Random Headcanon Time:

random headcanon time:

fukuzawa would need help with tying his tie. i mean, he sticks to traditional japanese clothing and we‘ve only seen him in a suit once in the manga, therefore he‘s probably so confused when it comes to tying a tie, like, he‘s need so many tries and still wouldn‘t get it (then y/n comes and does it for him ;3)

BSD MEN!

↳ AND WHERE DO THEY LOVE TO HOLD YOU.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... f!reader but can also be read as gn!reader, NSFW, unprotected sex, blowjob, missionary, biting/marking, size kink, slight belly bulge, just some filthy stuff that need to get out of my head.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... 👁️👄👁️✨

BSD MASTERLIST.

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 — he’s a traditional lover; a classic love making — tangling your hands together in a tight clasp as he drove his hips, cock grazing your sweet spot and creating a smallest of a bulge in your stomach that made your mind blank — the pleasure of his cock pounding in your walls is all you can think of, adding the stimulation of both of your arms raise over your head as he holds it with one hand with a tight grip as you can feel the burning sensation of his nails grazing on your sensitive skin as your hips twitch; you know he’s close by the way his hand clasped on your wrists together were trembling and his moans were getting louder and breathier as you clenched around his cock — followed by a few squeezes of your fingers on his and littering his neck with kisses, adding the stimulation of your cunt squeezing his cock, he came with a breathy moan.

Nakajima Atsushi, Kunikida Doppo, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Tachihara Michizō, Fukuzawa Yukichi —

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𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊, 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 — as his lips hover yours, but not quite touching; teasing you with a smirk on his lips when you seems desperate to kiss him while he fucks you; he loves the fucked out look on your face, though he isn’t any better; his mouth agape, lips swollen and eyebrows furrowed together, his nails graze on your jaw and you can’t look away on his eyes when you’re cumming; eyes rolling back with your mouth fell open as he push his thumb past your lips, sucking on his finger as he followed soon enough with a choked moan.

Nakahara Chuuya, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Dazai Osamu —

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𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒 — as he hooks it on his shoulders, holding your thighs as a leverage to fuck himself deeper and harder as though to chase his impending orgasm that is hurling faster than he expected, his teeth would graze on the expanse of your skin on your inner thighs, creating marks and bites that will surely last longer and will make you not wear skirts the next day; though, that was the point of his marks, he huffed a breath as he was trapped between your thighs, cock ravishing your cunt in a brutal pace as he leaned in to you, the same time your thighs folded over your chest and you whimpered at the sudden stretch of your body folding in half; he had you in a mating press as he cums, your cunt leaking and milking him the same time — his release too powerful that he has no choice but to bite on your inner thigh.

Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Mark Twain —

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 — as you fasten your pace; your jaw slack as your throat restricted when you tried to take as much of his cock on your mouth — his hand tightened around your hair as you whimpered on his harsh grasp and his moans drift on the air when you use your hand to grip on the base where the remaining inches of his cock can’t fit anymore. He’s harshly pushing your hair away from your face, creating a messy ponytail just to take a glimpse of your hooded eyes and swollen lips taking his cock and when he cums — he’s pushing your head down with a grunt as he paints your throat with white thicks of ropes of cum.

Nakahara Chuuya (damn), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Edgar Allan Poe, Edogawa Ranpo —

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Fukuzawa x Reader - Eternally Mine

A/n: We’ll just call this Fukuzawa’s part of Eternally Mine even if I’ve already written one-shots for three characters and published it in one post. Also let’s pretend that a Polaroid can take high quality pictures of the moon, okay?

Anyway, @jadegreenimmortality I hope you like this!

Word Count: 1.3k

Fukuzawa sighed, briefly glancing at the silver moon shining above the house. Finally, after a long day of overtime at the Agency, he got to come home to you, even if you’d be asleep already. Like many other couples, as the years gradually passed, you had stopped waiting up for him as often whenever he came home late, saying you weren’t going to waste your precious time for sleep.

He knew you were lying though. Unlike many other couples, the two of you had been tested many times with dangers that ordinary civilians never had to worry about, and despite surviving all of them, he knew that the memories still weighed in the very back of your mind. So even if you did pretend to sleep, he understood that you were waiting quietly, listening for the familiar sound of his footsteps. 

He understood because he did the same thing whenever he had to wait for you.

Stepping through the doorway, he made his way to the bedroom, expecting to find you snuggled up under the covers. However, there was no trace of you, even your phone and keys missing from their usual places. 

He wasn’t sure where you would have gone at this hour, but he knew you were most likely safe. He’d simply just have to wait for you to come back.

Slipping his haori off, he reached for the fastening of his yukata, stopping as he finally noticed a little box sitting on the desk in the corner. 

“What’s this…?”

Tilting his head slightly, he approached the desk, slowly reaching for the lid of the box and peering inside.

Pictures. Inside the box were tons of little pictures, ones that he recognized in a heartbeat. 

Many, many years ago, before the two of you had even started dating, he remembered buying you that little Polaroid camera, the one that you ended up taking with you everywhere, taking pictures of all the sights you found fascinating. 

But these weren’t pictures of cute, fluffy animals, or the setting sun. 

They were all pictures of you and him. Pictures you had taken practically everyday, immortalizing the springtime of your youth with him.

You really had looked silly, asking complete strangers to take pictures of you and even resorting to holding the camera backwards if you had to, struggling to get the angle correct as you couldn’t see what you were taking a picture of. Nevertheless though, you still did what you had to record the precious memories you wanted to keep forever.

In his hand he held a memory of the day he had taken you to the Yokohama Bay, the crystal blue waves of the ocean lapping gently in the background while you hugged him close to you, smiling brightly at the camera. 

He smirked slightly. 

It was a nice picture, but he preferred the one he had taken secretly of you, pointing out the wild dolphins with an expression of sheer amazement, one that he didn’t get to see so often and therefore cherished greatly. 

Not to mention it was better-centered.

At the top of the pile was the day you had visited Disneyland in Tokyo, having forced him to come along, pushing a pair of Mickey Ears on his head. He didn’t need a picture to remember perfectly well how you had burst into hysterical laughter, attracting the attention of all those around you. 

At least it was a pleasant memory for you. 

His fingertips hovered above one photo, the only picture that didn’t show either of you. 

This was still the one you loved most, however. 

It was a gorgeous photo, just like the night. For perhaps the millionth time, you had dragged him along somewhere, cradling that camera in your hands like the beloved child you thought of it as. 

This time, you had taken him to a park, lined with blooming cherry blossom trees, the faintest of breezes being enough to carry the soft pink flowers down to the grass. As the petals drifted off, they seemed to float across the full moon, the world practically begging you to photograph its beauty. 

And of course you obliged, lifting your camera up and taking as many pictures of the magical sight as you could. 

“Wow, Yu-chan, you have to admit that these are some of the prettiest pictures I’ve taken yet!” You smiled excitedly, turning around and holding the pictures up. 

“Huh?”

You froze, realizing that he wasn’t standing behind you anymore. 

He was down on one knee. 

“Yu-chan?”

“I want you to marry me. I’ll continue doing my best to make you happy.”

There was no grand speech, no fireworks or serenade, just him and his love. But you didn’t mind, for your Yukichi always laid his love bare for you. 

It was honest. 

Of course, you said yes, and of course, you kept the picture of the moon. Maybe it had known what was going to happen, and maybe that’s why it worked together with the earth to make your moment naturally beautiful. 

“Oh, did I forget to put that away?”

He looked up, hearing your voice at the doorway. There you stood, keys in hand as you smiled sheepishly at him. 

“Welcome back,” he told you, placing the pictures back in the box. “Where did you go?”

“The neighbors decided to invite me over for dinner. I was rushing to get ready so I must’ve forgotten to put that back,” you said, walking over and placing a kiss on his cheek. 

You glanced fondly down at the pictures for a moment, a pout soon settling on your face as you  picked one up.

“Gee,” you sighed, “I was so pretty back then, wasn’t I? I almost miss my youth.”

“There’s no point in missing your youth for the sake of missing your beauty. You still have it. And besides,” he continued, looking directly at you, “it’s the beauty of the heart that matters most. That’s what I married you for.”

You stared at him, the picture falling from your hand. 

“You’re too old to be saying those things you know,” you mumbled, turning around as a blush settled on your face.

“Why? One should always tell the truth, no matter the age,” he said. “And I know that marrying you was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I’ve never doubted it once.”

You felt your stomach fill with butterflies, a nostalgic feeling you hadn’t felt since you were younger. 

‘I can’t believe he still has the power to make me blush, and the fact that he can say that like it’s nothing! This is ridiculous!’

“Yeah, yeah, as you say,” you muttered, hurriedly reaching into a cabinet as the blush spread to the tips of your ears. “I’m going to take a shower now, so you don’t have to wait for me.” 

You walked into the bathroom without bothering to listen to his answer, shutting the door behind you. 

Fukuzawa watched, the slightest of smiles gracing his lips. 

Maybe he’d stay and look at a few more pictures before he went to bed.

**

You shifted around, the glowing rays of the sun preventing you from getting any more sleep. 

‘Why’s it so cold…?’

Blearily peaking an eye open, you realized that your husband had disappeared, the space next to you empty.

‘Don’t tell me he went to the Agency already?’ 

You sat up, lifting your arms over your head as you stretched, trying to feel more awake. 

Looking off the side, a bright piece of orange caught your attention. 

It was a little sticky note, with the familiar penmanship of your husband written on it, the content causing your face to heat up yet again.

“I went to the Agency early this morning, but I should also be back home earlier.” 

That was what you had expected it to say. The actual words written across the paper said something rather different, sending your heart pounding in the way it had in so many pictures.

“We are no longer like flames, burning brightly in our youth and blazing through life. But for another reason, we are no longer like flames, for fire fades and finally flickers out as it ages, but as long as I continue existing, so will my love for you.”

FAVORITE POSITION

synopsis: your hubby’s favorite position that leaves you in a sweaty, pleasurable mess.

୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ note: simple short hcs today.. apologies if it’s bad!!

content warnings: nsfw (17+), fem!reader, missionary, doggie, cowgirl, praise + slight degration

CHOSO

Who loves it when you pounce ontop of him at the bare time of 7 am. Your arms are rubbing at his chest and shoulders. Every so often carressing his face before gently kissing him while your ass jiggles against his cock. His cock that thrusts deep into your pussy that forces you to break the kiss to moan.

His nails are digging into the skin of your lower waist as your pussy is dragging all over his cock in a pleasing tune. your moans are soft and quiet but enough to make his ears turn red. your breasts are bouncing, inches from his face.

His nails are digging into your lower waist. The sun barely glistening through the nearly shut windows and your hair is a mess strands all over your forehead. Your hands are digging into his thick strands, his cock entering into you so deeply you swear he reaching your stomach.

His hips are bucked up and he is a moaning mess. Begging and pleading for you to just come all over his cock, his bottom lip slightly bruised with tiring kisses.

“Fuck…” you curse, not finding any other word to mumble with this intense pleasure. “I’m close..”

“Cum all over me baby..” his moans are reaching higher notes. “Need you so bad- fuck”

Your hands get a tighter grip of his hair and you bend completely until your lips align with his again. He brings his hands down to your ass until he is finally met with a euphoric feeling of his cum mixing with yours.

TOJI

He just loves the way your pussy slurps his cock right in. Especially when he has got you on all 4s, your ass pressed up against him as it giggles and bounces with every thrust. He’s got a hand on your waist and a hand on your ass thrusting.

He’s vocal too. Talking about how good your pussy is taking him and how tight you feel. Calling you all sorts of sweet names that makes your pussy clench onto him more. He’s going feral and he loves his nails that dig into your waist.

“Fuck, ma’” his whimpers are angelic, the groans in his voice making you grip the sheets the same way he gripped onto your waist.

“Just like that, Toji” your moans are inconsistent but your words aren’t. His pace was too intense, too much pleasure that ran up and down your veins. You were loosing your senses.

The sounds of flesh smacking against one another filled the room first before your moans reached higher notes. You swear you were seeing stars, much more stars than what the beautiful night displayed for you.

Your hair is a mess, sweat is falling from your forehead and you can only focus on the feeling of your orgasm that crashes down immediately with his last thrust, his cock slamming deep into your soft spot.

NANAMI

Of course his favorite position is missionary. He loves having his body above and close to yours, foreheads touching. His kisses that are everlasting and rarely break and when they do only to praise and worship your soul and body. He loves how your pussy continues to pull him in no matter how fast he is thrusting deep into you.

He hates that this feeling won’t last forever but as long as he has you besides him, he will get to experience it more then a dozen of times. Your pleasure always becomes before his as he is always wondering and making sure you are okay. He doesn’t even care if he orgasms, he needs to make you finish first.

“So fuckin’ pretty for me, baby” he kisses the corner of your mouth dragging his lips to your cheek and down your throat to continue decorating your skin in hickies. “Just like that.. shit!”

He’s grunting your name, your fingers dance in his stands that barely reach his neck. Your legs are lifted around his waist, keeping him close not wanting him to go anywhere. And he wouldn’t even choose too be anywhere else.

“I’m close..” you softly whisper and he’s happy and proud to hear those words fall from your lips.

“Cmon baby” he begs, all he cares about was that feeling of your orgasm crashing and your slick gushing all over his cock. He removes his lips from your neck before giving you one more kiss of encouragement that takes you nowhere else but over the edge.

And you did fall over the edge. A loud moan of release that broke the kiss, his name screaming from your lips, as your cunt soaked his cock in your cum. Your chest if heaving up and down against his, before lips reconnect as he finally stuffs you full with his seed.

Virgin Choso who doesnt know why he feels hot one day when he looks at you, something twitching in his pants and his face turns pink from…embarrassment? He doesnt understand these new feelings that come with having a human body, and he doesn’t know why he’s reluctant to ask someone about it. Not you atleast, he couldn’t ask you. What if you thought he was weird? or creepy? why does he even care? he’s never cared about silly things like what others think of him.

When he eventually confides in his younger brother Yuji, he tells him something he can’t pick whether is terrifying or exciting. “its normal bro, you just like her,” he tells him like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “and when you like somebody they often make you feel uh…horny,” Yuji said grinning. Choso gets more and more embarrassed as Yuji tells him the basics of the birds and the bees.

Now Choso was in his bed, rock hard in his underwear after thinking about you for a little too long. He thought of what Yuji told him to do when his cock starts feeling weird, he had to ‘jerk off’ which his brother had told him would ’help the ache in his dick but make his feelings for you worse’

Choso sighed and reached a hand down to touch his cock, not yet reaching into his underwear. He sucked in a breath, it was terribly sensitive. pathetic.

He thought about you as he rubbed himself with his hand, thought about how you look when you laugh, about your pretty fucking eyes. The prettiest ones he’d ever seen in his almost 200 years of living. He shudders, and when he looks down again there’s a wet spot forming in his underwear, right where his tip was placed.

He feels dirty, he feels like a pervert. Thinking about his pretty friend while doing something so nasty. It feels wrong. But he needs it, he craves it.

He reluctantly pulls down his boxers, watching as his cock springs up, and it hurts. He thinks of you again, about that one time you stumbled over your own feet, and put your pretty little hand on his chest so you wouldn’t fall.

He touches his tip and he whines. fuck. it’s red and sensitive and little beads of what he assumes is pre cum, leaks out.

He starts playing with himself, grasping his length softly and stroking it once. He lifts up his tshirt and puts it in his mouth, to not make too much noice. it feels so fucking good already.

He begins stroking it slowly. up and down, just doing what feels good. He spits in his hand and brings it back to his cock to continue jerking off. He whimpers.

He’s so desperate for you to like him, for you to touch him, for him to be yours. And for you to be his. He closes his eyes, and he pictures you next to him, your smaller hand replacing his own, stroking him, telling him you love him. He thinks about kissing your pretty lips, holding your cute face in his hands. He thinks about being inside you,

his dick twitches as he groans, spilling his sticky load on his stomach while his whole body shakes. He stares at his mess, breathing heavily while he comes down from his high.

fuck. He wants you so bad, he needs you.

and Yuji was right, the ache in his now softening dick is gone, but the ache in his heart only got worse.

part two here

Just watched the latest episode of bsd and seeing little yosano literally broke my freaking heart, so in honor to that I would like to ask for maybe a reader x fukuzawa where reader is like a mom figure and takes care of little yosano and ranpo? Like she is helping fukuzawa collect all those tiny ability users, but only if it's okay for you🫶🏽🥲

I just really enjoy ur writing ❤️

𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 + 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.6k

𝐀/𝐧: Fr that episode was so sad:(. I wanted to add something like comforting Yosano and Ranpo, but I don't know how to comfort someone. So, I decided to dump that idea of mine. Lol (I'm glad u enjoy my writing<33)

Fukuzawa admires and respects his s/o's nurturing and caring nature towards Ranpo and Yosano, and often turns to them for advice on how to handle the two children.

His s/o often takes on the role of a mother figure, providing emotional support and guidance to Ranpo and Yosano as they navigate the dangerous world of ability users.

Fukuzawa is grateful for his s/o's presence in his life, recognizing that their influence has helped shape Ranpo and Yosano into the capable individuals they are today.

His s/o is patient and understanding, knowing how to handle Ranpo's eccentricities and Yosano's occasional outbursts.

Fukuzawa trusts his s/o implicitly, often delegating important tasks to them in regards to the collection and management of ability users.

Despite Fukuzawa's intimidating demeanor, his s/o is not afraid to challenge him when necessary, particularly when it comes to the safety and well-being of Ranpo and Yosano.

Fukuzawa appreciates his s/o's attention to detail and ability to anticipate potential dangers, knowing that they are always one step ahead in protecting the children.

His s/o has a calming effect on Fukuzawa, helping to mitigate his stern and uncompromising nature with their warmth and affection.

Together, Fukuzawa and his s/o make a formidable team, balancing each other's strengths and weaknesses to achieve their goals.

Though their relationship may be unconventional, Fukuzawa and his s/o share a deep respect and love for each other, bound by their dedication to Ranpo and Yosano.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

It was another busy day at the Armed Detective Agency, and as usual, you were running around taking care of everyone. But today, you had two extra people to look after - little Yosano and Ranpo. They were both so young and innocent, and you couldn't help but feel a maternal instinct to protect them.

As you walked into the office, you saw Fukuzawa sitting at his desk, reading some documents. He looked up when he saw you and gave you a small smile.

"Good morning, my dear," he said, his voice low and calm.

"Good morning, love," you replied, walking over to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

You then turned your attention to Yosano and Ranpo, who were sitting at a table, working on some puzzles. You sat down next to them and watched them for a moment, admiring how smart they were for their age.

"Hey, guys," you said, smiling at them. "How's it going?"

"We're doing good," Yosano replied, looking up at you. "We finished all our work."

"Great job," you said, ruffling their hair. "Why don't we take a break and go get some snacks?"

Yosano and Ranpo both nodded eagerly, and you got up to lead them to the kitchen. As you walked, you couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in your heart. You loved taking care of these kids, and you were so grateful that Fukuzawa allowed you to be a part of their lives.

In the kitchen, you helped Yosano and Ranpo make some sandwiches and poured them each a glass of juice. As they ate, you sat with them and listened to them chatter about their day.

After a while, Fukuzawa walked in and sat down next to you. He watched the kids eat for a moment before turning to you and saying, "You're so good with them, my dear. I'm lucky to have you."

You blushed at his words, feeling grateful and loved. You looked back at Yosano and Ranpo, who were now giggling and chatting animatedly, and you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be.