As the book name suggests~ Specially for my beloved who begged to write some bottomzai smut~ @LzeroS . . . Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, but the plot is.

Dazai owned him in name, but Chuuya chose to stay. The collar still sat around his throat, the rules still echoed in the halls - but things had changed. What had once been survival was now something else. A quiet surrender, yes, but one born of trust, not fear. When their relationship finally began to settle into something real - something soft and strange and unspoken - the house changed with it. The wolves that once flinched at every shadow began to breathe easier. The servants who whispered behind closed doors now looked their way with something gentler in their eyes. Even the coldest corners of the estate felt a little less hollow. But peace built on cracked foundations never holds. Because the reason for the pain - the rot behind the walls - was still there. Still watching. Still ruling. And tearing out power that's rooted itself in centuries of blood is no easy thing. It never bleeds out quietly. It clings. It bites back. So even as comfort bloomed between them - even as Chuuya stayed and Dazai softened - the weight of what still lingered above them all began to shift. And soon, the cost of freedom would begin to show.

"Mmm. A god like me isn't easily fascinated by the tunes of humans. But in my weakest moment your singing gave me strength. I want you to be mine and mine alone. I want to continue to hear those beautiful sounds you sing. Would that be alright with you?" Dazai looked at Chuuya smiling and he nodded. "Well then..." Chuuya grabbed Dazai's hands in his. "From this day I Nakahara Chuuya will protect and serve..." Chuuya's eyes flashed red as he looked into Dazai's eyes and he saw his name. "... Dazai Osamu with everything that I am. If danger ever comes your way I will protect you in any way I can, and in return you will continue to sing for me, and give me your strength. This is our contract... our vow of partnership." Chuuya leaned forward and he lightly pecked Dazai on the lips as he sealed their contract. Chuuya could hear the others coming for him. He didn't have much time anymore. Chuuya leaned next to Dazai's ear and he whispered softly. Whenever you feel scared or alone... call my name... remember Dazai you are the only one who can call on me... I am yours faithfully now.

As the title implies, this book contains one-shots centered around Dazai and Chuuya. But the plot is: They both are actually together, unknown to the others in Port Mafia. A secret relationship. Notes: 1) Dazai never left Port Mafia and now they are in their adulthood. (Because I ain't making them fuck unless they of age obviously.) 2) They are in a complicated relationship, refusing to admit their feelings openly. 3) They live together. The rules of the Port Mafia were clear: partners lived together for efficiency, or so it was said. But obviously the duo takes it to their advantage. 4) The chapters containing certain elements will be indicated as follows: ❤️‍🩹 - Fluff with usual banter 💔 - angst / dark thoughts ❤️‍🔥 - smut 🖤 - others (could range from torture sessions to other missions which often takes dark turns) Disclaimers: 1) I do not own either the characters or the artworks. 2) This story contains descriptions of violence, blood, abuse, suicide, self-harm, and depression as hinted by the elements in the chapters' titles. 3) This book, contains heavy smut as hinted by the elements in the chapters' titles. If you are uncomfortable with it, feel free to skip it.

Everything is normal. Dull and grey, but normal; as far as he can recall. Each day passes the same as the last in Ace's windowless casino where the redhead's kept under lock and key. That all changes with the arrival of a Port Mafia executive, one who will be overseeing the casino's operations, opening new doors into the redhead's own undiscovered nature; most notably, a penchant for violence. When Dazai takes particular interest in Ace's number one employee, things begin to dissolve into chaos. This fic is inspired by the BL Blood Bank. (crossposted from ao3)

bottom dazai top chuuya read a smut filled book

This story has a lot of smuts so if you don't like it or not comfortable with it then please leave.

My mom found out I made this so I had to take it down and re-upload it on this new account, but sadly I don't have a copy so I have to rewrite it all so it'll take a while, also I have to do this in secret so expect slow updates Dazai is forced to say the truth for a long time. Who knows how long exactly, but for a while. But when question by Chuuya he ends up saying some... Interesting things. What exactly will happen? Find out yourself. This story includes an OC insert along with some triggering topics, and of course some really gruesome sex. Yes, I said gruesome.

Dazai needed an incentive to finally finish his university work and his mafia boss boyfriend had a splendid idea on how to encourage him. (With his dick)

⚠️bottom Dazai⚠️ "Corrupted and no longer pure they say." The ginger chuckled, "Really? Your wings say otherwise."