#And Dazai knows this so he frequently does it to him

[corrupted-bandages]

:poke poke poke: :>

S-Stop that!

[osarina]

ᡣ𐭩 BRING YOUR LOVE, I'LL BRING MY SHAME

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: dazai knows he shouldn't be doing this. you haven't been sleeping well lately, and he could wait, but he has no self-control—not when it comes to you. (wordcount: 1.5k; nsfw)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: i don't even know where this one came from i'll be real. the demons took over i suppose

GENERAL WARNINGS: fem!reader, somno, dazai lowkey degrades himself, thigh fucking, dazai doesn't shut up.

Dazai wakes up sweaty and uncomfortable.

His t-shirt is drenched and his sweatpants cling to his skin, body sticky all over. His breath is shuddered and hitched, catching over a moan before his hand flies to his mouth to smother it in surprise. Heart erratic in his chest, Dazai’s eyes are wide as he stares up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what’s wrong with him.

It doesn’t take long for him to put it all together—even with his mind fogged from sleep and the sudden horniness, Dazai can feel the way his cock is straining against his sweatpants, heavy and throbbing as if he’d just been on the verge of release when he was dragged out of sleep into the land of the waking.

Every time his eyes slide shut, he can catch glimpses of whatever his dream had been about. He can’t recall the details of it, but he can recall the feeling of your body sliding on top of his, the slickness of skin-on-skin and the tightness of your cunt wrapped around his cock. His lips part in a silent moan, lashes fluttering as his head drops back against the pillow.

Fuck.

He tries to even out his heartbeat, but it’s hard when he can hardly focus because of the image of you constantly flashing through his mind. His cock aches for release, body trembling, and Dazai is at a loss.

This has never happened to him before.

Dazai has a notably low libido. He used to seek out sex frequently, not because he found pleasure in it—sometimes because he needed something from someone and it was the easiest way of getting it, but most of the time, it was just a quick way for him to escape from his mind for a bit, for him to feel something other than the emptiness in his hollow chest.

Until he met you, at least. You stumbled into his life one random Tuesday and completely altered his viewpoint on everything from the concept of love and humanity to his ever-wavering place on the thin line between life-and-death. He’s experienced countless firsts with you: his first time being nervous about a date, his first time being in love, his first time feeling sick and anxious over a fight.

He supposes he shouldn’t be surprised that he’s facing another first.

Dazai lets out a low groan as he rolls over onto his side, reaching out blindly over to where you should be sleeping next to him. He lets out a breath of relief when his fingers find purchase on your hip, tugging you closer to him until your body his flush against his, cock pressed against the back of your thigh.

“Baby, wake up,” Dazai breathes out, pouting as he nudges his noise into your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of you greedily. His breath is shaky as he rolls his hips, catching over a moan as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. “Please.”

He knows he’s being selfish. You’ve been complaining incessantly about upcoming exams and how shitty you’ve been sleeping because of preparation for them, and he should just ignore his hard-on and let you sleep or take care of it in the bathroom if he really needs to, but Dazai thinks he would rather die than fuck his fist after being spoiled so long with your pussy and mouth, and he definitely does not have the self-control to just ignore it.

He lets out a soft noise of complaint when you don’t even stir, hazy gaze flickering up to your nightstand, sighing when he sees your bottle of sleeping pills not properly closed on your nightstand.

“You’re not gonna be up for a while are you,” Dazai complains, voice edging on a whine as trails sloppy kisses across your neck, up to your jaw. He relishes in the way you let out a pleased, sleepy sigh when he nips at that spot you love behind your ear, body reacting to him even when drugged unconscious. “You’re so pretty, baby. Look at what you do to me.”

You won’t mind, won’t you? Dazai moans shakily as his hand slips down beneath the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down just enough to free his cock. His eyes half-roll back when he closes his fist around the base of his cock, kisses becoming a bit more desperate and bruising as he gives himself a few quick pumps.

He knows you won’t—in fact, the two of you have talked about this before. Given, it was him making lecherous comments about wanting you to use his body while he’s sleeping, but you’d given him a coy smile and answered with a prompt ‘only if you do the same with mine.’ Dazai naturally had agreed if only to get you to do it to him because he thought it would be sexy as hell, but he had no intentions of following through.

Yet, here he is.

“Want you so bad, baby,” Dazai breathes out, shifting forward to press his cock against your thighs, letting out a low groan as he rocks his hips forward and his cock slides between your plush thighs, tight enough and soft enough to have it twitching against you. “Don’t wanna fuck you while you’re sleeping, I’ll miss out on all your pretty noises.”

Dazai whimpers against your skin, fucking your thighs slowly. He shifts on his side a bit, just enough for him to catch sight of your peaceful face as you sleep next to him, blissfully unaware of your perverted boyfriend using your body to get himself off next to you.

“I’m such a creep,” Dazai whines, rocking his hips a bit faster, eyes rolling back as his tip rubs up against your damp panties. “You put up with so much of my shit, baby, I’m sorry, I just can’t get enough of you.”

One of his hands slide up your body, beneath the hem of your shirt to smooth over your warm skin. His breath is ragged as he palms your breast, thumb circling over your nipple, lips returning to your neck. He chokes over air when you shift in your sleep, letting out another soft moan, rubbing back against him, thighs squeezing a bit tighter around his cock.

“How can I when you’re so pretty?” Dazai gasps, rutting his hips faster, dark hair matted to his forehead and sweat beading at his skin. “And all mine. You’re so mine, baby, and I’m all yours. I’d do anything for you. Anything. You’re-hah, ffuck—so perfect, I’ll never let you go. Never.”

Dazai’s voice is ragged, ruined, the grip he has on your hips and breast firm and possessive. His lips slide messily up and down your neck, no longer able to hold his eyes open as he fucks your thighs faster, pushing himself closer and closer to the edge, moving with almost a primal type of urgency as he lets out muffled, wanton moans into your skin.

“I’m—ngh, shit—I’m so close, baby. Feel so good. What’re you doin’ to me, huh? Never-never felt like this before.” Dazai’s rambles are almost unintelligible, words catching over shameless moans and pants. He licks up your neck, tugging at your earlobe, and Dazai is almost frustrated; his abdomen is tight, his body trembling with desire. He can feel himself on the edge, so close, but unable to push himself over. The noise that spills from his lips is pitched and pathetic; he can feel tears build in the corner of his eyes as he thrusts his hips faster, desperate for release. “I wish you were awake, I need you, baby.”

His grip on your body tightens, he sucks below your ear, teeth teasing your skin. His eyes slide shut, he drowns in the sloppy sound of his cock sliding between your thighs, the copious amounts of precum acting as ample lube as he does his best to chase release but he can’t.

“You’re driving me crazy, baby.” Dazai’s words cut off into a sob as he presses his face into the crook of your neck. He rocks his hips faster, desperate for what seems like an unattainable release. "Ah, this is so embarrassing, you drive me crazy."

He gnaws his bottom lip raw in frustration, wants to slip your panties to the side, bury himself in your cunt. His fingers slide down your body, inching below the hem of your panties and-

Dazai should be fucking ashamed, he knows it deep in his heart, but he's so clouded with lust and pleasure that he can hardly even acknowledge that. Fucking your thighs while you're asleep when he knows you haven't been sleeping well and still wanting more?

“‘samu?”

At the sound of your voice, tired and sleepy, confused—it’s all it takes to send him over the edge. He gasps out your name, body shuddering, cock twitching as he cum coats your panties and inner thighs.

His arms tighten around you, chest rising and falling rapidly as he rests his forehead on your shoulder blade, trying to catch his breath. He smiles when he feels your hand come to rest on top of his, fingers lacing with his own.

“You didn’t wait for me to wake up,” you pout, turning your head to the side. Dazai lifts his head to press his lips against yours, a slow and deep kiss that rattles Dazai’s bones—god, he’s never loved someone like you before.

“Forgive me?” Dazai hums softly, smiling against your lips.

“Make it up to me,” you counter, eyes glittering as you look at him.

Dazai’s smile widens, flipping the two of you over so that he’s hovering above you. His lips ghost yours as he murmurs, “With pleasure.”

[himimosa]

how they hug

some headcannons on how dazai osamu, nakahara chuuya and edogawa ranpo hugs...

Dazai Osamu

-Dazai is exceptionally observing. Even though he can't empathize with all feelings people have, he knows what to do in social situations by mimicking others, it is just about if he cares or wants to do it...

-"polite hug": This is the hug you see most in social life when you greet someone you are not close with, where the lower bodies don't touch and only arms gently holding the other by shoulders. This hug is for his acquaintances or people he interacts with for work.

- "embracing hug": He wraps his arms very tightly around the other's back. If he hugs you like this, you feel safe and sound. You can hear his heartbeat, his slow breathing. He might give a few pats to your head or back. He usually use this hug for comforting people who he cares when they are crying or feeling down...or if he wants to give someone a false sense of trust and manipulate them...

- "clingy hug": Where he just jumps into the arms of you... He wraps his arms and whole body around you like an octopus. He buries his neck wherever he likes at that moment; your hair, your neck, your chest. He whines like a little child, says how much he missed you and says that he won't let you go now... (the thing is, sometimes he hugs Kunikida exactly like this because Dazai knows this level of clinginess drives the poor guy crazy: "Dazai put your fucking arms away from me and go back to work you waste of bandages!")

Nakahara Chuuya

- I don't think Chuuya does hug a lot of people. Or does he even hug?.. He doesn't look like someone who hugs to greet people in a mafioso meeting. I can't even imagine him hugging anyone to just greet them in the port mafia, he looks more like the type who gives a nod with his head or a firm handshake at most... But even not so frequently, this redhead mafia executive has times he hugs too:

- "drunk hugs": Where he loosely puts his hand around the shoulder of whoever he is drinking with that night. (might be Akutagawa or Tachihara) This is more like a side hug, where he hums and swings the song that is currently playing on the bar, even if there is no music he will sing and swing...

-"hug with only one arm": (This is sad, please don't hate me) His job is not the most chill one, he loses people who work under him. Sometimes he loses underlings and he prefers to give their death notifications to their families by himself. He is someone who takes care of people who are under his wing, it counts for their loved ones too... When they break down with the news -the dead one's friend or companion or child doesn't matter- chuuya will simply put his gloved hand on the back of their head, and let them cry into his shoulder or chest. This is a reassuring type of hug that says "I am still here and I will take care of you"

-"stir on the air hug": This is how this man hugs you. No matter your height or weight, he is the gravity manipulator. Whenever he hugs you, he can't help but slyly and abruptly pick you up from the ground by your waist and draw circles with you. You feel like a feather in this man's arms and can't help but laugh when he rotates around like a child. He loves to adore your giggly face from the downside. And if you give him a kiss from that angle? He is the happiest man ever...

Edogawa Ranpo

- I believe that Ranpo is the clingiest among them. It is only about if he feels comfortable enough... He won't hug any acquaintance for greeting like Dazai, (i don't think he handshakes too, he probably only waves his hand to greet) But with people who he feels closer with, like Ada members? Now that's a different story...

-"hugs with jumps": You know the hugs when two people who haven't seen each other for a long while that they run into each other's arms with a jump? Ranpo doesn't need a long separation for this hug, if he is overexcited about something, he will jump before hugging. Once he jumped over Kunikida just to prove that Kunikida will catch him even if it means to drop all documents in his hands, and Kunikida exactly did that (if you know the Terry-Jack scene from B99, you know this) (also poor Kunikida)

-"back hugs": Ranpo doesn't do much at the office, his job is mostly outdoors, at crime scenes... So whenever he is at the office if he is not eating snacks, he is probably on someone's shoulders. He loosely wraps his arms around their shoulders, his head sometimes rests on one shoulder. Sometimes he helps their case files with his great skills, sometimes he just wants to bother them because he is bored. If you are working at the ada, good luck because he is never leaving you. He is like a little mosquito (a loveable one) His head is always around your ears, he never shuts up. And sometimes he bites...

-"hide my face hugs": (Again, this is sad) There are only a few people in the world Ranpo hugs like that. One would be the president Fukuzawa on a very bad day, the other would be you... Unlike others, Ranpo hugs like that in only private. He wraps his shaky arms around your waist and buries his face near your shoulder or chest. He doesn't lift his head for a while, but you can feel his shivering and the wetness on you because of his tears. He may or may not cry aloud, but he will cry. He needs you to shield him from the world, maybe pat his head and whisper everything will be okay...

[noodlesoup1819]

Day 2: Mental Disability - Autistic Ranpo

I didn't get to doing anything proper for this day, but Autistic Ranpo is featured heavily on Day 7, so keep an eye out for that. (this can sort of be read as the background for that post if you want to know what my personal interpretation is.)

Instead let's talk about some of my Autistic Ranpo Headcanons! (ft. Poe and emotional support animal Karl)

(these are my personal hcs based on my autistic experience and is not reflective of everyone's interpretation and experience of autism <3)

I think Ranpo went undiagnosed until several months of living with Fukuzawa. Because of Ranpo's intellect, no one ever really questioned the things he struggled with until Fukuzawa.

The first time Fukuzawa started thinking there might be something actually up (rather than Ranpo just being Ranpo) was the first time he properly got lost trying to navigate the subway. Ranpo ended up going missing for serval hours 4 towns over and Fukuzawa finally found him curled up on a bench having a meltdown.

Another thing that clued him in was food. Fukuzawa, trying to be the Responsible Adult™️, pushed a little too hard about not having so many sweets. It wasn't until there was a big blow-up fight about it that Fukuzawa understood that Ranpo wasn't just being picky.

It took a little time, but the two of them fell into a rhythm and Fukuzawa became a safe space for Ranpo.

Before the agency was set up properly, Fukuzawa kept stim toys and earplugs in his sleeves for whenever Ranpo needed them. (now he keeps them in his desk drawer)

After getting a diagnosis and settling into the agency, Ranpo manages his autism much better. The agency always has someone there to help him navigate, everyone respects him in spite of his childish demeanor, and he has a very set routine.

When things do get overwhelming, he still has places within the agency to calm down. Fukuzawa will always let him join him for tea in his office. Having made a bit of an adoptive sister in Yosano she let's him chill out in his office if he ever needs any down time (everyone's too scared of her to bother him when he's in there.)

The rest of the agency is good at accommodating him too. Kunikida has no problem using his ability to make stim toys or aids for him whenever they're out on a case. Dazai, while kind of a pain in the ass, gives him some good intellectual stimulation when they hang out that's hard for him to get elsewhere (they're besties you can't convince me otherwise). Atsushi carries around snacks for him. And everyone regardless of who they are will help him navigate transportation.

Eventually he also has Poe who he can either go to or call to come and bring Karl. The author has a really calming presence and having a soft animal to pet and play with always helps.

Speaking of Poe, their first interaction will always haunt him as one of his autistic blunders. Ranpo really respected him as a detective and wanted to complement his skills... but didn't quite realize comparing him to himself would sound like gloating. He's really glad to have met Poe again (even if it was through a 6 year revenge plot).

Poe also understands his autism in a way that most people don't, being autistic himself.

The first time Ranpo had a proper meltdown around Poe was before Ranpo had the chance to explain his autism to him. After calming down, Ranpo was super impressed with how Poe dealt with it and it led to a conversation about both of their experiences growing up and why Poe has Karl as his emotional support animal.

Ranpo also gets headaches frequently. He's never really found a cause, but he suspects his autism has something to do with it.

When he was young and lived with Fukuzawa, Fukuzawa would let him sleep with his head in his lap and play with his hair when things got bad. (He would still let him, but Poe does it most often now)

This got long 😅 but I hope you enjoyed! 💖

[ruified]

I realyyyy love angst :D

There's a oneshot or a scenario that i've been thinking about that's been rotting all over my head where what if reader / s/o is in their deathbed and about to die soon to a uncurable illness and (character) (i guess chuuya or sigma? idm) who thinks of reader as someone special to them is watching over them until their very last breath

LIKE

WHAT WILL THWY DO AND HOW WILL THEY REACT BEFORE AND AFTER DEATH!?!?

Haha my silly little idea is getting the best of me i just wanted to share this idea because i want my feelings to get hurt

❝ until your last 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ˎˊ˗

warnings: death . characters: dazai osamu, atsushi nakajima, sigma, fyodor dostoevsky, chuuya nakahara . synopsis: their s/o is on their deathbed, they all have their own ways of coping with it . a/n: sorry this took me so long to get to, i was thinking very hard! i hope this is to your liking and you don’t mind little ideas like this instead of a scenario ^^;

DAZAI —

— Dazai doesn’t know what to exactly make of the whole situation, you are so incredibly important to him and now he’s going to lose you? It’s sending him into a downward spiral.

— He refuses to touch you anymore, he just can’t do it

— He wants to make the most out of what little time you have left together but he also has an urge to cut ties with you and make it easier on both of you

— He eventually decides that he can hold your hand at least while you lay in that hospital bed

— After you pass, he tries his best to take care of himself because he knows that’s what you’d want, but that doesn’t mean it’s not hard

— He visits your grave frequently at first, then it dies down to your birthday, anniversaries, and holidays

ATSUSHI —

— He has been keeping a close eye on you since he first noticed you were sick, and he’s been taking great care of you ever since! However, that doesn’t stop the inevitable

— When he heard the news, tears welled in his eyes and he had to excuse himself, he didn’t want to cry in front of you

— He kept you company as much as he could

— On days where he had a lot of work, he’d ask someone else like Kyouka to go check on you

— He would prepare little lunch boxes for you every day and bring them to you

— He brings a lunch box to your grave for you

SIGMA —

— He paced around a lot in the hospital room, especially after he heard the news

— He tried so hard to think of a solution but nothing realistic came to mind

— He had you come stay in a room at the casino so he could at least still be close to you even when he had work

— Your room was kept away from any other visitors and was close to his office, making it easy for him to check on you

— He asked his staff members to change your glass of water frequently and give you a new warm blanket when you needed it

— He kept himself busy with work to try and keep away the dread of your passing

FYODOR —

— After hearing the news, he decided it would be best to care for you at home instead of being kept in such a dreary hospital

— He would read books to you to keep you entertained

— He’d bring his laptop into your room sometimes so that he could at least keep you company even while he worked

— He’d cook soup for you frequently, sometimes even feeding it to you

— He asks you if you have any wishes before you go, he doesn’t want you leaving with any regrets, and he does whatever he can to make it all come true

— He attends to any possible unfinished business you may have before your passing so that you can go without worry

CHUUYA —

— He really doesn’t believe it at first

— He contacts Mori and asks him to look over the medical records and tell him the truth; Mori tells him that it is in fact all real

— He’ll often sit next to you and squeeze your hand, refusing to let go

— He’ll fall asleep with you in your hospital room, draped over you in your bed

— He sits next to you and cuts your apple slices into bunnies, or sometimes other, more intricate shapes

— He asks you often if there’s anything you need him to do for you, also wanting to fulfill any last wishes you may have

— He makes sure you have a proper funeral, he’s tired of those he cares about not getting one.

[kaelohver]

@KAELOHVER☆

DRUNKEN CONFESSIONS

Summary: In a drunken state, you confess your romantic feelings to them (possibly ooc for Nikolai)

•CHUUYA NAKAHARA

Chuuya chuckled, passing you some more wine as of your request whilst you recalled something from earlier in the day to him.

You’re both in the Mafia so one day you decided to ask Chuuya if he’d like to drink together at a local bar.

Of course, he’d only really seen you at work, (which somehow still solidified his feelings for you) so he was quite discreetly happy at the invitation.

Eventually, you found yourselves in a routine of drinking at each other’s houses atleast every 2 weeks (it’s usually one but work can be rather long and tiring) and frequently texting or chatting in other ways.

Which is how you found yourself getting rather drunk at Chuuya’s apartment.

Despite Chuuya’s love for wine, he’d declined drinking for a moment so he could finish off a report to Mori due tomorrow.

He hadn’t meant to be so late with finishing it but by the time he had, you’d been drunk already.

"Oi, Chuuyaa…" You whine, hiccuping briefly as you stare at the finger in front of you.

His eyes widened at your whining before a small smile appeared on his face, “What’s up?”

“You—You’re up~” You giggled, smiling at him with a flushed and drunken look.

He didn’t breath for a second, your giggle replaying through his mind over and over again.

"Hey, I haven’t even started drinking yet and you’re already drunk.. Wait next time, would ya?” He huffed out, crossing his arms jokingly.

You giggled even more at that, “Ehh, Sorry, Chuu!”

He paused for a moment before he blushed and turned his head away, muttering about how you had no idea what you do to him.

"Hey, Chuuya.. Wanna know who I have a crush on?” You suddenly questioned, seemingly unaware of your drunken blubbering.

His eyes widened once again, he knew he really shouldn’t but he supposes it wouldn’t hurt if you probably wouldn’t remember the outcome…

So, he nodded and watched you excitedly begin talking.

“M’kay! He’s ginger, he has r—really great fashion sense and is a Mafia executive!” You exclaimed, unaware of how obvious it was in your current state.

For a third time that evening, his eyes widened, much more than the previous times. He’d never really seen any other male Mafia executives with ginger hair with a good fashion sense (which, in his opinon, he had).

He wasn’t aware of any Mafia’s around here and it’s not like Mori thinks they ought to involve ourselves with any…

“Oh? And what name does this man have?” He asks, tilting his head in false confusion.

"Chuuya..” you mutter, hiccuping twice.

His mouth opens for a moment then shuts again before opening again, “..Ha?”

You nod excitedly, immediately chugging the rest of the glass of wine you’d been given earlier.

He doesn’t say anything, too flustered to reply and too worried that you’ll forget in the morning.

Very surprisingly, he decides not to touch his wine and instead offers to have you sleep over at his house in a guest room.

You agreed happily despite your hesitation to get up and go to the room a while later.

He did end up drinking a lot whilst you slept…

You did eventually go to sleep in the guest room, waking up with a horrible hangover the next day and ending up not going to work.

You did, in fact, not remember in the morning.

So Chuuya took the chance to plan a romantic confession for another time!

•OSAMU DAZAI

Dazai groaned as the doorbell went, getting off his couch and opening the door reluctantly.

He’d expected Kunikida or some package that was meant for his neighbours but instead got delivered to him.

Instead, he found you in a drunken state.

“Oh? What pleasure do I owe for you to come to see me at this hour?” He asked, smiling teasingly.

“B—bastard, you’re… a bastard” you immediately start, hiccuping between sentences.

He sighed at that, it truly reminded him of Chuuya when he drinks.

Except you seem less generally angry and more emotional.

"Now, now, that’s very rude!” He dramatically replied, putting his hands on his hips.

You groaned at that, accidentally stumbling into the brunette’s arms.

He tilted his head at you when you didn’t move, seemingly too drunk and unable to move.

“Woah, it seems like I’ll have to carry you inside!” He exclaimed, not giving you much time to process before picking you up bridal-style.

You squeaked at that, burying your face in his chest.

He smiled for a brief moment before he muttered something you couldn’t understand in your state, “cute..”

You said nothing, suddenly feeling incredibly sleepy once he put you down on his couch.

He noticed that and decided it would be better for you to be around another person when you were drunk, even if it meant being around him.

You could hear Dazai complaining in a dramatic way along with him muttering a goodnight before you said something unknowingly.

“Love.. you, ‘Samu..”

He paused for a couple minutes, watching you fall to sleep with a blush on his face.

First of all, you said his actual name and second of all, you told him you loved him.

He is so gonna tease you about loving him jokingly before asking you out.

•NIKOLAI GOGOL

You and Nikolai had decided to have a night where you drink together every month out of pure boredom, which usually landed on a Friday.

So, today was one of those days and it was going pretty normal up until Nikolai suggested whoever gets drunk first would have to share a big secret with the other.

You, wanting a secret off of Nikolai, felt pretty fine with the arrangement.

What you didn’t think of is that he’d trick you into losing.

Of course, Nikolai tricks everyone, but you weren’t really thinking properly at the time.

So, here you are now, extremely wasted and clinging to him.

“Woah, it seems I’ve won, dove!” He excitedly revealed, relishing in the frustrated facial expression you wore.

"Ehh.. Nikolaiiii, it’s not fair!” You complained, stumbling a bit as you attempted to get off the bar stool.

He simply snickered, helping you get off the stool and walking with you to the taxi he had arranged not long ago (he was definitely going to blackmail the driver if you didn’t pay).

The walk was weirdly fast, with you falling in and out of conscious due to the alcohol.

When you did finally get into the taxi, you and him sat at the back.

“Hey, dear, what do you say to doing this next Friday?” He asked, smirking in victory.

“Hmm… No c—competition” you muttered tiredly, leaning onto his shoulder.

He whined at that before hesitantly nodding, “Fine!”

You didn’t properly reply to that, instead watching the cars go by outside the window.

“Alright! Enough silence, tell me your crush!” He suddenly shouted, making the driver awkwardly turn up the radio.

You huffed before accidentally muttering “Nikolai.. I think”in a drunken haze.

He is silent for like 2 seconds before he’s harassing you for not saying it earlier whilst you were sober…

Eventually, you fall asleep on him, much to his delight.

He doesn’t care whether you remember or not, he’s going to tease you endlessly.

If you really don’t then he might confess to you before telling you about your revelation, he also might not though.

[fyodior]

modern au where dazai is a frequent flyer at the hospital you work at, constantly getting into street fights or falling off his motorcycle, just anything that could warrant a quick ER visit so he can see his favorite nurse (you). he’s come in enough times to get a general vibe of your schedule and only comes in on the weekdays he knows you work. you roll your eyes each time, whispering to your coworkers that dazai’s back yet again, but you couldn’t quite help the lingering gazes and fight a smile any time he winked or smirked at you.

dazai wasn’t shy about showing very preferential treatment for you - you were the only one he’d ever let unwrap his bandages and treat the new wounds, also running your delicate fingers over the old scars. he never took his eyes off you as you wiped away the blood and spotted antibiotic cream onto his marred fists and glued together his busted lip after a fight, even memorized the same tune you’d hum each time you got ultra focused on the task at hand - patching him back up yet again.

one night when dazai comes in to the hospital shitfaced drunk and is acting extra belligerent and threatens staff, he’s assigned a sitter for the night - you. you’re the one he likes, and is the least likely to get decked in the face if you get on his nerves. he takes advantage of the fact that you’re stuck with him for the next 12 hours. he slowly pulls you apart, asking way too many personal questions about your relationships and love life, until he has climbed his way all the way to the top.

what began as a somewhat innocent “you’re gorgeous, ya know” turns into “i bet your pussy feels fucking amazing.” and you can reprimand him all you want, deny deny deny all you want, but dazai notices the way you have to cross your legs even tighter in the chair you’re sat in. dazai always notices.

it takes approximately 6 hours, dazai can barely remember how it even unfolded, but now you’re on top of him, blinds shut and a chair shoved under the doorknob of his room, hands wrapped tight around the bedrails as you fuck yourself on his cock over and over and over. scrub pants thrown to the floor and panties pulled to the side, dazai clamps a hand over his mouth to keep from moaning out at how fucking good you feel, what a little slut you are to let your favorite patient have his way with your cunt!

and if you’re walking funny for the rest of the shift, constantly checking the crotch of your pants to see if the cum dripping out of you has finally soaked through the fabric, none of your coworkers say a word. and neither does dazai. until next time :)

[judasgot-it]

Just saw your post on what kind of lovers Dazai, Tecchou and Nikolai are and I want to know what kind of lover Chuuya is!!

DJFLJAFL I NEVER GET CHUUYA REQUESTS OMG (short king. he is such a good character I love him)

Headcannon: What kind of lover is he? (Chuuya, the short king himself mwah)

After being screwed over by so many people he thought he could trust, he has a hard time giving his heart over. Especially when it comes to some of the most vulnerable parts of himself, since he still has soft spots for people who he hates - he needs to be reassured, and has no issue telling his lover "I love you" - it's the one thing he needs to hear as well.

I feel like despite appearing angry a lot, he's sensitive to a lot of things - he finds his relationships to be a top priority since they're all he has

So his lover is someone who he thinks about a lot, so much that he'd go out of his way for them

He communicates his feelings in not the best way though, since he tends to repress them too

This man will struggle to open up, not because he doesn't trust but because he feels like it becomes a burden. The whole childhood thing is a bit much for him.

Literally will listen to you rant about yours just fine but he can't talk about his for shit. He just brings it up randomly like "I was stabbed by my best friend in the gang once"

Does NOT elaborate

He loves to gossip though, and probably does bitch about some things - like Dazai. Whatever mundane drama goes on in his life he WILL tell his lover.

Needs to be told "I love you" and reassured that he won't be abandoned. Probably is a frequent texter and gives a little too many gifts. He has the money to spoil, and he will.

If he's given something back, he'll do it back threefold. He has a really big heart unfortunately, it's his downfall

Loyal in a clingy way tbh.

Gets sad if you don't cuddle him or kiss him when you see him come home or leave for work. or see him anytime really.

Unless he's in front of important people he's a stage 5 PDA guy

He'd probably leave his lover alone if they asked but I think he wants to be seen as a couple when he's around them, he doesn't want any sort of second-guessing

I blame all of this on his Taurus energy

I need to tryout more Chuuya content cuz he seems like a loyal AF dude and I can't stand hoes (Dazai is said hoe. jk i love that hoe)

[sh1nsoukoku]

Pls tell me all dazai autism traits in ur list

OMG I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED, yes yes yes…

I want to preface this by saying this is in no means supposed to be canon facts or a diagnosis, I just think he is a very autistic-coded character coming from my own experiences as an autistic adult!

Long post under the cut because I don’t know how to stfu!!!

We will start with my main reasoning:

As we know, Dazai and his ability are based off of the work No Longer Human. Dazai being similar to the main character Yozo. Yozo is a kind of “stand in” for the real life author Osamu Dazai as No Longer Human contains a lot of real events from the author’s life. BSD Dazai and Yozo’s main similarities are the disconnection from others and high masking. Here are two quotes from the book:

“All I feel are the assaults of apprehension and terror at the thought that I am the only one who is entirely unlike the rest. It is almost impossible for me to converse with other people. What should I talk about? How should I say it? - I don’t know.”

This is incredibly similar to the lived experiences of Autistic people. I used to feel like an alien, or just fundamentally different than others. We tend to also struggle with communicating and other social dynamics. Dazai feels isolated from others, let’s very few people close, and searches for meaning by observing other humans and life and death itself. He quotes this as his reason for joining the Mafia. He also processes emotion differently, at odds with people around him.

“I managed to maintain on the surface a smile which never deserted my lips; this was the accommodation I offered to others, a most precarious achievement performed by me only at the cost of excruciating efforts within.”

This is one of the best descriptions I have read of Autistic Masking. Dazai HIGHLY masks. Dazai is known for not showing his true thoughts/feelings/opinions often in BSD. He can code switch easily, serious in one moment and then covering it with his over the top silly/unusual/maniacal personality. In NLH this is described as “clowning.” I also think Dazai’s genius “always according to plan” thing is sometimes a mask, so he doesn’t show the fact that he’s working hard to pull strings and figure things out.

He does have some insane pattern recognition though which is also an autistic attribute!

And now for the more surface level reasons:

Repetitive Behavior/Media Consumption: Dazai reads the same book over and over again. The Ultimate Guide to Suicide is a book he’s had with him since his PM days and he tells Atsushi that he already knows everything it says because he’s read it hundreds of times. A very common autistic trait!

Restricted Diet: Dazai seems to have a limited diet consisting of alcohol and canned crab! It’s a same food/safe food he has often. His room was described to be full of discarded cans of crab and bottles. Limited diets are common in autistic people.

Stimming: Dazai stims! He is a very wiggly and stimmy person. There’s several scenes where he is seen humming and singing or making little silly noises.

Dazai and his headphones are so important to me.. he seems to wear them frequently around the office. It could be noise cancelling or auditory stimulation that he likes.

The man never sits normally on a chair which is something I think a lot of neurodivergent people can relate to.

And of course floor time! Shown by him rolling around when stressed, laying on the rooftop and a few instances in Wan! like the marshmallow scene.

Also you can’t tell me that this is not two burnt out autistics after overworking their brains…

[fanon-canon-idfk]

your BEAST Daza fanfic was truly amazing will there be a part 2 cuz like if there's a part 2 I kinda wanna see like the reader dating chuuya and beast dazai reaction to this

OMG I LOVE YOU

THERE WASNT GONNA BE A PART 2 BUT NOW THERE IS BC THIS IS TOO GOOD

BEAST Dazai Osamu x Male Reader x Nakahara Chuuya pt 2

You had just got off your late Night Shift, leaving home the same time as everyone else. That’s when Nakahara came up to you as you walked out of the building.

You assumed Dazai was asking for your presence again, “Isn’t it a bit late for him to want me right now?” You complained, yet still began turning around to walk back to the building.

But then, Nakahara grabbed your arm and held you back “He’s not askin’ for you. I just want to talk.” He mumbled the last bit.

“Oh um.. what is it?” You turn towards him fully.

He looks around for a bit then asks “You wanna grab a bite to eat? I know a good place.” You could’ve sworn you saw a slight tint of red on his face as he spoke.

You thought for a moment. While Dazai kept you out of his personal life, he was sure well versed in your own.

But it was just grabbing a bite right? You supposed the boss wouldn’t really mind you just having a friendly interaction.

Nakahara waited anxiously for your response, about to just say never mind and walk away until you finally answered.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that” you smiled, Nakahara smiled back in relief.

And that’s how the two of you began seeing each other.

He’d find you after work and take you out. Then you finally asked for his number so you could talk outside of work as well.

All the while, you were still having your “meetings” with Dazai.

And he could tell your mind was somewhere else, always drifting at some point, and this was getting annoying.

So he began having a few lackeys follow you around and see what was going on in your life.

At first what they reported to him was harmless, he really didn’t care that you were hanging out with Chuuya, to him it was just one more eye to keep on you.

However, he didn’t tell Chuuya he had been watching the both of you. Y’know, just in case.

He had no reason to worry.

Chuuya was nothing to worry about.

Until he was.

Dazai had called you up for yet another “meeting”, these days they had been getting more and more frequent.

As Chuuya left the room, he gave you a smile in passing.

Things went as usual, small talk not lasting too long before his hands were on you.

He held your face so tenderly, kissed you gently, comfortably laid himself in your arms, all like a real lover.

And you kissed him back so carefully, softly traced circles in his back as you held his waist, and looked into his dark eyes, all like your heart belonged to him alone.

And then again, it was over, and he was your boss and you, his subordinate who had given up on anything real with him.

You walk out of his office and just as you walk out the door and begin to turn to the corridor, Chuuya is there leaning against the wall.

“Oh Chuuya, you can go ahead back in now. We’re.. done.” You feel your face heat up slightly at the mention of what just happened.

“I’ll go.. in a sec.” He replies blankly, not looking at you once.

“Is something the matter?” You place a hand on his shoulder, only for him to grab your wrist tightly.

“I can’t take it anymore..” he seethed, you thought he could’ve broke your wrist if he gripped any tighter.

Before anything like that could happen, he just released your wrist completely before letting himself fall into your chest.

“Chuuya..?” You looked down at him worriedly.

“I hate him.. why does he get to kiss you..? To love you..?” His fists clenched and shook as he spoke.

“What are you saying..?” You asked worriedly.

He lifted his head slightly and looked up at you, opening his mouth to speak.

But then he caught a glimpse of Dazai’s lackey’s walking toward the both of you.

He pushed away from you and walked right back to Dazai’s office without a word.

You stood in shock, what the hell just happened? What is Chuuya saying? He hates the boss for kissing you..?

Then your phone buzzes in your pocket, a message from Chuuya.

It’s an address, a bar out of town?

“We’ll talk later.”

After work you drove straight to the location Chuuya sent you, pulling up to a small bar in between two larger buildings.

You walked in and scanned the area until you saw your coworker sitting hunched over the bar, hat removed and placed on a seat by his side.

Chuuya was a bit tipsy by now, not drunk though, he was well aware of your hesitant frame and worried eyes approaching him.

He looks over and nods at you, removing his hate from the seat so you could sit.

You sat down quietly, then you spoke.

“What’s going on Chuuya?” You questioned, turning to face him.

“I.. I like you, a lot. I might as well be fucking in love with you.” He groaned, dropping his face between his hands.

You watched as his ears turn red, even his gloves weren’t hiding the trembling of his hands.

“Chuuya?” You called for his attention but he just grumbled.

“Chuuya, look at me. Please..?” Your tone was soft.

He slowly turned his head to you, only one eye look toward you.

You scooted in closer, tilting your head to get a better view of his eye.

“I love you too.” You smiled, his eye widened and Chuuya jolted up completely and looked you in the eyes to be sure you were genuine.

He exhaled shakily, moving toward you quickly and wrapping his arms around your neck tightly.

You returned the hug just as tight, smiling widely.

After a long while, you both laughed lightly as you separated.

And that’s how you became the loving boyfriend of Nakahara Chuuya.

And that’s also how Chuuya put a large target on his own back.

[elizais]

when their s/o has a motorcycle!!

featuring: chuuya, osamu, atsushi x gn!reader!! warnings: ??

chuuya nakahara

-how could i NOT add him??????

-you two must race around the city, although he has to promise not to cheat with his ability.

-after a stressful day at work, probably just wandering around the city in the middle of the night on them is your joint fav activity.

-he loves when you just backpack him on his bike when you didn't take yours.

-probably get each other stuff 4 them 4 birthdays and stuff

-"my bike is cooler than urs!!" silly pretend arguments

-if ur in the pm and it gets destroyed on a mission or something and u come back devastated to him he not only gets revenge 4 u but also buys you whatever bike you want. even if you can pay for it yourself.

-wine collector AND bike collector

-if you have a colourful bike + helmet he will think its the cutest thing ever !!

-"chuuya you know how your bike is pink-" .. "it's red." discussions frequently. the colour wheel had to be brought out for one, there is still no winner on the debate of it.

osamu dazai

-thinks its the best thing ever.

-always wants to go for a ride with you.

-brags about how cool he is for having a s/o with a motorcycle

-"do i have to wear a helmet?" questions all the time. "do you have to come?" is the question that shuts him up.

-says he can ride a motorcycle from his mafia days, claims he knows everything about them. he can not and he does not.

-says chuuya would hold onto him as they chased after the enemy. do not believe it for a second.

-wants insists on a bright purple helmet.

-"how can we kiss if we have helmets on??"

-helmet bumps instead of kisses.

-tries to get truckers to honk when driving past them.

-tries to convince you to let him drive even though he has no experience.

atsushi nakajima

-admires it but is scared.

-secretly wants to go for a ride with you but is apprehensive to.

-when he asks you about going for a ride with you, you are over the moon but he needs some convincing still.

-"what if i fall off?" is met with "cats land on their feet, no?" which is greeted with an unimpressed atsushi.

-you don't push him to but you get him a helmet for when he does want to.

-he is always scared he is holding onto you too tight.

-if he is holding on too tight, maybe don't tell him. you can put up with a two mile heimlich, right?

-once he gets used to riding around, it is his favourite activity to do at night.

-you joke about getting him the cat ear helmets.

-he gives himself the title of number 1 backpack bf and in all honesty, he deserves it.

@cafekitsune 4 the divider!! pinterest 4 the photos @ the start sorry for not updating for so long, i need to make more drafts xoxo reqs are open !!!

[melancholic-and-delusional]

Dazai NSWF Alphabet

Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

A = Aftercare (How do they treat you after doing it?)

He offers fairly decent aftercare. Most of the time, he takes you to the bathroom to shower or have a hot bath with him. Afterward, he would help you wash the sheets if you guys made a mess on them (very likely) and would cuddle with you. If you aren't too tired, he'll offer you some food or drinks and watch a movie or a TV series, but most of the times he'd just fall asleep with you by his side. If he is exhausted though, he'd just cuddle with you to sleep right away.

B = Body Part (What is their favorite body part and their favorite body part of their partner?)

If you were to ask him what his favorite body part is, he'd have a hard time answering. He doesn't like himself very much, hence the reason why he covers himself in so many bandages. But I do think he does likes some of his features, like his hair or his hands and fingers.

As for you, he loves every part of you, but he especially likes your thighs and your chest (big or small, doesn't matter to him). It's so comforting to cuddle with you while his head is pressed against your chest or in between your thighs. He also loves having your thighs around his head while giving you head or having a hand over your chest.

C = Cum (Anything to do with it. 🤭)

I think he comes an average amount. It's pretty liquid-ish, yet slimy, and has a white but almost clear, colored sperma. It has a slightly sour taste, but for the most part, it barely tastes anything or just has a faint taste of what he ate a while ago.

He likes coming on any part of you. He likes to come in your mouth and watch you swallow or see his seed drip down your chin. He loves seeing you covered in it literally anywhere, especially your chest. But where he loves to come the most is inside you.

D = Dirty Secret (Do they have one?)

He has a thing for your used underwear. He'd steal your it after having sex with you to use for masturbation material later. You'd complain at first, especially if he steals some of your nicest pieces of lingerie, but if you behave nicely, he'd return them a week later (because he wants fresh ones).

E = Experience (How many times have they done the deed in the past? Are they good?)

In my opinion, he's rather experienced. I think he has had hook-ups frequently before, but that was before getting into a serious relationship. Now that he has you, sex is much more special for him than it was before. Of course, he's pretty skilled, and he definitely knows what he's doing. He'd prioritize your pleasure, for sure, and he has a few tricks up his sleeve to make you feel amazing.

F = Favorite Position (Self-explanatory)

The most intimate positions for him would be some version of missionary or cow girl. As long as he can see your beautiful face and your reactions, he'd be satisfied. Eye contact during sex is important to him. He thinks it's a very special moment he's sharing with you and wants to be connected in any way he can with you. But between missionary and cow girl, he prefers cow girl best. It's because your body is in right in front of him to admire and touch. He loves leaning down on your bed and watching you struggle to keep your composure on his dick. Of course, he helps you ride him, but it's just so fun watching you try to do it yourself from time to time. Oh, and he'd probably be down to 69 once in a while.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious during the act, or do they like to crack jokes?)

He can definitely be very serious and in the moment when he needs to, but he can't go a session without making you laugh at least once. He cracks small jokes that make you giggle, mostly in between rounds.

You'd be huffing and puffing, trying to catch your breath as sweat covers your face, and then he makes some dumb out-of-pocket remark that you can't help but chuckle.

H = Hair (Do the carpets match the drapes? How well groomed are they?)

Well, he has brown hair, so the carpet matching the drapes is a given. I do believe that he is quite well groomed and trims it down once every month or two.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they during the moment?)

He can get pretty sweet and romantic during the act. He'd do anything for you, and he wants you to feel comfortable every step of the way, so he is very intimate since the moment calls for it.

J = Jack off (How often do they do it?)

In the past, this was a more frequent habit of his, but now that he's got you, he doesn't do it as often. If he does, however, he's always thinking about you or uses your stolen underwear to help himself (reference to D 🤭).

K = Kink (What kind of kinks and fetishes have they got?)

I'd say he's got a normal set of kinks (besides the underwear one 😇). He likes being praised, definitely. He likes watching you slowly take your clothes off and then proceed to strip him out of his. He also loves to see you wearing his own clothes. The thought of you in his shirt is enough to send him over the edge. He either finds it very cute or very hot, and there's no in between. He also loves it when you attempt to dominate him. It's so adorable looking at you try your best, but if you do succeed, it's still pretty hot to see you act this way.

L = Location (Where do they like to do it?)

Contrary to popular belief, I don't see him as big of an exhibitionist as many people on here say he is. I think he prefers keeping it in the bedroom. It is a very intimate moment that you get to share, and he doesn't want others to see it. The only public place he'd do it at is probably a closet room or some bathroom, and it's still somewhat private. He would only do that if he really needed to, and it would always be a quickie.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

As I've said, he loves seeing you wearing his clothes or a sexy pair of lingerie. He can also get pretty riled up whenever you make some sort of sexual remark. Sometimes, he just wakes up, and you're right next to him, smiling, with your eyes looking at his. How could he possibly resist you?

N = NO (What things do they refuse to do?)

He absolutely hates being degraded. I will die on that hill. He's already got low self-esteem, so why would he want you to 'reaffirm' it. He also hates being referred to as 'daddy'. It makes him feel so uncomfortable. Like, he's not your father, is he? And also piss kink. Need I say more? He is probably willing to try anything else besides those three things.

O = Oral (Do they prefer giving or receiving? How good are they?)

He loves receiving head from you, and he also likes to return the favor. It gives him such an ego boost seeing you feeling so good because of him. It honestly makes his heart flutter. He's rather good at it, too. His tongue combined with his fingers do wonders, for sure. But as for receiving, you don't disappoint him either. He just adores the sight of you on your knees, taking him in. It honestly makes him so happy that you are willing to do that to pleasure him. It's so nice of you.

P = Pace (How quick do they go?)

This one really depends on the situation. At times, he can be soft, gentle, and passionate, but he's no stranger to going quickly. He'll mostly be considerate of your desires.

Q = Quickie (How often do they do quickies, and does he like them?)

He only does them when he doesn't have time, and he needs to quickly relieve himself. I can't see him doing them frequently. He would much rather have a few hours' worth of sex with you.

R = Risk (Are they willing to experiment? How far would they go?)

As I said before, he'll try almost anything, as long as you're up for it. Of course, he doesn't want to do anything that cause harm to you, so any weapon play is out of the question.

S = Stamina (How long can they last?)

He is pretty energetic, I'd say. He can definitely last up to 10 rounds or even more if he's especially horny (is this too pretentious?).

T = Toy (Do they like to incorporate them into your sex life? How often?)

He is, for sure, a huge fan of them. Not only does he like to use them himself, but he mostly enjoys using them on you. After all, he finds it so fun to tease you and overstimulate you.

U = Unfair (Do they tease you a lot?)

Definitely. One of his favorite things to do.

V = Volume (How loud are they in the bedroom?)

Super loud. No doubt. No questions asked. Loves to moan, groan, whine. Loves to shower you with praises and loves to talk dirty to you. You can't make him shut up, honestly. He's pretty much a slut for you. 😊

W = Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He likes making love to you when he feels sad or frustrated. It just calms him down and makes him feel better. It's so kind of you to be by his side and comfort him while also giving him pleasure.

X = X-ray (What do they look like below the waist?)

(I can't believe I'm going to be describing a dick) Ok, so, it's 5.4 inches (13.7 cm) soft and a solid 6 inches (15.2 cm) hard, average girth, slightly curved to the left and a nice sensitive pink tip. He has a few small veins here and there, but none of them are too prominent.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I think he has a higher-than-average libido. Either that or he has a lower-than-average one, and there's no in between. I'm honestly leaning towards the former one. He can get easily riled up by small things, such as sitting on his lap, wearing his clothes, etc.

Z = ZZZ... (How quickly do they manage to fall asleep after sex?)

As long as you're by his side, he falls asleep quickly.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it, and it didn't seem OOC. As always, you are free to leave me a request.

[osarina]

so i headcanon that dazai knows how to play the piano - somewhat ties in with my backstory for him - but he was taught it when he was a kid but then after mori took him under his wing, he stopped playing for two years. when he moves in with pmreader, he realizes that she has one in her apartment and he always wants to go over to it but he also can't bring himself to. eventually he does one day when he thinks she's out and she comes home to find him playing it. she ends up having one of the rooms in her apartment turned into like a nice area for him to play in peace and he can do what he wants with it and it rlly becomes one of the few places he considers a safe space for him. once he leaves the pm, he can't even bring himself to touch the piano again bc it reminds him too much of her and his time w the pm.

anyway, flash forward to 22zai and 22pmreader, they're back on talking terms again and dazai is frequently going over to her apartment, but he just can't bring himself to check the room. a part of him is convinced that she got rid of it when he left and made it into something else, so he can't bring himself to look. sometimes he'll just linger outside the door and then move on instead of going in to look. (she didn't, of course)

she notices this, obviously, so one day she purposely leaves the door to the room open while she's out and of course dazai spends every waking moment at her apartment. so he gets there and then instinctively does his rounds wandering her apartment but then freezes when he realizes the door to his room is open and its literally just how he left it—almost has a whole ass breakdown because of it. but he ends up going in and plays for the first time in literally four years </3 and she comes home to it </3

anyway this is going to be one of the post-defection fics i have lined up but i wanted to tell you about it first cuz idk when ill get to it

[uzi-x33]

SKK HEADCANONS^_^ tw for typical Dazai stuff😭

•Dazai makes chuuya feel human nd chuuya makes Dazai want to live.

•Dazai is Constantly screwing around w chuuya's hair, braiding it, combing it, and playing w it etc

•Dazai barely eats (either in a self destruction way or he js forgets) so chuuya cooks for him all the time and makes sure he eats his food

•Dazai is a very touch starved person but is also insanely insecure abt his sh scars so he barely ever asks for chuuya to hold him, but chuuya knows this, and hold nd hugs him to make sure he's loved

•When chuuya found out abt his insecurities he would hug him more frequently and it made dazai feel more secure, especially w/around chuuya

•Dazai and chuuya share an apartment but w diff rooms, and dazai would get these moments where he would reflect on his whole life and get really depressed and bc half the time his door would be open or chuuya would js hear him crying or venting to himself (he has good hearing) he'd start to worry so he started to sleep in the same bed as dazai while hugging/comforting him while he vented or cried so he would feel more at ease and sleep better

•Dazai would go onto the roof of port mafia or their apartment and js sit on the edge and chuuya would always be there at least holding his hand to make sure he wouldn't js try to jump

•Chuuya kisses dazai’s scars almost every night

•They dance together in the living room or bedroom to their favorite songs (Taylor swift obviously 🤗🤗)

•Dazai gets very close to chuuya, often hugging him from behind, playing w his hair, or poking his face, but the second chuuya does it back dazai looses his mind nd starts blushing like crazyy

•Chuuya gets absolutely DISGUSTED by the amount of creamer and sugar nd stuff Dazai puts in his coffee

•The first time dazai rode on chuuya’s motorcycle he almost fell off when it first started

•Dazai once got super upset so chuuya let him decorate his face/hair

•Chuuya actually draws stars around dazai’s scars<33 (Taylor swift reference😘)

Uhh these are just some of them if you want more let me know:333

[rashoumon-homo]

The Bar Lupin (Dazai x Reader)

Dazai x Male Reader, SFW

-> Content Warnings: alcohol mention, hurt/comfort, grief, anxiety attacks, happy ending

-> 1.2k words

Author’s Note: long time no see! I just finished up my class the other day so now I have more free time to write, yay! This one is super tame, but I do have a NSFW Atsushi x Reader in the works so you’ll get your smut fix soon!

Request sent by @suru1990 - enjoy!

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Ever since Oda’s death, Dazai had avoided the Bar Lupin. It just felt too sentimental, like a holy place that would be tainted if he were to step over the threshold. There were too many memories tied up there. Ones where he was truly happy, which felt somehow worse to dwell on than the more traumatic memories did. When he was in hiding after leaving the Port Mafia, he had a reasonable enough excuse to avoid the place. After all, it was a place he had visited frequently and the Mafia was sure to look for him there. But then the years passed and he joined the Armed Detective Agency and settled in. The Port Mafia knew where he was and didn’t care anymore. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore about his reasons for staying away from the Bar Lupin.

Dazai made a habit of visiting Oda’s grave every year on the anniversary of his death. He’d just sit there in silence, leaning back against the gravestone while dappled sunlight shone on them both through the tree above. Sometimes he’d talk, but mostly he’d sit there quietly. He also had a ritual for spending Oda’s birthdays- getting blackout drunk on whiskey and sake and subsequently calling in sick to work for the next several days to sleep off the hangover. He jokingly called it a “hard reset” but his coworkers exchanged glances rather than laughing when he did.

He and Oda and Ango used to all spend each other’s birthdays at the Bar Lupin, laughing together about who knows what. It was on one of those birthdays that he’d tried whiskey for the first time.

It had now been four years since Oda had celebrated a birthday. Dazai tried not to think about those memories, but they rose to the top of his head like ramune bubbles, determined to resurface. He’d been fighting them all day. Now alone in his room, the weight of them made his chest and throat feel tight, so he threw back yet another cup of sake. And maybe his nose was tingling a little, like it does before he cries, but he was decidedly not drunk enough to deal with that. So he pulled on his coat and went for a walk to clear his head.

Turns out his half-drunk, emotional mind was a bitch. He stood outside the front door of the Bar Lupin, grinding his teeth. He felt so goddamn stupid for being afraid of a building. A building! He was an ex-mafioso. He’d seen hundreds, maybe thousands of people die in front of him in the most gruesome ways. And yet the ghosts of memories had the power to scare him away from the place for years. He was sick of it. His eyes pricked with tears and that was enough to push him forward, opening the door.

As Dazai walked down the stairs, he was surprised to see that the inside of the bar was nearly identical to the last time he’d been there. The decor was the same as always; the soft music just as he remembered. The calico cat that used to hang around was curled up on one of the barstools, sleeping. Even the smell was the same - it was like stepping back in time.

Dazai glanced down the row of barstools and froze. There you were, sitting in Oda’s usual seat. You were about the same height and wearing a similar trench coat, and for a horrifying moment, he thought you were Oda. Startled, he stumbled backwards, bumping into the wall with a muffled thump. You looked over in surprise, but the attention was lost in the haze of adrenaline and humiliation clouding Dazai’s perception.

It wasn’t Oda. Of course it wasn’t. How fucking stupid could he be? Tears sprung to Dazai’s eyes and he swallowed thickly. God, he hated crying.

You stood up and started walking over.

“Stay back!” Dazai warned, flinching away as he saw you approach. He felt the air shift as you crouched down beside him.

“Here, take this,” you said.

He hesitantly lifted his head, gaze flitting to your yellow converse - definitely not something Oda would have worn. He glanced further up, to the handkerchief in your extended hand. Your eyes were softened with concern, but not pity. At least there was that. He took the handkerchief.

You sat on the ground beside him and leaned against the wall, then closed your eyes. “Slow, deep breaths,” you said. “In for 4…” You demonstrated for him, not caring whether he was actually paying attention. “Then hold for 4,” you continued. “Out for four…” You let your breath out slowly through your mouth. “And hold for another 4.” You peeked over at him and were pleased to see him breathing along with you.

The two of you sat there, breathing calmly, for the next few minutes.

Dazai shifted and ran his fingers through his hair. “Thanks,” he said quietly.

“Doing better now?” you asked.

He finally looked you in the face and wow he had the most beautiful brown eyes you’d ever seen. And long eyelashes that glistened with tears. His nose was a bit red, and his eyes still looked puffy, but somehow the vulnerability was attractive in itself.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked finally. He blushed, then quickly added, “To repay you for helping me.”

You smiled and stood up, then held out your hand to help him to his feet. “I’d like that,” you said.

Now that he looked closer, Dazai could see the hint of a tattoo just under your collar. And the hand you’d extended to help him up was covered in rings, your nails coated in chipped black nail polish. When you smiled at him, it was wide and genuine and a little crooked. You were nothing like Oda.

“Actually,” Dazai said suddenly, “maybe we can get coffee instead? I’ve already had a bit to drink and this place just doesn’t feel right anymore.”

“Um… sure!” you said, warming up to the idea. “I’m new to the area, so maybe you can show me around on the way!”

As the two of you chattered together and walked up the stairs, Dazai couldn’t help but feel lighter. Somehow, that was all the closure he needed. He was looking towards the future now; not giving the past any more weight than it deserved.

Dazai sneakily grabbed your hand as you walked through the front door, smiling to himself as you blushed into the collar of your coat. “You blushing?” he teased.

“It’s cold out!” you insisted, only turning pinker. He laughed at you and the two of you started down the sidewalk. After a few seconds, he spoke again.

“I’m glad I met you,” he said. “Feels like fate or something.” His tone made it hard to tell if he was being genuine or just messing around, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes when he said it.

“Hmm… I think it’s a bit early to say for sure,” you said playfully. “But I’m glad I met you too.” You squeezed his hand and smiled at him. The two of you turned the corner and the sign for the bar was out of sight.

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In the mood for some angst? Here's some bsd men x terminally ill reader🩷

Dazai:

• Atsushi notices that everyday, Dazai leaves work early to go...somewhere. it's not like the guy is the type to follow a schedule so he can't tell where exactly he's been going lately. When he asks he just plays it off as a joke, tho he does notice how his gaze seems to be so distant lately.

• turns out, everyday these past few weeks Dazai has been visiting you in the hospital. He always comes with a sweet little gift, nothing extravagant, maybe a flower he knows you like or a cup of coffee from a place you used to frequent.

• he would spend hours with you, just the two of you in that sterilized little hospital room, talking about anything and everything. His demeanor is nonchalant, yet more soft and sensitive to you. He's always had a soft spot for you after all.

• when he learned of your condition he didn't try to "cure" it or "fix" it. He decided that he will love you and stay with you and make you feel like nothing has changed as much as he can. He keeps up with the jokes, the gifts, and tries to make you feel as normal as you used to feel.

• you notice how he stares at you more often, how he looks deeper into your eyes when you talk. As if he's trying to memorize every feature before it all goes away.

• he's decided that once you're gone, is when he will go too. He doesn't want to live without you. He laughs to himself a little bit, a soft, gentle chuckle, at the thought. "It's not the way I would have wanted, but now I finally get to die with you."

• he thinks he's so good at keeping this plan from you. That he's hiding it completely out of your line of sight. But you know Dazai. You know him better than anyone. You know how much he loves you. And the day you part ways your last wish to him is that he continues to live, to move on, to be with his friends and do what he wants to do. And once you're gone, he never thinks of suicide again.

Chuuya:

• at first, he does everything he can to find a cure. He spends thousands on doctors and doctors all specializing in your condition. But they all say the same thing. It can't be cured.

• you notice how much this is eating him up, how he's been more cranky, more irritable, he's never resting. He barely even gives time to visit you at the hospital as he's always on the search for a new doctor who will finally tell him what he wants. That there's a way out of this, a way for you to continue being in his life. But to no avail.

• your request is final, it's the last thing you ask him for. You want him to rest, to give up, and to just enjoy the time you have left. At first he's speechless. His eyes are smaller and wider than you've ever seen them. It feels as though his heart had stopped beating, his blood stopped pumping, and the world just went quiet for a second.

• then there comes the anger. The frustration. How can you just ask him that? To let you go? To just stand by as this stupid illness takes you away? Don't you know how much you mean to him? Don't you care?

• Chuuya doesn't visit you for a while after that. He spends time alone. Not even drinking the wine he loves so much, the bottles he had been saving for a special occasion, the ones with you in it. He stares blankly at nothing, thinking of nothing. The world could end right there and then but he would still be in this state. At least we'd go together, he thinks.

• meanwhile, you remain at the hospital, in the same bed, in the same room. A part of you is happy, because now Chuuya can move on. He can forget about you and finally be happy, happier than he'll ever be with you. You smile at the thought. You used to think that this time would be full of tears. But you were never one to cry. Neither was Chuuya.

• it's sunset. The end of the last month your doctor said you had left. Your body has weakened, you can't even get out of bed. At this point they've stopped trying, stopped filling you with meds and serums and shots. Stopped plugging you into machines and machines and machines. There are no more pipes around your body. No more wires. No more tubes. They've decided to let you go peacefully, and make you feel as if you were sleeping in your own bed, in your own home.

• on the last day, Chuuya is there.

• he stands at the doorway, calm and collected. He enters the room without a word. All he does is sit next to you, and take your hand in his. You look at him and smile.

• "I'm here, doll." He says.

• he wants to apologize. To atone for leaving you alone for so long. For forcing you in this room by yourself. But he knows you hate apologies. He just wants to spend the last remaining moments he has with you, with you.

• as he's sitting on that little chair next to you, watching your breathing get slower and slower, softer and softer, your life force fading away, he examines your face. Your eyes, your nose, your lips. He examines how your hair is fixed into the way you always did it, as if nothing has changed.

• he wants to say something, the last thing you will ever hear.

"I won't forget you,",

"I'll never leave you,"

Something like that. But he doesn't.

Instead he sits and watches you, in complete silence. He only realizes now that you two have been so loud and noisy the whole time you've known each other. Simple conversations are said in such loud voices, but you both loved it that way. But this time, you both decided it would be quiet. Peaceful. A contrast to the unusually loud and vulgar lives you both have lived. An end to a chapter.

Fyodor:

• Like Chuuya, Fyodor isn't one to give up so easily. He goes beyond doctors, or medicine, or anything so ordinary.

• he goes for the Book.

• the one thing that can change anything. All of this. He can give you a better life, one without all the dirt and bloodshed he had associated you with. One where you're happy, living in the house of your dreams, with all the things you've ever wanted, happier than ever.

• a life without him.

• Fyodor loved you too much to watch you get tainted by his own filth. He always thought it was too late for him, but not for you. But now you don't have all that time. Now he has to erase everything. Erase every part of you that was dirtied by him. With a new life free of him, you would finally, truly, be happy.

• He's off on dangerous missions. Making all sorts of enemies. All to do the last thing he could to make you happy.

• "Fedya," you called, your voice as sweet and soft as it always was. He snaps out of his trance, not realizing his gaze was so far away. "Yes, dear?" He answers, hard, sharp eyes softening upon seeing you. "Come here," you ask.

• he stands up from the chair he was sitting on across the room from you, and walks to your bedside. He puts a hand on your pillow, careful not to touch you. He knows very well that your unique condition is not one that is contagious. Even if it was that wouldn't be the reason he isn't touching you. It's all symbolic, he doesn't want to dirty you any more than he already has. He wants to keep this valuable, albeit cracked little porcelain doll in this state, before it slowly disappears.

• "Hold my hand, Fedya." You tell him. Breaking from his symbolic gestures, he takes your hand in his, caressing you with his thumb as he does so.

• "I want you to do something for me," you ask, not meeting his gaze. "Of course, dear." He answers almost immediately. He knows you never ask him for anything unless it was really important.

• "I want you to stop looking for that book." You say. Fyodor's eyes widen a little, a frown almost forming on his face. But he's smart enough to not need a reason. And he knows you well enough to know you don't want a sappy little conversation between the two of you filled with tears and cries.

• It takes a moment, but he smiles and nods. "Okay," he says. "Anything for you, myshka."

• your final moments are spent with him telling you a story, reading from a book you used to love. It was in Russian, and he would read it to you as a pastime before going to bed together. Even after you're gone, he keeps reading. All the way until he finishes the book. He closes it and looks at you. Your eyes are closed, your mouth is slightly open, as if you were just asleep. He gets up and kisses you on the forehead, and doesn't leave until the doctors come in.

Ok that's all! And sorry but usually when I say "bsd men" I mean these three idiots who I love with my whole heart and my whole pussy🤗 also sorry if some were kinda out of character, especially fyodor, I haven't seen him much in the anime yet since I haven't gotten to s5😅