Tongue-Tied Devotion

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/68286166.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con,
Underage Sex
Category: M/M
Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke & Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs),
Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Characters: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou
Stray Dogs)
Additional Tags: Torture, Stripping, Mutilation, Tongue Cutting, Vomiting, Vomit
Drinking, wound fingering, Blood As Lube, Beating, Necrophilia,
Scalping, Skinning, flaying, Knifeplay, Skin Fucking, Intestine Fucking,
Eye Licking, Eye Eatting, Eye Gouging, Dissection, wound licking,
Guro, Underage Rape/Non-con
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2025-07-28 Words: 3,011 Chapters: 2/2
 Tongue-Tied Devotion
by SafetyRazor

Summary

Akutagawa finds himself desperate for Dazai's affection, willing to go any length to get it.
But when Dazai's antics become too much for Akutagawa to hand and ends up accidently
talking, Dazai takes it into his own hands to torture him in the most slow, and brutal possible
way.

Notes

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Most of the tags get involved next chapter along with the smut so be warned!
 Brutal Awakening

Akutagawa had learned long ago that silence was safer than answers. The dark room smelt
faintly of mold and cigarette smoke; Dazai stood in front of Akutagawa. Dazai never yelled;
he didn’t need to. His words did the work for him, sharp, deliberate, his tongue a razor to
other people's ears. “You’re so pathetic,” His voice was calm, almost bored, as though talking
about the weather. Dazai’s unnaturally calm voice always made his skin prickle in
discomfort.

Akutagawa hadn’t answered. The silence between the two was suffocating. Akutagawa had
always, strangely, preserved Dazai as a form of father figure, despite Dazai only being 2
years older than him. After he had given him the chance to get out of the slums and a chance
to have a home, he had always felt a strange need to please Dazai.

Dazai cleared his throat through the deafening silence that had filled the dim basement. He
stepped closer, the air thin with each soft footstep. He didn’t touch Akutagawa, at least not
yet. But it was clear who held the leash around Akutagawa’s entire being. “Dogs can endure
quite a lot. I loathe them.”
Akutagawa gazed up at Dazai, his knees beginning to ache from being knelt down on the
hard concrete below his body. His fingers digging into the meaty palm of his hand, a last-
ditch effort to try and ground himself, to prevent himself from shaking.

“Tell me,” Dazai’s voice came out slow and measured, as if a cat were creeping up onto its
prey. His voice caused a tightness in Akutagawa’s throat. “Are you trying to impress me?”
His eyes lingered on Akutagawa’s lips as if daring him to speak.

Akutagawa continued to hang his head down, not looking Dazai in the eyes. His mouth
opened but was quickly shut. He didn’t have anything to say. He never dared speak to Dazai,
even if being asked a direct question.

Dazai chuckled softly at the silence, shaking his head softly. “Still nothing?” He mused. “I
suppose I should be proud of you, finally learning to keep that dirty mouth of yours shut.” He
let out a soft sigh as he stared down at Akutagawa with nothing but a look of disappointment.
“Unfortunately for you, I can’t find it within me to be even a little proud.” Dazai never
praised Akutagawa. Dazai would most likely only praise him for dying.

Akutagawa’s gaze stayed fixed on the floor; his eyes traced the deep cracks in the concrete
that had been a result of the poor building. If he could focus hard enough, he could pretend
Dazai wasn’t there, that he was anywhere else, someone else.

Dazai’s hand brushed against his cheek, not a caress, but an inspection, like one might handle
flawed pottery. Akutagawa felt his throat tighten further; a growing sense of unease made his
stomach feel heavy. “Do you know why I keep you around? ” He snickered softly, roughly
removing his hand from his face, his nails scraping against the pale skin of Akutagawa’s
cheek. He spoke before letting Akutagawa even try to speak or guess. “Because watching you
try, try so desperately for my approval in even the smallest amount, brings me endless
amusement.”

As Dazai’s hand scraped across Akutagawa’s face, it left behind shame that felt far too heavy
for his bony body. He raised his head finally and looked at Dazai. He knew Dazai’s features,
his dark brown hair, his narrow brown eyes, and the bandages that covered his neck, arms,
and one side of his face. He knew these features belonged to Dazai. But when he looked at
Dazai, he felt like he didn’t look natural. His features almost…alien on his face.

“I will spare you the teasing.” He spoke softly to Akutagawa as he locked his eyes onto the
younger boy’s. “Strip down.” Dazai demanded in his same calm and measured voice.
Akutagawa’s hands felt clammy as he stared at Dazai. He knew he should listen, that Dazai
had seen him naked multiple times, but his arms made no motion.

Dazai’s face contorted at Akutagawa’s hesitation. “What is with you today?!” He cocked his
leg back, sending a harsh kick into Akutagawa’s side. Akutagawa fell back, his head hitting
the concrete with a thud. He gasped out, his hands clutching his aching side; it was hard to
breathe. “Take your clothes off NOW!” Dazai barked out at him, not caring in the slightest
about Akutagawa catching his breath that had been knocked out of him.

Akutagawa’s eyes got glossy, but he knew better than to cry. His hands urgently grabbed at
his clothes. He stripped them off as if his life depended on it. Dazai watched with a pleased
smile at Akutagawa’s fear; it was beautiful to him.

Akutagawa knelt bare in front of Dazai. He had always felt a strong discomfort about Dazai
seeing him naked. Dazai walked closer, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small
switchblade. Akutagawa’s body twitched ever so slightly as Dazai flicked the blade out,
running it along his skin in inspection.

He glided the blade carefully along Akutagawa’s flesh, taking note of each bruise and speck
on his pale flesh. He took note of the way Akutagawa’s skin prickled up as the cold blade
danced across his skin. One of the only things Dazai liked about Akutagawa was his ghostly
pale skin; it always contrasted nicely against the bruises and cuts he always had.

Without a moment to spare, Dazai dug the blade deep into Akutagawa’s side, directly
opposite to the side he had kicked brutally, leaving both sides of the younger boy aching. The
gash was deep. Akutagawa gasped out in pain; a quite deep groan rumbled in his chest. “How
pretty is that? ” Dazai guffawed at the pained groan, his free hand trailing up Akutagawa’s
body. His fingers traced the edge of the wound in an almost intimate way. Akutagawa hissed
out in discomfort, quickly shutting his mouth at the irritated look Dazai had shot him. He
continued his teasing at Akutagawa’s wound, his mouth a twisted smirk. He began to dig his
fingers deep into the gash with a somewhat fingering motion.

Akutagawa’s face contorted in horror and pain as he watched, a scream tearing through his
throat, his hands flying up to grasp at Dazai’s wrist in a desperate plea for him to stop. “S-
stop… Please..” Akutagawa choked out, his voice trembling and rough from not talking
much at all for such a long time, these words just happened to slip out.
Dazai’s fingers stilled on his wound, his face became still. Akutagawa knew that he had
messed up badly, that he should have shut up long before he had let those words slip out.
“What did you say to me? ” Dazai asked, his eyes fixated on Akutagawa’s as he watched
them dart around over his features. He didn’t talk again, afraid to make a wrong choice,
afraid that it was one of those questions he wasn’t really supposed to answer. Dazai’s eyes
narrowed further. “You don’t get a say in things, you mutt.” He grabbed him by the lower jaw
and pushed his head down roughly. His hand wrapped around the blade as Akutagawa began
to thrash around under him. Dazai held his bottom jaw in place with his knee as his hand
began to pull at Akutagawa’s tongue. Aktagawa’s eyes were wide with fear, tears rolling
down his face as his body struggled against Dazai’s weight. The room fell silent, besides the
giggles that slipped from Dazai’s lips. He had cut Akutagawa’s tongue off.

Akutagawa’s eyes widened in utter alarm. The feeling of warm metallic blood began to flood
his mouth. His hands began to beat weakly against Dazai’s chest as sobs tore through his
scrawny body. Dazai leaned forward, his lips pressing firmly to Akutagawa’s as he murmured
against his mouth. “You knew better than you talk.” He let out a moan as he slipped his
tongue into Akutagawa’s bloody mouth, adoring the taste of the younger boy’s blood. His
tongue swiped across the smooth bone of Akutagawa’s teeth in an almost obsessive way.
Akutagawa felt dread creeping up his spine, his body responding to this primal affection he
had never been shown before. Despite getting Dazai’s attention, something he had craved for
so long, he didn’t like it; he didn't want it in this way, this grotesque, dirty way.

Dazai continued to dig his fingers into the gash he had made in Akutagawa’s fair skin,
pulling back from the kiss with blood dripping from his lips. He leaned down, his hands
gripping Akutagawa’s hips firmly in place as he pressed his lips to the cut. His tongue darted
out and licked the wound. Akutagawa continued to cry out in agony, his hands tied in Dazai’s
hair trying to push him away. He tried again to speak but couldn’t find a way to make a
coherent sound with his newly found lack of tongue.

Dazai finally pulled back. His hand glided through Akutagawa’s hair, strangely soothing the
injured boy, causing his hands to fall down to his sides as he lay on the concrete ground
staring up at Dazai. Blood continued to gurgle in his throat, his face soaked in tears. “I never
liked your face, your hair, your sickening eyes.” He gripped the blade once more, pointing it
to Akutagawa’s hairline. “So I want it gone. ALL of it.”
 Gruesome Bliss
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Akutagawa locked his watery eyes on the blood-covered blade, pointing directly at his
hairline. Want it all gone? He felt the tremors he had suppressed shake him to his core, his
hands lethargically trying to push Dazai away.

Dazai roughly shoved the boy’s hands away and held his hand over his lips, holding his skull
firmly to the ground. His strength crushing. “Stop struggling; you know it won’t change
anything.” He slowly began to press the tip of the blade to the crest of Akutagawa’s hairline.
Agonizingly slowly, he wedged the blade between the bone of his skull and the connective
tissue of his scalp. Akutagawa began to cry out once more, his hands scrambling and
scratching desperately at Dazai’s back. He chuckled in perverse delight.

Akutagawa wailed out as he felt the knife digging into his scalp. His stomach began to
bubble with the pain. He began to scream out further as Dazai began to pull his hair back,
digging the blade with deeper purpose and fervor. He began to feel a steady trickle of blood
run down his face. He desperately blinked out the blood that began to smother his eyes but
failed. As he gasped out in pain, the nausea became too overwhelming. His stomach
forcefully contracted, sending a wave of acidic puke up through his throat, burning in its
wake. The barf trickled down the sides of his mouth, burning harshly against the raw,
exposed flesh of his lopped-off tongue.

Dazai stilled the blade, reaching forward and wiping the blood out of Akutagawa’s eyes with
his thumbs, his voice warming. “How delightful… Look at me.” He demanded as he held the
sides of his face.

As Akutagawa opened his eyes, Dazai smiled deeply, reaching down and holding up a wad of
blood-matted hair. Akutagawa’s entire scalp dangling from Dazai’s hand. He wanted to
scream but found himself choking on the vomit still pooled in his mouth. Violent coughs
racked through his slim body, puke spraying out of his mouth. Dazai leaned forward, catching
the vomit and drinking the puke and blood mixture from Akutagawa’s mouth. He sucked the
foul liquid through his teeth, gulping it all down, his free hand wrapping around the back of
Akutagawa’s neck to tilt more vomit into his own mouth.

Akutagawa hyperventilated against Dazai’s lips. His eyes only stared at the wad of hair and
flesh on the ground. It was his hair, his scalp. Dazai’s hands only traced the edge of his raw,
exposed skull; it didn't hurt too much to the touch; all the nerves were gone with his hair.
Akutagawa recoiled as a dry sob caught in his throat. He wished that this was just a bad
dream, a nightmare. But it was more than real.

Dazai pulled back finally, his lips covered in blood and vomit, and his hands messy with
strands of black hair and covered in blood. “I think it’s time to get to the main event, don’t
you?” Akutagawa’s eyes widened more. Main event? As if all of this wasn’t bad enough, it
was just a warm-up? He felt sick to his stomach; he really was just a form of entertainment to
Dazai. He was nothing. Tears found Akutagawa’s eyes once more as he sobbed hard. Not
from pain, but the realization, the realization that the man he had tried so desperately to gain
affection from, to be loved by, didn’t care about him in the slightest.

Dazai didn’t feel the need to go slow any longer; he was far too excited. It was very obvious
at the straining in his pants. He brought the switchblade to Akutagawa’s face and began to
carve under the skin, starting at the forehead. He bit his lip as he watched the blade make a
slightly visible bump under Akutagawa’s face; more blood began to spill from his face. He
didn’t scream; he could feel himself become more lightheaded from the blood loss. A large
puddle of blood pooling below his naked body. Dazai had begun to peel back the skin, tearing
it away from all the connective tissue he had forgotten to cut. Akutagawa’s eyes began to
flutter shut, or at least tried before the skin of his eyelids got pulled away from his face.
Dazai let the flesh fall down; it hit the bottom of Akutagawa’s chin as it dangled.

Dazai grabbed Akutagawa’s face and leaned forward, vomit and blood still on his lips. He
watched as Akutagawa’s eyes began to roll back, his life slipping from his body. He pressed
forward and began to lick his eyeball; the acidic vomit still lingering on his tongue scorched
Akutagawa’s eye painfully. Dazai’s teeth are nipping at his eye whites.

Akutagawa’s brain began to fog over, his vision becoming a desolate black. The only
thoughts that he could form were sick, how sick Dazai was, and how stupid he had been not
to end his life earlier. As his body slowly began to shut down, the last thing he heard was a
gooey, pulpy squelch.

Dazai had taken a bite out of Akutagawa’s eye, chewing it with a moan. He gazed down at
Akutagawa’s lifeless body. He paused; the arousal that coursed through his body began to
skyrocket. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the still-warm corpse, spitting the half-
chewed eyeball into Akutagawa’s mouth. His tongue worked all around the crevice. He
pulled back, biting his lip as his hand roughly massaged his erection through his pants. “You
are so beautiful like this…” He breathed heavily, his face and neck burning hot with lust. His
eyes locked on the deep red of his skinned face, the blood that pooled under him, his
mutilated eye socket. He breathed heavily, leaning down and dragging his tongue along the
exposed muscles of Akutagawa’s face before kissing his eye socket. As his tongue explored
the metallic heaven, his blade made its way to the stomach, dissecting it with practiced ease.

As he pulled back, he gazed down at the exposed organs; a pleasurable shudder tore through
his body. He quickly pulled down his pants, letting his erection spring free, his tip leaking
with pre-cum. He tore the skin dangling from the face off completely, wrapping it around his
cock. “Oh fuck…” He whimpered out as he began to glide the flesh along the length of his
cock, the blood allowing for ample lubrication. His free hand ran up to his mouth as he let his
head roll back. He bit on his middle finger, his hand moving the flesh faster against his shaft.

He pulled the flesh back, bringing it to his mouth as he began to gnaw at it, chewing and
savoring it. His teeth tore through the flesh as his hands roughly thrust into the stomach,
pulling out ropes of Akutagawa’s intestine. He bent down, shoving his dick into the opening
wound of Akutagawa’s stomach, pushing his length against the gore and viscera. He breathed
raggedly, loud groans falling from his lips. His hips thrust urgently against the guts as his
 hands clawed at the corpse’s face and body. His fingers delved into the last remaining eye,
squishing it between his fingers, blood squirting out between his digits.

Dazai’s hands slipped down to wrap around Akutagawa’s throat, squeezing it as hard as he
could despite Akutagawa already being dead. His hips slammed into the stomach, his tip
bumping against the stomach with each thrust. He let out a breathy whine, pulling back and
grabbing a fistful of intestine, wrapping it around his cock and jerking off, staring deep into
the mutilated face that used to belong to Akutagawa. “C-cumming, I-” He cried out in ecstasy
as he began to cum, shooting thick ropes of semen into the bloody cavity he had created in
Akutagawa’s corpse. His hips thrust uncontrollably against his hand as he rode out his
climax.

As he began to calm down, he dropped the gore and stood up. He looked down at the body,
completely disfigured, coated in crusted vomit and blood. His skinned and scalped face
lacking an eye in one socket and a mushed-up eye in the other. The open mouth that lacked a
tongue and held the spit-up remains of one of his eyes. The large pool of blood that had
spread across the floor. And the mess of intestine and guts that spill from his abdomen.

He pulled up his pants with a sigh, a smile crossing his face. “I finally feel proud of you.” He
finally was proud of Akutagawa. Too bad that Akutagawa would never be able to enjoy
Dazai’s praise one bit. He snickered, knowing this. “What a shame.

Chapter End Notes

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