hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I was wondering if you could do a Ranpo x fem.reader where the reader is an international popstar who everyone knows but is dating Ranpo and one day she goes to the agency as a surprise to him after being on tour (btw no one in the agency besides fukuzawa and yosano know their dating) if you decide to do it TYSM!! :)
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ CANDY POP!
Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs
Character: Ranpo Edogawa
Note: I have not been locked in with my writings/requests. Sorry. SFW, AFAB reader, NOT proofread
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The sound of your heels clicking along the pavement as you walked was heard, making many pedestrians stop in their tracks to get a glimpse of the beauty that was you. Hidden behind a large hat, petticoat and sunglasses, it was easy for anyone to find curiosity.
Although, that curiosity would be immediately lost if people were to find out that you were the same famous popstar who just got off a world tour-- last ending in the US. Your life seemed to be no secret, people knew so much about someone they've likely never met. Yet, there was one clear question your fans all shared. Who was it that you were seeing?
In many interviews, you brought up stories of your lover, but never a single detail about them? They made many guesses, seeing how social you were with other famous people, but not a single one was ever cleared to be true. No, no. You weren't interested in having a relationship easily visible to the paparazzi and for everything to be known between you both.
Finally, you open the entrance door of the building you were hoping to find-- stopping in confusion of where he could be.
"Excuse me," You turned to a young man with white hair and a black tie yet also a friendly and helpful expression-- which you could only guess was Atsushi from how he was described to by your person-- holding a small stack of books. "Hey, are you looking for something?"
There was a small pause, staring at him as he seemed to be trying to get a better look at your face, hidden well. There was a feeling of judgement or suspicion in his eyes, "Yes, I'm looking for the Armed Detective Agency."
"Yeah, I can help you get there." He spoke, opening the elevator and walking in with you following. "I'm guessing you have some troubles that you can't talk to the police about."
"... Not exactly."
Eventually you stepped in front of the door, excited. It had been so long since you were able to properly hold him in your arms! So many calls between you both-- it was a struggle, either bad connection or just different time zones so it'd likely be the middle of the night when you had to pick up and morning for him.
"Hey everyone, I found someone interested in giving us a case." Atsushi opened the door, in hopes to introduce you to everyone. You pulled your sunglasses down, looking around before your eyes caught the man at the center and very end of the room.
"Ranpo!" You squealed with joy. His head rose, originally fallen back in boredom and rest. He stared for a moment, shock in his now widen eyes, before immediately climbing over his desk to meet with you. Nothing could have prepared him for today, despite having such accurate deduction.
Some of the agency members, who were currently not on any case, watched with confusion at the oddly excited way Ranpo ran at you.
"(Y/N)?! I can't believe it you're here!!" He spoke, running at you with open arms that slide around your body in a hug.
Your hat fell from your head and that's when Naomi stood with quick movement, "No way... Are you... (P/S/N)!?" (P/S/N) - Pop Star Name.
You turned to the young woman with a warm expression, "has Ranpo not spoken about me? That's a shame.." You spoke, finally turning back to the clingy man with a small pout on your lips. "Not even a small mention?"
"Whoops, ha. You know I like to keep you all to myself."
There was clear confusion in the air, hearing a loud 'HUH?' from both Atsushi and Kunikida.
"(Y/N)." You turned, hearing your proper name spoken, seeing Fukuzawa. It's not the first time you've met; properly have met the guardian of who raised your lover many months back. Sharing many laughs with him, especially over the memories you shared with Ranpo in order to embarrass him was definitely fun. It was like getting to meet Ranpo's father. "It's good to see you. I had heard, from Ranpo, that you got off tour on Tuesday. Are you doing well?"
"Yeah, I got off my flight yesterday. I couldn't wait any longer to see him," You said, smiling and squeezing him even closer. He was choosing not to pull away any time soon. "I was hoping to come in as a surprise. I brought gifts, from my travels, for.. ah, some of you."
"Did you get those fancy Dasik desserts I showed you, in South Korea?" His head quirked up in excitement, hearing the sound of gifts-- for him, especially! When he saw you nod his head he began to add more from his wishlist, "What about Gulab Jamuns, from India? Or a Bundt Cake from Germany?"
"Yes, yes. I remembered to check out a bakery everytime I got to a new location, for you." You booped his nose while also lifting him off his feet a bit and moving, weakly with him against you, to grab a seat.
"Kyoka, that's the person I was telling you about." Naomi whispered to the younger girl, who stood beside Atsushi. All three of them watching you.
"Really?" He muttered to her in a whisper.
"Yeah! She's been out for months, all over different places. I was disappointed both me and my big brother weren't able to get tickets a few months back when she was here in Yokohama. Although, this is much better!" Naomi squealed, walking over to grab something from her desk before walking up to you. "Excuse me, (P/S/N)?"
"Please, just call me (Y/N)."
"Yes, thank you. May I ask for your autograph." Naomi excitedly spoke up, quick to do so before you'd decide to leave-- which caught many of the others members off guard since it was very direct.
"Well, of course, dear! I would love to. I feel more honored to be able to meet you all properly like this, especially now that I know this one had never brought me up, to you all." You brought a pen out while glaring down at the man, who the audacity to hold you like a koala.
Eventually, it was only you and your lover, Ranpo. You both sat side by side, holding one another with gifts left aside. They were meaningless in the moment-- only important part was that you were both finally together.
"I missed you.." He muttered with his head resting on your shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I was forced to be away for so long... I thought of your every moment."
"Mm.."
"I'll be available for the next two months, I only want for us to spend every second together." He listened to your words, silent as his hands rubbed along your arm to trace patterns with his fingers.
".. I'd like that... A lot." The sound of your giggling and snickering was heard, making him pull his head up with a puffy and pouty expression. "I hope that sound is supposed to mean something other than you laughing at me." He claimed out, his ears and cheeks still tainted with a blush.
"No, no. I'm just glad we're finally together again.."
Ohhhhh I can finally share!! Very excited to show show off the desktop/phone wallpaper combo I did for @superbatszines !! One of my first times doing a city scene, and it took far too many iterations, but I'm proud of it!
Go check out the full zine if you haven't already!!
I’ll make fun of Male Power Fantasy Batman for the rest of my life.
But the Batman that, as Bruce Wayne, gave Scarecrow a job at Wayne Industries when he thought he reformed?
The Batman that spend an entire issue hunting Killer Croc when he killed some cops, only to find out that he only did it because he was protecting the homeless people he took care of, was like “Oh dang, if you ate them I guess I don’t have any evidence. Guess I’ll have to leave you alone Waylon”?
The one who sent the Riddler on the path to becoming a private detective because he needed help with a case and just knew Ed couldn’t resist?
The one who’s so proud to see Freeze doing better, the one who helps him every chance he gets?
The one who’ll happily team up with Poison Ivy as long as innocent people don’t get hurt?
The one who, at the end of the day, just wanted Harley to finally realize that the Joker didn’t actually love her?
Hello, can I request Jouno giving you aftercare? Just you not being able to walk and full of bruises and him needing to help you while teasing you yk? If you want, can you also do a Tecchou one?
Anyways- your writing is amazing :]
Agh!! I apologize for the late reply. I love writing some sweet aftercare fluff for this iconic duo! I might do a part 2 with different characters in the near future considering I have some other cute takes on how each character pampers their s/o after utterly ravaging them- (￣ω￣;). Anyways, thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy!
Soft breaths surround the room as your aching body quivers under Jouno's. Your head was spinning, unable to form any thoughts as the overwhelming feeling of pure bliss was screwing with your senses. A familiar chuckle snapped you back into reality as the sheets rustled, "Quite ironic and hilarious to hear you become an exhausted, drooling mess after getting what you were nagging me all day for." Soft lips kissed your neck as slim fingers caressed your sore legs. "Was it worth it? Was it worth getting all sore and bruised up?", he teased as his breath tickled against your skin. You tried your best to muster up a snarky response...a simple "shut up" or "go to hell" would've sufficed. Unfortunately, your throat was pretty much spent from letting out loud cries and serving as Jouno's personal fleshlight. He quietly laughed to himself as he heard you struggling to even form a sentence, taking pride in the fact he was the sole reason for your aching.
His fingers traced your collarbone, feeling the bite marks and warm spots--indicating just how much he marked you. "Do they sting a lot?", he asked with a tender tone. As much as Jouno loves to tease and playfully bully you just to see you argue back or get all pent up (Fucking Sadist-), he does genuinely care and wants to make sure he wasn't too overly rough on you. You sigh, noticing his concern...you shake your head slowly. He grinned, "Always so stubborn...come on, admit you liked it". You shook your head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He tried to hold back a laugh, "Oh come on, I know you can say it...you didn't seem to hesitate letting out those erotic words and begs to me earlier, don't get shy now", he teased. He felt your body heat up and tremble under his fingertips, "Fine, I suppose ill let you stay quiet this time considering how tired you are...but, by the way you were squeezing me so tight earlier, I know what the answer is."
Jouno's arms found their way around your waist as he helped you sit up in bed, placing your back against the headboard. He left and soon returned with a cup of water, offering it to you. Your arms shakily reached for the cup and you swear it weighed like 5 pounds. Jouno heard the water shake, indicating that your hold was not at all steady. He moved closer and helped you hold the cup, "Open up and slowly drink some, Okay? Don't rush", he told you as his eyebrows knitted together. You slowly drank some water, the water freshly soothed your sore throat...the feeling of cold hydration was amazing. Jouno pulled the cup away and set it down on the nightstand. "Can you even feel your legs?", he asked with a slight chuckle. You shook your head as you gazed down at your bitten and bruised up thighs. Jouno nodded and stood up, his arm swiftly went under your knees and the other on your back. He carried you towards the bathroom, feeling your head on his chest as your hands weakly rested around his neck made him smile, you were so vulnerable and depended on him for help. He turned on the warm water as he entered the shower, placing you onto your feet. Your back rested against his chest for support as the water coated you both. "Now, I may love you but I dislike the scent of your sweat...it makes my nose hurt", he said as he caressed your arms under the warm water...
Tecchou
Soft taps on your cheek followed by a low and breathless voice, "Hey...Hey, are you okay?". No words fell from your lips as you attempted to catch your breath, the consequence of Tecchous neediness and desperation. Clothes lied scattered around the room, thrown and ripped off without care prior. A small smile filled Tecchous lips, his hands moving your hair to the side. "I see you're still conscious but...wow...", his voice drew shivers down your spine as his fingers touched your bruised neck. "I really do act like a feral dog around you, marking my territory.", he teased with a low chuckle. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, embarrassment filled your senses as your shaky hands covered your face. He grinned, "Oh don't be shy now, you know you loved every mark I left on you." Your eyes focused and widened as Tecchou sat up straight and gave you a full view of his own marked body; chest, neck, arms, and back were covered in bruises/bites and scratches...made by your handy work. "Your shyness was nowhere to be seen when you marked me all up, now was it?". He was right, you didn’t hesitate for a second when you scratched his back and bit his neck as he practically rammed you into the mattress, the memory was enough to fluster you.
He frowned slightly and let his hand travel up your jaw, gently gripping your chin. "Look at me...", his voice was hoarse yet tender making it seem like more of a request than a command. Your unfocused eyes met his, dragging a smile onto his lips. "Are you okay?", his words were filled with concern as his soft eyes scanned your features, your heart fluttered. Tecchou's hands drew up your thighs with care, "Your legs are trembling, was I too rough?". Your soft head shakes were enough to reassure him you were okay...Tecchou could be a rough and teasing individual when you two slept together, but he always took care of you as if you were the most delicate and fragile thing on earth. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss onto your lips, your hands traveled onto his hair as he kissed you with such love. His hands massaged your sore hips, his lips moved down and kissed the deep hickeys left on your neck. Each kiss felt like a spark, soothing and relaxing your body under his touch.
Tecchou stood up and grabbed a wet towel, he carefully moved your legs apart and cleaned you gently. "We can change the bedsheets later...", he said as he put the towel away and laid beside you. His strong arms pulled you into him, firm arms wrapped around your waist. Your head rested against his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat made your eyes grow heavy. He kissed the top of your head, "We'll shower in a bit...but for now...". His voice grew farther and farther as your bruised body gave into slumber..."rest up, my love"...
I loved writing this one-shot! My favorite part was definitely Jouno.
I decided to make Tecchou a bit less teasing and more comforting in his part since I believe his main concern would be making sure his s/o is okay-
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this fluff one-shot! Love ya! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
for @reapkusho <3 . insp. by pictures of you by the cure
no matter how hard he puts his mind to it, saigiku jouno just can’t get rid of his pictures of you.
or any media or memories he has of you, after he pushed you away. to focus on work, and to keep you safe, he claims. its not like he lied! fully, anyway.
before anyone asks, “but how does he even see the pictures?”—he doesn’t. its this notion of having physical proof—evidence—, that you loved him, that keeps him going. there’s something about having a piece of you, of sorts, wherever he goes.
in his wallet, in his phone case, framed in his bedroom—oh, what will he do, if he gets rid of his pictures of you? what would he do with himself, if not stay devoted to you?
sometimes, he holds his pictures of you, begging his foolish heart to get a grip. to stop believing that they’re real, and that you’ll come back.
what makes pictures more dear to him—especially when he can’t see what they looked like, upon clicking the button on the camera—, are that you never really knew he took them, until after you heard the click.
one time, in the rain, you spun around, splashing in the puddles with your giggles echoing through the street he was walking you down. the street wasn’t fully-packed—it had the occasional passer-byer—, but his senses closed in on you.
the way your shoes splashed in the puddles, the way the rain showered down on the floor and rippled through your clothes and overflowing gutters on the side of the road. the way your laughter filled the bustling street, and was all he could hear. the way you suddenly grabbed his hands, dancing with him in the rain.
once you let go of his hands to keep frolicking around, he pulled out his little camera in his right pocket—where you always put it—, turning it on and taking a spur of photos.
you never looked at the camera and kept moving around, which made them feel so real. so special, so uniquely yours, so you. the way your whole body blurred around, but your smile was always in all of them—oh, he misses it.
he misses you.
in dreams, he tries opening his eyes. but it wouldn’t stop you from leaving. it wouldn’t help him find the right words to hold onto your heart.
when he wakes up from those dreams, it hurts. a deep-rooted ache swells through every part of him. through every breath, twitch, sound, movement—his body, no, his whole being aches to be beside you, again.
maybe he’ll put off breaking apart his pictures of you, for another day.
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