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Multi faltered for a second, “I just— fuck, okay, I haven’t eaten in a while. I can’t exactly go out and hunt, because these fuckass alarms don’t differentiate between me and the clone, so I won’t know if it comes to the lab, and I can’t have him rummaging through my shit while I waste my time eating.”
“You know that you could’ve just asked me to bring you something, right?”
“It has to be fresh. And big enough so that I can get full, because once I start, the hunger is going to get ten times worse.”
“...am I enough?” Quackity asked without a second passing, the question pushing onto his lips before he could really think it through.
But it was, admittedly, something that he wanted.
OR: Multi looks sick, and even though he isn't, Quackity still helps.
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- Part 4 of naukosick loose au
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why dont i say it then, i want you all the time by gremlynn420
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
30 Jul 2026
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When Dazai dares to chuckle a breathy laugh at Chuuya's pitiful display, he's met with a harsh slap to his cheek rather than continued stimulation. Leaning back just enough to watch the result of his punishment, Chuuya lets himself moan, craving the way Dazai used to look at him like pain was the greatest blessing he could've bestowed upon him. Now, the only thing behind Dazai's eyes is escape. It's not fair.
Dazai whimpers at the sting, teary and traitorous, feeble and fickle. It's nauseating how he can act like Chuuya's nothing to him. Like everything they've been through—everything they shared—was nothing more than a mistake in his past he's erased along with everything else. If Chuuya's a mistake, he hopes he's a fucking stain. He hopes he's a gaping wound that never fully heals, an ugly scar, a branded stab wound. Chuuya hopes he's the ghost of devotion that haunts Dazai until his final breath, preferably at his own hands.
Dazai's not allowed to forget him. Chuuya won't let him.
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Chuuya being an obsessive pervert
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"Let me help you?", - or Chuuya is really interested in what his pup is being fed.
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"Do you call everyone that?" Dazai slurs.
Chuuya blinks. It takes him a moment to process it, what Dazai is asking him.
"What, 'good boy'?" he asks, biting his lip to tamper down the smile that wants to bloom to life across his face.
Or, Chuuya meets someone interesting at a party.
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After working so hard for three years, Chuuya thought he would never find himself in another maid outfit again. Still, here he was—a white ruffle headband in his copper locks and a laced off-the-shoulder crinkled crop top that exposed the peppered freckles on his skin. Around his hips was a short black frilly skirt with an ivory apron attached that stopped at the upper portion of his thighs, the material swaying with his movements, teasing the hungry stares of those who had the blessing to witness his body. The lacy sheer stockings he wore hugged the curvature of his toned legs and contrasted beautifully with the polished black heels that signaled his walk of shame with every step he took.
It was so embarrassing, and honestly, way too early in the morning to deal with this shit.
Series
- Part 1 of Of Polished Black Shoes and Ivory Frills