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bau-bee312 · 1 month

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♡*:.𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 & 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭.:*♡

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Masterlist

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Hello! I am Bau Bee and I have recently made the decision to start writing here instead and slowly transfer all my old works onto tumblr as fillers for updates. Most of the time I will be taking requests but it is subject to change at any time due to any reason.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞: Whilst you can call me by my tag I have absolutely no problem being referred to as a nick name or just my real name! That being Sloane. As you may have observed at the top of this blog I am 21 years old and I am taking college classes as of now.

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠: I am a pretty open minded person so a lot of odd/unique requests will be at least considered. However, that’s not to say I don’t have rules, I will not write incest, underage characters, or pedophilia. These limits are NOT negotiable and never will be. Now, as in every blog, MDNI. Even if you do ignore that please don’t interact and brag about being underage and reading my smut or heavy topic angst, I cannot control you but I do expect you to not interact with the blog.

Master Lists

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 (𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨٫ 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫!:

Bungou stray dogs:

Dazai Osamu

Nakahara Chuuya

Ranpo Edogawa

Yasano Akiko

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Akutagawa Gin

Michizo Tachihara

Doppo Kunikida

Edgar Allan Poe

Sakunosuke Oda

Ango Sakaguchi

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Nikolai Gogol

Sigma

Karma

Call of duty: Modern Warfare 2:

Simon ‘Ghost’ Rylie

Captain Johnathan Price

Sergeant John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Gojo Satoru

Yugi Itadori (no smut)

Geto Suguru

Megumi Fushiguro (no smut)

Nobara Kugisaki (no smut)

Shoko Ieiri

Ryomen Sukuna

Choso

Nanami Kento

Toge Inumaki (no smut)

Maki Zenin (no smut)

Genshin Inpactf:

Albedo

Tighnari

Venti

Kazuha

Yanfei

Raiden Shogun

Sucrose

Klee (platonic only)

Yaoyao (platonic only)

Qiqi (platonic only)

Xiao

Nahida (platonic only)

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭:

Explicit Fluff Promots:

♡Baking w/ them!

♡Cuddles w/ them!

♡Going to the park w/ them!

♡Teaching them how to roller-skate!

♡They teach you how to roller-skate!

♡They get baby fever

♡Breaking into an abandoned area with them! (Specify)

♡They come home to you wearing their clothes!

♡Taking a nap on their lap!

♡Tackle hugs with them!

♡Making playlists with them!

And any others you may think of!

Explicit Angst prompts:

(TW on most of these)

☁︎Reader or character have panic attack.(specify on who)

☁︎Miscarriage hurt/comfort

☁︎SH hurt/comfort

☁︎ED hurt/comfort

☁︎Reader or character dies in the others arms (specify on who)

☁︎Arguments (PUH-LEASE I WILL GO WILD)

☁︎Previously abused reader hurt/comfort

And anything else you can think of!

Explict NSFW Prompts:

1.➢ They can’t wait to come home to you

2.➢ You dressed so special for them, why not take advantage of that?

3.➢ You've gotta be quiet just this once

4.➢You give them a visit in their office

5.➢You feel they’ve been a bit too over worked lately, and you plan to help them with that.

6.➢They found your special box.

7.➢You’ve been way too bratty for their liking ;)

8.➢You got too close to someone and they decide to put you in your place.

And any others you may think of!

Quoted Fluff Prompts:

♡ “Well, only if you’ll be there with me.”

2. ♡”I’m in love with you and that’s really all that matters to me.”

3. ♡”Please, for me?”

4. ♡”I think my parents love you more than me at this point”

5. ♡“Stay with me, I don’t want you to leave”

6. ♡”I think I’m in love with you. No, scratch that, I know I am.”

7. ♡“Take me away to a dream world far from here”

8. ♡“Y’ alright, doll?”

9. ♡“You wouldn’t forget me, right?”

10. ♡“Your love has dug me into a hole and I can’t seem to put down the shovel”

11. ♡“You’ve been working for so long my love. Why not take a break with me.”

12.♡“Calm down I’m just braiding your hair.”

13.♡“Its called a hug, dweebatron”

14. ♡“Dance with me”

15. ♡“I dub thee, my cuddle buddy!”

16. ♡“Go ahead and take a nap, sleepyhead”

And any others you may think of!

Quoted Angst Prompts:

☁︎”So did this mean nothing to you?! Did I mean nothing to you?”

☁︎”Please come get me.”

☁︎”It doesn’t have to be this way!”

☁︎”Go ahead, walk out that door and never come back.”

☁︎”God, you are just so annoying! I don’t want to talk to you or even see you!”

☁︎“So why do you even stick around with me?!”

☁︎“Please don’t say you love me.”

☁︎”Just leave before I start missing you.”

☁︎“Why am I always your second choice?”

☁︎“I guess that’s just how little I meant to you.”

☁︎”Don’t do this here.”

☁︎“I know, I know I wasn’t enough. I always did.”

☁︎“Hey, don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself.”

And any others you may think of!

Quoted NSFW Prompts:

➢”Keep talking like that and I’ll bend you over this table in front of everyone”

➢”Don’t kink shame me!”

➢ “You’re not going out in that.”

➢”You’re not wearing anything under that, are you?”

➢”Put that thing away!”

➢”if you interrupt me one more time during this, so help me god.”

➢”I could just pull your bikini bottoms down right here in front of everyone and you couldn’t do anything about it.”

➢”I’m not jealous! You just happen to be mine…”

➢”Don’t ruin the sofa”

Now that’s all out of the way I would like to mention that I will be taking requests outside of those prompts and at some point I do plan on doing matchups! Also, special thanks to everyone who read this far!

-XOXO Bau Bee

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sugacor3 · 9 months

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masterlist?!?

started: 12/10/21 last updated: 9/13/23

ALSO MOST OF MY WORKS R (GN) READING OR (F) READER :D

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

Chuuya x Reader

GENSHIN IMPACT

Kazuha x Reader

Eula x Reader

Albedo x Reader

RRR

Ram x Reader

COD

Ghost x Reader

König x Reader

I'm Ready Pt 1

I'm Ready Pt 2

Ghost x Reader

Richard (Dick) Grayson x Reader

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lovestruckaphrodite · 10 months

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REQS

IF ANYONE HAS REQS, GIMMIE! ILL DO THEM!

I DO

-MHA

-COD

-BSD

AND ANYTHING ELSE RLLY, ILL DO ANGST, FLUFF, OR SMUTS (aged up ofc)

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universallychaoticpan · 2 years

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All's fair in love

Yandere Eren x reader

Part two to Slow venom

Thank you so very much to the wonderful @oyasumimosura for developing the plot for this story. You're absolutely amazing and I'm so grateful you reached out. <333

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The satisfaction that had come with the bruises on his face had faded along with the splotches of throbbing, sickly purple marring his horribly perfect face. In a matter of weeks, after the suspension was served and the bruises were gone, he didn't look at you for a moment. And he didn't look at your brother either. It seemed he had listened- and it scared you. Because it didn't matter how little you knew him; you knew Eren Jaeger was not the type to listen to a girl who told him to fuck off simply out of respect.

He was planning; and you both knew it.

He knew, and he loved it; how smart you were and yet still dumb enough to not turn fast enough to catch his eyes on your back. So he watched and he readied himself once again, winding himself into pretty, perfect green coils, a snake sunning himself with his eyes closed and his lips hiding his fangs.

May 20th. Inevitably, that day was the day your history teacher sealed your fate. The dumbass was senile, he thought, pairing you with him for that damn project. Oh well, senile works for me. He smiled when your name was called after his, the cheshire cat grin only growing when you turned, your eyes painted with oily horror as your mouth turned down in distaste.

And still, he made you play his game. He avoided you, passed you without a glance, that same smile on those same lips once you could no longer see them, satisfaction growing with your mounting confusion until his mind was poisoned and yours was overgrown.

A week gone, you were beyond stressed. Before, you had been the adder to his viper; now you were the rabbit backed into the corner.

"Jaeger." You were leaning against the locker beside his, hair just a bit flat and your shirt just a little wrinkled at the hem. You were perfect and god, he loved hearing his name in your mouth. "This project refuses to get off my ass, so how do you propose we get this done?"

"My place. After school. We can walk. Offers on the table if you want it."

He was curt, to the point, and polite. And then he was gone walking down the halls to his next class with his hand raised to you.

The movement of his body as he walked away from you made unease hatch and slither in your stomach, hissing in the back of your head, aching as it did when you'd hit the ground on top of him.

3:00 came and went; and with it, a tall, dark haired boy left for home with his hands shoved in his pockets and a contented smile on his face. Next to him, a girl who, if she had been an inch further from him, she'd be in the street. He chatted aimlessly, not to her, not to himself, just to the cars passing and the sky, so blue it made the girl's eyes hurt. They came to his house, one of those monstrous white ones identical to all it's siblings on the straight-lined street, manicured lawns and white picket fences all shining sweet and innocent in the late afternoon light.

The sight chilled you down to your bones; the silence, the pretty, neatness, the sameness. You hated it. But you followed Eren inside after he'd unlocked the door, accepted the offer of the water when he asked, and stared at the walls covered in picture frames full of the same light eyed boy. He'd been a cute kid, you'd give him that. He looked like the woman you assumed was his mother - pretty, with his large, round eyes and finely shaped jaw.

"Your parents don't mind me being here?"

He came back from the kitchen, handing you a glass that you lifted to your lips. You hoped he didn't feel the way you jumped as his fingers brushed yours.

He did.

But no matter. He took you upstairs, letting you sit at his desk chair while he stretched out on his bed. You were tight and tense, as though you were ready to run. You talked and you laughed, still moving away each time he made a simple move. You watched his eyes as he watched yours, focusing on the challenges that lay in each pair as you played at being relaxed.

And then you began to feel dizzy. Your head began to pulse, then pound, and soon your eyes were blurring as the light stabbed each corner of your brain. You stood, woozy, and promptly felt your legs betray you-

and Eren's arms come up beneath you, a small chuckle leaving his lips. The sound was oddly comforting - it was more familiar than the smiles and small talk, and it felt right coming from him.

"Home," you rasped, your throat suddenly dry as a desert. "Please take me home." You felt your feet leave the floor, his body solid against your side for a moment before you felt his bed cradling your body. The sheets smelled like him and you hated how his hands were on you still, on your waist, ears ringing as he murmured soothingly to you. You punched at him feebly, tried to scream only to find no sound came from your cracked throat. You felt his weight looming over you, and all you could do was wonder why why why-

why you, why now, why you had trusted him or why it mattered. And your body was so hot and your limbs were so heavy, you were tired and it didn't matter who you were with because he wouldn't hurt you, would he? would he? Your mind screamed for sleep as your thoughts grew muddled, the last thing you felt being the slip of his cool palm on your cheek and the spotty image of your brothers face swimming just beyond your grasp.

And finally, you were his. He was mad with glee, your body peaceful and quiet atop his bedsheets as he stared down at you. You were perfection, every inch and he was all that deserved you. It was only for the best, he thought, that he protects you from it all. God knows the things you'd seen before he'd gotten to you, all the things that had hurt you. If he could, he'd destroy it all - keep it far away from you as he'd been doing for years. It didn't matter that you didn't know it was him who had gotten your ex to break up with you. It didn't matter that you had no clue who had really killed that girl who had pestered you throughout sophomore year. And it didn't matter that he'd only gone after your brother because he knew it would send you, raging and most importantly, not thinking, towards him. None of it mattered now because you would never be in danger of such things again.

No one could touch you anymore, his angel bound with her clipped wings, pedestal cold and hard beneath you.

You had fancied yourself a snake, medusa's legacy hot and fierce and so easily extinguished by water and sea green eyes. That had been your mistake; the tides had washed you out, and left you beaten, bedraggled, and oh so ready to fall into his waiting arms.

Just like he always planned.

#eren x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #bsd x reader #yandere eren x reader #modern eren x reader #aot modern au #yandere aot x reader

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plsdonttakemyname · 6 months

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Midnight texts, or should i say early in the morning...

Characters: Scaramouche / Wanderer, Heizou, Kazuha , Childe

Modern Au ! Genshin men x reader

Childe Version

Heizou Version

Kazuha Version

A/n my request box is always open so you can request anytime, sorry for inactivity, I still write for bsd but I mostly am going to post more genshin stuff 😭

SCARAMOUCHE

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scaralvr · 2 years

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the secrecy of our confessions. [a modern au scaramouche x gn!reader series]

synopsis: when you, a talented drummer in a band you formed with a few of your childhood friends, has an infatuation for the student council president, scaramouche, with no clue that he's practically your fanboy, the two of you end up as the closest of friends with intentions of becoming something more.

contains: fluff, light angst, suggestive material, harmful language

update schedule: will try to write after classes and will frequently publish on weekdays.

taglist: @meowlumi @beriiov @apr1cityyy @xtodorokismistressx @dollpoetwriting @bleedingwhiteroses222 @r0ttenhearts @sammy-hammy @atsukawolfcat @pooonyo @strawberryclumsy @emmaemoseila @kunikuzushiit @scaramouchesmoocher @lxry-chxn @koiir @rvoulte @scarasaver @slash3rcore @sup-zfam @cotton-eee @twistedrxses @dameofthorns @ayamvirus @thinkingotherwise @jameineliebe @thenightsflower @lumpywolf @whatamidoing89 @strawbxrrytiger @sunfloens @one-offmind @angryhope @gyros-cum-sock @celestair @sixscara @bewithmecats @mikathasquirrel @kunisbeloved @asthespirit @itsyourgirlria @lunavixia @elysiasbae @bsd-goes-brr (send me an ask, dm me, or comment here to be added)

table of contents. chapters 8/9

chapter one | sanrio band-aids

chapter two | dm me on twitter!

chapter three | a little set-up

chapter four | lovesick idiots!

chapter five | outside of school

chapter six | another reason to love them

chapter seven | mystery man

chapter eight | to find out a secret

chapter nine | to be published

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 11 months

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I never requested so I don't know if I'm doing it right. But I wanted to request the self aware bsd cast with a shy teen reader with a not so good background. Maybe the reader wants to be writer but gets made fun of for it (bonus points if they look up to poe and oda). I'm not sure if this is the write way to request but feel free to ignore this.

Hello! Hope, you liked it.

Your dream matters

Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD characters x GN! Teen! Shy! Reader

Self-Aware! Platonic! Edgar Allan Poe x GN! Teen! Shy! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic! Oda Sakunosuke (Slight! Self-Aware! Platonic! Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN! Teen! Shy! Reader)

Description: Set after BSD gang got into your world. You always want to be a writer. But no one supports your dream. But then, Bungou Stray Dogs characters get into your world. Your life is changing. Hopefully, for the better.

Fluff, comfort. Reader are well-read.

Warning: Bullies. Neglectful parents and teachers.

Part two: Reunion

OOC. English is my second language.

You loved reading all your life. Ever since you were a child, you prefer reading to playing.

You always wanted to be a writer. You wanted to write about people, about magical worlds, about talking animals. Furthermore, you wanted to share your ideas with others.

Because of your love for literature, you have decided to watch Bungou Stray Dogs. You liked all characters.

But, two characters were your favorite. Edgar Allan Poe and Oda Sakunosuke. Writer and person, who wants to be a writer.

You can even say, that look up to them.

Bungou Stray Dogs characters (especially Poe and Oda) soon became your comfort characters.

Because, you have a feeling, that they won't laugh at your dream to become a writer.

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When you were in a kindergarten, you didn't have any friends. Other children always thought, that reading books is boring. They prefer to play outside, run around.

While you were sitting somewhere in the shade, reading another fairy tale.

You wanted to have friends. You want to have someone to talk to. To discuss books.

...

But you have no one. Other kids don't want to talk to you. They called you boring.

Because if that, when you start going to school, you were shy and quiet.

But this time, you had a dream... A dream to become a writer.

Dream, that everyone laughed at.

At first, it was a homework. To write a short fairy tale about animals.

You wrote about kitten, who was friends with butterflies. And how he helped butterflies to arrange a beautiful celebration.

When you read it to your teacher and classmates, they liked it. But then...

"I want to become a writer!"

Silence. Then your classmates started laughing.

"You will never do it!"

"Writing is not a job!"

"Soon no one will read books!"

And the teacher didn't do anything to calm your classmates down.

You weren't that naive. You understand, that your fairy tale wasn't The best story in the world. But... You were still a child. You are allowed to dream.

You hoped, that your classmates won't laugh at your dream again. Or, at least, you will have someone, that will support you.

...You are in a middle school now. In a year, you will start high school...

Classmates still laughing at you.

"Hey, Super Star of Modern Literature, how many people bought your books today?"

"[Y/N], can we have your autograph? I will show it to my grandchildren. Will tell them that I knew The Great Author when they were a pathetic nobody."

"Why are you still laughing at me? I didn't do anything wrong."

At first, you tried to ask teacher for help. But they ignored you.

"[Y/N], been a writer is a silly, childish dream."

"You won't write anything good. You will never be as good, as real writers "

"But I want to try... What if someone will like my writing?"

At the end you were too shy, too ashamed to ask for help again.

You hoped, that your parents will support your dream.

"[Y/N]! Writing is not a job! You must become a valuable member of society!"

"All writers are lazy alcoholics! Stop wasting your time!"

"But you are drinking without been a writer. You two are stuck in dead-end jobs. You hate working. You don't have hobbies... Why you don't want me to have something that makes me happy? Why you lash out on me instead of going to the gym to do boxing?"

"I... I know, that writing is a lottery, but... I just want to write something... I only want to tell a story"

...

"Please... I just want someone to support me... Just one person"

But at the end, no one supports you. But deep down, you still dream about becoming a writer.

But you never spoke about your dream again.

And then, one day, you saw a picture of Edgar Allan Poe from Bungou Stray Dogs.

After spending some time on learning more about BSD, you decide to watch it.

Then you read the manga.

And install the game.

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In the middle of June, characters from the BSD franchise appeared in your room.

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You still weren't sure, how Fitzgerald managed to get this house. You still don't know, how they manage to get a custody over you.

The only thing is clear. You are now living with your comfort characters.

You start changing. At first, you were too shy to spend time with them. Especially with Oda and Poe. But, after something happened, you became more open towards your new family.

You became closer to them, thanks to Fyodor Dostoevsky.

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You walk inside your home library and plopped down on the chair. You groaned and cover your face with both hands.

"Hard day?" you hear someone's voice. You nodded. You hear, that someone move a chair closer to you and sit near. That mysterious someone put a hand on your shoulder. "Want to talk about it?"

You were annoyed. So annoyed, that you decide to vent.

"Today, I had a school literature club meeting. We were discussing our favorite book characters. We could name anyone we want, doesn't matter, who is the author."

You take a breath.

"So I talked about Rodion Raskolnikov from Dostoevsky's "Crime and Punishment""

It was silent for a moment. Then mysterious someone asked again.

"I guess, teacher doesn't like your answer?"

You nodded again. If you weren't that annoyed, you would notice, that your listener had well known among BSD fans Russian accent.

"Yes. They told me, that Raskolnikov is a terrible person and can't be anyone's favorite. I... I never said that I like what he was doing, but he is more complicated character, that teachers told us about. Moreover, they are doing Dostoevsky dirty, while teaching about him in high school... Oh."

You finally looked at the person, you were talking to.

Right beside you was sitting Fyodor Dostoevsky. His hand was still on your shoulder. The man himself was smiling. He looked both amused and worried.

You want to disappear. You were embarrassed, that Fyodor heard your rant about his real world counterpart.

Fyodor asked you another question.

"Did the teacher let you explain your choice?"

You shook your head, still embarrassed. Fyodor laughs.

"Then why won't you explain it to me?"

You looked at Dostoevsky with a mixture of disbelief and embarrassment.

"I am serious. I want to hear, what's your reasons behind liking Raskolnikov."

Fyodor squeezed your shoulder. You gulp and star talking.

"Well, first, let me tell you what author himself write about Rodion..."

At the end, you and Fyodor had a full on discussion about book characters. Others joined you two.

Starting that day, you slowly, but surely became closer to your new friends. You even confess, that Poe and Oda were your favorite characters.

__________________

You still didn't tell others about your dream. But now, you nave a real notebook to write your ideas in.

Your life changed.

You lived in a new home. With a new family.

But you still were going in the old school.

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Mori parked the car not far away from school. He turns towards you and smiles.

"We are here, Little Light. Be careful at school."

"I will, Uncle Ougai, don't worry. See you and other after school"

After getting a hug from Elise and a head pat from Mori (with a quiet "You can call me father, you know?"), you left the car and walked towards the school building.

You hope, that today is going to be good.

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This day was terrible.

When you were walking in school halls, someone ran into you. You fall, and your schoolbag was opened. Your notebooks were on the floor. You quickly pick everything up and hurry to the next class.

You didn't notice, that your notebook with writing Ideas were stolen.

After the lunch, you got a notification.

Someone posted photos of your notebook pages on the school site.

And a video. A video of bullies, mockingly reading your notebook. Tearing it apart. Destroying pages.

And comments under the post...

"The Weirdo are still writing?"

"LOL, cringe fanfics!"

"Hey, maybe they have another notebook, where they write porn stories?"

"Will you calm the [CENSORED] down! Stop flaunt your stupid dream before our eyes!"

"Your notebook is only good to be used as toilet paper!"

After school, you hurry home.

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You slam the door behind you. Not paying attention to anyone, you hurry to your room and close the door. Soon everyone heard the muffled cries.

Everyone was quiet for a moment. Chuuya was first one, who spoke.

"Who? Who dared to hurt our [Y/N]?! Who made them cry?"

"I know the answer" Katai, who checked your school site, showed everyone post with your notebook.

Fyodor stood up. His voice was cold.

"I will deal with this little bastards. Kolya, Chuuya, Dazai, you are going with me. Oda, Poe, can you, please, check on [Y/N]? They like you two."

Without other words, Fyodor walked towards the front door. Gogol,

Chuuya and Dazai followed him.

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You heard someone knocking on your door.

"[Y/N]? It's us, Oda and Poe. Can we come in?"

You manage to sob a "yes" and bury your face in a pillow.

The door was opened. Oda and Poe slowly approach your bed. Oda kneel before your bed, while Poe sits on the bed edge.

Oda spoke first.

"We saw the video. Are you okay? The Bullies... They didn't hurt you to take away the notebook, right?"

You sob more and shake your head.

"No... They stole it... Is it wrong for me to dream? Is it wrong for me to want to be a writer?"

Poe put his hand on your back, softly petting it.

"It's not, [Y/N]. Your dream matters. Your dream can become true. I will help you."

Oda spoke again. "And I will also help you."

You look at them in disbelief. Did they just? The characters you always looked up to support you?

Poe answers your silent question.

"I can teach you, how to write. We will do writing exercises, we will discuss your writing, I will give you a critique. I will support you on your way to becoming a writer."

Oda rub away your tears.

"Don't listen to the others, [Y/N], you can become a writer. We will work on it together."

You cried again. This time, out of happiness. You jumped up and hugged both Poe and Oda at the same time. They hug you in return.

"Thanks you so much"

Finally, you have someone, who supports you and your dream.

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🐾 Everyone from the BSD gang will support you.

🐾 Poe is mentoring you. He is a good teacher. He points out what you are doing good and what you are doing bad.

🐾 Oda and Poe will help you publish your first book. Just a little storybook.

🐾 You got good reviews and it was quite popular. You got some money from it.

🐾 You buy presents for everyone. Oda, Poe and Fyodor got a three different "Best Dad in The World" cups from you. Mori was devastated. Now he tries even harder to make sure you see him as a father figure.

🐾 On the side note, now you are being homeschooled.

🐾 The Bullies (seven people), who created a post, were found stuffed in one trashcan. It takes half a day to get them out of it.

🐾 Person, who write a comment about toilet paper, was stuffed in the school toilet.

🐾 Teachers were also scared. Rumors said, that someone attack them and teach them a lesson on "How to be a good teacher".

🐾 Slowly, you are becoming more and more confident. Now you are sure, that you can be a writer. All thanks to your new family.

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A/N : The bit about Raskolnikov happened in real life with me. When my literature teacher started asking us about our favourite characters from classic literature, I said, that I loved Raskolnikov. I had a feeling, if my teacher could, she would expell me for this words.

#bungou stray dogs au #self-awareau #self-awarebsd #bsd #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungou stray dogs #gender neutral reader #bsd anime #platonic #Self-Aware Oda Sakunosuke #Self-Aware Edgar Allan Poe #Self-Aware Fyodor Dostoevsky #Platonic Oda Sakunosuke x reader #Platonic Edgar Allan Poe x Rader #Platonic Fyodor Dostoevsky x reader

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If you were Kafka, what would you change in BSD

Sorry, this question has been sitting in my inbox for a very long time. I think it’s kinda hard for me to answer this question, because to a certain degree I’m tempted to say “I wouldn’t change anything at all”. Like, for all that I criticize media like Bungou Stray Dogs for various things, I also think that the media we consume shouldn’t be required to be so perfect that there’s nothing to criticize. If anything, criticism is a major part of what drives discussion in fandoms. Moreover, as much as I may feel “Kafka Asagiri shouldn’t have done X”, I’m not really inclined to want to change X about the series? Maybe it’s just because I approach it from the mindset of a reader, not an author, but I think that its OK for me to disapprove of certain aspects of a series, and still not want anything to change about it. Like, if I was given full control to change anything I wanted, it probably wouldn’t be the same Bungou Stray Dogs at all, starting with Mushitarou’s awful hairstyle, BTW. Honestly I might just kill the guy off if it was up to me, I don’t really like looking at his face……. but I digress!

Having said that, I still do think certain aspects of the series could be changed to better appeal to myself. But again, I don’t want anyone to think that my opinion is more “correct” than what Kafka Asagiri himself decided for the series. This is literally just my personal thoughts on the matter, just like how if it was up to me Oguri Mushitarou and his slimy hair would not exist in Bungou Stray Dogs, even though, objectively, he’s fine and well written and nothing really needs to change about him, except I really want him to sue his plastic surgeon, and his hairdresser, like hello? Way to make a guy look unrecognizable, I guess.

Sorry, I’ll stop trashing on poor Mushitarou. I’m serious though.

The two major changes I’d make are the role of female characters in the series, and also the way that the concepts of self-sacrifice and “honorable suicide” are presented. I think these aspects are the biggest gripes I have with the story, but I also think that, especially in regards to the latter, the series wouldn’t necessarily be the same, or even “better”, if it was changed.

I’ve never really made a post going in depth about how I feel in regards to BSD’s female cast, but I’ve mentioned before that I think the fandom really underrates most, if not all, women in Bungou Stray Dogs. But in retrospect, I can’t really blame it all on the fandom’s general misogyny; the way that Asagiri portrays women in his story doesn’t really do anything to discourage the lack of appreciation for his female cast. The thing is that she’s almost always the side chick. She’s an accessory to hang off of his arm. She’s motivated solely by him, whether that be his goals, or just because she—and it’s never really explained why—is deeply and hopelessly in love with him. Who is this “she”? Who am I talking about, in particular? Literally every female character, barring maybe Yosano, might fit the descriptions I gave above. That’s how bad Kafka Asagiri is at giving his female characters agency.

It’s okay to have a character with a plotline that’s intertwined with another character. It’s okay to have a character that’s motivated by external forces. It’s okay to have a supporting character who doesn’t really do much except move the plot forward. It’s starts to become annoying when all of these characters are women, while their male counterparts get the better end of the deal.

Sometimes I hear people say that Kafka Asagiri is good at writing women, and I think, in response, that shounen anime has truly brought our standards down, six feet under the dirt where every interesting female character to exist in animanga is buried. Yes… Asagiri doesn’t shy away from writing female characters who can fight, and even, gasp! Fight well, but this is literally the bare minimum, especially for a magical setting that takes place in the modern age. Asagiri can create female characters with interesting traits and a lot of potential, then subsequently assign all of her traits to serve a male character’s narrative, while actively sabotaging any potential she had by utilizing her as a plot device.

And maybe I would be less annoyed if it went both ways. Kyouka has saved Atsushi quite a handful of times, why doesn’t he worship the ground she walks on and dedicate his entire life to helping her fulfill her goals? Actually, on this topic, the reason why is because Kyouka doesn’t have any substantial goals outside of being Atsushi’s sidekick for life. Now, I absolutely adore Kyouka and Atsushi’s relationship, found family is still my favorite troupe ever, but it’s noticeable that while Atsushi’s search for self-esteem and a so-called “reason to live” is the literal narrative core of the series, Kyouka, who had found herself struggling with a similar internal conflict, is by comparison, almost never explored further. When was the last time the story checked back up on Lucy, and how she’s feeling? Yeah, she’s in a better place now, but isn’t she still haunted by her years at the orphanage, under the Guild’s thumb, being treated like a pawn on the chessboard, just as so many male characters have been shown to feel in wake of their own traumatic experiences? Doesn’t she struggle to find a new purpose in life, now that she’s no longer stuck doing someone else’s bidding just to survive?

We only ever see a brief glimpse into the thoughts and feelings of BSD’s female cast, before the door slams shut, and they’re relegated to some background role where it doesn’t really matter how she feels, she just wants to help the guy who saved her life, that’s all we really need to know before we can start advancing the plot again. Well, I want to know more.

It would also be great to have more female characters who are motivated by something other than her desire to help or hurt another—oftentimes male—character. How come he’s allowed to delusionally seek world domination, and she isn’t? How come he’s allowed to desperately want to save everyone in spite of a cruel reality, and she isn’t? How come he’s allowed to be motivated almost solely by his selfish need for the validation of another, and she isn’t?

Which brings me to another avenue to consider: characters like Akutagawa and Rampo are shown to be fanatically devoted to another character, to the point that Dazai or Fukuzawa could say “Jump,” and they’d be in the air even before asking “How high?”. But here’s the thing: Akutagawa’s devotion is entirely self-centric, and it’s examined as such. He doesn’t selflessly want to help Dazai, no questions asked, he craves the peace of mind that Dazai’s affirmation would bring about, and consequently does anything he can to gain that validation. Not only that, but it’s portrayed as unhealthy and a problem when Akutagawa blindly does whatever Dazai asks of him, but somehow, this doesn’t apply to Louisa and Fitzgerald, Teruko and Fukuchi? Hmmmmmm!

Simply put, there’s a double standard here, and I’d like it to change, because BSD really does have a female cast with a lot of potential, if only Asagiri cared to utilize it.

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In regards to Thing I'd Want To Change #2, I remember tag-dumping about this awhile back, but it somewhat bothers me that in order to pass the Detective Agency’s entrance exam, Atsushi and Kyouka were required to put their lives on the line to save another (even though, in Atsushi’s case, it was all staged). This might not have been a problem for me if the Detective Agency weren’t the good guys in this—or even if it was emphasized in some other manner that it’s OK to save yourself first, like c’mon, that’s just common sense, they teach you such in elementary school during a fire drill. But unfortunately, not only was Kyouka’s feelings on the matter never expanded on, Atsushi continues to believe that he needs to save people to deserve to live.

However, I do think that there’s still room for development here. Bungou Stray Dogs is not a completed work, so who’s to say that Atsushi won’t have a different outlook on life by the final chapter? Moreover, I think that in the situation where Atsushi first reached this conclusion (on the subway with Yosano and Kaji), Atsushi was probably in a worse mindset prior. For him, he felt that he wanted to live, but that he didn’t deserve to, so therefore, in order to justify his own existence, he grasped a “reason to live”, a motivation to not simply give up and perish right then and there, alongside a train full of innocent people. It was a very “in the moment” kind of thing, that would serve as a foundation for later developments. Again, I think it’s fine that this is his way of thinking now, but someone genuinely needs to tell this boy that it’s not a matter of “reasons” or whether he deserves to or not, living is just something we do without really thinking about it, so its okay if that he lives in that kind of unapologetic manner.

Still, the Detective Agency’s exam is kind of harsh, yet I don’t think it’s necessarily something I would do away with completely, as much as I would reframe it to better fit the message I would want to send. The thing is that working at a superpowered organization that regularly gets into scuffles with the local mafia is in no way safe, and your life insurance probably won’t cover it when you get magically killed and dumped in the river. So it is understandable if a minimum requirement for becoming a member is that you’re okay with getting caught in life or death situations on a semi-frequent basis. It may also be a desired trait that you’d be willing to rescue civilian lives at little benefit to yourself, though not necessarily always in the context of self-sacrifice. Sure, it’s a crazy way of interviewing for these attributes, but it’s not like people don’t lie on their resume, and also, the Detective Agency was established early on to be full of crazy people. You must be this bugfuck insane to join, if you fail the vibe check you die, sorry!

In all seriousness, I think the concept of living, and in particular, having a reason to live, are a major part of Bungou Stray Dog’s themes, and changing it to suit my own opinions better would probably drastically uproot whatever message Asagiri wanted to send, whatever feelings and opinions of his own that he injected into the characters of Atsushi, Dazai, Kyouka, and the like. Even if I myself do not fully agree with the narrative, I still think its okay to have media that tells a different feeling, shares a different experience, and presents a different opinion.

Anyway, this got really long, sorry I was too lazy to include many embedded pictures to break up the text walls. If you read this far to the end then I appreciate and love you dearly, hopefully I made some degree of sense and didn’t just sound like I was rambling out of my ass.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #nakajima atsushi #akutagawa ryuunosuke #izumi kyouka #lucy m #bsd women #bsd meta #bsd analysis #anonymous #answered

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that-stray-bird · 6 months

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The Outworld Melodia

Saved from the bomb's malice, a girl's fate twists, Sentenced now to society's harsh clenched fists. Melodies clash, feelings in doubt's abyss, A fun little date to bring a moment of bliss. The end of the day, fulfilled and joyful, But then the shadow arises, and the blood dribbles on the rabbit mournful.

(Felt really lazy with this chapter's edits, so sorry)

Warnings: mentions of passed away parents, death, blood, taking Kyouka on a fun little date, fluff, Akutagawa is not the nicest person here, reader gets injured.

Chapter 7

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After helping Atsushi out of the river, where he had fallen off after saving a young girl and the train from blowing up, he then revealed the train was attacked by a bomber from Port Mafi and the young girl he saved was an assassin, who was set up as the bomb itself. You felt rather disgusted that they used a young girl in their schemes. She even looked younger than Atsushi, and what was even more disturbing was that she was a trained assassin.

You agreed to help Atsushi to get her to the agency. You convinced him to let you carry her since he was still in a rough shape and venturing to the train stations to look for Yosano, who had taken care of the bomber and had healed herself from all the wounds she had suffered.

You had no doubts that she would be alright with her special ability, and you three then returned to the agency to let the girl rest in the infirmary.

You were with Atsushi as you two waited outside the infirmary for the girl to wake up, Kyouka, as you learned her name later.

Atsushi recalled everything that happened on the train to you. You listened attentively while also sensing a change in his tunes.

“Still attracting trouble, are you?” Kunikida appeared next to you. You and Atsushi both look at him.

“That girl is a lost cause. It seems her roots as a heartless assassin are much deeper than you know,” he said. “She’s taken out an entire organization, using her appearances to trick her targets to lower their guards,” he explained.

“She accomplished too much too quickly. It was only a matter of time before she was caught,” Kunikida stated.

“Yeah, but — whoever has taken advantage of her ability is one to blame,” Atsushi spoke.

“These gifts don’t necessarily bring happiness to their wielders. You should know that better than anyone,” Kunikida said, making you frown at the thought.

The door to the infirmary then opens, revealing Yosano in her doctor outfit.

“She’s awake now,” Yosano said.

“Do you think we can question her?” Kunikida asked.

“Yeah— that shouldn’t be a problem,” Yosano said as you three then entered the infirmary.

—-

You all stood around the bed as the young girl motionlessly stared at the ceiling. The sight disturbed you a little as you couldn't even hear the tunes from her soul very well. She had a firm control over her emotions. It was like she didn’t have any.

“Are you okay?” Atsushi started. “Oh, you’re in the infirmary in the agency. How are you feeling?” Atsushi questioned, but the girl didn’t answer.

“You remember who I am, don’t you?” Atsushi questioned, but the girl remained silent.

“Tell me, who’s behind all of this?” Kunikida started.

The girl didn’t answer.

“The Port Mafia is like a snake unless you cut off its head. It's only gonna keep going,” Kunikida said, but the girl still didn’t utter a word.

“Answer me, girl. Who is your superior?” Kunikida asked calmly, but you noticed a tone of frustration within him.

“Hey, Mr. Kunikida,” Atsushi interfered.

“Tachibana’s boiled tofu,” the girl suddenly said.

“Tofu?” Atsushi questioned.

“It’s good,” she said.

“Is that it? You want us to get you some?” Kunikida questioned.

“I’ll talk if you do,” she replied.

Atsushi then smiled. “Well, no problem. It’s a deal if you do. Let’s go,” he said.

Kunikida looked startled. “Hey! Are you crazy!”

“Come on, Kunikida. It wouldn't hurt if we did, and she did promise to talk,” you looked at him. Kunikida sighed, irritated. “Fine! But I’m not paying,” he relented.

—

At the Tachibana temple, you all were seated around a table. Tofu was being boiled, and the young girl ate all she could devour. You were mildly impressed. She sure had an appetite.

Kunikida was calmly sipping tea while Atsushi was panicking about the cost of the bill.

"More please !" Kyouka held her cup up, startling the poor boy.

"Kunikida!" Atsushi leaned toward the taller man. "I'm not helping you pay," Kunikida bluntly replied, and Atsushi quivered away.

You felt pity for Atsushi. It was obvious he didn’t exactly think this through.

"Now then, is there anything I can bring you, sirs?" the waiter came. "Just water," Atsushi replied. “And you, Ms?” she looked at you. “I’ll take water as well,” you replied as she bowed and then left.

"Well.." Kunikida started.

"I was left without a home after my parents passed away, and then the Port Mafia took me in," Kyouka started. "They wanted my special ability, Demon Snow," She said.

"It only follows orders heard through a phone," she added.

"This is the one they used, correct?" Kunikida pushed the phone on the table toward her.

Kyouka looked startled for a moment. You noticed a slight change in her tone.

"Their goal from the start was to turn you into an assassin. They were clearly very good at using your ability to their full advantage," Kunikida said.

"Hang on. I don't understand. Why didn't you toss the phone?" Atsushi questioned.

"They would have killed me," Kyouka answered as she took the phone and held on to the little rabbit doll. You sensed a tone of longing and sadness when she tenderly held on to the phone.

"And besides, even if I would have gotten away from them. I had nowhere else to go," you felt pity when Kyouka said that.

"Who was manipulating the Demon Snow through the phone?" Kunikida questioned.

"A man called Akutagawa," she answered, and all of you felt a sense of dread thinking about the said man.

"I see..." Kunikida said as he started to get up.

"I'll go report this to the Agency," he said.

“(Name) stay with her for a moment, and you…” he looked down on Atsushi. “Come with me,” he said as he began leaving the room, Atsushi quickly following behind.

You had a feeling what Kunikida was going to tell Atsushi, but you used your sharp hearing to listen to their conversation outside the room.

"Turn her over to the military police, " you heard Kunikida say.

"Huh? But if I do that, won't she be..." Atsushi questioned.

"Yes.. with a kill count of 35. She'll be put to death," Kunikida said. Your heart twisted painfully at the truth.

"Even if she went back. She'll be killed as a traitor," he added. You glanced down at the child beside you, who was gazing at the flowers through the window.

"But still?" Atsushi said. "What then? Are you trying to save her?" Kunikida questioned.

"A fugitive from justice and a traitor to the Port Mafia. That's the kind of person you will be protecting. Is that what you want?" Kunikida asked.

"Well, I mean..." Atsushi looked down.

"I'm not saying you shouldn't sympathize with her situation. But her misfortune might be more than you can handle," Kunikida said. "You only have room for one on your boat," Kunikida said.

"If you're overwhelmed. You will be pulled under, and your boat will sink," you heard Kunikida walking away.

“If you feel that hesitant. Take (Name) with you,” you heard him add before he was completely out of your hearing range.

You couldn't say you didn’t feel the same as Atsushi. The girl beside you was pretty much the same age as Kenji, and Atsushi told you she did jump out of the moving train so the people wouldn’t be killed. It just made you feel more angry how the Port Mafia had technically ruined her life.

You turned toward Kyouka as you had questions of your own after observing her the whole time.

“Kyouka?” she looked at you.

“Can I ask you something?” you asked, and she nodded. “You said you couldn't throw away your phone because the Port Mafia would have killed you, but I have a feeling there might be something else. Could it be that the phone once belonged to someone else? Someone dear to you?” you questioned.

Kyouka remained quiet, staring at her phone. Her emotions suddenly deepened, and you sensed a longing for a warmth that had long become a memory. You had seen a similar tone in children when they longed for their mothers. It was enough to tell you what you wanted to know.

“You… don’t have to answer that,” you intervened when you heard a tone of sadness. “I was just curious. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable,” you said.

“No. It’s fine,” Kyouka answered, “To answer your question. Yes. It once belonged to someone else,”

“And that’s why you don’t want to throw it away even if the Port Mafia used it to control your ability?” you asked.

Kyouka nodded.

You felt immense pity for her now that you know the phone meant more to her than what she claimed.

“Thank you for telling me, Kyouka. Excuse me for a moment. I need to check on someone,” you stood up and went to check on Atsushi, whose emotions were skyrocketing in silence.

You found Atsushi still wondering about Kunikida’s words outside the room. His expression looked pained, and his tones were conflicted with each other. You knew pretty well he didn’t want to send Kyouka to die.

“Atsushi,” you called him out of his thoughts.

“(Name)... Kunikida told us to –” he started. “I know, I heard,” you said before he could finish the sentence.

“I… do we really have to? Can’t we really not give her a chance?” he asked. You looked at him sympathetically.

“I’m afraid Kunikida is right on this one. I know how you feel, and seeing a young girl like her in this kind of position breaks my heart, but…” you sighed. “It would take more than that to redeem her. She’s in a very difficult spot. I’m afraid this is even beyond our help,” you explained.

"But if that's all true... why?” Atsushi uttered.

“Why did Dazai even bother to help me?"

You remained silent, feeling conflicted yourself.

“Sometimes… things aren’t as simple as we hope them to be,” you said.

You two remained quiet as you thought about the situation.

“I’ll go with you. Maybe it would be easier if we went together,” you said Atsushi didn’t protest. You three then left the temple.

—

After leaving Tachibana’s temple, you three crossed a street. Kyouka stopped in the walkway, holding her stomach.

"I ate too much," Kyouka said as you heard a light crumble from her stomach.

Atsushi was despairing about the state of his wallet after paying the bill at the temple. "yeah, just a bit..." he said and closed his wallet. You felt pity for him but retained from offering to pay. He needed to learn how to handle his own finances.

You then noticed the young girl staring at a child, who had a bun in his mouth. There was a tone of curiosity playing within her. Kyouka looked like she wanted the bun, but the child ran away.

You felt conflicted as her tones were stiff, mixed, and not in harmony. Her song might be the most conflicted you have ever heard.

“(Name)?” Atsushi called you out of your thoughts. “Hmm?” you looked at him. “Are you okay? You have continued looking at her since we left,” he questioned.

“I’m sorry. It’s just her song,” you said. “Her song?” Atsushi questioned. “My ability allows me to hear the tunes of people, the songs of their souls. Her tones are unbalanced, suppressed, and out of touch with each other. Those are tones of people, who have been forced to suppress their emotions,” you explained.

“It's sad, but even so, I can still hear that one tone that gleams with life, curiosity, longing, and sorrow,” you glanced at the young girl.

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head. “I shouldn’t ramble while we have a task at hand,” you said.

"It’s okay. Alright, let's go..." Atsushi said.

"Where?" Kyouka asked, looking at you.

Atsushi remained quiet. You sensed a feeling of conflict within his tones.

"Well, where are we going?" Kyouka asked as you waited for his answer as well. "Is there someplace where you want to take me?" she asked. "Well, I suppose... I... thought," Atsushi malfunctioned.

"I figured we could go everywhere where you wanna go! There are a lot of places around here a girl your age might wanna check out!" Atsushi suddenly exclaimed. You looked at him, shocked.

“Atsushi?” you said.

"Somewhere like... ah, a couple of spots. Like a date? I mean, we do have the rest of the day off. And I doubt you could have gone out just to have fun," he added.

"Like a date?" Kyouka questioned.

Atsushi nodded.

"A date with you?" she asked.

Atsushi nodded again, then realized what he had said and blushed harder than a tomato.

"No! No! I didn't mean it like that!" he flailed his arms around with a violent flush.

Kyouka remained quiet with a slight flush on her complexion.

“One moment, please,” you said as you grabbed Atsushi and turned him around. He yelped from the sudden pull.

“Atsushi? What are you doing?!” you questioned as you firmly held your hand on his shoulder.

“I panicked. I’m sorry! but you know, maybe we could take her around to have fun at least? She has only known a life as an assassin. We could maybe give her a chance to do some normal things and have fun,” Atsushi explained.

“I see your point, but we really shouldn't differ from what Kunikida told us to do,” you said.

“Please, (Name). Let’s at least give her a chance to experience something the Port Mafia had not let her before,” Atsushi said with pleading eyes.

You thought about his words for a moment. His tones were sincere and hopeful for your words, and your own heart ached to agree to his suggestion.

You two then glanced at Kyouka, and you decided to go for it.

"Kyouka, have you ever been allowed to go places on your own?" You asked. She shook her head. "Have you ever been shopping, touring, or gone to an aquarium or an amusement park?" To each question, she shook her head.

“Are there places where you would like to go?” you asked. She thought to herself before nodding.

Atsushi looked at you. “(Name), what do you say… if we take her to see these places?” he asked.

You thought about it for a moment. Kunikida's words bother your mind. “Well…” you started, Atsushi anticipating your answer. You looked back at him before letting out a sigh and giving in.

“Kunikida didn’t tell us we couldn't make a few detours around the city,” you said, and a soft smile appeared on the gray-haired boy’s face. You returned the smile.

“So, Kyouka, where would you like to go?” you asked, and for a minute, you noticed a glimmer of light shining in her eyes.

She quickly turned around, confusing you and Atsushi for a moment.

"Let's go," she began walking.

You and Atsushi glanced at each other before shrugging and following after her.

“(Name)... thank you,” Atsushi said to you in a low voice. You shook your head. “Let’s have a fun date then,” you said and chuckled when his face blushed for a moment from your tease.

—

You came to the Yokohama Stadium.

"Whoah. That's a giant baseball arena, " Atsushi said. "Yokohama stadium," she said. "Woah?" Atsushi. "I've seen it on the map," she said.

You three then arrived at a tall red building.

"This is Yokohama's memorial hall," Kyouka said. "Woah," Atsushi said in wonder.

You three then arrived at a tall green building

"The museum of cultural history," Kyouka said. "Wow," Atsushi said.

You three wandered the city and arrived at another building.

"Yokohama's customs headquarters," Kyouka said. "Wow, you're amazing," Atsushi said. "I just had the map and all the instructions memorized. That's all," she said. "Well, you would make a good tour guide," you added.

You three then arrived at another place.

"Oh, I know this one. The Red Wreck Warehouse, right?" Atsushi said. Kyouka then looked over to a crepe stand car.

"That place is pretty popular," Atsushi smiled. "I think I heard from Naomi that they make pretty good crepes there," he said.

You glanced at her as she continued staring. "It wasn't on the map," she said, wonder evident in her eyes.

"Do you... want to try it?" you asked.

"Yes," she answered as she started approaching the crepe cart.

Atsushi looked startled. "But she ate so much boiled tofu earlier," he uttered. "Don't underestimate the need to try something new, and don't worry... I handle this one," you patted his shoulder, and he looked relieved.

You paid for the crepe Kyouka wanted and watched as she stared at the treat with a glimmer in her eyes. It made you feel happy inside.

—

You then arrived at a game hall, where you helped her get a rabbit plushie from a claw machine while the two looked in wonder.

"I finally got the plushie I wanted," She held on to the bunny plushie with a tiny small on her face. You three then arrived at an amusement park, where she continued staring at the giant Ferris wheel.

Atsushi looked at you nervously, but you only patted his back as you paid for the tickets to ride the Ferris wheel.

As you rode in one of the Ferris wheel carriages, Kyouka stared out the window. The view was lovely, and a smile crossed your face when you heard her tones transform into a pleasant, innocent melody.

“Thank you, (Name). But is it really okay for you to pay for both of us?” Atsushi questioned. “Nah, it’s fine. It barely made a dent in my wallet. I think the temple was enough for you, and besides…” You glanced at Kyouka as the tones of life sang within her for the first time.

“It was worth it,” you said.

—

You three arrived at a little square, where a little event seemed to be held. There was a stage, instruments, and people singing and playing.

"What's that?" Kyouka questioned as you three observed the people.

"Looks like a talent show," Atsushi said as one of the people sang a karaoke and some people clapped at the performance.

"Alright, who else would like to show their talent next?" the person suddenly said to the mic.

"Oh, I know!" Atsushi suddenly looked at you with his hands slapped together. "(Name)! How about you show your talent with the violin?" he questioned. "She's a really talented musician," he said to Kyouka, and she then looked at you curiously.

"What? No! I get nervous!" you snapped with a flush on your face.

"Come on, (Name). I think this might do good for your social anxiety. You have played on stage before, right?" Atsushi asked. "Yeah, but... back then, my social anxiety wasn't so high as it is now," you explained.

"Please—" he said with gleaming eyes.

"Well..." you struggled to answer, and to your regret, you looked down to see Kyouka staring at you with similar eyes. "Oh, not you too," you said with sweat dripping from your forehead.

"I... haven't heard music from a violin before, so could you maybe show me?" Kyouka asked.

Your heart banged, telling you to do it.

"Okay..." you said as you approached the talent show. Atsushi and Kyouka joined the crowd to watch you.

You managed to get yourself next in line for the show and borrowed yourself a violin.

"Alright, we have a rare violin player in our hands. Please, give applause to Ms. (Last name)," the showrunner said as you stepped onto the stage, feeling nearly nauseous for having many eyes on you. You adjusted the violin, and when you saw Atsushi give you a thumbs up with Kyouka, you took in a deep breath and began playing.

You played a song which had a wild rush of party and dance. Atsushi and Kyouka watched in wonder as you continued moving the bow and playing, and when you lost the fear, you allowed yourself to play with much more courage.

The strings on the violin began to glow with light and before you even realized it, your music released light, causing the audience to get up happily and dance. Atsushi and Kyouka watched as people danced and for a minute you heard Kyouka's tones harmonize with yours.

Atsushi was affected by the embrace of light, which only enhanced his positive emotions.

"Wanna dance, Kyouka?" he outstretched his hand to hand.

Kyouka hesitated for a moment, but when she locked her eyes with you. You gave her a reassuring smile. She smiled and joined dancing with Atsushi and the talent show had become a wild dance party with you as its musician. You felt happy and continued till it was time to end the song and received applause from the crowd and the two as well.

—

After the talent show and escaping the talent seekers who were in the crowd and interested in your musical skills, you three went to get ice cream and walked alongside the canal with a lovely view and the peaceful sound of the running water.

“That was really amazing, (Name). But was it really okay to use your ability like that?” Atsushi asked.

“Sorry. My ability can sometimes activate on its own when I get excited,” you revealed.

“It's fine. It didn’t really seem those people noticed, and we had a lot of fun, right Kuyoka?” Atsushi looked down on the shorter girl. She nodded. “I… really enjoyed it,” she said rather timidly than how she usually spoke.

You smiled, feeling your heart warm. She sounded like an actual kid. You glanced at Atsushi as he had a troubled look. He was thinking since you would eventually have to take her to the military police.

“Right! Are there any other places you would like to next Kyuoka?” you asked. “Yes… there is one more place,” she said, and you and Atsushi began following her.

“(Name)...” Atsushi uttered, making you look at him.

“Thank you… for agreeing to this, even though we can’t save her from what will happen to her,” he said.

You smiled sadly at him, “It’s nothing. And the fun had to eventually end,”

“At least we gave her a fun date. Something the Port Mafia had not given her before,” you said. Atsushi smiled at your words.

"We're here," Kyouka said, and you then saw the sign of the military police. You and Atsushi froze.

"Today's been more than fun. It really should have ended with the boiled tofu," Kyouka said. You frowned, realizing she had known from the beginning.

"But if you turn yourself in then you will..." Atsushu started. "Be sentenced to death," she said.

"35 people have died because of me. It's a sin that I'm still alive," Kyouka said. "Besides even if I returned to the Port Mafia. I'll be executed," she turned toward you and Atsushi.

“I’m sorry that it had to end like this,” you said with a sorrowful tone, “You genuinely seem like a good kid, yet to experience all the good things life could offer you,”

“I had fun, and…” Kyouka looked down, holding her rabbit plushie tightly, “I really enjoyed your music, Ms. (Last name),”

You looked at her with a small smile, even if your heart was aching from the inside, but then a cold shiver ran down your spine as your ears caught a familiar yet dangerous tune. You were in danger.

Your eyes looked behind you, and you saw the reddish-black shadow appear. “Atsushi, watch out!” You screamed as you instinctively pushed Kyouka and Atsushi away to receive the blow instead.

The sharp tendril pierced through your shoulder, making you gasp with blood as the black tendril grabbed you and tossed you away from the two.

Your body slammed hard against the tiled pavement, making you grunt in pain as you lay there, bleeding heavily from your fresh wound.

"Executed?" someone said.

"(Name)!" Atsushi yelled to you in worry but before he could react he was impaled by the same tendril. He gasped in pain as he was then picked up by none other than Akutagawa.

"We wouldn't execute you. Not after fulfilling your mission," Akutagawa said as he held Atsushi above Kyouka.

Black cars blocked the streets, and people from the mafia began shooting the military police before they could act.

"I finally got the plushie I wanted," Akutagawa mocked as Kyouka dropped her rabbit plushie and fell down on her knees in fear. "A transmitter was implanted inside your body. Your whereabouts and every action you make are known to us," he said as blood from Atsushi dripped down her face.

A white van suddenly appeared. You watched as Akutagawa threw Atsushi inside. Aukatagawa then grabbed Kyouka by her hair and leaned down on her.

"Let's go home," he said.

“No…” you said as your vision began to haze. You grabbed your phone and began to record as Akutagawa and the other port mafia took Atsushi and Kyouka and drove away in a white truck. You made sure to catch all the details you could before hitting the stop button and losing the feeling from your fingers. You struggled to stop the bleeding from your shoulder, but you were losing blood fast.

“Are you okay?” One of the military police came to you, checking your wound. “Someone call an ambulance!” someone yelled. Your senses begin to dull as you lie down on your back. And all you could think about was Atsushi and Kyouka’s safety.

You mustered the strength to grab your phone again and call the first number on your list. You laid the phone next to your ear as it rang.

“What’s up, (Name)?” Tanizaki’s voice came through the line, unaware of the situation.

“Akutagawa took Atsushi!” you gasped loudly. “Huh?” Tanizaki responded confusedly. “And I’m bleeding!” you said and lost consciousness.

“(Name)?... (Name)?... (Name)!” Tanizaki called from the other line. “Hold on! We’re coming, (Name)! Yosano! (Name)’ hurt!” Tanizaki yelled as your consciousness began to drift from the living world, and then all you saw was darkness.

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wld it be crazy of me to request smut with margaret mitchell bsd. like. idk. could be plotless -🍳

"reputation"

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sugar baby! margaret mitchell x fem! reader

warnings: nsfw ; HARD bondage (shibaru) + bdsm ; oral (giving+receiving) ; masturbation (f) ; brat taming ; degradation/praise ; im getting a lil too comfy on this account so yall are gonna start seein my kinks ; intended lowercase ; cursing ; unedited mnmnmn ;

her family's reputation.

her family's reputation was the reason margaret joined the guild.

her family's reputation was the reason she had to work so hard, trying to repay all their debts.

her family's reputation was the reason she found herself at one of fitzgerald's fancy parties with the elite, rich and most posh out there, acting as though she belonged. there was once a time where she would've felt like she truly did, but that was long ago.

it was the reason she was wearing her most refined clothing, dressed up to appear as though she was still part of a family of importance when you caught her gaze from across the room.

the reason she laughed a little bit too loudly at all your jokes and quips once she found out you were truly a woman of high class, several small fortunes all available at your fingertips whenever you so desired.

the reason for the rest of this tale was a little more blurred.

you invited her over to your home often, offering her lavish gifts and meals that she hadn't experienced in ages. if you spotted a single tear in her dress, you not only recommended a tailor and seamstress to fix it up for her, but you picked out at least five similar dresses in your closet and ordered her to wear them in the meantime.

your intentions became clear after one week, when you had been shopping (and insisting you foot the entire bill) by her side and pointed out a lingerie store.

then you asked for her measurements.

you proposed it so elegantly, just like the aristocrat you were; it was an arrangement, is all. she would come over a few times a week, and you would pay off all of her family's debts. all of them. margaret couldn't say no, although she had quite a significant amount of doubts about the dignity of it all. nevertheless, you convinced her that the payments would be untraceable, simply an anonymous donation to your family from a benevolent third party. it wouldn't become a scandal unless she wanted it to be.

so, she didn't just let you take her measurements, but she also tried on any and every erotic outfit you picked out for her. some were cut-outs, her nipples bare and exposed as you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching her with a hungry look in your eyes, while others were hugging all over her curves. however, you let her chose her favourites, and bought them in every colour imaginable. you wanted your darling to look pretty, after all.

today, she was wearing a new outfit: rope started at her neck, wrapped around in a skillful double loop that was merely tight enough to choke back any of her retorts, and trailed along the rest of her body in a spiderweb of masterful knots and patterns.

slightly tipsy, that was all she was, yet she couldn't remember what moment you'd begun taking off her clothes and turning her into modern art. margaret found you to be gentle, ever loving while you fucked her beyond her wildest dreams, but this time you called her over with a slight twinge in your voice. the drive over here felt shameful, shameful that she was selling her body for the sake of her family's reputation, but it wasn't her place to judge herself. this had been going on for so long that it felt natural to show up at your every beck and call.

"beautiful," you kept muttering over and over, almost to yourself, as you spun her around. it appeared that you recently returned from a trip in japan, where you somehow stumbled across the art. in one of the hundreds upon hundreds of rooms you had, the infrastructure was fitted with a simple hook dangling from the ceiling, reinforced so that it wouldn't collapse under the weight of a human being.

she was hanging from it, a slightly painful experience but it was distributed so masterfully all over her skin that the searing was somewhat pleasurable. what wasn't pleasurable was the overstimulation, the way you'd been looking at her for hours, touching yourself in front of her while she was restrained, unable to move even a single millimeter.

the rope was expensive, somehow— she wasn't sure where a woman of high class would go to buy rope. you'd created a collar at her neck, the remainder of the material creating a line of knots running down in between her legs, rubbing right on her dripping pussy, then up from her ass to re-attach to the neckpiece. a symmetrical zigzag of red lined both her sides, connecting right under her collarbone, above and below her tits, and her bellybutton. as for her legs, you seemed to want them as untouched and bare as possible, so you only wrapped the rope around her wrist and ankles before throwing it across the ceiling fixture.

she truly was a sight to behold, so gorgeous and naked, all for you. your initial goal was just to try it out, a new and illustrious type of bondage that was too exciting to pass on. you opted against the gag in case it ever became too much for her, but you never really established a safe word. you just assumed that she would tolerate it like the brat she was.

you'd cum twice already just watching her and fucking yourself, aided by the feeling of her squirming as she shifted attitudes. at first, she seemed to be having fun, telling you how to shift the ropes so it didn't hurt too much and enjoying the harsh hair pulling you did to get her to face upwards and allow you to kiss her loosely.

after a while, margaret got demanding, a little bitchy even. your hands stopped playing with her face and began taking advantage of your position of power, hers of powerlessness. you grabbed her tits, massaged them with greedy fingers, then seemed to get the better of yourself as you hoisted her higher so she was the right height for you to suck on them. and fuck, did your tongue work magic, impatient as always but the desperation made it feel so good. you flattened your tongue on her sensitive nipple, dipping the tip all around the bottom of her chest then let your teeth sink into her, deep. she let out a soft groan at your nibbling, biting down on her lower lip to keep quiet as you got rougher, grabbing her in between your index and thumb in order to secure her in place while you coated her in your saliva.

"fuck... so good..." you murmured at her taste, shifting to the other side while your free hand rubbed on your panties in between your own legs. "you taste so goddamn sublime, my dear. absolutely exquisite when you're all tied up for me, so patient. you'll be patient, won't y-"

"s-shut up," she breathed out, voice shaky as she tried to shift around mid-air and ease the tension in her core. she managed to rut her hips back and forth by arching her back, painfully rubbing her clit on the rope, desperate for friction.

her efforts were amusing. "now, now, sweetheart, the whole point of this is that you just relax and let me take control, no? so why do you have to be such a fucking whore and ruin it all?"

you tightened the restraints, not allowing her to do anything except breathe, if that. not to mention, you went from caressing her thighs and littering them in kisses to grabbing the end of the rope and continuing your line down her legs, completely typing them together so that her entire body was just one long line of restrained limbs. the more concerning part was that you'd gone from holding her knees apart so you could dip your fingers on her soaking cunt before you licked them clean, to sealing them shut. the wait had already been agonizing, but now you made it clear you had no plans on fucking her any time soon.

you dropped her torso, her shoulders hitting the floor and head contorted so she had no choice to look up at herself, wrapped like a fucking christmas present. you looked down at her, look both sadistic and amused, then spun her around so that she was facing the other direction.

"you know I like to hear your pretty voice, my dear margaret," you said sweetly, then smacked her ass roughly. "you know I don't like it when you hold back"— another slap —"when you open your bratty mouth to say anything except my fucking name like a good whore" — you spanked her once more — "which you are, dear. you're such a good whore, worked up and trying to get yourself off on the rope just from me sucking your needy tits." you slapped her once more, but this time you didn't pull your hand off, instead groping her from in between the tightly woven rope. she moaned, rolling herself on the floor as she tried to listen to anything you just said, but all she could think about was feeling you on her again.

"luckily, I'm in a good mood," you smiled, tying her wrists together behind her back then twirling her around again so you could look at her. you got on your knees, cradling her face in your fingertips lovingly while you pressed a soft kiss onto her lips. "you've had enough of watching me fuck myself, haven't you my dear? would you like to do it for me? would you like to fuck me, margaret?"

it felt like a trick answer, so she just waited, looking up at you with those beautiful eyes of hers she knew you couldn't resist. you used the fact that she was suspended from her ankles at a height that allowed her head to rest flat on the ground in order to part your knees and lower your aching pussy onto her face.

she tried so hard to please you (at first, it was about the money. she was your sugar baby after all, and that was essentially the extent of your relationship. and yet, as time passed, she really did want to make you feel as good as she did when you had her laying down on your plush duvet and pillows, eating her out). before you could even lower yourself all the way, her tongue was already sticking out, reaching upwards to get you on her as soon as she possibly could.

"eager now, aren't we?" you teased for a second, halting your descent just so you could feel her breath hitting you in a feverish attempt to get your cunt on her lips for a few more seconds, then gave in with a stretched out moan. "oh... oh my fucking... mmmn... margaret... you needed me that badly, did you?"

the words stopped and the moaning begun; you didn't have any reason to hold yourself back, nor did you. she sucked on your lips so hard, bottom teeth grazing your throbbing clit while you helped by bouncing yourself on her. you grabbed onto her tits while she finally managed to thrust up into you, fucking you on her tongue with the kind of skill that felt unnaturally good.

the stimulation was wonderful, but her sobs muffled into your ass were even sweeter. she tried, so hard, to rub her thighs together while she ate you out all the way to your orgasm, but you'd learned your lesson and made them tight enough that there was frankly no point in trying. but she'd been so obedient that you figured you'd indulge your sweet darling once you finished screaming her name through your high.

you got off of her face, delicately kissing off the remnants of your cum on her cheeks. "amazing as always, my beauty. shall I return the favour?"

one yank and the whole thing fell apart— margaret fell onto the ground, still tied up with her arms bound behind her back and legs practically sewn together, but no longer hanging from the ceiling. you grabbed a knife off of the table in the corner (your safety net, so to speak) and cut off the attachments on her legs and her wrists. her torso remained bound with her tits sticking out of the circle of red rope, however, because you had thought about it a bit longer and decided you did indeed want to watch her try to fuck herself pathetically on the piece of rope tied between her thighs.

and so, you did. with her on all fours, you grabbed onto the piece of rope now loosely sticking out of the collar and yanked it. she gagged, a beautiful, needy choking noise as it simultaneously collapsed around her throat and her pussy. you eased up a little bit, but in no time your other hand was clutching a handful of her now messy hair while she tried to rub her hips on the piece of rope.

she was starting to cry again, the frustration too much to bear but not enough for her to voice her desire out loud, not letting up on her pathetic humping. you softly kissed the back of her neck, whispering into her skin that this was enough, that she could rest and you would take care of her, but she didn't seem to believe a word of it.

to show that you were serious, you flipped her on her back and stopped kneading her soft flesh in favour of kneading her gushing pussy. you intended on fingerfucking her, you really did, but she was so wet and you didn't know if you could handle letting all that perfectly good arousal go to waste. you grabbed some of the pillows you had stashed in the corner of the room, placing them under her so she would be comfortable as you went down on her, shoulders under her knees and her cunt open to you and only you.

she really did have a beautiful voice, especially when she sung your name out. high pitched, but sultry in the most gorgeous of octaves, as though she were an angel condemned to this world. she let out needy whines as she started to get closer and closer, but she was already on the edge for the past hours and it barely took a few thrusts of your tongue inside of her to have her spasm all over your face.

you laughed, scolding her briefly for not warning you but at the same time, exceedingly pleased. somehow, the ropes looked as flattering on her as the finest pieces of lingerie, and you told her so as you cut her free and kissed her softly.

"how was that, dear?" you helped her back into her dress once you'd put on your own clothes. "was I too harsh?"

she shook her head. "not at all, it was rather... fun. you really do have the most incredibly lewd ideas, though. I'm not sure how you do it," she added with a gentle tease.

you helped secure the body of her dress, tying it from the back before sliding your hands around to the front and holding her from behind. you kissed her neck up and down, taking your time as you smelled her and relished in her taste.

"I have to confess, I was hoping I could've kept you here longer, but it would've been cruel for me to deny you for that length of time. you see, as I promised, every... session, I repay part of your family's debts."

margaret was such an impatient woman. "and? why are you reminding me of this?"

you ignored the tone of her ask and laid kisses along the back of her ear. "well, they're all paid up. I put in the last payment right before you arrived today."

an awkward silence ensued, neither of you sure what to say next. thankfully, she was the one to do it.

"in that case, our arrangement... it's over."

"yes," you said solemnly. "margaret, dear, I know I called it an arrangement, but—"

"shut up."

this kind of brashness was common with her, no doubt, but what surprised you the most was her swirling around to meet your gaze and pulling you in by the waist.

"our arrangement is not over. I should still like to continue to meet you for these sessions, as you say," she stated, very matter-of-factly, like there was nothing you could do to argue her words. "will that be a problem?"

you hid your elation well, instead leaning in to kiss her deeply. "not at all. but I'm not sure how I will be able to compensate you for your time, darling."

"oh really? I could think of a number of ways. a day at the spa, a reservation at the splendid restaurant that just opened on fifth, the roses are quite expensive this time of year too..."

you giggled, picking her up so that she would be weightless as you spun her around excitedly.

"anything you want, margaret. I'll get you anything your heart desires, because all that mine wants is you."

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