#you look very happy to have an arm around another man dazai

[moomuzan]

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ they are insanely obsessed with you

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ yandere!bsd men! dazai , fyodor , chuuya

It started small, almost imperceptible. The people who once filled your life—the casual friends, the familiar faces—began to drift away. A canceled plan here, an unanswered text there. At first, you brushed it off as coincidence, the natural ebb and flow of relationships. But then, one by one, the spaces in your life grew emptier, and the only constant that remained was him.

Dazai’s touch in your life was invisible to you but deliberate to him, every thread meticulously pulled to tighten the cocoon he was weaving around you. He told himself it was for love—for your protection. He convinced himself that each person he removed, each tie he severed, was another weight lifted from your fragile existence.

This man made it so easy, so seamless. A quiet word to Kunikida about how overworked you seemed lately, how you needed less responsibility and more time to rest. A subtle comment to Atsushi about giving you space because “too many people leaning on her might overwhelm her.” Even Yosano found herself discouraged from dragging you into her office for her usual banter, all because Dazai planted doubts in her mind about your health, your fragility.

When he intercepted the letter from an old friend of yours, he told himself it was love, tucking it into his desk drawer instead of giving it to you. He told himself it was love when he manipulated missions so that you were always with him, never with anyone else, where he could watch over you, shield you.

Every step he took, every string he pulled, was justified in his mind. “The world is cruel,” he would tell himself, pacing the confines of his apartment, his hands trembling with the intensity of his convictions. “But I can keep her safe. I can keep her happy. Isn’t that love?”

And when doubts crept in—when the hollow echo of your laughter, now rarer and more subdued, made him pause—he buried them deep. You needed him. You might not see it yet, but you did. The thought reassured him, soothed him, even as he sat alone in the dark, the weight of his actions pressing heavily on his chest.

Of course, he never questioned the morality of it since morality had never been part of his equation. The lines between right and wrong blurred the moment he decided he couldn’t lose you, couldn’t bear the thought of anyone or anything stealing you away.

Every time he looked at you, he reassured himself while his gaze lingered far too long, drinking in the sight of you like a man drowning. He told himself it was love when he watched you sleep, the soft rise and fall of your breath calming the storm in his chest, it was love when he saw the way you smiled at him, even if that smile didn’t reach your eyes like it used to. It must have been.

Still, there were moments—fleeting, fragile moments—when his mask cracked. Late at night, as he sat in his chair with a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand, he would wonder if this was love or obsession. He would remember Oda’s words, that love should be selfless, freeing, not this suffocating, consuming thing. But then he would think of you in the arms of someone else, laughing with someone else, and the thought alone was enough to make his blood turn cold. “It’s love,” he would whisper to himself, his voice hollow, his fingers curling tightly around the glass. “It has to be.”

„You are sick,” you whispered when you finally confronted him, the room drawing shadows heavier than the ones in his soul, though the words lacked the venom you intended. “This isn’t love. It’s control. It’s—it’s wrong.”

“Wrong?” He tilted his head, his expression a mixture of amusement and heartbreak, as though the very notion pained him. “Tell me, does the bird hate its cage when it keeps it from predators? Does it curse the one who feeds it, protects it, cherishes it?”

Like a pang of doubt that rippled through your resolve, the analogy struck something deep within you. He stepped closer still, his forehead nearly touching yours, his breath warm against your skin.

“I’m doing this for you,” he said, and there was something almost mournful in his tone, as though he regretted your inability to see things his way. “You’re too precious to be left at the mercy of the world. I won’t let it destroy you. I won’t let anyone destroy you. Even if it means you hate me for it.”

Although you wanted to fight back, to scream, to push him away, the weight of his words pressed against you, leaving you vulnerable and unsure. He had always been good with words—too good—and now they tangled in your mind like webs, trapping you in the complexity of his logic.

Yet the longer you stood there, the more the fight drained out of you. Maybe it was the exhaustion of always doubting, always questioning. Or maybe it was the quiet, insidious truth that a part of you didn’t want to leave him. He had taken so much from you, but he had also filled the void in ways you couldn’t explain, couldn’t deny.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes searched yours, and what you saw there wasn’t triumph—it was devotion. Twisted, unrelenting, suffocating devotion.

“I love you,” he said simply, and the words felt like both a confession and a death sentence.

You exhaled shakily, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know if I can believe you.”

Sad, almost wistful, he smiled as though he had anticipated your answer. “You will,” he said. “In time, you’ll see that I’m the only one who truly cares for you. And when you do, I’ll be here. Always.”

And though every fiber of your being told you to run, you stayed. Because the truth was, as terrifying as his love was, the thought of being without it scared you even more.

Deeply so, this break had shattered something inside Chuuya. It wasn’t just the loss of a partner, a comrade—no, it was something deeper, more primal. The day Dazai left was the day the world tilted, the day his mind fractured in ways even he couldn’t have predicted. It wasn’t just about losing Dazai—it was about the fear of losing someone else, losing anyone else. That gnawing, desperate hunger to keep you close, to shield you from everything, to keep you from slipping through his fingers like Dazai had.

Naturally, he did what he had to do.

Once a space of normality, your room, was now a carefully constructed fortress. The curtains were always drawn, a soft, dim light casting everything in a sickly shade. He would stand outside your door for hours, listening for any sound, any sign that you were still there, still within his grasp. He had the ability to make his presence felt even when he wasn’t physically near you—his shadow stretching across your life, always lurking. Always watching.

When you woke in the mornings, he was there. When you went to sleep at night, he was still there, seated in the corner of your room, a glass of whiskey in hand, his gaze never leaving you.

The mafia executive wasn’t cruel. No, not at first. His charm, his words, they were as sweet as they were deadly. “I’m only doing this for us,” he would say, his voice warm, almost affectionate. He’d smile, but it never reached his eyes. “No one will hurt you. Not like they hurt me.”

He’d coax you into talking, into laughing, into behaving. His hands were gentle at first, trailing across your skin, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear. He’d tell you how beautiful you were, how precious you were, how lucky he was to have you all to himself. But every compliment, every touch, had an underlying current of control, an unspoken warning that you could never escape.

The world outside was no longer yours to navigate. No, Chuuya had made sure of that. You rarely left his quarters now—only when he deemed it necessary. Even then, he would accompany you, his eyes always watching. His influence reached deep into the Mafia, cutting off connections before they even had a chance to form. If you met with someone outside of his approval, they were gone. If anyone, anyone, even thought of stepping too close to you, they found themselves dealt with in ways you never saw coming.

With you no longer being free to come and go as you pleased, your missions were reduced, controlled, and carefully managed. No one would dare take you away from him. They knew what would happen if they did. Chuuya had made his message clear—you were his.

And yet, when you complied, when you didn’t resist, when you behaved, he was charming, attentive, a lover in every sense of the word. He’d lavish you with gifts, with praise, with everything you wanted and needed, until you almost forgot the trap that had closed around you. The sweetness of his attention almost made you believe that perhaps, just perhaps, this was the way things were meant to be. That maybe the way he looked at you—like a rare, priceless gem—was the way love was supposed to feel.

Yet when you didn’t behave—when you pushed, even slightly, when you questioned him or tried to leave—that’s when the change came. The door would slam shut behind you, his smile would vanish and he charming words would turn into cold, clipped sentences.

“Don’t make me remind you who’s in charge here.” His voice would be low, but there was no kindness left in it. Only an edge, sharp and unforgiving. When you would try to retreat, to hide from him, he would follow you—always.

“I’m not letting you leave,” he’d whisper in the dark, his breath warm against your neck, a cruel contrast to the steel in his tone. “Not again. I can’t lose you too.”

And then, there was that shift—like something snapping—in the way he moved, in the way he held you. He would pull you to him with such force that it almost hurt, his hands trembling, but only in that moment, when he feared losing you. His kisses would be hungry, demanding, as if trying to make up for everything he had already lost. His hands would grip your arms, your wrists, too tightly, as if afraid that you might disappear right in front of him.

“You’ll never leave me,” he would say, as much a promise as a threat. “I can’t lose you like I lost him. You understand that, don’t you?”

And in those moments, you could see it—the desperation behind his eyes. The way his usual smug demeanor broke down into something raw, something fragile. His need for control was no longer subtle—it was desperate, suffocating. Every time you tried to move away, to regain the smallest piece of freedom, he would pull you closer, until your world was nothing but him.

“Please,” you whispered once, “Chuuya, this isn’t love. It’s obsession.”

An empty smile formed on his lips. “Isn’t it the same thing, in the end? You and me… I can’t let you go. Not again. You’re mine, and I’ll keep you safe. No one can take you from me, not ever again.”

And when you didn’t respond, when the hopelessness in your eyes spoke louder than words, he would close the distance, his hands gentle again—though his eyes remained cold, unyielding.

The charm was back, for now. But the coldness, the possessiveness, lingered beneath the surface, always. Because Chuuya had seen what happened when you slipped away from him before, and he would never make that mistake again.

You were his now, and he was never going to let you forget it.

It began so slowly, you didn’t notice at first. People started to slip from your life, fading like mist, until one day, you looked around and realized the room felt quieter than it ever had before. Your friends, the ones who had once made you laugh, once filled your life with noise and warmth, were no longer around. Their texts became less frequent, the calls abandoned, the invitations to dinner or even simple catch-ups slowly turning into hollow echoes of what they once were.

At first, you reasoned with yourself. People get busy. Life shifts. Maybe they just didn’t need you anymore, just as you had begun to doubt the sincerity of some relationships in your own life. But as time passed, you began to notice one constant that remained, like a shadow that stretched across your world—Fyodor Dostoevsky: The man who was always there, always watching, always waiting. The more others drifted away, the closer he became, until it felt almost like a necessity. He would always ask how you were, but the words felt laced with something more, as if he already knew, already understood. Perhaps that’s why, despite the growing isolation, you didn’t push him away. Because, in truth, he was the only one who seemed to see you, the only one who seemed to understand what you were feeling, even when you didn’t know yourself.

Yet when the silence grew louder, the empty spaces between texts grew wider, Fyodor’s presence was a gentle murmur, his soft gaze reassuring in its subtle way. He didn’t say much, but he was always there, sitting across from you, those dark eyes watching, studying you like a puzzle he had already solved. His proximity became an anchor, even if you weren’t sure why you needed it.

“You are the only one who understands me,” you’d hear him whisper sometimes, his voice so soft it felt like an incantation, a fragile truth you never quite dared to speak.

While you told yourself that you understood, too, you saw his world, too. You recognized his loneliness. His isolation. His need to control everything, to manipulate the chaos that surrounded him, to shape reality the way he wanted. You understood because, in some twisted way, his isolation mirrored yours. You, too, had been abandoned by those who once mattered. You, too, had felt the creeping emptiness, the quiet desolation that threatened to swallow you whole.

But what did it mean when Fyodor told you, “You are the only one who understands me”? Was it love? Was it genuine, or just another manipulation, another carefully spun thread designed to pull you deeper into his world, a world that you felt, over time, was slowly becoming your own?

He never had to make grand declarations. He really didn’t need to. His quiet, constant presence was enough. Each time you looked at him, you could see the way he measured every moment, every glance, the way he waited for you to take the first step. He made you feel special, in a way that was both intoxicating and suffocating. When he touched you—just a brush of his fingers against yours, a fleeting, lingering gaze—you didn’t pull away. How could you? You wanted to be close to him. But the closer you got, the more you wondered if this was how it was always meant to be: your life, your entire existence, distilled into this quiet, almost oppressive bond between the two of you.

Though few, his words were always chosen with care. “The world is a cruel place,” he would murmur, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he leaned in closer, just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “But I would never abandon you like the others have. I know you better than they ever could.” His smile was slight, almost imperceptible, but there was something in it—something dark—that made your heart skip.

As you stopped questioning him, the isolation, the growing distance from everyone else, felt inevitable, like the natural progression of your life. With each subtle shift, you found that the empty spaces filled with him, and his smile, cold and calculated, became all you had. When your phone rang now, it was always Fyodor. When someone else tried to reach out, you would hesitate, knowing it was only him who could make you feel understood, make you feel like you mattered.

And yet, there were nights—long, lonely nights—when you would wonder. You would sit in the dim light of your apartment, staring at the reflection in the window, and ask yourself if this was really what you wanted.

But those doubts never lasted long. Fyodor was always there, always beside you, his presence so unyielding that even when you wanted to scream, you couldn’t, you shouldn’t.

“You don’t need them,” he would say, his voice soft as he stood behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Not when you have me.”

There was comfort in those words. There was safety. Protection. And the longer you stayed, the more the world outside seemed distant, irrelevant. No one else could give you this, no one else could fill the silence like he could.

“You’re the only one who truly understands me,” he repeated one night, his words low, heavy, as his hands slipped around your waist, pulling you into him. There was something cold in the way he said it, but it wasn’t unkind. It wasn’t harsh.

Wanting to argue, wanting to tell him that he was wrong, that this wasn’t how love worked, you hesitated because, in that moment, you realized with a terrible clarity that you, too, didn’t know what love was anymore. All you knew was him. All you knew was this dark, quiet world he had created, a world where you were his and no one else’s.

Deep down, unraveling in that place you didn’t want to acknowledge, you understood. He was right. No one else understood you the way he did. No one else saw the loneliness in you, the one that he so carefully nurtured. You were his. And he was yours.

There was no escape anymore. Only him. Only his presence.

And so, with a quiet surrender, you accepted it. Because, after all, you told yourself, he was the only one who understood you.

hello a/n i went partially insane with chuuyas part … hehe ??

[etrevil]

The look of a happy man with an arm around another man until an earthquake alerts him that his ex just dropped by.

[oikasugayama]

Late happy new year!! First of all, I just wanna say that I LOOOOOOOVED ur akutagawa nsfw alphabet!! It was really in character imo especially cuz I've started simping for him a lot lately. Can I request an nsfw alphabet for Dazai??

Happy New Year!! Thank you, I'm so glad you liked it and I find it very satisfying that you thought it was in character!!! Hopefully I can do Dazai's NSFW alphabet the same justice :D

Dazai honestly kind of fucking sucks at aftercare. It's not that he neglects you or pushes you away or anything, but he does the bare minimum because he's already in shut-down mode after using all his energy to fuck you nice and good. He'll cross his ankles and lay back with his hands behind his head, grinning up at the ceiling and you'll have to roll over and cling to his side and tell him to hold you. He does it happily, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. “You were so good for me,” he whispers. “I can't wait to do that again.” It's nice but it's about all he does, letting you both fall asleep sweat-sticky and covered in cum. The showers in the morning are incredible, but the stains on the bedsheets are annoying.

His favorite body part is your tits. He likes that they fill his hand nicely. He likes playing with your nipples and making you whine. He likes just holding them and squishing them. He likes that he can look at them at absolutely any point in the day and they’re just pretty and nice and he can’t help it, he’s just a man, he likes boobies. He especially loves when you’re cuddling and you let him hold your boobs just for fun.

He’s an expert at making you cum on his tongue. He loves lapping it up and slurping it out of you and sucking it off his fingers. He doesn’t play that “it’s okay if I don’t cum” shit. You’re going to cum, especially if your past partners haven’t made you. He’s obsessive about his goal and he will pull out all the stops to make it happen. And when you go down on him, he sure likes when you swallow his cum but he won’t make you because he likes it just as much splattered across your face.

His dirty talk game is unparalleled. He’s a fucking demon. Part of what makes it so intense is that he’ll start it absolutely anywhere. It doesn’t matter if you’re at work, in public, with friends, on the phone, or at home in peace. If he wants to turn you on, or if he wants to fuck with you, he’ll use his low, calm voice and lean in so, so close. He’ll crowd into your space, slowly pull your hair back from your shoulder, tuck it behind your ear, and say something like “I bet Kunikida could use a lesson on how to eat pussy. Why don’t I spread you out on the table so we can teach him?”

He doesn’t talk about how experienced he is, but based on how skilled he is, there’s a good chance he’s had a lot of practice. He never confirms whether that’s the case, or if he’s just picked up all his tips and tricks through his vast study of human anatomy. If you expressed that it truly bothered you to not know, he’d confess that he’s actually not been with that many people and that yeah, he knows what to do because he studied extensively, but if you don’t ask he won’t tell. He likes to keep the suave facade.

His favorite position is pretzel (cartoon depiction). You both like how deep he can get in doggy, but he wants to see your face. Watching your reactions to what he does to you is his favorite part of fucking, so he found another position. You lay on your side with one leg in the air, he straddles your lower leg and fucks you from there--he loves it, he likes holding your leg and kissing it while getting balls deep and watching your eyes roll back as he fucks the deepest part of you.

He absolutely can be goofy in bed. Sometimes he’ll randomly stop all movement and start laughing, and you have to ask what happened, and he can have a range of weird ass responses. One notable one was “I don’t know why but in my head I just called my dick ‘my little dinky’ and now I can’t stop laughing.” He genuinely collapses on top of you laughing about that one and eventually once the laughing has subsided his hips lazily start humping you again and it’s so ridiculous and you just have unserious silly-talk sex after that.

Dazai honestly kind of hates hand-jobs. It’s not that he doesn’t like your hands--they are nice and soft and he likes holding them or having them roam over other parts of his body!-- but if he’s getting pleasure on his dick he wants it wet. Your mouth, your pussy, or even your ass if you’re into anal. He wants his dick in something tight and wet that he can cum deep inside.

He absolutely loves fucking in inappropriate locations, hence why he dirty talks with you anywhere he so pleases. He honestly needs a partner who’s a bit more respectful of appropriate sexual spaces than he is otherwise he’d do something ridiculous like sneak you into Chuuya’s office and fuck you over his desk just to piss off his old partner if he catches you in there. Actually, he’d really like to do that, now that it’s on his mind…

He jacks off a lot :/ He hasn’t had a partner in a long time and as much as he flirts with people he’s not actually very successful in pulling one night stands. This is why when he has a partner he wants to cum inside of them rather than because of their hand-- he’s so fucking sick of his own hand. If he has to jack off one more fucking time he might launch himself off the roof. Please for the love of god let him cum inside.

He definitely has some kinks. He likes sensation play, he likes edging and orgasm denial, he can absolutely get into impact play if you want him to spank you. He doesn’t want to be degraded or talked down to because no matter how much it’s reaffirmed that it’s only words during sex, his brain tends to hold onto it and obsess over it. He doesn’t really like to degrade you either for the same reason; for his own mental health he needs the verbal focus to be filthy rather than insulting.

When he realizes he loves you, the way he fucks you changes. At first you’re having fun, he’s blowing your back out every night, he’s eating you out for so long and so intensely that you’re sensitive and sore for hours. When he realizes he’s in love with you, he lays you down gently, making out with you slowly and sensually. His hands move very delicately, tickling you and teasing you. He fucks you missionary this time, staying as close to your body as he can. His thrusts are slow and measured and he keeps kissing you, kissing your neck, occasionally moving down to suck on your tits before coming back up to say you feel so good and “fuck, thank you,” and when he cums he might accidentally whimper that he loves you.

His sexual motivation is mutual pleasure. He has a high sex drive once sex is a habit for him again (i.e. when he doesn’t have to masturbate to get his rocks off). He wants you every day and he gets whiny if he can’t have it. (The best time to dom him is when one of you has been away for a few days and he’s desperate to get his hands on you--push him down, tell him to shut up and do what you say, and he’s putty in your hands). Like mentioned before, he doesn’t play with that “you don’t have to make me cum” shit. He! Will! Make! You! Cum! Or! He! Will! Die!

Also as mentioned, Dazai says NO to most degradation. Once you point out that calling you a dirty little whore and a cock slut technically counts as degradation he’s like “okay, well that’s fine,” but he never allows anything like “you’re useless unless you’re being fucked,” because his brain stops after “useless” and it just makes him feel bad. Almost anything else he’d try. He’d honestly be turned on if you dragged the tip of a knife around his body (without cutting him). He’d think it’s hot to watch you fuck someone else (but he’d have to be tied up otherwise he’d get jealous and rip that other person off of you). He doesn’t want to fuck anyone besides you unless it’s as a threesome+. You have to be involved.

Dazai fucking LOVES GIVING YOU ORAL. Again, he has studied human anatomy immensely. He knows exactly what to do to make you cum. He knows how to move his tongue, where to move it, how fast, how long. He knows how to finger you at the same time to double or even triple your pleasure. He could literally eat you out until his lips wrinkled up from being against your wet pussy for so long. He definitely gets hard from eating you out and could rut against the bed and nut in his pants from making you cum.

He has no pace preference; he very much goes for what the day demands. Sometimes you’re grumpy or cranky and he’s pent-up and feels like brat taming and he gets you into bed and fucks the absolute shit out of you. Sometimes he’s overwhelmed with how much he loves you and he takes such sweet, slow care of you. It all depends on how you’re both feeling!!

Dazai will never turn down a quickie, though it always leaves him wanting more. If you both work at the ADA he’ll coincidentally run out of pens and offer to go get more from the supply closet at the same time that you leave the office to go to the bathroom--and then he’ll follow you in, lock the door behind you, and fuck you against the sink, hoping none of the other girls need the toilet for the next 15 minutes.

He definitely will take sexual risks. He’ll fuck you at work, he’ll ask you for a blowjob any time you pass a random alleyway, he’ll put your hand on his crotch under the table at dinner, he’ll try to finger you under your dress in the back of a car as someone drives you home. He’s a little horndog. He’ll also take the risk of cumming inside you even if you’re not on birth control--he insists you’ll find a way together to take care of any consequences but please please please let him cum inside it feel so good he wants it in you it’s so hot please let him please please please.

Dazai has a lot of stamina, thus why he can eat you out for hours at a time. He could start teasing you or making you cum in the morning and still drag orgasms out of you by the end of the night. It’s about pacing. He’ll have you bounce on his fingers, cum on his tongue, then he’ll fuck you doggy in front of a mirror and after cuddling you while idly playing with your nipples for almost an hour he’ll be hard again and have you ride him, and on and on and on and on…

What doesn’t turn Dazai on? He’s a simple man. You could walk into the room, flash him your tits, and his dick will literally spring to life. Just look at him and say “I want to have sex. Do you?” and his balls twitch. He likes when you’re confident and when you pretend to be a sweet little innocent thing for him to wreck. He likes you in clothes and out of them. He thinks it’s hot when you say something smart. He thinks it’s hot when you use your ability. He’s so smitten by everything you do.

He can be unfair as fuck in bed. It’s not even funny. Yes, his policy is that you will cum by the time he’s done, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to cum fast, or even as many times as he does. He’ll edge you for literal hours meanwhile he’s cum so many times he’s literally shooting blanks. He’ll edge you for so long and so intensely that when he finally says “okay, you can cum” and he flicks his tongue over your clit, you bust almost instantly. He was the Port Mafia’s best interrogator, remember? He knows how to make someone squirm and now he uses it to sexually torment you.

Volume: HIGH. He’s loud in bed and he wants you to be too. If his neighbors (sorry, Kunikida and Ranpo!!) aren’t sending him angry texts to shut the fuck up or buy them noise-cancelling headphones as an apology, he must not be doing a good enough job and he needs to up the ante! He doesn’t try to be loud, he just lets his body do whatever it wants, and what it wants is to moan and shout and yell. He makes you do it, too, telling you that his neighbors can’t hear it (lies). He loves when you scream after he’s edged you for so long. He wants your screams of pleasure to drown out all the memories of screams of torture that he used to cause.

The most out of pocket sexual wild-card that Dazai pulls on you is *dramatic drumroll* fucking you in Chuuya’s office. Yeah, after he mentioned it that one time he couldn’t stop thinking about it and so he dragged you to the PM buildings, snuck inside with you, found Chuuya’s executive office and started absolutely going to town on you. You’re honestly kind of scared shitless, but he reminds you that if he falls, the PM goes with him, and you calm down a little…until the office door opens, and Chuuya starts screaming at Dazai for being in here and also What the fuck is wrong with you, I thought you were kidding!! Wait, what? Turns out Dazai not only told Chuuya he was going to fuck you in his office, but he invited Chuuya to join and Chuuya jokingly said “yeah, if you can manage to sneak into my office with some hot babe I’ll tag team her with you,” and shit, here you are (o_o) [i wrote it, click here to read]

Dazai likes watching x-rated videos with you to get ideas. Sometimes the best way to find new positions or find new roleplay ideas is to watch porn together, sooooo… You know he never does work at home, so whenever he has his laptop out it’s gotta be time to cuddle against his side and watch porn like normal people watch reality TV. “Ohh, this one’s labeled ‘sex education’ and it’s called ‘top 10 best sex positions’.” “Do you wanna try wife-cheating-on-husband roleplay?” “I can pretend to be a plumber coming to fix your sink and you can coerce me into sex for payment?”

If you ask Dazai why he’s so obsessed with sex and why it seems to be the only thing he thinks about or wants to do with you, he’ll do some serious self-reflection. He just really desperately yearns for you, and for closeness to you, and he doesn’t really know how to fulfill that so he resorts to sex because the climax of an orgasm definitely gives him a wave of good feelings. Turns out, he likes sitting with you and having deep, serious conversations as well. He feels weird opening up about dark things in his past, but when you do it because you trust him, he realizes he trusts you too and tells you things he’s never told anyone. He learns that he can be close to you without sex (but he’s still a horndog, he still needs it).

Dazai likes fucking you to sleep. He likes imagining the little zZzZz floating out of your mouth when you’re still spread out on the bed, naked, sweat still drying on your skin, pussy still glistening with cum and wetness as your exhausted body makes you sleep after finally cumming after hours of play. He always tries to tell you that if you close your eyes after you cum, you’re going to fall asleep, but you never heed his warning and it happens all the time. He just lays with you and takes a little power nap <3

[deonsx]

If They Cheat On You

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai, Jouno

Content: Cheating..

Dazai Osamu

The man you loved more than yourself in the world doesn't come home anymore, even if he comes, he comes drunk and late at night. When you saw him like this, you asked him a lot of questions, but he dismissed them all with the excuse of "work"

It was one of those nights, you sat on your seat overlooking the sea and started waiting for Osamu, but he didn't come early as usual, hours passed, you only thought about him, you had no patience anymore, finally the sound of the key was heard and the door opened, a familiar silhouette entered, turned on the light of the dark room and made you see him clearly. messy hair, rumpled trench coat, unbuttoned white shirt, and a faint smell of alcohol

You stood up from the couch and directed your step towards the brunette who finally noticed you. You looked at his indifferent face. His face was no longer looking at you with those tender, happy and loving eyes as before.. his gloomy face was dragging you into the darkness, "You-" just as he was talking, you saw bite marks under his scattered bandages and The truth you never wanted to accept has finally been revealed

Your eyes filled with tears as if they were burning, the tears stinging your eyes made you wrinkle your face "Why..? Just tell me.." the seriousness on his face did not change but the brunette let out a deep breath "I'm sorry you're right you deserved at least an explanation s/o" your eyes filled with pain even more. His face, indifferent and not caring about you anymore, was hurting you. “Now..I don't feel anything for you anymore”

Chuuya Nakahara

Your boyfriend was sleeping around at work for a long time and this made you suspicious after a long time, you finally decided to go to his workplace. It was the middle of the night, everywhere was dark except for one part, in that part, white light was leaking from under Chuuya's office, he was a hard worker. You knew that's why you never insisted, but now... you hear moaning sounds coming from your boyfriend's office

"No, this can't be real" you chose to tell yourself false stories in a light whisper and denied seeing the truth, but your steps were slowly approaching those voices, you could see Chuuya through the glass door and..a blonde girl was sitting on his lap.. "You smell of wine, my love" Chuuya was thin. He said it while kissing a certain woman's hands..the lies he told you...was he telling her now?

You had the strength to open the glass door even after seeing this.. slowly your hand reached for the door handle and the door opened wide to look at the faces of the duo who had not seen you yet and yes, now they were both looking at you with serious but nervous eyes. "S/o...?" The name he bestowed on you with kisses on your warm skin every night was now telling you while another woman was in his arms

He looked away but then the woman got off his lap and hid behind him "What, you think I'm going to hurt her?" You said it with a smile of pain, but chuuya said the thing that broke you, "Please don't hurt her, she's not guilty."

Fyodor Dostoyevski

A new woman had come to the place where you worked with your boyfriend, she was the same age as you and a model-like woman. She was brunette, tall, with colorful eyes and a melodious tongue. You were always suspicious of someone like her, but you trusted Fyodor very much. A month passed and you only saw the woman in the mornings. Apart from that, no one could find her, and this made you suspicious

Something escaped their mouth as they listened to their co-workers gossiping "This new woman is around that guy every day" Your friend said with a pout on her face and the others agreed, you frowned "She has a boyfriend? How long have you known?" When you asked this, the surroundings fell silent, everyone had a worried expression on their faces, they were so relaxed that they didn't realize you were there

They turned to you, who was leaning behind them in the doorway, and coughed rapidly, "Nothing! Come on guys, let's get to work!" Everyone disappeared in a hurry, but that was enough to make you cringe. You weren't stupid, but you had some ideas about who this man was, your boyfriend Fyodor? Was it him? You used to leave work first every night, but before this sitation we used to go out always together

You waited for it to be night and you waited for the message that Fyodor sent you every night. Finally, your phone rang and every day's message was mailed to you in the same way. "Honey, I have a busy workday today, see you tomorrow." The sign you were waiting for came, you slowly walked towards the direction of his office, that is, the basement. No one would enter this floor unless something important happened. After all, it was the boss's office. "Slow down, dear!" a girl moan?

Finally everything came true and it was that girl's voice.. you didn't want to go in and show yourself and you didn't want to cry in front of the door you quickly ran out of the office and went to the shared house you lived with your boyfriend and packed your things then before turning off your phone you sent him one last message "I throw away the one who gave me pain, I'm leaving you”

Nikolai Gogol

It's been a long time since you've been together, every moment you spent together made your heart soar and butterflies fly in your belly, he made you feel very special, he was with you in every moment, these are what you thought when you looked at your pregnancy test, the butterflies in your belly have given way to a beautiful child

You were going to give him this surprise when he got home and that's why you decided to tell him that you were not at home. You sent a message saying "Honey, I'm going out to have fun with friends tonight" Now all you had to do was wait for your boyfriend

But your boyfriend didn't come home, it's been a long time, but he didn't come home. Under normal circumstances, he would come through the door of your house sulking, having finished his work... you called him to make sure and he answered the phone after ringing twice. "Hello, love?" Hearing his affectionate voice on the other end of the phone made you even more happy to wait. "Nikolai, I called to let you know that I will be late," you said with a chirp. After 1-2 minutes, you hung up the phone and continued to wait for him

It was 10:00pm when you heard the door lock and yes you could finally hear her chirping laughter but you thought "What is she laughing at??" You thought it must be one of his stupid jokes again. When the door opened, you waited to greet him, but when he walked in with a woman, your world fell apart. Your boyfriend's laughter faded quickly, his face looked at you with tension. "You/him?" You were just looking at the woman he brought with him

You had a big fight and you even tried to attack the woman but instead of explaining to you nikolai protected the woman and this drove you crazy "Were you cheating on me!? all this time? was everything a lie!" You slapped Nikolai hard, but he didn't speak, the woman next to him spoke to you instead. "Please don't hurt him!" what.. were you to blame?? Why did they put you in this position?

You quickly left that house with the child in your womb, you cut off all ties with him without needing to tell him. Before leaving, he said only one thing to you: "I couldn’t leave you when I should have left.. I'm sorry”

Jouno Saigiku

Everything was thought out thoroughly, a beautiful table and official candles that highlighted the romance of the table, a nice meat dinner, everything was ready for our 3rd anniversary, and now you just had to wait...

Hours passed but no one came, Jouno didn't come.. he was late some days of the week these days, but you got confirmation from him whether he could come for today's surprise... but he didn't show up, you decided to call him as the clock hit 1 am. He didn't answer, you sent him a message but he didn't reply

Now you were just worried and you didn't know what to do, it hurt to be ignored, he had promised you but he wasn't here, what if something happened to him? You called each of his coworkers and they said he had already left work. To his surprise, he had already finished work 2 hours before your scheduled time.. so where was he now?

You just waited.. the clock struck the morning and you were desperately worried about him on the table where there were already melted candles. When you heard the door being unlocked with the key, you got up with excitement, he didn't care if he was late or he forgot, we were just wondering if he was hurt or not, until the door opened and jouno with messy hair and Until you see come with kiss marks on your jacket

"What is this jouno..?" You asked the confused man as your eyes scanned all traces of him, He didn't answer and that drove you crazy You pulled his shirt and started yelling at him "3 YEARS! 3 WHOLE YEARS AND YOU CHOOSE TO CHEAT ON ME ON OUR ANNIVERSARY!?" His hands moved to the ones you were choking him with and he moved his head away "This day wasn't special...it's been 5 months s/o"

Enjoy!

[riiwrites]

bsd boys love language

authors note : hi guys i’m back, I���ve had no motiviation what so ever so please have this as an apology </3 ( =ω= )

includes : atsushi, dazai, chuuya, ranpo, kunikida

genre : fluff

warnings : none

wc : 1378

Atsushi Nakajima

Physical Touch & Words of Affirmations

At first he’s not too keen on the whole physical touch concept. I mean he would gladly hold your hand and give you cheek kisses, the little things. But I don’t think he’d be so willing at first due to how he’s not quite used to being touched in such an affectionate way.

He finds it hard to warm up to that kind of stuff so easily. But once he takes that risk and opens up to you then oh boy, he’s hooked.

He’s so in love with holding your hand tightly wherever you guys go, your fingers interlocked with one another ever so tightly.

He’s a sucker for giving you little kisses on your face and hands too, cheeks, lips forehead, nose you name it.

If he ever just needed a break from the world and just from everything, he would go to you instantly, placing his hands on your hips and burrowing his head into your neck, resting it there and basking the scent of your hair and his problems all fade away into thin air.

Bottom line, he’s absolutely whipped for your touch <3

Atsushi melts at him receiving compliments and praise. He gets all flustered as he’s always trying his best and he’s really happy to know that you take notice of him trying to be the best he can be for you and everyone else.

Atsushi also absolutely worships you in the cutest ways possibly. He absolutely adores you and is determined to make it clear.

He’s quick to give you the sweetest compliments ever.

"oh love, you look so beautiful today."

"i love your outfit today, you look stunning"

"you look so precious today, sweetheart!"

He always gives you these compliments because he always wants you to know you’re enough. You’re absolutely perfect to him and he feels so lucky that you’re in his life and he doesn’t understand how and what he did to deserve it but he cherishes you ever so close to him and his heart.

Always complimenting you and always loving you dearly <3

Dazai Osamu

Physical Touch

Dazai is a very touchy man. He is practically all over you all the time.

He’s not clingy per say, but he’s just very touchy and wants to constantly be caressing you in some kind of way. he’s clingy.

When it’s in public, he’s not too clingy as he doesn’t want the attention to be all on you two whilst you’re out and about, you’re for him only nobody else deserves to know and see you two in such affectionate ways.

But he does do little signs of PDA and affection in public.

Yknow the thing in romance movies when the guy puts his hand in the others back jean pocket (please tell me someone knows what i mean)

Yeah, he does that.

When you’re home alone though, prepare for not being left alone because he’s jumping you. (with love of course!)

He loves cuddling you, being the big spoon in bed and stuff. Although he is the little spoon when he’s at his most softest with you :)

Dazai also loves giving you little kisses all over your precious little face. He just loves grabbing your cute cheeks in his rough hands and starts puckering his lips all over your face as you scrunch up your nose and giggle at his antics.

If you work with him at the agency, he tries his best to distract you by coming up from behind you and snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you in, hugging you and basically smothering you until you give up with your assigned cases.

He feels proud when you give in and Kunikida ends up scolding him for it.

Chuuya Nakahara

Gift Giving & Quality Time

Chuuya treats you like royalty. He thinks you’re the most graceful thing to have ever stepped foot onto this planet, so he thinks if you are royalty you should be treated as such.

With his pay, he treats with the most exquisite gifts ever, he loves to spoil you. He just adores seeing your eyes light up in admiration and your cheeks puff up as the corners of your lips perk up into a bright and heart filled smile.

He’ll buy you the most pricey shoes and/or heels to ever exist, along with a whole brand new dress/suit for you to wear on your next date.

On specific holidays, such as your birthday or Valentine’s Day he is on an absolute spending rampage to get everything you could possibly imagine. He makes sure to have everything planned out for both of your guys’ special day.

Whenever he couldn’t be home for dinners or even just in general when he couldn’t show up, he would buy you a special little gift as an apology for him not being able to show up.

"I’m sorry I couldn’t show, doll. you said ya liked that necklace yeah? it’s all yours." <3

Chuuya loves spending quality time just by walking through the streets of Yokohama with you holding his arm ever so gently, browsing through the shops and enjoying the fresh air as you rest your cheek against your lovers shoulder, so in love with him as he’s so in love with you <33

Chuuya also adores just basking in the sweet silence with you, you sitting between his legs as he rests his head on the top of yours, playing with your hair and closing his pretty eyes.

Nothing but beautiful sweet silence with you. <3

Ranpo Edogawa

Physical Touch & Gift Giving

Ranpo, other than candy, craves your touch. He’s so whipped for just hugging you and having your arms around him or vice versa. He loves a little lazy day with you when you’re either in his arms or he’s in your yours and you’re both just relaxing and enjoying eachothers company.

You both are always in some sort of cuddling position. Wherever it’s you behind him or him behind you, you’re both cuddling somewhere and someplace.

He’s also 100% the little spoon of the relationship too, I don’t make the rules. He just loves being in your arms in general and enjoys being close to you when you’re both sleeping.

Like I said previously, he enjoys lazy days with you. A lazy day with Ranpo consists of you two, pajamas on all day, a cozy bed, lots of snacks and sweets is a must along with a big screen TV as you both watch thrillers and murder mysteries together.

Unfortunately for you though, Ranpo already knows the killer the moment the movie starts so he’s alright right and spoils the ending for you when he’s feeling cheeky.

Kunikida Doppo

Acts of Service

Kunikida is a very active man. Always on his feet, doing basically everything he can for his work place and for his lovely partner.

When he does stuff for you, he’s willing to do it, no questions asked. It doesn’t feel like a chore when he’s doing it for you.

He’ll water the plants in your apartment, cook for you, clean for you.

You ask him if he needs any help? No, he’s okay thanks for the offer though. He always insists on having you relax and take a break for yourself even though the poor man doesn’t take breaks for himself.

I firmly believe he has a set on schedule where he has a whole day planned out where he just does all the work that needs to be done for you and just lets you have a nice day off.

He loves seeing your precious soft smile as you kiss his cheek and thank him so much for all he’s done for you, he practically melts into your touch but he quickly composes it with those stern eyes but a soft smile to capture that sweetness.

He takes note of things that you personally like doing or things you actually don’t particularly like doing and instead he does those things for you.

He takes in the little details of you and pays attention to your likes and dislikes and makes sure that he can fufill your own ideals and happiness because you deserve to be happy too <3

[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.

[strom-in-the-sky]

Hi, I read your chubby reader story and fell in love. It would be great to see another one again. I would be very happy if you do it, but this time, dazai is very serious and he learned that his s/o was being bullied before, or he saved her when she was being bullied at that exact moment. a story

Hi! Sorry it took me so long to reply to this. I lost motivation to Wright it. 😔

My bella~

Horrible Wright, chubby reader, gender neutral is such but more leaning to female reader. dazai calling reader Bella or girl. Bullying. Comfort. Suggestive ending. No y/n only you.

Osamu loved you. He loved how you called him Osamu than dazai. It made him feel so alive. He felt human. He loved you dearly so much. At first, he never expected to fall in love, but he adores his Bella so much. The way you're so much softer, then him God knows he is more stinky as a twig. But he loved to share a big meal with you, not that he cared to eat alot- he adored seeing you cheeks puffed up! He just wants to squish them or bit them like mochi! Don't get him started on the legs! He loves them! In a non sexual way. He loved to rest his heaf on your lap when you're at his apartment or just squish them like a cat. The same with your chest, he could lay on you for days and sleep like a bear on a cave for days on end without moving. Dazai was living the best life in his opinion. Dazai doesn't care for size or what you look like he adores all women. Dazai adores you, and it was clear as day at times when he completely stops flirting with other women and showers you with love and affection. You're the last person he wants to hurt. And dazai. Dazai is very dead on with his goals.

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Dazai took you on a date to the mall. And he left yo to go get ice cream since it was very hot. It was clear as day dazai was a handsome man. Giving his looks, body, and voice. He was everyone go to man for a woman. So when a group of girls eyed him with you. They were jealous and spiteful women. They tried with him first only to get ignored. He gave them a smile and, ever so polite, brushed them off. So a peaceful you sitting at the chairs waiting for your boyfriend to come back. The group of girls. Three the middle one with blond hair seamed the leader of them all. Snickering and laughing. "Did you see that ugly woman with him? What could possibly be going through his head? He must be getting paid to date her!" They were chatting loudly. At first, you brushed it off before it became more and more clear. They were shaming you. Before walking over.* "yea! What are you even doing with a man like that, uh? You should give me his number. I bet I can give him a batter woman to take care of." The blonde hair woman spoke. She smirked as she slimmed and pretty. I'm not saying you weren't you where the perfect looks for a woman may be even better than you could... she had the looks and style, and dazai did used to flirt with women her type....

Dazai had come back as he started at what was happening now. dazai wasn't stupid. He acted stupid, but he never is. He can take a situation and read it clearly as day. So when he saw the same girls he rejected, he came over with the ice cream cups in hand.* "Bella! Why haven't you told me you were making friends! I hope my lovely girl hasn't been waiting long for this dirt bag, leaving his poor Bella all alone!" He moved to sit next to you as he placed the cups down and wrapped his arms around your waist. "My pretty Bella, I love you so much." He softly mumbled as he smothered you in kisses. Gently bitting your cheek in a playfully nip before he looked out at the girls with a look. 'Watch it.' His look screamed as he rested his head on your shoulder. "You know Bella, my favorite type of girls are anyone but you. You Bella are my favorite, " he meant in so many different ways the way you dealt with him when you didn't have to. You where way better then any bitchy girl in his eyes. His Bella. His Bella he loved so much. The girls scoffed as the blonde was about to say something as dazai cut her off. "Also, Bella! I have to thank you for the wonderful pillow you gave me earlier. Best I ever nap at the agency!" He didn't give the girls time to speak again before they stormed off. He looked at you with loving eyes. "I love you Bella. I truly do mean it. I don't care what you look like. Your my world... and I plan to give you the best I can" he mumbled in to your ear before he pressed more kisses to your cheek.

"I love you two Osamu"

Oh, how he loved how you spoke that to him. It made him melt inside. How is someone loving like you cared for him. He would risk it all to keep you happy. So once he got up tugging you along with cups in hand.

"We should go home! It's so hot in always! And plus, I want to treat my wonders, bella~"

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"Your not licking ice cream off my boobs again Osamu-"

"wait- WHY NOT-?!"

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Not proofread. Rushed.

[kentopedia]

it's been decades since you've last seen dazai; your lover & your maker. now that you're finally happy, he's haunting you again with a thousand buried memories.

overall contents. fem!reader, nsfw minors dni, exes to lover, gothic romance, blood drinking, vampire!reader, vampire!dazai, smut, cheating reader, complicated relationships, blood, gore, jealousy, manipulation, religious symbolism, betrayal, reunions — currently at 21k words

PART II ♰ MASTERLIST

For the weeks that followed, Dazai kept his distance, though it didn’t matter where he strayed—you could always feel him nearby. His company was overwhelming, conspicuous, and watchful. He crept behind you when you were in public and remained your shadow until you arrived back home.

Even in the moments that you were in the arms of another, Dazai’s presence remained with you like a malady you couldn’t shake. Within your very home, he lingered, his features behind your eyelids, his voice imbued in the melody of the neighbor’s overwhelmingly loud piano playing.

Dazai may have disappeared from your view, but he was never really gone. It was a theme that continued to plague your undead lifetime.

Although you rejected the musings of your irrational heart, it became clear to you that your feelings for Dazai had been buried instead of erased, pushed away to protect yourself from the wounds that he had given you.

A singular heartstring had pulled the minute you’d seen the dark-haired man again, and it had reached out, wrapped itself around him, tugged tight until it was drawing you nearer and nearer, desperate to be back with the person that controlled it like a marionette.

It was terrifying, really, to consider that years apart couldn’t diminish the lustful desperation you felt for the older vampire. A need that resembled worship, a desire to be close to the beautiful god that had created you.

Though you rejected it, hated Dazai with every logical fiber within your mind, a bout of guilt still grew within you. The bleak future ahead of you had suddenly brightened with Atsushi’s overwhelming warmth, and the revolting, otherworldly bond you’d once shared with Dazai threatened to steal all of the gentleness away from your existence.

Atsushi’s love was the kind you’d always wanted. It was without stipulations, wholesome, and sickeningly sweet. He gave you everything, and in return, you offered up only the parts of yourself that had stopped belonging to Dazai.

Since the dark-haired man had infiltrated your city, the newspaper headlines had been splashed with visceral depictions of death, gruesome scenes that would make any human’s stomach curl.

Atsushi showed them to you each day, relaying the formulated opinions of the other detectives he worked with. Though they were just as keen as Atsushi about the world of blood-sucking monsters, they seemed more willing to ignore the signs of a new vampire, certain that they’d already snuffed them all out.

When the seventh body had been drained of blood, the signs of a vampire finally recognizable, he asked the question you knew he’d been avoiding.

“Do you know anything about this?”

You looked up from the coffee that he stirred, the newspaper crunching in his other fist. It was dawn—late enough for you to be ready for sleep, and early enough for Atsushi to want just the same. Orange light began in the distance. You would have to retreat to your bedroom soon.

“About what?”

Your fiancé’s features pinched, but he remained patient with you. Always so gentle, never one to be quick to anger. He was different from Dazai—he was kind. That, at least, was a comfort you could hold onto.

Atsushi set the newspaper down, rustling through his drawers before pulling out a dossier of reports that he’d brought home from the agency. There were detailed descriptions of the murders; some had been ferociously torn apart, as if mauled by a wild animal, their organs exposed to oxygen. Some had been tossed into the river, left to decompose, their bodies gray and withered. Others laid naked, pale, and drained of their blood completely, large gashes in their major arteries.

Any rational person would guess that these were the work of separate individuals. There was nothing to link them together, no pattern that would signify that a killer ran rampant on the city.

“You know what I mean.”

You blinked, eyes shifting from the newspaper, back to his purple eyes. Though you tried to spill the truth from your lips, your mouth ran dry, resisting any incrimination of Dazai.

I know who it is, but he’s dangerous, Atsushi. Please stay out of this.

The truth didn’t come.

“If you’re insinuating it’s a vampire, I don’t know who it could be.”

Atsushi’s eyes narrowed, hardly noticeable, searching for any sort of lie. When he was unable to detect one, he exhaled, visibly relaxing.

“That’s good. Everyone said it wasn't a vampire, but I thought...” Atsushi trailed off, as if calming himself, and he was so distant that he didn’t notice your shoulders relax. “Well, it doesn't meatter what I think. This means we can handle it.”

Your smile was weak when he leaned down to kiss you on the forehead, still shaken by the macabre scenes he’d encountered recently. They affected him more than he let on—you could see the way his hands shook, his fitful rests at night.

Atsushi would try to stay upright for the sake of the agency and his duty to the public, though at what cost, you couldn’t be certain. He had seen his fair share of horrors, but it hadn’t been until Dazai had come to town that they’d turned so incredibly gory.

You had no idea what he would do if he found out that you’d once been the same way. That you’d created those same images with Dazai at your side, feeling no shame when you massacred villages just to see a smile on on the older vampire's face.

Sick with remorse, you cleared your thoughts, trying to forget how sweet the blood had tasted, how addicting being in love with Dazai had once been. It was a life you were glad to be rid of, even if you could never let yourself forget it.

“Are you being careful, Atsushi?” you asked, nervously twirling the edges of your skirt.

Briefly, you wondered if you were protecting Dazai or yourself.

In was no surprise, you wanted to keep the agency from calling in vampire hunters. They’d recognize what you pretended so hard not to be, and all your plans with Atsushi would be erased if others caught wind of what you were.

But when Atsushi smiled at you, so gently and completely without the darkness that had consumed Dazai, you knew that all of your precautions were also to keep him safe.

“I’m always careful, love. Don’t worry.” He adjusted his tie and then squeezed your hand once more, leaving you finally to rest. Though, even as the sun rose high in the sky, you remained wide awake, tinged with worry and fear that Dazai would change his mind.

Two days passed without incident. The papers didn’t reveal any more shocking murders, and Atsushi got a day off after working more hours than any living person should.

He’d been staying up late with no one to keep him company but you. When he couldn’t fall asleep, you sat on his lap, peppering his face with kisses, sinking to your knees until you’d relaxed him completely. Although, as much as you tried to help, your methods could only do so much to ease his mind.

Atsushi came home early on the second day without a murder, his eyes puffy and dark with exhaustion.

“Atsushi—” you began, displeased by how exhausted he’d become.

He ignored your rebuttals and tried to weasel his arms around you, pressing gentle kisses up your neck. “We can go out when the sun goes down,” he said, biting a mark just under your ear, the smile soft on your skin. “I’ve got the day off tomorrow.”

You laughed, running your fingers through his thick hair, lifeless heart beating at a thought of a night out with him. Though, when he rested his weight on your own, head drooping onto your shoulder like a child, you knew it wouldn’t be today. “You need a good night’s rest, Atsushi. You’re exhausted.”

“No, I’m fine,” he said, but his dramatic yawn was a better response then words.

“Another night, honey.” you kissed his cheek. “Promise?”

Atsushi frowned, somehow upset with himself for not being up for a night out in the city. Even though you hadn’t gotten much time together recently, Atsushi wasn’t to blame. The agency had been working overtime on these murder cases, and that included him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you said, squeezing his hand. “I’d much rather wait until you’re up for it, and…” trailing off, you licked your lips, unable to focus on his curious expression. “I’m sorry we can’t go out like a normal couple.”

Atsushi’s feature shifted, melting into the usual pool of tenderness. His shoulders relaxed. “You know I don’t mind. I love you, my darling.”

He hugged you tighter, and when you stiffened at the sweet name that Dazai had always used for you, Atsushi didn’t notice.

He’d never called my darling before. It felt wrong coming from his lips—the wrong pitch, inflection. It didn’t have the same mocking pull to each syllable, didn't feel like the rush that cam with Dazai's lips.

“I’ve been working so much,” Atsushi continued, unbeknownst to your inner conflict. “We haven’t gotten to see much of each other recently.”

While you hesitated, you recovered smoothly, and pulled back to face him completely once more. “You’re saving the city. I can never be mad at you for that.”

Atsushi smiled, tired and beaten down, before brushing his bangs out of his face. Finally, he accepted his own inability to remain standing, and began to retreat back to the bedroom, letting go of your skin centimeter by centimeter. “I’m sure I’ll be fast asleep when you get back.”

You laughed. “Good night, Atsushi.”

Then, he was gone, and you were left with your oldest friend, the one that sent you a greeting in the dark night sky like a beacon. It was a full moon tonight, cold, and white.

Once, you’d loved the evenings, the calm serenity that came with the blackness of night. Now, all you longed for was the sun, even if the rays burnt your skin to a crisp. It seemed more alluring than the thought of a future with no definitive end.

Despite your hunger, you waited in the apartment for the night to fall completely. Even though you’d spent the entire day by yourself, you had no desire to be around great crowds of people, stumbling around in search of a last-minute meal.

You meandered around your home, vampiric hearing attuned to the tossing and turning that Atsushi did in his sleep. While he made soft noises of displeasure, he didn’t seem to be having nightmares—the only good sign that you could see.

All the books on your shelf were unappealing. The newspapers had been read from front to back already. Atsushi was exhausted, so you couldn’t make any noise, and every inch of the apartment was already clean.

Finally, you grew bored enough to leave, and you sighed as you felt the crisp air, dispelling your existential thoughts. There was still a hope in your future, as long as Atsushi was around. You would no longer have to dread the fear that came with a meaningless immortality.

The night was quiet, even for the city. People had retired earlier than usual, perhaps out of the fear that they’d be the next victims of the murders that rampaged.

You crossed the street, noticing that people kept an unusual distance from strangers, eyeing each person they didn’t recognize like they would stab them in the back. It was an unpleasant sight to witness.

The destination was sharp in your mind as you headed towards the pub at the edge of town, walking without thinking, despite only having been there once. It was in a seedy part of the city, run-down and cheap, but it was full of the kind of people no one would miss.

It was the kind of place a vampire would be certain to frequent.

For the past few days, as Atsushi worked late, you’d scoped out the location, staring through the window into the man you’d been certain would be loitering there. His long, dark coat dragged across the stools; beautiful features schooled into a charming expression.

Every night, he sat with strangers, but none of them had been victims in the paper. They were drunkards, prostitutes, gamblers, addicts—but they remained alive, even with Dazai in their midst. He’d evaded you, time and time again. Even as you watched with a close eye, Dazai killed right under your nose.

For the eighth night in a row, Dazai was there, indulging another man in conversation. You shifted from heel to heel, staring through the foggy window as Dazai lent an ear with attuned focus. You knew he was hardly listening. His nods were practiced, his responses vague, with only a hint of interest in his tone.

You moved your focus to the other customers, though there was no one noteworthy. A few deadbeat fathers, some women searching for their next client. A teenage boy had snuck in with a few older ones, sitting in the corner smoking frivolously. It was all quite boring, really.

There was a pianist there tonight—a pretty young women with dark hair cascading down her back, cleavage spilling out the front of her cream colored dress. She had her eye on Dazai across the room, two deep brown irises blinking at him from under long lashes.

A twinge of fury pinched at you, one that you subdued, hating the unconscious reaction of your body, the way your heart squeezed from the memory of possessiveness. Women looked at him everywhere he went, and he had never tried to avoid their lingering eyes, even when his flirtatious nature bothered you.

He’d always loved to make you jealous.

Now, though, he wasn’t your problem. Who he did or didn’t pay attention to wasn’t something you were to be concerned about. He could fuck whoever he wanted, pay them if he needed, and it shouldn’t leave a bitter taste in your mouth.

You snuck in through the front door, swallowing down that unreasonable emotion and stayed small in the shadows. The man that had been chatting to Dazai left, and you took his place, tapping your nails against the counter.

It was obvious he’d been expecting you. Dazai’s gaze was already on you, his dark smile curling onto his lips. “I was wondering when you’d be brave enough to come in.”

You sat still, staring ahead at the array of liquor, as if mesmerized by the different bottles. “I didn’t think you’d noticed me,” you replied, even though you’d been counting on it.

All you wanted was for Dazai to finally explain his true intentions, instead of lingering in your city with no explanation and a wake of bodies behind him.

Dazai choked out a laugh, setting his palm on his thighs. “You didn’t think I’d notice?” he asked, his eyes wide and innocent. “I was certain this was all a ploy to get my attention.”

You said nothing, shifting in your chair as Dazai’s smile widened, blood red and dripping. 

“Well, you have it now, darling,” he said, gesturing towards you, eyes scanning your body. “If that’s not what you wanted, you must take me for a fool.”

You blinked, and when you turned to face him, Dazai was impossibly close, his knees just brushing yours. “What do you mean?”

“Well, for one, you’ve been spying on me. Two, your fiancée is a detective.” Dazai tapped his nails, the sound irritating and repetitive. “And, three: you want me gone.” He hummed, tracing the edges of the counter, his finger slender and pale. “All signs are pointing to the same thing. You’ve come here to bargain.”

You stared, anger pooling within you until you suddenly remembered how poorly this meeting could end for you. He was much too close, too dangerous to be around; you struggled to contain your bloodlust around him. Dazai’s very presence was a catalyst for your most primal desire, and every second with him just made that more evident.

Meeting with him was a mistake. You needed to leave. “Dazai,” you cleared your throat, placing your hands back on your lap. “I’ve known it was you, all this time, and I never said anything.”

Predictably, that had brightened his mood. “Really?” he said, curious. A part of you preened at being able to shock Dazai. “Now why wouldn’t you?”

You shrugged, grateful that he, at the very least, was curious. “I want you gone without any chaos. I want you out of my life, and I don’t want you to cause a scene.”

The bar was smoky, crowded, and the undeniable stench of sweat and odor overwhelmed your senses. Someone in the corner had vomited. A couple was fucking mere feet away from you, clearly intoxicated, and you balked, disgusted, wondering how Dazai could stand to be in such filth.

“I won’t put myself at risk, and I won’t let you hurt Atsushi.” You held his gaze, your eyes hard, unblinking. "So I won't tell anyone."

Dazai stared back, thoughtful, like these were the last words he expected from you, that your ultimatum was completely out of the blue. “You’re willing to let innocent people die just to keep me away from your fiancée?” He leaned forward, intruding your space, and traced the back of your palm. “Interesting.”

“There’s nothing interesting about it. I’ve learned that I can’t stop you from doing what you want.” You sniffed. “I know better. Even if I told you that I wanted you to stop killing those people, you wouldn’t.”

“I’d do anything for you. You just never asked.”

“Please,” a scoff left your lips. “Spare me that kind of disappointment.”

He hummed, though it was neither a confirmation nor denial, his innocence feigned. “So that’s all you came here for, then? To threaten me into bending to your will?”

“It’s hardly a threat, Dazai. What have I got to threaten you with?” you shook your head, laughing darkly. “If you care about me at all, you’ll leave me alone. I’ll spend the rest of eternity running from you if that’s what it takes.”

“No need for such dramatics. I told you: I’ll leave once I’m certain that you’re happy here.” He looked away from you then, focusing entirely on the actions of the bartender before him. Dazai seemed as if he knew a secret, held it all to his chest with pride. “I’m not yet convinced.”

That was the kind of self-assuredness you’d expected, though it would always elicit an aghast inhale from your lips. “I’m getting married—”

“To a man who will never fully understand you.”

“I love him. That matters to me more than whatever connection you think we still have.”

One of Dazai’s dark eyebrows lifted, barely noticeable. “I won’t leave.”

“Dazai—”

“But,” he held up a finger, ceasing your arguments, “I’ll cover my tracks better. Will that satisfy you?”

Your chest lifted, then fell, and you cleared yourself of any hostility. This was the best you were going to get out of Dazai, and you knew it. “Fine.” The stool screeched as you began to climb out of it. “Then if we’re both in agreement, I think—”

You were unable to finish your sentence, the words falling from your lips as the sharp smell of blood hit you. It was almost immediate, overwhelming, and inebriating. Hunger reacted before your intelligent mind could, the baser of your instincts overpowering logic.

“Shit,” the bartender muttered as a bottle shattered, quieting the room. When you turned, a deep gash had run down on his arm, a vein split open while a dangerous amount of blood poured out. It was dark red, picturesque, staining him so beautifully with an almost smoky tint to it.

The woman who had been carrying drinks rushed over to help him, but your eyes were glued to the wound, two pointy canines slipping over your bottom teeth. Your mind quieted, nothing circulating there but the memory of the euphoric taste of warm blood, so heavenly when it came from creatures more sophisticated than rodents.

It wouldn’t matter if people saw. They were all too drunk to notice anyway. You could pretend to help him, lead him back to the alley, and then—

A hand was heavy on your wrist, pinning you down to the countertop as the world moved slower and slower around you. Then, a tug, sharp as you collapsed into Dazai, your head falling against his shoulder, far too close to the deep purple vein that strained against his neck. You licked his skin, unable to help yourself.

Dazai laughed, theatrically, patting you on the head as he stood with you still in his grasp. “You’ve had far too much to drink, my darling,” he said to no one in particular. “We should get home.”

He led you to the door, and you stumbled over your feet, keeping a hand over your mouth until the hunger subsided, until you could no longer smell the coppery scent of blood. No one batted an eye, even looked your way, unconcerned by the fact that you hadn’t seemed drunk before, nor had you ordered a drink in the first place.

The alley was empty, and the crisp night air slapped you on the cheek, bringing you back into consciousness as you shoved yourself away from Dazai, putting distance between you. You couldn’t risk latching onto his vein, and though depriving yourself of him was proving to be a difficult task, you wouldn’t let yourself stoop to such unfathomable depths again.

Silence was thick between you; Dazai didn’t speak until you had composed yourself. Your teeth slipped back into a normal position and your eyes were no longer luminescent. It was enough for you to get a solid grip on your bearings once more.

“Are we going to continue to pretend like there’s nothing wrong?” Dazai asked from behind you, his presence nothing more than a pestering fly. “You should have more control than that—”

Another minute of silence lapsed. You considered ignoring him completely.

“Now you see why I need you gone, Dazai,” you said sharply, whirling around to advance upon him. He was closer than you anticipated, and your finger dug into the center of his chest, pointed and sharp. “I can’t…” It was humiliating, really, to admit it. “I can’t control myself around you.”

His eyes flashed. First, of mockery. Then, the dark irises melted into honey, and he was sympathetic, loving. “I’ve got nothing to do with it,” he frowned, too caring, too willing to curl himself around you in a safety net. “We’re not meant to live off the blood of rats.”

You snarled, tried to push him away, but he was too strong. His hands were gentle when they grabbed your wrists, stopping you from any further assault.

“I was just fine until you came back,” you said, sniffing. "You made me into what I am, and you use that power against me."

“You weren’t fine, and we both know it.” Dazai spoke as if he knew of your life before he returned to the city. If only he’d seen how free you were without him—how much more relaxed a world without him had become. “I can help you.” His hand drifted up your arm, a thumb tracing your chin. “I want to help you.”

Drawing back, you placed enough distance between you that you could recover from his steely expression. “I’m trying to be a good person.”

“You’re not a person anymore,” he replied, almost amused. Though he didn’t touch you, you knew he longed to. Even when you told yourself that he was a terrible monster, you knew the depth of his emotions. He had once loved you with a passion you’d never known humans to be capable of. Perhaps, he still did. “You’re dead. You’re a vampire.”

“I don’t want to be. I don’t want to be like you.” The words weren’t meant to be cruel. They were factual, unfiltered, and true. There would never be a world in which you wanted to be like him, even if there had been one that you were.

His eyes were cold. “You were worse than me once. I remember it well.” He smiled, and it turned unkind, the same expression that had always confused you. How he could go from the passionate, loving man into a sadistic devil would never be something you understood. “You enjoyed it, and I loved you for it.”

“That’s the worst part of it, Osamu,” you said his name like it was poison on your tongue; it almost hurt for it to cross your lips. It had been a prayer before. Two syllables you’d vowed to never say in vain. “I shouldn’t have to become a monster for you to care.”

A cumulation of emotions crossed Dazai’s face, like he was auditioning for a role, trying to decide which expression fit best. Finally, he settled back on a neutral countenance, his jaw set, dark eyes hiding everything he refused to say. “Don’t blame this on me. I never forced you into anything. You wanted this. I’m not the one who turned you into a monster; you did that yourself.”

The silence crept up on you once more, so darkly familiar. Around you were nothing but shadows, the home you’d begun to know more than the one you’d been born into. There were so many things you’d missed out on because of the allure of Dazai’s charming smile. You’d lost people—you’d killed people—all for him.

Every time he flashed his grin at you, the one that had brought you to him in the first place, you forced yourself to remember that you’d never gained anything but pain and tragedy by being in love with Osamu Dazai.

“It seems we’ll never agree on that point.” You turned away from him, facing the dimly lit streets, the sound of carriages reverberating down the alley. A horse forced a breath of air through its nose, and you wondered if maybe, draining such a large animal would finally be enough to satiate the hunger that hadn’t left you in years. “I’ve no desire to argue it any further.”

“You never do,” Dazai said, and though your back was turned, you knew he was taunting you, his expression dark with satisfaction. “Running away is so much easier.”

You clenched your teeth, scraping the back molars together so tightly they were sure to chip. Once more, you thought of the home you had to go back to, the bed with your fiancée, the light that would threaten you in just a few hours. It was better than this—it was better than the life that Dazai had once shown you, and you’d created it all on your own.

“Good night, Osamu,” you said, walking back into the shadows, and despite your malignant thoughts, it was almost impossible to ignore just how badly you wanted to sink your teeth into him.

His response was lost to the wind as you began your journey back home, across the city, through the destitute neighborhoods, with the kinds of people that could disappear. No one would bat an eye if they were gone.

Starved and with a weakened spirit, you considered how easy it would be to end the miserable life of the drunk homeless man who was passed out on the street. How, perhaps, draining an opium idled prostitute would be doing her a favor.

The moment passed quickly. Atsushi’s kind eyes always brought you back. How horrified they would turn if you crawled into bed that night with the blood of a human as a stain for your lips. It would be so opposite to the way that Dazai would react. He’d be too disgustingly pleased by your fall from grace.

Instead, you settled on a dog, its eyes far too innocent for your demonic instincts. Somehow, it felt worse than killing a human. It had never done a thing to deserve such a life of suffering.

The blood did little to appease you. Miserable, and still hungry, you headed back, feeling no better than before. Atsushi would be long asleep by now, deep in a dream after so many days of exhaustion, and you would be alone with nothing but old memories and the question of what would happen in the future.

Your neighbors were shouting when you walked up to the house. The dark-haired woman waved a hand dramatically as she shoved her husband onto the street. It was nothing you hadn’t seen before. They would argue, he would leave, probably get drunk, sleep with another woman, and come traipsing back home like they’d never fought at all.

She’d accept him, of course, because she loved him. She always would; and somewhere, in his lousy heart, he loved her too. It was a miserable tragedy. You didn’t know her well, but you were certain any woman deserved better than that swine of a husband.

When she met your eye, you smiled sympathetically, hoping your face wasn’t covered in the dark fur of the hound, your teeth smeared with iron. Despite your kindness, she only scowled back, slammed the door on the fool of a man, and crept back into her home.

As you let yourself into your own apartment, you realized how thankful you were that none of your neighbors were observant—they were all too distracted by their own troubles to care about yours. Never once had you seen any of them outside of sundown, but they didn't seem to care. Perhaps, your odd lifestyle wasn’t as suspicious to strangers as you thought.

You supposed that it made sense, even if it seemed too difficult to comprehend. Back when you'd met Dazai, you’d never guessed that there had been anything off about him.

A frustrated exhale left you, and you shook off your thoughts. It didn’t matter, so long as they didn’t cause you trouble.

Upon entering the apartment, your bloodlust doubled, hunger back in full force at the scent of Atsushi’s comforting aroma. He smelled almost as good as Dazai; the blood was saccharine, such a perfect blend of everything that Atsushi was.

You could ignore the scent—usually. There was always something to outweigh it. Atsushi burned candles, left out garlic. He jarred the strongest spices and set them in every room. When you were really desperate, he let animals rot on the porch, hoping the disturbingly strong smell of death was enough to distract you.

It almost always was.

As you latched the door to your bedroom, undressed, you realized you had none of those things to protect you now. The memory of the bar remained at the forefront of your mind. The bartender’s large cut, Dazai’s vein just inches away from your neck, the ache in your body that would never be appeased by an unconventional diet.

It was painfully hard to resist. You couldn’t take your eyes off Atsushi’s peaceful form, his eyelids fluttering softly, light eyelashes fanning against his cheeks. Under the blankets, you could hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat, reliable, unyielding, pumping him full of the very life you were someday going to take away from him.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to recover your composure, remind yourself that this was Atsushi. You couldn’t take advantage of him, and you wouldn’t, but somehow, you’d climbed into the bed.

You were on top of him, your legs on either side of his waist, a position that was familiar, but not like this. He shifted, grumbling in his sleep, and though the alarms were ringing in your head, your fangs were borne, and you bent down over his neck.

You were so hungry. Just a taste, that would be all. It would be enough to fulfill your desire for human blood, and you’d go back to being the perfect saint, the one you’d sworn yourself to becoming.

A hand was on your hips when you kissed his neck, tight and confused. “Honey?” Atsushi’s voice brought you back to reality, raspy with sleep. “What are you doing?”

For a moment, red-hot anger swirled through you before you realized that you were grateful for his interruption, and you’d almost done something you’d regret immensely. The irritation was gone, and you were sick, horrified, flying off of Atsushi before he could say another word.

“I’m sorry—” you said, choking on your words as you cowered in the corner of the room, biting down on your fist. Blood flooded your lips, but it tasted stale, like dead animals that had marinated and rotted in a muggy summer sun. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...” you trailed off, looking away from him, the thrum of his heart too distracting. “I’m sorry.”

Atsushi was quiet, breathing steadily, in and out like an anthem. Then, he padded over, feet soft against the floor. Close enough to touch you, but never quite getting there. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” you shrieked, recoiling, putting enough distance between you that you couldn’t reach him. “Don’t come any closer.”

He didn’t move, though you knew he wanted to, and the wheels in his mind spun desperately for a solution, looking towards the higher beings that he still believed in. “I want to help you.”

“You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t want that at all.” It struck you, then, that you’d been ignoring the gravity of the situation. The fact that at any moment, you could lose the thin thread of control that you’d never really grasped at all. “I’m a vampire. I’m a monster.”

“You’re not,” Atsushi argued, his voice so incredibly soft, even though he’d never known the true horrors you’d committed, your violent acts that had destroyed cities and ruined families.

His foot moved closer, and you bared your fangs, menacingly, as if to show him that another step could put his life in danger. Though, he was unfazed, not a single muscle in his features twitching. “Tell me what I can do.”

“Get away, Atsushi.” You were pleading with him now, eyes sad as you covered your mouth once again. Perhaps this was a mistake. You never should’ve let yourself fall in love with him. He deserved so much better than the eternal pain that you succumbed to. He wouldn’t survive a life as a vampire if it depleted his humanity. “Please.”

“If you need,” he said, pulling down the collar of his shirt, ignoring your cries with a frown. “You can—”

“No!” you shouted, much louder than you meant, and Atsushi stumbled back, for once, startled by your outburst. “I’ll kill you. I—” You stopped, swallowed. There was so little you’d told Atsushi about your past, your past with Dazai, that it seemed shameful to admit it now. “I won’t be able to control myself. I’ve never been able to stop once I start drinking from a human.”

Atsushi blinked, his mouth forming words that almost didn’t come out. You’d never told him that before. It made you seem much more dangerous, the reality of what you were more obvious than ever. “You killed someone every time?”

“No.” You couldn’t look at his blank eyes, unsure if he was curious or filled with contempt. Perhaps it was a mixture of both. “I was with another vampire. He stopped me when I went too far. Most of the time.”

“But… you did kill?” Atsushi asked, uncaring about the elusive figure from your past. Someday, you’d tell him everything. It just wouldn’t be now.

You sighed, your gaze hard on the bouquet of roses beside the bed, a few of them already wilting. Something about the vision was incredibly foreboding, like your rampant thoughts about Dazai would continue to lead to deplorable actions, just as one beautiful rose would die after the other, until your relationship with Atsushi was strained and fragmented.

“You know I did, Atsushi.”

The silence was sharp, unbearable. You longed to hear any sound other than his shallow breaths and aching heartbeat. “It’s hard to imagine you that way.”

You met his eyes once more. They were naively kind, like any fearsome action you’d committed could be forgiven because your heart had been cleansed, scrubbed raw of all your previous sins. “Perhaps, but that’s how I was.” You smiled sadly, twisting a finger in your hair. “There’s still a chance for you to run away from me.”

Atsushi shook his head, his eyes wrinkled in the corners, the moonlight glinting off his bright pupils. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m foolishly in love with you and I can’t help it.” Despite yourself, you melted, the hunger overpowered by a pure love for the kind soul before you. “I’ll sleep in the other room for tonight.”

“Atsushi—”

You protested, but Atsushi leaned forward, kissing you deeply, with finality. “No, you need this room,” he said, pulling away before your body could even comprehend his proximity. “I can’t ask you to be around me if you’re suffering.”

“I’ll be okay,” you promised, eyes despondent as you watched him retreat into the living room.

Though when he turned around, hand lingering on the doorknob, you both knew that that wasn’t true.

You didn’t sleep for the rest of the day, and locked in a room with no light, there was nothing for you to do but watch the single beam of sun flick under the door. Bright yellow rays taunted you, and you missed the heat with every fiber of your being, like a friend you would never reconnect with again.

Staring, eyes empty and hollow, you rested against the pillow and resolved yourself to a decision that could prove to be a mistake. You had no other choice but to find other ways of satisfying your hunger, and while it certainly wasn’t optimal, you reminded yourself that your future husband was the most important person in your life. If this would save Atsushi from your malevolent impulses, you would gladly go back to the devil and sell your soul another time.

Atsushi came home that evening at the same time as usual, just as tired, but not without a gentle smile. He was strong, and he was kind. You hoped that even as a vampire, he wouldn’t have the same urge to kill that you always had.

That fact alone made you ache with adoration for him, the innocence that he’d always been able to keep, through every struggle that he endured and continued to face. He was a good person, and you couldn’t imagine a world where he didn’t stay that way.

Though you rarely slept through the day as normal, you often grew tired of the same routine. By the time the sun had gone, you were itching to leave the house, and kissed Atsushi briefly before rushing out the door.

You couldn’t linger close to him for long, for a starved and weary vampire was no match for a human, even one as physically capable as Atsushi.

Once you’d ejected yourself into the bustling evening, you sped through the crowd, trying not to focus on a single person’s heartbeat. If you lingered too long, you were certain it’d become too much for you, the taste already infiltrating your consciousness, the desire of another person to make themselves a part of you too.

Humans were naturally drawn to vampires, your looks otherworldly and appearance so mystifying that it was hard to resist. That made it all too easy to steal prey away, feast on them until there was nothing left but a hollowed-out corpse.

A headache had begun in your temple, the tell-tale sign of your desperation. Finally, you reached the beaten-down pub, no livelier than the previous nights, and more calmly than you felt, let yourself in through the door.

As suspected, Dazai was back at the bar, the usual glass of liquor in front of him, even if only sipped. The effects of alcohol only worked on vampires if ingested through the blood of an intoxicated human, and you couldn’t remember the last time he’d let himself indulge in that.

Dazai was alone, this time, but the pianist from the previous night still eyed him, ironically, like he was her very own prey. He was smiling softly to himself, already aware of your presence as he rolled the glass around in his slender fingers. The ice clinked against the sides, an unceasing rhythm.

Steadying yourself, you pushed away the warm smell of his blood, how deeply you craved it, the underlying affection there. Instead, you steeled yourself for conversation, stole some sort of inhale, and took a seat.

Dazai’s sharp features were on you the moment you were within his orbit, pink lips curling up with satisfaction. “I thought you didn’t want to see me,” he said, leaning towards you, his expression unguarded and curious. “This makes two nights in a row.”

You opened your mouth, then shut it, flushing with shame. To admit that you needed him was foolish and humiliating. You’d let him win at his own game, and as hard as you’d thought, you couldn’t come up with another solution.

This was for Atsushi’s sake, you reminded yourself, and you were no longer sure that the solution to your bloodlust would be remedied with Dazai’s exit from the city. Your hunger had been festering for centuries, and spending all of your time with a human had weakened you, leaving you incapable of resisting such a small drink.

If you continued on this path, you’d kill him. That was something you’d never be able to live with.

Dazai continued to watch you, tilting his head as if deciphering your thoughts as they gathered in your mind. “What’s the matter?” he asked, and you realized your panic was just as evident on your face, the sick conflict of need and disgust clashing against one another.

Your mouth was sour, tasting like whatever kind of acids lingered within you as a vampire. You forced the words out before you could regret them. “I need it, Dazai.”

Dazai blinked and was silent for a mere moment before he laughed loudly. The sound was mocking and cruel, and far too obnoxious in the miniscule space. “How ironic,” he said, leaning back on his stool. “Just yesterday, you wanted me to leave, and now you’ve come crawling back, so beautifully desperate.”

Your skin burned, and you refused to look at him, disgraced and remorseful. There were two options: leave and see if he took the bait or plead with him and risk more embarrassment. One seemed better than the other.

Standing, you took the former, hoping that Dazai was telling the truth about his affection for you. If he really cared as much for you as he once had, then maybe, he would crave the high of sharing blood. A vampire as old as him wouldn’t open his vein for just anyone.

“I still want you to leave. I just thought, perhaps, we could talk about this like we’d once been lovers instead of enemies.”

Dazai stared, knowing that you were manipulating him, but trying to decide if he cared. “What a silly thing to say,” he smiled, eyes raking over your body like it pained him to do so. “I’ve never been your enemy, sweetheart.”

Maybe not, but there seemed no other word to describe the animosity you felt for him. The stool screeched as you pushed it away from the counter, making your way to your feet. “It was a mistake to ask you this.” You held his gaze one last time, waiting for him to decipher whatever message you thought you were sending. “I’m leaving.”

He stopped you, a hand on your wrist as he licked his lips. There was a softness to his features, the hard lines of mockery bleeding into sympathy. “I’ll go with you.”

You glared for a moment longer before, finally, you shook him off and went outside. Dazai trailed behind you in the shadows like a cat, and you wondered if he’d been fated for this all along. Perhaps he’d been born only for an immortal existence; a human life was never in the cards at all.

It was a foggy night. The feet ahead of you blurred into nothingness, and Dazai stood close to you, just to be able to see your features clearly. The smell of him drove you near the brink of insanity, and without thinking, you let your fangs slip down over red lips, face falling at the acknowledgement of your aching need for him.  

Dazai smiled.

“What changed your mind?” he asked, staring at you like he’d never seen you before, beautiful, and dangerous and once his.

You debated telling him. Dazai didn’t deserve your honesty, but it would be much easier to put this behind you, pretend that your reasons were entirely heroic, if you told him outright. One way or another, he would uncover the truth.

“I almost drank from Atsushi,” you said, looking at anything but his knowing brown eyes, the ones that had never been able to hide his adoration for you. “I would’ve killed him.” Your teeth were sore, and your jaw clenched with the insatiable hunger that never seemed to ease. The blood of animals was no more nutritious to you than candy was to a human. It made you feel bogged down, weary, and so much weaker than you wanted to be.

“You still don’t have any control.” Dazai’s eyebrows drew together, so tightly that his face marred into something akin to anger. It was a statement, not a question. One you were senseless enough to answer.

“No.”

“That’s why you haven’t turned him. Not because he doesn’t want to be turned, but because you know you’ll kill him.”

“Yes.” You hated being so known by Dazai, but you were liberated by it at the same time. Never once were you forced to pretend with him, and though that had sometimes been a blessing, it wouldn’t allow you to slip anything past him either.

Dazai was inches away from you in an instant, his speed otherworldly and graceful. There was a slight flush to his skin—he’d fed recently. Had he spared their life, or would another death make the headlines? “Why do you continue to punish yourself?” he asked, thumb grazing across your cheek. “Is killing so different from humans slaughtering animals?”

Disgusted, you tried to push him away, but the smell of his skin, his blood, was too appetizing to pass up. Instead, you let his hand remain on your cheek, nuzzled it even further, and frowned. “You know it is. You’ve known for centuries, and you delude yourself into thinking it’s not.”

Dazai sighed, but a weary smiled pulled onto his lips, satisfied that you’d not run away from him. “Perhaps,” he said, unbuttoning the collar of his pressed shirt, exposing the smoothness of his neck. You traced the skin, mesmerized, all at once, by his centuries of existence. “Perhaps I just don’t care.”

You swallowed, unable to remove your eyes from the vein, your hunger flourishing and expanding into something all its own. You indulged yourself in the moment of bloodlust, let yourself feel every moment of desire, so when you finally tasted his blood, it would be that much sweeter.

“But I care,” you admitted, mind hazy with need. “You’ve spoiled me, Osamu. Your blood is better than anything I’ve ever tasted.” The words were outside your lips before you could stop them, unretractable, but true, nonetheless. “Everything pales in comparison.”

He exhaled, and you were surprised to find that it was stuttered, breathless from your proximity. You rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, tilting his jaw away.

“And your fiancé?” Dazai asked, kissing the thumb that rested on his chin, his voice deepening, almost dangerous. “Will his blood satisfy you when he’s all you have?”

You opened your eyes, contemplative. “I don’t know,” you answered truthfully. “How can anyone compare to the vampire that made me?”

“They can’t.” Dazai laughed, and then he tipped his head, exposing the vein completely with a hazy grin. “Drink, my sweet angel.”

It was a request that you couldn’t refuse. You were upon him, tearing at the flesh like an uncontrollable beast, inhaling the blood with the need of a starved man.

The taste of him was heavenly, otherworldly. It was a drink bestowed upon you by the devil, luring you into a life of sin with something you couldn’t resist. That’s what Dazai was, of course. He was something that you, in all of your strength, were far too tempted by.

Dazai’s fingers curled into your back as you lapped at the vein, bringing yourself closer and closer to him until you were pressed so completely against him. His body was cold and hot all at the same time, like a burn, dangerous and compelling.

Too distracted by your own hunger, you hardly registered his sharp moan, loud and distracting in the alley. “Taste so good, Osamu,” you said against his neck, barely a whisper before you dived in again, curling your sharp nails into his shoulders.

Dazai made a sound in the back of his throat, and then his hands were in your hair, rough and forceful as he pressed you closer towards the delicate skin under his jaw. You smiled, full of lust and desire and the lingering scent of his blood.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was faraway, hushed by the roaring of the ocean in your ears as you focused on indulging yourself completely. “I’ve missed you more than I want to admit.”

The last statement was not meant for your ears, but you heard it all the same, and you preened from the praise that came so sparingly. Fisting your hands tighter in his collar, you sunk your teeth deeper, mouth pressed against his skin delicately, a kiss more than a bite.

If anyone had walked into the pathway, it would’ve seemed like nothing more than a loving embrace, not the threat of murder, two vampiric beings caught in a dance of death within the moonlight.

You stumbled forward, trying to crawl deeper within him, but there was nowhere to go, and Dazai hit a streetlight with a quiet laugh, curling his fingers against your scalp. “You’ll make yourself sick if you keep going,” he said, but he let you carry on for another minute, until his skin had grown impossibly pale, and he staggered with light-headedness, drained and once again, starving.

“Okay.” Dazai’s blood squelched salaciously around your lips, and he finally stopped you, disappointed. “That’s enough, my love.”

Although you heard him, you were unable to pull yourself away, and the sweet liquid from his vein continued to pour into your lips.

Dazai tugged you back by the neck, sharply, ripping his skin open wide in the process. He was stronger than you—older and wiser and much more powerful, but a part of him always let you take from him. For better or worse, Osamu Dazai had never been able to deny you your simple requests. “Enough.”

“Sorry,” you said, licking the last droplets of blood from your lips, blinking into eyes that were full of affection and pride.

“Don’t apologize. I’d give you more if I could.” Dazai smiled, the blood loss weakening him just enough to look sentimental. “How do you feel now?”

Your cheeks grew hot, and you felt the effects of his blood taking hold, intoxicating, and stupefying. You’d forgotten how much it was like a drug, an addiction that you’d spent years of your life living off of.

It hadn’t been so harmful, then. Only an aphrodisiac that paired nicely with your unconditional love for him. Now, you felt that you were playing a dangerous game. You risked a lot of things by letting yourself remember him.

“Less hungry,” you admitted, frowning, unsure how you could possibly walk away from him with an appetite still rampant, if only subdued. In the years away from him, you’d undeniably weakened. It was as if now, it was catching up to you at once, your immortal body trying to compensate with proper nourishment. “Stronger.”

This wasn’t how this conversation was supposed to go. Your mind was telling you to seal your lips shut and walk away, leaving Dazai where he was without so much as an explanation. You should kill him, end him—whatever it took to live a long and happy eternity with a man who truly deserved your undying affection.

Though, when those brown eyes softened, two pools of melted chocolate, you knew why you had loved him so deeply. “I’m glad.” He was gentle as he caressed your skin, your fragile collarbone, every touch a sin.

I miss…

You ceased your thoughts, looking back at him, at the affection that mixed in with years of malice and vindictiveness. A perfect summation of every day that you’d loved him.

He’d never looked at anyone like that before, had he? Like the entire world was a blur around him except for the beautiful work of art that stood in front of him. At least, not the fleeting affairs he’d had with artists, nor the women he’d fled to when you argued over nonsense.

Had he even looked at you like that before?

With years and years of built-up hatred, it was, truly, hard to remember. So hard, in fact, that you weren’t quite sure what it was about him that you’d been missing.

“It’s near sunrise,” Dazai said, like the fact wasn’t painfully obvious. You could see the beginnings of a glow beyond the horizon. “Do you need a place to stay?”

Whether that was a caring invitation or manipulation tactic, you couldn’t be sure. What you did know was that you needed to get away from him before you did something mindless—something you wouldn’t otherwise do if you weren’t dopey from his blood.

“I’ll manage,” you choked out, grateful only when his wound closed, and you could release your inhale once again. “Don’t worry.”

He seemed hesitant, looking around like there was a creature more dangerous than you lurking in the night. “I’ll walk with you.”  

“Osamu, I’m fine.” You went for a softer approach, knowing that he’d be unable to deny the subtle blink of your lashes, the seductive smile that plastered your painted lips. “Thank you.”

He nodded, smiled, and then took your hand within his own, kissing the back of it chastely, like you were courting for the first time. As if you hadn’t once had him deep inside you, hadn’t shared every ounce of blood from your vein, your life reborn from the very taste of him.

It was a moment doomed to expire once you were reminded that you had moved on. This wasn’t the person you were supposed to be anymore.

“I’ll be here tomorrow,” he said. “If you need me.” 

Regretfully, you squeezed his hand, knowing that you would.

PART III

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[yourlocalmoon]

Caregiver Dazai hcs

Warnings: None! (Surprising considering its Dazai right?)

Notes: I ACCIDENTLY POSTED THIS WHEN I HADN'T FINISHED IT YET :( anyway, I don't understand bsd characterization yet.. So if Dazai seems reallyy ooc I'm sorry :[ This is centered around reader or you~ But if you want him for actual characters feel free to send an ask and request :D

- Dazai is a very excited caregiver, he likes taking care of you and he isn't afraid to show it! He's very affectionate- Hand holding, kissing your forehead, holding you close. Lots of hugs!! And I mean lots.

- But Dazai is also secretly, very overprotective. He keeps you safe in ways you wouldn't notice unless you looked closely, but you are much too small for that !! So let Dazai cuddle you instead of walking near that alleyway- "Oh- Nope! No going over there~ It's cuddle time!!"

- Speaking of him being secretly overprotective, he's so silly that you won't notice him glaring at anybody who comes a bit too close for his liking!! If he even hears of port mafia members walking near the place you two are headed (because he obviously can sense Chuuya coming a mile away) he will switch walking routes instead of doing his thing where he purposefully walks down that road.

- He will probably baby you even when you're big, which means it's impossible to ignore your regression with him.. And you better not try. You're too busy? Not anymore!! You wanna focus on a project? Uh.. Nope!~ You can't regress? That's alright! Just let him wrap you in a blanket, give you a paci and watch your favorite cartoons together.

- Dazai uses you as an excuse alot to get out of doing paperwork- Kunikida is yelling at him and Dazai is just pouting, "My baby needs me! I can't stay here when my precious baby needs help-" and the thing you need help with is changing your cartoons, somehow it takes three hours before Dazai comes back to do paperwork.. But oh! Atsushi finished it already sooo-

- Dazai coos at you. Constantly. 24/7. You will literally breathe and Dazai is dying from how adorable you are, People know to avoid the room where you can hear the high pitched- "Awh you are such a cutie!!!- oh you need help? Ofcourse- AWHHH~~~"

- In the agency, no one cares you regress. However.. Kunikida IS TIRED OF DAZAI AVOIDING HIS PAPERWORK. So after a bit, they build you a little area near Dazai's desk where you can play.. Now he can't LEAVE. BECAUSE YOU ARE HERE- *Ahem.* anyway.

- But!. If you don't want others to know you age regress, or more specifically the agency- Then Dazai will keep it a secret! He's good at excuses, and very good at knowing when you are regressed or slightly drifting near your headspace. So if you guys are in a important meeting but you're starting to regress, Dazai literally does not care. Man will just pick you up and go "Okay cool, we are gonna leave now :D" just up and leaves with you in his arms.

- Dazai doesn't seem like much of a cook, and he isn't, but he can make the basics. You know those mom's who cut their children's lunch into shapes? Dazai does that. If you are older when regressed, he will make your food into funny shapes and HE LOVES IT. You caused him to start following millions of mom's just so he can keep getting new shapes and ideas.

- Dazai is SO into doing funny voices when you two play together, just hand him a stuffie you want him to play and he's already going into a voice and acting out things.. No matter how dramatic. And no, he isn't embarrassed about getting caught. He'll just drag whoever caught you two into it, so congrats! You'll have another playing buddy!

- If you prefer coloring, he's happy to color right with you! He started using the agency's printer to print out coloring sheets for you, (It also gets on Kunikida's nerves, I mean he loves you too! Thinks you are adorable, but seriously- please Dazai the printer is for agency matters-) and will happily buy you whatever materials you need.. Including finger paint. He's so supportive when you're messy. "All the great artists have caused messes!!" He reassures you.

- But if you are a smaller regressor, or maybe a more calm/sleepy one, he's good at being just quiet enough but still excited enough. If you are tired, he'll carry you. It's comforting to have you rest your head against his chest while he walks around, it's nice to know you are close.

- It's even cuter if when tired, you talk or do sleepy babbles because Dazai literally just nods quietly and goes "Mhmm... Oh really? Wow!" He's trying to stay as quiet as he can, but internally he's cooing :( look at his sweet baby, so sleepy.

- Dazai loves being called 'Dada', I mean, he loves whatever his baby will call him but dada makes him feel all warm inside because yes!!! He is your dada!! It makes him feel even more happy about being able to take care of you.

- Calls you 'His little star' or the most common 'his baby', Usually adds 'his' instead of just baby. A bit possessive, but he adores you too much for someone else to take care of you. "My little star, how about we cuddle and go to sleep together hm? Dada is so tiredd~"

[glitch-karma]

Hi! 😊

Could you please do just some general headcanons for being kunikidas s/o? And preferably if you could add a few headcanons of kunikida with a short s/o as well?

Thanks and have a good day/night ❤️

Hi, thank you sm for the request dear! We love Kida in this house so I am very happy to do some headcanons <3

Kunikida definitely is protective over you; His job can get very dangerous very quickly so he tries to keep you away from the agency

Another reason he tried to keep you away was because of one particular person... Dazai.

And like always, he was right to do so.

You and Kida were shopping together for some things around the house when he heard a familiar voice that ruined his mood.

"Oh is that the Kunikida Doppo I seeeeee?" Dazai, ready to annoy Kunikida, ran over to the both of you

Based on his appearance, you already figured it was the Dazai you'd heard so much about

Dazai was surprised to see you with Kunikida, but it didn't take long before he grabbed your hand

"These beautiful strong hands... Would you do me the honors of joining me in a double sui-" "Oh Kida warned me you would do this." "...Eh?"

You slowly took Dazai's hand away as you went and leaned on Kunikida, "I don't believe I've properly introduced myself, Hi I'm Y/n L/n, I'm Kida's partner." You smiled as Kunikida put a hand on your shoulder

". . .YOU'RE WHAT!?"

That was the first and probably the last time you met Dazai

Kunikida is a very time-orientated person, so if you're one of those people who takes a million years to get ready he'll lose it

"..Dear.. We need to be leaving soon." "Just 5 more minutes Kida!"

He tries to be polite about it, but at some point, he just politely pushes you out the door, which you don't mind

Although Kunikida is a very strict man, he has soft moments a lot.

Particularly when he's burnt out, he craves some attention from you

When he is burnt out you can usually tell pretty quickly

He loves being cuddled during these times, he likes laying his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat, it's soothing for him

Usually, though, it's you being cuddled at night

Kuni loves being big spoon, it makes him feel like he can protect you at night

You tend to wake up later than him, so he always makes you breakfast before leaving for work

He also leaves you little notes before he goes to work, reminding you to eat and drink water

Kunikida also makes an effort to text you all throughout the day to make sure you're okay, it's quite cute how much he worries about you

Kunikida is very tall, standing at 6'2, so it's almost inevitable his spouse would be shorter than him

He prefers it that way tbh, he loves sneaking behind you and leaning down to kiss your forehead

He also enjoys picking you up and throwing you into bed when you've stayed up for too long

You've made a habit of jumping into his arms when he gets home, which has backfired a few times; He still loves it though cause he gets to catch you

When you go on your tip toes to try to kiss him, he simply picks you up to kiss him

In public, he's not big on PDA, but if anyone even looks at you wrong he'll be confronting them immediately

He does hold your hand in public occasionally though

Kunikida does try to make time for dates and quality time for you as much as he can

At the end of a long day, the two of you typically wind down with him reading to you quietly

It's very calming, and is the perfect way to calm the both of you down

There we go! I hope I did our boy some justice; Hope you have a wonderful Day/Evening/Night! ❤️❤️

[intheticklecloset]

Hihihi I just wanna say happy you’re back and love your all that you write but was wondering if you could do lee akutagawa and ler dazai with ribs. If not that’s completely ok and thank you for taking the time to read this I hope you have a great day❤️❤️

Ahhh I'm very late filling this request but I was so happy to get it and work on it! Thank you so much for the opportunity to write for these two! I couldn't help but make it just a liiiiittle longer, hehe. 💖

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For years, Akutagawa had craved Dazai’s attention.

At first it was just that – an acknowledgement of a job well done, a satisfied nod, a proud smile, literally anything that let Akutagawa know he was doing well in the eyes of his mentor.

But then Dazai left the Port Mafia, and the weretiger came along, and his desire for attention became something…more. Now he wasn’t satisfied with a simple “good job.” He wanted affection. A hug, a ruffle of his hair, a pat on the back. Something physical. Something that would help satisfy his craving for the touch of another human.

But of all the things Akutagawa had had in mind, this most certainly was not one of them.

“I said ‘well done,’” Dazai told him with that tiny smile he reserved for when he was about to do something completely out of the blue. The brunette reached for him, and Akutagawa flinched on instinct. “What more you do want?”

“Anything,” Aku rasped, then cleared his throat and glanced away. “Never mind, Dazai. I’m grateful merely for the slightest attention from you.”

Dazai hummed. “Are you sure? Then why do you look like you want a hug?”

Akutagawa had to bite his lip to keep from gasping at the idea. It wasn’t that he was attracted to his former boss in that kind of a way – the universe had seen to it that the weretiger be the sole recipient of that honor – but the thought that he might actually get something so personal from the man he’d long admired was…well, overwhelming.

“No?” Dazai asked when Aku took too long to respond. “Then…maybe something else?”

Akutagawa finally dragged his eyes up to look at him. “Like what?”

There was that tiny glint of mischief. Aku barely had time to register it before Dazai was suddenly very much in his personal space, and the terrible, overwhelming urge to laugh rose up in him. He slapped a hand over his mouth in horror, his brain taking a few extra seconds to process why such an absurd idea would even cross his mind.

Dazai’s fingers were deep in his ribs. He was tickling him.

Shit.

“Wait!” Akutagawa’s voice was pleading, though he didn’t mean for it to be. His lips trembled as he fought off a smile. “Wahahahahait, no!”

“Atsushi says you have dimples,” Dazai commented casually, eyes scanning his features, looking disappointed that he couldn’t see any.

Blast that weretiger for ratting him out, and blast Akutagawa’s stupid pride that he couldn’t even stand disappointing Dazai even in this way.

He let himself give in and smile – really smile – just long enough for Dazai to exclaim, “Oh, you do have dimples! How adorable~”

“Stohohohohop!” Aku begged, raspy laughter escaping his lips as he squirmed. “Unhahahahand me at once!”

Dazai nodded sagely. “Atsushi told me you’d say that. Those exact words, even. ‘Unhand me.’”

“Dazahahahahai!”

“Buuuuut…” the brunette grinned playfully and wrapped his arms around Aku’s waist, further trapping him and tickling the backs of his ribs all in one move, making the younger man’s laughter rise in pitch. “He also told me you didn’t mean it~”

Akutagawa was going to kill the weretiger one day. A slow, torturous, painful death. But in the meantime, he had to find a way out of this predicament.

“Dahahahahahazai…!”

[cryslut]

BSD Men - Soulmate

「 Fyodor ~ Chuuya ~ Dazai ~ Tetchou ~ Jouno ~ Nikolai 」 - Where the BSD men cast find out that you two are soulmates. Finding out you were destined to be together after being told by some gifted person with the ability to read peoples lives. - Gender neutral reader, there may be spelling errors this is not fully proofread. I'm not sure where this idea came from and I'm not sure what this is suppose to be but nonetheless I hope you enjoy this (Some of this feels out of character but I hope it's still okay) (The picture above of all characters was edited by me - if you use, give credit)

↳ Fyodor Dostoevsky

As a terrorist and someone who is cruel and manipulative, he is also calm in dire situations. So finding out that you two were meant to be together, he didn't mind it. After all, you two knew each other for a while.

You two met when you were on the verge of your very untimely tragic death. He saw potential in you, manipulating his way to convincing you to join him otherwise if you didn't, he would let you die on the ground. You of course accepted the offer.

You two were roaming around the city of Yokohama. Coming across a man that stopped you both, talking about how your lives were going to go, and then letting you both know that you were indeed meant to be together.

,

"You two are also meant to be together, you're soulmates I suppose," The man in front of you both says calmly. Fyodor keeping his composure, "We're not even together but we're meant to be you say?" The man looks at him nodding his head, "That is how it is."

After the very random encounter, you two kept walking around making way to where you two wanted to head to. As you both reach an alleyway, Fyodor stops walking in his tracks and turns to look at you, "If that man is true to his word.. do you want to see if it's really spot on or not?" His eyes go back and forth looking at yours.

Nodding your head accepting his offer, "Sure," You smile softly at him, "Good, then we're official, let's keep going."

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↳ Chuuya Nakahara

You and Chuuya were already in a relationship. One thing lead to another with you both and here you were with him. When he found out you two were meant to be together, he was completely more than fine with it. He didn't want to lose you as he already lost enough as it is. So this made him really happy deep down but he didn't want to admit it too much.

You were both just finishing a meeting in the port mafia and you two are about to head out, exiting the building. Some guy walks up to you, the man is caught by the both of you and drawn to you as if he needs to tell you something.

He explains how his gift works and briefly explains how your two lives will unfold for a while but leaving out too many details otherwise he's just messing with the future. He lets you both in on one secret though and that would be that you two are destined.

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"The both of you are soulmates," He whispers loud enough while leaned towards the both of you then taking a step back. Chuuya nods his head as if he wasn't too affected by it. This made you upset so after the man was done speaking to you both. You gave him a little talk. Let's just say he ended up confessing how he felt and that he truly does love you

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↳ Dazai Osamu

Dazai is a very flirty man, and he was always like that with you enough as it is. You two have had sexual relations with each other. So when he found out you two were destined to be together, it was quite interesting to say the least.

You two were in the cafe that was right below the armed detective agency, with the rest of the group chatting and as usual Dazai makes dumb flirty comments to you, getting a reaction out of Kunikida to make him stop completely bonking the man on the head as usual.

You brushed it off and didn't really care. Once they gather away, a man walked into the cafe ordering something and then while he was waiting he made his way over to your table, the same one where you and Dazai were alone together at.

He can already tell some things about you two. He starts a conversation then telling you both a little bit about himself and about his gift. Then he goes on to inform you both about your lives and what will happen. But leaving anything too crazy and major out, after all he doesn't want to mess with fate. He does let you both in one secret though.

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"Not suppose to tell you this, but the both of you are meant to be together, you two are soulmates, basically destined, it was fate you met," The man says softly and quietly not trying to draw attention from anyone else. Dazai looks surprised and then looks over at you and smirks, "Well I guess all those times I've 'helped' you really did pay off in more ways than just one, huh?" He nudges you. Your face heats up, followed by a  pink tint on it that can be seen.

Of course Dazai would find a way to make you feel flustered or even embarrassed. He always did with his flirtatious comments. That's what you loved about him though. After the man left and you two were alone at the table again, before anyone could come back to interrupt, Dazai lifts his head up and averts his gaze onto you, "So, you want to see if this man's words are really accurate? If you're mine after all, I could help you more," He smirks at you and you blush once more nodding your head, "Sure, I'd love to."

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↳ Tetchou Suehiro

Tetchou is a very serious well organized person, he hates sadistic beings so he's a very soft individual especially when it comes to you. He can be even seen as over protective over you. You two are already dating, you two started talking and really getting along when you joined the hunting dogs.

So learning about the two of you and your destiny together was quite interesting. He was quite entertained by the idea of it and really wanted to move forward with you.

You two were hunting a criminal that not even the armed detective agency could track down. When you two stumbled upon a man, questioning him if he saw the perpetrator anywhere, a small conversation started and then he broke out saying how you two are destined to be together.

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Tetchou looked a bit serious at this moment in time but he was quite surprised, hearing the words 'destined to be together' and 'soulmate' all in one sentence threw him off for a moment but he kept his composure, "We're already together. But you have this gift and you're able to tell us that we are.. soulmates?" He questions as the man nods at him, "Interesting."

So you two have a conversation about it while looking for the gifted perpetrator that no one can really seem to track down. He seemed quite happy knowing that you two got together and he was excited deep down inside that you two were going to spend the rest of your lives together.

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↳ Jouno Saigiku

As some who seems very happy and cheerful a lot of the time even in situations with people he cannot tolerate at all, he seems like he'd be the soft type. He really isn't, maybe for you. But he abhors intense emotions from those around him, so you would think he'd hate the concept of love. He doesn't when it comes down to you though, he doesn't quite show it a lot though. So finding out that you two are soulmates.

You two were off doing your own thing on some break away from all the others, a man randomly approached you both starting a conversation and then explaining his gift and how it works and then asks to try it out on you two. You both let him with Jouno completely on guard in case something would happen but smiling while doing so to throw the man off if he tried anything at all.

He then proceeds to tell you two little small details about what's to come in the future and then loops you two in to a secret about how you two were meant to meet each other and meant to find each other is leading to the both of you ending up together and being happy together. Jouno was already looking very happy but he didn't try showing any emotion about the whole situation at hand.

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"We are meant to end up together, you say?" His tone is still as cheerful as ever, "Indeed," The man says as you look over at Jouno. Although you both were not together you were upset because it was clear to you that you had feelings for him.

So once the conversation was over you decided to have a little talk with him, "So about what that man said," Jouno draws his attention to you, "He said we were meant to be together, do you wanna.." You stop as you felt yourself growing nervous.

"Yes, we can give dating a shot," He takes your pause as a hint as to what you were going to ask, you smile and felt relieved and happy about what he said, you two continue doing what you were before and went on with your day after talking about that one situation for a while.

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↳ Nikolai Gogol

This man is very sadistic in nature. But deep down he has a soft spot for you. He may not admit it and may be even distant from time to time but he does treat you with the upmost respect and love with all the compassion he can when he does show anything at all. So finding out that you two are soulmates was something he found interesting, not really understanding it.

You two were doing your own thing. You tend to follow Nikolai around because the things he does never makes sense to you so you just tag along and don't question it. A man by himself piqued your interest and you decided to go up to him. A conversation had started and one thing leading to another, the man going into small details about your life along with Nikolai's.

The man seemed to know enough about who Nikolai was to be a bit distant from him so he made it up to him and you by telling you both a secret, which was that it was fate you two met.

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"You guys.. are soulmates," He starts off softly, trying to remain calm while Nikolai was around, "You two are meant to be together as in.. dating," You look over at Nikolai who was just smiling and kinda surprised, but also quite confused not really understanding it, "So we're meant to be together?" He says, he keeps his very cheerful attitude but you can hear the cluelessness in his tone, "Yes, correct."

After some time of a conversation with the man, Nikolai is confused by the term soulmate so you briefly explain it the best way you can, "Ohh okay! So this means, me and you can finally date?" He yells out with joy as it makes you jump back and laugh, "Yes, we can."

[infernalmelancholy]

enjoy these two idiots being idiots :)

“You think this is easy for me?” 

Dazai rolls his eyes. “Is that what I said?”

Chuuya’s rage goes from simmering to explosive in an instant, runic red lines climbing like vines up the skin of his arms as he breathes with purposeful rhythm in an attempt to suppress it.

“You’re sure as hell acting like it.”

Dazai scoffs. He doesn’t look up at Chuuya, knowing there’s nothing that’ll sting worse for him than cold dismissal.

“I’m acting like your life isn’t difficult? Do you hear yourself?”

“Oh, I hear myself perfectly fine. I think you’re the one having trouble comprehending the shit you’re saying.”

“Am I?” Dazai asks with a brow lifted in mock curiosity.

“I should’ve known you couldn’t even argue like a normal person,” Chuuya says with a cruelty he can’t have learned from anyone but Dazai. “I guess it’s my fault, expecting Mori’s puppet to act like a human being.”

Dazai glares at him. Chuuya’s face splits with a twisted grin.

“Oh, now he’s mad,” he sneers. “What? Don’t like being faced with the fact that you’re nothing but an obedient little errand boy for the very man you claim to despise?”

“Shut up.”

But Chuuya isn’t one to follow orders. No. He swiftly invades Dazai’s space, their faces inches apart as one word after another leaves him doused in mockery.

“You don’t get to run me into the ground and then expect me to lean up for a kiss. You want care? You want me to be kind and gentle? Earn it,” he hisses. “But if you wanna act like you don’t care about anything and me bending myself over backwards for you means nothing, I’m more than happy to play along.”

“Shut up.”

Chuuya’s rage is horrifying when paired with a smile.

“No, I don’t think I will. See, what I wanna do is get you to step down from your pedestal for five minutes and realize your dismissal of other people doesn’t make them stop existing. You can pretend I don’t have feelings. You can pretend I’ve never stood on a ledge and been one vile thought away from taking the plunge. Be my guest. Drown in your misery and I’ll take mine somewhere else if that’s more convenient. But don’t try to convince me that your twisted little fantasy world is somehow more real than mine.”

“Did anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?” Dazai bristles.

 “Better than never saying anything.”

“Is it that I never say anything, or that you never actually listen to me?” 

“You’re the one who doesn’t listen!” Chuuya shouts, verging on desperation. “Do you ever actually take into account anything I say? Anything I feel? Does any of it matter to you?” 

He pauses, his next breath rattling out of him. 

“Do I matter to you?”

“Nothing matters to me,” Dazai says, his own anger quickly dissolved by the resignation which settles in Chuuya’s eyes, making them appear dull. He only wishes their roles could have been reversed, that this time spent together could have made him more like Chuuya and not the other way around. But Dazai’s dejection seems to be contagious. He’s seen it in Oda’s eyes, sees it in Chuuya’s now. He wonders if he’ll let anyone close enough to be infected by this curse ever again.

A door slams to signify an ending.

The rest of the night is spent in a lonesome routine.

Dazai closes all his blinds and curtains before shedding only his coat. He crawls into bed, head falling heavily onto the pillow.

His hand tugs absently at the bandages around his neck as he drifts off slowly, swaying thoughtless in the realm between wakefulness and sleep.

The unbreakable darkness that surrounds him isn’t the same one he feels hunting him when he spends too long staring at the city at night, when he’s on the other side of a window, bathed safely in light.

That darkness is one he fears he’s made angry, a darkness watching, licking its teeth until it drags him back into its clutches.

The dark in his room is a different creature.

Through it he can see nothing and therefore, like a child, he believes nothing can see him either.

What’s invisible doesn’t exist.

He falls asleep pretending to die.

[helplesslypurple77]

Pairing: Fyodor x Atsushi x Dazai

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Smut, Aphrodisiacs, fully grown men playing rock paper scissors, fanfic logic 

Summary: “...been betrayed.” Dazai is speaking, and if Yosano squints at the screen she can just make out his finger, dancing around Tiger Atsushi’s large paws. The other figure responds. “Keep your kitty in control, Dazai.” That smooth russian accent is unmistakable. “Shut up.” Dazai dodges an especially close strike, sounding unusually perturbed.

Notes: Dazai is totally dead this time guys. but they might pull some time travel erase shit like 'when the page is destroyed/burned/rewritten, it goes back to how it was before..'

or dazai is dead. forever this time

anyway enjoy your gay smut

His arms ached.

His legs ached.

Sweat was running down the back of his neck, soaking his white shirt. And still, she wasn't done. Yosano grabbed his hand, the one not currently carrying five shopping bags full of clothes and other less pleasant things, and dragged him towards another shop with a shout of excitement.

After the last time, Atsushi should have learned his lesson. He had already been tricked into going shopping with Yosano before, but apparently he was an easy target. All it took was Ranpo’s grinning face as he had handed him a few bills, and shamefully, Atsushi had jumped at the chance to earn extra cash. He had thought that since the Armed Detective Agency were currently labeled as terrorists, maybe Yosano would cut down on her shopping.

But oh how wrong he had been. Three hours and she still wasn't done. Three hours of cruel and unusual torture, three hours of the hot sun frying him to a crisp. But at least Yosano was happy.

She had been worryingly sad the last few days, and Atsushi had been worried. But at least now she was smiling, even though it had cost him a good few hours of his life. Yosano, no the whole Detective Agency, were very important to him. So he endured as Yosano dragged him to yet another clothing store. He comes to a stop, digging his feet into the ground as she tries to drag him inside. His hand slipped from her tight grip.

“You go in without me, Yosano.” She turned, confusion written across her face. “You sure Atsushi? We’re still wanted criminals, you know.” He nods, trying his best to reassure her. “I'll be alright.”

She gives him one last up and down of concern, before nodding and disappearing though the double doors and into the store.

Atsushi lets out a breath, setting down the many shopping bags and leaning against the side of the building with a sigh of relief. He raises a hand, doing his best to block the sun and closes his eyes. After squinting in the bright sunlight for hours the cool darkness feels good, and he lets his mind wander to the unanswered question that had been niggling at his mind for days now.

Where the hell was Dazai.

The last any of them had heard of him, he had proudly proclaimed he was going to ‘find new and exciting ways to kill himself,’ and then, he had simply vanished. Atsushi hoped that he hadn't actually killed himself. He would miss his mentor dearly, and besides they needed him for this whole Decay of Angels fiasco.

And another question, why was Fyodor, one of the most important members of the Decay of Angels, almost suspiciously absent.

Fyodor was such a strange man, Atsushi mused to himself. With his pale skin and dark hair, he reminded Atsushi distinctly of a vampire, or a handsome ghost. He looked so foreign, and that smooth russian accent of his only helped him stand out.

He reminded Atsushi of his suicide obsessed mentor, but also disticly not. If he could put a finger on it, Fyodor had a dangerous type of sex appeal that Dazai had lost, at least to him. Dazai was handsome of course, but his usual dumb antics have had the result of dampening his raw sex appeal. Atsushi shook his head. He admired both the men, of course only in a strictly platonic light.

They were both so handsome, they probably had no trouble getting whatever women they wanted. Now Atsushi was not ugly, it wasn't that. In fact he was actually quite good looking. It was that he lacked a certain smooth quality the other two had. Maybe it was age, maybe experience, or maybe it was simply confidence, but they exuded a sexy aura that made even him feel warm.

He was sure that if even he, a straight(at least he assumed so) man felt it the ladies must be tripping over their feet.

But then again, Dazai was always being rejected. Although Atsushi had a feeling that was more to do with the fact he was always aksing pretty ladies for double suicide, and not anything to do with his looks or attitude. He couldn't speak to Fyodor's flirting habits, but Atsushi had a feeling he believed himself above such things.

And they were both so powerful too. He had heard from Yosano that women were attracted to power. Maybe if he asked the two of them for some tips, he could control his tiger and maybe finally get a girlfriend.

Atsushi smiled, a goal settling in his mind, but his smile dropped as the potential loopholes accrued to him. He wasn't sure if Fyodor would just sit and chat with him. He sighed, oh well, he could at least ask Dazai.

But a thought, a dangerous scary thought was wiggling its way through the back of his mind, spreading like a poison through his brain until he banished it with a shake of his head. Atsushi didn't really want a girlfriend, not right now anyway. It was simply a plausible excuse for the strange feelings that welled up inside him. Feelings he was not used to. He was only curious about the qualities these men possessed, not curious about any other types of things.

Atsushi opened his eyes, squinting into the bright sun. Suddenly he felt even warmer than before. He tried his best to become one with the cool wall he was standing against, pressing every inch of his back against the cool surface and silently begging Yosano to hurry up already. That woman could shop for hours.

A colorful ice cream stand caught his attention, and he hurried over towards its stripped awnings. The smiling man inside the stall smiled at him, as Atsushi ordered his ice cream.

“900¥”

Atsushi reaches into his pocket and hands the man his money, pocketing the change and taking a bite of the sweet dessert. The coolness rushes down his throat, settling in his stomach and instantly cooling him. He siles, thinking of their resident sweet lovers. Ranpo and Kyoka would love this, he thinks, although Kyoka preferred crepes. He would have to take them. He settles on a bench nearby, piling Yosano’s shopping bags next to him.

Suddenly, a sharp pain in his neck startles him, and he shoots a hand up. His fingers come in contact with the smooth surface of something lodged in his neck and with a wince he pulls it out. A dart. Atsushi looks around, desperately searching for the culprit. But his vision wavers and his ice cream falls to the ground. Atsushi slumps over, and as his consciousness fades, he sees a pair of boots nearing him, before his eyes close and he slips forcefully into unconsciousness.

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People were talking around him. The murmurs penetrated his brain, still a bit too foggy to quite make them out. He tried to shake his head, straining his ears to hear them better but was stopped by something holding him in place. Restraints. Holding his arms, holding his legs, and a snug blindfold over his eyes. A gag secured around his mouth. He tries to struggle, desperately calling for his tiger, but for some reason, his tiger is just out of reach. The voices grow louder, and Atsushi is able to pick out a few words.

“...a good idea…” “...use a shot of Iracibisex Testosterone…” “...unintended consequences…”

The murmuring stops, and footsteps near him. Boots clacking on the floor. Someone leans down, and then he's moving. A door opens and slams, and Atsushi feels a prick of something in his neck again. Someone laughs, a man.

“Enjoy weretiger. The last piece of my puzzle.” The voice sounds familiar, but he just can't place it.

Hands come near his neck, and then something clicks, and his tiger roars to full force inside of him. Roaring loudly and demanding for blood. Atsushi feels his mind slipping away, but this time not with unconsciousness. No, it feels more like he is losing control of his tiger. It's a scary feeling, that loss of control, and as the tiger rips through his bindings, the blindfold falling to the floor, he takes one look at the scenery before he slips away again. It's white, everything is white, and the last thing he sees are two men, standing by the wall. Two very familiar men. Two men he had been thinking about just before this whole mess had started. Dazai and Fyodor, looks of confusion painted across their faces. Atsushi has the stray thought that he hopes the tiger doesn't hurt them, before he slips away entirely, at the mercy of his tiger.

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The moment Yosano see’s the shopping bags, abandoned on the bench, and the mentling ice cream running along the ground she takes off running. Panic flows through her veins, propelling her feet as she dashes madly though the city streets, shopping bags hanging from her arms, and throws open the door to Port Mafia headquarters. People stare as she dashes madly through the halls, and all the way upstairs before crashing through the dreaded doors to Mori’s office.

“Atsushi’s gone.”

She's panting, out of breath and sweaty, and it takes her a good minute to notice how many people are looking at her.

At the head of the room, sitting behind the desk is Fukuzawa, looking somewhere between confused, annoyed, and panicked. Mori is behind the desk, begging Elise to wear a red dress. Yosano drops her shopping bags, and sinks heavily onto the sofa. Ranpo grins at her from his perch atop of Mori’s large desk, and speaks around a large pink lollipop.

“Mghe mkngm.”

Kunikida shakes his head, looking as weary as ever from his position next to the desk. “What Ranpo ment is that we already know. Take a look at this.”

He gestures at a large video screen. It seems to be a live video feed, from a security camera or something. The audio is just static now, but she can make out faint voices through it. Yosano moves closer, squinting as the video shakes, then comes into focus, the audio stabilizing.

The familiar sound of a roaring tiger fills the room, and Yosano frowns.

“That’s Atusushi. What’s going on here.” Kunikida shakes his shoulders. “We know as little as you. Mori received this monitor, with instructions telling him to call us and set it up.” Mori nods, still trying to force Elise to wear the damn dress. “We're in the process of figuring out where he is.”

Ranpo hops on the desk, still chewing on that lollipop, and grins. “He’s in Meursault.”

Dead silence fills the room.

“Ranpo, what are you talking about?” It's the president, a small furrow between his eyes. Mori has also stopped playing with Elise, and turns his full attention to Ranpo.

“It's kinda obvious.” Ranpo shakes his head, pulling out the now empty lollipop stick, and gesturing wildly. “Just turn up the volume, you’ll see.” Kunikida does the honors, and Yosano nods in understanding as two familiar voices fill the air.

“...been betrayed.” Dazai is speaking, and if Yosano squints at the screen she can just make out his finger, dancing around Tiger Atsushi’s large paws. The other figure responds.

“Keep your kitty in control, Dazai.” That smooth russian accent is unmistakable.

“Shut up.” Dazai dodges an especially close strike, his voice sounding unusually perturbed.

“Oh, not your kitty? Can I have him then?” Fyodor dodges as Dazai throws something at him, a book. “Anyway, why don't you use your little ability? What was it…no longer mormon?”

Dazai speaks through gritted teeth. “You know I can't, I'm wearing the same Gifted Blocking Collar as you.”

Fyodor chuckles. “It's for the benefit of our audience, of course.”

Yosano turns to the others, but Kunikida shushes her, gesturing at the monitor. Dazai is speaking again, somehow not out of breath at all, even as he dodges a wild tiger and has a whole conversation.

“You really have been betrayed, demon Fyodor.”

Fyodor chuckles, and Yosano shivers as his voice takes a dark turn. “I suppose I have. Tell me Dazai, it's only fair that I betray in return, don't you agree?”

Dazai chuckles darkly. “How astute of you, however…” He narrowly dodges an angry kitten claw, yanking Fyodor backwards into the corner. Atsushi tiger growls threateningly, and advances towards him. “Let’s have this discussion of loyalties…after we handle Atsushi.”

Tiger Atsushi’s roar bounces off the walls, and even through the sub par audio system it rings in Yosano's ears. She can only imagine how loud it must be inside the actual room. As the ringing in her ears fades, she hears Fyodor speaking again.

“Unfortunately, we are unable to make use of your little power, Dazai.” Atsushi pounces, and both men narrowly dodge his claws, landing lightly across the room. In a different circumstance Yosano would have to admire them, if only for their unbothered expressions.

“It seems he has been drugged.” Fyodor said, flipping through a book, even as the tiger advances on them. “Probably an aggresent of some kind. He has most likely lost all control.”

They dodge again as Dazai responds. “So we need to calm him down.” He aims a sarcastic smile Fyodor's way. “So, got any ideas in that book of yours?”

“He’s your kitten Dazai, surely you know better than I.”

Dazai grimaces again. “Stop fucking with me Dostoevsky.” Fyodor raises his hands, smirking. “I am doing none of this ‘fucking’, not now and most definitly not with you.” Yosano has to choke back a laugh at that one. Dazai looks perturbed. Kunikida glares at her.

“Ha, very funny Demon Fyodor. But while you were having your witty little puns…i came up with a solution to calm our angry kitty.”

“Oh yes?”

Dazai smirks, and Yosano hears that familiar confident quality return to his voice as he speaks. “Pet him.” It's at this part, when she hears the absolutely ridiculous things that are spewing out of Dazai’s mouth, that she just has to interrupt. She opens her mouth, all ready to say something but it’s Kunikida who interrupts instead.

“Pet him! Is he insane? How the hELL WOULD THAT EVEN—”

Kunikida is promptly shut up by Ranpo’s hand, and Yosano helps him as he drags Kunikida over to the couch, selting him down with a pat on the shoulder and a glass of water. And when that outburst is stopped, when everyone turns their attention back upon the screen, they watch with abject shock and fascination as the formerly fearsome giant tiger lays on his stomach, purring loudly as both Dazai and Fyodor stroke its fur. And sure enough, the familiar light surrounds Atsushi as he reverts back to his normal form, his bare body shivering on the cold floor, his eyes closed. His tail and ears are still present however, and they flick gently in his sleep. Dazai smirks as he watches Fyodor's hands, still stroking Atsushi’s ears.

“Furry.”

Fyodor's head shoots up. “What?”

“Nothing. Rock paper scissors, loser has to donate clothes to our poor shivering kitten.” Yosano watches in awe as two grown ass men play rock paper scissors, glaring at each other all the way. Fyodor scoffs and pulls off his shirt, slipping it over Atsushi’s body as Dazai gloats in the corner.

Yosano watches as he reverts back to the dumb, boring Dazai she knows. All through this conversation Dazai has been acting very unnervingly. He has shown emotions he usually doesn't show. Emotions like jealousy, anger, and annoyance. It unnerves her. She suspects that it might have something to do with Dostoyevsky. Something about that man just draws out all of Dazai’s more negative emotions, and, Yosano smirks to herself, it might have something to do with the tiger boy currently draped in Fyodor's shirt, lying on the floor. Yosano chuckles to herself. This is going to be very entertaining.

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Atsushi’s head hurts. A headache pounds behind his temples, it hurts. The light hurts. There are hands on his head, playing with his hair, running their hands over his ears. And there’s voices, loud grating voices. “At-su-shiii~” His head pounds, and a spot on his neck stings a little. “Dazai, you are annoying.”

Two voices to be specific. Two very familiar voices.

“At-su-shiii~”

Atsushi’s eyes shoot open, catching on the two men beside him. Dazai’s annoying grin is expected, but the sight he isn't expecting in the least is a shirtless Fyodor, his skin pale and unblemished, sitting right next to him, stroking his ears. Atsushi feels the blush spread across his face and he shoots up into a sitting position, his face steaming. “What’s going on? Wait where am i? Wha-wha-what am I wearing?”

Atsushi knows his face must look like a tomato, as he yanks at the hem of the shirt, trying to make it a little longer. It's a little longer than mid thigh, and he defeatedly siks back to the ground, pulling the shirt over his knees. Dazai smirks.

“Aw don't do that Atsushi, you look so cute.” Atsushi doesn't think it's possible for him to turn more red, but he just keeps defying expectations. “Very funny Dazai.” He says, doing his best to control his voice. He's a little proud of how normal he sounds.

“You are wearing my shirt.” Fyodor, who is still sitting next to Atsushi, and still very shirtless, smirks as Atsushi turns to him. “

“Well Atsushi, do you remember anything?” Dazai’s voice has dropped his usual teasing tone, and Atsushi can tell the conversation is getting more serious. He nods. “Yeah, a bit. I was out running errands with Yosano…” he pauses, as he hears pages rustling, and turns to Fyodor, trying his best to keep his tratorus eyes above the man's collarbones.

Fyodor raises an eyebrow. “Continue.” he says. Atsushi nods. “Someone shot me with a dart. Then i collapsed.” Bothe men nod, and Fyodor grabs what looks like a medical encyclopedia, and flips through it. “Did you happen to hear anything while you were unconscious?” Atsushi frowns, doing his best to sort though the strange fog still enveloping his mind. “I don't think so…wait!” he nods, and as soon as the memory returns all the strange fog clears, leaving his thoughts crystal clear. “I only heard a few things. Someone said something about ‘Iracibisex Testosterone’ and ‘unintended consequences.’.” Atsushi watches as Fyodor's thin fingers run down the page presumably scanning for the drug. Dazai stands behind him, his eyes also traveling back and forth across the page. And finally, his fingers come to a stop and silence fills the room. Atsushi fiddles nervously with the hem of his shirt, as the two men read, their eyes scanning the page slowly.

“What does it say?” Atsushi is too jittery to wait. Instead of responding, they simply stare at him. Atsushi clears his throat nervously. It's Dazai who breaks the silence, fixing Atsushi with an unreadable stare.

“Tell me Atsushi, do you…feel anything odd?” Atsushi frowns. “Um…I'm a little hot I guess.”

Fyodor reads aloud from the page, what seems to be a list of symptoms.

“Raised body temperature, hearing and vision distortion, lack of inhibitions, lack of substantial decision making skills. Temporary release of mating hormones—”

Realistically speaking, Atsushi knows he should be flustered, and if this was any other circumstance, he would be, but Fyodor's face spins and wavers, and his voice distorts a little. The smooth russian accent picks at his brain, Atsushi feels his body heat up, and has the sudden urge to shed the thin prison shirt he is wearing. His brain is foggy, but he knows one thing very clearly. He needs to feel relief. Or he might just die.

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Now Dazai considered himself to have an excellent poker face. Truly, his masterful poker face had saved him on multiple occasions. His poker face was impenetrable, and he considered himself without weakness. But, he was discovering he had one weakness, one weakness that was dooming him in front of the one person who should never see his true emotions, Dostoevsky. And that weakness, that deadly weakness, was Atsushi. Truthfully, he should have seen it coming. From the very first moment he had met the boy, when he had opened his eyes on the river bank he had thought he was in heaven. For the boy next to him had to be an angel. Even at the abandoned warehouse, when the frail boy de-transformed and collapsed into his arms, Dazai remembered the strange feeling of wanting to hold him closer. He had promptly dropped him, with some dumb line about not being into men, not like the boy had heard him. But now, back to the present, Dazai was wishing he had realized earlier, and in turn done more to seduce Atsushi before others took a liking to him too. Fyodor coughed beside him, and Dazai glared.

“You have been hiding such a pretty kitty from me Dazai. How unkind of you.” It's not like he’s wrong, and Dazai was kind of wishing that he had let tiger Atsushi kill this annoying nuisance of a man. But realistically speaking, he knew Atsushi could not handle blood on his hands, and Fyodor was a much better ally alive than dead. But man, he wished he was dead sometimes.

“Your resentment is loud, Dazai.” Dazai rolled his eyes. “Oh shut up.”

The boy across from them was clearly only partly there, his eyes were hazy and his cheeks flushed, and Dazai knew if he stared for too long his depraved thoughts would show clearly on his face, but he could not look away. The man beside him speaks again, much to Dazai’s annoyance. “Tell me Atsushi, would you like some help?” Dazai is split somewhere between desperately hoping Atsushi will decline and praying he won't. Atsushi nods, and Dazai watches in horror and fascination as he crawls closer, still playing with the hem of Fyodor’s shirt.

Dazai gave up on his facial expressions. “Rock paper scissors, who gets first dibs.”

“How do you know I want him?” Dazai scoffs. “Please Dostoevsky, you're not slick. If the glazed look in your eye wasn't a dead giveaway, you're hard.” Fyodor chuckles. “Touche. But what of you Dazai?”

Every word out of that man's mouth sounds mocking. Dazai grimaces. “It appears he is my weakness.”

They commence their games.

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The screen goes black. Yosano takes a sip of her tea as chaos erupts around her. Kunikida is checking the power, as even Mori ebandons Elise and phones downstairs, asking questions under his breath. Yosano had a feeling this would happen. The sound had been cutting in and out ever since Atsushi had awoken, and it was only time before the entire thing would go out. Truthfully, she thought maybe this was a blessing in disguise. She had only heard a few words through the garbled sound system, and one of them had been Iracibisex Testosterone. Now, if what she thought was going to happen, did in fact happen, it was probably best that the screen had shut off. She sat back, and sipped her tea as the room filled with sound around her.

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Atsushi feels hot, so hot. He feels like he might go insane. He can't quite pinpoint the feeling, but he has the vaguest feeling that he needs hands on him, any at all. Now Atsushi wasn’t a virgin, but he had only done it once, with a pretty girl at the orphanage, not long before he was tossed out on the streets. But as he is surrounded by both the men, he feels no anxiety. It's weird how he trusts them, especially Fyodor, but for some reason, he does. And right now, he can't really bring himself to think too hard about it, especially when he feels Dazai’s hand on his chin, bringing his face close. And then their kissing. His lips are soft, and warm, and Atsushi almost gets lost in them, up until he feels his shirt fall away, split open in the back and simply pulled away. He’s still sitting, but hands grip his waist, pulling him to his knees, and start gently stroking his spine, almost caressing him. The gentleness of it all makes his heart hurt.

Dazai’s kiss is changing now. It turns hungrier, fiercer, almost as if he's trying to devour Atsushi’s very soul, and Fyodor's skilled fingers are moving lower now, caressing his waist, and then a hand is stroking his bobbing length. Atsushi mewls, as Dazai starts on his neck, stroking and caressing it with his tongue, leaving red marks behind in a trail. Fyodor's other hand reaches his mouth, shoving two fingers inside. “Suck.” Atsushi sucks obediently. Fyodor’s voice is slightly hoarse, his accent thickening deliciously when he speaks again. “Good Kitten.” The nickname makes Atsushi shiver, the heat all over his body concentrating in his gut.

They talk over him, but Atsushi can't bring himself to pay too much attention, as Fyodor's fingers leave his mouth, and he feels a sudden pressure at his hole. And then a thin finger is penetrating his hole. It feels odd at first, and Atsushi lets out a choked little sound. Fyodor stops, letting him adjust and Atsushi has the stray thought, once again appreciating how gentle they are with him. Dazai’s hand smooths over his hair, as he speaks over him.

“The famous ‘Demon Fyodor’ is surprisingly gentle with our little kitten.” Atsushi has started to adjust to the finger, and when Fyodor starts to move it, in and out, in and out, Atsushi arches his back, letting out a little keen. Fyodor is responding, his voice thick with lust.

“I could say the same to you, Dazai. Where is the ruthless ex-mafioso we’re all used to.” Dazai chuckles. “Where is he indeed…” He sounds slightly clinical, and Atsushi is about to ask why, but then Fyodor adds another finger, and Atsushi is moaning instead. The protrusion feels so different from anything he has experienced before, but not bad. No, not at all. Pleasure runs through his every nerve ending, and Atsushi feels himself begging for more. Fyodor chuckles.

“Do you want more, Kitten? Maybe something bigger?” Atsushi nods, and Dazai tsks from somewhere above him. “Use your words Atsushi.”

“Please, I need more.” Fyodor’s fingers leave his hole, but before he can complain, he feels the pressure of something much bigger pressing against his ass. Then, with a whisper, “Good boy.” Fyodor pushes in.

It's so big, so hot, so unlike anything he has ever felt before. Fyodor is slow, almost torturously slow, but it still hurts a little. A few hot tears make their way down his cheeks, even as his dick twitches against his stomach. Fyodor’s hands feel hot around his waist, and he's too distracted he almost forgets about Dazai. That is until he feels a thumb caressing his lips, he doesn't even realize he has closed his eyes until he opens them, and his eyes catch on Dazai’s dick, right in front of his face. Dazai is smirking down at him, and Atsushi feels another stab of pleasure, as he realizes what he wants from him. He nods obediently, and does his best to take the head in his mouth, sucking lightly. Dazai groans, and his hands find purchase in Atsushi’s silver locks, not tugging, at least not yet.

He's doing well, or at least trying his best, but Dazai is big, and Atsushi has never really done this before. But he tried to think about what he would like, and based on the moans and grunts that fall from his mouth Dazai seemed to enjoy it. But then Fyodor finally bottoms out, and finally starts to move. Sure he's moving slowly, but each thrust goes deep, and Atsushi can only let Dazai take control of his head, holding it still while the force of Fyodor’s thrusts move him forward and back. The two men above him are talking again, but Atsushi can barely hear them over his own garbled moans. And even if he wanted to he couldn't concentrate, could not separate himself from the overwhelming waves of pleasure rocking through his system.

The two of them seem to be losing control. Their voices are less controlled, and their letting their moans slip through. If Atsushi was looking, he would have also noticed the stark absence of their usual poker faces, as pure pleasure was painted across both of them. But alas, Atsushi was too concerned with his own pleasure to notice. He did notice when they started talking, although their words were much more strained than before, and the occasional moan and grunt cut through their sentences.

“Tell me Fyodor, was this part of your grand plan?” A grunt catches Dazai mid sentence, and his voice is rough. Fyodor attempts a chuckle, but it comes out strained. “Being betrayed was never part of the plan Dazai, you know that.”

Betrayed? He was betrayed? Atsushi almost asks a question, but then Fyodor's hot length hits a spot inside of him and his vision shites out temporarily. Fyodor notices, and his hands tighten on Atsushi waist as he hits it again and again and again—

Dazai sounds resigned as he speaks again. “Join the Detective Agency Alliance.” Fyodor’s his stutter in shock, and that statement almost shocks Atsushi out of his sex haze. But what shocks him even more is Fyodors responds.

“Very well Dazai, you win.” His voice is wrecked, husky and accent thick and so, so hot. Atsushi feels as if he is teetering on the edge of a cliff, head back only by a thin thread, and all he wants to do is fall. Fall into that bottomless ocean of pleasure.

All discussions of loyalties have sieced above him, and both men seem to be doubling their efforts to make him fall apart. He moans around Dazai’s dick, still lodged down his throat. Even as Dazai grips his hair, shoving his cock down Atsushi’s throat one final time, and Atsushi feels hot liquid spilling down his throat. He does his best to swallow, and Dazai pulls his softening length out, even as he replaces it with his mouth, sealing Atsushi’s lips in a hot kiss. One of Fyodor’s hands has made its way down to his neglected cock, and as he strokes it, the coil of hot pleasure inside of Atsushi snaps, plunging him off the cliff. He clenches around Fyodor’s dick, and the man behind him groans, his hips stuttering as he leans over, his bare back pressed to Atsushi’s chest as he sucks hickeys into his neck.

And with one final thrust, he stills, and Atsushi feels something hot spilling inside him, even as his own dick twitches, spilling ropes of cum onto the hard sterile surface of the floor.

Atsushi feels the strange fog in his brain clear, replaced by a more familiar post sex drowsiness, perhaps still a little affected by the earlier sleeping drug. He hears bickering around him, and faintly feels another shirt slip over his head, but soon it's all gone and he falls asleep, yet again, perfectly content this time.

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A strange golden circle appears in the ceiling, and three familiar figures fall through followed by a weirdo in a costume that looks like he spent way too much money on it at Spirit Halloween, and some guy with split dyed hair who looks like he's having a heart attack. The Chaos still happening in Mori’s office abruptly stops. Yosano must say, she hadn't anticipated this part, but as she spots the dark red marks maring Atsushi's fair skin, and how even before they hit the ground both men reach to shield his body from the ground, she has to let out a little laugh. Aside from her, it takes Ranpo all of three seconds to see exactly what went down, and he alamo muffles a little laugh. And then, chaos erupts.

It takes a while for things to settle. Yosano rescues Atsushi from the barrage of questions and accusations, and places him gently on the couch, pulling a blanket over him and doing her best to hide the more, ehem, incriminating evidence.

And even after things have settled down, and Fyodor and Dazai are explaining most things in great detail, an air of chaos still envelopes the entire room. Kunikida looks slightly faint, but then again he always does, as he tells Dazai and Fyodor for the four hundredth time to stop snidely insulting each other and tell the story normally. Ranpo is tearing into a huge bag of chips, still looking greatly entertained by the entire thing. Sigma is sitting in the corner with a glass of water, quietly watching the proceedings. The weirdo with the dumb outfit, who Yosano learned is called Nikolai, is doing magic tricks for Elise in the corner, and for ounce, Mori is actually serious, as the bickering duo finish up their conversation and he and the president step away for a moment. Silence almost falls, until the president clears his throat and addresses the entire room.

“Due to this, um, unforeseen accident it seems like we are able to wrap up the whole page nonsense rather quickly. Mr. Dostoyevsky, I have a proposition for you.”

Yosano has a feeling she can predict what comes next, and she knows everyone else is thinking the same thing.

“Would you like to join the Alliance between the Detective Agency and the Port Mafia? You and your strange friends there.”

The silence that follows is tense, and Fyodor’s expression has gone back to unreadable. Yosano knows no one will protest. Whether they like it or not, this is a wise decision on the president's part, Fyodor was nothing if not a terrifying enemy, but a useful ally. He opens his mouth, but interestingly enough it's Dazai who speaks first.

“You wont get to see him if you dont.” A few looks of confusion are traded around the room, but Yosano almost chokes with laughter. How like Dazai, to weaponize emotions like that for the greater good, even if he himself doesn't want Fyodor to join.

Fyodor's eyes slide ever so slightly towards the couch, where Atsushi lies, still peacefully asleep, and he seems to have come to a decision.

“Very well, I will join this alliance of yours. And bring ruin upon my former master.”

The tension in the room lessons, and multiple sighs of relief are traded around the room. Mori lets out a laugh. “Our alliance has come to three! I'll phone for some wine and let's get this party started. Oh and you two?” He looks at Dazai and Fyodor, who are still half naked, although Dazai is half covered in bandages, “I'll get you some clothes.”

[damagedintellect]

Skk Brainrot for Dazai’s BDay

💌 Babysitting the demon prodigy : Chapter 1  💌  

Summary: When Mori summoned Chuuya under the pretense that this would be Double Black's hardest mission yet this was not what he had in mind by a long shot. Walking into Mori's office to see a kid not more than seven years old sporting some poorly wrapped bandages tangled in an unkempt mop of brunette hair, with very familiar soulless eyes, Chuuya thought it was a joke.

Notes: Happy Birthday Dazai~ I didn’t finish my drawing so another have this wip instead, I thought it would be funny if Dazai's ability had a loophole like if he was on the brink of death his ability deactivates or something like that it's no fun when things can only happen to Chuuya. Curse Dazai and his immunity for crack shit.

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When Mori summoned Chuuya under the pretense that this would be Double Black's hardest mission yet this was not what he had in mind by a long shot. Walking into Mori's office to see a kid not more than seven years old sporting some poorly wrapped bandages tangled in an unkempt mop of brunette hair, with very familiar soulless eyes, Chuuya thought it was a joke. 

"There are limits to even Dazai's ability I'm afraid," Mori sighed heavily as the aforementioned child was sitting on his desk swinging his legs in front of him with an amused smirk on his lips. "I've always had my suspicions on the extent of "No longer Human" but it appears Dazai does have to have some level of consciousness for the ability to be active." Mori shuffles through papers casually at his desk as if this situation is not sincerely off putting. Dazai's ability was active 100% of the time but it seems someone has found a way around it. The man Chuuya thought was untouchable has been bested by someone that wasn't Chuuya. It sparks a slight irritation that he was not the one to bring the prodigy down a peg. Heaven knows he wants too.

Chuuya frowns, crossing his arms "So why didn't he change back when he woke up? I refuse to believe this isn't some elaborate prank." Knowing Dazai's knack for always getting what he wants he wouldn't put it past him to get Mori on board. Did they just find some kid who resembled Dazai and think, haha funny joke? Chuuya wasn't buying it.

"Fair enough, I suppose Dazai would try this kind of a ruse.  However my guess is that like most ability users, because his mind and body has reverted back to such a young age, his gift hasn't fully developed yet."

 Dazai can't use his ability?

Chuuya's eyes went wide at the notion. If he couldn't activate his ability then he can't revert back to normal. If corruption were to act up anytime soon he'd be screwed. "Do we know who did it?" Looking over at Dazai, he didn't seem to mind at all. Instead he seemed intrigued by the whole ordeal. Watching Chuuya with a glint in his eyes that the redhead can't say he's ever seen before.

"Not yet, we're working on investigating further but as you could imagine Dazai hasn't exactly been the most cooperative in this state. His memories are so so." Mori finally looks up at Chuuya "I called you in here specifically so you can take care of Dazai until we figure out a way to return him to normal."

"HAAAH?!" 

Chuuya's outburst brings another smirk to Dazai's lips as he jumps down from the desk. It was weird to see their height difference remain the same albeit in the reverse. He was still wearing his signature coat but it was pinned to a new length similar to his shirt that he could tell was slightly oversized underneath a navy blue sweater vest. "Why am I the one who has to babysit the bastard?"

Mori laughed "You're his partner, it's only natural that it should be you. If word got around that Dazai is in this vulnerable state we'd need someone who could protect him in dire straits, you are the best martial artist in the port mafia are you not?" Chuuya growled at the circumstances, it was true. Most of the mafia relied heavily on weapons or abilities. Chuuya was lethal with or without. Plus despite their constant bickering they somehow know each other like the back of their hand. Which isn't saying much in Chuuya's case since he's akin to an open book but not many people can interpret Dazai's personal quirks. 

"As a former member of the sheep you also have the most experience with children. It should only take a few days to locate the user a week at most."

Chuuya grit his teeth as Dazai seemed to be circleling him, almost evaluating him as a suitable caretaker. Mori smirked, adding "I thought you'd be overjoyed at the prospect of bearing witness to Dazai being in such a defenseless position. Had it been you, Dazai would undoubtedly use the opportunity to his advantage."

Chuuya adjusted his hat "Sounds about right but you forget I'm not like that shitty Dazai." He turned towards the door taking one step before glaring at his partner with a defeated huff. 

"You better follow me before I change my mind." 

Dazai perked up, waving Mori off before skipping after the redhead. Mori chuckled to himself, it's times like these where he's glad he let these children join the port mafia. There was something about their youthfulness that was a breath of fresh air.

Chuuya was irritated beyond belief. He could  feel a hole burning through the back of his skull with the way Dazai was staring at him. He growled "Stop that."

"Stop what?" Dazai continued skipping down the hall innocently, knowing exactly what's getting on his nerves. "You little- you're staring, it's fucken creepy."

"Swearing? In front of a child? What kind of a partner are you?" Dazai said curiously in a sing-songy tune.

That's it. Chuuya stopped walking, pinching the bridge of his nose. Mori was right, this was a rare opportunity. He snapped his fingers and listened as Dazai yelped in surprise. He turned around to face Dazai hanging upside-down to meet him eye to eye. 

"Listen here you little shit, I was told to take care of you but that just means don't kill you. So you might want to think twice about your stupid little mind games." He has no idea what to expect from kid Dazai. He knows his Dazai is a prick but he doesn't know when Dazai became a manipulative asshole or if he was born like that. If Chuuya is going to survive the week he needs to lay some ground rules.

Dazai looked back with a bored stare. "You're much different from what's in my notes."

"Notes?"

Dazai softly hits Chuuya’s cheek with an unlabeled black book. Chuuya quirks an eyebrow confused but not surprised that even Dazai would have a contingency for something like this but when he opened the book he frowned.

“I must be obsessed with you or something since there are twenty six more volumes where that came from.”

Upon reading the first page entitled “Reasons Why Chuuya Sucks” he could feel his blood begin to boil but he was curious so he skipped to a random page.

“Chuuya put lemon on the karaage without asking, uuuuugh my life sucks.”

He forcefully closed the book. Figures that’s what Dazai would do but to write 26 volumes? This was at least more tame than his “Weekly Chuuya is A Sore Loser” newsletter but still, why would Dazai even waste his time? Chuuya doesn’t think he will ever understand even if the brunette told him. He sighed and reluctantly let the boy down, only letting him fall two feet to the floor with a soft thud. Dazai pats off the dust and adjusts his hair out of his eye. It was only for a few days he could handle this right?

“How much do you actually remember, truthfully? This will only work if you stop playing your shitty games.”

Dazai hummed thinking it over. He didn't feel like he could trust Mori but Chuuya felt different “Not much, I don't remember my time in the mafia. I woke up in Mori’s care and was taken to my office to try to jog my memory. That’s where I found that book. I thought it was just a journal but then your name was plastered all over it.” He resumed his uninterested posture as they continued to walk out of headquarters. "According to Mori I still remember basic knowledge but people, places, and events don't ring a bell." As they walked out of the building aimlessly Dazai put the book back in his coat pocket. "As far as I'm concerned I've only ever been the age I am right now."

Chuuya thought about what they could do to pass the time and he realized he doesn't actually know what Dazai does in his spare time other than find ways to annoy people and try to commit suicide. He's always reading that one suicide book maybe he should take him to a library or something. Chuuya's been meaning to check out a new poem book. Who knows, maybe this could be a really easy relaxing few days.

[ethereal-blossom]

❝ Irresistible❞

synopsis: Jealous!Dazai who kabedons his girlfriend

"Shizuo, could you copy this for me, please?" You asked the new office staff member. The man had only been working at the Armed Detective Agency for two weeks, but he had proven himself to be a hard-working and helpful colleague. In fact, you dared to say he was often around you to offer a helping hand. So sweet unlike your boyfriend who often was the cause of your extra hours spent at the office. 

Speaking of the devil, Dazai had been watching you from the corner of his eyes. You tried to ignore it, but it felt like being watched by a hawk. Shizuo grabbed the document in your hand while smirking. "Of course, anything for you, y/n." His hazel eyes sparkled when his fingers accidentally touched yours. 

"You're a life savior, thank you!" The second Shizuo turned his back to you, Dazai rolled his chair to yours. 

"Ouch, my belladonna. I thought I was your life savior?" 

His comment made you roll your eyes with affection. "I didn't know life saviors were supposed to give me their paperwork because they are too lazy to do theirs. By the way, does it say in your job description as life savior that you've to drag me to the couch or on your lap for cuddle sessions in the middle of the workday?" 

"But of course! It's torture to let my sugarplum go so long without my touch! You might die of touch-starvation." Dazai leaned over to grab both of your hands in his. He brought them to his heart while faking a concerned look. 

You couldn't help but grin. God, your boyfriend was so charming. Sometimes annoying, but even that had its charm. Dazai's hands squeezed yours right before he pulled you on his lap. It was then that Shizuo was standing next to your desk. 

"I have the copied- oh." The new staff member fell silent once he saw the scene that was happening in front of his eyes. You were ready to make an attempt to escape Dazai's lap (after all, you had to be professional at work no matter how difficult Dazai made it to do so) but it only led to your boyfriend grabbing your waist. 

"Hm... Shizo, wasn't it?" Dazai had the biggest smile on his face. So big it started to become suspicious. "You can put those at the desk of my sweetie pie. She's very busy with me at the moment." 

You wiggled a little in the hope for Dazai to release his grip around you, but it made him do the complete opposite. "Thank you, Shizuo. I really appreciate it! You can put it on my desk." 

"Just happy to help you, y/n," Shizuo smiled. His eyes lowered a bit and suddenly, a bandaged hand grabbed your chin. Dazai made you face him and whined: "Belladonna, it has been ten minutes since I last stole you a kiss. What should we do about it?" 

"Steal another kiss in a minute," you whispered in the hope Shizuo couldn't hear it. You turned your face to the new colleague who was still standing in front of your desk. "Thank you, Shizuo. I'll let you know if-"

Dazai interrupted. "But I can't wait another minute." He turned your face to him for a second time. Dazai's lips grazed yours slightly. It was the type of kiss that barely gave you anything, but enough to make you crave more.

Your boyfriend looked at Shizuo. "Oh, and before I forget, don't worry about stopping by my girlfriend's desk so many times. I'm here if she needs anything." 

Firstly, that was a lie. Your boyfriend had the tendency to act like a kicked puppy every time you asked him to do something that required him to move a muscle. Secondly, why would now be any different? Before you could think about it more, Dazai's lips had found their way back to yours. This time, however, they were more demanding. With one hand still around your waist and the other one gently stroking your face, Dazai deepened the kiss. 

When you pulled away, Shizuo was gone. "Dazai, is there anything you need to tell me?" 

"What? Can't a boyfriend want his love's attention anymore?" Before you could respond, Dazai was smacked on the head. 

"Get back to work, you two!" Kunikida yelled. "This is a work day. What are you guys thinking-" The lecture continued for another minute before Kunikida ran out of his precious time. Time to go back to work.

Nevertheless, it was hard to concentrate on the letters on your screen. Was this Dazai being jealous perhaps? No, he's not... right? Now you thought about it, you couldn't remember a time when Dazai had been truly jealous. Would Shizuo be the cause of it? 

Shizuo had been nothing but a motivated colleague always ready to help. He did visit your desk often, though... If the roles were reversed and a new colleague would come to Dazai's desk multiple times a day, you'd be suspicious, too. You decided that once Dazai and you were back in your dorm, you'd talk about it with him. Communication is key, after all. You had to finish this report first if you didn't want to receive another lecture by Kunikida.

The office slowly grew emptier when staff members and detectives left for their break. It was Dazai who had to convince you to get out of your chair to eat something with him. 

Dazai hung at your arm while you walked the hallways that led to the cafe. The detective was whining about how desperately he needed a break from Kunikida's whining when he promptly fell silent. "Dazai? Are you- oh." 

Your boyfriend gently pushed you against the wall fluently with one arm placed next to your head. Dazai's expression was something you could only describe as casually sly; like a predator that captured its prey effortlessly but had no plans to hurt it whatsoever.

Even though you could take a step to the side and escape the hold, it was impossible to do so. Dark eyes held you frozen at your spot as Dazai towered over you. He leaned in; not enough to touch you, but close enough to make you crave it. 

Dazai whispered in your ear, his voice sounding exactly the way he knew you liked it. Words that made you blush were spoken and-

Somebody cleared his throat. It felt like a wave of shock went through your body as you realized someone had been a spectator of this intimate scene. Dazai turned his head slightly. "Oh, Shizu, wasn't it? What a nice surprise! Oya oya, y/n, I guess we've to take this to a more... private place, don't you agree?" The last words were spoken softly, more seductively, but loud enough for Shizuo to hear. Dazai's eyes held yours when his free hand touched your leg. 

This sly- 

Shizuo cleared his throat again. "Yeah, I should... go back to, eh, work." Dazai and you listened to how his footsteps faded away. 

A sigh escaped your lips. "Dazai, I'm going to ask you something and I want you to answer me honestly." 

Dazai hummed as his nose trailed your jawline. Oh, God, you knew what he was doing. Keep your head clear. Don't let yourself get distracted by your insanely attractive, seductive, and charming boyfriend. 

"Were you jealous of the new guy?" 

Dazai stopped his movements for a second. You could feel his warm breath on your neck. The hand he had put on your leg was now slowly trailing upwards. "Why do you ask?" 

"You're a- eh, you're- kinda-" 

The hand grabbed you from behind, pressing your hips against his. "I'm what?" 

"Right now? Irresistible." 

Dazai smiled against your neck. It only lasted for two seconds before the word truly hit him. Irresistible. The smile faded, and his eyes darkened; like clouds covering the sun. You're not the first person to find him irresistible, but this felt different. You were different. Unlike all those other men and women who had only seen the shallow surface of him, you had touched the bottom of his soul. You knew about the shadows that darkened his heart, knew the pitch-black blood that pumped through it... and still you described him as irresistible.

Dazai heard the worried tone in your voice when you asked if he was all right. Always so concerned about him. Even though he had given you a hard time today by acting so possessive, you still were patient with him. Instead of telling you how you could do so much better, deserved better, Dazai decided to hold you tighter. A selfish man he was and a selfish man he would stay if it meant that he could learn about a world of light through you. 

The sun shone through the clouds and you gasped when Dazai created a love bite on your neck. That would show the rest of humanity for now that you belonged to him. "I'm fine, my love." Dazai looked up at you. "You're here with me, after all."