#akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader

[kentopedia]

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ SAFEGUARD — dazai, chuuya, akutagawa

summary . . . they save you after you've been injured and captured by an enemy.

contents . . . sfw, f!reader (chuuya & dazai) and gn!reader (akutagawa), violence / blood, threats, injuries, hurt/comfort, angst, established relationship, and it's pmboss!dazai bc i can't help myself — 3.5k total

notes . . . i got this request so long ago lol. not my best work, but i have been in the worst writing slump ever and just wanted to finish something. i've also never written for akutagawa before so pls be nice <3

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 . . .

there are very few times that chuuya feels he’s been outsmarted. he knows he’s not the mastermind of the port mafia, but he certainly isn’t a fool. when it comes to you and your well-being, though, his mind short-circuits, half of his intelligence draining away while his emotions take hold. 

your relationship isn’t a secret to anyone in the port mafia, which means that it isn’t a secret to your enemies either. and while most people know it’s hard to land a finger on chuuya directly, his pretty little girlfriend doesn’t have the power of a god nestled inside of her.

the rage sparks through him, growing fiercely into the blaze of a forest fire, until all he can think of is getting you home safely. he thinks of your sweet smile as he rips the door of the enemies’ base off the hinges, crushing it into a million pieces with the force of gravity. 

the men are quick to react, but chuuya hurtles the crushed door towards them, knocking three of them to their feet. another group charges at him, but their guns do little against his skill. after years of fighting some of the strongest ability users, simple criminal organizations are as easy to step over like ants. 

chuuya kills them all — except for one.

the man’s knees are wobbling, hand shaking around the gun as he realizes that these will be his final moments. there is fear in his eyes, brown ones that rest wide open, and chuuya almost hesitates. his remorse doesn’t last long, though, before he’s wrapping a hand around the man’s throat, thrusting him backwards. 

“where is she?” chuuya asks, voice sharp and commanding. 

he can feel the man swallowing. 

chuuya knows that backup is probably on the way, but it won’t matter whether they show up or not. he’ll crush the rest of his enemies just as he’s crushed the last twenty men. the poor soul in his leather hold seems to know that as well. 

“i-i’ll take you to her,” he rasps, dropping his gun to claw at chuuya’s hand. 

he drops him, lets him take a few heaving breaths and coughs, before he’s kicking at him, forcing him back to his feet.

the young man takes him up the elevator, weaves him through a hallway as chuuya leaves a scattering of bodies in his wake, not hesitating to kill a single man that gets in his way. there is nothing that can keep him from you. 

how fiercely and loyally he loves you — it drives him to near insanity. 

finally, with blood coating his face and his clothes, the young man enters a room, locked with a code, revealing you. 

chuuya’s rage is almost as blinding as his corruption, as he gazes at the sight of you. bloodied and bruised, tied up in a chair, so visibly harmed. his hands clench into fists. “get the fuck away from her,” he says to the man who seems to be monitoring you.

“what are you doing in here?” the men left in the room panic, but they don’t have time to react before chuuya throws them back at the wall, so quickly, with so much force, that their spines snap. they hit it with a sharp crack, skulls shattering against the plaster, the wall crushing beneath the weight of them. 

limply, they fall to the floor. 

chuuya rushes over to you. 

the young man that led him here disappears, but chuuya isn’t worried about him. he’s a coward; he’ll likely flee from the country and never look back. the men that truly hurt you are already dead, and he’ll burn this building to the ground once he’s gotten you away from it. 

“hey,” chuuya says, cradling your cheeks gently, trying to coax you back awake. he’s not sure if it’s exhaustion, blood loss, or the obvious head trauma that caused you to pass out in the first place. but you’re still breathing, so he counts that as a blessing. 

“hey,” he whispers again, kissing your forehead, like it will heal all your ailments. “wake up, baby. we gotta get you out of here, okay?” 

it takes you a few seconds to come to, eyes glazed over and shell-shocked as you blink at him. “chuuya?” you say; your voice is so hoarse it makes chuuya want to keel over and vomit. “is it really you?” 

guilt gnaws at him, almost crushing, at the fact that thirty-six hours passed, and you’re delirious enough not to recognize him. you probably haven’t eaten, either. 

he should’ve been there. no one should’ve ever had the chance to hurt you, yet…

“it’s me, i’m here,” he says, kissing your lips, your temple, brushing your hair away from your face. the strands are sticky with blood. “shit,” chuuya nearly shouts, pulling a knife from his pocket, sawing through the thick ropes around you as quickly as he can. “i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry.” 

he can’t get you free fast enough, and you smile at him, drowsy, your eyes fluttering shut once more. “it’s okay, chuuya,” you say, leaning your head on his shoulder. “you’re here now.” 

“you have to stay awake,” he says desperately, realizing your head is still bleeding. he doesn’t know how hurt you are. chuuya’s no expert when it comes to medicine, but he’s smart enough to know that internal injuries could be even worse than the external ones. 

“stay awake for me, okay, honey? i’ll get you back to the boss and we’ll find you a doctor. you’ll be just fine.” 

“okay, chuuya,” you hum, weakly gripping his back. seconds of silence pass before you mutter, “i just want to go home.” 

"i know." his heart pulls, and he almost lets out a cracked sob. but he refrains, knowing that there is plenty of time to drown in his sorrows later. 

finally, he gets the ropes under, lifting you from the chair. you’re so much lighter, weaker, and it makes him sick as he carries you. “let’s get you home.” 

𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀. . .

the call comes just as akutagawa is getting ready to head home for the evening, his tasks completed, eyes heavy with exhaustion. 

normally, he doesn’t stick around to say any goodbyes, sneaking off into the darkness of the night like a shadow, blending right in. but, something about the evening, so gloomy and drizzly with spring rain, feels off. 

with a heavy knot in his chest, so much different than an incoming fit of coughs, akutagawa heads back up to mori’s office, if perhaps to only ensure that everyone else’s jobs had been completed. he’s a lot of things, but he’s never been a slacker; and he’ll do what it takes to ensure that his position in the mafia is eternally secure.

though, he doesn’t have the opportunity to get all the way upstairs before he run into the boss, who is calm, but with an air of irritation clouding him. 

he explains the current situation to akutagawa in a clipped tone, bored — an enemy group has kidnapped you, holding you hostage. 

“how rude is it to bother a man, just as he is getting ready to go to sleep?” mori says, sighing histrionically.

but what is a minor inconvenience to mori sends an entire wave of dread through akutagawa, his entire body feeling as if it’s been dipped in ice. he can’t explain the horror that washes over him, not really, because he shouldn’t feel so panicked. it is rare for him to get worked up about the danger his subordinates find themselves in, save for his sister, of course. 

but you… you’re different. 

“can i trust you to diffuse the situation?” mori asks, impatiently glancing at his watch as if that will change anything. “i can call someone else, but they will not be so quick.” 

akutagawa doesn’t even think before he accepts the job, hating the way he sounds pathetically desperate for more details. his hands flatten the edge of his cloak, as if his ability is going to take on a mind of its own. 

he calls for a driver, calm but breathing so heavily that an aching cough rises up in him. his throat feels as if it may begin to bleed, but he swallows, glances away from the driver and gets himself under control.

there’s a ransom — bring them the money and they’ll return you, mori had told him. you’re only a lower ranking member of the mafia, and someone that makes for a pretty poor bargaining chip, so the motive is questionable. 

mori probably would’ve let you die, akutagawa knows, his teeth gritting together, so much so that a splintering sound comes from it. but the boss, in his infinite, concerning wisdom, seems to also know that his loyal dog has an soft spot for you. 

as regrettable as that may be.

akutagawa has no doubt that whoever the enemy is, they are no match for him. still, a twinge of anxiety settles in his stomach, fingers jittery as the driver, despite the decreased traffic of the hour, seems to drive impossibly slow. 

“are we not in a rush?” akutagawa snaps, leaning forward.

“apologies,” the driver, says, not daring to even look at akutagawa from the mirror. but the car speeds up, enough for akutagawa to be able to notice, at least. it cools the simmer that has already begun deep in his chest.  

even so, the car seems to go at a snails pace, minute upon minute flying by, with you in the clutches of an enemy. 

akutagawa doesn’t care who they are. he doesn’t care why, or how they captured you. he wants them dead. he’ll rip them apart, easily, and he’ll make them suffer — they’ll be alive for all of it, for every second that he peels the skin from their bones, ripping the smaller ones out of their sockets. 

what he feels for you… well, it’s too hard for him to admit to himself. he has no experience with what it means to care for another person, doesn’t even know if that’s his goal. he just knows he wants to protect you.

and he can’t do that if you’re dead.

finally, the car pulls up to an old warehouse, one at the very outskirts of the port, beyond the docks and the shipping carts. it’s tucked far back, an obvious lair for some villainous organization that doesn’t want to be found. 

akutagawa gets there, but there is nothing. he hears nothing, feels no signs of life as he trudges through the puddles left behind from the earlier rain. 

a small string of panic begins again, as he wondered if maybe the call that mori had told him was only a ruse. maybe this entire time had been a distraction, a way to lure him away. there are other skill-users in the mafia, but none quite as dangerous as him. 

though, he hears it, then. a small little sound, muffled and hoarse, full of pain. 

he ducks into another corner of a warehouse, and you’re there — bound with chains and a gag across your mouth, one of your eyes blackened with bruises, your nose bleeding. 

his heart aches. never in his life has he so quickly made his way over, used the sharp edges of his ability to shear through the chains, falling to his knees as he unbinds the cloth from your lips. 

“where are they?” he rasps, mouth opening and closing, hating the sound of his own voice. he recognizes his desperation, his anger, but the affectionate sound that clips at the end is unfamiliar, as he shakily pulls himself closer to you. 

you glance up at him, eyes glossy and wide, and though you are scared, hurt, he’s so thankful you are alive. his heart flips once, as you grasp at his cloak, the material that has the blood of so many staining the threads. 

“gone,” you say, throat chalky, words nothing more than a note against the wind. “they fled when they heard it was you coming.” 

“and left you?” he asks, jaw clenching, as he hopes that the emotions aren’t as visible on his features as he thinks they are. “were you not a ransom?” 

“no,” you swallow, hard, as if in pain. he notices bruises around your neck, the shape of fingerprints indented there. “i was bait.”

anger rises up in him like a wave, engulfing him, wholly and relentlessly. he is no stranger to that, like he is the kindness you show him, the way you look at him as if he is your protector, rather than a bringer of destruction. “i’ll go after them. where are they headed? they’ll pay, i’ll slaughter—”

“ryunosuke,” you say, reaching for him as he stands, expression pleading as he backs away. “stay.” 

he has half a mind to ignore you — the enemy escaped, after all. but your voice. your eyes… you look so small sitting there, bloodied and bruised and broken. 

“please,” you try again, near tears, and though he has never been good with obvious displays of emotion, something within him snaps at the desperation in the word. 

he nods, slowing his pace as he returns to you, lets you wrap yourself in him, cling to him. his hands fall, naturally, to your waist, somehow knowing where they belong, even if akutagawa never has a clue what he’s doing with you. 

“i’ll call hirotsu,” he says simply, before pulling out his phone, not bothering to untangle himself from you. 

𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 . . .

dazai is not a forgiving man, and will never learn to be. forgiveness is not a luxury he is often able to indulge in in his line of work, and his heart has hardened enough that until the end of time, those that are branded his enemies will remain his enemies. 

though, in his blackened heart, one soured over the course of time, you have carved out your own little space, lit it up with golden rays of light that are fiery enough to melt the stone casing of his chest. 

his only love — his only weakness. but it is a weakness that his enemies know about as well. 

dazai tries his best to keep you safe. he always has, and he knows that, sometimes, his grasp on you can be a little too tight. that the way he tries to keep you under his watchful eye can sometimes be stifling, frustrating. 

but he can’t always be there to protect you. and it is in times like these, that he regrets letting you go without a bodyguard. he regrets that he listened to your insistence that you could keep yourself safe. 

he should’ve at least told you to take a friend. 

“boss,” his subordinate says, bowing his head, his voice pleading, desperate. “i’m so sorry. your wife—”

“if anything… anything happens to her, you will be the one responsible, do you understand?” dazai says, his eyes cold as he glowers down at the man, only a few inches shorter than him, but feeling so much smaller. “i will personally see that this act does not go unpunished.” 

“of course, sir,” the man says, and he, at the very least, has the decency to sound resigned. to accept his fate and suffer the consequences, for allowing the boss’s wife to get herself into such a situation. 

and dazai means it, every last word; if he finds you in a state closer to death, anyone who put you in harm’s way will be torn apart from the inside out. he isn’t able to think of anything but bringing you home safely, his hands shaking with rage as he sends more than enough people out on a search to find you. 

with all the strings he’s able to pull as the mafia boss, it doesn’t take long to find you, for those that have bravely — or stupidly — used his wife as bait to come forward, and offer an attempt at some sort of negotiation. 

there’s little of the conversation that dazai remembers on the phone, even less that he remembers after that. the anger bubbles up in him and grabs hold of his conscience, the emotion directing his movements with a mind of its own. 

he’s already sent out every last one of his people into the field, ensuring that the organization that had the gall to threaten you is wiped off the face of the earth. deleted from every corner of the world, buildings flattened to the ground. by tomorrow, they won’t have ever existed. 

today, he doesn’t care what happens as long as he finds you alive. 

you’re held hostage by two men — so completely beaten that they’ve given up on any restraints. whatever they wanted from you, you seemed to refused to have given up, lip bleeding, eyes swelling so badly that you can’t even open them. 

dazai doesn’t hesitate before pulling the trigger on the first man, then turning to the other, shooting the hand that holds the pistol. the man recoils, shouts, and drops the weapon completely, as dazai lands another bullet to his knee, causing him to fall. 

slowly, dazai walks up, firing again to his other arm, a loud snap echoing throughout the room. the man winces, trying to crawl to the gun, one last desperate attempt to stay alive. 

he kicks the gun away, watching, as, pathetically, the expression in the enemy’s face changes — any of his remaining hope vanishes. 

“you told me she was unharmed,” dazai says, bending down, his coat flaring out behind him as he squats. 

the man coughs, gasping for air as the blood seeps out of him. “we lied.” he smiles cruelly, and though he shares the same sort of darkness as those in the port mafia, there is something even more twisted in his smile. 

dazai hums. “you the leader?” 

the man doesn’t give an answer, but the slight twitch of surprise on his face is all dazai needs. he’s no one — just a grunt whose life was put on the line to guard you. 

“didn’t think so.” dazai shoots him once, straight through the forehead, instantly killing him. but he is vindictive, angry, and the man he truly wants to destroy, the one who took you, is nowhere to be found. another bullet lands, tearing apart the flesh of his temple, then another, and one more, his skull beginning to cave in from the force of it all. 

dazai heaves, letting the gun clatter to the ground as it runs out of bullets, and then he realizes, all this time, you’ve just been watching him. the ugliest side of him — the worst side of him. 

you’re no stranger to it, of course. how can you be, when you’ve shared a life with him for years? but that doesn’t mean he wants you to see it, see how bloodthirsty he can become. 

he stumbles over to you, where you’re still sitting on the ground, your wrist in your lap, bent at an angle that he knows isn’t right. bruises are littered across your skin, and your hair is matted from the blood that pools at your temple. 

it takes every ounce of restraint he has to stay calm, a million feelings swirling under his skin. ones that he was never familiar with until he met you. 

“i’m sorry,” he says, taking your face in his hands so, so softly, worried that he’ll hurt you even more. “i’m sorry, darling. i should’ve — i should’ve been there.” dazai notices his hands are shaking and he balls them up into fists, leaning back. “fuck. fuck — i’ll kill them all, just tell me who it was. anyone who laid a finger on you. i’ll cut them down one by one.” 

“osamu,” you say, and your voice is raspy, cracking, as your unbroken arm reaches for him, squeezing his shaking hand. “i—”

you open your mouth to continue, but only tears come streaming down your cheeks, over your bloodied lips, saltiness soaking your jawline. no words don’t leave you, but a soft sob chokes itself up your throat.

“hey, hey, hey.” dazai’s voice softens, every muscle in his body relaxing as he draws you nearer to him, into his chest with a touch that’s barely there. “you’re safe. i’m here, okay? they’re not going to hurt you again, sweetheart.” 

you sniffle, barely making a sound, but he can feel the tears drop onto his clothes, soaking the material.

“can you walk? are you hurt anywhere else?” 

you hesitate for a moment before answering; he’s not sure if there’s a reason you only answer the first question. “i can walk.” 

dazai nods, and though the rage is still bubbling there, underneath the surface, there is a coolant streaming through him at the vision of you alive. the men who did this will pay the price, but he still has you — and that’s all that matters.

thank you for reading !!! ❤︎

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[heartsfourdazai]

heeeello, I wanted to order the bungou stray dogs guys with a s/o who always cries when she drinks, like she's a bigger lightweight than Chuuya and also gets really clingy when she's drunk

bsd men with a lightweight, clingy soulmate

dazai, chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa, kunikida, ranpo

warnings: drinking, lowercase writing, short because i feel crappy</3

a/n: writing with nails is a pain, but not impossible!!

taglist: @justcallmesakira @atlasnessie @riiwrites @silverbladexyz <3 luv u guys!! comment to be added!!!

dazai

finds it absolutely adorable when you sob at the smallest of things when you drink.

first time he witnessed your lightweight behavior, it was your friends 18th birthday party and you were offered a drink...then it escalated to more then two...

he found you on the floor of the guest room with your friend, who was embarrassed for you.

"she was fine when you left, but then i heard her cry, saying you left her forever..."

he shakes his head with a soft smile, and motions your friend to leave.

when they did, he walked to your figure and brushed your hair out of the way of your face.

"my sweet'bella~ missed me that much~" he teased and kissed your cheek softly as you stared up at him and wrapped your arms around him and cuddled into his arms.

"i was gone for a mere 5 minutes.."

"hic- ihit felt like hic- 5 years.."

you closed your eyes and fell asleep in his arms, not feeling his soft lips kiss your head and rock you back and forth on the floor.

he wrapped his trench around you when he decided to sleep with you on the floor as well.

he made sure to keep in mind, "just 5 drinks...it's all it takes.."

chuuya

"CHUUUUYYYAHahahaa..."

"WHAT-what happened?!"

your eyes were watery, and your nose was runny

"i banged my knee..."

you came home drunk off your mind, and he already knew he was going to have to deal with your hangover, so he took the responsibly to take care of you.

you were on your knees on the carpet of your bedroom floor, making grabby hands at your boyfriend who sighed loudly, closing the door after him as he walked toward your body.

he lifts you up with a grunt and sat down on the bed with you on his lap, his hand rubbing your knee as you sniffled into his sleeve of his t-shirt.

it's only been 2 hours, and chuuya was ready to pass out because it was almost like he was taking care of a toddler.

"i thought you feel asleep, 2 hours ago!" he complained, now combing his fingers through your hair.

"i waaaassss!!!"

"then why aren't you?"

"ihi feel off reaching for the remoooote!!" you hung off his arms and your head rested on your pillow and closed your eyes.

chuuya couldn't move; however he didn't want to move.

he looked at you and chuckled softly before pressing a kiss to your arm that rested on your lap ontop of him.

atsushi

please, my boy is so confused

he had the same amount of alcohol as you, and your more drunk then a child on a sugar high.

your clinging onto him for the rest of the night, sobbing into his sleeve the moment you lose him and find him again.

"y/n...i went to go to the bathroom!"

"I THOUGHT YOU LEFT ME FOREVERRR!!!!"

he gives 10x the hugs and kisses you want.

at home, he would try to put you to sleep in your own bed while he sleeps on the couch because right now, although he helped you bathe for 30 minutes you still smelled like alcohol, and you kick in your sleep when you get like this.

he would know, he learned the hard why :(

"NAHO!! dohon't leeeeave!!"

"ow-ow-ow, y/n that's my hair- OW!!"

you ended up pulling him into your arms and wrapped your legs around his torso and fell asleep in two seconds.

he didn't fight you and just kissed your head and combed his fingers through your hair.

akutagawa

so, he doesn't drink as much as you think.

so seeing you get drunk after 4 drinks; he decided to keep you away from alcohol as much as he can....but he didn't know how without it seem like he was controlling.

the two of you were still at the bar, however you kept poking at his cheek in a way to annoy him.

"ryu...ryu..psst...ryu?"

"y/n!"

he glared at you, and you just giggled.

"hehe you look pissed!"

he took a deep breath in and out and looked at you, "and you're drunk..."

"PFFT!"

you cackled, slapping his arm and clung onto it soon after..

"mm..you have such strong arms~"

was that meant to fluster him?

well, it did.

he blushed and pushed you away, but you came right back, poking his bicep.

you closed your eyes as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"child. you are a literal child.." he rolled his eyes, interlocking his fingers with yours.

he stopped talking to take notice to your soft snoring, the bar was barely full, and the clocked read 11: 45...without any other choice, he took you to your place...making sure you woke up with at least some memory of tonight.

kunikida

"y/n. i'm working.."

"ahand i'm the president!!"

"more like drunk.."

you pulled his cheek and pinched his nose at the same time, making him look like a deformed potato.

he knews how lightweight you are, he made sure to write it down. he also made sure to write down how mnay drinks it takes for you to get drunk...which is 5...only 5.

to this day, he still has no idea how you do it!

he's not a pda kinda guy, so when ypu keep touching him or poking him when he doesn't know he will tie you up, i kid you not, you know how dazai tied up atsushi in that one episode with the mushroom- yeah...

"kuniiiiiiii!-OWAHAO!" you whined, falling off the chair he tied you in and banged your head on the floor.

he turned to see you on the floor and tears roll down your face.

he looked at you with a deadpan expression and you only cried more, rubbing your eyes as you still laid on the floor.

with a sigh, he stands from his desk and walked toward you, hoisting you up in his arms and rested you on another desk and checked your head.

"you're fine, y/n...just banged your head a little..." he kissed your wound and hugged you in a way to get you to stop crying.

even though it was a small bump, when your drunk like this; even a feather could hurt you.

ranpo

he knew.

he already knew by your first sip he will have to deal with what was about to come his way.

and he was okay with that.

he LOVES it when you act all baby around him; t's almost like he's now in control and can just say anything and you'll agree.

your face was buried into the table you and yosano sat at, and your muffled sobs caught the attention from others at the bar.

she sighs and takes a sip of wine before noticing ranpo return, "ranpo, come get your girlfriend...she thought i was you 10 times now!"

you felt someone's hands on your shoulder and you looked up to see ranpo smirking down at you, "i';m wounded...we don't even look alike...is she that drunk?" he teased, kissing your inner lip and you whined, the dried tears on your cheeks gave you an uncomfy feeling.

"nooo- kiss me properly!!" you begged, making grabby hands at you and he laughed; "no, i don't think you deserve any~ you can't even recognize your own boyfriend?!"

after you whining, ranpo gave into you and kissed your lips more times then you haved asked for.

but are you complaing?

nope!

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[togegiri]

✎ᝰ ❛ PORT MAFIA'S GUIDE TO BE A HOUSEHUSBAND! ❜ — dazai osamu. chuuya nakahara. akutagawa ryunosuke.

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ content. A simple guide on being a good househusband created by the port mafia members or should I say ex-port mafia member.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ warnings. gender neutral reader. you/your and they/them pronouns is used. (name) will be used. tooth rottening fluff. there maybe some grammar mistakes. suggestive in dazai's parts. ( 3.5k words. )

note. I had fun writing this I hope you all will like it!

— THE SPOILING TYPE. 太宰 治 | dazai osamu.

[ “welcome home my darling~ lookie look, I didn't burn down the kitchen! our neighbor lent us her recipe for the castella cake you like, hehe aren't you proud of me? don't I deserve a reward, like a kiss! c’mon just a little for being a great husband for you~” ] 

You two met when you saw him terribly injured due to one of his missions. You first tried to stop his wounds from bleeding but the brunette haired man stopped you glaring and interrogating on what you were doing to him. You, being an honest citizen, said you wanted to help him. Reluctantly he let you help him, still suspicious of you. 

Though his suspicion stopped once you stopped his bleeding and helped him tend to his injuries. He's grateful for that and because of this he formed a friendship with you even though it was small. Due to this small interactions and many more in the past years you two have become a loving husband and lover. He still remembers the day you two met. 

He remembers it was a dark night yet in his words, an angel came and saved him. Exaggerating the events that has followed making you chuckle awkwardly everytime a stranger asked as they are met with this lovesick buffoons rambling about how amazing their lover is. 

After a few months of being married you worry about his job in the port mafia thus leading him to quit his job and become a full time husband for your sake. Living in a small apartment, being with you almost 24/7 and a shining ring in his ring finger that indicates you two will be together till death do you two apart made him the happiest man there is. 

Although he's good at loving you unconditionally, spoiling you with his kisses, and making you laugh through your everyday life, he's quite a terrible cook. You still remember the time he almost burned down the kitchen for trying to cook a curry. Also the time he accidentally burned himself. 

“Ouch ouch ouch!” the curly haired male said, touching his small burnt hand. You looked at him in worry as his eyes formed small tears in the corner, “oh, osamu I told you it was hot,” you scolded him as he pouted at this. “I'm sorry,” he sulked, making you chuckle, “cmon put your hand on the water,” he does as you were told.

“ne ne since I injured myself don't I get a kiss to make it feel better~”

“don't tell me you purposely did that just to get a kiss,”

“I could never do that~” 

He put a innocent front making giggle at his silliness, “still a no,” 

“Oh cmoooon~” 

What a whiny husband you have. 

Although sometimes he purposely injures himself just for you to kiss him better. In other chores he's quite good at, sweeping, wiping the windows, killing a cockroach, and many more. He especially loves it when its shopping day or your day offs because he get to have more time with his darling lover. 

Whenever you two are shopping together he already has a coupon for everything you buy. Solely because while you are out at your job he's out in the store looking for coupons or he's talking to your neighbors.

Your neighbors quite love your husband as they tell you how lucky you are for having a loving and handsome husband and a gentleman to boot too. He always talks to them like a gossipy housewife knowing all the tea in the neighborhood because of that.

Due to having good relationships with the neighbors. Everytime he asks for help on something such as cooking, or chores. A Lot of people are glad to help him or aid him with his problem. He also likes to talk to you about any recent gossip in the neighborhood. He always gets the bath ready whenever its almost time to get home. 

He will be pouty and sulky if you don't get home in time like you usually do. Running ahead to you once he hears the key clanking and hugging you tightly. You chuckle at this, apologizing to him for working a little bit late. 

“Sorry, I had to work a little bit late,” you awkwardly hugged him back as he hugged you tightly. “Sorry isn't enough you know, I missed you,” osamu nuzzled onto him inhaling your scent as you pat his head.

“I'm sorry,” you patted his head as he smiled, “you have to pay for it in bed tonight so get ready~” 

“w- wait osamu I still have work tomorrow,” 

“Sounds like a you problem~” he smiled cheekily at you as he peppered your face with kisses. You felt your whole face hot as you sigh at this, “fine,” he giggled cheekily. 

He loves spoiling you with food or anything particularly. Because of him being an ex-mafia he has enough money to cost him for life. He could've easily bought a mansion for you but he quite likes the small apartment you two live in. 

Whenever he's out shopping on his own he loves to buy the pretty clothes, or accessories his lover would like. He would secretly put all the gifts in your closet or anywhere you would first see it. He then would go on a rant about how you would look pretty on it once you ask what it is for. 

He loves making you bento's although some of his cooking sometimes looked half burnt or not even cooked well yet. Yet you still eat because it's from your husband. 

He will worship the ground you walk on and will do as you ask. He's like a lovesick puppy following you. His love for you will never falter so just come home and be in his arms where he will give you all his love, make you laugh, and feed you warm food even though it's half bad he hopes you'll like it. Afterall to be a househusband is to be able to make your lover smile and not make them cry a single tear. That is dazai osamu's motto.

His very own way of being a good househusband. 

“Welcome home darling~ would you like dinner? bath? or me~” He greeted you with a smile as you chuckle at this, the brunette male giggling as he saw you, “I made dinner and also baked castella its kinda half burnt though, you dont mind right,” 

“if it's from my husband I don't mind,” you said kissing his cheek, the ex mafia smiled at this. “Good! cmon cmon lets eat, I bet your starving my dear,”

— THE WORRYWART TYPE. 中原中也 | nakahara chuya.

[ “Why did you come home 10 minutes late? Nevermind that, are you hurt? Does your shoulder hurt, your back? want a message, or do you wanna go bath first? or do you wanna eat dinner first? I bought pudding for dessert, worried? of course I'm worried jeez, just go get a bath you stink,” ] 

The classic worrywart type, he worries about every move he does and every move you make, making you sigh in defeat at your husband. The two of you met as cliché as any shoujo manga, under a rainy day and seeing him passed out and injured. Being a good citizen you brought him to your home and tended him. Once he woke up he seemed to have a fever prolonging his stay at your house. Delirious due to his fever he seeked the warmth of your hands. The gentle fleeting touches you give him those days of his illness. 

The day he became not so delirious he became flustered at his past actions saying in a forceful tone to forget about those events. Without knowing it, you two became friends, then lovers, to a happily married couple. Figuring his job is filled with too much violence that may lead you to getting used by his enemies. He simply quit and became a full time househusband in your dainty little home. 

He gives you everything he thinks is best, that's the reason why you two have diamond rings, his love for you is like a diamond, never breaking and always shining. Whenever he feels lonely he kisses the ring placed on his ring sighing as he stops himself from calling you afraid that he'll bother you mid work.

He's quite the best cook too. He makes those perfect bento, neatly done and cooked right by yours truly. He also made those cute character bento like my melody and many more. Once he hears from you that you loved it he heart will swell from pride as he gives you a cocky smirk and the saying, “of course it is good, I'm your husband that means nothing but the best should be given to you.” 

He's quite strict at making your bento, the kind of husband who will make a good diet of your bento. He also memorized all your favorite desserts, food, vegetables, fruit, and what scent you like many more too. He wants the best of the best for you so he'll go all out for it. 

Even if he hides it, he does miss you every time you have to leave for work. Putting on a strong front which you can easily see as he hurries you to leave for work already.

“Did you bring your umbrella? the news said it'll rain you know,” the ginger haired male said as he stood near the door as you put on your shoes, “Yes I did,” he nodded at this.

“What about your bento? Do you have it?” you chuckle at his questions, “Yes I do,” he furrowed his brows seeing your tie crooked, “your tie is crooked wait a minute,” he goes closer to you fixing it loosening it a bit. 

“There, jeez your hair is still messy too,” he sighs at this taking a comb thats hidden in his pocket combing your hair, “there, now go before you get late,” you giggle at him as you began to step near the door as he then took your wrist. Stopping you as he forced you to look back at him kissing you in the lips softly. This caught you by surprise as he took off his lips to your own.

“Have a safe trip,” he says, a small blush coating his cheeks making you smile at him, “Thank you darling.” 

Although he's quite a worrywart and always on you about everything. He has his soft sides too. How he shamelessly shows you off around the neighborhood by his words. At first he was quite cold to them, not speaking a single word only giving them a few answers if they asked him to. 

Although when they started asking questions for his lover he became a little bit ecstatic talking to them showing off how amazing their lover is. Slowly everyone in the neighborhood grew to like him because of this. The auntie's around your simple house were always glad to help you two out on anything. Although you were more on the chattier side your husband was more on the silent side speaking when spoken to. 

He prefers making things for you to show his appreciation. While he does like spoiling you with his riches. He loves it when he,  the things that make you happy. Thus the reason why he took crocheting as a hobby. 

Like dazai, he loves it when it's the weekend because it means your day off and that means he gets to spend more time with you. Which always consists of you two baking, you learning how to crochet to get closer to your husband. You are making him learn more about your hobbies. 

He loves physical affection although quite a tsundere when he's the one asking for it thus him leading to be more on the acts of service type of guy. 

“No that's not how you do it,” you stopped your movements as chuuya pointed out the wrong way you crochet. He goes closer to you as he smiles showing you how it goes, “its like this,” you nodded your head.

“I see, thank you chuuya,” he smiles blushing a little, “welcome and..uhh..d- dont I deserve a reward for that?” at his bold words your eyes widen smiling as you gave him a kiss in the cheek making him huff in pride. 

He's very good at giving you messages, that's why he likes doing them. He loves it when there is a 50% off sale while he is rich from his former job. Nothing beats the feeling of having a 50% off. 

He's a soft man at heart he just builds cold walls that may take time to burn down. Thus the reason why he worries for you a lot. Being a househusband means ensuring your health and keeping you comfortable in this simple life of husband and lover of yours. That is Nakahara Chuuya's motto on being your house husband.

“I'm hooomeee,” you announced feeling drowsy and tired as chuuya walked towards the door looking at you worried, “welcome home, is everything okay? Do you want a massage? Does anything hurt?” 

You smile at him seeing his usual worrywart and dotting self to you, “yeah, I'm fine just tired from work, my shoulder hurts a little bit though,” he smiles, “cmon lets go dinners ready and your bath is ready too, I'll massage you once your done with your bath.”

“your the best,”

“hmp, I know that,” he huffs as you chuckle, “I love you,” 

“I love you too.”

— THE PROTECTIVE TYPE. 芥川 龍之介 | akutagwa ryunosuke.

[ “Did you take overtime again? How many times have I told you to not do that? Do I have to come to work and punch those scumbags to not make you work too much? hmp! its not violence it's about just teaching them a lesson,” ] 

Another classic nagging wife-like of a husband. The first time you two met was a rocky start with him trying to kill you solely because you were tending his injuries you hated how bratty he was saying he doesn't need any help but ended up passing out in your arms. You sigh at his stubbornness and tend to him for the past few days he was unconscious. You knew he was a mafia due to his all black get up and bloody clothes. 

Yet helped him anyways because you just wanted to help him, it took time for him to open up and slowly burn down his tough walls. At Least 3 months of you two being ‘acquaintances’ to becoming ‘friends’ you chuckled at the times he was being cold to you. 

It took a lot of time till you two became lovers to the now husband and lover. Happily married and a small home in a small neighborhood. He's an alright cook, he's not good at it but he takes his time to learn things on cooking via cooking lessons by the neighborhood auntie's who graciously lend him a hand. 

He's popular with them because of how they thought he was an adorable husband for you. Although quite cold towards them the auntie's doesn't mind as they still coo at him. To be frank he didn't know how to be a good househusband.

He sucks at cooking, cleaning, and even being affectionate to you was a struggle for him. Though you didn't mind that, you let him learn at his own pace. Going to the neighborhood asking what laundry detergent is good for this specific fabric, how to iron clothes correctly, and many more.

“F- fuck… not again,” the raven haired male said furrowing his brows as he accidentally put too much force on breaking the egg that the shells wad put on the egg. He sighs as he takes another egg, breaking it not too hard, not too gentle, his eyes sparkle as he did it perfectly. 

“There,” he sighs as you look behind him, smiling and admiring your husband. He's so cute. Maybe you should give him something for always doing his best. 

The reason he quit being in the port mafia was because you like dazai and chuuya. He doesn't want to see you hurt and he especially doesn't want to see you being all worried and teary eyed to him. 

He hates messes, absolutely hates them and bugs too. He almost wrecked the whole house because he used his ability to kill a single cockroach who was flying and dodging his everymove. He was almost as his wits end at the single roach. 

While he has a lot of money due to being an exmafia he refuses to buy expensive ass vegetables and fruits that people overpriced in the mall. Every Time he's grocery shopping he's glaring at any overpriced vegetable, seasonings, etc. he lays his eyes upon. 

He doesn't like grocery shopping solely because he hates picking on which is far more good to have. This cabbage is nice but also this one too. Which should he choose? He always ends up thinking like that which makes him irritated. 

He furrow his brows looking at the two carrots, one in his right hand, seemingly with good color and quality, while the other is far more bigger and good quality. He glares at the carrots in his hands as the other people who feel his strong and intimidating aura.

Not to mention a man wearing all black with an apron and with his bitch face people start to back away in the vegetable aisle. 

Some people also misunderstand him there. How he was asking for the cornstarch flour but forgot what it was called asking the staff for the ‘white powder stuff' and the staff thinking it was cocaine. Thus the many reasons he hates grocery shopping. 

Just like Chuuya he is strict about your diet, he will go above and beyond for your bento's meals making sure everything is healthy there. He kind off has a grudge for electronic devices used for cleaning, like those small bots used for sweeping. 

When you bought that you swore he was about to start war on an inanimate object. He prefers cleaning in the old fashion way saying it's much cheaper and plus he cleans very good due to the neighbors teaching him about the many ways to clean your house. 

Speaking of cleaning because of the cleaning lessons the auntie's taught him in the neighborhood. He became a professional. Everytime you come home you swear your whole house was sparkling due to how clean it is. 

“Oh wow! you really outdone yourself dear,” you said in awe as you look at your spotless house making him huff in pride, “ of course, anyway go get a bath, dinners almost ready,” you nodded your head at his words as he forms a small smile at this. 

He hates it when you work overtime solely because he misses you and also hates it when you overwork yourself. 'If your work ends at 6:00 it ends at 6:00 okay? don't take overtime.' he says glaring at you, sending you off to work making you sweat drop at it. 

He spoils you with gifts while he was out shopping on his own. Passing by stalls and seeing things you might like and giving them to you directly without much of a word. He sucks at making things or being affectionate to you so he hopes these gifts will show how much he loves you. (Which is always expensive by the way, like diamond necklaces, Gucci bags, Prada things and many more.)

He sometimes calls you on work to see if you're okay and if you're doing alright, he can't help but worry for your safety and overall well-being. 

He once intimidated a coworker of yours because they were the sole reason you came home late for a whole week. He's awkward at it but he always tries his best to kiss you, hug you, and hold your hand. He still feels embarrassed for such things but he just needs time to get used to it. 

As for his motto, he truly doesn't know, he just wants to see you happy with him. Smiling only at him and being with him only. Does that count as a motto?

“You have everything you need right?” he asks standing near the door as you nodded your head, “of course,” he nodded, his eyes gazing away from you then back at you. 

You looked at him in confusion tilting your head to the side. As he took a step near you and closing the gap between you two. As his lips got in contact with your cheek. 

“Have a safe trip,” 

You smile at him, “thank you dear, I will,” 

“And don't take overtime got it?”

“Haha! I will not, see you,”

He huffs in pride, the color red coating his face. 

'I can't believe I kissed them like that,' thoughts of a man who has been married to you for years. 

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[catmelonwriting]

Oohmygofd pleaaase plsplspls write bulimic reader... As some1 who's bulimic i will die if u do (positively)

BSD Men with a bulimic!reader

Warnings: Bulimia, not proofread, vomit type purging, very self inserted and based off my experiences, bad body image, reader is not underweight, hurt/comfort, a couple usages of (name) in akutagawa's bc I just can't see this man using pet names

Characters: Akutagawa, Chuuya

A/N: I'm sooo glad I'm not the only one who wanted this.. I was really hesitant to write it bc my blog is entirely smut and that usually does better than hurt/comfort, angst, or fluff, but if I'm not the only person who wants it I'm deffy gonna write it!! I don't really like Akutagawas I definitely didn't do him justice but I loveeeee chuuya's

Akutagawa

- Probably will not notice until you tell him.. just thinks you're sick or something when he hears coughing noises from the bathroom.

- From then on he's really concerned, he'll probably do a lot of research on it (w/o you knowing ofc)

- Will try and get you into treatment, even just IOP, but if you refuse HE is going to monitor everything your eating

- If you do end up binging in the middle of the night or while he's not there, the bathroom is off limits for the next 45 minutes.

- He will literally stand in the way of the doorway if you try to go, he's not risking anything.

- If you try not to eat too much the next day to 'make up for it' he'll sit with you while you eat and give you encouraging words here and there, but neither of you are getting up till your finished.

One shot

You're kneeled over the bathroom toilet, the back of a toothbrush nudging your throat, when you let out a loud gag. You immediately take the toothbrush out and cover your mouth.. you had learned to be so quiet after akutagawa found out about your eating disorder, how could you let that happen?

You hear footsteps approaching the bathroom door before three short knocks. "Yeah, Ryū?" You ask, your voice was raspy and you sounded like you had been crying. Fuck, he knows.

"..(Name) are you alright? Are you doing something you shouldn't?" His voice was sharp, like he was angry. You knew he wasn't, you knew he would never be angry at your for something like this.. just.. upset, but you can't help the guilt that courses through your body at his words.

"No." You choke out, shuffling to shove the toothbrush back in the holder. "I heard gagging." You clear your throat, trying to get rid of the rasp. "Um.. I wasn't. Just coughing. I'm not feeling well." You call out, quickly flushing your thrown up dinner down the toilet. "I'll be out in a second."

You dig in the drawers for your perfume, air freshener, dry shampoo, anything you can spray to cover up the smell of your throw up, but you couldn't find anything. So you hesitantly clean your hands and leave the bathroom with the overwhelming smell of vomit filling it.

"Hey, love." You mumble, sitting down next to him on the couch, your voice shaky. "..(Name), don't lie to me. I know what you were doing." He mumbles, placing his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. You blink back tears as you push your face into his chest. "Im sorry.. I'm so so sorry.. I didn't mean to.. I didn't.." you choke out, sniffling.

"Don't apologize to me, dear. I'm not mad, or even upset. Just.. concerned. You told me you would stop." His voice sounded sympathetic, something you weren't used to with him. The smell of cigarette smoke hung on your jacket, a scent you had grown to love and found comforting since meeting him. The way his lanky, boney, ring covered fingers glided through your hair, his soft voice, it all comforted you, it all told you it was okay to cry.

His heart ached at the little gasps and sniffles and whimpers you let out whilst sobbing into his chest. It made him want to start bawling with you, but of course he wouldn't. He could never appear weak to you. "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry Ryu- I just can't stop- I can't stop no matter how hard I try.." you sob, hands moving to cling onto the fabric of his shirt. "I'm so sorry!"

"Oh baby.." he sighed. You didn't want to look up, you know he's looking down with pity. Pity you didn't want. "It's alright. I don't want you to cry, it's not your fault.. I understand- well, no, I don't. I don't understand, but I want to help you." Wrapping his arms around you, he leans into your head, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose.

That's where you two lay for the rest of your night, him whispering comforting words in your ears, giving you all the love you could ever ask for, something you'd never expect from a man like him.

Chuuya

- He notices within the first month of FRIENDSHIP

- The way you get up and scurry off to the bathroom after every meal you share, the guilt on your face after grabbing a third serving at the party you two are at, how quick you shove shit down your throat before tears well up in your eyes and you excuse yourself.. all of it.

- He definitely cares, but probably won't confront you about it till later on in the friendship if you're still having trouble

- He won't just send you a lousy "have you been eating properly?" Text either, he's gonna invite you over to his house making it known you two are gonna have a serious conversation, then sit you down in his living room then prod and probe till you admit it.

- If you're still struggling w/ it when you're dating/when you move in together (which you probably are bc eds are harsh) he'll be like Akutagawa and monitor everything you eat, just a little more stealthily

- He is not afraid to tell you to slow down if you seem to be overeating.. he takes the binging just as seriously as the purging.

Oneshot

You had awakened in the middle of the night with a need for food. Anything you could get your hands on you needed inside of you asap.

You quickly and carefully slipped out of his arms and out of bed, tip toeing to the kitchen and flicking the light on. The first thing you see is a brand new box of cereal you had bought today, Chuuya hadn't had it in awhile, it was his favorite as a kid and he seemed happy while buying it. Guilt tote through you when you ripped open the box and shuffled handfuls into your mouth, before discarding the half empty box on the ground.

You reached for the cake you two had made for your birthday last week, taking fistfuls with your bare hands and shoving the icing covered cake in your mouth.

After shoving everything in vicinity down your throat, you open the fridge to find a diet coke, or a regular, just anything with bubbles.. anything with carbonation to help you get this all up better. Anything. Your eyes land on an energy drink you had bought yesterday.. you were saving it for today, but in your eyes you needed it now.

You crack it open and glug it down, before looking at the mess you made on the floor. Empty boxes, half eaten cake, a carton of half eaten cookies, an empty bowl that was previously filled with salad, an empty milk carton.. you felt sick to your stomach. You needed this out of you now. Now.

You quietly tip toe to the bathroom, turning off the kitchen lights behind you and locking the door behind you, kneeling on the ground in front of the toilet. You hated doing this, you hated how gross you felt hovering over something where your ass went.. but you needed it gone. You couldn't gain weight.. you already felt so fat as it is no matter how much chuuya tried to convince you you're average.. you just couldn't believe it. Looking in the mirror all you could see was piles of fat.

You push the back of your toothbrush down your throat, gagging almost silently as the first few things came up. You recognized some chocolate, veggies, something.. red.. you didn't want to think about it too much as you shoved the toothbrush back down your throat. You watched as everything you ate came up opposite to the order you had it in.

Finally, you recognize barely chewed lumps of cereal fall into the toilet, and after you throw up stomach acid mixed with dark blood, you sigh, wipe your mouth and stand up, flushing the toilet, and clean yourself up.

Walking out of the bathroom, you see the kitchen lights on. Fuck. You could've sworn you turned those off.

Your ginger haired boyfriend turns the corner from the kitchen, looking you dead in the eyes with disappointment on his face. You wished you could just evaporate. "Love, what is this?" He sounded.. exasperated. Tired of you, tired of your illness, tired of having a girlfriend who can't just eat normally. You were tired of it too, but the Internet made recovery seem so much easier than it really was.

Tears flow out of your eyes as you wipe the remaining spit dribbling from your mouth away. "Did you throw up?" He sighs.. you can't tell if he's being sympathetic or if he's annoyed. Maybe both. All you can muster is a nod before you fall into his chest, letting out broken sobs and choking out apologies. From where you are you can glance into the kitchen, noticing he had cleaned up the little mess you made.

God, not only did he have to deal with such an emotional, disordered girlfriend.. he had to clean up after you too? You felt like such a terrible person, like you didn't deserve his love.

"Cmon, sweetie, let's go to bed. Let me tuck you in." He mutters sleepily. "Don't apologize.. don't apologize, it's not your fault. You know I'm not mad." His whispers comfort you and make you feel worse at the same time, you didn't understand it. "I'm not mad, just worried. I could never be mad at you." He speaks softly, nudging you towards the open door of your bedroom.

You whimper and sniffle as he tucks you into bed, before getting back in himself and wrapping his arms around your waist. He leans in, whispering sweet nothing's in your ear, tracing shapes in your hip, telling you you're beautiful and it'll all be okay until you fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, Chuuya isn't there. He must've gone to work already. You see a small note on the bedside table next to you, and hesitantly pick it up to read its contents.

"Hey doll, I'm sorry I left for work before we could talk about this in-person, and I definitely have a plan to speak to you about it tonight. But I wanted to let you know I'm not mad at you, nor am I upset with you, I'm just concerned for your well-being and safety. I want to get you into some treatment program because I'm not trained in this, and I don't really know how to help. I know this isn't entirely about your weight or how your body looks, but baby believe me when I say you're beautiful. You are the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid my eyes on and I am so lucky to have you. You are not 'too much' and your emotional baggage is not too much for me to carry. Even if it was, it's worth it for a girl as sweet and caring as you.

Love, Chuuya"

You hold the note close to your chest and push yourself backwards into bed, draping the covers over yourself and falling back asleep with his letter held close.

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[tiredlilguy]

Chuuya, Sigma and Akutagawa when reader drags them to a lingerie store

a/n: ty for requesting >:D i tried my best, this isn't that NSFW, but it's more suggestive

pairing: Chuuya, Sigma, Akutagawa X GN!Reader (separately) cw: suggestive, not proofread desc: you're out shopping with your boyfriend and happen upon a certain store...

Chuuya:

he wasn’t really paying attention at first, mainly just because he let you take him anymore

That was until his eyes widened: noticing the several mannequins in various sets of lingerie

To say the least: a blush went on his face… and he was red the WHOLE time

Nonetheless, he let’s you lead him around the store while you looked around

If you ask him for his opinion, he’ll say “anything looks good on you…” while also only glancing at it for a short moment

I feel like he’s so embarrassed he can’t look you in the face, and only really stares at the floor nervously - though maybe after a while, he’ll take a deep breathe and follow you around and looking at things eye-level (he’s stiff as hell though)

Though, do make his pockets hurt- get some cute shit, expensive shit, whatever you want

He takes me to the guy to like really lacy lingerie sets with some holsters as well

Sigma:

you’re going to kill him

He was already denying you the moment you let out a small giggle and started leading him into the store

He’s probably also staring into the floor, but probably more intensely

No take that back, he wants to bury himself into the floor

Halfway through he might just give up and hand you his card while standing outside

You probably still make him red-faced though anyways: sending him pictures of certain sets that you took in the dressing room

He’s dying- once again, do you want to kill him?

Likes babydoll sets- specifically the ones that are really flown and have ruffles

Akutagawa:

he wasn’t paying attention, but he probably read the name of the store and just let out a soft hum

He tries to act like everything fine: being a mature person with no specific expression, but on the inside, he’s dying

He had a blank expression the entire time, letting you drag him around the store and asking if “this or this will look nice on you”

He actually points and nods, only letting out a grunt in response

Though despite being sort of no expression, no shake in his voice, his eyes give him away

You’ll see his pupils dilate, or his eyes widen at something that he likes (kind of like a black cat)

He’s into corsets and more strappy lingerie

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader #akutagawa ryunosuke #sigma bsd #bsd sigma #bsd sigma x reader #sigma x reader #this is a lot of tags sorry #mono writes

[heart--stop--flatline]

I have come to the conclusion that when it comes to Yandere Dazai, specifically Port Mafia Dazai, I love it when Darling likes everyone except for Dazai and falls in love with someone he despises.

Low-key, Mid-key, High-key, one of my favorite Darlings for Yan! PM Dazai is a darling who is his subordinate who doesn't really like his ass but listens anyway because Dazai is a massive sadist and gets off on breaking strong-willed people. Could also just be infatuated with his lowly subordinate and Darling can't really say no to her superior without consequence.

And there is just something so… *Chef’s kiss* about Darling and Chuuya forming an emotional bond as Chuuya feels bad for Darling and likes to piss off Dazai. I have this specific scene in mind where Chuuya and Darling are on a pair mission ALONE. And they start to get frisky in the hotel room, but shenanigans ensue and they don’t bang 😭. (Basically ep 11 from My Dress-Up Darling but make it mafia)

Second option that holds a special place in my heart is Akutagawa and fellow subordinate Darling (Check out my fics for more) But all I can think about is the secret meetings and late night rendezvous; hiding smiles when they are assigned mission together, while scared of getting caught there is a thrill to pulling one over on cruel bangaged bastard of a boss. Akutagawa feeling loved for once in his life and while feeling a bit guilty he is going behind Dazai’s back with someone he loves, Akutagawa’s own emotions drown out Dazai’s warning voice in the back of his mind.

I'm not sure whether it is because I like seeing Yan! PM Dazai suffer or I like how jealous he would get, but just this trope *Slams credit card on the table aggressively.* 

People need to get on this train!!

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bsd #bsd imagines #chuuya nakahara x reader #akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader #dazai x reader #yandere dazai #yandere dazai osamu #bsd fluff #bsd angst

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Getting to be your first time

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Akutagawa X Fem!Reader

Request: "Jesus christ i loved your drabbles of chuuya and dazai with a fem virgin reader, could you maybe write one for akutagawa?" ◜By lovely anon!!◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Drabble

Warnings: NSFW! content, nipple play, vaginal penetration

Word Count: 0.5K

A/n: E-eh?? I thought it wasn't good enough- Thanks!! T^T

For the first time in his life, Akutagawa has no idea what to do.

He's always following orders from higher ups, doing the job exactly as he's supposed to. He has done the trickiest missions in the port mafia, but not even once he has felt nervous, the way he feels now.

He avoids eye contact with you as his fingers slowly draw circles on your clit, pressing his naked body against yours unintentionally. This feels intimate; so scary yet so close and somehow he doesn't wanna pull away, not when you feel so warm, soft and kind.

Heavy breathes and low pitched moans scaping your lips are getting into him. He knows you can feel his throbbing member against your womanhood and the urge to get swallowed by the ground is kicking into him, but he can't separate from you now; not when he's this close to name you as his.

The gentle touch of your hand has him coming back to reality, turning his head toward you so he can meet your face.

Your pretty face, swollen lips and reddened cheeks.

He doesn't know what to say when you quietly ask him what's wrong, so he just slams his lips on yours, capturing them in a hungry kiss.

He's needy, you're just as needy as he is, you two really are a match.

Adjusting himself on your entrance, he reluctantly pulls away and looks you in the eye for approval, but all he can see is love, desire, and of course lust.

You whine a bit and pull him back so you can taste his lips again, feeling him smiling softly into the kiss. You don't let him break the kiss, not even when he slowly pushes inside, earning a slow gasp from you but not enough to break apart from him.

"O-oh!"

"Am I hurting you?"

"No..."

"You can tell me if you want to stop"

You don't want to stop.

When you wrap your arms around him, he lets out a heavy breath as he starts thrusting in and out of you, with a gentleness that seems familiar but is actually brand new. You don't hold back anymore. You moan everytime his length reaches a particular spot inside, and he feels honored as your voice gets louder and louder.

Akutagawa can't hold himself back anymore. You sound so nice and he has to hear more of you. He has to see you in your most vulnerable state, to hear you scream when you finally reach your orgasm. That's all on his mind when he tilts his head downward and starts sucking on your right nipple, using all the strength left in his body to speed his thrusts up, and boy he's pleased when you whimper loudly and throw your head back on the pillow.

For once in his life, Akutagawa doesn't want this intimate moment to be over. All he wants to do is doing all he can to pleasure you, and trap you in his arms, forever.

All rights reserved © 2022 AshTheMadWriter. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or modify my works on any platform.

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd imagines #bungou stray dogs #bsd smut #bsd scenarios #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader #ryuunosuke akutagawa x reader #akutagawa x y/n #akutagawa x you #akutagawa smut #akutagawa scenario #akutagawa imagines #akutagawa fluff #ryuunosuke akutagawa smut #akutagawa ryuunosuke smut #ashthemadwriter

[inkykeiji]

just a lil daydream i had while on a run a few days ago and i absolutely had to write a lil something for it ehehe

character: akutagawa ryuunosuke x fem!reader warnings: messy kisses, blood, aku is mean a lil virgin with a big crush, mention of mori, size difference, no explicit smut but still 18+ only please! words: 2.2k

It’s loud, too loud, so loud the walls seem to be breathing with the bass line, pulsing in time with the steadily building beat, amplified by the strobing neon lights, and it’s making Akutagawa’s head hurt. 

He can’t stand events such as these. He doesn’t want to be here—fucking despises noisy spaces and rowdy crowds—and if it were entirely up to him he wouldn’t be, but as it turns out, it isn’t, and he has a duty to fulfill. 

Because some grand deal has just been sealed, something monumental for the Mafia, something that calls for celebration, and Mori has ‘requested’ the presence of several high ranking members to join him at one of the clubs he owns in commemoration. 

Akutagawa doesn’t really know many of the details pertaining to the negotiation, most of the more intimate specifics kept private for obvious reasons, but he supposes it doesn’t matter either way; Mori never really needs an excuse to throw a party.

And what Mori wants, Mori gets. Always.

So he’s here, like the good boy he is, because he never disobeys a direct order from a superior no matter how badly he wishes to; he was raised by his master to be respectful, after all.

Doesn’t mean he has to enjoy it, though. 

Stuffed in a dark corner and shrouded in shadows, Akutagawa glowers at the mass of bodies on the dance floor, features screwed up in a disgusted scowl. It’s hard to believe anyone considers this a good time, that anyone could have fun in such a sweaty, stifling environment, that anyone actually likes being packed onto a grimy dance floor like overstuffed sardines as the bass rattles your teeth and ruptures your ears.

It’s entirely barbaric, as far as he’s concerned. 

He’s so absorbed in his own loathing rumination that he doesn’t see you until you’re wedging yourself past a wall of gyrating bodies, spit out from the crowd like a spare tooth, skin dewy with exhilaration and chest heaving with breathless amusement. 

God, you’re beautiful; so beautiful it’s almost revolting, so beautiful it makes his stomach churn, acid burning as it bubbles up his throat.

Your eyes sweep across his corner once, gliding over his hunched form before snapping back to his face, your gazes connecting. 

Sharp bolts sear through his gut, a cliche kick of electricity that ripples his flesh and spikes his blood, that zips up the notches of his spine and forces each vertebra into submission, snapping them back into a straight, rigid line.

Before he can even make sense of it at all, you’re marching toward him, mischievous determination hard on your face. Before he can even ask you what the fuck is going on, your hands are wrapping around his arms and tugging them free from his body.

Your touch shocks him, another irritating jolt coursing through his body, blood cracking with electric currents, buzzing through his veins and shot straight to his brain, short-circuiting his synapses. 

Everything has gone numb, his limbs languid, his senses dulled to everything but you as your delicate fingers flex around his slim wrists, rendering it exceptionally easy to string him along back toward the crowd, his own feet dumbly obeying your motions irregardless of the fact that he’s desperately telling them not to. 

“Wh-What are you doing?” 

And he hates the way his voice trembles, words fractured by the nerves, his question coming out weak and needy instead of firm and authoritative, like it should. 

If you notice his incompetence, you don’t acknowledge it, that gorgeous smile still painted wide across your cheeks, response blithe and bright.

“I want to dance with you!”  

“No,” he says automatically, instantly, and he isn’t sure if he’s denying you or denying your statement. “No,” he repeats, firmer this time, molars grinding together. “Let me go. I don’t want to—I really, really don’t want to.”

He commands his arms to jerk away from you, but they do nothing, hanging limply in your grasp. Anxiety-tinged adrenaline rushes through his body, procuring waves of little thorns that sprout beneath his flesh and leave his body quivering. 

“Enough of this, Goddamn it,” he growls over the music, lip curled in a sneer. “I am not going to dance with you.”

He attempts to plant his heels, to root them to the floor, to pool his blood and weigh them down, but his feet aren’t taking no for an answer, and neither are you. 

“C’mon,” you pout, and Christ, it’s lethal. “Just one dance, Ryuu? Pretty please?” 

And it’s the way you’re staring up at him—with startlingly sincere eyes that glitter even in the dimmest of lights, beseeching him—that makes him stop, that has any protests withering to ash in his throat, burnt up in your bonafide flames.

His tongue melts in his mouth, sticky and choking, and he finds he can no longer form the word no anymore, drowning in his own blistering spit, white-hot and boiling beneath your blaze. Denial is something his hazy mind is unable to comprehend, irregardless of how zealously he tries to stitch together a fraying protest, incapable of refusing you no matter how badly he wants to.

Which he does want to, right? 

He isn’t afforded a moment to further meditate on his question, though, because he suddenly finds himself deep in the ocean of people, unable to see or feel anything or anyone but you.

Panic sets in, barbed and paralyzing, his hands beginning to shake as frantic eyes dart around your face erratically, desperately hunting for any clues on how to proceed. 

It’s all so foreign, a torrent of intense, inexplicable emotions clashing within him, roaring over one another as they surge through his rickety frame. Terror roots itself in his stomach, thick and icy, while a fog of confusion encases his brain, dense and stifling. Exhilaration floods his veins, fizzy as it washes over everything else, washes away everything else, a spark of cautious excitement igniting in his chest.

It is all so utterly infuriating. 

You’re looking at him peculiarly, a question shimmering in your eyes, and he snarls at you. 

“I don’t know what to do,” he tells you honestly, body slouching slightly. 

“You dance!”

“I don’t know how to fucking dance,” his face puckers, as if the confession sours his tongue, as if he’s offended you’d have thought otherwise. 

But you’re still brilliant as ever, that megawatt smile back on your lips as your hands encircle his slack wrists.

“I’ll teach you,” you’re telling him, easy, effortless, as you place his jittery palms on your hips, pressing them into your body as if sticking them to yourself, ensuring that they won’t peel off. 

Your flesh is grounding, soothing the tremors wiggling beneath his skin in a mere instant. His fingers spread, splayed long and wide, desperate to gather more of you within their grasp, the tips of his pinkies resting on the swell of your ass. 

You don’t seem to mind, though—or maybe you just haven’t noticed yet—your hips beginning to move in rhythmic little motions, body swaying to the beat of whatever’s blaring through the speakers as your hands run up his chest, leaving thick trails of chills in their wake, despite how sweltering it is submerged this deeply in the crowd.

A shiver ripples his flesh as you drape your wrists over his bony shoulders, fingers idly playing with the tufts of hair curling at the base of his skull, pushing into the tresses and scraping your nails against his scalp before twirling strands around your knuckles. 

An embarrassingly needy moan pries past his lips and his head falls forward, forehead knocking against your own, allowing your fingers more room to move.

If you didn’t hear his moan, you sure as hell felt it, rumbling behind his ribs, vibrations seeping into your body; sure as hell felt the way his body molded further into yours, deliquescing beneath his craving for more. 

He knows you did, because he felt the sweet giggle that chimed so delicately in your chest, he felt the soft huff of amusement that spilled from your lips and soaked into his, warm and tingling.  

But it doesn’t matter, he doesn’t care how pathetically eager he may seem, how pathetically eager he is, how fucking dumb he must look now, after so vehemently attempting to reject you and so miserably failing at it, his pitiful spurns now rendered absolutely useless as he keenly vies for more; more of your body, more of your touch, more of you.

Because as inept as he must seem, it all feels so good, and his eyes slide shut as he lets it overwhelm him, lets it coil around his ankles and plunge him into its depths, swamping his brain and his rationale—giving in, giving up.

Eventually, he comes back to himself, lids lifting when he realizes his body’s practically fused to yours—chests pressed flush together, thighs slotted between one another, arms wound tight, tighter, around hips and necks, further grinding your bones together, a tangled knot of an entity. 

His hands flex on your lower back, squeezing you to him further, fingers snapping blood vessels beneath their grip, staining his name into your flesh in tiny bursts of navy and violet. Your palms are pressed flat to the back of his skull now, keeping his forehead in place against yours as your bodies move as one, both hands buried in strands of ink, fingers rubbing little circles into his scalp. 

Your pupils are gaping, shimmering black holes that seem to consume everything they touch, and Akutagawa finds himself drowning in them, engulfed in the way they’re gazing up at him with such potent adoration it feels fucking choking, like he’s a fucking god, like they want to devour him whole.

And he goes willingly, readily, desperately. 

There are dewdrops of sweat caught in his lashes, little crystals that glisten as they catch on the intermittent neon flashes, that stream down his cheeks and streak his skin with glimmers of teal and fuchsia. Tendrils of ink and ivory are sticking to his temples and his neck, clumped together and saturated with salt. You’re soaked, too, sweet little dress clinging to your curves and contours, clinging to his damp palms, clinging to his sopping shirt, the both of you drenched in each other’s perspiration. 

Your body throbs against his own, so close he swears he can feel your heart beating against his, so close he swears he can feel the blood thrumming through your veins, sirening to his own, ebbing and flowing with his breath, with the beat embracing you both. His nose bumps against yours again, smearing and slippery, and you laugh, nothing more than an echo in your chest and a sweet puff of breath against his own mouth, melodic sound suffocated by the building bass.

It’s all so fucking heady, he feels so fucking high with it all, his lips parting, ravenous for just a taste of you even if it’s phantom, tongue chasing the little ghosts you exhale against him, mopping them up, breathing them in, swallowing them down. 

And, oh, it’s so sweet—sweeter than he could’ve ever imagined, stinging his tastebuds and staining his teeth, and something buried deep and dark inside of him growls, suddenly voracious, a vicious sort of hunger that eats through his veins and infests his mind.

Craving turns to necessity, an urgent desire that claws at his flesh from the inside, shredding muscles and tearing tendons, and he can’t fucking take it anymore, positive he’s going to fucking starve if he doesn’t have you right here, right now, a large palm cupping your jaw abruptly, tilting your face up to his and smashing your lips together.

It’s borderline barbaric, it’s fucking bloodthirsty, his tongue raiding your mouth roughly as it bursts past your lips and curls around your own, sucking hard enough to dispel a cute little yelp from the back of your throat and siphoning it into his own mouth. The jagged edges of his teeth scrape across the slick muscle, harvesting excess spit and coating his teeth with your essence. 

Tongue furling around your bottom lip, he draws it between rows of sharp ivory, teeth latching onto your flesh and burrowing until the skin splits, pungent copper searing his tastebuds. A resounding hiss is hurled into his mouth and he gulps it down greedily, the tip of his tongue laving over the four indents carved into your lip, little craters rapidly pooling with blood, and sopping it up with unnecessary vigour, forcing more to ooze from the wounds. 

“More, more, more,” he’s practically spitting the words onto your tongue, weighted with saliva, cracked with desire. “I need more.” 

His mouth is slippery against yours, lips shimmering and stained with your shade of crimson, his demand smearing blood-tinged drool across your chin. Blunt nails bite through the fabric of your dress, gorging themselves on your flesh, clawing at you as if they want to tunnel into you, bury themselves beneath layers of tissue and veins and live in your bones

“Yeah, yeah,” you’re nodding against him, and God, your confirmation tastes so delicious, airy and saccharine like candy floss. 

It has another moan spilling from his throat and into yours, his tongue sweeping your mouth in yearning, dragging over the dimples of your molars and the divots of your cheeks and drenching them in him.  

“Let’s get out of here,” he growls, the sound razored, a large hand clamping around your wrist, fingers squeezing once. “Now.”  

#akutagawa x reader #akutagawa x you #akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader #akutagawa ryuunosuke x you #akutagawa smut #but its rly only implied lmao #maybe i'll write a part two with actual smut who knowsss

[prttykittes]

Hi!!

Can I have a fem! Reader

Any bsd fem character with a reader that’s like Kaworu nagisa from neon genesis evangelion

Have nice day

-❄️

Woooahh!!! Hi ❄️ anon!! :3 — here's your request!! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

ෆ Akutagawa, Sigma X Female!Reader [she/her/you/your]

— Synopsis:: just hanging around with your lover but there seems to be a problem but it's fine!

CW. Fluff, straightforward, rude people, awkwardness, Reader is in PM(Akutagawa) DOA(Sigma)

A/N :: This is short because I had no ideas! (⁠⊃⁠｡⁠•́⁠‿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)⁠⊃ — I did a different format for this one because I had no ideas — written by a minor (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

[MASTERLIST] — works, works! ⊂⁠(⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠*⁠.⁠✧

AKUTAGAWA:: You were hanging with Akutagawa, while on a mission. You were done the mission but you wanted to have fun and you imagined to convince Akutagawa to hang around before going back. "Just act normal, even though you aren't" you said to him, he is still looking down at his feet. "Okay..." He mumbled as you walked back a shop, it was nice looking and Akutagawa said nothing. "Where is that lady at?!" A voice boom loudly, a man with a deep voice with a big beard looked around madly and there's another person. His eyes land on you, you can see his teeth gritting. "That girl!" His finger pointing at you, you lift up an eyebrow in confusion. "Eh?" Akutagawa stared in confusion and anger as well, what lady and what did she do? The another man signs and waves you over, you shrug as you walk towards them. The large-beard man looks at you with crazy eyes, the other man sighed in embarrassment. "Did you steal from here" the man said looking at you, you could tell he was nervous. "No, I just came here with my boyfriend" You pointed at Akutagawa, the guy was more nervous. It was the truth, you had just came here. "Oh...I see" he gulps and coughs. "Did you see anyone?" He questioned. "Nope" you said. "Oh! I found it" the large beard man said, he lifts up the "lost" item. "Look around, next time before you accuse anyone" you with a blank stare, the man jolted and bow. "I am sorry!" You walked away with Akutagawa next to you. "Time wasters.." Akutagawa mumbled next to you, you smiled. "Let's continue our little date." You said, you can see his ears turning red as he walks ahead of you. Well now you can have some fun with just the two of you

SIGMA:: The casino was busy, lots of customers. Sigma would go around and help out people, you would sit around and keep a look out. You saw rather a rude customer talking smack to sigma, the man was yelling curses at him. Sigma could only nod his head with a nervous smile on his face, that man sure is annoying. You saw no bodyguards around that area so you got up and went to him. You smiled as the man's face got more visible, Sigma noticed you walking towards him. "What is the problem?" You questioned the man, the man turned to you. "I lost all my money!" He yelled, you had a dead pan face. This man is really stupid, of course you would lose your money if you lost! "Ah..I see, so do you know where you are at?" You said. "Duh! Yes, I fucking do. Are you stupid , girl?" You said, apparently he didn't because he was mad that he lose all his money. "Well seems like you don't! This is a casino, so you would lose money if you lost." You said calmly, your eyebrow was twitching slightly. "So?!" He yelled, you could smell his drunken breathe. "SO, get out. Loser" you said, his eyes widen. "Wha—" he said in confusion. "Bodyguards!!" You clapped as some people and bodyguards noticed so they went over and got him out. "Thank you.." Sigma said, he had a small smile on his face. "Let's go rest" you said and grab his hand, leading him to his office.

#kittytail #kittymilk #x reader #bsd x reader #kittymwah #bungo stray dogs x reader #akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader #akutagawa x reader #sigma x reader #sigma bsd x reader #bsd sigma x reader #anon: ❄️

[chuuyascumsock]

Hiya! Could you write some Akutagawa fluff? I swear this guy cold and stoic but when it comes to his S/O he sometimes enjoys to be pampered. He likes to feel his partner's warmth and light touch on his skin. Oneshot would be great. Ryu coming home to his love and seeing them sitting on couch already feels like home :] Thank you, I adore your work

Your Embrace Is Home

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Reader Drabble

A/N: I sure can do so! But I don’t really do Oneshots at the moment since my Oneshots are usually 2k+ words and I already have a few planned out. So here’s a Drabble (less than 1k word count) to soothe your troubles. Also, I’d like to note that I technically should not be doing this because I have a deal with an irl friend that I can’t simp (AT ALL, INCLUDING WRITING FANFICS) about any characters for $20 and a secret reveal at the end of this month so if any of you snitch on me it’s over for y’all lol.

Rarely did Akutagawa ever fail a mission, yet this one had been exceptionally hard with that weretiger getting in the way, Dazai by his side. Seeing the former mafia executive took a heavy toll on his emotional and mental state, leaving him feeling more exhausted than usual. It seemed to become more of a common occurrence with each passing week. They just didn’t know when to stop interfering.

Trudging into your apartment was like entering a safe space, unarguably, it felt like home more-so than his own place. A place he could lock him and yourself away from the world— the idea was comforting. That feeling of comfort only grew as your head lifted from your book a small smile on your face. The warm light from your fireplace created a soft glow against your skin.

“Hello, how was your— are you alright, Ryuu?” Your smile fell into a gentle look of concern as you noted just how tired and roughed-up he looked.

His lips pressed together, feeling too worn out to answer. Instead, he quietly coughed into his hand and deeply inhaled. It didn’t stop him from making his way around the couch to where you sat, your book now placed on the table stand next to you.

“Was it him again?” You gathered, cautiously wording your sentence.

The cushion next to you sunk as Akutagawa wordlessly confirmed your suspicions with a shaky exhale. He watched your fireplace crackle for a moment as you shifted closer to him. Unconsciously, Akutagawa began to lean into your touch, your warmth carrying over to him as he embraced you, limbs entangling messily.

You fell to your back against the arm of your couch, slightly taken off-guard by the shift in position, yet no complaints fell from your lips. Though he smelt of faint copper and the earthy ground, you melted further into his arms.

There was another heavy inhale and exhale from Akutagawa as his stiff limbs relaxed against you, his eyes screwing shut as he focused on your cleaner scent, wanting to wash the smell of blood and debris from his senses. To wash away the events from earlier that day.

A hand made its way into his slightly tangled hair, fingers curling and stretching to straighten them out as you hummed lightly, “Tough day, then?” You asked rhetorically.

Akutagawa watched through his lashes as the fire flickered back and forth, a content sigh leaving his nose, “Yes.”

A little taken aback by the response, you pushed past it and continued to run your hands through his hair, “Is this helping?”

“Yes,” He responded even quieter.

Taking in the noticeable lull in his tone, you stopped talking altogether and let the warmth of the fireplace and his body seep through your clothes.

With his eyes fluttering closed, Akutagawa felt a home in your embrace.

#bsd x reader #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader #akutagawa fluff #drabble

[destinyisastar]

Tailor in Bungo Stray Dogs

In the Marvel universe there is a tailor name Leo Zelinsky who fixes the hero's and villain's uniforms. Now this got me thinking what if in the Bungo stray dog world there was someone like that. I imagine that the tailor (reader) would own a shop and the different organizations would go to them for tailoring their clothing. They wear the same clothing all the time, and I don't think Chuuya could live if his hat got burnt or ripped so who could help them? The Tailor, of course! The Tailor would have certain times in which each organization would need attend separately in order to not fight each other. In this case it would be like as if the port mafia thinks that the ADA doesn't know they come to this specific tailor and it would go the other way around as well. I have a bit of a blurb for this and I might write it, but you may use this in your own stories as well. (Just credit me please.)

#bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai #chuuya #akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader #bsd akutagawa #atsushi nakajima #port mafia #armed detective agency #the hunting dogs #bsd higuchi #bsd #jouno saigiku #fukuzawa yukichi #bsd x reader

[akutails]

"GO TO SLEEP" - akutagawa ryuunosuke

✁akutagawa, of all people, puts you to sleep. warning : slight mentions of death.

"i told you to sleep hours ago."

your thumb freezes from the voice coming from behind you, preventing you from scrolling deeper through whatever social media platform you were occupying yourself with, it didn't really matter at the moment. you thought of pretending to sleep, but it's probably to late for that, and akutagawa is not stupid. he knows you've been awake for too long.

closing your phone, you shuffle around the futon and looked up to your boyfriend, who was already dressed and ready for work. he starts fairly early in the morning, before dawn, then arrives way past dusk. catching him before he left for work was a common occasion, but he didn't really like it. waking up to see you still awake, fiddling with your phone, irritates him endlessly and has given you reminders to get to sleep earlier, but to his unfortune, it's no use.

"i'll be fine, love. off you go." you tuck your hands under the pillow under your head, giving him a soft smile. akutagawa, however, was unfazed. his stare almost disintegrates your eyes from how harsh he was staring, but you got the message. sighing, you lift your phone towards his direction. "here, you can place it somewhere far. i won't touch it."

"how am i so sure that you won't just stand up and get it after i'm gone?" he takes your phone anyway, but makes no move to tuck it inside his pocket or place it on top of the wardrobe.

"do you not trust me? i'm hurt, love."

"no, i don't. unfortunately, i can't trust you with yourself." he walks over to your side of the futon and sits besides you, placing your phone somewhere on the floor. you shift your gaze towards him, his face still unreadable and blank. he knows that you've been staying up all night recently, with no particular reason. you weren't doing any work or anything of the sort, and you were beyond tired because of the events during the morning of, but somehow you force yourself to stay up until the sun rises and it's time for you to start the day again. akutagawa is aware of this, he's been seeing you wide awake at ungodly hours for too many times. you claim that you just woke up and were trying to lull yourself back to sleep, but he knows better than that.

"i'm okay, ryuu. seriously, you should go." you tuck your hands inside the covers, feeling the strain on your eyes, drowsiness following after. your half-lidded stare causes him to sigh and place his palm over your eyes to guide them to close, then moving his hand to your hair to gently scratch your scalp.

the feeling of his calloused fingers running through your hair brings a shiver down your spine, a tingling sensation running down your neck and over your shoulders. suddenly, all the clenched muscles in your body relaxes and you slump down on the futon. with a soft hum, you whisper, "that feels nice."

you can't see him, and you don't wanna open your eyes to strain them any further, but you're sure that he has this contented look on his face. the same face he always wears when he does something for you, a ghost of a smile on his lips and a slight blush on his cheeks. he loves doing things for you, knowing that he's the one who's helping you become comfortable and happy. usually, at his own hands, he brings the demise of hundreds of people, giving them hell and suffering, but with you, his hands bring you the upmost joy. his hands, which end the lives of many, delicately touches you just to bring you warmth, the absolute opposite of himself.

just after a few moments pass, he hears your breathing steady and soft snores leaving your lips. he brushes the hair off of your forehead and kisses the skin just below your hairline, careful not to wake you. with a swift motion, he's grabbing your phone off of the floor and stands up, turning off all your alarms set for only a few hours later. he figures that you needed the sleep more.

before leaving, he checks back in with you to see that you've moved towards his side of the futon, still in a peaceful slumber. contented, he quietly makes his way out of the apartment.

╰─▸ ❝ @[akutails]'s work is not open to reposts, plagiarism, and the likes. (09/01/22). reposted from @[yatsugareboyf].

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PLS- I read your yandere househusband Dazai headcannons and my heart is 💓. So I'd like to request for the same concept but with Akutagawa and maybe Kunikida, if that's alright? Thank you for the food ahhhhhh

Notes: this request is lonnnng overdue I'm sorry, but in back on track (≧▽≦)

Doppo Kunikida

Very organised.

I mean...very very organised.

He's very strict.

Cute frilly aprons are his staple apparently and you always tease him for it.

He'll cut up cute star shaped fruits for your lunches. Don't expect little notes from him though, he's only a sap within the safety of your home.

A home he's so diligently crafted to be picture perfect for the both of you.

He's got you on a schedule just like him. A set of rules you both follow even if he's your wonderful stay at home husband.

You'll always come in from work, toeing off your shoes for a quick peck to the lips.

But tonight there's a deep loving kiss with your noses brushing lightly and a rushed mutter of dinner will be a bit later then usual.

It took forever to clean up all the blood from earlier so it's only fair he wouldn't have time for cooking just yet.

Who knew a shot to the head execution style would cause so much trouble for the rest of his day.

It was a bloody mess to clean up and his Doppo poet ability was of no help unfortunately.

But he promises he's got your clothes folded all pretty - just like they do in hotels - and your outfit picked out for tomorrow.

Kunikida never lets you have takeout, it's always delicious home cooked meals. He's had to work hard to sharpen his skills just for you after all.

But tonight he's made an exception, he's been in an awfully giddy mood lately.

It's not every day you get to kill your wife's overly friendly colleague.

The rest of the evening is spent in bruising kisses and well...other activities.

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

Honestly.

You really didn't expect it from him.

A househusband? Didn't know he had it in him.

He's the type to spend hours deciding on a specific brand of orange juice in the middle of the grocery store.

Only the best for you.

That's why he's hired professional hitmen from the port mafia itself to watch over you while your out.

They're very confused to say the least on why they need to watch over your mundane life but he's the boss so there's no questioning him.

He's very particular about the order everything, not a schedule per say like kunikida. More like: my house my rules.

You joked about having him wear an apron, even bought him one as a gag gift.

At first he hated them, then one day you walk into the house and boom.

Frilly aprons part.2

They've really grown on him, he prefers the plain black ones though since you've called him hot when he wears them

He only wears them for special occasions though lol.

Which concluded to right now, you've walked into the penthouse and your sweet grumbling husband has a black apron on with his sleeves rolled up.

Carefully turning the stove off he lovingly helps your coat off your holders to quickly press down on the sore tendons and hear a hum escape you.

He's ushered you into your shared home with a kiss and his hand engulfing your own with the promise of your favourite on the stove.

So maybe you'll ignore the odd brownish splatter on his collar and the strong stench of bleach from the corridor.

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Hiiii!!! Can I request some Akutagwa, Ranpo, Fyodor, and Nikolai (if that’s not to many, if it is just choose who you want to write for) with little sister!reader who thinks their incestuous relationship is weird but goes along with it as their the only family they have left

(Sorry if this was worded weirdly, this is my first time ever requesting something so I tried to type it out as clearly as I could)

Mmm Incrst (title by my boyfriend)

Warnings: Incest, slight physical abuse in Fyodor's part, dubcon/tiniest bit of noncon, uncomfortable sibling things, angst no comfort in akutagawa's

Characters: Akutagawa, Fyodor, Nikolai

Translations: кролик = Bunny

A/N: I was gonna write Ranpo but then I got halfway through his and I hated it so I deleted it mb guys 😭 i also really really hate this idk

Fyodor

You were sitting on his lap in his office, while he stared at an array of monitors he wouldn't allow you to look at. No matter how many times you turned your head to get a glance, he'd just tut and forcibly move your head back to burying in his chest. You felt a soft sigh escape your lips when he started bouncing his thigh under you. You grumble out a "Fedya..."

"Yes, кролик?" He speaks slowly, stilling his leg. "Don't you think it's a little.. weird.. to do that to your sister?" You mutter, attempting to slide off his lap, his strong arm catching your waist and holding you on top of his thigh. You feel his hands grab your chin to force you to look up at him, but you fight it as best as you can, earning you a harsh slap on the cheek.

You let out a short yelp, letting him take hold of your chin again, forcibly shoving your face up to meet his eyes.

"What did you say, кролик? Go on, repeat it. I wanna hear you say it again." You swallow, letting out a short sigh. "Um.. I just said.. it's a little weird to treat your sister like this." You mutter, barely audible as you let out another yelp when he pushes you off his lap onto the floor "Fedya!" You yell, about to glare at him before you notice the 'you'll stop if you know what's good for you' look on his face, and you immediately stare down at the floor again, not daring to get up.

"Cmon, кролик. You know I love you.. I'm just.. showing my affection." He says softly, and you would almost believe his tone of voice, that he's not upset, if you hadn't glanced up yet again and saw that terrifying, sadistic look on his face.

"Yes, yes I know." You say sharply, frantically moving to stand up, however unfortunately for you he already crouched down next to you, his strong arm forcing you down onto the floor. "Are you sure? You're not acting like it. Should I teach you a little lesson? Perhaps some more training?"

"No, no! Fedya!! It's okay, it's okay.. I don't need a lesson.. I don't need any training." You whimper. "Mm.. alright, Myshka. I'll trust you. But if I ever hear another word about this, you aren't escaping this so easily. Now get out of my office." He mumbles, pushing you up and away towards the door, of course, you scurry off and towards your room, praying you really had escaped what ever 'training' he planned to give you.

Nikolai

You were laying in the bed Nikolai had insisted you share. Of course, you didn't want too, you found it weird and embarrassing to have your brother's arms wrapped around your waist pulling you close at night, but he wouldn't hear it. He was just keeping you safe!

You felt the mattress dip next you, and you mutter a hello and turn onto your side so you didn't have to face him and that stupid smirk you knew would be on his face. "Awww.. is my little dovey feeling shy?" He spoke, his voice dripping with condescension.

You let out a huff as he grabbed your shoulder and forced you down onto your back, staring up at him, his strong hand remained on your shoulder, holding you down. "God, Kolya, you're so weird!" You yell, pushing his arm up and off of you, turning back on your side.

Your face contorts when you hear him let out a sharp cackle, god, how could he find your discomfort funny? Sometimes he was a good brother, buying you pretty clothes and expensive perfume, other times he'd pin you down and force you to take him. You didn't understand it.

"Awwe, c'mere sweetheart." He whispered, grabbing hold of your waist and pulling you up, onto his lap. He tilted your head with his other hand and went down on your neck, leaving wet kisses, hickeys, and love bites all while you squirmed around whimpering for him to stop, that it's too embarrassing! Someone's gonna see the marks! Of course he didn't care.

"Kolya.. I don't want anymore.. I already have all the ones from last week!" You grumble, crossing your arms, eventually giving up on the squirming. "Awww, but they're fading! Don't you want everyone to see what a good girl you are? How obedient you can be for your big brother?" He giggled, his voice soft and sweet.

You just sigh and let him keep going, knowing he won't stop anytime soon.

Akutagawa

You follow the smell of cigarette smoke out to the back porch, where your older brother say with his legs crossed, a cigarette between his lips. "Hey, Ryū." You mumble, sitting down next to him and leaning your head on his shoulder.

You whine when he blows the smoke in your face, pushing him away lightly as you turn your head and cough. "Stop doing that." You grumble, turning back to him as he lets out a dry chuckle, not even turning to look at you. "Do you know where Gin is?" You sigh and rest your head in your hand, it always seemed like he cared for Gin more than you.

"She's at the grocery store, getting more fresh produce. We don't have a lot" he grunted in response, taking another puff from his cigarette. "Ryūnosuke?" You say his name gently, looking up at him. He stares down at you. "What, (name)?" His voice is weirdly calm compared to usual.

"Do you love me?" Your voice was squeaky, like you were going to cry. You hated it, you hated him seeing you as weak. He didn't like weak people, he told you that on a daily basis. "I don't use that word, darling." He grumbles, looking back up at the sky. You can't help but glare at him.

"you're so.. weird, Ryūnosuke. Some days you're kissing my neck and telling me I'm such a 'good little slut' other days you're acting like.. like this!" You glare, standing up and looking down at him.

"Yeah well, maybe you should act like a good little slut more often than, instead of a bitchy little sibling. Maybe then I'd like you more." He glares at you, and you storm off, the whole time memories of watching Ryūnosuke hold Gin and tell her it'll all be okay, cooking her meals, tucking her in all playing in your head.

You sit in your room and sob for the rest of the night. Gin, being an amazing older sister, of course checks up on you.. but you can't really explain to her that Ryūnosuke has treated her amazing and like real family her whole life, while you've just been a sex toy and a doll.

You didn't want to be his doll, you hated it, you hated the way he touched you and kissed you and held you but you could never stop him because you knew it was the only form of love you could ever get from a man like him.

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More Myself Than I Am - Chapter VI

Chapter 6/?

Wordcount 2k

Title The Mafia's Offer

Fandom Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing Akutagawa Ryuunosuke x reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: a (well deserved) threat of bone crushing from reader to Mori-san

Tagging @lasidollily @samyayaya @anzanity (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: So... I'm so sorry if this title is not as good as it sounded in my head, but I couldn't find a better one 😅 I've been wanting to post this part of the story for so long, because the main scene in it - the conversation between reader and the PM'S head - was basically the reason why I've started all of this in the first place. In this one, I tried to portrait reader in her purest version, something that she would only manage to be in a strange place, out of her family's sight: an unpolished, but powerful being, as fearless as a wild beast in a moment , but as sensitive and shy as she used to be in her regular days in the next. However, my fav part was to work on Elise's depiction, in which I've put some scifi vibes by describing her as having a deep, almost symbiotic connection with Mori, given the mimicked gestures between the two.

I've spent this whole day working on this chapter because I wanted to post it today, and I did it haha Hope you enjoy it :)

Also let's change the GIF for today 💜

Dr. Ougai – if that was his real name – didn’t show half of the surprise you did when he put his eyes on you. Instead, he exhibitted an undeniable contentment for finally meeting you in that place.

– Welcome, y/n-san – he greeted you, indicating the chair with a gesture of his hand while taking the seat behind the table – I understand that everything is happening too fast, and I apologize for this, but we have no choice. I hope Akutagawa-kun has treated you with courtesy.

You didn’t reply, neither you took a step toward the table. You glanced at Akutagawa, who was as silent as yourself, but somehow he convinced you to accept his boss’ invitation.

That didn’t go unnoticed by him.

– Well, since these are how things are going between you, it will make everything easier – he commented with a chuckle – Anyway, the pleasure for receiving you here is all mine.

As you took your place on the chair, you laid your hands on your lap in a frail attempt to hide the embarrassment that made them tremble.

For a moment, none of you talked, so that even your breaths were audible, echoing around that large room, increasing the tension. You felt your body getting colder with the growing sensation of danger, in a way that the sound of a needle falling on the carpet would make you stand up and run.

And that was how you almost screamed when a door was opened somewhere around you and hurried, childish steps approached your spot. When you looked at your right, you saw a blonde, little girl with a red dress and a doll in hands approaching the table and sitting upon it, dangling her legs while giving her undivided attention to the doll, which you noticed to be a miniature of herself.

The girl didn’t look or say anything to the presents, not even to Dr. Ougai, who just kept quiet, with his elbows on the table, observing her with a discreet smile. You didn’t know why, but something about that child created an uneasiness in your senses, the kind of thing which reason you’d only understand if you had the chance to activate your ability.

But I don’t think I’ll have an opportunity so soon.

Before you thought of anything in this sense, the head of the Mafia started the real conversation.

– As I believe Akutagawa-kun has explained to you, the situation is not favorable, being worse for you than for your sisters – he started – Because of this, I ask you to concentrate in what I have for yourself instead of them, at least for now.

You swallowed.

– What do you want from me?

His response to this was to open a grin.

– So practical... That’s better. As you can see, it is not without a reason that we took interest in you. As an esper, you need a place where you can find use for your talents. We from the Port Mafia can offer you that. So, this is my deal: work for us, and you will have the opportunity to solve your immediate problems.

You opened your mouth, then closed it again without a word. He was inviting you to become part of a criminal organization, having him as your superior?

As taking your silence for doubt, Dr. Ougai continued to talk, with a calmness that implied his hope that your answer would be positive, for you wouldn’t have reasons to refuse it.

– Of course, your reward will come accordingly, not only for you, but for the ones you are trying to protect.

– Are you talking about… – you whispered.

– Your elder sister, who I used to help – his reply was cold and direct – If you say yes my invitation, the Port Mafia will provide the protection you need right now regarding your condition as an esper with an unregistered ability. If you solve this matter, you can concentrate in the other ones.

Your hands held on to each other, squeezing themselves tight.

How much does he know about what happened in our apartment?

– The other ones?

– We have our ways to keep in touch with the events outside. I am aware that things are going to get difficult for you because of what happened to that young man, not only because of the facts themselves, but because of what might be said about your participation in them.

You frowned.

What are you talking about?

Instead of giving you a clear answer, he opted for a kind of advice.

– Believe me, the authorities in this country are not so willing to work in favor of peculiar people like you. If you want to be treated with any justice, you will need help.

Well, he was right in this. You had no experience in juridical matters, and no money to get a lawyer who would be willing to defend a murderer with stranger powers.

– We can also cover all the expenses of Viginia-san’s treatment – he continued – Which, as you already know, are not low.

You moved in your seat, uncomfortable.

– My sister…

The smile that Dr. Ougai has been maintaining for the entire conversation faded a bit, something that didn’t please you at all. Your eyes turned to the girl’s direction and saw no change in her attitude.

It’s like she’s in a stand by mode. How strange.

The voice of the Mafia’s head brought your attention back to him again. He wasn’t smile anymore.

– Let me give you some advice, girl. I can see how selfless you are, so if worrying about yourself is not enough to convince you, think about her. You already told me about the whole situation. After all she has done for her family, she deserves all their support – and lowering his tone a bit – And, speaking as a doctor, I have to tell you that her condition might reach a critical point if it doesn’t receive the attention it needs right now. I understand it’s unpleasing to hurry you up, but the truth is that you don’t have much time.

You remained in silence at all those words. Yes, given your circumstances, you could say that Dr. Ougai was right: if you didn’t do anything, it could be too late to save your sister; it could be too late for yourself. And no one in this world would help you. There was so much to consider yet so little time to decide… However, that wasn’t the reason for your quietness.

You had something different in mind.

Your fingers started tingling in nervousness.

– I suppose you’ve planned all of this… – you raised your eyes at him – Right?

His expression of triumph – the certainty that you were going to accept his deal – was shaken; at the same time, the little girl’s legs stopped dangling and she raised her head at you. The synchrony between their gestures wasn’t less than disturbing.

– What? – Dr. Ougai mumbled.

– Meeting us at the most convenient occasion, helping my sister, never accepting any payment… and now, this – you started, your fingers moving upon your lap – Everything comes with a price, and in this case the price is to work for you. You waited patiently, never worrying, because you knew that sooner or later, we would end up here, having this conversation.

He shrugged.

– More or less. But it is true that I’ve been observing you for a while. Still, I didn’t have half of the work I thought I’d have to bring you here, thanks to what happened in your house.

Now you were furious. If you were the only one who was involved, you could endure the manipulation and deceiving, but having your family’s circumstances used in a bargain like that was something you just couldn’t accept.

Your powers were awakened, and the entire place was taken over by your expanded consciousness, from the book on the shelves thrown on the ground to the glass of the windows exploding in thousands of shards, one by one, the deafening sounds of your unleashed wrath in each of them; the carpet was floating on the spots that haven’t objects upon them, and even the table was shaking; the familiar pressure appeared behind your eyes while you stared at the man in front of you, eager to drown him darkness in your eyes. The girl on the table looked around, nervous, but didn’t move from her place.

– And how can you be so sure that I’ll say yes to this deal – as you raised your hand in a threatening gesture, the papers upon the table started trembling – Instead of crushing each bone in your body for messing with my family?

Despite the strong feelings you’ve been experiencing, you couldn’t help complimenting Dr. Ougai’s self control before the sight of your technique, which you knew it was far from beautiful: not showing the slightest sign of disturb, he just leaned an elbow on the table, with his chin on his palm, and observed you with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, as if your powers, when activated by anger, were as inoffensive as when you showed them for the first time, just as an example. Thanks to them, you were also able to look in the depths of his energetic signature, confirming that his calmness wasn’t a mere act. The girl, less scared now, stared at you with a similar expression, and now that you were using your ability, you finally understood the connection between her and the mafia’s leader.

He’s an esper like me, and this girl is his ability.

Before anything else happened, you sensed something hot wrapping itself tight around your raised wrist, limiting your movements. You looked at it and found out it was one of the stripes of Akutagawa’s Rashomon. It didn’t hurt you, however: it was just as a silent way he found to tell you that you reached a line which you shouldn’t cross. You felt a slight unbalance in your emotions, and the stripe slowly loosened its grip as your ability was deactivated. You sighed, putting your hands on your lap again.

Ignoring everything that just happened, Dr. Ougai spoke, as calm and serious as before.

– The choice is yours, but I must warn you that you will upset some people with this, including your sister, who will not like to hear that you ended up involved in more troubles, my Elise-chan here – for the first time, he referred to the girl, who was dangling her legs and playing with the doll again – And, of course, the true mentor of this proposal. All of this if you don’t count on facing all the struggles we just discussed on your own by the way.

You frowned.

So, if he’s not the mind behind all of this... who is it?

– True mentor? What do you mean?

Instead of giving you a verbal response, his gaze turned from you to the young man by your side. You followed Dr. Ougai’s look and, once your eyes landed on Akutagawa, he turned away in an obvious attempt of hiding his embarrassment, the black stripe moving away from your wrist as to follow his gesture.

– Akutagawa-kun…? – you mumbled.

With your face burning, you turned back to the head of the Port Mafia; on his face you noticed a sort of satisfaction with what he was witnessing, but nothing was said about that.

– It’s true that I had an interest in bringing you to our side since the start, but most of our actions were his idea – he explained – I just gave him my permission. In addition, he asked me to take care of your sister, and I did, and the rest of the story is known by you.

You didn’t reply, and he just continued to talk, now observing his subordinate with a mixture of pride and comprehension.

– You know, he has a sister too, who has only him to count on for a long time. It’s not without reason that he took the lead in this particular case, for he understands your feelings better than anyone.

#bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader #akutagawa bsd #bsd akutagawa #akutagaway ryuunosuke bsd #bsd akutagawa ryuunosuke #bsd mori #mori ougai

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Failed

Part 2 of my Subordinate AU drabble for @spacexseven

Part 1 here please read for full context. Subordinate AU doesn't belong to me! All credit to @spacexseven again, please check out their work!!

Subordinate Reader x Akutagawa Ft. Yan! Dazai and Yan Chuuya

TW- Implied smut (not with Yans), Sort of voyeurism, Abuse, blood, Obsessive behavior, Cursing, Dazai is a warning by himself. Please don't continue if these things bother you.

Before it all went wrong…

“What a lovely night,”

You gaze outside your window at the dark sky above, illuminated by the moon, casting soft light into your home. Akutagawa and Dazai were on a mission together and weren’t coming back till late tonight. You had decided to stay up late to see if he was going to show.

The handle of your front door twists and opens carefully. You approach the door and gently lead Akutagawa inside, shutting the door with your foot. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck and softly inhaled while you combed through his hair and teased the back of his neck with your fingertips. “Do you have any injuries I should look at?” Akutagawa shakes his head, “None. I am fine.” You chuckle, “Is that so? Are you only saying that because you don’t want me to be worried?” Akutagawa presses his face further into your neck, attempting to hide his blushing expression. “N-no, I assure you I am fine.”

You sigh but don’t push any further, “Alright.” Akutagawa feels you direct his gaze to face you, your lips brushing against each other, the dark-haired mafioso lets out a quiet, heated breath as you ask, “You still up for tonight?” “Yes.” Akutagawa presses a slow kiss onto your lips, you reciprocate in kind, placing your hands on his waist and neck. The kiss was innocent and sweet but quickly changed as you broke the kiss and trailed open-mouthed kisses down Akutagawa’s jawline and throat. Your hands roam his body, leaving feather-like touches over Akutagawa’s clothes. Your fingers grip his black coat, his breath hitches at the removal of your mouth against his skin, but listens closely as you whisper against his lips, “Take off the coat.” Your fingers tighten around the dark material draped over his body, the garment that once belonged to someone else.

Akutagawa yanks the coat off without hesitation and slams his lips back onto yours, his hands reaching up to slip your shirt hem off your shoulder, revealing your collarbone. He should have known better, but he couldn’t stop his hands when you unbuttoned his shirt. Akutagawa couldn’t stop his hands from going lower.

Your fingertips brush against the soft pale skin of the sleeping man beside you, ghosting the curves of his cheeks to the small opening of his mouth. Clothes were lying carelessly on the floor and you had to change the bedsheets from the night’s activities. 

“You’re staring.” You are snapped out of your stupor by the small voice of the mafioso you thought was asleep. “Sorry, did I wake you?” Akutagawa shakes his hand and places your hand flush against his cheek. “No, I was already awake.”

You take a deep breath as the words leave your mouth, “I love you, Ryūnosuke.” his face turns red immediately. “Don’t- Don’t say such a thing out loud, you fool! And you mustn't get into the habit of using my first name!” 

You don’t get offended by the outburst, merely chuckling at his expression. No matter how many times you said those words, it never failed to make his face aflame with color. How adorable.

In your foolish bliss, you failed to notice a pair of icy blue eyes staring through your window and the small click of a camera.

About a week later

The Port Mafia was by no means a functional work environment, but something was more off than usual. You couldn’t place your finger on it but for the past day or two, you felt a sickening feeling of dread every time you stepped inside the building. 

Your superiors hadn’t been around you lately, in fact you haven’t seen Dazai for nearly three days and you only saw Chuuya in passing. That made you feel even more uneasy, a gut feeling was telling you that something was going to happen. 

"They didn’t know, did they? No. No. That was impossible, we were careful. It wasn’t about me and Ryūnos- Akutagawa." It wasn’t about you and Akutagawa. It wasn’t about us, it must have been something else. We were still in the clear. For some reason, the churning in your stomach didn’t stop.

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa was currently on an away assignment, he has been getting a lot of those recently, way more than any other member. All details about it fail to make you feel any better about the situation.

You exhale as you affix your apathetic stare as you walk toward Dazai’s office. You were summoned there for a shared report with another member, someone whom you didn’t care to know the name of. You weren’t even in charge of overall reports, you would just be standing there like a statue for 30 or so minutes. You enter without knocking, the member and Dazai are already inside.

The whole time in Dazai’s office, the executive was quiet, too quiet. It wasn’t a bored silence or a tired silence; it was controlled, eerie, and suffocating. He was angry, no, he was furious. About what? you didn’t want to know.

Finally, the other member is done speaking and the executive sends them off with the curt flick of his hand. You stop yourself from letting out a sigh of relief, you want to turn on your heel and get the hell out of this office.

“A moment, [Name].”

Your movements stop, frozen in place, mid-step. Hilarious, not a word to the person giving important Port Mafia reports, but his first words in the past hour are directed at you. This had to be a sick joke by god. You take a breath and turn back around calmly (you were anything but) and make eye contact with your superior. 

Dazai motions you to approach him with the bend of his finger, “Come here.” Another short command, with just as much venom in his voice as before. You stiffly walk towards the desk, did the temperature in the room drop?

You do your best to hide the cold sweat breaking onto your skin. Dazai’s dark eyes never stop staring as you approach closer.

You stand in front of the large darkwood desk waiting for Dazai to respond. Dazai narrows his eyes, you take another step forward, now less than half a meter away from the desk.

“Have you been stressed lately?”

You are stunned by the question, “Pardon?” Where was this coming from?

Dazai’s expression doesn’t change, he reiterates his question, “Is our work as mafia members stressful?”

“Any work is stressful sir, mafia or otherwise.”

“So that’s a yes.”

You purse your lips and nod. You have no idea where this is coming from, why was he asking all of this? Certainly wasn’t from the goodness in his heart…

“Naturally our work is very stressful, so you need outlets to manage your stress. I understand [Name], I do.” His tone of voice was betraying all the words leaving that lying mouth of his.

Your brows furrow and a scowl pulls on your lips, “If you have something to say, just say it. Stop giving me roundabout responses.”

Dazai continues to stare at you, takes a white envelope from his coat, and turns it upside down. Nearly a hundred pieces of paper- no, photographs, flit down onto the desk. Your eyes widen.

Shit…

All the pictures were of you and Akutagawa. Sitting close outside, talking in your house, leaving a cafe together, the two of you kissing, and a few pictures of you both in… much less clothing.

You stop breathing, your eyes fixed on the pile of photos, more than enough proof of you and Akutagawa’s relationship with no room for doubt.

“I-,” You couldn’t find any words to defend you or Akutagawa, what could you even say? There is literally a mountain of evidence right in front of you. “Sir, I-”

“I ran a check on all of the photos, I know they’re real.” Dazai’s voice shifted, now threatening and barely holding back his anger.

You can’t bring yourself to answer, not that it really matters since Dazai answers for you. “I must have been giving you too much to do. You must have been incredibly... desperate to consider going to him.” All of Dazai’s disgust and fury is poured into that single word, a chill goes down your spine.

“N-No that’s not- It wasn’t for me-” Dazai cuts you off. 

“Really? Not for yourself? What a kind co-worker you are. All to help little Akutagawa with all his pent-up emotions. How generous, I’m sure that mutt is grateful to you for helping him.”

You bite your tongue to stop yourself from snapping back an insult, if you got punished it would be painful but you could handle it. However, you didn’t want Akutagawa to get in any more trouble because of you.

Dazai gives you a crazed look, “Good thing I sent that stupid dog on a mission. If I were to see him anytime soon, I might just shoot him dead. Ha, no... I would risk a lecture by Mori and just torture him to death.” Your eyes widen as your shoulders tense painfully, and your tongue is almost bleeding from how hard you biting it.

“Well? Did you enjoy helping him? Did you enjoy giving your body to him, to let him relieve himself onto you? Did you feel good letting him use you-”

“I seduced him!” Your loud voice cut off whatever tirade Dazai was going down. “I never did it for him. I was using him, not the other way around! I was the one who made the first move! He didn’t push me away and I took advantage of him!” 

That’s not true Ryū, I swear it isn’t… please forgive me for saying this. You hated the words leaving your mouth, but if you could take most of the blame, Akutagawa wouldn’t be punished as severely.

Dazai looks at you plainly, his expression now completely unreadable.

“SLAP” Your face is snapped to the side, your cheek stinging from the sudden impact. You feel a bit of blood drip from the corner of your mouth.

You muffle a pained cry as Dazai grips your hair and yanks you up to face him. “Like hell I’m believing that bullshit story, but if that’s what you want to tell, so be it.”

Dazai slams your head against the wood desk, pressing your face onto the cold surface. It hurts, your head is spinning, but this is nothing. He has done worse, you’ve handled worse. It’s fine. It’s fine.

Dazai opens one of the desk drawers and reaches inside, after a few moments he pulls out familiar items. A collar and leash, objects you wished to never see again.

“I have been too lenient with you recently, haven’t I? You have completely forgotten your place and I failed to remind you. Clearly, I was wasting my goodwill on some parasite who leeches off the care given to them by others. Haven’t I been good to you? Haven’t I made it clear about how I felt towards you? Do you not care or do you just like him better? Do you enjoy taking advantage of people that much? Do you enjoy making me suffer that much?”

The more he spoke, the more Dazai’s nails dug into your skin, breaking the surface and causing blood to trickle down your face. You bite back a noise from the throbbing pain.

You eye the collar and leash again, but this time you catch a difference in the collar. It wasn’t the same one used months ago. It was new, had a darker color, no name tag, and was thicker. Your breath stutters at the realization.

“Ah, you noticed? Congrats parasite, you get a brand new necklace. I got a new one for emergencies though I wasn’t planning on using it on you since I thought you have improved. A shame, I genuinely thought better of you.”

You cringe at the mocking and degrading tone Dazai speaks in. A part of you is in disbelief that he would actually use the new collar but the other part isn’t surprised in the slightest.

Dazai’s anger is soon replaced by sadistic cruelty, “A shock collar is the best way to discipline a disobedient animal. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to speak with Akutagawa when he returns from his assignment. In the meantime, I’ll be sure to make up for all the time I’ve failed to train you properly.”

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A/N: There will be a part 3 with Akutagawa and what happens with him. Man, I write too damn much! (╥﹏╥) I just want Aku to be loved! BTW please know that I love Dazai and Chuuya, but in this AU they’re pretty trash.

#akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader #bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere dazai #Bungou Stray Dogs #Akutagawa deserves better #One day #I will make him happy I swear T-T