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after an argument, your boyfriend makes it up to you the best way he knows how. angst/smut, comfort, some emotional distance on dazaiโs part, fingering + oral + light edging (fem receiving). he is so guilty as sin coded i canโt explain it. replayed tlou II and this came to mind.
song: guilty as sin
there's a lingering ache in your chest as he explains himself, cocoa brown eyes studying you the way your frown seems to deepen at each word. you can read between the lines enough to know that he is frustrated- crossed arms, a tired tone, and an unusual lack of playfulness that masks any and all residual hurt. but a part of you wishes he'd be just a little bit more worried by how much he's pissed you off, this time around.
"sweetheart." he starts again, his words somewhat dismissive, but with a soft gentleness feathering behind them, reserved for you. "i don't see why this upset you so much."
a spike of anger pierces your throat. your words slow down, as if explaining instructions to a child. "you're telling me you're going to be away for weeks, or even months somewhere in europe. and you can't tell me why?"
the crack in your voice doesn't go unnoticed by either of you. he continues again, unwrapping his arms and moving closer to you. "i told you, i'm going to be back as soon as possible. you know me."
"do i?" tears prick your eyes, unable to raise your voice anymore. "theres just so many secrets, osa. i'm just supposed to do what? wait here till you come back? if you come back?"
"when." he quickly corrects you, a calculated confidence that only comes from years of living on the wrong side of the law.
still, your doubt comes from worry. worry comes from love. "how can you be so sure?"
the calmness of his features makes the walls in the room pulse achingly. you're in fear for his life, for this mystery he refuses to unravel for you, and he seems perfectly rational. though, something in his lips quivers slightly, telling you that deep down? he's probably also afraid. he's just hiding it from you.
"what if you die?" you whisper, vulnerable enough to let him wipe your tears away. he does understand why you're upset, better than most would. he of all people knows how losing someone can ruin you.
he tilts your head upwards, making sure you're looking at him. "i don't plan on dying, bella."
"no one ever plans on dying."
"well-"
"shut up."
your quip draws a half-hearted chuckle from his lips, and a bitter, tear stained smile from yours. he presses a kiss to your forehead, lips lingering for a moment to remind you that he is there. he wonders to himself if he's allowed to cry, or if he's buried that part of him so deep down that it can only emerge during moments where he's alone.
he's known for the longest time that this would catch up to him. that the crimes of his past would be uncovered, despite his promise to be a good man. he's thrown his life to the wolves and ocean rocks, and he can count the things he's done right on one hand. holding you in his arms, in his life, is one of the few things he hasn't turned to death.
soon, he'd be tracked down again and taken to meursault. but the selfish part of him can't tell you that. he assumes that someone in the agency, someone with a better conscience than him, will sit you down and explain to you the situation. he imagines you not angry, not sad, but disappointed. and for him, its all the more reason to escape and return to you.
he pulls back to press his forehead to yours. he hopes you can't tell how his hands shake. he really is scared.
"i'm sorry there are things i haven't told you." he speaks just below his breath, like his words are intended for your ears alone. "but i promise i'll be back. and when that happens, i'll explain everything."
your head tells you the obvious: that you should be more skeptical, more angry, more wary of him. but your heart, which is so much louder and stronger, whining with a simple premise: that you're going to miss him.
you're caught between the two, so all you do is nod. he knows you aren't satisfied with his answer. but he's on a timer, but he's doing everything he can to stop the world from spinning so he can spend it with you.
as if on instinct, he starts kissing you all over your face. he keeps your cheeks cupped in one hand, tilting your head upwards as he moves down to your neck. you exhale, this time not out of bitterness, but out of relief. right now, only his actions are talking, and he wants to take all of you and savor it. he isn't sure how long he'll have to wait to see you again.
he guides your body onto the bed shivering as he feels your hands grasp his broad shoulders for stability. in an instant, his hands are on the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and discarding it like its unnecessary. he wants to feel your warmth, your skin and bones, to remember why he needs to return home.
in an instant, his and your clothes are off. and heโs positioned himself between your legs, whispering praises into your ears like this was a tryst. he spreads you open, admiring how wet youโve gotten simply from his carefully selected words. he could tease you about it, but he thinks itโd be too easy.
he has two fingers buried into you, up to his knuckles. heโs deliberate with his actions, alternating between careful, slow strokes and rapid bursts of quick thrusts that make your toes curl.
heโs good with his words and his mind, but heโs relentlessly proved that heโs fucking amazing with his hands. he watches as your body tenses with pleasure, reeling from how deep his slender fingers can reach. he adored the way your warm, wet walls greet him, enveloping him like blobs of clay.
your bedsheets are ablaze, screams of his name rolling off of your tongue. he catches a glimpse of the way your breasts have seem to radiate in the warm glow of sex, and he canโt help but reach down and take a nipple into his mouth. he moans around it as he feels you clench around his digits further, and he rewards you with a sensual rub to your clit. he makes sure you can see his tongue swirling over your nipple in circles, alternating between sucks and scrapes with his teeth before moving to and lavishing the other.
โare you still with me, love?โ he breaks away from your skin momentarily, honeyed eyes looking up at you. he waits for you to say yes, but he knows the answer. based on your involuntary back arches and your moans bordering on crying. heโs dragging this out, and you canโt blame him for it, either.
โosa, iโm gonna cum.โ you whine, hoping he sees how glossy your eyes are. heโs well aware, and he reaches up with his free hand to caress your face.
heโs been worshipping you all night. but it wouldnโt be him if he wasnโt torturing you somehow. โhold it for me, bella.โ
a pleasured groan escapes your lips, as he works lips down your body, upping the ante. you donโt have the energy to argue with him, not when heโs about to suck it all out of you.
heโs mean, spreading the lips of your pussy with his thumb, watching your fluids run down the pretty pink walls. he knows you can feel the warmth of his breath, mingling with the cold air of the room.
keeping you spread, he drags a long, tantalizing lick up your pussy, keeping his tongue flat against the surface. he grins at the way he needs to physically hold your hips down, or else he wonโt be able to enjoy his meal.
โeasy.โ he whispers, pressing a loving kiss to your clit, triggering your second heartbeat. โlet me take care of you.โ
his words are that of a gentle instruction as he starts to eat you out, switching between flat, broad licks and teasing, quick stripes. he shakes his head slightly, smiling to himself as he tastes your juices. its a conscious decision to ignore that he wonโt get to eat your pussy again for at least another few months, so heโs savouring what he has now.
he laps at your pussy like heโs starving, licking up every drop like wasting it is a sin. he reaches up to grab one of your tits, giving it a lovingly rough squeeze before refocusing on the task in front of him. his lips wrap around your clit, sucking while he re-integrates his fingers.
the coil in your abdomen is ready to burst at any moment. youโre throbbing, mind an unable to form any other coherent sentences, other than the one you cry out:
โplease let me cum.โ you beg, and some may call it pathetic. but dazai isnโt the type to leave you unsatisfied.
but he has his fun first, pretending not to hear while he continues eating you out like his final meal. you scream his name out so he and the neighbours hear you.
โi heard you, bella.โ he laughs, fingers continuing to work you while he pulls away to speak. โyouโre gonna cum for me, yeah?โ
โoh, yes!โ you sob as he redoubles his efforts, determined to have you cum in his mouth while he swallows each drop. he swears to himself heโll choose this over anyone else. heโll choose you and him, your love religiously.
he knows heโs done it when you let out sharp gasp, grabbing his hair while your back arches once more. he happily laps up your pretty white juices, even licking his fingers clean after.
he sits up on his knees to watch the way your body shakes and shivers from the high. he cups your pussy, feeling the residual wetness, both of you well aware that you have a long night ahead.
โyou did amazing, my love.โ he praises, simply repositioning himself. he lets you tuck away the bangs on his forehead, sticking with sweat and possibly other fluids.
for a moment, you simply stare into each others eyes. theres something utterly holy about the way he holes you, even as he prepares to take you once more.
the pleasure had been so intense, the previous conversation had been almost entirely forgotten. almost.
โosamu?โ
he looks uo at you, lingering on your rosy lips before making eye contact. โyes, belladonna?โ
you gulp the lingering ache. โyou better come back. to me.โ
his stunned for just a moment before his swollen lips curve into a smile. โyou have my word.โ
hii same anon who requested the Convo with Dazai fic :3
I'm a bit overindulgent but can I request another ๐๐๐ค maybe like headcanons of ada!Dazai(can you tell i love him) x female ada reader (honestly ada wasn't important i just mentioned it in case) of Dazai being reader's first time? And reader is pretty shy(can you see a pattern in my requests lmao). They can be in an official relationship or smthin more confusing but uhm ๐๐
first sex headcanons โ dazai x fem!reader
tags: nsfw, nipple play, piv
a/n: hi nonnie (หถโโฉโหต) please overindulge, especially with dazai; I'd be lying if i said I didn't love it, this is the first nsfw post with dazai jkgkgkg, so i was excited to write it, and I love love looveee dazai too. (เน > แด < เน) I wrote a little drabble as well bc I couldn't help myself, hope u don't mind lol. thank u for requesting โก
new a/n: i wrote a drabble but it was half finished so I deleted it.. idk when the fuckin service will be gone again so decided to not keep this in my drafts longer than it has been already
headcanons โก๐ึผ ึถึธึข.
it took a hot while for you to have sex. not because you were uncomfortable in any wayโyou were not; but rather because you were too shy. too flustered to continue every time you thought it was, the night. dazai didn't mindโhe found the delay adorable. and more importantly, he was more than happy with just cuddles or make out sessions, or nights that were a thrilling dance upon desire's edge.
and dazai was more than happy to be your first timeโespecially after you came to him yourselfโtelling him that you were ready, that you wanted him. and just hearing that from your lips internally got him up on cloud nine only after he relished the feeling of being trusted with such a raw thing, which was a bit of a surprise to him. not that he minded in the slightest.
he takes his sweet time just softly feeling you up. dazai's hands wander more than he kisses. his kisses are slow, one at a timeโbut his hands don't waste any time cleverly peeling off your clothing without you knowing whenโrunning them over your now unclothed thighs, up to your sides, fingertips grazing your ribsโover every inch like it's owed. all while his lips are on yours, captured in a deep, wet kiss. his tongue dances with yours smoothly, stealing your breathing and making you hazyโall so sensually lewd.
you can't help yourself from blushingโit all feels so raw, so intimateโlaid underneath him, bare and exposed yet fully content. his hands are cruel in their patience as he cups one breast, thumb brushing over the hardened peakโmaking you gasp. his lips leave a lingering heat as they press on your neck, his voice sends a shiver down your spin as he whispers sweet nothings in your earโa new, yet pleasant feelingโheatโruns through your body, you feel warm from head to toe, thighs squeezing togetherโbecause it's too much but not enough.
by the time his hand slides down, you're soaked with arousal. slick drips down your thighs, dampening the mattress. your thighs shyly fall open as you tug on his hair with a wanton look in your eyes, suddenly feeling way needier to care how obscene it looksโit gets him twitching against your thigh. he sinks two fingers into youโstretching slow, careful not to overwhelmed you, making you moan low in his ear.
when he finally sinks his cock into you, it's with his mouth open and wet on your neck and your head tilted to the side since you can't hold eye contact because of how flustered you feelโyou feel his breath in hot puffs and a faint smirk on his lipsโthe shyness makes dazai smirk faintly against your skin. like a relief to the desperation that months of waiting, of needing held for you. he takes your hand in his bandaged one, his thumb gently circling the back of your hand as he starts moving. the pace is slow and deepโthe head of his cock hits and fills every aching spot un you so perfectly you can't help but cling onto him, nails digging into his back.
he talks you through it, praising, muttering about how beautiful you look, how pretty you sound fucked-out on his cockโhis own voice breaking from how good and warm and wet you feel around himโeach word pulls a moan out of you that you don't even notice how lews they soundโhead thrown back on the pillow as you feel a tight heat in your lower tummy.
the orgasm comes slowly and steadily with his fingers rubbing your clit and his mouth on that sensitive spot right behind your ear. you cums with a loud moan, body arching sweetlyโa slow, lazy, needy release that rolls through your body while your slick gushes around him, dripping down his cock. and when he feels your tight walls fluttering uncontrollably around him? he breaks too, hips thrusting deeper just a little, enough to have you both cumming together in wet, obscene, lazy bursts that leave you panting into each other's mouths.
afterwards, air is hot with your sweat and breath. your thighs twitch around him, and he doesn't pull out. not right away. Instead, he shiftsโhis arms around your waist. one hand caressing your stomach, where he just filled you to the brim. you're quiet. boneless, still breathing heavy, head tucked under his chin, thigh thrown over his hip as you think about how fucking good it's gonna be every night for now on.
โก๐ึผ ึถึธึข.
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Tw: implied self harm, mention of suicide, scars, mention of abuse, mention of wanting to kill the reader.
I might write write more of these for some other characters if I get inspired but for now I just wrote my favorite characters. Also here are the translations for Nikolai and Fyodors parts ะณะพะปัะฑ (dove) and ะดะพัะพะณะฐั (darling) mind you I don't speak anything other then English so these might not be fully correct.
Dazai Osamu
The moment you really knew Dazai trusted you was when he let you see him with out his bandages, it was such a simple thing, at least to most people it was but with Dazai he wears them like a shield one that hides his ugly past from people and covers up things he'd rather not mention. Dazai knows his skin isn't a very pretty sight, what lied under those bandages wasn't some porcelain skin that he'd rather not show, no it was a matted mess of scars. He really did trust you he trusted you so much he let you see under the shield he keeps between him and other people, he let you run your fingers over his jagged skin, he let you kiss he's wrist that's were littered with scars from the abuse he endured and himself. His skin really was a testament to the abuse he endured and how much he truly wanted to die, it was the ugly real side of it that he always played off with others with laughter or being loud but in the quiet of the little apartment you shared you could see how much all those attempts really effected him all the pain that was left on his skin and that's part of the reason he let you see it, part of the reason he let his walls down for you because to him you deserve to see even the ugliest parts of him the parts the spoke of his pain, the parts he couldn't just play off with a joke or a laugh, he let you see the ugly parts the cold truth of who he was and the things he's done in this life because to him you were the only thing that made this world worth living in, you were who he went to bed to every evening and who made him want to get up in the morning, even if it was just to stare at you sleeping.
I gently unwrapped Dazai's bandages as he sat crisscross on the futon we shared at night, he grabbed my wrist before I could reveal the first part of his skin, he spoke gently. "Are you sure you really want to see" "Yes Osamu I want to see, I love every part of you no matter what" He took a second before letting go of my wrist as he sighed, I finally got them off enough to seeing the first pick of skin, the flesh under the bandages was covered in scars, they seemed to litter every part of his skin. I removed the rest of his bandages slowly before gently running my fingers over a large scar on his shoulder. "I know their ugly" I looked at Dazai when he spoke those words I'd never seen him look so worried about someone's opinion, I cupped his face "their not ugly, they could never be ugly because their apart of you and I love every thing about you even if you dont" He looked at me like he never expected such kindness in his life, like he thought he didn't deserve it. "You're perfect Osamu inside and out" I moved my hand from his face going back to looking over his scars, my heart ached at the thought of all the pain he went through in his life, he cupped my face, tilting my head up so I was looking at his face and not his chest. "I don't deserve you Belladonna" I put my hand on top of his leaning into it, I looked at him before gently placing a kiss on his scarred wrist. "Yes you do Osamu"
Nakahara Chuuya
The moments Chuuya shows how much he trusts you are quite, there things you wouldn't even notice at first, a simply ungloved hand in yours, a story about a family he knows you'll never get to meet, even something as simple as letting you know what's happening at his job there all such simple things, things that to any other person were normal something you'd tell anyone not something you hold close to your chest and protect but that's the thing Chuuya wasn't normal and those quiet moments with you were he got to acted like he was meant the world to him. He loved sharing stories about the people he holds dear with you he knows you'll never get to meet them but they mean so much to him that he wants you to know about them, he trusted you enough to see the fragile part of him that misses them. He loves running his hands over your skin he loves to feel his hands touch against you when he doesn't have gloves on, he loves the fact that when he's with you and you alone just the two of you in your home that he doesn't feel a need to wear them, he doesn't need them to ground him when his with you, he never feels like he's losing himself when his with you. He enjoyed getting to just set down with you after a long day at work and just tell you about all the things that irritated him as he gently ran his fingers over your skin, it was a mindless action that brought Chuuya more peace then he'd ever be able to describe because with Chuuya his trust wasn't some loud declaration, it wasn't something most people would think really spoke to his trust of you like the fact he let's you use his credit card as much as you want, no it was quiet it was the softest parts of himself, it was so quiet and gentle that you couldn't even tell when he started trusting you so much because Chuuya's trust wasn't in the big things it was in the little things he didn't let people see.
I was on the couch with Chuuya he was setting up while I was laying down with my head in his lap, his fingers were gently running up and down one of my arms the gentle warmth of his skin getting left where ever they touched, our home was quiet for the most part the only sound breaking that quiet was Chuuya talking about his day, he was ranting about something one of his subordinates did and despite his irritated tone his hands were light as a feather against me, he was always so gentle with me it was unexpected from a mafia executive but somehow in these moments it suited him so well, I hummed along letting him know I was still listening, I loved moments like this and I knew Chuuya did to moments where it was just us, moments when Chuuya just shared his life with me, it could be anything it didn't even have to be important just knowing Chuuya was willing to let his walls down with me was enough. I noticed he stopped talking, I opened my eyes looking up at him from my spot on his lap. "Is something wrong?" He smiled at me bringing his hand that wasn't stroking my arm up to my face, he gently ran one of his knuckles over my cheek. "Just admiring you" I smiled at him "Well can you keep taking while you do it? I like hearing about your day" His smile seemed to get brighter at my words, he loved having someone to share his life with, someone he trusted enough to tell ever aspect of it to. "Of course doll, anything for you"
Nikolai Gogol
How you know Nikolai trust you is odd to say the least, it isn't something normal and it wasn't sharing his views on the world and life no he'd do what with anyone if the let him talk long enough, no how you know Nikolai trust you is when he fully admitted to considering killing you. It was such a crazy thing for him to admit to anyone let alone someone he was dating but to Nikolai it really just showed how much he liked you because in Nikolai's mind all the trust and love he feels for you is a cage, a cage that he wonders if he could get out of if you were died, it was crazy something no one should think of, especially someone who self proclaimed himself sane, but maybe you also didn't have the right to consider yourself sane because you stayed even when the man you loved described different ways he thought of killing you like it was a hobby of his to come up with them. Still for all he talked about it he never laid a hand on you, never once had he actually gone through with it because even if Nikolai despised the cage his love and trust for you put him in, he had a feeling he'd hate the cage grief put him in more, so as much as he fantasized about killing you, about getting freedom from all that he feels for you, he doesn't because he knows that the pain it would cause him would be worse, he knows he couldn't go through with it no matter how much he wished to, he knows that especially well the nights he watches you sleep his fingers gently running over your neck as he thinks about how easy it would be to choke the life out of you, how easy it would be to be free of you and the feels you held him down with, but then his heart would clench at the mere thought of it so instead of choking the life out of you or snapping your neck with his bare hands he left little kisses on your neck enjoy how you looked in your sleep, because as much as Nikolai hated being in a cage he hated the idea of trading one cage for another just as much, guilt and grief would be just as much of a cage as he's love and trust for you were so he decided to stick to the cage he was already in because in this one he got to have his little dove trapped with him, but if the day ever came where you try to leave the cage, where you try to leave him, he would except the fact that the cage of grief would be his new home.
I was sleeping perfectly, well that was till I started to feel someone's fingers run over my neck, when I woke up from the feeling even in my sleepy state I could tell it was Nikolai, not only only because he's done this before but also because I recognized the gentle way he ran his fingers over my skin it was so soft the kind of softness that reminded me of a cat getting ready to pounce on a bird. Nikolai hummed quietly into the darkness of the room, I recognized the melody but I didn't know the words to it because it was a Ukrainian lullaby and whenever Nikolai singed it it was always in Ukrainian, he started quietly singing the lullaby as he ran his fingers over my neck, as the end of the song neared his hand gently wrapped around my throat, he didn't tighten it but he did start rubbed my neck with his thumb. When the song came to any end he spoke quietly "I could snap your throat ะณะพะปัะฑ" I stayed still as he just sits in the quiet after saying that, he suddenly leaned down when he did he moved his hand that was covering most of my neck so he could started littering it in kisses. He muttered against my skin "I'm not going to kill you ะณะพะปัะฑ no matter how much I want to" He kissed my jaw before lightly nibbling on my skin "I'd miss you too much" I knew he knew I was awake when he leaned into my ear whispering "you know that right ะณะพะปัะฑ? You know I'd rather be stuck in this cage with you then in one all alone right ะณะพะปัะฑ" He dragged out his last words clearly taunting me, I muttered into the darkness "I know Nikolai" I could hear his crazy little giggle next to my ear before he went back to covering my skin in kisses.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Fyodor wasn't one for trust, he lived his life with cold calculation not things as fragile as trust, trust could be swayed, it could be used against him and those weren't things Fyodor like, no Fyodor lived his life with facts and a purpose, he keep everything to himself only sharing as much as was necessary to get people to do what he wants, he was the only person he could trust so he kept all his plans to himself, that was until he meet you. Fyodor told you everything, he knew it was dumb, he knew it gave him a vulnerability one that people could exploit but he enjoyed when you asked questions about his plans, when you nodded along to a plan to complicated for you to actually understand. He knew that doing this could ruin all his plans, that by telling you everything he was putting faith in the very thing he knew could be so easy broken trust, he knew you could one day just decide that his plan was two cruel, that he really was the demon everyone saw him as, you could decide to take all the information he gave you and give it to anyone, you could ruin his plan in an instant if you choose to, he knew that but still he told you everything you were the one person he didn't make a back up plan for if he was betrayed you because he knew you wouldn't, he trusted you so much so that he was willing to leave the ability to ruin everything he's worked for in your hands. Fyodor loved the quite moments when he could just set with you having you lay against his chest as he tells you his plans, telling you about what he's dedicated his life to like it was a bedtime story that he told just for you, he loved watching you drift off to sleep as he talked, he loved sharing something so important to him with you because he knew you'd never betray him, Fyodor believes in two things, the cold hard truths of the world that reveal the sin he thinks needs to be cleansed and you.
We were laying on our bed my head was against Fyodor's chest as he talked about his latest plan and all the back up ones he came up with for if current scenarios happened, I was only haft listening because haft the time it just went over my head but when little bits stuck out to me that sounded interesting I did ask and Fyodor always happily answered. His hand rubbed my back gently, he spoke softly "Are you listening ะดะพัะพะณะฐั?" I him nodding against his chest "I'm listening" that was slightly a lie but haft listening counted, Fyodor just looked at me for a bit before saying "if I'm boring you ะดะพัะพะณะฐั with all this planing I can talk about something else" I looked up at him "no no keep talking about your plans I like to hear about what matters to you" He smiled before going back to speaking, I tried to stay awake while he talked but his voice was just so soothing, I slowly drifted off to sleep as he talked, he smiled down at me softly saying "Sleep well ะดะพัะพะณะฐั"
Edogawa Ranpo
You know Ranpo trusts you when he actually listens to your opinions, he actually takes the time to hear out what you think and when he disagrees he doesn't just call you a moron he actually takes the time to explain to you where your train of thought went wrong and how he came to his conclusion, Ranpo usually didn't take the effort to explain stuff that were so obvious to him but really wasn't to other people, but with you he actually wanted to explain it because you always looked so impressed in him and if there was one thing Ranpo loved it was praise especially if it came from someone who's opinion he actually valued. Ranpo loved hearing your theories on things even if they were wrong, because Ranpo loved seeing how your brain works, he wants to know everything about you especially how you think. He constantly asked your opinion, honestly he asked it so much people are suppressed you aren't sick of it, whether it be something he doesn't need help with like a case or something he really does like directions and his absolute favorite thing to ask about sweets, he loved getting your opinion on sweets whether it be which sweets you like more or which ones you think he'd like the most, when ever you recommend any type of sweet he made a point to try it because he respected your opinion a lot and if you thought he'd like it then his sure he would.
Me and Ranpo were walking back from one of his jobs, even with all the jobs I've went on with him I still couldn't believe how smart he was it always impressed me "you really amazing Ranpo" he smiled at me, Ranpo always did enjoy getting praised "I know" I chuckled not surprised about that answer from Ranpo "how about we get sweets to celebrate a good well done?" Ranpo looked at me smiling brighter. "Of course let's get sweets, what type of sweet do you think we should get?" It had become normal that when ever we got sweets together Ranpo would always ask me to pick I wasn't sure why he did it but it always made me happy seeing him enjoy something I recommend "There's this new bakery I went to the other day it was pretty good, how about we go see what they have?" He nodded "that sounds great! Lead the way" I started leading us to the bakery, even if I didn't realize the reason Ranpo always got me to choose was because he respected my opinion I still enjoyed showing him new places.
Hi hun, could you maybe do either a gender neutral or female reader that pretends to be dumb but is actually hyper intelligent? Like the reader would do this to maybe protect themselves from being used by people for their smarts. Any characters would be cool ๐ pp gang out
synopsis; in which reader pretends to be dumb, but is actually smarter than they act out to be.
featuring: dazai, chuuya, atsushi, and ranpo
a/n: LOOKโWRITING GUYS, AND OF COURSE I ADDED DAZAI BECAUSE IM OBSESSED.
warnings: lowercase writing, not proof-read
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DAZAI finds you intriguing. you act as a child when they just learned how to count to ten. you seem to be oblivious when he speaks to you, he uses this for his entertainment.
speaks to you in riddles just to see your confused puppy face. always brushing it off with a "nevermind that, how was your day, love?"
alas, your little act didn't go on for long with him as much as you hoped it would. he caught on within a dayโonly pretending to believe you to see how long you go on with this silly little lie of yours.
he would drop puzzles into your guys conversations, throw some theories in your face just for fun, and use big words you may or may not have actually heard of before.
sure enough, his little experiment worked and your poker face surely cracked here and there. a too-fast correction. a twitch in they eye when he says something incredibly stupid. and your eyes? well, you can't dull the sharpness out of them forever.
and that's when dazai confronts you finallyโbut not in a hostile way. he would have you both in a secluded space, maybe once you both have finished your papersโand buy "both" i mean "you"โand everyone in the office has stepped out.
he would smile at youโknowing he read you like a book without you ever knowing.
"well aren't you just a cute little genius, hmm? what wasn't smart was you thinking you can keep up that act with me," you sighed at his teasing voice.
"want to tell me why you decided to lie, or shall i crack that case as well?"
you opened up about this being a way for you to protect yourself from being using you for your smartsโas people would only speak to you like your walking google.
bracing for the teasing; dazai said something that shattered your brown completelyโ"it's okay, 'bella. i know what it's like to hide who you are to survive."
CHUUYA doesn't know how to react to you at first. he's met people in the mafia who are slow, a bit of a dunce, but you just took his brain cells away. hates to admit it, but your cute, cute as hell. which is why he's with you. you're a little bit clumsy and a bit slow when it comes to taking orders.
he would open jars for you, answer your questions after a meeting with the boss, and caught onto your "confused" looks and simply sighed before slowly explaining the situation to you.
you make him feel more of the sharp one around you.
he tries not to lose his patience, in front of you at least, however poor akutagawa and tachihara had to endure countless moments of chuuya tweak out about you. he also tweaks out how adorable you are when you ask him for support, like when you told him how much you loved cloudsโbesides them making mean, scary faces at you an they are too high up in the sky for you to "show them a lesson." fucking adorable, your adorable! just really knows how to push his buttons.
then came a mission-a mission that has blown your little secret. the two of you were assigned to interrogate with some shady clients who were caught sneaking around of the port mafias secluded areas. chuuya couldn't get any information out of them, no matter the torture methods he used against them. until they started to confess in a coded languageโsomething their gang must only be able to understand because he's never heard this language before in his life.
he tossed a chair to the wall close to the hostages; about to just kill them until you replied to one of the gang members in the same language. same pronunciation and fluencyโtheir faces growing cold when they realized you could understand what they were saying.
chuuya stared at you while you spoke with the hostages as if you had grown a second head.
you ended up being the one to get this mission to be another successful one for the mafia; and that's when chuuya confronted you.
"what hell was that back at the interrogation?"
"what was what?"
"the fucking you suddenly knowing how speak a whole new language!? what the hell are you not telling me?"
oh. well. guess the cats out of the bag. you explained to him that you were scared the port mafia would eventually start to use you as some kind of object, knowing you were as smart as they think you are.
what pissed chuuya off the most was you thinking he would just use you for your smarts and leave once he got bored.
you expected him to be a tad bit upset, however this was something even your smart couldn't think would happen. "if you think i was ever going to use you, then maybe your not as smart as you think, doll. show off how fucking smart you are, you could get on mori's really good side and hell maybe even get promoted to a higher rank."
ATSUSHI fully believed your act. poor boy actually thought you were just really slow and took longer to understand certain things.
he sees you get all spaceyโand has never once ever made fun of you or called you out. he would always give you the biggest smile and help you out.
that's what you liked about him. how he never expected anything from you and would give you room to breathe.
he would stick up for you when others would call you out, "heyโleave them alone, talk to me if you have any problems!"
he will never take anyone mocking you or calling you stupid when they don't even know you. and if it was someone from the agency, atsushi will honestly get even more aggressive towards you.
he wants you to know there's nothing wrong with you. and there's nothing wrong with being a bit slow, but if you try to get better; which is what he tries to help you with, that's all that matters!
you honestly start to feel bad keeping this lie from him for so longโhe genuinely believes you and you feel so guilty..
"atsushi..can i talk to you for a moment?" you voice soft and gentle.
"of course, y/n!"
you and him took a step out of the office, making sure it was only you and him before you confessed your lie.
there's a silence that was oddly loud in your ear; not knowing how he would react. would he actually get really mad at you for lying, did he want to break up with you now?
suddenly he took your arms and pulled you close to him, his voice gentle and calm when he askedโ"why do you feel the need to hide this side of you from me. you know i love you, i would never use you or treat you any different! and if anyone does, then they'll wish they just kept their mouths shut."
RANPO clocked you in about 0.2 seconds. of course he didn't out you right away, he played along with this little act of yours. seeing how long it will take for you to know he caught on.
he is a lot like dazai in this scenario; loves watching you squirm each time he gets close to exposing you to other people. he would get you to solve some tricky questions to help solve a case the agency would be doing, or purposefully say something so wrongโeven the agency members started to grow suspicious.
you were smart-smart, not just logicalโstrategic, emotionally intelligent, and observant. loved that about you, he just knows you and him would click instantly if you had just out- right told him!
when the two of you were in private, maybe it's just you and him in the office. you are finishing writing reports and he's munchy some candy. that's when he decided to speak up, cornering you like a cat with its favorite toy.
you were smart enough to not act stupid anymore, sighing and putting the pen down. you dropped the bomb, telling him why you hide yourself from the public, scared they would use you.
"you know, it's cute how you can think you can lie to the world's greatest detective! i have to say i admire your act!"
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Your hands, trembling slightly as you carried the tray of freshly brewed coffee.
You pushed the door open with your shoulder as you entered inside , two of his men stood rigidly before his desk. They didnโt dare look at you. They stared straight ahead, sweat on their temples.
And then there was him.
Osamu Dazai. The youngest executive in Port Mafia history.
You moved silently, placing the coffee cup on the corner of his desk. As you leaned forward you held your breath, willing your hands to be stone.
They failed.
A minuscule tremor made the spoon on the saucer clink. It was a sound no louder than a pin drop, yet in the suffocating silence of the room, it was a like a gunshot.
โLeave itโ
โI-I apologize, Dazai-san. I will return with a fresh one.โ
โI said leave it.โ
He leaned back. Then, he crooked a single finger at you.
โCome here.โ
He reached out, his hand closing around your wrist then pulled you down onto his lap.
His attention then back to his men as if nothing had happened. His arm was around your waist.
โContinue, you were explaining theโฆ efficiency of your method.โ
โW-we subdued him, sir. A simple message. The usual.โ
Dazaiโs fingers began to trace patterns on your hip.
โThe usual, how uninspired. But I suppose thatโs what I pay you for. Mediocrity.โ
His hand slid lower, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh of your waist. You flinched, his grip tightened, a command to be still.
โWe have a name, sir. Itโs a low-level informant. A man named Sato.โ
His other hand came up, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.
โ A father, I believe. Two young children. Tell me, little maid. What do you think should happen to a man like that? A man who betrays the people who trust him?โ
โIโฆ I donโtโฆโ
โHe has a daughter, sheโll find work as a maid, too. Cleaning up the messes of men who donโt care if she lives or dies.โ
He knew. He knew about the late nights you spent hiding in the laundry room, crying over the men youโd seen him drag in. He knew you would treat his victims.
His hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. He pulled your head back, exposing the column of your throat.
โYou treated him, you saw him brought i bleeding, you left water by the cell door.โ
He didnโt wait for a response. His lips crashed against yours his teeth grazing your lower lip, a sharp sting that made you gasp. His hand in your hair held you captive, tilting your head to the angle he desired.
This was a lesson. He was branding you in front of his men, marking you as his property, his to play with, his to punish.
Over his shoulder, you could see his men. One of them had his eyes squeezed shut, the other was staring at a spot on the wall.
โBring him to me. Iโll deliver the message myself, youโre dismissed and close the door behind you.โ
Dazaiโs thumb stilled on your knee. He didnโt look at you.
โYou may go nowโ
his voice devoid of all warmth, all the terrifying intimacy of moments before.
โand remember, the man you feed everyday in cell number 207, feed him again, and Iโll have him skinned.
There's a mild likelihood that Dazai would be a yandere. Given his belief that he's predestinated to lose everything he has eventually, if he falls too hard for his darling, finally giving him some joy in his miserable existence, he would loathe to ever let go.
He wouldn't be that obvious kind of yandere. His obsession would lie in veiled manipulation ๐ฉถ
Some things he'd do:
Whining in that specific tone he knows would make his darling relent, using those puppy doe eyes โ especially when you're going out with a friend on a night he wanted to spend with you :(
"Bella... how could you do this to me? Here I was thinking could spend the night together. But I suppose it's alright... just leave me here to die in this miserable puddle of my existence!" ๐
Very dramatic.
He'd make you laugh first, and probably tackle you down, tickling, and smother you in kisses till you can't stop giggling.
...tiring you out just enough to be a little too tired to go, so you decide to spend the night with him.
Little do you know he texted your friend and hour ago from another number, pretending to be you, changing your meet-up spot so you wouldn't be able to find them anyway at first (by the time you would figure it out that there was a misunderstanding, it would have been too late at night anyway ๐)
Oh, he never liked that friend of yours anyway.
He'd never let you know how much you mean to him โ except on very few rare nights that seemed to pass by in a dreamlike trance.
He knows, deep down, that nothing is ever permanent. Maybe, if you find out how you might be the only thing keeping him from more dangerous suicide attempts, it could scare you away.
What if you find out how much you mean to him and it terrifies you...?
No โ he'd rather not have that.
He doesn't want you to know how you're the last place left where he can breathe freely.
The only place other than solitude that comforts him.
Jealousy is an emotion that's foreign to him. There isn't much in this world he couldn't cheat his way into getting guilt-free. He doesn't believe in morals โ after all, they're just a social construct humans developed. A leash to keep society intact, an instrument for law, punishment.
But when it comes to you...
Ah, there's not a huge difference. But a difference nonetheless.
As long as you're willing to be with him, stay with him, and are happy with him, he'll keep his manipulative behaviours at bay. Minimal. Used only when necessary.
Oh, he's not a good man.
A darling won't change his inherent personality, you know. Or his amorality.
You know, you should feel honoured. Falling in love for him is an occurence that happens once a blue moon and a half. I feel like he's fallen in love before...
...but only once during his teenage years. It would've been fleeting, intense.
While he was in the Port Mafia.
Maybe he fell for a girl he saw from afar who captivated him... making him end up stalking and finding out every bit and piece of her life by midnight.
He would talk to her casually, a few times, creating a casual friendship between them โ slipping in a few deeply personal questions that alarmed her, (ones he already knew the answer of), brushing them away as likes laughingly.
Making the girl see him as an absurd, comical friend.
Perhaps he developed a deep infatuation. Perhaps he found out she already had a partner. Perhaps he fell out of love just as quickly and drastically as he fell in.
Perhaps it made him cynical about love and how he was unsuitable for it.
Perhaps it has been his only encounter with even the slightest semblance of love before you.
He doesn't want to let you go. He knows he'll lose you one day, but he wants to have you while he can.
He's selfish.
And love is such an addicting drug, alcohol and pills stand nowhere near.
You're his strange addiction.
P.S. I feel like this song is exactly him in a love like this.
Hi, I hope everything is alright. I apologize in advance if my English is bad, it's not my first language. I saw that request (for Dazai) where the reader has a deadly touch, but what if it were the opposite? Like, the reader could revive people, I think it would be especially interesting if they had never told Dazai before.
I thought it would be funny, but feel free to deny the request๐ชป
dazai x reader โ the touch of life
tags: sfw
a/n: hi lovely, i loved the idea, tnx for requesting! โก
when you first got into the agency, there wasn't so many chances where you could showcase your abilityโsince the armed detectives usually did their job thoroughly well. so you just stuck to your paperworkโglad that the agency put people's mind at ease before the situation got dire enough that someone would be in need of your ability.
though that changed on a one particularly challenging mission that was assigned to you and none other than your charm himselfโdazai. you were notified of a victim in critical conditionโa crime waiting to be solved. though when you got there, the person was on his last breathsโand it had already been too late.
dazai had stood thereโface grimโyet his eyes were stoic, almost deprived of any emotionโhe was not new to seeing people die, considering his gloomy past. though when he glanced at you, he was expecting a face twisted with sorrow and concernโto his shock however, he was met with serious eyes and a blazing gazeโan expression that displayed a calm, collected serenity in it's certainty.
despite his internal astonishment, dazai remained silent and ponderedโas to what could possibly cause you to be this level-headed; as if you hadn't seen a man just take his last breaths in front of youโyou seemed unaffected, like you thought he was going to be reborn. he didn't know that was quite the whole truth. it was then that your moment to shine finally had arrived. you made your way to the harmed manโhand steady as you pressed it against his forehead.
it took only a mere second before sound of chocked gasps of breath were heard.
people around you stood surprisedโmomentarily motionless before the sudden gasps were heard and they were rushing to tend to the victim and his injuries; the questioning for the crime committed could be asked later, you thought.
you turned around with a satisfied smile, ready to go backโand were met with a stunned, wide-eyed dazai. you could swear you even saw sparkles in his eyes for a secondโcue to him gushing over how extraordinary and incredible your ability wasโwhy you hadn't used it beforeโwhy didn't you tell anyone about it- and so on. it was kind of endearing, actually. it wasn't often that you saw dazai genuinely intrigued by something. so you decided to cut him some slackโand told him all about your ability on your walk back to the agency, about how it worked, what limits it had, what could be the consequences if you used it too muchโpinky laced with his as he listened with his full attention on youโeyes soft and gaze adorned with admiration.
after that incident, you now have to deal with a whole new wave of his teasings in the office. he jokes a lot about how apparentlyโ"he can no longer succeed in his long-awaited suicide anymore; because you'll just revive him back", which would be false as his ability clashes with any otherโbut he can't use it while dead, can he?
you always laugh it off; but deep in your hearts, you both know that it's true. though all jokes aside, all the praise coming from him is true. when you're in Yokohama, you'll be met with all sorts of abilitiesโand most of them take lives without blinking. other ones do healโbut not many of them reincarnate. and the way you can grant people the gift (or curse) of another chance in life? of being reborn? it's almost holy to him. which is the reason as to why your ability is so special in his eyes.
you ability also puts his mind at easeโthat with you, the agency doesn't have to worryโeven about dying. and everytime you do your thingโconfident and calm, he might not say anything; but you always catch to look on his faceโpure, adoring, proud.
tnx for reading this lovely! โก
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The idea of love, genuine love, was a terrifying notion to Osamu Dazai. Sure, he was a flirt at times but the idea of genuinely falling for someone was something else entirely. So, when he found himself falling for you, a large part of him wanted to run or push you away. Osamu was too weak for you to do that though. The idea of being the cause of any of your distress was awful. And doing it on purpose? Forget it. Even if he did think it would be for your own good.ย
Of course, there were still times where heโd try convincing you that you shouldnโt be with him. You were too good for him. This was the crux of most of the arguments you two had. Osamu was selfish enough to let you win and keep you with him though. Heโd deal with the guilt of it later if it came to it. You were a vulnerability that he never expected to have. He knew that something in him would irrevocably shatter if you died.ย
Which is why when he kisses you, he kisses you like itโs the last time he will. It always lingers like heโs trying to memorize you. Of course, there are times he does quick kisses but itโs not what heโd prefer. He loved you and that was terrifying. His only lifeline after Oda and even if he knows that you can take care of yourself, it seems so fragile.ย
As much as he talks about dying or committing a double suicide with you, heโd never go through with it if it meant hurting you. His life might not mean much to him, but your life is everything to him. Itโs not an exaggeration or cheesy for him when he says that youโre the light of his life. His kisses were almost a silent goodbye, just in case. He loved you and it was both the best and worst thing that ever happened to him.
post-breakup dazai, who is so used to masking he isnโt sure how to take it off. who lets you become one of the only people in his life he has truly grieved. who would never dare speak of your absence (because then it feels too real) but who feels it in every other sense. who has now lost the the two people in his life he felt the most human around, one to a bullet and the other to heartbreak.
post-breakup chuuya, who seems to have eggshells scattered around him for anyone who dares to go near. who keeps your photo on his desk broken and face down, because if he looks at your face heโll be looking at someone who cared. who tries to find the antidote at the bottom of a bottle, chasing down the feeling with whiskey and sleeping pills. who throws punches and kicks not because he enjoys the fight, or because its his job, but because heโs simply passing time.
post-breakup ranpo, who is suddenly 10x more needy and 10x more insufferable because he lost one of the only people whose opinion matters. who can no longer even think for a moment that heโs the best or the greatest or whatever buzzword the agency throws at him. who tries to overcorrect and make up for what he lost, because in his eyes, losing you was a failure, a miscalculation on his part.
post-breakup atsushi, who already harbours so many insecurities and doubts that only get worse afterwards. who feels tired in every sense, only letting out shaky breaths, unable to get rid of of the pit in his stomach that spells out regret. who one day simply stops talking and waits to see how long itโll take before someone notices. the answer only depresses him more.
post-breakup akutagawa, who shuts down any part of him that feels any ounce of sadness over you. who suddenly feels his illness tenfold, like you had taken all the air with you when you left. who sees the world devoid of any colour and convinces himself that its better that way. that you were weak and didnโt serve him. who punches a hole in the wall the one time he cries over you. who feels your absence tear through his lungs with each coughing fit.
post-breakup kunikida, who throws himself into work- its the last thing he has, anyway. who doesnโt normally discard pages in his notebook unless its for missions, but proceeds to tear out any pages that even mention you (there were many, but when asked why, heโd simply say it wouldnโt be ideal to be reminded of you constantly.) who knows that he is the backbone of the agency and carries that mantle humbly, but who feels a sudden prick of an urge to stay in bed.
post-breakup odasaku, who still continues writing to you. who loses you but still lets you exist in words on paper, in each poem or short story he creates. who knows youโll never read them, but makes sure to dedicate each page to you just in case. who cringes but hides it when his kids ask about you, about when heโll bring you around again and when theyโll see you again. he asks the same question with every word he writes.
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consider.....if you will.......dazai using his hands everywhere but only above the waist...
..hands teasing your chest, gripping around your throat...maybe fisted in your hair or..maybe when you're on your knees and he demands eye contact while he slips his fingers past your lips, teasing your tongue, and rubs his thumb back and forth over your lips; saying with a sweet, sick, smug tone:
"oh? finally quiet hm? interesting how some things can be communicated without a single word said.
your eyes tell me that you're impatiently buzzing over something you want....can you tell what's in mine?
...be good for me, bella? since my fingers are already in your mouth, do you mind cleaning them for me while undo my belt?
there we go, just like that. perfectโi said eyes on me, bella. i want to see just how much you enjoy the taste."
in the words of ango sakaguchi talking about dazai, "...you nasty man.".
โญ.แย MDNI +18 onlyย โญ.แ
note: the things that i have thought alone, let alone said out loud, and publicly online about him, make me unable to run for office (โขแดโข๏ฝก) EDIT: SOMEHOW MISSED F HERE TOO โ UPDATED! <3
tw: edg*pl*y, suc*dl ideation, overstimulation
A = Aftercare (what is he like after sex?)
As annoying and predictable as it is, I think we know that it depends on his mood "( โ โ โ ) He's either going to be teasing you for being fucked senseless or tending to you cautiously like he holds his favorite tattered and dog-eared to hell book or quietly tracing kanji onto your shoulder blade as you lay across his lap as he reads an excerpt from his current favorite poetry book to you. Definitely the type to flow with the moment, meaning he may not get up immediately, opting to wait until both of your heartbeats slow down enough to breathe normally again. He may be a sarcastic shit but he is a giver, he is an (undercover overlover). Just like the black cat that he is, you will feel his quiet affections somehow, but he may take his time savoring the moment.
"My, my bella. Look at you. You're quite the mess. Here, let me help."
B = Body part (his favorite body part of his and yours)
his body: fingers
He knows he has pretty hands and very nice long and slender fingers. He knows the effect they have visually and for sure the effect physically. There has never been nor will there ever be a time that if he uses his fingers that you are not seeing stars. He loves to tease so he loves to drag his finger along objects of attention or especially skin (teasingly or affectionately). He loves how much you love his hands and what they do to you โ whether its passively holding them or pulling them away after you came so hard you're losing consciousness and he keeps going with a smirk on his face.
your body: torso (front/back)
He loves to observe your body from his fascination with humans. The beauty of the body is something he silently cherishes beyond being a gross flirt (borderline teenage boy behavior). The smooth expanse of your torso, front or back, is something he could stare at (and does) for hours.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum)
His appreciation for your torso, of course means, that he loves to spill on you. Anywhere, all over. To see his ownership on you gets him off. Alternatively, and equally, that ownership extends to overfilling you inside over and over until it's seemingly endlessly spilling out, if he can help it. Definitely the type to both scoop it back in or slide it on his finger into your mouth (freak).
D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of his)
He's actually quite the romantic. He's so detail-oriented as an annoyingly-genius detective, he also notices the little things about you that he comes to find endearing. The slight in your mouth when you're focusing hard on writing or typing out a particularly difficult case, the keychain on your bag with the little bell he can hear from down the hall before you walk in, the copy of your well-loved favorite book on your desk, used as your adoring coffee cup coaster everyday. He doesn't realize he's keeping track of these things until he's too far deep (an internal "uh-oh" on his part). He would never let anyone catch wind of this weakness, he is well aware of how easily they can be exploited and ripped away in the blink of an eye.
E = Experience (How experienced is he?)
Being the notorious flirt that he is, he's charmed his way into a few beds. However, he enjoys the playing of the game more than winning. In moments of weakness, being unable to cope with whatever is plaguing his mind at the time, he has indulged in detached, meaningless sex. Attachment is something he actively avoids. That being said, he does still have his ego, so he's finely-tuned his techniques. He knows what he likes and knows just what will make someone scream.
F = Favorite Position (what is his favorite way to take you?)
I think The Favorite has to be backshots in any variation: bent over a bathroom counter, standing with your back arched in the supply closet, on all fours, or your chest to the bed with your knees down and he yanks your ass up by gripping your hips hard enough to bruiseโhowever, the condition is: he must be able to grab your face and force you to turn and look at him. He is gripping your chin and pulling you into a filthy kiss, devouring your whimpers, and offering his own hunger-being-satiated moan back into your mouth with a sick, amused smile that you're completely undone on his cock and how he gives it to you. I still think he's more of a tits guy, but something about taking you from behind, playing with your tits or generally playing with any parts from behind, and likely choking you by wrapping a hand around or pinning your neck to the wall/bed is *chefs kiss*. I think it's hotter to him to force you to reveal how fucked dumb and desperate you are, by hitting it from the back, and refusing to let you hide your face/reactions/sounds. Another way to explain the reason is his love to tease:
"Now don't hide from me, bella. I couldn't hear you. Let me help *grips your face to turn and face him*...theeere she is. Did you say something about going to cum? Mm, not till I say, bella. I think I can make you beg for it. *squishing your face more in his hand* You're gonna beg, bella โ understand? Tell me you understand.
G = Goofy (Is he more serious in the moment? Or humorous? etc.)
Are you kidding? He is weaponizing his goofiness 24/7. He antagonizes the hell out of you for his own pleasure (just a smidge of degradation) just to remind you how, literally, under his thumb you are.
H = Hair (How well-groomed is he?)
He cares about the little details, but doesn't obsess. As lazy and showing up late as he can be, it's because he's taking his time doing exactly what he wants. Which happens to be having a getting ready routine that may be the most stable thing in his life besides Chuuya being pissed off every time he sees him. Part of this routine involves: a strict breakfast of coffee and a cig, a leisurely shower (not caring to actually wash his hair ever, however his body will always be clean and fresh but not maintained), air-drying his mess of hair, and putting on that goddamned bolo tie. Besides keeping this routine for his edging sanity, showing up late to piss off Kunikida is part of the routine too. Basically: most of the focus is being selectively fresh and pissing off Kunikida.
I = Intimacy (How is he during the moment? Romantically.)
He's a mixed bag. Temperamental. I think at a certain point, once enough of his walls come down, it is just about romantic intimacy. Compared to other occasions he has slept with someone, he isn't detached and is actually quite invested in your reaction, your pleasure, and satisfaction with him. He cares to be a memorable experience (in a way, to make you crawl back to him to get fucked dumb โ but he'd never admit that it's also so you stick around him because he might kind of like you a little bit.). Crossing the romantic threshold, he's the type of tender that will hold you tightly but hold your face gently (almost as if he's worried you will disappear if he looks away or loosens his grip ever so slightly, and he cannot live through losing someone he's let in again). One thing is for sure, you will have his full attention, for both your sakes.
J = Jack off (masturbation)
I can't say I can see him doing it very often. I think he'd rather seek out his weakness in another body or drink away the desire โ at least until he meets you. Almost feel like he has an aversion to physical contact (ability related? perhaps). Then it becomes the quickly building tension, you're unaware of, given his mass flirtatious aloofness, where his locked away feelings in words get trapped behind his teeth, and, well his inability to open his mouth and desire to put his hands on you go straight to his dick. For sure ends up at his desk pretending he doesn't care about anything until you bend over in your little skirt to pick up his paperwork he carelessly let fall off the desk, and he catches a peek at your chest, your thighs as you stand up, and your intoxicating perfume โ definitely rock hard in an instant and pretends he's bored and going home for the day (he's definitely taking care of it in the agency bathroom, but he'd never let anyone figure out someone got to him that deeply.)
K = Kink (one or more of his kinks)
PRAISE/DEGRADATION:
He is absolutely talking you through it โ he never shuts the fuck up! He loves nothing more than to play with an ego and he will make sure you know just who owns you and who's cock you're going dumb on. He will praise you mockingly in the same breath that he says something dehumanizing. The duality of man that he has is ridiculous. He is so mean, simply for fun.
"You're taking me so good, bella. You're doing so good. Ah-ah, eyes on me, my little fucktoy."
overstimulation/powerplay:
This is in the same vein as the praise/degradation, he wants you to remember the time spent with him, to remember you'll always be underneath him โ or so he thinks until he's spent a night with you. He'd never consider it being submissive, but for entertainment's sake, he would enjoy powerplay. I mean, twist his arm, you know? A hot body wants to top him and maybe bring him within an inch of his life (his lovely suicidal dreams) and he's the one getting overstimulated โ he'd let you have your fun, but make sure to pay his brat back.
EDGEPLAY:
You cannot convince me he has not tried using a gun or knife during foreplay or during. Life and death is a meaningless form of entertainment to him. He would love nothing more than to weaponize that with pleasure. Along the lines of powerplay, he would keep a gun or knife underneath your jaw or scratch a knife down the center of your chest, drawing a bit of blood every now and then (in addition: he for sure bites and leaves evidence of ownership: bruises, cuts, teeth-marks). He is for sure a sadist and masochist โ taking things too far makes him feel alive.
"Does it sting? Good. You're doing so good for me, you're still here. I can hear you whimpering, you like it when I press the blade nice and tight under your jaw. Don't you, belladonna?"
L = Location (favourite places to take you)
Literally anywhere. He doesn't care whatsoever. I'd even venture to say, he would be entertained for someone to come across you getting your guts rearranged. Definitely the type to let his intrusive thoughts win (we know this) so his impulsive behavior is as strong as his surprising willpower (this man loves playing stupid). Has definitely followed you out of the agency main office, grabbed you by your wrist, and yanked you into a supply closet for a tryst he cannot pretend he's fine with waiting for. He will take you whenever he can, given your consent, of course (we love a consent king) โ but he won't back down quietly, he WILL complain and pout.
"Very well, bella. But you can't blame me, you look delectable and I'm just so hungry."
M = Motivation (What turns him on, gets him going?)
Initially, his interest being piqued and wanting to play with his food. No one really catches his attention, he's fairly bored with humanity as a whole, typically expecting the worst of humanity. Something about you interests him (it's called having a crush) and he has to get to the bottom of it. He knows the effect he has on women and loves to tease so goddamned much, it's so annoying (he loves it). However, he does find himself occasionally uncharacteristically nervous around you when you actually look him in the eyes with your earnest, sweet, curious eyes. It quickly becomes a craving, a fix he has to have, which is being in your presence and interacting with you however he can โ the more flirtatious and physical, the better. He has to understand this interest (it's called a crush) and until he realizes his motivations are just called affection and adoration, he will continue to try and play with his food until he realizes he is tightly wrapped around your finger even tighter than his own bandages.
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i'm so disgusting about dazai, um do not look at me rn! i know he'd be able to handle how much of a freak i am ๐ช(หถแต แต แตหถ) um sorry if this was a lot for some of you, i am Not Well in the head and a longtime dazai kinnie. :')
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hihi!! im so glad ur active again ,, i hope everythings alright
could i req chuuya finding bulimic reader almost passed out (like shaking n slightly sobbing) in the bathroom after purging and they js panic cause they didnt want him seeing them like this so he starts comforting them n all that
i completely understand if ur not comfortable w it / dk how to portray it
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(take care of urself everyone โก)
the door shouldnโt have been locked. thatโs the first thing he noticed. the silence was next. it was the kind of quiet that felt wrong. not peacefulโjustโฆ absent. and chuuya wasn't the kind of person who hesitated when something felt off, and this felt wrong in a way that settled deep in his chest. he pushed it open gently, already halfway calling your name, already expecting something small, something explainableโ
the bathroom light was too harshโtile too white, mirror too honest, every tremor impossible to hide. you were hunched over the toilet when the door opened, hands shaking so badly you couldnโt even hold onto the edge properly. your throat burned with that familiar ache, your chest hurt, and there was that awful, hollow dizziness creeping inโyou were not properly collapsed but close enough that the difference didnโt matter much.
your breathing was stuttering in uneven pieces, catching and breaking in your throat repeatedly, as if your lungs had forgotten how to work normally. you sharply turned around and instantly felt itโpanic, sharp and immediate, your heart dropping. and there was that quiet, broken soundโlike you were trying not to sob but your body wasnโt quite listening.
you gripped the edge of the toilet tightly, trying to hold yourself up despite the room spinning over your head like you mind was mocking you, โnoโ no, fuck, donโtโโ your voice cracked, raw, โchuuya, justโjust go, pleaseโiโm fine-โ
your breath caught again, not letting you finish your words. this was worse than anything. worse than the nausea, worse than the purgeโhim seeing you like this. the sound that left you wasnโt even a proper word, just a broken, wet breath as you tried to turn away, one hand coming up like it could hide everythingโlike you could stop him from seeing you, from understanding you.
his voice cut through, shaking and startledโlaced with something like disbelief, "hey-"
"donโtโโ you cut him off, sounding thin and hopeless. โdonโt look at meโโ
โno, no, no,โ chuuyaโs voice dropped instantly to something soft and gentle, like he was talking to something fragile to the tone of his voice. โdonโt do that. donโt hide from me.โ
he was already moving. his hands were on you before you could pull awayโone steady at your back, the other gently but firmly catching your wrist, grounding you when your balance slippedโyou hadnโt even realized you were swaying until he pulled you against him.
โiโve got you,โ he murmured, closer now, voice right by your ear. โheyโฆ iโve got you. easy.โ
you shook your head, a weak, frantic motion. โi didnโtโi didnโt want you toโโ
โi know,โ he cut in softly, not dismissive or sharpโjust certain. โi know, sweetheart. i know.โ
your breathing stuttered again, and that was itโwhatever composure you were clinging to justโฆ broke. you grabbed his shirt, buried your face into his chest, and held on like you were terrified he'd vanish as the sobs started to break through, quiet at first, then harder, messier.
chuuya didn't say anything, just pulled you closer, tighter. his hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, and your forehead pressed somewhere against his collarbone. your body folded into his without you meaning to, like something in you gave up trying to stay upright on your own. his arm wrapped more securely around you, hand splayed wide against your back, anchoring you there.
โthatโs itโฆ come here,โ he murmured, softer now, slower as you felt his thumb gently tracing over your nape. โno need to fight it anymore. iโve got you.โ
your fingers twisted tighter, harder into his shirt, and this time he didnโt just allow itโhe leaned into it, like he wanted you to hold on. his fingers gently slid your hair, keeping you close.
your breath hitched again, but softer this time, breaking into him instead of away from everything. your face pressed further in, hiding there, and he adjusted without a wordโtilting his head slightly so it wouldnโt be uncomfortable, his chin resting on top of your head.
โshhโฆ iโve got you, baby,โ he murmured, voice barely above a breath now, meant just for you. โyouโre okay. youโre right here. stay with me.โ
your breathing stuttered again, but it followed his this time. uneven stillโbut trying. syncing in small, fragile attempts.
the shaking didnโt stop right away eitherโbut it changed. it wasnโt that frantic, out of control trembling anymore. it started to match something steadier, the slow rhythm of his breathing, the quiet rise and fall of his chest under your cheek, the way his hand kept moving in those small, repetitive circles on your back like he was teaching your body how to calm down again.
โthere you go,โ he whispered, almost like a quiet praise. โthatโs itโฆ just like that. donโt rush. iโm right here.โ
your body felt heavy all of a sudden. not in that awful, sinking way where it felt like drowningโbut more like you didnโt have to hold yourself up anymore, like the tension had somewhere to go, somewhere safe to restโcombined with the exhaustion that only came after holding everything in for too long.
"youโre alright,โ he murmured again, softer each time, like he was layering the words into you. โiโve got you doll. iโve got you. youโre safe with me.โ
and it wasnโt just the words. it was the way he said themโlow, steady and unshaken, like there wasnโt a version of this where he'd let go. like holding you, keeping you together when you couldnโt anymoreโwas the most natural thing in the world. your grip on him shifted, less desperate now, moreโฆ certain.
you werenโt clinging because you were about to fall anymore. you were holding on because he was there and he wasnโt moving.
after a moment, he shiftedโand you pulled back just a bit, arms still wrapped around his waist, looking at him with glassy, red rimmed eyes, lashes sticking together with already shed tears.
โokay,โ he murmured gently, brushing damp hair back from your face. โjust gonna take care of you a bit. nothing else. let me help you, yeah?โ
you barely nodded, too exhausted to argue. he moved carefully, like everything about you was something that could break if he handled it wrong. he gently scooped you in his arms, standing up with you in his embrace and setting you on the bathroom counter.
he dampened a cloth, testing the temperature before bringing it near you, wiping your face with quiet, deliberate movementsโover your sweat-slicked forehead, the corners of your mouth, your hands and slick fingers with no rush, just patience.
โthere we go sweet girlโฆ,โ he said under his breath, more to soothe you than anything. โyouโre doing good. just stay with me.โ his thumb brushed under your eye when he pulled back, catching the last of the tears.
โlook at me a sec.โ
you hesitated, then lifted your gaze just enough. his expressionโgod, it wasnโt what you feared. there was no disappointment, no frustrationโjust worry, and something softer, steadier.
โthere you are,โ he murmured, voice low. โthatโs my girl.โ
your throat tightened.
his hand came up to cup your cheek, warm, grounding. โiโm here now. okay? you not gonna go through this on your own anymore. not while I'm here."
you swallowed hard, voice small. โi didnโt want you to see me.. not like.. this.โ
his expression shifted, pained and firm both at once. โno,โ he said gently. โi shouldโve. i shouldโve been here sooner.โ
you shook your head again, opening your mouth to deny it, to stumble over more excuses- but he just leaned in, pressing a slow, grounding kiss to your temple.
โlisten. none of that shit. not with me,โ he murmured against your skin. โyou hear me? you're not gonna disappear right in front of my eyes just โcause things get bad." he said again, softer this time. his forehead rested briefly against yours as he let out a quiet exhale, his tone suddenly dropping to something more raw, more honest.
โand iโd rather see you like this, than see you.. once it's already too late. got it?โ
his thumb traced a slow line along your cheekbone, before he continued, โyou donโt have to hide the ugly parts. i don't want you to. iโm not going anywhere because my girl is struggling. that's absurd.โ
something in your chest cracked open at that.
โso next time it feels like too muchโฆโ he tilted his head slightly, trying to catch your gaze again. โyou come get me. yeah? even if you think you shouldnโt. especially then.โ
you nodded faintly, hand coming up to rest on his shoulder. " 'm sorry." you mumbled, looking into his eyes properly this time.
he shook his head, taking your hand in his "don't apologize,* he said, pressing a kiss to the back of it as he pulled you close once more.
"not for trying to survive."
โก๐ึผ ึถึธึข.
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in which โ reader is self conscious about their body; and freezes whilst making out with their partner.
featuring: dazai and chuuya
warnings/before you read: lowercase writing, crappy writing for this being my first piece of actual writing since august 2024, kind of suggestive, prefer 16+ to read
i had a dream about this no jokeโ
you took a sip of your tea upon entering the bedroom. you gently shut the door, expecting CHUUYA to be maybe on your bed, however he wasn't. in fact he wasn't anywhere to be seen.
the bed was nicely made from this morning. the sheets and pillow still reminiscing the smell from the washing machine.
the room was dimly lit, the only lights being the evening street lights of yokohama reflecting through the large window, with crimson colored curtains just a little bit open, to let the summer evening breeze cool up the hot room.
you walked deeper into your bedroom, placing their tea gently down the nightstand, careful not to accidently knock it over the carpets that covered the hard wood floors.
just as you were about to call out your partners name, you felt yourself get pushed softly onto the bed sheets. you let out a quiet squeal as you turn over to your back and see chuuya slowly climb on the bed after you; hunger in his eyes.
you let him sit on your waist, pinning you down gently to the bed as e leans down, face-to-face with your face. "you look gorgeous, baby~" he wasted no time kissing your lips.
soft yet sturdy. nothing to make you uncomfortable. he wouldn't want that, he'd rather spend a whole week stuck on a island with shitty dazai than to ever make you feel uncomfortable in bed.
you kissed him back, your hands cupping his cheeks as you turned your head to the side to kiss him better, to which he chuckled into the kissโ his hands often resting to your hips, then eventually your waist.
just as you two were in the heat of the moment, your felt his hands slowly raise your shirt up from your waist line. you tried to ignore the feeling; your stomach getting shown off.
you felt a sense of calm as gently rubbed your sides up and down, his lips suddenly parting from your own as he started to kiss your jawline down to your neck.
"chuuya-"
"i got you, don't worry~"
you let out a shaky breath when you feel his hands travel more around your body. your mind is flooded with random, stupid, questions.
you felt his fingers touch the spot just above your ribs, your shirt risen up higher then you would like and that's when you break.
he immediately stops everything he's doing, leaning back up just to sit on your waist with little weight to make you feel more open and free then pinned and trapped.
you felt your lip tremble as you spit out apologies. pulling his arms away from your body and quickly taking one hand to push down your shirt.
"sorryโ sorry, iโ i don't know..." he hushes you, stroking your hair away from your face to have you look up at him properly. "shh, it's okay, baby, got nothing to be sorry for. if you're not readyโ "
"it's not that!" he raised an eyebrow in confusion, parting your bangs away from your now teary eyes. it breaks his fucking heart, ya hear?
"what's wrong, hm?" his tone still hushed, wiping your fallen tears with his thumb awaiting your answer.
you told him everything. everything you hated. everything you disliked about your body. how much you wished life would give you a second chance, a second option.
he listened. and oh, did he listen. he always listen to what you have to say; but this? he was staring into your eyes, shut closed; scared to face chuuya with the fear of being humiliated. why? it's just you're body protecting yourself, you assume?
he waits for you to finish, your hands letting go of his own moments before; covering your face as he sat in silence for a few moments.
"hey.." he started of softly, gently taking your wrists and pulling them away from your face. slowly, you followed his speed and his heart broke at your tears. "tch, get those tears out of here.." he spoke, leaning down and placing kiss after kiss on your tear-stained cheeks.
"whoever said those shitty lies about you and your body can kiss my ass. to me, your the most beautiful person i've laid my eyes on. and just me, i've met some really ugly people; you don't come close to them. who cares about what others say, they don't matter!"
"you think iโm touching you because i have to? you really think iโd be here, with you, like this, if i didnโt think you wereโbeautiful? god, you drive me crazy.โ
after that night, he's your personal cheerleader; loving each and every part of your body, teaching you how love it as well; one kiss and hug at a time.
the rain hitting the window gave a calm, soothing aura to the room you and DAZAI were both in. you were curled up in dazai's lap as he arms were wrapped around you, legs tangled. the movie softly playing from the tv long forgotten.
his kisses were feather-lightโ more teasing then needyโ trailing from your temple, down to your cheeks then to your jaw and eventually getting to the corner of your lips. you responded, hesitant yet present, until his hand reached under your shirt; feeling up and down your smooth skin.
that's when it hit you.
that ugly, familiar coiled tight tension in your chest. your breath caught. your muscles tightened. it felt as is your body was suddenly tangled in giant metal chains. you didn't realize you were pulling back a bit from him until dazai's hand stilled.
his head tilted, just a little, to the side. his brown eyes flickered at yours.
"...you ok, 'bella?"
his voice was gentle, nothing like the lazy, dramatic tones he usually put on. that alone made your throat tighten. you tried to speak, but the words lodged behind your teeth.
"i'm sorryโ" you whispered, "I justโi can'tโ right now.." you slump your shoulders down.
he didn't press any further. didn't ask what you meant. instead, he pulled his arms away from you completely. like placing down a delicate piece of glass to a table.
"it's not you," you added quickly, ashamed. "it's me. i justโ sometimes...i don't likeโ i feel so disgusted with how i look. i just don't knowโ how you would want to even touch me when i can barely look at myself in the mirror." your words felt like knives in your throat as you opened up to dazai.
"i hate myself..."
dazai leaned back, arms resting behind his head. not casuallyโ deliberately. like a gesture saying: i'm not going to make you uncomfortable.
"hmm," dazai hummed, his eyes on the ceiling. "funny thing, that. you look at yourself and feel disgusted. all while, i look a you and all i can think of is mine."
your eyes widened, looking back at him. his gaze shifted back to you, and the storm in those eyes quieted. โyou think i havenโt hated my reflection too? you think i havenโt wanted to crawl out of my own skin and disappear?โ he paused. โbut when i look at you? all i feel is warmth. the kind that makes me want to stay.โ
you swallowed hard, throat aching.
โand if touching you brings you pain, then iโd rather never touch you again than make you feel that way. understand?โ
there was no flirtation in his voice. no humor. just quiet honesty.
โi want you to feel safe here,โ he added, placing a hand gently over your heart. โnot just in this roomโhere.โ
the warmth of his palm made something crack in you. you looked down, blinking fast.
โiโm trying,โ you whispered.
โi know,โ he replied, without hesitation. โand thatโs more than enough.โ
you leaned into him, not kissing, not touchingโjust resting your head against his chest. he said nothing else, just held you close, letting the silence stretch between you like a soft blanket.
and in that moment, you realized something:
dazai didnโt want your body more than your heart. he wanted youโevery broken, healing piece of you. even the ones you kept hidden.
โโ THE CLOSEST TO HEAVEN I'LL EVER BE ใ HOW THEY KISS YOU (PT. 1) โงโห โ
โฆ . . . three men. three different kinds of devotion. and the quiet, intimate moments where possessiveness, tenderness, and love blur into something consuming.
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The plush leather of the chair warmed like an old ceramic pot left in the sun, cradling your tired body as it soaked up the light. Your feet braced against an adjoining stool as your diligent hands stitched a nasty tear on Dazaiโs coat sleeve, ripped in a violent, early-morning raid in one of the harbor warehouses. Youโd already been tempted to fix it, but Kunikidaโs persistent complaints forced your handโthough the dedicated man hadnโt intended for you to do it, it would be obvious come Monday morning that the coatโs wearer had no hand in its sudden repair.
Speak of the devil and he will appear, standing at the entrance of your living room, tapping his foot with the impatience of a child.
โHow long is this gonna take?โ
โItโs only been ten minutes.โ You didnโt even bother to look up, preoccupied with piercing the needle through a particularly tough patch of fabric. โAnd this is your coat. I could just not fix it at all.โ
โThen Iโd be practically naked!โ
โThatโs what I thought.โ
Dazaiโs eyes slitted like an ill-tempered cat, the distance between you unable to muffle the amusement in your tone. He was certain you were smiling, a crescent-shape drawn across your lips as you perched in the chair, pleased with yourself.
โSuch a cruel woman!โ he cried, hobbling like a midday drunkard across the room. โCanโt you have pity on a poor manโs heart?โ
He tumbled into the chair, the motion accidentally forcing the needle into the tip of your thumb. Hissing, you snatched your hand, eyeing the bead of blood that blossomed from your fingertip. Your frown only deepened as a drop glided down your finger, claiming a piece of coat fabric for itself.
โGreat. Now Iโve got blood on it.โ
โItโll come out.โ
Your glare dried out any words that tried to come out of his mouth, flopping your unfinished handiwork down onto your lap.
โIโm the one whoโll have to clean it.โ
โWe certainly canโt have that, can we?โ Your pissed-off face only egged on his shit-eating grin. โHow will you be able to manage with such an injury?โ
Uncareful hands rustled your shirt like they were attempting to placate a stray animal, the same uncareful man prancing off toward your bathroom.
โThis is your fault, you know!โ
He either didnโt hear you or completely ignored youโonly he would know, but you could guessโthe cliff-edge of a tune on his lips as he rummaged through your bathroom cabinet in the dark. Not that he needed to turn on the light to find it, hands meeting the cool plastic of a medical kit before heโd even finished the first verse. He returned, and you were in the same state he left you in, unamused and wilted.
He almost felt bad. Okayโhe did feel bad. For you getting hurt, that is.
Not for messing with you. Much. It wasnโt his fault! You were so absolutely darling when enraged.
โExcuse me,โ he sang, plopping onto the stool with the kit in his lap, nudging your feet with his hip as he reached for your hand. โAlright. Let me see it.โ
It remained firmly held in your other. โYou donโt have to go through all this trouble, you know. Itโs just a prick.โ
โNo, no, no.โ Despite his teasing, he was careful not to irritate you or your wound further, easing the hand into his lap. โYou just sit there and relax. Doctorโs orders.โ
That determined look on his face made it clear there was no arguing with him, so you didnโt. Submitting with a huff, you allowed your hand to be examined, now careful fingers tracing up the ridge of your thumb. Still, you couldnโt help your suspicion.
โWhy do I feel like this was all just an elaborate scheme to make me pay attention to you?โ
โThey didnโt call me the demon prodigy for nothing.โ
You swallowed the retort in your throat, suddenly exhausted by the idea of an endless back-and-forth. Your firm mask of anger did not take long to crumble to your feet, eyes fluttering as the sun tempted them to close. It had been an overwhelming day, and Dazai was more than happy to provide a momentary respite, nimble fingers massaging the tense muscles of your palm as you unwound.
He popped the kit open, reaching for one of the small bandages, only to halt at the sight of one of his wraps. If he was going to take care of you, why not draw it out for as long as he possibly could? He was sure you wouldnโt mind.
Unwinding a section of the wrap, he slowly spindled it around your thumb, careful not to wind it too tight. Your hand was so warmโunbearably so. Like youโd soaked up the sun itself. It wouldโve been no surprise to him if you were its reincarnation, though heโd wonder what he had ever done to deserve sunshine in his hands.
The faint rhythm of a rickety fan guided his fingers, encasing your palm in the protective fabric. His thumb brushed past an old scar from a year he couldnโt name, and he made sure to document it in his mind with the reverence of a scholar.
โUh, donโt you think this is a bit overboard?โ
You were right, he knew, but he refused to answer, pressing his lips to the bandaged tip of your thumb. โIs there a problem with me wanting to take care of my beautiful girlfriend?โ
A small noise from your lipsโmaybe in disbelief, maybe in something far more remarkableโshattered the remains of his soft intentions, his heated mouth drawing a line between the constellation of beauty marks on your hand. Scars, freckles, molesโanything he could see.
The medical kit landed with a thunk as he snatched you by the waist, dragging you onto his lap as he journeyed from wrist to arm. You flushed underneath his touch, taut like a spring pulled back on the verge of release.
โWhat is going on with you?โ Your breath hitched, head craning back as he nipped at the sensitive patch of skin found in the juncture of your neck.
โWhat?โ he asked, unrelenting. โIs something wrong?โ
You didnโt know how to reply. Found yourself not wanting to, biting back a noise as he marked delicate, binding kisses up the curve of your neck.
โTruth isโโ His breath prickled your skin. โIโd wrap you up entirely if it meant keeping you all to myself. Iโm greedy like that.โ
He met his destination at the curve of your jaw, darting his heated touch from the crinkle of your eyes to the wrinkle of your brow, ending at the corner of your lips to sit on the tempting edge of an actual kiss.
He pulled back, and despite the smirk on his face, the softness of his eyes had you melting.
โYou okay, pretty girl?โ
The heat left you dazed, replying with a simple, โMhm.โ
He hummed, caramel eyes flickering from your own to your lips. You were truly the most breathtaking creature to ever existโyou could feign indifference all you liked, but the best part of his day would always be watching you unravel the moment he had you in his arms. How could he not fall in love with such simple beauty?
โYou'll have to forgive me, then.โ His touch, despite his words, was gentle as he whispered against you. โIโm a weak man.โ
You grabbed at his collar as your lips collided, sighs spilling into the kiss as your last drop of restraint dissolved. The coat bunched between you joined the kit on the floor, his hand circling your hip, chest pressed flush against his own. Could you feel his heart beat from this close? He certainly could feel yours.
โGodโโ he breathed. โCanโt believe youโre all mine. So beautiful.โ
You laughed against his lips, eyes shining like heโd brought you back from the dead.
โYou know this isnโt gonna get you out of cleaning, right?โ
He snorted, knowing nothing could be more perfect than the realization that you had both been positively made for one another.
It had been a long day for the Port Mafia executive.
Not because of missions or paperworkโhe wouldโve preferred either to the assortment of mundane duties heโd been forced to attend. Fights were supposed to be fun. Exhilarating, evenโat least thatโs how he saw it. A clash of power and will, pushed to the brink to see which would win. Heโd always admired foes that met him with that understanding.
Which is why he wasnโt too pleased by the string of cowards lined up for him to capture.
The latest had been a group that had attempted to breach one of the mafiaโs largest depots. He had been looking forward to it for days, only to be met with disappointment as its members turned tail and ran the second they spotted him.
They were dumb enough to mess with the mafia, but not enough to even try to fight him?
What a serious buzzkill.
His shoulder creaked as he rolled them, like an old metal pipe, the elevator to the mafiaโs private garage thankfully opening without delay. He wished for nothing more than to return home. Malaise crept in the shadows of his footsteps, halting with him as he spotted someone in the distance, messing with the top box of his motorcycle. His feet found flight like a second wind, rushing toward them.
โHey!โ His hands itched to tear them a new oneโverbally or physically, he hadnโt decided yetโonly for the wind to hit back at him as he met the familiar eyes of the woman he was dying to see. โBabe? What the hell are you doing here?โ
You smiled, barely bothering to register how suspicious you looked as you closed the lid of the box, inching your way towards him.
โHey, hun. How was your day?โ
His eyes narrowed, flickering between you and whatever you were hiding.
โFine. Whatโs going on?โ
You were planning somethingโthose eyes couldnโt hide mischief for long. He struggled to maintain a stoic facade as his annoying heart thrummed beneath his chest. You always managed to do thatโhe loathed it. One look, and he felt like a teenager all over again.
โI actually wanted to askโcan you drive us somewhere?โ
His hard stare weathered. โI mean, of course I can. Where do you need to go?โ
โItโs a surprise!โ
And just like that, the stare returned. Chuuya had rarely experienced a nice surprise. Theyโd either been terrible on their own or followed by something worse, like the reaper kept a debt he couldnโt estimate. Even the word surprise left a bad taste in his mouth.
โDoll,โ he sighed. โYou know how I feel about surprises.โ
โI know, I know,โ you replied, confidence waning. โItโs a nice one, though, I swear. Very laid-back.โ
He knew you had good intentionsโhe really did. His mind feared the pattern outlined in his footsteps, but he knew, truthfully, he couldnโt say no to you. Chuuya Nakahara was a man whoโd rather experience a brief moment of happiness over a lifetime of wondering what-if.
He was a whipped man. If anyone else saw him like this, theyโd never believe he was a member of the mafia, much less an executive.
With a browbeaten look, he surrendered. โAlright.โ
It took some time to reach your destination, the bike a speeding bullet as it weaved through noisy, rush-hour traffic, escaping into the outer stretches of the city. Heโd rarely been in the countryside, completely disoriented as the road shifted from concrete to rock, forced to rely on your directions alone as the path took multiple winding turns. You finally stopped, sat within an unremarkable patch of trees.
โOkay, Iโm lost,โ Chuuya said, removing the helmet youโd insisted he wear. โWhere the hell are we?โ
โYouโll see,โ you sang, hopping off the bike and removing your own gear before snatching his hand as he dismounted. โFollow me.โ
The trees were thick and dense, so he hadnโt expected the intense block of light that pierced through the leaves, forcing him to squint as he blocked it with his other hand. His eyes adjusted, he blinked, and the sight before him stole his breath.
โDamn.โ
The hills of Yokohama quietly offered the best view he had ever seen, capturing the skyscrapers and the setting sun in a single scene. None of the hustle and bustle of city life could be heard from here, muted by the wind as it mixed with the flustering leaves and grass around it.
โI used to come here a lot when I was younger.โ His eyes strayed from the city, breath ceasing entirely as it became restrained in the tranquil image of your face. โI thought youโd like it.โ
There was a time, when you first started seeing each other, when he questioned if you could be any more beautiful. He thought it impossible, but it seemed his past self was a fool. Here, you were in your element, face cradled by a warm sun, the sky a frame around the canvas of your figure.
You were fucking ethereal.
โOh! I almost forgot,โ you said, dipping back behind the trees.
He was a weak man; he knewโhad to be, if just your absence alone put such a monumental strain on his heart.
You returned, carrying what he assumed to be the items youโd not-so-sneakily placed in the top box.
โWe have thisโโ In one hand, you raised a bottle of one of his favorite Bordeaux wines. โTo ourselves for the next few hours. Iโve got a ride scheduled and everything, just in case we indulge ourselves a bit too much.โ
He scoffed, too charmed by the proud look on your face.
โHowโd ya manage that?โ
โDonโt worry about it.โ
Flopping onto the ground, you set the basket from your other hand down, prying it open to dish out an impressive number of finger foods. You almost forgot he was even there, stomach growling as you snatched a pastry from its container. It was only halfway through a bite that youโd realized he hadnโt joined you in the grass yet, eyes darting between him and the dessert, patting the space next to you since your mouth was occupied.
He tried not to crumble at the sight of sugar smudged across your lips.
โSweetheart,โ he said, settling on the ground at your side. โYouโve got a little something on your face.โ
Your hand swiped across your lip, only managing to wipe a small portion of the mess, brow furrowed in the most endearing act of concentration he had ever witnessed. If he fell over now, dead from the sight, he would be okay with that.
You blinked, looking at him expectantly. โDid I get it?โ
He allowed himself to drink everything in for a moment longer, a thought rolling around in his head. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, only working to smear the mess further.
โOh! Thankโโ
His restraint snapped, diving in for a bite. Jam mixed with the taste of your lips in an exquisite blend, satiating a vacancy he once thought could never be filledโone that had burned since the day he gained consciousness. He drove you into the soft grass, hands moving with their own goal, stealing the noise from your throat as he took in each tempered breath like it was his last meal.
โWhat did I possibly do to earn you?โ he groaned, fingers varnishing your lashes as watercolor eyes blessed him once more.
He sank back in, shivering at the way you breathed his name.
โI thank the gods youโre mine every morning.โ The words escaped his throat like a man in prayer as he parted your lips with his tongue. โCouldnโt stand the thought of anyone else getting to have this.โ
Your hands cupped his face, and he knew he was forever changed by the unrivaled fondness of your eyes, looking at him the same way he looked at you.
โYou deserve it. Even when you donโt think so. Especially then.โ
He let the air circle around you both as passion waned into contemplation. You knew trouble when you saw it, especially when it circled the blues of his eyes, reflecting a trouble not yet justified by the alcohol forgotten at your feet.
โWeโve got a couple hours to kill, right?โ One of those traitorous hands toyed with the trim of your shirt. โI think Iโd like to taste something else.โ
Tears poured from the sky in a symphony of thunder and lightning, crackling against the earth without care for rhythm or melody. Pious men claimed it to be God, maddened at the ill-deeds of a forgotten, immortal son. The sonโa demonโknew it was just a reminder. That there will always be two sides to a coin, whether that be sun and rain, good and evil. He was simply there to ensure balance between both.
The damp, underground labyrinth that served as Fyodorโs temporary hideout did little to soothe his stiffened joints. It was not the best place for someone of his fragile constitution, but heโd lived in far worse conditions with far worse company.
Not that his subordinates counted as such.
They nodded or waved as he passed, and whether it was from respect or fear, he didnโt care; many slipped by as their work concluded for the evening. None of them would serve any use if they didnโt receive rest, after all. He didnโt need them sharp. He needed them capable. This brought a thought to his mind, stopping a man before he slinked by.
โWhere is she this evening?โ
It didnโt matter whether he said a name or notโanyone with a brain could decipher who the Demon referred to.
โSheโs in your office, boss,โ the man replied, trying to hide his nerves to no avail.
โMy office?โ Fyodor raised a brow before waving the man off with a nod. โNo matter. Thank you.โ
The familiar path to his office echoed as people cleared from the halls, his footsteps racketing against an unforgiving metal that announced his presence. A rumble returned the unspoken greeting in kind, the clicking of keys crescendoing from the illuminated figure inside.
He squinted as he crossed the threshold, eyes adjusting to the bright screens in front of him.
โWelcome back.โ
The smooth timbre of your voice was a balm to the cold, like a false, warm summer heat; the perfect antithesis to the storm outside.
โGood evening, my dear,โ he replied, stripping himself of his hat and coat before settling them onto a nearby rack. You didnโt stop typing, another hand leading the mouse across the screen as it expertly sorted through multiple operations.
He waited, and then struck.
โIโm quite surprised to see you out of your normal hiding spot. Is your office not to your standards anymore? Iโm certain I can find a solution to whatever it is youโre lacking.โ
The mouse stilled. Caught in the trap.
โYouโve got more screens than I do.โ
The statement was weak. At best.
โItโs helped me get more work done.โ
He hummed, a smirk etched into the wintery paleness of his cheeks. โIs that right?โ
Youโd never admit you were here solely because you missed himโyou both knew that well. But that didnโt mean he wouldnโt relish the thrill, stringing you through a maze of his own design, enthralled at the possibility that he would one day hear the truth from your lips.
โThe mission went well, I assume?โ you asked, changing the subject. โI know it was supposed to start raining. Hope you didnโt get caught up in it.โ
โIt was barely a drizzle when I arrived. The mission itself went just according to plan.โ He trapsed across the room, equally too stubborn to admit he had longed to see your face after a weekโs absence. โAll thanks to you, of course.โ
Mellow eyes met his against the vibrant light.
Your shoulders rested, a smile perched on your lips. โWhat a flatterer you are, lyubimyy.โ
It took more willpower than heโd ever, ever admit to another living creature to suppress the quiver that ruptured from the vacant cavity in his chest.
But it was the sight of you that almost destroyed him entirely, swaddled up in his spare coat, legs tucked to your chest as you huddled beneath the makeshift blanket. The gap between the coat and your body exposed the indecent slip you wore underneath. He wouldโve commented on the lack of proper attire, around your subordinates specifically, if the mere sight hadnโt utterly entranced him.
What a cruel strike to the heart was the sight, seeing you tucked away and content in the small world heโd crafted. Safe from the storm outside. That was his purpose, too, he supposed. To keep balance meant to protect the sacred. And if the divine took mortal form, would it not be you?
But he was still a demon, wickedness in his blood. A tempting thought came to mind.
โNow that youโve mentioned it,โ he mused. โYou look quite cold yourself.โ
You shifted from content to confused, eyes flickering down to the coat.
โI guess a little bit.โ
You yelped as frigid hands hoisted you from the seat. Fyodor planted himself down, taking his rightful place, before spreading you across his lap as if it were yours. He drank in your wide eyes and parted lips, stealing your warmth as his fingers glided across the underside of your jaw.
โOh, dear,โ he said, voice a mockery of concern. โYou still look cold.โ
Your eyes scrambled, looking anywhere but him. โI-Iโm fine.โ
But, like a shepherd, he guided you back.
โDonโt lie to me.โ You knew you were doomed, ensnared by the squall of his stare. โYou never have been able to. Itโs alright.โ
It released you for a moment, turning downward, but the breath you took was another trap.
โI know just the way to warm you up.โ
He pressed his lips to yoursโgentle, at first. Like someone knocking at a door, waiting to be let in. But it wasnโt long before the door was barged down, rendering your mind useless in a tremor of curses and sighs, uncaring as he methodically pried you apart. He wanted everything you gave. The warmth of your body burned, and he played your spine like a taut string, trembling beneath an expert touch before calloused fingers smoothed at the nape of your neck.
Still cold, it seemed. That wouldnโt do.
Your arms snaked around his neck like vines of ivy, and part of himโthe man that remained despite the years that weathered away at himโwondered what it would feel like if they squeezed tighter.
โFedya,โ you pleaded, and he knew you were both damned.
You didnโt know what you wanted. Only knew that heโd be the only person you ever wanted to give it to you.
โShh, milaya.โ His hand returned, firm against your back, pressing you closer as his other hand plucked at the thin fabric pooled atop your thighs. โIโm not finished yet.โ
Your breath surged as his touch sparked earthquakes across your skin, chest heaving, arms shaking. You couldnโt find the strength to look him in the eyes, tucking your face into the exposed skin of his neck as you attempted to calm the pounding drum of your heart.
โAre you warm now?โ
If you didnโt love him so unbearably much, youโd have punched him at the first chime of that insufferable, cocky tone. You took another moment, strategically, an eye of the storm, before grabbing his face. You searched for something amongst those deep, ocean-like eyes, widened ever-so-slightly, pushing him down once you found what you were looking for.
โNot yet.โ
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: pulling them close by their tie โก
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: female terms used, (doll, bella, belladonna.)
# wc, 0.9k
๐ฃฒ chuuya nakahara,
you wanted to try something new to chuuya.
pulling him close to you by his bolo tie that heโs always got on for atleast 12 hours of the day.
itโs perfect to hook your finger under and pull him close to kiss him.
youโd considered pulling him by his choker, that heโs also wearing almost all day long. but youโd likely choke him if you tried that.
so tie it is.
โchuuyyaaa,โ you groaned. you were in his office with him, waiting for him to finish these last pieces of paperwork so you could go home together.
โ โm almost done, doll. gimmie 30 minutes โnd then we can go home, โkay?โ you huffed, sinking into the leather couch even further.
the only light in the room came from a small desklamp on the table he was working at. it was already dark outside since he always works late hours, and this time you insisted on waiting until he was done, even if your complaints were endless.
there was nothing else to do besides staring a hole in the ceiling above, but then you got reminded of the genius idea you had earlier today.
you stood up from your lazed position on the couch, straightend yourself. and padded over to chuuyaโs desk. where heโs currently aggressively scribbling away at the paper, trying to get it done as fast as possible.
he didnโt notice you walking towards him, which was exactly what you needed.
he only noticed when youโd come to stand next to him. โwhatโs wrong, doll?โ he asked you. face showing concern โcause he thinks something mightโve happened.
you turned his chair around so he was facing you.
you bent yourself over slightly, hooked a finger under the cloth of his tie. and pulled him towards you with the help of his bolotie.
โ[name]โ!โ he didnโt have even a second to react before you caught his mouth with your own, kissing him deeply.
his eyes were wide open, pupils blown.
you pulled away with a grin, index finger still hooked on his tie.
chuuya was baffled to say the least. he didnโt even have the slightest idea of what you were up to, he didnโt even see it coming.
โcan we go home now, babe?โ you asked him in a pouty tone, your hand smoothing over his tie.
he still needed to finish the paperwork, there were still too many pages leftโ but he could care less about them right now.
โyes, maโam.โ
๐ฃฒ osamu dazai,
dazai is quite famous for being an annoying and persistent man.
yes you love him with all your heart, but boy does he get on your nerves sometimes.
he canโt function if youโre not in a 5 feet radius of him, heโs literally on your ass 24/7.
and additionally, his hands need to be on you whenever possible, a hand on the small of your back, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind when youโre sorting through paperwork, or simply him holding your hand, without permission. but if you tell him no heโll whine like a baby, and thatโs alot more irritating than him holding your hand when youโre clearly busy.
you also are unable to catch him off guard with anything since his attention is always focused on you.
he watches your every change of expression, even if itโs minor. he can read you like the back of his hand.
your face needs to be as straight as possible, not even a very small flicker of your expression can change. you can barely twitch your eyebrow, or heโll notice what your upto.
right now youโre sitting at your desk, furiously scribbling away at the never ending stack of paperwork placed beside you.
dazai was also sitting at his desk, simply staring at the paperwork infront of him. for one moment his attention wasnโt fixated on you.
โdazai, can you come here for a second?โ you asked from across the room, making the brown haired male look up from his desk.
โofcourse, belladonna!โ he practically jumped off of his chair and made his way over to you.
โyou miss me already? i know iโm irresistible~โ he teased with a shit eating smirk on his face.
he stood infront of you, hands in the pockets of his beige trenchcoat.
he was about to open his mouth to probably tell you something stupid, but then you tugged him towards you by his bolo tie and crashed your lips onto his.
the suddenness of it all nearly made him fall ontop of you, but he steadied himself by quickly getting his hands out his pockets and one hand gripped the edge of your desk, and the other grabbing a tight hold of your shoulder.
you pulled away from the kiss with a grin, finger still hooked on the fabric of his bolotie, your other hand resting on his chest.
โmy, my belladonna. didnโt know you had that in ya.โ dazai breathed, slightly out of breath from the intensity of the short, yet deep kiss.
you smiled to yourself. you successfully caught the osamu dazai off guard with a simple pull of his tie and a kiss.
you turned back to your paperwork like nothing happened, with dazai still standing over you with his hand on your shoulder.
โshall we continue in the storageโ,โ โno.โ you put a finger over his lips to stop him from finishing that sentence.
โyes, maโam.โ
god he loves being pulled by his tie like that, heโll definitely make you do it again. maybe with a leash, like a dog.
๐๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐: this is kind of sloppy i apologize ๐ฅน
based on this thought.
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Thankyou for doing the chuuya type headcanons! You didn't dissapoint at all and I totally agree that he would be much more flexible in his type than fyodor would. I can definitely see him being a bit possessive. In a kind of guard dog way haha! Please please do some dating and nsfw headcanons!!
From the Anon who asked for Chuuya
Hello, my dear. The NSFW headcanons are here, and I have also written some dating headcanons. โฅ๏ธ
N A K A H A R A C H U U Y A
Dating headcanons.
Chuuya x fem!reader
Dating Chuuya is a unique experienceโone that feels equal parts exhilarating and comfortable, though always with a bit of intensity.
From the moment you become his, Chuuya isnโt just dating youโhe is committing to you in every sense, even if he does not always show it with flowery words.
His actions speak louder.
He is not the type to be all over you publicly or shower you with overt affection in front of others, but when you are alone, you can feel how deeply he cares.
He is incredibly observant.
Chuuya pays attention to every detail, from the way you smile when you see something you like, to the way you subtly shift when you are uncomfortable.
He may not always express it verbally, but you will find that every gift, every gesture, is a reflection of the little things you have shared with him over time.
While he is not the best at picking up on every subtle hint, he will remember the important stuff, so expect surprises that feel personal and meaningful.
Chuuya is incredibly thoughtful when it comes to dates.
Though his lifestyle may not allow for spontaneous trips or long weekends away, he will make sure that the time you do spend together is memorable.
Whether it is a quiet night in, a dinner at a fine restaurant, or an intimate getaway, he plans everything down to the smallest detail.
He is not one for extravagant public displays, but his thoughtfulness will shine through in ways that make you feel cherished and understood.
He is protective, but in his own way.
Chuuya is fiercely protective of you, though it is not always the kind of protective that is obvious to the outside world.
He will not hover, but when it comes to the people you are around, he will keep a careful eye on them.
His concern for your well-being will never be far behind, though it is often shown through actions rather than wordsโlike making sure you get home safely, checking in with you during stressful moments, or doing little things that make your life easier.
His love is not conventional, but it is unwavering.
When you date Chuuya, you learn that his love is shown in the little things. It is not about grand gestures for himโit is about making you feel like you are the only one who matters.
Whether it is choosing the perfect wine for your dinner, knowing exactly what song will make you smile, or holding you close when the world feels too loud, Chuuyaโs love is a quiet strength that you can feel in every touch and word.
He has a complex view of intimacy and affection.
Chuuya is not big on PDA, and he is not the type to publicly announce his feelings. But when it is just the two of you, he is tender and caring in his own way.
He wants you to know you are loved, and he will go out of his way to show it.
He might not always be openly affectionate, but he will often give you small touchesโa hand on your back, a soft kiss on your foreheadโthat are enough to make you feel secure in his love.
You are the center of his world.
When Chuuya is with you, he is entirely present.
Despite his busy lifestyle, he will make sure that the time you spend together feels significant.
Whether he is planning a quiet night in or taking you out for a date, you will always feel like his first priority.
While he is often surrounded by chaos, when it is just you two, everything else fades into the background.
In a relationship, Chuuya likes to maintain a sense of control, but it is never about dominationโit is about ensuring that he can protect and care for you.
He does not want you to feel helpless, but he does want to guide you, especially when it comes to navigating the challenges in his life and yours.
You will never feel like you are alone when he is by your side, and that constant support will make you feel safe and cherished.
The intimacy in your relationship will be intense, but deeply meaningful.
Physical affection with Chuuya is not just about sex; it is an extension of the trust and emotional connection you share.
He will always prioritise your comfort and pleasure, but he will also want to explore deeper levels of intimacy with youโwhether that is through soft, lingering kisses, quiet moments of touch, or deeper, more intense expressions of love.
The dynamic between you two will always be filled with moments where you feel entirely seen and cared for.
He is not a fan of sharing you. (And he wonโt. Ever.)
Chuuya does not like to share what is his, especially when it comes to you. While he is not possessive in a toxic way, you will feel his territorial side come out in subtle ways.
If someone gets too close to you, he is the type to step in and make sure they know exactly who you belong to.
You will feel secure, but also like you are his one and onlyโsomething that will be reassuring and maybe even a little thrilling.
