#rampo x reader

[violentdelights-violentendss]

When BSD men have to carry you.

Pairing: Fem!Reader/BSD Men

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

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

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

Edogawa Ranpo

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

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

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

“I’ll do it just because it’s you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come lay in bed?” You asked sluggishly.

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

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

Osamu Dazai

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, please.”

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

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

“Hey, (Y/N),”

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

Doppo Kunikida

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yukichi Fukuzawa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll carry you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nakahara Chuuya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nakajima Atsushi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[oikasugayama]

YOU CATCH HIM M@STURBAT!NG pt. 3

MDNI, this is a NSFW series for adults

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

Ranpo

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

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

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

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

"WHAT" he snaps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Akutagawa

god he looks hot in this gif

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ango

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

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

his dick is out, in hand.

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

"sir!"

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

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

"is that the finished report?"

"yes sir..."

"bring it to me."

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

"why are you shaking?"

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

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

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

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

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

#bungo stray dogs smut #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungo stray dogs x reader #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa smut #akutagawa headcanons #ranpo x reader #ranpo smut #ranpo headcanons #ango x reader #ango smut #ango headcanons #bsd smut #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #rampo x reader #rampo headcanons #rampo smut

[ayvi]

💟Being the girlfriend of bsd characters💟

Dazai Osamu ♡Oddly enough, Dazai is monogamous. Despite all those tackles to waitresses and other girls, it was all not serious for him. Just for fun, to brighten up your days. But with your appearance in his life, Osamu stopped any flirtations, tackles and suggestions of double suicide. If he does any of this, it's only to annoy you a little😉 ♡Dazai is an eloquent guy, so compliments from him 24/7. I'm already silent about the frequent ambiguous and vulgar jokes in your address, with which he loves to embarrass you. In addition, Dazai is a tactile person and just loves to hug you or touch you somehow, no matter where you are. So for the fact that the brown-haired man distracts you from work, he often gets not weak kicks from Kunikida with shouts about not suffering from bullshit, but going to work ... ♡With the appearance of you in his life and the realization that he sincerely and strongly loves you, he completely forgot about suicide. Dazai has finally found his meaning in life. The one for which he will live and not just live, but enjoy every minute spent with you ♡"I always lose what I don't want to lose." Osamu is terribly afraid of losing you and the case of Odasaku pops up in his memory every time, causing fear to ignite more and more in his soul. And even more, the former mobster is finishing off the realization that he will definitely never be able to come to terms with your death Esper has a very romantic nature and manages to surprise you with something new every time. And the sincerity of delight and the smile on your face can't help but make him smile back. ♡Can't cook, but how she dances. It is better not to let the brown-haired man near the stove at all, otherwise your apartment is Khan. At best, there are mountains of dirty dishes and the whole kitchen is covered in scraps of food, and at worst, he will give it up. So it's better for you to cook, but it's better to order at home for general safety. ♡I am ready to help you with anything except reports (there are Atsushi for this)) ♡Your pastime takes place in different ways. Although most often you walk around the city at night holding hands and introduce a casual conversation ♡If you are at least a couple of centimeters shorter than him, then get ready that Dazai will tease you every day, just give a reason. Of course, it will not be as tough to joke as over Chuya, but more gently. But if he really hurts you, he will beg your forgiveness with sweets and hugs As for jealousy on his part, he trusts you, although if there is a guy hanging around who didn't realize the first time that you were busy, then Osamu will immediately glare at the guy angrily and he's already gone • On your part, jealousy doesn't really arise either. Dazai does not give any reasons for this. Although, as I said earlier, he can get a little annoyed and lead to jealousy by flirting with some girl as a joke. ♡•When Dazai is sick, it's something. He's still a malingerer. He likes to attract your attention to himself by any means. His knee hurts, and he's already pretending to be lying down • But when you're sick, then Dazai is ready to run around with you even all day and he doesn't care that he can get infected (but I don't care if I get sick. I'll be able to put cans on my own~). In general, you recover and then the esper goes on sick leave. ♡With Dazai, you will definitely never be bored. In addition, he loves you immensely and appreciates you. And it is worth valuing above all, because you are his only meaning of life, the one for which he is ready to sacrifice everything he has

Chuya Nakahara ♤Like his former partner, Chuya is very devoted to his beloved ♤Loyalty is loyalty, but Nakahara is literally your mommy. Then the neckline is too deep, then she dressed too coldly, then short. - It's too short. I told you at least a millimeter above the knees immediately no - Maybe I should dress like a nun or put on a potato sack? - Sounds good... - ... I'm going to throw something at you now ... in general, your life is saturated in terms of choosing clothes. Well, at least you'll walk stylishly ♤No matter how it sounds now, but with your appearance, Chuya realized that for him the mafia is in second place. That without you, he just existed, believing that his whole life should be devoted to serving the Port Mafia. And he is grateful to you that you, one might say, help him to live, not to coexist and, moreover, enjoy every moment, even insignificant ♤Like Dazai, Chuya is afraid of losing you. Every day he is worried about the fear that one of the enemies will find out about you and cause harm. He can't help but think of nothing but your safety. He literally shielded you from his work for as long as possible ♤Of course, Chuya is not as eloquent as his former partner, but he is no less romantic. Whenever possible, he takes you to restaurants, buys your favorite flowers, expensive jewelry, toys. All for the sake of making you happy. And remember your ride on his bike through the night city? Romantic movies with their scripts smoke on the sidelines compared to this. ♤ you cook at home often, because Chuya goes to work early and he has no time to do it, but when he has a day off, he is ready to get up early in order to cook you breakfast in bed. ♤ If you need help, then Nakahara will help you right away, even if you didn't need his help. ♤Your pastime also goes differently, because unlike Dazai, Chuya works at work, and not just dragging his time fooling around. He often comes home tired and he definitely does not have time for walks and other things, Usually you both lie on the couch in front of the TV, watching some movie or TV series, under which you both hug and fall asleep ♤•Jealousy on his part. Here it is more difficult than with Dazai. And it's not that Chuya doesn't trust you. He is sure that you will not change him, but his short temper makes itself felt. So I don't envy the guy who decided to try his luck by approaching you. Nakahara will tear him to pieces on the spot • Just like Dazai Nakahara does not give any reason for jealousy. He doesn't even flirt with someone in jest to annoy you a little. He immediately makes it clear to any girl that he is busy and therefore there is no point in being jealous ♤•It is also difficult for Chuya to get sick, since he is still a workaholic and can go to work with a 40 degree temperature. So during the illness, you literally chain him to bed and force him to be treated. He may worry for a while, but then he will accept it and even notice for himself that it's not so bad to be sick. You take care of him and he can take a little break from his work • When you're sick, Chuya literally gives up on his work and goes to treat you. Of course, not without indignation that he told you to dress warmer, and you didn't listen to him. ♤Chuya may seem very strict in many things, but that's only because he values you very much. With you, the mafia realized what it means to be truly happy and loved.

Rampo Edogawa ■In a word, a big kid, not a guy. And with that, a very capricious child and I'm not exaggerating now. Don't understand what's going on in his head. If he suddenly gets something into his head, he will take out your nerves until you do as he asks. ■His self-esteem is also going through the roof. He just likes to brag about his deduction. Rampo can't help but show off in front of you how his director begged to solve another case, since no one else could do it, and he is a great detective coped with it in a second ■If you are a huge lover of goodies, like Edogawa, then all your hiding places with stashes from the guy will be found, and what is in sight will be eaten. But if you don't really like sweets, then this also doesn't really bother the detective. He'll get more. But you can not read Rampo's lectures, he will not refuse sweets. ■Edogawa is still a sly one. Thanks to his deduction, he always knows what kind of complement would be appropriate to make. Do you have a new hairstyle? It suits you very well. Highlights your beautiful eyes. A new dress? It wouldn't look better on anyone but you~ ■The detective is a very tactile guy. He just loves hugging you, leaving fleeting kisses on your face or just holding your hands in his. He is like a cat demanding attention from you and often sulks at you for not noticing him at all because of your affairs. ■Cooking is not his forte, but he is a pro at stealing ingredients. So you literally push Rampo out of the kitchen so that he doesn't eat everything and you have something to cook from, especially if you're cooking something sweet ■There is not much hope for help either. Rampo can help you only if he wants to show off his brilliant mind and deduction once again ■You have one pastime. At home, under a warm blanket with sweets, watch TV. You rarely go for a walk, because you only have to distract yourself for a second, and Edogawa is already gone. Then he calls you and says he's lost. Twenty-five again🤦🏻 ■•There is no jealousy on his part, since Rampo trusts you, plus, again, his super deduction, and how can you exchange the best detective for someone else. This is unthinkable! •There is also no jealousy on your part, since Edogawa does not give a reason for this. And with his very arrogant character, who would dare to try his luck? Detective, if only to be jealous, then it will be sweets, or to himself ■• As I said, Rampo is still a capricious child, so he also gets sick like a child. Then the medicine is bitter, then it's too cold, then it's hot, then he wants your attention, then something else. In general, you run around with him all day and only at night, when he falls asleep, you rest • If you are sick, then Edogawa will try to help you get back on your feet. He knows what medications you need to take, will cover you with all the blankets that are in the house and will try to cook you a hot soup. The keyword is "try". ■Yes, it's not easy to get along with a great detective under the same roof, but he loves you and tries to make you feel comfortable with him. Edogawa always knows when you have a load on your heart and is ready to listen to you and help, no matter what it costs him.

#hedcanon #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd rampo #bsd edogawa rampo #dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #rampo x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai

[4channerguy]

tug of war / ranpo edogawa

hello...guys.... oh my god i acutally didn't expect my last fic to gain traction? thank you? anyways this is a repost from my ao3 fic that i am very proud of. its very cute i like it a lot tumblr is fun :^) xoxo (。・∀・)ノ

warnings ✎ : none. just ranpo stealing your blankets i guess. gn reader, pronouns aren't mentioned. ➜ ┊ pairings: ranpo x reader

wc: 592 (short, i know)

it was cold again.

you groggily woke up to nothing on your body, shivering with prickled skin. you look at the alarm clock. it was only 4:06 am. you turn to your side, and much to your avail, ranpo, again, had hogged all of the blankets. wrapped around him, with only the exception of a tuft of hair peeking out. he reminded you of a hamster that had burrowed inside of it’s own bedding. though cute, you were rightfully pissed off. sighing loudly, you nudge ranpo.

“hey…hey!” you shout-whispered. he grunted in response.

“you took all the blankets again,” you whisper. “it’s cold, you need to share.” he grunted again and proceeded to unroll himself half-assedly before going back to sleep.

only a quarter of the blanket was given to you. you accepted the gesture anyway, trying to make do with it, before falling back asleep.

you woke up an hour later.

your body was now dangerously closer to the edge of the bed with nothing on you. again. you seriously had enough of this. determined to get your blanket back, you firmly but gently tugged the blanket that was still cocooned around ranpo. he grumbled in his half-asleep state and resisted. you only kept trying, and finally, out of pure hard work, you were able to gain a better halve of the blanket. feeling weirdly triumphant about your achievement (while ranpo was blissfully unaware) you put it over you carefully and buried yourself in it in delight. you look over at ranpo who had his cheek squished against the pillow, creating a pool of drool on it. you brush his bangs up and kiss him on his forehead. he smiled in his sleep and you suppressed the urge to start aggressively kissing him all over his face. you sighed as your head hit the pillow.

morning hit and you and ranpo collectively trudged towards the kitchen where you made coffee and he made toaster waffles.

“we should get two blankets.” you randomly mention. he raises an eyebrow while rubbing an eye. “what for?” he replies while flicking an eye booger out of his eye. you stare at him.

“you seriously don’t remember last night.”

“uh….nope.”

you turn around as your coffee’s done. “we played a game of tug of war last night.”

“oh really?” he says absentmindedly while trying to pull two of the waffles from the toaster with his bare hands. “shit, ouch.”

you reach towards his hurt hand and kiss it while he pouts. “yeah we did. and it wasn’t fun.” you retort back, sulking. he kisses your hand back and smirks showing his canines. “apologies that i’m such a blanket thief. it’s a…what’s the word…involuntary. yeah, involuntary reflex i can’t control.”

you roll your eyes. “well, your reflex makes me not sleep well. i’d rather not walk into work brain-dead because i fought so many battles with you when i’m trying to sleep. thanks.”

he munches on his now rescued waffle while handing your share to you. you accept.

he nudges you. “i can be your blanket you know? we can, like, share body heat and-”

“please, in your dreams. you know that’ll just cocoon yourself anyways. we tried that before.”

he shrugs. “just giving suggestions. don’t worry about your cute butt anyway, we’ll go to a convenience store and get a blanket. if you promise to get me shrimp chips on the way.”

you sip your coffee and smile. “i promise.”

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 11.24.23, do not repost or translate my content :^)

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[akutails]

CONFESSING TO THEIR CRUSH. - dazai osamu & edogawa ranpo

✁dazai & ranpo and their silly attempts to confess their love for u <3 repost from @[yatsugareboyf]

┊❛ dazai osamu ❜┊

he flirts all the damn time

so you never know if he’s gonna take u seriously bcs w EVERY WOMAN THAT COMES IN THE DOOR HES LIKE

“my belladonna, do you want to accompany me in the world’s most beautiful double suicide?”

yeah. no

when he has a crush, he really wants to act like it doesn’t bother him or he acts like he’s smitten with any other woman

BUT HE’S NOT- he’s whipped and he doesn’t know how to contain it

visibly tries to flirt w other women while ur there (not to get u jealous but so he can get his mind off of the fact that you’re right there)

don’t get me wrong he flirts with you too and it annoys the fuck out of kunikida

“y/n! you’re back! i’m sure you’re tired, lovely, so let’s go sleep together forever-”

“dazai u fucking menace-”

i feel like he doesn’t do the “big event confession thing” it's more of a gradual thing?

he’ll definitely ask u out on a date, but makes it seem like it's just any other day type of date so u agree

but he invites you to so many more dates

which makes u go like “are these dates dates or just friend dates?”

then he smiles “what do you want them to be, hm?”

“huh?” you reply, squinting at dazai, who’s currently seated in front of you at a small cafe you both frequent.

“well,” he starts, taking your hand and placing it on top of his while the other runs its thumb across your knuckles, and you think it’s another stupid invitation at a double suicide, “i’ve been asking you on dates and you’ve been agreeing, so i guess these are dates?”

he’s been asking you out to dates? was this his plan all along? to make you feel like you’re the one who needs to confess to him when really he’s dying to confess to you but doesn’t want to be the first to talk in fear of rejection?

or maybe he just wants to poke fun at you for liking him back.

“i… i guess they are.”

“we’re dating! you’re so sneaky, my love, not knowing we’re dating even if you were the one to agree to it.”

“i thought it was a friend date!”

┊❛ edogawa ranpo ❜┊

there’s only two ways i see ranpo acting when he has a crush

one, he’s overly proud and boasting of his charms when his crush is around and is isnt against showing off for their approval

two, he’s embarrassed and flustered and cant even show off even if he wants to because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you. he’s quiet and weirdly normal

either way, he doesn’t want to be the one who confesses. sorry man he can’t do it

well, not that he can’t do it, he just doesn’t want to

why would HE have to confess his love when YOU can do it? i mean, he is the greatest detective of all time, who wouldn’t have a crush on him?

if u do like him, then u must be damn good at hiding it because he doesn’t know

or he doesn’t want to know, because he’s scared of knowing the truth (that maybe u just dont like him like that yknow?)

so he just stares at you when he can, but when u look at his direction and ask him what’s wrong, he pretends to be lost in thought and only coincidentally faced your way 😭🙏

he’ll be very frustrated tho, because he wants to talk to u and say that ure cute and he wants you to say that hes cute and idk

hold ur hand?? let him sit on ur lap?? all those stuff

he can’t do that when u think he’s just a friend :((

so he just does it in the most subtle way he can

“y/n!”

you look over to ranpo, whos gesturing you to sit beside him at his desk.

“hm? what is it?”

he opens up a drawer that holds all of his candy bars and sweets that have varying colors in neon and pastel, pulling out a few of them then closing it shut. he lays them in front of you then returns to his video game.

“those are for you.”

you were hesitant to receive the candy bars, but you saw the packaging and smiled. they were sweethearts and chocolate bars.

╰─▸ ❝ @[akutails]'s work is not open to reposts, plagiarism, and the likes. (09/22/22). taglist: @sips-tea-cutely, @njisano, @atsucafe.

#bsd #bsd x reader #✎-love letters #bsd fluff #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd imagines #dazai imagines #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #ranpo x reader #edogawa ranpo x reader #bsd edogawa rampo #rampo x reader #bsd ranpo

[dreamkidddream]

Random Domestic Headcanons with Ranpo

Random headcanons bc I needed/wanted some fluff with Ranpo ☺️ reader is gender neutral!

Living with Ranpo may seem stressful looking from the outside in, but it wasn’t surprisingly

…don’t be fooled though, it wasn’t always easy

It wasn’t a secret that Ranpo could be a massive man child, but you both had a set system in the apartment- a peaceful routine that worked well for the both of you, despite his…setbacks

It always amazed you that despite him being the smartest detective alive, he couldn’t do the simplest of things- for example, laundry

If you love your clothes- please I beg you do not let him wash your clothes

He did it once and you were left with an…interesting wardrobe for the entire week- as comical as it was, you would prefer your usual clothes over the mess that Ranpo made (and tried to fix- as comfortable as it was wearing his coat, you couldn’t wear it forever)

So now you’re the one in charge of washing and Ranpo is in charge of folding! Sometimes he would try to wash on his own but you snatch the detergent out of his hands before he could even pour anything

It still baffles your mind at how he managed to survive this long

He complains about doing housework, and sometimes you would have to entice him to get it done (whether it be the promise of extra snacks or a kiss)

But that’s not to say that Ranpo’s useless- far from it actually

Grocery shopping is a breeze thanks to him- anything you think you’re forgetting, he already knows. His memory is scarily accurate to where he’s already putting it in the basket before you could even think about it. Just remembered that you forgot something at the register? Don’t worry, Ranpo already has it on the counter ready to be scanned

He also puts in a lot of snacks in the cart- and I mean a lot- but you let him get away with it since you love him (although you do have to limit him sometimes since he can go a bit overboard)

Your snacks is his snacks pretty much- but he does share (some) of it with you, even if it’s already missing a bite out of it

Ranpo likes to help you cook! And his way of helping is to taste test everything along the way- which you don’t mind since it is one of the ways that you bond and he does give good feedback when his mouth isn’t full anymore

Eating together is a must! Whether he’s bragging about how dumb the officers acted today or the new mystery that Poe wrote for him, it was always shared over meals together. It was one of the main ways you guys spent quality time together

He would help wash the dishes afterwards

Nights after work would include watching a low-budget crime show and solving it before the show is over (even if Ranpo already knew who the culprit was as soon as the show began, it was still fun- same with a movie), playing his game together, giving a hand at Poe’s new novel, etc.- anything to keep you both entertained and that helps de-stress from the day, he’s down to do (as long as it doesn’t require a lot of work)

Regardless, Ranpo is fine just being surrounded by you after work. Even if he didn’t have to put in much effort at the agency, it still felt good to unwind with you- just having you by his side or in his arms was more than enough

You guys have matching toothbrushes!! It’s childish enough to be his idea, but it’s actually yours

He also lets you take a shower first or even better- bathing together. Its not even in a sexual manner- it’s a moment that both of you are vulnerable together and could actually relax. Taking turns washing each others backs and hair was a form of tranquility that couldn’t be replaced, especially on a rough day

Ranpo is fine being either the little spoon or the big spoon, but he’s mostly the big spoon. You guys switch it up depending on what’s wanted, but most of the time you end up tangled with one another anyway by the time morning comes

Before he leaves for the day (or after you drop him at the agency), he will not let you leave until he gets his kiss. He’ll whine if you forget and won’t let you leave until you remember why- he says that it helps him get through the day, and he’s not lying

He can be selfish at times, but Ranpo really does care for you. He makes sure to put your badge with your train card by the door so that you don’t forget, he saves an extra stick of his pocky for you since it’s your favorite, and he waits for you outside of your office to walk home together (even if Kunikida or Atsushi had to lead him there)

Most of all, he makes sure that you know how much you mean to him. Whether it’s through quality time or his words that he would whisper in the late hours of the night after pressing his lips against yours, he makes sure that you know- and that you don’t forget

#dream rambles about bsd 🐶🔍 #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #bsd ranpo x reader #ranpo edogawa x reader #rampo x reader #bungou stray dogs headcannons #bungo stray dogs x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x gender neutral reader #ranpo x you #ranpo x y/n

[sillybilly-55]

Ranpo Edogawa x Y/N Fukuzawa

little spoiler: Your daughter asks you how did you met her father

warnings: Here may be bad grammar. Sorry guys

You were cooking for the dinner. Since Dianne was born, cooking dinner got a little bit harder. Only to please that little spoiled baby.

"Hey, mommy." greeted Dianne trying to sit on her chair in the kitchen.

You left all the utensils in your hand and helped her sit comfortably in the chair.

"Yes, sweetie?" your voice asked suddenly.

"I was watching a movie where two lovers were talking about how did they met each other. I am curious how did you met daddy."

Slightly surprised by her sudden curiosity you looked at her. Unfortunately she didn't do the same. She had cupped those rosy, chubby cheeks in her even smaller little hands as she admired the cookie jar. Sighing, you took a cookie out of the jar and handed it to her.

“How did I meet your father? Tough question,” you murmured trying to remember. “I think it all started when… HEY, DON'T PUT ALL THE COOKIES IN YOUR MOUTH AT ONCE. YOU WILL DROWN! I see, you inherited his sweet tooth pretty damn well, Dianne."

(15 years ago)

Yukichi Fukuzawa, your father, took him in. Since then he became your true best friend.

"Y/N, can I get a cup of tee?" Mister Fukuzawa looked right next to him. "Pardon, two cups of tee."

"It will be done in five minutes, father" you turned around barely looking at the new guest.

As for a few minutes your elegant and penetrating voice was heard from the kitchen.

"The tee's ready" you said as you placed a cup of tea in front of your father. "I didn't make it very sweet. I know you don't like it that way."

You turned to the right side where Ranpo was.

"I'm sorry sir…" you said awkwardly.

"Ranpo Edogawa, that's my name" he winked at you. "You don't have to tell me sir anyway, we're the same age." he continued in a slightly hoarse but manly voice. He was clearly in puberty.

"How do you know we're the same age?" you asked curiously when you thought better of it.

"I do not tell you." Ranpo teased you in a playful tone.

"By the way," he continued, "I like tea incredibly sweet so try to remember that next time" he winked again.

"Y/N, I want to talk to Ranpo about a mission so I'll ask you to go in your room" Fukuzawa said.

"Okay, father" you said disappointed.

You went to your room with your eyes tearing trying to not make your father nor Ranpo, looking at you in that state. But too bad, Ranpo noticed.

"So Ranpo..." Fukuzawa continued the conversation.

"Old man, I am sleepy. My brain does not work well if I don't sleep. May I stay out of this mission today?

"Fine" said Fukuzawa tired. "Go ask Y/N where you can sleep."

"Thanks, old man" said Ranpo rushing through your door.

Knock, knock, knock

"Hey Y/N, is me Ranpo. Open the door please."

The sound of your tears was replaced by the sound of your hurried footsteps towards the door.

"Ranpo, weren't you supposed to go on the mission with my dad?" Y/N asked trying to wipe the traces of tears from her eyes as she wished that Ranpo wasn't looking at her red eyes.

"Ah yes but I lied to him that I was sleepy to stay with you. I heard long sobs."

"Ranpo... There was no need to do that. I would recommend to not mess up with him."

"Y/N, this is moment where I got finally a friend my age who doesn't judge me for being too smart."

You smiled.

"I think you're kinda narcissistic, Ranpo-kun."

You pushed aside to make room for Ranpo to come in.

You two laughed for hours and late at night, after dinner (Fukuzawa bought some curry) you two went to sleep.

"Ranpo, I can sleep on the foton and you in bed. The couch is hard as a rock so I don't recommend to sleep there." you said sleepy.

"No, I refuse to sleep in your bed without you" Ranpo put the blanket over him really dramatically.

"Ranpo, we can't sleep in the same bed. It's too small and narrow."

"Still..." asked Ranpo with a needy voice and his doggy face.

"Fine" You gave in and laid down next to him. You closed your eyes and immediately started to fall asleep. Ranpo's hands straddled your waist as he settled his head more comfortably against the line of your neck.

"It's more comfortable that way. Goodnight Y/N." Ranpo said with a smile before promptly falling asleep.

"Good night" you said, running your hand through his hair thinking he didn't feel you, unfortunately he did.

So the months have passed since Ranpo entered your life. Although he was your friend, you couldn't deny the fact that you sometimes envied him very much. Your father only cared about him but, remembering about you? Just time to time. One day Ranpo asked you if you would like to go for a walk with him on the edge of the beach (let's imagine that Fukuzawa's house has a sea view <3). That was the moment when you were going to confess him the secret that for a long time you tried to drive away and not tell him about it but, you couldn't. It eats you from inside. And the only one to blame for that was Fukuzawa himself.

You and Ranpo walked around holding hands. Ranpo just couldn't keep his hands off you. The sea water reaches your bare feet. You flinched as the slightly cold water first met your fingers and Ranpo smiled slightly looking over at you.

"What a pleasant moment we chose to come here. The sun is setting and it's getting quieter here" Said Ranpo calmly.

"Indeed" you said just as calmly.

You continued walking for about 5 minutes until you let go of his hand. Ranpo looked at you confused.

"We have to talk." you whispered to him almost not hearing with your head down.

Ranpo fidgeted as he ran his thumb over your chin lifting it up so he could see you.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" he asked cautiously but worried.

"Everything." You said unable to take it all in. You were shaking with nerves.

You pushed Ranpo aside who was slowly trying to approach you. The poor man froze in fear. He didn't want you to cry, he doesn't like it when you cry since he first came to the Fukuzawa residence. "I'm tired Ranpo, tired of you and my father. I'm tired of seeing him so proud of you and so disappointed in me only when he remembers that I exist. Before you, I trained every day with katana even though at first I didn't like it at all,just to make him proud. But for you it's so easy to make him proud. When we had dinner together we hardly spoke and so on. With your coming nothing has changed in his attitude towards me. Look Ranpo, I like you but you took my only spotlight I could get from my father. You're smart, I'm not. You're useful, I'm not." Y/N had burst into tears.

"Y/N, do you realize that my parents died in a car accident? Do you realize that before your father took me in I was a street kid? I think you're just being selfish now." Ranpo said in a disgusted tone.

"Exactly. I'm selfish. That's why I'm leaving. It'll be better without me, for both of you. I promise." you said as you ran in the opposite direction of Ranpo.

"Y/N, I never wanted to hurt you, you know why? Because I love you idiot." Ranpo yelled after you.

But you were already gone.

Y/N's pov :

Now you had a taste of Ranpo's past life, you had nowhere to sleep, nothing to eat and no one would hire you for more than a day. After all, you are the daughter of an assassin. The bloodlust had to be kept at bay. With no luggage just a used katana and dried blood on it no one had mercy on you. Until one night when you entered an abandoned building hoping you could spend the night there but the building was already occupied.

"Um a visitor...?" a man's voice was heard not far from you.

"Please excuse me, I didn't mean to offend you." you fell to your knees in guilt.

The figure of a tall and slender man hidden in the shadows as he looked out the window finally showed himself.

"Oh you stupid child it's not that you came in here that bothers me but the state you're in now." the man was looking at your katana. "Wait, I've seen swords like this before. You're the daughter of that bastard Fukuzawa, right?

You blinked quickly not knowing what to do. That man had a dangerous aura.

"You don't have to answer me. You look a lot like him. The same messy hair and the same scruffy face. What are you doing on the streets?".

"I ran away from home, sir" you answered hurriedly and scared.

"My name is Mori Ougai. You don't need to feel scared." caress your hair. "I won't ask you anything else, you don't seem to want to talk about it. But I have a proposition for you. How about you join the Port Mafia? We'll pay you well, feed you well and treat you well. Of course if you don't want is your choice."

You immediately accepted. Mori took you into his care and since then you have suffered nothing but the longing of Ranpo. You wrote them letters but no answer, you didn't blame them.

Ranpo's pov:

After you left, Ranpo had become a little irritable. Not to annoy Fukuzawa, but he was still moody and depressed.

"Fukuzawa-san" Ranpo yelled nervously. His face showed despair.

"Ranpo, what happened to you?" Fukuzawa rushes down the stairs.

"What was Y/N to you?" Ranpo asked him sharply.

"What do you mean by that? She's my daughter." Fukuzawa replied confused.

"The way you treated her, I thought she was more like your slave. If she was your daughter, why did you treat her like a nobody?" Ranpo punched the table.

"Ranpo, what happened to you. What happened to my girl?" Fukuzawa asked worriedly.

"She ran away from home, that's what happened!" Ranpo roared in his earFukuzawa's cheeks had gone blank. Shocked, he sat down on the couch and let his tears flow. Strange to see a man as tough as Fukuzawa cry. Ranpo explained everything to him.

"I wanted her to become strong both physically and mentally Ranpo. I never wanted to push her away or worse make her run away from home. But if that's her decision at least I hope she's happy, from now on I don't have children anymore. The weeks were going by hard enough without you. Your letters were brought to your former home but never read by the one you most wanted to read them to you, your father.

They were all sitting on the fridge next to your dad's framed picture of you in your strawberry pajamas and Ranpo in your school uniform, with his face full of make-up and hair done. Whenever he went to the kitchen their eyes stayed fixed on your wide smile. You really loved Ranpo.

At the same time, the same Ranpo who read your letters secretly and who was hurt that since you left you didn't mention him at all. He didn't try to hook you up, he thought it would be better for you.

Ranpo was slowly getting used to you not being there.

(5 years later)

Fukuzawa had founded the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia already had plenty of employees and allies. There were two powerful agencies but they acted totally differently, some were stepping on corpses to fulfill their goals and the other was saving people so that the opposite agency wouldn't have a corpse to step on. A game of cat and mouse, that's exactly what it was. At the beginning of the Port Mafia, Mori thought that the detectives were just playing with his nerves so he didn't seem to get bothered by that but, Fukuzawa thought the same and with time the nerves gave way for both leaders and a kind of war has started between the two agencies.

Y/N's pov:

A black army car was crossing a country road. Y/N Fukuzawa, a young assassin was waiting for instructions from her superiors. The first step in defeating the ADA was to evacuate all important documents so that if a detective were to break into Mori's office they would find nothing but napkins. Y/N was not happy with the task she had been given. She could do more and she knew it for sure. Y/N wanted to fight, just like her superior Chuuya Nakahara.

"Y/N, Y/N if you can hear me I should let you know that I need you here and now at headquarters." Chuuya's voice echoed in your headset. He seemed agitated. "It's an ambush." he yelled before an explosion rang out.

You jumped out of your seat to tell the driver to turn the car towards the docks as fast as he could but in the driver's seat sat a well hunched over being.

"What did you do to Nakagawa-son monster?"you asked with your shaky voice.

"There is no way I will let you break up the detective agency. From now on you call me Kamui, not monster." said a distorted voice.

"I haven't heard of a member named Kamui in the entire agency you liar. What do you really want? If you want us to fight take off your mask and show yourself." you said almost screaming.

Kamui just started laughing lightly. "You hardly changed at all."

Ranpo's pov:

The agency was under threat. Mafia members had an overwhelmingly large number of talented people in front of the agency. They had to act even if it was reckless.

They each took their positions and began bombing the mob headquarters (information gained from Dazai). Only Ranpo believed that someone from there would help stop this nonsense. It was his long-lost love, the only friend who never judged him (apart from Poe, dear Poe<3) and with whom he got along wonderfully. Y/N, his own boss's daughter.While Ranpo was cooking a plan he saw her. Fukuzawa's long, tousled hair tied in a bow at the top, her elegant gray suit, and the angelic expression on her face, it really had to be her. But he knew, he knew that she was part of an organization that was destroying the welfare of civilians and creating only chaos.

Although Ranpo would flatly refuse to admit it, he found himself suddenly standing up from the table and thrusting his hands so hard that the waitress thought he came to the cafe specifically to break the table when he saw you.

"Death never dies." Y/N suddenly shouted.

“Come on Y/N, stop struggling. We both know you're not talented.” Kamui says dismissively.

- As if you were. Y/N replies just as ironically.

But when Kamui suddenly laughs, the corpse of the driver who was originally lying headfirst exhausted and lifeless in the child's seat is now looking at Ranpo as if he hadn't been killed.

"What the hell? Y/N what is this?"

"My ability has developed over time Ranpo-kun." Y/N says as she tries not to smile childishly. "I expected you to come. But as a smart man to a dirty man instead of meeting and talking like two normal people, I chose the scumbag." she continued.

Ranpo didn't understand any of this.

"I see you're still confused dear. Let me explain how my ability works. In short I can control and manipulate people around me to do whatever I want, but not the person directly attacking me, which is you in that case." you winked at him. "So now Nakagawa-san, kill this boy next to you" she says as she eases herself into the back seat.

The corpse goes to strangle Ranpo but somehow seeing Ranpo in danger because of you triggered a new feeling in your stomach, guilt.

“Stop it” Y/N whispers.

The driver's corpse returns to being a corpse.

"Look Ranpo, what's in it for me if I help you? You're manipulating me emotionally. I basically betrayed my family by letting you get away."

"Sure, sure blame me. Look Y/N" Ranpo says those last words seriously leaving his childish voice aside. "I missed you nights in a row, I slept with my pillow thinking about you. I refused to wash your favorite pillow because it still smelled of you. I read your letters, all of them. I wanted to write you back but I afraid that you don't want to hear about me anyway. But one thing I have to say and I hope you'll feel the same, I love you."

"You idiot ass, I hate you so much" you pulled his collar so hard and pressed his lips to yours. "But I love you too and I don't promise to stop doing that"

After your little conversation you two stopped the conflict and you and Ranpo started dating. Ranpo helped you reconcile with your father, but unbeknownst to him, he also became a father in time.

Author note: HEY GUYS THIS IS MY FIRST COMPLATE ONESHOT. I know it's a little bit too long but I hope you like it. Request open<3

#rampo x reader #rampo #bsd edogawa rampo #bsd rampo

[xiaoxo]

₊˚·७ HOPE THEY CAUGHT US

featuring — dazai osamu, edogawa ranpo, nakahara chuuya, y/l/n y/n

summary — when your boyfriend proposed the idea of fucking in a public place, you were intrigued to say the least.

warnings — dazai, ranpo, & chuuya x fem!reader (separate), smut, public sex, (almost) getting caught, dazai fucks you in chuuya’s office, nipple play, unprotected sex (pls be safe irl), self indulgent (minus chuuya, he’s for my best friend @kozuwhore), reader is part of a rich family in ranpo’s, mentions of marijuana use in ranpo’s, jealousy in chuuya’s, port mafia!reader in chuuya’s, deepthroating in chuuya’s, slightly dom!reader in chuuya’s, slightly sub!chuuya, pet names used

messages from the stars — title (and fic) inspired by doja cat 🫡

𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

“tell me why you thought this was a good idea again?” you asked, feeling osamu pepper kisses down your neck. “because ever since our port mafia days, that bastard has been looking at you like he desires you. wanna ruin you in his office.”

you whimpered when he sucked the sweet part of your neck. fingers entangled in his hair, you grinded your hips against his clothed boner. you felt his hard-on poking against your panties, now soaked in your arousal.

“my my, someone’s desperate, bella,” he cooed, pecking your cheek. you looked away, flustered. he brought your face to look at him again. you stared into his wide, excited eyes. you couldn’t let him down, seeing how much desire he was feeling.

you began unbuttoning your black button-up, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. osamu immediately dove in between your breasts, kissing and sucking on the skin. your breasts were sensitive to his touch, making you whimper out.

“ ‘samu,” you whined, clawing at his hair. you felt yourself get wetter as he moved your bra down, sucking your nipples. leaning your head back, your eyes shot open when you heard footsteps outside the office.

dazai didn’t mind and kept sucking and biting. “osamu!” you whisper-snapped. “relax, darling. no one’s gonna come..except us,” he muttered against your breasts. you chewed on your bottom lip in nervousness.

after osamu was finally finished marking your breasts, he began taking his jacket off. you also began undressing more, peeling off your panties and skirt.

“god, you’re soaked,” he breathed out, running a line down your slit. you shuddered at the sudden feeling. “so sensitive too,” he chuckled to himself, unzipping his pants.

gripping your thigh, osamu kept your legs apart and slid his cock into your pussy.

he let out heavy pants with each thrust. you held onto him tightly. the desk shifted when he pounded into you, causing papers and documents to slide off. but all you could focus on was dazai’s dick inside you.

you didn’t even care about who could walk in, only focusing on cumming with your lover. light whimpers came from your lips, causing osamu to lean down and kiss them roughly.

the kisses were sloppy and slow, passionate too. dazai’s hands went to grip your hips to keep you firmly in place. the pleasure made your head spin, dizzy with bliss and euphoria.

you cried out in ecstasy as dazai rammed his cock into you, shooting his sperm inside your tight, wet hole. the feeling of his cum filling you up tipped you over the edge, cumming intensely.

both of you catching your breath, you didn’t even notice the footsteps approaching the office.

“the hell? why is my door locked?” your eyes widened in fear when hearing chuuya’s complaining from the other side of the door. dazai just gave you a cheeky grin before thrusting into you again.

𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎

you really did not want to go to this event. but, your mother insisted. so, you dragged along your boyfriend as a plus one.

“don’t you think this is a bit too short, love?” he asked once you both met up at the event. “no, do you think it’s too short?” you asked, acting completely oblivious to the fact it rode up your thighs.

in reality, you wore the red dress on purpose—to rile ranpo up. he knew you were teasing him, and he wasn’t going to let it slide. you thought he would drag you home but no, he wanted to do it here and now.

you weren’t really a risky couple, other than the one time you both got high and had the munchies. but, ranpo wanted to go the extra mile this time. he wanted to get caught, wanted to show the world how good he made you feel. him and only him.

after chatting with a few family members and sharing a couple drinks, ranpo whispered in your ear if you wanted to get out of there.

“i’d thought you’d never ask,” you told him, smirking. he dragged you to the nearest bathroom and pinned you up against the wall. “ranpo, can’t you wait til we—mmph!—we get home?” you asked, feeling him trail kisses down your neck.

“can’t wait that long, dear. want you now,” he muttered attacking your neck with kisses and hickies. his hands palmed against your breasts before pulling the dress and bra down and exposing your bare breasts.

you hissed as the cold air hit your nipples. your boyfriend took a nipple in his mouth and began nibbling and sucking. “shouldn’t we at least get into the bathroom?”

you were still standing beside the bathroom door. it was a secluded area but it didn’t mean people couldn’t be needing the bathroom themselves and stumble upon you and your lover’s rendezvous.

pulling away, ranpo hurried you into the bathroom and didn’t bother locking the door. you were too consumed in edogawa indulging himself in your beautiful breasts to even realize however.

he pulled the dress up your thighs and rested around your waist, revealing your matching panties. he nearly salivated at the sight, biting his lip. all he wanted to do was eat you out until you were crying and pleading for more.

so, he began doing just that. pushing the lace to the side, he began sucking and devouring your warm and wet pussy, causing you to loudly moan. “careful darlin, don’t want your family to hear how much of a slut you are for me,” he chuckled, humming against your heat.

“ranpo, more, please!” you stifled out a moan. he began lapping his tongue faster against your clit and inserted it into your hole, darting in and out. leaning your head against the wall, you cried out in pure bliss.

“i’m so close! more please please please!” you begged and pleaded for ranpo to allow you to cum. “no, you’re not cumming without me,” he told you, straightening up.

he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardened cock. hiking your leg up, he teased the tip along your slit before sliding it into your pussy slowly and teasingly. ranpo sighed out in pleasure when he finally thrusted into you.

he wanted to keep teasing you, but your pussy was so tight and kept luring him in for more that he couldn’t stop thrusting into your tight, wet hole. “ahh! baby you feel so good,” he moaned shamelessly, not caring one bit if you got caught.

“ranpo, ‘m close,” you breathed, wrapping your arms around him. your boyfriend pounded into you faster, hips stuttering as his cock twitched inside you. one hand grabbing your breast and the other entangling itself in your hair, he began squeezing and toying with your nipples as he gripped your hair tightly.

“you look so perfect like this. all mine, mine for me to love and corrupt,” he confessed, thrusting deep as he shot his cum into you. he moaned extra loud, enough for anyone outside to hear.

you weren’t too quiet either, moaning in euphoric bliss as you came. catching both your breaths, you leaned against each others shoulders, you clutching into ranpo’s suit jacket.

exiting the bathroom, you were meant with your uncle and aunt who practically raised you. your hair was messed up, your lipstick was smeared, and hickies adorned your neck. ranpo, on the other hand, had messy hair under his cap and lipstick stains on his lips.

your aunt and uncle stayed silent as they took in your post-sex states. “i hope you two stayed safe,” your aunt mentioned. “of course,” you said, staring at your lover with a forced smile.

𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀

going to the nightclub with your boyfriend was supposed to be a fun outing. that is until, the bartender started giving him free drinks but not you. in fact, she’d give you a nasty side eye when you clearly flirted with your boyfriend.

chuuya saw through your calm façade, but wanted to tease you a bit. he didn’t entertain the woman’s flirting, but didn’t do anything to stop it. all the times you flirted with dazai when he was still in the port mafia to make chuuya jealous made this the perfect opportunity to exact revenge.

eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore, grabbing chuuya by the arm and dragging him away from the woman. the woman was stunned but chuuya didn’t spare a second glance at her, now focused on you and only your riled up self. he could only imagine what you had in store for him.

taking him to the nearest bathroom, you didn’t even bother locking the door or heading to a stall. you had him sit on the sink table and undo his pants. he hurriedly pulled down his pants and boxers and you brought his entire cock in your mouth.

he whimpered and squirmed, pleading and whispering for more. your mouth was so warm and tight, he couldn’t wait to be buried in your equally warm and tight pussy, maybe even more warm and tight. but for now, he’ll enjoy this blowjob from you—his lover, his only lover.

“ahh! y/n.. fuck!” he groaned loudly, not being able to contain his moans with how good you were taking him in your mouth. licking a stripe along his length, you quickly filled your mouth with his entire cock, earning a loud whimper from the redhead.

“just like that, don’t stop love,” he groaned, trying to stabilize himself as his hands tussled through your hair. tears brimmed your eyes and threatened to spill when you continued deepthroating him.

“shh, it’s okay baby, you’re doin great,” he cooed, wiping the dripping tears onto your cheeks. “i’m almost there—fuck!” he whined, thrusting into your mouth. he continued fucking your mouth as he felt the familiar knot in his stomach release.

spurts of cum shot down your throat. you swallowed every last bit, earning a “good girl” from chuuya, who wiped some cum from the side of your mouth.

“let’s get home, babe, i wanna show you that you belong to me too.”

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[yandere-romanticaa]

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

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

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

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

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

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[violentdelights-violentendss]

How about BSD men when you're sick with a cold? (Totally not cause i have one rn lmaoo) I love your work btw <3

Thank you sm! And ofc! Hope you like this!!! (same, I was sick this whole week 😞😞 hope you get better soon)

(This is part 1. Part 2 with the rest of the members will come shortly!!!! I decided to slip it so at least one half of it was out…I think I might start doing this in the future to be able to post more frequently! Btw, I have seen all your requests and currently working on them!!!! Please keep requesting! I love every single one of them!)

BSD Men When Reader Is Sick With a Cold (P.1)

In this post: 🌹 Doppo Kunikida, Atsushi Nakajima, Yukichi Fukuzawa, Edogawa Rampo, 🌹

Pairing: Fem!reader/BSDMen

Synopsis; How would the BSD Men act when you have a cold.

Yukichi Fukuzawa

Fukuzawa, being the president of the Armed Detective Agency is a responsible person. The minute he notices you’re feeling sick, he takes care of you so well, he almost rivals Yosano. He makes sure that you take all your medications, constantly checking your temperature, and will not make you lift a single finger. You are his sick princess; you stay in bed and do absolutely nothing. If you ask for anything, he would rush to get it for you. With Fukuzawa’s love and great, responsible care, you overcame your cold very quickly.

“Where is (Y/N)?” His voice cut through the thick fog in your mind, sounding distant and echoing loudly. You winced, peeking open your eyes. Reality felt dreamlike; you saw Fukuzawa walk towards you, the view of your boyfriend slanted, as you were lying on the surface of the table in the conference room. You had hoped to refresh the burning hellfire that crackled in your mind, but with no avail.

“My dear,” Fukuzawa sighed, sitting down next to you. “You should go home.” He chided, pressing a large hand to your forehead. Your elevated temperature made his usually calm face grow worried. “You’re burning…you’re going home.”

You tried to protest, feebly gripping his arm to hold him back, but the worried glance Fukuzawa threw at you, seeing you pale, burning, nothing could convince him to make you stay at work.

You closed your eyes, your illness draining you far too much to remain awake. Every sound echoed in your ears, hurting your already weakened head.

When you blinked your eyes open, you found yourself in your apartment, and only vaguely remembered Atsushi bringing you home. Fukuzawa would have done so himself if he didn’t have a crucial meeting with a politician he could not avoid.

You dragged yourself to bed, too tired to change, only falling in your futon. Morpheus immediately pulled you under, dragging you to the depths of a dreamless sleep.

You opened your eyes suddenly, feeling a presence next to you even through your agitate sleep. Your eyes had to concentrate more than usual to focus on reality, ironing what was blurry, before you noticed the presence was Fukuzawa.

“Shh…I’m here, my love,” he whispered in your ear, adjusting the covers around you to make sure you weren’t exposed to any cold air. You immediately calmed down, snuggling against his chest. “Take this before you sleep,” Fukuzawa whispered, slipping two pills inside your mouth. You swallowed, knowing they were probably medication to reduce your fever.

You conked out right after, vaguely remembering finding it difficult to fall into deep sleep. You only found peace when Fukuzawa wrapped you in his arms, caressing your head.

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed. You sat up, pressing a hand to your forehead. You sighed in relief when you realized your temperature had gone down, but you still felt under the weather, your eyes burning, and your throat itchy. You glanced at Fukuzawa’s empty spot, wondering where he could have gone.

Almost sensing your thoughts, your boyfriend walked inside your room, carrying a mug of delicious warm milk with honey. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He cooed, seeing you sniffle sadly, clearly not happy you were sick. “I made this for you.” He handed the mug to you, making sure you didn’t burn yourself holding it.

“Yukichi, I don’t like being sick.” You whined, leaning against his side when he sat down next to you.

“I know, darling, but you have to rest to get better. And not stoically push through it like you were doing yesterday.” He chided softly, urging you to drink milk. You pouted, knowing he was right.

You couldn’t help but feel sadness crawl on your face, when you realized you wouldn’t be able to spend your few days off having fun with your partner, who you already saw too little of.

Fukuzawa realized, and to try and bring back the sparkle of happiness on your face, even amid a sore threat and runny nose, he leaned down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Would you wish to watch a movie?”

As he had hoped, a smile brightened your face, and you almost jumped up in joy, Fukuzawa’s hand blocking you from doing so, afraid you would topple over sick. “Can we watch a romcom?”

“Whatever you desire, my love.”

The two of you cuddled in bed, using your laptop to watch your favorite romcom. You could have not been happier, snuggling underneath the covers with your perfect boyfriend, and Fukuzawa also enjoyed spending some time with you, peppering a series of kisses on your face every time the characters kissed on scene.

Edogawa Ranpo

Ranpo is…interesting when you are sick. It’s one of the few times he shuts down, and does not know what to do, or how to react. For once, the genius detective feels lost. When he realizes you’re sick, his first reaction is disgust, and worry that you could infect him, and then he freezes when he realizes you, his beloved (Y/N), is sick. Panic infects his body, and he just..crashes. It takes a few seconds for his heart to calm down, and to regain the composure on his face. All of his panic runs behind his face, only visible through his emerald green eyes to whomever knows him very well. The moment he has calmed down, he takes control, even if the fear of messing up and making you even sicker haunts his mind. Ranpo cures you slightly chaotically, forgetting to give you medicine and then remembering late at night, but he tries his best, and succeeds in making you feel better, inevitably being exhausted by the time you are no longer sick. Now it’s your turn to take care of him.

“Where is (Y/N)?” Ranpo asked, sulking at his deck, his lips wrapped around a vanilla lollipop as his green eyes scanned the office, noticing your absence.

“She took a day off.” Kunikida replied, not lifting his gaze from his computer.

“She didn’t tell you?” Dazai asked as he spun around in his chair, accidentally kicking Kunikida’s leg and then rolling away when his partner got mad.

Ranpo shook his head, sucking on his lollipop pensively. “Nope…I wonder why,” he thought aloud. You were his girlfriend, and always told him everything. He didn’t know why you didn’t tell him today that you wouldn’t be going. He knew you knew he preferred when you were in the office, brightening his day by just caressing his hand when you walked by, busy working.

When you were not there, Ranpo usually took the day off with you, doing whatever you had needed to be doing. For a second, Ranpo’s rapid mind jumped to the unrealistic thought that you might be cheating on him, but he quickly threw the idea away, not even considering it.

But the lack of knowledge irked Ranpo, and he didn’t feel like rummaging through his pocket to find his glasses to use Ultra Deduction. Instead, Ranpo tapped on his phone for a few minutes, calling your number.

The wait felt excruciatingly long, and he only focused onto the rhythmic beeping, completely ignoring Kunikida choking Dazai.

“Hello?” You answered, your voice strangely nasally and lower than usual.

“(Y/N)!” Ranpo called sadly, pouting. “Why did you not tell me you were taking a day off? I could come over and cuddle in bed with you,” he whined, throwing the finished lollipop in the bin.

You sighed: you had hoped you could escape telling your adorable boyfriend that you were sick. He always panicked, and exhausted himself while he took care of you, and you didn’t feel like draining his energies for a menial cold. But of course, nothing ever went the way you had intended it to, still feeling a little smugness lift your lips into a smile: Ranpo had noticed your absence almost immediately.

“I’m sick,” you explained. Almost to provide you with ironclad evidence, your throat started itching uncomfortable, and you coughed for a few seconds.

When your words registered in Ranpo’s head, he froze. His eyes went unfocused, and his phone almost slid out of his grasp. An avalanche of thoughts flooded his mind, the most common theme, fear and worry. Extreme fear for you, and worry because he didn’t know how to care for you; both feelings battled in his chest, a conflicting tsunami that only rendered his green eyes duller.

“Ranpo?” You asked, your voice rough after your coughing fit, but the silence on the other end of the line scared you more.

“I’m coming over.” Was the curt reply you got.

“Wait, what? Ranpo, no you’ll get sick — and he hung up.” You sighed, placing the phone back next to you, and waiting for Ranpo to barge in through your door.

It took a good thirty minutes, but your prediction came true. Opening with his copy of the key, Ranpo flew in, his arms decorated by various bags filled with medicines. “I’m here!” He gasped, his chest heaving.

“Ranpo, did you run?!” You croaked, trying to get out of bed and hold Rampo before he inevitably collapsed.

“No, of course not.” He replied, blatantly lying. He gently pushed you back down on the bed, climbing in after you. He emptied out all bags in the center of the bed, and you widened your eyes in shock at the medium sized pile that formed on your duvet.

“Oh my god…that’s enough medicine for a lifetime,” you whispered. You did, however, feel very loved, as you watched Ranpo rummage through the pile, trying to find a specific packet. This man, who hated exercise, had run around multiple pharmacies to try and find one that would make you feel better. Your heart melted into your chest, almost making your tired eyes teary. You gently clasped his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

Ranpo barely noticed, digging frantically. “Here it is!” He exclaimed victoriously shoving a small, blue box into your hands. “This is the best one for sore throats, apparently.” He said, a proud smile loitering on his face.

You opened it, downing the pills with some water. “Thank you, Ranpo,”

“Am I the best boyfriend or what?”

“You certainly are.”

Ranpo’s smile grew, and his cheeks darkened by a few shades: receiving praise from you was on the same level as receiving praise from the president from him. “Now, they said sleep helps as well, so we should sleep.” Ranpo declared, hurriedly placing all the medications on your bed side table, before dragging himself underneath the covers, and snuggling against you.

You laid your head on his chest, already feeling your throat become less irritated, letting you exhale peacefully. Ranpo fell asleep before you, his rhythmic breathing becoming your lullaby. As felt your eyes go droopy, and your mind quiet down, resembling a calm mountain spring, you could not help but think that you truly had gotten the best boyfriend in the world.

That claim was instantly withdrawn when you were shaken awake at 3 in the morning by a sleep-drunk Ranpo, who suddenly remembered you had to take another medicine in while talking that one. You sighed, but after all, it meant Ranpo truly loved you, and that was more than enough for you.

Doppo Kunikida

Kunikida is a man of rules, and ideals, and he tries to follow his life bound by his self-imposed rules. He has a specific page on his notebook dedicated to the procedure to follow when he, or you, go down with a cold. But his ideals, and rules get thrown down the drain when you actually have a cold. Like Ranpo, Kunikida freezes, but not because he does not know what to do, but because he wants to do everything in his power to make you feel better. Seeing you sick, and coughing makes his heart ache, and is what pushes him out of his brief moment of panic. Kunikida writes down your symptoms in his notebook, and goes out on a hunt to find the best medication. He will then take care of you lovingly, but also strictly, not letting you get out of bed, or miss some medications because you say you feel better. A small part of him will also be blaming himself for allowing you to get sick, even if he can’t protect you from everything. Kunikida will, however, always remain by your side, not caring of the perpetual danger of falling ill as well: he can’t leave you alone when you’re sick. You’ll be wrapped in his arms at all times, and that is one of the best aspects of being taken care of by Kunikida.

Kunikida was typing on his computer, filling a report that, initially, had been Dazai’s. He noticed movement from the corner of his eyes, noticing you slumping in the chair next to his.

“Kunikida,” you called, gently tapping on his desk to get his attention.

“Yes, darling?” He asked, still typing on his computer.

“Do I feel a little warm to you?”

Kunikida looked up from his computer immediately after hearing your words. He instantly stood up, walking towards you. Your health always took priority on his work.

You did look paler, and more tired, Kunikida thought, as he pressed his hands on your forehead. “You’re a little warm,” he sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Unfortunately, I cannot go home with you right now.” Kunikida said, hurriedly looking through his notebook, snapping it closed in anger.

You waved your hand. “Don’t worry, Kuni, I’ll just go home by myself.” You tried standing up, but Kunikida gently pushed you back down on the chair.

“I can’t let you go home alone. You’ll stay here, and I’ll take care of you while I work.” Kunikida declared, picking you up in his arms.

“Darling, I don’t feel that sick…and taking care of me while you work will just exhaust you more than you already are!” You tried protesting, as your boyfriend gently laid you down on the couch in the Armed Detective Agency office.

“Taking care of you will never exhaust me.” Kunikida grumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. He took his jacket draped on the back of his chair and covered you with it, returning to his desk to continue working.

Throughout the day, Kunikida walked over to your half conscious, half sleeping form on the couch, taking your temperature, and bringing you cups of water to drink. Kunikida also gave you various medicines that he had quickly popped out to buy on his break.

Various times you caught him glancing at you with worry, feeling that he was not doing enough to take care of you. You also saw him intensely research which medication to give you, also going as far as calling Yosano (it was her day off) to ask her what she thought would be the best course of action.

Lying on the couch, slipping in out of sleep, you felt enveloped by the warmth of your boyfriend’s love, who took care of you efficiently even while he was working.

You slowly woke a few hours later, noticing that the bright sunlight had been replaced by the lukewarm colors of the sunset, and the agency was empty, only Kunikida remaining, sitting at his desk. His hair shone like golden strands in the light, and his grey eyes resembled pieces of melted starlight.

You pushed yourself up, noticing your fever had gone. Your throat was still itchy, and your nose still clogged, but you felt better, overall. You slipped Kunikida’s jacket on, walking quietly towards him. You leaned over his shoulder, caressing his cheek, your two shadows intertwined on the floor.

Kunikida turned to glance at you, surprised. “Do you feel better, sweetheart?” He asked, turning to face you, immediately pressing his hand to your forehead to check your temperature.

You leaned into his touch, nodding happily. “All thanks to you, my perfect doctor,” you cooed, sliding down in his lap. Kunikida turned a fiery red, looking away.

“(Y/N), this is highly inappropriate!” He squeaked, although his hands tentatively went to wrap around your waist.

“Oh, come on: no one else is here. It’s not like we’re fucking in public.” You joked, panicking when you heard Kunikida choke on his spit. You laughed, gently slapping him on his broad back. “Ah, what should I do with you?” You asked, peppering kisses on his jaw.

“Kiss me properly,” Kunikida said quietly, seemingly having abandoned the war cry of propriety.

You laid your head on his shoulder, admiring his sharp features that were only accentuated by the dying sunlight that slid through the large windows. “I can’t, Kuni, I’ll get you sick.”

Kunikida looked at you in silence for a second, also admiring your face, his eyes zoning in on your lips. You saw the internal struggle reflected clearly on his eyes, a dueling waltz between his love for you and his ideals.

“Oh to hell,” he croaked, before diving down to press a passionate kiss to your lips, even going as far as to slide his tongue inside your mouth.

Your eyes widened in shock, but you quickly responded, threading your hands through his hair. Kunikida slowly pulled back after a few minutes, both of you panting for hair and grasping onto each other. Kunikida turned even redder when he noticed a small string of saliva glittering between the two of you. He pressed his forehead against yours: “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Oh! How cute!” Dazai called suddenly, waltzing into the room.

Kunikida never fainted so fast before in his life.

Atsushi Nakajima

Atsushi would know what to do, probably having to take care of his fellow orphans. But he will do everything with an underlining panic he will try to hide for your sake, but that you will inevitably notice because he’s soaking in sweat, even if it’s winter. It’s because he worries so much; anxiety crawls inside his body, and he almost dies on the spot. But once you reassure him that it’s just a common cold, his heart will stop running a marathon and he will calm down. Atsushi takes care of you with love, as well as diligence, sleeping lightly to make sure you’re sleeping well. He’ll make you take warm baths, helping you get out and in, and will cook you whatever you want.

When Atsushi had waltzed into your shared apartment, excited to take you out on a date, his heart had dropped to his stomach when he saw you bundled up in your futon, trembling.

“A-Atsushi!” You called, your voice nasally. You opened your arms, looking like a scarecrow draped in duvets and covers.

“What happened?” Your sweet jinko boyfriend asked, worry evident in his furrowed brows as he knelt next to you, tucking the covers back around your body to make sure no draft would touch your skin.

“Got a cold from my last mission,” you mumbled, sniffling. “Walking around the countryside drenched in cold, mountain water was not a smart idea.”

“You did what?!” Atsushi stared at you, even more worried because you had walked around for god knows how long shivering in the icy air. You smiled sheepishly. Atsushi sighed, exasperated, pressing one of his hands to your forehead, relieved that you seemed to have only a slight fever. But your shivers were worrying his already panic-stricken heart.

“I’ll make you some soup.” He started getting up, but you grabbed his loose tail and tugged back onto the futon.

“No…warm me up! You’re always so warm!” You whined.

“I’ll do that after I make you the soup, okay, love?” Atsushi asked, gently persuading you to let go of his belt.

You pouted, reluctantly letting go. Your face suddenly brightened. “What if you order pizza!”

“No! That’s not what you need right now!” Atsushi called from the kitchen, scolding you gently. You sighed, dropping back into the covers.

Your caring boyfriend soon walked out of the kitchen, holding a steaming bowl in his hands, his eyes fixated on the quivering soup that danced threateningly close to the edge, teasing to suddenly overflow.

Atsushi placed it down in front of, a sigh of relief rushing out of his lips. You giggled, eyeing the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead out of concentration. You reached down to grab the spoon. You blinked, and the spoon was gone, now tightly held in Atushi’s grasp.

“Absolutely not. I’m feeding you.” He said, deciding to ignore your questioningly raised eyebrow. “And I’m not exaggerating.”

You decided to stay quiet, and simply enjoy the care your boyfriend was enveloping you in, relishing in the joy of being loved. You obediently swallowed down the warm and delicious soup, noticing how it smoothed out the irritation in your throat. “It’s delicious, ‘Sushi,” You said, in between spoonfuls.

Atushi’s cheeks turned red, and he grinned shyly, playing around with the remaining soup in the bowl. “I’m a good cook, aren’t I?” You threw your arms around him, nuzzling your nose against his.

“The best cook.” Atsushi beamed back at you, kissing the tip of your nose as he put the bowl down.

Lazily, you trailed your hand down his chest, feeling his solid muscles underneath. An idea suddenly came to you, and a lazy grin spread on your lips. “Baby, I’m cold.” You whined.Your hand, who had momentarily stopped on his stomach, restarted its journey, slowing sliding down to to his crotch.

Atsushi, who had been resting his head against yours, pulled back to look at you, worry evident in his eyes. “You’re cold…— (Y/N), WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He gasped in surprise when he felt your warm hand on his dick, his breath getting stuck in his throat.

“Thanking the cook for the delicious dish!”

“A-Absolutely not! You’re sick! No!” He stammered, his eyes wide and panicked, his hand immediately clasping yours and gently pushing you back down in the bed, tucking the covers around you, restricting your movements: Atsushi knew he couldn’t resist you for long, and needed to prevent your hands to linger on his body before he got a hard-on.

“Atsushi! What the fuck?!”

“You need to rest. Doing what you wanted to do is not resting.” Atsushi stumbled and tripped over his words, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. You huffed, rolling your eyes. Atsushi glanced at you, playing with his fingers. “If you’re better tomorrow then maybe…” He quietly trailed off, defeated by the small pout that lingered on your face. You immediately perked up, smirking at him. “B-but only if you feel better!”

“I’ll sleep right away and get all the rest in the world so I feel better immediately!” You giggled, lying comfortably down in bed.

Atsushi sighed, a small smile on his lips, knowing that his heart truly belonged to you. He quickly slipped underneath the covers, holding you in his arms to suppress the shivers that had suddenly returned. You soon fell asleep, and Atsushi stayed awake a few more minutes, making sure you weren’t uncomfortable, before letting himself be pulled to sleep. But not too deep of a slumber: he had to make sure you, his treasure, his princess slept fine throughout the night. He was ready to sacrifice his sleep for that.

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[oikasugayama]

Okay so yeah Ranpo is probably super lazy in bed but like… imagine him just getting SO worked up that he just goes N U T S and takes total control 🥴

OKAAAAAAAAAAY 🥴

so yeah he likes to be taken care of, likes to be lazy and not do the work, but when you tease him? when you edge him? when you're just not doing the thing he really wants you to do?

he's stronger than he looks. he can also be quite the little shit. he'll grab you, flip you over, pin you down. he'll press himself to your back and rub his dick against your pussy/ass without sticking it in and grumble in your ear that you're not. being. good. his tone is only a little playful and it's sharp. it's...sadistic almost. you can tell he's about to fuck the shit out of you and he's gonna enjoy working you up, using you, and maybe even overstimulating you or making you feel so good that you cry.

for exampleeeee (gender neutral, gonna mention several potential body parts to give more ppl the chance to enjoy)

ranpo's had a hard day. h was pissed off first thing in the morning by someone underestimating and belittling him, the bakery he went to for lunch didn't have what he REALLY wanted, and when he tried to have a calm afternoon he was scolded, bothered, and Karl ate some of his emergency sweets when Poe came to drop off his latest novel (which ranpo solved far too quick. booooring.)

and of course he kept you updated throughout the day about how shitty it was. you planned a nice dinner for him, gave him lots of kisses and played with his hair when he got home. eventually he turns to you and says "I need something extra sweet to cheer me up," while gliding his hand up your thigh. there's no issue identifying what he means.

you lead him to the bedroom, you two strip while kissing and nibbling and licking each others skin. you lay in bed and he plays with your boobs/nipples for a while. you get whiny and squirmy and eventually push him over, sit on his hips, and start riding him. he usually loves cowgirl--he loves watching your tits/cock bounce while you work yourself up, and then he loves watching your face scrunch up when you start getting close to cumming.

only today, you're going too slow. you're grinding more than you're bouncing. sure it feels good, but it's not what he wants. he tries to grab your hips and help you bounce, but he's not at a good angle to use his strength to life you, and it only gets you to lift up and sink back down a few times. he could ask you to change but doesn't wanna snap at you or sound like a dick. well. guess he'll just act. he knows you'll like it, sooo....

he huffs, glides one knee up to give him leverage, then in one fell swoop he's flipped you onto your back and is kneeling between your thighs, cock still buried deep inside you. He uses his arms to brace your thighs so they're near your sides--you're not quite folded in half, but he's definitely stretching your muscles out, and you definitely can't break free because he has you in the perfect hold.

and then, once you've gasped and had a second to process what he's done, he starts fucking you. hard. the room is full of obscene slapping sounds as his balls hit your ass and his thighs slap against yours. He grunts and moans, and even though you're obviously used to having sex with him you blush because of how different he sounds. he's usually very nice in bed, praising you and saying sweet things. now he's saying shit like "gonna fuck you so hard you can't fucking walk. gonna take everything out on your pussy/ass until i feel better. gonna use you and you can't fuckin' stop me. when you cum you better scream. i want you to wake the neighbors. i want you to wake the whole fucking neighborhood screaming cause i fuck you so good."

he makes you cum hard and he does it several times. He bruises you up all over, on your neck and chest from hickeys, on your ass and thighs from his grip and the force of his body hitting yours. when you're done you're sweaty, out of breath, overstimulated, there's cum everywhere, and he's dozing beside you with a smile on his face.

(please wake him up to take a shower and change the sheets.)

#ask answered #ranpo x reader #ranpo headcanons #ranpo smut #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs smut #ranpo bsd #rampo x reader #rampo smut #rampo headcanons

[ayvi]

hint: how would the characters behave if they lost their wedding ring

Dazai Osamu

♡Noticing the loss of the ring, Osamu was seriously scared, because if he comes home without the ring, it means that he will be publicly executed.

♡The following to do Dazai, so he asked for it Atsushi help him with the search. However, they did not give any success. Because they ended up on the river, where the brown-haired man decided to dive in the morning.

♤However, the former mafia man is a creative person, so when you come home, you should expect a story about how he was attacked by armed men and he alone tried to fight them off. And at one of these intervals, a ring slipped off his hand. Telling his fable, Osamu looks more than convincing and it's hard not to believe. So he will be able to get away with it.

Chuya Nakahara

♤As soon as Chuya notices the absence of the ring, he will seriously panic and immediately begin to remember where it could have been lost. However, working in the mafia in the office Nakahara hasn't been sitting all day and the ring could be anywhere.

♤Next, the mafia will try to figure out what to do, because what are the chances that you will believe that he has lost the ring, and you are not imagining a mistress in your head or something whiplash.

♤ The choice fell on a large bouquet of flowers and a romantic dinner, where he will announce that he accidentally lost his wedding ring, but the main gift will be new wedding rings for the two of you. And they will cost more than the previous ones.

Atsushi Nakajima

♧At first reaction Nakajima's reaction to the loss of the ring was calm. The only thing the tiger was afraid of was that you might get upset and resent him for his absent-mindedness.

♧But since Atsushi works with Dazai, he quickly intimidated the poor boy with fables that he would return home without a ring, it's like coming to a voluntary execution. And it really scared the esper.

♧However, the tiger does not really know how to lie, and he does not want to lie to you in the eyes. He will say as it is, they say, he accidentally lost the ring and ask for forgiveness. And besides, the ring is just a thing and they can easily be replaced by another. The main thing is that the guy doesn't stop loving you.

Akutagawa Ryunoske

◇The person himself is calm. For him, the loss of the ring does not matter much. Well lost, so what?

◇To search for the ring There will be no Ryunosuke, since he does not sit all day in a dusty office, where you can easily find all the missing things. The ring could have been lost somewhere on the street of the city and on one of the tasks.

◇ He won't lie either. He will tell you how he lost the ring. Well, will you yell at him if anything, well, don't kill him now for this? He'll buy new rings for you and himself. And this incident will be forgotten, except that now Akutagawa will look after the ring more carefully, otherwise he does not want to repeat old mistakes.

Rampo Edogawa

♡I honestly don't know how our great detective managed to lose the ring, but he did it. And honestly his reaction was like, "Where's my engagement ring? Hm...lost it looks like." He's like the 2nd Akutagawa seems to have 9 lives in reserve.

♡ Nevertheless, Rampo is a great detective and in a matter of seconds he will remember where he could have lost his ring.

♡Well, if deduction still does not help, then get ready to hear from Rampo a "slightly" embellished story of how he lost his wedding ring. And of course, the guy promises to buy a new ring the very next day. And in order to brighten up the incident with his absent-mindedness, he will hand you some sweets.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

♤His reaction to the loss of the ring was no. As if he hadn't lost his wedding ring, but a ring from kinder surprise.

♤Well, who comes to the aid of the esper? Of course, Goncharov, who was assigned to find the ring before you noticed its disappearance or buy a new one. Fortunately Dostoevsky has a good memory and he will be able to describe the ring in all details.

♤In general, this person always manages to get away with it, even if Poseidon brings down a wave on him. After all, you never found out that Fyodor lost the ring.

#bsd #hedcanon #bsd atsushi #bsd chuuya #atsushi nakajima #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #atsushi x you #bsd akutagawa #fedor dostoevskij #rampo edogawa #Rampo x reader #akutagawa x reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #dazai x fem reader

[mncxbe]

Omg, How do you think Dazai, Ranpo, and Jouno (if you want you can add some people) react if their S/o is still stuck in the "Crush phase", like subconsciously smiling at them, sometimes forgetting to breathe (is that just me ?), hiding their face, you get the gist :]

Omg this is so sweet I cannot- I made it kinda sappy hihi let's get right into it♡♡♡ also sorry it took so long to post. school is killing me💀

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Me, blushing? Nah...

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐, 𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

cocky bastard (affectionately)

teases you so much about it omg but does find it adorable

"Aww my bella's still flustered around me? Glad I didn't lose my charm"

no bcs if you catch him off guard; like if he sees you look at him with those big doe eyes he will defo get flashbacks of the times you first started going out on dates

he smiles so gently and he's so happy

like don't underestimate the love this man will have for you fr

You were currently sitting at a square table, tucked in the corner of your favourite coffee shop, with your loving boyfriend facing you. He's been listening to you talk about your insufferable colleagues at work for about half an hour.

You knew you were starting to get the facts mixed up in a jumble of incoherent sentences but you couldn't help it; not when Dazai was looking at you with those beautiful, chocolate brown eyes and that smile you loved so much.

And oh, how blissfully aware he was of the effect he had on you. It warmed his heart to see you act so nervous around him, because of him, after all this time...

He never thought the two of you would last. Maybe a couple of weeks or months, yea. But three whole years? And the relationship was still going well? He was the luckiest man of Earth.

"Aww is my pretty girl blushing again?" he cooed as he leaned over the table and pinched your cheek lightly.

"What? No, I'm not..." you whined in protest as you covered your face with one of your hands.

"It's ok bella. I know you'll never resist my charms. Now please go on talking. I love the gossip" he mocked again, but you caught the hint of softness in his voice.

Taking a deep breath in, you resumed your talk, hand subconsciously reaching out across the table for his.

Dazai intertwined his fingers with yours, meeting them mid-way. He listened carefully, sliding his thumb over yours like he did a countless times before- like he'll do until the end of time because he loves you- and he smiled, nodding at your words.

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐

cocky bastard part 2

much like Dazai he loves your reactions; it's a gentle reminder that you still love him the same way you did when you became a couple

also teases you a bit but let's be honest, he's probably stuck in the crush phase too

y'all are so giddy all the time really

Lost in deep thought, Ranpo swirled his tongue around a cherry flavoured lollipop; fingers mindlessly tapping against the cushioned couch in a slow rhythm.

"You see. Those people must've been hiding in the warehouses closest to the city. They needed a fast escape route so picking the ones on the shore would've made no sense."

For the past ten minutes Ranpo's been explaining to you how he captured a group of gun dealers, deducing the location of their hideout from a mere stain he found on one of the men's shoes.

As per usual, you listened patiently to all he had to say. Your boyfriend's stories never ceased to fascinate you; he was simply amazing. As you watched him nonchalantly explaining every step of his deduction, his signature grin stretched on his lips; a rosy tint rose to your cheeks.

"And anyway, that's how we narrowed down the possible options for the warehouses. Since the ones on the eastern side were patrolled more often, only the ones in the western side remained as- Hey, you still listening to me?"

His question snapped you out of your trance and you nodded eagerly.

"Yes babe. Sorry. I was just distracted for a moment"

Ranpo didn't fail to notice the way you averted his gaze from his and how your blush grew deeper when he leaned in, placing a finger under your chin to make you face him again.

"Then look at me when I'm talking, sugar. You know I can't stand it when I don't have all your attention."

"Sure Ranpo, sure. Now go on please" you urged him and he couldn't help but smile.

Your boyfriend indulged you, continuing his story from where he was left but his attention now shifted to you. He was speaking mechanically, focusing on your awed expression and trying his best to conceal his pride and joy. Even after all these years of being a couple, you were still so excited and giddy whenever he told you about a case at work.

He remembered your first date, when he accidently rambled on about some murder that happened in your neighbourhood and you stood these smiling, just like you did now, listening to him talk. That's the day he knew you were the one.

When he finally finished talking you clapped your hands, merrily swaying from side to side.

"That was great love. I'm sure I would've never figured it out. You're amazing"

Ranpo chuckled and placed a quick kiss on your lips, causing you to flush again.

"And you're adorable when you blush like that" he said gently, booping your nose.

𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐

he's so painfully aware of all your reactions

when your breath hitches when you watch him cook dinner for you? he catches that; when your heart beats slightly faster when the two of you cuddle? he doesn't miss that either

doesn't always want to admit it but he loves it

also doesn't tease you too often about it; he simply doesn't point it out because he knows he still reacts the same to you

congrats, you made his heart melt

Your boyfriend was minding his own business, typing away some reports at the kitchen table when you placed a cup of steaming coffee next to him.

"Here you go sir. A double shot espresso with no milk and no soy sauce." you said playfully, causing Jouno's lips to curl into a smile.

"You're hilarious, you know that?" he mocked as he rose the cup to his lips and took a sip.

And then he heard it: the faint thumping of your heart and your sharp exhale.

"Something wrong, love?" he asked cautiously, placing the cup back on its ceramic plate.

"No just..." you began, blushing furiously "You're really handsome when you work. I mean, you look so focused and all."

Your words came out a mindless babble, causing your boyfriend to smirk.

"Who knew you'd still be so giddy after all this time. You watch me work almost every day"

"Well, you're still as handsome as always so..."

He reached out a hand, motioning you to come closer to him and you closed the distance between you. Jouno swiftly pulled you onto his lap, relishing the way your heart skipped a beat when his arm wrapped around your waist. You were brimming with joy, like a kid in a candy store.

And little did you know that so did Jouno. He didn't want to admit it but he still got flustered when he took notice of the effect he had on you. It was a sweet, gentle reminder that, although your love had matured and changed during the two years you've been together, deep down you still adored him the same way you did at first.

Resting his chin on your shoulder, Jouno went back to typing his report.

"Just stay with me for a while, will you? Tell me if I make any mistakes while writing" he asked in a hushed voice and you nodded in response, adjusting your position on his lap.

'Perfect...' he thought to himself as he placed a kiss on your shoulder. 'This was perfect'

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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Two detectives in your bed

Self-Aware! Edogawa Ranpo x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu

Description: You wanted to take a nap. But, there are two detectives in your bed. And all of your blankets and pillows are gone.

Fluff. Silly short fic.

Sequel to Delayed package

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

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You just wanted to take a nap.

You just wanted to lay down on your bed, cover yourself with the blanket, put your head on a pillow and have a nice nap. Because you deserved this nap. You are working hard in the university. And you are helping with the house chores. You deserved to have a small rest.

The plan was simple. Go into your room - Lay down on the bed - Cover yourself with the blanket - Lay your head on a pillow - Sleep.

Pretty simple plan, right?

Well, wrong! You were wrong!

You shake your head, hoping, that you were just too tired and started seeing things. It must be a mistake and your room should be empty.

You opened your eyes and stare on your bed.

They were still there.

Dazai Osamu and Ranpo Edogawa were laying in your bed. Ranpo was lying across the bed, while Dazai was laying on his side, looking at you with a sly grin.

It's not like you were against their company. Or against anyone's company. It wasn't even the problem, that they were in your room. Or in your bed.

You knew that some of BSD Cast find your room shooting. They love spending time here. They like staying here. And you allowed them to go into your room, while you weren't there.

A few times you returned to your room, finding Lucy reading a book here, or Kunikida, taking notes in his notebook, or Tetchou taking a nap in your bed.

Of course, they have some restrictions. They weren't allowed to search through the drawers, and they must ask if they want to take something from your room to theirs, be it a textbook or a laptop. And, as long as these rules are followed, there were no problems.

So, you weren't angry, that Ranpo and Dazai got into your room when you weren't here. You were angry, that your blanket and pillow were gone.

And, if Ranpo's and Dazai's sly smirks imply something, that they were the reason, they are gone.

You frowned and looked at two 'intruders'.

"What are you two doing in my bed?"

Ranpo rolls on his side and turn his head in your detection. He smirked.

"Oh, you know, just hanging around. Waiting for you."

You rolled your eyes. There is no Purple Sigh on your door, so these two aren't in distress. And it doesn't explain the missing blanket and pillow.

"Why? And where are my blanket and pillow?"

Ranpo's smirk became bigger.

"Somewhere. I wonder where... Do you know where they are, Dazai?"

Dazai chuckled and looked at your direction. He looked as sly as Ranpo.

"Have no idea, Ranpo."

Ranpo hummed.

"Oh, I remember! Kids were building a pillow fort? I recall they were asking for a permission to took blankets and pillows."

You rub your temples. You recall, how Sakura asked your permission to take some blankets and pillows for the pillow fort. Okay, you can do this. It's not like kids took all your blankets and pillows.

You start searching through your shelves, trying to find a blanket and a pillow. You must have a few more somewhere there.

During your search, you felt Ranpo's and Dazai's gazes on you.

Ranpo yawned and looked at Dazai.

"Dazai, have you heard about what happened yesterday? You see, Fyodor and Nikolai were visiting [Y/N]'s old house, trying to retrieve something..."

You let out a nervous whine and feel, like you were burning up. Your cheeks and ears were on fire. You try to focus on anything else, not paying attention to Ranpo.

"... And when they got back home..."

Where are the blankets and pillows?

"... We didn't see [Y/N], Fyodor and Nikolai for the rest of the day and night..."

Maybe they are in this wardrobe?

"... And [Y/N] appeared only at the morning..."

Why you can't find blankets and pillows?!

"... Do you think you can explain, what happened, [Y/N]?"

You turned back and looked at two detectives on your bed. Dazai and Ranpo both looked like two cats, that ate all sour cream in the house. Your face still felt like it was on fire.

You breathe in and out.

"Where... Where are the rest..."

Ranpo grinned and finally opened his eyes.

"Kids wanted to make a huge pillow fort. They took all blankets in the house."

What? Were kids trying to make a fort that is big enough to live in? The idea of going to them and took one pillow and blanket was rejected immediately. It's still daytime, let the kids play.

But, you want to be nice and cozy while taking a nap.

Two detectives noticed your face expression. Dazai dramatically raise both of his hands up.

"Oh, My Dear Iris Flower, don't worry, you won't be cold or uncomfortable! I will be your blanket and Ranpo..."

What? A blanket?

Ranpo waves his hand.

"And I will be your pillow"

You will repeat. What? A pillow?

You blinked owlishly. Dazai open his arms, inviting you to hug him.

"Don't be shy, [Y/N]! Come here and hug me. Look, that I am soft and warm. A perfect blanket."

Ranpo lift his shirt up, showing his stomach.

"And my belly is soft. Softer, than any pillow you will ever have."

Ranpo opened his eyes slightly.

"And, both Dazai and I are much more good-looking than any... print on a pillow case you could find."

YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT BSD CAST WERE SELF-AWARE, WHEN YOU ORDER TWO DAKIMAKURAS WITH FYODOR AND NIKOLAI ALMOST A YEAR AGO!

AND, IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT, THAT PACKAGE GOT DELAYED, AND, WHEN IT FINALLY ARRIVED, YOU NOT ONLY FORGET WHAT SHOULD BE INSIDE, BUT ASKED FYODOR AND NIKOLAI TO GET IT FROM YOUR PREVIOUS NEIGHBORS!

AND, YOU DIDN'T KNOW, THAT YOU WERE SHOP'S 5000 CLIENT AND, AS A PRESENT, YOU GET PILLOW CASES FOR DAKIMAKURAS WITH DIFFERENT BSD CHARACTERS!

You feel a chill running down your spine. Yesterday, you spent half of the day and all night, cuddling Fyodor and Nikolai. Well, to be more specific, you were wrapped into a blanket and stuck between Fyodor and Nikolai, that wanted to show you, that they are better than any pillow. And prettier. And clingier. It was the best cuddles you ever had. Almost. All their teasing were unbearable!

You don't want to know, how Ranpo and Dazai learn about the pillows and pillow cases. Either, because they are Dazai and Ranpo. Or because Fyodor and Nikolai told them. It doesn't matter right now.

...

You probably could take a nap in the living room. On the couch. With no pillows and blankets.

Or, you can give up and have a nap with Ranpo and Dazai. And, once again, cuddled for the rest of the day.

Ranpo, whose eyes were still opened, laughed.

"There are no free blankets or pillows in the house. Your nap on the couch will be cold. Besides," Ranpo had a tight grin on his face. "Is it really that bad to sleep with us?"

You massage your temples. It wasn't bad, just... They will never let you live the dakimakuras incident down, right?

Dazai give you the best puppy dog eyes he can.

"Are you tired, Dear [Y/N]?" Dazai cooed, opening his arms for a hug again. "Take a nap. You will feel better!"

You give up and plopped down on your bed, rolled to Dazai and put your head on Ranpo's stomach.

He was soft and warm. You still can't believe, that BSD Gang were real, breathing, living people.

Dazai nested on top of you, pinning your hands between his chest and yours. Dazai's face pressed against the crook of your neck.

Ranpo's fingers started running through your hair.

"Aren't we better, than any pillow or blanket you will ever have? Or any pillow case?"

You let out a tiny groan.

"I already explained it, that I forgot about the package! It took almost a year to be delivered!"

Ranpo chuckled and Dazai rub his nose against your throat.

"Dear Iris Flower, don't be embarrassed. You gift us a great opportunity to cuddle with you more!"

You rolled your eyes.

"Yea, it's not like we don't snuggle almost every day"

Ranpo and Dazai laugh a little. Dazai kissed the tip of your nose.

"Well, I still want more cuddles!"

Ranpo poked your cheek.

"So am I."

You mumble something, but close your eyes and doze off. Dazai and Ranpo were great as a blanket and pillow.

Right before falling in Dream Kingdom, you heard Ranpo's voice.

"Sleep tight, [Y/N]. Have a good dreams."

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[dreamkidddream]

Hi!! Can I please ask for 👀 (forced proximity) + 🍯 (friends to lovers) + 🙅‍♀️ (stopping a lover from sacrificing themselves) + Ranpo Edogawa??

It’s been a while since I wrote for Ranpo my beloved detective 🥹 so apologies if this is very OOC. reader is gender neutral!

Build a blurb ask game!

“Damn it!”

Ranpo slammed his hands against the door, the bolts rattling against his force.

You were stuck in an escape room like trap- the flickering lights above you acted as a distraction while the ticking reminded you of your impending fate.

But you weren’t ready to accept death, and neither was Ranpo.

The smartest detective could solve any case- nothing was impossible for him- you have faith in him to never doubt that. You always will.

Which is why you’re trying to calm your nerves and find any solution out of this mess.

This was worse than Poe’s murder mystery- this was no work of his fiction. It was like an escape room, only failure in escaping would end in death- and the gang of criminals that had you trapped made that message clear with the ticketing bomb just minutes away from detonation.

Ranpo already refused to listen to his words- already trying to find a way out. But as time passed, it was starting to look hopeless-

You shook your head, trying to shake off those thoughts. It’s good to be realistic, but to give up so easily with Ranpo by your side? No way.

“There has to be another way-“

“Of course there is- there always is.” Ranpo adjusted his glasses, the scowl on his face growing deeper. You can see how tense he’s getting with each passing minute, and glancing at the clock, you don’t have much time left.

There had to be something that you could do- anything. You and Ranpo faced worse together, and you refuse to let anything happen to him here. But all of your options were slim, unless-

There is a way to get him out of here.

There’s a chance that you can disarm the bomb or at least buy him some time out of here. Ranpo discovered that tampering with the wires lead to the way out, but doing so caused the countdown to go faster, almost detonating instantaneous. It was the reason you were so short on time to begin with.

The distance from the bomb to the door wasn’t as close, and there were no objects in the room to prop it open with.

Ranpo could escape if he stayed close to the door, but could you?

It was a risk but…it was a risk you were willing to take.

And you didn’t have much time to think as the timer reached 30 seconds.

The agency couldn’t afford to lose Ranpo.

You couldn’t afford to lose Ranpo.

Your feet moved on its own, mind made up.

“I’m sorry Ranpo.”

“(Y/N)- What are you doing?!”

You pushed Ranpo towards the door and sprinted towards the bomb, ripping open the top and shoving your trembling fingers into the tangled wires.

Ranpo’s jade eyes shot open, sweat running down his face as he rushed to you. Time slowed down- you see his lips moving, but his words were drowned out by your heart drumming and the quickening beeping in your ears.

You thought of your life- you thought of your childhood, meeting everyone at the agency for the first time, recalling the exact moment that you fell in love with Ranpo and all the time spent together. It all went by in a flash, and you curled tighter around the bomb, a shaky smile on your face. If he was too stubborn to leave, you would shield the blast with your body as best as you could.

You had regrets, and the biggest one you faced was never confessing your love. But you were still eternally grateful for getting the chance to love him anyway.

You couldn’t save yourself, but at least you could save hi-

You felt your body being jerked back and your view turned blurry, the breath knocked out of you as you were tackled to the ground. A massive blast of heat passed over you, and your ears rung in distress.

Your teary eyes met with Ranpo’s widened gaze, and you couldn’t make out what he was saying as spots of black started to cloud your vision, finally overtaking it as you blacked out.

—

You saw nothing but white when you woke up- and you honestly thought that you were dead.

Until you saw Ranpo in the chair, arms folded with an unusual somber expression on his face. You must be back at the agency in Yosano’s office- meaning you actually survived. But how? The last thing you remember is covering the bomb and accepting your fate, so how-

“So you’re finally awake.”

You couldn’t rack your brain anymore as Ranpo’s words cut into the air. You tried to sit up but you felt so exhausted that you could barely lift yourself up.

“Yosano said to take it easy, so just relax- that explosion took a lot of you.”

“Ranpo, I-“

“You idiot.”

You finally lifted your eyes to meet his, feeling nothing but fury from his glare.

“What were you thinking?! To try and sacrifice yourself like that? How stupid do you have to be?!”

You never heard Ranpo so angry before, and his words were cutting you deep.

“What? You didn’t trust me to save you?”

“Ranpo no- of course I trust you-“

“So why did you try to leave me?!”

His words echoed off the walls and you were left speechless as he shot out of his chair.

“You thought that dying was the only answer? And that you did it to save me?” He scoffed. “What? Is it because I don’t have an ability like the others that you think I’m weak?”

“Ranpo I don’t think you’re weak, I just- I just wanted to save you!”

“When I already found a way to save you!”

Ranpo was panting as you finally forced yourself to sit up. Save you?

“Did you honestly think I was going to let you die? That your death was the only option? Did you really think I would accept that?”

You felt guilt well up inside of you. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him- you only wanted to protect him. If it ever came down that either you or Ranpo would perish, you would throw your life down without a second thought. You never want to face that situation (again), but it’s the truth.

“Ranpo, I-“ you took a deep breath to steady your nerves. “I don’t want to lose you, and I’ll do everything in my power to make sure of that. I don’t doubt you, I never did- I just-“

“And you don’t think it’s the same for me?”

Your heart was about to beat out of your chest as Ranpo continued, in full disbelief at his words. Is he-

“You always push me to do my best no matter what, and you’re one of the only people that saw me as an equal instead of this powerless person. You’ve become someone…really important to me (Y/N), and you expect me to let you go like that?” He let out a dry chuckle. “Sounds like you’re dumber than I thought if you didn’t catch on yet.”

Your mouth was agape as Ranpo gave you a genuine smile, and reached for your hand and leaned towards you,

“You can’t expect the great detective to lose someone as irreplaceable as you.”

“Ranpo…” You tried to stop your eyes from watering at his words.

“Buuuut it’s obvious that I need to keep a closer eye on you since you’re so reckless.“

Annnd the Ranpo you knew was back.

He clicked his teeth. “Making me have to do more work outside of these boring missions.”

He opened one of his eyes as he leaned back in his chair nonchalantly. “But it’s nothing that a great detective like myself can’t handle. Someone has to watch over you dummies anyway.” His words held no real bite as he gave your hand a light squeeze.

A tired smile graced your face, tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. “Right.”

“But I expect full compensation in snacks and more, and no back talk either!”

As Ranpo continued to list off his demands (including spending more time with him- which is that even possible at this point considering how much you two are already together?), you laid back on the bed, both tired from the day and giddy for the future of this more defined partnership.

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[ma3mae]

"I feel like sleeping on the couch tonight"

Summary: Pranking your hubby/bf by telling them that ^ and how they'd react (fukuzawa, ranpo, tecchou)

Genre: kinda cracky, def some fluff and more tooth rotting fluff 💀🛐

Warnings: tecchou whipped for ur cute ass, me barking for fukuzawa, ranpo being a child.

A/N: saw it from a reel on insta and immediately HAD to use that inspo, okurr 😤✋originally wanted to add fyodor but ill prob do it in a part 2 thingy

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Ok so first off hes a major workaholic so you prob often fall asleep on the couch during some movie watching while waiting for him at home

always feels apologetic and even guilty bc not only as his lover but as a person, you should be sleeping in the comforts of your bed

will always carry you to bed bc he wouldnt want to wake you up as well. You already did enough by trying to stay up for him

So you can see how surprised he is when he finally arrives at home at reasonable hours and you lying wide awake on the couch

And you suddenly blurt that shit out?? HES ALSO PROB TIRED AF ILL MASSAGE U, ZADDY WOOF

takes a seat next to you and immediately asks if theres a reason for that

wont jump to conclusions but will still be a bit taken back and worried that it might be his fault...

"Nah, i just feel like it today." "Oh okay, well if you say so" SOBBING FR

He values honesty above all else and wouldnt doubt that you'd be pranking or lying to him tbh and overall your comfort is one of his main priorities

So he'll let it go but still be saddened that you dont wanna sleep in your shared bed :((

A sudden idea pops up in his head bc at some point even he wants to still be in his lover's arms especially after work

Its already sad enough that yall cant do it whenever u want to D: HUG HIM FFS

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"Then I shall join you on the couch if you're alright with it?" Before you can even say anything, he takes a seat right next to you. You shuffled your feet away from him to give him some space, focusing your gaze onto the TV. You knew if you'd look at him, you'd immediately stop the prank. His gaze alone would make anyone confess their biggest secrets and well, you didn't want to spoil the fun yet.

Yet it only needed a clearing of his throat to turn your attention towards him and oh no...

You couldn't do it. How would you? When he was looking at you like you just kicked a ton of cats infront of him.

"Y/N."

NO! DON'T SAY ANYTHING

"I'm sorry if I have been neglecting you lately. If there's anything I can d-"

"It's prank.."

You sat up as you took his hands into yours.

"I didn't mean to make you feel like you've been neglecting me... I just saw it online and thought it was a funny prank."

Blinking his eyes in confusion, his gaze softened at your words.

He pulls his hands back before wrapping them around you, gently pressing your bodies closer as you felt his lips on your head.

"Even if it's just a prank, I have still been neglecting my duties as your husband lately and apologize greatly for that."

Slightly pulling back, you feel his rough hand cupping your cheek.

Eyes full of love looking into your glassy ones as he lets his thumb stroke a stray tear away.

"I apologize deeply for making you feel in such a way that you had to" prank" me as you called it. You must have felt lonely these days but don't worry. I will make sure to return home earlier because I have also been missing you, my love. "

After a loving kiss and an enjoyable evening, he had kept his word for the future days and if something would change, he made sure to notify you immediately.

Yet at the end of the day, he would always return to your beloved home and into your arms for the night.

**********

Yall, dont be surprised in how FAST we confessed

look me in the eyes and say you wouldnt spill everything out when THIS man looks at you like he'd give you the world if he could 🛐🛐

He'd def try his best to keep his promise but sometimes yokohama takes a bit longer to save but dw he'll make time for you bc happy wife happy life

cook him smth, massage him, just be there for him and let him lie on your chest or smth and he'll already feel so blessed

we all wanna pamper him ok, he be raising a whole orphanage so someone gotta pamper him too

I just want me a nice fukuzaddy alright 😩😩😩😩

Edogawa Ranpo

He'll give you the biggest side eye fr 👁️

like?? Hello?? Why sleep on the couch when you can be in bed with the world's greatest detective???

Will fr shame you for that ngl

He obviously knows its a prank but he cant believe you have the AUDACITY to do it to him

You are literally challenging a MAN CHILD, have fun 🤓

For the sake of it, you did the prank after knowing that it was a pretty uneventful day at the agency but oh dont worry

This man WILL gaslight u into thinking it wasnt 💀

*******

"So you want to sleep on the couch, huh?"

There he stood infront of you, arms crossed, the biggest pout he could muster on his face and blocking your sight of the TV as you continued to nonchalantly munch on HIS chips he had hidden under the bed.

"Well, I just feel like it."

""wElL i jUsT fEEl LikE iT", she says. Then I feel like taking MY chips back, thank you very much!"

Before he could snatch them away, you immediately turned your back towards him, clutching the bag tightly in your arms.

"Y/N, YOU'RE BREAKING THE CHIPS?!?!"

"and I'M sleeping on the couch."

Silence fills the room for some seconds before you hear a huff behind you. Hasty steps making their way towards your shared bedroom before the door being shut quite loudly.

Doubt was creaking through your resolve, asking if you were maybe overdoing it.

"Nah, he knows I'm joking....Right?"

An hour passed before he came back, flopping himself down onto your legs and you could just feel how he was pressing down harder on purpose so there'd be no way to leave.

"Ow, Ranpo?! Get off of my legs!!"

Yet his sharp gaze stopped you, not giving you the slightest chance to tell him off.

It made you nervous, how he just sat there with his arms crossed, eyes not leaving yours.

Was he threatening or mocking you??

You weren't sure.

"You know, Y/N..." He slowly began as you felt him press down even harder.

"I really don't appreciate what you're doing right now."

"H-Huh, what do you mean?"

He physically had to hold himself back from laughing at your clueless face because oh...

Oh, you wanted to prank him? Then be ready to get it handed back at you even worse.

"So many people have been hurt today, all these lives the Agency had to save with MY help. You don't know how many eyes I had to witness as they were about to lose their light in them. So many were at Death's door and we managed to help them. Now I'm tired and ready to be welcomed by the comforts of my home and the love of my life pulling me into her arms, telling me how proud she is of me of having LITERALLY saved the city and maybe wanting to lighten that burden on my shoulders I have to carry every day? "

He pressed his index finger on your forehead as he leaned in closer.

"That's not very nice of you, you know. Imagine you'd be the World's Greatest Detective and coming home exhausted but your lover decides to be weird and seemingly not EVEN appreciating my work. Can't relate to that, right?"

You hated him.

You hated him so much for how he exactly knew what to say to get what he wanted.

But that's also what made you fall in love with him at the first place.

"If so many people have been hurt then why didn't I see it o-"

"We have ties, Y/N. Of course they wouldn't broadcast something like that on TV. Do you know what chaos it would cause to this city and possibly the world? "

It only made you frown as he clicked his tounge at you while waving his finger at your words.

"Now, now you know what you should be saying after pulling such a stunt like this. Especially after I have worked so hard today."

Pulling your blanket over your head to break from his intense gaze seemed to do nothing, as he had just simply snatched it out of your hands.

"I'm not gonna apologize to you for that! Just wanted to pull a prank on you and you just have to turn it onto me!"

He merely shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, what did you expect? You should be glad that I didn't give it back to you ten times worse. Just wanted to go home, eat your cooking and maybe cuddle but I might actually not do that at all today."

"Ugh, you're such a buzzkill."

You just sighed at his words and he suddenly found himself in your arms.

He turned towards you with a frown on his face yet his reddened face seemed to lessen the effect of his next words.

"H-Hey! I didn't say that I forgive you for your prank!"

"Well but I forgive you for trying to make me feel bad for it. If you wanted me to cuddle and kiss you then just say so. You knew it was a prank after all."

"But I didn't like it when you said that you'd rather sleep on the couch than on the bed today..."

His voice resonated through your chest as he pressed his face against it, muffled words accompanied with a whiny tone.

"I never said, I would sleep without you though?"

A laugh escaped you as his head shot up, big eyes meeting your amused ones.

Yet he only gave a pout at your words as he went back to your chest, wanting to hide his embarassement from you.

"You're mean but I still love you. You owe me candy for putting me through this, though."

You only let your hand glide through his hair before settling it on his neck, giving light scratches to the spots he liked.

A satisfied sigh escaped him and soon the room was filled with only noises from your TV.

"I'm already sweet enough so that should suffice as" candy", right? And that was your pick up line not mine so I'll stick to what you meant."

"Yeah, yeah. Now let's just cuddle in peace, okay."

A comforting silence grew between the both of you as you later on fell asleep together, a smile etched on each face.

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This was SO long lmao but next time you'll prank him, he'll just dump some water on u bc thats sparing you from him at this point

bRO COULD legit just expose everything of u but he wouldnt bc he loves u too much 💕💕💕😤😤😤

Suehiro Tetchou

bro, thats like the worst prank u could do to him bc... he wouldnt get it first...

the only reaction you'll get is 🙂 him when he greets you > 😐 when u tell him that

hes gonna be fr confused like... why does his partner want to sleep on the couch but... okay?????

Honestly i think he wouldnt protest right out but at the end of the day, even he wants some cuddles after work :(

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Tecchou was excited. No one would really know about it if it wasn't for the light smile adorning his face as he thought about going home.

The only one who'd notice is Jouno but he didn't really care enough to mention anything about it.

He'd merely click his tounge when his annoying ass colleague would take a bit longer to respond to his questions, only saying the words "Just go home if even the smallest things are distracting for you."

Jouno could swear he was about to kick him in his face when he'd hear him turn towards him and only reply with "Y/N is smaller than me but not the smallest thing though."

"JUST LEAVE ALREADY, OH MY GOD!! I can't listen to your rambling about them any longer!"

Only he could nearly make Jouno groan in agony as he turned and began to walk away, not wanting to be near that idiot, knowing he'd just be looking like a lovestruck dumbass to everyone around them.

Tecchou only blinked at his partner's outburst, yet took his word and began to make his way home.

An exasperated sigh left Jouno's lips as he heard his footsteps yet it didn't surprise him at all.

He just couldn't get it around his head how someone could even be into that guy but oh well.

It's not his problem as long as it doesn't disrupt their work.

After all he had to give his thanks to that weirdo's partner for having given him a way to make him comply more easily.

It took him a simple "Just finish already and then you can go home."

"Okay."

Would be his only answer every damn time yet Jouno couldn't help but let out a small smirk when he'd hear the racing pulse of their enemies as if it was a declaration of Death from the Grim Reaper himself in their eyes.

Finally arriving at home, Tecchou would take off his coat and hat, hanging it onto the designated stand for such things.

A soft smile adorned his face as he walked into the living room of your shared apartment, finding you laying comfortably on the couch, the crinkling of stuffing your hand into the pack of spicy potato chips echoing through the room as a cackle escaped your lips.

"Trash TV's surprisingly entertaining if it's done right, HA! "

"Y/N."

A yelp escaped you as you sat up and whipped your head around, only to see your boyfriend standing behind you.

Tecchou was unfazed by your surprise,reaching for your face to wipe the potato crumbs on your lips with his thumb.

"Mmh, chips. The spicy one's are especially tasty with mustard and red pepper." He told you as he licked the crumbs off of his thumb, a smile adorning his face as he sat himself down next to you.

Laying his head onto your lap, the soft fuzzy blanket covering it, making it all the more welcome for him to lay on them.

He had randomly gifted them to you one day, simply because "it reminded him of you".

Fuzzy and warm. That's how he'd always feel when thinking, looking and touching you.

"That sounds like a really weird combo." You replied as you smiled at his words, settling your hand on his head before let your fingers run along his scalp and scratching the right spots, making him sigh as he pressed his face against your stomach, snuggling into it.

"Are you tired, honey? You could go to bed, you know?" You asked him as he closed his eyes, breathing evening out while he wrapped his arms around your waist, enjoying your smell and warmth.

"Just wanna cuddle right now."

"Alright." You replied with, thinking about how you'd tell him the words you've been wanting to say for a while now.

An hour passed before you felt your boyfriend stir a bit, finally turning his head up to you, yet his arms still enclosed around their original spot.

Your legs were cramping at this point but how could you tell that your boyfriend when he just looked so cute like that??

"Had a nice nap?"

"Yeah, it was nice but I'm still tired..."

"You can go to bed if you'd like. Have you eaten anything yet though?"

"I have after the mission. I think I'll go to bed though."

Tetchou stood up and made his way to the bathroom, getting ready for bed.

After 10 minutes, he found himself back on the couch, a slight furrow of his eyebrows as he asked.

"Aren't you going to bed with me?"

Welp, straightforward as always.

"Uhmm no, I feel like sleeping on the couch today. Sorry, honey..."

"Oh. That's okay."

Blinking at his reply, he gave you a peck on the lips before going to your shared bedroom, the shutting of the door being the last sign of him before you were left alone on the couch.

You had forgotten that he wouldn't see any fault in that...

So was it really a prank? You didn't know, feeling a bit guilty yet you stuck to your plan.

Maybe he'd notice something was wrong the next day....

.

.

.

"Y/N."

You felt a hand slightly shaking you, making you stir in your sleep before slowly opening your eyes, recognizing the face of your boyfriend through your blurry sight.

"T-Tetchou??"

There he was kneeling before you so you'd be face to face as you lied on the couch, having fallen asleep after your continious marathon of trash TV.

Blinking to get a clear sight of him, you could see slight eyebags under his eyes.

"I can't sleep without you, Y/N. Come to bed or let's sleep on the couch together."

He suggested as he cupped your cheek with his hand, leaning his forehead against yours.

Hazel eyes bore into yours as the guilt inside of you went haywire.

"I'm so sorry, Tetchou. I should have gone to bed with you."

"But you said you wanted to sleep on the couch which is no problem at all."

You let out a sigh as you sat up, hands fiddling with your blanket, feeling him instantly lay his arms and head onto your lap, his eyes refusing to leave your face.

"Well... It was a prank."

He merely blinked at your words, seemingly processing your words.

"Why would you say that you'd want to sleep on the couch as a prank? Isn't a prank something like hurting someone but making it seem like an accident?"

"Yeah well, I did hurt you."

Your only reply was him furrowing his eyebrows as stood up, only to take a seat next to you.

Letting him pull you onto his lap, he gently cupped your face in his hands.

"But you never did?" His obliviousness was taking a toll onto you.

The guilt was surely consuming you. He was so honest to a fault and that made itself apparent in how he'd perceive anyone else especially you.

He would never think that YOU would ever do something to hurt him.

How could he? You loved him and he loved you.

Why should someone hurt the person they love the most?

"But Tetchou, I-I did. You couldn't sleep because I didn't go to bed with you and I had a hunch you'd probably get up and talk to me about it but I wasn't sure so I... stuck to it."

You couldn't look him in the eyes, yet the sudden lips on your forehead made your gaze shift onto his, confused eyes clashing against slight amused ones.

"That's not hurting me. Don't worry, Y/N. I'm used to pranks even if yours isn't one. Jouno would often do that too."

"Jouno??? Since when does he even do something like pranking??"

"Well he would sometimes just not reply when I talk to him or try to make me trip when I'm about to deal with the enemy. He would sometimes just click his tounge and walk away because it never works on me though. Heh, it's kinda funny if I think about it now. "

Ah.

How would you tell him that it was just Jouno being a dick.

You couldn't help but sweatdrop at his words, the guilt being comepletely wiped away as you thought that it would be better for their... colleagueship to just leave them be.

"That does sound funny... But maybe let's just go to bed. It is late after all."

"Hm, but I haven't forgiven you yet."

Eyes bulging yet narrowing at his words as you saw the corners of his lips rise up, a small but definite smirk decorating his handsome features.

"Hey!! You just said that I didn't even prank you!"

He let out a breathy laugh as you yelped, having lifted you up with ease and making his way to the bedroom.

"Yeah but u got pranked, heh."

You could only let out a "Hmph!" at his words yet not stopping the smile spreading on your face as he laid you down onto the bed, immediately laying down next to you and wrapping his arms around you, your legs entangling with each other as he pressed a soft kiss onto your lips.

"I think Jouno is being a bad influence on you." you teased as he let a hand glide through your hair.

"Hm maybe but I can now understand when he says" give them a taste of their own medicine.""

You merely rolled your eyes at his cheeky statement, pinching his nose before tucking your head under his chin, shuffling closer towards him.

"Let's just sleep already, you tease." were your last words for the night before closing your eyes, the beating of his heart like a lullaby for your ears.

"Good night, Y/N." he said in a quiet voice as he let his lips linger on the crown of your head before closing his eyes as well, the warmth of your body guaranteeing him he'd have the best sleep as always with you in his arms.

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you still dont know what posessed him that night for behaving like that 😩

U even went to Jouno and asked him about it, no eyes boy was just like "? maybe that was a fake LOL" u shouldnt have asked that h*e 🙂🙂🙂 jk we love him

now you'd be wary of "pranking" ur bf, maybe he'd prank u back again but worse.... yet you'd quickly forget about all of that bc he'd shower u with kisses whenever you'd ask him about it

even he can be sneaky but we forgive him bc hes cute ok 🛐

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