You were refreshing to say the least. Like ice cold water splashed on his face, waking every fibre of his being. You were like cool air filling his lungs on a cold winter night, pulling and expanding it till it could hold no more; till his throat burned with lack of itâand then letting it all outâslowly, steadilyâthe breath turning to a dissipating mist, disappearing into the night.
Perhaps it was a childlike thingâthis thing between you twoâa sort of need for a friend his age (that wasnât Chuuya) turned schoolboy crush. Or perhaps it was the sense that you, like him, was just as lost and stuck as he was. Perhaps he sought comfort from you in that sense. Whatever it was that drew him to youâwalking you to classes in the mornings, sitting in cafĂŠs and libraries in the afternoons, and even occasionally climbing through your window at nightâhe couldnât find it in himself to shake him off you.
Heâd met you on a cloudy gloom of a day. He remembers it clearly, the encounter heâd had then.
You had emerged after the rain, like victory after a battle.Â
He watched you curiously as you went about your taskâtaking worms from the cold grey sidewalk and placing them instead upon damp earth and grass. He watched how you handled each worm with such care, such cautionâas to a jeweler to his gems, an artisan to his crafts. How meticulously you searched for any potential creatures you might have missed. How contented the smile that settled on your face as you watched the worms wriggle about in the grass. He wondered then what inspired such action, curiosity carrying his feet to your form.
âWhy are you doing that?â he asked.
You startled slightly at his voice, unaware youâd been watched as you did your thing. Youâd turned to him, eyes wide in that sort of innocent way, filled with a hint of embarrassment that youâd been caught in the act of something so silly.
âJust being kind to life,â you answered.
âWhy?â
âWhy not?â You stood up then, patting down your pants and shrugged nonchalantly.Â
You looked down at the worms, your foot fiddling about, idly drawing on the puddles that formed.
âWell, to be completely honest, I just...rather feel bad for the worms that die on the sidewalk when the rain dries.â
He learned it slowly by your side, and he felt it nowâthe irrationality of passionâas he kissed you so fervently. His movements slightly rough and demanding as his lips chased yours, hands gripping at your waist tightly as he pushed you further into the corner heâd backed you intoâall too eager to consume youâtasting all you had to offer.
You, however, remained gentle with himâyour touches tender and mellowânever rushed, never aggressive. As if he were a precious, fragile artifactâdelicate, sensitive, beautifulâand you were afraid to break him.Â
Your hand moved lightly, lingering on his chest, his shoulder, his chin, until finally settling on his cheek, thumb rubbing soft circles upon it, the other coming to wrap around his shoulders and tangling in his hair, tenderly running your fingers through it in a rhythmic pat.
And all he could feel was youâevery aspect that made up your very being. The kindness in the way you touched him, the curiosity in every kiss you returned, the wonder in your gasps, the absolute unfiltered honesty in the way you pressed against him so desperately.
God, he could get lost in you forever.
You broke apart, breathless and panting heavily. His forehead rested on yours tiredly, eyes still shut as yours were, mouths still so tantalizingly close together. Your breathing synced, breaths mixing as you drew together subconsciously, trying to gather about your wits.
He leaned further into you, brushing your lips together, eyes opening to gaze at you.
âStay,â he whispered. âStay the night.â
You opened your eyes and met his gazeâa pleading look upon them, longing for your affirmation. It was a rare display of vulnerability from himâa sort of honesty so naked and unguarded.
You pressed into his touch and allowed your lids to fall over your eyes once more.
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I lost a fic that has an amazing story! Does anyone know what is it, please?
Dazai is still in the Port mafia/Dark Era. Mori assigns Dazai to kill reader. His lover. It looks like he won't. But at the end, Dazai kills reader with a gun at alleyway, lefting their body there.
Chuuya was assigned to follow reader, and was a bit excited to do the job, but does nothing because in Mori's words. Chuuya just need to follow. Mori is sure Dazai will do the job.
Dazai at the end dismisses the idea of a demon prodigy having feelings. Yet, he is heartbroken.
Bsd Characters as Things My Family Has Said Part 2
I didnât feel like writing again, so hereâs some more of this.
Part 1, Part 3.
PM!Chuuya, about PM!Dazai: (S)he hates gay things.
Kouyou: (S)heâs gay!
PM!Drunk!Dazai: Taxi, Taxi, Taxi! I need to go to the hospital!
PM!Drunk!Chuuya: Are you dying?
Dazai: No.
Chuuya: Are you going to the hospital to kill people?
Dazai: Yes.
Chuuya: Iâve been there.
PM!Dazai: Yay, an ATM.
PM!Chuuya: Thatâs a vending machine.
Ranpo: No, see, Iâm on page a thousand, and you guys are just stupid.
Dazai: You are dreaming, you are dead, and God is an alligator.
Dazai: Itâs new, and improved, and worse.
Ranpo: I mean, it makes sense; heâs a loser.
Dazai: Clothes are the worst, they cover up EVERYthing.
Yosano: I think youâre just bad.
Dazai: I think you have too much attitude, young woman.
specifically when he's in heat, his first heat ever and he's so so confused on what's happening to his body. his dick is always rock hard and he finds himself panting and whining and wanting to be around you so much more. he doesn't know why. but fuck does he need you.
he manages to get ahold of some aphrodisiacs, slipping them into your drinks in hope it'll give him an opening to ask. that you'll be too drunk to remember in the morning anyway. he can let you know about how he's been feeling.
he can't let you know about where your underwear has been going, though.
he'll manage to get you to oblige, grinding against your thigh as you kiss him. and fuck he swears he's in heaven. he doesn't know why he feels like this, but he's tearing up from how wonderful it is, sobs slipping through his lips as he reaches his first orgasm through his slacks. there's an obvious damp mark, but he hopes you'll forget either way.
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PMZAI MY SWEET BABYYYYY
You're so right tho he wouldn't know what's happening but he can't keep his hands off himself. Suddenly lights are too bright and smells too overwhelming, and all his clothes feel too rough against his skin, all he wants to do is curl up in a blanket burrito and jerk off. And of course you smell so good all of a sudden, your hands feel so soft when you pet him and he can't stop wishing you'd touch him everywhere else. He'd try so many underhanded things to get you on him, getting you drunk or high or slipping you aphrodisiacs. (Funny alternative: they only work on hybrids and Pmzai wants to tear his hair out because you're supposed to be jumping him but you're chilling).
The instant you let him he's on you, grabbing your shirt and grinding sloppily against you while he trembles all over, cumming so fast but he doesn't soften at all. Just keeps whining and crying as he kisses you because his clothes are all scratchy and he's sensitive so it hurts, but he doesn't want to leave for an instant or get off you for long enough to undress. You'll have to strip him yourself and drag him to bed while he clings to you.
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pmzai is so cute ugghh!! sure, heâs insecure, but he also knows heâs pretty. wants everything served to him on silver platter once he gets used to affection, and youâre more than happy to oblige. get him a nice leather collar for him to wear, bonus points if it has a heart-shaped tag, hand feed him crab legs from that you got from his favorite restaurant, brush out his hair every morning and give him a scalp massage, take nice pictures of him whenever he wants, especially if theyâre obviously suggestive.
-pmzai anon
Yes <33 he knows he can weaponise himself against you, knows that tugging on your sleeve and giving you a pretty pout and some big, sad eyes will get him anything in the world. First he'd ask for material things or things he didn't want to do himself; groceries, reports etc. But when he gets used to the affection? Begs you for kisses or for you to pick him up, or walks by wearing your shirt and nothing else hoping he won't have to ask. He knows the answer is yes, he just likes it when you take him of your own accord. He will beg for snacks afterwards though.
i want to wrap 15!dazai up in a blanket and cuddle and take care of him all cutely :3 heâs just a little guy that needs to be spoiledâŚI just wanna kiss him all over the face and praise him
Yes <33 feed him ice cream and pet his hair and get him colourful bandages he's just a baby (ignore the murder)
Okay, pmzai anon is officially one of my favorite people on Tumblr ever (including you!!)
Dhsjsjsj definitely. He'd be mumbling softly to stop against your neck, all while shallowly thrusting into your hand. He'd bite back a shaky moan when you squeeze his cock and whisper in his ear to shut up and take it, because why would he ask to stop if he was moving his hips and whimpering into your neck?
After he cums though, just kiss him softly. That'll make tears prick at the ends of his eyes again. Be soft with the poor baby let's overlook his crime rate shall we
Also. Fuck. I can't stop thinking about Chuuya either. Why do I feel like he'd be one of the sweetest of the BSD boys but also one of the roughest at times-
Anyway we stan Chuuya so. I can understand your feelings.
Hope you're having a good day, btw!
~ đ´ anon
Pmzai is just a little babyyyyyy he's a darling boy <3 kiss him and brush the hair out of his face and treat him very nice
And fuck yeah Chuuya has it all. He's so gorgeous and romantic, makes you feel so loved. Holds you and kisses you, always hugging you and smiling at you, he's whipped and he can't even try to hide it.
