#Buy Apartment in Yokohama

[bashamichiroom]

The Mitsuzawa Kawamoto Building is a 3-story building with freehold land rights in Kanagawa Ward, Yokohama. The building is on a 171.36 m² lot with a total of 280.90 m² of floor space located within a 10-minute walk of Mitsuzawa-Kamicho Station on the Yokohama municipal subway Blue Line. The first floor has a vacant commercial-use space (vacant), the 2nd floor has a commercial space (occupied by tenant) and a 2DK residential space, and the 3rd floor has a 4LDK residential space. This building can be purchased for residential/commercial use or as an investment property, and is currently listed at ¥117,000,000. Potential annual rental income is ¥9,601,200 with an estimated gross yield of 8.2%. This property can be purchased as an investment for rental income regardless of your residency or visa status. Overseas buyers are welcomed!Details here: https://www.bashamichi-room.com/invest/building-investment#h.tpuh2fyj1o0s

[inamagicalhallucination]

@karmicpunishment

au where atsushi never joins the ada and works at idk some cafe or some shit

anyway theres a big grocery store near his tiny apartment and it always has the best deals and the best sales but not that many ppl around him go there much to atsushi's shock

but atsushi always goes there to shop - and at first he thinks maybe he shouldnt be here becuz the workers there always look surprised to see him

but then they dont say anything to him and the other costumers are rlly nice so he doesn't think too much of it

how is he, new to yokohama, supposed to know taht this grocery store is usually only frequented by the more scary and strange ppl (ada and pm)

how is he supposed to know that the cute scary looking vampire guy who gives him tea recommendations and stares at him before pointing at things that go well with tea and leaving when atsushi thanks him but always giving him recommendations when he sees him again and occasionally going out of his way to buy something atsushi's eyes lingered on but he didn't get cuz of prices is actually the rabid dog of the mafia

how is he supposed to know that the bandaged guy who only ever buys crabs and looks surprised but listens when atsushi offers to help him buy things thatll go good with them (after all atsushi knows how hard it is to try new food and how overwhelming it is to go from sneaking food from the kitchens to buying whatever he wants) is a ex mafioso current detective

and that the slightly scary but ultimately nice guy with the long blond hair and glasses who took one look at atsushi's cart and immediately wrote down a better, but still cheap, dietary plan is the bandage guys partner

and the guy with the hat and long red hair who helped atsushi carry his stuff to his apartment after atsushi complimented his hat is actually a mafia executive

and the long haired pretty woman who atsushi runs into while she's buying something for her brother is actually scary cute vampire guys sister and an assassin

and the blonde lady who asked for atsushi's help on choosing a snack for her boss is also in the mafia

and the short guy who buys too many snacks and told atsushi his taste in candy was low level and he should buy this too while also stealing the last packet of a brand atsushi wanted to try from his cart was the world's greatest detective (ok actually he knew he was a detective becuz of how he dressed but still)

and the old guy who comes to buy cat stuff and sadly confided in atsushi how he had trouble with a stray he had found and listened carefully to atsushi's advise on how to deal with stray cats, and patted atsushi's had in a way that made atsushi's long forgotten childhood wish of having parents briefly resurface was actually the boss of the ada

and so on

meanwhile everyone else who knows about the store is flabbergasted that some kid just goes in and out with zero fucks and is casually besties w/ everyone there

and then the guild come looking for atsushi heh

[silverbladexyz]

*Part 2 is here. Third and final part is here*

Imagine unrequited love with Chuuya.

You didn't mean for it to happen, really. The feelings had just suddenly seized you one day, filling you with a rush of warmth so overpowering that it was certain you could never look at him in the same way again. Whenever he looked at you, with those blue eyes of his that reflected the beauty of the skies and the seas- or whenever he offered his hand to help you with whatever you were stuck on, the very same warmth would erupt in your chest, spreading all throughout your body and ensnaring you in such heat that you would certainly have been crowned the title of Cupid's most lovestruck victim.

And who wouldn't fall in love with Chuuya Nakahara? He was strong, handsome, and rich- three qualities that would've already caught the attention of many people the moment they laid their eyes on him. Despite being somewhat violent and brash towards enemies, he was normally calm and thoughtful, alongside being respectful to anyone he deemed as harmless. Nobody could resist his unspoken charm- with you being proof of that.

But beneath that tough guy mask he showed to everyone was a soul so kind and loyal that anyone would weep at his tragic predicament. A soul that clearly didn't deserve to be trapped in the hellish depths of the Port Mafia, where his hands were stained innumerable times with blood; blood that had no right to belong on the palms of an angel. The very same palms that had held yours as you grew up alongside him all throughout the years, offering a strong and stable sense of support in the abyssal underworld of Yokohama.

You were the only person whom he was softer to. He was still rougher around the edges in the friendship, but you didn't miss the way that he would step in front of you protectively when you met a formidable enemy. Or when he would buy you something you'd only eyed for a second longer, not taking no for an answer as he placed the gift in your hands without expecting anything in return.

Those were only the tip of the iceberg. Chuuya had risked his very own life for you multiple times, even if he had tried to deny it with the statement that he had it all under control. He would also bandage your wounds for you, while scolding you about being too reckless on the mission. You knew that he secretly didn't mind treating your injuries, though. It was what best friends were for, afterall.

It was obvious that you had a special place in his heart.

And he had stolen yours.

You would've confessed to him first, if only he hadn't confessed about something else that made the words die on your lips as soon as it left his.

"Hey, Y/N, can I tell you something? You must promise to keep it a secret though."

You looked up at Chuuya, who was standing with his hands in his pockets. The two of you were currently standing on the balcony of the apartment that the Port Mafia provided for it's subordinates, with the city of Yokohama serving as a witness to the moment between the two of you. A pair of best friends whom shared a bond so deep and precious that it couldn't have been replaced by anything else in the world.

"Of course. You can tell me anything, Chuuya. I promise that I'll take it to my grave." You straightened up from your slouched position on the railing, facing him. Underneath the moonlight, he looked as gorgeous as ever- the epitome of beauty for all mortals to admire. As if in response to the thought, your heart beat sped up, preparing you for the confession you'd tell him after he finished speaking.

Chuuya inhaled a short breath, before releasing it in a quick sigh. You tilted your head, staring at him with curious eyes, despite just wanting to grab him by the shoulders and profess how much you loved him. Surely he must have felt the same way you felt towards him, right? Even Mori had noticed how the executive acted different around you compared to everyone else.

Just say the three words already, you silently begged.

"I like Yasuko."

You blinked.

Time seemed to come to a stop as you wondered if you had heard him wrong. But you knew that you didn't.

"T-The civilian girl that you managed to save from an enemy organisation a few months ago?" You cursed at the stutter, but Chuuya didn't seem to notice. Instead, he seemed to be... shy, almost. The look in his eyes had noticeably softened at the mention of her name- a look that he never gave you in all the years of your friendship with him.

"Yes. She wanted to repay me for my help, and I somehow couldn't say no to her. Then after getting to know her for a few months... I realised that what I felt for her was stronger than what I felt for anyone else. She makes me feel... safe. Warm. Like she was a haven I could always return to." Each word felt like an iron-hot knife being stabbed into your heart, with the blade twisting deeper and deeper into your flesh as you slowly comprehended what Chuuya was telling you.

"... That's great," You forced yourself to say, smiling at him through your pain.

"She deserves someone as gentlemanly and loyal as you. Someone who would never hesitate to put her needs before his. Who would treat her right and make all the other ladies jealous of the pure love you have for her."

Your heart was shrieking at you, pleading for you to stop before all chances you had with him were gone. But you pushed your feelings behind the best-friend mask that you always wore around him. Chuuya's happiness was what mattered to you, even if it meant that you had to suffer for eternity to let that happen.

"You should tell her how you feel. Because I guarantee you that she definitely does reciprocate those feelings." You patted him on the shoulder, before heading back into the room so that he could make his decision.

He didn't know that you had collapsed onto the floor as soon as you shut the door behind him, clutching your chest as it threatened to tear you to pieces because of the pain. He didn't know that you had cried yourself to sleep that night, the hot tears staining your pillow that muffled the sounds of your heartbreak so that you wouldn't alert any of the other residents. And he didn't even need to know, because his eyes were focused only on Yasuko.

He took your advice, confessing to the girl a few weeks later with a bouquet of roses and the finest chocolate that you could find in Yokohama; and just as you predicted, she harboured the same feelings towards him. They were the sweetest couple ever, and your best friend genuinely appeared the happiest that you had seen him. His new girlfriend was nice, polite, and slightly shy- an angel truly fitting for the kind sinner that Chuuya Nakahara was. Hell, you even met her a few times, and any sort of dislike you harboured towards her seemed to disappear whenever she smiled that innocent smile at you. How could you hate her when she never did anything bad to you or your friend?

The butterflies in your stomach now turned to shards that pierced your chest whenever you saw him with Yasuko. Those loving eyes that you had stared at him with were now full of pain and longing, housing a heart of glass that already shattered long ago. Yet you covered it all up with a smile and your usual expression, even when it hurt so damn much.

It was you who stayed by his side when the Sheep betrayed him. It was you who comforted him and assured him that he was human even as he doubted it. It was you who held him close that night when he lost his friends after the Dragon's Head incident. And it was you who never left him ever since he joined the Port Mafia.

But why was it her that he fell for? Someone that he only knew for a couple of months, whilst you had known him for seven years. Seven long years of special camaraderie; of hurt, of loss, and of growth. Things that he could never hope to achieve again with Yasuko.

Was it because you were a killer? A monster that had taken away countless lives, and would continue to do so with no restraint for many years to come? Did Chuuya only decide to stay best friends with you because he pitied you? Or did he laugh about your foolish, helpless self with his girlfriend- his sweet sweet girlfriend that giggled and kissed him happily whenever he pulled her closer in private?

La Douleur Exquise, the French called it. The exquisite pain of pining after someone, knowing that it would never be returned even if you gave up your life for them. How fitting that the language of love would describe your situation perfectly.

Oh, how cruel it was, that fate decided to trap you in it's web of misfortune and laughed at your face as you tried so hard to move on from him.

You loved him dearly, but he would never come to reciprocate that love. How could he, when it was Yasuko that was the one he clearly needed and adored? Just like how a flower in the dark yearns for the light, you yearned for Chuuya to look at you like how he looked at her, even if it was for one second.

But you knew that it was impossible.

Because no matter how deeply you felt about him, his heart would forever belong to someone else.

Someone who wasn't you.

@circinuus @riiwrites @ruanais @sariel626 @chocsra @oldworldpoolhall @yuugen-benni @yasu-masashige @justcallmesakira @heartsfourdazai @i-just-like-goats

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Thinking about...

Sugarbaby!Dazai who is absolutely baffled when you take him to a highly expensive rooftop restaurant for a date. He was so embarrassed to admit he didn't have the money to pay :(( even more so when you told him you'd pay for everything without complaints.

Sugarbaby!Dazai who doesn't expect to be at the top of a luxurious penthouse when you asked if he'd like to come over to your house. He knew you were wealthy, you expressed that much when offering to pay the over a hundred dollar check at the restaurant earlier, how you held yourself, and the way you dressed.

Sugarbaby!Dazai who doesn't even think twice about moving out of his apartment when you ask him to move in with you weeks later. How could he refuse his lovely girlfriend who has him wrapped around her finger? 'Move in? Of course Bella, I could never resist you.'

Sugarbaby!Dazai who brags to Chuuya about how amazing his girlfriend is. Of course the shorter male doesn't believe it until Dazai invites him over. And Chuuya swears your wealth could actually rival his.

Sugarbaby!Dazai who gets shy every single time you offer to buy something for him, or give him gifts, and it only gets worse when he asks you to buy something for him. Poor baby is so ashamed.

Sugarbaby!Dazai who makes sure to repay you by burying his face between your legs, ripping orgasm after orgasm from you. He's got to let his baby know that he appreciates her of course. Beware, he'll have you going for hours until he believes he's repaid his debts. 'Stop squirming, belladonna. Need to make sure y'know how much I appreciate you~"

Sugarbaby!Dazai who is obsessed with the way you put on your most expensive lipstick just to smear it all over his lips and face from kissing it so much. Or the way your perfume lingers wherever you go, even when you're not around him. It drives him crazy, especially when on missions.

Sugarbaby!Dazai who is stuck at the agency daydreaming about you and what you could be doing right now. Another shopping spree? Eating lunch at the finest restaurant in Yokohama? He only stops when Kunikida scolds him, but once he leaves, Dazai is back to thinking about you.

Sugarbaby!Dazai who's mind almost exploded at the sight of his initials dangling from that diamond necklace of yours. Safe to say he had you in every position that night just to see those letters catch around your throat.

Sugarbaby!Dazai who protects you despite all you can afford. Just because your rich doesn't mean there are those who won't come after you. After all, Dazai is still the troublesome man to others. So if you happen to see a hooded figure following you, don't worry! It's your thoughtful boyfriend making sure you're safe.

Sugarbaby!Dazai who can't help but hold you as if he never will again. How could he not? He's got enemies everywhere, so just to see you alive and healthy is more than enough for him. 'Nothing's wrong, I just missed you is all.'

Sugarbaby!Dazai who's so in love and obsessed with the way you treat him. He just thrives off of the attention that is always on him no matter what. But he just adores the fact that no matter what the differences between you two and his life with the port mafia you love him and spoil him all the same. 'Ah belladonna, I love you, you know that, right?' 'Yes, 'samu, I love you too.'

Sugarbaby!Dazai who - thanks to you and your ungodly amount of money - managed to save up enough of his own to buy a beautiful wedding ring for you. He even paid for dinner this time, and waited for the perfect moment to propose. It was only when you both finished, and stood outside talking that he dropped down to both of his knees and begged asked for you to marry him. '[Name]..Please, please, will you do me the honor, of staying by my side for the rest of my suicidal life? Pretty pleaseeee?'

Sugarbaby!Dazai who's now your husband, still brags to everyone about how his wife is amazing and the best woman he could've ever asked for in his life. You still spoil him of course, but when he asks, you'll allow him to return the favor.

[raitonsfw]

𝚢𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 (𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞) | 𝚍𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚒 𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚞

synopsis: Dazai had saved you from the near pits of hell and you smiled at his invitation requesting that you join the agency. When you accepted his invitation, he was over the moon and you two quickly became inseparable. You obviously knew he had feelings for you and you thought nothing of it as you were too shy to return them. That is until he asks to spend the night in the midst of a snowstorm, let alone sleep in the same bed as you? You couldn’t say no, the thought of finally being with him weighing heavily on your mind.

warnings: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, virgin!reader, shy!reader, smut, first time, fingering, cunnilingus, breast play, grinding (specifically dazai grinding against the bed), p in v intercourse, a little bit of pain, teasing, slight dirty talk, cursing, consent, pining (if you squint), embarrassment (reader moans loudly and dazai fucking loves it), implied aftercare, mention of a dazai-typical suicide, reader wraps his bandages around him for him bc he cant do it himself (he’s a stubborn boy), pet names (darling, precious thing, baby, my dear), use of honorifics.

a/n: a piece for one of my dear followers, i hope you enjoy lovely! 🧡 personally adore writing dazai in every type of scenario and i also have another virgin!reader request for him with a special twist so fellow dazai lovers, be on the lookout for that in the next few days! wc: 3k. m.list

divider credit: @benkeibear

The air was astonishingly crisp and you sighed into your sleeve, the wind catching up to you to ultimately freeze you over. The coat you wore didn’t keep you very warm, it shouldn’t even be classified as a winter coat to be fair. Your boots crunched under the frost that had accumulated on the sidewalk and you bundled yourself up tightly as the winter picked up its rein over Yokohama, snow falling against the rooftops and you fumbled with your keys to the apartment door in front of you. 

Your apartment had a sickle warmth coming from it and you nearly collapsed onto the sofa from exhaustion. The day had been nothing but helping Yosano shopping in the heart of the city, the bags heavily weighing you down as she piled on top as much stuff she could possibly buy for the holidays. It was a cute gesture, you thought but you didn’t think that Ranpo needed that much candy stuffed into his stocking.

The sun had just begun to set, the lack of light barely registering as you looked around the dim apartment. It was neater than usual and you picked up the presence that somebody had cleaned it for you. The kitchen was tidied up with the exception of some baked treats sitting out on the counter and the living room had a scented candle lit against the coffee table. You couldn’t think of anyone else who had your house key besides Dazai. 

“Dazai-san?” You whispered out, looking towards the bedroom for his company. He sometimes stayed in your apartment after a much needed break from the agency dorms, away from its noise and the constant bugging of the other coworkers that resided there. You two were close, but there was still a certain distance kept between the both of you; but you trusted him nonetheless since he was the one who had invited you to join the agency. 

Peering into your bedroom, Dazai was fast asleep. Light snores came from him and you smiled to yourself as you moved over to wake him up. He was in your bed mind you, this has happened quite often and you found it adorable that he sought comfort in your bed. You knew he harbored feelings for you, that was the distance that refused to close between you two; you were simply just too shy to return his feelings and he never made a move on you in fear of making you uncomfortable. 

You placed your hand on his shoulder, the action enough to stir him from his sleep. His eyes lazily opened and he yawned loudly, “Oh, Y/N-san, you’re home.” 

“Thank you for cleaning.” 

“Needed a place to escape to, Atsushi-kun was driving me insane.” He whispered, stretching out onto the bed. He looked at you with a tired expression and you wished you could just gently lean down and kiss him but your nerves got the best of you. Again. You pressed your lips together as you pulled your hand away from his shoulder. 

“Can we share the bed tonight?” Dazai asked as he sat up from the bed, a smile playing on his lips. “It’s sooo comfy.” 

You blushed at his comment, completely blindsided by the sudden request from him. You were more than fine with him sleeping over, the snow had begun to pile up on the streets and it was beginning to look like a blizzard as it blew past the windows heavily. But sharing the bed is something he’s never asked you before, the intimacy of it making your cheeks hot. Normally he’d sleep on the sofa if he ever stayed over, leaving you to the privacy of your room. 

But this was different. Perhaps he was actually going to make a move on you? You weren’t really sure, the thought of it made your pulse quicken. Whatever happened you’d embrace it with open arms, hoping for a flourishing love with the man who had saved you from your old life.

You nodded and left him alone as you went about your home routines, though it didn’t last long as he followed you around your apartment with a grin. He ordered dinner for the both of you at no cost to you at all, though in truth it was probably Kunikida’s credit card he swiped because there was no way Dazai actually had more than twenty dollars on him. He rambled on about his day between mouthfuls and you found out about his suicide attempt had ultimately failed again, Ranpo’s breakdown about having not enough yummy snacks, and the holiday break coming up for the agency that you missed out on. 

Before you knew it, the clock struck late and you were standing in front of your bed after your shower, contemplating whether this was a good idea or not. Dazai had hopped in the shower after you, the water running as background noise for your thoughts. You dried off your hair, sitting on the edge of the bed and you heard the soft melodic hum of his song flow through the apartment. 

You dimmed the lights and went to find a book to read before bed when you heard the water turn off and you mildly panicked as he came out a few moments later, in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. You had just gotten underneath the covers, the book opened to the page where you left off last abandoned as you gazed at Dazai. 

“I left clothes here before, haven’t I?” He muttered to himself, rummaging around your room as you sat quietly on the bed watching him. The droplets from his hair ran down his exposed chest back, something you didn’t see very often as his bandages wrapped around him fully. You felt that ache between your thighs, that cursed feeling that you knew you couldn’t satisfy very well. You were heavily inexperienced after all, the slightest bit of arousal made you quiver and you’ve never actually been with anyone due to the quietness you displayed.

“I think you left them in the second drawer, Dazai-san.” You murmured quietly, pointing to the dresser next to you. He glanced over to it then laughed to himself, opening the dresser to retrieve his clothing and a fresh stash of bandages to wrap himself in. 

“Of course I did, making myself right at home aren’t I?” He disappeared back into the bathroom and you exhaled shakily, pressing your thighs together underneath the covers. 

You heard a soft noise of disapproval from behind the closed door and Dazai came out with only his sweats on, a mild irritation waving over his face. “Kunikida-kun bought me the wrong brand. They don’t wrap right.” 

“Let me see?” You offered quietly, extending your hand out for the roll of bandages. He placed the wrinkled ball in your hand, (he must’ve balled them up in frustration), and you smoothed them out gently. Dazai sat in front of you in a criss-cross, his eyes following your movements as you started the end of the bandage at his shoulder. 

“I’ll start the wrap for you, then you do the rest yourself.” You said, holding onto the end of the wrap with your finger as you tangled the next wrap behind his neck and to the crevice of his other shoulder. You continued your motions for a bit, repeating it over and over until you got to his arms. You were practically red from the amount of time you stared at his chest while wrapping, but you kept silent as you handed the roll back to him. 

“Can you do the rest please?” Dazai pouted at you, thrusting the bandages back into your hands. You didn’t know why he wanted you to do it, he was already mostly wrapped in the bandages.

“W-Why?”

“Because I like seeing how flustered you get.” He said with a slight taunt and you dropped the bandages in his lap as you finished one loop around his arm. You couldn’t respond, a flush spreading throughout your cheeks again as you reached down to pick up the roll when you noticed the prominent bulge in his sweats. 

He was hard. In front of you, in the middle of your bed, and your heart skipped a beat. You felt the arousal slick right against your panties and you could barely contain yourself as your hand faltered whilst reaching the bandages. You must’ve been a bit obvious though as your chin was lifted up to look back at him and his dark brown eyes stared back at you with a glint of lust clouding the rims.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Dazai cooed, leaning in closer to you with a smirk. “Cat got your tongue?” 

“Dazai-san…” You whispered and he closed the space between you two, finally. You squeaked in surprise as he swiped his tongue into your mouth with ease and he pushed you back into the pillows gently. He climbed over top of you as he deepened the kiss, the bandages abandoned at his side, and you placed your hands on his chest. 

“This is okay, right?” He murmured into the kiss, moving to plant kisses down your neck and your voice trailed off as you attempted to speak. 

“Um, yes but…” Dazai came up from your neck to look at you with a worried expression. 

“What is it, Y/N-san?” He asked, about to get up but you instantly held him in place. You didn’t want to give him the wrong idea, you definitely wanted him, wanted this– but he had to know you were a virgin. 

“I’m a virgin.” You whispered, averting your gaze with the crimson tint in your cheeks coloring even more. “Is that okay?” 

It was more than okay in Dazai’s eyes, he’d show you– the girl he grew to admire from day one, all the ways he could love you and care for you. No one else had the pleasure to touch you as he did, he wanted you all to himself. Ever since he found you stranded from the depths of despair and nursed you back towards the agency with wide eyes. That’s why he was quick to close the gap between you two, he couldn’t stand to see someone else take you as theirs. 

“Of course it is.” Dazai assured as his fingers slipped into the shorts you wore, playing with the waistband for a moment. His other hand cupped at your breast lightly and he came down to kiss it over clothed skin. You held onto his back as he laid himself fully on top of you now, grinding into your thigh slightly. “Am I allowed to…?” 

“Yes, please.” You said and you felt him ruck up your shirt, pressing open mouthed kisses into the flesh of your exposed breast. Dazai sucked a bruise into it lovingly and you moaned out softly, his tongue lapping around your nipple. A small groan escaped him when you dug your fingers into his back, his fingers sliding through the wetness of the inside of your panties. They brushed against your clit and into your heat with acuteness and you couldn’t help the loud gasp you let out. 

“My my, aren’t we loud in bed?” He teased as he pulled away from your breast to tend to the other one, the sensation of his mouth and fingers making you see stars. “You precious thing– so quiet at the agency but when I do this...” He plunged a second finger in, emitting another loud whine from you, “You go crazy.”

You quivered under his touch as he curled his fingers into you, in and out, and you watched him bow down to kiss at your clit, promptly pulling your shorts and panties down in one fell swoop. He licked a fat stripe up the entirety of your cunt next to his fingers, savoring the way you tasted on his tongue with a grunt. 

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy now.” Dazai moaned out into you as your thighs squeezed around his shoulders and you felt the bed shake slightly and your hands gripped his hair as you looked down. He was grinding against the edge of the mattress now and honestly, you thought you were about to die right then and there; he was so fucking turned on by you that he needed the friction, any friction, and you felt another wave of arousal shoot up your spine.

Your eyes squeezed shut as Dazai rubbed gently against your sweet spot and your head fell back onto the pillows, your back arching into the delicious feeling. He moved back up onto you, his chin wet with your arousal and he wiped it off against his forearm as he bent down to cover you in hickeys.

“Feel good, baby?” He asked in earnest and you nodded with a pitch to your breath; he was incessantly rubbing at the soft spot now, like he was desperate to make you cum for the first time with someone. 

“D-Dazai-san, please…” You whimpered out, clutching onto the base of his hip and he immediately realized what you wanted. You wanted him.

“Ready now, my dear?” Dazai made eye contact with you as he leaned back and you swooned as he pulled out his fingers, your slick dripping down them. He parted your legs with his knees, wedging himself between you as he palmed at his clothed cock. “Just can’t wait, can you?” 

He pulled himself out of his sweats, stroking his length a few times as you ogled at him. He was big, much bigger than you expected and you nearly drooled out of habit. Dazai positioned himself against your entrance, resting his one hand on your waist as the other guided his cock into you, inch by inch. There was a hint of pain, the pressure surrounding your middle and you closed your eyes tightly. It went away as he stopped stretching you open instantly, searching your face for any more discomfort.

“Are you okay?” Dazai breathed out, peppering little kisses wherever he could reach to lull the pain. His hips jolted a bit as you squirmed against him, but he stayed still to let you adjust. His free hand came to caress your cheek, thumbing it softly as he made sure you weren’t in too much pain. “If it hurts too much, we can stop-”

“K-Keep going.” You wrapped your legs around him, letting him bury himself into you deeper and you both choked on a quiet whimper as he fully bottomed out. Dazai groaned out quietly as you got used to his cock splitting you nearly in two. You felt so full, the twitch of his dick nearly made you cry out in ecstasy. “You can move…” 

Dazai nodded into your skin, pulling out of you halfway, then rolling his hips back into you at a slow place. You gripped onto his back again, the bandages slipping loose as he started to fuck into you earnestly and you couldn’t hold back the whimpers that flew out of your mouth. Dazai’s eyebrows furrowed and his mouth was agape from how good he felt and soft little ahs- filled the once silent air.

“God, so t-tight around me.” He stuttered out with a whine to his voice, rocking into you sensually as you became overwhelmed by such a throbbing feeling, sucking in a sharp breath. You felt the heat spreading underneath your skin, his cock hitting just right against your walls and you couldn’t help but arch your back up into him, your hips moving against his. The building pleasure spread like a wildfire and your thighs trembled, it wasn’t enough– you needed more.

“D-Dazai– Osamu!” You cried out as he nipped at the bud of your nipple harshly and he hummed, glancing up at you. His eyes were like the black of night, nearly enveloped in the drunk feeling and as you clenched around him hard while he languidly thrusted his hips, they squeezed shut and he panted out a few curses. 

“Shit, shit, fuck you feel so good...” He gasped out, pounding into you harder now and you felt your orgasm in the pit of your tummy. His fingers traced back to your clit, teasing it with each stroke of his cock and you writhed against him as your release hit you hard, stars imprinting on the back of your eyelids. You moaned out his name, pressing yourself further onto his dick as your walls fluttered around him and you barely heard his groan as he pulled out of you quickly. His hips stuttered and he spurted all over your tummy and chest with a broken moan, fucking into his hand until he came down from his high. 

“How was it, darling?” Dazai asked, out of breath as he pressed a kiss on your forehead. He wiped off his cum with some of his loose bandages and you vaguely understood you were going to have to restart your previous wrapping as you watched him. “Everything you imagined?” 

You didn’t answer him, too embarrassed by your moans from earlier. He hummed softly in your ear, planting a kiss behind it as you sat up in his arms. “You sounded like an angel, if that’s what you’re embarrassed about.”

“How did you know that’s what I was thinking about?”

“You think I don’t know you? You’ve always been shy, especially around me. And when you have such wanton moans…” He laughed to himself, helping put your clothes back on lovingly. “No, seriously don’t be embarrassed, you almost made me go feral.”

You shivered as he moved to the other side of the bed, playing back the moment in your head and your cheeks blushed red again. And Dazai, of course, noticed and teased you for it. “Still flustered?” 

That gap that had distanced the both of you silently closed as you grasped onto the feeling he gave you. You didn’t have to tell him how you felt, he knew. And he didn’t have to go out of his way to make a move when he already has. Everything was now perfect, the frost melting within the snowtops of the trees.

“Come cuddle with me, Y/N. It’s cold outside and I wanna warm you up.”

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[darling--angst]

Hii! congrats on 100 followers!! May I have Sports, (1), Ranpo, Romantic, maybe reader feels sad/lonely due to not exactly feeling as though she deserves ranpo's love so he confronts her about how she seems blue

Sports

Pairing: Ranpo x Civilian! Reader

Type: Oneshot

Genre: Fluff/Comfort

Warnings: kissing

Synopsis: The summer came and it was really stressful for the agency, things went on as usual but Ranpo felt that something was wrong with his lover, and he was right.

A/n: This idea is so cute! I really had fun writing this :)

Event // Ada. Masterlist // M.Masterlist

The hot summer breeze passed through the open windows of the agency and the complaints of the the members are all you can hear.

"Kunikidaa! Can you set the temperature a little lower?" Ranpo complained from his desk, a mini fan just beside his sweating face.

"I'm afraid not Ranpo-kun, we have to spend less since our budget is a little off because there aren't that many requests that have yet been completed" Kunikida continued typing on his laptop despite his hair being completely completely soaked with his sweat.

"Kunikida-kun!! I'm bored!" Dazai's muffled cries was heard from the lounge, his face planted on the couch. He ignored him but stopped when he heard Yosano step out of the infirmary with her machete on hand.

"Do you need something Yosano-sensei?" He asks slowly turning to face her.

"Does anyone want to go to the mall with me? I have to buy some supplies?"

"Maybe I could go with you, after finishing this document.. but may I ask why do you have your machete with you.?" He asked.

"Well before going I'd like to ask someone if they want treatment" She nonchalantly responded. Everyone except Ranpo and Dazai dropped cold sweat her words before ducking as she made a finger like motion on who to chose. Unfortunately for Kunikida, he was on his chair and he ducked last.

"Hmm... Oh! It seems like you really like my treatment Kunikida..." She smirked before walking towards him.

"Wait-! Yosano-sensei! I still have things to do in my schedule! Please!" He screamed as Yosano dragged him inside the infirmary. After that, everyone let out a sigh they have been holding, not minding his screams.

"hmm... I miss (name)-chan.." Ranpo muttered, his right cheek squashed on the table.

The day went on per usual. Kunikida was shining, with drool slipping past his lips as his chin laid on his desk after Yosano operated on him for 7 times. Dazai was slacking off in the couch, sweat pooling on the cushions. Naomi was clinging onto Tanizaki, their body heat and sweat mixing as she clung onto his side. Kenji and Atsushi were out on a mission about an exploding car. Ranpo was on his desk with his mini-fan and snacks, it was a normal day but he suddenly had a feeling that something is wrong, or that something will go wrong.

It was finally time for clock out. He watched as the clock slowly ticked each second until the bell rang. Grabbing his things, he walked passed Kunikida who was closing his laptop, and met Dazai just by the door, throwing in his coat.

"See you tomorrow everyone!" Dazai hummed before completely walking out the Agency. Ranpo didn't even say goodbye to them, he rushed out, only throwing in his hat, he left; earning confusion from many.

"Hmm.. something's wrong with Ranpo-kun.." Tanizaki stated.

"Maybe an emergency? Anyway let's get that cake from last time Jun'ichirō!" Naomi tossed herself into him, getting both of them out of balance. The other agency members didn't mind them and continued to leave with the same thought: "is Ranpo really okay? Did he and (name) argue?"

Ranpo walked on the sidewalk of Yokohama to his and his lover's shared apartment. His heads was filled with thoughts on what may be wrong, and before he knew it, he reached his destination. Opening the door, he stumbles on a table of untouched food, covered by a cloche. He muttered a small "I'm home" before he removed his shoes and hung his coat on the hanger, looking around, he saw no signs of you. He started to panic now, he was about to barge inside the bedroom until he heard your footsteps. You opened the door to see Ranpo with opened and wide eyes.

"Oh hey love welcome home" you tried your best to smile and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Yeah.." It was the only thing he said before he followed you to the dining area. He thought that he was too paranoid but he couldn't help but notice the smudged concealer below your eyes. He never said anything about it, afraid that his suspicious are true, hoping to have something prove him wrong.

The dinner was quiet. The only sounds are the utensils hitting the plate and the small buzzing of the florescent light hanging on the ceiling. You were now cleaning, as you picked up his plate to clean the dishes he stopped you.

"Is something wrong, dear?" He asked you but you only halted from your movements before continuing to put the plate on the sink.

"Yeah, of course! Why would I be not?" You faced him to try smile at him. He stood up and now you were looking at him straight in the eyes.

"You're not." He stated, his hand finding it's way to your cheek, caressing it. You leaned into his hand, feeling his warmth, and you unconsciously smiled before responding:

"I am." You let out a breathless sigh before you flinched as his thumb smudged the concealer beneath your eyes.

"What's this.?" He looked at his thumb and your eyes widened. He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from you.

"it's- it's nothing.!" You slapped his hand away but only then did you realize what you did.

"Your eyes are puffy.. now please tell me what really happened.." He reached for your cheek, wanting to convince you to tell him the truth.

"I... I'm sorry" you ignored his question, more focused on what you did. Hanging your head low, you clenched your fists. Your expression darkened and thoughts ran on your mind: "I'm hurt him... I should've never done that.. now he will leave me! No,nono!". Panicking, your hands trembled and he tried calling your name but you didn't respond.

"Dear.. dear... (name)!" He grabbed you by the shoulder slightly shaking you, snapping you out of your thoughts. Tears unconsciously began to pool up in the corners of your eyes as you looked up and saw him giving you a concerned look on his face.

"Ranpo.?" You muttered and he let out a breathy sigh of relief.

"I know something is wrong.. so please just tell me.?" He confronted you and your breath hitched at his question. "There really is nothing to hide from you, the world's greatest detective—no from Edogawa Ranpo.." you thought to yourself, biting your lower lip.

"Ranpo..." You let out a breathless sigh and he tensed up at your actions.

"Just tell me what's wrong. I'll make sure to fix it.. please" The last part was more like a whisper yet his voice cracked. Your eyes widened at his words and thought: "He really is perfect.. He'll comfort me when I'm upset and he goes out of his way to make sure I feel alright... While I... I do nothing..". Your head hung low once again, biting your lip, and trying to stop the incoming tears that blurred your vision.

"Ranpo.. I love you.. but you deserve someone better.. someone who can solve crimes, who can keep up with your intellect.. and someone who- someone who isn't me" You struggled to say those words but you knew it was the truth. He struggled to find meaning behind your words, his hand never left your shoulder in an attempt to make sure you'll face him.

"Hey.. it doesn't matter that you're job is not related to a detective's work... It never mattered if you can't keep up with my so called intellect—" he said softly, lifting your chin up to look at him, and brushing away the tears that escaped your eyes. You were puzzled with what he's saying but nonetheless, you listened, feeling comfort in him.

"—you're you. And that's what makes me love you. You keep up with my childish antics, you help me understand things I find trivial, and most importantly, because you found a way to love me sincerely.. you saw me as Edogawa Ranpo and not as my title as the World's Greatest Detective" He softly removed a strand of hair from your face, then he gently cupped your cheeks.

"But I-" having tried find your words you tried to speak up but you can't as he already hushed you with a deep and passionate kiss. You closed your eyes tasting a faint taste of sweet candy while feeling butterflies in your stomach. A few seconds passed by before your lips parted, he brushed away some tears that unconsciously left your eyes before leaning his forehead with yours.

"I would be not be the World's Greatest Detective but a fool if I were to let you go" He whispered in your ear before kissing your forehead, cheeks, and the back of your hand in a gentleman-like-manner.

"Now let's go I'm sleepy!" He leaded you to your shared bedroom by the hand.

"But what about the dishes-?" Before you could protest he hushed you by saying:

"The dishes can wait for tomorrow, I can't!" With that you gleefully smiled at him.

That night both of you slept in each other's embrace, cuddling below the blanket, using one another as your personal pillow. You felt warm and secure around Ranpo and he felt the same with you. He doesn't know what he'll do in life without you and you don't know how you will be without him.. You two really are perfect for each other.

A/n: When I was writing this the whole idea was so fluffy and sweet hile my earphones was playing intense violin concertos/op by Tchaikovsky..

[rae-writes]

I humbly ask for more ranpo and poe, nsfw or not; whatever is fine, have a great day <33

gods, I love these two :((

sfw

dressing up in Poe's gothic/victorian style and slow dancing around his extensive library (it's not a want, it's a need) <3

having dessert dates with Ranpo where you travel to different sweet shops outside of Yokohama to see what they have and taste test the things you've never tried before <3

Poe getting all giddy when he catches you reading one of his books/short stories in your free time <3

And Poe feeling his heart melt when he sees you caring for Karl <3

Ranpo falling in love all over again when he watches you snap at someone who was undermining him <3

and Ranpo getting all softly smug whenever you go around happily parading 'the great detective, love of my life' as your boyfriend <3

falling into habit with Ranpoe, before the three of you even start dating, and waking up one day to realize you're all in love with one another so three shy confessions end up happening in the early morning as you collectively prepare breakfast in your shared apartment <3

spring/fall cleaning with Ranpoe, except it's highly chaotic and sometimes you can't remember what you've gotten done yet because Ran is slipping around on the floor and knocking into Poe- who was actively trying to help- which sends them both to the floor, leaving you to come over and give them 'feel better' kisses where they fell and 'hurt' themselves <3

going on outings with Ranpoe (and Karl, of course) and generally having a normal, peaceful time, butttt sometimes you just end up sprawled out on the pavement as the three of you try to untangle yourselves while laughing so hard you can't see through the tears (don't ask how, but it happened once...you're pretty sure it was Ranpo's fault, but who knows?) <3

nsfw [below the cut]

putting pretty butterfly clips in Poe's hair, pinning it away from his pretty eyes, and then riding him in his office chair; he's so embarrassed that he can't cover his eyes with his hair anymore, which makes his moans and whimpers all the more louder (especially when you tell him how pretty he is) <3

trying on Ranpo's coat and hat on a whim, but he thinks you're just the cutest thing ever, so he immediately bends you over his desk right there in the agency and shoves his fingers in your mouth to keep you from being too loud <3

letting Poe buy you whatever he wants cause he begs so nicely to spend his money on you. He never asks for a single thing in return, but he also won't refuse when you drop to your knees and wrap your mouth around his cock- whatever you want is what you'll get and he's more than happy to give you his cum <3

talking to Ranpo about his snarky behavior after a few complaints are made and getting a bit miffed when your boyfriend doesn't want to listen— curling your fingers around his clothed cock seems to do the trick, but you barely give him any friction until he's whining and begging and promising to keep his attitude in check <3

being sandwiched between Ranpoe, dizzily pleasured by Poe's soft words and touch contrasted by Ran's more rougher touch and teasing words; you've got nowhere to go when you're suspended in the air by both of them- and taking both their cocks at the same time- so you simply grip onto each of them and take turns swapping spit, content to fall limp and get fucked out <3

settling between Ranpoe, hunched over on your knees while they're laid out on their backs, giving slow kisses to each of them one at a time, hearing the other whine when they think they're being left out. Poe lays quietly, only softly tugging your shirt when you haven't been focusing on him in a while; he gives you the prettiest sounds of pleasure when you come back to him and shyly begs to be fucked first. Ranpo, meanwhile, whines and complains loudly when he feels left out, tugging at your hand and guiding it to his aching bulge when you don't respond; he hears Poe's plea, and it makes him finally snap his mouth closed when he realizes you're going to fuck Poe first because Ran's been a brat the whole time- and that makes him whimper pitfully <3

[elvestoneanzelote1]

thought: m! Y/N is Fijirald’s eldest son, or simply the firstborn, or from a previous relationship. He fled the country at the age of 17 because of a quarrel with his father, a very strong quarrel, and fled to Japan, to Yokohama, where he became an entrepreneur and does charity work. Only kept in touch with my mother/stepmother (Zelda) and sister. Now, at 20 years old, he is one of the investors/associates of the detective agency and communicates well with the employees; He doesn't say anything about his family, except that they are in a quarrel. I lived quietly, but suddenly a guild comes to town... (be sure to do Platonic Yandere: Fitzgerald, and the rest is optional) thanks for your attention (*´˘`*)♡

A:n- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵! 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘵.

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𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

(𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤) 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘪𝘵𝘻𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘥 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 (𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦) 𝘈𝘋𝘈.

The moment the argument started.

Fitzgerald was much more frustrated than you. Why would you want to work somewhere secluded alone?

You have all the money!

His business will soon be yours!? Why

Can't you just accept that.

Yet you do not and argue with him as if you are going to be much more successful than he is...

And the fact you left after the quarrel he declare you as an outcast.

Which you happily agreed and left.

To Japan.

Though he won't admit but he was slightly guilty... And Zelda your mother try to reassure Fitzgerald.

Later on when the daughter died.

His sole hope wwd you who can... Do something about Zelda.

Despite he won't admit but he is just an overprotective father.

He already lost his daughter.

He can't lose another child of his.

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When he find out you were with the Agencies.

He try to buy you out but Fukuzawa refuses.

Your freedom is your choice not his.

He try to ammend it... Try to talk it out and tell you about your sister... And... How he is guilty.

But the Agency had other plans.

They stopped him or you from talking which you were glad but not for Francis.

He was much more annoyed by it.

So when he got the chance during the agency been a criminal.

He make sure none knows you are apart of agency and took you away when the agency collapse.

As long as you are safe and within his watch that's all it matter.

As long as it is.

He will bear your hatred.

Of why he brought you here in a lock room

When the agency need your help.

Till then...

He will make sure you are safe.

For the sake for Zelda.

And for the sake of him been a responsible father... He failed to be once.

For today onwards.

He will make sure no trouble you shall ever meet again.

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A:n- that's all! Good day night to all!

[mrmissmrsrandom]

Kamui realizes that if Subaru regularly ends up in his apartment he should buy an ashtray. Kamui has accepted that he’d rather have Subaru over than him having to excuse himself to go stand in the designated smoking area outside his apartment (someone complained about him doing it on the balcony and Subaru looked like he just punched an elderly person with the look of mortification on his face when Kamui said, breaking his usual taciturn expression).

Kamui initially thinks to go to a local store, trying to think of one: he never really paid any mind to the style of ashtrays before. A simple one might work best, but in post-Apocalypse averted AU, Tokyo was still rebuilding back to the old hustle and bustle (at this point, think of how Yokohama looks/functions as a city in Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou), so he can’t simply *go* to a department store.

So, he goes to the local market on market day, and attempts to barter. He sucks at it, until one booth owner takes pity on him and shows them some Novelty ones they’ve been trying to sell.

“People smoke less these days: harder to get cigarettes I guess.” The owner shrugs. “But feels like a waste to let things that used to be commonplace serve no purpose, huh?”

Kamui can understand that, and is grateful. He purchases one. However…

Subaru is leaning against the doorframe to his apartment, shaking with barely controlled laughter at the tanuki ashtray Kamui picked out.

“He’s so… jovial…” Subaru stuttered, while Kamui floundered: embarrassed but also over the moon hearing Subaru laugh.

[maxorstrade]

HEADCANONS OF MY 2 FAV SHIPS🩷

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A little disclaimer, lol!!! This has a com/darkship(Shibusawa x Atsushi), and I think SteinCraft(Steinbeck x Lovecraft) might be a little bit of a proship due to the age-gap…so if you’re uncomfortable or do not like, respectfully LEAVE!!

Ships: SteinCraft (John Steinbeck x H.P. Lovecraft), ShibuAtsu (Shibusawa x Atsushi)

ShibuAtsu

[ Shibusawa, an ability user, also a depressive asshole, only interested in the “one that make every user envious of his(Atsushi) ability”, said to have the “most powerful” ability. Henceforce, Shibusawa was immediately interested when he heard that. ]

• Shibusawa follows Atsushi all around Yokohama, taking pictures of Atsushi at every angle possible, trying to go un-noticed.

• Quite like the last head-canon, Shibusawa takes pictures of Atsushi everywhere. When Atsushi goes to Café Uzumaki, Shibusawa watches from afar, because of course, why the hell would he just walk into the A.D.A’s agency? Only reason: Atsushi! Yet, he doesn’t. He goes and watches Atsushi through the window of his apartment, only when Kyoka isn’t there; He takes pictures. Shibusawa puts the pictures on his walls, in his room, etc.

• Atsushi is uncomfortable and dislikes Shibusawa, but he gets closer to Shibusawa. Shibusawa makes Atsushi be with him in Arahabaki, not letting him leave; so that Atsushi feels like the only person he has is Shibusawa.🩷

• Sometimes, Shibusawa makes clothes for Atsushi to wear!!! Atsushi doesn’t mind the clothes, he enjoys them.

(Shibusawa is abusive in a lot of ways to Atsushi💕)

SteinCraft

[ John Steinbeck, a member of the Guild, met Lovecraft, a 200+ year old sea-creature/monster, once while fishing after the Guild got stuck on a little island while trying to go to Yokohama, Japan. John was quite shocked, yet thought that the creature he was looking at was … cool??? ]

• John would teach Lovecraft how to act like a human-being, so that they could go on dates in public. But Lovecraft says things like “You’re my favorite human.” In public…which draws attention and weird-looks to them, but John thinks it’s funny.

• Whenever they go get snacks, mostly Chocolate or Ice-Cream, Lovecraft always finishes first. He always asks John if he could have his after. John either gives him the said snack, or buys him another one!

• Lovecraft usually uses his tentacles to grab/hug John, John thinks it’s cute, while the other Guild members think it’s funny.

• (just a head-canon of the Guild.) Once, Nathaniel tried to crucify Lovecraft because he thought he was a spawn of satan😭. John told Nathaniel to never do that again and said “He might not be human, but gosh, he’s still a member of the Guild…” Which, made Mark laugh. Louisa was writing what just happened, with a little smile. Lucy giggled a little. Francis and Herman just sighed. Margaret told Nathaniel to leave Lovecraft alone, and giggled. :3

• Lovecraft often goes to sleep in the ocean, and John doesn’t mind yet he feels alone. So, John sits by the ocean, watching the sunset thinking of Lovecraft. <3

{I might make a fanfic soon😼)

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[inamagicalhallucination]

au where everything is the same but dazai and atsushi own a flowershop

i thought cafe first but i didnt want dazai to poison everyone

like dazai quits the mafia, blows up chuuya's car, leaks a shit ton of info, wanders for like a month, meets atsushi, kidnaps atsushi, goes back to yokohama, opens a small flower shop with an apartment on top where he and atsushi live

maybe they join the ada, but mostly they sell flowers

no one in the pm or the ada really has any reason to go to a small flower shop in some random corner so no one recognizes dazai

maybe a few underlings but atsushi uses his amazing (lying) lying skills and says that's actually his brother razai or some shit and they believe him

anyway

kenji is a regular after he joins the ada btw, he comes to buy flowers and donate plants and strikes up a friendship so now dazai and atsushi get fresh fruits and veggies from kenji and yeah kenji buys flowers and puts them everywhere becuz look at how hard his friends worked on them !!

kunikida comes to visit once becuz he wanted flowers and no shop got them just right - atsushi tries his best to get them and kunikida says theyre fine and he has so reason to come again, but he does potentially becuz of the stack of books atsushi had behind the counter becuz like he had no prior education - and kunikida says he's there just becuz but he spends hours of atsushi's free time helping him study and then he says he's just there for atsushi but he also seems to enjoy dazai's company in his own kunikida way

ranpo comes claiming he got lost but dazai's pretty sure he's there for atsushi and him actually - he has little interest in the flowers but he sticks around and invites himself to dinner occasionally and likes to pick dazai's mind - he's leading them towards joining the agency lowkey but ahem its a secret

anyway the others come too im tired of thinking

akutagawa when he's dating a flower shop owning civilian and meets his brother and yeah

oh wait alternatively akutagawa watching his cute flower shop owning civilian of a crush/bf beating the enemy of the week close to death

they also sell poison but you cant prove it

[3unnyceleste]

Potato head

Cg! Fyodor x Little! YN

This is an agere fic between the reader and Fyodor! He and his little one are out shopping, but when a toy causes a tantrum, he's at his wits end. *Malyshka means 'baby' in russian. TW: mention of timeout, being called a 'potato head' as a joke.

It was Friday: shopping day. Fyodor needed to go and grab some groceries from the local supermarket in Yokohama, and he brought you, his precious little one, along. He figured you were big enough to do so, seeing as you felt about 5-ish.

The shopping trip had started out well, and you were being very well behaved! He'd dressed you in a pair of denim overalls with peekaboo patches and a green-and-yellow striped t shirt, and he sported his usual attire, cloak and ushanka included. He'd managed to knock off many of the needed groceries, and even let you wear his Ushanka around the supermarket. However things started falling apart when Fyodor made a vital mistake:

Passing by the toys aisle.

It's not like he wouldn't spoil you, he loved spoiling you- but he wanted you to also learn that there was a time and place for such, and he kept new toys as a reward for a job well done or a special occasion. He didn't want you to expect toys every single day, and wanted you to stay grateful and mindful of the things you already had. As he strolled past, you tugged on his cloak. He sighed, knowing already what you were about to ask.

"Yes, malyshka? What is it you need, my little one?" Fyodor asked with patience. You immediately pointed to the brightly colored toy aisle:

"Papa, I wan' toys please!" You asked, eager to explore the toy aisle. Fyodor let out a deep sigh, knowing there was no turning back. One peek couldn't hurt right? Plus it was next to the cereal aisle, and he was meaning to grab some cereal anyway.

"You can go look at them while papa looks at the cereal okay? Don't stray far, malyshka." He warned, his voice full of paternal care, as he turned back to the cereals. You didn't wait for him to finish his sentence, and darted right over to the toys aisle, a not-so silent giggle escaping you. You felt so small in the large toy aisle, and every toy there was imaginable! Dolls, cars, baby blocks, kitchen toys, play food-

and there was Mr. and Mrs. Potato head, in all their plastic glory. You were THRILLED to say the least. And one thought ran through your regressed mind at that moment:

You wanted- no- you NEEDED them.

So what did you do? You ran straight back to your caregiver, who was busily examining the nutrition labels between Raisin Bran cereal (ick, you thought), and Frosted flakes (yum!). To your dissapointment, he picked the Raisin Bran cereal, and threw it in the cart with a loud *THUD*. However, you quickly pushed the thought of the icky cereal from your mind, and tugged on Fyodor's cloak. Fyodor turned to you, an eyebrow raised.

"Malyshka, what did we say about tugging? Could you please say 'papa', next time?" He lightly scolded, his voice still warm. You nodded quickly and rushed to interupt:

"Papa! Can I please, please, PLEASEEEEEE, get this??" You held up the plastic casing of the potato heads, giddy at the idea of TWO new toys! However Fyodor was firm. He loved you too much not to be, as he knew that discipline and rules were a must, especially in the headspace you were in.

"Let me see the toys Malyshka." He inspected the price of the duo pair. $30. Money wasn't an issue, the issue was he'd already bought you a new toy just a week ago. Buying another one so soon didn't seem reasonable, especially because all your toys were already fairly new, despite being slightly worn from the frequent play. He set the toy back in the toy aisle.

"I'm sorry, but we don't need this right now, dear. Now come on, let's go to the checkout." He reached for your hand to hold, but you pulled away. You felt upset, you wanted that toy so badly.

"But I want it!" You cried out, your annoyance becoming audible. You tried everything to convince him as he checked out: You tried puppy eyes, begging him, outright demanding it, and bribing him. (with your allowance of course, which didn't fool him.)

Eventually the two of you made it to the car. This was it, the last chance. There was one strategy you didn't do:

the dreaded tantrum.

You began stamping your foot to get his attention.

"PAPA! I want the toy NOW!" You cried out in frustration. Fyodor wasn't having it, however.

"Malyshka, that's enough! I have told you no! Now kindly get inside the car, and buckle up. Now." His voice left no room for argument. However you persisted, yelling and crying and stamping your foot, until he'd had enough.

"Little one, I'm dissapointed. I took you to the store knowing you were a big girl, but the way you acted in the store was unacceptable. And as a result, there WILL be consequences when we get home." Fyodor scolded. However his response was met with tears from you. You hadn't meant to push it so far, and you were STILL really upset about the potato heads. He let out an exhasperated sigh before picking you up in his arms and stroking your hair lovingly.

"Shhh.... Malyshka.... It's okay. I know you're a good little one, but you've been behaving like a petulant toddler... Papa loves you, you know this, Da?" He crooned as he gently pushed your pacifier into your mouth with one of his pale fingers. As you calmed down, he buckled you back in and drove the two of you home. At home, He wasted no time, and promptly placed you in the time out corner.

"There we are. Like I said, we don't throw tantrums in public. Now you must sit there and lose five minutes of playtime." He chided lightly and sat in a chair watching you.

After the timeout passed and many tears as well, he rocked you gently and pressed soft kisses onto your head.

"There, now have we learned our lesson, my little potato head?" He joked teasingly, his voice still while he stroked your hair.

~END~

[sensitiveheartless]

i am SO curious about "chuuya vs kotatsu" and "coffee shop au (or is it?)"; would you mind infodumping about them at all? 👀

*rubs paws together* I would absolutely LOVE to infodump about these fics!! Thank you for indulging me :D

(Side note, it's very fun that you asked about these two in particular, because they're kinda tonal opposites of each other)

Ok so the Chuuya vs Kotatsu fic can basically be described as follows:

Dazai is feeling neglected because Chuuya has been very busy with work, barely managing to come home some nights. To deal with his fiance very cruelly ignoring him (he is bereft, uncuddled, UNKISSED), Dazai buys a kotatsu and plonks it right in the middle of their apartment. He then proceeds to wax poetic about how comfortable and warm it is, and starts spending all of his time under it. Meanwhile Chuuya begins seriously considering fighting an inanimate object, all while trying to convince himself that he definitely is not jealous of a kotatsu.

Whereas the "coffee shop au (OR IS IT)" fic, uhhh...ok I'm going to attempt to summarize it without spoiling too much:

Chuuya is one of many baristas at the Port Cafe, a popular coffee shop in Yokohama. He has a lot of things in his life to be thankful for: his work, his friends, and his boyfriend Dazai (a troublesome man employed by the neighboring florist). It's a good life, and Chuuya is happy.

...Which is why it's so strange when things begin to feel a little off. Small things, at first. Like his friends Ryuu and Atsushi arguing—except why are they always so angry with each other? Or Chuuya's hair—everyone else says the cut is uneven because part of it got caught in a coffee machine and Chuuya had to chop a chunk of it off, but Chuuya sometimes can barely remember the incident (and how did that even work, anyway? Where the fuck would it have gotten stuck?). But things only spiral further from there. Chuuya starts seeing peculiar things out of the corners of his eyes, and worst of all—

There's something weird about Dazai.

(Basically it starts out as a coffee shop AU, but Something Else is happening, and the mystery starts bleeding a bit into the realm of horror.)

But yeah! I'll put the excerpts from these two under the cut, since this is already rather long :D but thanks again for encouraging me to ramble about these!

Chuuya vs Kotatsu excerpt:

Chuuya blinked, attempting in vain to process the vision before him. His exhaustion was not helping matters, nor were the swirling visions of paperwork still whirling through his mind from too many hours stuck behind a desk.

It had been a long couple of months. A rival organization was giving the Port Mafia more trouble than usual, and they were beginning to seriously interfere with Chuuya’s business. He still hadn’t managed to stomp the organization out, and the paperwork generated from their consistent infringement on Port Mafia territory kept piling up day after day. Chuuya was spending more and more time at headquarters, organizing attacks and sifting through endless strategies and files to work out the best way to corner them and chase them out for good. Many nights he didn’t even manage to stumble back to his apartment, instead falling asleep on his office couch.

However, none of that explained what he was looking at now.

“Welcome home,” Dazai said innocently, sipping a steaming mug of tea and fluttering his eyelashes at Chuuya over the rim.

“...Where the fuck did this come from?” Chuuya asked, squinting at the new addition to the living room.

It was a kotatsu. Rather plain-looking, and not very large, but Dazai had clearly made himself very comfortable underneath it in Chuuya's absence. Paperwork from the agency laid spread out in front of him, along with remnants of a meal—good, Chuuya noted absently, he’s been eating properly—and Dazai himself was practically lounging underneath the blanket of the kotatsu, cozily curled up with his tea.

“Well, someone has been leaving me all alone lately,” Dazai sniffed, setting down his mug and flopping his upper half across the tabletop like an overgrown cat. “And it’s almost winter. I had to find some way to keep warm.”

And the "coffee shop AU" excerpt:

The bell at the front of the shop jangled merrily, and Chuuya perked up at once. An involuntary grin spread across his face at the sight of the new arrival, a tall lanky man with a rose tucked behind one ear and a long coat drenched from the storm outside.

“Dazai!” Chuuya exclaimed, quickly drying his hands and dropping the towel back to the rack. He dodged out from behind the counter and threw himself forward into Dazai’s arms, heedless of the other’s rain-soaked clothing.

The taller man caught Chuuya easily and swung him around in a few stumbling circles. “Ah! Careful there,” Dazai laughed, settling Chuuya carefully back down on his feet. “Give me a bit more warning next time, I could have dropped you!”

“But you didn’t,” Chuuya retorted. He tried to go up on his tiptoes to kiss the other, as it seemed terribly rude that Dazai hadn’t even greeted him properly yet—but even stretching up as far as he could, he couldn’t quite reach. Uttering a frustrated little huff, Chuuya hooked his arms around Dazai’s neck and set about trying to tug his boyfriend down to bridge the gap himself.

Eh, what’s this? Is that a microscopic slug trying to climb me?

“Oh, fuck off, I’m not that small! Get down here already,” Chuuya grumbled reflexively, tugging harder.

There was a pause.

After a few seconds of puzzled silence, Dazai cocked his head to the side, a slight furrow in his brow. “...Chuuya?” he laughed, sounding a bit uncertain. “What do you mean? I didn’t say anything.”

Chuuya opened his mouth to argue, because of course he had, Chuuya had heard the insult! Except, after thinking back—

…Oh.

Dazai hadn’t said any such thing, had he? It had been in Chuuya’s head, like an echo of words never spoken.

“Aren’t you going to make fun of the fact I can’t reach?” Chuuya asked, squinting up at the other. Thinking was suddenly very difficult, like his mind was stuck in a thick fog, but he felt sure that Dazai should be taunting him right about then.

“Why would I?” Dazai countered with a warm smile, bending down to kiss Chuuya on the cheek. “I think it’s cute.”

Chuuya shuddered—

And just as Dazai was moving to kiss his lips as well, Chuuya flinched back.

It was an odd movement, startled and involuntary. Like someone who had just seen a spider somewhere it shouldn’t be.

Dazai’s smile faltered, and when seconds passed by and Chuuya didn’t move, remaining frozen and out of reach, the expression faded away entirely to be replaced by open concern. “Sweetheart?” Dazai asked, his hands still outstretched between them. “Hey, what's wrong?”

Wrong is exactly the right word for it! Wrong, wrong, it’s all wrong—!

—Chuuya blinked.

And the world shifted back into place, realigning itself ever so slightly.

Nothing was wrong. In fact, everything was wonderful. The afternoon sun was pouring through the shop windows, there were people talking and laughing in the street outside, and the magnolia tucked behind Dazai’s ear was bright and beautiful against his dark locks of hair.

“Nothing,” Chuuya said, smiling up at his boyfriend. “I’m just glad you had the time to stop by so early today. Is it a special occasion?”

[linkemon]

Nakajima Atsushi x Reader (selfship)

Selfship made for Patimiet on Wattpad.

Friendly reminder that English is not my first languge. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

◎ You've liked the boy since he first came to the Agency. You worked in the documentation department and didn't have a special skill. Your little brother owned superpowers and he got you the job but he died a few years ago. He did not die at the hands of the enemy, he was killed by an incurable disease. You remember him with a sad smile but you've mostly recovered from his loss. Atsushi reminds you of him in many ways, which is why you immediately liked him.

◎ You were particularly impressed when he shielded the bomb with his body during a simulated assault on the Agency. When he officially started working, you went to introduce yourself and you have to admit that he was absolutely terrible at paperwork. You offered to help him by spending the afternoon with him.

◎ Nakajima liked you very quickly and started looking for you during his breaks from work. Compared to Dazai and Kunikida, you were much calmer. You used to defend the boy, especially when Doppo had a whole list of complaints.

◎ The boy has bad days. Mostly because of self-esteem issues. You try to subtly praise him here and there from time to time. One time when he failed a mission, you showed up with tea and rice. Seeing his favorite dish, he cried. You hugged him very tight.

◎ You convinced Atsushi to change his hairstyle. He didn't want to spend money on a barber, so you cut him after hours. The crooked hair from the orphanage is gone.

◎ He often comes to you for advice. Especially when you don't know how to get to work. You search for old cases similar to the current ones to help him.

◎ As an ungifted person, you were not normally targeted by enemies of the agency. You lived in an apartment downstairs and tried to be careful, but not overly so. But when you were seen with the tiger, it was decided that you would be well taken care of. The Port Mafia kidnapped you. Nakajima and Dazai came to your aid. Fortunately, nothing happened to you but Atsushi blamed himself for this for a long time. He stopped talking to you or going out with you, afraid that his presence would threaten you. Only Osamu talked him out of it.

◎ Your relationship has grown a lot since then. This motivated the boy to become stronger and gain control over his power to be able to protect you if needed.

◎ One time, before going out on the streets of Yokohama in winter, he almost forgot his scarf. You ran over to put it on him, scolding him. He replied with: okay, mom. It was meant to come off as a funny remark but after the words left his mouth, he realized what it sounded like. Of course, Dazai, present at the agency at the time, did not let him live. He even suggested that since he feels like his father, you should commit double suicide together. Among Atsushi's apologies, you assured the boy that nothing had happened. On the contrary, you were glad that he sees you so positively. Especially after what he had been through in the orphanage.

◎ The boy realized quite late that the Agency people were secretly wondering if you and Osamu could really be a couple. He was worried if it was because of him and if it bothered you. However, it turned out that it had been going on since before he was here. He still hasn't gotten to the bottom of why you two would actually be a couple. Dazai flirts with you like most women and you basically don't care.

◎ Nakajima never asked about your brother on his own. He's heard a bit from members of the Agency but he preferred to wait until you started talking about him yourself. One time you took him with you to your hometown to meet your relatives. Then you showed him his grave. He bought his favorite flowers, which made you very emotional.

◎ You often take him shopping in Yokohama's shopping district. He can be reluctant to spend money, so you usually buy him things. Then he buys something for you in return and it goes on and on until your savings run to zero. But you always leave change, especially for pancakes, since Kyoka joined you.

◎ You take great care of each other. Sometimes you feel like he's all the more grown up because of his fighting skills but usually sooner or later he'll say something that reminds you that while he's been through a lot, he's still a kid at heart.

[killuwumi]

Snow Days with (some of) the BSD Boys

Snow Days With (some of) The BSD Boys

a/n: idk why but my christmas posts do so well and I want to write again, so here I am. feel free to request I do this for more characters

Warnings: fem implied (? maybe ?) no prns used, dazai SLIGHTLY suggestive

Chuuya:

He is kind of a surprise, because he wants to make you happy. So when it started to get into the winter season, he wants to do all the cheesy Christmas stuff with you. He loves the snow and thinks it is really beautiful, but he HATES the cold. Even with his jacket and constantly having you to cuddle up next to, he is still cold.

So Chuuya really likes to have an inside snow day. He enjoys the fireplace and hot chocolate (wine of course too). He is often found cuddling up with you in a loveseat close to the fire place.

"Hey little lamb, are you enjoying yourself?" "Mhm! Of course I am, Chuuya."

When the cold snow starts falling and covering the ground in a new fresh sheet of snow, Chuuya will always keep you warm in his high rise apartment, looking over the people of Yokohama.

Dazai:

Where do I even start with him. He loves all things winter, and he especially likes people watching. Dazai likes going to the bar and watching everyone chat about their busy holidays back home in Yokohama. It almost reminds him of this time of year when Oda was still around.

Now hear me out, in the spirit of the holiday, Dazai often takes you shopping to stores all around the city. But aside from buying gifts and snacks for you, he wants you to help him pick out gifts for Kenji and Kyouka. And orphans in the local areas. Dazai knows that it's what Oda would do and it gives Dazai a warm sense of accomplishment. He also loves to watch you in awe over all the new toys that come out every year always bigger and better than the last.

He also gets baby fever sometimes because he genuinely loves seeing you interact with the kids and looking at all the baby clothes etc. So sometimes Dazai does flirt and tease you during this season ;).

Atsushi:

Everyone's favorite tiger! He really loves the snow! Especially now that he feels safe in his apartment and has nice warm clothes. Atsushi will absolutely look at you like a begging puppy to go build snowmen with him. Given that he hasn't experienced christmas like most other people, Atsushi will take you out to the fountain and store fronts to look at all of the beautiful lights.

Atsushi is a clumsy romantic, he catches himself staring at the lights reflections in your eyes. Or the way that snowflakes stay in your hair. Don't even get him started on the rosy tint on your cheeks. He definitely grabs your face (gently) and kisses you. (yes he is nervous, but the confidence is hot).

Also! Always making you handmade snowflakes, gifts, cards etc.

Ranpo:

This one is easy, he takes you out for warm drinks. Hot cocoa, coffee and pastries. He might seem selfish but he knows your bakery order by heart and would never make you pay (especially if you don't work at the agency with him). He constantly has candy in his pockets and when kids come up to him for having it, he will give you a reluctant sigh and give them one of his least favorites from his pocket.

Ranpo also really likes to stay in and watch movies with you. Mainly mystery ones, bonus points if they are holiday themed. He likes to watch with lots of snacks and talk to you about how very easy it is for him to see right through the plot of the movie. Sometimes if you are really into the movie you can try and debate with him on what the ending will be or who the villain is. Ranpo will SOMETIMES let you win, but other times it is just bonding for you two. Being close and talking (and snacking).

Fyodor:

Fyodor is absolutely no stranger to snow, but due to him being an enemy of the state essentially he doesn't go out a lot. Especially because he doesn't want to put you in danger. I mean, it is shocking enough that he wanted an s/o, so he isn't going to use you as some kind of bait or parts of his schemes.

I think he is a big fan of watching snow from afar, and not really getting into it. And he'll never admit it but he loves when you steal his warm clothes (just don't stain it). He will cook you warm and delicious meals from back home and light beautiful candles.

You were the first to insist on decorating, but he grew to really enjoy watching you get tangled up in garland and sparkling ornaments. Plus he's tall and enjoys towering over you to help put the topper of your choice on the very tippy top of the tree.

Fyodor also enjoys reading you stories, his voice is smooth and soothing while still keeping you interested in the story. Sometimes he does want you to fall asleep in his lap though.