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hopelessbluebird · 8 months

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Tending to new wounds

A/N! hello, this is a mini fic about Hirotsu caring for Chuuya’s wounds, i have a headcannon that Chuuya sees Hirotsu as a father figure and i wanted to make a fic about Hirotsu caring for 19yo Chuuya’s wounds, this is in no way a ship fic , lmao part two soon

Tw: Medical trauma, Medical care, Blood, wounds, anxiety, bsd-typical violence

Hirotsu was called into the medical ward, a rare sight but not a particularly odd one, and seeing as how a certain ginger just came back from a mission he knew why he was called in. “Fuck off! get that shit away from me!” Hirotsu opened the door, Chuuya was the only one in the infirmary, but he was making quite the fight. “Thank you lads, you can move to the next patient, i can handle him.” Hirotsu eyed the boy with analytical eyes, loosening his posture when the door closed behind him. “Was Ane-san busy?” Chuuya spat out while glaring at the man. Hirotsu sighed and gathered the supplies and sat at chuuya’s side. “She’s on a mission i’m afraid, But i was given permission to clean your wounds no?” Hirotsu knew that chuuya hated getting medical attention, he only let Kouyou, dazai and rarely himself tend to him, and let was a strong word, it usually involves a few bruises, cries and panic attacks. Chuuya scoffed at hirotsu. building up his walls and hiding the worst of his injuries. “Chuuya you know i do have to tend to you right? Kouyou-sama will be a bit harsh if she finds out you got an infection.”

Hirotsu held out both his hands to the small boy, replacing his cloth gloves with clean hands. “I’m going to clean your arms alright? it’s just water my boy.” Hirotsu carefully grabbed the cloth towel and dipped it into a bowl of water, lightly scrubbing at the crusted blood. Chuuya hissed at the feeling, pulling away all he could, barely keeping up his mask of strength. hirotsu lightly rubbed at his hand as chuuya’s nails digging into his palm. “Hiro-san no- stop- let me-.” Chuuya’s first tear fell, his glossy eyes welling up, he barely reacted to the pain, more so reaction came from the idea of medical attention itself. chuuya moved as far away as he could from his arm pulling back as much as he could as Hirotsu lightly scrubbed the blood away. “It’s alright Lad, i’ve got you, you’re alright.” Chuuya curled in on himself. pulled back into the corner of the medical bed. Hirotsu rubbed at the cleaned arm, wrapping it up to hide the thousands of cuts, no doubt caused by glass. “hey we got one arm done, can i see the other one or your face please?” Chuuya shook his head viciously pulling his now bandaged arm back into himself. “Chuuya, i have to clean you up lad, it’s either your face or your other arm i’m afraid.” Chuuya glared at the older man with red glassy eyes, his face all scrunched up and red with too much fear for a 19 year old boy. Hirotsu held out his arm for the other, letting Chuuya hold onto it as he held up the cloth to his face. “Just water okay my boy?” Chuuya whined at the touch, squeezing Hirotsu a bit too tightly for a normal boy, Activating his ability to anchor himself. increasing his own weight. “Is For the Tainted Sorrow helping you through this?” Hirotsu spoke in a soft voice, not expecting an answer. Chuuya shrugged and winced at the pain. Hirotsu hummed a soft tune, a familiar lullaby to calm the boy. “There we go Chuuya, All done for your face, just your arm left no?” Hirotsu ruffled chuuya’s hair warmly, giving the ginger a soft, empathetic smile as he worked, Chuuya had completely shut down, only making small noises and not trusting himself to speak.

Hirotsu went to clean the other arm aswell, there wasn’t any cuts needed of stitches thankfully, but this still wasn’t over. Hirotsu cleaned his bloodied knuckles softly, small downwards motions as chuuya’s fingers twitched, chuuya must’ve felt a spark of energy because he started to push hirotsu away, whining at the older man and sobbing uncontrollably, trying to push him away and stop the feeling. “Hey hey, It’s alright i’m here, you’re not in danger my boy, you’re in the Port mafia’s infirmary, you’re alright.” Hirotsu put down the cloth and held chuuya’s hands softly. Chuuya in a far too broken and distrustful voice let out a shaky sob. “you won’t hurt me…?” chuuya squeezed Hirotsu’s hands tightly, watching him with wet, red eyes. the blue and brown tracking Hirotsu’s frame cautiously. “No, no my boy i would never hurt you.” Chuuya nodded and loosened his grip, letting hirotsu go back to cleaning. Hirotsu cleaned the rest of his arm with no worry, quickly gettting the ginger a glass of water when he finished. “There, all clean no?” Chuuya had his arms wrapped in white bandages, and a few bandaids on his face. “…These aren’t the bandages osamu uses…” Hirotsu’s expression softened, it was no surprise that Dazai’s disappearance affected the boy, but he didn’t know it was this bad. “I’m sorry kid, hey if you remember what he used i can pick some up for you and keep them here, just for you okay?” Hirotsu smiled softly. chuuya nodded and yawned. “can you drop me off at my apartment? i need to sleep.” Hirotsu chuckled softly and picked the boy up, letting him doze against himself. he wouldn’t let whatever haunted this boy touch him again, he would protect those that trusted himself, no matter the cost.

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#Blue writes 📖#bsd #bsd hirotsu #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara is afraid of medical attention #chuuya nakahara #Hirotsu is everyone’s dad #NOT A SHIP!!

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bstroobery · 6 months

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Fun fact about the Sophie in our system, she is aroace. So she doesn’t feel romantic or sexual attraction to anyone. She never actually knew this until she confronted Simon⛈️ and Simon📖 about their romantic partners in David💊 and Blue🍓 and pondered aloud how she doesn’t understand how anyone can have romantic feelings for another person.

Btw they’re all sitting on a couch. I was just too lazy to draw the couch in the background.

Bonus:

#🩶👻#🩶👻art #sysblr #cry of fear #cry of fear fictives #Simon⛈️#Simon📖#Sophie🐹#Blue🍓#David💊#david leatherhoff #simon henriksson #aromantic #asexual #aroace

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orbitaldeathwoomy · 17 days

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[A few days later...]

"Hey, Urs... Are you feeling alright? You've seemed kind of off since the other day."

"It's nothing. I just thought I saw someone following me when I was on my way home from the Turf War lobby."

"Ugh, that's so creepy. If it happens again, let me know okay? I'll make sure whoever it was stops."

"Thank you for your concern, but--"

[Suddenly, there's a knock at their door. Ursula gets up to answer it, looking through the eyehole on the door... And immediately takes a few steps back, eyes wide and heart pounding.]

「N-No... It can't be...」

「Ursula? What's wrong?」

「It's my... my parents...」

「What? Really?」

[Kori gently moves between Ursula and the door and looks through the eyehole. Sure enough, there are two older Octolings standing outside -- a woman with hot pink tentacles and a beautiful face, and a man with blue rings spotting his deep purple tentacles. She can definitely see the resemblance between them and Ursula. Her voice then lowers to a whisper.]

「Okay... Okay. Let's just. Not answer it. Maybe they'll leave if they think we're not home.」

[She then moves to lead the terrified Ursula to her bedroom.. Until their door is literally kicked open.]

「Hey! The hell do you think you're doing?!」

[The two ignore Kori completely, their focus on Ursula as they approach her.]

「So this is where you've been.」

[Ursula nervously nods.]

「And your brother?」

[Ursula remains silent, much to the ire of her father. He forcefully grabs her, digging his venomous claws into her arm.]

「Answer me when I'm talking to you, traitor!」

[He slaps Ursula across the face hard, before pushing her to the floor.]

"U-Ursula!"

「Now tell me where your brother is.」

「I... I haven't seen him since I last visited Inkopolis.」

「And where exactly did you see him?」

「Like that's any of your--」

[Ursula shakes her head at Kori, effectively silencing the yellow Octoling before she hangs her head a little.]

「There's... a sweets shop he frequents, near the plaza...」

「Good girl.」

[Ursula's mother then gestures for her husband to follow her out the door, only looking back to give Ursula a wicked smile.]

「Don't get too comfortable. Once we've given him his just desserts, we're coming back for you.」

[Ursula's parents exit the apartment, leaving Ursula and Kori stunned in their wake. After a moment, Ursula shakily stands up and makes her way to the table where she left her cell phone.]

"Wait, you're father's a blue-ringed, right? We need to get you to a hospital!"

"I'll be fine. But I... I need to warn my brother..."

#‖ ♥︎ 》 This turned out way longer than I intended but I had no idea how to split it up so...#‖ ♥︎ 》 But on another note: Ursula has a very high tolerance for blue-ringed venom due to having said venom herself #【✏️】✦✧✦【ｍｕｓｉｎｇｓ】#【📖】✦✧✦【arc: of traitors and family】#【📚】✦✧✦【ＵＲＳＵＬＡ】#【📚】✦✧✦【musing】#【👤】✦✧✦【ＮＰＣ】#【👤】✦✧✦【ＫＯＲＩ】#【👤】✦✧✦【ＳＵＳＡＮＯ】#【👤】✦✧✦【ＴＳＵＫＵＹＯ】

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weird-dere-fics · 1 year

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Kunigami STAYS tempting me in this position on GAWD.

#HELP #dere reads (*･ω･)ﾉ📖🫧#📘 blue lock

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the-kinfesssional · 1 month

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I NEED to stop kinning emo twinks i swear I just recently kin two emo twinks and even worse they have blue hair and pronouns

— 📖🌟

Blue hair and pronouns upon ye!

(<- someone who also has blue hair anr pronouns)

#mod avery #kinfessions #fictionkin #fictionkinfessions #📖🌟#blue hair and pronouns /silly

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welcome-to-maniac · 9 months

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HyunLix – Free Fall

tw for; attempted murder, yelling, falling from height, severe injury

“I’m gonna kill you.”

Hyunjin grins, turns to Felix as he lays in the younger man’s bed and watches as Felix paces back and forth. He’s not afraid of the threats Felix throws his way – not when Felix makes no move to carry out the threats he so often deals out. Felix is just as much wrapped up with Hyunjin as the bartender is with him, and they both know it. Sunshine’s burning a little hotter today, he thinks, humming as he sits up and pictures himself running his hand through Felix’s blue hair.

His Sunshine. His Yongbok. Pretty little monster.

“You say that a lot Bbokkie~ when are you gonna put your money where your mouth is, hmm?” He taunts, swinging his legs over the edge of Felix’s king size. “You’re giving me blue balls just waiting for you to do something, pretty little—”

“Shut the fuck up Hyunjin!” Fire burns in Felix’s glare as he grabs the brunet by the neck, and Hyunjin? He can’t lie, it’s only a little intimidating. Just a little. Felix’s voice is deep, deceptively so, and his volume raises the more he screams his frustrations out.

“Bringing up his dead boyfriend?! You’re an actual fucking cunt – are you trying to ruin the one good thing we have? Have your fucking outburst, be a toxic asshole, I don’t care! Just don’t go around spouting shit that gets both our toxic asses dumped!”

Felix’s tirade goes on: every grievance he’s kept buried inside spilling forward like magma, voice getting louder and louder by the second until Hyunjin is silently grateful that they’re currently the only people inside the apartment. Apart from Minho’s cats, of course, but they’ve seen and heard worse. Neither man notice when Felix goes from holding Hyunjin’s collar to slowly strangling the man, not until Hyunjin’s rasping for breath, panic seeping into his eyes as his mouth opens and no sound comes out.

Felix drops his hands.

Hyunjin splutters, coughing. He smiles.

“So close…you could’ve finished the job Yongbokkie~”

“Get. Out.”

Working at the bar does nothing to tame Felix’s anger, blood boiling under the skin as he goes through the motions of making order after order for paying customers. His body moves on autopilot while his mind tortures him with images of the past few days.

The marks on his neck. Hyunjin’s smug expression. Ace’s heartbroken frown. He just keeps excusing it. It’s just Hyunjin. Hyunjin gets like this. It’s nothing, I swear.

He’s tired of excusing it.

Felix knows the other six are worried. Worried about Felix’s mental state, about the lingering air of threats to Hyunjin’s life. He wants to shrug it all off, tell Minho to stop looking at him with those suspiciously concerned eyes every time Felix stares holes into the back of Hyunjin’s head at the end of service. To tell Chan he can stop trying to calm him down, because there’s nothing he needs to calm down from. He doesn’t want the others to worry about him. He doesn’t need the others to be worried about him.

He’s fine. It will all be fine. All he needs to do is get rid of Hyunjin.

His phone buzzes after he sends a text to Dionysus, silently glad that Hyunjin so eagerly gave the god of wine his number when they met, reading the reply, and scoffing. Dionysus was clueless, they were all clueless. Of course, Felix tries to hammer his point home, telling Dionysus that the deity has no idea what Hyunjin put him through, has no idea about the night terrors Felix has almost daily of the moment he nearly lost his life.

At least Hyunjin’s boyfriend knows to expect a funeral.

Felix considers texting his boyfriend during his break, sipping an energy drink he blindly took out of the fridge that’s already gone flat, before sending the texts and shutting his phone off. That’s enough reaching out to people – anymore and the chef knows there’ll be more than enough evidence if somehow the police find out. He doesn’t feel like checking what Ace sent back in reply; the cupid hates his guts and Felix?

Felix does too.

Though, Felix’s curiosity eventually does get the better of him at the end of service, the last of Maniac’s patrons leaving in a much more cheerful mood than the Australian as he sits by the bar counter. He switches his phone back on, swiping through social media notifications until he finds the notification from Ace. The preview message isn’t looking good, and opening the message doesn’t do him any favours either.

Text from Ace.

♥️: don’t call me love

♥️: and don’t say you love me when you clearly don’t

♥️: after your little apology I’m actually more mad with you

♥️: I also don’t fucking believe you anymore

♥️: I’m tired of Hyunjin my ass

♥️: go have fun with him forget about me

The anger’s burning under his skin, itchy and screaming at him to fix everything, fix every mistake he’s ever done, and Felix is listening to every word. He’ll get rid of Hyunjin and prove to his boyfriend that the one who owns his heart is the cupid, not Hwang Hyunjin. He takes several sips of the drink Seungmin places in front of him, a soft cocktail that goes down easy, and exhales. Once. Twice. Hyunjin is looking right at him. The fire in his eyes burns, locking the older man in a staring contest that Felix revels in winning.

“What’s that look for?” His Boss muses, getting Minho to pour them a glass of whiskey as they sit beside the burning sunshine. Felix nearly jumps, not expecting to see his employer at all, but then again, he knows they’re not going to stop him. After all, they let him and Hyunjin stay near each other almost constantly. “Something on your mind, Felix?”

“Mhm. Murdering Hyunjin.” He answers plainly, his gaze locked onto Hyunjin’s laughing-with-Changbin form.

“Very well. Don’t do things by halves then.” Boss is gone soon after that, their drink in hand and Felix is left mulling their words in his head. Is he being encouraged to do this? Not that he needs anyone to validate him, but it helps.

“…pretty Yongbokkie…” Felix’s mind is yanked into reality as Hyunjin’s words filter through, the fine thread of his sanity snapping with it. That’s the last time he’ll hear Yongbok out of Hyunjin’s mouth. He throws himself off the bar stool, nearly sending the furniture in question flying, and storms his way over to his target, six other pairs of eyes watching in shock as he all but drags Hyunjin up the flight of stairs, Hyunjin struggling to stay upright with Felix’s furious pace.

“…Chan hyung, he’s gonna do it.” Minho comments, pulling the older man with him once the shock wears off and his legs start functioning. They need to stop anything from happening. As much as he understands the anger, Minho cannot let Felix murder Hyunjin. Felix has all the valid reasons in the world, yes, but Minho can’t let this happen.

Not here, not like this.

Hyunjin crashes as Felix throws him forward, pain blooming across his wrists and arms as he breaks his fall. The door locks, and perhaps the gears are finally connecting; Felix is serious. Felix is going to kill him. The bartender feels small under the younger man’s gaze, scrambling back until he gets himself onto his feet in a panic. The rain lashes down, only aided by the wind whipping through the night air, soaking the bartender as he freezes, eyes locked onto the sight of the younger man stalking his way over.

Nothing prepares him for the sheer force with which Felix punches his gut, pain blooming across his abdomen as Hyunjin’s survival instincts finally start working with him, long and lean arms desperately trying to fend off the attack. He’s stepping back with each dodge of Felix’s fury, a wide-eyed realisation on his face when Hyunjin feels the edge of the room, the ledge hitting his ankle and making him stumble forwards into Felix, who gladly uses it as an opportunity to land a blow to Hyunjin’s ribs and get his hands on his neck.

Small, pretty, and dangerous hands.

“Yong— Felix, please...” Hyunjin rasps, trying and failing to pry Felix’s hands off his neck, his mouth opening and closing, yet unable to get any more words out, his supply of oxygen cut off.

“No! No more of your bullshit, no more of your fucking sweet talk!” Felix screams, his voice ringing out over the harsh weather. This was his chance. His chance to put his nightmares to bed, to get the revenge he so craved. “I’m sick of you! I’m sick of your voice in my head every fucking NIGHT! JUST SHUT UP HWANG HYUNJIN!”

The anger radiates off Felix in hot waves, his chest rising with every breath as he pulls Hyunjin to stand on top of the rooftop ledge with him, the perfect echo of the night everything went wrong. Felix admires the irony of their situation, the perfect parallel to his accident, but it doesn’t stop him from achieving his goal. He pushes Hyunjin, teasing the older man’s demise as Hyunjin’s back bends and Hyunjin gets to observe the twenty-or-so foot drop from the roof of the bar.

“Feels familiar, doesn’t it? Pretty, pretty Sam, don’t you want to see what it feels like? What it feels like to fall to your death?”

He’s so close... just a little further until Hyunjin is nothing but a bad memory and—

“FELIX!” “HYUNJIN!”

What?

Chan is panting, Minho quite literally on his heels, as he kicks the door down, met with rain, wind and the sight of Felix about to throw Hyunjin off the roof. He needs to stop this. Stop Felix’s burning trail of revenge before it gets to a breaking point. But he doesn’t have to do anything because the two eldest’s worst fears come true.

Hyunjin slips, falling backwards and pulling Felix down with him.

“NO! HYUNJIN, FELIX!” The security guard cries, running up to the ledge in time to see Hyunjin hitting an awning and flailing, while Felix’s body is caught against multiple poles, throwing him around until the pair are hitting the ground. Chan can’t move, frozen by the horrifying sight until he feels Minho tugging on his arm and running back down the stairs they came from. His legs move on their own, Chan’s mind reeling at the sight that he knows will forever be burned to the back of eyes. If only he never let them meet, if only he tried harder to keep Felix and Hyunjin away from each other.

He vaguely hears Minho bark orders at the others to call an ambulance, too mentally preoccupied to do anything else but run, run, and make sure his boys aren’t dead where they lay. Pushing his way through doors, corridors and holy fuck where is that damn back exit door—

He swings the door open, shielding his eyes from the rain as he searches for Hyunjin and Felix, crashing to his knees as he eventually finds them, panicked hands reaching to try and fix Felix’s posture.

“Don’t move him hyung!” Minho calls out, dread filling his voice as he approaches Hyunjin’s side, his hands itching with a need to ease the pain he knows the younger bartender is going through. Hyunjin grabs his hand, and Minho snaps out of his daze, looking to the younger with tears in his eyes.

“Hy-hyung…” Hyunjin whimpers, “Is, is Felix…?”

Minho looks over to Chan and Felix, the older of the two sobbing. Felix isn’t moving, he isn’t responding to Chan’s pleas.

“He’s going to be fine pup,” Minho insists, clasping Hyunjin’s hand in his own. “So will you – I’m not letting anything happen to you Hyun-ah, you hear me?”

“…’s my fault, this— all o’ this is my fault, hyung. I kept, kept—”

“Enough. You will be okay, understand? The ambulance is coming baby, just stay awake for me, okay?” Minho bargains, panic seeping into his voice as Hyunjin’s eyes slip closed, only a little appeased by the weak nod Hyunjin gives him in reply.

“’m sorry hyung…please, forgive me…”

#🥂hyunjin.txt #🍷 felix.txt #📖 story.txt #there were no blue hair felix pics that fit the aesthetic so blond hyunlix for the images it is

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frecklystars · 2 years

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quick 2 minute scribble before i pass out 💘✨

#lil doodles #💕♬♪ Stay with me still ♡ in our golden afternoon ♡☀️📖#if i didnt draw something self indulgent for 5 seconds i was gonna explode #ive been working on charms all day and lining 3 comms #which is fun bUT HOO. VIKTOR. IS RIGHT THERE #I CANT NOT KISS HIM.....#ive got alice by heart playing in the bg and i just keep thinking of himmmmm #i should draw us cosplaying as alice & alfred #girl who self inserts in a blue dress to cope + boy with a terminal illness desperately chasing time?#its us. its like. devastating as fuck but its US

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sigmaswaist · 5 months

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Bsd Smut headcannons!

characters: Atsushi, Sigma, Dazai, Chuuya, Poe

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Atsushi:

Atsushi is 100% a crybaby/whiny sub, i can’t explain it but yeah- he’s so hellbent on being good for you, he wants nothing more that to be your good boy, he apologises when he accidentally bucks his hips into you, but you just feel so good around him, he can’t help it, he loves being as close to you as possible at all times. and he has used your old underwear to help him get off before. you’ve also caught him humping your pillow before. He loves being close to you, And he doesn’t mind sub/dom, he is the definition of a switch. if you put him in a collar you have him wrapped around your finger, he loves being yours

“Ah!- Sorry! i- I didn’t mean to! you just- ah!- feel so good! and i-“ atsushi couldn’t even form a sentence when you were on him, little half formed moans interrupting every now and then. you grabbed one of his hands and leaned down to give him a hickey, “I’m close, please can i?” Atsushi panted out, his face a pretty pink, dried tears on his cheeks, his hair was a mess. you nodded and started bouncing again, it wasn’t long before he spilled over the edge, Letting out a downright pornographic moan and crying, his claw like nails digging into your hand and thigh. he babbled out little thank you’s and tried so hard to keep his hips down, it was enough to spill you over.

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Sigma:

This man is so loud and you cannot tell me otherwise, like you try to bring him out with a vibrator in his ass and he cannot open his mouth without whining, When you tell him he can be loud he looses his voice the next day. he’s a bottom leaning switch, and he loves being praised.

sigma whined and whimpered quietly as he sat, you and the DOA had gone to lunch and you made your partner sit there with a vibrator in his ass. the low buzzing practically silent, Sigma looked helplessly at you, lightly pink cheeks and glassy eyes.

“Pardon me Dostoevsky-san, Me and Sigma will be taking our leave.” you excused yourselves as sigma practically shot up and followed you like a puppy. when you two walked away you turned up the setting of the toy, Making sigma whine louder. You got to your car and pushed him to lay on his back.

“Now now, let me hear those noises now yes?” Sigma opened his mouth, moaning loudly as you put pressure on his groin, throwing his head back as you ‘attended’ to him.

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Dazai:

this man keens for praise, but he’s a brat. if you get him fucked out and dumb he practically worships you, he’s a bratty sub, but will dom if you ask him to, he just turns dumb when you give steady compliments and praise to him

“Just like that Osamu…” you tilted his head up, his eyes clouded and teary, slipping two fingers into his mouth he eagerly ran this tongue along your knuckles, slightly bobbing on them. you pushed your fingers to his gag reflex and he instinctively moaned around them.

“So pretty sucking all over my fingers~ hm Osa?~” Dazai practically melted around your fingers, pathetic whines rooming in his throat.

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Chūya:

Chūya is 180% accustomed to your preferences, you want to top? go for it, he’ll be as bratty or submissive as you want, you be fucked dumb? he won’t hold back, you want slow and romantic? he’s telling you how much he loves you while his cock is buried in you. he’s so very vocal, the slightest pressure has him screaming your name, but if you let him he’ll take out his aggression on you, hard and rough is his favourite way after a long day, he’s also the aftercare king

Chūya pulled out and kissed your forehead as you finished your orgasm, returning with a damp towel and water, quickly cleaning you up and making sure you drank water before carrying you to the bath and getting in with you.

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Poe;

worlds biggest crybaby sub, too much pleasure? sobbing, too little? whining and crying, he doesn’t care how, but he needs you, he has a novel where you two won’t be disturbed so you can take as long as you want. he’ll let you keep a toy in or on him while you go to work so he’s writhing around waiting for you to come home, he’s a sucker for toys, he loves wands and rings specifically

Poe ground down on the toy in his ass, its vibrations an idle noise, you should be coming home soon and he couldn’t stop crying at the pleasure he felt, the ring around him stopping him from orgasming. he heard the click of the door and practically ran to you

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#bsd #bsd smut #blue writes 📖#blues thirsts 🍁#sub reader #dom reader #switch reader #gn reader #bsd Atsushi smut #bsd Sigma smut #bsd Dazai smut #bsd Chūya smut #bsd poe smut #smut 🖤

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s4no · 23 hours

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i can't tell if i want to fuck him or fight him

#[📖] — now reading #♡⃕ blue lock #ch. 177 #bllk spoilers

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kxmikomrade · 10 months

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me and my team have almost finished the basic outlines. we hope to get it done by the end of next month. expect some questions and messages from the rest of the team in the next week or two.

from now on, you will know us as colors. i am the only 📖 anon that has been messaging you, but a different one might eventually. i am the writer, blue 📖 anon. our artist is purple 📖 anon, our editor is green 📖 anon, and our reviewer is black 📖 anon.

but don't worry about remembering, they'll tell you when they say hello.

-blue 📖 anon

idk if i should be alarmed or amused, but rn i am very amused HAHSHSHAH

BUT DW ABT IT COLOR NONNIES!! TAKE UR TIME AND TAKE CARE <33 Nice to meet u blue 📖 anon!! cant wait to meet the rest of ur team! ^^ im most excited abt ur artist as an artist myself! but i wish u all luck! :D

ALSO HELP LMAOSOASO BLESS U ALL, I'LL LIKELY FORGET IT NGL SO THAT WOULD HELP

#[🗒️✏️]order noted #[🗒️✏️]blue 📖 anon notes

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hopelessbluebird · 9 months

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Help him, soukoku angst

A/n: Hey! This is extremely heavy soukoku angst, please please please read the trigger warnings!

I might make a part two as well!

She wasn’t beta read so be warned

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Tags! If you want to be added to the tag list send in an ask or dm me! : @sapphickocho

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Tw/Cw: S—icde attempt, Self harm, Cpr, drowning, Angst, heart wrenching angst

Characters/ships: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Soukoku, DazaixChuuya, Kyoyo, Ranpo, atusushi, yosano, mention on mori

Chuuya was in a port mafia meeting when his phone ringed, it wasn’t a call but three texts, from one Dazai Osamu.

D:I’m sorry

D: I love you

D: Goodbye, Chuuya.

Chuuya immediately checked Dazai’s location, he was at his apartment, not too far from here, Chuuya gave a very worried look to Kyoyo and bolted for the door. “Chuuya? Are you alright?” Kyoyo called after him. “I have to go, I’ll text you later, apologies Ane-San, Mori-sama.” Chuuya was at Dazai’s apartment in a minute, running to check the bathroom, Dazai laid still under the water, blood seeping from his bandages. Chuuya wasted no time on pulling him out of the water and checking his pulse. Absent.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck come on Osamu.” Chuuya felt Dazai’s ribs break under his hands. He saw the water come out of Dazai’s mouth, he felt his pulse point again, faint but there, chuuya sat back, letting Dazai wake up. “Chuuya…?” He rubbed his eyes has he sat up. Chuuya knew he was crying. He didn’t care. He wanted to make sure he was okay. “Idiot. Do you want me to call Yosano or the hospital.” Chuuya took out his phone again. Not taking his eyes off Dazai. “…yosano-sensei.” Chuuya called her work phone and held Dazai in one arm, draping his coat over the brunette’s shoulders. It wasn’t long before yosano answered. “Hello? This is yosano of the armed detective agency how can I help?” Chuuya breathed out and gave Dazai a look of concern. “Hey yosano, Dazai isn’t in good shape right now, he needs medical attention, do you want me to bring him there or can you come here?” Chuuya felt Dazai lean on his shoulder, the taller man reached for chuuya’s free hand. “Let’s see, I can come there if you tell me what happened, but if Dazai doesn’t want me to know he’d need to come here.” Dazai shook his head, “I can come to you Yosano-sensei, it’s not a big deal.” Chuuya picked up Dazai and placed him on his bed while Chuuya picked out clothes for the man. “Uh-huh, I’ll see you in a few yosano, thank you.” Chuuya threw a t-shirt and sweatpants at Dazai and took his phone back, texting kyoyo.

N: hey ane-san, Dazai tried again, he’s alright now I think, but I’ll need today and tomorrow off, is that alright? Can you tell the boss too?

K: Of course Chuuya, text me when his health improves.

Chuuya turned around when Dazai was done and picked him up again. Walking out to his car. “You have to deal with me for tonight and tomorrow, when I have to go back to work I’m getting the weretiger to check up on you.” Dazai hummed and looked towards the bedroom again. Chuuya sighed and grabbed Oda’s coat before leaving again. “…thank you Chuuya.” Chuuya scoffed and headed towards the Ada.

Thanks to their incredible luck they ran into atsushi before they got to yosano. “Dazai! Are you alright? Yosano told me you’d be coming to her and I got really worried.” Chuuya gave him a death glare before Dazai smacked his arm. “Oi be nice to Atusushi-kun. I’m alright Atusushi, just a scare, no need to worry.” Atusushi fiddled with his fingers and went to opened the door for them. Ranpo chimed in from his desk. “Dazai don’t be an idiot. They care for you.” Chuuya sat Dazai on yosano’s chair. Standing next to him silently. Yosano closed the door and frowned at Dazai. “Are you gonna tell me what I need to know or do I have to ask Nakahara.” Dazai shook his head and looked towards the ginger. “Water in his lungs, cuts under the bandages, registered without a pulse for at least a minute.” Chuuya eyed yosano as she tensed up. “Which means, that she needs to see under your bandages mackerel.” Dazai tensed. He rarely took them off, never in front of people, the only person who saw him without them had been Chuuya himself. “…fine.” Dazai unraveled his bandages. Even the ones on his neck and torso, removing his shirt in the process. Chuuya moved to hold Dazai’s hand as he let yosano check him. Dazai’s hand was shaking but he remained unreadable. Yosano cleaned out this cuts and wrapped him him in new ones. She sighed and pat his leg to let him know she was done. “You have today off, no active field duty for a few days, but we need you tomorrow, even if your just in the office.” Yosano wrote something down and gave it to Chuuya. “Give this to the president before you leave. Talk to kunikida-kun too. Atusushi will trail after Dazai for a few days. Chuuya nodded and did as he was told. And Dazai trailed after the ginger silently, only talking when someone asked him if he was alright and saying he was fine.

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