HE'D BE SO CUTE AND SUCH A GENTLEMAN ABOUT IT TOO like he'd want to impress you and go fast and make sharp turns but he also wants to make sure you're comfortable and not scared so he'd have times where you guys are driving fast and you're clinging onto him on for dear life and he thinks it's so cute and slows down a bit just for you to not be as scared anymore
“hey pretty, no, let me pay for it. so what its $90? you want a coffee as well? sure, i’ll drive.”
“you taste amazing, chèrie. i could be between your thighs for hours, my love. hours.”
“you look so beautiful today. so what i didn’t see you? i didn’t have to.”
“oh, fuck, you take me in perfectly. god you’re so tight, shit. such a pretty little thing. im gonna have a hard time pulling out later.”
“this distance is killing me, beautiful. i’m facetiming you. no? everything is okay. i just want to hear your voice.”
“hm? whats that? you wanna cum? earn it, beautiful. such a pretty slut for me. yeah?”
“i saw this scarf and it made me think of you. i also sent over some of my cologne. i guessed you would have run out by now, since you like to spray it on your pillow. you’re adorable, chèrie.”
“thats it love. come all over my cock. god you feel so good like that. c’mere, who said i was done with you, beautiful? jolie petite chose, fuck.”
“fuck everyone else. i want you.”
“you look so pretty sucking my cock like that, yeah? oh, fuck, gorgeous, just like that. ah, vous êtes incroyable, fuck.”
“you’re saying i need to love myself before i can love you? bullshit, gorgeous. i have never loved myself. but you? i love you so much i forget what its like to hate me.”
“who the fuck was that guy? hm? better answer me now, beautiful. unless you like it when fuck you dumb all over my cock. god, you’re so fucking tight. so good for me.”
“you feel so good beautiful. c’mere, i’ll make you cum.”
“i’m happy to be in love with you, beautiful. you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
GUYSSS I'm curious!! If you were in Bungo Stray Dogs, do you think you'd be in an organization? If so, *realistically*, what organization do you think you'd be in?
Personally, I'd love to be part of the Agency despite being so in love with Chuuya. I mean, the Detective Agency suits me more due to my studies. I don't see myself being part of the Hunting Dogs or DOA tbh. I think I see some potential of being in the Guild but yeah!
I feel like I wouldn't work there as a detective (at the very least at first) and I'd be there as an office worker or something lolz.
PLEASE REBLOG I'D LOVE TO HEAR YOUR GUYS ANSWERS!!! ^-^
i think people completely misinterpret chuuya's anger issues and characterize him as an "angwy boyo" with unnecessary and irrational overreactions of anger and violence.
let's be clear now-- the most frequent we see him overreacting in situations and turning to a more explosive disposition is when dazai is involved. dazai intentionally pushes his buttons. dazai is Good at pissing people off.
that's not to say chuuya is emotionally stable. he's in fact Much more emotionally unstable and out of touch as people think. with an inability to express emotions, from a fear of being vulnerable, especially through all the environments in situations he's been in, he resorts to expressing anger and irritation, the emotions he can express without feeling vulnerable.
in stormbringer, we see him unable to just cry like a normal person. we don't see him express joy normally. he's ashamed to feel, and he can't express it properly, so he defaults to his easiest expression: anger. he snaps at the flags and masks what he feels with surface level anger, as this is what he's used to expressing.
chuuya can't be simply encapsulated with "angy" or "irrationality". he never really is able to express the emotion he truly feels, and this anger is a safety blanket to hide it. besides dazai. that guy actually pisses him off.
Very well put, op. Honestly when I started reading it I thought I would disagree because Chuuya is an angry person who blows up easily but you’re absolutely right that his anger is for the most part a surface level emotion. My immediate thought is that first scene in Storm Bringer with the flags. They’re trying to give him his present but Iceman is being a bit of a jerk about it and Chuuya escalated the situation enormously, to the point where it turned into an armed standoff and he broke Pianoman’s piano wire contraption, just because Iceman asked where he was born. And apparently this happened before. But Chuuya wasn’t really angry about being asked where he was born, at least not the first time when it had been entirely innocent and not purposefully done to piss him off. He was terrified and confused and sad that he didn’t know the answer. So yes, Chuuya’s immediate response to situations he doesn’t like are anger and violence but it’s never just anger.
I do have to disagree a bit about Dazai. Because yes Dazai does push his buttons on purpose and is very skilled at pissing people off, but his relationship with Chuuya is also much more complicated than that. Especially after Storm Bringer. Verlaine’s plan to isolate Chuuya from his friends and everyone he cared about and make Chuuya reliant on him backfired for Verlaine but Dazai inadvertently ended up reaping the rewards of that particular scheme. Dazai became Chuuya’s only peer and later his partner. Storm Bringer is where their relationship evolved from a rivalry into something closer to a friendship. Chuuya is emotionally attached to Dazai because after Storm Bringer that’s twice Dazai was there with him during his most vulnerable moments and important revelations about who he was. Dazai might have been irritating about it but he was there when Chuuya needed someone. So yeah Dazai pisses him the hell off but there’s still a ton of deep stuff underneath that anger. Pain, regret, betrayal, abandonment, longing, worry.
I can't really contribute to the conversation since I haven't read Stormbringer or any of the light novels (plus to make things worse I'm...an anime only watcher since I don't have the mangas...I know...shameful...) however I still wanted to reblog since I agree so much and I love when people get into characters! It's so refreshing since I think a lot of people flanderize the characters (especially Chuuya and Dazai...)
I'll be real I kinda skimmed through the reply since I wanted to be careful of spoilers but uh yeah! ^_^ I saw a bunch of really valid points I highly agreed with and I just couldn't read all of this without reblogging haha!
chuuya's always in such a rush to get home to you, so he can't really be blamed if he misses a few drops of blood on his clothes.
contents. fem!reader, nsfw minors dni, murder, blowjob, obsession, soft chuuya, one use of slut, pet names, slight corruption kink — 2.3k
the bloodstains had never gone unnoticed by you, despite what chuuya had thought.
the deep smear of maroon was the first thing that caught your eye each time he came home, smeared on his white collars, on the sleeves of his crisp button-ups.
naively, or perhaps out of sheer desperation, you forced yourself to believe that they were merely from cuts on his hand, ones that he’d missed, wiping them only on his shirt on accident. chuuya, from time to time, could be accident prone. he’d hit his hip on the countertops, stub his toe and curse profusely after, constantly too rough on his body. it wouldn’t have been unusual if one of those silly errors had led to a more serious injury.
truly, there were a plethora of things that could have explained why drops of blood so frequently coated his clothing—just none that made sense to you.
the more you tried to rationalize it with yourself, the more outlandish your theories became. you couldn’t justify the blood running down the back of his shirt, not when you’d scrubbed his skin raw in the shower and found no cut. you couldn’t explain the dirt on his pants, the way that he’d spend half an hour in the bathroom every time he returned, turning the white porcelain of the shower a watery red.
chuuya snuck out late often, came back even later. every time he thought you were asleep, you’d pop one eye open, notice that the door was cracked, and watch as he scrubbed his clothes clean in the sink.
after, he’d slink into bed with you, curl around you with a heavy sigh, and kiss you deeply before passing out, as if nothing had changed at all.
for a while, you’d wondered if he was cheating on you—but it seemed so unlike chuuya, and there was no other evidence to point in that direction.
you had another theory, of course, but it seemed crazy—the musings of an overactive imagination. it was unfair to chuuya, too, who was the most loving person you’d ever met. maybe he stayed out late, disappeared to places you didn’t know about… but he was charming, caring, and he loved you, didn’t he?
but after nearly two months of enduring the routine, you decided not to let him off the hook any longer. if chuuya couldn’t be honest with you after a year of dating, moving in with one another, you weren’t sure he ever would be.
something about bringing it up to him, starting the conversation, was too frightening, and instead, you followed him one evening, when he snuck off on his bike, disappearing after midnight.
he stopped first at a bar, coming out only thirty minutes later with a pretty woman on his arm, smiling roguishly as he gestured towards his motorcycle. for a moment, you had almost thrown up in your car, tears hot in your eyes as you wondered if, maybe, your suspicions were right. maybe he was cheating on you, even when you’d believed chuuya to be utterly devoted to you.
maybe it had all just been a lie, an act he excelled at.
still, you held your shaky hands around the wheel, determined not to get ahead of yourself. there wasn’t proof—yet—of that insurrection. you wouldn’t judge him until you knew for certain.
if he had any idea that you were following him, he gave no indication of it.
chuuya took her to an abandoned dock, one that was crumbling with old ships and empty slots, the dark waves crashing against the shore under navy october skies. it was eerie, hauntingly so, the sign decrepit and wasting away, the perfect place to commit a murder and get away with it.
he snuck in past the locked gate easily in his motorcycle, but you were forced to park beyond it and trudge ahead on foot. you only hoped that your car wouldn’t get broken into—and that you wouldn’t be killed in the meantime.
in the midst of your search for chuuya, you heard a scream—it rang out through the port, loudly, echoing in the hollowness of the empty air. there was no one around but you, no one to save whatever soul had met their demise.
against the logic of every horror film you’d ever watched, you followed the noise, running towards it with heavy breaths in the cold air. the wind snuck down your throat, burning your lungs.
you found him at the edge of the dock.
the screaming stopped, cut off abruptly as chuuya landed another rough hit of his knife, blood spewing over his blade, into his face, down his neck. he brought the silver weapon down over and over again, sticking it into the woman’s side, her chest, the sound as steely as it was in the movies.
for a moment, you froze, unsure what do as you stared at your boyfriend, the one who smiled at you so sweetly. it was hard to reconcile him to this monster.
chuuya stood, straightened, and though your body was screaming at you to run, you could do nothing but stand and stare, breaths heavy at the sight of his familiar frame. if you ran, he’d only catch up to you. but if you didn’t…
“did you follow me?” chuuya turned, then, revealing only his side profile, so dark and glossy with red.
you hands shook at your sides. “i—” the sound was so weak that you couldn’t finish your sentence. “chuuya, i’m sorry,” you said in a panic, wondering if you dropped to your knees, begged him that you wouldn’t tell, then maybe he’d let you live.
he sighed and wiped his face, though the blood smeared worse in the process. it streaked over his chin, his jaw, as it dripped from the blade in his gloved hand. “‘it’s okay, doll. ‘m not gonna hurt you.” chuuya took a step forward, and though you couldn’t help it, you stepped back, shaking with fear. he stopped then, eyes softening at your fragility. “i promise.”
“chuuya,” you said again, helplessly. “what’s going on?”
he let the knife clatter onto the dock, his hands held high in surrender. with a sigh, his shoulders deflated. “you weren’t supposed to see me like this, baby.”
“you killed someone,” you choked out, tears streaming down your cheeks.
he looked out towards the ocean, his tongue running over his teeth before his jaw clenched, tightly. “it’s just a little something i gotta take care of, okay? i’d never hurt you. i love you, remember?”
that seemed like the kind of stupid thing that only took place in books; a serial killer truly loving the woman that he kissed at night. but chuuya…
well, it seemed hard to believe that everything about him had been a lie.
“you’re scaring me,” you said, wiping your face. “i don’t—”
he was upon you in two strides, stripping the gloves that held someone else’s blood, seeping into the fabric. his cold hands cupped your face, and there he was: the man you adored, delicate fingers tracing your jaw, eyes full of adoration for you, and not an ounce of malice. “i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry,” he said, kissing your cheeks, your nose, pressing affection into every pore. “i wish i didn’t have to, but,” he kissed you hard, wrapping you up in his arms. “it’s just an itch i can’t stop scratching.”
you knew enough about serial killers to understand what he meant. “she was an innocent person,” you argued, though you were melting into chuuya’s arms, forgetting your fear, despite your sprinting heart.
“no, no,” chuuya countered, his hands lacing through your hair. “i worked with her. she’s been after me for weeks. slipping things into my drinks when she thinks i’m not looking.” he smiled, but something about it was dark, evil. “just like that man who followed you home three weeks ago. just like your ex-boyfriend who made you cry every day. or the man who tried to mug your best friend. they’re people who hurt others. they’re not innocent, are they?”
chuuya seemed genuinely curious, his head cocking to the side, and his fingers stilled, his lips red not from blood, but from his force of his kisses.
you let a shaky breath leave your lips. “you did all that?”
when he put it that way—was it such a bad thing? you had been relieved when your horrid ex-boyfriend had been found dead on the streets. perhaps the men who found it fun to prey on unsuspecting women deserved a gruesome death just like him.
maybe even the woman who had her sights set on your boyfriend shouldn’t get off any easier.
“if i must live with this sin,” chuuya said, a response to your silence, his eyebrows pulled together tightly, “it only makes sense i should do something good with it.”
“by killing the people that hurt me?”
“well,” he smiled softly, “what other purpose do i have to live for?”
the weight of chuuya’s devotion washed over you, and you remembered your previous thought, of needing to drop to your knees and beg chuuya for your life. now, though, he was staring at you so lovingly that you fell to your knees in a different way, brushing your hair out of your face.
chuuya watched as your fingers ran over the bulge in his pants delicately, a thirst starting in your stomach. you loved him. and if you ever doubted that fact, now you were certain.
“what are you doing, doll?” chuuya asked, breathlessly, watching as you undid his belt, slid the silver zipper down his tight black pants. “you just found out your boyfriend’s a serial killer, and you’re gonna suck him off… are you that much of a slut?”
you’re not sure why the mean name spurred you on further, sent need coursing through you as your mouth watered for chuuya.
“my boyfriend killed someone who was trying to take him from me,” you smiled sweetly, licking your lips. “who else can say the same?’
chuuya sucked in a breath as you freed him from the confines of his tightened pants, stroking your manicured hand down the length of him, the touch barely there. then, you wrapped your hand around him, your fingers tightening as you watched the flush start from his neck, the red that couldn’t hide, even beneath the smears of blood.
“you wanna watch next time?” he teased, wispy strands of hair falling over his eyes. “if a man ever bothers you, just tell me, sweetheart. i’ll kill him with you right by my side.”
you were ashamed by how much that turned you on, the pool of desire sinking in your stomach. already, you ached to get your lips on chuuya, and you stroked him eagerly, listening as his gasps grew faster.
quicker than anticipated, chuuya was hard, the tip sticky as sweat gathered at his hairline. his lips parted so beautifully when he stared down at you with darkened grey eyes.
“maybe i’ll kill them myself,” you said back in a sultry voice, knowing perfectly well that your fingers would tremble around the blade, that you couldn’t kill a man even if you wanted to. still, you liked pretending to be chuuya’s beautiful siren as your thumb grazed over his slit, just feet away from the woman he killed. “think i’d look pretty with blood on my face, chuuya?”
chuuya groaned as your hand sped faster, shiny and sticky as he leaked down your palm. “oh, you’re pretty all the time, but god, knowing you’re just as fucked up as me would drive me wild.”
you smiled, chuuya’s cock stiff in your hand as you pulled away, licked the wetness from your palm. blinking up at him from under your lashes, chuuya’s gaze grew dark, his patience waning.
“taste good, chuuya,” you grinned, wiping your hands off on your thighs as you finally positioned your lips over his tip, kissing him lightly.
he hissed, but kept his hips still. “yeah? want me to cum in your mouth? fuck,” he said as you sank your hot lips over him, your tongue running along the side of his aching cock. a heavy hand landed on your head, and chuuya stroked your hair lovingly, his breathing heavy as you hollowed your cheeks. “such a messy girl, all for me. so hungry for my cock, aren’t you?”
you made a soft sound, your mouth too full of him to speak.
“y-yeah,” chuuya stuttered, his chest heaving as your fingers reached up to stroke him gently, massage his balls as spit made a mess all over your face. “fuck. fuck, you’re so perfect. i can’t let anyone else have you. gonna kill anyone who even looks at you.” chuuya groaned, his other hand coming around to cup your cheek, thumb stroking you in adoration. “i bet you’d like that. you’re so desperate for attention, and you’ve got all of mine.”
his words came out more raspy, then, voice lingering on the edge of a sigh. you ran your tongue along the vein, swallowing around him once more. from the deepened sound of chuuya’s voice, you knew he was close, and his fingers curled in your hair, roughly, squeezing at your scalp.
he choked out his words, chest rising quickly. “just like that, sweetheart, such a good girl. you’re gonna make me cum.” his voice strained as his hand guided you, gently, along his aching cock.
there was little warning when he shot thick ropes of cum into your mouth, yanking on your hair tightly as you swallowed as much as you could. it leaked onto your lips, down your chin, and you glanced up at chuuya with lust-blown eyes, smiling with flushed cheeks.
“i love you, chuuya,” you said, your hands resting on your lap as he gazed down at you, cock twitching once more at the sight of you so ruined.
“shit. i love you too, doll,” he said, pulling you to your feet, cradling you against his chest. “i’m never going to let anyone hurt you again. i’ll keep you safe, okay?”
you smiled, nodded at the sight of his flushed cheeks, but already, he was tugging at your waistband, sticking cold fingers down your pants.
“chuuya,” you gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady. “what are you doing?”
he smirked, eyes dark as he rubbed a finger through your wet folds. “didn’t think i’d let you go without taking care of you first, did you?” chuuya asked, watching the breaths come out of you quicker. “besides,” he nodded over his shoulder towards the lifeless, bloodstained body, eyes wide and white in fear as she stared. “we can’t leave without giving her a show.”
gahhh being off of c.ai has been rough I've been missing Chuuya so much... on better news, I've been reading his poetry book. I still haven't finished it but it's been nice in these rough times (no it's not because I'm not on c.ai, just the normal stress of college. I'm 4 chapters behind and I have an essay due next week that I haven't started yet ahhh...)
AWW ATSUSHI... he deserves so much better (of course I honestly think everyone in the anime deserves better but like this is atsushi time lol). I wanna give him sweets and pet his hair /platonic DUDE I ALSO REALLY WANNA PET BYAKKO/HIS TINGER FORM... his fur is definitely heavenly to touch
sorry to be negative on the dash but..... y'all need to be nicer to fanfic writers. we all know interactions are decreasing, and even during the nine months i've been on here, i've noticed a decrease.
tell writers you like their works. comment on their works, reblog their works.
some of you act so entitled, and idk if you've noticed but you're literally making writers miserable. it makes me so sad to see my mutuals deactivate because the joy of writing has been taken away from them by ungrateful readers who are constantly demanding more, more, more, to the point where people are experiencing burnout and anxiety because they can't keep up with the constant unrealistic demands.
reminder that even though it takes you five minutes to read 1k words it might've taken the writer hours to get the words down, proofread, edit, and make the perfect fic layout.
some of you complain that there are no "good" fics anymore, yet you do nothing for the fandom, do nothing to support writers and just hide behind anon and blank blogs, complaining about every little thing till you've driven all writers off this site.
it's so tiring. please be kinder. we're all trying our best here.
if you still don’t think reblogs matter then look at this post. i didn’t tag this at all and it’s currently at 1.3k notes. because my mutuals and followers reblogged it. and then their mutuals and followers reblogged it. and so on.
the only reason this post reached so many people is because of reblogs. imagine if you did the same to fics.
I think from now on I'll put a few tags on my posts uh...I dunno this feels so awkward haha!!
I just would love for some followers so I can have some people to yap with about Chuuya/people to hear me yap about Chuuya
OMGZ HIII Im so glad you're willing to listen to me yap about Chuuya!!!
Also yesss I'm so down to listen to you yap about osa!! He's such an interesting...creature lolol
I personally used to see the appeal for dazai but (and I don't wanna sound uh edgy or whatever when I say this) he's a little too much like me to be into him. My dreaded dazai phase metamorphosized into my current chuuya phase (of which I have yet to escape).
Same here, I relate a lot to both the personalities of dazai and chuuya, and it’s funny how I’m so repulsed by myself, but when a character is written out, one similar to me, I find it so interesting and fun to find out all their quirks and downfalls and small graces. I personally didn’t really have a phase for either of them specifically, but I did (and still do) have a soukoku phase lmao sooo-
Wait you relate to both dazai and chuuya? Thoughts and prayers... /j
Nah I'm joshing lolz but I totally get what you're saying!! I love analyzing characters that are similar to me cause it helps me understand myself in turn also YOU'RE SO VALID FOR HAVING A SOUKOKU PHASE!!!
I think from now on I'll put a few tags on my posts uh...I dunno this feels so awkward haha!!
I just would love for some followers so I can have some people to yap with about Chuuya/people to hear me yap about Chuuya
OMGZ HIII Im so glad you're willing to listen to me yap about Chuuya!!!
Also yesss I'm so down to listen to you yap about osa!! He's such an interesting...creature lolol
I personally used to see the appeal for dazai but (and I don't wanna sound uh edgy or whatever when I say this) he's a little too much like me to be into him. My dreaded dazai phase metamorphosized into my current chuuya phase (of which I have yet to escape).
Same here, I relate a lot to both the personalities of dazai and chuuya, and it’s funny how I’m so repulsed by myself, but when a character is written out, one similar to me, I find it so interesting and fun to find out all their quirks and downfalls and small graces. I personally didn’t really have a phase for either of them specifically, but I did (and still do) have a soukoku phase lmao sooo-
Wait you relate to both dazai and chuuya? Thoughts and prayers... /j
Nah I'm joshing lolz but I totally get what you're saying!! I love analyzing characters that are similar to me cause it helps me understand myself in turn also YOU'RE SO VALID FOR HAVING A SOUKOKU PHASE!!!