#poechuu

[crowsonmars]

GAAAHAHHHHHHH CHUUPOE BE UPON YE

[meephisto-underscore]

cant believe they r all on a date together

[cloversdreams]

chuuya would, in fact, be interested in seeing poe’s wine cellar

[dcfygraviity]

@errantscriptor​ asked:

❝ i’m just gonna hold you for a while. ❞ - Poe

Sensual / Romantic Sentence Starters

Chuuya's response is somewhat muffled with how his face is pressed against the soft, cool material of Edgar's shirt, but he's way too comfortable in his current position to even think about changing it in the slightest for the foreseeable future.

These are moments when Chuuya is actually glad about his smaller size, which allows him to curl into Edgar's lap and feel completely, utterly enveloped by his arms, melting into his embrace like the soft-hearted fool he is for the loving, wonderful man he's somewhat been lucky enough to end up dating.

Gloved fingers clutch onto silky smooth material as Chuuya nuzzles into Edgar's chest, clearly in no hurry of leaving the embrace anytime soon. Here's hoping the writer doesn't mind an overly-clingy redhead.

[canirandagi-archived]

@errantscriptor​ asked:

"I...I couldn't pick, so I bought three." Three indeed, three equally extravagant looking bikes sit in front of the mansion. Karl skittering back and forth between the seats of them all. Each one is a bit different, but all have one thing in common. They all seem to match an outfit the detective frequently dons. Edgar shifts nervously, hoping he did alright. He was never very good at picking out gifts. "H-Happy birthday, Chuuya"

Chuuya's Birthday - Accepting!

"...!"

Chuuya stares in stunned silence at the three motorbiked parked in front of Poe's mansion - three expensive-looking, nice motorbikes he could never afford on his own salary. He blinks several times as if to make sure he's not accidently ingested one of Dazai's mushrooms, mouth slightly agape as the shiny new vehicles don't disappear from his vision. Oh... oh!

A small laugh bubbles from Chuuya's throat, bright and cheerful, as he walks towards his new rides and extends his arm to let the raccoon climb up it and settle on his shoulder before going back to Poe's side, wrapping one arm around Poe's waist, only a little bit miffed at how the height difference means his head barely makes it to Poe's chest.

"You... you... you didn't have to buy all this stuff for me. Seriously, I would have been happy with a few poetry books, or... or..." he lets out another small laugh, pressing his face into Poe's briefly before looking up, gesturing for the othr to bend a little so he can kiss him softly, his gaze impossibly soft and warm "Thank you though, I love all of them. Hope you have a place where I can keep them though, the agency dorm doesn't really have a garage big enough for all of them."

[errantinfinity]

@ravertia​ asked ; 💏 !!!! @ poe !!!!!!!!!!!!! bet !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fifty ways to kiss someone

04. ...where it hurts.

It saddens him to see Chuuya like this. Worry gnaws at every part of him, but he can’t let it hold him back. Not when Chuuya needs him.

Chuuya hates it, Edgar knows. For a long time, he wouldn’t let Edgar see him like this at all, would vanish for days at a time until he felt able to come home. Those times worried Edgar the most, when he didn’t know where Chuuya was or if he was okay. Waiting for the relief of Chuuya finally coming home. Edgar never pressed him on it, knew that Chuuya wouldn’t want him to. Eventually, he hoped, Chuuya would trust him enough to come home after using Corruption. To let Edgar take care of him.

The first time that Chuuya stumbles through the door, clearly still in pain, Edgar is startled but leaps to his feet. Arms reach out to catch him, to pull Chuuya close against his chest, gentle, not wanting to hurt him further.

The second time, third time, every time after that becomes a routine. Edgar catches him, helps him to the sofa. Chuuya curls against his chest. Edgar listens to him talk, presses kisses into his hair, against his temples, against his fluttering eyelids when Chuuya closes his eyes. After a few times, he begins lifting Chuuya’s hands to press kisses against his fingers, his palms. Everywhere that he hurts, Edgar kisses. And when Chuuya has finished talking, Edgar always asks the same question.

─── ❝ Would you like to hear a story? ❞

[crowsonmars]

I LOVE CHUUPOE YURI GUYS nobody getsthem like I do ......

also silly wip I'll finish it in the next couple days

[errantinfinity]