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  1. Rec 7

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    Dazai lets out a shuddering breath as he feels the cold winter's night press feverishly against his warm skin. He pulls his jacket closer to his body, huffing as he tries to warm himself up.

    Dazai clicks his tongue as he peers through the window, his eyes flickering down to his watch.

    9 pm. Chuuya shouldn’t be asleep yet.

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    05 Feb 2026

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    “Stop,” Chuuya gripes, “god, you’re so fucking annoying, can’t you just listen to me and be still for five goddamn seconds?”

    “Ew,” Dazai says, like Chuuya has asked him to do something reprehensible like believe in love or that he is worthy of forgiveness or the concept of tenderness without bite.

    “Just—” Chuuya hisses as Dazai wriggles purposefully, the look on his face he gets when he knows he’s annoyed Chuuya nearly to breaking and wants to see him break, “fucking be good for me for five seconds. Be good.” Chuuya grips Dazai’s jaw hard as speaks, hard enough to bruise. He uses the voice he uses when he’s working, when people need to listen and they need to do it now.

    He’s surprised when Dazai goes still underneath him.

    Chuuya looks down at Dazai who is blinking up at him slowly, seemingly dazed. His fingers twitch where he had been idly playing with the hem of Chuuya’s shirt. Chuuya tilts his head and waits for Dazai to say something and Dazai says nothing at all.

    Chuuya is fascinated.

    “Dazai?” He whispers.

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    24 Jan 2026

  3. Rec 67

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    It was stupid. This was stupid. Dazai wasn’t even trying to make it look normal anymore—wasn’t bothering to pretend he was just lying there. His hips were moving in slow, helpless little thrusts, the kind that didn’t require any conscious decision-making at all. Just the friction. Just the pressure. Just the fact that Chuuya smelled like cedar shampoo and said things like “fucking amateur” with his teeth clenched and legs spread like that.

    or: chuuya is playing video games. dazai is grinding in the other sense. one kiss and he’s coming in his boxers. chuuya doesn’t know if he’s disgusted or hard. it’s probably both.

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    18 Jan 2026

  4. Rec 94

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    “There it is,” Chuuya said softly. “You feel that?”

    Dazai’s ears flattened completely now, tail twitching in short, betrayed jerks. “Chuuya is doing this on purpose.”

    “Yes.”

    That honesty knocked something loose. Dazai twisted, turning his head just enough to glare back at him—eyes blown wide. “Chuuya likes this.”

    Chuuya leaned closer, voice dropping. “I like you like this.”

    Dazai pushed up onto his hands, climbing into Chuuya’s lap without asking, knees bracketing his hips. He was breathing harder, heat beyond obvious now—flushed, glossy, needy in a way he’d stopped trying to hide.

    “This is unfair,” Dazai said hoarsely, grinding down without even pretending it was an accident. “Chuuya knew I was close.”

    Heat makes Dazai soft, pliant, and soaked. He claws at the sheets and purrs for it while Chuuya fills him up, nice and deep, just how a good kitty deserves.

    or: dazai wants to be fucked full and praised like a pretty pet. chuuya’s more than happy to indulge.

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    09 Jan 2026

  5. Rec 17

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    Chuuya’s thoughts drifted between nothing and what he reluctantly knew as ‘everything’. ‘Everything’ in the form of remnant shadows taking the shape of someone he hated more than anyone else in this world. Flashes of history. Flashes of Dazai. Muscle memory at this point, he dialed a number that hadn’t answered in 438 days. Not that he was keeping track. A year now. A little more than it, actually. A year since he disappeared.

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    19 yo Chuuya having just a horrible horrible time ft. compulsive rebounding and sad, drunk, horny voicemails

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    07 Jan 2026