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oh-ranpo · 1 year

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☾ - pairing: dazai osamu x fem!reader x nakahara chuuya ☾ - word count: 1.3k+ ☾ - warning: ⚠️ 18+ content, minors dni ⚠️ includes: phone sex, oral (fem!receiving), minor cursing, mentions of poly relationship and threesomes. ☾ - summary: It was all Dazai’s idea to call Chuuya while he was away, and you couldn’t imagine a more wonderful idea.

“Oh my God.”

You knew this wasn’t what he had expected when he had picked up your call, but you couldn’t help it. You missed him, and when Dazai had presented you with the idea, you couldn’t help yourself. Even if his motives had been entirely different from your own.

“Chuuyaaaa,” you whimpered, your eyes rolling slightly at the sound of his breathy moan on the other end of the line. You could practically see the flustered look on his face as he tried to pull himself together. If only he were here with you. If only you could touch him.

“God, this is frustrating,” he grumbled, though you could still hear the heat in his words. The second he had realized what was going on, his entire mood had changed, and you could hear it laced in every syllable he spoke. Your brow furrowed slightly, though the expression was short-lived as your body suddenly jerked and another low groan slipped past your lips as your fingers tugged on the head of brown hair between your legs. “Shitty Dazai getting to have all the fun.”

You had put Chuuya on speakerphone almost as soon as he had answered the phone, but the receiver was still close as it lay on the pillow next to your head. You had wanted to have both hands free while still having his voice right in your ear, and it gave both of your hands the freedom to push and tug on the top of Dazai’s head, just as his dark brown eyes lifted to meet yours. A smug grin turned up the corners of his lips as he pulled away from you briefly, earning a huff of annoyance from you.

“Aww, and here I was the one nice enough to think of you when we started this, slug. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t get to hear our pretty girl fall apart on my tongue. And I know how much you love the sounds she makes.”

The arrogance in his voice might have been off-putting if it wasn’t for the swirl of emotions that bubbled in your stomach at the sound of Chuuya growling through the phone. You all knew that Dazai had hit a nerve, and excitement filled the room at how the red-head was going to react.

“Shut up, you dumb mackerel. Instead of spewing your bullshit, why don’t you put that mouth to good use?” It wasn’t a denial, and Dazai didn’t need to be told twice as his tongue slowly found it’s way back to your clit, your body arching and a whimper slipping past your lips in response.

“Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me what he’s doing to you,” Chuuya’s soft voice continued, the edge to his tone a sure sign of his arousal, but now he was focused solely on you.

When the three of you had entered into this particular arrangement, it was well understood that it was to benefit everyone. Even though they fought often, Chuuya and Dazai’s feelings for each other were just as prominent as their feelings for you. However, despite their similar feelings, they had, at some point, made it a competition on who could please you more thoroughly. It was a win-win for you, and the result was that you often found yourself in situations such as this. Both of them were sure to take any opportunity they could to show up the other when one wasn’t around.

“His tongue, Chuuya… it’s… oh my God,” the words were stolen from your lips as one of Dazai’s slender fingers slipped inside of you just as his lips wrapped around the swollen bundle of nerves that he had been toying with for the last few minutes. Your eyes rolled back, and as he slipped in a second finger, you knew that you were losing focus. It was only the sound of Chuuya’s voice that brought you back down to reality.

“Does it feel good? Tell me, darling. I need to hear how good he’s making you feel,” he insisted, his voice becoming slightly more frantic and you knew that he was touching himself now. You could hear him shifting on the other end of the line, and the mental image alone almost sent you over the edge.

“Shit, I-I wish you were here,” you mumbled, just as Dazai’s fingers curled inside of you, causing a flash of white-hot pleasure to course through you. “He’s doing that thing with his fingers, that I-“ your breath caught when a third finger joined the first two, and a gasp escaped you as your eyes squeezed shut. “It feels so good, but I-I… I want you to-“

You couldn’t get the rest of the words out as the coil in your stomach started tightening faster, but judging by the now rapid breathing filling your ear, you knew that he understood what you were trying to say. While it was a competition between him and Dazai to make you feel good, you wanted them both to benefit. Even if one of them was hundreds of miles away.

“I do feel good, sweetheart. The sound of your voice- fuck. The way you sound as he works you…” Chuuya’s voice trailed off, but the fast breathing turned into a more primal growl that signaled he was close. Your fingers tightened in Dazai’s hair as you pulled him closer, your own orgasm now within sight.

The sounds falling from your lips as Dazai’s tongue and fingers worked you in ways that had you seeing stars was almost unholy, but you knew that Chuuya needed to hear them. Even when he was there with you, he always pressed for you to be more vocal. Anytime you tried to hold back, he was shaking his head and grabbing your chin so that you could meet those glowing, sapphire eyes that made you feel like you were drowning in all the best ways.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he huffed, a series of whimpers and moans gliding up your throat as your eyes squeezed shut and your entire body stiffened as rolling waves of pleasure coursed through your veins. Judging by the groans in your ear, you knew that the two of you had cum at the same time, and a smile tugged at your lips as your body slowly came down from the high that you had just reached.

With a low hum from his lips, Dazai slowly pulled his fingers out of you, and a victorious smile grace his features as he scooted up the bed so that he was now laying on the opposite side of the pillow from your phone.

“You hear that, slug? That was all thanks to me.”

After his arrogant statement directed towards your phone, Dazai leaned down to kiss you, your chest still heaving as the breath struggled to reach your lungs, though you found you could care less. Your hands immediately snaked to the back of his head, holding him to you as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Both boys knew how much you loved the intimate moments shared after sex, and the slow make-out that ensued as Chuuya cleaned himself up on the other end of the line was only proof of that.

“Just wait until I get home,” you heard a few moments later, and you pulled back just enough so that you and Dazai could turn to look at the phone as if you would see Chuuya suddenly lounging next to you. “The sounds you made tonight will be nothing compared to the ones I draw from you. That includes you too, shitty Dazai.”

You couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation, and the wide-eyed look that was momentarily displayed on the brunette’s face beside you indicated that he felt the same way. Chuuya was nothing if not a sore loser.

And this was a game he intended to win.

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haruchuiyo · 2 years

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Irresistible

irresistible kisses with fyodor

content: suggestive, established relationship, heavy makeout, slight nsfw, fluff, soft spoken fyodor. nickname such as ‘my dove’

gn!reader

haven’t written for bsd in ageeees, had to write for my rat king <3

NOT EDITED!

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Fyodor’s white ushanka hat is splayed on top his face as he lays down on the couch, his chest heaving up and down in even breaths. He is sleeping. And you couldn’t feel any happier knowing this. Him doing this means he is relaxed and not on guard, even though he seems calm most of the time. Sleeping makes you more vulnerable. His arm falls down, and you see how he is wearing gloves.

Kneeling down and sitting on the floor, you gently hold onto his clothed arm with one hand as the other goes to gently pull the glove out. It doesn’t budge, so you pull on the hem of the glove and as you do, his finger twitches and you still. Seeing him not move now, you continue to pull on the hem and tug the glove off. It’s off his hand and you smile at yourself for this little accomplishment. You go to stand on your knees to tug off the other glove and you succeeded at it as well.

He is still not awake and you take the moment to go back to sit on the floor. You were about to hold onto his hand when he twitches again and you look up at his, what you thought sleeping face, but he is awake. And he is looking at you with his pretty dark purple eyes.

“I thought you were asleep.” You say, your voice giving a hint of surprise. Fyodor gives you a lazy smile. Then you feel him hold onto your hand and place it on top of his hand.

“My dove,” he starts off, “yeah?” You softly reply. “the first finger twitch should’ve given it away. Didn’t you hear yourself slightly gasp?” He says and chuckles when he sees your eyes widen in surprise.

“I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Never did, now come here.” He says as he tugs into your hand while watching you and pats his chest with his other hand. Your hands feel soft in his hands which feels rough. “Lay on me, will you?” You feel yourself warm up at the thought of cuddling with him. “Of course.” You softly reply and Fyodor feels him smile even more at the sight of you looking rather eager to lay on him. Your place your each of your knee on the couch beside his hip and lay down. The entire process of it, Fyodor quietly watches you, you who are careful to not hastily lay down on him, taking it rather calmly and slowly. And you finally lay down. You feel his heartbeat when you place your hands on his chest, it’s beating in even paces. Your heart feels like it’s going to skip out of its place any minute. You place your cheek on his chest as you feel him place his hands on top of your back, close to your backside.

“This feels nice.” You say as you fiddle with the material on his shirt as Fyodor chuckles as he traces pattern on your clothed back. “I quite missed this.” You tell him. “Yeah?” You hear him say as you raise your head to look at him. He looks beautiful, his ushanka hat is somewhere unknown, his hair is splayed on the arm of the couch and he looks relaxed. You love it. His smile, the tint of fondness in his eyes as he looks at you. You feel him give your waist a slight squeeze and you slightly gasp in surprise not expecting it. You see Fyodor flashing you a grin cause of your reaction, he found it cute.

“Yes, I missed it.” You say when you remembered to speak. He doesn’t say anything else. He thinks you look serene. So out of this world. He quietly observes your face, the smile still on his face and the tint of fondness in his eyes. You feel him gently place his hand the back of your head and softly tangles his fingers in your hair. You sigh in content and then you feel a pair of lips press on top of yours. You part your lips in slight surprise, he slightly pulls away, his lips brushing against yours. He places his lips on top of yours again after he breathes you in. Smiling softly, you kiss him back.

The kiss is slow yet soft. Fyodor hums into the kiss when he feels you clutch onto the front of his shirt. The slow kiss feels out of this world, it’s so gentle, each of you are pouring your feelings into it. Fyodor holds onto your hips and presses you against him. A gasp leaves your lips into the kiss at the move. Which made you momentarily leave his lips and Fyodor doesn’t waste a second to kiss you again. You trace your hands up his shirt to tangle them in his hair. You give it a grip when he bites down on your lip, a soft moan leaving your lips. He kisses your lips again as if to eat your moan up.

You pull away, feeling a loss of oxygen. A slight groan leaves Fyodor’s own lips. He presses you against him again and you moan at the feel of your crotch brushing up against his. Fyodor takes the chance of when your head is slightly thrown back, to kiss you on the throat, on your pulse point and he reaches bottom of your throat close to your collarbone. He nips on the skin there and your grip on his hair tightens when he sucks on the same spot.

He traces his hands up to hold onto your face and makes you look at him. His eyes wavers as he looks at you. His eyes tinted with something else than fondness right now. Desire. His lips are swollen, there’s a slight blush to his cheeks and some of his hair is stuck on his forehead. Fyodor looks at you, your pretty swollen parted lips, he sees your chest heave up and down rather quickly, he sees the mark he left on your collarbone and couldn’t feel more proud of himself. A way to say you’re his.

Fyodor kisses you again, this time with desperation. You hold onto his hair even tighter if possible and you adjust your place on his body, to sit more comfortably. Fyodor reaches up, making you sit on his lap properly before he pushes you down, pressing your back against the seat of the couch. Now hovering over you in between your legs, he holds onto your face as he places his lips back on yours. He can’t get enough of you, of your soft lips and kisses. Your sounds when he touches you where you want him to touch, the gasp when he presses himself up into you, leaves your body overflowing with overwhelming sensations. You softly whimper when he leaves your lips momentarily to pepper your jaw with chaste kisses.

Seeing you so obedient and have this need for him, you look so much more irresistible in his eyes. He kisses you harder at that thought and you whimper into the kiss. Pressing your body against his, Fyodor groans into the kiss. Along the way, he manages to slid his hand under your shirt and touch your bare skin with his palm. You gasp at his cold touch and you open your eyes when you feel him pull away.

Fyodors hair is disheveled. “My dove.” His voice is deep, desperate as he gently bites down on your lower lip and tugs on it. He kissed down your chin to your pulse point.

“My sweet dove.” He mutters, his breath hot against your skin and he reaches the space between your neck and shoulder. “My sweet, sweet dove.” He whispers as he kisses you there.

You wrap your legs around his hips while moving your hands to his back, and you push up against him when you feel him bite down on the same spot. He grunt against your neck when he feels you dig your nails into his back, through his shirt. He takes a whiff of your scent, slightly groaning to himself wanting to inhale more of it. More of you.

He pulls his head up to look at you, you with tears in your eyes, hair disheveled, lips parted as you dig your fingers into him again, pulling you against him.

“Fyodor.” You whisper against his lips, his name leaving your lips like a plea. “My sweet dove.” He whispers back before he kisses you again.

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If you’ve come this far, a reblog, feedbacks and likes would be so appreciated :3

i want this man to kiss tf out of me bro he is irresistible smh

creds to my friend @wooaaawoa for the “my dove” nickname, without her I’d go with one that doesn’t sound like something fyodor would say <3

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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pairing: chuuya x gn!reader genre: comfort word count: 372

a/n: i love chuuya sm but idk if i got his character right, so i'm sorry if he's ooc

cw blood mention

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“darling?” you gently knock on the door. chuuya silently opens it, pulling you into the room before slamming it shut again. he wraps his arms around neck, hiding his face in your chest. you hold his waist. “tsujimura told me about what happened.” he doesn’t say anything, still clinging to your body. “why don’t i run you a bath?” chuuya nods a little, slowly pulling away from you. you use a finger to lift his chin up, looking into his eyes. a deep cut is stretched across his cheek and bruises decorate his face. you stroke your thumb against one near his jawline, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips. “get changed and come find me, okay?” chuuya nods.

you leave the bathroom door closed to give chuuya some privacy as you turn the water on, waiting for it to become warm enough. after a few minutes, you turn the water off. the door slides open a little before closing. without his clothing you can see the wounds covering chuuya’s body. a deep purple bruise is forming on his side and a bandage is wrapped around his arm.

his fingers toy with the edges of your shirt. “stay with me?” he whispers.

“of course,” you murmur. chuuya helps you strip your clothing off before you get in the tub. he sits in your lap with your back to you, leaning back against your chest. you lean over to grab some soap, gently rubbing it against his back and shoulders. chuuya relaxes into your touch as you clean dirt and dried blood from his skin. “i need to clean your hair,” you whisper. chuuya nods, letting you wet his hair before massaging shampoo through it. the water becomes a light red as you clean blood out of his orange locks. gently, you use your fingers to brush out the knots the best you can. he sighs, relaxing further into your arms.

“thank you.” he whispers.

“for what?”

“for being here. taking care of me. loving me,” he pauses. you lean forwards to press a kiss against his shoulder, silently comforting him.

“i’ll always be here. i love you.” chuuya turns, pressing his lips against yours.

“i love you too,” he whispers.

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akutashi · 2 years

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Chuuya with a partner who squirts during sex

Tags: 18+ MDNI, squirting, over stimulation, oral (receiving), fingering, pet names (baby), (1)pussy slap, it’s not specified but I’m tagging this as unprotected sex just in case, your typical begging, hints of aftercare (bc chuuya’s a king tbh♡)

WC: 747

Requested by anon

Once Chuuya found out that you could squirt, it was game over. Chuuya savors any and all reactions he can get out of you, he loves to know how good he’s making you feel and it helps boost his ego a little bit. He absolutely adores your whines as his tongue runs its course up and down against your clit. Thighs draped over his shoulder, pressing against his cheeks as he adds his fingers to the mix, rubbing his fingers in gentle circles before he inserted them into you. Methodically pumping them in and out of you, twisting and turning his fingers to make sure he hits every proper spot inside of you that makes you clench around him and raise your hips up as you cry out.

It’s coming, you can feel it as your heart beats against your chest and your torso is seen inflating and deflating as you breathe in and out. It feels like a pulse, a tingling sensation as Chuuya wraps his free arm around ine of your thighs, pulling you closer to him as his face is now even more dangerously close to your entrance. It feels harsher now that he’s even closer, every taste bud on his tongue running over your sensitive core. Your palm meets his forehead as you try to use it as force in a failed attempt to push him away from you. “Don’t try to stop it baby, you know exactly what I want.” Chuuya stops to say, pulling his mouth away to kiss your inner thigh. His fingers don’t stop though as you feel the release of the liquid release from inside of you. Warmth slowly leaking down your thigh as your face contorts, nose scrunching up as you whimper. The sound of his fingers pumping in and out of you are more prominent now, the loud noise due to the residue from that release on his fingers allowing for him to slide his fingers in and out of you at a more vigorous pace. It’s enough to make your cheeks heat up as you constrict around his fingers as you feel the heaviness in your stomach start to grow.

“Chuu’ ‘m gonna cum.” “Do it, come on baby, let me see you cum.” His voice always has that air of confidence, one that knows exactly what he’s doing.

You’re crying, begging and cursing as the liquid keeps coming, slowly beginning to stain the bed sheets as he pulls his fingers out. He stares at you, absolutely infatuated as he lets you catch your breath.

“Think you can give me one more?” His smirk is absolutely deadly as you give him a faint nod. He grabs your legs, pushing them up by your head and spreading them. You’re on full display for him now, red and swollen from all the stimulation.

He lightly taps his tip against your core causing you to let out a small shriek, “Chuu’ please,” you beg him.

He easily slides himself into you, the perfect position to be able to get you to take as much of him as you can. The first few thrusts are experimental, slow and calculating, trying to find the best pace. He eyes you under him, gauging your reactions. He’s settled on a slower pace, allowing you to feel every inch of him as his balls meet your bottom with a soft muffled slap. His thrusts are so long that he’s practically pulling out of you with every one, just keeping his tip in before filling you up again.

And he’s right, every thrust that allows him to reach the deepest parts of you as he possibly can causes your face to contort as you wriggle underneath him. After all this time it’s almost like he knows your body better than you do, the way you tighten around him is enough to tell him to pick up his thrusts, they aren’t much faster at all, just enough to send you over edge as you let out a cry, your final release trickling down your thigh again as he pulls out of you. Your legs lay limp back now flush against the mattress as you catch your breath. Chuuya’s always clingly and soft after sex, arms lightly around your waist as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “Here, let me take care of you now.” You smile and nod as he gets up to grab you a wash cloth to help clean you up.

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oujishi · 2 years

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ー DAZAI AT A CAT CAFE

no warnings, just fluff and cats

He was definitely the one that dragged you to go with him to the cafe. He found out about it by a flyer and the idea of it piqued his interest. A cafe? Filled with cats? Heaven. Dazai is undoubtedly a cat person, I mean, he hates dogs.

The cafe was pretty small, ( the owners were definitely on a tight budget ) yet it was still somewhat homey. The peaceful nature of the cats definitely matched the tranquility of the place nicely.

Dazai straight up harassed the cats, he did everything to get one of the cats attention and the worst part was all the cats just ignored him and some even went to you instead of him.

"PSPSPSPPSPSPSPPSSSPPS"

"Dazai leave the poor cat alone ಠ_ಠ"

There was a little station with baggies of cat biscuits that you could feed to the cats and he refused to leave until a cat ate one of them. He even tried eating the cat food to persuade the cats to eat them.

Eventually some of the cats that went up to you came up to him too and he was now satisfied and after a while a cat came up to him and fell asleep on his lap and he refused to move because he didn't want to wake the cat up.

"Dazai, we have to go it's getting late (-_-)"

"shhh, your gonna wake it up"

You too ended up coming home very late

There was also a mini merch stand with a bunch of cat things Dazai insisted on buying. You left with a gigantic cat plushy, covered in fur and exhausted.

note - this was a rewrite of a post from an old account so if it sounds familiar that’s probably why. Sorry I just don’t want anyone thinking I plagiarised. To anyone who read this, have a good day! :D

Reblogs are appreciated!!

#dazai x reader #bsd x reader #Bsd #Bungo stray dogs #bsd x gender neutral reader #Dazai x you #dazai x y/n #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #dazai drabble #dazai headcabons #bsd imagine #bsd dazai #osamu dazai

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cheriedarlings · 2 years

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there are things i think about a lot and one of them is fucking chuuya……..,…….,,,,, so if u have any headcanons about how he fucks/what he likes and doesn’t like/how he is in bed in general i would be more than delighted to hear them <333

This is... embarrassingly late, I apologize! I hope you enjoy nonetheless. I’m always happy to write for Chuuya. <3

AFAB reader, some vaguely fem terms, but gender isn’t mentioned. NSFW content ahead.

A tenacious lover through and through, Chuuya isn’t satisfied until you’re completely spent, only able to pant and whine his name, telling him how good he’s making you feel. Your pleasure is his pleasure, simply put, and he won’t stop until you can’t take anymore.

He’s very handsy with you- your hips, waist, thighs, ass, chest... everywhere. You’re stunning to him and he wants to let you know, especially when you’re getting intimate.

He’s also a huge tease, like, irritatingly so. He practically worships the ground you walk on, but that doesn’t mean he’s not against making your mind spin with how much he’s edging you. Not surprisingly, he likes to throw in some dirty talk as well-- “you’re so dirty, moaning for me like that... maybe if you beg me some more, I’ll give you what you want.”

He’s not picky about positions- any way he can take you is fine with him- but sometimes, good old missionary does the trick. He likes to watch every change in your expression while he’s fucking into you, cooing about you pretty you look like this.

Chuuya has a lot of stamina, so you’ll most definitely be going for more than one round, if you’re up for it. Just sit back and relax, let him do all the work. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, alright?

He’s big on leaving marks on you, wherever he can, especially where you’re most sensitive. On your neck is his favourite, since everyone can see who you belong to, but on your thighs and chest isn’t too bad, either. Honestly? You look so sexy with them to him that it doesn’t matter. Anywhere is good.

He can be quite rough, given his overall demeanor, but if you’re on this blog you probably like that, so it’s fine! You more than likely have some finger-print-shaped bruises on your thighs from how hard he grips you- not to hurt you, not at all, but rather, he gets so into it while you’re on his lap with him kissing your breath away that he can’t help it.

I have to say it. I think he totally has a sir kink. You might have said it as a joke one day, but he instantly got hard from it and thought about it for the rest of the day. If you’ve been being bratty, he will bend you over his lap and spank you until your ass is red, making you say “thank you, sir” every time.

This was mentioned on another one of my posts, but Chuuya is so into you sitting on his face that it would make you laugh. It’s the perfect view, and he gets to grip onto your hips and thighs while you squirm around as his tongue delves into you.

All in all, sex with Chuuya is painfully intimate, and no matter what you two end up doing, it’ll end with you soaking wet and spent like no other. So, what do you say, round 2? 3?

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ivorryskies · 6 months

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Dazai x reader (besties, but dazai having feelings for her.)

The whole agency attends a wedding of a client<3. Like, make some scenarios of ur choice. Also,The bride throws her bouquet and gets caught by the reader leaving the reader flustered.

I Do ＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚

➼authors note: ahh! this is so cute! i really look forward to your requests! you ask and i shall deliver!

➼pairings: Dazai x fem!reader

➼summary: you attend the wedding of a client with the agency but you did not expect your turn to be next?

You zipped up one of your finest of dresses, pairing it with a simple pearl necklace and earrings and taking your clutch and walking out of your room.

You wore your heels and took your keys leaving for the night. A client had so kindly invited you to their wedding after the agency helped saved them.

Kunnikida was supposed to pick you up as you didn't feel like driving that night and as if on cue you heard a car honk outside. You opened the door and sat on the passenger seat.

"good evening Kunnikida"

"good evening [name]" he said calmly and drove off.

You two talked about how nice the client is on your way to the venue and discussed other matters. You reached the venue in 15 minutes and got out of the car to see the agency standing there waiting for you two and ranpo and president.

You walked to them greeting them.

"hello guys!" you said cheerfully.

"damn girl you're looking fine" you heard yosano say walking up to you. She didn't look any less, she looked stunning.

"says you" you smiled at her.

what you didn't notice at first was dazai staring at you, his eyes lit up watching you walk down. He was speechless. A man who had more control on his emotions than anyone, had no control over this feeling. He forced them to subside but failed miserably causing his cheeks to flush.

"oh hey donna~" he said oddly nervous.

"hey dazai! whats up!" you smiled walking to him.

You two talked abit with dazai just gazing at your eyes the entire time until the president and ranpo arrived. You all walked in and sat n your seats when refreshments were served. Dazai took 2 champagne glasses and gave one to you, while yosano took wine instead. Ranpo was taking the appetizers and president was sitting calmly on his seat observing everything while kunnikida was writing something down... probably his ideal wedding. Naomi and Tanazaki excused themselves as they had to go to school tomorrow.

The bride entered and she looked stunning you gasped at how lovely she looked while dazai was focused on you the entire time. How your cheeks flushed slightly when the groom took the brides hand to bring her to him, how your hair looked so gorgeous, your simple yet stunning jewelry and you beautiful dress. What was happening to him? He shook his head and turned away.

The bride and groom were saying their vows as yosano smiled gently at the sight circling her wine glass,kunnikida observing with a calm expression. the president also had a small smile and ranpo couldn't care less. As the priest said "you may now kiss the bride" it made you abit emotional and you took dazais hand commenting on how cute the couple looks and how you can't wait to experience this one day, while all he could think about was that if you want he would put a ring on your finger right now, but oh how he was too good at hiding his feelings and how blind you were to his.

Soon enough after some snacks the bride lined up everyone to throw her bouquet in the end and smiled softly at you when she noticed the agency there. You didn't want to stand there but yosano pulled you so here you are. you stood still waiting for the flowers to get launched but what you didn't expect was her throw to go so far that it reached as far as you were standing and...out of the blue...you caught it.

The agency all started cheering for you as kunnikida clapped yosano hugged you tightly, ranpo cheered and president smiled. Dazai looked at you shocked as you caught the flowers. Your face shun a bright red flustered at all the sudden attention looking at the flowers in disbelief. You chuckled nervously and hugged yosano back and soon went back to your seat when everyone settled down. You showed dazai the flowers and he just said.

"nice catch" and laughed

"i didn't expect her to throw all the way back!" you chuckled nervously.

The bride and groom were going back but stopped on their way to greet you guys. You all stood up congratulating them and dazai teased the groom so bad flustering him and you nudged his shoulder laughing. What a great day...and if theres one thing dazai learnt.

it was how badly he wanted to wife you up

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#bsd imagine #dazai x reader #bsd #bsd scenarios #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs #dazai imagine #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs ranpo #bungou stray dogs dazai

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simpforchuchu · 2 years

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hiiiii!

I really love your work! keep going!

May I request scenario with Chuuya And/or Dazai,where the reader finds out she's pregnant and wants to surprise them,and how they would react when they find out? With female reader please

Being married to them or just dating is your choice

Keep up with the good work and take your time,also no pressure ;)💕🫂

How would they react when they find out you are pregnant | Chuuya / Dazai

A/n: HEY BABY THANK YOU AND LOVE YOU TOO. Hope you like it !

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: just fluff

Chuuya

Morning sickness, weakness, and delayed menstruation. Everything needed to be suspicious was obvious. And now you were waiting for the pregnancy test.

Seconds pass and finally the line that appears on the test. Yes, it's positive.

You didn't know whether to be happy or afraid. You didn't feel ready to be a mother. Besides, Chuuya... does he want it?

You sat on the bed with tears in your eyes and lay down. You put your hands on your stomach and pulled your knees towards you. After a while, you fell asleep.

When you woke up to the sound of the door opening a few hours later, you panicked and thought about where you put the test.

No you didn't. Really? Did you lose it?

When Chuuya entered your bedroom and saw you searching for something under the bed, he was surprised and asked

"Hey, baby. What are you looking for? Did you lose something?" When you tried to smile nervously, your bf realized there was a problem.

"Y/n what's wrong?" Immediately after his question, his eyes caught the test kit on the side of the bed and he looked at it in surprise. You immediately turned to the direction he was looking and took the test in your hand.

"Y/n? What's that darling?" There was no use in hiding. You sighed deeply and went towards Chuuya. Your heart was beating so fast. You staggered as you going towards him, and Chuuya reflexively pulled you towards him.

"Hey! Are you okay? Are you too tired today? Let's sit down." You nodded and smiled. Chuuya sat you on the bed and sat next to you and caressed your cheek.

You smiled and your eyes filled with tears. Are you really feeling this emotional already? Chuuya looked at you in shock.he wiped your tears with his finger and asked again with concern.

"Baby what's wrong? Why are you cr-?"

"Chuuya, I'm pregnant." With what you said in one go, Chuuya shook his head and smiled. Then when he realized what you said, he opened his eyes wide and looked at you.

"WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS? WILL WE BE PARENTS? OH MY GOD! I AM THE HAPPIEST MAN IN THE WORLD NOW!"

You looked at him in surprise

"You? Are you happy?"

"ARE YOU JOKING? I CAN CRY WITH HAPPINESS Y/N ! THIS...THAT'S PERFECT NEWS! C'mon! WE'RE GOING!" Confused you asked again "Where to Chuuya?"

"Doctor, of course, darling. I have to make sure you're both in good health."

Dazai

You were not on a mission. You were not tired, you were not sick. There was no event that frightened you. At least, your beloved husband thought so.

Today was both your day off and he took you out on a date as he always does. You were excited to eat your favorite dessert in a nice and cute cafe. And that wasn't the only reason for his excitement, you were planning to tell him some great news.

But everything did not go as you planned. Before you even got to the cafe, you suddenly fainted and Dazai shouted for help with you in his arms in fear.

...

You were sleeping in a hospital bed. Doctors were doing tests. Dazai nervously held your hand, waiting for someone to say something. After a while, a doctor came in and Dazai stood up worriedly. The doctor smiled and began to explain that you was fine.

"Don't worry, Mr. Dazai, they're both fine." Dazai first took a deep breath, but when he thought back to what he had heard, he turned to the doctor in surprise. "The two?" The doctor smiled "Yes. Your wife is pregnant, didn't you know? Maybe she doesn't know either. It's very recent." Dazai stared at the doctor for a while in surprise and then looked at you.

He smiled to himself and then patted your stomach with his hand. Will he really finally have a family?

...

When you woke up, you looked at him in surprise when you saw Dazai sleeping on the edge of the bed with his hand on your stomach. Did he find out?

"Osamu..."

Dazai had woken up even with a whisper. He looked up at you with a drowsiness. Then he suddenly stood up.

"Are you okay baby? How are you feeling?" You smile and nodded your head

"Did you know ?" you nodded your head

"I was going to tell you today too, but..." Dazai smiled and took your hand

"I'm so happy baby. I'm so happy... I'll do everything I can to make you and our baby happy. Now get some more sleep, please, rest." You smiled and closed your eyes. You could still feel his hand on your stomach...

#bsd #bsd fanfic #bsd imagine #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #chuuya #chuuya imagine #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai x reader

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luv-fedya-archived · 2 years

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♡

I love you.

Perhaps it was those words that had drawn him in, akin to a moth to a flame.

For a god, a demon, 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 thought himself to be invulnerable.

For one who had the entire world in his grasp, if he so pleased, Fyodor thought himself to be impervious to the feelings that humans all yearned to feel, to love.

What does that make you, then?

An exception to end all exceptions?

For a supposed genius, Fyodor is befuddled.

He doesn’t know what to say.

“It's okay,” you laugh and assure him. “Take your time”.

And he does. A week, a month, a year.

What a shame indeed, for it is only when you are lost deep in the realm of sleep, that he musters up the courage to ghost his fingers faintly over your cheeks, lips curving up in a slight smile as he whispers into your ear ever so lightly.

Is it proper for a god to hold such feelings for a follower? To think of them so fondly, to hold them in such high regards?

Even unconscious, the words stir something inside of you, and you smile subconsciously.

I love you too

-may 29th, 2022

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #fyodor x reader #did you know this was supposed to be a death fic LMFAO #soft fyodor anyone #bsd fanfic #bsd fluff #bsd imagine #fyodor fluff

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oh-ranpo · 2 years

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heart on your sleeve

☾ - pairing: ranpo edogawa x fem!reader ☾ - word count: 5.2k+ ☾ - warning: alcohol consumption, some cursing, nothing too crazy. ☾ - summary: it was supposed to be a girl’s night out where you were safe to bare your heart’s desires without repercussions. but after three drinks too many, maybe holding in those feelings becomes a little bit harder.

One shot and two mixed drinks should have been your limit. You knew yourself and your tolerance enough to know that venturing too far outside of those parameters would only end in disaster. Too bad your friends were a bunch of enablers who wanted to see you suffer.

After three shots, you felt your inhibitions fall away, and when they were partnered with the same number of mixed drinks in a very limited amount of time, your night was sure to be headed for a swift derailment. Only, by the time the third rum and coke had been drained from your glass, your ability to care about what came next had disappeared completely.

It was supposed to be a girls night out - a reward for all the hard work you had put in at the Armed Detective Agency lately. You, Yosano, Naomi and Kirako had been planning this outing for a while as a way to let loose. Your lives were constantly dictated by the moods and whims of others, and while you knew you were appreciated, it was hard to get as much recognition when you were working in the shadows of those like Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo and Ranpo Edogawa.

Ranpo Edogawa.

Just the mere thought of his name had your head spinning in ways that would make the alcohol in your system jealous. While you found yourself having to work twice as hard to manage to even come close to his level, when it came to the young detective, you found you didn’t mind quite as much. Even in his arrogance, you found him endearing. Not that you would have ever admitted that to him out loud. It would only serve to inflate his ego more, and while you were infatuated with him, the thought of that was almost too much to bear.

With your fourth drink in hand, you stumbled your way back to the table where the other three girls were waiting for you. The floor felt like it tilted in a gradual slant as you walked, and your brow furrowed as you concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. I can’t be that drunk, you thought to yourself. Though, in all reality, there was no denying that you were.

It had been a rough week. A rough month, actually. The caseload that you had taken on was bigger than ever, and while you had plenty of assistance, it felt like the pile of paperwork on your desk was never-ending. Even Dazai wasn’t able to shirk his duties off onto Atsushi as there had been so much to get through. It was all hands on deck, all the time. It was exhausting.

That didn’t mean that you were unhappy, though. You loved the people you worked with, and you were happy to use your abilities to help better the city that you lived in. It was just nice to have a break here and there, and those breaks had started to come fewer and farther apart. So, who cares if you were a little past drunk and your mind was turning into inebriated mush? Surely that would just have to be a problem to be solved tomorrow.

“That was fast,” Yosano smirked as her gaze flitted to your newest drink as you set it down on the table in front of you. It had only been mere minutes since you had downed your third one, and you hadn’t hesitated to rush to the bar for round four. It helped that the bartender had been eyeing you up all night, and so you were able to jump to the front of the line as well as earn a slightly heavier pour than might have been the norm.

“So? I thought we were here to have fun?” You shot back, smiling around the rim of your glass as you lifted it to your lips. You knew that Yosano was just giving you a hard time as she was already on her fourth drink as well. She had been the prime enabler for this evening’s festivities, and while you had assumed that it was because she, like you, wanted to let loose after a busy few weeks, there was no way you could have foreseen her ulterior motives.

“The bartender was awfully flirty,” Naomi commented this time, your gaze turning towards the dark-haired girl sitting next to you. She gave you a playful wink and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Even in your drunken state, you were still far from interested in some random stranger at the bar.

“He’s not exactly my type,” you huffed as you set your glass back down, almost accidentally knocking it over as your other hand clumsily bumped against it.

“Oh yeah?” Kirako hummed from across the table. “And just what is your type, exactly?”

This topic of conversation was to be expected. It wouldn’t have been a girl’s night out without bringing up some personal gossip, would it? You had just hoped that you wouldn’t have been the first one to be grilled about your love life - or lack thereof.

Normally, you would have pretended to ponder this question and come up with some vague response, but your filter had disappeared as soon as your third shot glass hit the table, and instead, a sly, crooked smile spread across your lips.

“Ranpo, of course.”

Yosano’s eyebrows shot up in amusement as she pretended to be surprised by this bit of information, and Naomi and Kirako smirked at each other from across the table. If you were sober, you might have asked them how in the world they had already figured it out, but now your mind was preoccupied with other things.

Like the emerald green of a certain someone’s irises and brown capes and pageboy hats.

“Does he know?” Naomi asked, pulling your thoughts back to the girl’s at the table around you. You shrugged in response.

“For the world’s greatest detective, he doesn’t even seem to notice me.”

Yosano had gone quiet as she was now typing something out on her phone. You noticed her distraction immediately and frowned.

“Akiko, are you even listening to me? I’m spilling my deepest secrets over here,” you pouted, and Yosano laughed before flipping her phone closed and sliding it back into her pocket.

“I know you are, but I believe that you’ve got it all wrong. To think that Ranpo doesn’t notice you is to say that you’re the most oblivious person that I’ve ever met.”

Your forehead scrunched in confusion, but you didn’t respond to her insult right away.

How would she know if he had noticed me? It’s not like the three of us hang out that much. Sure, her and Ranpo are close, but I’m always going off on missions with Atsushi and Kyouka, never Ranpo. Why would he have noticed me?

You downed your fourth drink in record time, opting to busy yourself with the alcohol as opposed to finishing your current conversation. Sensing your disinterest in sharing more matters of your heart with them, Naomi had started rambling about her brother, and Kirako admitted that she didn’t have much time for romance considering how busy the president kept her. It was all stuff you had heard before, and while your mind was spinning with Yosano’s comments and the residual thoughts of your handsome co-worker, it was becoming increasingly hard to concentrate as the alcohol seeped into your bloodstream.

You had no idea how much longer you sat at that table while your friends chatted idly with one another but after a while, your head started to slump towards the table, and you were sure that your eyes had even slipped shut at one point. It wasn’t until someone was gently nudging your arm that you realized you had drifted off, and when your eyes slowly fluttered back open, you were sure that you still had to be locked inside a dream.

For there, standing right next to you, was Ranpo Edogawa.

“Wow, you look just like someone I know,” you murmured, your hands rubbing at your eyes as you tried to push away the dream. There was no way that it was the actual Ranpo, because he wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like this. He wasn’t a partier and he certainly didn’t feel the need to partake in vast alcohol consumption, even when he needed to unwind. You had also never seen him in anything other than his work attire and a suit and this Ranpo was wearing sweats and a sweatshirt that didn’t feel like it fit his style at all.

“Do I? Of course, I do. It’s-“ Before the man could finish, your hand had reached out to wrap around his wrist and you smiled softly up at him.

“You both are so handsome, you know? Like, it’s unfair. Really and truly unfair.”

Ranpo - or, to you, imposter Ranpo - stared back at you quizzically for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts to formulate a response. The other three girls were watching this interaction with unabashed amusement, with Yosano being the most delighted of them all.

“What are you talking about?” The man asked, and you pushed yourself to your feet, stumbling slightly as your arm gripped his shoulder in an attempt to steady yourself. The man’s eyes widened, and a sound slipped past your lips - one that was something embarrassingly similar to a mix between a moan and a whimper - as your other hand moved to gently rest against his cheek.

“You even have the same eyes. Those green fuckin’ eyes that I could just die for.”

Whether this was a dream or this man was a stranger, you couldn’t find it in yourself to stop now that you had gotten started. Every feeling that you had kept repressed seemed to tumble off your tongue and your concept of personal space was completely abandoned as you leaned into him, desperate for even a sliver of something akin to intimacy with a man you knew you could never have.

“He’s smart too, you know? The guy that you look like. Possibly the smartest guy I know, or really, the smartest anyone could know. He’s got this… he’s got this brain that just… it…” Your words trailed off as you thought about the way that Ranpo handled cases and how easy he made it all look. His mind was just wired in a way that let him see everything, and it was a skill that you were often envious of, and it wasn’t even supernatural. That’s just who he was. He just knew it all.

Well, except for the hopeless crush that you seemed to have on him.

The man was silent again, and when you lifted your head to look at him, your heart dropped to see that he wasn’t even looking at you anymore. His eyes were fixed on someone behind you, and you knew that it had to be one of your friends. You sighed, drawing his attention briefly, before standing up to your full height, your hand dropping from his shoulder again as you were now able to support your own weight.

“And just like him, you don’t want to give me the time of day. Go figure.”

You flopped back down onto the bench where you had previously been seated and let out another heavy sigh. Thank God this isn’t the real Ranpo, you thought to yourself sadly. How embarrassing to be rejected in such a public setting.

You lost yourself in your head again, your thoughts still fuzzy around the edges from the alcohol. The conversation continued around you, but you were still stuck in the moment before. Seeing that shock on Ranpo’s face was something you wanted to forget. Even if it wasn’t really him, it looked enough like him for you to get the idea. Your heart ached and thundered in your chest as you thought about just how much you wished things were different. Whether it be your feelings or Ranpo’s, you couldn’t decide which would be easier.

It took a minute for you to notice that the man you had just bared your heart to was kneeling down in front of you, and it wasn’t until he waved a hand under your nose that you finally looked back up. Your breath caught as you took in his soft smile, and his cheeks had turned a dusty pink when your eyes finally met.

“Are you ready to go home?”

The question caught you off guard, and you quickly turned your head to see if your friends had noticed this stranger offering to take you home, but your stomach dropped when you saw that you were the only one still sitting at the table. Even though you were intoxicated, you were still apprehensive about being left alone.

“Yosano called us a cab. It should be out front any minute now.”

So, he knew Yosano. You were going to have to have a talk with her when you got to work tomorrow.

Slowly, and hesitantly, you nodded as imposter Ranpo helped you back to your feet. He didn’t say anything about your earlier confessions, and you tried to quell the racing of your heart as one of his arms slipped around your waist while he lifted one of your arms to drape across his shoulders. You might have been a little nervous, but you could still let this game of pretend last a little bit longer. Real Ranpo or not, having him close was both comforting and exhilarating even with rejection still fresh in your heart.

“Tell me more about this guy I look like.”

The sound of the man’s voice sent a shiver down your spine at how the tone carried a similar weight to the man in question. Same inflections, same pace, it was almost as if he had found a way to perfectly imitate him. It was almost cruel teasing your heart like this.

“Ranpo, he’s…” you started, your voice much quieter now as you stepped out into the cool, night air. There was a cab waiting at the curb, just as he said there would be, and as he led you over to pull open the door, you thought about the best way to describe the man he was asking about.

“Ranpo is one of a kind. In more ways than one.”

The man didn’t say anything as he held the door open for you and gently helped you into the backseat. It wasn’t until he was seated next to you, both of your seatbelts fastened and your address given to the cab driver that he spoke again.

“What does that mean exactly?”

You sighed, but a smile spread across your lips as you envisioned Ranpo sitting at his desk with sweets wrappers surrounding him and his handheld game resting precariously in his lap. He could be so childlike sometimes, but not really in a negative way. He was carefree and easy going. He didn’t sweat the small stuff because he could always see the bigger picture. He was blunt, yet kind in his own way. He had an air about him that brought about undeniable trust and belief in his abilities because he had never given anyone a reason to doubt him.

“I don’t even know where to start.”

Leaning your head against the man’s shoulder you got the first whiff of his scent, causing your heart to palpitate in your chest once more. It was easy to mask in a room filled with sweaty bodies and the potent smell of alcohol, but being alone in the backseat of the car with him, it was undeniable. He smelled sugary sweet with an underlying floral tone that had to have come from the shampoo that the had inevitably used earlier that night. It was the same smell you would find yourself walking through when you passed Ranpo’s desk or when you walked behind him into a meeting.

Nuzzling your face further into his sweatshirt, you squeezed your eyes shut tightly as you tried to imagine what it might be like to have this smell surrounding you all the time. His warmth was intoxicating all on its own, and you wanted to live inside this moment of pretend forever. Your heart throbbed as you thought about how it would be gone as soon as you were dropped off in front of your apartment building, and you had to hold your breath to keep the frustrated groan from slipping past your lips.

“I swear this is one of the best dreams I’ve ever had,” you finally managed to say after a few minutes of silence spent pulling yourself together. This still had to be a dream. Everything was coming together too perfectly for it not to be. You were probably still passed out on the table back at the bar, and any minute now, a bouncer would be shaking you awake and telling you that it was time for you to head home.

The ghost of fingertips brushed across your hand that was resting in your lap, and when you slowly opened your eyes, you were surprised to see the man’s hand hovering over yours. His eyes were fixed on the space between them, as if contemplating what move he actually wanted to make. Smiling to yourself, your cheek still pressed against his collarbone, you flipped your hand over and allowed his fingers to slip between his own. If you were going to lean into this fantasy, you were going to go all the way.

Clammy palms pressed against yours, and you were taken aback at how nervous the man seemed to be. You had practically thrown yourself at him, telling him all the ways he reminded you of someone else, and he was the one that was nervous? Maybe he had diabolical intentions and now, seeing how pathetic you really were, he was starting to feel bad instead. Either way, you were too distracted by your own feelings to allow any sober part of your brain to think rationally.

When the cab pulled up to your apartment building a few minutes later, you started to feel nauseous. The night had officially come to an end, and now you were destined to head up to your apartment where you would get ready for bed alone, and the crawl under the blankets with no one else’s body heat to help keep you warm. The worst part being that your mind would be filled with emerald pools and soft, lingering touches that would never come. Thus was the downside to getting wasted and letting your fantasies run away with you.

“Guess this is me,” you muttered pathetically as you hesitated to open the door and drop the hand of the man sitting next to you. It didn’t even cross your mind that you hadn’t been the one to give the cab driver your address. Instead, you had just accepted the journey and now you wished that you could go anywhere but to your cold, dark bedroom.

“I’ll walk you up,” the man offered before pushing open his door and using his hold on you to pull you out behind him. You were still unsteady on your feet, but when you grasped his hand tighter, he maneuvered you back to his side so that you could lean on him if you needed.

“You don’t want the cab to leave without you, I can make it the rest of the way,” you offered, but the determined look imposter Ranpo gave you almost made you weak in the knees.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.” He accentuated his statement with another soft smile and you found it outside of your abilities to say no.

You barely comprehended the fact that, once inside the elevator in the lobby, he hit the exact right floor number without you even having to ask, and when you reached your door, he somehow already had a key ready to unlock it.

“Yosano gave it to me when she realized you were going to need help home,” he offered in way of explanation as he slowly turned the handle, giving you a quick glance as a blush spread across his cheeks. You nodded in understanding, accepting his reasoning without even delving too much into it. It sounded like something Yosano would do. She was sneaky like that.

Though, you were going to have to confront her about giving strange men your house key. Add it to the growing list of topics you were going to have to discuss with her the next time you saw her.

You flipped on the lights to the entryway, and only when you went to step out of your shoes did you finally drop the man’s hand. Disappointment filled your chest at the loss of his warmth, but now that you were safely inside your apartment, you figured that he would be on his way.

“You know,” imposter Ranpo said as he stood awkwardly in your foyer. When you looked up at him, you were struck, once again, with just how much he looked like your Ranpo. They were eerily identical. “When Yosano told me to come to the bar tonight, I honestly didn’t expect all of this.”

Yosano… invited… what?

Your mind was spinning as you stared up at him quizzically, trying to put the pieces of the night together so that they would make sense.

“I don’t… I don’t understand,” you mumbled, your hand moving to rest against your forehead in frustrated contemplation. The man’s eyes remained locked on you, and even though there was still a hint of anxiousness surrounding him, he still seemed more sure and confident than you.

“You keep talking about Ranpo like… as if I’m not Ranpo. I guess I just don’t understand how you haven’t realized it yet.”

Your head snapped back up, and the smirk that now resided on his lips boasted the same confidence that you saw every day in the office. Whether his lips were wrapped around a lollipop, or he had just solved a major case without so much as lifting a finger, that look was one that had been permanently engrained in your mind. And now… now it was directed at you.

“I-“ Your voice cut off when you realized you didn’t know what to say. You were still drunk and a part of you still thought that this was a dream. It was too sweet to wake up from, but your skin flushed at all of the instances of the evening that led to the conclusion that he was telling the truth.

“For someone who works for the ADA, you are awfully dense sometimes.”

A momentary flare of rage rumbled in your chest at the insult and you glared at the man standing in front of you.

“Well, if you really are the real Ranpo, I could say the same thing about you.” This seemed to take him by surprise as the brunette’s mouth snapped shut and his wide eyes regarded you quietly. It wasn’t often that anyone dared insult him, but your filter was gone and you were beyond frustrated. “I’ve been enamored with you for months and it took until you saw me intoxicated, spilling my heart for all of Yokohama to hear, for you to finally notice. The world’s greatest detective, my ass.”

Stunning the great Ranpo Edogawa into silence was a feat, and you had now done so at least twice in one evening. Dazai would have been thrilled to hear of your accomplishments if you weren’t so utterly embarrassed to the point that you would never want to speak of this evening again if things continued going south.

“You never said anything,” he mumbled under his breath, and you laughed bitterly.

“Of course, I didn’t. How does one tell a coworker that barely pays her any attention that she’s head-over-heels for him without looking like an idiot? The entire office would eat that shit up, and don’t even get me started on the merciless teasing that asshole Dazai would inflict upon me. You’re the one that can see everything, Ranpo, I thought that if you cared, you might have figured it out.”

Your anger had turned to despair, and what little bit of happiness you had experienced on the car ride over was now long gone. Faced with the reality of your situation, you wished that you could simply disappear into the floor, never to be seen or heard from again. Working alongside Ranpo was going to be difficult now that your true feelings had been exposed and your heart was aching from just how terribly everything had gone.

“When it comes to human emotion and matters of the heart, it’s not… it’s not that easy.” You barely heard his soft musings, even over the short distance between you, and you instinctively took a step closer so that you could hear what he was trying to say. “Or, maybe it’s not and I did see it but I was just… maybe I was scared.”

“Scared? Of what?”

“Of you.”

You blanched. Ranpo Edogawa scared of you?

“Why?”

Ranpo was staring at his shoes now and it wasn’t like him to not meet your gaze. You hadn’t ever seen him act so reserved in front of anyone before, and it was almost like he was trying to hide away from you. He always portrayed himself as someone who couldn’t bothered; as someone who could always figure it out. It seemed, at least, until his own heart got involved.

“Forget it,” he huffed, his mood changing swiftly as he turned back towards the door. “Forget I said anything.”

Even in the state that you were in, you were still able to move fast enough to grab his wrist before he could wrap his hand completely around the door handle. He paused as his head slowly turned towards you, and you instantly became aware of how close you were to him now. His scent invaded your nose once more and the warmth of his arm pressed against your chest, sending your mind reeling.

“Be honest with me, Ranpo,” you pleaded, and his shoulders dropped as a defeated look crossed his face. “I just need to hear you say it.”

Feeling the most sober you had in hours, you willed yourself to hold onto him until he finally moved away from the door, eliminating the risk of his imminent departure.

“I don’t know what to say other than… I don’t know how to describe it. I’ve never had to even try before. All I know is that when Yosano called and said that she needed my help and that you were involved I still… well, I came without a second thought. I don’t like going to bars. I don’t even know how to get to the bar using public transportation so I had to walk.” He paused, and you took a moment to mull over the distance between Ranpo’s residence and the bar that you had just left. It would have taken him at least thirty minutes to walk there, and in the middle of the night no less. “If it would have been Dazai or Kenji or anyone else, I would have told them to bother someone else, but it was you and I-“

Suddenly, realization washed over you like a tidal wave. He had come to your rescue because Yosano had said that you needed him. Even if it was just because you had too much to drink, he had still shown up - walked there, even - and you hadn’t even heard him complain once about it. It was so out of character that you could have convinced yourself once again that this had to be a dream or an imposter. But something flashed in those deep, green eyes of his and you knew that you were staring at the real deal now.

And he had come for you.

“Ranpo,” you whispered, his name carrying the weight of every emotion that was bubbling inside of you. You wanted to kiss him but you also knew that the moves you made now could be misinterpreted by your level of intoxication. So, instead, you lifted the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his arm to cup his cheek before sliding back into his soft, dark hair, memorizing the texture and feel of everything against your fingertips. His eyes fluttered briefly as he turned towards you completely.

“The taxi is gone,” he stated, and a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

“Good. I didn’t want you to leave.” And you weren’t even a little bit afraid now of being so honest.

A smile appeared on Ranpo’s lips soon after he digested your words and he stepped into your space, pushing your hand further back into his hair.

“What will we tell Yosano?” He asked, and you giggled as you leaned against his chest.

“Nothing. Let’s make her suffer.”

The twinkle in Ranpo’s eyes caused a squeezing in your chest and you felt a fire build in your stomach at the realization that this particular soft look really was meant for you and you alone.

“Not a very nice way of rewarding her for bringing us here together,” he quipped and you shrugged.

“That’s what she gets for going behind my back. Even if everything did work out for the best.”

Ranpo doesn’t disagree with you there, and soon kicks off his shoes before he’s guiding you down the hallway towards your bedroom. You giggle to yourself as he keeps you steady while you brush your teeth, and you blush when he lifts his sweatshirt over his head before lifting the edge of your comforter for you to slide under.

“I can make a bed for myself on the couch if you just-“

You hold up your hand to stop him, and then reach over to lift up the blanket beside you.

“It’s far more comfortable here. Besides, see it as a thank you for getting me home safely.”

A deep blush painted Ranpo’s cheeks as he stuttered out a rebuttal that you pretended not to hear, and you waited until he had filled the space in the bed next to you before reaching over to turn off the lamp. Even with there being space between you, you could still feel his warmth seeping into your skin, a small smile settling on your face as you turned to face him.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Ranpo whispered, his voice shaking slightly at the sudden onslaught of nerves in this new environment. You nodded as a yawn escaped you and your eyes slowly started to slide shut.

“I wanna make sure this wasn’t a dream. To do that, you have to be here in the morning too.”

You didn’t see Ranpo nod as your eyes had already closed, but you did feel his hand slide across the mattress to find yours underneath the blanket before sleep fully took over. And when you woke up the next morning to dark, fluffy hair splayed across the pillowcase next to you, your heart raced realizing that for once, your reality had far surpassed the sweetness of your dreams.

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Oddly calm

You’re a new hunting dog recruit whose gained the attention of a certain other hunting dog soldier, who find you very oddly interesting.

content: slightly dark, descriptions of torture, mentions of blood and just overall sadistic nature.

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this is a bit different from what I usually write, hope you enjoyed this nonetheless!

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The first he’d seen you, you were smiling and you were nice. Oddly nice especially for being one of the hunting dogs. Using his abilities, he found and heard no abnormalities from your behaviour. Your smile was genuine and your first greeting to the rest of the group was genuine too. How could this be possible? Little known to him, his suspicions about you will soon be confirmed.

You were very patient, you rarely lashed out or raised your voice or retorted back rudely at some weird comments you got. You took them with such grace it was oddly scary. How can anyone possibly be this kindhearted and patient with this type of duty? It was weird to Jouno and he intends to figure out the real you.

One day, you had came into the small break room with a slight off beat to your usual calm heart, you were agitated and this got Jouno’s attention. Somethings happened to you and he will find out. You put your hat rashly harshly on the table but everything else you did it calmly.

“You’re agitated, why?”

“I’m not.” Your voice had it usual sweet tone to it. You didn’t change your stance or even turn to look at him as you reply. You’re good at concealing your real feelings.

“There’s no point in lying to me.” Jouno retorts and you turn around to face him this time. Putting on a smile which makes Jouno smile in amusement, he knows it’s fake this time by how her heartbeat sound like. At least she knows how to do a fake smile, he thinks to himself while smiling, feeling rather proud knowing you can do that for some reason.

“Just having one of these days is all.” You answer, your eyes turning into rather forced moon crescent and you barely had your usual pleasant smile. Interesting. Now he wants to find out how you are during your duties and he needs to find a way to be with you. He managed to have Fukuchi let him spend a few days of work shifts with you instead of with Tecchou as usual. Fukuchi found it odd but paid it no mind, this is Jouno after all.

And Jouno got the answers to his suspicions. You really are odd and interesting. Still smiling your usual pleasant one, your voice on the other hand was completely the opposite. Calm threats as you looked at the suspect in front of you. The suspect refusing to budge to your threats, you gently picked up a pen from your front pockets and looked at it as you spun it smoothly in your fingers.

“I will have it that, this pen ends up inside you,” you start off as you trail the pen down under the suspects jaw and stop right at his pulse point on his neck, “here.” You finish off. Jouno watches on quietly, Jouno hears that the suspects heartbeat is erratic and escalating each second while yours still calm. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. You’re very odd.

“Although there’s lots of bones here and this pen isn’t quiet sharp, you need to put a bit force yeah?” At your words, the suspects shoulders began to frantically shake and tears wails up in their eyes. You chuckle at the sight which makes Jouno smile wider.

“Tears is a sign of emotion, do cry, I won’t stop you.” Your chuckle once more and you smile even wider when the suspect chokes in pain when you keep forcing the pen through his skin, making it bleed.

“Oh no dear, I still haven’t gotten answers to my questions yet.” As soon as you say that, the suspects harshly breaths out they tell you everything. You pout at that, “I was rather excited to see you bleed a little more.” You sigh after that and Jouno couldn’t help the small chuckle that leaves his lips.

You turn your head around to face him when you heard him chuckle. Rather invested in what you were doing, you completely forgot he was there.

“Wanna have a go?” You ask and Jouno shrugs his shoulders. “I’m good, you take care of this.” He answers and he hears your heartbeat go a little faster. Jouno finds it weird how he let someone else to what he loves to do, normally he’d immediately take up on the offer but he loves hearing you do you obviously enjoy to do. He smiles to himself even more. Very interesting and still odd.

After taking care of the suspect, you see Jouno sit in the small break room and he watches you with the usual smile on his lips. You smile at him back, although you’re unsure if he knows you’re smiling back at him. He didn’t even greet back at you during your first day. Ever since that day, he’s been watching you and you tried to not pay it much mind until he started to go on the same tasks as you.

“Are you following me?” You ask as you take a seat in front of him. His eyebrows raises in questioning, more like amusement.

“How can I follow you when we are assigned the same tasks?” He asks back and you chuckle, dryly which didn’t go unnoticed by Jouno. He loves seeing you lose your calm and kind demeanour.

“Do you find me weird?” You ask once again and he chuckles in amusement. “No shit, who doesn’t.” He grins at you and you couldn’t help but smile at that.

“Why do you hide your actual facade?” It’s Jouno’s time to ask and you lean back in your seat, humming while pretending to think of an answer.

“Maybe cause that would make me odd, no?” You answer and Jouno leans forward and looks straight at you.

“Odd yes, but that’s in my eyes. But I would say terrifying in others.” His voice was soft and truthful. No hint of mockery of you.

“Feels rather nice to be terrifying.” You cross your arms on your chest, feeling slightly giddy at his compliment. Jouno heard your heartbeat change it calm beat to a ecstatic one. “Feels like an victory.” He agrees. Tecchou walks in after that, overhearing their conversation.

“You two disgust me.” He says before he goes to grab a cup of water.

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should’ve made them kiss tbh (not really they’d kill each other before doing that fr)

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