#Chuuya Nakahara x Osamu Dazai

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So I was bored and decided to turn a soukoku manga panel fem! I tried my best and I think I messed up the blush lol. But here you go!

[tecchoussuperlady]

𝑴𝑰𝑫𝑨𝑺 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯

- 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒂

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Chuuya Nakahara X Osamu Dazai

Ballroom dancers AU

- Request by @gold0venice

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Warnings: PSD (not pointed out), SA (not mentioned yet, but if you look deeper into it you might realize), corruption

Words: 1.1k (I thought it's longer, but nvm THE REST WILL BE LONGER, TRUST ME)

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7th May

Both of them sat on the bench with a loud thud.

,,Now you two idiots, say each other one nice thing."

,,What?"

,,We are not some little bastards at kindergarten!"

,,Then stop acting like them."

Both of the teenagers looked at their coaches with wide eyes. They were supposed to prepare for their competition and not having some group bonding.

"We have to prepare coach! We don't have time for such a things, not like there's a one good thing about the idiot Nakahara."

,,You little-"

,,I'm not the little one here."

,,Enough, do what I said or you are being disqualified. How are you two supposed to do such an art as ballroom dancing, when you can't even say a single nice thing about the other one?"

Both the brunette and the ginger haired teens went quiet without sparing a glance at the other one. Chuuya refused to start, there is no way he will say it first.

Is there even one good thing about his partner? He was probably handsome according to ladies. Now when he thought about it deeper Osamu wasn't bad looking. He was handsome, though his hair always looked somehow greasy. Was hair even naturally like this... maybe they were originally curly?

,,I like your style..."

The brunette spoke up shocking the ginger next to him.

,,... in shoes."

Before Chuuya could argue back the coach had enough and raised his hands to flick the boys forehead.

,,What? Why that coach?"

Osamu started whining betrayed. Why did he had to bother with such a minor things before important stage performance?

,,Come on, I'm not forcing you two to love each other. But dancing is more than just muscle memory of some steps and movements. It's an art, made by two people. And two messy souls cannot make such an art together. Now be honest, You can go back to bickering as always after today's day."

Chuuya's thoughts were dismantling everywhere. What type of compliment should he state about Osamu Dazai?

,,I like the way you value and treat your belongings. You might get the filthiest and the most boring gift, but you will still treat it as if it's made out of diamonds."

Osamu moved his eyes towards the chain on Chuuya's hat.

His hands hesitantly traced the chain on his hat. How did Osamu knew he didn't just bought it, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to get his answers right now.

,,Thanks I guess, so umm..."

Chuuya couldn't bring himself to speak up. There was definitely something good about Osamu, but why his mind was unable to bring up any at this moment?

,,I know you want to say that you love everything about me Nakahara, but one thing will be enough for today."

As if.

,,Well i like your..."

He really couldn't decide and Osamu's thrilled eyes waiting for him to finally give him some praise weren't helping.

,,...I like your hands."

The room fell into silence.

,,My my hands? I mean, understandable. But why my hands out of everything man."

Thier trainer was still watching them silently not uttering a single word anymore.

,,You wanted one thing and i said one! You were staring at me weirdly and all too!"

Chuuya couldn't help but kept quietly screaming and complaining.

,,Alright, i think that's enough for today."

The coach gave up and quickly rushed away from the bickering teenagers.

,,Come on Nakahara, we don't need to be lovers to beat some losers in dancing."

Osamu took his hand from his coat and reached to Chuuya. Both of them were already clothed and ready, Osamu with his black shirt covering most of his bandaged places. His overcoat was lined with charming golden patern. And Chuuya with silky red shirt and black vest, thick tied belt included.

,,Just don't mess up Dazai."

,,Same goes to you, the Academy's future is in our hands after all."

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The first half of the participants were already on the dance floor doing the introducing dance.

All pairs were gently swaying into the music including Chuuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai. Being on the dance floor was as beautiful as always, Chuuya found comfort in dancing. He could thoughtfully express everything his heart bears without actually dealing with the problems. Someone might adress it as running away from their problems, but for Chuuya it was freeing. Being free from all the world problems and all the other tasks he had to do after this dance will end.

,,You are a bit stern Chuuya, relax a bit."

Osamu's fingers slightly tapped the gingers back while the slight wind caused by the movement of their bodies was slightly messing their hair.

,,Stop doing that and no need to call me by my first name Dazai."

Chuuya made sure to put emphasis on Osamu's name.

,,Ah Chuuya Nakahara..."

Both of the teenagers remained silent for the rest of their dance, but anyone observing their movements could see the slight change in their movements.

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,,The main dance is in 10 minutes from now on Nakahara. I don't know what's going on inside your head, but let it go and focus on what's important now."

Their coach give them last bit of advice and courageous words and left to watch one of the pairs on the dance floor.

,,My back feels a bit stiff, could hand me a bit of help Dazai?"

He couldn't help but hear his thoughts running in his head more fast than usually.

It's been almost thirty minutes from when their dance ended and Osamu's hands left his body, but the ginger still felt his touch burning on his skin as if it burned through his clothes.

Osamu got up and went behind Chuuya, with swift throw and grab he could feel a crack and Chuuya's body went more into loose position however the burning sensation haven't disappeared.

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As soon as Chuuya's feets touched the dance floor he was blinded by lights from all directions and the audience greeted both teenagers with light applause.

Suddenly Chuuya felt 5 years old again, seeing the world for the first time and tasting the aroma of society. Before he could sink deeper into his corrosive thoughts slim hand interrupted him. A soft touch going from his neck in light circles to his lower back.

After all he wasn't alone, not for now. With all his strenght he lifted his head to see Osamu next to him, even if he wasn't the best person or someone with heartwarming personality he felt safe with him.

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𓍢ִ໋🀦 I'm not sure I'd anyone noticed, but it's written in a style where both Chuuya and Osamh call each other second names/surnames, but when they think about each other, they do in first names. (Does it even makes sense help?)

This is disappointingly short, but I will try to post another part REALLY soon. Think about this as an opening.

DON'T GET DEHYDRATED or overstressed, because of school guys. Get a really delicious meal and relax a bit!

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[narrators-journal]

Kitsunebi

Fuck yeah! I actually like more than the concept or detail for this one! Of course, I’m not ENTIRELY the proudest, but that’s because I am rusty as hell with Soukoku QuQ. But hey! For once, I don’t feel like this is uncharacteristically awful work despite it not being Ryomina lol. And, I hope you enjoy it as well, dude. Sorry it took a bit. Also, forgive me if my info on kitsune/foxes is wrong, I did my best to google and read up on things.

EDIT: Admittedly, this one wasn’t in need of an edit because I disliked how it came out the first time. But, I decided to return to it regardless because I felt it came out a bit too short? I felt like I could still sprinkle in more detail, more focus on emersion, or something. I just felt something was MISSING to fill it out. So! I hope you enjoy the boost these bitches got, and I hope this’ll give my fans some assurance that I’m not devolving in skill or smthn.

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: Teratophilia, since Dazai’s a kitsune here. Creative definitions of Aphrodisiacs (aka heat/rut cycles) but no a/b/o intended. Some vague? Phone sex? Mutual Masturbation can also be read into it, but it’s not explicitly there.

With Thanksgiving, festivals, Christmas, and New Years all in the same season, winter was a season rife with dramatics. On the side of the Mafia, there were deals to make, knock offs to sell, and bonds to keep healthy. For the ADA, there was the Mafia, as well as monsters and other petty criminals to contend with. So, Dazai was sure that Kunikida hated the season with every fiber of his being. Most of all due to the fact that the bandaged brunette went into rut during the season. Granted, Osamu Dazai didn’t have a strong work ethic on the best of his days, but he was sure that his vanishing act still annoyed the Thanksgiving stuffing out of the schedule-addicted man.

Meanwhile, the annoyance he inflicted upon Kunikida was probably the one thing that the manipulative brunette actually enjoyed when his rut came each year. Which, was petty, but in the years like this one, where he was left to his own devices with only toys and the dysfunctional level of need that infected every fiber of his being like a stubborn cancer, it was something to cling to. “That toy helping any, Mackerel?” Chuuya Nakahara asked, his voice distorted by the mostly forgotten cellphone that kept Dazai company amongst the temperamental redhead’s mussed comforter and egyptian cotton sheets. Though, the amusement in his words was still clear, and was still a burr that tangled itself in the brunette’s fluffed-up tail. “Not at all.” He growled out while he humped into the soft silicone of a lubricated pocket pussy. The feather-stuffed pillow that the kitsune kept captive beneath him a bit of support to keep the plastic casing from moving. “I’d prefer if it were you beneath me right now. A toy just doesn’t satisfy my needs as well.” “Bold of you to assume I’d let you top me, motherfucker. Even in your rut.” The martial artist mocked through the phone, emboldened by the distance Mori had put between them when he sent his executive off to sweet talk some important cog of the mafia. “But hey! At least your rut only lasts three days, right? That’s a perk.” He offered, only to get back through barred fangs, “That’s if I was a fucking girl, Chibi! You know damned well how long my ruts are, cunt!” Though, at the same time that the redhead’s sarcastic comfort pissed Dazai off, it also made his cock twitch while it slipped in and out of it’s silicone prison. The simple act of bickering with his mate like a dose of gasoline for the desire in Dazai’s belly. So, no matter how Chuuya’s laughter ate at him, the brunette’s thoughts felt too much like mush for him to formulate a second witty reply.

So, he didn’t bother, and instead buried his face into the cognac-scented pillow that he kept his arms wrapped around while his hips moved as if they had a mind of their own. The unyeilding plastic of the pocket pussy’s a harsh contrast to the lubricated silicone that squeezed him. Which, was equal parts uncomfortable, and weirdly enjoyable enough to make the kitsune’s tail swish and thump against the mattress while he barked and whined. Yet, no matter how much he huffed up Chuuya’s scent from the silken cushion, it offered little to no help against the heat that seemed to carbonate Dazai’s blood.

What did offer a sliver of help, though, was the grip of the sex toy he humped into. As well as, of course, the mafioso’s voice when it managed to seep back into the Kitsune’s lust-addled brain. “Osamu? You still there, or did you finally hang up?” And, while Dazai couldn’t muster up the words to respond due to the lack of oxygen that got through the cognac-scented pillow. Though, that lack of acknowledgement only made the redhead give a small sight before he likely returned to whatever paperwork he had. Nice enough to at least sit on the phone with the kitsune as he humped needily into his pillow.

So, Dazai didn’t linger on the mafioso’s comment. He simply tightened his hold on the cushion and did his best to convince himself that the too-soft item was the muscular, scarred body of his mate. And that the muffled schlick, schlick, schlick of the slimy, silicone toy was really the twitchy, warm walls of his partner. Something that wasn’t insanely hard to do, thanks to the years he had to catalogue each one of Chuuya’s lustful sighs, but proved to be a bit difficult when the plastic case of the fucktoy brushed against his belly. A reminder of the cheap quality of the imitation in his head.

Though, regardless of the interruptions, he was able to work himself up just enough to manage a needy whine of, “Chuuyyyyyaaa…” the moment he lifted his head to gulp down the smoke-tinged air of the bedroom. Though, whether that smoke was from Dazai’s kitsune powers, or simply the scent of his own body being cooked by his Rut, he couldn’t tell. “I’m still here, Mackerel.” The redhead assured, his voice distorted by the phone, yet still a bit of a salve. “I...I think I’m gonna cum. I-I’m right at the edge.” He desperately whimpered. “Really? Aren’t you up to three, though? That’s usually your limit for consecutive orgasms. Plus, I’m sure that toy is getting nasty.” He teased, likely to try and dig into the brunette’s competitive side for some sick sadistic pleasure of his own. Though, the kitsune chose to imagine he was simply fuelling his own masturbation. Though, that didn’t spare the redhead a snarl, even if he only heard it through his phone. “Alright, alright, jeez. You can cum, mackerel, you have my blessing.”

That earned him another horny bark from the mindless brunette before his orgasm finally slammed into him so hard, that the tinge of smoke he’d tasted earlier was undoubtedly now from something in Chuuya’s bedroom. As if that could alleviate the heat that erupted onto the kitsune’s skin the same way that his load seemed to erupt out of the sex toy pinned beneath his body. “Oy! Don’t you dare burn down my fucking house, mackerel! You burn it, you buy it, slut!” Chuuya snapped out, though his words only seemed to roll through Dazai’s head at that point. His furious ranting about the cost of his furniture little more than background noise, even as Dazai waved his fluffed up tail to extinguish the flames before they did more than some light smoke damage. So, the brunette simply smiled and let him scold him so that he could use the sound of his mate’s voice as some form of white noise during his break.

[bestshipsmackdown]

Pre-qualifiers; Group Five: Subsection One

Salim x The Djinn from American Gods

Chuuya Nakahara x Osamu Dazai from Bungo Stray Dogs

The Doctor x The Master from Doctor Who

Amelia x Link from Grey's Anatomy

[actually-mentally-ill]

finding out making up whole detailed scenarios with fictional characters in your head is a “sign of mental illness”

[lotus-pear]

bro got dropped on the ground afterwards

[zzzx009]

they match each other's freak

[sundae-meringue]

[esmiara]

[yebyyhfushi]

Z z z☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

[spoksstuff]

bundle up, dumbass 😤💞

all credits to the artist @perdizzion on X, ig & tumblr

[pebble-ink]

chuuya and dazai manga panel!! i’ll try to post more often i swear!!

[tecchoussuperlady]

𝑴𝑰𝑫𝑨𝑺 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯

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Chuuya Nakahara X Osamu Dazai

Ballroom dancers AU

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Welcome to my new little series!

This is request by @gold0venice

I LOVE these themes so i obviously had to sign up! I also wanted to thank tjem for this amazing idea, cuz they gave me A LOT ideas and their way of imagining this story was so beautiful.

I tried my best to portrait this as best as possible, so i hope everyone will enjoy♡

(!I'm not a shipper, so I obviously don't ship them. Just a random reminder ig)

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After the Academy of dance and music in Tokyo started having financial problems their most talented duo of teenage ballroom dancers decided to win a near competition to bring their academy back to the light of fame and financial stability.

A/n: everything reminds me of economy exams atp (help)

Even after years when their journeys divided the ginger and brunette meet again in the dancing hall. One fighting for his victory and the other one for his love.

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｡↷𓀤♬☾⋆⁺links to chapters₊✩°｡

┊Most of them will be added later, cause of current amount of school work.

┊𝒊. 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒂

┊𝒊𝒊. 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏

┊𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒚

┊𝒊𝒗. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶˗ˋ .*ೃ✧₊˚.❁ ↷ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ ︿︿︿︿︿︿︿︿︿︿

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Also big thank you for the love for my last post (Eat my love), I was honestly surprised, cuz I didn't think it's the best.

(I'm quiting the yapping now, dw.)

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[shrimpkini]

I finally finished this seen page madness!!! Here’s more of my t4t soukoku au

The next day they went their separate ways and never spoke of it again.

[toomanymarkers]

People joke about Dazai and Chuuya being romantically experienced or whatever, but I think it's the opposite. Chuuya doesn't know what that stuff is because Mori thinks it's funny

[mossyphroge]

sillies !