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except-im-a-genius · 3 years ago

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as young children

featuring: some ADA + no abilities

a/n: so I've been rewatching The Return of Superman because someone needed a little bit of wholesome comfort and the first Naeun episode where the male MC was like, "daughters wake up their dads with kisses while my son wakes me up by slapping my face" I was like, sounds like smthn Fukuzawa would say

In an alternate timeline where Fukuzawa Yukichi's hobby of adopting and taking care of kids is his day job. (Or not really a job. He still doesn't get paid for it). And no. He doesn't get woken up with kisses either.

Edogawa Ranpo

Wakes Fukuzawa up by sitting on his face (and possibly farting)

100% whiny kid who will only be quiet when stomach is full OR when suddenly put in a group of strangers of the same age

Social anxiety goes up higher than his ego

Fukuzawa is convinced Ranpo's been drinking juice his entire life just because of how much he consumes it. He breathes sugar

Messy kid but surprisingly not destructive. When alone, he sits in one corner eating his snacks in peace. When playing with others, well he plays around like a normal child

It's scary how much he both understands and does not understand about life (especially adult life) it's almost scary

Fukuzawa taught him go, not thinking much about it. Ranponot only destroyed his ass but also his pride (in one go pun not intended). After an entire day of trying to beat him, Fukuzawa never brought it up again. Peace was never an option

Yosano Akiko

Wakes him up by pinching his nose so he can't breathe

Yeah she's scary like that. A lot of boys her age are intimidated by her (because she can be such a brute) but otherwise she's pretty sweet

She likes cutting up things (paper things) with Kyouka. Paper flowers and other similar projects are her favorite

Favorite sweets are traditional Japanese treats. The three of them (Fukuzawa + Kyouka) eat those together pretty often

Opposite of Ranpo when it comes to cleanliness. Tidies up very often but can get destructive every now and then (especially when she's chasing someone)

When she's outside, she likes staying in the garden where the flowers are and observe any butterflies flying about. I think she even has a small book on butterflies just because of how much she likes them

Kunikida Doppo

At first, he tries to wake up Fukuzawa normally. "Wake up you should be awake now!!" If that doesn't work, he'll repeatedly smack his face until he gets up

Yeah no he's not a law-abiding obedient child. 100% rebel kid from the day he was born, and only listens to certain grownups like Fukuzawa

Similar to Yosano on the tidiness aspect. Neat freak but can get surprisingly destructive when with a certain other someone

It's cute tho how he tries to be more mindful of his surroundings since Fukuzawa scolds him so much (and he tries to tell the others to keep it down every now and then). But again a certain other someone just manages to tempt him so easily

Spends most of his time in physical games with other active kids because he has so much energy. When he gets tired he likes to scribble on paper and practice writing (since Fukuzawa has neat handwriting, he tries to copy it)

Actually he tries to copy Fukuzawa in a lot of things. You'll see him stick to him quite often

Dazai Osamu

Oh dear it's always a surprise with this one

Usually he doesn't wake Fukuzawa up and makes someone else do it, but when he does it's always some prank or another *cue tiny evil laugh*

Spends most of his time reading and annoying Kunikida. Physical/outdoor activities aren't his thing since he gets injured/tired quite easily

Doesn't clean and had wrecked the place more than enough times.

Ropes Atsushi into the stupidest and most dangerous things you could imagine a child doing. The number of small fires and broken things that Fukuzawa had to clean is staggering

When adults come over though, he's surprisingly well-behaved. But to be more specific it's more like he's intently observing them and analyzing their movements like a not-child would do

His favorite time is bath(tub) time and he sticks there longer than anyone should. He can throw a tantrum if taken out too early

Tanizaki Jun'ichirou

"Wakes" him up by gently pushing his shoulder. If it doesn't work, he gives up and leaves

Because of this he gets into a lot of dangerous (self-inflicted) scenarios. Trying to reach food in a high place, answering the door when he doesn't know who's on the other side, trying to reach a ball that got stuck on a tree

Really he should just wake Fukuzawa up/call an adult when he needs help. He may be shy yet independent, but it's still worrying how much he does on his own

Speaking of being on his own-

He does play with the other kids but most of the time no one knows where he is (unless he's with Naomi)

When he's with others, he's usually Yosano and Naomi's slave lol

His way of bonding with Fukuzawa is by finding and petting (and almost adopting) stray cats

Miyazawa Kenji

Wakes Fukuzawa up by a not-so-gentle squeeze on the arm

The most carefree of the bunch. He happily does whatever he wants and rarely gets into trouble

Except when it comes to lifting things. Fukuzawa nearly had a heart attack the first time he tried to reach a toy under the cabinet and tried (and almost successfully) lifted the thing with his two little hands

Ranpo eats the most frequently (and the most unhealthily) but Kenji eats the most number of bowls per meal. Beef gyudon is his favorite but any other rice bowl is going to get devoured just as much

He and Tanizaki are the most likely to sing/dance to music. It's cute how they just vibe with each other

The reason why he's so peaceful tho is that no one can beat him in a fight. And I mean no one. He may be one of the smallest/youngest but he has proven himself once and that was enough to scar everyone's minds (except the adults. They have no idea what actually happened)

Goes to the garden frequently with Yosano, but not because he likes the flowers. He likes the soil. It's weird but very cute

Nakajima Atsushi

Wakes Fukuzawa up very similar to Tanizaki. Only difference is that he lasts longer

Never gets into trouble because of that, though. He waits patiently for him to wake up and reach for food he's been craving, holds in his pee for as long as he could (even thought it's a bad idea), etc.

The only reason why he has so many "battle scars" is because someone keeps tricking him into doing dangerous things. Otherwise, it would've been safe to leave him with the other kids unsupervised

Has this toy plushie white tiger that he hasn't parted with since the day he arrived here. One time Fukuzawa tried to take it from him since it was dirty, but Atsushi cried so much it felt like Fukuzawa was committing a war crime

Eats rice bowls (especially chazuke) just as much as Kenji does

Most of the time he's sitting in front of the TV. He plays with other kids too but once his eyes are glued to the screen there's no going back

Izumi Kyouka

Wakes him up by poking some metallic object at his face

Spends a lot of her time inside, drawing and doing crafts with Yosano

The rest of the kids are noisy as heck which is why Fukuzawa was wondering if Kyouka is just really shy or uncomfortable. Turns out she's just really quiet and stoic (so much so she passes of as Fukuzawa's granddaughter)

It's not obvious but she eats just as much sweets as Ranpo does. It's quite alarming, actually

Hides in cabinets and/or clings to someone during a thunderstorm

Plays with Atsushi the most and follows him around. Will not tolerate anyone saying/doing anything bad to him

Like Atsushi has a toy stuffed rabbit she refuses to part with. It was one of the first things Fukuzawa gave her as well so maybe that's why

She's the most active at night. No one knows why but she just can't sleep easily at night (naps during the day are no problem) so Fukuzawa always puts her to bed last

#so cuteee #poor Fukuzawa tho #<3

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except-im-a-genius · 3 years ago

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A little bit of an issue with office romance

Fine you guys can have the animatic. Teasing you all was funny though

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Kunikida: Time for plan G

Atsushi: Don’t you mean plan B??

Kunikida: No we tried Plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties

Tanizaki: What about Plan D??

Kunikida: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago

Kyouka: What about Plan E??

Kunikida: I’m hoping not to use Plan E. Dazai dies in plan E

Dazai: I like Plan E

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except-im-a-genius · 3 years ago

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if you were a witch from pseudo-medieval times, which animal would be your familiar?

i got salamander.

#bat #hehehe

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except-im-a-genius · 3 years ago

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except-im-a-genius · 3 years ago

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Scene (1/3)

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Kndz x B99

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except-im-a-genius · 3 years ago

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May I offer you a tiny Ranpo in these trying times?

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except-im-a-genius · 3 years ago

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AFTERMATH || Doppo Kunikida

彡 SUMMARY: Kunikida surprisingly shows his face at your dorm once more to repay you for the favor you did for him last night.

彡 WARNINGS: college au, smut, afab!reader, virgin!Kunikida, loss of virginity, ooc Kunikida probably, some nipple play (f), oral (f), fingering, some orgasm denial/edging, quick handjob, vaginal penetration, technical creampie, literally not proofread at all

彡 WORD COUNT: 5.0k (oops)

. . . this is technically a sequel to “seven” minutes in heaven btw. you don’t have to read that for this fic to make sense, but it does give a bit of plot in regards to the reader’s relationship with Kunikida & sort of sets up the plot for this one. i'm also entering this piece into my young & in love collab :)

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED, MINORS DNI!

It may not have been a promise, but Dazai did in fact, manage to convince Kunikida to pay you a visit today. The blonde was reluctant, which was to be expected. He was worried he’d appear desperate, showing up to your dorm the day after you two fooled around. Unbeknownst to him, though, you were hoping to see him.

Dazai’s statement last night had you anticipating Kunikida’s arrival. Not because you actually expected anything to happen, but because you genuinely enjoyed being around him. Still, after the events of yesterday, you couldn’t help but feel anxious at the thought of seeing him again.

Your roommate was out with some friends, leaving you alone in the silence of your dorm. A sudden knock at your door startles you just a bit, getting your heart to beat a little faster. It wasn’t certain that Kunikida would be the one on the other side, though part of you hoped it would be. Yet, for whatever reason, you were nervous.

Maybe it was because you liked the man, and simply being in his presence made you giddy. Or maybe it was the fact that the night prior, you were trapped in a closet and difiling him. Regardless, you push your thoughts aside and open the door, only to be greeted by the sight of a blushing Kunikida.

He appeared tense, as though he didn’t want to be here. You step out of his way, letting him enter then shutting the door behind him. The air in the room now was thick enough to cut with a knife. Why did things feel so awkward? It wasn’t normally like this, so why now? Had last night’s affair actually ruined things between you? Trying not to stress yourself out, you sit on your bed with a sigh, patting the spot beside you to invite Kunikida over.

“You don’t have to stand there like a stranger, y’know. Come sit.”

His ears grow red with embarrassment, but he sits down. If anything, he looked more stiff now than he did two minutes ago. Did you really make him that uneasy? He’s always been the reserved type, perhaps that was the reason he was so closed off around you.

You wanted to avoid small talk, afraid that it would only strengthen the awkward atmosphere in the room. At the same time, it felt impossible to start a conversation. There was a sudden feeling of worry washing over you as well. Worry that last night may have been a mistake, or that Kunikida only came here today to tell you he wants to remain friends.

“Um, Kunikida?” You turn your head towards him, keeping your voice low. “Was there something you needed? Or um, something you wanted to talk about?”

He takes a deep breath, in attempts to calm his nerves. What did he want? He couldn’t have possibly come here just because Dazai told him to. He definitely wasn’t complaining about having the alone time with you, he just needed to figure out how he wanted to use this time. Kunikida shifts in his seat, sighing once more.

“I remember telling you I had a favor to return… Though I suppose it’s too soon for me to be pushing it.” His words come out as a near whisper, like he was scared to hear your response.

You blush darkly at his comment, not expecting him to say what he said. Sure, he said he’d eventually “return the favor,” to which you agreed. And yes, Dazai may have told you he’d get Kunikida to come over today, but you didn’t expect any of that to actually happen. You weren’t necessarily against the idea, it was just a lot to take in all at once.

You chuckle sheepishly, “O-oh, um, you know you don’t actually have to, right? N-not that I don’t want you to, I just, um…”

Flustered, you trample over your own words. You didn’t want him getting the wrong idea, though this entire situation felt like the repercussion of miscommunication.

“I do want to.” he speaks, keeping his eyes in front of him rather than on you.

The sound of his voice snaps you out of your scrambled thoughts, only flustering you more.

“Y-you do?” you ask, still trying to figure out if he was pulling your leg or not.

Kunikida nods, pushing up his glasses with a finger as he finally gives you his attention.

“Forgive me for being so forward, but I wanted to bring it up before I lost the courage to.”

You’re left speechless, unsure of how to continue the conversation. There were too many thoughts bouncing around in your head for you to think straight. You genuinely didn’t think this would be happening today, yet here he was, offering it. You swallow hard, poorly keeping your composure as you find the words to say.

“Kunikida… A-are you sure?”

He nods once more, “I am…” Kunikida falls silent for a moment, still blushing like crazy.

That awkwardness hadn’t faded, especially now. You wondered where to go from here; if you should jump right into things or build up to it. If all he was here for was that, then was there really any problem with jumping into things? Well, yes. Kunikida had absolutely no experience, aside from last night’s affair with you. And he very obviously liked you— you liked him too— so you didn’t want him to feel like you were using him, or that this would turn into some sort of “friends with benefits” type of situation. You scoot a little closer to him, letting your shoulder brush against his. His eyes seem fixated on yours, as if he were caught in a trance.

“Let’s just, um, start slow, okay?” you state, still worried that rushing into this wasn’t the right move.

Kunikida hums in agreement, and not even two seconds later, is he cupping your cheek and leaning in for a kiss. You’re too stunned to pull away, or stop him. Feeling his lips on yours again triggers the memory of all that happened yesterday. You were reminded of what it felt like to kiss him, and how surprised you were by how good it was.

His boldness had you taken aback, you almost didn’t know how to react. Last night must’ve changed something in him. It doesn’t take you too long to find your confidence, though. You’re soon moving to sit on his lap, your tongue languidly slipping into his mouth all the while.

Kunikida groans, gripping your waist with more force than you expected. His grip was quite strong, as if he wanted to ensure you’d remain on top of him. It honestly shocked you how easily you both gave in to one another. Initially, you were worried about moving too fast, blushing and stuttering like high schoolers. Yet here you were now, caught in a steamy makeout session without a second thought. His fingers slip under your shirt, their warmth closing around your waist.

Even though it was only a few hours ago that the two of you were doing this for the first time, it felt different now. Maybe it was because you knew you would be receiving some type of pleasure this time. However, there was also the possibility of the two of you taking things a little further than that. You weren’t stuck in a closet this time, after all, which meant you had the freedom to do as you pleased. You weren’t sure if Kunikida would want that, though. If he did, then maybe he’d bring it up later.

The taste of his lips were distracting you from your thoughts, making it difficult for you to stress over anything in the first place. You fit together like puzzle pieces— so perfectly, you swore you’ve never felt this comfortable with someone before. He was still nervous, despite how effortlessly he kissed you. You could feel his hands shaking ever so slightly as they ran up and down your sides. His breaths were already labored, and you could feel his rapid pulse beneath your palms, which rest at the slope of his neck. Reluctantly, you pull away, smirking a bit when you see how flushed his face is.

“One second.” you murmur, getting off his lap.

Hurriedly, you place a little sign outside on the doorknob. A subtle indicator to your absent roommate that you were “busy.” Just as quickly, you shut and lock the door, making your way back over to him. Poor Kunikida was sitting there stressing. He was excited, sure, but god he was nervous as hell.

He had no idea what was in store, even though he was the one who came here with intentions. To be honest, he was a bit embarrassed to think you’d be the one taking the lead. Not that he’d object, he just assumed he should be the one calling all the shots, knowing this was his idea in the first place.

You kiss him with no warning, assuming that would calm him down, even though it definitely did the opposite. Kunikida isn’t one to ignore your efforts, though. He kisses back desperately, growing eager from tasting your lips again. You loved how he kept trying to take control, impatiently pulling you back onto his lap. A tiny gasp gets caught in his mouth when you feel his bulge beneath you. He was harder than you thought he’d be at this point, and feeling it right against your sex only flooded your stomach with butterflies.

It was dark the first time you were exposed to it. Knowing you’d be seeing it again in perfect light made you antsy. You knew it was big, you remember how it felt in your hand, and the way it throbbed in your mouth. To say you were excited to see it again would be an understatement.

You separate from Kunikida’s needy kiss to remove your shirt, biting your lip when you see his eyes fall to your chest. They linger there a moment, admirably.

“Undress me.” you whisper, taking hold of his wrists to drag his hands across your now bare stomach.

He licks his lips, bringing his attention to your eyes as his palms trail up your back. The eye contact made you blush. It was so intimate you barely realize he had already unclasped your bra and begun slipping it off your shoulders. It falls to the floor, leaving you bare on his lap. You felt a bit uneasy from being so exposed, instinctively turning your head. Kunikida places a kiss on your chest, trailing said kisses along your collarbones up to your jaw.

“You’re beautiful.” he whispers, still littering kisses on your neck.

He appeared to be getting more comfortable, no longer waiting for your guidance and making his own moves. You drape your arms around his neck, trying to bring yourself closer to him while he boldly starts to bruise your skin. It shocked you how worked up you had gotten, and how quickly it seemed to happen. You could feel the tiny wet patch on your panties, bucking your hips forward just a bit to create friction. Kunikida holds onto you, muffling your soft whimper with a kiss.

Your confidence kept faltering, rising and falling in intensity every time he didn’t do something bashfully. You couldn’t blame him for being hesitant in the beginning, still, it excited you to have him in control, even if only for a little. Lost in the trance that was his kiss, you don’t even bat an eye when he swiftly flips you onto your back.

It impressed you, definitely, but you were too focused on his tongue exploring your mouth to be taken aback by it. Kunikida stands at the edge of the bed and quickly removes his shirt. His cheeks remain a bright red as he locks his lips onto your nipple. You moan, arching your back into him. His name falls from your lips sweetly, the sound going straight to his cock, which strains beneath his slacks.

Kunikida stares up at you with a glimmer in his eyes. The sight of him suckling your breast was one you didn’t expect would get you so riled up. He makes sure to give each of your puffy nipples attention before kissing down your stomach.

Things escalated surprisingly fast, you fully expected him to be a nervous wreck, to be too anxious to do anything on his own. It’s not that you had no faith in him, you just remember the way he was last night. Maybe things were different now, knowing you weren’t at risk of getting caught this time.

Kunikida suddenly stops right below your belly button, reluctantly tracing the waistband of your shorts.

“Is this okay? I-I can stop if you want me to.” he mumbles.

You sit up, propping yourself up on your elbows. “N-no, it’s okay. Please keep going…”

Intently, you watch him slide your shorts down, kneeling between your legs as he discards them to the floor. He sets one of your legs over his shoulder, kissing your knee, up your inner thigh. Your heart is nearly pounding out of your chest, your excitement difficult to contain.

Kunikida pauses when he reaches your panties, giving you a stare that you were surprised to see. You thought he’d be nervous and blushing crazy, yet he wasn’t. His cheeks couldn’t have been a darker crimson, but his eyes were dark. Lustful, even.

“May I?” he asks, his breath brushing against your heat.

You nod, chewing your lip in anticipation. Kunikida smiles, removing his glasses and setting them on the desk by your bed. The man was gorgeous, you thought so even before he took them off. But to see his eyes unframed was somehow a whole new look that gave you an entirely new feeling.

He situates himself between your legs again, leaving kisses on your stomach as he tugs your panties off. Kunikida stares at you in awe, parting your thighs farther apart to get a better look at you. He hums, grabbing under your knees and pushing your legs up.

“Tell me what feels good. Teach me how to please you.” he says, lowering his head but keeping his eyes on you.

Tenderly, Kunikida’s lips press against your clit. His tongue darts out, curling around your hardened nub. You gasp, lacing your fingers through his hair and attempting to close your legs but failing. Both his hands were gripping your thighs, holding them open to give him access to what he wanted. He smirks against your sex, flattening his tongue against your folds.

“Do you like that?” he murmurs.

Your back arches when he does it again, “Y-yes.”

Kunikida grins, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking it softly. The man had your entire body feeling hot. For his first time, he wasn’t too bad. He was taking things slow, paying attention to the way you’d gasp and whine in response to his actions. You couldn’t help but buck your hips a little, pushing his head into you so he’d quicken his pace. He catches the hint almost immediately, lapping at your slick faster with a moan.

This moment was everything he could’ve imagined it to be. It wasn’t often that Kunikida ever had lewd thoughts, he tried to ignore their intrusiveness, actually. Yet, when it came to you, especially after last night, he couldn’t get them out of his mind. It was only a few hours since you saw each other last, still, pleasuring you was all he thought about in that time you spent apart.

“Just like that, Kida~” you moan, giving his hair a tug.

Kunikida was relishing your taste, moaning as he runs his tongue all over your sensitive pussy. You struggle to sit still for him, squirming and whining while he eats you out. It amazed you how good it felt, knowing he’s never done this before. Kunikida must’ve been a fast learner, picking up on every little move he needed to make to ensure you’d feel good.

Your breaths grow heavier, your orgasm nearing. You didn’t want to finish so soon but he had you feeling so much more sensitive than usual. With a gentle tug, you pull his hair, non-verbally telling him to stop. He does, lifting his head concerned.

“Does it not feel good?” he asks genuinely, licking his lips clean.

“I-it does, I’m just… I’m getting close…” Your words escape you quietly, like you were embarrassed.

Kunikida cocks an eyebrow, releasing his hold on your legs so you can sit up straight. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“It is, but… I don’t know, I just, want this to last longer…” you murmur, turning your head from him.

He chuckles, bringing himself up just enough to kiss your cheek. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

Kunikida keeps his face close to yours, kissing you when you finally look at him. He was so kind, so considerate. It made you feel things you’ve never felt with anyone. No one’s ever treated you this sweetly before, it made your heart flutter. Kissing him now only added to the feeling. You could taste yourself on his lips, the subtle flavor making you moan.

He needily leans in after you as you briefly separate from the kiss to speak, “Touch me, Kunikida. Please.”

Kunikida bites his lip, setting his hands on your thighs. He kisses you once more, groaning into your mouth. His calloused palms drag up your legs, across your inner thighs. He opens your legs, pushing you down on the bed. He hovers you now, kissing along your jaw down to your neck. You feel his fingers sneak towards your heat, gently brushing your clit and running through your folds.

Kunikida was quite confident now, nonchalantly taking advantage of the fact that you were sensitive. He was fixated on your neck, nipping at your skin while his fingers toyed with your wetness. You lie there letting him do as he pleased, doing nothing but mewling from his touch.

Your hips rut up into his hand, and you moan a quiet “please” in hopes that he’d stop teasing. He wasn’t teasing you on purpose, but you had become impatient. Kunikida kisses your temple, pushing a finger into your warm cunt with ease.

“F-fuck, one more, p-please.” you whine.

Kunikida does as he’s told, slipping another finger past your slit before curling them both. Your back arches and you whimper his name, gripping the sheets beneath you. Slowly, he starts pumping them in and out of your tight hole, causing your entire body to quiver under his. It didn’t matter how many times you did it yourself, it would never feel as good as this. Having someone else touch you this way, after quite some time of no intimacy, was indescribably sensational.

“S-so good Kida. Fuck, don’t stop.”

“You sound so pretty moaning for me like that.” he coos, starting to finger you faster.

Swears continue to blend with your moans, your cunt clenching around his digits every time they’d slide back in. Kunikida was honestly surprised he hadn’t cum in his pants yet with how turned on he was. To know he was the reason you were feeling so good was a huge boost to his ego. Hearing such sweet sounds come out of your mouth because of something he was doing had his cock aching in his briefs.

He latches onto one of your breasts, pumping his slender fingers quicker than before. At this point, you weren’t even concerned about holding off any longer. Your stomach had gotten tight minutes ago and you were nearly torturing yourself by denying yourself the release.

“M’gonna cum, m’gonna cum~!!” you warn, writhing beneath the blonde.

Kunikida smirks, removing his fingers and running them along the length of your pussy. You whine at the absence of feeling full, grabbing his wrist.

“P-please Kunikida… I was so close…”

Without saying anything, he kisses you, rubbing small slow circles into your swollen clit. You whine, arching your back and moaning into his kiss. He smiles against your lips, feeling the confidence from pleasuring you wash over him. Your hips buck up, chasing that high that was so close you could taste it, but he pulls away before you’re able to reach it. He suddenly appeared withdrawn, as if his focus had been shifted.

“I-is everything alright?” you ask, worried that he may want to stop.

He nods, giving you a quick reassuring peck.

“I wanted to ask you something…”

Kunikida steps back, briefly glancing at his fingers which glisten with your essence. His cheeks burn red, eyes falling from your concerned stare while his mind races. He wondered what you’d say if he asked what he wanted, wondered if that was something you’d want too. There was no point standing around like he was, it’d just waste time.

With a deep breath, he makes eye contact with you, pursing his lips.

“I wanted to ask if you would like to take this a step further…” he pauses, “But, of course, we can stop if you’d prefer to.”

The fact that he even bothered to ask had you struggling to hide your smile. You sit up, letting your eyes not-so-nonchalantly scan his body. They immediately fall to the tent in his slacks, noticing how tight his pants looked due to the bulge beneath them. With a tiny grin, you offer him your hand, gesturing for him to come closer. He takes it, nibbling on his lower lip anxiously.

“I would love to continue this, Kunikida.” you say, tugging him towards you.

He stands between your legs, respectfully keeping his eyes above your shoulders. His fingers fidget with yours, his nerves starting to get to him again. Gently, you caress his hips, dragging your palms down his sides until your fingers catch his belt loops.

“We’ll take it slow, okay?” you reassure.

This was new territory for him, it was expected that he’d be nervous moving forward. You start to mess with his belt, unbuckling it then undoing his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. Kunikida stands there unsure of what to do, willingly letting you take control but still wondering if he should be doing something. His thoughts are immediately shifted when you grope him, a choked moan escaping him.

You giggle at his sensitivity, giving him another soft squeeze just to hear him moan. Your fingers dip into the waistband of his briefs, tugging them to the floor. His erection springs free, twitching when it touches the cold air.

There was pre dribbling from his slit, the sight making your mouth water. Just seeing him hard in front of you reminded you of last night — the way he filled your throat, the way he tasted, the way all of those things combined gave you something to fantasize about when he went home.

The pad of your thumb swipes across his tip delicately, the action making the blonde gasp. Kunikida stares down at you with blown out pupils, watching as your hand wraps around his length, languidly stroking him.

“Y/n,” he breathes, bucking his hips forward just enough to indicate he was getting impatient.

You spit on his cock, pumping him a little faster. He throws his head back, moaning your name again. You could feel him throbbing under your touch, your own arousal aching simply from feeling the way he was as well.

Your pace slows once more just to tease him, and he impulsively takes hold of your wrist, stopping you entirely.

“Do you want me to stop?” you question, worried he might’ve changed his mind about all this.

“I want you,” he says with sincerity in his eyes.

A smile creeps onto your face and you rise to your feet. You kiss him tenderly, nibbling his lower lip just to drive him crazy, before quickly rummaging through your bedside table. Kunikida patiently sits on your bed, shamelessly staring at your naked body before diverting his attention when you finally turn around.

Eagerly, you open the condom you grabbed, kindly putting it on for him just as an excuse to touch him. You lube him up really quick then straddle his lap, locking lips with him almost immediately. His hands find your waist, pulling you closer to feel some type of friction.

“Mm, lie down for me,” you whisper against his lips.

He does as he’s told, and as soon as his back hits the mattress, you’re lining him up at your entrance. You both suck in a breath when his tip slips in. Slowly, you lower yourself onto him, pausing when every inch is buried.

“A-are you okay?” Kunikida asks, already blissed out but trying to check in through the fuzziness.

“Mhm,” you nod, “Y-you’re a little bigger than I expected…”

It’s not like this was the first time you saw it — you already knew he was above average with everything that’s happened prior to this — but actually having him inside you was a bit of a wake up call.

His thumbs rub circles into your waist, non-verbally letting you know to take as long as you need. In all honesty, he didn’t mind having you sit here. Kunikida worried that he’d finish too soon if you started moving, though the action of you doing so didn’t give him any more time to think about it.

Your palms rest flat against his chest, thighs framing his body as you roll your hips. He sucks in a shaky breath, squeezing your waist in attempts to hold himself together. You do him no favors though, beginning to bounce on top of him with a whimper.

Kunikida shuts his eyes, groaning in response to your movements. He’s never felt anything like this before. He thought having your mouth on him last night was overwhelming, this was an entirely new experience. The way your body moved against his had his head spinning. He could feel the way your cunt convulsed around him, seeing the way your body shivered on top of his because of him. It did wonders for his ego, giving back some of his confidence. He mutters out some praise, pressing his fingers into your waist to push you down.

“K-Kunikida,” you whine, “s’good- fuck.”

You bounce a little faster, fighting through his tight grasp to move how you wanted. He squirms beneath you, growing restless.

“Mmm, switch- switch with me,” he rasps, “Please.”

As quick as possible, you get off of him, lying on your back. Just as quickly, he readjusts, slipping back into your warmth with ease. You both moan, satisfied to be so close again. You hook your legs around his waist and he grabs your hands, entwining his fingers with yours to pin them above your head. The position changes ever so slightly and you can feel him much deeper. Your back arches, a little yelp escaping you.

Kunikida leans down to kiss your neck, grunting in your ear. His thrusts were shockingly steady for a first-timer, each one a bit rougher than the last. You thought he’d be more easy-going, yet again, you had the man extremely worked up it was no surprise he was eager. His thrusts were desperate, hips stuttering each time his cock dragged along your gummy walls.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he says in one breath, squeezing your hands and pressing his forehead to yours, “‘M’getting close.”

Having him grunt and pant above you triggered that familiar feeling in your tummy. The intimacy of holding hands, having his face so close to yours, hearing such deep moans ringing in your ears — every little thing made you swoon.

“M-me too,” you mewl, your words barely coming out due to the moan you let out instead.

Kunikida finally seems to lose it, bucking his hips fervently. He sighs, cursing under breath. Your body trembles under him, legs squeezing his form to bring him closer as if he wasn’t already glued to you. Having your hands pinned prevented you from touching him — keeping you from feeling his hot skin against your palms or his silky hair between your fingers. You enjoyed it though, the restraint turned you on somehow.

You’re incapable of keeping still, arching your back or attempting to rut your hips up as your orgasm inches closer. All it took to send you over was hearing Kunikida tell you he was at the edge too.

“Shit, I- m’cumming, fuck-” he grunts, stopping in place as his orgasm rips through him.

You feel his hot cum pooling inside you and into the condom, the feeling making you moan out his name as you release around him.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he pants, letting go of your hands to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

You’re both riding out your highs, chests heaving and hearts beating rapidly. Tiredly, you drape your arms over his shoulders, holding him close.

“You don’t have to apologize,” you chuckle, worn, “You wore a condom for a reason.”

You can’t see the blush that appears on his face but you know it’s there. Embarrassed, he kisses your neck, pulling out to lie beside you. He takes the condom off his softening erection and ties it closed, tossing it into the trash beside your bed. You sigh unanimously, grinning like idiots as today’s event starts to settle in.

“You were really good, y’know,” you turn to look at him, flushed.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles.

The two of you fall silent, basking in the afterglow. When your breaths finally steady, you move over, shifting to rest your head on Kunikida’s chest. He freezes, taken aback by the suddenness of it.

“I really like you Kunikida,” you mumble, tracing circles on his skin, “I regret not telling you sooner.”

“I like you too,” he responds, gently placing a hand on your head.

You smile, happy with the way things played out. You’ve always had a feeling he had a crush on you, though it was nice to hear him actually say it. What this meant for you both should’ve been obvious, though you’d take things slow from here.

You obviously wanted to be with each other, to put a label on this spontaneous relationship you fell into. Still, you’d enjoy this moment before anything, quietly appreciating the comfortable silence and leaving the discussion of your relationship for another time.

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except-im-a-genius · 3 years ago

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[ 3:26 AM ] - OSAMU DAZAI

➪ sypnosis : dazai finally caves in and pours all of his emotions out

➪ other notes : no gif bc im trying something new, it’s literally 5 am where i live, i need to sleep asap

osamu dazai is a complicated man, to say the least. he wanted to feel something, he craved a reason for living. and yet, when he had any type of strong emotion, he would push it away. when he met you, he was a mafia executive, ruining people’s lives. he didn’t know how you managed to get so attracted to him despite knowing the countless innocents he’s gotten rid of. you were kind to him, not a fake type of kind but a genuine one. you weren’t here to use him or kill him, you were here to love him.

after dazai fled the mafia, he took you with him, knowing that you would be executed since you were in a relationship with the now ex-demon prodigy. he was trying to become a better man, not only to honor oda’s dying wishes but for you too. but he always ended up stumbling into bars, drinking until it was the illegal limit. you were worried and terrified for him. you two needed to take it easy and lay back for at least two years. at the same time, you would understand why he was always so drunk.

he missed his friend. he mourned for him, representing it in his actions. but you were worried about what he would do to himself if he put himself in his old mindset. he didn’t like you going to bars with him, he didn’t want to be vulnerable around you, he wanted you to know that he was there for you. as much as you tried to coax him out of his shell, his routine continued. there were even times when he wouldn’t show up till a few days later, appearance ragged and tired. not only was it affecting him but it was also affecting you, you couldn’t stand seeing him like this.

he saw how tired you were of crying for him, neglecting yourself while worrying about him. even after all of that, you didn’t leave him. you were beside him when he needed you. but, one day his routine changed. you could faintly hear the door open to your small home. it was 3 am, and even in your droopy phase, you were happy that the man you loved came back to you. when he opened the door to your shared bedroom, he stared at you. he couldn’t help but frown at you. you’re so good to him, in spite of him not deserving it.

he softly sighed before he slid beside you. you expected him to give his back to you as you normally sleep like that. what you didn’t expect was him clinging onto you, holding your waist tightly. slowly regaining consciousness, you slightly shifted in his arms, “‘samu,” you smiled softly. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” he held you tighter, his voice breaking as he apologized to you. now you were awake, turning around to face him. he was a broken man. his facade completely shattered.

“hey, hey, it’s okay,” you pushed his hair out of his face as he continued to sob, evidently pushing his face into the crook of your neck. all you could do is say “let it all out,” you put your fingers in his hair as he sniffled. “i promise to treat you better, i promise to no longer make you cry, i promise to become a better boyfriend, i’m so sorry,” he said, now more calmed down. he meant those words sincerely. he didn’t want you to be mentally distressed because of him, “i love you osamu,” you whispered to him, he slowly responded “i love you too y/n, please don’t leave me,” he shut his eyes.

after years of searching for a reason to live, he finally had it. you. you were the person who fueled his life. for the first time, he could cry and weep without anyone preventing it. he wasn’t going to break any promises either. he loved you, more than he’s loved anyone at all. ‘thank you odasaku,’ dazai said in his mind, thanking his old friend for showing him the light so both of you could bathe in the sun rays. dazai falls asleep in your arms, and you eventually do so too. he trusts you, more than you could think or imagine.

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except-im-a-genius · 3 years ago

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Hi!!! Could I request something fluffy with Kunikida x reader? (There's not enough of my man out there 😔)

THE IDEAL PARTNER

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: Anonymous

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Kunikida Doppo x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre(s): Fluff!!

I totally agree that there isn’t enough Kunikida content out there! This was so much fun to write! I hope you enjoy it!

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Kunikida’s notebook was something he treasured. That much was obvious. Sometimes you could’ve sworn he valued it more than you with how valiantly he protected the thing from letting others peek inside it.

He always said that wasn’t the case. That you were infinitely more precious to him than his notebook.

He’d let you glance inside his notebook sometimes if he was feeling particularly gracious that day. But he never let you look at the pages that held the requirements for his ideal partner. Those were the pages he refused to let anyone look at but himself. You often found him glancing to those pages when he thought no one was looking, but the moment he realized you were watching him he’d quickly flip to another page.

Some part of you wondered if he was cheating. If he had a picture of his mistress or lover instead of actual writing. But that thought was quickly banished from your mind. It wasn’t in his ideals to be dishonest and cheat like that.

Or some part of you hoped that was the case.

It was late at night when the two of you had finally arrived home and began the task of getting ready for bed. Fukuzawa had sent the two of you on a mission that had taken longer than planned, even with Kunikida’s careful planning. But in the end, the two of you escaped and completed the job without any casualties or injuries.

You set about changing into your night clothes (Kunikida already had), as your lover set about checking the windows and locks of your shared apartment. It was a habit to check every night before he went to bed. You didn’t need Dazai or some other unsavory intruder barging in at inopportune moments like last time you forgot to lock the window to your bedroom.

Drawing the curtains open after you finished changing, you checked to make sure it was securely latched and locked before shutting the curtains and heading to your spot on the bed.

Kunikida was already there, writing down a mission report in his notebook to type up and deliver first thing in the morning. The quick and harsh strokes of his pen filled the room as you scrolled social media one last time before turning your phone off and heading to bed. He flipped his notebook shut when you spoke,

“Doppo?” You asked, voice breaking the silence in the room and he simply hummed in reply, taking off his glasses as he did so.

“Could I—I mean, would it be alright if I looked in your notebook? The pages about your ideal partner?” You were hesitant, sure he was going to shut you down like all the times you had asked before.

However, Kunikida paused, seemingly genuinely considering the question before he picked up his notebook. Without looking at you, he passed you the book and you stared at him in shock. Was he actually going to let you look through his precious notebook? Was he really that tired?

He caught you staring and grimaced,

“I can take it back if you like.” He said, holding a hand out and you recoiled, holding the notebook to your chest.

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m just surprised is all. Normally you aren’t one to let others go through your things.” You said finally and he shrugged,

“I trust you not to laugh.” He said softly, almost so softly you couldn’t hear him. Your heart cracked at that. He thought you were going to laugh? Just what was he hiding?

You flipped open the notebook to the pages that weren’t worn down like the rest.

In bold kanji at the top of the page, it read “MY IDEAL PARTNER”

A picture of you sat in the center.

Or rather, the strip of photos from when you had dragged Kunikida into the photo booth at a carnival while on a mission. He was hilariously stoic in every picture save for the last picture when you had planted a surprise kiss on his cheek.

In that photo, he was beet red, and steam exploded from his ears in embarrassment.

You stared at the pictures and then at Kunikida who was refusing to look at you, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

You crawled across the bed and sat next to him,

“Doppo? What do you mean by this?” You asked quietly and he cringed as if embarrassed.

“It means you’re my ideal partner. Your every attribute and quality, both good and bad, make up the kind of person I was to be with for the rest of my life.” He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a small black box.

Your brain stalled as you stared at the little thing sitting in the palm of his hand. He slid off of the bed and down onto one knee. He was still refusing to look at you as if scared of what you would do.

“I know this isn’t ideal. Far from it. But—”

“Yes.” You interrupted, a grin struggling to stretch across your face. Kunikida finally looked up, eyes sparkling with hope,

“But I didn’t ask the question yet—”

“My answer is yes Doppo.” You finally smiled and his shoulders slumped in relief.

He opened the box.

Inside was a simple silver band with a small gemstone in the center. You recognized it as your birthstone and remembered how at one point when you were discussing marriage, you had said you wanted a ring with your birthstone on it.

He remembered.

Of course, he did.

Tears welled up at the thought and you slid off of the bed to throw your arms around his neck, connecting your lips in a kiss. Kunikida’s arms wrapped around your waist after setting the box on the bedside table.

He was the first to pull away and cradle your left hand in his. He slipped the ring on your finger and kissed you once again.

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