#lena<3

[bnesszai]

walks in cutely. perhaps. if you’d like to try. souheki + "Come on, don't just undress me with your eyes."

Hehehe. Hi Lena. Suggestive material under the cut

"Well, come on, then," Ranpo says from across the room. Their eyes are open, sharp and dark. A dangerous smirk hangs from their lips. "Don't just undress me with your eyes."

Dazai's hands curl into fists. The first to move is the first to lose, and Dazai hates losing. They've been playing a metaphorical game of chess for weeks- fleeting touches, unguarded stares, suggestive words, and, just once, Ranpo even brushed their lips across Dazai's jaw in passing. To fold now would be to lose the long game.

But..... But Ranpo is standing directly in front of a wall and their tie is crooked, shirt a little off center to show off their collarbone. It's all on purpose. It has to be. They want Dazai to be the one to break.

"Come on, baby girl," Ranpo purrs, which should be degrading more than anything but something swarms in the pit of Dazai's gut at the words.

"Aren't you a little full of yourself, Princess?" It grits out between its teeth. Want and desire is flooding its veins, especially when the smile on their face grows.

"I'm the greatest detective in the world. Though, it wouldn't take much to know what you want right now."

Dazai steps forward. There are three more paces until it reaches them. Three steps where it can plan away to turn this into its victory, to make Ranpo feel like they're the one who has lost. Dazai doesn't lose. Dazai wins. Usually by wits, but sometimes by force.

"Alright, then," it says stepping right into their personal space. It grabs their hands with one of its own, pinning them above their head. It doesn't miss the way they swallow down a gasp. "But we're going to play by my rules."

The look of victory slips, just a touch, but then Ranpo's grin turns cheeky. "What about no rules at--" They cut off with a half bitten groan when Dazai's leg slots between theirs, applying a hint of pressure at their crotch.

"My way or the highway, princess."

Ranpo nods and the silence feels like victory. Dazai claims its win with its lips, its tongue, its entire body.

[moonlitmeeks]

jess mariano writes you love letters & notes quoting poetry.

oh a thousand percent— he does it in his own little way, of course. it’s jess. he’s gotta upkeep some shreds of his reputation. he’ll slide you the softest, sappiest love note with a monotone expression, huffing slightly when he senses you’re about to tease him. he obviously can’t be annoyed at you, far from it, but he gives you a pretty convincing glare for every joke you make. sometimes you’ll try to find something in your bag, instead stumbling across a page from a poetry anthology that had been ripped out, feverishly annotated with comments, underlined quotes that remind him of you. it’s sweet, in his own little way.

[treatbuckywkisses]

For moodboard Fridays, how about song association with Feeling Good by Michael Buble?

psst, it's on my playlist for mafia!Bucky if that helps💗

come hang out with me :)

[bnesszai]

3, 8, 13 + kunichuuzai <3

3. Which one outlives the other, and how they cope

Chuuya. Anyone Chuuya ever cares for leaves and there is something so heartbreaking about Kuni, the idealist who understands his humanity more than the other two, dying first. Dazai and Chuuya get through it together, but it's tough. Their rough edges become harder to smooth out, Chuuya works more, Dazai secluded themself more.

When Dazai goes, Chuuya taste the bitter acceptance on their tongue because they always knew Dazai wanted death, but they also were used to Dazai cheating death. Chuuya was sure he would go first and now Chuuya is once again left with the shattered remains of themself as the ones he cares most for have left. He works and works and works and, as always, pushes the emotions downdowndown until they catch up with them.

8. What they argue about?

Schedules and moralities. Who gets to be which spoon which night. In more serious arguments, they tear each other apart in terms of Dazai not taking care of themself and how it's unfair for the other two to have to pick up the pieces. How Kuni throws himself straight into danger without considering the consequences felt by Chuuya and Dazai. How Chuuya locks themself away after a rough day at the Mafia and lashes out in simmering anger instead of letting them in.

Dazai self-destructs and tries to pick fights on bad days, but Kuni and Chuuya learn how to tell the difference between a real fight and a lashing out.

but most of their arguments are little, petty things.

13. Which makes a bigger deal of birthdays?

Kuni. He reminds the other two, every year, how the aging is proof of their humanity and how he is so, so glad that they are all able to grow old together and how well they've all done in surviving so long in the world they are subjected to.

asks

[bnesszai]

pleabse can i get a jouzai + “Ha. Don’t think too highly of yourself. Just because I crave your company every now and then, doesn’t mean you’re my weakness. You’re not.” ,,for science

"for science". i see you, Lena

"Don't think too highly of yourself," Jouno says. "Just because I crave your company every now and then doesn't mean you're my weakness." Dazai snorts. "Sure, sweetheart, whatever helps you sleep at night." "You're not." Humming, Dazai traces the line of Jouno's jaw with their finger. "I know all your weaknesses." "And?" "That in itself makes me a liability, a weakness because I could tell anyone at any time." "But you won't." Dazai's lips curl into a sinister thing. They know Jouno cannot see it, but they hope he can sense it in Dazai's pulse, in Dazai's breathing, in the way Dazai hooks their finger under his chin to tilt his face upward. "And why is that?" Dazai feels the way Jouno's teeth click together. A grimace passes over his face before he cools his features, never fast enough to fool Dazai. "Is it because you believe I care? Because you believe that what is between us runs deeper than spilled blood and bruised skin?" Jouno moves his head and bites Dazai's finger. "Silence is an answer, too, you know," Dazai says. They remove their finger from his mouth, gripping his jaw and dragging him down. "I am the greatest weakness of all because I cannot be controlled." "But you can be tamed," Jouno says. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here. You have weaknesses too, you know." Dazai digs their nails into Jouno's skin. "Are you implying that you know them?" "I'm saying that I can crush them all, if I really wanted to." "And do you? Want to?" Jouno gets closer, droplets of blood forming under Dazai's fingernails, and speaks against their lips. "That depends. Am I one of them?" "No." Jouno dives in, ripping control from Dazai's hands as he kisses them with destruction. Heavy tongue, sharp teeth, enough force that Dazai's head hits the wall behind them. Dazai feels like their ribcage might burst open. "Liar," Jouno says, licking the back of Dazai's teeth, smirking when Dazai shivers. "Takes one to know one," Dazai breathes. "I hate liars." "Sure," Dazai says, and then he goes for the throat.

[bnesszai]

24 + skk, 33 + jouzai!!

Lena hi hello<3

a sleepy kiss + skk

"M not sleepy." "Sure," Chuuya says, "You normally slur your words." "Obviously." Rolling their eyes, Chuuya tucks the blanket tighter around Dazai, cocooning them in an attempt to keep them in bed. It's probably futile, but Chuuya can at least try. "You're gonna get yourself sick again. Sleep." Dazai thrashes in the blankets, already loosening them. "Don't wanna!" "Why?" "Because Chuuya is home and I want to pester Chuuya." "Asshole," Chuuya sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed. They place a hand to Dazai's head and wince. "I think you've already made yourself sick. When did you last sleep?" Dazai goes very still and very quiet. Chuuya feels a headache build behind his eyebrow. He sighs again. "Thought so. Shuddup and sleep, okay? You can pester me tomorrow." "But--" "If you don't, I won't kiss you." Dazai looks at Chuuya as if he had just kicked their puppy. "That's what I thought," Chuuya repeats, leaning forward and smirking. "Sleep or I won't so much as look at you for a week." "Chuuya is mean," Dazai whines. "Dazai is a fucking idiot." Pouting, Dazai finally relaxes against the mattress. "You'll give me a kiss now?" "If you promise to sleep." "I swear on my life." Chuuya glares. Dazai sighs. "I swear it on your life." Rolling their eyes, Chuuya leans the rest of the way in, pressing their lips together. Dazai's kiss is sloppy, desperate but clearly lacking the usual hunger. Chuuya laughs against their lips. "You're so tired you can't even kiss me right."

kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking + jouzai

"What about this one?" Jouno shivers as Dazai kisses the scar just above his navel. "I didn't know he had a gun. Couldn't activate my ability in time." Musing, Dazai grabs Jouno's hand. They place a kiss into his palm, looking up at them. "And here?" "I was learning how to cut vegetables." Dazai laughs against his hand and moves on, kissing Jouno's nose. "Here?" "The was a rock in the snowball my friend threw at me." "Directly in your face?" "He was an asshole," Jouno pauses, smiles. "Much like you, actually." "I'm certainly better," Dazai says. They trace a scar on Jouno's bottom lip. "And this one?" "Are you going to map every scar on my body?" "Yes." "Unbelievable," but Jouno can't quite hold back a fond laugh. "I had an ex who thought they could shut me up." Dazai feels something dark crawl onto their face, into their eyes. The fingers around Jouno's jaw curl, biting into skin. "They were the one silenced." "Delightful," Dazai says, and then kisses Jouno like the world is ending.

kissing prompts<3

[bnesszai]

i am also sneaking into your inbox and dropping prompts hehe hello!!!

skk + “Ew, no.”

dazai & atsushi + “I need your help.”

hehe, hello Lena >:3

skk

"Ew, no." "Come on, Chuuya." "What are you, an exhibitionist?" "What are you, stupid? Of course I am." "God, I hate you." Dazai leans in closer, breath fanning over Chuuya's face, eyes dark. "Hate and lust and love all go hand in hand. Kind of like us and that stranger from the bar last week." "Do you ever shut up?" Dazai presses closer still, grabbing Chuuya's hands and locking them above their head. Chuuya hates the way it makes them squirm, makes them ready to bite and be destroyed. "No," Dazai says, smirking. There is shuffling nearby, muffled voices coming closer. Chuuya's eyes dart in that direction, but Dazai uses the unoccupied hand to grip Chuuya's jaw, forcing their eyes to meet again. Dazai's eyes are dark and hungry, ready to devour the sight before them. "'Samu," Chuuya whispers before they can stop themself. "That's what I thought," Dazai says. Resigned to their fate, Chuuya glares, hissing as nails dig into the skin on their jawbone. "Get on with it then." "You're not the boss here," Dazai says, but dives in, leaving no room for Chuuya to breathe.

~

Dazai and Atsushi

"I need your help." Dazai sits up. "With Akutagawa? Or Lucy-chan?" Atsushi's brows furrow. "What are you talking about?" "Oh," Dazai deflates, slumping back onto the couch. "What is it, then?" A moment of silence. Dazai watches as Atsushi looks around, and shifts his weight from foot to foot. "Nevermind," he says, turning to walk away. "Atsushi-kun." He stops but doesn't turn back. "Whatever it is, it can't be any more embarrassing than when Kunikida-kun tripped into Ranpo's lap and, in his panic to get up, hit their teeth together so hard he had to see an emergency dentist." Sighing, Atsushi turns back to Dazai. "I guess that's true.... I just.... it's stupid." "Atsushi-kun." "I don't know how to change the background picture on my phone!" It's quiet for a moment as Dazai blinks at him. Then, without meaning to, Dazai throws their head back and laughs. "I'm leaving," Atsushi says, face bright red. "No, no," Dazai says. "Sorry, you just reminded me of-- nevermind. Sit, I will show you the ways."

[bnesszai]

hii!! “[character A], why does [character B] call you babygirl?” LMAO. with any characters of your choice 👀

okay. OKAY okay. I have so many ideas for this i have decided to narrow it down and do 3. The first one (beast) is just for @osameowdazai and @squidsandthings

ask game~

"Nakahara-san?"

Chuuya scowls. "What?"

Atsushi looks conflicted, nervous. Something like embarrassment crosses over his features, but he doesn't flinch. "Why does Dazai call you baby girl?"

Chuuya freezes. There's a horrifying moment where he tries to think about how Atsushi could have happened upon this knowledge, but then he considers making Atsushi regret it, instead. A sinister smile crawls up his lips. "Well, if you really must know--"

Suffice to say, Atsushi no longer asks Chuuya any questions.

*

"Dazai-san," Atsushi asks.

Humming, Dazai doesn't look up from his book. They have roughly 67 seconds before Kunikida comes back and starts yelling at them.

"Why does Ranpo-san call you baby girl?"

Dazai blinks, glancing up. Atsushi looks genuinely confused, one eyebrow scrunched, the other raised, looking directly at Dazai with an innocence so deep, Dazai laughs.

"Because he's an idiot."

"Huh?"

"He just wants to rile people up," Dazai winks. "Don't think about it too hard."

*

"Kunikida-kun~" Dazai's sing-song voice fills the office. Kunikida feels a headache form immediately.

"What, Dazai?"

Sitting on his desk, Dazai leans in close, their eyes are filled with mischief and something Kunikida refuses to name at the office. Dazai do not, however, lower their voice when they ask, "Why do you call Chuuya, the pipsqueak mafioso, babygirl?"

The office goes silent and still. Comically so.

Kunikida glares at Dazai. Heat is crawling up the back of his neck, his collarbones, his cheeks. "You know damn well why I do, sweetcakes."

Dazai looks shocked, lips parting, just for a moment, before they throw their head back and cackle. "Using bedroom names at work? How inappropriate of you, pretty boy."

The office erupts into chaos and Kunikida has never wanted to kill someone so much in all his years.

Later, he makes sure Chuuya helps him get his revenge.