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lotus02lavish · 1 year

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➳ The Introduction, proceed?

˚ >>> ༘♡ ·˚꒰ᥕᥱᥣᥴ᥆꧑ᥱ t᥆ ꧑ᥡ bᥣ᥆g!꒱ ₊˚ˑ☆༄

"Congratulations, you have arrived to seek the world of the internet and dive into your wild fantasies." - Yours sincerely, Lotus

⇨ She/her! (Female) ** (ISFP) ➳ Adventurer

↳ Scorpio / Water / 06 - November - 2006

⇛ Known as: Loyalty Setsuko (Lotus)

| This is a side fanfiction blog |

❝I could be your girl Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl But would you love me If I ruled the world, world, world?❞

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ˚₊꒷˚︶ɞ₊˚︶︶꒷꒦˚⊹๑‧₊ ᘏ ︶꒷︶₊·⊹๑ ࿐

⇨ REQUEST / RULES /GUIDELINES

The Seven Fandoms 🍿:

A.(っ◔◡◔)っ All Characters that are available:

Lego Ninjago ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Series (Pilot to Crystalized) or Movie! 《I'm getting lazy watching The Dragon Rising seasons, I'm sorry》

Lego Monkie Kid (LMK)

The Lego Movies (1 & 2)

Minecraft Story Mode (MCSM)

The Spectacular SPIDER-MAN (TSSM)

༄ Whatever character(s) you question for according in those fandoms, I am happy to making it. Just go wild to request me and no character(s) limits! 👍🏻 I like to consider this as a challenge to be more active, and not being a lazy cat. 🐱

B. (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) Only Two Characters Allowed:

↳ Samurai Jack = ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Samurai Jack and Aku

↳ The Stanley Parable: Ultra Deluxe (TSPUD) = ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Stanley and the Narrator

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ˚₊꒷˚︶ɞ₊˚︶︶꒷꒦˚⊹๑‧₊

Things I would write for joy ✌🏻:

Reader Inserts (You) x Canon Characters 💕

Headcanons 🧠

Oneshots 💎

Drabbles 🌟

↳ If your request does not mention what is the Reader's gender, then I will choose the neutral or Non-binary (They/them). Female and Male genders are okay 👏🏻 But, I don't understand writing about Trans, I'm sorry 😔

Fluff/Comfort/platonic 💝

The Yandere mode 🌹

Alternate Universes (AUS) 🎭

Genre: Romance, Angst, friendship, fantasy, action, family, Horror, and Comedy. ✍🏻

࿐──────⊱◈◈◈⊰──────࿐✧̣̇ . ⋆ ✶ ˖ · ˳ . ✦ . ˚

What I do not allowed to write 🤚🏻:

Incest. 😶

Racism. 😐

NSFT(Not Safe For Tumblr)/18+ content. 🤐

Your OC x canon fictional characters. 👋🏻

༄ If you ever dared to request one of those three prohibitions, I will delete your ask immediately.

(っ◔◡◔)っ──────⊱◈◈◈⊰──────

☆ Your request might take a long time to be fulfilled for these reasons:

I am not an Ai (Artificial Intelligence) to post in the speed of light. Pretty please and begging, be patient with me here.

Author's block, overwhelming of stress, and distraction will strike me. Sometimes I would consume myself into burnt outs.

Lots of scheming with my imaginary mind until I am satisfied, rewatching, also researching.

Finding the right words in grammar of English.

My personal life likes to be busy involved.

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Also, your request need to a explanation that I would understand and not short. Don't be too long like a full scroll of paragraph either though 🗿

DO NOT STEAL / COPY AND PASTE MY POSTS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION TO ANY WEBSITES/APPS, YO! 💥

Bonus: Requests are always open every time with nonstop and I need to finish them one by one! So, I don't mind of new requests everyday 💝

I'm still learning English to be a better writer and speaker!

➳ volυмe: ▁▂▃▄▅▆▇▉

Applications (aps) or Websites I am in for writing stories you can find me:

1.》 Wattpad = @Loyalty_Setsuko ["Shut up bi-atch."]

2.》 Quotev = @LoyaltyLotusSetsuko [Lazy]

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⊰❣⊱ Status Report: Currecty writing, KID WITH AUSTIMS KICKS IN

"Thank you so much by taking your time for reading all of this information board. With that said, see you very soon and late to fellow beloved readers in the entire world! 👋🏻"

"old times, same loop, and new places...All together to the end." ♡

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beau-regards · 2 years

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Akutagawa shower drabble headcannon brain dump thing

Warnings: suggestive, I'm sure you can imagine what happened after he said what he said, 16+ post

because there isn't nearly enough content for him, or because I burn through fanfics like fire and paper idk

Imagine you're at the sink, getting ready for whatever you're doing whether that be going to bed or goring out and Akutagawa is in the shower next to you, washing his somehow frail AND well built body

Considering the wealth he possesses, you can be sure that you both reside in a nice house

I can imagine his bathroom looking somewhat like this, so that's what I'm going off of aajsbsjans

It took what felt like eons of built up time spent together for him to have this much trust in you.

Like, he's litterally in the fucking shower butt naked (would pay to see that) and washing his body like. If that doesn't scream trust idk what does

you're just trying to admire him by taking quick glances, don't wanna linger your stare for too long

"I can feel you looking at me."

your heart stops oh my god he wasn't supposed to know, quick think of something witty

"I can't look at my boyfriend when he's at his absolute sexiest?"

Zero shame in saying that. None.

now it's his turn to malfunction..good job. You broke him.

Spends a good 10 sec trying to think of a response, or rather, decide if he should say it or not

Tetering between telling you to get the fuck out of his bathroom or play into your dirty thoughts that you're most likely having

Goes with the latter because, why the hell not

"You could have a better view to admire if you were in here with me."

Something just meowed, nobody in the house owns a cat tho.

If you enjoyed this, you'll love Workplace Fun idk unless you're not into what its about lmao

#•◌༉‧xiaoish writes #i usually write for genshin but im having aku brainrot rn so #akutagawa fuckers wya #ryunosuke akutagawa #aku x reader #akutagawa x reader #bsd akutagawa #ryunosuke akutagawa x reader

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lynxxyyy · 7 months

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Fanfic writers say “bad writing” and drops the most toe curling mouth watering shit ever

#Lynx.thoughts💭#bsd x reader #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #megumi x reader #gojo x reader #gojo angst #nanami x reader #inumaki x reader #aku!! <3 #bsd x you #bsd x reader smut #bsd x y/n #bsd akutagawa drabbles #genshin x reader

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ilyhaitanii · 7 months

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crybaby ft. alhaitham

sfw. reader is a crybaby, and has a fever, they don’t live together, but it’s implied they’re dating. maybe ooc? (idk this is how i imagine him. he v much has a sweet spot for his darling)

this is not the first time alhaitham has found you fast asleep in the most bizarre places. he’s found you asleep on your bathroom floor, on the stairs leading up to the house of daena, hell, even flat on the dining table. today, however, he finds you asleep by your front door.

he was making his way to work. a thick rainstorm the previous night had made the whether muggy and sticky. he groans slightly as he feels his clothes stick of his skin uncomfortably. however, when he spots you fast asleep on your porch, he deadpans.

upon closer inspection, alhaitham finds that your clothes are also sticking to you. your hair is damp, the ends coiled due to being wet. and your bag is underneath the bench, perfectly dry. he sigh, rubbing his temples. he’s going to be late.

he crouches down to your level, a hand gently shaking your shoulders. he watches as your lashes flutter against your cheeks, brows furrowing as your being awaken from your peaceful slumber.

“sweetheart,” he says in an uncharacteristically soft voice. your eyes stutter as they open, the bright light of the sky hurting your eyes. they soon land on alhaitham, who has a concerned look on his face.

now that he’s even closer to you, he can see the flush on your cheeks indicating your body is warm. silently, he takes a hand to your forehead. you’re burning up.

your throat feels scratchy, your back and limbs are aching in pain. so much so that you start to tear up. your lip trembles as you watch his expression contort. he gently picks you up in his arms, shushing you to calm down. he has so many questions. how did this happen, why did this happen, why didn’t you call him? however, he doesn’t say anything.

one arm holding you, he slings your bag over his shoulder. “keys?” he asks softly. you shake your head, unsure as to where they are. he sighs having fully grasped the situation. “you got locked out again, didn’t you?” you weakly hum in reply, tears rolling down your cheeks.

you’re embarrassed, sick, and achy. all you want to do is change your clothes and go to sleep. he holds you bridal style, keeping you close to him. you curl into his chest, eyes screwed shut. you sob into his chest, your ears flushed due to embarrassment. alhaitham truly doesn’t mind it. “i’m sorry,” you sob loudly.

alhaitham feels sweat lining on his forehead, hair sticking to it. he feels the way your tears make his clothes stick more to him and it makes his patience run very thin.

he’s irritated, hot, sweaty, but when you feels the way you tremble in his arms, it all melts away. he can save the lecturing for later, for now he’ll take you to his home, carefully bathe and change you, and allow you to sleep. he’ll make yakhni soup for you, feed you medications, and whisper sweet things into your ears. “its okay, mahiya. let’s get you home, hm?”

alhaitham finds himself less irritated as he stirs the yakhni soup and is in the comfort of his home. bear slippers clad his feet as he look around his house. the sight of the furniture makes him cringe, but knowing it angers kaveh makes him feel a little satisfied. he thinks back to all the silly scenarios you get yourself (and by proxy him) into.

he remembers the time you got stuck in a tree because a you were trying to help an injured bird. you cried like a baby, scared for your life. he reminisces on the time where you couldn’t decide between pomegranate or oranges for making a dessert one night and sobbed due to frustration. you’re such a crybaby, he thinks. but honestly, deep in alhaitham’s heart, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#al haitam x reader #alhaitham fluff #al haitham fluff #alhaitham x reader #genshin fluff #// aku genshin mlist #// haitham <3

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luffyvace · 2 months

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Akutagawa as your boyfriend ☀︎

Umm happy late b day Aku…😭 I’m totally super late for this I KNOW. But! I’m doing it anyway! >:3 late or not :P Plus I Just wanted to write for him since I really like this dude (〃ω〃) (Light blood, death and killing mentions but not in detail)

Akutagawa b day hcs first >;}

planning everything out and hiding it from him is kind of a task. 😅 the guy’s pretty stealthy himself so ya gotta make sure he doesn’t sneak up on you while your prepping things.

Buuut with the help of everyone from the port mafia (except Mori- joking! he does help but Elise does 90% of the work) you planned a mini party <3

Gin got the food! (Figs and tea enters chat)

Higuchi got the decorations! (streamers, balloons, tables, chairs)

Hirotsu keeps akutagawa busy (tea and chatting LOL)

Elise makes the banners (hints poorly drawn dead versions of everyone—extra blood for aku<3)

Kajii makes (lemon shaped) confetti poppers!!

Koyo hosted/recorded it all 💗

Chuuya brought wine and the cake (both were really expensive and tasty good job Chuuya)

Q brought lots of presents!! :3

Annnnd Tachihara! Brought some ~port mafia style~ party games (you played mafia LOL)

now general relationship things 😚

He treats you like how he does Gin, there is peace between the two of you and you have friendly interactions. (Romantic as well, for you) he will even go as far as to do favors for you but we’ll dabble in that more later ☆)

acts of service is his #1 love language. There’s no convincing me otherwise. When I say ‘he will do anything for you’ besides killing this is what I mean. You really don’t have to ask either. I talk about this some more later but, examples: done with your plate? He’ll take it. He remembers you said you needed xyz, he got it for you. You said you wanted to ____ but you fell asleep, so he did it.

hope you get along with Gin because to continue a relationship with him past 2 minutes, you need to. He will never choose friends over family. I stand on that.

honest man.

Its canon, of course this would apply to a relationship too :)

you never have to worry about him lying, thankfullly. the bad news is…this guy isn’t just honest..he’s brutally honest 😀

which he’s not dumb, but he’s also not one to pacify feelings. So say you created something and you’ve been working on this piece for a while now, (whether your an artist, writer, sculptor, something else—whatever), he takes a look at it and singlehandedly points out all the flaws 🧍‍♀️

not in a rude way-

just genuinely telling your mistakes. Which- I know can hurt because you spent a lot of time on it…..but as lest you can fix it now..? 🤷‍♀️

He respects you. Of course he does! How could you love someone you don’t respect?!

why I’m mentioning this then?? Because to him, respect is very important. There’s few that he respects personally and not because of his job.

like Dazai (sorta bc of his job but shh), Gin or Atsushi (somewhat)

And just to clear it up those he has respect for because of his job would be mori or hirotsu

so the fact that you have his respect is a mile stone!! 👯‍♀️💃💃

He’s loyal but it ain’t a fault 😋🤪

seriously tho this dude is still chasing Dazai even after he “disgraced the mafia’s name” and left to the ada

So for you?? This is simply proof that he ain’t neva leavin you, and you ain’t neva leavin him 😙 (I don’t make the rules)

even If he disagrees with your actions/opinions he will talk it out with you 😱

now he might sound a bit upset, and if your acting absolute bonkers rn and need some sense smacked into you- he might yell too. But that’s mostly if it’s for your well being.

other than that, yes the hotheaded Ryuu will calm down for you (that kinda rhymes ☝️🤓)

Bonus!:

living with the Akutagawa’s! ( ✌︎'ω')✌︎

going more into acts of service, you and Gin hardly ever have to worry about chores or errands

he doesn’t really do it for the purpose of your validation, and genuinely doesn’t expect a thank you either

”hm? Oh…it’s nothing.”

Is his response when you try to thank him

he does it because he’s responsible not for praise

although I will say, seeing as though he has a lot of respect for you, as I said earlier, you may get a semi flustered/shocked facial expression

not necessarily blushing, just a expression that shows it caught him off guard ;P

Its not uncommon to see him cleaning around the house and asking if you have any laundry

housewife Ryuunosuke LOL 😂

When goes out to get groceries he asks you and Gin if there’s anything specific you want him to buy and if yes, he’ll get it for you

just like in the anime with Gin, he doesn’t mind doing favors for you as well <3

if you decide you wanna clean up or go to the store yourself he won’t stop you and be like ‘nonono I got it you sit down 🥺’. I don’t mean this in a bad way but he’s not a gentleman on purpose

I feel he’s the type of guy to do things that you consider gentlemanly but he just considers it being polite

oh it’s fine he’s got the groceries 👌

got a order for pick up? Oh well he was going out anyway, he’ll get it 🤷

he’s got the door 👍

don’t worry about the bill he’ll pay it (restaurant or house bill 😉)

another thing…! ♡

sometimes when you and Gin wanna watch a movie but Ryuu’s still doing the dishes….

Rashomon!

do the dishes :3 (while he watches the movie with you guys)

I wasn’t gonna write these at first but I’m real glad I did! I love these and finally wrote for our guy Ryuunosuke!!

WHEN I TYPED DAZAI’S NAME IT AUTOCORRECTED FO DASANI AT FIRST HAHAHHAHA

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inkykeiji · 1 year

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got me praying, man this hunger, and feeling something rotten

characters: akutagawa ryuunosuke x fem!reader x nakahara chuuya

genre: smut

notes: just a lil something about aku jerking off as chuuya fucks the life out of you hehe! please heed the warnings and stay safe! | title credit: sit next to me by foster the people

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, aku being a dirty nasty little voyeur, pretend siblings as a habit and inside joke between reader and chuuya (only mentioned once briefly and not by them), akutagawa’s pov, two mentions of mori, reader is an assassin, size difference (chuuya is taller than reader), minimal prep, rough sex, noncon secret audio recording, aku’s kinda toxic in his thoughts and ideals

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synopsis:

One final glance, he promises himself as he straightens up, already starved for another glimpse of you, belated grey eyes floating to your form again. Your head lolls to the side as dainty fingers trace the ridges of Chuuya’s spine, your hazy gaze connecting with gunmetal, keeping his stare captive for a moment—pinioning him down, bolting his body in place, slashing him wide open to peel back his skin and pry apart his bones and examine his insides, the very deepest and darkest parts of himself, reveling in the way he squirms and fawns and bears it all to you, holding himself open for you, always—before, at last, you wink.

You knew. You’ve known all along.

Despite the fact that Akutagawa always dutifully attends these extravagant work Galas—parties thinly veiled beneath the word ‘functions’ that Mori enjoys throwing for ‘networking purposes’, held at one of his many mansions scattered across Japan—you’d be hard pressed to actually locate him at any of them.

Usually, he finds a quiet corner, hidden and out of the way, to spend the night in—far from the commotion and the conversations and the crowds.

Tonight, however, he leans against the railing of the mansion’s balcony, overlooking the ballroom, a glass of half-finished champagne dangling between slim fingers, and he watches.

Because tonight, something has enraptured his attention.

This is the first Gala you’ve been permitted to attend, limited spaces reserved for upper-level Port Mafia members only.

A blur of crimson and onyx, you whirl across the marble floor in Chuuya’s arms, narrowly but expertly avoiding the other couples, your fingers loosely interwoven behind his neck, playing with the little curling tufts of copper at the nape, his hands on your lower back, fingers splayed wide, tips resting on the swell of your ass.

Like Akutagawa’s little sister, you too were born with no ability. You had been brought in to fill the gaping hole Kyouka’s absence has left—the role of an unassuming assassin; cute, sweet, deadly—and had been doing a fair job so far despite the fact that you’re an adult, with Chuuya assigned to train you in hand-to-hand combat, and Gin to train you in stealth.

It’s a position Akutagawa has refused for his own younger sister many times.

But your talents seem to be befit for it, effortlessly able to morph into whatever countenance the job calls for—the sweet, naive little girl; the playful, saucy little minx; the sad, desperate little baby—resulting in both men and women instantly lowering their guard around you (there’s no way such a sweet thing could ever be dangerous, right?) just before you strike and slit their throat from ear to ear.

Your laughter rings out over the crowd, gently tugging him from his thoughts, eyes drawn back to your form. You’ve ceased your dancing, Chuuya using his full body weight to back you against the wall as you giggle and gaze up at him, caged between his chest and plaster.

Large hands are pressed flat, fingers splayed, on either side of your shoulders as his hips keep your thighs spread, your obscenely tiny cocktail dress stretched as far as it can be, ridden-up material cutting into your skin.

Chuuya’s talking to you, his body closing in on yours—tighter and tighter and tighter—as his lips work, their movements soft and smooth as silk. Akutagawa can barely imagine the words that must be flowing from his skilled mouth.

Your eyes are dark, glittering beneath Chuuya’s shadow, daring him to do all of the things he’s murmuring to you. His forehead pushes against your own, mouths so close his lips must be brushing yours as he speaks, and Akutagawa cranes his neck, attempting to achieve a better view.

It’s absolutely disgusting, deplorable, that the two of you are acting in such a manner, let alone in public, and Akutagawa can hardly believe no one is objecting to something so obscene. Disgust unfurls in his belly, sticky and thick and tainted with a coat of acidic jealousy, snuffing out the few flares of inexplicable, unmistakable desire.

“They seem a little close for siblings, don’t you think?”

“That’s because they aren’t real siblings,” Higuchi responds dutifully, head bowed slightly. “It’s a lie they used to use when they were kids, to con people into giving them money or food. I guess they just...Haven’t fully grown out of it yet,” she shrugs.

Ah. That makes more sense; the two of you look nothing alike. Briefly, Akutagawa wonders if Mori knows this, and concludes that he probably does—probably did, the moment Chuuya brought you into his office, introducing you as his ‘little sister’ and asking for a job.

“How do you know this?”

“I know things,” she says, body bristling, a little defensive. “I hear things, you know,” she makes a vague motion with her hand as way of explanation.

He doesn’t know, but he doesn’t care enough press the issue. He supposes it doesn’t matter either way.

“Wait,” Higuchi begins slowly, turning to look at her superior with widened eyes. “Why are you interested?”

“No reason,” he responds, downing his drink before shoving the gleaming champagne flute at her. “Get me another one of these.”

And then she’s off, nodding and murmuring his honorific to herself as she bustles away, nothing more than a bothersome bug, swatted away with a single sweep of his hand.

Grey eyes scan the crowd again, picking you out with practiced ease, something hard and heavy sinking in his chest when he finds both of your hands in one of Chuuya’s, a devious smile painted across your face as you back away, leading him into the shaded depths of the hallway, Chuuya’s steps languid and lazy as he allows you to pull him along willingly, readily.

Akutagawa’s body is moving before his mind can even comprehend it, forcibly switched into autopilot as it desperately follows you, allowing your aura to string him along like a dog on a leash, lovesick, hopeless.

It’s easy to tail the two of you, easy to hide behind pieces of mahogany furniture and large houseplants entirely undetected as you stumble down the dim hallways, legs entwined and lips locked, tripping over each other’s ankles only to catch yourselves a second before you tumble to the floor.

The sound of spit-slicked lips slipping and smacking echoes around the two of you—a borderline grotesque sound, sopping and squeaky—but neither seem to care, entirely absorbed in one another to notice much of anything at all.

It’s almost as if you’re attempting to devour each other, mouths smashing together as you attempt to swallow the other’s tongue, the drool leaking from the corners smeared across your chins and your jaws, shimmering in the low light; ravenous hands pawing at the hem of your dress and the buckle of his belt, gripping and tugging with a sort of unparalleled urgency—something Akutagawa has certainly never seen before, much less experienced himself—fingers vying and nails starved for the naked flesh of one another.

The two of you fall into the first open door you come across—a bedroom, you got lucky, one of many vacant rooms in this creaky old manor.

It isn’t exactly uncommon for Port Mafia members to stay the night, especially if they’ve had too much to drink or sniff or swallow. Akutagawa assumes you’ll be staying the night this time, too.

You must be really fucking drunk—or maybe you just don’t care, unbothered by the thought of someone walking in, of someone seeing—because Chuuya doesn’t even shut the door properly, giving the corner a halfhearted kick in a poor attempt to close it as the two of you stagger past it, the latch bouncing against its strike plate, failing to catch and click into place.

Well, if it truly doesn’t matter to you that much, then it doesn’t matter if Akutagawa stays to watch, right? Surely Chuuya would’ve taken the time and care to fully close the door, to make sure it was shut good and tight, if this was an issue or concern for either of you, wouldn’t he?

Of course he would have.

So it shouldn’t be a problem when Akutagawa presses a cheek against the ornate doorframe, the gap left by the door just wide enough for him to use a singular eye to peep in.

“Chuu—ah!” you’re crying out as Chuuya shoves you onto the bed, a dark chuckle oozing from his lips.

The mattress dimples beneath his hands and knees as he crawls over your heaving body, sitting back on your thighs.

“I want this off,” he’s saying, words slurred slightly, fingers creeping beneath the hem of your satiny dress and pushing upward; up past your hips, past your waist, past your breasts, until your arms are raising obediently, allowing him to tug the garment from your body completely.

Scarlet lace, delicate and imbued with tiny gems, coats the most intimate curves and contours of your body, bra glittering in the golden light with each rise of your chest.

“Fuck,” Chuuya breathes as he looks down at you, palms sliding up your stomach to grab at your breasts.

Akutagawa agrees—you look fucking breathtaking, all smooth dew-kissed skin that almost shimmers in the low light, undoubtedly softer than anything he’s ever touched, sweeter than anything he’s ever tasted, mouth watering at the thought; and a pair of jewels for eyes, shaded by thick lashes, that beg Chuuya to do all the things Akutagawa wishes he could do to you, all the things that Akutagawa’s wanted to do to you since the moment he saw you, all of the things he’s sure Chuuya had been murmuring to you only minutes ago, the heel of his palm grinding into his already hard cock through his trousers.

“I can’t wait to fucking ruin you,” Chuuya continues, the words still airy on his tongue, eyes still glued to your tits as his fingers grasp and knead and massage, and you laugh—a pretty little melody that has your neck arching off the pillow—a teasing little smile spread across your lips; bold, enticing.

“Well, get on with it already,” you say, and Chuuya’s hands cease their movement.

For a moment everything is still, your connected gazes thick and unblinking—challenging, almost—and Akutagawa expects him to hit you, a backhand hard enough to whip your head to the side, to leave an imprint of knuckles across your cheek, but Chuuya only laughs, the sound tangled with a deep growl rumbling in his throat.

“You little brat,” he’s snarling out, but it doesn’t sound mean, or harsh, or any of the things Akutagawa would think it to, words spit from between a sharp, toothy smile.

And then his fingers are tearing through the lace, fingertips clawing holes through the dainty fabric like flames licking through a spiderweb as it practically melts in his hands, nothing more than stringy tatters of ruined garments as he rips them from your body.

There’s no prep, Chuuya seemingly too impatient to waste any time with that, and the sweet little hiss that slithers out from between your teeth, features twisted in agony, as he shoves his cock into you has Akutagawa’s cock twitching eagerly against his palm.

He rubs it harder in response, crude and messy and desperate, palm cupping it through his pants and giving it a few halfhearted squeezes; nothing more than pathetic half-pumps, unable to jerk it properly with two layers of clothing in the way.

It’s so immature, so fucking juvenile, dirty and disgusting and downright shameful, but he doesn’t fucking care.

Chuuya’s hips start pounding hard and fast the instant he bottoms out, the grip of his fingers so tight on your hips that they’re sinking into the flesh, creating deep dips that’ll surely bear his name in the morning, signed in blotchy little ovals of navy and violet and splatters of broken blood vessels beneath your skin.

The pace is merciless, pleasure and sheer force rippling your flesh oh-so-prettily with the flexing of his hips.

Chuuya’s talking to you, utter filth spilling from his lips, obscenities huffed out on the tails of laughter that mingle with the sounds he’s quite literally fucking out of you, every drive of his cock pushing another melody up your throat and onto your tongue, so dirty it has torrents of heat flooding Akutagawa’s cheeks in rushes, pooling beneath the skin as it seeps through the tissues and staining them a dusty pink.

But Akutagawa’s barely listening; Akutagawa can barely concentrate on anything at all, his own pleasure muffling his ears, heavy breaths he keeps trying to suppress building in his chest, dense and suffocating. And it’s pathetic, really—he’s barely touched himself at all, cock straining against his trousers in desperate yearning, yet he can already feel those telltale sparks tingling in his gut, cinders that smolder in waiting, ready to catch fire at any moment.

Akutagawa’s cock is aching, his hips giving sloppy, premature little thrusts into his palm—insatiable, uncontrollable—and a whine reverberates in his throat, swallowed down with the pools of spit collecting in the crevices of his mouth.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, the word garbled and drowning in saliva.

This isn’t enough, he needs more, ramming his hand down his trousers without even bothering to undo the button, the waistband digging into his forearm tight enough to turn the skin a sickening bone white, just shy of cutting off his circulation.

A smooth hand wraps around the base of his cock and squeezes twice, hard, a futile attempt to ward off his embarrassingly impending orgasm.

From this angle he has a perfect view of your bouncing tits and contorting face—the way your brow scrunches together, relaxes, then tightens up again; the way your lashes flutter, flickering the whites of your eyes as they roll in your skull; the way your mouth, bitten raw and glimmering with saliva, stays pried open in a perfect little ‘o’ by the steady stream of vocalized pleasure pouring past it.

And, Christ, the noises you’re making are so fucking gorgeous—broken mewls and soft whines and airy moans—his free hand fumbling around in his pocket, struggling to pull his phone free from its confines, desperate to record what he can for later use.

It’s a difficult feat to perform with one hand, phone flipping open with the sharp click of plastic against plastic, thumb straining to hit that little red RECORD button, missing it twice before finally succeeding.

The feeling of triumph is short-lived, though, because he’s going to mess the whole recording up beyond repair if he doesn’t quiet down, if he doesn’t shut the fuck up.

Stubborn little whimpers keep climbing up his throat, rough and painful as they hitch and tangle with his hardly suppressed gasps, choked remnants tumbling past his mouth. Teeth slice into his bottom lip, bursts of copper staining his tongue as blood oozes from the fresh wound, the lines of his gums tinged bright crimson.

The strokes of his hand match the snap of Chuuya’s hips, jerking his cock hard and fast, just like how Chuuya’s fucking you, and if he focuses hard on your face, he can almost imagine it’s him fucking you, his palm slick with sweat, his grip pulsing in time with the noises spilling from your lips, simulating the throbbing of your cunt.

Heat begins to coil deep in the pit of his belly, cinders converging into something tight and fluttery and scorching, and he barely has the decency to stifle his groan of disappointment, forehead knocking against the doorframe, brow cinching and molars grinding as he tries to ward the eruption off for just a little longer, front teeth digging further into the gaping wound weeping on his bottom lip.

Tiny spikes of pain sear through his face; up his cheeks and down his neck, the sensation doing nothing to douse, dim, dull the roiling ball of fire in his gut.

“God, you’re so—so fucking good for me—take my cock so well—” Chuuya’s groaning, voice all ragged rasp, rough and gasping.

It’s true, you do take his cock well, and Chuuya gives it to you well, too, the smooth muscles in his thighs almost mesmerizing, graceful as they glide beneath his skin despite his borderline vicious movements.

Akutagawa’s thighs, in contrast, are beginning to tremble, little jolts of pleasure skittering up his legs and wriggling under his flesh in droves. His whole body is wound tight and tense, jaw clenched with such ferocity that it’s beginning to ache, muscles gone hard and stiff as if he’s physically trying to hold off his imminent orgasm, pushing back against an invisible surge.

Short, sharp huffs of breath are escaping his nose now, materializing in little droplets of condensation on the wood, wet and humid against his upper lip. The pumping of his hand accelerates, perfectly in sync with the brutal plunge of Chuuya’s hips, and his lids begin to droop, heavy and weighted with pleasure. It’s a struggle to haul them open again, vision blurring in and out of focus as he tries to concentrate, desperate to see how beautiful you look when you cum, ecstasy bleeding around the edges of his sight, bright and overexposed.

Because you’re getting close, too, Akutagawa can tell. It’s easy to see, obvious, evident in the pitchy wails that fade into the sweetest little rasps—poor imitations of the words they were supposed to be; evident in the way your spine arches so artfully off the mattress, each vertebra working in unison to form a perfect curve as your hips push towards Chuuya’s; evident in your flexing, trembling thighs and curling, vying fingers, grappling at the sheets and Chuuya’s shoulders, nails scraping against linen and skin.

Another three pumps of Chuuya’s hips, another three pumps of Akutagawa’s fist, and you’re both cumming in tandem, so hard it whites his vision and wipes his mind, so hard it kicks his breath from his chest in a pained wisp of an expletive, his orgasm amplified by your gorgeous little noises. Thick streams of cum explode all over his fist and briefs, burning and sticky and so, so much that it’s soaking through his underwear and into his suit pants, a large, uneven, dark patch staining his right thigh.

He can feel it, dribbling down his inner leg in large globs, viscous and gummy and leaving broad strokes, rapidly cooling trails in its wake.

There’s no way he doesn’t look a mess, strands of ink clinging to his temples and the back of his neck, soaked with salt and sweat, cheeks tinted with exertion, chest stuttering as he tries to swallow down tattered breaths in a feeble attempt to keep from drawing attention to himself.

There’s no way anyone wouldn’t be able to guess what he had just been doing in a mere instant, if they saw him.

Chuuya isn’t faring much better, to be honest, body collapsed atop of yours, heaving back shimmering with a sheen coat of perspiration, gleaming with each rise and fall as it catches in the light. Akutagawa doesn’t even remember Chuuya cumming—not that it matters, you’re the only reason he’s even here at all—too busy drowning in the intense bliss of his own orgasm to have noticed at all, all senses suffocated as the pleasure absorbed him, ate him up, swallowed him down, then spit him back out.

Finally, Akutagawa pushes off the doorframe with a weak arm, muscles spent and shrivelled with pleasure, wincing a little at the deep indent he’s sure the wood of the frame left on his forehead.

You knew. You’ve known all along.

His cock gives one last spurt in response—pitiful, pathetic, and entirely instinctive—and you smile.

And no matter how hard he tries, no matter how much he doesn’t want to be, he’s nothing more than warm, gooey putty in your soft palms.

He’ll never be anything more than that.

#akutagawa smut #chuuya smut #nakahara chuuya smut #akutagawa x reader #chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #whewwwww #love aku so much waah

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bsdawgz · 4 months

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quiet nights spent in akutagawa's apartment...

a/n: no warnings! pure fluff for my love, aku ♡

the room is shrouded in shadows, save for the tiny glimmer of skyscraper lights that peek through the curtains, illuminating the silver strands in ryū's hair and the scars on his back – mementos of his painful childhood. you run your fingers down his skin and wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. at first, he tenses, the idea of affection still unfamiliar territory. then, he lowers his defenses – one by one, then all at once.

growing up in the slums, where he had to fend for his life, ryū was raised on a kill-or-be-killed philosophy. it's only in this bed that he'll allow himself to have his back turned. tonight, he's tangled in your arms, his body pressed against yours.

the smell of your shampoo, the suppleness of your skin, and the warmth of your body – this is his home now. relaxing into your touch, he reaches for your hand instinctively, intertwining his fingers with yours. his breath becomes steady as he finds himself lulling into a peaceful sleep...

#BSDAWGZ #might make a longer fluff for aku #just cuz i luv aku sm #bsd akutagawa #bsd #bungo stray dogs #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa x you #fluff #akutagawa fluff

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kaeyx · 8 months

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Ok but……. Cat!Atsushi and Cat!Aku I have the biggest brainrot about them.

Cat!sushi is definitely the more affectionate one of the pair(also way more horny). You’d normally think they’d be biting and hissing at each other or fighting for your attention(there is some bickering obviously) but cat!AKU just watches creepily…

When Cat!sushi goes into heat/rut and is ramming into you from behind on your bed your basically on-top of Cat!Aku who is rubbing circles into your thighs while not breaking eye contact. Or when Cat!Sushi has you bent over the kitchen counter Cat!Aku is simply watching from the dinning room chair….just watching… hes also super creepy at times cuz you’ll wake up at 3am to go get a glass of water or something just to see him up and staring you down from across the end of the hallway…… And even though it’s clear he doesn’t like your other pesky feline he isn’t down right attacking him… infront of you…

sometimes you’ll come home from work to find the house weirdly quite and and there will be weird marks appearing on poor Cat!sushi meanwhile Cat!AKU is unbothered.

..And when Cat!AKU does go into heat/rut sadly he’s very possessive during it. Your poor body is gonna be bruised bitten and bleeding as well as your entire lower half being basically numb!!!!

So. Many. Ideas. >_<<<<<<

Cataku wouldn't even get off, he's just do the Stare. Like wan!Aku. He's perfectly content to watch Atsushi destroy you twice a day minimum, not even contributing anything just watching. Occasionally he'd make some snarky remark or mock Atsushi for being so insistent and needy. Which of course makes him feel bad, poor boy :( he just really likes you!! And you never refuse him, always pet and praise him and treat him so well.

Akutagawa suddenly flipping out and getting really possessive during a rut is so 👀 hello.... Becoming so clingy, following you from room to room and randomly pinning you to the wall to fuck you, hissing and growling into your neck. He's rough too, biting and scratching, ramming into you without mercy. He wouldn't even dream of being so forward usually, but when you're walking around so soft and inviting and he's ready to fuck just about anything that moves....well, he can't resist. Might even end up fucking Atsushi if it gets bad enough, or joining in if Atsushi gets to you first. Idk of he'd even bother to push Atsushi away before bullying himself into you, not caring if you cry because he knows you can take it.

#play nice Aku he's so mean all the time #anyway who needs shadow people when you have him?#asks.answered #atsushi.bsd #akutagawa.bsd #atsushi x reader #akutagawa x reader #atsushi smut #akutagawa smut

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awoogayanderes · 11 months

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OUR HEARTS ARE NEVER MEANT TO BE

➪ pairing : unrequited akutagawa x reader, implied relationship with dazai and reader

➪ sypnosis : akutagawa knows the line he’s not supposed to cross, but it’s difficult when you’re so kind

➪ other notes : just imagine being the sweet s/o of the infamous dazai only for his subordinate to look up at you when you’re the first person to show him love, ALSO AKU IS OOC !!! even tho i love this boy he’s so hard to write for

he knows it’s wrong to look at you like this. he knows that that you will never be with him. so why does his heart beat faster when he’s with you ? why does he feel calmer when you’re with him on a mission ? why does he feel like this at all, especially for his mentor’s partner…

maybe it was your sweet temper despite his initial behavior towards you. he wanted to loathe you, he wanted to hate you, why did you have dazai’s approval and he didn’t ? yet part of him knew that he couldn’t just despise you, but why ? he asked himself that question for months when you were always kind to him.

he didn’t know how you ended up in the mafia, wondering how other mafiosos didn’t eat you up like stray dogs and a piece of meat. but he did find out you were a skilled swordsman, quick on your feet as you glided to kill. the battlefield was your playground, now realizing why you were a force to be reckoned with.

you weren’t just kind to him because you pitied him, you were kind to everyone, even giving your enemies a painless death. coincidentally that’s what also caught dazai’s attention. like mentor like subordinate, you could say, not that akutagawa had someone else to take after with mimic behavior.

over several months you got to know akutagawa, familiarizing yourself with the boy. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel bad for everything he’s already gone through. maybe that’s why you took after him when dazai wasn’t around, though you’d never say that out loud.

now both of you were on a small hill watching as the sun slowly set on yokohama. you were sitting on the ground, your knees close to your chest as akutagawa stood behind you leaning next to a tree, coughing into his hand a few times. it was quiet, a comfortable silence that helped both of you bond in an odd way.

“isn’t it beautiful,” you suddenly said, snapping akutagawa out of his thoughts. he shortly hummed, not giving a conclusive answer. “come sit next to me,” you said, patting the spot next to you on the grass, turning around to look at him, softly smiling. he hesitated but softly sighed and sat down next to you.

it was comical how two dangerous mafiosos were now sitting on a hill watching the sunset like old friends. akutagawa sat stiffly, looking ahead as the sky bursts with colors. “ryūnosuke,” you say, akutagawa’s face heating up as you use his first name, something he entrusted to you not long ago.

“why did you join the mafia,” you ask curiously. you knew why, your boyfriend told you but you wanted the perspective of the boy next to you. “to become stronger,” he bluntly said. “even though you’re under someone’s wings?” he stiffens up at that statement, staying silent.

“ryū,” you say, a nickname you gave him the same day he introduced his first name to you. he looks at you, feeling his eyes soften. “you’re going to have to make your own decisions one day, whether you like it or not,” your words have some heft to them despite your voice remaining soft, even softer than usual.

he doesn’t know what to say. instead he just looks at you, soaking in your appearance. “osamu would kill you if he saw this,” you say chuckling and akutagawa can’t help but feel his eye twitch as you say dazai’s first name with such sweetness. but your words start sinking in. he knows you know what he thinks. was he this obvious or were you just very observant ?

“you do know we’re not meant to be right,” you continue the one sided conversation, looking at the boy next to you as he continues to stare at you. “i knew that already, i won’t try anything,” he speaks for the first time in a while. you softly smile at him. with that, the conversation concludes with both of you silently watching as the colors slowly fade away as the moon rises.

this situation is almost comforting to him, knowing that his overthinking was shut down. your gentle rejection spared him humiliation, both of you knowing that you’re never meant to be together. instead, you’ll continue your kindness as he absorbs it like a sponge. such a bittersweet moment, isn’t it ?

#written by terra #sincerely terra #engraved with bitterness #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd angst #akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #ryunosuke akutagawa #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa x y/n #akutagawa x reader #ryūnosuke akutagawa x reader #ryūnosuke akutagawa #ryūnosuke akutagawa angst #akutagawa angst #aku my bb :(

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sunnyx07 · 2 years

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Hello I have a request for BSD about them having a dead s/o and they are like a ghost who can float and do stuff ghost can and stuff if that makes sense if you can good day/night <3

Request?: Yes Summery: Characters having a dead S/O Characters: Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Akutagawa Genre: Fluff, slightly angsty (mostly Dazai's and Chuuya's part, Mentions of death (Atsushi), be warned spoilers of Storm-bringer!)

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I had lots of fun to write this request ^^ Hope you enjoy it and I'll see you next time! <3

Dazai Osamu:

holy hell will this man make you help him with his pranks on poor kunikida-

like for real, this dude will grab u by the waist, look at you with the brightest puppy eyes and you can't help but to cave in.

He finds it so interesting you have the exact same traits as a real ghost, and for a ghost, you are the prettiest person he has ever seen.

He sometimes beg you to scare people by going through the wall and exit like you never existed (You also love to scare people its honestly very funny-

When you do it to him though, He'll dramatically scream like a little girl, making you embarrassed and him very amused (Cocky bastard-)

He does, however, when you two are alone in his apartment, Looking at you all admired as he hears all kinds of stories of people you meet.

If he told you about his past, He will slowly but surely give hints to let you know that he wants to know about Odasaku

You always smile gently while talking about Odasaku and what he told you to pass onto Dazai.

He will be very grateful to you if you ever did that.

Chuuya Nakahara:

Just like Dazai, He will be very interested into seeing you suddenly float around the mafia headquarters and see your ghostly powers in action

You tried scaring him once, did not end to well Poor boy legit broke his favourite wine glass, You had to fly away if you didn't wanna be a ghost twice-

He gently strokes your hair, even if it goes straight through, he really doesn't care at this point

Your ghost kisses always makes him chuckle

He does however, wonder about his friends, if you could see them too. He's to stubborn to ask though, but at some point, you figure it out and leave little things behind for him to find, Giving it as a signal that they are always with him and supporting his every decision

He always smile softly seeing those messages, making a mental note to Thank you for your hard work

Atsushi Nakajima:

This boy finds it so sad-

He loves you very much, but he just gets sad thinking you died cause of some stupid asshole or accident that caused your death.

He does however, always try to make you the happiest you've ever been when you were alive

You do help him out with missions, He doesn't get worried about you getting hurt since everything can go through you, so you always go first, Looking around the area if he's not in danger by any sort of threats.

At home you guys always talk about whatever you want to talk about, It sometimes leads to Atsushi Falling asleep while you gently tucks him in.

This boy has a whole lot of love in store for you

Akutagawa Ryunosuke:

Honestly, would be slightly surprised you would date him, and more surprised you would stick to him even when your dead

Little cold in the beginning, doesn't trust you too much. but slowly he warms up to you, trusting you a little bit more in life

But he definitely hates you when you scare him

His ability would've killed you by now if you weren't a ghost-

Besides that, he would ask you to check on anything that isn't suppose to happen, and you happily obey

Besides his cold Façade, you saw his sadness about you being dead, but luckily for both of you guys, You always had each other

He loves you, in his own stubborn way.

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luxthestrange · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes #489 Mc to the Rescue

Mc: So did you at least get Levi’s fake stuff back?*Driving them back to the house*

Levi: No. We failed in our noble quest...

Mc: How come?

Levi: Rando Deemon was mean...

Mc: All right. Hang on*Turning the car around*

Mam: What are you doing?

Mc: I’m gonna show you how we finish a quest in the human world

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Mc: Give my boyfriend his stuff back

Rando: I don't know what you're talking about *looks down at them*

Mc: Well then good news. Today is the day a girl/boy/Gn is finally gonna touch you in your little special place~

-Mc kicks his groin, Making Mammon, Levi, and Aku recoil from that...even as far as covering their own genitalia-

Mc: Now give him his stuff back*Looks down at him

Rando*In deep pain*Ok...

Levi*shouting, with hands in the air* WE DID IT!

-Mc looks at him-

Levi: I said WE...*red face*

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! mc #obey me mc #obey me x mc #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me aku #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #aku x reader #top mc #top mc!#obey me incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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monkey-monarch · 7 months

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Yandere Aku???

(I'm a fan of Samurai Jack and I like how Aku's character is written)

Aku would fit the yandere role pretty well, but not in a classic yandere way.

I mean in a way that he's possessive, but he wouldn't really know how to spoil by human means.

He would put the head of your(and his) enemies next to you while you're asleep and give you a big animal to have for a meal. It can range from a boar to a giant edible alien. If you were a warrior and can already do all of that on your own, he would still do that, but he would find you more attractive.

He doesn't stalk you like a yandere usually would either. He would most likely watch you through his "magic tv". As for protection, he already has a henchman or two taking care of that.

As for your "first meeting" with Aku, he would most likely just grab you and bring you back to his tower without second thought. It's funny to imagine him grabbing you in a giant bird form like in the beginning of Wind Waker-

Of course, that doesn't mean Aku's constant spying stops there. He would keep you in a cage or by his side and watch you like you were the most entertaining thing he's ever owned.

You would probably think that Aku sees you as a pet or a plaything to look at. But Aku sees you as a "lover" that needs to be "protected".

And by "protected", I mean keeping you in his room, under lock and key, in his tower, where no one has the slightest clue that you're even in there.

You can hope that Samurai Jack eventually finds you one day, but I doubt he would make it to the tower for a looong time.

So, you might as well get comfy and let Aku spoil you, ok?

#yandere #samurai jack #aku samurai jack #yandere x reader #yandere villain #yandere drabble

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writing-blocked-me · 1 year

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A Lost Chance

CW: Angst, betrayal, PM!Dazai, Dark Era Spoilers!, Mafia stuff ig?

Pairings: Akutagawa x reader, Platonic!Oda x reader

Author's note: A little OOC sorry! I don’t think I’ve really got Akutagawa down yet in terms of character. Trying to expand beyond writing just for Dazai and Chuuya - though I have loads more fic ideas for them!

Anyway hope you enjoy :)

You had been with the Port Mafia ever since you could remember. Kouyou had recruited you at a young age, seeming seeing, as she put it, “a darkness in you akin to the flower of darkness being nurtured in me.” She trained you and showed you how to flourish in the darkness. You’d never questioned it; never asked why.

You took it all in stride, stayed in the darkness and even became comfortable there. Making friends in the mafia was easier than it sounded. Despite it being a criminal organisation, there were surprisingly many people your age. The Akutagawa siblings were surprisingly who you’d grown closest to over the years. Although each of you trained under different executives, in different factions of the organisation, you became really close.

Ryunosuke in particuar you felt you gravitated to. He was angry and brash, so desperate to prove himself to Dazai as strong that he was often blinded to things around him. However, you admired how driven he was and how hard he worked. Though, he wasn’t always so rage-fuelled. Sometimes he could be gentle and sweet, especially when it came to Gin. He was always soft and considerate of his sister and protective of her as well. It was incredibly sweet.

He was also soft with you, and just as protective of you as he was of Gin. He had grown fond of you, as you’d pretty much grown up together. You always stuck by him and seen his worth even when Dazai did not. You were one of the few people he completely trusted and allowed himself to open up to. It was not until his early teens when he realised he was falling for you, or rather, until Gin realised and told him. He was never good with his emotions, often acting on whims, usually in violence or anger.

However, unknown to the Black-Fanged Hellhound of the Port Mafia, you were just as smitten with him. Though, on your side you were aware of his short temper and inability to confront any emotions outside of the negative. So, you were content to wait until he was ready for the next step in your relationship. You had always been content within the darkness of the mafia’s walls.

Until you weren’t.

When you met Oda Sakunoske, it was supposed to be a simple job. You were there as extra muscle and firepower during what was later called the Dragon’s Head Conflict. You were only 14 at the time and so had been kept out of the main action. Though the mafia was desperate, so still they sent you in. That’s where you first saw him. Picking up any stragglers he could find, rescuing children and protecting them from the conflict. He seemed determined to keep the kids out of the darkness - a concept completely mysterious to you. At first you had been confused, but curious.

The second time you met him was when you sought him out. He had sparked your curiosity and you wanted to know more. You hung around with him; you asked him questions. He always gave you the same blunt answers about wanting to help the kids. He showed them kindness, a kindness that stemmed from light. You had never been exposed to light before Oda; it was then that he opened the door for you, leading to light.

From then on, you had decided to help him, to be more kind. You would look after the orphans when he was gone too long on mafia jobs and contribute to their living costs. Eventually, they began to see you as an older sibling and, eventually, you became very attached to them.

Regardless of how kind you were when it came to the kids, you never forgot where you worked, where you believed you belonged. In the darkness. You continued to work as a member of the mafia, alongside your friends. You still cared for the Akutagawa siblings, still infatuated with Akutagawa, though you now attempted to prevent any excessive violence he attempted. Life went on with only a few changes.

It was when you were 16 that Akutagawa finally told you he loved you. He had just had an intense training session with his mentor and he returned to his and Gin’s shared abode battered and bruised, coughing and spluttering. You had already been there, waiting for one or both of the siblings to show up to hang out, when he walked through the door. You stood up to help him, only for him to fall on top of you, sending you both to the floor with a thud. You gently rolled him off of you and rushed to get the med kit before tending to his injuries.

It was then that he realised he did not want to lose you, you who treated him with respect and love, who showed him his worth was not just based on Dazai’s opinion of him, who reassured him of his strength when he believed himself weak. He had been aware of his feelings for you before, but now he had no choice but to act on them and let you know of his feelings. So he told you. He communicated exactly how he felt, as he placed a soft kiss on top of your forehead, thanking you for loving him andf taking care of him. That was the beginnign of your wonderful and short-lived relationship as lovers.

The two of you remained professional as ever within the realm of the mafia, but outside you were much less hard and cold. Akutagawa was warm and loving, though he showed it in his own way, and you in turn took care of him. He had never been taken care of before, not like the way you did - intimately and without any sign of disgust or regret. You loved him and he loved you, and, though you had been exposed to the light, you were content to live in this realm of darkness if it meant the two of you could keep on loving one another.

And then everything fell apart.

Akutagawa had stormed into the room furious one day, frustrated at the new enemy, Mimic, and his lack of usefullness to his mentor, the Demon Prodigy. He had ranted about Dazai and how he had reprimanded him for botching the trap he had set up. He went on and on about how Dazai’s friend was so much better than him. Placing your hands around his, you attempted to calm him down, to no avail, as he shook your hands off and got even more worked up. This time, however, his anger turned towards you. He had never been angry at you before, not seriously anyway, not like he was then, with fiery rage burning in his eyes, brows scrunched together and lips tightly pursed together. He had yelled at you, blamed you for making him weak, for allowing him to be soft, to let down his guard. He screamed and shouted about how without you he would finally be strong, Dazai would finally recognise him as strong.

Eyes full of tears and withou response, you sidestepped the mafioso and stormed past him. You would not hear him say those things, although you knew that his anger was not truly directed at you, but it still hurt to listen to the boy you loved berating you. You were aware of his lack of control over his emotions from the start, you just needed some time to cool down, and to let him cool down.

It was a couple days since your fight with Akutagawa when it happened. You had thought he was going to visit you, but he simply still needed time. Ryunosuke regretted lashing out and losing control, but he didn’t know how to make it right, so he opted to leave you alone, deciding until he could figure out how to fix it, he would let you have your space.

That was his mistake.

The news of the mafia’s success defeating mimic, whilst also attaining a permit allowing the mafia to legally operate with Gifted individuals. However, few knew how it had been done. You had been celebrating on with Gin in your apartment after hearing the news. It was only when they left, late that night, that you started asking youself the questions of “who”, “what”, “where”, “when” and “why”. That’s when you heard a knock at the door. There stood the Demon Prodigy himself, Dazai Osamu, eyes slightly puffy, though his attempts to conceal it was commendable.

You had met him a few times throughout your time in the mafia, through missions and jobs. However, your interactions grew slightly more after meeting Oda. You were aware of their odd friendship and that Oda trusted him, considering him a true, genuine friend. That said, your respect for him was only for him as a superior, given your relationship to his pupil. You were wary of the man at the door, unsure of why he would seek you of all people out, why he would come at such a late hour.

“Odasaku is gone.”

It was the only thing he said before he dragged himself into your apartment, plonking himself down on your couch.

Your ears rang with the words, your face displaying obvious disbelief. He couldn’t be gone, that couldn’t be true, right? But you knew that Dazai would not be in your presence if it was fake. Your mind raced, what would you do without your mentor of light? What would the kids do? You hadn’t even thought about them yet, how would you break the news...

“They’re gone too.”

As if reading your mind, Dazai lifted his head. He recounted the events of Oda’s death to you and the death of the orphans. As he spoke, he stared at the wall, it was apparent how desperate he was not to cry. He looked almost innocent as the sorrow crossed his face. He turned to you.

“I’m leaving the mafia. His last wish was for me to do something good, to live in the light and help people. He asked if I could bring you with me.”

The former Demon Prodigy extended his hand to you, an invitation.

And, without looking back, to honour the person you most looked up to, you took it.

Akutagawa knocked on your door. One. Two. Three times. No response. You hadn’t been seen in days, he came to check on you. The rest of the mafia was busying themselves with finding the former executive, now suspected traitor, but all he could think of was you. He was finally ready to patch things up, ready to tell you how sorry he was. Another knock. No response again, so he busted down your door. He’d apologise later but he had to talk to you first.

Your apartment was empty, blank and cold - nothing like the warm environment it had been while you lived there. Akutagawa tore through the apartment, room by room, still no sign. You were gone.

You had left and taken with you the last part of his soul that was not rage and despair.

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ilyhaitanii · 7 months

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dark places ft. tartaglia

sfw. slight yandere!childe, reader fell into the abyss with him, slight childe lore spoilers, implied suicidal thoughts and captivity

ajax holds you like you’re made of glass. he treasures the way you smile, the sound of your laughter, the way your palms are so much smoother than his. he tries his best to be your rock, he does what he can. his big brother instincts scream at him to hold you in his arms as you calm down.

as soon as he finished his mission, he traveled back home. his clothes and hair bloody, the thick scent of iron and must consuming him. he expects you to be waiting— you’re always awake if he’s not home. he found you sitting on the bed, tears threatening to spill from your lashes. instantly, he held you in his arms.

he feels the way your tremble in his arms, sobbing and heaving as his bloody hands hold your face. he paints your innocent skin with the warm blood, iron filling your senses. you can’t do anything, but sob and cry in his hold. he peppers sweet kisses on your cheeks, kissing away the precious diamonds that fall down them.

he notices how your wet lashes stain your cheekbones. his heart aches as you breakdown against his chest. nightmares of the abyss haunt you as well. being a child who followed ajax around like a lost puppy caused you to fall into the abyss along with him.

his memory is flooded with the gruesome, and taxing three months he spent down there. he remembers the way you held a fishing rod in front of his limp body to protect him. he knew then and there that you were the one for him.

he lips caress the crown of your head, whispering sweet nothings into your ears. his warm hands rub your back, trying his best to soothe you. he goes as far as to rock you in his arms like a baby. he can’t imagine what had happened during those two days you woke up before him— what horrors you had tattooed into your young brain. he can’t even begin to fathom how you’ve made it this far.

no matter how it is, he’s glad you’re here. he’s happy he hasn’t lost you to the scary thoughts that plague your mind. he hasn’t lost you to the anxiety that consumes your being every day. he’s glad he gets to keep you in this house. a dark selfish part of him is glad you experienced how scary the world can be. this way you can rely on him for everything.

ajax always will take care of you, that much he promises. he never breaks a promise.

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jellyfishoreo1206 · 10 months

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Snippets of life with the BUBO characters (Nostre, Aku punk, Daniel, Gavril)

Gender-Neutral Reader

Gavril

It was a boring summer night, nothing to do and falling into the same routine, or so you thought. It was very quiet, other than the constant chirping of the crickets, and the quiet rustling coming from the wind. But Gavril decided to surprise you by visiting! Though he scared the shit out of you when he literally snuck in through your bedroom window without a sound and surprised you, almost got a bat to the head if he didn't duck fast enough. He's fine, you gave him a whole block of cheese as an apology, he's very happy.

Limbs tangled together on the bed as you both hold each other, your head against his chest, listening to his calm heartbeat as your hands played with his hair. His hands were around your waist gently rubbing circles into your lower back, or just leaving them there as he enjoys the warmth you radiate. His hair was very soft and felt nice to the touch. Surprisingly, there was no knots or matted hair, so it was easy for you to comb your fingers through it without struggle. And the curliness of that one strand of his, is so fun. Just to gently pull it, and seeing it bounce back into it's original shape was just so strangely funny to you, causing a quiet giggle to escape your mouth whenever you do so. You continue to repeat the action for several minutes more, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling to much.

"What's got you so giggly tonight, Darling~?" Your constant giggling seemed to have peaked Gavril's interest, as he lifted your chin so he could see your smiling face, a soft grin on his own. "It's—it's just your hair," Twirling the strand around a finger, you let it go, watching as it quickly goes back to it's original state, another giggle being torn from your lips. "My hair? What about it?" Amusement was swirling in his eyes, his hands traveling up your back until they were softly placed on your face, gently stroking your cheek in a slow circular motion. "Honestly, it's just funny seeing your hair spring back..." He huffs out a small laugh, placing a soft kiss on your forehead as he pulls you closer to his person. Putting his face in the crook of your neck, Gavril places soft kisses along the skin, hands traveling back down to where they were originally at the start. The kisses made you squirm from the ticklish feeling as small giggles fill the room, not being able to get away as he had you caged in his arms.

That's how the night continued on, with you and your Gavril, talking back and forth between topics that don't even relate to one another, small silly banters, or just cuddling with each other. You're not sure if Gavril will be there in the morning, but that doesn't really matter, ear against his chest as the soft drumming of his heart lulls you to sleep. "Goodnight Darling~"

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Daniel

You wished you didn't have to get up. You wished you didn't even have to leave the arms of the literal cuddle bear that's holding you captive, and currently keeping you warm from the cold of LA, despite it being 46⁰. But that damn alarm kept screaming, and it was starting to tick you off. You forgot to turn it off the other day, as it was the beginning of winter break, and now you're facing the consequences of your own forgetfulness. How Daniel sleeps through the blaring of the alarm, you are not sure, how the hell does he even get up on time to get ready to teach?

As a last attempt, and a lot of squirming, you were finally able to get out of muscular arms that held you captive, finally turning off the alarm and powering it off so you wouldn't have anymore interruptions to your sleep. Groggy and absolutely tired, you pushed your way back into Daniel's arms, snuggling into his chest as your hands wrapped around his waist.

Though that seemed to have woke him up, "..Y/N? Wha..are you doing up..?" Yawning, he snuggles closer to your person, tangling his legs with yours as he does so. "Shit, sorry Danny I forgot to turn my alarm off the other day." He didn't respond for a good minute, you can't tell if he fell asleep or not because his eyes were still closed. You assumed he was asleep, his body hasn't moved an inch, other than the slow rise and fall of his breathing. Leaning closer towards his face, you kissed the tip of his nose before settling back into his chest, going back to sleep.

A couple more hours doesn't sound to bad..

Though Daniel wasn't really asleep, he was trying to wake himself up that he forgot to respond to you. But that kiss certainly woke him up, a red blush making itself known on his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

God, he was truly lucky to have you.

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Aku Punk

"GET UP WE GOTTA GO GO, NOW!!"

What a wonderful start to your morning, groaning as you peaked at your personal alarm clock from underneath your arm, glaring at him as you turned over on your side. But that only seemed to make him more annoyingly persistent, as he jabbed your back repeatedly.

"what, whaT WHAT!? IT'S FUCKING SIX IN THE MORNING??" Though the redhead didn't respond to your shout, instead yanking the blanket from your person and grabbing onto your leg. "AKU.. DON'T YOU DARE DO WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT TO FUCKING DO." All you get in return is a mischievous smile, as he yanks your person off the bed with surprising strength, a yelp leaving your mouth. He throws you a pair of shoes and some sweats that were lying around in your room, turning to leave. "C'mon! Today's the day we get that game!" It took you a bit for your brain to remember what he was talking about, before it clicked. "Oh shit! How much time do we have?"

"30 minutes if you don't hurry the fuck up!"

Now with a time limit, you fumbled with your pajama pants as you rushed to put on the sweats, looking for a pair of socks while you do so too. The both of you were planning to buy the new Legend of Zelda game for a few weeks now, and today was finally that day! The reason why you guys didn't get it earlier was because you were both busy. And the fact that Aku always slept in much later than you before he had to go to his job.

Stumbling out the room as you tied your laces, you grabbed your keys and wallet from your dresser, heading towards the kitchen where Aku is most likely at. Probably drinking an energy drink or that green crap that he brought home once. He let you try it once, you were out sick for a whole entire week, stuck in bed with the worst headache you have ever experienced and nearly throwing up anything you ate.

You still question to this day how he's able to stomach the disgusting drink, mulling it over in your mind. When you asked, he said he was simply built different with a shrug as he adds it to his Monster.

"C'mon let's go!" Grabbing an apple sauce pack from the fridge for the road, it's better not to be hangry while on the road, "After we get that game we can buy some snacks on the way back."

"Ah hell yeah! I call dibs on driving!"

"No way, you got a ticket last time!"

"Not my fault that wearing headphones while driving was apparently illegal."

"Whatever let's just go already."

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Nostre

Sleep couldn't come to you tonight, no matter how much you positioned yourself or how still you stayed, so here you are in the kitchen. Though 7 minutes into prepping a meal for yourself, Nostre sluggishly came out of the bedroom, wondering where his large teddy went. Most nights, he is only able to sleep with you besides him, it brings him a warming comfort whenever he feels your body next to him, cuddling him close as he feels your calm heartbeat against his skin.

It was very well past midnight, with you cooking a small meal for the both of you. Nostre's arms were around your midsection securely with his head on your shoulder, watching you with tired eyes. His eyes would flutter close every now and then, leaning more into you as he dozes off. Though he usually jolt awake in the end due to some jumping oil on his skin, grumbling as he softly glares at nothing in particular.

He reminded you of a cat of sorts with his behavior. There have been a time where you called him Kitty as a joke, though it didn't seem to upset him in any way, more like fluster him to the point he looked like a cherry and couldn't hold any sorts of eye contact. A fond memory that you like bringing up whenever you two are alone. It embarrass him every time.

Smiling, you kiss his forehead as you turn your focus back to the stove, moving the food around so they would cook evenly, "Sorry for waking you, Hun. I promise we'll go to bed after we're done eating." All you get in return was a hum of acknowledgment, with a small kiss being placed on your cheek. "..it's fine... I don't mind."

This happened on many occasions. Whenever one or both of you couldn't sleep, you both end up doing something with the other until the familiar drowsiness comes so you can both call it a night.

Though you both would be paying for the consequences of staying up late as you both head to your jobs in the morning, but that doesn't stop you two from doing so.

You also find that whenever he's tired enough, he'll usually blurt out a thought he was thinking about earlier in day or come up with something on the spot, which are usually out-of-context.

Most of which are usually just him going on about some cat he had been feeding on campus, naming them after you as he goes on about what the cat brang him when he went to go feed them again, or how the cat brought another friend around.

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