#ryunosuke x reader

Akutagawa is not used to receiving gifts.

Especially not flowers.

So when you appear in front of him holding a bouquet, he immediately assumes there must be some kind of mistake.

“…What is that?” he asks.

You glance down at the flowers like the answer is obvious. “A bouquet.”

“I can see that.”

You smile and hold them out to him. “They’re for you.”

Akutagawa freezes.

For a moment he simply stares at the flowers like they’re some kind of trap. Then his eyes slowly move back up to your face, searching for any hint that you’re joking.

“…Why?”

The question is genuine.

You tilt your head slightly. “Do I need a reason?”

“Yes.”

You laugh softly at the serious way he says it.

“I saw them earlier and thought you might like them.”

Akutagawa looks down at the bouquet again.

They’re simple flowers, tied together with a ribbon. Bright. Soft. The exact opposite of the dark world he’s used to.

“…These are typically given to women,” he says quietly.

“And?”

He doesn’t have an answer to that.

You gently take his hand and place the bouquet in it. His fingers close around the stems automatically, though he still looks unsure what to do with them.

For someone who can control a deadly ability without hesitation, he suddenly looks completely lost.

“You don’t have to react like it’s a mission,” you say with a small laugh.

“I am not.”

“You are.”

Akutagawa glances at you again.

“…I do not understand the purpose of this gesture.”

You shrug lightly. “Because I love you.”

That shuts him up completely.

His grip on the bouquet tightens slightly.

No one has ever given him something this gentle before. No expectation. No orders. Just a simple gift because you thought of him.

“…I see,” he murmurs after a moment.

It’s quiet.

But the way he holds the flowers afterward is surprisingly careful.

Later that evening, when someone asks why he’s carrying them around, Akutagawa simply replies,

“They were given to me.”

And despite his usual cold expression, he never once lets go of the bouquet.

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⚘️Osamu Dazai

"I can't find her." He whispers, his eyebrows furrowing as he grits his teeth. "What?!" Kunikida pushed his glasses up to his face, as he turned to his fellow worker. "I can't find [Name]!" The brown-haired man snapped, throwing away a metal bar that was in their way.

He didn't expect this mission to be scary for him, he didn't know where you were after that explotion. God, why did you have to use your ability. All he heard from you before your disapperance was a "Bang." coming out of your mouth, which caused this big explotion, leading to them losing you.

"Keep looking for her! Atsushi, you look in that direction!" Kunikida ordered. You stood on a pile of cement, watching the three as they call out your name. Only for both Atsushi and Kunikida disappearing in your sight, leaving the poor Dazai who was throwing away piles of dirt and other materials which were used in this abandoned construction sight.

You slid down, walking behind the brown-haired male, still throwing away rubbish. "Samu." You spoke, poking the man's back. He turned around, hearing that nickname of his made his heart drop. "[Name]..." He sighed, closing his eyes. "Sorry, did I scare you?" You teased. "You did." He replied, shortly. You noticed his change of mood, maybe he really was scared.

You notice his hands shaking, holding them and felt the coldness of it running through your fingertips. "Your hands...are cold." You commented.

He blinked, looking at your hands which were intertwining with his. He smiled, "Your hands are warm." He proceeded to hug you tight. "Just don't disappear again...Please."

🍁Chuuya Nakahara

"[Name]?" He called out for you, staying silent as he waited for a response. He knocked at your door, you were hella quiet in your office. At this time you'd be blasting music, and he'd be the one to tell you to keep it down. But today, it was quiet...Too quiet.

"[Name], did you fall asleep? Open the damn door!" He huffed, his patience shortening. He had enough, kicking down the door as a thud was heard, after. He looked at the empty chair. Darkness was invading the area.

"Where the..." He fell silent again, his heart dropped. 'Maybe she went out on a mission...' He tried convincing himself that you were just in the building. He walked out of your office, walking through the dark quiet halls.

He stood infront of two large doors, the office of the Port Mafia's Boss. He knocked, pulling up his coat's sleeve as it was about to fall off. "Enter." He heard, opening the large door as he stepped inside.

"Boss." He spoke, while walking towards the man who was seated, a little blonde girl doodling by his side. "Chuuya. What brings you here? Any trouble with the oth-"

"Where's [Name]? Is she on a mission?" He asked directly, even if he tried to hide it, his tone of voice laced with fear and worry. The boss seemed to catch up, "She's with Akutagawa and Higuchi, I suppose. Higuchi-kun came here to ask permission to join in a fellow mafia." He raised a brow.

He heard Chuuya swear under his breath. The boss leaving a breathless laugh, "Don't worry. I'm sure Akutagawa knows what he's doing. I'm afraid he doesn't want you to be upset." Chuuya turned his back, "He's making me quite upset now. If Higuchi comes in, tell her to go to my office, please." Chuuya bowed his head after earning a nod from Mori.

As he went out, he heard the sound of footsteps nearing. He furrowed his brows, gritting his teeth as he used his gravity to go to the location of the footsteps in the speed of light. "Higuch-" He stopped, nearly hitting the girl who stood infront of him, nearly falling backwards, he tries keeping his balance.

"[Name]!" He held both of your shoulders, checking around your face and body if you had any bruises or scars. "I'm okay, Chuuya." He glared at you, "I said you're my partner, not theirs, your mission is my mission, and my mission is yours."

You giggled at his words, "I know, I know, don't be mad now.." He removed his hands from your shoulders. "One of your gloves fell." You commented, about to pick it up when he placed his hand on it first. As you placed your hand ontop of his, you felt the coldness of it.

"You wear gloves, how come your hands are cold?" You put your hand away as you both stood up still. "It's nothing." He wore his glove, trying to avoid that topic. "You were scared, weren't you?" You teased, earning an eye roll from Chuuya. "What if I was?" He huffed. You leaped into his arms, giving him a big hug. "I'm here now..."

☘️Ryunosuke Akutagawa

"Let's split up!" You shouted, hearing explotions from here and there. You were in a battle field with Atsushi and 3 other of his co-workers. They were much more stronger than some of your men. "That'll be the dumbest thing to do! Don't!" Akutagawa shouted back as he fought Atsushi with Rashomon. "I'm sorry!" You replied before hitting Atsushi from behind, dragging him along by the collar of his shirt.

You watched as Akutagawa watched you with wide eyes, getting distracted by Kunikida who threw a grenade infront of him. He looked back again to see you nowhere to be found.

You ran and ran until feeling the pain strike your back, you looked below and there was a tail which wrapped your stomach. You get pulled front and crash into a pile of cement. You screech in pain, before looking at the body approaching you.

His head was bleeding and he looked at you with anger. "Stay put, kitty. You're not going anywhere!" You ran to him, grabbing his suspenders and using it to choke his neck. His arm formed into one of a tiger's, scratching your hand as you tightened the grip around his neck.

"Why do you hate me so much!?" He screamed out, trying to get away from your grasp. He managed to cut the suspenders with his claws and fell backwards, coughing as he was about to lose consciousness.

The moment he looked up you disappeared into thin air, running to the place where Akutagawa and you were once in. He was gone. You ran and searched for him everywhere, blood dripping out of your arm as the pain was not important as he was.

You turned around after hearing noise from behind, looking at the man who was bruised up and coughing. "Ryu-san!" You ran up to him, hugging his back as you sighed.

Tears were forming in your eyes as he stayed quiet, he turned around, looking at your weak state. "You're okay." He closed his eyes before taking a deep breath, happy, only before he saw a deep scratch on your arm. He held your hand and you shrieked at how cold it was.

"Your hands are cold." You squeezed his hand. He ignored your comment and ripped a part of his already ruined shirt, wrapping it around your bloodied arm. "You scared me." He admitted. You laughed, watching the cloth wrap around your arm. "It's okay, I'll always find my way back to you."

🪻Atsushi Nakajima

"Atsushi-kun." Dazai poked the named male, "Hm?" Atsushi turned his head, facing a serious-looking Dazai. He started to sweat in nervousness. "Y-Yes, Dazai-San?" He smiled nervously, "Where's [Name]?" He asked, Atsushi blinked, realizing that your presence made the atmosphere quite different today..Only to realize you were not here at all. He looked at the chair, which was facing back at him.

He turned it, only to see no one sitting there. All this time you weren't here?! He stood up and fell backwards, his chair rolling to Dazai's side. "Oops." The brown-haired male blinked. He looked at Atsushi who sat up, rubbing his head as he tried recollecting all his thoughts.

"Do you know where she is?!" Atsushi quickly stood up, panicking as he looked around the whole office. "No, not at all." Dazai replied, looking at the busy Kunikida. "Relax, Atsushi, she must be out with Naomi." Atsushi sighed, only to remember when they were cornered that one time.

What if you got hurt? What if you both got hurt? He quickly excused himself only to be stopped by Kunikida. "You still have a lot to report, Atsushi. Stay here." He ordered, pushing up his glasses as he continued typing. Atsushi shook his head, starting to get on his knees as he begged Kunikida to go out. Dazai laughed, "C'mon Kunikida, aslong as he comes back in no time." Kunikida sighed, finally letting Atsushi go.

Atsushi let out strings of gratitude before rushing out the door. He was about to walk around the city and look for you, until he saw a glimpse of [Hair color] hair. He quickly looked at the side, watching the girl enter the cafe.

He quickly went inside, seeing you. "[Name]?" He poked your back, you turned around seeing Atsushi in a scared state. You watched him as he sighed in relief. "God, you scared me, I thought you were at the office- And I thought something was wrong since you were quiet! Plus you were facing back at me and I thought I did something wrong so I gave you a bit of space- Until Kunikida told me you were with Naomi but it looks like you're alone..." Atsushi rambled out.

You blinked, trying to process every single word he just said. "Atsushi, relax! I'm okay. I was with Naomi, she went up, she wasn't in the mood for coffee." You giggled. You held his hands, flinching from how cold it was. "Your hands are cold..." You looked down, before looking straight into his eyes.

"I-I was scared that you were gone..I thought you'd be in danger." He smiled awkwardly. You smiled, ruffling his hair before dragging him into a table to sit at with you.

Still holding his hands and placing both yours and his ontop of the table. "I know you'd save me if I was, now, let's get a cup of coffee and warm ourselves up, shall we?"

"Don't move," he murmured, sending you a warning look, before letting Rashōmon tie your wrists and secure them above your head. You followed the fabric of the ability with your eyes, before your gaze settled on your lover sitting on the edge of the bed next to you again.

He raised his hand to softly carress your cheek as another part of his ability closed itself around your mouth. Still, his fingers brushed against your now heated skin, humming to himself as he watched you, completely at his mercy.

"Snap your fingers," he said, suddenly. You did what you were told, showing you could use your safe word, and he looked pleased.

Then he stood up and moved unto the bed, hands soon finding your hips and running up and down your thighs. An appreciative hum left his lips as he massaged the flesh, pressing soft kisses in alternating patterns on them as well.

After a minute you got impatient, making a sound through the make shift gag and shaking your legs to make him hurry up, but his suddenly tightening grip on your legs made you stop immediately.

A slap was delivered to your thigh, not too hard, but enough to make your breath hitch. Heart racing when you looked down to see your lover glare at you.

He rubbed the lightly reddened skin and moved your legs up, kneeling down before you, before placing them on top of his shoulders. His hands didn't leave your thighs, softly rubbing and massaging the skin. Slowly, he leaned forward to softly blow on your clit, making you jump, but his tight grip and your bindings didn't allow for much movement.

"You're so soft," he murmured, before delving into your cunt, groaning at the warmth enveloping him.

He feasted on you, licking and sucking, and in your pleasure your thighs closed around his head; for a moment your heart skipped a beat in apprehension for a punishment - but he only moaned, content with the comfort you gave him.

Tugging at your wrist bindings, you whined against the gag, feeling your orgasm approaching. You didn't want to cum on his tongue, you wanted to clench around his warm length.

"Your legs are shaking, are you close?" He pulled away for a moment to look at you, a broken sound coming from you at the loss of contact. His gaze, however, was unwavering. "You sounded displeased by the stimulation I gave you earlier? But stopping it isn't to your liking either?"

You mumbled unintelligibly, but stopped as his grip tightened, fingers pressing crescent moons into your flesh.

"What do you want? Are you really that needy?" His words sounded mocking, but his voice stayed monotone. Another whine erupted from your chest at the sudden slap to your thigh.

Rashōmon was released from your mouth and you gasped for air. "Please, Ryū, please."

He sighed, shaking his head.

"Please what, angel? Use your words."

"Please fu- please, I want your cock."

He hummed, as if thinking.

"Please, please, please, Ryū. I love you, I want you, please-"

He cut you off with his lips on yours, your legs pressed to your chest. "I love you too."

And with that he sunk into your warmth, drawing a whine from your sweet lips.

He moved slowly against you, at first, before increasing his tempo, plunging deep and hard into you with each thrust.

You gasped with each cant of his hips.

His mouth was right below your ear, face ghosting against your jaw, letting out soft groans.

When you came, your legs started shaking in his hands and he moaned at the feeling of your cunt spasming around him. His hips stuttered and he growled, trying to control his body and continuing his rythm. But when you arched your back, soft gasp leaving your lips, he let go too, releasing inside of you with a low groan.

You turned you head to start peppering soft kisses against his face and his eyes still crunched together trying to ride out his orgasm.

DAZAI OSAMU

Despite his playful and childlike behavior, he quickly grasps things and pays close attention, making it hard to hide anything from him. He already had suspicions during the first few weeks of your relationship.

He noticed how swiftly you react when something comes flying towards you, effortlessly dodging it. He also marveled at your incredible physical strength.

At one point, he questioned whether you possessed special abilities like Kenji, someone known for their exceptional strength and agility. It crossed his mind that your remarkable qualities might be connected to such abilities.

Curiosity got the better of him, leading him to test this theory. He intentionally brought you along on a dangerous mission, which left you feeling confused and apprehensive.

"Isn't this too dangerous for me, Dazai...?" you asked nervously.

"Don't worry, Belladonna! I will protect you," he replied with enthusiasm.

Together, you entered an abandoned building that served as a hideout for a small criminal organization. Dazai knew about it and had prepared a backup plan in case things went wrong.

As you walked down the hallway, gunmen suddenly appeared, aiming their weapons at both of you.

"You're detectives, aren't you?!" one of them exclaimed. "We won't let you leave here alive!"

This was the moment Dazai had been waiting for. Now, the question remained: would you reveal your true nature behind the innocent facade you presented, or had he been completely mistaken?

...

Your face turned pale as you hesitantly moved your fingers, desperately searching for a solution. The problem was clear—you could easily eliminate the gunmen in an instant, but your boyfriend was standing right beside you.

1, 2, 3.

Forget it.

You swiftly took off your coat and wrapped it around Dazai's face, spinning him around to shield him.

With a butterfly knife hidden under your sleeve, you proceeded to mercilessly slit the gunmen's throats.

...

Dazai had been right all along—you were not an ordinary civilian. The scene unfolding before him revealed your true and extraordinary nature. After eliminating all the gunmen, you turned away, unable to face him.

"Dazai!" you called out, feeling his arms embrace you.

"That was incredible, Belladonna," Dazai said breathlessly.

"I knew I was right about you," he added, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek, paying no mind to the blood staining his hands.

Bonus:

You both agreed to keep this a secret between yourselves. Surprisingly, you shared everything about your main job as an assassin, and it only strengthened your relationship. Life returned to your usual romantic and chaotic days as a couple.

During your intimate moments, he became more passionate and assertive. It made sense since you were an assassin, and your exceptional stamina added to the excitement.

You often sought his advice on weapons and related matters, benefiting from his past as a former mafia executive. However, he remained watchful, as his detective instincts never faded away.

ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA

During an unfortunate encounter, you and Atsushi found yourselves cornered by a group of thugs. The odds were against you, and Atsushi's mind raced, wondering if he had any unresolved debts.

Meanwhile, positioned behind your boyfriend, you prepared yourself for an impending attack.

And it came.

Reacting swiftly, you pushed Atsushi out of harm's way, swiftly incapacitating the assailants by breaking their necks and bones.

Atsushi was left horrified, witnessing a side of you he had never imagined. Your eyes devoid of any remorse as you took their lives.

After the gruesome scene, you hesitated to look back, knowing that he had seen everything.

"I'm sorry... I lied..." you whispered, meant only for him to hear.

... Silence followed.

Suddenly, you felt a firm grip on your hand as Atsushi compelled you to face him. Pain etched across his entire face.

"You better have a good explanation for this!" he exclaimed, filled with denial.

Bonus:

You proceeded to explain to him about your life as an assassin.

Atsushi remained in a state of denial, and you both didn't speak that night.

You understood that he needed time to process everything. After all, your boyfriend was deeply sensitive when it came to being lied to, especially by the person he loved and trusted.

Before long, things gradually returned to normal, but Atsushi kept a watchful eye on you. He preferred not to dwell on the thought of you killing others.

If ever you needed to shop for weapons, he would accompany you, providing support despite his reservations.

Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya discovered your secret shortly after you two were at his place, enjoying dinner and wine. As he ranted about his day, he accidentally knocked over the wine bottle while reaching for something.

Without thinking, your assassin instincts kicked in, and you caught the falling bottle with one arm just before it hit the ground. The room fell silent as he stared at you, and you found yourself sweating nervously.

"A-Ah, Chuuya, you should be more careful next time!" you exclaimed, placing the wine bottle back on the counter.

"Sure..." he responded, clearly suspicious of the situation.

You were relieved that he didn't press further and decided to continue with your mini-date, hoping to divert his attention.

The following day, Chuuya was at his office, preoccupied with paperwork, when he paused, his mind wandering back to the events of the previous night. It was evident that your face had turned pale, and you had avoided making eye contact.

His suspicion grew. It was not normal to possess such lightning-fast reflexes to catch a wine bottle in mid-air, and your reaction afterwards only added to his doubts.

As soon as the day was over, Chuuya returned home earlier than expected. As he stood at the doorstep, taking off his shoes, coat, and hat, a sudden crash echoed from inside.

He swiftly opened the door to find you unconscious on the floor, covered in blood and with minor cuts, holding a combat knife in your hand.

He froze, but quickly snapped into action, rushing to pick you up and tending to your wounds, cleaning away the blood.

Hours later, you regained consciousness and glanced to your side, finding an angry and worried Chuuya by your bedside.

There was no escaping this one. "Explain why the hell you're covered in blood and wounds!" he yelled, impatiently waiting for your response.

...

"There's something I need to tell you..." you replied.

Both of you sat there as you explained your life as a professional killer, describing how you had encountered a gifted ability user who was part of a specialized division.

Chuuya was astonished. He had never imagined you to be that kind of person, but he didn't hold it against you. After all, he himself was part of the mafia and understood the necessity of taking lives. Although you had managed to defeat your opponent, you were left exhausted and injured.

You still wondered how you managed to make it to his apartment without collapsing along the way.

The conversation ended with Chuuya overwhelming you with a tight embrace. He didn't truly care, to be honest. After all, he knew the nature of his own work. It was comforting for him to know that you could protect yourself in times of danger.

Bonus:

During intimate moments in bed, Chuuya would kiss your wounds and cuts, whispering how beautiful they are.

He spoils you when it comes to buying weapons and outfits, replacing any torn ones. He becomes your sugar daddy, in a sense.

In the event that he sees you as a threat to the Port Mafia, it's possible that he may become frustrated and angry, torn between his love for you and his loyalty to the mafia. He might even consider leaving you.

But, with some hope, you both might find a way to talk it out and come to a resolution.

Chuuya struggles with expressing his emotions, so please be patient with him. He's going through a lot internally.

Mori Ougai

You were both sitting in his office, enjoying the view, with you comfortably seated on his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck. These moments together, in your own little world, were cherished by both of you. He was a clingy and affectionate person, always wanting to be close to you.

One day, he noticed a sudden change in your expression whenever he tried to embrace you. It raised a huge red flag for him. But what truly alarmed him was when he caught a faint scent of blood coming from you.

Looking up at you, he saw your face go pale and then you passed out. He quickly caught you, filled with worry, and carried you to his room. To his shock, he discovered a stab wound on the lower left part of your body, along with various cuts on your dress, from which blood was flowing.

Once he ensured you were safe and out of immediate danger, he sat by your side, tightly holding your hand. The only sound in the room was the beeping of the monitoring machine, keeping track of your condition.

In the midst of that dreadful silence, your eyes slowly opened, heavily, and you found yourself staring at a plain white ceiling. You felt something touching your hand, and weakly called out, "M-Mori...?" His head immediately turned towards you as he exclaimed, "You're awake, thank goodness! How are you feeling? Is there something you need? I'll get it for you!" His worry was evident in his voice.

"Aren't you going to ask me how I ended up in such a state?" you chuckled weakly, squeezing his sweaty hand.

"Let's talk about that after you've fully recovered. Do you know how worried I was when you suddenly appeared in a near-death state?" he replied, his concern evident. "Sit down, let's talk before you do something unimaginably horrid."

You proceeded to tell him everything about your life as an assassin and how you ended up in the condition he found you in. He listened attentively, staying calm throughout your explanation, taking in every detail.

"I'm sorry," you whispered after a while, mustering a small smile.

"There's no need to apologize, my love. I understand why you kept it a secret," he responded, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Bonus:

In the days that followed, life returned to your normal routine, but he became even more clingy than before.

He would offer you the opportunity to join the Port Mafia as an assassin, and who knows, you might even rise to the position of a mafia executive in the future, if you agreed.

If you wished to keep it a secret between the two of you, he would remain silent and take care of anyone who found out, making sure they wouldn't speak a word.

Sometimes, he would ask for favors related to his work as a mafia boss.

Just like Chuuya, he spoiled you with the best gear and weapons you needed, particularly when it came to clothes. You felt like you had visited every clothing store in Yokohama with him and Elise.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

He discovered the truth when he was sent on a mission to eliminate an entire abandoned building. As he made his way inside, he noticed that all the gunmen were already dead. Curiosity led him deeper into the building until he came face to face with a figure, unable to see their face clearly but recognizing the familiar color of your hair. Just as you were about to turn around, Akutagawa's Rashomon stopped midway, right in front of your neck.

His eyes widened as he realized it was you, and you had the same reaction upon seeing him. There was a long moment of silence, both of you processing the situation.

"Ryu..." your voice trembled slightly.

He grabbed your hand and swiftly led you out of the building. Once you were outside, he demanded an explanation, his voice laced with venom.

"Alright..." you began to explain how you had been sent on a job to kill the people in that building, revealing your true identity as an assassin.

After you finished explaining, the two of you stood there in stunned silence. Finally, he broke the silence, saying, "Tell me next time, so you won't get in my way." He gently took your hand and led you back home.

"Okay..." you replied, relieved that he didn't react more violently.

Bonus:

Life seemed to return to normal after that incident. Akutagawa didn't seem to care about the fact that you were an assassin. If he ever caught you cleaning your blades and weapons in the middle of the night, he would simply watch you silently, seemingly intrigued by your actions.