AUTHORS NOTE: giggling wtf is this. take this while i work on other requests :D
— DAZAI OSAMU๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL—"
immediately you jump in your boyfriend's arms, dazai's arms quickly pushing you back. he tripped over his own two feet trying to keep you from kissing him—screaming and throwing hands to keep you back.
"NO! NO—IM GAY!😰 STAY AWAY!!"
you couldn't help but cackle at his reaction, getting back on your feet.
you keep fighting him back grabbing at his arms to try and pry them away from his body—suddenly he pushed you back enough you fell over on your back; laughing as he just ran away.
— CHUUYA NAKAHARA๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL!!"
"WHAT THE FUCK—"
catches you on instinct, only needing a split second to realize what you said until he dropped you.
you laugh and grab his ankle as he yells, tumbling down to the ground after you.
"NO! IM A TAKEN MAN—TAKEN!"
you and him fight, using all his might to keep you from pinning him down.
eventually he uses his ability on you🙌🏻😭 next thing you know your floating just above him—a cheeky smile on your face as you got a good look at him.
hat flown off his head, messy hair, and wrinkled dress shirt.
— ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL—"
he screams. just screams in your face as you fall to the ground laughing; he holds your arms as you laugh at his feet.
it took him a moment to understand what you were doing and then when he came to realization—
you immediately went back at it again, trying to kiss your boyfriend who used all his might to keep you from getting close to his face.
"NO!! IHIHI HAVE A GIRLFRIEND—SHES SO PRETTY AND—AAH!😰"
eventually pins you on your stomach as he is sitting beside you, a leg keeping you from getting up and keeping your wrists behind you back; all while you're a giggling mess.
he has a goofy smile on his face as he lets you up.
— AKUTAGAWA RYŪNOSUKE๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST I—"
you don't even have two seconds before your arms are wrapped around in black and red tentacles; pinning you to the closest wall.
your boyfriend looks at you with a deadpan reaction—"are you five?" is all he would ask.
you eventually explained what you were trying to do, and you just wanted to see his reaction. as much as you should have just let this be the reaction he gave you—he agreed.
take two. saying the iconic line; you graze his shoulder blade before you at once again wrapped around his rashomon, flipped over and laid on your back in front of you. you blinked once, then twice—"ok aku, you can let me go."
silence.
"aku?..im done with my prank, you can—"
"RYŪNOKUKE AKUTAGAWA— YOU CANT LEAVE ME HERE—"
more silence.
— KUNIKIDA DOPPO๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL—"
literally almost falls out of his office chair when you suddenly jump on him.
glasses half off his face as you lay down on his lap and smile happily up at him.
he questions the fuck out of you; "what do you think you're doing??!"
you quickly bring him up to date—and he's just staring at you. blinks once...then twice—immediately tried to get you off of him as you try to kiss him.
he is holding you back, grabbing your arms as you laugh up a storm—saying how this inappropriate behavior in the workplace, trying to scold while keeping you back at the same time.
"Y/N—THIS IS ENTIRELY INAPPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR—OH NO, YOU DONT—"
i find it funny how he scolds you whilst playing along with you at the same time.
at the end of it, clears his throat—fixes his dress shirt and glasses and tells you to get back to work.
hey, he passed the test at least.
— RANPO EDOGAWA๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST, IM A—"
he steps to the side as you collide with the carpet beside him—face first.
he munches on his candy he held in his hand—watching you groan in pain and turn on your back.
"telling the world's greatest detective to "think fast" is one of the dumbest things i've heard you say.." he'll you as he kneels down, booping your nose with his finger.
you grab at his hand, pouting at him. "you want me to pretend you're a random girl—this is what you find entertaining? ...ok, ill entertain you—up, up." he taps your cheek as you both stand from the floor.
you stand a good bit away from each, not waiting for him to get ready you run at him again—only for him to spit the hard candy in his mouth to your face, thankfully hitting your forehead and you once again collapsed to the ground.
patting your head with a cheeky grin, he stands up and leaves you in your puddle of shame.
⋆ COLD HANDS ノ DAZAI AND CHUUYA! X FEM! READER 𓆩♡𓆪 <𝟑
୨ CW ୧ ― sfw , crack , teasing , established relationship , can't think of anymore ( ･ั﹏･ั)
꒰ fic type. imagines ꒱
. ୨୧ ⁺ req by anon : maybe could I request Chuuya Dazai not together (u don’t have to do it if u don’t want to) Where how they react to reader coming into bed late and putting her FREEZING hands up their shirts to feel their warm body
ℒ. notes ― I FINALLY REWROTE IT!! i hope the anon sees this<3 apologies for being a tad bit dumb LOL mwah!
CHUUYA
you slip into bed, later than you expected but sometimes work forces you to stay crazy hours ― chuuya knows all too well. you try not to make a noise, the squeaking of the bed causes you to cringe but chuuya didn't budge.
you cuddle behind him, letting the blankets fall over your body like a second skin ― your eyes sparkled at the thin shirt he wore. with a sinister smirk, you gently hover your hands over his sides and that's when you shove your hands under his shirt.
chuuya jolts with a shriek, like he's been electrocuted.
"THE HELL―?" his whole body arched away as far as he could the blankets practically go soaring if you weren't holding down most of the weight. you pull him back with a soft smile, pecking his shoulder like you've done nothing wrong.
he grabs your wrists, eyes wide, body turned to you, hair a mess ― he took this personally. "baby, what ― why are you like this?!" he lets out a tired whine, cupping your hand to his cheek.
as he recovered from your attack, he pulls your freezing cold hand to his lips, blowing warm air over your knuckles while mumbling slanders.
"you could have asked me to warm you up, not put me into cardiac arrest."
he pulls you to his chest anyway, despite how cold you were, tucking your hands under his shirt properly warming you up this time, trapping them under his arm.
"there...you're lucky i love you," he spoke, "never do that again...unless you want some payback," he smirked, poking your leg with his cold foot and chuckles at your soft shriek.
he leaned over to kiss your forehead, pretending he's not enjoying this sweet moment with you.
DAZAI
you slip into his futon, the ground was cold ― but the heater in front of the two of you warmed you both up real quick. well, besides your hands.
you bite your lip to muffle your giggles as you ready yourself, your fingers tugging up his shirt and landed on his chest.
he just lets out a strained noise, not too loud but definitely a reaction.
he jolts, the futon skidding left and right as he rockets up to catch your hands, his eyes wide and hair messy ― you burst out in giggles.
his hands grab at your wrists and he pulls your freezing hands out of his shirt, his eyes turn from wide to a playful glare. "oh, seeking warmth?"
your giggles die down for a moment, your hands moving to cup his face but he stops you, leaning back and fell down with a laugh, you following him.
now you were straddling him, fighting for your wrists back but he didn't let you go. "ah ah ah! you asked for this, belladonna~ " he's got a tight grip, his eyes sparkle with tiredness and mischief.
"let me warm you up, nice and toasty, yes?"
with that, he turns you on your side and faces you, shoving your hands into his shirt again and trapped then under his arms.
if you complain he is too warm, for being in front of heater for a longer period then you've been, he'll just laugh ― soft ― shifting you closer you to him.
"oh come on, don't be so dramatic~ i'm your personality heater...with a price."
the price? kisses, and a whole lot of them.
he ends up wrapping every limb around you for the rest of night, waking up all hot but extremely loved.
lylas notes 𝜗ৎ. im assuming you wanted nsfw, so i delivered ahhehea. also this is my first mori smut writing, i hope he's not ooc (･ัω･ั) this has been in my drafts for a while, so thank u for your patience! please enjoy<3
YOU'VE LOST HOW MANY times you've released all over your sheets and in him, CHUUYA only in the same boat as you — thrusting deep into you, a pleasured moan pouring out of you faster than you're cum.
forehead touching, he holds your hips steady with one and while his other rubs your bottom lip as your thighs are spread — both of you a heaving and panting mess,
"that's it' — good girl~ taking my cock sooo well~♡"
your face was hot, body trembling, every single compliment or praise he gives you only making it worse.
"look at you ... my beautiful girl~ so perfect f'me~"
you hide your face in his shoulder, sweaty and overstimulated — whiny softly into his skin but he just chuckles lowly, taking two fingers and forcing to to look back at him — his eyes lidded and dark.
"don't hide now, sweetheart~ i want to see you, i wanna see how pretty you look when you fall apart under me~"
every time you whimper or moan they praise you more — he knows how much you love when he has his undivided attention all on you, his pretty girl~
"ngh~ you wanna cum, princess? i can feel it, aha~ c'mon ... cum f'me~" you didn't need to have him repeat himself, tossing your head back as you cum all over his cock inside you earned you a grin and a loving kiss to the lips.
after all, you deserved it~
~ ♡ ~
EVERY SINGLE WHINE YOU made him thrust into harder — deeper. he had you pinned to the bed of the large bedroom — thanking any god out there that the walls are soundproof. DAZAI'S black coat was discarded, tossed to the floor in almost an instant seeing you half naked on the bed, not being patient enough to wait until he got home — you slipped into nothing up a black thong and an baggy t-shirt.
his hands were on you almost immediately, hungry and angry — not with you, just at how shitty his day was. it all went away seeing his beautiful girl in his bed looking smoking hot.
everything happened so fast, he aggressively turned you over on your stomach after a few moments of hot and messy kisses, biting your lips and shoving his tongue deep in your mouth — forcing an arch from you he fumbled with his belt as he leaned down and whispered darky in your ear,
"you made my night, donna~ you gon'a be a good girl f'me, your mine, tonight~ you hear me, im all yours and your all mine~"
kicking his dress pants and boxers off in one swift motion, he didn't waste another minute and shoved himself inside you, deep and raw. you grunt — gripping the sheets of the bed until your knuckles went white. your head was flat against the pillow, suffocating between the fabric.
"relax~ don't move sweetheart, i got you," he grunts, his mouth hot against your ear as he looms over you while fucking you at the same time.
every noise, whimper, moan you made — earned you a wave of praises, because he knows you love it, how you crave it.
"you—ngh, taking me so well'donna~ahah — y'so pretty under me like this,~"
"good girl, good fuckin' girl~aha — your—incredible~♡"
"just like that`yaha~ just a bit~ngh .. longer, you can do it, baby~♡"
his thrusts were hard as raw, like he's been waiting for you all day. coming home to a pretty sight like this can only get him railed up more than he already was. because you've been such a good girl for him, he'll make sure you end it off making you feel like your on cloud nine for the eighth time tonight.
~ ♡ ~
YOU'RE CLINGING TO HIS SHOULDERS like you were digging into his skin, body trembling as he kept moving back and forth inside you — every sound that slipped out of you earned you a praise.
"there she is ... that's it, my good girl~ taking me so perfectly~" MORI pants, thrusting faster, skin slapping against one another echos in the room. he knew how much you loved the sound of his voice in your ear and how you tremble just at his voice, he has you wrapped around this finger .. or in this case, cock.
you whimper at his words, tossing your head back with your mouth gaped open. thighs shaking as he only pulls you closer while still thirsting deep inside you, lips ghosting your ear, you can hear every syllable.
"my~ so tight 'round me~ ... you were made for this, weren't you~ made for me,"
your head was fuzzy, brain melting under every praise he whispered in your ear — you shiver and jolt when he would hit a sensitive spot against your clit. that's when you start to break, begging to cum and blabbering pleas, and when you do he holds you tighter — like he's scared to let you go. fingers curled into your hair it feels like he's going to pull it out.
you were his, and only his.
"let go, princess. that's it, baby, good girl~ you're mine, always mine ... no one can make you feel as good as i can, hmm ... yeah, that's right~"
the mix of his voice and pace has you ruined, body trembling, pleasure crashing down as you cum on his cock until your dizzy and cockdrunk on nothing but the sounds of his praises.
end notes. when someone asks me what my kinks are, ill just show them this. guys what r these tags, help??
Reader finds Dazai drunk in an alleyway and he gets vulnerable (which he rarely does) as reader tries to take him home. (Love ur writing btw ^^)
★ DRUNKIE ★
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ⟢ you find dazai drunk in the back of an alleyway. he lets the toxicity of the alcohol in his body take over and becomes a vulnerable, lost puppy.
𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 ⟢ oneshot
𑣲 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⟢ unedited writing , lowercase , not established relationship , ooc ? , mention of unhealthy drinking , drunk! dazai , sober! reader , taking dazai back home to yours ,
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ⟢ first of all, i want to apologize for being SUPER inactive the last few days !! i've been feeling really shitty and haven't had any motivation to do anything 🥹 i truely loved this request, thank you so much for it !!
𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ .
you walked past the same ally everyday from your way home from work- however something this evening was different. catching you off guard.
a all too familiar figure shape is slumped against the bricked wall of the alley when you spot him.
tall, careless, coat half-slid off his shoulders like gravity finally got tired of arguing with him. osamu dazai, reeking of cheap alcohol and rain-soaked pavement. staring at nothing in particular, his eyes tired.
"...dazai?" your breath is quiet, your shadow engulfing him whole, already moving closer.
he blinks once, twice ― a lazy smile curls on his lips like he's too tired to find the muscles for it. he huffs out a chuckle, tired. "aha, [name]―hic."
you didn't understand the words after he slurred your name, his head was hung low―the sight of him has your chest tightened.
he can barely stand anymore. with knees weak, he tumbles down but your quick to catch him, helping him down to sit him down. "your drunk," you crouched in front of him. his eyes track yours, searching for something you couldn't figure out.
he just nods, exhaling long enough your nose scrunched from the stench of whiskey that clung to him like a stain you couldn't wash off.
you sighed, slipping an arm under his heavy coat to help him up. he's heavier than usual, probably because he can barely hold himself up―dead weight by the toxicity in his body. the moment you host him up, getting a better grip on his arms, he instinctively grabs your sleeve.
"don't let go," he mummers, forehead dropping briefly to rest on your shoulder. you didn't. you would never even think of letting him go. you squeeze his arm, a silent promise.
you guided him out of the smelly. malnourished ally.
it was silent. no jokes. no teases. just comfortable silence- street lights illuming the sidewalks you walked. the wind blowing against your faces. dazai's steps were uneven, tripping over your ankles ever so often.
halfway down the street, he speaks. "do you ever get tired of me?"
you pause. stopping in your tracks, the detective limp against your hold. he sighed at the break you gave him, unaware of the million of thoughts in your head. his gaze flicks up, searching your face-no smug remark. generally waiting for your answer.
"why would you ask me that, now?" you asked quietly. he shrugs, tired. his shoulders weak. "people do, eventually." he pauses. "they always have a reason too ... and i don't blame them."
you took a few moments before replying, sighing softly. "you don't have to worry about any of the with me."
he looks away, a weak smile on his lips. "you say that now."
"osamu." the way you said his name, your voice stern. it makes him flinch. "everyday i put up with your jokes, your smarky remaks- i put up with everything you do. i wouldn't if i didnt care about you."
you start walking with him again, almost pulling him with you. "i put up with your stupid mask you give everybody- you think i don't notice but i do!"
dazai didn't bother to respond, he just listened to you like nothing else in his world existed. silencing his thoughts for a moment. "you don't have to pretend, you don't have to be someone else for me."
it was another few minutes of just silence- heels clicking against the concreate as you reached your complex door. "you can relax.." you smiled softly. "i got you."
he laughs- weakly. "that's what scares me." you shook your head, a soft smirk on your face as you twist the keys to the right. the door creaked as you helped dazai inside. sitting him down on the seat at your front entrance you shut the door and lock it.
"you know, if i were a better man"-"
you cut him off, slamming your keys to his side and stared him down. "your enough dazai, do you hear me?"
he blinks up at you, eyes glassy with tears. taking a moment, dazai's toxicity forcing him to slump against your chest to hug you, he lets out a shaky sigh. his head was buried in your shirt, his arms locked around your waist like he was afraid to let go.
afraid you'll slip away.
"does that mean you'll stay with me?" he asks. barely a whisper. not playful. not flirty. just ... honest.
you wrap your arms around his head, fingers playing with his messy brown locks. "i'm not going anywhere." you mumble, kissing the top of his head multiple times until you felt him relax.
you two stayed like that for a few extra minutes before you helped him out of his clothes and cleaned him up for the night. you ask yourself if hell remember this night, but you knew him.
hi!! i saw that ur requests are opened again so i was wondering if u could write some nightmare comfort hc’s with chuuya, dazai and akutagawa! i really love ur works and hope u have an amazing day <3
IT WAS JUST A NIGHTMARE ― CHUUYA, DAZAI AND AKUTAGAWA
synopsis . reader wakes up from a nightmare
꒰ gn! reader ノ fic type . oneshot ꒱
wc . over 1K that's for sure
warnings ― comfort , nightmare comfort , established relationship , sfw , angsty , mention of character death , implied traumaic flashbacks , i refer to akutagawa as a goth bcuz i saw some hc him as goth and i can't get it out of my head i love it
author's note . apologies, my writing is unedited!! thank you so much for this request!! i go back to sleep now </3
C. NAKAHARA
it was the way you shook the entire bed is when chuuya finally stirred awake. his hair a mess in his face, drool dried on his chin and his vision was a blur. he grumbles, a hand moving to drag down his face as he mumbled your name, "[name]..., what the fuck-"
he didn't finish his sentence, not that he was forgetful, but because the sight of you caught his breath. your curled into a ball at the frame of the bed, legs to your chin and your hands covering the sides of your head, your breathing staggered as your chest heaves in a inhuman manner.
he's quick to sit up, suddenly wide awake and he is immediately in a head of worry. "[name]!!" he called your name, this time more aware of what is happening. it was clear you were having a panic attack, his head whips to check the clock.
it's 4:24am and he has to be up in less then two hours for work. he kissed his rest of the time to sleep in and drew his attention back to you.
"[name]...baby, breathe. you're okay, i'm right here!" he said anything to make you calm your breathing, a hesitant hand hovered over your body, scared to touch you in case he triggers a new can of worms.
your eyes dart to his hand, your breath hitches as you flinch away. your eyes wide at the sight of him, his face had worry written all over it. his brows furrowed, his hands resting over his lap. he looked like a mess, shirtless, tired to the bone ― but the sight of your tears snapped something inside of him.
"hey, hey..." he said breathless, giving you a sad smile when you lock eyes. "you had a nightmare, princess, you're okay..."
you take a few more breaths before his hand finally touches yours, pulling your hands gently away from your face. "there she is," he whispered as you cries turned soft. you blink at the man before you, his smile cracked your heart into pieces ― but you didn't start crying again, you jumped into his arms and nuzzled into his neck.
"ssh," he shushes you when you whimper or shake again, rubbing small circles on your back while his other hand holds your head.
"breathe baby, you're safe. i got you, you're safe with me." he kisses the crown of your head, whispering coos in your ear and rocking you back and forth.
moments passed of crying, shushing and rocking back n forth ― you finally settled down and had cuddled into chuuya's arms.
he spoke up again, "your mind can play shitty tricks on you, but that doesn't mean they're true. you're stronger then you know, you can get through a nightmare... your my girlfriend, you can get through anything!'
O. DAZAI
the bed squeaked as you rocket up from your sleep ― gripping the blanket, forehead sweaty and your body shaking ever so slightly. you could have sworn you just saw dazai die in front of you, it felt so real, however as you vision fixated on the bedroom walls, the bed and even dazai's coat hanging on the chair across from the bedside ― you knew it was all a dream. a nightmare. a shitty one at that.
you took a few moments to catch your breath, your grip on the blanket looses the more you calmed yourself down. with a hint of worry, you extend and shakey hand to the other of the sheet, expecting the feel of dazai's chest or hand....but you felt nothing. just the soft, silk sheet.
your heart dropped, your head whipped to the side dazai was supposed to be sleeping but there was nothing the scent of him. the early morning sunrise shined through the window of the room, your head flooded with questions. in the heat of the moment you kick the blanket off your legs and stumble to your feet. hands extend to the door as you ran out, calling out dazai's name in a panic.
the hallway seemed longer, more lanky then it seemed the night before. your hands steadied you as you practically flop against the walls to reach the end of the dark hallway. you called osamu's name again, this time in a more quiet, desperate tone.
your turned the corner of the hall, immediately bumping into a rather tall, skinny figure. definitely not a wall. you blinked through your blurry vision, you didn't even realize tears formed in the corners of your eye as you look up to see a confused dazai, brows realised in a mix of confusion and worry.
"bella!" he chirped, unaware of the panic in your face for a moment, "why, good morning! i was about to wake up you with a nice, warm cof-" he stopped mid-sentence seeing your head hang low. your arms loose at his chest as your shoulders shake with silent sobs.
"my love," dazai hushed, his free hand coming down to pat the back of your hair, fingers combing through the morning tangles. "what's wrong, are you crying? did you miss that much," he teased, chuckling softly to himself thinking you would smack him or even scold, but when you didn't respond his lips turned to a immediate frown.
"talk to me, darling, what's happening?"
you didn't know what to say, you just caught your breath again and pulled back ― his hand still set on your head but in a loose grip. when your eyes meet, he frowns at the sight of your fallen tears.
he cooed, using his thumb to brush them away but he steadies his palm to cup your warm cheek. you studded over your words, speaking nonsense in the beginning but finally got to your point ― "your alive!" your voice cracked into more sobs with a happy smile. "you...it was...i had a nightmare you died, osamu! you left me! right before my eyes! i―i couldn't do anything!"
he took a moment to let your words sink in and that's when it hits him. his lips straighten into a think line, telling himself you've had a nightmare. he places the cup of said coffee in his hand to the table close by, his arms immediately around your waist as he hoists you up, a little "upsie dasie!" chripwd in your ear whilst his other arm hooked under your knees.
"you had another nightmare," he stated as a matter of fact, not a question. too embarrassed to speak, you nod into his shoulder, nuzzling into his hold while your arms lock around his neck as he carries you back down the same hallway you stumbled out of and into the bedroom.
setting you down he lets you fall swiftly out of his grip and crawl into the sheets with you, taking the covers to drape over you both. he keeps a steady arm around your waist, pulling you to his side, almost on his lap, and guides your head to his chest. your wear rests over his heart, his beating pulse and soft breathing soothing you.
"do you hear that?" he started, referring to his heartbeat, whispering in your other ear in a tender voice. "that's me, here, alive. with you," he kissed your ear gently, like you were a delicate flower. "im not going anywhere, bella, im always with you~" his hands roam up and down your back to coo you, his hands warm against your skin.
you let your last tears fall into his chest, buzzing your head deeper than it already is.
he speaks again, "it will take more than a silly nightmare to get rid of me," he winked although you couldn't see it, you can feel the sly smirk on his lips. "your stuck with me whether you like it or not~"
R. AKUTAGAWA
it was a rare sight to see akutagawa sleep a full night's rest, so when you awoke from your nightmare ― scared, sweaty and hyperventilating you immediately went to look for the goth.
your feet hit the cold floor of the room, it was still dark outside. you assumed it was past midnight, and your assumption was correct as you looked up to check the clock above the bed and it was 1:35am. you cursed yourself, for acting so childish because of a nightmare, you pushed it in the back of your mind and wrapped your nightgown around your torso and made you way to the living room.
walking down the hall, the clock chimes with each second. it was quiet, your footsteps the only noise you could pay attention too as you reached the end of the dark hall. your eyes dart around for a moment until it landed on an aura of an orange hue light.
far in the corner sat your boyfriend, sitting on the single person couch with his book in hand, his glasses over his eyes as he was deep in thought with the book. you assumed hi would rather be left alone, but before you could take a step back lowering your head, his voice made you jump.
"darling, you're awake?"
you gulp down any fear down your throat and turn, giving him the fakeist smile knowing he wasn't paying much attention. "oh, i was just―looking for the bathroom!"
you cursed again in your mind, his eyes looked over at you and he gave you the mother look. "bathroom?" he echoed, "don't lie to me, [name] it's too late for this..."
he closes his book, settling it on the table close to him and takes his glasses off, "why are you awake? you were sound asleep not too long ago,"
you froze for a moment, trying to think of the words until the thought of the nightmare repeats in your head. you try your best not to tear up as you spoke, "i just―you weren't..."
"spit it out, [name]."
you let a tear roll down your cheek as you quickly admitted, "i had a nightmare and i missed you!"
you expect a laugh, a chuckle, even a rough protest telling you grow up...but instead it was silent. you weren't sure if that was any better. about to speak up again, you open your teary eyes to see akutagawa stand directly in front of you.
you jump backwards, a small yelp escapes your lips but he caught your waist before you could topple away. his eyes read concern, but his friend screamed worry. "a nightmare? why didn't you tell me in the first place," he whispered now, voice tender with more concern.
you shake, his grip around you tightens. "i didn't―want you to think i was as ch-childish." you replied, voice low with embarrassment. you closed your eyes, blinking away any tears but you gasp as his cold hand cups your cheek, stopping you from whatever you were doing and ground you.
"nothing about your fears are childish," he said simply, wiping a fallen tear with his thumb as he leans close. foreheads touch and he stands before you for a few more, calming, moments. "your feelings are valid, with me your thoughts and feelings are all i care about."
you give him a wobbly smile, leaning into his plan and cupping it with your other hand. "you mean that?"
he kisses your lips, as a silent yes, pulling away with the softest of smiles. "your the love of my life, your everthing to me."
you felt your heart flutter, stomach twist and face flushed as he took your hand and turned down the hall back to the bedroom, "now, how about you tell me about that nightmare, hm?"
i think my sickness got worse....
edit . i just realized you wanted hcs, im so sorry ― i can't read apparently ( ･ั﹏･ั)
Hi hun, could you maybe do either a gender neutral or female reader that pretends to be dumb but is actually hyper intelligent? Like the reader would do this to maybe protect themselves from being used by people for their smarts. Any characters would be cool 😎 pp gang out
synopsis; in which reader pretends to be dumb, but is actually smarter than they act out to be.
featuring: dazai, chuuya, atsushi, and ranpo
a/n: LOOK—WRITING GUYS, AND OF COURSE I ADDED DAZAI BECAUSE IM OBSESSED.
warnings: lowercase writing, not proof-read
gif credits
DAZAI finds you intriguing. you act as a child when they just learned how to count to ten. you seem to be oblivious when he speaks to you, he uses this for his entertainment.
speaks to you in riddles just to see your confused puppy face. always brushing it off with a "nevermind that, how was your day, love?"
alas, your little act didn't go on for long with him as much as you hoped it would. he caught on within a day—only pretending to believe you to see how long you go on with this silly little lie of yours.
he would drop puzzles into your guys conversations, throw some theories in your face just for fun, and use big words you may or may not have actually heard of before.
sure enough, his little experiment worked and your poker face surely cracked here and there. a too-fast correction. a twitch in they eye when he says something incredibly stupid. and your eyes? well, you can't dull the sharpness out of them forever.
and that's when dazai confronts you finally—but not in a hostile way. he would have you both in a secluded space, maybe once you both have finished your papers—and buy "both" i mean "you"—and everyone in the office has stepped out.
he would smile at you—knowing he read you like a book without you ever knowing.
"well aren't you just a cute little genius, hmm? what wasn't smart was you thinking you can keep up that act with me," you sighed at his teasing voice.
"want to tell me why you decided to lie, or shall i crack that case as well?"
you opened up about this being a way for you to protect yourself from being using you for your smarts—as people would only speak to you like your walking google.
bracing for the teasing; dazai said something that shattered your brown completely—"it's okay, 'bella. i know what it's like to hide who you are to survive."
CHUUYA doesn't know how to react to you at first. he's met people in the mafia who are slow, a bit of a dunce, but you just took his brain cells away. hates to admit it, but your cute, cute as hell. which is why he's with you. you're a little bit clumsy and a bit slow when it comes to taking orders.
he would open jars for you, answer your questions after a meeting with the boss, and caught onto your "confused" looks and simply sighed before slowly explaining the situation to you.
you make him feel more of the sharp one around you.
he tries not to lose his patience, in front of you at least, however poor akutagawa and tachihara had to endure countless moments of chuuya tweak out about you. he also tweaks out how adorable you are when you ask him for support, like when you told him how much you loved clouds—besides them making mean, scary faces at you an they are too high up in the sky for you to "show them a lesson." fucking adorable, your adorable! just really knows how to push his buttons.
then came a mission-a mission that has blown your little secret. the two of you were assigned to interrogate with some shady clients who were caught sneaking around of the port mafias secluded areas. chuuya couldn't get any information out of them, no matter the torture methods he used against them. until they started to confess in a coded language—something their gang must only be able to understand because he's never heard this language before in his life.
he tossed a chair to the wall close to the hostages; about to just kill them until you replied to one of the gang members in the same language. same pronunciation and fluency—their faces growing cold when they realized you could understand what they were saying.
chuuya stared at you while you spoke with the hostages as if you had grown a second head.
you ended up being the one to get this mission to be another successful one for the mafia; and that's when chuuya confronted you.
"what hell was that back at the interrogation?"
"what was what?"
"the fucking you suddenly knowing how speak a whole new language!? what the hell are you not telling me?"
oh. well. guess the cats out of the bag. you explained to him that you were scared the port mafia would eventually start to use you as some kind of object, knowing you were as smart as they think you are.
what pissed chuuya off the most was you thinking he would just use you for your smarts and leave once he got bored.
you expected him to be a tad bit upset, however this was something even your smart couldn't think would happen. "if you think i was ever going to use you, then maybe your not as smart as you think, doll. show off how fucking smart you are, you could get on mori's really good side and hell maybe even get promoted to a higher rank."
ATSUSHI fully believed your act. poor boy actually thought you were just really slow and took longer to understand certain things.
he sees you get all spacey—and has never once ever made fun of you or called you out. he would always give you the biggest smile and help you out.
that's what you liked about him. how he never expected anything from you and would give you room to breathe.
he would stick up for you when others would call you out, "hey—leave them alone, talk to me if you have any problems!"
he will never take anyone mocking you or calling you stupid when they don't even know you. and if it was someone from the agency, atsushi will honestly get even more aggressive towards you.
he wants you to know there's nothing wrong with you. and there's nothing wrong with being a bit slow, but if you try to get better; which is what he tries to help you with, that's all that matters!
you honestly start to feel bad keeping this lie from him for so long—he genuinely believes you and you feel so guilty..
"atsushi..can i talk to you for a moment?" you voice soft and gentle.
"of course, y/n!"
you and him took a step out of the office, making sure it was only you and him before you confessed your lie.
there's a silence that was oddly loud in your ear; not knowing how he would react. would he actually get really mad at you for lying, did he want to break up with you now?
suddenly he took your arms and pulled you close to him, his voice gentle and calm when he asked—"why do you feel the need to hide this side of you from me. you know i love you, i would never use you or treat you any different! and if anyone does, then they'll wish they just kept their mouths shut."
RANPO clocked you in about 0.2 seconds. of course he didn't out you right away, he played along with this little act of yours. seeing how long it will take for you to know he caught on.
he is a lot like dazai in this scenario; loves watching you squirm each time he gets close to exposing you to other people. he would get you to solve some tricky questions to help solve a case the agency would be doing, or purposefully say something so wrong—even the agency members started to grow suspicious.
you were smart-smart, not just logical—strategic, emotionally intelligent, and observant. loved that about you, he just knows you and him would click instantly if you had just out- right told him!
when the two of you were in private, maybe it's just you and him in the office. you are finishing writing reports and he's munchy some candy. that's when he decided to speak up, cornering you like a cat with its favorite toy.
you were smart enough to not act stupid anymore, sighing and putting the pen down. you dropped the bomb, telling him why you hide yourself from the public, scared they would use you.
"you know, it's cute how you can think you can lie to the world's greatest detective! i have to say i admire your act!"
bsd men with a reader who love to giving kiss's to them with their lipstick on
[ranpo,dazai,chuuya]
`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ — 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 —
𝒆. 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐, 𝒐. 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 & 𝒏. 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂
SYNOPSIS: throughout your time dating, you've loved nothing more than leaving lipstick kiss stains anywhere on your boyfriends body.
GENRE: fluff, romantic comedy
TAGS: established relationship, female!reader, flirty!reader, domestic fluff, cocky!dazai, flustered!chuuya, proud!ranpo, lipstick stains, playful, possessive behavior in a cute way, reader insert
RANPO fucking loves it. i see this man walking around yokohama with this cocky grin on his face. he becomes the definition of smug when you "accidentally" leave red lipstick on his cheek, neck, jawline, lip—fucking loves it when you leave a kiss stain on his collarbone.
he never wipes them off. ever.
shows up into the office with a bright red lip stain on his cheek, wearing it like a medal.
"oh this? just my gorgeous girl marking what's hers—you're jealous, huh?"
he'd probably kiss you with your own lipstick painted on his lips—leaving kiss stains of his own on your skin.
you honestly had no idea he would love it this much, he couldn't wait for the day to end just to have you mark him places only the two of you will be able to see/find.
if you think this man, DAZAI, is flustered over you leaving lipstick kisses on his body—you are sadly MISTAKEN. red smudged on his neck, tugging him close to you by his bolo tie, on his lips after a heated kiss. no, he wears your kisses like war paint. you purposefully leave kisses over his bandages on his neck that had gotten loose.
he loves it when you leave them in the weirdest spots.
bare chest. wrists. jaw. inner thigh.
he's feral. craves for more of it.
"aren't i just your little canvas, my dear~ i think you've missed a spot..."
cue him allowing you to pull him closer to leave a kiss mark on his collarbone.
he once took a hold of your favorite lipstick and marked himself with it. just to feel like you were there. you teased him for it later—but he was a man with no shame.
CHUUYA loves your kisses, so just imagining him waking up after a heated night just to see your faint kiss stains all over his upper body in the mirror. of course, his clothes covered up the majority of your kisses, however one kiss stain was seen peek out just under his collar. he pretends to hate them when he knows others are around—but he never wipes them off. you'd sneak a kiss to his cheek before he left for work, smear lipstick on his lips after kissing him messy—and chuuya fucking loves to kiss you messy—
pulls his hat over his eyes to hide his blush when you would kiss his neck.
throughout the day he can always feel your lips ghost his skin, even though you weren't there.
"babe, you know i love your kisses— fuck, i love'em—but the last one you left almost had my dignity as a mafia executive."
"oh no, how scandalous~"
"tch, you little—get over here!"
let's just say that kiss he gave you led to another heated night all over again. but neither of you were complaining.
you leave kiss stains on his collared dress shirt, having gone through 7 of his dress shirts before washing them. only for you to do it again.
end notes. i want to leave kisses all over dazai mwah mwahmwah mwah
ノ ੭ KINKTOBER'25 M. LIST | DAZAI X FEM! READER | DAY TWENTY TWO : CUM-PLAY ᭡ M.LIST | T.LIST
── CW : NSFW , kinktober , cum play , female reader , dirty talk ! unedited writing
ℒ. notes : LICK ME DRY, OSAMU !
dazai fucking loved getting you to cum, all over him ― in him, in you. he will never deny that fact. coaxing you in your own cum, or his own, across your chest and around your breasts. your nipples perking slightly at the feeling of his warm seed all over you. hands that were once rough and controlled now smooth and soft against your skin as he pumps himself inside you again, his cum pooling down your body and down your thighs.
it's his way of claiming you as his without having to mark ― if you don't want to be exposed, he'll mark you another way. the way he adores much more, the deep pleasure of getting lost in the feeling. he's not ashamed, he never is when it comes to you and sex. he goes down to kiss your swollen lips ― bright red lipstick now smothered into mush and ruined.
"you're beautiful, belladonna~" as he spreads two finger across your breast, a trail of cum following his every move. it causes your heart to skip a beat, a soft moan escaped raw and he chuckled. "does someone like this~" lips tickling your neck, "when i spread my fingers juuuuuust this far ― oh, she does."
he's not fooling anyone, he loves it as well. licking you juices straight off his fingers after making you cum and locking eyes with you at the same time ― ugh it gets him all riled up. and when he shows his tongue? god, you melt.
"so pretty, my own little canvas~" he would tease as he drags his cum covered fingers down your stomach, the warm feeling causing your back to arch. a satisfied grin tugs up his lips, kissing down at your navel gently to calm you down.
"ssh, bella~ i got you, just relax and let me play for a bit more longer, yah?"
hey, he'll make you cum as many times as you want him to as long as he gets to cover you in his cum.
oh...oh he makes me feel things. smaller blurb today, im a bit busy again eheheh but i never forget about kinktober 🫶🏻
