#bsd requests

Just thinking about a Dazai x reader where Dazai is obsessed with your lower back tattoo

Nsfw 18+

Based on this request~

1,734 words

CW: Smut, back shots, dirty talk, hope I’m not forgetting anything~

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The first time Dazai notices your lower back tattoo is during a beach day with the agency. The intricate design is low enough to be considered a trap stamp. But Dazai wouldn’t call it that, it is far too beautiful for such a degrading title.

The ink curves delicately along the dip of your spine, disappearing beneath the waistband of your swimsuit. You are laying on your beach towel tanning. Atsushi, Kyoka, and the siblings are playing ball in the water. Yosano is lounging beneath an umbrella, with a glass of wine. Kunikida is on a chair next to her reading. Kenji and Ranpo are building a sand castle. Everyone else is distracted. But Dazai’s attention stays fixed on you.

It isn’t just the tattoo itself. Though it is beautiful. Intricate lines curling together in a design he can’t fully make out from this distance. Flowers maybe. Vines? Something elegant and soft in a way that suits you far too well. No, what catches him is the placement, it’s intimate. Dazai finds himself wondering when you got it. Why you got it. Who has seen it before him.

“Dazai.” Kunikida’s voice snaps through his thoughts. “You’ve been staring for the last five minutes.”

“Hm?” Dazai blinks lazily before smiling. “Can you blame me? I’m appreciating art.”

Kunikida looks seconds away from throwing his book at Dazai’s head. “Quit being creepy.”

“Oh, Kunikida~” Dazai sighs dramatically, “You wound me.” But even as he speaks, his gaze drifts back toward you. You are in the water, laughing now. And when you bend down to pick up the ball Atsushi hits your way, the tattoo peaks out a little more.

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The beach trip ruins Dazai, now he’s noticing things. The way your shirt rides up when you reach for something. The glimpse of ink. And suddenly Dazai wants to look longer. “What is it?” He asks you once, when you are trying to do paperwork.

You glance up from your paperwork. “What is what?”

“Your tattoo.”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Definitely a teasing suggestion on your part. Dazai takes it as an invitation.

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Your apartment has scattered paperwork across your kitchen counter. The Agency has dumped another ridiculous stack of reports onto you, and somehow Dazai has convinced you letting him “help” is a good idea.

Your first mistake is falling for the idea he’d help. Your second mistake is letting him into your apartment at all. “You’re distracting,” You mutter, trying to focus on the report in front of you.

Dazai, sprawled dramatically across your couch, gasps. “Me? Never.”

You don’t even look up. “You’ve been sighing, moaning and groaning like you’re dying for the last ten minutes.”

“I’m suffering.”

“You’re lazy.”

“I’m emotionally burnt out.”

That earns a small laugh from you, and Dazai immediately perks up at the sound. He likes making you laugh far too much. “You know,” He hums, abandoning the couch. “It’s very cruel of you to invite me over just to ignore me.”

“I invited you over to work.”

“Smantics.” You roll your eyes as Dazai wanders behind your chair. Then his hand settles lightly against your waist. Your breath catches which Dazai notices. “You tense up every time I touch you.” He murmurs.

“You touch me weird.”

“Weird?” Dazai repeats, sounding offended. “I’m wounded.”

“You’ll survive.”

Dazai’s fingers drift slightly lower. The touch sends heat straight up your spine. Then his fingertips pause. Right over the edge of your tattoo. Dazai goes quiet. You swallow. He’s spent weeks staring at glimpses of it. Now his fingers trace the edge carefully, almost reverently. “…Pretty.” He says softly.

The teasing tone is gone. Which is somehow worse. “You’re obsessed with this tattoo.”

“Hm,” Dazai hums thoughtfully. “Can you blame me?” His fingers move again, tracing another small line against your lower back. You lean forward in your chair just slightly before you can stop yourself. Dazai notices that too. A quiet smile spreads across his face. “There she is.”

Heat floods your cheeks immediately. “Don’t start.”

“But you’re finally reacting.” Dazai’s voice drops lower. “I was beginning to think you enjoyed tormenting me.”

You turn your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder. Dazai is much closer than before. Warm brown eyes fixed entirely on you. “And if I do?” You ask softly.

Dazai’s expression shifts into something sharper. His hand flattens against your lower back fully this time. Thumb brushing the exposed ink while he leans down slightly, “Then,” Dazai murmurs against the shell of your ear, “I think you should take responsibility for ruining me.”

Heat pools low in your stomach. You barely have time to answer before his hand slides under your shirt again, pulling you up from the chair. He walks you backward down the short hallway, mouth already claiming yours in a slow, deep kiss that leaves you dizzy. The bedroom door clicks shut behind you. Dazai sits on the edge of the bed and tugs you forward until you straddle his lap. His hands settle on your hips, thumbs slipping just beneath the hem of your shirt to brush the edges of your tattoo.

You lean in first this time, threading your fingers through Dazai’s messy hair as your mouths meet again. The kiss starts hungry and quickly turns filthy. Teeth nipping, soft little sounds escaping both of you. Dazai groans quietly into your mouth when you rock your hips against him, feeling how hard he already is beneath you. “Been thinking about this for weeks,” he breathes between kisses, voice rough. “Every time that shirt rides up… every little glimpse of ink… fuck, you have no idea.”

Dazai’s hands roam up your back, dragging your shirt higher. You break the kiss just long enough for him to pull it over your head and toss it aside. Your bra follows seconds later. Then his shirt is gone too, and you press bare chest to bare chest. You reach down to unbutton his pants, but Dazai catches your wrists with a wicked little smile.

“Greedy.” Dazai teases, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Let me look at you first.” He leans back on his hands, eyes dragging slowly down your body. When you try to push him down onto the bed to climb on top, Dazai’s expression shifts. Something dark, flashing across his face. In one smooth motion he flips you. You gasp as your back hits the mattress. Then, hands on your hips, he flips you to your stomach. Dazai is behind you instantly, knees spreading your legs apart as he pulls your hips up so you are on your hands and knees. His chest presses against your back, mouth hot against your ear.

“Not tonight.” Dazai whispers, voice low and possessive. He drags your shorts and underwear down your thighs in one tug, leaving you completely exposed. His hand returns to your lower back immediately, palm smoothing over the tattoo like he is claiming it. Dazai frees himself from his pants. His dick slides against your entrance teasingly.

“Dazai—” You start, but the words are quickly cut off by a moan as he pushes inside you in one slow, deep thrust.

Dazai groans at the same time, hips flush against your ass. “That’s it… look at you. So perfect like this.”

Dazai doesn’t move for a second. He just stays buried deep inside you, savoring the way your body clenches around him. His hand stays pressed flat over your lower back. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this.” His voice is low and rough. “Bent over, ass up, that pretty ink right under my hand while I fuck you.” He rolls his hips once, slow and deep, dragging another moan out of you. “Every time I see it peeking out… I think about bending you over the nearest desk and burying myself in you.”

Dazai starts moving. Hard, steady thrusts that rock you forward on the bed. This would be best described as him ramming into you. His thumb traces the delicate vines and flowers of your tattoo with every snap of his hips. The contrast of his gentle tracing against the way he is slamming into you makes your head spin. “Fuck—Dazai—”

“You like that?” Dazai groans, picking up speed, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “You like me fucking you from behind so I can stare at this gorgeous tattoo? So I can trace it while I wreck this pussy?” Dazai’s hand slides around your hip and down between your legs. Two fingers find your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. “That’s my girl.” He praises. “Look at you taking me so well. So fucking wet for me too. You’ve been dying for this also, haven’t you? ”

Dazai’s thrusts grow harder, almost punishing. While his fingers never stop their relentless rhythm on your clit. The dual sensation, of his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you and the sharp pleasure on your clit, has you trembling. “Come on, sweetheart.” Dazai growls, leaning over you so his mouth is right by your ear. “Cum for me. I want to feel you fall apart while I’m still buried inside you. Then I’m going to paint that pretty tattoo with my cum. Would you like that?”

The words tip you over the edge. You cum hard with a broken cry, walls pulsing around him, thighs shaking. Dazai groans through his teeth, fucking you through it with shallow, greedy thrusts until your orgasm starts to fade. Only then does he pull out. You feel the hot splash of his release a second later, right over the black ink. Dazai groans long and low, stroking himself through the last few spurts.

“Fuck… look at that.” Dazai breathes out. His fingers smear his cum across the design, tracing the lines again, now slick and shiny. “My perfect girl. Marked up just how I wanted.” He collapses beside you and pulls you into his arms, still breathing hard. One hand immediately returns to your lower back, lazily spreading his release over the tattoo like he can’t stop touching it.

After a long, hazy moment Dazai presses a surprisingly soft kiss to your shoulder. “I still need to trace it again when I’m hard again. Maybe a few more times. Just to be thorough.” He murmurs against your skin, a wicked little smile in his voice.

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Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai x Reader and Chuuya x Reader

Reader Type: Black coded

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A Surprise for Dazai

Cooking was something that Dazai despised. He didn't have the motivation to, it was messy, and also he lived a ten minute walk from a convenience store. Why the hell would he ever cook?

Also... There was the fact that you wouldn't let him into the kitchen even if he wanted to.

When you weren't at work or enjoying his company, you could often be found in the kitchen making Western style food. It was expensive, but that's basically what you used your allowance from him for.

Spaghetti, garlic butter, chocolate cake, and now something with crab.

You had sent him out for it, and when he came back you had kicked him out of the kitchen once more.

That had been awhile ago.

Dazai had set himself up on your shared futon, and was reading some evidence for a case while steadily draining a beer he had procured while shopping. He didn't quite have a buzz, but his shoulders had relaxed, and he felt comfortable to let his facade drop while he heard you singing along to SZA while in the next room.

"Osamu, food's on!"

He tossed his book to the side, collected his beer, and went to the cramped kitchen. "Did my lovely Belladonna toss make some hemlock spiced crab for me?"

"You wish." You pulled the table out and plucked up the pot. "Can you set that up for me?"

He did as instructed, curiosity filling him even more. You typically just served bowls if you made stews or soups. You didn't like carrying hot pots and pans everywhere, nor did you allow him to do so either as you didn't want him to get hurt.

See? You're too cute for your own good. He set up the dining table beside the futon, and let you set the pot down.

"Feels like we're about to do a seance!"

"What kinda seances do you go to, Osamu? Never mind, don't answer that." You set the pot down, and pulled off the top. "Ta da~!"

Staring back at him was a pot full of potatoes, crab, corn, and sausage. It smelled warm and salty, but had some kind of an earthy scent too.

He looked up at you with wide eyes, allowing his true expression to show for once. "A crab hot pot for me?"

"Back home we call it a crab boil." You sat down opposite him and grinned. "Happy anniversary, Osamu."

"I didn't-"

"I don't need anything fancy from you." You pushed back a stray braid, your teeth worrying your bottom lip. "I wanted to do this for you. Enjoy it."

Dazai stared at you for a long moment, before closing his eyes and shaking his head. "You're gonna be the death of me one day."

"Yeah, yeah. How about trying this?"

He opened his eyes in time to get a mouth full of potato. It was warm, and buttery, and actually delicious.

"So?"

Dazai swallowed and stole the fork from you. "Can we have this next week to?"

"Ha! I knew you'd like it."

Fin

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Warm

Chuuya rarely had any time off. If he wasn't planning a mission, being dragged off to strange tea shops by Elise, or doing the mountain of paperwork on his desk, he was sleeping.

Actually, that's what he had been doing no less than five minutes ago until the smell of onions, celery, and tomato filled his nose.

That was a sure sign that you were home.

He dragged himself out of bed, and tossed a robe over his shoulders, before padding out of the room. And there you were, listening to some podcast in English while stirring a pot. Your back was to him, and from your relaxed shoulders and the messy bun you'd tossed your curls into, he'd say you were relaxed.

He made his footsteps audible as he entered the kitchen, causing you to twist around with a smile. "Hey, Red. Did you sleep well?"

"Well enough for six hours." A yawn tore through his person, and you shook your head with a snicker. When he got ahold of his words again he gestured to the roiling steam behind you. "What'cha makin' ?"

"Gumbo! It's cold out, so I wanted you to get something warm before you headed out again."

"Ah, didn't have to do that, sweet thing. Got plenty of coffee in the office."

"I know, but," You twisted back around and the stove was shut off with a click. "you're important to me."

He fought the flush off his face as he scratched the back of his head. "Fuck, you know how to make a man feel special."

"Good! Now set the table with some bowls, please."

He did as instructed, taking out a beautiful magnolia printed set out of the China cabinet, before setting them down next to you.

It didn't take long to fill the bowl, and hand it back to Chuuya. The spice of tobasco and garlic made his mouth water.

He stole a spoon and took a bite. Warmth flooded his mouth and stomach, staving off the cold that threatened to creep through his windows and doors.

"So? How's it taste?"

"Best batch you made yet. Gonna have to write down the receipe."

"Ha, you're hilarious."

You served up your portion in a bowl, and you went over to the table. When you tried to sit down, Chuuya snatched you by the waist and sat you in his lap.

"Hey!"

"Just a second like this," He said. "Just a little longer."

He could feel your stare on his face as he took another bite of the gumbo, this time getting a mouthful of okra and sausage. Eventually you sighed and went to your own bowl. He squeezed your hip, and you dropped a hand to squeeze his wrist.

More warmth flooded his body, this one bring with it contentment.

Fin

I hope you enjoyed it! Please take some begniettes and tea on your way out~!

Fyodor smut headcanons

TW: 18+ content, nsfw

Dazai X Reader (with teleportation ability)

background story

Y/N (16 at the time) was a half time worker at the ada but was very often at the PM (btw she didnt tell that they worked in the ada) because she was Chuuyas younger sibling (only by one year) and looked at Koyo like a older sister. she was the one that trained Gins assation skills. She was also kinda close to Dazai, and was bestfriends with Yosano. But since she was 16 she had to go somewhere to study, so she decided to study somewhere in Europe to study coding or something and got in. But while she was there she needed a job so she went around and looked for a job and she found a good paying job but ofc it was a trap that was setup by Nikolai cuz he just wanted to. But somehow she was able to become Nikolai`s student and Sigmas bestfriend. She did finish studying and all that before becoming a DOA member. Years later (21 years old now) went back to Yokoami because Fyvodor was able to get arested. She finally got to catch up with everyone both from the pm and ada (but left out that she joined the DOA) Even though she was with everyone she was alot with Dazai, so Yosano and some other ADA memebers gets curios over this and the do some thing random you decide.

the plot and the request

the reader wants to quit the DOA but feels bad about it beacause she has been with them for a long time so its hard for her (but ends up leavinf before the end)

Dazai x reader

pls no NSFW or smut

chuuya finds out about dazai and reader

looks : 155 cm, Ginger with a white streak of hair, no specific e/c, loves baggy clothes but dosent wear all the time

personality : kinda like Oda but a bit more expressive and lower chanse to get angry than Chuuya but close, loves Cheese chocolate and cats. Dislikes killing for fun, rats (fyvodor PTSD) and creepy people (cough* cough* Mori cough* cough*)

the rest is up to you

its ok if you dont want to do this :) hope you have a wonderful day/night

Dazai x F!reader: falling between stools

A/N:Thanks for the request lovely anon! Sorry for how long it has been sitting in my askbox lol- but now that my break is ended I finally wrote it! I hope you'll like it anyways!

Masterlist

You felt like you were constantly falling between two stools - No, three stools now. You knew this couldn't last. You had to make a choice. But your friends were as scattered around the board of enemy organizations as could be! You couldn't bare leaving even one of them... yet you had to make the choice. The weight of that burning pile of lies wasn't bareable anymore.

You had to leave at least one. Of course, you were going to keep some kind of connection with the PM due to being Chuuya's little sister; but you could manage having connections from the PM all while being in another organization; so the only question would be which?

Which friends were more precious? Those from the ADA or from the DOA? You couldn't just rank them like that! It was ...inhumane! Yet... it was the logical solution. And it's not like being inhumane was a new thing for you, sadly. You had been in the Agency for the longest time. It was time to send your farewells to the DOA.

And there you were, thinking about all of that in the ADA's office. Thankfully, everyone had gone home long ago so no one could witness the mess your face was making as you kept debating with yourself on who to betray. Yet, it was better not to take that risk so you headed home-

"Boo!" There he was. Of course Dazai had to be standing just next to the door, in front of a window from where you were pretty sure he could've seen everything.

"Uhm... good evening?" You awkwardly laughed, hoping he wouldn't question what he, let's be honest, probably witnessed.

"Why are you still here? I thought such a lovely lady would be home by now, bella!" Dazai playfully said, but you knew he had noticed everything. He knew what was up. Yet, he acted like he genuinely had no idea. What was he doing?

"Let me return the question. Why are you standing in front of the agency this late?" You tried to play it cool. I'm not gonna say it worked, I'm trying to do my job as a reliable narrator here, I don't wanna get fired...

"Avoiding the question I see..."

"NO! I just fell asleep working! Not that you'd be able to relate to that." You were trying sooo hard to make his mind wander off somewhere else. Not that it worked though Will I get fired if I'm too mean or too dishonest? This job is so hard I'm quitting goodbye I don't wanna be a narrator anymore I'm traumatized the author is torturing me I'm stuck in their attic please help

"How dare you try and mock me! I thought we were close! How could you!" He dramatically gasped and acted, but you knew it was nothing serious, and this banter made you cheer up a bit.

"But seriously, what were you up to? Let me guess, did you find yourself in yet another enemy organization while you were away?"

Right on point. As always. But afterall, he was the only one who already knew about both your ties to the PM and to the ADA, due to his own ties, so...he'd understand your situation more than anyone.

"Your guesses are too close to reality sometimes. Scary. I like it." You laughed as you said this, trying to keep a straight face. God this was supposed to be a serious moment! Author don't bring out the chainsaw please I swear it's not my fault!I'm a good narrator! Yet... you couldn't help but feel good in his presence, changing your normal behaviours... you weren't supposed to laugh at times like this! And this is going to get me killed ahhhhh

"Anyways, I wouldn't let a lady go home alone this late!" He said, as he confidently took your hand in order to lead you out of the Agency's building. And lead you out he did as he was running through that building.

You felt warmth spread all around your cheeks as he did that, your brain soon overwhelmed from the heat rushing so close to it. "Don't pass out Y/N, Do NOT pass out", you kept on repeating to yourself.

"Would you mind letting me accept your proposition before making me run through the halls?" You managed to let out between your needed gasps for air. Fresh air... how nice it must be to have that...can't relate this basement doesn't really have fresh air

"And would you mind being honest with us? Or at least with me?

Uh oh. Honesty certainly wasnt your forte, especially considering you were a port mafia executive's little sister, yet most of your coworkers were unaware of it. But...Dazai knew almost all of these secrets already. Would it hurt if he knew just one more?

And so... you told him. Everything , from all the organizations, to the atrocities they made you witness. As you were both walking towards who knew were, you shared everything, something which you had never been able to do.

You knew that realistically, this wasn't safe, not in the slightest. Yet... yet it felt safe, talking about it with him, right here, right now.

And...he wasn't even answering. But the strangest thing was that it didn't bother you in the slightest. It felt as if you were just writing in your diary... except it wouldn't leave any trace. Which you were quite scared of, considering your past in ennemy organization.

Except of course...Dazai's memory. You thought this would scar him forever, but considering who he was... he had probably seen way worse. Which only made you feel even more comfortable in his presence.

Progressively, the buildings you were passing by got more and more familiar. But you were so focused on your talking, that you let him lead the way to wherever you were going.

Until...you finally noticed it...he was leading you... to yours and Chuuya's meeting point! At which you were supposed to see him 20 minutes ago. Oh your brother was going to be pissed by how late you were... especially when he'll see who brought you here. Maybe you'll start to understand what my life's like as a poor narrator;;

"Y/N! You're twenty whole fucking minutes late! What the fuck were you doing?"Chuuya yelled at you from across the street right when he heard your voice. That was until he saw you... And the man you were with.

"And...What the heck is this mackerel doing here with you?!" Dazai was grinning ear to ear when you finally noticed what his plans were. Which really wasn't a pleasant realization.

"Well Chibi, I'll have you know that if it weren't for me, your poor defenseless little sister would have went home alone, in this dark of a night! She could have gotten kidnapped!" He put his hand on his heart, taking a dramatic tone, which your brother certainly didn't like.

Hi! I’m really sorry about your grade and I hope this comforts you in some way! This is my first request and I tried my best! 🤍 I hope you enjoy this and feel better soon!! 🤍

Perfect

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒𝟏𝟑

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟐 𝐦𝐢𝐧. 𝟐 𝐬𝐞𝐜.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Chuuya reassures you — a high-achiever perfectionist — when you receive an imperfect grade.

Chuuya walked into your room and immediately felt the energy shift. You were always happy, bubbly; but when it came to your academics you took it harder than anyone. He set down the mini bouquet of flowers he had gotten you at a nearby corner store and placed them on your bedside table. He figured you would like them since you had been so stressed lately.

He walked up behind your desk chair and slid his arms across your chest, resting his chin on your head. You stiffened at first but didn’t attempt to push him away. So he stayed there. Your heartbreaking test paper covered with tears serving as a reminder of why your hands stuck to your face like glue.

“I’m—” Your words got cut off by your tears and sniffling. “—I’m so useless.”

“You aren’t useless.” He reformed in a soft tone. He leaned down and pressed a kiss against your head and temple. “But I am.” You interjected but Chuuya shook his head.

You let out a heavy breath and slid your fingers across the underparts of your eyes. “I always have been. No matter how much I study, no matter how much I— I can’t do anything right.”

When you swallowed heavily and wiped your face again, Chuuya took this opportunity to take your lightened hands in his. His thumbs gliding across your soft skin. “Perfect isn’t always right you know, I’m not perfect and I think I’m pretty right for you. No one in this world is perfect. And if someone says they are, they aren’t because they’re liars.”

His matter of factness made you laugh even if you didn’t want to. “So, don’t be so hard on yourself. I know that’s harder said than done but at the end of the day, life isn’t fair and it isn’t perfect. No one is.” Chuuya shifted his chin to your shoulder and pressed another kiss against your cheek once he wiped it. “So, come on, stand up. I need to hug you.”

Chuuya knew you would resist but he turned your chair around anyway. He pulled your hands away from your face to help you stand up and once you did, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.

“I love you.” He whispered. Your body started to break down into tears again prompting him to rest his hand on the back of your head. “I’ll always be here for you. Perfect or not.”

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𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭? 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

Snow Days With (some of) The BSD Boys

a/n: idk why but my christmas posts do so well and I want to write again, so here I am. feel free to request I do this for more characters

Warnings: fem implied (? maybe ?) no prns used, dazai SLIGHTLY suggestive

Chuuya:

He is kind of a surprise, because he wants to make you happy. So when it started to get into the winter season, he wants to do all the cheesy Christmas stuff with you. He loves the snow and thinks it is really beautiful, but he HATES the cold. Even with his jacket and constantly having you to cuddle up next to, he is still cold.

So Chuuya really likes to have an inside snow day. He enjoys the fireplace and hot chocolate (wine of course too). He is often found cuddling up with you in a loveseat close to the fire place.

"Hey little lamb, are you enjoying yourself?" "Mhm! Of course I am, Chuuya."

When the cold snow starts falling and covering the ground in a new fresh sheet of snow, Chuuya will always keep you warm in his high rise apartment, looking over the people of Yokohama.

Dazai:

Where do I even start with him. He loves all things winter, and he especially likes people watching. Dazai likes going to the bar and watching everyone chat about their busy holidays back home in Yokohama. It almost reminds him of this time of year when Oda was still around.

Now hear me out, in the spirit of the holiday, Dazai often takes you shopping to stores all around the city. But aside from buying gifts and snacks for you, he wants you to help him pick out gifts for Kenji and Kyouka. And orphans in the local areas. Dazai knows that it's what Oda would do and it gives Dazai a warm sense of accomplishment. He also loves to watch you in awe over all the new toys that come out every year always bigger and better than the last.

He also gets baby fever sometimes because he genuinely loves seeing you interact with the kids and looking at all the baby clothes etc. So sometimes Dazai does flirt and tease you during this season ;).

Atsushi:

Everyone's favorite tiger! He really loves the snow! Especially now that he feels safe in his apartment and has nice warm clothes. Atsushi will absolutely look at you like a begging puppy to go build snowmen with him. Given that he hasn't experienced christmas like most other people, Atsushi will take you out to the fountain and store fronts to look at all of the beautiful lights.

Atsushi is a clumsy romantic, he catches himself staring at the lights reflections in your eyes. Or the way that snowflakes stay in your hair. Don't even get him started on the rosy tint on your cheeks. He definitely grabs your face (gently) and kisses you. (yes he is nervous, but the confidence is hot).

Also! Always making you handmade snowflakes, gifts, cards etc.

Ranpo:

This one is easy, he takes you out for warm drinks. Hot cocoa, coffee and pastries. He might seem selfish but he knows your bakery order by heart and would never make you pay (especially if you don't work at the agency with him). He constantly has candy in his pockets and when kids come up to him for having it, he will give you a reluctant sigh and give them one of his least favorites from his pocket.

Ranpo also really likes to stay in and watch movies with you. Mainly mystery ones, bonus points if they are holiday themed. He likes to watch with lots of snacks and talk to you about how very easy it is for him to see right through the plot of the movie. Sometimes if you are really into the movie you can try and debate with him on what the ending will be or who the villain is. Ranpo will SOMETIMES let you win, but other times it is just bonding for you two. Being close and talking (and snacking).

Fyodor:

Fyodor is absolutely no stranger to snow, but due to him being an enemy of the state essentially he doesn't go out a lot. Especially because he doesn't want to put you in danger. I mean, it is shocking enough that he wanted an s/o, so he isn't going to use you as some kind of bait or parts of his schemes.

I think he is a big fan of watching snow from afar, and not really getting into it. And he'll never admit it but he loves when you steal his warm clothes (just don't stain it). He will cook you warm and delicious meals from back home and light beautiful candles.

You were the first to insist on decorating, but he grew to really enjoy watching you get tangled up in garland and sparkling ornaments. Plus he's tall and enjoys towering over you to help put the topper of your choice on the very tippy top of the tree.