This Is The Story Of A Wounded Palestinian Woman, A Reflection Of So Many Of Us Living In Gaza. Her Hijab

🎀"THAT BOY IS A MONSTER!"🎀

ranpo edogawa x reader | nsfw

cw! female reader, vampire ranpo, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, no prep, praise kink, degradation, semi-public, balcony sex, chubby reader, teasing

The cold breeze made you shiver when you entered the balcony. The man haunted behind you with those alluring green eyes of his. You're body practically weeped at the need of his touch.

A monster such as him was a beauty as he was terrifying. His black hair was soft, and had sharp green eyes that would only show when he was about to feed off of you.

You would always give yourself to this monster.

It was the only thing you had despite you're hatred for yourself. This monster, this man of beauty was more than you could ever be, and to please him was you're new duty.

You froze as his hand came under chin and holding it with such gentleness, yet firm. His green hues staring into yours with such intensity that it made you're legs almost buckle. His leg was now between your legs, and hand holding your hip so that you wouldn't fall.

"Those are some nasty thoughts you have. They aren't fitting for you."

You flushed warm at those words. You moaned at the his touch moving to your neck and pressing down on the fabric choker you wore. The black and gray stripped chocker with black lace was pushed onto which was where two small bites laid.

"To me you're more than just a snack for me. Your blood is as sweet as you. Only my dumb girl can satisfy me. Isn't that right, my darling?"

You whimpered feeling his hot breath on you're cold neck. His touch was cold as his hands wandered your entire body. You're black dress was tugged at and your skin was touched gently. His face remained in you're neck where his teeth tugged at the fabric choker.

You're dress pooled out on the sides of balcony. Vision focused on the window where other people who were human like you partied. You're family who was nothing but horrid to you partied like nothing was wrong.

You had come alone, and he was there. This monster who you had been acquainted with ever since they locked you out of the house as punishment. You would never forget his kindness despite you being only a meat bag to his kind.

"They don't deserve you my darling. You've served me more than they ever will. You're my dumb girl who fell for a monster, and yet you understood me more than anyone."

He was so sweet with his words, and yet the words dumb girl was so demeaning. You however found touched and woozy from such words. You loved being called that name in such a toxic sweet tone.

"Please please please. Ranpo...!"

His light laugh made you cling to him. The embarrassment of the situation made you so nervous. Anyone could come by and see you. How scandalous it would be for you're family.

"Let them see, darling. They've been nothing but mindless idiots. All of them, my dear."

You jumped feeling his cold hands pulling down the top of your dress. You heaved and the corset tight around you made you wheeze. Your love, Ranpo simply laughed scornfully. It was awfully scandalous on how sleeves and front of the dress were pulled down to reveal the under dress beneath. You're breasts being show pronounced thanks to the corset.

"These darn things are so stupid. You can't breathe can you, my dumb, dumb girl."

You nodded. Feeling you're stomach bubbled with butterflies at the slight degration. You held on tightly feeling his hands travel to the back of your dress and untying the ribbons.

"Ranpo! Other's will see!"

You pleaded but the monster practically on top of your body didn't care. He only chuckled as he continued to untie, but it was also clear was being quite impatient.

"I so wish to see you look so defeated, but don't want to ruin this dress of yours. How wonderful it fits you, but I think it'll look better without this contraption around you're torso, my stupid darling."

You whined at his blunt words. Never did he hold back what he thought. You knew you that he did it for your own good, because in his eyes. After all, has a higher being, and a great detective deceiving every human around him was bound to know better.

His nimble fingers pulled at the choker and to you're surprise ripped it off. You gasp before gasping loudly when pain erupts from the neck upward. You clawed at his black jacket desperately when feeling his teeth clamped down so tight, and sucking away you're sweet and delicious blood.

Ranpo was practically drunk from drinking your blood. He was so delighted to drink his favorite snack in the entire world. You, and all you're beauty. This woman he held in his arms was his perfect match. The perfect match to the greatest detective who happened to be a monster among humans.

He heard you wheeze and moan when he bit down further. He wanted to drink more and more. Ranpo's normally cold body felt warm when drinking blood from the body he held. Like a pervert, he was overjoyed to feel your breasts against his chest. Felt the dress and eventually ripped the ribbons of the corset to release the pressure.

You gasped when finally felt relief in your lungs. You're nails continued to scratch against the black fabric of Ranpo's jacket in an attempt to not lose yourself. Eyes still set on the doors to the ballroom, but your vision was hazy. Clouded by lust you wanted to cling on so that you could relish in Ranpo's words and touch.

The pressure in your neck was uplifted and soon your mouth was filled with your blood. You moaned into the kiss which allowed Ranpo to swirl each other's tongues together. You're eyes tried to keep themselves open but they closed either way. Ranpo had a grip on your chin, and uplifting it so that you were looking at him. Unlike you Ranpo had his alluring eyes open with lustful intent.

His other hand continued to undress you. You're breasts were welcomed to the breeze. You visibly shivered feeling even more cold than before. You tried to dig yourself further into Ranpo, but the coldness of his body provided you no warmth. The cloth of his jacket barely covered you're naked shoulders. It was absolutely pointless to avoid the cold breeze.

The black silky dress was lifted up after removing the corset from behind the dress. Ranpo simply laughed when he saw you're embarrassed face.

"Oh you silly girl. How are you supposed to please me when you're wearing something that deeply upsets me."

He almost felt bad when horror crossed you're face. He wiped away the blood off you're lips with a smile and narrowed eyes.

"Do not worry, sweetheart. Just let me take the lead and do what I want, and you won't disappoint me."

Your underwear was discarded and only remaining on one leg. Thick thighs and various stretch marks greeted him. The sight made Ranpo's mouth water. The plump body that was you was something he loved about you. No matter of you hated your body he loved it. Despite being a monster Ranpo wanted to show you were perfect the way you were.

Just as you did with him.

"Ranpo...?"

The vampire laughed at you're so called question. He backed up and unbuckled his pants. You're eyes watched as his cock was revealed to the cold air. He didn't shiver or freeze when feeling the breeze come in.

"Dessert is here, my love."

His hands grabbed your hips and you're already slicked up entrance was met with Ranpo's cock. It touched you're clit which caused a jolt in your poor body. You're hands were tight on his shoulders.

You gasped when feeling him turned you around and going against the railing of the balcony. The forest was met with your eyes, and you couldn't see the man that was the only light in your life.

The only sense of color you had in this black and white life.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. You'll be my good girl won't you? Or will you be a dumb girl and not please me like you pledged you would?"

"I'll be good! I'll be you're good girl!"

"Very good, sweetheart."

The ribbons of your dress were pulled and tied without the corset to slim you down. You visibly frozen seeing your stomach's pudge showing through the dress. Suddenly then jolting when hands grabbed your stomach so lovingly.

"Do not worry about this. I'll make you forget all about this."

He gestured to your stomach, to your entire being. His hands left your stomach and back to preparing you.

"Tell me my dear, do you think you can take me without prep?"

"Yes! Yes I can take it!"

You were so desperate to please him. Ranpo could only kiss the back of your neck. You giggled at the ticklness at your neck.

His hand on your hip was firm yet gentle. You jolted when feeling the tip of his cock touching your cunt gently. His hand held push himself further into entrance that were your velvet red insides. Ranpo licked his lips looking at your ass and thighs beneath his gaze. You wiggled just a tiny bit from feeling his heavy gaze on you.

Finally he pushed in.

You hissed in pain feeling his giant cock entering you're cunt. It felt unbelievably tight due to no prep, but you were happy despite the pain. You simply wanted to please him, and he had asked you either way. He cared about your comfort even if it wasn't framed as such.

You yelped numerous times before covering your mouth with tears in the corner of your eyes. Ranpo chuckled from behind you. He had a knack for causing you tiny amounts of pain, but nothing too bad. You enjoyed the slapping on your behind.

"Good job, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and please me by allowing me to use your body."

"Yes please, Ranpo...!"

He started with small thrusts. You moaned and cried with pleasure and pain. You gripped the cold balcony tightly because of how tight and full you felt because of Ranpo's stupid cock. It was amazing how delicious his cock felt in your cunt, and how it made you lose your mind everytime.

The top of your dress began to fall the more rough the thrusts gotten. By this point your mind was almost gone, and the coldness of the railing brought you back to reality. The potential eyes of others haunted your mind. A yelp was released from your lips due to a slap on your behind.

"Naughty girl. Thinking of other people are we? That's not very good of you, my dear. I think we should stop-"

"No no! Please don't stop, Ranpo. I don't want anyone looking at me...I only want your eyes on me, so please don't stop!"

Ranpo froze with a shocked face, but he overcame it. A wicked smile painted itself on his lips. Something in him snapped and the thrusts he was giving were becoming even more rough and fast. You were moaning and crying for him. The ice cold railing was becoming part of you the more the breeze assaulted your hot body.

The rest of the top fell and your nips were revealed to the world. Knuckles lighter than the rest of your body due to how tight you were holding on. The fullness you felt in your stomach was so distracting and so overwhelming, and yet you loved it despite the pain. However, that pain too was going away as Ranpo continued his assault on your cunt.

You squeezed his cock when the cold railing came contact with your nipple. You moaned very loudly, but luckily due to the music from inside you were not heard. You could only thank god your family, and all nobles were party animals.

Ranpo's grip on your hips got even tighter, and slammed your hips against his own. His vampiric strength always amazed you, but his intelligence was something greater. This moment however was complete heaven, because the strength he possessed allowed you give him the pleasure he wanted.

Your back arched when Ranpo hit a particular spot. Eyes went to the back of your head due to how shocking it was. That stock of a neck was grabbed onto, and Ranpo digged into his most beloved snack. You moaned feeling the familiar pain you grew to love and lust after.

A feeling you sure no one in your miserable life could understand.

Desperate, you tried to meet his thrusts. It only caused you to moan and falter because Ranpo was getting faster. The more he drank the more energy he had. The more blood that left you the more weak you became.

You choked out his name when your vision suddenly became more hazy than before. Your nails clawed at the arms that held you neck. Ranpo got the memo and released his mouth from your fleshy neck.

His thrusts stopped and you fell to your knees. Ranpo picked you up and placed you onto the balcony. You were in a daze and not nothing how if you were careful that you would fall. Luckily, Ranpo gripped your hips and pulled you back onto his cock.

You moaned loudly finally feeling full once again. The vampire groaned from being around your tight cunt. He was in heaven as he began to thrust roughly and hard. He was greeted with your sweet and intoxicating sounds.

"So good. You're magnificently good, sweetheart. Doing such a good job, even for a dumb girl, huh?"

You moaned in response. You lunged and clung to him tightly. If just felt so good, and his degrading and praising words only furthered your pleasure and love for Ranpo. He was so mean and nice at the same time. He was a man of duality.

Your legs wrapped around his waists. Your heels both fell which let the cold breeze run past your toes. Clear slapping noises were loud in his and your ears. The blaring and muffled music from inside proved meaningless. The pleasure and happiness to felt was more than any sense of fear.

"Are-Are you ready for my cum? Do you want it? Where?"

"Inside! Inside! I want to feel you inside me even when you leave!"

It wasn't a secret this relatively was taboo and forbidden. Ranpo would leave due to vampiric duties as the second oldest of his colony and his job as a detective. You missed him everytime he left and leaving you in the hell that was your life.

"Oh my sweet and poor dummy. Of course, I'll grant you the wish you so desire so that I'll be with you forever. But do not worry when my seed is gone, because my mark on your neck will be there."

You sobbed at his words.

"In fact, when you fall asleep I come to see you. I bite your neck when your asleep too. I'm sure felt my teeth in you, didn't you?"

Normally you would be shocked, but you were still in a haze. You weren't shocked, but aroused by his reveal of drinking your blood at night. Ranpo would come to visit you and leave a message to let you know he was here.

Oh how you loved this monster of a man.

"Give it to me, Ranpo! Please!"

You held no shame. You were completely enthralled with the hard pounding Ranpo was giving you. No longer were you paying attention to inside of the ballroom. Nor were you focusing on the cold hitting your breasts, face, and cunt.

Ranpo grunted and groaned loudly. He silenced himself quickly by once again biting down on your neck. His jacket was gripped tightly. Your mouth was agaped with tears streaming tears on your face.

You felt more full when Ranpo's cum began to flood. You felt as if your stomach was buldging due to the amount Ranpo was letting out of his cock. Your cunt throbbed and twitched around his cock as you went limp. Blurry vision clouded you and your mind.

The teeth in your neck released your flesh. Ranpo licked his lips, and smiled so widely upon your fucked out face. Looking upon you was an absolute delight. The top of your dress and under dress allowed your bare breasts to be assault by the wind. Dress was hiked up and it was stretched a bit more due to your body not being slimmed down.

His cock remained inside you which kept his cum inside you. You still clung to him and catching your breath.

Ranpo perked up hearing someone open the balcony doors. The detective smiled mischievously as he covered you with the jacket he wore. The person across the way didn't seem to notice them. Thankfully they were in a part of the balcony that was mostly very dark.

Your whimpers altered him. Your eyes were wide and looking at the person across the way. He called out for you while holding your face. Ranpo's cock was still in you as he cradled your face so gently.

"Why don't you run away with me?"

Request!! Can you prettyy please do a Ranpo x masochist reader? It can be to whatever degree you interpret it as: romatic & sexual, or a platonic pass-time to cut up a monotonous day. Go crazy w it. Physical or emotional, I'll eat up anything you put out. Feel free to ignore my dumbass, luv you! 𓆟

Yandere!Ranpo x Masochist!Reader

Another day at the Armed Detective Agency, the sun filtering through the wide office windows, the sound of papers shuffling, the occasional clatter of Fukuzawa’s tea set. Everything was normal.

At least, on the surface.

You were a new recruit—diligent, polite, attentive—the kind of employee everyone liked. You followed orders without complaint, kept your workspace tidy, and never seemed to cause trouble. Nothing about you was particularly suspicious.

But Ranpo noticed things.

The first incident.

It was entirely his fault, of course. He’d been slacking off (as usual), leaning lazily in his chair while balancing a cup of hot tea on his knee. Someone called his name, he turned too fast—

Ah, shit.

The cup tipped, spilling a few hot drops over your fingers before you managed to pull away.

"Ah—!"

Ranpo blinked down at the mess, lazily dragging his gaze back to you. You didn’t flinch. You just… turned your head slightly to the side, as if inconvenienced, as if this wasn’t worth reacting to at all. You wiped your hand on a napkin, casual as ever.

"Ahh, sorry, sorry~! Guess I got too excited" Ranpo said, dragging out his words in a sing-song tone.

"It’s okay" you replied easily, already moving on.

Ranpo squinted at you.

"Huh. That didn’t hurt?"

"Not really." You smiled

Hmmm.

The next time, he did it on purpose.

It was lunch time, the office mostly empty as everyone scattered to grab food. You were focused on your work, fingers gliding over the keyboard, too absorbed to notice Ranpo creeping up behind you.

"Boo!"

You didn’t jump.

You barely reacted at all. Your shoulders stiffened for half a second before you forced yourself to relax. But Ranpo saw it—the tension in your fingers, the way your breath hitched before settling into something controlled.

Not fear. Not normal startlement.

No—you were suppressing something.

Ranpo leaned on your desk, grinning. "Wow, you’re no fun. Didn’t even scream."

You smiled, but your grip on your pen tightened.

"You startled me a little."

"Liar~," Ranpo hummed, tilting his head. "That wasn’t ‘a little startled,’ that was a ‘I’m used to sudden things happening but I have to act normal’ kind of reaction."

Your fingers twitched. He saw that too.

The crowded hallway.

Yosano brushed past you while walking by, nothing more than a casual nudge of shoulders. You jerked ever so slightly, fingers curling, tension visible for half a second before you forced it down again.

Ranpo, watching from across the room, narrowed his eyes.

It wasn’t normal. The way you reacted to sudden movement, casual touches, heat, pain—it wasn’t the reaction of someone simply uncomfortable.

It was someone who wasn’t used to things being this light.

Ranpo popped a candy into his mouth, still watching you closely.

"Ne, ne~" he called lazily, "You sure are sensitive, huh?"

You glanced at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Dunno," he hummed, tapping his chin. "People brush past you, and you act like you’re bracing for something. But it’s subtle. Most people wouldn’t notice."

Ranpo grinned. "You don’t like pain, do you? You like it a little too much."

Your breath caught. Gotcha.

And from that moment on, Ranpo was hooked.

This was going to be so much fun.

It was too easy to pretend.

You kept your head down, listened well, followed orders. Everything about you was perfectly normal—on the surface. No reason for anyone to look too closely. No reason for anyone to suspect that beneath all that obedience was something much, much uglier.

Unfortunately, Ranpo wasn’t just anyone.

He didn’t act right away.

So instead, he watched. Quietly.

Every time you flinched—he noticed. Every time you suppressed a reaction—he noticed. Every time you acted a little too unaffected by something painful—he noticed.

And most importantly? He noticed the way you always made sure other people were around.

Because when people were watching, nothing could happen to you.

It was instinctual, the way you hovered just close enough to the others, safety in numbers, an unspoken barrier. But Ranpo was smarter than you. He was smarter than everyone.

And the moment he realized you were avoiding being alone with him?

That’s when he decided it was time to change the rules.

"You should stay late today."

He said it so casually. A lazy request, stretched out in a bored drawl, as if it were nothing important.

"You don’t mind, right? Just a little longer~? I could use the extra help with this case."

It was nonsense. Ranpo never needed help. And everyone in the ADA knew it.

You hesitated. But what could you say? No? That would be suspicious.

So you smiled, pretended it was fine. "Sure."

And with that, the office emptied out.

One by one, the others left. Atsushi, Yosano, Kunikida—all of them disappearing through the doors, their voices fading into the night. The agency lights dimmed, the usual buzz of conversation died, and soon...

It was just you and him.

Ranpo didn’t immediately pounce on his curiosity.

At first, he actually pretended to work—lounging back in his chair, half-heartedly flipping through files, occasionally tossing you some meaningless task just to keep you still.

Then, when he was sure the moment was right, he spoke.

"So… you don’t feel pain, huh?"

You froze.

It was so, so small. A brief pause in your breathing, a millisecond of tension in your fingers—but Ranpo saw it.

"What are you talking about?"

"Ohhh, don’t play dumb~." He propped his chin on one hand, watching you squirm. "I noticed, you know. You’re real good at hiding it, but I’m better at noticing things."

"I really don’t know what you mean."

Ranpo sighed dramatically, stretching his arms over his head. "Well, if you won’t admit it… should I prove it?"

Before you could react, he suddenly reached forward—

And flicked you hard on the forehead.

It wasn’t much. A childish, meaningless flick—something Atsushi would have yelped at, something Kunikida would have scolded him for. But you?

You didn’t move. Didn’t swat his hand away. Didn’t blink. Didn’t react at all.

"See? That’s what I’m talking about."

He leaned forward, too close now, too knowing. His elbows rested on his knees, posture casual, but his eyes—those sharp, all-seeing eyes—were locked entirely on you.

"That didn’t hurt, did it?"

"Don’t even try to deny~."

The office felt smaller than before. The empty desks, the dim lighting, the utter silence surrounding you both. Your heartbeat, the shift of your breath, the scrape of Ranpo’s chair as he leaned just a little closer—

It was suffocating.

"You’re really good at faking normal," he mused, tapping his chin.

His smile stretched, playful and lazy, but something dangerous lurked beneath it.

"But see, I’m kinda a genius? So stuff like that doesn’t really work on me."

He reached for his candy jar, popping one into his mouth as if this were just another conversation. As if he weren’t pinning you in place with nothing but words.

"So let’s play a game, okay?" he said cheerfully, unwrapping another candy—a deliberate pause, a build-up, forcing you to wait. "You tell me what’s up with you, and I won’t have to figure it out myself."

The candy clicked against his teeth. His smile didn’t fade.

"I mean, I’ll figure it out either way~."

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Ranpo hummed. "Liar."

Another flick—this time, to your wrist. A harmless little tap, one that shouldn’t even be worth reacting to. But the expectation behind it? The way Ranpo was watching, waiting, calculating?

It made something twist inside your stomach.

"It’s weird, y'know?" he continued. "Most people have all sorts of little tells when they feel pain. They wince, they pull away, they rub at the sore spot, even just instinctively."

He tilted his head, studying you like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit.

"But you? Nothing."

"Ohhhh~." His tone lifted into something mockingly amused. "Wait. That’s not it, is it?"

Your fingers curled—Ranpo saw.

"You don’t ignore pain, you like it."

"What I don’t get," he mused, tapping a finger against his temple, "is why you try so hard to pretend otherwise."

He moved. A slow shift, resting his chin in his palm, his elbow propped against the armrest—lazy, relaxed, but watching you like a cat with a cornered mouse.

"What’s the point?"

You swallowed.

"I don’t—"

"Nuh-uh." He cut you off, "No more lying~."

Then, Ranpo sighed dramatically. "Okay, fine. If you won’t say it, I’ll just have to test it myself."

And before you could process what he meant—

His fingers suddenly tightened around your wrist.

A simple touch, his thumb pressed lightly against your pulse, fingers wrapped loosely around your wrist.

But the implication was what made something cold coil down your spine.

Because Ranpo didn’t touch people.

Not unless he was stealing snacks or draping himself over Fukuzawa like a spoiled housecat. But this?

This was deliberate.

Ranpo hummed. "Ah, see? I can feel your pulse picking up~."

"That means you’re nervous," he went on, "But not scared. Which means—"

He squeezed.

Ranpo studied you for another long, agonizing moment before suddenly—letting go.

He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms with a yawn. "Welp~! That’s all I needed to know."

Ranpo smiled.

"You’re really bad at hiding things, y'know? But that’s okay!" His tone was cheerful. "I don’t mind playing with you a little."

Ranpo reached for another candy, lazily unwrapping it with one hand. He didn’t look at you, but you could feel the weight of his attention.

"Just so you know~," he drawled, popping the sweet into his mouth. "I’m not letting this go."

"And the fun part? You can’t stop me."

That much was clear.

Ranpo knew your secret.

----

Wherever you went, cases followed.

Murders, disappearances, odd incidents—the kind of things that required his presence, much to his displeasure.

Ranpo had noticed the pattern early on.

It wasn’t just coincidence. It wasn’t just bad luck.

You were like a grim reaper in disguise.

And for the first time in a while—Ranpo wasn’t bored.

"You attract the fun kind of trouble."

"Tsk, tsk~." Ranpo clicked his tongue, rocking back on his heels. "You really know how to keep me busy, huh?"

Another crime scene. Another case that wasn’t even worth his full brain power.

Blood soaked the alley floor. The body was still warm. And yet, Ranpo barely spared it a glance, instead letting his sharp green eyes drift to you.

You were used to this.

"You know, I almost feel bad," Ranpo continued, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Wherever you go, someone dies. How tragic~."

You sighed. "I don’t cause it."

"Mmm, debatable."

Ranpo grinned, but there was something sharper behind it.

"You're always at the scene. Always nearby. Even when it doesn’t make sense for you to be."

A slow step forward.

"Almost like you enjoy it."

He got bored so easily. That was the problem.

Most cases weren’t worth his time. Most people were predictable.

But you? You were different.

Ranpo licked his lips, thoughtful. "Ne, ne~. Do you think the killers know?"

"Know what?"

"That they should be more scared of you than me."

There it was. That little, tiny slip of hesitation.

Ranpo grinned.

"Don’t worry, I won’t tell."

For the first time in ages, solving cases wasn’t boring.

Because you were there. Because you reacted in all the wrong ways.

Because you weren’t normal, and Ranpo loved breaking things open just to see what spilled out.

"I think I’ll stick close to you~" he hummed, nudging your shoulder as the sirens wailed behind you both.

"After all—" he turned, smiling like a child with a new toy.

"—I wouldn’t wanna miss the show."

It was getting ridiculous at this point.

The Agency had been busier than ever since you joined.

Accidents. Murders. High-profile cases that should’ve been one-in-a-million coincidences—yet somehow, wherever you went, another incident cropped up.

Fukuzawa hadn’t said anything outright, but you knew he’d noticed. Kunikida was constantly scribbling in his notebook, muttering about “statistical anomalies.” Even Dazai had joked about how you were the unluckiest (or maybe luckiest) person they’d ever hired.

And Ranpo?

Ranpo just grinned like he already knew the answer.

"Maybe you’re cursed."

You had shrugged. "Maybe."

Ranpo hummed, popping a piece of candy into his mouth. "If you are, I kinda like it."

And that had been the end of that.

"Tch—! Atsushi, focus!"

You barely ducked in time as the enemy’s blade sliced through the air.

This case was supposed to be hard. A brutal serial killer—one with connections to the Port Mafia, one who had managed to evade capture far longer than expected.

Which was why Atsushi had been sent with you.

"I got him!" Atsushi growled, dodging a strike before slamming his claws into the enemy’s ribs—only for the bastard to twist away at the last second.

A few feet behind you, Ranpo yawned loudly. "Ahhh~. You guys are taking too long."

"Then help—!" Atsushi snapped, but Ranpo waved him off.

"Nah, I already solved it."

"…What?"

Ranpo grinned. "Yup! Figured it out ages ago. He’s got an old knife wound in his left side, see? From a previous fight. That’s why he keeps avoiding right-handed attacks—his muscles are weaker there."

Atsushi stared.

"Then—then why didn’t you say anything sooner?!"

"Because you were having fun~," Ranpo said simply, stretching his arms over his head. "And it’s not like I was ever in danger."

The second Ranpo spoke those words—the moment he revealed that he was the one who had figured everything out—The killer moved.

He must’ve known the Agency would catch him eventually. He must’ve known this was the end.

So if he couldn’t escape…

He would at least take one of you with him.

And he knew exactly who to target.

Ranpo—the brains of the Agency.

The knife swung for him.

And you—because you were you—reacted immediately.

Atsushi shouted. Ranpo’s eyes widened.

But neither of them moved fast enough.

Because you were already there.

You stepped into the blade.

Pain blossomed.

A sharp, beautiful thing.

The knife sank deep, slicing across your side, the force of the attack knocking the breath from your lungs. Blood soaked through your clothes, warm and spreading, but the moment the blade left your skin—

Your lips curled into a smile. That was amazing.

"Oi—!!"

Ranpo’s voice was sharper than you’d ever heard it.

He caught you just as your knees buckled. His usual lazy demeanor had vanished—replaced by something much, much darker.

"What the hell was that?" he hissed.

You swallowed, heart pounding. "Keeping you alive."

"That wasn’t your job."

"Well, it is now."

Ranpo’s expression shifted.

Something visibly snapped behind his green eyes.

Atsushi roared—his tiger form tearing into the culprit, rage and panic fueling his attack. The sound of metal hitting the floor, the sickening crunch of bones breaking—none of it mattered.

"You shouldn’t be able to smile like that."

His fingers dug into your wrist.

"You’re bleeding."

The moment you collapsed into him. The moment he realized you had taken a wound that was meant for him.

The game had shifted.

Ranpo wasn’t bored anymore.

"I don’t like that." His voice was light, but his grip on you was too firm. "I don’t like that at all."

And then—Ranpo smiled.

A slow, terrifyingly amused thing.

"Guess I’ll just have to keep a better eye on you, huh?"

---

The first thing you noticed was the lack of pain.

You should’ve felt sore, at the very least. That knife wound had dug deep, and yet— When you shifted, there was nothing. No sting, no ache—just the softness of a futon and the unmistakable presence of another person.

Ranpo.

Sitting cross-legged beside you, sucking lazily on a lollipop.

He was watching.

"Ohhh~." His voice was mockingly sweet. "Look who’s awake~."

You sat up slowly, glancing around. Yosano’s doing. You had been expecting that.

"Completely healed" he said, stretching. "Ain’t that nice? If it were anyone else, they’d probably still be out cold for another day or two. But since it’s you~"—he wiggled his fingers—"poof! Good as new."

You stared.

Then, cautiously, side-eyed him.

Ranpo giggled.

"What? You don’t trust me?" He pulled his lollipop from his mouth with a dramatic pout. "That hurts, y'know~."

You didn’t respond.

Ranpo hummed, twirling the candy between his fingers before suddenly holding it out to you.

"Here. Wanna taste?"

You glanced between him and the half-melted candy.

Slowly, narrowing your eyes.

Ranpo’s lips twitched.

"Haaah~. So rude." He rolled his eyes, stuffing the lollipop back into his own mouth before reaching into his pocket.

Crinkle.

A fresh one.

He unwrapped it for you, flashing you a mockingly indulgent smile as he held it up—

And just as your fingers brushed against it—

Ranpo leaned in.

And licked it.

Smirking as he pressed it right against your lips.

"Here~" he purred. "Open up."

"C’mon," he teased, voice dripping with amusement. "You’re not gonna waste it, are you?"

You could still see the way his tongue had just been on it.

The heat of his breath, the lazy grin, the unmistakable enjoyment dancing in his green eyes—

This was a game.

And he was waiting to see if you’d play along.

You didn’t play along.

Ranpo pouted dramatically.

"Maaaan" he sighed, tilting his head. "You’re no fun."

The lollipop hovered at your lips. Sticky. Sweet. Still carrying the warmth of his mouth.

You stared.

It was a battle of patience now.

Ranpo watched, waiting for you to crack.

You waited for him to get bored.

"Fine, be that way~."

You almost sighed in relief

Until his teeth sunk into your finger.

Not hard. But enough. Sharp canines pressing down—just the right amount of pressure— Your lips parted, a sharp inhale slipping through before you could stop it.

And in that moment of weakness—

Ranpo took his win.

With an obnoxiously pleased hum, he pushed the lollipop past your lips.

"See?" he cooed, leaning back with a mockingly triumphant smile. "That wasn’t so hard, now was it?"

You glared at him over the candy.

Ranpo just giggled.

He had won.

This time.

can you write gentle fem reader x bottom dazai smut…,.

FAIR SKIN AND RED ROPE

osamu dazai x reader | nsfw

cw! female reader, bottom dazai, shibari, SO SOFT sex, implied multiple rounds, vaginal sex, dacryphilia, soft femdom reader, mention of self-harm scars, slight pain kink, unprotected sex

thank you for the request! usually when I write reader I put myself into them which is just sub reader but imma try top reader just for you <3

"Oh sweet baby~"

Your hips bounced against his own. Wrist flicking back; holding the red rope tight. A moan came down from the man below you.

He moaned your name. You didn't miss the way tears rolled down his face due to the immense pleasure of rope against his skin, and your tight heat around him.

White was across his stomach, and some into the crevices in his skin. He was twitching wildly and overstimulated, as you were.

So sore and red but you couldn't stop yourself. You needed him and he needed you.

"Osamu~"

Your hands trailed down the rope that dug into the man's skin. He moaned at you subtle touch. His hips writhing up which caused a loud moan from you.

"Stop that!" You lightly slapped his thigh, and your grip on the rope tightened. He moaned from the slight pain erupting from the rope digging in. "You gotta behave, honey." You caressed his face so sweetly.

"Beladonna!" His lips caught you a sweet and passionate kiss. "You're so good for me." You hand petted his hair as your hips slammed down on him. Your own weight crashing down on his rather weak body (at the moment).

On any normal day, he'd overpower you, but right it was you who was in control.

Tears crying from everything. From your tight walls to your sweet praise Dazai drooled like a dog. His arms were weak and asleep painfully from not being able to use them.

He found himself loving to be at your beck and call. Beneath you and worshipping you, for you were found to be his everything.

"C'mon, cum for me, Osamu." You moaned for him. Your own legs shaking as you chased for your own release as well. "Do it." You're hands played with his hair as he sobbed from the pleasure.

It was too much and he loved it. "Ah- Bela!"

He was too sweet, despite his monstrous past. You loved this changed man and he was utterly weak against your gentle touch.

You shuddered as you came with him. Osamu's head back with a strained noise coming from him.

You lightly giggled. Coming down on his you kissed his neck and moved down to bite a hickey into his scarred neck. Your hands trailed down sides.

He moaned strangled as your hips began to grind on his soft cock between your hot walls. "Fuck!" He cried.

You only laughed.

"Be a good boy for me, would ya?"

Can you do Kenshi Takahashi x reader who is a kitsune (a nine-tailed fox which can change shape into human and fox forms)?

WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?

kenshi takahashi x kitsune! reader | sfw

CW! gn reader, can be seen as either romantic or platonic, headcannons, mk1 styled intros

thank you for the request! <3

You: It’s a ponderous thought that you can see despite the setback.

Kenshi: Sento made the difference and helped me regain what I lost.

—

I believe Kenshi would probably dislike you in the beginning, as he did Johnny Cage.

Kitsune are known to be playful and mischievous creatures, and you and Johnny fit that bill. But also wise.

Your very wisdom may entice him into your arms. Even your very cuteness as a fox may do so as well.

In the act of Mortal Kombat you proved useful in stopping Shang Tsung. Your trickery was to be challenged.

He admired that about you, and how you willingly challenged Shang Tsung, and scolded the sorcerer of his treatment of Syzoth.

Your illusions against enemies and mind control truly made things easy for them, especially when Kenshi was still loss

Kitsune were mischievous creatures but they were compassionate. They could ward off evil, and you did that for Kenshi

Somehow he didn’t lie in self pity and loathing his situation; Johnny gave him his sword and took care of him, and you provided him emotional support

-

Kenshi: You’ve been alive for thousands of years.

You: Am I lonely? That’s what you’re thinking isn’t it.

-

Kenshi has felt trapped in his family history, and the Yakuza. You two are the same in some regard.

Your kind in some ways is seemed as troublesome, but you were only protecting yourselves.

Someone who’s lived thousands of years and has been lonely; not knowing who to trust, so you remained by yourself

With this new revelation there’s a new understanding of each other. Learned and have changed since the defeat of Titan Shang Tsung

Developing a close relationship which involves much cute aggression

Your fluffy exterior is perfect for Kenshi’s sense of touch, even with Sento showing him sight he still likes when you use your tails to help him get around

Your sweet like that, and always pout when he doesn’t fall for your sneak attacks anymore

The two of you always are great partners when fighting, because after all a cute little thing with multiple tails and ears, and a blind swordsman

Any individual dumb enough to not hear of your won’t expect much, and it’ll end in their death (probably)

You two are friends, and might as well be a trio with Johnny. Two silly beings that like to mess with Johnny

And Kenshi found that he would have it no other way

TREAT YOU BETTER

curly x reader | sfw

CW! gn reader, more platonic leaning but can be seen as romantic if you want, hurt comfort, j#mmy bashing, friends to best friends, pre-game

Summary! Simple, convince Curly that Jimmy isn’t good for him, and that he’s an asshole.

You stilled watching Jimmy talking to Curly.

Furrowed brows tightening when seeing how uncomfortable and stiff Curly had become when Jimmy started to expressing a certain amount of anger.

Too much anger.

“Jim, God- please-“

“No, it’s you that needs to do this! For me, or I’ll end up somewhere worse, and so will you.”

You grimaced at the language. You watched as Curly stepped back experimentally. Nervous and anxious around the angry man in front of him.

"God you know what! Fuck you Curly!"

Your eyes blinked rapidly as Jimmy walked away. It left Curly standing there with an opened mouth. Shaking clenched fists and clear incoming tears he chose to push down.

Softly, "Curly."

His body shook as he found you staring at him. Slowly you took his hands and led you to somewhere else in the mall. "Let it all out."

You pulled the man into an embrace. Curly's sobs were gut wrenching. Piled upon piles of repressed feelings were let out.

Softly you rubbed his back as he sobbed his loving heart out.

Curly was a man that cared too much, and didn't like conflict. Caring way too much about Jimmy who was horrible to him.

Curly was too good for that piece of shit.

Curly let that love affect everything. All to not upset the angry and manipulative Jimmy. You scowled at the thought of that man.

"Don't listen to that piece of shit, Curly. He's wrong." You whispered into the blondes ear.

"But-"

"Sshh. Don't talk." Hand goes up to his curls and ran a hand through them. Too far, maybe but it soothed the man in your arms.

"He's wrong. About you, Curly. You're not too much and it's him who is guilty. He's grown man that needed to take responsibility for his own actions."

Slowly, you pulled away. Your hands cupping the man's face firmly. Curly's eyes were puffy with red nose. Tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared at you.

"It is him who'll fall and only him. He's doing it to make it seem like it's your fault because he's dependent on you, Curly."

Curly didn't speak. He listened.

The screws were turning in his head as he listened to your words.

"Making you feel responsible for him then you'll fall for this little fuckery he's casting." You smiled. A laugh followed, "You're too kind and conflict avoiding, Curly."

You removed your hands from Curly's face. Still and frozen he watched you smile gently at him but firmness stayed.

"Don't settle for a piece of shit like him. No man treats his friend like that. Not like luggage, and clearly manipulating you like everything's your fault when it's his."

Curly nodded. He wiped his tears and snot away with his sleeve. "He's bad. To me?" A question and not a statement.

"Yes, he's bad for you. An asshole, Curly."

You squinted your eyes and saw how Curly was fighting himself in his head. "God, just what has Jimmy done to you, Curly."

You had a sneaking suspicion that if this continued then something would happen. Something terrible and Jimmy would do something terrible.

Something terrible to someone else, and Curly.

Curly wouldn't know how to help and it would be too late. It was best to put an end to this now, or else.

"That position at Pony's Express. Curly." Your voice was firm. Eyes practically glaring at Curly who froze up.

"I don't mean to be forceful but you can't allow Jimmy to be with you or on a ship with you or anyone honestly. I'd prefer it that way but if you do get him a job then make sure he's far away from you." You set a hand on Curly's shoulder.

"Or make sure he's set low on the ladder. He's gonna hurt people. He's gonna hurt you, Curly. So please." You begged.

"Okay...I see how he's...What he's done to me..." Curly spoke quietly. Still sniffling and tears still falling from his face.

He swallowed and cleared his throat. "Okay." He picked his head up.

Firmly.

Like a captain.

You smiled. Like a captain.

Holy Batman!

Broke: Bruce hits his kids

Woke: Bruce has a rule where if his kids hit him first, they have to spar with him

Bespoke: Bruce always finds a way to turn those “punishment spars” into a full-body pin that turns into a hug and that hug lasts until said batkid stops trembling or yelling and they can talk like normal people again

MOON AND STARS

hal jordan x battinson | sfw

Cw! Older Hal, Younger Bruce Wayne, romantic leaning, DC Justice League War references, slight spoilers to The Batman (2022), headcannons, suggestive content

thank you to the person who requested this. the request got lost in the cosmos :( these two are hilarious to me (especially if it's battinson in particular)

It was simple. Catch the alien that was terrorizing Gotham. Capture him and things would be fine.

Of course things could never be simple for Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern.

He meets face-to-face with Batman. He expected some older man who was all dark and brooding, which he was, but this Batman was young.

He was anxious and honestly very emo.

The younger man was irritating and always telling Hal to get out of his city. Hal was appalled because how dare he.

Batman was inexperienced.

But this was the same Batman that restored faith in Hal's self. He and Batman, or rather Bruce Wayne said they were the most normal on this team of other gods.

Hal admired the young man's stance. Despite all his broody emo behavior the bat proved to be a symbol of hope and justice.

Hal continued his teasing and the name Spooky rang heavy on his tongue, and soon it felt much more adoring than demeaning. The Batman; Bruce Wayne was a shy man who kept to himself and was learning to accommodate Hal's eccentricity.

They didn't know when it happened.

Hal found himself enamored with the younger man who was a wet kitten. His hands were suddenly tracing every mortal scar on the young man's skin.

Batman suddenly felt a surge of love he never felt before. All there was was Alfred after the death of his parents, and that pain and need for vengeance.

Then the Riddler, and now this.

Opened to the city and hope, and now this man; Green Lantern, Hal Jordan proved to be someone who wanted him the most annoying person on earth. But even so, Bruce couldn't deny this feeling for the other.

The solemn darkness of Gotham haunted Bruce like a ghost. He was the darkness, for he was vengeance and Green Lantern was the light. He was the green light across the ocean and shined brightly for Bruce to see.

Rocky. It was was. Bruce and Hal proved to be people most unlikely to become an item and they argued. Silence from the bat and irritation on the guardian's end.

Still, they ended up in the bedroom where every scar was counted and every scar was kissed with such care and gentleness. After years of being touch-starved and used to the pain Bruce cried. The last night he did it was alone after Alfred got hurt due to his actions.

Every good thing wasn't desevering of him. He wasn't deserving of it.

The Green Lantern's guilt was astronomical. For he was chosen and that belief wavered. Did he even know what he was doing? Then Hal found himself being approached with comforting words. Hesitant kisses. A pale body of scars and fear against his.

Never again would neither of them feel inferior. They were normal in the most human way.

The Batman was costume, even if Brucie was mask just as Bruce Wayne was too.

Green Lantern was the ring. Without it; Hal Jordan was all that was left.

Darkness and light together. Warping beautifully the two joined in bed. Tanned body above another with the most humorous and comforting words ever. The caressing of skin and those damn butterfly kisses.

So sweet and intoxicatingly addictive. Bruce wouldn't stand it, and he let it happen. Hal wouldn't leave him alone, ever again.

🎀"MISTRESS OF MAGIC"🎀

mortal kombat men & zatanna! reader intros | sfw

characters - liu kang , shang tsung , johnny cage

cw! mk1 styled intros, gn! reader, could be seen as either platonic or romantic

part 2

LIU KANG

You: God and Keeper Of Time? Talk about powerful.

Liu Kang: No need to flatter me.

-

Liu Kang: I look forward to your magic show.

You: I know you will! Johnny and I worked hard on it.

-

You: Belief is a rather fragile thing...

Liu Kang: You would know that better than anyone.

-

Liu Kang: You're father's fate was hardest thing to softened.

You: Is that so, then thank you for trying.

SHANG TSUNG

You: Rather egotistical man you are?

Shang Tsung: You're too polite, my dear.

-

Shang Tsung: Such a waste of power.

You: Thank the gods it never laid itself in your hands.

-

You: In another world your a good sorcerer.

Shang Tsung: Considering your supreme belief I'm almost inclined to believe you.

-

Shang Tsung: The battle of sorcerers begins today.

You: You lost this battle the moment you started using your gift for evil.

JOHNNY CAGE

Johnny Cage : Think about it, Johnny Cage and the Mistress of Magic!?

You: I quite like that idea, Cage.

-

You: With my magic anything is possible.

Johhny Cage: Not as powerful as movie magic.

-

Johnny Cage: is it true your a descendent of Leonardo Da Vinci

You: The one and only, Johnny Cage.

-

You: Would you help me show Outworld the wonders of showtime?

Johnny Cage: Say no more dollface.

Bruce sends his kids little notes using carrier bats. It first started when Dick moved out and he wanted to talk to his son but didn't want to call and then have dick hang up on him or decline, didn't want to see his message be left on read, so he bought a little circus bat and taught it to fly to wherever Dick’s scent was (ie he would hang a piece of dicks clothing up at one end of the cave) and built him a nest built of dicks old bedsheets and then tied a little note to its foot, just a little question about how the weather is in Bludhaven and if hes getting enough sleep and alfred misses him, nothing that can be seen as overbearing or forcing himself into his life, and the little bat flies all the way to Bludhaven and hangs on Dicks window and Dick sees it and memories slam into him full force because bats are batman and robin and he cant, not yet. So he doesn't open the window. Ignores him. But the little bat is anything if not as stubborn as the man who trained him so he stays. And after two days Dick relents because the bat hasn't moved an inch and is probably hungry, so he brings him inside and then he sees the note for the first time and opens it and then he breaks and the tears flow because Bruce cares and bruce still wants him. And dick spends time with the little bat and takes it on missions as Nightwing because they’re both nocturnal and then finally, dick attaches a little note to the bats leg and he flies off to bruce. And bruce sees the little bat on his window and opens it, when he spots Dick standing just below, smiling faintly. “Hey b.” 

Bruce gets a bat from the cave ceiling for Babs almost immediately after her accident with Joker because he has responsibilities but he cant leave her alone so he sends her notes everyday and hopes the bat is a good enough companion and when she becomes oracle the bat serves as an exchange of information and contacts and bruce still uses him to check up on her and babs rolls her eyes everytime, but its fond

And so then when Jason comes bruce finds another little bat hanging in crime alley and uses her as a therapy animal after he dies and trains her the way he trained Dick’s but the bat doesn't have anyone to fly to and bruce tries not to cry when he sends it out with notes and it returns because it has no one to deliver to… until one day it doesn't come back. And bruce is afraid and confused and a week later the bat is back, a new note attached to her leg and bruce takes it and breaks down and he gets to talk to his son again. 

Tim already comes with his own bat because Nightwing has one, but the little girl imprints on Bruce right away and Tim pouts but he cant really be angry, not when Bruce sends his bat over to him almost daily while hes in the batcave or his room or the tower with reminders to eat and sleep and coupons for coffee

When Steph arrives Bruce hates himself for firing her but he just cant right now, but he stills gets a bat from the cave and sends it to her and apologizes because he cant bring himself to leave everything unspoken between them and Steph actually adores it and every so often she’ll send him a note and bruce knows hes forgiven

For Damian theres no need for a bat because he lives in the house with Bruce, but then they have Goliath and well… he serves as a messenger when no one else can get damian out of the training area

bruce has never named the bats, thinking that was for them alone to do and he didnt want to get too attached because theres always a chance he pushed too far and his kids wont send a message back, but one day all his kids were hanging out in the living room together and bruce had just come up to join them when he hears dick say "hey wheres b? the movie's about to start?" and jason chucks a piece of popcorn in his mouth and goes "idk, ill send him a note." but tim goes "no i will!" and all together they yell "ROBIN!!!" and all their bats come flying from the cave and fly to their specific masters and Bruce cant fight the tears and when every little bat flies towards him and delivers their note he walks out into the living room and gives them the biggest hug