#bsd x reader

[sushi-atsushilover]

Atsushi would transform into that half-human half-tiger form of his when he cuddles you so he can spoon you better. He would nuzzle his face against your nape, wrap his tail around you alongside his limbs and purr and chuff like a tiger. You and him would be cozily and sleepily cuddling on a bed with fluffy pillows and blankets as a silver of early morning sunshine enters through the closed curtains.

I will die on this hill.

[leviscvmslutt]

i love akutagawa w all my heart💞🫶

AKUTAGAWA TEXTS ⊹

[tickled-p1nk]

Thinking of smart characters getting frustrated with their s/o because they won't drink water for their hiccups.

"JUST DRINK THE DAMN WATER"

"NO IM GONNA FIGHT THIS LIKE A MAN"

"I AM A MAN I SAY YOU DRINK WATER"

"I DONWANNA"

"IT WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE SO MUCH EASIER"

"IT'LL GO AWAY ON IT'S OWNNNN"

"HERE" *shoves water bottle to your mouth lovingly*

"NOOOOOOO" *gurgled sounds of dismay*

Al Haitham, Veritas Ratio, Kaveh, Kunikida, + your favs

[irlyluvosamu]

✶⋆.˚ i had a dream about this. i am not kidding.

✶⋆.˚ featuring; dazai, chuuya

in which ― reader is self conscious about their body; and freezes whilst making out with their partner.

warnings/before you read: lowercase writing, crappy writing for this being my first piece of actual writing since august 2024, kind of suggestive, prefer 16+ to read

MY LIPS. FT YOURS

── .✦ chuuya nakahara

you took a sip of your tea upon entering the bedroom. you gently shut the door, expecting chuuya to be maybe on your bed, however he wasn't. in fact he wasn't anywhere to be seen.

the bed was nicely made from this morning. the sheets and pillow still reminiscing the smell from the washing machine.

the room was dimly lit, the only lights being the evening street lights of yokohama reflecting through the large window, with crimson colored curtains just a little bit open, to let the summer evening breeze cool up the hot room.

you walked deeper into your bedroom, placing their tea gently down the nightstand, careful not to accidently knock it over the carpets that covered the hard wood floors.

just as you were about to call out your partners name, you felt yourself get pushed softly onto the bed sheets. you let out a quiet squeal as you turn over to your back and see chuuya slowly climb on the bed after you; hunger in his eyes.

you let him sit on your waist, pinning you down gently to the bed as e leans down, face-to-face with your face. "you look gorgeous, baby~" he wasted no time kissing your lips.

soft yet sturdy. nothing to make you uncomfortable. he wouldn't want that, he'd rather spend a whole week stuck on a island with shitty dazai than to ever make you feel uncomfortable in bed.

you kissed him back, your hands cupping his cheeks as you turned your head to the side to kiss him better, to which he chuckled into the kiss― his hands often resting to your hips, then eventually your waist.

just as you two were in the heat of the moment, your felt his hands slowly raise your shirt up from your waist line. you tried to ignore the feeling; your stomach getting shown off.

you felt a sense of calm as gently rubbed your sides up and down, his lips suddenly parting from your own as he started to kiss your jawline down to your neck.

"chuuya-"

"i got you, don't worry~"

you let out a shaky breath when you feel his hands travel more around your body. your mind is flooded with random, stupid, questions.

you felt his fingers touch the spot just above your ribs, your shirt risen up higher then you would like and that's when you break.

he immediately stops everything he's doing, leaning back up just to sit on your waist with little weight to make you feel more open and free then pinned and trapped.

you felt your lip tremble as you spit out apologies. pulling his arms away from your body and quickly taking one hand to push down your shirt.

"sorry― sorry, i― i don't know..." he hushes you, stroking your hair away from your face to have you look up at him properly. "shh, it's okay, baby, got nothing to be sorry for. if you're not ready― "

"it's not that!" he raised an eyebrow in confusion, parting your bangs away from your now teary eyes. it breaks his fucking heart, ya hear?

"what's wrong, hm?" his tone still hushed, wiping your fallen tears with his thumb awaiting your answer.

you told him everything. everything you hated. everything you disliked about your body. how much you wished life would give you a second chance, a second option.

he listened. and oh, did he listen. he always listen to what you have to say; but this? he was staring into your eyes, shut closed; scared to face chuuya with the fear of being humiliated. why? it's just you're body protecting yourself, you assume?

he waits for you to finish, your hands letting go of his own moments before; covering your face as he sat in silence for a few moments.

"hey.." he started of softly, gently taking your wrists and pulling them away from your face. slowly, you followed his speed and his heart broke at your tears. "tch, get those tears out of here.." he spoke, leaning down and placing kiss after kiss on your tear-stained cheeks.

"whoever said those shitty lies about you and your body can kiss my ass. to me, your the most beautiful person i've laid my eyes on. and just me, i've met some really ugly people; you don't come close to them. who cares about what others say, they don't matter!" "you think i’m touching you because i have to? you really think i’d be here, with you, like this, if i didn’t think you were—beautiful? god, you drive me crazy.”

after that night, he's your personal cheerleader; loving each and every part of your body, teaching you how love it as well; one kiss and hug at a time.

── .✦ osamu dazai

the rain hitting the window gave a calm, soothing aura to the room you and dazai were both in. you were curled up in dazai's lap as he arms were wrapped around you, legs tangled. the movie softly playing from the tv long forgotten.

his kisses were feather-light— more teasing then needy— trailing from your temple, down to your cheeks then to your jaw and eventually getting to the corner of your lips. you responded, hesitant yet present, until his hand reached under your shirt; feeling up and down your smooth skin.

that's when it hit you.

that ugly, familiar coiled tight tension in your chest. your breath caught. your muscles tightened. it felt as is your body was suddenly tangled in giant metal chains. you didn't realize you were pulling back a bit from him until dazai's hand stilled.

his head tilted, just a little, to the side. his brown eyes flickered at yours.

"...you ok, 'bella?"

his voice was gentle, nothing like the lazy, dramatic tones he usually put on. that alone made your throat tighten. you tried to speak, but the words lodged behind your teeth.

"i'm sorry—" you whispered, "I just—i can't— right now.." you slump your shoulders down.

he didn't press any further. didn't ask what you meant. instead, he pulled his arms away from you completely. like placing down a delicate piece of glass to a table.

"it's not you," you added quickly, ashamed. "it's me. i just— sometimes...i don't like— i feel so disgusted with how i look. i just don't know— how you would want to even touch me when i can barely look at myself in the mirror." your words felt like knives in your throat as you opened up to dazai.

"i hate myself..."

dazai leaned back, arms resting behind his head. not casually— deliberately. like a gesture saying: i'm not going to make you uncomfortable.

"hmm," dazai hummed, his eyes on the ceiling. "funny thing, that. you look at yourself and feel disgusted. all while, i look a you and all i can think of is mine."

your eyes widened, looking back at him. his gaze shifted back to you, and the storm in those eyes quieted. “you think i haven’t hated my reflection too? you think i haven’t wanted to crawl out of my own skin and disappear?” he paused. “but when i look at you? all i feel is warmth. the kind that makes me want to stay.”

you swallowed hard, throat aching.

“and if touching you brings you pain, then i’d rather never touch you again than make you feel that way. understand?”

there was no flirtation in his voice. no humor. just quiet honesty.

“i want you to feel safe here,” he added, placing a hand gently over your heart. “not just in this room—here.”

the warmth of his palm made something crack in you. you looked down, blinking fast.

“i’m trying,” you whispered.

“i know,” he replied, without hesitation. “and that’s more than enough.”

you leaned into him, not kissing, not touching—just resting your head against his chest. he said nothing else, just held you close, letting the silence stretch between you like a soft blanket.

and in that moment, you realized something:

dazai didn’t want your body more than your heart. he wanted you—every broken, healing piece of you. even the ones you kept hidden.

and that was something real.

[arabella0001]

He runs his fingers through your hair. The scabs are from getting hit in the head hard enough to bleed but not enough to bleed through your hair so no one would have noticed you were injured if you didn't tell anyone.

The idea is that you got hurt and decided it wasn't important enough to tell your boyfriend even though head injuries can be really dangerous.

You were hurt and either didn't think your pain was important enough to address or thought he wasn't safe enough to go to for help.

I think that uncertainty would be a fun flavor of angst to play with.

featuring: Fyodor Dostoevsky, Ranpo Edogawa, Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, Doppo Kunikida, Yukichi Fukuzawa, Atsushi Nakajima, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Sakunosuke Oda, Ango Sakaguchi, Sigma

cw: fluff, angst if you squint, dark humour, slight suggestive at fyodor

first time writing bsd characters(except that dazai oneshot)

✧ OSAMU DAZAI

Dazai probably wouldn’t say anything at first. His elegant fingers would linger just a moment longer over your injuries, catching even the slightest of your reactions. Sometimes you read together, and you hadn’t realized his habit of stroking your hair would eventually give you away.

He’d catch you off guard that day, at a moment you weren’t expecting—with sarcasm and a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

“Didn’t know I finally found someone to commit double suicide with.”

Your eyes widened as you processed the meaning, scrambling for a justification, but he cut you off, cornering you with that quiet yet overwhelming presence. His usual smirk remained, but it was laced with gravity.

“Don’t ever hide things like that from me again.”

⸻

✧ CHUUYA NAKAHARA

You and Chuuya share a tumultuous relationship. You often get on each other’s nerves, but the love is equally intense. Loyal, protective, yet at times too volatile—hence the frequent quarrels.

A deadly combination.

Now that he knows you, he couldn’t truly live without you anymore. Technically, he could, but he would rather not risk being alone again.

From the very beginning, he disagreed with you going on a mission solo. But after relentless persuasion on your part, he relented. He didn’t want you to think he doubted your competence.

You had barely stepped through the door when he started inspecting you, head to toe.

“Chuuya, what the fuck, man?!”

“Shut up.”

You tried to shove him away, but eventually just sighed and let him work. His touch was delicate, almost reverent like he didn’t want to find anything, yet couldn’t stand the thought of you being in pain.

Betrayal. That’s what he felt.

“Really, Y/N?”

He turned away sharply, tossing his leather jacket onto the bed and marching toward the medical kit.

“Chuuya, it wasn’t that bad! You didn’t expect me not to fight back?”

“I knew you shouldn’t have gone alone! I don’t understand why they keep assigning you without me!”

“CHUUYA!”

A tear brimmed in your eye and that fierce look in his gaze dissolved, softening into guilt and sorrow. He came to you, pulling you into a quiet embrace, speaking against your hair.

“I’m sorry, baby. I just…”

You knew his mind had spun out with worst-case scenarios. You knew he was scared of what the future might hold.

“I know.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“Sure, mrs. doctor.”

You smirked at him, and he returned it, guiding you gently to sit so he could tend to your wounds.

✧ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

Fyodor already knew you were hiding something the moment you returned from the mission he sent you on. He trusts your abilities—he wouldn’t have risked your life otherwise. You’re one of the few people whose life he’d place above his own objectives.

So when he handed you a glass of wine after thoroughly thanking you for your efforts, he deliberately avoided touching the wounds on your head when he slowly stroked your hair, suspecting they were something you wouldn’t admit.

He knows you’re strong, and he knows you wouldn’t easily betray yourself. But your breathing had become too steady, your body language too rehearsed.

“My love, it seems these missions agree with you too much, no?”

You laughed. Barely. There wasn’t much to deflect with yet.

“Well, when I know what’s waiting for me at home… what do you think?”

You were clever enough not to look him in the eyes, but his fingers gently tilted your chin upward. His false smile mirrored your own.

“Why wouldn’t I spoil my loyal and transparent partner?”

Your grin faltered. You hated when he caught you like this.

“How long have you known?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Since then?” You nearly rolled your eyes. “Of course. I didn’t hide it. It wasn’t serious. That idiot just—”

His grip tightened slightly.

“Try again.”

Those hypnotic eyes made you swallow hard.

“I won’t hide anything ever again.”

“Good girl.”

⸻

✧ RANPO EDOGAWA

Despite his brilliance, Ranpo acts like a spoiled child at times. He was already annoyed after you sent him to the store three times today. He loathes routine errands.

His boredom evaporated, though, when he noticed your odd behavior after returning homeș the way you exited the bathroom in a mild panic, like you’d been caught doing something. You had been: disinfecting your wounds before he could see them. But he didn’t know that. Not yet.

Your behavior was out of character, far too open for someone trying to hide something. Normally, he’d never need to use his “ability” on you. But this time, he was far too intrigued.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, baby?”

Your voice trembled slightly as you tried to breeze past him, but he caught your hand and looked at you.

“Nothing.”

He started tickling you as a distraction, until you were gasping with laughter, trying to push him off.

You smelled like disinfectant.

That night, while you braided your hair before bed—your usual routine—he asked,

“Want me to do it?”

“Ha-ha, funny Ranpo.”

“I’m serious, baby. My last ounce of energy is for you!”

“Lazy ass. No thanks.”

“Really????”

His exaggerated whining made you roll your eyes.

“Okay, fine!”

He pretended to understand what he was doing, braiding gently until his fingers started brushing areas they shouldn’t have. You suddenly seized his hand. Your eyes locked.

“You did this on purpose. All day.”

“Bingo.”

His eyes were deadly serious. You weren’t used to that from him. With others, he minded his own business, but with you? Clearly not.

“I’m sorry, baby…”

He nodded once in forgiveness. And then, finally, you told him everything—and promised it wouldn’t happen again.

⸻

✧ SAKUNOSUKE ODA

Oda is a gentle, empathetic man with a strong sense of justice. So you can imagine how he reacted mentally the moment his hand brushed your injury while gently stroking your hair. He’s the kind of lover who evaluates a situation from every angle before speaking. When his touch stilled and his eyes widened, fixed on you, you knew you’d slipped up.

“Oda, baby, I can explain—”

“Please do.”

He’d be disappointed in your decision to hide it, but he wouldn’t hold it against you for long. Still, he wouldn’t want a repeat. You loved him too much to see that worried expression on his face again, or to watch him meticulously tend to every wound afterward, silently determined to restore what was missed.

⸻

✧ ANGO SAKAGUCHI

Ango often presents as calm and composed, but you know he’s far more intricate than the world sees and you love him for that. His true thoughts can be hard to decode at times.

He noticed your injuries in the morning but didn’t immediately address them. Instead, he brushed the hair from your face, revealing a hidden wound, likely not the only one.

Your sleepy voice stirred at his touch.

“Ango?”

He said nothing, waiting for you to fully wake. His expression gave away nothing, but the intensity in his gaze said everything.

“Morning, baby.”

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Eventually, later that day, you confessed. Cornered by that memory and his unrelenting stare. He knew your nature and didn’t blame you, but let’s just say a discreet tracker somehow ended up sewn into your clothes during your next mission.

⸻

✧ RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA

Despite his ruthless, detached exterior, Akutagawa masks a raw, emotionally charged core. He’s fiercely loyal, intensely protective, and entirely devoted to you. Expecially if he wasn't the one who got to protect you. He should've been the first of defense.

That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be furious upon discovering you were hurt and hadn’t told him.

“What the fuck is this, Y/N?”

“I just hit my head, Akutagawa. It’s not that serious—”

“Do I look like an idiot to you? Is that what you take me for? Who did this to you?!”

⸻

✧ ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA

Atsushi is known for his altruism and his tendency to put others before himself—even at his own expense. Still, He’s a bit unsure of himself sometimes.

So imagine his panic when his fingers brushed against your hidden injuries.

He spoils you with so much affection that you tend to curl up in his arms and forget about the world’s problems. You swore under your breath, realizing you hadn’t concealed yourself well enough.

You knew what would follow. And maybe it would’ve been better not to hide it at all, because it only made things worse.

He leapt off the couch in a frenzy, completely derailed from the movie you were watching.

“Y/N?! What happened? When? Why didn’t you tell me?! Who did this?! Do you think I wouldn’t have been there?! What did I do wrong?!”

⸻

✧ DOPPO KUNIKIDA

Doppo is a disciplined, composed man. Stoic on the outside, renowned for his meticulous organization and strict adherence to routine, even in your day-to-day relationship. He likes to plan every shared moment and takes pride in easing your burdens. His love language is likely acts of service. Still, behind that rigor lies a profound affection. In truth, you might be the person he loves most in the world.

He’d feel immediately betrayed and also deeply guilty. It had been one of the rare days when you declined to bathe with him, knowing how much he cherished the routine of caring for you, washing your hair with tender precision. But when he later heard a quiet hiss escape your lips from a wound—albeit not open—it became clear you’d hidden something from him. That hurt. Deeply.

“I’m so sorry—Damn! I didn’t know! Why didn’t you tell me? Don’t you trust me? Am I not good enough for you?”

⸻

✧ YUKICHI FUKUZAWA

Similar to Doppo in many ways, he’s serious, composed, and rooted in discipline. He prioritizes the safety and well-being of those in his care, and remains level-headed even under pressure. Yet beneath that composure, there is warmth—and with you, a quiet devotion.

You are one of his life’s priorities.

He wouldn’t see it as a betrayal. He rarely assumes someone’s behavior is a reflection of him personallyș instead, he looks inward first.

He noticed something was off the moment you tried to redirect his hand when he reached to stroke your hair. You never do that.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t it be?”

“Why would my wife feel the need to conceal something from me?”

He’s always given you space and respected your privacy—but your eyes betrayed you. The guilt was unmistakable.

You felt awful and apologized immediately, though he had already forgiven you the moment he saw the truth. He believes you when you say it won’t happen again.

⸻

✧ SIGMA

Sigma might appear confident and self-sufficient, someone who prefers working solo. But he harbors insecurities like anyone else, especially in relationships. Even though he knew it was selfish, his first thought was whether you didn’t trust him to protect you.

But the two of you knew each other too well. Many words weren’t always necessary to explain what the other needed the most to hear.

When his hand found the wounds on your scalp, he said nothing, waiting until you spoke.

“Baby, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to worry you. I know you would’ve protected me if you were there, but I handled it. You didn’t know, and that’s okay. I’m sorry I kept it from you. I won’t do it again.”

“It’s alright, my love. I understand you didn’t want to make me anxious. But it’s normal for me to worry because of how I feel about you. I’m just glad you know I’d protect you with everything I have. And I know you’d do the same.”

credit for the devider: @uzmacchiato

[luvseii]

𐔌 harder 𐦯 d. kunikida ⋆ mdni ⋆ rough sex, hair pulling, overstimulation, dirty talk ⋆ original request here

it started like sex with kunikida always starts: slow and boring. don’t get me wrong, you love the deliberate drag of your boyfriend’s cock, the meticulous thrusts as he deduces the best spot to focus his tip on to make you cum the hardest. it’s sweet, really! but sometimes…

“can you go a little harder?”

kunikida stopped mid-thrust. “harder?”

you nodded, wiggling your hips to keep some friction. kunikida seemed to contemplate this for a moment, and you were growing impatient. “kuni—“

kunikida pulled out entirely and hooked one arm beneath your knee, flipping you onto your stomach and making you gasp in surprise. “kuni—!”

without warning, your boyfriend grabbed your nape and slammed back into you, the force shoving you up the mattress and into your pillows. the plushness of them muffled your strangled scream as kunikida snapped his hips again and again and again.

your words became incoherent, a jumbled string of yes and please and his fingertips dug bruises into your skin.

“harder, huh?”

“yes!” you cried, your pillow wet with tears and drool.

kunikida landed a slap against the plush of your ass before sliding his hand up your spine, your hair forming a wrap around his fist. a chuckle rumbled in his throat, and he jerked you upright so that your back pressed against his sweat-slick chest. “i didn’t realize my perfect-on-paper girlfriend was such a slut.”

he jerked his hips violently, his tip abusing your overstimulated insides. your jaw was slack, useless. “you love it?” he asked, shoving your face back into the damp pillows. “being my toy? letting me use you?”

you sobbed, body trembling as he ripped orgasm after orgasm from your poor overstimulated pussy.

“‘s too much,” you cried when he shoved back in after cumming himself. you were still recovering, relieved to have a break, catch your breath, and he was hard again.

“so pretty,” he hummed, pelvis smacking your ass in a satisfying rhythm. “letting me use you like this. harder? is this hard enough for you, dear?”

it was too much. you were drifting in an out of consciousness as kunikida’s thrusts grew sloppy for the third of fourth time. one hand gripped the back of your neck, his fingers pressing into your throat. the other rubbed violent circles into your clit, which sent waves of pleasure through so intense your lost feeling in your legs.

“kuni,” you heaved, exhaustion making it impossible for you to lift your head to look at him.

kunikida cooed mockingly and lightly slapped your cheek. “tired, dear? already?”

you choked. you were so tired, and the lazy nod of your head expressed that. kunikida shoved as deep into your womb as he could, his balls pressing against your pussy. “you should think about what you want before you ask for it, slut.”

with that, he came, and you trembled with a staggered shout as his finger on your clit finished you off.

finally figuring you’d had enough, kunikida pulled out of you with a grunt and you clenched around nothing, empty without him inside you.

never did you think your sweet, proper boyfriend would be so rough with you. and with a slow glance over your shoulder as he cleaned you up, you could tell he enjoyed it as much—if not more—than you had.

given two of three days to recuperate, you may even ask him for round two.

[hibiscuslovecandles]

I spent 5 and a half years looking for a fic I read once.

Friend found it in one day.

I spent 5 and a half years.

Friend found it in one day.

[nakaira]

He runs his fingers through your hair and then stops when he feels scabs from wounds you didn't tell him about it.

Bsd x reader prompt.

note. the reader is a normal civilian and not a part of any gangs. also i wanted to make these longer and include fyodor and kunikida too but health not good. my fever wants me DEAD so it's only dazai. i hope that's fine?

also I kept the 'situation' very vague. so the stabs can be from self harm habits of scratching your head till it breeds or from abuse or whatever. that's up to your interpretation. you may think dazai is ooc here but shh, i have exchanged salivas with that man so trust me when i say he isn't.

— dazai

dazai doesn't normally inquire much about your life as so do you because if you can be content with him without prying for his past then who is he to not do the same?

this all changes soon however when once, during a very lazy evening you were watching a movie with him. at some point you lay your head on his shoulder and on instinct he raises his hand to run it through your head.

invested in the movie, you do not notice him doing so or else you would have stopped him which isn't unusual for you to do as you sometimes stop him with one or two pathetic excuses which he never buys but stops anyway.

the moment his fingerpads touch your scalp, you freeze as your heart painfully thumps as if to mourn. the pain is physical.

his fingers glide down gently but soon stop when he feels fat scabs there. he slowly pulls his hand away and doesn't comment or joke like you thought he would, he only stays quiet.

you look down then slowly try to scoot a bit far but he catches your wrist, looking at you like he sometimes does with this melancholic look on his face, "why are you moving away?"

"don't you feel disgusted?" you ask quietly as you stare at his bandage wrapped neck and not his eyes because how can you face him without bursting into tears?

"did you feel disgusted by my bandages?" he asks instead.

quietly you shake your head, whispering, "it's different —"

"it's not really." he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his lap to force your head on his thigh as he settles for patting your arm instead of your head, not wanting to hurt you or divert your attention to those scabs again.

he knows from the tensing of your shoulders that tears are dwelling in your eyes but he doesn't comment on it, only whispers, "i am here. whenever you want to talk. or whenever you are in danger, i am always here so run to me."

"it's not easy." you whisper in a trembling voice as if this conversation is something you want to run away from and as much as he can relate, he will force you to sit here if he has to.

"never is, bella." he mumbles as he leans down, gently cupping your cheek to turn your face towards his to press his lips against the tip of your nose, and he whispers, "but i promise it doesn't have to be as hard as you are thinking it is. stop thinking so much and call me. you think i can't face the situation which caused these scabs?"

"no." you mumble, closing your eyes as you add, "i won't be able to face you if i told you what happens."

"i will just have to chase you then, hm?" he tries to tease but you don't even smile and truly how can you when you feel as if everything is over?

he saw a part of you which you did not want to show him. you want to cry.

"hey," he softly frowns, leaning down to press his nose against your's, "talk to me, tell me what's wrong. you think i won't turn heaven and hell upside down for you?"

you end up breaking down like a dam — violently, tumbling over your words and sobs as you narrated the entire thing to him.

and if, for the next few days, he remains a bit busy and decides to eliminate your situation himself, then that's another secret he's taking to the grave if it means he can see you smile freely at him without feeling ashamed of anything.

[elegantxdarlin]

𝓐ccidents - Ranpo. E

“Stay still.”

His voice was just above a whisper, almost drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The shadows of the building stretched long behind you, and footsteps echoed just around the corner.

You nodded without speaking, pressed shoulder to shoulder with Ranpo behind a rusted stack of crates. His breath was warm against your cheek, and his hand rested lightly on your arm to keep you steady.

This wasn’t supposed to go this wrong. You were supposed to be in and out, just surveillance—but someone had tipped them off. Now you were hiding, cornered with the Agency’s so-called greatest detective, heart hammering in your chest while he looked way too calm.

Except… he wasn’t.

You saw it in the way his fingers gripped tighter when the footsteps got closer. You saw it in the way his eyes flicked toward you, hesitant.

“Hey,” he murmured. “Don’t freak out.”

“What—?” you began, barely whispering the word, but then—

His hands cupped your face. Gentle. Quick. Nervous.

And then Ranpo kissed you.

It wasn’t perfect. His lips brushed yours with a jolt of adrenaline and uncertainty, and you gasped in surprise. He pulled back just as quickly, his eyes wide with something between panic and regret.

The footsteps faded. Whoever was searching had moved on.

But you didn’t move. Neither did he.

“…Wh-What was that?!” you finally blurted out, voice a rushed whisper, face burning hot.

“I—I don’t know!” Ranpo hissed, also clearly panicking. “I panicked! I thought maybe—y’know, they’d think we were just two people… being gross in a corner or something—shut up, don’t look at me like that!”

“I wasn’t looking at you like anything!” you said, hiding your face in your hands. “Why would I—why would you—?!”

“It worked, didn’t it?” he muttered, now looking anywhere but at you. He was so red, even his ears had gone pink. “It worked, so… no one died, so… yay me.”

“…You kissed me.”

“You kissed me back!” he snapped—then immediately turned paler than a ghost. “I-I mean—I didn’t mean that in a bad way! I just—observational statement! Detective stuff! N-not that I analyze your lips or anything—”

You let out a soft, strangled laugh, cheeks burning.

There was a long pause before Ranpo, still red, quietly added, “I didn’t hate it.”

“…Me neither,” you whispered.

You didn’t look at each other for the next twenty minutes. Not until the rest of the team arrived.

And even then, when Dazai smirked and asked why you two were standing so far apart while refusing to make eye contact, Ranpo just shoved a Pocky stick in his mouth and said, “Shut up. This mission sucked.”

@elegantxdarlin all rights reserved

[newtthetranswriter]

Hi,

Could I please get general dating headcanons for chuuya x afab reader please?

Like what he would be like as a partner, how he would woo her etc.

Idk, sorry I've never done requests before.

Hi Anon, I will gladly do this thank you for the request. It is definitely a nice simple idea to help me start writing again. It's a bit shorter than I was intending but anyways, I hope you enjoy and Remember to hydrate or diedrate.

Dating Headcanons for Chuuya:

Chuuya like to think he's just a tough mafia man no matter what is going on but give him a girlfriend/partner and he turns to mush

He's extremely protective, making it known across the city that if anyone dares harm his girlfriend in any way, whether they're Mafia or ADA or some other idiot, they will become a smear on the concrete no questions asked.

Also if Dazai is around, be it mafia Dazai or Ada Dazai, Chuuya has one hand on you at all times because he knows Dazai will try flirting with you just to piss him off.

Chuuya is also a big gift giver to show his affection, bringing home expensive wines and bouquets just because he can and to see you smile.

When at home he loves cuddles and kissing you on the cheek ( bonus points if you're shorter than him and he can kiss your forehead)

In public he's a little less open with affection but will definitely hold your hand or have his arm around you so people can make no mistake that you are his

As we all know Chuuya is extremely stubborn, so if he makes a mistake he will spend a good day or so acting like it wasn't his fault but give him the silent treatment for a couple hours and he'll have a gift basket of your favorite things ready with a honest apology

Over all he may be stubborn and closed off at times but he'd do his best to open up and listen more for you.

(Divider by @/cafekitsune)

[mint-mania]

Imagine Ranpo x a reader who refuses to admit they have an ability.

The boy who needs everyone's attention to make him feel seen and the reader who would rather avoid attention because nothing good ever happens to prodigies

I think that would be a fun dynamic to play with.

In denial

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The detective sat on a desk in the almost empty office, the rest of the ADA had left for break. Yet Ranpo decided to stay behind with you, something about not feeling up to be around so many people. That was odd for him. He loves attention, especially about his “ability”. Speaking of which, that seemed to be what he wanted from  you at that moment. Praise about him.

“ If I were to rank our abilities…I’d say you’d get second place! Yours is cool but mine is the reason anyone gets any cases solved around here!”

“..come on Ranpo you know I don’t have an ability-”

“HA! You’re funny..”

You never understood how he is so confident, he never seems to be scared of people with abilities that could overpower him. The president has told stories of Ranpo’s unusual case solving method when they first met. The idea of being so open to the enemy about your skills and weaknesses is terrifying. 

“You really should own your talents y’know, you’re good at what you do, which is more than can be said for others, and you’re too modest about that.”

That made you stop filling out the form you had been working on, Ranpo isn’t the type to give out compliments easily like that. So if he said it he meant it.

Ranpo jumped down from the desk walking over to yours, leaning forward he pulled something out of his pocket before looking you in the eyes. His bright eyes held nothing but admiration. 

“Here.”

He said handing you a lollipop, green apple flavored. Before you could ever say anything he had already stood up and walked towards the desk he was previously perched on as the Agency door was opened by Atsushi and the rest of the agents beach from their lunch out.

[leviscvmslutt]

😩👅

This was coming and I'm sorry about it but-

I need some brain rot on Akutagawa so I wanted to ask if you could do the nsfw alphabet for him as well, please? you can also do just a few letters if you can't manage the whole thing <3

nsfw alphabet - ryuunosuke akutagawa . . . .ᐟ

wc: 2.7k

cw: switch leaning dom!aku, rough aku, gn!reader, spanking, cum eating, creampie, clothed sex, edging, brat taming, dirty talk, nicknames (angel, doll, darling, ryuu), light bondage/choking/impact play, marking, toys, mention of face fucking, inappropriate use of rashomon lol

reid: my lovely niko im so sorry about the wait! i wanted to do the whole thing for u ehehehe i hope you enjoy

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

soft sweetie

he’s not super intuitive when it comes to reading what you need, but he’ll ask

tell him, he’s on it

very apologetic if he was rough - he’s got his own little awkward way of being sweet and coming back down to earth with you

“you alright, angel? do you need anything? ‘m sorry if i got a little carried away. you were perfect for me, okay?”

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ASS MAN

adores your ass <3

loves the way his fingers sink into the plush of your asscheeks. loves the jiggle whether it's big or small. loves holding you by your ass even nonsexually. it's just so grabbable, so smackable

he likes his own hands - let him finger you from behind so he can spank and admire your ass while he makes you cum

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he thinks his cum is a nuisance

he’s nervous to cum in you, feels guilty cumming on you, kind of hates the feeling of cumming in his hand - it’s just something to clean up after, he’s indifferent to it.

your cum, however

he wants to drown in it.

your cum is the hottest thing ever to him. squirt on his stomach while he fucks you. make a mess on his fingers. cream on his tongue. he’ll lap it up like it’s nectar.

reassure him what you’re comfortable with when it comes to his - you insist you want him to cum on your face? well, okay, he’s gotta admit you look so pretty on your knees with your tongue lolled out and your lashes fluttering. anywhere else on you? are you sure? he doesn’t want you to feel gross. in you??? god, don’t even make him think about it - i think he’s partially afraid that he’ll find it so sexy and it’ll feel so good to fill you up that he’ll never want to stop. he can’t let you make him any weaker than you already have.

have a firm discussion about that shit and lock those legs around his waist in missionary. he’s a changed man after

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's very conscious of his body and will probably prefer to have sex with clothes on a lot of the time

not that he doesn't want to see your body - he absolutely does - he just doesn't want to make you feel awkward by insisting you be fully naked while he keeps his shirt on

you might be able to draw this out of him, but don't count on it; he'll probably write it off as a kink thing

(worship his body until he loves it as much as you do, please)

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

V I R G I N

i know, i know. again. i know.

but listen. he just doesn’t really have time to focus on this kind of stuff! not that it never crosses his mind, but until he meets you it’s just something he doesn’t spare a passing glance at

he’s certainly had opportunities among the cohort of the mafia, but he’s just. . .not interested in other people

he’s interested in you, though <3

he gets off very quickly when you first start going at it - he’ll happily build up his restraint though (tie his hands behind his back and edge him til he cums untouched <3), especially if it means making you feel good

takes some practice and instruction, but everything you tell him gets burned into his mind. he can make you fall apart in minutes after a few weeks of getting to know your body

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary or doggy - he can’t pick because they’re both so different and have their own perks

missionary? he can palm your chest, hold your cheeks, bite your collarbones, kiss your lips, and watch the way your face grows more and more fucked out with each thrust

doggy? he can grip your ass, pin your arms behind your back, pull you up by your hair, trace the expanse of your back, and reach so deep in you

probably doggy, actually - he loves watching your ass jiggle while he's blowing your back out <3

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

not goofy, but sassy.

he's serious about it too - can you say brat tamer?

prefers you to alleviate the tension so he can run with his power dynamic <3 mouth off to him a little! make jokes! it makes it easier for him to put you back in your place and believe me, he enjoys doing it

“what was that? think you’re funny? we’ll see how funny you think you are when you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“try to talk back with cock in your mouth.”

“crying now? this is what you asked me for, angel.”

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

coarse black hair that he prefers to remove entirely, even if he’s not sexually active

it’s just a distraction/buffer from watching how deliciously he slides in and out of you

he’d wouldn’t ask you to remove yours if you really didn’t want to - i think he prefers a little hair on his partner anyway - but he likes how it looks and feels on him

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s a little unpracticed in romance and he loses himself easily - he can be rather rough and selfish when he’s chasing his own pleasure

when he slows himself down and puts his focus solely on your pleasure, however, it seems to come so easily to him that you wouldn’t think he’s all that inexperienced

he does call you by your name a lot during sex, along with a few nicknames <3 his favorites are angel, darling, and doll

goes out of his way every once in a while to set the mood super right just because it’s something he enjoys and feels like he should do for you. the whole shebang with candles and silk sheets! maybe some aphrodisiac chocolates or a surprise involving something you’ve mentioned wanting to try in the bedroom - when he pays attention you’ll feel like the luckiest partner in the world

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t do it much - refer to the top of letter c.

when he does, though -

and okay, okay maybe this is my bias showing -

but i think we have another pillow humper here. . .

just THINK with me for a second about how pretty a sight it would be to walk in on him - he’s not usually so pent up that he can’t wait for you, but maybe you’ve been gone a few days on an assignment. you arrive back in yokohama early, but you don’t even check your phone because you’re exhausted; you just walk through the door of your apartment to hear heavy breathing and shuffling from your room

so you fumble to your bedroom doorframe. . .just to find aku on his knees, straddling your bunched up pillow

his button-up hangs open and you can see his stomach flex as he rides the pillow furiously, his dick leaking through his boxers - you catch a glimpse of his pretty, uninhibited face as he breathes your name into a moan

before he sees you and scrambles beneath a blanket, of course

all you can do is giggle and make your way over to him - sure, you’re tired, but you’ve kept your boy waiting so long! the least you can do is help him get off since he’s obviously so desperate for you, right?

“aww, ryuu, couldn’t wait for me? no, no, keep going, show me how you’d get off on my lap.”

you’ll get it for teasing him, but it’s worth it <3

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

bondage!!!

impact play!!!

marking!!!

rashomon’s a big help here - you don’t need rope, and tying is easy!

tie him up, let him tie you up - he’s a fan of either - he could be a rigger or a rope bunny depending on both of your moods.

he’s not opposed to rope, though - the work and the sensuality that goes into it is often more rewarding. plus, he just thinks you look wonderful with a silk rope harness around your chest <3

when you’re not tied, don’t be afraid to smack him around a little. bite him, slap him, choke him, scratch him up. he’s tough, he can take it, and he won’t mind doing it back if you’re into it, too.

he’s a quiet guy, but he likes sound! the wet pap, pap, pap! of your skin against his while he fucks you is just heavenly to him

bigggggg big fan of spanking you as punishment <3 be bratty, get spanked

(he’ll always take care of your after)

(plus, he swears the marks you leave on him are darker, harsher, and last longer after he punishes you - just how he wants them <3)

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

at home, in bed. he’s a simple guy

optimal for privacy, optimal for intimacy, optimal for snoozing or cooking a meal after <3

(i think he also just enjoys being domestic with you. having sex in your home, cooking in your kitchen after, sleeping in your bed. . .)

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you in any position of authority

it’s odd because he prefers to be dominant. maybe it’s the thought of putting you in your place, or being the only one to have you at his mercy. he’s not sure but either way, he likes seeing his partner in charge and maybe a little frustrated or bossy <3

you’re heading a report? giving an assignment to your squad during a meeting? in charge of any sort of coordination? you’re getting fucked after. he can’t help himself - you’re so hot and you’re all his.

say his full first name. he knows it’s a mouthful, no pun intended, and he loves when you call him ryuu, don’t get me wrong. it makes him feel cared for a close to you, it’s so important to him

but when he’s in you, fuck - call him ryuunosuke and beg him for it harder. i promise you he’s trying not to cum right then and there

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

public sex

i think you could work him up to an empty-office, locked-door quickie but it’s absolutely not his favorite methodology and he won’t go any riskier than that

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

loves loves loves giving. there’s nothing he can find that he doesn’t like about it

in fact, it relaxes him

loves how you taste, loves how you sound, loves how you smell, loves fingering you and rubbing you while he does it to draw pretty whines out of you - it’s almost like stress relief for him

far from polite when receiving - he’s a face fucker, sorry y’all

he’ll always reward you handsomely after he uses your throat, promise <3

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

pretty rough, to be honest. it’s his nature - he’s done very few things in his life without violence and aggression, and he’d be lying if he said he doesn’t like the control it gives him.

he can certainly be gentle with you after you show him the ropes - otherwise, this is all he really knows

gentle or rough, he fucks fast. he comes to really love the lewd noises your bodies emit together that way <3

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

only at home, really. he’s not a fan of fucking where he could get caught

if you so please, he will split you open against your apartment door before you both leave for work

can’t deny how much he loves watching you disheveled, tucking your shirt back in, as you catch your breath before you lean up to kiss him and say you’ll see him later for more <3

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

not super down to get caught or be watched. he’s much more inclined to remind you you’re his in a place where you won’t be distracted by anything or anyone else

he’ll experiment kink-wise, especially with his existing kinks - if you let him use rashomon to bind your wrists, he only wants to see how much further you’ll let him take it from there <3

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

our chronically ill king, only one or two for him

his stamina isn’t great. but!!!

he can alternate between fingering you and eating you out for hours <3 and he often will

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

edge him with a cock ring on

just do it.

he’s impatient but he can’t deny how intense his orgasms are after you do this to him <3 he’ll bitch and whine and cry through it but he secretly loves it

will surely use toys on you if you’d like him to - i can’t see him owning anything other than maybe a plug or dildo he’s experimented with before (that’s a whole post of its own), so introduce him to whatever you’d like

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

loves teasing, hates being teased.

he can dish it but he can’t take it. gets agitated and impatient when you’re dangling yourself in front of him and he can’t have you right away, but he’s nowhere near above flustering you in public, grazing his hands over your ass after you hug him, or tracing your jaw with a wandering finger for minutes at a time while he looks at you with bedroom eyes

he adores you when you’re worked up and unable to keep your hands off of him - aww, you want him? he won’t say this but it’s super cool ‘cause he loves feeling wanted. <3

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s quiet on instinct - lots of silent screams and heaving breaths out of this one

only really moans when he’s ready to cum - this is part of the reason why edging him is so fun, because you can draw out sounds you’ve never heard from him before <3

whisper-mumbles to you through his climax

“fuck, that’s so good! s- so good, doll, thank you! fuck fuck fuck don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop i love you. . .!”

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

on the topic of clothed sex - sometimes grinding through clothes is even hotter to him than penetration <3 there’s just something about how desperate it feels. . .

plop yourself on his lap to make out and grind on him desperately until you’re both cumming through your pants <3 nghhhh

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

kind of hung and he doesn’t even realize it

girthy and almost 7 inches

two pretty veins that split off from each other on the underside <3

i think he curves up a little and gets a bit thinner at the tip

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

low to average - he doesn’t think about it all the time, and it mostly comes to his attention when you bring it up

regardless, he’s unlikely to turn you down even if he wasn’t particularly thinking of it at the moment. just because it isn’t consuming him doesn’t mean he’ll pass up an opportunity to be buried in you <3

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sleepy demon boy

he can bounce back from a blowjob, but after fucking you? whew now he calling me nyquil or whatever nicki minaj said

within minutes, baby

hold him and kiss him while he dozes off <3 he'll mumble and grumble about how much he loves you until he's out

[bloodsoakedsorrow]

Promise Me Forever —

Synopsis — Your fiancé was gone. The world moved on, but you were left behind—clutching a ring, a memory, and a promise that was never fulfilled. Years later, fate leads you down a familiar street… and into the eyes of a man you thought you’d never see again.

Pairing — Sakunosuke Oda x F! Reader, PLATONIC! Dazai | F! Reader

Warnings — Hurt/not actual comfort, mentions of death, mentions of suicide, miscommunication?, the reader is kinda unreasonable, not beta read we die like Odasaku

Authors Note — Sup, I wrote this at 2 am and honestly it got sadder than I wanted it to lol. If you guys like it I could write a part 2 with the reader and Dazai reconnecting and starting fresh! I haven't written anything in a long time so I'm a bit rusty, sorry!

Word count — 2,5k

It was meant to be a day like any other. You expected to return home from work, greeted by your fiancé, ready to head out to see the children he cared for. In fact, you had plans to join him. But as you stepped into your shared apartment, all that met you was silence. An unsettling chill washed over you, the kind that hinted that something was amiss. You tried to dismiss it at first, convincing yourself that maybe Oda had left earlier and simply forgot to inform you. That had to be the reason, right? Yet, the gnawing unease lingered, refusing to dissipate. Anxiety nudged you to reach for your phone and call him, your mind insisting that your worries were merely paranoia. You recited that mantra repeatedly while waiting for him to answer as if it could shield you from the storm brewing inside your chest.

When his voice finally came through, relief flooded your senses, nearly leaving you dizzy. But before you could speak, you realized it was just a voicemail. You glanced at your phone's screen and hung up, trying to rationalize it. Perhaps he was caught up in something and couldn’t pick up right away. Surely, he would call you back. This was a mantra you clung to as you sank into the couch, anticipation simmering, but five minutes turned to ten, and ten to fifteen, with nothing but silence filling the air. As anxiety gripped you tighter, you scrolled through your contacts, seeking someone who might have answers. Dazai. Oda's close friend, a boy entangled in the chaos of a life you hardly grasped. Despite his tumultuous surroundings, you had grown fond of him—just a child seeking a glimmer of hope in a dark world. You often expressed your wish that Dazai could escape the mafia's clutches, yearning for him to find a normal life.

You had even mentioned taking him in yourself if it came to that. Oda had laughed then, suggesting that convincing Dazai to abandon his life was nearly impossible. Yet you remained hopeful. After all, he liked you, didn’t he? He often asked Oda about you while they drank at Bar Lupin, or came to you for advice following another failed suicide attempt. Initially, it worried you, but soon it became a topic of such familiarity that you believed he would never truly go through with it.

The moment Oda didn’t answer, Dazai was your only option. Well, there was Ango, too, but you didn’t even have his number. Without hesitation, you dialed Dazai’s number, listening to the beeping tone as you waited for him to pick up. But once again, you were met with silence. Panic clawed at your insides. What was happening? The unease in your chest constricted painfully, making it hard to breathe. You sat there, grappling with the hope that one of them would call back, ensuring you everything was fine—that this was but a misunderstanding. Time stretched on, darkness creeping in as the hours slipped away without answers.

Just as you were about to rise and search for him, a knock echoed through the apartment. You dashed to the door, heart racing with the hope that it would be Oda or at least Dazai. Instead, you were met by a man and a woman dressed in somber black suits, their sunglasses masking their eyes.

“[Name]?” the man asked, uncertainty lacing his voice. You nodded, the initial excitement draining away, leaving only confusion and dread. Before you could question them, the woman spoke, delivering a message you never thought you would hear. The rest became a blur, their half-hearted “sorry for your loss” echoing in your mind as they left you alone, crumpling to your knees as you processed the crushing weight of their words. You had no recollection of how you ended up on the sofa, clutching a framed photo of you and Oda from one of your first dates, tears streaming down your face as gut-wrenching sobs escaped your lips.

Time slipped away, and before you knew it, the day of the funeral had arrived. To your horror, almost no one came. A few familiar faces appeared, people who barely knew him; the absence of those from the mafia struck you deeply. Not even Dazai or Ango, the two who had always been by his side, were there. You buried your fiancé alone, with only your grief to accompany you. After the ceremony, you returned to the apartment, feeling like a hollow shell. The home you had shared felt alien, filled with ghostly echoes of laughter and warmth that now turned starkly painful. His clothes still bore the scent of his cologne, and the sheets you once shared were now a source of sickness.

You realized nothing would ever be the same. You found yourself on the bathroom floor, staring at your engagement ring, tears flowing like an endless river. Days turned into a blur, and eventually, you ran dry of tears, left with nothing but an empty ache in your heart. The most agonizing part? You still had no idea what had happened to him. That is, until a few months later when an unexpected knock echoed at your door. You opened it to find Ango, adjusting his glasses awkwardly, concern etched across his features. You looked like a ghost, haunted by grief—dark circles under your eyes and skin pale from neglect. He noticed the weight you had lost, your engagement ring nearly slipping off your finger.

“What are you doing here, Ango?” you asked quietly. He hadn’t even shown up at the funeral, making his visit all the more confusing.

“You don’t look too well, [Name]. How are you feeling?” The question made you sick. How did he think you felt? You wanted to scream for him to leave, to let you wallow in your sorrow alone, but you lacked the strength. Instead, you shrugged, the words spilling out coldly.

“I feel like a widow, except I never got the chance to marry my husband. So, legally, I’m not even allowed to call myself that.” Your voice dripped with exhaustion. Ango wanted to say something, but found no words that would fit the moment, ultimately settling on silence instead.

“There’s something I need to tell you. Can I come in?” he asked, guilt lacing his request. You nodded, returning inside without a word as he followed. The living room felt unchanged, a museum of memories that stung your heart. Ango’s gaze swept across the room, a stark reminder of what remained the same while you felt like you had disintegrated.

You sat on the couch, hugging the photograph of Oda as if it could shield you from the pain, while Ango took a seat across from you. He cleared his throat, deciding to start from the beginning. He explained how he had been working for the government all along, and how the chaos of the Mimic situation had led to Oda’s demise. He watched your face, searching for signs of your anger or disappointment, but you felt nothing—just a hollow void. Your mind wandered back to the children he had cared for, the orphans who had been caught in the crossfire of a life neither of you really wanted. You understood why he had fought for them; they were his heart. But the bitterness grew within you, the nagging thought of 'What about me?' biting at your resolve. What about the promises made, the future envisioned?

You glanced at the photo in your hand before returning your gaze to Ango, who was now visibly concerned.

“What happened to Dazai?” you murmured. The question seemed to catch him off guard.

“He left the Mafia. That’s all I can say right now.” Your heart sank, bitterness pooling at the back of your throat. After all this time, all that hope, and he had chosen to walk away without so much as a goodbye. It was so very Dazai—escaping without a trace, while you were left to grapple with the emptiness.

“It’s getting late, Ango. Thank you for coming. I think it’s best you go now.” Ango nodded, standing to leave, understanding that he had overstayed his welcome. He thanked you for listening and walked out, leaving you to your solitude.

Four years passed in a haze, a relentless cycle of grief and survival. You worked multiple jobs, barely scraping by, all while caring for a cat you adopted to stave off the loneliness. Every time you looked into its eyes, you were reminded of Oda, and of the dreams you had shared. Your mind sometimes wandered back to Dazai—wondering if he had succumbed to his demons after all. You hadn’t heard from him, and it was easy to assume the worst.

Now, as you left the convenience store, a craving for Onigiri pulling you forward, you focused on the bustling streets of Yokohama. Yet, an odd voice pulled your attention away.

“Ahhhh, Kunikida-kuuuun! Do I REALLY have to fill out all that paperwork??” the voice whined, eliciting a stern response from Kunikida. “Yes, you waste of good bandages! You suicidal maniac! How could you jump in front of a police car to kill yourself during work hours? So much time WASTED!! My schedule, RUINED!!”

You couldn’t make sense of their exchange, dismissing it as none of your business. Just as you turned to leave, the voice echoed again, “I can’t do this with you anymore, Dazai. Take Atsushi if you plan to do crazy stuff like that!” Time seemed to freeze as recognition hit you. Eyes wide, you turned to face them. Dazai stood there, looking so different—an adult now, but more importantly, he radiated a vibrancy you hadn’t seen before. It should have made you happy, but instead, resentment swelled within you.

How was this fair? How did he move on while you were left to pick up the pieces of your shattered life, burdened by memories and an unfulfilled promise? The injustice squeezed your throat, crying out for release, but you quickly turned and hurried away before he could see your pain.

The week passed in a blur, and soon it was time for your weekly visit to the cemetery, a fresh bouquet of wildflowers in hand. Oda had never cared for fancy arrangements, preferring the wild blooms that reminded him of you and now, you were doing the same thing for him as well. You laid them on his grave, tending to the site as you described your week, pretending he could hear you, hoping for a whisper of comfort amid the stillness.

“Why did you leave me like this, Oda? Did you not love me enough to stay?” The question hung heavy in the air, echoing in your mind as you hugged the gravestone, tears cascading down your cheeks. The longing for answers had haunted you since that day.

“Odasaku loved you more than you could imagine,” a familiar voice broke the silence, and you looked up to see Dazai standing there, watching you with an unreadable expression.

“What are you doing here?” was all you could manage to ask. Dazai, standing a distance away, hands in his pockets, looked almost vulnerable.

“I come here sometimes,” he replied, avoiding your gaze. “To talk to him.” You scoffed, bitter laughter escaping your lips. The silence between you grew thick, laden with unspoken words. Oda’s gravestone bore his name, but it might as well have been a mirror reflecting everything you both had lost.

Dazai finally met your eyes, his own filled with exhaustion. “I saw you that day. On the street.” Panic flared in your chest. “Then why didn’t you say anything?” you demanded, your voice trembling.

“Because I didn’t think I had the right.”

That snapped something inside you. “You didn’t have the right? You think disappearing without a word after Oda died gave you some moral high ground? You were my friend too, Dazai.”

“I made a promise to him. I had to honor it, and that meant disappearing immediately.”

His words set your heart aflame. “We had promises too! He promised me forever! We were going to get married, leave this city! He was going to write a novel; we wanted to live quietly! He said we just had to wait a little longer!”

“I know,” Dazai replied, stepping closer, his voice steady. “He told me.”

“Did he tell you I wanted you to come with us? That I wanted him to convince you to leave that life behind? Why are you living a good life now while he is dead?” Your voice trembled with resentment, the bitterness spilling out. You knew it was wrong to think like that, and even worse saying it out loud to his face, but the four years of suppressed feelings caught up with you quickly and mercilessly.

Dazai fell silent, his expression darkening. The wind rustled through the trees, amplifying the weight of your grief. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet, deliberate.

“He was bleeding out in my arms, you know?. It was slow, quiet. He didn’t even complain about the pain. He just looked at me like he knew what was going to happen.” You couldn’t bear to hear it, wanting to cover your ears. Why tell you now? Why not then?

“One of the last things he said was for me to be on the side that saves people, the one that protects the innocent. But you can’t just leave the mafia like that; there is no ‘I want out.’ I had to disappear, or I wouldn’t be able to keep that promise.”

The words cut through you, sharp and merciless. Just as you turned to leave, he continued. “He mentioned you too.”

You froze, unable to move. “He said he was sorry. He said he loved you, but he had to end it like that. He didn’t specify why, but I’m guessing the orphans were just the beginning. If he didn’t play the role Mori gave him, you might have been next, which ultimately would've droven him to his death either way.”

Your knuckles were white from how tightly you gripped your fists. You couldn’t comprehend the horror he was unveiling, emotions swirling chaotically within you.

“Dazai, it’s been four years. Good for you for finding change, but it doesn’t change anything for me. If I had known four years ago, maybe things would be different now. I’m happy for you, I hope you keep honoring Oda's memory by keeping that promise. Take care, Osamu.” You spoke softly, yet the weight of your words hung heavily between you, leaving a bitter taste in the air.

Dazai flinched at your use of his first name, unsure if he deserved it. He felt a pang of remorse for everything left unspoken, pondering if he should have taken you with him instead.

“You know, [Name], I work at the Armed Detective Agency now. If you ever need something, that’s where you can find me. I’m sure everyone will welcome you like family.” His words sounded like an attempt to mend the past, but you could only nod, leaving him uncertain if you would ever reach out. Even if you didn’t, he had been watching over you these past four years—a silent promise he made to Oda: to protect the innocent, and that included you.

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[fayerie]

the sunset stains the sky in hues of apricot and blood as dazai lounges beside you on the rooftop, bandaged hands tucked under his head like a makeshift pillow.

the world is quiet up here — just the rustle of wind through your clothes, the hum of the city far below, and dazai’s rhythmic sighs as he watches the clouds drift like lost thoughts.

“wouldn’t this be the perfect time to die?” he says quietly, half lidded eyes turning toward you, voice as gentle as a breeze. “the sky’s kind enough to make it look beautiful.”

you roll your eyes. “don’t be morbid, osamu.”

he grins — boyish, there was a trace of exhaustion in his eyes — or maybe it was something else entirely, something you weren’t ready to name, to unravel, “i’m being poetic. there’s a difference.”

you lean back on your elbows beside him, legs dangling over the edge. “you always say that. and yet i never know if you’re joking or not.”

“that’s the fun of me, isn’t it?” his voice tilts playfully, but something in his expression falters — a crack in the mask he’s worn so long it might as well be his skin.

you don’t say anything for a moment. you just reach over, lacing your fingers with his. and despite all his dramatics, he doesn’t pull away.

“maybe,” you whisper, “if you stopped looking for a beautiful way to die… you’d start noticing how beautiful it is to live.”

he stares at your joined hands like they’ve betrayed him. then he closes his eyes, smile softening, “…you’re dangerous, you know that?”

you smirk. “more dangerous than the port mafia?”

“far more,” he murmurs. “they never made me want to stay.”

[sushi-atsushilover]

Akutagawa would probably be rather stiff when cuddling, as he's not really used to it. Infact, how did you even get him in bed with you.

It's quite much canon he sleeps with his eyes open so don't freak out when you see him like that. After some time he might eventually sleep with his eyes closed, but that would definitely take a long time. Like forever.

He'll be awkward and confused when cuddling, but when you two get a bit sleepy he'll probably end up spooning you. Also, there's no way in hell he's gonna ask for cuddles. You're going to have to gain telepathic abilities, figure out when he wants cuddles, and then ask him to cuddle with you. He'll huff and act like it's annoying but he actually wants it.

I actually disagree with the headcanon of him not liking physical touch as a love language. He'll obviously be awkward and blunt in the beginning with his s/o, but I feel like when he gets comfy he'd actually be really into it. Except not it public, he's supposed to be spooky (get the reference? Ifykyk).

And if you give him enough time, he might even let you spoon him aswell. It'll be pretty rare, but sometimes he'll just walk upto you, stuff his face in your chest or tummy, and wait for you to ask about his day. Then he'll start sleepily grumbling about the 'weretiger' and some idiots at work who nearly mess up his missions. Oh yeah, even though usually he'll be too awkward to ask for cuddles, during some rare moments he might just randomly start cuddling you because, well, yes. Just give him cuddles, his sickly Victorian orphan ahh deserves them💔🥀.