↳ flavoured chapstick challenge ft. dazai, ranpo, tecchou, jouno, fyodor
cw// mildly suggestive → making out
DAZAI can never get enough of you. he kisses you like a starved man at any chance presented to him, taking in the taste of your lips whether or not they've been laced with a flavour other than your own. he'll pull you close, lithe fingers busying themselves in your hair while he kisses you deep.
"strawberry," he says in his sickly sweet voice, smiling against your mouth <3
RANPO figured out what you were up to before you even started kissing. immediately noticing the discarded chapstick package in your trash, he already knows the flavour, brand, and store you bought your chapstick from. still, he'll never pass up an opportunity to indulge you, playing dumb until you're satisfied.
"peach," he'll state, the moment you pull away <3
TECCHOU is absolutely obsessed with you. he wouldn't pay much mind to giving you a correct answer; maybe he didn't even notice the soft chocolate flavour lingering on your lips. all he's concerned about is you. taking you in, feeling you close to him; it's all he needs. he loves losing himself in you, maybe just a little too much this time <3
"flavour..? what flavour?"
JOUNO and his heightened senses were more than happy to accept this little challenge from you. although he can't take in your beauty with his vision, he'll let himself sink into every other aspect of you, your scent, the way you feel in his arms, and the delectable flavour lingering on your lips.
"coffee," he'll say without a moment of hesitation, picking up right where he left off <3
FYODOR is a conniving man, brimming with passion. and he was never one to shy away from a challenge. he kisses you like nothing's different, dragging his tongue across your lips as you messily make out. he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls away from you, a shimmery thread of saliva connecting your lips.
"vanilla..." he'll hum. "eos brand, manufactured in china, probably purchased last week," he'll add, before getting back to his unfinished business <3
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.
‧₊˚. 𝐹𝐸𝒜𝒯𝒰𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒢 :: Dazai x Fem!Reader, Chuuya x Fem!Reader, Atsushi x Fem!Reader, Fyodor x Fem!Reader, Ranpo x Fem!Reader ༊*·˚
⋆·˚ ༘ * WARNINGS :: (overall warnings, will be specific in individual) passing out during sex, praise, degradation, overstimulation, creampie, no protection, missionary, prone bone, cow girl, riding, doggy, slapping, begging, slight? choking, SOMNOPHILIA, oral -> female receiving, hair pulling/tugging, use of a safe word + more (total word count 5.7k+)
𝒫𝑅𝒪𝑀𝒫𝒯 :: Passing out during sex with bsd men (bc it's too overwhelming) and having to get tapped back in .ೃ࿐
‧₊˚. HONEY'S NOTE :: if this isn't your cup of tea then simply scroll past. I do not condone this behaviour in real life, this is purely fictional, meaning it isn't real.
m.list | bsd m.list
‧₊˚. DAZAI OSAMU :: missionary, prone bone, overstimulation, cervix fucking, no protection, he's kinda mean here, creampie, slight somnophilia -> fucks you slowly while your passed out before you come back in, pet names 'bella' 'belladonna' + more? (WC :: 900+ )
Your body shuddered under him, causing your grip on his hands to weaken. Your hips were secured, and then his power hoisted you onto your knees as a bicep encircled your neck, lifting your head.
Your head was lifted from the futon with as you weakly propped yourself up on your elbows, the grip was not firm.
You arched your back heavily, able at last to sink further into his embrace. Dazai leaned over, drawing you near to him and initiating a messy, moist kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth, letting out grunts as he absorbed your sounds of pleasure. Dazai moaned in satisfaction, praising you for taking him so deeply as he intensified the pressure on your back. He observed as your ass pressed against his lower stomach, gazing at your cunt with dark irises.
Watching as your strides pulled him in, creating a luscious white halo of desire around his .
"I'm bringing you immense pleasure, am I not?" Dazai moaned, his head tilting down, sweat forming on his forehead as he witnessed you unraveling and shaking from his cock, soft moans escaping your full lips.
Dazai moans, "I'm going to satisfy you completely."
"Please, I want to come," you plead, craving the release, your desperation evident as tears flow down your flushed face.
Your body tightens around him as he quickens his movements, effortlessly adjusting to the rhythm while your cries of pleasure grow louder.
"Oh, bella, bella, bella," he chants in your ear, followed by a deep groan that caused your insides to tighten around his.
You are unable to grasp any thoughts that flooded your mind.
"Come on, bella," he muttered and you convulsed around him as your climax engulfed you, your legs trembling under his increased pressure.
His didn't decrease, making you whimper from being overstimulated, but Dazai aided in it, his movements of the hips still pushing against mine, assisting me in enduring my climax as he pursued his own. Letting out a moan, he pressed his lips to yours once more while thrusting his hips forcefully against you, releasing his seed inside you which made you gasp into our kiss.
And as you sensed more of his cum filling your fertile womb, coating your inner walls in white, you could almost imagine your belly swelling from the sheer amount of his cum inside you already inside you.
"Osamu!" you gasp when he wasn't stopping, lifting your body, manhandling you to your back.
Dazai groans, "Quiet, bella."
Your hands were now pinned above your head with one of his hands, all you could do was tighten your legs around his waist and arch your back further into his advances. Although, you weren't quite sure how much you could hold out now. Your body is aching so badly, and you could feel a haze floating around your body as you become weaker.
Whimpers left your throat, your clit throbbing with a painful need for more as his pelvis made contact with your bud with every thrust. Your head was lolled back, at the pleasure coursing through you, his thrusts got rougher, so rough your breasts bounced with every hit.
Your walls continued to squeeze him tightly, your whimpers filling his ear and you indulged in the way he let out breathy groans into your neck. A gasp leaves your mouth and so did Dazai as you both came again, thrusting his cum deeper inside your walls.
"See, Belladonna," Dazai teases. "Doing so good."
Fingers digging into your waist tighter, his cock twitching restlessly inside your gummy walls. He keeps thrusting into you without stopping. You could feel the cum slipping from your pussy, and your whimpers grew louder, walls clenching around his length.
"Wait," you moan out, beginning to see white dots and black in your vision. "'Samu, wait, slow… sl-"
You clamped down onto his dick, squeezing him down tightly as you came again before you fell limp underneath him, he didn't seem to notice at that point. His head thrown back, thrusting into your cunt. Dazai's fringe was stuck to his forehead as he breathed heavily. A frown comes onto Dazai's face when he realises something, your squirming has stopped your your legs have fallen limp to the futon.
Looking down, a smirk comes onto his face, his thrusts becoming slower, but not ever leaving your cunt, watching your breath hitch with every thrust. “Oh?” he says softly, his voice curious, "My girls passed out on me."
“Now, now, belladonna,” he murmurs, his tone playfull, kissing your neck, leaving red hickies all over your collarbone. “This isn’t exactly the time to take a nap, is it?”
He taps your cheek lightly, his cock still thrusting in and out of your cum filled pussy. “Come on, wake up. You can’t leave me alone now, bella."
As you start to stir, your eyes slowly opening, Dazai’s smile brightens again. “Ah, there she is,” he says softly, leaning closer as his fingers gently brush your hair back from your face. “You know, belladonna, passing out during sex? Tsk, tsk, how dramatic.”
Your head feels heavy, and you blink up at him, disoriented. “Osamu…?”
"Shhh, bella," he coos. "'was taking good care of you while you fell asleep on me."
His thrusts speed up and you cumso hard, it feels like every system is shutting down. "'Samu!"
It’s as if that orgasm took his edge off because he takes his time now, dragging his mouth over your stomach, kissing the curves of your breasts. It wasn't too long before his own cum spills inside your pussy, a white ring forming around the base of his cock, his and your own cum mixed in.
"I think I should make you pass out more," Dazai smirks down at you.
‧₊˚.NAKAHARA CHUUYA :: mating press, somnophilia, overstimulation, passing out during sex, use of safe work (red), breeding, no protection, cumming multiple times -> not managing to say it before passing out, praise, degrading? + more? (WC :: 1.2k+ )
Your body folded into a tight mating press under Chuuya's body. And, god, you were sobbing, fat tears falling from your eyes from the pleasure and stimulation. Chuuya's cock was nuzzled perfectly up against your cervix, resting there and he kept all his cum up in your silky walls.
"Chuu," you mewl out through sobs. "It's too much."
It's been three rounds already, in the same position, and your poor body getting folded into that position. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick trusted so perfectly up into your cunt, you see stars every time you gush around his cock.
Chuuya lowers down to your trembling body, tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so rough yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your moan, and you had the same effect on him.
"You're doing so good for me," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent. "You're going to take me, sweetheart, going to take everything I give you.
"Feels s' full though, Chuuya," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."
He presses his lips to yours, his tongue entangling with your own and you both moan into each other's mouths. Chuuya drags his length out, a breathless sigh emitting from your mouth into his own, relief crossing your features, thinking that the two of you were done.
But then, all of a sudden your head was thrown back in overstimulation, and a moan strung from your mouth as his cock slides right back into your cum filled walls.
"Sweetheart, please," Chuuya whispers into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "Continue f'r me?"
"'mmmm m'kay, be gentle," you huff. "So rough before, Chuu."
His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of your needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Chuuya was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.
Chuuya was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused you to scream out in fulfilment. "I know, my love," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. "Taking it real good, such a slut."
Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Chuuya's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot.
You sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but… Too much, Chuuya. Slow down, too much."
"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, "It's alright, sweetheart, you can hold out," he coos.
Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster, and your knees and thighs ached being pushed so close to your chest and head.
"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. "So big, you feel so big, Chuuya."
Chuuya hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans.
"Good girl, taking me so deep," Chuuya groaned, pulling away from your mouth.
"Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Chuuya groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.
"Gonna fill you up," Chuuya groans. "You're taking me so deep, deserve to have my cum."
"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."
You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a good girl," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length.
"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.
"C'mon darling," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was.
His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper, but Chuuya didn't seem to understand your predicament, you were so fucked out, your mind running laps in stars and your vision blurring. You began to see stars in you peripheral vision. "Slow down! Chuu! Hurts!" you managed to whimper out but you could feel yourself slipping. "Re-…."
You head falls limp to the pillow, a scrunched but peacfull expression falling on your face, Chuuya was too pussy drunk to even notice for the first couple of seconds. He feels your hands slip from his hair, that's only when he notices, when he really looks at you. Chuuya's eyes widen in absolute confusion. Chuuya freezes mid-motion, his sharp blue eyes widening.
“Oi—!” he blurts out. He pulls back immediately, his hands already reaching for you, shaking your shoulders gently but firmly.
“Baby? What are you doing?” His voice is a little rough around the edges, panic creeping in, though he’s trying to keep it together.
For a second, he stares at you, as if not fully believing what just happened. Then, his concern takes over, and he shifts his position, sitting up straighter, cradling you in his arms. His fingers move to check your pulse.
“Dammit… come on, wake up,” he mutters under his breath, tapping your cheek lightly. “This is not the time to be passing out on me.”
Finally, you begin to stir, your eyelids fluttering as you slowly regain consciousness. “Thank God,” he breathes, his hand moving to stroke your hair as he hovers over you.
Your vision is blurry, and you blink up at him, still dazed. “Chuuya…?”
“Yeah, it’s me,” he replies quickly. “You passed out, idiot.”
“I-I did…?” you ask, embarrassed, as you try to sit up, but Chuuya holds you down gently.
“Whoa, whoa, easy there,” he says. “Don’t try to get up too fast. You scared the hell outta me, y’know that?”
You nod weakly, still embarrassed. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to…”
“You don’t need to apologize, but damn, don’t pull that on me again.” He pauses, his hands resting on either side of your face as he leans down, his forehead pressing lightly against yours. “Just… rest for a minute, alright? I’m not going anywhere.”
"I did try to say the safe word…. but i…."
"I'll make sure to be more focused next time, sweetheart, sorry, baby," he apologises.
‧₊˚.DOSTEVESKY FYODOR :: somnophilia, doggy?? bent over a desk??, rough sex, cockwarming, degredation, pet names (both him and you) 'myshka' 'fedya' "lyubov' 'shlyukha' + more? (WC :: 1.6k+ i got carried away hahaha)
God, you didn't know how long you've been sitting here for, your back flush against Fyodor's back with his cock snug inside of you. Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. Why did he more than usual all of a sudden?
Not only was the amount of paperwork bugging you, every time you move, it could be only a slight movement, you would instantly come on his cock. Fyodors cock was nudged so deep inside you, resting right against your cervix.
The only problem was, was that every time you did come, Fyodor's arm, which was tightly wrapped around your waist, got tighter, rendering your more from movement.
"Myshka," Fyodor hums, his mouth close to your ear and you pushed down a moan. "You are making it very hard for me to do my work."
Forcing down a mewl, you managed to reply, "S-Sorry, Fedya."
"You are? Well... you are making quite the mess as well," he continues, his hand moving lower and you hold your breath in anticipation.
You immediately cover your mouth with a shaky hand, your legs trembling further as Fyodors skilled fingers began to press down onto your sensitive nub.
"F-Fedya," you moan muffled again your palm.
"You're being loud as well," Fyodor mummers, almost in a disappointed tone. "Can't have that now, can we?"
It only took a few singular moments to which you were now getting bent over his desk, a loud gasp falling past your lips at the action. Documents go flying everywhere while Fyodors cold hand trails up the back of your thigh, hiking your skirt up higher to your hips, getting a better angle to see your cunt.
He hums in thought, seeing how that his pelvis and lower abdomen is soaked with your cum, now dripping down his balls.
"Fedya, please," you whimper.
"Please, what? Myshka?" he hums, wanting to hear your answer.
"Move, please, F-Fedya," you replied, all you wanted was for him to begin to move.
"Alright," Fyodor says simply. "I'm gonna do as I please, and your going to take all of it."
Your eyes widened and before you could register it, he pulled out, just so his tip was insight your seeping hole before slamming into your cunt.
"Fedya!" you moan, your hands were now pinned to your back, his singular hand holding your wrists while the other digs into the flesh on your wait, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Fyodor's length nudged the deepest spot within you.
"Look how you take me in," Fyodor grunts. "Such a good shlyukha."
You sigh in pleasure at the degradative praise, he knew that you loved to be worshipped in an abasement way, you savoured his words struck him so deeply. In a way he never wanted to call you anything else. But he didn't move, he wanted to relish in on how you desired to cause friction, desired to move against his touch, but couldn't.
Fyodor's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside. Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Fyodor rolled his hips into yours.
A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides. Fyodor's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.
You couldn't, your legs were spread widen and you were pinned to the desk His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of my needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Fyodor was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.
Fyodor was filling me up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused me to scream out in fulfilment.
"I'm listening, Myshka, don't be so loud," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. "Found it haven't I?" Fyodor hummed.
Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Fyodor's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot.
"Y-yeah," you sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but... Too much, Fedya. Slow down, too much."
"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, how contradicting he thought your words were, you were denying your body the release that you so desperately needed.
"Looks like you pussy is saying something else," Fyodor added. Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't.
"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. Your body trembled beneath him. Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. Fyodor hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans.
"Good Myshka, taking me so deep," Fyodor groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper. He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with purple iris'.
Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of arousal around the base of his cock Fyodor groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.
A satisfied smirk came onto Fyodor's face as he watched those tears that welled in your fluffy lash line spill down your smooth cheeks.
"Such a good little- shlyukha," Fyodor groans.
"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."
You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate.
"Such a good myshka," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length.
"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.
"Please, please, please.""
"Go ahead," he moans and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was.
His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper in overstimulation, only he doesn't stop. It was too much, his balls slapping relentlessly agasint yoru clit and his cock hitting your soft spot every singlt time, it's too much.
You began to see black, white and yellow spots dancing in my vision as he refused to slow down, chasing his own high but before you. could even register, you were out, gone, asleep, knocked out, passed out.
Fyodor immediately noticed, because eyour loud racket of moans had completely ceased and a faint frown touches his lips, though no panic flashes across his face. Fyodor tilts his head as he removes himself from your cunt, more interested know in you.
“Hmm...” he murmurs under his breath, his long fingers gently brushing against your neck, checking your pulse. He lingers there for a second, his touch cool against your skin, you never fail to surprise him in the most interesting situations.
“Fainting, are we? How curious,” he whispers softly to himself. He’s not hurried, he leans down slowly, his breath ghosting over your ear. “Wake up, my dear,” he commands in that smooth, hypnotic tone, his fingers now softly stroking your cheek. Slowly, you start to stir, your eyelids fluttering open.
The disorientation hits you first, but before you can sit up, Fyodor’s hand presses lightly on your shoulder, keeping you in place.
“Easy now,” he says in that low, velvety voice of his.
“What… what happened?” you ask, your mind still fuzzy. He smirks, just slightly.
“You fainted,” he explains. “The intensity of the moment must have been too much for you.” Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and you try to move, but Fyodor’s hand remains firm on your shoulder, preventing you from getting up too quickly.
“I-I’m fine now,” you stammer, trying to shake off the disorientation,
“Are you?” he asks. There’s something in his gaze—something almost predatory—as he watches you, but his expression remains calm, composed.
He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his fingers cool against your skin. “Rest for a moment,” he says softly, his words carrying an air of command that you instinctively obey. “Your body clearly needs time to recover. We wouldn’t want a repeat of this, now would we?”
You bite your lip. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to—”
“No need to apologize,” Fyodor interrupts smoothly, his smile deepening. “It’s... fascinating to witness your vulnerability like this. But don’t worry,” he adds, leaning in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “I’ll keep you comfortable for now, Myska, before I take you again."
‧₊˚.NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI :: slight cockwarming, cervix fucking, use of {y/n} cowgirl. side fucking (idk what it's called, it'll come to me lmao), missionary, passing out, needy Atsushi, inexperienced Atsushi, begging, him being rlly worried, apologieses sm + more? (WC :: ~800+ )
Atsushi is a whimpering mess under you, he didn't know what to do as you bounced on him, his cock was pulsing inside your walls while his hands pawed and gripped tightly into your thigh and hip. His cock was constantly hitting that sweet spot inside you, causing you to moan out every single time his dick hit your cervix, fuck, your legs hurt so bad but you really want to come.
Whimpers escape Atsushi's lips effortlessly, legs trembling as your ass comes into contact with his body, hitting his balls which made him throw his head back in ecstasy.
Your thighs are burning, you let out a strained moan slips past your lips. "{Y/n}," he whimpers out in broken syllables, he was so fucked out, but he still looked so effortlessly pretty, his white choppy hair splays out on the pillow, purple and yellow eyes screwed shut in pleasure.
"I know, baby," you moan out, knees about to buckle, you so wanted to keep on going but they gave out, knees hitting the futon, his cock fully nudged into your dripping cunt.
Atsushi's grip tightens on your hips at the sudden movement, the coil in his stomach tightening so much he just wanted to cum so badly but you had stopped moving. "Please," Atsushi stutters out through tight lips, he was trying to move your hips but your thighs were aching too much.
"Gimme a sec," you reply breathlessly.
"Baby, no I can't wait," he whimpers.
He opens his eyes and was met with the most ethereal sight of you, your head was thrown back as your chest was heaving in air, catching your breath, your breasts pushed together as your hands were on his lower abdomen.
And... God... the mix of his precum... your arousal on his pelvis made the coil tighten in his abdomen again, seeing the bulge of were his cock is in you soft, tight cunt. You lift your hips once more about to grind down on to his dick, but Atsushi has other plans.
His eyes were wide with pleasure as he sat up and pushed you down, making sure his cock was still snug in your tight heat. A surprised gasp leaves your mouth and before you could say any thing, before you knew it, you were on your side with Atsushi holding one of your legs, cock going deeper into your spongey walls.
Then, his mouth was on yours, tongues tangling with each other clumsily while Atsushi's hips rutt into your own. Your moans getting swallowed up by his mouth, you were on the edge, every time Atsushi's cock pounds into your soft cunt, it hits your sweet spot and his pelvis grazed your clit every single thrust.
"So good, baby, you're doing so well for me," you praised, stars were blurring your vision and tears were spilling past your lash line while he began to move faster, the coil in your tummy was so tight, you need to cum so bad but it's too much.
"Atsushi," you sob. "Wa-Wait... S-Slow down!"
Atsushi couldn't hear you, all he could hear were your moans, the sound of the lewd squelching coming from the contact between your pretty cunt on his cock. He began to thrust harder and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he then starts sucking and biting on your neck.
"Please , let me cum," Atsushi whimpers against your neck. "I've been so good, please."
"Baby, you can but please, slow..." your head and vision began to become blurry and those were the last words that spilled from your mouth when you fall limp against the futon.
Atsushi immediately noticed that your tight grip on his hair and arm had loosened. "Baby?" he called out, his eyes widened when he notices your peaceful expression and how you looked like you were asleep. But he frowned and nibbled on his lip, you weren't asleep, you passed out he realised.
He gently slipped hic cock out from you cunt and worriedly scanned his eyes over your body before gently tapping your cheek. "Baby," he whispers.
Groggily, you open your eyes and see Atsushi, a breif flicker of confusion crossed your face before you realised what happened.
"You fell asleep, baby, or passed out is the better way to say it..." Atsushi confirmed.
A soft teasing smile comes onto your lips, "That just mean your too good at this, baby." Looking down briefly, you see that he's still painfully hard. "You want me to help," you coo pecking his cheek.
Atsushi's cheeks flare red. "You don't have too! I know you probably would be tired."
"You don't need to worry, baby," you reply teasingly, kissing his lips, your tongue intertwining with his and in between breaths you say. "I know you need my help, my pretty boy."
Your hand squeezes the base of his dick and he gasps into the kiss, then you make sure he will finish all nicely.
Stretched down beneath Ranpo, with your head thrown back against the soft pillow beneath your head, your legs slung over his shoulders. Additionally, a little pillow was placed beneath your hips, so if Ranpo felt like eating your cunt, he could take as much time as he liked. After a demanding day of bothersome cases, he would extract every orgasm from you with his tongue and fingers. You are his favourite sweet after all.
"Ranpo," you whimper out as his nose bumps against your clit, tongue lapping at your soaked folds.
"Mmmmm," he hums against your clit as he moved his mouth from your entrance, the vibrations causing you to gasp out in pleasure.
You don't know how long you have been here for, but you do know that Ranpo had drawn out three orgasms from you, an hour you thought, he had you here for an our. As much as Ranpo loved to eat you out and indulge in your essence, he loved to edge you, so you'd be squirming under him.
Arching your back, your cunt only pressed further into Ranpo's face, you just wanted to have your release, you body was aching, aching so much. You could see stars every time he curls his fingers into your sweet spot, but he wasn't doing that right now, his fingers were just resting inside your tight heat.
"Ranpo," you whine subtly, you just wanted him to hurry up, but he was taking so long
Every stripe of his tongue on your clit made your body shudder, so much so that you felt as if you were doing to pass out. Although, you thought that if he would go any faster, you would in fact pass out, so you were in a bit of a predicament. Going slow, just made you exhausted and any faster you would pass out.
"You'll be alright," Ranpo reassures, of course he'd know that you'd be alright, he is the smartest, isn't he?
"I don't… don't think I will," you moan.
"Yeah you will."
Gosh, he was so hard to talk back to.
A whimper leaves your mouth when he places a kiss on your clit and your thighs clench around his head. You attempt to arch away from the overwhelming sensation but Ranpo grip keeps you in place.
"Ranpo," you moan out. "Feels so good, making me feel so good."
He loves praise and you love giving it to him.
You could feel Ranpo smirk against your drenched folds. "C'mon, you gotta say more than that, sweety," he urges.
Once more, Ranpo's nose brushes up against your delicate clit, and your grip on his hair tightened. A satisfied sigh seeps through him into your folds as a mewl from your full lips. As he sucked your clit between his lips and flicked your sensitive bud with his tongue, Ranpo was eagerly moving his head in motion to get a full dive into your cunt.
You whimpered before answering, trying to gather your scattered thoughts, "Mmmmm~ you're the only one who can do this to me, Ranpo, you know me so well, making me-- feel s' good," you slur, drunk on pleasure.
His tongue climbs up from your wet hole to your clit while you let out a moan. Your thighs tighten around his head as a result of his advances, and as you grind down on his face, a moan echoes through your clit.
Your lips were filled with chants of his name, and he relished every moment of it. Ranpo's two fingers inside your cunt began to move once more, you eyes widened, your back further arched into his face, thighs clenching tighter around your head.
"Ranpo, f-feels s' good," you moan, tears welling in your lash line, he was making you feel so good.
His finger pressed up against that soft spot inside your walls. Ranpo was slow with his pace as he curled his fingers every time he entered your cunt, along with sucking and licking at your puffy, sensitive clit.
"See taking it so well," Ranpo moans against you, refusing to rut his hips into the futon, this was your pleasure, not his own.
A moan arouses from you and your hips grind themselves onto his face. He let you for once have some sort of control over the situation, and he decided that if you came quicker he'll let you do it more often. "That's it," he praised.
You cry his name through broken letters, and he moves more quickly and needily, and the one hold he had on your leg tightens. Your fingers encircled his locks to prevent him from moving and force him to breathe more deeply into your folds as your tummy coil tightened.
The grunts just served to tip you over the brink, and when he pressed his tongue firmly against your clit, you let out a low-pitched scream. Your stomach coil parted, drenching his face in liquid.
With your soaked pussy flowing out from your swollen folds, he carefully withdrew his fingers. You softly mewls in overstimulation and plants a kiss on your clit before going right back in, but faster and your thighs clamp shut.
"Ranpo!" you moan, chest heaving. "Too much, sensitive, wait!"
"Just one more," Ranpo moans, hips rutting into harder into the futon, he too wanted to cum, you looked so pretty here and tasted so divine, he just needed to.
You really couldn't do it anymore, well you wanted too but you could see the black dots and stars covering your vision. You believed you could endure. But you couldn't as you fell limp under the detective. Your thighs loosened significantly and the strong grip you had on Ranpo's hair went slack, and your back fell flat to the covers.
Ranpo immediately notices and pauses, lifting his head from in between your thighs and seeing your peaceful face. "Huh?" he mutters, blinking in disbelief. "Really? “This isn’t some trick, is it?”
He pocks your cheek and watches your head loll to the side and a murmur leaving your lips. "She passed out. That wasn't something I saw coming." Ranpo said in disbelief. "Hey, wake up,” Ranpo adds.
You open you eyes, disoriented and groggy, you could feel Ranpo hovering over you and you squint your eyes slightly, as you were confused at what he was doing. His face was closer than usual his green eyes staring into yours, almost as if he was making sure you were okay. (it was obvious he wasn't about to give you a kiss so you were confused at what this man was doin).
"Finally," he sighed in relief. "I thought you were going to sleep through the whole thing."
You blinked, confused. "W-What happened?" you murmured, trying to sit up, but Ranpo gently pushed you back down.
"Hold on, don’t move too fast," he said, his tone soft. He sat back slightly on the futon, watching you closely, he didn't want you to faint agasin. “You passed out.”
"I… I did?" you say in shock
Ranpo nodded. “Yep. One minute you were all into it, and then you were asleep. Didn't see that one coming. You really know how to keep things interesting," he added.
You blushed, embarrassed and unsure of how to respond, but before you could say anything, Ranpo continued. “Don’t worry, though. I checked everything—you’re fine. Probably just overdid it a little.”
"Next time, maybe try not to pass out on me, okay?" he teased, but as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face. “Take it easy for a bit. I’ve got you. You can go to sleep now, I've cleaned you up, maybe go pee though."
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Osamu adores any expression of affection, even the smallest one. And he is often the initiator.
Just walking together through the city or the park, Dazai might hold your hand in his.
However, more often when alone, he takes your hands in his, gently stroking them. This creates a feeling of peace in his soul.
The feeling that there is still a person next to him for whom he should live.
"You are my light that prevents me from perishing in the darkness. Please, stay with me forever."
Chuuya Nakahara
Nakahara has a very hot-tempered character and everyone knows it. But few know that you can calm his ardor. Your touches to the esper's hands are like anti-stress and even a n#rcotic for him. Chuya can never get enough.
The esper usually initiates the contact himself, but due to the nature of his work, it usually happens when he wants to keep you close to him in case of danger or because of jealousy.
Holding your hand in his and rubbing your knuckles with his thumb, the mafia man is able to relax after a long day of work and put his thoughts in order.
"As long as my heart beats, I will always be by your side. No one dares to lay a finger on you."
Atsushi Nakajima
Atsushi is a very shy guy. He really wants to show you all his love and make you the happiest, but his insecurity and terrible shyness get in his way.
And yet, he doesn't mind if you take his hand first. This can terribly embarrass the guy, but he will never let go of your hand. He will squeeze it in his.
And as long as you are holding his hand, it gives him confidence.
"When you're near me, I feel like I can overcome any obstacles."
Akutagawa Ryunosuke
The mafia member is not a fan of any physical contact. Any display of affection is foreign to him, especially if it's in public.
In rare cases, when he's not at work and you're walking around the city, he might take your hand in his, saying it's necessary to keep from losing you in the crowd.
However, the esper will not object if you take his hand. Akutagawa may grumble and express his dissatisfaction, but deep down he really likes your gentle touches. But for heaven's sake, don't take his hand in yours when around colleagues. He has an established reputation. He can't spoil it.
"Forgot your gloves again? Your hands are icy. Give them here, or you'll get sick and then I'll have to treat you…"
Rampo Edogawa
Rampo is somewhat like a child. He loves any expression of affection, especially if it comes from you.
You usually hold Edogawa's hand when walking around the city because you are afraid of losing him, as usually happens. And while your hands are intertwined, the detective is filled with a feeling of pride, and a wide smile does not leave his face.
And if you took the guy by the hand, then wait until Rampo gets bored or he wants to eat sweets. A big child, what to say?
"If I were in your place, I would also want to hold the greatest detective by the hand."
Fyodor Dostoevsky
The man's hands are always very cold, but the touches to you are always gentle and full of love.
Fyodor likes to run his hands from your shoulders to your wrists with his hands, so that at the end he can lift your hands to his face and gently kiss your knuckles, thereby cherishing you.
When you are together, he has nothing to worry about. Dostoevsky does not care about work and everything that happens around. There is only you and him.
"For me, there is nothing more important than you, my angel."
Nikolai Gogol
Gogol loves to take your hands in his.
When you sit together, he holds your hand in his and draws patterns with neat movements on the inside of your hand. The man likes how your miniature hand looks in his big one.
However, most of all he loves to interlock your fingers. In such moments, it seems that his clown mask disappears and he becomes so calm and peaceful. At such moments, it is better not to interrupt you, because the person may meet aknife in the middle of the forehead.
"I am yours, and you are mine. No one dares to take you away from me, my dear little bird."
Мори Ogai
Mori is an incredibly busy man, but he always makes time for you.
Most often, when you go to the mall with Elise, Mori and you hold each other's hands. Elise usually joins in too, and from an outsider's perspective, you look like a happy family.
But the special moments of tenderness are reserved for the privacy of your home.
As you lie in bed, relaxing after a tough workday, your hands gently stroke each other. You engage in carefree conversations. But Ougai has often thought that your ring finger looks empty without a wedding ring (something he needs to rectify).
"I cannot imagine my life without you. I love you, my dear."
pt. 1 Fyodor, Poe, Chuuya | pt. 2 Fukuzawa, Kunikida, Dazai | pt. 3 Ranpo, Akutagawa, Ango | pt. 4 Sigma, Mori, Tetcho | pt. 5 (finale) Atsushi, Nikolai
Ranpo
you get a weird voicemail from Ranpo in which he was whimpering and saying "please, please, [y/n]," and then there was some fumbling with the phone and it cut off.
you're worried, of course you are, thinking maybe someone had taken him or hurt him and he needed your help, so you rush to his dorm and pound on the door, calling his name
you press your ear to the door and hear some muffled voices suddenly cut off, then hard footsteps approaching.
when ranpo throws the door open, his face is flushed, his hat and glasses are no where to be seen but his eyes are wide open, pupils dilated. you glance down and notice his clothes are disheveled, his shirt not tucked in, his fly undone, he's not wearing any shoes.
"WHAT" he snaps.
"i-- i thought you were-- you sent me a voicemail, it sounded like you were hurt or something??"
his face falls and simultaneously gets significantly redder, he steps back slightly and tries to think of what to say. that's when you spot his open laptop on the table beside a box of tissues and some lotion
"oh fuck," you say, looking from it to him. "holy shit, you were-- oh my god i'm so sorry!!"
he panics, trying to block your view "what? no-- no, i can explain, i was--"
"wait, was that voicemail in the middle of you masturbating?? dude, you said my name"
"seriously, it's-- no, i didn't, it was a misunderstanding!!"
"you know, you're a terrible liar, ranpo. brilliant mind, but a terrible liar."
Akutagawa
god he looks hot in this gif
Mori sends you to get Akutagawa for an impromptu meeting, which you have a sinking feeling is about your conduct with Akutagawa during the last mission. you nearly missed a target because you were, ahem... busy... in an alley together.
the first place you look for akutagawa, obviously, is in his own office, but he isn't there. in the hallway you run into Gin, so you ask if she knows where her brother is, and she says he was looking for you not long ago, so you decide to check your own office.
as soon as you crack the door open you hear the wet noise of his precum-damp hand pumping his cock. since you started hooking up, he's been finding you nearly every day to get his load off, it's no surprise that he's doing it here without you.
"akutagawa," you hiss, slinking into your office and locking the door behind you. "mori wants us to meet him now, probably about this exactly thing. i don't think we can keep doing this."
his hand stops and he glares at you, frowny mouth turning further to a scowl.
"mori may be the head of the organization, but he can't tell me who i can fuck. come here."
you take a second to decide, but when akutagawa stretches his free hand out to you, you rush to accept it. his expression brightens, no longer scowling but now smirking.
"good girl. mori can wait, can't he?"
"yes," you nod, sinking to your knees in front of him.
you meet with mori only after the taste of akutagawa's cum fills your mouth
Ango
You work into your lunch break, trying to finish a report that your boss needs asap. when you finally finish, you rush to ango's office to drop it off. you throw the door open without knocking, walk in several steps, and only then do you notice a few things:
he's not at lunch, he's still sitting at his desk.
his dick is out, in hand.
he's staring at you, in shock, with a slightly grumpy look on his face.
"sir!"
"close the fucking door," he demands, and you oblige quickly, trying to slip out as well, but he stops you. "ah, ah-- you stay. just close the door, and lock it while you're at it."
you do and slowly turn around to face him, and you can't help but to watch the way his fingers tease the head of his cock, brushing across the slit, feeling every contour of the tip.
"is that the finished report?"
"yes sir..."
"bring it to me."
you walk on shaky legs toward him, and his hand goes back to stroking himself as you get closer. you try to lay the report on his desk, but she shakes his head and reaches his free hand out. you give it to him, and he raises an eyebrow at you.
"why are you shaking?"
you try to stutter out a response, settling on "i don't know what to do."
"i find that hard to believe," he says slowly, turning toward the empty space beside his chair. "you always know what to do. that's why you're my best assistant."
the praise isn't anything new, he's always far nicer to you than anyone else he works with. you should have known the day he would hit on you or ask you out would come, but you never expected it to happen at work, and not like this.
"yes sir..." you say, slowly rounding his desk until you're standing in front of him. you drop to your knees and he sighs contentedly, leaning his head back against his chair and closing his eyes.
"good girl," he moans when your mouth touches him. "the best."
Day 4: Playing board games | "I have no regrets."
Bungou Stray Dogs: Ranpo Edogawa x Fem!Reader
Warnings/Genre: fluff, suggestive but no smut, not proof read
Word count: 1,152
Summary: Ranpo’s Ultra Deduction and your reality altering luck ability go head to head.
AN: whether or not the twist towards the end is real, or ranpo allows it, is up to you. p.s. the flop, the turn, and the river refer to stages of a poker game
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With so many people working at the Agency now, the boss greenlit the idea to host a Christmas party in the office. After all, what else was a gang of stray dogs going to do, with nowhere to go, on Christmas Day?
Each desk was set with a different board or card game - Monopoly, Uno!, Catan, Cluedo… There would have been space for Scrabble, but Kunikida insisted his desk was not to be touched. He did not leave its side all night, watching innocent bystanders from behind his misted glasses.
You tried each of the games once, but strategy wasn’t your strong suit. You won one game of Uno! and lost at all the other board games - the ones where luck was not the only important factor in winning. Heavily, you fall into one of the couches in the corner, letting yourself sink far into its worn cushions. Dazai was watching from the opposite couch with an unreadable expression.
He throws a standard pack of playing cards on the table between you. That would have been enough to convince you, but of course, this was Dazai. Sparks were practically shooting from his head, “I’ve always wondered - can you beat The World’s Greatest Detective, bella?”
With a tut and a flick of your hair, you stride over to your colleagues playing Scrabble at your desk, and motion for them to move to the floor. Atsushi was not going to say no to you. With their tiles carefully replicated in the middle of the office’s green-tiled floor, you pull the poker set out of your top drawer - the one Dazai took the cards from.
The World’s Greatest Detective, aka Edogawa Ranpo, needed no convincing from Dazai, he sat at the other side of your desk in an instant, his eyes following your nimble hand movements as you distributed the poker chips between you evenly. “Does anybody else want to join?” You called out to the rest of the room. They all shook their heads; now was the time to watch. Even you didn’t know what would happen - you wondered if Ranpo did?
Your special ability was Good Luck. It didn’t always work in the way you wanted, but it got you to where you were today. Before joining the agency, you had made a living in casinos and then by playing poker professionally. Not once, in your life, have you ever lost a game. But facing off against the world’s smartest man (sorry, detective) left you stiff in your chair. He can’t read minds or break through poker faces, but he was your boyfriend too - he knew every single face you could make like the back of his hand. Chances are that your luck, your reality-altering ability, may not save you this time. Not against the talented Ranpo.
Twice! He’s beaten you twice now! Your chips dwindle - they’ve never done that before. Ranpo guards them nonchalantly, waving a lollipop around as he talks, “The World’s Greatest Detective really is unbeatable, huh?” he pops the sweet back into his mouth. One more time, you can’t walk away from this a total loser.
Yosano collects the cards and begins shuffling them, weaving them elegantly between her fingers. You close your eyes and exhale, turn it off, the sound of the cards slapping against each other is like music to your ears, give me something terrible. The last, and only, time you ever turned your luck off truly was terrible. Fukuzawa restrained it in you, a poor attempt to stop you from ‘swindling’ patrons at casinos. “It’s unbecoming of a future detective,” he’d said.
Well, you got it back two days later. Only because it became evident that you couldn’t live without it - a close call with the stairs, the lift, a car on the street. It was more trouble than it was worth, as you weren’t even able to leave the agency office - or indeed stay inside it - unharmed.
But this would be worth it, you decided, and Ranpo wouldn’t see it coming. Fukuzawa’s theory that it helped you function was being proven once again, for you cut yourself on your cards as you picked them up and you bruised your knee on the underside of the table in your excitement. You couldn’t be unluckier. A black two, a red three. There’s no way a sane person could win with this hand. Straight lipped and dead-eyed, you stare at Ranpo over your cards.
The flop. Both you and Ranpo are confident, you raise the bet and he matches. The turn. He hesitates when you raise your bet by a substantial amount, but pushes the same number of chips in anyway, “Call,” he mumbles.
The river. “All in,” your excitement is beating through your chest, you swallow the smile crawling onto your face. Ranpo’s too distracted by your erratic move. Surely you’ve got something good?
He contemplates for an eternity, jade eyes dart between his hand, the dealer’s hand, your face. Ranpo can’t see through you at all. This is the smart man’s dilemma, you’re beaming in your head, the most intelligent man in the world could never call such a foolish bet, no matter how good his cards were.
“I fold,” he throws his cards face up on the table, a whine tinges his voice.
“Ha!” You slam both hands on the table, startling Ranpo as he’s rocking on the hind legs of his chair. He quickly reaches for the desk to steady himself and looks at your measly two and three. If he just had the nerve, if he matched you at the end, he would have ruined you with the singular Ace in his deck. But he didn’t. He surrendered to you, of all people.
He huffed and crossed his arms, turning his face away from the amused laughter and chatter. “What an entertaining game!” Dazai clapped his hands together slowly, a disturbing smile spreading across his face.
“Anytime,” you bow to them all with exaggerated hand movements, relief washed over you as you felt luck, pure gold, returning to your veins.
Ranpo sulked all the way home. Not a single word, not a single sweet eaten, not a single brush of his fingers against yours. Just him trailing two paces behind while you still basked in the glory of your dramatic win.
Click! The front door of your shared apartment shuts behind you, there’s no time for you to lock it as Ranpo takes both your wrists in one hand and pins them above your head. He locks you in place with a knee between your legs, pushing up just enough to make you whimper.
Your boyfriend leans forward and whispers in your ear, “I’m gonna punish you for showing me up in front of everyone like that.” He presses his leg higher again into your core, just a little; just enough to leave you wanting more.
“I have no regrets,” you grin.
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Just my thoughts on what the ada characters would be if they were in an a/b/o au, no kenji and kyouka.
Dazai is an alpha but he acts like an omega.
i know most people would think that he's an omega but listen, dazai acts childish most of the times to appear less threatening and more naive, he wants people to put their guards down when they're around him, and it just makes sense that he's an alpha who acts like an omega.
do you see my vision?
Ranpo is an omega, my first thought was that he would be a beta but thinking about it he seems like the opposite of dazai.
he's an omega who acts like an alpha or more like an omega who wants to be an alpha, we know that ranpo lies to himself and pretends to have an ability, so i feel like he would be an omega who pretends to be an alpha.
Fukuzawa is an alpha, he's strong, responsible leader, a good father and most importantly a green flag, we love him.
he would make a great alpha tbh.
i don't think i need to explain, you get it right?
Kunikida is a beta, i don't think that he would fit as an alpha, and he really doesn't fit as an omega.
he is responsible, trustworthy and hard working, but i feel like he would be a beta.
a safe choice, right?
Yosano is an alpha, i was actually thinking that she would be a beta but she fits more as an alpha.
i don't think i need to explain it, do i? she's a mommy, she would make a gorgeous alpha.
Atsushi is a beta, i know some of you thinks that he would be a beta but come on guys, he's a beta.
he's actually close to an alpha with his strength and power, but he lacks confidence and he has low self esteem and he hates himself (he disparately needs a therapist) and if it weren't for all of that he would have made an excellent alpha.
but a beta suits him best
Tanizaki is a beta, it suits him best honestly, i feel like his sister would be the same.
an omega tanizaki doesn't really sit well with me, and being an alpha doesn't really suits him.
a beta is the safest option for him.
and that's it, this was just a silly idea that came to my mind at 2am and after thinking about it and writing it it became 3:06am.
if you disagree with something don't hesitate to comment it, and give me your thoughts on this. maybe i'll write for pm or doa next...
Ranpo Edogawa had always been the confident genius, the unparalleled detective of the Armed Detective Agency. Yet, when it came to his new relationship with Y/N, confidence took on a different flavor—one laced with hesitation and awkwardness.
Y/N adored him. She loved his quirks, his smug smirk, and the way he cared for her so deeply… But there was one thing she wished for more than anything else—simple, physical affection. Ranpo, for how clingy he may seem, wasn’t exactly touchy-feely. He had no problem holding her hand when they were walking, kissing her cheek, making it known she was his… but anything beyond that? A hug? Cuddling on the couch? It just… didn’t come naturally to him.
Y/N tried not to let it bother her, but her touch-starved heart ached in quiet moments. Like now. She sat on Ranpo’s couch, curled up at one end while he sprawled at the other, his legs stretched out as he flipped through one of her mystery novels, that she forgot last time, boasting about how simple the answer was. The distance wasn’t awkward, just… not what she wanted…
“Hey, Ranpo,” Y/N ventured, her voice soft. “Do you ever, um… feel like cuddling?”
Ranpo looked up from his book, his green eyes narrowing slightly. “Cuddling? You mean, like… sitting close and hugging? Isn’t that what people do when they’re cold or scared?”
Y/N pouted, her cheeks warming. “Sometimes, yeah. But sometimes people do it just because it feels nice. It’s comforting.”
Ranpo tilted his head, his gaze sharp but curious. “Comforting, huh? I don’t really get it. But if you like it, why not just say so?”
“I—” Y/N paused, biting her lip. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Ranpo blinked at her, then hummed, watching her reaction. After a moment, he closed his book and set it aside. Without a word, he shuffled closer to her on the couch. Y/N held her breath as he pulls her into his chest, his arms holding her tightly.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his tone softer this time, trying to make it as “comforting” as he possibly can.
Y/N’s heart swelled, and she leaned into him gently, resting her head against his shoulder. “Yeah,” she murmured, smiling. “Exactly what i wanted...”
Ranpo watches as she melts into his embrace, his lips curling into a small smile.
“Hm. This isn’t so bad,” he said, his voice softening. “You’re warm.”
Y/N chuckled quietly, her nose finding the crook of his neck. “You’re comfy…”
Ranpo smirks, “of course i am. I’m the best after all!”.
“Of course,” Y/N teased, her eyes having a soft glint to them in the dim light “you wanna know what else you are?” Ranpo tilts his head at the question, “yeah?”
“You’re my Ranpo”
Ranpo huffed, “Your ranpo, huh? Well.. as long as i’m good at that as well i’ll allow you to call me that.” He mumbles against her temple, pressing a soft kiss there.
