ranpo choked, his head shook as he lay still under you. juices squirted out of the place you two connected at—pooling in his abdomen as you rode him shamelessly.
you wore his hat in an attempt to tease him—little did you know it only made him harder seeing you wear what he cherises. he winced, orgasm shaking over him, eyes clamped shut once again as his throbbing cock squirted essence so hard it made his balls hurt.
sticky webs shooting into your walls that felt seemingly endless as you couldn’t find that point of satisfaction, not that squirting multiple times didn’t feel like nothing; it just felt like you were only halfway to having your fill.
you just didn’t know how long it would take until ranpo snapped in half before you did.
he protested, “not too rough!—”
“i thought i told you i’d take care of it.” your hips shook between each word, slamming your pelvis into him sharply.
“we’re supposed to have a slow day today, i-it’s our day off..” he pouted, still sweating under the pressure.
you leaned against him, breasts squeezing against his chest as you linked with his tongue. you tasted his sweet breath and took it like it was yours, perhaps it was all the sweets he ate that made his saliva taste so delectable. ranpo accepted your touch so willingly you had thought he deserved the praise.
maybe that’ll be for dessert, all things taste better when it's washed down between courses.
spit spread across your tongue, you clung to him—cherishing every last part of him with a smile sweeter than what he eats.
“don’t be lazy, ranpo.. just one more, how ‘bout it?”
he looked around shyly, as if he was playing along.
“how could i ever say no to you, dearie?” ranpo grinned wearily.
you instantly met him with a kiss on the forehead, butterflies swirling in your stomach like how you were when you were first together. you could almost see the hearts bubbling and popping in his eyes—his smile dopey and his eyes blissful.
you locked your hands with his, fingers intertwined as you got up in the same position you did before. ranpo relinquished the sight, your tilted head as you paid close attention to his eyes, your soft hands that felt upon his, the shadow that showed the outline of his cock bulging—it kept him drooling.
“keep up with me here.”
your hips begin to move again, the lewd wet sound of skin slapping together easing in the room—the faint noise of a whine or the occasional moan lingering. your breasts bounced with each thrust, finding your rhythm as you watched ranpo’s cheeks grow hot.
“you’re doing so good, ranpo.” you bit your lip, hips stuttering at your own high.
“just watch me, watch me ruin myself all over your cock.”
drool fell down the corner of his lip as he whined at your praise—head fuzzy without a care in the world about anything else. ranpo couldn’t even remember what he was so upset about earlier, poor thing.
“why would'ya.. say that, haa—“ his grip on your hands loosened, almost like his brain was melting by the second.
“f-fuck..” his cock split you open, either you squeezed too tight or he just fit too snug.
your waist rocked against him, feeling that sweet, sweet spell of pleasurable sensation each time you landed a perfect score down to his base. ranpo seemed knocked from his mind, even with agreeing to continue he was still melting away—his sweaty limp hands connected by yours only by your strength.
a moan slithered out of your mouth as you bit your lip to stifle it, his furious pink tip drilling at your spongy walls as he laid completely pussydrunk. your mind felt intensely foggy, like a buzz pillowing up and clogging all memory you had.
you just loved watching him fold and watch, not just be lazy. when could you complain about getting on top when you get to witness such a face?
hips snapping faster, more rugged and eager to hear those blissful noises escape his mouth. ranpo whined, eyes low and pouty as he watched his dick disappear into you like some magic trick.
a milky ring encased at his base—entrancing tits bouncing at every single jump, and your hands intertwined; even when he didn’t have the strength to hold you up anymore.
“s'good for me.. ran..”
your orgasm bubbled up into you, clustering and forming knots as you landed your last slams into his pelvis—curling into him as you rode away your own orgasm with a broken moan.
ranpo huffed out, tightening his grip onto your palms,
“[name], ahhg.. don’t—”
his eyes widened with a sharp hiss, feeling himself empty all in you—your incredibly warm cunt squeezing around him so painfully sweet he could almost cry, stomach stirring.
your teeth bit together with a grind, sweat dripping off your cheeks as your back straightened—stuffed entrance on display for a mere moment as you flopped over; laying your weight onto his side as his cock finally had a moment to rest, twitching dryly, a stray pearl of cum residing and spilling off his tip.
you shivered at the sensation of his seed spilling out of your entrance, sloppily dripping itself onto the sheets in concentrated amounts. his hand brushed on the huggable side of your hip, ranpo's sigh of content as he brushed it over with his sleepy eyes.
he yawned, battling his sleep as you rested onto his shoulder.
“so much for.. resting..”
@cybrhellz : ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh dont plagiarize or trnalstaetranslate
❝ℐ thought you look the prettiest when you come on my tongue but—you look even more beautiful when you cry on my tongue.❞
18+ NSFW MDNI · just the greatest detective realizing something about himself when you start crying from overstimulation. dacryphilia realization, extended oral, multiple orgasms, praise, licking your cheek? embarrassingly long. wc. 2,416
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You’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you come.
The clock on Ranpo’s desk reads 11:47 PM, but time stopped making sense around the third—or was it fourth?—orgasm. Now, somewhere near the that, your body has become something liquid and trembling, a thing made entirely of nerve endings and desperate, hitching breaths.
"Ranpo," you whimper, fingers tangled in his soft brown hair, trying to pull him away from where he’s been camped out between your thighs for what feels like hours.
"I think i can’t—I can’t anymore, it’s too—"
"Shh," he hums against your swollen clit, the vibration making your spine arch off the leather couch, bringing one of his fingers over to your lips like he's trying to shush you.
"Ranpo," you wheeze, your hand weakly pushing at his forehead, your thighs trembling where they bracket his head. "Baby, I mean it. I can’t—"
"Mm-mm," he hums, the vibration shooting straight through your overstimulated clit, making your hips jerk involuntarily. He doesn’t pull away. If anything, he presses closer, his nose bumping against your pubic bone, his hands tightening where they’re gripping your thighs to keep you spread open for him. He makes this sound—mhm—like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted.
You can feel him smiling against your folds. That stupid, sharp, cat-got-the-cream grin that he wears when he solves a difficult case, except now it’s pressed against your most sensitive skin, his lips curved up as he drags his tongue through your slit with obscene, slurping enthusiasm.
You try to squirm away, your back sliding up the leather couch, but he just follows you, crawling forward on his knees, never breaking contact.
His tongue circles your clit—too soft, then too hard, then fluttering in that way that makes your vision spark—and you gasp, your hand flying to his hair, meaning to pull him away but somehow ending up clutching him closer instead.
He giggles.
Actually giggles, the sound muffled and breathy against your cunt, sending shivers through your pelvis. "You don’t really want me to stop, do you sweet thing? Your body is very honest, you know. Much more honest than your mouth."
"I do," you insist, but your voice cracks when he flattens his tongue and drags it upward, slow and filthy, collecting the slickness that’s been gathering there for the better part of an hour.
"I really do, it’s too much, I’m going to—"
"Going to what?" He looks up at you then, his chin shiny in the lamplight, "Going to come again? Yes, that you are, baby." He says it with such cheerful certainty, like he’s predicting the weather.
"You’re gonna come until you can’t remember who's making you come."
his green eyes bright and wicked behind his glasses. he's wearing his glasses. he's between your legs and he's wearing his goddamn glasses. that's enough for you to come anyway.
"Ranpo—"
"You still remember it, so—nope." He dismisses your protest with a wave of his hand—the hand that isn’t currently holding your hip in a bruising grip and dives back in.
It started innocently enough. if anything Ranpo does can be called innocent. You’d been making out on his couch just to get a little attention from him since he'd been so busy these days, his hands were wandering, and then somehow his face ended up between your legs.
The first orgasm came fast—he’s got a clever tongue and he knows exactly how to use it, flicking and circling and pressing until you came with his name breaking across your lips, your fingers tangled in his hair, your back arching off the couch.
You expected him to stop. To crawl up your body, smug and satisfied, ready to move on to the main event.
Instead, he’d hummed happily and kept going.
"Baby?" you’d gasped, sensitive and shaking. thinking he haven’t noticed it, "I’m done, I came, you can stop—"
"I don't want to." he’d said in a rather childish tone, his breath hot against your thigh. "You taste like peach ice cream, so—so good. I’m not done eating."
And he hadn’t been. The second orgasm had been harder to reach, your body confused by the overstimulation, but he’d been patient—so frustratingly patient—lapping gently at your oversensitive flesh until the discomfort crested into pleasure again and you were sobbing through your second release.
Which was probably an hour ago.
You’re so soaked now—embarrassingly, drippingly wet, your arousal smeared across his chin and your inner thighs, making obscene sounds every time he moves.
"Please," you beg, your voice hoarse. "Baby, please, it hurts. It’s too sensitive. I don't think i can take another one."
He pauses—finally—and you think, thank God, he’s going to listen, he’s going to stop—
but then he just presses a series of soft, open-mouthed kisses to your swollen clit, his lips brushing the overstimulated bud with feather-light pressure that somehow hurts and feels amazing at the same time.
He’s being gentle now, almost reverent, but you can feel him smiling again, his cheek curved up against your thigh.
"But—but you’re so pretty when you come," he says, like that’s a reasonable explanation. Like he’s a child refusing to share his favorite toy.
"And you’re so wet. All this for me?"
He drags two fingers through your folds, and sticking them up, showing you how easily they glide, how much your body is still responding despite your protests. "I don’t think you want me to stop. I think you’re just being shy."
You know him. it's so hard to make him listen to a word you say.
"I can’t—"
"Yes you can. You’re so good. So sweet." He’s crooning to you now, praising you like you’re a good student, his fingers petting your thighs, his tongue never stopping its relentless assault. "Just let go. I’ve got you."
"ahh—Ranpo—" you cry out—loud and wet. But not from between your legs this time, though you’re embarrassingly soaked there too, but from your eyes.
You hadn’t even noticed when it started—the tears had crept up on you, spilling from the corners of your eyes, pooling in your ears and tracking mascara down your flushed cheeks.
You’re not sad. God, you’re not sad. You’re overwhelmed, overstimulated, your body pushed past the point of pleasure into something that borders on pain but somehow loops back around to ecstasy.
Every lick, every curl of his tongue against your abused clit, sends sparks of white-hot sensation through your nerves until your system overloads and the tears come unbidden, a physical release valve for the intensity building inside you.
Ranpo pauses.
He goes very still, his mouth still pressed against your inner thigh, his breath hot and steady against your skin. and his emerald eyes on you. You’re crying in earnest now—not sobbing, not distressed, just leaking tears as your chest heaves and your body trembles under the aftershocks of the last orgasm he wrung from you.
"Huh? You're crying?" he murmurs.
You try to wipe your face, embarrassed, but he catches your wrist with one sticky hand. His gaze is fixed on your tear-streaked face with the kind of intense focus.
He is staring at your face for a good amount of time now.
You can't see what's happening behind those emerald eyes, even though he is the greatest detective in the town, you'd always been the one who is able to read him better than anyone else.
But for some reason—You can't figure out a single thing that's going inside his mind right now, maybe you were wrong, or maybe he really fucked you dumb with his tongue this time.
it's not like the first time you've cried in his bed, sure. you've cried once when he had you on all fours and was thrusting you from behind just a few months ago, did he not notice back then?
he looks at the flush of your cheeks, the shine on your eyelashes, the way your lips are parted and trembling.
He doesn’t panic because he knows, he knows the tears are not from pain, not that pain. he knows you're just enjoying this.
And he's enjoying this more than you. perhaps a bit too much now.
He sits up, moving his face away from your soaking core and looks at your state — You're lying down on his coach, your hair messed up, nipples perked up beneath your shirt that rides up to reveal your stomach, your glistening cunt staring right back at him and—the tears—the tears falling down your now red cheeks.
He feels something tightening around his pants, he looks down — you follow his gaze.
Oh.
you think dimly, looking at the huge bludge on his pants. He likes that.
"Again," he says, eyes back at youand it’s not a request.
He lowers his mouth back to your cunt, but this time his eyes stay locked on your face.
Fuck.
He watches you as he sucks your clit between his lips again—being rougher than before, his thumb supporting him by circling around your pussy, and he watches the way your expression crumples, watches the exact moment when the pleasure becomes too much and your eyes well up again.
A tear spills over, tracking down the side of your face, and Ranpo makes a sound—low, guttural, hungry—that vibrates through your entire pelvis.
"Don’t hide them," Ranpo says, pulling back just enough to speak, his thumb coming up to catch a tear before it falls into your hair. He examines it like evidence, shiny on his fingertip, then brings it to his mouth and tastes it. His eyes flutter shut.
"Ranpo, you’re being so mean—" you gasp, not sure if you’re going to chastise him or beg him.
"You're actually gonna make me go insane now, sweetheart." he interrupts, smug and breathless. He pushes two fingers into you without warning, curling them against that spot that makes your vision white out. "Even your tear is so—so tasty."
He’s so hard now—you can see the strain in his trousers, the way he’s rutting slightly against the couch cushions as he works you over.
The realization that your tears are making him wild spurs something in your own chest, a flutter of dark arousal that cuts through the overstimulation.
He brings his mouth to you, his fingers still deep inside as you cry out more. He gives a small kiss on your lips before moving to your cheek where another tear is slipping, he licks it with his tongue before it could reach your jaw, he makes a low —mhm— sound before pressing a kiss on your cheeks. His fingers thrusts in and out, "I thought you look the prettiest when you come but—you look even more beautiful when you cry."
"Make me cry more," you whisper, shocked by your own words.
Ranpo’s grin is absolutely wicked. "I thought you’d never ask."
He becomes relentless. Before, he was taking his time, savoring you like the candy he loves. Now, he’s practically devouring you. His tongue is everywhere—fucking into your entrance, circling your clit, sucking and licking with desperate enthusiasm. His fingers pump in and out of you, two of them, stretching you while his other hand reaches up to pinch and roll your nipples through your ruined shirt.
You’re sobbing openly, tears streaming down your face, your throat raw from moaning. It’s too much, it’s all too much, but Ranpo is chasing your tears with his eyes, groaning against your pussy every time a fresh wave spills from your lashes.
"Pretty" he pants, coming up for air, his face absolutely wrecked with desire. "You’re so pretty like this. Leaking for me." He licks his lips, shiny with your arousal.
You are leaking. From both your eyes and between your legs.
"I want to make you cry until you’re empty. Until the only thing left in you is me."
"Please," you sob, clutching at his hair, his shoulders, anything to anchor yourself. "Ranpo, please, I need—"
"I know what you need," he says, and for once, he’s not being arrogant—he’s being honest. He knows. He always knows.
He strips off his clothes with shaking hands, revealing the lean, pale lines of his body, the hard curve of his cock straining against his stomach. He hauls you up like you weigh nothing, positioning you on his lap, facing him, your knees bracketing his hips on the couch. You’re too weak to hold yourself up, but he doesn’t need you to. He grips your waist with one arm, the other guiding himself to your entrance.
"Look at me," he commands, waiting until your tear-blurred eyes focus on his face. "Don’t look away. I want to watch you cry while I fuck you."
He pushes in, and the stretch is shocking after hours of just his tongue and fingers. You wail, fresh tears spilling over, and Ranpo’s head falls back, his throat working as he groans long and low.
"Yes," he hisses, starting to move. "Yes, just like that. Cry for me, sweetheart. Let me see it."
He bounces you on his lap, using his grip on your waist to lift and drop you onto his cock with brutal, delicious precision. Every time you sink down, he hits that spot inside you that makes your vision spark, and every time, more tears leak from your eyes. Ranpo watches them fall with rapt attention, his pupils blown wide, his breath coming in harsh pants.
He talks a lot. He keeps whispering filthy praises but you can't seem to answer back.
You’re crying too hard, the pleasure cresting into a wave that’s going to drown you. Ranpo seems to understand anyway. He kisses your wet cheeks, licking the salt from your skin, his hips snapping up with increasing desperation until you both come at the same time.
Afterward, he holds you close, still on his lap stroking your hair, kissing your wet eyelids with infinite tenderness.
You hiccup, still crying softly, your body twitching with aftershocks.
He kisses you, slow and sweet, tasting like candy and your tears and his own satisfaction. "Next time," he murmurs against your lips, "I’m bringing a mirror. I want you to see how pretty you look when you cry for me."
You should be horrified. You should be exhausted.
Instead, you’re already wondering how quickly you can make him break his schedule again.
The rest of the agency is out on their own separate missions, leaving [Name] and Ranpo to themselves. [Name] is coming in the office from drinking so much she's still drunk. She has even drunk a few more shots before coming into the office for work.. As she is in love with Ranpo she decides to give him something better to eat then the usual sweets he has around the office..
This is a sort of jack of all trades and will have a lot of different sexual context. If you're not good with these types of things please click off now.
Your head is pounding as you stumble into the upstairs offices of the Armed Detective Agency. The office is bare as it's lunchtime, however Ranpo sits on his desk with several suckers inside his mouth.
He sits on the desk and haphazardly waves her off, kicking his foot back and forth like a child. He speaks with his mouth full of suckers, muffling his words as he speaks.
"Everyone's out on a mission, just si'down there's no reason to do anything."
[Name] blinks drunkenly and looks up at him. She's had a crush on him for a while now. His childish attitude and ego has her absolutely smitten with him, though she's never really told anyone that.
She's currently drunk on ‘liquid courage’, so she immediately comes up to him and grabs him, shoving him against his desk and caging him between her arms.
"Mm~ Ranpo..You really like candy don't you?~"
He's absolutely shocked to the point he opens his eyes, looking up at her with those pretty emerald eyes. They're wide in surprise and he blushes furiously. He can smell the alcohol in her, causing a drop of sweat to head down his forehead nervously.
"A-Ah- Y-[Name]..What are you doing?!"
She smiles and grabs him up in her arms, snuggling his head into her chest and giving him a kiss to his forehead as she hugs his face into her chest. She coos at him, kissing around his face in between words.
"I'm just giving you some love Ranpo.. You're so touch starved.. You need some sweetness don't you?~"
She pulls his face up to look her in the eyes, his lips in chest from hers as she looks into his flustered face. His face is completely red as she ghosts her lips over his, teasing him.
"You seem to be running out of candy Ranpo.. Let me feed you.."
She pulls him up to place their lips together in a passionate kiss, running her hands through his hair and knocking his hat off his head as she entangles her hands in his hair.
He makes a muffled sound of surprise when she kisses him, although he is a very touch starved man and is soon kissing back slightly before she pulls back and looks down at him with a drunken giggle. He almost tries to move forward to follow her lips, but stops as she runs her hand down his chest and grabs his thigh.
"You like sweets.. Why don’t you eat me? I’m sure I'll be sweet like candy?"
Ranpo lets out a little squeak of embarrassment as he hears the words, his emerald eyes wide in shock and his face a dark scarlet. Although.. There's something about her request that surfaces something deep within him.
He reaches out to grab her sides as he looks into her eyes, his face still red in embarrassment. He seems nervous as his voice is shaky and he is being rather shy about the situation.
"O-Okay.."
He lifts her up so that he can kiss her lips, tasting her lipstick as their lips press together hungrily. He moans softly into the kiss as [Name] licks out her tongue against his lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth to intertwine with his own.
[Name] lifts herself up to sit on Ranpo's lap, lifting her skirt to let her thighs be spread over him perfectly. She can feel his growing desire by the size of his erection as it presses up against her thighs.
She spreads her legs to welcome his cock between her thighs and deepens their kiss. She pushes him back onto his desk as she begins to roll her hips, effectively fucking him between her thighs through their clothes. His eyes shoot open in the kiss from surprise, releasing a muddled moan into her lips.
"There you go.. Just taste me, I'll do the rest."
She quickly captures his lips back to hers and rubs her hands down his sides to further distress his senses. She fucks him between her thighs as she kisses him, her skin plush against him.
He moans into her kisses pathetically, lifting his own arms to hold onto her shoulders. He's not sure what he's doing but he's rather excited about the situation. He seems rather starved for her kisses, his tongue submitting to her own in a lustful dance of passion.
He tries to push her away as he feels his release building from her thighs, tongues sliding away from each other with a wet pop.
"Y-[Name] Wait!-"
He is unable to hold back, and his moan is shameful as he cums his pants. He lets out a little whine and turns red in embarrassment, his emerald eyes wide in embarrassment and shock.
"A-Ah- I'm sorry!"
He tries to move as she looks down at the mess in surprise, but she quickly stops him and looks at him with a teasing grin.
She grabs his dick through his pants, pulling him closer and whispering into his ear sensually.
"…You're so sensitive, detective.. You've made me all dirty! What if the President saw us like this?"
She licks down his earlobe to his neck, nibbling softly and sucking a red mark into his flesh.
"But you eat so many sweets.. Surely it would taste sweet too, right?"
She kisses the forming hickey she's sucked into his neck, moving back to lift him up by his sides. She shoves the books and stationery supplies to the floor and places him on the desk in their stead.
"…Let's check, yeah..?"
She unbuttons his pants and tugs them down his hips, earning a gasp and a little wiggle of Ranpo's hips to help her get them off. The tent in his boxers is rather noticeable, as is the wetness from him cumming.
[Name] snakes her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, pulling them off to be discarded with his pants. His dick springs up into her hand and she gives him a pump to test the waters.
He's a little over six inches with a thick width.. And he has a patch of curly hair surrounding the base of his dick. (Probably because he's another one of those BSD's orphans and wasn't taught basic grooming)
"Ah!~ Look at that- You're actually a pretty good size despite being so shy!~"
[Name] moves her hand up his length and pumps him slowly, giving a slight kitten lick to his cock head. Ranpo lets out a high pitched moan and spreads his thighs further to allow her better access.
He has his hands over his face in embarrassment, but as [Name] moves to take the head of his dick into her mouth he lets out a whine and moves his hands down to grab onto her hair lightly.
She smirks around his dick as she starts to bob her head on his length, taking him rather easily. Her lips press against the hair of his pelvis, a salty smell filling her nose as she lets out a shuddering moan at the feeling of his dick sliding down her throat..
She loves him and doesn't really care if he doesn't have a pornstar dick, moving to suck him off with vigor. He whines above her pitifully, touching her hair as she starts to pull yet another orgasm out of him in the same 15 minutes.
"A-Ah [Name].. Wait.. I-Im gonna-"
He shudders and lets out squeaky moans as her throat is suddenly flooded in his seed, taking her breath for a moment and stopping her movements to let her lips be against his pelvis with hearts in her eyes as his salty liquid floods down her throat..
She whines as she pulls out of his dick, taking a big gulp to swallow all of his spend. She has stars in her eyes as she lifts up to look at him with a grin.
"Wow~ All pent up are we? You couldn't even properly warn me!- That's okay though.. You'll be better next time!~"
She picks him up and places him on his feet, sitting on his desk and lifting her skirt for him.. She's wearing black lace panties.. Not that unexpected. She smirks at him as she slowly pulls them off and opens the drawer of his desk, putting them inside.
"You can keep these~"
She smirks softly as she puts her skirt back down and moves over to help him get his pants back on. When she's done, she kisses him softly and seems to have lost some of that courage from before, turning red as she lets her hands slide down to his chest as she slowly looks up at him.
“Ah,” She starts, “Maybe.. M-Maybe we can go further next time.”
His eyes seem to light up at the prospect of getting to do this again and even more so at the idea they can actually go further next time.
He opens his mouth to speak just as the sound of loud voices rings outside of the office area on the staircase up from the cafe and their moment is interrupted by the return of their colleagues.
So he has about 30 seconds to answer and move away before they're caught, so he moves back while answering.
hello !! I was wondering if I could request the bsd ADA separately with a furina reader? (You can choose the characters if you don’t want to write the entire ada if you wish) No pressure if you’re not interested of course, im so excited to see your writing !! :D
alright, so imma write this from my understanding of Furina, and out if the perspective of a reader that behaves like Furina and has similar trauma, but its not Furinas history or any specified history making it applicable to my readers alot more :)
Platonic! ADA with a Furina!Reader
Atsushi
He would at first sweatdrop at your antics and theatrics much like he does with Dazai's attempts.
But when he notices cracks in the facade, and realise how lonely you truly are, he would understand perfectly.
He wouldn't point it out, even when you are in private, as he knows that trauma resulting in that way of coping can be a very touchy subject.
But if its clear you need reassurance because of it, he'd be there to talk and tell you so
Rampo
•He would know.
•He would so know.
•We all know that hes extremely good at picking up on details, our dear Rampo.
•He would also know, even though he is most likely a bit autistic and clearly has difficulty reading the room, that pointing it out infront of others would cause a bit of chaos to say the least.
•But if you two were ever alone together, he might bring it up, especially if he notices it's impacting your detective work.
•If you play dumb and ask what he means, he'll list off so many things you have done that are signs of trauma in the way you cope with it.
•Best idea is just to relent so he drops the subject, and say he's right.
•He probably just wants you to be honest with yourself so it doesn't drag anyone down, and that includes you
Can we tell I have a Rampo bias?)
Dazai
•Ohhhhhh boyyyyyy
•Im a Dazai kinnie, so this might be adjacent to some of the things I would do that I can imagine he would do.
•He'd notice, obviously. He can so subtly manipulate people that he can control what they choose when playing rock paper scissors, like let's be real
•He would know what your trauma came from, and probably bond with you over it, as he uses theatrics to cope with his own
•It would take time, but if you build a strong mutual trust, he will be less theatric for sure
•He just acts like he's coming off of a permanent sugar high tbh
•He would probably tell you about his past in the mafia before anyone else, if you tell him the root of your own trauma
Authors note: ik this is lowk shit but I directly got writers block after starting 🥲 help
Really thinkin about catching Ranpo off guard with his first kiss..
The great detective knows everything even before it happens, or so he claims.
He'd be too busy rambling about a case, how sloppy the murderer was, or how annoying the police were. What he rambled about didn't matter though. You weren't really listening, though he didn't seem to notice.
Eventually he'd turn to you, a smug look on his face as he seemingly was waiting for your own thoughts about his case.
But your thoughts never came, the only thing that came was the feeling of your lips on his. His expression turned from his usual cocky smirk that demanded praise and acknowledgment for his brains, into a look of rare shock. Ranpo had almost never been caught off guard, it was considered impossible by most, but you just managed it with one action. Ranpo felt himself grow red at the realization, the embarrassment of a man of his reputation being caught off guard finally catching up to him causing him to quickly and clumsily kiss back as best he could, trying his best to hide that he wasn't expecting it.
You, of course, noticed this regardless of his efforts, as you pulled away to laugh at his attempt to hide his shock, he quickly slapped a hand over your mouth.
"Hey! Don't you dare laugh at me! You shouldn't do such things out of nowhere!" He snapped, though the 'anger' he was trying to display was very clearly overshadowed by his red face and wide eyes that revealed how embarrassed he was. The sight made you laugh into his hand, his shoulder immediately tensing. "Hey! I said no laughing!"
You gently pulled his hand away from your mouth as you smiled at him, a teasing smile. He knew it. "I thought you knew everything even before it happened?" You bantered, the smile on your face remaining proudly displayed.
Ranpo huffed and spun in his chair, his back facing you as he pulled his hat down over his face to hide his reaction, making you snicker as you followed after him to continue your teasing.
This is so self-indulgent so it's like ooc, my baddd. Anyone, I love our (yes OUR) favorite detective sm, he means so much to me.
ummm pretty please ranpo with a male!reader who's confident around others but gets flustered when he's around (stumbling over words, his body hot (bodyheat), and just rlly jittery). i would like this as a oneshot but u could do hcs if you wish!! :D Thank you!
Ty for requesting!
Absolutely that’s so cute! + love writing for male readers (waiter! waiter! more male reader fics please!!).
Also, since you didn’t specify the setting I put my own twist to it! Feel free to request again if it isn’t to your liking!
This turned out a little longer than I expected, whoops.
૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ content: fluff, oneshot, male!reader, Rampo pretending he doesn’t know you like him, reader being a flustered mess around world’s best detective, reference to BSD wan chapter 32 (you don’t have to read it to understand the fic btw!)
You’re a confident man. Nothing really gets in your way and you put up a front no one can shake. Or you thought so. Until meeting that detective from the Agency.
You work at the bakery right next to the Armed Detective Agency. You know some member’s names by now: Atsushi, Kenji, Tanizaki, Yozano…
From all of them, Kenji has to be your favorite. He is a sweetheart and is always so eager to try all the pastries the establishment has to offer. You can’t help but sneak in a few “freebies” (a cookie or two) for him whenever he comes by to buy a daifuku for his boss, Fukuzawa. You never get much insight about what’s going on in the Armed Detective Agency, but Kenji always has some fun stories to share.
It was a slow day at the shop, no one coming by, until you see a man with glasses and a brown coat come in. He also sported a brown hat, which was kinda stylish in your humble opinion.
“Heyyy! Excuse me!” He walked through the door very happily. He walked up to the counter with confidence you never seen before in a human. You couldn’t lie, you felt a little nervous (and you scolded yourself for finding that man oddly charming). The detective put one arm up the counter “I just wanted to say! My boss loves the daifuku from here!” The black haired man fixed his glasses.
You nodded “Oh? Thank you so much for the feedback, we deeply appreciate it!” You smiled at him. “You know who he is, I’m sure. My subordinates come here to get him a snack sometimes!” He said, before going to look at the pastries displayed on the counter.
“I don’t believe I can tell who your boss is… but either way, I’m very happy to hear that he likes our daifuku! I’ll keep looking forward to hearing that again.” You chuckle out a bit awkwardly, unsure on what to reply.
“Huh? He’s the boss of the Armed Detective Agency!” Ranpo hummed out “The same workplace the blond boy you give cookies to works.”
Your eyes widened, if the guy right in front of you decides to snitch that you’re giving customers free sweets, you’re getting fired. “How do you know that…?” You ask out lowly.
“I’m the world’s best detective! It’s easy to know he’s been getting free cookies from here! You give him the apple pie cookies most times.” He said, as if he was the one who got the cookies.
You nodded “No doubt you’re the best.” You huffed out “Also, please don’t tell my boss! Do you want a free one as well? I’ll put it in my tab, just don’t tell my boss please!” You beg plead with him. No one has ever pulled your strings like this, but come on, how in the world did this man guess all that. No one could keep on being confident.
Ranpo smiled “I didn’t say all that for you to offer me a sweet treat, by the way… but since you offered I’ll take it!! I want this one!” He pointed to a, quite expensive, slice of cake that’s part of the kid’s menu. It’s a strawberry shortcake with a bunch of sprinkles and a scoop of vanilla ice cream (that you add once you’re going to give it to the client) on the side. It’s a sugar bomb, and it looks quite childish too, the strawberries on top of the cake are cut up to mimic cat ears and there is a cat face drawn on with chocolate sauce.
“Sure! Coming right up” You smile at him as you shakily take the plate. ‘Darn him, was Kenji telling him about the free stuff! No way! Kenji wouldn’t throw me under the bus… maybe I underestimated the Agency’s detectives…” you put a ball of ice cream beside the cake. Then another ball of ice cream. Then some whipped cream. Then some sprinkles. And a cherry. You’re just maxing out the cake at this point. (Anything to keep that job)
As you walk back, he is sitting on a table in the corner of the store. You walk up to him, hands still shaky “here you go sir” you mumble out. Ranpo just grins in response “Looks good! Did you add all that extra stuff in there too? That’s generous.”
“No need to mention it… it’s on the house…” you smiled.
“I’m not gonna snitch on you or anything, also, did you bake this?”
“Yes… why?”
“Tastes good! You’re a good chef if I have to say so myself.” He said, as it throwing you a compliment was charity. “The daifuku is good too.” He mumbles.
You looked at him “You… are you the one who eats it- I mean, are you Fukuzawa? The Agency’s boss?” You asked, going pale from the mere thought of dealing with the ADA’s boss
“Huh?? No, I’m Ranpo. I’m just the Agency’s sharpest detective!” He smirks proudly.
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding “I see, still, it’s an honor to have you here!” You blurted out.
“I know it is.” Ranpo replies, talking with his mouth full.
Once he finishes his food he smiles at fixes his glasses “That was a good cake. You’re a man of skill.” The detective says, as if he was forced to rate your baking skills.
As the man walks out, you feel an immense sense of relief flood your bloodstream. You walked back to the counter to write down the order, so you discount it off your paycheck later. And you felt your stomach flutter. Ranpo was charming. So that was his name, huh?
You let out a breath through your nose before going back to fixing the sweets on display. The rest of the day, your mind was filled with him. His confidence and pride seemed to swipe you off your feet, it’s like all the confidence you have just melts away when you’re in front of him. You feel nervous, you don’t necessarily want to be in control of the situation, but being face to face with Ranpo makes you feel oddly vulnerable. It’s as if he’s about to guess all your past actions.
It’s been around a week since anyone from the Agency came to buy daifuku for Fukuzawa. It’s not a mind boggling amount of time, it’s just a few days more than it used to be. As you finished packing some orders for delivery, another one came in. It was for the ADA. “No one’s coming here today?” You muttered.
The order was that same strawberry shortcake. In the “notes” section, it was written: “add extra ice cream and sprinkles”
The lack of the word “please”? Extra stuff? You could immediately clock who this was for. It was painfully obvious this was Ranpo ordering
You pushed the thought of the detective away from your head and finished wrapping up the order. As you made your way towards the building, you thought about how you’d probably leave the order at the reception and you wouldn’t have to look at Ranpo’s face.
The moment you entered the building you were greeted with… Ranpo. Obviously.
Your body immediately heated up, you stammered out “I-I have an order f-for-“
“For me!” He yanked the box out of your hands. Ranpo checked to see if everything was in order.
You were a bit baffled Ranpo was the one who came to receive the order. You heard from Kenji that Ranpo was… to put it quite simply… a bit lazy. It wasn’t uncommon for him to refuse to do tasks out of pure laziness.
“Thanks for coming here! Can I help you with something else?” He asks
“N-no…?” You stutter, face red as your hands shook a little.
“Was that a question? You can’t hide anything from me.” The black haired man smiled “I don’t need to use my deduction abilities to tell you can’t keep up your composure around me” he points it out, as it wasn’t obvious enough.
“Don’t take… don’t take me the w-wrong way. It’s.. I just- you’re really… s-surprising. Really an amazing detective, a g-genius if you-“
“I know.” He grins. “I guess I can say a thing about you too.” He opens his eyes, staring directly into yours. “You’re a pretty handsome guy when you’re confident and not talking with me, but you look pretty cute when you come face to face with me.”
Your face couldn’t get redder. No words came out of your mouth as you just stared at Ranpo, mesmerized.
“I gotta go eat this before the ice cream melts! Take this” he lightly pushes a piece of torn paper in your hands before walking away to go eat his cake.
In the paper, it was written: “call me XXXXX-XXXXX ♡ — Ranpo”.
i will admit that i'm not a huge fan of ranpo but youre slowly bringing me round to it....
this brings me so much happiness you don't understand. I am so glad to be the reason someone starts loving Ranpo more than they thought they would! dw anon i won't stop until Ranpo is one of your absolute favorites. Ranpo deserves all the love in the world so hehheahadh. See you again when Ranpo has fully overtaken you...
❝one thing in common❞ (𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘱𝘰 𝘹 ʰʸᵖᵉʳˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡ!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)
📝Author notes: Guys, I'm not usually very serious, but PLEASE be sensitive to this topic. Hypersexuality is a disorder that destroys people mental health/life and shouldn't be taken lightly. The bolding are thoughts. Also I hc ranpo of being an overthinker cuz of all his knowledge so this technically ooc but idc.
⚠️Warnings: hypersexual reader, implication of reader being depressed, mentions of cutting yourself but only on the wrists, ooc ranpo (??), not lots of dialogue, might be triggering, reader is deep in their thoughts which can be considered as dissociating. Tell me if there's more.
✍ Synopsis: During a hypersexual attack session Ranpo comforts you and you guys share a heartfelt moment <3
🚨word count: 1.5k
The day had started out fine. You had managed to make it out of bed and clean up fairly nice, at least for someone with depression such as yourself, and ate a satisfying breakfast. Afterwards you headed off to work and despite the inkling of thoughts parading in your brain, you managed to fight the urges as if you were flicking a bug. You relished in that feeling of control.
But all good things must end and you felt that the second you returned home from work after a doozy mission that had you smelling musty and sweaty. For “some” reason the smell had brought up unwanted intruders, as you would call them, in your brain and now you couldn’t get them out.
Leaving you in this predicament, sniffling on the marbled floor of the bathroom, the tub’s wall digging against you and the smell of iron twiddling in the air. 2 twin cuts mark your wrists, done hastily by a knife you had pulled out of your drawer in a hurry. You did it so you would focus on that smell and hopefully the dirty thoughts barging your skull would quell. It didn’t, as usual.
Your knees rest against your chest, your arms sloppily wrapped around it as if it was the only thing giving you comfort. And it was. If it weren’t for that grounding feeling, you would probably be sobbing your heart out already and hyperventilating.
Stuuuuuuupid brain, just stop thinking of them like that! I do NOT think of them like that, that’s just..disgusting! I have a boyfriend too, which makes it even worse for you to be triggered so....EASILY!! You clutch your hair, nails digging in enough for it to hurt a teensy bit as you mentally berate your brain whilst thinking of unpleasant things.
And while you were having a mental breakdown, your boyfriend, Ranpo, had come back from work and he didn’t deposit his glasses in his pocket like he usually did when he got home. Which meant, he knew.
“(Name)?” He asks aloud, slipping off his shoes and putting them on the rack like how he knew you liked it. I do not like this silence, he grimaces, it makes him feel like he’s too late and he’s failed you. He knows he hasn’t but still the feeling remains in his gut unmoving, always lingering, always festering like a poisonous plant out to take his soul. He hates it.
He steps towards your guy's shared bedroom with fast steps, already dreading what he’ll see. Thanks to his ultra deduction (sometimes he hates his “ability”) he already knows what you’re doing and it makes him worried. He’s known of your hypersexual tendencies and urges since he’d first met you.
The tense posture, the pinkish cheeks and the way your eyes dilated whether it was because of your daze or the aftermath of it, they were all a dead giveaway for the genius himself. Honestly he’s surprised and kinda-thankful (for once) that the rest of the agency hasn’t picked up on it yet. Well except Dazai and Fukuzawa, but he’s basically on Ranpo’s level so it makes sense and Fukuzawa is Fukuzawa. He knows everything about his kids as much as he tries to deny he doesn’t, Ranpo knows.
His stirring thoughts are dismissed however when he finds your shriveled state, and his heart utterly breaks into pieces ironically like the rock candy he was chewing in his mouth during the way over. Which by the way, Ranpo still has to apologize to that one ability user for basically blackmailing the guy. But in his defense, the guy was a criminal. He should be lucky the great detective didn’t clock his ass to the authorities-
He slaps himself on the forehead, eye twitching in irritation at his non negotiable insolence. (Name) is blaming themself for something they can’t control and you’re here dwelling on useless things..Christ, get your head in the game! After his rude pep talk he finally decides to analyze the situation thoroughly.
Crouching down in front of you, sliding open the drawer and pulling out some gauze to wrap your wounds. You don’t resist, too deep in your own thoughts to care or even notice. His frown deepens. They’ve obviously been hurting themself, but it seems more like the heat of the moment type thing. I should still keep an eye on it though, just in case. His eyes then catch your hands tight around your knees and he quickly notes how you’re receptive to physical contact.
After finishing bandaging you up, he finally speaks, voice soft, almost a coo. “(Name), you with me?” his thumbs gently rub away the tears that have long since dried up way before Ranpo got here. When you blink and nod a little,more tears blurring your vision as it seems to reawaken at the sight of him.
He sighs, not in annoyance, never in annoyance for you, and he wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you in his embrace. He knows exactly what’s got you to start crying again and he already feels like he needs to go to Yosano to fix up his heart after it broke AGAIN.
Ranpo has to strain his ears to hear but eventually you pant out through sniffles, “I-I thought..Dazai..” Your sentences break off and blurs again into blubbering and he shushes you quietly and squeezes you tighter.
He understands what you were going to say and he kisses the top of your head soft but firm. “I know, sweetheart..I’m not judging, you can’t control it..It’s not your fault.” The 3 words that make you break completely.
You slump against him, finally accepting his comfort fully. You smell him, sniffing his sweet, sweet perfume that makes you feel at home. You snuggle in his warm coat and he chuckles lightly. He brushes the hair from your forehead and he murmurs, “Let’s get you cleaned up, ‘kay?”
Ranpo helps you stand, letting you lean against the side of him. He guides you to the sink and washes your face for you. He smears your skincare over your face, careful to not let it slip in your eyes as he knows how you feel about it. He grabs your nightwear (or if you don't wear he insists on it, saying it’s infinitely more comfortable and you relent) and gives it to you, being a true gentleman and closing the door behind him respectively.
“---‘M done,” you mumble, eyes drooping slightly. He giggles at your adorable expression, his clothes now more casual and not at all as confining as before. “Y’know, Ranpo, it’s still evening. I don’t feel really tired anyway..” you say, a lie that your boyfriend sees right through but doesn’t comment on.
“You wanna watch a movie with snacks? My choice.”
Your face lights up a little and you nod, excited to turn off your brain for a bit and just be a normal humaning being. “Yeah–wait,” you pout when you realize he’s going to pick the movie. He laughs.
“I’m kidding. You can pick.”
You smile, glad he’s not forcing you to bring up the reason behind your breakdown. He probably already knows, knowing him,(he does, I wrote repeatedly that he does) and yet he didn’t urge you to tell him anything. You appreciated it.
And soon enough you sit on the couch, leaning close to each other with a blanket draped loosely over your laps. Ranpo’s snacking on cotton candy flavored popcorn while you’re stuffing (f/f) into your mouth like a hungry pig. You’re both invested in the movie (welcome officially to the mind fuck!) even if it’s crappy in its romance and plot.
Eventually you wear yourself out and you cuddle close to Ranpo as he grins smugly but returns the affection all the same. The thoughts have stopped for now, yet you still feel a nagging feeling of guilt at yourself. How could you think that about your colleagues, especially when you already have someone? That’s simply sinful (DO NOT PULL A FOYDOR). Your brows knit together and the sleepiness feeling is pushed down, at least for the time being as you begin to spiral again.
“Hey.” Ranpo flicks your forehead, light but enough to make you snap out of your head. “Remeber what I told you? It’s not your fault you have these thoughts. Like how you tell me it’s not my fault I have such an intelligent mind that overflows with knowledge all the time that some people simply don’t have the tolerance for.” His voice softens as he continues. “Like how you tell me my overthinking isn’t optional and that I can’t control how it doubts sometimes.”
Your eyes drop and you look at your hands that are folded on your lap. You think about his words, mulling it over. “I guess you’re right..” You chuckle wetly, looking at him from the side of your eyes. “Despite the difference in our intelligence, we still have one thing in common. We both have ‘cruel’ minds.”
He snorted, leaning his head against yours. “That we do.”
📝Author notes: I got the idea to do this from seeing a hypersexual vent post. It was talking abt how most hypersexual!readers don't get comforted and they just get smut instead which is NOT the solution. This got me looking at more and then I researched a little (i have my own experience too with the disorder) and I was like "I'm going to bring comfort for this starved beings" and so I made this. There. There's the orgin story for this post, don't ask again.
