a lesson in trust by rustingroses | 3.4k
Dazai knows he's Chuuya's favorite slave, but that doesn't mean Chuuya will come for him when he's kidnapped, right?
Wrong.
And Chuuya will make sure he never forgets it.
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what a time by xoinks | 2.3k
The unrealistic distortions had stretched across Dazai’s exasperated mind. There was someone with purple and red eyes. He felt water filling his lungs and something from the deep billows of the seas snatching him up and dragging him down.
A small noise curdled from his throat, and in an instant Chuuya was on the bed with him--next to him.
(there is a phenomena of conscious state between wake and slumber, where nightmares are heightened. more jostling and intense. it’s known as hypnagogic hallucination. it leads to confusion, agitation and an added intensity to the neurons of the brain than simplistic dreams)
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faq
how do I know if a fic qualifies?
a fic qualifies to be recced if Dazai clearly occupies a submissive role or there is explicit sexual content where Dazai bottoms or is the submissive partner.
can I submit my own fics?
yes.
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if it’s a fic on ao3, tags probably contain all the relevant information for me to make a rec post. if it’s a fic on tumblr, give me a link + within the text of your submission (not the tags) tell me the trope, approximate word count, and other relevant information for me to tag the fic when I reblog it. I would greatly prefer if the fic was under a read more.
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this fic author is problematic/has done something bad. how do I let you know?
send me an ask off anon and for the love of god be unbiased when you tell me what that person has done because I will check and I have little patience for people trotting out accusations of pedophilia because someone wrote an Atsushi/Dazai fic like it’s just not gonna fly with me.
it’s problematic of you to run a blog about top/bottom fics
don’t you have real problems to worry about?
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they say you gotta fake it by intimatopia | 5k
The first time it happened was the third time they’d had sex, and Chuuya pulled away as soon as he noticed it. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Dazai gave him a confused look. Chuuya felt a wave of relief at making the right decision—Dazai just hadn’t been enjoying it. He maybe hadn’t even known that he hadn’t been enjoying it. The relief grew into pity.
“I’m okay,” Dazai said, predictably.
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“You’re so pretty,” Chuuya said warmly. It was nice to have Dazai under him like this, pinned with nowhere to go. And perhaps Dazai could throw him off if he tried, but he’d allowed Chuuya to pin him down, and that meant he wanted to be here. Blinking up at Chuuya. “My pretty boy.”
Dazai flushed, eyes flicking around the room like he was looking for a way out. “Not a boy,” he mumbled.
“Huh?” Chuuya wasn’t sure he’d heard that right.
Dazai cleared his throat. “I’m not,” he said. His voice had gotten even smaller. “M’not a boy.”
Chuuya considered this. “That isn’t going to work on me,” he said finally. “I’ve seen your dick—” The anguish that passed over Dazai’s face was so deep and sudden that the words died in Chuuya’s throat. “Oh, you really mean this,” he realised.
Dazai laughed hysterically. “Nope, it was a joke, and it really got you, didn’t it?” But his eyes gave the lie away.
Chuuya had been kneeling right over Dazai; he settled back now, sitting on Dazai’s thighs like that could keep Dazai in place (like anything could). “Talk to me,” he insisted. Even though he would’ve understood if Dazai didn’t want to. He’d come to Chuuya with something he’d clearly never told anyone before, and Chuuya had laughed in his face. He felt a little sick about it now. “I’m sorry I laughed at you,” he said helplessly. “Please talk to me.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Dazai said sharply. “I’m not a boy, that’s all.”
“What are you, then?” Chuuya ignored the glare that followed this. “People have a gender,” he said reasonably. “You have to have something, right?”
“No.” Dazai licked his lips, as though he were debating whether or not to continue. “I’m not a person. I don’t have a gender.”
“No gender?”
“None,” Dazai confirmed.
“But you are a person,” Chuuya protested. Dazai stared at the ceiling.
“The jury’s still out, but most people don’t think so.”
“They’re wrong,” Chuuya said furiously.
“I don’t feel like a person,” Dazai said softly. He still wasn’t looking at Chuuya. “I just feel empty. Chuuya opened his mouth to argue this, but no words came. Dazai went on. “Everyone said I’m a boy, so I went with it. But I’m not a boy. I’m not even human—”
“Animals have a gender,” Chuuya interrupted.
“You have to be alive to be an animal,” Dazai said patiently. “I’m not alive.”
It was Chuuya’s turn to laugh hysterically. “Then why do you keep trying to kill yourself?”
“To make the outside match the inside,” Dazai said simply. And Chuuya, Chuuya couldn’t keep his hands to himself, couldn’t have not reached for Dazai’s face, even to just cradle it with the tips of his fingers.
“You poor thing,” he groaned, swiping his thumb at the delicate skin under Dazai’s eyes. His eyelids fluttered. “You poor, mad, miserable little thing, Dazai.”
“Say that again,” Dazai whispered.
“Which part?” Chuuya stroked Dazai’s hair back.
“The part where you called me a thing.” Dazai’s voice cracked. “That—that was true. That’s what I am, not—”
“Oh, Dazai,” Chuuya said tenderly.
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