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nihilo-sensei · 2 months

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The Infamous Chuuya-SSKK Car Ride

Two. Fucking. Hours.

Akutagawa and Atsushi have been arguing for two hours almost non-stop and there's still an hour to go in the trip. If you had asked Chuuya before he climbed into this four-wheeled prison what the most annoying thing on Earth was, he would've said without hesitation that it was dealing with Dazai. That was a more innocent time, a time before life had decided to punish him for his every felony, misdemeanor, and wasted gallon of milk. He wasn't sure if these apparently nuclear-powered bickering machines being confined to the backseat was better or worse for him. Probably better; at least one half of the invective wasn't being spewed directly into his left ear.

As much as he wanted to blame a member of the Armed Detective Agency for all of his misery, he was disappointed to say that it had been his subordinate and fellow mafioso who started this. Granted it hadn't taken much to get the weretiger to dive down to Akutagawa's level, but he was just trying to make conversation, asking if Chuuya listened to much music. Honestly, the gravity manipulator would've been delighted to spend a three-hour car ride talking about music, even with an ADA member. It was kind of nice that the kid had reached for some common ground between them. Akutagawa really hadn't needed to cut Chuuya off before he had a chance to answer by saying, "No one cares, weretiger." That one admittedly rude remark had sealed Chuuya's fate for the rest of the ride out to the countryside. Thanks, Aku.

"You better not get in my way when we get there, weretiger. The Port Mafia doesn't need Least Beneath the Moonlight."

"I guess I'll leave the job to Brash-ōmon, then. Get over yourself."

How are they still coming up with new insults? Chuuya hadn't even had the energy to tell them to shut the fuck up passed the 35-minute mark, about 25 minutes after his throat started to hurt from trying to match their combined volume. It was like they didn't even hear him. They were in their own little world together.

That was what he'd been warned about, though, wasn't it? Akutagawa and the tiger boy had… tension. He had heard about it from Dazai, but hadn't given it much thought. After all, why would he bother listening to anything that mummy's asshole says off the battlefield? He would happily throw Dazai off a building if he wasn't sure it would make that freak even happier than it would make Chuuya. Something about this train of thought makes Chuuya feel like a hypocrite for some reason. Where was he?

"At least I don't dip my bangs in Wite-Out!"

"Your impoverished ass could only afford one bang!"

Oh right, this thick fog of something making itself at home in Chuuya's backseat and inside his pounding skull. He had thought it was just a joke or an exaggeration, but this much passion for each other? Could all of that really just be simple hate? No, this doesn't really feel like hate. But if they don't hate each other why tell themselves that they do? That's so self-destructive. They should just confront their feelings like adults. Even if those feelings aren't romantic they could still find themselves good friends, they have a lot in common. At least they'd stop making their sexual tension or whatever everyone else's problem.

Why does Chuuya feel like a hypocrite again?

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Chuuya stares into the rear-view mirror. The new Double Black had practically passed out five minutes into the drive to Yokohama. Not surprising after the mission had turned out to be far more complicated then they had anticipated. He wasn't complaining, he really couldn't deal with another three hours of angry sound waves bouncing around an enclosed space. Truthfully, they'd earned the rest. Even when the situation was going to shit they'd worked well together. Atsushi kept Akutagawa's mind on the civilians while Akutagawa's support kept Atsushi calm and focused. Chuuya sees now why Dazai put them together, not that Chuuya would ever openly tell the man he was right.

So he'd let the pair sleep, only debating whether he should wake them up after the blessedly silent car had crossed the Yokohama city limit. He had glanced into the mirror and caught sight of something that made him suddenly redirect as much attention as he safely could to it. The Sun had set halfway through the drive so he had had to wait for the car to pass the next street light to get a good look at it, and sure enough he saw exactly what he thought he had. At some point in the drive Atsushi and Akutagawa had leaned into each other while they slept. Atsushi's head was now resting on Akutagawa's shoulder while the mafioso's head rested on top of the weretiger's. Chuuya smiled. Definitely not hate.

As the car nears the ADA office, where Atsushi was to be dropped off, Chuuya pulls into a gas station with a new mission in mind. After he puts the car in park he takes out his phone and hopes that fatigue keeps the pair asleep and unaware while he does what needs to be done. He gambles on using the flash and wins a nice, clear picture that's going to absolutely make his fucking day the next time Akutagawa decides to make him sit through another "that goddamn foolish weretiger" rant. But was it really fair to make just Akutagawa suffer when Atsushi was about as responsible for Chuuya's three-hour ordeal earlier? No. And isn't the ADA all about that justice shit?

Chuuya opens his text thread with Dazai, taps his thumbs to the screen a few times, and hands down Atsushi's sentence with the push of 'Send'. He only has to wait a few seconds before the weretiger's irritating superior responds.

Mackerel (21:04): Oh my god, thank you so much for this! How useful my dog is becoming!

You (21:04): I seriously can't do this with you right now, Dazai. Those little bastards almost wiped me out on the way to the mission. They argued the entire time. I'm fucking tired.

Mackerel (21:05): Impressive, isn't it?

"Impressive" was one way of putting it. "Never gonna happen again" was another.

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osachiyo · 2 months

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i can't stop thinking about how much dazai would love to fuck you from the back on a balcony ... smiling like an idiot as he proudly watches how embarrassed and frustrated you get , with your arms held behind your back so you can't protest 🫠 your hands try reaching back to smack him on the stomach but there's no useeee ,, he just wants people to see how easily you break from his cock

*feral chiyo noises*

"such a little slut, aren't you, sweetheart? getting off at the idea of people seeing you get fucked?" dazai grinned obnoxiously against the sweaty skin of your neck, licking and sucking the sensitive spot all while harshly bucking his hips into yours.

"s-shut the fuck up, o-osamu — i'm gonna kill y-you if we get caught," you bit back a moan, tasting a tinge of iron in your mouth. "uh-huh," dazai laughed, only to get cut off by his own moan when he hit your sweet spot, causing you to clench around him.

"can't hear a word you say when you're clenchin' like that, babe," he snickered, tightening his grip on your wrists and pinning them behind your back, while he speeds up his hips.

you squealed at the change of pace, lolling back on your boyfriend's shoulder as he continues to bully your swollen cunt. "f-fuck, yeah — clench f'me like that, princess," dazai panted, chuckling at the way you try to push back against his abdomen to slow him down — hah, as if that would work.

you could see the people of yokohama from where you stood, innocently going on about their day — as if they looked up, they couldn't see you getting shamelessly pounded by your lover.

#𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝... ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

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kaeyx · 2 months

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Valentine's day special - Nakahara Chuuya

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: yandere!Chuuya, kidnapping, afab!gn!reader, smut, voyeurism technically?, drugging at the beginning

Notes: happy valentine's day! This is neither edited nor proofread

You sigh and drag a hand down your face, yawning. Another day, another fiscal quarter, another load of budgets you had to go over and compile.

You allow yourself a moment to fantasize, since the box has no note or signature. If only it was from Chuuya, the most gorgeous man in all the Port Mafia. But oh, he'd never notice someone as unimportant as you! He probably didn't even know you exist! Him, the strong and powerful mafia executive and you, some poor sod who made sure everything ran smoothly, it was forbidden! He was just too out of your league..... dejected sigh.

Right, more like he's busy doing actually important things. He knows you exist, you sort of work under him. He's the one that goes through all your reports and comes back with budgets, so you know if you can order more paperclips and radios. And ammunition. And other things. He's just too busy being stupidly gorgeous and doing Important Executive Things to send valentine's day gifts to everyone who works under him.

With a sigh you set your papers down and sink into the chair, grabbing the box. A break wouldn't hurt. You don't recognise the brand, but there's a helpful little chart with the contents of each chocolate on the inside of the lid. Your thoughts drift back to Chuuya, as they often do. You can hope, right? After all, sending a bunch of gifts is exactly the kind of sweet thing he'd do. You've heard that he knows the name of everyone who works for him, and you're inclined to believe it.

Oh damn, these things are good. You pop a second piece into your mouth as soon as you swallow the first, feeling the taste spread across your tongue and burn your throat with its sweetness. Chuuya, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear while he writes. Chuuya, calling you by name whenever you see him. Chuuya, looking cocky and fiery and self satisfied after a job well done. Fuck, you really need to reign yourself in. This is reaching high school crush levels of infatuation, not that anyone can blame you.

Okay, okay, enough moping around, you're going to finish the whole box if you keep this up. Making a mental note to ask Kouyou about the gift later, you close the box and set it aside. Only, your hands feel a little heavy. You yawn, tiredness gathering fast behind your eyes. Shit, you know you hadn't slept well but surely it wasn't this bad? You don't want to take a nap right now.

Another yawn overtakes you and you lean back in your chair, rubbing your forehead. Okay, this never ends well, but you'll just take a 15 minute nap. Or an hour nap. Whatever. It's not like you have to clock out, as long as everything is in order by the deadline you can sleep as much as you want. You'll just.... rest your eyes a little.

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.....This isn't your office. This isn't even an office, it's a bedroom. You're still in your clothes, and your mouth feels pasty. The first thing you notice is the chocolates from before are sitting next to the bed, which is weird because you didn't bring them. The sunlight falling across your face is at a much lower angle than you remember. Your head is pounding terribly, but you're awake enough to realise you don't recognise the room at all. In fact, you don't even recognise the view beyond the gorgeous, floor to ceiling windows. It's a completely different part of Yokohama and, judging by how high up it is, far outside your budget.

The door opens with a smooth click and you turn to look. There's a sharp pulse of pain from your head and you close your eyes with a groan, hearing hurried footsteps coming up to the bedside.

"Are you okay?"

That snaps you out of it. It's Chuuya's voice. And indeed when you look, it's Chuuya's face close to your own, looking at you with concern. Your heart flutters and heat stirs in your gut as several realisations slam into you. Oh god, this is his house. Probably his bed. Had he been the one to find you? Had he carried you all the way here from headquarters?

"..... I'm fine. My head hurts," you answer quickly, realising you've been staring like an idiot.

"Figures," he sighs, running a hand through his hair. You notice he's missing his hat. You feel like you're seeing something you shouldn't. "I ordered those chocolates made pretty strong."

Hang on, what? "What? Those were from you?"

Your heart soars. Holy fuck he'd sent you chocolates on valentine's, and you're lying in his bed. But....

"You had them made pretty strong?"

Chuuya nods, looking a little awkward. "I had to get you here without a fuss, you understand. And I needed time to prepare for when you came."

You blink several times, head still spinning. This makes absolutely no sense.

"I just can't leave you alone out there, it's not safe. You have no idea what risks you take on the daily just working for me, doll. I couldn't bear it any longer, you're too special to lose." He's almost rambling now.

"And you didn't even ask first?" You interrupt him. He pauses, looks back at you with a delicate sort of expression on his face.

"I couldn't have you saying no. Or getting any ideas about leaving."

"But.... but what about my job? My apartment?"

Chuuya reaches a hand out and tentatively rests it on top of yours. It's effective in shutting you up, mostly because the touch makes you lose your train of thought. He's so warm, it's even radiating through the smooth leather of his gloves.

"I've taken care of everything. You don't have to worry about that anymore, okay? I can take care of both of us." He talks so gently, squeezing your hand gently when you don't lean away from him. A little bit like he's soothing a scared animal. That thought shouldn't intrigue you as much as it does.

You stare at him in silence, your sluggish brain trying to process everything through the fog of sleep and drugs. Which is also his fault, you realise. Chuuya is simply kneeling in silence next to the bed, fixing you with a steady gaze, and you can't tell what he's thinking. He seems to be holding his breath.

"You... just want me to stay with you?" You ask him, tentatively.

"You are going to stay with me, darling."

The pet name startles you in the best of ways and a traitorous shiver of heat curls up your spine. Damn, you knew you were desperate but this is just pathetic. You need space, fast.

"Go. Just leave, please. I need to think." If he keeps looking at you like that, so strangely hopeful, while kneeling, you're going to do something you might regret. And you still don't know how you want to feel about this.

You close your eyes and don't open them again until you hear the door click shut, not wanting to risk a look at his expression. There's also the sound of the lock, and the soft tumbling sounds of a deadbolt. You slump backwards onto the ridiculously plush pillows.

Is it bad that you're not angry? Maybe it's the novelty of the situation, or the shock. But, wow. That was intense. Are you really dense enough to miss all those signs, or is Chuuya just really good at acting normal? You know he's not lying. This is undoubtedly unhealthy, but you don't think you want to complain.

Warmth blooms in your chest and you get a little giddy. Is this a fucked up airport romance novel or what? The rich, handsome mafia boss has been secretly pining after you all this time too, even though you're a nobody, and he just can't wait to marry you! Okay, Chuuya isn't the boss and he hasn't said anything about marrying you, but he's gorgeous and he kidnapped you so it's close enough. It almost seems too good to be true. You get to stay in his house and quit your job, presumably to sit around and look pretty since he hasn't mentioned you having chores, and in exchange.... what? He wants to fuck you, like a sugar daddy of sorts? God, you can only hope.

This is so much to process, especially after you've apparently been drugged. You have to talk it out with him obviously, but not now. Later. When you wake up from this next nap you're going to take right now, snuggled up in sheets with a stupidly high thread count that smell like Chuuya.

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Unfortunately, Chuuya seems to have interpreted your initial reaction as a definitive rejection. And even though your situation isn't ideal, mostly because you can't leave, it's not like you have any other complaints. This has lead to easily the most ridiculous month of your life.

You'd had a short, hard think after your second nap of the day, that first day, and decided that this was an absolutely glorious situation to be in. The next time Chuuya had unlocked your door, bringing you food, you'd tried to talk to him about it.

Much to your confusion he'd just looked.... a little heartbroken. Like he didn't believe you at all. And now you want to punch yourself for letting him believe that, because Chuuya is horrifically stubborn and seems convinced you're lying to him to get out.

Sitting in bed, you ponder the absurdity of the situation. Chuuya is out for work, though he always makes a point to come home for at least one meal of the day. After the first week and a lot of begging he'd let you eat with him and also have free reign of the house when he was there, just so you weren't confined to what you now know to be the guest room. He doesn't let you have a phone or an internet connection for obvious reasons, but you have all the TV and books you could ever want, and a record player. Chuuya's taste in music was... more punk than you'd anticipated, but he seems perfectly happy to answer questions about each record when you ask.

So you ask questions, eat with him, ask about his day, you've even tried cleaning up a little while he's home and you're allowed out of the room! You're on your best behaviour to try and get him to touch you, to look at you even, but he just sighs like a kicked puppy and locks you back in the bedroom whenever he has to leave. He won't even give you a hello or goodbye kiss, and it's starting to sour your ideal of a domestic life. You'd be lying if you said it hadn't been an idle fantasy before, but now that it was both within reach and more unattainable than ever you feel like you're going crazy. What the fuck else are you supposed to do?

Flopping backwards onto the sheets, your eyes drift to the corner of your room. There, on the wall mounted lamp by the desk. He's got a camera. An idea begins to form in your mind. It's not like Chuuya had tried to hide the surveillance from you when you'd asked. To keep an eye on you, he'd said, to keep you safe. You know it's because he doesn't trust you to stay without trying to jump out the window or something equally stupid. You know he's got the system hooked up to his phone, that it's a live feed, and that he checks it sometimes. A grin spreads across your face, and you pray silently that he's bored at work.

It doesn't take long to set everything up. A hand towel from the ensuite bathroom, because of course Chuuya is fancy enough that his guest bedroom has an ensuite. A pillow, set on its side and placed in the middle of the bed. You, naked from the waist down except for underwear, straddling it with the towel on top to minimise mess. You'd had to estimate your position relative to the shot since you've never actually seen the camera's view, but it's a good enough job.

Straddling the pillow and bracing yourself on your hands, you close your eyes. Time for a show. You think of him. The soft, copper curls of hair, those gorgeous blue-grey eyes, and how he's taken you. He wants you, he has to want you. Out of everyone he could have he took you, kept you without asking. Like you were his already, like he owns you. Nothing gets you riled up faster than that.

Warmth settles low in your gut and you sigh. No, it's not time to move yet. You hope he's watching. What would that look like? Phone in hand, just taking a quick peek to check on you only to be met with this. You can imagine Chuuya's eyes widening in shock, maybe glancing quickly around him to make sure nobody else can see this. His hands, his gorgeous hands with their long, lithe fingers, squeezing tighter as he zeroes in on you.

Your hands sneak under your shirt, slowly, teasingly. They dance across your stomach before going up, up your chest, quickly pulling the fabric over your head. You're entirely exposed now, the sunlight streaming in through the windows and hitting your skin, lighting you up from behind in the camera's point of view. What if it saves the recordings? Will Chuuya watch the footage back? You hope so. You imagine him looking at the video over and over again while he palms his cock, maybe even at work, and the thought only makes the heat in your belly grow.

Grasping the pillow with one hand you brace yourself with the other, and roll your hips experimentally. A pleasant tingle of stimulation, dampened by your underwear being in the way, just how you wanted it. Your eyes slide shut again as you find a comfortable pace, head bowed. What would he look like while masturbating? His thick hair all messed up as his chest heaves, shirt undone and pants shoved down to his knees. His pants and grunts as his hand moves faster and faster and slick sounds fill the air. Has Chuuya ever thought about you, like you've thought about him? Like you're thinking about him right now?

Your face screws up a little and you whine, a bit louder than necessary. If the camera has a microphone, you want to make sure it catches every sound you make. A low groan reverberates in your chest next and you make no attempt to stop it, your movements speeding up a little as your cunt dampens. The friction is so light and teasing no matter how hard you grind down onto the pillow, it's already beginning to frustrate you.

With a little tug the pillow's seam slots itself perfectly against your clothed slit and you can hear your heavy breaths in your own ears.

"Chuuya...." You moan, quietly, wantonly.

He has to sound so much prettier than you, with that sweet voice that grows rough around the edges when he's excited or annoyed. You imagine his breathless panting and whining in your ear, his voice almost a growl while he fucks you, his hands gripping you like a bear trap. Oh fuck, you want him inside of you so badly. It's been too long, too much of having him right fucking there without being able to touch him. All you want is to reach into his pants, to feel his cock twitch and stiffen under your fingers. Does he like it rough, fast paced? Or slow and romantic? You can't decide, and you don't care. However he decides to take you, you'll go gladly. All you want is to fall apart on his fingers and tongue and cock, over and over again, enough to make up for lost time.

His tongue dancing over your clit, dipping in between your folds, oh how you need that. The pillow isn't enough, you're working yourself into a frenzy trying to get satisfaction from the teasing rubs, every pass of your hips making you lose your mind. You can barely think, except for fragmented fantasies about Chuuya. How you wish it was him below you right now, sucking on your clit and holding you down against his face. Your hands buried in that soft, silky hair of his as you rode out your orgasms. His moans vibrating against your cunt while he sucked and licked and fucked you on his tongue until you cried, and then not stopping until you collapsed over him in a sweaty mess. His already beautiful face stained with your slick even as he licked his lips clean and leaned in to kiss you.

Your head falls back with a cry of his name, all shame abandoning you. Quickly pulling one leg over the pillow you yank your underwear off, not even stopping to look at the pearly string of wetness that connects your soaked cunt to the fabric, tossing them onto the bed behind you and resuming your movements.

The change makes your knees weak and you whimper Chuuya's name again, almost automatically. The rough fabric of the towel feels divine, dragging across your clit over and over and almost burning with a raw ache. You pin the pillow with your legs too free up a hand and use it to pull back the hood, exposing the swollen nub. Your slick quickly leaves a wet patch on the once pristine fabric and the rough texture disappears slightly, leaving you both under and overstimulated.

Damnit, this isn't going to be enough to cum. You want to cum, you want Chuuya to be watching, you want him to break down the door and- and- something, anything. Push your face down and pull your hips into the air, spreading your ass to admire the mess you've made all for him. Lick a greedy stripe up your cunt to taste you before he bottoms out in one thrust, you're wet enough, you can take the sting. Fuck, the pain would feel so good if it came from him. The fast, unforgiving pace as he fucks you into the mattress, putting that insane stamina of his to good use until you're a braindead mess.

"H- Hah- fuck." Your voice shakes, you remember you're supposed to be making noise. "Chuuya, please, please.... Chuuya..." Your head thrown back, back arched, hips grinding mindlessly into the pillow as you beg, you're hopefully the picture of desperation and seduction. God, you need him to come home now.

The knot in your stomach tightens little by little and you concentrate on it, feeling your orgasm grow even as your legs begin to tremble from exertion. There's a sheen of sweat on your bare chest and your knees are beginning to hurt from bearing your weight, but you're so close. Just a little bit more, just-

"Fuck, I knew you'd come around. See? You're safe here, you're mine now."

The voice comes out of nowhere, scaring you so badly you yelp and lose concentration. Your orgasm, so tantalisingly close, slips through your fingers as you whine and look around.

It's two way, of course. Why hadn't you thought of that? The camera, it has a speaker on your end too. Chuuya is talking to you through the camera. Arousal spears through your gut and you turn your head towards where you know the device is, putting on a shaky smile.

"Are you- convinced now?" You pant. Your thighs are burning, badly. Still, your hips start moving again of their own accord.

"Absolutely I am, sweetheart." Oh, that nickname goes straight to your pussy, especially with the ragged, almost desperate tone in his voice.

"Chuuya," you moan shamelessly, "I miss you so bad... Want you to be here, I need you..."

"I'm coming doll, I'll be home soon." His voice crackles a little, but it's still recognisable. "You're the prettiest damn thing I've ever seen, don't stop moving okay? Put on a show for me."

You grin, once again curling over the pillow between your legs and focusing on your movements. It's not hard to find the edge again, you're already so riled up and his words are adding to the fire pooling in your guts.

"Keep talking- fuck, just keep taking to me," you beg.

"You like my voice, baby?" Chuuya sounds so self satisfied, you can picture the smug look on his face as clearly as if he was right in front of you. "You like it when I talk to you? Thought about my voice before?"

You nod frantically, stomach flexing. Just a little more, just a few more seconds...

"Gonna cum?" Chuuya's voice comes out a little breathless, almost awed. "Cum all over yourself just from humping your pillow and listening to me? Not even going to touch yourself, darling? Fuck, do it. I wanna see. Go on, cum for me."

That's all it takes, really. With a noise between a yell and a sob you reach your peak, cunt clenching around nothing while you ride out the high. Dimly you hear Chuuya's voice, rough and satisfied, praising you. You fall onto your face, landing in a sort of all fours position that keeps your back arched and ass in the air. Your poor, oversensitive clit has been rubbed raw against the towel and is still twitching, you must be a sight to see.

You turn your head to the side, looking in the general direction of the camera with a dazed smile.

"'M waiting for you, Chuu."

"I'm coming, doll."

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starstruckkittensweets · 3 months

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puppy love

Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

fandom: bungo stray dogs

My latest fixation, Chuuya with puppies! My precious boy deserves to be happy with a doggy of his own, so I decided to play into this little fantasy of mine (and his, probably). I'm planning on writing more parts to this lil series, I think it's helping me get out of my writing slump. Also parts of this fic are inspired by Shiloh, one of my all-time favorite books (so much nostalgia...) and a bit of a reference to that one puppy episode from Wan. And the panel I used for the banner is from the BSD manga (I think it's ch. 24) I hope you enjoy!

warnings: mentions of stray animals, Reader cries but it's in relief, mostly fluff, pet names (mostly "doll" but used only once in this part), the start of a slow burn perhaps? || words: 2k

Part I | Part II | Part III

He’s halfway through his usual trek home, muscles burning and head pounding from another successful night’s mission, when he realizes he has a shadow.

Chuuya doesn’t let up his pace; stay calm, don’t give anything away—but he has to wonder, who could be this stupid to try to follow a mafia executive? And they’re not being subtle about it either. Making no effort to conceal their breaths or their footsteps—

Wait a minute…that sounds too light to be footsteps…

He sucks in a breath and turns around to face the culprit. Hands clenched into fists at his sides, preparing for a fight—

“Woof!”

Staring up at him is perhaps one of the cutest fucking dogs he’s ever laid eyes on. (Not that he’s seen many dogs, but the point still stands.) Pointy ears, fuzzy orange fur, white paws and a belly that definitely looks too plump for a street dog.

He stares at it. The dog stares back, pink tongue lolling out the side of its mouth.

“…Woof!”

It takes every ounce of strength he can muster not to melt right then and there on the sidewalk. A thousand squeals on the tip of his tongue, gloved hands itching to scratch under that fuzzy little chin of his.

Never mind any dog hair, fuck that. Who’s gonna try to turn their nose up at this little cutie?

Chuuya briefly scans the area—not a soul in sight, just him and his companion beneath the lamplights—before dropping to his knees. The dog paws at the ground, his curly tail swishing madly in the air.

“C’mere boy,” he keeps his voice soft, holding out a hand. But the dog doesn’t budge. He just stares at him with that big dumb smile of his.

That really adorable dumb smile.

He tries again. The dog tilts his head and refuses to move. So Chuuya tries another tactic: “C’mere, girl?”

Still doesn’t move a muscle. Although now the dog looks amused as he paces from side to side, just out of Chuuya’s reach.

Yeah, gotta be a boy with that kind of attitude.

Chuuya sighs before pushing himself off the ground. Ah well, guess he’s too nervous to approach humans. Can’t really blame him for that; this city’s got its fair share of unpleasant people. He deals with them all the time, so he can kinda relate.

He shoves his hands back into his pockets (try not to think about how soft the dog’s fur must be) and turns on his heel to head home. It’s getting late anyway, and he’s got to get an early start tomorrow morning. He can’t be spending all night moping around some stray puppy following him around.

Even if he is the cutest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

But he only gets a few steps in before hearing the unmistakable click-click of the dog’s nails against the pavement. He stops, the dog stops too. He glances over his shoulder, biting back a smile at the dog’s happy face.

“What do you want, huh? I don’t have any food, so if that’s what you’re looking for…”

Not that he looks like he needs any treats to begin with. He’s seen a few of the dogs roaming around Yokohama, all skin and bones as they pick through tipped-over trash cans. And the stray cats are no better, ears flat against their skulls as they hiss and claw at everything in sight.

So why does this dog look so fucking proud of himself?

Chuuya sighs and whistles to himself—and suddenly the dog comes running.

Two dirty paws plant themselves on his dress pants, that’ll surely be hard to get out, but how can he get angry when the dog’s trying so hard to reach his face? He chuckles under his breath as he kneels down to his level, as the dog plants kiss after kiss on his face with his slobbery tongue.

“Who knew all it took was a whistle?” he says more to himself than to the pup. The dog’s tail is wagging so hard he thinks it’ll fall off, the tiny little thing that it is.

He slides one of his gloves off, letting the dog sniff his hand before scratching him behind the ears. He was right, his fur is so soft… And his smile only gets bigger when the dog licks him again, not even minding all the drool.

But then he stiffens, slipping his fingers through the dog’s fur, noticing a red band of leather fastened around his neck. A collar? No way he’s someone’s pet. Then again, he does look a little too spoiled to be wandering the streets for food.

He curls his finger around the golden tag dangling from the buckle. No name, only an address he thinks he recognizes. Right on the edge of Yokohama, where the scent of sea salt is the strongest. Is it someone’s house? Apartment? Maybe a shelter of some kind?

Chuuya steals another look at the dog, at those sweet brown eyes and twitching wet nose, trying his best to ignore the icy clench of his stomach. Maybe it’s for the best, just to bring him back. What’s he gonna do with a dog, anyway? Not like his job allows for much time raising a puppy, anyway.

Even one so cute as this little guy.

“Alright,” he sighs, scooping the pup in his arms, “let’s get you home.” He tries not to dwell on how warm the puppy is, or how softly he nestles his face in the crook of his shoulder.

And definitely not the way he can feel the pup drifting off to sleep as he starts down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. Gentle puffs against his skin, his curly tail twitching against his wrist.

“Kotaro! There you are!”

The engraving on the pup’s collar has led him to a tiny little shop a few minutes from the port. A bit shabby with a torn sign on the top and windows that have definitely seen better days, and he’s about to turn tail (no pun intended) until he sees someone nearly fly out through the set of double doors.

“Kotaro!” Your voice is strained, tears streaming down your cheeks as you sweep the puppy into your arms. Clutching him as tight as you can, smoothing down the fur on his head as he stirs awake from his little nap. “I was worried sick… How did you escape again?! I could’ve sworn I locked the doors… You’re just lucky I came back downstairs when I did—or else you would’ve been out there all night long!”

The puppy only wags his tail, staring up at you with those silly eyes and sweet little “smile.” He knows it’s your weakness, how could you be angry at a face like that?

Oh, well. As long as he’s safe, you can’t really hold a grudge against him. Not when he’s back in your arms, safe and sound, and it’s just the two of you, just as it always should be.

It’s only when you hear someone clear their throat that you realize you’re actually not alone. You hastily wipe your eyes with the back of your hand—it’s a little difficult with a nearly-twenty-pound dog in your arms—and stare up at the man before you. Kotaro’s savior, your savior. And suddenly you feel a fresh wave of tears surge forth.

“Thank you for bringing him back! I’m so sorry if he’s caused you any trouble, I know he has a habit of bothering people when he sneaks out—I thought I’d kept him inside this time! He just has a thing for running away like the little troublemaker he is. He’s still young, hopefully he’ll grow out of it when he’s older, maybe he’ll mellow out and settle down, and then…”

You bite your tongue and avert your eyes. No need to scare off the stranger with your incessant rambling, especially after he was so nice to bring Kotaro back to you. But he only shakes his head, a soft smile on his lips as he tips his hat over his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it, he didn’t cause too much trouble.” He lifts a hand, allowing Kotaro to sniff him before scratching the fur beneath his chin. “Keep an eye on him, though. You don’t want him getting lost out there, especially this time of night.”

“I know… I swear, he’s gonna give me gray hairs before the end of the year. The other dogs aren’t even this mischievous, I don’t know where he got it from!”

Wait, other dogs?

He glances over your shoulder, towards the dingy windows of the shop. Pet supplies and part-time shelter, the sign plastered on the glass says. And sure enough, the closer he looks at your outfit, he can see little bits of dog fur clinging to the fabric—some gray, some brown, some white, and then a hint of orange thanks to Kotaro.

Just how many dogs do you have in there?

“Anyway, I just wanna say I really appreciate you bringing him back here. You didn’t have to, I know you’re probably busy. Let me just run inside and get my wallet, I think I have some left over if you want—”

But he’s quick to shut you down with a shake of his head, even a wave of his hands for emphasis. No money, he’s already got plenty of that to spare. And besides, it doesn’t sit right with him, paying him for something that should come naturally to any decent person.

And he doesn’t want to sound mean, but judging from the shape of that little shop of yours, you look like you can use every last cent you have.

“Oh, if you say so… But still, why don’t I make it up to you sometime?”

An uneasy silence settles in the air between you; Chuuya blinks as he watches you shift your weight, partially hiding your face in Kotaro’s fur.

“…I mean, you don’t have to—I just wanna pay you back some way! Maybe I can treat you to lunch one of these days? I don’t have many days off, but I can make it work! Or maybe…do you have a dog of your own? I can give you a discount on anything in the shop!” You throw an arm out to the double doors behind you, still holding Kotaro to your chest. “Name it and it’s yours! I really don’t mind, it’s just me here anyway. Well, me and the dogs, all nine of us.”

Wait, nine, including yourself…

“You have eight of them?!”

A laugh bubbles up in your throat at the look on Chuuya’s face. He reminds you of a child on Christmas morning, staring at the presents strewn around the glowing tree. He doesn’t seem one to enjoy the company of dogs, given his fancy attire and confident aura.

And yet, he still brought Kotaro back home, when he could’ve easily turned and walked the other way. You’ve learned not to judge a book by its cover, after all.

“Eight dogs, and hopefully more by the end of the year.” Your cheeks grow warm beneath his startling blue gaze. (His eyes are really pretty up close, aren’t they?) “…I can tell you all about them on our lunch date, if you’re interested.”

He blinks, eyes flitting back and forth between you and the dog in your arms. You’ve got guts, he’ll give you that; he can see it in the way you talk to him, the way you hold the puppy in your arms. Gentle as ever, but a fire brimming in your eyes. You love this dog, no doubt about it.

And you’ve got seven more inside? Do you love them all the same amount?

What breeds are they? How did you come to adopt so many dogs at once? Or did you adopt them at once, or sporadically over the years?

So many questions, and yet the night is crawling by. He shakes his head again, giving Kotaro one last scratch behind the ears, before meeting your gaze once more.

“Lunch sounds perfect, doll.”

Your lips pull up in a smile, and he can’t help but notice how it nearly matches the one on Kotaro’s face. Bright and eager, melting under the attention of the ones around you.

And yet your smile is infinitely prettier, and he finds himself thinking about it as he starts the familiar journey back home, as the night hours slowly tick by.

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"Sweep Me Off My Feet, Honey-coated Words."

Chuuya x fem! reader oneshot - 'My Demon' inspired (kdrama)

a/n: i haven't wrote like this in a while! lmk if u want this as a series!! ALSO THIS IS BASED OFF MANGA CHUUYA. NO BLUE EYES 🤕🤕

summary: after being chased by a mysterious killer, a gravity manipulator saves you, only to switch abilities with you, leaving him powerless unless you two touch.. but apparently, you've met before?

Who is a friend and who is a foe?

Misty skies flow through the light air of dark streets. 11:34 AM, that's enough to feel the pit of your stomach drop in fear, absolute horror. You feel your feet being dragged across asphalt streets even if you stumble or feel tears falling along the way. Just a few hours ago, you picked up an Uber sleepily, wandering a cold beach, another figment of a lonely night.

When you found yourself waking up on a dark road still seated in the car, the loneliness dropped for a second, goosebumps rose and eyes scanned. The mysterious Uber driver adjusted his cap so that it covered his face in the car's front mirror, you opened your phone hesitantly to check the app, only to find that your selected uber was 32 minutes away.

A disoriented stare ran from your phone to the back of his head, fear coursed through every vein, a lump caught in your throat, fuck.

Through a punch and a kick, you dashed out of the car and took rugged steps for preparation as you see your driver pull a sharp blade out, a box cutter. Rugged steps turned into uneven running as your feet clashed harshly onto the asphalt, sucking in sharp breaths, exhaling even sharper ones; the dry air piercing out could slice skin itself.

A dead end arose as you ran, hopeless dread pulling at your feet, the once fiery and piercing breath turned shallow as you trembled. The cold, dark air preparing you for an even colder blade piercing.. God knows where.

Then you saw him, him.

A man, not so tall, who drenched from the dark, emerged from the shadows. It was as if the glow of the moon reflected off his ivory, smooth skin. There was something about him that seemed so.. foreign. To his silky copper hair, bangs that framed his face messily, and a few specific locks that rested on his left shoulder - such an unusual haircut, one that showcased slight sweat and a disehelved look despite his fancy attire.

He had eyes that naturally seemed low-lided, tired stormy grey eyes that you could make through his long lashes; a shine that was printed on his undereyes, one that presented the curves of it. His pinkish lips were tugged into a soft smirk, his hands stuffed in pockets.

The man walked ever so carelessly, as if he were used to lurking in the dark, and watching others drown in it. An expensive raven fedora adorned his hair with a pristine chain hooking around the piece, along with a black bolo tie, a leather choker, and white button up shirt. A long overcoat was thrown loosely over his broad shoulders, with a fitted grey vest and black blazer underneath. You took in his black dress shoes and matching slacks, before he halted, almost making you.. choose between them.

Something about him was also off, incredibly off, one that made your insides swirl and rummage for an answer. So, who is a friend and who is a foe? Crime inhabited every street and alleyway in Yokohama, there may be no safe option, but there is safer.

"Help me!" You run up to the suited man, adrenaline coursed through every vein, pumping to your pounding heart. "He's.. he's trying to kill me!" The man averted his stormy eyes to you, on you, tilting his head as if he were trying to clarify your statement. "And what do I get in return?" A crisp, raspy voice rolled off his tongue like candy, but his words were anything but sweet.

You dart your eyes back to the walking killer, face contorting in confusion, "Consider it a favour." he rasps, sleepy cat-like eyes barely gazing at you. "A favour?" your brows furrow in disdain and repulsion, what kind of life threatening situation deserves a deal in return? A mere business exchange?

"My boss told me we needed more men for infiltration," he clicks his tongue, the glint of the sharp blade inching closer.. and closer. "I think you're perfect." He explains ever so vaguely, "I can't just agree to something so vague.." you purse your lips, head turning as time feels so slow, so slow and so dangerous, "Do you want to live or what?" the man downright scoffs. "Fine." you mumble, biting your inner cheek before he nods his head arrogantly, like you made a respectable, good, choice.

"Noted," the man responds as the criminal behind you lengthens the box cutter to it's max length, you whip your head around in fear before a crushing force pierces the man's chest, dropping the box cutter in the process, blood coughs out of his mouth as his back clashes into the car's front window. Glass shatters and the dashcam runs crushed, lines of blood dribble out the killer's temple and forehead, body disehelved and messily thrown. From the corner of your eye, you see the same shine of the redhead's dress shoe, perfectly angled at the fallen man as he chuckles darkly, hands still shoved in his pockets.

"We've been waiting for you," He inquires, casually striding to the bloody man, "You have a debt to pay." the words roll off his tongue so perfectly, each consonant, vowel, each felt dipped in honey, even as he grabs a fistful of the man's hair, baring his teeth in a smirk devilishly.

'You have a debt to pay' rang in your ears almost irrevocably, there was a catch to his deal, isn't there? A mystery man whose bones crushed under his foot so casually, the wet stainted lips the redhead had, it was covered in lies, deceit, wasn't it? So, who is a friend and who is a foe? If there's one person to trust, it's yourself.

Your feet broke from the shackles holding you in place, from the feeling of your gut, you should've trusted yourself from the beginning, you should've decided what you wanted for your fucking self. You took your feet and ran away from them both, whatever debt he has to pay, he could pay it, whatever deal you had to go through, could suck your fucking dick.

Crash.

The beaten man was thrown right in front of your path of running, landing harshly onto the road; you halted immediately as the pavement cracked and debris emerged. The stormy-eyed man kept his gaze set on the half-dead one, his bones were messily twisted, a look of agony and hatred sent like fluid to each of his veins.

"Miss," you heard a familiar, sugar-coated voice dripping to your attention. The man again, smug, arrogant face dropped for a second, not with a look of sincerity, but rather seriousness. It overtook your breath with the smell of his musky colonge and cigarettes.

"we had a deal too."

You stopped for a second, maybe more than that - he finally stuffed his hand out of his pocket and extended it to you, revealing a gloved, large hand. His fashion was intricately overdressed, you could see from head to toe, he was dripping in a virginal assortment of accessories - rich in flavour, and extravagant in taste. He extended his hand gentle but firmly, undertones of something more lurking under his refined gloves, as if grasping his hand would seal your unknown deal. You stared up at him through your lashes; unbeknownst and rather innocent.

Time is wasting, but is 'waste' a proper word for a moment so enchanting?

Then, a sudden roar of a car's lights awoken and came crashing onto you two, the man, clearly taken off-guard, grabbed your hand, and pushed both of you off the road. Suddenly, you feel the once enamouring misty air blind you as you feel a firm hand grasp onto your wrist, another arm wrapped around your shoulder. A limp, fleeting rush of air flew past you two, as you crash into the lake below you.

Dim shines of city lights prick through the surface of the airy water. Lukewarm but cold quivered and raked through your skin as your hair splays in the lake. Dark corals of reefs peek against your vision as you turn your head around, only to see the same man, your saviour, sinking in the water asleep, his grey eyes were closed shut as his long lashes compliment his skin underneath the shimmer of the moonlight, along with a glow of red outlining his features. His fedora was nowhere to be found, only revelling his silky copper locks. He, without the fedora looked familiar, a little too familiar.

Wait.

You remember him now, all too well.

Chuuya Nakahara.

"I'll be honest, I think blind dates are completely useless."

An elegant man dressed in a fancy black tuxedo had his arms folded in the chair across from yours, almost sleeping in such a fancy restaurant. He had glowly copper hair with bangs that framed his face quite nicely, the sunlight from the open window shining through his locks delightfully too. The man's hair was on the longer side too, so he had it pushed into a half-ponytail, how pretty.

"Since when was this a date?" a raspy, no nonsense voice grumbled from his pinkish lips, his eyes still pinched shut. "I'm sorry?" you scoff, "Didn't Mori set you up with me?" you scan your eyes around the restaurant intently, the whole place was empty, it seems that the restaurant was reserved empty just for this 'date'. "Mori?" the redhead perks his head up, now setting his undivided attention towards you, "Yeah.. Mori." you nodded your head slowly, hinting that your fellow classmate set you up on a blind date with one of his friends.

"Why? He's not really into stuff like that." his brows furrow at you, leaning forward in his seat, now manspreading. "He said that you were.. 'a ladies man.' I guess he thought we were a good match." you inhale deeply, leaning back onto your chair. "Tch," he scoffs, turning his head to the side, still smiling,

"I guess you could say that."

"So how did your date go?"

you were currently walking on campus, your classmate, Mori, bumping into you. "Like shit. You were so lying about the whole ladies man part!" you snicker, still slightly irritated, your friend looked a little offended for his friend, but sighed. "Looks aren't everything, y'know, he's a really good guy when ya get to know him."

You quirk a brow at your friends revelation, "Huh? Looks were all he had! He was cocky, an asshole, had the worst manners, the most secretive bitch I've met, and talked about some secret occult society he was in!" counting the amount of times your date pissed you off on your fingers, if you kept going, you would need more than two hands.

Your friend beside you raised a brow more than once, "Hold on, what the fuck are you talking about?" he motioned harshly, "That's what I'm asking you!" you halt your steps, turning to face him. "Why the fuck did you set me up with him?!"

"Relax, what was his name? Was he the guy with glasses, tall, black hair?" you dart your eyes around your surroundings completely confused, "What? His.. his name was Chuuya Nakahara, I think." your friend pulls out his phone to show a picture of four friends having a drink at a bar, one matching exactly his description. "That's him. Who the hell did you go out with?"

Well shit.

'Seriously?! That crazy bitch from the cafe?' you thought, submerged in water, bubbles floating from both of your mouths to the surface. Excruciatingly and hesitantly enough, you pulled his wrist from the sinking body of water, and swam to the nearest surface of land. Barely noticing the red outline of his body travelling to yours.

Chuuya awoke on a shallow pile of land, surrounded by the lake's water. He rubbed his temple sleepily as he groaned, seeing your sleeping figure through lazy eyes. What did he get himself into? The redhead pushed your hair out of your face to get a closer look, not minding when he sees your eyes fluttering open. Then, he saw a poking tattoo of black ink written across your neck.

A5158.

Several pants of flashbacks flow through his head, you rise disoriented, rubbing your head as you look up at him. He looks at you with discontent, eyes that usually told a powerful story, every speck of grey took you out of the honey he dipped his words in. But now, he looked shocked, almost unreadable; enigmatic.

"..What happened?" you mumble, unaware of the glowly red outline running along your figure, to each strand of your hair, to the curve of your arms. The redhead firmly held your wrist, the lines of red connecting to him, the curve of his shoulder, the juncture of his neck, even the sharp line of his jaw. A large wave of clear, water splash behind you two, filtering the gaps of sunlight capturing the slope of his cheek. Chuuya stammers, an unreadable desire chasing from him to you.

"What.. did you do to me?"

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sanest-bsd-delegate · 7 months

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hiii!! I was wondering if I could request a Fyodor x male reader who has heterochromia eyes?

𝗪𝗮𝗹𝗸𝘀 - Fyodor Dostoevsky

Oneshot: Just the two of you spending time Genre: fluff, open A/N: Such a cute idea ngl ty for the request! Don't be afraid to ask for more req! →Masterlist

Fyodor Dostoevsky sat alone at his desk, surrounded by the dim glow of candlelight in his sparsely furnished room. His mind was consumed by the weight of his thoughts, the darkness that often clouded his soul. As an important figure within the decay of angels, he seldom allowed himself moments of vulnerability. However, there was one person who had managed to pierce through the layers of his icy exterior, the person who now stood before him.

You, entered the room with a soft knock on the door. Your presence alone had a calming effect on Fyodor, a phenomenon he couldn't quite explain but had grown accustomed to. With heterochromia eyes, one blue and the other a shade of (H/C), you were a rare sight, much like him.

"May I come in?" you asked, your voice a soothing melody in the otherwise silent room.

Fyodor's gaze shifted from staring at his own hands to you, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips. "Of course," he replied, his voice carrying a warmth that he reserved solely for you.

You entered, closing the door behind you, and crossed the room to stand beside Fyodor's desk. Your mismatched eyes met his, and a gentle sense of understanding passed between you, transcending words. It was a connection that defied logic and reason, a connection that Fyodor couldn't deny even if he tried.

Without a word, you reached out and placed a hand on his, your touch gentle and reassuring. Fyodor's fingers trembled ever so slightly under your touch, and he couldn't help but lean into it, seeking comfort in your presence.

"You work too hard, Fyodor," you murmured, your voice filled with genuine concern. "You need to take a break every now and then."

He studied you for a moment, "And what would you suggest I do for a break?" he asked, his tone softening. At the moment he could only think about your hands were on his, 'His hands on his'.

You smiled, and it was a sight that never failed to make his heart flutter. "How about a walk?" you suggested. "The night air is crisp, and the stars are beautiful. It might help clear your mind."

Fyodor considered your proposal for a moment before nodding. With you by his side, he felt a sense of calm and tranquillity that he couldn't find anywhere else. As you walked together through the darkened streets, you found yourself in the dimly lit streets of Yokohama, a city teeming with supernatural abilities and mysterious organizations. It was a place where chaos and intrigue coexisted, something you loved, something you rather eradicate.

"Your eyes are quite unique," Fyodor remarked, his voice as smooth as velvet.

You chuckled softly, your heart pounding in your chest. "So are yours."

your heterochromia eyes reflected the city's lights, and Fyodor couldn't help but marvel at the beauty that surrounded him, as he could only think about, 'His eyes are beautiful'

In that moment, he realized that how much you meant to him. Perhaps there was something worth cherishing in the simple act of walking with someone who understood him, someone who saw beyond the darkness that shrouded his soul. He would do anything to give you happiness you deserve.

"The world looks beautiful doesn't it?" You said, humming the tune of your favourite song in between as you hook your arms, swing your arms along with his, walking together.

"Yeah, it does"

"Wouldn't it be utterly delightful to watch it all burn tomorrow?" you whispered, your words dripping with a hint of evilness, as a wicked gleam danced in your eyes.

Fyodor couldn't say anything but hum as a response, a sadistic smile on his face.

As you continued your walk, Fyodor's hand found its way into yours, and your fingers intertwined. In that simple gesture, the two of you found silence and a sense of belonging that neither of you had ever known before.

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dokk-fukuro · 11 months

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Your Relationship [Atsushi Nakajima]

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Atsushi as your friend:

• Open and good-natured young man. You can walk in the parks together in his free time. Sometimes you have to treat him to ochazuke. But it doesn't really bother you;

• You like to spend time in Yokohama's shopping area. This place he knows like all the back of his hand;

• You have a pair of key rings as a token of your friendship, which you bought in one of the small shops in the shopping area. Nothing intricate. It's just a white cat;

• You often exchange experiences in literature, so he marked many new books for himself that he would like to read. Atsushi also gave a couple of his recommendations, calling them "advice";

• Sometimes go to the movies when Nakajima is not busy and you are also free. A young man from that type of people who need to be pulled out “into the light”, because he himself rarely offers anything out of fear that he is being imposed on you;

• Your phone calls are a little awkward;

Atsushi as your boyfriend:

• Restless, but very caring. Because of his fearful personality, Nakajima is always insecure that he deserves your love and the feelings you have for him. He always compares himself to Kunikida or Dazai, whom girls turn to most often;

• At first, he was afraid of your touches, because a conditioned reflex was developed in his head: if they are drawn to him, then they will definitely beat him for something. But secretly, Atsushi loves it when you hug him;

• Was surprised when you weren't intimidated by his ability. It took a lot of effort for the young man not to jump on you;

• Feels embarrassed when you scratch behind his ear, because sometimes he can't help the cat's purring. It breaks out on its own, and Atsushi is not able to control it;

• He's embarrassed to admit it, but Atsushi wants you to be on top of him when it comes to bed. Nakajima likes to see you from above;

Shamefully covering part of his face with his hand, Atsushi furtively looks at you, undressing before him. His heart pounds wildly in his chest as you remove his hand and pull it towards your bare chest.

“Don't be afraid, squeeze it,” you coo, and the young man obediently does it. “So soft,” comes to your ears. Nakajima is very sweet in his embarrassment, and this is what prevents him from talking directly about his dirty fantasy. He really wants you to ride his thighs. “Tell me, tiger cub, what do you want?”

Atsushi is pretty sure you're mocking him. He will never dare to tell you what he has long dreamed of. And you seem to understand his desire, but you continue to tease. You should be ashamed!

“Ri— Ride me,” you squint slyly, pretending not to hear or understand his mutterings, so the young man, taking in more air into his chest, looks with determination into your eyes. “I want you on top!”

It takes you less than a minute to get Nakajima to bed. He almost burns with shame when he sees you getting on his cock. Your pussy hugging it so well. But the sight is so exciting that the young man simply can’t take his eyes off you.

• Grateful for every day you spend together. He also loves when you read to him. Atsushi is comforting;

• Constantly says he loves you on the phone. He needs to hear that you love him back. Just whisper these words in his ear and the young man will melt.

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guacamoleroll · 4 months

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— 𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖒𝖊𝖓 + 𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖎 ₊˚⊹

pairing: atsushi nakajima (bungou stray dogs) x gender-neutral!reader

content warning(s): implied/referenced (avoided) character death, (name) is a dumbass, protective atsushi, implied childhood neglect

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"You've really never made a snowman before, Atsushi?"

Although it wasn't rare to see the crystalline flakes of snow scattered about the cityscape of Yokohama, the area rarely received such dense blankets this early in the winter season. You and Atsushi had been waddling through the streets, attempting to make it to work on time, when a fascinating conversation was brought about.

"I guess I haven't," Atsushi replied, and you couldn't tell whether his cheeks burned from the cold or embarrassment. "They look neat, though."

Your eyes narrowed. "Neat..."

You continued your stroll in silence, and then you spotted a ginormous pile of snow bundled up near an intersection. A sudden idea came to mind, and you rushed across the street without care of traffic to reach it.

"(Name)!" Atsushi was startled, slipping between cars with lightning-fast speed, able to narrowly catch you before you were clipped by a vehicle.

He panted, trying to catch his breath before he shook your shoulders. "What were you thinking?" His palms itched, wiping the anxiety-ridden sweat against his pants. "You could've been killed."

You winced at his volume. "Sorry." Your eyes flickered between him and the pile of snow. "I just wanted to make a snowman with you."

He finally caught your gaze, looking at the snow mountain, and everything clicked. You flinched as he slumped against you, snaking his arms around your waist in uncharacteristic affection for the normally flustered weretiger.

"You're gonna end up giving me a heart attack..."

You both stood there for a moment, unmoving as he calmed his rapidly pounding heart, before he straightened up, his cheeks even more reddened at your proximity as he looked away.

"Now, let's go make that snowman!"

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maeri-ell · 10 months

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Unbound Longing || unrequited love || Fyodor x gn! reader

In the heart of Yokohama, a city steeped in mystery and intrigue, an unlikely connection was about to unfold. Fyodor Dostoevsky, a brooding and complex soul, found himself drawn to the city's enigmatic energy. Little did he know that his path would cross with that of Y/N, a young and vibrant individual whose world was about to be turned upside down.

One evening, as Y/N wandered through the dimly lit streets, lost in the world of their own thoughts, they caught a glimpse of a figure lurking in the shadows. Fyodor, with his melancholic aura, observed Y/N from afar, his penetrating gaze filled with a mixture of curiosity and detachment.

As fate would have it, their paths crossed at a desolate park, where Fyodor often sought solace in solitude. Y/N, captivated by the enigmatic air surrounding Fyodor, approached cautiously, their heart pounding with anticipation.

"Excuse me," Y/N uttered, their voice barely above a whisper. Fyodor turned, his expression cold and distant, yet something about Y/N's presence intrigued him.

Their conversations began hesitantly, with Y/N attempting to unravel the depths of Fyodor's mind. But as the days turned into weeks, Y/N's affection for Fyodor grew deeper, while Fyodor's detachment remained unchanged.

Y/N shared their dreams and aspirations, their love for literature, and their yearning for a connection that could transcend the ordinary. They saw in Fyodor a kindred spirit, an enigma waiting to be understood. But despite their efforts, Fyodor remained closed off, unwilling to reciprocate the affection that grew within Y/N's heart.

Y/N's love became a one-sided symphony, with each note echoing into an abyss of unrequited emotions. Fyodor, torn between his own demons and his inability to grasp the concept of love, withdrew further into his fortress of detachment.

In the depths of their despair, Y/N clung to the flickering hope that someday Fyodor would open his heart. They found solace in the fragments of Fyodor's words, searching for hidden meanings and glimpses of affection. But as time passed, Y/N began to realize that love, in its purest form, cannot be forced or coerced.

Their encounters became less frequent, their conversations dwindled, and Y/N found themselves walking alone through the streets of Yokohama, the weight of unrequited love heavy upon their shoulders. Yet, the experience had changed Y/N in profound ways. They had learned the bittersweet lessons of love's difficulties and the strength that can be found in vulnerability.

Fyodor, forever locked in his self-imposed isolation, remained a distant figure in Y/N's memory. They carried the scars of unreciprocated affection, but they also carried the resilience to grow and heal.

In the end, their love story remained an unfinished chapter, a reminder that sometimes the heart yearns for what it cannot have. Y/N emerged from the depths of unrequited love with a newfound understanding of the intricacies of human connections, forever carrying a piece of Fyodor's enigmatic soul within them.

As the years passed, Y/N's heart would heal, finding love and solace in the arms of those who could reciprocate their affection. And while Fyodor Dostoevsky remained a haunting memory, forever etched in the annals of their past, Y/N moved forward, embracing the beauty of a love that could be fully realized and cherished.

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yokohamapound · 8 months

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POV: You're Fyodor's perfect little housewife and I've been playing with @honeydazai's Husband Fyodor bot way too much. This is Vee's fault. And @amostimprobabledream too, now that I think about it.

Characters: Fyodor Dostoevsky

Contents: afab!reader, femme clothing, gendered terms "wife", "girl", NSFW, controlling relationship, dom-sub themes, sex toys

Fyodor Dostoevsky

The bubbling hiss of sauce simmering in the pan covers the sound of Fyodor's return. Steam from the stovetop billows in warm, savoury clouds against your face whilst you prepare supper. You've twisted your hair up off your neck to keep it out of the way, but little strands escape to curl damply against your forehead and around your ears.

He closes the front door behind him with care, sliding the bolt home. He leaves his coat hanging on the wrought-iron stand by the door, his ushanka on the hallway table. Silent footsteps proceed along the hall, following the delicious smells drifting from the kitchen.

Fyodor likes to sneak in sometimes, mostly for his own amusement. He wants to see what his little myshka gets up to while he isn't home, and more importantly, it keeps you on your toes. You'll never know exactly when he might simply walk into a room or appear behind you, so it behoves you to be the ideal little housewife at all times. It is a role you've taken to whole-heartedly.

Today, Fyodor is treated to the sight of you standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner in anticipation of his imminent return. His sharp violet gaze is heavy lidded as he takes in the vulnerable arch of the back of your neck, a single tendril of hair lying against your nape where it has escaped your chignon.

An apron edged in frills has been tied over your dress du jour—white today, with a tight bodice and a skirt that flares out over your hips, stopping in a froth of silk midway down your thighs.

And then...then there are the stockings that sheathe your legs in gossamer-thin silk, lace tops clinging lovingly to your thighs. Your legs are turned out beautifully thanks to the high heels that keep you ever so slightly off balance, like a newborn fawn—graceful and lovely and oh, so vulnerable.

That isn't the only thing keeping you off balance, of course. Fyodor is a chessmaster. He always has more than one avenue of attack.

Fyodor reaches into his pocket.

His long fingers curl around a small, rectangular device. It's deceptively simple, just a little black box, with two buttons and a dial. His thumb brushes the dial, nudging it up a few notches.

The effect is immediate.

A gasp echoes through the expansive kitchen. You stiffen in place, clamping your soft thighs together. Your hands fumble, grip the counter, and your head droops like a wilting flower. Fyodor's smile widens, his eyes darkening as he twists the dial higher, knowing exactly what it will mean for you.

You see, under that pretty little dress of yours, there's a pair of panties in the same lace, bridal-white, that matches your stockings. He knows, because he picked them out for you this morning, then slipped a special little reminder inside them, with the express order that it not be removed.

A paired device nestles up against your swollen, aching clit, buzzing and vibrating without cease. Poor thing, you've had to endure it all day, through all of your chores and wifely duties, the intensity subject to Fyodor's whim, the patterns erratic so it can never be ignored.

This new wave pulses through you, heat coiling along your spine as you rock your hips, trying desperately for release. Unaware your tormenter is standing a few feet away behind you, enjoying your predicament. The beastly little vibrator shudders against you, humming on and off, kept in place by the sodden lace and the weight of Fyodor's authority.

"Careful." Fyodor's richly-accented, amused voice lilts through the kitchen. "Don't let the dinner burn, darling."

Your head snaps up. You go to turn around, but he merely pushes the intensity up some more until you can hardly stand. All you can do is tremble, leaning your weight on your arms where they rest on the polished countertop.

"W-Welcome home, Fedya," you manage, your voice shaking. It wouldn't do to forget your manners, no matter the torment he's inflicting on you. You wouldn't want to make him decide you need...correcting. "I..."

"Such a good, obedient wife," your husband, your master, muses. "Dinner almost on the table as soon as I get home. It smells delicious, my love."

"Th-thank—"

Before you can do anything else, you find yourself penned in against the countertop. Fyodor's hands planted either side of you, his breath warming the back of your neck.

"There is something else I have an appetite for, before dinner," he says, his voice low, smoky, in your ear. "I think you can satisfy both, darling."

The word 'darling' is punctuated by a kiss, cool lips pressing to the top of your spine, revealed where the neckline of your dress dips a little at the back.

"I trust you don't object, myshka?"

Not only do you know better than to deny him, your body is all but begging for release. All day you've been kept on the edge, a fraction of an inch from toppling over into sweet, carnal bliss, only to be denied at the last instant as the toy shuts off or changes pattern. You know better than to take matters into your own hands. Even if he's busy with work, Fyodor will know.

He may not truly have a god complex, but he has you convinced of his omnipotence.

You bob your head, an obedient, jerky nod. Fyodor lets out a low, satisfied hum.

"Good girl," he says.

He reaches out a hand and flicks the stove off. He doesn't want you to move from where you are, so perfectly positioned for him, but he doesn't want to spoil all your hard work by letting the dinner burn. How thoughtful he is.

Fingertips brush against the backs of your thighs, the touch bordering on icy through the fragile lace. Fyodor traces the backs of his fingers down the sleek line of your thigh, causing the limb to shake.

Or it might be the incessant pressure against your clit, the syncopated buzzing that makes heat pulse low through your belly. A soft, needy sound leaves you, one that makes him chuckle. Fyodor’s hand slips between your thighs, tracing along the lace of your underwear. You jolt, which only forces you against the vibrator again.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. Look at you, his poor darling, with nowhere to move that won’t cause you more pleasure.

Slender fingers stroke your slit through the soaked fabric, fingertips tapping against the toy, pushing it against you just that little bit more. Gripping the edge of the counter, it’s all you can do to keep your footing. Heat simmers underneath your skin with nowhere to go. Restless, you ache, you crave.

“Tell me, my darling,” Fyodor intones, his voice right by your ear, his breath tickling your cheek. “How has your day been? Did you like my little love token?”

He brushes aside that straying tendril of hair to kiss your throat, lips pressing against where your pulse races just beneath the thin, vulnerable skin. He can feel your voice reverberate through your throat as you utter one, obedient syllable.

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he all but purrs. “I hope it made you feel appreciated.” An amused hum. “But now your husband would like some appreciation in return. What do you say?”

It doesn’t matter what you say, because his solid form presses into you from behind. While not the most physically imposing man, he holds a power and gravitas that is more than enough to pin you in place when combined with his superior height. You’re far too much Fyodor’s darling little wife to try and wriggle away.

Fyodor’s excited breath tickles the back of your neck. Long fingers slip into your underwear, stroking your soaked core. A delicate touch, at odds with the insistent, mechanical pressure against your clit. He tugs the lace aside.

The blunt head of his cock slides against you, brushing against your slit, teasing the vibrator still trapped against that throbbing bundle of nerves.

“Please…” A needy whine. Perfectly pathetic, and exactly what he wants.

“Well, when you ask so sweetly…”

Fyodor’s cock slips inside you in a single slick, smooth thrust. He plunges in slow, letting himself indulge in how your walls part along his length, twitching and rippling from the constant stimulation you’ve had to endure. He laughs, an edge of a moan in the sound.

“Absolutely divine,” he says, low, husky. “Dorogaya.”

Thus you find yourself, teetering in your heels, skirt flipped up at the back, bent over the kitchen counter with your devilish husband’s cock stretching your core.

Fyodor sees no need to hold himself back or give you time to adjust. You’re more than ready for him, slick glistening on the insides of your thighs. You need this. You deserve this, for being so well behaved.

His thrusts are deep, rhythmic. Slow at first, to force you to feel every inch as it glides in and out of you, to prolong that moment of desperation before you get what you really want. You can’t see his face, but you know exactly what his expression will be. His eyes eyes hooded, a self-satisfied smirk pulling at his mouth. Completely sure of his own power and delighted with his possession.

Every push of his hips presses your clit against the vibrator, until it throbs and burns with the constant stimulation. You can feel it now, that hollowness in the pit of your stomach, the tightness in the small of your back. So close you can taste it.

Fyodor’s hand wraps around your throat. Not a tight grip, just holding it, caressing your vulnerable neck with his fingertips. His lips brush your ear, cool against your feverish skin.

“Perhaps I should leave you little gifts more often, if this is how I am to be received when I come home.”

The only answer Fyodor receives is a wordless whine. His free hand settles on your waist, pushing you down, folding your torso down against the cool marble, as he claims what he wants. Taking you in the kitchen that you work so hard in. Why shouldn’t it be the scene of your reward, as well?

Faster now, cock barrelling back into you with each thrust as he abandons showmanship for the sheer, hedonistic pleasure of taking what’s his, of using you for his own gratification when yours is already guaranteed. The sound of his low, laboured breaths mix with your gasps and squeals, with the muffled thump of your hips against the countertop, with the steady buzz against your clit.

His thumb touches the dial, pushing it to an extent that leaves you bucking. Your voice is hoarse, your body shuddering with overstimulation and desperation as Fyodor fucks you to his heart’s content.

All day. All day with that goddamned thing teasing and torturing you, and now this? It’s too much for anyone to take, and Fyodor knows that all too well. He could have predicted down to the second you would let loose a ragged moan. He hisses with pleasure as your cunt contracts around him, your hips bucking, accidentally fucking yourself on him as you ride out the waves of release.

The force of it steals the breath from you, leaving you weak and boneless, upper body draped across the counter, barely able to feel your legs. Fyodor’s final thrust plunges deep, sinking his cock as far it’ll go, his seed pouring into you.

He lets out a soft, condescending laugh at the mess he’s made of you. Your hair falling from its style, your skin dewy with sweat, dress rumpled, his cum slowly dripping out of you. He pulls your chin up, turning your head so he can give you a kiss.

“I’ll take dinner in my study, darling.”

He leaves you to compose yourself before you resume dinner preparations. You lay there a moment, listening to the sound of his footsteps die away. Slowly, you pick yourself up, still shaking as you tug your dress and underwear back into place. Taking the time and the reflection in the teapot to tidy your hair, dab away the sweat, refresh your lipstick.

You almost drop your lipstick as something jolts you. The fucking vibrator, right where he left it. A soft hum now, just enough to stimulate your clit, to make you aware of it. With unsteady steps, you go to fetch the plates, wondering what will await you in the study.

He’s not done with you yet.

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ichijager13 · 1 year

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Without you

Pairing : Odasaku x reader

Rate : general audience

A futur time line where Dazai is the port mafia boss, Six years time skip since the dark era arc, both me, Dazai and reader need a hug, domestic fluff, grief, trying to start all over again.

Summary: After three years, Reader meets Dazai, her lover's friend at the cemetery.

Word count: 5K

A/N: What can I say other then that this one broke my heart to pieces... Enjoy reading.

This is a rewrite of something I bulished months ago on AO3 (I made it angstier...)

Also, I would like to thank each one of you for the support you are giving me ❤️

A sleepy smile spread across your lips when you felt him pressing tender kisses along your bare shoulders. You tilted your head to give him more access to the thin skin of your neck. A quiet whimper dropped from you as he grazed your warm skin with his sharp teeth.

You rolled to your side and brushed your lips against his. "Good morning". you whispered combing your fingers with soft and short red locks.

"Good morning, my love". he breathed against your lips. his arms brought you closer while his lips moved oh so gently against yours.

Early mornings, sleepy cuddles, soft and long kisses, books scattered in every corner of your apartment, the appealing smell of curry, warm smiles, soft red locks underneath your fingers, giggles of the kids, tight hugs, and endless happiness. Things you had to live without since that day. things that disappeared from your life with him.

You slipped your shoes on and checked once again for your phone and wallet before you closed the door behind you.

"I love this city". You hummed feeling your lover's warm embrace. "I can't see myself living somewhere else like I can't imagine myself being with someone else but you". Your head rested on his shoulder while your grip around his body tightened. Soft lips pressed to your temple; you close your eyes before you follow. "Promise me you'll never leave and that we'll grow old together under the sky of this town".

The sound of the kids echoed in your ears while you remained there, standing on your balcony watching the sun slowly set, pressed against each other.

After almost three years you moved back to Yokohama, his hometown, the only place where you belong. After three long years, you are finally able to breathe the same air he once breathed. You finally went back to your apartment.

You frowned when you checked the caller's ID, you left the teacher's room to take it.

"You need to come as soon as possible". Dazai's desperate voice spoke as soon as you picked up. "He has been severely injured; I'll send someone to get you". Your heart pounded violently against your ribcage. Without a word, you hung up went back inside grabbed your stuff, and left. You remained silent during the whole ride.

It was another Saturday morning; the kids were at your mother's place. On your way to the cemetery; you stopped to get a bouquet of fresh daisies.

Ever since that fatidic day six years ago, you never missed your weekly date with your lover. You would sit there with your back leaning against his tombstone and babble about stuff. Your lectures, current read, what's on your mind, and recently about the kids.

You stepped out of the car before it fully stopped and ran inside the building. It was a little bit dark but you could make out the contours of Dazai's frail figure hugging a body. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized whose body it was.

"My love". you clutched your hands to your mouth falling to your knees next to him. with gleaming eyes, you watched his hand falling off Dazai's face. With the last bits of strength, he had, he managed to take off the bandages covering the teenage port mafia executor's face.

You kneeled in front of the gravestone and pressed your lips to the letters forming his name. "Good morning, my beloved". You greeted before sitting down.

"Daisies?" you frowned watching the man you love making a flower crown. Your question was met with a quiet hum as a response. "Why though?"

"'Cause, it reminds me of you". He answered placing the now finished crown on top of your head. "They're cheerful and seeing them makes me feel at peace". His hand ran across your face before it rested against your jawline cupping it softly. "So delicate yet standing tall and with grace". Your eyelids fluttered shut as you absorbed his words. "With a pure heart radiating kindness like the sun radiating its light". A shy smile made its way across your lips. "So beautiful and gentle". He inched closer before capturing your lips.

"Sorry, I'm late". You rested your head on the cold gray marble. "I didn't find fresh daisies at the shop in our neighborhood, so I had to go elsewhere".

"And what kind of writer do you want to be?" Your eyebrows shot up in amusement. You took your time studying the handsome man sitting across from you. tall, tanned skin, vacant blue eyes, and unshaved shin.

With his eyes still fixed on his eventually cold cup of coffee, he answered. "The one that offers life". You chewed on your cheek to prevent the smile threatening to blossom.

That was the moment you fell hopelessly and helplessly in love with him.

Your eyes gazed at the clear blue sky. "Spring break is about to end," you breathed. "This year I will have freshmen and juniors. I can't wait to meet them". Your voice was soft yet filled with excitement. "I have already prepared a list of the books that I want to make them discover".

"Junichi, my dear, say hi to Asami". You squeezed his shoulder encouraging your five-year-old kid. "She's going to live with us, she will be your little sister".

A pair of dark, big eyes stared at you before they drifted to the young girl. "My sister?" He whispered. "I can play with her?" His eyes gleamed with excitement and brought you joy.

"Of course, my dear". you nodded.

"Things are fine, the kids are growing up fast. Junichi is obsessed with his new sister. They grew attached to each other during the past two months. Asami is a sweetheart; you would've gotten along so well and make me feel jealous". You let out a short laugh. "She loves reading too, she refuses to go to sleep unless I read her a story. And sometimes, Junichi volunteers to read for her. It's fascinating how fast he learns. He is getting better at reading and writing". Your smile grew wider when you remembered your children. "Oh, and he wants to learn to play chess, I bought him one yesterday. You should've seen the look in his eyes when he unwrapped it. He'll be turning 6 next month".

"I'm home". His deep monotone voice reached you from the house entrance before he stepped into the kitchen. "Curry?"

"Flavorful and spicy exactly how my man prefers it". you chanted before your lips met.

"What a lucky man". He commented once the kiss ended. "The house is suspiciously calm". he susurrated face still an inch away from yours. "Where are they?"

"Their room, I asked them to do their math assignments". You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. "Let us enjoy this calm a little". You whispered against his lips. but what the kids didn't notice was the subtle nod and glance exposing their places to the man in your arms.

Before they could move, he jumped pulling Sakura from behind the door. "One down". Followed by Yu and Katsumi who were hiding under the dining table. "Three".

"It's not fear! You cheated". Shinji rumbled when you glanced at the balcony where he was hiding. "You weren't supposed to help him!" He glared at you.

Your eyes narrowed. "I did exactly what you asked me to do". You pleaded. "I was trying to distract him so that you can take him down". You were doing your best to stifle your laughter.

Meanwhile, Kosuke was debating to break free from the redhead's grip. "And the last one is down". He spoke before setting the kid next to the others. "Giving up?" He inquired. He glanced at you and you joined them on the floor. "Seems like your ally surrendered".

He glanced at each one of you before he shrugged. "I guess I have to use some mafia-style torture". And he squeezed Yu's cheeks before pulling them gently. "So?" He glanced at the others before he kneeled in front of you. "Your ally is next". He wiggled his fingers. "She can't resist this one, are you willing to sacrifice her?"

"Don't!" you squeaked when his fingers touched your sides. "Kosuke, Katsumi please help". You cried when he closed his mouth around your nape. "No, not-not in front of the kids".

You took a deep, shaky breath. "I wish they had the chance to know you. I'm pretty sure they would've loved you".

"Can I remove it now?" you asked when the door clicked open. Seconds later, the darkness started vanishing as he uncovered your eyes. You blinked chasing away the blurry veil that coated your eyes before taking in the lovely sight offered to you. The spacious room was managed into a children's bedroom. "This is so beautiful". You gasped. "You did this?" You asked and he bobbed his head.

"The house is still exactly like you left it; the kids love it. I finally fixed the blue closet, the one you painted clouds and a sun on for the kids. I asked the school's art teacher to reproduce the same drawing and she did an excellent job".

"Look she's here". Dazai mourned. "Open your eyes Odasaku, you can't leave, not yet". He cried.

"My love". his voice was husky and barely audible. "I'm sorry, I won't be able to keep my promises". Tears flooded as you shook your head. "I can't write it…". he winced when he felt one of your tears rolling down his face. "I can no longer write a story". You pressed his head to your chest as silent tears continued streaming down your flushed cheeks. "I wish I could grow old with you and watch our kids live a happy and peaceful life. I'm… I'm sorry".

"Sakunosuke". Your voice broke when you called his name. through half-lidded eyes, the once cold and empty blue eyes stared at you with love. "You still can write one". You managed to gulp. "Up there, just make sure to save a copy for me, my beloved". He reached a shaking hand to brush away your tears.

"I'm sorry". He mumbled. "I…". he took a deep breath. "I fell in love with you the moment you smiled at me. It wasn't until I saw your smile that I understood the importance of life. Please, I want to see your beautiful smile. One last time". A relieved sigh left his pained chest when your lips quired up. "I love you".

"I love you too and I'll always will". You breathed before pressing your lips to his. When you pulled back, he was already gone, a soft smile adorning his pale face. You buried your face in his chest breathing in the familiar comforting smell. A wounded cry left your heaving chest as you mourned the love of your life.

You didn't notice Dazai's absence until he patted your shoulder. "Let's go". He spoke looking down. You covered his body with your scarf and followed the young port mafia member after you glanced one last time at the corpse of the man you love.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "I miss you, Sakunosuke". A single tear rolled down your cheek. "I hope you and the kids are happier up there and that you finally got to write a story. Please, save a copy for me, darling. Tell the kids I love them and that I always pray for them, I pray for all of you. Please, watch over us and give me the strength I need to raise them well". You buried your face in your hands sobbing quietly. Images from your dates, late-night conversations, picnics with the kids, and early-morning cuddles flashed in front of you.

You were laying on your back in the middle of the empty room with your lover’s head resting on your bare stomach.

You couldn’t hide your surprise when you found him waiting for you near the high school where you teach at the end of the day.

“Hi darling”. He greeted before printing a kiss on your forehead. “I have a surprise for you, come with me”.

After a twenty minutes’ walk you found yourself standing in front of an apartment complex. Puzzled, you glanced at him waiting for an explanation. He opened the door and turned to you. “Welcome home, my love”. your mouth dropped.

After visiting every room and talking about how you want to decorate each corner of the house, you made love in the middle of what’s going to be your bedroom. Your digits were buried in his hair, scratching his skull gently.

Feeling your body shivering underneath his body, he moved, resting your head on top of his chest and covering your body with a blanket. His heartbeats and the warmth radiating from his body lulled you to sleep.

Not a day passed without you wandering through those memories. Even though he’s no longer a part of this world, it almost felt like he never left. He was everywhere you looked, smiling at you and guiding your steps leading you out of the darkness surrounding you. but almosts are never enough. It wasn't enough to ease your pain. That alone couldn't fill the void he left behind him and that consumed you slowly. before you adopted Junichi and Asami your life was a living hell, a hell you dragged your previous companion into.

It was a Saturday morning; the kids were still asleep. You were enjoying the calm while sipping coffee and reading your book. You were so immersed in the story you didn’t notice his presence until he pecked your temple.

You looked up offering him your brightest smile. Your lips met once he set his cup of coffee and took a place next to you. the kiss was sweet and short and was followed by another one longer. He slipped a hand to grip your hip as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. One of your hands was pressed against his toned torso while the other was wrapped around his shoulder. You continued exchanging kisses pulling away only when you felt dizzy due to the lack of oxygen. Before you knew it, you were sitting on his lap, soft kisses growing sloppier and messier.

Tears finally dry, you felt a cold hand tapping your shoulder. "So, it's been you all along".

"Dazai". You breathed recognizing your lover's friend's voice. Your eyes were met with a thin smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Here, I'm sure he hates seeing his sweetheart crying". He handed you a tissue. "So, the rumors were true. you did move back to Yokohama".

"Yes, I came back home a year ago". You whipped your tears before offering him a place to sit beside you.

He leaned against the gravestone as his eyes wandered around before focusing on you. "And how are you doing?" He inquired.

"I'm doing well. I have two kids, a six years old boy named Junichi. We have been living together for a year now. And a two years old girl, Asami, who joined our family two months prior. Just like him, they both love reading". You beamed caressing his name.

"Ah, you adopted them". A faint smile tugged up his mouth when you nodded. "Wouldn't expect less from Odasaku's girl".

"No, no, no, please stay with me. please, don't leave like your father. Please, I beg of you, stay". You fell to the floor sobbing hysterically as the crimson pool underneath you grew bigger.

"Yes, I lost the baby months after Saku's death". A veil of sadness draped your eyes when you remembered that particular may night. "I believe he chose to join his father". Not knowing how to respond he rubbed your back up and down.

"And where are you staying with the kids?" He asked once you regained composure.

"Our house". You replied smiling.

"You… you kept it?"

"Of course, I did. You think we would've still lived in there if he was still among us?"

"I highly doubt it since you would've had about 10 kids, plus me". He said laughing, you joined him.

"How about you Dazai? How are you doing?"

"Quite busy since I became the port mafia boss". Noticing the surprised look, he changed the subject. "Can I offer you a coffee?"

"How about you come home and have lunch with us". You cooed, hesitating as he rubbed the back of his head. "The kids will be home by noon. I'm pretty sure they would be happy to meet you". you added in order to convince him. "Please, Dazai it's been a long time since I cooked for you".

"No spicy food". He rose his hand.

“Why do you always have to add so much spices”. The dark-haired boy whined. “that’s the only thing I can taste”.

“I’m sorry, Sakunosuke didn’t tell me you were coming. Here, this will help”. You handed him a glass of milk. “I’ll make you something not spicy, just a second”. You held your finger before going through the fridge.

"No spicy food". You promised. You pressed your lips to his name before murmuring. "See you next week, my love".

During the drive home, Dazai told you about how he left the armed detective agency and became the port mafia's boss.

Entering the apartment, a couple of souvenirs crossed Dazai's mind. "It still feels the same". He mumbled before he followed you inside.

"The kids will be thrilled when they see you. they feel a bit lonely since we don't receive many visitors". You spoke while putting on your apron. "How about some miso soup, rice balls, and grilled salmon?" You inquired.

"As long as it's not too spicy".

"I don't cook spicy food anymore". You mumbled, noticing Dazai's pale expression you added in a more cheerful tone. "Want some sake?"

"Yes, please". He smiled sheepishly. "Would it be rude if I ask you what happened with your boyfriend?" he inquired a while later.

"Oh, Yushimasa". You let out looking down, you felt your cheeks' temperature rising as you busied yourself with dicing the vegetables. "He said he has no chance of beating a dead man and that he is tired of trying".

"He knew". Dazai gasped, eyebrows quirked.

You nodded. "I never knew about it but he once followed me to the cemetery". You started cutting the fish. "He kept everything to himself until that day. I was making launch when he came into the kitchen looking as if he was leading a rough battle. It was a Saturday noon, and as usual, I visited Sakunosuke. So, he came in and said that our story reminds him of a western song and then told me everything". You glanced at the dark-haired man sitting on the other side of the countertop.

A worn-out sigh left your lips, this looks nothing like the curry you used to make. You were stirring the content of the pot when you heard your partner clear his throat.

"It will be ready soon, could you please set the table?" you asked.

"There's a song I want you to listen to. It, pretty much sums up our story". Confused you asked him to play it before started making a salad.

I am everything you want

I am everything you need

I am everything inside of you

That you wish you could be

I say all the right things

At exactly the right time

But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why

The lyrics echoed in the kitchen. Startled you throw looks his way; he was sitting by the dining table smoking calmly, only his shaking hands betrayed how nervous he was. "There's no use in hiding it anymore, I know about him". he spoke when the melody finally faded. "I understand why you always sound off and you never look me in the eyes when we make love. I know where your mind wanders when we are together. I realize why you never told me you love me”. he paused, eyes looking anywhere but at you. “for a long time, I mistook whatever you felt toward me for love. I somehow convinced myself that it's your shy nature that is keeping you from verbalizing your feeling and being more demonstrative". He took a long drag before he continued. "I didn't want to rush you or make you feel uncomfortable around me. so, I sat and waited patiently for you to overcome whatever was keeping you from loving me properly". He ran a hand across his face before taking another drag. "But then a friend told me that maybe you were having an affair. I laughed at him at first and said he is being ridiculous. But there was this Saturday morning thing. You always go out around the same time without saying where you are heading. And you never asked me to accompany you". you ceased moving and stood still listening to him. "I'm sorry but I couldn't take it anymore so I followed you". a bitter laugh left his chest. "I know I shouldn't do such a thing but… There were lots of questions and they were eating me alive. I had to know, I had to". His eyes trailed on your frozen figure before he dragged them away. "I had to know what was keeping us -what's keeping you- from being happy". He squeezed his eyes shut breathing in the nicotine before he resumed. "And there you were sitting next to his grave crying with your head resting against the tombstone".

"You never stopped loving him, didn't you?" Dazai's voice brought you back to the present time.

"I think you are best fitted to know that Sakunosuke is the kind of person who marks your heart and soul forever".

He took one last drag before crashing his cigarette. "I was a fool for believing that if I showed you how much I love and care for you, you might end up forgetting him. I never had a chance, since the very start". He looked up at you, a pained smile on his face. "I was being selfish. Forcing you to keep on doing this, expecting things from you when I knew your heart belongs to someone else. I can't do this any longer. I can't ignore his presence anymore. I can't pretend I don't see it in your eyes". Another dry chuckle left his quivering lips. "You never stopped loving him, not once. And I know I can't compete with him. I can never win your heart. I have already packed my stuff. I'll leave after launch. I would love to share one last meal with you if it doesn't bother you".

"Of course, I still love him and will always do. How can I forget what is inked in my soul? It has always been him and it always will be".

"What happened next?"

"Well, he said he is tired of pretending to be oblivious and not understanding that my heart belongs to someone else. He said that when he saw me crying and talking to the gravestone, he put two and two together and understood everything". You closed your eyes letting your souvenirs submerge you.

"There's no need to". These were the first words that came out of you. and for a split second, relief washed over him before he heard your next words. "I have a place to go to. A home back at Yokohama". The way his face twitched in pain crushed your soul. you could've sworn you heard his heart crack when those words dropped from you and you hated yourself for putting him through this.

"He kindly offered to move out and leave me the house. But I refused, I told him I already have a place I call home and that I'm going back there. I believe he made the right choice and I’m thankful to him". You smiled at the tall brunette. "I was finally able to breathe again and to continue to cherish my beloved's memory without feeling guilty. For the first time in years, I felt free. I was finally able to stop pretending and stop faking smiles. During three years, I had to pretend that I was happy, that that was the life I wanted to live, and that seeing how miserable he was because of me wasn't killing me. You know I can still feel his presence around me. Saku never left me, he is still here looking after me and our children". Noticing Dazai's puzzled expression you explained. "I never removed my name from the family registry. And when I adopted the kids, I added them there. so, officially they are Junichi and Asami Oda".

"I'm sorry you had to deal with all of this". Dazai spoke. "But why you never asked for my help?" A soft smile break through your face. Dazai has always held a special place in your heart. "You can always come for me if you or one of the kids need anything. I would be more than happy to help Odasaku's family".

"I know Dazai, I know. But you were going through a lot and I didn't want to bother you".

"Ah, ah, aaaah easy with that". He squealed; his reaction brought you pleasant memories. You remembered his flushed face each time you invited him when Odasaku did the cooking. You would listen to him going about how he always gets on chuuya's nerves. Just like Odasaku, you always enjoy Dazai's storytelling. You have always wished you could do more to help him. for both you and Odasaku, Dazai is like a son.

"Don't worry these are not spicy". You reassured him. "The kids will be here anytime soon". You added when you glanced at the clock on the wall. Like they were listening, the sound of the doorbell resonated in the house. "Hi babies, we have a guest today. Junichi darling, go greet uncle Dazai after you wash your hands". You took Asami from your sister. "Do you want to come in? I made a cake this morning". you asked her.

"Sorry, I have to go grocery shopping. Maybe next time?" She pressed a loving kiss on the tip of your daughter's nose before she left. Going back inside you found Dazai and your son have already become friends.

"Meet Asami Oda". You spoke in a cheerful voice which caused Dazai to smile fondly. "Do you want to hold her? It will be alright, just follow my instructions". You tried to encourage him when his eyes narrowed in worry.

"Please Odasaku don't kill me if I drop her". He mumbled holding your baby. "At least, do it gently". His last words made you laugh so hard.

"Place a hand behind her back. Like that. See, I told you it's easy". When his eyes met your child's, she smiled and him before ruffling his soft locks. "Apparently, she loves you. make sure you don't break her heart". You taunted.

"I sure won't. no one wants to deal with an angry Odasaku". He joked.

He was bumping the young girl when you spoke. "Be nice to him baby girl, he's papa's dear friend". he felt his heart stop when you refer to Odasaku as the father of your kids. Looking at you, he realized that if anyone was suffering from his friend's absence more than him, that person must be you.

"Mama, can I show uncle Dazai my chess game?" Junichi asked tucking at your apron.

"Of course, darling. Do you know where it is?" He nodded visibly happy before running to get it. "Careful not to fall". You called for him. "You sure are popular among the Oda's". you commented. "Try to come more often, please. I'm sure that will make both of them happy, especially him. He needs a masculine presence and another person telling him stories about the father he didn't have the chance to know". Your eyes swam with tears. "You are always welcome here, Dazai".

"I would love to. I have plenty of stories to tell about Odasaku". He took a sip from his sake. "What about Ango? Have you seen him?"

"We are in touch. He paid me a visit when he heard I was back and helped register the kids under Saku's name. he took care of all the formalities and helped me find a job but he never met the kids. You are the only one from Sakunosuke's friends and acquaintances who did". You took Asami from him and put her in her play space. "There you go". You patted her head before taking a place by the countertop. You took a sip from the tea you made and stared at him for a while. "I'm glad you took off the bandages that were covering your face. You have a beautiful face don't hide it again".

"If it helps find a beautiful girl who is willing to commit double suicide with me, I won't". you stifled a laugh. "Do you intend to stay here?" you nodded. After a brief silence, he called your name. "I never told this to Odasaku… but you are the parents I always wished I had". His words brought you tears. you reached your hands and squeezed his.

You still remember the day Odasaku told you about the kind of life Dazai has and it broke your heart to pieces. With a flushed face and soaked with tears, you asked your lover many times to convince him to come live with you which he did, on many occasions but Dazai refused each time.

"I already consider you as their old brother, we always did -Saku and I- that's why I want them to get to know you. just no talking about the new technics you discover around them, okay?" you winked.

"I promise". He rose his hand. he waited until the kid was out of earshot. "I miss him too. I'm sorry I couldn't save him. I'm sorry I didn't stop him. if only I arrived minutes earlier".

"It's not your fault, I mean it. don't blame yourself for something you haven't done. I don't think he would appreciate you doing it, and I don't appreciate either. continue doing good things as he asked you, and continue helping make the world a better place". You gently caressed his hair putting on a brave smile. "And honor his memory".

After Dazai left in the afternoon, you addressed a silent prayer and asked for him to be relieved of the heavy burden he carries. you prayed that one day the sad boy covered with bandages finally finds happiness. the same kind of happiness you felt beside your lover. You kneeled and prayed for Odasaku and the kids' souls, you prayed for Junichi and Asami and you prayed for more strength and courage to keep on living in a world without the man you love.

#odasaku x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs odasaku #Dazai Osamu #bsd fanfic #Oda Sakunosuke #bsd odasaku #dark era bsd #port mafia boss dazai #bsd

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"Hello," someone called out.

My eyes opened slowly, I flinched slightly at how bright this *place* was. I sat up after my eyes finally adjusted and took a couple glances around.

*White*

That's all there was just pure unfettered white encasing everything.

"Hello!" the voice said again, making me jump.

I turned around slowly and looked up to see a tall figure standing above me.

I carefully stood up and made eye contact with the entity.

"It's quite rude to ignore me, young one."

"Sorry, I uh- I just- I'm just very confused." I managed to respond. My face felt hot with embarrassment at my stuttering.

"No need to worry, I am going to give you a *small* gift." They seemed to place unnecessary emphasis on small. "I am going to reincarnate you into another wor-"

"Well that's cliche." I interrupted subconsciously. "Sorry, continue."

They seemed to smile at me and then resumed what they were saying.

"I'm going to reincarnate you into a very specific world, one I believe that you will enjoy very much, much more than your original one," they resumed with a warm tone. "It's the world of Bungo Stray Dogs, now would you like anything before I send you off?"

I thought silently for a moment.

"Two things." I held up a couple fingers to them. "To stay my age and to be able to copy and use anyones ability."

The entity stayed quiet for moment, as if lost in deep thought.

"I shall accept your request," they said finally. "Your ability shall be designated, 'what's yours is mine'."

"Thank you." I gave it a low bow.

"Don't worry about it, now off you go," they responded warmly, placing a hand on my head.

My mind went blank and my eyes, dark. I don't think I could hear anything either.

Before I could register anything else, I felt something soft underneath me.

My eyes opened and I seemed to be exactly where that *god* said I would be. I decided to dub that entity a God.

Waves of nostalgia crashed over me as I recognized my surroundings.

I was in Yokohama, a place I had only known from the anime and manga. The wind carried a faint scent of the sea, mingling with the city's clamor.

As I slowly got up, I knew that my adventure in the world of Bungo Stray Dogs was about to begin.

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"I'd like a coffee, please." I smiled, hiding my familiarity with the owner's face.

Without missing a beat, the owner grinned and agreed, "Coming right up!

I nodded and turned around, taking a good look at the cafe. Everything seemed to be the exact same as I remember.

This is the cafe directly under the Armed Detective Agency.

I thought about it quite a bit, where would I fit in more? The A.D.A or Port Mafia?

Most would assume I chose the Armed Detective Agency.

Not quite.

Unfortunately, I'm not exactly *qualified* for the agency's entrance exam.

"Here you are ma'am." I turned around to the cafe owner placing a warm cup of coffee in front of me.

He gave me a warm smile.

"Thank you," I replied, giving him a smile in return.

Right as I was about to pull my cup up to take a sip I heard the door open.

I glanced at the door and saw two *very* familiar faces.

Ranpo and Dazai.

My eyes widened. It truly sunk in that I was truly here in Bungo Stray Dogs.

The people who were completely untangable, are now in the same cafe as me.

"You really are an idiot, Dazai," Ranpo laughed, walking confidently infront of the taller man.

Dazai grinned and agreed following Ranpo to their table.

As they walked past me I avoided eye contact, feeling their eyes burning into my back.

Once they sat down I regained my confidence and got up, my eyes locked on them.

With long, confident strides, I walked over to them; stopping right in front of their table.

My heart was pounding so hard I swore they could hear it.

Ranpo tilted his head, eyeing me with a curious yet smug look. Dazai, giving a quick glance at Ranpo, smiled with a relaxed expression.

"Your Ranpo and Dazai, I believe." I queried whilst attempting to hide the fact that my legs were shaking.

"Who's asking?" Dazai tilted his head slightly, keeping an uncannily relaxed aura.

"I apologize, I should've introduced myself properly." I bowed my head slightly. "I just moved here, my name is Casillas Rayne, but you can just call me Rayne."

"Who cares," Ranpo rolled his eyes, "do you need something, cause you're holding us up."

"Ranpo you need to be more respectful, at least keep quiet if nothing else," Dazai shushed him, glancing at me with an apologetic expression. "Don't mind him, he's not very good at human interactions."

I laughed. "No, no it's fine. I don't mind it at all, I can appreciate his bluntness."

"Yeah, Dazai," Ranpo pouted," you're so rude. "

"Now," Dazai interrupted, turning his attention onto me. "I'd like to know how you know who we are."

I was quiet for a second, not very long but enough for them to notice.

"I heard about you two from someone." I replied, immediately noticing their suspicion.

"No you didn't," Ranpo said instantly afterwards, "huh, that's weird, I can't seem to figure out how you know us."

Dazai eyed me suspiciously for a split second, barely long enough to even notice it.

"Yeah that was kind of a lie," I replied, "but I mean someone did technically tell me about you."

"In any case, I just wanted to greet you; y'know before I become your enemy." I laughed.

Dazai seemed to narrow his eyes.

"Alright well," I smile, "it’s about time for me to leave. Hope you have a nice day."

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"Hey, woah," I said, pulling away from the guards. "Hands off, ya creeps."

They reached toward me with their teeth gritted.

"Stop," I heard a familiar voice call out. "Leave her be."

With one last smug, satisfied glance (which received a couple irritated looks), I turned my gave towards the man who was sitting at a large desk on the other end of the room. He wore a clean, black, expensive looking suit with a red tie casually hanging untied around his neck.

I tilted my head at him, questioningly.

"You tried to casually walk into the Port Mafia's base," He said, his voice was cold and laced with venom. "I'm assuming you knew that though, since you weren't very afraid of the guards." He nodded his head towards the irritated guards on either side of the large doors.

I laughed, "They were strangely weak, what's up with that?" I gave him a quizzical look.

His face seemed to gain a semblance of a smirk.

"Interesting, I suppose I might need to replace them," he replied, his voice no longer sounding cold. "Unfortunately though, they were considered to be the best out of my staff."

"Yikes, I guess anyone can get into the Port Mafia as long they have some semblance of strength." I couldn't help but laugh. "But you don't mean in general, you mean the best out of the foot soldiers."

His eyebrows raised slightly, barely enough for me to notice. "Let's get to the point, shall we?" He replied, eyeing me up and down. "Why exactly are you here, you were seen talking to Detective agency members so you can understand our caution."

"Yeah, 'spose that's fair." I laughed, "I'm here to join your ranks, sir." I placed exaggeration on sir.

"Why should I hire you," he sat up in his chair, looking (somehow) more professional. "This is still a business, you'd at least need a resume." He seemed to be testing me, watching how I react.

"I have a powerful ability and I have information on the Armed detective agency." I eyed him, hoping that would be a good enough response.

"What's your ability then," he questioned, giving a glance to the right.

I followed his gaze, noticing a small, blonde haired girl who was coloring with crayons. "It's called 'what's yours is mine'," I replied, returning my gaze to the older man. "I can copy people's abilities."

He stayed quiet for a moment, thinking.

After a moment he spoke: "And this," he paused, "intel. Where did you get it from."

"I got it myself," I responded, confidently. "However a magician never shares their tricks."

"What is your name?" He stood up, eyeing me seriously, cautiously even.

"Rayne, Casillas Rayne," I replied, lowering my head slightly in respect.

"Rayne, I am Mori Ougi, and now your boss." Mori said, still standing. "Bow, and I shall give you a gift."

I lowered myself, sitting on one knee with my down.

After a moment I felt a large trench coat start to cover my shoulders.

"Stand, girl."

I stood.

"You are now part of the Port Mafia." He said. I could've sworn that the slightest bit of emotion crossed his eyes when they crossed over the coat.

"Thank you, boss." I replied. With a shallow bow I turned to leave.

"Rayne."

I turned around.

"Say an oath to the Port Mafia."

"An oath?" I asked, then it hit me. *Dazai*.

"Yes a promise to stay in the Mafia." He replied, heading back over to his desk.

I nodded, understanding exactly why he asked this of me. I kneeled with a fist over my heart. "I will never leave the Port Mafia and be completely loyal to Mori Ougi." I glanced up at him, silently waiting for his response.

"You may leave."

I nodded, stood, and left.

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"Rayne, right?" The ginger asked, eyeing my coat.

I smiled. "Yep, Nakahara Chuuya, right?"

"You already know my name," Chuuya laughed, "did Mori tell you?"

"Nope."

He tilted his head slightly, giving me a curious look.

"Don't ask," I laugh, "I won't tell."

He shook his head, "Geez you remind me of someone."

"Oh?"

"Yeah an annoying someone."

"I'll take that as a compliment," I smiled, enjoying his reaction.

"I didn't compliment you," he grumbled, "whatever, I got a job from Mori and we're supposed to do it together."

"Oohh~" I replied, "what are we doing?"

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crayonssz · 5 months

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Why didn’t you stop me? - chapter 1 // SKK fic

a/n: first fic in a while + first fic in bsd fandom, this probably sucks ass idk😭😭 full fic will be on ao3, same username

tysm to @zestylemonsz for proofreading!!

“i look for a picture of you to keep in my pocket, but i can’t seem to find one where you look how i remember.” -why didn’t you stop me, mitski

Osamu Dazai walked through the streets of Yokohama, the dark sky providing him with shelter. Moonlight cloaked his body, giving him an almost ethereal glow. His scarred hands were tucked into the pockets of his beige trenchcoat, providing him with sufficient warmth for the time being.

His dark eyes were fixated on a pebble as he kicked it across the pavement. The scraping of the pebble was hypnotic, leading him to zone out until-

“Watch it, asshole!”

Dazai snapped back to reality, looking up.

Brown eyes met blue.

Time seemed to stop. Dazai’s heart was racing, its pounding was the only sound he heard. His hands emerged from his pockets and started scratching any bit of skin that had the misfortune of being exposed. Dazai needed to feel something, anything. Anything to distract him from the man standing silently in front of him. Finally, the silence got to be too much for him.

“Hello, Chuuya.”

Chuuya Nakahara stared up at Dazai, his icy eyes void of any emotion whatsoever. How, Dazai wondered, did they manage to say nothing and everything at all? Dazai didn’t know what he expected. He knew Chuuya would be angry; he had abandoned him, after all. He wasn’t expecting, however, the fist that sent him stumbling back.

Dazai’s head collided with a building, the brick wall causing his vision to blur. The ginger stormed over to him, his expression unreadable. Without warning, he grabbed Dazai’s shirt collar and lifted him up. Dazai inhaled sharply, wincing. “You’ve gotten stronger, Chuuya-“

Chuuya still said nothing. The silence was starting to make Dazai uncomfortable.

“You reek of whiskey.”

No response.

“I like your hat.”

Still nothing.

“Chuuya, say something. Please?”

“What is there to say?”

Chuuya’s voice was filled with anger. For most people, that’s all they would hear. But Dazai wasn’t that naïve. He was able to see beyond Chuuya’s hostile exterior. He heard the anguish hidden in Chuuya’s voice, and it broke him.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Chuuya.” Dazai’s voice was soft.

“Well, you did,” Chuuya snapped. He was still pinning Dazai to the wall, his nails digging into the brunette’s skin.

“I’m sorry.” Dazai frowned. “Can you let me down now?”

Chuuya glared up at him before stepping back, letting Dazai fall to the ground with a thud. “There.”

Dazai got up, groaning softly. The two stood in silence once again.

Plip.

Dazai held his hand up, feeling the drops of rain. It started as a gentle drizzle, but quickly escalated into a downpour. Dazai slipped a bandaged hand into the depths of his pockets, fishing out a collapsible umbrella. He quickly extended it, holding it upright. His eyes met Chuuya’s.

“You want to set your pride aside and ignore it get under?”

Chuuya’s eyes narrowed, and his fists clenched. Rain slid off of his fedora, creating an almost comedic sight.

“C’mon, you’re going to get soaked.”

Chuuya sighed, and stepped forward. His shoes made tiny ripples in the puddles that were starting to form. He stood about a foot away from Dazai, the umbrella only covering about half of his figure.

“Hm.” Dazai frowned.

Suddenly, Dazai’s hand grabbed his waist. He pulled him in, Chuuya’s head colliding with his chest. A muffled yelp could be heard coming from Chuuya, followed by a chuckle from Dazai.

“You little-“

“Shhh.” Dazai smirked, still pressing him against his chest.

Chuuya growled, but didn’t protest. After a minute, Dazai released him. The two were still extremely close in proximity, causing red to bloom across Chuuya’s face.

“Admit it, Chuuya.” Dazai was still smirking, his eyes glinting mischievously.

“Admit what, shithead?” Chuuya crossed his arms, fuming.

“You missed me~” The brunette tapped Chuuya’s nose for emphasis, causing Chuuya to shove him against a wall once more.

Dazai was prepared this time, grabbing Chuuya’s arm and swinging him around, reversing the roles.

Dazai put his hands next to Chuuya’s head, leaning down to reach his height.

The ginger opened his mouth a few times as if to say something, but nothing came out. Dazai did nothing to mask his amusement, chuckling at Chuuya’s flustered state.

“You know what?! Fine. Maybe I did miss your stupid, annoying, dumb face. B-But that doesn’t mean anything! So don’t get any ideas!” The shorter man shouted, the words pouring out of his mouth.

“You love this stupid, annoying, dumb face.” Dazai still stood over Chuuya, enjoying the effect he had on him.

“DO NOT!!”

“Okay, maybe a little.”

Dazai raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, fine. You win. Happy?!”

“Extremely.”

Dazai backed away from Chuuya, extending his hand towards him. Chuuya reluctantly accepted, and Dazai held the umbrella over him once more.

“Come on. You clearly aren’t sober, so I can’t have you going off on your own. With your petite frame, some might mistake you for a lady.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, asshole?!”

Dazai chuckled as he led Chuuya through the streets, making sure to splash him with a puddle every opportunity he got.

“Where’re we going?” Chuuya inquired, his words slurring together.

“My place, of course.”

Chuuya didn’t protest, he was far too tired.

Neither of them said anything for a few minutes, until Chuuya decided to ask what had been on his mind since his partner’s desertion from the Port Mafia.

“Dazai?”

“Hm?”

“How long will you continue to break my heart?”

Dazai froze, unsure how to answer. He looked down at Chuuya, the drunken flush in his cheeks not unnoticed. The moon and street lights illuminated Chuuya’s pouting face. Dazai was surprised by his vulnerability, and he wanted to give him an answer. He deserved one.

“As long as you allow me to.”

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are open but are you totally ok? but I had a request. vampire dazai!x fem reader . take ur time to write it.if u don't want to just dm me

Hiiii neko! Welcome back :) and yep, it's fine ^-^. Now let's get on to this fic :)

The image does not belong to me. It belongs to it's original owner.

TW: Mentions of suicide, mentions of death, Dazai biting himself, scars

Most people who knew you only knew you as a smart and capable girl.

You were only a normal girl who worked at the Armed Detective Agency, solving many hard cases and protecting the city of Yokohama. Even when you didn't have an ability, your quick mind and combat skills made up for it. Your colleagues liked and respected you, and soon you caught the attention of the suicidal maniac.

Dazai had flirted with you a lot, asking for your hand in a double suicide multiple times. You had befriended him after working with him on multiple cases, even hanging out with him multiple times after work. His charming and energetic personality had quickly drawn you to him, and it wasn’t long before you started developing feelings for him. And my my, did they grow quickly.

He seemed to like you back, but you didn’t want to fully believe that. Reading Dazai was nearly impossible, but you were smart enough and observant enough to know that he didn’t want to risk hurting you by being any closer with you, because he himself had a lot of enemies from his past. It still didn’t stop you from flirting back with him however. Everytime you did, you hoped that he couldn’t hear how loud your heart pounded.

But one night, everything had changed.

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You had worked overtime, and you had to walk back home in the dark. You weren’t afraid, since you could defend yourself, but it still didn’t stop from giving you a few chills down your spine. You picked up your pace, willing your legs to move faster.

You were taking a shortcut back home. It wasn’t well known, mainly because of how shady it was, but due to the amount of times that you had taken it you knew it like the back of your hand. The moon shone big and blue in the night sky, casting it’s light onto everything in it’s path. You quickly walked past an alleyway, where a familiar dark figure was standing there with their wrist to their mouth.

A familiar dark figure with a wrist held to their mouth??

You whirred around and went into the alleyway, the moonlight illuminating the person underneath. Catching a glimpse of brown clothing, you approached them cautiously and saw that it was... Dazai??

His eyes were red like rubies, and two sharp fangs were pieced in his wrist, blood flowing out of the wound. There were multiple other bite scars littered around the same wrist, and those were normally covered by the bandages that wrapped his skin. From all of this, you had quickly deduced what was happening.

“Dazai...?” You faintly said. He turned his head in a flash, eyes widening when he saw you. Quickly, he took his wrist out of his mouth, blood dribbling down the wound and his fangs as he flashed a carefree smile at you. But you knew that smile so well that you knew it was fake.

“Oh! Y/N-chan! Did you miss me so much that you came out at night to visit me?~” Even when his voice was energetic and casual, Dazai’s body said otherwise; his pupils were dilated and trembling, his entire body shaking as if it couldn’t contain something. You stepped closer, and he immediately took a step back.

He needs blood other than his.

Before he could say something, you spoke. You didn’t know what possessed you to do it. Maybe it was because of your concern for him, for those numerous scars littered on his body and that hungry look in his eyes as he thirsted for another person’s blood. Or maybe because it was of your love for him, that you would even sacrifice yourself for him if it meant him living for another day.

“Dazai. Drink from me. Now.”

His eyes widened as he took a few more steps back. You stepped forward more, only for Dazai to hold out his palm in a ‘stop’ motion. You stopped, not wanting to upset him further. His breaths came out raggedly, as if he had trouble breathing. Or trouble controlling his desire for fresh, human blood.

“Y/N... what are you doing here? Go home, it isn’t safe for you while I’m like this. I could hurt you, possibly even kill you!” Dazai rasped. His mouth was dry, sweat forming on his skin from having to hold himself back from attacking you. You shook your head, taking another step forward.

“I don’t care if you hurt me or kill me. What matters to me is that you’re healthy and living. So drink from me right now, or else I’m not leaving and we both know what that would lead to.” Were it any other situation, you would’ve blushed a bit when you said that. But now was not the time.

Dazai’s eyes flickered back and forth between your neck and your face. The struggle was clear in him, red pupils clashing against brown as he fought to control his desires. But even Dazai Osamu himself wasn’t invincible.

You felt the slightest prick on your wrist as his fangs pierced your skin. Red liquid flowed out of the wound, Dazai’s tongue slowly licking it. It didn’t hurt as much as you expected; or maybe because Dazai was being extra careful and gentle.

Your blood seemed to work like magic. With every passing second, Dazai himself looked much more healthier. His complexion was better, his breathing stable, and he looked much stronger. With a last lick, Dazai pulled his mouth away from your wrist and let out a soft sigh of content.

You let a few moments pass by before speaking.

“So... how long have you been hiding this for?”

“All my life,” Dazai answered, wiping his mouth with his hand. “Let’s say that I got into an accident during one of my suicide attempts... and then bibbity bobbity boo I emerged as a vampire! Who had super strength and speed and even good looks! Although it makes me harder to kill...” He pouted, however you could see the pain and loneliness in his eyes. The pain and loneliness of something that wasn’t human.

“But... I thought your ability could cancel out any other ability? How did you turn into a vampire then if it was by a suicide attempt?” Dazai shrugged as he put his hands in his pockets. Evidently it was a mystery that even he couldn’t figure out.

“Well, never mind that. You’ve been feeding on your own blood. Isn’t that particularly bad for you as your own ability contradicts your vampirism? And it seems that your own blood might not provide as much nutrition.”

“You catch on fast.” The suicidal maniac leaned against the alleyway wall, looking like any young man who certainly was not feeding on you earlier. In the moonlight, his eyes still shone the slightest red, but his pupils had turned mostly brown.

“Vampires who feed on their own body don’t last very long... although that wouldn’t seem half as bad. It’s just a painful and disgusting death by malnutrition and starvation, not to mention the possibility of humans finding out about the vampire species.” You frowned at the fact that there could be more vampires lurking in the shadows of Yokohama.

“So can you turn into a bat? Are you allergic to silver and garlic? How many humans have you fed off? Could you actually feed off other vampires?” Dazai laughed a bit at the speed on which you shot your questions at.

“Unfortunately, I cannot turn into a bat. I’m not allergic to garlic, however silver does cause skin irritation for me. I haven’t fed off a lot of humans since a vampire has their own unique taste for blood; you’re the first one I’ve come across that suits my tastes in a long time. And as for feeding off other vampires, it is possible, just that I haven’t seen one for ages.” You gave a silent sight of relief.

“Oh, and I forgot one thing.” You tilted your head. Dazai looked at you with a small smile.

“When vampires feed off a human and the human blood actually suits their taste, I guess you can say that they are destined together. Kind of like soulmates, don’t you think?”

Your face burst into the deepest shade of red when you grasped the hidden meaning behind Dazai’s words.

~~~

“We’ve secured the target and arrested him. He should be at the 4th alleyway near the crime scene with the cops.” You reported to Kunikida over the phone, walking back to your shared apartment with Dazai. Your brown-haired boyfriend sidled up to you, slipping his arm around your waist. It was nearly feeding time for him, but you weren’t afraid that he would hurt you since he always managed to be gentle.

“Y/N-chan!~ I’m getting hungry, can we please stop by near our house to eat something?” He whined. You whacked him lightly, but you smiled. Dazai smiled back, his brown eyes meeting yours.

“I swear, all you ever think about is your appetite. But don’t worry, there should be somewhere we could stop by so you could fill that greedy hunger of yours.” He laughed, sliding his other arm across your front so to pull you into a sort-of side hug. Even though the hug was gentle, you could still sense the slightest tension in it. Dazai would need blood in the next 10-15 minutes or else it wouldn’t be pretty.

After checking that nobody was around, you pulled Dazai into an alleyway. He loosened his arms from your waist as you unbuttoned your collar. The familiar feeling of his canines returned against your neck, the slight prick of the skin and the flowing sensation of your blood. Your arms came up around his neck as his encircled around your waist again, and your bodies moved slightly as if you two were dancing slowly.

Perhaps you two were destined together afterall.

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