#arwawrites

[arwasmeowing]

skk bitching shortfic :3

Pairing: Chuuya/Dazai

Rating: EXPLICIT

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Chuuya asks again, staring at the man in front of him. His whole body was hunched in, making him seem smaller than usual. "I'm not gonna say it again," he says, eyes hardening. "Repeat yourself or get the fuck out of my apartment."

Dazai breathes out. His scent sours slightly and Chuuya bites back a growl at the threatening scent.

"I said I want Chuuya to turn me into an omega."

"You're joking."

"I'm not."

"You're fucking with me then."

"Chuuya, I'm being serious."

"Oh as if you're ever-" but the sight on Dazai's face cuts him off. It's an expression he hasn't quite seen before, eyebrows pulled in and eyes closed in what looks like...arousal? Emberasement? Both? He can't quite tell.

"Can Chuuya..." he pauses. Gathers himself. "Can Chuuya please turn me into an omega?" And Chuuya's cock pulses where it's trapped in his pants. He's so tempted to bend Dazai over and take him just like that, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity so he stops himself and straightens his back.

His scent pours out into the room in a wave and he bites back a laugh at the way that Dazai tenses, naturally uncomfortable at the opposing Alpha's scent. "If you want it so bad, you better beg for it."

He's half expecting Dazai to say no, but without a second of hesitation, the other Alpha drops onto his knees. His head hangs low, brown hair covering his eyes. "Please."

"Look at me," Chuuya demands, heart hammering in his chest. "Look at me when you speak to me."

Brown eyes peer up at him. "Chuuya please turn me into an omega." The scent of deep humiliation bleeds into the air and Chuuya's alpha preens.

"More."

"I need you to fuck me." His fists open and close, discomfort clear. "Please Chuuya. I need you."

Chuuya walks close enough to fist a hand in his hair and wrench his head up. "More."

"Chuuya please." And he sounds desperate. Needy. "Alpha. I need you to bitch me." Chuuya breathes in, his own scent overpowering Dazais until it's all he can smell.

"Take my belt off and go make yourself a nest in my bed. If we're doing this, we're doing it right."

.....

 Dazai takes cock like he was made for it.

Stretching him takes a while, but it's far from the first time Chuuya's fucked an Alpha before, and Dazai takes it better than most.

He whimpers at the pain, but never lets out a word of complaint. He starts crying on the first push in, shaking and heaving each breath in.

"Are you-"

"Don't you dare stop," Dazai bites out, eyes glistening with tears. "If Chuuya stops, I'll-"

His sentence is interrupted with a moan as Chuuya pushes back into that tight heat.

"Fuck." Chuuya swears. "You wanna be mine, Dazai?"

"Please," he begs and the scent that pours out of him screams shamshameshame. "Please, Chuuya."

"I'm starting to get used to the sound of that."

"You really shouldn't." Dazai's own scent calls him a liar and Chuuya breathes out a small laugh. He pushes in as far as deep as he can go, until he can see the outline of his cock strain against Dazai's skin.

"You think you're going anywhere after this?" Before Dazai can even answer, he starts a punishing pace, "You were mine as an alpha and you'll still be mine after I bitch you." He grabs Dazai's hand and rests it against his stomach - lets him feel how owned he is. "Mine," he promises again. "My omega."

[arwasmeowing]

avian pmskk shortfic

PMskk fluff, @/torrifying on twt's Avian au

Pairing: Chuuya/Dazai

Warnings: mention of sh

It takes a nearly failed mission before Dazai finally cracks. 

Chuuya covered for him as much as he could, but at the end of the day lying to Mori never really went well and all it took was one look at Dazai to figure out why he wasn’t in good shape. 

To put it plainly: his wings were a mess. It was hard to get a picture of how bad they were considering how tightly Dazai had them bandaged up, but from the way he was walking, it was easy to tell that it wasn’t good. 

“You,” Chuuya hisses the minute they’re out of his office. “You stupid, idiotic, self centered piece of shit.”

“Always so kind with your words, arn’t you Chuuya?” Dazai says, batting his eyelashes at him. “Alas I must-”

“Shut up,” Chuuya interrupts and grabs his wrist (Carefully. Always careful in that area) to drag him off. “We’re taking care of this now.” 

“Chuuyaaa-”

“I’m not getting in trouble with the Boss because my partners an idiot. We’re taking care of your wings today.”

“I can-”

“You’ll do a bad job if you try to do it yourself and god knows they’re already in bad enough shape.” He rounds a corner to get to his office. 

“Rude.”

“Yeah, yeah. You can tell me all about how mean I am while I take care of that fucking mess you have back there.” 

Dazai goes silent and Chuuya knows he struck a cord. He feels an odd urge to apologize and copes with that by shoving Dazai inside the office. He locks the door behind them, just in case. Not that it would really stop Dazai if it mattered but it’s the thought that counts. 

“Sit.” 

“Telling your master what to do? How rude Chuuya.”

“Sit or I make it hurt,” Chuuya threatens and he’s half tempted to tie him down with something when finally, Dazai plops onto the floor. 

 Chuuya takes a seat behind him, and slowly begins to unwind the bandages from around his wings. 

Briefly, he wonders who helped Dazai out when his wings first started growing. Who was a part of his initial Flock. He’s reminded of the Sheep, his own Flock, and for a moment, his hands pause. 

At least he has the Flags now. 

“How long is this going to take?” Dazai asks and his tone is just a bit too practiced. 

“Two hours?" He guesses. “Maybe three?”

It doesn't take nearly that long when Koyou or the Flags preen /his/ wings but he figures this is an…advanced case. 

“Blegh. I don’t want to spend that much time with Chuuya.” 

“Shut up,” Chuuya says and finally, he starts on the furthermost edge of his wings. With the way that Dazai’s curled himself in, it’s really the only place he can access freely. 

He works slowly. Partially because with how bad it is, he has to and partially because Dazai’s so on edge he feels a bit like he’s handling a scared child. It’s easy enough to fall into a rhythm of it; lifting up each feather slowly to groom each one. 

The tension in Dazai’s body slowly dissipates, wings unfurling fully to give him better access, until finally, a small chirp falls from his lips. 

Chuuya pauses and then gives a low, responding one. 

“Chuuya’s doing an awful job,” Dazai mutters but his tone hold no bite. It’s the first time Chuuya’s ever heard him this relaxed. 

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Dazai says, nodding and stretching his wings out further. “I might have to come back to help him get a little better.” 

Chuuya rolls his eyes and starts preening the next section. “Sure. But know that I’m putting you to work right back.”