#yandere bungo stray dogs ranpo edogawa

[mxdarling]

["did you miss me? because i really missed you" / "no! i'm not going anywhere and neither are you! we're stuck together now, i'll make sure of it"]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: the greatest detective, will never leave your side and neither will you leave his.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 1.8k

ೃ⁀➷: reference/inspiration: n/a

ೃ⁀➷: event: [200 followers event]

[author's note:] my first bsd work LOLL god when I say I was writing this with trembling hands I wouldn't be lying, I was so scared to write for him even though he's one of my favs fufuu I just hate mischaracterization and i don't wanna fuck this up, anyways thank you anon for requesting ranpo with #30 and #22! it has been my pleasure to write for him LOLL enjoy!!

[warnings:] lowercase, yandere behavior, they/them prns, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, ranpo sits on reader's lap, mentions of stalking, implied reader being blackmailed by ranpo, reader is taller than ranpo, non consensual kissing (cheeks & lips), ranpo licks reader's fingers, eavesdropping.

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. I don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. If you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, I am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[GN reader]

RANPO EDOGAWA, the greatest detective in the world, one who could solve a case in under 3 seconds, your annoying and childlike coworker, the one who has no ability, is currently following you around like a lost child. this has been going on for—at least, 4 minutes max—just him trailing a few centimeters behind as you continue to walk to your destination. in all fairness, when he found out you were going to the grocery store, he immediately jumped into the conversation and decided by himself that he's going to join you during your trip.

"areee weeeee there yet? i don't remember the journey to the store being this long!" a loud whine comes out of ranpo's mouth, worsening your mood as you hear his whiny voice, the kind you'd hear from a 6-year-old child who is simply too impatient to wait for their turn. from your peripheral vision, you could see several people looking at the two of you, ranging from confusion to judgmental stares. his shoulders are down, making him have a slouched body posture as he walks behind you in a more lazier manner than you, who is so close to speed stomping and leaving him behind.

"are we ther- hey! wait up!"

scratch that last thought, you're going to have a pleasant trip to the grocery store and you're going to leave him behind if that's what it takes to have peace of mind.

(fortunately for him, you didn't. your dislike for attention proves to be something he could use to his advantage, seeing how you crumbled under the feeling of many eyes turned towards you two when he whined and cried in the middle of the sidewalk, making a scene in broad daylight, taking his wrist in your grip, and dragging him along to your destination, making him match your speedy pace. he'll definitely keep this in mind for future use.)

the office was quiet, and you were alone in the room—switching between writing and reading a bunch of papers piled up near where you're sitting. despite having gone through just a few pieces of paper, the weight on your shoulders and back has gotten rather heavy, like you didn't stretch your limbs beforehand after waking up from your 5-hour rest. the silence was odd, to say the least, not that it wasn't unwelcome; it just made you curious about what your co-workers were up to, which made them not present in the office today. maybe yosano is out shopping, maybe kunikida and dazai were out chasing down criminals, and whatnot, maybe atsushi is helping out to solve a case with... him. the oh so great detective, fucking ranpo.

as much as he preached about how great he is and how everyone else in the detective agency respects and admires him, you were quite indifferent towards him in general. you aren't sure what everyone sees in him or what makes him so interesting that he's able to get this much attention—in other words, he's just plain boring in your eyes. actually, scratch that; he's more than boring; he's an absolute brat. he's whiny, always munching on his snacks so loudly, refusing to do work or cases sometimes, and acting like his super deduction is an ability. what's even worse is that he seems so determined to bother you constantly, every chance he gets. rarely are you left alone and left to breathe from the overwhelming detective—even if you are given a moment of peace, he'd come running back acting like an even bigger headache for you.

"(nameeeeeee)!" filling up the room with his shout, he pushed open the door with such force that it banged so loudly that the noise echoed to the other side. you could feel his attention on your back as silence once again filled the room. in the most coincidental (and worst) timing, the headache you were talking shit in your head comes into the office—a dreadful pit building up in your stomach as you mentally pray in your head for whatever ranpo is going to put you through this time. you could hear the skip in his footsteps. every step he takes, more sweat starts rolling down your cheeks as you close your eyes and imagine a life without ranpo, without the suffocation of love and attention he gives you, without the anxious thoughts of being followed on your way home (you have major suspicions that it's ranpo but have nothing solid to prove it's him), without him blackmailing you into compliance, without-

dragging you out of your inner thoughts, the headache makes impactful contact with your back. "did you miss me? because i really missed you!" he says in a cheerful tone, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a tight grip and rubbing his cheeks against yours like someone would greet their lover when they miss them so much (he's doing it on purpose to make you uncomfortable, you think). to further prove your point, he smashes his lips against your cheek, not once, not twice, but multiple times in the same and adjacent areas of your cheek. if this had happened to you several months ago, the simple act of him trying to wrap his arms around your shoulders would make you go away from him as fast and as far as possible—even more so if he tried to kiss you, your water bills would skyrocket through the roof for how much time you would spend in the bathroom trying to scrub away the kiss on your cheek.

"no i didn't, actually" having gotten used to his (non-consensual) affection towards you, his actions do not faze you; on the outside, that is, there still remains that pit of disgust you used to have all those months ago. those urges to swat his body away from yours to give yourself some space are still there, yet you do nothing to act on any of them. you simply decide to indulge in whatever antics he has up his sleeves this time for the next few hours of your day—not that you had a choice, anyway.

(several times you've expressed discomfort at the physical touches he gives you during work hours, and several times he intentionally ignores it for his own benefit. the one time he went overboard was when he made himself comfortable on your lap, handed you several sweet snacks you assumed he got from his secret stash, and forced you to hand-feed him until he was satisfied. to say this stunt of his hindered your productivity would be an understatement. you were way behind your planned schedule by the time you finished hand-feeding him all the sweet snacks.

just as you were about to ask him to get off, he suddenly grabbed your wrist, saying something about "there's still some crumbs left!" which confused the fuck out of you until you felt the wet sensation of a tongue licking your fingers. the horrors expressed on your face seemed to further encourage the amused ranpo, as he started sucking on your fingers too! neither of you two brought up that incident again, though you're glad he hasn't done this again; you aren't sure how well you were going to handle the next one.)

"i guess you could say smart men are my type," you say rather subconsciously without any thought or care of your co-workers' reaction to your answer, instead putting all your focus on your computer screen and continuing to type away as you hear several gasps and 'no way's from your left side.

"(name), are you.. sure smart men are your type?" there was hesitation in their voice, disbelief even—like they didn't believe you the first time. "uhh.. yeah? i didn't really give much thought, but intelligence is hot, i guess," you said once again, answering in the same manner you did the first time. you weren't sure what they were trying to get out of this conversation, but if you had to guess, most likely they're attempting to set you up on a blind date. "..alright, if you say so.." they say, ultimately ending the conversation and switching topics to avoid making the awkwardness linger in the atmosphere.

(little did you and your co-workers know, the great detective was listening in on the whole conversation. hearing every word that came out of your mouth, to say he stumbled upon your little talk on accident would be a lie—he doesn't go to such lengths without a reason. to say he's surprised by your type of men like your co-workers were would be another lie, but he's quite puzzled. if smart men are your type, why do you always seem to give the expression that you're disgusted by him? no matter, as a detective, it's his job to uncover every bit of mystery and solve for all the missing pieces.)

stepping out of the building, bidding farewell to your co-workers, and parting ways as you walk to your house, taking extra caution by putting your keys between your fingers in case you were to be stalked by someone, especially a certain someone you've been trying to avoid all day long...

"(naaameeeee)!!" and speak of the devil; he shows up to come and ruin your day just when you're about to go home—how fun. you let out a tired sigh and turned around to see ranpo running towards you at full speed. the sight set off alarm bells in your head, so on impulse, you tried to get out of his way and hoped he ran too fast that he ended up hitting a light pole straight in the face. yet it seems this day of yours wouldn't be so lucky, because suddenly he grabs your shirt, pulls you a little lower to his height, and then kisses you on the lips.

your eyes widen in shock, momentarily stunned for a second, before you feel your instincts kick in and roughly push him away.

"ranpo, what the fuc-!?"

suddenly you feel an unexpected impact hitting your chest, emitting a surprising noise from your mouth, making you cut off mid-sentence. ranpo buries his face underneath your chin, rubbing against your skin with his cheek like it's a pillow—opening your mouth. you tried to protest once more against him, but nothing came out. the sudden feeling of a pair of arms wrap around your torso and your arms holding you in a tight grip, sending the message that he doesn't want to let you go. after what felt like eternity to you, he looks up and shows you the poutiest expression you've ever seen him make.

"no! i'm not going anywhere, and neither are you! we're stuck together now; i'll make sure of it!"

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[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, stalking, manipulation, guilt-tripping, drugging, threats, isolation

Tags: @shumidehiro @leveyani @izanami78

S/o can travel between different worlds

Nakajima Atsushi

🐅​Atsushi is such a young and innocent soul, is he not? Though you may only be a few years older than him there is a considerate gap in knowledge between the two of you. It's not like he is dumb or anything but even he can see that you carry much more wisdom around than he possesses. It has him feeling stupid at times, he won't lie. Still, he holds on to the skills that he has in order to impress you somewhat. What Atsushi would hate the most would be to be a burden for you, someone who doesn't contribute anything to your life. His life needs to have a meaning for you after all and that is why he grabs the chance quickly when he notices that you are new in Yokohama. It's an opportunity to be useful, to impress, to bond with you. All things that Atsushi yearns to achieve as he is foolishly infatuated with you. The rose-tinted glasses that he wears when around you essentially blind him as he doesn't suspect a thing. It takes the likes of Dazai who suspects something when he too gets to meet you. His words of advice are met with Atsushi's denial though. A delusional obsession forbids to ruin the fantasy after all. Yet this is Dazai, his mentor and a man Atsushi knows to read people well.

🐅​Most hours of the day he spends ignoring Dazai's words as one look at your curious reactions is enough to melt his heart. Yet there always is this moment every day where he hears those kind words of caution echoing within his mind, threatening to crack the fantasy he has nurtured within his mind. It always visibly shakes him up. After all it is you he always clings to, asking you that you would never keep any grave secrets from him. His eyes are pleading for reassurance as much as his mouth does and it pains you to lie to him. What you see as a kindness for his feelings Atsushi eventually learns to view as a betrayal. His senses are much higher due to his ability to transform into a Tiger so he smells the deceit. As much as he might attempt to ignore what he so blatantly senses, eventually he cracks as the lies keep on piling up. You, who promised to never lie, have betrayed him. His heart has been broken and his trust just as much. He held on too tight to his delusional hopes and now he has gotten himself hurt. Desperate measurements are taken as he needs to know the truth now and the longer you elude your answers to him, the more the beast threatens to break out.

🐅​You are not one to play with fire though. When his grip tightens, his claws grow and the tears swim within his eyes you know to better. Initially Atsushi seems much more relieved as he has feared something far worse. The implications of your answer do not click until later where he finally realises it. You plan to leave this world too, don't you? Try to be as gentle as you can, no soothing words in the world could cure the damage that you have just inflicted. You search for a home and a place to belong to and you have not found it in his world. He is not enough for you. That is all that Atsushi seems to hear and with that the demons that exist deep within him resurface. Old insecurities and the existential crisis of never being enough all burst out of him like an erupting volcano. What would he have to do to convince you to stay? What does he have to do to be enough? It is so unfair. In you he has found a meaning and a hope yet in your eyes he does not hold the same value. You may be able to escape from his hold and flee to another world. You'll always have to hold onto the knowledge that by doing so you leave boy and beast shattered behind, one in sorrow and one in rage.

Dazai Osamu

🤎​He just has a talent for picking up people who are lost, doesn't he? Well, perhaps peas of the same pod just attract each other. When Dazai finds you, it couldn't be more obvious that you have no idea where you are. Your nose buried in a paper map as you walk through the city and nearly bump into him. You just about manage to prevent that but looking at your pretty face, Dazai is almost a tad bit disappointed. Yet he knows when to use a chance to swoop in as the knight in shining armor as he instantly offers his assistance or else you would just stumble around the whole day. One hand washes the other though and if you don't agree to his request to die together he is going to get some meal out of this at the very least. Anything to see your gorgeous face for a bit longer really. As if fate has brought the two of you together, both of you actually find out over a cup of coffee that both of you live in the same neighbourhood. The coincidence of this is not something that flies over his head and Dazai notes amused that he might just come over for a visit. You wouldn't complain either to see such a handsome man more, replying with a charming grin equal to his own.

🤎​Oh, now you really have done it. Give him allowance and Dazai sees it through to keep his promise. It really is easy for the both of you to see each other as you constantly seek him out when you need help in finding a shop or a building. You'll never hear him complain though, in fact his heart is fluttering every time you do. You trust him and every time he requests if you're sure that you don't want to be his suicide partner you always give him that thoughtful smile. There's things that you still haven't found for yourself in life and things you need to keep on searching for. Dazai can identify with those words as he too has something that is missing within his life yet your approach seems to be different to his approach. It fascinates him, draws him closer to you as he wonders if you yearn for the same thing that he is longing for. Sometimes he has the feeling that he is looking into a mirror, especially since both of you are quite elusive when it comes to the past. He never gives you a clear answer and so do you, forcing him to keep on guessing and doubting. There is something that you're hiding, something about you that has never been quite normal. Dazai doesn't know what though and it silently torments him.

🤎​You cannot feed him those lies for he craves the truth. Feelings have blossomed long ago for him and your attraction for him has just recently started. This is something Dazai knows to abuse and use to his own advantage. If he truly means something to you, you won't keep the truth from him after all. So he guilt-trips you for you have already noticed his feelings for you too. He knows precisely where to target until you finally cave in and admit the truth to him. Ah, you search for a meaning within life? For a world where you can feel like you belong? The two of you are truly carved from the same wood. Dazai knows exactly how you feel. Perhaps it was indeed fate that brought the both of you together. His smile hides the calculating thoughts going on within, his mind racing with different scenarios and possibilities. The both of you could search for a connection together, no? In you he has already found what he is searching for so allow him to return the favor. What Dazai needs is time. Time to understand your ability better. Time to figure out how to bind you to him so that you may never leave for he's not sure if his abilities would work on your otherworldly ones.

Edogawa Ranpo

👓​What a strange way to bond this is for Ranpo and both of you are lost together. It is your mistake fo asking Ranpo of all people for direction though you do appreciate his honesty. After all he admits without one moment of hesitation that he too is in need of help. Since you are the first person who has approached him Ranpo names you the one who is now going to help him. Practice is the best way of learning though, that's at least how the saying goes. So the both of you blindly stumble through Yokohama together as you have to help him with essentially everything. If you wouldn't know better you would think that he is a child as he needs assistance with train tickets, bus tickets and you lose him almost a couple of times when he sees some delicious food. Both of you are clueless so you need hours until you have finally helped him to reach the Agency. You're tired and exhausted but at the very least you receive some sweets that he has bought on his way. You're not sure if you would like to meet Ranpo so soon again after that little drama but only a few days later your neighbourhood is witness of a crime that Ranpo is tasked with solving. That's how the both of you meet once more.

👓​His intelligence fascinates you and you're not shy of voicing that out loud. What an incredible ego boost for him. You do kindly decline his offer of showing you some of his favorite food stores as you have a vivid flashback of your first meeting. Still, both of you form a tight bond. The moment you give him your number he calls you whenever he gets lost. He doesn't even sound ashamed as he doesn't eevn give you a chance to decline. He calls you, tells you the current location he's at before he hangs up. Sometimes you wonder if he gets lost on purpose so that he has an excuse to call you and see you again. You always come and retrieve him though without a fail and as a small sign of gratitude and appreciation he buys you some of his favorite sweets. He still eats half of it anyways but he shares the other half with you! His sheer skills as a detective amaze you yet you are too aware of the risks that it poses as well. The moment Ranpo starts to get a bit too curious about you and your past you slowly start to pull away. An action that doesn't go unnoticed by him. After all he is clingy and demanding on top. That's why he puts his glasses on though the answer he deducts is something he did not expect.

👓​Perhaps if it would have been a gift just like all members of the Agency possess he wouldn't have found out. Ranpo's intelligence is solely his though and doesn't origin from a gift that some humans receive. Some pieces of the puzzle are still missing yet he has collected enough to know roughly what is going on. Some way and somehow he finds his way all by himself to your house though he comes hours too late than he initially planned. That normally cheeky behavior is gone and alarms you the moment you open the door. He marches in without an invitation, his glasses still on. That's how you can almost guess already what has led to this rare serious demeanor of his and your suspicions are confirmed soon after. There is no arrogance when he recounts everything that he has found out but what is almost immediate is his demand for you to not travel to the next world. It isn't that childish stubbornness you are familiar with by now and his tone takes you slightly off-guard. Just in time for him to grab your wrist as if scared you'll disappear otherwise. He has no idea how to solve the problem that you have but if you stay he's sure that he can find the answer you are seeking. You just watch.

Nakahara Chuuya

🟠​Chuuya may work for the Port Mafia but that doesn't mean that he will just ignore a damsel in distress when he finds one. That's how you find yourself saved by the orange-haired man in the middle of the night when a group of sketchy strangers suddenly surrounds you. The flatteries don't end there though as he even offers to drive you home. That offer soon turns into insistence when you attempt to politely decline and make the mistake of admitting that you're new to the city and for that have no idea where to even go. So you eventually find yourself giving in and just hopping in the car with him. He stays in the car and waits until he has seen you entering your apartment before Chuuya finally drives back home himself. It's only a small encounter though one he doesn't think he'll forget soon. Pretty soon the both of you meet once more as you have accepted a job in a bar he sometimes visits. It's quite flattering to find out that he still remembers you and is even able to recall your name. Both of you didn't have the chance to properly get to know each other the first time but that changes as you start chatting. The chemistry just seems to be right ad Chuuya orders drink after drink.

🟠​He wastes a lot more money on alcohol and drinks within your bar all to keep the conversation going. Soon you notice the signs he exhibits when he starts getting drunk. You only have good intentions in mind when you encourage him to order tea or a simple juice. A man's pride should not be underestimated though as he only orders more out of indignation until he is all but wasted. At the very least he's still giving you compliments even when there is more whisky than blood in his veins. Don't undermine him just because he tends to get wasted, Chuuya is not as oblivious as he might appear in such moments. He has noticed for a while now already that you are very careful whenever he asks you about your life before you moved to Yokohama. Initially he might have thought that you were playing hard to get which in return only made him more curious but now he has realised that this is not it. Otherwise you wouldn't constantly change the topic or hurry over to other customers in the bar whenever he asks you those questions. It's not unusual for him to meet people who hide their past though ususally that means that they are being threatened or have committed something horrible.

🟠​Both options are something he doesn't hope to be true for you. How is his mind supposed to rest if you never tell him though? There's nothing he can go with to either confirm or dismiss those creeping suspicions. Not even his position helps him as there is absolutely nothing he can dig up about you. In fact the many mysteries surrounding you only heighten his paranoia. Why can't he find anything about your past? You must be lying to him. Ultimately it is you who actually finds out his secret first as you are at the wrong place at the wrong time. You flee quickly from the scene yet you do not try to run when he visits your bar hours after it's closed. You've been waiting for him after all. Then and there you finally admit to him your own big secret as well. On the one hand Chuuya is revealed that none of his initial fears were proven to be true but his paranoia is far from gone. After all the threat of you leaving is still real and it pains him to hear that you search for a place to stay and to belong to. Has he not given that to you? Give him a chance and he will change your mind! The time is ticking for you could leave any moment, abandoning him and robbing him of his own sense of belonging.

Tachihara Michizo

🔩​Bloody, bruised but still with a smug and arrogant grin on his face. That's how you meet Tachihara for the first time as he gloats in the face of his beaten enemies. That grin vanishes for a moment when he spots you as he has been so caught up in the thrill of beating someone up that he didn't pay attention to his surroundings. For one moment he considers if he should eliminate you for no one was supposed to see him. Your reaction is much quicker than his though as you walk over with strange determination and ask him if you can tend to his injuries. This is the last thing that he was expecting out of your mouth and your fearlessness stuns him. Enough for you to drag him away from the beaten bodies, successfully keeping him from murdering anyone whilst you are watching. When he snaps out of his state of shock he protests and refuses to come with you. It would be utterly humiliating for him after all. Does he look like he needs anyone to nurse him back to health? You do not reply. No, in fact you just give him a long and hard stare that causes him to flush uncomfortably. When you continue walking, still holding onto him, he follows you begrudgingly.

🔩​That silent stare of yours serves wonders to reign back his rash impulses. You do not attack with fists and violence but with words and pointed looks that are often enough to quickly have him flush in embarrassment. Tachihara honestly would have thought that he would have reacted much more outraged and angry for being belittled yet he doesn't feel that way. Because you actually care. Whenever there was a fight and he has any lasting bruises or injuries you always express your concern. He's not too fond of the butterflies erupting within his stomach whenever you look at him with those warm and worried eyes but his feelings are an effective leash that holds him back. Somehow he becomes your personal guard dog, especially when he finds out that you're new to town. The Port Mafia has to be kept away from you and the Hunting Dogs shouldn't find out about you either. Double the pressure that puts a strain on him. The beginning of his own obsession only worsens his condition. Tachihara is ashamed, wonders if his brother would have sunk that low in his position. His advices grow more demanding as he wants you to listen to him yet you do not.

🔩​All he wants to do is guarantee your safety yet you ignore his words. How dare you to lecture him if you are no better? At one point it all gets too much and he accidentally snaps at you, his rage and frustration getting the better of him. Mortified would be the best way to describe his feelings when he calms down. He wants to apologise yet you cut him off. Instead you decide to tell him something about yourself, specifically your own abilities. He doesn't know where you plan to go with that sudden switch of the conversation but that confusion is quickly forgotten when you reveal to him your powers. You do not elaborate any further, neither deny or confirm it when he asks you if you aren't even from this world and plan to leave it one day. No, you leave him hanging in the dark as you have revealed more to him than you have ever before. The final push that has Tachihara spiraling. You may be annoying and he may not be too fond of the feelings you have awakened within him but you still mean a lot to him. You have no right to even consider leaving him after what you have done to him. You have made him that obsessed! Own up to it, you hear him!

Sigma

☁️​Somehow Sigma just knows that you mean trouble the moment he spots you within the Sky Casino. He can't quite put his finger around it yet there is a gut feeling that he has when he looks at you, especially once your eyes meet his. You have noticed him staring after all though you don't know why, only tilting your head curiously and arching one of your eyebrows. From the very first day you cause quite a bit of commotion. Not one single loss as luck seems to be on your side. Some of his customers accuse you of cheating, even criticise Sigma when he worriedly walks over due to the sudden heated shouting. This Casino is his life so the spike of anxiety is understandable even if he remains as calm as he can be. Still, he is not assertive enough and you notice with displeasure. That's how you step in, your gaze piercing and your very presence untouchable and domineering. A soft voice that mutters such belittling words as you observe the customer as if they were but a child throwing a tantrum. You properly humiliate them until they decide to flee the scene. Only then do you turn around to look at Sigma, remarking that he should carry himself with more confidence before you too leave.

☁️​You handle business almost better than he does, only deepening Sigma's insecurities. This is his Sky Casino after all yet you behave more like the owner than he does at times. Sigma notes that you have quite a bit of a gambling addiction yet you lose so rarely that it honestly doesn't matter. That's why so little people at one point agree to gamble with you. The sight of you sitting lonely at the bar breaks his heart a bit though so to ensure that his customer is happy with the service he agrees to play with you though both of you agree to not bet anything of value. There's little that Sigma knows about you, something that bugs him as he always sees it through to know everything about his customers so over card games and poker he often attempts to get to know you better. Your answers leave him with more questions though, riddles that he doesn't seem to quite understand. That stresses him out more than it should as it is almost a challenge to his abilities as the owner of the Sky Casino. He desperately tries to read you yet the only one who is getting read is him. How can you do that? How can you read him so accurately whilst remaining such a mystery to him?

☁️​In any attempts to understand you better, Sigma falls too deeply until he is unable to crawl back out. He is helplessly obsessed yet still none the wiser. By now he has realised that you have no plans to ever answer his questions so he decides to do something far too reckless. He gambles with a higher stake. His position as the owner of the Sky Casino if you win and your secrets if he wins. The intrigued smile on your face scares and captivates him simultaneously as you let him choose the game both of you will be playing. Perhaps he understands the appeal of gambling just a bit more afterwards, an unknown rush he has never felt before as he plays so very differently than normally. That's why he wins. There is only a satisfied smirk on your face as you uphold your part and finally tell him what he has always wanted to know. Your words resonate with him. He understands that struggle. Yet there is one decisive difference. In you Sigma has found an answer but you haven't found that answer in him. He needs you to feel complete. But how do you feel about him? What do you need? What can he do? Sigma will do anything if it means that you will stay in this world. That you will stay with him. Please don't leave him.

[yandere-romanticaa]

It's 3 a.m. You've been walking the streets of Yokohama for days, in a total psychotic delirium. You know that you have been hunted and observed for several weeks. [They] are spying on you, [they] want to know you are safe, and above all, to control you.

However, you have been on the run for too long, [they] need your presence. You occupy [their] thoughts all day long. At the bend of an alley, mentally exhausted, you hear footsteps approaching yours, then you recognize a familiar voice.

"Hello! What a coincidence to find you here! What are you doing here?" in a benevolent tone but which betrayed a certain haste.

What a relief, it's Poe and Ranpo! [They] have been watching over you since you know [them]. You will finally be safe now...

Well, that's how [they] wanted you to feel... and [they] succeeded.

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[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.

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳

➛ various!yandere!male oneshots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 2.1k┆warnings: death, kidnapping, blood, murder, ranpo can drive, inaccuracies in detective/police work┆a/n: I really thought I ate with the plot but then it just got thrown out the window near the end. I hope you like it, nonetheless! Merry Christmas!! ^^ (not entirely proofread/unrelated to my current event)

𝐌𝐑. 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

➛ yandere!ranpo e. x fem!reader

⤷ 𝕴𝕿

was a normal day at the detective agency today. Ranpo, as usual, was noisily rustling a bag of chips he has been eating out of for the past 15 minutes. The dark haired detective had his feet propped up on his desk as someone approached him.

Looking up, Ranpo’s eyes fixed on Kunikida who had stopped at his desk. The blond held a couple of papers in his arms, some stapled together and others on their lonesome.

“Ranpo,” Kunikida cleared his throat, “There have been serval reports on a missing woman in the Yokohama area, and I’d like to see your view on the case. If you’re interested, that is.”

Still eating out his bag of chips, he turned in his chair to face his coworker with an amused smile; his feet falling from his desk. “Seriously!?” He exclaimed rather excitedly, “It better be something worth my time!”

“I wanted to ask you because I’m pretty sure you knew this woman if I am not mistaken. Not only that, but she has been missing for so long that her case had gone cold. All police have given up after almost a year.”

Kunikida continues, “But the woman’s family is relentless. They won’t stop until they get answers, even if she turns out dead in the end.”

With that, the blond spread out the papers in his arms on Ranpo’s desk scattered with empty candy wrappers and half-empty bottles of soda. The papers consisted of reports about your last known whereabouts, the clothes you were wearing, and a description of your appearance.

“Her case is very strange, in a way. She showed up to work that morning like she always did, but once she left the building, no one has seen her since. There was a witness testimony saying that she had entered someone else’s vehicle but there was no evidence to prove so.”

At his words, Ranpo reached into his pocket and pulled out his “special” glasses and pushed them up the bridge of his nose. He lazily ran his green eyes over and over the papers until his eyes landed on a picture. A picture of the missing woman in question.

A picture that made his blood run cold.

A small gasp escaped his lips as his eyes went wide in visible shock.

“What…?” He whispered, barely audible over the noise of rustling of paper filling the room as he brings the photo closer. The photo was attached to yet another paper, describing her appearance, profession, ect.

But something that he just couldn’t pry his lingering eyes off of was her name. His irises ran over the bolded text over and over again until the words didn’t even look like legible characters anymore.

“Kunikida…” he muttered almost silently, “Could you… could you tell me her first and last name?”

“Oh, her name?” He asked, confused. Surely Ranpo could’ve seen it already, but nonetheless, the blond replied.

“Her name is Y/n L/n.”

“…”

“Ranpo?”

“Oh- uh… sorry. I just…” He paused, desperately trying to gather his bearings, “I just lost my appetite.”

He crumpled up the half-eaten bag of chips and tossed them in the trash.

“So Ranpo, do you think you can find her?”

ONE YEAR AGO

“I am not going out with you, Ranpo!” You giggled at your best friend’s romantic advances, “Plus, I’m not even looking for anyone right now.”

“Really?” He tilted he head to the side as he pulled a sucker out of his mouth. He pointed it towards you in a playful manner.

“Well I can change that, Y/n! Just give me a chance, alright?” Before you could even utter a response, he began speaking again. This time, with the sucker I’m his mouth.

“You have work Monday-Friday if I am not mistaken… and you get out and hour early on days like tomorrow and Friday…” He muttered quietly to himself, but you still overheard him.

“When you get off tomorrow, I’ll be there pick you up for our date, got it?” He informed you.

Now that he’s bombarded you with the whole date idea, you can’t deny his offer now. He’s too stubborn to let you decline now.

“It’s a bit frightening how well you memorize things… especially my work schedule…” You muttered, not exactly sure if your words are genuine or not.

“Well I’m not called the ‘World’s Greatest Detective for nothin’!!” He exclaimed self righteously.

But even you knew that knowing all of those specific details about one person specifically may not solely rely on one’s “special ability.” But, you decided not dwell on it too much. You, yourself, don’t even have a special ability, so who are you to say anything about it?

But it isn’t wrong to have concerns over your privacy.

The next day, you woke up early as usual for another long, grueling, work day. At least you have a date with Ranpo to look forward to; well, the date you were practically forced into attending.

You got dressed in a nice outfit that was both appropriate for work and a date. Speaking of which, you still don’t know where Ranpo is taking you.

Knowing him it’ll probably be a movie theater or even a restaurant with a large selection of deserts on the menu.

Once the end of your shift rolled around, you left the building with your purse and your phone in your hand. As you were about to send Ranpo a quick text message asking him where he was, he came walking up to you.

As usual, he had a bag of candy in his hand. “Hey Y/n! You ready to go?” He smiled sweetly.

“Yeah, I just had a question,” you began and diverted your gaze away from him. “You know how to drive?”

Ignoring your useless question, he held you hand and led you over to his car. A nice one, in fact. But seriously, when did Ranpo even buy a car!?

“Ranpo, you didn’t answer my quest—“

“-Since this is our first date,” he spoke over her, “I wanted to take you to a nice restaurant nearby. It’s only about 20 minutes away.”

“This isn’t a date, Ranpo. Not a romantic one, at least.”

“But you did agree to go on it, am I wrong?” He flashed a sly grin your way as he drove further and further away from your work building.

You never knew that’d be the last time you’d see that place.

“Well- no! You pressured me into it!” You defended yourself.

“But you got in the car of your own will, correct?”

Damnit, he got you there. Well, that’s what you get for daring to argue with a great detective.

About 15 minutes later, Ranpo had offered you a sucker and of course you took it and began eating it with no hesitation. But you couldn’t help but notice that it had a slightly different taste than usual. Weird.

Suddenly feeling a bit tired, you leaned your head against the passenger’s seat window and contemplated if you needed to go to sleep a bit earlier to avoid this grogginess.

But that’s when you noticed it, the both of you speeding past the restaurant building. At first, you beloved it was your fatigued eyes playing tricks on you, but you recognized the surrounding area.

Perking up a bit, you turned toward your eccentric “friend,” “Ra… Ranpo, we passed the, uh, restaurant…”

But there was no response from him. Shocking, usually he always has something to say, but right now he’s silent.

Weird.

The last thing you saw before blacking out was Ranpo’s hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel lightly caressing your head.

PRESENT TIME

How long has it been?

How long has it been since you left this house? This hell.

It would have had to been at least 3 months, at least that’s what you think. He doesn’t like talking about that, or anything that has to do with you and the outside world, as a matter of fact.

Why did you have to show up to work that day? You ask yourself over and over each passing day.

You were rudely awakened from your thoughts by the sound of the front door unlocking. You gathered your bearings before running up the the door, your hands clasped together in front of you. You wore a beautiful sun dress he had picked out for you in your favorite color.

You may wonder, why aren’t you locked up in his basement with no source of natural light to be seen? Why is he letting you do as you please, for the most part?

Well, it is simply because you knew better than to defy him.

Ranpo believes that without trust, there’s nothing. He’s taught you that after your very first attempt at escaping.

But no need to dwell on the past.

The door swung open to reveal a quite lethargic and tired man. Noticing his… off behavior… you moved in closer to him.

“Ranpo, dear, is everything alright?” You hesitantly wrapped your arms around him and pulled off his hat.

“I’m perfectly fine, Y/n! You don’t have to worry your little head about me!” He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead that you desperately resisted to scrub off your face with soap and water.

“Although…” he pulled your hands up into his his as he stared deeply into your aching eyes. “Ever since your… hiatus… there have been many searches for you by the police; all of them ending up inconclusive due to my, not to mention, incomparable deduction abilities.”

Suddenly, a dull ray of hope lit up deep inside of your spirit. People out there are actually looking for you, there is a chance someone might save you from this hell.

“But, it seems they’ve left the case cold, or given up completely…” He sighed, “But of course, your family won’t give up until they know your whereabouts. Dead of alive. They just care way too much about you. That’s why your case was brought to me today.”

“How ironic.”

You didn’t know how to react. You didn’t know what exactly to say.

“Wh- why are you telling me this, Ranpo?” You palms grew clammy and you became filled with anxiety.

“I can’t let them find you, love. You know I can’t! If they do, I’ll never see you again!”

I know that.

You jerked your hands away from him, letting them form into fists by your sides.

“No… No Ranpo!!” You cried as fat tears threatened to streak down your cheeks and ruin your mascara. “You can’t ki- kill them! You said that if I do as you say they- we won’t be punished!! What did I do wrong dear, please tell me!”

Sighing, he comfortingly rests a hand on your shoulder, making you flinch. “I know. You haven’t done anything wrong. That’s exactly why I have to get rid of ‘em. And plus, I’m the only man- only person you will ever need or love. Is that why you’re doing this, huh? Don’t tell me you still love them?“

Grabbing onto his sleeve, you began to get desperate, “I do! I do love you! I just… isn’t taking the lives of the innocent… wrong? And there’s n- no way someone can solve a crime such an amazing detective!”

“Please just tell me… you won’t murder them…” you diverted your gaze to the ground, your hands refusing to release their strong grip on him.

“I won’t. I promise I won’t.” Pressing a soft kiss onto your lips, he left the room.

You wanted to flinch at his kiss, but the overflowing anxiety and fear building up inside of you was enough to distract you. Was he telling the truth? Only God knows.

They only thing you can do is wait it out.

Well, that’s what you thought you had to do. Because when Ranpo arrived home from “work” the next day, the crimson spatters on his outfit was enough to let you know the answer to your question.

Looking over him, you felt… you felt betrayed, in a way. Stumbling back, you hit the kitchen table, tears running down your face, causing your mascara to come down in dark streaks.

“Y/n, I know I- I lied to you but please just remember…” he reached a bloody hand out to your cheek, smearing blood on your skin.

He pulled you in closer with his free hand around your waist, “…I did this for us. For you! Because I love you.”

Without a second thought, he brought you into a forceful, yet passionate, kiss.

Do you, Ranpo, you thought.

Do you really love me?

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[drearycrow]

omg i loved your fyodor yan alphabet, do you think you could do one for ranpo? ty!

Notes: I'm glad that you enjoyed it! I loved writing the yandere headcanons for Ranpo. It was a lot of fun! Hope you enjoy

Affection: How do they show their love and affection. How intense would it get?

He is very affectionate to you all the time and gets pouty if you don't give him attention. The love you get from Ranpo is intense. All he wants to do is to be cuddling with you at home.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling?

Ranpo won't ever kill anyone under any circumstances. The idea of it makes him sick to his stomach.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Ranpo mocks you non stop after he abducts you. He makes remarks about how oblivious you were to his advances.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their Darling's will?

He will never do anything against your will. He loves you too much to lay a finger on you.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Ranpo tells you everything about himself. He doesn't hide anything from you. He hopes you open up to him as well.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Probably finds it a bit annoying that you are fighting back. He stands there looking at you not amused by your behavior.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy their darling try to escape.

Good luck even trying to escape from Ranpo. He can immediately deduce you attempting to escape from him. You will just get dragged back to his room where he mocks you for daring to escape his love.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

You were sent on a case with Dazai but Ranpo started getting upset that about it. He kept telling you that the case is too dangerous and you're better off staying at the Agency where you're guaranteed safety. He kept making excuses to not have you be alone with Dazai. He got so fed up about it that it made it snap, yelling at you in front of everyone. Ranpo felt immediate guilt for doing that to you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Ranpo wants to spend the rest of his life with you. The thought of both of you living happily together makes him smile. It's the only thing he wants.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? 

Ranpo gets jealous very easily and it's quite obvious when he is. He pouts angrily when someone takes your attention away from him. He kisses you, holds your hand, hugs you and anything to make it obvious to the other person that you're his. Poe hardly sees you because Ranpo is scared that you might leave him for his friend.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Ranpo loves to be by your side at all times. He's always hugging you or giving you kisses all over your face. He's overall happy when you're around.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

You get sent to work on cases with him, mainly helping him navigate the subway. Ranpo always asks for your help and doesn't let you work with anyone else. He wants to spend more time with you without anyone getting in his way.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really. Ranpo acts the same with you and everyone else. He's more clingy when you're around and wants attention at all times.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

The most he does as a punishment is not share snacks with you or completely ignore you for a while. It could last from a few hours to a whole week. You don't exist in his eyes when he is like this.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not much really. The most you aren't allowed to do is work on cases by yourself and being alone with another man. Ranpo gets jealous very easily if you are talking to someone else other than him.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Ranpo can quickly lose his patience if you're ignoring him. He will make remarks about mean you are being for ignoring him like that or will mock you until you give in.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Ranpo wouldn't be the same if you were to die. He loses all hope in the world and doesn't want to be around anyone. The sadness consumes him so much that he gives up being a detective. If you were to escape, Ranpo already knows where you went with his deduction skills. He immediately heads over there to bring you back home with him whether you want to or not.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Ranpo feels immediate guilt for kidnapping you when you are sleeping peacefully, unaware of what was about to happen. The fact that he took you away from your close friends and family makes him rethink what he is doing. He wouldn't let you go back to live your normal life. At most, he gives you the freedom to do what you like as long as you aren't alone with another man.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc.)

Growing up being an orphan was very difficult for Ranpo. All he had was Fukuzawa as his parental figure and the only person to genuinely love him. He wanted someone else to love him back and you were the unfortunate soul to cross his line of view.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Seeing you isolate yourself from the world or in a upset mood makes Ranpo worry a lot. He thinks he did something wrong to get this kind of treatment and his head gets a lot of thoughts running through. He does anything to cheer you up and see that beautiful smile again.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Ranpo doesn't like the idea of hurting you or anyone else in a physical manner. Using violence to get what he wants is absolutely terrible in his eyes. Ranpo is a very loving man and if anyone dares to lay a finger on you, he won't hesitate to blackmail them into leaving you alone forever.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Sweets and snacks. Ranpo can easily tell that you're trying to exploit his weakness for sweets but he doesn't mind. It's free snacks and you remember all of his favorites which makes him happy. He won't let you go though.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

It's a hard no. Ranpo respects you as a person and his lover. Hurting you in any way, especially in a physical manner is horrible and he thinks he deserves to die if he ever did that to you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

You get spoiled a lot by Ranpo with free snacks from his stash. It's an honor to even get a piece of candy from him since he never shares with anyone else. You also get small gifts here and there to show his appreciation to your hard work and dedication at the Agency.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A few months to a year before he snaps. Ranpo wouldn't last that long without you by his side. Seeing you be happy when he's around makes his heart beat rapidly with love.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Ranpo would never break you in any way, shape or form. He's too sweet and loving to do any harm to you.

[baby-tini]

I know you don't write for Ranpo, but I just read your Dazai and Atsushi thing... so what are your thoughts on that with Dazai and Ranpo???

It could definitely work.. but I feel like a dynamic like this could be overwhelming. Having one of them around is enough of a headache.. but both? I do think this would be one of the more interesting dynamics though, but, at the same time, it's a lot of trouble. Dazai and Ranpo are both very childish at times, so it could get a bit annoying, especially when you feel like you're a mediator of sorts. Now, this relationship could be an amazing one, they're both extremely intelligent so, they're pretty intune with your needs and wants in the relationship and you're grateful for that, but they're both teases and do shit on purpose just too make you mad. I don't think arguments would be a big thing in this relationship either, Dazai is rather relaxed and understands how too combat Ranpos childishness. It's just when they get along.. that could cause problems for you, no serious problems, but say if they were too come to an agreement when it comes to your needs in the bedroom. Usually they're both about individually dragging out pleasure, again, they tease. So, for them too do it together... all in all though, this would be a very fun, giving relationship, especially with the admiration and respect for eachother that Dazai and Ranpo have.

[aghost-writer]

Lonely

Chapter 7

This is a Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x Female Reader Fic!

MDNI!!!

The atmosphere in the Armed Detective Agency felt heavier than usual, though no one dared to address it outright. Whispers passed between desks, subdued and cautious, as though the wrong words might tip the already uneasy balance. Y/N’s name hung in the air, unspoken yet present, pulling at the edges of their focus.

It wasn’t often that Fukuzawa intervened personally in matters like this, but the fact that he had escorted Y/N back to her bookstore himself left a ripple in his wake. Not that anyone could openly question the president’s actions—no one except Dazai, perhaps, who currently lounged at his desk as though the world existed solely for his amusement.

Dazai’s chair tipped back precariously, his long legs stretched out in front of him, a pencil twirling lazily between his fingers. His usual grin faltered as his mind churned with thoughts he’d never voice.

"Back to the bookstore, huh?" He bit the inside of his cheek. "So, the president undid all my hard work. How inconvenient."

From the moment Y/N had entered their lives, she’d been an enigma to Dazai, a riddle he hadn’t yet cracked. She wasn’t a formal member of the Agency, yet she’d effortlessly made herself a part of their world. Her warmth and resilience had drawn him in, and for once, his carefully laid schemes to keep her close had fallen apart.

"Perhaps I’ve been going about this the wrong way," he mused, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips. The pencil twirled faster in his hand as his thoughts wandered to more manipulative avenues. "Maybe I should seduce her away from that husband of hers. A bit of emotional manipulation always makes things interesting."

Despite the playful tilt of his mind, something in her eyes lingered with him—the shadows, the weight she carried. Dazai’s grin faltered for just a moment. He had a knack for spotting pain, and hers was no exception. It unsettled him, though he couldn’t place why.

Across the room, Atsushi sat at his desk, his paperwork abandoned as he stared out the window. The buzz of the office faded into the background, his thoughts swirling around Y/N. Her absence left a hollow ache he couldn’t shake.

It had been only two weeks since she started spending more time at the Agency, yet those two weeks had changed something in him. He missed her—missed her gentle presence, the quiet comfort she brought to the chaos of his life.

His hand drifted absently to his hair, remembering the way her fingers would comb through it, untangling knots as she listened to him talk. It wasn’t much, just a small gesture, but it had meant the world to him. For someone who had spent so long feeling unwanted, her care had been a lifeline.

"I shouldn’t be so selfish," he thought, guilt tugging at his heart. "She has her own life, her own worries. I can’t expect her to always be here for me."

Even so, the longing didn’t fade. He toyed with the idea of visiting her at the bookstore, if only to check on her. The thought brought a faint smile to his lips, though it was tinged with hesitation.

Kunikida, meanwhile, buried himself in his planner, the scratch of his pen filling the quiet around him. Adjustments to his schedule were meticulous, each detail accounted for. Twice-weekly visits to Y/N had already become routine, but now, twice didn’t feel like enough.

“Three days a week,” he muttered under his breath, writing it down in neat, precise script. “And if necessary, I can rearrange…”

He had always prided himself on maintaining distance from personal matters, but Y/N was different. There was a quiet strength about her that commanded his respect, coupled with a kindness that softened even his rigid demeanor. Yet he had also seen the cracks—the exhaustion in her eyes, the way her shoulders sagged when she thought no one was looking.

She had a way of hiding her struggles behind a smile, but Kunikida wasn’t fooled. He couldn’t sit idly by knowing she might be facing those struggles alone.

Ranpo’s voice broke through the relative quiet of the office. “So this is the girl everyone’s been talking about, huh?” he said, more to himself than anyone else, a lollipop perched lazily between his lips.

The self-proclaimed greatest detective had been watching his colleagues closely, noting the subtle shifts in their behavior whenever Y/N was mentioned. Dazai’s grin tightened. Atsushi’s gaze turned distant. Even Kunikida’s usual stoicism softened, if only slightly.

Ranpo leaned back in his chair, twirling the lollipop. “Guess I’ll drop by the bookstore one of these days,” he said, smirking to himself. “Might be fun to see what kind of person has Dazai this worked up.”

As the day wore on, the Agency returned to its usual rhythm—or tried to, at least. But Y/N lingered in their thoughts, her absence a quiet, nagging presence none of them could ignore.

For Dazai, she was a puzzle yet to be solved. For Atsushi, she was a source of comfort he already missed more than he cared to admit. For Kunikida, she was a reminder of the importance of compassion, a force that drove him to protect her even from afar.

Though she wasn’t formally part of their team, Y/N had become woven into the fabric of their lives. And whether they admitted it or not, none of them were ready to let her go.

A few days had passed since Y/N had returned to her bookstore, but the quiet life she had hoped to slip back into had taken an unexpected turn. Though she wasn’t a member of the Armed Detective Agency, it seemed as though several of its members had decided she was, in some way, under their watchful care. A pattern had formed, one that brought a mix of comfort and chaos into her daily life.

Every afternoon, without fail, Atsushi would appear at the front door of the bookstore, his shy smile lighting up the space as he stepped inside. At first, he had been hesitant, unsure if his visits would be a bother, but Y/N’s warm welcome had quickly dissolved any reservations he had. It didn’t take long for him to make himself at home, and their time together had become a cherished routine.

Today was no different. Atsushi sat cross-legged on the floor near the shop’s small reading nook, his head resting on Y/N’s lap as she combed her fingers gently through his hair. He let out a contented sigh, practically melting under her touch.

“And then Dazai-san decided to use me as bait,” Atsushi said, exasperation lacing his voice as he recounted the latest case. “Can you believe that? He didn’t even warn me!”

Y/N chuckled softly, her fingers never pausing in their rhythmic motion. “That sounds like Dazai,” she said, a small smile tugging at her lips. “But you handled it, didn’t you?”

Atsushi nodded, his frustration giving way to a shy sense of pride. “Yeah, we caught the guy in the end. But I swear, Dazai-san gets more reckless every day.”

Y/N tilted her head, studying him with a fond gaze. “You’ve come a long way, Atsushi. You should be proud of yourself.”

Her words made his cheeks flush a light pink, and he averted his eyes, mumbling a quiet “thank you.” Moments like these, where she praised him and treated him with such genuine kindness, were ones he held close to his heart. He had grown up feeling like a burden, but with Y/N, he felt seen and appreciated.

Atsushi sighed again, his voice softer now. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N. You’re… really important to me.”

The sincerity in his tone caught her off guard, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to respond. Instead, she let her fingers glide through his hair, offering him the comfort he sought.

Meanwhile, Kunikida had also settled into his own routine when it came to Y/N. He arrived at the bookstore three times a week, precisely on schedule, and immediately set to work. Despite her initial protests that his time was too valuable to spend on manual labor, he had become something of a regular helper around the shop.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to hire someone to help you with this?” Kunikida asked as he carried yet another heavy box to the back room. His brow was furrowed, a mixture of concern and irritation written across his face. “You shouldn’t be doing this alone.”

“I appreciate the offer, Kunikida, but I’ve managed just fine until now,” Y/N replied, a teasing lilt in her voice. “Besides, I think you secretly enjoy helping out.”

He scoffed, adjusting his glasses. “Enjoy is a strong word. I’m merely ensuring that you don’t overwork yourself again. Someone has to keep you in line.”

Despite his gruff demeanor, Kunikida’s actions spoke louder than his words. He went out of his way to lighten her load, meticulously organizing the boxes and offering advice on how to streamline her operations. Y/N found his fussing endearing, though she would never say it out loud.

As the days passed, Kunikida began to feel a sense of responsibility toward her. She had a quiet strength that he admired, but he couldn’t ignore the underlying exhaustion in her eyes. She was trying so hard to maintain her independence, but he could see the strain it was putting on her.

“I’ll be back on Friday,” he said firmly as he prepared to leave for the day. “If there’s anything else you need moved, make a list.”

Y/N smiled, her expression softening. “Thank you, Kunikida. You’re too kind.”

He adjusted his glasses again, his ears turning slightly red. “It’s nothing,” he muttered before making a hasty exit.

And then there was Dazai. Of all the members of the Agency, he was the most persistent—and the most infuriating. Every day, without fail, he would show up with a meal in hand, his charming smile and playful banter filling the room.

“Y/N-chan, I’ve brought you lunch!” Dazai announced as he waltzed into the store, a neatly packed bento box in one hand and a mischievous gleam in his eye. “You weren’t planning on skipping another meal, were you?”

Y/N sighed, placing a hand on her hip. “Dazai, I’m perfectly capable of feeding myself.”

“But why would you, when I can do it for you?” he countered, setting the bento down on the counter. “Besides, I wouldn’t want you to waste away. That would be a tragedy.”

Despite her protests, she couldn’t deny that his gestures were thoughtful. The meals he brought were always delicious, and though she hated to admit it, she had started looking forward to his daily visits.

“By the way,” Dazai said, leaning casually against the counter, “I’ve been thinking… wouldn’t it be nice if you joined the Agency? We could use someone like you.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Someone like me?”

“Smart, resourceful, and far too charming for her own good,” he replied, his tone teasing. “You’d fit right in.”

She rolled her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. “I think I’ll stick to running my bookstore, thank you.”

Dazai shrugged, unfazed by her rejection. “Well, the offer’s always open. And if you ever get tired of that husband of yours…” He let the sentence hang, his expression unreadable.

Y/N frowned, her gaze dropping to the floor. She didn’t understand why he kept making comments about her marriage, but they left her feeling uneasy. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to confront him about it.

The bell above the bookstore door jingled softly as Y/N turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, letting in the faint warmth of the morning sun. The familiar scent of old paper and wood polish greeted her, comforting as always. She stepped inside, flipping on the lights, and the shop came alive with a cozy glow. Books lined the shelves from floor to ceiling, and the quiet promise of a peaceful day filled her heart.

As Y/N moved toward the counter, arranging a few things here and there, the bell jingled again. She glanced up, expecting one of her regulars, but paused when she saw a man standing in the doorway. Dressed in his usual trench coat, a lollipop dangling lazily from his lips, Ranpo Edogawa stared at her with sharp, curious eyes.

“Ranpo,” she greeted, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

Ranpo sauntered in without a word, looking around the bookstore like it was the first time he’d seen anything like it. “I was in the neighborhood,” he said nonchalantly, though his gaze flickered with something more than casual curiosity. “Thought I’d drop by.”

Y/N chuckled, closing the door behind him. “Well, you’re welcome anytime. Can I get you anything? Tea, maybe?”

Ranpo waved her off, already walking toward one of the shelves. “Nah, I’m good. I just want to look around.”

Y/N watched him for a moment before heading back to the counter. She had met Ranpo briefly during her short stay at the Armed Detective Agency’s infirmary. He hadn’t said much then, but his presence had been hard to ignore. Now, as he wandered through her shop, picking up books and examining them with an air of disinterest that didn’t quite match the sharpness in his gaze, she found herself wondering what had brought him here.

Ranpo moved slowly, his fingers brushing over the spines of books as if he were cataloging every title in his mind. “Nice place you’ve got here,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at her. “How long have you been running it?”

“About three years,” Y/N replied, placing a tray of freshly baked cookies on the counter. She had made them that morning, a habit she’d developed to share something sweet with her regular customers. “It’s been my little sanctuary.”

Ranpo hummed, turning his attention back to the shelves. He didn’t speak for a while, and Y/N busied herself arranging some books on the counter. When he finally wandered over, he leaned against the counter, his sharp green eyes fixed on her. “You always this busy in the mornings?” he asked, nodding toward the empty shop.

Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head. “Not really. Most of my customers come in the afternoons. Mornings are usually quiet.”

Ranpo’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before dropping to the tray of cookies. “What’s this?” he asked, plucking one from the tray without waiting for an answer.

“Cookies,” Y/N said, amused. “Help yourself.”

He bit into the cookie, chewing thoughtfully. “Not bad,” he said after a moment, though the way he reached for a second one told her he thought they were more than just ‘not bad.’

Y/N leaned against the counter, watching him with a curious smile. “So, what brings you here, Ranpo? I don’t imagine you’re the type to wander into bookstores on a whim.”

Ranpo smirked, popping the rest of the cookie into his mouth. “Maybe I’m just curious about you.”

Her brow arched slightly. “Curious about me? Why’s that?”

He shrugged, but his gaze didn’t waver. “You’ve been hanging around with the Agency a lot lately. You’re… different.”

Y/N wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so she simply smiled and changed the subject. “You should take a few books with you. On the house.”

Ranpo shook his head. “Nah, I’ve got everything I need up here.” He tapped his temple, a self-assured grin spreading across his face.

Y/N chuckled. “I should’ve guessed.”

For a while, they lapsed into a comfortable silence. Ranpo continued to wander around the shop, occasionally picking up a book and flipping through it before setting it back down. Y/N went about her tasks, glancing at him now and then as she worked. There was something about him—something sharp and observant—that made her feel like he was seeing far more than she intended to show.

Finally, he made his way back to the counter, leaning against it once more. He reached for another cookie but paused, his expression shifting slightly. “So,” he said, his tone more serious now, “your husband’s coming home soon, huh?”

Y/N blinked at the sudden change in topic. “Yes,” she said, her smile softening. “Tomorrow, actually.”

Ranpo’s eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, Y/N thought she saw a flicker of something like disapproval cross his face. He bit into the cookie without saying anything, chewing slowly as if weighing his next words.

“You seem… happy about that,” he said finally, though his tone didn’t quite match the sentiment.

Y/N nodded, her smile unwavering. “Of course. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him.”

Ranpo studied her, his gaze piercing. “And he’s… good to you?”

The question caught her off guard, and she hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding again. “Yes. Why do you ask?”

Ranpo didn’t answer right away. He straightened up, his demeanor shifting back to his usual nonchalant self. “Just curious,” he said, brushing crumbs from his hands. “Well, I should get going.”

Y/N frowned slightly. “Already? You’re welcome to stay longer.”

Ranpo gave her a small, almost enigmatic smile. “Maybe next time.”

As he turned to leave, Y/N called after him. “Ranpo?”

He glanced over his shoulder, his lollipop back in his mouth. “Yeah?”

“Thanks for stopping by,” she said, her smile warm and genuine.

Ranpo’s eyes softened, and he gave her a slight nod before stepping out into the sunlight. The bell jingled as the door closed behind him, leaving Y/N alone once more. She watched the door for a moment, a faint sense of unease creeping into her chest. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something about Ranpo’s visit felt… different.

Shrugging off the feeling, she turned back to her tasks, telling herself that it was just her imagination. Tomorrow would be a new day, and she had plenty to do before her husband returned.

The bookstore was quiet, a haven of soft whispers between pages, the scent of old paper and freshly brewed tea mingling in the air. Y/N wiped her hands on her apron as she finished the last task of the day—wiping down the counter. It had been a long day, but the thought of her husband’s return made her feel lighter, her anticipation making the hours pass in a blur. Every tick of the clock reminded her that in just a little while, he would be home.

She couldn’t quite put her finger on what had changed, but the last few weeks had felt different. Since she had met Dazai and the others from the Armed Detective Agency, there had been a shift in her world. Dazai especially had become a presence she wasn’t sure how to handle. His kindness, the way he checked on her, the food he brought every day, and the way he made her laugh—sometimes, it felt as if she was only truly seen when he was around. She had begun to look forward to his visits, to the easy banter and the way he made her forget the silence that normally enveloped her life. Her husband, who was often distant, never truly seeing her, left her with a gnawing loneliness. Dazai had filled that void in ways she didn’t fully understand.

Today, however, was different. Her husband had promised to return after being away for weeks, and she was filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She had tried not to let herself get too hopeful, but the thought of him walking through the door, returning to their shared home—it made her heart race. Maybe this time, he would be different. Maybe he would stay longer, show her more attention, treat her like she deserved.

She finished the last of her work and turned the open sign to closed, locking the door behind her. As she moved toward the small apartment upstairs that served as her living space, she heard the soft jingle of the doorbell. The sound of the bell made her stop in her tracks. She turned slowly and saw Dazai standing in the doorway, a familiar grin on his face, and the ever-present bento box in his hand.

“Ah, just in time,” Dazai said, stepping inside with a quiet but purposeful stride. “I thought I’d bring you dinner. You’ve been so busy today, haven’t you?”

Y/N smiled at him, her heart still fluttering from the anticipation of her husband’s return. “Thanks, Dazai. You really don’t have to keep bringing me food.” But she couldn’t help the warmth that spread through her chest at his gesture. She had come to enjoy these little moments, and Dazai had a way of making her feel important in a way her husband hadn’t for a long time.

“I know I don’t have to,” he said, setting the bento on the counter. “But I want to. And besides, I wouldn’t want you to starve before your husband gets back.”

Y/N’s smile faltered just a little. “Yes, he’ll be back today,” she said, almost as if she was reassuring herself. “He’s been gone for so long, I don’t even remember the last time we spent time together. It feels like it’s been months… Maybe this time, he’ll stay longer. I think we could really use some time together.”

Dazai studied her with those piercing eyes, a trace of something unreadable in his gaze. “Hmm, I’m sure he’ll be back just like he promised,” he said softly, though there was a hint of something else in his tone. “It must be nice to look forward to someone coming home after so long.”

Y/N nodded, though a strange feeling began to stir in her chest. Dazai was standing a little closer now, his presence warm, and for some reason, it felt comforting. She couldn’t explain why, but she was acutely aware of the space between them. The hum of the shop seemed to fade away, and the only thing that remained was Dazai’s steady gaze.

She looked down at the counter, her fingers brushing against the bento box. “I really appreciate you bringing me food every day. It’s been… nice, having someone to talk to. I didn’t realize how lonely I’ve been until recently.”

Dazai took a step closer, his hand brushing gently against hers as he reached for the bento. “I’m glad I could help, Y/N,” he said, his voice lower now, more intimate. “But you don’t have to be lonely. I’m always here for you.” He paused, his smile softening, a touch of something serious flickering in his eyes. “I’ve always been here.”

The words hung in the air, and Y/N felt her pulse quicken. There was something in his voice, in the way he said it, that made her heart beat faster. She tried to brush it off, telling herself it was nothing, that Dazai was just being kind. But as he moved even closer, his presence filling the space between them, Y/N couldn’t help the nervous flutter in her stomach.

“I…” she started, but her words faltered when Dazai’s hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb grazing across her skin. She felt a rush of warmth flood through her, and for a moment, she could hardly think. She opened her mouth to say something—maybe to pull away, maybe to tell him that she couldn’t—but the words never came.

Instead, Dazai leaned in, his lips brushing against hers with a gentle, almost hesitant kiss. The sensation was electric, every nerve in her body seeming to light up as the kiss deepened. His hand moved to her back, pulling her closer, and she found herself melting against him, unable to move, unable to think.

Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to make sense of everything happening so quickly. Her husband was supposed to be coming home today. But right now, it was only Dazai, and all her thoughts seemed to disappear into the softness of his kiss.

She couldn’t pull away. It was as if she were caught in a trance, her body reacting before her mind had a chance to catch up. But then, just as quickly as the kiss began, Dazai pulled back, his gaze locking with hers.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. “You don’t need to be with someone who doesn’t see you for who you are. You deserve someone who will be there, who will appreciate you every single day.” His eyes softened, and he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her skin for a moment longer than necessary.

Y/N felt dizzy, her mind reeling from the kiss, from his words, from the sudden warmth she felt in her chest. She opened her mouth to say something, but her voice faltered as she felt the weight of her emotions pressing against her chest. She wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that what he said was true, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was doing something wrong. She had a husband—her husband—who she was supposed to be waiting for, someone who had promised to return today.

“I…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I can’t… I have to… he’ll be here soon.”

Dazai stepped back, giving her space, though his gaze remained intense, never leaving her face. “Of course,” he said softly, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “I understand. But remember, Y/N, I’m always here if you need someone.”

Y/N nodded, her heart still pounding in her chest. She turned away quickly, moving toward the staircase that led up to her apartment. As her feet hit the first step, she heard Dazai’s voice once more.

“Take care of yourself, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.”

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She was too lost in the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her, and the uncertainty of her feelings left her trembling as she climbed the stairs. She needed to be alone, needed to process everything that had just happened. The door to her apartment clicked shut behind her, and she leaned against it, trying to catch her breath.

Her mind kept racing, but there was one thought that stood out above all the others—Dazai had kissed her. And she had let him.

[gothicxreylover]

𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓���

Hello there strangers. This is a remake of my old introductions and updated version.

Fandoms I write for

Bungo Stray Dogs

OMORI

Identity V

Hazbin Hotel

Demon sayer

I would also warn that I'm barely going back into Hazbin Hotel so I apologize if characters are out of their personalities. I would also say that this is a Yandere blog so if you're uncomfortable with these types of stuff I would suggest you leave this blog.

Types of stuff I write

Fluff

Smut

Gore/horror

Angst

Funny/unhinged

Platonic

I would like to mention that if characters you ask are underage it would be strictly platonic. Like I said before I'm a yandere blog so underage characters behave would be based on personality. (If that makes sense) If the reader requests y/n to be a child with an adult character it would be platonic.

Things I don't write

Underage smut

Pedophile or other strange things

Weird kinks (trust me I had requests about weird kinks on Wattpad)

Non-consensual smut

And female reader

Female readers are still welcome to stay but y/n would be Gender neutral for all. I do accept male readers but if gender is not specific it would be Gender neutral.

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i’m a 21-year old university student (they/she) trying to make their way through life at the moment! i love all things classical from music (forever a twosetter) to literature, birds of all kinds, and anime / manga (currently obsessed with bungo stray dogs, especially stormbringer)!

as music is primarily the focus of my life (and my major, hehe), i’ve recently come back to writing to give myself something else to look forward to. i figured i’d pick up the pen again after having spent an entire lifetime holding the violin. ♡ i’ve been on tumblr for a while as a lurker, but this is the first time i’m actually writing for my blog and interacting with people!

that being said, i’d love to try my hand at doing x-readers and connecting with more people, so here’s a list of fandoms and characters i’m currently open to and willing to write for / comfortable with as well as my boundaries and interaction rules!

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tags: sonnet sings! 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ (posts) ; sonnet answers! ✉︎⨾𓍢ִ໋ (asks)

slots taken for requests: 6/5

✎ᝰ.ᐟ 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔:

bungo stray dogs (masterlist, works in progress)

armed detective agency: dazai osamu, nakajima atsushi, kunikida doppo, yosano akiko, edogawa ranpo, fukuzawa yukichi, tanizaki jun’ichiro

port mafia: nakahara chuuya, akutagawa ryuunosuke, akutagawa gin, higuchi ichiyou, tachihara michizou, mori ougai, ozaki kouyou, sakunosuke oda / odasaku, arthur rimbaud

stormbringer: paul verlaine, adam frankenstein, piano man, lippmann, iceman, doc, albatross

decay of angels / rats in the house of the dead: fyodor dostoyevsky, nikolai gogol, bram stoker, sigma, ivan goncharov, oguri mushitarou

hunting dogs: fukuchi ouchi, suehiro tecchou, saigiku jouno

the guild: f. scott key fitzgerald, lucy m. montgomery, louisa may alcott, edgar allan poe (more soon…)

government: sakaguchi ango, ayatsuji yukito, tsujimura mizuki

others: shibusawa tatsuhiko, agatha christie

STRICTLY PLATONIC / FAMILIAL: izumi kyouka, miyazawa kenji, tanizaki naomi, kyuusaku yumeno, buichirou shirase, yuan, okura teruko

note: for those who aren’t that far into the anime / manga yet, as there is a lot of double-crossing in the series, i’ve placed the characters in one group each to make them easier to find! and yes, i also write for BEAST!

✎ᝰ.ᐟ 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔:

i can…

write for almost all genres! i’m open to doing things from tooth-rotting fluff to heavy angst, headcanons to one-shots and drabbles, or a good ol’ comfort fic!

also write for smut / yandere! 18+ requests are allowed, but i will have to emphasize that MINORS SHOULD NOT INTERACT. although i can’t completely control what you decide to click on, i would be more comfortable if those under 18 don’t interact with any of my adult / nsfw content.

do requests! i’m currently accepting requests so as long as they’re within what i’ve listed above and the boundaries you are currently reading.

write for all sorts of pairings for character x reader! feel free to specify and i’ll try my best to write them for you (as long as those specifications are within boundaries, of course).

(for bungo stray dogs) write for light novel characters! they will, however, most likely be tagged with spoilers for those who haven’t read them yet.

i will NOT…

write any 18+ / nsfw content for minors—that includes both writing for the characters below 18 and entertaining the nsfw requests of anyone who is also below 18. any work regarding characters who are below 18 is STRICTLY PLATONIC / FAMILIAL. i also refuse to age them up to write them for romantic / nsfw works.

write for rape / non-con, pedophilia, heavy abuse, incest, etc. dark themes in general / dark fics / interactions with blogs who have dark themes are okay with me and i do enjoy them every now and then as long as they remain fiction, DO NOT INVOLVE CHILDREN / MINORS and aren’t too extreme nor do they promote / romanticize any of those listed (and those that fall under those terms) in real life, but writing for those topics and the process of writing for them in general makes me uncomfortable, so i personally don’t write for things like that. also, absolutely NO proshipping (ESPECIALLY with things that involve children / minors) here!

tolerate the usage of AI for creative work, and that includes sampling any of my work for any AI outputs. please refrain from using my written works as references to train / feed AI!

accept requests if i do not feel comfortable writing them in general. if it feels too extreme for me, i won’t bother. sorry!

be able to guarantee that i can publish things on time. i am still a full-time student and have other responsibilities outside social media!

✎ᝰ.ᐟ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔:

as usual, please be respectful! i generally don’t mind nsfw talk, but nothing directed at me or from ageless blogs / blogs run by those below 18.

DO NOT INTERACT if you are against the lgbtqia+ community / homophobic / transphobic, xenophobic, lolicon / shotacon, identify as a “MAP” (minor attracted person), ableist, sexist, proshipper, make jokes about rape, etc. this is a strict rule of mine as i do not want to make anyone uncomfortable on my blog and because you disgust me if you fall under any of those terms. you will not be tolerated and you will automatically be blocked. GO AWAY!

no personal venting / ranting, please. it is very likely that i do not know you personally, so please refrain from bombarding my inbox with personal issues!

no stealing, reposting, or copying any of my works! translations are allowed, but please ask first and credit me! i also have an ao3 account which i will link here soon.

IMPORTANT: if i’m doing something / have said something that makes anyone uncomfortable, PLEASE DO NOT HESITATE TO REACH OUT AND TELL ME! i’m still new to this whole tumblr thing so the last thing i want is to leave sour interactions with anyone here. ˊᴖˋ

now that all of that’s out of the way, thanks for scrolling this far! i hope to make friends with you guys and have some fun bringing back an old hobby of mine through my fandoms! feel free to fire away in my inbox! ♡

✎ . . . ᝰ.ᐟ

[imisssummer]

request rules (closed)

everything has to be x fem!reader, they should be answered within a week of submitting, and i’ll do pretty much anything (incest, non-con/rape, piss, age gaps, yandere, etc etc) except for scat!!! as for fandoms & characters—

masterlist

jujutsu kaisen

𖤐 — satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryoumen, nanami kento, choso kamo, megumi fushiguro, itadori yuji, mei mei, shoko ieiri, yuki tsukumo, toge inumaki, & okkotsu yuta.

hunter x hunter

𖤐 — chrollo lucifer, hisoka marow, illumi zoldyck, feitan portor, kurapika kurta, shalnark ryuseih, ging freecs, & pariston hill.

my hero academia

𖤐 — shota aizawa, shinsou hitoshi, dabi, hawks, shigaraki tomura, shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, endeavor, mirko, himiko toga, & amajiki tamaki.

haikyuu!!

𖤐 — rintaro suna, atsumu miya, osamu miya, eita semi, sakusa kiyoomi, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, ushijima wakatoshi, tendou satori, kita shinsuke, akaashi keiji, kageyama tobio, kozume kenma, kuroo tetsuro, bokuto koutarou, sawamura daichi, hinata shoyo, asahi azumane, tsutomu goshiki, & koshi sugawara.

tokyo revengers

𖤐 — mikey sano, draken ryuguji, haitani ran, haitani rindo, hakkai shiba, takashi mitsuya, chifuyu matsuno, kazutora hanemiya, taiju shiba, keisuke baji, shuji hanma, shinichiro sano, kurokawa izana, hajime kokonoi, seishu inui, & sanzu haruchiyo.

demon slayer

𖤐 — kyojuro rengoku, giyu tomioka, sanemi shinazugawa, tengen uzui (+ wives), muzan kibutsuji, akaza, doma, muichiro tokito, gyomei himejima, obanai iguro, mitsuri kanroji, & shinobu kocho.

attack on titan

𖤐 — levi ackerman, eren yeager, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, zeke yeager, reiner braun, hange zoe, erwin smith, jean kirstein, connie springer, & yelena.

bungo stray dogs

𖤐 — osamu dazai, atsushi nakajima, yukichi fukuzawa, ranpo edogawa, doppo kunikida, chuuya nakahara, ougai mori, ryuunosuke akutagawa, akiko yosano, fyodor dostoyevsky, nikolai gogol, tetcho suehiro, & edgar allen poe.

black butler

𖤐 — sebastian michaelis, ciel phantomhive, alois trancy, claude faustus, & undertaker.

kakegurui

𖤐 — moomobami ririka, momobami kirari, ikishima midari, jabami yumeko, saotome mary, & yuriko nishinotouin.

[nightsadness]

Hi! I thought I'd take applications. Call me "Undertaker" (pronouns she/her) I'm 19 years old and I'm not a native English speaker, but I'm slowly learning , so far my level is A2.

I write: angst, fluff, yandere, headcanons, reactions, romance

I might write: smut, NSFW.

I don't write: yaoi, yuri, pedophilia, plots based on real murders, racism, excessive violence, coprophilia, incest.

Mortal Kombat

Bungo stray dogs

That's not my Neighbor

Mortal Kombat:

Sub-Zero (Noob Saibot/Kuai Liang/Bi-Han), Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi), Erron Black, Kabal, Raiden, Johnny Cage, Liu Kang, Reptile, Shang Tsung, Kung Lao, Smoke, Night wolf, Rain, Fujin

Bungo Stray Dogs

Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Ranpo Edogawa, Mori Ogai, Kenji Miyazava, Rando (Arthur Rimbaud), Saigiku Jōno, Edgar Allan Poe, Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, Sigma

That's not my neighbor:

Francis Mosses, Steven Rudboys, Angus Ciprianni, Izaack Gauss.

I also write for absolutely any female characters x fem!readers (any relationship BUT NOT YURI!!!!).

[waterkittywriting]

🎀 Introduction 🎀

Hello!! My name is Lilian, I'm eighteen, and I've very recently gotten into writing. (Still learning, be patient with me!) I thought Tumblr would be a nice place to practice, especially with my favorite shows.

All ages can interact with sfw work, under sixteen please DNI with NSFW writings, I'm comfortable w this age level as I recently turned 18 :)

Request Rules ↓↓↓

🎀 What I will write for 🎀

Bungo Stray Dogs

Danganronpa (V3, UDG, DR5)

The Promised Neverland

Kakegurui

Stranger Things

Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun

🎀 What I will write 🎀

Pretty much everything, I'm comfortable writing proships / darkships (abuser x victim, brother x sister, etc), I will write fluff, smut, angst, hurt/comfort, yandere, and basically every kink, including what most people won't write like ddlg, age play, piss kink, etc

🎀 What I won't write 🎀

Scat

Breeding kink

Feedirsm or food play (only because I'm terrible at writing it)

Parent x daughter / son(due to personal trauma)

Smut of characters under 18

🎀 My favorite characters / people I will write for most. 🎀

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

Nakajima Atsushi

Chuuya Nakahara

Edogawa Ranpo

Rantaro Amami

Nene Yashiro

Tsukasa Yugi

Kou Minamoto

I will write for other characters these are just my favs!!

[halaxia]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。 request rules !

please refer to these before requesting anything as if the request doesn’t abide by these rules then i won’t be writing it, thank you!!!

please specify the gender pronouns you would like for me to use and if you would like nsfw to be afab reader or not—otherwise, i will write requests for a gender-neutral reader :)

not what you were looking for?

— what i won’t write :

- rape, noncon, etc.

- smut (i’m bad at it)

- incest

- male!reader

- any kinks including intense physical/mental harm

- eating disorders

- pregnancy/miscarriage

- yandere

— what i will write :

- pretty much anything else lol

- suggestive content

- fem!reader, gn!reader, afab!reader

- suicidal themes (not overly graphic)

- fluff, angst, dark content (as long as it abides by the rules above)

- alternate universes

thank you for reading :)

— who i write for :

this list is changing often—if you don’t see a character here you would like to request, shoot me and ask and i’ll let you know if i’ll write them or not :) (bolded characters are who i enjoy writing the most)

attack on titan

╰┈➤ eren yeager, levi ackerman, jean kirschtein, connie springer, armin arlert, bertholdt hoover, reiner braun, porco galliard.

bleach

╰┈➤ kurosaki ichigo, abarai renji, kuchki byakuya, hisagi shuhei, urahara keisuke, uryu ishida, shihoin yoruichi, aizen sosuke, ayasegawa yumichika, ichimaru gin, ukitake jushiro, hirako shinji, kira izuru, ulquiorra cifer, grimmjow jaegerjaquez.

bungo stray dogs

╰┈➤ dazai osamu, akutagawa ryunosuke, fukuzawa yukichi, nakajima atsushi, edogawa ranpo, nakahara chuuya.

chainsaw man

╰┈➤ hayakawa aki, denji, power, hirofumi yoshida.

demon slayer

╰┈➤ kamado tanjiro, uzui tengen, rengoku kyojuro, tomioka giyuu, iguru obanai.

final fantasy vii

╰┈➤ cloud strife, sephiroth

jojo’s bizarre adventure

╰┈➤ joseph joestar, caesar zepelli, kujo jotaro, kakyoin noriyaki, higashikata josuke, kishibe rohan, jolyne kujo.

jujutsu kaisen

╰┈➤ geto suguru, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, itadori yuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta, nanami kento, mahito, kamo choso, higuruma hiromi, shiu kong.

my hero academia

╰┈➤ dabi, shigaraki tomura, hawks, shoto aizawa, todoroki shoto.

obey me!

╰┈➤ lucifer, mammon, asmodeus, leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor, satan, barbatos, simeon, soloman.

one piece live action

╰┈➤ roronoa zoro, sanji, shanks, luffy

spy x family

╰┈➤ loid forger.

the disastrous life of saiki k

╰┈➤ saiki kusuo, kaido shun, kuboyasu aren.

tokyo ghoul

╰┈➤ kaneki ken, nagachika hideyoshi, nishio nishiki.

vinland saga

╰┈➤ thorfinn, canute.

[editingrosecastle]

𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽

Last updated: 04/16/2024

Bolded = Whitelist (if you request one of these fandoms/characters, there is a chance I'll get it out faster ;))

MILGRAM

Twisted Wonderland

Blue Lock

Project Sekai

Danganronpa

Fanganronpas (DRDT + DRRB)

Assassination Classroom

Food Wars

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail (1st only)

DDLC

Fullmetal Alchemist

Bungo Stray Dogs

Attack on Titans

Romantic Killer

Komi Can't Communicate

MHA/BNHA

Black Butler

SpyxFamily

Demon Slayer

Oshi no ko is selective

If you don't see a fandom listed, just ask me and I'll see if I can do it anyways!

My favorite characters to do!

Yuno Kashiki, Haruka Sakurai, Mikoto Kayano, Shidou Kirisaki, Mahiru Shiina, Deuce Spade, Ace Trappola, Epel Felmier, Azul Ashengrotto, Riddle Roseheart, Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Mikage Reo, Ichika Hoshino, Tsukasa Tenma, Rui Kamishiro, Nene Kusanagi, Toya Aoyagi, Honami Mochizuki, Mafuyu Asahina, Kyoko Kirigiri, Hajime Hinata, Shuichi Saihara, Korekiyo Shinguji, David Chiem, Charles Cuevas, Hu Jing, Sayori, Yuri, Ranpo Edogawa, Ai Hoshino, Akane Kurokawa

Blacklist (What I will NOT make edits for, NO EXCEPTIONS!!!)

Real people (Youtubers/Celebrities/live action fictional sources, etc.), Yandere sim + fan projects of yansim, Miraculous Ladybug, Rick and Morty, Steven Universe, Scott Pilgrim, DSMP, Helluva Boss (Hazbin Hotel is on thin ice), Your Boyfriend, Country Humans (Hetalia is iffy for me, ask me first), DRA + SDRA2, Arturo Giles, Subaru Mimasaka, Ruby Hoshino, Shipping edits, L0li/Sh0ta stuff (just no...), NSFW stuff, pr0shitter stuff (fuck off, I don't want any gross ppl here), anything for systems, or just any problematic media in general!

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝚂𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙴

➛ yandere!male headcannons × fem/gn!reader

title page┆word count: 0.4k┆warnings: second-person pronouns, kidnapping, manipulation, murder, obsessive behavior, stalking, toxic relationships, yandere themes┆a/n: would you believe me when I say I’m starting a bsd phase? would you believe that I am obsessed with ranpo?

general ! yandere ! ranpo edogawa hc’s x g/n ! reader

❝ you’re so sweet… why can’t I have a bite? ❞

Ranpo Edogawa would be a manipulative and obviously toxic yandere, mainly in guilt tripping and staking.

It’s not surprising that the “Worlds Greatest Detective” knows everything about you. From your favorite color to the average time you go sleep every night. So manipulating you would be as easy as solving a case is to him.

But him having knowledge of literally everything about wasn’t even the scariest thing about him; it was the constant feeling of eyes watching you that was much more frightening. You wouldn’t have ever suspected Ranpo of being a stalker.

On top of that, he’s a really clingy, attention starved brat. Even if you two are in a relationship not, he’ll make flirtatious and occasionally suggestive remarks towards you and never fail to bring you both into a firm embrace whenever you two see each other. Totally not to make others who may like you horribly jealous.

And the craziest thing about this, he doesn’t even try to hide his overwhelming attraction towards you. From the stalking to the flirting. He doesn’t care.

If you ever were to confront him about his embarrassing and inappropriate behaviors he’d only make up an excuse or ignore you like an immature child. Getting him to explain would be more difficult than you thought.

Moving on, I do believe that Ranpo would eliminate others who pose as “threats” against your relationship with him. But before resulting to murder, he would try his best to run them off psychologically.

He believes that murder isn’t always the only option to get rid of someone. A playful joke or what some may call a “threat” may be enough.

Making an overly complicated and difficult to decipher murder would be a piece of cake to Ranpo. He’s a “gifted” detective, after all. Covering up a murder without a trace would be easy. It’s just not something he’d prefer to do.

When kidnapping you, he’ll more so hold you hostage rather than kidnapping. Not only is it easier but you have that trust instilled inside you that he wouldn’t do anything bad to you when you both were alone. But I guess you were wrong.

In conclusion, Ranpo is a psychotic, manipulative, and clingy yandere. By far one of the scariest ones due to his supernatural deduction abilities.

My first bsd post!! I fear my danganronpa phase has come to an end :(

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