Molly's Fics Cause she Refuses to Read Them on Ao3

Cry Your Pretty Tears For Me

Tw/Tags: Dacryphilia, Established Relationship, Makeup, Teasing
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"Ow! What the fuck! You just stabbed my fucking eye!"

Chuuya whined, flinching away from Dazai's hand and covering his eye.

"It's not my fault that you keep moving everywhere! Stay still!" Dazai waved the mascara wand through the air, almost poking himself in the eye in the process. He put it back in the tube, waiting for Chuuya to wipe the smudged mascara off his lower lid so they could continue.

"You try staying still while you have something shoved up your ass!" Chuuya swatted the brunet's wandering hand away that had been trailing lower and lower down his side this whole time.

"I don't need to 'cause that's your job."

Chuuya did not find Dazai's joke to be funny.

"Do you want me to actually do this with you or not? You're giving me a lot of reasons to just leave you here alone," Chuuya folded his arms over his chest and did his best to suppress the smirk that threatened to take over when Dazai immediately started whining about the threat of Chuuya leaving.

"I know you would never leave, Chuuya," Dazai leaned closer into Chuuya's ear, his breath fanning over the redhead's neck, "Not when you know you're going to get fucked by me."

The redhead snorted though it sounded more like a scoff, "Are you calling me a slut, bitch?"

"Your words not mine," Dazai raised his hands up in defense, looking at Chuuya with a stupid grin.

Chuuya rolled his eyes and turned his head away, looking at his bedside table that Dazai had previously gone through. He had rummaged through his drawer like a stray dog looking for food. When Chuuya asked him what he was looking for, he just mumbled an answer that Chuuya couldn't make out.

"Although..."

Chuuya raised an eyebrow at Dazai, daring him to continue with what he was going to say.

"If you're into that sort of thing, that's fine. Who am I to complain?"

"You always complain."

"Not the point here, my dear Chuuya," The brunet frowned at him, using his free hand to turn Chuuya's head back.

"Now, are you ready to try again?" Dazai asked, holding up the mascara wand. He looked like a doctor with a syringe in their hand, ready to give you a shot. Though, this seemed a lot worse than a shot.

Chuuya reluctantly nodded his head but right when he did, it was being tilted back so he could look up into Dazai's eyes. There was a clear focus in his brown eyes as he brought the wand up to Chuuya's eyelashes, ever so slightly brushing the black substance against them until it stained the normally light eyelashes to something darker.

He didn't even know why he agreed to this in the first place. He had been positive that Dazai would make him go blind by applying the makeup so carelessly. It was always Dazai who got him to agree to these random ideas that he had.

"I want to put makeup on you and then fuck you until you cry it off."

Now, Chuuya was used to Dazai being straightforward or blunt sometimes with this sort of thing. He liked to state what he wanted, throwing it all out on the table for the other person to either agree or disagree. But when Dazai proposed this right in the morning when they woke up, Chuuya hadn't had enough time to prepare himself.

It had started out all nice, Chuuya waking up to Dazai messing with his hair, tying it in little braids. Dazai had said good morning before giving Chuuya a kiss full of sweetness and softness. Then, he had proposed his idea that Chuuya assumed he'd been thinking about for quite some time now.