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zzprompto

1 year ago

☆ married man

kunikida doppo x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: nobody at the agency knew that kunikida was married, and kunikida is reminded why he never tells anyone. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

the lowercase is intentional !

- warnings: suicide [mentioned once].

there was a ring always seated on kunikida's ring finger. many at the armed detective agency noticed it, but they didn't question the man on it. many wondered why kunikida had it on his finger in the first place, but they knew that if they asked about it they wouldn't get an answer. kunikida wasn't one to openly talk about his private life and matters.

of course, there were people like dazai who always questioned and annoyed kunikida. ever since dazai noticed the ring on his partner's finger, he didn't stop teasing the other about it.

"oh nice ring! it seems like you have a mrs don't you, kunikida?" dazai asked the blonde, a laugh escaping his lips after he finished speaking. the only answer dazai got was a grunt.

dazai also tried multiple times to look into kunikida's notebook, trying to pry for something about a spouse. his efforts were of no use, however. it seemed like kunikida was prepared for every situation regarding his colleagues (or rather just dazai) finding out about his spouse.

nobody, not even dazai, could crack kunikida into making him talk about the ring that he wore. no matter how much attempts were made, kunikida kept quiet, not letting even a single peep escape about a spouse.

however, on one unassuming day, a certain visitor came to the agency. it was a young man that nobody knew, perhaps a new client or person who needed the help of those with abilities. but, all those ideas were wrong. someone in the agency knew this man very well.

"i'm very sorry to disturb your hard work.. but kunikida left his lunch at home today." the man explained politely to dazai, who just happened to open the door for him, holding a wrapped bento box in his hands.

dazai's face turned into a wicked grin, knowing that he could take this as the opportunity to tease kunikida. this teasing was probably going to last forever now.

dazai could see the glint of a ring resting on the man's ring finger, and his grin only grew. the ring was similar to kunikida's and now everything made sense. this stranger and kunikida were married.

"kunikida!" dazai called out, turning to face the inside of the agency's office now. "there's someone here for you!" dazai continued to call out, trying to keep himself from laughing.

kunikida was confused, he didn't expect someone to be at the door for him. then again, he wouldn't be surprised if dazai was just lying to him about someone waiting for him.

the blonde haired man walked over to the front door, standing besides dazai to look at the person standing on the other side. kunikida was shocked, to say the less. he didn't expect his husband to be here of all people.

"[name]? love? what are you doing here?" kunikida muttered under his breath, trying to be subtle so dazai didn't hear what he had just said. of course, it was of no use. dazai heard what kunikida had said and his smirk just continued to grow.

"you forgot your lunch at home." [name] replied, a soft smile on his face as he held out the bento box for kunikida to take. [name]'s voice was clear, he wasn't muttering like how his husband was.

kunikida sighed and he took the box from [name]'s hands, smiling back at him before nodding. he was grateful that his husband was so kind and considerate, but now his secret was going to be spilled to everyone in the agency because of dazai's big mouth.

"thank you, love. i'll see you later at home, okay?" kunikida responded. he then leaned towards [name] and gave the other man a kiss on the forehead. he figured he might as well since dazai probably already knew what was going on.

then, [name] walked away from the agency and he made about his day as usual. he had no worries in the world currently, unlike his husband was going to have in a moment.

kunikida shut the door and he turned towards dazai, his eyes narrowed on the brunette. "you do not utter a word of this to anyone, got it?" kunikida spoke, his tone harsh and authoritative. it was a similar tone to that of when he was a maths teacher.

dazai just nodded to kunikida, putting on a facade that he was going to stick to kunikida's words. but, everyone and their mother knew that that was not going to be the case.

"did you guys know that-" dazai started speaking as he walked back into the agency's office. there was a wide smirk still plastered on his face. "kunikida has a husband!"

the brunette's voice was heard from multiple detectives. everyone turned to look at dazai, a few of them with shock on their faces - some more than others.

"oh? a husband?" yosano asks, raising an eyebrow as she looked over at kunikida. kunikida was standing not so far behind dazai, an unamused expression on his face. "i always figured you were married. i mean, the ring on your finger gives it away." yosano continues, grinning at the married man.

a string of whispers followed yosano's comments. the other members were all talking to eachother about this news, wanting to find out about kunikida's husband, wanting to meet the man too.

"i knew you were married this whole time, kunikida." ranpo continued speaking, standing up and giving the younger man a pat on the shoulder. "my detective skills helped me figure it out a while ago." ranpo hums.

"now that we know, it would be rude not to introduce us to the man of honour properly!" dazai said, putting an arm around kunikida's shoulder. kunikida immediately shrugged the other man off of him.

kunikida pushed up his glasses and he sighed, shaking his head at all of these comments. "you just met him, dazai. i don't need to, or quite frankly want to, let you met him again." kunikida muttered, looking down to narrow his eyes at dazai.

the man pouted back at his parter, the smirk now wiped off of his face. it seemed that his efforts had gone to waste. dazai was definitely upset now. he wanted to meet kunikida's husband, see if he was 'double suicide' material.

"what a shame!" dazai cried, wiping a fake tear off of his face as he slumped down onto the floor. he couldn't believe kunikida's hurtful words.

"what is your husband like, kunikida?" someone asked. "is he handsome?" another person asked. "can we please meet him?" dazai asked kunikida again.

kunikida just sighed for the nth time. he was now bombarded with questions about his partner, not having time to answer one before getting asked another.

and thus, kunikida was reminded why he had never mentioned his spouse in the first place.

☆ author's note: hope you guys enjoy :) kunikida is literally my husband.. we've been together for almost 3 years actually ☝️

☆ masterlist ▪︎ request

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strawb2k

2 months ago

Ada men’s favorite position— ♪♫♬ . . .

Feat : Osamu Dazai, Atsushi Nakajime, Ranpo Edogawa, Doppo Kunikida

Warn&Note: NSFW/SMUT CONTENT, Cursing/Profanity, Out of character, minors DNI, No pronouns used for reader, pet names, Praise, overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy/breeding, cringe, I’m new to tumblr so don’t expect anything, rushed, lazy, bias.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊

— 001. Osamu Dazai

You don’t really remember exactly what happened and how you got into this situation—not with his thick cock repeatedly pounding into your tight hole, moans and whimpers leaving your pretty lips. However that wasn’t the only sounds being heard, small grunts and heavy breathing could be heard from your boyfriend, Osamu Dazai. His dark chocolate brown hair was damp from sweat and sticking to his forehead, his eyes were pinned down on the person beneath him. A mixture between desire and excitement in his gaze, he couldn’t help it. They looked gorgeous underneath him, moaning and panting while his cock continued to pound away in their hole.

Dazai had you in a matting press; your ankles rested on his broad shoulder and his hands were attached to your hips. Gripping your hips and pulling you back on his cock when he had pulled back before slamming back into you, each thrust seemed to get deeper each time. It was almost overwhelming. Your chest slightly recoiled with each pushing thrust and Dazai couldn’t help but notice. He felt proud of himself that he could make you feel like this, he smirked slightly before he ran one of his hands up from your hip to your chest, groping it lightly, his thumb running over your nipple teasingly. He loved this so much, the power he held over you and the fact that you let him do this to you, he felt so lucky.

“..Mmh, c’mon bella…you can take it..”

— 002. Nakajime Atsushi

You couldn’t even comprehend that your sweet and innocent boyfriend, Nakajima Atsushi, was absolutely feral during sex. The only sounds being made was moans, whimpers, and skin slapping against skin. Atsushi’s eyes rolling back and a little bit of drool falling out of his mouth. He was trying to be gentle, he really did, but his tiger instincts overpowered over his mental state and the only thought in his mind was to breed you. His cock continuously pounded into you with his thighs slapping against your back thighs. It hurt, yes, but you didn’t even notice from the amount of pleasure that had overtaken your body and the pure bliss of moans that were heard.

Atsushi’s fingernails dug into your hips without even noticing it. You were in doggy position while he pounded from behind, your ass was in the air while your face was in the plushy pillows. Atsushi whimpered and he sped his already quick thrusts, his fingers beginning to create small bruises on your hips which he was sure to make up for it. Your moans also increased, trying to catch your breath while his cock pounded into your tight hole. Your eyes half-lidded and full of pleasure. After a few more thrusts; it got a little sloppy. His movements slowed down and he let out a whine before pulling your hips closer too him, his cock burying deep inside you before you felt a warm and stick liquid leaked inside you, he had cummed. He slowly began to pull out, his cock growing soft.

“M’sorry lovely, was I too rough?..”

— 003. Ranpo Edogawa

Soft and pretty whines and whimpers could be heard from the man underneath you, Ranpo Edogawa. After a particular difficult case, he had wanted nothing more then his pretty partner to get on top of him and ride him. So here he was, underneath his partner, hands grasping their hips and thighs. You on the other hand, bounced on his cock—small huffs and moans leaving your lips. Ranpo’s cock leaving and entering you over and over again.

Your bare ass slapped against his thighs each time you slammed down on him. Ranpo almost couldn’t take it, his eyes rolled back and a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. It was kind of amusing seeing the greatest detective in the world blissed with pleasure and overwhelmed from the overstimulation. Ranpo kept on mumbling and pleading with you to go impossibly faster, he couldn’t help himself, it just felt so good. His cock being squeezed by your tight hole with each thrust. His hips began to slowly grind up a bit and try to thrust up as well, meeting your bouncing.

— 004. Doppo Kunikida

Both you and you’re boyfriend had been at it for the last hour, huffs and puffs leaving his lips, his blonde hair damp and sticking to his forehead from sweat. Who knew that your idealist boyfriend, Doppo Kunikida, was so rough and quick during sex. He hadn’t even cummed yet while you we’re approaching your second climax. It was overwhelming yet so pleasant as well—you wanted more of him. Kunikida let out a grunt as he felt you tighten around his cock, his grip on the back of your knees tightened and he continued to pound into you like there was no tomorrow.

Kunikida had put you in a missionary position, his slim hands wrapped around your back knees and pushing them down so that they were almost touching your shoulders. His hips moving in a thrusting movement to meet your tight hole each time. His hair was damp and his low pony tail was loose and slightly falling out, his glasses were a little foggy, and his body was almost shiny like from sweat. Kunikida sometimes couldn’t help himself, especially when it came to you. So here he was, pushing your knees to your shoulders while pounding inside of you, his movements quick and rough. How he loved you so much.

“…mph..ngh..”

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sunnyx07

2 years ago

Hiii! I have a BSD request! Its a bot dark but its related to something that Ive been working through lately. Can you do as many bsd characters as you can reacting to their S/O getting emotional on their birtgday because they "didn't think they would make it this far"? Like they struggled with severe depression and suicidal thoughts/SH in their childhood and honestly didn't expect to make it to the age they are now? Its almost my birthday and I've been struggling with the same thing so i wanted some fluff with my favorite characters to help me through it! :) thank you so much!

Request?: yes Summery: Characters reacting on you getting emotional during your birthday Characters?: Dazai, Atsushi, Kunikida, Yosano, Chuuya, akutugawa, Fyodor and Nikolai. Genre: Angst, but mostly fluff.

A/n: Hey hey! I hope I did this on time before your birthday where ever you are- Happy birthday! I hope your doing well and got/ are getting the help you need. If anything my dms are open just for a nice talk if you ever feel lonely, and I'm proud of you of how far you've come. My dm's are open for you and anyone else in need! Anyways I hope you enjoy this fanfic

Dazai Osamu:

Obviously this man, would want you to have the best birthday of your whole entire life.

I mean, he probs didn't have any good birthdays considering his years of the mafia and how Mori had treated him over the years.

So when he knew that your birthday was coming up, he was planning it all carefully.

He got the perfect gifts, the cake, everything was done by the day it arrived.

So when you were alone with him, as he smiled at you, saying "Happy birthday belladonna!" with such a loving tone while carrying the cake (No he didn't bake it himself please don't let him in the kitchen-) You just started to cry.

He slightly panicked, cause we all know he isn't the best when it comes to human emotions.

He carefully set down the cake on the table as he hugged you, kissing on top of your head once in a while letting you cry in his chest

He carefully asks what's wrong, as you explains about your past and what you've been struggling with.

He frowned at the thought of his lover struggling so badly in life, relating to it himself. He cupped your face, and kissed your nose gently.

"I'm glad you're here, cause my birthday girl makes me the happiest man on earth."

Cue the water works again-

Atsushi Nakajima:

Sweet baby Jesus this poor baby-

He has absolutely no idea just him waking you up with breakfast on bed would automatically result into you crying badly in bed

"I-I'M SORRY! DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG-?"

He panicking please make sure to make sure he knows its not his fault.

as you explain to him what exactly happened, with you talking about your past, he can't help but get sad himself.

He loves you dearly and he doesn't want you to feel this way ever again.

He makes sure you will have the best day of your life

"let's go out! My treat!" He smiles brightly, that stupid dorky smile you absolutely adore.

Let's just say you feel extremely loved that day

Kunikida doppo:

Watch this man have your birthdays for the upcoming 10 years planned out completely-

He is a planning maniac after all😭

That's his love language though, act of service and for his partner he would gladly do so-

So he woke you up at 7 am in the morning cause of all the activities he had planned for you

"Y/n, wake up we have to leave in 15 minutes for your birthday activities."

"doppo its like 7 in the morning please-"

But after progressing the work he all did for you, going to your favourite restaurant, having everything you ever wanted ready for you, you couldn't help but cry silently with a smile while looking at him

This dude got caught of guard by your tears

You quickly had to explain that it was because of whatever was playing in the past

He looked at you with a sad look when you were done explaining

"Those times are over now dear, You've made it this far, You did it and I'm proud of you

Yosano akiko:

This absolute queen prepared everything besides her busy schedule, bless her heart-

She took you to the cafe beneath the agency, smiling gently as she let someone from the cafe bring out the cake with a small candle on it.

"Happy birthday my love" She chirped, as she had settled the gifts for you besides her.

Cue the water work from your end-

Being a doctor and all, she also took a hobby on studying people on the daily, so seeing how you reacted, she smiled gently and pulled you in a hug, letting you cry on top of her.

You told her about your past, as she listened carefully.

"Your safe and sound now Y/n, I love you"

Chuuya Nakahara:

Money money money-

he ain't scared to spoil you rotten with love on your birthday.

He cares a lot about the people he cares about and would do everything to protect them, especially the love of his life.

he took you on top of a rooftop somewhere in the city, watching the stars as he gifted you tons of gifts

Your bright smile couldn't distract him from the tears rolling down your cheeks

He cupped your face in worry, as you explained the reason why you were crying.

His face was slightly angry, not at you, but at the people who possibly could've cost this mind set.

"don't worry princess, I'll protect you with my life, now come on lets open another present."

Akutugawa ryunosuke:

He's interesting alright-

he never really had the best life, but he really wants to make you feel loved, even if he finds it hard to express it.

You don't really mind how he is, and you know how hard he tries.

So when he was done with work, and came at your doorstep with flowers in his hands, your favourite flowers, and your favourite snacks in a basket for your birthday, You began crying of happiness.

He immediately thought he did something wrong

please tell him its not him-

You explained your past and why you began crying, and he couldn't really help but feel bad for you

He set the gifts down on the table, and kissed your forehead gently

"You're fine and alive now, and thats what matters to me, You being happy and alive.

Fyodor dostoyevsky:

This man, with dazai, confuse me and interest me all at the same time-

He would not be the best with you crying, as he hardly really shows any sorts of sadness, guilt, rage, etc etc.

he does try his best though!

His reaction to you crying cause of your birthday is just to stand there, not knowing what to do-

eventually he just lets you cry and pats your head gently as you slowly start explaining why you are crying right now

He does feel bad for you, but he just pulled you closer to him as he let you rest on top of him.

"No need to worry about those days anymore Y/n, you got through them."

Nikolai Gogol:

This man was more excited than you were over your birthday-

legit jumping next to your bed to wake you up and open his gifts

and goddamn did he get a lot for you

he had prepared anything you could dream off, as he looked at you like a puppy waiting for his reward.

what he didn't expect was you to full on cry.

he quickly turned into a Serious Nikolai and pulled you in a hug.

You explained while crying about your past and reasons and he just held you even closer.

"I'll be here for you, always and forever, till death does us part."

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stuffeddeer

2 years ago

CONTAINS: mentions of a fictitious car crash, the occasional threat of death, gender neutral reader

While some may disagree, nothing is as painful as boredom.

Now more than ever you believed this, seated in the back corner of your classroom, cheek resting in the palm of your left hand. You didn’t even want to take this class; World Music has nothing to do with your major. However, it fulfilled some stupid university credit that everyone needs in order to graduate. Glancing down towards your empty notebook, you grabbed a pen with your free hand.

big drum = big sound

You scrawled the four words down before lazily looking back up at your professor. He had spent the last 20 minutes explaining the difference between the same two drums, and you weren’t excited to listen to the rest of his lecture… So, you didn’t. Your focus shifted from the tall, orange-haired man in the front of your class to the bickering just outside it, head tilting slightly to the side. The walls in the basement of your university’s Fine Arts building were thin, so even though your seat was situated at the other end of the classroom’s closed door, the pattering of footsteps still made its way through. Along with that, you could hear the tick of the clock that was hung up above the teacher’s desk at the front reading 1:27 pm—you still had 23 minutes left of this horribly boring class. What that also meant is that any student walking through the halls must be from a class that was let out exceedingly early.

Only two pairs of footsteps echoed outside the classroom, a pair of bickering voices accompanying them. If a class got out early, surely there would be more—both in terms of footsteps and voices. Maybe two students were arriving to a class early? This far in the semester, it was safe to say this would be a common occurrence if true, however, you had never heard anyone pass by at this time before today. These two weren’t students arriving early to a class, or leaving early from another. Two people wouldn’t be arriving 30 minutes late, at that point they’d skip the class. You put the tip of your pen between your teeth as you thought.

Maybe the pair had been getting out late? The basement of the fine arts building does house just about all of the campus’ art classes, maybe they had a project coming up and decided to stay and work late. No, all of the art classrooms are situated to the left of the basement, these two were coming from the right. Perhaps they were lost kids, visiting colleges for the following year? Maybe professors, bickering over lazy students and assignments they had yet to grade. Or maybe, piggybacking on your earlier idea, the two had come early to work on a project outside of class…

“Are you still with us?” You realized Mr. Patrick had stopped banging his drums when he called out your name. Oops, you zoned out. Your coworkers always warn you that you tend to zero in on one thing and need to work on being more aware of your surroundings. A small smile pulls at your face. Maybe you should drop out of school: you’re learning more from your current part-time job than your stupid World Music class.

“Yes, sorry. Just listening to the difference in the drums.” I’m listening to the muffled conversation happening in the halls, you thought to yourself. The pen you were chewing on a moment earlier was placed next to your notebook.

Your teacher hummed in response. “Is that so? Then maybe you can explain the difference for the rest of your classmates.” Maybe you can explain the need for this class— you held your tongue, choosing to clear your throat instead of being gifted a lecture from your professor.

“I’m willing to try,” your voice was lighthearted and playful as the hand that was holding your head up dropped to cover your suspicious lack of notes. “While both drums are marketed the same and share the same size, the one on the left has a richer, deeper sound when played,” You almost let an embarrassed smile slip as you improvised your explanation. “I would guess that there was a miscalculation during its production, and the left drum is likely a tiny bit bigger than the right, creating said deeper sound.” By the end of your explanation, your cheeks were slightly tinted. While you had coasted through school by bullshitting answers, you truly had no idea if you could get away with this one. Damn those two outside of the class, this wouldn’t have happened if they hadn’t been here.

The longer the teacher didn’t respond, the worse your red cheeks got—and your cruel professor remained silent for what felt like a while after your little speech (which, in reality, had only been a few seconds).

“So you had been listening, glad to hear it. Yes, the difference is…” as Mr. Patrick went back to explaining the drums, you let out a sigh of relief, head dropping ever so slightly as your eyes closed. The confidence you had just shown as you gave your answer was an act, one you weren’t sure you could’ve kept up if he had urged you to continue. You couldn’t afford to zone out again: you had to let the strangers outside go.

With newfound determination, you grasped your pen once more and looked back up to your ginger music professor. Paying attention isn’t that hard, you can do this.

At least, that’s what you hoped, until the same strangers that had helped soothe your boredom for a moment stopped just outside the door to your classroom. You clicked your tongue in disdain—it felt as though they were tempting you, telling you you’re so close, just think a little harder! Those assholes—no way would you do that again. You had a feeling Mr. Patrick wouldn’t be as kind if you were caught zoning out for a second time. Besides, it hadn’t even been five minutes. Whoever was bickering outside your classroom could choke for all you cared, as long as they stopped distracting you.

“Fine, then let’s just ask!” was the first full sentence you could make out from the pair before the cheap wooden door on the back left corner of your small white classroom swung open.

This was definitely distracting you.

Glancing over from your place in the back right corner, you finally got to see the people that caused you to anxiously ramble in front of your whole class even if you’d done so correctly and confidently, the assholes you’d end yourself.

Holy shit.

Your eyes widened when you noticed who had burst into your classroom: a bandaged brunet and a bespectacled blond, two of your coworkers. You wondered if you had ever looked away so quickly before this moment. It suddenly made sense, why the bickering seemed so familiar and why you couldn’t pinpoint the reason for the pair’s appearance. They weren’t supposed to be here, and you made sure to scratch a quick fuck you into your notebook so you’d remember this later. After all, if you forgot, how could you make sure to complain to your boss?

“May I help you?” Mr. Patrick was careful to put down the two drums he had been cradling very delicately as he addressed the two men that had barged in.

Feeling embarrassed, you placed your hand flat against your cheek, turning your head down and hoping your face was hidden. You can’t believe these two would pull such a stunt as this, especially the blond. Wasn’t he a teacher at one point? Shouldn’t he know not to interrupt a class?

“We’re sorry to-“ before the aforementioned blond could properly explain the situation, his brunet partner started talking over him.

“I believe you can help us, you see, we’re looking for a student that goes here,” he punctuated the sentence with your full name. Seeing as the teacher had recently said your name to humiliate ask you a question, every student in the class turned to the back right corner, directly to where you sat—or, rather, where you slouched, as you had curled your body in on itself in an attempt to hide.

“Is that so? May I ask why?” You silently cheered, hoping Mr. Patrick would scare these two morons away so you wouldn’t have to deal with all of your peers’ eyes directed towards the safe back corner you resided in.

But of course, nothing was that simple. The tall brunet you had come to occasionally appreciate at work started tearing up, ready to give the performance of a lifetime.

“It’s hard to vocalize,” he started by stuttering. “You see, we came to tell them that their dear sister has…” the man paused briefly as you peaked through your fingers with an amused smile, ready to see how this would play out. “Their sister got into a car crash,” and he burst into tears. Quite the actor, but it’s a good thing you are, too.

You didn’t really have a choice but to play along. What were you supposed to say? ‘No, he’s lying; Please resume your boring ass lecture?’ So, you contorted your face to make it seem like you were about to cry (fake crying was something you had yet to master) and pulled your hands down your face. “She what?” Spinning from your spot, you looked directly at the two.

“We need you to come with us, so we may escort you to the hospital where she is being held.” The blond did not look comfortable with the brunet’s show, and simply walked out of the classroom as he continued.

You’re the worst, you wanted to say. Instead, you stood up, packed your nearly empty notes into your backpack, and followed your blond coworker into the hall.

“You see, sir, they need to visit their sister. If you can excuse their absence this once…”

“Of course, I won’t take any points off; This is an emergency.” You rolled your eyes as you overheard your teacher’s voice. You were supposed to save me, Mr. Patrick.

The tall brunet slipped into a hallway and immediately his eyes dried, a cocky smirk appearing on his face.

“I hope you get into a car accident,” you whisper, swinging a backpack strap over your shoulder as you start following the blond, who now stood at the end of the hallway. He stood impatiently, as was indicated by the tapping of his foot and him checking his watch repeatedly.

“Not the first time I’ve gotten that.”

“I find that extremely easy to believe.”

The two annoyances in the hall were none other than Kunikida Doppo and Dazai Osamu: employees at your part-time job.

AKA: the only people that could make you miss the torturous boredom.

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formiito

1 month ago

i need to start sleeping more

fixed a few formatting issues on this one

Hello! May I request some pre-relationship/crush headcanons with Kunikida, Atsushi and (ADA) Dazai (all separate) with a reader from the port mafia? How would they realise they are in love? How would they handle it etc etc. I love love love crush headcanons with all my heart<33

heart to heart — crush hcs!!

author's note: i'm an idiot who wrote this fic almost exclusively in hours 2-4 am. my eyes are in pure suffering. an unhealthy amount of fiona apple and unreleased lana del rey songs went into writing this. idk how to write headcannons so this ended up kind of like a fic with bullet points lmao

— KUNIKIDA

• Working with the Port Mafia is something he is (unfortunately) no longer a stranger to. Still, an extended mission was a bit too risky for his tastes. But everyone said that he was fine, so he should be, right? If only he knew what novel sort of trouble he would face once he took the job.

• For the mission, he was partnered with you. You must've been of a different unit, because he is sure he has never seen you in person before. Except for being mentioned in passing by Dazai in his inane conversations, there was little he knew of you.

• At first, he was skeptical. Not sure whether he could truly trust a person with your affiliations to not double cross him in some way. However, you proved yourself capable soon enough. You worked with decisive efficiency, and even with his rather ridiculously timed schedules, you seemed to have no trouble keeping up with him.

• Needless to say, you two got to know each other fairly well over the course of a month. By now, you were acquainted atleast a little of his likes and dislikes. The late night sessions to plan out the routes and inspect the case files over and over; your friendship sprawls over late cups of coffee, the impatient scratching of pen on paper, and the files scattered on the table while you both worked.

• This was still professional; he'd reason with himself. So what if he's had a few drinks with you once in a while? So what if you've been spending a little too much time at his home lately?

• Dazai’s endless teasing on the matter did not help. At all. As he grows more and more defensive, he wonders if he has grown a little too attached to his new partner.

• Kunikida isn't an idiot. Even he can see how much you've made an impression on his life. He simply isn't ready to admit that this could possibly be romantic in nature. After all, you fit none of the ideals he's decided for his supposed future partner. In some form of pointed irony, the pages of the notebook that carry said ideals are also filled with the random, little things he's noticed you need; chapstick, switchblades, pens— all for them to be ready when you inevitably reach for them.

• Nor can he help stealing a littlewhen said chapstick swipes so elegantly along your lips.

• Absolute gentleman, with or without a crush. Opens the car door for you on the other side, makes sure you have your seatbelt on, makes sure to watch your back while you both do field work. It’s just a nice thing to do, he reasons, but feels your touch like it was branded into his skin where your hand accidentally brushed on his elbow.

• The weeks that follow after after drawn out, confusing. As time goes on, he cannot help but read into your every action, taking note of all the little details that outline you as a person; from your tastes to little quirks. While you seem blissfully unconcerned, he could not help but feel the weight of the tension between your conversations. It is not these emotions that scare him, but their intensity. His hands tremble as they once again bandage your wounds from the day’s work, mouth dry as he looks at the gashes you think nothing of—and he wonders since when he started caring so much.

• Kunikida may be a man of his ideals, but he can be honest with himself when he needs to be. And whether he says it aloud or not, he’s already known the effect you have on him. He's known it for a long time.

• When he inevitably confesses to you, there is nothing special about it. It's another evening at his house discussing work, and when you both take a break from investigation, he brings it up to you. He isn't expecting the sentiment to be reciprocated. In fact, he is not sure he even wants that to happen. He says it to be honest. With himself and with you. You deserve to know. And perhaps if he said it out loud, the feelings would subside, even for a little while; with a definite answer, he’d have a reason to put out the growing ember.

• Nothing could've prepared him for the shock of learning that this troublesome feeling could possibly be mutual. And nothing could have prepared him for the coy kiss on his reddened cheek after.

— ATSUSHI

• someone help this poor guy

• no, he's really hopeless with it, but let me explain

• When he was asked to collaborate with the Port Mafia once more, he expected to be paired with Akutagawa once more. You were a pleasant change of pace. At first, he was only met with your suspicion; something that drove an initial rift between the two of you. You weren't sure whether you could truly trust this weretiger you've heard so much about to hold up his end of the deal, and neither could he rely on this complete stranger who regards him so frigidly. However, you both were indebted to your respective organisations—it had to be worked out.

• Your staunch independence, and the confident countenance that carried with it an understated superiority, no doubt the effect of years of experience; at first it irked him. It made him taste a little of the helplessness that trailed him like a shadow all those years ago. He attempted to chase away the feeling; biting back at your subtle digs at his skill and experience, trying to keep up with you as best as he could. You matched each other surprisingly well when you both were at your most competitive; the combination of your finesse and his strength was lethal in the most satisfying of ways.

• Over the weeks, you both get to know each other a little better. The small talks on the way to station were something that he was, despite knowing better, looking forward to. He always seemed more affected by your banter than you were by any retort he could possibly throw at you; and when the sly curve of your lip made him feel the strangest sensation of a sort of rush in his veins, he made no notice of it.

• After that morning, this strange feeling had been growing worse. Steadily through the days, but even so he could point out that the emotion that seemed to sit just beneath his chest was unfamiliar. Sometimes he had to force himself to look away from you just to get it to stop and actually be able to hear what you were saying over the erratic beat of his heart. It was blatantly obvious to everyone but him, and despite the constant teasing and prodding by Dazai on what’s got him so nervous, he still assumed it was merely admiration. Perhaps he was simply in awe of your abilities. For weren't you so impressive when you dispatch your targets so effortlessly, or when you execute such flawless plans with an ease in your mien that makes it look of so simple?

• But then that begs the question as to why he still stares in a daze when you're doing nothing, just catching your breath in the wall crack you had pulled him into to throw off the people chasing you both; his back hitting the wall and you the only separation between him and whoever was at your tails, stalking the alleyway outside. Breaths held, not making a sound; if you both got caught, this was over, and you both understood the stakes better than anyone. He definitely knew just what was waiting for the both of you out there, and that just made the situation far more frustrating, because then why is he so absorbed in how pretty your jelly-like gaze is, or how cool you looked back there when you silently felled that patrol guard? He feels like his brain has melted. Or atleast the still working part of it, because it's not even the first time you've had that effect on him.

• Your hand tentatively shifts, and for a moment he snaps out of the daze. There is abject fear in his eyes, because what the fuck are you doing when the both of you are one slip up away from messing up this mission you both worked so hard on? Yet your fingers, trembling with the rush of adrenaline and the fear of death, wipe the blood on his cheek, observing a rather deep cut inflicted by the serrated edge of a dagger. He could take a hit, but for some reason worry seemed to claw at your mind relentlessly until you could make sure he was okay.

• Perhaps he'd stopped functioning right there and then, because when the footsteps receded and the coast was finally clear, he could barely hear you say that it was safe to come out. Instead, his first move is to hold his heart and take a deep fucking breath. Not just to calm him down from being chased like that—for he's already been chased so many times—but to stop thinking about that brief, soft touch that reasonably, should not even affect him.

• At this point, he's kind of convinced he's going crazy. And like so many problems in his life, there's only one other person to hear it. Coincidentally also the worst person to go to for that kind of counsel.

• Dazai.

• Bastard laughed for fifteen whole minutes before explaining in broken wheezes what Atsushi was possibly afflicted with. Then immediately began sighing and bemoaning about having to help his coworker with silly love problems once he finally stopped cackling like a witch.

• After this… enlightening conversation, Atsushi promptly decides that he's never going to be able to look the man in the eye ever again.

• Now, he's got a whole slew of new problems going on. This mission, you, the fact that he just embarrassed himself in front of his coworker, and that he had no idea how to even face you after this realization.

• Naturally, he wants to avoid this situation. Atsushi doesn't even consider telling you. He wants to, so badly. His throat feels tight when you look at him so sharply, and he can't help but feel that if he sticks around you for too long, you'll look straight through him and somehow find out. But he has every reason to think this won't work out. Every reason why it won't work out. It wasn't the time for love, not even in the small moments of respite between the constant violence you two had to deal with.

• This distance he's been keeping from you…there is no doubt that you feel it too. He can see as much. The disappointment in your gaze when he keeps on pushing you away; it hurts. And he knows with the way your hands are curled in fists now that you're at your breaking point.

• But instead of the argument he thought this would inevitably lead to, you simply pull him into a corner. In the most sincere tone he's ever heard you speak in, you ask him if you did something wrong. Between your deliberate words, your hands on the collar of his shirt that hold him in place with nothing but gentle firmness, and the emotions that he tried so hard to stifle for the past few weeks; he confesses. Leaves nothing unspoken, even if he consciously knows that this is a bad idea. Knows he shouldn't hand you that kind of power over his heart.

• Yet he doesn't regret it a single bit when he feels your hands leave his shirt collar and wrap around his shoulders, your silent answer that kills the bitter uncertainty left in his heart and replaces it with relief.

— DAZAI

• Your history with the brunet was brief, but not something he has ever forgotten. He’s not quick to forget faces in any case, but yours remained in his memory still.

• You both worked together fairly often some three or four years back, the timeline is blurry in his mind now—in those days, your presence seemed like it would be a permanent fixture in his life. Something to count upon. Perhaps he had hoped for the fact, until an year after when he finally decided to leave this life in the dust, and you with it.

• At the time, Dazai had dismissed those feelings as puppy love; the sort of infatuation that comes with simply being of that age where every emotion feels so amplified in intensity. You were one of his first friends, it was only natural to want to cling on, wasn't it? Only with time it became easier to ignore the hold your presence had on him, his mind too consumed with the ongoing chaos in his life to think about that craving he had during initial weeks of your separation— thumb trembling over the call button.

• A few years after, seeing your face stirs nothing in Dazai. A feeble sense of regret is all that remains, and within a few seconds even that dies off. You've changed, definitely; rough-hewn edges from mafia life, knife-hand no longer trembling when it goes for the kill. Decisive, swift movements, a certain confidence in your words that comes from experience. How the glimmer that used to be in your eyes has long since been clouded over. In a way, it makes him feel closer to you, that your soul is being slowly chipped away, just like his.

• Initially, you regarded him like any other professional acquaintance. Not daring to breathe a word of the past, even when you wanted to demand an explanation out of him so desperately. Anything to make the memories of your shared past more bearable. You know better than to give into those whims. If only for the sake of your mission, the past had to be put aside. Between the both of you, there seemed to be a mutual, unspoken understanding for the need to let go. Your slates are cleaned, and you both once again end up in the same place you started; Yokohama’s shipping docks.

• Over the weeks, being around you feels easier. You both work well into the nights, but it's a little more bearable around your company. The banter is easy between the both of you. Lips curved into a cheshire grin at his antics, you always seemed to be more amused with his actions than annoyed.

• Even now when he decides that diving head first into the sea would've made for a perfectly delightful method of suicide, a knowing sigh leaves your lips, painstakingly pulling him out of the fishnets with a firm grip on his beige coatsleeve. Of course, the effort is in vain when you lose your footing and end up falling into the water with him too. Splash!

• Somehow, even when he's walking home, sopping wet in the winter breeze, he feels strangely warm as you chide him, observing how your lips twitch as if to hide a smile.

• It’s your fault, really. Perhaps if you both didn't fit together so well, if it wasn't so effortless to be around you, he might have avoided feeling the same way around you again. It's not lost upon Dazai, how comfortable he's getting with your presence, especially when he knows it's a temporary one. A fact that he is compelled to face again and again everytime you both end up in the field.

• The danger they were facing were still very much real. Despite how confident you seem to be in your ability, your tight shoulders and shaky breaths betray you in the heat of the moment. Through your hesitation to follow through his plans, you still trust him at his word. He can't help but wonder why.

• Your actions hold a certain carefulness—he doesn't want to call it care, for when it comes to you, he finds it hard to tell what you're thinking—that he doesn't understand. As you wrap the gauze around the wound on his arm from a bullet graze, fingers touching his skin with a kind of gentleness he's only ever known from you… Dazai wonders when you'll finally tell him what you're really after.

• The brief thought occurs to him, no doubt, that maybe you do these things simply because you want to. That perhaps you still care too much, like you did all those years ago. But he knows better than to count on something as fickle as the kindness of people’s hearts. He was never that naive.

• Even so, as the long days and even longer nights pass by, he can't help but once again start feeling as he used to in the distant past, only that this time he has no excuse for it.

• Dazai doesn't blush and his heart doesn't race when he sees you. Instead, it's something far more sickening and confusing. With you, it's easier to drop the delicate layers of pretense that seem to obscure his true thoughts and emotions like delicate gauze. There is a sort of ease of being around you, a sense of belonging. In the delicate moments of the late night hours with you, humanity doesn't simply feel like a cloth to wear to hide the rotten core within. You touch him like you know him, even when he knows that the blood staining his hands is far darker than yours.

• You don't even have an inkling of how he feels, and Dazai believes that it's for the best. He’ll tell you in the future, if he can grow to trust you. He wants to say it when he can be sure of it, in a more peaceful time. Even if he doesn't want you to slip through his fingers again like he did in the past, he wants to wait.

• But right now, all he can see is your bloodied fingertips trembling in the aftermath of the day’s chaos, barely having escaped with your lives. In the silent night, neither of you mention how he holds your hand silently on the walk home, bandaged fingers holding yours with deliberate care.

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formiito

1 month ago

Hello! May I request some pre-relationship/crush headcanons with Kunikida, Atsushi and (ADA) Dazai (all separate) with a reader from the port mafia? How would they realise they are in love? How would they handle it etc etc. I love love love crush headcanons with all my heart<33

heart to heart — crush hcs!!

author's note: i'm an idiot who wrote this fic almost exclusively in hours 2-4 am. my eyes are in pure suffering. an unhealthy amount of fiona apple and unreleased lana del rey songs went into writing this. idk how to write headcannons so this ended up kind of like a fic with bullet points lmao

— KUNIKIDA

• Working with the Port Mafia is something he is (unfortunately) no longer a stranger to. Still, an extended mission was a bit too risky for his tastes. But everyone said that he was fine, so he should be, right? If only he knew what novel sort of trouble he would face once he took the job.

• For the mission, he was partnered with you. You must've been of a different unit, because he is sure he has never seen you in person before. Except for being mentioned in passing by Dazai in his inane conversations, there was little he knew of you.

• At first, he was skeptical. Not sure whether he could truly trust a person with your affiliations to not double cross him in some way. However, you proved yourself capable soon enough. You worked with decisive efficiency, and even with his rather ridiculously timed schedules, you seemed to have no trouble keeping up with him.

• Needless to say, you two got to know each other fairly well over the course of a month. By now, you were acquainted atleast a little of his likes and dislikes. The late night sessions to plan out the routes and inspect the case files over and over; your friendship sprawls over late cups of coffee, the impatient scratching of pen on paper, and the files scattered on the table while you both worked.

• This was still professional; he'd reason with himself. So what if he's had a few drinks with you once in a while? So what if you've been spending a little too much time at his home lately?

• Dazai’s endless teasing on the matter did not help. At all. As he grows more and more defensive, he wonders if he has grown a little too attached to his new partner.

• Kunikida isn't an idiot. Even he can see how much you've made an impression on his life. He simply isn't ready to admit that this could possibly be romantic in nature. After all, you fit none of the ideals he's decided for his supposed future partner. In some form of pointed irony, the pages of the notebook that carry said ideals are also filled with the random, little things he's noticed you need; chapstick, switchblades, pens— all for them to be ready when you inevitably reach for them.

• Nor can he help stealing a little glance when said chapstick swipes so elegantly along your lips.

• Absolute gentleman, with or without a crush. Opens the car door for you on the other side, makes sure you have your seatbelt on, makes sure to watch your back while you both do field work. It’s just a nice thing to do, he reasons, but feels your touch like it was branded into his skin where your hand accidentally brushed on his elbow.

• The weeks that follow after are drawn out, confusing. As time goes on, he cannot help but read into your every action, taking note of all the little details that outline you as a person; from your tastes to little quirks. While you seem blissfully unconcerned, he could not help but feel the weight of the tension between your conversations. It is not these emotions that scare him, but their intensity. His hands tremble as they once again bandage your wounds from the day’s work, mouth dry as he looks at the gashes you think nothing of—and he wonders since when he started caring so much.

• Kunikida may be a man of his ideals, but he can be honest with himself when he needs to be. And whether he says it aloud or not, he’s already known the effect you have on him. He's known it for a long time.

• When he inevitably confesses to you, there is nothing special about it. It's another evening at his house discussing work, and when you both take a break from investigation, he brings it up to you. He isn't expecting the sentiment to be reciprocated. In fact, he is not sure he even wants that to happen. He says it to be honest. With himself and with you. You deserve to know. And perhaps if he said it out loud, the feelings would subside, even for a little while; with a definite answer, he’d have a reason to put out the growing ember.

• Nothing could've prepared him for the shock of learning that this troublesome feeling could possibly be mutual. And nothing could have prepared him for the coy kiss on his reddened cheek after.

— ATSUSHI

• someone help this poor guy

• no, he's really hopeless with it, but let me explain

• When he was asked to collaborate with the Port Mafia once more, he expected to be paired with Akutagawa once more. You were a pleasant change of pace. At first, he was only met with your suspicion; something that drove an initial rift between the two of you. You weren't sure whether you could truly trust this weretiger you've heard so much about to hold up his end of the deal, and neither could he rely on this complete stranger who regards him so frigidly. However, you both were indebted to your respective organisations—it had to be worked out.

• Your staunch independence, and the confident countenance that carried with it an understated superiority, no doubt the effect of years of experience; at first it irked him. It made him taste a little of the helplessness that trailed him like a shadow all those years ago. He attempted to chase away the feeling; biting back at your subtle digs at his skill and experience, trying to keep up with you as best as he could. You matched each other surprisingly well when you both were at your most competitive; the combination of your finesse and his strength was lethal in the most satisfying of ways.

• Over the weeks, you both get to know each other a little better. The small talks on the way to station were something that he was, despite knowing better, looking forward to. He always seemed more affected by your banter than you were by any retort he could possibly throw at you; and when the sly curve of your lip made him feel the strangest sensation of a sort of rush in his veins, he made no notice of it.

• After that morning, this strange feeling had been growing worse. Steadily through the days, but even so he could point out that the emotion that seemed to sit just beneath his chest was unfamiliar. Sometimes he had to force himself to look away from you just to get it to stop and actually be able to hear what you were saying over the erratic beat of his heart. It was blatantly obvious to everyone but him, and despite the constant teasing and prodding by Dazai on what’s got him so nervous, he still assumed it was merely admiration. Perhaps he was simply in awe of your abilities. For weren't you so impressive when you dispatch your targets so effortlessly, or when you execute such flawless plans with an ease in your mien that makes it look oh so simple?