#bsd hcs

[nolongerhitori]

☆ BSD MUSIC HCS ☆

RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA

Was never into music

Until Chuuya's dragged him out to a PM karaoke night

That was when our boy became a metalhead

Contrary to popular opinion, I don't think he's really into classical music

He probably listens to it sometimes, but rock & metal are his go-to genres

LOVES LOVES LOVES Iron Maiden, Metallica, MCR, Nirvana, Radiohead

GIN AKUTAGAWA

Like her brother, she was never into music

Until Chuuya happened

Now she & Ryuunosuke listen to hardcore rock together

Used her first PM paycheck to buy an electric guitar

Spends nearly all her days off shredding and practicing iconic riffs from the 70's while Ryuu watches and applauds they're bonding

OSAMU DAZAI

I think he'd like ballads, kpop, and nostalgic city pop

The first time he heard Seori's "Lovers in the Night," he had it on repeat for a week

LOVES Hwasa's "Maria" (I think it just...empowers him? I can't explain it)

Big fan of Fujii Kaze, natori, Yuu Miyashita

Sometimes he listens to jazz because it reminds him of his time with Oda at Lupin

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

This fandom may disagree on a lot of things, but we all stand united when it comes to Chuuya's taste in music

Rock.

That's it. Just pure rock n roll from the '70's & 80's

His father got him into it

Wanted to be a rockstar as a child (secretly still wants to be one)

Blasts Maneskin, Eagles, Police, Guns n' Roses, Nirvana at 2am much to Kouyou's dismay

YKW since we don't know anything ab what he used to do when he was 17-18 years old, I think

He grew out his hair into a PROPER mullet

Grew his hair out to match Robert Plant when he was young

Got Gin & Ryuunosuke into rock

Give him some time w/ Kenji, and he'll be into rock in no time

THERE'S MORE

If he had a partner, they'd go on long drives together with a romantic arctic monkeys song playing

Maybe sth like "No. 1 Party Anthem" or "Stop The World I Wanna Get Off" or "One For The Road"

[calmlb]

“Chuuya wasn’t in Dark Era, why is he in this art??”

wdym, he’s right here 🤨

[unicornpopcorn14]

So we all know by now that Dazai is comfortable enough around Chuuya to show nervousness/worry.

Enough times for Chuuya to pick up on that pattern. The pattern, may I remind you, that doesn't have evident correlation to either nervousness or worry to most people. One that can even be interpreted as misplaced given the situation.

Which means that Dazai has done this in front of Chuuya so often, that Chuuya at first was hella confused, before he finally made a connection between when and why it happens. And still remembered that connection after four years of separation. Which gets us to my point:

What if this isn't the only emotion Dazai displays weirdly?

What if he has multiple unconventional patterns he displays for sadness, frustration, content, or disgust? The times he really feels them, and they become too strong for him to just deal with normally? What if these are the only times he's actually being genuine with his emotions?

And Chuuya is the only one who is familiar with them all?

Dazai would be jumping rope and Chuuya would be like, "quit sulking, let's get icecream"

Dazai hanging upside down on the couch and Chuuya going, "It's okay, mackerel. You can cry."

Dazai actually crying, full on heart-wrenching sobs, and Chuuya unironically going, "What, good news?"

It's just... comforting, for one person in Dazai's life to read him like a book. Everyone else would look at him like he's crazy, displaying wrong emotions/behaviors at the wrong time, but Chuuya knows that it's just how he processes feeling properly, and thus he's the only one Dazai can count on to put things into context and understand, which makes him display them even more openly.

Because Chuuya never shamed him for his quirks, as much as Dazai never did his.

[yebyyhfushi]

Happy pride month! :)

[strawbqq]

𝗕𝗦𝗗 𝗠𝗘𝗡 & 𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗦 ✩

[Warnings: maybe a *bit angsty? 99% fluff.ᐟ✰] [Word count: 375 || 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂.ᐟ]🍓

°ᡣ𐭩ft. dazai, chuuya, tecchou

Dazai

please be gentle. my baby has been through so much trauma, even if he doesn't let on that much. has a unbelievable amount of trust for you see him in such a vulnerable state. this is a super intimate moment for both of you, as the marks are proof of his past, things he tries to cover up. you're shocked and a little terrified by the horrendous scars tracing down his otherwise covered back, and of course he immediately tries to turn it into a joke. he's grinning, acting like he's completely unbothered, but deep down? he's holding his breath at your reaction.

Chuuya

tenses up the moment you touch them. not because he doesn't like it, but because he's never had anyone touch him before with such tenderness. his body is trained for combat, and every first instinct is to be on guard. but he doesn't pull away. if anything, he goes still, and slowly relaxes after a while. leans into your touch as well without realizing it. he's used to people looking at his scars as signs of battle, of violence, of how dangerous he is. but you? you touch them like they're just a part of him. like they don't make him any less deserving of love.

Tecchou

at first, he doesn't react much. tecchou isn't the type to flinch or shy away, but instead sits there, blinking at you as if he's trying to figure out what you're doing. he lets you continue, though, no questions asked. he'll do anything for you, and this feels good. intimate. one time, you fell asleep while tracing his old wounds to see if any needed treatment, and he just sat there completely still. didn't move an inch because he didn't want to wake you. because if this is how you show love, then he'll return it tenfold.

a/n: i tried a different writing style for this one.ᐟ pls enjoy and reblog, i spent a long time making this, and ill feel motivated to write more if u do.ᐟ.ᐟ(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) pls, pls pls dont flop, im begging u tumblr i poured my heart into this one TT

𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾.ᐟ ʚ🍓ɞ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs + ʟɪᴋᴇs ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

o(≧▽≦)o

[chuulyssa]

🇨​​ 🇴 ​​🇳 ​​🇫​​ 🇪 ​​🇸​​ 🇸 ​​🇮 ​​🇴 ​​🇳​ ！

BSD MEN REACTING TO A CONFESSION.

↷ A/N ─ yes new divider again because im indecisive as heck

★ FT. ─ dazai , chuuya , ranpo , akutagawa , atsushi , fyodor

!! TAGS ─ mentions of suicide, insecurities, overall fluff

"i love you."

ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ.

promptly replies with, "i love you too."

he'll lean into you with an amused smile because he lowkey thinks you're joking

when he realizes you're serious about it he'll immediately stop the stupid grin

and look at you with this sincere look you've never seen on his face before

he'll hold your hand and everything while repeating "i love you too," for a second time, only this time he's serious about it too

definitely asks for double suicide later

"You know it's my motto to unalive myself with a beautiful woman. How lucky of you to have been bestowed upon this honour."

"Mhm."

"I'll say yes if you join me in a double suicide," he asks with puppy eyes.

"Dazai, you already said yes."

"I'll say it again!"

​ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ.

he stops abruptly and half chokes on his expensive ass wine

poor boy is really confused 😭 because "where did that come from??"

he tries to play it cool but he's literally SCREAMING inside

we all know he's been betrayed a lot of times in the past so he feels hesitant about it

will decide to give it a shot tho

100% calls dazai to brag about it

"You may be taller or whatever (as if that matters in the first place) but were you the one able to steal her heart? Eh? I think not!"

You chuckle hearing him update his rival of his new relationship status.

"And anyway," he raises a glass of wine for toast. "I'd like to thank my good looks, good looks and did I mention my good looks (?) for making tonight the happiest night ever."

ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ.

"i know."

he has always observed every single thing about you - how you behave around others vs how you behave around him, the little times you look at him like you want his attention etc etc

he's known about this since like soooo long

he defo also knew when where and how you were gonna confess

went to yosano for tips to react to it and bought you chocolates and stuff. he thinks it'll make you happy :D

eats all of that himself even tho he originally bought it for you but you let it slide because he's a cutie patootie

"You could at least have been a bit subtle about it," he says, munching on his chips. "I mean, anyone who saw you would've been able to guess. I didn't even need my ability for this!"

He lifts his chin up thoughtfully, fingers ripping open another packet of snacks. "You should be grateful I'm not a snitch. Eh, well," he shrugs, "You're now dating the greatest detective in the world! Congratulations!"

ᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀɢᴀᴡᴀ.

"eh???"

like chuuya, he's pretty confused too

"are you sure?"

tries to keep a straight face and hide his fluster

he'll narrow his eyes at you as if he's trying to read your emotions. he doesn't wanna get hurt if he gets too attached to you and you two end up breaking up

also how tf is he supposed to believe that someone like YOU like someone like HIM?

reassure him that he's perfect please :( poor baby deserves the world

"I am a lot of work. I don't think you can keep up with all of that," he says shortly.

"I'll try my best."

"You don't have to."

"But I want to!"

He stares at you for a few moments, looking like he's about to cry.

"Oh, alright then," he waves a hand around. "But don't you ever leave me."

ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ.

screams

"SAY IT AGAIN PLEASE!"

jumps around everywhere in happiness

you dont even get a verbal answer the man's just dancing around

either that or he just faints

he's, like akutagawa, insecure about himself. but he's much more open to showing his emotions to you.

you end up cuddling the whole night or he calls off work to be with you for the rest of the day <3

"I..." he repeats the same word for the fifth time in a row.

"Yes?"

"Don't mind me, I'm just trying to come to terms with the fact that I get to date you."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, no!" he panics, wringing both hands all over himself hastily. "I love you! Really!"

ꜰʏᴏᴅᴏʀ.

no reaction. im sorry

spares a small glance at you but otherwise doesn't get distracted from his work

you think he's gone deaf from the way he just ignored you cuz what????

will spend like 15 minutes that way before extending an arm to you and you lowkey DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO??? HELP??

he'll stare at you for a few seconds before pulling you onto his lap and continuing with his work

and that's his way of saying yes

He shuts the computers around him down and taps your outer thigh twice. You immediately stand up and help him up. He stares at you for a few seconds, contemplating something.

"You know, I never thought I'd enable others to call me a lovesick fool."

"Does that mean you are a lovesick fool?"

"A little, maybe," he turns around and walks out of the door while you follow him with a soft smile on your face.

© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[allisonlol]

holy shit,, you’re back !! i’ve been following your blog for ab two yrs now ! hope you’re doing well 💞💕

any thoughts on jouno n tecchou w a gf that’s painfully submissive in bed? (totally not projecting btw)

a/n: two years?!! omfg thank u for the support over all this time :0 !! i love this req and uhh i totally don't relate in any way

warnings: nsfw, fem reader, sexual content

(Tecchou, Jouno) With a Submissive Gf

Tecchou

he is a sweetheart...omg

tecchou gives off soft dom vibes so you being very submissive just works perfectly!!

he's not too controlling in bed and just wants to do what ur comfortable with

and even tho you're the submissive one he still ends up asking what u want him to do to you 😭

^dropping it in here that the man loves to eat pussy !! and he's SO GOOD AT IT

like to the point that he'll be begging you to let him do it...and ofc you'll be saying yes

tecchou is more a giver than a receiver but since ur so submissive you let him do basically whatever he wants

he's such a soft lover tho that he's always still so gentle with u even when he's in control 🥹

tecchou's fav position is def the missionary / mating press type deal bc he likes holding you down

^and ofc u enjoy this bc u get to look at him the whole time...like aaaah he's so pretty!!!

Jouno

perfect match tbh cuz he's very dominant

you're so obedient for him and he definitely exploits the hell out of it

imo jouno is kinda selfish in bed (not always but often) and enjoys taunting you and making u watch him get off but not urself

^he loves making you beg, and ur just so pliant for him that you'll practically be crying while pleading with him to let u cum

jouno may be harsh at first but he rewards u for being so well behaved

^you'll end up cumming like 3 times and will be absolutely exhausted by the end of it 😭

he's also very demanding and throws u around in all sorts of positions

his actions are cruel but his words are NOT!! jouno praises u and calls u all sorts of endearing names since ur so submissive and good for him 🥰

oh and this man luvvvvs bondage...tying u up and having u completely at his will?? yes ma'am!!

[shall-we-die]

Imagine Dazai being asked to hold a strangers baby for the first time after he joins the ada. This small vulnerable incredibly fragile and innocent thing sleeping unaware in his blood soaked hands. I think he would freak out a little bit.

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{Something precious}

☰[Main list]•⊰ Bungo stray dogs

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Let's say an abounded baby is found in a alley and everyone gets involved in finding his parents. Yusano is also busy, so she gives the baby to Dazai to take care of it.

Holding the baby in his arms, Dazai looked down at the little baby, his whole heart was filled with an strange feeling, a wave of sadness washed over him... He held the baby with a nervous grip, he was afraid to drop the baby or hurt it in some way. Dazai couldn’t help but look at the tiny vulnerable infant in his arms, that this baby is so innocent and good and then there’s him, an ex mafia executive covered in blood and crimes. Dazai looked at the baby in his hands, it’s small face, it’s tiny hands and feet, the little sounds it made while sleeping made Dazai’s heart ache in a painful and nostalgic way. That baby was so innocent and gentle…and he was anything but that. The smell of the baby's body was an accurate description of the smell of purity and maybe heaven?... something that dazai was far from. Dazai tried to hide his expression, but he couldn’t, the sadness was still in his eyes. He looked at the baby and could only think about his life. Once the baby was taken away, Dazai looked down on his hands, he saw all the bloods from his past on them for a second. He closed his eyes and after taking a deep breath, he turned to continue his new job at ada.

[moomuzan]

LET ME F✸CKING DECORATE YOU, DOLL

ft. gn!reader x chuuya

sum. chuuya bought a piercing gun. a-fucking-what? i meant, a new toy. and he will most happily pierce your nipples. the catch? his dick gets rock hard! 3.3k

warnings. explicit sexual content (mdni), oral (throat-fucking), stigmatophilia, piercing play, breath and power play, manhandling, d/s, established relationship, praise, cursing, reader’s gender is not specified, anypov

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

“What… what’s all this?” you asked, wary, as you finally stepped into the apartment, locking your eyes on him.

“A new toy,” he said smoothly, lips curving into a smirk that was dangerous and magnetic all at once. Pushing off the doorway, Chuuya moved with that effortless grace he always carried, sauntering to the table. His gloved fingers wrapped around the piercing gun, caressing the metal like it was something precious. The way he handled it sent a shiver rippling through you.

“You’re not serious,” you murmured, though your voice wavered under his unrelenting gaze.

Tilting his head as his smirk deepened, he turned back to you. “Oh, I’m dead serious.” His eyes darkened, the predatory gleam in them sharpening as he stalked closer. “And of course, it’s for you. Who else?”

“Me?” you echoed, your pulse quickening.

Eyes narrowing just slightly, the heat of his gaze rooted you to the spot. “You trust me, don’t you?”

The way he said it wasn’t a question—it was a command dressed in velvet, impossible to resist. Your throat tightened, but you nodded before you could even think to stop yourself. “I… yeah. I trust you.”

“Good.” His voice dropped lower, that single word wrapping around you like a leash. He stepped closer, his scent—cigarettes and faint leather—curling around you. One gloved hand reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering in a way that made your skin tingle. “Take off your shirt.”

For half a heartbeat you froze, the words sinking in, but the command in his tone left no room for hesitation. With trembling hands, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, letting it fall to the floor. The cool air of the apartment licked against your skin, raising goosebumps along your arms and chest.

A possessive hunger gleaming in their depths, Chuuya’s eyes dragged over you, slow and deliberate. Of course, he didn’t bother to hide the way his gaze lingered on your bare breasts, the intensity of his stare making your stomach flip. “Perfect,” he murmured under his breath, as if talking to himself.

Without another word, he grabbed one of the alcohol swabs from the table, tearing the packet open with his teeth. The sharp, medicinal scent filled the air again as he stepped closer, swiping the cold swab across your nipple. You flinched at the sudden chill, though his other hand was already on your waist, steadying you with a firm grip that sent heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Hold still,” he breathed, the rough edge in his voice doing little to hide his excitement. Leaning in, his breath warm against your neck, his gloved fingers pinched your nipple, pulling it taut. The sensation was sharp, almost painful, and yet it sent a strange thrill shooting through you.

The sharp, satisfying click of the piercing gun echoed in the stillness, followed by stinging pain and the faintest gasp that spilled from your lips—a sound so soft, yet it sent a bolt of electricity straight through him. Chuuya’s gloved fingers lingered on your skin, his gaze fixed on the glint of the small metal bar now nestled against your flushed flesh. While his chest tightened, hot breath catching in his throat, a surge of heat and possession roared through his middle, his dick hardening ever so slightly.

Fuck, he hadn’t expected it to hit him this hard.

Yet, the sight of your body trembling under his hands, so vulnerable yet trusting, was enough to push him beyond reason. Every little sound you made—every hitch of your breath, every sharp intake of air left his blood thrumming with a visceral kind of hunger, one he could feel coiling low in his stomach and pooling between his thighs. It stoked the fire inside him, making his, still, clothed length twitch in need.

You were perfect. Too fucking perfect.

Almost glittering, the cool gleam of the piercing caught the dim light as he adjusted it with careful fingers, though his composure was fraying fast. His hands twitched, aching to touch you everywhere, to leave marks and claim you in ways that went beyond the smooth metal now decorating your skin. His gloves only heightened the frustration, a barrier between him and the heat of your body. It made him want to rip them off, to feel your softness and warmth directly, to let his bare hands roam freely. But no—he liked the control the leather afforded him, the precision. He couldn’t lose himself just yet. Not completely.

But God, the way your chest rose and fell, the way your body leaned into his touch despite the pain, had his head spinning. His cock strained against his pants, throbbing almost painfully as he watched you squirm under him. Pulse racing, his breathing grew heavier with each passing second. You weren’t even trying, and yet you were undoing him, piece by piece.

In contrast, the second piercing was worse—no, better. The sound you made this time wasn’t just a gasp; it was a moan, soft and breathless, and it went straight to his dick. A growl rumbled low in his throat, his control slipping as he worked the piercing into place. Feelingl the heat radiating off you, the way your thighs pressed together, as if you were trying—and failing—to fight off your own growing arousal. It made him grin, feral and wicked.

You were as undone by this as he was.

He couldn’t stop himself from brushing his fingers over the fresh piercings, watching the way you shivered, the way your lips parted as you sucked in a shaky breath. Twitching in response, his cock ached intensifying, growing by the second. It wasn’t just lust—it was something primal, something deeper. Seeing you like this, vulnerable and marked by him, flipped a switch in his brain. You were his now, utterly and completely.

Chuuya leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his voice dropped, thick and rough with need. “You don’t even know what you do to me,” he growled as his gloved hand slid down your side, gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises. Momentarily, his teeth grazed your earlobe, and he let out a shuddering breath, barely holding himself together. “Seeing you like this—knowing I did this to you—fuck.”

His hand drifted lower, tracing the curve of your thigh before stopping just short of where he knew you wanted him. He chuckled darkly when you squirmed, tilting your head back to meet his burning gaze. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, decorated like the possession you are,” he croaked, his voice thick with possession and desire. “You don’t even know how hard I am right now, do you?”

With rising hunger, he let his gloved fingers trail back up to your chest, brushing against the metal, barely even pulling on it, which made you gasp again. Yet, your aching sounds only drove him further in this abyss of utter lust, his body demanding more, more, more. His lips curled into a smirk, his pupils blown wide as he watched you unravel beneath his touch.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice a low, primal growl as his hand slid to your throat, gripping you just enough to make your pulse quicken. “Every fucking inch of you. I’ll make you never forget that.”

By now, the tension in the air was electric, a raw, unyielding charge that seemed to pulse between you. Chuuya’s piercing gaze locked onto yours, sharp and feral, as if every ounce of restraint had finally snapped. Before you could steady your breath, he was on you, his hands gripping your waist with bruising strength. The sheer force of him sent you stumbling backward until the edge of the table bit into the back of your thighs. In one fluid motion, he hoisted you up with ease, setting you down with enough force to make the table shudder beneath you.

“Stay,” he commanded roughly, yet he didn’t give you enough time to react, anyway, before his hands were on your shoulders. Forcefully, his brute strength pressed you back against the table, pinning you there with one hand splayed across your chest, the other braced on the desk beside you, the cool surface bit into your skin, a stark contrast to the overwhelming heat radiating from him as he loomed over you.

Chuuya’s breath had become uneven by then, his chest rising and falling heavily as he stared down at you. For a moment, it was as if he’d forgotten to move, frozen in place by the sight of you sprawled beneath him—vulnerable, trembling, and completely at his mercy. As though he was committing every curve and dip of your body to memory, his gloved hand trailed down the warm flesh of your stomach, slow and deliberate. His eyes darkened further, the hunger in them growing sharper with every passing second.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with something primal as his fingers, yet again, trailed over your stabbed, swollen nipples, brushing against the small glint of metal and earning a sharp intake of breath from you. The sound made him falter, his jaw tightening as a groan rumbled low in his throat. “It’s—You’re unbearable.”

Stepping back slightly, enough to stand fully before you, his presence ever so towering and suffocating, he drank in the sight of you. His hands moved to his belt, undoing it with practiced ease, the sharp clink of the buckle making your stomach twist in anticipation. But he didn’t rush, didn’t make a move to strip further just yet. Instead, he leaned in close, his gloved hand gripping your chin as he tilted your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with possession, every inch of him demanding your submission.

“Open up.”

Before you even realized you were obeying, your lips parted, your body responding to the sheer weight of his presence. The smirk that curved his lips was pure sin, feral and triumphant as he reached for the glove on his right hand, tugging it off with his teeth. The sight of his bare hand—strong, calloused, and utterly confident—made your heart pound in your chest.

“That’s it,” his tone was dripping with satisfaction as he slid his thumb into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue. Meant to make you feel the roughness of his skin, his touch was firm, unrelenting, as he explored the softness of your mouth. “So obedient,” he muttered lowly, almost like a growl. “Do you even realize how good you look like this? Completely laid out for me, marked like a pet, doing exactly what I say.”

While his thumb pressed down harder, making you suck instinctively, his pupils blew wide at the sensation. A sharp, guttural groan escaped him that made his hips jerk forward slightly, the strain in his pants unmistakable. “Shit,” he hissed, pulling his thumb free with a slick pop that made his cock twitch. “Gonna’ unmantle you for behaving so well today.”

The man straightened, then, his lips curling into a wicked grin as his gaze raked over you. His arousal was palpable, his cock straining visibly against his pants, the evidence of his need impossible to ignore. At this point, he was only barely holding himself together, the sight of you pinned beneath him, trembling, marked and pliant, fraying the last threads of his restraint.

One hand moved to his belt yet again, undoing the rest of it with a sharp, deliberate pull. He didn’t look away from you as he worked, the air between you heating up as his cock sprang free from his pants, flushed and hard, the tip glistening with arousal, sticky pre-cum hugging the tip.

Wrapping his own hand around the length of his dick, he let out a shaky breath, his restraint fraying as he stroked himself lazily. For a brief moment, his head tilted back, teeth biting down on his bottom lip, and he groaned so throaty it almost startled you. Drunk in this moment, driven by your very own blooming arousal, your gaze was demanding, pleading, maybe even fuck-faced, yet ultimately glazed by pure need. When his eyes returned to yours, they appeared to have gotten darker, almost feral.

“Now, you’re going to take care of me,” he commanded while his gloved hand returned to the back of your head, threading through your hair and tugging just hard enough to make your scalp tingle. He guided your face closer, his cock brushing against your lips as he grinned down at you, feral and dripping with lust. “And if you perform well enough, I might even allow you to cum afterwards. Is that clear?”

When you merely nodded breathlessly, his free hand abruptly shot to your chest, furiously flicking the metal barrel that divided your hardened nipple with his index finger. A pain—so abstract it jarred your brain chemistry—jolted through your body. “Fucking answer me,” Chuuya hissed.

“Y-yes.” A silent cry escaped your lips. “I’ll be good.”

“That’s better.”

The heat of him was overwhelming, the sheer size of his length making your breath hitch as the tip pressed against your parted lips, then. Driven by compulsion, he didn’t give you time to think, his gloved hand tightening in your hair as he roughly pushed forward, his cock sliding past your lips and onto your tongue.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice trembling as his head tipped back. The warmth of your mouth, the softness of your tongue—it was almost too much. His hips bucked forward slightly, forcing you to take him deeper, after a sharp gasp escaping your lips sent a bolt of pleasure straight through his every being. His bare hand gripped the edge of the table to steady himself, his knuckles white as he tried to keep from losing control completely.

“That’s it.” Speaking a foul language of its own, his gaze pierced through your soul. The sight of you, your lips stretched around him, your eyes wide and teary as you struggled to take him all—it was enough to make his cock throb, the ache in his body intensifying. “Aren’t you the prettiest with my cock in your tight little mouth?”

Upon maddening thrusts that forced you to take more of him, he sheathed himself inside your dripping mouth, hitting your throat in a way that made stars explode behind your eyelids. Controlling your movements as he guided you, his gloved hand tightened in your hair, setting a slow, yet demanding pace that had his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathed as he mentally fought to keep himself from snapping. “So fucking perfect—taking me so well, like you were made for this.”

With quickening pace, then, the sound of your muffled breaths and the wet slide of his cock in your mouth filling the room, his grip on the edge of the table tightened. His head tilted back again, a low, guttural groan spilling from his lips as he let himself indulge in the heat of your mouth, the way your tongue moved against him, the way your throat constricted as he pushed deeper.

“You’re mine,” he snarled, his voice rough with possession as he thrust into your mouth harder, the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter. “Only mine.”

For you, however, the pain, perversely mixed with pleasure, was almost unbearable. Making it hard to breathe, your throat kept burning with each, merciless impact as he buried himself further, the slick pressure of your tongue sending him closer to the edge. Every motion felt like fire, consuming your body, no, fuelling it, as tears welled in the corners of your eyes.

“Fuck,” he growled, the word half-snapped and guttural, his voice rough with desperation. “You’re driving me insane—fucking perfect, just like this.”

Simply primal, the unrestrained hunger twisting into something sharper—more wicked, his gaze shifted, darkening further. His bare hand moved from the edge of the desk, sliding down your neck and wrapping firmly around your throat. The pressure wasn’t overwhelming at first, but it was enough to make your pulse race, the weight of his palm against your skin stealing a faint wisp of air.

“I like it when you struggle.”

Your breath hitched in response to the dual sensations of his cock hitting the back of your throat, while his hand added more than enough pressure around your neck. Ever so slightly, this constriction made you acutely aware of every inch of him—the hardness of his body, the heat radiating from his skin, the raw power in the way he dominated you completely.

With his grip tightening around your throat, the world began to dim around the edges, your vision tunneling as he held you in place, his cock buried to the hilt in your mouth.

He didn't say a word, didn't utter a sound. He didn't need to. The message was clear in the way he looked at you, his eyes burning with a ferocity that stole your breath and set your nerves alight. The way he moved, each roll of his hips a deliberate, measured thrust that forced your throat to stretch around his thick length.

Instinctively, your nails dug into his arms, a silent plea for mercy, for reprieve. But there was no mercy in his expression, only a ruthless determination to claim every inch of your body, to mark you, all while using your mouth like it was made for his pleasure alone.

Hyper-aware of you struggling beneath him, his cock twitched against your tongue as the tight coil of heat in his core threatened to snap. His hand on your throat flexed, his grip tightening as he leaned over you. “I owe you,” he snarled, his tone dripping with possession as his hand squeezed harder, cutting off your air completely for a moment. Panicked, your chest burned as you struggled to inhale. Still, the way your throat tightened reflexively around him sent him spiraling. “Fuck—gonna’ cum, don’t you dare spill one drop.”

It was the moment your throat spasmed again when he broke. The red-haired let out a guttural groan, his hips slamming forward as his orgasm ripped through him, violent and overwhelming. His hand tightened on your neck as he came, the pressure leaving you lightheaded as he spilled his semen into your mouth, the heat of him flooding your tongue like a warm welcome. The way you convulsed beneath him—helpless, gasping—only intensified the pleasure, his body trembling as wave after wave crashed over him.

“Swallow it,” he reminded before his grip on your throat, eventually, loosened slightly, just enough to let you suck in a shaky breath, but his hand didn’t leave your neck entirely. The possessive weight of it lingered, a reminder of who owned you.

When he finally pulled back, his cock slipping from your mouth with a wet pop, he stood over you, his chest rising and falling heavily as he caught his breath. Brushing over the faint marks left by his grip, his fingers lingered on your throat, and he smirked down at you, his expression dark and triumphant.

“You took it so fucking well.“ His eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as he straightened, gently tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, adding “Don’t worry,” as he leaned down to brush his lips against your forehead. “I promised I’d make you cum, too.”

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[lesbianodysseus]

I miss him

I miss my wife 💔 can he show up in the next chapter pls I miss him 💔💔

Note: His autistic transgender charms entice me very much 🏳️‍⚧️

[formiito]

Hello! May I request some pre-relationship/crush headcanons with Kunikida, Atsushi and (ADA) Dazai (all separate) with a reader from the port mafia? How would they realise they are in love? How would they handle it etc etc. I love love love crush headcanons with all my heart<33

heart to heart — crush hcs!!

author's note: i'm an idiot who wrote this fic almost exclusively in hours 2-4 am. my eyes are in pure suffering. an unhealthy amount of fiona apple and unreleased lana del rey songs went into writing this. idk how to write headcannons so this ended up kind of like a fic with bullet points lmao 

— KUNIKIDA

• Working with the Port Mafia is something he is (unfortunately) no longer a stranger to. Still, an extended mission was a bit too risky for his tastes. But everyone said that he was fine, so he should be, right? If only he knew what novel sort of trouble he would face once he took the job.

• For the mission, he was partnered with you. You must've been of a different unit, because he is sure he has never seen you in person before. Except for being mentioned in passing by Dazai in his inane conversations, there was little he knew of you.

• At first, he was skeptical. Not sure whether he could truly trust a person with your affiliations to not double cross him in some way. However, you proved yourself capable soon enough. You worked with decisive efficiency, and even with his rather ridiculously timed schedules, you seemed to have no trouble keeping up with him.

• Needless to say, you two got to know each other fairly well over the course of a month. By now, you were acquainted atleast a little of his likes and dislikes. The late night sessions to plan out the routes and inspect the case files over and over; your friendship sprawls over late cups of coffee, the impatient scratching of pen on paper, and the files scattered on the table while you both worked.

• This was still professional; he'd reason with himself. So what if he's had a few drinks with you once in a while? So what if you've been spending a little too much time at his home lately?

• Dazai’s endless teasing on the matter did not help. At all. As he grows more and more defensive, he wonders if he has grown a little too attached to his new partner.

• Kunikida isn't an idiot. Even he can see how much you've made an impression on his life. He simply isn't ready to admit that this could possibly be romantic in nature. After all, you fit none of the ideals he's decided for his supposed future partner. In some form of pointed irony, the pages of the notebook that carry said ideals are also filled with the random, little things he's noticed you need; chapstick, switchblades, pens— all for them to be ready when you inevitably reach for them.

• Nor can he help stealing a little glance when said chapstick swipes so elegantly along your lips.

• Absolute gentleman, with or without a crush. Opens the car door for you on the other side, makes sure you have your seatbelt on, makes sure to watch your back while you both do field work. It’s just a nice thing to do, he reasons, but feels your touch like it was branded into his skin where your hand accidentally brushed on his elbow.

• The weeks that follow after are drawn out, confusing. As time goes on, he cannot help but read into your every action, taking note of all the little details that outline you as a person; from your tastes to little quirks. While you seem blissfully unconcerned, he could not help but feel the weight of the tension between your conversations. It is not these emotions that scare him, but their intensity. His hands tremble as they once again bandage your wounds from the day’s work, mouth dry as he looks at the gashes you think nothing of—and he wonders since when he started caring so much.

• Kunikida may be a man of his ideals, but he can be honest with himself when he needs to be. And whether he says it aloud or not, he’s already known the effect you have on him. He's known it for a long time.

• When he inevitably confesses to you, there is nothing special about it. It's another evening at his house discussing work, and when you both take a break from investigation, he brings it up to you. He isn't expecting the sentiment to be reciprocated. In fact, he is not sure he even wants that to happen. He says it to be honest. With himself and with you. You deserve to know. And perhaps if he said it out loud, the feelings would subside, even for a little while; with a definite answer, he’d have a reason to put out the growing ember.

• Nothing could've prepared him for the shock of learning that this troublesome feeling could possibly be mutual. And nothing could have prepared him for the coy kiss on his reddened cheek after.

— ATSUSHI

• someone help this poor guy

• no, he's really hopeless with it, but let me explain

• When he was asked to collaborate with the Port Mafia once more, he expected to be paired with Akutagawa once more. You were a pleasant change of pace. At first, he was only met with your suspicion; something that drove an initial rift between the two of you. You weren't sure whether you could truly trust this weretiger you've heard so much about to hold up his end of the deal, and neither could he rely on this complete stranger who regards him so frigidly. However, you both were indebted to your respective organisations—it had to be worked out.

• Your staunch independence, and the confident countenance that carried with it an understated superiority, no doubt the effect of years of experience; at first it irked him. It made him taste a little of the helplessness that trailed him like a shadow all those years ago. He attempted to chase away the feeling; biting back at your subtle digs at his skill and experience, trying to keep up with you as best as he could. You matched each other surprisingly well when you both were at your most competitive; the combination of your finesse and his strength was lethal in the most satisfying of ways.

• Over the weeks, you both get to know each other a little better. The small talks on the way to station were something that he was, despite knowing better, looking forward to. He always seemed more affected by your banter than you were by any retort he could possibly throw at you; and when the sly curve of your lip made him feel the strangest sensation of a sort of rush in his veins, he made no notice of it.

• After that morning, this strange feeling had been growing worse. Steadily through the days, but even so he could point out that the emotion that seemed to sit just beneath his chest was unfamiliar. Sometimes he had to force himself to look away from you just to get it to stop and actually be able to hear what you were saying over the erratic beat of his heart. It was blatantly obvious to everyone but him, and despite the constant teasing and prodding by Dazai on what’s got him so nervous, he still assumed it was merely admiration. Perhaps he was simply in awe of your abilities. For weren't you so impressive when you dispatch your targets so effortlessly, or when you execute such flawless plans with an ease in your mien that makes it look oh so simple?

• But then that begs the question as to why he still stares in a daze when you're doing nothing, just catching your breath in the wall crack you had pulled him into to throw off the people chasing you both; his back hitting the wall and you the only separation between him and whoever was at your tails, stalking the alleyway outside. Breaths held, not making a sound; if you both got caught, this was over, and you both understood the stakes better than anyone. He definitely knew just what was waiting for the both of you out there, and that just made the situation far more frustrating, because then why is he so absorbed in how pretty your jelly-like gaze is, or how cool you looked back there when you silently felled that patrol guard? He feels like his brain has melted. Or atleast the still working part of it, because it's not even the first time you've had that effect on him.

• Your hand tentatively shifts, and for a moment he snaps out of the daze. There is abject fear in his eyes, because what the fuck are you doing when the both of you are one slip up away from messing up this mission you both worked so hard on? Yet your fingers, trembling with the rush of adrenaline and the fear of death, wipe the blood on his cheek, observing a rather deep cut inflicted by the serrated edge of a dagger. He could take a hit, but for some reason worry seemed to claw at your mind relentlessly until you could make sure he was okay.

• Perhaps he'd stopped functioning right there and then, because when the footsteps receded and the coast was finally clear, he could barely hear you say that it was safe to come out. Instead, his first move is to hold his heart and take a deep fucking breath. Not just to calm him down from being chased like that—for he's already been chased so many times—but to stop thinking about that brief, soft touch that reasonably, should not even affect him.

• At this point, he's kind of convinced he's going crazy. And like so many problems in his life, there's only one other person to hear it. Coincidentally also the worst person to go to for that kind of counsel.

• Dazai.

• Bastard laughed for fifteen whole minutes before explaining in broken wheezes what Atsushi was possibly afflicted with. Then immediately began sighing and bemoaning about having to help his coworker with silly love problems once he finally stopped cackling like a witch.

• After this… enlightening conversation, Atsushi promptly decides that he's never going to be able to look the man in the eye ever again.

• Now, he's got a whole slew of new problems going on. This mission, you, the fact that he just embarrassed himself in front of his coworker, and that he had no idea how to even face you after this realization.

• Naturally, he wants to avoid this situation. Atsushi doesn't even consider telling you. He wants to, so badly. His throat feels tight when you look at him so sharply, and he can't help but feel that if he sticks around you for too long, you'll look straight through him and somehow find out. But he has every reason to think this won't work out. Every reason why it won't work out. It wasn't the time for love, not even in the small moments of respite between the constant violence you two had to deal with.

• This distance he's been keeping from you…there is no doubt that you feel it too. He can see as much. The disappointment in your gaze when he keeps on pushing you away; it hurts. And he knows with the way your hands are curled in fists now that you're at your breaking point.

• But instead of the argument he thought this would inevitably lead to, you simply pull him into a corner. In the most sincere tone he's ever heard you speak in, you ask him if you did something wrong. Between your deliberate words, your hands on the collar of his shirt that hold him in place with nothing but gentle firmness, and the emotions that he tried so hard to stifle for the past few weeks; he confesses. Leaves nothing unspoken, even if he consciously knows that this is a bad idea. Knows he shouldn't hand you that kind of power over his heart.

• Yet he doesn't regret it a single bit when he feels your hands leave his shirt collar and wrap around his shoulders, your silent answer that kills the bitter uncertainty left in his heart and replaces it with relief.

— DAZAI

• Your history with the brunet was brief, but not something he has ever forgotten. He’s not quick to forget faces in any case, but yours remained in his memory still.

• You both worked together fairly often some three or four years back, the timeline is blurry in his mind now—in those days, your presence seemed like it would be a permanent fixture in his life. Something to count upon. Perhaps he had hoped for the fact, until an year after when he finally decided to leave this life in the dust, and you with it.

• At the time, Dazai had dismissed those feelings as puppy love; the sort of infatuation that comes with simply being of that age where every emotion feels so amplified in intensity. You were one of his first friends, it was only natural to want to cling on, wasn't it? Only with time it became easier to ignore the hold your presence had on him, his mind too consumed with the ongoing chaos in his life to think about that craving he had during initial weeks of your separation— thumb trembling over the call button.

• A few years after, seeing your face stirs nothing in Dazai. A feeble sense of regret is all that remains, and within a few seconds even that dies off. You've changed, definitely; rough-hewn edges from mafia life, knife-hand no longer trembling when it goes for the kill. Decisive, swift movements, a certain confidence in your words that comes from experience. How the glimmer that used to be in your eyes has long since been clouded over. In a way, it makes him feel closer to you, that your soul is being slowly chipped away, just like his.

• Initially, you regarded him like any other professional acquaintance. Not daring to breathe a word of the past, even when you wanted to demand an explanation out of him so desperately. Anything to make the memories of your shared past more bearable. You know better than to give into those whims. If only for the sake of your mission, the past had to be put aside. Between the both of you, there seemed to be a mutual, unspoken understanding for the need to let go. Your slates are cleaned, and you both once again end up in the same place you started; Yokohama’s shipping docks.

• Over the weeks, being around you feels easier. You both work well into the nights, but it's a little more bearable around your company. The banter is easy between the both of you. Lips curved into a cheshire grin at his antics, you always seemed to be more amused with his actions than annoyed.

• Even now when he decides that diving head first into the sea would've made for a perfectly delightful method of suicide, a knowing sigh leaves your lips, painstakingly pulling him out of the fishnets with a firm grip on his beige coatsleeve. Of course, the effort is in vain when you lose your footing and end up falling into the water with him too. Splash!

• Somehow, even when he's walking home, sopping wet in the winter breeze, he feels strangely warm as you chide him, observing how your lips twitch as if to hide a smile.

• It’s your fault, really. Perhaps if you both didn't fit together so well, if it wasn't so effortless to be around you, he might have avoided feeling the same way around you again. It's not lost upon Dazai, how comfortable he's getting with your presence, especially when he knows it's a temporary one. A fact that he is compelled to face again and again everytime you both end up in the field.

• The danger they were facing were still very much real. Despite how confident you seem to be in your ability, your tight shoulders and shaky breaths betray you in the heat of the moment. Through your hesitation to follow through his plans, you still trust him at his word. He can't help but wonder why.

• Your actions hold a certain carefulness—he doesn't want to call it care, for when it comes to you, he finds it hard to tell what you're thinking—that he doesn't understand. As you wrap the gauze around the wound on his arm from a bullet graze, fingers touching his skin with a kind of gentleness he's only ever known from you… Dazai wonders when you'll finally tell him what you're really after.

• The brief thought occurs to him, no doubt, that maybe you do these things simply because you want to. That perhaps you still care too much, like you did all those years ago. But he knows better than to count on something as fickle as the kindness of people’s hearts. He was never that naive.

• Even so, as the long days and even longer nights pass by, he can't help but once again start feeling as he used to in the distant past, only that this time he has no excuse for it.

• Dazai doesn't blush and his heart doesn't race when he sees you. Instead, it's something far more sickening and confusing. With you, it's easier to drop the delicate layers of pretense that seem to obscure his true thoughts and emotions like delicate gauze. There is a sort of ease of being around you, a sense of belonging. In the delicate moments of the late night hours with you, humanity doesn't simply feel like a cloth to wear to hide the rotten core within. You touch him like you know him, even when he knows that the blood staining his hands is far darker than yours.

• You don't even have an inkling of how he feels, and Dazai believes that it's for the best. He’ll tell you in the future, if he can grow to trust you. He wants to say it when he can be sure of it, in a more peaceful time. Even if he doesn't want you to slip through his fingers again like he did in the past, he wants to wait.

• But right now, all he can see is your bloodied fingertips trembling in the aftermath of the day’s chaos, barely having escaped with your lives. In the silent night, neither of you mention how he holds your hand silently on the walk home, bandaged fingers holding yours with deliberate care.

[tulipe-rose]

If Kyōka is Fukuzawa's granddaughter in the eyes of authority, then they must've automatically assumed Ranpo adopted her to make that happen, right? Imagine detective minoura congratulating Ranpo and being low-key proud/concerned for Kyōka's safety but figuring that Fukuzawa could do parenting for a 2nd gen too the next time he sees him.

Minoura: *clears throat after Ranpo had successfully solved a case* Send my regards to your daughter, I hope she's well. I'm very happy for you, and I'm glad that you decided to establish a family and give hope to a younger detective the same way it was done for you.

Atsushi: *forgot about the lie* what-?

Ranpo: *plays along partly to keep the lie about Kyōka's identity going and partly because he likes the fact that Minoura is genuinely proud of him and praising him.* But of course! She'll have to work hard to hope to reach my level, but no good parent would put such unrealistic expectations on their child!

Minoura: *Ranpo will be ranpo* I... guess. How did the doctor take it?

Dazai: *pops up from behind Atsushi* They get along great! What a great day and age to be an uncle in! Right, Atsushi?

Atsushi: Sure-?

[diagonal-queen]

Uuuuuuh, an idea has just arrive on my mind🤭 you know that boys usually tease girls they like right? I’m really curious how Tachihara and tecchou would do it… (I’m really curious for tecchou😭)

Teasing their crush

♡ pairing: Tecchou Suehiro, Tachihara Michizou, Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoyevsky x fem!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do these boys tease the girl that they like (that's you!)?

♡ cw: Swearing, Jouno suffers a lot, Fyodor is toxic as always, mention of suicide, I somehow manage to bring Astarion up here?? (sorry)

note: i know i know. it's been a while, and i apologise. i just have been so so busy. right now i'm in an exhausted trance writing this and i'm certain i'll wake up tomorrow with no recollection of writing it at all. also threw in dazai and fyodor for the sillies i hope you don't miiind~ as always apologies for errors and i hope you enjoy x

Tecchou:

I cannot see him teasing you.

I'm sorry anon but I just can't see him teasing a girl he likes. He would either be generally nice to her, super awkward but still okay, or just come off as cold and aloof. He wouldn't go out of his way to tease a girl or exchange playful banter with her

If he ever tried to tease he would probably just straight up be mean and insult you or something. And then he wouldn't understand why it didn't work

(Jouno is smacking his head against the wall)

Don't worry. If he's gonna cope with his feelings for you he's gonna do it in a way that benefits you i.e. he's just going to be super obvious about it and not even try to hide it

(update: Jouno is still smacking his head against the wall. someone help him)

Like he'll just openly buy you food and presents and tell you he likes you and like hold your hand and shit?? Tecchou is no-nonsense. He wants to date you, he'll let you know.

And it's not like Tecchou's trying any 'techniques' or anything like that. There is not a THOUGHT behind those beautiful eyes; he's just following his heart <3

Tecchou might be a bit dense when it comes to such socially complicated things as courting, but he's a genuine person and wants to make you feel appreciated, and let you know he loves you. He just does it in the only ways he knows how <3

Tachihara:

The opposite of Tecchou

He's such a teaser. He likes to make jokes with and poke fun at his love interests, but sometimes might go a bit too far with it (If he does he genuinely feels super bad and apologises dw T-T)

Like he's one of those kinds of guys who you would get so caught up in the flirty banter with that you just talk for hours

If you're texting you guys are both kicking your legs and squealing in between texts lowkey, like you're secretly such lovesick dorks but you play it so cool

Some kaguya sama love is war type shit you guys have going on

And god forbid you do this in front of other people. They're probably SO uncomfortable. Like oh my god get a room already (this dot point was ghostwritten by Jouno)

As you two get more and more into it, he becomes less tease-flirty and more sweet-flirty. He genuinely compliments you instead of exchanging little jabs and backhanded teases, and it's so CUTE

He also, for some reason, gets more shy instead of less shy. He blushes, he messes with his hair- AUGH he's so cute

In all honesty no matter what way, shape or form Tachihara flirts with you, even if he's awkward and fumbles each time, he's still such a charmer that you can't help but love him anyway. some messy hair and a sweet boyish grin goes a LONG way!

Dazai:

This is what I like to call Egotistical Flirting

He will tease you by telling you how much you love him, how much other women love him, how wonderful of a guy he is and how great of a deal he's constantly offering you. Yes, the 'deal' in question is dinner and a movie double suicide

And of course you roll your eyes and chuckle, and while he pretends that he's all offended that you aren't openly falling for it, he LOVES that. He loves your affectionate sarcasm and he could milk it out of you for days if he had the time

And he doesn't even wait to even learn your name before he immediately goes full on womaniser. He would just approach you like 'Heyyy~' and it's all downhill from there.

Dazai is a man on a MISSION is what I'm saying

He will also tease you by embarrassing you. He just says the most oUT OF POCKET stuff out of nowhere in public?? He absolutely delights in seeing you get all embarrassed and having you swat at him and scold him

(He's a bit of a masochist don't question it)

Naturally, this is generally a facade to hide the fact that he is hopelessly infatuated with you, and kinda scared of commitment. He hopes you'll accept him as he is but just in case... it's easier to put up a nonchalant front.

Don't worry Dazai. you've got nothing to worry about. :)

Fyodor:

Mind games. Mind games. MIND GAMES

And not the good kind!

He will tease you with this neat little trick he uses called psychological warfare. In his experience it's 100% effective

Fyodor is a toxic little shit. He doesn't often really 'tease' so much as 'neg'. He doesn't quite care too much about your esteem as long as he's able to make you like him back.

You guys know this thing called Ascended Astarion? yeah this is basically just that but ✨ Russian ✨

All this being said he actually does feel affection and love towards you, and he DOES care. He just doesn't want you to reject him, so he'll use any trick necessary to prevent that (regardless of general ethics for the most part)

Fyodor is an all rounder. He'll tease, show genuine affection, neg, flirt, stalk, lovebomb...the whole shebang (I'm sure he asked Nikolai for tips, and I'm even more sure Nikolai had MANY)

Fyodor is just so emotionally out of touch when it comes to other people that he genuinely has no idea how to just...flirt, or even really be casual, like a normal person. It would be sad if he wasn't such a motherfucker

Honestly all of you 'I could fix him' girlies would fall hook line and sinker for this (and I'm allowed to say that because I am one of you)

In the end...man, just date Tachihara

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[justcallmesakira]

what about ranpo with a s/o who enjoys spicy foods ? just read the salty foods ver, thought it was adorable

RANPO WITH A S/O WHO LOVES SPICY FOOD!

ranpo x gn!reader hcs

warnings: none !

a/n: hey nonnie sorry for the late reply, hope this wasn't too short come by my inbox again!! :3

To top it off bros jaw DROPPED, like what do you mean you would rather have extra spice with your ramen???

Its clearly stated that he doesn't like spicy food in his backstory so atleast you don't have to be worried about him stealing your food

Maybe when u leave your hot chicken wings on your desk, his sneaky feet would tip toe and try just one lick before giving a disgusted expression and running to hug his sweets (dramatic bitc-)

Ranpo will definitely try to make u try his favourite selection of foods, which u should be happy to take a taste of since this act is rare of served by ranpo.

He could easily tell what spicy foods you prefer and like eat the most and gets them for you sometimes :)

Oh also buy him those spicy sweets and feed it to him by your hand becaus though he barely trusts anyone he would gobble that shit u, trust me his reaction is hilarious!!

But i can see him giving you spicy sweets for your birthday, Valentines day etc.

I have a hc that ranpo always tastes like candy, and has a flavourful taste in his mouth, so if u ever come across a food to spicy, just know there's already a cure *wink wink*

[ms-dead-inside]

Do you ever think that Ranpo accidentally lets out, like, major secrets because he genuinely forgets what these less-intelligent life forms can and cannot figure out for themselves?

"Oh, it was so obvious I thought everyone already knew it and was staying silent out of politeness."

"No, we didn't know! And why would we stay quiet over such a matter???"

"I DON'T KNOW HOW MANNERS WORK!"

[strawbqq]

―⟡𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙣?

[Warnings: none.ᐟ.ᐟ pure floofy fluff✰] [Word count: 343 || 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂.ᐟ]🍓

°ᡣ𐭩ft. chuuya, akutagawa, jouno

sfw. hcs

ℂ𝕙𝕦𝕦𝕪𝕒

is almost always a big spoon? protective and wants to keep u safe always <3

enjoys being a little spoon too, he's honestly very flexible about it

whichever position u feel like on the day yall are spooning. the one doing the holding? the one being held? he's great at both btw

might not always admit it, but if he trusts someone enough, he'll be more than happy to be held.ᐟ.ᐟ

if he's having a bad day, he might insist to be the big spoon

always very gentle when spooning, he likes it quite a lot

in the end the priority would always be his partner's happiness and comfort

anyway he's so sweet i love him <3

𝔸𝕜𝕦𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕨𝕒

oh man

it's going to take a long, long time for him to even feel comfortable enough to bring it up lmao

has a lot of inner turmoil and a bit of a prickly exterior, but actually is insecure in so many ways

99% little spoon tbh

it'll be awhile for him to loosen up, but once he do, he's going to find comfort in being held and getting reassurance for once

prolly has never been held before ever 💔

he'll be much softer with u, but yeah it's going to take some patience and trust from him to be vulnerable

won't ever admit it but he feels so safe in your arms ✰

𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕠

big spoon hands down and no, i will not elaborate

jk. being the little spoon just feels so wrong to him

u like being the big spoon? sorry he's not going to budge in these matters

likes being in full control at all times

it's actually so nice to be held by this man like

he smells really clean all the time. please don't ask me why it's three in the morning

gets cold easily, 50% of the time he likes spooning just to use u as a personal heater lmao-

i hc that after spooning with u, he can't fall asleep without holding something T^T

a/n: wow it's great to be back. it's three a.m and i've suddenly had this weird motivation to write. thank you all for reading my insane and cringey rant>>

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