Can I request how the bsd men (Chuuya, Atsushi, Oda, and Sigma) would react to their gf rejecting their affection because they’re being too nice/kind, and she isn’t sure if she deserves their love? For example: dodging their kisses, refusing their gifts, or being too distant. It’s kinda based on the “I can’t marry you, you’re too good for me" trend.
TOO GOOD FOR ME — CHUUYA , ATSUSHI , ODA , & SIGMA
"we just need each other, nothing else matters." ❤︎
cw ꒰ঌ ໒꒱. sfw / insecurity/low-worth themes / rejection of affection (kisses, gifts, compliments) / angst → comfort / mention of emotion vulnerability / self-esteem struggles / reader unworthy of their love / chuuya being an amazing bf / oda is understanding / atsushi is worried, but wants to be there for you / mention of sigma's insecurities / hcs / not-proof read!
lylas notes ꒰ঌ ໒꒱. (old request) oh sigma my bbg, come back to me i miss you (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ
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CHUUYA IMMEDIATELY REALIZES YOUR keeping your distance from him, his to attentive to not notice. from dodging his kisses so his lips graze your jaw, how you hesitantly take the bouquet of roses he gives you, and how you stay silent when he compliments your outfits.
"you look good today, sweetheart," he'll coo, kiss your temple and stroke your hair. you gulp down the lump in your throat, shaking your head slightly.
"ah, it's all i had in my wardrobe. it's — nothing special."
he gets a bit frustrated only because you're putting yourself down like this — out of all people, you shouldn't be talking down about yourself. it hurts him to see you doubt yourself.
"did you need new clothes? doll, you could have just told me — i can take you shopping to get a brand new outfit!" you cut him off with soft groan, "chuu, you don't have to be so nice — i don't want you to spend your money on me."
he froze. he stares at you with a look of, "what the fuck," and stutters, "what—i want to spend my money on you. your my girl and you deserve it." he defends, taking your wrists when he noticed you start to hide yourself. "what's wrong, [name]. something up, i can see it in your eyes."
he ends up doubling down the affection — buys you more gifts, buys you more outfits and has you wear them wherever you two go, pulls you close when cuddling, kissing you all over your face until your giggling, and refuses to let you go unless you really need distance. but he's always by your side when you start to isolate yourself.
"i made the decision to be with you for a reason, not because i was forced too but because i love you. i'd chose you in every lifetime, alright? don't act like you don't deserve me — you're worth my love." he'll kiss your temple, holding you close to his chest, "more than you'll ever know."
~ ♡ ~
YOU TWO ARE LITERALLY
"I CANT LOVE YOU! YOUR TOO NICE TOO ME!"
"I'LL BE LESS NICE?? NAME, I LOVE YOU!
at first ATSUSHI will start to think he's done something to have you become so distant. he would be crushed when you dodge his kisses or refuse his gift.
he thought he messed up, or he was too quick and he's being too much of a clingy partner. he wouldn't try to tear up but he can't help but bury himself in a hole — until he thought about talking to you about this. he knows one thing about a healthy relationship and that's to always communicate when either one of you is upset.
he gets you alone after work hours and when you finally express your feelings and think that you don't deserve his love or kindness — he blinks. he'd freeze, but something inside him is relieved that your not upset with him.
he looks at you with disbelieving eyes, "[name]" he chuckled out a weak laugh, "you don't think you deserve me? do you know how much you've done for me? how much you've made my life better because you're in it?" he would gently, so gently take your hands holding them close to his chest you can feel how fast his heart is beating.
"do you feel that? it's for you, all my love is for you!"
then he would lean close and kiss you on the lips, and this time you didn't pull away. you both pulled away and he chuckled against your lips, "i don't care what you think you deserve, i'm never letting you go."
he would be tearing up at this point, but he's not ashamed. he loves you so much, and is willing to wait as long as it takes for you to realize it.
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HE DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING when he notices you pull your hand quickly away from his and into your pocket. ODASAKU would just blink and shrug it off, thinking nothing if it at first.
that is until you started to pull away from him slowly and started to dodge his kisses so he would peck your cheek instead of your lips.
he'd quietly observed you for the next few days and calmly came up to you and ask what was wrong.
"you're pulling away from me. what's wrong, talk to me." his tone would be calm but firm, he just wants to know what he can do help you.
when you confess you don't think you deserve him and his love, he goes quiet. he would give a small, almost sad smile not pity—understanding. when you start to tear up, he offers to hug you and you can't help but just want to collapse in his arms and have him hold you.
he would hold you steady in his arms and not rush anything in your relationship.
he wouldn't push gifts or kisses onto you unless you were ready. he respects your boundaries and simply thinks you're just not comfortable yet.
instead, he shows his affection in small ways — making you coffee in the morning when you wake up, listen to your rant when something's bothering you or what's on your mind, walk you home in silence in your perfer.
"thank you for telling me, darling. i love you so much you don't even know," he'll set a grounding hand over yours, "but i'm not going anywhere. we'll go at your pace, okay? promise me you won't run away anymore."
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SIGMA WOULD BE CONFUSED — he would feel raw and vulnerable. he's used to feeling like he doesn't deserve kindness, so when you start to reject his affection? oh, he had a pit in his stomach.
the first kiss you dodged he immediately froze and stared at you, eyes flickering in confusion and hurt. "...are you okay? did i do something wrong?" if you don't say anything and keep on the dark like this, he's bound to just shut down and isolate himself. distracting himself with his casino and going back to everything normally.
finally, when you admit he's "too good" for you — he would look at you stunned. he's been thinking about what could possibly be on the mind, but this is not what he was expecting you to say.
his voice is soft and a little shaky when he replies, "i'm not too good for you, if anything, i thought you were too good for me!"
he'll cling a little bit too after that, curling into your chest knees tucked as he laid over you — biting his nails and relaxing to your touch when you stroke his hair. he'll lay his head on your shoulder when you sitting close to him and when you two are alone he'll bury his face in the crook of your neck and hold you close, as if to anchor himself. he loves you and he chose you because of that.
his heart is aching knowing you think you're not worthy of it.
"please don't push me away," he whispered — voice quiet and raw, "i don't care what you think you deserve, i just want you. nothing else matters."
reassurance is a must with him, giving or receiving. you make him feel human and less alone in his own insecurities.
hi @stellas-starry-sillies13 ! here's ur req :) not full-length fics but i hope it's what you wanted.
🟢 ranpo edogawa
at first, everyone assumes it’s ranpo doing the teasing in the relationship, but no. it’s you. all you.
you sneak up behind him in public and whisper things like “what are you doing after this, detective?” like you're strangers meeting for the first time.
he loves it, though he’ll dramatically fake being annoyed—pulling his hat over his face like “ugh you’re so embarrassing… do it again.”
when you cheerfully hang off his arm and call him your “brainy little genius,” he gets the smuggest grin known to man.
lowkey, you’re his favorite distraction.
⚪️ jouno saigiku
he hears the flirtation before you even open your mouth. heartbeat fast, steps bouncy, voice syrupy sweet—trouble incoming.
“what a handsome little killer i married,” you coo, adjusting his tie or tugging his coat tighter like he’s yours to decorate.
he pretends he’s unaffected, smirking faintly, brushing you off with a dry “you’re loud.”
but the second someone else starts flirting with you back? oh. suddenly it’s “hands off, she’s mine.”
sometimes he’ll wrap his arm around your waist while you’re being your usual chaotic self and whisper, “go on. you’re cute when you play.”
he likes the noise you bring. the chaos. it gives him something to track, to anticipate, to miss.
🟤 dazai osamu
finally, someone who can out-flirt him. he is elated.
you do things like wink at him across crowded rooms, blow kisses from across the table, whisper “wanna ditch this place and get married again?”
he flirts back, obviously, but sometimes you catch him genuinely flustered—and he is obsessed with that.
when you show up to agency HQ just to say hi and immediately dip after blowing him a kiss, he collapses in his chair like, “that woman is going to kill me one day… i hope.”
he never expected to fall so hard for someone who runs entirely on impulse and affection and sunshine. but he does. over and over.
🔴 chuuya nakahara
every time you call him “handsome,” “pretty,” or “my sweet baby,” he groans like you’re torturing him—but he lives for it.
he gets visibly red when you flirt in front of his subordinates. “you can’t say that in public—” “yes i can, you’re my husband!”
you wait around him like a puppy while he’s trying to be serious, and he eventually just gives up and starts smiling, hands on his hips like “you’re impossible.”
always brings you gifts to try and shut you up, but you just coo about how romantic he is and it backfires.
even if you’re loud and chaotic, he always keeps a steadying hand on your back or waist. you might be energetic, but he grounds you.
╰› warnings ♯ fem reader, might be ooc, cursing, established relationships, use of petnames, double suicide mentioned once at dazais part, head mentioned at dazais part idk what possessed me to include that, dazais bad eating habits implied, robbery mentioned at nikolais part ⋆˚࿔
Pranking them that their card declined when you're out getting something. its not a joke for Dazai's part cuz he's Dazai.
request: may i get dating headcanons for lovecraft, kajii, and mark twain (from bsd) with a female s/o who’s goofy and laidback, but has a powerful and dangerous ability?
# tags: headcanons; current relationships; romance; some comedy; fluff; sfw
includes: female reader ft. howard phillips lovecraft, motojirou kajii & mark twain {bsd}
author’s note: AHHHHH, i love this one!! also, i decided to create a few abilities for this request, hope it’s okay.
— HOWARD
↘ Lovecraft’s ability is really strong; honestly, it’s hard to find someone who has a power stronger than him. He can regenerate, his body is durable, he’s practically indestructible.
↘ But well, hello.
↘ You are here.
↘ Of course, Howard didn’t expect anything unusual in the beginning; you seemed too delicate and tiny to surprise anyone in The Guild.
↘ However, during the mission shared between you, him and Steinbeck, he saw how much you can offer as a The Guild member and his partner; your ability who can manipulate blood caused your opponents to divert their bloodstream and after few seconds they just die painfully. It was quite an interesting experience for the two of you (with John, three of you). The tall man even praised you honestly in a bored voice, saying it was a really interesting, slightly funny sight.
↘ Then you smiled at him and he fell in love with you?
↘ He literally felt his stone heart racing as you laughed under your breath, then joked with John or walked along the wall beside the river, almost falling into it, counting your small steps.
↘ You were so happy, so alive, so innocent. You were his total opposite, loving closeness and jokes.
↘ And at the same time you were so brave, powerful and self-sufficient that he was so hecking impressed.
↘ Anyway. When you two started dating you became an interesting couple that aroused controversy among other people.
↘ However, you didn’t pay too much attention to it; especially when you hug his arm into your own chest or combed his long, soft hair, saying that you really love him and you will always take care of him.
↘ I’m pretty sure that he’ll like PDA and smooches thanks to you.
↘ Sometimes he will piggyback you, and that will be his favorite physical contact with you.
↘ He’s still a bit bitter, dense and new in it but you’re working on it!
— MOTOJIROU
↘ If he is a sour lemonade, then you are strong vodka and together you create a perfect mixture who cannot be stopped by force.
↘ You two found a common language almost immediately, when you joined to the Port Mafia. Kaiji fell in love at first sight and even told you this.
↘ “I have never met such a beautiful and funny woman like you… Do you want to go out for a coffee or cake? Or both? It will be the beginning of a beautiful relationship!”
↘ A simple and honest guy who still surprises you.
↘ How can you not love him?
↘ Of course you agreed that day. You were like two drops of the same water (lemonade?) after all.
↘ During the war for the life of a your boss who was infected with the ‘Cannibalism virus’, you two were given the same task; ‘Jirou was busy with his lemon bombs and trying to smash the members of the Armed Detective Agency to small pieces, and you, with your own ability who can generate a magnetic field and incapacitate enemies, paved the way for your boyfriend to defeat enemy organization much faster.
↘ You were definitely the best partners in the Mafia; everyone were so done with both of you. Lmao.
↘ I mean, one Kaiji is a lot for them, but when are you together?
↘ Headache, headache, headache, headache and headache once again.
↘ You also love showing your love to him, so the rest of the Port Mafia members threaten you with death when you kiss him on the tasty lips, when you two hold each other hands, or when you sit on his lap and hug him.
↘ Motojirou always complements you and is a total cutie for you.
↘ Your self-control during all missions, and the simultaneous joyful personality in private time, seems extremely hot and interesting to him.
↘ You are definitely his greatest and only weakness.
— MARK
↘ Here it is the opposite.
↘ Mark, at first, recognized your ability when he watched you by his telescope along with Huckleberry and Tom. At this point, everyone were in a fight between The Guild, Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency; Mark was really surprised to see that you can summon a huge, ruby dragon.
↘ Your ability was a bit like Moby Dick, but unlike to him, you were on the offensive side.
↘ By standing on the head of the beautiful beast, you were able to destroy the city, enemies and all kinds of vehicles. Your face at that time was incredibly composed, stone, and emotionless.
↘ You were the sexiest girl he had ever met in his life.
↘ Lol. Another simp. Wbk, wbk.
↘ Only later the red-haired young man got to know you privately and was extremely surprised ONCE AGAIN to hear your jokes and complaints about everything related to work and about this stupid conflict between the three organizations.
↘ So many happy and amused stars were burning in your eyes at that time… He felt his cheeks burn and heart beats faster.
↘ Huckleberry and Tom teased him for the next few and long days.
↘ Of course, he liked you almost immediately; not only because of your strength, but above all because of your character and humor, which was similar to the one he used.
↘ You were so sweet in his eyes when you joked about random things and took him on numerous dates around town, always thanking him for everything with a quick kiss or peck.
↘ It was nice to hold your hand and at the same time to see your sincere, joyful smile or blush.
↘ Mark would never have thought that The Guild besides money would give him the love of his own life.
Hello! I really love your Akutagawa hcs with a Russian s/o, if it's not too much of a bother, can you do one for Dazai and Mark Twain as well? Thank you so much!
C/n: hello there. I’m so sorry I took so long to do this. But thank you for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍
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HCs on Dazai and Mark Twain with a shy Russian s/o.
Dazai Osamu:
This man Is2g
He absolutely adores you.
How you speak, your hair. Your EYES.
My god, you would think he was being a creep just staring at you, but he just likes to look at you.
“Y/n?” “Y-Yes, Dazai?” “Look at me,” he says and you do. He slowly moves your hair away from your face and cups your cheek. You blush furiously and look at him. “Your eyes...kill me with them.” “Eh?!”
When you speak, Dazai finds himself just soaking up your voice.
“So, Kunikida that’s what-Dazai? Are you okay?” You look at him and he smiles. “Yes, yes, Roza. Just keep on talking. Pretend I’m not here.”
But it was one day, that he confessed his feelings by bringing you desert that you haven’t seen in years.
“Dazai! Is this..?” “Yes. Charlotte. I managed to get it from..a friend. Do you like it?” He says and you smile. You go on your top toes and gently kiss his cheek. “Y-yes. Thank you, Dazai,” you say and he just kisses you full on.
He pulled and walked away like nothing happened. You look down at the desert and see a little note.
‘For my Roza. Я влюбился в тебя с первого взгляда*’
You gasp and look at Dazai, who was already looking at you. This was the beginning of something beautiful.
Mark Twain:
Little shit.
Mark is the type of person who, if he likes someone, he won’t leave them alone.
So when he saw you and came to the conclusion that he liked you, you can bet your ass that he was with you 24/7.
“Y/n! Y/n! Hiya, good looking.” He flirts and all you can do if put your head down to hide your face in your hands. “H-Hi, Mark,” you say and he chuckles.
It does NOT HELP that he’s good looking too. You started liking him too, and now everything he did to you made you blush 10 times worse.
Since he had his shirt always open, you tended to avoid looking at him since your eyes will make its way d o w n.
He caught you once. All he did was stretch so you could get a better look.
“So, my little Russian princess, care to tell me why you’re staring so much?” He asks and you look away. “I wasn’t staring.” “Uh huh, Huck! Tom!” He calls his little minions. “Yes?” “Was Y/n staring?” “Oh most definitely.” Shit.
But in all seriousness, he really does like you. To tell you, he would teach you how to shoot a gun and stand behind you while his hands lingered on yours and his face was abnormally close to yours.
After you shot the target, he cheered and kissed your cheek.
“Kind of like how you shot my heart, Y/n,” he says and you widen your eyes. “What? N-no I didn’t. Are you okay?” You frantically asks and he laughs at you.
“It’s my way of saying that you got my heart, Y/n. I like you.”
After that, both of you were together and you taught him Russian.
Needless to say, he was getting better and started to flirt with you in Russian which just made you melt into his words.
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“Can’t believe Ao3 has a waiting list now. When I get an account I’ll be posting some stuff there.”
𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏:
> Я влюбился в тебя с первого взгляда: 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.
originally made this for fun just to piss off @miyaxs
slight nsfw but its mainly crack
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akutagawa: he was so quiet in bed you weren’t sure if he was having a good time or not. you kept asking if he was okay or if he wanted to keep going and he was so confused. also, stared way too intensely into your eyes you had to close them to avoid feeling the pressure of his gaze
ango: god he’s so tired. he fell asleep in the middle of doing it one time. he felt so bad when he woke up
atsushi: he’s super vanilla but he tried to degrade you just to try it and almost cried. had to stop so he could apologize and he wouldn’t stop apologizing
chuuya: he was so nervous and consequently so, so sweaty. his palms were practically waterfalls and he didn’t notice until he was unbuttoning his shirt and his palms touched his skin. he wasn’t expecting the moist feeling, yelled “EW” and then accidentally activated his ability out of instinct
dazai: wont shut up about suicide. says something along the lines of “i hope i can die between your thighs” but he says it way too seriously. you had to sit down with him and talk about why you don’t want your lover to kick the bucket in the middle of having sex
fukuzawa: heard a cat meowing outside and ditched all forms of aftercare to throw on some clothes and go outside to feed it
fyodor: tried degradation but it ended up being more of a psychoanalysis and his form of degradation was way too personal and hit way too close to home. also, has no manners and probably commented on the way your pussy looks
jouno: stiff as a board the whole time, you had to ask him if he wanted to continue. he said yes. he just seemed bored the whole time until he told you thats just his face
kajii: wanted to bring his bombs into bed. thats enough said
kunikida: super strict. if you dont finish by a certain time, then you don’t finish at all. even if he hasn’t, either. he’ll stop, put his clothes on, and do whatever it is that was written down in his notebook next
mark twain: accidentally activated his ability and his little doll friends, huck and tom, started blabbering
mori: elise barged in and immediately all of his attention was swept away. just left you there
nikolai: put it in the wrong hole. also, started laughing hysterically at random points and claimed it was because his mind was wandering
odasaku: zones in and out. he wouldn’t outright say it but his body language does so it was pretty obvious when his mind would wander and then go “oh right, i’m doing this”
poe: karl came into the room in the middle of it and decided to sleep on the bed. on the pillow. right above your head
ranpo: got a call from the agency. picked up the phone to answer and walked away
tanizaki: came super quickly and he felt so bad he stood up and started cooking as an apology
tachihara: he has a habit of staring. when you took your clothes off he just... stared at your chest for a solid few minutes. you really didnt know what to do
sigma: god he doesn’t know shit about anatomy. tried to finger you and almost went up your urethra before you grabbed his hand and had to explain that there are different holes for different things
suehiro: hes a little stupid so forgive him. also doesn’t know shit about anatomy. also flipped you over a little too hard and accidentally tossed you off the bed
these are all based off things i do or have inconvenienced my life lmfao i’ll probs do a part two with everyone i missed this just got wayyy to long lol next im posting being friends with double black
Oda:
If you’re wearing shorts and have bruises he will poke them when you’re resting your legs on him. He’s silent about it too and if you yell at him he pretends to act like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.
Will smack your sunburn but this one is actually an accident. He just wanted to pat you on the back because you’re amazing.
Will space out when you talk too long, sometimes certain objects are just so… mesmerizing
Dazai:
Loves to jumpscare you the only exception is if it was a trigger. In that case he will just call your name and whip something at you for you to catch at random.
When you’re driving he likes to reach over and honk your horn. It’s almost caused so many roadside fistfights.
If he sees a dog in public he will bark and growl at it.
Kunikida:
Won’t let you on the bed without socks on. You could be sick as a dog and he’ll still enforce this rule.
Cleaning is hard because he has a hard time throwing things away. You’ll spend extra time as he holds two identical pens, trying to decide which one he wants to keep. He’s learned to plan certain days in his schedule for cleaning now.
Won’t let you turn up the music in the car and will keep it at a level that’s so low it’s annoying.
" Let's go on a date, (name)! " The red haired male in front of you smiled at you. Your shocked face didn't faze him at all as you stared at him.
" A date? Now? " You asked, confirming that was in fact what he had meant for it to happen right now.
" Yep! Let's go get ice cream together! " He held out his hand for you to take. You nodded in agreement, still thinking about the sudden proposition. You placed your hand in his outstretched one as he walked out of the house with you, down towards the local ice cream place.
Although it was a small place with limited seating, it was truly a jackpot to those who knew about it. Mark was getting excited as you both approached the place, a little bounce was apparent in his step as you both approached the ice cream parlor.
" You can sit down, I'll order, " He looked over at you, " I remember your favorite flavor, don't worry. " He gave you a thumbs up as he let go of your hand.
" Sounds good. " You returned his thumbs up as you watched him go to the counter inside to order for the both of you. That left you standing outside to look for an empty table to sit at, which wasn't hard. Not many people were eating their ice cream outside.
Not even a minute after you sat down, Mark came rushing over with a smile and two ice creams in hand.
" Sorry, I tasted yours just a bit before~ " He apologized as you took it, looking back at him with a skeptical expression, waiting for him to say he was joking. " Relaxx! I'm joking don't worry! " You couldn't help but laugh a little as you went to lick the ice cream. " I did lick it actually. It was right there too. "
" Oh, come on, Mark! "
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♡ synopsis: Mark flirts with everyone he lays his eyes on, but he could never quite seem to stray away from you especially. Being his best friend and confidant, you assumed it was just an act to tease you, but it begins to feel more personal than that.
♡ wc: 1.8k
♡ cw: A lot of swearing, alcohol, drinking, Mark also uses pet names like 'babe' and 'doll' because he would totally do that, reader (and Mark) is a little tipsy, Mark is a bit of a Casanova lol, mentions of sex, mentions of harassment, you and Mark make out, suggestive content, you and Mark share the love language of arguing.
note: Mark fandom rise up! I love this funky sniper 🌸 I don't know how to write drunk people because I myself don't have much experience with alcohol, so apologies for errors.
It took Mark a minute to answer the door. You assumed one of two options; either he was just being lazy as he sometimes tended to do, or he had one of his 'friends' over. You almost shook your head disapprovingly at the very thought. Whether or not he had company, you were there to stay.
"Oh, it's you!" Mark flashed you a smile once he opened the door to his apartment. "How was it?"
You didn't say anything as you brushed past him and entered his familiar apartment. Mark watched you toss your coat to the ground in frustration and storm across the room.
"It sucked," you complained, flopping down onto his couch. "So many fuckin' sleazy old guys there- why the hell did you recommend the place?!"
Mark had really talked the bar up when you first had the conversation. Whilst complaining about the inability to successfully wade through the dating pool and come out the other side with a partner, Mark suggested a bar he frequented, but that you'd never been to. He said it was easy to make friends there. Well, in this case, special sexy friends. But even you had to admit that was better than nothing.
Unfortunately your experience was less than stellar. You weren't sure if you just went on a bad day or if you were simply unlucky, but as you'd hoped against you were accosted by a few drunkards who were less than polite in their invitations, insults and the like. You decided, after getting out of there in one piece, to take your frustration out on Mark. That's why you were there, having angrily made your way to his home to harass him there.
"Sorry, doll," Mark shrugged, "I guess it's 'cause I'm a regular. Next time I'll come with you."
"Nuh-uh. I'm not going back there." You insisted, shaking your head adamantly. "I'd literally rather stay here and drink with you."
"That's great to hear. You want some right now?" He offered, cocking his eyebrow. You knew that he was half-joking, but you were fed up and getting drunk with your best friend sounded pretty nice right about now.
"Sure." Mark clicked his tongue before rising to his feet and traipsing to the kitchen. Once he was there, he swung open a cupboard which emitted a shrill creak.
"Whatcha got in there?" You called out to him.
"Whiskey. And...more of it than I remembered." He answered, bluntly. You groaned loudly.
"Do you have anything less...blegh?"
"You're so hard to please, Y/N!" Mark complained. "You prefer the sweet stuff, right? I have cruisers."
"You don't drink those, do you? Why do you even have them?"
"In case you want a cruiser." He answered matter-of-factly, pulling out a small bottle of pink liquid. "I have a couple more if you need them, but this should suffice for now, hm?"
"...yeah, sure. Thanks, man." You lazily nodded before accepting the cruiser once he'd returned to you. He himself had gotten himself an entire bottle of whiskey, and you were pretty certain he'd be able to drink the whole thing in one sitting without breaking a sweat.
Mark sat down on the couch and wasted no time taking up as much of the available space as he could. You had long given up trying to shake him of his manspreading habit, so you eventually learned to get used to either sitting on top of Mark or resting your legs on him. He didn't seem to care when you did either of those things, though.
You took a sip of the watermelon vodka cruiser.
"It's room-temperature," you wrinkled your nose in disgust. In reality, the drink was fine despite the temperature, but you and Mark just loved to complain about anything whenever you had the chance.
"You're unbelievably high maintenance, babe. I could offer you the finest old wine aged in a wooden casket and you'd still find something wrong with it."
"The thing wrong with the wine is that you're giving it to me," you sighed, taking another sip. You two continued to exchange remarks as you drank together. After reaching your second cruiser (this one being lemon-lime and also room temperature), you began feeling a little cranky. Whether this was because your body temperature had risen somewhat, or because Mark was enabling your anger by exchanging gripes with you, you didn't know.
"I dunno how you do it, but I'm just done with dating. Everyone sucks and everyone's fake, and there's no point in trying." You told him eventually, your head lazily bowed.
"Awh, don't be like that. There's a good guy out there for 'ya, babe. You just have to be patient sometimes."
"I've been patient, I'm tired of being patient!" You whined, poking his arm. "I want someone now! I want someone to materialise right in front of me right now."
"...I don't think that's possible," Mark sighed, leaning back on the couch and turning his head towards you. "They gotta walk through the door first."
"...right...yeah, the door. Maybe if I just..." you turned to the door and sharpened your gaze. "If I manifest it, someone will appear at the door."
Mark watched you for a moment, before putting down his bottle and standing up. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him approach the door you were staring at, before he turned back to you with a smirk.
"Behold. You did it."
You chuckled. "Get back over here, dumbass." Mark obliged and threw himself back onto the couch. "You're an idiot."
"I'm your favourite idiot, baby." Mark drawled, smiling at you. "You know you love me."
"Agh. C'mere..." you reached out your arms towards him as he scooted closer towards you. Once he was sitting leg to leg with you, you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for a kiss.
You had actually kissed Mark before a couple times, either as a dare, a joke or because there were times when a makeout session with the only other person willing to do it was a lot cheaper than therapy. This was nothing new, but you hadn't been influenced by alcohol before. His lips, and his whole body felt warm.
Mark's arms wrapped around your waist as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. He tasted like alcohol and mint- it permeated through your mouth as both of your tongues met once again. You were both too out of it to consider what either of you were necessarily doing, until Mark squeezed your hand in his and you broke the kiss.
"No, Mark. I know you just wanna fuck me," you rolled your eyes, pushing him off you. "You're a good guy, but I want an actual boyfriend."
"And what makes you think I wouldn't be the best boyfriend?"
"'Cause you don't like me like that! And you're a horny piece of shit, too. You couldn't stay faithful to save your life." You waved your arm dismissively. Mark gasped.
"Absolutely none of that is true," he countered defensively. "I would be the best boyfriend you've ever had. You'd be lucky to have me."
"Yeah, right," you scoffed, before letting out a small cough. "Wait- hold on a second."
"What?"
"You just said nothing I said was true, but I said that you didn't like me," you straightened and placed your bottle down on the coffee table in front of the couch. "What's that all about, huh?"
Mark didn't say anything. He just cast his emerald eyes towards you blankly and took another sip of his whiskey. You tilted your head as you waited for him to reply, but he just stayed silent. Though the air was a little tense, you felt almost as if Mark found the whole ordeal amusing.
"Mark?"
"...yes, dear?"
"Stop! Do you actually like me or are you just fucking with me?" You stood up. "You'd better not be fucking with me or I'll actually kill you. Huck and Tom have NOTHING on me."
"Don't bring them into this! Okay, fine." He dramatically exhaled, then leaned forward. "I like you."
You weren't actually expecting him to relent so fast. Caught off guard, you blinked and placed your hand over your mouth.
"...what?!"
"Oh, so you demand that I admit that I like you and then when I do it's a bad thing? I see how it is." Mark leaned back again and folded his arms, crossing his legs sassily. You stared at him incredulously, before slowly taking a seat beside him once more.
"...you're being serious, right?"
"Yes! Aren't you?"
"If you liked me this whole time then why are you such a manwhore?!" You quizzed accusingly. "You're always out and about. If you liked me, why didn't you pursue me?"
"Because how the hell was I supposed to know you liked me back?" Mark retorted. "Y/N, baby, I don't know if you know this, but I'm not actually that receptive! I thought you weren't into me, so I decided I should try to get over it. But it hasn't worked, obviously!"
"Then why'd you keep trying?"
"Because I really wanted it to work!" Mark argued, before his eyebrows knitted together. "Wait. Why are we mad about this? Isn't this, like...a good thing?"
"...I guess, yeah," you muttered. "But if it weren't for you this could have happened way sooner."
"If it weren't for me?" His eyes widened. "Go ahead and blame me, why don't you?"
"Well it's your fault, you should have said something!"
"Why didn't you say anything?"
The two of you continued bickering for a couple minutes, hurling childish insults at one another. You were sure that somewhere in Mark's building you were disrupting somebody's evening, and they were probably thinking that you two sounded like an old married couple. Ironically, you were a freshly-formed couple, but that didn't negate the point.
You didn't argue for too long, stopping after you said something like "Fuck you!" and Mark replied something like "Fuck me yourself!" and you both paused for a minute, seemingly both equally surprised by the statement.
"...uh, well- we're both kinda drunk right now. And very emotionally volatile," Mark noted. "I can't, in good conscience, have sex with you right now."
"Oh, but when it comes to any old random you find in a bar it's all good?" You frowned. Mark irritably threw his hands up.
"It's different with you. When we bang I want it to be...I don't know, nice."
"A nice, elegant bang..." you laughed to yourself. "Good choice of words."
"Shut up. You know what I'm trying to say," Mark's cheeks were pink. He was still very much self-reassured, but somehow he also looked a little shy. You'd never seen Mark look anything less than confident before.
"Yeah, I'm just fucking with you," you said. "I appreciate it."
"...good. You should."
"Okay, screw you, then."
"Screw me?"
And there you two were, right back at it. Arguing like a freshly-formed couple.
wow. i really like writing confession oneshots huh? it should be known that when it comes to alcohol i don't know anything. i had to turn to my best friend for their expertise on drinks and so i'm giving them a creative credit here. also don't ask why i made mark like this. he's like a fifties gangster fuckboy for some reason but honestly i kinda love that for him.
contains..! smut. slight!groping, fingering, praise, needy!reader, making out, hickies, switching positions, drunk sex, creampies slight!possessive mark
AFAB Reader.
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"I hardly think this is fair, Mark. You're already half naked for fucks sake!"
All that resounded through your apartment was the amber-haired man's laughter. "C'mon don't be such a downer, doll! Look, I'll pick truth next time if it makes ya happy, kay?"
You let out a long, drawn-out sigh. Shaking your head in disbelief... still unsure how you got yourself in this situation. Your good buddy, Mark, came over for a drink. But one drink turned into two, and so on and so forth.
It was safe to say you were both way past tipsy at this point, and that's when Mark suggested his bright idea to play truth or dare. There was a slight catch; if you refused to answer a truth, or commit to a dare... you had to strip.
"Who said I would want you to pick truth? It would be more fun if you picked dare, Mark." You took another sip as the cheerful man laughed once more. He placed his hands behind his head as his chuckles died down. Mark tilted his head as a coy smirk spread across his features.
"Alright, alright! Whatever ya say, doll. Now, truth or dare?" Mark looked at you expectantly, leaning in a little bit closer to your frame. Causing a deep blush to spread across your features. Luckily it was hard to tell if you were flush from the alcohol or the close proximity.
"I guess... truth?" You mumbled. Taking another sip of your drink, preparing for the worst. Mark untangled his hands from behind his head. His hands now found purchase on the tops of your thighs. The sudden action caused you to jolt upward. Your eyes flickered up to his emerald ones; trying to gauge his next move.
"Hmm, truth ya say... well, in that case! Who's the hottest Guild member in, your opinion, doll?" Your eyes narrowed at his question. "That's it? I thought you were going to ask me something way worse. Hands down, Margret is the most attractive member in our organization."
His smirk grew a bit wider at your honesty. Mark's hands began to soothe over your thighs at an unhurried pace. Almost unnoticeable, and yet you picked up on his actions in an instant. "Okay, it's your turn. Truth or dare, Mark?" He leaned in even closer, your nose nearly brushing against his.
"Truth."
"Lame..."
"Yeah, yeah! Just ask ya question, doll." You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face at his own gleeful expression. You took another sip before you spoke up. "Okay, same question. Who do you find attractive in the Guild?"
"Talk about lame..."
"Oh, shut up!"
Mark averted his gaze for a moment. He shrugged his shoulders before he blurted out, "Pass." You quirked an eyebrow up at him in confusion. "I'm sorry, what?" He took his hands away from your thighs. Bringing them down to pull off his shirt. That already left very little to your and everyone else's imagination.
After Mark freed himself from the flimsy shirt, his hands found their home back atop your thighs. Only this time, resting them a little bit higher. "Kay, it's my turn again. Ya know the drill, doll." You could barely focus on his words. Your mind was too preoccupied with the feeling of his nimble digits tracing patterns into your inner thighs.
"Truth."
"Seriously?"
"Just ask the damn question, Mark!"
He chuckled at your remark. His breath fanned over your face from the close proximity before he leaned in impossibly closer. Your noses touching now, Mark's lips ghosting over yours. "Let's try this again... which Guild member would ya sleep with?"
Your cheeks deepened in color at his bold question. You were not expecting those words to spill from his lips at all. "Mark- what the fuck? Pass." You pulled back slowly, just enough to begin unbuttoning your own shirt. Mark watched you intently as you began to strip before him.
His hands tightened around your thighs. Traveling up even further than before. The feeling of Mark's hands gliding up your thighs caused heat to pool in your core. You shrugged your shirt off your shoulders before meeting Mark's gaze once more. Your bra was the only thing keeping your upper body from being fully exposed.
Mark's eyes lingered on your chest for a moment longer before his intense gaze met yours. His eyes were half-lidded at this point, dark and swirling with desire. "My turn, love. Truth. Go on, I already know whatcha goin' to ask." His demeanor was less buoyant. It was almost as though a flip was switched within him.
You only saw him get like this when things got serious on the job. But never when the two of you were alone together. To say this was a new adjustment was an understatement. "S-Same question... who would you... sleep with, from the Guild?" You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as you expectantly waited for Mark to speak up.
"Ya mean, who would I fuck? Well, that's a no-brainer... I would choose you, of course, love." You could feel yourself dripping between your thighs at this point. Mark's hands traveled higher under your skirt. His lithe fingers began tracing over the waistband of your panties tauntingly.
"Your turn, love."
"Dare."
"Atta girl."
Your lips were mere centimeters from touching, and his charming smirk was driving you wild. You were almost positive picking dare was a risky move. But curiosity got the better of you. "I dare you to kiss me," Mark whispered. His lips darted between your lips and your eyes, awaiting your next move.
Kiss... Mark? This couldn't be happening right now. You had to pinch yourself to make sure this wasn't a dream. You and Mark were friends, just friends. You two hit it off the second you first joined Guild. You noticed that he seemed to be excluded from the organization. The others found him to be bothersome more often than not. And so, you took a liking to him.
And seemingly, Mark took a liking to you as well. Sure, after some time passed your feelings for him became less platonic. But you never imagined he would reciprocate those feelings. Yet here you are, both half-naked on your living room floor. With Mark practically asking you to kiss him. This could just be the alcohol in him talking but-
Ah, fuck it.
In an instant, you tangled your arms around his neck. Pulling him in impossibly close as your lips met his. Mark wasted no time kissing you back. Swiping his tongue along your bottom lip. You gasped into the kiss at his bold actions, allowing his tongue to slip past your parted lips.
His hands began to pull at the waistband of your panties. He dragged them down your thighs slowly. Causing you to break away from the kiss. "Mark- wait." He stopped in his tracks. Worry swirled in his gut for a moment, before your words rang through him. Easing away all his doubts.
"I was too embarrassed to answer the question before, but... out of everyone in our organization, I would choose you too." A small smirk found its way to his features before he pressed further. "Choose me for what, doll? Ya have to be a little more specific!" He delivered a charming wink your way.
"Mark, please- I want to fuck you. There? Are you happy n-" Before you could finish your sentence... Mark was on you again. He wasted no time pulling your panties down the rest of the way. He ushered you to lay back against the cool hardwood floor mid-kiss. As his nimble digits found their way to your core.
You gasped into the kiss as his skilled fingers began rubbing quick circles into your puffy clit. You grasped at the ends of his amber hair as he continued to play with your pussy. "I need m-more...please!" You begged. Mark slipped his fingers down lower, experimentally plunging two fingers inside your needy cunt. They slipped in with ease, from how slick you were. "Atta girl, doll. You're so wet... this all f'me?"
You nodded fervently as you pressed your body closer to his. His thumb came up to rub over your bud as his fingers began plunging inside your wet heat. "Hah, Mark- feels so good, you're so good, baby." His cock twitched beneath his slacks at your praise. Only encouraging him to please you further.
Mark curled his fingers deep within you, hitting your sweet spot perfectly. You clenched around his fingers harshly as you pushed down against his deft digits that were buried deep inside you. Your frantic attempt at begging for more.
“Mark please, I need you inside me-!” You whimpered out against his lips. Looking deep into his emerald eyes with such desperation. Mark was completely mesmerized by you at this moment. He would do anything you asked of him. And how could he deny his doll when she asked for more in such a hopeless fashion?
“Fuck, doll. Ya look so precious, begging f'more like this.” Mark pulled away from you swiftly, tugging his pants and boxers down his thighs far enough to let his cock spring free. He was throbbing so much and he wasn’t even inside you yet. He had dreamt of being intimate with you like this for ages now. And hearing you whine and praise him like this… was nearly overwhelming.
Your gaze fixated on his pretty cock as your hands traveled down to your needy pussy. With your pointer and index finger, you spread yourself open for him. Your eyes trailing up the expanse of his figure. Taking in the sight of Mark nearly bare before you as you pleaded out, "Please, I can't wait any longer!"
All of his muscles tensed as he tried his hardest to hold back. Getting far too excited by your words and the sight of your pussy on full display. All for him. "Don't worry your pretty little head, doll. I'll make ya feel real good." He quipped out as he lined himself up at your entrance. He moved your fingers away from your pussy with his free hand, taking it in his own instead. Interlocking your fingers as he slowly buried himself deep inside you.
"Ah- Mark... so b-big..." You babbled out. Squeezing his hand with your own as Mark bottomed out. You could feel him twitching inside you wildly. His eyes were sealed shut as he grunted out, "You're so tight, doll. Squeezin' me just right like ya were made f'me." He delivered a swift shallow thrust, causing you both to whine in unison. This continued for a few moments more before Mark found his rhythm.
Mark buried his face in your neck. Leaving open-mouthed kisses and little lovebites. Ones for you to reminisce on tomorrow, he's sure. You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly as he continued to stir up your insides at a ruthless pace. You were clenching around him like a vise, causing Mark's eyes to roll back in pure ecstasy. "You're so good, doll. So fucking perfect, and all mine."
A sultry whine slipped past your lips from his words. Mark clouded your senses entirely. All you could focus on was him and him alone. But you didn't mind, not one bit. "Mark... I-I wanna be on top. Please let me make you feel good too!" You cried out. His head snapped up, eyes fixating on your own. He twitched intensely inside you at the look of desperation on your face.
Your need to please him lit a fire within him. Before you knew it, Mark was wrapping his arms around your waist. He sat upright, pulling you into his lap. While still fully sheathed inside you. You whined at the feeling of his dick throbbing deep within you from this position. He was dragging against your walls just right like this. "So good, baby. You feel so good."
You cooed out. Bringing your hands down to Mark's chest. Playfully tweaking his nipples as you began grinding yourself down in his lap. Rocking back and forth with his cock nestled perfectly inside you. "Hah... doll, I was just about to say the same thing..." He quipped out. Offering you a charming wink in the process. His hands found their way to your hips, aiding your movements.
Mark pulled you up by your hips. Just to slam you right back down mere moments later. All while you continued to grind yourself in his lap. "Need m-more, doll..." Mark huffed out. Staring down at you with half-lidded eyes as he began to lift his hips. He thrusted up into you in perfect harmony with the way he continued to slam you down against his lap. Reaching even deeper inside your drooling pussy.
You could hardly form words at this point. He was fucking up into you at an unrelenting pace. Skin slapping against skin reverberated around the room. As well as your desperate whines. Mark was mesmerized by your blissed-out form. Your eyes were squeezed shut, mouth hanging ajar as the most obscene moans slipped out. Your breasts bounced from within the confines of your bra with each harsh movement Mark made inside you. And your pussy was squeezing him just right.
"Atta girl... you're takin' me so good. M'gonna fill ya up, kay? Ya gonna let me cum inside, doll?" Mark grunted out. His pace slightly wavered. You could tell he wouldn't last much longer. But you weren't too far behind. You felt the coil within you begin to unravel with the way Mark continued to fuck up into you. "Yes baby, please, I'm so close... k-kiss me!" You pleaded. Bringing your hands back up to wrap around his neck.
Mark wasted no time slamming his lips against yours. His eyes rolled back into his head as his hips began to speed up. That was all it took for you to topple over the edge. You came around Mark's cock, pulsing and gushing all over his lap. The feeling of you cumming all over him, gripping him like a vise, was his last straw. He moaned into the kiss as his first ropes of cum shot deep inside you. His thrusts came to a halt a few moments later. Letting the last of his seed fill you up.
Mark was still twitching wildly inside of you. You could feel the mix of his and your release trickling out of your spent pussy. Slowly, you pulled away from the kiss. Resting your forehead against his as you both shared the same air. "Mark... that was..." You trailed off. Slowly opening your eyes to gaze up into his emerald ones. He let out a deep chuckle, his hands trailing up your sides. Tracing patterns into your hips in the process.
"I know, doll... I know. I've been dreamin' of this moment for a long while now. If I'm being frank. Who woulda thought a little game of truth or dare would lead us... here!" He gestured down to where you were both still connected. Your face flushed immediately at his insinuation, sobering you up completely. You averted your gaze, scoring your bottom lip with your teeth.
As your eyes met his once more you took in a sharp breath. Swallowing your pride in the process. "What if I said... I've been thinking about doing... this, with you, for a long time now too..." You whispered; so faintly, it was barely audible. But Mark heard you, loud and clear. A rosy blush spread along his cheeks, the alcohol fully wearing off for him now too.
"Ah... w-well that's real good to know, doll. What do ya say we... do this more often, yeah?" A coy smile spread across his face as he awaited your response. His warm hands still soothing over your sides. A smile of your own spread across your features. You nodded wordlessly, pulling him in for a deep kiss. A silent confirmation, so to speak. But Mark got the message, nonetheless.
How long bsd men would last in nnn
Characters: Dazai, Chuuya, Kunikida, Ranpo, Fukuzawa, Fyodor, Nikolai, Tachihara, Jono, Tetcho
My works: enjoy
Bye now - Mars ♡
Dazai Osamu
Depends on what mood he is
If he's in a depressive slump yes, he could last all month
Otherwise he'd fail on the first day
Whiny and needy
Teases you endlessly
The type of boyfriend to whisper filth into your ear at work and go about his day knowing he's effectively riled you up
So smug about it, would never admit defeat
Plays evil
Like I’m talking he teases you so much that you’re the one begging him to end the challenge
“Well if my sweet belladonna is asking so nicely how can I say no?”
Bastard
Can see him lasting 2 days honestly
Sex feels great okay and as someone who is also depressed, sex can be used as a vice
Do I think osamu does this?
Yes sometimes
Not saying he ONLY has sex with you because he chases that temporary dopamine
But he is a fiend and he wants to have sex alot
Chuuya Nakahara
"Baby, I already don't get to spend as much time as I'd like to spend, why would I do this?"
Not a fan of this
Knows what NNN is, only because of dazai
Tells you he would rather not do this
If you insist he would attempt to just to please you
However if he goes away for a mission and comes back, the challenge is long forgotten
I'm talking the minute he's through the door he's on you, hands gripping your love handles and face buried into the crook of your neck
Lifting you and taking you to the bed
He misses his woman okay?!
That's not a crime
Kunikida Doppo
He views it as childish
Shuts it down when you bring it up
I could only see him participating in this if you baited him by comparing him to dazai
"I bet your charming coworker would indulge his girl if she asked"
"Tsk" agrees, is snappy about it
Not getting to come makes him more snappy
Rip dazai
Lasts about a week
After an extra stressful day at the agency he comes home and all he wants to do is release his frustrations on you
And he does just that
Spanks you as punishment
Ranpo Edogawa
"Oh? I see, okay. This is a great way to show that the greatest detective in the world has impeccable self control. Even around you, siren"
However he uses the "This challenge said I can't come, it never said you couldn't” excuse
Still eats you out daily, not even his candy is sweeter than that pussy
I can see him lasting the entire month
But he caves when you beg especially desperate for him, his cock
It was just like every other day, he came home, sunk to his knees and spread your thighs, devouring your pussy
Traces your folds with the lollipop he was nursing prior, then sucking the sweetness off you
By the end of it you were whiny and needy and you begged and begged for his cock
And how could he deny his beautiful girlfriend what she wanted when she begged so beautifully with those teary eyes
Lasts three weeks
Fukuzawa Yukichi
"Aren't we too old for this?"
Agrees just to please you, he's more amused at this
I can see him lasting the entire month
But if you tease him, he's caving so fast
Show up to the agency with just lingerie under your coat
"I brought you lunch, it's still warm" you say as you set the lunchbox on his table
"Thank you, my love"
You take off your coat as you'd normally do, smiling to yourself. You hear your husband groan softly
"This is...dangerous" and he's pulling you onto his lap
Just hope ranpo or osamu isn't in office cause your rendezvous is getting aired out
Fyodor Dostoevsky
You bring it up one evening when you both are having tea together
"I've been celibate for a very long time before you, what's one month, hmm?"
Bettt
You take his statement as a challenge
Teasing and tempting him every chance you get
Let me just say he puts the punishment in crime and punishment
If you continue being a brat and teasing him, pressing up against him as you hug him, bending over to pick up something whilst you strut around with no panties on? He's turning that ass reddd
Lasts the entire month
Denies you all of December
Takes you on the 31st of December
Ties you up and makes you suck his cock into the new years
Nikolai Gogol
Oh boyyy
Another sex fiend I feel like
You bring it up
This is a game, he loves games!
Cues energetic spin and giggling
He teases you, dear god
This man is the type to hug you from behind, pressing his hard cock into your ass
Fondled your breasts when you two cuddle
Makes it his mission to make you so needy that you plead and beg for him to just fuck you
And you do
Lasts a week
Tachihara Michizo
You have to bring it up
He indulge you because he loves you aww
A menace unfortunately
Will be smug and cocky about this
Claims it's like a breeze for him
Fails on the fourth day
You’re doing laundry when he gets home
He drops to his knees and buries his face into your ass, pleading
“I can’t anymore, I need you right nowww”
You cave, he loses
Win-win
Jono Saigiku
He lasts all month
He does have his moments of weakness but he pulls through to spite you
He loves seeing his woman suffer
It just gets him okayyy
Makes you BEGGGGG for him
Tell him how badly you need him to touch you, how badly you need to feel him
Whisper it into his ear and watch him break slowly
Tetcho Suehiro
Doesn’t know what nnn is
Explain it to this poor baby
Up for the challenge
Fails the first week
He simply needs you, especially on the weekends
Wanna start his saturday morning with a cuddlefuck
Constantly working out doesn’t help with his dilemma
In this post: ✨Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Doppo Kunikida, Atsushi Nakajima, Yukichi Fukuzawa, Edogawa Ranpo, Fyodor Dostoyevsky✨
Synopsis; Various scenarios where the BSD men have to carry you in their arms.
Guys should I double space or single space my paragraphs? Let me know…Bro this turned out to be a BEAST! Please requests are open!! Request for bsd or any other character!
Edogawa Ranpo
You had been walking home with your boyfriend, strolling peacefully as the dying sun elongated your shadows on the empty pavement. Your hand rested in Ranpo’s right hand, his left hand holding a lollipop he was happily licking.
Your eyes were staring at your feet, but your mind was elsewhere, thinking back to day you had spent in the office, more precisely Kenji’s small cousins coming to visit him from the countryside. The very unplanned visit had obviously caused chaos in the already disorganized life the Armed Detective Agency lived (Kunikida had almost died on the spot), but soon everyone started having fun. One precise moment had remained etched to your brain, recalling memories of your childhood you yourself had forgotten: Dazai carrying the little children on his back, twirling them around as they laughed.
The last time you had been carried in someone’s arms was so long ago the memory was fuzzy, and almost non-existent in your brain. Slowly, you wondered if your genius boyfriend would maybe comply to your very childish wish. The words bubbled in your chest, quickly pressing against your lips. You tried to calm down your beating heart, slightly embarrassed, but before you could even utter the first syllable, Ranpo turned to look at you, his eyes glittering in the sunset.
“I’ll do it just because it’s you.”
“H-how did you know what I wanted to ask?” Your boyfriend’s mind never ceased to amaze you.
“I was watching you today at the agency, and I immediately knew what you were thinking when you looked at Dazai.” Your cheeks became an even darker shade of red, and you nibbled on your lip, feeling embarrassment running all over your body.
Ranpo cleared his throat, and you glanced back at him, finding him kneeling in front of you, his lollipop hanging lazily from his lips. Your heart skipped a beat, and a happy giggle flew out of your mouth before you climbed on your boyfriend’s back. He quickly adjusted his hands to hold you more comfortably. “Hold on tight.” He called to you, before standing up.
You gasped, throwing your arms around his neck, and nuzzling your lips against his neck. “Ah, (Y/N)! That tickles!” He whined, making you laugh even more.
Ranpo started walking again, heading towards your home. You were on cloud nine, happily expressing your joy by kissing every inch of Ranpo’s skin that you could reach. “I love you, I love you!” You kept repeating, an idiotic smile practically glued to your lips.
“The things I do for you!” He exclaimed, faking annoyance, even through his heart beamed with joy, knowing he was the one who had made you smile so brightly you were rivaling the sun.
Ryunosuke Akutagawa
You had been lying down on the couch in Akutagwa’s office for the past hour, patiently waiting for him to finish working on some paperwork that had to be absolutely handed in by the end of the day. You had first come in as you two had planned to walk home, but your boyfriend had quickly explained the situation. Working in the same organization, you understood, and simply pressed a kiss to his pale skin before settling down comfortably, and waiting for him to be done.
As time sluggishly went on, the cozy warmth in Akutagwa’s office and his delicate cologne that permeated everything around you, slowly started to make you drowsy. The constant scratching of his pen against the paper did not help either, and you were soon slipping in and out of consciousness.
Akutagawa finished the last report he had to write, exhaling quietly, a little bit of tension easing from his shoulders. He slipped the lid on his pen, ordering the pages on his desk, knowing his assistant would deliver them as soon as you two would leave. Akutagawa stood up, stretching his back. “(Y/N), I’m done, let’s go…” His words trailed off when he turned to face you, finding you to be adorably sleeping on his couch.
The sight almost melted his heart, before he sadly realized he had to wake you up, even though he knew you had had trouble sleeping last night. He sincerely did not want to wake you up, desiring you to get the sleep you so needed. Akutagawa brainstormed for a few moments, thinking how to solve the issue, before an idea stepped forward: quietly, and delicately, Akutagawa commended Rashomon to slither towards you, picking you up with the most care in the world to not wake you. The dark coils carried you to your boyfriend’s back, placing you vertically against him, so your chest was pressing against his back. The black tendrils wrapped around your torso, safely locking you to Alutagwa’s back, making you become an almost human backpack. Your boyfriend reached to place your limp arms around his neck, and commanded Rashomon to hold your legs against him, so they wouldn’t accidentally drag on the floor and hurt you. And finally, one more coil gently supported your neck, your cheek now pressing against Akutagawa’s shoulder.
He made sure that you were soundly asleep before he walked out of the office, non caring of the other Port Mafia members who glanced at you two, clearly confused. The only unfazed one seemed to be Chuuya, but what could surprise him after years of living with Dazai?
The whole way home, Akutagawa made sure you were always sound asleep and comfortable, timidly holding your hand when he was sure he was very very very far away from the Port Mafia headquarters. When you two were in the elevator in your apartment complex, Akutagawa looked at you through the reflection, feeling his heart flutter when he realized you had started drooling in your sleep. You were truly the most beautiful women in the world.
He quietly shut the door of your apartment. Akutagawa gently laid you down on your bed, making sure you weren’t about to fall off the edge of the bed, before he finally allowed Rashomon to retreat. Just as he turned around to go grab his phone, he felt your warm hand on his wrist. He turned around, seeing you sleepily look at him, your eyes caked in sleep and barely remembered dreams.
“Come lay in bed?” You asked sluggishly.
Akutagawa could not resist. He quickly climbed bed next to you, welcoming you in his embrace, watching as you used his chest as a pillow. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, suddenly wincing. Before Akutagawa could ask what was wrong, you mumbled, “There’s a wet spot on your back,”
Akutagawa could not help the small smile on his face, kissing your forehead. “I know. Don’t worry about it.” You complied, quickly slipping back into slumber, and Akutagawa soon followed, closing his eyes.
Osamu Dazai
You had spent the whole day walking around Yokohama with Dazai, holding his hand tightly, eating whatever your hearts desired. Your last wish for the day was to go on the Ferris wheel, offering a night view of the twinkling city, making it resemble a field of fallen stars.
The both of you were at the very top of the Ferris Wheel; you were admiring the view, and Dazai had his head resting on your shoulder, observing the view of the city as well. His dark curls tickled your shoulders. “Did you have fun today, belladonna?” Dazai asked quietly, not wanting to destroy the magic of the moment.
“I had the best time of the my life. The only thing that put a blemish on today’s perfection was this skirt.” You pointed to the short skirt you had decided to wear that today.
Dazai glanced down after hearing your words, perplexedly staring at the article of clothing he had quite enjoyed on you: the skirt was beautiful on you, accentuating your gorgeous body. “Why was it a bad choice?” He asked, playing with the hem of it.
“Well, not the skirt in itself, but I usually wear some biker shorts underneath, because my thighs rub against each other and it hurts like a bitch! And I forgot them today!” You quickly hitched it up to show Dazai the reddened skin between your thighs. “And today’s heat did not help. Every step is an agony.” You admitted, hastily shoving your skirt down when you realized the ride was coming to an end.
Dazai chivalrously helped you out of the Ferris wheel, holding onto your arm. He noticed how you subtly tried to waddle instead of walking, not wanting your thighs to brush together again. “Bella, seeing you in such a dramatic situation makes your poor boyfriend’s heart bleed!” He dramatically stated, over exaggerating every word.
You chuckled. “I, your valiant boyfriend will sacrifice my knees for you.” He called, quickly kneeling in front of you.
“Are you sure, Dazai? I don’t want to hurt you…”
“My dear, you could never hurt me.” Dazai smiled at you, looking over his shoulder. You blushed, finally deciding that you could not walk anymore, and you gratefully climbed on his back, pressing a kiss to his head and whispering a soft, “Thank you.”
Dazai adjusted his hands to hold you comfortably and started walking home. “Am I not a gentleman, (Y/N)?” Dazai asked, turning to look at you and wiggle his eyebrows.
“Well, I am not so sure.” You laughed.
“Oh! You doubt my honor? For what reason, my lady?” Dazai whined.
“Well, I don’t think a gentleman would use this opportunity to touch my ass.” Dazai’s hands had been initially supporting your thighs, but his elegant fingers had soon slid further back, deciding to hold your butt, and you were sure that had not been just to carry you better.
Dazai tsked loudly. “T’is simply the fare to pay for this unique transport system.” You laughed, letting your head rest against his broad shoulders.
The rest of the walk home was peacefully, the two of you talking about random subjects. When you got home, Dazai gently rested you on the bed. “Do you want me to apply cream on the irritated skin?” He asked, starting to unbutton his shirt.
“Yes, please.”
Dazai quickly grabbed some Aloe Vera gel from the bathroom, coming back to the bedroom. You had removed your skirt, and were now lying in bed in just one of Dazai’s old shirts and your underwear.
Dazai knelt in front of your legs, quickly and efficiently applying the cream to all the irritated areas. After finishing, you pressed a kiss to his lips to thank him.
“Hey, (Y/N),”
“Yes?”
“Since you can’t close your leg until the cream has dried, can I eat you out?”
“Dazai!” You screamed, throwing a pillow at him. Your boyfriend ducked just in time.
“Hey! It’s not my fault! You’re lying there with your legs spread so enticingly!”
You threw all the pillows you had on the bed at Dazai’s head, and yet, somehow, he managed to have his way, keeping your legs spread way long after the cream had dried.
Doppo Kunikida
The day had been spent with the rest of the Armed Detective Agency at the beach, splashing in the water, running around and chasing each other in the water. You had built a sandcastle with Atushsi and Kyouka, sun-bathed with Dazai, and had taken strolls along the shoreline with your boyfriend, Kunikida.
You were currently helping Kenji and Rampo make another sandcastle, while Kunikida held a book in his hand, sitting in the shade. He wasn’t reading the book, too focused on watching you laugh and giggle, the story in front of him long forgotten. The sun was slowly descending, disappearing behind the thin line of the horizon.
Slowly, every member of the Agency had retreated to their rooms, and now only the four of you remained, wanting to enjoy every moment left in the dying day.
Kunikida glanced down at his watch, stretching his neck, and thinking maybe it was time to head home, leaving the day at the beach to became a memory. “(Y/N)!” He called, waving his arm to catch your attention. You turned around, smiling. Kunikida gestured to his watch, and you threw a thumbs up in his direction, quickly waving goodbye to Kenji and Rampo, before sauntering over to your boyfriend. You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, before you started helping him pack your towels and the various books the two of you had brought to the beach.
Holding one bag each, you started the walk back to the hotel, feeling the warmth of the cement underneath your flip-flops. “Today was so fun!” You squealed, sliding your hand in Kunikida’s.
“It sure was.” He answered back, threading your fingers together.
“I think my favorite part was when Dazai managed to convince the president to lie down in the sand and then made him a mermaid tail with the sand!” You giggled, also recalling Kunikida’s exasperated expression when he had caught Rampo trying to eat a snack that had fallen in the sand.
Kunikida chuckled. “It was a fun day today. We should take more holidays together.” He thought, already starting to meticulously plan the next one in his head.
You nodded, a sudden wave of exhaustion scaling your back and implanting its fangs in your head. Kunikida started mentioning other destinations that would be fun to visit, but your throat suddenly felt parched and your head boiling. You didn’t hear his words, the world starting to melt into confusing figures around you. Suddenly, the ground seemed to have been yanked away from you.
You managed to whimper Kunikida’s name before your legs gave up and you tumbled to the ground. Kunikida turned around, his smile evaporating when he realized your eyes had rolled to the back of your head and you were fainting. The bag he was carrying toppled to the ground and he dove to catch you, holding you in his arms.
“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” He asked, fear gripping his insides.
“Don’t worry, Kunikida. I think it’s just heatstroke. I did run around underneath the blazing sun for most of the day.” You chuckled dryly, trying to not worry your perpetually panicking boyfriend.
Your words did little to help Kunikida, who started digging through the bag closest to him, trying to find a water bottle he knew was there, his mind already flooding with self-deprecating thoughts because he had not thought about making sure you wouldn’t catch heatstroke.
Knowing your boyfriend, you could read his thoughts reflected in his gorgeous eyes, and gently squeezed his hand. Kunikida turned to look at you, water bottle in hand. “My darling over-thinker, it’s fine. This is not your fault.”
Kunikda gulped, nodding curtly, before opening the bottle and helping you drink half of it, pouring the rest on your head to help you cool down.
You waited a few more moments, resting in Kunikida’s lap before nodding. “Okay, I’m fine. Let’s keep going.” You tried to stand up, but before you had even managed to place one foot perpendicular to the ground, Kunikida had wrapped one arm around your back, and the other underneath your knees, lifting you up in his arms. You gasped, holding onto his neck.
“Kunikida! What are you doing?” You asked, as you watched him start walking.
“I am not making you walk when you are in these conditions.” He said, not wanting you to get even more tired. Seeing you collapse had already made him lose thirty years of his life; he didn’t need a repeat.
“But Kunikida, darling, I’m fine! I’m not that sick! And I’m too heavy for you!” You rambled, trying to get down. Your wiggling only made Kunikida hold onto you more tightly. The moment you uttered the last sentence, Kunikida stared at you, clearly waiting for you to take back what you had just said.
You pouted, realizing you could not win this fight. You rested your head on his shoulder, letting him take care of you.
The minute you got back to the hotel, Kunikida laid you down on the bed, raiding the mini fridge for ice, and gently placing it on your wrists and ankles. Only when you were lying in bed, slowly gaining back the sparkle in your eyes did Kunikida feel his heart stop beating a thousand times a minute, and let himself collapse on the bed.
Let’s just say, for the rest of the holiday, you were basically dragged back into the shade by Kunikida every 30 minutes.
Yukichi Fukuzawa
The evening was finally over; you had spent the whole night at a charity event held by the most powerful people in all of Yokohama. Your boyfriend, being Fukuzawa, the president of the Armed Detective Agency, had to attend, and to make his evening a little bit more bearable, he had asked you to accompany him.
The night had been relatively fun, talking to various people and enjoying some expensive champagne. The only tense moment was when the two of you had stumbled on Mori, who for some reason, was there as well. Luckily, no fight erupted between the two men; they curtly nodded at one another and then moved on with their own affairs.
The best part of the evening, for you, had been when they had played some slow, romantic music, and invented everyone to dance with their partners. You had enjoyed swaying in Fukuzawa’s arms, getting lost in his eyes. But you were paying the price now, your feet aching at every step in your stiletto heels. Every step feeling like shards of glass stabbed your already aching skin.
You and Fukuzawa were heading home, but every step was torture, a grimace carving itself in your face. “My dear, what is wrong?” Fukuzawa asked, his deep voice momentarily distracting you from the pain.
You glanced at him, your heart fluttering when your eyes caught his handsome face glimmering in the moonlight. You nodded down to your feet, lifting your dress’ skirt slightly to reveal your two personal torture machines. “My heels: they’re killing me.”
“Would you like to take them off?” Fukuzawa asked, glancing down at your black heels. He had never worn any type of heeled-shoe, but could imagine what they felt like.
“I wish, but I can’t walk home barefoot.”
“I’ll carry you.”
“What? No, Yukichi, I can’t let you carry me! Our house is far.”
“(Y/N), every step you have been taking these last few minutes makes you visibly wince in pain. I cannot let the woman I love suffer so.”
Your heart fluttered in your chest, and couldn’t help but thank whichever divinity had gifted you this man. Using his shoulder for your balance, you slipped off your high heels, immediately becoming way shorter. You grimaced in pain when you noticed the shoes had managed to create various blisters on your feet. Your right foot had been more unlucky, raw skin visible in the silver light, and even a few trickles of blood.
Fukuzawa gently kneeled down in front of you, inspecting your feet. You saw concern paint his eyes, and his lips pressed a soft kiss to both your ankles. “You should have told me sooner,” he scolded gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
You nodded shyly, knowing he was right. You bent down to retrieve your heels, holding them with the tip of your fingers.
As soon as you straightened your back, you suddenly felt Fukuzawa’s warm hands hold you, before you were hoisted into his arms, suddenly finding yourself to be almost kissing your boyfriend’s lips. You blinked, using your free hand to grasp his shoulder. “I thought you would carry me on your back,” you admitted, not complaining that Fukuzawa had decided to carry you in his arms instead. You could feel his warm, and solid chest against your body, making you feel safe and cared for.
“I already get to see you so little, I would like to spend the rest of the night with your beautiful face in my line of sight.” Fukuzawa said, glancing at you warmly. You leaned forward, pressing a fervent kiss to his lips, knowing that Fukuzawa wasn’t always the biggest fan of PDA. But this one time, your silver-haired partner, kissed you back, mirroring your passion, the moon’s inconsistent light shielding you from any unwanted attention.
You pulled back from the kiss, leaning against his shoulders, getting lulled by his rhythmic breath.
When the two of you got home, Fukuzawa immediately tended to your feet, disinfecting the wounds, and wrapping them with bandages, before the two of you cuddled underneath the blankets to fall asleep.
The next day, Fukuzawa seemed to hover around your desk more than usual, making sure you could walk without problem and did not need to be carried. You told him not to worry.
At the end of the day, Kunikida looked outside the window of the Armed Detective Agency, and quickly looked away, seeing his president pressing a soft kiss to your lips before whisking you into his arms.
Nakahara Chuuya
Chuuya downed the remaining champagne in his glass, chuckling alongside with Koyo. The Port Mafia Christmas party was in full swing around the two of them. The buffet had been adequately raided, and Chuuya noticed quite a few people drunkenly wobbling around. Higuchi was heavily leaning on Akutagawa in the left corner of the room. He knew that you were somewhere around the room, having fun with your friends. Chuuya had only spent a few moments with you, pressing a kiss to your hand before leaving you: being an executive, he terrified the rest of your friends who were of a greatly inferior in rank. To let them enjoy their evening, he had stepped aside.
Koyo poured some more champagne in his glass, the melted, golden liquid sloshing around the delicate glass. “This champagne is real good,” Chuuya chirped happily, suddenly feeling a tap on his sleeve and turning around. Tachihara was standing in front of him, arms crossed around his chest.
“(Y/N) needs you.” He pointed his finger behind him, gesturing to your current location. “She’s shit-faced drunk and is just calling your name.” After having done his job, Tachihara walked away, joining Akutagawa.
Chuuya sighed, setting down his glass. The remaining champagne called to him, but he had to go. “Sorry, Koyo. Boyfriend duty calls.” He waved goodbye to his companion, start to head in between the crowd to find you.
As soon as people noticed that it was Chuuya, one of the most powerful executives, they quickly moved away, letting him through. But alcohol had rendered their reaction time significantly lower, and Chuuya still struggled.
“If we get attacked now, we’re fucked.” He grunted, after he had managed to push past a huddle of people who had formed a dance line and had somehow managed to run into itself, creating chaos. Chuuya adjusted his hat, scanning the purple couches that had been set around the room for the party: you had been there, the last time he saw you.
Your twinkling, beautiful laugh reached his ears over the cacophony in the room, like a siren song luring him. He followed the sound he loved so much, and finally reached you. You and your friends were sitting where he had left you. Your table was littered with empty bottles of various alcoholics, some of them open, and languidly dripping on the tabletop. Most of your friends were snoring, passed out, but a few them resisted stoically, dancing, or more wobbling clumsily, to the music. You were sitting on the couch, your cheeks red with alcohol, your hair beautifully disheveled, and singing along to the song with slurred words.
Chuuya stepped closer to you, gently placing his hand on yours. “Princess, I heard you were looking for me.” You turned around, hearing your boyfriend’s voice.
“Chuuya!” You called, your happy voice almost reaching a supersonic level. Without warning, you hooked your finger in his belt, dragging him down to the couch with you. Chuuya had only the time to blink before you climbed in his lap, straddling him. “I missed…*hic*…I missed you!” You giggled, poking his cheek continuously.
“How much have you had to drink, sweetheart?” Chuuya asked, adjusting your skirt so nothing would be revealed to anyone in the room around you.
“I don’t know!” You smiled lopsidedly at him, suddenly feeling sleepy now that your boyfriend was here. You almost fell backwards, Chuuya bringing you back against him in time.
“Okay. That’s it. We’re going home.” Chuuya decided, knowing that tomorrow’s hangover would shatter all plans he had to go ice skating with you.
You were so tired, and the room was spinning so rapidly around you that you nodded, wanting to go home. But you still had one more playful spark inside your chest. “But you have to carry me!” You whined, gripping your boyfriend tightly.
Chuuya caressed your clothed back, sighing. You were adorably cute when you were drunk. The feared port mafia executive was putty in your hands, and he adored every moment of it. Using his ability, Chuuya made you lighter in his arms, starting to walk with you clung onto him like a drunk, but beautiful koala. You giggled happily, inhaling your boyfriend’s musky cologne, and feeling lulled to sleep by his rhythmic walking. Your fingers traced heart shapes on his vest, humming a nonsensical song you were making up on the spot.
The sleepy silence of the deserted street was suddenly broken by a loud laugh that escaped you, scaring Chuuya. “What’s so funny, doll?” He asked, his heartbeat slowly calming down.
“I just realized that I love you to the moon and back!” You singsonged, smushing Chuuya’s cheeks together. Your boyfriend stared back at you, nothing but love glimmering in his eyes.
“I wuv y’too.” He managed to mumble through his squished cheeks, his heart almost on fire with joy. A gorgeous smile decorated your face, and you looked as gorgeous as an antique painting, before you suddenly collapsed against his chest, snoring loudly.
“Doll? What? You can’t just declare your love for me and then start sleeping!” Chuuya called, trying to shake your arm. But you had said what you needed to say, and was now happily in dreamland, sleeping peacefully in your boyfriend’s arms.
Chuuya realized waking you was impossible, and decided to press a kiss to your forehead, instead. He pulled you closer in his arms, enjoying the stroll through the moonlit Yokohama with his drunk koala safely in his arms.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
You had been lying in bed for a few days now. Your throat ached, as if someone had sandpapered it, and your nose had become red from all the tissues you had used. Your body temperature was acting weird, swinging from absolute boiling to absolute freezing. Right now you were freezing, gripping the duvet around you with your trembling fingers.
Your boyfriend, Fyodor, had been staying away from you to avoid getting sick, his anemia not providing a strong enough shield for him to be there. He did come in the room a few times, wearing a mask, but bringing you food and water, and caressing your forehead.
Your teeth were chattering from how cold you felt, and with a sudden whine, you realized that the heater had accidentally gone off in your room, rendering it even more freezing. You tried to convince yourself that you could get out of bed and walk the few steps to the heater. With an inhumane effort you, you dragged yourself up to a sitting position, immediately falling into a brutal couching fit.
When you opened your watery eyes, you noticed Fyodor was sitting on the edge of the bed. You immediately covered your mouth. “Fyodor, what are you doing here?” You asked, your voice broken.
“I could hear you coughing from the other room, milaya.” He called, a cold finger caressing your cheek. You averted your gaze, feeling embarrassed that you were being a burden to your permanently busy boyfriend.
Fyodor quickly read what you were thinking in your body gestures, and decided that actions would cure your scared heart more than his words. He slowly approached you, lifting a chin and pressing a kiss to your nose. Your already flushed cheeks became even redder. Fyodor then slowly cradled you into his arms, feeling your quivers shake his body as well. He grabbed the duvet, and threw it over your body, making sure you were safely encapsulated in its warmth, before picking you up.
“No, Fyodor, I don’t want to tire you out and then make you sick,” You protested meekly, weakly trying to push yourself away from his body.
“You’re freezing, milaya.” Fyodor stated, pulling you closer to himself. He expertly avoided your question, not wanting to admit that hearing you sick, and alone, in the other room had slowly destroyed his heart. The shards had slowly blossomed into the realization that he would not mind getting sick, if he could just hold you against himself while working. But he would never admit it.
You were too weak to try and convince him, happily giving up and allowing yourself to rest in your lover’s embrace as he sat back down in his office chairs, returning to work. You adjusted yourself, trying to get comfortable, accidentally uncovering your feet. Fyodor immediately tucked you back in, not wanting you to feel an inch of the cold air on your skin.
It wasn’t rare that you slept in Fyodor’s arms while he worked, his scent lulling you into a deep slumber. Your blocked nose was preventing you from smelling anything, and you shifted around his lap helplessly.
Fyodor blocked your movements. You stared up at him, slightly afraid that he would kick you out for disturbing him. Instead, Fyodor gently pulled you against himself, making sure you were comfortable, but starting to hum a quiet, Russian lullaby.
You instantly calmed down, your eyelids becoming heavier. Your body felt at peace, the shivers no longer wrecking your body. Right before sleep dragged you under the surface, you slipped your hand in Fyodor’s and pulled it close to your chest. You snuggled against his chest, starting to snore adorably.
Fyodor could not help but gaze lovingly at you, singing the Russian lullaby till he was sure you wouldn’t wake. And only then, did he lean down and kiss your lips, murmuring a quiet, “I love you,” to your ear.
Nakajima Atsushi
Your weretiger boyfriend had thrown himself down the Armed Detective Agnecy stairs when Kunikida had told him you were coming back from a mission and had severely twisted your ankle. He was now anxiously pacing in front of the building, waiting for you.
When your taxi stopped in front of him, Atsushi almost ripped the car door off, worry sinking its claws in him. You smiled weakly at him, clearly very much in pain. “Hey darling,” you called, trying to calm Atsushi down, because he was clearly on the verge of a mental breakdown: his eyes were wide, his chest heaving, and he immediately ducked down to wrap you in his strong arms, irrationally fearing you might die from a twisted ankle.
You held him close to you, whispering that you were fine, and nothing was going to happen to you. When Atsushi’s heartbeat had steadied enough for him to not crumble on the ground crying, you pulled away from him, anchoring your left hand to the car door to slowly, and carefully slip out.
You put one foot down on the ground before Atsushi intervened. He would not let you walk on your foot, for no reason at all. He leaned down, and easily picked you up in his arms, his fingers digging into your skin, as if he were afraid you would slip out of his hold and hurt yourself even more.
As Atsushi carried you, you dragged your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp to further relax the panic that was tainting his gaze. The ironclad grip he had on you slowly loosened once he was in the elevator. “My knight in shining armor,” you giggled, caressing his chin.
“My love, please, please be careful from now on,” He whispered, looking at you with eyes that almost made you start crying. You nodded, pressing your forehead against his. And in the moment of peace, neither of you noticed the elevator door opening, signaling you had arrived to your destination.
You did, however, hear Kunikida shouting his head off because Dazai had accidentally poured coffee on his notebook. You and Atsushi giggled quietly, sharing one more chaste kiss before entering the chaos that was your office.
You should do how the bsd boys react to coming home and seeing you surprise them with a sudden home date, like.. they had a hoorrrrible day and they come home to see the place clean and decorated and the table set for a romantic dinner
SURPRISE ! .✦ ݁˖
ft. osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, ryunosuke akutagawa & tecchou suehiro.
dazai can heavily exaggerate the amount of work he receives on the daily, saying that kunikida’s always loading him up with work, even though it’s only a report he has to write. which takes no longer than ten minutes.
and when he gets home to you, he’ll be complaining your ear off with the amount of work he had to do that day, and he always blows said amount, very out of proportion.
so for this one time only, since he works so ‘hard’, you’ll give him a surprise when he comes home. you haven’t been on a date in a while, so that fits too.
a romantic candle lit dinner, with rose petals scattered over the table and the napkins folded into hearts.
you’ll make something fancy with crab, since he loves that stuff, and buy an expensive bottle of sake.
he’ll definitely call you cheesy, and tease you on end about it.
but it’s worth it. even if his constant teasing can get extremely irritating if he goes on for too long.
so when he came home after his workday to the lights dimmed, table made in a way only the fanciest restaurants do it, and with you cooking in the kitchen. the first thing that comes out of his mouth, is nothing you didn’t expect.
‘ah, my dearest! is this all for me?’ he kicks his shoes off and pads over to you, and snakes his arms around your waist. even when you’re clearly busy with cooking.
‘it’s actually for my other boyfriend, leave before he sees you.’ you feel him slump against you, and he whines loudly. ‘don’t tease me like that, i had a suuuppperrr hard day.’ you can’t see him, but you hear the pout in his tone.
‘i’m being serious, go sit down at the table. dinner’s almost done.’ he begrudgingly goes to the table, he’d much rather be hugging you. but your orders are absolute, and he can’t take the torture of a kissing ban again, if he argues back.
he notices how much work you put into it all, and he can’t help but admire you for it.
𑣲 chuuya nakahara
chuuya’s workdays are often very long, and can be very stressful.
so he’s always glad when he finally gets to go home, to you.
he’s often too tired to do anything once he’s home, usually he’ll flop on the couch and not move for the next hour.
and dinner’s usually light and something quickly prepared. he wants you in his arms as fast as possible after such a day.
but it’s been a while since you’ve spent some good time together, and dates usually consist of dinners at some very lavish and fancy restaurant. so why not recreate such an atmosphere at home?
it’s comfortable, you can wear whatever you’d like without being judged by other visitors of the restaurant, and it’s just you and him. in the comfort of your own home.
you’ll make him his favorite meal, cork open a bottle of wine, talk about everything that’s relevant, and just spend some well needed time together.
you send him a text, asking him when he’ll be home for the night. which slightly surprises him, considering you always just wait and see when he shows up.
he tells you he’ll be home by around six, which is alot earlier than he typically gets done. but there’s no reason to complain, more time to spend with him afterall.
you’re almost done with dinner when you hear the door rattle, and hear chuuya yell an ‘i’m home’ from down the hallway.
when he comes in, he immediately notices the dinner table.
a small vase with three red roses, two candles on either side of the vase, two wine glasses for you both, and a bottle of wine in the ice bucket to keep it chilled next to the table.
and then he sees you. preparing his favorite dish in the kitchen.
‘welcome home, baby.’ you say, walking towards him and giving him a peck on his lips, and snaking your arms around his neck.
he kisses you back, and rests his gloved hands on your waist. ‘what’s this?’ he asks you, gesturing to the dinner table.
‘wanted to surprise you, do you like it?’ ‘i love it, thanks for doing this.’ your fingers absentmindedly play with the hairs at his nape. ‘don’t worry ‘bout it, thought you could use this after the week you had.’
he smiles and kisses you again, his hands rubbing up and down the curve of your waist. ‘c’mon, let’s eat. you must be starving.’ you take one of his hands and drag him to the table
𑣲 ryunosuke akutagawa
akutagawa never tells you about his workdays.
always shrugs you off whenever you ask, or gives some lame half assed four word sentence if you keep pushing.
but there’s a pattern. if he’s home late, he’s always far more irritable than usual.
and you always leave him be, because what else can you do. there’s no point in nagging him to tell you what’s wrong, he won’t tell you no matter how much you push.
so you’ve stopped trying to console him with words, but instead use actions to loosen him up a little.
bringing him tea and a couple figs, getting him a blanket when he’s reading on the couch, and carefully reach for his hand and intertwine it with yours, he stiffens at first but then he relaxes after a little while.
he still doesn’t tell you about how his day was, whether it be good or bad, since he doesn’t feel the need for you to know all those intricate details.
he prefers to keep his line of work away from you. it’s not necessary to know what awful things he does everyday.
there’s no need for him to tell you when his day’s been especially bad, you can tell by the small signs he gives off.
he always enters the living room with a very prominent scowl on his face, his hands buried deep in his pockets, and he flat out ignores your presence for a few minutes.
it’s basically routine by now. and it doesn’t bother you that much, but you want to help him in some way, but he almost always refuses your help if you’re direct about it.
it’s risky, and very direct. but you want him to surprise him with a little romantic dinner, simply at home, nothing big or fancy. just some candles and the fancy cutlery.
it could slide as just dinner, which he’s okay with. but with a little added twist.
you’re making his favorite meal, and preparing dessert when the food’s just doing it’s thing on the stove and you can leave it for a few moments.
akutagawa’s late, as expected. that’s why you started dinner later than you’d typically do.
the food is technically finished, putting the lid on the pan so the heat won’t escape, and you wait. wait for him to return home.
and after about a three minute wait, you hear the door open, and close shut with a thud. he mutters something under his breath, and appears from the hallway.
he stops in his tracks when he sees the table, then his eyes flicker to you.
‘what is this.’ he states, it doesn’t sound like a question at all. ‘dinner.’ you say. ‘i’m aware. but what’s this.’ he gestures to the table, specifically how it’s made. two candles and a single flower in a vase. such tiny additions and he immediately noticed them.
‘a dinner date. just the two of us, thought it’d be fun one time. do you not like it?’ you’re slightly upset at his reaction, but it’s just how he always is.
‘no. it’s fine, i just wasn’t expecting this. for me.’ you laugh softly at his words, and walk towards him where he’s standing in the middle of the living room.
you bump your shoulder against him, but he doesn’t move away. which he usually does when you get a little too close.
‘wanted to surprise you once, you’ve probably had a bad week. it’s the least i could do.’ you say with a smile.
he gives you the smallest smile known to mankind, but for him it’s a bright smile. which makes you happy.
‘..thank you.’ he says a moment later, almost incoherent.
𑣲 tecchou suehiro
tecchou’s a very hard working man, he is apart of the hunting dogs after all. and he takes great pride in what he does, but it can be so hard on him.
he’s constantly on the move, almost never with breaks since there’s no time for them.
he’s quite literally protecting all the people of japan against all kinds of things, terrorists, criminals, etc.
so there’s no room for error in his line of work. the country depends on them to do everything correctly, for their safety.
it takes a huge toll on his health, both mentally and physically. but the reward of it all mostly balances it out.
like almost all of the above, he also works very late hours. sometime he wouldn’t have even come home at all.
you both haven’t had any time to go out on a date, you’re also busy with your own stuff, and he’s primarily working. and when he does get home. he’s almost always straight off to sleep.
you can’t blame him though, with the hours he works it’s logical he’s completely exhausted to the bone.
it doesn’t bother you at all. he deserves to rest well, and all the time you can spend together is worth enough. even if it’s simply sitting on the couch watching tv, entangled in eachother’s embrace.
anything’s fine for you. as long as you’re together with him.
but you want to do something a little special for him tonight. he’s worked late hours for the entire week, and only today is he allowed to leave earlier than usual.
so the idea of surprising him with an at home dinner date would be perfect.
going out for dinner would be too much of a hassle, and an at home date is also perfect. doesn’t matter to either of you were you are, as long as you’re having fun together.
you’re going all out for tonight. making an array of his favorite dishes since he really deserves some good home cooked meals.
the table’s decorated all romantically, some rose petals scattered across the floor, a fresh bouquet of flowers on the table, a few candles here and there. the lights are dimmed to make the atmosphere cozier, soft jazz music playing in the background.
it’s almost like a restaurant, but cozier. and you can jump on the couch right after dinner.
tecchou comes home when you’re still very busy in the kitchen, watching all the different pots and pans and the oven all at once.
you don’t hear him walk up behind you, only do you notice him when there’s a hand on your back all of the sudden.
‘w-welcome home, love!’ you jumped a little at the sudden contact, making your voice waver. ‘thanks, what’s all this?’ he points to the mess you’ve made of the kitchen. ‘ignore the mess, i’ll clean it later. but it’s dinner. i wanted to surprise you with something special since you’ve been so busy this week and we haven’t spent much time together.’ ‘i see, thank you.’
he’s still in his hunting dog uniform, only without his hat and boots.
‘you go change, i’ll finish making the food and then we can eat.’ you kiss his cheek and nudge him to go change. ‘what should i wear?’ he asks you. you’re wearing a simple pair of clothing, only hidden by your apron.
‘anything you want, we’re at home. do whatever you want.’ he nods and trudges to your shared bedroom.
he’s happy you’re willing to do these kinds of things for him.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: mwah
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