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DEMON CHUUYA HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD 😭

ooh nooo a demon in the houusee. ( nsfw under the cut )

you summon him one night accidentally, maybe you're messing with your friends, maybe you were testing some stupid book you found. either way, you didn't expect it to actually work, magic isn't exactly the most common thing. and summoning a demon seems like it should've been more complex.

he could leave at any time, you both know that. but something about you gets him so infatuated that he cant help but stay. he can't help but tease you to see how you react to the things he does. he can't help but hide your essentials to watch the way you frantically look around. he finds you cute, like a shiny new toy.

chuuya is completely affectionate with you most days, curling himself beside you whenever you lay down to sleep at night. resting his head on your abdomen and purring as he watches you fall asleep. something in him is urging him to protect you, to follow you around. to do anything for you.

the way you stirr in your sleep, the little sounds you make as you nuzzle into the pillow. the hand you subconsciously rest on the back of his head and the way you scratch his scalp as your eyes remain shut.

he waits a night. just one, any longer and he'd be too desperate. it's a miracle he could contain himself for this long already. chuuya was never afraid of being direct, but something made him too scared to tell you his wants. deciding it'd be easier to just take them instead.

crawling over you while you rest, taking a moment to appriciate the way you sleep so peacefully, the blissful look on your face as you dream. he hopes you're dreaming about him, he hopes to consume all your thoughts and leave you with only him.

he doesn't bother to fully unclothe you, nipping at your neck while his claws tear at your pyjama shorts and underwear, inhaling your scent deeply as he gently spreads your thighs. he could easily get addicted to this. and fuck was he thankful his eyes could see in the dark.

his pupils flit up to check your expression. smiling as he sees you still asleep. he has to be fast, he knows you'd wake up from something like this. dipping his head down to lick a single stripe up your sex, subconsciously purring at the taste. damn his addictions. he wanted this to be a one time thing.

he was already needy, tugging his cock out to line it with your entrance. prepwork was important, he knew that. but there was no time for anything like that. he could just take it slow, shouldn't be too difficult, right?

the sentence leaves his mind when he bottoms out, his jaw falling slack as he desperately bites back a groan. being vocal in bed had never been a con until now. but he'd be damned if you woke up because of something like that. his claws dug into your waist as he rolled his hips, letting out little gasps and splutters as he choked everything back.

he could see the way you started to squirm, how your legs hooked around him. he could pass it off as a wet dream in the morning. he could call you cute and lie. saying humans are strange while they rest. chuuya noticed the way your eyes squeezed tightly shut, he wasn't gonna last long like this, you're adorable.

the knot at the base of his cock was unbearably painful, cussing under his breath as he managed to push it inside of you. his thighs tremble as he fills you, letting out little shushing sounds and caressing your cheek as you let out a whine.

he'd help you out in the morning. but for now - he rests his head on your chest and listens to your heartbeat, feeling the way even in your sleep you wrap your arms back around him gently. you're his human, he was staying with you forever.

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why does this have over 1k notes?? 😭

— [🪐] ·˚ ༘ ✎ 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 | 𝐚. 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: it’s no secret that most people see armin as a sweet, innocent little thing. i mean, how couldn’t you? his sweeter than honey smile, bright blue eyes, and gentle voice pulls everyone in! however, what happens when you end up finding out that little mr. perfect isn’t as nice as everyone thinks he is?

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 :: fem bodied reader, porn with a plot (kinda), manipulative!armin, jealous!armin, pervy!armin, mean!armin, ooc!armin, swearing, dark content as armin is kinda manipulative, armin sorta shames you for what you wear at one point, nsfw themes - armin jacking off to you, oral (female receiving), breeding kink, slight choking, light dacryphilia (armin likes seeing you cry), fingering, virgin reader, overstim, pet names/endearing terms (honey, baby, sweet girl, etc.), slight dumbification. all characters are aged up & are in college. if i missed anything just let me know!

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: this is my first time ever writing something like this so if it sucks i’m so sorry 😭. i really hope it makes sense.. i feel like the plot just kinda fell apart but oh well. i’ve just been having extreme brainrot for armin. big thanks to my friend @oyusumi​ for beta reading like.. half of this and inspiring me to finally post.

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me 😭

if i call you "bro" or "girl" just know i fw u🤞

edit [adding to my list of nicknames]; dawg, zawg

vulgar nicknames such as; bitch, whore, slut but you're my bitch-whore-slut [as i say lovingly]

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oral fixation go brrr

let’s talk men who love to satisfy your oral fixation!!! after telling him your embarrassing secret that you almost always have to have something in your mouth he was moreee than obliged to meet your needs—whether it was buying numerous lollipops for you to suck on or shoving his semi hard dick in your mouth while he mindlessly scrolled on his phone. but your favorite? his fingers. they were so long and slender it was impossible for you not to get addicted!!! normally lollipops would satisfy you but on days where you were stressed and overstimulated what you really needed was his fingers shoved down your throat while he told you how pretty you were :((( and that’s exactly what he’d do!! he’d have you on his lap, chest to chest while his thumb gently traced your plump, glossed up lips. “‘nother rough day sweet thing?” he’d whisper slowly inserting his thumb into your awaiting mouth. he didn’t need an answer ever—he just knew by the pout on your face and the way you’d pick at your clothes that you needed some extra lovin’ from him that he was more than willing to give. after a few moments of you sucking his thumb he’d whisper a soft, “ready for more angel?” to which you’d nod your head quickly. in a flash you’d be cradled in his arms, his index and middle finger halfway inserted into your mouth meanwhile praises would be flying from his mouth left and right. “such a pretty girl….smart too. i’m the luckiest man in the world aren’t i?” ah how you loved to be called his pretty girl. usually you’d end up falling asleep due to him playing with your hair but, on days where you were feeling even needier than usual the same fingers that were in your mouth would be knuckles deep in your pussy while his mouth was pressed against yours and you’d be sucking on his tongue ofc bc ur insatiable.

— eren, JEAN, reiner, toji, GOJO, CHOSO, rindou, izana, HANMA, DRAKENNNN, rengoku, tengen, AIZAWA, and yk what i’m gonna put hange too bc they’d definitely pamper you to the fullest extent >:(

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shut up, i didn’t tear up reading this

yes i did-

BIGGEST LIE I EVER SAID . . . you finally pick up one of chuuya’s drunk phone calls.

ft. chuuya + f!reader, exes to lovers, implied blackout, taking care of hungover chuu, making up / out, 2.5k w.c.

chuuya is more used to loneliness than he’d ever admit. it came with the nature of his ability and his line of work, but it had only taken a few months with you to completely change his world, years of defense mechanisms overwritten by your soft touches and sweet words. now that it’s over, he can’t find it in himself to break his newfound habits, stubbornly clinging to their familiarity and basking in the fleeting warmth of the embers of your relationship.

even now that he goes to his favorite bar alone, he still covers the seat next to him with his jacket. it’s the one to his right; he always chose the seat closest to the door between the two of you, just in case.

he can still imagine the lipstick mark that would be left on his glass when you’d steal a sip, and he takes one pretending he’s pressing his mouth around it. he frowns as he swallows; was there anything left that wouldn’t remind him of you?

he downs the rest of what’s left in his glass, licking the stray scarlet drop that curls onto his bottom lip. his gloved hand is numb to the chill of the wine bottle as he pours himself another; it’s the last of it. today was hard, dozens of his men needlessly dying due to one subordinate’s laziness. all he wants is to hold you and let you make him forget all about his shitty day; you would’ve threaded your fingers through his hair and rubbed his scalp, letting his tension melt away off his shoulders, and then, he would’ve kissed you until it was all out of his system. instead, he’ll stumble home and spend the rest of his night in his empty penthouse, stress sitting in a tight knot in his stomach, mixed with the queasiness of too much alcohol and the ache of longing for you that never seems to go away.

god, he fucking misses you.

he pulls his phone from his pocket with one hand, the other still carefully cradling his wine glass. he lazily presses on your contact, still saved to his favorites. his eyes trail over your photo: it’s from when he brought you out to shizuoka. your hair is windblown and knotted from the motorcycle ride there, but you’re beaming at him, cheeks dimpled and eyes closed. his black jacket is draped over your shoulders, a stark contrast to the gold and peach of the setting sun behind you.

his thumb hovers over the call button. he only does this when he’s just drunk enough to ignore how bad of an idea it actually is, and to hear the sweet sound of your voice through your mailbox. it’s always after midnight when he calls, when he knows it’s too late for you to be awake and you won’t pick up. 

good. he hopes you’re sleeping well. 

he finally presses down on the call button, listening to the line ring. the leather of his glove is smooth against the glass as his finger traces the curve of his cup.

one…

he counts the buzz of the rings in his head. it always took five.

two…

he thrums his fingers against the bar’s dark wooden counter in a lazy rhythm. he wonders if you’re wearing that cute pajama set he loved so much tonight, with those tiny shorts that drove him crazy. maybe you fell asleep with your light on again, the way you used to when you’d wait for him to come home.

thrー

“hello?”

everything stops: his fingers, his thoughts, his heartbeat. he pulls the phone away from his ear, making sure this is actually happening, and he wasn’t hearing your voice in some alcohol-induced hallucination.

“...chuuya?” it’s muffled, and when he brings the phone back up, he can hear your sheets ruffle as you sit up in bed, your voice slurred in a sleepy rasp. “is everything okay?”

the room feels like it’s tilting, the dim lights of the bar haloing and growing fuzzy. he thinks he’s saying something, but he isn’t sure what. he feels sick, like his stomach is twisting itself and trying to crawl up his throat; he’s about to spill his guts out. 

then he wakes up.

he only opens his eyes slightly before he squeezes them shut again. everything is too bright, and his head pounds in that special way that means he’s hungover or just used corruption. he groans, rolling over and burying his face into his pillow. it feels softer than he remembers, brain feeling like it’s full of static, disoriented and half awake. he swears the sheets smell just like the perfume you used to wear.

you.

he forces his eyes back open, lifting his head. that’s your dresser in the corner. these are your sheets, and there’s you, sitting on the other edge of the bed, typing on your phone. your hair is pulled back, and he can see your profile perfectly, just as gorgeous as he remembered. you see him move from the corner of your eye, looking up and meeting his groggy gaze.

“you’re up,” you stretch over to your nightstand, handing him the bottle of water there. it’s cold, small beads of condensation dripping down the sides. “finally. drink this.”

he downs half of the bottle in one go, the chill coating and soothing his aching throat. his voice is still raspy when he speaks, deeper than usual. “what am i doin’ here?”

“you don’t remember?” you tilt your head, smiling teasingly. “i guess you haven’t changed much. you’re still a lightweight.”

“gimme a break,” he grumbles into the mouth of the water bottle, taking another big sip. he’d let you get away with poking fun at him when he felt so shitty just this once. he tells himself it’s only because your cheeky smile looked so pretty in the daylight flitting through your curtains. “i was wasted.”

“i know,” you get up from the bed, moving toward your closet and shuffling around. he watches the way your legs strain as you reach on your tiptoes for something. you are wearing those shorts he loved so much, and he tries not to stare too obviously at the way they ride up your thighs.“i’m the one who picked you up when you were half unconscious.”

he hears you sigh and the soft sound of fabric as you push shirts around until you finally pull something off a hanger.

“here,” you’re holding a white button-down, and he recognizes it immediately; he has identical ones, pressed and dry-cleaned, lined in his closet. “you’ll feel better after you take a shower.”

“you kept this?” he pinches the fabric between his fingers; silky smooth, just how he liked it. your eyes widen, hand stiffening as you grip the shirt a little tighter. “thought you said you were gonna burn all my stuff.”

“whatever,” you sigh, rolling your eyes and tossing the shirt into his lap. “it was too expensive to get rid of. you already know where the towels are.”

he does know. his favorite part of his days was coming to your place after work, and he still remembers how warm he felt when you gave him a key so he could sleep next to you on nights when mafia work ran into the early hours of the morning.

he moves sluggishly when he gets out of your bed. he grabs a towel from the little shelf in your bathroom before he turns the water on, waiting for it to get warm and looking over your counter; you still have that expensive face mask he bought for you on an overseas mission, and he remembers how he’d stood between your legs as you sat on the counter, hands smoothing the curve of your hips as you brushed it onto his skin.

he takes his time in the shower, scrubbing himself clean lazily, muscles fatigued and sore. the white tea scent of your body wash soothes him the same way it would when he’d bury his face against your neck before he fell into another dreamless sleep.

when he comes out, dried off and dressed, you’re in front of the stove, the familiar smell of miso soup lingering through the hallway. he nearly wraps his arms around your waist out of the familiarity of it all, but clenches his fists at his sides to stop himself.

there’s a bouquet of flowers in the center of your small dining room table, a bundle of camellias and baby’s breath resting mockingly in a vase filled halfway with water. he glares at them as he sits down, thinking about what asshole could’ve bought them for you. did he write you poems on the card like chuuya did? he’d bet his own money he didn’t.

“by the way, those fell out of your jacket pocket,” you break the silence, nodding your chin towards the table; it's his cigarettes, one of the corners of the cardboard box bent. “you’re smoking again?”

“yeah,” he crosses his arms, fingers digging into his biceps. “i needed a new stress reliever. guess you found one too, huh?”

“what?”

“the flowers,” he mumbles. “is he treatin’ you good?”

you turn away from him and back towards the stove, but he can picture the look on your face when you speak, voice soft and tinged with a smile. “i bought those for myself.”

“oh,” he sits up a little straighter, sulk faltering as he clears his throat. “they’re nice.”

your socked feet are quiet as you approach the table. your hands are carefully cupped around the warm bowl of soup, and his eyes catch on your freshly painted nails. you must’ve gotten them done recently, and he tries not to think about how you used to love showing them off to him, or how nice it would feel when you’d drag them up and down his skin until the hair on his arms rose. you place it in front of him, full of steaming broth, kombu, and tofu floating serenely around slices of green onion.

he catches glances at you as you join him at the table, slurping his soup quietly. he didn’t think he could ever feel so unnatural around you, but tension clouds the air, awkward and uneasy. he stares into his bowl, like it could tell him what to say to fix this when you break the silence again. “do you remember what you said to me last night?”

he cringes; the last thing he remembers is that final glass of wine and your pretty voice on the other end of the line. he sighs through his nose, almost scared to hear your answer. “what did i say?”

“you said you missed me,” you brush your finger across the lone, pale pink flower petal that fell onto your table, tracing the curve of it, not meeting his eyes. “you asked me to pick you up and take you back home.”

you knew what he really meant: take me back to your apartment. it’s barely half the size of his penthouse, but it always felt like more of a home than his place ever did. there were signs of life dotted everywhere he looked, from your sink of dishes from last night’s dinner to your favorite candle in your living room, nearly burnt down to the bottom.

“you call a lot,” you finally look at him, voice quiet. “you don’t think i notice?”

“i know you do,” he whispers. “i only call so much ‘cause i miss you.”

you blink stubbornly, eyes watering. your lips tremble as you press them together, trying and failing to hold yourself together. he doesn’t hesitate to cup your cheeks between his palms, like it was an instinct.

“c’mon,” he sighs. “don’t do that. you know how much it breaks my heart.”

“i miss you too,” your voice shakes. “i really, really miss you, chuuya,” you melt against his chest the same way you always used to, arms wrapping around his shoulders and your forehead pushing against his neck. “i just want to stay like this for a few minutes,” you whisper pleadingly, words warm against his skin.

he could almost laugh; he’d stay with you for the rest of his life in your little dining room, holding you against him. he’d break the world in two for you if you asked him to.

“you’re still the best thing that ever happened to me,” he presses a kiss to your shoulder, and his heart flutters when you don’t push him away. he holds your waist, rubbing his thumbs against the small of your back. his cheek rests against your hair, and he inhales deeply. “i mean it.”

he isn’t ready to let you go when you lift your head off his shoulder all too soon, arms still solid around your waist when he feels your lips brush against his. you pull away just as quickly, but he cups your jaw before you can get too far. you fall back into each other like you were never apart, shakily exhaling in relief as your lips slot into perfect place against his own. chuuya loves you with every part of himself, and once he started, it was ingrained in him forever; loving you became a fundamental part of who he was.

you practically crawl into his lap, seating yourself on his thigh and wrapping your arms tighter around his shoulders. his tongue traces along your bottom lip, and the noise you make drives him fucking crazy; his breath stutters as you whimper against his mouth and melt between his hands. he caresses your sides with a tenderness only reserved for you, trailing down to the plush of your ass from muscle memory alone.

the edge of the table presses into his side, painfully prodding at the edge of his ribs, but all he can feel is your soft lips, parted and pliant against his, and the tip of your nails, scratching against his scalp and down his nape.

this is what he meant when he said he wanted to come back home.

“i won’t fuck it up this time,” he pulls back to look into your eyes. “it’s you and me. got it?”

you nod, cheeks wet against his palms, lips curled upward as you press a kiss to the slope of his nose.

“there’s that smile,” he grins, thumb stroking beneath your dewy lashes. “i missed it.”

“i missed you,” you press your hand against his the toned skin of his chest, feeling the heavy pound of his heart beneath your palms. “i’ve wanted to kiss you like that again for so long.”

“oh yeah?” he smirks, nose brushing against yours. “you stay up at night thinking about me or something?”

your fingertips are warm against his cheek as you shove his face away, scoffing as you slide off his lap.

“where do you think you’re going, baby?” he tugs you back, kissing the corner of your mouth. “don’t think i’m lettin’ you go again.”

BSD MASTERLIST

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bingo, bingo, baby

i love you

ain’t that crazy?

i want you

i want you

over again..

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i’m not crying. you’re crying. this was adorable 😭

chuuya x fem reader where they cuddle n stuff and it's cute

𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝓊𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 - 𝓃𝑜, 𝑜𝒷𝓋𝒾

𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎

Today’s shift was longer than expected for the both of you. Missions of gun fire and explosions of buildings that may or may not have been abandoned. Meetings with Mori about recent developments in companies that fronted the port mafia.

Like always, you and Chuuya saw each other at least once. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a shared lunch or some quality time in his office. Instead, it was you running down the hall to Mori with important information while he was strolling out the office.

He… well he missed you the entire day. And it only got worse… he had to do Akutugawas paperwork since he had gotten injured!

So, he texted you about an hour before end of shift.

Chuu <3

“Hey love, gonna be home a bit later tonight. Don’t worry about dinner, I know I won’t be hungry so late.”

Safe to say, your car ride home was lonely. The chauffeur even asking “Where is Mr. Nakahara?” When you entered alone.

You sighed, back against the leather and sank into a state of silence.

Feet in pain from missions, wrists cracking from the amount of writing. Your hair was probably a mess, lipstick on your collar from when you tugged at your shirt.

The car was smooth, luckily. A bump would’ve made your head spin.

You wanted two things. Chuuya, and your bed.

So when you finally unlocked that penthouse door, you practically flung off your shoes. Hoping you didn’t hit anything of importance.

First it was your belt, then your bottoms, than your top. At last your bra was off and you stumbled into the bedroom. A trail of discarded clothes behind you.

Instead of scavenging through your closet, you walked into Chuuya’s side.

It was mostly suits and buttons up, but a section was reserved for comfy clothes.

Picking out a simple t shirt he’d were on casual days, you put it on. Probably backwards, but that didn’t matter.

It still smelled like him, warm and safe.

You crashed into bed after turning off the house lights. Forgetting to close the curtains, the city neon illuminated the room blue, pink, green, and red.

Somehow, somewhere, you drifted off.

It wasn’t until you heard the creak of the bedroom door you woke up again.

Sky still as dark as space, neon still piercing your vision.

“Sweetheart… thank fucking god you’re home too.”

He didn’t bother to put on new clothes. The way you saw him was shirtless in some boxers. And god, if you weren’t so tired…

Never mind

He flipped back his hair before sitting in bed.

You pulled yourself closer to him, arms around his waist with your head on his lap.

“Missed you, princess.”

His heartbeat slowed, and his body calmed.

He slowly pet your head, running his hand to your cheek and using his thumb to draw circles.

He giggled, randomly to you.

“What?”

“Your shirt is backwards.”

Damn it, you knew it!

“Can I hold you? Not like this, but fully.”

All it took was your nod for him to hoist you up into his arms and maneuver you both into a laying position.

Your head on his chest, his arms around your waist.

This was a much easier way to hear his heartbeat. And gosh, was it relaxing.

Between the moments, your breathing synced. He kissed your forehead in the quiet.

So high up, no city sound was heard.

Then, he began to hum. A song that sounded to far away, but you could feel the rumble of his chest.

Each note making a different feeling in his skin to your head.

It was mindless, something he must’ve heard on the radio.

“I’ve missed this, I’m so happy you’re awake.”

He didn’t mind your silence, in fact he barely noticed it. His eyes were so focused on you, he likely would’ve seen lips moving without hearing them.

He was memorized.

Tired eyes covered by orange hair, and droopy eyelids from the exhausting life of Chuuya Nakahara.

But every night was a little easier with you around.

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aaaa you’re so sweet!! i’m sorry for the late response, this weekend has been a little hectic. but this made me smile! 🩵

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i’m actually going to cry. i’ve gotten 3 of the 5 ex characters and none of them have been chuuya 🥲

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i love making new friends!! i promise i don’t bite <3

Reblog this if it’s okay to DM you and shoot the friendship shot.

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if you receive this, you make somebody happy! go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. if you get one back, even better! 🖤

aaaa kels!! thank you so much!! i genuinely needed this rn fr. you’re the absolute sweetest. so glad to have you as a moot!!

i hope you’ve been doing well <3

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also, my stupid ass got matte and i didn’t want matte 😭

AND it’s chipping and i got them done YESTERDAY 😭

typing on a keyboard with acrylics will be the death of me. it is SO hard 😭

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typing on a keyboard with acrylics will be the death of me. it is SO hard 😭

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shut up. nobody talk to me.

i love april so much 😭

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STOP MILKY WHAT IS THIS 😭

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sometimes i lay in bed

listening to love songs

imagining that you’re laying next to me

listening along..

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did someone say chuuya nakahara? *whips head around fast enough to get whiplash*

y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?