Bsd Tecchou - Blog Posts

While I finish my Rimlaine piece, here's a Tecchou sketch pookie 🫶❤️

If I had really specific lore for Suegiku and wrote it to post on ao3 ………..

If it would focus on Jōno during the criminal era, as well as touch on Tetchō’s beginnings as a Hunting Dog ……………………

and would be like sinister yurified suegiku……………….

I’m making a Bsd RP server and I ain’t got no one yet😭

It’s just a fun server that anyone can join sooo

This is also my first time making a discord server

He looks exhausted when he walks in—a hectic week altogether—tie loose, hair a mess, the weight of the day still clinging to his shoulders. You only get a proper kiss before he mumbles something about freshening up, leaving you standing there, needy and restless, watching him disappear into the bathroom.

When he comes back, he’s shirtless, hair damp, towel lazily slung around his neck. He settles on the bed against the headboard, long legs stretched out, a book in his hand. The glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows over his chest, the definition of his collarbones, the slope of his abs. And yet, he doesn’t seem to notice the way your gaze lingers.

You’re curled up at the edge of the bed, watching him, sulking a little. He must feel it, must sense the heat of your stare, because he barely glances up from his book before tilting his head toward you.

“Come here, baby.” His voice is low, lazy, but there’s something in it that makes your stomach tighten. “Sit on me.”

You first didn't understand if he meant his face or his lap, when he takes off his shorts is when you understand.

Your breath catches. “Aren’t you tired?”

A slow smirk tugs at his lips. “And? C'm on, you know both you and I want it.”

That was enough to make warmth pool at the base of your spine. He sets the book aside for a second, beckoning you with his fingers.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice like honey, thick and coaxing. “Missed you.”

It’s enough to make you move before you can think better of it, before you can let the last bit of hesitation keep you away. As soon as you settle onto his lap, his hands find your waist, taking down your panties as you lift your hips up.

He lifts you slightly, making you sit on his cock, it doesn't completely fit, of course, thumbs stroking your skin through the fabric of your shirt as his tip teases that spot.

He picks up the book again, but his eyes flicker down to yours,

“You gonna behave while I read?”

You shift slightly, just enough to make his grip tighten.

His chuckle is low, teasing. “Didn’t think so.”

He picks up the book again, pretending to be absorbed in it, but you don’t miss the way his grip tightens when you shift just a little.

“You comfortable, darlin'?” he murmurs absently, eyes flicking over the pages, but there’s a teasing lilt to his voice. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You hum, pressing your palms to his bare chest, tracing slow circles over his skin. “Mhm,” you breathe, leaning in, brushing your lips over his jaw. He doesn’t react, doesn’t move—just keeps reading like you’re not practically melting against him.

So, you move. Just a little. A slow, innocent shift, dragging your body against his like you’re just trying to get comfortable. His fingers twitch against your waist.

Still, he doesn’t say anything.

You try again, shifting higher, rolling your hips ever so slightly before sinking back down, your arms wrapping loosely around his neck.

His jaw tenses, his breath catches—just for a second—but he keeps his face hidden behind the book, stubbornly ignoring you.

“Baby,” you whine softly, dragging your lips along the column of his throat, your fingers slipping into his hair. He’s so warm, so solid beneath you, and the way he’s acting like he doesn’t care makes heat spark in your stomach.

He exhales through his nose, tilting his head back just enough to let you nuzzle into him, but his voice stays even. “What is it, sweetheart?”

You shift again, slower this time, your body pressing flush against his. His hands slide down, palms warm against your thighs now, holding you in place—but not stopping you.

“You’re ignoring me,” you pout, rolling your hips ever so slightly.

He lets out a low hum, flipping a page with maddening calm. “Am I?”

“Mmhm,” you whisper, lips brushing his ear now. “Feels mean.”

His grip tightens, his fingers flexing, but he doesn’t pull you closer, doesn’t stop you. He just lets you move, lets you tease yourself against him while he hides behind the book like you’re not driving him insane.

Finally, after another slow shift of your hips, he exhales sharply, his fingers pressing into your skin. “You having fun, sweet thing?”

You grin, pressing your forehead against his. “Maybe.”

You keep moving against him, slow and teasing, pressing yourself closer, but he doesn’t give in. Doesn’t acknowledge the way your body rolls against his, how your hands roam over his chest, fingertips tracing over his collarbones, his shoulders, the muscles in his arms.

He just keeps his book in front of his face, pretending to be unaffected, though his grip on your waist tightens each time you shift.

Still, you don’t stop.

You press your lips to the curve of his jaw, down his throat, your breath warm against his skin. Nothing. Another slow roll of your hips. Nothing. His chest rises a little quicker, but he keeps reading, keeps ignoring the way you’re growing needier by the second.

So you pull back.

Lift off of him completely, his hands falling from your waist as you shift onto your knees in front of him. He doesn’t say a word, but you can feel his gaze burning into you. Like he isn’t gripping the book just a little too tight.

And then—slowly, deliberately—you pull your shirt over your head. Let it fall somewhere on the bed before you turn around, completely bare.

This time, when you sink on him again, when your skin presses against his, warm and soft, he sucks in a quiet breath. It’s subtle, barely audible, but you hear it—the smallest groan, low in his throat, like he’s finally letting himself react, just for a second.

You smirk, leaning back against his chest, your bare back skin meeting his warmth. His hand finds your waist again, palm splayed across your stomach now, going lower, caressing your public hair, fingers pressing in ever so slightly, then, creeping up to your breasts.

But still—one hand stays on the book, his eyes flickering over the pages like he isn’t affected, like he doesn’t feel the heat of your body against his.

Then—slowly, lazily—his free hand moves up, reaching for the band holding your hair in place. A gentle tug, and your ponytail loosens, hair spilling over your shoulders, cascading down your back.

He exhales, fingers threading through the strands, brushing them over one shoulder before his palm rests lightly against your collarbone. His lips ghost the side of your head, warm and teasing.

You lift again, rolling your hips, teasing yourself against him, but he’s too big—he doesn’t completely fit, and the realization sends a frustrated whimper past your lips. You try again, sinking down only to an extent, but it’s not enough. The slow drag, the aching stretch—it’s driving you crazy.

And then—you feel it. The sharp inhale he takes, the way his fingers dig into your hips, his patience snapping in an instant.

His book is tossed aside without a second thought.

Before you can process it, he grips your waist and pushes you down onto him fully, a deep, strained groan rumbling from his chest as you gasp with a moan, hands flying to his thighs for support. The pressure, the overwhelming fullness—it has your whole body trembling.

Then, he moves.

He leans forward, chest pressing against your back, his warmth caging you in as he shifts, guiding you down onto your elbows and knees. You barely register the change in position before he presses against you from behind, rolling his hips in slow, deep thrusts that knock the air from your lungs.

A strangled moan escapes you, your fingers clutching at the sheets as he moves again, unhurried but devastating, each motion precise, like he’s savoring the way you fall apart beneath him.

His breath is heavy, hot against the back of your neck. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” His voice is rough, strained, and when you whimper in response, he lets out a low groan, his hips pressing even deeper.

He leans forward, to hear you and to feel your skin better—his arm slides around your throat from behind, not tight, just enough to keep you close, to keep you exactly where he wants you.

His grip is firm but careful, fingers resting lightly against your pulse, feeling the way it races beneath his touch. He groans again, voice husky in your ear as he keeps moving, slow and deep, his other hand holding your waist.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your neck. “Take it. J—just like that.”

Your eyes flutter open, hazy with pleasure, and that’s when you see it—the mirror straight ahead, mounted on the wall opposite the bed.

The sight knocks the breath from your lungs.

The reflection captures everything—his body towering over yours, his one hand gripping your waist and the other on your heck, the way he moves against you, desperate, like he can’t get enough. His expression is dark with hunger, his lips parted, chest heaving with each deep thrust, biting and kissing your neck.

You can’t look away.

A choked moan escapes your lips, louder than before, your gaze locked on the image before you. The way you tremble beneath him, the way his body fits against yours so perfectly—it sends another wave of heat through you.

Behind you, he notices.

His pace falters for a second, his head tilting slightly before he follows your gaze—and when he sees it, when he sees himself buried deep inside you, his body covering yours, your dazed eyes, drool from your lips, how you tighten around him, how your moans got louder, his grip on your waist tightens.

A low, guttural groan rumbles from his chest.

"You like that view, sweetheart?" His voice is husky, rough with desire.

You can barely manage a response, your moan answering for you, and that’s all it takes.

"Y—yeah? you like that baby?"

His pace shifts—harder, faster, so hard you start moving upwards away from him so he pulls you back on him, as if the sight of you together, of you unraveling beneath him, has pushed him over the edge. His breathing turns ragged, each thrust sending shivers down your spine, and you know he’s close.

So are you.

Your hands clench the sheets, your body arching, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until—

His name spills from your lips, broken and breathless, as the pleasure crashes over you, leaving you trembling in his grasp.

Only then does he let go.

With one final thrust, his body tenses, his own release following yours, a deep groan escaping as he collapses onto you, his weight warm and heavy, pressing you into the bed.

For a moment, neither of you move.

His chest rises and falls against your back, his breath warm against your shoulder, his arms still wrapped around you like he’s unwilling to let go just yet.

Then—softly, teasingly—he presses a lazy kiss to the side of your neck, his voice a deep murmur against your skin.

"Now that," he breathes, a satisfied smirk in his tone, "was a sight worth watching."

A lazy hum vibrates against your skin as he stays draped over you, his weight heavy but comforting, grounding you after the storm you both just weathered. His lips graze your shoulder, soft and lingering, before he finally shifts, rolling off you just enough to let you breathe.

But he doesn’t let go.

Instead, he pulls you back against his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing his face into the crook of your neck. His breathing is deep, still uneven, but his lips find your skin again, trailing slow, featherlight kisses along your shoulder, up to your jaw.

"You okay, sweetheart?" His voice is warm, thick with exhaustion, but there’s a hint of something else too—concern, devotion, the quiet way he always makes sure you’re alright.

You nod, still catching your breath, and he chuckles softly, his fingers brushing lazy circles against your bare skin.

"Did so well for me," he murmurs, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

You sigh, sinking into his warmth, letting yourself melt as he shifts to sit up, reaching over to grab the blanket from the edge of the bed. With careful hands, he pulls it over both of you, tucking you close against him, his body still warm from exertion.

The weight of exhaustion tugs at your limbs, pulling you toward sleep, but just as you begin to drift, you feel it—

A slow, lazy touch trailing along your skin.

At first, it’s featherlight, almost absentminded, like he’s moving on instinct even in his half-asleep state. His fingertips trace delicate patterns along your stomach before slipping lower, pressing against you with a knowing intent.

Your breath hitches.

"Mm," he hums sleepily against your neck, his voice thick with exhaustion but still laced with that ever-present hunger. "Not done with you yet, sweetheart."

The words send a shiver through you, heat pooling where his fingers tease, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring the way you react even with his eyes closed. His grip tightens around your waist, keeping you close as his lips press against the curve of your shoulder, a lazy, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

"You can take one more for me, can’t you? I can’t believe I lived without this for a week.”

Usually, he takes his time, his mouth and hands working in tandem, drawing you apart piece by piece, only then do you come on his cock, but tonight, there was a crack in the routine.

He’s tired—so tired—and yet, not enough to resist.

Not enough to deny himself this.

His fingers dip lower, pressing against you, and when he feels the heat, the wetness waiting for him, he lets out a low, satisfied hum.

“I almost forgot,” he murmurs, lips trailing along the curve of your jaw, “how gorgeous you are like this. All flustered, sensitive and red and—”

He presses in, two fingers sliding deep, and the breath you take is sharp, stolen from your lungs.

“—so fucking wet for me.”

His fingers move with a practiced rhythm, slow but deliberate, coaxing you closer. His lips press against your shoulder, murmuring against your flushed skin, a litany of sweet nothings that only make the pleasure coil tighter inside you.

"That’s it, sweet, sweet cunt," he breathes, voice thick with exhaustion but dripping with satisfaction. "Let go for me… just like that."

Your head falls back against his shoulder, body melting into his as he works you through it, his touch unrelenting until he feels you come undone, trembling in his arms. He doesn’t stop until the last wave passes, until he’s sure he’s wrung out every last drop of pleasure from you.

Only then does he ease his fingers out, dragging them up over your thigh, slow and reverent, as if he’s memorizing the way you feel against him. His other arm tightens around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, anchoring you against his chest, clean his fingers by tasting you.

"Missed you so much," he mutters into your hair, voice barely above a whisper. "Don’t think I can go a week without you again."

His lips press against your temple, soft and lingering, before he shifts, reaching for the blanket and pulling it over both of you. His warmth surrounds you, his touch still gentle as he strokes lazy circles into your hip, lulling you into a haze of post-bliss exhaustion.

"You good, sweetheart?" he asks, voice softer now, more tender. You nod sleepily, and he chuckles, kissing the top of your head.

"Sleep," he whispers. "I’ve got you."

And with his arms wrapped around you, his breath steady and warm against your skin, you believe him.

Spinner Knife Fukuchi cannot attack Jouno because he can disintegrate into particles. COME ON JOUNO COME ON WE NEED YOU SO MUCH YOUR HUSBAND IS ALREADY BACK-

Bungo Stray Dogs Wan! Chapter 172: Find It! Strongest Military Police Force

Disclaimer: This is my first time translating and I don't really know japanese so there can be some translation mistakes but I was really pissed that there was no eng translation for this chapter so i just decided to do it myself. I used hundreds of different translators to get this as accurate as possible (don't ask how much time it took me😀) but anyway here it is. Pls don't cancel me😭 p.s. eng is not my first language so there can be some mistakes

Hunting dogs acting goofy (let's just pretend that the latest chapters didn't happen😭)

Finally drew them

that one couch meme

Happy birthday bgg :33

Doodles to my bsd bar au X2

It's fofor (im gonna cry, i just watched the yellow incident on yt)

this is probably not a cannon talk between the two but let me imagine this with my au 🙏

i accidentally spilt a little water on Fyodor, its fine since he looks uglier. uhm, spoilers?? Tecchou's/Tetchō's/bgg's design

merrow, i already have Margaret done, just gotta think of some quotes that might fit her.

And then Verlaine find Atsushi in a random alley and decides to adopt him too

Hear me out: Verlaine and Rimbaud living happily in a ranch house in the French countryside with Chuuya who they adopted (read: stole). They live happily away from the control of any of their governments who want to use them.

And then a few years later, a group of kids, two of whom are currently younger than Chuuya, show up at their door asking for a place to stay for the night.

Verlaine does some digging and convinces Rimbaud to take them in.

And now Verlaine, who claims to be so far detached from humanity, is raising a bunch of kids.

Just like cute domestic moments with them too.

Teruko aging Chuuya up and him not getting any taller and getting upset

Tachihara tripping and scratching his nose and Verlaine cleans it and puts a bandaid on

Rimbaud using his ability when Jouno gets overwhelmed by things like thunderstorms

Tecchou eating his silly food combos and Verlaine, assuming this is normal people diet, joining in

They’re very careful about keeping them hidden because Rimbaud is worried the Japanese government will look for them (Verlaine and Chuuya both claim they would kick their asses causing Rimbaud to roll his eyes and kiss Verlaine and Chuuya to gag)

But eventually as time goes by, they calm down a bit

So we get Verlaine, Rimbaud, and their small army of government science projects at the amusement park and doing happy family activities and things like that

Okay I'm pretty proud of this ngl, I hope it doesn't flop :"D

Closeup

+ an extra suegiku scene hehe

This post made me realize that Fukuchi is the dad you go to when Fukuzawa says no.

So you’re telling me Fukuchi genuinely rolled up with a 6 year old military vet, a 13 year old thief, a blind criminal mastermind, and Tecchou, who is Tecchou, and just asked to have a super powered military unit? And they said yes???

Hello! How are you my dear?

I came back with a new request! This time with a little mix up of fandom, hopefully that's ok?

I was thinking about the boys receiving a kiss on the cheek from their crush for the first time!

Could please write for ryusui (Dr stone) and tecchou ( bungou stray dogs)?

Thank you!

Oh my goodness anon I’m so sorry that I took so long to write back! My life has been so busy and I just blanked out on what I should write! I hope you can forgive me and please enjoy 💖

Ryusui and Tecchou when they receive a kiss from their crush💕

Ryusui: pre petrification 

Ryusui invited you to his home cinema to watch your favorite movie because he’s somehow never seen it before

Everything is set up perfectly: he has your favorite snacks, a cozy blanket for both of you to share, drinks, the best luxury recliners known to man

Today was the day he was finally going to do it, he was going to ask you to be his!

When you arrive he greets you excitedly and escorts you to the theatre 

That’s when everything goes wrong💀

First he spills the popcorn on the floor

Then when he hands you your drink, his hand slips making it fall all over you 

After you got into a new pair of clothes his a/c went out so it was extremely hot in there 

THEN the movie kept acting weird so he had to keep trying to figure out what was wrong with the projector 

But after the whole catastrophe, you both finally sat down and enjoyed the movie 

Your “favorite” movie

“Wow (y/n)! This movie was amazing! No wonder La La Land is your favorite movie!”

“…yeah it is!”

👁️👄👁️

“La La Land isn’t your favorite movie is it?”

“N-no…” 

He was so devastated!

This whole thing was pointless. He thought he ruined everything! There was no way he could ask you out now!

A small sigh and giggle escape your lip

You kiss his cheek shyly

“I still had a great time Ryusui. Thank you for everything!” You pack up your belongings and head to the door. “Oh and Ryusui?”

“Hm?” 

“I like you too.”

Maybe this night wasn’t so bad 

Tecchou: before Fukuchi’s whole plan thing 

You worked at the front desk 

You would always greet everyone and of course they would always greet you back but Tecchou was the only one to ever have a conversation with you

And everyone knew why, but of course not you 

Everyday he would talk to you about something different 

“Yeah strawberries with ketchup are the best. Something about how both the reds mixing together is so appealing.” Or “Tell me, is it hard to live without an ability?”

One day you were informed that he’ll be going on a long mission, so you wouldn’t have your daily talks

But that wasn’t your main concern, it was the rank. He was supposed to go into one of Japan’s most dangerous areas, with no way of contact to anyone else.

“I don’t know Tecchou, there has to be another way to carry this mission out, or at least someone can go with you, even if it’s someone as weak as me at least I’ll be there!”

You tear up as he packs his bag 

He’s honestly glad his back is to you or else you would’ve seen him blush

“I’ll be fine (y/n). This is part of being a hunting dog.”

He carries his bag as he walks to you

“Please don’t cry. You’re too beautiful to cry.”

You wipe your tears as an idea strikes you

“At least let me give you something before you leave, but you have to promise to return it to me when you get back!” 

He nods and sticks out his pinky, remembering the time you told him how pinky promises are the most sacred vow 

You wrap your pinky around his, then you stand on your tip toes to kiss his cheek

Both of you are redder than the strawberry ketchup mixture

He smiles and pulls his hat over his face as he walks towards the door

“I promise I’ll return it to you when I get back.”

NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE SAYS I will always love Skk, you can't make me hate them, never!!!!

I was going to add RanPoe too but I have never really seen people actively hating on that ship. Most people love it or are neutral but I rarely see anyone hating it!

We all have a ship that's so popular that people often call it overrated. What's yours?

(nope I am gonna ignore the new chapter 116, didn't see it, totally)

These are some other ships I found (mostly from shipping fandom)

Special mention to Ranpo x Yosano, I do not ship them and only consider them platonic (Kunisano is better for me!) and Akuhigu which I also don't ship because I seriously don't see it at all, although I still consider it underrated.

I tried to add ships here that I personally consider underrated which means it's a completely subjective opinion/choices!

Any other ships you like, you can comment down!!!

Ps: THANK YOU GUYS FOR MAKING DANPO WIN I LOVE THIS FANDOM

Some quotes are changed to fit the number of words for the poll!

I don't remember more lines although there's no lack of gay quotes in this show (feel free to share your favourites)

Not Skk and sskk having TWO confession scenes.

Dazai, you make fun of Akutagawa but at least his confessions aren't getting rejected like yours.

"What's the worst can he do?"

"He shoots me"

"that's better than a verbal rejection"

I'm so sorry Tachihara for ruining your epic reveal moment but as soon as Jouno put the cape on you and it started to swish in the non-existent wind I knew what I had to do

This is their equivalent of t-posing at their enemies btw.

(Text:

Tachihara: "Yes, it is I. The fifth Hunting Dog."

Fukuchi: "It's him!")

They gotta support the baby of the group

Run, if you can

Haven’t drawn in this style in a long time

Happy Pride Month!!!

Adult content warning!!

NSFW suegiku art!!

If you’re underage please don’t view

April fools

They’re so silly

THIS IS SO CUTEEE

I was originally not gonna do this trend since so many people had already done it with suegiku, but someone suggested I do it with my AU, so I did