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Chuuya calls Dazai something in the middle of sex and it affects him more than he thought it would.
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05 Jun 2026
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Guess We Know Who The Real Dog Is Now by anatomyofacynic
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
08 Jan 2026
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Dazai’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not into all that pathetic petplay shit. It’s not gonna do anything for me.”
“You sure?” Chuuya murmured. “C’mon, puppy. Be good for me.”
Dazai’s cock twitched immediately.
or: Chuuya brings home a fur tail plug. Dazai says hell no. Half an hour later he’s leaking, crying, and begging to be bred like a good little puppy.
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31 May 2026
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"You give too much to dead things, Chuuya," Dazai murmured, his thumb dragging slowly across Chuuya's cheek. Chuuya Nakahara is drowning. Buried under his late mentor's massive debt, he subsists on cold coffee, cheap whiskey, and the brutal, meticulous work of underground art restoration. He has exactly zero time for distractions.
When a terrifyingly wealthy stranger named Dazai breaks into his freezing studio in the middle of a rainstorm with a ruined seventeenth-century portrait and an offer of half a million euros, Chuuya doesn't have the luxury of saying no.
But as the layers of soot and oxidized varnish are stripped away, the painting reveals an impossible secret. Dazai isn't just paying for a restoration—he's looking for something much older and far more dangerous. And unfortunately for Chuuya, Dazai seems entirely intent on dragging him down into the dark right alongside him.
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30 May 2026
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Heat Signatures in a Safe Room /A Map of Where to Put Your Hands by anatomyofacynic
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
15 Feb 2026
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They had rules. Not spoken ones—spoken rules were too easy to weaponize. Their rules lived in habits.
One of those habits was: Chuuya didn’t assume. Not about touch. Not about sex. Not about affection.
Dazai was… complicated. He wasn’t someone who wanted in a simple way. Want, for him, was a thing that came with hooks and history and a thousand reasons to flinch. Sometimes he did want. Sometimes he wanted with an intensity that made Chuuya’s hands shake, because it wasn’t casual. It wasn’t a distraction. It was Dazai letting him in.
And sometimes Dazai didn’t want anything at all, and the difference was subtle—so subtle that in the beginning Chuuya had missed it and hated himself for it afterward.
or: Chuuya learns Dazai in the ways that matter—when to pull, when to hold, when to let him drift—and Dazai, in return, keeps choosing him. Some nights it’s heat, some nights it’s just staying. Either way, it’s still them.
“No Romo” Fest 2026 - Aroce/Aroallo, Partnering
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- Part 8 of a cavity called February
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29 May 2026
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A Mouthful of Pulse /Small Places to Bruise by anatomyofacynic
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
15 Feb 2026
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Dazai blinked up at Chuuya like he’d been dragged out of a dream too fast—hair a mess, mouth parted and bitten-raw, eyes bright and unfocused. His pupils were blown in that sickeningly endearing way that made Chuuya want to bury his head in Dazai’s chest and sink the earth into its own foundations.
He looked pretty. He looked wrecked. He looked like he’d hate anyone else seeing him like this.
There were too many warring emotions in Chuuya’s chest to make sense of any of them, but he knew what he wanted to do, so he did it—he leaned in and kissed the exposed gap at Dazai’s throat where the bandages had unraveled, so careful it almost didn’t make sense.
Dazai’s throat moved. He tried to smirk. Couldn’t quite get it to stick. Then Chuuya opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into the vulnerable skin—gentle, but undeniably possessive. A claim placed right where Dazai’s pulse betrayed him.
You are alive. I won’t let you leave.
Chuuya’s patience is a kind of pressure. Dazai caves to it in increments.
or: valentine’s day, teeth, then warmth. a bruise that feels like being kept, or maybe a few.
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- Part 9 of a cavity called February
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29 May 2026