#chuuya drabbles

[squigglewigglewoo]

this is (no longer) a one time thing, I got bored and a little tipsy, decided to take a ask I sent to one of my favorite creators and post it on my account instead.

(✧) warnings: lowercase writing, sexual themes, virginity loss, praise, degradation, dazais his own warning, dacryphilia, overstimulation (?), if I missed anything, let me know! NSFW 18+ under the cut, MDNI

(✦) summary: what's it like to lose your virginity to two of the finest men in Yokohama? 424 words~

(✧) pairing: dazai x reader, chuuya x reader (separately)

(✦) (a/n): I apologize, I keep editing this post, I can't decide how I want the layout and I'm not used to posting on here

(✧) listening to~ baby said by måneskin

imagine losing your virginity to chuuya or dazai.

Chuuya would be so gentle the whole time, honored that you chose him to take your virginity, making sure you cum by his hands or mouth at least twice to prep you, thrusting into you slow and deep to make sure he doesn't hurt you, praising you the entire time with a sweet, loving tone, his head buried into your neck as he peppers your jaw and face with kisses, praise falling from his lips as he fucks you senseless. "good girl, y're doing so good f'me. god, you feel heavenly, squeezing me s'tight. what a pretty sight you are, spread out under me like this." he practically worships you, kissing you all over, leaving soft bites and marks on your skin, his head shoved in the crook of your neck as he cums with a low moan, just barely heard. he's got you all wrapped up in his arms after, holding you and peppering your face till you're giggling sleepily, asking if your alright, if he hurt you at all while he cleans you up before falling a sleep with you in his arms, murmuring a soft "love you, s'fucking much, doll." into your ear before he slips into a dreamless slumber.

Dazai would only smirk when you tell him your a virgin, fucking you raw and sensitive just to watch the tears form in your eyes and feel you squirm beneath him, only laughing when you beg him to slow down, that it hurts, making mocking (he wouldn't actually mock you, he loves you far to much for that) comments as he only fucks you rougher. "awh, poor baby, so worked up. you're taking me so well, are you sure your really a virgin? you're practically sucking me in, what a needy little cock drunk slut you are f'me, only me." his bandaged hands grab at your hips so tightly, nails leaving crescent moon indents on your skin, his grip near bruising. your nails rake down his back, between his shoulder blades, creating red, angry lines that only make him fuck into you harder, a mocking grin on his face as he kisses the corners of your eyes, taking away the tears that brim in your eyes, only to pull out, just the tip remaining in you before he slams back into you, watching the tears bubble in your eyes once more with a teasing, degrading comment. "you cryin'? oh, poor thing, fucked so dumb you can't even say anything broken babbles of my name. such a stupid, pretty little thing."

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[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Hi!! I wanted to ask for a chuuya where chuuya calls her s/o doll and s/o asks and blushes and chuuya teases her a bit about it? Total fluff <3 Sorry if this doesn't make sense, you can ignore it! If it wasn't a problem, I'd like the scenario. Take care!

Teasing!- Chuuya Nakahara

Oneshot: Chuuya calls you "doll," and when you blush and ask about it, he playfully teases you. Genre: Fluff A/N: Oml hiii I had to think for a while but I hope you like it →Masterlist

Chuuya had always been known for his ways and a hothead personality in the mafia, but when it came to his significant other, You, he had a soft spot that he couldn't deny. The two of you were out on a casual date, strolling through the streets hand in hand. The evening air was cool, and the city lights painted the surroundings with pastel and neon hues of lightening.

As you walked together, Chuuya couldn't help but steal glances at you, his heart swelling with affection. Finally, he couldn't contain himself any longer and turned to you with a glint in his eye.

"You know, doll," he murmured, his voice low and affectionate.

You blinked, your cheeks instantly flushing with embarrassment. "Did you just call me… 'doll'?" you stammered, not letting him finish the sentence as a mix feeling of surprise and warmth spread through you. It was totally out of personality for Chuuya, or at least you thought

Chuuya chuckled, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, I did. What's wrong with that, doll? Don't tell me you don't like it."

You bit your lip, unable to hide your growing grin. "Well, it's just… It's a little embarrassing, that's all. Besides, stop teasing me with that face of yours, seriously, Doll?"

Chuuya grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He leaned in closer, your faces inches apart. "Yeah, doll. You're like a precious porcelain doll to me," he teased, his voice taking on a playful tone. "Delicate, yet strong. Beautiful, yet fiery."

Your blush deepened, and you playfully swatted at his chest. "Stop teasing," you mumbled, unable to hide your smile.

Chuuya chuckled softly and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I can't help it if you're so damn adorable when you blush, doll," he said, his tone affectionate. "But I mean every word. You're special to me."

You leaned in and captured his lips in a sweet, lingering kiss, your heart filled with warmth and love. "You're special to me too, Chuuya," you whispered against his lips.

Cooling yourself down, you broke away the kiss before smacking his head, "Never call me that again"

Chuuya's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. "Oh, come on, doll. You're blushing. I think you like it," he teased, his tone dripping with affection.

Your so called 'cooled down' blush deepened, and you playfully swatted his chest. "Fine, maybe I do," you admitted, your gaze meeting his with a shy smile.

Chuuya leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Good, because I love calling you that. I love you."

You melted into his embrace, feeling cherished and loved. The two of you continued your walk, hand in hand, as the city around you faded into the background. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the sweet moment you shared, that became nothing but a lovable memory.

A/N: 👹you didn't say ily to chuuya back haw

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[yuecrown]

[ 5:42 AM ] — nakahara chuuya

chuuya x gn!reader. fluff. warnings: swearing. 0.5k wc.

it isn’t until you hear chuuya come up behind you that you realize it’s already morning. you’re nursing a cup of now-cold coffee in your hands, and you’re amazed that you haven’t dropped it even though you’ve been zoned out for the past hour.

“you okay?” chuuya’s voice is thick with sleep as he wraps his arms around you.

you nod. “i just woke up a little early.”

chuuya lets out a quiet hum, and rests his chin on your shoulder, before shivering. “it’s fucking freezing out here.”

the sun hasn’t risen yet, so the balcony is still cold, but you were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t feel the chill. chuuya goes back inside before returning with two hoodies. he pulls one on and chucks the other at you.

it’s one of his, an old, faded grey thing that you’ve ‘borrowed’ from him more times than you can count. he pretends to get mad about it, but he’s not. not really. that’s just how chuuya is, grumpy and sharp-tongued, but kind nevertheless. attentive even though you don’t ask him to be.

the two of you sit in silence for a while— not that it’s ever really quiet when you live in the middle of yokohama. even pre-sunrise, the air is filled with sounds of traffic and the howls of stray dogs. you don’t mind though. you’ve grown to like the sounds of the waking city.

eventually, you turn to go back into your shared apartment, calling out, “want some coffee?” as an afterthought, because you know chuuya hates the way it tastes. as expected, he shakes his head, so you simply make yourself a cup, and return outside.

chuuya’s sitting quietly, gazing out at the city as sunlight starts to hit the buildings, coloring the previously dark sky shades of blue and yellow.

“how’s the hangover?” you ask, a teasing lilt to your voice. he glares at you, before massaging his temple and muttering, “what hangover?”

you hold back a laugh and drape yourself over his lap, setting your cup down on the table carefully.

“good morning,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his neck. the faint emerging sunlight tinges his hair gold as he sleepily kisses you back, still smelling faintly of alcohol and last night’s cologne.

you thread your fingers through his hair, gently playing with the soft locks as he lets out a content hum and relaxes his body.

his fingers still bear last night’s rings, and his many piercings reflect the light whenever he tilts his head, but he’s wearing fluffy pompompurin slippers. that’s just like chuuya, you think to yourself with a little smile. mean and scary and so, so cute.

he spots your smile and grumbles, “makin’ fun of me in your head, aren’t you.”

“maybe,” you say, taking hold of his hand in yours and linking your fingers together.

he huffs, but his face is relaxed. chuuya doesn’t always smile when he’s happy, but you’ve learned to pay attention to the other things— the way the crease between his brows disappears, the ways his eyes crinkle up ever so slightly, the way his ears get tinged pink when he’s flustered.

“brat,” he says, tightening his arms around you, making you smile and lean into his touch.

you used to wake up alone, but now, mornings are synonymous with chuuya.

notes: constantly thinking about domestic life with chuuya 😵‍💫😵‍💫 also i’m a firm believer that chuuya loves sanrio & u cant convince me otherwise

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[kaeyx]

Yandere!Chuuya drabble

Warnings: kidnapping

Notes: Reader is gender neutral. Proof of concept more than anything else, a sort of overview of what I think it would be like for Reader to live with him long term. Feel free to come ask about the concept, or offer input of your own!

He never lays a hand on you.

His home is gorgeous, a penthouse far larger than you could ever imagine, somehow managing to look honey despite the fact that it looks like something out of a catalogue. Trinkets from all over the world and books of poetry line the walls of his room, and the sheets of his king size bed often have vibrant colours or nice patterns. The shackle sort of shatters that coziness though. No matter how hard you tug, how much you scream and scrabble at the manacle around your ankle until your skin bleeds, it doesn't move an inch.

You look up from your folded hands, from the solved Rubik's cube in your lap, out the floor to ceiling windows and over the city. You'd never imagined you'd see the inside of an apartment like this, much less live in it. You'd never imagined you'd do anything to get out. The chain is infuriatingly, mockingly long, long enough that you can go to the ensuite bathroom and even open the door and step into the hall if he doesn't lock the door. The shackle around your ankle is also loose -not enough to let you slip your foot out though. It doesn't stop you from struggling and tugging at it though, even though he always looks disheartened when he sees the long scratches and reddened skin around your ankle. He always offers to clean you up, if he notices. Looks at you with the eyes of a man defeated and asks to help you in a tone so much softer than what he was known for. You refuse him each time, sometimes with spite, sometimes just retreating into yourself. He never pushes, never forces you.

Chuuya always looks a little sad now, whenever he slides the deadbolt and opens the door to his room to bring you food or gifts, or a new book. You don't know why you're in his room, or why he doesn't take advantage of the situation and shares the bed. His fiery halo of hair seems duller somehow, his strides less quick and self assured than you remember from before. It seems like an age now, when you knew him as a loud, intense, deliberate person; a man who liked his expensive wine and expensive clothes and his family and job as an executive. There's always a spark missing in his eyes now, a quirk missing in his brow. He used to nod or smile at you as he walked by even though you weren't his subordinate, and now he can barely look you in the eye.

You don't even ask for explanations anymore, you don't plead for him to let you go. You did, once. In the beginning. When you still had hope that this was all a horrible prank or a nightmare. It had shifted to rage eventually, and some vindictive, animal part of you had taken savage joy in seeing the hurt in his eyes when you yelled at him and berated him, and how all his usual bright emotions would fall away and leave a man who was carefully quiet and solemn, never rising to your baits, never joking or complimenting or attempting to reach out to you. Eventually you ran out of hope though, and with no hope you also ran out of motivation. You couldn't escape, you couldn't fight him, you had nobody to come looking for you. He wasn't letting you go.

The view of Yokohama is breathtaking, buildings and sea glittering under the sun, completely out of reach. Your hands reach for the cube and, with a sigh, you start to shuffle it again.

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[imagines-by-elysian]

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗱 - 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝗡𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮

Please imagine the scenario while reading this to get the best experience!

Imagine,

You stare at the ceiling lying on your bed, thinking about everything you probably did in your life, when suddenly you feel the mattress getting depressed on one of your sides to see him, Chuuya Nakahara someone who are completely head over heels with.

Being lovers it was only natural for him to have the access to your house, a home with him around and every time you see him, he gives you butterflies.

Nothing out of extra ordinary, just two lovers on bed when he get holds of your figure, pulls you closer as you both hug on the bed, not bothering to be under sheets. You would laugh at him before you tell him to get up, so you both can come under covers as he helps you out for the same.

Both you just in silence, hugging each other under the covers as seconds pass by, his head above you, and you in his arms providing the safest comfort. You move his hair away from his face as you kiss his cheeks to with he would respond with a kiss on your lips, completely catching you off-guard.

You hug him tight, as both of you close your eyes, in the sea of silence you are in comfort of you lover's arms, something you would never get bored of.

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[blake-elladonna]

Where are you?

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐𝟑𝟒

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟏 𝐦𝐢𝐧. 𝟏𝟎 𝐬𝐞𝐜.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: You begin to panic when Chuuya — your motorcyclist boyfriend — fails to follow through on a promise.

“This is stupid—” Chuuya had griped until you pushed his shoulder. “Hey, this is Chuuya; I didn’t answer because I didn’t want to talk to you. I might call you back if you leave a message. But if you’re my significant other listening to this, you know I’ll—”

You closed your flip phone to end the line. Your heart shaped charm taunting you. “You’ll call me back my ass.”

You called him a million and one times. Each time his voicemail greeting you with his same dumb voice after three repetitive ringback tones. Where are you, Chuuya? You said you’d be okay.

Your cell ringed and you flipped the top without checking the caller ID. “Chuuya?” A chuckle vibrated from the speaker.

“Damn, doll face. You’d missed me that much?” Your breath hitched at his voice. Your tears falling as Chuuya’s bed frame squeaked, indicating he sat up. “Hey, you okay? Talk to me.”

You took a deep breath. The line was silent but you swore you heard Chuuya’s heart racing.

“You weren’t answering, Chuuya. I called you. You said you’d call me when you got home in an hour and you never did. I started to think the worst and—” Chuuya shushed you mid sentence when he heard you struggling for breath.

“—Hey, Hey, It’s okay. I’m okay. I promised I would be, didn’t I?” He asked. His calming voice engulfing you in an invisible embrace. “I’m okay. I promise.”

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[stqrbxy]

as the moon rises. [中也] chuuya nakahara.

you smiled to yourself softly as you looked at your figure in the mirror. you wore a tight black outfit that highlighted your curves perfectly, it was topped off with the pair of custom-made matching gloves chuuya had brought you on one of your dates, which were beautifully threaded together while his one was of leather. despite the broad difference, it counterparts both yours’ and chuuyas' hands elegantly. 

seeing as your outfit was complete all you had to do was to put on your shoes, which you stuck to a pair of long, high, autumn red platforms. you applied some strawberry lipstick and headed outside with your minimalistic obsidian tote bag which somehow suited your opposite, formal wear; getting your phone out of your bag, you dialled his number.

"hello?" you softly whispered through the loud breezes of the night air blowing pleasantly in your direction. 

"doll?" you heard his voice mutter out, in an equally quiet voice, which made a soft smile make its way up to your lips. you nodded, despite knowing that he couldn't see you, right when you were about to answer, some words had already split from his lips before yours. 

"i'm to your right, doll." you looked towards your right to see a ducati 1299 panigale parked with its owner on top of it, hovering slightly. he flashed you a confident smirk as he lowered his cell phone when you called off the call and walked towards him with a soft smile. seeing your movements, he too got off his motorcycle 

"you look gorgeous as always." he smirked teasingly at the heat appearing on your cheeks, as you kissed his cheek.

"ah, you missed." "hm? what do you mean…—" you were cut off by a pair of soft, moist lips landing on yours.

you blushed as his lips left yours moments later, you giggled slightly at the state of his lips as a sweet colour smudged his normally pink lips. chuuya rose an eyebrow at this before you gestured to his lips, making him smirk as he looks at the smudged lipstick. he looked so beautiful, a star in the dark, absolutely breathtaking. as he smiled to himself, a soft blush dusted his porcelain skin, he took a deep breath before reaching his right hand to you and placing his left hand on his back, shooting you a lovestruck smile as you returned him starstruck eyes.

“shall we head out to our date, my love?”

[ a.n ] my first ever fanfic / drabble, how was it? ^^

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[foranpo]

ੈ˚☆ 11:59pm.

˚ʚ b.stray.dogs. ˚ʚ chuuya. ˚ʚ fluff.

ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading <3 ──────

"I believe there is something larger than our lives waiting for us."

You spoke with a wide smile on your face, a tremendous joy of being able to see, for the first time that month, the starry sky of the city.

So many lights, so many stars, so much hope.

An intense and infinite vastness of black was embellished by hundreds of stars, constellations to be created with the simplicity of human imagination and hope.

So much darkness. So much nothingness. But so many stars. So many dreams.

"Where?"

Chuuya let a long yawn escape his mouth, too tired from the day he'd had, too snug by your presence.

"Somewhere. In the universe."

You raised your hand and let your delicate fingers draw hopeful paths among the stars and planes, all your attention focused on that fascinating landscape.

"And what can be greater than life? What is bigger than the miracle of life?"

Chuuya shrugged his shoulders and leaned back, closing his eyes and letting the gentle spring wind caress him with the delicacy only worthy of mother nature.

You remained silent, looking for an answer to Chuuya's question, wondering if there really was something larger than life. It should exist. It had to exist. There is so much diversity in the universe, why not promises of something greater? Something less painful than life?

"Hope. Freedom."

Two simple words.

Two simple words that were stuck on your lips as soon as the night blinded you with its beauty. Two simple words that, when pronounced by you, gained multitudes of meanings and made Chuuya open his eyes and look at you. Two simple words and Chuuya woke up from his tired routine, the idea of a crash in his system being more than enough to entice him to share that moment with you.

And how beautiful you were.

Bathed by the hope of the stars, painted by the tenderness of the moon, exalted by the freedom of the night. You were beautiful. That night, bewitched by promises from your imagination, hopeful of lives yet to be lived, you were beautiful in Chuuya's eyes.

And maybe, just maybe, all your desire for hope and freedom was justified when you yourself resembled the child of the night, the moon, the universe.

"And when we get that hope and freedom? What do we have left?"

Chuuya didn't know why he was nervous, he couldn't understand why his voice trembled softly asking that question. But when you looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with the enthusiasm of the conversation, your smile expanding with the eagerness to answer, Chuuya understood why.

"Each other. And I think that's enough."

Chuuya stared at you, totally lost in your words, drunk on hope, on freedom, of your confirmation. Each other. Each other. Each. Other.

"That's enough."

When he faced the luminous night again, getting lost in your conversation that was endlessly repeated in his mind, no smile, no twinkle in his eyes, nothing blossomed in Chuuya but the hope, the promise, the certainty that you would have each other. In this life. In this universe.

ੈ♡˳───── feedback is appreciated <3 ─────

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[chiara-hotel]

𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝒢𝑜𝒹

Chuuya N. Drabble, Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Dazai annoying chuuya, very small drabble

Author Note: Happy Birthday Chuuya! 🫶

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For the longest time, Chuuya didn’t know if he were human or a god-his powers were extraordinary. His strength was notable and he could do anything he set his mind to do. So then… How did this situation happen??

Dazai standing infront of him as he spoke,

“If you’re a god, why are you feeling sad?”

“If you’re a god, why are you crying?”

“If you’re a god, couldn’t you save them? Why did they die like everyone else?”

“If you’re god, your life would be perfect. Sitting up all high and mighty, looking down on those who cross paths with you.”

“Oh shut the fuck up Dazai” Chuuya spoke teary-eyed not daring to look away from your body to give him attention. Your body, dead beneath his feet.

Dazai was silent for a moment before stating his final comment, “Isnt that proof enough that you’re human, Chuuya?” Dazai spoke the last sentence softly, as if he knew Chuuya would never believe him. Dazai watched as Chuuya cleared his tears and headed for the door..

“Chuuya, where are you going” Chuuya stopped, just before answering: “I’m going to fucking murder whoever did this” Dazai chuckled and spoke

“If you’re a god you wouldn’t kill a human life you know?”

Chuuya started to leave and he only said one thing before he left: “Well then, maybe I’m no god afterall.”

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#chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd #chiara.talks #bsd dazai #chuuya headcanons #bsd headcanons #chuuya drabbles

[kachuuyaa]

CONSIDER: Diluc! Reader and Chuuya or Kaeya! Reader and Dazai (you choose the pair idc I just thought the "these bitches hate each other" pair would be funny)

- 🐗

a/n: this was a great idea, i had so much fun writing this save for the 39 times my computer crashed and having a rasputin just dance session in the middle of it and reading 50 pages of crime n punishment and listing down 3 universe theories. paired with 2 vacations and a birthday party. how are you?

DILUC!READER X CHUUYA

Running a bar whilst working for the mafia was quite an unusual combination, yet it worked well for you. Especially paired with the bizarre reason you chose to join the mafia, the other underlings knew not to question such a powerful and influential mafioso such as you. Who are they to complain, either way? You serve such great drinks, despite not being interested in them. Although, the regulars in your bar have no awareness of what you do after dark. Your most esteemed bartender (besides you), Charles, had no inkling of your duties, you were covert, clandestine in movement, that one would never wonder what such an influential bachelor would be doing in the most deadly mafia of Japan. You choose not to disclose such information to the public, obviously, as your status as a bachelor and a renowned bartender, the sudden reveal of your underground history with the mafia would emit thousands upon thousands of chatter among the commonfolk. Of course, with this, you actively prevent social gatherings that heavily involve you. The boss told you to conceal your identity, especially with the numerous mafiosos landing themselves in your establishment. You were a paradox, with your personality paired with your determination, and some are adamant to unmask the executive that the mafia had hidden. Your achievements were praiseworthy, known throughout the group, yet they cannot seem to grasp your existence, they have never seen you, anyway. You were to be kept secret, especially with your perfect reputation, the boss made precautions to preserve it. 

This hatred for the government that led you to joining the mafia stemmed from the death of your father. Even then, you had retained some acquaintances from the special armed forces, one of which being the Acting Grandmaster, whom you grew to respect as you left. There was… your eccentric brother, too. You don’t talk about him much, only when necessary, or if questions were brought up by patrons. To your dismay, he was quite a regular at your establishment, catching the attention of most of your customers. It never bothered you, at least there was a distraction to keep your brother away from you. Although, as much as you hated to admit, he brought more attention to you rather than himself. Your embarrassment is amusing to him, you noted. It is fitting for a man whose only goal is to tease and taunt you, you seem to observe. However, despite the rough relationship between you and your sibling, there seems to be an underlying sheet of worry towards the both of you. As it isn’t evident, there were times where you seem to be worried over Kaeya, and the mass amounts of alcohol he consumes. You usher him outside of your establishment when he has one or two more drinks than usual, and Kaeya making light of the situation as you grunted and snatch his half-empty glass. This elicits a whine from him, but you don’t make any move to offer him more alcohol any time soon. You knew you wouldn’t hear the end of it from him, however, as he uses your kind gestures to him an invitation to embarrass you even further. 

This rough exterior still retained especially when doing work for the mafia. It was rare to even see you walking the halls of the dreaded buildings, no one dared to question if you were simply moving with the wind, and no one had the courage to talk to the boss about it. The executives, despite sharing the same rank as you did, had no recollection or encounters with you. It was as if you were simply a spirit, a supernatural entity that the boss had struck a deal with. They joke about that after meetings, since most-- if not all, Port Mafia members have never seen you unmasked. Sure, you were peculiar, but incredibly captivating. The executive notorious yet with an identity so mysterious, they cannot help their insatiable curiosity. Of course, you were quite popular for such reasons, such swift and calculated movements were only seen, a shadow of you reflecting your actions. That is all Chuuya needed to see, for him to confirm your identity. And, well, you did not disappoint. As Chuuya joined the mafia, he was quickly bombarded with missions and unknown gossip he could not care less about. Upon hearing about you, an executive he knew he’s never seen, he grew wary. Masking your features to be unknown to the very organization you worked in could only raise suspicion for the redhead, however, upon telling Dazai this during an interrogation (which he thought was the worst decision made), the ex-mafia’s eyes lit with glee and began teasing the man for asking such. Although, the suicidal man grew serious, admitting that he has never seen you, but conversed with you once. The tension was heavy, suffocating, as you, one with a reputation that precedes your occupation, can only talk with a voice so melancholic and a tone so monotone and bitter. Though the experience made the man even more interested rather than nervous. Chuuya left the scene with mixed emotions, all of them directed to you. It was then Mori sensed his agitation, and reevaluating the decision of concealing your identity from your fellow executives. But, in his mind, he felt that you were going to decline.

Chuuya had a hard day that night when he met you. Tachihara suggested to go to the bar a couple of streets down with the Black Lizard, which he agreed to. He heard how delectable the drinks are, and the stoic, stern bartender who creates the recipes are equally as fresh, he simply had to evaluate them himself. Okay, he had to admit, it was good, especially the wine you so gracefully crafted for his team. And in his drunken state, he started asking simple questions to you. You chuckled internally, aware of the Black Lizard-- they were part of the same organization, how could you not? You flickered your eyes to Hirotsu, whose eyes were already boring into yours, though your expression did not falter. Chuuya’s call of your name snapped you from your stupor, making you fix your vest and entertain his questions. Unfortunately, Kaeya suddenly appeared in the bar and you had to stifle a groan. So, you simply turned your back upon hearing his footsteps. Chuuya averted his eyes from you to the male in front of him, recognising him as apart of the special forces. Of course, Kaeya doesn’t know this, as the mafia had been always successful in covering their tracks. Kaeya called out to you, making you turn around in dismay. Giving him his usual, you gazed back at Chuuya before rolling your sleeves up and catering to the dirty dishes near the sink. Chuuya was particularly interested at your evident detestment to any alcoholic drinks, as he observed you pouring yourself a glass of grape juice if there was no one to tend to. Chuuya arrived home intoxicated and intrigued towards you, deciding to come by the bar more often, despite being clueless of your nightly duties. 

The first time he met you as a mafioso was at a meeting. Once the boss had privately announced an all-executive meeting, the others began to speculate your appearance. Surely, with what they have heard from the whispers traveling around the organization, your appearance would match your achievements. Quite some time later, the sudden creak of the large door alerted the executives in the room, as the boss emerges from it, with a hooded figure behind him. He gave you the signal to remove your questionable disguise, and as you did, your unamused, cold eyes examined the pristine room before you. Chuuya, however, was in more shock than any other. You were the bartender he chatted with nonchalantly in that bar Tachihara suggested they would go to?! Such thoughts surrounded his head upon seeing your features, acknowledging that you were a renowned owner of that bartender and a bachelor many people would like to get their hands on. Flickering your eyes to the astonished Chuuya Nakahara, a glint of amusement crossed your aloof eyes, savoring his amused expression. Before anyone could retaliate, he angrily marched towards you, grabbing you by your collar as your eyes widened. You remember the scolding you received by the redhead, and you noticed that he wanted to meet you in your bar, and not in the mafia. Bombarded with questions that you would normally decline answering, you gently grabbed his hand and he halted his words, trapping them on the roof of his mouth. You muttered a stern, yet soft ‘later’, and he got the hint.

Koyou reached out to him about it. Surprisingly, the boss had not called him to his office for his behavior, and he simply wondered about it. He expected to have a thorough lecture for his impulsivity in your first official Executive meeting. He sensed evident annoyance radiate from your form, though, upon giving you a piece of his mind. Although noticed, he made no move to stop. It was technically your fault, wasn’t it? For him to be left clueless yet interested in you-- as a bartender, to have a job in the mafia, and for Gods’ sake, be the executive every mafioso in the organization would be the topic of conversation? After moments of pondering, he figured the reason of your concealed identity. It reminded him of a former colleague, back when he was 16. Shaking those thoughts away, he resumed conversation with Koyou, which was-- well, it was about you. It seemed as if you were esoteric, arcane, and many found you alluring for it. You two decided it was best to chat in your bar, away from the prying eyes the public sends you. (Ocasionally sending them to Chuuya, too, for his features and his unordinary outfit.) You two had a lengthy conversation, filled with ceaseless curiosity towards you, and you indulged in his questions. That night, Chuuya has learned a lot about you, besides your loathe for alcoholic drinks, he learned that your brother was the man with blue hair, a general for the special armed forces. He understood Kaeya’s cluelessness, given that your identity was hidden for mostly everyone. 

It was then the boss acknowledged Chuuya’s tolerance for you (especially after what happened in the Port Mafia meeting), and mostly paired you two for a mission to difficult for one to do alone. He knew Chuuya’s immense strength, and with your ability, he decided; thinking it was an easy decision. Chuuya was intrigued, yet excited at this new adjustment. He’ll think it’s a good idea, as he wanted to impress you and erase that facade of stoicism to revel in his strength. Maybe, that’s his own personal mission, for him to witness your uninterested eyes have a flicker of shock. Yeah, he’ll be the one to dig into your soul. Well, the opposite seemed to happen as once you showcased your abilities his expression flipped to one of wonder, leaving him speechless. Your ability allows you to manipulate flames with a claymore (a heavy weapon that he tried once, dropping it the moment he was done with his training), making his mouth agape, eyes shining in awe. Although, he masked it completely with a confident demeanor, taking the lead as you retreat to complete the mission. 

Chuuya had to thank whatever god was above for Mori’s observant nature, making you pair with someone like him. Saving the mafia with just enough morality for him to tolerate you, being an excellent bartender, and most of all, a decent person. Well-- more than decent, actually. You were one who had much more patience than he does. He recalls your eyes flashing with worry after Chuuya sustained heavy bruises in a fight, despite his numerous attempts to assure you that he was fine. He recalled your compassion and your gentle words directed at him, accompanied by a soft look in your eyes to further allow your irascible exterior continuously diminish upon seeing Chuuya. He felt, with his entire body and his entire soul that he shared with a god reveling between chaos and reality, he felt appreciated. Accepted, even. In a world full of gods and abilities, he was struck with an unlucky and dreadful life, one that he wished to get rid of. His very existence in the mafia was the cause of a notorious, young executive, one he grew to resent due to his actions toward him and his previous group. And he was glad to no longer associate with him, as he was associated with you. You did not compare him with the god inhibiting his body, nor did you make Arahabaki the topic of conversation, belittling him indirectly with your words. You never did that, and he was more than grateful for it. As tough as the resolve the mafioso holds, it always seemed to crumble when around you. The both of you hold a facade most knew, for you, it was stoicism, anonymity, and-- well, an esteemed bachelor. Chuuya, is a brash, cocky, ill-tempered executive. Although, while knowing your status as a wanted man of marriage to many people, he knew you were never interested in such things. Your aura scares them away, usually. So the most they are able to do is admire from the sidelines, unknowing of your unwavering love for Chuuya. The man was simply too preoccupied to impress you without hesitation. Of course, you didn’t want to chuckle in front of this revelation, as he had already impressed you with his character alone. It didn’t take an otherworldly ability for him to amaze you, it was himself alone. His arrogant, haughty attitude, paired with his attachment and his loyalty was enough for him to touch your soul. Chuuya’s personality was what impressed you. And if your ability and occupation roused excitement within Chuuya, you were certain, with all the experiences you had endured with him, you know that-- even just a little-- he was impressed with you. ‘Impressed’ was an understatement, he was vehemently, authentically, tremendously infatuated with you.

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[osaemu]

CHUUYA WAKES UP HUNGOVER

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: your boyfriend wakes up hungover after a night out with dazai.

contents: fem!reader. gets pretty suggestive. mentions of alcohol and smoking. implied sex at the end, and somehow dazai has your number..

to say chuuya had a drinking problem would be an understatement. if it weren't for his unhealthily high tolerance for alcohol, he'd probably he dead by now.

although he claims that he feels like he's already in hell the second his eyes flutter open in your bed, muttering a plea for you to close the damn blinds.

"the hell?" he mumbles, pressing his fingers to his forehead and wincing as he opens his eyes, focusing on you. "when'd i get here?"

"dazai dropped you off," you say, resisting the urge to smile. chuuya, who always looks so put-together, couldn't look worse right now. his hair is rumpled and his eyes are red from the alcohol, and he looks like a mess.

"fuck," he mutters, pulling you closer by the waist and burying his face in your neck. "m'head hurts like hell."

you hide your smile and offer him the glass of water on your nightstand. as he sips it, groaning softly, you pull him closer and kiss the top of his head. 

unfortunately for chuuya, who was enjoying being pampered, a soft ding from your phone and you reach over to the nightstand and scowl when dazai's name pops up.

"what is it?" chuuya mumbles, pressing his face into a pillow and holding on to the back of your shirt. 

you shrug and click on the message curiously. two seconds later, you're fighting to stop yourself from laughing when you see a flash of chuuya's face, flushed red and illuminated by the dim overhead lights with a glass of wine in his hand.

"the hell you laughin' about?" chuuya mutters, throwing the pillow at you and letting out a strangled noise when he sees the video. "i'm gonna kill that suicidal bastard. give me that—"

you quickly slide off the bed and grin as chuuya groans, pressing two fingers his forehead. had it not been for his splitting headache, your phone would be out the window by now.

chuuya looks up at you murderously. "show me the video," he practically growls. when you smile mischievously and pretend to not hear him, a pillow comes flying at you.

"since when did you fight with pillows?" you tease, laughing at the scowl on his face as he tries to stand up and falls back down, cursing like a sailor. "what happened to my scary mafia executive?"

"after i kill that rascal dazai, you're next."

you laugh and look back down at your phone, about to click on the video when, of all things, chuuya's hatknocks it out of your hands. 

"hey!" you whine, watching dejectedly as chuuya uses his ability to catch the phone with his hat and retrieve it. "not fair!"

chuuya only laughs condescendingly and shakes his head. "ya thought i'd just let that slide?" he tsks, making a face at whatever's playing on your phone. "i'm deleting this bullshit."

you try to snatch your phone out of his hands, but he sends it flying up to the ceiling, where it stays.

"i really hate your ability."

chuuya tilts his head and smirks, tugging you by the hand into his lap. "i'm open to negotiations," he offers. he trails a still-gloved hair through your hair, warm eyes focused on your own. "so, sweetheart, what'cha got? what would you do to see me drunk?"

you ignore the sensual way chuuya grins as he says that last part and purse your lips thoughtfully. "i don't know, what do you want?"

"a glass of wine."

"really?" you say dryly. "only if you want to make this—" you tap his forehead, "—worse."

"fine, a cigarette."

"chuuya, those are bad for you. no."

"sex?"

"chuuya!"

he makes a face and tugs your hair playfully. "is that a yes?"

"no!"

chuuya sighs and leans back, head falling onto the pillow as he tugs you down with him. "what won't you say no to?" he mutters, pressing his lips to your shoulder with a soft exhale.

you roll over and face him, sticking your tongue out when you see the exasperated expression on his still-flushed face. "you're so...."

"so what?" chuuya mutters, loosing the collar of his shirt, which, you just realize, is the same shirt that he wore last night.

"chuuya, are you still wearing—"

his hand stops and he curses, squeezing his eyes shut irritably. "fuck, you're right. i am." chuuya attempts to roll out of bed, and as you expected, he falls off with a loud thud and a loud "fuck!"

"oh my god," you say, fighting against the urge to laugh as you slide off the bed and sit in front of him, cupping his face in both your hands. "chuuya, are you okay?" 

chuuya mutters a couple more choice words before letting out a long, drawn out sigh and pulling you into a spoon-like position, with you lying in between his legs with your head on his chest.

"no," he mumbles, burying his head in your hair and exhaling. "d'you know what would make me feel better?"

"what?"

chuuya's scowl turns into a smirk as his hands find their way to your shoulders, squeezing them gently. he sensually presses his lips to the top of your head and whispers, "your mouth on my di—"

"don't you have work?"

it's almost comical, the way his face drops. 

"you've got to be fuckin' kidding me," he groans, dragging a hand down his face and glaring at you. "you waited this long to tell me?"

you laugh and curl up in his arms, almost melting into him. "it's okay, i called in sick for you," you say with a grin, flicking his forehead. "i'm just messing with you, don't be mad!"

chuuya scowls and grabs your wrist before you can flick him again, a mischievous grin growing across his face. "oh, sweetheart, if y'weren't in trouble before, you really are now."

"wait, what are you—"

well, the next day, you were the one who had to call in "sick," but hey, at least you managed to convince chuuya to give you your phone back!

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[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Hi!! I don't know if you'll do it but I'll write Chuuya x fem reader where the reader pulls chuuya in for a quick kiss and chuuya just keeps going? I would like to write in a form similar to the scenarios but if you don't write you can write anything but so that there are no headcanons I would like to imagine reading this, I would like a clean fluff without nsfw<3 Go ahead and ignore it! Take care<3

Kisses -Chuuya Nakahara

Oneshot: Where reader pulls chuuya in for a quick kiss and chuuya just keeps going Genre: Fluff A/N: OML SUCH A GOOD IDEA LOVED IT!! →Masterlist

You and Chuuya were walking together returning back from a mission, the bustling city around you disappearing into the background as you two strolled side by side. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the surroundings. Chuuya was talking about the latest mission, his eyes alight with passion as he did little hand movements, trying to recreate the fight style. As he spoke, you couldn’t help but admire him. Chuuya looked so sun kissed, as you urged to hold his hands and kiss him.

You listened intently, captivated by the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about his work. His red fedora in your hands, and his scarf, artfully draped over you.

As he continued talking, you couldn't help but be distracted by how close he was walking to you. His hands occasionally brushing against yours, sending a jolt of warmth through your body. It was then that an idea sparked in your mind, a mischievous impulse that you couldn't resist.

Without warning, you held Chuuya's hand, leaned in closer, your other hand reaching up to gently cup his cheek. Chuuya's words faltered, and he blinked in surprise as your lips met his in a soft, fleeting kiss. It was a chaste peck, a mere brush of your lips against his, but it sent a shockwave through both of you.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you pulled back, a sly smile playing on your lips. Chuuya stared at you, his eyes wide, and then, to your surprise, he chuckled.

"Well, well, what's gotten into you, Y/N?" he said, his voice low and teasing. "Bored of the conversation, are you?"

You shrugged, feigning innocence. "Who, me? Just thought I'd keep the conversation interesting."

Chuuya's grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his arms, now around your waist, his lips dangerously close to yours. "Interesting, huh?" he spoke, "I can play that game too."

Before you could react, his lips crashed against yours with a hunger that took your breath away. The kiss was passionate and demanding, igniting a fire within you that you hadn't expected. Chuuya's hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, as if he couldn't get enough of your taste.

The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you lost in the heat of the moment. It was a kiss that spoke warmth yet passion, a kiss that left no room for doubt about the depth of your connection.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless and flushed. Chuuya leaned back in his seat, a smug grin on his face.

"See, Y/N," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I told you I could play that game."

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling a warmth spread through your chest, "You definitely can, Chuuya." you said before Chuuya gave a short kiss on your cheek, "You are irresistible"

"And so are you," And with that you give a peek on his lips, before running towards the entrance of the pm building, "I LOVE YOU".

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[aureatchi]

“I GET LOST INSIDE ALL THE STARS IN YOUR EYES, IT’S A GALAXY.” ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, nikolai, sigma

— how do the bsd men kiss you? (& other things.)

a/n. rev writes this knowing well she’s awkward w physical touch ‘n has never kissed a guy. hdjshsh.

info. fem!reader. fluff !! + a bit sugg. established relationships. kissing, making out. mentions of bsd s5ep11 spoilers for dazai. pinch of angst if you squint.

DAZAI loves to listen to you ramble. he loves listening to you pour out your mind’s lively ideas to him out loud, whether it’d be something super philosophical that could match even his intellect, or something insignificant like the tv show you were watching last night before you fell asleep, waiting for him to come home. he is fascinated by anything and everything you say—so much, he wants to shroud the part of your body that speaks with love.

Which, of course, applied when Dazai finally returned to you from Meursault, after what had seemed like himself or you trying to cross the infinite sea of time.

You ran towards Dazai, his face clear and unhidden from the full moon’s light. He stood there with the biggest smile on his face, waiting for you to wrap your arms around his neck and envelope his taller figure in your embrace, but oh, he shouldn’t assume and expect loving gestures so quickly.

Instead, he was met with a fist to his chest, a punch with quite some power packed into it. Not enough to actually hurt him, of course, but Dazai would react dramatically either way.

“O-Ow! Bella!? What was that for?”

He looked down at you, catching an emotion as intense as fire in your eyes as you met his concerned, honey-dipped ones back, realizing you were being serious. Your fist was still connected to his upper body, and he stole a quick glance to observe your state—good, she’s been taking care of herself; she hasn’t skipped her meals—before meeting your face once again.

You let him bathe in a few moments of anxious silence before you finally started shouting.

“You didn’t even warn me!”

“I had no idea where you were!”

“Do you know how scared I felt?!”

Dazai continued to stand in place, not backing away when you continued to throw feeble punches at his torso with every frustration you cried out, when tears started to fall from your eyes, and when you stopped boxing him to surrender into his chest but not holding your tongue just yet.

“You’re so stupid and insane for this one, Osamu. Prison?! And you couldn’t even get a telephone to…yknow? Call me? Talk to me? I hate y—”

“Shh.”

Dazai had cupped your face, and before you could speak anymore, he sealed his lips over yours. Immediately, you kissed him back, abandoning all anger toward him by his action.

His eyes were half-lidded as he admired how yours looked in the silver moonlight. Up close, you were encompassed in his signature smell of green tea and a hint of mint, tempting you to keep him close to you even more.

“I…missed you so much, ‘samu” you said in between kisses.

“I’ve missed you even more.” You were lifted off of your feet, legs wrapped around his waist, as Dazai continued to press his mouth onto yours. He meant what he said—he savored the feeling of your warmth on him and the taste of your lips once again after not having it for so long. And robbing you of the same bliss along with it.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll make everything up to you, love,” he whispered as your hands found their way to sift through his soft, brunette hair. “I’ll kiss you as many times as you wish.”

“I’m sure you will even when I don’t wish,” you replied as you both pulled away for air, chuckling. “You’re not sly—we both know you kiss me to shut me up.”

“And I don’t see a problem with it?” he asked, his usual smug smile returning to his face before he gently peppered your forehead next.

“No. No, I don’t either.”

CHUUYA loves to spoil you. the top mafia executive spoils you with gifts, jewelry, accessories, breakfast…lunch…dinner, you name it. he also loves to spoil you with affection. after long days at work, he is always relieved to come home to the one good and comforting person in the world.

“Welcome home, Chuuya!” you greeted as you heard the front door open, the ginger-haired entering the house.

“Whatever you’re making smells delicious, doll,” he responded in a delightful tone, probably the first time he spoke so pleasantly all day.

You smiled. “I just finished making dinner.”

He walked toward you in the kitchen, pulling you into a hug.

“What’s up?” you replied, giggling at embrace as you wrapped your arms around him in return.

“Just missed you, that’s all,” Chuuya replied. “ You’re heaven-sent, yknow.”

You felt touched by his words. “I missed you too, Chuu,” you replied. “And I’m glad you feel that way. You deserve the best, and that’s what I’m trying to be.”

“Doll, you are the best. And you deserve the best,” he responded.

“Like this.” He gently lifted the custom necklace clasped around you. It was his present for one of your anniversaries, brought from some foreign country.

“But you deserve even more than material things.” He moved hair out of your face as he looked into your eyes.

He then moved closer to your face until his lips brushed over yours, and you could feel the warmth of his face.

“Something like this,” he said and then kissed you.

Luxurious as he was, his cologne smelled the same, completely engulfing you in his world. Chuuya showed you just how much you deserved by trailing his hands down to your waist, soothingly adoring every part. Meanwhile, his cerulean eyes gazed into yours, recording how pretty you looked to save in his mind.

“You’re so beautiful, doll.”

He felt you smile against his lips. “And you’re so handsome.” You broke away and then took the hat off of Chuuya’s head.

“You’re like…the person who can pull off the fedora the best.” You placed the hat on your head, his scent even more prominent on that accessory.

“You say that, yet I think I have competition now. Y’look cute with it on too.” Chuuya smiled, approving you with his signature hat.

You placed a kiss on his cheek. “Let’s eat now before the food gets cold.”

RANPO was very high-maintenance. you had to buy him snacks, you had to give him hugs, you had to do anything in the best wishes of the world’s greatest detective or else…he’d whine. and once he started complaining, he would not back down until you gave in. yet, however childish he was, you found him cute and didn’t love ranpo any less for his call of your affection.

“Ranpo! What do you need?”

Your boyfriend had run into the bathroom where you were trying to do your makeup, currently putting lipstick on your face.

“ ‘m really hungry,” he said, obnoxiously staring at you apply the red shade to your lips.

“Hungry? Oh, the snacks are in the pantry. I thought you’d already seen them?”

“No! I don’t want them!”

“Huh?” You paused and immediately turned toward him in utter disbelief that he had just declined his favorite food.

“Are you okay, Ranpo?”

“No!” He was unanticipatedly so loud that you flinched, accidentally running the lipstick off your mouth.

“…You’re not looking for snacks?”

“No!”

“Then what do you want?!”

“You!”

There was an awkward silence, and you noticed Ranpo’s face had gone entirely the shade of your lip as he stood, pouting.

It was apparent he was embarrassed for what he just blurted out. You almost wanted to laugh.

“You could’ve just asked me!” you replied with a chuckle in your voice. “Come here.”

Ranpo trodded toward you, still visibly frustrated.

“What do you want?” you asked.

“Well, first of all, you didn’t kiss me before I left for work this morning!”

You sighed, amused that he was whining so much because of that. And how he would never directly admit what he wanted from you—always making you have to solve puzzles and guess riddles to figure him out.

But it was also incredibly endearing how Ranpo took all your affections toward him to heart, no matter how big or small they were.

“Awh, I’m sorry I missed that,” you replied. “I’ll make that up to you.”

You kissed Ranpo’s cheek, stamping a red signature on the spot. You moved to his other cheek, and then his forehead, and then everywhere in between until he was covered in your smooches.

“Look!” you turned Ranpo toward the mirror for him to see what art you’ve created on him.

“You’re forgetting one place,” he said, turning his face to look at all angles.

“Really? Where?” you asked. He surely didn’t need anymore—his whole face showed proof you touched him everywhere with your lips.

“Here stupid, duuuuh,” he responded, kissing you on the lips. He moved your back to the edge of the sink counter, and then lifted you up to sit on it.

“Hungry, are you?” you giggled as he teased you with his tongue. “I avoided that spot on purpose, stupid.”

“Who are you calling stupid, stupid?” He ran his thumb over the stain your lipstick messed up on. You could feel him smirk.

“You, stupid! It was your fault after all. And look at your face!”

“Sweetheart, if you’re calling me stupid, you are too. One, you’re just stupid, and two, you’re stupid for being with me!”

You pulled back, laughing. “If I must be stupid to be with you, then I guess I’m stupid.”

“There’s a solution! If you call me smart, it’ll make you smart.”

“Fine, Ranpo. You’re the smartest person I know in this world.”

NIKOLAI loves surprising you. he finds your sudden reactions nothing short of adorable. which is why he caught you off-guard so much, so that he could see the cute responses you made, duh? widened eyes, mini jumps, and yelps were a few things he oddly took delight in.

Which is why the jester loves to surprise you with a kiss whenever he greets you. Though, whenever he does, you receive no warning. And you never know whether he wants to give you a simple peck on the lips or a full-on makeout session. It was expected to always be unexpected.

You were walking down the hallway to your room with a basket of clean laundry when you suddenly heard the all-too-familiar cheery, charismatic voice.

“Dove being productive, hm?” he chirped.

You scanned the entire room with your eyes, but you couldn’t see Nikolai anywhere, even though there was nowhere to hide.

“Kolya?”

“Hehe…I think it’s time for a quiz time!! Where am I?

“Am I here?” You heard a swift movement to the right of you, but as you turned, nothing was there.

“Orrr, here?” Now, you felt something brush your left side, but once again, when you turned to look, you were greeted only by Casper.

“How about here?” His voice was suddenly quieter but closer, more intimate.

You felt his frame against your back.

“Kolya!” you jolted in reflex, dropping the laundry basket—not expecting Nikolai to appear right behind you—but then, he surprised you even more by turning your face to the side and crashing his lips into yours.

He was so tall that he could easily lean over you to kiss you from behind your back.

You made a muffled squeal, and in the next moment, Nikolai had you against the wall with your hands above your head.

He stared at you as if nothing else in the world mattered because he already knew the reaction he would get out of you. You felt so shy and vulnerable under his complete gaze, but Nikolai was also mean—he didn’t allow you to move an inch to save face.

He wanted to enjoy the full show.

“H-hey! You can at least blink…” you blurted out when he finally let your face go, though he immediately grabbed you again seconds after.

“Hm? What’d you say, dove?” he asked, kissing you again. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were so soft and tasted like candy—how could he not be greedy for more?

“You’re so cute, baby!” he exclaimed when he finally pulled back. You were panting—Nikolai showed no mercy when he wanted you to himself.

But you still smiled in return when he gently bopped you on the nose with his mouth, a stark contrast to what he just did.

“Ah, did I get carried away?” He only then noticed you out of breath. “Sorry, I just missed you so much!”

“It’s alright,” you replied, hugging him, the scent of strawberry cake lingering on his body. “Though, whatever happened to a hi; hello?”

“You’ll never get anything boring from me, dove,” Nikolai giggled. “That’s one thing I’m certain of.”

SIGMA treats you like the most precious thing in the world, a princess. you need your shoes tied? oh, he’s on the floor with the laces. you need to go somewhere? he’s driving you there. you want to visit the sky casino? he would rig all the games so that you’d win every time. sigma is sweet and polite—he would always make sure you are fine with something before going ahead with it.

“How about here? I think this is a nice spot.”

“Okay! Let’s set our stuff here then.”

You and Sigma set down everything you brought for your evening picnic on the hills. The spot he had pointed out was directly in front of the sun setting behind the mountains, its golden glow bathing the earth in the day’s final hour of light.

Once all the food was organized on the blanket, you took out a couple of ribbons from your pocket.

“Do you want me to help you?” Sigma asked as you tried to figure out where to put them in your already-styled hair without a mirror. He noticed your struggle.

“Oh! Sure,” you replied with a shy smile, and immediately after, he was behind you, taking the braids in your hair and tying the ribbons onto those.

“Thank you,” you replied when he was done, and when Sigma stepped back, he smiled in admiration.

“Of course.” He took your hand as you both sat beside each other.

“It’s so pretty here.” You turned to face the mountains, the sun halfway below the horizon. “You were right; this is the perfect spot!”

You looked back at Sigma, but it seemed like he paid no attention to the view at all. His eyes were only on you.

“…Sigma?”

“Y-you look really pretty,” he said, eyes not leaving once you made eye contact with him.

“…Can I kiss you?”

Immediately, you felt your heart melt because your lover was so innocent and lovely. You had been together for months, yet he was still asking for permission to kiss you.

“Of course, Sigma! We’re literally dating, you can kiss me whenever you want.”

“O-okay!” You giggled at his smitten reaction.

You closed your eyes and puckered your lips in a dramatic act of preparation.

It seemed you had been mistaken, though. Because, he had kissed you on the forehead.

“O-Ohh—oops, I thought you meant-”

But then, Sigma’s lips were over yours. His hand that wasn’t holding yours gently guided your face towards his. His touches were all tender, expressing how much he adored you.

You wrapped your own free hand around his neck, pulling him closer. You opened your eyes slightly to take a peek, seeing his own were fluttered closed under such pretty eyelashes, and his expression content, basking in your comfort.

It was as if you and him finally breaking away was the moon’s cue to rise. The sun had set entirely by the time you were done, shades of warm-toned colored clouds left as a trail.

“That was sneaky of you, Sigma,” you laughed, cheeks warm and your head a bit hazy from how everything in the setting was so dreamy. “You tricked me by going for my forehead first.”

“I wasn’t going to kiss you straight-up like that! It was intimidating, you just waiting!”

You laughed some more, seeing his own cheeks tint a light shade of pink. “Come on, let’s eat.”

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[osachiyo]

love, love, what do you think about a reader who has really thick thighs :0 how would the bsd men react to it >:0 I feel like Nikolai/Dazai would like to force the reader to sit on their face lol (it’s a thirst just in case!!)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ note. . . AAAAAA this ask made me so insane tysm for this nonnie. . . (mdni) not proofread sorry im a lazy fuck </3

dazai would love them, maybe so much so that its a little concerning— only a little though ! he'd lovee to lay his head on your plush thighs, whining for you to sing him to sleep— its the only way he can get some rest, y'know? he already loves your thighs so much but if you like wearing booty shorts, tights or even stockings? this man is a goner. just a heads up though, they're gonna be ripped to shreds by the time he's done with you. and no, he's not gonna buy you new ones (he's too broke ya'll)

he's definitely gonna beg you to sit on his face— at least do it once for him, won't you? oh but when you actually give in, he's so fucking happy he could basically die. he'd even say it to you— pretty brown lashes fluttering as he slurs out muffled words like— "god, bella. i could just— could just suffocate between these thighs," and if you know him, you know he's being dead serious. but you can't bring yourself to complain when he's practically making out with your pussy so fuckin' good, making you drool and sputter your words as he runs his tongue up and down your slick folds. filthy slurping noises escaping his lips while his fingers dig into the fat of your thighs— they're definitely gonna bruise later..♡

chuuya would find them adorable. he just loves to bury his face between them. not even in a dirty or suggestive way— he just found it so comforting, y'know? but also would be downright mesmerized by the way your thighs jiggle and spill out of your tights— blood rushing to his face and he can't help but sneak a couple glances at your plump thighs. shit, did they look good but he just wanted to rip them off as soon as possible.

and rip them off he did— blunt nails easily ripping the fabric of your mesh tights as he continues lapping at your soaked cunt. he only chuckled when you gasped and whined about how those were your last pair! he'd peak his head from between your spread thighs— tongue running over his swollen lips and god, did he look like a total fucking mess. his eyes were glazed over with pure lust and love for you— twinkling with delight as you moaned and clutched onto the bedframe, holding on for dear life as chuuya ate you out like a fucking animal. a sloppy grin graced his features, hand moving from your thigh to reach between your legs— pushing two gloved fingers in with ease. "relax, doll. I'll buy you all the tights you need. jus' lemme enjoy my fuckin' meal." and with that, he dived right back in..♡

fyodor found the contrast between your body and his own adorable. he was tall, lanky and slim. you, on the otherhand, were plush, soft and just....so enticing to him. he loved each and every part of your body, of course but your thighs— god, your thighs. he'd love to just bury his face between them and stay there for hours. not that he'd ever admit it, though. his pride wouldn't allow it. that doesn't mean he wouldn't show his adoration for them in a...different way, of course.

he'd lay you down gently on your shared bed, kissing every part of your body from head to those delicious thighs of yours. and after he's finally done— he'd press them together before sliding his cock in between. what? why're you looking at him with those pitiful eyes of yours? what better way to showcase his love for your plush thighs than to fuck them, no? he'd shudder at the way the flushed head of his pretty cock would catch against your clit with every drag of his hips. he'd only laugh cruelly at your whining and begging for him to just put it in! oh well, he's not stopping anytime soon until he gets to cum all over your pussy and those pretty thighs of yours so..goodluck..♡

nikolai would just.. keep his hands on you all the damn time. i mean, how could he not? when you're practically asking him for it! that's why you decided to wear those tight stockings, didn't you? to show off your mouth-watering thighs to the world? he just couldn't keep his eyes off them the entire fucking day. the way the fabric clung and dug into the meat of your thighs and fuck. how could he not get rock hard?

and that's how you ended up seated on his pretty fuckin' face. eager tongue exploring your insides as guttural groans and growls left his parted lips. he was soaked— head getting squeezed by your thighs and he could almost cum from the feeling. his hands were also busy— occasionally slapping and pinching the soft fat on your thighs and snickering at your high pitched squeals. he'd also lift you a little by grabbing the back of your thighs just to look at you with those drunk-dazed eyes. and fuck, he was practically pussy drunk. he wasn't at fault though! it's all your fault for having such nice fucking thighs..♡

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[mncxbe]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 who just loves treating his girl right.

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 whose hands move all over your body, along your hips and back, letting his fingers caress your skin slowly as you ride him– lazily bucking his hips up to meet you halfway

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 who only has the sweetest words for you "that's it baby see how good you're taking me?" he'd purr, pressing his hand on your lower belly "see how deep i am inside ya? yea, all the way in doll ah fuck– y'er squeezing me so tight"

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 who circles your clit with his thumb– applying just the right amount of pressure to get your walls to flutter and fuck he loves how warm and snug your walls feel around him, almost milking him dry

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 who calls you his pretty baby when you cum, your body writhing on top of him, panting and whining as he keeps sliding his cock in and out of your pretty little cunt– his cum spurts inside you soon after, filling you up oh so nicely. but no, he doesn't stop now. he just can't not when you squeeze him so nicely

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 just keeps fucking himself into you nice n' slow how you like it, making sure his precious cum doesn't go to waste

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 who gently pushes you back to get a better look at the white, creamy ring that's formed at the base of his cock— who moans so prettily when he realizes just how much cum he gave you. and you can be sure he's got some more for you, his sweet girl

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 who doesn't stop until he coaxes at least two more orgasms out of you, who keeps himself sheathed inside you as you lay your head on his chest and sleepily mumble a "Love you Chuu"

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 who falls asleep with his fingers tangled in your hair, gently tugging at your roots; with his other hand loosely wrapped around your waist. to keep you close. and cherish you. an unspoken reminder of how precious you are to him.

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[blake-elladonna]

Hello, could you still take a request? So, I am just wondering about Chuuya s/o, who is scared of medical instruments such as needles, stethoscopes, IV drips, and others. However, they need to go through that but refuse it over and over again. Still, Chuuya won't let them reject it due to their health. He was angry at first, but then he tried to comfort them so they could be e healthy again...

@Anonymous

Hello, Anonymous! 🤍 Thank you for submitting this request! Don’t hesitate to send any others in the future! 🤍 I hope you enjoy!

Best medicine

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓𝟎𝟓

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟐 𝐦𝐢𝐧. 𝟐𝟕 𝐬𝐞𝐜.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: When you — a person with Iatrophobia; the fear of doctors and medical tests — are rushed to the hospital, Chuuya — your significant other — rushes to see you. As your partner, Chuuya usually supports you in all of your decisions; but when you refuse necessary medical treatment due to your phobia, Chuuya loses his cool.

Chuuya’s heart throbbed inside of his ears as he scanned every room he walked past, cursing himself. He just asked the receptionist where you were, yet he already forgot. Then your voice emitted from one of the rooms;

Room 160.

“I’m not going to do it.” You were barely holding back your elevated breathing. The doctors in front of you tilted their heads in disbelief. “—But you do understand, if you are refusing treatment—”

“They aren’t rejecting anything.” His voice must have startled you. You peeked out from behind their lab coats; your eyes drilling a hole through his chest. “I’m sorry, Sir? Are you related to the patient?” They asked.

“I’m their boyfriend. My name is Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara.” The doctor raised their hand for a handshake but when Chuuya stuffed his hands awkwardly into his pockets, the doctor cleared their throat and lowered their palm back down. “Well, Mr.Nakahara, I think you know what’s going on. Your partner is refusing recommended treatment. I’m sure the receptionist filled you in.”

“I don’t need treatment. I’m fine.” You repeated. Chuuya tried to hold back his eyes from rolling. “Can you give us a second? Please.”

“Of course. But if they are refusing treatment—” “—They aren’t.” The doctor continued. “If they are, they will be discharged. Understand?”

“Yeah, right.” Chuuya’s response wasn’t what the doctor wanted to hear but they continued on, closing the door behind the nurse that followed them out. And once the door clicked, Chuuya let out the words he held back. “What the hell are you doing?”

You crossed your arms, turning your head away from him. “What the hell am I doing?” You asked. “What are they doing, Chuuya? You know exactly how I feel about these people.”

“These people are trying to help you. I’m trying to help you.” When he walked over to you, you turned yourself further away. “Why do you have to be so difficult?”

“Why do I have to be so difficult?” Chuuya stiffened at your wavered voice. Your arms hugged yourself tighter. “Hey, I didn’t—” “—You didn’t mean it, right.”

Chuuya swallowed the lump developing in his throat. He fought himself to sit next to you on the white hospital bed then slivered his hand to rest on your thigh. “I didn’t mean it.” He repeated. “I’m sorry but please. Let them do this.”

“Do what, Chuuya? Let them experiment on me like a lab rat? Like those frogs in chemistry class? Let them use scalpels and needles to poke at me?”

“Let them do one thing.” Chuuya’s fingers squeezed your upper leg and you looked over. Tears were soaking your face but this time your eyes held hurt. A hurt he wished he could fix. “Let them, help you.”

When you failed to say anything, Chuuya removed his hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. His hand resting on the furthest one as he pressed his lips against your neck. “It’s going to be okay.” He mumbled. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

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