#💌 :: chuuya

[lovedazai-archived]

PLAYING WITH THEIR HAIR

ft. dazai, chuuya, fyodor, sigma, tecchou

p.s.! ₊˚. inspired by this post on my old blog !! blowing u a kiss if u remember it, mwah <3 !!

DAZAI — dazai doesn’t know if he should let himself get used to this.

with freshly changed bandages and a full stomach, he lays his head on your lap, blissed out sighs falling from his lips as your fingers rub his scalp just right, gently tugging the knots out of his hair. he can’t remember the last time someone has made him feel so taken care of.

your nails drag across his temple, tucking his bangs behind his ear. he barely manages to suppress the shiver that makes its way up his spine when you trail your fingers down, tracing along his jawline.

he only opens his eyes when you lean down and kiss his nose, and he swears his heart stops; nobody has ever looked at him so softly before. he wants to spill his heart out, tell you how he’s certain you’re the reason he’s still alive.

he pulls the back of your head down to press a kiss onto your mouth instead, smiling against your lips when you huff. he whines when you pull away far too soon, raising himself on his elbows to follow you.

“you're supposed to be relaxing,” it’s always so hard to feel scolded by youーyou’re just too cute when you’re grumpyーbut it’s especially difficult now, when your smile is so sweet, and the tip of your nose brushes against his from how close you are.

he barely whispers "i am, i swear,” before his lips are on yours again, unable to hold in all of the love he feels; it bubbles up in his chest as he guides your hands back to his head.

the feeling of your mouth on his and your hands brushing through his hair is almost overwhelming, igniting something warm and tingly beneath his skin. he whines when you tug on his locks, soothing it away as your thumb traces the curve of his ear. he parts his lips enough for your tongue to trace inside, but you pull away all too soon again.

your nails trace along his scalp so gently, and you’re looking at him so lovingly, he doesn’t know what else to do besides pull you closer. he needs more.

his heart pounds against his ribcage, racing without his permission; he doesn’t think he can make it slow down, even if he tried.

CHUUYA — when chuuya comes out of the shower, it’s with a towel hanging low on his hips and the sweet scent of his expensive body scrub clinging to his skin.

you watch him sort through his drawer for a pair of underwear, the long section of his hair taunting you with the way it beads water, stray drops dribbling down his toned chest. his bangs fall limply over his nose, and your eyes follow his fingers as he brushes them back.

it doesn’t take long for him to catch your gaze on him, lips rising into a cocky smile as he looks at you over his shoulder.

“like what you see, baby?”

you nod, holding your grabby hands out from where you sit on the edge of his bed, waiting for him to join you. his smile only grows, and he pulls a pair of sweatpants up his waist before he settles in front of you.

the spot where your knees open is the perfect size for him to rest his head in your lap. you brush back all the stray pieces of his bangs, watching them flutter back against his forehead. his hair is like silk, smoothly gliding through the gaps of your fingers. you treat it like something fragile, even if chuuya was anything but.

"i'm starting to think you're only with me for my hair,” he tilts his head back to look at you, but you're quick to push it forward, shushing him. he pinches your thigh, but it doesn’t take long for his grumpy mumbles to fade away as your nails drag against his scalp.

you twirl the longer strands around your fingers, tangling and untangling them. you brush against the crown of his head, watching his shoulders sag. you wish he could have moments like this more often, always so busy protecting the city, protecting you.

you brush his hair to the side, placing a kiss on his neck as his baby hairs rise along his nape. when you peek at his face, his eyes are barely open, and soft, even breaths leave his parted lips.

“chuuya,” you brush your lips against his ear, and he lets out a little grunt in response. “do you want to go to sleep?"

“‘m awake, i swear,” he turns himself to rest his cheek on your thigh, pressing a kiss against the side of your knee. "keep goin’."

FYODOR — you had only come over to his desk out of curiosity, peeking over his shoulder to see what he was working on. before you even realize it, he’s talked you into keeping him company, and you end up in one of his extra chairs with your legs across his lap. the scent of earl grey fills the air from your half drank tea cups, a symphony of soft strings playing against the background of his quiet typing.

his ushanka is put aside, folded neatly on his desk. his bangs rest against his nose, stray pieces falling dangerously close to his pretty eyes. he hums his thanks as you tuck them behind his ear, touch lingering.

you run your fingers through the little pieces framing his face, tracing the way they curl inward towards his cheeks. your fingers catch on knots, and you frown. you don’t even notice that he’s looking at you from the corner of his eye as you comb through his hair, gently detangling it.

“you should take better care of yourself, fedya,” you whisper, twirling the smoothed strands around your finger.

“there’s no need,” he smiles. “you already do such a lovely job.”

it was rare for fyodor to let his emotions present themselves so physically, but in the safety of your gaze, he lets himself visibly relax. you brush your fingertips through his hair diligently, and each time your nails graze a certain spot on his scalp, his eyes fall closed, a little smile growing on his lips. he was just too cute, but you knew better than to tease; it was rare to see him so genuinely at peace. you wonder how many people had the chance to touch him so intimately, if at all.

“you’re quite the distraction today, dear,” he comments, leaning back in his chair, hand leaving his keyboard to settle on your thigh.

"am i?" you gather his bangs between your fingers, brushing them back so you can press your lips to his forehead. you let the dark locks slide through the gaps between your fingers, watching them flutter back down into place against his forehead.

just as your hand leaves his head, cold fingers wrap around your wrist, holding it in place.

"i didn't tell you to stop, did i?”

SIGMA ー when sigma first came into your room, it was with shaky hands and downturned lips, confidence visibly wavering in a way he only let show in front of you. you draw him into your lap, and he rests his head against your thighs with a deep exhale. you pull on his tie, loosening it as he scrunches his eyes shut, trying his best to relax.

“it’s okay,” you whisper. “i got you.”

you rub your thumb across his forehead, soothing his furrowed brows. he’s stiff in your hold, gripping his thighs through his pants, cheeks dusted pink.

you smooth your hand across his head, watching the way it makes his lips twitch. you brush through the purple side of his bangs, each choppy layer fluttering back down into place through your fingers.

you trace along the zig-zag of his part with just enough pressure to melt away the tension in his neck and make him unclench his jaw. both sides of his hair are separated perfectly, and you twirl them around your finger, watching the colors swirl together like soft serve ice cream.

when you look at his face again, he’s finally relaxed, with his pretty lips parted and his long, white lashes resting against his cheeks. you bend down and kiss him, smiling when his eyes open dazedly.

“have i ever told you how pretty you are?”

“yes,” he mumbles, fidgeting beneath your gaze. even quieter, he says, “but you’re the prettiest.”

his face scrunches up into a frown when you coo over him, pinching his cheek as he tries to swat your hand away. he catches it between his own, intertwining your fingers.

“can you…” he draws small hearts with his thumb on your skin. “…keep going?”

“only if you take the rest of the day off and spend it with me instead.”

he raises your hand to his lips, smiling against your knuckles. “consider it done.”

TECCHOU ー tecchou had sought you out as soon as he came home. he’d barely stripped off his uniform before he was crawling on top of you and snuggling his face into your chest, effectively pinning you to your bed. you smooth your hand down the lines of muscles along his back, tracing up and down the dip between his shoulder blades.

you trail your hand up his nape, burying your fingers into his hair. you comb through the mess, endlessly entertained at how it defiantly pops up in all directions no matter how many times you run your fingers through the strands or smooth them down beneath your palm. his expression is neutral as always, eyes closed, lashes resting against his rosy cheeks.

he’s been so still and quiet, you thought you’d lulled him to sleep, until you pulled your hand back and were immediately met with wide, expectant eyes.

you grab one of the longer strands, tickling his cheek with it.

“you stopped,” he says. “keep going, please.”

a giddy smile grows on your face, delighted he's enjoying this as much as you are. you gather his bangs through your fingers, running your nails against his scalp and gently pushing them back. his entire body is lax except for his hands, gripping your shirt, pressing you closer into his firm chest.

his eyes are heavy and lidded, finally falling shut when you scratch against his scalp a little firmer. his head tilts forward, but he straightens it each time, resisting sleep. you press a kiss against the little markings under his eye.

“why don’t you go to sleep?” you whisper, and his eyes crack open.

“but this feels so good,” he drops his cheek back to your chest. “i don’t want you to stop.”

“i won’t, i promise,” you seal it with a kiss against forehead. “your hair is so soft. i could do this forever.”

“okay,” you twirl a section of wayward strands around your finger, tugging gently, and he sighs a content, heavy exhale. “if you promise.”

BSD MASTERLIST

[kentopedia]

˚₊‧꒰ა skin — chuuya nakahara

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎. chuuya's acting different… but you brush it off and don't think anything of it.

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈. fluff, suggestive but sfw, f!reader, domestic life, established relationship, implied dubcon, open ending, horror/mystery elements, wc: 2.5k

𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈. i'm a bit nervous to see how this will be received, so pls reblog or drop a comment if you enjoy <3

part of my summerween series !

the scent of freshly brewed coffee and your favorite breakfast food are the first things that you smell when you wake up. for a few moments, you think it’s a dream — when’s the last time chuuya cooked this early in the morning? you half expect to walk out there and wake up again later, finding that you’d never opened your eyes at all.

but when you roll out of bed, tug a robe over your shoulders, chuuya is there, a presence larger than life, almost, standing in front of the stove, and you are undeniably awake.

you wrinkle your eyebrows together, glancing at the plates scattered across the counter. in your two years of marriage, this is the first that you’ve seen such a display. chuuya isn’t a morning person, he never has been, and usually something quick is enough to settle his stomach for a while.

“chuuya?” you asked, sitting at the table, his back still turned to you. he’s fully dressed, hair falling in loose waves over his shoulders, burning brighter from the sun filtering in through the window. “what are you doing?” 

your husband turns, smiling at you over his shoulder. as always, it takes your breath away. he is so handsome, sometimes, it makes you forget yourself. “can’t i cook for my beautiful wife?” he asks, sliding a cup of coffee to you on the tabletop. 

you smile, as his hands graze your temple, brushing your hair behind your ear. “you never cook breakfast. you don’t like it.”  besides, this is far too much for two people to enjoy.

he laughs, leaning down to kiss your forehead, then the small, confused wrinkle between your eyes. it slips away as you sit up straighter, capture his lips with your own, tasting the coffee on his mouth.

“but you do,” chuuya says.

you’re honestly indifferent towards breakfast, but you let it slide, tucking your chin into your hand as you watch him work away. if he wants to do something nice, you’re not going to stop him. “weren’t you supposed to leave for a job this morning?” 

chuuya shrugs, “i’m reassigned, i guess the boss wanted to send akutagawa instead. i’ll be staying in the city for this one, so you won’t get the chance to miss me.” 

it makes sense now, why he had so generously made you breakfast. you stand, taking a longer sip of your coffee, before going to wrap your arms around his stomach, smell the hot food that wafts from behind him. “oh, so you had some time to kill?” you tease, running your hands across his abdomen. “and you decided to cook instead of doing… something else?” 

your fingers trace a pattern around the zipper of his jeans, which are steadily growing tighter. chuuya grabs your wrist, tugs your hands away with a pointed look. “yes,” he says, through his teeth. “and you’re making it difficult.” 

you lazily grin back, pressing one last kiss to his jawline before grabbing your coffee again, and standing beside him at the counter. 

chuuya cooks with a precision that you’re not sure you’ve ever seen before, delicately measuring each ingredient, tapping them into the bowls and pans. usually, he goes by his own instincts, and while he is by no means a great cook, he pulls things together in a way that only he could do. now, though, he seems almost uncertain, like he’s silently praying that everything will turn out alright.

“chuuya?” you ask, watching him carefully. his face contorts strangely as he looks over at you, but then it clears up, and he smiles, looking just as warm as he did the moment you walked into the room. 

“yeah, baby?” 

you want to ask him if he’s feeling alright—but that would shatter the mood, wouldn’t it? the serene morning bliss that has settled between you, as it so rarely seems to anymore. and it’s a blessing, not to have to watch him walk out that door and put himself in danger, able to spend more time with you. 

shaking your head, you smile, and kiss him on the cheek softly. “never mind. i love you.” 

“love you too.” he says it back immediately, which is also a little unlike your husband. there is always a pause before, like he’s not sure he’s allowed to maintain this sort of affection, like it’ll be taken away if he dares to speak the truth. he cherishes the love he has for you in that tiny pause, before relinquishing it, shoulders only relaxing when he sees you standing there, safe and sound. 

but it’s been years since you’ve been together. you’re married, settled down — as settled as he can be as a mafia executive. perhaps he’s just relaxed into the fact that your love is eternal, and he's more confident in the notion that it won’t be taken away from him. 

the rest of the morning passes quickly, when you and chuuya find yourselves back into bed, mouths still tasting of coffee, the windows open just enough to clear out the smell of sweat between you, and the pans that have not fully been scrubbed. 

at some point, you feel asleep, and you wake back up, overheated from the sheets tucked closely to your naked body. the sunlight filtering in through the glass is worse than metal of a furnace. your hair sticks to your scalp, and you spend the next half hour in the shower, dreading the looming months of summer and the heat that comes with it.

although there’s plenty of things for you to do while chuuya’s gone, you don’t feel like doing much of anything. just one of those days, you reason, even if it’s hard to rationalize that, when chuuya’s out there risking his life, and you’re inside, mindlessly scrolling through your phone and the picking up books you can’t bring yourself to read.

it’s a blur of a day, between very slowly making your way through the pile of laundry you’d forgotten to fold, and cleaning the sheets that had been washed just a few days earlier. chuuya returns, and suddenly, your foul mood caves into something much more pleasant, that pit in your stomach dissipating. 

you still worry about him, constantly, even though you know he’s chuuya nakahara, and there are very few things on this earth that can challenge him. still, he’s your husband—you can’t help it.

chuuya kisses you as he returns, smiling into it, his fingers curling into the hair behind your ears. 

“i can make dinner tonight,” you say, even though you don’t really feel like it. but he sees right through it, just like you knew he would. you can’t hide much from him. 

“it’s okay. i’ll pick something up. know you haven’t been feeling up to it this week.” 

you smile and kiss the palm of his hand, the leather of his glove cool against your mouth. how nice it is to be so loved by him, to be seen, for even the simplest of signs. “okay. thanks.” 

he nods, leaves to retreat into the bedroom and change his dirtied shirt into a clean one. it’s then, that you notice he’s laid his coat across the back of one of your chairs — unusual, for him to wear it so far into the house. 

you furrow your brow and pick it up, planning on hanging it on the rack by the door. but you notice, then, that it’s an older one, different from the coat he normally wears. the designer is the same, but there’s a hole in the pocket, which tells you he didn’t care enough to have it fixed. 

an odd feeling twists itself inside you again. a bout of paranoia, likely. that’s all, isn’t it? you’re just having an off day, an off week, and you’re projecting that onto your husband, for no reason at all. 

a sigh escapes you, and you shake your head, simply hanging it back up on the coat rack, when you notice his hat isn’t there either. 

you frown, glancing back over your shoulder to the chair, the rest of the room. chuuya hadn’t been wearing it when he’d walked in, and you can’t remember seeing it on the rack before he left this morning. 

which was odd. chuuya never went anywhere without it.

you jump, a vibration pulling you out of your thoughts, your cell phone ringing, buzzing on the table right by the doorway. it’s chuuya’s name flashing across the screen, a photo of him bright under the glass.

“hello?”

“hey, baby.” 

you release a breath at the sound of chuuya’s voice. it instantly relaxes you, even though you, really, have no reason to be so alarmed.

your shoulders sink down, the tension draining from your body, and you smile instead, amused that he’s calling you from just one room over. the affectionate name twists your stomach up in butterflies and knots, and you roll your eyes. “hi, chuuya.” 

“you have time to talk right now?” 

“i suppose.” 

“you suppose,” chuuya replies, snorting. “and here i thought you’d be happier to hear from me. i was about to apologize for not calling you earlier and everything.” 

that’s a weird thing to say, you think. “chuuya, you know, you didn’t need to call. you could’ve just walked back in here.” 

there’s a pause on the other end, a muffled sound in the background, like he’s getting out of a car. “what do you mean?” 

“i mean you could’ve just walked back in here.”

he doesn’t seem to understand, and fakes a laugh. “very funny.” there’s a voice on the other end, and chuuya says something to the sound, before turning his attention back to you on the phone. your brow furrows, eyes drifting over to the door. “anyway, i only have a few minutes, but—”

 “chuuya,” you say, feeling a tiny rush of fear swallow you. something is wrong. there’s no one in your house besides you and chuuya, and he’s been in your bedroom for minutes. you turn back around, facing the front door. "where are you?” 

“huh? i’m in osaka, remember? i told you about the entire thing last night.” he sighs, something between irritation and amused fondness.  “we had a pretty long conversation about it.” 

“osaka?” you repeat. “but—i just saw you. just a few minutes ago. just this morning”

there’s silence on the other end of the line, as chuuya breathes, gathers his thoughts. you can tell, even within a second, that he’s either trying not to panic, or let his confusion give way to anger. “no, you didn’t. i left early this morning, you were still sleeping—”

“who are you talking to?” 

you freeze. it comes from chuuya, but the chuuya that’s behind you, not the one you’re talking to on the phone. there’s a pinched look on his face as you turn, pretending like nothing is wrong. a guarded expression that wasn’t there before. 

your mind goes blank as you stare at him, mouth growing dry. “i—”

“say dazai,” chuuya says through the static of the phone. you’re not sure how he heard the imposter at all, but it settles you, snapping you back into action.

“dazai?” you nearly spit.

it’s not often you chat with dazai, of all people, on the phone. you’re not particularly close. but it’s a good call by chuuya. dazai wouldn’t be keeping tabs on the port mafia member’s whereabouts, wouldn’t know that chuuya was out of town, and akutagawa was never reassigned. but he’s still dangerous. still someone that could be a threat to whoever is pretending to be your husband.

“dazai," you continue, recovering from your questioning response smoothly. "can i call you back later?”

chuuya speaks to you the other line, playing along. “i’m going to call someone to come over there. pretend like nothing’s wrong. everything will be okay.” 

you feel tears prick the back of your eyes — you don’t want chuuya to hang up, but if the fake chuuya finds out you know, it could be an even worse outcome. 

“okay. got it. i'll call you tomorrow then.” 

“i love you.”

you resist the urge to answer the sentiment, and hang up the phone. 

the fake chuuya stares back at you, as intently as you stare at him, neither of you blinking as you put your phone back into your pocket.

“what did dazai want?” he asks, standing straight, his back tense as you take a step forward. 

there are a lot of weapons hidden around this house—chuuya has more than a handful of enemies, and wants to be prepared in case they ever find where he lives. where you live. 

you’d thought it overkill. now, you’re grateful to have at least a fighting chance; if you can only get to the pistol that he keeps in the closet, at the end of the hallway. 

“he’s working on a case. thought i might have some intel. i told him i’d look over the details tomorrow.” 

“i see.” chuuya — not chuuya, you remind yourself, even though he’s wearing his face — nods. he watches you walk closer the closet door, eyes darting between the handle and your body. his eyes flash. 

“you know,” he says, crisply, stopping you in your tracks. “i thought the phone might cause some issues. should’ve blocked the number this morning. amateur mistake on my part.”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean your husband called, didn’t he? the real one.” not chuuya smiles, but it’s ugly, almost as if it’s contorting, melting off his face. “you know he’s been gone all morning. it wasn’t him who made you breakfast, took you to bed after.” 

nausea fills your gut, and you look away, swallowing down the disgust that you feel. you can’t think about that. not now. 

“although, you wouldn’t have known by the way i touched you, would you? how i knew exactly what you enjoy. i have every one of chuuya’s memories now. i know all about him, all about you.” he takes a long stride. you’re both just a pace away from the door, from the gun. if he has any of chuuya’s strength, you’ll lose—you’re no match for that kind of power. 

you just need to hold him off, long enough for whoever chuuya sends over to help you. 

“and also,” the fake chuuya continues lazily, a laugh clipping at the end of his words. “i know about the gun you’re looking for.”

there’s a dark grin on his face that propels you into action. you lunge towards the closet door, throwing it open, and chuuya lets you. he laughs darkly, doesn’t make any attempt to stop you from fumbling around the inside of closet for a gun that he put there. it doesn’t take you long to figure out why.

the gun isn’t there.

thank you so much for reading! ❤︎ title and inspiration come from ep 1.06 of supernatural- tag list: @little-miss-chaoss @erebus-et-eigengrau @soleelia @k0z3me

[rusmii]

brain rotting on letting chuuya hit it raw for the first time 😫

hitting it raw with chuuya 4 the first time

tags. x fem!bodied reader with gn prns, car sex, chuuya hitting it from behind, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, driver is getting cucked, unmentioned convo abt forgetting condoms and deciding to raw dog in the car with no shame or regard for the driver.

"quiet," he hisses, shoving his fingers into your mouth as his cock bullies your cunt. your throat closes around his fingers, gagging on the tips as he pulls you back onto his cock—your hair bundled up in his palm. "shut the fuck up, i said- or do you need to be muzzled ?" he threatens, despite not being worried about the poor driver up in front.

you shook your head, biting the cushion beneath you—the leather being sticky and wet from his previous loads. he grunts into your shoulder, "fuck~ 'm gonna-!" it doesn't take long for his twitching dick to plunge straight into your core—his cock spurting more cum than your body could handle. you flinch, body spasming while cumming over being fucked dumb.

"shiit-" chuuya groans, his thighs being coated in a new sticky layer of his and yours cum combined, " 'baby yer' squeezin'- gonna- hn~ gonna milk the shit outta' me," he whines behind you—his sensitive dick still rooted inside your pussy. "chuuya!~" you moan his name, hips still rocking back on him. chuuya hissed in overstimulation, gripping your hips with his hands. "again? jesus— 'm gonna get you pregnant at this rate." he laughs it off, pushing you off his cock before slamming you back on it.

his dick squishes against your spot, causing you to squeal and get sent to the heavens and below. as you two were raw dogging it in the back, the driver in front had swore to himself that he wouldn't look back—but sometimes men couldn't help themselves. taking a glance through the mirror, he watches as his superior takes you from behind, cock punching into your cervix so hard, it has you seeing stars.

he sighs, still staring—almost immediately noticing chuuyas sharp glare looking back at him. his breath hitches in fear, quickly moving his attention back on the road.

𓂃ⵌ ©ʀᴜꜱᴍɪɪ 2ᴋ24 :: don't steal, plagiarize/copy, steal my works, or feed it to ai (¬`‸´¬)

[masuchu]

↻ MAKING OUT WITH THEM ?!

pairing. dazai x reader, chuuya x reader, fyodor x reader, nikolai x reader

warnings. suggestive themes, groping, afab!reader, a lot of sex mentions

a/n. not a anon request, purely just me rambling! i haven’t posted for fyodor yet, so this’ll be his debut on my blog (#^.^#)

dazai —

making out with dazai is,, messy.

to be honest, dazai is always dying to make out with you. the small kisses and pecks he gives you throughout the day are only because he can’t have a full blown sloppy make out session with you in public

(well, he thinks you can, but you’ve scolded him many times for it, so he’s settled for not getting a bonk on the head)

once he has your permission to shove his face onto yours, his hands will drift elsewhere. he can’t help it!! he’s got a pretty girl who wants to make out with him and you expect him to keep his hands to himself? nuh uh.

he’s got one hand holding your chin in place for himself, making it easy to keep his lips on yours, and his other hand changing its whereabouts every so often.

it’s either on your ass or your tiddies, he’s a man of culture of course!! (will give em’ a squish while he’s at it, if he can turn this into something else then you best know he’ll try hard.)

a piece of advice; brush your hands through his hair.

he loves the feeling of your soft fingers slowly kneading through his locks! it’s really relaxing for him, and the feeling is amplified when he’s biting your lip and locking his mouth onto yours.

oh, and he will not, for anything, let you go. you’ve willingly put yourself into this make out sesh, and you aren’t coming out of it without heavily bruised lips and messy hair

he might let up if you really need the toilet, but even so, he’ll sit next to the door and whine “bellaaaaaaaa :((“ constantly

he’s so annoying but are we complaining? no.

but overall making out with dazai is just— he’s so good. it’s the perfect balance of teasing you, and indulging in his own desires and just kissing all ur thoughts away <33

chuuya —

guys i’m actually writing this from experience it happened last night ( ´ ▽ ` )

i wish :((

anyways!! making out with chuuya is so hot oml. he’s such a gentlemen in every way possible, he makes making out so— idek.

he’ll have one hand on your waist, another through your hair and he’ll be slowly kissing you, just making you desperate until you loose patience and slam your lips onto his

like dazai, his hands will wander. but they won’t go too far, maybe just sliding up and down your back, hooking on the waist band of your shorts and sliding up your shirt

(he can definitely undo ur bra with one hand, and he absolutely will. but we’ll talk about that later..)

once he’s into it, he won’t hold back. it’s all or nothing, hun. you’ll have bruised lips, bite marks all down your neck, red finger marks on your hips and hickies littered everywhere he can reach

drunk make out sessions with chuuya are probably a common occurrence. he’ll have a glass of wine slipped between two fingers, his other hand making a ‘come here’ gesture

his kisses will be sloppy and desperate, filled with a need only wine can provide. the bittersweet taste will fill your buds and god, it’s just hot

he’s another one who loves having his hair played with. if you don’t know where to put your hands, put em’ on his head, babe.

chuuya himself loves kissing you. he wishes that he could get drunk off of making out with you, but he can’t, so he’ll settle for kissing you until you both can’t think anymore <33

you will undeniably have a million marks littered around your body, all purple and aching. you like to take them as little reminders of his love, showing you that you’re his and he’s yours . and that’s how it’ll stay

basically, i need a chuuya and so do you.

fyodor —

now, you’ll probably be the desperate one in this ordeal, but even so, fyodor is more then willing to indulge you~

you’ve probably been pawing at him for a few minutes, asking softly “are you finished now, love?” as he types at his computer, and he’s decided he’ll humour you for a little bit

it probably feeds his ego to know that you’re so desperate to feel him and kiss him, and you won’t get what you want without a few sly teases from him

“what’s this, hmm? so desperate for me, darling..”

masu becoming a fyodor simp??? thought the day would never come-

i think fyodor is quite possessive of you, after all, he loves you a lot and nobody has ever achieved that before. therefore he feels a need to claim you, to make it known to the world that you are his, nobody elses.

he’ll start of by leaving dark bruises over your neck and chest, pulling away and admiring his work for a few seconds. maybe he’ll leave some bites while he’s at it, his inner sadist really does love the face you make as his teeth dig into your skin

when he finally kisses you, he tastes like black tea and caffeine. something that would be horrid on anybody else but is so enticing with him,,

the way his lips move slowly, giving you what you want but not how you want it, it’ll drive you insane. but you know thats what he wants, he wants you desperate for him. he loves the rush it gives him when your eyes glaze over with need and your hands ball into fists

when he get’s rough is when the fun really starts. his hands that were placed still on your waist start to move upwards towards your lower back, another coming up to your chin.

i think secretly, he’s quite touch starved. he’ll pretend to dislike affection but when your hands cup his cheeks or slide over his skin, he can’t deny the chills he gets and his guilty want for more

he’s probably an annoying one to make out with, because he’s cocky and loves the way you love him, but he’s still a human inside and out. sometimes, only sometimes, you’ll get to see a side of him he hasn’t shown anybody, and that’s a treasure you really should savour

nikolai —

making out with nikolai can go one of two ways; annoying and filled with pent up fustration or cute and loving after a tiring day

either way, you’re still getting teased one way or another!!

like dazai, he is always desperate to make out with you 24/7, the only difference is that he won’t listen when you complain about him shoving his lips on yours in public, in fact, he’ll do it even more so he can see you covering your tinted cheeks with your palms

there have probably been complaints made about the two of you but, you don’t really care. it’s not like you hate it, actually, you love it.

nikolai loves anything that involves touching you, teasing you, seeing you and being near you, so makeout sessions are a common occurrence in your life

he loves sliding his hands down your sides while he’s kissing you, watching the way you squirm slightly in his lap and giggle at the ticklish feeling makes him happy, he just can’t tell why, love or something (cutie)

he’s another one that likes his hair being played with! he likes the feeling of your scratching his scalp, and if his hair isn’t in a braid, he’ll love it if you mess around with it and make cute little plaits while you’re both kissing <333

if you catch him on day where he’s not feeling teasing and annoying, you’re in for a treat,,

he’ll be pouty and whiny, clinging to you tightly and asking “can i kiss you now, kolya? pretty please?”

it’s super endearing to see him let down his guard and be soft for once, and it’s definitely something that doesn’t happen often, making it special for you

but for now.. you’ve got a hyper, teasing man on your case sooo!!

he’s another sadist, not a major one, but a sadist all the same. one of his favourite things to do is to pinch ur butt while his mouth is pressed on yours just so he can hear you squeak into his mouth and jump a little in his arms!!

he’s full of surprises and you have yet to figure out if they’re good or bad…

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[leeknowbuttsmasher]

paper rings.

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࣭genre: fluff

featuring: Ranpo x Female reader

word count: 0.5k

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ranpo was determined, determined to make your day better by gifting you something special. well it all started when he saw you post this one song called paper rings on your story and that's when he knew that you would love this little gift of his.

never did ranpo ever think that he'd end up so frustrated while making a paper ring, his desk littered with colourful sheets and a pair of scissors, going through all the difficulties just to create a simple yet a thoughtful gift.

after hours of work and countless mistakes he was finally able to make one using his own creativity and skills, though it didn't look as good as he wanted it to, he was still satisfied by whatever he had created.

"i hope she likes this" was all he could think of as he secured the ring in a small box, he couldn't wait to reach back home and see your reaction.

he felt a tingle run down his spine as he looked at you. he didn't expect himself to react in such a way—he could feel the warmth inside his chest, the beating of his heart, and the sudden rush of emotions.

looking down at the paper ring in his hand, it wasn't that he couldn't afford anything better, he knew that you deserved more than just a poorly glued paper ring but he also knew that the ring was a gift like no other.

without wasting another moment he called you out, holding out the small box where he had placed the ring earlier.

"what's this?" you asked with a tint of excitement in your tone.

"find it out yourself" he said as he placed the box in her palms. though his face showed no signs of nervousness— the boy was shaking inside, watching you nervously as you opened the box.

as you opened the box revealing whatever was in there, your eyes lit up with joy and surprise. you were overwhelmed by the feeling of love and gratefulness.

"did you make it?" she asked, she knew he did it and she couldn't find a way to express how good she felt at ranpo's sweet gesture.

"you like it?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"i love it!" you exclaimed, your heart melting just by the thinking about the amount of hardwork he must've put into creating this ring for her.

"i know this isn't much but i tried something new" he chuckled.

"isn't enough?" she gasped "honey this single handedly has raised the bar so high— i love it"

her eyes sparkled with joy and happiness as she went about how much this meant for her and how thoughtful it was to gift her such a thing.

your reaction was enough to fill him with pride as he listened to her admiring the ring intently, adding his own remarks and how it wasn't so easy to make one in between.

"i like shiny things but I'd marry you with this paper ring on the spot if i had a chance to."

"who is stopping you?"

moo's note!:

(THIS WAS SO RUSHED)² LIKE i was writing a rindou fic but well i couldn't stop myself from writing this. I hope you enjoyed this one! Thank you for reading this and please forgive me if this wasn't up to the mark! I'll try my best to improve as fast as i can!!!🫶🫶🫶

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[blake-elladonna]

Where are you?

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

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟏 𝐦𝐢𝐧. 𝟏𝟎 𝐬𝐞𝐜.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hello there!

I’m not really sure how to start this, but I’ve been in a bit of a sad mood. A few days ago, some drunk scumbags cursed me out in the street because I’m a practicing Muslim. So, I’ve just been sad; so to cheer myself up I’ve been thinking about the baby Otter. And, if it’s okay, I wanted to share some of my thoughts.

So, this one is a little sad, but I hope this is okay.

I can imagine Dazai forcibly regressing while he’s in hiding, because he’s just so sad and going through withdrawal of his suppressants. He’s curled up into a ball on a cheap motel mattress, hugging his knees to avoid having more body parts than necessary touch the scratchy sheets. His nose is red, fresh tears paint his face, and there’s dried snot everywhere. He’s hugging a bunched up towel, and trying to pretend it’s Fishie giving him a hug.

He needs Chuuya so badly; but Dazai is bad. He left without saying Bye-bye, and that wasn’t kind. He knew Chibi hated when he just left without a word. He’s a bad baby.

He doesn’t deserve to be Chibi’s baby.

Without thinking, he subconsciously dials Chibi’s number off of his most recent burner phone. He just listens to the phone ringing, and starts to drift off; but, then he hears it.

“Hello,” the sound of his Chibi’s voice wakes him from his trance. He rises up, and shouts out a greeting.

“This is Nakahara Chuuya, I’m unable to take your call, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.” With that, Dazai breaks down into sobs. Chibi always answered his calls, but Dazai should’ve known better. He’s not Chibi’s baby anymore. He left, and Chuuya hates him.

He sobs out apology after apology, begging Chuuya to understand why he left, and to please forgive him. Eventually, he reaches a limit to how long of a message he can leave, and Dazai drifts off into a painful slumber. When he wakes up, he doesn’t remember much of the night before. He bleaches the motel room, leaves through a window, and chucks his burner phone into a random trash can.

Unbeknownst to him, as he sits on the subway taking him away from Kobe. A very hungover Chuuya wakes up, who stayed out way to late drinking with a new recruit named Tachihara. As he slowly wakes up, and absently drinks a coffee, he checks his phone. Nothing really stands out, except for a voicemail from an unknown number. Chuuya usually just deletes those without listening, but he felt a tug to listen to it anyway.

“Ch-ib-i, it’s me,” even though it had been a year, and the voice is sob filled, Chuuya would always recognize his Baby’s voice.

Chuuya’s heart shatters as he listens to Dazai self deprecate, as he says sorry for not saying Bye-bye to Chibi and Fishie. Calling himself a bad baby, but he was trying to be good. Saying he promised Oda he would be good, and that’s why he had to leave. He sobbed and sobbed, and said how much he missed Chuu and Fishie.

Dazai’s voice his cut off as the voicemail limit has been reached. Chuuya immediately tries calling Dazai back, but the lines been disconnected. Anger fills him, as he chucks his coffee against the wall using tainted. Arahabaki is screaming in his head, that Chuuya must kill those who made their Baby cry.

Chuuya had failed. His Baby had needed him, and Chuuya didn’t pick up the call. He had spent a year thinking that Dazai didn’t want him anymore, and he felt like such an idiot for believing that. Well, no more. Chuuya was going to find his Baby no matter what. He wouldn’t fail again.

Um, I didn’t mean to basically write a whole one shot, and I’m sorry if I’m being a bother. You’re series just brings me so much joy.

I hope you’re having a wonderful day,

-Rosie 🌹

Rosie I am so sorry that happened to you 🩷 thank you so much for sharing this, it was delightful and deliciously angsty 🥺 i hope your day gets better, you’re beautiful and kind and important and people care about you 🩷🩷 fuck those drunk losers

Again this is so beautiful and I really appreciate you sending it my way 🩷

[chuuyrr]

Chuuyas stage actor is so pretty its not fair ;w;

ikr he's so gorgeous !! ૮꒰ つᯅ⊂ ꒱ა ՞ˎˊ˗ <3

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[lovedazai-archived]

WHEN YOU CAN’T FALL ASLEEP

ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor

p.s.! ₊˚. for all my sleepy girls (gn) we’re in this together

DAZAI ー dazai’s futon doesn’t allow you much space to move. you try to shift again, as delicately as you can with his body curled around yours. no matter how hard you tried to match your breathing to his, close your eyes, and relax, you just couldn’t seem to fall asleep tonight.

the last thing you want is to disturb him. dazai barely got enough rest, only sleeping through the night occasionally; he looks so pretty when he does, with his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, letting out soft, shallow breaths against your chest through his parted lips.

you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut and dropping your head back onto your pillow, when you hear a familiar whine, and your stomach drops.

he lifts his head, mumbling your name. his eyes are lidded, cheeks warm and imprinted by the wrinkles from your shirt. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” you try to urge his head back down, rubbing his scalp in the way you know he loves. “i’m okay. go back to sleep, ‘samu.”

you tilt your head to the side, looking down at him. he folds his arms against your chest, looking up at you from beneath his lashes.

“you’re not a good liar,” he smiles. it’s small and sleepy, and you wish you had enough energy to kiss it off his face.

“i can’t sleep,” you sigh. “but you should. it’s still early, i think.”

you try to peek at the time on your phone as he leans up on his elbows, turning your face towards his. he kisses your forehead, trailing down until his lips press against the space between your eyebrows, then down to the bridge of your nose.

“how am i supposed to kiss you awake if you don’t fall asleep first?” he whispers, tracing his thumb beneath your eye. you kiss the side of his wrist, leaning into his hand.

he pulls himself up until your positions are swapped, with his head on the pillow, and your head on his chest. he rests his cheek against your hair as he drags his fingertips down the back of your neck, rubbing little circles between your shoulder blades.

he hums softly, a song you can’t quite place. even barely murmuring, you can hear the sweetness in his voice, like he simply couldn’t hold in his adoration for you.

the calm beat of his heart and the soft vibrations from his chest soothe your mind. all your thoughts slip away, only a faraway whisper of sweet dreams, my love and the soft press of lips against your forehead before you fall asleep.

CHUUYA ー you can hear chuuya’s quiet movements as he comes home from a late night mission, a mumbled curse slipping from his mouth when he’s a little too loud taking off his shoes. he cracks the bedroom door open, eyebrows raising when he sees you.

“you’re still awake?” he opens the door further. “you okay, baby?”

you nod into your comforter, watching blearily as he pulls his gloves off by each finger before he brushes your bangs away from your face.

“i’ll be right back,” he whispers, bending down to kiss your forehead. “don’t wait for me if you can help it, alright?”

you nod again, eyes falling shut as he kisses your forehead one more time. you hear the gentle thud of his dresser drawer closing, the sound of leather hitting the bathroom floor. you don’t know how much time has passed when you open your eyes again, looking up at him in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

“c’mon,” he squeezes your hand, sheets falling to your waist as he pulls you to sit up. “let’s go for a drive.”

the cool leather of chuuya’s car seat isn’t as comfortable as your bed, but you can already feel the heaviness in your chest start to dissipate as he drives.

you rest your head on the tinted window, looking out at the passing buildings. his hand rests against your thigh, and you lift it off, just enough for you to slide your fingers in between his own.

there aren’t many people out on the road this late, but he’s still careful, only sneaking glances at you from the corner of his eye. with the security and warmth that comes from chuuya’s presence next to you, and the gentle movement of the car, it doesn’t take long for your eyes to fall shut.

when he looks over and sees your face, completely relaxed, he exhales, sagging in relief against his headrest. he can’t get enough of you, bundled up in his passenger seat, holding his hand firmly, even in your sleep.

he’ll drive around a little longer, he decides, just to watch the way the lights wash over your pretty face, highlighting the curve of your cheekbones, the pretty pink of your lips.

at least it’d be no problem for him to carry you back to bed.

RANPO ー every night, ranpo curls on top of you with the lingering scent of freshly baked pastries clinging to his skin, and his messy hair tickling your jaw from how he nuzzles his face against your neck.

his body is always a comforting weight, but sleep evades you tonight. you stare up at the ceiling, gently drawing little shapes through his shirt with your finger.

“i know you’re awake.”

you jump when he whispers in your ear, heart rate spiking painfully in your chest. he lifts his head up; his eyes are open, bright green and staring at you. the tips of your noses brush from how close he is.

“your thoughts woke me up,” he answers before you can ask, poking your forehead. “they’re too loud.”

“sorry,” you sigh, wincing when he flicks your forehead.

“why are you apologizing?” he whispers, tilting his chin up to kiss the spot he flicked. “go to sleep.”

“i can’t,” you whine, childishness rivaling his own.

“that’s ‘cause you’re not trying hard enough,” he mumbles, pout evident in his voice. “your eyes aren’t even closed.”

he traces his finger down the bridge of your nose, then up again. he grazes your hairline as he travels across your forehead next, and your eyes grow heavy with each movement, slowly falling shut.

“ranpoー”

“shhh,” he smooths his thumb along your eyebrow, making his way back down your nose. “go to sleep.”

he keeps tracing your features, even after your eyes are all the way closed and your face is completely relaxed beneath his hand. he brushes his fingers across your cupid’s bow, tracing down to the plush of your bottom lip.

“there,” he whispers, leaving butterfly kisses along your jaw as he nuzzles back into you. “that’s better.”

FYODOR ー you’ve been teetering on the edge of sleep ever since you first laid down, hours ago. you’re sure it’s the early hours of the morning by now, and you sigh, stretching your arm to the other side of the bed. it’s cold, sheets still untouched.

it was rare fedya came to bed at night, no matter how much you wished he would. curling into his side always helped you rest easier. his presence is a calming one, maybe only to you.

you bundle up your blanket, holding it in place around your shoulders as you get out of bed. the ends trail along the hallway floor like a cloak as you tiptoe to his office. the steady sound of him typing comes to a stop as soon as you open the door, and he turns around in his chair, just enough to look at you.

“what are you doing up at this hour?” his eyebrows furrow, like the hypocrite he is.

“i don’t know,” you mumble around a yawn. “i just missed you.”

he swivels completely to face you, opening his arms. he makes no complaints about accommodating you as you sit on his lap, curling yourself around him, cheek falling to rest against his shoulder. you shift to look at his screens, monitor light seeming so much brighter to your tired eyes in the darkness of his office.

“don’t look at those,” he tilts your head further into his shoulder. “you’ll only keep yourself awake longer.”

you press your face into his neck, seeking out the soothing chill of his skin. you arch further into him when his fingertips sneak beneath your shirt, rubbing along the knobs of your spine. his typing is rhythmic, fingers gently pressing into your skin each time he pauses to think as you feel the rise and fall of his chest against your body.

he feels your breaths, deep and even against his shoulder, and spares a glance at you: asleep. he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, lips curling up as you try to snuggle impossibly closer to him.

“rest well, my dear,” he pulls the edge of the blanket tighter around you. “i’ll be here when you wake up.”

[kentopedia]

hi! i just found your account and WOAH you’re so so talented!! i loved your sleepy cuddles with dazai and i wanted to request sleepy cuddles with chuuya maybe?🫶🫶 sorry about the red text, it suddenly changed my normal text to black on a black background so i cant see what i write unless i change the color 😫

sleepy cuddles w/ chuuya

*:･☆— wc: 1.6k *:･☆ chuuya nakahara x gn!reader

You heard the soft and steady thrum of music coming from the other side of the threshold as you unlocked the door to your apartment, releasing all of the tension in your shoulders. It was a Saturday night, and you’d been away from home for almost a week, low on sleep and energy. You felt like you were one step away from falling to the floor and sleeping in the middle of the hallway.

It was just after midnight. You’d had a hotel room booked for the night, but when your job finished this morning, you’d hopped on the earliest train back to Yokohama, desperate to be back home.

The scent of freshly burned candles instantly washed over you, and the further you stepped into the apartment, you realized the only source of light was coming from the waxy flames. The curtains had been drawn closed, though a sliver of moonlight filtered through the cracks, shimmering over your couch like a beacon.

You dropped your bag on the floor, throwing your keys onto the side table. “Chuuya?” He was definitely home. It was cool in the apartment—he always turned it down much colder than you preferred. “I’m home.”

You waited, and after a moment, received no response. The relaxing piano filtered down the hall; it was likely too loud in the other room. He wouldn’t be able to hear you.

Tiredly, you kicked your shoes off, slumping down on the sofa as you indulged in the classical music.

The tune lulled you into relaxation, and you closed your eyes, feeling beautifully soothed. In your wearied state, you couldn’t help but drift off to sleep, falling into a dream as you let your body sink deeper and deeper into the couch cushions.

Minutes later—though it had felt a lot longer than that in your exhausted state—you were shaken awake, a gentle voice calling your name.

“Hm?” you blinked your eyes open, wondering how you could’ve fallen so quickly into a deep sleep. “Chuuya?”

“What are you doing sleeping out here?” he asked with a quiet laugh, tracing your cheek with nothing but his fingertips. “I didn’t think you’d be home this early.”

You yawned, snuggling deeper into the sofa. His hand was warm against your skin, and you leaned into it, threading your fingers with his own. “I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow to come home.”

Chuuya’s smile widened, his teeth showing through. “You should’ve called me.”

“Wanted to surprise you.” Never before had it felt so impossible to keep your eyes open, even as Chuuya bent down to kiss you on the forehead, dragging his mouth down the bridge of your nose until it was ghosting over your own lips. “Now I’m too tired.”

He laughed, the sound warm and so much like home. Hair tumbled over his shoulder, tickling your face as he bent over you. “I can see that.” He tugged your arm, trying to pull you to your feet, though you were dead weight, glued to the couch. You fought against him, grunting out a sound of displeasure.

“I don’t want to get up,” you said, but Chuuya still managed to pull you into a seated position as he stood, straightening his back. You fell forward and rested your cheek against his hip, the sharp bone poking into the thin skin around your jaw. He smelled clean, and the aroma of soap was freshly scrubbed into him. Chuuya must’ve been in the shower when you’d arrived. “Too tired.”

“Come on, sweetheart. You can’t be comfortable in those clothes.” He ignored your protests, scooping you up off the couch like you weighed nothing, and carried you back into the bathroom.

You closed your eyes, barely processing the action of being held above ground, everything experienced through the haze that came with days of minimal sleep. You weren’t sure how much of your weight was held up by his own strength, or if it was his ability assisting him.

Chuuya’s t-shirt was soft against your cheek, and you could hear the steady thump of his heart through the ribcage, just inches below your ear. You smiled to yourself, caught in a sleep-deprived state.

He turned a lamp on, sitting you on the bed as you gazed after him with half-closed eyes.

“Love you.” The words were saccharine, dripping from your tongue with the sickness of adoration.

He was, briefly, caught off guard as he sorted through your dresser for a fresh change of clothes. Though you had said it to him more than enough times, he always froze like it was the first, the smile only slowly appearing. His eyes morphed into the shape of hearts, every line in his face softening. “I love you too. I’m glad you got home safe.”

Chuuya came back over to you with the clothes in his hand and took his time gently peeling your dirty shirt from your skin. As carefully as he could, he swapped the clothes you had traveled in for pajamas, and you stared back at him sleepily, wondering how you’d gotten so lucky. Before he finished his task, he made sure to rub in your favorite lotion, massaging the muscles that had grown tight and sore from the assignment.  

Finally, he scratched his fingers into your scalp, and you relaxed, slumping back onto the bed. Just as you thought you were going to get to drift off into another peaceful sleep, Chuuya had shoved you back to your feet disgracefully.

“Chuuya,” you whined as he tugged you into the bathroom with determination. “I want to sleep.”

“You’ll be mad at me in the morning if I let you do that.” He rubbed small circles into your wrist as you stumbled after him, feeling like you weren’t attached to your feet at all. Though the light was dimmed, it still felt like a bright fluorescent against your retinas.

“Sit,” he said, gesturing to the counter.

You sighed loudly, making sure he knew exactly how much of an inconvenience this all was. Still, you did what he asked of you.

As you watched with drooping eyes, Chuuya gathered the products for your nightly routine, omitting the ones he knew you wouldn’t mind missing for a day. Then, he gently scrubbed your face, running a cloth over your skin before getting all of the soap completely off.

“I feel like a baby.” You leaned back against the mirror, but even with your comment, you didn’t protest when Chuuya massaged moisturizer into your skin, taking care of you with focused eyes. His cool, slender fingers felt nice against the tension of your jaw.  

“Do it yourself, then.” He stopped, momentarily, before laughing quietly.

With your eyes closed, you poked your tongue out at him. “Don’t want to.”

“Yeah.” Chuuya leaned forward to press his lips against your own, the hint of wine lingering on there as usual. He pulled away much too soon, leaving you trailing after him without a conscious thought. “That’s what I thought. You just relax and look pretty for me, okay? Shouldn’t be too hard.”

Despite your annoyance, you smiled, feeling much too pampered, even when he shoved a toothbrush into your mouth, scraping each crevice with practiced care, poking your cheek in amusement. You spit the minty taste out to rinse your mouth, finally slumping your head against Chuuya’s shoulder. Drained, you closed your eyes and yawned heavily, looking forward to a good night’s rest more than anything.

“Can I go to sleep now?” you asked, and his body shook with laughter, fingers dancing patterns across your spine.

“Sure, baby. Come on.”

Once more, he pulled you to your feet, but you went with ease, knowing that there would finally be some relief at the end of it all. The bed was a welcoming haven, the mattress softer than you’d remembered. The pillow felt like a cloud when you finally closed your eyes, humming out a great sigh as you settled down.

Chuuya made his way across the room and finished getting ready for bed before finally turning off all the lights and blowing out the candles. Somehow, you’d managed to stay awake until he’d crawled into the bed, sneaking up behind you.

“Thank you,” you said quietly as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his usually warm body. He pressed a kiss into your spine, squeezing you against him.

“Well at least you’re being sweet about it now.” He groaned, but you could hear the underlying humor in his voice, knew he was only joking as he snuck two fingers under your shirt, rubbing circles into your side. “I just wanted to help, and all you did was complain.”

“I wanted to go to sleep,” you explained, and he snorted, snaking a knee between your thighs.

“Right,” he scoffed. “If you’re so tired, then why are you still talking to me?”

You only groaned, pinching his arm to keep him from making any more comments. “I was waiting for you." You dialed up the charm in your voice, silky with sleep. "I missed you, was all."

Though he huffed, he buried his face into your back, breathing you in quietly. "I missed you too."

Chuuya kissed your shoulder before turning you on your other side, facing him. His features were barely discernible in the dark room, though his lips brushed the tip of your nose, his breath warm against your cheeks.

You smiled, shutting your eyes once more as you settled against his chest, holding his hand loosely under blanket. Another yawn escaped you, and you let it go without a care, feeling the edges of a dream take over you.

author's note: thank you so much anon <3 i hope you enjoy! no need to apologize about the text. i feel like that's been happening to a lot of ppl for some reason!

dazai version here!!

[rusmii]

Aftercare with poly Skk <3

✦ノ a/n. was listening to sabrina carpenter while writing this. NO ONE TOLD ME I COULDNT MAKE THIS OMEGAVERSE!! *runs away*🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

✦ノ c/ws. wc::: 1.6k, OMEGAVERSE, alpha!chuuya x omega!reader(fem.) x alpha!dazai, afab/amab terms, polyamorous relationship, vaginal and anal penetration, teehee some lore behind the anatomy of an omega, knotting, witty bantering, soft and gentle aftercare, reader doesn’t speak much, exploring their characters, cumming inside w/no protections, vulnerability, it’s just dazai and chuuya talking for most of it (reader is too tried and fucked out to care), divider made by me, NOT PROOFREAD/EDITED, all credits belong to @rusmii NO STEALING >:((((

“fuck!” dazai curses, feeling his knot start to swell as he fucks you from behind. “easy on’er ‘zai!” chuuya hissed at the clench of your walls, his own base swelling as well. you moan and whine at the intensity of their incoming knots, their dicks growing in size as they fuck their previous knot out of you. squelching noises were made as rounds of their cum spills out of your holes, creating a sticky mess in between your crotches. “mhm - ‘m cumming -!” dazai announces before his thrusts sped up, causing chuuya pace to change and match his. “hey, sweetheart, look up.” chuuya uses his fingers to tilt your chin up, eyes connecting with dazai’s as the latter takes your neck into a lock and holds you up. “let’s give chuuya a pretty show, yeah?” dazai says with certainty, his dick as swollen as his base by now — barely managing to pull out of your ass.

chuuya was at his limit, cock just about stuck in your cunt by the time your expression changes — giving him a lewd show as your body twitches uncontrollably along with dazai’s fucked out face. throwing his head back onto the plush of the pillows, chuuya cums deep inside of your pussy, marking it as his own. dazai too was dumping his load into you, both holes leading to the same route anyways when he feels his tip touch chuuyas tip. they exchanged a mutual glance before dazai dropped your limp body into chuuyas arms, forcing the redhead to use his wrists to support him after falling on top of you. “tch - lazy bastard. use your damn arms!” chuuya shouts at him, causing the brunette to whine.

“gah! chuuya is always so mean to me!!”

“shut the hell up and help me. need to run’er a bath.”

having been a few minutes into the knot, dazai makes haste of bringing down the swell. “can’t do that when it’s only been three minutes.” he sighs, sitting up. it usually took a minimum of ten minutes for their knots to start going down, and if they forced it out now, it’ll cause your walls to rip and shed blood almost instantly. chuuya stayed quiet, gesturing at the nightstand full of juice boxes and candies. pulling his weight over, dazai reaches for the apple juice and a few wrapped candies, hoisting your body up with the help of chuuya. “darlin’ open your mouth for me?” chuuya asks, bringing the straw to your lips.

as if it was a command, you obeyed without the slightest hesitation, earning soft praises from your two alphas. “good girl, good omega,” dazai kisses your nape, unwrapping a piece of hard candy for you to suck on as he slowly lifts your body — seven minutes in and he can almost pull his knot out of you. “mhm… ‘samu.. chuu..” you groan their names, the aftermath of their rough treatment from earlier tonight was finally catching up to your body. “we’re here. don’t worry - chuuya will run you a bath while i clean you up, ‘kay?” dazai pulls your hair back, massaging your shoulders while chuuya slips himself out of your pussy — giving you a gentle kiss on the lips before giving dazai a chaste one.

watching as the redhead hastily leaves the room ass-naked, dazai pushes himself out of you, carefully managing your body into a lying position. he kicks off the bed, promising to return to you soon under the condition you don’t act up and cry without the both of them there. after agreeing with his terms, you roll on your side, pain engulfing your body even more as you attempt to drag the blanket up the bed. “fuck..” groaning, you decide to give up after a second or two once you realized you didn’t have enough strength to carry the weighted duvet. soon, dazai’s voice echoed down the hall, asking chuuya about the temperature of the water. not being able to hear much of their muffled chatter, you whine — missing your alphas besides you, holding you, cradling you.

the door opens, revealing the return of dazai as he tuts at you. “aww! is our omega missing us?” he teases, setting aside the cloth and large bowl of water on the nightstand. “[name]?” he calls your name, hands on your knees, “can you spread your legs for me, love?” asking for permission before doing anything else, dazai stares at you with such adoration, you wonder if it’s the same type of gaze he gives chuuya whenever he’s with him. parting your legs, you lay back, letting dazai clean the cum off you. the wet cloth gave you goosebumps, the chilling air chasing after the warm water as your lower half was relieved of the sticky mess. minutes past, and chuuya enters the room, leaning his weight on the doorframe.

“hey, baths ready,” his voice makes dazai stop wiping your thigh, quickly throwing the small towel into the bowl before getting up, and watching as chuuya came to pick you up bridal style. “hmm~ is chuuya willing to carry me like that someday?” dazai half jokes, part of him wanting to know if the redhead would carry him like how he handles you instead of dragging him everywhere. trailing after him, they made their way inside the bathroom, chuuya placing you on the toilet seat and ordering you to piss. “can’t have ya’ getting a uti or something.” he would always say. dazai didn’t mind it though, he would still eat you out even if you had a yeast infection because nothing could change his love for you. but still, he respected chuuyas desire to keep your health in check before doing anything out of order.

after checking that the water temp was just right, he barked at dazai to go wipe you clean before bringing you into the tub. “i’ll get everything ready so make sure she doesn’t have piss dripping down her legs!” — “yesss siiiirrrr…” dazai pouts. as childish as he was, chuuya knew he could trust dazai with you in such vulnerable situations. once you are wiped clean, dazai picks you up with relative ease and hands you over to chuuya. carefully putting you down in the tub next to him, he turns his attention to dazai. “cmere,” he pulls dazai near him, despite his hands being wet, he’s able to peel dazai’s bandages down without much trouble.

the water swishes, your sore body slowly making its way to dazai’s arm as you attempt to peel it with your flimsy fingers. this made dazai chuckles, amused at your failed picking. “thank you, sweetheart,” he says once he hears a whine emit from your throat. the moment chuuya was done unwrapping his side of bandages, he moved his hands to where yours were, helping unravel the long roll. “don’t cry dolly, you helped a bunch. thanks,” he plants a kiss on your cheek, making room for dazai to step inside the tub.

the water was warm and relaxing. sighing as you relished the bath, you felt warm water being poured down your back. “ ‘m gonna wash you up, ‘s that okay?” chuuya asks, adjusting the setting of the shower head. humming, you sit upright, allowing chuuya to rinse your hair with the right amount of pressure. after that, he grabs the shampoo bottle from the side, squeezing a sufficient amount into his palm prior to closing it and handing it to dazai, who likes to clean himself at his own pace. massaging your head gently, chuuya makes sure to reach every part of your scalp before washing the soap off. repeating the previous process with conditioner, it was time for body wash.

“okay.” chuuya hums to himself, satisfied with his work. dazai clumsily drops the body wash into the water, muttering out a quick apology as he hands it to chuuya. “don’t apologize for accidents,” he reminds the brunette, pushing the bottle back to him. dazai, sensing what chuuya was about to say next, interrupts him. “um..- i already washed myself..” unsure of what to say next, he could see the gears turning inside chuuyas head, “oh -.” — “actually, can i wash her?” an awkward smile formed on dazai’s lips, his confidence faltering in spite of his secondary gender.

chuuya smiles, moving out of the way. “i need to wash myself anyways.” dazai replaces the redheads position, measly squirting out a large amount of body soap before rubbing his hands together, creating a vast foam that he’ll massage onto your body. running his hands up and down your back, dazai is careful to carefully apply pressure to the bruises they have given you thirty minutes ago. gulping, he finds himself successful in exfoliating your back, up your arms, around your stomach and chest area, and finally your legs.

moving his hands back up to your shoulders, he hears you moan in delight — a thank you that was barely audible, but he still understood the mumble. feeling accomplished, he hums, not needing to say more. grabbing the shower head, he flicks the water back on and starts rubbing the soap off your body. chuuya waits patiently, watching as the last bit of soap finally comes down. taking the shower head from dazai, he starts washing his hair, the cold conditioner disappearing. he looks at dazai, who has you seated in his lap, resting your head on his chest while you doze off.

“you can take her back to the room, i’ll meet you guys in a few,” he says, but dazai shakes his head. “chuuya better hurry before i fall asleep here with her!” the brunette whines, causing chuuya to roll his eyes. “dramatic asshole.” he chuckled.

idk if u guys noticed yet but i love giving chuuya a lil tiny accent teehee🤭🩷

[masuchu]

↻ ASKING HIM TO OPEN A JAR YOU SUPERGLUED SHUT ?!

pairing. dazai x reader, chuuya x reader, nikolai x reader

warnings. none, just fluff

a/n. i saw this on a genshin blog and i had to do it 😭 probably my favourite thing i’ve written in a while LMAO

dazai —

now, dazai has been through a lot. he has the iq of a literal genius and you’d think he’d be able to see through such a low level prank,

he can’t.

he’s trying everything. every position. every tool laying around in his house. he even thought about biting it

you can’t help but laugh at your pitiful boyfriend. he’s resorted to just hitting the top of the lid on the side of the counter, like a toddler.

he starts whining, saying that you’re so cruel to me, bella! laughing at me in these struggling times :( why don’t you try then, now that i’ve loosened it!

shit.

you didn’t see that one coming.

“h - ha! if you can’t do it, why would i be able to? let’s just give up, y - yeah?”

that’s when he realises.

you tricked him? oh, oh! you’ve really got it coming now, he’s already thinking about how he’s gonna get you back. maybe he’ll put a bucket of water over the door? maybe he’ll put all of your white shirts in with your coloured socks. good luck with that! for now…

“you tricked me! however will i deal with such a betrayal! i thought better of you, bella :(“

you’re completely clueless

chuuya —

it was such a simple request in hindsight!

“hey, chuu? can you open this jar for me while i grab something from our room? thank you!”

easy, right? wrong.

your plan was to stay in your room for a few minutes, find him struggling downstairs, laugh at him for a bit, and tell him. simple.

that was until you heard a guttural scream come from the kitchen, and many loud crashes

you rushed down the stairs, hurriedly asking if he was okay, only to find..

chuuya now had the jar or the counter, his hand pointing at it accusingly. vaguely, you could hear his mumbles..

“stupid fucking pickle jar. nobody loves you, you hear me? yeah, i said it. cry about it. ugly ass bitch. how dare you not fucking open? what’re you made of huh? metal?! okay, tough guy. you’re asking for i-“

without thinking, you bursted into laughter at the sight of your boyfriend activating his ability, creating a little orb in his palm to ‘threaten’ the jar

as soon as he heard you, he started shouting about how,

“what the fuck is so special in this jar that they made it so fucking hard to open, huh?? fucking gold?! i swear to go-“

“chuu, honey, baby, sweetie… i superglued it. it’s okay..”

…

“YOU WHAT-?!”

have fun!

nikolai —

nikolai is a man of many talents, or so he says. and he’d like to think that opening a jar is one of them!

…. as long as you’re okay with not having a jar any more!

it’s funny at first, seeing him so eager to show you his ‘magic trick’ and watching his face fall a little bit when the jar stays right where it is

you cover your mouth as he stands there blank faced and deep in thought, attempting to conceal your small giggles

you think it’s time to tell him that it’s a prank, feeling fulfilled with your plan, that is, until..

“worry not, darling! i have a solution, if you’d allow me..”

before you know it, nikolai pulls out a very large industrial sized hammer from his undercoat, his grin widening as he sets the jar down on the counter and starts winding it back with his wrist

“w - wait, nikolai i-!”

SMASH!

silence filled the room for a few seconds, before your, very proud looking, lover broke it

“aha! i told you that i could do it! now, you were saying?”

you sighed and laughed slightly and the remnants of your jar on the floor,

“..nothing, babe. nothing..”

[nkhrchuwuya]

nightmares

bungou stray dogs | G | 736 words

 nakahara chuuya x reader/oc

despite nightmares plaguing your sleep, there’s always someone warm to wake up to.

the nightmare is something else. there's someone chasing you with a knife first, before the scene shifts and instead you're faced with something more threateningly personal. it twists and turns into a horror show and the you in the dream can only duck and hide or run. except there's only so many places to hide in or go.

"-by. hey."

the monster lurks in the corner of your eye, and you're sure this time it's going to get you. you can almost feel it's slimy limbs encircling your wrist, and just the thought of it sends a shiver down your spine.

"-ke up. baby."

the floor creaks underneath the monster's weight and you close your eyes, accepting your fate. you hear its breath hovering so close to you. and just as it's about to open its cavernous mouth-

"baby. hey. come on, wake up."

the first splash of oxygen into your lungs jolts you awake. the room is dark, but familiar; nothing like the long hallways or dim streets you were traversing much earlier. there's a warm heat along your shoulders and on your hand, but it's comforting rather than revolting. slowly, the nightmare dissipates as you sink backward onto your savior's embrace.

"wanna talk about it?" chuuya asks, rubbing your shoulders and squeezing your hand.

you take a deep breath. "i don't remember all of it. just a lot of darkness and running around from monsters and people that weren't... safe."

"well you're safe now," he assures, presses a kiss on your temple as your breathing slowly evens. he takes his time with you, never rushing, knowing how much these nightmares shake you so deeply. you do your best to focus on his warmth and his company instead, letting go of the disturbing imagery that tried to sear itself into your brain.

once you're calmer, you turn to bury your head into chuuya's chest. the sound of his heartbeat is clear and steady, the one thing you need right now. he combs through your hair with his fingers. you're safe now, his voice echoes in your mind. you're safe now. you always are, when he's around.

noticing you licking your lips, chuuya offers you: "water?"

and you instantly feel how dry your throat is. had you been shouting while you were dreaming? is that how you'd gotten chuuya awake? the nightmare creeps along the edge of your mind again.

"that'd be great, but..." you say, drifting off. "i don't want you to leave me."

chuuya smiles. "that's easy to solve, princess."

carrying you with one arm, you feel the warm touch of his ability surround you as he carries you off to the kitchen. you know that he could carry you with both arms right now if he wanted to, but he knows that the heat of tainted sorrow around you will envelop you in a comforting embrace. which works exactly as he thought it would. you lean against his shoulder as he walks.

when you get to the kitchen, he places you gently onto the counter. when he lets go of you to get you water, you grab onto his wrist suddenly, still shaken.

chuuya presses a hand to your cheek. "i won't leave ya. i promise."

gently, you let go. he turns to get the pitcher of water from the fridge. the water tinkles faintly as he pours it into a glass. you watch him closely, like he'd disappear if you look away for one moment. when he hands you the glass, you take it, but you quickly take his hand in yours as well.

"see?" chuuya says, softly, his voice still slightly deep from sleep. "still here."

"still here," you echo, before finally taking a sip from the water. the cool washes through your mouth and down your throat, a grounding sensation. you're here now. chuuya is, too. and you're safe. you empty the glass, relieving the parched feeling.

chuuya lifts his other hand to brush a stray lock of hair back behind your ear. "think ya can try to get some more sleep?" he asks, concern in his tone. "too early."

you nod. "as long as you're with me."

"stupid. i'm not going anywhere," chuuya assures you. "i'll protect ya. so you can sleep easy."

together, you return to the bedroom, which you're sure is now devoid of nightmares. forever and ever, for as long as chuuya is by your side.

[blake-elladonna]

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

@Anonymous

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

Best medicine

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

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟐 𝐦𝐢𝐧. 𝟐𝟕 𝐬𝐞𝐜.

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

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

Room 160.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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