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like missiles falling from the sky by encsiimomo
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
28 Sep 2025
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No one else seemed to notice the weird spark between them. Shirase, right on cue, guided the discussion to the next step of their plan: an offer of hospitality. He gestured casually toward the stage, pointing right at Chuuya, and suggested the Port Mafia Boss take his pick of the dancers.
The old man chuckled, amusement softening his lined features. “I’m too old for that kind of fun,” he said, voice full of intentional warmth, before he inclined his head toward the younger alpha who had yet to take his eyes off Chuuya.
The alpha’s gaze lingered, steady and unreadable, making Chuuya suddenly understand that the real negotiation was just about to begin.
The Boss’s lips twitched in faint humour as he continued, “I appreciate the offer, but let my friend here take the opportunity. Your dancer seems quite interested in him as well.”
Bingo.
If Chuuya’s instincts were right, – and they were most of the time, – the old man had just handed him the key to securing this deal.
or: Port Mafia Boss Dazai and King of the Sheep Chuuya negotiate a truce between their organizations.
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mess it up (my thirst for us will never be quenched at all) by encsiimomo
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
24 Aug 2025
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Dazai simply shrugged, not even slightly bothered by Chuuya’s accusation. Instead, his face twisted into a cold grin, the taunt falling from his lips sharply. “Chuuya really likes to whore around a lot, no?”
The words struck deeper than Chuuya wanted to admit, twisting something hot and defensive in his gut. “I’m not whoring around,” he bit out coldly. He really hadn’t been; it was never like that. “I’m just enjoying myself, something you wouldn’t know how to do even with a gun to your head.”
Dazai hummed, the sound barely audible even with the music much fainter here in the back. Something unfamiliar flickered behind his eyes.
“Are you offering?”
Chuuya swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry, words sticking to his tongue like cotton. “Fuck you,” he spat, then turned to leave, annoyance shifting into something much more sinister inside him. He needed to get out of here before he did something he’d regret. They’d both regret.
Or: dark era soukoku, sexual tension, and a port mafia party gone wrong (or right?).
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- Part 5 of pm!skk's unconventional mating rituals
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The way Chuuya’s entire back flexes, muscles tightening as he keeps his head turned to the front, out of Dazai’s sight tells him everything he needs to know. Chuuya’s getting riled up, just like Dazai wants him to.
Perfect. His fingers press down again, and again, and again. He can’t help but giggle as Chuuya’s irritated voice reaches him.
“What the fuck are you doing, shithead?”
“I have no idea what Chuuya is talking about.”
“The hell you don’t, idiot, stop messing with my workout!”
Dazai’s practically beaming. “Aw, the chibi can’t take the fast pace, can he now?”
“Fuck you, Mackerel,” Chuuya barks back, breath coming out more stained as Dazai’s finger keeps pressing on his screen without any decorum left, glistening eyes glued to his partner’s form now as he is forced to run faster and faster to not fly off the treadmill and end up in a pile at the other end of the gym.
Or: Dazai follows Chuuya to the gym on their day off, gets hot and bothered while watching him work out, has a sexuality crisis about it, and then Chuuya goes to take a shower.
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- Part 4 of pm!skk's unconventional mating rituals
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“We are soulmates, you can’t just leave me here.”
Dazai’s responding snort sounded more like a sob, and Chiyo’s heart sank, stomach filling with ever-familiar dread. It’s hard to swallow around the lump suddenly clogging up their throat.
It might be just right that Chiyo’s life as they knew it started with a boom because Dazai’s next words dropped on them exactly like a bomb. Words Chiyo never expected to hear since learning the boy’s name on that fated day three years ago in Suribachi City.
“Chiyo, we are not soulmates.”
A bucket of ice-cold water. A slap to the face that leaves a print behind. Losing one’s footing as the waves crash over them. “That—that can’t be right. You must be lying.”
“I’m telling you the truth, Chiyo. I don’t have your name on my wrist.”
Or: A Soulmates AU in which everyone has their soulmate's name written on their wrist. Except while Chuuya has Osamu’s, his isn’t on Dazai's…
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the overnight snow is pretty for just a second by encsiimomo
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
10 Mar 2024
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He was on the brink of asking if Dazai was alright when he heard the first groan. It was muffled as if there was a genuine attempt to keep it from reaching Chuuya’s ear, a futile endeavor as they were literally laying a hairbreadth apart, but it was unmistakably a moan.
The sexual kind, Chuuya realized with ever-growing mortification as the sound of a zipper being slowly pulled down breached through the rapid thundering of his heart in his ears, and his eyes popped wide open for the second time in the past ten minutes as his brain finally put all the puzzle pieces together.
“What the fuck, Dazai?! Are you jerking off?”
There was no answer for a second, no movement either before Dazai started to talk, voice heavy with guilty embarrassment. “I can’t sleep when I’m hard.”
Or: pm!skk get stranded on a mission, there is only one bed, and Chuuya offers a helping hand to Dazai, just like good partners do.
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- Part 3 of pm!skk's unconventional mating rituals
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pm!skk's unconventional mating rituals by encsiimomo
Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
24 Aug 2025
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Just a bunch of unrelated fics I wrote about pm!skk where they do the dirty yet they are either in denial or oblivious of their feelings.
Coming in the future:
- on mission hand job
- gym smut
- pm party hook up- Words:
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I don't fear the darkness, I thrive in it by encsiimomo
Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
06 Oct 2022
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I accidentally deleted the series page I created before, fml. I'm so sorry for those who bookmarked it, I hope you'll find your way back!!! :(
PART 1 - Chuuya POV
He never dreamt about meeting the man in real life, and he was fine with that after saying goodbye to each other only a few days ago. But now, that they saw each other, lived in the same city, breathed the same salty air into their lungs, and Dazai turned out to be the most gorgeous man in existence, even though he was an obnoxious asshole, Chuuya’s interest in him increased to a nearly unbearable level.PART 2 - Dazai POV
Chuuya looked down at his clothes, a simple blue crop top and black shorts, and Dazai finally smiled. As much as he liked Chuuya in his more seductive setups, the petite redhead looked even more endearing in his casual clothes. The lack of pretense in their interaction gave Dazai a calming, familiar warmness he associated with Chuuya’s existence lately.PART 3 - Chuuya POV - COMING SOON!!!!
Old acquaintances reappear, murder husbands on a mission, and the big question: what are they exactly to each other?PART 4 - Cam role-play? Future fic??
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Lee Felix has everything it takes to be a great football player. He’s fast on his feet, quick to think and has a kick that sends every ball straight into the goal. The only problem? Football is an all-alpha sport and he is an omega. Unwilling to give up his dream of making it to the big leagues, he decides to pretend to be an alpha to join his university’s football team.
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28 Dec 2025
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Jisung lives under the thumb of the cruel and corrupt Han family, shackled to princehood in the Kingdom of Virydia by hundreds of years worth of spilled blood. That is, until Jisung’s father, the King, arranges a marriage to the highest bidder to fund his mad war.
Minho’s father, the King of Hazakura, is dead. Newly crowned, Minho’s first act as ruler is to pose as a filthy rich merchant, marry the prince of Virydia, and eliminate the entire royal family in one night.
The only thing he doesn’t account for is, well, Jisung.
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You don’t get to choose your fate in this world, least of all who your soulmate is.
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25 Dec 2025
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They both stare at each other for a moment, and it finally, truly dawns on them. Something has changed. Switched. Been flipped around.
“You’re not my Minho.”
“And you’re not my Jisung.”
or: jisung is transported to a universe where he's dating minho. he handles it.
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24 Dec 2025
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Jisung and Minho had been dating for five years, but when Minho’s job became a priority, Jisung couldn't help but feel neglected. After an argument, with careless words thrown around by both, Jisung ends everything and moves out.
Two years later, after multiple failed dates and shitty guys, he runs into Minho again, and realizes that he’s the only one who ever truly understood him. His love had never faded, but what if it all goes wrong again?
WRITTEN FOR SUNGORBIT: RAE FIC GIVEAWAY!
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22 Dec 2025
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“Hello?” Minho says, because it doesn’t seem like the guy on the other side of the doorway is going to speak first.
“Um, is... does Bang Chan still live here? Or Seo Changbin?” he asks, quietly, nervously.
“Yeah, Chan's my roommate,” Minho replies, unsure where this is going.
“Is... is he here?” The guy asks, frowning now, eyebrows knitted together. He seems... jittery. Like he could turn around and run off at any moment.
“Yeah, do you want me to get him?” Minho asks.
The man blinks a few times, then looks over his shoulder like he really is considering making a break for it, then turns back to Minho with his mouth pressed together. He nods, a short jerk of the head, “Yeah,” he breathes, “I’m, uh, I’m his brother.”
That gives Minho pause. “Brother?” he echoes. He can’t recall Chan ever mentioning having a brother.
The guy- Chan's brother??- doesn’t seem caught off guard by Minho's confusion at all. “Yeah. I’m Jisung,” is all he says.
Minho hasn’t heard Chan mention the name Jisung before either.
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21 Dec 2025