— ANGO

"you are such a tease", he sighs from his place at the table, trying to keep his gaze focused on your alluring eyes, and not on the way your skirt is riding up your thigh or on how truly inappropriately you positioned yourself on his working space. "what is it that you want from me, huh? tormenting me daily with your perfumes and fancy nails and expensive makeup." he narrows his eyes and gets up, standing taller than you and grabbing your chin. "you're so desperate, you know that?"

"says the one who couldn't stop looking at my cleavage ever since i entered your office." you sigh and lean to whisper in his reddening ear. "seriously, sakaguchi–san, your eyes are always betraying you when you're around me."

i'll let you decide what happened after that conversation ✌😗

to be fair, ango is quite neutral when it comes to mori

sure, he knows he's in deep shit if he's being found out and ratted

after all, being a triple spy is no easy task, even for somebody as calm and collected as him

but he's trying his best to keep it together, especially since he really does have a soft spot for you hah

but my god does he dote on you, there's literally no escaping him

always offering you his coat if it's cold, making sure that your tea stays warm, gently caresses your face if it's laced with concern, dissipating the creases and tracing what eventually turns into a smile on your features.

i'm sorry but the sex is also god tier okay good

now onto how everybody reacted

dazai and oda... they were a lost cause

the moment ango told them (after a well deserved glass of scotch), they were stunned for approximately 0.5 seconds

"you've gotta be kidding me."

"i am not, dazai–kun."

oda would whistle in approval

"interesting choice, to say the least. nonetheless, congratulations, friend."

awh :"(

and after this soft and heartfelt moment, the teasing ensued. and it did not falter, no matter the situation.

ango actually started rethinking your dating schedule so that you wouldn't pass by lupin anytime soon

"ango–san, don't forget to take your glasses off during s–"

"end that sentence and i'm making sure that you die an old man, dazai."

or

"huh, now it all makes sense why we aren't welcome in your office anymore, ango."

but in all seriousness, man do they love you

they really do

and it makes it all the more heartbreaking for ango to execute his initial plan

of course, you choose him over the mafia; it is the obviously healthier choice, regardless of how your father reacts. because you're strong, you can take his wrath.

"his rage doesn't define me, doesn't define us. nor does his pain or false sense of betrayal."

and that's when ango knew that he's pretty much secured himself the fiercest parnter in the entirety of yokohama.

— DAZAI

"no comment."

"i didn't even say anything!"

"doesn't matter, just..." you exhale as you sink even more against him, his warm chest almost coaxing you to crawl into his beating heart and hide. "i'm just glad that i found you, alright? couldn't have imagined what i—what i would've done if you—"

he shushes you hurriedly with his lips upon your own, molding a soft apology on the tender skin.

now this guy,, he's getting off on the thrill that your relationship is basically built on

like, big time

luckily for him, so do you lmao

obviously, what could grind that geezer's gears more than knowing you were dating one of the most prestigious former mafia executives?

the amout of times two you ran away from him after you sabotaged his veichles cannot be counted on one hand :)

overall, though, dazai is another gentle soul that loves to show his affection towards you. of course, it gets physical most of the time (both in bed and outside of it), but dazai also knows when to caress and hold you if you don't feel like going for a grand gesture at that moment.

now, atsushi's reaction was quite sweet

"congratulations, dazai–san!" he smiled softly.

yet it was hilarious when he saw akutagawa gaping at you from afar while you were out with him on a shopping spree, and you just waved and grinned at the shocked executive.

"dazai–san... you have some explaining to do."

ranpo, kunikida and yosano welcomed you into the agency with open arms, and never judged you for your past. even fukuzawa is fond of your presence, and they all make you feel so so loved.

and when chūya saw you by your lover's side... he smiled. you barely caught him do it, but you are sure of the delighted expression that graced his features that day.

oh, and dazai also told you that "odasaku would've adored you, belladona" *cries*

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— getting lost into his scent and his sheets was not how the night was supposed to go. and yet, you cannot fathom untangling your limbs from his. not when he sleeps so peacefully next to your own bare form, hair framing his fetching face, his eyelids fluttering from time to time, his long eyelashes dancing atop his cheeks. tartaglia's slender arms remain unmoving from around your figure, giving it the slightest squeeze and you sigh dreamily;

"sweet ajax, what have you done to me..."

— you are slowly awakened by a hum and the feeling of warm hands rubbing the sore muscles of your shoulders. you're stunned for a moment, only to feel him palm at your tense spots, and you immediately sink against the matress, welcoming his touch contentedly. you turn your head around to look at the man above you, palms busy with handling the scented oil he's using on your skin. zhongli notices and he smiles pleasantly, leaning down to plant a kiss on your temple. you giggle, not being able to help the pert remark leaving your swollen lips:

"have i ever told you how skilled you are with your hands, morax?"

— it is his touch, rather than his words that stir you from your slumber, but you nonetheless opt to keep your eyelids shut, basking in the feel of his calloused tips tracing over your knuckles gently, carefully, as if you'd break. he thinks you're asleep, making sure he can get all vulnerable around you, although he tested the waters as well, all while you clung to him the night before. at some point you decide to work your fingers in–between his, interlocking them delicately as you pull him towards you, your breath on the shell of his ear as you start whispering:

"tell me what's in that pretty little head of yours, kaeya, darling."

— one turn is all it takes to make you realise that the other side of your bed is beginning to lose warmth, and you open your eyes with hurry, only to be met with a shy pair of crimson hues, looking down on your bare body from the edge of the matress. diluc is unsure of what to do, of how to behave and of how to express how much the prior night means to him. it all starts to play back in his head, every scene and every memory enhanced; his soul was simply ignited by your presence, his heart daring to beat faster at your touch, his palms getting clammy with every choked gasp you let out while he was— luckily, you pull him out of his toughts with a single graze against his cheek, a sincere plead crumbling his resolve faster than he would've wished;

"please stay with me a little longer, master diluc."

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it's rare to see odasaku like this, especially since he's always either too tired to indulge you in such activities, or just admits to feeling too old for this sort of atmosphere, even though he hasn't even turned twenty three yet.

it's quiet for a while, the only sound coming from the sink, the soft bloop of the droplets falling out of the faucet and into the basin, where foam gathered around as you kept cleaning the razor in it from time to time.

oda closes his eyes, enjoying the silence, albeit a little bit surprised that you aren't as talkative as he's used to see you.

and then...

"make a wish, you said?" you laugh quietly. "stay."

he opens his eyes.

bloop.

"why?" he asks instantly, giving away the mere fact that he's been waiting for this topic to make its way and crash one of your late night conversations at some point. he said it casually, but his eyes are not meeting yours when you look at him.

"because... you know how strongly i feel for you, odasaku. you've been there for me through the most awfully horrendous periods of my life."

"and...?"

suddenly, not keeping the razor away from his face while talking became a difficult task.

"...and because we complement each other's fears and insecurities and joys, we laugh and we cry and we support each other—"

"that's not it."

"what do you mean by that?" you ask, unable to hide the fact that what he said offended you.

"we both know this has nothing to do with anything you said."

"care to explain what it has to do wi—"

"it has nothing to do with me, sweetheart."

you sigh, exasperated, and try to keep your movements steady as you continue shaving him, taking some time to think what you want to say through.

deep inside, you know it's all bullshit. you know that the main reason that you want him next to you is—

"because i'm selfish." you spit out, careful not to move around too much. "because i finally found a person that doesn't shy away from my touch and that would cook scrambled eggs every morning if i asked them to. because i'm feeling all warm when you're around, and when you engulf me in your hugs i'm melting, and for once it's fine."

"there you go." he sighs in contentment as he reaches out to you, guiding your hand to put the razor down, the other one snaking around your waist to pull your body into his.

you bury your head in the crook of his neck, kissing the skin tenderly and fisting at his shirt, all while his fingers are tracing patterns on your back, sometimes dipping down to cheekily squeeze at your bum, making you squeal and get even more comfortable in his embrace.

and oda laughs, real and genuine and warm, and you feel it as you lean your head against his sturdy chest.

he dips his head to kiss your forehead, whispering against it afterwards.

"it's all you, my darling."

note: small stupid drabble bc i love oda and i missed his birthday. also shaving hcs make me feel all warm and fuzzy :(

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