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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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They're Jealous

Osamu Dazai X Fem!Reader Chuya Nakahara X Fem!Reader Atsushi Nakajima X Fem!Reader Ryunosuke Akutagawa X Fem!Reader

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Request: I think i want to request this request for a long time now, so i want to request headcanon Dazai, Chuya, Atsushi and our local emo boy Akutagawa (separate) react when they jealous and they're s/o was oblivious fool who don't aware what happen. Thank you from write my request.

Warning: Pushing dudes

Osamu Dazai

🩹 Dazai was secretly possessive, in a way that everyone except you could see. He very rarely let you go anywhere on your own. 🩹 I’m pretty sure that he slipped a tracker and listening device in your jacket so that he knew where you were at all times and could hear if you were ever in trouble. 🩹 His version of trouble and yours were very different so expect him to show up at the most inopportune times. You were often left cleaning up after him when he ruins something or causes trouble, 🩹 Your inability to realise when someone was flirting with you was the real problem here because when it came down to it that was the problem.

You don’t even know when he got there, you had been trying to find something for lunch when a guy walked over to you “Are you looking for somewhere to eat?” He asked. “Oh yeah, I’m trying to decide what to have for lunch.” You answered with a soft smile. “I know a good place to eat if you're looking to try something new. I can take you there.” He suggested. “Oh that kind-” “She really doesn’t need your help.” Dazai’s voice sounded behind you and you looked at him and frowned looking behind you. “He was just going to show me somewhere to get lunch Dazai.” You mumbled. “He wants more than lunch.” Dazai muttered. “Woah.” The guy lifted his hands as he looked at you. “Is this guy your brother or something?” “He’s actually my boyfriend, do you mind if he comes along?” You asked. “Oh uhh, you know I’ll just give you directions.” He said as Dazai smirked behind you, if anyone knew him before the ADA they would have thought that he had rejoined the mafia with the look he was giving this man. The rushed instructions that he gave you were quickly forgotten as Dazai draped himself over you. “Are you really going to go to that place he told you about!” Dazai whined. “Would it make you feel better if I say no?” You asked. “Yes.” He answered. “Fine then I won’t go. I don’t understand why it means so much to you but there you go.” You shrugged as you pulled him towards a cafe to get something to eat. Dazai watched you walk and smiled while your obliviousness bothered him. He never wanted you to change, he wanted to keep you this way until the end of your days.

Chuya Nakahara

🍷 Chuya’s always been volatile, anyone could have told you that but he became more so when he started dating you, male members were genuinely afraid of talking to you and other executives had taken to just sending a female operative to speak to you instead. 🍷 Trust literally no one because he worries that you’ll realise that they are better than him (Dazai never helped with that considering his teasing or Chuya’s physical attributes and personality.) 🍷 Chuya was always there in some capacity, so it was rare that anyone flirted with you but it happened sometimes. 🍷 This guy must have had a death wish because he could see Chuya, he could feel Chuya glaring at him.

You were out looking for a new pair of gloves, you had managed to completely ruin your old ones on your most recent mission “what do you think, fingers or no fingers?” You asked as you held up one hand with the leather fingerless gloves and the other with a normal set of gloves. Chuya looked at you. “Does that matter?” He asked. “Come on answer!” You whined and he rolled his eyes. “I think the fingerless ones look great on you.” A guy called over, you looked over at him and he smiled. “Really?” You asked, holding your hand in front of you. “Mmm.” He hummed “I can show you some other stuff that goes well with them.” “Like hell you can.” Chuya grumbled as he reached out, grabbing your hand and stopping you from walking towards the man. “What’s wrong?” You asked. “What do you mena what’s wrong?” Chuya asked. “He’s flirting with you.” “Are you flirting with me?” You asked. “Do you want me to be?” The guy asked and you looked at him tilting your head to the side. “He’s my boyfriend.” You mumbled pointing at Chuya who was glaring at the man before you even realised what happened. Chuya delivered a hard punch to the guy's face, he recoiled and disappeared holding his bleeding nose. “You didn’t need to do that.” “I did.” He argued “get the other gloves.” “Why?” You asked. “They match mine.” He answered, you couldn’t see his face but you were sure that he was blushing, you discarded the fingerless glove and picked up the other glove to make a pair before heading over to the cash register to pay, while Chuya followed after like a guard Chihuahua until you left.

Atsushi Nakajima

🐅 Atsushi honestly doesn’t believe that he deserves you, so when people start flirting two things happen, he gets worried and then he gets angry. 🐅 He never outwardly tries to stop anything from happening, he wants to trust that you are going to come back to him and you always do. 🐅 He does keep an eye on you though in case someone gets too handsy or too pushy. 🐅 As he became more in tune with the tiger inside of him it became harder to ignore someone trying to take you away from him.

You were questioning the witnesses for the most recent case that you were on, you had both split up to try and cover as many people as you could, you started talking to a guy, Atsushi had hoped that he would get to him first he didn’t like the look of him and the feeling only increased as he watched him interact with you, he leaned too close, talked with a slimy smirk on his face and touched your arm constantly. Before he knew what he was doing he walked over. “Is everything okay?” Atsushi asked and you looked back at him and smiled. “Yeah everything is fine.” You nodded. “Have you gotten anything?” He asked. “No one knows anything so far, but uh this guy was about to tell me something he said that he wanted something in return.” You explained. “What do you want?” Atsushi asked. “Just a date?” He answered, you both looked at him, Atsushi wasn’t surprised given the obvious flirting but you seemed blind sided. “Um-” “Come on, I’m sure that I can show you a good time.” He smirked as he leaned forward, and Atsushi pushed him back slightly. “What the hell is your problem?” The guy asked. “Back off.” Atsushi ordered. “Let her answer. You can answer for yourself right sweetheart?” “He’s my boyfriend.” You answered, the man in front of you frowned. “If you didn’t want to go on a date with me, you don’t need to lie to me.” He stormed away, you stepped forward but Atsushi stopped you. “Don’t worry he doesn’t need to believe it.” He said, guiding you away from the guy and back to work.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

🧥 Akutagawa was arrogant about a lot of things but when it came to relationships he made sure that it was clear what was going on. 🧥 He’s a dangerous individual that flies off the handle at the smallest thing but that’s the only indication that he cares about whatever is happening, he’s bad at expressing how much he cares for you which often leads people to think that you're just friends or even siblings when you are out together. 🧥 Akutagawa had gotten used to getting rid of all his problems by erasing their existence but that was difficult to do in the middle of a cafe that you had decided to get a drink at. 🧥 So instead he gritted his teeth and waited for you to correct what was happening but he quickly realised that you didn’t even realise what it was that was happening.

You were talking to the waiter but you didn’t seem to realise the obvious flirting, Akutagawa’s leg was bouncing under the table and glared at the menu in front of him “‘Gawa have you decided what you want?” You asked, he cleared his throat and quickly gave his order before going back to glaring at the table. “Is something wrong?” “There should be.” He answered, you looked at him and frowned. “What do you mean?” You asked, tipping your head to the side and he rolled his eyes. “He’s flirting with you.” Akutagawa answered. “He is?” You asked. “Yes he is.” Akutagawa said as you leaned forward. “Are you jealous?” You asked. “…You can’t tell when someone is flirting with you but you know the concept of jealousy… Of course.” Akutagawa rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, you moved from your seat across from him and sat next to him instead. “You wouldn’t have to be jealous if you’d just sit next to me or hold my hand sometimes.” You shrugged and he narrowed his eyes but before he could say anything the waiter came back over he put your drinks on the table, you both noticed the small piece of paper under your cup. “Take that back.” Akutagawa ordered, referring to the paper as you lifted the cup. “What are you talking about?” He asked. “This.” You answered, passing him back the paper which you were both sure had his number on it. “He’s my boyfriend.” The waiter walked away without saying anything else and Akutagawa seemed to relax after that gently playing with the fingers of the hand that was closest to him as you talked about something he was only vaguely listening to.

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cheriiyaya · 4 months

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 uh oh, what do the BSD boys do when they're a little too jealous of the attention you're getting?

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Contents: Fyodor, dazai, and chuuya x Fem!reader (separately), sfw but suggestive (except in fedya's bc he's a "good christian"),they all wanna kill the guy "flirting" w you (fyodor actually kills him lmfao), uh not proofread so excuse any spelling errors, kinda a test run for me writing for fyodor, reader knows Russian in fedya's part, fyodor being kiiinda manipulative, religious themes in fedyas

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 A/N: was this an excuse for me to write them a lil possessive?...yeah it was. anyways this is my first time writing something suggestive so i hope it's good (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Dazai Osamu

Dazai is indeed, a rather selfish man. While he's not so selfish as to be extremely possessive of you, he does get jealous. Most of the time it's petty; small pouts and whines that are easily remedied when you pepper kisses onto his face and spoil him with your attention that he loves so much.

this was not one of those times. Right now, he can't believe what he's seeing:

A client of the detective agency, flirting with you.

Dazai watches in cold silence as the man laughs at something you said The man leans over a little too close for dazai's liking and whispered something in your ear, causing you to clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh.

If he was his teen self, dazai would've stuck bullet after bullet in the man's head.

He clenches his jaw and narrows his eyes in your direction, trying to pull you attention away from that man and towards him with some unknown pull. But you were too engrossed in conversation to notice, fluttering pretty lashes with every blink of your eyes and tilting your head in that endearing way as the man was telling you something..

There was a sensible part in dazai's mind that told him that you weren't reciprocating the man's advances, saying that it wasn't that big of a deal, but he couldn't ignore the curl and twist in is stomach and heart watching you and this man.

Then after a minute or two he just couldn't take it.

He gets up from his desk abruptly, ignoring the few pens and papers that fell off his desk as he strides behind you. He plants his chin on the crown of your head, cocking a lopsided smile that read more like a hidden threat towards the man.

"Bella'! Ah, socializing I see, aren't we?" He runs his bandaged hands down your arms, squeezing the squishy flesh on your upper forearm. His eyes were trained on the client, who was now blinking, looking at you then at dazai for a few time before realizing his error. The man scrambles up, chuckling awkwardly before walking away, and from the look on his blood-drained face you can tell he'll probably ask another one of the detectives in the agency to help with his case.

Once the man leaves you look up at dazai, a crease forming in between your furrowed eyebrows." Osam-" You were cut off by a sharp kiss, dazai hooking a finger under your chin and drawing you closer to him. Letting out a muffled cry of surprise, you try to pull away, which succeeded doing absolutely nothing. With a breathy shudder dazai digs his nails into your shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest and teeth nipping your bottom lip which elicits a soft whine from the back of your throat. He presses his lips onto yours roughly, sucking away the breath in your lungs and only pulling away when he's red in the cheeks and breathless. He pulls away slowly and you draw in a shaky breath through swelling and parted lips, the world around you spinning and your limbs trembling furiously. He runs a thumb over your bottom lip, rubbing it and pressing down onto its soft plush. Dazai draws you close and whispers against your ear, breath brushing against your neck and causing your hair to stand up on end as he speaks;

"My, my bella', seems like you've forgot who's girl you are, hm? Don't worry, I'll make you remember soon enough, juuust wait."

Nakahara Chuuya

Oh god he was so going to kill mori after this.

The two of you were sent on a mission to collect information from a man, which landed the you two in an expensive bar in the heart of Yokohama.

He's repeating the same few words over and over again in his head like a mantra: "it's only a mission, it's only a mission" as he watches you sit flush besides the target, a young man in his late twenties.

But he felt seething envy curl up like flames in his stomach and sear his thrumming heart.

"No, it's just the alcohol." He mumbles, taking a sip of the expensive wine he had ordered, his thoughts drowning out the noisy chatter of people and music and the bright lights of the bar to an incessant buzz. He wasn't...envious or anything. That's quite stupid you don't even like that man! Yet he just can't help but look at the two of you, the way your pretty lips curled into that sweet smile chuuya loves so much as you placed a hand on the man's arm and giggled bashfully at whatever joke the man had told you.

Probably wasn't even that funny. Chuuya bites down on his tongue, resisting the urge to pull you away from that man as he took a sip of the wine that burned down his throat and settled a warmth in the pit of his stomach.

That warmth that brought drowsiness did not help the flare of envy chuuya felt as the man tugs you onto his lap. The man had one hand just under your ribcage and one in between your shoulder blades, tugging you close to him and whispering against your ear.

Bad idea. A very bad idea indeed.

In a flash chuuya weaved his way through the crowd of patrons-or rather shoved his way through with no regards to anyone-over beside you and glared at the man, eyes piercing holes into the man as he pulled you off his lap.

"Don't ya think you're a little to drunk doll?" He chuckles, but he did a terrible job at hiding the bitterness in his voice. This was so stupid, it would jeopardize the whole mission but chuuya didn't care;

Right now, the only thing on his mind was you and jealousy.

You look up at him, blinking and opening your mouth to protest against your alleged intoxicated state when chuuya pulled your through the crowd of people by the arm and out into the cool night street. Once out, you looked at chuuya with wide eyes and mouth agape from shock.

"Chuuya! What are you doing, you could've ruined the mission!" You scoff, blinking a few times before realizing something from his silence and the stare he's giving you.

"You're jealo-" Your chuckle of disbelief was cut off by his lips meeting yours, chuuya pulling closer to him. He mumbles in between kisses, ranging from short and sweet to hungry and harsh. A gloved thumb dragged from the corner of your mouth to your cheekbone as chuuya pulls away from your lips to leave desperate kisses over your face and jaw. Somehow in the midst your fingers found their place tangled in messy ginger strands and you only realized this fact once he pulls away, leaving you breathless with redden cheeks.

"Ha, can't believe some guy would try to take this sight from me, huh pretty girl? Better keep you by me all times now, can't let some guy think he has a chance with my sweet girl."

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor is no jealous man. Envy was one of the seven cardinal sins, and Fyodor was a man of God. Besides, what is there to be jealous of for a man like him?

Until, he feels an unfamiliar feeling stir inside him as he sees you with another man as you waited for Fyodor.

The way your face lights up in that way when you flash a mirthful smile to that man as the two of you chat about some mundane things. The way delicate fingers tuck stray strands of hair from your face and hold them there as you talk to this stranger causes fyodor to feel something that he hadn't felt in a while (or perhaps just blocked out).

You hadn't realized fyodor coming up behind you until you felt him tap you your shoulder.

"Ah, who is this, milaya?" He smiles in that unnerving way, not the soft smile he'd give you after you beg him to take so rest from his work. This smile read more as a threat.

To you or to the man you were speaking to, you couldn't tell.

Fyodor tugs you to his side, quickly telling the man you were waiting for him before he pulls you along with him.

"Who was that? What were you telling him myshka?" He spoke in Russian, the sharp pronunciation vibrating off the walls of your ears.

"mh, just a man, Fedya. Why?" You tilt your head, furrowing your eyebrows. He sighs and smooths his thumb over the crease, offering a smile to ease your troubled expression

"Ah, just worried. Don't talk to strangers, who knows what kind of intentions they may have." Intentions such as distancing you from him. He brings your hand up to his mouth,, gently kissing your knuckles and rubbing soothing circles onto your palm.

No matter, there would be no way anyone would take you away from him. You were his little doll.

The next day, Fyodor offers to stay inside all day saying that he wished to spend time with you.

How naive for you to believe that, instead he kept you in to keep you unaware of the news of the man dead on the banks of a river.

Wrath, another cardinal sin yet there was no sin great enough that Fyodor wouldn't commit to keep you.

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kentopedia · 7 months

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♰ sweet serial killer — nakahara chuuya

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🕸️🕷.𖥔 ݁ ˖ KINKTOBER NO. 4 - serial killer!chuuya

chuuya's always in such a rush to get home to you, so he can't really be blamed if he misses a few drops of blood on his clothes.

contents. fem!reader, nsfw minors dni, murder, blowjob, obsession, soft chuuya, one use of slut, pet names, slight corruption kink — 2.3k

the bloodstains had never gone unnoticed by you, despite what chuuya had thought.

the deep smear of maroon was the first thing that caught your eye each time he came home, smeared on his white collars, on the sleeves of his crisp button-ups.

naively, or perhaps out of sheer desperation, you forced yourself to believe that they were merely from cuts on his hand, ones that he’d missed, wiping them only on his shirt on accident. chuuya, from time to time, could be accident prone. he’d hit his hip on the countertops, stub his toe and curse profusely after, constantly too rough on his body. it wouldn’t have been unusual if one of those silly errors had led to a more serious injury.

truly, there were a plethora of things that could have explained why drops of blood so frequently coated his clothing—just none that made sense to you.

the more you tried to rationalize it with yourself, the more outlandish your theories became. you couldn’t justify the blood running down the back of his shirt, not when you’d scrubbed his skin raw in the shower and found no cut. you couldn’t explain the dirt on his pants, the way that he’d spend half an hour in the bathroom every time he returned, turning the white porcelain of the shower a watery red.

chuuya snuck out late often, came back even later. every time he thought you were asleep, you’d pop one eye open, notice that the door was cracked, and watch as he scrubbed his clothes clean in the sink.

after, he’d slink into bed with you, curl around you with a heavy sigh, and kiss you deeply before passing out, as if nothing had changed at all.

for a while, you’d wondered if he was cheating on you—but it seemed so unlike chuuya, and there was no other evidence to point in that direction.

you had another theory, of course, but it seemed crazy—the musings of an overactive imagination. it was unfair to chuuya, too, who was the most loving person you’d ever met. maybe he stayed out late, disappeared to places you didn’t know about… but he was charming, caring, and he loved you, didn’t he?

but after nearly two months of enduring the routine, you decided not to let him off the hook any longer. if chuuya couldn’t be honest with you after a year of dating, moving in with one another, you weren’t sure he ever would be.

something about bringing it up to him, starting the conversation, was too frightening, and instead, you followed him one evening, when he snuck off on his bike, disappearing after midnight.

he stopped first at a bar, coming out only thirty minutes later with a pretty woman on his arm, smiling roguishly as he gestured towards his motorcycle. for a moment, you had almost thrown up in your car, tears hot in your eyes as you wondered if, maybe, your suspicions were right. maybe he was cheating on you, even when you’d believed chuuya to be utterly devoted to you.

maybe it had all just been a lie, an act he excelled at.

still, you held your shaky hands around the wheel, determined not to get ahead of yourself. there wasn’t proof—yet—of that insurrection. you wouldn’t judge him until you knew for certain.

if he had any idea that you were following him, he gave no indication of it.

chuuya took her to an abandoned dock, one that was crumbling with old ships and empty slots, the dark waves crashing against the shore under navy october skies. it was eerie, hauntingly so, the sign decrepit and wasting away, the perfect place to commit a murder and get away with it.

he snuck in past the locked gate easily in his motorcycle, but you were forced to park beyond it and trudge ahead on foot. you only hoped that your car wouldn’t get broken into—and that you wouldn’t be killed in the meantime.

in the midst of your search for chuuya, you heard a scream—it rang out through the port, loudly, echoing in the hollowness of the empty air. there was no one around but you, no one to save whatever soul had met their demise.

against the logic of every horror film you’d ever watched, you followed the noise, running towards it with heavy breaths in the cold air. the wind snuck down your throat, burning your lungs.

you found him at the edge of the dock.

the screaming stopped, cut off abruptly as chuuya landed another rough hit of his knife, blood spewing over his blade, into his face, down his neck. he brought the silver weapon down over and over again, sticking it into the woman’s side, her chest, the sound as steely as it was in the movies.

for a moment, you froze, unsure what do as you stared at your boyfriend, the one who smiled at you so sweetly. it was hard to reconcile him to this monster.

chuuya stood, straightened, and though your body was screaming at you to run, you could do nothing but stand and stare, breaths heavy at the sight of his familiar frame. if you ran, he’d only catch up to you. but if you didn’t…

“did you follow me?” chuuya turned, then, revealing only his side profile, so dark and glossy with red.

you hands shook at your sides. “i—” the sound was so weak that you couldn’t finish your sentence. “chuuya, i’m sorry,” you said in a panic, wondering if you dropped to your knees, begged him that you wouldn’t tell, then maybe he’d let you live.

he sighed and wiped his face, though the blood smeared worse in the process. it streaked over his chin, his jaw, as it dripped from the blade in his gloved hand. “‘it’s okay, doll. ‘m not gonna hurt you.” chuuya took a step forward, and though you couldn’t help it, you stepped back, shaking with fear. he stopped then, eyes softening at your fragility. “i promise.”

“chuuya,” you said again, helplessly. “what’s going on?”

he let the knife clatter onto the dock, his hands held high in surrender. with a sigh, his shoulders deflated. “you weren’t supposed to see me like this, baby.”

“you killed someone,” you choked out, tears streaming down your cheeks.

he looked out towards the ocean, his tongue running over his teeth before his jaw clenched, tightly. “it’s just a little something i gotta take care of, okay? i’d never hurt you. i love you, remember?”

that seemed like the kind of stupid thing that only took place in books; a serial killer truly loving the woman that he kissed at night. but chuuya…

well, it seemed hard to believe that everything about him had been a lie.

“you’re scaring me,” you said, wiping your face. “i don’t—”

he was upon you in two strides, stripping the gloves that held someone else’s blood, seeping into the fabric. his cold hands cupped your face, and there he was: the man you adored, delicate fingers tracing your jaw, eyes full of adoration for you, and not an ounce of malice. “i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry,” he said, kissing your cheeks, your nose, pressing affection into every pore. “i wish i didn’t have to, but,” he kissed you hard, wrapping you up in his arms. “it’s just an itch i can’t stop scratching.”

you knew enough about serial killers to understand what he meant. “she was an innocent person,” you argued, though you were melting into chuuya’s arms, forgetting your fear, despite your sprinting heart.

“no, no,” chuuya countered, his hands lacing through your hair. “i worked with her. she’s been after me for weeks. slipping things into my drinks when she thinks i’m not looking.” he smiled, but something about it was dark, evil. “just like that man who followed you home three weeks ago. just like your ex-boyfriend who made you cry every day. or the man who tried to mug your best friend. they’re people who hurt others. they’re not innocent, are they?”

chuuya seemed genuinely curious, his head cocking to the side, and his fingers stilled, his lips red not from blood, but from his force of his kisses.

you let a shaky breath leave your lips. “you did all that?”

when he put it that way—was it such a bad thing? you had been relieved when your horrid ex-boyfriend had been found dead on the streets. perhaps the men who found it fun to prey on unsuspecting women deserved a gruesome death just like him.

maybe even the woman who had her sights set on your boyfriend shouldn’t get off any easier.

“if i must live with this sin,” chuuya said, a response to your silence, his eyebrows pulled together tightly, “it only makes sense i should do something good with it.”

“by killing the people that hurt me?”

“well,” he smiled softly, “what other purpose do i have to live for?”

the weight of chuuya’s devotion washed over you, and you remembered your previous thought, of needing to drop to your knees and beg chuuya for your life. now, though, he was staring at you so lovingly that you fell to your knees in a different way, brushing your hair out of your face.

chuuya watched as your fingers ran over the bulge in his pants delicately, a thirst starting in your stomach. you loved him. and if you ever doubted that fact, now you were certain.

“what are you doing, doll?” chuuya asked, breathlessly, watching as you undid his belt, slid the silver zipper down his tight black pants. “you just found out your boyfriend’s a serial killer, and you’re gonna suck him off… are you that much of a slut?”

you’re not sure why the mean name spurred you on further, sent need coursing through you as your mouth watered for chuuya.

“my boyfriend killed someone who was trying to take him from me,” you smiled sweetly, licking your lips. “who else can say the same?’

chuuya sucked in a breath as you freed him from the confines of his tightened pants, stroking your manicured hand down the length of him, the touch barely there. then, you wrapped your hand around him, your fingers tightening as you watched the flush start from his neck, the red that couldn’t hide, even beneath the smears of blood.

“you wanna watch next time?” he teased, wispy strands of hair falling over his eyes. “if a man ever bothers you, just tell me, sweetheart. i’ll kill him with you right by my side.”

you were ashamed by how much that turned you on, the pool of desire sinking in your stomach. already, you ached to get your lips on chuuya, and you stroked him eagerly, listening as his gasps grew faster.

quicker than anticipated, chuuya was hard, the tip sticky as sweat gathered at his hairline. his lips parted so beautifully when he stared down at you with darkened grey eyes.

“maybe i’ll kill them myself,” you said back in a sultry voice, knowing perfectly well that your fingers would tremble around the blade, that you couldn’t kill a man even if you wanted to. still, you liked pretending to be chuuya’s beautiful siren as your thumb grazed over his slit, just feet away from the woman he killed. “think i’d look pretty with blood on my face, chuuya?”

chuuya groaned as your hand sped faster, shiny and sticky as he leaked down your palm. “oh, you’re pretty all the time, but god, knowing you’re just as fucked up as me would drive me wild.”

you smiled, chuuya’s cock stiff in your hand as you pulled away, licked the wetness from your palm. blinking up at him from under your lashes, chuuya’s gaze grew dark, his patience waning.

“taste good, chuuya,” you grinned, wiping your hands off on your thighs as you finally positioned your lips over his tip, kissing him lightly.

he hissed, but kept his hips still. “yeah? want me to cum in your mouth? fuck,” he said as you sank your hot lips over him, your tongue running along the side of his aching cock. a heavy hand landed on your head, and chuuya stroked your hair lovingly, his breathing heavy as you hollowed your cheeks. “such a messy girl, all for me. so hungry for my cock, aren’t you?”

you made a soft sound, your mouth too full of him to speak.

“y-yeah,” chuuya stuttered, his chest heaving as your fingers reached up to stroke him gently, massage his balls as spit made a mess all over your face. “fuck. fuck, you’re so perfect. i can’t let anyone else have you. gonna kill anyone who even looks at you.” chuuya groaned, his other hand coming around to cup your cheek, thumb stroking you in adoration. “i bet you’d like that. you’re so desperate for attention, and you’ve got all of mine.”

his words came out more raspy, then, voice lingering on the edge of a sigh. you ran your tongue along the vein, swallowing around him once more. from the deepened sound of chuuya’s voice, you knew he was close, and his fingers curled in your hair, roughly, squeezing at your scalp.

he choked out his words, chest rising quickly. “just like that, sweetheart, such a good girl. you’re gonna make me cum.” his voice strained as his hand guided you, gently, along his aching cock.

there was little warning when he shot thick ropes of cum into your mouth, yanking on your hair tightly as you swallowed as much as you could. it leaked onto your lips, down your chin, and you glanced up at chuuya with lust-blown eyes, smiling with flushed cheeks.

“i love you, chuuya,” you said, your hands resting on your lap as he gazed down at you, cock twitching once more at the sight of you so ruined.

“shit. i love you too, doll,” he said, pulling you to your feet, cradling you against his chest. “i’m never going to let anyone hurt you again. i’ll keep you safe, okay?”

you smiled, nodded at the sight of his flushed cheeks, but already, he was tugging at your waistband, sticking cold fingers down your pants.

“chuuya,” you gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady. “what are you doing?”

he smirked, eyes dark as he rubbed a finger through your wet folds. “didn’t think i’d let you go without taking care of you first, did you?” chuuya asked, watching the breaths come out of you quicker. “besides,” he nodded over his shoulder towards the lifeless, bloodstained body, eyes wide and white in fear as she stared. “we can’t leave without giving her a show.”

tags: @hannzai @cha0thicpisces @kissesmellow21 @sukiischaotic @hinata7346 @annoyingpainterprincess

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sorry guys i kinda rushed through this one a bit bc i wanted to get back to writing about my scrumdiddlyumptious pookie bear :/ (dazai)

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rusmii · 7 months

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-DEEP-

excerpt from the hcs

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – NOTE♡: here's a fic for the hcs from the post 'deep' except I go into more detail. forgot to include the tit milking but it's alr

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – paring: incubus!chuuya x fem!reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – tw//: NSFW, dom chuuya, service top chuuya, cunnilingous/oral (f. receiving), praising/degrading, big d chu!!, drunk sex (reader is drunk but consents), overstim, mean chuuya but he takes care of reader, spanking/slapping(on the ass), mentions of punishments/rewards, hair pulling, condom breaking, morning pills, marathon sex, pet names, cervix touching(rubbing?), womb fucking, breeding kink, mentions of ownership(of tha pussay)

"Hold still."

chuuya warns as he holds down your thighs, " 'm not gonna say it again..-" the words slur on his tongue as his lips ghost against your exposed self. you moaned as he dips his tongue between your folds, "chuu- hgnnnghh!!~", white clouds your vision as your hips tremble, your back arching off the bed. you hear the man below you make a noise of annoyance before feeling his tongue inside you once more. "chuuya!~♡" you pant out, "not yet darlin'," he mutters and squeezes your thigh a bit. tears prickled the corners of your eyes, your chest heaving heavily as you roll your eyes back from the overstimulation. it was too much; too much but you loved it. your eyes squint shut, squealing while cumming for who knows how many times. your thighs threatening to snap shut and encage chuuya's head; scratch that, you did just that.

chuuya let out a little hmph as your thighs clamped together, not that he was mad, he was enjoying himself throughly. just as he was about to scold you, call you a bad girl for disobeying his order; you suddenly let out a loud and strained moan. your juices unexpectedly spewing right onto face. your whole body went stiff, arching off the bed, thighs;hips;your whole body rocked and swayed. "atta girl." he gently pats your thigh, rubbing soothing circles against it. "I got you; I got you, I knew you could it; that's my good girl, so good, f'me." his soft whispers of praise left your mind feeling numb, you whined as you settled down from your orgasm. the post orgasm hit hard, you didn't realize how long you were holding your breath for; chuuya did take your breath away after all. you pant trying to regain oxygen again, feeling him shift a little, you let out a surprised gasped- feeling something foreign inside you.

"chu-chuuya-!"

"shh; shh, let me take care of you." he interrupts you, his fingers now working their magic. "gh-ah..~" you moaned out, now feeling yourself being stretched out. "ho-how many?" you manged through your hiccups, and chuuya looks up with a devilish grin, "give me five more." your eyes widened like saucers, no way he was making you cum this much after going into town on you like a madman. "no!" you say, trying to get out of his grasp; from the overstimulation. "yes; yes you can love, you can do it," you hear him quip from beneath you. just as you were about to protest even more, chuuya thumbs your clit in gentle circles all the while pumping his fingers in and out of you; courtesy of a fourth finger already added unbeknownst to you. you shook, crying from the overwhelming amount of pleasure and pain coursing your body. "!!!♡~" without even a peep coming out, your mouth gaped open; which looked pretty lewd to chuuya, eyes in a hex; you couldn't even process what he said next properly. "so good for me- damn." he hissed out the last part, feeling his already tight slacks straining even more. he sighs, palming himself through his jeans, his voice just loud enough for it to be audible, "you're so good for me, aren't ya' pretty?" you could only whine as a response, and he lets out a small laugh, "c'mon dolly, few more- kay?"

"no moreee!!" you cried out, your entire body thrashed, clear juices squirting onto the man's face. riding out your orgasm, you felt yourself being readjusting by him; now feeling himself in between your thighs;ass pressed against his crotch, he furrows his brows in frustration. his boner now more evident than ever. "you're doing so well love, you handled all five; a fisting." he, now hovered above your trembling figure, leaned down to kiss away your pretty tears; how priceless those tears are. in his eyes, nothing could put a price on those. "for being so good for me, does my good girl want a reward?" he gently thumbs your bottom lip, rubbing a bit of the inside, "uhhuhh.." you mumbled out, but he tsked;his annoyance more prominent on his face. he just wanted to plunge himself deep inside of you until you both break the bed, until sunrise, until you'd need an actual wheelchair because he fucked you so good you became handicapped for the next few weeks. "nuhuh- words doll." his thumb now invading the front of your mouth. you mumbled something out but he couldn't quite make it out, "words," no answer, "words." silence again, "I said words." and finally, you spoke, " 'm don' know!!" he let out a sound of annoyance. "bad girl." a slap; the left side of your ass now tingling as a warning. "I'll give you one more chance..," he leans down next to your ear, "use your words or you'll be punished instead." you cried at the pressure, feeling overwhelmed, " 'm soorrryyy!!!" you plead; anything; anything but a punishment! you wanted him to fuck you into your sheets so hard but he was denying you. you could hear him click his tongue three times, "bad girl." he says before you felt a slap strike the other side of your ass. you cry out and start to thrash around, " m' sorry!; m'sorry!!!I im sorryyyy!!!!" slap;slap;slap, "not what I asked for deary."

you hiccup, "pleassseeee!!!- gah!!!" slap, "wait!-" slap, "no! please!!!-" slap, "fuck me!!!" you scream one last time. snot running down your nose, tears wetting your entire face as you thrashed around; being pinned by the muscular man. "oh?- did this bad girl finally learn her lesson? does this bad girl deserve her reward? did she earn her reward?" his teasing questions only made you cry harder. you started thrashing around again before you felt a hand squeeze your thigh; a warning. finally relenting, you breathe in and out heavily; your eyes glistened with tears, "y-yes," hiccup, "I'm sorry. m'sorry, please fuck me- please chuuya!" you start begging, hands starting to reach for his body; he holds your hand, "atta girl," he smiles, "I knew it; I knew you could do it, see- my precious, my lovely, my pretty; could do it." he plants kisses on different areas of your face with each compliment. you whined from the sudden affection, not complaining, surprised. he notices your quietness and gives you one last big smooch on the lips. he rubs against your cunt, his jeans now getting soaked by the second, "mm, pretty baby making me all wet?" not expecting a response he moves up, giving you a moments clarity of rest; kicking off his slacks and damn near tearing his shirt off. "fuck." he mutters, "finally-" he sighs in relief, his dick springs up; red tip; about to explode. before returning to you he grabs a condom from his wallet and rips it open; puts it on his dick in a hurry. he feels his body breathing in all the cool air around you both and he places himself back in between your legs. then you feel it, his cock dragging across your folds, tip barely pushing in. pre cum leaking over. "y'know," he starts grinding slowly, "i could just get myself off here and leave you be, unsatisfied." he whispers the last part to you. you shook your head, "please- no. need you; need you, please! chuuya! pleaseplease! chuuya! pleasepleaseplease!!!"

"shhh..." he shushes you, "let me take care of you; you've been so good, so good for me." he kisses you one last time before finally pushing in. he was finally able to enjoy the main course after feasting on the appetizer, his sexual hunger only being half satisfied is now being fulfilled. "uhgnn.." he groans, his tip slowly pushing inside as his lubrication seaps inside you, oozing deeper inside your tight hole. his natural lubricant aka precum was now being smeared all over your walls by the tip of his dick. now already pushed pass the ring of muscle chuuya could feel the spasm of your pussy wrapped tight around him. a quiet moan escaped from him as he now reached your cervix. "wait thats-!" you gasped at the intense feeling. normally it was supposed to hurt. that's what everybody who ever had sex says; that it was not recommended to penetrate so deep that you hit the end. "don't worry," chuuya reassures you as he starts rubbing the tip of his dick against your cervix; your walls clenching tightly around him as you felt him grind into you. You moaned out loud, the feeling of your pussy being tore open by a big fat cock that's also somehow making the brush of your cervix really pleasurable. "Ah- hn.. ee!~ AH!~♡" little noises escaped from your mouth as your pussy was being molded for the man shoved inside you. you yelp as you felt him start pushing against your cervix, "what- what are you doing?!", he gave you a quick kiss on the lips to quiet you down, "don't worry about it, I got a magic dick." he winks at you before forcing himself inside your womb slowly, groaning as the intense clamping was weighing him down. you squealed as you came, your juices flying straight up and into chuuya's abdomen, eyes crossed eyed into a hex, whole body shaking; giving you time to breath, chuuya's dick finally reached its hilt and he moans out as he bottoms out. he panted heavily, giving your clit a quick slap before positioning himself; he thrusts inside so quick and deep that you've forgotten what you were even moping around in the bar for. "AAHNNN!!~♡" moan after moan, thrust after thrust, he was restless. after holding himself back for hours on end, he could no longer push down his sexual desires and hunger. "shit- fuucck~♡" he moans out, "pussy s'good," he moans again; skin slapping against you; balls to pussy, "feels sooo goooooddd...~♡" he slurs his words together and moans when you clench down, you on the other hand? you were such a moaning mess that even the loud bed creak couldn't outdo you. "CHUUYAAAA!!~♡" another orgasm was pulled out of you, " s'kay- another. for me." he kisses your temple, "fuckfuckfuckfuck-" he says in a mantra but at the same time, you were repeating his name, "chuuyachuuyachuuya-". sighing into the crook of your neck, chuuya's thrusts start to become more erratic. "chu-chuuya!" you scream, "slow, down-GHHH!!~♡" your vision went white again as chuuya kept thrusting inside you, despite your intense orgasm. it took a while, maybe about twenty minutes before he finally slows to a stop, his dick stilling inside your womb, cum oozing inside the condom. "shiiiiiittttt~♡" he moans, "it's only an hour after midnight," he pulls you in for a passionate kiss, "let's keep it up, yeah dollface?"

"t-the condom!!~♡" you moan through your sentence as you feel him fill you up again, you haven't realized that chuuya never changed the condom after every round and that it's been building up since the first round. you don't know what round it is now but you know for damn sure that it had to have been many if the condom was ripped due to the pressure of weight; or it could just be the fact he cums a lot, either way you're gonna worry because you're not on the pill or anything that'll protect you from getting pregnant. "I'll buy you morning pills," chuuya plants a kiss on your neck, "promise?" you ask, "promise." he strokes your thigh. you pull him in for a kiss and you two have a steamy makeout session. You soon feel yourself being stretched wide open by his dick and you fall back as he catches you. "who's my good girl?" he whispers into your ear from behind as you push your hips back, "m-meEe!!~♡," still leaning over your back he thrusts in hard, "and whose pussy does this belong to?" you squealed as he started rubbing your clit, "y-yours..!~♡" you could hear him tsk, "couldn't hear ya' over your loud moaning. so I'll ask again," now thrusting in at an inhuman pace, he pulls your hair back until you're both on your knees, him still thrusting inside you, "whose pussy does this belong to?" he says on time with every thrust to your cunt, "whose the owner of this sloppy, loose cunt that's wrapped so beautifully around me?" you came; and was now being tugged on by your hair, "YOURS!~♡ OH- GO- CU-CUMM-~♡♡♡GHNNNN!!! YOURS...!!!!~~~♡♡♡" you yell as you cum, hard. "atta girl." he says, "that's right, this pussy is mine." he bites your neck as he came, hard and deep inside your womb; groaning as he does so. "PLEASSEEE!!!~~♡♡♡♡" you beg, you don't know how many rounds it's been;how many hours; or hell what time it is, all you know was that it was early into the morning as you glance at the rising sun. as of now, chuuya was thrusting into you like a rabbit in heat and you were taking it like the whore he molded you to be. "FUCK!!~♡' he suddenly yells; all night he's been mostly quiet but guess now he's nearing his end, "take it all!!-" his breath hitched, his thrusts start to become sloppier as your cunt gushes from the loads of cum and your slick. "HGNNGG- OOHGGG!!~♡♡♡" you moaned out, eyes rolling back, mouth gaped open, back arching impossibly high, both of your hips;legs;thighs;and body tremble from your final orgasm. it was deep and rough, but also soft and gentle. as you both calmed down from your high, staring at each other, chuuya leans down and pushes his lips onto yours slowly, despite you both being out of breath you're still sucking each other; too attached to let go now. eventually chuuya pulls out and carries you to the bathroom to wash up; placing you down on the cleaned and replaced sheets, chuuya tells you to wait there as he whips up something for the both of you, he comes back into the room to find you sleeping and gently wakes you up to eat. he notices your sleepiness is disturbing your function to chew and swallow so he has the courtesy do to it himself. picking you up and placing you on his lap, faced foward, chuuya picks up the utensil and urges you to be his good girl and eat. took a few tries and a couple of minutes on each bite, he eventually got you to finish most of your food and tilted your head back as he pours in water into your mouth. he waits to pour water until he's sure that you've swallowed all the water; he doesn't want you to choke and die after all. chuuya, after successfully completing his aftercare, tucks you back into bed and leaves a kiss on your forehead; you wake up in the morning to find morning pills, a glass of water, and a note with a number written on it; txt me l8r, ###-###-####<3.

hearing a buzz coming from his phone, chuuya pauses his workout to check and upon reading the first notification he smiles; saving your contact as '<3' as he rereads your message once more; heyyy this is y/n, is this chuuya?

made by ©churuai pls don't steal

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aureatchi · 7 months

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.🕷.𖥔 ݁ ˖ WHAT A SCAREDY CAT ! — nakahara chuuya

“aw, poor baby. movie too scary, doll?” “shut up chuuya.”

a/n. it’s spooky szn !! so of course i need to write something fit for the occasion…so,, why not do it w my fav ginger-haired!

info. fem!reader. fluff. lowercase ✎. profanities. horror movies, drinking, small argument. it gets suggestive sjwsj, neck kissing. wc. 1.9k

“oh, this is so cute.”

you and your lover both shared an eye for aesthetics. that’s why you gazed so proudly at the coffee table in front of you when you stepped back to see the finished product—the rounded table was filled to the curved edges with your favorite takeout meal, bowls of junk sweets to indulge in after, popcorn, two wine glasses, and accompanying of course, a bottle of wine. other than the food, there were two lit candles to set the ambiance of the space, and a jack-o-lantern chuuya had carved himself.

all were organized beside each other to make it look like it came out of a pinterest post.

“i agree,” chuuya replied with a smug smile, also proud of your combined work. he joined you on the side.

you grabbed your digital camera resting on your couch and took a picture of the cozy scene.

“before it all gets ruined,” you chuckled.

chuuya then took the camera, turning the lens towards the both of you.

“let’s take a few together,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pose. you and chuuya were also wearing matching pajamas: black tees and halloween themed pants.

“okay!”

click! click! click!

the trio included a picture of you holding up a heart with your hands as chuuya’s arm encased around you, a picture of you turned towards him with your arms around his neck (you realized the flash was very bright), and one more of you kissing his cheek.

“awh!” you widely grinned as you looked through them, giggling to yourself when you noticed how the camera captured chuuya’s conspicuous blush in the last photo.

“what’chu laughing at?” he asked, looking over your shoulder.

“nothing, it’s just cute,” you replied, putting your camera away. “can we eat now?”

“yeah,” he replied, motioning towards the snug sofa nuzzled with your cushiest of blankets.

you enveloped them around you as chuuya grabbed the remote control to browse movies on the tv.

RANKED #1 HORROR MOVIE THIS YEAR!

“wanna watch this?” chuuya asked, hovering the selection over the movie. “i just realized we’ve never watched a horror movie together.”

“yeah, if you want me screaming and retreating on your lap every five minutes.”

“exactly,” he replied, smirking. “that would be nice⎯”

“too bad. i was joking. i don’t get scared easily.”

you held an opposing smirk back, but in reality, you did get agitated easily, especially when jumpscares were involved. but you felt stubborn and didn’t want to give what chuuya wanted, so you decided to take it on as a challenge.

and he seemed to sense your game too. “better not catch ya lying, doll. there’s consequences for everything.”

“what do you mean by that?” you asked, your face heating up, but he gave no answer to your avail. now you really had a challenge.

“…whatever. i don’t need to know anyway. i’m not getting scared.”

“hm,” chuuya said as he clicked on the movie. up popped a screen with the synopsis of the two-hour film, including all of the content warnings.

…murder, blood, sudden jumpscares…

oh shoot.

chuuya pressed play, and immediately, the movie started.

…

the first twenty minutes were actually okay. there hadn’t been anything too much to frighten you yet⎯eerie music, corporate workers, and dark rooms were the only thing you had seen so far.

“damn, when does this good?” chuuya mumbled, finishing eating the last of your main course.

you were glad things hadn’t been intimidating to you so far. but you also knew your lover was awaiting for something to happen, something to cause him to win.

that wasn’t going to happen.

you were snacking on the bucket of popcorn when suddenly, a creepy humanoid creature engulfed the screen, accompanied by a petrifying sound. there was no way to see that coming⎯there was no warning. you couldn’t help but squeal and jump slightly on the couch, the bucket of popcorn following. luckily, it wasn’t so much that it fell and made a mess.

“o-oh shoot! chuuya, i thought i saw a spider!” you said right after the moment passed, turning your head and making it look like you were searching the cushions for a spider. you knew he was watching for your reaction the entire time.

“spider, yeah?” chuuya asked, amused. “nice excuse, sweetheart.”

you crossed your arms. “okay! that was a mild reaction! i didn’t jump on you so that doesn’t count.”

“scared yet?”

“nope!” you popped the p. yet, a shiver went down your spine.

you continued watching the movie. more horror started to seep in, grisly scenes causing unease. you weren’t sure if you preferred those drawn-out sights to the jumpscares, but you could hide your reactions better with the former. you hadn’t seen any more sudden clips yet, thankfully.

“yikes,” you and chuuya said when a corpse got shot multiple times even after they already died and then mutilated.

“i’m opening the wine,” chuuya said about an hour and thirty minutes into the movie.

“alright,” you replied, not opposing. you probably even supported it. maybe if you drank a little, you wouldn’t scare so easy.

especially because you could feel the plot’s climax approaching. you were already suffocating a couple of pillows on your lap in anxiousness.

chuuya poured the glasses and handed one to you. you quietly finished yours quickly so you could have it refilled.

“oh shit!” you shouted when the main character suddenly made a super stupid decision⎯as you probably did too by pretending that you didn’t spooked⎯of course resulting in a chase by the disgusting creature that popped out of nowhere earlier. you clutched the pillows even harder, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the screen. you needed to prove to chuuya you weren’t lying to him.

the wine was not strong enough against the fear-fueled adrenaline that surged through you, paralleling the intensifying background music.

stupid chuuya. he made sure the volume was cinema-loud. it did not help trying to drown out the creepy atmosphere that engulfed the entire room.

the figure suddenly appeared in front of the protagonist with a dramatic scream.

“AHH!” you screamed too, but immediately bit down on your hand right after.

but then it happened again. the main character turned a corner, and it popped up again, even more disturbing than the last time.

“AHHH!”

you screamed again, jumping on chuuya to try and bury your face on his neck. your heart was racing from the images you had seen.

but he had other plans.

“aw, poor baby. movie too scary, doll?”

“shut up chuuya!” you replied, yet you still gripped tightly on his shirt.

but then, chuuya pushed you off of him.

“chuuya!” you tried to climb back on him, but something was preventing you from making contact with his skin.

“…are you using gravity manipulation?!”

“i thought you said you wouldn’t get scared,” he taunted with a smirk. “eyes on the screen, brave girl.”

“you’re so mean!” you shouted, but faced back toward the tv. he had even gone out of his way to use his ability to turn your own words against yourse⎯

“AHHH! WHATTHEFUCK!”

you were already screaming as the creature finally caught the main character, but you weren’t alone as chuuya cursed and pulled you on top of him, horrified.

“DAMMIT. what the hell was THAT?”

“put us down, we’re FLOATING!” you cried. it didn’t help at all that you were both scared and floating above all solid surface, even though it was only about three feet.

“s-shit, sorry!”

he rested the both of you down on the sofa once again. you had missed most of the eerie epilogue, but you didn’t really care when your brain had now conjured a new character for your nightmares.

chuuya poured the last of the bottle’s contents into your glasses and handed you yours. you finished the cherry-red liquid instantly to try to get some relief.

you turned towards chuuya right after to see that he had done the same. and then, you broke out laughing.

the ginger-haired raised an eyebrow and glared back at you as you continued to stare at him and snicker.

“i-i didn’t know YOU were a scaredy cat,” you tried to speak, but it was hard when you were overcome by laughter. your stomach was hurting and your chest was heaving, but you couldn’t stop.

“shut up!” he shouted.

“i-i can’t!” you replied, continuing to laugh. “how ironic⎯it’s one thing for me, but the port mafia executive? getting scared?!”

you were only silenced when chuuya had pulled you on his waist once again.

“if you didn’t think you were in trouble for lying, you definitely are now.”

you immediately stopped, staring into his eyes. you had forgotten about his temper.

“wait, i’m sorry!” but your apology was futile because you were immediately lifted once again but this time, higher and alone.

“put me down, chuuya, i’m sorry!” you screamed, about eleven feet off of the floor. you really hated his ability sometimes.

“why should i?!” he observed you from the couch, trying to grab onto something but stuck inside a sphere of air. he would never try to hurt you, even while he was mad, but currently, his ego had been offended by your words.

“i was joking, chuu! i didn’t actually mean it⎯i promise! i’m sorry, i’ll make it up to you.”

you were slowly lowered, relieved once your legs hit the couch.

“i’m sorry,” he said, quietly after you had made sure you could stand on floor again. “i got carried away, plus you weren’t wrong.” he sighed at the confession.

“it’s okay,” you replied, straddling his lap. “that just makes the two of us scaredy cats. i think that’s cute.” you booped him on the nose.

“but you’re the bigger one,” chuuya provoked.

“no! you are!”

“you are!”

“who’s the one on my lap?” he asked, moving a piece of your hair out of your face as he smirked. “just as she foreshadowed earlier too?”

“shut up,” you replied, but he had gotten you where he wanted in the end. “want a trophy or something?”

“no, you’re just gonna make it up to me now.“

he pulled you closer, and kissed you softly, seeing if your reaction would allow him to continue.

you pulled back. “if this is what i have to do, that’s easy.” you leaned back in and resumed the kiss, lifting your hands to play with chuuya’s hair. you could still taste the wine on his lips⎯it made you feel even more high combined with the tension between you two as he kissed you deeper.

he pulled back for the both of you to catch breath and then spoke.

“you’re funny if you think that’s it, doll.”

he moved one of his hands to move your hair away from your neck and the other to cup your cheek on the opposite side.

he started kissing there, and then, sucking.

“…chuuya?”

“this is for lying to me,” he said, focusing on the spot. once he was done, he moved to another.

“and for making fun of me.” he sucked again, until your neck had two new red marks.

“…keep going.”

“yeah? want more?”

“yes. it helps me not think of that scary murderer in the movie.” chuuya laughed.

“alright, i’ll help take the scaredy cat’s mind off of the things that bring her fear.”

“hey! stop calling me th⎯”

you were silenced as he went back to what he was doing, until your entire neck was filled with shades of red.

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hiddenlife-manager · 1 year

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Chuuya Nakahara NSFW

Chuuya Nakahara × Fem reader

Extra: nsfw, praise kink, fingering, oral, moans, squirt, make out session, fluffy, cute chuuya

Authors note: Honestly, it could be ooc chuuya, but let's be fair, he would do this to someone he cares for. Maybe I'll do a switch story, hehe. Seriously, I was doing a scantron test and I messed up, so here I am begging to retake it. Like I wear glasses for a reason!

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Your arms held him tightly, gently resting your head against his chest. You missed this. You missed his distinct cologne and his company. You couldn't let go of him; everything about him made you so happy.

"What are you thinking?" He mumbled as he stared out towards the television, showing a stupid love story.

"I missed you." Silence filled the room after you said those words. He let out a content hum, placing his lips on your forehead. You raised your head to look at the face you fell in love with. He tenderly kissed your lips there; he drew you up and closed in on the kiss; your hands wrapped around his neck, kissing him tightly.

He pulled away from you, breathing heavily, and in only seconds, you pulled him into a heated, less tender kiss. His gloved hands grabbed a fistful of your hair, and your arms wrapped around his neck, slightly pulling at his red hair. Both of you couldn't pull apart from each other, wanting nothing more than to be one.

"God, you are everything to me." He placed his hands at the hem of your shirt, lifting it above your head; your breast bounced at the motion. His hands lowered again, this time grabbing the back of your bra and unclipping it. Your hands were raised out of instinct to cover yourself.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards him. You leaned against his frame, his lips slowly kissing every inch of you. He kissed your neck and lowered himself to your breast. His kiss started to turn into him sucking at your skin and biting you. He bit into your shoulder and neck, and slowly he started to bite around your breast. It was clear that you would have to wear something to cover up the marks he left.

He sucked at your left nipple, handling your right nipple with his index and middle fingers and rubbing. He flipped you around, with your back against his chest, your head between his neck, and his hand back on your nipples. The entire time, whimpers left your precious little mouth.

"Care to remove my gloves?" You nodded eagerly. His hand made its way to your lips, your mouth held the tip of the glove, and he pulled his hand away, removing the expensive leather glove. "Use your hands and remove your shorts." You did as he asked; finally, all the clothing you had on was your underwear, while he kept his clothes on, with the only thing removed being his one glove hand.

His ungloved hand tickled your body gently, lowering his hand from your mouth to your thighs all the way to your warmth. He tapped your thigh, indicating that he wanted you to open your legs for him. You did as he asked, you always did that; that was what made you perfect. His hand pulled your underwear aside and rubbed his finger against your clit, immediately a gasp left your lips. Your body tried to pull away from the feeling.

"You're dripping." He placed his two fingers on your slit, rubbing you as you continued to pull away. His fingers got coated in your slick, and he pulled his hand back up to his face, opening his mouth and taking his fingers into his mouth. With a pop sound, he grabbed your jaw with his gloved hand, opening it as he placed his fingers into your mouth. "You're doing great."

Once more, he placed his hand back towards your cunt. His finger teased your clit eventually tapping down your cunt reaching your entrance. Sliding into your hole, your slick squelching being forced back into your hole. You threw your head back, moans escaping your lips.

His lips embraced yours, muffling your moans as you attempted to kiss him back. Your back arched through the pleasures the way he slid his slender finger in and out of you. Your body squirmed, grinding against his fingers.

His fingers quickened the pace as he curled his finger against the top of velvety walls. In the heated kiss, your moans vibrated each other's mouth as your arms wrapped around him behind you. Chuuya kept your chin up with his gloved hand, pulling your lips apart.

"Chuuya-" you breathed out, "I'm so close!" He chuckled.

"Don't hold back, darling." Your head nodded as your breath wavered. As his fingers pumped into you, a scream pierced the dark living room, drowning out the television. The sound of your slick slamming into the couch hit both of you hard, while your body shook from the ongoing orgasm. Chuuya continued to move his finger, going up and down, causing you to push out your squirt even more from the pleasure.

"You did great, darling." You smiled weakly, placing a kiss on his lips.

"Your turn."

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ladytheoris · 1 year

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20 with nakahara chuuya please?

Prompt: Kiss me, quick

Character: Nakahara Chuuya

Warning: Dazai

Nakahara Chuuya. A man feared by the whole of the Port Mafia.

This is the line he is supposed to stand by, and he does that too; effortlessly. But if there is one kryptonite to his stoic persona it is someone whom everybody once feared. Despite the popular belief that he is like a kitten to his significant other, (which he is) he is a clumsy panda when with Dazai Osamu.

So a combination of YN and Dazai would be as poisonous as the mushroom Dazai craves for. More to say, a drunk YN and a loose Dazai are even more dangerous. Which is what exactly he is dealing with now.

In front of him is his beloved lover, who cannot process the fact that Chuuya is not an angry bird. Dazai was obviously not trying to help, instead, he offered her another drink too. His words were pretty much slurred by now, and Chuuya swears to god Dazai will be dead by early morning tomorrow.

Chomping on a piece of okonomiyaki Dazai pointed his chopstick at Chuuya, "you know, my wish to do a double suicide, not a murder."

"I know that," Chuuya replied. His eyes never left YN who was trying to figure out the point of the conversation.

She blurts out what seemed like some slurs to Dazai and passed out on the table. Her hair covered her face, and she was still trying to talk about something. Chuuya removed his jacket and placed in on her shoulder.

Dazai could see the eyes of concern of Chuuys for the first time ever. Boy did he miss a chance to mock him.

"You have gone soft for her," he tells.

"But it is worth it, with her I feel like I can control that devil inside me", he tells.

Dazai's gaze finds it amusing, how tenderly Chuuya looks at that woman passed out beside him. Her hair is all a mess with bits of spring onions decorating them like Christmas lamps.

And as if a bolt of lightning strikes randomly, the woman bolted up and yelled at Chuuya, "Kiss me, quick".

Out of all the sentences she spoke after the first glass of beer reached her intestine, this was the only one that made any sense.

"Why? What happened?" Chuuya asks.

"I'm gonna kick Dazai off the bridge." She started walking out of the bar, with Dazai hot on her heels profoundly screaming how grateful he is for that offer.

Chuuya runs behind her, holding his firm hands around her waist as she passes out onto him. "Later, we need him now," kissing her forehead.

#bungou stray dogs chuuya nakahara #chuya nakahara #chuya x reader #chuuya x reader #bungo stray dogs chuuya #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x y/n #chuuya headcanons #bsd imagines #bsd #bsd chūya

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morfiveuscxo · 25 days

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HEART, chuuya nakahara

chuuya nakahara x fem!!reader summary: chuuya arrives home a lot later than usual only to find his panicky girlfriend in tears. tw!! angst, swearing, suggestive themes, death mentions (sorta) notes: this sucks and if Chuuya seems ooc I apologise- my brain is all over the place atm lol

Chuuya's muscles ached with exhaustion as he stood in the elevator that would take him up to his comfortable apartment. His coat was folded over his left arm and his signature fedora tipped over his head casting a shade across his tired face.

The elevator pinged and he sighed in relief as the metal doors slid open. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trousers, he stepped out and headed down the long hall until his front door was finally in view.

Now as a port mafia executive, Chuuya was on edge and prepared for nearly everything. Possible sneak attacks, gunfire, ambushes, explosions- you name it. But what surprised him when he walked through his front door? something small and fluffy smacking him on the chest.

His eyebrows furrow almost comedically and he turns his head to glance down at what on earth he had been hit with only to see his girlfriend's stuffed lamb plushie staring back at him with its (in Chuuya's opinion) large creepily stitched eyes.

Blinking in surprise, he lifts his head back upwards to see the culprit of the attack- his girlfriend, y/n. Usually when he got home y/n would be waiting for him on the couch or in their bedroom and she would get extremely excited when she would see him.

Due to his busy schedule, the pair rarely got to see each other so despite his constant scolding y/n would stay up late just so she could see him after work and she would wake up at the same time as him every morning to see him off before she headed to her own work.

Routinely, she would usually come bouncing over to him excitedly and pull him in for a long kiss or a tight hug (which usually led to Chuuya informing her that he couldn't breathe).

But tonight was different and he had known the second he walked through the door that it was- looking at her face only confirmed his suspicions.

A usually bright and excitable y/n who would typically wear a bubbly smile at the mere sight of Chuuya instead wore a distressed expression as tears flowed down her pale cheeks.

Chuuya is exhausted but the exhaustion seems to fade as he is instead overcome with worry for his lover. --"y/n? what's wrong?"He asks, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as he shuts the door behind him and walks towards her, throwing his coat to the side carelessly- glancing from side to side to see if he could detect any signs of threat in their small apartment that would cause her to cry.

However, the second he got close to her he was met with her smacking his chest with her hand, her face scrunched up as tears flowed down her cheeks. He blinked in surprise and stood straight for a second as she smacked his chest again- this didn't hurt him of course not only because she wasn't exactly the strongest person he knew but because he wasn't even really focussing on the hits- more observing her expressions.

"Woah, woah, woah-"He grabs her wrists as she starts to smack his chest repeatedly- her bottom lip trembling as her chest starts to heave in what appeared to be a mixture of fear and panic. "What's wrong, doll?"He asks her- his voice as soft as possible to try and calm her down.

"I-I thought something ha-"Her voice wavered as she breathed heavily. "Breathe."He whispered to her softly, his gloved hands sliding from her wrists and up her arms causing her to shiver at the material. "W-What took you so long?"She finally manages out shakily- tears dripping from her chin.

A confused look appears on Chuuya's face for a second. --"I-I thought something h-happened to you-"She rushes out in a panicky voice causing his eyes to widen in surprise.

Chuuya and y/n have been dating for around 7 months and since the executive could see that things were becoming serious with her- he decided to tell her about his job. He told her this last week and she had seemed a bit sceptical at first but ultimately told him it didn't bother her much and that she still loved him.

However, she may have sort of lied on half of that response. She still loves him of course- she doesn't think she'll ever love someone as much as she does Chuuya. But ever since he informed her of his position with the Mafia and what his job entails- she had been plagued with nightmares.

The fear of losing him had been bottling up in her for over a week and him returning home tonight much later than usual caused it to spill all over.

"y/n-"He says her name softly- removing his hands from her arms as he slid his leather gloves off. "I-I didn't know i-if anything happened to you o-or if you were in danger," She hiccups through salty tears and a wobbly bottom lip.

His face softens at the tone of her voice and he frowns sympathetically. y/n doesn't have anyone in her life besides Chuuya. She lost both of her parents when she was 16 and doesn't have any living relatives. Chuuya's all that she really has and the idea of possibly losing him terrified her.

"M'sorry, baby- the boss gave me a shit tonna' paperwork to do." he sighs softly, his naked hands lifting to cradle her face gently- using his thumbs to catch some of her stray tears.

That's understandable enough, she thought to herself as her breathing continued to slightly speed. "W-Why didn't you call?"She rasps to him, nuzzling her face into his hands as her glossy eyes searched his expression.

He clicks his tongue and sighs, pulling one hand from her face to fish his phone out of his pocket- he waves the device in the air. "stupid thing died."He hums, clicking the button on the side to show the drained battery.

A pout forms on her lips without her noticing as she sniffles and glances at the floor and her cheeks begin to flare in embarrassment at her obvious continuing overreaction. --"I-"Her voice wavered again and she swallowed.

A soft chuckle leaves Chuuya's lips as his hand comes back to her cheeks so he was cradling her entire face in his grasp. --"I'm okay, dollface."He tells her. --"I am the strongest fuckin' thing the Mafia has you don't have to worry about me."He whispers, activating his ability briefly so his hat can lift from his head and whiz over to drop onto the hat rack he kept by the door. He lets his forehead touch hers as her breathing shakes about almost unpredictably.

Y/n is a worrier and Chuuya had known that when he pursued her. She suffered frequent panic attacks and could be rather clingy when it came to ultimately parting with him. So he wasn't surprised that even though she could see him with her own two eyes she was still panicking over his safe return.

Her head was all over the place and she had spent a better half of the night panicking that he may have gotten killed on a mission. She hadn't fully stepped out of the worrisome frame of mind and so even though she could feel the touch of his hand- her heart continued to race with worry.

Licking his lips, Chuuya slid one of his hands from her cheek to grab ahold of her hand- lifting her palm to press against his chest just over his heart. Her breath hitches as she feels the steady beat of his heart against her palm. Keeping his forehead pressed to hers- he held her hand in place against his chest.

"It's cute you worry so much."He mumbled to her, causing her to snap her gaze from her hand over his heart to his eyes. Her cheeks warm and she doesn't move her hand away from his chest- wanting the most confirmation of his living breathing self she could get.

"But you really don't have to."He adds on after a short second. --"The last thing you have to do is worry about me while I'm on a job, okay?"He tells her in a serious voice with a nod.

A slow sigh leaves her lips and she nods her head with his movements, her hand moving from his chest and up to his neck. "Promise you'll always come back to me?"She whispers shakily, blinking her wet eyelashes at him.

A normal person would know not to promise something like that. You don't want to wrap the person you love in a false sense of security. But Chuuya isn't any normal person. He's confident in his abilities and knows damn well that there's not a single soul in Japan that could take on his ability or his strength.

"I promise."He whispered confidently, no shred of doubt in his voice or expression. She notably relaxes at his confidence and nods her head, both of her arms now hooked around his neck. --"Okay?"He whispers encouragingly.

A small smile appears on her face for the first time that night and he grins as she nods. "no more tears, okay, pretty girl?"He says softly, brushing his thumbs up and down her cheekbones- wiping away some of the tear stains on her cheeks.

The corners of her lips twitch at the affection and she nods again. "okay."She murmurs with a sniffle, caressing the sides of his neck with her hands as they go silent for a few short seconds.

"Start taking a phone charger with you to work."She finally mumbles after a comfortable silence causing him to let out a loud belly laugh as he nuzzled his nose against hers with a toothy grin.

"Deal." he chuckles just before pressing his mouth to hers- grinning against her lips. The kiss took her breath away and he immediately pulled her as close to his body as he could; wrapping an arm around her back and around her waist.

The kiss was soft and yearning; a complete contrast to their typically immediate hot and heavy ones. Chuuya felt the need to lure her into a sense of security so he kept his movements slow and steady- treating her like a precious flower petal that could wilt with the wrong move.

Her cheeks flush and he pulls her close to his chest- practically devouring her whole as his fingers slowly slide into her hair. Her spine arches to press herself against his body more- her arms tightening around his neck as his arm could tightly around her waist.

"Sorry, I was late, doll."He murmured against her lips again- sensing that she was still slightly annoyed for worrying her. Her brain goes fuzzy and her stomach flips as one of his hands slides from her hair and down to her hip.

She curls her fingers into his soft copper hair posessively and tugs gently causing him to grunt slightly against her lips and pull her completely flush against his body. "how about-"he pauses to move his lips from hers and press them to the base of her neck. --"You let me make it up to you."He rasps causing her stomach to twist as her breath hitches.

Her lips parted as his lips travelled up the side of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as both of his hands slid down to grip both of her hips. Melting into his touch, she lets her eyes flutter shut as she grips his hair tightly.

"Gladly."

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ashsakunosuke · 1 year

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"that's what makes me love you" panel BUT without the text! can be used as wallpaper or pfp :)

#bungo stray dogs manga #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai chuuya 15 #bsd wallpaper #i love this panel #the scrunklies #chuuya imagines #chuya nakahara #chuuya x dazai #thats what makes me love you

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chuuyrr · 2 years

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hello! i have a request for gojo!reader :D what if we were having a spar with someone (but it’s a spar using no powers, just physical strength) and ofc gojo!reader is going to pop off, so imagine if we do that move that maki did in the jjk 0 movie 😭the one where she falls into the splits??! got me screaming and falling down my seat in the theater lmaoo

like that

bungou stray dogs x gojo! reader

masterlist of infinity

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for bungou stray dogs, mentions of violence, reader girlbossing, bsd men falling hard for you, dazai asking to be stepped on, chuuya blushing at you

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dazai osamu x reader, nakahara chuuya x reader (separately with different scenarios)

╰➤ SONG SUGGESTION(s): like that - tobee maguire cover

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which they find their darling sparring with someone and pulling off a stunt that leaves them breathless

hii anon! thank you for requesting and for being patient!! honestly, if i wasn't with my dad during the movie, i would be screaming too. i was having a silent gay panic for maki in my seat. she's so badass i literally can't. 😭 ♡

before you read: instead of jujutsu tech, the organization you belong to is called heiwa which means peace and it's kind of like the special division for unsual powers and the military police of yokohama except it's for tokyo. i was supposed to write for fyodor too, but ideas ran out, and mostly because i haven't gotten to the decay of the angels in the bsd manga yet since im reading the yakuza's guide to babysitting & jjk.

dazai osamu !

it wasn't every day that dazai came to tokyo because he's mostly from yokohama, but when fukuzawa told him that he needed someone to pick up important documents from the higher-ups overseeing tokyo, particularly from you, dazai immediately beat ranpo to it, clearly eager to see you in your city.

it was a good thing the armed detective agency had decided to join forces with the higher-ups after the whole descendant of sugawara michizane fiasco. dazai wanted to be with you, not just see you. even though you're paired up with him almost every time by the organizations, the fact that you can't stay in yokohama doesn't help.

dazai is clingy with his belladonna after all.

dazai was in awe as soon as he arrived at your organization's location. heiwa. the structures were constructed in a traditional japanese architectural style. it was well hidden on the outskirts of tokyo, far and high in the mountains, so naturally, there are many trees around the property to further obscure the location. aside from nature, there were several deity statues, shrines, and torii gates in the area. the location was absolutely breathtaking and peaceful, but dazai knows you hated it here because of the elders who were part of the higher-ups.

"you're looking for gojo-sama, right?" one of the organization's staff that was touring dazai, inquired before momentarily glancing at him.

"yes, the armed detective agency has sent me to retrieve some important papers from [name]." dazai nodded with a smile.

"gojo-sama should be in the training grounds. she's often there, either mentoring or sparring with one of heiwa's members." the staff informed him.

dazai followed suit until eventually he came upon the grounds that the staff was referring to, and as soon as he spotted you, your boyfriend couldn't help but smile and just as he was about to intervene, he immediately halted. you were sparring with someone. no weapons or abilities at all as it seemed.

dazai has witnessed your previous fights. in fact, the first time he and everyone saw you, you were beating chuuya's ass, and if it hadn't been for him stepping in, his old twin dark partner would have been completely annihilated by your limitless ability.

today, however, was no exception. you easily countered your opponent's attacks and traded powerful blows. each move you made was sharp and precise, yet graceful in some ways, but the scene that followed left dazai's mouth agape.

you effortlessly did a split instead of simply landing on your feet just as your opponent found an opening to dive an attack in, assuming a landing after you had just performed a flip. taking your opponent and the audience by surprise, you thrust your leg over his bent leg, yanking him down quickly by tugging on his shirt and harshly flicking his forehead.

"congrats, you're dead. i win again." you remarked with a smirk.

"was that flick really necessary, gojo-sama?" your opponent yelped.

you were about to get back on your feet to stretch when you were interrupted by clapping. you turned your head in the direction of the clapping to see dazai staring at you with a lovestruck gaze; his eyes practically sparkled as he sauntered towards you, leaving behind the kind staff who had brought you to him to pull you up himself.

"dazai?" you blinked before grinning, "heya, what'cha doing here?"

"i came to see my belladonna." with a wink, dazai exclaimed, opening his arms for an embrace, which you accepted and easily melted into.

"don't forget about the documents. i know the president needs them, and you're here at heiwa for that," you said as you drew away, pinching his nose and scrunching dazai's face.

"yeah, yeah, but i really came here for you." dazai drew you closer to his embrace, muffling his face into the crook of your neck, causing you to hum happily and pat his back, "god you were amazing, darling."

dazai proceeded to plant soft open mouth kisses in your neck, oblivious to the staff and your sparring opponent's surprised looks and gasps of "is this your boyfriend, gojo-sama?!" which you simply grinned at.

"that was so hot of you just now, my pretty, pretty belladonna. seeing you fight is always a sight for me, you know," dazai said, pressing his lips against your ear and wrapping his arms around your waist, his breath tickling your skin.

"do you mind stepping on m—you immediately flicked his forehead in the same way you had done to your sparring partner, causing him to release you and let out a small whine as you softly chuckled and stuck out your tongue which dazai pouted at.

nakahara chuuya !

chuuya, your boyfriend, enjoys fighting, relishing the opportunity to demonstrate his combat prowess and taking great pride in his status as the mafia's strongest martial artist. however, that title is now shared with you since you two got together and you became affiliated with the mafia despite being under the control of tokyo's higher-ups. chuuya was well aware of your skill in hand-to-hand combat, having almost been beaten by you when you first met him in that café to reclaim the documents you stole from the port mafia.

but don't bring it up with your boyfriend; he's still upset about it, remembering how you sat on him like nothing. you were hot, though, especially when you leaned in and whispered into his ear about how you were going to show off—yeah that's quite enough, chuuya. we understand that you are a simp.

chuuya admires and is very proud of you. he even brags about you whenever he has the opportunity. however, you being an expert combatant sort of upsets chuuya, because he wants to protect you with his strength as well, but he really admires your natural strength and independence. chuuya, in fact, enjoys watching you train, which is why he's overseeing your sparring with a member of the port mafia.

you weren't using your limitless ability; no infinity or weapons, and your six eyes were completely covered by a black blindfold you received as a gift from chuuya, implying that this spar was purely raw strength. you were landing several precise punches, kicks, and open-hand attacks. your combative style was aggressive and domineering, but it was elegant and a sight to behold in chuuya's eyes. in fact, he had never met anyone who fought like you.

you left chuuya and his subordinates, who happened to be your audience, breathless as he leaned against the room's wall and arms coolly folded across his arms as his men watched. you had just flipped to avoid your opponent's punch. while they all predicted you'd be hit because you were giving your opponent the opportunity to hit you once you landed, they were all wrong.

instead of landing on your feet, you extended your legs further, allowing you to perform a split on the floor and cleanly avoid being hit by your opponent. you easily overpowered him afterwards, yanking him down and punching him in the face with a triumphant smile glistening on your lips. chuuya's subordinates cheered for you and gawked at you.

your confidence and everything about you was so goddamn attractive. chuuya came sauntering towards you after you got up and helped your opponent up, handing him a handkerchief because his nose was bleeding. you turned to face your boyfriend, who was looking at you with a lovestruck expression.

"amazing as always, baby." chuuya's gloved hand intertwined with yours as he proudly kissed your knuckles, "you popped off yet again."

"of course, i'm the strongest there is after all." you winked at him as you drew your hand away and placed both hands on your hips.

"so, mind sparring with me this time?" chuuya softly chuckled before loosening his bolo tie and dress shirt by unbuttoned the first two buttons.

"are you asking to be pummeled, hun? or do you just want to see me pull that off to you this time, hmm?" you teased as you tipped your head to the side attractively.

chuuya's face flushed hot at your unexpected flirtatious remark. the gravity manipulator cleared his throat and drew his hat down to cover the growing dust of pink across his cheekbones, clearly not wanting his subordinates to see him in this state. chuuya's small reaction made you laugh.

you were always able to turn the tables on your boyfriend, and he was well aware of this. your personality was endearing yet so similar to his old twin dark partner, who was always the tease, but he preferred it when it was you. only you can make him feel these things.

"goddamnit, [name]." chuuya scoffed, folding his arms across his chest, "so, will you spar with me or not?"

"how can i deny my boyfriend?" you exclaimed as you squatted and began to stretch, causing chuuya to grin.

chuuya knows that when you start stretching before a fight, he knows you're serious and won't hold back, and he appreciates that. chuuya enjoys a good fight and can't wait to dance with you, knowing his subordinates are watching. he actually wants to see you pop off like that again, but this time with him upclose.

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thewritetofreespeech · 4 months

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Could I request Mori (Bungou Stray Dogs) with a beautiful daughter who gets kidnapped by an enemy group who's leader wants to marry her because of her powerful ability and good looks?

“Do you honestly think this will work?” You ask in a dull tone to your would-be kidnapper. Sitting on the ground with your hands behind your back. “This isn’t some medieval children’s story. You can’t just kidnap me and expect me to marry you.”

The man sucked on his teeth. Another disgusting quality and habit of his, which was why you would never marry him. Besides the kidnapping. “Still as stubborn as ever. But that only makes me want you more. Your steadfastness is something I admire! Not something I want to take away from you.”

“Just my freedom.” You quip before moving your hands to try and loosen the ropes again. “You really should let me go.”

“Not until the priest gets here and we’re married!”

You sigh. “No priest is going to marry two people, one of whom is tied up, unless he’s a very bad priest.” The disgusting smirk on the man’s face told you that he was a bad priest. “Why do you want to marry me anyway?”

“Why?? Because I’m in love with you!” An odd thing to say for two people who had only ever met a handful of times and spoken to one another even less. “Your beauty! Your ability! Your confidence! I love it all! With you by my side, nothing will stop us! My organization will topple that even of the Port Mafia! Assuming we don’t inherit what remains from your father.”

You sigh again. ‘Of course’. It wasn’t about you. It was just about your looks and your ability again. Or worse yet your father. People only ever seemed to see you as a means to an end. Except those ‘bad people’ in the Port Mafia that treated you like actual family.

You weren’t naïve. You knew that they weren’t good people. But that also didn’t necessarily make them bad. Especially when it came to one of their own.

“You really should have let me go….”

The man seemed confused by your remark, but then gained a look of terror when the back wall of his terrible little bad guy hideout was ripped off. The crumbled piece of wall float in the air before they rain down on your kidnapper and his men like hail. Kicking up a horrible amount of dust and other debris before it finally settled. “Are you alright [Y/N]-sama?!”

You cough a few times due to the dust, but still nod at Chuuya. “Yes. I’m fine.” The young man rushed over and untied your hands. Helping you to your feet. “How did you find me so quickly?”

“The boss told us where to find you. Apparently he has your phone tracked.”

“Of course he does.” You make a mental note to get a new one. “Is he with you?”

“He…thought it would be best if he stayed back at headquarters. He didn’t trust himself to not take things too far, where you’re concerned.”

“He’s probably right.” If your father was here, you’d be here all night while he tortured the kidnappers for their crimes. Again, not bad people but not good people either.

“Please let me escort you back to headquarters [Y/N]-sama.” Chuuya interjected. “The boss is eager for you to get home safe. And I’m sure he’ll want to make sure you’re looked over by a doctor.”

“I don’t think that will be necessary.” You tell Chuuya as you head in the direction you assume the car was in. “They didn’t actually hurt me. Just annoyed me more than anything. I couldn’t have gotten out on my own in a bit you know.” As you reach the care and grab the handle, you pause and ask, “was he really that worried about me?”

“I’ve never seen him so upset, [Y/N]-sama.”

You smile a little to yourself and then get in the car. Chuuya gets in the front with the driver, leaving the full back to yourself. ‘Harrowing’ wasn’t really the word you would call this evening, but it was certainly stressful. Your father might not be a good man, but he did love you clearly. Once you were home he would be sure to cry all over you when you got through the door. You smiled a little as you try to get yourself ready for that.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs imagines #bungo stray dogs scenarios #bsd imagines #bsd scenarios #chuya nakahara #ogai mori #imagine #scenarios

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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Looking For Dad

Chuya Nakahara X Daughter!Reader Osamu Dazai X Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 1180

Requested: Anon

Request: Could you do a Bungo Stray dogs Platonic dad Chita x reader daughter, kind of like a Buddies Daddy. A little 4-5 year old girl arrives at the ADA asking to look for their dad. They almost take her to the police when she pulls out a photo of a teen Dazai and Chuya with a woman. Pointing to the woman as her mom, and obviously the reader resembles Chuya more. Dazai grins and calls Chuya explaining that someone is looking for him and tracked him down. Chuya gets the wrong impression and Dazai surprises him at a park. Chuya is now a dad lol

Warning: Your Mum is hurt

None of them had expected you to appear in the office, they had never really had anyone younger than 18 looking to use their services but there you stood pulling out a chair to climb, Atsushi running over to stabilise you before you fell off “I’m looking for my dad!” You told them as you sorted through your pockets taking out small pieces of candy before finally pulling out a folded photo. “We should take her to the police, they’re probably best suited to finding her parents.” Kunikida said and as you unfolded the paper. “Dazai, are you listening to me?” “She looks like him.” Dazai mumbled as you looked at him, you held up the picture and pointed at the woman. “This is mum and this is you right? I want to find Dad.” Your finger moved as you referred to each person in the photo, Dazai walked over and looked at the photo. It was in fact him and Chuuya with another woman, he remembered that day. “What’s your name?” Dazai asked. “(Y/N).” You answered and he nodded. “Well (Y/N) I’ll try and call your Dad but he might not answer the call.” Dazai said as he lifted you off the chair, everyone was confused, they had never seen Dazai with a child before but Kunikida was the only one that knew his behaviour was because of someone in the photo. Dazai sat in the chair that you had been standing on and sat you in his lap. “Where’s your mum?” “Something happened…” You answered “she got hurt bad.” “Mm.” Dazai hummed. “Is that why you're looking for your Dad?” You nodded. “Alright you are gonna stay with my friends while I can you Dad okay?” “With the tiger?” You asked as you looked at Atsushi, they all looked at you as if questioning your knowledge. “Someone asked mum to go get him, they gave her a picture but she told them no.” “Dazai, who is this woman?” The boss asked having come out to investigate the noises coming from the office. “Her mother was the best assassin in the port mafia before she disappeared.” Dazai explained “she left at the same time I did, both our records were scrubbed and she went on to live a normal life, the reason that she left was this little one.” He ruffled your hair as you looked up at him. “She was pregnant when she left?” Atsushi asked. “Yes she was and I told her if she was ever in trouble that she should call me but instead you came to find me.” He looked at you. “Whenever we walked past this building mum said that if anything happened to her that I would find help here.” You explained. “Wait, you know who her father is?” Kunikida asked, he should have known that it wasn’t good news by the way that Dazai looked at him and with a smirk on his face. “Her father is Chuya Nakahara.” Dazai answered. “The mafia executive?” Junichiro asked. “The very same.” Dazai nodded in answer as your eyes widened at even knowing the name of your Dad. “Now I just need to see if he will answer the phone.”

Chuya glared at the unknown number on his phone, he knew that he should ignore it but there was something telling him to answer the phone “What?” He asked, finally pressing the green button and answering the call. “Chuya!” Dazai cheered, the regret was immediate. “What do you want?” He asked. “You remember (Y/M/N) right?” Dazai asked. “I have something she left behind for you.” “How do you get anything from her?” He asked. “She found me.” Dazai answered as Chuya glared at nothing in particular. “What?” He asked. “Someone’s looking for you.” Dazai finally said and after a long pause he agreed on a meeting place.

Dazai sat on the park bench with you, you were eating an ice cream and flicking your legs back and forth “Do you think Dad will come?” You asked. “I hope so.” Dazai answered, it wasn’t that he didn’t like having you around, in fact you were more tolerable than your father would ever be but you needed to be with your family and he knew that if Chuya believed the stories then he’d keep you as safe as he could. “What the hell are you doing sitting next to a kid?” Chuya’s voice emanated from behind you both and Dazai stood up, turning to look at him. “The kid sat next to me actually.” Dazai answered as you turned on the bench and finally laid eyes on your father. “Dazai what am I doing here?” Chuya asked. “It’s you!” You cheered as you held up the picture that you had shown to Dazai on your arrival, Chuya finally looked at you properly, your eyes were the same as your mothers but it was the necklace that you were wearing that really convinced him, he remembered (Y/M/N) taking it from him after he stopping if from hitting her, she put it into a necklace and telling them that she’d never remove it, unless they both had something more important to protect than each other. “Where’s your mum?” He asked as he walked over to you taking your small face in his hands. “She got hurt… She told me to look for Uncle Dazai if something went wrong, she said that he’d always be able to find you.” You explained and he looked at Dazai briefly. “Uncle Dazai?” He asked. “Well that’s got to stop.” “Huh?” You asked. “Don’t worry kid.” Chuya sighed before picking you up. Chuya had a lot of experience with kids given his life before the port mafia, he’d at least be able to look after you until your mother got better but he’d need to go and see exactly what was wrong with her. “Hey Dazai.” “Yes Chuya?” He asked, all joking left his voice. “Find out what happened to her mum, it’ll be easier for you.” He said and Dazai nodded. “I planned to.” Dazai answered, “look after her.” “Don’t tell me what to do.” Chuya muttered as he turned away from Dazai, you waved at him with a smile on your face as you finally rested your head on Chuya’s shoulder. “You trust too easily, little one.” Chuya mumbled and you looked at him and shook your head. “Mum told me about you and Uncle Dazai, I wouldn’t trust anyone else.” You informed him and he gave a soft smile, your little face scrunching up just like your mothers whenever she’d get angry. He hoped that he could see her again but for now he just had to keep you safe and wait for Dazai to give him some answers.

“Are we really just going to let him go?” Kunikida asked. “He’ll look after her.” Dazai answered. “You believe that?” Kunikida asked, Dazai just turned back to the agency, he had work to do and he wanted to find out what had happened to his friend.

*Part 2*

Request Here!!

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lonely-dreamer · 2 years

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Nakahara Chuuya x Reader

Genre : fluff, comfort.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : You always act so soft around him, and he can help but thinks how can you love someone like him.

𝐚/𝐧 : Chuuya really deserves so much love tbh. He has through so much in the storm bringer and the current chapter, i cant :((

"I'm home!" Chuuya stated as he walks in to the apartment, taking off his shoes off and start walking to the living room. He sighs along the way, today's mission was rough, there are some people who betrayed the port mafia and Mori sent him to kill them, and there are some shit that happened in his mission.

"Oh, you're home! Sorry, didn't hear you Chuu." You spoke happily, get up from the couch making your way at him and kiss his cheek. Chuuya hearts soften at your actions, you always so sweet toward him.

"Let me prepare you a bath." You trailed off but Chuuya hold your hand and put you back in his tight hugs.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" You muttered against his chest. Chuuya smiles at himself. Really, what did he do to deserves am angel like you.

He has killed so many people with his own hands, he did so much dirty things. Yet here he is welcomed with your warm smiles and soft touches. He didn't think someone as bad as him can deserves someone like you, but he can't let you go. You are the only thinks that keep him sane througrout his life, is it ok to be selfish?

"Why do you love me?"

"Why suddenly? And why should there are a reason for that? Isn't love is just love?" You escape from his embrace, lift your face to meet his eyes.

His grey eyes are pretty as always, those same eyes who always looks at you with so much adoration and loves. You can tell that he is doubting himself, why can he sees himself the way you see him? He is perfect.

"I just wondering how can you love someone like me." He murmured.

"What do you mean 'how can'? Of course because it is you, i love you because it was you! I love your voice, your touch, your face, your anger, your act, especially i like how you treats me. I love you because it was you, Nakahara Chuuya. Understand, now?" You chuckled at him.

Chuuya smiles afterward. He really was grateful to have someone like you besides him, and so was you, Chuuya was the best person you could ever ask. "I understand, dove." Then he starts kissing all over your face, makes you laughs because it's tickle.

"Stop it Chuu! I will run a bath for you, you stnk!" You try to get off of him and run to the bathroom. Your apartment room was full of laughters between you two.

Chuuya swear he will try to never doubts himself again, but if he is. He knows that you will be there to reassure him how much you loves him, and so he is completely fallen in love with you.

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dazaistabletop · 11 months

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Bsd Twitter is hurting me too much

It's only bsd Tumblr for me until the Cannibalism Stage Play news poisons the accounts on here

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rusmii · 8 months

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-DEEP-

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – NOTE♡: it's not october yet but i just needed to get this out there. NOT proofread

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – paring: incubus!chuuya x fem!reader hc's

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – tw//: NSFW, dom chuuya, chuuya is a little mean but takes care of reader, service top chuuya, overstim, mentions of praising, pet names, womb fucking, mentions of a condom breaking, big dick chuuya!!!, mentions of morning pills, breeding kink, cunnlingous, drunk sex (reader is drunk but consents)

i literally cannot stop thinking about how big chuuya's dick is.

since he's an incubus he was probably meant to have a big dick idk

anyways...

incubus!chuuya who has a big cock

incubus!chuuya who has a natural lubricant(aka his pre-cum) that acts as an aphrodisiac

incubus!chuuya who's lubricant dick also has this special affect that allows your body to slick up and expand to mold to his cock

incubus!chuuya who couldn't resist your pretty little self when he saw you at the bar

incubus!chuuya who bought you a drink to comfort you after he found out about your lying cheating ex and toxic friends

incubus!chuuya who laughs and goes along with your jokes to make you feel better

incubus!chuuya who offers to give you a ride home as you took a taxi/an uber here

incubus!chuuya who couldn't say no to your pretty little drunk self after you offered to let him stay the night as a thanks

incubus!chuuya who laughs when you insist you're not that drunk and that you can walk perfectly fine even though you're clinging onto him like a madman.

incubus!chuuya who can feel himself getting excited as you two near your house.

incubus!chuuya who allows himself to get manhandled and thrown on the bed

incubus!chuuya who accepts the offer to help you forget about your unfortunate events

incubus!chuuya who flips you over and starts eating you out

incubus!chuuya who feeds off your sexual desires and juices as he sucks and dips his head lower in between your thighs.

incubus!chuuya who keeps going to town as he felt you orgasm

incubus!chuuya who doesn't lent up and keeps overstimulating you until you feel like you're about to pass out

incubus!chuuya who smirks as he hums in content at the feeling of your thighs wrapping tightly around his head

incubus!chuuya who looks surprised at your sudden squirt and then sticks his fingers into your cunt, urging you to be a good girl and do it again for him

incubus!chuuya who pulls another 5-7 squirting orgasms out of you for his pleasure

incubus!chuuya who unzips his pants and kicks it off, only to leave his boxers on and rub his hard on against your soaking pussy

incubus!chuuya who keeps rubbing himself on you, claiming that he could just cum right here and now and leave you be, unsatisfied

incubus!chuuya who revels in delight at the sight of your begging, trembling form

incubus!chuuya who gives in to your pretty little tears. how could he resist such a tempting delicacy?

incubus!chuuya who tears the rest of your clothes off and kicks his off leaving the two of you butt naked

incubus!chuuya who made sure to put on a condom before aligning himself up to your entrance

incubus!chuuya who respect your boundaries and asks for consent

incubus!chuuya who warns you that he won't be able to stop till the morning sunrise, probably not even till then until he's satisfied

incubus!chuuya who gives you one last warning right before he thrusts himself inside you

incubus!chuuya who watches as your eyes widened at his large grit and long length

incubus!chuuya who pushes himself inside more forcibly in a slow manner, trying to mold your pussy for his cock exactly

incubus!chuuya who reaches the end of your cervix when he's almost to his hilt

incubus!chuuya who starts rubbing against your cervix with smile, knowing that it felt pleasurable for you

incubus!chuuya who watches you as you looked confused, why did it feel so good even though people said it would hurt?

incubus!chuuya who whispers into your ear that he has a magic dick and pushes against your cervix, now pushing inside a little

incubus!chuuya who uses his lubricant to soften up your walls and allow him in

incubus!chuuya who thrusts inside your womb so slowly

incubus!chuuya who has a smirk on his face as your eyes roll back

incubus!chuuya who puts his hand on your stomach, feeling his dick inside

incubus!chuuya who lifts your legs and puts it around his waist, your ass now snug on his lap as he hovers above you

incubus!chuuya starts thrusting into you at a fast pace as you start clawing at his back, your feet in the air- straining

incubus!chuuya who moans in pain and pleasure at you scratching his back

incubus!chuuya who keeps going faster and deeper, his thrusts becoming rougher

incubus!chuuya who thrusts so deep inside your womb that you're scared he might reach your organs

incubus!chuuya who sucks, fondles, and plays with your tits as he fucks into you

incubus!chuuya who's natural lubricant also affects your body, causing you to lactate

incubus!chuuya who gulps the milk down like it was his last day on earth

incubus!chuuya who has one hand on your tit, his mouth on the other, and his other hand underneath your backside to keep you stable and in place

incubus!chuuya who keeps thrusting even as you squirt all over

incubus!chuuya who marks your body all over, never letting a spot miss

incubus!chuuya who cums many times inside your poor womb- the condom already ripped by the sheer force of cum inside

incubus!chuuya who shushes your worries away as he promises you to buy you morning pills

incubus!chuuya who keeps on pounding you into the sheets till sunrise- in all different postions

incubus!chuuya who chose the missionary position for the last round as he emptys his last load into you

incubus!chuuya who cums so hard his eyes roll back and he clutches you so hard you feel like you might break

incubus!chuuya who's hips are still trembling after that intense orgasm

incubus!chuuya who makes out with you passionately but softly

incubus!chuuya who prepares for aftercare

incubus!chuuya who runs a bath for you, cleans you up, settles you back down on your bed and cooks a meal for you

incubus!chuuya who urges you to at least eat no matter how tired you are

incubus!chuuya who places you on his lap, faced forward. he picked up the silverware and brought it to your lips, telling you to be his good girl and eat

incubus!chuuya who, after successfully getting you to eat, places you back down on the bed to let you sleep and cleans up the mess

incubus!chuuya who leaves afterwards to buy you morning pills and leave it on your nightstand

incubus!chuuya who grabs a pen and paper and writes down his number for you before leaving

incubus!chuuya who smiles to himself as he saw your message on his phone the following evening, saving your contact with a '<3' as your name

rb and comments appreciated !!

#chuuya supremacy #bsd x reader #bsd #incubus!chuuya #chuya x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya headcanons #bsd headcanons #chuuya smut #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya imagines #sorry guys i rlly love chuuya #✎runiwrites #chuuya–bsd #⛌⛌⛌

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