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How about BSD men when you're sick with a cold? (Totally not cause i have one rn lmaoo) I love your work btw <3

Thank you sm! And ofc! Hope you like this!!! (same, I was sick this whole week 😞😞 hope you get better soon)

(This is part 1. Part 2 with the rest of the members will come shortly!!!! I decided to slip it so at least one half of it was out…I think I might start doing this in the future to be able to post more frequently! Btw, I have seen all your requests and currently working on them!!!! Please keep requesting! I love every single one of them!)

BSD Men When Reader Is Sick With a Cold (P.1)

In this post: 🌹 Doppo Kunikida, Atsushi Nakajima, Yukichi Fukuzawa, Edogawa Rampo, 🌹

Pairing: Fem!reader/BSDMen

Synopsis; How would the BSD Men act when you have a cold.

Yukichi Fukuzawa

Fukuzawa, being the president of the Armed Detective Agency is a responsible person. The minute he notices you’re feeling sick, he takes care of you so well, he almost rivals Yosano. He makes sure that you take all your medications, constantly checking your temperature, and will not make you lift a single finger. You are his sick princess; you stay in bed and do absolutely nothing. If you ask for anything, he would rush to get it for you. With Fukuzawa’s love and great, responsible care, you overcame your cold very quickly.

“Where is (Y/N)?” His voice cut through the thick fog in your mind, sounding distant and echoing loudly. You winced, peeking open your eyes. Reality felt dreamlike; you saw Fukuzawa walk towards you, the view of your boyfriend slanted, as you were lying on the surface of the table in the conference room. You had hoped to refresh the burning hellfire that crackled in your mind, but with no avail.

“My dear,” Fukuzawa sighed, sitting down next to you. “You should go home.” He chided, pressing a large hand to your forehead. Your elevated temperature made his usually calm face grow worried. “You’re burning…you’re going home.”

You tried to protest, feebly gripping his arm to hold him back, but the worried glance Fukuzawa threw at you, seeing you pale, burning, nothing could convince him to make you stay at work.

You closed your eyes, your illness draining you far too much to remain awake. Every sound echoed in your ears, hurting your already weakened head.

When you blinked your eyes open, you found yourself in your apartment, and only vaguely remembered Atsushi bringing you home. Fukuzawa would have done so himself if he didn’t have a crucial meeting with a politician he could not avoid.

You dragged yourself to bed, too tired to change, only falling in your futon. Morpheus immediately pulled you under, dragging you to the depths of a dreamless sleep.

You opened your eyes suddenly, feeling a presence next to you even through your agitate sleep. Your eyes had to concentrate more than usual to focus on reality, ironing what was blurry, before you noticed the presence was Fukuzawa.

“Shh…I’m here, my love,” he whispered in your ear, adjusting the covers around you to make sure you weren’t exposed to any cold air. You immediately calmed down, snuggling against his chest. “Take this before you sleep,” Fukuzawa whispered, slipping two pills inside your mouth. You swallowed, knowing they were probably medication to reduce your fever.

You conked out right after, vaguely remembering finding it difficult to fall into deep sleep. You only found peace when Fukuzawa wrapped you in his arms, caressing your head.

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed. You sat up, pressing a hand to your forehead. You sighed in relief when you realized your temperature had gone down, but you still felt under the weather, your eyes burning, and your throat itchy. You glanced at Fukuzawa’s empty spot, wondering where he could have gone.

Almost sensing your thoughts, your boyfriend walked inside your room, carrying a mug of delicious warm milk with honey. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He cooed, seeing you sniffle sadly, clearly not happy you were sick. “I made this for you.” He handed the mug to you, making sure you didn’t burn yourself holding it.

“Yukichi, I don’t like being sick.” You whined, leaning against his side when he sat down next to you.

“I know, darling, but you have to rest to get better. And not stoically push through it like you were doing yesterday.” He chided softly, urging you to drink milk. You pouted, knowing he was right.

You couldn’t help but feel sadness crawl on your face, when you realized you wouldn’t be able to spend your few days off having fun with your partner, who you already saw too little of.

Fukuzawa realized, and to try and bring back the sparkle of happiness on your face, even amid a sore threat and runny nose, he leaned down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Would you wish to watch a movie?”

As he had hoped, a smile brightened your face, and you almost jumped up in joy, Fukuzawa’s hand blocking you from doing so, afraid you would topple over sick. “Can we watch a romcom?”

“Whatever you desire, my love.”

The two of you cuddled in bed, using your laptop to watch your favorite romcom. You could have not been happier, snuggling underneath the covers with your perfect boyfriend, and Fukuzawa also enjoyed spending some time with you, peppering a series of kisses on your face every time the characters kissed on scene.

Edogawa Ranpo

Ranpo is…interesting when you are sick. It’s one of the few times he shuts down, and does not know what to do, or how to react. For once, the genius detective feels lost. When he realizes you’re sick, his first reaction is disgust, and worry that you could infect him, and then he freezes when he realizes you, his beloved (Y/N), is sick. Panic infects his body, and he just..crashes. It takes a few seconds for his heart to calm down, and to regain the composure on his face. All of his panic runs behind his face, only visible through his emerald green eyes to whomever knows him very well. The moment he has calmed down, he takes control, even if the fear of messing up and making you even sicker haunts his mind. Ranpo cures you slightly chaotically, forgetting to give you medicine and then remembering late at night, but he tries his best, and succeeds in making you feel better, inevitably being exhausted by the time you are no longer sick. Now it’s your turn to take care of him.

“Where is (Y/N)?” Ranpo asked, sulking at his deck, his lips wrapped around a vanilla lollipop as his green eyes scanned the office, noticing your absence.

“She took a day off.” Kunikida replied, not lifting his gaze from his computer.

“She didn’t tell you?” Dazai asked as he spun around in his chair, accidentally kicking Kunikida’s leg and then rolling away when his partner got mad.

Ranpo shook his head, sucking on his lollipop pensively. “Nope…I wonder why,” he thought aloud. You were his girlfriend, and always told him everything. He didn’t know why you didn’t tell him today that you wouldn’t be going. He knew you knew he preferred when you were in the office, brightening his day by just caressing his hand when you walked by, busy working.

When you were not there, Ranpo usually took the day off with you, doing whatever you had needed to be doing. For a second, Ranpo’s rapid mind jumped to the unrealistic thought that you might be cheating on him, but he quickly threw the idea away, not even considering it.

But the lack of knowledge irked Ranpo, and he didn’t feel like rummaging through his pocket to find his glasses to use Ultra Deduction. Instead, Ranpo tapped on his phone for a few minutes, calling your number.

The wait felt excruciatingly long, and he only focused onto the rhythmic beeping, completely ignoring Kunikida choking Dazai.

“Hello?” You answered, your voice strangely nasally and lower than usual.

“(Y/N)!” Ranpo called sadly, pouting. “Why did you not tell me you were taking a day off? I could come over and cuddle in bed with you,” he whined, throwing the finished lollipop in the bin.

You sighed: you had hoped you could escape telling your adorable boyfriend that you were sick. He always panicked, and exhausted himself while he took care of you, and you didn’t feel like draining his energies for a menial cold. But of course, nothing ever went the way you had intended it to, still feeling a little smugness lift your lips into a smile: Ranpo had noticed your absence almost immediately.

“I’m sick,” you explained. Almost to provide you with ironclad evidence, your throat started itching uncomfortable, and you coughed for a few seconds.

When your words registered in Ranpo’s head, he froze. His eyes went unfocused, and his phone almost slid out of his grasp. An avalanche of thoughts flooded his mind, the most common theme, fear and worry. Extreme fear for you, and worry because he didn’t know how to care for you; both feelings battled in his chest, a conflicting tsunami that only rendered his green eyes duller.

“Ranpo?” You asked, your voice rough after your coughing fit, but the silence on the other end of the line scared you more.

“I’m coming over.” Was the curt reply you got.

“Wait, what? Ranpo, no you’ll get sick — and he hung up.” You sighed, placing the phone back next to you, and waiting for Ranpo to barge in through your door.

It took a good thirty minutes, but your prediction came true. Opening with his copy of the key, Ranpo flew in, his arms decorated by various bags filled with medicines. “I’m here!” He gasped, his chest heaving.

“Ranpo, did you run?!” You croaked, trying to get out of bed and hold Rampo before he inevitably collapsed.

“No, of course not.” He replied, blatantly lying. He gently pushed you back down on the bed, climbing in after you. He emptied out all bags in the center of the bed, and you widened your eyes in shock at the medium sized pile that formed on your duvet.

“Oh my god…that’s enough medicine for a lifetime,” you whispered. You did, however, feel very loved, as you watched Ranpo rummage through the pile, trying to find a specific packet. This man, who hated exercise, had run around multiple pharmacies to try and find one that would make you feel better. Your heart melted into your chest, almost making your tired eyes teary. You gently clasped his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

Ranpo barely noticed, digging frantically. “Here it is!” He exclaimed victoriously shoving a small, blue box into your hands. “This is the best one for sore throats, apparently.” He said, a proud smile loitering on his face.

You opened it, downing the pills with some water. “Thank you, Ranpo,”

“Am I the best boyfriend or what?”

“You certainly are.”

Ranpo’s smile grew, and his cheeks darkened by a few shades: receiving praise from you was on the same level as receiving praise from the president from him. “Now, they said sleep helps as well, so we should sleep.” Ranpo declared, hurriedly placing all the medications on your bed side table, before dragging himself underneath the covers, and snuggling against you.

You laid your head on his chest, already feeling your throat become less irritated, letting you exhale peacefully. Ranpo fell asleep before you, his rhythmic breathing becoming your lullaby. As felt your eyes go droopy, and your mind quiet down, resembling a calm mountain spring, you could not help but think that you truly had gotten the best boyfriend in the world.

That claim was instantly withdrawn when you were shaken awake at 3 in the morning by a sleep-drunk Ranpo, who suddenly remembered you had to take another medicine in while talking that one. You sighed, but after all, it meant Ranpo truly loved you, and that was more than enough for you.

Doppo Kunikida

Kunikida is a man of rules, and ideals, and he tries to follow his life bound by his self-imposed rules. He has a specific page on his notebook dedicated to the procedure to follow when he, or you, go down with a cold. But his ideals, and rules get thrown down the drain when you actually have a cold. Like Ranpo, Kunikida freezes, but not because he does not know what to do, but because he wants to do everything in his power to make you feel better. Seeing you sick, and coughing makes his heart ache, and is what pushes him out of his brief moment of panic. Kunikida writes down your symptoms in his notebook, and goes out on a hunt to find the best medication. He will then take care of you lovingly, but also strictly, not letting you get out of bed, or miss some medications because you say you feel better. A small part of him will also be blaming himself for allowing you to get sick, even if he can’t protect you from everything. Kunikida will, however, always remain by your side, not caring of the perpetual danger of falling ill as well: he can’t leave you alone when you’re sick. You’ll be wrapped in his arms at all times, and that is one of the best aspects of being taken care of by Kunikida.

Kunikida was typing on his computer, filling a report that, initially, had been Dazai’s. He noticed movement from the corner of his eyes, noticing you slumping in the chair next to his.

“Kunikida,” you called, gently tapping on his desk to get his attention.

“Yes, darling?” He asked, still typing on his computer.

“Do I feel a little warm to you?”

Kunikida looked up from his computer immediately after hearing your words. He instantly stood up, walking towards you. Your health always took priority on his work.

You did look paler, and more tired, Kunikida thought, as he pressed his hands on your forehead. “You’re a little warm,” he sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Unfortunately, I cannot go home with you right now.” Kunikida said, hurriedly looking through his notebook, snapping it closed in anger.

You waved your hand. “Don’t worry, Kuni, I’ll just go home by myself.” You tried standing up, but Kunikida gently pushed you back down on the chair.

“I can’t let you go home alone. You’ll stay here, and I’ll take care of you while I work.” Kunikida declared, picking you up in his arms.

“Darling, I don’t feel that sick…and taking care of me while you work will just exhaust you more than you already are!” You tried protesting, as your boyfriend gently laid you down on the couch in the Armed Detective Agency office.

“Taking care of you will never exhaust me.” Kunikida grumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. He took his jacket draped on the back of his chair and covered you with it, returning to his desk to continue working.

Throughout the day, Kunikida walked over to your half conscious, half sleeping form on the couch, taking your temperature, and bringing you cups of water to drink. Kunikida also gave you various medicines that he had quickly popped out to buy on his break.

Various times you caught him glancing at you with worry, feeling that he was not doing enough to take care of you. You also saw him intensely research which medication to give you, also going as far as calling Yosano (it was her day off) to ask her what she thought would be the best course of action.

Lying on the couch, slipping in out of sleep, you felt enveloped by the warmth of your boyfriend’s love, who took care of you efficiently even while he was working.

You slowly woke a few hours later, noticing that the bright sunlight had been replaced by the lukewarm colors of the sunset, and the agency was empty, only Kunikida remaining, sitting at his desk. His hair shone like golden strands in the light, and his grey eyes resembled pieces of melted starlight.

You pushed yourself up, noticing your fever had gone. Your throat was still itchy, and your nose still clogged, but you felt better, overall. You slipped Kunikida’s jacket on, walking quietly towards him. You leaned over his shoulder, caressing his cheek, your two shadows intertwined on the floor.

Kunikida turned to glance at you, surprised. “Do you feel better, sweetheart?” He asked, turning to face you, immediately pressing his hand to your forehead to check your temperature.

You leaned into his touch, nodding happily. “All thanks to you, my perfect doctor,” you cooed, sliding down in his lap. Kunikida turned a fiery red, looking away.

“(Y/N), this is highly inappropriate!” He squeaked, although his hands tentatively went to wrap around your waist.

“Oh, come on: no one else is here. It’s not like we’re fucking in public.” You joked, panicking when you heard Kunikida choke on his spit. You laughed, gently slapping him on his broad back. “Ah, what should I do with you?” You asked, peppering kisses on his jaw.

“Kiss me properly,” Kunikida said quietly, seemingly having abandoned the war cry of propriety.

You laid your head on his shoulder, admiring his sharp features that were only accentuated by the dying sunlight that slid through the large windows. “I can’t, Kuni, I’ll get you sick.”

Kunikida looked at you in silence for a second, also admiring your face, his eyes zoning in on your lips. You saw the internal struggle reflected clearly on his eyes, a dueling waltz between his love for you and his ideals.

“Oh to hell,” he croaked, before diving down to press a passionate kiss to your lips, even going as far as to slide his tongue inside your mouth.

Your eyes widened in shock, but you quickly responded, threading your hands through his hair. Kunikida slowly pulled back after a few minutes, both of you panting for hair and grasping onto each other. Kunikida turned even redder when he noticed a small string of saliva glittering between the two of you. He pressed his forehead against yours: “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Oh! How cute!” Dazai called suddenly, waltzing into the room.

Kunikida never fainted so fast before in his life.

Atsushi Nakajima

Atsushi would know what to do, probably having to take care of his fellow orphans. But he will do everything with an underlining panic he will try to hide for your sake, but that you will inevitably notice because he’s soaking in sweat, even if it’s winter. It’s because he worries so much; anxiety crawls inside his body, and he almost dies on the spot. But once you reassure him that it’s just a common cold, his heart will stop running a marathon and he will calm down. Atsushi takes care of you with love, as well as diligence, sleeping lightly to make sure you’re sleeping well. He’ll make you take warm baths, helping you get out and in, and will cook you whatever you want.

When Atsushi had waltzed into your shared apartment, excited to take you out on a date, his heart had dropped to his stomach when he saw you bundled up in your futon, trembling.

“A-Atsushi!” You called, your voice nasally. You opened your arms, looking like a scarecrow draped in duvets and covers.

“What happened?” Your sweet jinko boyfriend asked, worry evident in his furrowed brows as he knelt next to you, tucking the covers back around your body to make sure no draft would touch your skin.

“Got a cold from my last mission,” you mumbled, sniffling. “Walking around the countryside drenched in cold, mountain water was not a smart idea.”

“You did what?!” Atsushi stared at you, even more worried because you had walked around for god knows how long shivering in the icy air. You smiled sheepishly. Atsushi sighed, exasperated, pressing one of his hands to your forehead, relieved that you seemed to have only a slight fever. But your shivers were worrying his already panic-stricken heart.

“I’ll make you some soup.” He started getting up, but you grabbed his loose tail and tugged back onto the futon.

“No…warm me up! You’re always so warm!” You whined.

“I’ll do that after I make you the soup, okay, love?” Atsushi asked, gently persuading you to let go of his belt.

You pouted, reluctantly letting go. Your face suddenly brightened. “What if you order pizza!”

“No! That’s not what you need right now!” Atsushi called from the kitchen, scolding you gently. You sighed, dropping back into the covers.

Your caring boyfriend soon walked out of the kitchen, holding a steaming bowl in his hands, his eyes fixated on the quivering soup that danced threateningly close to the edge, teasing to suddenly overflow.

Atsushi placed it down in front of, a sigh of relief rushing out of his lips. You giggled, eyeing the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead out of concentration. You reached down to grab the spoon. You blinked, and the spoon was gone, now tightly held in Atushi’s grasp.

“Absolutely not. I’m feeding you.” He said, deciding to ignore your questioningly raised eyebrow. “And I’m not exaggerating.”

You decided to stay quiet, and simply enjoy the care your boyfriend was enveloping you in, relishing in the joy of being loved. You obediently swallowed down the warm and delicious soup, noticing how it smoothed out the irritation in your throat. “It’s delicious, ‘Sushi,” You said, in between spoonfuls.

Atushi’s cheeks turned red, and he grinned shyly, playing around with the remaining soup in the bowl. “I’m a good cook, aren’t I?” You threw your arms around him, nuzzling your nose against his.

“The best cook.” Atsushi beamed back at you, kissing the tip of your nose as he put the bowl down.

Lazily, you trailed your hand down his chest, feeling his solid muscles underneath. An idea suddenly came to you, and a lazy grin spread on your lips. “Baby, I’m cold.” You whined.Your hand, who had momentarily stopped on his stomach, restarted its journey, slowing sliding down to to his crotch.

Atsushi, who had been resting his head against yours, pulled back to look at you, worry evident in his eyes. “You’re cold…— (Y/N), WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He gasped in surprise when he felt your warm hand on his dick, his breath getting stuck in his throat.

“Thanking the cook for the delicious dish!”

“A-Absolutely not! You’re sick! No!” He stammered, his eyes wide and panicked, his hand immediately clasping yours and gently pushing you back down in the bed, tucking the covers around you, restricting your movements: Atsushi knew he couldn’t resist you for long, and needed to prevent your hands to linger on his body before he got a hard-on.

“Atsushi! What the fuck?!”

“You need to rest. Doing what you wanted to do is not resting.” Atsushi stumbled and tripped over his words, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. You huffed, rolling your eyes. Atsushi glanced at you, playing with his fingers. “If you’re better tomorrow then maybe…” He quietly trailed off, defeated by the small pout that lingered on your face. You immediately perked up, smirking at him. “B-but only if you feel better!”

“I’ll sleep right away and get all the rest in the world so I feel better immediately!” You giggled, lying comfortably down in bed.

Atsushi sighed, a small smile on his lips, knowing that his heart truly belonged to you. He quickly slipped underneath the covers, holding you in his arms to suppress the shivers that had suddenly returned. You soon fell asleep, and Atsushi stayed awake a few more minutes, making sure you weren’t uncomfortable, before letting himself be pulled to sleep. But not too deep of a slumber: he had to make sure you, his treasure, his princess slept fine throughout the night. He was ready to sacrifice his sleep for that.

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 . . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 MY GOOD GIRL, ONLY FOR ME ; a edogawa ranpo fic. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . ahhhh, hope that one user who i bonded with over the comments finds this fic again. ranpo brainrot 24/7.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; rich!ranpo, tease!ranpo,fem!reader, sideshow, daddy issued reader, nsfw, backshots, creampie, raw sex, hair pulling, jaw gripping, biting, dumbification of reader by ranpo but in a adoring way, ranpo calls reader "my dumb girl" lovingly, ranpo calls reader's father as "daddy dearest" in mockery, ranpo is just a sexy lover, ranpo owns a porche, ranpo honestly has sugar daddy potential, fucking on top of the car hood and yeah, that's all i remember.

time is a lie, an illusion. the more you try to understand how it works, the more lost you find yourself.

for how else can you explain the exact same feeling clawing at your heart which did two years ago; as you sniffle, not wanting to cry in the midst of a lone road and so you dig your nails into your forearm, biting your lip.

it is when the porche stops and the door to the passenger's side opened without a word or moment of hesitance, that you practically leapt inside the expensive car, throwing yourself into the arms of the man who chuckled, affectionately rubbing your lower back, a bit too low to not be considered it being intimate but the man has always been too smart and so were his actions, he knew what he was doing. he always does.

"there there, has the good girl fought with her daddy dearest again?" his voice came out as a mockery yet this is how he of all people showed his fondness.

ranpo is a man of mystery no matter how easy going or childish he makes himself appear.

"i just don't understand him! i do everything to make him proud yet the more i try, the more i raise situations he can use against me."

hands removed your leather jacket which belonged to him, soothed you like no other as the black tank top with thin straps did the perfect job of leaving you exposed for ranpo and the latter smirked upon seeing goosebumps on your shoulder, his warm hands just feeling right on your cold and exposed skin.

"didn't i tell you? no matter what you do, your father will never look at you as something more then a nuisance, a responsibility." ranpo moved to lean near your ear as he whispered this, his breath hot as it hit the shell of your ear and you gulp when you feel ranpo's hand circle around your lower waist to reach for the door handle behind you and close the car door as you didn't care enough to do so.

"i know and i am sorry! but i just want my father to feel proud of me." you mutter in an almost non distinguishable voice but ranpo still understands and he sits properly, placing his hand on the steering wheel and tapping on the leather as he side glanced at you.

"does the good girl crave praises from her daddy dearest?" ranpo smirked but you aren't in the state to find offense in his words as you nod, looking down as you pinch on your black skirt with your thumb and index finger.

"just wanna be good and go back to how we were before but at this point, it's not a dream but a delusional i am desperately trying to make a reality." you answer, your tone somber, ranpo didn't like it. he doesn't like seeing you sad.

doesn't like how you are looking down at your bouncing legs and not at him, how your lips part to exhale and inhale shaky breaths as you try not to cry for the only time you should actually cry is when he is fucking you dumb.

ranpo hums and clicked his tongue, hand extending to grasp your chin between his index finger and thumb ; he guided your chin to look at him.

"wanna go somewhere fun to get your mind off of this?" he winked and oh who were you but a naive little girl walking into danger?

but is it really danger if this is all that is helping you from sinking into the thin sheet of despair.

for falling into despair and rising from it isn't as hard as it is to fall into what comes after despair.

and why even risk falling into such melancholy which will turn you inconsolable when the man next to you exists?

when he has always been the one escape from your woeful father?

"if it isn't a bother." you smiled at ranpo who playfully scoffed, focusing his eyes on the road ahead as the car roared to life.

"you are never a bother to me so don't even think about stuff like that, yeah? keep your dumb, preety mind occupied by me and not these thoughts." ranpo huffed, finding it offensive (not really, the man just had a habit of being dramatic at every given moment) how you still feel as if him hurrying out of his room, making sure his hair looks good in the rear view mirror of his car as he waits for you, occasionally glancing at the many candies and snacks plus a few not so influential stuff anxiously -- he isn't doubting his mind, he knows you are bound to like it, he is doubting his skin which turns a soft pink everytime you compliment him, a job.

ranpo turned his body to reach for the plastic bag on the back seat, dropping it gently on your lap and tilting his head towards it as a indication for you to eat or surf through the stuff he bought while only having you in mind, after taking a strawberry flavored lollipop for himself that is.

your eyes always found the most trivial task 'hot' when ranpo was the one doing it just like how him unwrapping the lollipop got you gulping, imagining him unlayering you the same way, only with one hand for he finds it tiresome and a waste of time to use two hands when he knows only one hand -- hell even one nod is enough and you'll undress for him yourself, is enough.

the way he holds the stick of the lollipop and pushes the ball of sweetness inside his mouth is how you imagine him treating your breasts, he slightly opened his mouth to swirl his tongue around the lollipop and you felt your core clenching around nothing, quickly looking down at the bag on your lap and not only is your core warm now but so is your heart.

and as he began to drive the car towards where he was informed tonight's side show will be held, he can't help but tap the knuckles of his free hand on your thighs, not feeling guilty as you gulp down an entire bottle of some alcohol containing drink he didn't bother to know the name of, he doesn't prefer them anyway but you do.

and is he really ranpo if he doesn't put your comfort over his own? doesn't dance on thorns to see you smile, unaware of the thorns poking the soles of his feet and blood pouring out of it?

"where are ya taking me?" you mutter, taking another big sip from the glass bottle and ranpo hums, the feeling of touching your cold skin too overpowering but he knows he has to answer, he can see the way you are blinking more then you do normally, he always does see every minute detail which any ordinary person does not.

"don't ask too much questions, you'll know when we are there dumb girl of mine." ranpo sighs fondly, the nickname feeling just right on his tongue, "would you mind telling me what happened with daddy dearest this time?"

he takes the lollipop out of his mouth which glistens and you turn your head to admire the outside scenery.

"don't wanna study the course he wants me to. i thought we would have some kind of compromising from both sides, i worked my ass off to end into the university he wanted me too -- so don't i get to have the liberty to choose what i want to pursue now?" your voice slightly raises as you speak but you notice it, sadly, not before ranpo does, and you try to calm yourself.

"so in anger, i told him i would rather just end up as a stripper and we had a fight, he said this is all he has left to see . . . to see his daughter on the lap of a rich yet old geezer as i smooch off of him and i stormed out of the house after this and yeah, then i called you and now we are here." you shrug, wanting to portray the image that you don't care about your father's words, his approval and his opinions but the very man sitting beside you is the same man who has seen you cry as you rant about your father more times then you would like to admit to.

"tell daddy dearest you won't be sitting on the lap of a old geezer," ranpo spoke after keeping his silence all this while and when you turn your head to stare at him, perplexed, your breath is caught in your chest at the sight of ranpo staring straight ahead yet with a charming smirk on his face, lollipop stick between his teeth as he licked the candy.

ranpo slightly turns his head to look at you, winking, "you will be sitting on my lap."

ranpo may not be an ordinary human but he is still a human or else why hasn't he bended you on the hood of his car and fucked you dumb yet?

you clear your throat, sudden shyness crawling inside your brain and making you look down, biting your lip to resist the smile from spreading on your face -- you don't know why, but you feel if you smiled now, you would be the most vulnerable ranpo has ever seen you yet he already has or else how would he know what buttons are to be pushed at what time to stimulate the most satisfying reaction.

"anyways, i think you should move out. like for once and for all, of course you should keep on visiting him, my dumb girl loves her daddy dearest too much to abandon him but," ranpo pauses to run his hand through his bangs, brushing them to the side before he continues again, "living in your own place will give you the peace you yearn for, it isn't worth to live with someone you love on the expense of your mental health. your mental health affects your physical health too."

at times like this, ranpo's voice drops a few octave and loses the childish and playful element it normally holds, the arrogance in his voice now and at normal times can be explained with a simple example of this being the way a man who is far too different from the world, excelling in every field, talks and at those normal times is of a genius too humble to be on the high horse presents himself as easy going.

"yeah, but the thing is, i don't know if i should go with my own wishes or his -- he has been right all along and even if it sucked at first, i always ended up being grateful for listening to him in the end--" ranpo shuts you up by pulling the lollipop out of his mouth and shoving it in your mouth, forcing you to be aware of the sweet taste of the candy covered in his saliva and you know you are weird for this but the thought itself makes you want to moan out, though you don't.

rather you focus your eyes on ranpo, the way he likes it.

"listen, life isn't a project you need to submit which always expects you to get good results, it's a . . . personal hobby. you do right? good for you. you do wrong? better luck next time. in most cases, not always but most, you will not die if the decision you made is wrong. sure there will be consequences and pain as well but the satisfaction you'll get when your next decision was taken while keeping the downfall of the previous one in mind? that feeling is better then any alcoholic drink and even more addicting for its just as short, leaving you wanting for more. this is why we strive for success, for the short termed satisfaction, living your life your way has a very similar purpose."

you nod, paying your utmost attention to his words as you pull the lollipop out of your mouth to see it covered in your saliva, you take a deep breath, finding his words easy to understand before once again putting the very small ball of lollipop again in your mouth.

you hum to let him know you somewhat agree with his words, the remaining part of you is still in fear but ranpo knows you'll once again ponder on his words, once when you are all alone in the unhealthy hours of night when you should be sleeping.

ranpo spares you a short glance, heart jumping in his ribcage as he sees you staring out of the window, your cheek puffed up due to you keeping the lollipop in such a position.

"my sweet sweet girl, i could just eat you up." ranpo cooed before he announced, "we are here,"

and you immediately look at the front for only one sole reason, to hide your flustered state from his keen eyes but when you look back at him with eyes wide in awe, you see the smirk on his face which just told you all you need to know, he had seen it, the way arousal is choking and forcing your breath down your throat, not letting you breath freely.

up front, many cars are parked, cars never interested you much but were rather a complex topic so you never bothered to put much effort to know about it but yet by one glance, you knew most of these cars present here were expensive ; on another side the ground was reserved by cool looking motorcycles and bikes and the automobiles formed a kind of border inside which stood many spectators and participants from what you could muster up yet why were there tire prints on the asphalt in the shape of a semi circle?

your question was answered when you see one car driving to the centre at full speed before it begins to drift, the screeching of the tire, the dust flying in the air, the flashing of cameras and phones and the people cheering all made you stare at the scene infront with wide eyes filled to the brim with awe and amazement for you had never seen such a sight like this.

this is the place between day and night, reality and imagination and ah, dangerous, but these adjectives can be used to describe the man next to you too and you know that as long as you are within ranpo's reach, he would find a way to always protect you so why not enjoy the moment?

"is this where you come to every night?" your voice sounds soft and quiet admist the rowdy crowd and ranpo nods, driving further and away from the small show which stole your attention.

"well not every night but most nights." ranpo corrects you, humming in disinterest as he perhaps only spared a single glance to the various stuff going on and continued on driving till he found what he was searching for ; the heart of the side show. you never bothered to ponder about how those people would feel who don't have ranpo's green pupils on them for the majority of the time they are with him, you'll never be one of them anyway so why worry about something so trivial according to ranpo.

in exactly the middle of the empty roads used for today's side show stood many, many people and behind them just as many cars were parked.

ranpo picks your abandoned leather jacket and placed it on your shoulders and none of you miss the way he lets his fingertips drag across your skin while doing so yet none of you speak about it as well. he leaned close to you; you gulped when you felt his chest brush against your arm as he moved to open the door on your side for you before sitting properly again and taking the plastic bag still filled with snacks due to the quantity he bought them in, placing them on the back seats once again.

"out." ranpo grins as he commanded you and you chuckle, feeling a lot better and once again internally appreciating ranpo for having this effect on you which can make you feel better when with him no matter how sad you were before, dropping the lollipop stick on the ground before you stepped on it, stepping out of the porche.

the cold air hits your skin and litters it with goosebumps and you waste no time in wearing your leather jacket again, it certainly did help your upper torso from being attacked by the merciless cold breezes. ranpo steps out of the car, and you feel him inhaling a deep breath before he begins walking over to you and pulled you closer to him by the back of your leather jacket.

he stood behind you and encircled your waist with his arms, pulling you closer to him and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, sighing in content, clasping his hands together to have you caged against him.

"shit, today's preety chilly, you sure you won't freeze, my dumb girl? want me to warm you up?" ranpo teased but you did not answer, rather your focus was stolen by the people who cheered as they circled something.

"what's happening over there?" your curiosity can't be hidden as you tilt your head back to look up at ranpo.

"wanna see? let me feed your curiosity, dumb girl." ranpo whispered, there is this urge in him to touch you and so he does by separating his joined hands, he raised his hand to your neck and trailed his middle finger down your throat before sighing as if annoyed by whatever intrupted him, which in this case happened to be his desire to give you everything and anything you ask for, ranpo's hand came to rest on your hip as he pulled you alongside him towards the circle of people to let your eyes drown in the scene unfolding.

but he knows you won't be paying your utmost attention to the scene as his thumb is rubbing circles on your hip, pressing hard against the fabric of the skirt to let you be aware of his movements, and if you didn't look at the scene in front, you would have certainly fed ranpo's satisfaction by looking flustured, the way he likes it.

there were two cars -- again, you didn't know a single thing about them but that didnt stop you from admiring the way they were drifting -- the entire scene looked so cool with dust flying off with the circular motion of the car, the first car had some kind of gang flag on it which waved when the wind hits it while from the second car, a guy hanged from the window of the passenger's seat, waving his hand to get the crowd to cheer on, looking like a dj who is controlling the beats with his hand only, this place is far more exciting then a club can ever be.

your lips parted in awe and ranpo who didn't deem the scene as amazing or wonderful as you as he rather preferred to stare down at you and your amusing expressions, didn't waste any time before he gently shoved his finger inside your mouth, leaning near you to whisper,

"i can see the admiration in your eyes, does this look cool to your dumb brain, hm?" ranpo whispered in your ear, voice dropping down a few octaves yet again as he couldn't help but chuckle a bit when you swirled your tongue around his finger before he jerked it out of your mouth, reaching between your thighs and rubbing his finger between your thighs before once again backhugging you as he placed his chin on your shoulder.

"can you do this too?" you ask, eyes not daring to look away from the cars infront of you for only one reason, you don't have the courage to look at ranpo whose head is tilted towards you.

"i can do much cooler stuff." ranpo scoffed, finding your words offending in a playful way and he made sure to let you realise it by biting down on your shoulder, the warm and wet feeling of his teeth lightly sinking on your shoulder made you gasp and your eyes wandered around to see if anyone noticed or not but a fact you aren't aware of is that even if someone did notice you two, they chose to pretend not to for as sweet and caring ranpo is to you he is just as dangerous and arrogant to the others.

"eyes at the front or are you too dumb to do this?" the low tone of his made your stomach churn with desire as you felt yourself grow embarrassed for liking the way he talks to you, the wetness between your legs becoming even more evident to you.

"how dare you, my dumb girl, compare me to these idiots? are you trying to live up to your nickname?" ranpo's hot breath hitting the shell of your ear is something you never knew could turn you on but then again, with ranpo, normal logic disappears to give way to desire.

the dust flying caused by the cars flew into your eyes and you hissed, closing your eyes and instinctly taking a step back, ass bumping into ranpo's crotch slightly.

"can't even trust you to stay safe. my dumb girl really can't function without me, can she?" ranpo rasped out, grabbing your nape with his hand gently and guiding you to tilt your head up to see your eyes painfully screwed shut and with a tut leaving his lips, ranpo's fingerpad trailed from your cheekbone to your temple as he caressed it.

"open your eyes, sweet girl." ranpo sweetly instructed, he knew how to push you absolutely over the edge, picking at you one moment and then caressing you the next, giving you absolutely everything at your fingertip then snatching it from you till you had begged him enough, satisfied him enough.

upon opening your teary eyes due to the dust particles entering your eyes, you definitely didn't think the sight greeting you would be the visibility of desire in the form of blush on ranpo's cheeks nor his teeth pressing down on his bottom lip.

how cute you look, looking up at him with so much trust and admiration as if you trust him with your life, as if you are a worshipper looking up at her god. you were absolutely essential for ranpo and his ego, he feasted upon you and your awe for him.

ranpo, unlike you, doesn't relish or tries to find replicated pleasure and happiness in alcohol but he can understand your occasional dependency on them for he feels the addiction he has with your praises and wooing you with his intelligence to be the same you feel towards alcohol.

you blinked a few times to get the dust out of your eyes before ranpo decided to tease you by blowing at your eyes, his warm breath hitting your eyelid made your heart stop before it unexpectedly thumped in your chest, hearing ranpo snicker only made you clench your thighs together to feel the very short lasting moment of pleasure, to add to the arousal beginning to demand your attention are ranpo's eyes which stared down as you gulped before you parted your lips to let out the words which your desire and carnal dominated mind lured you into speaking,

"why are you so offended? maybe you should show me if you really are better then them." were you adding gasoline to the fire of desire or to the passion in your own heart? you aren't sure.

but ranpo was.

your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to restrain a smile from spreading onto your lips was a give away that you are begging for him to put you in your place.

"your mouth should be opened only to sing praises for me." ranpo pretended to sigh tiredly before he stood straight, his fingers clasping around your forearm as he began to pull you away from the crowd and towards his car, he glanced at you over his shoulder, smirking arrogantly when he saw the small ounce of confusion swirling in your eyes, "what? as you said, i will show you why you sing praises for me."

you bite your bottom lip but only nod, excited yet you wondered how and what he would do and like the gates of a dam being busted open, ranpo suddenly became aware of the sweatbeads on his nape which trailed down slowly, the expression on your face looked so sweet for him to not ruin. no, he had to ruin it, ruin you. and hence, ranpo increased his pace, dragging you with him.

once his car was in his vicinity, ranpo didn't waste a second in unlocking the car, opening the passenger's door and nearly pushing you inside it, your back hits the seat and you gulp again, if ranpo could take away your nervousness then he is also the one who can install nervousness ten times greater then the previous one in you.

he grabbed the roof of the car with his hand and leaned down to look at you, still smirking though the traces of frustration could be seen peeking out behind his very practiced and perfected lazy looking eyes.

"inside the car and don't make me repeat myself." ranpo gritted his teeth, smirking angrily, most likely due to the pain of his sudden restriction of movements and appearance of boner after seeing your leather jacket sliding off your shoulder, your clueless eyes on him making him feel as if he is the only one alive right now, lord, it's all too much for him to not loose control.

upon feeling strands of your hair falling infront of your hair and blocking your vision, you try to blow on it and that's all ranpo needed to be pushed over the realm of his self control.

"fuck," ranpo tilted his head back, breathlessly chuckling, aware of the desire pulsating through his body and its bony and nimble fingers trailing up and down ranpo's chest before stopping at his lower abdomen.

ranpo had practically slammed the car door shut as he hurried to walk and enter the driver's seat, carelessly and loudly closing the door on his side too before putting the keys in the ignition of the car.

he stepped on the pedal but your mind did not allow you to focus on the details of how ranpo began to driver further straight, away from the crowd for all you could focus on was the dent in his pants, the wetness between your own panties and the short living pleasure you are getting from bouncing one of your legs while your thighs are clenched together.

he always does this, ranpo is not a man of seduction but the god of arousal, he isn't a mere human who teases you here and there and leaves you to pleasure yourself at night with your imagination, he makes sure to toy with your carnal desires to such an extent that it becomes painfully obvious, you become desperate to an embarrassingly high degree and makes sure your desires for him clutch you in such a way that your measly imagination couldn't even touch the walls of satisfaction in you, the walls which will only be broken when ranpo himself decides to initiate and leave his touches on you.

like a snake, ranpo parks the car, pulling the key out before he got out of it, not even looking at you because how can he when he is in immediate need of fresh and cold air hitting and controlling his hot and sweaty skin. the fire of desire only increased however and so did his frustration caused by arousal when he saw you still sitting in the car, eyes following his every move as you waited for his instructions and as much as his heart swelled at how adorably you behave, his dick throbbed just as painfully and demanded his attention, demanded to be shoved into you and make you cry out.

ranpo doesn't waste time in walking over to your side, grabbing the door handle with his slightly shivering fingers and pushing the door open to see you, he grabs you thigh to pull you towards him, the feeling of his fingers around your thigh makes you unconsciously clench your thighs and by this gesture of your shyness infront of him, you had also trapped his hand between both of your thighs.

"out now, preety girl. i'll make you scream tonight." ranpo doesn't claim but predicts the future, your future which he has written.

you step out of the car, almost leaping out with the way ranpo was pulling your thigh, only leaving your skin when you had stepped out of the car and immediately crashes his lips on yours, pushing you against the door of the car to close it by using your body weight as the force as his greedy hands extends upwards to fondle with your boobs; you gasp, then try to push your clevage forwards more and giving him an open invitation to play with you however way he might want to.

ranpo's teeth lightly grazes your bottom lip before he licked it and began to suck on it.

ranpo did not separate from your mouth but pulled you away from the car door by taking steps backwards, hands latched onto your waist to make sure you have no choice but to be extremely close to him and for that you had to walk with him too, with each step he took back, he made you take a step forward -- in perfect harmony.

it was when ranpo felt his back hitting against the hot hood of his car when he separated from your mouth, a thin trail of saliva connecting both of your lips before ranpo leaned in again to peck your lips.

in the short moment in which he spared you with mercy, you were able to, from your peripheral vision, make out that you two are currently standing at a deserted spot and not many would come here judging by the poor conditions of the streetlights, many of which aren't even working.

not that anyone would want to miss the side show to come to this abandoned area but when has ranpo ever been just a mere 'anyone', ranpo's thinking starts where the thinking of a normal humans ends, there are no limits to him and his intellect.

"gonna be a good girl for me?" ranpo's lips brush past yours with each word he spoke, raising his eyes to peek up at your expression but not bothering to raise his head and move away from the comfort of your lips molding against his had made you hump against his leg between your thighs for the man had been leaning back on the hood of the car with only one purpose -- to check when the temperature of the hood dropped enough to deem comfortable for you.

you could only hum in response as the man had you in a chokehold ; in his chokehold but to ranpo's ears, your hum sounded a bit too close to a whine and it made blood rush to his dick once again, urging for his immediate attention.

fortunately for ranpo, the hood had dropped the temperature and he immediately, without a warning, turned you two around to shift your positions.

"then fucking show me." ranpo almost growled, hands abandoning your waist to grab your hip and twirl you, turning you around before he placed his palm flat against your back and pushed you down on the hood of his car.

your chest pressed against the hood of the car or how anyone coincidently walking in could catch you two in this position was the least of your concern; ranpo pushed your skirt up and immediately chuckled at the wetness evident through your laced panties, finger hooking the waistband but he doesn't pull on it yet.

"be a good girl for me and take it all, yeah?" ranpo makes sure to hear your opinion before he begins, mind not too clouded by desire to turn a deaf ear to your feelings.

"please, give it to me, give it all. you know i can take it." you beg once the moderate hotness of the hood began to inflict pleasure on whatever part of your upper body is exposed.

"yeah, my dumb girl can take me, i am sure." ranpo growled again, primitive stage of carnal desires taking over his entire body and he leaned forwards, you could feel the shape of his painfully erected cock on the back of your thigh as ranpo had leaned forwards and towards your ear, "and even if she can't, i'll make her take me, yeah? would you like that?"

ranpo's lip part to let his wet appendage out, licking the shell of your ear and allowing you to feel the sensation of his warm tongue which left your ear shell wet and immediately the same spot which ranpo licked was attacked by the merciless cold breezes of the night, coating your ear with a slight coldness.

you were not sure to whether appreciate the warm hood under you which embraces your body or ranpo's light and feather like nibbling on your earlobe or if you should try to wiggle a bit and use your luck, seeing if you could feel the shape of his shaft on your asscheeks but before you could even apply your luck, ranpo grunted, a hand reaching down to hold the back of your thigh to hold you in place. any and every movement is painful for him, he could feel your skirt brushing against his groin as his hypersensitivity only raised and raised.

ranpo hisses through his gritted teeth, hands slithering along your skin from the plush of your ass to your inner thigh to incredibly close to your cunt, just near the hem of your panties.

"please fuck me ranpo!" your voice raises, begs after begs leaving your lips were the gasoline fueling ranpo's fire of his ego and desire and in just one yet precise movement, ranpo pulled your panties down, letting them hang on your knees as he looked down to see your slick evident on them, he snickered yet again, never getting bored of your pathetic display of desire for him, rather, with each time ending, he craves more and more for the next one. be it in any way, sexual or romantic.

ranpo's fingertip, is cold like the rest of his finger, courtesy of the chilly night wind, it glides easily against your already wet cunt, tracing the outline of your outer lips before he enters the same cold finger inside of your entrance, letting you feel the coldness clinging onto his finger and letting your cunt warm it as he thrusts in and out of you.

a moan breaks through you, the initial intrusion inside your wet and hot cunt bringing you nothing but pleasure on a high scale which only increases at an impressing rate when ranpo adds in a second finger.

both the fingers -- the index and middle finger thrusts in you, curling and twisting inside to produce more and more pleasure to you only for the result which consists of you shamelessly moaning out his name, crying out in pleasure, begging him to not stop, to utterly ruin you to his liking.

and it is when ranpo begins to strech you out by scissoring you that you realise the man behind you is the owner to deep, deep patience and self control because if only you could look over your shoulder, you would be able to see how hard ranpo is glaring down, mesmerized by his two digits knuckles deep in you before he pulls them out to see your slick and wetness running down the length of his fingers and onto his palm.

a particular breeze hitting your bare cunt had made you gasp and ranpo took the chance to tease you, leaning down, pulling his fingers out till only the tip was inside you, he had tilted his head down to whisper in your ear, lips brushing your earlobe.

"you look cold, let me warm you up, yeah? you want me to warm you up, dumb girl?" ranpo chuckled when you nodded for he could just close his eyes and picture your reaction but nevertheless, he did what he wanted to push you over the edge as the live reactions you showed are always better then when he lets his imagination run free and loose.

ranpo thrusted both of his fingers inside you again, the squelching sound as your cunt drowned his fingers in it made you bite your lip, your brain not exactly realizing how filthy you two would look to anyone accidently walking in for whenever ranpo worked on you, he did it in such way where your attention would be only on him and the pleasure he inflicts on you

his other hand which was on your back till now to ensure it was arched properly, left its spot on the centre of your back to fiddle with his belt.

you heard the metal click, then felt ranpo pulling his fingers out and wiping them on your inner thigh and only a matter of one minute later, your body shuddered in excitement for his tip rubbed against your edges, trying to gather as much slick as it could to work in the place of lube to ensure that extra safe entry inside you because even if ranpo liked seeing you choke on his dick, stutter absolute nonsense while being on his dick and cry as he fucks you, ranpo only likes it when he knows those acts are done due to the unbearable pleasure, not pain.

for as cold ranpo is to others, he is just as attentive to you; for as uninterested ranpo is with the way his family runs their business, with the way the eyes of most higher class people and successful companies are on him, he is just that interested in you and knowing about your day even if most are the same boring routine.

for just the same way he is seen as a desirable bachelor in the upper class society, ranpo desires you the same way, lusts after you the way many lust over him.

and the way humankind loves to be treated as god, to walk into mouths of danger and doom in the name of betterment of the human race, ranpo loves you the same way.

"please fuck me ranpo! please let me forget about everything else but your dick inside me . . . please do me, i just wanna be your's tonight!" your begging reaching ranpo's ears were the symphony of angels themselves, you were the world class maestro and ranpo was the spectator, always at awe of you and the way you controlled the orchestra which is him, his mind, his heart, his soul.

you hadn't noticed him rubbing his dick on your inner thigh, too absorbed in your begging, your act of submission, your desire to please him until you felt him ramming inside you with such force that it made you jerk forwards.

"for tonight? preety girl is so fucking focused on wanting to get fucked that she forgot how to speak? yeah?" ranpo tsked, hand coming up to grab both of your wrist and pinning them above your head, on the hood of the car as he thrusts in and out without a break for even a single second because ranpo is just as cruel as he is kind.

just as insecure as he is arrogant and just as inexperienced in love as mature in life.

your cheek planted against the hood of the expensive car, wrists pinned above your head and ranpo's free hand reaching forwards to rub your clit with a touch so gentle that you can't even feel it fully is making sure you don't stop, moaning after moaning, whimpers after whimpers and cries after cries, you are the instrument ranpo is intended on performing the entire night and this mini concert of him for him should not be stopped for even a moment.

well not atleast till you are not you but a putty under ranpo, tired beyond understanding but still not giving up on chanting praises directed to him.

"you are not mine for tonight only. you are mine today, tomorrow and forever. ya hear me, you dumb thing? you belong to me, your place is beside me till i take my last breath. have it drilled into your dumb little mind." ranpo gritted out and his thrusts also got harder, violent and quicker, the force of them was enough to jerk your body forwards before he suddenly slows down, opting for slow yet deep thrusts.

his tip hits that one gummy spot which has you nearly screaming and with the next thrust, his rubbing on your nub got faster, ranpo dropped his head on your shoulder, lips next to your mouth to let you hear his gasps and pants, the sound sounding even more hotter when combined with the wet and skin on skin sounds.

ranpo's grip on your wrists tightened and he leaned his head down to bite down on your shoulder again but he didn't bother to be gently or playful now, oh no, this time it's his raw desires which will be left imprinted on your skin for days so that whenever your eyes fall on this mark, this stamp of his ownership on you, you can't help but think of tonight and desperately try your best to re live this night but both him and you know that only he can give you the same pleasure again.

ranpo's thrusts are precise, he knows when to go fast and when to slow down to make sure you loose your mind, letting you get close to having an orgasm and as he felt your walls clenching around his cock, he stopped for a few seconds before restarting his thrusts in a slower pace.

"please, please, let me cum! ranpo, pleas -- aah." to put an end to your begging for he knows he won't be listening to them now, ranpo had sinked his teeth down on the side of your neck, making you moan in pain due to being bitten but the pleasure of his tongue which worked at the same time to dampen your skin.

"dumb girl only cares about cumming huh? well, sweet girl, i have sad news for you." ranpo speaks against your neck with faux sadness though the grin on his face showed he is anything but sad, "you don't get to cum till i say so, you will listen to me right? you will listen and continue to be my good girl right?" ranpo croaked out.

"y-yeah." you sniffed, the way you could feel yourself reaching the edge, the knot of your stomach about to come undone many times only for ranpo to stop, to snatch your bliss away from you before giving you the same bliss again and once again, snatching it. it's like a game for him, watching your eyes roll back and lips part open as your pussy clenches tightly around him before he plays his mean joke to watch you practically deflate like a balloon only for him to inflate you again.

it was pleasurable but frustrating too, leading tears to pool in your eyes, lips pouty as you gasped and whimpered and this was the sight that ranpo deemed as a delight, the coolness for his eyes, to see you so bothered because of him, for him.

and finally, after rejecting you of your orgasm for the fourth time, ranpo finally decided to have pity on you only because he wanted to cum too and watch you loose your mind over him.

he hoists one of your legs upwards so that your knee is planted on the hood of the car, knowing his dumb girl is too fucked and deep in pleasure to balance herself and so he takes it upon himself to make sure you remain in this new position by having a firm grip on the back of your knee, nails digging into your skin and leaving crescent marks but he knows you like it.

he has observed you tracing your fingers over the many marks he leaves on you with a shy smile on your face.

ranpo's thrust in this new position had you seeing stars and digging your nails into your palm, filling his time repeatedly abuse your g-spot, your body jerked forwards as you cry his name out, ranpo's hand holding your leg left you on your own.

"my good girl, hold yourself like this yeah?" he instructed and once he saw you nod though he doubts you had actually heard him properly, ranpo's hand wandered down to flick your bud before he rubbed it with his thumb, quickly and with urgency for nothing sounded more better then watching your body shake as you heavily orgasm around his cock, coating it with your cum.

"ranpo! ah, ah i am cumming ranpo! ranpo!" you close your eyes, moaning out as the knot in your stomach is stronger then ever and if you don't release this, you'll practically loose the strength in your body. the way his thumb rubbed your clit and the way his thrusts hitted at such an angle that that hitted your g-spot with gurantee had caused your voice to increase its frequency, your moans and mewls swallowing any other sound just the same way your pussy swallowed his dick.

"cum for me, now." ranpo demanded and this was the last tug on the knot in your stomach before it snapped in half and you loudly moaned, cumming hard.

your entire body shook but your lips remained parted as drool dripped down your chin and onto the expensive hood of his car, normally, you would be too nervous to even slam the door of his car yet now the nervousness and concerns don't appear in your brain for all your brain chooses to focus on is ranpo's grunts and soft gasps as he slams in and out of you, his hip hitting against your ass.

ranpo leans his mouth down to litter your shoulder which is the most accessible for him, with kisses as his thrusts are merciless and have an air of urgency to them.

he thrusts into you whose body went limp after the strong orgasm as if relaxing and trying to overcome the intense pleasure, again, inhaling sharply as thick ropes of white liquid shoots out of his cock and paints your walls as if painting you, his grip on your wrist tightening even more painfully and you feel like your bones will crack if not break if his grip tightness any more now.

"my good girl, so good for me." ranpo breaths out, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he cums, a soft whine relasing from his lips.

ranpo remained buried inside you for a minute or two before pulling out, pupils dilated at the sight of your pussy dripping with his cum mixed with your's, it was as if this sight is hypnotizing him; ranpo swiped some of the dripping cum with his index finger before stuffing it inside you and pulling your panties up.

"don't take it off, if you do, i'll teach you a lesson infront of everyone." the warning leaving his lips is humilatingly arousing as ranpo pulls you up by pulling your hair, turning you by your hip to face him again.

"you don't want anyone else seeing how dumb you are on my cock, do you?" ranpo raises his eyebrows, looking down at you with a smirk and something about the sight of you shaking your head, still barely in your senses with sweat covering your face made you look so cute and sweet that ranpo had no choice but to give in to his desire and lean down to kiss you, cupping your jaw and caressing it with him thumb before grabbing your jaw tightly.

"let me show ya just how better i am then those idiots you found cool and how better i am then that dumb old daddy dearest of your's." ranpo whispered against your lips, pecking it then abusing your lips by sucking on your bottom lip before he separated from you begrudgingly and guiding you towards the passenger's seat by your jaw which he hadn't released from his grip till now.

once you were seated inside the car, ranpo leaned inside to kiss the part he had in his grip, grabbing your hand and gently massaging your palm with his thumb.

"be my good girl, you always are, but still be on your best behavior, gonna take you back to mine and pamper you now, you gonna let me, preety girl?" ranpo had leaned a bit back to look at your face, admiring it like he does every time he meets you before staring into your eyes for his eyes speaks to your's on a level so intimate that it could not be described in words.

"if it isn't a bothe-" your words remained at the tip of your tongue when ranpo leaned in to peck your lips before he made himself clear.

"you are never a bother but my passion, not even a responsibility, ya hear me? you are my fucking passion. you will never be a bother to me ever so get it drilled in your preety, dumb brain."

you may have just been under ranpo just a few seconds ago, moaning and whimpering, but it's these gentle actions of his which actually gets you bashful to no limits for this is when the fragments of the wall he built for the world to perceive crumbles down, leading you to see the real ranpo edogawa in all his flesh and glory, the raw realness of the man who is hidden behind thick walls.

ranpo sighs fondly, gently flickering your forehead before he leans in again to capture your lips against his, addicted and at the mercy of his heart which follows you around like a lost puppy for ranpo edogawa has always been the man who bows down when in love.

and you have always been the one to make sure the ground beneath him is clean before he bowed to you because this is who you are at your core, ranpo's good girl.

━━━━━━━ 💋 end.

#bsd #bsd smut #bsd ranpo #ranpo edogawa #bungou stray dogs ranpo #ranpo x you #ranpo x reader #bsd edogawa rampo #rampo #bsd rampo #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs fanfic #ranpo smut #bungou stray dogs x you #bungou stray dogs x reader #Spotify #bsd fanfic #bsd x y/n #ranpo x y/n #bsd x female reader

[wwouldvecouldveshouldve]

you... huh.

how bsd men will react when they find out you hide important things between your boobs. THIS IS SUCH AN INTERESTING REQUEST!!!

[ ft. fyodor, chuuya, and ranpo ]

I love that you put Fyodor for a request like this

First things first, Fyodor probably realized without any particular reveal on your part. He was a logical guy, and the least he could do was appreciate the logic on your part (he appreciates your boobs, too). Maybe if he got drunk (uncommon, but not impossible if it's with you) he'd ask for your car keys but take them himself. To be honest, he wouldn't react much, but he'd certainly take advantage of the option. Still... he's important to you, isn't he? (pls that was a dirty joke if you don't get it look at the first sentence and the keyword important things between you boobs)

Chuuya does not see it coming. When he sees it happen, he looks away fricking immediately and does not say. a. word. The woman was too stunned to speak type thing. Anyways, he at first starts to offer to carry things for you. He could easily protect you or hold your things any day, so there's no need for you to hide anything or hold anything when he's around! This precious man tries harder to be useful <33 If he sees you doing it in front of him again, he'll try and hold it himself, but that just makes things more awkward, so you two really just go silent for a little while afterward.

Of course he'd figure that shit out quickly. He'd probably even ask to hide candy with you a lot but not actually say shit about it. He more so takes it as a "You can carry all that around like that, so carry me everywhere too!" You really just become a professional carrier for his stuff, but some other days he'll demand piggy-back rides or to be carried princess style around the office (lowkey the best days).

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Sorry this was short! I'm wavering between a few obsessions right now, and then just my damn schedule is PACKEDDD with dumbass things, so I usually write my stuff pretty late (I live in California).

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #ranpo #rampo #ranpo edogawa #ranpo bsd #ranpo x reader #edogawa ranpo x reader #chuuya bsd #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky #fyodor bsd #fyodor x reader #bungou stray dogs fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bsd fyodor

[j11nko]

silly boy hours

#shoutout to ranpo for carrying the ada #j11nko art #bsd #bsd fanart #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #digital art #bungou stray dogs fanart #bungo stray dogs fanart #ranpo #bsd ranpo #ranpo edogawa #bungou stray dogs ranpo #edogawa ranpo #rampo #bsd edogawa rampo #bsd rampo

[ezelium]

Chasing after warm nights ; Edogawa Ranpo.

CONTENT: cuddling with ranpo because he's cold.

WARNINGS: short fic / oneshot ,, cuddling ,, GN!reader ,, fluff. just fluff ,, established relationship ,, not proofread ,, new writer ,, possibly ooc ranpo ,, even though its mostly about you i think ,, idk what else

GENRE: fluff

WC: 384 ∘ 2,133 characters

A/N: hello this is a very old post. please don't read i literally hate this...... (the "very old" is like. two months ago)

it was nearing 2 am, on a cold and breezy winter night. you needed 3 blankets just to keep yourself warm, tonight was freezing opposed to yesterdays weather which was sunny. sleep still hadn't found your way, but you were drowsy. next to you was a sleeping detective- no, the world's best detective. he was snoring very lightly, chest going up and down in a steady manner.

ranpo looked absolutely adorable when he slept, and you loved it. whenever you couldn't sleep, you'd just stare at his face and drown in cuteness. his face was cute, you always found it cute. today was no different. hell, you wanted to give him a kiss right now but you didn't want to interrupt his slumber. the last thing you noticed before turning to the other was that you wrapped almost the entirety of the blanket around you, which left ranpo with some half-assly covered blanket. you paid it no mind; surely he'll be fine!

finally, some sleep. you finally fell aslep.

...

and then you wake up. after a few minutes. minutes. however, you feel something clinging onto your back and trying to shift the heavy blankets on you, pulling and tugging them. after turning your head to look over your shoulder, you came to the conclusion it was your boyfriend (ranpo). he stiffened; making a small 'a' sound upon seeing you move. damnit, he didn't mean to wake you up!

"go back to sleep." he demanded, almost groaning the words out in his sleepy state. it was cold, and he had nothing to warm himself up with. the only response you gave was a small, lazy chuckle that left your throat without you even wanting to.

slowly, you held up the blankets for him to snuggle next to you, which he did with absolutely no hesitation. next thing you know, he was almost climbing on top of you while hugging you, holding you like his life depended on it. ranpo's skin was much colder than yours, damn, was the room that cold? his head kept itself heavy and buried on your chest, making the faintest of smiles creep up on your face. you snaked your arms around his torso and pulled him impossibly closer.

"goodnight," you sighed, near his ear.

"goodnight, my sweet." he purred back.

©ezelium 2024 ﹕ Do NOT steal/plagirize, copy or translate my works.

#bsd #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #ranpo x you #ranpo edogawa #bsd edogawa rampo #bsd fanfic #bsd fluff #bsd ranpo fluff #dividers by benkeibear #ranpo fluff #bsd rampo #rampo edogawa #rampo fluff #edogawa rampo #rampo #ranpo

[urlranpo]

Boyfriend Ranpo | Bungo Stray Dogs

a/n These are just some general headcanons. I'm sorry for making this so long, sometimes I just have a lot to say about a character. Especially Ranpo because he's like one of my favorite characters. enjoy!

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It looks like it's so hard to fall for Ranpo with his cocky attitude and childish behaviors, but somehow, it's so much easier than it seems.

He will know you have a crush on him before you do, but he won't say anything about it. He's still unsure about his feelings for you. Does he like you, or does he like the attention you give him?

He might be a little shit, but he wants to be fair to you.

It might take a while, and some courage, but he'll eventually come to the conclusion that he does like you. How you ever put up with him in the first place is a mystery, but he's grateful for your patience.

One day he just decides that you're his and announces it, and of course, you're confused af.

What's the problem? You like him, he likes you, it only makes sense the two of you go out, right?

You're not opposed in the slightest, but it's very sudden. And he knew you liked him?? Of course, he knew, but still could've said something sooner.

You might have to have a private talk with him later, and surprisingly he's very serious and admits that he's liked you for a while, he just wasn't sure how to approach it since he was new to all this.

When the two of you start officially dating, it's almost like nothing has changed between the two of you. He gives you more attention than anyone else, but he was already doing that before you were dating.

There is one thing that has become different, though. As much as he's extroverted and boisterous in front of everyone else, when you're alone with him, he's somehow shyer than you remember.

Like said before, he's new to all this. He doesn't entirely understand romantic relationships, so he would appreciate a little push here and there, but most importantly, patience.

Ranpo will eventually get used to being in a loving relationship with you, and he won't be as awkward when you're alone. In fact, he becomes 20x clingier.

Your first kiss with him was very spontaneous. The only thing you were doing was talking about your day, and Ranpo comes out of nowhere and leans into to give you the softest kiss of your life. With all the sugar he eats and drinks, his lips feel like pillows. And of course, he acts oblivious about it.

He's very affectionate with you and shamelessly displays that affection in public. Why should he care what anyone else thinks? He adores you and he can't help it when he's "y/n attention deficit." When he does it at the ADA, he get numerous groans, but he doesn't care. He basically runs the place anyways.

Very reluctantly, Ranpo will share his treats with you. But you're the only person who is allowed to touch his candy and know where he stashes it. Loves it when you feed him his candies, saves him some of the work of unwrapping them.

A fun hobby of his is teasing you. There's nothing that makes him giddier than seeing your flushed face when teases you. You look so cute, and the fact that he can get such a reaction from you is stunning.

Isn't the type to be big on taking you on fancy dates. He honestly believes any quality time with you is a date. So, more likely than not, you're going to be the one to do any date planning if you're into that. Unless you push him (or Fukuzawa tells him he needs to treat you better) Ranpo won't usually plan any dates.

He will introduce you to both Fukuzawa and Yosano if you haven't already met them. They're the two people who feel the most like family to him and it's important that you all get along.

He will do everything in his power to protect you. Now, Ranpo isn't the strongest in the agency, but he is the smartest. Many of his decisions are meant to, not only keep the ADA and city protected, but to keep you safe.

Honestly, Ranpo doesn't know how he'll handle it if you were to get hurt. He would blame himself forever because he knows there's probably something he could have done to prevent it. So, make sure to reassure him if at all possible because you will get hurt sometimes, but it's in no way shape or form his fault. He can't control everything no matter how much he thinks he can.

Serious arguments aren't a common occurrence between the two of you. Most fights are over something stupid that aren't that deep. The "angriest" Ranpo has ever been with you was when you ate the last of one of his favorite candies. He sulked all day and refused to talk to you until you got him some new ones.

If there ever was a serious argument, he wouldn't exactly know how to deal with it. He doesn't like fighting with you at all. If he's the one that caused the problem, he becomes timid and would give you a moment to cool down before he apologized with his hat in his hands.

But if you were the one who caused it, he would be a little bit of a dick ngl. He would use his logic and just take you down a peg. He doesn't really realize he's being mean until the two of you take breather away from each other.

After it all, no matter who's fault it was, all Ranpo wants to do is be held. You both can talk or watch tv, he doesn't care as long as you're cuddling.

Overall, Ranpo might be a little conceited and a bit of a know-it-all brat, but he's your brat that you're stuck with forever. He could never imagine himself with anyone else.

Smut Below

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He's an enigma when it comes to the sexual stuff.

Ranpo has never been too experienced in the romantic department, so he's definitely not well versed in intimacy either. But he's not completely clueless.

He knows of some things, and there were countless amounts of people he's met on his cases that tried to get him in bed.

Always thought it wouldn't be a big deal to have sex, but when he realized he loved you, he became a little nervous. He might need a little bit of a guiding hand. He'll try and be the guide if, you, yourself, are a virgin, but he can't promise he'll be the greatest.

Like with all things, however, he learns. He takes note of everything you like and what makes your body jump. And before long, he's an expert when it comes to making sure your needs are being met and more.

Ranpo is more of a switch leaning sub than anything. He can fill either role, but he likes being taken care of the most. It's just in his nature.

When he's subbing, he can be a bit of brat at times, just begging to be shut up. And he does shut up real fast when you punish him. You never heard someone whine like he does. It's pretty cute.

Sometimes he just needs you to take care of him, though. It can be stressful when he has to make difficult decisions while working cases, so just release all that built up stress for him please.

Then there's the times where he's in control and takes revenge on you. He'll tease you until you cry, whether it's with his words or his tongue. As impatient as he is when you tease him, he somehow switches it up when it comes to teasing you.

Easily, he could spend hours working you up, just to rip away your chance of orgasm last second. He can read your body like the back of his hand, so it's no problem for him.

Huge on oral fixation and oral in general.

When it comes to his oral fixation, he loves to just suck on your tiddies. Small or big, he doesn't care as long as he has a nipple in his mouth. And he may or may not enjoy marking up your chest in hickeys. Somedays he's bold enough to go a bit higher and leave them on your neck. If anyone asks about them, he acts like he has no idea what they're talking about.

And then he just straight up loves oral. #1 enthusiast for both ways. Spending hours in between your thighs is a dream for Ranpo. He loves the way you taste. Says you're the sweetest thing he's ever had.

When he's receiving, he's a little embarrassed because you're sucking on his dick and he's moaning like hell. But god, does he love it. He'll never get over the feeling of your tongue pressed against his tip. It drives him crazy.

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[dazaisbandageschu]

They are so cute...♡

#anime #bsd #fanart #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #dazai #chuuyabsd #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungou stray dogs #bsd fukuzawa #president fukuzawa #ranpo #bds ranpo #bsd rampo #rampo

[venelona]

I got super sick so decided to catch up with Bungo Stray Dogs and oh boi we're really in it now

also i still can't believe Odasakuman is a thing

#anime #bungou stray dogs #bsd #atsushi #atsushi nakajima #bsd atsushi #odasakuman #dazai #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd rampo #rampo #rampo edogawa #suehiro tecchou #bsd tecchou #the moment i saw him i was like 'oh no im gonna love him' and I WAS SO RIGHT #also nothing describes me better than 'mediocre man being desperate' #spoilers #bsd season 5 #bsd season 3 #bsd wan #bsd spoilers #i love how i previously watched first 3 seasons #so i watched wan first and it was all cute and stuff #AND THEN SEASONS 4 AND 5 HIT LIKE A TRUCK

[picturepickle]

March 30, I colored in the sketch :)

#my art #drawing #digital art #artists on tumblr #small artist #bsd fanart #bsd art #bsd ranpo #bsd rampo #bsd edgar allan poe #edgar allan poe #bungou stray dogs fanart #bsd #bungou stray dogs ranpo #ranpo edogawa #ranpo fanart #rampo #rampo edogawa #anime fanart #anime #art

[4channerguy]

tug of war / ranpo edogawa

hello...guys.... oh my god i acutally didn't expect my last fic to gain traction? thank you? anyways this is a repost from my ao3 fic that i am very proud of. its very cute i like it a lot tumblr is fun :^) xoxo (。・∀・)ノ

warnings ✎ : none. just ranpo stealing your blankets i guess. gn reader, pronouns aren't mentioned. ➜ ┊ pairings: ranpo x reader

wc: 592 (short, i know)

it was cold again.

you groggily woke up to nothing on your body, shivering with prickled skin. you look at the alarm clock. it was only 4:06 am. you turn to your side, and much to your avail, ranpo, again, had hogged all of the blankets. wrapped around him, with only the exception of a tuft of hair peeking out. he reminded you of a hamster that had burrowed inside of it’s own bedding. though cute, you were rightfully pissed off. sighing loudly, you nudge ranpo.

“hey…hey!” you shout-whispered. he grunted in response.

“you took all the blankets again,” you whisper. “it’s cold, you need to share.” he grunted again and proceeded to unroll himself half-assedly before going back to sleep.

only a quarter of the blanket was given to you. you accepted the gesture anyway, trying to make do with it, before falling back asleep.

you woke up an hour later.

your body was now dangerously closer to the edge of the bed with nothing on you. again. you seriously had enough of this. determined to get your blanket back, you firmly but gently tugged the blanket that was still cocooned around ranpo. he grumbled in his half-asleep state and resisted. you only kept trying, and finally, out of pure hard work, you were able to gain a better halve of the blanket. feeling weirdly triumphant about your achievement (while ranpo was blissfully unaware) you put it over you carefully and buried yourself in it in delight. you look over at ranpo who had his cheek squished against the pillow, creating a pool of drool on it. you brush his bangs up and kiss him on his forehead. he smiled in his sleep and you suppressed the urge to start aggressively kissing him all over his face. you sighed as your head hit the pillow.

morning hit and you and ranpo collectively trudged towards the kitchen where you made coffee and he made toaster waffles.

“we should get two blankets.” you randomly mention. he raises an eyebrow while rubbing an eye. “what for?” he replies while flicking an eye booger out of his eye. you stare at him.

“you seriously don’t remember last night.”

“uh….nope.”

you turn around as your coffee’s done. “we played a game of tug of war last night.”

“oh really?” he says absentmindedly while trying to pull two of the waffles from the toaster with his bare hands. “shit, ouch.”

you reach towards his hurt hand and kiss it while he pouts. “yeah we did. and it wasn’t fun.” you retort back, sulking. he kisses your hand back and smirks showing his canines. “apologies that i’m such a blanket thief. it’s a…what’s the word…involuntary. yeah, involuntary reflex i can’t control.”

you roll your eyes. “well, your reflex makes me not sleep well. i’d rather not walk into work brain-dead because i fought so many battles with you when i’m trying to sleep. thanks.”

he munches on his now rescued waffle while handing your share to you. you accept.

he nudges you. “i can be your blanket you know? we can, like, share body heat and-”

“please, in your dreams. you know that’ll just cocoon yourself anyways. we tried that before.”

he shrugs. “just giving suggestions. don’t worry about your cute butt anyway, we’ll go to a convenience store and get a blanket. if you promise to get me shrimp chips on the way.”

you sip your coffee and smile. “i promise.”

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 11.24.23, do not repost or translate my content :^)

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[bendydudeinc]

I wanna cry I’m so frustrated with school, only have a month left, and I’m failing out rn 😭😭😭 ANYHOO SMUT AS A DISTRACTION AM I RIGHT??

pairing: gender neutral reader x bsd men

nsfw warning: JUST DIRTY TALKING (no sex) SMUT BARELY ANY PLOT LOL reader is a brat, reader gets called out for masturbating when not allowed, reader gets caught with the scent still on their hands, bsd men with extremely good senses, degradation reader gets called a slut, brat, and bitch

You walked out of the bathroom stall, sighing as you felt just as worked up as before you tried to fix your issue. If anything, attempting to fix the pulsing in your pants on your own had only made it worse.

You had been ordered to not masturbate lately, it was a punishment for talking back and questioning his power over you. Fortunately for you, he was feeling horny has hell during that little incident of yours, and decided that you’d still have sex, but you weren’t allowed to touch yourself until he said otherwise. That had been going on for weeks. You usually didn’t need to fix anything yourself, your boyfriend was amazing in bed, catching onto every detail about your body and what you enjoyed. You saw heaven every time without fail. But today, you couldn’t help it.

You had gone out to assist him in a new mission, apparently there was a rival group spreading information that would not be good for outside ears to hear or make assumptions about. You had excused yourself to the bathroom halfway through. You drew yourself to tears desperately trying to move your hand the way he does to get that release, but you failed. Miserably. You were horny beyond belief all day, but you were in the middle of a job! There’s no fucking way you could have asked him for help without crumbling with shame. You stared into the mirror, splashing your face with cold water after rinsing your hands with soap and water.

You took a deep breath, and walked back out to join your lover at his side as he listened to a young man explaining some gibberish that you couldn’t focus on at all. He thanked the man, who bowed and turned away. He then turned to you, and raised an eyebrow.

“You were in there for a bit, are you feeling ok dear?”

You grinned, and quickly changed the subject like an idiot, “Yeah, I wasn’t feeling too well. It’s all good now, I just needed a few minutes. What new information we got?”

You forgot your boyfriend can see through any of your excuses.

He turned to face you fully, lifting a hand to cup your cheek. “Are you sure? Not burning up or anything?” He moved his hand to the other side of your face, supposedly checking to make sure you weren’t sick. You giggled, putting your hand on his cheek to reciprocate, rubbing your thumb over his smooth skin reassuringly.

“Yes baby, I promise I’m ok.”

His eyes quickly darkened, pulling you close to him with his hand which slid to the side of your neck from your cheek, making you squeal in surprise as you tried to remove your hand from his face. He moved fast as always, gripping your arm and placing your hand back onto his face.

“You’re a lying bitch.”

You blushed, profusely, eyes widening as you cursed yourself for not taking extra precautions. Dammit. How could you have underestimated that from him? You probably subconsciously did it on purpose you slut

“…..I-I don’t..”

His grip on your hand tightened, bringing it to his nose as he looked down into your eyes, breathing in deeply as his nose slowly traced up all the way to your finger tips.

“Mmm. I can smell it on you.” His voice sounded deeper and angry, even in barely a whisper. Adrenaline and pure embarrassment swarmed your tummy as he gently separated each of your fingers, smelling each one at a time while your face just burned warmer and warmer. You saw him break for only a second, eyebrows furrowing, the scent clearly turning him on. He pulled you closer so he could whisper in your ear.

“Don’t you try to get out of this now dear. How was it? Did you work yourself up more for me? Hm? Just so I can break you properly later? You did this on purpose didn’t you? Dirty fucking brat.” His tone was mocking, accentuating his last two words. You felt yourself melting on the inside. He could sense the throbbing in your pants just by being close to you, smirking wildly next to your neck; his lips barely hovering over your skin. He huffed out a small chuckle, sending shivers down your entire body.

“Feel that. Relish the burn and ache for me. We’re going to continue this job, and you’re going to be a good little thing until we get back.”

You caught a breath in your throat, nodding your head. You didn’t want to dig yourself a deeper hole.

His gaze darkens. “Hm? Is that understood? I need to hear an answer, slut.”

“Yes, yes sir I understand.” You managed with a sigh.

“Good. Now-“ He suddenly pulled away and got back to his work, grinning as if he didn’t silently promise to destroy you later. You gulped loud, praying to god that no one in that building witnessed that interaction.

DAZAI, FYODOR, NIKOLAI, Rampo

#bungo stray dogs season 4 #bungou gay dogs #bungou stray dogs #nikolai smut #dazai x reader #dazai smut #osamu dazai #bsd atsushi #bsd ranpo #ranpo smut #fyodor x reader #fyodor smut #dazai osamu #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #dazaibsd #nikolai gogol #bsd nikolai #rampo #bsd rampo

[simp4bsdcharacters]

Ranpo Dating Hcs!! (SFW)

Confession!!

Do I really have to tell you that Ranpo used snacks?

Like, bro went to the store and vandalized the sweet section 😨

Atsushi and Kunikida had to pay for him and Poe and Dazai had to provide the 20$ tip Ranpo gives to the cashier every time he buys sweets (Poe could’ve payed it alone, Dazai just wanted to be useful #cutecriminal)

Ranpo promised to pay them back ( he never did so you had to do it)

he gave you 90% of them (c’mon it’s Ranpo did you expect him to give all of them to you)

Still, he came with 4 big guys bags full of sweets and a huge smirk on his face

Ranpo even put his glasses on for the occasion 😱😱

Why? Bc he had to solve the “Mystery of you stealing his heart”

When you said yes, bro was too happy for his own good <3

Ranpo was jumping up and down, hugging you, screaming

He kept repeating “really?!” until he tripped and fell due to his jumping

And that’s the confession part for you and Ranpo Edogawa!

Dates!!

*sigh* anywhere where you guys can have desserts

Ranpo pay 1/4 times

he isn’t the most romantic guy during dates… always talking like a child (what a surprise)

often just asks you about your life, and brags about how his is so cool and stuff 🙄

but it’s adorable to hear him speak, so let him be ok 😩

sometimes, Ranpo eats so much that he asks you to carry him home?!

like bitch excuse me?!

but you do it anyway, or else he’s going to give you the longest silence treatment ever known to mankind (help I think of AoT whenever I hear the word mankind 😭)

General hcs!!

Scared of the dark

very very scared

If he wakes up, you aren’t here and the lights are off, Ranpo WILL scream at the top of his lungs

”Why did you leave me?! You know I don’t like the dark!!” “Ranpo, I went to get a glass of water” “AND?!?”

Once, you left to go to work very early at like 4 AM

you didn’t tell Ranpo and oh boy was that a bad idea

Poor baby had a panic attack

he called you multiple times

” [Y/N] WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?!??” “Ran’, I’m at w-“ “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME!?!”

He then started crying loudly, making you come back home and comfort him

you had found the whole house in a sorry state

Ranpo moved everything to see if you were hidden behind something, he even checked inside the fridge

Needless to say he was extremely mad at you, holding a tantrum like a kid

Anyway, let’s leave the angst aside

Ranpo loves spending time with you

your conversations are more or less one sided, it’s mostly him talking and you agreeing or not with him

First kiss with him was… sweet

im talking about the taste not the way he acted 😭

Thats all I have to say, don’t attack me 😫

I wrote sm lately idk why 🤷‍♀️

#ranpo bsd #bsd ranpo #ranpo edogawa #bungo gay dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs wan #bungo stray dogs #bungo sd #bsd edogawa rampo #bsd rampo #rampo #bsd #ranpo x reader #ranpo x you #ranpo x y/n

[coradeu]

obsessed w ranpo

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[mixakuu]

This is seriously so cool like what the heck

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[yaotoshiro]

Happy Valentine's Day!

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[goodbye-aliens]

The Untold Origin's Angel Play analysis and why Natsume is Fyodor's Judas (or something like that)

I don't know how much sense this will make, but the play always made me curious and I've been wondering if it might have a connection to future and past events, so here are some ideas. Also, please ignore my wonderful screenshots's quality.

Credit to my friend @keygalley because it was from her that I got the theory that Natsume is "that man".

The play opens with twelve fallen angels (one of them already dead) speculating that they are about to be killed by true angels from heaven. They also speculate that the killer might not be an angel, but one of them.

The middle chair is covered in blood. You could say that a murder has already occurred and it's the one that started this whole discussion of the angels from heaven coming after them in the first place.

The fallen angel who is their leader believes that the punishment is because they fell for adoring humanity, and so they must be purged.

The leader refers to the angels from heven as "gifted," another way of referring to ability users. Fukuzawa himself later calls Rampo this way.

The fallen angels are now mere humans. They dream, they love, they seek fulfillment because their existence is limited. Here I feel this could relate to Fyodor, not because he shares these characteristics, but because he lacks them because here he would represent an angel. For him nothing exists but his mission, that is why he is capable of the greatest atrocities.

Also, in this speech it is said "And we do not regret that decision. To choose one's own way of being is the truest form of the soul". Several theories have already been seen about characters being nothing more than that: characters in a work of fiction struggling against a predetermined destiny. Later it will be seen that there is a similar view on this subject.

Rampo saying "Why doesn't anyone get upset at being forced to sit through a show with such an obvious ending" could have double meaning as the author questioning why we, his audience, are watching BSD in the first place. Basically metafiction, something that is a constant in this play.

If Ranpo points to a random fallen angel as the murderer it is because it is true; that man was the one who committed the first murder that triggers the whole conversation. It is later revealed that the murders were committed among the fallen angels themselves.

“Angels cannot have the fulfillment which is the realm of humanity, and humans are incapable of the supremacy of angels. Those who control humans from the outside and those who enjoy fulfillment on the inside are like an author and their character: never shall they intertwine”. Funny thing to say, because angels and humans do end up intertwining. There are humans who possess angels' powers, in other words, the abilities as we will see later with the phrase: "There are those who, despite being human, have some fragment of angels’ forbidden supremacy". So, if such a comparison is given later in the next paragraph… don't the author and the characters end up intertwining as well? Metafiction, again.

Remember that scene where Nikolai gives his speech about freedom and there is someone writing down his words (maybe in The Book)?

To go against the destiny written by the author, who is your God, is not to be conscious of it and therefore to have these two separate realities intermingle? Is it not, in its very essence, a rebellion against God like that of the fallen angels? Which reminds me of Fyodor's quote about Nikolai:

That the angels then say "And yet... And yet?" seems like a joke.

“Why is everyone watching this play without complaining?” again, metafiction (I'm tired of saying this).

Now, the Leader asks a specific angel to appear before the humans. The Leader knows what this angel wants, so it seems that the angel might have something specific against him.

It could be interpreted that of the 12 initial angels, only one remains: the leader, who was condemned to see how his friends eliminate each other thanks to their new quality of being human.

What does the leader wish to expose about the angel? What sins did this angel commit? Before he could say more, the leader dies.

After all this interpretation, what do Natsume and Fyodor have to do with all this? Their roles in BSD could be represented in the play:

The angel is Fyodor. The murders that occur are between the same fallen angels who betray each other (hello? arc of cannibalism?). This could be one of Fyodor's many strategies to accomplish his goal: to purge the fallen angels who betrayed God. But he tortures the leader in a special way and forces him to watch his friends kill each other, as if he has some special resentment towards the leader, that is, towards Natsume.

The leader is Natsume, for whom this whole work was written. And he might know Fyodor's secrets that could be considered his sins.

Fyodor has talked about only "that man" being able to hurt him, besides now Dazai, and Natsume is referred to as "that man" to my knowledge for two times: in this image and multiple times by Oda in Dark Era.

Rampo says that angels do exist. That angels exist and it is the audience could again be metafiction. In anime it is metafiction, but it could go further as the audience is on a higher plane to the characters, but below God, the author.

This is a reversal story is something that confuses me because it could apply to both the play and the murder. In the murder the roles are reversed because Murakami is not the victim, he is the murderer, and Natsume is not the murderer, he is the victim. Is it just because of this that it is a reversal play or is there more to it? My possible theories about other inversions that the play could represent:

In the past Fyodor lost to Natsume. In the play the angel, Fyodor, kills the only fallen angel left to punish, Natsume.

At the end of the play, the roles are reversed: the angel ceases to be Fyodor to be Natsume and the leader ceases to be Natsume to be Fyodor. In the play, the leader dies, but fakes his own death as Fyodor might do in the future (copium). Also at the end, the leader is referred to as a fallen one, could Fyodor be nothing more than a fallen angel trying to redeem himself by hunting down other traitors to punish them? Something like "crime and punishment are two sides of the same coin".

Now, what Murakami says at the end, could it be Fyodor's realization about his mistakes in a future? As if all his killing really wasn't justified, wasn't for ridding the world of sin, but for selfish motives. And if in the end he looks at everything he has done and looks at the audience, at us, he will discover that in the story his role was not one of a savior, but one of a villain.

And my most bizarre opinion: the characters are an angel who is mentioned and twelve fallen angels. The angel seems to have something against one of the angels in specific: the leader. The angel is Fyodor and the leader is Natsume. Fyodor has been compared to Jesus, the twelve fallen angels are his apostles and the last fallen angel is the man with whom he has a special grudge: Natsume, his Judas.

Now there's only one thing left… what's up with the crucified man at the beginning? Something to note is that while everyone is speculating about the murders, the leader who represents Natsume is observing the crucified man which doesn't necessarily mean that Fyodor was once crucified... but could mean that Natsume is the one to blame for Fyodor's "crucifixion" and that's why Fyodor is resentful with Natsume. Could this be related to exposing the alleged sins of the angel?

Natsume betraying Fyodor in some way could explain why he doesn't trust anyone.

Cat and mouse

I could imagine this whole play as a message from Fyodor to Natsume.

Edit because I added more things to think about:

We don't know why "V" wanted to kidnap Natsume, but we do know they used this play to do so. If we assume that Fyodor belongs to this organization (or used them), then it could mean that he wanted to kidnap Natsume. Also, Murakami said: "The gentleman in the suit rarely appears in public. Apparently, capturing him was one of the objectives." Why did Natsume risk himself to watch this play? Was there something in the plot that caught his attention? Perhaps the plot in this play was known to both Fyodor and him because it was their story.

I never mentioned the play's title because I don't know what to say about it. The name is "The Day is a Dream, the Night is Real". It's the play's name therefore it has to be important but... why? Yes, like in the play, a crime that was only fiction became a reality, but... that's all?

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