#but wanted to get a kunikida drawing done

[benetnvsch]

wanted to draw him with his hair down

#yyfjs #im so sleepy rn #but wanted to get a kunikida drawing done #gotta meet my weekly quota lmao #kite draws #kunikida doppo #bungou stray dogs #bsd #I hope he looks as tired as I feel #im eepy #uhhh #I didn't forget his glasses I chose not to include them cuz im too tired too #lmao #gn y'all #art #fanart #kite watches bsd

[mothsbrightflame]

holding hands with them!

synopsis! — what would holding hands with them be like? are the soft or calloused? warm or cold? accepting or begrudged?

✧ various!ada x gn!reader

warnings — these can be taken as either romantic or

platonic (but probably mostly romantic) ,

strictly platonic for both kenji & kyōka ,

fluff , brief mention of alcohol but nothing

crazy , fluff fluff tooth rotting fluff !!

words— 1,343 ( total ) , roughly 200 ( each )

note ; just an idea that hit me some time ago, idk why it took so long to write this lol. also some of these guys are def ooc so please ignore that, this was definitely self-indulgent

holding hands with atsushi is like having an awkward encounter with your crush in middle school.

don’t get me wrong, holding hands with atsushi is nothing short of sweet and endearing— he just lacks experience

palms sweaty, the weretiger exhibits hesitancy when he feels your own palm glide across his own

your hand is very warm, and inviting— which almost intimidates him. because of this, he settles for locking his fingers with your own ( maybe he’ll work up the courage to fully hold hands with you , one day )

sometimes, after a job well done, and the sun is settling behind the sky scrapers of yokohama city, he’s daring enough to intertwine pinkies with you as you traverse the sidewalks back to the office

oddly enough, whenever evening walks like this happen, you two always take the long way back

however, holding hands with dazai is like the burn of alcohol— you shouldn’t have it, but god does it feel so good.

whenever you hold hands with dazai, he doesn’t shy from it— normally

if he feels the slight twitch of your hand against his, a pinky brushing across his knuckles, he wastes no time in lacing his hand with yours. a cheeky grin plastered across his features

sometimes, he’ll put on a facade of being flustered, or shy, at your “bold gesture”— typical antics of osamu dazai

sometimes, when the sun is low and the office is quiet, and your hand just so happens to be resting upon the desk top; not occupied by a pen— you’ll feel dazai’s slightly chilled, and oddly soft, hand glide across the top of your hand and lace his fingers within your own

holding hands with dazai isn’t an action you can frequent with him often, however— he’s selective. however, the brush of his thumb across you cracked knuckles, or the way he seems to linger just a moment longer when it comes to you, doesn’t go unnoticed

holding hands with kunikida is fleeting. hardly ever lingering when it comes to him.

holding hands with kunikida is few and far between, rarely doing it for selfish desires

it could be a large palm splayed across your back, to push or pull you away from something. the gentle grace of his fingers across your knuckles to gain your attention

kunikida touches you, let alone holds your hand, to protect you. never to express gratitude or affection towards you

however, when the sun has dipped, and the office has become barren, you two will traverse down to cafe downstairs— which is shockingly still open

you’ll take a place beside him, beverages before you two, as he takes your hand in his underneath the table. dragging his nails along your palm to draw shapes into it, tracing the lines

holding hands with yosano is a chore, to put it frank. it leaves your head spinning and wanting more

yosano will hold your hand when she wants something, delicately grasping it as she places feather light kisses along your finger tips

you also can’t help but notice that her hands are oddly calloused, however you don’t expect less from the doctor

yosano surprisingly has lots of time on her hands, evident in the way she wrap her fingers around your wrist and demand you join her on one of her many shopping trips

and, over time, you’ve become her main partner in crime

normally, she would have whomever has joined her hold all her bags, but you noticed she’s started to hold more of her own stuff. taking your hand in hers and shoving it into the pocket of her uniform

holding hands with ranpo is… sticky? in feeling, but childish in nature

to be clear, yes; you do have to hold his hand like a child whenever you venture out in public with him— he’s very prone to getting lost or wandering

he swears up and down he washed his hands after chowing away at whatever sweets he provided for himself, however, when he reaches across his desk, fingers grabbing for yours— you highly doubt it

with ranpo’s complex, he definitely viewed himself on a different plane, and didn’t think he would succumb to the need of having or wanting to hold your hand

he’s oddly giddy, maybe even sheepish or curious when he feels you hesitantly meet his own hand. tapping his fingers along your knuckles

however, his favorite time to hold your hand is when a light drizzle overtakes yokohama on your way home from a job well done. and despite the chill from the rain, and being sopping wet when you get back, he’s at his happiest (and therefore warmest) when your hand is locked with his— swinging your arms ever so slightly

if holding hands with atsushi is like being in middle school, than holding hands with jun’ichirō is like a high school romance

honestly, nervous is an understatement whenever he feels your hand gesturing to him, or the slight grace of your fingertips across his knuckles— he knows you want to hold his hand, and honestly he’s petrified

being a member of the ADA doesn’t exactly leave room open for exploration of romantic relationships, to when’s he presented with this opportunity (you) he wants to seize it, and go by right by it

if the office isn’t busy, than he’ll link pinkies with you under the desk— you’ve convinced him it helps you work better

much like kunikida, he’ll use his hands to gain your attention on something. giving a tug at your sleeve to bring your attention to something, or maybe even wrap a hand around your wrist

however, his favorite time to hold your hand is when you come over to his place to hang out with him. seated before the little box TV, playing some stupid rom-com, his hand is completely wrapped around yours, tucked underneath the blanket as you lay your head against his shoulder

holding hands with kenji is like a whirlwind— honestly, who knew he was so excitable?

kenji was like the little brother you never got to have, and so you relished in moments like this

you let him snag hold of your shirt sleeve, or index finger, to drag you along the mall court. and sure, he was damn near pulling your finger out of its socket, but the stars in his eyes made it forgivable

he also likes to compare your guy’s hands— like a lot. he’s younger than you, so the fact that his hands are only slight larger than yours, and more calloused, fascinates him

kenji will never not pass up the opportunity to hold hands with you, he adores the security and platonic love you give him whenever you do— ruffling his hair affectionately, older sibling-like teasing

in a way, kenji feels like he’s always protecting everyone else— because of his inhumane super strength. so the reverse in roles, to be protected by you, is a nice change in pace

holding hands with kyōka is, interesting, to say the least. but never uncomfortable

one could argue that kyōka has only known violence all her life, a fear that was only concocted more in her instincts within her time spent in the port mafia

so when your hand around hers is gentle, soft, and warm— she doesn’t know what to do with herself

the first time you held her hand was when she tried to cross the street and you held her back. leaving her stunned as you scolded her for being so reckless (I guess gentle touches and being worried over were two new things she learned that day)

after that, she made it a mission of sorts to feel your hand hold hers in such a gentle manner, but was unsure of how to go about it

kyōka doesn’t exactly hold your hand, mostly cling to your clothes or your sleeves or pant-leg whenever you’re talking to someone, or standing around. it’s not exactly hand holding, but you find it endearing nonetheless. you’ll work up to it one day.

© 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙨𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 , 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 , 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 !

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[crimson0lake]

BSD characters as parents PT2

Pt1 - Pt2 - Pt3 - Pt4 - Pt5 - Pt6 - Pt7 - Pt8

Masterlist

A.n: it's updated now as well with pt1 and pt3!! Images from BSD manga

Okay here's the part 2, cause this fandom is hungry for fluff and happiness-

(This is kinda long- so only two characters for today)

Characters: Akutagawa and Atsushi

Warnings: PTSD mentioned, k!lling mentioned, please dni if you are uncomfortable by these mentioned warnings.

Akutagawa:

Marriage or not? Both is possible with this man (and every other Mafia member, cause yk-)

If it's not from a marriage, there's a chance he wouldn't care at first but then his neglected self would push him to take care of the baby. If it's from a marriage, he would love the baby from the start.

Akutagawa would also be scared to accidentally harm his child. If his child is a boy, he can be a little more serious with him. He would remind him himself tbh. But not too serious, he wants them to be strong and not be harm by others, he would see himself in his son and he would a bit more carefull to not to neglect him. If it's a girl, he would still be serious with them, but a bit less then if child was a boy, I think if the child was a girl, she would remind him of Gin and he couldn't be too serious with her.

He would constantly praise them for the things they done: did the child finish their food? That's his good girl/boy, did they draw something and showed him? That's the best drawing he seen till now. He would say how proud he is of them.

He would be scared to disappoint or neglect his child, he don't want to be like Dazai (I think I remember it canon that Akutagawa hates Dazai but still wants his approval. I hope I didn't understand this part wrong and everyone understand this)

Not to say He probably has a good amount of money at the side, he can treat his child like a prince/princess.

Aunt Gin? She is the caring and loving aunt there. I see, she would be like the child's big sister. The number one play friend and babysitter. She even let them put make up on her.

Higuchi adores the child. She is ready to take them everywhere if they want, they want to see their papa? Higuchi would bring them to Akutagawa in an instant. She is their one of the first play friends and also their babysitter if Gin's not there.

Dazai would be happy to see that Akutagawa isn't following his path, I can see he would protect Akutagawa's child from afar.

When Atsushi learn about the child he is also their play friend with Kyouka. Atsushi also try to harm Akutagawa less in fights, he don't want to make the child sad by how hurt Akutagawa was.

I saw in mayoi cards that his ability sometimes acts on its own? Let's count this as canon, then his ability is the biggest fan of the child. It's like a golden retriever near the child. It's their biggest guardian and protector yet also their first ever friend. Even Akutagawa would be shocked how his ability adored his child he won't admit but his lips curled upwards when he first saw his ability nuzzling to his child for pets and hugs

He wouldn't want his child to get hurt so, he would want them in good side. But he won't be too disappointed if they end up in Mafia as well.

He is in a dilemma with that point..

He both wants them near him and don't, he wants them near him cause that way he can be sure to protect them. But he also doesn't wants them near him cause it would cause them to get targeted by many people and could use harm..

Overall he is protective yet proud fathers who gives the praise and care he didn't get to his child..

Atsushi:

Its from either from a Marriage or he adopted an orphan left to his door/he found in streets. He probably doesn't like one time things and won't do anything like that

He would be always on his toes to not to hurt the child, Kyouka, Dazai, and Kunikida would be the ones who assure him that he won't hurt the child and that he is a good father.

He would be the most gentle among any character in BSD. He has PTSD (or c-ptsd, I hope I spelled this right) so he is scared he might done anything to harm his child.

It doesn't matter the gender, he is the careful and gentle dad type.

He doesn't want to be seen in his ability by his child. He would have nightmares about how he lost control and attack his child or harm them. First Kyouka would comfort him then Dazai and Kunikida would be the ones that reassure him

He just needs some comfort and reassurance, he thought he was useless, doesn't deserve things, and always blamed himself. He even thought he couldn't take care of the child at one point

Not to mention he would use his money to give Kyouka better childhood and make his child happy, yet he would start saving money as well by Kunikida's advices for his child's future

Kyouka is the play friend and always near his child while Kenji is with them as well, he trusts Kyouka with his child and she is very happy inside for that, Kyouka would also be their big sister and kenji would have a big brother like relationship with Atsushi's child. Dazai is the happy uncle who like to play with the child. Dazai, like in Akutagawa's part, protect Atsushi's child in secret

Kunikida is the responsibile uncle, who babysits the child alongside with Kyouka and Kenji. He would take Kenji, Kyouka and Atsushi's child to eat tike to time.

When Akutagawa learns about Atsushi's child, he sometimes ends fights early. He would also try to harm Atsushi less, and if he meet with the child one day? Let's imagine the child got lost in crowd (not like Kyouka or others let that happen) and he accidentally bump into them. He wouldn't know what to do at first, he would try to comfort the child if they are crying then place them on his shoulders and look for jinko. He wouldn't show it but he was kinda scared about hurting the child and regardless of the gender, the child remind him of his sister.

Atsushi wants his child be in good side no matter what, he doesn't want them to get in harm's way or harm people.

He would be very proud of them and maybe even cry if his child decided to save people like others in ADA. He was still scared inside but his pride came up more-. If his child decides to get on the bad side: He honestly would blame himself mostly if his child decide to get involved with mafia. He would felt like he failed them and failed as a father. He would feel useless again.

Overall he wants his child to be safe and happy no matter what while he didn't had good examples in his past, he rises them to be like people in ADA: kind, helpful, caring and most importantly.. a good person...

A.N: that's characters for today!

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[bandaged-writer]

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦

↠ feat. dazai osamu, kunikida doppo, ranpo edogawa, chuuya nakahara & fyodor dostoevsky

↠ warnings. none!

↠ notes. felt like doing something soft and cute for once ✨

𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨

Whenever Dazai kisses you behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, he makes sure to tangle you up in a slow and sensual one; one that takes your breath away and leaves your cheeks warm and your heart desiring more.

Dazai tilts his head to the side just before he sneaks his tongue past your lips and draws a low whine out of you. Suckling on the slippery muscle, a pleasant shiver rolls down your spine, your chest heaves with each breath. Kisses like these, they leave you dizzy and intoxicated. "Oh Belladonna! How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when you make all these adorable noises just for my ears to hear?!" He's full of playfulness and seriousness all at once and it gives you whiplash.

Dazai is a selfish, greedy man and he just so happens to want your kisses the most.

𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗜𝗗𝗔 𝗗𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗢

Even Kunikida's ideal kiss is written in the little notebook he carries with him, but no amount of preparation could've prepared him for the beating heart, sweaty palms and rosy cheeks whenever he as much as pecks you on the lips. His kisses are short for the sake of his tight schedule, so it's no surprise when his lips briefly connect to yours. A playful pout of disappointment graces your lips.

"Don't look so disappointed. You'll..get a proper one when I'm home." Kunikida tries to act cool, but the thought of a lingering kiss flusters him and the red on his cheeks is evidence of it.

"You better not break your promise!" Your smile reaches your eyes before you drop Kunikida off at work and leave a quick kiss on his cheek as a final parting gift.

𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗣𝗢 𝗘𝗗𝗢𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔

Ranpo's kisses always taste of candy and boyish joy whenever his lips find yours. After a case in the outskirts of Yokohama in which the murderer refused to confess his deeds, although Ranpo had long since caught him, the detective wandered through the thinning streets.

The sun is setting when Ranpo suddenly stops praising himself, smacks his hat on the top of your head and presses a kiss against your unexpecting lips. "W-what was that for?," you ask, a bit perplexed by the sudden, but very much welcomed, display of affection.

"For being the world's best detective's guide, of course!," Ranpo stated matter-of-factly with his arms confidently crossed behind his head. "A detective is only worth so much when he can't arrive at the scene of crime, so..I just," Ranpo trails off and takes on a more relaxed stance. "Thank you, [Name]."

𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔

As much as Chuuya likes to kiss the skin along your neck or the back of your hand, nothing beats sharing a kiss between a few glasses of wine after a job well-done. Once you're done telling him about your day, Chuuya cups your cheek and pulls you in for a kiss; for several ones.

In-between, you can't help the giggles bubbling in the back of your throat, yet you happily indulged the mafioso to his heart's content. "You're extra affectionate today, aren't you?"

Chuuya breaks the kiss, enough for his eyes to bore into yours, enough for his lips to teasingly brush over yours as he speaks. "I had to endure the entire day without you by my side and that's the reaction I get? I must say, I'm somewhat disappointed."

"Oh, shut up and come here." A delicate finger hooks itself into Chuuya's choker, pulls him in and in an instant, his lips are where they're supposed to be: lovingly on yours, basking in the feeling of your skin on his.

𝗙𝗬𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥 𝗗𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗘𝗩𝗦𝗞𝗬

Receiving a kiss from Fyodor is as rare as spotting a shooting star on a cloudy night and truly a privilege for he doesn't feel the need to kiss you often. The things he does for you speak louder than any kiss ever would, he thinks.

But on days where the rain comes down a little too hard and a blanket of gloom wraps itself around you, Fyodor beckons you to come closer. "Care to tell me what happened, rodnaya?" He tilts his head and when you pour your bleeding heart out to Fyodor with tears threatening to roll down your cheeks, he can't help but want to make you feel better.

Cool, slender fingers cup your cheeks and before you can fully grasp the situation, Fyodor kisses you ever-so-softly. Your eyes widen in surprise, but your heart feels full and warm once Fyodor pulls away and caresses the skin of your cheeks with a gentleness that only you would get to see.

#bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu x reader #kunikida doppo x reader #kunikida doppo #ranpo edogawa x reader #ranpo edogawa #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoevsky x reader

[spiritedscorpio]

hello!! I hope you're having a good morning/afternoon/evening!! May I request Fukuzawa Yukichi with a gn!s/o who's just a really sleepy person. Like if they're not working or training they're often seen napping somewhere. If you can, can they also be a sword-wielder like him? Thank you!! Feel free to delete this if you want to!

Sleepy

Pairing: Fukuzawa Yukichi x gn! sleepy reader A/n: Hi! I really like your idea and I hope you're having a good day as well <3

Two years ago you were part of a spy organization, and were one of the higher ups. Many people can be easily deceived so with your sweet and innocent appearance, you could easily get the jump on enemies and get their information. You didn't have an ability however you were skilled with a kodachi which was useful in being discrete since it prevented you from engaging in wide range battles that no doubt would draw attention.

Everything was fine until a few months ago when you were framed as a rat in the organization and ordered to be executed. Your superior approached you when you were alone and him having an ability, gave him the upper hand. By the end of the fight you had taken a lot of damage and were left on the ground to bleed out to death. Lucky for you, a certain silver haired boy came by and couldn't resist saving you. He brought you to the agency and had Yosano treat you.

When you woke up you were bombarded by Dazai's rambling and questions, not even giving you a chance to respond. Once he noticed this, Fukuzawa told him to let you rest. He left as well however before going he left you with water and a book in case you got bored. He returned a few hours later and asked you about yourself and what had just happened. Since you were out of work and the agency could always use more members that specialize in combat, he offered you a position. You hesitantly accepted since you would likely be targeted again if you went off on your own however didn't know what it would be like working there.

It turned out that the job was actually enjoyable, the pay was good and the people there were... interesting to say the least. They all had there own distinct personalities and you found that you got along well with everyone, especially the president. You both used swords so he would frequently spar against you since it would be good practice for him and you could learn how to hold your own better in more intense battles, especially those that were over larger areas. He was actually a bit surprised at how good you were and even suggested that you spar more often. You didn't need all the extra practice-- he just enjoyed being around you and wasn't sure how to spend time with you outside of a work setting. Later that day he found a stack of paperwork on your desk that you still hadn't attended to and you were nowhere to be found.

"Have you seen y/n?" Fukuzawa asked.

“Uh, yes” Kunikida looked up from his computer. “I believe they were on the couch a while ago”

He went to the lounging area and found you curled up and sound asleep. “They’re probably just tired from all the extra training” he thought to himself.

Because of that and the fact that you looked so peaceful, he decided to let you sleep. An hour or so later you woke up and immediately remembered that you didn’t finish the paperwork. You scrambled back to your desk and got to work, refusing to stop until you were done. When the evening rolled around, all the other agency members had left and you were just about finished.

“You’re still here?” Fukuzawa asked you as he was leaving the building.

“Yeah, I promised I would get this done for you earlier so I wanted to get it done as soon as possible”

“Don’t worry about it, you’re clearly overworking yourself since you fell asleep earlier”

“I know but I just need to get one more thing-“ he cut you off by placing his hand on yours. “Y/n you’ve already been doing outstanding work here”

“Thank you!” You smiled up at him.

“And since you’ve been working so hard I was wondering if you’d like to go see the cherry blossoms... with me”

“Like a date?” You asked bluntly so you wouldn’t get your expectations up for no reason.

He paused for a moment. “Yes... if you’re okay with that please don't feel pressured”

“I’d love to! How about tomorrow after work?”

“Yes that works” he said in his usual tone however you noticed a faint shade of pink on his cheeks”

When your date came around you were lucky enough to have the area pretty uncrowded. Once you sat down, there was a brief period of silence before you began talking about work and life in general. Since there were few people around it was quiet and that combined with the approaching darkness of the night was lulling you to sleep. Fukuzawa was talking so you tried your best to stay awake but eventually you fell asleep.

He didn’t notice right away. “Yes so I’ve always loved cherry blossoms. My mother actually-“ He was interrupted by your head falling forward and onto his shoulder, waking you up.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I promise your not boring at all!” You went on and on, hoping he’d believe you. “It’s just really relaxing here and your voice is too so I just fell asleep”

“Are you alright? Have you been getting enough rest?” He seemed more concerned about your health than anything.

“Yeah for the most part! I’ve always been like this, I used to fall asleep all the time back when I was in school” You sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck.

“Well it’s nice to know you’re actually enjoying yourself”

“I still feel bad so how about...” You paused to think. “How about we meet at our usual cafe before work tomorrow? My treat”

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to bother”

You waved your hands as an act to dismiss his concern. “It’s not a bother, I want to hang out with you more!

“Well in that case I’d love to”

Soon you decided to leave since it was getting late however he still walked you to your apartment. “Sorry for the whole sleep thing again” You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“N-no worries” He said, slightly flustered.

You said your goodbyes and you headed into your apartment, going to bed as soon as you could. The next morning you put a little more effort into your appearance than normal, you made sure your hair was absolutely perfect and you wore the clothes you thought you looked the best in. When you arrived at the café he wasn’t there yet since you headed there extra earlier. He promptly arrived at 8 am, the time you agreed upon. In order to grab his attention you raised your hand and waved.

He quickly saw you and sat down across from you. “Hello y/n, I hope I didn’t keep you too long”

“Don’t worry I just got here, besides I didn’t want to keep you waiting”

He took a moment to look at the menu before looking back at you. “You look very nice today”

“Thanks” you muttered quietly. “You do too, as usual” You internally face-palmed at your comment.

An awkward silence fell over you but it was broken when the barista came to your table. “Hi, what can I get you two?”

“I’ll have a cappuccino” You looked over at the grey-haired male.

“Just a cup of coffee, black please”

“Very good, I’ll get your drinks to you shortly” she said before walking away from your table.

In no more than 5 minutes, you received your drinks and began chatting. You ended up talking a lot about your weapons, since they were pretty similar. Despite his usual stern expression, you quickly learned that he was very sweet and kind. You left the café about half an hour later and walked to the agency together.

Fukuzawa cleared his throat before speaking. “Um y/n I’ve really enjoyed the time we’ve spent together and you’re truly a great positive influence on both myself and the agency so I was wondering if...” You looked up at him with a slightly confused expression on your face. “You’d be my partner” He continued, holding his breath as he waited for your response.

“Of course I will!” You exclaimed as you hugged his side, a warm smile spreading on his face.

The two of you had been dating for about a year now and everything was going great. He was incredibly respectful and caring, never pushing any boundaries. Something he quickly learned when you starting dating was that you really were telling the truth when you said you’re naturally really sleepy. There were several times where he found you asleep at your desk or randomly throughout the day when you came over to his apartment. Since you still managed to get things done on time he never reprimanded your behavior, especially since a few of the other members were no better at times. After noticing that you regularly fell asleep around noon, Dazai decided to pull a prank on you. He grabbed a marker and quietly walked up to you before lightly drawing on your face, trying not to wake you.

“What are you doing now?” Atsushi asked worriedly.

Kunikida angrily typed away at his computer. “Not doing his work, that’s for damn sure”

“Aw c’mon! Is it fair that they get to sleep while we have to work?” He continued to draw on your face, dismissing the others concern.

“The president doesn’t mind so let them be” Atsushi sighed, returning his attention back to his work.

The brunette drew an animal nose on you as well as a weird pair of eyebrows. You remained asleep while he did this until Ranpo busted through the door. “I’m back!” He shouted, likely returning from picking up snacks.

“W-what are you doing?” You asked while in a tired state when you saw a marker in your face.

“Oh nothing...” he trailed off, moving back to his desk space.

You grabbed your phone and used it to look at yourself. “Ugh, you’re such a jerk” You groaned as you went to wash your face.

“Hey, at least it’s non-toxic” Dazai said between laughs. His unnecessarily loud laughter caused another argument between him and Kunikida, drawing the attention of the president. “What’s going on out here?”

“Dazai drew on me while I was sleeping!” You complained when you returned, drying your face off with a towel”

“Come with me, you can nap in my office” He extended his arm towards you, gesturing for you to follow him”

“Hah!” You stuck your tongue out at the brunette, a rather childish action despite you being older than him.

He slumped in his chair, muttering “Teachers pet”

You forced yourself to do a little extra work before giving into your tiredness to show that you appreciated your partners gesture. Eventually you curled up on the couch in his office and drifted off to sleep. When he finished answering some emails, he went to sit down next to you. He gently ran his fingers through your hair and a smile spread across your face as you unconsciously leaned into the touch. The sight was quite pleasing to him as your behavior reminded him of a cat which he found adorable. He soon left your side to get his laptop so he could continue to sit with you.

Even though you weren’t awake, you couldn’t be happier. You had found an amazing boyfriend and job as well. Your work was actually enjoyable now and better for your body. Your previous boss didn’t tolerate your napping at all so you had to be drinking coffee and energy drinks constantly. Since you would nap so much during the day, you often had to catch up on a few things late at night so Fukuzawa often told you to rest, wanting you to be as healthy as possible. He himself was extremely grateful for you as well. Due to his age he wasn’t very hopeful when it came to romance. It seemed that your stars aligned or something— regardless of what it was, you thanked your lucky stars that you met each other.

#fukuzawa x reader #bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd fanfic #fanfic #president fukuzawa #fukuzawa yukichi #bungou stray dogs fukuzawa #bsd fukuzawa

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Kaleidoscope || Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

A/n: this is a sequel to Thine Own Self Be True. I got the inspiration to write it after watching season 4, though it doesn't take place during this timeline. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): mutual breakup, confusion, sadness, hurt/comfort, female reader, make-up sex, rough sex, teasing, mild jealousy, slight public sex, special skill use, and aftercare.

No Minors Allowed!!

At moments like this, you realize that your relationship with Akutgawa is not meant to be. Taboo for obvious reasons, you consider yourself an irrational dupe for meeting with him in secret for so long, especially when unpredictable scenarios pit him against you. 

A yellow aura engulfs your hands as you activate your special skill, To Thine Own Self Be True, sending a crescent-shaped beam at the man in question. His Rashoumon halts the attack, eating at the space around it until it vanishes, but it doesn't matter. This is a decoy.

Atsushi rushes him from the side, using his Beast Beneath the Moonlight skill to manifest his forearms and legs. You continue to pelt Akutagawa with aura beams, dodging shadow-like tendrils as the ombre-haired mafioso keeps you at a distance. He knows your capabilities; he knows that if you touch him, you can turn the tides of battle in your favor. 

Not quite like before, humorously.

It had been your power that got you into the mess that you were in with him; whatever this relationship was. Had it been one time; one time that you had kissed him or one time that you had fucked him, then maybe it wouldn't be like this. 

But it was. 

Springing into a backflip, you dodge another tendril but in doing so, you miss his assistant, Higuchi sneaking up on you. She fires at you with a pistol, which hits the asphalt near you to your annoyance. You have no time to deal with her. Indeed, Atsushi doesn't need your help, but to avoid an unexpected incident with the Black-Fanged Hellhound, you intend to draw his attention toward you. 

With your aura, you manifest a shield to protect you from the bullets, but unexpectedly, a force hits you so hard in the side, it sends you off your feet, knocking the breath from your lungs. 

You hear Atsushi shout your name, but you aren't able to respond, being wracked with coughs. 

What just happened? 

The absence of Rashoumon bombarding you from all sides makes you wonder if Akutagawa had struck you down. 

Sitting up, you realize it's true. The wide-eyed expression on his face catches your attention and for a moment you are shocked. He can't be concerned, can he?

No. It's not in his nature.

You stand up, gripping your side in pain. There's no harm done; it's a battlefield after all. But the unexpected look on Akutagawa's face sticks in your head even when the fight concludes.

–

Resting at your desk in the comfort of the agency, you tap your finger against your knee as you wait for Kunikida to report in. 

The job, on your end, had been a success. Rampo had deduced that the client would be hunted by the Port Mafia after the poor soul had an unfortunate run-in with them that they managed once to escape. And as usual, he had been right.

You and Atsushi were put on bodyguard duty, a cover for the real plan, which was to confront the Port Mafia as Kunikida drove the client to a safe house. Once he was out of their reach, the confrontation between Akutgawa and Higuchi came to an end, and the 4 parted ways. 

The sound of the door opening draws your attention to the far side of the room as Atsushi enters, giving you a welcoming smile. His long belt swishes behind him as saunters over to his desk and sits down.

"Kunikida is within the city limits," he mentions. 

You hum, resting your cheek against your fist. 

"So our mission was a complete success. That's good to hear."

You hope that Mori doesn't scold Akutagawa too much for failing to catch the agency's client. Or worse. As much as you don't want him to get in trouble, there isn't much you can do. 

"Are you OK?" Atsushi asks in concern. "That hit you took earlier looked bad."

"I'm fine, other than a few scraps. My armor kept me from taking the full force of Rashoumon," you retort.

You are certain there will be bruises on you tomorrow, however. 

"It's nothing to concern Yosano over," you add with a grin.

Atsushi nods in understanding. It's silent after this. You scroll through your laptop searching the recent news updates until you feel your phone vibrate in the pocket of your uniform. Taking it out, you steal a peek at the screen to see that you have a message from Ombre. 

Ryuu. 

An air of excitement consumes you.

We need to talk. 

This can't be good. 

Sending him a quick response, you ask him to meet you at your apartment, then you put away the phone and return to your laptop. 

–

The remainder of the afternoon passes by somewhat fast. You sit patiently in the cab, enjoying the ride across Yokohama to your apartment the best you can. 

This talk Akutagawa mentioned is weighing down on you. No conversation starting with 'we need to talk' ends well. But it's expected. 

I knew this would never last. 

You consider messaging him, telling him that you understand; save him the trouble of coming over, but a part of you wants to see him one last time. The thought makes your stomach churn, but you do your best to ignore it.

Once the cab stops in front of your apartment building, you pay the driver and walk in. As expected, Akutagawa is waiting by your door. Tightening your jaw, you unlock it, letting him in.

"I'd offer you some tea but–"

"How is your side?" Akutagawa asks, interrupting you. 

A soft smile pulls at your lips. 

"It's bruised as expected." To tease him, you pull up the corner of your shirt just a bit, showing off your skin. "Do you want to see it?"

Akutagawa averts his eyes; his cheeks flush in response but he does not comment on it. 

"Ryuu," you utter. "I get it. We talked about this before and I understand we can't keep doing this."

He glances at you.

"Then you know what I have to say.."

"Yeah…I mean I've heard it before. But it's in the past for a reason," you explain. 

Sauntering over to the couch, you sit down. 

"I do like you, Ryuu, but our work is always going to put us in a position like earlier. And as much as I enjoyed it - whatever it was - you're right," you add. 

Akutagawa clears the gap and offers you his hand; his eyes avert to the floor. You know what he wants, and to keep things platonic, you link your pinkie around his. An orange aura connects you to him as you activate your special skill. 

Puzzlement… pangs of sadness. 

You hum. It's strange to feel sadness from a man such as Akutagawa, especially when it comes to you, but it's nice.

"It's mutual," you utter, releasing him. "Thank you."

With nothing left to say, you watch him turn and walk out the door. Your life feels a little more empty now.

–

The month slowly passes by and your focus remains solely on work. Every minor job that reaches the agency you take. It keeps you busy, but you don't mind.

You find it hard to keep Akutagawa from your thoughts, transiting from seeing him once or twice a week to none at all. But it's strangely tolerable. And ironically, the agency has not had a run-in with the Port Mafia since the mutual agreement.

Things are slowly turning back to normal, however, there is a hole in your life that you can't quite fill. 

Your laptop alerts you when it's your turn; the piece Dazai moves is dangerously close to your king, putting you in check. You hold back a groan knowing that Kunikida will scold you both if he finds out you are wasting time with Dazai playing online shogi when there is paperwork to do. 

Tick, tock. A message in the corner of the screen reads followed by an emoji of a croc. 

How cute. You grin and make your move, saving your king.

Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, you type back. 

Dazai replies with a laughing emoji and then quickly makes a move. You frown in response. How is he so good at this? As you contemplate your next move, a message that nearly takes your breath away pops up on the screen. 

How is Akutgawa-kun? 🤎

You feel like a deflated balloon. You indeed can lie and act like you have no idea who Akutagawa is, but there's no lying to Dazai; he knows better.

How did you find out? 

You came into the office last month wearing the same white button-down I saw him in the previous day. He replies. 

Your face turns red. Dazai is extremely perceptive. Moving your piece first you take an uneasy breath before typing back.

We aren't seeing each other anymore. It's in the past. 

Shame, Dazai comments. He's less of a grump. 

You can't help but grin. 

It can't be helped. 

With a single move, one you didn't see, Dazai puts you in checkmate. 

Can't it? 

What does he mean? You sit back in your chair in defeat. It can't be helped. You attempt to ask him how, but a sudden vibration from your pocket alerts you of a message. 

Meet me at the restaurant near the ocean. You know the one. 

You raise a brow. The number is unknown but you know the restaurant in which they speak; it's the same one you had met Akutagawa at with Atsushi. 

Is it him? You don't understand why he wouldn't use the previous number you have programmed into your phone, but perhaps there is a reason. They could also very well be a member of the Port Mafia. 

I'll be there, you reply. 

Perhaps Atsushi won't mind standing by again.

–

You stare in awe at the beautiful woman sitting in front of you. Her long wavy black hair falls down her back, a contrast to the knee-length white dress that she's wearing. You've never seen her before. How she knows you concerns you. 

A waitress brings her a cup of tea, in addition to your beverage, before she turns her attention to you.

"You brought the weretiger with you," she mentions softly. "He's sitting a block away from here and no doubt you have him on call in case this turns out to be a trap." 

Who is she? Her assumption is right. Your phone rests on your lap with your finger over the button. 

"Is it a trap?" You ask.

"No. I have no orders to go after you," the woman answers. 

She takes a drink of her tea and hums. 

"Then what reason do you have to call me out here?" You ask. "This meeting is a bit suspicious considering I have no idea who you are."

"I'm here because of my brother," she mentions. 

You raise a brow in question. Then, as if you are struck by lightning, you put two and two together.

"Ryuu? He never… never told me he had a sister."

Her eyes brighten; eyes that look like his. 

"It's as I thought. I've seen him with you before. But how long?"

"After the incident with Shibusawa," you admit. 

It doesn't surprise you that he didn't tell his sister. 

"Sorry, but… it's obvious you know my name. Should I not learn yours if we're going to speak so personally?" You ask. 

"It's Gin," she replies. 

You hide your smile behind your drink. 

"I wanted to know what you know about him," Gin mentions. 

That's a good question. 

"Not much obviously, or else I would have known that Ryuu has a sister," you admit. The conversation puts you at ease, but your finger remains over the button. "I know he likes tea and I found out the hard way that he doesn't like baths. And… I know about his lung disease - he told me that much. 

You frown at the last comment. A warmth spreads across your face.

"You know his skill's weakness," Gin points out.

"And he knows mine," you retort. 

He had divulged that information to you the first time you spoke with him, in exchange for information about your special skill.

"But you've never exploited it," Gin presses. 

Is she concerned that you will use it against him? As strong as his Rashoumon is, it has its disadvantages.

“My Rashoumon eats through all in its path, even space itself. However, its space-rupturing capabilities need time to activate, so guns and fire can harm me,” he had explained. “Use it to your advantage.”

You hum and run your finger along the glass's rim.

"I could. He told me to use the information to my advantage. But I have no intention to."

Gin doesn't buy it; you can see it in her eyes.

Raising your free hand, you offer it to her. 

"If it puts you at ease, I can show you that I mean it. Though I can assure you, there's no reason for me to exploit him. I do…care for Ryuu."

Staring at you a moment, Gin sighs and lifts her teacup to her mouth. 

"I believe you."

You're grateful. As unexpected as this encounter is, you are enjoying it. 

"You know, I bought a cute tea set with cats on them for Ryuu a few months back since he complained about drinking tea from a mug and he left without taking them," you mention. Warmth spreads across your face as you realize how ignorant you feel for bringing this up. "If he wants them, he can have them. I don't have much use for them."

"I think you should keep them. He would only complain again if you didn't have any at your apartment," Gin utters with a soft smile.

You have no words. It isn't like you don't want to see Akutagawa again; to kiss and tease him, but you can't. Mori would exploit him. Both of you know more than anyone, which makes it hard that those who know, have a stronger opinion on it.

We both agreed… it's over. 

You plan to honor that agreement. 

–

"I heard good things about it," you retort with a smile. It's much easier than you had expected to balance your cell phone against your shoulder with groceries in your arms. "But listen…Atsushi I'm almost home. I have a few things to put up."

"Do you want to go with us? Naomi and Jun'ichirō are going too." Atsushi asks on the other end. 

Technically you had bought groceries for an easy lunch, but you don't mind not having to cook. 

"I might," you mention, turning the corner to the hall you live down. 

As you do, you are greeted by an unexpected sight. The ombre-haired mafioso you hadn't spoken to in over 2 months stands against the wall next to your apartment door. His empty gray eyes turn to you as you slowly approach. 

"I'll um… call you back later with my answer Atsushi," you utter.

Not able to get your keys, you offer the bags in your less dominant arm to him, thankful when he takes them albeit to his annoyance. You hang up your phone and open the door, allowing him to enter before you saunter in, shutting the door behind you.

"Kitchen please," you state. 

Setting the groceries on the counter, you take an uneasy breath and turn your eyes to him. 

"What do I owe the pleasure?"

"Gin spoke to you," Akutagawa mentioned. 

It had been a while, but it was true. You nod to confirm. 

"About what?" He asks. 

"Boys and slumber parties," you joke.

Akutagawa glares at you, making you snort in response. 

"We spoke about you as if you needed to ask," you mention. To keep your nerves in check, you start to put away the groceries. "It wasn't a work conversation and based on your question I assume Gin didn't tell you the entire thing, so I won't repeat what she asked me."

With a sigh, you lean against the counter. 

"What are you doing here, Ryuu? I don't believe for one bit you came to talk about your sister. She seems to be on good terms with you, so I'm sure she'd tell you about our conversation if you were to ask her."

Offering his hand, you smile and link your pinkie with his. An orange glow surrounds both of you and a mix of nervousness and confusion floods your senses; the former from you. 

"You're confused… about this… about our situation."

"I don't have time for these feelings," Akutagawa mentions. Anger spills into the mix. "They're a distraction; a head full of adoration is irrational."

You separate your hand from his, not liking the intense emotion pouring off him. 

"We agreed, Ryuu. I don't–"

"It's more of a distraction when we're apart," he interrupts. 

Your face heats up in embarrassment. 

"I know… but it can't be helped."

Can't it?

Dazai's words had popped into your head so quickly that it made your body shake with nerves.

"Fucking Dazai," you utter with a snort. 

Akutagawa widens his eyes.

"Dazai-san knows?"

"Did you think he wouldn't notice? He…asked why it couldn't be helped. But honestly, I don't know. The agreement was mutual because of the steaks, but when we first met, I knew how much trouble this could cause us, but I ignored it," you explain.

You felt ignorant for even saying any of this. Love is irrational, especially on the battlefield, but you sort of liked being with him, even if it was only once or twice a week.

"I… didn't feel lonely."

You close the gap and hesitantly reach for his hands, activating your skill. A wave of contentment rolls off him, so you continue, wrapping your arms around him. 

"Every time I touch you, it's like a kaleidoscope," you mention. Your hands slide up his back; one continues up until your fingers thread into his hair. "So many colors… It's stunning."

Akutagawa shivers in response.

"It would be easier just to kill you."

"And you can certainly try once you've made good on the promise you made to Atsushi," you remind him with a grin. 

What feels like jealousy permeates the air at the mention of the weretiger's name.

"You were on the phone with him when you walked up," Akutagawa mentions. His warm breath tickles your neck. 

"Making plans for lunch as work associates sometimes do," you state with a grin. "You should try it sometime."

Akutagawa hums. 

"I don't need friends."

You snort in response. Of course, he doesn't. You'd feel terrible if you weren't hugged up against his chest.

"You've gone out to lunch with me before," you mention. "Am I to believe we aren't friends?"

"Your jokes are tiring," Akutagawa states with a sigh. 

He knows you have a point. You lean back and grin at him. 

"I can make so many lewd comments."

An absence of emotions from him concerns you. 

"Don't struggle," Akutagawa orders. 

An electric red aura surrounds him and before you can react, two shadow-like tendrils wrap around your wrists. You don't struggle as they lift your arms above your head. 

"I thought we agreed that you'd warn me."

"Don't struggle is a clear warning," Akutagawa merely points out.

You narrow your eyes teasingly.

"That's such a mafioso thing to–"

Closing the gap, he presses his lips against yours. It's surprisingly gentle for a bloodthirsty killer and brief. You sigh as he parts; the sensation lingers, provoking a gleeful smile from you.

"You're not letting me touch you for some reason. Do you not want to show me how you feel, Ryuu?"

Akutagawa grunts in response and averts his eyes to the floor, but the light hue of red on his pale skin is noticeable. 

You feel the tendrils around your wrists pull your arms down and toward the counter. At first, you aren't sure what he's doing but moving of your own free will, you realize he's leaning you over the counter with your arms out in front, touching the wall. 

Heat licks at your skin and your nipples harden in arousal. Is he set on fucking you in your kitchen? It's honestly been a while. You're eager but also nervous. This sensation reminds you of the first time you and Akutagawa fucked; the excitement and the hormones. It makes you more eager than ever to have him this close to you again. 

A hand touches your ass, but briefly as the mafioso removes your phone from your back pocket. He then slides his arms around your waist, pressing his warm body against yours as he undoes the button on your uniform and shimmies the fabric down your legs. You are left in nothing but your underwear; the cool breeze from your ceiling fan nips at your cheeks, making you shiver. 

A series of low taps catches your attention and before you can figure out the noise, Akutagawa leans in again and sets your phone on the counter where you can see the screen. To your horror, Atsushi's name and number are showing.

"W-what are you doing?" You ask.

"You never gave the weretiger an answer," Akutagawa answers. 

He leans forward and presses the call button to your dismay, putting it on speakerphone. As you wait for Atsushi to pick up, Akutagawa slips his hand between your thighs and into your underwear, spreading your outer lips. He slowly rubs small slow circles around your clit. You moan in response, but it's cut short as Atsushi's unsuspecting voice comes over the line. 

What is Akutagawa thinking? Does he seriously want Atsushi to hear this? He insisted that you give your coworker an answer. Is he mad?

"H-hey, sorry for taking so long," you utter. Your hips arch as the slow torturous pace he sets makes your body shiver. "I'm a bit tied up with housework so I'm not going to be able to make it."

"That's fine. Maybe–"

The sound of someone struggling to get the phone from him floods the line and you take a moment to hum as Akutagawa quickens his pace. Waves of pleasure roll from your core to the tips of your toes. 

"What do you mean you aren't coming?" Naomi's curious voice asks over the line.

She has no idea how lewd her question sounds to you at the moment. 

"I h-have housework," you retort. An embarrassed warmth spreads across your face. 

"You can do that later," Naomi argues. "Come out and eat with us."

You absolutely can't and there is no way you can tell her that a dangerous mafioso is fingering you in your kitchen. 

"Rain check," you utter. "I can't–" 

"Is something wrong? Atsushi says your breathing sounds rushed," Naomi interrupts. 

Of course, he can hear you struggling. Those tiger senses are no joke; Akutagawa knows this. 

A sudden gasp makes you widen your eyes.

"Are you having your monthly?" Naomi whispers. 

You almost snort. 

"Yeah, Nomi. I'm in a bit of pain."

This is a complete lie. Your body is a trembling wreck from the slow pleasure creeping across your sensitive nerves. It's almost too much. 

"No worries then," the dark-haired girl states. "I'll cover for you. Just get some rest."

"T-thank you. I owe you one," you utter in relief. 

When the call ends, you take a deep breath, resting your heated face on the counter. 

"You're evil."

"Were you not aware?" Akutagawa asks. 

To your annoyance, he removes his hand from your pussy, but the moment you hear the sound of his zipper, your skin breaks out in goosebumps. You spread your legs eagerly. 

Not having to wait long, you hum as your underwear is pulled down. Akutagawa trails his fingers up your thigh and between your legs, spreading you once again. A sigh of relief pours from your parted lips as the head of his cock enters you, thrusting deep a second later. 

Surges of pleasure tickle your sensitive nerves as the mafioso grasps your hips, starting gently. It's when you arch your ass into him, does he quicken the pace, pressing you against the counter with every thrust.

You moan in response, but it's much too fast for you. 

"Slow down."

It doesn't hurt, but you don't necessarily want to come so soon; you want to enjoy him a bit more. But Akutagawa doesn't seem to care. Something is fueling him. His pace seems almost possessive, almost like he's making a point. You wonder if perhaps the interaction with Atsushi put him in this mood. 

"You're not the jealous type, are you, Ryuu?" You ask, aware of how dangerous this question is. 

Fingers slide into your hair at the base of your neck, trailing up midway. You groan as Akutagawa grasps the laces between his fingers and leans your head back. The hold on your wrists thankfully releases and you can rest your arms, keeping them at your side as he presses you against his chest. 

"You accuse me of being jealous. Of whom? The weretiger?" 

A hand slips between your legs, stimulating your clit for a second time. Your body arches in response. 

"I w-wasn't going to give names." 

His hand between your thighs pauses, earning a groan from you; his thrusts are deliberately slow. You rest a hand over him, activating your power. Mixed with the arousal is a strong sense of jealousy, as you had expected.

"What do you have to be jealous about?" you ask. "I've only ever wanted you."

To emphasize your point, you allow him a peek at your aura. He sighs in response and circles your clit; you move your fingers in unison with his, turning up your eyes as the sensation in your core grows.

Akutagawa's pace quickens, but it's not as possessive as before. Paired with the stimulation to your clit, his thrusts feel remarkable; just enough so that you are thrown completely over your limit and into an intense orgasm. 

Your hips arch and your body tenses to the waves of pleasure that roll over you, shooting down to your toes. For a moment you lean against Akutagawa, out of your mind, and slowly coming down, until he prompts you to lie against the table. Lewd wet noises permeate the air as his thrusts drive deep and hard into your sensitive core. You reach and grasp his hand at your waist, using your ability once again. 

The intense desperation and need pouring from him makes your walls tighten. 

"I missed this. I needed you so bad," you sob. 

Akutagawa pulls back, removing his cock from you, and covers your ass and thighs in his warm cum. It's almost as if your words had a desired effect on him; almost as though he enjoys being told how much he's needed. He's too–

A fit of coughs brings you into reality. You know Akutagawa doesn't like to be pitied, but every time you hear him struggle to breathe, you feel helpless and uneasy. 

"I can… make you some tea if you want," you mention, turning to face him. 

Akutagawa shakes his head and then removes his hand. 

"I'll make it."

You nod in understanding. He doesn't need you to comfort him. 

"The tins are in the cabinet where they've always been."

Leaving him for a moment, you go into the bathroom to pee and clean up. Once you are refreshed, you return to the kitchen where you had left Akutagawa, seeing him judging the tea set you bought for him. 

"Next time you can buy your own," you retort.

"Next time? Have you not had enough?" He asks. 

You snort and grab a drink from the fridge. 

"Of you? No. My ignorance knows no bounds."

Akutagawa hums. 

"Likewise."

"We may have to hurt one another one day by continuing down this path. That's a tough pill to swallow," you mention.

There's no doubt in your mind that Mori will eventually figure it out. But will he ask Akutagawa to kill you? There's no benefit from your death that the Port Mafia might exploit, so perhaps not, but you can't see him accepting it as the Agency might. 

"It's going to be rough," you utter. 

"I was under the assumption you liked it that way," Akutagawa states. 

Your face heats up. For once you have nothing to say. Lewd statements coming from him are strange.

"I'll admit, that was kind of hot."

He hums. 

"This isn't going to end well."

"At least we can say we tried," you utter with a snort. 

Closing the gap, you hesitantly slide your arm around him, hugging him from behind. His body remains tense but he doesn't make a move to reject you. 

"I missed you."

The ombre-haired mafioso sighs. 

"Likewise."

It's all the confirmation that you need. Whatever time brings, at least you know Akutagawa will face it with you. 

#bungou stray dogs fanfiction #ryuunosuke akutagawa #bungou stray dogs fandom #akutagawa x reader #female reader

[itzmoonies]

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Making a BSD characters (without drawing bc I suck at it) based on real authors : Victor Hugo !

I NEED him in bsd. He fought for human rights, for the abolition of the death penalty, for poor people, for children who were forced to work young, for women and single moms (who were treated as h0es if their husband left them)… He stood up to the king and wasn't afraid to say it. He even asked for a painter to represent Napoleon (the king) as a fearful bird fleeing from Victor Hugo.

- Victor Hugo would join the ADA, and this is for sure. But first, he won't be a very nice person… Not necessarily in the port mafia, but probably in some things as bad. Because before being so kind and courageous, Victor Hugo was far-right, so he agreed with what Napoleon said. But he changed and he became a nicer person, and he helped many people.

- In the BSD universe, Victor changed after seeing someone dying in front of him. A little boy named Gavroche (Gavroche is a little boy in one of his books). Gavroche was singing the song "It's Voltaire's fault", before dying. It was something that changed the way Victor saw things, and he decided that no one deserved this. (This is not how the IRL Victor Hugo changed)

- He's someone very brave and courageous. He's not scared of dying or whatever.

- He will be in his twenties

- He will try to teach Kyoka and Atsushi things. Like maths, science ect. The IRL Victor Hugo wanted the education to be free, so it won't be surprising if he teaches kids that couldn't have access to school/education.

- He always hums the song Gavroche sang before he died.

- He will TOTALLY be against Mori, he will hate him for sure. He can't support these types of people.

- He will be serious and calm, but he will always have a gentle smile on his face.

- He will, randomly, buy things for the people in need (food, drink ect…)

- He will love creating little stories in his head, and he will share them with Ranpo and Yosano.

- His ability would be "Wretched" (One of his most famous books.) This will allow him to curse someone. (Because the people in this book have very very bad life. Jean Valjean, Fantine… They're not cursed, but it felt like they were.)

- He will get along with Kunikida and Fukuzawa

- Victor will remind Dazai of Oda

- He will totally be called bby by the fandom-

- His birthday is the 26th of February

-“Life is just one long loss of everything you love.”

- He will make a lot of effort to be forgiven about his past. He, himself, is ashamed of himself for what he has done.

- He's for human's right.

- He will drink coffee in the morning because he's not a morning person.

I'll think I'll do more later about other authors I want in BSD, because there are a lot of them that I want.

Anyways, bye bye

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

#bsd #bsd oc #original oc #bungou gay dogs #kunikida doppo #dazai osamu #ranpo edogawa #oda sakunosuke #fukuzawa yukichi #yosano akiko #kyoka izumi #atsushi nakajima #mori ougai #victor hugo

[teacrying]

Headcanons for the feels✨

Fandoms(in order): BSD, Haikyuu, Genshin Impact

Characters: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu , Fukuzawa Yukichi, Iwaizumi Hajime, Kita Shinsuke, Hinata Shoyo, Arataki Itto, Kaedahara Kazuha, Cyno, Dainsleif

Contains: fluff

A/N: in my opinion these are pitiful lmao

BSD:

When you are feeling down Atsushi is no longer a cat, he becomes the best golden retriever boy you can find. I’m talking he will almost drop everything. He will constantly send you funny or cute videos, pictures, and messages. If he can he’d try to call you or even visit you when in break. When he finally comes home for the day you bet your ass he’d have some of your favorite snacks and meal along with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. They might not be your favorites but he did try and that is what makes you melt into a puddle. Cuddles you to sleep, partially for you and partially to make himself feel better.

Chuuya hates tears, or at least he hates crying in front of others and seeing you cry. He would rather step on a lake full of broken glass than have to see you cry. He goes through an array of emotions when he does see you cry, luckily his brain works fast and his face only shifts minimally so you don’t notice. He comforts you and wipes away the tears while asking what’s wrong hoping it wasn’t someone who had hurt you, and if it were that he could personally visit them when he’s already out working. While comforting you and getting the details, or lack of details sometimes, he gathers all the comfort items he has in his grasp. A nice glass of wine here, a cozy blanket there, topped off with an order from your favorite restaurant and your favorite movie playing on the tv. He will only relax once you are done crying and starting to perk up.

Yukichi understands people the most but that doesn’t mean he likes it. He is ok with feelings but he hates seeing his loved ones anything but happy or relaxed. I personally believe if he sees this in public his comfort will be more subtle because he doesn’t like initiating PDA but it’s an entirely different beast behind closed doors. Massages, a warm bath, your favorite meal that he prepared. Truly a king.

Dazai will do the most. Like, he’d test the waters with asking for a double suicide but the second it makes you upset he will be smothering you in kisses and hugs. He draws you goofy images and you I’ll send you cute little messages throughout the day. He will convince Atsushi and Kunikida to do the last remaining bits of work he has to leave early to get a few things for a pampering night ahead. He has the food, the flowers, the goofiness, and most of all the love. He manages to find some pictures from before he met you and told you the stories behind them.

Haikyuu:

Iwaizumi will pull you into his lap and just let you sit there cuddling into him with an arm around you while he does his own thing, usually work. He likes to have you in the room with him at the least but having you touching him soothes both of you the most. He will either cook a warm meal or get takeout for the both of you. He makes sure you do all the necessary things before bed to continue snuggles.

Kita would go out his way to pick some flowers himself to give them to you. He’d then make you something that his granny would make him when he’s down. He’d prefer if you were helping but would understand if you just wanted to be near him while making the food. He’d talk about his day and how the farm dog was extra helpful, he knew that would give him a little shift in your mood and maybe even your face shift into a small smile. He would 100% love bathing together. Seeing you physically relax makes him feel so much better that he can even start to describe.

Hinata is concerned and he shows it. He will do whatever in his power to get you to feel better. He will tell stories and even show you some funny pictures, usually of Kageyama looking constipated while he tries to smile. The ultimate golden retriever boyfriend. Would go out out of his way to just carry you because he can and will baby his baby. If he was out of the country or city he would be on the phone as much as possible along with sending pictures and even getting some of his teammates he knows you know to talk to you and send you silly pictures of Shoyo in practice, the more cursed the better!

Genshin Impact:

Itto will try everything from talk to you to tell you about his recent escapades to even lift random things, including you, to make you giggle! I feel like this man can only make one dish really well while others only taste decent and he will use this to his advantage. He will bring Granny Oni over too, she’s his secret weapon to help lift moods! Despite her being his secret weapon she also is doing it at his expense by telling baby Itto stories! He will pick flowers for you, doesn’t matter what type he will give you whatever one thinks would be enhanced by simply being near you.

Kazuha will play you songs or even sing. I think out of all these characters he’s most in tune with the emotions of those he holds dear. If you need him just to be near he knows before you say anything. If you want to talk he will start slowly by asking simple things like what you would like to eat and then ease into how you feel. Another King. Will let you play with his hair! Anything he can give you he will and does frequently. Loves to do crafts with you!!! His favorites are origami because sometimes you might need help and he loves to show you how.

Cyno might react one of two ways… he might go slightly rigid with annoyance if it were someone who made you feel this way but would get the detail fully before he goes out and settles it. BUT he might also just go rigid with awkwardness, he probably doesn’t have much interactions with many emotionally outside of work but he’s also a quick learner and talks to Tighnari for some help and find it’s easy to ease you once he’s confident in doing so. He likes holding your hand and rubbing gentle circles on it with his thumb while you talk about it. He’s a good listener and sometimes that’s the best but as I said he is a quick learner and will learn that sometimes talking isn’t what’s needed and it’s just his presence while you do your own things.

Dainsleif, my king. He is good at understanding and recognizing feelings, though he hates dealing with everyone but your feelings. He firmly believes honesty is the best policy even when it might not be the best to use right away. Helps get your thoughts in check and understands that his bluntness might not be the best but he slowly eases up on it. Likes to have you on his lap during the wind down of your day before bed. He is another person who would pick flowers but he knows flower language and tends to stay in the same zone with the flowers he picks. He is already getting takeout for the both of you when he picks the flowers. Before bed but after the in lap wind down he likes to pamper you by getting a bath ready for just you but he is willing to stay in the bathroom and either read to you or tell you stories.

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #bsd atsushi nakajima #bsd nakahara chuuya #bsd dazai osamu #bsd fukuzawa yukichi #haikyuu iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu kita shinsuke #haikyuu hinata shoyo #genshin impact arataki itto #genshin impact kaedehara kazuha #teaskies headcanons #genshin impact cyno #genshin impact Dainsleif

[zukkaoru]

i am. love you. tehe.

oda & naomi + "you look very manly in this photo"

sigma & margaret + "that's it. i'm leaving"

fyodor & chuuya + "Because you’re not to step within a thousand feet of a Cinnabon, [name]"

lucy & gin + "i'm gonna kick your... HEAD"

kyouka & jun'ichirou + "umm, we just exploded a bus!"

ranpo & elise + "sit down, shut up, and i'll buy you a candy bar"

ango & chief taneda + "professor you are bald as hell"

hiiii beloved <333 umm okay obviously the oda & naomi one is beast au. and the fyodor and chuuya one is a no abilities au?? no other context though. also the gin & lucy one kind changed to gin/lucy bc uhhhh i'm a lesbian. thank u

“You look very manly in this photo,” Naomi muses. Oda looks up to find her holding a photograph of Kunikida, taken from a security camera during his most recent mission. Kunikida, of course, ignores her. “Let me see,” Oda says. Naomi hands him the picture and he looks it over before nodding in agreement, just to see if he can draw out a better reaction. “I agree, Naomi-chan. It’s a good photo—very manly. Only thing I’d change is the glasses. He could go for something sexier.” Naomi snorts. Kunikida’s brow furrows. “My glasses are perfectly fine. I would appreciate it if you would stop gossiping about me while I am right here, trying to work.” Naomi rolls her eyes, and Oda bites back a snicker as he passes the picture back over.

-

“That’s it.” Margaret slams her hands on the table, standing up. “I’m leaving!”

As she goes, Sigma eyes the spread of cards warily. There’s no way this wasn’t stacked, though they’d assured Lucy wasn’t the one dealing, since she likes showing off her new illegal skills whenever possible. Apparently she isn’t the only (former) Guild member who can stack a deck of cards.

Sigma sighs. They stand too, heading to find Margaret. They tune out the background noise of Lucy yelling at Mark and John while Louisa tries to calm her down.

When they find Margaret, she’s standing with her back against the wall, arms folded over her chest. She huffs. “I know they’re cheating so I’ll lose.”

Sigma purses their lips. “You’re probably right. …But they aren’t the only ones who know how to cheat at card games. …I could help you get a little revenge?”

Slowly, a smile spreads across Margaret’s face.

-

Chuuya grabs Fyodor by the back of his jacket, preventing him from taking even one more step.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Chuuya sighs. “You are not to step within one thousand feet of a Cinnabon. Your partners were very specific. If I have to babysit you, I don’t want you getting high off cinnamon or whatever the hell you did to make them give me that warning.” They begin walking in the opposite direction of the mall, dragging Fyodor behind them. They don’t know how they let Dazai talk them into agreeing to this.

“I have done no such thing.”

“Full offense, but I don’t believe you. Now pick up your feet or we’re going to be late. Sigma is waiting for us and she deals with enough shit just having to be friends with you.”

-

“I’m gonna kick your…HEAD!” Lucy exclaims.

Gin raises their eyebrows, clearly calling into question Lucy’s ability to follow through with her threat. Which only serves to fan the flame of anger burning bright in Lucy’s chest. Stupid Gin and their stupid piercing gaze and perfect looks and nimble fingers and Lucy hates that they probably could kick her head, if they tried. It’s infuriating. Gin is infuriating.

“I could do it!” Lucy argues. “You’re not that tall! I could get my leg all the way up there! Just watch!”

Lucy kicks, and while she does come close, Gin easily evades her foot. They dodge effortlessly, and in one swift movement, they’ve got Lucy pinned against the wall with one arm against her throat. Their eyes seem to stare into Lucy’s soul, grey like swirling storm clouds.

Lucy swallows thickly, her gaze dropping to where Gin’s mouth is covered by their mask.

Shit.

-

“Um…” Jun’ichirou swallows nervously. “We just exploded a bus.”

“Yes,” Kyouka agrees. Her tone is far too calm for their current situation. The remains of said bus are still smoldering before them, and they’re lucky everyone else managed to escape in time.

“After being attacked by demon triplet ability users.”

“Yes,” Kyouka repeats. She sheaths her knife.

Jun’ichirou stares hopelessly at the smoke wafting into the sky. He’s already imagining the damage report he’s going to have to complete once this case is wrapped up, and they’ve barely even started it. The ability users got away, and Jun’ichirou has no idea which direction they even escaped in, and when he and Kyouka were assigned this case, they weren’t even aware there were ability users involved!

He sighs. It’s going to be a long day.

-

“Sit down and shut up!” Ranpo snaps. They are at the end of their rope, and if Elise doesn’t chill out in the next two seconds, he’s going to attempt murder. “If you do, I’ll buy you a candy bar.”

Elise stops her singing and dancing immediately. “Really?”

“Yes! Just— Stop being so annoying!”

Elise sits down obediently. “Okay. I want my candy bar now.”

“I can’t go buy it while I’m babysitting.”

She glares at him for a moment, and then starts singing again, even louder than last time. It hurts Ranpo’s ears and his head and God why is she like this?! If Mori can make her behave however he wants, why is she literally the worst person on earth?!

“FINE!” Ranpo shouts. He marches over to where his stash of snacks is, grabs the first candy bar he sees, and throws it at Elise. “Now be quiet!”

Elise grins smugly as she begins unwrapping the candy.

-

“Professor,” Ango says, the word slurring with sleep as it falls from his lips. Taneda looks over at him, unsurprised to see he’s nearly started dozing at his desk. What does surprise him, however, is that Ango meets his gaze and finishes his sentence with, “You are…bald as hell.”

“What?”

But Ango just hums absentmindedly before returning to his work. As if he’s said nothing out of the ordinary.

Taneda lifts a hand to his head, unsure if the comment should make him self-conscious or just concerned for Ango’s well-being. It’s certainly not something he would have said if he were in a sound state of mind, but a sleep-deprived Ango is often one who is unable to control his brain-to-mouth filter.

So, Taneda simply sighs and prepares himself for the battle that is convincing Ango to go home and rest.

#drafted this earlier and then forgot to post wHOOPS #n e way. this was. an adventure to write #corey tag #ask game #grace's writing tag #also some of these ended up not being the first sentence and i switched the wording a bit but i can change whatever rules i want #hi corey ily <3

[babyminty]

Cg Dazai/Little Kunikida

Kunikida had been overworking himself for a while now, and Dazai was becoming increasingly worried about him. He knew Kunikida had also been putting off regressing, which was definitely affecting Kunikida negatively. Even though he was doing so much work, the majority of it was really quite sloppily done and had to be redone by someone else.

Dazai was going to help Kunikida. He knew that regressing would help him a lot, so he planned a 'Little Day' for Kunikida, which was going to be a surprise. Kunikida was the type of little who was always busy, whether that be coloring, drawing, or something else, so Dazai searched for coloring pages, word searches, counting worksheets and a whole bunch of other fun activitys for a little to do, printed them and added some blank paper to the pile as well for if Kunikida wanted to draw instead.

Dazai set up the apartment, laying blankets and pillows on the ground in the living room, along with the activity pages, khokis, pencils, and crayons. There were also building blocks in the corner, just in case Kunikida would be feeling too small to do the more complicated worksheets, or if he just wanted to play with them. He also got a sippy cup and filled it with apple juice, as well as made Mac 'n Cheese, which he would pop in the microwave later if by the time Kunikida arrived, it was cold. Everything was set, and now Dazai just had to wait for Kunikida to get there.

When Kunikida finally arrived, he saw all the things that he loved when he was regressed and regressed right on the spot, the regression he had been trying to avoid finally taking over. "Dada?" He called, Dazai heard him and immediately came around the corner to greet him. "Hi, baby. I've set up some fun activities for you. What would you like to do first? Dazai asked, giving Kunikida his Mac 'n Cheese.

"Cowour?" Kunikida requested, pointing at a coloring page of a puppy. "Alright, hun." Dazai got the page as well as some coloring supplies for Kunikida and layed them on a flat surface. Kunikida happily sat down on the blanket, shifting so he was on his tummy, kicking his feet in the air and started to colour. He was coloring in the puppy, and he made its nose green, its face and right ear yellow, its left ear orange, its eyes blue, and the rest of it purple. He was very proud of it and showed it off to Dazai before hurrying away again and selecting a word search from the pile to do.

After a while, he had found five of the eight words, but three of them were still missing. "Dada!" He called. "What do you need, baby?" Dazai asked as he sat besides Kunikida. "Can't find da words." Kunikida complained. "Alright. I can help if you want?" Kunikida nodded his head. " Okay. Two of the words start with an E, so maybe look at all the Es and see if the next letter of one of the words is next to it." Dazai suggested. Kunikida tried that, and soon all three words were found. He did a spot-the-difference work sheet as well as a counting one, finished his juice and Mac 'n Cheese, got ready for bed, and as soon as Dazai tucked him into bed, he was out like a light, fast asleep.

#fanfiction #age regression #agere #little space #fanfic #oneshot #bsd #bungo stray dogs age regression #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs agere #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd dazai #caregiver dazai #dazai osamu #kunikida doppo #bsd kunikida #bungou stray dogs kunikida #age regressor kunikida

[tecchous-thicc-buttocks]

what do you like doing in your free time?

why is your name clenched buttocks (I wanna know the reason, pls its so funny lol)

what are things you're good at? (own it babe) (and i don't mean 'babe' in a weird way - just gotta clear that lol)

do you have a best friend?

do you write OG stories and/or fanfics?

one thing you hate about yourself

one thing you love about yourself

do you want a pet? if so, what pet and why

(pls at this rate, its sounding like an interview, so sorry 😂 i'm just...i have a lot of time in my hands and i decided to do this for no particular reason)

fave type of music?

what made you like bsd? and did you always like it? (cause for me, i didnt like it too much at first but it grew on me the second time around)

have you read the bsd light novels and what's your fave light novel if yes?

any pet peeves?

what's your 'ideal' partner (do you have a type like Kunikida or are you fine with anything as long as you're having fun)

Would you rather be single and rich or taken and with a normal salary?

are you happy with where you work/study?

what's your dream career?

what's the app you use the most?

would you rather draw or write?

*** (P.S just pick the ones you want to answer) **

i think im going to look like a weirdo asking so much questions but whatever. at least we dont know each other HAHA i hope you have a good day. <3 and also i love your analyses. just keep posting what you like. i find some of your posts funny lol

good day.

(# you asked and i delivered) (# just me looking for an excuse to use this line) (# cause you said you wanted more questions in your other post TT) (# also ik this isn't a real tag but i wanna be ✨creative) (# fan behavior? idk anymore lmao) okay bye mwa <3

KHJDKJKSAJDGKJSFKG I LOVE THIS I LOVE YOU I WILL BEGIN ANSWERING NOW

i have no free time. I either overwork myself or sleep. however, assuming that i've got a sliver of time to do something, I swap from one obsession to the next <3 rn it's going for insanely long bike rides and turn down every road I feel like until I'm lost,, and going to the gym like an absolute maniac bc i want my arms to be the size of a regular adult's legs

my username is what i desire in life. it is was I strive to be worthy of. it is beauty and life itself, it is the culmination of the universe's most wonderous accomplishments all squished into two raging enormous, gargantuan muscular earth shattering sea trembling ass cheeks 😩😩 (BUT in all seriousness I chose this bc I felt like having tecchousthiccthighs wasn't quite as pleasant??? eheheh buttocks is a funny word)

MY TALENT IS SAYING ANYTHING THAT CROSSES MY MIND TO STRANGERS i've been on this spree lately where I just straight up call anyone pretty when I run into them and HOLY MOLY PPL ARE SO CUTE ABT IT this is your sign to compliment someone today ✨✨ but nah baby i'm good at everything it's a curse ngl (U CAN CALL ME WTV HUN IT'S OK KJKDJFKJS UR SO ADORABLE WHAT)

no best friend bc i can't do commitment and bully friends that get too close to me 😍😍 BUT i'm gonna tag @bellyjellyfish for being my one and only and somehow not hating me thru my unironic "uwu" phase <33

I wrote a 700 page story when I was 12 and it remains unfinished bc I kept rambling and there was no plot 🕴️I love writing but abandon a whole lot of works bc I dream up the rest of the plot and go "oh well why write it now i've been there done that" I DO WRITE FANFICS 👁️👁️ I have a wp account where i wrote a bunch of awful stories and it still stands to this day! (no i will not disclose it don't even try me grr)

I hate how sexy I am 😭😭😭😩😩😩🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

I love how sexy I am 😳😳😳😳🥶🥶🥶🥶😜😜😜😜

I WANT A TARANTULA I WANT A TARANTULA I WAS A CHILEAN RED KNEE TARANTULA AND I WANT ONE SO BADLY OMFG I've always liked spiders but the ppl I live with would absolutely kick me out if I got one??? once i live on my own i'm def buying two cages so that whenever I have guests, I just put out the empty cage, hide the real one, and be like "oh no what happened to billy my tarantula, he escaped again :(" just to wreak havoc

(HAHA NO IT'S OK I USUALLY DO THIS TO OTHER PPL SO I APPRECIATE U SM LOL SLIDE INTO MY DMS BBG)

fav type of music is classical bc i'm edgy and not like other girls 🤩🤩🤩 something about la campanella just hit so hard when I was like 10 that I have taken it and ran, but I do listen to rnb a lot, never in just one language tho bc sometimes english sucks my d

I liked bsd as soon as I saw ranpo's silhouette in the first episode, I was like "him. I want him 🏃‍♀️" but it was solidified in my head as soon as I saw natsume bc 1) he's hot AF IT'S NOT FAIR I WANT HIM 2) I had been reading his irl works and fell in love, so I started exploring other bsd authors and it introduced me to gogol (i'm so in love with his writing style it's not ok) soooo yeah :)) I started reading bc someone (you know who you are) liked chuuya and I haven't looked back since, tbh it's one of my favs just bc of the characters and their depth

I've read all the light novels I could get my hands on, and I have to say stormbringer FOR THE ONLY, SOLE REASON THAT I AM IN ABSOLUTE LOVE WITH ADAM

pet peeve hmmmm idk??? i'm chill with everything except pickles I hate those mfs, but if I had to chose smth it would be when someone shoves a ship down my throat (it's me i'm bitches go stan satosugu rn)

no ideal partner! I'm aro fyi, but also I feel like I'd be chill with just abt anything?? if u match my energy, we can be partners in chaos and i'll feel understood, and if you don't, I get to learn abt a different kind of lifestyle and get to have someone sane to hold me down (or to corrupt), so either way it's a win. I find culture to be incredibly attractive, speak a language I don't or tell me about a tradition of yours with a wholesome smile and I'd move mountains for you 💖💖 teach me abt something that you're emotionally invested in and an expert, and I'm literally yours <3

haha i don't ever wanna be in a relationship so i'll take being rich,, but honestly it ain't about the money, i'd want to have a normal salary and be taken, but it just ain't my vibe ?? dunno how to explain erm-

dream career is racecar driver YOU TRAVEL ACROSS THE WORLD TO ICONIC DESTINATIONS YOU GET PAID INSANE MONEY AND YOU GO VROOM VROOM VERY FAST WHILE CONSTANTLY ALMOST DYING WHAT ELSE DO I NEED IN LIFE????

app i use most is my local library app bc i'm constantly trying to renew my books that are incredibly close to being overdue 🫡 but nahh i don't use my phone that often it still irks me i'm actually a 60 year old gilf who hates technology and complains abt kids these days

I CAN'T DRAW BUT I ALSO CAN'T WRITE YOU'VE GOT ME AT A DEADLOCK BRO??? if it's which I would rather be GOOD at, i'd say drawing bc imagine thinking abt something and just printing it out on paper??? yall fr got some magical talent omg

WHAT IF WE DO KNOW EACH OTHER THO??? WHAT IF WE'RE ACTUALLY NEIGHBORS??? CHILDHOOD FRIENDS??? YOU NEVER KNOW AND YOU PROBABLY NEVER WILL MUAHAHAHAHA i'm gonna stop now but ty for all your questions and have a wonderful day, darling <33

#tags are where i live i love that u made ur own #are u erm single #me u marriage rn #FAN BEHAVIOUR??? OMG WHY ARE U MY FAN I HAVE A FAN??? #this made me giggle a lil bit bc i love talking abt myself but also hate it #fr tho i have met a whole lot of ppl on the internet just by sending them random ass questions and they just answered them like it was chil #fr nikolai kinnie moment #HOWEVER THIS WAS DEFINITELY UNEXPECTED??? #i also got ur other ask i won't post it bc you said to ignore but ur so cute ily #WHY DO U STAY ANON GRR I WANT TO SEND U MY FEET PICS LOVINGLY #anywho #answering asks

[neko-chans-teashop]

Obey me hcs (younger brothers)

Ps. I had to use seperate gifs for them cuz I couldn't find that one card summon gif.... Enjoy!

Satan

It's the angry boi who loves cats lololol

Somehow likes Levi and Asmo, even though they aren't part of the Anti-Lucifer League

He is actually a pretty skilled writer, but is too shy to tell anyone

Chaotic Neutral

Secretly loves manga. All of Levi's old manga is stuffed somewhere in his room.

Is good at brewing tea, and has contrasting tastes in tea compared to Luci. Satan likes the more subtle and smooth tea flavors, and only drinks strongly flavored tea when his no sleep spells don't work. Meanwhile Luci loves strong tea 24/7

Asmo gave him skinny jeans once. Istg his feet nearly turned purple and he never wants to wear skinny jeans again.

Secretly very big on wearing hoodies. They're comfy and loose, and come in cute designs.

Secretly has a hoodie with cat ears, bought by Asmo and Belphie. Each of them had matching cat ear hoodies.... So cute

The pajama set that he wears (in the gif) was bought by Asmo.... In the animation, both of their hoodies show nearly half their chest, so we can assume that they probably bought similar-ish pajamas

Levi would sometimes be like "It's Kunikida Jr."

Istg it gets nearly all of the brothers hung from the ceiling when they hear that and start laughing so much

Has cat themed everything... Pajamas, coffee mugs, bookmarks, and secretly..... Even underwear sometimes

Asmodeus

I've been waiting for this for a while....

He is very good at drawing, and sometimes even designs his own clothing.

He went and designed a kimono for himself, honestly it was really into the pink and purple aesthetic

Thinks he and Satan are a good pair. I mean pink and green are one of the best color combos right???

He mostly raised baby Satan, and ordered most of his clothes. Satan secretly got his fondness of cats from him

Asmo likes bunnies, and Satan likes cats. They sometimes argue about which is better, and it always ends with "But we know mc is the best."

Sometimes asks Belphie to wear some of the clothes he buys, and also asks Beel too

He likes how well toned Beel's body is, and invites him to his photoshoots. I'll tell you that I'm sure that the other models would swoon when they saw Beel

Associates the song suki suki daisuki by Jun Togawa with terror bc of one of his late night stands *ahem* it's story time kids

He brought home a succubus late at night, and the song playing in the club was suki suki daisuki. He asked the succubus "What's your favorite song dearie?" The succubus answered you know what......

And then Asmo accidentally got trapped in the succubus' sort of realm or smth (similar to the Megumi's domain expansion in jjk)

Lucifer had to save him..... Asmo didn't bring home anyone for about a month or two.

Beel is the go-to shopping companion, he doesn't complain when carrying shopping bags but you need to feed him first tho

Once considered Luci a sugar daddy (idk he probably pays for his brother's expenses) bc he frequently pays for his shopping sprees

Hung from the ceiling. Mammon was already hanging there and he was like "Ara ara." (Mammon watched demon slayer when he was bored) and Asmo was like "You watch Highschool DXD too?"

Will tease the shit out of you but will help you calm down when you're done with his teasing

Anime character with similar energy as him - Akiko Yosano from bsd (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Chaotic good

Beelzebub

He gives loads of lawful good energy

His energy = serotonin blast from just hanging out with him

When he eats just enough, he will go to sleep quickly (he'd need to eat the same amount as all the food content of a grocery store to eat "just enough")

Puppy eyes from Beel are just so precious- I can't even breath just thinking about it-

It's frequent that Mammon takes him out to eat and pays for it most of the time (yes I am trying to tell everyone to not hate Mammon bc he is just a big bro with problems)

For any Kenji (bsd) and Mitsuri (kny) kinnies, he gives off so much aura that is similar to theirs

Eats a lot, wholesome, and cinnamon roll energy multiplied by three-

Whoever handles the bill would faint

Take them to an eat all you can buffet and you'd actually have to pay extra bc they'd eat so much

He tasted sakura mochi and loved it so much and ate lots and lots til eventually..... His hair turned pink and green

That one person to turn a racist into a guy that kind of cares for the race that they used to hate

Does not mind being teased about the time he got pink and green hair, it's cute anyways, and who would tease him??? (Y'know like teasing that seems like insulting somebody)

Belphie

I'm sorry but I have mixed feelings about this man

Yes this is that one scene where Beel saved over Levi's file in a game

Chaotic Neutral energy

When they meet a karen, it is high quality comedy. He'd talk back so much that that the karen would be running out of words

Sassy energy sometimes, in the words of my bestfriends, SLAYYYY QUEEN

Anime character with similar vibe - Tanaka-kun (Tanaka-kun is always listless)

Somehow gives off mysterious wholesome energy... Possibly from Beel and his telepathy

This is just a theory but, I think he and Beel's designs were made to be kind of opposite to each other

Just like Luci and Satan's designs are completely opposite

Belphie and Beel = Sun and moon energy that if you ship I will track you down to the depths of Devildom just to slam your face to the ground

He doesn't really like to wear thick clothing that makes him sweat a lot. He only wears warm clothes in the winter or fall, but rarely regularly

Appreciates the aesthetic of winter at night, it's chilly but you're warm under the blankets with Belphie while stargazing

I get why he'd want to kill us in the beginning. I mean like, he blamed humans and despised them for Lilith's death. He just wanted revenge

Master of shit talking other people

Sometime gives off Tsukishima (Haikyuu) energy....

So that's all I guess. I might edit this, but I'm unsure about that. Next post will probably be "Anime characters that give off similar energy as the obey me cast" Idk what to do with my life yet.

#obey me headcanons #obey me swd #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me beel headcanons #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me fluff

[cousticks]

Fave character and why (overall)

What type of characters do you typically enjoy? (for me i usually like dead characters because of their... idk there's just so much to work w there 😭 like so many things for interpretation/potential)

What got you into bsd

What got you into tumblr

Can you give at least one tip or advice on how to recover from a hyperfixation on something when u need to be productive?

Are you better at writing or drawing?

If you could choose, which would you be better at?

Do you like painting?

Are your friends nice?

Forgive me for the random asks. jus answer the ones you want to ty ❤️

Is it weird if I answer all of them? I think all of these are fun to answer so I'm gonna answer all of them. Tysm!!

Favorite character overall is... really difficult. I like so many different characters for so many reasons across so many different medias. Even choosing a favorite from BSD is wildly difficult. Of all characters ever, one of my favorites is Cal Trask from John Steinbeck's East of Eden (the book, not the movie, even though he is played by James Dean). East of Eden is one of my favorite books ever, and most of the incredible themes in it, all of the cycles it represents, as well as the cycles it finally breaks, are done through Cal. He struggles with being good despite a thematic predisposition to being anything but throughout his portion of the novel doomed-by-the-narrative style, until at the end the resolution is that... he doesn't have to be either, he only really has to be him. I love that book dearly and could talk about its themes for hours (and have!). As far as favorite BSD characters specifically, that's near impossible for me to say, but a rough top-group would include Kyusaku, Kouyou, Dazai but specifically mafia era, Kunikida, and Albatross. I don't have any really good reasoning for those top favorites beyond "hehe, I like them," honestly.

I usually enjoy characters that it takes a while to piece together their motivations. Morally grey. And I mean actually morally grey, not the asshole-that-does-nice-things antihero type. I like characters that make me want to think about them and piece them together and study them like bugs under a magnifying glass until they start to catch on fire. Dudes who suck but have so much potential to be more. Make me have to justify why I enjoy them in front of a board of directors. I love to be able to fill in between the lines.

A former friend group got me into BSD back in 2019 because they were all watching it and I happened to have the time and energy to. The sheer amount of media to consume & intrigue of the characters is what made me stay, though.

This is horribly embarrassing but my first stint on Tumblr ~7 or 8 years ago was sparked by learning that the Onceler fandom existed and being absolutely fascinated by it. It was already dying out by this point, so I wasn't active or anything in it, but I thought the way people interacted across blogs to make these wild stories was so fascinating. Specifically the Truffula Flu zombie arcs. I was a Camp Entre loyalist. A couple years later I accidentally deleted my blog and didn't get active on Tumblr again until a little over a year ago, though, when I wanted to start engaging with the fanbases some media I was fixating on at the time.

If I could figure out the secret for recovering from a hyperfixation in a productive way I would be a much more functional person. Sometimes I'm able to approach things with an "if you can't beat it, join it" mentality, and can come up with ways to connect my current task to whatever I'm fixating on. Here's the secret: you're allowed to be cringe with it. If you need to do the dishes and need to make it a mental competition for "oh boy I need to be less of a disaster than Dazai its fucking on" or "I need to do my math homework so Kunikida will be proud of me" or "gotta do my laundry... I gotta be dressy for my port mafia work attire..." then do it. Who cares. That doesn't work all the time, but it can work sometimes. And when it doesn't? I normally just try to clear my mind entirely by doing something that sucks so much I can't think of anything except how it sucks. For me its cardio. I hate cardio exercise. But if I go on a jog and come back I a) feel a little better and more functional because I went on a stupid exercise for my stupid mental health, b) got some of the excess fixation energy out, and c) that sucked so bad i would literally rather do Anything else i might as well be fucking productive. These are not sure-fire ways but they help me. And my most important one? You can't focus when you're stressed. Trying to force yourself to focus when you're stressed about an assignment and panicking because you can't focus will not help you, it will make the problem worse. It is okay to give yourself some grace, walk away, try to put yourself into a healthier mindset, and come back. That's another reason I like to take walks when I can't focus, even if its just a small one down the hall for a glass of water and then back. Don't force yourself. Never force yourself. You'll feel worse and more frustrated.

I'm much better at writing. I'm horrible at drawing, I just do it anyway for fun because sometimes I need to get my fixation kick out in a visual manner. Writing has always been my strong suit.

If I could choose? I think I'd still pick writing, honestly. I'm sometimes jealous of those that can make gorgeous art, but I'm happy in my world of writing because it has helped me in so many other areas of my life as well. I don't live an artists life, unfortunately, and writing has served me well.

I do like painting! I haven't in a very long time, as I don't have the time or energy much, but I used to sculpt and paint my creations. I'm not saying I was particularly good at either, but I used to, and I enjoyed it.

I didn't always have nice friends. But these days? They are. I wouldn't trade the friends I have now for the world.

#these were so fun to answer thank you so much anon #asks? answered. hotel? trivago.

[bethiewhimsy]

would i beat them in a fist fight, no abilities and no weapons: bsd edition

ive been seeing this on tiktok and i wanna join so,,, let’s go lolol

ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY:

fukuzawa - hell to the nah,, he would CRUSH me and i’d say i’m sorry

kunikida - it’d be the lecture after he’d beat me up that would be so horrible

atsushi - i think it’d be a draw. just because I feel we’d go easy on each other,,, he wouldn’t really have a reason to fight me and thus wouldn’t really want to, and i don’t want to hurt him ever sooo,, yeah

ranpo - i would give him a little slap and call it good. i wanna stay in his good graces

naomi - hell yeah she’d be OBLITERATED

junichiro - if it’s after beating up naomi, i’m not making it out of this fight alive. it it’s before beating up naomi, i think it’d be a draw.

kenji - would not fight him (maybe a draw)

kyouka - also would not fight her (she would curb stomp me)

yosano - she would DESTROY me,, and i’d be okay with that

dazai - i would strategize before fighting this mf. i would definitely try flattery first and yk as a woman he’d probably be more susceptible maybe??? if that doesn’t work, i’ll pull the “sad backstory/emotional manipulation” tactic, yk the waterworks and all that fun stuff, maybe put my oda kinnie to good use. .......okay this is just a roundabout way to say that yes he would beat me but i don’t want to live with that humiliation

PORT MAFIA

mori - oh my goodness would i do my damndest, but no he would kill me

chuuya - NOPE I AM DEAD,, even without his ability and weapons i would be. he may only be like two inches taller than me but he holds much more rage then i do

akutagawa - listen listen,,,,,, everybody’s saying they could beat him because he’s like super weak without his ability. and i’m going to give him a good run, don’t get me wrong. but ultimately? no im a goner (and i’d give it to him)

gin - BETHIE HAS EXPIRED

higuchi - i think i could take her. or at least it’d be a fair fight

tachihara - i think it’d also be a fair fight. i’m gonna go with draw for this one

q - sooner fist fight myself than this child. mostly because i fear them,, but also why would i want to beat up a literal child??? they’ve already been through too much, i’ll take them out for some ice cream is what i’ll do

koyo - no i am deader than a doornail

kajii - im beating this guy UP,, nothing against him (i guess) he is just a face i could definitely punch

HUNTING DOGS

fukuchi - i would cheat in order to do my worst to this fucker. i would wear brass knuckles, i would bite and scratch and pull hair, i would sneak a knife, i would put poison in his water, i would do ANYTHING. in the end though? he’s putting me in a body bag

teruko - it’d be a fair fight, i’d say a draw. she ain’t special gouging out her own ear canal, i’ve done that too. mf bitch

jouno - will not fight him. unless he asks me to. anything for you babe <3

tecchou - omg he’s beating the SHIT out of me

DECAY OF ANGELS

bram - he literally can’t catch these hands

fyodor - i probably could tbh,, but i fear him too much so i’d let him win

nikolai - i am running from this fight. i am fleeing with my tail between my legs. he’d probably chase me and STILL kill me helppp

sigma - yeah he’s going down. i love him but there is no way he knows how to fist fight.

OTHER LADS

ango - yes

mushitarou - yes

poe - also yes

[fyorina]

ᡣ𐭩 COMING DOWN

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: something is up. you know it. dazai is being far too romantic and you're absolutely not buying the excuses he keeps giving you. it's whatever, you think, you'll enjoy the fancy dinner and fancier hotel, even with the imminent threat of the looming bomb about to drop. {wordcount: 13.4k; fem!reader, romance}

AUTHOR'S NOTES: here is part 4!!! i can't believe we're already so close to the end of this one, i'm so excited for side b you guys have no idea, i'm almost done writing part 4 of side b and then part 5 is going to be a beast in itself, PUN INTENDED. i'm going to be posting a poll a bit later on that i'll need your guys' opinion on concerning part 4 of side b, so please keep an eye out for that!

IMPORTANT NOTE FOR 17 & UNDER FOLLOWING THE SERIES: i was conflicted as to how to go about this because as per tags on masterlist, there was always going to be smut in this series. i'm not going to ask y'all to not interact/read a whole 13.4k chapter just because there's like 2-3k words of smut, but i am going to say here the smut is in the FOURTH scene. there is very little, if any, plot development in the smut itself, so i ask you guys to respectfully scroll past it. i'll make the sentence when the smut starts red like this so you know that's when it starts, and then you can continue reading at the next divider. thank you for understanding! i'll summarize the little plot development in the smut at the end of the chapter for you guys.

SMUT WARNINGS: mostly vanilla-ish, fingering, dazai has a dirtyyy mouth, a bit of edging, mentions of f!masturbation, pussy drunk!dazai - he's a bit pathetic HAHAH, unprotected sex. i think that's all, if i'm missing anything please let me know!

SEE: BADLANDS SERIES MASTERLIST READ: UNREAL UNEARTH SIDE B

You’re a bit alarmed when you wake up and realize that Dazai is nowhere to be found. Usually, you wake up to the warmth of his arm draped over your body, his tall and lithe form curled around you and his face buried in your hair. It’s a process trying to get out of bed, because even in his sleep he clings to you tighter whenever you try to free yourself, and he always lets out muffled noises of complaint and displeasure at the slightest disruption to his sleep. 

Normally, the man wakes up hours after you—and even then, you still have to drag him out of bed so he’s not abysmally late to work—so this is… strange to say the least. He’s gotten better the past few weeks, sometimes he wakes up early to join you at the beach to watch the sunrise and usually it’s a bit easier to get him out of bed even when he wants to sleep in, but he never wakes up before you unless he just doesn’t sleep, but you know that he slept last night because he fell asleep while you were finishing up some emails to prospective employers for your summer job. 

You’re suspicious when you slip out of bed and stretch, curious to figure out what he’s doing—you wonder if he had to get up early to get to the Agency for a mission, but you’re pretty sure Dazai would rather face a raging Kunikida and death by fire than wake up before dawn for work. Still dressed in your night clothes, you make your way out of your bedroom and into the main room of your apartment.

He’s standing there in your kitchen, brows furrowed and already dressed in black slacks and a button up and tie—not his typical attire, you can’t help but note, and your suspicion grows. He looks handsome though, and you would spend a few moments just admiring him but you don’t like the way he’s staring at your stove so you decide to speak up before he can do something destructive.

“Dazai,” you call his name, still half-asleep, watching as his eyes shoot open as he turns to face you. “What’re you doing up so early?”

Dazai doesn’t even respond. Instead, he snatches something from the counter and makes his way over to you—you draw back a bit, confused and increasingly more alarmed but too out of it to effectively dodge his rapid approach, and you part your lips to ask him what the hell he’s doing and why he’s acting so weird but he only takes the opportunity to shove an unwrapped protein bar into your mouth. You choke a bit in surprise, trying to chew on the bar, but you’re reeling as he presses his hands to your back and pushes you back into the bedroom. 

You’re barely registering what’s happening as you finally take a bite of the protein bar and remove it from your mouth—watching as he strips you of your pajama top and shorts in abject horror. You want to ask him what the fuck he’s doing but you’re still trying to chew through the thick bar, almost gagging on it. 

You watch, standing there in your panties, braless and topless—you want to complain because you’re cold but you’re more occupied with watching Dazai Osamu, a man clearly on some sort of mission as he snatches the dress hanging on your closet door. You’re certain that you hadn’t left it there, in fact you don’t even remember picking it up from the dry-cleaners, so he must’ve picked it up on his way home from work yesterday and you just didn’t notice when you were focused on finishing up your emails.

“Up,” he says, motioning for you to raise your arms and you just stare at him in disbelief, absently raising your arms. 

Without hesitation, he slides the dress over your body, adjusting it so that it’s laying against you nicely—and then he shifts to stand behind you, zipping it up. Usually, he would linger for a bit, press a few kisses to the crook of your neck and wrap his arms around your waist, but this time he zips it up and darts back off to your closet, where he’s evidently also laid out a pair of heels for you.

He snatches them up and kneels in front of you, grabbing your ankle to lift your leg and slip your heel on—he fastens the buckle, and this time he does linger a bit, dipping his head down to press a chaste kiss against your ankle before shuffling over a bit to do the same for your other foot. 

“Dazai, what is going on?” you ask, voice riddled with disbelief and confusion as you stare at him, taking another bite of the protein bar he’d given to you.

“I’m taking you somewhere,” he says, as if that isn’t obvious enough.

“You’re dressing me.”

“You’re taking too long.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance,” you protest, scowling down at Dazai, but he only looks up at you.

He props his chin on your abdomen as he looks up at you, a soft expression on his face. 

“Sweet bella,” he sighs dreamily, “not even the millions of stars in the sky can compare to how brilliantly you shine. The most beautiful being I’ve ever had the fortune of laying my eyes upon. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You roll your eyes—no matter how often Dazai gets all poetic and theatrical, it never fails to fluster you, but you know he’s only trying to dodge your interrogation this time. You tug a lock of his hair and he hums softly, turning his head to kiss your palm before leaning into your touch. 

“I need to do my hair and makeup,” you tell him. “Where are we even going?” 

Dazai leaps to his feet instantly. “Nope!” he says loudly, and your expression twists in irritation, watching as he bounds over to your desk, grabbing… your make-up bag? “Do your makeup and hair when I get to the office, I have to stop there for a few minutes before we leave. I put everything together for you.”

“Where are we going?” you repeat as you try to reach for your makeup bag but Dazai holds it above his head so that you can’t get to it. You squint and you have half a mind to jump up on him to try to pull his arm down but from the way his eyes are glittering, you have a feeling that he wants and expects exactly that.

So instead, you let out a pointed sigh and turn your head away. Dazai pouts, but you figure either way it was a losing decision for you because his pout disappears in an instant as he grabs your hand and drags you out of the bedroom. 

You’re all but stumbling after him, trying to keep up with him in the dark heels he’d dressed you in, and Dazai is merciless, not slowing down for even a second until he skids to a stop at your door, grabbing the keys to your car that you left hanging next to your jacket. 

He turns to you, giving you an expression that’s more fitting of a wet dog than a human being, not wanting to give up the keys. You close your eyes and sigh. 

“Answer my question,” you finally say.

“I can’t,” Dazai complains, “it’s a surprise.”

“Dazai,” you warn, voice low. 

“It’s a surprise,” Dazai repeats instead, frowning slightly as he looks down at you, and you can see the earnestness in his eyes as he looks down at you, lacing your fingers together as he squeezes your hand gently, as if begging you to not make him ruin it.

Again, you sigh. 

“Do not get into another accident, Dazai.”

His face lights up. 

You regret everything.

“Dazai, I thought you were-”

“Shhhhhh!”

You’re a bit amused as Yosano Akiko holds up her hands in mock surrender from where she’s lounging at one of the booths in the cafe beneath the Agency. Dazai looks thoroughly distressed, waving his own hands and panicking at Yosano almost giving up his top secret plans. 

“I’ll be back down in a few minutes,” he says to you before turning to squint at Yosano. “Don’t say anything.”

“I won’t,” Yosano promises, holding her hand to chest as if to convey her honor. 

Dazai’s eyes narrow a bit more, as if he doesn’t trust her, but then he glances at the clock and flees up the steps to the Agency without another word.

As soon as you hear the door slam upstairs, signaling that Dazai entered the Agency, you make your way over to where the other woman is sitting, propping up your phone against the wall to use as a mirror before unzipping your makeup bag. Impressively, Dazai managed to make sure he got all of your everyday makeup and even the ones you keep to the side for special occasions, you hum a bit in appreciation before getting started. 

“Can you give me a hint?” you ask, eyes flickering up to Yosano, who’s studying you with a fond expression as you start shifting through your makeup bag, looking for a particular concealer.

Yosano’s lips curve up into a smile. “He’s actually been working the past two weeks to make sure Kunikida can’t complain about him taking time off for this—I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so excited for something.”

Your chest feels a bit warm, a smile itching at the corner of your lips as you pause from where you’re applying your makeup. “Yeah?” you ask, eyes lingering on her for a bit longer before you go back to looking back down at your phone to continue doing your makeup.

Yosano lets out a quiet noise of agreement. “Honestly,” she says quietly, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him as happy in general as he’s been the past two months, so thank you. I’m glad he has you.”

You falter a bit, glancing up at Yosano as you recall Atsushi’s words from back when Dazai got shot: “I’m really glad that Dazai-san has you. He’s been a lot happier the past few weeks.”

“You think so?” you ask softly, twirling your mascara wand in hand as you look down at the table. 

You wonder what exactly Dazai was like if now two of his coworkers are mentioning how much better he’s been since meeting you. You have your own suspicions, just from knowing how the two of you met (twice) on top of his flippant attitude regarding suicide, but that’s all you have: suspicions.

“Know so,” Yosano corrects absently, taking a sip of her coffee mug—although you can’t help but notice that it doesn’t look like coffee in there. She sighs, tilting her head back against the booth. “He’s good. He doesn’t believe it himself—probably never will—but he is. He deserves this… I doubt he’ll ever believe that either though. Be good to him.”

“You guys are all really close, aren’t you?” you note, half to yourself.

“Like family,” Yosano confirms with a grin and then pauses before saying, “... we are family.”

You smile a bit wistfully. “I’m almost jealous,” you admit, “but it makes me happy to hear that he has you guys. Sometimes he just seems so…”

Lonely, you finish quietly. 

On nights where he can’t sleep and you happen to wake up, you sometimes find him staring out the window just like you did that first night you met. He always looks lost and alone—he tries to hide it when he notices that you’re up too, masking it with a smile that never reaches his eyes. You think his mind haunts him a lot more than he lets on—well, you know it does, you remember how you met him and you remember his chilling, offhand comments, but you think it haunts him even more than that, to the point that no matter how many people care for him, it’ll never allow him to see it.

“Yeah,” Yosano agrees quietly, you don’t have to finish what you’re trying to say for her to know what you’re getting at. She lightens up after a moment though. “Make him bring you around more, you’ll be part of our ragtag little family in no time.”

You smile brightly. “I think Dazai would have a heart attack—did you see him at the event last month?” 

Yosano’s smile is sharp and dangerous. “That’s the point.”

Laughing loudly, you nearly mess up your mascara, and as you open your lips to respond, you pause when you catch sight of a familiar, suspicious face poking around the corner of the doorframe leading up to the Agency. As soon as you catch sight of him, he tries to disappear and pretend that he isn’t there. 

Your eyes narrow. “I saw you, Dazai,” you say loudly and Yosano whirls around to look over the booth just as Dazai reluctantly steps out into view.

“Dazai, you damn creep, were you eavesdropping?” Yosano accuses, throwing a stray teaspoon in his direction. 

“Yosano-sensei,” Dazai complains, “can you blame me? I see my two favorite women laughing, of course I’m going to be curious.” 

You snort as you finish up with applying your lipgloss—the strawberry one that Dazai loves so much that you’ve caught him trying lick the wand when you’re not looking. Rising to your feet, you put your makeup bag back together before looking back over at Dazai, who finally made his way over to the table. 

There’s a soft, adoring look in his eyes as he looks down at you; you think that it’s a bit unwarranted because you’re pretty sure your makeup must look terrible from how quickly and half-assed you'd done it, but if you didn’t know any better, you’d think Dazai was looking at someone glammed up for the red carpet. 

It almost makes you feel a bit flustered. 

“You look beautiful,” he says quietly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“I haven’t even had a chance to brush my hair yet,” you counter, looking up at him through your lashes with a half-smile.

“And you’re beautiful still,” he teases softly, leaning down to press his lips to yours in a chaste, deceptively innocent kiss.

“God, you two are gross, get a room,” Yosano grumbles, throwing a packet of sugar at the side of Dazai’s head. 

Dazai tosses Yosano a wink. “Oh, we will,” he leers and Yosano dramatically gags.

You smile lightly, but then your mind starts to drift because you’ve been with Dazai for two months now and the two of you have hardly gotten further than heavy petting and kissing. Not for a lack of trying, and it’s kind of become a borderline taboo subject between the two of you, because he always stops it before it can get too far. You don’t know why, and you’re afraid to ask because you’re beginning to get anxious that there’s something wrong with you because why else would he constantly pull away whenever things start to heat up between the two of you? You know damn well the man isn’t a saint from what you’ve heard from his coworkers and how grateful they were that you reigned in his “womanizing” tendencies, so why are you different? It’s been two months, why won’t he touch you? 

Your thoughts start to spiral, as they always do when you think too hard on the topic. You can feel him give you a concerned look but you only turn to Yosano, bidding her goodbye as Dazai leads you out of the cafe and the woman raises her arm in a lazy wave in response. Once you guys are out the door, you turn to Dazai before he can interrogate you on what’s wrong. 

“Where are we going now?” you ask, nudging your shoulder into Dazai’s side as the two of you make your way back to your car. Dazai slings an arm around you, pulling you into his side and dipping his head down to kiss the top of your head. 

You feel his lips curl up into a dangerous smile against your hair. “The train station.” 

You turn your head to look up at him as soon as the words register, eyes a bit wide. “The train station? Where are we taking a train to?” 

“Mhm,” he agrees, not fully answering your question, eyes glimmering as his arm tightens around you, pulling you closer into him. “We’re spending a night away from here.” 

“I didn’t pack anything,” you say, a bit panicked. “Daz-”

“I packed a change of clothes and pajamas,” Dazai grins. “Relax, I’ve got you, bella. Don’t you trust me?” 

“Of course, I trust you,” you scoff immediately, noting the way his grip around you falters a bit as soon as the words leave your mouth. “But I also know you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dazai laments. “You hate me.”

You roll your eyes. “I definitely don’t hate you, Dazai,” you murmur, resting the side of your head against his bicep for a moment—three words threaten to burst from your lips, you swallow them.

As if Dazai can sense the sudden change in mood, he leans down to kiss the top of your head again—this time softer, and he lingers longer. As he does so, he reaches to swing open the passenger door to your car.

“Shall we?”

Kyoto. 

He brought you to Kyoto. You’ve never actually been despite having wanted to visit for years, too busy with college and then preparing for graduate school. Dazai has spent the entire day bringing you from place to place, letting you play the gawking tourist as he drags you everywhere from the botanical garden to the shrines and temples places throughout the city. He’s spent the entire day embarrassing you, one way or another, by announcing in public that his ‘darling wife is pregnant!’ so that you’re flooded with older women cooing over you and making loud and poetic proclamations of love and distress in Nishiki Market, pretending to be a scorned lover bemoaning the cruelty of the woman he loves. 

You can’t even find it in yourself to be angry about it, because you remember Yosano’s words about how excited he’s been and you can see the way his eyes shine brightly whenever he sees the dread rise to your face as soon as you realize he’s about to do something shameful. 

Now, the two of you are sitting in a rooftop restaurant of a luxury resort that you know damn well neither of you can afford, and you’re not even sure how Dazai had managed to book a reservation at it—you’re not even sure if he had booked a reservation at it. The whole situation is honestly a bit weird. The hostess seemed to have recognized Dazai’s name as soon as he gave it to her, rushing to seat him at the best table in the restaurant, and once you’d been seated, the owner had come over to greet Dazai. 

You wonder if Dazai secretly comes from old money, generational wealth—you think if he does, you might kill him, because you can’t even count the number of times you’ve had to spot the asshole for coffees and snacks. If he was sitting on piles of money the whole time? You swear that you’ll rip into him.

You tried to ask him about it already, but he waved off the question with a non-answer and a charming smile that doesn't quite work on you anymore. When you tried to press, you got the same dismissal, so with much restraint you finally let it rest so you could enjoy your dinner. 

“Are you going to tell me what the occasion is now?” you finally ask, taking a sip of the after-dinner martini you’d ordered as you watch Dazai carefully. 

“We’re celebrating,” Dazai grins, reaching across the table to take your hand into his; he brings yours to his lips, kissing your knuckles before laying both of your hands over the table. 

“Celebrating what, exactly?” you tease, tilting your head to the side as your fingers lace through his—he’s gotten a lot more touchy the past few days, you’ve noticed

“You finished your finals, obviously,” Dazai says, as if it were obvious, “I can’t believe you didn’t figure it out yourself.”

Your fingers tighten around his hand as you let out a puff of laughter. “Really?” you ask a bit doubtfully. “All of this because I finished finals?” 

“My sweet belladonna thinks I’m a liar,” Dazai complains, head falling back dramatically. “You’ve been so stressed the past few weeks, I wanted to do something nice for you.”

 Although you can’t help but notice that his fingers tense against yours, as if he’s not telling the full truth, you decide to leave it and press later, instead smiling softly and squeezing his hand.

“Oh yeah? You could’ve just brought me out to dinner back home, spend the night at some cheap hotel that we can actually afford,” you snort, looking around again at the extravagant rooftop restaurant the two of you are eating at. With the dim, romantic lighting and luxurious furnishing, you think this might be the fanciest place you’ve ever been. “... How are we going to afford this, Dazai?” 

“When are you going to start calling me Osamu?” Dazai pouts as if to try to avoid the question. 

You ignore the way warmth bubbles at your chest, instead correcting, “How are we going to afford this, Osamu?” 

His name tastes frighteningly familiar on your tongue—as if you’ve said it a million times before—and you can see from the way that his eyelashes flutter it seems to have affected him just as much as you.

“You won’t tell me what you and Yosano were laughing about, so obviously I’m not gonna tell you about this,” Dazai teases, thumb circling the back of your hand. You roll your eyes, so he continues with, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, that’s for me to handle”

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about,” you drawl with a side smile. “Unless you’ve been hiding some secret wealth from me—which if you have, we’re going to have serious problems, I’ve paid for you too many times for that—we’re going to be washing dishes at this place for the rest of our lives.”

“You have no faith.” Dazai pushes his bottom lip out even further. “You said you trust me.”

“I do trust you,” you say and you can see from the way he squints that he knows there’s about to be a ‘but’, “but-”

“Dazai-sama.” The waiter that has been diligently tending to the two of you bows deeply to Dazai—you give Dazai a pointed look, as if saying, see!, but he only winks at you. “Is there anything else that you and your fiancée need? Or shall I get the two of you the bill?”

Fiancée, you think to yourself a bit surprised, shooting Dazai another sharp look, noting how his cheeks flushed a bit after hearing how the waiter addressed you.

“Charge it onto the usual card,” Dazai tells the waiter, who nods and bows again before rushing off.

You stare at Dazai as soon as the man leaves. “Dazai Osamu, who are you?” you ask, a bit jokingly, a bit not jokingly because he really has thrown you for a complete 180 with this whole extravagant date. 

His smile falters, as if you asked a question that he doesn’t want to answer, but you think he was stupid to bring you on this date if he didn’t want you asking questions about it. You wish that you had some idea of what the answer might be but you don’t, and it worries you a bit, because there’s clearly something he’s hiding from you and he’s anxious about how you’re going to take it.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says quietly, holding his arm out to you. 

You sigh a bit as you rise to your feet after finishing your drink, looping your arm into his. He tugs you a bit closer, and you watch, hawk-eyed, as the waiters of the restaurant nod their head in respect to Dazai and the owner himself bids him a brief goodbye and a ‘it was good seeing you again, Dazai-sama’ before the two of you reach the elevator leading back down into the hotel.

As soon as you’re within the closed doors, Dazai turns to you, bringing his hand up to brush his knuckles against your cheekbone. You lean into his touch, looking up at him, eyes wide and a bit imploring, asking him to explain without verbally voicing the words. 

He sighs. “I came here a lot for my previous job, before I joined the Agency,” he explains quietly. “We brought… associates here a lot for business.”

“You’re going to charge our date and stay here on your old boss’s card,” you ask, a bit horrified at the prospect, not even thinking to ask what his previous job might be in your panic. “Daz-Osamu, are you crazy?”

“Trust me,” Dazai grins as he says the two words you’ve been hearing all night from him. “He won’t do anything about it.”

The words sound a bit ominous, you don’t really know how to take them, so instead you shake your head and rest the side of your head against his bicep as you wait for the elevator to open up on your floor—a penthouse suite, naturally, one that you’re sure must cost at least one to two hundred thousand yen a night. 

After a few moments, you ask quietly, “What was your previous job?” 

Dazai stiffens beneath your touch. You glance up, watching as his face closes off and his throat spasms beneath the bandages covering it. You can feel his fingers dig a bit deeper into your hip from where his hand had been idly resting against you.

He doesn’t want to tell you, you realize—you don’t know why he doesn’t want to tell you, you know deep down that it must be something that he’s ashamed of, or it’s something he thinks would make you think differently of him. A part of you wants to assure him that nothing would change how you care for him, but Yosano’s words still ring through your head: “he doesn’t believe it himself—probably never will.”

So instead, you hook your arms around his waist loosely, leaning up on your tiptoes to press your lips underneath his jaw.

“It’s okay,” you say quietly, resting your head on his chest and letting your eyes slide shut. “You don’t have to tell me now, I hope one day you feel ready to share it with me.” 

You hear Dazai let out a breath from above you. “I don’t understand why you’re so patient with me,” he murmurs, leaning his head down to rest his forehead on the top of your head. “It doesn’t make sense.”

A soft laugh escapes your lips. “Because I care about you, Osamu. A lot. Nothing you tell me would ever change that.”

“... That’s not true,” he says quietly, more to himself than to you.

“It is.” You only tighten your arms around him and then continue with, “Are you going to click our floor or are we just going to sit in the elevator all night?” 

Dazai’s face flushes. “Click our floor,” he says sheepishly

You laugh, Dazai leans over you to click the button before draping himself over you. You feel warm again, but there’s still a cold hole still spreading through your chest: even with the implication of his previous job, and the realization that it might just be something unsavory enough for him to fear you changing how you see him, you just can’t seem to brush away the feeling that there’s something else he’s hiding from you.

“I lied before.”

The admission comes bluntly and quietly from Dazai, who’s laying next to you on the massive king-sized bed of the nicest suite in the hotel—you think you’ve never stayed in a more comfortable bed, all the two of you have been doing for the past few hours is lounging around watching shitty movies and sharing kisses. 

You’re still resting your head on his shoulder, eyes idly tracing the television screen where a girl is crying over a boy she’d just met the other day before you turn your gaze up to him. 

“About what?” you ask.

He’s not looking at you, he’s staring up at the ceiling instead with a conflicted expression; he opens his mouth to say something but nothing spills from his lips. Finally, he sighs, “I didn’t do this just to celebrate you finishing finals.”

Your heart drops a bit, inhaling sharply. You don’t look up at him, wrapping your arm around his waist and settling against his chest, bracing yourself for whatever he’s going to say. “I figured,” you say, your throat feeling a bit tight. “It was a bit… too grand of a gesture to just be for celebrating finishing finals.”

Neither of you speak for a moment, and you wait for him to explain, eyes sliding shut as you listen to the sound of his heart beating steadily in his chest to ground your creeping anxiety. 

“I’m going to have to leave for a while, I think,” Dazai says softly. “Things are… going to get bad. I don’t know how it’s going to go down yet, I don’t know when I’ll be back—I don’t know if-”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, cutting himself off before the words can fall from his lips. He doesn’t have to, you know exactly what he was going to say—he doesn’t even know if he’ll be back. 

Your throat feels tight as you stare ahead at the wall. “That’s okay,” you say, your voice sounds a bit stronger than you actually feel. “I can wait.”

From the corner of your eye, you see his head snap in your direction and you don’t have to look at him to know that he probably has that twisted, conflicted expression on his face. He starts to say, “But I don’t know if-”

“I know,” you interrupt him because you don’t want to hear him say it out loud. “I know. I can wait. I’ll wait for you.”

Dazai doesn’t say anything in response, you don’t know what’s running through his head—you’re not sure if you want to know, or you suppose that’s not really true. You’d kill to understand what exactly goes on in Dazai’s head, you want to understand him better, you want him to rely on you like you do him. You want him; you want him for all that he is, no more masks and no more hiding. Just him. 

You’re not given the chance to linger in your thoughts. Dazai moves closer to you, lifting one hand to cup the back of your head and turn your face toward him; he doesn’t waste a second before pressing his lips to yours, they’re chapped and familiar, you’ve kissed him hundreds of times since that party but this one feels different. It feels desperate, as if he’s afraid to forget the taste of you or the feeling of your touch.

He shifts his body closer to yours, pushing you back gently until you’re laying flat on your bed with him hovering on top of you—his lips don’t move away from yours for even a second. It’s dizzying, honestly. He kisses you like he wants to consume you, like you’ll disappear at any given second; his tongue brushes against your bottom lip and your lips part instinctively for him.

His body slides on top of yours, narrow hips slotting between your thighs—there’s no space between the two of you, you can feel the heat of his body radiating against yours, you can feel his fingers intertwining just a bit too tightly into your hair, causing a pleasant sting to spread through your scalp, you can feel his bulge pressing against your pelvis. 

Oh, you think to yourself, sighing into his mouth as his tongue traces the inside of your lips, as if trying to create a map of your mouth. It’s soft and gentle, you think he might be tracing letters on your tongue but you’re so hazed out that you can’t concentrate enough to figure out what they are with the added feeling of the fingers of his free hand tracing up and down your side.

And then, as if he’s had enough of the slow pace, he deepens the kiss. You think there’s something distinctively filthy about the way that Dazai’s tongue drags against the roof of your mouth before he separates your mouths so he can trail wet kisses along your jaw, the gentle traces on your side becoming a much more firm grip on your hip as he hooks one of your legs around his waist to tentatively roll his hips against yours.

Your body aches at the feeling of his bulge nudging up against your core, the friction setting all of your nerves on fire. This isn’t the first time that the two of you have started to take the next step—kisses becoming just a bit too heavy, touches becoming just a bit too desperate—but every time he ends up withdrawing, and god, you think you might die if he does now too. His lips drag down your neck, he’s reckless with his teeth as he scrapes them against your skin, tongue tracing patterns down to your collarbone where he sucks at your skin hard, drawing a choked, breathy moan from you.

His fingers bite into your skin as his lips trail down lower—lower than they ever have before, down to plump flesh of your breast, to the low cut line of your dress—your lashes flutter and lips part and you want to beg him ‘please, don’t stop’ but you don’t think you’re capable of speaking right now, mind fogged with desire. He keeps the pressure on your cunt with slow and lazy rolls of his hips, each movement putting more and more friction on your clit and-

And he’s stopping??

Your breath catches when he suddenly rests his forehead in the crook of your neck, catching his own breath as his body stills and you can feel his arms tensing as he prepares to push himself off of you.

You don’t let him. 

With the leg you still have hooked around his waist, you flip the two of you over. His pupils are blown wide as he stares up at you, a surprised ‘oof’ escaping his lips. You think he’s beautiful. You really do. His lips are pink and swollen and wet with spit, his cheeks are flushed, hair an unruly mess haloed around his head; you lean down to press your lips against his, taking the lead yourself now, and you relish in the muffled groan he lets out into your mouth as you grind your hips down against his clothed cock.

It’s a short kiss for how sloppy and debauched it is, tongues sliding against each other’s and lips clashing messily, hips rocking in sync—hot, blood curdling, but you have questions that need to be answered before you continue. He chases your lips when you pull away, a distressed noise forming in the back of his throat. 

“Why don’t you want to fuck me?” you finally ask the words that have been plaguing you for almost two whole months. 

Dazai stares at you as if you’ve grown two heads, and you’d be embarrassed at asking the question if the past two months haven’t been weighing so heavily on your shoulders. He looks pointed down his body, to where his cock is hard, straining painfully against his black slacks, and then he looks back up at you as if to say, what are you talking about? But you aren’t letting it go that easily.

“Don’t give me that,” you snap, your nails digging crescents into his shoulders through his dress shirt, wrinkled now from your time lounging about and indulging in one another. “You know what I’m talking about. We’ve been together for two months and every time we’re about to take the next step, you stop it, you were about to now too, weren’t you?” 

Dazai grimaces suddenly and that’s all of the confirmation you need. You pull back, a bit hurt, but before you can withdraw completely, his hand darts out to grab your bicep, stopping you. 

“It’s not… you,” he finally says, voice a bit hoarse—you don’t know if it’s because of the way you’re caught in a position where you’re still half grinding down on his cock or if it’s because he doesn’t want to have this conversation, but you’re instantly rolling your eyes.

“Okay, if you’re going to hit me with the ‘it’s not you, it’s me,’ we’re going to have problems, Osamu.”

The grin he gives you is wry, his eyes still half-lidded as lays back against the bed again, letting out a sigh. He lets go of your bicep, hand falling down to your thigh to rub absent circles with his thumb as he stares up at the ceiling.

“I…” he trails off, as if considering his words, and you’re patient because you can tell he’s trying to be open and honest with you, vulnerable in a way he rarely ever is. “I’ve slept around a lot, and I know that you’ve probably heard that from the rest of the Agency and even if you haven’t, we’ve ran into a few… uh… we’ve ran into a few ex-acquaintances of mine while out on dates. I’ve never actually had a relationship. I don’t really know what I’m doing, I just don’t want you to think I only wanted you for sex.”

Your eye twitches. 

“Dazai Osamu,” you say with a heavy sigh, leaning forward to cup his cheeks with both of your hands. He looks up at you with those big brown eyes that you can never say no to. He leans his face into your hand as his lashes flutter, you stroke his cheekbones gently with your thumbs. “For someone so intelligent, you really are the stupidest man I’ve ever met.”

You don’t give him time to get offended by your words, leaning down to kiss him again. This kiss is slower, just as intimate but not quite as depraved—lips gliding against each other’s, tongues teasing in a slow dance. His hands rest carefully on your hips and yours stay cupping his cheeks, you kiss him until your lungs scream for air and even then, you kiss him longer, reluctant to separate from him.

When you finally do, you rest your forehead to his, eyes fluttering shut as you share a thin sliver of air, dizzy from the feeling of breathing in one another’s air. Your thumb caresses his cheek, fingers intertwining with his dark locks, you press one more kiss to his lips, this one short and sweet, and then you say, “I want to have sex with you. Please fuck me, Osamu.” 

He’ll deny it later, but the noise that slips from his lips is nothing short of a whimper as his grip on your hips tightens and he leans in to steal another kiss. He doesn’t move to switch your positions, seemingly content to stay beneath you, so you press him back down until he’s laying flat against the mattress, hands sliding down from his cheeks to rest against his chest as you tilt your head to the side to deepen the kiss, letting out a pleased hum against his lips when you feel one of his hands play with the hem of your dress, fingers dipping beneath the cloth, teasing. You kiss the corner of his mouth, and then down to his jawline, nipping at the sensitive skin and feeling him shiver. 

“You’ll wait for me?” he asks suddenly, voice soft, biting back a groan as you roll your hips against his. He sounds hesitant, as if he doesn’t entirely believe you. 

“Yes,” you tell him, lifting your head from his jaw to hover over his face again, fingers tracing his cheekbone, leaning down to press another chaste kiss against his lips. He tries to chase after your lips as you pull away, but you only give him a playful smile before leaning back again.

“Why?” Dazai asks hoarsely—he looks at you as if he’s desperate to know the answer, and the words linger dangle off of the edge of your tongue.

Because I love you. 

You think you love him more than you’ve ever loved anyone else in the world—he makes you laugh when you can’t even bring yourself to smile, he makes you feel light when you swear you have the whole world weighing down on your shoulders, and he does it even though you know he struggles himself. And you want him to let you be there for him the same way that he always is for you, but he always closes off when you try.

Except now. 

“Because you’re worth waiting for,” you say instead of those other three damning words.

“I’m not.” Dazai shakes his head, and it almost sounds like he’s trying to warn you, but you only cup his cheeks again and force him to still.

“Don’t tell me what is and isn’t worth it,” you say, giving him another teasing smile before adding, “I decide that for myself, and you are.”

“I’m really not,” he stresses, “I-”

You don’t let him finish, instead leaning down to cut him off with another kiss—he barely kisses you back, but you don’t really care because you only meant to stop him from talking anyway. 

“You are,” you murmur, your lips graze his jaw again and you can feel him shiver beneath you again.

His fingers tighten around your hips and he’s flipping you onto your back in an instant. Your vision spins, a gasp pulling from your lips, and he gives you no time to regain your bearings as he bunches your dress to your hips, lips finding yours as his fingers fumble to push your panties to the side before he slides his middle finger and ring finger deep inside you, without all of the practiced ease you expected from him, more akin to a nervous boy who’s terrified of making a mistake.

Your jaw goes slack, head pressing back against the pillow, back arching up. Dazai’s lips move to the next available part of your body when he loses your lips: sucking at the skin on the underside of your jaw. As soon as he hears the choked gasp of his name, sees the way your body reacts to his touch, he seems to instantly lose his nerves. You can feel a wicked smile edge at his lips against your skin and as he presses soft kisses to your skin in lieu of the harsh sucks, he makes up for the gentleness there by fucking you with his fingers so brutally that your lips part but you can’t even make a single noise. 

“This what you wanted, bella?” he purrs, but his voice is rough, exposing just how affected he is as he watches you writhe under his touch. “To think, here I was trying to be good and all you were thinking about was when I was finally going to split you open on my cock. How long did I keep you waiting, hm?” 

You don’t respond. You can’t respond. All you can focus on is the drag of his long, lithe fingers against your walls, the sudden stretch, the sloppy sound of his fingers driving in and out of your cunt. It’s wet and filthy and you can barely even breathe, much less speak.

You wanted this. You wanted this so bad. You remember all of the nights you’d spent desperately fucking your fingers, trying to pretend they were his but yours aren’t nearly as long, they can’t hit all of the places his do. You remember coming home with your face on fire, body itching with desire from the casual advances he made but never acted upon. You remember throwing yourself into bed, careful to keep a hand pressed to your mouth or your pillow over your face so he can’t hear from the other room as you let out muffled whimpers. You’ve wanted this so bad, you’ve imagined it so many times before but it pales in comparison to actually having him. His fingers feel so much better, dragging against your walls and pushing back inside of you hard. He’s so much prettier, dark hair matted to his forehead, pupils blown wide and lips still swollen and puffy from kisses; his voice is edged with so much wanton need that you could probably get off from it alone.

The heat spreads through your body fast. Your head feels all light and hazy. Your abdomen twists and coils and god, there’s no way you’ll cum just from this, there’s no way, but your breath becomes quick and pitched, your lungs start to burn and-

And he stops. 

“I hate you,” you sob when he purposely stills his fingers inside of you after hearing you reach the edge, feeling the way your walls were starting to clamp down on him. “Osamu-”

He clicks his tongue, lifting his face from your neck to hover above you. His eyes are suddenly mirthful and cruel, his smile is sharp and dangerous—a monster, you’d unleashed a monster. 

His free hand comes up so he can brush his knuckles against your cheekbone, fingers tracing the contours of your face before coming to land on your bottom lip, plump and wet from all of his kisses.

“Answer my question,” he says as he traces the outline of your lips. “How long? Fuck, you’re so wet, sliding in like it’s nothing, could probably fuck you as you are right now but I wanna feel you come apart on my fingers first. Tell me, how long have you wanted me to fuck you?” 

You don’t even know what you’re saying, forcing something out about your date at the Sankeien Garden two months ago and you remember the way he’d looked so pretty beneath the sakura blossoms and you felt so dirty because all you could think about was dragging him back to your apartment and having him in every way possible. His eyes widen when you admit the date, breath hitching and lips parting.

“That long?” he whispers, eyes searching yours as if to make sure you’re not lying and you think he’s stupid because you hardly have the headspace to think much less lie. His smile widens, teeth looking distinctly close to knives under the dim lighting of the penthouse suite of the resort. He leans down to graze his teeth against your neck. “Well, far be it from me to keep you waiting any longer.” 

He lifts his head again before he continues the thrusts of his fingers, so he can watch you, surely—not as harshly, this time he’s precise and steady, each stroke has the pads of his fingers rubbing up against that soft spot inside of you, forcing your head into the clouds and your eyes to roll back.

“Did you get yourself off to the thought of me?” he breathes out, pupils blown wide, you try to rock your hips in time with his fingers but his free hand comes down to your pelvis, pinning you down with that deceptive strength of his. “Press your hand to your mouth to cover the noise, fuck yourself with your fingers while I was sitting in the next room over before we started sharing a bed?”

A broken sob spills from your lips, Dazai’s thumb presses against your clit when you don’t respond. Your thighs tense and tremble, instinctively going to clamp down on his hand but Dazai’s knee wedges between your legs before you can, forcibly keeping them spread. You think you should be embarrassed, you sound so wet, so sloppy, each thrust of his fingers and you can feel the slick splattering across your inner thighs, if you were any more coherent you’d be humiliated but Dazai looks absolutely reverent.

“You did, didn’t you?” he laughs breathlessly. “I heard noises sometimes, I thought maybe you were having nightmares, was tempted to go in and check on you sometimes. Good thing for you I didn’t then, yeah? Would’ve caught my dirty girl fucking herself to the thought of me, wouldn’t that have been a sight?” 

Spots dot your vision, your nails claw at the sheets of the bed and you press your face halfway into the mattress as you desperately try to push away your rapidly approaching high, not wanting to cum so quickly, but it’s a losing battle with Dazai’s filthy words ringing through your ears and his fingers splitting you open. 

“You must have been so desperate when we started sharing a bed, couldn’t even get yourself off at night anymore. Poor baby, if you’d have just said something I would’ve buried myself between your thighs from sunset to sunrise,” Dazai coos, and you don’t even have to look at him to know his grin is suddenly much more lecherous. “... Unless you just waited until I fell asleep. Did you ever get yourself off while I was laying asleep next to you? Tell me.”

You won’t tell him. You won’t tell him. He’ll never let you live it down but you’ve lost control of your body, your mouth moves before your brain can tell it to stop: “Once,” you choke out, “only once.” 

And Dazai moans, it’s unabashed and wanton, eyes fluttering shut as soon as your words register and then he’s picking up the pace of his fingers, precise and ruthless and you don’t even know what you’re trying to say but it doesn’t matter because the only noise that spills from your lips is just another moan, garbled between his name and a please. Distantly, you think the bandages on his wrist and his expensive slacks must be ruined, the lewd sound of his fingers pushing in and out of you drowning out all other noise.

“I’m gonna-” you try to gasp out to warn him, head tossed back and hair matted to your forehead, they’re the only intelligible words to leave your lips but Dazai gets what you’re trying to say, of course.

“Yeah, you are,” he rasps, watching with the devotion of a disciple to his god as your back arches and cries of his name escape your lips. 

He scissors his fingers inside of you, presses down hard on your clit, and you’re gone, you cry his name so loud that you think you should be embarrassed because there’s no way the other resort guests can’t hear what’s happening but in the moment, you’re too fucked out to care. You think you might be dying, your heart thudding in your ears, your body on fire, you don’t think you’ve ever cum so hard in your entire life.

Your body spasms, trembles; he rides out your high, fucking his fingers slowly into you, watching the way you whimper and writhe, you think tears might be spilling over your cheeks, reeling from the intensity of your orgasm, and your thoughts are confirmed when Dazai leans over you, tongue dating out to lick away the tears. 

Your breath hitches and your thighs quake, a jolt spreading through your body when he finally pulls his fingers out of you, your walls still convulsing around the digits. He sits up straight again, thighs straddling your hips and you can feel his cock pressing against your pelvis and you feel insatiable because you just finished and it’s not enough. Even as your body screams with sensitivity, not ready for anymore stimulation, your lashes flutter at the thought of his cock stretching you out, fucking so deep into you that you can feel him in your belly, thicker than his fingers, longer.

He brings his fingers up to his lips, sucking them into his mouth and you watch as a low, muffled groan escapes his lips, eyes rolling back as he sucks your cum right off of his fingers, not letting a single drop go to waste. Filthy. He’s so filthy. Utterly shameless. And god, do you need him. 

As if he can read your mind, his hands fall to his belt, fingers fumbling to undo the buckle and pull it off. He flings it over to the side haphazardly, and you reach up, grabbing his dark tie and pulling him down to kiss him again. He moans into your mouth, one arm coming to rest on the mattress by your head to prop himself up and the other still stuffed between your bodies, desperately trying to unbutton and unzip his slacks.

God, he kisses you like you’re about to disappear, as if any moment could be your last. His tongue flattens against yours, sweeping against the roof of your mouth, mapping it out until it’s scorched into his memory; you can hardly do anything but lay there and let him, fingers fisted weakly around his tie. 

When he finally does get his pants unbuttoned and unzipped, he doesn’t even bother to pull them off. He shoves them down just enough to free his cock, and your breath hitches when you feel the way it slides against your lower stomach. Your dress bunched up to your chest, you can feel the precum smearing against your skin—he’s so long, you can tell without even looking and for a split second, you wonder if you’ll even be able to take him all the way. 

Dazai hardly gives you enough time for the fears to fester. His fingers wrap around your panties to pull them off but the material is thin and lacy and it only tears under his frustrated yank. You don’t even care, you can’t bring yourself to—you’ll make him but you new ones. He won’t complain about that of all things, in fact, he’ll probably have the time of his life. 

As soon as your panties are out of the way, Dazai is lining himself up with your cunt—he doesn’t fuck you, not yet, and you think he’s evil for the way he rolls his hips slowly, letting his cock slide between your folds, pelvic bone grinding against your clit. You let out a whine—a whine, you’ve never whined before in your life but you don’t know how else to describe the noise that escapes your lips. Dazai can’t even tease you for it, though, because his whole body shivers at the feeling of his cock slipping between your folds, breath shaky.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes out, and then he free hand curls around your thigh, wrapping it around his waist, and he finally thrusts his hips forward, pushing inside of you. 

The stretch burns, it burns so good even with how thoroughly he prepped you with his fingers and Dazai lets out such a pornographic moan that you think you might cum just from the sound of it. His lashes flutter, pink dusts his cheek, he rests his forehead against yours, breath so shaky that you think maybe he might be about to cum.

“Feels so good,” he gasps, next to your head, his fingers twist the sheets of the bed until his knuckles are white. “What’re you doin’ to me?” 

His words hardly register, but when they do, you’re perplexed.

“What d’ya mean, Osamu?” you breathe out, and the way his body shudders above yours at the sound of his name leaving your lips is fucking heavenly.

“I’ve never-” he chokes over another moan and your throat feels dry when you realize he really might just be about to cum, “it’s never-”

“Hm?” you press when his voice trails off and his eyes half back. You tilt your head up to ghost your lips over his jaw, nibbling over the bandages covering his Adam’s apple. It bobs beneath your teeth and he lets out another shaky noise.

“It’s never felt like this,” he pushes out, the words sound like a near slur. “I feel so-”

“So what?”

“So good.” God, his voice comes out close to a sob, broken and cracking, and when you try to move your hips, desperate for him to finally move, he lets out a panicked sound: “I’ll cum. I’ll cum. Don’t move yet, don’t-”

You still if only out of sheer shock of how worked up he already is. His whole body is trembling, he’s gnawing at his bottom lip, you can feel his cock twitching inside you, as if begging for release already. And your body is aching, your tummy is hot and your head is fuzzy, but it pales in comparison to the sight of Dazai crumbling above you just from the feeling of being inside of you. All of smooth talking and filthy words are gone, leaving behind only a man on the brink of falling apart.

“Feel like a virgin.” This sounds distinctly closer to a sob now, and you can’t help but notice that his cheeks are red and hot, his lashes are wet as they flutter shut—you wonder if he’s embarrassed. “S’tight, and-and wet. Fuck, fuck, what’re ya doing to me, bella? ‘s never happened before.” 

Your hands slide up his body to cup his cheeks, dragging his face back down to press your lips against his, and when he moans into your mouth as soon as your lips are touching, he’s finally rocking his hips up into you. The pace is harsh and erratic, as if he’s already desperately trying to chase his release, and you can’t breathe, you can’t think. The tip of his cock bullies so deep inside of you that you think you might die, you think he might actually be splitting you open.

Your lips part in a noiseless moan, your head spins, Dazai fucks you harder, faster, so deeply that it almost hurts because each thrust has him brushing closer and closer to your cervix, hips slapping against your ass and thighs so roughly they’ll probably be bruised tomorrow; it tears the air from your lungs, you think you might pass out because you can’t seem to catch your breath. All of his finesse and touches driven by practiced ease are long gone; there’s something about this so carnal, driven by sheer lust, that it has your head in the clouds. And Dazai is always loud, he fills every silence he stumbles upon, but he’s especially loud now as he moans your name and claws at the sheets next to your head, gasping and panting and cursing each time he feels your walls convulse around him. 

You don’t even realize it when you cum. There’s no build up this time. One thrust sends you over the edge as his cock presses up against that soft spot inside of you and his pelvic bone grinds just right over your clit, and instantly you’re spasming beneath him, your nails dig into his dress shirt and your body arches against his, head tossed back against the mattress and vision going spotty. Your lips are moving but you don’t know if screaming his name or if there’s no noise leaving you at all.

All you do know is that as soon as you’re cumming on his cock, walls tightening around him, Dazai’s eyes are rolling into the back of his head, hair matted to his forehead as he tosses his head back, jaw falling slack. There’s no warning when his hips still against yours and he’s suddenly pumping you full of his cum.

He slumps on top of you, body limp and shoulders still trembling in the aftershocks of his orgasm. You’re desperately trying to ground yourself again, trying to catch your breath and slow your heart rate, Dazai’s face is buried in your neck and you can feel how his back rises and falls rapidly as he tries to catch his own breath.

“So embarrassing,” you hear him slur from where he’s pressed against the crook of your neck still. “‘s never happened before.”

You can’t help the giggle that spills from your lips and he groans against you.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he complains, rolling off of you so he can pull you into his chest. Your eyes flutter shut as you rest half on top of him, letting out a soft sigh. “Next time, I’ll show you. You’ll regret laughing.”

“I’m sure,” you say, more to placate him than anything else, and he grumbles but doesn’t respond.

The two of you bask in each other’s presence for a few moments before he finally asks again, “You’ll really wait for me?” His voice is so soft that you might not have heard it if you weren’t so close to him.

You turn your face to the side to kiss his chest, smiling against his skin. “Only if you promise not to forget me while you’re gone.”

He lets out a breathless laugh, tilting his head down to kiss the top of your head. His voice is hoarse and stripped bare to of his unbound emotions for the first time as he says, “The thought of you will be the only thing that gets me through this.”

However bad that Dazai might’ve thought the weeks without you were going to be, it’s been worse. Only sheer willpower and the image of you waiting for him back home is pushing him through the trials and tribulations that Dostoevsky continues to push him through. 

At first, the mind games and taunts and the puzzles of misdirection and manipulation were fun; Dazai has never conversed so long with someone who can keep up with his every thought and every plan. Fyodor Dostoevsky is impressive, Dazai can’t deny that, but the fun of the games is swiftly coming to an end the longer he has to stay in this wretched cell with even more wretched company.

He doesn’t have much to do—he has around four square meters to move around in, which is barely enough for him to comfortably stretch. All he does is lay in bed all day, waiting for Ango’s signals as he tries to anticipate Dostoevsky’s each and every move. His brain throbs and aches, having been placed on overdrive for weeks without rest because he knows one mistake on his part will lead to the fall of the Agency, the death and ruin of the few people he might actually consider friends.

The rare moments he allows it to rest, he thinks of you. He wonders what you’re doing back in Yokohama—maybe having coffee at that cafe near your apartment building, or meeting some of your friends from university for drinks. He wonders if you’re holding true to your words, if you’re actually waiting for him or if you moved on the moment he disappeared—he hopes that you are, because the thought of you, and getting to be with you again, is the only thing that’s keeping the gears of his worn out, exhausted brain turning.

A part of him wonders if you know what’s happening. Well, he knows that you must have some inkling—the Decay of the Angel’s plot has been a vastly public one, and you’re typically on top of current events. He wishes that he knew your thoughts on it. He wonders if you’d fallen victim to the Book, believing that the Agency are the terrorists that they’ve been written to be. He wonders if you were able to fight against the Book’s influence, because he knows that the Book can’t possibly be infallible—nothing is, there will always be cracks for exceptions to seep through. He hopes that you’re one of them.  

He wonders if his crimes had become public knowledge too. 

The thought makes his stomach churn uncomfortably, regret creeping through his chest because if you were going to learn about his past, it should’ve been from him, not from a random news outlet that’ll make him out to be the treacherous monster he really is, the one he’s taken so much care to hide from you. At least if he’d been the one to tell you, he could’ve framed it in a way of his choice—though he’s not sure how exactly he could frame something like that in his favor, it at least would’ve been better than the news. 

He wants to ask Ango, but he knows that he can’t—not when the more pressing matter is the Agency and clearing its name. His own personal matters have to be pushed to the side until that’s handled, no matter how much his heart screeches at him otherwise.

This is why he hates emotions.

“Dazai,” Dostoevsky suddenly says and Dazai is immediately ripped from the brief respite he’d allowed his brain, although it wasn’t much of a respite considering he spent the whole time anxious about you. A smile graces Dostoevsky’s face that Dazai instantly doesn’t like. “Let us switch chess boards for a moment.”

Dazai’s eyes narrow. “To which one?” 

“Yokohama,” Dostoevsky says absently. “... Knight from D5 to E3.” 

Dazai stares for a moment—Knight from D5 to E3? The move is somewhat appalling in Dazai’s mind, but only because he can’t put together the reasoning behind it. It’s a dangerous push onto his side of the board, and for what reason? Most of Dazai’s pieces are setting up on the opposite corner of the board for an attempt to take out Dostoevsky’s bishop, which is what Dazai expected Dostoevsky to focus on protecting. 

Dazai sits up in his bed, unable to hide the way his brows furrow a bit as he visualizes their chessboard, eyes darting around to each piece, trying to figure out what exactly in this game has slipped past his weary brain, lost in the dozens of chess games that he’s currently playing against Dostoevsky. And as he looks from piece to piece, he begins to understand.

There are only two pieces left vulnerable to the play that Dostoevsky is about to make. 

Dazai’s expression hardens, Dostoevsky’s smile widens. 

If Dazai doesn’t continue with his plan on the opposite side of the board, the opportunity will be lost and the Agency will not get another like this. Dazai clearly underestimated just how little Dostoevsky cares about his pieces—he doesn’t care whether or not his bishop is captured—he has a greater aim anyway. 

The chessboard of the game he’s visualizing begins to crumble before his eyes and his vision starts to tunnel, a chill spreads through his chest, to his arms and to his fingers. 

He needs to contact Ango, but Dazai’s heart is racing on its own now and he can barely control himself enough to send a message to the older man. In one move, Dostoevsky will be able to position his knight in a way that will have Dazai’s king in check and his queen left vulnerable. And Dazai will be left with no choice—allowing Ranpo to be captured by the Hunting Dogs is not an option, everything will fall apart. He needs to contact Ango. But he realizes that even if he does get the message through, he doesn’t know if Ango will receive it or if he’s too busy with plans at the Sky Casino. And even if he does receive it, Ango might not even be able to do anything. 

“Dazai, dear, you’re taking quite a long time with this move—don’t tell me I have you in a corner already. It would be very disappointing, I expected better from you,” Dostoevsky’s faux-congenial voice mocks him from the other cell, and Dazai wants blood. 

“Rook from B5 to F5,” Dazai’s voice sounds hollow and cold to his own ears as he continues forward with the plan he had set in motion at the cost of the one person Dazai doesn’t think he’ll be able to handle losing. The tips of his fingers feel numb as he waits for the inevitable. 

Dostoevsky’s teeth are like knives.

“How callous and cold-hearted of you. I must say, I’m impressed—I really didn’t think you had it in you, you truly are the prodigy they all claim you to be. Knight from D5 to E3. Check to King at F1.”

“King from F1 to F2.”

“Knight from E3 to D1.”

And just like that, the one piece that Dazai has refused to touch the whole game falls. His ears ring and his brain throbs painfully, his throat feels dry and scratchy but he refuses to give Dostoevsky the reaction that he’s waiting for. The Russian finally speaks the words that finalize the play:

“Queen captured.”

“138 counts of conspiracy to murder. 312 counts of extortion. 625 counts of assorted fraud. Numerous other known crimes, countless unknown crimes. A former executive of the Port Mafia known as the Demon Prodigy, the youngest underboss in the history of the Mafia.”

You think it’s ridiculous. Or, you want to think that it’s ridiculous. You want to condemn the words as ludicrous as the idea of the members of the Armed Detective Agency being terrorists. These whole past two weeks have thrown you for a loop—you were sitting at your laptop watching a reality show to pass time when you got the notifications on your phone regarding the terrorist attack on the Ministry of Defense, the very place you were supposed to start working at soon. 

You’d been watching with your heart in your throat until they were finally unveiled, and the moment they were, you were caught entirely off guard because what on earth? You saw it with your own eyes, but you still can’t bring yourself to believe it because what do you mean Mister Fifty-Eight Ideals with a moral high ground taller than the peak of Everest, Kunikida Doppo, is a terrorist? Tanizaki Jun’ichiro, the sweet boy who joins his sister down in the cafe with you when you’re waiting for Dazai to finish getting scolded by Kunikida, buying you a coffee and pastry? Izumi Kyouka, the young girl who looked at you with stars in her eyes when you brought her a crepe from the bakery near your apartment? Yosano Akiko, the woman who loves so hard and so deeply even if she does hide behind a rough facade, taking you, a stranger, in without hesitation just because of how happy you make Dazai?

There’s no way. You live in a world where men can transform into tigers and women can bring people back from the brink of death—there has to be something supernatural going on, you can’t bring yourself to believe that this is reality. 

But are you equally as sure about the allegations against Dazai?

You try to make sure that the conflict doesn’t show on your face as your mind races—you remember the night in Kyoto when you asked him about his previous job and how he reacted to it, you also remember how the waiters and the hostess and even the owner had treated him. Your heart sinks and your throat tightens a bit, you have to force yourself to focus on the conversation at hand.

The young man dressed in a burgundy military uniform sitting before you has a smile that can only be described as cruel, the red tips of his hair brushing his chin as he tilts his head to the side. “I do hope you understand how critical it is for us to obtain as much information as possible. We are authorized to go to any lengths to prevent the deterioration of this situation—if someone is suspected of giving refuge to any of the terrorists, or assisting them in any other way, they will be charged with conspiracy against the government and the aiding and abetting of global terrorism. We have full power to act on our own discretion and take in anyone who presumes to be uncooperative to our questioning.”

“Is that a threat?” you finally ask, absently circling your coffee mug. 

There are people looking at you—you’d chosen to sit outside of the cafe, and the streets are busy. You recognize two elderly women who frequent the cafe giving you concerned looks; three high school students sharing intrigued looks as one of them starts to video the encounter, knowing that any footage of the famed Hunting Dogs and the ongoing international crisis is a quick ticket to going viral; a businessman and his wife meeting for an early lunch before he goes back to work. 

Good, you think. 

“Only if you have something to hide,” the young man, who introduced himself as Jouno Saigiku, replies easily, smile sharpening a bit. “Do you have something to hide?” 

“Why would I have something to hide?” you ask instead of replying, eyes narrowing. 

“You tell me.”

“I have nothing to tell you.”

Distantly, you can hear the chatter of passerbyers walking down the sidewalk, the screeching of brakes as a car comes to an abrupt stop a few blocks down, the soft music coming from inside the cafe, but your gaze is tunneled on the young man sitting in front of you. His face is deceptively calm, eyes turned up and expression smooth, but you can see how the corner of his lip is pulled taut. More people begin paying attention to your conversation—you recognize some of them as regular patrons of the cafe who you’ve spoken to multiple times. 

“I think you do,” Jouno says idly. “Even if it weren’t for the way your heart is racing… this is damning enough, isn’t it?”

You raise your chin as Jouno slides over a manila folder to you. You don’t move to look at it for a moment, eyes lingering on his face before you finally flip it open, lips pressing together tightly. Dozens of pictures of you and Dazai lay within the envelope, pulled from CCTV tape all around the city—most of the pictures are innocent enough to pass off as two acquaintances having a cup of coffee, but there are a few questionable ones. 

And god, you miss him. Just seeing his face is enough to make your heart long for him, it’s only been what? A week and a half? But it’s been hell going from seeing him every day to not even knowing what happened to him until now… with all of this, learning about his crimes, finding out he’s imprisoned in the highest security ability user prison in the world, as you’re being interrogated by a member of the country’s most elite military unit. 

It’s too much, you think. What the hell are you even supposed to think of it all? 

You don’t even have time to think, not with this rabid dog sitting in front of you ready to leap for your throat at the first sign of weakness.

“How so?” you ask after you get your head back on straight, flipping the folder shut. “I’ve met with Dazai Osamu before. So have dozens of people in this cafe, hundreds of people around the city. Misaki-san, the older lady over there, has lunch with Kunikida-san twice weekly. Sayuri-chan, the high-schooler sitting two tables over, goes to Yosano-sensei for check-ups because her parents are hardly around to bring her to the doctor’s office. Takeuchi-san has tea with Fukuzawa-dono every Wednesday. Half of the city is intimately connected with the Armed Detective Agency, in one way or another—they’re active citizens, frequent faces around the streets, always helping when given the chance. Are you going to interrogate every citizen who has ever spent free time with a member of the Armed Detective Agency? Accuse them of conspiracy against the government and the aiding and abetting of terrorism?”

Your words cause a bit of a subtle shockwave across the eavesdroppers—a range of emotions from anxiety to indignance crossing faces, just as you hoped would happen. You figured that there would be no way of you really getting out of this, but you hope at least to trigger a bit of unrest. You know that a lot of the city’s civilians haven’t been fond of how the Hunting Dogs are handling this situation, despite them having authority from the Prime Minister to go to any lengths to regain control over the crisis.

And it’ll hit them hard seeing an upstanding, regular civilian being targeted for vague affiliation with a group that thousands of people in the city have had a vague affiliation with. Because if it happens to an upstanding, regular civilian, it can happen to any upstanding, regular civilian, and if it can happen to any upstanding, regular civilian, it can happen to them. You think most of the civilians in the city have been biting their tongues out of fear of the escalating terror, but once any civilian that’s ever affiliated themselves with the Agency becomes at risk for being under suspicion, under threat, then they’ll be forced to voice their discontent lest they be targeted next. 

“So, we’re going to do this the hard way then,” Jouno notes pleasantly, his smile is tight and there’s a tinge to his voice that you can only decipher as a threat. “Good, I was hoping it turned out this way.”

You remember the warning you’d gotten the night before: ‘The Hunting Dogs will come after you next, get out of the city - R’ and a part of you wishes that you’d taken the warning more seriously and gotten the hell out of Yokohama in the middle of the night before you could be interrogated. You’ll lose your internship, it might affect your standing in your university. You wonder if your brother would be disappointed, he spent his whole life trying to build a better one for you—sacrificing his happiness, morality, and eventually his life—and here you are about to throw it away.

Are you really going to do this?

You swallow thickly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. You think of Dazai—you think of the chilling list of crimes and his current imprisonment, you think of the promise you made before he fell off the face of the earth, you think of the nights you spent together, you think of the past few months you’ve lived with him. You realize that they’ve been the happiest you’ve been in your entire life, and you think that your brother might understand, because more than giving you a better life, he wanted you to have a happy one. 

Yeah, you’re really going to do this. 

You’ll get your answers from Dazai himself. You know in your heart that something bigger is going on, there’s no way that the members of the Agency are the terrorists that the world claims them to be and you don’t know if something else could possibly be going on with Dazai and the allegations against him as well. You think you know deep down that there’s likely some semblance of truth to them, but you owe it to him—and more importantly, to yourself—to hear it directly from him. 

Until then, your loyalty stays with him. 

“I guess so,” you agree softly, before turning your gaze up to Agatsuma Misaki, who’s looking increasingly more distressed by the whole situation. “Misaki-san, would you please let Hotaru-san and Hideyoshi-san know what happened here? I’m sure they’ll be worried when I don’t return home tonight, I don’t want them to lose any sleep over me.” 

Agatsuma Misaki clutches her necklace to her chest as she nods, her wrinkled face bunched up in concern, and the woman sitting with her looks equally horrified. The three high schoolers sitting two tables away are sharing wide-eyed looks with each other, whispering under their breaths as they point to the one boy’s phone, still evidently recording. The businessman, Takeuchi Isamu, is watching with hawk eyes, but his fingers are tapping away at the phone he’s hiding beneath the table. 

Jouno Saigiku rises to his feet, smile sharp and bordering on malicious as he says your name and then: 

“You are under arrest for conspiracy against the government and aiding and abetting the Armed Detective Agency in their terrorism against the State of Japan and the entire world.”

— the only development in the smut scene itself is reader very briefly acknowledging that she loves him (internally, she doesn't tell him) and dazai acknowledging that he's avoided any intimacy because he's been worried that she's going to think he only was into her for sex because they've had encounters with ex flings of his & she's heard about him sleeping around from the rest of the agency. so a bit of openness from dazai and a brief acknowledgment of real feelings from reader.

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[mrskurono]

Separately, but how much convincing do Atsushi, Aku, and Chuuya need to have spontaneous, semi-public sex (or oral) with reader ~ 👀 (if you can answer! Thanks for your time, you are a brilliant writer!)

a/n: my brain has pms but god damn it I won't try my best; also Chuuya looks beautiful in this theme like hot damn type: headcanons tags: fem!Reader, public (obviously), mentions of; handjobs, oral (giving + receiving), vaginal fingering, cockwarming, vaginal sex, ranchiness ♡

Honestly, the easiest out of the three to convince to do anything you damn well want

You've seen this man's will to tell people no

It's nonexistent and telling you no is literally a fate worse than death to him

Dr. Yosano is busy in her office, Kunikida is clocked out for the day and Dazai never stays late so where's the harm?

When your gaze lingers a little longer on Atsushi across the desk from you, admiring how handsome he is with his brows pinched in thought

Unaware of your gaze until you're sitting right next to him, leaning in on your elbow and slipping your free hand between his thighs

Met with a decisive squeak of surprise from how hard he was concentrating

Atsushi can't help the hushed demand of what you're doing while his cheeks turn seven shades darker

"You looked good working."

"We're working!!!"

"But shouldn't overtime be rewarded?"

Be if your hand groping him through his slacks or the half lidded dreamy look you have casted over at him, Atsushi can't say no

Not when your fingers fiddle with his zipper silently. Only the sparse tapping of his fingers on his laptop being stunted as you free his cock from his pants

Fingers curled around his length and pumping him slowly under the desk

Thank for all the agency's cluttered desk as no one can see a thing but you two sitting together like normal

Far from normal though as beads of sweat trickle along Atsushi's hairline

His labored breathing almost like an echo in the nearly empty office space

Atsushi fighting with all his will to stay silent until he's forced to grip the edge of the desk

White knuckles, chewing on his lips as his cock throbs in your hand

Getting caught isn't in either of your agendas so the second you feel him gasp and throb in your grasp

That's when you lean in and coo softly as Atsushi cums all over a napkin you pocketed from lunch

Watching his thick creamy cum soil the paper as you pump him a few more times for good measures

Atsushi a little dizzy when you lean over and kiss him on the cheek

"Let's clock out, we're not done here weretiger."

Don't be fooled, Ranpo knows but all you have to do is slip him a snack heh

Second best bet to get him to do anything you want to

And if it's at the Black Lizard's base of operations while they're out?

Well that's just a free pass right there isn't it?

Chuuya's as easy as a book to read so when he's spent the last twenty or so minutes looking at you chewing gum and popping it with a satisfying snap

It's pretty obvious where his mind is

"Your coat hides shit when you're that hard Nakahara."

Que an outburst that only lasts as long as brushing his cheek and snapping the gum inches from his lips last

He cannot say no to the idea of your lips wrapped around his cock

And such a petite sized man makes for the neatest blow jobs <3

Ravishing him with your attentive tongue, even if it's bubblegum flavored spit, Chuuya can't keep his moans to a minimum as you take him all in your mouth

Dumb enough to let you do it nearly out in the open at the base

Doesn't matter bc his brain is in his dick and you can suck out every last braincell he has by slurping down his cum the second he twitches in your mouth

Chuuya does have nice tasting cum though ♡

Doesn't stop there though bc he's not about to leave something half done and the mission won't have anyone back for a while right?

Can't keep his lips off your clit in the moments you lick him clean

Expert little tongue with a man hungry for your juices won't stop the cascading orgasm that Chuuya draws from you

Clit throbbing against his tongue as he stuffs his gloved fingers in you just to ride out your orgasm

Man on his knees knows to lick his hand clean so there's no evidence to be found ♡

Evidence is found when poor Tachihara keeps walking in on Chuuya on his knees, RIP Tachihara's sanity

Sighs...the hardest just ton convince to have sex regularly

And if there's even a minor chance of getting caught, Akutagawa will not so much as allow a kiss on the cheek

That leaves getting, creative, to spice it up

Your best chance for a touchy Akutagawa is whenever he's recouping or down under the weather

And who doesn't get a little horny when they're sick?

"My...looks like you could use some help there huh?"

He might be laid up on the couch but Akutagawa is acutely aware of the half hard on you're spying through his clothes

Everyone does have their daily routine and daily missions and should be gone well into the evening

Perhaps indulging in the human touch wouldn't kill him when he thinks its in the clear

Poor thing sick like this but good thing his cock still works for you ♡

Snuggles quickly turn to some nice slow spooning sex

Wiggling your ass back on his hip bones to feel his cock twitch as deep in you as possible

Akutagaw groaning and gripping your sides with his face buried in the back of your neck

He's sick but god do you make him forget that for a moment

Grinding yourself on him in the tiny confines of the couch

Leaving his cock slick with your juices as you take the position as conveniently to let you play with yourself

Toying with your clit until you've lost the number of times you climaxed with him buried inside you

Each time making him moan harder and twitch inside you while just the simple sensation of your walls milking him makes Akutagawa wanna cum

But the second either of you hear the door creak, your bodies freeze

Covered in a blanket, tucked together on the couch, the rest of the Lizards can't help but comment on how cute it is that you're snuggling with the boss

Without knowing Akutagawa is pumping you full of cum bc the lil perv can't believe he got caught with his cock balls deep in you ♡

Again poor Tachihara knows but...alas is his cross to bare heh

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