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What type of drunk is chuuya?

Chuuya is a clingy drunk. Now, while Chuuya is affectionate while sober, he's prone to embarrassment, but under the influence of fermented fruit, he's anything but. He's all over you, eager too become one, even though it's physically impossible, in his drunken stupor, he's not really thinking about any of that as he brings you in for a prolonged make-out session, too caught up in the way you taste too acknowledge the need for oxygen. Too busy yanking at your clothes too hear the ripping of the fabric, too caught up in fisting at the strands of your hair too understand the nasty little headache you'll have in the morning. Too busy trying too shove his tongue down your throat too feel your hands pushing at his chest, your lungs begging for a break. Hope this helps!!!

Chuuya Nakahara is a man with little patience, you've known that since you started dating him. He's also a man notorious for being riled up, whether that be from taunts about his height or situations like now... you being dressed all pretty for him at a dinner he had taken you out too. Chuuya knows you're attractive and from the way people are eye-fucking you in the restaurant, they know it too. Now, usually Chuuya more polite about taking you, but tonight is not one of those usual nights. Not when his hand is in your panties and he's rubbing tight circles on your clit. Not when you have your face buried in his neck as he makes small talk with the same waiter who was undressing you with his eyes. Brushing off the waiters concerns with a, "she's shy." Not when your cum is bleeding through his gloves and your soaking the plush seats of the restaurant booth. No, because Chuuya has no patience- very little. Especially when your little cunt is squeezing and gushing around his fingers, getting your thighs all messy.

𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝒜𝓊! 𝒩𝑒𝑔𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝐹𝓊𝓀𝓊𝓏𝒶𝓌𝒶 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 [𝐹𝑒𝓂]

“Growing up I was quite… lonely. I looked a lot like my mother, so Fukuzawa didn’t look at me. Or rather… he couldn't bear himself to look at me. He always preferred Ranpo and now that I’ve grown up, I understand why. But just because I understand doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt, I just got used to it."

"I think back on the child I was and wonder how I turned out like this. Was there anything I could’ve done to change how I am now or was there really nothing I could do because it wasn’t my fault I turned out like this?”

"Hmm? Why do I call my father by his last name? Why not take a guess?"

“Every and all information is available at the right price.”

"Would you like to gamble with fate? How much are you willing to wager?"

"You'll lose your mind trying to understand mine."

"You've gotten weak."

"What's the prob? Dog."

"Morals? What's that?"

Character info:

Birth certificate name: Y/n Fukuzawa

Current legal name: Y/n L/n

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Ability: Cyberpunk

Vigilante name: Himitsu

Famously known names: The Damselette, The Fallen Angel, The Gambling Queen, The Queen of the Underground, The Smiling Shadow

Signature characteristics: Glowing purple eyes, Purple and Black Kitsune mask, Mechanical wings that are white on the left and black on the right, Purple and black gambling cards she leaves at her victims bodies

Backstory: Became a vigilante at 12, instantly gaining fame and support for assassinating men with pedophile and rape charges who are roaming freely, thus earning the name The Damselette. Is later seen at night clubs selling and gambling information, essentially becoming an information broker, thus being the Queen of the Underground as she is able to provide any information at all, even well known figures in the underground go to her for information. No one has ever seen Himitsu's real face completely as she is always seen wearing her signature purple and black kitsune mask, the most people have seen is her lower face. Also gained the name, The Gambling Queen, as she has never lost a gamble. The name, The Smiling Shadow, came from how her purple and black kitsune mask has a unique design in which it seems as though the mask is smiling widely.

Current life: Being the hacker/coder for the ADA. While also being Himitsu as her secret second life.

Bungo stray dogs characters and their types

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅-Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Oda, Fyodor.

Side note- sorry everyone, I’ve been so busy with work, then I got really sick. That’s why I haven’t been writing as much but I’m getting back into it! My requests are open though so y’all can request anything. Thank you for reading loves, hope you enjoy! 🫶

Dazai Osamu

Needs someone that can put up with his ass BAHHAHA

He likes all woman, he says but he does have a type.

Feel like he likes someone that can take care of themself, and also take care of him in a motherly way?

Basically he wants you to take care of him. He lovessss someone that can cook, clean, make him take care of himself.

He wants someone that can make him go do something and he can respect.

If your with Dazai, you kinda gotta act like his mother. 😭

Someone that can put up with his silliness and be the same sometimes.

This man is touched starved, so he needs someone that can cuddle him, touch his hair, kiss him all the time.

Needs someone that can understand him. After all Dazai is not a very understanding person. No one really knows Dazai, even if your close to him. But he needs someone that can understand him like non other.

Chuuya Nakahara

Chuu likes someone that can take care of themself.

He wants someone that’s sweet and caring but scary when needs to be, and knows how to take care of themself.

He would love someone that he can laugh with and be himself around because unfortunately he doesn’t get to do that often.

He’d want someone that is sweet, like taking care of a stray animal, helping someone in need.

He needs someone that can respect that he isn’t home a lot due to the mafia and wouldn’t be able to spend much time with them.

Someone that is romantic like him. He wants you to set the dinner table when he gets home and wine at the table too. He’d love to go on fancy dinner dates too.

Someone that doesn’t keep to themselves, is very honest to him. He wants to know everything that’s wrong and he will do the same. He’ll be very loyal and understanding.

Ranpo Edogawa

Like Dazai this man needs someone that can take care of him and his laziness. 😭

He needs someone that can take care of themself and him at the same time.

Clean the house, cook for him, make him his little desserts, he doesn’t know how to do much because he usually makes Fuzazawa come over and do everything. So yes he is clueless.

He wants someone that can bake. After all this man is obviously obsessed with candy and desserts.

Spoil him. Spoil him. Spoil him.

Needs someone that will get him candy, buy him things, cuddle him whenever he wants.

Has I thing for bossy people . 🤷‍♀️ Man is obsessed when you mouth off to someone.

He likes mature people and more laidback. He needs someone that can tell him to calm down when he’s getting out of hand.

Oda Sakunosuke

I’m his type, WHATTT???

anyway.

He’d want a calm person

Someone that’s artistic, if not it’s ok too!

Needs someone that likes kids and does good with them obviously.

Someone who he can do something very chill with him like watch the stars, take walks in the park, read books with him, take naps with him.

Like Chuuya he wants someone that is very sweet and loving. Someone that will help someone in need, while you do so he’ll watch with a smile.

Someone that is very neat and polite. We all know man is very tidy and he’d love someone that’s the same.

Most likely someone that isn’t in the mafia like him. He couldn’t take you getting hurt or killed.

Needs someone that is as understanding as he is.

fyodor dostoevsky

Someone that is patient, it’ll take little while for him to get used to you.

Someone that isn’t touched starved. I feel like he doesn’t like being touched and cuddling, maybe later into the relationship small things but definitely not at first.

Someone that’s creative and passionate like he is.

He doesn’t show his emotions a lot and he’s blunt. So he needs someone that won’t be upset if he says something a little to rude.

Who isn’t scared of him. Fyodor is a scary person, he wants someone that will think that he’s divine.

Fyodor likes someone that is going to be submissive, he is going to be dominant.

Likes someone mysterious, even if he’ll figure you out in no time. He still is very interested.

Someone that understands that he’s going to be distant, he’s literally a criminal and is on the run so he won’t be around much.

☁︎𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨!☁︎

Hello everyone! I'm Blue and in this blog i will write stories,scenarios and head canons of characters from my favourites anime x (gn!/fm!)reader!

I would LOVE have request from you guys!

Bungo stray dogs:

ᴬʳᵐᵉᵈ ᵈᵉᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵃᵍᵉⁿᶜʸ

➼Osamu Dazai

➼Doppo Kunikida

➼Akiko Yosano

➼Edogawa Ranpo

➼Nakajima Atsushi

ᴾᵒʳᵗ ᵐᵃᶠⁱᵃ

➼Nakahara Chuuya

➼Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

➼Michizō Tachihara

➼Gin Akutagawa

➼Oda Sakunosuke

ᵀʰᵉ ᵍᵘⁱˡᵈ

➼Edgar Allan Poe

➼ Lucy Montgomery

➼ Mark Twain

ᴰᵉᶜᵃʸ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡˢ

➼Fyodor Dostoevskij

➼Nikolai Gogol'

➼Sigma

ʰᵘⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒᵍˢ

➼Saigiku Jouno

➼Suehiro Tecchou

Moriarty the patriot:

ᴹᵒʳⁱᵃʳᵗʸ ˢⁱᵈᵉ

➻William James Moriarty

➻Albert James Moriarty

➻Louis James Moriarty

➻James Bond/Irene (please specify in which arc)

➻Sebastian Moran

➻Fred Porlok (only sfw)

ˢʰᵉʳˡᵒᶜᵏ ˢⁱᵈᵉ

➻Sherlock Holmes

➻John H. Watson

➻Mycroft Holmes

Vanitas no carte:

ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿˢ

➸Vanitas

➸Roland

➸Oliver

➸Jean-Jaques Chastel

ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ

➸Noè Archiviste

➸Jeanne

➸Dominique de Sade

➸Jean-Jaques

➸Chloe D'apchier

I probably forgot some characters- if so, just ask and I'll see what I can do!

✎I will write: sfw, nsfw, fluff, dark content and angst✎

!!The only thing i ask is that please be polite when you write me request! (kindness will be returned<3) !!

…..𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽

hiya hiyaa :D is it okay if i request headcanons for sigma and fyodor with a gn!reader who gets sick pretty easily/often, and looking after them etc? >.<

Notes:Heyoo!! Of course it’s okay! Actually, It was fun to write this request hehe💙

TW/CONTENT: gn!reader who gets sick easily  

Sigma

- Oh my- he takes so much care of you!

-we can say that he has studied all the 'habits' of your illnesses

-as for example: he knows that if you do that particular thing you will get a cold or in that field of flowers he will know which flowers you are allergic to and which you are not

-Sigma has ‘Red Cross Syndrome’ (meaning that he feels compelled to help those he sees sick or in distress), change my mind

-When he has to go to work but you are sick he will make sure to call you at least once every two or three hours

-the hardest part for him though is leaving you alone at home. Imagine if something happens to you, imagine that maybe you feel really bad while he is not around. Poor thing, he would feel so guilty if that were to happen!😭

-so for prevention, before leaving the house and going to the sky casino, it will remind you of all the emergency numbers and above all to take your medicines

-“Hey darling! i have to go now, sorry if i leave you alone right now but a mess happened at work and as the titular i have to be there... i’m so sorry! Remember  the emergency numbers are on the post-it note I left you by the bed, takes your medicines.. oh and remember that i love you! Bye love!”

-Once he come back home he will make sure that you are okay and that you have taken your medication. If you did that then he'll give you a kiss on the forehead but if you didn't take them then he'll say something like: "oh come on darling..You know that if you don't take your meds you'll never get better yes? Please do it for me "      

-At night he will lie down next to you, hugging you from behind and keeping you warm. He doesn't care if he gets sick too, he just wants you to feel better

Fyodor

-in broad terms he can understand you, his anaemia does not make his life easy for sure

-since he mostly works from home on his pc, he can come and check you without too much trouble

-If by any chance he has to go out of town for work  while you are sick then he will send Nikolai or Sigma to come over and check on you every now and then.

-Unlike sigma, he's not obsessed on checking you  and his sadistic side doesn't mind seeing you wallowing in pain, but the game is nice while it doesn't last long, isn't it? So of course he will make you take the meds, even against your will, especially against your will

-“My my, dear you didn’t take your medicines yet? Oh don’t make me force you sweetheart , so now please, be a good darling and listen to me”

-In his free time he will make two cups of tea (one for him and one for you) and sit next to you, talking to you about how the day went or reading you a book.

-will make sure to keep you safe from disease as much as possible, especially since he knows they can be really annoying and painful    

-he will never tell anyone, but he likes to see you so helpless, when you are sick you increase his God complex. He thinks he has more power over you as you completely rely on him for help-         

-but leaving this out he will still be very gentle and kind towards you. He will not let the disease get worse and more importantly he will get you back in shape sooner than you think

---------------------------------------------------------------------------And here we are! i really hope you enjoyed the head canon's! 💙

hiyaaa sjdjdjf dont mind me keeping requesting for the doa, i really like them and your headcanons <3

I'd like to request platonic headcanons for nikolai, fyodor, and sigma like interacting with/reacting to learning that nikolai had a kid sister (the reader)

Notes:heyy! :D It’s okey, i love writing requests for the doa! Anyway.. i founded this request so cute!💙 Oh and sorry if i’m late, I had to post your request last night but then came the bsd trailer and I couldn’t resist the temptation to watch it and make me simp about the fact that Nikolai was finally animated!😥i mean, NIKOLAI IS SO GOD DAMN FINE. 😩🙏

TW/CONTENT: sfw, fem!reader, Fyodor and Sigma interacting with the reader as nikolai young sister, platonic ‘relationship’

Sigma

at first he was quite surprised that Nikolai could have a younger sister

If it wasn’t for Nikolai talking about you all the time, he probably wouldn’t have even suspected he had a little sister

The first time you met was a bit..particular:Nikolai had a night mission with Fyodor and just didn’t want to leave you home alone. God forbid anything bad ever happens to you... or you mess something or someone up, without him. I believe in Nikolai and his little sister creating problems together supremacy

Now a quiz! Guess who was the only reliable person Nikolai could trust at that moment to leave his lovely little sister in his hands? That’s right! Sigma.

At first Sigma was not inclined to babysit you but in one way or another Nikolai convinced him

One has to admit that at first there was embarrassment, Sigma is not very good with children.

'I am the menager of a major casino, not a babysitter! I swear as soon as I see Nikolai- '

".... Oh- hem-...  Do you want cookies?." That was the first sentence he said to you after a strangely awkward moments of silence.

The situation is improving little by little. Go from monosyllabic answers to answers with whole sentences, laughter, and a few lines.

You spent the night getting Sigma to teach you how to play cards and to hear stories from Sigma about his, Nikolai’s and Fyodor’s missions.

As soon as you fell asleep sigma’s heart melted, you were so pretty!!

He can’t believe that a lovely little girl like you is related to an annoying, crazy guy like Nikolai

Once the mission ended, of course, Nikolai came back to pick you up early in the morning. You were still sleeping, so he used his cape as a blanket and picked you up

Sigma was kind of sad to let you go and not even say goodbye

"As soon as she wakes up, tell her I said hello, okey?"

Since that morning, he’s offered to babysit you every time Nikolai had a night mission to do.

Let’s also say that, after that night, you also started winning several times when you and your brother played cards

Fyodor

This man is always informed, so he would probably already know about you before Nikolai even told him about you

Every once in a while, he would ask of you just to start a conversation with Kolia: "So, how is your little sister?" Thanks to Nikolai’s gab, he found out things about you that he wasn’t even interested in knowing truthfully, but hey, better more information than less

He never planned to meet you but ops! one day Nikolai had urgent things to do and Fyodor was the only one available, even if against his initial will, to take care of you:

"Hey Dos-kun! Listen, I have an urgent duty, can you watch my little sister while I’m gone?"

"Nikolai, I don’t have t-"

"Thank you, I knew I could count on you Dos-kun!! take care of Y/N byeee!"

And that’s how you were left alone with Fyodor.

At the beginning there was an unnerving silence, the only noise that was heard was that of Fyodor’s fingers writing on the computer keyboard

At first you were silent, without making any noise, after all Fyodor can have a threatening aura from time to time.

After a while, however, you remembered that he was your brother’s dearest friend, your young infant brain thought to make friends with him

You started asking them questions with a fairly confident voice

Fyodor was a little surprised, usually children are afraid of him, why with you is different? but then he remembered that after all you’re related to Nikolai

After starting a decent conversation with you he realized that he would not be able to continue his work if you kept talking to him, so he decided to put the pc aside for a moment

He was strangely happy that a child is not afraid of him

He was surprised when after he smiled at you, you smiled back and didn’t cry or tremble with fear

When you started asking questions about his work, however, he had to stop you, better that a child does not know these things: "I will tell you when you are older mh?"

When you asked him about his bookstore and what kind of books they were, he was more than happy to explain it to you.

You spent the rest of your time with him reading you a book while you listened to him with admiration and attention. (childhood crush??🤔)

But then your brother came back for you

You were sad, at least you wanted Fyodor to finish reading the story!

Unfortunately, Nikolai said that he was so tired and that you had to go home.

You took Nikolai’s hand as you walked away from Fyodor "Bye-bye." You greeted him with a sad tone of voice

"Ow sunshine, so you make me feel guilty though!" Nikolai said to you being a drama queen.

"Don’t worry, Nikolai, I’ll finish reading the story next time we meet," Fyodor replied

'next time'? so there will be a next time!! You were so happy to hear those words!

You turned to Fyodor: "S-so, are we friends now Mr. Dostoevskij?"

"Of course we are malýshka, and please call me Fyodor." He answered, crouching at your height and stroking your head

Aw, you were so happy and adorable in that moment, even Fyodor’s heart could have melted!😭

Nikolai in all this was amazed at how the situation had evolved between the two of you- it almost seemed that you 'loved' Fyodor more than him:

"i’m sorry Dos-kun but she’s my sister.😁💢"

"I know, I was just waving"

"Then can you try not to steal her from me? You know, I could commit a homicide-"

"Nikolai! not in front of the child."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ That's it! i hope you liked it!💙💙

sooo,i made a pt.2 of this! here 💙

(i don't think i asked this yet but i have a horrible memory so pls ignore this if i have T^T)

heyaa im here to haunt your ask box again hehe <3 TYSM FOR THE LITTLE SISTER HCS I LOVED THEM!! and honestly i cannot blame you about the trailer i got so excited about nikolai

I'd like to request the same (nikolai's little sister) but with her being comforted/looked after by nikolai, sigma and potentially fyodor if he's not to hard to write this for, after having been like taken for ransom/hurt by a group who's like enemies with the doa (her having been taken bc she's nikolai's sister so she's like a weak point)? and like they just got her back and the person comforting her having been the one to find her

shdhfjf thank you! you can change any bits up if you think something else would fit better im not too fussed, i just love hurt comfort xD

Notes: Heyyoo! haunt my ask box as much as you want, don’t worry😩🙌

Anyway,  i’m so happy that you liked the hc’s!!  I hope you will like this hc’s as well!💙

And for the trailer, i define myself as a nikolai simp

TW/CONTENT: fem!reader, hurt/comfort, platonic relationship, dark content??, sfw, pt.2 of reader as nikolai little sister , sigma,nikolai and Fyodor after nikolai’s lil sister!reader have been taken for ransom/hurt by a group who's enemies with the doa

𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫

When he found out they took you hostage, I think his thoughts are divided into two sections: "bold of them to think that the doa will fall into their hands so easily" and "could they have already hurt her? I doubt it, they wouldn't dare stand against Nikolai's unpredictable mind... or mine"

surely he and Nikolai have already devised an infallible plan

Of course they will be able to save you without too much difficulty, I mean, hello?? doa is composed of masterminds and crime geniuses

But still, Fyodor’s gonna feel a little guilty and maybe get mad at himself

How did he not think about it before? It was logical that you would be the perfect hostage and anyway he had not thought of some suitable prevention

to avoid feelings of guilt at first he will be a little more gentle and 'relaxed' with you.

He will give you a few pat pat (I hope you understand what I mean) on your head and give you more attention I repeat, possible childhood  crush energy

If you play your cards right, he might even take you for ice cream during his free time

Nikolai will be dramatically jealous that his little sister is spending more time with Fyodor than with him

from now on he will have a plan to protect you in every eventuality

Oh and after they have saved you he will probably be genuinely worried about you...i mean, in his own way

“oh my.. malýshka, don’t worry you’re safe now. They committed a grave mistake in underestimating the doa. I’ll never let them hurt you again”

𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚

this man would feel SO guilty

At first he didn’t understand why their enemies should capture an innocent girl like you but after Fyodor figured out that maybe the enemies thought you were their weak point, he felt the world fall on him.

He thought it was all his fault because he actually showed himself to be very vulnerable at your side, I mean, you’re a child, of course he could feel comfortable with you-

And of course he’ll be part of the plan to save you

But once they save you, he’ll try to stay away from you

This behaviour is unusual on his part and you really were afraid that you had done something wrong

He’s just afraid that if he gets too close to you like before, new enemies will come along with bad intentions towards you

Every time he sees you feel bad because he has avoided you or he has responded coldly his heart breaks

That's why as soon as he sees that he has exaggerated so much to make you feel very bad or to make you cry, he will immediately lower himself to your height to comfort you. 

He will hug you too, but only if you two are alone

He felt like a fool for not understanding everything that was causing you before, he just wanted to protect you and yet.......

Only then he did realize that being the little sister of an  albino terrorist clown a dangerous criminal, you certainly can’t have many friends and maybe he is one of the few people you can trust.

“hey,hey i’m sorry!...gosh, i didn’t mean to make you cry..look at me, y/n please i’m sorry. I only wanted to protect you b-but now i’m here allright?”

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢

Someone want to go against the doa Nikolai by hurting his little sister? Well, THIS SOMEONE SERIOUSLY WANT’S TO DIE PAINFULLY

Of course he will come to save you but he will also take hostages of the enemy organization that has dared to kidnap you to obtain information and torture them heavily

He’s a good big bro isn’t him?

After saving you he’ll be more concerned about your health than you think

Nikolai can be a serious and responsible big brother if he want to, I believe in him

Unlike Sigma and Fyodor, he wouldn’t try to keep you hidden for a while making their enemies forget about your existence

on the contrary, he would try to make you have fun and forget about that bad event by taking you to the amusement park, the cinema or whatever place you want

you will spend great quality time together with your favourite big brother and also the only

If someone tries to annoy you or some enemy will try again to kidnap you while you are with him at the amusement park ( or the cinema etc..) this someone will find himself suffering the pains of hell😇

You’re probably one of the very few people that Nikolai really loves, for him you’re practically his family, you help his last slice of sanity, or rather, his humanity, to stay intact.

He wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, especially himself.

He will protect you at any cost

Oh and this man is also very good with words, surely he will comfort you once home

“Oww, my lil sis... did they dare to hurt you? Don’t worry, i will make them pay for all they did to you.”

That's it! i hope you liked you hc's!!💙

𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙/𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙! 𝙊𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜<3

&lt;90!!3 let's start preparing the event for when we get to 100!

Kyaaa! i'm so happy,we're almost 100. I wanna thank you all so much💙

And ofc, how can i not want to write a special fic for this wonderful event?

I have a LOTS of fics ideas in my mind right now! and i literally can't decide--

soooo, i have an idea! now, i'll put titles with related tw's and a quote that will be in the story (probably taken from a book or a song) and you decide which will be the winning story I'll write for the event! You can easily write to me in the question box or in the chat, I will accept your vote without problems!

THE OPTIONS ARE:

(yeah, i putted nikolai twice bc i love him)

.ೃ࿐Nikolai — 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓔𝓿𝓲𝓵 - tw: fem!reader as Nikolai twin,dark content,angst, death of one character, it's all set in the Renaissance period,blood, platonic relationships.

"I am your loyal servant and you're our country's queen. Us, a pair of pitied twins, burdened by our destiny..Let hellfire consume me, If that's what must be done. I will gladly play the part!.. so that you may shine, my sun"

.ೃ࿐Sigma — 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮, 𝓼𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 - tw: fem!reader, fluff, sfw, flashbacks and past life mentions of the reader and Sigma.

"Now that i'm awake,how can i pretend it was all a dream?"

.ೃ࿐Fyodor — 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓮 - tw: fem!spy/traitor!reader, dark content but still fluff, suggestive, maybe even angst but just a little.

"You know every thing to say, just as long as i'm in danger, don't you?But..You know what? i like it"

.ೃ࿐Osamu — 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓭 - tw: fem!reader,sfw, hurt/comfort,mention of suicide, mention of the past of Dazai, i promise this have a good ending

"You 'know..i never thought that i would have so say 'i'm sorry' for anyone but me"

.ೃ࿐Ranpo — 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓲'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼! - tw: fem!reader,sfw, fluff,love confession

"oh? i see ya recived my letter! I just know you don't have plans for tonight,don't you? So, i'd like for you and i to go romancing"

.ೃ࿐ Nikolai — 𝓐𝓲𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓾𝓵𝓽~ - tw: fem!yandere!reader,nicknames (good girl, dove, doll etc.) nsfw, mention of murder, maybe dark content??

"Oh my, so now it's my fault if i got you so gone, dove?~ You're being such a good girl for me, shall i prize you?"

soo! have you decided?💙🤔

I am so late, but plot-heavy Fyodor fics 🤩🤩🤩🙏👌❤️💋

♜ ❛ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐘 ❜ — FROM EDEN

content. f!reader. kidnapping, canon compliant, mutual pining, enemies and lovers, explicit language, canon-typical violence, murder, and references to suicide. not proofread. 6.2k+ words.

author's note. i'm super excited for the first entry to this series! i wanted to release this days ago, but i wasn't satisfied with it, so it's gone through a couple drafts, and i stayed up way too late to finish it, so i hope you enjoy!

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“They are the only ones capable of defeating him,” you finally met his hostile stare. “Tell me—in a game of cards, what would be the benefit of showing your deck to someone who isn’t your ally?”

Dust twirled and twisted in the air, sparkling in the shine of a sunset that threatened to bleach essential documents with its powerful rays. People restlessly muttered to themselves, filling in the quiet as they tried to finish their last bits of work so they could retire into their nightly routines. There were the outliers, of course. Dazai hardly ever touched paperwork when asked and leaned back in his chair without a care in the world. Ranpo was always in a similar state, though he took the time to devour a new lollipop every couple of minutes, having been gifted a couple of bagfuls courtesy of Minoura and his subordinates.

"We're back!" you exclaimed, propping the office door open with your hip as you adjusted a flimsy tray of caffeinated drinks in your arms, letting Atsushi in with the rest of them. Everyone perked up as if they were rescued from peril, most wandering over in the hopes of snatching theirs before returning to their excruciating endeavors.

You craned your head back towards your newest recruit. "Could you set those down in there?"

"Sure," Atsushi replied, distracted as he labored to balance his tray onto the table without spilling anything. In the end, he relented and decided to remove each individual drink and set them down. You tried not to make fun of his relieved expression—he was probably traumatized from the time he had spilled them all. Despite reassurances from most people that it was okay, everyone had been in a cranky mood for the rest of that day, so you decided to assist him with the task ever since.

While Atsushi deliberated with his task, you decided to deliver drinks to those who had chosen not to leave their work. "One espresso for Kunikida." The man merely waved in thanks with his non-dominant hand, too engrossed in drafting an incident report. "And one abomination for Dazai." The suicide enthusiast scoffed as he snatched the drink from your hands, cradling it like it was his malformed baby. It was a miracle he didn't burn his hands.

"I'll have you know that this is the secret concoction for my beauty."

"Certain it's not another suicide attempt?" And despite his concentration, Kunikida always had time to comment on his partner's less-than-stellar preferences, especially when they always seemed to find a way to obstruct his work.

"Even if it's not one," you covered your nose as a rancid smell started to waft from the cup, "the smell alone makes me want to jump."

"I'm wounded!"

You left Kunikida to handle Dazai, knowing he was likely seconds away from throttling him, and your hands cramped as you balanced not only a drink but a collection of pastries sent from the café manager's wife herself. The drink wasn't much better than Dazai's, though it luckily didn't have a distinct smell. It was just the massive amounts of sugar that made you nauseous as you tried not to imagine the taste of such a sweet drink.

How the master detective didn't have any cavities was beyond you.

"Only the finest drink for the world's greatest detective," you said, amused as you settled it down in front of him. He remained stretched back, legs propped over the desk as he swung them back and forth.

Without an ability, you were often chained to office work—but it was no secret that you thrived out on the field, regardless of whether you had an ability or not. You became the unspoken assistant to Ranpo whenever he was needed outside of the office, functioning as both an equal and interpreter for his blunt and childlike mannerisms. It had created a kinship between you both as the only two "ability-less" agents allowed to solve cases by themselves.

"It's about time," he groaned.

But that didn't stop him from having an attitude with you or anyone else.

"Glad you didn't forget the creamer—unlike someone here."

Ranpo and the resident weretiger locked eyes, with the latter returning the gaze with an unamused glare. There was another unspoken fact about the staff at the Agency—Ranpo was notorious for taunting new recruits, especially ones as reactive as Atsushi. In fact, Kunikida's first months had to have been your favorite time. Despite his inherent respect for his senior, even he had a difficult time and questioned the methods and attitude of the super-deduction genius, but like everyone else, he learned Ranpo was simply that way.

"(Name)-san!" your train of thought was broken, spinning on your heel to meet the brunette woman calling your name, pausing as she pointed at her computer screen. "Can you take a look at this for me?"

She shrunk back from the stern tilt of your head. "You're not asking me to do it for you again, are you?" Her reaction told you everything you needed to know; scrunching back in her seat as sweat started to drip from her forehead. "I told you I can't do your work for you anymore. It's not my fault you're too busy obsessing over your cat."

She fiddled with her thumbs like a scorned child. You sighed. "Fine, I'll check it, but nothing more! Capeesh?"

Her relief sprung forth like a rushing waterfall, uttering 'thank you's' and 'I owe you one's'—as if she ever returned the favor. You rolled your chair beside her, scanning over the documents on her screen, which consisted primarily of the office's activities and expenditures from the past two weeks. From the ambush by the Black Lizard to the serial disappearances of travelers, both the minds and pockets of the staff had run rampant without constraint.

"These dates need to match with the ones on these papers, not those. You've also swapped two of the addresses," you said, pointing to them on the screen, "here and here."

She groaned, throwing her head back as she massaged the corners of her screen-strained eyes. "Thank you. I'd have my head on backward if you weren't here."

You elbowed her, offering her a comforting but cheeky smile. "That's what I'm here for."

RING! RING!

You picked up the phone as you shooed Haruno back to her work. These phones sucked, the speaker crackling to life with the ambient sounds of static. Most of them had been donated or were bought used, obviously on their last life. It made the constant back-and-forth with clients a guaranteed path to a headache, but there wasn't much else you could do about it. Despite the government's proclamations that the agency was a well-regarded and heroic organization worthy of praise, they rarely invested their resources so that it could flourish to its truest potential—that wasn't a surprise, given how Yokohama's Special Division treated abilities that weren't under its thumb.

"You've reached the Armed Detective Agency—this is Kurihara (Name) speaking. How can I help you?"

The voice on the other end of the line was muffled, but it was difficult to tell if that was a fault of the phone or if it was an intentional endeavor on the speaker's part. "Hallo, Ms. Kurihara. Such a charming voice." You pressed your ear closer to the receiver in spite of the pain. If you didn't know any better, you'd say that the man on the other line had an accent—German, you thought.

That was unusual, to say the least. Most people who knew about the detective agency were domestic, or at the very least from Japan if they weren't from the city itself. Contact from anyone outside of that demographic was abnormal, at least if it was in association with an everyday case.

Your reaction seemed to at least catch the attention of one person. "Is something wrong?" Naomi mouthed from across the desks, but you brushed her off as you tried to refocus.

"Thank you, sir. What can I do for you?"

"Straight to the point, hm?" he clicked his tongue. "I'll be quick. You're the agency's liaison, yes?"

"I am," you replied, fiddling with the coils of the phone cord, knotting it around your index finger before squishing it with your thumb.

"Marvelous! I have a message for you to deliver."

The normal part of you wanted to snap back at the man, stating he could have easily placed this message of his into an email, maybe added a GIF or two if he wanted to be theatrical, but the atypical set-up of the conversation left your normal wit at the front door. This man was odd if you had been asked to describe him, and it wasn't because of his accent—no, you had met plenty of people who spoke the same with an assortment of personalities, both good and bad. It was the lilt of his tone that threw you for a loop, like a snake trying to act as the charmer, luring in a mouse with cheese as it waited at the end of a trap. Perhaps that was the reason you decided to take a pen and some paper from Haruno's stationery, fidgeting with the clicker as he continued to speak, an anxious action that did little to appease your watchful juniors.

"You have two hours to hand over your master detective."

You peered over at the aforementioned sleuth out of the corner of your eye, who sat none-the-wiser to his newfound predicament, downing his candied drink as he grouched to himself about his boredom despite the piles of cases on his desk. He certainly wouldn't be bored after this. It wasn't rare for someone to threaten Ranpo—he was incredibly polarizing—but more often than not, it was a prank. This wasn't the same.

"Failure to do so," the man over the phone stopped himself, attempting to contain his amusement as his laughter almost slipped into cartoonish joy, forcing you to swallow the impulse to insult the unseen bastard from head-to-toe, "will result in the premature slumber of the clerks and clients of Chuoshijo Bank. That will be where the handover will occur."

You almost broke the phone as its thinner bridge started to crush in your hand. "I'm assuming you won't say why you're doing this?"

He left off with a chuckle. "That's all part of the fun, no?"

The line dropped, and you were only left with the same static. You were silent and contemplative as you reconnected the phone and stared at the piece of paper in your hand. The next step would be to check if this threat was as legitimate as the man made it out to be and you had your suspicions. Three of your juniors eyed you as you walked over to the agency's beacon of ideals, which only drew the attention of everyone else.

"Kunikida."

No response.

"I think he's a little preoccupied," Atsushi replied for him, though you didn't need a reply as you watched the blonde's hand move back and forth in a rhythm, his focus honestly admirable.

"He won't be for long."

The slap reverberated throughout the office, and if your co-workers weren't paying attention before, they certainly were now. Kunikida took a moment to pause his work, eyes drifting to look at the paper that had assaulted his face, which innocently floated onto the surface of his desk. He scowled at the message scrawled across the page, though it was only noticeable through the subtle twitch of his eye.

"Is this threat legitimate?" He adjusted his glasses with the edge of his finger as if the words on the paper would morph into something else, but they didn't.

"A threat?" Kenji leaned his body to peer around you, trying to take a curious look at the message.

"Whoever this was claims they'll kill the people at Chuoshijo Bank if we don't hand over Ranpo."

It only took a couple of moments before almost the entire office gathered around, staring at the paper with both intrigue and worry. No one had ever attempted to place an actual threat toward the lead detective, at least not since most of the members had joined. Even senior members were a bit confused by it, and it felt like a bad omen.

"It wasn't from a local," you piped up. "The man had an accent. German, if I'm not mistaken."

Dazai was one of the members who didn't bother to rise from his chair, though he had no issue inserting his two cents into the discussion. "He could be a member of the Kanagawa Insurance Agency. It's a front for the Port Mafia, but some of its associates were hired from a German reconnaissance platoon after the war."

It astounded you that people never realized his previous profession, even with the numerous times he had delved into information only a Port Mafia member would know. Kunikida was still left in the dark, but he went with his words without question, which was both admirable since he trusted his partner so much and worrisome since he never seemed to pick up on that detail. There was a secret bet for how long it would take for him to realize it.

"We probably won't receive answers from them directly," Kunikida grumbled, the weariness in his tone palpable. He reflected the temperament of the entire agency, wanting a break from the chaos. "We'll have to conduct an investigation."

"The important question is—what could they want with Ranpo?" you asked, and everyone turned to the detective for the answer, only to find him asleep in his chair, hat awkwardly covering his face with his emptied cup still in hand.

"Dazai, (Name)," Kunikida's sternness drew your attention away, "head down to the bank to scope out the situation and try to make contact with the enemy. I'll inform the Boss of the situation while Atsushi and Tanizaki investigate their headquarters. Everyone else is to remain here and protect Ranpo."

The look in his eyes was similar to that of a hawk as he stared at Dazai. "We don't know if they've released the threat publicly, so watch what you say."

"Aye, Aye!" Dazai exclaimed with a salute. "You heard him, (Name)."

"I was referring to you, Dazai!"

"Kurihara-san!" a voice called from the midst of reporters. "What's the reason for the Armed Detective Agency's involvement?"

"We are strictly here to advise the police. Please disperse from this area."

You grimaced as you and Dazai tried to maneuver through a throng of news crews swarming around the outer reaches of the bank. On a normal day, the neighborhood was tranquil, a scenic location near the harbor with an occasional cluster of families or tourists, but the frenzy of flashing cameras and insistent voices shattered that panoramic atmosphere. The organization that man belonged to likely tipped them off, since there were rarely reporters so early in the case.

"Is the Port Mafia involved in this incident?" one reporter hollered, driving a microphone alarmingly close to your face.

"Can you confirm if this is connected to the string of robberies in Gumyoji-cho?" another piped in, several cameramen competing with each other for the best view. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as Dazai tried to place himself in every frame.

This was the aspect of your position that irritated you the most, though you were considered the most adept at handling it out of any of your co-workers—but these people so easily ignored the fact that real lives could possibly be on the line, simply because they wanted their next big break. Luckily for you and unluckily for them, this was one of the few occasions when you were permitted to summon a little attitude.

You held up your hand, shoving the microphone back in the opposite direction. "When the police have prepared a statement, they'll let you know." Like Moses with the Red Sea, the news crews parted at the hint of your obvious irritation. Many of them had become familiar with your infamous intolerance for the media's bullshit from several other incidents, and none of them wanted to be the victim of one of your notorious letters to their bosses. The liaison of the Armed Detective Agency was not to be tested.

"Remind me never to cover for you."

You chuckled at the comment from your companion, bumping his shoulder. "You'd have to get out of bed on days you *are* scheduled for that to ever happen.

Dazai gaped at your scathing dissertation of his character, inclined to make chase as he rushed to catch you through the crowd, only to tumble over the police tape, which astonishingly remained secure as he landed on his face. If he hadn't received enough attention before, he certainly was now as cameras turned to him in not-so-subtle attempts to capture the dashing detective, now a pile of bandages on the sidewalk.

Despite your amusement, you had mercy on him, tugging him by the tails of his trench coat as he wept into your arms. "I can't believe this. My reputation—ruined!"

"I'm certain you'll find some girl who doesn't watch the news," you replied, patting his shoulder in a mock attempt to comfort him.

"Detectives!" a voice hollered from further in the taped-off zone. On further inspection, it was Deputy Minoura who waved the both of you over. It allowed for a momentary respite as the crews turned their cameras away from your faces and onto the building itself, but no one seemed to have greater relief than Minoura, though he raised a brow at your unlikely duo. "Where's your master detective? Is he really too busy to get his ass down here? Should've bribed him with more of those damn sweets."

Despite the severity of the situation, you had to try hard not to laugh. "Actually, he's under watch at the office. The same people who've orchestrated this mess are after him, too."

"Shit," he mumbled, and you felt an instant wave of pity for the poor man. He had a lot of shit on his plate already, if you knew anything about his superiors, and was handed a mostly incompetent task force of barely qualified cadets that depended on Ranpo to solve their problems. Minoura gnawed at the inside of his lip, a hand brushing against the small patch of stubble on his chin. "I'll be frank with you: things aren't looking great. The entire place is on lockdown, and no one's be able to make contact with anyone inside."

You and Dazai eyed each other, not wanting to verbally recognize the unspoken aspect of the situation—the possible chance that everyone inside could already be a bunch of corpses. Neither of you wanted to jump to that conclusion, and while it was within the realm of possibility, it would do more harm than good to assume that was the case right out of the gate. However, the two-hour time constraint remained a further pressure as the clock ticked by.

Dazai hummed. "When's the last time your men swept the perimeter?"

"It's been a bit," Minoura replied. "They've been focused around the main entrance and the roof, so I'll leave the rest to you two for now."

You started your search on the side of the building that faced the harbor, pushing on doors and peeking through windows for the chance there was a crack in their defenses. It took a few minutes of investigating, but it was as Minoura had stated—everything was locked and covered. No loose doors and no cracked windows. Banks were always the worst when it came to any sort of terror situation due to their structure, made like a prison under the perfect circumstances.

"There should be another exit connected to the second floor," you said, pointing back to a staircase you both had yet to look into. "I'll check there while you start on the other side."

His eyes followed you as you ran out of sight, and he hated the abnormal inkling that was itching at the back of his mind, refusing to bubble to the surface. It was aggravating for the genius to be left in the dark by his own thoughts, typically a master of his mind, but the situation itself eluded him. The total lockdown of the bank, the lack of contact from hostages, the tip-off of the media—something wasn't adding up.

It took him another minute before a part of his realization set in.

It shouldn't take you that long to check a fire escape.

Your eyes fluttered open, the thump of your heartbeat deafening your ears like an alarm clock. It took careful deliberations to breathe, the air as thick and warm as molasses on a summer day. The dusky radiance of the moon did little to aid your search as you tried to piece together your location.

It was an abandoned warehouse—a cavernous expanse of shadows and echoed sound. Steel beams crisscrossed above, reinforcing the high-vaulted ceiling that was laden with cobwebs in every corner. Wooden crates scattered about, some sealed with others wide open, stacked haphazardly across slick concrete, shaping into a labyrinth of unknown objects. It would've been the place of nightmares if not for your splintering headache, which placed your fearful reaction on hold as you muttered to yourself, tussling with the restraints that threatened to cut off your blood flow.

"Good morning, Dornröschen."

A man sauntered out from behind a crate, and you shuddered to think he had stood there watching the entire time. He was middle-aged and stoutly built, with tufts of sandy, peppered hair that slicked back to touch his crown, not a strand out of place. In other circumstances, you'd assume he was a foreign dignitary—a walking advertisement for the heights of western-European fashion, dawning a Brioni wool suit and Austrian Oxfords. He repositioned his golden cufflinks, the room thickening with the stench of an oud-scented cologne.

"Nice to finally meet face-to-face, Ms. Kurihara."

The blurred edges of your vision cleared away, and your face shined with clarity. "You're the caller."

He oozed with a cartoonesque delight, clasping his hands. "Correct! And I must admit, you are even lovelier than you sound over the phone, herzchen."

You scowled as he attempted to cup your face with those same grubby hands, leaning away. "Don't touch me."

"A feisty one, hm?"

He jerked a stainless steel flask out of his pocket, monogrammed with initials—E.K. You eyed it before you swallowed a groan, having arrived at a worrisome conclusion. Dazai had been correct. The leader of that aforementioned German reconnaissance platoon, as he had informed you en route to the bank, was a man named Eduard Knopf—and it seemed you had the honor and displeasure of meeting him face-to-face. He had a reputation for being a seedy individual, luring people into deals that always fell through on the other end, leaving the poor soul in debt to both the mafia and their front company.

You hissed when he yanked on your ear, forcing you to meet his gaze. "It's fortunate our efforts didn't go to waste. For all their discernment, your co-workers aren't too vigilant when it comes to guarding their most precious asset, no?" Your nose shriveled in disgust as the smell of whiskey was blown against your face. "Left defenseless without an ability."

You blinked, trying to process everything. "Precious?" you muttered as he released his hold on your ear to take another sip from his flask. "I'm just a liaison. They could easily find a replacement for my position if they needed to. And what about Ranpo?"

Eduard spat out his drink, hacking as he punched his chest to cough it onto the floor. You stared with disbelief and disdain as he went from choking to laughing, almost hysterically.

"What's so funny?"

"This isn't about that infantile detective," he said, wiping a tear—if you knew anything about Ranpo, you knew he had probably detected that insult from miles away. "We have our ways of learning about him and every one of your co-workers. No, that's not why we brought you here."

Your lips pressed together in a tight line. "Then why am I here?"

"Do you not know?" he pressed, tilting his head as if you were supposed to ascertain his thoughts from the sky. "That's possible, certainly, but I'd hate for you to disappoint me. You've been so charming up until now."

"Can I have a hint?" you urged, trying to hold back your obvious irritation as your legs pulled against the restraints.

"Your name was at the top of a list."

Thousands of questions swarmed in your mind, but the one at the forefront was exactly who created this list. It wasn't likely the government—out of all your co-workers, you were the least likely to be put under watch. That honor went to Dazai, with Atsushi barely placing as a runner-up. And it certainly wasn't the Port Mafia; they had no interest in an ability-less woman unless it was for a ransom.

"Who made the—"

"It was found in a database that belongs to the Demon from the North."

Oh. Oh.

"Damn it," you muttered, head leaned back as you resigned to your inevitable fate. "Of course, it's him."

"So you do know! Marvelous, simply marvelous."

But with your newfound clarity, you looked at Eduard with an altered point of view. The revelation shattered your initial assumptions, and your ass kicked back into gear, racking over every detail as you sunk back into an older perspective, careful not to fall too far in. Otherwise, you'd be left to crawl out without a lifeline to hold on to.

"How did you gain access to his servers?"

"We had several spies infiltrate the Rats—some professional hackers that breached into his operating system within a week." His pride was palpable as it spilled over. He adjusted the lapels of his suit with the confidence of a man who had not spattered a concoction of alcohol and saliva across the dirty floor. "So I can assure you that your secrets are in capable hands. We both want the same thing, and my men are prepared to squash these pests once and for all."

"Hm, really?" you hummed noncommittally.

"Of course! All you need to do is tell us what you know. I'm certain the agency will understand the mutual benefit."

He drew his phone out from another pocket, fingers aimlessly mashing at buttons as he tried to search for something. Only a few moments passed before his foot began to tap, the heel of his shoe echoing inside this metal tin of a structure as he became antsier by the second. Fortunately, he found what he wanted and turned the screen in your direction. You squinted, your eyes adjusting to the glaring light of a blurred list. The picture was almost indecipherable, as if a high-schooler had taken it—though even the teens in the agency were likely ten times as capable as Eduard's spies.

"Do you recognize any of these names?"

You deciphered the unintelligible text the best you could manage, but after the first name, it didn't matter. The trend was obvious to anyone featured on it, and a part of you didn't want to say anything, but that would probably cause more problems than necessary.

"I do."

"Perfect!" he exclaimed. "Can you remember any addresses? Cities would work, too."

"It wouldn't matter, even if I did." You eyed him, and the next words you uttered drained the life out of you. "They're all dead."

He paused, stumbling over his gestures. "Are you certain? Everyone on this list—"

"Is dead and buried. Six-feet-under."

He bore into his phone, staring at the list with morbid fascination. "So this is a hit list?" The look he made left little room for comfort. You had to resist the impulse to scooch back in your seat. "You must have some important information, then. Anything you wish to share? I have no doubt we could come up with a little arrangement for your release."

"What do you have to lose?" he chuckled, his phone clicking with each stroke as he preemptively started to draft a message.

"No."

.

.

.

"Excuse me?"

Silence filled the warehouse, the wind of the harbor acting as the only sound. He turned on his heel, his phone limp in a loosened hand. You had no reason or desire to meet his eyes; you were merely looking beyond him.

"He's your enemy," Eduard griped, his brow twitching as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. "Why keep his secrets to yourself? Is it 'cause you're not aligned with our methods? You can't pretend the agency is the epitome of morality."

"It isn't that," you replied, watching the moon as it made its ascent above the window line. "It's just that you're incapable of defeating him."

His voice dwindled to a murmur, dripping with the venom of a snake oil salesman. "My organization has ten times the manpower of that pathetic agency of yours. What could they do, hm?"

"They are the only ones capable of defeating him," you finally met his hostile stare. "Tell me—in a game of cards, what would be the benefit of showing your deck to someone who isn't your ally? And what's the chance that they'd rat you out the moment they were inevitably backed into a corner?"

His mouth outstretched into a vicious snarl, and he toyed with his pocket. "Oh, herzchen. And here I thought you were smart." A flash of metal lustered in the moon's brilliance as Eduard fiddled with the safety of an old Luger pistol—not that you seemed that interested, your eyes distant once more. He smacked the muzzle against your forehead in a vain attempt to allure a reaction but was only met with silence.

"I'll make sure to return you in one piece."

BANG!

The sound deafened the warehouse. Hardened eyes subsided into shock before they glazed over as Eduard sunk to the floor, his head hitting the concrete with a hard smack. Blood trickled into a stream out of the wound in his forehead from the bullet that had pierced straight through his skull.

"You've gotten yourself into quite the predicament."

You acknowledged the speckles of blood on your skin with a wince, a familiar silhouette approaching from the darkness. It had been a minute since you had seen his face, but you knew those intense eyes, only veiled by the thin strands of hair that fell between them. He raised a curious brow as you noted the pistol in his right hand, which he turned to conceal back into his pocket. A hush filled the space once more, the depth of your stare only amusing him.

"You don't look too pleased to see me."

"I can't say I am," you replied. "You're bound to bring destruction wherever you trail."

He smirked, fingers smoothing against the scrape on your forehead. "Is that any way to speak to your savior?"

"You mean my actual kidnapper?" your lip quirked up. "You didn't expect me to believe this was all some sort of coincidence, did you? Don't tell me you think I'm an idiot."

"You, моя милая? Never," he replied, his devilish smile flickering into a softer expression before reverting once more. "It was predictable to partner with the Armed Detective Agency, любимая. It's no surprise they've drawn you in."

"Predictable actions can have unprecedented results. You'll just have to wait for my next move."

He lifted your chin with the edge of his finger, swiping his thumb underneath your jawline. "As anticipated. I'd only expect the best from you."

His fingers danced across the surface of an old switchblade's handle, severing the rotted restraints around your wrists and ankles until you were unbound. He braced your shoulders as you attempted to stand on your own two feet, body unused to your weight from the hours of sitting—it was no surprise that he took the opportunity to snake an arm around your waist, pressing you firmly against his chest.

"It's been too long," he drawled, a satisfied smile pressed against the heated skin of your neck as you tried in vain not to melt at his touch. You found yourself subconsciously returning the gesture, a hand drawing circles up his spine in a manner that always made him fold.

"What're you playing at?"

"It's as you said." He raised the palm of your hand to his lips, kisses intricately placed into every wrinkle before they carefully decorated the marks on your wrists. "It's foolish to show your cards to an enemy. And you, моя милая, are the worst person to show my hand."

You hummed as he left a kiss on your forehead, careful not to disturb the bruise that started to blossom. "So cold you are," he whispered. "To take my heart and wield it against me."

And you allowed yourself to lean into his chest, eased by the subtle beat of his heart. "I could say the same to you, Федя."

The warmth of his hands rendered you motionless, a reminder of balsam smoke in the altars of churches that had been ebbed over the years. For the first time in forever, you indulged in his presence and allowed his soft words to soothe your doubts with every caress. He was temptation itself, and he knew what he was doing. It would be so easy to succumb to his sweet delusions. Your chin was lifted once more, and you knew you wouldn't be able to resist him if he kissed you. But as your lips were about to meet, voices could be heard from further in the warehouse.

"What if she's hurt?"

"I'm sure she's fine, Atsushi," a sardonic voice responded. "(Name)'s a tough woman. She can handle herself."

You looked away from Fyodor, smiling fondly at the racket created by your co-workers. He stared for a moment before letting out a resigned sigh, drawing your attention back in his direction.

"It seems our time has been cut shorter than I anticipated." He left one last kiss against your knuckles. "Until we meet again." He left in the opposite direction, his black coat shielding him from sight as your co-workers round the corner.

"(Name)-san!" Atsushi exclaimed, the stomp of his boots echoing until they came to a halt, split-colored eyes widening at the sight of Eduard's body. "What happened to him?"

Your brow puckered as you racked your mind for an excuse—it was obvious you hadn't done this, but could you possibly tell them the truth? And how would you even start?

Dazai knelt beside the corpse, careful not to displace any vital evidence as he moved disheveled hair away to assess the wound. Clean entrance in the back, messy exit in the front—a shot from behind. His face bowed in contemplation, lines of deep thought etching along his face before he perked back into his normal guise, practically bouncing on one foot in mirth.

"Oh, thank goodness!" he cried, practically bouncing as he took your hands into his in an all-too-familiar manner. "I was so worried something had happened to you. 'Such a waste of beauty,' I said!"

Your response was to flick his forehead, chuckling as he shrank down to the floor with his head in his hands, whining about your 'cruelty' and that he'd 'make you pay for such heartlessness.' Atsushi, on the other hand, was left with more questions than answers.

"Weren't these the same men after Ranpo?" he pressed, scratching his chin. "They never appeared at the agency. What'd they want with you?"

"It seems they believed I had some top-secret information on someone," you replied, messing with the fabric of your sleeves. "They used Ranpo as a decoy to bait me before knocking me out when we were investigating the bank."

"What kind of info did they want?"

You would be foolish not to notice the minute tilt in Dazai's head, an indicator for whenever he was attempting to probe someone. But you weren't a fool, and you stood your ground.

"We didn't have much time to delve into details."

You acknowledged him by returning his gesture, and he stared for a moment before relenting for the time being. It wasn't likely that he'd let the subject go completely, but you needed that precious time in order to think about the endless questions you'd be answering—along with which ones to answer truthfully and which ones to cover up. It was a dangerous game to play with the former mafia executive, but what fun would it be if it wasn't?

The two escorted you outside, and a foul order made you increasingly aware of the reason Atsushi had sounded so worried. Bodies lined the outside of the warehouse; armored men piled in clumps like dead flies as they rotted in the summer heat, their weapons unused as they sat, long dead. Had Eduard sat inside the entire time without realizing his men had all perished?

You looked at them with a solemn expression and tried not to think about it too much. "What happened with the bank? How did you manage to find me?"

"As it turns out, no one was in the bank at all."

You turned back to Atsushi, stupefied. "Huh?"

"Apparently, someone pulled the fire alarm." Dazai stared at the corpses with a similar soberness, eyes distant. "Once everyone was out, they managed to lock down the building. There was no proper way to get a headcount, so it took some time for police to realize that the threat was false."

You sighed, feeling ten times lighter. "At least no one was hurt."

"Ranpo-san was the one who pointed us here," Atsushi interjected, seeming equally as surprised as you were. "He said something about sensing someone underestimating him?"

You laughed. "Yeah, that tracks."

"We'll have to report this back to the Boss." Dazai's face twisted into a malicious expression as he wriggled his fingers. You were very aware of Fukuzawa's responses whenever one of his subordinates was targeted, and Dazai was gleeful in reminding you of that fact. "You'll be in kiddy jail for weeks. Think of how light our paperwork will be—!"

"That man."

You and Atsushi shrieked as Kyouka emerged from the shadows. It seemed that she had followed behind, which hadn't been an uncommon habit in the weeks following her unofficial introduction to the agency, but you and Atsushi seemed to have both forgotten about it. You clutched your heart, taking a deep breath.

"I think I might have an aneurysm."

"That man with the weird hat." You froze. "Who was he?"

"A man with a weird hat?" Atsushi asked, mostly in a rhetorical sense that was a product of his own amused confusion. You wanted to smack yourself—she must've been able to watch from the rafters, a skill the small girl had depended on from her days in the Port Mafia.

You looked back at the warehouse with a wistful expression. "He's...just an old friend."

"Was he the one that saved you?"

The words felt difficult to swallow. "It's usually the opposite."

Before Atsushi could question your weird choice of words, you started to make your way back to the office. He yelled after you for you to slow down, but the sinking feeling in your stomach only forced you to pick up speed. Dazai was abnormally silent throughout the entire exchange, hands dipping into the pockets of his trench coat as he followed where your eyes had been, scanning the exterior of the warehouse. He frowned before deciding to follow the rest.

He'd be sure to interrogate you later.

Fyodor stood on top of the warehouse, obscured from the ground level, as he watched you drift further and further away from him. He took off his hat, letting the winds of the harbor overshadow his rueful expression.

"Let the games begin, моя любовь."

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Hey guys! It’s Cami , this is my new writing blog. My old writing blog @akutagawasbitches is now going to be my random bungou dogs content blog and i’ll only post my writing here on this blog so please follow and send in any requests! I will also be finishing up the requests currently in my old blogs inbox dont worry! 

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Here’s a little drabble I spontaneously wrote for @skateme2yokohama for her follower’s milestone! Please enjoy love, I hope you like it <3 

Dazai winced at the stinging pain coming from his abdomen. You gently dabbed at his bleeding wound with an alcohol-soaked rag to try clean the wound. It wasn’t deep, just superficial but you could tell it hurt a lot from his pained expression.  You hesitated and asked softly

“Do you want me to stop? Is it too painful?”

Dazai blinked and replied softly “No, it’s fine. Please keep going.”

Swallowing, you continued to lightly dab at the exposed flesh until you finished cleaning his wound. Frowning slightly, you lightly begin to bandage the wound. Dazai watches you softly and smiles at how beautiful you were. He couldn’t understand why you would go out of your way to treat him when Yosano could just do it. But you insisted and now you were here, bandaging him up. Your delicate hands lightly brushing against his skin made his heart hammer out of his chest. Suddenly, your voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“There I’m all done Dazai. Is there anything else I can do to help?” You had a small smile when you said that, your eyes filled with love and admiration. He never understood how he was so lucky to have someone like you in his life.

“Ah my belladonna, I am afraid I’m dying, and I need you to revive me with a kiss.” He exclaimed, dramatically throwing himself down into the floor before looking up and smiling at her.  Sighing you sit down next to him and kiss his cheek.

“That’s it?” He exclaims slightly offended. “That’s your kiss of life? That could barely revive a bug, belladonna!”

You raise your eyebrow and kiss his lips lightly. He smiles and kisses you back passionately, both of you lost in the kiss. Suddenly Kunikida walks in and yells at both of you to cut out the PDA at the office.

“If you have the strength to eat Y/N’s face Dazai, you have the strength to fill out your injury report!” He yelled, walking away with his face red as a tomato. Dazai rolled his eyes and smiled at you, you were blushing bright red after being caught. Dazai gently kissed you and smiled.

“I think you’ve brought me back to life with that kiss belladonna!” He yelled excitedly; a huge smug grin plastered across his face. You giggled and lightly smacked him. He grabs your hands and pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you.  He looked at you, with eyes full of awe and love and softly said

“I love you”

Smiling you kissed him, resting your head on his chest. Finally, he felt at peace.

Finally, he was whole.

(I’m sorry this was so short) 

Could you do Akutagawa with a tall s/o? Scenario or headcanons, which ever is easier!!

I decided on headcannons as I couldn’t really think of a way to write the scenario without it being super specific! I hope that’s okay!

Akutagawa isn’t as short as Chuuya, but he is definitely average height so when he first meets his s/o, the first thing he notices is their height

He does not care too much about them being taller than him but that changes a tiny bit when they start dating

He feels slightly emasculated when they have to get things off the shelf for him because he can’t reach

So he starts using Rashomon to get things off the shelf for himself.

He doesn’t really mind when they wear heels too much honestly, he gets over his feelings of being emasculated pretty quick

He absolutely refuses to be little spoon, always big spoon.

He enjoys having them lay down on his lap while reading or watching tv because it makes him feel soft but also like he’s protecting them.

He only allows himself to be little spoon when he’s having nightmares

He loves to hug his S/O from behind and rest his head against their back/shoulders (depending on how tall they are)

Does pretty much everything he can for them so he still feels useful which includes using Rashomon to get stuff of the shelves for them even if they can get it themselves

“Aku I can get it myself.” “No.”

He will grab his s/o’s shirt and yank them down to his height whenever he wants a kiss

He point blank refuses to go on his tiptoes to kiss them.

If anyone comments on their height difference, he’ll have Rashomon snapping at their heels.

Same goes for if anyone makes them feel bad about their height.

If his s/o ever feels insecure about their height, he’ll call them an idiot and point out that a lot of people want to be taller so they should embrace it.

He’ll buy them clothes and have them specially tailored, so they fit them properly since he knows they hate it when their clothes are too short.

He leaves them little notes to remind them of how beautiful they are if he notices his s/o feeling down about their height

Overall he treats his s/o like anyone else but with a bit more softness

I hope you liked these! Again thank you for sending in your request, I had fun writing these ❤️

Request for @sun-daddy-yoriichi

Hmm, since I've had it on my mind for a while, how about some angst with Akutagawa? Possibly where he loses control of Rashomon during a fight and ends up almost killing his S/O. How it ends is entirely up to you, though! Fluff or angst, I'll just be happy if you accept my request.

 I oved writing this! My apologies for taking so long to write it. I hope you enjoy it! <3

Gunshots were firing all around her. She dove and took cover behind a cargo box, trying to catch her breath. Gripping the gun, her hands were shaking. She couldn’t shoot straight, not when she could barely hold the gun. Her palms were pouring out sweat, making the gun slippery. “Where is he?” she thought to herself. This was meant to have been an easy recon mission, in and out but it had gone wrong. They knew that she was coming and retaliated straight away, firing a hailstorm of bullets her way before she even knew what was going on.  Her partner was nowhere to be seen. Akutagawa was meant to be her protection, to get rid of any possible enemies before hand so she could run in and grab the USB drive with the information they needed. But he was nowhere to be seen. She was confused and frightened, Akutagawa took his job deathly serious so she didn’t understand why she couldn’t see him. “He was behind me before we got here but maybe he took a different route and ran into trouble” she muttered to herself.

Suddenly she heard screams and peeked around the cargo box where she was hiding. The enemy were scattering like rats, but it did them no good. Glowing tendrils stabbed through them like spears, piercing through their bodies causing them to cough out blood. Blood splatters everywhere and stains the floor red. Their bodies are thrown aside and splatter into the wall, making horrible crunching noise as their bones break and organs implode.

She spotted one more enemy who was wearing a black mask. Frowning, she peered up at him through her binoculars trying to get a better look. She spotted a symbol on his mask and started to panic. He was the dangerous ability user they were told to avoid at all costs. Panicking she started to yell at Akutagawa to run but before he heard her, the masked man threw a grenade down which exploded, releasing gas. Quickly covering her nose and mouth with her shirt, she began to look for Akutagawa.

“Please be okay” she whispered to herself, frantically looking for him through the cloud of gas. She had only been at the Port Mafia for a few years, but Akutagawa made it bearable. His quiet demeanour was calming, and he always knew how to make her smile, whether it was holding her hand or holding the door open for her. It had nearly been a year since they started dating but Akutagawa never told her that he loved her, but she didn’t need to hear it. She knew he did through his actions and him a lot gentler around her. She heard groaning and ran over to the noise.

She could barely see through the thick cloud of gas, but she spotted a figure dressed in all black lying down. She sprinted over to him and began checking to see if he was alright. Before she could touch him, a black tendril shot out and nearly stabbed her in the eye. She jumped back, confused and terrified.

“Aku….? A-Are you alright? It’s me.” She said, her voice slightly shaky.

Groaning, he snapped his head up, staring into her eyes with his own. But they weren’t their normal grey colour like rainclouds but blood red.

“Rashomon!” He yelled, summoning the black beast. A black spike shot out stabbing you in the chest, causing you to spit out blood. “How dare you try attack me! You’re a pathetic worm under my boot and I will crush you. Now die so I can recover what I need.”

She blinked confused, holding her hand against her wound to try stem the bleeding. He didn’t recognise her. He had never looked at her with such venomous hatred before.

Why was he acting like this? Did she do something wrong? Tears streamed down her face as she looked at the man, she loved with her entire being stare back at her with such hatred.

“What did I do?! I didn’t do anything Aku! Please! I love you! Please stop I-“  She was interrupted with another black spike piercing through her chest, skewering through her lifting her off the ground. Falling to the floor she began to cry, and she felt herself start to bleed out.  The thick cloud of gas started to dissipate.

“Ryunosuke…. please.” she whispered, her eyes welling up. He frowned and started to get ready to strike her again when his eyes started to regain their soft grey colour. The red started to fade away like clouds after a storm.

Blinking as he started to regain his full consciousness, he looked around at his surrounding and saw her body on the ground. He let out a pained scream and sobbed over her bleeding body. He stroked her cheek and whispered apologies over and over again. He cursed himself for being so weak that he fell under the influence of the gas. He howled in pain as he held her body close to his.

He choked out through sobs, three words she never thought she’d hear. “I love you. I’m so sorry. I love you more than anything. Only the weak die yet you are strong so please. Please don’t leave me.” He whispered, holding her close.

He could feel your weak heartbeat, causing him to desperately cling to her. Using all her strength, she reached her arm up to gently wipe away his tears.

“I love you too.” She murmured, gently holding his cheek in her hand. Leaning down Akutagawa placed a gentle kiss on her lips as he lifted her up and carried her off to the Port Mafia headquarters to get patched up.

I wrote a little fluffy drabble for my lovely angel @dazedbydazai! I hope you like it my love <3 

You couldn’t stop yourself. You were hyperventilating, you couldn’t breathe. You felt like you were drowning. You clutched your chest as you tried to control your breathing.

“Deep breaths. In. Out.” You mutter to yourself, trying to regulate your breaths. You could feel yourself physically shaking like a leaf in the wind. Hands shaking, you reach for your phone to call your boyfriend, but you couldn’t dial his number, your hands were shaking too bad. The world felt like it was on your shoulders, slowly crushing you.

You didn’t know what set you off. You were doing fine, just going through reports when a sense of dread set in and you left like you were going to die. “Everything will end and fall apart” is all you could think about.  Your mistakes were choking you whilst your regrets crushed your lungs by stomping in your lungs. At least that’s what it felt like.

You sat there, rocking yourself back and forth waiting for the feeling of being consumed by your anxiety to leave but it felt endless. Like you were lost at sea and there was no land in sight so your only option was to drown one day. Breathing heavily, you didn’t notice the door opening and your boyfriend quickly walking towards you. Kneeling down next to you, he gently grabbed your hands pulling them away from your face, making you look up at him.  Gently cupping your face, he softly spoke

“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you shaking? Did something happen?”

He stared at you taking in your dishevelled appearance, checking to see if you’d been hurt in any way. He couldn’t lie. Him being part of the Port Mafia and an executive at that put you in danger and it scared him. That one day he’ll come home, and you’d be dead or kidnapped. But both of those hurt less than seeing you curled up in a ball, rocking yourself while you cried. It broke his heart.

He rubbed your back and tried to calm you down so you could talk to him.

“Baby please talk to me. I can’t help if you don’t talk to me.” He murmured into your hair softly. Hiccupping and sniffling, you muttered about what was wrong. The feeling of all your worries and anxieties crashing down on you like a tidal wave. Your fears eating you up while your regrets and failures mocked you. After you finished explaining through sniffles and hiccups, Chuuya stands up.

Quietly he leaves the room. “He’s ashamed of me. He probably thinks I’m weak and doesn’t want to be around someone like me. I just ruin the mood and everything. I should’ve lied….” You thought to yourself, self-deprecating thoughts clouding your mind. You start to bury your face in your hands, your thoughts overwhelming you once again when a calloused hand pries your hands away. Pulling you up from where you where curled up, Chuuya led you into the kitchen.

Blinking in surprise, you took in everything. One countertop were covered in different ingredients: flour, eggs, sugar, and various types of chocolate. There’s two glasses of wine on the other countertop had two glasses of wine, with candles illuminating the room. You turn to see Chuuya blushing and smiling softly.

“I thought we could bake together and enjoy it with some wine. I’m not great with words but I thought doing something that keeps you busy might take everything off your mind. Keeping busy helps me at least so I thought I’d try. Do you want to have a go?” He muttered quietly.  Smiling, your eyes start to water at the kind gesture

“Chuuya… I don’t know what to say… This is so so sweet.” You gasp, trying not to cry. Chuuya gently cupped your cheek and kissed it lightly.

“You deserve something as sweet as you my love.” He grinned. You blush slightly and mutter quietly, hoping he doesn’t hear.

“No, I don’t. You deserve someone better. Someone who doesn’t get consumed by their own thoughts. Someone who doesn’t get overwhelmed so easily. Someone stronger. Someone better than me….”

Chuuya frowns at your comments and grabs your face, turning it to face his. His ocean blue eyes stare into yours, getting you lost in his gaze. Firmly, he starts to speak.

“You are strong. Don’t lie and bring yourself over thoughts. I love you despite your bad days. Everyone has bad days when they get overwhelmed, especially if things are difficult but it doesn’t make you weak. Crying doesn’t make you weak, what makes you weak is not having the strength to face your feelings then let them out. Bottling your feelings rots away your heart. So, you’re not weak for letting them out.  Everyone gets stuck with their thoughts; it is part of being human. Having thoughts, even bad ones is what makes you human. Your emotions and thoughts make you human. The pain and anxieties mean you’re alive. In the end thoughts can consume you, but you have to remember that they are just thoughts. Your brain is lying to you. You’re strong, wonderful and beautiful. You’re also human.”  He remarks, passion etched into every word he spoke.  

You sigh quietly and press your forehead against his.

“Thank you. I needed to hear that.” You quietly murmur. Smiling, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead

“Anytime. I’m always here for you. I love you, flaws and all.” He laughs, gently tapping your nose. “Now I think it’s time we started baking, don’t you?”

Hours had passed. You both were covered in flour drinking the wine Chuuya bought. It was delicious but not as delicious as the cookies the two of you both. Sitting on top of the counter with your legs dangling off, you sipped your wine and smiled at your boyfriend. He was grinning and picked up a cookie and placed it between his teeth. Leaning forward, he lightly prods you with the cookie. You get the message and bite down on the other half of the cookie. He smiles as the two of you share the cookie together. Slowly your lips move closer to his and once the cookie is all gone, he kisses you and smiles

“Sweeter than sugar.” He whispers making you laugh.

“That would be you Chuuya. You didn’t have to do all this to cheer me up.” You said jokingly.

He smiles sweetly and replies “I know but I wanted to. I love seeing you smile so I wanted to make you smile since I could stare at that smile forever.”

Giggling you kiss him sweetly and he kisses back. He lifts you up. Smirking he whispers to you “Let’s go clean up together, yeah?” 

Hi! Can i have headcanon on turn-on and turn-off for chuuya, thank you!

Hi thank you for this request! My apologies for taking so long to fill it out! I wasn’t sure if you wanted nsfw versions so I didn't do any! If you’d like a nsfw version, please send in a request specifying it! I hope you enjoyed these <33 (I may simp for aku but I do love me some Chuuya). Also check out @xxxsoukokuxxx as they have similar request as well! 

Turn offs 

Chuuya is someone who has been through alot and has been manipulated in the past so if you are an manipulative person, he’d dislike that especially if you tried to manipulate him 

He doesn’t like weak minded or willed people. If you are easily swayed or don’t stand up for your beliefs, he’d think that's a weakness thus unattractive to him. 

He also doesn’t like superficial people i.e. someone who is only with him for his looks/ status or money. He may have all of those but he’s a busy man who doesn’t have time to waste on superficial people who don’t genuinely care for him 

He wont like anyone controlling either. If you don’t respect him enough to trust his decisions and have faith in his actions then he doesn't want you. He is a Port Mafia Executive for a reason and that reason is that he’s capable of taking care of situations by himself and making decisions

Going off the controlling part, he would hate it if his S/O or someone he’s interested in tried to change him i.e. get him to leave the Port Mafia. He’s devoted to the Mafia and he won’t leave them for anyone, no matter how special they are. It is part of his life and if they try change that, he views it as them not respecting him which is a huge turn off 

He wouldn't want an overly clingy S/O as he is often away on missions so he’d find someone who is overly reliant on him unattractive as it clashes with his lifestyle 

On the flip side he wouldn’t want someone who would smother/baby him too much as he’d find it insulting and demeaning to his reputation and himself. He is perfectly capable of looking after himself so someone babying him would irritate him I think 

Chuuya is someone who would enjoy teasing in my opinion but someone who teases him in public or flirts in order to annoy him would get under his skin and annoy him thus he’d view it as a turn off

On the other hand Chuuya would find it unattractive if someone one was too serious or couldn’t let loose. If they were too uptight and didn’t know how to have fun once in a while Chuuya would find them dull. 

Turn ons 

Chuuya finds it insanely attractive if someone lives life to the fullest and enjoys trying new things. If they are willing to go for random 3am motorcycle rides and watch the stars or go on a spontaneous trip to Paris, Chuuya will love them

He also finds it attractive if they introduce new things to him, since he works alot he doesn't often have time to try out new new things so if his S/O can show him a new bar in Yokohama or a new type of cuisine he’s never tried before, he’ll love them. This man chases after life and living life to the fullest so anyone who can help him is attractive to him 

He likes someone who is independent and can take care of themselves. He doesn’t need the responsibility of making sure his S/O is okay so he likes it if they can take care of themselves so he doesn’t have to worry about them while he’s busy on missions. 

He also likes strong minded people who aren’t afraid of backing down on their beliefs and opinions. He finds this attractive as it takes guts to stick by what you believe, which is something he greatly respects. 

He would like someone intelligent so he can talk to them and have deep conversations about whatever he likes, he dislikes superficial conversation in my opinion. 

We all know that Chuuya takes great care in his appearance, so he'd find it attractive if his S/O did the same.  Someone with good fashion taste would be ideal for CHuuya. I can see this man wanting to have matching outfits (stylish of course.)

He’d like it if his S/O was affectionate and showed him that they love him with small gestures like running him a bath when he got home or cooking him dinner. He is someone who’d appreciate physical affection so an affectionate S/O would be ideal for him. 

Someone who is mature enough to deal with his trauma would also be ideal, so someone who is open minded and a good listener would be attractive as it lets him vent when he needs to.  Also allows him to carry on working where he’s happy while having the support he needs. 

Finally I believe he’d find patience attractive. Someone who can handle his bad temper and still keep calm would be attractive as it would give him space to calm down as well and rationally talk things out rather than them escalating situation with their own temper. 

Aaaaaaaaa I hope you enjoyed these! Any feedback is welcome as usual! I hope you are having a lovely day anon and all my lovely followers <33 

surprise!

bsd boys x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings : maybe ooc Jouno- I haven’t seen much of his character yet but I still adore hims

synopsis : welcome back

a/n : I wrote this entire thing in one sitting. No I can’t believe it either. 

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the floor is lava!

bsd boys + reader

*all of these are optional romantic/platonic, except for Kenji, who is strictly platonic*

wc : 0.7k

a/n : quick little fun post while I work on my other shit- was missin the bsd content <3

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It was a quiet rainy day, and everyone was minding their own business (for once). Nothing could’ve possibly ruined the relaxing silence…

“THE FLOOR IS LAVA!” 

Armed Detective Agency 

Before you even have a chance to move, Dazai is jumping straight up, entire body weight and all four spangly limbs, right into your arms. Whether you can actually hold him up- or you both end up eating the floor - he’ll insist that you’re his knight in shining armor and you simply must hold him

Atsushi, on the other hand, will waste no time before swooping you off your feet, even if it means he has to stand in the ‘lava’ himself. He’d absolutely fucking sprint to you and grab you if he needed to because he is a gentleman 

And of course, to no one’s surprise, Ranpo was the one who shouted it. He already had his ass parked on top of his desk, snacks surrounding him- though he’ll make room for you to hop up if you hurry (and will share his snacks if you trip someone on their way to safety) 

In typical Kunikida fashion, he’s there to wave around his notebook and demand everyone quit playing games and get back to work. Even so, he’ll easily catch you when you jump at him, cause I mean..he wasn’t just gonna let you fall [in lava]

Fukuzawa doesn’t exactly understand, so he’ll stand and watch everyone else scramble around. He’ll also help you climb on top of a desk (with eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement)

Having never played before, Kenji will also just stand around until you grab his hand and pull him towards the couch. A quick ‘hurry!’ from you and he’s laughing and jumping on the cushions with you, listening intently when you explain the game 

Junichiro tries to climb on your chair with you, whining when you place your foot on his chest to stop him. Surprisingly, he’ll just pick you up quickly before sitting down in your spot, curling his arms around you with a huff while you guys try to keep balance on one another, keeping your feet off the ground 

Port Mafia 

Chuuya would like to say he’s all cool and suave about it, but the second he processes those words, he’s activating his ability and floating over to grab you up off the floor too. He’ll hold you over his shoulder so the two of you can throw shit at everyone else scrambling around (while hovering mockingly above their heads) 

As usual, Akutagawa is stoned face while he remains unmoving from his seat. He’ll only blink when you hop on his lap, begrudgingly choosing to entertain your antics when you insist he pull his feet off the floor. And while he isn’t necessarily playing, he will knock others off their high spots with Rashomon 

Amusing as it is, Mori has no desire to participate himself. Elise is absolutely playing (as she’s the one who shouted it), so she’ll quickly shove him off his seat and beckon you over to come sit with her. He’ll pout as you laugh, not necessarily liking that he’s the only one remaining on the floor 

Tachihara is shoving you out of the way, no fucks given, because damnit- the floor is lava! Though if you stay where he pushed you, arms crossed and fake upset expression, he’ll reach out and drag you on the crate with him

Decay of Angels 

Fyodor will simply raise an eyebrow, looking up from his book to watch everyone fumble over themselves. When you attach yourself to the back of his chair, though, he chuckles in amusement and invests his entire attention to watching you bat away Nikolai from pushing you into the ‘lava’. He’ll offer up his seat after a while if you’re still playing 

[After being told what the game is beforehand] Sigma, still a bit hesitant, will tug on your hand and ask if you wanna share the table with him. He’ll gladly watch everyone else as they play, but if you ask, he’s happy to help you sabotage them too 

Without question, Nikolai is the one who shouted it. He’ll eagerly shove a chair your way, placing his own a few feet beside it. Entirely ignoring the chaos he’s created, Nik now busies himself with going back and forth with you, trying to knock each other off your chairs- and he will use his ability to try and cheat

I request tecchou x bottom male reader and tecchou has a breeding fetish

Tecchou x bottom male reader breeding fetish imagines ~

Imagine Tecchou who holds one hand on your hip the other on your ass cheek as he pulls them apart thrusting forward as his tip presses dead on your prostate adding steady pressure to it as you lay face down ass up face in the pillows mindlessly drooling as your rim greedily try’s to sucks more of his cock in, clenching and unclenching as your body try’s to milk him subconsciously earning a grunt from him.

Imagine Tecchou who cums inside you multiple times with sex never ending unless your hole is gaping and puffy with your inner bud all pink and puffy oozing his cum as you twitch and spasm all fucked out making him happy swing you all “well bred” by him.

Imagine Tecchou who holds you up your thighs spread wide and your body off the ground with your legs to your chest gasping as his cock plunges in and out of you as he uses you as his personal weight and flesh light pumping load after load into you leaving your insides a slimy mess as your nose scrunches up in pleasure and overstimulating with him not stopping til his thrusts begin to burn fucking you til your insides go raw and tender.

Imagine when you’re in the shower after sex trying to wash all the cum out of you so you don’t leak, Tecchou being all unhappy at his work going to waist as he grips your hips pulling you to him in the shower poking your sore rim with his cock head as it twitches signaling he’s about to start all over breeding you again as he bends you down holding your wrists as he pins them behind your back holding them as he fucks you in the shower with the sound of wet skin slapping making your cheeks all red from his hips as you groan out all wide eyed as his cock stretches your deepest parts.

Imagine Tecchou coming back from a mission with his fellow hunting dogs but his gift only being a pastel buttplug in your favorite color so you don’t ever have to “waste” anymore of his cum after sex, the thought of you walking around carrying his load inside of your belly making him go feral at the thought of breeding you and knocking you up despite him knowing you’re a man making it impossible for you to get knocked up….but he’ll keep trying!

Imagine tecchou being tired from his missions but still wanting to fuck you, having a lazy night of riding with you on top of him rocking your hips nice and slow as he lays against the headboard with both hands on your hips just grinding as he releases load after load inside you as it coats his cock making wet squelches with every lift of your hips having your ass cheeks all smeared with his cum getting it all over his hips pleasing him as you ride him making a mess of his semen leaving you fully stuffed and your belly all bloated for the night.

boys who have oral fixations <3

boys who salivate at the mere thought of being able to pleasure you; to let you use their mouth. boys who kneel before you, mouth open wide as you prodd at their teeth and tongue, gagging when you push your fingers too far down their throats. who tear up when you thrust too far harsh; too deep down their sensitive little throats.

⸻ nagito, hajime, kazuichi, shuichi, ( danganronpa ) denji, ( chainsaw man ) dazai, sigma, ranpo, poe, ( bungo stray dogs ) kaido, ( the disasterous life of saiki k. ) your favs <3