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ೃ₊• BSD Boyfriend HCs ❞

•➯; WARNINGS: alcohol (chuuya)

•➯; CHARACTERS: Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, Fyodor Dostoevsky + Nikolai Gogol

•➯; SYNOPSIS: headcanons about being their partner

•➯; A/N: i will make another part if i come up with ideas for other characters

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CHUUYA —

— he opens a bottle from his collection for your anniversary because that’s how important you are to him

— he’ll let you ride his motorcycle with him (a sign of trust) but he always helps you put on your gear first

— he does a little helmet bump (where your forehead would be) with you after it’s secured

— loves going to nice and fancy restaurants with you, typically likes to get a table that’s by a window or in a corner, somewhere a bit more private

— sometimes he complains to you about his subordinates doing dumb stuff, but you know that he cares about them regardless

— after long days, he’ll come home and just bury his face in you for a while

— when he’s had a rough day, he likes to eat in with you, something easy, and watch an old movie

— he calls the characters in the movie out on their stupidity, it’s cute how frustrated he gets with them sometimes

— he’s not the biggest fan of his birthday, but he likes to see how happy you get about it

— a lot of compliments + words of affirmation

— he likes to go shopping with you, especially clothes shopping, he loves seeing you all dressed up

— his favorite thing about you would have to be your smile

— he loves when you play with his hair, he loves the pressure of your fingers on his scalp and the little scratches

DAZAI —

— café dates, y’know, if he actually has the means to pay for it

— you’ll be cooking a lot for him, but the warmth in his expression makes it worth it, plus all the little kisses he gives you to distract you from cooking and washing the dishes

— his love language is physical touch so long as he initiates it, he’s not used to others initiating it, but he’s trying to get used to it

— after you two have grown close enough, he’ll take you to bar lupin

— refuses to get out of bed in the morning, he will hold you down and beg for just five more minutes

— he loves showing you little trinkets and things he just finds and picks up

— the type of guy to share “fun facts”, sometimes they’re incredibly morbid but he’s so enthusiastic about it

— his favorite thing about you is your laugh, especially when it’s because of him

— little, subtle touches when you’re in public: tucking your hair behind your ear, holding pinkies, holding hands under the table, pressing his thigh against yours, etc.

— he absolutely adores head pats, sometimes he’ll stop you from pulling away your hand to just have it rest atop his head

— sometimes he changes the words to songs to make them about you and sings them while walking around the apartment with you

— he loves laying on the couch and having you lay on top of him like a weighted blanket, pressure = comfort

FYODOR —

— this man essentially courted you, he doesn’t care if you already liked him, he’ll just make you fall more because he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do this properly

— he doesn’t want to rush anything so he takes his time with you, but he certainly makes it worth it

— he loves getting you gifts, but he’s not the type to give them in person, he leaves them in obvious places for you to find

— he’s great at being romantic, he gives the loveliest compliments and calls you sweet things like “love”, “darling”, “dear(est)”, “precious”, etc.

— he loves to have tea parties with you when he’s free

— he often goes to bed later than you, so he climbs in silently and immediately knows to hold you

— he genuinely appreciates it when you stop him from biting his fingers, especially when you hold his hand and/or give them kisses

— he loves having you sit with him while he practices the cello

— his hands are always so cold, so he loves it when you hold them, he loves feeling your warmth

— he isn’t the one who normally initiates physical affection, but he’s very accepting of it

— his favorite thing about you is your hair

— he will help you wash your hair and play with it, he’ll even take a few strands and kiss it

— he loves it when you make slavic food for him, it provides a homey feeling

— he’ll teach you some russian (if you don’t know already), especially things to call him/say to him

NIKOLAI —

— when he gives gifts, he makes them super elaborate and puts them in strange/unexpected places

— he finds it funny to tell you that there’s some sort of gift for you somewhere and then watch you try to figure it out, he always ends up giving you super obvious hints though

— he gets love aggression sometimes, he’ll come up to you and squeeze your face and say something about eating you alive (or possibly even more morbid)

— calls you “dove”

— he lets you braid his hair and do other stuff with it

— takes you on dates to the theater to go see random plays and musicals

— he loves to pick you up and spin you around, even if that means you both fall over in each others arms

— “who’s the most beautiful person in the world? correct, it’s you!”

— after the two of you get closer, he’ll start unmasking around you occasionally

— when he does unmask, he loves just laying with you and relaxing, it gives him time to recharge, he likes being taken care of too

— he loves holding your face in his hands

— he’s big on physical affection, he loves to cuddle you and squeeze you tight

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ruified · 1 month

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feeling 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒚 ᝰ.ᐟ

warnings: trans ftm! reader, nsfw/smut, afab! language . characters: chuuya nakahara . synopsis: you just really can’t get the thought of your boyfriend absolutely railing you out of your mind, it’s making your body ache from how badly you need him . wc: 967 . a/n: purely self-indulgent, shoutout to my trans guys who want chuuya bad .

Perhaps you had gotten a little carried away with how handsy and flirtatious you were being with your boyfriend, but, you did want him so desperately—your body was longing to feel him all over you, aching to have him deep inside of you, you just needed him so badly.

After eating dinner, the two of you were sitting on the couch, watching a movie, and you had snuggled right up next to him. You were hardly watching the movie though, you were preoccupied staring at Chuuya’s features. You pressed your body to him and rubbed against him slowly. “Chuuya, baby, you’re so handsome, you know that?” You mumbled to him, your hips attempted to close the space between you two and feel his warmth.

He glanced over at you with a brow raised in intrigue, he placed a gloved hand on your hip steadily and pulled you in closer to him, finally. “There somethin’ you want,'' His hand slid to your ass and squeezed firmly, “or somethin’ you need, darlin’?” His voice was enough to make your breath catch in your throat, not to mention the way those strong fingers of his pressed into your flesh. You felt a giggle rise and escape from pure anticipation, an almost sheepish grin forming on your lips. “Oh, I don’t know…” You walked your fingers up his thigh slowly and attempted to keep his gaze locked with yours, your tongue swiped across your upper lip as you watched the storm that brewed in Chuuya’s eyes. “Maybe I’m simply tired of just looking at you, I wanna feel you a little too.”

He raised a brow rather cockily as a smirk tugged up one corner of his soft lips. “Aw, only a little? You really seem like you want more.” Strong fingers began gently massaging your rear, chills crawled down your spine. Your hands found their way to Chuuya’s chest and slowly rubbed his pectorals, a delightful hum escaped your lips all the while. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t say no to more if that’s what you’re offering.”

“If it’s what you want then I wanna hear you say it.” He brushed your cheek with his other, unoccupied hand as he spoke to you. Looking into his eyes, you were tempted to just give in and tell him what you wanted, but you also knew that wasn’t nearly as much fun as making him get it out of you. “Then I’m afraid you’ll have to wait to hear those words leave my mouth, dear.” You cooed back in a tease.

That’s about how you ended up laying on the bed, legs spread with Chuuya holding them open, an ungloved hand gripped onto your soft thigh, and him pressing the tip against your absolutely soaking cunt. He’d been teasing you for so long, your clit was still swollen from him playing with it mere moments ago. He had you beneath him, all sprawled out for him, whimpering and whining for more and he was finally going to give it to you.

“Chuuya…” You mumbled his name before it spilled into another whine. He had already put on a condom, but he made you wait more while he spoke to you, “This is what you get for playing around too much, babe. If you want something, you’ll have to speak up.” He really had you under his thumb at this point, you were so worked up after having been teased for so long you just couldn’t wait any longer.

“Chuuya, darling, please fuck me.” You pleaded while squirming, grasping onto the sheets desperately. Your lover gave you a sly smile and leaned forward, he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Good boy.” The redhead whispered to you before pulling away completely. Without giving you time to recover from the praise, he slid his cock inside effortlessly, filling you up perfectly.

He rubbed your lower stomach slowly with one hand, a delightful hum left slipped from between his lips. “Look at that. You know, it’s almost like you were made just for me,” Chuuya took one of your legs and draped it over his shoulder, then he kissed the inside of your calf. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

Chuuya’s cock was more girth than it was length, but that’s alright, it was still pretty sizable. Looks could never amount to how good it felt inside though. You rolled your hips upwards in a desperate attempt to get things started, much to your boyfriend’s amusement, a small chuckle left him as he watched you intently. “Feelin’ desperate, huh, pretty boy?” He took one of your thighs in his hand and kneaded it, his fingers pressed into the bite marks that he had left earlier.

Your hips stuttered momentarily at the feeling of Chuuya’s hand on your thigh but you tried to recover quickly, you nodded. “Please make me feel good…” You pleaded softly, there was a slight whine to your voice that felt like music to Chuuya’s ears. Slowly, Chuuya moved his hips back and forth once, then again, and again—in and out over and over at a steady pace while he groaned. His hand rubbed your thigh gently, as if he were assuring you of how well you were doing.

You couldn’t help but squeeze around him. Each thrust, while slow, hit you deeply, nearing that spot that only he could reach. His fingers started to dig into your thighs, leaving red marks on your skin. As you moaned delightfully, he picked up the pace, like he was rewarding you.

Chuuya soon found himself getting drunk off your love, his hips moving without him even thinking anymore as he muttered your name with slurred praises. “Such a good boy, all for me.”

You were completely his and there was nothing more you wanted than that.

#ෆ┊¡ penned by val #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya smut #bsd smut #chuuya x male reader #bsd x male reader #x male reader #x reader

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I realyyyy love angst :D

There's a oneshot or a scenario that i've been thinking about that's been rotting all over my head where what if reader / s/o is in their deathbed and about to die soon to a uncurable illness and (character) (i guess chuuya or sigma? idm) who thinks of reader as someone special to them is watching over them until their very last breath

WHAT WILL THWY DO AND HOW WILL THEY REACT BEFORE AND AFTER DEATH!?!?

Haha my silly little idea is getting the best of me i just wanted to share this idea because i want my feelings to get hurt

❝ until your last 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ˎˊ˗

warnings: death . characters: dazai osamu, atsushi nakajima, sigma, fyodor dostoevsky, chuuya nakahara . synopsis: their s/o is on their deathbed, they all have their own ways of coping with it . a/n: sorry this took me so long to get to, i was thinking very hard! i hope this is to your liking and you don’t mind little ideas like this instead of a scenario ^^;

DAZAI —

— Dazai doesn’t know what to exactly make of the whole situation, you are so incredibly important to him and now he’s going to lose you? It’s sending him into a downward spiral.

— He refuses to touch you anymore, he just can’t do it

— He wants to make the most out of what little time you have left together but he also has an urge to cut ties with you and make it easier on both of you

— He eventually decides that he can hold your hand at least while you lay in that hospital bed

— After you pass, he tries his best to take care of himself because he knows that’s what you’d want, but that doesn’t mean it’s not hard

— He visits your grave frequently at first, then it dies down to your birthday, anniversaries, and holidays

ATSUSHI —

— He has been keeping a close eye on you since he first noticed you were sick, and he’s been taking great care of you ever since! However, that doesn’t stop the inevitable

— When he heard the news, tears welled in his eyes and he had to excuse himself, he didn’t want to cry in front of you

— He kept you company as much as he could

— On days where he had a lot of work, he’d ask someone else like Kyouka to go check on you

— He would prepare little lunch boxes for you every day and bring them to you

— He brings a lunch box to your grave for you

SIGMA —

— He paced around a lot in the hospital room, especially after he heard the news

— He tried so hard to think of a solution but nothing realistic came to mind

— He had you come stay in a room at the casino so he could at least still be close to you even when he had work

— Your room was kept away from any other visitors and was close to his office, making it easy for him to check on you

— He asked his staff members to change your glass of water frequently and give you a new warm blanket when you needed it

— He kept himself busy with work to try and keep away the dread of your passing

FYODOR —

— After hearing the news, he decided it would be best to care for you at home instead of being kept in such a dreary hospital

— He would read books to you to keep you entertained

— He’d bring his laptop into your room sometimes so that he could at least keep you company even while he worked

— He’d cook soup for you frequently, sometimes even feeding it to you

— He asks you if you have any wishes before you go, he doesn’t want you leaving with any regrets, and he does whatever he can to make it all come true

— He attends to any possible unfinished business you may have before your passing so that you can go without worry

CHUUYA —

— He really doesn’t believe it at first

— He contacts Mori and asks him to look over the medical records and tell him the truth; Mori tells him that it is in fact all real

— He’ll often sit next to you and squeeze your hand, refusing to let go

— He’ll fall asleep with you in your hospital room, draped over you in your bed

— He sits next to you and cuts your apple slices into bunnies, or sometimes other, more intricate shapes

— He asks you often if there’s anything you need him to do for you, also wanting to fulfill any last wishes you may have

— He makes sure you have a proper funeral, he’s tired of those he cares about not getting one.

#ෆ┊¡ penned by val #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #bsd atsushi #atsushi nakajima #atsushi x reader #bsd sigma #sigma x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara

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ruified · 4 months

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❝ a long 𝒅𝒂𝒚 ˎˊ˗

warnings: alcohol in dazai’s, gn! reader . characters: dazai, atsushi, kunikida, chuuya, akutagawa . synopsis: you had an absolutely exhausting day at work and come home to your partner, who is there to comfort you in their own way ! a/n: guys idk why chuuya’s is so short :(

DAZAI is strung out across the couch in your shared apartment, his feet dangling over the armrest. He hums a soft tune, matching the one playing in his headphones, while he waits for his beloved partner to arrive home. He is absolutely starving and he cannot wait to have some of your cooking!

He removes his headphones when he sees the door open and greets you with a warm smile. “Welcome home, gorgeous!”

You glance around your shared home and sigh, looking absolutely exhausted. You pinch the bridge of your nose—it’s been a long day, work was so tiring, you can’t help but feel a bit annoyed with any minor inconvenience. This time, you’re feeling a bit bothered that Dazai has been home for who knows how long and hasn’t done anything from the looks of it.

“Dazai-“ You’re about to tell him off but you take a good look at his face and that smile—dammit, he’s charming as ever. You drag yourself towards the couch after dropping your belongings on the floor and removing your shoes. You fall on top of your boyfriend with a heavy sigh, your head landing on his chest.

Dazai raises a brow curiously but wraps you in a warm embrace without objection. He lets you relax for a few moments before asking in a gentle tone, “Long day?” You nod with your face buried in his shirt, taking in that familiar scent that makes you feel safe.

Dazai runs his fingers through your hair, dragging his nails gently across your scalp. “You know what always helps me after a long day? A good pick-me-up! Now, whaddya say we drink some cheap beer and watch a movie, hm?”

You chuckle softly, though it’s muffled through Dazai’s shirt. You lift your head and tuck some of Dazai’s hair behind his ear, smiling at him affectionately. “Alright, that does sound a bit nice as long as we don’t go overboard.”

Not completely expecting you to accept, Dazai beams and hugs you even tighter. “Great! We can order food for delivery too, take some stress off of those pretty little shoulders of yours.” He brushes some hair out of your face and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “It’s a date, my dear.”

ATSUSHI was washing the dishes before his partner got home, doing his portion of the chores with a smile on his face. He heard the doorknob jiggle and peeked around the corner just in time to see you come in. A huge grin swept over his features when his gaze met yours.

“Welcome back! I’m just finishing the dishes and then I’ll be right with you!” He called out gleefully as he went back to tending to the dishes.

You yawned and stretched, setting your things from work down near the door. You had quite the exhausting day at work, but seeing Atsushi so happy made you smile, just a bit. You took off your shoes and shuffled to the kitchen to meet your boyfriend.

Suddenly, Atsushi felt warm arms wrap around his waist, he nearly dropped the plate he was holding. He looked over his shoulder to find you with your head buried in his back. He watched the way your shoulders fell as you relaxed, some of the tension leaving your body. His expression dropped to a soft frown and he turned off the sink, drying his hands before turning to face you. As soon as he turned around though, you planted your face right into his chest instead.

“Is something wrong? You don’t look too good…” Atsushi speaks in a gentle tone, almost weary. He begins to slowly stroke your back.

You sigh and shrug your shoulders. “It was a long day at work, I’m exhausted.” With that, his frown deepens and he holds you closer. He pauses for a moment to think then smiles again.

“How about I cook us dinner tonight? You go take a bath and relax, you deserve it!” He gently grabs a hold of your shoulders and pushes you back, his gaze meeting yours.

You frown slightly and put your hands on his arm. “But, it was supposed to be my turn to make dinner tonight, it’s not fair to just push that on you…” He shakes his head vigorously and begins to push you towards the bathroom. “It’s alright, really! What I want is for you to relax and wind down.” A faint pink began to dust his cheeks. “And then we can, you know, spend some time together.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his sweet gesture. You cupped his cheeks in your hands and kissed him softly. “Thank you, I’d love to spend time with you.” He beamed at that.

“I’ll make us some chazuke, ‘kay?” With that, he sent you to the bathroom.

KUNIKIDA finished writing in his notebook about his day at his desk and closed it, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips. However, his expression soon changed to that of worry, and slight annoyance, as he looked at the time—you were late to arrive home from work, very late. He huffed and went to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner.

When you got home, it was well over an hour past when you usually would and dinner was done. You walked in and alerted your partner of your arrival. “Kunikida, I’m home.” Right on cue, the blonde emerged from the kitchen and headed straight towards you, a rather serious look on his face.

“Why are you so late? Where have you been?” He immediately began questioning you, leaving you feeling rather overwhelmed. You dropped your bags to the floor and groaned, pressing your palm to your temple. “I’m sorry, things got hectic at work and I had to stay longer than intended…”

Kunikida took a moment to scan your expression, arms crossed over his chest. He sighed softly and let his arms fall to his sides. “It’s alright, I understand. You just made me worried.”

You step forward and wrap Kunikida in your tight embrace, pressing your cheek against his chest. “I’m so tired, Doppo.”

A frown tugs at his lips and he hugs you back, stroking the back of your head gently. He glances at his watch for the time and sighs softly. “I’ve already made dinner, so I think, afterwards, we can squeeze in some time to spend together, if that is what you want.”

You look up at him with a wide grin, one that he cannot help but smile back at softly. You squeeze him tighter and nuzzle into him more. “Thank you.”

He pats your back softly and nods. “Of course, my ideals include your happiness, so some adjustments can be made to my schedule in order to prioritize just that.”

CHUUYA got home later than you had, as per usual. He walked into your shared penthouse, though he was the one paying rent, and sighed in relief, glad to be home. He hung up his jacket and hat by the door, noticing your belongings were also there. He walked inside and saw you sprawled out across the couch with your face buried in the cushions.

He walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder gently. “Hey babe, I’m home.” He paused then knelt down beside you, pushing some hair behind your ear. “You alright there? Ya look dead.”

You turn your head to look at him, an exasperated expression painting your features. A small frown tugs at his lips. “Work was extra rough today…” You tell him groggily.

Chuuya takes off his gloves and reaches for your hand, his fingers soft and warm. “Why don’t we go out for dinner tonight? Get a booth just for us, you can get yourself all dolled up and feelin’ good, yeah?”

Your expression softens and you can’t help but smile, squeezing his hand in yours. “That sounds delightful.”

He smiles in return and stands up, however, you tug his hand gently. “Can we take your bike?” He looks down at you as you lay there, looking up at him through your lashes with those big puppy-dog eyes—he’s a weak man when it comes to you. “Sure we can. I’ll go make a reservation, then the rest of the night will be just us.”

He leans down and plants a soft kiss on your forehead before going to get ready.

AKUTAGAWA had arrived at your place before you and let himself in—he used to just find a way in until you ended up giving him the key so that the neighbors wouldn’t call the police on him. He sat on the couch and waited for you to get home so that he could greet you. That is, until he received a text from you stating that you would be getting back late because things got hectic at work.

He sighed heavily and looked around, unsure of what to do with himself. He knew what it was like to deal with incompetence in the workplace and he knew how frustrating that tended to be. Then he got an idea.

You return home about some 20 minutes later and drop your things by the door. You step inside, removing your shoes, and make your arrival known. “Akutagawa, I’m home.”

No response.

Curious, you stumble into the living room, where he’d normally be, with one shoe still on. Perhaps he had fallen asleep?

The room was empty. Weird.

You begin to wander around your apartment in search of him until you notice the bathroom door slightly ajar and the light on inside, you also hear water running. The tub? You knock softly on the door then nudge it open and poke your head in.

Inside the bathroom, Akutagawa is kneeling next to the tub with the water running and a box of your bath salts in his hand. He reads the instructions with a rather perplexed look on his face.

You can’t help but giggle at the sight, to which he whips his head around to look at you. His eyes widen for a moment and then narrow as his brows furrow once again. “These, quote, ‘relaxing salts’ are quite odd, I don’t get how they’d make you relax at all. Isn’t this much sodium bad for you anyways?”

You chuckle softly and kneel down next to him, gently taking the box from his hands. “It’s not like actual salt, it just dissolves in water and has extra things in it that are good for your body, you should try it.”

Akutagawa scoffs and rolls his eyes. You look around and tilt your head. “What’re you running a bath for anyways? I thought you hated them.” He shakes his head. “It’s for you. Dealing with difficult situations at work can be stressful, so I figured you’d want to relax. I remember you saying that baths are relaxing for you so I thought I’d prepare one for you.”

You feel a warm smile pull your lips up as you reach out a hand, gently placing it on his. “Thank you, that’s really kind of you.” He stares at you for a moment then looks away, sighing. “It’s nothing, really. It’s a pain to deal with you when you’re in a mood anyway.” You roll your eyes.

You stand up and find your towel then you slowly turn back to Akutagawa. “Do you want to join me?”

He grimaces at your offer and opens his mouth to say something, however, he stops. He stares at your face for a while, taking in your features. He sighs. “Fine. But only because I wish to see how these ‘salts’ work.”

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❝ home 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 ˎˊ˗

warnings: fluff, slight implied angst for oda (IM SORRY 😭), gn! reader . characters: dazai, kunikida, and oda . synopsis: your lover comes home late to find you sleeping already . a/n: this is the first time i’ve written something like this for oda which is surprising bc i love him sm 🫶 .

DAZAI fumbled with his keys outside the door to the apartment before finally getting to the right key. He unlocked the door and swung it open dramatically. “Honey, I’m home!” He sang out, expecting that you would call back to him, but he heard nothing.

He blinked away his confusion and looked around the living room from the door, nothing looked oddly out of place or suspicious aside from your absence. He quietly hung up his coat and removed his shoes before he walked inside. He swiftly made his way to the bedroom and opened the door, making not a sound. To his pleasure, he found you sprawled out across the bed, phone still in your hand, mouth slightly ajar.

Dazai came to stand beside the bed and leaned over you, he pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to your forehead which caused you to stir. You hummed drowsily and opened your eyes about halfway, just enough to see your lover staring down at you. You were far too tired to even attempt to fight back the smile that pulled up your lips when you saw him.

“Is that prince charming coming to wake me from my slumber?” You mumbled and reached out towards him, your hand cupped his cheek gently. He chuckled quietly and shook his head. “I suppose that would mean I’m your true love or something like that, right?” You nodded with a blissful smile, your hand slid down his arm to meet his hand, interlocking your fingers. “Mm… yeah, it would, I’m so lucky…”

Slowly, you tugged him towards the bed, not too forcefully though. When he didn’t come closer, you groaned in protest, causing him to laugh once again. “I have to get changed before I come to bed with you. I really can’t sleep in my work clothes.” He explained in a gentle tone, resting his palm on your forehead. His entire demeanor was soft and warm, it was hard to tell if maybe it seemed this way because you were still half asleep anyways.

“You gotta come to bed soon…” You mumbled at him. Dazai nodded. “I will, my dear, just wait for me here.”

KUNIKIDA came home looking stressed and exhausted. He set his things down halfheartedly and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. After recollecting himself, he scanned the living room and registered your absence. He made his way to the bedroom and entered, finding you tucked into bed already. He couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful you looked. He turned on one of the bedside lamps and sat on the edge of the bed, beginning to undress himself to change into his sleepwear.

Feeling something weigh down the bed, you began to stir with a groan. You rolled over and reached out slowly towards the blonde. “Kunikida… you’re home…” His head swiveled around and he gave you a nod. “Yes, sorry I’m late,” He sighed, “I had a lot of paperwork to do because we just wrapped up a big case.” You hummed pleasantly and crawled towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Well, you’re home now, come rest with me.”

Kunikida looked down at you as you rested against his side, putting your weight on him. He sighed softly and placed his hand atop your head gently. “I will soon, I have to change and eat. Did you eat already?” You nodded. “I made dinner and set some aside for you.”

With that, he stood up and started to leave until you grabbed his wrist. You looked up at him drowsily with a frown. “You’ll be back soon, right?” He patted your hand reassuringly and nodded. “Of course, it’s nearing the time in which I’m supposed to sleep anyways, I won’t be long.”

ODA’s jobs are always fairly unpredictable, he’s normally stuck doing obscure tasks assigned to him because he’s at the very bottom of the pecking order. In other words, it’s not completely out of the question that he gets home at varying times depending on the job. Tonight just happened to be a time in which he gets home late. When he got home, he happily found a plate of curry on rice already set aside for him. Of course, he went straight for that first, he figured you were in the bedroom anyways and he didn’t want his food to get even colder.

After finishing his meal, he washed his plate and left it to dry before going to get himself ready for bed. He used the bathroom before finally going to the bedroom, only to find you fast asleep already. Oda leaned over and kissed your temple, brushing your hair out of the way gently. You started to stir with a hum and a smile on your lips. You slowly opened your eyes and blinked away slumber, clearing your vision enough to see your lover.

Your smile widened and you reached out steadily to cup his stubbled cheek. “You’re home.” You muttered drowsily. Oda nodded and reached up to hold the hand on his face. “I’m home. I already ate, thank you for the food. I just came to get into bed.” You nodded and scooted over to make more room for him to lie down.

The two of you laid facing each other, you nestled up against him promptly, following a sort of routine. “Hard job today?” You piped up. He shrugged. “Just took a while, nothing major.” You nuzzled your face further into his chest with a content sigh. “Well, I’m glad you’re back.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You laughed. He had a point, he knew how to handle himself already. Sometimes you did worry that he wouldn’t come back, especially considering his rank, but you trusted him—trusted his judgment. You held him close as you fell asleep, embracing his warmth and listening to the steady beating of his heart.

tags: @pockystixxs

#ෆ┊¡ penned by val #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd kunikida #doppo kunikida #bsd odasaku #oda sakunosuke #dazai x reader #kunikida x reader #oda x reader #bsd x gn reader #bsd x reader

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❝ a 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˎˊ˗

warnings: nsfw/smut, light bondage, oral (giving), swallowing cum, established relationship, bottom! dazai, gn! reader . characters: dazai osamu . synopsis: your birthday is around the corner and your loving boyfriend would like to give you an extra special gift . a/n: this is my birthday present to myself and to you guys

For weeks now your boyfriend has been teasing you with some grand gift for your birthday. Every day he brings it up and rambles on and on about how wonderful it is, about how much you’ll love it, about how you’ll just be showering him with praise for thinking of such a meaningful gift! He has, in the meantime, dropped a few hints here and there pertaining to the contents of this very special gift, none of which actually go together or make a lick of sense.

On one particular day of these grueling weeks, he comes up behind you and places his hands on your shoulders, long, slender fingers falling like a waterfall before curling into the fabric of your shirt. He peers at you from behind, a grin playing on his features. “So, tell me, what is your shoe size?”

A bit caught off guard, you slowly answer him, then tack on a question of your own: “Why are you asking me that?” Then, something devilish washes over Dazai’s expression as his grin curls something more mischievous. “Why, it’s for your present, of course! It is imperative that I know such information!”

You blink a few times, allowing the situation to settle in your mind, you sigh and decide to brush it off.

Finally, your birthday has rolled around. You’ve spent the day getting birthday wishes and a few gifts from your friends, albeit at work. Now, all that’s left is for you to return home to your loving boyfriend and see what he could possibly have in store for you now!

You stand outside the door to your apartment for a good minute, pondering if you should go inside, and if you do enter, what you could possibly expect to see. However, considering this is Dazai, it’s not exactly possible to even guess if any of your expectations will be met. You let out a deep breath, set your composure, and unlock the door.

Upon entering your shared living space, you find the lights are off and it is far too dark to see much of anything. However, you can make out the faint silhouette of your lover, though he looks shorter than usual. You brush your hand against the wall until you find the light switch, and then…

Oh dear…

You find Dazai, your dear boyfriend, sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, bound up with a pretty red ribbon, the roll of excess ribbon on the floor by his feet. He’s wearing his normal work attire, minus his trenchcoat, however, his tie is loosened and the collar of his shirt is spread open to reveal his bandage-covered neck and clavicle. His ankles are tied together by the red bow and tucked away under the chair he sat in. His wrists rest in his lap, bound together in a much more messy fashion, teeth marks straining the ribbon as evidence of his efforts. Each plush thigh is wrapped in ribbon with a beautiful bow, the red fabric pushing into the flesh waiting beneath sand-colored slacks. One bow is tied neatly in the middle of his chest, though it is a bit lopsided, making him look like a present. A present just for you. This is what he was referring to when he said you’d be praising him, because you certainly would.

You drop your belongings by the door and saunter over to your little gift, a warm feeling rising in your body. A sultry grin sweeps over Dazai’s face as you get closer to him. “Welcome home, sweetheart.” He coos in a low tone. His voice is like honey, sweet and soothing, but sticky, easy to get trapped and lost in. Dazai has certainly trapped you.

You slowly trace your finger up Dazai’s thigh and hook it under the ribbon, tugging it upwards roughly. “Is this the present you’ve been raving about? You?” You lean down towards him as you speak, your other hand sliding up his chest to his shoulder, moving the fabric of his shirt and generating some friction. You move to stand with your legs on either side of him before dropping into his lap, straddling him. You slide your hips forward until they crash into Dazai’s, you can feel heat beginning to pool in your crotch, like two stars colliding in a powerful burst of light—beautiful and oh-so dangerous.

Dazai nods and allows his eyelashes to flutter against the tops of his cheeks twice. “Happy birthday, my dear.” He leans his face closer to yours, his breath tickling against your skin. “I hope you enjoy your gift.”

Immediately, your hands slide down to the tightening bulge that stirs in Dazai’s pants, waiting just for you. You palm at it while maintaining your present’s gaze—though, his gaze is beginning to falter as he starts to squirm beneath your touch. It’s painfully obvious that Dazai adores the attention from you, he seeks you out like a moth to the flame and entrusts you with his pleasure.

A long groan pushes its way past Dazai’s lips, parting them like petals on a flower when the sun rises—sweet and soft. You can’t help but close the canyon-of-a-gap between you two with a hungry kiss and a good tug on his bottom lip with your teeth, earning you another groan.

You break the kiss sloppily and pull away. Your hands venture to the ribbon wrapped around Dazai’s chest and you begin to caress the satin with your fingertips. “Can I unwrap this gift of mine?” Your lashes flutter on your cheeks, your voice smooth and sultry. Your lover nods and reclines, relaxing his body. “Of course.”

You smile softly, almost bashfully, and pick up one end of the ribbon. You tug on it until the bow loosens and unravels. You slide your finger under the buttons of the brunette’s shirt and pop them open slowly, one by one going down. Opening his shirt up, your fingers glide over his abdomen and chest. His skin is warm and delicate, at least, from what you can feel between the lapses in his bandages. You lean in closer and open your mouth before his chest, as if you were hesitating to take your first bite—your breath tickles his skin, making him squirm but just barely, it’s hardly noticeable. Finally, the warmth of your tongue graces his body as you lap at his nipple.

The feeling of your lips sucking his nipple makes Dazai feel hot, it makes his muscles tense and ache for more—it’s almost painful, really. Alas, he can’t do anything to pleasure himself or really touch you much, his wrists are still bound together rather tightly. The longer he has to wait, the tighter the ribbon feels and the more aware of said feeling he becomes.

You release him and sit up straight, a grin spreading across your lips slowly. You push off of him and kneel down in front of his legs. You reach forward and push his knees apart, immediately filling the space with your head. Your fingers brush against his erection briefly, enough to elicit a shudder and a quiet moan from those lips you love so much. The sounds he makes always make you want to devour him, to taste those sweet lips and remind him, and your own body, that he’s yours. You undo the buckle of his belt and tug it out from the loops, tossing it to the floor with a jingle and a small clatter. Your fingers fiddle with the fly of his pants, though your clumsiness is for show, it's all to tease Dazai even more with what he could have and what he wants. Finally the zipper is pulled down and some of that horrible tightness is relieved from the man, leaving him to moan softly in satisfaction.

Your fingers hook under the waistbands of his pants and underwear before you tug them down together, shifting the ribbon tied in bows on Dazai’s thighs, revealing his aching cock to you. It certainly has more length than girth, but you don’t mind that either, it always manages to hit just the right spots, like it was made just for you. You wrap your fingers around the base of his length and lean in, your lips barely an inch away from it. Your tongue flicks against the tip and you look up. Dazai is watching rather intently, his face slightly twisted as he tries to contain his pleasure. He bit his quivering lip and squinted, he wanted to still keep his eyes on you but he was having trouble. You rub his thigh slowly with your hand, comforting–or perhaps coaxing–him. “You don’t have to hold back, you know I love to hear your pretty little voice…” Your breath hits his cock as you whisper to him, it’s enough to make him let go of his lip and allow a sweet, small moan pass by his now parted lips. “Ah, fuck… you really do have me under your thumb.” Dazai mutters with a grin, though it's weak–he’s weak right now.

Maintaining eye contact with him, you open your mouth again after tucking your hair behind your ear neatly. You lean in and lick up the entirety of his length slowly, taking it all in. God, does he taste amazing. His hips subconsciously buck upward towards your mouth—towards more pleasure—startling you a bit, but you have to admit it’s rather cute how desperate he is.

Once you reach the tip, you slowly and softly kiss it once, then twice, then a third time. On the third kiss, you begin to suck the tip slowly, hollowing your cheeks slightly. Your soft lips are like caresses to him, they’re warm and so inviting. What tempts him even more is the way you take his cock in your mouth about halfway and no further, it makes him wish he could push your head down all the way and feel the warmth of your mouth envelope his length completely. He does reach his bound hands up and place them on the top of your head, scratching at your scalp gently. “Oh, dearest, you make me feel so good and yet unsatisfied—I so desperately want more.” Dazai praises as an attempt to sway you into giving in to him. A smirk sweeps across your features and your eyes narrow, gazing almost sadistically at your lover. “Maybe you should just wait, or, perhaps you could beg for it?”

Dazai doesn’t answer, so you get back to your work: slowly sucking him off. You keep his gaze locked with yours throughout, you want to make sure he’s watching you. He groans and his fingers curl in your hair, bunching it into his fists. You ensure to drag out each swipe of your tongue. Each suck is hard and long, like you’re trying to suck him dry–it’s driving him crazy, he so badly needs more from you. He shivers and lets out a quiet groan. “Please, baby, give me more–ah–please…” His voice comes out more whiny than he means for it to, but it works.

You take his full length in your mouth, letting it hit the back of your throat. Tears well in your eyes, but it’s not your first time giving him oral like this, and–fuck–he tastes so good. He thrusts his hips forward towards your mouth, fucking your mouth deeper and making himself moan. You keep your fingers at the base of his cock and push his hips back into place with your other hand, then you set the pace yourself.

You can feel him twitching and throbbing against your tongue while you listen to him choke back whimpers. Your head bobs up and down quickly, devouring your little gift like he’s the last thing you’ll ever have. Looking up and seeing his pretty little face all red, that desperate expression, you can tell he’s right at the edge. You pull your mouth away but quickly replace your mouth with fast strokes from your hand, you look up at him and give him a seductively sweet smile. “Are you close, love?” He nods. “Go ahead and cum for me, my pretty boy. I wanna taste you.” Your words hit his ears like a melody, it gives him the chills.

You slide his dick back into the warmth of your mouth, swirling your tongue around him. His hands are still on your head, to prompt him you gently rub his arm. Taking that as his ‘ok’ he starts pushing your head down and pulling it back up, fingers tangled in your hair. Your eyes drift shut as you let him fuck your mouth and relieve himself. It’s not long before you hear Dazai release a loud moan and feel a warm, thick fluid fill your mouth and threaten to drip down your throat. He pulls you off of him slowly, his breath heavy and shaky. You struggle to swallow all of his cum, it’s thick and bitter, but you love that it came from Dazai. Some dribbles down your chin, but you pay no mind to it. Instead, you get to your feet and push the chair back until it hits a wall, startling Dazai a bit.

“Sweetheart–” You cut him off with a deep, passionate kiss, letting him get a taste of himself–that taste that you love so much. You break the kiss and put a finger to his lips, they’re wet from kissing you. “Shhh, be good for me now and just sit back.” You pin his ribbon-bound wrists above his head against the wall as you drop your pants and underwear to the floor, you then climb into his lap. “Can you do that for me, Osamu, baby?” Your words make him shudder, he nods as a grin spreads across his lips.

“Anything for you, my dear.”

#ෆ┊¡ penned by val #bsd smut #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai smut

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I SAW YOUR EVENT AND I CAME RUNNINGGGGGGG 🏃‍♀️💨

so, may i please get a dazai x gn!reader (fem if more comfortable) with prompt 6; i reeeally think dazai would 100% want to be the first one to pull away; just to see your flustered face! ☺️🏃‍♀️💨

CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWERS BTW, YOU DESERVE ITTT

ALSO HAPPY VALENTINES DAY IF YOU CELEBRATE IT!!!

don’t pull away… 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕 ᝰ.ᐟ

warnings: fluff, gn! reader . characters: dazai osamu . synopsis: you and dazai share a rather intimate moment after work . a/n: this was so cute to write ngl i hope you love it!! ALSO TYSM!!!

DAZAI was gazing at you rather longingly, despite himself, and the way the setting sun lit up your face in warm tones, complimenting your complexion perfectly. Your eyes reflected something so close to him, something he could have if he just made the right move, if he had the guts. He reached a steady hand out and brushed a few strands of hair from your face, fingertips making fleeting contact with your warm skin in a moment that felt like it could last forever. He offered you an affectionate smile. “My dear, you look so pretty in the sun like this…”

The blush that painted your cheeks in a pink made his heart race even more, pounding against his ribcage helplessly. You ran your finger behind your ear, flustered. “You really flatter me too much, Dazai.”

You turned back to face him and met his gaze immediately, his breath tickling your lips now in a way that made them tingle for something more—a kiss. You found yourself leaning towards him further, your legs hanging from the desk you were perched upon. You two were still at the agency, but work had ended, you had just stuck around to chat, no one else was here…

His thumb pulled down your bottom lip slightly, parting them like a flower spreading its petals in the sunlight. Your breath brushed against his nail, giving him the chills despite your warmth. His lips moved, he was speaking, but it took a moment to register, for you were simply captivated by his looks. “May I?” You nodded slowly, not out of hesitance, more so because you were slightly dazed.

Your lips met in a dizzying passion, his were slightly chapped yet still soft to you and oh-so intoxicating. You had forgotten to breathe beforehand and so you soon had to pull away, just as his tongue began pushing past your lips. He cupped your cheek before you could completely get away from him and whispered, “Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

As if his words were a line pulling you back in, your lips were against his once again before you knew it. Almost instantly, his tongue finally pushed past your lips and danced with yours. The kiss was warm and addicting, you just wouldn’t be the same after this. Finally, he pulled away and let you go, his eyes drifting open to meet your gaze once more, he smiled cheekily.

“You didn’t let me finish earlier, bella.”

#ෆ┊¡ penned by val #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #dazai x you #bsd x gn reader

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hihii val!! I hope you're doing alright <3

might I request Fyodor x reader with prompt 18 from your event?

it could be a cuddling session with fedya after a long day of work and he just needs to rest in your arms. i apologize if that's too ooc :((

have a good day/night! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

could you hold my ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑? ᝰ.ᐟ

warnings: fluff, gn! reader . characters: fyodor dostoevsky . synopsis: it's been a long day of work for fyodor and it's cold, what better way to spend his time than with you ? a/n: kept this a lil short but i hope its still cute !

You were sitting in the room adjacent to the office, Fyodor was working in there but you knew that he should be finishing up soon. You were cuddled up in front of the fireplace, deciding not to sit on the couch so as to get closer to the warmth of the fire. You held a mug in your hands delicately, sipping your tea leisurely.

Finally, you heard the clicking of the office doorknob and knew that it must be time. Typically, you would have risen to greet your lover but you were incredibly cozy already and it was oh-so cold outside of the confines of your blanket. So, instead, he approached you rather sluggishly. It was odd to see the man carrying himself in such a manner, you wondered what had happened.

“My dear, you look exhausted, long day?” You inquired only to receive a shrug in response, not a word was spoken by him yet. He sat down beside you on the floor with a sigh before he shivered. “I understand why you’re huddled before the fireplace now…” He muttered.

You raised your blanket and wrapped it around his shoulder, pulling him under with you. Luckily, there was more than enough room for the two of you, ensuring your comfort. You pressed yourself against his side with a content smile painting your lips.

You felt his arm move and looked down to see his palm facing upwards. You raised your head to search for an answer in his face, only to be met with an affectionate gaze. “Could you hold my hand?” He asked softly.

He looked so soft and delicate like this, how could you say no? Your fingers slid up his palm and intertwined with his own, filling him with even more warmth. With your arms tangled together, the two of you sat before the fireplace for a while longer, holding one another after a long day of work.

#ෆ┊¡ penned by val #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor dostoevsky

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❝ sleigh 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 ˎˊ˗

warnings: fluff, gn! reader . characters: fyodor dostoevsky . synopsis: you and fyodor take a horse drawn sleigh ride together, but it gets a bit cold . a/n: i know this is short but i think it’s cute <3 .

You and your boyfriend, Fyodor, had decided to book a ride on a horse-drawn sleigh as a little date. The idea seemed so cute in your head and you were overjoyed when Fyodor agreed to go with you. However, what you neglected to take into account was how cold it would be outside during the ride.

Luckily, the ride provided blankets for warmth, but you were a bit nervous to ask Fyodor if he wanted to share the blanket with you when he already seemed comfortable without it. You stared at him, trying to decide how you could ask him, when he suddenly asked you, “Are you cold, my dear?” If one’s voice could warm another up, you knew that his voice certainly would. His voice was like a fireplace, warm, inviting, a bit low. So tempting to get close to. You nodded slowly. “Yes, I think I’m a bit underdressed…” You looked down at your attire, looking slightly embarrassed.

Fyodor chuckled softly then leaned forward, returning with the blanket provided in hand. “Shall we make use of this blanket then?” Your heart felt warm at that moment. He was always quite the gentleman towards you, and today was no exception. You nodded, attempting to contain your excitement, despite knowing the futility in trying to hide anything from your lover.

He unfurled the blanket then pressed his side against yours. He draped the blanket across the two of you, he even got a bit cuddled up with you. You knew he must have also been cold based on how he was behaving. You smiled softly and reached over to gently take a hold of his head, bringing it to your shoulder to rest. He looked a bit surprised by the sudden display of affection, but quickly adjusted, wrapping his arms around yours, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “Thank you, darling.” He mumbled as his lashes fluttered, his eyes drifted shut as he relaxed.

The two of you spent the rest of the sleigh ride cuddled up together.

#ෆ┊¡ penned by val #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x gn reader #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x reader #fyodor x you

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❝ a much needed 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 ˎˊ˗ — pt. 1

warnings - fluff, skk . characters - pm! dazai, chuuya, mentioned mori . synopsis - mori sends the young double black on a mission without specifying what for . a/n - here's part 2 and the fic on ao3 !!

A boy dressed in black, his body embraced by bandages, with shaggy dark brown hair sat in the back of a car. His knees were bent and pressed against the back of the passenger seat in front of him, which was unoccupied. His dark eyes watched the scenery outside fly by with very little interest, it was hard to tell if he was even looking outside or just spacing out. Beside him sat a smaller boy, yet a few months older than him, his ginger hair tied back in a small ponytail and a black pork pie hat on the seat between him and the other. He had his head tilted back against the headrest, his eyes shut—he may be sleeping, it was hard to tell.

The dark haired boy let his eyes wander and eventually they landed on the dozed off boy. He slowly reached for the hat that sat between them and picked it up. He leaned over from his seat towards the ginger and placed the hat over his face very gently, so as to not awake him. There was silence for a few moments before the ginger’s gloved hand reached up and lifted the hat off his face, revealing squinted, piercing brown eyes that shot his partner a glare.

“Oi, Dazai, ‘the hell do you think you’re doing?” He cocked a brow, the right side of his upper lip tugging up into a scowl. The dark haired boy, Dazai, huffed and shook his head, his shoulders lifting as if the ginger had just asked him such a stupid question. “Well, Chuuya, I was trying to help you block the light out of your poor little eyes.” He pouted mockingly at Chuuya, batting his lashes a few times. “Sleeping beauty over there needs his rest.”

Chuuya clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, setting the hat back down between them. The hat almost served as some sort of boundary between them, and Dazai had tried to cross that boundary, just as he always does. “I wasn’t even asleep, smart ass.”

Chuuya sat up straight and stretched, letting out a lengthy yawn—for someone who didn’t fall asleep, he sure was acting like he had just awoken from a long nap. His voice carried a gravely tone, different from how he usually sounded, likely because he was tired. “Are we gonna be there soon or what?”

Dazai and Chuuya had been assigned a mission earlier by Mori to go to some town in the mountains. The town wasn’t super crowded or anything, it was small, more like a village really. It had a bath house run by a family and a few restaurants as well, it was certainly described as cozy—a weird place for two mafiosi to be sent to. Mori had never specified why he sent the two there, he said they’d know once they got there.

Dazai shrugged. “Dunno, but from the looks of outside I’d say we’re getting close. We’re pretty far out from the cities and I believe we’re already in the mountains.” Dazai turned around in his seat, reaching behind and digging through the stuff in the trunk. He sat down once again, holding a scarf in his hands which he folded in his lap.

Chuuya tilted his head after watching Dazai, a brow raised and a frown tugging at his lips. “You cold or something?”

The dark haired boy looked at him like he had lost it then sighed heavily, he shook his head. “No, but it’s going to be cold when we get out of the car so I’m getting ready.” His eyes scanned Chuuya up and down, then he grinned mockingly. “I sure hope you’ve brought things to keep you warm because there’s no way I’ll share my scarf with you.”

Chuuya scoffed and turned his head away, looking out the window now. “As if I’d ever want to do something as corny as that with you of all people.”

The car came to a slow stop and the driver informed the two boys that they had arrived. Dazai wrapped his scarf around himself while Chuuya just got out of the car, not bothering to bundle up—he regretted that. The air stung his cheeks, it felt sharp in his lungs as he inhaled. Shit, it was freezing. However, he did his very best to hide any reaction he was having as Dazai came around from the other side of the car to meet him, adjusting his gloves. Chuuya pushed his hat down further onto his head, hiding his face a bit.

The two scanned their surroundings, looking for signs of what they should be doing. They found themselves rather confused though, there were no other members of the Port Mafia there. There didn’t seem to be any sort of business going on or anything, it just looked like a regular day in this small village in the mountains.

Dazai and Chuuya exchanged glances, blinking a few times. Dazai was the one to take action, he turned to the driver and asked, “What is it exactly that we’re supposed to be doing here?”

The man who had driven them up here simply smiled as he looked down at the young man before him. “Your instructions are to relax. The boss wanted you two to head to the bath house and check yourselves in, everything should be ready for you there according to him.”

The two boys were left with their jaws hanging open, speechless. A break? With this guy? They turned to each other and both recoiled at the thought of trying to relax around one another.

Dazai waved the driver away and sighed, tugging his scarf tighter around his neck. “He seriously couldn’t have given us separate vacations? How am I supposed to relax at all with a dog barking in my ear?” He pouted.

Chuuya snarled and started walking towards the bath house. “Whatever. Let’s just go.” Dazai stood there for a minute then followed behind. He caught up to Chuuya and remained close behind him.

#ෆ┊¡ penned by val #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #skk #bsd skk #soukoku #soukouku #osamu dazai #nakahara chūya #nakahara chuuya

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la-la means i love 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ᝰ.ᐟ ch. 1-2

warnings: character death mentioned, angst ig???? . characters: osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, doppo kunikida, mentioned paul verlaine, buichiro shirase . synopsis: having just started college, kunikida drags dazai to a campus welcome party where he runs into an old friend-of-sorts with a grudge against him . a/n: i have the chapter outline actually done for this one so this should go better than my other multi-chapter fic 😭

#ෆ┊¡ penned by val #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bsd skk #skk #soukoku #dazai x chuuya

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❝ A Symphony for My Lonely Heart ˎˊ˗ — Ch. 1

warnings: this fic will be fyozai . characters: fyodor dostoevsky , osamu dazai , sigma, nikolai gogol . synopsis: fyodor, a well-known cellist, travels to japan in search of better competition. he finds himself incredibly bored and lonely always winning music competitions and wishes to find some sort of rival. until he decides to target a certain pianist who happened to pass by him . a/n: fyodor not knowing what his feelings really are so he sees this man preform and is like “this must be rivalry” .

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Walking off stage, bow in hand, a crew member close behind carrying the heavy string instrument carved from wood, beads of cold sweat laid still on his forehead. Once he was off stage, the raven-haired man sighed and pivoted on his heels. He offered the crew member a gracious smile and extended his hands towards his beloved instrument. “I’ll take it, thank you.” His words were blanketed by a thick accent and his voice as rich as velvet. The crew member carefully handed off the cello to its rightful owner and bowed slightly before taking their leave.

The man briskly walked back to the hall where the case for his cello waited, his arms accustomed to the weight of such an instrument by now. He gently laid the instrument to rest in its tomb and closed the lid, gold latches clicking rhythmically. He stared at the name tag on the case for a moment: “Fyodor D.” He knew that he had performed quite beautifully, as he typically did, and was expecting that he would place rather high in the end. However, he couldn’t help but feel a bit bored of all of these competitions—what fun are they when you’re barely competing anyways? Fyodor always placed first in these, if not second, perhaps during days where his sickly nature gets the better of him. He was looking for a challenge, really, and he had hoped Japan would offer that to him. Alas, his muse, of sorts, had yet to appear before him.

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❝ A Symphony for My Lonely Heart ˎˊ˗ — Ch. 2

warnings: this fic will be fyozai . characters: fyodor dostoevsky , osamu dazai , sigma, nikolai gogol . synopsis: fyodor approaches the mysterious pianist after the competition. he gives the other young man a certain invitation . a/n: this one is short oopsie .

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“What a performance!” Announced Nikolai as the trio exited the theater. They were headed to the lobby to wait for the results to be posted. Fyodor, who was still rather worked up from such a riveting performance, nodded in agreement. “Yes, it was quite impressive, all things considered…” This earned a glare from Sigma, piercing yet anxious nonetheless.

Fyodor flashed Sigma a quick glance before separating from the group. “I’ll be back momentarily.” He excused himself. His eyes searched the sea of people until landing on his target: the young, brunette pianist. He slipped between people in the crowd until he reached his goal. Sheet music in hand, he tapped the pianist’s shoulder and cleared his throat. “Pardon me.”

Next thing he knew, his gaze was met with chocolate colored eyes, they looked so soft and yet they bore right through his very soul and being. He felt as if he had suddenly been enveloped by a storm that sought to drag him to its center, but perhaps he could cooperate, the eye of the storm is the calmest. Steadying himself from the dizzying encounter, the young Russian extended the hand holding the music, his grip loose enough for the receiver to take it at any moment.

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❝ a much needed 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 ˎˊ˗ — pt. 2

warnings: fluff, skk, dazai typical suicide mention . characters: pm! dazai, chuuya, mentioned mori . synopsis: the two boys settle in at the bath house and attempt to relax in each other's company . a/n: here's part 1, this one is so much longer but it's so cute i promise . ao3 link too !!

The two boys settle into the room they were meant to sleep in after they had checked in. Dazai immediately takes one of the futons and drags it across the room, placing it in the opposite corner before returning to the center of the room. “Dogs sleep in the corner.” He states, as if it were a known fact, while pointing to the lonely futon placed where the light barely reached it.

Chuuya’s face contorts in disgust and anger, his voice dropping to a near growl. “As if I’m sleeping in the corner, asshole!” He stomps over to the futon and pulls it out of the corner, sliding it to the center of the room.

Dazai’s brows furrow. “Why are you so close to me now?”

“Cause your futon is in the middle of the room, I’m close to you no matter where I sleep, you selfish asshole.” Chuuya spits back. He sighs heavily then turns his back to the other boy. Chuuya finds a closet and drops his belongings on the floor inside. He strips himself of his hat and jacket, hangs them up respectively, and switches his shoes out for slippers provided by the staff.

Chuuya throws an extra pair of slippers and a robe at Dazai, who somehow manages to catch it despite not looking as if he was paying attention. “Get changed. The boss sent us here to relax, so we might as well.” With a robe of his own in his hands, Chuuya slams the closet door shut and gets changed.

Dazai blinks once, then twice, and groans loudly. He falls to the floor, pouting and crossing his legs. Rather begrudgingly, he gets changed out of his “work” attire and into the robe and slippers. He glances at the closet door, Chuuya was taking forever in his opinion. “How long does it take you to put on a robe?”

As if on command, the door to the closet slides open and reveals Chuuya. He’s glaring at Dazai while tying his hair up again. “Have you ever heard of something called patience?” Chuuya begins taking large strides towards Dazai, his hands coming down to his own hips. “What? You excited or something?”

Dazai pauses and shrugs. “Excited is a strong word, however, I would like to relax.” He smiles cheekily and pivots himself towards the doorway on the ball of his foot. “Come now, Chuuya. You may be my dog, but that doesn’t mean I’m too fond of you smelling like one.” With that, Dazai started parading out of the shared room, leading the way to the baths. Chuuya groaned and rolled his eyes, deciding that sometimes it’s best to pick and choose your battles, this was just one of their many.

With Chuuya in tow, Dazai enters the male’s bath area with a dramatic wave of his arms and a sigh of relief. Chuuya walks in behind him, unphased by the boy’s actions, holding a basket with towels and soaps for the two of them. The red-headed boy surveys the surroundings, there’s very few other people here which may be for the best.

Chuuya walks straight for the bath and peels off his robe. He slips into the water without hesitation, not reacting to the temperature of the water other than a sigh of content. The young man props his arms up on the ledge behind him and leans back. Dazai approaches the bath as well but stands there outside of it, looking hesitant. He crouches down near the edge of the back and peers in at Chuuya, watching with big, empty eyes in a nearly childlike manner.

Chuuya approaches the edge where the young man is and raises a brow, a rather judgemental look on his face. “Why aren’t you getting in?” This earns a dramatic sigh from the boy still wrapped in bandages. “Because now the water is all dirty from you being in it.”

The shorter of the two narrows his eyes and shoots a sharp glare at Dazai. “Shut it with the excuses, freak.” Chuuya sighs and shakes his head, he leans in and drops his voice to something quieter. “You scared of the water or something?” He sounds genuine as he speaks, as if it’s a real concern of his. This makes Dazai shake his head vigorously. “I have no issues with water!”

Suddenly, a hand a bit smaller than his and with a much stronger grip is on Dazai’s hand—it’s Chuuya’s. He’s pulled forward, almost stumbling in. “Hey-!”

“Just get in already. It’s not like anyone’s gonna look at you funny or somethin’, we’re, like, some of the few people here.”

Dazai sits down and considers Chuuya’s claim, dipping his legs into the water in the meantime. He sighs in an exasperated tone and removes his own robe, quickly sliding himself into the bath next to Chuuya. He sits in the bath so that his shoulders are even covered by the water, only his head poking out. Then Chuuya gives him this weird look.

“You’re still wearing those in the bath? How the hell do you expect to get clean with those on?” Under the water’s surface, Chuuya tugs gently at the bandages on Dazai’s wrist, who quickly moves away, causing the water to stir. “Yes, they’re practically part of me, you wouldn’t understand.” The boy waves his hand dismissively.

Chuuya sighs softly and, for once, he doesn’t sound annoyed with him. He looks Dazai in the eye and speaks in a slightly softer tone. “No one’s gonna look at you funny or anything, and if they do…” A pause to consider how he wants to offer some form of ‘support’. “I’ll tell ‘em to mind their business. Anyways, you shouldn’t be worried about what anyone else thinks if that’s why you won’t take off the bandages.”

Dazai stares at Chuuya for a moment then looks away suddenly, dipping down further into the water. “You have no idea what you’re even talking about.”

Then, the redhead backs off and sits back, soaking in the water in silence. They sit there for about 5 minutes, staring at nothing in particular, letting the water embrace them warmly. Out of the corner of his eye, Chuuya notices a flash of pale skin. He turns his head towards his partner and quickly takes note of the pile of unfurled bandages on the tiled floor beside the bath. He decides not to comment on it.

Dazai stares at his vague reflection in the water’s surface, his face distorting as ripples pulsate through it. He sighs and puts his hand over his reflection and disperses it. He switches his attention to the boy sitting next to him, a face expressing nothing in particular, and speaks in a monotone voice. “It’s getting too hot.”

Chuuya, who was resting his eyes, looks at Dazai now. Dazai’s body is starting to look pretty red, it’s getting to his face, it’s a bit concerning how quickly he’s reacting to the heat. “Already? It hasn’t even been 10 minutes.”

Dazai sinks deeper into the water with a slight pout pulling his bottom lip down. Then he sighs dismissively. “I guess this isn’t such a bad way to drown…” That grabs Chuuya’s attention. He grabs Dazai by the arm and pulls him up out of the water, standing himself upright as well. “I don’t wanna be involved in your fuckin suicide, let’s just go wash up instead.”

Dazai whines as Chuuya drags him away from the sweet, tender kiss of death at the hands of the heated tub, kicking his feet like a child while protesting. They arrive at the showers just a few paces away from the bath and Chuuya sits Dazai down in front of a detachable shower head. He grabs the shower head and stands in behind the boy, nudging his shoulder. “Tilt your head back.”

Dazai blinks a few times in confusion then complies, tilting his chin up just before the shower head turns on and the warm water rains down on his scalp. Fingertips begin to rub against the roots of his hair, massaging his skin rather pleasantly. He smirks and attempts to look up at Chuuya. “What a good dog you are, washing my hair for me without even being asked! Maybe I should give you a reward?”

Chuuya scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I don’t want your praise or whatever.” There’s a small giggle that comes from Dazai before he taps his feet against the tiled floor. “Chuuya must love me so much.” He asserts in a sing-song tone. This comment earns a tug on his hair from Chuuya and a small growl-like sound. “Shut the hell up, you weirdo.” Dazai winces and starts to pout, staring at the tiled floor beneath his feet instead.

Chuuya grabs Dazai’s chin and tilts his head back rather forcefully. He then rinses the dark curls, shaking them with his fingers to make sure the water gets everywhere—Dazai’s hair is especially thick, so it was quite a bit of work to wash.

The smaller young man gets a hold of body wash and lathers it onto his hands. He goes to begin washing the other boy’s back but stops, hesitating. He’s never seen Dazai’s bare back like this, something inside him is telling him he should be very careful with Dazai when it comes to this. He exhales and steadily puts his hands on Dazai’s shoulder blades. He waits for a reaction before he moves on, but Dazai just sits there, unmoving. His back feels a bit tense and stiff, so Chuuya starts by sort of massaging him. He makes sure to be gentle with Dazai, but, unfortunately, he’s rather heavy handed and not completely aware of his own strength.

Dazai groans loudly—it’s almost more of a whine. “Ow, Chuuya, that hurts!” To which the redhead rolls his eyes. “Well you’ve got a lotta knots in your muscles so it’s not gonna be exactly comfortable.” He leans forward towards Dazai’s ear and speaks a bit softer. “You’ll feel better later, just trust me.” Earning a scoff from the boy desperately in need of a massage and some relaxation.

Chuuya continues to wash Dazai’s back and work out the knots and tense muscles. Finally, he steps back with a sigh and sits down at the faucet next to his peer. “There, wash up the rest of the way by yourself, I gotta wash myself.” Chuuya starts running the water and putting shampoo in his hair, meanwhile, Dazai hesitantly starts washing himself, slowly but surely.

The two boys finish their baths and return to their room. While waiting for dinner, Chuuya runs out to go get new bandages for Dazai, leaving the boy alone in the tatami-matted room to stare at the ceiling and the lights. He finds himself getting lost in the patterns above, sinking into an endless array of geometrics that aim to swallow him whole. He’s going numb, the world is silent and yet so loud at the same time, he can hear nothing but everything at the same time. He can hear the electricity running throughout the room and with each second that ticks by the louder the humming gets, similar to thousands of wasps lying in wait. Suddenly, he can feel the heat of the lights too, but the floor is so cold and the walls appear to be moving in on him. Everything is happening so fast—

Someone is kneeling next to his head now. Dazai turns and sees familiar copper hair and brownish-blue eyes looking back at him. He wants to get closer but he knows better. “You okay there? You look like you saw a ghost…” There’s concern in Chuuya’s voice, even if it’s not noticeable to anyone else other than Dazai. He rolls closer to the other boy and presses his forehead against a warm leg.

“Chuuya kept me in the bath for too long and now I’m dizzy.” Dazai mumbles his woes into Chuuya’s skin while the latter simply shakes his head. “You just need to drink some water. Dinner should be here soon and they’ll bring water with that.” Chuuya doesn’t push Dazai away or anything, in fact, he carefully rests his hand atop the boy’s head and strokes the dark curls. It seems to relax Dazai as his shoulders fall and he leans more on the ginger boy.

Dinner does soon come, it’s curry, and the boys eat at a small table in their room while watching a movie. A few times Dazai attempts to take some from Chuuya’s plate, defending himself by claiming that the food on the other plate tastes better, which Chuuya doesn’t buy. They bicker about who gets what food while their legs are intertwined beneath the table they share.

A couple of hours pass, they watch a movie and Dazai watches Chuuya play a racing game on the handheld console Dazai carries with him. Soon, though, the two boys find themselves getting tired, their heads feeling heavy from weeks of inadequate rest. The redheaded boy is the first to go lay on his futon and tuck himself in.

“Don’t you even think about waking me up.” A warning spat at the freshly-bandaged boy, but it falls on deaf ears as he sits on his own futon, legs crossed, staring at the ceiling. Without saying another word, the smaller boy rolls over and attempts to sleep, leaving Dazai alone in the dark.

Quietly, Dazai drags his futon closer to Chuuya—with the excuse of trying to bother the boy more and entertain himself, of course. However, he finds that he’s pulled his futon up to be flush with Chuuya’s… he shrugs it off and lays down regardless.

“What do you want, mackerel?” Chuuya loudly whispers to his partner. “Nothing!” A voice sings back, making the ginger roll his eyes and bury himself further into his blankets.

Dazai stares at Chuuya’s back for a bit then absentmindedly reaches out and touches the copper waves in front of him, gently twirling the hair between his fingers. He must be tired because he presses those strands of hair to his lips quietly. Then he does something even more outrageous: he presses his forehead against the other boy’s back and lets his eyes drift shut.

Minutes pass by, neither of them move, until the boy with brownish-blue eyes sighs and flips over in his futon to face Dazai. He extends his arms out as an invitation and looks at the other with furrowed brows, thankful that it was too dark to see his full expression. Dazai moves closer slowly and opens his mouth to say something, but Chuuya pulls him into a hug, laying the brunette’s head on his chest. “Not a word or I'll kick you.”

“Chuuya is so mean…”

“Just sleep, idiot.” His voice sounds softer at that moment. Soft enough to cradle Dazai and make him feel… safe? His eyes close once again and his breathing steadies as he holds the boy he hates close, his face buried in said boy’s chest. Chuuya strokes his back slowly, though he'd never admit to that, Dazai begins to fall asleep.

Dazai had never fallen asleep so well before, and he stayed asleep all night, safe in Chuuya’s embrace.

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