#ranpo oneshots

[kisakis-boyfriend]

♦️!!!

could i request Rampo Edogawa with a food kink? i think he’d be into giving bj’s covered in chocolate sauce or anything else you can come up with

Author's Note: I can't unsee this now. Ranpo will forever have a food kink in my mind. I did go with a chocolate sauce bj because I love chocolate and blowjobs, sooooo 😌 — This one might be a bit shorter since I just wanted to get straight to the smut, but I hope you enjoy, anon! ❤️

Pairings: Ranpo x male reader

Warnings: Dom/male!reader, sub!Ranpo, food kink, blowjob/facefucking, hair pulling, praise kink

Your grip on the boy's hair tightened, pulling him flush with your pelvis. His tongue swirled around the tip of your cock, licking every last drop of chocolate that you had poured onto it clean off.

Ranpo just couldn't get enough. The sugary taste coating his mouth mixed with your cum already had his heart racing within his chest. His thoughts were jumbled as you slid your dick in his warm, inviting mouth over and over. Easily hitting the back of his throat since you had him trained so well.

“Mhm, good boy. Spread your legs for me, lemme see what sucking cock does to that pretty dick, yeah?” Ranpo obeyed, spreading his legs wide to reveal his own stiff member, bobbing between his thighs as he sucked you off.

Chocolate and spit drip down Ranpo's body, onto his chest and thighs, but he really doesn't mind at the moment. Your dick pushes all of those lesser thoughts out of his head — all he can think about is taking you deeper into his mouth, gagging on your length.

You pat his head, saying “Fuck, that's a good boy. Does it taste good?” He nods. Ranpo's hands are on the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer. At this point, you'd swear he's trying to choke on it.

The room is filled with the sloppy, wet noises of your dick kissing the back of Ranpo's throat repeatedly. His cheeks are burning a deeper shade of red with every thrust, and his eyes sting with the buildup of tears. He feels a slight pain in his head as you ball your fist tighter, gripping his hair to move his head by yourself.

Groaning, panting, you begin to facefuck your partner, relishing in the tightness of his mouth as Ranpo lets you use him like a toy.

“Fffuck yes–!! Gonna make me cum, baby– FUCK!! ” You shout, shooting your load straight down your boyfriend's throat. His nails are digging into your skin by now, but you don't register the pain since you're too focused on the tingly feeling creeping through your body. You thrust a few more times, making sure you emptied all of your cum.

Exhausted, you slump to the floor. Still panting, you gently reach out and run your hands through Ranpo's messy hair, massaging the area where you were tugging on it. He gratefully leans into the touch, humming while you praise him even more, “You were so good, honey. So fuckin' amazing.”

Ranpo wraps his arms around the back of your neck, pushing you over suddenly and exclaiming “Cuddle time!” Your sticky bodies (from chocolate, cum, and sweat) press together, and Ranpo's legs straddle your hips.

He nuzzles his cheek against yours, and you giggle, planting playful kisses on each other's lips as you bask in the afterglow. Soon after, you can feel your cock rubbing at your boyfriend's entrance — and he can feel it too. Ranpo straightens up, grinding his ass against your stiffening member.

He grins, placing his hands on your chest and asks “Think you can handle round two?”

[aureatchi]

⛇₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ SANTA TELL ME IF HE REALLY CARES ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor, nikolai, sigma

the pm is hosting a christmas party for yokohama! everyone is encouraged to bring a gift for the people they love…so what do the bsd men get you?

info. fem!reader. sm fluff. profanities from chuuya ofc LOL, them trying to outdo each other for you. pm hq has a rooftop floor here. implied reader is in the ada. wc. 3.1k

You walked inside the lavish lobby of the port mafia headquarters to be greeted by DAZAI, who immediately embraced you in his arms.

“Bella! You made it!” he exclaimed, pulling you in. You could feel the heat of his body warming you up, relieving you of the chilly weather outside.

“Of course, Osamu,” you giggled. “Wouldn’t want to miss something super special as this.”

Still trapping you in his hug, he led you down the hallway, one hand moving to playfully pat your head. Security guards parted to let the two of you through, entering the room where everyone was.

“So many people!” you exclaimed when you entered the headquarters’ formal dining hall decorated in Christmas festivities. Everyone was either chatting about or gathering by a table to get sweet desserts or hot chocolate.

“Want some hot chocolate to warm up, angel?” Dazai asked, looking towards the line.

“No thanks,” you replied. “You’ve warmed my heart up already.”

He gave you a smug smile in response, but you didn’t miss the light pink that also flushed his cheeks.

“Come over here.”

You followed Dazai as he made his way to a different table filled with wrapped presents and bags alike.

Dazai took one of them—the gift bag in your favorite color and handed it to you.

“For the gift exchange,” he smiled. “Merry Christmas, bella. I hope you like it.”

Your eyes lit up in joy, grateful and excited to see what he had gotten you. “Thank you!”

The first thing you pulled out of the bag was a custom heart pendant in your preferred metal—Dazai knew whether you liked silver or gold better. When you unclasped the locket, you saw matching pictures of you and Dazai inside, both bundled up in the snow. It was a good memory to look back at.

“This is so cute, Osamu.” You closed the locket and let the brunette place the jewelry around your neck.

“It looks even better on you.”

The second thing inside the bag was a box. Pulling it out, you saw that it was a Lego flower set.

“As much as you love flowers, they don’t last forever. However, these do!” You grinned widely at the thought and matching gift—Dazai always easily recalled your favorite things.

“We can build them together, too,” he continued, and you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I love them. You’re amazing at getting gifts.”

“I wouldn’t expect that at all.” Your attention was brought to the ginger-haired who had his arms crossed beside the both of you, a cheeky grin on his face. CHUUYA had a mug of eggnog in his hand, though you knew for sure he’d rather have a glass of red wine reserved for the evening party instead.

“Chuuya!”

“What’s up, doll?” he smiled, a different, sweeter tone entirely, as he strode towards you.

“What do you mean by that?” Dazai asked, referring to Chuuya’s earlier comment.

“Thought your taste in gifts would be shitty, just like you,” he chuckled as you greeted him with a hug.

“Hey, that’s a bit rude,” you whispered.

“Oh really?” Dazai responded with his own sarcastic laugh. “I’m not sure you could do any better.”

“You really underestimate me! Come with me, baby…we’re going to prove to the-thing-that-comes-with-the-discounted-bandages who really knows what to get a lady for Christmas!”

Dazai stood, jaw dropped, dramatically offended as Chuuya pulled you away.

You two walked to the other side of the room, where there were even more gifts under one of the many Christmas trees in the hall.

“Bastard,” Chuuya sulked under a scowl, picking up a box wrapped in crimson red, his statement color.

You chuckled in amusement. He riled up so easily, over something so trivial. “Don’t worry about him, Chuu. I already know I’m going to like what you got.”

“Ya better,” he replied, but cheered up from your words. “Are you able to hold it?”

He handed you the box, hovering his arms below for support in case you dropped it. Though it was a larger package, it was still a bit heavier than you expected.

“Yeah, I got it.” You then raised an eyebrow. What could be inside this gift?

You set it down on the nearest table, undoing the pretty bow of ribbon and wrapping paper that kept the mystery intact.

Inside, you were received with a record player.

“Oh, wow!”

You loved music, and you’d always wanted to start collecting vinyls as it looked cool, but everyone knew it was an expensive hobby.

Not only had Chuuya gotten that—a very nice one, too—he also got the records of your top ten favorite albums.

You looked through the covers, smiling with each new one you saw.

Chuuya explained a few things—how he was setting you up for good because he made sure you got a turntable player instead of a suitcase one, how you should replace the black slip mat with the white one he bought instead so your vinyls look prettier, how to not damage the records…you could hardly pay attention to him though because you were overjoyed at how thoughtful he was for that.

“You seem passionate. Do you collect them too?” you asked.

“No, I just wanted to research to find something good enough for you.”

You could feel your heart melt. He had really spent time picking this out after you’d only mentioned you finding record players vintage and cool twice, and you’d never even pointed out you’d want it as a gift.

“Thank you, Chuuya,” you said, leaning towards him, burying your face in his neck. “I love it…especially how you recall my favorite albums, too.”

“Of course doll,” he replied, running his hands through your hair. “Merry Christmas.”

You could’ve stayed like that, but your little moment with the port mafia executive was ruined when Chuuya glanced over at one of the snack tables to find all the food had just disappeared.

“Now what the fuck?”

You followed, looking at what he was looking at. Then, you realized the man standing by the table with a piece of cake—the last piece of cake.

RANPO caught your gaze and jumped, hyper from all the sugar he consumed. “There you are!” He ran towards you and shoved you on the ground, away from Chuuya.

“Hey man, what the hell is wrong with you?!” he shouted in annoyance.

Ranpo acknowledged the ginger-haired only then, looking up from where he had you suffocating in his arms. “Huh? Oh, sorry, didn’t see ya there.”

Chuuya grew even more infuriated at the provoke.

“You tryna pick a fight?”

“You still want to after knowing how last time turned out?”

Ranpo was referring to their last encounter, where Chuuya had embarrassingly lost against him from a single blow. But you didn’t need to know that.

So, Chuuya used all his willpower to keep silent under an outraged glare as he watched Ranpo drag you away to make sure he didn’t bring up any details about it.

“I got you a gift too!” Ranpo exclaimed as you walked back towards where the other agency members were hanging out. “Wanna guess what it is?”

“Hm…some sort of treat, that’s for sure,” you replied.

“Partly correct!” he replied. “That’s not all that I got you though.”

“Oh? How generous!”

“No!” his response was stern. “A princess like you deserves more…as the world’s greatest detective, noone would know that better than me.”

You smiled. “You’re right, Ranpo.”

With that, he handed you one of the cutest gift baskets you’ve seen. The actual basket was snowman-themed, and inside was everything you wanted that could fit in it—that pajama set you had in your online shopping cart, the new skincare products you’ve wanted to try, your favorite candle—you hadn’t even ever mentioned it to him before. And, of course, a lot of chocolate. Of course, Ranpo would also be the best gift-buyer, using his knowledge to his advantage.

The one thing that really stood out to you, though, was a jar of Hershey kisses, with a note on it that said:

KISSES WHEN I’M NOT AROUND.

It even had a chibi-fied face of the cute brunette on it.

“This is my favorite thing in this gift,” you said.

“Of course, because I know you always miss me when I’m not there to kiss,” Ranpo confidently stated. “Which is why I came up with a solution! They’ll never be as sweet as me, but it works.”

You laughed in delight. It was a very creative idea. “This is amazing; thank you, Ranpo!”

Never knowing how to respond to thankfulness directly, he answered it with something else. “Hey, there’s something on your nose.”

“Really?” You moved a hand to feel what was on there, but Ranpo grabbed your wrist to prevent you. Instead, he bopped your nose with his lips.

“There was frosting,” he said, probably from when he excitedly greeted you earlier.

“You enjoyed those desserts, huh?” you asked, glancing at the depleted table once again.

“Yup! It was just lying there, and noone said anything about how much you could take, so…!” He paused, trying to remember something.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

…

You chatted with agency and port mafia members alike a while after. Everyone was having a good time, even when Chuuya started bickering with Dazai and challenged him to a duel.

“Shithead!

“Mackerel!”

“How about you talk once you grow another two inches?”

As everyone was being entertained by Chuuya breaking an entire wall by throwing Dazai through it, your eyes were distracted by an elaborate bouquet of roses and baby breaths that you hadn’t noticed before.

Curious because it wasn’t by any other gifts, you left the crowd to inspect it.

You were surprised when you picked the arrangement up and saw that it was addressed to your name on a note. However, there was no name to say who it was from.

You looked around to see if anyone was nearby that could’ve placed the flowers there. But everyone else was watching the fight.

You flipped the note over, seeing a sketch of an elevator and a four-number code on the back.

An elevator?

You scanned the hall once again. The only elevator there was the one at the corner, restricted to the port mafia. The guests weren’t allowed to use it, and a security pad was guarding it.

You hesitated but then decided to approach the door. If someone gave you the code they wanted and were permitting you to use it, right?

Once again, no one protested because they were all distracted watching Chuuya on the ceiling, making sure Dazai couldn’t touch him. You pressed the four numbers into the pinpad and were congratulated with a correct ding! sound and the elevator sliding open.

You stepped inside and realized there was only one button—to go up. You pressed it, and the doors closed, moving you up.

Luxurious as always, the elevator had a glass window, the entire city of Yokohama coming into view as you went higher. A few seconds in, you realized that the elevator wasn’t going to stop until you reached the top.

You still weren’t sure who had mysteriously invited you to meet them. You hoped it wasn’t the boss—the doctor in charge creeped you out, if you were being honest. But you figured it couldn’t be him because he was also downstairs, chilling with the agency’s president.

Your heartbeat raced as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open, adrenaline surging in anticipation of the surprise, coupling with the chilly breeze outside. You had reached the rooftop.

“You’re so easy to tempt; those flowers drew you in faster than a blind mouse to a piece of cheese laid in a trap.”

You smiled as you heard the foreign accent of the person near the edge riddle you while admiring the entire city below. “Hi, Fedya.”

FYODOR turned around, violet eyes meeting yours.

“I should’ve known.” Of course, the enigma was him—conundra was the Russian’s signature.

“How in the world did you even get here?” you asked, though you already knew the answer. He always had his ways to infiltrate anywhere—through deception, through hacking, anything goes.

“I invited ourselves,” he smirked, and only then did you notice his two subordinates on the other side, one in fear as the other tried to trip him over the ledge. “Didn’t want to miss out on the gift-giving either.”

Fyodor took out a jewelry box. “I hardly get to see you. So I thought to get you something that you could wear everyday.

“And this one is special, to remind you of my presence even more.” He opened it, revealing a bracelet, and like Dazai, he also knew what color jewelry suited you best. It was nothing too showy—it was simple, but it was classy, timeless, just like him.

And you noticed what made it special. There was no clasp. It was made to be welded on the person’s wrist—a forever bracelet.

“Choose wisely,” Fyodor said as you looked in awe. “Which wrist, milaya?”

You quickly contemplated and held out one of your wrists towards him as he took out tweezers and a small laser. You watched as he delicately fastened the bracelet around your arm, making sure it sat on your wrist perfectly.

“Finished, fine with it?” he asked when he was done, and you lifted your hand toward the horizon.

“It’s perfect, thank you,” you responded candidly. Then, Fyodor lifted up his own sleeve under his coat, revealing a matching one. You were almost stunned, because you didn’t think he would be the type to wear anything other than a necklace.

“Merry Christmas, dorogaya,” he softly said, pressing you against his chest in a hug.

“WAIT, WAIT! Dove, there’s still me! Don’t seal away your heart just yet!”

“Huh?” You both turned towards NIKOLAI, who kindly but quickly moved Fyodor away from you.

The next thing you knew, there were foil snowman and reindeer balloons in your hand, white confetti popped over you, acting as snow, and the jester standing in front of you presenting a large gift.

“To be honest, I’m scared,” you admitted, knowing his chaotic, playful nature.

“Why?” he giggled. “Think I’m going to scare ya, baby? You can take my word, there’s no jumpscares in this one.”

“You better not be lying,” you said and removed the lid of the black box that reminded you of a magician’s top hat.

And he was being truthful because you were greeted with the exact opposite of remarkable. He had gifted you plain, white socks.

“Wow, Kolya. I never even knew you were capable of being mundane.”

He laughed once again as he just set the box in front of you, not saying anything more as you stared at him in confusion.

You took the socks out. Surely, there was a catch. He was acting too suspicious. And the entire gift was odd. You found nothing tampered with on the socks, though. And there was nothing else in the box. So why was it so big? And why did it look deeper than where the bottom stopped?

You nervously looked at Nikolai before sticking both hands in. You felt your way around the level until you realized the entire package floor felt like paper machete, something used in piñatas and things like that.

By instinct, you lifted a fist and punched through the box. You immediately punctured through the false bottom, uncovering your true gift.

He celebrated. “Smart girl!”

There was an assortment of plushies—many of them. You always asked Nikolai to help you get some whenever you found claw machines at amusement parks, so he knew you loved stuffed animals.

Then, there was a large, fluffy throw blanket, perfect for winter.

“I got that because I know you’re probably so cold when I’m not hugging you.” True. Nikolai encapsulated you like a blanket whenever he came over.

“The thought of having this didn’t even cross my mind,” you said. “Well, that goes for everything you do,” you chuckled.

“That was really creative; I love it, thank you!”

Nikolai popped more confetti, this time in pink hearts. “She loves it! Happy, happy Christmas!”

He swung you off the ground, spinning you with ease until your own head started spinning the opposite way.

“Gogol! I think she’s dizzy!”

The two-tone-haired casino owner had a concerned look on his face, and you couldn’t tell if it was because your eyes were unfocusing or because Nikolai was throwing you around so easily. Strong guy.

Nikolai stopped, realizing he had gotten too excited. “Sorry, dove! Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah,” you responded, unable to keep your balance as you tripped over yourself. You landed on SIGMA’s torso, and he helped guide you to stand up properly again.

“Thanks, Sigma,” you replied. “How are you?”

“Good, now that I get to see you again.” He lightly blushed, breaking eye contact as you smiled. “I’m glad to see you too.”

“I got you something as well,” he replied, showing his own present. “I’m not sure what the people downstairs got you, and mine isn’t as fancy as Dostoevsky’s nor as extraordinary as Gogol’s, but I hope you like it.”

You felt warm, even in the icy weather. “Awh, just hearing that you got something for me is more than enough,” you replied. “I am so grateful no matter what.”

You took the present and opened it, first greeted by a new set of poker cards. However, this one was different because when you sifted through them, you realized it was the Decay of Angel’s custom set. You had been wowed by Nikolai’s Joker and Fyodor’s Jack when you first saw them, always using the set when you played a game with others.

But there was also a new addition to this stack. You were on it, taking your place as the queen.

“What? Sigma, this is so cool!”

There was one more thing inside. Your favorite lipstick in your favorite shade.

Sigma loved the color and even more how it looked on you. He loved how his cheeks would stain whenever you kissed him there—the pigmented contrast to his paler skin. You hardly needed restocking as you loved the lipstick yourself, but it was always good to have another extra.

“Merry Christmas,” Sigma said as you opened the container and swatched it on your face. You looked as beautiful as ever.

“Merry Christmas, Sigma,” you responded, kissing his forehead. Then, you pulled a cookie wrapped in a napkin from inside your coat and placed it in his mouth.

“Saved it for you,” you giggled. “There’s a lot downstairs. Maybe they’ll let you guys in if I say I invited you. Well, at least you.”

i heard if u rb, u will receive x2 gifts this xmas from ur favs! reblogs are appreciated; they are your christmas gift to me! <3

tags : @kissesmellow21

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[remikuii]

I'm not sure if I can request, happy new year btw! I hope your new year goes so well, wishing you happiness.

About my request, if you are okay with it ofc I would like to request Reader who is really similar to Fyodor (Like smart, lonely and quiet most of the time etc) x Fyodor. I really wonder how Fyodor would act towards her! (You don't have to do this :), you can just share your ideas too if you don't feel like making this!!)

15 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds

( ᪥ ) : i’m back y’all, i’m gone for days since i’ve been busy with studies lately. soo, another request !! i can’t mention you so i’ll reply to this one :>

characters : fyodor dostoevsky x reader

synopsis : oh, to be one of fyodor's enemies, he definitely cares about the written threats he will send you. well, fyodor's busy with writing something for his beloved enemy—Dazai, that he even threw multiple drafts to perfect his 'kanji". It goes on for exactly 15 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds while not giving you anything even a spare glance. Jealous for a certain piece of paper tainted with ink, you decided to challenge him on a one-on-one chess match.

warnings : nope because i said no HAHA

Looking around the lounge, you spotted the usual workaholic short raven hair, busy nipping on his fingers—must be having a hard time writing in kanji. You took the opportunity to invite him for a friendly chess match with you, which he couldn't easily decline.

"Please do enlighten me to why I should play chess with you, myshka." Fyodor simply took his eyes off the screen and ran his calloused yet delicate fingers on your cheeks.

Living with Fyodor, two years later after the orphanage incident, is filled with intellectual arguments. Not the actual fights like shouting, harming—but rather, a battle of minds. You considered the tragedy in the orphanage as a blessing in disguise. If that didn't happen, maybe you're still being shout at by one of your so-called 'masters'.

"First of all, you're doing that usual habit of yours which sometimes bothered me, it's almost bleeding! Second, I would like to know if I am really not clever enough just like what you told me two years ago."

Putting up the pieces, Fyodor watched your hands, swiftly gliding through the pieces. He smiled in defeat, he knows to himself that he couldn't win against your lovely invitation.

"Chess, like life, demands sacrifice."

"But not all sacrifices lead to victory...Fyodor, dear." You shrugged, moving a knight to challenge Fyodor's position.

"In literature and chess, foresight is the key," He remarked, sacrificing a bishop to open an attacking path.

"Yet, in every move, there lies a story..."

In the endgame, Fyodor, with a cunning smile moved the piece and turned his attention back to you.

"Checkmate, where every move is a sentence in the narrative of defeat."

You sighed in defeat, letting Fyodor's pride to enlarge. You never won, but you can buy some time—you're not running out of ideas to throw against him, which surprisingly, amazed Fyodor.

He caressed your cheeks with his cold pale hands. His calloused hands itches your skin but you don't mind.

"You're still not clever enough, myshka..But I think, that's enough to entertain me." Fyodor stood up and placed a kiss on your forehead while softly caressing your hair. He tried to move away after the kiss but you pulled him soon after.

"Letting yourself stress over writing kanji merely for that bandaged man and not even sparing me an hour? You've spent a total of 15 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds only for that letter..." You huffed and pulled out a book out of his random piles.

"Nietzsche's 'Beyond Good and Evil'...Hm, interesting choice you have there...Please do enlighten me about this book, Mister Dostoevsky." Fyodor's sharp and alluring gaze pierced your soul in somehow—a good way.

"Take my hand then, my love. I truly grieved for that 15 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds I spent not to you."

"But to my next 15 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds, I shall please my queen with these hands which I used to writing kanji and maybe, explore each and every part of her."

and yeahh, it took me a month to finish this one. damn school works :< but dw, it's hereee. i'm actually planning to post scaramouche x reader huhu

[1-800reki]

stop imagine packing a lunch for ranpo. putting a cute sticky note like ‘good luck my little genius ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ’ and he probably says something snarky like “the #1 detective doesn’t need luck… but thank you, i appreciate it nonetheless” cause he’s a little shit head who doesn’t know how to react to your love and affection. you just know he shows off like that one kid in elementary school who’s mom packed him mc donald’s or something. “look at what i get for being the smartest detective in the world” and it’s just like a bento with snacks and a candy or two. showing his shit off like he doesn’t even care that he’s flexing on an orphan. okay maybe he feels a little bad about atsushi but he loves when dazai pouts about how he wishes he had a lover who would pack him food with little notes although the moment dazai even suggests you make one for him too, ranpo shuts it down immediately. especially if that suggestion leads to anything remotely close to a double suicide request.

I love this so much so I'm turning it into a oneshot!

Thank you for the skibidi idea random person!

❝Lunch Notes!❞

summary: Oneshot with Ranpo!

Pairings: Ranpo Edogawa x GN Reader!

a/n: I saw this in my inbox and I loved it so much ❤

Whenever Ranpo goes to work you always pack him a lunch with notes! For example 'Good luck my little genius ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ'! Though whenever he reads them at work he acts like the notes are nothing but he cherishes every single one of them! They make his lunch taste a bit better than they already do! Whenever he goes home and you ask him if he liked that note he would say 'I don't need those notes... but it was okay I guess..'

On somedays you give him a little candy or two in the lunch. Whenever he sees them he proudly shows it off. "Look what I got for being the smartest detective!" He would say showing the agency. He loves it when Dazai whines about not having a lover like his. "I wish I had a partner who makes me lunches!" Dazai whined. Ranpo only snickered and said "Well my partner is the best! They even got me a lollipop!"

Today you visited Ranpo because he forgot his lunch. When you got there he went and greeted you immediately. "What are you doing here?" Ranpo asked you with a tilt of his head. "You forgot your lunch so I brought it!" You answer with a smile. He grinned before coughing into his fist. "You didn't need to do that... but thanks I guess.." He spluttered with flushed cheeks.

Dazai was near and took this as his chance! "Y/n-Chan! I've heard from Ranpo-Kun over here that you make him lunches and notes! Would you be able to do that for me too!" Dazai asked happily with a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes. Before you could say anything Ranpo spoke up. "No way! They're my partner not yours! Get your own Dazai!" Ranpo retorted back to Dazai's suggestion.

He knew that it would end up in him asking you for a double suicide and he would not let that happen. You laugh and pat Ranpo's head. "I'll be on my way now. Be sure to eat your lunch. Bye!" You say handing him his bento before leaving the agency. Ranpo smiled and hummed happily to himself walking over to his desk. Dazai sulked over being 'rejected' once again.

Despite what Ranpo says he loves the lunch notes you give him. His lunch notes.

[justwinginglife]

This Time, It's Different

Dedicated to the only person who will read this, my bestie @minasfwoopyponytail, yall I know I be doin Soshiro all the time, but I got on the Ranpo track cuz we were talking about Ranpo being in our top favs for BSD so I gotta show him some love today (I am so sorry that I bought Chuuya, Dazai, and Akutugawa merch and forgot about you Ranpo my love, this is my apology fic for you).

You were never good at lying. 

It was inconvenient in almost all aspects of your life, but you never thought your ineptitude would be the reason someone finally fell in love with you.

After many failed attempts at bending the truth, after attempting to tell your aunt you liked the socks she got for your birthday and instead unknowingly wrinkling your nose at them and breaking her heart, after attempting to tell your boss that you were busy and couldn’t come to work on a Saturday and when she asked follow up questions about your supposed plans you found yourself flushed and floundering, after attempting to tell your ex that you enjoyed meeting his family but then immediately declining any further interaction with them, after multiple awkward interactions and even more disastrous encounters, you decided to give up on lying. It wasn’t for you.

So you resigned yourself to the fact that you would have to tell nothing but the whole, honest truth for the rest of your life. Your lackluster lies may cause catastrophe otherwise. 

So when you joined up with the Armed Detective Agency, when you rejected Dazai’s advances by saying, “No offense Dazai, but I’m sure you say that to all the ladies, and while I’m flattered, I’m not into womanizers,” when you offered methods of stress relief to Kunikida because he “always looked like the world was ending,” when you asked when Furukawa would be retiring because you were concerned about him “overworking himself in his old age,” when half the detective agency was against you from your first day, Ranpo Edogawa found himself half in love with you already. 

He’d never met a person who didn’t -or just couldn’t- lie, even among his fellow coworkers, and he was at least intrigued by you if nothing else. He found himself eager to see just how far you were willing to go to continue telling the truth. 

Going forward, you often found him tagging along on missions with you, peeking over your shoulder while you worked, listening to everything intently, even despite your other coworkers telling you that Ranpo almost never went out of his way to be this personally invested in anything, just because he wanted to hear you talk, to see if you really told everyone everything you thought all the time. And to ask you questions. Lots of questions. 

Most of them were controversial because he wanted to see if you’d stick to your opinions even if you were in the minority, some of them were philosophical because he wanted to know the way your mind worked, and a few of them were just downright absurd because he was Ranpo. 

“Okay. So. You want to know if I would divert the trolley to save the lives of five by killing one?”

“Yes, and when you’re done with that, do you think that dress makes that girl’s butt look fat?”

“Mr. Edogawa, sir, I really don’t see how this is relevant to the case.”

“Oh it’s relevant, alright. Answer the question, I’m your superior and I wanna know.”

“Um. Alright. Well clearly it makes more logical sense to sacrifice the life of the one for the good of the many, just mathematically speaking, and yes, that dress is very unappealing on her, I don’t know why she went with white.” 

“Agreed, the white is hideous, you pass my tests. For now.”

And so this bizarre relationship of yours continued.

Ranpo would wait for you to finish up cases, would wait for you to finish in the bathroom, would wait for you to finish up dinner, just so he could pick your brain, just so he could amuse himself with your answers. But the more time he spent with you, the more his reason changed for spending the time. He was always attentive, had always had a keen eye, but when you were around, it seemed every last bit of his attention had devoted itself to you. He knew how long it took for you to finish going to the bathroom, so -much to your embarrassment- he always knew what you were doing in the bathroom depending on the length of time. He knew how long it took for you to eat and which foods took you longer amounts of time to eat them. He knew when it was your time of the month, he knew what you craved during said time, he knew the way you’d react when he brought you said craving. He knew almost everything about you and it still wasn’t enough. 

One day, he diverted from his usual barrage of insane questions and he started asking about you: what was your favorite food, where were you born, did you have any pets growing up, what did you like to do outside of work? By now, you had gathered from all his previous questions that he was just having fun interrogating you, but you enjoyed talking with him, so you answered all his questions regardless, personal or otherwise. You were unsure how telling him your favorite color was supposed to entertain him the way his usual ridiculous questions did, but you told him it was green anyway. He brought you a bundle of kiwis the next day because he couldn’t figure out what else was green to give you. You were unaware of the fruit’s connection to his question about your favorite color but to him, he’d pretty much just asked you out. 

When you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, because you were unaware he had feelings for you, and unaware he had just presented them to you through said kiwis, he pouted for the remainder of the day.

You couldn’t figure out why the man who had spent every waking second of your career with the ADA by your side had suddenly started avoiding you. You couldn’t figure it out, and it was killing you. Little did he know, you had also started memorizing details about him, and the way his laugh sounded, the way his lips curved into a smile, the way his fingers pushed up his glasses, the way he did anything and everything, the way he said anything and everything had you craving your next interaction before the previous one had even ended. And you couldn’t take the silence he had now forced you into. So you went on a hunt for him.

You found him sulking on the rooftop. 

You plopped down beside him without saying a word and when you could tell he might be preparing to run again, preparing to plunge your relationship into further silence, you handed him a Ramune. He froze. And then he snatched the drink out of your hand like it was just another Tuesday for the two of you.

“You remembered my favorite flavor, huh? Not too shabby for a second rate detective.” He chugged down the drink.

You laughed and nudged his shoulder with yours. “If I’m such a second rate detective, how did I know you’d be on the roof?”

He shrugged. “Got lucky, I guess.”

You bit your lip and for the first time in years, considered lying. But you couldn’t do it. “Actually, I didn’t just ‘get lucky.’ I knew you’d be on the roof. You always come to the roof when you’re upset. I notice more than you think. So tell me- why are you upset?”

He sighed. “You’re not into me. No one’s ever into me.”

You blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

He sighed again, this time more exasperated. “I gave you a gift, but you didn’t accept my feelings.”

You blinked again. “The… kiwis?? Ranpo. You always give me gifts. You gave me strawberries during my last period even though Yosano told you to get me chocolate because you know I like fruits better than chocolate. You gave me limited edition tickets to a play that was already sold out because you’d preordered it when you heard me vaguely mention that I liked it. You are always giving me things, and they’re perfect, and I love it, and I appreciate it, but how was I supposed to know this time was something different?”

He tapped a finger on his chin. “Yeah okay fine. I see that now.”

You inched up closer to him. “So… this time is different though?”

He suddenly blushed. “Yeah… this time it’s different. This time I wanted… well I wanted…”

“Me?”

He’s suddenly quiet and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him like this. You’ve rendered him speechless and it’s impossible not to find it adorable.

You kiss him.

If he was speechless before, now he’s speechless and breathless.

“I just… you just…so we’re?”

You nod, smiling at him. “Yeah. We are.”

“We’re… together?” He squeaks out.

“I’d like us to be.”

He nods vigorously. “I-I’d like us to be too!” He blurts out.

You kiss him again and this time he savors the feeling of your lips melding with his. This time he kisses you back with fervor, with passion he never knew he could feel. This time, he’s all yours.

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Author's Note: I am too lazy to write a longer fic that delves into their relationship after this, but I did want to write a lil drabble about it, so I will be posting it here.

[chuuyrr]

bewitch

bungo stray dogs x scarlet witch! reader

masterlist | rules

"the scarlet witch is a being of unfathomable magic. she can rewrite reality as she chooses, and is prophesied to either rule or annihilate the cosmos."

synopsis:

it is simple, you, [surname] [name], like the majority of the population in yokohama, are an ability user, or so everyone believes, or so you would like to believe as well.

your ability is special. you have abilities that are far greater than what this world refers to as singularities to be exact, and this is because you are more than just an ordinary ability user.

you are the scarlet witch—a being forged with no need for incantations or a coven, and being the scarlet witch you are, you have bewitched certain ability users in yokohama.

before you read:

possible spoilers for bungo stray dogs

your name is [surname] [name] and you have wanda maximoff's powers, making you the scarlet witch.

this is a oneshot series that is different and not associated with my "chaos — scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader oneshot series." in this oneshot series, reader is not a fushiguro by blood or surname, and reader does not belong to jujutsu kaisen either nor a baby or child, hence the reason why it will focus on a romantic aspect similarly to my "infinity — gojo! reader oneshot series".

playlist:

all i need, lloyd

after dark, mr. kitty

dark horse, katy perry

transgender, crystal castles

don't blame me, taylor swift

karma, taylor swift

tia tamera, doja cat

vigilante shit, taylor swift

navigation:

armed detective agency

decay of angel

port mafia

guild

[dazais-crab-addiction]

Need to write a little oneshot where Ranpo gives Karl cotton candy and gleefully watches him dip it in water and even gives him more so he can just, keep dipping it and be devastated when it disappears. Meanwhile Poe is frantically trying to get him to stop because of how sad Karl looks.

Secretly this is 100% to make up for the fact my two ranpoe fics don't have Karl in them because I may or may not have forgotten to add him.....

[sirhyst]

Fukuzawa x child!reader x child!ranpo

Note: In case you were wondering why he’s so rigid around you and Ranpo, this is a younger Fukuzawa. If you read the Untold Origins light novel he literally thinks of 50 ways to get rid of Ranpo.

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Fukuzawa didn’t know at what point he began to regret every decision that led him to this point in his life. Was it back at the crime scene, when you and Ranpo kicked down the door of the Presidents office? Was it when he watched you two obliterate your red bean porridge?

Whenever it was, all he wanted was to reclaim the calming silence that broke ties with him as soon as he offered to look after you two.

The trio had reached Fukuzawa’s house. It was an old home—it wasn’t very big, but big enough for a man and the little gremlins that followed him. He managed to keep them distracted with unsolved mysteries until night fell over Yokohama, by suggestion of his guide to raising 5 year olds

“You can sleep in this room tonight and I’ll put you in another room,” Fukuzawa said in his usual collected way.

You and Ranpo nodded, for the first time that day, holding back any snarky remarks. Fukuzawa helped you both set up your futons, before retiring to his own room.

As he was about to start changing, he heard little feet running towards his door. He turned around to find you standing there with a cold stare.

“I need a something to listen to,” you said blankly, as if he should have known this despite only meeting you today. You were about to express more grievances, when Ranpo ran up behind you.

“I can’t sleep in the dark,” he whined. Neither of you were blood related, but you managed to hold the exact same expression. Fukuzawa sighed , placing his hand in his head.

Without saying anything he led you both back to your bedrooms, grabbing a nightlight for Ranpo and a small radio for you on the way. He returned to his room, and attempted to begin changing again.

Before he undid the first button, little feet were once again heard stomping towards his door.

“Can you sit with me?” You said quietly. Before Fukuzawa could send you back to your room, Ranpo once again appeared behind you as if summoned.

Feeling the discomfort of these two gremlins staring into his soul catching up to him, he complied.

“You’re a patient old guy, y’know?” You said while staring at the ceiling. Ranpo chimes in, but Fukuzawa was too overcome by tiredness to respond in fear that it would only be met with a snarky remark from the other. He sat there with them for what felt like an hour until silence filled the room.

Being to caught up in the subtle excitement that the two had calmed down, he foolishly believed that he would finally be able to get some rest.

Fukuzawa quietly closed the door, not bothering to take Ranpo back to his own room. He quickly changed into his night clothes and peaked out of his room to make sure the duo had not followed him back.

He slipped into his futon, recounting the days events. He’d been through a lot, meeting new people, vowing to himself that he would never grow closer to them beyond knowing their name. But here he was, his daily routine suddenly taking a drastic turn, having two brats children to look after.

His stream of thoughts was suddenly interrupted when he felt someone place their head on his chest.

His eyes flew open. He looked to his side to find that you had somehow snuck into his room with your blanket. You cling onto his shirt.

“There’s something in my room, I know it!” You whimpered. He was going to point out that the extra scary presence was Ranpo but decided against it. Before he could move, Ranpo appeared at the door.

Perhaps he could hear his thoughts, Fukuzawa thought to himself. Without saying a word, Ranpo crawled onto Fukuzawa’s right side. The man sighed to himself, realising there was no escaping his current predicament. If it was a predicament.

I’m too soft*, he thought to himself. He could’ve kicked them both to the curb, but whether or not he’d be able to sleep at night was the problem.

It was quiet before you raised your head to look him in the eyes. Fukuzawa knew what was coming and before you had the chance to even sign, he got up and retrieved the radio and nightlight he had placed in yours and Ranpos room.

As soon as he laid back down, you and Ranpo cuddled up to him closer than he would’ve liked, but of course accepted it.

“Fukuzawa-san,” you said in a hushed voice, notably the quietest voice you’ve used all day.

“Hm?” He responded. He waited for you to speak up again, but was met with the joint small snores from the children on either side of him.

[dxwnstxr]

It's autumn with them

Fandom: Bungou stray dogs

Characters: Chuuya, dazai, ranpo, tetchou, akutagawa, tachihara

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Warnings: none

A/n: I'm already in the autumn/halloween mood, and it's not even august yet😭☕️.

🍁 Chuuya 🍁

Chuuya would cuddle with you on the couch watching your favorite scary movie. He would yelp at the jump scares, then lie and say he didn't because he's not a wuss.

Chuuya would watch the autumn rain with you while drinking hot pumkin lattes.

Chuuya would bring you to pumkin patches and lose you in the corn maze.

Chuuya would go to starbucks with you to get the autumn beverages. Then go shopping together for autumn outfits.

🍁 Dazai 🍁

Dazai would make homemade pumpkin pie with you just to steal some of it.

Dazai would make sure you both wear matching halloween costumes.

Dazai would stop to pet a black cat on your walk down a path in the orange and red woods.

Dazai would bring you outside to play in the autumn rain. Then, afterward, take a cozy apple sented shower together.

🍁 Ranpo 🍁

Ranpo would make sure to buy you all of his favorite halloween themed candy.

Ranpo would spoil all of the scary movies, so instead, you both carved pumpkins.

Ranpo would make you bring him to all of the mini autumn shops in downtown. He'd later got carried away, though, and grab you by the hand, pulling you to the shops he wants to look at.

Ranpo would only eat the whipped cream on his pumpkin pie. He'd then give the rest to you.

Ranpo would run ahead of you on sweet autumn walk and shout to you all the amazing thing he sees while pointing to them. You then would lift up your camera and capture the beautiful shot.

🍁 Tetchou 🍁

Tetchou would see you still hungry after eating your thanksgiving meal and would give you his portion.

Tetchou would lay a nice freshly washed and dried blanket on you while it's still warm as you sleep on his shoulder.

Tetchou would promise to take you to a pumkin patch. He ended up losing you 10 times before he called it a day.

Tetchou would let you pick out his outfits when you both went on autumn dates.

🍁 Akutagawa 🍁

Akutagawa would watch scary movies with you, but every time you jumped, he told you that you're being a baby. He later got embarrassed when he got scared near the end of said movie.

Akutagawa would ride on the hayrides with you and act like he hates it. Though after a while, you catch him smiling at the scenery.

Akutagawa would fall asleep easily on rainy autumn nights. You would cuddle him while he softly snores in your arms.

Akutagawa would take halloween very seriously but would act like he could care less. Though when it's time to knock on the doors, he gets nervous and acts you to do it.

Akutagawa would sit at the island counter and peacefully watch you make autumn pastries. Spooky halloween music would be playing in the background as akutagawa tries to sneak some samples, then gets mad and lies when he gets caught.

🍁 Tachihara 🍁

Tachihara would challenge you to see who'd escape the corn maze first. To which he ended up getting lost in.

Tachihara would go on a midnight autumn ride on his motorcycle with you. You would point out places you'd like to stop, and he would. You'd hope off, take out your camera, and take calming pictures of him under the autumn moon.

Tachihara would call out all of your friends just to have a pumkin carving competition. To which tetchou came first, you second, and teruko came third.

Tachihara would playfully dip his pointer finger in whipped cream and then poke you in the nose, leaving a dot of whipped cream.

Reblog divider cr: @benkeibear

[hiddenlife-manager]

Bungou Stray Dogs

Bungou Stray Dogs

Ballet (Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo)

Osamu Dazai Dazai x Black Reader Beauty from the Outside Dazai and Chuuya OPT NSFW Alphabet Dazai at a Quince Dazai Drug NSFW Dazai Public NSFW

Ougai Mori Mori NSFW Alphabet Boss Wait (NSFW)

Sigma Sigma NSFW Alphabet Sigma Fem Dom NSFW

Nakahara Chuuya Chuuya and Dazai OPT NSFW Alphabet Chuuya NSFW Alphabet Chuuya Nakahara NSFW

Howard Phillips Lovecraft Lovecraft NSFW Alphabet

Michizo Tachihara Tachihara NSFW Alphabet

Edogawa Ranpo Ranpo NSFW Alphabet

Nikolai Gogol Nikolai NSFW Alphabet Nikolai NSW Dub-con

Edgar Allen Poe Poe NSFW Alphabet

Fyodor Dostoevsky Fyodor NSFW Alphabet

Sakunosuke Oda Oda NSFW Alphabet

Jouno Saigiku Jouno Saigiku NSFW Punishment

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

✫☼☾☁ | ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY | ☁☾☼✫

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 (✫) & 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 (☾)

[𝘿𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙞 𝙊𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙪]

𝐀 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐟é (✫)

Guess its worth a shot, a shot of caffeine

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 (✫) [𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥]

Dazai finds Y/N under the Blossom trees.

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 (✫) (𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥)

They swear as they see, she will be the last soul they will sacrifice for the battle.

Reunions with Blood and Tears (✫) (Requested)

Headcanon: Dazai is reunited with his lover after his escape

History hates lovers (✫)

You and him were something indescribable and sometimes you wish, you never met him

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ( ☾ )

Wishes could come true on shooting stars and they hoped theirs did too.

Swan dive (✫) [𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥]

Dazai was lowkey concerned. barely but yes

Little meets (✫) [𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥]

Life is interesting when you have someone to chase to.

Rain ( ☾ )

Drabble: Nothing can ever go wrong, right?

Just for a minute [✫]

Oneshot: For a minute, everything will be fine

𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗘 (✫)

Oneshot: Just one movie night with them [Dazai x reader x chuuya [pm era]]

𝗥𝗲𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 (✫)

Oneshot: Even after rejection, you still loved him.

Crown (✫)

Prompt: Even if he had to suffer for eternity, he would make you wear the crown.

By the bookstore (✫)

You met him after a long time at the bookstore, with your daughter

𝗣𝗢𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗥 (Headcanon)

Dazai with a Reader but she more handsome and popular than him

[𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙤 𝙀𝙙𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖]

Oblivious in love (✫) (𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥)

No matter how smart they are, love makes them blind

Types of Affection [✫]

Them and how they show each type of Affection. Ft Dazai, Ranpo, Atsushi, Chuuya and Akutagawa

Bliss [star] (requested)

ranpo and y/n eating snickers

[𝙆𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙖 𝘿𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤]

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 (✫)

Where Kunikida reunites with his old friend, never expecting the events to turn out this way.

Coldshakes (✫) (𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥)

half slipped confessions because in the end we need to pay the bill

[𝘼𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙉𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙖]

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 ( ☾ )

Maybe in another reality, things work out normal

Types of Affection [✫]

Them and how they show each type of Affection. Ft Dazai, Ranpo, Atsushi, Chuuya and Akutagawa

[𝙔𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝘼𝙠𝙞𝙠𝙤]

𝗚𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗶𝗲𝘀 ( ☾ )

Memories are for smiling, even if it pains you

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★Taglist★

[solemnvelvetangel]

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS MASTERLIST

ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY:

Atsushi Nakajima:

Headcanons:

"Everybody wants a taste, that's why I still get jealous..." - Jealousy Head canons

Osamu Dazai

Headcanons:

"One kiss is all it takes..." - Where BSD men like to be kissed

Doppo Kunikida

Headcanons:

"In a world of boys, he's a gentleman..." - General Relationship Headcanons

Ranpo Edogawa

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Akiko Yosano

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Junichiro Tanizaki

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Yukichi Fukuzawa

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PORT MAFIA

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

Headcanons:

"Everybody wants a taste, that's why I still get jealous..." - Jealousy Head canons

Chuya Nakahara

Headcanons:

"Everybody wants a taste, that's why I still get jealous..." - Jealousy Head canons

"One kiss is all it takes..." - Where BSD men like to be kissed

Michizo Tachihara

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Gin Akutagawa

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Koyo Ozaki

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Sakunosuke Oda

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DECAY OF ANGELS:

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Headcanons:

"Everybody wants a taste, that's why I still get jealous..." - Jealousy Head canons

"One kiss is all it takes..." - Where BSD men like to be kissed

Nikolai Gogol

Headcanons:

"One kiss is all it takes..." - Where BSD men like to be kissed

Sigma

Headcanons:

"One kiss is all it takes..." - Where BSD men like to be kissed

"You With the Dark Curls" - How Sigma would be with a significant other who is insecure about their dark, curly hair

Bram Stoker

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HUNTING DOGS:

Tecchou Suehiro

Headcanons:

"One kiss is all it takes..." - Where BSD men like to be kissed

Saigiku Jouno

Headcanons:

"Everybody wants a taste, that's why I still get jealous..." - Jealousy Head canons

OTHER:

Edgar Allen Poe

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Ango Sakaguchi

One Shots:

"Come to Bed"

[emi-the-ems]

Ranpo lazily strolls around the festival, devouring the food he bought from the stalls, savoring each bite. A frantic Poe clung to him, closely behind, as if he were afraid Ranpo would vanish as soon as his eyes were off him.

At that moment in the festival, Poe found comfort in the presence of Ranpo, the only person he knew. Large gatherings always made Poe feel like an outsider, so he naturally stuck close to anyone he was familiar with. Additionally, Karl had taken off with Poe's phone and wallet, leaving him feeling completely stranded in the midst of a sea of people, which only heightened his attachment to Ranpo.

Through his long strands of hair, he noticed two glistening, bright red candy apples with glossy caramel coating being held a few inches before his face. Eyes following the hand which held it, Poe's gaze reached the face of his rival's, recognizing the apples as the ones his rival was holding in his hand earlier. During the gesture, Rnapo simultaneously continued to rip off cotton candy with his mouth in another hand.

Among the cacophony of chattering voices in the crowd, Ranpo's words rang clear and distinct, emphasizing, "You can only take one, kay?"

Poe was a little suprised by the unexpected gesture. While he was well aware that Ranpo could easily perceive his profound anxiety, it was the mere act of Ranpo offering comfort that astonished him.

"Y-you're actually willing to share one of your sweets with me?!" Poe couldn't believe it. He knew how much Ranpo adored those treats; they were like his prized possessions. Sometimes, Poe even wondered if those sweets were some sort of life essence injected into Ranpo's veins for him to continue living. So, this gesture of offering a candy apple meant more than just a simple treat; it was a sign that Ranpo valued them and, morever, he cares.

And Ranpo knew it as well. He may care, but he has a hard time showing any sort of affection outwardly. It meant Ranpo intended it to be a sign in his own way, and Poe solved this puzzle as soon as it was found. And Poe was fairly elated on any confirmation of Ranpo's love.

Of course, this is all in the sense of rivalry love.

"Can't you see I'm doing it right now?" Ranpo prodded the apples closer to Poe, snapping him back from his thoughts. "So open up-! Say aaaa"

In a panic, Poe hastily reacted, swiftly parting his lips and taking a quick bite of the apple closest to his face.

As Poe took the first bite, a delectable flavor of caramel enveloped his taste buds, complemented by the crisp and succulent fruit beneath. The irresistible sweetness compelled him to go in for another bite.

With every bite into the apple, the intimidating crowd around him faded to insignificance. It was as if the detective's gesture held the power to solve anything. The sweet indulgence became a fleeting escape from reality, and Poe was captivated by the enchanting flavors and the unexpected solace it brought.

Well, it was as expected of the greatest detective in the world, after all.

Ranpo was observant, childish, and sweet.

Just like a candy apple.

[staar5384]

Dancing in the Rain-

An Osamu Dazai short fic

The day was pretty gloomy. Tiny raindrops dripped from the sky, collecting in murky puddles on the ground of the dirty street. The agency believed it was a nice day to stay inside, they had no jobs and they hadn’t spent much time together in a while. Atsushi was the one who suggested a little party, to celebrate all the good they had done.

While everyone was busy mingling and partying, you were sitting alone, staring at a book you had just recently bought. It’s not that you weren’t friends with everyone, in fact the others loved you, but you were more content with sitting quietly and enjoying the sounds of your friends having fun. Their laughter brought you joy, something that you could not verbally express, something you would never be able to verbally express.

You glanced around the room, watching as Atsushi was attempting to show Kyoka to dance, with Ranpo of course trying to one up him. He always needed to be better.

Kunikida and Akiko were in the corner talking, though what they were discussing was a mystery to you. Next to them was Kenji who was passed out on the floor after stuffing his face with everything he could fit.

Then there was Juun’ichirou and Naomi being… well whatever the hell they were. She was all over him as per usual and he was trying every single way to get her to back off. Obviously, it wasn’t working because she had basically glued herself to his hip.

You did another look over the room, then realized someone was missing. Dazai. You stood up, placing the book down on the chair you were sitting in.

Kunikida seemed to take notice of your urgency, looking at you with slight concern. “Are you alright? Did you sense something?” He was referring to your ability, which granted you heightened senses.

You shook your head, pointing at every member in the room. He looked confused, unsure of what you were trying to tell him. You huffed, reaching for your notebook and writing down on the paper.

Dazai is missing.

“Oh, yes, it appears that he is,” He said, not seeming to care all that much. “I’m sure he’s off somewhere attempting to kill himself. No need to be worried.”

You glared at him, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration.

“What? If you’re really that worried go look for him. I’m sure his dumbass is trapped in a river or barrel,” With that he turned his head back to Akiko, who simply stood there with a hideous grin on her face.

You sighed, walking out the door and skipping down the steps. Dazai was your closest friend. You and him had become incredibly close after he rescued you from the Port Mafia. He helped you control your ability, and gave you a voice when you couldn’t use your own. So, in turn, you vowed to keep that idiot alive, no matter what it took.

Once you made it outside, you regretted not grabbing an umbrella. The rain was pouring much harder than before, instantly soaking your white button up. You quickly made it under the cover of a shop building, looking around to try and find Dazai.

Luckily, he must have been nearby as you picked up on his footsteps, however the sound was faint, thanks to the cacophony of rain flooding your ears. You did your best to follow the sound, tracing it all the way to the river.

Dazai was leaning against the railing, his fluffy brown hair soaked, creating a blanket over his eyes. If he could see right now it would be a damn miracle.

You approached him, tapping his shoulder. He didn’t turn, just smiled a bit. “I had a feeling you’d come looking for me.” You nodded in response, though you doubted he could see it at all.

He spun around, giving you a good look at him. He was drenched, and he didn’t even seem to care. “Are you wondering what I’m doing out here and why I’m not out having fun with the others?” You nodded once more. “Well, I was hoping you and I could have a moment. Alone.”

Your face flushed, which then caused you to glance down at the ground, not wanting to meet his gaze. He chuckled, resting his hand on top of your head. “No need to get all flustered there.” This only made you more flustered. You knew he was doing it on purpose too.

He removes his hand from your head and takes a hold of your chin, carefully tipping your head up to face him. “Come on, look at me,” He smirked a bit, your heart fluttering in response.

He lets go, grabbing your hand. You looked at him, flustered and confused. “I want to dance with you,” He smiled, pulling your body against his. He stared down at you, watching for a reaction. Hesitantly, you looked up at him, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

He begins to sway, his hand making its way to your waist, only pulling you two closer together. Your face was hot, so hot that even the cool raindrops couldn’t get rid of the burning sensation.

Another look at him, and he wasn’t grinning or smirking anymore, he was smiling. “You know, I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” He spun the two of you around. “I’ve wanted to know what it’s like to be this close to you,” He leaned his head down, his lips just barely touching yours. “Do you also want to know how it feels to be this close to me?”

Your heart was hammering in your chest. You were frozen in time, your eyes trapped in his. You didn’t know what to do, or how to react. Of course this is what you wanted, you’ve wanted it for so long, but you struggled to respond.

He pulled back, resting his chin on the top of your head, holding you in a tight embrace. “Another time, perhaps,” He hummed softly, closing his eyes.

You laid your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, continuing to sway to the melody of the rain.

[gettinshiggywithit]

Can you do a fukuzawa, ranpo, kunikida, dazai, chuuya, (you can add more if you want :) except the kids though) x stalker reader (I'd like it to be slightly suggestive)

!The BSD Boys X A Stalker!Reader!

Scenario:- how I think the bsd boys would react to having a stalker (reader is a bit yandere-y and creepy?)

Pairing(s):- dazai x gn!reader | chuuya x gn!reader | ranpo x gn!reader | kunikida x gn!reader

Genre:- im not really sure...

Type:- headcanons

A/N:-Hi there! SO I know you said u wanted it to be suggestive,but truth be told I don’t really see them taking it lightly enough for it to become suggestive… Now I know that not all writers on here will think that but I try to make my interpretations of how they would react in certain situations as accurate as possible.so I truly would like to apologize in advance for it not being what you expected/wanted🤕. @thesimpupthesky id love to hear ur feedback even if it isn’t necessarily positive 😓!

Disclaimer:- There’s nothing even remotely romantic about this.#prepare for blatant rejection and uncomfortable scenarios if you wanna go forward

->Dazai

Honestly he found it amusing,how you sent letters and little things and he found it even more amusing how you thought he wouldn’t know who you were.

Dazai was a man of many talents and finding out information he wanted and needed was one of them.

So he decided he’d give you the chance to talk to him,or rather for him to talk to you.

The next day dazai left the agency building for a little walk,knowing full well you’d follow him.

Once he was about to pass an alley,he turned into it instead of just going straight.

This confused you.

You’d been studying his routes and his schedules and the only thing he visited around here other than the café was the convenience store that always seemed to have a deal on bandages,and even that was a few blocks away.

Nevertheless,you followed him into the alley,maybe you could talk to him? Finally hear his voice speaking to you..

But when you turned the corner the alley was empty

You walked in and looked around,how could he have vanished??

Just as you were about to give up and leave you felt someone’s presence behind you.

you turned around you were met with the object of your admirations.

The man himself

Osamu dazai

And suddenly you were nervous…

No words came out of your mouth when you tried to speak,so he decided to fill the awkward silence himself.

“so you’re the one who’s been stalking me,” he said with a  laugh. “I was honestly hoping for a more challenging opponent”

This snapped you out of your trance.

“opponent? I-I don’t want to be your opponent…”

“what do you want to be then?”he asked,the look in his eyes showed he knew the answer.

“i…I wanna be your partner;as in,in a romantic sense”

“so you want to date me? Well im sorry to disappoint,but im not interested”

“but-”you began and were immediately cut off

“I’d like to be with someone who would be willing to commit double suicide with me,and im guessing that you aren’t hmm?”

“i-”

“mhmm,”he said turning around to leave the alley,  “that’s what I thought”

“but I love you!”

He turned back to look at you before leaving the alley, “how tragic”

And with that he was gone

->Chuuya

Honestly it really pissed him off.

Everyday,his mail was filled with letters and little knick knacks you’d sent him and it was getting really really annoying,because you’d had the brilliant idea of making your letters look like official ones he actually needed to open.

He’d gotten pretty good at telling when it was one of your bs ones or his actual mail now.but he’d always end up goin thru the ones he’d sorted out too.

He couldnt risk missing anything important.

And while it did make Chuuya’s life a living hell,he didn’t think you were worth engaging.so he suffered in silence.

That is,until he received a rather unsavoury package.

“Unsavoury how op?”You must be asking!

Well lets say he knew it was a bs letter when he saw the package alone.

Because it was wet.

He grabbed a paper towel and used it to toss the package aside,looking through his actual letter pile to make sure nothing important had been soiled as a result of your annoying-ass shite.

Thankfully nothing had been ruined but when he had finished work that day,his curiosity got the best of him and he put on a pair of disposable gloves to open the package (AINT NO WAY IN HELL HES TOUCHIN THAT SHIT WITH HIS ACTUAL GLOVES! NAH UH!)

When he opened the envelope a set of undergarments fell out,and they were...nope he wasn’t gonna finish that thought!

This was the final straw!

This had gone on long enough and he was fed up.

Chuuya used the mafia’s resources and was able to find someone who could find out who tf you were

Once he had his answer he looked at your address and thought he’d give you about as much of a surprise you had him.

He picked open your lock and stood by your window all the photos and pictures of him you had tacked around, making his skin crawl.

just as you were coming in through the door you noticed a figure by your window and squeaked out loud in shock,dropping your bags.

��You-you’re-”

“The person you’ve been fkin inconveniencing,yeah” he said,taking a purposeful step towards you.

You took a step back,this wasnt how you’d envisioned your meeting! He wasn’t supposed to be mad...why was he mad??

“Inconvenience? I never meant to inconvenience you!” You squeaked out.

Chuuya didn’t even try to hide his disdain at that.but he also wanted to get out of there asap!

He looked you directly in the eye and said in the most intimidating voice you’d ever heard, “either you leave me the fxck alone,or ill send my subordinates to take out the trash.”

You were so shook by this that you fell over backwards and he took that as his cue to leave.

He held onto his hat and ducked back through the window.

this snapped you out of your train wreck of thoughts.

You reached out to him and shouted,clear as day and loud enough to be heard, “BUT I LOVE YOU!”

He looked back at you and the disgust that came over his sharp features managed to distort them in a surprisingly unattractive way

“Not my fuxkin problem!”

And with that he disappeared and your entire reality came crashing down as the fog cleared and you realised just what had happened.

->Ranpo

“Ooh mail!” He said as he went through the pile kunikida had brought up for him.

But nope. None of the snacks he’d ordered had come yet. And he knew better than to eat mystery candy from strangers,his dad boss fukuzawa had taught him better.

This was the fourth day too...

Ack he was sick of this!

Ranpo quickly deduced your location and asked dazai to take care of it.

He knew dazai’s past from the mafia and he really wasn’t bothered to go himself.

But he also knew dazai wouldn’t do anything unnecessary,so he was the perfect choice!

When dazai came back ranpo asked him how it went

“Oh,nothing special,just some poor soul stuck in a delusion”

To which ranpo nodded,commenting that it was finally over.

“Yeah about that,they said they loved you...sounded pretty convinced you loved em too.”

Ranpo knew this,but he asked dazai what his response had been nevertheless.

“Ah,” said Dazai, falling into the chair next to ranpo’s.

“I just told them that you had better things to do and better people to spend your time with.”

“ a bit harsh?”

“Mhm,but you know there wasnt any other way.”

Ranpo nodded once again and went back to his snack and cartoon.

The next days came and went and ranpo finally had his regular mail on schedule.

Now his pile was of boxes of sweet drinks,snacks and even more delights!

->Kunikida

This entire ordeal irked kunikida to his core

It neither made sense according to his ideals,nor did it make sense in general

Furthermore your letters and packages were becoming a nuisance

He had to end it.

Kunikida asked katai to find your location and when it was handed to him he took it and left.

Thirty minutes was all he allocated for this entire situation ,and he aimed to end it within his pre-set time frame.

He knocked on your door and when you answered it,you were obviously taken aback!

You struggled to find words so he filled in the silence.time was ticking after all...

“Good day,y/n. Im sure you know who i am but im here to tell you that i am not interested in you.you fail to meet all the criteria to fit into my spousal plan project and you have shown a severe lack of honorable ideals.therefore i would like you to leave me alone and allocate your time more constructively.thank you and good day.”

He bowed and turned to leave but you gripped his arm and with determination dripping from your every word said, “but i love you! We’re meant to be!”

He sharply shook off your hand and barely even looked at you as he said, “i wholeheartedly disagree.take care and goodbye.”

And then he left without even sparing you a glance.

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[babyminty]

Cg Fukuzawa/Littles Dazai & Ranpo & Yosano

I'm so sorry this took so long. I was gonna upload it earlier, but I accidently dropped my phone in water.

Yosano, Ranpo and Dazai had left the Agency early so that Ranpo could stock up on more candy so that he didn't run out. He had convinced Dazai to come by telling him that he would do his work for him, (Ranpo was actually just going to convince Kunikida to do the work,) and Yosano had agreed to go with them because she didn't want to be left out.

Unfortunately, though, whilst they were out,  Yosano had started to feel small. They hurried their shopping up, getting less sweets than Ranpo would have liked, but he didn't mind if it meant that Yosano would be more comfortable going back to the Agency instead of being small in public. 

Once they got back to the Agency, though, it was empty. No one was there besides the three that had just arrived. Ranpo glanced around nervously. He was also beginning to feel small and he could tell that Dazai was beginning to as well. 

All three of them were regressed and there was nobody else around. They huddled together in the middle of the room, tears beginning to form in their eyes as they sat there, not knowing what to do.

Just then, the main door of the office squeaks open, and Fukuzawa walks in, all three littles' attention on him immediately. Fukuzawa picks up on what is happening and makes his way over to the three, crouching down in front of them. 

"Are you okay?" He asks. Giving no answer, Ranpo and Yosano launch themselves at Fukuzawa, and he catches them, even though he is caught slightly  off guard. Dazai just continues to sit on the floor, though, watching the other two littles. Fukuzawa glances over at Dazai. "Are you okay?" He repeats his question, and Dazai nods. "Okay. It's getting  late. Let's go to the dorms." Fukuzawa suggests, and the littles agree.

Getting up, Yosano took Fukuzawa's left hand whilst Ranpo took his right and Dazai took a fistful of the back of Fukuzawa's shirt. Fukuzawa lead all three littles back to the dorms and into his own, as even though in their own dorms they did have little gear, they only had their own, but inside Fukuzawa's dorm, they all had little gear.

"Okay, let's get you all into comfy clothes, hm?" Fukuzawa suggested which got hums of agreement from Yosano and Ranpo and a nod from Dazai. Fukuzawa got out three onesies. One was purple for Yosano, another was green for Ranpo, and the last one was blue for Dazai. Fukuzawa colour coordinated all their little gear like that. All the purple gear was Yosano's, all the green gear was Ranpo's, and all the blue gear was Dazai's.

Dazai tugged on Fukuzawa's sleeve. Fukuzawa glanced down at him. "Yes, Dazai? What do you need?" Fukuzawa asked. "Paci?" Dazai asked shyly. "You want your paci? Of course, I'll go get it for you now." Fukuzawa was about to go and get Dazai's pacifier, but before he could, Ranpo ran off and came back with a blue pacifier, holding it out to Dazai. Dazai smiled at Ranpo and thanked him before taking the pacifier. 

Fukuzawa smiled at Ranpo, ruffling his hair. "Thank you for helping." He said. Ranpo returned the smile before running over to Yosano who was colouring. He took a seat beside her and she handed him a picture and crayons. Dazai crawled over over to the two and was handed a picture and crayons as well. 

The three stayed like that for a while,  Yosano and Ranpo talking to each other whilst Dazai babbled along. Soon, Dazai started to grow tired and abandoned his picture which had actually just become a paper filled with colourful squiggles. He crawled over to Yosano and cuddled into her side as she continued to colour her picture in.

Ranpo was the next to decide that he had finished colouring and he decided to give the picture to Fukuzawa. He smiled proudly as Fukuzawa took the picture. It was obvious that Ranpo had tried to keep the crayon inside the lines but had been unsuccessful. "Well done. It's really good." Fukuzawa said as he ruffled Ranpo's hair. Ranpo giggled happily and ran back to Yosano, who had finished colouring and was holding a sleeping Dazai in her arms. 

Ranpo quickly sits down and hugs Yosano, cuddling against her. Dazai whines and clings to Yosano tighter, having been woken up by Ranpo. Yosano glares at Ranpo who gives her an apologetic look but doesn't let go of her. She sighs, cuddling both of them. 

Ranpo can feel himself dropping smaller and whines. He looks at Dazai who still has his own paci. Ranpo wants his paci! Ranpo whines again. Yosano glances at him in concern. "What's wrong?" She asks just as Fukuzawa crouches down next to them to check why Ranpo was whining.

"Paci!" Ranpo whines. Fukuzawa nods, getting up and leaving the room, coming back shortly after with a green pacifier for Ranpo. Ranpo happily accepts it. "Thank oo..." He thanked. "You're welcome." Fukuzawa said. Ranpo placed the pacifier in his mouth, sucking on it to soothe himself.

"I'm sleepy." Yosano stated. "Do you want to go to bed?" Fukuzawa asked. Ranpo quickly shook his head as Yosano nodded, and Dazai nodded tiredly as well. "Well the other two want to go to bed, Ranpo, you should go as well." Fukuzawa stated. Ranpo whined, shaking his head. "I'll read you a story." Fukuzawa coaxed. Ranpo perked up before nodding.

Yosano stood up, Dazai still in her arms and started walking to the bedroom. "Are you fine with carrying him?" Fukuzawa asked. Yosano nodded. "I'm fine." She said. Fukuzawa nodded, turning his attention back on Ranpo. 

"Come on, let's go." Fukuzawa started towards the bedroom, gesturing for Ranpo to follow. Ranpo just whined, still sitting on the floor. Fukuzawa turned back to ask what was wrong, but before he could, Ranpo made grabby hands for him. Fukuzawa smiled and picked Ranpo up, carrying him to the bedroom.

Once all three littles were comfy in bed, Fukuzawa started to reading as promised. Dazai, who had already been drifting in and out of sleep fell asleep first followed by Ranpo. Yosano was able to stay awake until Fukuzawa finished the book, drifting off to sleep shortly after.