#tecchou x reader

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, manipulation, stalking, isolation, abduction

Tags: @animanwha @l-stvrlightt-l @shumidehiro @leveyani @izanami78 @absolute-gen @nomoonfound

SURPRISE ! .✦ ݁˖

ft. osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, ryunosuke akutagawa & tecchou suehiro.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: gender neutral reader. # wc, 2k total.

𑣲 osamu dazai

dazai can heavily exaggerate the amount of work he receives on the daily, saying that kunikida’s always loading him up with work, even though it’s only a report he has to write. which takes no longer than ten minutes.

and when he gets home to you, he’ll be complaining your ear off with the amount of work he had to do that day, and he always blows said amount, very out of proportion.

so for this one time only, since he works so ‘hard’, you’ll give him a surprise when he comes home. you haven’t been on a date in a while, so that fits too.

a romantic candle lit dinner, with rose petals scattered over the table and the napkins folded into hearts.

you’ll make something fancy with crab, since he loves that stuff, and buy an expensive bottle of sake.

he’ll definitely call you cheesy, and tease you on end about it.

but it’s worth it. even if his constant teasing can get extremely irritating if he goes on for too long.

so when he came home after his workday to the lights dimmed, table made in a way only the fanciest restaurants do it, and with you cooking in the kitchen. the first thing that comes out of his mouth, is nothing you didn’t expect.

‘ah, my dearest! is this all for me?’ he kicks his shoes off and pads over to you, and snakes his arms around your waist. even when you’re clearly busy with cooking.

‘it’s actually for my other boyfriend, leave before he sees you.’ you feel him slump against you, and he whines loudly. ‘don’t tease me like that, i had a suuuppperrr hard day.’ you can’t see him, but you hear the pout in his tone.

‘i’m being serious, go sit down at the table. dinner’s almost done.’ he begrudgingly goes to the table, he’d much rather be hugging you. but your orders are absolute, and he can’t take the torture of a kissing ban again, if he argues back.

he notices how much work you put into it all, and he can’t help but admire you for it.

𑣲 chuuya nakahara

chuuya’s workdays are often very long, and can be very stressful.

so he’s always glad when he finally gets to go home, to you.

he’s often too tired to do anything once he’s home, usually he’ll flop on the couch and not move for the next hour.

and dinner’s usually light and something quickly prepared. he wants you in his arms as fast as possible after such a day.

but it’s been a while since you’ve spent some good time together, and dates usually consist of dinners at some very lavish and fancy restaurant. so why not recreate such an atmosphere at home?

it’s comfortable, you can wear whatever you’d like without being judged by other visitors of the restaurant, and it’s just you and him. in the comfort of your own home.

you’ll make him his favorite meal, cork open a bottle of wine, talk about everything that’s relevant, and just spend some well needed time together.

you send him a text, asking him when he’ll be home for the night. which slightly surprises him, considering you always just wait and see when he shows up.

he tells you he’ll be home by around six, which is alot earlier than he typically gets done. but there’s no reason to complain, more time to spend with him afterall.

you’re almost done with dinner when you hear the door rattle, and hear chuuya yell an ‘i’m home’ from down the hallway.

when he comes in, he immediately notices the dinner table.

a small vase with three red roses, two candles on either side of the vase, two wine glasses for you both, and a bottle of wine in the ice bucket to keep it chilled next to the table.

and then he sees you. preparing his favorite dish in the kitchen.

‘welcome home, baby.’ you say, walking towards him and giving him a peck on his lips, and snaking your arms around his neck.

he kisses you back, and rests his gloved hands on your waist. ‘what’s this?’ he asks you, gesturing to the dinner table.

‘wanted to surprise you, do you like it?’ ‘i love it, thanks for doing this.’ your fingers absentmindedly play with the hairs at his nape. ‘don’t worry ‘bout it, thought you could use this after the week you had.’

he smiles and kisses you again, his hands rubbing up and down the curve of your waist. ‘c’mon, let’s eat. you must be starving.’ you take one of his hands and drag him to the table

𑣲 ryunosuke akutagawa

akutagawa never tells you about his workdays.

always shrugs you off whenever you ask, or gives some lame half assed four word sentence if you keep pushing.

but there’s a pattern. if he’s home late, he’s always far more irritable than usual.

and you always leave him be, because what else can you do. there’s no point in nagging him to tell you what’s wrong, he won’t tell you no matter how much you push.

so you’ve stopped trying to console him with words, but instead use actions to loosen him up a little.

bringing him tea and a couple figs, getting him a blanket when he’s reading on the couch, and carefully reach for his hand and intertwine it with yours, he stiffens at first but then he relaxes after a little while.

he still doesn’t tell you about how his day was, whether it be good or bad, since he doesn’t feel the need for you to know all those intricate details.

he prefers to keep his line of work away from you. it’s not necessary to know what awful things he does everyday.

there’s no need for him to tell you when his day’s been especially bad, you can tell by the small signs he gives off.

he always enters the living room with a very prominent scowl on his face, his hands buried deep in his pockets, and he flat out ignores your presence for a few minutes.

it’s basically routine by now. and it doesn’t bother you that much, but you want to help him in some way, but he almost always refuses your help if you’re direct about it.

it’s risky, and very direct. but you want him to surprise him with a little romantic dinner, simply at home, nothing big or fancy. just some candles and the fancy cutlery.

it could slide as just dinner, which he’s okay with. but with a little added twist.

you’re making his favorite meal, and preparing dessert when the food’s just doing it’s thing on the stove and you can leave it for a few moments.

akutagawa’s late, as expected. that’s why you started dinner later than you’d typically do.

the food is technically finished, putting the lid on the pan so the heat won’t escape, and you wait. wait for him to return home.

and after about a three minute wait, you hear the door open, and close shut with a thud. he mutters something under his breath, and appears from the hallway.

he stops in his tracks when he sees the table, then his eyes flicker to you.

‘what is this.’ he states, it doesn’t sound like a question at all. ‘dinner.’ you say. ‘i’m aware. but what’s this.’ he gestures to the table, specifically how it’s made. two candles and a single flower in a vase. such tiny additions and he immediately noticed them.

‘a dinner date. just the two of us, thought it’d be fun one time. do you not like it?’ you’re slightly upset at his reaction, but it’s just how he always is.

‘no. it’s fine, i just wasn’t expecting this. for me.’ you laugh softly at his words, and walk towards him where he’s standing in the middle of the living room.

you bump your shoulder against him, but he doesn’t move away. which he usually does when you get a little too close.

‘wanted to surprise you once, you’ve probably had a bad week. it’s the least i could do.’ you say with a smile.

he gives you the smallest smile known to mankind, but for him it’s a bright smile. which makes you happy.

‘..thank you.’ he says a moment later, almost incoherent.

𑣲 tecchou suehiro

tecchou’s a very hard working man, he is apart of the hunting dogs after all. and he takes great pride in what he does, but it can be so hard on him.

he’s constantly on the move, almost never with breaks since there’s no time for them.

he’s quite literally protecting all the people of japan against all kinds of things, terrorists, criminals, etc.

so there’s no room for error in his line of work. the country depends on them to do everything correctly, for their safety.

it takes a huge toll on his health, both mentally and physically. but the reward of it all mostly balances it out.

like almost all of the above, he also works very late hours. sometime he wouldn’t have even come home at all.

you both haven’t had any time to go out on a date, you’re also busy with your own stuff, and he’s primarily working. and when he does get home. he’s almost always straight off to sleep.

you can’t blame him though, with the hours he works it’s logical he’s completely exhausted to the bone.

it doesn’t bother you at all. he deserves to rest well, and all the time you can spend together is worth enough. even if it’s simply sitting on the couch watching tv, entangled in eachother’s embrace.

anything’s fine for you. as long as you’re together with him.

but you want to do something a little special for him tonight. he’s worked late hours for the entire week, and only today is he allowed to leave earlier than usual.

so the idea of surprising him with an at home dinner date would be perfect.

going out for dinner would be too much of a hassle, and an at home date is also perfect. doesn’t matter to either of you were you are, as long as you’re having fun together.

you’re going all out for tonight. making an array of his favorite dishes since he really deserves some good home cooked meals.

the table’s decorated all romantically, some rose petals scattered across the floor, a fresh bouquet of flowers on the table, a few candles here and there. the lights are dimmed to make the atmosphere cozier, soft jazz music playing in the background.

it’s almost like a restaurant, but cozier. and you can jump on the couch right after dinner.

tecchou comes home when you’re still very busy in the kitchen, watching all the different pots and pans and the oven all at once.

you don’t hear him walk up behind you, only do you notice him when there’s a hand on your back all of the sudden.

‘w-welcome home, love!’ you jumped a little at the sudden contact, making your voice waver. ‘thanks, what’s all this?’ he points to the mess you’ve made of the kitchen. ‘ignore the mess, i’ll clean it later. but it’s dinner. i wanted to surprise you with something special since you’ve been so busy this week and we haven’t spent much time together.’ ‘i see, thank you.’

he’s still in his hunting dog uniform, only without his hat and boots.

‘you go change, i’ll finish making the food and then we can eat.’ you kiss his cheek and nudge him to go change. ‘what should i wear?’ he asks you. you’re wearing a simple pair of clothing, only hidden by your apron.

‘anything you want, we’re at home. do whatever you want.’ he nods and trudges to your shared bedroom.

he’s happy you’re willing to do these kinds of things for him.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: mwah

" LEMME HIT YOU WITH THAT DUMB DICK ! "

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — dazai, chuuya, jouno (+ tecchou), oda, sigma x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — [n]sfw content, somnophilia, these are random scenarios ok don't come at me, degradation, humiliation, doggystyle, rough, getting caught, pussy slapping, s.ex at work, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, piv, unprotected s.ex (be careful babes), praise, creampie + etc • this was originally supposed to be their fav places to fuck but i had to scrap that bc i lost motivation :') anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! not proofread soz babes

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⁰¹ 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 — fucking you in a storage room of the agency

This man is a sex fiend, so of course he would love to fuck you literally anywhere anytime. Though he can't lie, being balls deep in your juicy little cunt at work — risking both of your dignities and possibly your jobs has him harder than a fucking rock.

"Osamu— what if we g-get caugh— mmh-!" you let out a muffled moan as dazai delivered a particularly harsh thrust into your cunt, effectively shutting you up. "Relaaaax, sweet thing — almost no one c-comes here — fuck, you're so damn tight," Dazai panted into your ear, hot breath making a chill run down your spine — back arching even further against his chest.

"God, you're so good f'me — so warm 'n right, fuck!" each word was rushed, dripping with lust — the desperation in his voice made you wanna look at his pretty face, pussy clenching just from imagining how good he'd look with his hair disheveled — his usual doe eyes narrowed and a deep blush covering his skin, sweat dripping down his forehead and making his hair stick to his forehead —

↳ flavoured chapstick challenge ft. dazai, ranpo, tecchou, jouno, fyodor

cw// mildly suggestive → making out

DAZAI can never get enough of you. he kisses you like a starved man at any chance presented to him, taking in the taste of your lips whether or not they've been laced with a flavour other than your own. he'll pull you close, lithe fingers busying themselves in your hair while he kisses you deep.

"strawberry," he says in his sickly sweet voice, smiling against your mouth <3

RANPO figured out what you were up to before you even started kissing. immediately noticing the discarded chapstick package in your trash, he already knows the flavour, brand, and store you bought your chapstick from. still, he'll never pass up an opportunity to indulge you, playing dumb until you're satisfied.

"peach," he'll state, the moment you pull away <3

TECCHOU is absolutely obsessed with you. he wouldn't pay much mind to giving you a correct answer; maybe he didn't even notice the soft chocolate flavour lingering on your lips. all he's concerned about is you. taking you in, feeling you close to him; it's all he needs. he loves losing himself in you, maybe just a little too much this time <3

"flavour..? what flavour?"

JOUNO and his heightened senses were more than happy to accept this little challenge from you. although he can't take in your beauty with his vision, he'll let himself sink into every other aspect of you, your scent, the way you feel in his arms, and the delectable flavour lingering on your lips.

"coffee," he'll say without a moment of hesitation, picking up right where he left off <3

FYODOR is a conniving man, brimming with passion. and he was never one to shy away from a challenge. he kisses you like nothing's different, dragging his tongue across your lips as you messily make out. he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls away from you, a shimmery thread of saliva connecting your lips.

"vanilla..." he'll hum. "eos brand, manufactured in china, probably purchased last week," he'll add, before getting back to his unfinished business <3

Out of blue, if their s/o suddenly come to them and randomly asked them to meow, how would they react?

Meows without even questioning, probably with a cheeky tone and a smirk too- this man already knows why you came or just likes this sudden boldness. Tbh i don't even know why you asked him, he would have meow on his own. But here you go, you enmeshed him, now he will meow next time you guys meet just for fun

DAZAI, Nikolai, ranpo, jouno, fyodor

Looks confused and would give you a questioning glare before letting out a reluctant meow. When you just smile and walk away without an explanation, he kept giving you the side eye and questioning his life choices for the next few hours

CHUUYA, FUKUZAWA, POE, MARK, ATSUSHI, SIGMA, Kunikida, Tecchou, Ango

Straight up refuses, you would need to fight to the bone to get this man meow. He would glare at you like you had grown a second head the whole time. Maybe you'll hear a small emotionless meow from him, or maybe you'll never hear it. It's up to his mercy

sometimes he wonders how did he get so lucky, all the nights he stayed awake to admire your face under the moonlight glow. all the times he thanked the gods for giving him the love of his life.

how he swore he will become the person who will accompany you through your sickness and wealth, to become the father of the children you'll have in the future. pinky swearing with you even if it seems silly to him.

then why couldn't he move? you're bleeding in front of him yet he couldn't do anything. legs staying in place as he watches the light in your eyes disappear, he could have done something. he promised that he would protect you whenever.

then why are you gone? he promised, he pinky swore with you. a simple promise that he couldn't even keep. all those memories of your laugh that were the music he always wanted to hear, or the smile you always wore even in the darkest times.

or how he blames the gods for taking you away from him so early, he was there yet he couldn't do anything to prevent your fate. maybe if he continued to pray to the gods begging them to give you back it will finally become true.

he is one of the strongest isn't he? then why couldn't he save the person he deeply cherished?

demon slayer: TOMIOKA GIYUU, shinazugawa sanemi, iguro obanai, akaza, KAMADO TANJIRO

jujutsu kaisen: nanami, geto GOJO, yuuta, toge, ITADORI

bungo stray dogs: CHUUYA, ranpo, dazai, AKUTAGAWA, atsushi, TECCHOU

hunter x hunter: KURAPIKA, killua, gon, SHALNARK, kite

2024 @whatyousae — do not repost, copy, translate

[Warnings: maybe a *bit angsty? 99% fluff.ᐟ✰] [Word count: 375 || 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂.ᐟ]🍓

°ᡣ𐭩ft. dazai, chuuya, tecchou

Dazai

please be gentle. my baby has been through so much trauma, even if he doesn't let on that much. has a unbelievable amount of trust for you see him in such a vulnerable state. this is a super intimate moment for both of you, as the marks are proof of his past, things he tries to cover up. you're shocked and a little terrified by the horrendous scars tracing down his otherwise covered back, and of course he immediately tries to turn it into a joke. he's grinning, acting like he's completely unbothered, but deep down? he's holding his breath at your reaction.

Chuuya

tenses up the moment you touch them. not because he doesn't like it, but because he's never had anyone touch him before with such tenderness. his body is trained for combat, and every first instinct is to be on guard. but he doesn't pull away. if anything, he goes still, and slowly relaxes after a while. leans into your touch as well without realizing it. he's used to people looking at his scars as signs of battle, of violence, of how dangerous he is. but you? you touch them like they're just a part of him. like they don't make him any less deserving of love.

Tecchou

at first, he doesn't react much. tecchou isn't the type to flinch or shy away, but instead sits there, blinking at you as if he's trying to figure out what you're doing. he lets you continue, though, no questions asked. he'll do anything for you, and this feels good. intimate. one time, you fell asleep while tracing his old wounds to see if any needed treatment, and he just sat there completely still. didn't move an inch because he didn't want to wake you. because if this is how you show love, then he'll return it tenfold.

a/n: i tried a different writing style for this one.ᐟ pls enjoy and reblog, i spent a long time making this, and ill feel motivated to write more if u do.ᐟ.ᐟ(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) pls, pls pls dont flop, im begging u tumblr i poured my heart into this one TT

𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾.ᐟ ʚ🍓ɞ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs + ʟɪᴋᴇs ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

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post-breakup chuuya, who seems to have eggshells scattered around him for anyone who dares to go near. who keeps your photo on his desk broken and face down, because if he looks at your face he’ll be looking at someone who cared. who tries to find the antidote at the bottom of a bottle, chasing down the feeling with whiskey and sleeping pills. who throws punches and kicks not because he enjoys the fight, or because its his job, but because he’s simply passing time.

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post-breakup ranpo, who is suddenly 10x more needy and 10x more insufferable because he lost one of the only people whose opinion matters. who can no longer even think for a moment that he’s the best or the greatest or whatever buzzword the agency throws at him. who tries to overcorrect and make up for what he lost, because in his eyes, losing you was a failure, a miscalculation on his part.

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post-breakup atsushi, who already harbours so many insecurities and doubts that only get worse afterwards. who feels tired in every sense, only letting out shaky breaths, unable to get rid of of the pit in his stomach that spells out regret. who one day simply stops talking and waits to see how long it’ll take before someone notices. the answer only depresses him more.

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post-breakup akutagawa, who shuts down any part of him that feels any ounce of sadness over you. who suddenly feels his illness tenfold, like you had taken all the air with you when you left. who sees the world devoid of any colour and convinces himself that its better that way. that you were weak and didn’t serve him. who punches a hole in the wall the one time he cries over you. who feels your absence tear through his lungs with each coughing fit.

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post-breakup kunikida, who throws himself into work- its the last thing he has, anyway. who doesn’t normally discard pages in his notebook unless its for missions, but proceeds to tear out any pages that even mention you (there were many, but when asked why, he’d simply say it wouldn’t be ideal to be reminded of you constantly.) who knows that he is the backbone of the agency and carries that mantle humbly, but who feels a sudden prick of an urge to stay in bed.

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