s furiously red face. 

Dazai smiled at you from across the bullpen, frowning when you didn’t catch his friendly glances. Out of the two of you, you just had to be the responsible one. Making sure that due dates were met, cleaning up if anyone made a spill, blah blah blah. It was adorable but infuriating, the way you so carefully looked after the needs of others. So painfully fucking adorable that Dazai couldn’t help but feel himself get hard when you bent over to pick something up that Atsushi dropped, always patting him on his head gingerly. The way you were ever so clumsy with your drinks, spilling them onto your tight little pencil skirts about half of the time. Dazai would hear your sickly sweet voice curse under your breath as you squeezed your legs together to avoid getting the sticky soda on the hardwood below; you were always so careful about respecting the office. It was practically torture for Dazai, like some divine punishment for his misdeeds. How he longed to be the one making those noises roll off your pretty tongue, to relish in your cute sounds that should be caused by him and him alone, not your silly but stupid mistakes. 

“Hey, Dazai, are you there?” Dazai blinked and snapped out of his thoughts, not having noticed that he was still glaring at you whilst he was lost in his perverted thoughts. “You’ve been staring at me for a while and you looked pretty mad, is everything okay?” You asked, ruffling his curly brown hair atop his head.

Dazai relaxed and smiled softly at you, resting his face on his left hand. His right hand reached up to caress your soft face, his bandaged thumb running over your cheekbone. “I’m quite alright, don’t worry about it. Just a little lost in thought is all.” He assured you, crossing one leg over the other to hide his growing erection. “You’re done with your paperwork for now, right?”

“Yeah, it took a while. Why, did you need something?” You ask, taking his cold hand off of your cheek.

“Because everyone else went out for lunch while you were filling out forms, and I wasn’t invited because Kunikida’s mad at me for coming in late.” Dazai stuck his tongue out at the last part, crossing his arms childishly. “He definitely has something up his ass, that’s for sure.”

You giggled and covered your mouth, getting a tiny bit of red lipstick on your palm. “Honestly I can’t blame him, you do have a nasty habit of coming in late. But he’s always had a temper, so don’t think much of it.” You patted him on the shoulder, smiling at him gently. You felt your stomach rumble, winching at the strange noise your body made. “Oh, I guess I’m hungry. I better go see what snacks Ranpo has on his desk. Do you think he’ll notice.?”

“He’s Ranpo. He notices everything.”

“Whatever, I’ll just buy him some more later.” You shrugged and walked over to Ranpo’s desk, opening up one of the many snack-filled drawers to take out a bag of potato chips. The bag opened with a loud crinkle, the chips rubbing against each other as your hand shuffled around in the plastic bag. You snacked on the crunchy treat, admiring how salty it was on your tongue. “Hm, I thought Ranpo was more of a sweets kind of person. Good thing they don’t put me out on many detective missions.” You laughed, walking over to Dazai and shaking the bag in front of his face. “You want?”

Dazai shook his head and leaned back even further into his chair, his arm resting on the back of his head. “You know what I would like, though?” He purred, a smirk covering his handsome face. “A cherry soda from the break room fridge, those things are damn good.”

You nodded, turning on your heels to get him his desired beverage. Dazai admired how your ass looked as you walked away, how the short little skirt you wore hugged your curves perfectly. You had to be wearing those short skirts to get a rise out of him, there wasn’t another explanation. Dazai loved the days where you wore pencil skirts and hated whenever you were more modest, subtly hinting how we liked short skirts more than long skirts. Was it a scumbag move on his part? Absolutely. But did he feel guilty about it? Not one bit. He liked what he liked and there wasn’t any shame in that, at least according to Dazai.

You returned from the breakroom holding two cans of the delicious cherry soda, the intricate artwork on the can being covered by your soft and cold hands. You placed a can down on Dazai’s desk, being careful to use a coaster as to not ruin the wood beneath. Opening the can with your thumb, the cold metal touched your lips as the carbonated drink ran down your throat, hitting your taste buds in just the right way that you couldn’t help but sigh at the immaculate taste.

“I haven’t had this in forever, I think I forgot that we had it. It was in the very back of the fridge by that expired cheese that Atsushi forgot to throw out.” You chuckled, sitting down on the edge of Dazai’s desk. He smirked to himself and opened his own can, nodding in approval as the cherry liquid touched his tongue. 

“As if I’d ever forget about something as delicious as this, darling.” Dazai purred, sitting up in his chair to stare into your eyes. He noticed the way your cheeks took on just the faintest tint of red as he spoke to you, a shade so faint that it would be invisible to the untrained eye. 

You took another sip of the soda, neglecting to notice how the fizzling red liquid dripped off of your chin and onto your white blouse, creating a little pink stain on the delicate fabric. Your lipstick was long ruined, red lip marks adorning the brim of the soda can. Instead, your lips shone with the remnants of the soda. Dazai wondered if the soda’s romantic flavor stuck on your lips, on your tongue. If once the soda ran out, would be still be able to taste it on your adorable mouth?

“Cutie, you got a little something on your shirt.” Dazai pointed to the stain on your left breast, poking it softly. “Right there.” He smirked once more, raising an eyebrow. “Did you seriously not notice? How adorable.”

You blushed and set down the cherry soda on the desk beneath you, looking down at your ruined shirt. “Oh, I guess I did. Maybe I should go home and change while the others are out.”

Dazai shook his head and stood up, grabbing onto your hands with his own. Despite the fact that you were perched on his desk, the detective loomed tall over your form. He rubbed the backs of your hands with his thumb, tutting at you softly. 

“No, no, I won’t have that. You got soda all over your chin, darling.” He spoke, leaning down so hot breath could be felt against your blushing face. “Why don’t you let me get you nice and cleaned up before the others return, yeah? You already do so much for me.” His hands released yours, instead being placed on your waist. “Make a choice cutie, they’ll be back soon.”

Your pupils widened as you felt Dazai’s breath on your face, the sensation of his hands on your wasit only causing the blush on your face to turn into a fiery inferno of pink. “O-okay, you can do it.” You whispered softly, your lips mere centimeters from his own. You had always found Dazai attractive, and now he was painfully close to snapping the tension between the two of you in half.

“Good girl,” Dazai slammed his lips onto your, wasting no time prying open your mouth with his tongue to explore your wet cavern. Your teeth clashes together in a desperate and molten kiss, your hands finding the ends of his chestnut hair. “So good for me.”

Dazai’s hands tugged onto your waist, pulling you against his torso. He lifted up your legs and wrapped them around his own waist, his large and calloused hands supporting your thighs underneath. He groaned into the kiss, feeling your core throb against his clothed and painfully hard cock. “Fuck, God you’re so fucking hot.” He mumbled against your lips, pulling away from the kiss to fill his lungs with air. A string of saliva connected your lips, making you look like the prettiest whore Dazai had ever seen. 

“Been wanting to do that for so long baby,” He moaned, squeezing the plush and supple skin of your thighs. You had neglected to wear your usual black stockings that day, which only drove Dazai when more wild. With your legs wrapped around him, he walked over to Fukuzawa’s office and set you down onto his bosses desk, shoving important papers and other such items off. He kicked the door closed with his foot and then practically pounced on you, his lips meeting yours once more in a wanton display of desire.

“Let’s get this dirty shirt off of you, yeah? Wanna see those gorgeous tits you’re always flaunting in my fucking face.” Dazai muttered against your ear, biting on the shell. His skilled hands undid the buttons of your blouse with ease, tossing it in some random corner that he didn’t care for. He took a second to admire your bra, it was black and lacy, just how he liked his lingerie. “Shit, did you wear this just for me darling?” He smirked, unclipping it from behind with little struggle.

“M-maybe I did, who knows?” You moaned, gasping as the cold air of Fukuzawa’s office made your nipples nice and hard. Dazai groaned at the sight and shoved you down onto the desk, your legs dangling off of the furniture in a beautiful display. His right hand pinched and squeezed your delicate nipple, rolling it in between his thumb and index finger while his mouth became occupied with sucking on your left breast, rolling the brusing skin on his tongue. His teeth were merciless and unforgiving, making absolutely sure to leave bruises once he was done with you.

Wanton moans and whimpers left your mouth as Dazai ravishes your chest, the pool of arousal in your stomach only growing with every pinch and bite and squeeze of your sensitive chest. “D-Dazai!” You cried out, forcibly removing Dazai’s mouth from your breast. “Too much, way too much.”

“Aw, cmon. You’re no fun.” Dazai pouted, his attention shifting to your shaking legs. “Oh, do you just want attention elsewhere darling?” His slender fingers slid down your breasts and under your skirt, teasing the lining of your stockings. He could feel your wetness through the black tights, sighing in pleasue at the sensation of your arousal at his fingertips. “Fuck, you’re so wet. All for me, right? Don’t worry sweetheart, let me take care of you.”

Dazai slid off your skirt and stockings, tossing it into a different corner. He wanted so desperately to rip those clothes off, but he decided to be diligent about making sure that you had something to wear once the others got back. Fuck, Dazai wanted to show off what he did to you so badly. 

“Matching panties baby? Dirty girl, so dirty. And all for me too.” Dazai shoved your soaked panties to the side, taking in how wet and needy you were for him. “God, you’re soaked. You look so damn good, I gotta have a taste. Wonder if you taste as good down here as you do up there, princess.” Dazai lifted up your thighs and rested them on his shoulders, diving in to lap and suck at your sobbing folds. His nose brushed against your throbbing clit, causing your hand to grab onto his chestnut curls tightly. “Fuck! Dazai, fuck!” You whimpered, squeezing his head between your shaking thighs. 

Dazai hummed into your folds, his tongue desperately lapping at them like he was the thirstiest man on Earth, like he hadn’t eaten in days. The way his tongue expertly moved from licking stripes on your labia to sucking relentlessly on your clit made you see stars, the coil in your stomach growing so tight that it could burst at any moment. 

“Dazai, oh fuck, I’m close!” You robbed, your orgasm boudn to approach at any moment. Just as you were about to feel complete euphoria, Dazai stopped eating you out like a starved man. He pulled himself out of your thighs and offered you a teasing smirk, his plush lips coated in your desperate slick.

“Hey, what the fuck! I was so close!” You whined, the momentum of your orgasm fading away. 

Dazai shook his head and wiped his mouth off with the back of his bandaged hand, removing his belt as well as his slacks and boxers. His shirt and trenchcoat were already long gone, just the bolo tie hung around his neck. His cock sprung to life, slapping itself onto his lean yet toned abdomen. “Nuh-uh pretty girl, you only get to cum if it’s on my cock, understand?” He took your mouth in his once more, forcing you to taste your arousal that lingered on his teasing tongue. 

He pushed you down onto the desk gently, lifting your legs so they were spread over his lean shoulders. His cock playfully slapped at your entrance, teasingly slipping in between the soaked folds. 

“Stop fucking teasing me!” You begged, your hands squeezing onto your breasts. Dazai delighted in the show, adoring how you were so desperate for him and only him. “Tch, I don’t think you’re in any positon to make demands here, darling.” Dazai smiled down on you, kissing you forehead chastly. “But I’ll make an exception for once since you look so fucking sexy right now.”

Dazai’s hand pumped his cock a few times, alinging it with your entrance. He slid himself in without a problem, gasping as how tight and wet you were. “S-shit baby, how are you this tight? You don’t let anyone else fuck you, hm? Good fucking girl.” 

His hips snapped against yours in a frenzy, his thick cock hitting every place it needed to make you see stars once more. It slammed against your spongy cervix over and over again, showing you absolutely no mercy. Your pussy clenched around him as your wanton screams and cries of pleasure filled the office, the desk below you being drenched in sweat. The sound of skin clapping against skin echoed against the walls as his balls repeatedly slapped against your ass, both of your orgasms drawing close. 

“God, you’re squeezing me too damn tight darling, looks like you want me to cum quickly yeah?” Dazai growled, leaning down to desperately kiss your already swollen lips. “Is that what you want, hm? Want me to cum so you can get back to your precious work?” He spoke in a mocking tone, his quick thrusts during into powerful slams inside of you to punctuate his sentences. 

“N-no Dazai, that’s not-holy fuck! Right there, right there, right there!” You sobbed as the tip of his cock finally reached your G-spot, your orgasm bound to approach at any seocnd. “Fuck me, please! I’m so fucking close, fuck!”

“So adorably filthy for me darling.” Dazai chuckled darkly, his hand flying down to put pressure on your pretty little neck. “Fucking cum for me baby, cum around my cock while I fuck you like I own you.”

His lewd words were all that you needed to let go around him, the coil in your stomach snapping in half as your orgasm hit you like a runaway train. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes squeezing shut as you felt euphoria for what seemed like the very first time in forever. 

Dazai felt his orgam approach, shifting your legs so only one of them rested on his shoulders. The other leg was being propped up his his hand, giving him a deeper and far better angle. “Shit, gonna fucking cum! Fuck baby, gonna cum inside. Ngh, fuck, fuck!” He groaned, hot and sticky ropes of his release coating the walls of your pussy. You sighed at the warm feeling in your core, looking up to admire Dazai’s gorgeous face that was covered in a post-orgasmic glow.

“Shit…sorry for not using a condom.” Dazai chuckled, pulling his cock out of you. You whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness, sitting up straight and cracking your back. “You’re just too damn irresitable, princess.” He bent down to pick his clothes up off the office floor, throwing your clothes onto your lap as well. His soft lips met the top of your head, treating you so gently, as if you were made of the finest glass in all of Japan.

“Such a gentleman,” you spoke, smirking at Dazai as you put on the rest of your clothes. “Thanks for not ripping these off of me, I hate buying new clothes. They alwasy try to upsell you at the shops.”

“You do realize it’s their job to sell you crap you don’t need, right?”

“Just because your dick was in me a couple minutes ago doesn’t give you the right to sass me, mister.” You rose an eyebrow, standing up. Your legs wobbled a little in your high heels which made Dazai laugh to himself, giving you his bicep for support. “Please, allow me.”

“Thanks,” you smiled at him, walking out of Fukuzawa’s office. You breathed a sigh of relief as the bullpen remained completely empty. “Oh thank god, for some reason I thought that they had all gotten back and could hear us fucking.” 

Dazai sighed in annoyance at the thought of that, placing a hand on his hip as he walked you to your desk. “I think Kunikida would actually murder us if he knew we fucked on Fukuzawa’s desk. Let’s keep that a secret, alright?” He smirked, kissing you on the forehead once more as you took a seat in your desk chair.

“Alright.”

Just as you finished speaking those words, the door to the bullpen slammed open the rest of the ADA came through, some carrying their leftovers from lunch. As they all got situated, Atsushi sat down next to Dazai with an innocent look on his face. “So, what did you do for lunch? Sorry you couldn’t come, Kunikida is still pissed.” He awkawrdly laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

Dazai smirked and looked over at you briefly, admiring how happy you looked when chatting with Yosano.

“Not much, just had a cherry soda.”

[glitch-karma]

Bungo character's reaction to you drawing them

Dazai

He snuck up on you while you both were supposed to be working

"Y/nnnn~! I'm bored!"

You quickly hid the drawing but he still snuck a peak of it

"What's that?"

He ofc snatched the sketchbook

"My my! It seems you've drawn quite a handsome man!" "NO NO NO"

He proceeded to run around the office showing off your skills as you ran after him yelling

He also took the drawing home with him and actually genuinely loves it

Kunikida

Unlike Dazai, you're actually the one who gave the drawing to him

"Hey uh, Kida?" "What is it? I still have a lot of work-"

When he saw the drawing he was actually speechless

You thought he died for a second as he just mindlessly stared at the drawing

"...Kida-?"

He reached out and grabbed the sketchbook, his eyes never leaving the drawing

"This. This is me, correct?" "Yeah, I just thought you were the perfect model"

You start to get self-conscious as he goes silent again.

"Can I keep this?" "Huh?"

He looked up at you with a genuine smile as he asked again:

"Can I keep it? You're drawing skills are impeccable. I'm honored to have been your muse."

Anddddd you blush immediately and agree

He has it framed by his bed

Atsushi

You also gave your drawing to Atsushi

"I have a gift for you" "Really? For me?"

As soon as he saw the drawing he bursted up out of his seat with stars in his eyes

"Wow, you actually drew this!? It's incredible! You even got my eyes and everything! You really have a gift!"

You smiled as he stared excitedly at it

After he was done spouting out praises and compliments he gave you a big hug

He keeps it in a drawer by his desk

Ranpo

Ranpo deduced it was a drawing of him by the way you kept glancing across the room at him

While you were sharpening your pencil, he snuck over and ripped out the page

"Ugh- RANPO!"

He opened his eyes to get a better look at the drawing

"Awe y/n, you just can't take your eyes off the world's greatest detective can you?" "Wait it's not done!"

He childishly ran around the office as you ran after him

You both were stopped by Kunikida and you got your drawing back

Yosano

You were injured on a mission

After Yosano was done healing you the drawing fell out of your pocket

She was gonna just put it back in your pocket, but then she noticed it had her name on it

She opened it up and was shocked to see such a well done drawing of herself

She blushed and admired the drawing for a long while before folding it and putting it in her own pocket

She kept it and you assumed you lost it

Kenji (Platonic)

You gave the drawing to Kenji as a present

"Wow you really made this with your own hands!"

He was amazed at the drawing and smiled brightly at you

You treated him to beef stew after for all his hard work

Kyoka (Platonic)

To make Kyoka feel more welcome at the agency you made her the drawing

She thought it was a picture at first

"..Why do you have a picture of me?"

After you explained that it was a drawing and that you made it she got really embarrassed

she stared at it for a while and then gave you a hug

"...It's really pretty.."

You patted her head and helped her finish her paperwork after

Chuuya

He came to pick you up for work

While on his motorcycle the drawing flew out of your pocket

You immediately panicked and begged him to go back

As he parked you ran around searching everywhere for it

"Is it really that important? It's just a drawin'."

He saw that you were genuinely distressed and felt bad

He started helping you look for it after calming you down a bit

Unfortunately, he was the one to find it

"Hey is this-"

When he saw it was him he full stopped

You saw he had it in his hand and froze as he said nothing

He burst into laughter

"All of that for a drawing of me!?"

You guys skipped work and he watched as you redrew it as payment for laughing at you

Akutagawa

You were too scared to give it to him in person so you just left it on his desk

When he first saw it he was confused, but he saw it was signed by you

He didn't say anything to you about it the next day so you got scared

You slowly forgot about it till randomly on a mission you both were on

While you two were walking to the destination he randomly spoke up:

"Oh by the way thanks for the drawing. It was well done." "..Huh-"

He didn't say anything else about it and you were very confused

Gin

You and Gin regularly hang out outside of work: during one of these times you gave it to her

She was really embarrassed about it and muttered out a "Thank you.."

She cherishes it and keeps it by her bed

Poe

you hid the drawing in one of Poe's books

When he found it he was amazed

You even included Karl and that made him happy

He wrote a poem about it and he keeps both the drawing and the poem he wrote by his bed

Fyodor

You gave it to him

He just stared at it for a long long time

He nodded before putting it in his pocket

"I'll be keeping this."

He likes it ;)

Nikolai

He grabbed it from you using his ability

He looked at it with stars in his eyes before jumping up excitedly

"Quiz timeeeee~!" "Oh boy.."

"Question one: Why did you draw me, Nikolai Gogol?" "..I just thought you were pretty."

"Excellent! Question two: Do you always think I'm prettyyyy?"

You walked away from him

Ango

Ango works a lot so you found it hard to find the right time to give it to him

Eventually, you just gave it to him at the office

He stared at it for a long time, and didn't say anything

You got scared as he stood up and walked over to you

He suddenly engulfed you in a big hug which threw you off for a second

When he pulled away he had tears in his eyes which made you PANIC

"ANGO- ARE YOU-" "It's beautiful. This is the nicest gift I've ever gotten."

He keeps it framed by his desk so he can look at it every day.

Jouno

...

Dude he's blind-

[elizais]

when you know, you know.

when they realise just how much they love you ft: dazai, chuuya, jouno, sigma content warnings: reader isn't a hunting dog for jouno's button divider by v6que, dog divider by animatedglittergraphics-n-more

dazai knew he loved you, from the get go. but, it was a random tuesday when it hit him how much he loved you.

your favourite author was releasing a new book, you were buzzing about it all of last week and it would be released in your local bookstore on the same tuesday. you spoke about your excitement often as the day approached but when tuesday finally came, you were on an emergency mission in the neighbouring city.

you and ranpo were in kamakura for the day, ranpo solving a couple crimes and you stopping him from getting beat up by his lack of social cues.

when you found out you would miss getting the book, you were disappointed but masked it by saying "'i'll just order it and wait for it to ship, don't worry!" to your boyfriend, osamu. he saw right through it though and made a silent promise to himself to get it.

once his shift ended, he made kunikida drive him to the bookstore (you took the car to kamakura because of the mission). a long queue was stood outside the door but he knew he would have to endure it.

waiting the hour and a half to get in, he rushed past the crowd to grab the last hardback of the book that was beginning to drive him insane. when he stepped out after paying (with kunikida's card, of course) he saw it was absolutely pouring it down.

torrential rain all over yokohama. the paperbag he was carrying the before mentioned book in would not last a minute. checking his phone for how long it would take to wait it out, he saw that it was not an option. it would last all night and you would be worried sick about where he was when you get home in an hour or so.

so, he made the decision to take off his coat, and wrap it around the book. he began to run back to your shared home, it was on this run he realised how much he truly adored you.

his blue striped shirt clung to his body, his bandages so soaked they were beginning to fall down. he mentally cursed whatever god controlled the weather, joking to himself about making a mental note to get chuuya to pass on the message.

when he made it back, out of breath and drenched, he saw your car in the driveway. you were already home. you must have not been home for long because as when he opened the front door, you were only just getting changed. your hair was wet from the shower and you had the towel in your hands to partially dry it.

"hello, love!" he smiled, hair flat yet frizzy from the rain. his clothes sticking to his skin as his jacket was bundled in a ball under his arm.

"where were you, osamu dazai?" you pressed a kiss to his wet face, pretending to scold him by using his full name. you began putting a hand onto his hair and making it look even messier.

"well, if you must know.." he teased, "i had to pick something up." he watched your face light up in realisation at what he had done, gathering why he was soaking wet.

"no you didn't! 'zai, you did not." you gasped, switching his last name into the nickname only you were allowed to call him - even if you were one of the only people to be able to call him osamu. osamu only chuckling as he moved to place his jacket on the countertop of the kitchen, unravelling the ball.

he handed you the book and analysed your face as it contorted through pure excitement. "oh my god! 'samu i love you so so so much!!" you placed the book down and practically jumped into his wet body. your arms found their rightful spot, hugging around his neck and his arms around your waist.

"i love you so much too, but now we are both wet.." he faked a frown, unable to hold back his smile.

chuuya was always enamored with you. nothing less. but he particularly knew it when you were keeping an eye on elise.

he knew that this wasn't the most realistic thing in the world, her only being an ability after all. but even if she wasn't exactly real she always wanted to hang out with you, do your makeup, put hair clips in your hair.. and you never said no!

so when mori called chuuya to his office to discuss some paperwork, he knew you had been hanging out with elise as elise ran in to mori - dragging you along behind her.

"yes, and this was when-" chuuya was interrupted by two girls giggling after the sound of a door opening. "rintaro!! look at what [name] let me do!" elise smiled, urging you to spin around. you meekly smiled at chuuya in your dollified-by-a-child state. sheepishly spinning around, chuuya saw your new look.

hello kitty stickers on your face, bright blue lipstick smeared on your lips, sparkly barrettes throughout your hair and a dodgy braid to top it all off. mori chuckled at the sight, meanwhile chuuya stifled his laughter to not insult elise. mori nodded at elise, a silent 'well done' at her work, she took that as enough, but she wanted chuuya's reaction.

"mister nakahara? doesn't she look good?" elise asked your boyfriend, pulling you next to him. a shit-eating grin on the little girl's face.

chuuya smiled at the sight, "she's never looked prettier! you have done a great job, elise." elise put her arms on her hips proudly and smirked. "can i dress her up for your next date??? pleaseeee??" elise begged the pair of you.

before chuuya could answer, you turned to your boss, still a little bit awkward with barging in to his office.. "i'm so sorry, mori, please, let me get out of your hair!" you tried to apologise and leave with a bit of dignity before chuuya pulled you back. he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, an exaggerated "ewww!" coming from elise.

chuuya crouched down to elise's level, "sorry, you just made her look too pretty!"

everyone knew of jouno as a sadistic man. but for you something was different. when you first met him, he treated you with indifference. just another witness for a case that you were brought in to speak to the hunting dog's about.

but soon after, god knows how, you both started dating. whilst the hunting dogs had only met you when jouno had, they had no real idea of what the two of you were like.

but then, you come to their HQ again for who knows what, you instantly start teasing the man who teases everyone. a truly odd sight for his comrades.

quick pieces of flirting disguised as banter are chucked back and forth,

"your heart rate is through the roof." ... "like your ego?".

if they didn't know any better, they would have thought you hated each other.

when you two eventually stopped poking jabs at each other, you explained why you were there and gave jouno his lunch. a teasing "aww" from teruko came from across the room before jouno pinched your upper arm. you instantly pinched his shoulder back before taking a few steps back, trying to stop yourself from giggling at his frustrated face.

it was an odd scene to say the least, somehow, somewhere, a person existed that snuck her way into jouno's heart that could snatch his hat right off of his head, slap him with it... and he wouldn't be angry.

a person that tugged on his cape when stood behind him to annoy him, and started pinching wars with him.

saigiku didn't know when it happened, but it did. and he knew he loved you when you would relentlessly tease him back rather than giving in and letting him torment you like everyone else.

sigma had only been on this world for 3 years, yet he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his time on it with you the moment he saw you darting across the sky casino doing jobs on a busy week.

it was an abnormally busy time, and someone must have brought in a bug because sigma was not feeling well in the slightest. he was confined to his office and you promised him that you would get all of the manual/in person work done for him.

you had to beg him to let you do this for him, so he could rest. and it was all worth it when halfway through a day of signing paperwork he checked the cctv. a miniature, on screen you was helping out the customers of the casino, pushing boxes back and forth with your colleagues of course..

he realised just how much of a blessing you are. he felt as though his eyes were becoming heart shaped as he watched you, forgetting about the stack of papers he had to sign off.

an older woman approached you, too far away from the camera for him to make out what was being said but the both of you ended up sitting down at an empty table. the table was right by another camera so he could continue watching.

you reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out a deck of cards, sigma smiled to himself when he saw it was the fancy deck of cards you had stolen from nikolai as punishment for tormenting sigma. to be fair, nikolai must have stolen them from somewhere too.

sigma did begin to feel bad for watching you, even if there was no malicious intent behind it. he chuckled when he saw you demonstrating to the woman how to riffle shuffle cards, taking a break from your duties to entertain her.

he must have been enthralled by the scene for the better part of an hour as you patiently taught her magic tricks too. he could tell you had been learning from nikolai.

it was this simple moment that really made him fall for you, your kind nature being displayed perfectly.

[coolyiooo]

BSD Men Reacting To You Wearing A Bunny Suit!

pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, and Chuuya

❗Warnings❗: moaning, whimpering, dirty talk, kissing, grinding, stimulation.

Summary: To be honest, you just wanted to see their reaction when you put on the outfit, so you bought one. Plus you wanted to spice things up a bit in the bed room so why not?

🖤DAZAI🖤

You just finished putting on the outfit. It was tight and very revealing but you felt powerful in a way. You were checking yourself out in the mirror. How the outfit hugged your curves and the light gray stockings covering your legs. You tried your best to place the bunny ears in a good position when suddenly the door opened.You turned around to see a slightly blushed, yet stunned, Dazai. You started to blush a little too.

"W-well.. do I look good?"

He closed the door, didn't say anything, and walked towards you with the same expression he had as he walked in. He grabbed your hands and kneeled on the ground. looking up at you with glowing eyes.

"You really are a goddess from the heavens! I've been blessed!" He said with literal tears in his eyes.

"All this from a bunny suit?" You looked confused but felt flattered.

"My belladonna~ you did this for me?" He said placing a hand on his chest.

"Well I just did this to see your reaction..so I guess I did it for me and you?"

He got up and put his hands on your hips, bringing you closer to his torso. Your foreheads touching.

"Why don't I show you how much of an affect you had on me just from this outfit?" He says in a husky, low voice.

He grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his slightly hardened cock. Your eyes widened a bit, as your cheeks start to blush more.

"Y-you horny bastard!"

He smiles cunningly "Only for you bella~ I mean what were you expecting? That'd I'd just tell you how gorgeous you are, go on about my day, and throw away this opportunity? You wanted to see my reaction right bella~? Well let me show you~"

He then carried you bridal style into your room. You have a very heated night to look forward to. Also he'll definitely make you jump on his dick like a bunny.

💚RANPO💚

You were putting on the outfit in your room, waiting for Ranpo to come from his snack run to the store. After putting it on you looked in the mirror and you were starting to get nervous, when Ranpo opened the door.He stood still by the door way with a bag of snacks in his hand

"Oooo~ you see I knew you had a surprise for me..with my deduction skills! But I didn't know what it would be. I wanted to be surprised"

"Do..you like it?" You said kind of timid with a slight blush.

"Hmm..no"

You felt your heart stop and sank after he bluntly, with no hesitation, said no. You turned pale.

"I love it!"

You let out a sigh.You felt relieved, yet a bit angry. Your face showing a 'are you fucking serious?' face.

"You tease!"

He scoffed "Me? A tease? I'm not the one wearing a cute bunny suit!" He said pointing at you

"H-hey!"

"Well, since you look the part..you know..a bunny..maybe.."

He closed the door, set the bag of snacks on the counter, and walked towards you. He opened his eyes, they looked like shining emeralds, and held your chin up with his fingers.

"You should jump on my cock like a good little bunny"he said with a low voice.

You gulped at his dirty comment. He grabbed your hand and brought your body towards his after he sat at the edge of the bed. Your hands on his chest and his on your hips.

"This is after all what you were hoping was going to happened right~?"

💜FYODOR💜

You just finished putting on the outfit. Checking yourself out in a big mirror, feeling pretty but still shy. It's a very bold outfit in your opinion. You heard the door open, to see Fyodor stare you.

His eyes slowly looked up and down at you. Really taking in what his eyes are seeing. He saw you hugging yourself with a hint of blush.

"How..do I look?"

He closed the door and walked towards you with a straight face. He grabbed both your arms and separated them, forcing yourself to be more exposed. He then laid a hand on your cheek, looking deeply into your eyes.

"Don't look so shy, my love~ you have no reason to when your always breathtaking"

Ugh, the things this man does to you could almost make you cry. You looked down, trying to hide your embarrassed, flushed face.He smiled softly at you.

"What made you do this?"

"I uh- just wanted to see your reaction. As simple as that"

"Hm~ your not fooling anyone, my love. You wanted me to have my way with you, isn't that right?"

"W-what no! W-well I mean..of course I wouldn't mind-"

"Hm I thought you'd want to be fucked into oblivion, my dear, but since you said no then-"

"N-no! I mean.. y-yes I was hoping you'd do that. I do want it..please"

He looked at you with a pleased smile "If That's how you want it. How can I resist? especially when you put this on just for me and only me"

💙ATSUSHI💙

You and Atsushi were watching TV when suddenly you told him you'd be right back. You went to your room to put on the outfit. You thought you could surprise him just by walking in front of him. You opened the door and Atsushi looked at you with a bright red face.

"W-what are you w-wearing?! I-i mean not that I don't like it! Your very beautiful- wait, don't tell me you were gonna go out l-looking like that!"

"W-what?! Ofc not! I wore this for you!" You said with a blushed face. Why on earth would he think you'd wear this in public?

"W-well...i love how it looks on you" His eyes looking up and down at you, gulping.

"Hm? Why's that?" You walked towards him with a smirk.You wanted to tease him a bit.

"H-how could I not? It shows off your c-curves very well.. and shows off your legs" he looked at your body, taking in the sight you left before him.

"I put this on for you, love. I did this to see your reaction and im very satisfied."

He looked a bit stunned after hearing the reason you did this just to see his reaction, but then it turned into a more soft look when you put your hands on his cheeks.

"You can do whatever you please"

He paused just for a moment "T-then if you don't mind"

He got up and carried you with your legs around his waist, you let out a yelp of surprise. He brings you to the bedroom, laying you on the bed.

"I think I'd like to play cat and mouse except.. there's a tiger and there's a bunny"

He kissed you passionately, already whimpering softly. Your arms around his neck as his were around your body, your legs still around his waist.He pulled away from the kiss to look deeply into your eyes. Exactly how a predator looks at it's prey. It honestly made you wet.

"I hope you don't mind if I bite a little bit"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

You were planning on surprising Chuuya by just walking into a room with the outfit on. You were in your room putting on the outfit when Chuuya walked in on you changing. You didn't even notice because your back was facing him. He just stood there in a bit of shock, then realization hit and he starts to smirk. He laid on the doorway with his arms crossed, waiting for you to be done. When you zipped up the suit, finished dressing, you heard a voice.

"Damn your so sexy~"

You jumped a bit, almost falling, but thanks to Chuuya's ability, he caught your fall and laid you back to stable ground. You looked at your boyfriend, who was smirking.

"H-how long were you here for!?"you said a bit embarrassed.

"That's not important..what's important is what made you do this?"he walked up to you

"I- I just wanted to surprise you and see how you would react" you said looking down, flustered

"Well isn't that cute? your so irresistible, doll~ you did this all for me?" He put his fingers on your chin to make you look at him.

"Yes.. I thought you'd like it"

"Well I fucking love what I'm seeing"He said, looking up and down at you.

You felt incredibly flustered.He used his ability to make you float, startling you, and dropping you on top of the bed. He got on top of you and started to caress your entire body, making you moan and whimper.

"God, I can't keep my hands off of you. You drive me so fucking crazy, babe"

"W-well ..you can do whatever you want, as long as it is you, Chuuya~"

He then kissed you aggressively. You both moan into the kiss. He started to grind against you. You could feel his cock, hard and ready to feel you.he pulled away from you.

"If this is for me then you wouldn't mind jumping up and down on me with my cock inside you like a cute lil bunny right?"

[chuuyasheaven]

"Special Candy"— Ranpo Edogawa

"Ranpo looked weird when you returned from the shop to buy him sweets, he was blushing and breathing heavily. You didn't really know what to do until you saw a candy wrapper on the floor, not any candy, a special candy which contains an aphrodisiac."

Tags: sub! Ranpo Edogawa / afab! Reader, aphrodisiac, overstimulation, pw/op, praising kink, pet names, hand job, creampie?, probably contains pussydrunk! Ranpo, did I mention that he's like rlly desperately pathetic, light teasing, might contain grammar errors, rushed, short?, etc.

Notes: hi guys !!!

Why did he do that? Ranpo doesn't know either, for once. All he remembered was that he had found it earlier since all his candy was finished. What did he find earlier? Some hidden chocolate, not any chocolate though, a chocolate with an aphrodisiac inside which he wasn't meant to find. Ranpo ate it nonetheless and now he's breathing heavily with a flushed face. You returned from the shop to find him like this. It was quite amusing to you how desperate he was for you, he was begging for you and your touch, so you gave in.

Of course, you went to the bedroom for this. As Ranpo followed behind you, you told him to stand there. "Strip first.", you said to him, he followed immediately, standing bare in front of you. You took of your shirt only, your bra open for him to see, which turned him on even more. "Come here, darling,", you cooed, Ranpo only walked over to you, waiting for any kind of touch. He sat down, you got closer to him with a light smirk. "You want me to touch you, baby?", he nodded quickly, your hand now running down his chest until it reached his v–line. Gently, your hand made it's way around his dick. You saw it twitch inside your hands, slowly, you started to jerk him off. "Mph. .", he whimpered, precum already coating his cock. Starting to get faster with it, Ranpo's whimpers got faster and slightly louder. "You're getting close, darling? Come on tell me.", you asked teasingly. "Y–yes, [N–name], please. .", he moaned, his hips jerking into your hand.

Ranpo was getting close to his climax quickly, with your thumb now caressing his tip, which even more sensitive that anything right now. After you included his tip, he came all over your hand. "Mmph, m–more,", Ranpo groaned, "More? Wasn't this enough, baby?", you asked him. Ranpo was only able to look into your eyes with the most pathetically look ever. "If that's what you want,", now you stood up to take off your undergarments too, only leaving your bra completely. Ranpo was getting hard again, wanting to feel your warm cunt around him. You got close to him and sat on his lap, your warmth making him leak again. "P–put it in, right now— please. .", he was begging already? How cute!

You sank down onto him, his cock disappearing inside you. As soon as it did, your cunt was filled with Ranpo's second load. He was breathing heavily and his face was flushed. Ranpo let his head rest onto your shoulder, you waited until he was ready to go again. When Ranpo was ready to continue, you started to bounce on him. He was moaning into your shoulder while you were using his dick to stimulate him. "Hm, such a. . good boy for me.", you breathed heavily, clear enough for him to hear, which also made him twitch inside you. You sped up the pace, needing to cum yourself at least once. During this, Ranpo was playing with the clips of your bra until he accidentally opened it. It fell down onto the bed, causing your nipples to rub against his. This made you moan in surprise and made Ranpo cum inside you again.With how sensitive he was, Ranpo was drooling on your shoulder. Your hips continued to do the work until you gushed around his dick, the mixed cum also gushing out around his cock. You took in one big breath to calm down until Ranpo put his hands on you hips.

"—P–please, one more. . I need it s'bad."

THIS is CRAZY.

@soukokulatte , @miloofc , @crystalice09 , @kk-oma , @medusalovessnakes

[kromeihl]

BSD MEN PLAYING HORROR GAMES (MIMIC)

Headcanons!

↣Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Nakajima Atsushi, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Doppo Kunikida, Edogawa Ranpo, Nikolai Gogol, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Tetcho Suehiro, Saigiku Jono

↝Requests are open!

Osamu Dazai

> He would definetly be confident. You'd go up to him and be like: 'Samu let's play Mimic!

> He never heard of that game but he's hella interested.

> Both of you started playing and then he gets lost the moment you appear.

> Don't tell me this guy does not kill himself everytime.

> Definetly screams when there are jumpscares and would freeze for a second so you laugh at him

> Surprisingly good at the game and finishes it. (When he doesn't waste half of his time dying.)

Chuuya Nakahara

> Horror game? LET'S GO!

> Regrets it instantly because he forgot there are jumpscares.

> Would definetly flinch so hard and say "What? I'm not scared."

> When you scream, he screams.

> He'd be the type to disappear and get lost and you're just looking for him everywhere.

> He'd be the type to see something and say "I found the exit!" And it was actually the entrance..

> He'd curse at the character that'll jumpscare him.

> Shhh, he's a rage quiter.

Atsushi Nakajima

> MY BABYYYYY<3

> Once you tell him you want to play a horror game with him, he'd instantly freeze and hesitate before accepting.

> It's you, of course he'd agree.

> Poor guy would be shaking once there are crazy ahh sound effects.

> Horrified, one loud sound, one scream, one jumpscare, he'd flinch immediately.

> Bros the type to throw his phone/himself across the room.

> Actually really good at mazes! Just starts panicking when something chases him HELP.

> Never will play again.

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

> Bro thinks he's so good at it.

> You tell him you want to play and he just says "ok."

> Bro is secretly scared but the whole time you look at him he's just •_•

> Those jumpscares out of nowhere makes his eyes widen or he makes a small little sound and when you look at him he accidentally actives Rashomon-

> I feel like he'd say he knows the way and gets lost and get jumpscared.

> Bro doesn't run and you just tell him to use the running button, and he's just like "no."

> Bro wants to solo and leaves you alone and you're like: "Ryuu where are you??" "I found a spirit."

> Doesn't want to play ever again.

Kunikida Doppo

> Automatically will not play once you do all your reports.

> Says he's too busy for those childhood games but he can't resist you so he fits the gameplay in his schedule!

> Does this dude even get jumpscared..?

> The whole time he's just instructing you in what to do-

> He's good at making ways to escape and distracts the ghost for you.

> If you play with him repeatedly and have game nights he'd definetly memorize when the jumpscare will happen.

Ranpo Edogawa

> Bro...Once you ask him you already see the place set up for your gameplay.

> One word: You'll finish the game in a few minutes only.

> He knows every crook and crany around the game.

> Knows the whole backstory and tells you about it so you just shut him up with candy.

> You play by yourself now because he knows everything and spoils the fun. RIP..

Nikolai Gogol

> He'd definetly be interested in the game.

> He'll be the type to scare you if it's suddenly quiet and you slap the shit out of him on accident.

> Would throw the phone at your face when he gets jumpscared.

> Bro is the type to play hide and seek with you mid-game.

> He'd definetly die a ton of times while trying to show you how he can "dodge" the ghost's attack/running at him.

> He fails misreably..

> He'd be the type to have the ghost chase after him and go to you so you both end up dying and go back to square 1.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

> You force him to play because he has no comment about it all.

> Jumpscares happen and he's just, •_•

> He'd be the type to find everything in just a few minutes and you'd be so confused like ???

> You'd give him the side eye for being to quiet while playing the game. You're screaming and flinching meanwhile he passes everything so quickly.

> He'd be the type to let you follow.

> Like did he play this game before???

> If you're too scared to go through a maze or get something, he'd be the one to distract the enemy

> Scary smart man...

Tetcho Suehiro

> Bro is hella confused. Like what are you supposed to do in the horror game??

> He'd definetly scream and just stare at you for a few moments..

> Help this poor man, he'd definetly quit mid game and just let you play it by yourself while you're watching.

> You'd definetly scream and it'll make him alerted.

> You both decide to restart the game and he thinks that he can kill the ghost and eventually dies..

> Please teach him the basic of horror games.

Jono Saigiku

> So like...

> Okay but he can hear things well so he eventually just listens to you while you play.

> Don't hurt his ear drums you might hit ariana grande notes while getting jumpscared or chased.

> He'd be the type to know when the ghost is approaching and warn you, he has good sense of hearing of course.

> That's why you're like ??? "How did you know when the ghost will come :O"

> He can literally hear one milisecond of the starting of the chasing music and you'd already be hiding.

> Man is a life saver.

> He'd definetly stare at you like ^^ if you apologize for screaming.

[deonsx]

If Your Boyfriend Turns Into A Little Boy

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Fyodor, Nikolai

Dazai Osamu

Two The beautiful brown orbs were brighter than ever, pouting all the time, and a little kid who didn't want to get off the lap, A little boy who laughs more when you give him kisses and snuggles into your bosom and constantly caresses your hair with his hands

"Oh what am I going to do with you?" You told him as his eyes narrowed and a genuine smile formed on his face, You gave him pen and paper to mess with things but his drawing was really bad you just laughed at it

You felt lucky to see him little, thinking about how pure and beautiful your boyfriend looked when he was little "You are the most beautiful thing in the world Osamu" You whispered to the sleeping little boy in your lap and then closed your eyes to sleep

When you open your eyes in the morning, you see that your lover has returned to normal, resting him head on your chest and sleeping comfortably with a slight smile on his face “I can stay in this beautiful woman's arms forever”

Chuuya Nakahara

Your baby boyfriend who is constantly sleeping and slightly unnecessarily constantly irritable, This gave you some comfort as he was sleeping all the time, but when he woke up he was making a big effort to do whatever he really wanted, because he was small he couldn't fully control his strength, when he tried to pick up an item with his power, his ability could suddenly disappear

He said he didn't like toys and even told you to throw them away but you caught him playing with toys by himself, he was acting like an angry cat when you tried to pick him up he say didn't want to but he finally fell asleep there and you sleep with him

When you opened your eyes, you met the crystal eyes that woke up before you "Hm dear? Would you prefer me in your lap?"

Ranpo Edogawa

He may be the only kid who can really entertain you, always laughing and very shy, doesn't like to be praised

"Ranpo!! You're so smart" you patted his head in the game he solved even though he was a baby, he grimaced and nudged your hand with his hand "Even an idiot could figure this out" His voice came out in an incomprehensible tone and made you laugh

He was a very shy boy and was very proud "Where is my prize! Prize!" He wanted a reward, sweets, for being smart "No more sugar, my love" "I won't talk if there is no reward" He refused to talk to you for a while pouting and you finally had to give him the candy

Then you took him in your arms and showered him with kisses "My smart darling" continued to eat his candy with his little cheeks flushed and just fell asleep in your bed, when you woke up your boyfriend kissed your eyes "Prize time"

Fyodor Dostoyevski

He was really mature even when he was this young, he always wanted to know something, to acquire new knowledge, to read books and to beat you with knowledge games like chess

"Fedya,How would you like to make a dessert?" you asked him with a smile because it was boring to you that he was always curious about knowledge even as a child. His purple eyes rolled to the right and he turned his head to the book he was trying to read "Bullshit, who would want such a childish thing?"

You shook your head and bent down to pick him up, "But now you're my little kid to take care of" You seated him next to you, prepared the cake ingredients and started making the dessert. "You're doing it wrong. You doesn't even know how to bake?" you pretended to be a little upset when he warned you, half of fyodor's brain was still the same and the other half was a small boy couldn't even say most words correctly

"I can teach you" he averted his night purple eyes You took his sophistication throughout the whole recipe and eventually he fell asleep with his little body tired You were lying on his lap when you woke up. You see him normal "Did the Sleeping Princess wake up?"

Nikolai Gogol

He was really a kid who loved to have fun even when he was a kid, he was always at home, watching movies and running around, he was really no different from a normal little baby

He was constantly disappearing and it was causing you anxiety. For 1 week, your day was spent at home playing hide and seek as he said."GOTCHA!" you quickly picked him up from hiding

"You're cheating! Let's play again!!" You shook your head and looked at the light hair of the white-haired boy whose energy had not yet run out. "Shall we braid your hair?"

His white hair was scattered all over the place and his eyes were radiant with color "Okay but then let's keep playing!" You smiled and sat your boyfriend on your lap and started braiding his hair, When it was over, he finally put on his hat and was back to being energetic again. You watched movies and played games all day and couldn't help kissing him

Finally, you both fell asleep in the TV room hugging from exhaustion, when you woke up, two different colored eyes grinned at you, "Did you enjoy playing with me, dear?"

Enjoy!

[eroslove88]

You're a Grown Woman

Warnings: Noncon, kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome :(!, PTSD, and throwing up (just mentioned)

Pairing: Yan. Ranpo x Fem. Reader

Notes: Ass writing from the long break, but I hope you all enjoy I saw this in my drafts from months ago and thought it was time to share it! :).

It's been months since you were properly able to answer your phone, and the slightest vibration from a notification makes you tense up. Your mom walks up from behind up she talks to you, but you can't hear her, and your mind is somewhere else thinking about your afternoon. An afternoon of... confronting? "Mom..." you whisper touching her hand with was softly placed on your shoulder, "He's... What if he hears the podcast?" she crouches down in front of you and grabs your hands, and gives them a light squeeze, "Don't worry sweetie, you're saf-"

Your phone dings and you eagerly pick it up. 'Hey, still struggling with physics? ;)' a blush spreads throughout your face and you start typing some sort of gibberish before deleting it, 'Sorta... i think i mite get a tutor :(' But your ears heat up, his icon appears and you desperately watch as the three dots fade in and out. 'I can help you <3'

The drive to the studio is long and your support group is practically blowing up your phone with supportive messages. "Hey," at the red light your mom turns to you brushes your hair with her fingers, you stiffen at the unexpected feeling, "It's going to be okay, don't worry." You put your phone down into the cup holder letting your friends message just marinate on your phone.

"Sorry I'm late" a laugh escapes your lips as you drag your bag with large textbooks, notebooks, folders and pencil pouches, "I didn't think you lived across town" Ranpo snickers at your red, sweaty face, "Came in a rush?" he teases, "So desperate to see me" Ranpo leads you his hand on your back. You feel your face turn red with a heavy blush, "I-uh-I have a curfew." You're so stuck in your head you don't seem to notice your heading towards the basement until, "Oh-uh Ranpo-" he cuts you off taking the key out of his pocket, "My room is in the basement" You turn around and touch his forearm, "Let's study in the-" his finger goes to your lips, "What?" he chuckles, "Are you scared?" No. You were nervous. Your crush is inviting you down to his room. Shaking your head you watch as he pushes open the door. You're biting your bottom lip as you make your way down the stairs, and you're so nervous you don't notice how quiet Ranpo is. You take his room in, there's a stand for... "You sketch?" you ask with a chuckle putting your bag down and taking out your textbook. "That's so unexpected" he's quiet... Did you say something wrong? "Uh... Where should I sit?" he didn't have a desk and- his coat is coming off oh god... It's hot in here. "You didn't think we were really going to study, did you?" The dim light hits his face so that his smile is slim, long, and uncomfortably filled with satisfaction.

"How long were you kept there?" a woman's voice brings you back, so you turn back. "What? I'm sorry..." she smiles softly and repeats herself as if it wasn't a burden, "How long were you kept there with-" "About 3 years... I think- I don't really know- I went missing" you're answering rushed, but you paused to look at your mom for conformation, "the 21st of March?" she nods and you turn back to the interviewer. Your mom's eyes are tearing up and she turns away from you. "Wow... And do you believe that it would have been longer if you hadn't escaped?"

You're breathing heavily, and your chest burns you weren't built for running. A few minutes ago you were practically jogging to his home, and now here you were trying to run as fast and as far away as you could from it. His footsteps were gone- or maybe it was from the panic. He lived in the rural area of the town and you couldn't believe that the nearest busy street was over a mile away- you think. How would you know? Your phone was in your bag on the floor of his room- a loud bang rings and there's a ringing in your ear. You feel a great amount of pain in your leg that spreads and your mouth hangs open. Hands shake when you fall to your side, a deep loud scream is ripped from your throat. Your head is shaking violently, screams aren't enough, you feel your face contort- you must look ugly right now-, you don't even notice when his footsteps are too close to comfort. "Oh, poor thing" he crouches down and grabs your leg making a new round of screams come out of your throat you almost sounded inhumane. What you wanted to do was yell "N-No!" or to beg him to stop.

"What did your everyday life look like?" she asks

"R-Ranpo!" you yell tears streaming down your face, "Please! You can't leave me here." Hours or days? You had no idea how long you had been left down here, and you can't help but take a look around the room you're locked in. He told you it was his. Drawings of him that were in your notebook were now pinned up on the wall with tics, and you now realize there was no real bed, but just a mattress on the floor. A part of you wants to jump up and rip the old, trashy drawings you made of him off the wall, but you can't jump. Actually almost every movement makes your leg hurt so bad you want to cry out in pain, but you don't. Instead you stare at them along with his past projects he used to show you and you'd stupidly fawn over. I mean they were good, but he didn't deserve the praise (at least not now).

"Do you believe that Ranpo's intentions were to hurt you?" the interviewer asked leaning into the mic. You think and then look over to where your mom should've been, but she was gone. She got up and left covering her teary face, "No... I think he loved me..." you mumbled playing with your hands, "There were times where I felt it." a small smile form on your face.

"Are you hungry?" you heard his teasing sounding voice ask from up the stairs. You stare up at him as he peaks his head in, and you nod slightly. It was times like this where it was nice, he'd come in and feed you dishes he knew you liked while talking to you about his day at work. "I didn't want to leave you alone for too long so I've requested a leave of absence for" with finger quotes, " 'my mental health' "he rolls his eyes and scoops up another chunk of the rice, "Here comes the airplane" you state at him wide eyed, "Vrooom!" but you open your mouth anyways with a small smile, that doesn't go unnoticed.

"-but other times," your smile falls, "you can tell that his love was just purely an obsession. He was smart, but not human understanding smart."

"G-get off of me!" you yell, your good leg tries to kick him off, but to no avail he grabs it and stares at you from in between your legs. He smiles at you and yawns, "So boring, I didn't want to fight, just have a good time" you shake your head with blurred vision. He picks you up and plops you down on the mattress, that you now realize was elevated for "just being a mattress on the floor". He unbuttons his shirt with hand while the other works on his belt, and you can't help but just stare at him, you hated how attractive he still looked now, "Turned on?" you scoff a this question. "Don't worry, I don't blame you." he drags you by your legs closer to him, "Who wouldn't love a genius like myself?" he chuckles pushing your panties to the side. "R-Ranpo..." your hand reaches to grab his forearm, "Don't..." you plea. He kisses your hand and whispers, "I'll try to be gentle." Angeling his hips to face your entrance you can't help but lift up and take a peak at his cock, and it was nothing special; not so tame black hair, not very wide, slightly above average length (not that you had anything to compare it to), and little pearls of precum decorated the tip. "Like what you see?" he asks pushing you down, "Remember, this won't hurt if you behave." it hurts, and he gives you no time to adjust. You grips the sheetless mattress, biting your lips to suppress the groans and whimpers of pain from leaving. He's slow, at first, then he speeds it up angeling himself to hit you deeper. You can hear his heavy breaths, or maybe it was your own, he stares at you- not not at you, but your bra less torso, if it weren't for the large shirt on you he'd be able to see your bouncing tits. That doesn't stop your nipples from peaking out tho, you groan as his hands pinch your hard nubs, "Ah-" you shriek. 'Did he use his nails?' You can hear his giggles from between breaths, "You're... You're such a masochist." and maybe he was right, who would get turned on while getting raped an their nipples were being pinched. His hands leave your tits and move into your mons pubis, he massages the mass and you find yourself grinding against his hand with pleasure. You release small whimpers, it felt good, before he trails down to your clit, and it felt even better. "No-No. R-Ranp- stop." you felt ashamed. "Why?" he smirks, "I'm making it enjoyable for both of us. You shake your head, "No, p-please. I- I don't want to... fin-finish" he laughs, "What's wrong, never mmd yourself come before?" you get silent. It's not like this was on your radar, and like it was so easy. You just keep crying as he picks up his thrusting pace, "Am I- No. Am I going- going to make you cum for the first time?" he laughs, obnoxiously, "This can't- can't get any better!" Oh but the sensation could, it was all so overwhelming, his cock handled the emptiness you felt inside while he hand massaged your core. Your breathing picks until and your back arches, instinctively your mouth open and you let out a deep groan, your body tenses as you come on his cock. "How embarrassing, if you didn't want this, why did you finish before me?" he pouts, "How unfair!"

You're in between breaks and you decide to use the bathroom. You'll never admit this to anyone, but sometimes you miss how "not empty" Ranpo made you feel. Maybe he wasn't so bad, no, you wash this thoughts away as you splash some water on your face. Just before you reach for the knob you find your chest tensing before your crouch over the toilet, only bile came out. Walking out of the bathroom you realize you feel unwell and you can't continueile this, every step feels like you're not you, and it all feels like an out of body experience- or maybe you were being to selfaware, "M-mom..." you whisper, "I'm n-not feeling well," she nods and talks to your interviewer, her name was well out of your head at the moment. At home you rush to your room without saying a word, he stole 3 years of your life, you're a grown woman living with her mother and all you want to do is breakdown because you're a grown woman who can't leave the house without he mommy. You're a grown woman, yet you can't help but breakdown on the corner of your bed, "It's ok hun~" he coos placing a hand on your shoulder. No matter how much you hate him, Ranpo will always be apart of you, so you can't blame yourself for latching onto him and crying on his shoulder. Maybe running away wasn't for the best. If you had known how your life was outside of Ranpo's home you would've stayed, "Let's go home, hun." his voice is soft as he caresses your hair.

[oikasugayama]

YOU CATCH HIM M@STURBAT!NG pt. 5

MDNI, this is a NSFW series for adults

pt 1. Fyodor, Poe, Chuuya | pt. 2 Fukuzawa, Kunikida, Dazai | pt. 3 Ranpo, Akutagwa, Ango | pt. 4 Sigma, Mori, Tetcho | pt. 5 (Finale) Atsushi, Nikolai

Atsushi

such a sweet boy... he's so down bad for you.

it's very obvious to everyone, including yourself, that he has a crush on you. he blushes every time you come in the room, he greets you overly-politely and always offers to run errands for you while he's out, and when you have to go on missions he makes sure to tell you good luck and he hopes you come back safely. he stares at you when you're working, eventually gathering the courage to tell you that he thinks you're very pretty, and he even admits that he likes you when ranpo and dazai threaten to tell you.

he tells you no pressure, don't worry about saying anything back, he doesn't intend on asking you out or anything because you're too good for him... but you surprise him and say you'd like to get to know him better as friends and maybe eventually you could go on a date.

he's over the moon!!!!!!!! and so you start spending time together outside of work, which was never an issue until you accidentally fall asleep at his place one evening.

you wake up on the couch and atsushi is nowhere to be seen. you rub the sleep out of your eyes, get up, and shuffle to the bathroom because you really have to peeee

and before you open the bathroom door, you turn your head to look at the source of a noise and see into atsushi's bedroom. he's sitting on the edge of his bed, his eyes are screwed tightly shut, and he's rubbing his cock quickly. you're in awe, unbelieving that you've caught him doing this while you're visiting, and with his bedroom door open.

and then something shocks you more.

he cums, using his free hand to catch his mess, and you hear a very whiny, shaky moans of your name come out of his mouth.

you gasp, and his eyes snap open, his head turning to you.

"oh shit-- [y/n] i-- i'm so sorry, please dont--"

you run into the bathroom, locking yourself in. you have to gather yourself for a good couple of minutes before you can act normally again.

he knocks softly on the door, and you don't answer. he knocks again.. and again... he calls for you, and finally you open the door as he's about to knock another time.

his face is beet red, his eyes full of guilt. he tells you he's sorry, something came over him and he just couldn't help himself. he wasn't trying to being gross or weird and he's so so so so so so sorry

he's very surprised when you shrug and say you've thought about him while masturbating too.

Nikolai

you think you have the wrong hotel room when you open the door to find a white-haired man spread out on your bed completely in the nude, but then you notice a pair of your panties in his hand, wrapped around his hard cock

"i'm calling security"

"no need," he sighs happily. "i'm sure you'll find they're all on my side."

you try to call his bluff, but he's surprisingly fast and he springs out of bed, grabbing you and closing the door before you can get away.

"i've been waiting for you for so long! you can't go away yet!" he crowds you against the door, locking you in with his body

"it's you... you're the one who's been following me through town."

"you're just so beautiful," he says, trailing a finger down your cheek. "I had to have you to myself."

"who are you?" you ask with a shaking voice.

"i'm Nikolai, and i'm your man for the evening. once i've had my fun i'll leave, but i have a feeling you'll want me to come back" ;)

[mncxbe]

You look... familiar

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂, 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

~ In which you're Oda's little sister and join the Ada~ consider this an Oda appreciation post

°☆○

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

he'd be so surprised and conflicted; he had no idea that one of the closest friends he's ever had had a little sister

you don't even have to introduce yourself for him to know who you are. the auburn hair, deep brown eyes with that distant look, the curve of your nose and brows were unmistakably his

he pretends to be unbothered by your presence but deep down he's torn to pieces. why didn't Oda tell him about you? Where have you been all this time? How comes you joined the ADA? Did you know who he was?

his thoughts are plagued by unanswered questions but as soon as you walk up to him and extend a hand for him to shake his mind goes blank

he shakes your hand, searching for any sign of recognition in your eyes and sighs in relief when he doesn't find it

he can play the role of your funny, goofy colleague without a worry. you don't know about the past

that night he barely sleeps, he's lost in deep thought; but he promises himself that he would protect you no matter what. he owes that to Oda, to himself and in a way to you

over the next few months he tries not to get too close to you; the sight of you alone is enough to resurface some memories he'd rather keep hidded, but he does his best to be friendly and keep you safe

I don't think he'd ever open up to you about him knowing Oda and if you ever bring up the subject he'd simply brush it off

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂

at first he doesn't know who you are but he vaguely recognises your family name

he wasn't close to Oda so your presence doesn't affect him too much, but he does find the coincidence quite uncanny. out of all the people who could've joined the Ada it had to be the sister of the boy he saved all those years ago

Fukuzawa doesn't treat you any differently; after all, you're just another employee, but once he notices the strange way Dazai acts around you he can't help but wonder if there's more to you that he doesn't know about

probably runs a background check or something and ends up finding out the whole story so now he has to live with it (+1 trooma)

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐

much like Dazai he feels nostalgic when he sees you

you resemble Oda so much it hurts, but he doesn't let it show

overall, Ranpo does his best to help you get used to your new job, takes you with him on different cases and even shares his sweets with you

he doesn't ask much about your past since he knows it's a sensitive topic for you but if the subject of Oda is ever brought up he's gonna tell you he knew him for a while and that he was a wonderful person

Ranpo would get many of those deja vu moments when you wear clothes that belonged to your brother or use the phrases he did; in a way he likes it. it feels like part of Oda is still with him

[reapkusho]

You looked up at Ranpo's peaceful features, his eyes usually closed and his spiky hair messier than ever pressed against your pristine pillows—and he was so adorable, you really couldn't believe he was here right now, in your bed, in your arms. You snuck a hand out from the blanket that was covering the both of you, reaching out to stroke his cheek, and—

His eyes opened. You took your hand away, and now it was just hovering in the air above his head. His eyes were a pair of bright beautiful emerald orbs—scanning your face which was starting to grow surprised, a smirk starting to form on his face. He reached out a hand of his own to gently guide yours back to his face.

"I can see you're trying to wake me up, sweetheart." Heavens, you adored him.

OR

a bsd Ranpo morning after drabble. req by @enmie1533, you little demon of a sister. thanks for the banner. be careful ranpo's my son.

warnings: nsfw very verrrrry very implied, you can't even tell but i that's what req meant (told me herself). nothing much else really. just cuddles 'n' all. gender neutral reader. not proofread. reader speaks up like once. very cringe. very very.

The unusual silence of no alarms greeted you this morning.

Strange, a lot of things were different this morning. The bed was warmer, tilted slightly more to the side, the pillows were arranged differently, and there was a pair of lean arms wrapped around you. That's right.

You looked up at the man who was sleeping right next to you. Ranpo was letting out a quiet snore—you were just right next to him so you could hear it directly next to your ear. It would've annoyed you if, say, you were married and old, and you couldn't stand the detective's constant annoying remarks much less his snoring, but at this moment, you just found it insanely adorable.

You scanned Ranpo's peaceful features for another moment or so, his eyes usually closed and his spiky hair messier than ever pressed against your pristine pillows—and he was so cute, you really couldn't believe he was here right now, in your bed, in your arms. You snuck a hand out from the blanket that was covering the both of you, reaching out to stroke his cheek, and—

His eyes opened. You suddenly pulled your hand away, and now it was just hovering in the air above his head. His eyes were a pair of bright beautiful emerald orbs—scanning your face which was starting to grow surprised, a cheeky smirk starting to form on his face. He reached out a hand of his own to gently guide yours back to his face.

"I can see you're trying to wake me up, sweetheart." Heavens, you adored him.

"... Why are you awake."

"It's morning already. The sun is up, and so am I—!" And Ranpo was quickly moving again—curling up on top of you. You let out an exasperated groan as his dark hair tickled your jaw from how he nuzzled against your neck, then tilted his head downwards so that his nose was practically swimming in your collarbone.

You and him both knew he would not wake up just because the sun was up. Seldom this brat even knew how to wake up to an alarm without snoozing it thrice. Whatever. You chose to ignore it and take your hands out of the blanket instead, running them through his hair gently. Ranpo let out a chuckle in return.

"You smell nice," Ranpo murmured against you, taking a long inhale of your scent, the air that you both were practically sharing because of how close he was to you. You could feel a ghost of a smirk against your skin. "You look nice. Do you feel nice, too?"

You nodded at him slightly, letting him take your face in his hands. This moment was so soft for the two of you—Ranpo gently cupped your cheeks as he lifted himself off just a little. He tilted your face up to look directly at him, his eyes half-lidded as he scanned your features slowly. Memorizing your face. His green orbs in full view. His bare shoulders peeking out from the blanket just slightly. The smirk on his face. His messy hair. You swore he looked prettier than any other guy out there.

Ranpo hummed in amusement at your silence (he could feel your eyes looking so closely at him and it made him flush with both embarrassment and love), and he leaned back down to quickly place a kiss on your lips—it was hastily made, but he kissed deeply, and genuinely. As if making sure you knew how sure he was of you. The detective was so sure he was helplessly in love with you that he didn't even need his glasses to confirm it. He knew he loved you.

He quickly pulled away with an exaggerated "mwah!", rolling off you and dragging the blanket with him. You wanted to shout after him to be more careful, but he was already running off with the blanket half-dragging at his feet as he ran off into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Ranpo was cackling childishly, his laughter echoing from the bathroom and taunting you annoyingly.

...

And when you complained and asked him why he rushed off like a goof after kissing you so genuinely, he simply replied, "Hm? Obviously, the world's greatest detective needs to get ready for his job. I'll see you tonight when I'm done saving the world, sweetheart!"

Ranpo turned to you after pulling his brown hat on, opening his bright green eyes for you to see once more. "Your place, this time?"

[six-eyed-samurai]

SUMMARY: At this point it's practically confirmed Ranpo hates the new intern, seeing as he runs off at the very sight of them...so of course Dazai just had to pair them up for the next mission! A/N:This took forever and honestly I feel like it's rushed...oh well... WARNINGS: Maybe Dazai and suicide (?)

Edogawa Ranpo: the ADA’s finest investigator; solver of crimes galore; consumer of way too many candies that could be considered healthy.

Sure, he couldn’t navigate through a train station if his life depended on it and there really was no point in trying to convincing him to crack a case if he decided it was too boring and he had a really weird hyper fixation on needing to wear his glasses even though his eyesight was fine but hey, surely he could handle showing the new intern at the agency around, right?

“Ranpo-kun! This is our newest member. Atsushi-kun was supposed to show them around but Dazai called him away and Kenji and Naomi are on a mission, so it’s up to you to show them the ropes!” Yosano leaned down with a sigh, swiftly swiping away Ranpo’s bag of potato chips and finally gaining his attention from the sudoku puzzle.

“Hey! Give it back!” Ranpo crossed his arms and pouted childishly.

“I’ll be back in an hour or two, so try not to make to make them feel like an idiot, alright?” Yosano snapped her fingers, tutting, but handed back the bag of chips. Ranpo snatched it eagerly with an indignant scowl. Best to keep him happy lest he crush the new intern’s soul with his usual arrogant teasing if he didn’t like them.

“Fine, fine, I’m the world’s greatest detective! I’m sure I can show them the ropes best!” If Ranpo were a bird he’d puff up his chest. Yosano rolled her eyes and moved aside to reveal the intern previously hiding behind her.

“Treat them nice, Ranpo, or you’ll be my next experiment!” With that she waved goodbye to Ranpo and smiled sadistically, pinching their cheek on their way out. “Don’t worry, he’s not all that bad.”

They stepped forward, a nervous yet cheerful grin bright enough to turn the sunlight seeping through the blinds into shadows. “Hi! So you’re the world’s greatest detective who can show me the ropes best?”

Ranpo gently set away his bag of chips, gaze never once wavering from theirs although his eyes were slowly widening. They waited, smile turning awkward as the rehearsed usual introductions of names and “I’m really glad to be working here, what should I start with?” in their heads began to spiral into “shit, I must have something on my face” and intense panic.

And the world’s greatest detective ran away.

***

”Yosano-sensei, I found Ranpo-san!”

“GOOD, BECAUSE I’M GOING TO CHOP OFF ALL HIS LIMBS AND HAVE THEM FOR LUNCH WASHED DOWN WITH WINE; DON’T LET HIM GO, ATSUSHI-KUN!!!”

“What - Yosano-san, it’s fine! It’s not that big of a deal!”

“Don’t worry, dear, he’ll be fine.”

“…I hope…Ranpo-san sure is in for it for leaving them to figure everything out themselves…”

***

“Dazai, stop slacking off. Ranpo won’t take this case so the President needs you on it,” Kunikida snapped, pushing up his glasses and throwing the stack of reports at the lounging suicidal detective. “There is no one else to take it, as much as it pains me to ask you.”

Dazai continued to sing aloud off-tune, rolling over on his side. “Go ask Atsushi-kun, I just finished a case not too long ago!”

“That case was a week ago!” Kunikida bellowed, then took a deep breath and straightened his tie. “The kid is too new. We need someone experienced to take the newbie out on the field.”

“Huh?” Dazai opened his eyes with a sly grin. “The newbie’s coming along? Ah…”

“Yes, and thank god for that. I wouldn’t trust you to handle this case on your own.”

“Kunikida-san! Are you really doubting my skills in negotiation?!”

“You are far too childish to be trusted with anything,” Kunikida grumbled. “And you would take any chance to provoke the Port Mafia. But with nobody else free it all falls to you, at least until Ranpo wakes up from whatever depression he’s wallowing in lately.”

“What depression? His refusal to speak to the newbie at all? His rejections to all cases the newbie is on? His inability to do anything else but sit on his chair and eat sweets?” Dazai’s eyes glinted as he feigned drama. “My, my, Kunikida, you really don’t know human emotions.”

“YOU BANDAGE SQUANDERING FOOL-” Kunikida exploded another pen, eyes twitching and positively vibrating from fury.

“Oh well, only someone as perceptive and expert as me would’ve noticed it anyway!” Dazai cackled, causing Kunikida to suddenly cool down due to surprise and confusion. “Forget it…but if I can convince Ranpo to take this case, will you left me off it? There’s a new suicide method I just read about and I was sooo looking forward to try it.”

“If you even can.”

“Trust me, Kunikida-san, I absolutely will! Now, where’s that newbie?”

Kunikida frowned, bewildered as Dazai leapt off the couch and pranced off to go perform whatever devilry he had cooking up his sleeves. Well, he thought grudgingly, if Dazai can rouse whatever funk Ranpo had been in since last week, he might not be completely useless. He glanced behind him, eyebrows knitting together, wondering whatever crap Dazai was boasting about to the newbie.

Better not be a request for double suicide.

***

“Hey, Dazai-san! Are you looking for a file or something? I’ve been sorting through these shelves all week that I’m pretty sure I could find anything you name, heh.”

“While that sounds absolutely delightful, I’m actually here about our case!”

“That? Right! I’m pretty nervous about it, so I’m sorry in advance if I mess anything up!”

“Oh, you shouldn’t be sorry to me~ You and Ranpo are going together~”

“Eh, what? I thought he refused the case?”

“Not if you ask!”

***

Dazai had almost immediately abandoned them both at their destination, quick enough to be suspicious. Very suspicious.

They scuffed at the ground with their shoe, awkwardly sticking their hands into their pockets. This section of Yokohama comprised of mostly warehouses of boxes and objects long forgotten and half-finished roads, dark and dingy with no sign of life anywhere save the occasional cry of the crow. Very Port Mafia like.

Checking their watch, they wondered when the supposed informant, the key to the latest smuggling affair, would be showing up. They were a little early, but it was fast approaching the meeting time and if there was anyone around they must be invisible.

Wait, invisible?

“So, uh, Ranpo-san, didn’t Kunikida say the informant had an invisibility ability?” They pulled out the file, flipping through the pages and began reading out. “Kosuke Kindaichi, captain of the ship that was suspected to be carrying the Port Mafia’s latest illegal cargo. Ability, the Inugami Curse, which allows the user to be invisible in light but not in dark areas - well, that explains why he chose to show up at this time of the afternoon. He’s agreed to give us information on their next smuggling if we help protect - Ranpo-san, are you even listening?”

Ranpo abruptly turned away, intensifying the loudness of his chewing. Those chips must really be spicy for his face to turn so red like that.

“Okay, never mind, you probably know all this already,” they said sheepishly, embarrassed at his lack of response. This was who he’d been treating them the whole time they’d been here…they really must have done something to piss him off. “Um, anyways, how do we know if he’s here?”

“Mmmph.” Ranpo cleared his throat and wiped his mouth, glancing back as if to reply. His expression twitched and he quickly turned away again.

“Okay, you don’t have to talk to me,” they sighed. “We’ll just get this over with. I’ll go look over there, you can take here.” With that they began to walk off.

“Wai-wait!” Ranpo? Speaking to them? The surprise of it all was what made them spin around, really. He inhaled sharply and pulled out his glasses, slipping them onto his face. “He’s there. Beside the green container to the left.”

“Woah, Ranpo-san, you’re right.” They beamed at him excitedly, running off. “You’re really observant! How’d you even see him?”

“I didn’t. Just because he’s invisible though doesn’t mean his shadow isn’t.”

“Genius! Come on, let’s go meet this informant!”

“…I suppose I am?”

From in front of the monitor Dazai was sprawled in front of, his jaw fell open and he adjusted the quality of the sounds being transmitted from the secret bug he had dropped into their pocket during the train. He had suspected something was going on and had taken the opportunity to prove it, even through unscrupulous means.

What a good idea: because when has Ranpo ever sounded unsure about receiving praise?!

***

“Kunikida-a-a! Come listen to this!”

“No.”

“Tanizaki, get over here!”

“Sorry, Dazai, Naomi’s calling me!”

“Is no one interested in what’s going on between Ranpo and the newbie? Once again I am alone in my perceptive endeavors - Yosano-sensei, over here!”

“What is it this time, Dazai?! Ow, hey, don’t slam your headphones on my head like that!”

“Ouch, you didn’t have to hit me so hard! Just listen!”

***

Ranpo was about to explode and it wasn’t going to be from sugar rush like Yosano had always said.

No, it was going to be from simply being near them.

They’d never stood so close to him before and it was making him terribly nervous - no, his palms were just sweaty from the summer heat. Same thing for his red ears. He was also digging his nails so hard into his coat because he was…well, something. Definitely not because he was so infatuated with them that it was taking every ounce of self control to not shout it to them and the world and the Port Mafia member waiting for them over there.

He had gotten his wish after all, wanting to show them just how amazingly smart and observant he was, but Ranpo never got a chance to before. Which, he admitted to himself, was mostly due to his complete inability to even exchange more than a few words with them without having to run away or freeze embarrassingly. Now he could show off to them why he was the world’s best detective without having to say much or mess up!

It wasn’t too much to ask that cocoons too would hatch in their stomach and have those pesky butterflies energetically flutter around, right? It was only fair, after all, they made him feel that way all the time!

Ranpo hunched his shoulders. Yeah, probably too much to hope for. They hadn’t said much to him at all when Dazai had dumped them here, and when the other ADA member had been there they had spoken so much, so happily with him! Of course Ranpo delighted in learning a little more about them and they looked so cute with that bright smile that came with talking about their hobbies and friends, but did it really only have to happen with Dazai?

…considering his behavior to them in the past it was a small wonder, honestly. And the odds of them reciprocating after just one display of impressive detective work were really low.

Okay, okay! He’d just have to work harder to impress them!

What had Dazai said about wooing ladies again? For once that suicidal idiot had actually proven himself useful with his blabber. Be her knight in shining armour. Yeah, that’s right.

“I - I -”

“Hmm?” Their head tilted towards him and he nearly died. “You were saying something, Ranpo-san?”

“I’ll go first! Then if anything happens you can watch my back - we don’t know if this is really genuine or a trap,” Ranpo announced with a sudden burst of confidence and a self-satisfied smile. Well, he had done it! Well done him!

“That’s a good idea! I won’t let anyone hurt you, that’s for sure,” they laughed.

Even Kindaichi quirked an eyebrow at Ranpo’s pink face.

***

“You promise you won’t arrest my crew? None of them know what’s actually going on, that Port Mafia man only entrusted me. I don’t want them getting into trouble because of my stupidity in signing the deal, even though I didn’t know it at that time.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged as long as you cooperate. However we were told that you had information on what the Port Mafia are smuggling, so I don’t understand why you specifically asked for a detective to solve a case…?”

“They’re connected! I’m sure of it. You see, the last shipment was of weapons. Guns and the like -”

“You’re lying. All of this is a hoax to get our attention. You’re a captain like I’m a Port Mafia member! We have to get out of here.”

“I don’t think so.”

***

Ranpo watched helplessly as they pounded and kicked at the door of the dingy, dark container uselessly. Stupid, he cursed himself. If he hadn’t been so distracted he would’ve smelled a rat long ago, not when they were both caught off guard and defenseless, especially not when they were going to wind up in trouble too.

But what could he do? Ranpo had never wished to be someone else before, but maybe if he were Kunikida he’d figure out a way to disarm that hat-wearing ginger Port Mafia member and his gun. Hell, even Atsushi could’ve kicked it out of his hand with tiger jutsu or something.

He sighed. There would be time to sulk later - now he had to get them out.

Nakahara had triumphantly revealed that the Port Mafia would be holding the both of them hostage in return for the ADA turning a blind eye to their smuggling affairs. The “detective” Kindaichi had requested for could’ve been any ADA member, but based off Nakahara’s complaints he had been hoping to kidnap Dazai.

Alright, they’d just have to be gone before the both of them returned.

He approached the doors and motioned for them to step aside (of course now of all times he’d lose the ability to speak to them, dammit; at least it was too dim for them to see his scarlet face at how close he come to brushing against their hand). Ranpo bent down and examined the slit between the container doors.

“How’d you know it was a trap, by the way?”

They’d need something thin enough to slip into the hole and yet strong enough to push up the bar outside like a lever. He glanced around the container, determinedly not looking at them.

“Ranpo-san?”

Just get them out, just get them out, he chanted to himself. Pretending he didn’t hear the hurt in their voice he went on constructing possible plans for an escape. Once they escaped he’d gain their admiration for his ingenuity for sure!

“…um, okay, this is really quiet…and awkward…I’m sorry if I’ve done something to offend you but I really need to know. Every time I come close to you you run away, you won’t look at me; actually I doubt you’ve ever even said more than fifty words to me the entire time. I feel like you hate me or something. Have I done anything wrong? Or am I not smart enough to be talking to you?”

What? No, no, no, that wasn’t how it was at all!

“You could never do anything wrong! The only thing wrong is that I can’t look at you for more than ten seconds without turning into a tomato because you’re too pretty and I really want to listen to you talk but I can’t because I can’t concentrate and there’s no way I can tell you this-”

Ranpo slapped a hand over his mouth, flustered by his sudden blurt. He really was such a lovesick schoolboy, huh? He even had the cheesy accidental confession going for him.

“Well…I wasn’t expecting - why are you hiding your face?”

Two hands suddenly lifted his own away from his face and Ranpo found himself staring into their surprised but pleased grin, a little confused but relieved.

“I’m happy to know you didn’t hate me all this time and that you think I’m pretty.” Their lips twitched.

He sprang on that like an overeager puppy. “Can we get married and have about ten thousand kids and will you bake for me every day like those cookies you made the other day and I promise I’ll take on all the cases so we’ve got money and I can buy you whatever you want-”

“Woah, woah, slow down there, Ranpo-san.” Mortified, Ranpo’s face burned as they doubled over in awkward laughter. “Maybe a dessert date after we get out of here, yeah?”

“Sure! I already figured out a way!”

This was his territory now - he could finally show off. He pointed at the slit between the doors and explained his thinking. Thankfully the container was littered with bits of metal and junk, abandoned construction tools and similar items. It wouldn’t be hard to find something that could help them, right?

Usually Ranpo was the one who ate up praised but he’d be the first to admit he did go a little overboard with his compliments when all they did was find the somewhat perfect tool to use in order to break themselves out. With a little maneuvering they managed to push half the thick rusted stick under the bar and the both of them began to struggle to push the bar up.

“Hey, Ranpo-san.” He looked up, breathless from the exertion but brightening at the sound of his name flowing from their mouth. “You never did answer my question though. How’d you figure out it was a trap?”

“There were the initials “S.Y.” embroidered on that handkerchief he took out to wipe his forehead with. If his name was Kosuke Kindaichi, it should’ve been “K.K.”. Coincidentally the Port Mafia had recently gotten a new recruit who had made it to the news not too long ago: Seishi Yokomizo, who was the appointed leader of their smuggling ring.”

“You figured everything out just from a handkerchief?” They stopped their work to stare at him in disbelief and - aha! - admiration. “I never would’ve noticed something like that; no wonder you’re the world’s greatest detective, huh?”

“I think the bar is moving,” Ranpo said as casually as he could in a feeble attempt to change the subject. They chuckled but began to heave harder.

“One, two, three!”

The doors flew open with a bang and revealed a stunned Yosano wielding her giant knife and Dazai dragging an unconscious Yokomizo by his feet.

“How did you get here?” The words slipped out simultaneously from theirs and Ranpo’s mouth.

“Dazai here -” Yosano smacked the man in question with the flat of her blade, displeased “-stuck a bug onto one of you to eavesdrop for gods only know why, but it turned out to be a good idea seeing as this was all a sneaky trap. Then again the two of you have already broken out. I’m off to find Nakahara; he ruined my new shoes.”

“That’s Chuuya for you,” Dazia hummed, throwing aside Yokomizo’s feet to lean exaggeratedly too close to them both. “Well? Any tea to spill?”

They snort and shake their head. “I love Yosano-sensei, but she’s very scary sometimes.”

“She’s scariest when you go shopping with her.”

“Or drunk. Drunk Yosano-sensei is quite a bloodthirsty person.”

“Hah-”

“You said we could go on a date once we broke out,” Ranpo interrupted abruptly, then sheepishly turned away. He hadn’t imagined that, had he?

“Eh?” Their eyes widened, then crinkled up into a smile. “Of course! I know a place.”

“WAIT, I MISSED OUT ON THE CONFESSION?!” Dazai screeched.

***

“To think I was the one who set them up and go through all that effort with the bug and end up missing the best part! Argh!”

“I’m just happy Ranpo is happy now - pining Ranpo was quite the drag. You, on the other hand…”

“Yosanooooo, can you feel bad for me for even a moment?!”