good boys that you just can’t help riding till they cry ♡ moaning, writhing and mewling under you as you drop your weight on him, the loud slapping of skin resounding in the room along with his voice and your amused chuckles. He’s cummed so many times he doesn’t know what’s going on anymore, delirious and spit bubbling from his mouth, rolled eyes, all he can pick up is the sparks of pleasure going up his body. His dick is a angry dark pink, your tight hole milking him so much he’s about to go dry. But it’s not any time soon. Because no matter how overstimulated, how much he cries, he is definitely not done anytime soon, the amount of cum he just spurt out is proof of that.
🐇- armin, chuuya, dazai, atsushi, ranpo, poe, angel devil, choso, gojo, grim/casper (adwd), jinshi, izuku (adult), tomioka, rengoku, MAYBE MAYBEEEE katsuki (adult and after fighting to convince him), amajiki, kaneki, reigen, kurapika, shinichiro, link (tloz), sebastian (stardew)
authors note: hi guys! Thank u for 300 followers and I’m sorry for not writing for so long. if u guys have other character suggestions please let me know! I don’t think these characters are solely subs but are willing to sub, I will write again soon! Also this isn’t edited I will edit any grammar mistakes soon :)
special thanks to my friend for helping me choose the characters 🫶
AUTHORS NOTE: giggling wtf is this. take this while i work on other requests :D
— DAZAI OSAMU๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL—"
immediately you jump in your boyfriend's arms, dazai's arms quickly pushing you back. he tripped over his own two feet trying to keep you from kissing him—screaming and throwing hands to keep you back.
"NO! NO—IM GAY!😰 STAY AWAY!!"
you couldn't help but cackle at his reaction, getting back on your feet.
you keep fighting him back grabbing at his arms to try and pry them away from his body—suddenly he pushed you back enough you fell over on your back; laughing as he just ran away.
— CHUUYA NAKAHARA๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL!!"
"WHAT THE FUCK—"
catches you on instinct, only needing a split second to realize what you said until he dropped you.
you laugh and grab his ankle as he yells, tumbling down to the ground after you.
"NO! IM A TAKEN MAN—TAKEN!"
you and him fight, using all his might to keep you from pinning him down.
eventually he uses his ability on you🙌🏻😭 next thing you know your floating just above him—a cheeky smile on your face as you got a good look at him.
hat flown off his head, messy hair, and wrinkled dress shirt.
— ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL—"
he screams. just screams in your face as you fall to the ground laughing; he holds your arms as you laugh at his feet.
it took him a moment to understand what you were doing and then when he came to realization—
you immediately went back at it again, trying to kiss your boyfriend who used all his might to keep you from getting close to his face.
"NO!! IHIHI HAVE A GIRLFRIEND—SHES SO PRETTY AND—AAH!😰"
eventually pins you on your stomach as he is sitting beside you, a leg keeping you from getting up and keeping your wrists behind you back; all while you're a giggling mess.
he has a goofy smile on his face as he lets you up.
— AKUTAGAWA RYŪNOSUKE๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST I—"
you don't even have two seconds before your arms are wrapped around in black and red tentacles; pinning you to the closest wall.
your boyfriend looks at you with a deadpan reaction—"are you five?" is all he would ask.
you eventually explained what you were trying to do, and you just wanted to see his reaction. as much as you should have just let this be the reaction he gave you—he agreed.
take two. saying the iconic line; you graze his shoulder blade before you at once again wrapped around his rashomon, flipped over and laid on your back in front of you. you blinked once, then twice—"ok aku, you can let me go."
silence.
"aku?..im done with my prank, you can—"
"RYŪNOKUKE AKUTAGAWA— YOU CANT LEAVE ME HERE—"
more silence.
— KUNIKIDA DOPPO๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL—"
literally almost falls out of his office chair when you suddenly jump on him.
glasses half off his face as you lay down on his lap and smile happily up at him.
he questions the fuck out of you; "what do you think you're doing??!"
you quickly bring him up to date—and he's just staring at you. blinks once...then twice—immediately tried to get you off of him as you try to kiss him.
he is holding you back, grabbing your arms as you laugh up a storm—saying how this inappropriate behavior in the workplace, trying to scold while keeping you back at the same time.
"Y/N—THIS IS ENTIRELY INAPPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR—OH NO, YOU DONT—"
i find it funny how he scolds you whilst playing along with you at the same time.
at the end of it, clears his throat—fixes his dress shirt and glasses and tells you to get back to work.
hey, he passed the test at least.
— RANPO EDOGAWA๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST, IM A—"
he steps to the side as you collide with the carpet beside him—face first.
he munches on his candy he held in his hand—watching you groan in pain and turn on your back.
"telling the world's greatest detective to "think fast" is one of the dumbest things i've heard you say.." he'll you as he kneels down, booping your nose with his finger.
you grab at his hand, pouting at him. "you want me to pretend you're a random girl—this is what you find entertaining? ...ok, ill entertain you—up, up." he taps your cheek as you both stand from the floor.
you stand a good bit away from each, not waiting for him to get ready you run at him again—only for him to spit the hard candy in his mouth to your face, thankfully hitting your forehead and you once again collapsed to the ground.
patting your head with a cheeky grin, he stands up and leaves you in your puddle of shame.
• Dazai doesn't just cuddle. He tries to merge souls with you. He will drape every single limb over you until you are pinned to the sofa
• He won't stay silent. He’ll whisper dramatic nonsense into your ear or hum a little tune, feeling the vibration of your laugh against his chest
• His fingers are never still. He will mindlessly twist strands of your hair around his fingers, occasionally tugging gently to get your attention
• Every few minutes, he’ll tilt your chin up just to make sure you’re still looking at him. He has a deep-seated fear of people disappearing when he isn't looking
• He’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck and just inhale. He says you smell like home (or something equally cheesy that makes you roll your eyes)
• This man has chronically cold feet. He will slide them under your legs to warm them up, ignoring your indignant shrieks
• Once he’s comfortable, you aren't allowed to leave. If you try to get up for water, he’ll pout and whine like the world is ending until you sit back down
CHUUYA NAKAHARA
• Chuuya is like a human space heater. Being near him feels like sitting by a fireplace. He’s all intense body heat
• He doesn't do "loose" cuddles. He holds you like someone might try to steal you at any second—one arm locked firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against him
• Chuuya isn't big on flowery words, so he shows affection through physical nuzzling. He’ll press his forehead against yours or rub his nose against your temple
• He usually keeps the gloves on out of habit, but if it’s a particularly long session, he’ll peel them off. Feeling his bare hands as he strokes your arm is a top-tier experience
• Sometimes he’ll act like you’re bothering him at first ("Tch, I’ve got work to do..."), but within seconds, he’s melted into the cushions with a long, contented sigh
• If you fall asleep, he’ll wrap his coat around you and stay awake just to watch the door. He’s the ultimate bodyguard-boyfriend
RYŪNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA
• Akutagawa will never show affection in public. But behind closed doors? He is surprisingly needy (only if he trusts you so it probably took you like 2 years or something. there's absolutely no way you get him to open up fast, he's way too traumatized). He approaches cuddling with the same intensity he approaches combat
• Sometimes, he’ll use his ability to bring a corner of his coat over the two of you like an extra blanket. It’s weirdly soft when it’s not trying to slice people
• He's extremely shy. He’ll hide his face in your shoulder or chest so you can’t see the bright red blush creeping up to his ears
• He’s inexperienced with intimacy, warmth, cuddling, kissing, and any type of affection in general, so he’ll constantly glance at you with wide, uncertain eyes to see if he’s doing it right
• Instead of holding your hand, he might just tightly grip the hem of your shirt. It’s his way of making sure you stay close
• Once he finds a comfortable spot, he becomes a statue. He’s terrified that if he moves, the moment will end
RANPO EDOGAWA
• Ranpo doesn't cuddle you, you cuddle him. He will immediately flop his head into your lap and demand that you pet his hair while he eats snacks
• Be warned—there will be snack crumbs. He’ll try to feed you half-melted chocolate or ramune candy while you’re trying to be all romantic and stuff
• He’ll brag about his latest case, but his voice gets softer and sleepier the more you scratch his scalp
• He needs constant physical contact to feel grounded. He’ll also take his hat off and put it on your head
• He talks A LOT. He’ll tell you about how everyone else at the Agency is annoying him until he eventually runs out of steam and falls asleep mid-sentence
• He is a notorious blanket hog. He’ll roll himself into a burrito, and you’ll have to fight your way into the cocoon with him
• He gets a very smug look on his face when you initiate the cuddle. He knew you were going to do it (he’s the best detective EVER, after all)
MICHIZŌ TACHIHARA
• He starts off "cool," just leaning his shoulder against yours while you watch TV, but give him ten minutes and he’s practically in your lap
• He’s a nervous cuddler. He’ll fiddle with the hem of his jacket until you take his hand to calm him down
• He might squeeze you a little too hard, then panic and apologize
• He has a natural instinct to rub your back. His hands are strong, and he’s actually really good at finding the knots in your shoulders
• He likes the "legs intertwined, facing each other" position. He likes to look at you, even if it makes him blush so hard his nose bandage almost pops off
• He claims that if you ever tell the Black Lizards or anyone else that he’s a softie, he’ll kill you (that's obviously not true, he’s a goner for you)
• He likes to put one arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side so your head rests on his chest. He likes hearing his own heart racing because of you
• He’ll wait until he thinks you’re not paying attention to press a quick, rough kiss to the top of your head
How would they react at first if they realized they like you?
✧ OSAMU DAZAI
Most likely, Dazai would act as if he’s joking. He’d be brutally straightforward, not letting you breathe too much in the agency office or finding any excuse to irritate you.
“I’ve heard our most beautiful colleague even has time for my documents too, isn’t that right, bella?”
Even if your heart sometimes beats faster when he compliments you or when he stares at you with that hollow yet intense gaze, Dazai still manages to annoy you far too often.
“You heard wrong.”
Snatching your mission report out of your hands, he made you flare up, rising from your chair to grab it back unsuccessfully.
“Or…I can help you draw your conclusions faster, bella! Trade for trade.”
His smirk grated on your nerves even more. You muttered, “I hate you.” though malice laced it.
Your eyes widened as he gripped your waist, your documents held above your reach while his gaze pinned you down, looking straight at you from above.
“Aww, I truly don’t wish to upset my favorite colleague.”
And yet, no matter how much Dazai jokes, avoids seriousness, or dodges his own feelings, if your life were ever in danger (even if sacrificing you would perfectly serve his strategy) he would never hesitate to save you. Excusing himself with the idea that he’ll surely come up with another plan, though deep down he knows he can’t admit yet that you’re far more important to him than you should be.
✧ CHUUYA NAKAHARA
Chuuya couldn’t stand you from the very moment you entered the Port Mafia at the same time you refused to put up with his arrogance, always firing back whenever he provoked you.
Chuuya barely managed to keep his irritation in check, to stop himself from rolling his eyes when Mori assigned the two of you on the same mission.
“I don’t contest your skills at organizing us, but do I really have to be teamed up with her?”
You answered with the same subtle tone, yet throwing provocation in his face.
“Afraid you’re too weak to keep up?”
And still, Chuuya was utterly stunned when he saw you in action. How resilient, how strong you were. His eyes widened in admiration. Catching him staring, you couldn’t resist teasing, even if his gaze made your own heart hammer.
“Like what you see, foxy boy?”
Chuuya narrowed his eyes in annoyance, even if a betraying flush crept up his cheeks.
But his hidden emotions would only come out when fear overwhelmed him. When your life was truly at risk, he would break completely. Confessing everything in a shaken, frantic voice.
“Don’t you fucking dare die, [Name]! Don’t you—Shit! I can’t lose you. I-I really—“
Your lips twitched faintly as your eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion dragging you down.
“I know, Chuuya. I know. Me too.”
✧ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY
He would never say it outright. For him, acknowledging interest in someone is a colossal weakness, especially in someone working at his side. He would blame it on admiring your intellect, on your obedience, on nearly accepting that he actually trusts you.
Instead, his methods are far from moral.
“You know you’re the best one along my partners, right, [Name]?”
He tilted your chin up, smirking down at you, his eyes attempting to hypnotize you and nearly succeeding.
You smiled back, gaze dropping to his lips before returning to his eyes with that addictive, dangerous look.
“How can I help you this time, Fyodor?”
And still, he would not treat you as he does everyone else. Avoiding (logically, strategically — as he calls it) using you as a mere sacrifice.
✧ RANPO EDOGAWA
Ranpo was utterly confused at first. Why weren’t his deductions working? Why did his heart pound inhumanly fast whenever you stood too close? Why did his body warm up when you praised him for his insights, but not when anyone else did?
It took him a long time to realize he actually liked you, and once he did, the best solution was to confess. And yet… without you, he doubted he would’ve survived it alone.
One day, after a mission, Ranpo came to you, catching you off guard.
“Hey, Ranpo. Are you okay?”
“Why do you always care how I am or what I do?”
You blinked. Once. Twice. You couldn’t tell if his tone was harsh or curious.
“Ranpo?”
His hands twitched, and when his eyes slowly opened, soft in a way you had never seen, you froze.
“Tell me why. Because I’m going insane thinking I’m the only one seeing you in a way I shouldn’t. It makes no sense.”
When you kissed him, Ranpo forgot all the months of headaches this had caused him, melting completely into your touch.
✧ RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA
For Akutagawa, realizing he had feelings for you would be unbearable. Disgusted with himself, he’d rather lash out at you like a child whenever you were too “naive” for your own good.
“Are you fucking serious? Why did you come here? What if something happened and I wasn’t there?”
But the moment he raised his voice, he hated himself even more, especially if your expression showed the slightest hint of hurt. Frozen a second too long, he never apologized (not at first), choosing instead to storm off, guilt gnawing inside.
Yet, after a mission, when you came to clean and bandage his wounds with fierce determination, his chest throbbed violently. Your gentle hands touched his face, far too softly for someone like him.
“Why are you doing this? I only saved you because you were in my way.” His voice was low, yet not angry.
Your gaze met his as you murmured against his face, focusing again on his bruises.
“Every time?”
Your ironic jab irritated him, but he froze again when you leaned too close to grab another set of bandages.
“Because I trust you, Akutagawa. And because you’re stronger than you think. Scream all you want, but I know you have a good heart, Ryuu.”
His muscles tightened, eyes wide with fear and vulnerability. Overwhelmed, he couldn’t even move. All he managed was a weak scoff, hiding his gaze. Still, your smile start forming when you caught the blush on his cheeks.
✧ ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA
Atsushi would be flustered beyond belief, confusing you endlessly at first.
If you hugged him too affectionately, he’d stammer an excuse and flee somewhere else.
If you were too sweet with him, praising him, he’d flush crimson and hide his face as quickly as possible.
But if there were even a hint of danger for you, he would be the very first at your side to protect you.
It would be impossible not to notice in the end—most likely kissing him after a heroic act, catching him completely off guard.
“[Name], what—“ You leaned into him, brushing your lips against his before resting your forehead on his. “Y-you like me too?”
You smiled, nodding and that was all it took for him to cup your cheeks and press his lips to yours in a soft, tender kiss.
✧ DOPPO KUNIKIDA
Doppo would deny his feelings outright, embarrassed to even clear his throat or tug at his tie as though he couldn’t breathe—only whenever you teased him about how responsible he was.
You leaned your head beside his chair, watching him so closely he nearly spilled his coffee. Smiling with your eyes shut, you spoke.
“You’re so serious sometimes, Doppo! Can I help you relax a little?”
“I-I… Nevermind. No! No need…”
You chuckled as he exhaled loudly, teasing him before planting a kiss on his cheek.
“A real embodiment of a husband, did you know that?”
He would be shocked and flustered the entire day. Still, it would be the serious push he needed to finally invite you out properly with every minute and place meticulously planned.
✧ YUKICHI FUKUZAWA
You wouldn’t realize it at first. Even though you’ve known him your whole life, if Fukuzawa ever noticed his feelings drifting beyond platonic, his instinct would be to create distance.
Until you intervened.
“Even if you’re the President of the Agency, that doesn’t mean you can boss me around however you want, Fukuzawa!”
He sighed, rising from his desk and walking toward you. His hands folded beneath the green yukata under his black haori.
“It’s necessary to separate these matters. Our personal lives shouldn’t affect our work.”
“Oh, so you’d rather push me aside? What does that have to do with what’s between us and our personal lives?”
For a fleeting second, you caught Fukuzawa’s eyes widen.
“It’s not that I’m pushing you aside, [Name]. It’s simply—“
“You’ve developed feelings for me, haven’t you, Fukuzawa?”
He was not a man who lied. So he chose silence. Only action. He raised his hands slowly, his knuckles brushing your cheek gently. Devotion glimmered in his eyes, tangled with restraint.
✧ SAKUNOSUKE ODA
Oda was a serious man, respecting anyone who respected him, kind whenever he could be. And yet, when he realized his behavior toward you was different, he didn’t hesitate to speak—awkward as he was. For him, communication was the best solution.
After a long day, he waited for you, one hand hidden behind his back, ready to offer you a flower regardless of your answer. Apologizing or celebrating together.
“Oda?”
He swallowed, hesitant but steady
“If I’ve got the wrong impression, or if this makes you uncomfortable, please tell me. No pressure. I just want to confess that…I like you…and that I’d like to know you better.”
His thoughtful sincerity filled your heart more than you ever expected.
✧ ANGO SAKAGUCHI
Difficult. He was torn between avoiding the whole ordeal (such a headache) and admitting that he was helplessly drawn to you.
Still, one hint from you was enough to tip the scale.
After a few glasses of whisky, you convinced the bookworm to join you on the dance floor.
At first, he preferred to just watch you, leaning against the bar. But then, under his breath, Ango murmured, “Fuck it.” When you crooked your finger at him with that dangerous smile, he surprised you — his lips pressing onto yours, cupping your cheeks right there in the middle of the dance floor.
✧ SIGMA
Sigma would panic at first, afraid to ruin what he had with you, yet guilt gnawed at him for keeping such a secret.
His voice sabotaged him.
“I need to confess something.”
“What’s happening, Sigma?”
Your worried look only deepened his guilt. His head lowered.
“I’m so sorry…I hope you don’t think I’m a horrible person, or that I had any ulterior motives. You’re such an incredible person… and I’ve…developed feelings for you. I know it’s inappropriate—“
“Sigma…” Your shocked voice made him lift his gaze. “I wouldn’t have thought… And… I—I feel the same way.”
Now it was his turn to be shocked.
“You do?”
You nodded. Silence stretched between you, until both of you smiled, meeting halfway in a slow, gentle kiss.
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: a morning together with them.
𝐂𝐖: female reader, slightly suggestive in dazai’s part.
# wc, 2,9k total
𑣲 osamu dazai
your morning didn’t start how you’d liked it to.
‘…bella. wake up.’ you faintly felt a hand ghosting over your thigh, and warm breath tickling the shell of your ear.
a hand patting your thigh repeatedly woke you out of your half asleep state.
‘goodmorning, belladonna.’ you heard dazai say in a tone that’s too bright for this time of day, especially for him, considering he’s never fully awake until 11 am.
‘…what time is it.’ you asked groggily, stretching your limbs with a groan to rid your body of any remaining sleepiness.
‘4:30’ you could hear the smile in his voice when he said it, like it’s the most normal time to wake up. which it definitely isn’t.
‘4..am?’ you questioned, voice eerily calm. deciding to not let your developing irritation get the best of you. ‘mhm, couldn’t sleep,’ dazai wrapped his arms around your waist tight. pulling your back flush against his chest.
you felt his lashes flutter against your nape. ‘darling,’ your voice was steady, unwavering. not allowing him to hear the anger boiling in you.
he hummed, signaling for you to continue.
‘why the fuck. did you wake me up at four in the fucking morning ‘cause you ‘couldn’t sleep.’’ he didn’t give you a reply, nuzzling his face further in your neck. which was the worst possible thing he could’ve done right now.
you rushed yourself out of his embrace, shoved him on his back and straddled his lap, leaning over so you’re face to face with him.
it all went by so fast he had no time to react, his hands instinctively flew to grip your hips since he got a faint idea of what you were planning.
his idea was far from correct, ‘cause you saw the split second his hands made the move to reach for you. you pinned them above his head with one hand. your grip tight so he won’t squirm away, not that he will anyway. he loves it when you manhandle him.
‘where in hell did you get the idea to wake me up, when you’re the one who can’t sleep, huh?’ god he loves it when you’re all riled up like this, because of him.
‘ah, i jus’ missed you bella. wanted to hear your voice.’ that was the worst excuse you’ve ever heard. almost nothing can be important enough to be woken up at 4 am for.
‘don’t give me that bullshit. don’t ever fucking wake me this early again unless you’re on the brink of death. got it?’ you sneered, gripping his chin harshly to keep his attention on you.
his expression was so inappropriate for the situation. his face showed nothing but bliss, you can probably see hearts swimming in his eyes if you squint heart enough, and his lips are slightly parted.
this was so fucking irritating, you were on the verge of screaming at him and he’s liking this, you manhandling, straddling his lap, and god, that expression on your face.
you were about to give him his last warning, but then you heard a sound coming from dazai, an unmistakable moan. and you felt something poking at your inner thigh.
it all clicked now. ‘osamu what the fuck!? are you seriously hard right now?’ you were genuinely speechless, does he really get off from this shit?
‘ ‘m sorry bella, y’re just so hot like this.’ his voice was low, and you heard a slight whine in his tone.
‘ew! ‘samu, what the hell is wrong with you!’ you scrambled off of his lap and sat back on the bed next to him.
‘don’ go baby, please?’ his voice came out no louder than a whisper.
this was absolutely not your intention when you got ontop of him, trying to teach him a lesson. but everything you said went in through one ear and out the other. he didn’t hear a word you said.
you laid back down, still slightly horrified at his intentions. and ofcourse he wrapped his arms around you, pressing himself against your body.
there was no way in hell you were going to give him what he wanted, so you went back to sleep and let him suffer on his own.
𑣲 chuuya nakahara
chuuya’s favorite way to spend a free morning is to go out and get breakfast with you.
but when the weather’s bad, he settles for making you breakfast at home.
today is such a day, the downpour never ceasing to stop. raindrops pattering against the large window in the bedroom.
chuuya woke up early, like usual. he’s gotten so used to waking up early that it’s rare for him to still be asleep after 8 am. even on a day off.
he’s laying on his side so he’s face to face with you. one arm under his head.
lithe fingers brushing a few stray hairs from your face. his fingers ghosting over your skin. his fingers traced your features with a featherlight touch.
you look so adorable like this, hair all messy from tossing and turning, a very small smile on your face, your soft skin in it’s bare glory, no makeup to cover it up.
he loves seeing you like this, it feels so domestic and intimate.
his thumb was trailing over your cheekbone when your lashes fluttered open. ‘mornin’ baby.’ you stretched your arms out foward, wrapping them around his neck while you’re at it.
you pushed yourself closer to him, his body radiating a comfortable warmth on you.
one hand moved to your waist and the other settled on your thigh. his hand lightly sqeeuzing the skin.
you inched your face close enough to give him a quick kiss, and rested your head on his pillow. ‘goodmorning chuu, you sleep okay?’ you asked him, fingers tangling in his copper strands.
‘mhm, always sleep good when y’re next to me.’ he said, voice low and groggy.
‘ya wan’ me to make you breakfast?’ he asked you, azure eyes staring into yours.
you nodded, and so he got out of bed. he stretched his arms out, showing the insane definition of his back muscles, it was a sight that could make you drool on the spot.
he snatched a pair of sweatpants from the armchair, put them on. and made his way to the kitchen, with you following after him a minute later.
he told you to sit on a barstool at the kitchen island and that he’d do all the work.
you absolutely adore watching him cook, even if he’s just cutting up fruit or frying an egg. he looks so good with just an apron on and no shirt underneath.
breakfast is done relatively quickly, your favorite meal and some cut up fruits along with a cup of coffee. sweetened just the way you like it.
he hangs his apron back on the hook on the wall and sits on the barstool next to you.
‘chuuya. are you seriously going to watch me eat?’ you held a forkful of food to your mouth, about to dig in to the meal he prepared for you with care.
‘can’t a guy admire his gorgeous girlfriend, hm?’ he teased. you couldn’t fight the blush creeping on your cheeks at the compliment.
you were happily munching on the food he made, telling him about your week through bites.
‘was it good, doll?’ he picked up your plate and put it in the dishwasher, only now making a cup of coffee for himself. ‘mhm! was delicious.’ you walked over to where he stood at the coffee machine and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder.
‘c’mon chuu, let’s get back in bed. pretty please?’ you knew he never said no to you, so you expected nothing less than him taking your hand. leaving behind the cup of coffee to go cold.
𑣲 atsushi nakajima
atsushi love love loves waking up to your pretty sleeping face. he may even love it more than ochazuke, which is hard to top.
your face is just so freaking adorable when you’re asleep, he just wants to pinch your cheeks from the cuteness overload.
your hair is all messy, sprawled over the pillow, your lips are pursed together in the cutest pout he’s ever seen.
his arms wrap around your waist, careful to not accidentally wake you.
sunlight poured into the room through the thin curtain, giving the room a pretty orange hue and comfortable atmosphere.
he was staring at your face so intently, he barely noticed your body twitching just slightly.
your eyelashes fluttered open and you imagined noticed him staring, even through blurry vision from having just awoken from your slumber.
‘baby,’ you said, voice rough and laced with remnants of sleep, making him shriek audibly. ‘…yes!?’ he was very caught off guard to say the least.
‘you’re staring.’ you said with the straightest face he’d ever seen from you, were you mad he was staring?
he immediately started apologizing profusely, so you slapped a hand over his mouth to stop him from throwing out apologies like it’s an olympic sport.
‘don’t apologize for that ‘sushi.’ you said, cupping his cheeks with both your hands, thumbs caressing his cheeks gently.
‘-sorry!’ another apology. he laughs awkwardly, concerned why your face looks so disappointed.
‘sweetheart, i’ve told you so many times. you don’t need to apologize for so many things. i know you mean well.’ he was about to blurt out another sorry, and you saw it, so you shut him up with a soft kiss on his lips.
‘i’m serious.’ you say, voice stern. not to lecture him, but to make sure it gets to his head. ‘..okay.’ he says shyly.
‘you’re just really pretty.. couldn’t help myself.’ he blurts out after a moment of silence, it makes you giggle. ‘you’re so cute, atsu.’ you pinch his cheeks, exactly what he wanted to do to you earlier, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
his heart swells at how cute you’re looking right now, a happy expression on your face and a bright smile from simply pinching his cheek.
atsushi loves mornings like this with you so much, waking up to your gorgeous face is something he wants to do everyday until you grow old and wrinkly with him, and even then he’ll love you more than anything.
𑣲 ryunosuke akutagawa
waking up together with akutagawa is rare. he doesn’t sleep very often, or he’s already up and about for his demanding job.
even getting him to rest is nearly impossible, you’ll have to strap him down to the bed if you want him to get very well needed rest.
and sometimes he comes home from work in the early morning, like today.
you woke up since your throat was as dry as the desert, and on your way to the kitchen you ran into akutagawa. who was on his way to your shared bedroom.
‘[name].’ he said, slightly surprised from you walking into him. nearly dropping your empty glass from the impact and shock.
you steadied yourself on two feet before properly greeting him. ‘hi ryu,’ you greeted him with a tired smile.
‘why are you awake at this hour.’ he inquired, his gaze moving to the clock on the oven to check the time. 5:43 am.
‘got thirsty, why are you back just now. thought you had a short assignment.’ you retorted with a yawn, your tone had a slight hint of annoyance.
‘went longer than i anticipated,’ he brushed past you, too tired to argue with you about him getting home later than he promised to.
this wasn’t new behavior or anything, you know he doesn’t like talking about his job so you never press on it.
he looks exhausted. his movements are sluggish and his eyes have dark bags underneath them.
he takes his coat off, hangs it on the clothing rack, and walks past you again. this time heading for the living room.
you know what he’s doing. he’s not letting himself fall victim to slumber. he’ll stay up reading his book until it’s an appropriate time to wake you up.
‘ryunosuke please.’ you stand infront of him, a hand on his shoulder so he won’t attempt to leave so easily.
‘what,’ he knows you care for him, and sometimes it’s too much for him. why do you insist on staying with him all these times? he knows he’s not the easiest person to be around, he’s stubborn, and doesn’t want anyone to worry for him. especially you.
‘just come to bed with me, please. you need to sleep.’ the hand on his shoulder falls down to gently hold his hand.
you’re looking at him with the most doe-eyed look he’s ever seen from you.
he doesn’t say anything. ‘i’ll make sure you’re safe, ryu. you need to sleep. i’ll wake you up in a few hours, promise.’ he lets you guide him back into the bedroom.
you’re right. he really needs sleep, he can’t remember the last time he got a full eight hours of shut eye, it’s definitely been weeks.
he lets you tuck him under the covers tightly, and wrap your arms around his waist, his head tucked under your chin.
his arms also wrap around your waist. holding you very close against him to let your bodyheat seep into his colder skin.
you press one kiss on his hair and mutter a goodnight to him, muffled by his hair.
he drifts off into a peaceful slumber, the thumping of your heartbeat easing all his worries.
the morning didn’t go as you imagined, but you’re happy akutagawa’s finally asleep.
𑣲 ranpo edogawa
ranpo refused to get out of bed. yes it was his day off, but it’s nearing noon and you want to spend time with him out of bed.
‘ran, would you please get out of bed? i’ll make you breakfast.’ you stood at the foot of the bed, pleading for him to get out and spend the day with you.
but he wouldn’t budge at all.
nothing you said or promised made him move so much as an inch.
you told him he could stay in bed for an hour longer. said hour has long passed already, you promised to run to the convience store for snacks and then he’d be out of bed. he stayed in the same exact position when you returned.
‘c’mere, sugar.’ he opened his arms for you to join him. you hesitated for a moment, but caved and settled beside him, safe in his warm embrace.
he shoved his face inbetween your tits the second you laid down.
your hands move to scratch at his scalp with your nails, he absolutely loves it when you do that. he loves having your hands in his hair, whether it be playing with the hair at his nape, scratching his scalp or simply carding your fingers through the soft black strands. he loves it all.
he could definitely fall asleep like this, his arms and legs wrapped around you like a koala, your nails lightly scratching his scalp, the rise and fall of your chest with every breath you take, and the rhythmic thumping of your heart nearly lulling him to sleep.
but he can’t. you’ll kill him if he falls asleep now. he’s already slept out for longer than you want him to.
you can’t even blame him if he falls asleep right now. if you were in his position you’d definitely snooze a little too.
but you really needed him out of bed, you weren’t going to let him sleep the entire day away since it was a rare occurrence that you both had a free day, so you decided to use up the last option you had to convince him over.
‘ranpo,’ ‘what.’ ‘if you get out of bed in 2 minutes, i’ll let you sleep ontop my chest, kay?’ having a head on your chest isn’t very comfortable, but you know he loves it. your chest is better than any pillow in the entire universe.
he immediately shot up from his very comfortable position, eyes wide open to convince you he’s fully awake now.
you can’t do anything else but laugh out loud at his immediate switchup.
‘hey! what’re you laughing for?!’ he shot you an accusatory glare. he knows it’s him your laughing at, but why?
‘-i can’t— believe- you folded, -so easily!’ you were laughing so hard it hurt to breathe, and he just stood there like🧍♂️, his shirt completely crinkled.
‘that’s so stupid.’ he was sulking now, arms crossed over eachother and his lips formed into a pout. if he stomped the floor with one foot he’d literally be like a kid throwing a tantrum ‘cause their mom wouldn’t buy them any more candy.
although you could’ve spent a few more minutes laughing your ass off, if you didn’t console him now and promise to buy him snacks, he’d be sulking for days on end and that’s something you do not want to experience again.
you walked over to him so you stood opposite of him.
‘ ‘m sorry ran, you’re just so cute sometimes!’ you cupped his cheeks and kissed him on the lips, making his pout slowly fade and turn into a small smile.
‘fine.. but don’t laugh at me like that again! and for the record i’m cute all the time.’ he said, whispering that last part. likely to himself. but you definitely heard it.
you gave him his snacks later to stop his complete sulking, and he comfortably fell asleep on your chest that night.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: hope you all enjoy this (˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵)
rewrite of this
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╰┈➤ ･₊˚ʚ 𝚂𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 : heated make out session in his office that's it
╰┈➤ ･₊˚ʚ 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜 : fondling, hickeys, semi-rough make out session, semi-public sex, implied fem! reader, getting caught, use of pet names ( doll ), not beta read
╰┈➤ ･₊˚ʚ 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : smut
You were currently in his office, straddled on top of his lap—back faced against his desk with your blouse halfway undone and bra pulled down. His mouth pressed against yours, tongue exploring the insides of your mouth. His hand was caressing your cheek while the other is stroking your thighs back and forth. Your arms wrapped around his neck, both hands tugging at the back of his head. You tried saying his name, yet all that came out were muffled moans.
He pulled away—breathless, his cheeks flushed a rosey pink tint. After regaining his breath, he switched to nibbling on your neck—one of his hands fondling your breast. The pleasure felt undeniably marvelous, making you whimper even louder than before. “mngh— h-harder...” you pleaded, saliva drooling out. And so he did. Biting down hard on your skin, leaving dark purple bruises all over your neck. He stopped for a moment to take a good look at you,“Look at you doll, all messed up— just for me.” He gazed at you with awe, admiring the art work of the mess he made.
He shifted his attention to your chest and quickly shoved the unattended one onto his mouth—licking your sensitive nipples as he pinched the other with his hand. Causing you to moan out his name—hands gripped tightly around his hair as he continued playing with your chest. Just as his other hand makes way underneath your skirt—someone barged in the room, looking at the scene before them, they quickly apologized for interrupting and closed the door shut—muttering apologies as they went down the staircase.
“Well that's one way of turning down the mood,” He broke the silence first. “So... Do you still wanna have that round 2?”
╰┈➤ ･₊˚ʚ 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 : I rushed while writing ts so mb... (The entirety of the time I was writing this I was thinking about ayatsuji)
synopsis.: nicknames... such a cute way of showing affection—bsd characters reacting to you calling them a nickname for the first time ♡
ft.: dazai, chuuya, ranpo, atsushi x gn!reader (seperately)
cw.: sfw, fluff, crack, drabbles, nicknames used: ‘samu, chuu, ranran, atsu / ‘sushi (i couldn’t help myself with atsushi), in dazai’s part a slightly more feminine nickname is used for reader (⇢ belladonna / bella), suggestive themes, in atsushi’s part it’s implied that reader has hair long enough to braid
word count.: 2.9k words in total
۶ৎ note.: soo, dazai calling everyone and everything belladonna is kind of canon, and i totally love that, but that got me thinking how the bsd men would react to reader calling them a nickname so i shall serve! also, what do we think of the new-ish layout? hihi. if you like this, you may want to check out PART TWO which includes poe, akutagawa, tachihara, and fyodor
dazai.:
it feels strange hearing you call him “osamu,” let alone “‘samu”—a nickname you’ve been using behind closed doors more often than not. it makes him feel strangely attuned to you whenever you call him that, and in those moments his attention is solely on you.
perhaps it’s because he’s never let anyone get this close before, not close enough to call him by his given name. he actually prefers people use his last name.
it feels less intimate, less real, and keeps emotional distance. and we all know dazai osamu loves being emotionally unavailable and not letting anyone dip too deep into his mind.
he himself calls you many names. there are the typical ones, of course—love, dear, sweetheart—and his personal favorite, belladonna. then there are his ridiculous, over-the-top ones, like “beloved corpse-to-be” (since he still dreams of that double suicide with you and must keep his dramatic flair), or his sweet little “sugarplum” if he feels extra affectionate.
believe or not, but sometimes you give him that cuteness aggression, even if he would never admit it. he simply deals with it by being overbearingly clingy and humorous, even if his sense of humor is... peculiar.
he still remembers the first time you used his given name, back when the two were ever so painfully getting closer in your relationship. your voice was soft that evening, and you felt a little reluctant to call him “osamu” for the first time.
if only you knew how his heart skipped a beat at that time—how badly he wanted to ask you to say it again, to bless his ears once more with the warmth and gentleness of your tone. but of course he disguised his initial reaction with a lighthearted response: “ara, ara, is that what you’re calling me now, bella? how scandalous~”
it still feels odd to him, hearing his name being spoken and laced with so many emotions: love, frustration, concern, neediness. he loves it every single time, and he could listen to you say it for hours. maybe it’s a bit indulgent, self-serving even, but he doesn’t necessarily care.
besides, you seem to like calling him by his first name or nickname rather than his last name, given how many times it accidentally slips out at work.
though he doesn’t mind at all, and quite frankly, no one at the agency really does either. it’s a place of chaos and strange wonders, so nobody bats an eye at what you call each other.
to him, it’s more of a sign of how comfortable you are, forgetting where you are and who’s watching in the first place. it warms his chest.
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“you okay, ‘samu? you’ve been unusually quiet.” you mumble, gently stroking his hair while his head rests on your chest.
he looks up at you, his heart fluttering once again at the nickname. he actually wonders if he could ever get used to it.
“why, i’m quite alright, my dear~ can’t a man dwell in silence and listen to his lover’s heartbeat once in a while? how am i supposed to hear it when i keep talking?” he says, his voice smooth and steady as ever.
“that is, unless you like hearing me talk? in that case, how about we talk about the new suicide method i thought of. it involves you and your soft, squishy thighs–”
you pull on his hair, causing him to shut up real quick and let out a whine that may or may not sound somewhat indecent.
“bad dog.” you say, and dazai only gasps as he feigns offense, leaning in closer.
“bad dog? how dare you call me such a simple-minded, voracious, filthy beast? i’m so much more intelligent and well-behaved than a stinky mutt!” he says dramatically, pouting ever so slightly.
you giggle at that, feeling just a tiny bit bad. not for him obviously, but rather for the poor dogs he insulted. “i’ll never understand why you hate dogs so much.”
dazai only looks at you, his expression softening at your laugh. he doesn’t really want to answer, so he settles for attacking you with kisses instead.
“simple, they’re sloppy. but i suppose if i’m a dog to you, i may as well act like one too, right?” he teases, his kisses wet and more like he’s licking you, which feels ticklish.
you squeak out in fake disgust, laughing and trying to tilt your head away. “gahh, osamu, stop! that tickles! bad dog, very bad dog!”
eventually, dazai stops and pulls away, giving you room to catch your breath after laughing so much. god, he loves hearing you laugh.
chuuya.:
when you first called chuuya “chuu,” cooing the nickname right into his ear at work, the man was utterly perplexed, confused and embarrassed all at once.
he’s a man of authority at work, and having you rile him up so easily with just a single word, no matter how cute and innocent, is really bad for his ego.
but despite everything, and even while already plotting how to get back at you, he can’t deny that it sounds extremely sweet rolling from your lips.
it gives him a sense of normalcy he’s never known in his messed-up life. how could he, when he literally grew up as a lab rat, got stabbed in the back more times than he can count, and now works in the mafia? and he’s actually decent at his job, too.
no person who’s good at killing will ever feel remotely close to normal or human. no, more often than not he feels empty, like he’s not living but merely existing to serve.
when you enter the picture, however, his perspective changes. he feels happier waking up now, less miserable and more fulfilled. he loves that you provide a stability in his life he so desperately yearned for. after all, the only stable thing he could rely on back then left him, betrayed him. and blowed up his car for no fucking reason at all.
and while chuuya is utterly scared that you’ll betray him too, that you’ll leave him like everyone else did, these small domestic moments silence his doubts.
they remind him that you’re not like the others, that you love him, unconditionally and irrevocably, and he clings so desperately to that feeling. because your love is one of the few things in his life that makes him feel truly human—wanted instead of needed.
it’s such an ordinary thing for couples to do, giving each other nicknames. while he calls you things like darling, sweets, or doll, too, knowing you came up with something personal—even if it’s just a shorter version of his name—makes him feel cozy and warm.
the thought that you even cared enough to come up with something, that it’s specifically meant to tease him and make him feel something, means more to him than you could possibly imagine.
however, just because he’s softening over a nickname doesn’t mean he’ll let you off the hook. if you want to play, he’ll play dirtier. he’ll tease you with names he’d only use in the bedroom, or touch you where he knows it will leave you wanting more.
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“ahh, you’re so damn cute, chuu~ look at you, so focused on such trivial work,” you tease him, sitting on his lap in his office and pinching his cheeks playfully. “my pretty man.”
chuuya only raises a brow, averting his gaze from the file he’s reading and now staring at you. a small smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth.
“heh, cute? is that really all you can come up with to annoy me?” he says, drumming his finger gently over your hip with the hand that’s steadying you.
“oh no, i didn’t mean to annoy you… is my pretty little executive upset i called him cute?” you say in a higher pitch, cupping his cheeks and smiling in amusement.
now you’ve got his full attention. he knows exactly what you’re doing—calling him little when you know how insecure he is about his height.
still, he keeps his emotions surprisingly well in check. though maybe it’s only because he refuses to give you the satisfaction of a reaction when you’re being such a brat. at the same time he can’t let you get away with it so easily either.
“call me little again, i dare you,” chuuya warns, though his voice sounds anything but threatening.
“my little chuu-chuu,” you mumble, a challenging glint in your eyes.
“you’re being bratty on purpose, aren’t you, doll? want me to correct this behavior so badly, hm? well, that can certainly be arranged.” he whispers against your ear, his grip on your hips tightening.
a small shiver runs down your spine at his words and your cheeks grow hotter. this is what you wanted, after all. you love riling him up so much, don’t you? not that he minds. this gives him a reason to be extra rough with you tonight.
“gonna wipe that stupid grin off your face. just you wait until we get home.”
ranpo.:
ranpo is so used to people respecting him, taking him seriously, and using honorifics that compliment him on how intelligent he is.
after all, his ability to deduce the truth or predict an outcome from the smallest of clues is astounding—both to outsiders and to you.
so when you called him “ranran” for the first time, he took it as a challenge. your intentions were innocent enough, just a cute nickname you came up with and wanted to call him.
but who is he if he doesn’t feel just a little mocked by it, as if you weren’t taking him seriously?
to him, nicknames are endearing, yes, but also childish. he prefers the respect that comes with honorifics, the praise tucked neatly inside them. so why should he put up with such antics from you? because you two are together? hardly a reason. at least, that’s what he tells himself at first.
he doesn’t expect you to grovel at his feet (though, admittedly, the image is rather amusing), but he does hope you’d respect him.
truthfully though, the more often you call him by that nickname rather than his actual name, and the way your voice grows softer, more playful when you say it, the less it actually bothers him.
in fact, it starts to feel genuine. adorable, even. and ranpo loves seeing you happy. it makes his heart swell in a way he doesn’t quite know how to deal with.
maybe being seen as just ranpo, your ranpo, the love of your life—hopefully—is sometimes more pleasant than being treated like the world’s greatest detective.
obviously, he’d never admit that. so he keeps up the dramatic act, because letting you know how much it gets to him would be far too vulnerable.
but being with him for some time now, you can read him more easily than he’d like to admit. much to his demise, you realize way sooner than he’d prefer that he actually loves it.
perhaps he shouldn’t let you hang around dazai so much. that man keeps teaching you how to read lies through body language. and now, that’s something even ranpo can’t hide. much to his annoyance.
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“soo, how’s my sweet ranran doing?” you ask, plopping yourself over his shoulders and chair at the agency.
it’s a busy day, but you finally have some free time. and what better way to spend it than by annoying– uh, spending time with your ever-so-loving boyfriend?
ranpo, who’s been munching on some snacks, leans his head back and looks up at your face, trying to hide the small smile tugging at his lips with a mild pout.
“don’t call me that,” he says, but you only laugh, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
“you know you love it, don’t act like you don’t~” you tease, sitting down in the chair next to him. you rest your head on your hand, elbow on the table, gazing at him while stealing one of his strawberry pocky.
usually he’s the one stealing snacks from others and never lets anyone take his sweets, but as long as it’s you, he allows it.
“you know you’re gonna have to replace that,” he says, watching you eat the pocky with a small hint of amusement.
“aww, is ranran sad his sweets are getting eaten? how ever can i make my darling forgive me?” you muse, playing into his shenanigans.
“well, for one you could go buy me more sweets. but i happen to accept kisses as payment as well,” ranpo says, leaning his upper body ever so slightly closer.
you roll your eyes playfully but eventually comply with his demand, kissing him tenderly.
he smiles at that and holds you in place as you try to pull away, enjoying the warmth radiating from you.
“is the nickname really that bad?” you ask, amused.
“hmm… let’s just say it’s not the worst thing your pretty little mind has come up with.”
atsushi.:
atsushi is used to nicknames, most commonly known under his nemesis’ own: weretiger. though, it isn’t really an intimate one.
he’s quite certain akutagawa only calls him that to mock him, to reduce his worth as a human being by not even acknowledging him as one.
and while he doesn’t mind all that much—since it’s one of the few things that doesn’t sting so horribly, considering what else he was called during his time at the orphanage—nothing could have prepared him for the nickname you decided was his the moment you started dating.
yes, you didn’t even wait until the two of you were settled before addressing him with it. ever since you met atsushi, the name lingered on your tongue, aching to be spoken out loud.
though, he knew long before you first called him “‘sushi” that this would be his nickname, because he saw that you had already saved his contact under that name.
he wasn’t prying, god no. he was just helping you find your phone by calling it. it’s not his fault he was the one who found it first and happened to sneak a peek at the display.
but in all honesty, he didn’t think much of it at the time. after all, his first priority back then was bringing your phone back to you.
it didn’t cross his mind again until much later, when you two finally got together and you called him that sweet, adorable name out loud. and it didn’t help that you said it so casually, so absent-mindedly, in such a soft voice that he practically melted.
he still melts at it even now. he tells himself he should be used to it by this point, but he simply can’t wrap his head around how cute you sound and look saying it, always beaming at the sight of him.
truly, he doesn’t think he’s ever felt more loved in his entire life than with you. and that nickname especially makes him feel cherished.
he doesn’t know exactly why. maybe it’s because it’s from you, specifically. or maybe it’s just the fact that it reminds him he’s grown into someone who can be loved, someone who isn’t useless or worthless
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“you know, every time i call you ‘sushi i actually want to eat sushi. maybe atsu is a better nickname,” you mumble, sitting cross-legged while waiting for atsushi to finish braiding your hair.
he loves braiding your hair in the evening before bed. it’s comforting, and a nice way to spend a little more time together before actually falling asleep.
“ah, i’m sorry…?” he says, not entirely sure how to respond. after all, he didn’t choose his own name. though he’s not sure he’d change it even if he had the chance.
“mhm, don’t be. maybe i just need another nickname for you, one that doesn’t make me hungry,” you say, dismissing his apology quickly—you don’t want him to feel bad about his name too.
he’s far too precious to you for that. and you’d never want him to feel more like a burden than he already does.
“what about atsu? would you like that?” you ask, leaning back against his chest as he finishes braiding your hair.
atsushi wraps his arms around you, adjusting you so you’re leaning more comfortably against him.
“hm… i don’t hate it. but you don’t have to change the nickname. we could also just keep some sushi in the fridge to deal with your cravings,” atsushi says.
“ah, and with what money are we going to afford that? besides, sushi tastes best when it’s fresh. nice idea though.” you mumble, closing your eyes as sleepiness begins to wash over you.
“i’ll just stick to ‘sushi. i don’t think i’d be able to erase it from my memory anyway. i’ve had you saved like that in my contacts since forever,” you say, smiling proudly.
“yeah, i know,” atsushi says with a soft chuckle. you open your eyes and look at him, not having expected that.
“how come?” you ask, your curiosity piqued.
“w-well, i saw it when i was helping you search for your phone, and my name popped up on the display since i was the one calling you. it wasn’t on purpose…”
“mhm. you sure you didn’t snoop around?” you tease him, smiling lightly.
“of course! i would never go through your stuff, love,” he insists, emphasizing his words so you’ll believe him.
“i was just teasing, ‘sushi. don’t worry, i know you’d never do that,” you say, pulling his face down to press a quick kiss against his lips, which he gladly returns.
۶ৎ note.: i could go on and on about this! having someone create their own nickame just for you or simply calling you by your first name is so dear to me. personalized nicknames over universal nicknames any day !! also, i decided to end my hiatus a day early because i miss writing sm. and just a small last thing, i’ve been getting requests during my hiatus. while i don’t mind that, please keep in mind that in the future my breaks might be longer and that i won’t write them until after my hiatus. hope you guys can understand and respect that! ♡
╰› warnings ♯ fem reader, swearing, might be ooc, established relationships, character death, grief, mourning, loss of a loved one, one-sided conversation, heavy angst, no comfort ⋆˚࿔
them texting their deceased lover
ahh i'm so slumped! But I'm glad I'm able to at least post this amidst my responsibilities as a student :DD, it's like 2 am rn and I'm pushing through ok?? Exams are literally next week so this might be my last post for a longg while, so sorry :(( Anyways, enjoy this angst smau! Tell me if i've done them justice hihi. based on this req.
