#bungo stray dogs fic

[nomazee]

Silly little thing I thought of

Like like imagine dazai and the reader have been friends for years like the reader knew him since his 15 goofer era... and they got used to eachother sm they usually sleep in eachothers beds n stuff :3

LIKE SOMETHING IS GOING ON BUT THEY STILL HAVE THE FRIENDSHIP LABEL.. 🐺🤞

this concept stuck itself in my head like a tapeworm and it has not escaped me for days IM ACTUALLY OBSESSED i wrote SO MUCH for this omfg i had so much fun writing this thank u for this wonderful idea pairing: dazai x gn reader word count: 2.5k content: fluff, vignette-style writing, friends-to-lovers unspoken label type of thing, soft dazai, domestic fluff without the marriage bit, banter, idiots in love im taking requests!

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Dazai’s toes are still as frigid at night as they were seven years ago. You, of all people, would be the best person to measure this—not in a weird way, but you two have shared a bed at least once a week since your teenage years. You know all of Dazai’s annoying sleeping habits, including his ones of sleeping without socks and digging his feet into your shins for warmth. 

Annoying fucker. You sigh, batting his arm away from its loose hold around your waist. “Get your toes off of me,” you croak out, half-conscious and mind still addled with the remains of your once-deep sleep.

“What toes,” Dazai mutters back, smacking your intervening hand away and returning his arm to its rightful place around you. “I don’t have toes. I got rid of them after puberty, ‘member?” 

“I’m gonna kill you.” You won’t, not really, and the threats have lost their edge after all these years, but it’s fun to throw at him when he annoys you like this. “I know all your weaknesses, Osamu. One wrong move and you’ll be missing more than just your toes.” 

“I’m cold, dear. Would you really let me freeze like this? So mean.” 

You try not to choke up at the nickname. He’s been a fan of those recently, at least in the last year. You think it has something to do with your new places at the Agency. New workplace, new life, and new nicknames, apparently. If you overthink it you might puke on him and fall back asleep. 

“Not cruel. We have money now, you know. Go buy yourself socks. Wool, or something. Stupid ass cold ass toes.”

He goes quiet. Even in all these years of knowing him, half-living with him, you can’t tell if it’s a normal lull in the conversation or a calculated pause. It doesn’t unnerve you as much as it used to, but there’s still a cold chill at the nape of your neck that springs up at times like these. 

“Why would I do that when I have you?” 

Dazai has also been a fan of this recently—strange uncharacteristic moments of tenderness. He peels himself back for you and bares himself raw. The implications make you nauseous. Swathed in the darkness of the night, he can’t see your fingers twitch from where they lay next to your head, away from his sight; or the conflicted expression that crosses your face. 

Easing your breath out into a steady, deep rhythm, you pretend to be asleep. It’s not like he can’t tell, but the message is there. Let’s not talk about this until the morning. Let’s just sleep for the night. Let’s keep what we have and not change it for the worse. 

==

At age eighteen, shaken with the death of his friend and haunted by blood stains on his fingers, Dazai defects from the mafia. 

He doesn’t take you with him—at least, he doesn’t mean to. He expects to leave quietly, or as quietly as blowing up Chuuya’s car can be. He doesn’t expect you to drag yourself along kicking and screaming. 

Dazai doesn’t remember much about specifics, but he knows that one day he was alone in his underground apartment and the next day you were there. The kitchen smelled like melted marshmallows and rice krispies and his dingy counter was covered in sprinkles. 

“Hi, Dazai,” you’d greeted conversationally. “I’m making your favorite.” 

He doesn’t even like rice krispie treats. Hates them, actually. 

In truth, your presence is less the result of you “kicking and screaming” and more like an after-effect of your own quiet stubbornness. Your kicking-and-screaming was done in the passive aggressive way that you cleaned his dishes and made his bed and left big trays of rice krispie treats in his fridge for the next week. 

Neither of you talked about Chuuya. It was better for you that way. 

On the first night, Dazai remembers you holding him from behind, forehead pressed into the stretch of skin between his neck and shoulder. He’s sensitive there despite being wrapped in his stupid scratchy bandaids. His memories for the rest of the night are overrun by a feeling of want, an itch to feel your fingers on his bare skin, a craving for your hand on his stomach to slide beneath the hem of his shirt and press into the tender skin of his abdomen and keep him warm.  

===

“Leave me alone,” you grumble from behind the sleeve of your jacket. “I’m napping.” 

“It’s not napping if you’re still awake.” 

“I wouldn’t be awake if it wasn’t for your annoying ass.” Rotating your body to face the ceiling from your place on the Agency’s couch, you sigh when your view is blocked by Dazai’s ugly stupid face. He’s smiling in that conniving way that he does when he’s about to do something super annoying. Another sigh escapes you when he leans down close enough for the overgrown ends of his hair to brush against your nose. The puff of air from your verbal discontent makes the strands sway slightly. You try not to think about how mesmerizing he looks when he’s this close, with the light from the window casting a golden sheen on the crown of his head. 

Since when did you get this sappy? Must be Dazai rubbing off on you, obviously. 

“So tired already! It’s barely noon.” 

“You came into work an hour ago. I’ve been here since eight. Try being responsible for a change, might exhaust you just as much.” 

“Hmm.” He tilts his head, big stupid shiny brown eyes blinking down at you like he’s observing a specimen. “I think I’m more than responsible enough.” 

“Sure,” you relent, turning back around to shove your face into the corner of the couch and block out the incoming light. It’s the truth—you’re exhausted. A persistent weariness permeates your bones from how much you’ve been working these last few weeks. It’s not like it’s anyone’s fault in particular, not even Dazai’s despite how much he slacks on paperwork. But looming threats from enemy organizations hang over everyone’s heads and there’s no shortage of uncertainty in the Agency. It’s been mission after mission for you, and you’re taking every break you can get. 

Rustling sounds from above you, but you pay it no mind, busying yourself with nestling all of your body into the crevices of the couch and hopefully turning into a piece of furniture yourself. It might be a more peaceful life, really. The calm is short-lived when you feel fingers tap along your cheek—not in a rousing gesture, but something along the lines of placating. 

Dazai squeezes a hand beneath your head and cups the side of your face pressed against the couch, tilting it closer to him before you feel a warm press of lips against your cheek. He lingers. He always does. You can feel the gentle inhales and exhales breeze against your face before he breaks his kiss away. Your cheek is warm for more reasons than one. 

“Take care of yourself,” and oh, god, you’ll never get used to this, never get used to how tender and soft he’s become with you, never get used to how this Agency has fostered something like kindness in both of you. Your stomach stirs with something unnamed and if you were braver, you’d blink your eyes open and reach up and grab the sides of his face and pull him down to you. 

But you’re not brave, and there’s people still behind you in the office, and you wonder what led Dazai to be soft enough to kiss your face like that in front of everyone. You’re sure they’re watching you both. The Agency is full of gossips, whether they admit it or not. 

===

“Dazai,” Ango Sakaguchi grits out from behind the crackling reception of a burner phone. “They were not a part of the plan.” 

“You think I don’t know that, Ango?” Dazai replies, tone more playful than aggressive. “I know they’re not a part of the plan. They knew they weren’t part of the plan, too. But it’s too late to do anything about it. It’s just a minor change.” 

“A minor change?” Ango’s voice is strained with stress, no doubt pulling out strands of his hair as they speak. “I have to deal with not one, but now two members of the mafia defecting. Do you know how much work this was to begin with?” 

The thing is—of course Dazai knows. He knows everything. The minute he found you in his kitchen, his stomach dropped with the uncertainty of the future. Going underground with another person was nothing short of a burden, at least on paper. But, he couldn't find it in himself to think of you like that. Like a burden. 

“We’ll figure it out, Ango. If you don’t, then we will.” 

A gritty sigh sounds from the other side of the phone call. “I’m putting a lot of faith in you, Dazai. Don’t screw this up.” 

===

“Made you lunch. Since, obviously, you’re not gonna do that for yourself any time soon.” 

A closed plastic container is thrown on the counter in front of Dazai. He looks at it, then up at you, eyebrow raised as if he doesn’t have a clue what this could be about. He’s not that stupid, though. You of all people would know that. 

“How nice of you! Too bad I’m not hungry.” His lip juts out in a poor imitation of a pout, and he looks ugly with it. So ugly. Ugly enough to make you feel the need to kiss him all over and then slap him. An incredulous huff escapes you. 

“I don’t care if you’re hungry. Eat. It has crab in it, see, your favorite.” 

“I thought my favorite was rice krispies?” 

You freeze. It hadn’t occurred to you that he might remember that, after all this time. You don’t dwell, because that’s the worst thing to do with Osamu Dazai—dwell. 

“Don’t act stupid. Just eat it. Even if it’s not the whole thing, at least some of it. It would do you some good.” Getting serious with Dazai is one of the most awkward, unbearable things you could ever do. He has a way of making you feel stupid for worrying about him, with all his roundabout jokes and skills of evasion built up over years. You’ve found that being straightforward is the best way to avoid all those blank moments of silence. 

His fingers curl around the plastic lid and pop it open. The container is still warm, having cooked all its contents just half an hour before showing up at Dazai’s apartment with conviction in your eyes. “Sure,” he says. “I’ll have some.” 

You bring out a duplicate container with a serving for you, and treat yourself to a juice box from his fridge. You try not to launch into a lecture at the sight of his barren pantry—that’s best done by Kunikida. The both of you eat in silence, sitting across from each other at Dazai’s dusty kitchen island. 

He only gets through a few bites before pushing the container away and complaining about how full he is. You know it’s not the truth, but it’s the mixed-up signals that his body sends him. It’s not that he’s full, but his persistent lack of appetite has caused a lot of troubles for him in the past and you don’t doubt that it’ll keep causing troubles in the future, too. 

“Let’s get you to bed, then,” you tell him, dragging him up from his chair despite his whining protests. “I won’t make you shower, but you should probably do that tomorrow, ‘cause your hair’s about to get all greasy and disgusting.”

“So crude.” 

“I do my best.” 

You let him change on his own, but not before picking out a nice soft set of matching pajamas from deep inside his closet. You grumble a little in annoyance. The set was a birthday gift you got for him a year ago and that asshole pushed it to the back of his wardrobe and never touched it again. What a brat. You throw a pair of fuzzy socks at him to boot. 

Once he’s changed into proper sleep clothes, you can tell that the exhaustion is starting to hit him. He sways a little on his feet and his blinks last for a little too long, as if he’s chasing sleep every time his eyes shut. With another begrudging sigh, you set him down on the floor of the bathroom and dollop his toothbrush with fruity kid’s toothpaste—because of course that’s the only toothpaste he owns—and brush his teeth for him. 

Dazai dozes off in the middle of it, and you can’t bring yourself to wake him up in the most annoying way possible. You try really, really hard to not think about how soft you’ve gotten. You’re an ex-mafia member, past coated with dark stains and entrails and death, all of those dark things. Your blood is just as black as Dazai’s, if not more. And yet, being a part of this stupid Detective Agency with this stupid man has melted you down into something parallel to good.

Don’t dwell. It’ll do you no good. 

You use a gentle grip with the toothbrush, ensuring that his delicate gums don’t tear with the force of the bristles. A warm feeling stirs in your chest. It feels like you’ve proven something, like you’ve proven to the world that your coal-stained hands can be gentle, too. You can kill and you can nurture. You tap Dazai awake with a little more care, now. 

“Rinse your mouth,” you tell him in a whisper. “Then you can sleep.” And after a pause, you add, “I promise,” because now you’re in the business of making promises to people. 

Dazai rinses his mouth, and you wipe off the remaining droplets of water from his face with a paper towel that you leave on the counter for your future self to throw out. You lace your fingers with his as you walk to his bed. Not that he needs any guiding. Of course he doesn’t. It’s just a little extra insurance, you think. 

“Stay with me,” he mumbles out the minute you lay him down on the bed. It’s a sentence, and not a question, because he’d rather die than ask you something so vulnerable. He’s doing it again—peeling himself back and baring himself raw for you. Your head swims and your vision blurs with either a migraine or with tears, you can’t tell. But your lips quirk up into a stupid smile and he sees it despite his half-lidded eyes, and he smiles back like the stupid dope that he is. 

“Yeah, of course. I’m right here, Osamu. Go to sleep.” 

And he does. Of course, not before he feels you cup the opposite side of his face and plant a warm, lingering kiss on the swell of his cheek just as he did for you weeks before. The faint laugh that he lets out before he falls asleep is enough to tell you that he’ll be making fun of you for it in the morning. For now, though, he’s soft and pliant and warm between your hands, and you sleep.

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[hopelessdazai]

could u do dazai with a fem reader who is insecure? do feel free to ignore if u dont wanna do it or if ur not taking requests <3

╰⧼ 🪻 note.. ⧽ ; of course anon! sorry for my absence on this account, I'm trying to get back into posting. [ Art credit ; MarsielleZwei on twitter ]

╰⧼ 🌙 contents.. ⧽ ; dazai x f!reader, petnames and nicknames, nsfw towards the end, mentions of making out, insecurities of body, thighs and facial are the only ones mentioned, though more implied.

dazai would never understand why you'd even be remotely insecure. he notices the way you look at yourself in the mirror, the days you briskly walk past and those nights you stop and stare. he can notice the way your eyes pick yourself apart.

hes so utterly in love with you, gazing upon you like the birth of venus and hoping the lovesick gaze will change your mind. anytime you complain, any simple "but you're so handsome, why would you want me?" has his arms wrapped around your waist and kisses scattered to your jaw.

speaking of kisses. dazai has a full time job of kissing any place you comment about. you don't like your thighs? that's too bad .. he'll be between them for the next few hours. you're unsure about your face shape? maybe a few hickeys can help ..

he'll constantly show you off, loud bragging that you're his and begging for you to put on the bodycon dress he used kunikidas money to buy. dazai is absolutely smitten with you, he wants you to adore your body and looks too.

he likes to kiss you to shut you up. if you begin to complain to him, dazai doesn't mind slipping his tongue into your mouth and dance with yours until you're so breathless you can't say another word about it.

another thing he sure as hell doesn't mind is fucking it out of you. dazai is constantly horny and ready for you, so it's an extra advantage of love when he can pound into you until only his name is in your mind.

he'll wrap his arms around your waist and whisper into your ear for hours, everything he loves about you will be known so strongly. be prepared for the wait though, because that's just everything..

``my bella .. how can you be so cruel to yourself ..? you're breaking my heart .. here, I'll show you how to change your mind..``

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[bsdawgz]

「 ✦ Selfish ✦ 」 Bungo Stray Dogs, Port Mafia: Dazai Osamu

a/n: hiiii h i hii! my first fic in god FOUR years??? i have never written for BSD before... but i'm excited to be a part of this community and get back into the ff writing scene and get to know everyone! i hope you will accept me as a part of ur community & that i can learn from everyone *__* onto the fic!

this takes place (s2 spoiler!) after oda's death while dazai is in port before he quits to join the detective agency. reader is female.

genre: angst and da nasty, f!reader

content: dazai is a meanie to you :((( meaningless sex, no aftercare, toxic and unrequited feelings, it's giving emotionally unavailable guy from tinder that you can't help but run to oops?

**minors DNI** cunnilingus & later he's a bit rough with you during sex

why is he so selfish? is it not so selfish to act this way? a girl like you in the port mafia head’s bedroom. shouldn’t you be with some do-gooder? you know dazai isn’t going to be your boyfriend, right? no matter how right you treat him?

he’s not going to say the words, ‘i love you,’ and the warmth you feel in his arms is lost in his eyes. leaning against his desk, dazai absent-mindedly uncloaks his jacket, staring out the apartment window that looks over yokohama. there’s a certain solemnity in his gaze, something that you can never read. these days, dazai feels more and more distant – even more than before.

you approach him from the doorway. gingerly, your fingertips graze his hand, which is idling on some papers on his desk. you touch him, and he doesn’t move, not even an inch, his hand limp and cold against yours. no, don’t touch me, he feels an urge to say. the thought even surprises him, though he understands the impulse. now that odasaku’s gone and died, this body of his suddenly feels dirty. he remembers oda’s words.

don’t touch me, dazai thinks to himself. he aches at your touch. but he relents. sighs into your touch, even.

“dazai, what’s wrong?”

his lips turn down slightly in a frown at your inquiry, eyes clouded over in thought. it’s only a moment. barely noticeable, though your keen eye observes it. then he chirps up, “well well, shall we get to it?” he brushes you aside completely. there it is again, that facade of his that comes so naturally it’s got everyone fooled… almost everyone, anyway. he turns around with that smile on his face. that fake smile of his that’s always bothered you. that smile haunts you.

dazai’s fingers find your waist, his hand settling on the small of your back. now, it’s you who wants to push him away.

he never answers your questions – he just leaves you in the shadow like the others.

“you said you have a treat for me, yes? you know i don’t like to wait for these kind of things~” he hums, looking at you devilishly. “now, how about we get right to it?”

this is always how it goes.

now his breath is hot on your neck, his voice a whisper in your ear. his grip on your hips tighten.

“dazai–” you gasp, suddenly becoming weak for him as he corners you into the desk. why is he so selfish? he thinks to himself again. he knows he’s being selfish. but he can’t help it. your body is warm, and his is so very cold. he wants to steal your warmth and keep it all to himself.

“ah-ha, don’t act so surprised now,” he teases, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth. “this is what you want, right?” he pulls back again to make sure, a grin on his face. “or am i mistaken?” he’s not wrong – your little rendezvous at his apartment always start and end like this. you can never resist him. you feel your defenses lower. you want his defenses to lower for you, too.

but you know he’s not going to say the words, ‘i love you,’ and the warmth you feel in his arms is lost in those cold, unfeeling eyes.

why are you like this? you’re wondering to yourself. you know you’re being naïve again. why are you just like the others? you can’t stop comparing yourself to them, the countless imaginary women in your head. the thought of them makes you feel so helpless, so angry. when you relent to his touch like this, when you let him hold you like this, it feels so wrong. how many women has daza touched? how many girls has he brought here? did they all feel this way? do their hearts pound like yours? ache like yours?

“dazai…” your voice is weak. your voice is a whisper.

your voice is full of want.

your voice is full of need.

“i like it when you say my name,” he murmurs softly against your earlobe, his voice sending a shiver down your spine, a flippant grin forming on his lips as he brushes your hair to the side. you know just what comes next… and you’re not going to fight it, either.

his fingers travel up your body, then he grasps your neck in his hands. he teases the tender skin with his tongue, languidly licking along the side before finally taking you into his mouth and sucking gently. rougher, but never rough enough to leave a mark. he knows better than to mark you. you’re not his, and he’s not yours.

your head is spinning. your hand immediately goes for his pants, but he pushes you aside. “not yet –” slender fingers grab a hold of your waist and hoist you up to the table. “– face fuck me first.” he says it so casually and deadpan, it catches you off guard and makes your cheeks flush red. then he kneels before you and suddenly smirks up, some playful glint in his eye as he chuckles to himself, leaving you at a complete loss for words. dazai’s always like this, completely unreadable and unpredictable.

large hands travel up your skirt, smoothing the skin of your thighs. his gaze is full of wanton heat, full of lust, as his wandering fingers toy with the garter of your panties before slowly pulling your underwear down your legs. you shiver quietly and look away. “ah, embarrassed, are you?” he quirks his eyebrow, looking up at you deviously. no matter how much you’ve done this, you can’t help but feel flustered every single time. as you avert your gaze once again, he protests with a loud, exaggerated sigh. “uh-uh, eyes on me or i won’t do it at all. you want to watch, don’t you~?”

pulling you closer to him, he presses you to his eager lips. his tongue is warm and wet, and it knows you all too well from nights spent wrapped in his bandaged arms. you gasp at the sudden heat that envelops you, finding your hands suddenly tangled in his soft brown hair. he moans quietly against you, letting you know he enjoys your pleasure just as much, his fingers digging deep into the fat of your thighs. you try not to look but end up peeking at him only to meet his gaze, staring up at you shamelessly as he eats you, his saliva and your arousal smeared across his lips. soon enough, you feel his fingers penetrating you, one finger at first then two and three; he’s preparing you for him. you want him – “please… dazai… dazai…” his name is all you know, a quiet prayer on your lips. this man will be the end of you.

without saying a word, he suddenly grabs you again and tosses you on the bed with a reckless thud. you hear him shuffle through the desk for a condom, then he flips you onto your knees and pushes you into the mattress nonchalantly, like you’re no one at all. he doesn’t bother to take off the rest of your clothes or even his; he just unzips and lifts your skirt again, hands roughly grabbing a hold of your ass, then you feel the tip pressing flush against your entrance. “i’m gonna put it in now,” he says callously, not an ounce of feeling in his voice.

you’re so wet that it takes no time for you to stretch for him. he chuckles from behind you, an empty laugh. “i guess you enjoyed?” he teases, “you’re basically begging for it at this point.

reaching out to stroke your hair, dazai’s touch is gentle and almost loving as he lets the tendrils slip delicately through his fingertips. there it is again, you think to yourself as you feel a pang in your heart. that wretched touch that’s so achingly sweet it confuses you. there’s always that sudden switch up with, fleeting moments where he’s a different person. but it’s only an instance. he presses himself inside of you with a shaky breath, pushing you into the mattress roughly, and you find yourself in reality again. you don’t face each other. instead, you bury your face into the bed as he pulls you against him again and again and again until you forget all about that moment.

it’s better than way, you think to yourself. sometimes looking into his eyes is too confusing.

…

after all’s done, there’s nothing but silence between the two of you. dazai’s at his desk organizing some papers, and you’re sitting on the bed trying to collect yourself as the feeling of shame overtakes you. another night spent in this mysterious man’s bed, knowing you’re in love with someone who you can’t possibly ever have. as usual, you’re the first to break the silence. no point in asking him any more questions, or trying to make conversation. you’ve learned your place. “i should probably go,” you say.

dazai looks up at you for a second, almost disappointed, as though he were expecting you to ask him for more. it’s a rare instance of hesitation that surprises even him. “you can stay if you want,” he says flawlessly, acting it was a normal thing for him to ask you to stay in the middle of the day, for no reason at all. it catches you off guard, but the way that it comes out so naturally has you convincing yourself that the pause meant nothing. after all, what would dazai want with you? dazai is the head of port mafia. you are no one to him.

“didn’t you say there was something you wanted to give me?” he asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

oh, that explains it all.

“oh, that — i, uh... i totally forgot,” you lie through your teeth. he looks almost disappointed, this time visibly frowning. but he perks up in no time.

“ah-ha, you’re so scatterbrained,” he says cheerfully, ruffling your hair. his words are followed by the emptiest laugh.

“next time?”

but dazai’s not there anymore. “right,” he says plainly, but he knows there is no next time. right, he’s being selfish, he thinks to himself. there’s no point in this at all.

you smile as best as you can, then the two of you wave farewell. as you walk down the steps of his apartment, you crumple an envelope in your hands, the reason you came in the first place, to deliver a letter you’d written weeks ago.

dazai:

i can’t see you anymore. it hurts to.

i can’t understand you at all.

i couldn’t tell you face to face because i knew i would cry.

i’m sorry i’m selfish.

you brought your hand to your mouth, suppressing the sob that was about to escape you. in your heart, somehow, you knew you couldn’t stop seeing him. his touch, his hands, his warmth, his scent. the way that he kissed you; the way that he fucked you. that lost look in his eyes. no, you could never leave him - for it’s become all too routine to you now.

what does he dream about? what does he smile about? what does he cry about? why do these things matter so much to you?

with these thoughts in your mind, you let your arms fall limply to your side and tossed the envelope into the garbage as you walked mindlessly from his apartment, the bitter taste of dazai’s tongue still on your lips.

© BSDAWGZ 2024. Do not steal or repost ANY of my works! That’s plagiarism, and it’s mean. :(( Beautiful dividers by @v6que~!

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[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

The Flame and The Flood

In a time where water, trash, and empty land is all that remains of humanity, Dazai Osamu thinks he's the last person alive. Sometimes he wants to change that -- do something he won't regret. Something, that for once in his god-awful life, would make a change for the better. But a memory lingers at the edge of his mind, of a fiery teen who pulled him out of the water one day, shouting that he shouldn't just die like that. It's been a long time since he saw him, since the storm that tore them apart, and he's had to live through aching loneliness he hadn't truly known before. Chuuya Nakahara is dead, he thinks. He assumes. He dreads. So why can't he die too? - on dazai, chuuya, and the sea

three chapters (1/3 out atm), skk centric, raft au, written for the @skkbigbang-2023!

aka: dazai finds reasons to live, loses one, and keeps going.

and tysm to my artist for this incredible piece for the ending scene of chapter one!!

#this Will have a happy ending i promise #first chapter is just Rough #skk #soukoku #dazai x chuuya #dachuu #my fics #my bsd fics #fic #bsd fics #bungo stray dogs fic #soukoku big bang #dazai #chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #dazai bsd #chuuya bsd #pidge's fic posts #bsd fanfic #bsd #i am SO happy to finally fucking post this #i hope y'all like it :)

[crazy-together-reddie]

yoo pleasee drop some of your fav bsd fics!!

i was looking for recs on tiktok but 70% of the vids were just talking about the donut fic</3

alsoo here are some of my favs!!

Only Angels Have Wings by FallFromtheStars (Fyodor/Nikolai/Sigma)

waiting room bysrylee (Atsushi/Akutagawa)

I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio by ElectricSplatter (Chuuya/Dazai)

Jaded and Worn by Miammey (Tecchou centric with some Jouno/Tecchou)

Unconventional by CureIcy (Ranpo/Poe)

Empire of Dirt by arkastadt (Chuuya/Dazai)

Forbidden and covered in blood by GoodbyeAliens (Nikolai/Fyodor)

still still still by icedlightroast (Chuuya/Dazai)

Bottom of The Deep Blue Sea by arkastadt (Chuuya/Dazai)

Dancing White Braid by zj3bson (Nikolai/Fyodor)

#bungo stray dogs fic #bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #fyolai #soukoku #ranpoe #suegiku #fyosiglai #shin soukoku #bsd #bsd fic

[oh-ranpo]

☾ - pairing: dazai osamu x fem!reader x nakahara chuuya  ☾ - word count: 1.3k+ ☾ - warning: ⚠️ 18+ content, minors dni ⚠️  includes: phone sex, oral (fem!receiving), minor cursing, mentions of poly relationship and threesomes. ☾ - summary: It was all Dazai’s idea to call Chuuya while he was away, and you couldn’t imagine a more wonderful idea. 

“Oh my God.”

You knew this wasn’t what he had expected when he had picked up your call, but you couldn’t help it. You missed him, and when Dazai had presented you with the idea, you couldn’t help yourself. Even if his motives had been entirely different from your own.

“Chuuyaaaa,” you whimpered, your eyes rolling slightly at the sound of his breathy moan on the other end of the line. You could practically see the flustered look on his face as he tried to pull himself together. If only he were here with you. If only you could touch him.

“God, this is frustrating,” he grumbled, though you could still hear the heat in his words. The second he had realized what was going on, his entire mood had changed, and you could hear it laced in every syllable he spoke. Your brow furrowed slightly, though the expression was short-lived as your body suddenly jerked and another low groan slipped past your lips as your fingers tugged on the head of brown hair between your legs. “Shitty Dazai getting to have all the fun.”

You had put Chuuya on speakerphone almost as soon as he had answered the phone, but the receiver was still close as it lay on the pillow next to your head. You had wanted to have both hands free while still having his voice right in your ear, and it gave both of your hands the freedom to push and tug on the top of Dazai’s head, just as his dark brown eyes lifted to meet yours. A smug grin turned up the corners of his lips as he pulled away from you briefly, earning a huff of annoyance from you.

“Aww, and here I was the one nice enough to think of you when we started this, slug. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t get to hear our pretty girl fall apart on my tongue. And I know how much you love the sounds she makes.” 

The arrogance in his voice might have been off-putting if it wasn’t for the swirl of emotions that bubbled in your stomach at the sound of Chuuya growling through the phone. You all knew that Dazai had hit a nerve, and excitement filled the room at how the red-head was going to react.

“Shut up, you dumb mackerel. Instead of spewing your bullshit, why don’t you put that mouth to good use?” It wasn’t a denial, and Dazai didn’t need to be told twice as his tongue slowly found it’s way back to your clit, your body arching and a whimper slipping past your lips in response.

“Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me what he’s doing to you,” Chuuya’s soft voice continued, the edge to his tone a sure sign of his arousal, but now he was focused solely on you.

When the three of you had entered into this particular arrangement, it was well understood that it was to benefit everyone. Even though they fought often, Chuuya and Dazai’s feelings for each other were just as prominent as their feelings for you. However, despite their similar feelings, they had, at some point, made it a competition on who could please you more thoroughly. It was a win-win for you, and the result was that you often found yourself in situations such as this. Both of them were sure to take any opportunity they could to show up the other when one wasn’t around. 

“His tongue, Chuuya… it’s… oh my God,” the words were stolen from your lips as one of Dazai’s slender fingers slipped inside of you just as his lips wrapped around the swollen bundle of nerves that he had been toying with for the last few minutes. Your eyes rolled back, and as he slipped in a second finger, you knew that you were losing focus. It was only the sound of Chuuya’s voice that brought you back down to reality.

“Does it feel good? Tell me, darling. I need to hear how good he’s making you feel,” he insisted, his voice becoming slightly more frantic and you knew that he was touching himself now. You could hear him shifting on the other end of the line, and the mental image alone almost sent you over the edge.

“Shit, I-I wish you were here,” you mumbled, just as Dazai’s fingers curled inside of you, causing a flash of white-hot pleasure to course through you. “He’s doing that thing with his fingers, that I-“ your breath caught when a third finger joined the first two, and a gasp escaped you as your eyes squeezed shut. “It feels so good, but I-I… I want you to-“

You couldn’t get the rest of the words out as the coil in your stomach started tightening faster, but judging by the now rapid breathing filling your ear, you knew that he understood what you were trying to say. While it was a competition between him and Dazai to make you feel good, you wanted them both to benefit. Even if one of them was hundreds of miles away.

“I do feel good, sweetheart. The sound of your voice- fuck. The way you sound as he works you…” Chuuya’s voice trailed off, but the fast breathing turned into a more primal growl that signaled he was close. Your fingers tightened in Dazai’s hair as you pulled him closer, your own orgasm now within sight.

The sounds falling from your lips as Dazai’s tongue and fingers worked you in ways that had you seeing stars was almost unholy, but you knew that Chuuya needed to hear them. Even when he was there with you, he always pressed for you to be more vocal. Anytime you tried to hold back, he was shaking his head and grabbing your chin so that you could meet those glowing, sapphire eyes that made you feel like you were drowning in all the best ways.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he huffed, a series of whimpers and moans gliding up your throat as your eyes squeezed shut and your entire body stiffened as rolling waves of pleasure coursed through your veins. Judging by the groans in your ear, you knew that the two of you had cum at the same time, and a smile tugged at your lips as your body slowly came down from the high that you had just reached. 

With a low hum from his lips, Dazai slowly pulled his fingers out of you, and a victorious smile grace his features as he scooted up the bed so that he was now laying on the opposite side of the pillow from your phone.

“You hear that, slug? That was all thanks to me.” 

After his arrogant statement directed towards your phone, Dazai leaned down to kiss you, your chest still heaving as the breath struggled to reach your lungs, though you found you could care less. Your hands immediately snaked to the back of his head, holding him to you as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Both boys knew how much you loved the intimate moments shared after sex, and the slow make-out that ensued as Chuuya cleaned himself up on the other end of the line was only proof of that.

“Just wait until I get home,” you heard a few moments later, and you pulled back just enough so that you and Dazai could turn to look at the phone as if you would see Chuuya suddenly lounging next to you. “The sounds you made tonight will be nothing compared to the ones I draw from you. That includes you too, shitty Dazai.”

You couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation, and the wide-eyed look that was momentarily displayed on the brunette’s face beside you indicated that he felt the same way. Chuuya was nothing if not a sore loser. 

And this was a game he intended to win. 

#osamu dazai #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd smut #bsd imagine #bsd fic #osamu dazai smut #osamu dazai imagine #osamu dazai fic #dazai osamu smut #dazai osamu fic #dazai osamu imagine #nakahara chuuya smut #nakahara chuuya imagine #nakahara chuuya fic #bungo stray dogs smut #bungo stray dogs fic #bungo stray dogs imagine

[theotherwi110w]

Super Glued: Dazai moves away at age 12 when he and Chuuya are bffs. Dazai tells Chuuya nothing about it- just disappears without a word. This causes Chuuya to hate Dazai. Dazai comes back four years later. Chuuya and him proceed to get into many arguments and fist fights. Slow burn- normal people au.

Soul-bound: Chuuya's friendgroup ditches him and his soulmate commits suicide in the same week. His soulmate ends up a ghost haunting him. Normal people au.

Dreams and deja vu: Soulmates share dreams. Dazai ends up alone in his dreams once Chuuya stops dreaming. Normal people au.

Operation get them back: Dazai and Chuuya are exes that hate eachother. They get back together via their separate friends scheming. Normal people au, slow burn.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #bsd fic #bungo stray dogs fic #skk #bsd skk #skk fic #soukoku fic #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #ao3 fanfic #soukoku

[owlbee-writing]

The first chapter of my Skk Big Bang fic Forget Me Not is finally up!!!

Chapter title: Indefinite paid leave

Chapter wc: 2,709

Description: “After suffering a mysterious head injury, Dazai is left with no memory of his past or any recognition of his coworkers.

The Armed Detective Agency is confronted with the decision to either tell him about his life, or to let him restart as a normal man with a normal life.

Though a normal life may not be in reach for Dazai, memories or not.

Strange dreams plague him every night, and the sight of a whisky glass filled him with an inexplicable sadness.

A few months into navigating his new life, he meets a strange man at a grocery store. Who, despite all the yelling, Dazai felt comforted by the presence of.

(OR: Dazai forgets his past, the ADA is hiding shit, and I cannot stress enough how badly Chuuya needs a hug)”

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #fanfiction #skk #bungo stray dogs fic #fanfic #soukoku #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd fic #fandom #writer #soukoku fanfic #soukoku fanfiction #soukoku big bang 2023 #skk big bang 2023

[stinkyme]

Hello! This is rather sudden idea I got to write Tecchou fic hehe, so I hope you enjoy, but mostly you @iovetecchou as I wrote this with you in mind :D💜💜💜💜💜💜

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, mirror sex, kind of rough Tecchou, spanking, hair pulling, slight choking, slight overstimulation (?), praise, creampie, Tecchou might be OOC, sorry if it's sloppy work girl is sleepy🙌🏻 and if I forgot anything, please let me know :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Just keep looking at me || Tecchou Suehiro x Reader

You had few rough days and what's a better way to wind out and relax than spending usual, calm evening cuddling with your boyfriend. You finally arrived home, took your shoes off and went in a kitchen to have glass of water. Tecchou came behind you and gently hugged you from behind. You would usually get jumpy, but with him it was different.

"Hello angel, I missed you." he whispered and pressed a soft kiss on your neck. You relaxed further into him, closing your eyes.

"I missed you too, love." you whispered back and his arms wrapped thightly around your waist and tummy.

"You smell nice, is this a new shampoo you bought?" he asked genuinely as he sniffed your hair.

"Mhm, but I could still use a bath, you know?" you said through a gentle laugh and you could feel him get hard.

"Bath you say?" he asked curiously as he started leaving slow, wet kisses down your neck, making you roll your eyes back. You giggled as he turned you around and picked you up with ease, carrying you to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" you asked him a bit surprised, but all you could feel is relief finally being with him. He entered the bathroom and put you down slowly, in front of a mirror and started kissing your neck more.

"I thought, maybe, before the bath you could use me for a bit." he whispered in soft voice, slowly moving his hands down and lifting up your shirt and your arms followed, allowing him take it off. He dropped it on the floor and moved your hair in order to leave gentle kisses down your back. In swift motion he unhooked your bra and you giggled, taking it off and dropping it on top of the shirt. His gentle, cold fingers were snaking around your waist, up to your recently exposed chest as he gently squeezed your breasts, his lips leaving shivers on your spine after every gentle kiss. He moved his hands down your tummy and undid your pants, pulling them down with your panties. You moved your legs to get them off and gently kicked them aside. Tecchou quickly took his shirt off and you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate, tender kiss as your soft, wet tongues worked together and your naked bodies rubbing into each other. Tecchou pulled his sweatpants down quickly and in another quick motion also kicked them aside, not breaking the kiss. He moved one of his hands down your waist, brushing it over your hip and moved it behind to grab your ass, meanwhile his other hand gently grabbed your neck as he pulled away from the kiss and moved his thumb on your jaw, gently turning it to the side. His tongue traced over your exposed neck, as he pulled you closer to him by your ass, making you feel how hard he was. He started sucking on a wet skin, making you whimper softly as your hands traced their way around his waist, one of them gently moving down on his hard cock and teasing it.

"Rather impatient, are we now?" he whispered in your ear.

"You tell me, Suehiro." you teased him, your grip on his cock getting harder. He moved away, gently moving your head forward, making you face him.

"Turn around and bend over." he ordered, earning a little laugh from you, as you kept teasing his cock.

"Rather impatient, are we now?" you giggled as he gently took your hand away from his member.

"You are the one who is making it harder." he whispered in your ear, making you giggle more because you liked the impact you had on him.

"So don't cry to me later how you can't take it and it's too big or too much." he said in his usual, deep voice and turned you around with no questions, pushing you gently over the sink by your neck. You got surprised by his reaction but he didn't really give you too much time to think as he kneeled behind you and gave few, quick licks to your pussy. He held your legs in place as he now started focusing on your clit. He slowly moved his hands up, resting them under your ass and gently spreading your thighs, making your pussy more exposed, meanwhile your hands and tummy were resting on the sink, trying to keep up balance. He moved his tongue in quick, but gentle circles on your clit making you whimper and grab edges of the sink harder. Then he covered your clit with his whole mouth, using soft skin on the bottom of his tongue, twirling in back in usual position and gave your clit one lick with top, wet, flat side of his tongue and started gently sucking on it. You quievered and whimpered lowly and he swiftly moved his mouth away and gave your ass one rough, loud spank. You twitched at impact as he placed a soft kiss on the same place he just spanked and moved down to entrance of your pussy, his tongue softly exploring the wet space between your inner pussy lips. He moved his tongue up and down, giving few gentle sucks in between as he coated it in your sweet juices. You kept quivering, your knees slowly losing the balance which made Tecchou fill up with unusual sense of sadism as he gave your pussy one last, kitten lick and gently kissed your clit and got up. He grabbed your hips, pulling them towards his hard member and started rubbing himself on you, giving your stimulated clit more friction. You wanted to move your upper body towards him, but he swiftly pushed you back down and kept his hand on your neck, putting enough pressure to keep you down, but to not hurt you. His eyes were lustful, looking down where his hardened cock rubbed your wet pussy and only thing keeping you apart were pair of boxers.

"Stay like that." he ordered in deep voice as he moved both of his hands away and took his boxers off. He kicked them aside on a pile that was sitting there already and slowly came back to you. His big hands were all over your ass and you could feel his hard cock poking you gently. He kept looking at your ass and gave it another spank, this time on the other cheek. It made you twitch and close your eyes from an impact. You could see that Tecchou's eyes were now on you. It was like he was telling you indirectly to keep looking at him and you suddenly felt another spank in the same place as previous one and you had exact same reaction like previous time. Tecchou smiled, not saying a word and gave your other ass cheek harsh spank. You tried to keep your eyes on him in the mirror, letting out a sharp gasp out. His little grin grew even more and he gave the same ass cheek one last spank. You gasped out once again, but you didn't take your eyes off of him which made him satisfied. He gently rubbed the red, marked area, looking at your ass and his gaze was almost apologetic towards it. One of his hands moved to stroke his hard, leaking cock was he rested his other hand on the bottom of you back. He teased your entrance with his tip for a few seconds and rather quickly started pushing himself inside. You moaned into a sink as his cock stretched you out slowly. He pushed it all the way in and slowly started pulling it out, then slowly back inside in order to lube himself. You spreaded your legs a bit more to gain balance and once he stretched you enough and lubed himself, he moved his hands on your hips, holding them firmly and started vigorously thursting into you. You moaned and moved yourself up to gain balance, as your hands grabbed the sink harder. His pace was quick and relentless pressing all right spots inside you at once. You kept your eyes closed from the intensity when you suddenly felt a hand around your throat.

"Look at me." he said through breathy moans as he held your throat, his pointy finger resting on your chin and holding it up. You felt too exposed which made you blush, you didn't have an issue meeting Tecchou's reflection, but yours. It felt too much for you. You tried to look at him as his hand around your throat and finger under your chin made more pressure. He kept his relentless pace which made you choke out moans and whimpers. He brought your body completely to his and slowed down his hip movement.

"Maybe I just need to fuck out thoughts from your head. How does that sound angel?" he whispered in your ear, his hand making more pressure around your throat as his other hand brushed over your hip. He kept looking at you in the mirror, you tried to keep your gaze at him, but you were too shy so you kept looking everywhere but in the mirror.

"I will take that as a yes, hold thight." he said rather impatiently and quickly pushed you down as your hands met edges of the sink. One of his hands grabbed your hip, meanwhile his other one was busy in your hair, grabbing it and pulling your head up.

"Keep looking at me or I will stop, do you understand?" he said in serious tone and you nodded hesitantly. He immediately started thursting fast and deep inside you, making you whimper out, but you kept your eyes on him. He was whimpering himself, but his eyes didn't stop their focus on your reflection in the mirror once.

"You are such a good girl." he said through breathless moans as he thursted even faster inside you, feeling of you pulsating and getting tight around his cock, as well as seeing your needy expression in the mirror made him feral. He started going even faster which made you tear up.

"I can't..I can't take it anym-" you tried to say through your messy moans, your puppy, teary eyes looking up at him but Tecchou cut you off.

"I told you something. You are doing such a-ah good job, you can handle it." he said through his groans and whimpers. He kept looking at your needy expression and quickly pulled out which made you gasp out at suddeness. He turned you around and picked you up, placing you on the wide side of the sink, making two of you face it almost diagonally since he didn't want for you to stop looking. You looked at him confused as he pulled your hips forward, exposing your pussy to him. He quickly lined up his cock and entered your went, needy cunt as one of his hands snaked around your back to give you support. He started moving inside you in medium pace this time, but his other hand went between your legs and his thumb started circling around your clit. Your legs were around him, one resting on the sink and other one was gently wrapped behind his thigh. He started making slow, gentle circles around your clit and moved his hips in slower pace than before, making you moan out for slightly faster friction inside you.

"Only if you keep your eyes in the mirror, but at yourself." he whispered in your ear and kissed your neck as he quickened up his pace just for seconds, to let you know what would you miss out on. You moaned and noddes as you kept your gaze on your face and partly his. He smiled and kissed your collarbone as he was pulling away to look at you. He started moving his hips in faster pace you desired as his thumb worked in pace you loved the most on your clit and your wrapped one of your arms around his neck, letting other one keep you balance on the sink and kept your eyes on yourself. You were whimpering and rocking your needy hips back and forth as you were getting closer, Tecchou's breathy moans making you clench his cock with your wet walls.

You noticed Tecchou also started looking at you in the mirror and you could feel his hip movement getting messier as he was getting close too. He gently rested his head on your chest and moved his thumb to stimulate you with two of his fingers on your clit, in slightly faster pace. His dick kept twitching inside you as you whimpered out and started shaking as your orgasm approached. He got himself together and started moving his hips at faster pace, pressing your sensitive spots inside as his fingers stimulated your clit and you could feel your orgasm coming. You thightened your legs around him and the way he looked in the mirror also made you go over the edge. He was sweaty, flushed, his hair was a mess, his bare, huge chest evidently moving up and down from breathy whimpers and his gaze burning on you. It was a lot and with few more seconds of his thursts and stimulation of your clit, you finally reached your orgasm.

"Keep looking baby, just like that." Tecchou talked through your orgasm, making sure you keep your eyes on yourself.

"Yeah, watch how pretty you look when you cum for me, princess." he kept talking through shaky voice as you kept riding out your orgasm, whimpering out and looking at your expression through weak eyes. You moved your hips back and forth barely as Tecchou's fingers left your clit and his thurst slowed down, letting you calm down and ride out your orgasm. You finally calmed down but Tecchou didn't waste another second as he swiftly moved you down and positioned you in front of the mirror just like the first time. Your legs were weak and your pussy felt sore from everything.

"Just keep looking at me." Tecchou exclaimed as he pushed his cock inside you, this time going slower than before. His eyes were looking directly at yours in the mirror, they were low, but as lustful as before.

"You look so beautiful, you know?" he said in soft voice as his hands pulled your hips to meet his pelvic area as he stimulated your pussy and his cock further. You were barely whimpering, you had no strenght in your body but you shyly nodded at Tecchou's question.

"You look like an angel." he said in soft voice and his remark made you thighten around him which stimulated him further as he was already close.

"I know you are tired baby, just keep looking at me, okay?" he said and started thursting faster inside you which made you gasp out again as he was chasing his own high. Your eyelids were heavy and so were his, you could barely look at each other but you kept your gazes and Tecchou thursted few more times deep inside you as he finally reached his own orgasm, followed with his breathy, deep whimpers and gasps as he dig his nails into your hips and filled you up with his warm, wet cum. He lazily moved few more times just to not make a mess once he pulls out and gently stroked your back. You didn't move your eyes off of each other once in the mirror and as he pulled out you slowly got up and turned around to hug him. He pressed a gentle kiss on top of your head as your sweaty, naked bodies deepened the hug.

"Let's run that bath for you angel." he said in soft voice as he stroked your hair.

"Do you want to join?" you asked him and looked up to meet his soft gaze.

"Let me take care of you first, sounds good?" he smiled and you nodded, returning the gentle smile.

The End :) <3

I hope you liked it and enjoyed! I apologize once again if it's not the best, girl is sleepy so forgive me <3

Thank you for reading and for supporting me and I appreciate that so much!! Thank you truly, I am so grateful and placing huge kisses on everyone's forehead :D <3

PS Q(utie) I hope you enjoyed it and this brightened up your day, at least a bit, I love you <3

#bungo stray dogs fic #tecchou x reader #tecchou suehiro x reader #tecchou x yn #tecchou suehiro smut #tecchou suehiro bsd

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WHAT IF THEY HAD GIVEN UP?

From the top of the skyscraper, Yokohama shone in the night for miles down there, extending over the horizon. It was impossible to tell the ocean from the starry sky, and it felt like being swallow whole from the city.

“I won’t follow you this time.”

His words flew into the same breeze that had his red locks escaping under the hat he wore. He didn't turn to challenge his gaze, to scream at his face like he was used to. No, he stayed still with heavy feet on the pavement, gravity grounding him in a place where it had heads spinning.

“This shit’s old and I got tired of all of this… nothing! ‘Cause this is nothing you give me while I always spend everything I own,” at least anger remained in his voice, “And it’s not fair.”

“Whenever is it?”, he questioned with his eyes fixed on his petit figure, hands balled into fist inside the pocket of his trench coat and a red and white, half empty package of cigarettes crumpling between fingers.

“Never, but I won’t hold onto it anymore, Dazai.”

He hid the crawling feeling running under the bandages against his skin with the lame excuse of circumstances. From that height, summer turned out to be incredibly chilly.

“Finally I obtained to find the limit of a dog's loyalty, huh?”, he couldn't help but jab him just to get one of his normal reaction back.

But he looked at him by the corner of his eye, the electric blue iris seizing him up with finality.

“Goodbye then, Chuuya.”

It always came easy the fake cheeky grin on his lips, the little tilt of head on the side that made his brown wavy locks hide one of his eyes -like he used to do with bandages back then- and a mocking hand shaking in a salute gesture.

As if it still was friendly. As if it was a see ya soon instead.

It always has been so fucking easy to pretend until everything around him just became his own play-act to have fun with.

And now both parties did have enough of this cat and mouse game.

It was over.

“Goodbye.”

I hope you liked this Soukoku one shot for the "What if they had given up?" prompt, @chris-da1265!! If any of you have other requests, I leave you here the link of the writing prompts list and I'll be happy to write for you! <3

#requests #ask me anything #fanfiction writer #writercommunity #writerscorner #angst #character analysis #bsd fic #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs fic #bsd #soukoku #double black #osamu dazai #chuuya nakahara #dazai x chuuya #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #the road not taken #this reads like a poem ngl #lyralit #creative writing #writerblr #writing #writers #writblr #writers block #writing prompts #writing ideas #au

[dumbleb33]

Little sskk Valentine’s Day fluff short I threw together 💕

#bsd #sskk #bsd sskk #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #shin soukoku #shin sukoku #akuatsu #bungo stray dogs akutagawa #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #atsushi nakajima #bsd atsushi #bungou stray dogs atsushi #atsushi x akutagawa #sskk fic #shin soukoku fic #shin sokoku fic #bsd fic #Bungo stray dogs fic #bungou stray dogs fic #valentine’s day fic

[hardfluff]

Chuuya asks Dazai out on a traditional date. Dazai struggles with the concept. Then he just struggles.

Chuuya runs his thumb against Dazai’s lips, drags at the bottom one. Dazai winces at the sting when he rubs the bite mark he made. His eyes half close, brilliant blue shuttering into something darker, the ember that follows the flame. Dazai tilts his head, nuzzles into Chuuya’s gloved hand, and his partner rocks forward, grinding them together. Then he lets go all together, stepping away, leaving Dazai half-slumped with a rough wall at his back. He blinks, not understanding. No, he does understand. He just doesn’t get it. He wasn’t doing anything wrong.

THE PAIN THAT I'M USED TO on AO3

#dazai x chuuya #bsd fic #bungo stray dogs fic #soukoku

[labradorite-skies]

Flufftober Day Eighteen ~ Doppo Kunikida

✧･ﾟ: * Prompt ~ Soulmate AU ~

A red ribbon only you can see, one end tied to your pinky, the other to your soulmate’s. There were so many stories, whispers of people whose string didn’t lead anywhere, or that a friend of a friend knew someone whose string was tied to someone, but they had a string tied to another. Even though the sources of those rumors were often harder to trace than the strings themselves, the doubt they created ran through the minds of those who hadn’t found their “other end”. The idea of seeking romance outside of the string wasn’t uncommon, either from those who just wanted to mess around in the meantime or from those who decided that they didn’t want to wait. Doppo Kunikida, though, is a man of ideals, a man of plans, a man of standards. His plan encompassed his entire life, down to the minute. But to his annoyance, fate isn’t as easily accounted for as a traffic jam or a rush at the restaurant he was going to visit. So the reminder of his soulmate on his finger was both a blessing and a curse, the idea of a perfect match elated him, but the unknowns that came along with it kept him wondering. The number of people who never met their soulmates was difficult to dismiss, and with how volatile his work could be, that concern weighed heavy on Kunikida. But he wouldn’t settle, as long as his soulmate could be out there, he’d wait for them.

The day started like any other, waking up, eating breakfast, getting dressed, and tying the ribbon he always wore to work before heading out. But when the door opened for a new client, Kunikida’s eyes widened upon seeing the hand of the figure in the doorway. On their pinky, the other end of the red string he’d been both captivated by and dreading was tied. He clears his throat and walks over to where Dazai had started flirting with consulting the client. With his hand on the brown-haired man’s shoulder, he offered to assist with this case. The smirk on Dazai’s face revealed he had an idea of what was happening, and he left with a wink and some excuse for not stopping someone from doing his work for him. His ability to be annoying even when being helpful still astounded Kunikida, but Dazai’s antics were the last thing on his mind when you spoke up and introduced yourself. The blush on your face seemed to indicate you also noticed the connection, and the blonde couldn’t hide his smile as he stated, “Doppo Kunikida, I’m happy to help with anything I can. And, if I’m not being too forward, I’d love to take you out to dinner sometime, I think we have a lot to discuss.”

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[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

do what you want with me

The occupation that Ivan ended up in, ultimately, was being Lord Fyodor’s Head Chamberlain. It was a prestigious occupation indeed. Ivan was happy to have it, because of course he would be. He couldn’t remember the last time he was anything but happy! What a wonderful life he lived. Any hurt he could ignore in his constant joy, any negativity would never bother him! All thanks to Lord Fyodor. He didn’t know why his dear companion Pushkin didn’t accept the offer. - on ivan and joy

oneshot, 1094 words, ivan-centric, part of my post doa au

aka: ivan is blindly hopeful for 1kish words

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[whatroguewrites]

In another universe, the Port Mafia’s luck starts to run out…

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[oh-ranpo]

winner takes all

☾ -- pairing: edogawa ranpo x reader ☾ -- word count: 1.5k+ ☾ -- warning: this contains 18+ CONTENT!!! MINORS DNI!!! cock-warming, sexual activities, unprotected sex. ☾ -- preview: you and ranpo love competing against each other, especially when the reward is oh, so sweet.

Edogawa Ranpo truly loved three things - snacks, video games, and spending time with you. Add all three of them together, and he had the perfect afternoon. Throw in having you in his lap, back pressed to his chest with him nestled deep inside of you while you faced off in Mario Kart for the third time in a row, and he was sure that he had died and gone to heaven. “You said best two out of three!” You teased, rolling your hips back as you tried to fluster him just as the race started. You had won the first round, prompting him to challenge for best two out of three. But when he won the second round, he tried to change it to most recent winner takes all. You weren’t having it and it was one of the many reasons why he adored you.

Ranpo had to admit that the position the two of you were in would have made it easy to forget about the game entirely. However, this wasn’t the first time you had participated in cock-warming while challenging each other at competitive games. It was kind of your thing and he’d be damned if he let you get the best of him during any competition. “If this is your way of distracting me, you’re going to have to try harder,” he murmured into your ear as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “No matter how good you feel, beating you is going to feel way better.” You probably should have been offended, but you couldn’t help but laugh. Ranpo was competitive and always insisted on being the best. You had never been that competitive before you started dating, but he seemed to bring it out in you. Besides, playing these games while experiencing this type of closeness with him was what made your relationship what it was and you wouldn’t change a single thing. It was neck-in-neck for the first two laps, but then, at the last second, a shell came out of nowhere on your last turn and knocked you off course. With a frustrated scream and a triumphant cry from Ranpo, he ended up taking first place and you were stuck with third. “Now, where’s my prize?” You could feel his hot breath against the shell of your ear and it made you shiver. His controller had already been discarded to the side, and while you wanted to pout about your loss, you knew that his prize was something you would both enjoy. Leaning forward to rest your controller on the coffee table, you used your slightly bent over position to slowly raise your hips away from his before lowering yourself back down. Unsurprisingly, Ranpo was still hard, even after playing games for the last 45 minutes, and his hands gripped your waist tightly as your hands came to rest on his knees for leverage. The feeling of him brushing against your walls pulled a sigh from your throat before repeating the movement, this time, a little bit faster. “Mmmm,” Ranpo purred as one of his hands lifted to grip your shoulder and pull you back flush against his chest. This made the angle awkward, but you movements didn’t stall as a familiar burn started to slowly consume you. “You’re so pretty giving me what I want. How did I get so lucky?” You whimpered as he pressed his lips against your neck to accentuate his words, your body arching at his touch and his praise. It was almost hilarious how two people so motivated by receiving recognition from other people could end up together, but it actually made for quite a satisfying relationship. After a few more pumps of your hips, Ranpo’s hand moved back from your shoulder to your waist and then abruptly lifted you up and spun you around to face him. The movement caused the connection between you to be broken, but once your legs were straddling his lap once more, he guided himself back inside you with a low groan and a searing kiss. Now that you were facing each other, you were able to take full advantage of each other and the heat of the moment was dialed up all the way. Your hands fisted into his hair, tugging on the strands as his tongue traced your bottom lip before nipping at it. His hips were now rolling up against yours in a more needy motion, and you moaned into his mouth as he moved himself in just the right way to hit a sensitive spot deep inside you. You had expected to do all the work, considering you had been the one to lose, so you were pleasantly surprised with the push and pull he reciprocated. “I wish I could spend every day like this,” he sighed as his lips disconnected from yours to trail down to your throat. “Your warmth surrounding me and giving me just what I need after a solid victory.” You chuckled at the last bit of his statement before tugging on the back of his hair again to pull his head back so that his green eyes could meet yours. “I’m going to kick your ass next time, Ranpo. Don’t get too cocky now.” “You say that every time and yet we still always end up like this.” He flashed you a smirk, and just as he did, you rolled your hips against his causing his eyes to darken. “Maybe I let you win. The sex is always better when you’re in a good mood,” you teased, and there was a momentary flash of surprise on his face before it settled back into a more blissful, relaxed expression. “Tch, let me win. Keep telling yourself that, princess.” Before you could form a rebuttal, he was pressing another searing kiss to your lips and his hands were gripping your waist so tightly you were sure there would be bruises later. Not that you minded. Because when he lifted you up just enough that he could thrust up into you, your entire mind went blank with pleasure. The pace was faster now, and with one hand still on the back of his head, your other hand fell to his shoulder as you pulled him into you as close as you could. You weren’t having to do much work at all anymore as Ranpo seemed desperate to fuck up into you now, occasionally hitting places inside of you that had you seeing stars. A familiar coil was tightening in your stomach, and, almost as if he could feel it too, one of Ranpo’s hands snuck between you so that his finger could brush against your clit, adding to the overall pleasure that was about to have you spiraling over the edge. “Ranpo, I’m-“ You didn’t get to finish your statement because just as you were about to tell him how close you were, the coil inside of you snapped and a low moan was slipping past your lips. Ranpo’s thrusts only got faster as he chased his own release, the fluttering of your walls around him causing him to cum inside you just a few moments later. His head fell forward to rest against your shoulder, his lips pressing against the exposed skin around the collar, and your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. You were still nestled on his lap and neither one of you made an effort to move for several minutes. Instead, you just basked in your post-orgasm euphoria with him still nestled deep inside you. “You know, you keep saying that you won,” you started after a few, long moments of silence and Ranpo slowly lifted his head so that his tired eyes could meet yours curiously. “But after that, I definitely think that I’m the real winner here.” Your bright smile brought about one of his own as you leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the tip of his nose. His hair was a mess from where you had been tugging on it, but you couldn’t imagine a time where he had looked more beautiful. There were no worries, no stresses, no insecurities to be found in his features, and he looked purely happy. “I love you,” Ranpo stated softly, his emerald eyes regarding you fondly, causing your heart to squeeze in your chest. It had taken quite a while for him to get comfortable enough with you to be the one to say that statement first, but now, he used it any chance he could. Anytime he felt it, he knew he had to voice it because you deserved to hear it. It was suffice to say that he had never felt the urge to do such things before you came along, but now, he couldn’t imagine his life without it. “I love you too,” you smiled back. “But let’s go get cleaned up so that we can start dinner.” Ranpo’s eyes lit up at the mention of food, but when you started to pull away from his lap, his hold tightened and he pulled you back down. “Just a few more minutes,” he requested as he tugged you back into his chest. “Just want a little bit longer.” And who were you to deny him?

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