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*kicks him cutely* oh whoopsie! *crash sound* *crash sound* *bones breaking* *cat screeching* oh silly me! *box finally reaches the end of the staircase and his body springs upward like a jack in the box* oopsie daisies😅!!!

Purpose! AU

Tags: major character death, depressed chuuya, hints of soukoku, hinted dissociative amnesia, decay of angels chuuya, fyodor pretty much wants chuuya to join him lol he's so whipped

I'm planning on drawing for this au too, but the quality of the pictures will be bad if I post them thru my phone. So here's my art account, posted straight from my drawing tablet, it's mostly mha art so far but I'm going to add hints of bsd in there too.

Art acc: @god-shit-girl-art

"Everything you have, and everything you've lost, I'll give it a purpose. Your past, your present, and your future, give it to me. And I will give you purpose."

Chuuya laid achingly amidst the softness around him. Linen sheets and silk pillowcases danced around him on his bed, and yet, he paid them no mind.

A heart can only take so much. But in his case, it seemed as if it had nothing left, nothing to give, nothing to own, nothing to fight for.

It had been 2 months since Dazai mysteriously died. He feels guilty for the fact that he cannot even remember how it happened. The death of his....someone....and his mind couldn't even grant him the decency to remember.

It was like that in cases of trauma. Just like the heart, the mind can only take so much before it breaks. Shattering like a mirror, some pieces will inevitably break apart, never to be seen again.

All he knows is that before he died, however he died, Dazai had used his Ability on Chuuya. And now that he was gone, so was his Ability. Chuuya no longer has the power of gravity manipulation, but for some odd reason, he wasn't mourning over it.

Whether Dazai had left him a note, a phrase, a word, or anything at all, he didn't know. It was all a part of the shattered mirror that was his mind. He couldn't even remember how he died, or if he even left him anything. Part of him wished, prayed, begged for this to all be some sort of scheme, one of Dazai's old tricks. He wasn't dead, no, this is just part of his plan. Somehow, some way he and the ADA will fix this mess, and they'll be together again. Someday, any day now.

....right?

The creak of a large wooden door could be heard from across the room, reminding Chuuya of where he was. He didn't bother getting up, or even looking in its direction. He laid there like a lifeless dog, after losing its owner.

"Nakahara Chuuya," came a voice. Deep and laced with an accent. Chuuya knew who it was, and was half-hoping to hear the sound of an ADA member, telling him to get up and that Dazai needed him for the next phase of his plan.

When Chuuya didn't reply, footsteps answered instead. The sound of hard leather soles against the expensive polished wood, it rang in his ears. He never bothered to really listen to them before.

"I have to admit, it was hard to find you," said the man, tall and slender, his shadow doing justice to his sleek and mysterious nature.

"This penthouse of yours, seems far too big for just one person. However I do believe you'd been visited many a night, correct?"

Asshole.

Did he just call Chuuya a whore?

Perhaps it was the thinly veiled insult, or how Chuuya just realized that a powerful enemy whose strength outweighed his own was now in his bedroom, but the ginger found the strength to sit back up. However slowly and groggily, with his hair a red-orange mess that framed his face and a dress shirt unbuttoned across his chest. His blue eyes seemed more grey, now that Fyodor looks at it. Were they always this dull?

"What do you want you anemic son of a bitch," Chuuya said, it wasn't a question.

Fyodor didn't answer. Instead the two stared at each other, one with eyes posing no threat and one with eyes that couldn't pose any even if it wanted to. In his mind, the Russian compared the man's blue-grey eyes to that of an empty glass. Nothing to give, nothing but potential.

"Dazai's dead." Chuuya said finally. His voice was hoarse and he could taste his thick saliva. How long had it been since he brushed his teeth or combed his hair? Was he wearing the same clothes he did that day 2 months ago? Or was it that night?

"I am aware, yes." Fyodor said, his voice and demeanor unwavering. What did this asshole want?

Chuuya looked down, facing his hands that laid aimlessly on his knees, legs folded, blankets ruffled and forgotten. There were wounds on them. Why were there wounds on them?

"However, I am not here for him."

Chuuya looked back at the dark-haired man, noticing a change in his attire. His coat that had once terrorized countless innocents in its dark tone was now white, with dark feathers around the collar. He could barely see what was inside, though.

"You look unwell." He said.

"Yeah? Great, thanks." Chuuya retorted sarcastically. "That's what I was goin' for, actually."

Fyodor chuckled at his comment, voice deep and alluring.

"You know, Chuuya, a man is only as great as his biggest weakness."

"Fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Fyodor maintained his smile, and began walking to the side of the room slowly, leather shoes rhythmically playing the wooden floor like a piano. Slow and steady, each note just like the last. Like it was leading up to something.

"It's a story of power. Lose and obtain. Give and take. Something must be lost in order for another to be found."

Fyodor took one of the floor-length curtains in one of his pale, slender hands. His illuminating lilac eyes remained focused on the redhead.

"You lost one of your biggest crutches," He said. "And in turn, one of your biggest weaknesses. Ride a bicycle with training wheels, and you'll never truly learn to ride without them."

"Wait a second," Chuuya finally gained the strength to speak again. "Are you talking about Dazai?"

Fyodor nodded, as if he was happy to hear Chuuya was on the right track.

"The man was a necessary loss. The final stepping stone to your metamorphosis. Because of him, and everyone who you've lost before, you now have the choice to become something greater."

"And what's that?" Chuuya scowled. "Another one of your chess pieces? Another pawn to your sick little game? Dazai is dead, you've won. What more could you possibly want from me?"

"Ah, you take the king away," Fyodor said, "but the queen still has all the power."

With that, his hand flew to the side, opening the curtains wide enough to see the world below it, the world outside. Cars and streetlights, people out on the town, the moon shining just as bright as before, as if nothing had changed.

"Even without your Ability, I believe you still have the potential to create more," He said, staring up into the stars.

Chuuya emerged from the darkness of his canopy bed, the first time he stood on his own two feet in ages. He walked to Fyodor's side, entranced by the light of the moon.

"Ah, how fitting for it to be a third quarter tonight." Fyodor said.

"A what?"

"A third quarter. Only half the moon is visible tonight, the other is shadowed in the dark. And yet, it's still just as beautiful, no?"

Fyodor faced Chuuya, albeit having to look down a little bit to look him in the eye.

"Everything you have, and everything you've lost, I'll give it a purpose. Join me, give me your past, your present and your future, trust it with me and I will give you a new purpose."

Fyodor stretched his hand out to Chuuya.

"Together, the moon will shine even brighter than before."

"What do you say, Chuuya Nakahara?"

How it must feel to be homophobic in the bungou fandom

ok but bsd chapter 114 revealing the flipside of the soukoku dynamic in all its glory like *chef's kiss*

turns out that when the mission's (almost) done and you put skk in a room with no witnesses they just become each other

dazai is the one unable to stay still, agitated and wearing his emotions openly and very much stressing about a plan he can't understand (how the tables do turn), literally YELLING and RUNNING of his own violation and doing actual labor of pulling out "fyodor" from beneath a whole ass helicopter while injured without asking for help because the brawns of the team is actually secretly a black cat character

insane how chuuya makes dazai look like the overactive dog archetype here like Mister Gravity Control and I Crack Walls & Chains With One Kick is just sitting full-on cheek on fist poker face watching his beanpole of a partner struggle. his health bar is like full too besides the brief drowning stint meanwhile he himself shot dazai like three times after he crawled out of a crashed elevator

(chuuya is actually such a little shit it's amazing like it was kinda shown in him just letting kunikida blow himself up without even trying to take on tecchou or as if he couldn't just fly the helicopter away with his ability? the pm's trump card, stronger half of soukoku? mans said "boss told me come get you" and by god that is the only job he will do, overtime means nothing to him because he can't read, what a king)

chuuya is literally only willing to do the BARE minimum it's hilarious like he's done his part, he's given the Oscar-winning vampire performance of a lifetime, now he's pulling a dazai-at-the-ADA and simply refusing to work like. chilling in the back while dazai monologues and fyodor dies. bouncing sigma like a tennis ball. chilling a corner while dazai brainstorms. leisurely following dazai's running. chilling in the back while dazai huffs and puffs to pull out the body.

the biggest bsd plot twist is that soukoku on and off the battle field just switch roles for who's lounging like a bored princess while the other toils and actually does the work. if they both ever actually work on something at the same time yokohama would probably explode.

In a dominant mood so here's how I think bsd men would act as subs

Atsushi

Would be a very obedient sub

Trusts you in every way imaginable

You know how parents tell you "well if your friend told you to jump off a bridge, would you do it?"??

Yea that's him

If you told him to do something stupid or dangerous whether in the bedroom or not he would immediately trust that you have a plan behind it (even if you actually don't, he doesn't know that)

Other than that, he's very anxious when it comes to PDA, at least at first

But once he gets used to it, and by that I mean used to the feeling of being loved, then he will slowly start warming up to and even asking for it

When it comes to sex, he can be even more bashful and awkward about it

He mostly whimpers and whines and it's not super loud, but if it does get to that point he's very self aware and scared of others hearing him, so he covers his mouth right away

I think he'd be most compatible with a more gentle top

He can't handle very heavy scenes and I can't imagine him having a very active libido

He has sex to express love and passion, not just for a quick fling that doesn't mean anything

Outside of the bedroom, he's very quiet about what goes on in there

Dazai likes to tease him about it and you love how his pale complexion turns into a pretty shade of red

Dazai

Oh this man is OBNOXIOUS

He's the type of sub that makes you wanna fuck him so hard he actually shuts the fuck up for a second

One of the brattiest of the bunch, for some reason has to turn anything and everything into a game of cat and mouse

Also one of the horniest, believe me you'll be drained DRY after like a week or so

This man's libido is UNMATCHED

He may be taller than you, smarter than you, and possibly stronger than you when it comes to his ability,

But in every other way you are in charge And some part of him always wants to challenge that

Loves to be paraded around like a showdog (but prefers the term "trophy wife")

He's a little princess and always gets what he wants

I think he'd fit best with a dom who could handle his.....special traits

He needs someone who won't get tired of him so quickly and leave, just like everyone else in his life did

But he also needs someone to put him in his place from time to time

Dealing with dazai isn't for the faint of heart, anyone who's done it before knows that

So maybe if you're strong enough, smart enough, and a little bit delusional and crazy, you could have this cute little former mafioso wrapped around your finger like a worm on a string <3

Fyodor

Tbh this one's the whole reason why I made this post in the first place😆

This one's also a little....different...from the others

And by that I mean he's worse

His brattiness doesn't come in the form of disobeying orders or having a fit in front of your friends

No, this one will purposefully pick you apart psychologically

Trying to get this man to behave will require a labyrinth of words, a battle of the minds

He needs someone who can challenge him, because if they don't, he wouldn't bother to be submissive towards them at all, they don't deserve it.

He's one half sickly and one half pride, so taking care of him isn't gonna be easy

Of course you'd have to know going in that Fyodor's self care is abysmal and as his dom you'd have to take responsibility for his health

Taking care of his pills, his diet, making sure he eats and sleeps on time, gets enough rest, drinks enough water, exercises, that's all on you from now on

But you do it cause you love him

Sometimes he'll be bratty and arrogant enough to take you for granted, and would snap at you and tell you he doesn't need someone to baby him when you just were trying to help

But after enough time, he'll realize he was wrong, and as his health depletes, he'll slowly start to inch towards you, asking for your help

You would make sure it gets to the point where he'd have to beg. Make him realize what it's truly like to not have you "distracting" him with your care and concern

And eventually, if he's put up a pathetic enough display for you, you'll hold him in your arms, warm chest comforting him as he leans his head and torso on it

You'll watch how he shivers each time he takes a breath, his eyes are glassy and staring at nothing, his hair is drowning in grease, and it's obvious he hadn't showered in days, but you don't mind

All of this means he's vulnerable, which means he's weak, which means he's malleable.

Malleable enough for you to mold into whatever you please.

Because the only person who could dominate the demon Fyodor is someone who could become the demon Fyodor.

Whether he knew it or not, you were just as sinister as he was, possibly even more.

And every breath he took was another foolish step into your web, a plan you had conducted just for him

So he can be as proud and smug as he wants, but at the end of the day,

You are in control.

Chuuya

It's kind of hard for me to decipher what kind of sub he'd be to be honest

I want to say he'd be a brat but that term doesn't seem to describe him exactly

Sure, he's got a lot of pride, so getting him to submit to you or even to simply let you take the wheel will be difficult.

He's too stuck in his old habits, too used to having to take care of everything, so being taken care of for a change will be a new feeling to him.

He's also scared to love you, scared to let himself bring another person into his heart, afraid of instead accidentally luring you to your death as he had done with so many others.

No, he's not ready to lose another person. Not again.

He's grown to see his love for others as a trap, a ploy, a misfortune. It was like a prophecy for someone's death.

But you, you were different from the rest.

You were strong. Strong enough to protect yourself, strong enough to stand your ground. In fact, you could probably even protect the gravity manipulator Chuuya Nakahara himself.

It took a long time for him to be ready. Ready to open himself up for you. But you let him take his time. You let him think things through. And despite everything, you were there.

You both sprouted a relationship neither of you thought you could do before

And the sex wasn't just sex to you two, no, it could be a distraction, a vacation, an escape, a break, an apology, you name it.

Sex would be a big part of you guys' relationship

I like to think that Chuuya is a lot hornier than he says he is, and also a lot more submissive

Learning that he was a sub was surprising for you, especially because of, well, everything about him

But that was cool for you, as you were vers, and you had to admit you loved the way he screamed and cried under you.

The look in his eyes, the blush in his cheeks, the spit dripping from the corners of his mouth, even the small wounds he had gotten from biting his lips so hard to keep in a moan was adorable

Fucking in his penthouse was great because he had red lighting in almost every room, giving it a sexy, moody vibe.

It also reminded him of his place. He may be rich, he may be a mafia executive, and he may have a couple dozen people under his command, but no matter where or what he is, he will always be a pathetic little whore for you.

You fuck him in his room to remind him his riches mean nothing. He means nothing. All he is is a slut, and he must be reminded of that.

I think he'd be best compatible with a quieter personality to counter his loud one, but I think that loud, brash personality is most present around Dazai. Though he can have a little bit of a temper from time to time, even around you

He needs someone who doesn't care about status or ranks, Port mafia executive or not, you'll fuck him like there's no tomorrow and once you're done he'll be clinging to you like a lost little dog.

Ranpo

Brat. Brat Brat Brat. NOTHING about this boy is topping.

I mean, I do see him as a switch, but in this case, he's the brattiest brat to ever brat.

Will require you give him sweets and cold drinks whenever he asks, will make you drive him places, teach him things and even fuck him when he's too lazy to do the fucking.

He'll be obnoxious all day and then look at you like he's done nothing wrong his whole life. Spoiled little shit.

He's exactly the type of sub you would fuck into submission until you hear a sorry or any sort of appropriate apology.

He likes to be fucked lying down, sometimes sitting and leaning against something, but sometimes you'll force him to sit on you and ride you up and down even though you know he hates it. You'll never hear the end of it from him, though.

He likes to be fucked while eating, too. You'll fuck him from behind with a hand out and spoonfeeding him cake, and the rapid shaking of your bodies and the table he's up against will leave traces of cake all over his chin and cheeks. He doesn't know if he wants cake or if he wants you to eat his cake. Either way, he wants and needs you bad.

I think he'd be best fit with a top who would usually just give in to all his demands and would be patient with his bratty personality, but knows when it's been taken too far. You'd be calm and gentle with him, but come nighttime, you're a beast in bed, making sure he makes up for everything he did in the office that day.

He's not the type to apologize I don't think, he'd definitely beg if it's gotten too much for him but an apology? That's asking too much. Just take the moans and cries and leave.

However, right afterwards he'd go back to his usual bratty self no matter how bad the punishment was. In couldn't have been that harsh anyway, as you could never say no to Ranpo's cute face.

Akutagawa

When I say this man is a Virgin I mean he's a VIRGIN VIRGIN.

As in as virgin as the virgin mother mary

He hadn't even had time for sex before you came along.

You taught him everything, even things about his own body that he didn't even know. Like how he doesn't like the feeling of frotting because he doesn't like how another man's dick is on his own. Or how he likes when you pump his cock slowly, especially since he's so new to the game that he couldn't handle more even if he tried. Poor boy😔

He finds it odd, the feeling of being pampered. Being provided with food everyday, a warm place to live, constant affection, he didn't know what to do with it. It was as if he was an alien studying earth and experiencing the most mundane things for the first time.

And the weirdest thing about it was, he liked it. He liked the feeling of being taken care of, being provided for and pampered, and it was odd. He wasn't sure if he even deserved such wonderful feelings.

When it comes to sex, you better believe this man's got some weird shame thing related to sex

He sees it as a filthy task that he, unfortunately, likes to partake in.

He's ashamed even bringing it up, let alone asking for it.

But once you get the memo you take action and calmly and gently take care of him

Akutagawa's been used to violence, been used to screams of pain and agony, but this? It's soft. It's sweet. It's tender. He's not used to it but part of him wants to be. He's never been so happy in his life.

He's not the type to whine and whimper so much like Atsushi, instead he'll let out a low grunt here and there and maybe throw in a moan somewhere too.

He's into the wildest things, most of which involving your ability with his. It's probably some weird psychological thing where he's associated his ability strength = worth thing to the bedroom which......isn't healthy.

But once you're done his sickly little body is spent, his already damaged lungs trying desperately to keep moving. You hold him over your shoulder, as being carried bridal style would mess with his pride. Arm wrapped around your shoulder and tugging at you inner arm, he leans into you the way he's never done for anyone before.

He feels odd now, as if he's just discovered something new. Learning and even participating in sex has left him with many questions, that hopefully you could answer.

MASTERLISTS!

文豪ストレイドッグスbungo stray dogs

Dazai Osamu

Yandere Beast Dazai Osamu x Depressed female Reader!

(Angst + Smut/Nsfw)

Dazai with a breeding kink + Fyodor

(Smut/Nsfw)

Sigma

Stressed sigma x confident female reader

(Fluff + Smut/Nsfw)

Sigma helps you with your homework

(Smut/Nsfw)

Nakahara Chuuya

Submissive Chuuya

Chuuya with a breeding kink

Chuuya x female reader

Perverted Chuuya x Chubby fem!Reader

(All smut/Nsfw)

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Fyodor x diseased fem!reader

(Angst + Fluff)

Preiset Fyodor x succubus fem!reader

(Smut/Nsfw + A bit of fluff)

Yandere Fyodor x Innocent fem!reader

(Angst)

Fyodor with a breeding kink + Dazai x Reader

(Smut/Nsfw)

Submissive Fyodor x reader

(Smut/Nsfw)

THREE MONTHS : Homewrecker Fyodor x sexual abused fem!reader… (1/2)

Fyodor x Smut reader Fem!Reader

(Smut/Nsfw)

Fyodor Dostoyevsky x Gn!Reader

(Fluff)

Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai x fem!reader

(Smut/Nsfw)

Multiple Bungo stray dogs characters

Stressed bsd characters x fem!reader

(Smut/Nsfw)

He thought he was so slick w this one

"I did it to save h-" WE ARE NOT LETTING YOU COOK.

My tummy hurts cause I ate too many noodles so here's a ranchuu smut for the soul

| Jealous ranpo, chuuya and dazai are broken up, ranpo showing the whole agency how fucked out he made chuuya, top ranpo, bottom chuuya, ranpo's a teasing jerk, edging, HELLA creampie, chuuya being a submissive lil boy, this all could've been avoided if these two just stopped yappin, might be forgetting smth lmao

Currently obsessed with ranpo fucking chuuya with his glasses on, so he can deduct everything that's happening to his body

Like I am a ranchuu truther but arguments are the lifeblood of their relationship

Chuuya goes on a rampage while ranpo is absolutely unfazed, throwing out witty remarks like it's candy on halloween

(Actually I feel like ranpo would be the one getting candy on Halloween, or just keeping it for himself)

Anyway since chuuyas an emotional mess and he just wants to hurt ranpo at this point he goes for the biggest insult he can find: his ability.

A whole "Your glasses don't do shit" this and "nobody wants to tell you cause of your relationship with the boss" that and ranpo's finally looking up from his bag of candy to give him a confused kinda look

He's silent for a second, and chuuya thinks he's finally gotten under his skin, then ranpo chuckles and pulls his glasses out of his pocket

"You wanna test that theory, hat boy?"

In a moment Chuuya is pushed against the window, seated on the small baywindow by it with Ranpo's leg between his thighs, pushed against his aching groin.

His lens shines in the moonlight, bright green eyes illuminating the scene, analyzing chuuya's movements with a smirk.

"What's wrong, Chuuya? Your heart's beating a mile a minute," Ranpo teases, as his hands creep up the redhead's waist, searching for his most sensitive area until he finds it.

"Could it be that I'm getting under your skin? Well it can't be helped, especially when I touch you here,"

Ranpo caresses Chuuya's lower back with his slender fingers, causing the redhead to jolt upwards, shifting the position of his cock inside his pants. Ranpo's knee hits a new spot, adding more voltage to the redhead's newfound sensations.

Ranpo traces a line down Chuuya's back, slowly and carefully, ensuring that the latter feels every single movement. Chuuya looks up, both as a response to the touch and to shroud his face in embarrassment, away from Ranpo's greedy little eyes.

Now Chuuya's trying his best not to make any sound, and all that comes out of his mouth are soft grunts, almost like a whisper, but Ranpo catches it. He always does.

"These glasses," He says, inching his face towards Chuuya's neck. It's easy since he's looking up, practically giving it to him. "Are helping me deduct your every movement. Every heartbeat, every throb of your cock, I can sense it, y'know. So who's to say my ability isn't real?"

"Agh, asshole..." Chuuya grunts, scared to look down and come face to face with Ranpo's gorgeous eyes. Ugh, God did him a favor by giving him those eyes. He could get anything he wants out of Chuuya with just a look.

Ranpo's greedy eyes glint in the moonlight. "I can drink in this sight of you all night..." He muttered, just so that Chuuya could hear. He gives his neck a nibble, stimulating every little nerve in the redhead's body. That asshole really does know him, or maybe his glasses are the real deal? No, impossible, that guy could never-

"You like when I do this to you, right, Chuuya?"

The latter is taken aback.

"In such a worrisome lifestyle, sex is pretty much the only way you can de-stress without hurting someone." Ranpo starts, and Chuuya's listening, both wanting and not wanting this to go any further.

"But you don't want to be doing the hurting, do you? No, in a world where you're in charge, you make the decisions, you lead everyone, doesn't it feel nice to be led? To be listening, to be following someone? It feels nice letting someone take charge for a change, doesn't it? You just want to be the toy, the puppet to be used and used over and over again, isn't that right, Chuuya?~"

"Ngh-" Chuuya grunts, but he knows what Ranpo's saying is true. He wants to be used, he wants to be manhandled and taken, he doesn't care how far he goes he wants him to fuck him like no one's fucked him before, and he wants Ranpo to be the one doing it.

"F-fine," He grunts, letting someone else take the lead felt more foreign than it should. "You can...you can do what you want to me..." He says.

"Ah-ah-ah..." Ranpo says in a sing-songy tone, wiggling his finger. "There's something I want to hear first."

For a second Chuuya's mind goes blank. It's hard to realize how this whole thing started in the first place. But soon, he gets it, though it may be a little embarassing.

"I'm..." He starts, looking away to ease the embarrassment. "I'm...sorry. You-you do have a-an ability, Ra-Ranpo. I'm sorry."

That was hard enough, but the man wants more. "And?"

"And your glasses work fine."

"And?~"

"Oh come on!" Chuuya gets frustrated, the knot in his stomach getting even harder to ignore.

"You know what I want to hear, Chuuya~" he teases. That jackass.

"I...I want you to fu...fuck me, Ranpo. Please."

Hm. His smirk grows wider than it was before.

"Well if you're that desperate, you should've just asked~"

In a second, Ranpo's face is buried in Chuuya's neck, drinking in the expensive perfume. He doesn't even need to look to undo Chuuya's pants and yank it down to his feet until they're left messily on the floor. Ranpo undoes his belt, and from his trousers, rises a thick meaty cock that Chuuya never expected this annoying little guy to have. I mean he's not even much taller than Chuuya! Not even more muscular!

"You took a while to get the memo," Ranpo says, placing his hand around his wet cock, precum leaking from the top. He used his hand to lather it all over, lubing it up for Chuuya's tight hole.

"Just know this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't gotten so angry from the get-go."

It took a second, but soon Ranpo was deep inside Chuuya's warmth, his girth spreading him out the way no previous lover ever did. He grunts as he pushes it in further, wanting to reach Chuuya's special spot.

Chuuya gasped and his breath hitched as Ranpo went deep inside, his insides have never had to stretch like that before. He's surprised he didn't cum just from that one thrust alone.

"Fff...fu-uck...." He winces as he speaks, hoping that focusing his mind on talking would get his mind off this huge thing inside him.

Finally, Ranpo reaches his prostate, making Chuuya flinch aggressively as he does so. He takes a moment to get used to the tingley feeling it brought him, and when he calms down, Ranpo decides to move.

He does so without warning or need to be told, he can deduct from Chuuya's heartbeat and body language alone that he's ready. It's funny, Chuuya never had to have somebody take control of him like this before, it felt odd, but, also kind of nice.

Ranpo's cock makes its way in and out of him, stopping once only the tip is inside before thrusting back inside him. Meanwhile Chuuya is a mess, moaning and whimpering like a common whore.

"Hey, did Dazai ever make you feel like this? Huh? Did he ever make you moan like that for him?" Ranpo bullies more pleasure out of the poor man.

"Next time you come over to the agency, why don't you tell him how much better I fucked you. Much better than he ever did. You want that? You wanna tell Dazai how much better my dick is for you? Say it, Chuuya. Say my dick is better."

"You-ah! Your-your dick-ahn! Ah! Hah, hah, your dick i-is better, it's better Ranpo, it's b-better! Ahn!"

"What a slut. All I asked for was a simple reply, and now I got you moaning from my cock alone. I didn't need all that reassurance! Just proves how much you fucking love it. Don't you? You love it, don't you, Chuuya? Say it! Say you love it!"

"I-I-I love it! Hah, I love it! Fuck me, Ra-Ranpo, fuck me! Fuck me! Aahn!!"

Chuuya starts moaning in a higher pitch, his legs are shaking like crazy and his grip on Ranpo's back is getting harder. He knows what that means. With one swift movement, Ranpo takes his hand and places it on Chuuya's cock, blocking any cum from being released with his thumb. Chuuya practically screams, his body desperate for the feeling of release.

"You think I'm just gonna let you cum just like that? No, I'll make you make me cum 7 times before I even let you cum once. That's once for every one of my friends at the detective agency who I want to know how good I'm fucking you on my cock like that. Including Dazai. I'll make sure you tell them after this, alright? Tell them how good I'm fucking you. Okay?"

Chuuya wasn't given any time to respond. "You better make my dick feel immaculate right now. The sooner I cum, the sooner you can, too."

Chuuya desperately made his hole tighter for Ranpo's cock, making the latter roll his head back in pleasure. He thrusts in even faster, making Chuuya see stars.

"Count with me." He orders.

"Gh, gh-hck, o-one," Chuuya chokes out, feeling Ranpo's thick cum erupt inside of him, entering each deep crevice of his insides.

Thrusting even more.

"T-two,"

Cums inside again.

"Th-hah! Hahn, th-reeee," Chuuya eyes are asymmetrical, one eye open and one eye almost closed. He can feel the thick liquid seep out of him, spilling out from between the walls of his hole and Ranpo's meaty cock.

He thrusts in even faster. Chuuya doesn't know if this is done out of mercy or for Ranpo's own pleasure.

He cums again.

"Foouuur,"

All while Chuuya's own neglected cock is leaking all kinds of precum.

"Fi-iivvve,"

His cock is red like it's about to burst.

"Si-hah, hah, siiixxx,"

Ranpo's cock is abusing Chuuya's poor little prostate so heavily that he thinks it'll never recover again.

"This time," Ranpo says with a glint in his eyes," I'll let you cum with me. This one's for Dazai. I want him to know exactly how much better I'm making you feel. Much better than he ever did. This one's for all the times he's made you cum, and marks how I've ruined you for him. No matter what happens between you now, you'll know that no one will ever fuck you as good as Ranpo Edogawa. You got that, Chuuya?"

Chuuya could barely make out what he was trying to say. With a fucked-out look on his face he nods lazily, and with that, the two cum together. Chuuya's ropes of white strands splatter on his chest, his legs, even his face and his hair. Ranpo cums so hard it shoots the cum that was already in him deeper inside, reaching much farther than it ever did, while leaking out so much there was a trail going down the wall underneath the baywindow Chuuya was sitting on and started leaving a small puddle on the ground next to their feet.

Chuuya stops breathing for a second, instead gasping as he looks farther and farther upward, the strength of the orgasm hitting him like a truck. He rides it out, and then collapses with his back against the window behind him. Ranpo pulls out, and watches the endless waves of cum erupt from Chuuya's stretched out hole like a waterfall. He carries the shorter man in his arms and takes him to the bed, where he laid fucked out of his mind. Ranpo pulls up his pants and reaches out for his computer, starting a group call with his friends stuck at the agency.

"Hey guys!" Ranpo calls, hiding Chuuya's face from view for a second.

"Ranpo! Where are you? Why aren't you at work? We're finishing up in here!"

"Sorry, I got kinda distracted. Can you call everyone over? I wanna show them something."

"Alright," Kunikida says before calling the rest of the agents over to huddle at his desk.

"Hey guys!" Ranpo calls again.

"Good evening, Ranpo!"

"Where are you calling from? I don't recognize that background."

"Ranpo-san! I was waiting for you for 2 hours! Don't we have a case?"

"Hello, Mister Ranpo! Why do you look so tired? You're all sweaty!"

"Ranpo-san, are you okay?"

His friends are all wondering where he is and what's been taking him so long to get back. They each have their own questions for him.

"Sorry, guys, I got a little side-tracked." He says with a smile and a shrug.

"But, I just wanted to pass along a message. Actually, I think it's best if you heard it from the man himself!" Ranpo pulls Chuuya into view, of course only showing his upper torso and above. He displayed Chuuya's fucked-out face to the agency, cum still dripping from his chin and cheeks.

"Tada!"

"WHAT THE-"

"RANPO WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!"

"Woah woah woah wait! Is that--Chuuya Nakahara from the Port Mafia?! I thought he was dating Dazai!"

"R-Ranpo?? What is this?!"

"Ooh you're hanging out with that gravity manipulator? Cool! I didn't know city folk had so many connections!"

Ranpo's green eyes shined as he smirked.

"Go ahead, Dear, tell them what you want them to know."

"I..." Chuuya started, still fucked out beyond repair, trying to make up an actual sentence.

"I got fucked. Ranpo fucked me." He said.

"And...?"

"And it's the best f-fucking fuck I ever had!" He slurred like a drunkard.

"Even better than Dazai?"

"WAY better," He answered submissively.

"Hear that, Dazai?" Ranpo called out to the only one who didn't respond. "He says I fucked him better. Guess we know now who he prefers." Ranpo made a teasing remark as well as a cruel, childish hand gesture.

"Well, gotta go! See you guys tomorrow!" And with that, the call ended. Leaving the rest of the agency in shock and a blur.

"....did he just??"

Meanwhile, Ranpo turned his laptop off and started removing his boyfriend's vest, giving him the wrong idea.

"H-huh-?"

"No, no, don't worry, we're done for tonight." Ranpo reassured, letting Chuuya rest his head on the silk pillows. "You did great today. And what did we learn?"

"You...you're the best....at fucking me...Ranpo..."

"Even better than.....?"

"Even...b-better than Dazai...." He slurred in his speech.

"Good." The detective removed his own cape and vest, hung his hat on the headrest of the bed, and laid down next to the already sleeping ginger.

The two were at peace for the rest of the night, until the next day when Chuuya found out about the call to the agency. Meanwhile, Dazai was outside, rock hard and kicking the trash cans outside the agency building out of anger.

REAL!!!

With the ADA, the ones who Dazai is comfortable enough to be bratty around, bro is extra EXTRA bratty

He just kinda wants to know how far chuuyas patience will go (not that far, but he still does what he wants)

And everyone in the agency just expects it at that point?

Like at least they can see chuuya as a fellow dazai victim and not just the guy from the Port Mafia

They found common ground easily--and that ground was dazai's princess lookin ass

But around the Port Mafia? Ohh here we go

It started out as dazai wanting to tease chuuya in front of his coworkers

"Oooh chuuya stop right there!! There seems to be, what's this, a PUDDLE in the way??? Fear not, my dear, as I will lay my coat on the ground to be your bridge, no disgusting water will sully the shoes of my beloved!!"

"Yeah yeah whatever"

But after a while, dazai regains his confidence around the mafia and can be more doting on chuuya more comfortably

Especially around kouyo, who may or may not be all that thrilled about her little chuuya dating....*shivers*....dazai of all people

Here dazai looks out for him the way chuuya usually does, like asks him if he's hungry, tells him to take a break if he needs to, and of course, parading him around like a showdog

Part of it is him stepping out of the way in chuuyas place of work so he could relax and focus, part of it is also "OOOOH HELLO PORT MAFIA!!! IT SEEMS THAT I MANAGED TO BAG YOUR BEST EXECUTIVE!!! DID HE KNOW THAT HE GIVES THE BEST HEAD?? NO?? WELL NOW YOU DO!!! :DDD"

this stupid little shit I love him😭

And ofc, these two are absolute BEAUTIES so in that department they're both equal players☺️

People fawn over them on the street but of course they both get a lil jealous, in different ways

I'm a possessive dazai truther, like this boy gets jealous from people simply looking at chuuya or giving him the attracted side-eye. He usually retaliates by being even more annoying, flaunting their relationship with not-so-subtle hints and being even needier once they're alone. This man is so smitten its embarassing😮‍💨

I genuinely believe that chuuyas a lot calmer than people make him out to be. People think he's this angry, irritated guy but that's just the kind of personality that comes out of anyone around dazai😮‍💨 however, I do also believe he's a jealous fuck and WILL yell at someone for looking at his annoying little pookie for too long

NONE of these losers are subtle with ANYTHINH they do I hate them😭

I don't know how to explain it but they're both equally the trophy wife in this relationship

Dazai n I fighting over who gets to hold chuuyas hand until he makes us compromise😮‍💨

🤭

Ranpo loves praise♡

Bottom!RANPO X Top!Fem!READER

| Praise kink, use of "Mommy" and "Baby", submissive Ranpo, creampie |

Ranpo loves praise.

It's so cute seeing a man who seemed so sure of himself be absolutely ruined just by a couple kind words.

Just a little compliment here and there, and Ranpo was putty in your hands.

It was dark that night, the only light coming from the moon itself as it danced its way in through the window. It crept up the floorboards until it reached the two of you.

Ranpo was deep inside of you, fucking you slowly and desperately. He knelt between your legs, his grip loosening and hardening against your thighs, keeping them apart lazily. His eyes were barely open, and in the darkness you saw only bright green slits staring back at you, awaiting your approval.

"Such a good boy, Ranpo, dear..." you cooed, finding the tired rhythm of his movements sweet and cute. He was such a baby, your baby after all. All he wanted all day was your pussy, especially after you'd been teasing him all day with those thigh highs that cupped the fat on your legs beautifully. Several times throughout the day, he thought he was going to cum on the spot everytime you leaned over to hand him some paperwork, or gently caressed your thighs knowing he was watching, or simply walking past, allowing your sweet aroma to fill his nose and in turn his dirty thoughts. But he made it, he was good, and he went the whole day without cumming or jerking off. That deserved a reward.

"Ahn, ah, M-Mommy..." He whined, his approval battery suddenly drained so quickly, desperately asking for more of your delicious praise.

"Yes, Baby?" You asked, as if you didn't already know what he wanted.

"M-Mommy, am-am I doing g-good?" He asked as he tried thrusting into you faster, hoping to please you more. Silly boy, just the thought of him not being enough for you was torture for him. He needed validation, he needed your praise.

"Yes, dear, you're doing so good..." you cupped his cheek with your hand, caressing him lovingly. "So good for me, such a good boy..."

"M-Ma...Mommy...." He moaned, slowly reaching his limit.

That's when you decided to bring in the big guns.

"Such a good boy, Ranpo, fucking me so well. So good for me, so good for Mommy...." you added a couple moans here and there, making sure your voice was as sultry as possible, knowing it made Ranpo go crazy.

His hips started stuttering and his grip on your thighs tightened. "M-Mom-Mommy!! Hah, hah...Mommy!!" He whimpered as he slowly reached his release.

That's when you started tingling all over, his cock reaching your sweet spot more and in a faster pace, you held onto his back to keep him close as you both came together.

Ranpo was breathing heavily now, thrusting in slowly, just once or twice, savoring what was left of that feeling, before slowly pulling out with a grunt.

He looked beneath him to find your pretty little pussy, liquids shining in the moonlight like wet little stars. His cum spilled out of you, overfilling your hole nicely. You put on your panties and let down the nightshirt that had been previously pulled up above your breasts, pulling your beloved into a sweet goodnight kiss.

Ranpo finally caught his breath within your mouth. "Please," He pleaded. "One more?"

"No, no, we have work in the morning, remember?" You said, watching him pout like a spoiled little child, it was so cute to see.

"Reeaaally?" He asked again as you pulled him into the covers. "Yes, really, now go to bed, Kunikida-san will yell at you for making us late."

"Why would it be my fault?!" He whined.

"Cause I'm blaming you, of course!" You teased. "Plus, I'm the one who has to shovel cum out of my pussy and take a pill tomorrow, it's only fair."

"Fine." He pouted, getting under the covers to go to sleep.

"But I know you're just doing this just so I'll be extra horny tomorrow."

"Ah, so I guess you don't need those glasses to deduct me."

"Of course! I'm the greatest detective, you know!"

"Of course dear. Goodnight."

"Hmmph. Goodnight."

As Ranpo slowly fell deeper into his sleep, you caressed him, twisting and twirling his black hair around your fingers as you silently read your book.

Ranpo sure does love praise.

I don't know how to explain it but they're both equally the trophy wife in this relationship

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.infinitycow.eplay

WHO ARE YOU WHERE DOES THAT LINK GO

tumblr won't let me press it but I think this is an ad lmao

Why do the best yaoi stories come from Shonen anime. Okay so in the shoujo anime Kyaa I Love My Boyfriend these two people met in high school and fall in love. Aight, cool. Sounds cute enough. But wait, what's that over there?? Two boys once rivals yet trust each other with their whole being, whose faces morph out of anger when one is hurt, who is never found without the other, who always has their rival on their mind, who have fought bravely side by side because they KNOW the other will ALWAYS have their backs no matter what adversities have struck them in the past, and you're telling me they're NOT in a committed homosexual relationship????? Literally what was the point of all that then

Me and the voices celebrating everytime I do something slightly productive like throwing away the trash on my desk or going to the bathroom

SPIRITED AWAY (2001) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

DILF SKK IM SORRY

Also headcanons bc I'm so normal about them

Dazai

Janky old broke hobo spiderman energy

When I say broke I mean BROKE

Will swindle his way into getting money

Absolute SLUT will sleep with someone just to have a place to stay the night

Not exactly homeless, he's more like a roach. Just kinda scatters anywhere and stays somewhere he finds comfortable even if he's not welcome (cough cough chuuyas apartment)

Giving frank Gallagher energy but if he actually tried to be a good dad (source: shameless)

Oh did I mention he's a dad

YESSSIRR HES GOT A DAUGHTER BC GIRL DAD DAZAI CANON

His daughter is actually kinda embarrassed of him

She's def the one who worries about him the most

Lives with her mom, who is one of dazais old one night stands (IT SHOULDVE BEEN ME FR)

Her mom couldn't give two shits about this man even if she tried

His daughter doesn't want to be anything like him

She inherited his intelligence tho, just not his irresponsibility

Dazai doesn't live with them, he and the mother aren't dating but they're not friends either, she just kinda accepted that he's this cockroach in her life and her daughter is a nice piece of leftover trash he can't get enough of

Don't get me wrong, dazai LOVES his little girl

Absolutely adores her

She's usually just annoyed by him

He finds it cute when she yells at him cause it reminds him of when she would throw tantrums as a toddler

But she does genuinely love her dad more than anything

It's just hard for her to show it

She's not particularly close with her mom either since she's kind of a cruel and bitter woman

Still not over how dazai treated her

He's not perfect, but he tries

Chuuya

This man is like the complete opposite of dazai

He's a single father who wouldn't leave his daughter alone for a second

Unlike dazai chuuya fell genuinely in love with a woman but she died during childbirth

At first he was angry that his wife was taken away but one look at this little girl in his arms and all the pain and anger washed away

He promised her he would give her the world no matter what

He's absolutely the best father you could ever ask for

His daughters spoiled spoiled SPOILED

Nothing but the best for his little girl🥺

And unlike dazai bro is LOADED so yeah she pretty much gets anything she wants with a snap of her fingers

But she's not a brat tho (at least, not when she's older)

She takes after chuuya in her need to be useful and independent

She's actually way more calm than he is, but she does have a little of his demeanor

Anyway enough abt her since I'm very early into the development of this au and Idk much about how I want the kids to be yet

Chuuya does bulk up as years go by cause ain't no way this child having a TWINK for a father🙄

He does also get a teensy bit taller bc I wanna throw this dog a bone, man

"I'm still growing" You know what?? Yeah you are buddy keep believing in urself😊

Still in the mafia, but since having a kid he's withdrawn a lot more from this life

He's not the type to try to get a higher position for his kid since he knows that the more involved he is with the Port Mafia, the more danger he and his family is in

Only a few in the Port Mafia actually know he's got a kid

For a while they tried to keep it a secret from mori not knowing what he'd do

Also do not leave his young daughter alone with this man

WEVE SEEN YOSANOS BACKSTORY GOODBYE

Chuuya is a lot less violent than he was in his 20s

Having a kid really softened him up

Now when he's on a mission, he doesn't kill anyone unless he was ordered to

He can see the fear in his enemy's eyes and all he can think of are their kids and what would happen to them

So unless he absolutely has to, he won't kill anyone

His job is also a secret from his daughter

He doesn't want her involved in any way whatsoever

He wants her to find her own path, to be her own person, and most of all, to be safe and happy

Wasn't gonna do this part but

SOUKOKU

Dazai and chuuya do get back together in this au

After the unofficial breakup they did have a couple nights together but after a while they drifted apart, chuuya finding a wife and family, and dazai slowly spiraling deeper and deeper into his own mess

Their lives are intertwined again upon an incident where their kids are in danger

That's when they pull a spy x family and secretly defeat the enemy without their daughters knowing about it

It was supposed to be a one time thing, after this they're back to their normal lives

But unfortunately their girls became quite good friends, so they had to keep seeing each other

They went from hanging out with their kids in a daddy-daughter tea party to absolutely destroying each other in the bedroom

Ok that's all I genuinely wanna develop this au so ask me anything! I'd love to answer ur questions!!!

The way I had to draw this up to get it😭

So I was thinking on how would ada family tree will be like ok

The father and son is Fukuzawa and Ranpo obv then Ranpo's sister is Yosano and Yosano is married to Kouyou and their daughter is Kyoka bc in wan bsd Fukuzawa and Kyoka were called granddaughter and grandfather. BUT Kouyou's son is Chuya and Chuya is married to Dazai and Dazai's kid is Atsushi and Atsushi is married to Akutagawa. Who's gonna be their child? Q maybe bc he's like white and black like shin soukoku idk you can decide if they will have a child or not. Ok I can't stop going literally everyone is connected 😭 So Akutagawa's sister is Gin so Gin is gonna marry Higuchi bc why not. Oh and I forgot that Ranpo is married to Poe. Oof I think that's it. If I missed something then you can continue.

Absolutely canon you can't make me think different

The AUDACITY. me too

disrespectful

Soukoku core

RRRR NOTHING ON MY BRAIN EXCEPT KAKEGURUI AU SKK

Ok instead of a a school it takes place within the Port Mafia which is the biggest gambling ring in japan

Pm dazai and chuuya here but dazai is 22 and the pm boss and chuuya lost his place as an executive after losing against mori in a gamble for his position

2 months afterwards mori mysteriously dies and dazai becomes the boss

He calls chuuya into his office and teases him about his loss and offers him a deal

A deal where if chuuya wins he gets his old job back

If dazai wins, chuuya has to follow a life plan dazai had made for him

In this plan he must leave the Port Mafia altogether and marry dazai and bear his kids

Oh did I mention this was omegaverse????

Not rlly bc it has nothing to do with scents or mating cause honestly I'm not feeling it

It's just an ideal world (where men can get pregnant as they SHOULD)

Anyway the game is called "Disappearing Dazai" it's a game dazai invented for this situation

The way it works is that each player is given a set of doors

These doors have a small plastic box behind them where you can store something inside

There are six doors each in a color from the rainbow and arranged as such

Then the player whose turn is first is given a small ceramic dazai doll

While the other player has their back turned and a blindfold on for extra precautions, the other will hide the Disappearing Dazai in one of the doors

Then the other player must turn around and take off the blindfold and try to guess which door holds the dazai doll

While chuuyas back is turned he focuses on the sounds of the door closing and the ceramic doll hitting the inside of the box

He hears it come from the left side

So when he turns around prepared to choose one of the doors on his now right side, he is surprised to see that the doors have been rearranged. Some are now on the opposite side, seemingly at random

Dazai says that the rules never mentioned rearranging the doors so it's definitely allowed

Confused and overthinking, chuuya chooses the wrong door

He stuck to his decision to thr sound coming from the right side and chooses an orange door, thinking that maybe dazai rearranged the doors first before inserting the doll

However, he is wrong

He realizes that the board they are playing on is made of velvet, which is a soft material that made him unable to hear the sound of the doors being rearranged

The truth was that dazai put the doll in the blue door, the one originally on chuuyas right, and then switched them after

Ok this is getting long and I'm too lazy to explain how the rest of the game goes so pretty much chuuya lost and now has to pay the price

He really doesn't want to and fights against it, but dazai tells him that no one in the pm respects him anymore after he lost to mori, and now his career in the mafia is forever stagnant at an underling position

He is no longer the strong and powerful chuuya nakahara, the gravity manipulator

He is now chuuya nakahara, the prideful idiot who bit too much than he could chew and lost pathetically

So now, since dazai is ever so generous, he gives chuuya a choice

He can remain in the mafia, however trapped in this unmoving, unpromotable state where he will never be respected again

Or he can obey dazai and willingly choose to live by his life plan, at least keeping his pride and erasing his embarrassing blunder from the past by cutting ties with the mafia altogether

And since I'm a silly lil fanfic writer ofc he chooses the life plan

From there it's kind of fuzzy with how I plan to keep it going buuuttt at least I got this much figured out

I wanna actually write this properly in fanfic form but I just made this to get the idea out there, see if people like it, get feedback, and so that when I do write it, I have a guide I can look at so I don't forget everything haha

BTW I had this idea at like 12 am last night while I was supposed to be sleeping so there might be some plot holes or something wrong with the logic

I'm especially worried about the logic of the game since I am nowhere smart enough to think of something actually on the kakegurui level

So anyway ya!! Watch kakegurui if u haven't since that's what this au is based on and if u know it you might understand the story better

Also it's got girls orgasming everywhere so....idk ur feelings abt that......

Anyway tell me what u think!! I'd love to get ur feedback and fix whatever mistakes I made!!

HHRRRRRRAAHHHHRAHSGJSHS I NEED THIS WHERE CAN I READ IT

I've been cooking during the break (I'm still on it, just limiting the posting to 1 post a day at most uwu)

kofi✨

Soukoku core

| It Hurts | TodoBaku /DekuBaku |

TW: Self harm

Katsuki's bad habits start creeping back up again after Izuku leaves UA. Luckily, Shoto is here to lend a hand.

9:28pm, Thursday

Recovery Girl had an expected, yet, unwanted visitor.

Weakly stepping into her clinic was Class 1-A's homeroom teacher Shota Aizawa with a young boy named Katsuki by his side.

To say the boy was disheveled would be an understatement. Almost every inch of his skin was littered with cuts and scars, even some had burns of them from what looked like small, concentrated explosions. He looked like a child had covered him in deep red stickers.

The nurse let out a sigh of worry. She didn't need to say anything as a simple exchange of knowing nods from the teacher to her accomplished more than necessary. Mr. Aizawa carefully led his student to an all-so-familiar bed and sat on the chair next to him. They had been in here so many times the chair was already sitting there, morbidly waiting for their return.

Recovery Girl took Katsuki's hands and examined his wrists. The cuts were not as deep as before, but there were far more of them, implying a rapid, repetitive motion instead of deep, long, slow ones. She rolled up his pant leg which revealed a set of bruises littered all over each of them, no visible pattern, though it seemed similar to the ones he had when he "fell" down the stairs a couple times that one day.

Now for the part she was looking forward to the least. She couldn't bare it, the way her heart broke each time she did it. Slowly raising her head, the nurse met the boy eye-to-eye. Yet, his pupils weren't facing her. They were facing forward, but they weren't particularly looking at anything. Its like a vast hole had opened up and sucked out all the life from his eyes. Aside from that, there were cuts on his lips, bruises on his cheek, his nose was bleeding, and a deep gash had appeared under his eye. Yet his expression remained the same, empty, lifeless, stoic, despite the deep physical pain.

"As usual," the old woman started, trying her best to break the silence and replace it with something more...wholesome. Yet the news was going to be rather far from it. "The sheer amount of injuries will take a while to heal completely, which I'm guessing is what you want," she tried to meet the boy's gaze again, but he still stared into nothing. "Even with my Quirk I can only do so much. Anyway, I suggest you stay the night. There's nothing much I can do, but at least I can ensure you won't be alone, if that's okay with you." She turned to face Aizawa, whose head was in his hand as he slouched forwards in his chair. His long black hair was tied into a messy ponytail with a couple strands in the way of his face. He looked up from where he had leaned his weight on his hand to reply to her, letting her know he'd be okay with staying to watch over his student. With that she went to gather some tools she would need for the procedure. With her gone, Aizawa took the chance to speak.

"You said you weren't gonna do this anymore." He said.

"I know. Sorry." Came Katsuki's rarely monotone voice. He didn't even bother to look his teacher in the eye, not that he could anyway.

"You're worrying me, you know that? And if your friends and family knew they'd be worried sick as well, you do know that, right?"

"I know. Sorry." Katsuki repeated.

"You could've gotten seriously hurt."

"I know. Sorry."

"Hurting yourself won't bring him back."

"....".

Katsuki's lips moved as if he was about to say something, but after a second of thought he shut it again. He didn't answer him after that.

Recovery Girl activated her Quirk but as it could take a couple hours, she needed to cover the wounds to ensure that they wouldn't get infected during the wait. After that she left the clinic and went home, leaving a sleeping Aizawa next to a, to use a more accurate term, passed out Katsuki.

12:17am, Friday

Katsuki's eyes opened. The whole room was dark as the lights were off but he could still make out what it looked like. To his right was a curtain hiding away another bed. To his left, a bedside table, on it a phone, wallet, and set of keys, as well as a sleeping Aizawa sitting next to it. Seated upright, he took a look at his arm. The cuts that had just been made hours before were almost entirely healed. All that remained were thin red lines that stretched across his wrist. With his other hand he traced a finger on them in a perpendicular motion, feeling the ridges of the scars paint patterns on his sense of touch. Looking around he realized no one else was there, and that it was already past 12. With nothing better to do, but not without a rather unstable mental condition, he quietly got off the bed and snuck out of the room.

The halls of UA were darker than he expected. He reached out a hand and felt around the walls to know where he was going. Once he got to the stairs he heard a set of footsteps coming closer, forcing him to race up the steps in case it was Aizawa ready to give him another lecture. He didn't count how many steps or staircases he went up until he was face-to-face with a door. It was the only thing on that floor which proved he was on the school rooftop. He was about to climb back down when he noticed the door was slightly ajar, not locked like he had thought it was. Hesitantly he walked out and was met with the cool breeze of the early morning city. The cement was cold under his feet and the wind hit his skin like it knew something. He hadn't felt so tranquil in such a long time.

The breeze swept his messy, spiky hair out of the way, enabling him to get a clear view of the sky above him. He finally understood why the sky was always associated with heaven or with gods. What he saw was ethereal. The clouds were of a light blue and swayed across the canvas as little bright stars littered the deep blue ocean. The moon was nonexistant that night.

"Bakugou," came a voice.

Katsuki turned his head to meet his eyes with his classmate. Red and white strands of messy bedhead swayed around his face, grounded by his scalp. Shoto's eyes were wide in what wasn't exactly shock, but of something more tranquil. He had seen something far more beautiful than the ethereal night sky right then and there.

The boys were silent for a second.

"Hey." Katsuki greeted. He didn't know exactly what to say.

"I, uh..." Shoto started. "I heard that something happened to you, so I went to the clinic to check and, uh, you weren't there, so...." the awkwardness in his voice interrupted his speech.

They were quiet again. It was like the only sound in the world was of the wind howling in the distance.

Suddenly, a soft burst of laughter erupted from their mouths.

"What was that?" Katsuki asked, a hand loosely covering his awkward smile. "You sounded so nervous!"

"I dunno! It just happened!" Shoto laughed so hard he snorted, causing Katsuki to pause yet laugh some more. As soon as they quieted down, the two boys sat side by side on the floor with their eyes gazing up at the stars.

"I heard what happened." Shoto started. "What's been happening...Bakugou, I'm so-"

"Save it." Katsuki cut him off. Yet there was a slight lack of venom in his voice, as if he was genuinely upset but...not angry.

"I'm not here to hear some bullshit about how you care about me, and how you love me, and how you're there for me, I just..." He looked down in what seemed like...shame? Grief? Disappointment? "I just want you to stay. That's it. No talking necessary."

Silence. Then,

"We don't have to talk." Shoto spoke up.

"But to be fair, I don't like what he did either." Katsuki's eyes widened as he swiftly turned to look at Shoto.

"What?"

"He left. Instead of trusting in us that we would help him, he went off to deal with it on his own. He didn't think about or care what it would do to us, he was only thinking about himself." He said.

"It was stupid."

"Yeah, it was really stupid." Katsuki smirked and looked away.

"He shouldn't have done that."

"Yeah."

"I honestly don't know who's hurting from that decision more, him or you."

There was silence again.

"He doesn't deserve you, Bakugou." Shoto said, yet his eyes were focused on a cricket that had made its way to the rooftop in front of them.

"After everything you've been through together, he doesn't get to just leave. He doesn't get to do that to you."

Katsuki's eyes softened, and he looked away again, focusing instead on his criss-crossed legs.

"You don't have to say that."

"I want to."

"Okay."

"I think it's true."

"Yeah."

Katsuki looked up at the sky again. There they were, the light blue clouds, the shining distant stars, the deep blue ocean above and yet, this time, the moon was present. Rising and shining like it had been there all along. But for some reason, Katsuki only noticed it was there now.

Maybe it was there the whole time, and he didn't even realize it.

He leaned his head onto his friend's shoulder.

"I think it is, too."

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WOOO BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE FED YALL HUH

sorry if it isn't that good I'm tired and just wanted to get this idea out of my head

BKG BBY HE DOESNT DESERVE YOUUUUU

Nothing on my mind except Chuuya with depression who gets some help from an expert in that field (dazai🙄)

It starts simple. Dazai and Chuuya often meet at an underground bar to have a drink together. It's the one time they can talk to each other peacefully, no need for their constant bickering and attacks, here they can actually be civilized.

Chuuya doesn't notice it at first. All he knows is that as of late, he hasn't really been in the mood. Jobs that he would finish in a heartbeat suddenly become such a burden. Things he used to love like music and wine are all but fuzzy memories, he doesn't feel anything for them now. He's always tired, and he's never tired. Chuuya would never admit when he wants to hit the hay. As long as the boss needed him, he was there.

He comes in late for his and Dazai's biweekly meetings. Dazai can already tell the other is in distress. His once so strong appearance that he accomplished with so much effort seemed improvised, shirt undone by three top buttons, jacket hanging by his arm, no vest, hair in disarray, it was barely like Chuuya anymore.

"What's wrong, Slug? You win a hobo costume contest or something?" Dazai tried to tease, to lighten the mood.

"Shut up, fish for brains, m' not in the mood." Chuuya says begrudgingly as he takes a seat one stool away from Dazai, like he always did.

"Oh? Do tell," Dazai slid a glass of shiny brown liquid and three floating ice cubes to his ex partner, who took it without a word.

"None of your goddamn business, Mackerel." Chuuya was grumpy, cranky even, at Dazai's poor attempt at comforting him.

"Aw, c'mon, Chuu! This is Lupin we're in! What's the point of this place still standing if we don't share anything and everything in it?"

Chuuya sighed a short "fine" and opened up.

"I've just been so tired lately." He said.

"Oh? Mori giving you trouble?"

"Nah, the workload's just as much as before, I checked. It just...feels like more than I can carry, y'know?"

"Well, maybe you should take a break," Dazai said in a cheerful tone. "I know a couple of islands you could visit for a vacation. They've got wine and music and probably some tacky hats if you feel like i-"

"That's the thing, I'm not in the mood to take a break. Or do the things I want. They just....don't seem that appealing anymore. And even if I do take some time off, what if the boss needs me? I can't just let go of that responsibility."

By now Chuuya has had one too many drinks than he can handle in this state, and by that I mean he's only had one, the one Dazai gave him. Already he was looking even worse. Dazai figured it was time for him to go home.

Usually when Chuuya was drunk and Dazai was the poor soul who had to take him home to safety, he would be met with countless insults and "I'm not drunk"s or "one last drink"s. But this time, Chuuya didn't resist a bit. He groggily got off the stool, greeted the bartender, took his coat and walked out silently with Dazai. It's a feeling the latter definitely wasn't used to.

They got to Chuuya's apartment, a luxurious suite at the top of a 30+ story condo that had a bigger bedroom than Dazai's entire home, and the brunette laid his friend down on the couch. Once he knew he was comfortable he slid down to sit on the floor with his back leaning on the couch, staying close to watch his friend. It wasn't the first time he'd done this, and it won't be the last.

"Dazai?"

"Yeah?"

"You get feelings like this too, right?"

"All the time, buddy. Why?"

"I was worried about that. Do you...have any tips on...how to deal with it?"

Dazai paused for a second.

"Have you thought about just...not dealing with it?"

"Can't afford to do that."

"Why not?"

"Well, unlike you, some of us are actually competent assets to our jobs. If I go down the entire Port Mafia will go down too."

"That's not your responsibility."

"It was when you left."

Another long pause. Chuuya was a little out of it, but even he could tell it was too quiet in there.

The silence was so long Chuuya's eyes started to get heavier. His long lashes would flutter up and down as he tried to remain awake. He didn't know why, there was no reason for him to stay away that night...right?

Dazai felt the change in Chuuya's atmosphere even while looking away. As he turned around he saw Chuuya's cute little eyelids flutter like butterflies and his bright blue pupils softening towards slumber.

"Are you going to sleep? Because I can leave if you want." Dazai was quick to get back up on his feet and make his way to the door. However he wasn't quick enough for something to not catch him by the tail of his coat.

"Wait," came a voice. Dazai looked behind him. Chuuya had pulled himself out of the couch just to reach him. His hand gripped on lightly to his coat yet it was probably all the strength he could muster.

"Could you...stay here for a little while?" He asked bashfully. They weren't little kids anymore, asking a guy to stay the night means something now.

Dazai's face went from confused to soft and reassuring. "Sure, Shrimp." He said as he made his way back to the couch. "Since Chuuya needs me so much, I guess I can stay."

"All I need you for is to repel any mice or rats that come in here. Your fishy scent will drive them away."

"Oh my! How hurtful! You've really done it now, Chuuya, I'm devastated!"

"Shut up..."

Neither of them know how it happened, but soon enough the two were asleep. Chuuya on the couch, stomach down and face to the side in case he needed to vomit (he didn't) with a hand reaching out. And Dazai leaning against the arm rest of the couch, also slightly on his side, hand almost touching Chuuya's.