#chuuya nakahara x you

[chuuyrr]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐒 .ᐟ

feat. dazai, chuuya, fyodor

ꨄ˙ SYNOPSIS: bsd men as girl dads to their daughters

ꨄ˙ CW(s): f! mom! reader, established relationship (married to your lover ofc), fluff, short scenarios, not proofread

DAZAI was humming the quiet melody of his 'certain' song as he cradles his little one. the baby in his arms was sniffling, crying softly and practically looking at him with tearful brown eyes that resembles his. he gently hushes and cradles baby sonoko in his arms, his soothing hums a lullaby in the quiet room.

sonoko was a captivating blend of both you and dazai. with her dark hair that mirrored dazai's locks and the bright twinkle in her [color] eyes reminiscent of your own, she was practically a living canvas of your shared features.

dazai gently rocks baby sonoko in his arms, whispering soothing words to calm her cries. the soft glow of the nightlight illuminated the room, creating a serene atmosphere. he cradles her close, the warmth of his embrace a comforting haven.

"hush, my little one," he murmurs, his voice a gentle melody. "there, there, sonoko. daddy is here." dazai presses a tender kiss to her forehead, his heart swelling with paternal affection, "no need for tears, little darling."

he softly sang a lullaby, the words weaving through the air like a protective cocoon. as the room embraced a peaceful stillness, sonoko's cries transformed into quiet sniffles.

dazai continued to sway gently, cherishing the precious moment of connection with his baby girl. he places her head against his chest, manipulating his heart beat into a calming rate to ground her with its sound.

you lay in bed, exhausted, but you find yourself smiling in the calmness of the night as you see your husband and daughter share a quiet bond, the world outside fading away. dazai's love for sonoko radiated in every soothing touch, a promise to always be there, hushing away any fears or tears that may come.

"you're doing that thing with your heart again, aren't you?" you whisper softly to dazai, quietly giggling.

dazai glances at you, still cradling the fruit of your love to his chest, he gently strides to your side and presses a lingering kiss on your forehead, "yeah, i am."

"i still don't get how you do that though, but it works, doesn't it?" you say softly as you see how your baby girl is all calm now.

you extend your arms to reach for sonoko but dazai gently refuses to do so, and he shakes his head as he insists, "shh, let me look after her. you go get some rest, darling."

"are you sure, osamu? sonoko can get a bit fussy," you ask softly as dazai uses his free hand that wasn't carrying sonoko to gently push you to lie back down in bed and pull the blanket over your chest.

"i'm certain. please, my love. you're exhausted from feeding her and looking after. it's daddy's turn to take over, okay?" dazai chuckles softly as sonoko began to coo and pat her tiny hands against her daddy, "we're ok."

"okay," you giggle quietly as you look at your husband and daughter, "try not to give your daddy a bad time, okay sonoko?"

sonoko merely coo and giggle at the sound of your voice before they intensified in volunme when dazai started to tickle her sides and pepper her cute round face in kisses, the rain of affection from her father making her happy.

CHUUYA sighs, holding baby saika in his arms as her cries echoed through the room. he paced around, trying to replicate the comfort saika found in her mother's presence—your presence.

although your child resembled very much like you, she got her traits and personality mostly from chuuya. she even throws quite the fuss when she was upset, and chuuya only realizes it now that you're away for a while.

"shh, saika, it's okay. come on, now." he whispers softly, his voice a mixture of reassurance and longing.

despite his best efforts to spoil her with affection, saika's cries persisted and he feels a pang of helplessness, "mommy will be back soon, little one. until then, it's just you and me, okay?" chuuya continued to sway, his touch tender and caring.

but saika's cries merely intensified, and chuuya's frustration grew. he couldn't replace the warmth and comfort that only her mother seemed to provide.

chuuya's heart sank as he looked down at his precious little one, her tear-filled eyes gazing up at him with a mix of sadness and yearning. he felt a wave of helplessness wash over him, an ache in his chest as he desperately wished he could ease her distress.

"come on, saika," chuuya whispers softly, his voice a blend of sorrow and affection. he cradles her even closer, tracing gentle circles on her back. "what's making you so upset, huh? don't you want toys? food? sweetheart, please."

saika's tiny lips quivered, and her cries persisted. chuuya's usual fiery determination waned in the face of his daughter's tears. money and gifts meant nothing in this moment. though he had her spoiled with everything and anything, she didn't seem to want any of those things as she would only squirm, kick and throw those things away in a tantrum.

in a moment of realization, chuuya gently sets aside the lavish toys and the carefully prepared food. he holds saika to his face and he looks into her teary eyes and finally, he understood the true source of her distress.

"it's not about the toys or the treats, is it, saika?" he muses softly, a smile forming on his face. cradling her up in his arms, he held her close, focusing on the simple act of giving her his undivided attention.

as he spoke soothingly to her, chuuya sensed the shift in saika's mood. her cries slowly gave way to sniffles, and she looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes. realizing that what she craved was the connection with her daddy, chuuya embraced the simplicity of the moment.

"dada's right here, baby," he whispers to saika, pressing a tender kiss on her cheek, "i got you."

in that instant, the room was filled not with the extravagant gifts he could provide, but with the warmth of a father's love that proved to be the most comforting of all.

he bounced her tenderly as he swayed around the room, the rhythm calming her sniffles. chuuya presses another soft kiss on her forehead, and saika's tiny hands clung to his shirt, finding solace in the familiar embrace.

as you entered the room later on, a tired yet content smile adorned chuuya's face. his hair was tied in a low ponytail with stickers and traces of food decorated his face. in his arms, little saika peacefully slept, nestled against his chest, her [color] hair braided with small butterfly clips.

chuuya looked up, and his eyes softened at the sight of you, "hey there, love," he greets you quietly, careful not to wake saika, "we had a little adventure, but someone decided it was time for a nap."

you couldn't help but giggle fondly at the adorable scene before you. the stickers and food smudges on your husband seemed like badges of a day well spent. saika, oblivious to your arrival, continued to sleep soundly in her father's arms.

quietly, chuuya rose from his spot, carefully transferring saika to her crib. as he joined you, he sighs happily and captures your lips in a tender kiss, "looks like our little one just wanted some dada time today." the exhaustion in his eyes was overshadowed by the joy of the shared moments.

"seems like it," you say softly as you wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss once again, "but hey, you did good. thanks for looking after saika."

"don't mention it, we're in this together. i can't have my darling wife do everything. you deserved a well-rested break today," chuuya whispers against your lips as nuzzles his nose against yours lovingly.

FYODOR cradled his precious lyubov on his lap, her wide eyes filled with curiosity. with a tender smile, he began to read from a novel, his deep yet gentle voice resonating through the quiet space.

"once upon a time, in the turbulent depths of the human soul, there lived a complex character named raskolnikov. he grappled with existential questions, much like the profound mysteries we face in our own lives," fyodor narrates, his gaze shifting between the words on the page and the wide-eyed innocence in lyubov's eyes.

as he continued reading, the intricate plot and philosophical undertones of the novel intertwined with the gentle rhythm of lyubov's breathing. fyodor couldn't help but adapt the narrative, transforming it into a bedtime story that echoed the complexities of morality and human nature.

lyubov, oblivious to the weighty themes, giggled in delight at her father's animated expressions. fyodor, in turn, savored the precious moments, cherishing the bond he was cultivating with his daughter.

as lyubov listened to her father's storytelling, a contagious giggle bubbled up from within her. with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she pointed at the novel in fyodor's hands.

giggling at the sight of her father's earnest storytelling, little lyubov couldn't contain her innocence as she pointed at the pages in amusement.

lyubov, with her jet-black hair cascading in waves down her shoulders, bore a striking resemblance to her father, fyodor. the deep purple hue of her eyes mirrored his own, reflecting a shared intensity that seemed to peer into the depths of the human soul.

yet, amidst these echoes of her father's traits, her features held a delicate familiarity, capturing the essence of her other parent—you. the gentle curve of her nose and the subtle arch of her eyebrows were reminiscent of your own distinct features too.

in a moment of quiet amusement, you turned to fyodor, your husband, a playful glint in your eyes, "isn't she a tad too young for stories like that, darling?" you ask, your laughter blending with the warmth of the dimly lit room as you enter your baby's room.

fyodor, with a gentle smile, glanced at lyubov, who had now nestled herself comfortably against his chest, before looking at you, "perhaps, my love," he replies, his voice carrying a touch of self-awareness, "but the beauty of storytelling is that it grows with the listener. however, if you insist, then i suppose i'll find tales more suited to her age, tales that will weave the magic of childhood without delving too deep into the complexities of the human psyche."

as lyubov cooed and giggled in response to your shared laughter, fyodor couldn't help but join in the merriment.

with a twinkle in his eye, he gently teases, "my, my. look at this, darling. it seems our little one has a taste for the profound, even if the words are a bit too deep for her tender age. perhaps we have a budding philosopher in our midst."

"perhaps, fedya," you say with a playful glint in your eyes, your lips curving into a smile.

you and fyodor share a tender kiss, the laughter lingering in the air as a sweet reminder that, in the midst of literature's complexities and parenting's challenges, there's always room for joy and lighthearted moments in the embrace of family love as lyubov was still nestled in fyodor's embrace, she continued to babble and gurgle, her infectious laughter filling the room.

ꨄ˙ A.N.: sonoko's name came from one of the dazai osamu's actual children. saika translates to fortune with its kanji meaning happiness and the moon. it was inspired by the poems of upon the tainted sorrow and the moon of the actual nakahara chuuya, but i purposely alluded the name to happiness instead. lyubov means love, and it is also the name of one of the actual children of fyodor dostoevsky. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

ꨄ˙ TAGGING.: @chuunai @aureatchi (っ'ヮ'c) ₊˚⊹♡ !

this is a queued post by the way . . .

[kentopedia]

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ SAFEGUARD — dazai, chuuya, akutagawa

summary . . . they save you after you've been injured and captured by an enemy.

contents . . . sfw, f!reader (chuuya & dazai) and gn!reader (akutagawa), violence / blood, threats, injuries, hurt/comfort, angst, established relationship, and it's pmboss!dazai bc i can't help myself — 3.5k total

notes . . . i got this request so long ago lol. not my best work, but i have been in the worst writing slump ever and just wanted to finish something. i've also never written for akutagawa before so pls be nice <3

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 . . .

there are very few times that chuuya feels he’s been outsmarted. he knows he’s not the mastermind of the port mafia, but he certainly isn’t a fool. when it comes to you and your well-being, though, his mind short-circuits, half of his intelligence draining away while his emotions take hold. 

your relationship isn’t a secret to anyone in the port mafia, which means that it isn’t a secret to your enemies either. and while most people know it’s hard to land a finger on chuuya directly, his pretty little girlfriend doesn’t have the power of a god nestled inside of her.

the rage sparks through him, growing fiercely into the blaze of a forest fire, until all he can think of is getting you home safely. he thinks of your sweet smile as he rips the door of the enemies’ base off the hinges, crushing it into a million pieces with the force of gravity. 

the men are quick to react, but chuuya hurtles the crushed door towards them, knocking three of them to their feet. another group charges at him, but their guns do little against his skill. after years of fighting some of the strongest ability users, simple criminal organizations are as easy to step over like ants. 

chuuya kills them all — except for one.

the man’s knees are wobbling, hand shaking around the gun as he realizes that these will be his final moments. there is fear in his eyes, brown ones that rest wide open, and chuuya almost hesitates. his remorse doesn’t last long, though, before he’s wrapping a hand around the man’s throat, thrusting him backwards. 

“where is she?” chuuya asks, voice sharp and commanding. 

he can feel the man swallowing. 

chuuya knows that backup is probably on the way, but it won’t matter whether they show up or not. he’ll crush the rest of his enemies just as he’s crushed the last twenty men. the poor soul in his leather hold seems to know that as well. 

“i-i’ll take you to her,” he rasps, dropping his gun to claw at chuuya’s hand. 

he drops him, lets him take a few heaving breaths and coughs, before he’s kicking at him, forcing him back to his feet.

the young man takes him up the elevator, weaves him through a hallway as chuuya leaves a scattering of bodies in his wake, not hesitating to kill a single man that gets in his way. there is nothing that can keep him from you. 

how fiercely and loyally he loves you — it drives him to near insanity. 

finally, with blood coating his face and his clothes, the young man enters a room, locked with a code, revealing you. 

chuuya’s rage is almost as blinding as his corruption, as he gazes at the sight of you. bloodied and bruised, tied up in a chair, so visibly harmed. his hands clench into fists. “get the fuck away from her,” he says to the man who seems to be monitoring you.

“what are you doing in here?” the men left in the room panic, but they don’t have time to react before chuuya throws them back at the wall, so quickly, with so much force, that their spines snap. they hit it with a sharp crack, skulls shattering against the plaster, the wall crushing beneath the weight of them. 

limply, they fall to the floor. 

chuuya rushes over to you. 

the young man that led him here disappears, but chuuya isn’t worried about him. he’s a coward; he’ll likely flee from the country and never look back. the men that truly hurt you are already dead, and he’ll burn this building to the ground once he’s gotten you away from it. 

“hey,” chuuya says, cradling your cheeks gently, trying to coax you back awake. he’s not sure if it’s exhaustion, blood loss, or the obvious head trauma that caused you to pass out in the first place. but you’re still breathing, so he counts that as a blessing. 

“hey,” he whispers again, kissing your forehead, like it will heal all your ailments. “wake up, baby. we gotta get you out of here, okay?” 

it takes you a few seconds to come to, eyes glazed over and shell-shocked as you blink at him. “chuuya?” you say; your voice is so hoarse it makes chuuya want to keel over and vomit. “is it really you?” 

guilt gnaws at him, almost crushing, at the fact that thirty-six hours passed, and you’re delirious enough not to recognize him. you probably haven’t eaten, either. 

he should’ve been there. no one should’ve ever had the chance to hurt you, yet…

“it’s me, i’m here,” he says, kissing your lips, your temple, brushing your hair away from your face. the strands are sticky with blood. “shit,” chuuya nearly shouts, pulling a knife from his pocket, sawing through the thick ropes around you as quickly as he can. “i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry.” 

he can’t get you free fast enough, and you smile at him, drowsy, your eyes fluttering shut once more. “it’s okay, chuuya,” you say, leaning your head on his shoulder. “you’re here now.” 

“you have to stay awake,” he says desperately, realizing your head is still bleeding. he doesn’t know how hurt you are. chuuya’s no expert when it comes to medicine, but he’s smart enough to know that internal injuries could be even worse than the external ones. 

“stay awake for me, okay, honey? i’ll get you back to the boss and we’ll find you a doctor. you’ll be just fine.” 

“okay, chuuya,” you hum, weakly gripping his back. seconds of silence pass before you mutter, “i just want to go home.” 

"i know." his heart pulls, and he almost lets out a cracked sob. but he refrains, knowing that there is plenty of time to drown in his sorrows later. 

finally, he gets the ropes under, lifting you from the chair. you’re so much lighter, weaker, and it makes him sick as he carries you. “let’s get you home.” 

𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀. . .

the call comes just as akutagawa is getting ready to head home for the evening, his tasks completed, eyes heavy with exhaustion. 

normally, he doesn’t stick around to say any goodbyes, sneaking off into the darkness of the night like a shadow, blending right in. but, something about the evening, so gloomy and drizzly with spring rain, feels off. 

with a heavy knot in his chest, so much different than an incoming fit of coughs, akutagawa heads back up to mori’s office, if perhaps to only ensure that everyone else’s jobs had been completed. he’s a lot of things, but he’s never been a slacker; and he’ll do what it takes to ensure that his position in the mafia is eternally secure.

though, he doesn’t have the opportunity to get all the way upstairs before he run into the boss, who is calm, but with an air of irritation clouding him. 

he explains the current situation to akutagawa in a clipped tone, bored — an enemy group has kidnapped you, holding you hostage. 

“how rude is it to bother a man, just as he is getting ready to go to sleep?” mori says, sighing histrionically.

but what is a minor inconvenience to mori sends an entire wave of dread through akutagawa, his entire body feeling as if it’s been dipped in ice. he can’t explain the horror that washes over him, not really, because he shouldn’t feel so panicked. it is rare for him to get worked up about the danger his subordinates find themselves in, save for his sister, of course. 

but you… you’re different. 

“can i trust you to diffuse the situation?” mori asks, impatiently glancing at his watch as if that will change anything. “i can call someone else, but they will not be so quick.” 

akutagawa doesn’t even think before he accepts the job, hating the way he sounds pathetically desperate for more details. his hands flatten the edge of his cloak, as if his ability is going to take on a mind of its own. 

he calls for a driver, calm but breathing so heavily that an aching cough rises up in him. his throat feels as if it may begin to bleed, but he swallows, glances away from the driver and gets himself under control.

there’s a ransom — bring them the money and they’ll return you, mori had told him. you’re only a lower ranking member of the mafia, and someone that makes for a pretty poor bargaining chip, so the motive is questionable. 

mori probably would’ve let you die, akutagawa knows, his teeth gritting together, so much so that a splintering sound comes from it. but the boss, in his infinite, concerning wisdom, seems to also know that his loyal dog has an soft spot for you. 

as regrettable as that may be.

akutagawa has no doubt that whoever the enemy is, they are no match for him. still, a twinge of anxiety settles in his stomach, fingers jittery as the driver, despite the decreased traffic of the hour, seems to drive impossibly slow. 

“are we not in a rush?” akutagawa snaps, leaning forward.

“apologies,” the driver, says, not daring to even look at akutagawa from the mirror. but the car speeds up, enough for akutagawa to be able to notice, at least. it cools the simmer that has already begun deep in his chest.  

even so, the car seems to go at a snails pace, minute upon minute flying by, with you in the clutches of an enemy. 

akutagawa doesn’t care who they are. he doesn’t care why, or how they captured you. he wants them dead. he’ll rip them apart, easily, and he’ll make them suffer — they’ll be alive for all of it, for every second that he peels the skin from their bones, ripping the smaller ones out of their sockets. 

what he feels for you… well, it’s too hard for him to admit to himself. he has no experience with what it means to care for another person, doesn’t even know if that’s his goal. he just knows he wants to protect you.

and he can’t do that if you’re dead.

finally, the car pulls up to an old warehouse, one at the very outskirts of the port, beyond the docks and the shipping carts. it’s tucked far back, an obvious lair for some villainous organization that doesn’t want to be found. 

akutagawa gets there, but there is nothing. he hears nothing, feels no signs of life as he trudges through the puddles left behind from the earlier rain. 

a small string of panic begins again, as he wondered if maybe the call that mori had told him was only a ruse. maybe this entire time had been a distraction, a way to lure him away. there are other skill-users in the mafia, but none quite as dangerous as him. 

though, he hears it, then. a small little sound, muffled and hoarse, full of pain. 

he ducks into another corner of a warehouse, and you’re there — bound with chains and a gag across your mouth, one of your eyes blackened with bruises, your nose bleeding. 

his heart aches. never in his life has he so quickly made his way over, used the sharp edges of his ability to shear through the chains, falling to his knees as he unbinds the cloth from your lips. 

“where are they?” he rasps, mouth opening and closing, hating the sound of his own voice. he recognizes his desperation, his anger, but the affectionate sound that clips at the end is unfamiliar, as he shakily pulls himself closer to you. 

you glance up at him, eyes glossy and wide, and though you are scared, hurt, he’s so thankful you are alive. his heart flips once, as you grasp at his cloak, the material that has the blood of so many staining the threads. 

“gone,” you say, throat chalky, words nothing more than a note against the wind. “they fled when they heard it was you coming.” 

“and left you?” he asks, jaw clenching, as he hopes that the emotions aren’t as visible on his features as he thinks they are. “were you not a ransom?” 

“no,” you swallow, hard, as if in pain. he notices bruises around your neck, the shape of fingerprints indented there. “i was bait.”

anger rises up in him like a wave, engulfing him, wholly and relentlessly. he is no stranger to that, like he is the kindness you show him, the way you look at him as if he is your protector, rather than a bringer of destruction. “i’ll go after them. where are they headed? they’ll pay, i’ll slaughter—”

“ryunosuke,” you say, reaching for him as he stands, expression pleading as he backs away. “stay.” 

he has half a mind to ignore you — the enemy escaped, after all. but your voice. your eyes… you look so small sitting there, bloodied and bruised and broken. 

“please,” you try again, near tears, and though he has never been good with obvious displays of emotion, something within him snaps at the desperation in the word. 

he nods, slowing his pace as he returns to you, lets you wrap yourself in him, cling to him. his hands fall, naturally, to your waist, somehow knowing where they belong, even if akutagawa never has a clue what he’s doing with you. 

“i’ll call hirotsu,” he says simply, before pulling out his phone, not bothering to untangle himself from you. 

𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 . . .

dazai is not a forgiving man, and will never learn to be. forgiveness is not a luxury he is often able to indulge in in his line of work, and his heart has hardened enough that until the end of time, those that are branded his enemies will remain his enemies. 

though, in his blackened heart, one soured over the course of time, you have carved out your own little space, lit it up with golden rays of light that are fiery enough to melt the stone casing of his chest. 

his only love — his only weakness. but it is a weakness that his enemies know about as well. 

dazai tries his best to keep you safe. he always has, and he knows that, sometimes, his grasp on you can be a little too tight. that the way he tries to keep you under his watchful eye can sometimes be stifling, frustrating. 

but he can’t always be there to protect you. and it is in times like these, that he regrets letting you go without a bodyguard. he regrets that he listened to your insistence that you could keep yourself safe. 

he should’ve at least told you to take a friend. 

“boss,” his subordinate says, bowing his head, his voice pleading, desperate. “i’m so sorry. your wife—”

“if anything… anything happens to her, you will be the one responsible, do you understand?” dazai says, his eyes cold as he glowers down at the man, only a few inches shorter than him, but feeling so much smaller. “i will personally see that this act does not go unpunished.” 

“of course, sir,” the man says, and he, at the very least, has the decency to sound resigned. to accept his fate and suffer the consequences, for allowing the boss’s wife to get herself into such a situation. 

and dazai means it, every last word; if he finds you in a state closer to death, anyone who put you in harm’s way will be torn apart from the inside out. he isn’t able to think of anything but bringing you home safely, his hands shaking with rage as he sends more than enough people out on a search to find you. 

with all the strings he’s able to pull as the mafia boss, it doesn’t take long to find you, for those that have bravely — or stupidly — used his wife as bait to come forward, and offer an attempt at some sort of negotiation. 

there’s little of the conversation that dazai remembers on the phone, even less that he remembers after that. the anger bubbles up in him and grabs hold of his conscience, the emotion directing his movements with a mind of its own. 

he’s already sent out every last one of his people into the field, ensuring that the organization that had the gall to threaten you is wiped off the face of the earth. deleted from every corner of the world, buildings flattened to the ground. by tomorrow, they won’t have ever existed. 

today, he doesn’t care what happens as long as he finds you alive. 

you’re held hostage by two men — so completely beaten that they’ve given up on any restraints. whatever they wanted from you, you seemed to refused to have given up, lip bleeding, eyes swelling so badly that you can’t even open them. 

dazai doesn’t hesitate before pulling the trigger on the first man, then turning to the other, shooting the hand that holds the pistol. the man recoils, shouts, and drops the weapon completely, as dazai lands another bullet to his knee, causing him to fall. 

slowly, dazai walks up, firing again to his other arm, a loud snap echoing throughout the room. the man winces, trying to crawl to the gun, one last desperate attempt to stay alive. 

he kicks the gun away, watching, as, pathetically, the expression in the enemy’s face changes — any of his remaining hope vanishes. 

“you told me she was unharmed,” dazai says, bending down, his coat flaring out behind him as he squats. 

the man coughs, gasping for air as the blood seeps out of him. “we lied.” he smiles cruelly, and though he shares the same sort of darkness as those in the port mafia, there is something even more twisted in his smile. 

dazai hums. “you the leader?” 

the man doesn’t give an answer, but the slight twitch of surprise on his face is all dazai needs. he’s no one — just a grunt whose life was put on the line to guard you. 

“didn’t think so.” dazai shoots him once, straight through the forehead, instantly killing him. but he is vindictive, angry, and the man he truly wants to destroy, the one who took you, is nowhere to be found. another bullet lands, tearing apart the flesh of his temple, then another, and one more, his skull beginning to cave in from the force of it all. 

dazai heaves, letting the gun clatter to the ground as it runs out of bullets, and then he realizes, all this time, you’ve just been watching him. the ugliest side of him — the worst side of him. 

you’re no stranger to it, of course. how can you be, when you’ve shared a life with him for years? but that doesn’t mean he wants you to see it, see how bloodthirsty he can become. 

he stumbles over to you, where you’re still sitting on the ground, your wrist in your lap, bent at an angle that he knows isn’t right. bruises are littered across your skin, and your hair is matted from the blood that pools at your temple. 

it takes every ounce of restraint he has to stay calm, a million feelings swirling under his skin. ones that he was never familiar with until he met you. 

“i’m sorry,” he says, taking your face in his hands so, so softly, worried that he’ll hurt you even more. “i’m sorry, darling. i should’ve — i should’ve been there.” dazai notices his hands are shaking and he balls them up into fists, leaning back. “fuck. fuck — i’ll kill them all, just tell me who it was. anyone who laid a finger on you. i’ll cut them down one by one.” 

“osamu,” you say, and your voice is raspy, cracking, as your unbroken arm reaches for him, squeezing his shaking hand. “i—”

you open your mouth to continue, but only tears come streaming down your cheeks, over your bloodied lips, saltiness soaking your jawline. no words don’t leave you, but a soft sob chokes itself up your throat.

“hey, hey, hey.” dazai’s voice softens, every muscle in his body relaxing as he draws you nearer to him, into his chest with a touch that’s barely there. “you’re safe. i’m here, okay? they’re not going to hurt you again, sweetheart.” 

you sniffle, barely making a sound, but he can feel the tears drop onto his clothes, soaking the material.

“can you walk? are you hurt anywhere else?” 

you hesitate for a moment before answering; he’s not sure if there’s a reason you only answer the first question. “i can walk.” 

dazai nods, and though the rage is still bubbling there, underneath the surface, there is a coolant streaming through him at the vision of you alive. the men who did this will pay the price, but he still has you — and that’s all that matters.

thank you for reading !!! ❤︎

[cheriiyaya]

MASCARA RUNNIN' DOWN HER LITTLE BAMBI EYES !

FEATURING : D.Osamu, N.Chuuya + Fem!reader

♡ awww, their pretty girl's crying? or, dazai and chuuya with an emotional lover !

CW: fluff, dazai's a lil mean but its ok guys, clingy!reader, super self indulgent yall, erm crying (a lot of it), light angst(?) in chuuya's,

A/N: this was in my drafts for so long afjndkvndf also ogs know that my first fic was something similar ALSO I LOWKEY HATE THIS AJHHHOJFOIERW

"♪ Lana, how I hate those guys! ♪"

DAZAI OSAMU...⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Dazai admits that he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the way you looked when you got upset over little things- your pretty eyes glossy with tears, lashes heavy and damp and tears dripping down your flushed cheeks, god you looked so adorable and dazai just can't help himself !

Dazai giggled softly, cradling your head against his chest as you sobbed into his shirt. fingers curled into the cotton as you quivered and sniffled in his hold.

"D'awh, what's wrong darling?" He cooed, brushing his lips against the top of your head before tugging your head back to see your face, clicking his tongue and tapping his thumb against your tear-stained cheek as you tried to hide your face against his neck. He stared at you, taking you in as you wailed and hiccupped. "aw, what's got the pretty girl so sad?"

"n-nothing..." you sobbed out of your sore throat, sniffling as more tears rolled down your features. dazai sighed, shaking his head and he gives your hair a light tug.

"Don't lie, what's wrong bella'?" He grins, kissing your tear stained cheeks as he strokes your hair. "I come home to see you all teary eyed only to burst out wailing when you see me." dazai teased, tone full of mirth.

Truthfully, dazai never minded when you were like this, and hearing the way you mumbled out an "I missed you" in that little strained voice of yours made his heart melt. He wiped away tears beading up on your lash line, smoothing his thumb against your flushed cheek.

"You missed me? awww, the cutie missed me? darling you can't possibly be this upset whenever I'm not around." He spoke with mock disappointment, biting down on his tongue in amusement when you began to cry harder.

"'m sorry!! 'm sorry!!!" You wailed, actually thinking he was mad at you. How cute.

Dazai hummed, stealing a kiss from your lips and nestling his long fingers into your hair.

"Aww, don't cry! c'mon, you're gonna ruin your pretty face by crying that much! It's okay, bella'- god you looks so adorable right now!"

NAKAHARA CHUUYA...⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Like dazai, chuuya can't help but admit your adorable when you cry, but he's a little more sympathetic. Shushing you softly to quell your worries-and he can't help but wish you'd be a little less emotional with everything.

"doll, please stop cryin', alright? I'm fine." chuuya sighed, rubbing circles on your back as your trembling form clung to him. you let out a choked sob, fisting his shirt in trembling hands.

"y-you were so late!!! I thought somethin' happened to you!!" you choked out, burying your face against his chest, dampening his gray vest with tears. chuuya's heart clenched, as if bony fingers wrapping around and squeezing hard as you sobbed in his arms.

he gently tugged your head up, kissing your forehead and mumbling against your hairline.

"sweetheart, I'm fine- the boss had a shit tonna work for me to finish, that's all." chuuya explained softly, pulling away and cupping your chin, pressing a gloved thumb on your quivering bottom lip "please don't cry, f'me?" He brushed his thumb back and forth on the plush of your lip.

You looked up at him, eyes glossy and red-rimmed. Chuuya sighed, brushing back your hair. He never minded how much you cared about him, but at moments like this...

He just wished you wouldn't stress yourself out like this.

Stroking your hair, chuuya whispered:

"Doll, you don't hafta worry about me so much, okay? I'm here, I'm okay, so stop crying, huh? It'll ruin your pretty face, 'kay? There you go..."

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©Cheriiyaya 2024.

[toorurs]

LOVE IS AN OPEN DOOR

synopsis: if you wouldn't know any better you'd think that chuuya nakahara doesn't take a liking to you - he loathes you. but what if one day you make a shocking discovery that it might be the opposite.

pairing: chuuya nakahara x gn!reader | wordcount: 1.2k | content & warnings: im at the first ep of s4, so if chuuya mischaracterized no need to wonder…, school au-ish kind of??, cursing (fuck), dazai teases chuuya for his crush, chuuyas kinda not rly good with his feelings and expressing himself, drinking (chuuya offering to go out and drink), dazai plays cupid/matchmaker

a/n: when i wrote this i didn't have 15 yo dazai or chuuya in mind (cause of the school au yk) just as them idk but interpret it however you like - high school or college wtv, im so obsessed with chuuya rn y'all don't even know, hope u guys enjoy this little thing i've whipped up in an hour

you're convinced that chuuya nakahara hates you.

that's one thing you're sure of. after all, he avoids you like the plague; however when the two of you do get in touch with one another, he starts cursing you out, calling you names such as “dumbass" and abruptly leaves.

yeah, you're pretty sure that that guy dislikes - if not despises you. although until now you've hadn’t had the slightest idea why. well, that was the case up until now.

some days have passed since you started noticing it. every time you hung out with dazai and started laughing a bit too loudly at his jokes or lightly slapped his shoulder, chuuya gave you a death stare - if you wouldnt know any better he looked like he’d grab your throat any minute to shut you up.

admittedly (and also embarrassedly) you never really noticed it until dazai has pointed it out. which, on one hand, explains the weird feeling you’ve recently gotten - it felt like someone was shooting daggers at the back of your head, luckily for you, that’s solved now.

but on the other hand, you still demand an explanation why chuuya would do that. is it simply because of his (one-sided) hatred towards you, that can’t be the case right? or did he have a huge crush on dazai, that’s the most realistic explanation that you can think of.

-

once school ended and the bell had just rung to release everyone from their classes and go back home. you’d usually scurry home right away, because there was no point in staying longer, after all who’d want to endure this hell house also known as school more than necessary, it's no use right?

well jokes on you, staying over time was definitely worth it. kunikida assigned you the task (forced) to carry a huge stack of boxes full of documents and paper to your homeroom teacher's room, because it was the “right” thing to do - well at least according to his ideals. 

“but what about dazai? that idiot  just ran off and is probably slacking off right now!” you protested, because it's not fair when everyone has a task to complete and someone else just gets to relax, right? 

at your complaint the blond could only scoff “i’ll scold him later, but for now let's just concentrate on the task in front of us, time is running out.”

-

that’s how you ended up here, back pressed against the heavy classroom door that separated you and the two guys that were inside the room as you tried to listen in into their conversation.

initially your plan was to find dazai, drag him by the collar of his white button up and beat his ass for skipping and leaving you alone with a ton of boxes that not only cost you ten minutes to carry around or so.

because neither kunikida or anyone else didn’t bother to tell you that there were three, fucking three, of those staples of boxes that were filled with countless papers.

however, it came to a change of plans upon hearing chuuyas’ voice. usually, any sound that was made inside of the classrooms was drowned out and barely audible to hear outside the room. 

this time, that didn’t seem to be the case though. chuuyas’ screaming and dazais' hysterical laughter were faint but loud enough to hear from outside the room. 

“come on chuuya, there's no need denying it, you have a massive crush on them.” dazais’ voice was laced with amusement as he started laughing out loud which seemed to piss the redhead off. 

you were able to hear a small huff that escaped dazais mouth. “chuuya, there’s really no need to start getting all violent, just admit that you’re absolutely whipped for them!” the brunette chuckled. “so stop kicking me in the balls!” that probably earned him another kick as you could hear dazai letting out a small “ouch.”

“shut up, shitty dazai.” the guy in question only snickered at that. “yeah, yeah. everyone’s able to tell that you’re madly in love with them. every time you’re around them you start to get beet red, the color even exceeds the one of your hair! a hilarious sight to look at, really.” 

you didn’t hear a response from chuuya and apparently neither did dazai so he just continued his rant. “also, let me tell you one thing, you’re not making it any better by cussing them out or intently staring at them, that’s just scary, man!” dazai closes his eyes and starts shaking his head before tutting in disappointment.

“oh chuuya. the brunette sighs, eyes still closed. “letting a beauty like them slip away this easily by not showing any proper interest. you’re to be pitied, really.” the male moves away from his previous position and bolts over to the door, crossing his arms as his back leans against the door.

an exasperated sigh leaves chuuyas mouth. “what do you expect me to do then? they probably have a horrible impression of me already. if i pull up with a bouquet of roses and some cliché pick up lines, they’d probably stare at me in horror, wondering if i got possessed or something.” he sneers at dazai. 

just who in the world are they talking about?

dazai pretends to think for a moment before snapping his fingers. “well for starters, how about greeting them, doesn’t even have to be verbal, just some waving or nodding. then start hanging out with them!”

“idiot! how's that supposed to work from just greeting each other!” the ginger scowls at dazai.

“hold your horses.” the brunette whistles. “i didn't say to rendez-vous and have a candle-light dinner. how about accepting those group invites first that you keep declining. then you’d have the chance to meet up with them more often and get to know them.”

dazai continues to advise chuuya by giving him tips and recommendations “try bonding over stuff with each other, like favorite shows or food. and if you’re not incapable of doing so, how about complimenting them. wouldn't hurt you know?” dazai shrugs in simplicity. 

chuuyas still skeptical “assumingly that was the case. the two of us attending the same party, they’re alone and i finally get the chance to approach them, what the fuck am i supposed to say?” dazai only smiles at chuuya, a look that says “that’s up to you.” 

“why not use me as your lab rat!” dazai suggests optimistically.

“no way in hell!” chuuya shoots back pessimistically.

after pondering and musing for a while, chuuya comes up with a curt sentence. “i find you really good looking and cool.” the redhead stops and both you and dazai await his continuation in anticipation. “wanna go out and grab drinks sometimes?” chuuya doesn’t look up from the floor which he’s been staring at for the past minute. the tips of his ears tinted in a vermillion red.

“well, that wasn't so hard was it?” dazai asks cheerily, clapping his hands together. “if you still have doubts, how about you try it on the real thing now?” and before you can realize what's going on dazai swiftly steps away from the door before grabbing the door handle and opens the door, revealing your figure to the two guys. 

you’re not sure who's more taken aback, you or chuuya.

e/n: as y’all can tell the title is inspired by frozen's love is an open door cause y’know dazai opens the door for chuuya to confess his feelings. does this make sense lol??

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[tender-rosiey]

hiii! can i request for fyodor, dazai, and ranpo hcs about "the romantic things they would do to win your heart" ty!

“I WANT YOUR LOVE”

— how dazai, fyodor and chuuya try to win your heart

a/n: i went through the five stages of grief writing this UHOFHO also sorry I didn't include ranpo; I hope you like it nonetheless <3 up next is husband!sukuna

OSAMU DAZAI:

so, I wouldn’t say extravagant BUT I would say that it is pretty loud

like gives you a huge bouquet in front of literally everyone kind of loud

also literally shouts your name whenever he sees you, “AHH BELLADONNA, MY BEAUTIFUL Y/N HOW GORGEOUS YOU LOOK TODAY!”

the way he brightens up in your presence is also so obvious like eugh take your lovesick self away bro

he also has a special sixth sense that tells him that you’re close by

when he does get to you, he literally showers you with affection

also, you know when he ditches meetings? he would literally attend them just to be with you, if you’re there that is

same case is when he is running away from kunikida, my man chooses to live his last moments gazing at your beauty and then happily suffer kunikida’s wrath

exhibit a:

“atsushi, have you seen dazai?” kunikida asked as he and atsushi patrolled the streets.

atsushi shook his head, but quickly went to get you, who was busy finishing the taiyaki you got as a treat for yourself after a day of hard work.

however, looks like this travail won’t end so you look up at both of them and tilt your head lightly, “do you guys need something?”

atsushi doesn’t answer, but instead inhales deeply and screams, “DAZAI-SAN, Y/N IS HERE!” which you could bet that the entirety of the city heard.

it’s quiet for a while, but then you hear the sound of rapid steps and panting. the moment you look back, you’re tackled by the bandaged man who merely chirps a happy ‘belladonna!’ as the both of you land on the ground.

“here he is, kunikida-san,” atsushi says with a smile and kunikida nods thoughtfully then proceeds to scribble something in his notebook.

you do hear, amidst getting yourself squashed in a hug by dazai, kunikida mumbling something along the lines of “scream ‘y/n is here’ so dazai can appear”.

he literally doesn’t try to hide it, but that’s like in the very beginning of him falling for you

when he realizes that ‘crap it's serious’ and that he really did fall for someone

I feel like his way of trying to win your heart will change to be much more intimate and quieter

like he is still loud and chaotic on daily basis, of course

but you will find yourself sharing a lot of quiet moments where you just bask in each other’s presence

he gets protective as well, but like people can tell he IS being protective, but YOU can’t

not because you’re dumb, oblivious or anything, it’s just that dazai doesn’t want to make you feel like your relationship changed and low-key doesn’t want to make it awkward

a protective that makes you go ‘what’s wrong with dazai’ and makes the other person go ‘I need to run’

I also see him still getting you bouquets, but they will be accompanied with small notes

they could be like the following:

“you are so beautiful that I swoon for you.”

“I hope your day was as lovely as you are.”

“how can someone be this effortlessly gorgeous?”

of course, they still include comical ones

“I accidentally knocked the tomato soup on kunikida’s pants yesterday, and his face was as red as said soup from anger. you could say that ‘the time of the month’ was a bit harsh on him ;)”

I also feel like he will try to initiate conversations a lot more (idk how because like y’all already talked A LOT)

It’s just that he becomes curious about what you think of everything and purely wants to know more about you, your views in life and whatnot

you could be talking about the silliest things and he would still be so interested and fully indulge you

I see him also sharing with you places with beautiful scenery that he often goes to; it’s just so intimate and he WANTS to make you know that you’re special

he jokes and still flirts loudly, but there are quiet moments because he wants you to understand that you having a hold on his heart is no joke

FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY:

hm, it’s been a while since I wrote for him

so remember how I said dazai is kind of subtle in showing his genuine interest?

well, with fyodor you can’t even tell whether he changed or not

it’s just a normal everyday fyodor

BUT there some stuff he does extra

he gets protective, but just a little

so before, he used to glare at anyone who gets near you to hurt you which makes them quickly stop in their tracks, now he just instantly grabs their hand and threatens to kill them

another thing I see him doing is like taking you to places that he finds amusement in or like enjoys lol

that’s to show you off or show you a part of him in a more obvious way

he wants to show you his interests and see if they appeal to you as well or not

if they don’t then fak you, I mean then it’s fine cause variety is key

“fyodor.”

“yes?”

“couldn’t we go to a more entertaining place?” you inquire as you sip your drink and stare at the man who got you here in the first place.

fyodor smirks lightly, “whatever do you mean? this is highly entertaining.”

“1 year olds eating chess pieces is not my kind of entertainment, but okay.”

literally does stuff like this for giggles and his actual entertainment

loves messing with you but like lowkey

I also see him starting to compliment you more, like just smol compliments and sometimes you even have to read between the lines to get it

but sometimes he doesn’t even try to hide it

like nikolai could be doing god knows what, but just know it’s chaotic and sigma is trying to stop him but it just results in more chaos

and fyodor would just sigh and say something along the lines of “truly, an intelligence similar to y/n’s must be hard to achieve especially for you two.”

nikolai just laughs a laugh that screams bro stfu

sigma is just offend cause like why insult me while flirting with y/n?? tf did I do???

I also think that he will be more recognizing or acknowledging of your talents?

like with fyodor, I think the biggest sign of him liking you is accepting you as an equal and not treating you as a pawn or someone less than him

exhibit a:

“fyodor, shouldn’t this arrangement be discussed without someone like her present?” the man sneers as he looks you up and down, “she doesn’t seem trustworthy nor intelligent enough to keep up with our conversations.”

you hold back from responding and merely look at fyodor, who looks at the man in silence. he clears his throat lightly after he sips some tea and speaks up, “my apologies, but if anyone lacks in intelligence then it’s certainly you.”

both your eyes and the man’s widen at fyodor’s reply; the man is angered and he stands up abruptly, “how dare you say that?! It is more than obvious that I possess more intelligence than your subordinate here!”

fyodor raises an eyebrow in inquiry, “who said that she is my subordinate?”

the man is confused, and so are you, but fyodor pays no mind as he continues, “about the trust part, the only reason you’re going to do your end of the deal is because of the information I hold against you,” a smirk takes its place on fyodor’s lips, “meanwhile, her, I can give her a knife and she wouldn’t stab me, even in a million years.”

lmao if that ain’t down bad and blindly in love then idk

also, as we all must’ve guessed: he is pretty classic in terms of ‘flirting’ with you

but I do see him gifting you a rose of some sort and saying a smartass line like “even with its thorns, the rose is considered a sign of love and romance; is that to imply the hardships that come with loving someone?—“

boy shut yo ass and give me the damn flower

CHUUYA NAKAHARA:

chuuya is someone really honest so I think he will be really obvious and clear about wanting to win your heart

albeit a bit on the tsundere side sometimes but oh well

it’s still a lot more open that the others I have mentioned and feels very genuine

I also believe that he would want you to know that he likes you

plus I don’t think he can hide it well anyway

so he gets teased by everyone along with yourself

“ooo, who caught the heart of our badass mafia executive?”

and he would just grumble, “wow, i wonder who.”

of course, it’s a given that he would buy you souvenirs and gifts cause HEYYYY YOU DESERVE THE BEST

exhibit a:

“y/n, I need to give you something!”

you perk up at the voice and smile at chuuya, “yeah?”

he looks you in the eye for a moment before grumbling, face a soft hue of pink, and getting out the gift he got and placing it on your desk.

“aww, chuuya, you shouldn’t have!”

he crosses his arms and looks to the side, cheeks burning slightly, “yeah yeah, but I wanted to get you something.”

the smile never leaves your face and instead gets bigger as you see what’s inside. the thing about chuuya’s gifts is that they are always thoughtful.

“do you…like it?” you hear him mumble softly and just to hug him tightly.

“thank you so much! it’s amazing! I really love it!”

he stumbles over his words before yelling, obviously flustered, “t-that’s good! but you don’t have to hug me!”

“you don’t want me to?” you ask, slightly sad and chuuya wants to kick himself for making you like that.

“I DIDN’T SAY THAT EITHER!”

lmao, I love the guy

when you guys do get into a relationship, he is a lot less shy and open for affection but we are still not there yet hehe

something to add is that he also loves taking you anywhere you like

like either drive you there with his very cool motorcycle or you guys hanging out at some place

and like the places are…very extravagant to say the least

“so what do you think of the place?”

“chuuya, the walls are painted gold.”

“and?”

“chuuya, the fountain is dripping gold.”

“you don’t deserve anything less.”

Idk about you guys but I also think chuuya is a huge tease when he wants just not as horribly or as big as dazai

like just light teasing in general but it’s still so flustering; they’re things like:

“did the doll forget her keys again?”

“poor baby, want me to kiss it for you?” (but a lot less derogatory than when he said it to dazai 🤡; he really does want to kiss the pain away for you <33)

chuuya is rather protective by default so I feel like that won’t change, maybe amplified? but you can’t tell the difference because chuuya was always willing to beat some ass anyway

I see him being pretty attentive to your needs as well

like he has a bottle of water for you ready and maybe some food along with any personal essentials. he is a little grumpy when giving it to you, but it’s just to mask how nervous he is because of your smile

another thing, i think he does is write you letters

and they most of the time have poems? since you had told him about how he somehow (he did take offense to the word) has a good way with words

he also loves getting praised by you so it’s worth it even if it makes him a bit shy

now to end this on a cute note, the beginning phase of his confession included one of his poems accompanied with a rose

and its last lines were:

“once I believed love poems were foolish yet now I do nothing but dream about love”

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[coolyiooo]

BSD Men Reacting To You saying "I fake my orgasms"

parings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, and Chuuya

❗Warnings❗: begging, edging, praise, degrade, overstimulating, squirting and more

Summary:You two were in a bit of a small, stupid, argument. And for some reason you thought you'd get back at him if you said "I fake my orgasms" to him.

🖤DAZAI🖤

He looked a bit taken back, it was an out of the blue comment. He just stared at you with wide eyes

"So your telling me you were acting like you were dumb on my cock, to the point you couldn't even form sentences, or think about anything else but my name and my cock?"

You gulped a bit "yes"

He kept staring at you, then he smiled with his eyes closed. He looked very innocent looking

"Hm Then I guess I'm going to have to make it up to you for making you unsatisfied"

He then takes you to the bedroom and rails you like there's no tomorrow. Making you cum again and again. Orgasm after orgasm and he still hasn't stopped. The way this man kissed you, praise you, degrade you, moaned your name, and held you always put you over the edge. He put you in a state where all you could do was form small words and moan.

"Heh~ I knew you were lying bella~ your squeezing me so fucking tightly with your pretty little cunt ah~ mmn~ just tell me you were lying and I promise I'll stop~"

"MMMN~! I- I AAH~ w-was! MMPPH~ P-please AGH~! S-spare m-me!"

"Hmm~ I want a better apology bella~"

"SAMU~ y-your mmn-! The only one who's ever m-made me AGH~! Satisfied! MMM~ Please f-forgive me! Mmmn-! I'm sorry~!"

"Good girl~ as my reward mmn~ I'll bury my cum deep inside you ah~! You'll for sure cum again heh~ I'm sure you don't mind~"

💚RANPO💚

He looked at you with a bit of a worried expression.

"Are you trying to hurt my feelings?..because it's working"

When it comes to you, he cant handle any type of degrading, even if he knows it's not true.

"I know your lying but it still doesn't help that you hurt my feelings!" He said with a bit of tears in his eyes.

"I- I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking!"

"Then make it up to me!"

"H-huh? Well what can I do to make you forgive me?"

He thought for a second and then spoke "I want to see you dumb on my cock from how many times you'll cum on it" he said with a smile.

Later that night. You were jumping on his cock even after a couple orgasms. You and him were both hugging eachother even with you bouncing on his dick. All both of you could do was moan and whimper. He was also in the same state as you were in but he was just a tab bit more stable.

"Mmmn~! you feeling good on my cock, sugar? Ah~! Your so f-fucking wet mph~! from how much you came on my cock~"

You could only respond in whimpers and moans. "Heh~ I forgive you, sweetie~ mmmn~ now let me give you a little cream filling Mph~! as a token of my gratitude~"

💜FYODOR💜

He chuckled "is that your pathetic attempt of getting back at me? If your going to lie you have to make it believable, my love"

"I-"

He grabbed your chin and looked at you with dark eyes "You'll regret saying such a disgusting lie, my dear. I'll have to show you just how horribly wrong you are"

He drags you into the bedroom and makes love to you roughly. It felt so fucking good but Fyodor kept on edging you. No matter how many times you kept apologizing and begging for a release, he wouldn't grant you your wish.Its pathetic but you were crying at this point. You've never felt so desperate.

"P-please Fedya! MMM~! I want to cum! It hurts! AGH~! I need it~!"

He then pulled his cock outside of your quivering cunt. You whimpered loudly.

"Why should I let you have your release? You've misbehaved, and I have to teach you a lesson to never lie to me"

"I p-promise I'll never lie to you! I swear I've learned my lesson, I'll be better. Please just let me cum. I'm sorry, Fedya!" you said, crying from desperation.

Suddenly he kissed your cheek, that was wet from your tears, and began to ram into you, shaking the whole bed. You began moaning loudly, while gripping onto Fyodor's shoulders.

"Mmn~ Then what are you waiting for, my love? Let it all out~"

You didn't waste a single second and came, probably the best orgasm you ever had. You moaned so loud it was basically just screaming. It was such an amazing release, you squirted all over Fyodor. After you calmed down from your high, your body was basically knocked out. Fyodor then kissed your lips gently.

"Thank you, fedya" you whispered before you fell asleep.

💙ATSUSHI💙

His face turned pale like a ghost "a-are.. are you serious?" You could see a bit of tears in his eyes. How could he not? All he ever wanted to do was satisfy you, but knowing he's been failing, he feels useless

Oh no. What have you done? How could you do this to literally the nicest man on earth?

"I- I'm sorry I couldn't be a better man" he said, looking down, almost like a whimper. "I'm sorry I'm not good enough" You immediately hugged him

"NO! Atsushi I was lying! Your more than enough. Your literally perfect!"

He seemed confused "then why did you say that?"

"I just- wasn't thinking...I really was lying. If I'm being honest your the best man I've ever been with"

He felt relieved but he still felt like you were lying, his insecurities getting the better of him. You could tell he wasnt really believing what you were saying.

"How about... I show you just how much you satisfy me?"

You were soon both in the bed. You were being passionate and gentle, giving him so much praise he almost couldn't handle it. You were wrapped up in each other's arms, kissing every inch of the others body. You were both on your sides while facing each other, One of your legs held by his arm to put around his waist. His head on your shoulder being a whimpering mess.

"Mmn~ F-fuck! you make me feel so amazing, Atsushi~ mmnph~! i-im g-gonna cum again"

"Mmmn~! Me too ah! F-fuck! d-dont stop! Please~ I need to feel you cum on my dick again~ mph~! it feel so good~"

It's safe to say he forgives you and knows how much you love him.

🧡CHUUYA🧡

Our beloved man looks so offended. His eyes look so confused but he also looks a bit worried.

"Your kidding, right?"

"Well, what if I told u I wasn't?"

He looked at you with the same expression, then he started to smile, then began to full on laugh. You were confused.

"why are you laughing?"

"You said a joke so I laughed, dollface" he said with a slight smirk.

"Me and you both know I satisfy you very well. No offense darling, but if I didn't satisfy your needs then why do you always come to me, begging for my cock like a whore for a release?"

Now YOU were a bit offended, but it's because you know he's right."Do I really act like that?" You asked a bit embarrassed

He smirks "Hm? Well why don't I prove it to you, doll? So you can see for yourself"

You soon find yourself in your bed with Chuuya railing you, making the bed shake as if it's going to break any second. You were moaning loudly and so was he. Seeing how his hips moved into your pussy, desperate to reach the deepest parts of you to fill his cum into, was so hot.

"I-im gonna Mmmn~! Cum! "

"Then beg for it like you always do, doll~ Ah~! otherwise I won't allow you to~ Mnn~!"

"Please~ Mmn~ I need you to m-make me cum Mph~! it feels so good~ please don't s-stop! Ah~!" You whimpered, a bit embarrassed

"You always beg so beautifully Mph~! It makes me so fucking hard hah~ Go ahead and cum on my dick, darling"

You came on his dick, squeezing him with your pussy tightly. Your loud moaning was music to Chuuya's ears. The scene was so fucking unbearable for him he also came. You were both now breathing heavily, calming down from your highs. After a couple seconds, Chuuya started to pound you again.

"You didn't think we were actually done did you doll~?"

[aphroditestempleimagines]

A nice bottle of wine

Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x fem!Reader - 18+

Words: 2916

Warnings: oral(m! & f!receiving), fingering, lowkey brat-taming, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don't do this kids), angry sex, rough sex, groping, nipple play, hickeys, aftercare, marking, creampie, bruising, language

Summary: You're an executive in the Port Mafia, playing cards with Chuuya. After a bottle of wine (or two) the game develops into a strip poker and (dot dot dot).

Author's note: Just fyi, wine sends you to happy land faster than anything. And I have no idea how to do this trope, I hope you enjoy it if that's your thing. And you know how I am, I can't NOT turn it into love. Also what am I doing with my life?

"Nice seeing you here, fancyhat", you said, closing the door to the executive lounge behind you.

Chuuya let out an annoyed grunt. "Piss off", he said.

You chuckle as you make your way to the table. "What's gotten you into such a bad mood?", you lean towards him, "Did Dazai do something to piss you off again?"

"I told you not to say that name in front of me", he growls.

"He's just playing with you, you know", you sigh as you take a seat across from him, "You're very easy to manipulate for a single reason".

You let that hook dangle in front of him as the two of you sit in silence. It is not long before curiosity gets the better of him and urges him to ask what you mean.

"Isn't it obvious?", you raise your shoulder.

"No, not to me", he mocks.

You smile as you reach to caress his jaw. He draws back, cheeks flustered as he screams "What The HELL?".

"See?", you wink, "That's the reason"

Time passes and the boss is running late. The bottle of wine Chuuya had brought for the meeting is drained little by little by the two of you. To battle the boredom you take out a deck of cards and suggest a poker game. It's easy to wire Chuuya in and play; all one has to do is claim he can't. Yet it's surprising to see that he is extremely skilled. Most shockingly, his poker face is astoundingly well-built, with no space for any sort of interpretation of his feelings, unlike in his everyday life. Even teasing him does not seem to shake him off, other than tinting his cheeks with a slight reddish hue.

"Might if I change the deal?", he asks in earnestness after a few rounds as he takes a look at his new cards.

You raise one of your eyebrows. "To what?"

"We'll play some rounds", Chuuya rearranges his cards, "Each time I win I will remove one piece of clothing from you"

There's no jest in his tone and neither in his eyes. I can feel the weight of his gaze upon me, serious and predatory, as he waits for my answer.

"Why do you want to do that?", you ask curiously.

"Cause I want to", he says.

His gaze is sure and penetrating as it fixes upon you. A blush creeps onto your cheeks. "You understand I am obligated to ask something similar, don't you Chuuya?", you challenge that steel gaze.

"Will you ask to put them back on?"

"No", you lean towards him, "I want you to remove one of yours"

He scoffs. "Works for me", he says, "Although I doubt you'll get more than one on me"

"We'll see", you smirk back at him.

The first game is won by Chuuya.

"Let's start with the jacket", he moves behind your chair. He pulls it off of your shoulders, his fingers caressing your skin. He plants a kiss at the side of your neck, a kiss and a bite which has your ears redden. You turn away but you know he is smiling at your reaction. You restrain your flustered expression. A game like this could only have one resolution, you knew that. But it was weird how the same Chuuya, who quipped and scoffed at your teasing and flirtations was now, after some wine, forward and teasful himself.

Piece after piece your clothes disappear along with your chances of getting the upper hand. "Rules are rules", Chuuya says as his fingers unbutton your shirt. He plants a kiss where your neck meets your head, sucking at the soft skin while his hands play with your loose hair.

You want to call his name. You have been wanting him to do something, anything, since the day you first laid eyes on him. Yet even after years and years of working under Mori's orders, even after climbing to the top of the food chain of those who rule the nights of Yokohama, he was as untouchable as the first day. But not today. Today he took step after step bringing the two of you together. You did not care if what he wanted was one night or something more. At the end of the day, it didn't matter. You wanted him. Even if all he gave was a night you'd take it over nothing at all at this point.

The next game is yours. "What will it be?", Chuuya asks bluntly, pretending not to care.

"The hat", you smile devilishly.

Chuuya blushes in a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "HUH?", his tongue rattles, "Are you seriously choosing the HAT?"

"Rules are rules", you mock back.

He lets out a growl before slamming the hat on the table. "You could have chosen something better you know", he says annoyed.

"I don't want to", your mind is too slowed down by wine to stop you from climbing on the table, your hand reaching for his ginger hair. You entwine his locks with your fingers; you are mesmerized by how soft it is.

"If you're drunk, pick up your clothes and leave", Chuuya turns his head away, "Do it now"

"I'm fine here", you say, "I still have time to turn this around"

"May I propose an ultimatum then?", he asks seriously.

"Go on"

"Whoever wins the next one gets to give the other one order", with your bra long discarded, his thumb traces your naked nipple.

You chuckle. "That hasn't worked that well for you in the past you know", you say, "Do you have something in mind to suggest this?"

"Do you want me to spell it out?", Chuuya stands from his chair. He leans towards you as you sit on the table, his hands dragging you closer to him by the hips. "I want to fuck that smirk off of you", his lips hover above yours, "right here on this table".

You want nothing more than to capture his lips. They are so close you can feel the weight of his breath on your tongue. Your body aches to close the distance between you, but you straighten your back and gaze back at him defiantly. "You know what they say about short men", you mock.

"Do you want me to choke you on it?", he growls.

"If I win", you palm his half-hard length over his black trousers, "I'll take your choker and leave you like this"

You pull away faster than he can touch you. You deal the cards yourself, even though you hope to lose.

"I'll make sure they can hear you down on the ground floor", he says with the best poker face you have ever seen. You cannot tell whether he is bluffing you or if you truly should pass the next hand.

"Are you this confident you'll win this time?", you ask even though he has already managed to undress you this much, "From what I've heard you have incredibly bad luck at poker when it matters the most"

"That's because I was playing with that waste of good bandages", he says plainly, "I may not be able to read his moves but I can read yours clear as day"

You take a chance to bet; a full house from Chuuya is what crushes it into dust. Your heart skips a beat. Before you could think Chuuya was in front of you. He crooks his fingers at you, signalling you to stand. You tremble as his bare hands trace your torso until they reach the waist of your panties and you tense. You cannot believe this is happening.

"What are you worried about?", he asks, "I bet you agreed hoping to lose". His hands are light and sweet as they caress your body. He's taking his time to turn you on, yet his actions keep hanging from your own lips, waiting for the moment you'll tell him to stop. "Are you afraid I'll find out how wet I have already made you?", he hits the mark, the pads of his digits tracing my core over the fabric, "I already know sweetheart". He presses his fingers on that spot and starts tracing slow circles. His eyes observe you for the slightest objection, but there is none.

You place your hand on his neck, pulling him close. He leans to your chest, taking one of your breasts in his mouth. Your mouth falls agape as he picks up the speed of his fingers, letting them dive into your core along with your panties.

"Chuuya...", your fingers curl around whatever part of him they can hold.

"Fuck", he breathes before kneeling down in front of you.

He takes the waist of your knickers between his teeth and pulls them down enough for you to shake them off. He places a hand behind your head and pulls you in for a brutal kiss. He hikes your leg around his waist, your bare cunt rubbing against the roughness of his trousers.

"These fucking lips", his gloved thumb traces them, "You know how I fucking feel about you don't you? That's why you keep pushing me"

"You ask for it"

He kisses you again. And again. And again; until your mind grows dizzy. He takes his gloves out with his teeth, his hands moving to grope your plump behind. Your folds keep rubbing against his thigh, his clothed length teasing your bud from time to time. His fingers plunge inside you long enough to have you climbing, leaving you before you can fall.

"Chuuya", you whine, "Please"

"Begging already?", his hand holds your chin, "Where's that spite now, huh?"

"Just fuck me already!", your fire returns at the sound of his words, "Or are you scared to keep your promise cause I won't feel anything?"

He turns you around, his hands trapping yours behind you as he bends you over the table. He frees his length and buries it inside your walls in a single thrust. Your hands reach to grab something, anything, as your breath is taken away.

"Say that again", he dares in your ear.

He feels too good for words. The only thing you can utter is his name as he sets an excruciatingly slow pace. Your hips chase him but he holds them down. His length scrapes along your walls as he carefully adjusts the angle to your reactions.

"Do you want me to make you cum?", he buries himself inside you. You nod as you bite your lip.

And then he's gone.

"What the hell?", you heave as he leans on the table next to you.

He is folding his sleeves up to his elbows. "Prove it", he pulls you in his embrace. His tongue reaches to meet yours as he kisses you deeply.

"How?", you breathe.

He pushed you onto a chair. With his hand on the back for support, he leans over you as you sit. His other hand softly lifts your chin. "Every time you open these goddamn lips I imagine them wrapped around my cock", he says.

"Pervert", you smile at him.

He gives you another angry kiss, his knee nestling between your legs, his hand grasping your throat. Soon after he pulls away and leans back on the table, waiting to see what you'll do. You push back the chair and wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him in for another kiss. Your lips trail down on his skin, from his neck to his torso. He is far more vocal than you expected. His hands hold you tight, his moans remain unrestrained. When your knees hit the floor his hand caresses your face in sweetness. He throws his head back as you take him into your mouth. The kind hand that caresses your cheek now pushes you down to take more of him in. His trance is woken up by your gagging, to which his eyes swiftly dart to check up on you. But you are fine. More than that, you want to make him lose this macho composure he had suddenly found. And he does. His chest frantically goes up and down, the song of his pleasure filling the room until he comes undone.

He pulls you up crushing his lips into yours. "Fuck you", he growls.

"Do it already", you whine.

His hands on your waist, you feel your body grow lighter as you are enveloped by the red hue of his ability. "You're already light as a feather", he said, "But I can't risk you slipping".

He lays you down on the table. He buries his head between your legs, his tongue diving inside. He stretches your walls further for him with one hand as he pumps his length with the other. He leaves a few more marks on your thigh before he rises to his feet. He thrusts his length inside you once again until his hips meet yours. He sets a harsh pace, hiking your legs over his shoulders as he calculates the speed that could retain the hardness of his thrusts.

"We keep calling Dazai the slut but you're giving him a run for his money", he smirks.

"Wh..at?", you pant, your concentration driven away each time his hips slap against yours.

"You've forgotten", his voice drops lower, "Mori can walk in any second"

He grunts as you clench around him but there is no reason to fear. A single pencil stands to block the gate, covered in a reddish glow that shines light on the slight cracks its weight is leaving on the floor.

"As if", he takes your lips in his, "I'm not letting any one of those assholes get a glimpse of you"

There was no reason to tense, yet that slight sudden tightness made you feel Chuuya so much more as he dragged his length inside you.

"Look at you, spread out for me like this", he pants, "Fucking masterpiece"

His index reaches down to press frantic circles on your clit as he sacrifices force for speed in his pounding. His hand presses you down, his fingers tracing down the centre of your torso as he admires your sweaty figure. You cover your mouth as your moans climb to a higher pitch than they've ever reached before. He grabs your hand and pulls it away.

"You're not walking out of here without everyone knowing how well I make you feel", he grunts, "They've already learnt the same about me"

"Chuuya..."

"Say it louder", he's hips rail into you, pulling out your voice by force.

"CHUUYA!", your mind goes blank as he hits your g-spot again and again until he has you trembling around him, a white ring forming around his length as he fucks you through your orgasm. You pull at his hair. He heaves above you. Soon, he can't hold back anymore. You feel his length convulse inside you as he fills you, his lips blindly searching for any part of your skin to kiss. The two of you remain in each other's embrace as you catch your breaths.

"Saturday....my house", he pants and he does not have to explain further.

"Who told you...I'll come...?"

He scoffs before giving you one more thrust. You bury your fingers in his hair as you pull at the strands. "You were saying?"

"God...you're a bastard"

He pulls out and gives you his hand to stand. He continues to support you as your legs wiggle underneath your weight. He turns you around to crush your back on his chest. His hands wrap around your torso, his lips leaving love marks on your skin. You see the blurred image of Yokohama as your tired gaze focuses on the window. Chuuya sits on the table as he pulls you closer. One hand travels back to your folds, the other turns your head towards him so he can claim your lips.

"You get on my nerves", he bites your lip, "Do you know how many of my men lust after you?".

His knee opens back your legs so his fingers can snake inside the warmth of your walls. He pinches one of your nipples with his other hand, swallowing your moans in a fervent kiss.

"But I can't shut them up 'cause I have no claim on you".

His fingers leave you. A moment later they reappear in front of your neck as they wrap his chocker around it. He ties it on the back and turns the buckle to the front like the collar of a cat.

"Chuuya...", as the sun disappears and the night prevails, your reflections dominate the glass window, burying the city behind them.

Chuuya plants some biting kisses on your shoulder as his hands fondle your breasts. "Be mine", he says, "I want to be your everything cause fuck you already are mine"

"Are you playing me?", you whisper as he leaves trails of kisses on your skin, "You hate me".

"I fucking do", he tightens his embrace, "Do you know why? Cause I love you. I hate you, 'cause I love you. So. Bloody. Much. It hurts.". He kisses your bare back before letting his forehead rest on it. "I swear", he says, "You ripped my fucking heart out and took it as your own the moment you stepped foot in this godforsaken place"

Words are meaningless in this world. They can be vain or fake or forged. But the way his arms clung around you could not be anything but honest and true.

[ranpoesgirl]

“Penny for your thoughts?” No need.

CHUUYA would be the type to spread himself out so that you can have easy access to climb onto him, hug him, strangle his hips, anything.

when standing, he is honestly considered open for attack by his opponents to kill him or for you to tackle him into a hug, and he can handle his enemies so he’ll stay this way for you.

when sitting, he is slightly man spreading for you to easily climb onto him and sit on his lap, or stand between his legs and use him as a bloating paper with your new lipstick. (you smudge your lipstick on him when you kiss him)

with this, imagine his surprise when he woke up from his nap, walked over to you doing your daily routine in the bathroom and rests his weight one of his legs while leaning against the door frame along with his hand above him supporting his position and you just mutter, “hot.” before going back to your routine.

[piichuu]

♡ BEING COMFORTED BY HIM

FEATURING: ryunosuke akutagawa, osamu dazai, ranpo edogawa, doppo kunikida, chuuya nakahara, tecchou suehiro

WARNINGS:

RYUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA

akutagawa has never been the best with words, especially not around you who makes his heart beat some extra miles per hour. just having you interlock your fingers with his is enough for words to clog up in his throat. so when your boyfriend finds you crying your eyes out in the living room, he freezes, what does he do now?

there is no time to think. hearing your sniffles and sobs is enough for him to rush into the living room and sit down beside you on the couch. you’re curled up into a ball with your knees pressed against your chest, your head slightly turning as you can feel the presence of akutagawa who is looking at you with wide eyes.

there isn’t much he needs to do. your arms already wrap around his neck in a second to pull him close. he pats your back gently and hums as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. there is no need to utter a single word, because just getting to cling onto the warmth of him is enough for the tears to eventually stop escaping your eyes.

OSAMU DAZAI

the two of you are out shopping together as dazai can feel your grip on his hand tighten. your chest is heaving up and down quicker than usual while your eyes begin to fill with panic. there are too many people around in the giant mall and dazai who’s been your boyfriend for years now, knows exactly what to do.

he makes sure to hold your hand in a strong grip so you won’t get lost in the crowd as he pushes through as quick as he can towards the exit. when looking back at you, there are already tears that have begun to stream down your cheeks which must only make matters worse as strangers are seeing you like this. “i’m getting you somewhere safe, don’t worry,” he says as you finally get out of the mall.

further away, there is an empty park where dazai drags you, constantly looking back to make sure you aren’t having too bad of a meltdown. “let’s sit here,” he mumbles as the two of you finally reach a bench. you’re quick to sit down, trying to gather yourself by closing your eyes, but the adrenaline is still running through your body. “it’s okay, my love. you’re safe now,” dazai whispers while wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close, letting you rest your head against his shoulder.

his hand strokes your back and he places a few kisses to your temple as you try to match your breathing with his calmer one. “there is no need to worry, i’m here.”

RANPO EDOGAWA

when ranpo finds you crying in the bedroom the two of your share, his first thought is to bring you some sweets. of course, who wouldn’t want that to cheer up? well, he doesn’t yet seem to understand the fact that some people need more than something to eat to feel better.

he sits on the bed beside you, putting a bowl with different candies on the night stand. “i got you some sweets to cheer up,” ranpo explains, but when your tears don’t stop streaming down your cheeks, he furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head to the side. it’s not often that he gives away the candy that he has bought to just anyone, so the fact that it doesn’t even help confuses him.

you’re hidden under a blanket as sobs make themselves heard. ranpo hasn’t seen you like this before, most likely due to the fact that you’re still a new relationship, so now when the snacks aren’t enough, he doesn’t know what to do. but as your boyfriend, he can’t just sit and watch, maybe some closeness is what you need?

“please don’t cry, i don’t want you to be sad,” he whispers while making his way under the blanket so he can wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, placing a few kisses there. “i’m here, so please relax,” one of his hands stroke your arm until the sobs eventually quieten down. “that’s good, let’s stay here for a while. don’t want you to become more sad.”

DOPPO KUNIKIDA

kunikida is a caring man, that is something that is difficult to go unnoticed. whenever you become sick, he’s by your side to feed you soup as well as some medicine. if you trip and fall, he will make sure nothing is broken and kiss every single scratch on your body before wrapping the small wounds you’ve gotten into bandages.

so it comes to no surprise that he won’t change when seeing you cry in the kitchen, hunching over the counter. the room smells burnt and anyone who looked inside the trash can would be able to see the burnt pizza that you had put in the oven for way too long.

“i wanted to cook for once and do something nice for you, you’ve been so busy all day and-“ kunikida shakes his head and puts his finger over your lips. “it’s okay, darling. let’s just order take out instead, okay? you can cook again tomorrow when you haven’t had a tough day,” he puts an arm around your waist and pulls you close, allowing you to bury your face into the crook of his neck.

his hand is warm on your back while his lips grazes over your cheek. “it’s okay, don’t worry about it. i’m happy you thought about me,” he wipes the tears away from your face and smiles softly. “now, what do you want to order? choose whatever you want.”

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

it has already become night when chuuya arrives home from work and it does not come as a surprise when he finds you laying on the couch, most likely being up, waiting for him to come back home just to make sure he’s safe. being part of the mafia does include constant danger, so you will always make sure he comes home safe and sound.

something that does however come as a surprise is the sniffles that suddenly bounces off the walls and reaches his ears. it is only now that he notices your trembling body as you’re hidden under a blanket, your face however being visible for his eyes to see the tears that have made their way down your cheeks.

at that moment, he drops everything in his hands and walks into the living room, sitting on the floor so he can be face to face to you who’s lying on your side. your chest is heaving up and down while your eyes are squeezed closed. “what’s wrong? is it because i’m home late? i thought i sent you a text-“ “it’s not that chuuya, i-i just had a really bad day.”

even as he lets out a sigh of relief, he can’t help his chest from tightening when the tears won’t stop running down your cheeks. he hesitantly puts a hand on your cheek and rubs it gently. “can i do anything?” chuuya’s voice grows quiet as you now open your eyes and nod, moving a little to make place for him on the couch.

that’s all he needs to know what it is you want. he gets on the couch beside you and wraps his arms around your waist, letting you cry into his chest. his cheeks grow slightly red at the close proximity, but his heart also grows double the size, almost exploding by knowing that you trust him so much to the point that you want his hugs for comfort. he will definitely give them to you every single time you ask.

TECCHOU SUEHIRO

if it is one thing tecchou suehiro hates, it is seeing you cry. he hates knowing the fact that you have gone through something throughout the day that has brought you to this point. so when something has hurt you like this, he will make sure that he will be the one to comfort you, because at the end of the day, you only deserve the best.

he is quiet when wandering over to you who’s curled up in bed, sobbing with your hands covering your face. tecchou doesn’t do anything about it, instead he lies down behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “you’re alright, i’m here,” he whispers while pulling a blanket over the two of you, wanting to make sure you’re warm during such a tough time.

you intertwine your fingers with his as the tears continue to fall down your cheeks. “jus-just had a bad day at work, there’s too mu-much to do,” you stutter, almost choking on your tears.

tecchou nods and presses a kiss to your temple. “that’s okay, i’m here to take care of you now. get some rest, you must be really tired, i will help you with your work when you wake up, alright? so get some sleep, i will be here to hold you and look after you the entire time, don’t worry.”

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[zairene]

hey girl i loved your dazai relationship headcanons SM, can I please ask for a version with Chuuya? YOUR WRITING IS LITERALLY AMAZING.

AS A BOYFRIEND. chuuya nakahara

* ˚ ✦ synopsis: how chuuya nakahara would be like as a significant other.

* ˚ ✦ genre: headcanons !

* ˚ ✦ warnings: spoiler free + a fem reader is also very heavily implied / stated !

* ˚ ✦ author’s note: sure you can ! and ty so much that means a lot <333 i did write as y/n still in the ADA, if you don’t mind !

chuuya nakahara, the hot-headed and impulsive young man who you were interested in when you first met him.

he’s very arrogant when it comes to his abilities and his remarkable skills revolving around the port mafia. he may talk a lot of shit, but he can still definitely beat your ass at any time any day, no doubt. and this personality does NOT come off as pleasing to women, hence his failure in the romance department. so, when he realized that you weren’t immediately disgusted with him after knowing him for such a little time, he already developed some appreciation for you.

with chuuya, there is also a lot of patience with him too—but not in the way you would think. chuuya had a difficult time trusting you. chuuya despises dazai, and it’s very well known, and knowing that you were a part of the armed detective agency and was on dazai’s side put him off. yes, even in their years of rivalry and multiple times of working together, he just doesn’t find himself truly trusting him or you.

it’s not like you weren’t trustworthy or showed signs of being dishonest, he just knew that if he became too vulnerable with you, it would open up an opportunity for you to betray him and he doesn’t do well with betrayal. he knows that it’s not impossible to gain his trust, so he respects you at first, but he keeps his distance.

so yes, you have to chase him, he doesn’t chase you.

think of the trope of, she falls first but he falls harder… sort of.

this started with subtle flirting from you, very subtle to the point where it had him going insane on the fact whether or not you were interested in him. it’s not like he could go to someone with advice so he was seriously stressing himself out over it. there were times even when dazai pointed it out but chuuya would brush it off as dazai trying to poke fun at him.

after you did it multiple times, he finally decided he would reciprocate it because it’s not like he didn’t like you, he was just surprised at the fact HE DID? so, the one time he came back with an even risker line with you, you were shocked. this had you excited because you finally had some type of confirmation that he liked you! now the next step, asking him out.

it was hard catching him in his free time with being the port mafia’s strongest martial artist. he was constantly sent out on missions and meetings. just to your luck, you found him strolling the streets one random day, and that encouraged you to just go up to him knowing this moment would not occur again.

this confession was just you talking and him staring at you with his widened eyes and his lips slightly parted. and when you were done speaking, he could only spit out one thing. “yeah… yeah sure.”

and that started your relationship with him!

i honestly don’t believe it would be filled with arguments, at least not real ones. because the PETTY ARGUMENTS you guys have is an hourly occurrence. no joke. the playful banter between the both of you is amazing, but his competitive spirit can get overwhelming and it causes petty arguments. at this point, you kinda just believe that he likes to hear himself talk.

i feel that the biggest problem you would have in a relationship is his major trust issues. mentioned before, he doesn’t do well with shady or shifty behavior. this doesn’t pair well with situations where you want to have a surprise party for him for his birthday, but he’s under the impression that you’re doing something behind his back that isn’t as innocent as it is.

the product of this is arguments and a lot of breaks between you two. he’s not difficult to talk to, but incredibly difficult to get to, if that makes sense. it would take a lot for him to believe that you’re being truthful. you can sense he takes loyalty very seriously, so after the birthday party incident, you took a mental note that surprises don’t sit well with chuuya and to make sure to not do them again.

other than that, your relationship with him is pretty smooth!

however, he also has his moments where he makes weird comments toward you trying to suggest that you’re “inferior” to him and that you can’t handle yourself. he always feels like he has to protect you or things will go downhill even when you have proved countless amount of times that you were extremely capable.

those times when you have to give him a reality check and bring him back down to earth for a second. his apologies are him bringing you a bouquet and a long talk about how sorry he is why he made those comments and how he would never make them again. you forgave him and he really stood by his word! he always gave you credit when it was due, maybe too much sometimes, but you can tell he was sorry.

other than that, some general things would be that he isn’t a big fan of PDA. he doesn’t hate it but doesn’t prefer it. he wouldn’t mind if you just held his hand or kissed him on the cheek (maybe lips) but would much rather save everything else for in private. he’s all for separating his work life from his relationship with you, especially since both of your workplaces are against each other. he’s very awkward when it comes to intimacy, but once you’re together for a while he likes it, especially getting home after a very rough mission that day.

he likes to act like he hates pet names, even the silly ones you give him, but he likes them. he would never admit that you calling him pookie bear makes his heart happy each time.

overall, chuuya is a pretty good guy who has his moments. he can be painfully unaware of himself and his actions sometimes so you have to handle the liberty of telling him off and putting himself in his place when it’s needed. but don’t worry, he never takes it to heart when he realizes he’s wrong. he loves you and as the relationship goes on, he learns to trust you a little more every day.

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[chuuyrr]

ᡣ𐭩 COME HERE, YOU CAN MEET ME IN THE BACK — NAKAHARA CHUUYA .ᐟ

ಇ. CW(s): f! reader, MDNI, unprotected sex, dry hvmping, p → v, oral (f! receiving), hot tension, strangers to lovers, you fall first but he falls harder

ಇ. SYNOPSIS: in which you and him share glances across smoky rooms, whispered conversations amidst clinking glasses, and the intimacy of tangled bedsheets with him

ಇ. NOW PLAYING: delicate & so it goes by taylor swift .ᐟ

as the door creaked open, a wave of chatter and laughter engulfed you, accompanied by the sweet scent of tobacco smoke and aged whiskey. the dimly lit bar welcomed you like an old friend, its walls adorned with vintage posters and dimly flickering candles casting a warm glow over the worn wooden tables.

taking a seat at the worn barstool, you watched as the bartender expertly mixed drinks, the clink of glasses and soft jazz music creating a soothing melody in the background. the low hum of conversation surrounded you, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter from the regulars at the far end of the room.

the weight of the day began to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of tranquility that only the ambiance of a late evening in a cozy bar could provide. the flickering candlelight danced across your face, casting shadows that seemed to whisper secrets of nights past.

lost in the gentle ebb and flow of the evening, you found solace in the simple pleasures of good company and the comforting embrace of the familiar surroundings. and as the hours slipped away, you realized that sometimes, amidst the chaos of life, all you needed was a quiet moment in a bar filled with smoke and alcohol to find peace.

as you continued to savor the tranquility of the bar with a drink in hand, your attention was drawn to a figure taking a seat beside you. with a graceful fluidity, he settled onto the stool, his presence exuding an air of mystery and intrigue. his sharp features softened by the warm glow of the candlelight.

you couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as he ordered his drink, the bartender nodding in recognition before swiftly preparing his usual. the faint scent of his cologne mingled with the subtle aroma of tobacco, adding to the allure of his presence.

despite the casual atmosphere, there was an undeniable aura of confidence about him, as if he were always one step ahead of everyone else in the room, and you found yourself drawn to him, captivated by the effortless charm that seemed to radiate from his every movement.

as he raised his glass to his lips, a small smirk played at the corners of his mouth, and for a moment, you caught a glimpse of the enigmatic depths hidden beneath his facade. in that brief exchange, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were in the presence of someone extraordinary, someone who belonged to a world far beyond the confines of the dimly lit bar.

feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity, you turned to him. before you could utter a word, he was already flashing you a charming smile, his gray blue eyes gleaming with amusement.

"enjoying the ambiance?" he asks, his voice smooth and velvety, with a hint of playful mischief.

you nod, returning his smile. "absolutely. it's a welcome retreat from the hustle and bustle of the outside world."

chuuya's laughter rang out, a melodic sound that seemed to blend seamlessly with the jazz music drifting through the air, "i couldn't agree more. there's something magical about these late evenings, don't you think?"

as the conversation with him flowed effortlessly, you couldn't shake off the tingling sensation of nervous excitement coursing through your veins. his magnetic presence seemed to pull you in, his every word laced with a potent blend of charm and charisma.

with each exchange, you found yourself hanging on his every word, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to maintain your composure. yet, despite the nervous flutter in your stomach, there was an undeniable rush of adrenaline that fueled your every response.

chuuya's laughter echoed through the air, a melodic symphony that sent shivers down your spine. his gaze still lingered on you, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint as he leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne enveloping you in a heady haze.

"you're quite fascinating, you know," he remarks, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine, "there's something about you that's different from the usual crowd."

you swallowed hard, your cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration. "i... i'm flattered," you stammer out, struggling to find the right words amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

leaning in closer, chuuya's gaze locked with yours, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"so, tell me," he says, his voice low and velvety, sending a shiver down your spine, "what is it that you do for a living? you've really got that air of mystery about you."

his use of the endearment sent a rush of warmth flooding through you, the sound of it rolling off his tongue like a sweet melody. gathering your composure, you met his gaze with a coy smile, "i work in business," you reply, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in your chest.

chuuya's eyes sparkled with interest as he leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours in the intimate space between you. "ah, business?" he muses, his tone filled with genuine curiosity, "you must have quite the way with words then, don't you?"

you nod, feeling a surge of confidence coursing through you at his attentiveness, "i like to think so," you admit, unable to tear your gaze away from his mesmerizing eyes.

as the night deepened, the thick sensual tension between you and him became palpable, igniting a fiery passion that neither of you could deny. his gaze lingered on yours, smoldering with desire as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear in a tantalizing whisper.

"business, huh?" chuuya murmurs, his voice husky with desire, "i bet you know how to handle negotiations, don't you?"

the warmth of his breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, your heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. with a daring glance, you met his gaze, your lips curving into a seductive smile, "i can handle more than just negotiations," you tease, your voice laced with a newfound confidence.

chuuya's eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned back slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "oh, i have no doubt about that," he says, amused, his voice sending a thrill down your spine, "and since you've caught my interest, care for a talk as we drink on?"

you felt a rush of excitement course through you at his words, your pulse quickening with anticipation. with a playful glint in your eyes, you leaned in closer, your breath mingling with his as you smile, "of course."

as the fiery passion between you and chuuya simmered down, a comfortable silence enveloped the air, punctuated only by the soft sounds of the night around you. breaking the quietude, chuuya's voice, now gentle and earnest, filled the space between you.

"so, aside from being a 'master negotiator', what else should i know about you?" he asks, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity as he studied your face.

you smile, feeling a warmth spread within you at his genuine interest, "well, for starters, i have a penchant for adventure," you reply, your tone light and playful, "whether it's traveling to far-off places or diving into new experiences, i'm always up for a thrill."

chuuya's lips curves into a grin as he leaned back, propping himself up on one elbow, "i can relate to that," he remarks, a hint of mischief glinting in his eyes. "life's too short to play it safe, isn't it?"

"exactly," you agree, a spark of excitement dancing in your eyes, "there's so much out there to see and do, and i intend to make the most of it."

with a playful smile dancing on your lips, you leaned in closer to chuuya, a glint of mischief sparkling in your eyes this time, "you know," you begin, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "i have a feeling this isn't going to be our only encounter."

chuuya's gaze met yours, a flicker of intrigue lighting up his features as he leaned in slightly, mirroring your playful demeanor, "oh, is that a promise?" he replies, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

you chuckle softly, your heart pounding with exhilaration as you reached into your pocket, retrieving a slip of paper. with a teasing wink, you slid it across the bar table towards him, your fingers brushing lightly against his as you did so.

"consider it an invitation," you say, your voice laced with undeniable charm.

as chuuya glanced down at the piece of paper, a smile tugged at his lips, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, "i'll be sure to keep that in mind," he replied, his voice tinged with amusement.

with a satisfied grin, you leaned back in your seat, the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins as you savored the thrill of the moment.

chuuya's downs his drink and he leans closer to you, his breath hot against your ear. with a soft growl yet confident grin, he whispered his name, his voice a low, husky murmur that sent shivers down your spine.

"the name's nakahara chuuya," he breathes, the sound of his name rolling off his tongue like a seductive melody. the mere utterance of it sent a surge of desire coursing through you, your heart racing with newfound intensity.

your breath now got caught in your throat, every sensation heightened by the intoxicating blend of desire and anticipation. with each whisper in the dimly embrace of the bar, each touch, the connection between you deepened, weaving a spell of passion that seemed to bind you two together in an unbreakable bond.

you were falling in love.

as chuuya's name lingered on your lips, you couldn't help but feel another surge of boldness wash over you. meeting his gaze with a smoldering intensity, you whispered your name in return, the sound of it hanging heavy in the air between you as you chuckle softly.

"[surname] [name]," you breathe out, the word laced with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. the alcohol in your system blurred the edges of reality, but the intensity of the moment was undeniable as you and chuuya shared a smile.

in the days that followed that fateful night at the bar, you found yourself unable to shake the memory of nakahara chuuya from your mind.

his name echoed in your thoughts like a haunting melody, his intoxicating presence lingering in the corners of your consciousness.

driven by an insatiable desire to see him again, you reached out, tentatively at first, but with growing confidence as the days turned into weeks. cach meeting filled you with a sense of exhilaration and anticipation, the connection between you deepening with every shared moment.

you couldn't even care less if you had a reputation, the heiress of your well-known family business. you wanted chuuya.

as you spent more time together, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper under chuuya's spell, his magnetic charm and unwavering confidence captivating you in ways you never thought possible. his mere presence was enough to set your heart ablaze with desire, and with each passing day, your feelings for him grew stronger and more undeniable.

you knew deep in your heart that nakahara chuuya had become so much more than just a fleeting encounter in a bar filled with smoke and alcohol—he had become the missing piece of your soul, the one you had been searching for all along.

and so, chuuya stepped into the familiar embrace of the bar, a sense of comfort washed over him, the dimly lit ambiance and familiar faces welcoming him like an old friend. he made his way to his usual spot at the bar, exchanging pleasantries with the bartender as he ordered his drink.

he settled onto his stool, his phone buzzed softly in his pocket, drawing his attention away from the comforting hum of the bar. with a curious glance, he retrieved his phone, his heart skipping a beat as he read the message from you.

"come here, you can meet me in the back," it read, the words sending a surge of excitement coursing through him.

with a sly grin, chuuya pocketed his phone and rose from his seat, his senses tingling with anticipation as he made his way towards the back of the bar, and with each step, his heart raced with excitement, the prospect of seeing you filling him with a heady rush of desire.

as he reached the secluded corner where you had arranged to meet, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of you waiting there, a smile playing on your lips and a glint of mischief in your eyes. without a word, he closed the distance between you, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you close.

surrounded by the familiar embrace of the bar and the intoxicating presence of each other, you knew that this was where you belonged—wrapped in the arms of nakahara chuuya, the one who had captured your heart in a haze of smoke and alcohol, and who now held it firmly in his grasp.

"i missed you," you whisper softly to him with a sense of longing.

warmth flooded chuuya's heart, his arms tightening around you in a tender embrace. he buried his face in your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume as he held you close.

"aww, i missed you too," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

as you nestled in his embrace, nakahara chuuya's curiosity got the better of him, prompting him to gently inquire about the reason behind your request to meet in the back of the bar.

"so, what's the occasion for this clandestine meeting baby?" he asks, his tone laced with playful curiosity.

"we've only met a few weeks ago and you're already calling me baby?" you raise a brow with a teasing smirk—not that you hate it though.

chuuya chuckles softly, his arms tightening around you as he met your playful gaze with a knowing twinkle in his eyes. "can you blame me?" he replies, his voice husky with amusement, "you've already managed to captivate my attention in ways I never imagined."

you felt a rush of warmth spread through you at his words, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you leaned in closer to him. "well, in that case, consider it a term of endearment," you say, your tone affectionate yet teasing, "as for the occasion, let's just say i couldn't resist the opportunity to steal a moment alone with you."

chuuya's eyes softened as he listened to your confession, his gaze never leaving yours as he reached out to gently cup your cheek.

"you have a way of surprising me, you know," he says, his voice tender yet filled with admiration, "but i have to admit, i like your boldness. it's refreshing."

a faint blush dusted your cheeks at his words, a rush of warmth spreading through you at the sincerity in his tone, "i'm glad you think so," you reply, a shy smile gracing your lips, "i guess i've always been one to follow my heart, even if it leads me into uncharted territory."

chuuya's thumb traced a gentle path along your cheekbone, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation dancing down your spine, "well, in that case, i'm honored." he murmurs, his voice laced with genuine affection.

the admission hung between you, the weight of his words sinking in as you searched his eyes for any hint of hesitation. but all you found was a depth of emotion that mirrored your own, a silent affirmation of the connection that had been steadily growing between you.

suddenly the gentle buzz of your phone interrupted the moment. you couldn't help but furrow your brows in confusion. with a quick glance at the screen, you saw a series of notifications from various apps, but one message in particular caught your eye.

it was a notification from the company email of your family's business, displaying the familiar name that chuuya seemed to recognize, he too comes from a line of business—just not the legal kind.

chuuya's eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of the notification, his gaze flickering between you and the screen, "wait, is that...?" he trails off, his voice laced with disbelief as he made the connection.

you nodded slowly, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you realized there was no use hiding the truth any longer, "err, yeah. it's the company my family owns," you admit, your tone tinged with apprehension."

for a moment, chuuya was silent, his expression unreadable as he processed the revelation. then, to your surprise, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he met your gaze.

"well, i have to say, i didn't see that coming," he remarks, a playful grin spreading across his face, "here i was, thinking i was just having a drink with a charming stranger, and it turns out you're a big shot heiress."

you couldn't help but laugh at his lighthearted response, the tension easing from your shoulders as you realized that chuuya wasn't fazed by your background in the slightest.

in fact, if anything, his playful demeanor only served to deepen the connection between you, reassuring you that his feelings for you were genuine, regardless of your family's wealth and status.

"so, is this why you keep meeting me like this then?" chuuya muses, chuckling softly.

"mhm, i have responsibilities that come with being part of my family's business. it's not always easy to find privacy, especially when there are expectations to uphold," you nod and sigh softly.

chuuya's expression softened as he listened, his gaze filled with understanding and empathy, "i see," he murmurs, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back, "must be tough, having to navigate all of that."

you nod, grateful for his understanding, "it can be," you admit, a small sigh escaping your lips. "but moments like this, with you... they make it all worth it."

as the weight of your responsibilities hung in the air between you, chuuya pulled you closer, his arms a comforting anchor in the midst of uncertainty.

you suddenly feel the soft brush of chuuya's lips against your ear, and you couldn't suppress a gasp of pleasure—your cheeks flushing with warmth at the sensation. his nibbling sent shivers down your spine, his teasing touch causing your heart to race with a heady mix of desire and anticipation.

chuuya chuckles softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear, "you know, darling, reputation is everything in our world."

his lips curled into a mischievous smirk, his gaze locking with yours, holding a hint of challenge, "not to scare you but it is only fair for you to know me too, darling." he murmurs, his tone carrying a weight of secrecy, "i'm an executive of the port mafia. quite the reputation holder like you, if anything."

"port mafia?" your eyes widened for a second, but they eventually softened.

you knew about the port mafia. in fact, you've heard about them, especially in the gossips at your work. they were practically the night wardens of the city, people not to be messed with. but despite hearing the reputation chuuya holds—it's strange how you do not mind it.

chuuya's eyebrows lifted in mild surprise at your response, his admiration for you growing with each passing moment, "so you've heard about us," he remarked, his voice a mixture of intrigue and approval.

"most people would run at the mention of our name, but you..." he trails off, a glimmer of something akin to admiration shining in his eyes, "you see beyond the surface, don't you?" he says, a faint smile playing on his lips.

he couldn't help but admire the way you leaned in, drawn to the mystery rather than recoiling from it.

"it's not often someone reacts like you do," chuuya admits, "most people tremble at the mere mention of the port mafia, but you... you're different."

now with a playful glint in his eyes, chuuya pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek, his touch igniting a fire within you that burned brighter than ever before as he whispered, his voice low and husky, "but i think that's enough talk."

"why don't we take this somewhere more private? where no one has to know, nor see us, baby," he murmurs next, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

you feel the warmth of his breath against your ear once, and you trembled with anticipation as he whispered his suggestion.

your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, your mind racing with excitement at the prospect of being alone with him, away from prying eyes and the constraints of the outside world.

with a nod and a soft smile, you whisper your agreement, your voice barely above a breathy whisper, "lead the way," you reply, your pulse quickening with every passing moment.

as chuuya took your hand in his, a surge of electricity shot through you, the promise of what lay ahead igniting a fire within you that burned hotter than ever before.

with an almost impatient urgency, chuuya led you to his car, his hand firmly clasping yours as he practically pulled you towards the vehicle. the air crackled with anticipation, the heat of the moment fueling your desire as you surrendered to the intoxicating pull of his touch.

as you reached the car, chuuya wasted no time in opening the door, his movements swift and determined. with a playful grin, he gestured for you to climb into the passenger seat before joining you behind the wheel.

but before you could settle into your seat, chuuya's desire got the better of him. with a swift motion, he pulled you onto his lap, his lips crashing against yours in a feverish kiss that left you breathless and longing for more.

"c-chuuya—" you pant softly in between the kiss, but he presses his lips against yours when you pull away from him.

his hands roamed eagerly over your body, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment. fumbling for his car keys with one hand, he refused to break the passionate embrace, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of you with a hunger that left you dizzy with desire.

finally finding the keys, chuuya managed to start the car with a practiced motion, the engine roaring to life as he shifted into gear. with a devilish grin, he tore himself away from your lips just long enough to murmur against your skin, "hold on tight, darling. we're just getting started."

and with that, he pressed his foot down on the accelerator, the car speeding off into the night, leaving behind nothing but a trail of dust and the promise of endless passion and desire in its wake.

as the car came to a halt in front of his luxurious penthouse, chuuya wasted no time in guiding you out of the vehicle and into his embrace once again. with the taste of his feverish kisses still lingering on your lips, you two stumbled together towards the entrance, the anticipation of what awaited you inside sending a surge of excitement coursing through your veins.

with fumbling fingers, chuuya managed to unlock the door, his lips never leaving yours as he practically dragged you inside. the moment the door closed behind you, you found yourselves consumed by a whirlwind of desire, your hands roaming feverishly over each other's bodies as you stumbled further into the dimly lit space.

his penthouse was a luxurious sanctuary, every corner bathed in the soft glow of ambient lighting and adorned with elegant furnishings. but in that moment, none of it mattered—the only thing that existed was the electric connection between you and chuuya, igniting a very passionate flame that threatened to consume you both.

chuuya's lips grazed your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin as he emitted a soft growl of desire. the sound sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a primal response within you as you melted further into his embrace.

with each kiss, each touch, the intensity between you deepened, the passion building to a feverish crescendo that left you both breathless and longing for more, and chuuya's hands roamed over your body with a possessive hunger, his touch setting your senses ablaze with a fiery passion that consumed you both.

chuuya's whispers caressed your ear like silk, each word sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body, "you're so pretty, baby," he groans, his voice husky with desire, "so perfect."

he traced the lines of your lips repeatedly, almost hungrily even, but his touch remained gentle yet possessive as he explores every inch of your body. his hands roamed freely over your body, his fingers igniting a trail of fire wherever they touched, leaving you gasping for breath and yearning for more.

chuuya lifts you effortlessly into his arms, the heat of passion fueling his every movement as he carries you towards his bedroom. your heart races with anticipation, your fingers tangling in his hair as you surrendered to the intoxicating embrace of desire with each feverish kiss.

as you two approached the bedroom door, chuuya's playful nature emerged, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. with a smirk, he gently shifted you in his arms, allowing him to reach for the door with one hand while keeping you close with the other.

with a swift motion, he kicked the door open, the wood slamming against the wall with a resounding thud.

as the door swung open to reveal the plush interior of his bedroom, you couldn't help but laugh softly at his bold display. with a playful glint in his eyes, chuuya stepped inside, his arms still wrapped around you as he carried you further into the room.

chuuya gently lowered you onto his bed, his touch tender yet filled with a raw, primal desire that set your heart racing. as he settled you onto the soft mattress, a surge of anticipation coursed through your veins, the air thick with the electric tension of what was to come.

with a quick movement, chuuya hovered over you, his gaze locked with yours as he trailed his fingers along the curve of your jaw, sending shivers of pleasure dancing down your spine. there was a hunger burning in his eyes, a hunger that mirrored your own as you surrendered yourself to the irresistible pull of desire.

and then, with a sudden burst of passion, chuuya leaned in, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss that stole your breath away. his touch was electric, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment, as if the very air around you crackled with the intensity of your shared desire.

"chuuya, please," you whine softly, your voice laden with desire and longing as his fingers deftly worked to unbutton your blouse, his touch sending shivers of anticipation racing down your spine.

"shh, i got you, love. i'm right here," he says in a hushed tone, chuckling softly.

with each button that came undone, the air between you crackled with an electric intensity, the heat of your passion igniting a fire that threatened to consume you both. as the fabric of your blouse fell away, revealing the curves of your body beneath, a surge of heat washed over you, leaving you trembling with need.

chuuya's hands roamed eagerly over your exposed skin, his touch setting your senses ablaze with a fierce, primal desire. the weight of his gaze bore down on you, filled with a raw, unbridled passion that left you breathless and longing for more.

"already wet for me too," chuuya whispers as one of his hands slips beneath your skirt, his nimble fingers already prodding at your soaking panties, leaving you panting softly for more.

shedding layers of clothing with reckless abandon, chuuya eagerly climbs on top of you as the two of you moved further into the depths of desire, the sound of him unbuckling his pants was already enough to make you quiver.

he trails kisses along the side of your neck, his lips leaving a trail of heat in their wake, you couldn't help but arch your back into his touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck.

the sensation of his warm breath against your skin sent shivers of pleasure dancing down your spine, awakening every nerve ending with a tantalizing jolt of desire.

as chuuya shed the rest of his clothing, the fabric falling to the floor in a haphazard pile alongside yours.

with a hungry glint in his eyes, chuuya closed the distance between you, his hands roaming eagerly over your bare skin, his touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you with each caress, each stroke, each tantalizing graze.

as he presses himself against you, his body hot and hard against yours, you gasp and whine with pleasure, the friction sending sparks of ecstasy dancing through your veins. with each grinding movement, the heat between you intensified, the passion building to a feverish crescendo that left you both trembling with anticipation.

chuuya's movements became more fervent, his hands exploring every curve of your body with a possessive hunger, you couldn't help but whimper softly in response. each touch, each grind sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, building a fiery heat that threatened to consume you both.

his lips found yours in a hungry kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a passionate dance that left you breathless and longing for more. he continued to dry hump you repeatedly, the friction between your bodies only intensified, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through your veins with each rhythmic movement.

your fingers clawed at his back, your nails digging into his skin as chuuya could feel the tip of his flushed cock getting wet from the amount of arousal you were producing.

you found yourself pleading for more as you grinded down on his cock, your movements matching his. your voice a soft, breathy whisper filled with longing and urgency, "c-chuuya—" you murmure, your words barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breaths.

his gaze trailed lower, his eyes alighting on the glistening evidence of your arousal, a low growl rumbled in his throat, his desire reigniting with a fierce intensity. with a hunger burning in his eyes, he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "you're so wet for me, my darling. let me take good care of you."

chuuya then pulled away, a soft whine escaped your lips, your body yearning for his touch, for the intimate connection that only he could provide. but instead of relenting to your pleas, he took hold of your thighs, spreading them apart with a firm yet gentle touch.

with a hungry gleam in his eyes, and smirk chuuya lowered his head, his lips trailing a path of fire along your inner thighs before zeroing in on your puffy clit.

with each tender kiss and delicate lick, you gasped with pleasure, your body arching towards him in a silent plea for more, "a-ahh! c-chuu—ah!" you babble out.

his tongue danced over your sensitive flesh with skillful precision, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you in relentless waves. each flick, each swirl if his tongue sent bolts of ecstasy shooting through your veins.

lost in the overwhelming tide of sensation, you surrendered yourself completely to the pleasure, your fingers tangling in his hair as you guided him closer, urging him to take you to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.

with each expert flick of his tongue, chuuya sent bolts of pleasure coursing through your body, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. each lick and caress designed to drive you to the edge of ecstasy and beyond, letting a knot pool in your tummy.

as plunged his tongue deeper inside you, you gasped and moaned with pleasure, your body quivering with anticipation as he explored every inch of your most intimate depths. his hold on your thighs remained firm, anchoring you in place as he devoured you with a relentless hunger that left you trembling with desire.

lost in the throes of passion, you could do nothing but surrender yourself completely to the overwhelming tide of sensation, your moans of pleasure mingling with the sound of his soft murmurs of approval.

"you taste so good, my darling," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "so sweet, so perfect."

chuuya sensed your body writhing with pleasure, he intensified his movements, his tongue flicking and lapping at your puffy clit with a fervent urgency. each lick was more insistent than the last, sending jolts of ecstasy shooting through your body as you gasped and moaned, your pleasure mounting to dizzying heights.

with each rapid flick of his tongue, your body arched off the bed, seeking more of the delicious sensation he was providing. your fingers clenched the sheets tightly, your knuckles turning white with the intensity of your pleasure.

chuuya's hold on your thighs remained firm, anchoring you in place as he continued to lavish attention on your most sensitive spot, his movements relentless and unyielding. the pleasure was almost unbearable, a sweet torment that left you trembling with desire as you teetered on the edge of release.

and then, just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, a tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over you, your body convulsing with the force of your climax.

"chuuya!" you cry out his name in a crescendo of pleasure, your voice echoing through the room as he laps at your puffy, wet cunt.

immediately after your orgasm, chuuya rose from between your legs with a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he gazed down at you with raw desire. he positions himself over you, his hardened length pressing against your slick folds, eager to claim you as his own.

with a slow, deliberate movement, chuuya began to hump against you once again, the slickness of your release coating the tip of his cock as he teased and tormented you with each rhythmic thrust, "you like that, baby? want more? come on, speak to me. tell me."

the sensation was electric, sending bolts of pleasure coursing through your body as you moaned and writhed beneath him, lost in the overwhelming tide of sensation.

as the intensity of your desire reached a fever pitch, you found yourself begging chuuya to take you, to fill you completely with his throbbing length that was rubbing and teasing you.

"chuuya, please," you whimper, your voice thick with need, "put it in me, please."

chuuya hushed you sweetly, his touch gentle and reassuring as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, "as you wish my love," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody that washed over you like a warm embrace, "you're mine now."

with a slow, deliberate movement, he positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze locked with yours as he guided himself inside you inch by agonizing inch. the sensation of him filling you with his length completely sent sparks of ecstasy shooting through your veins, leaving you trembling with pleasure.

he began to thrust inside you, the rhythm slow and deliberate at first, you gasped with pleasure, your body arching towards him in silent invitation. with each powerful thrust, the pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo, until you were both lost in the overwhelming tide of sensation.

and as he pounded into you with a primal fervor, you cried out with pleasure, your voice echoing through the room as you surrendered yourself completely to the intoxicating embrace of love and desire of being with chuuya like this.

his movements wrre powerful and unyielding as he held you close against him. each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, your bodies moving in perfect harmony as you surrendered yourself completely to the intoxicating rhythm of passion and desire.

"god, you feel so good, baby. do you even have any idea just how much i want you? how you've always been on mind since that night—f-fuck," he lets out a breathy moan as he buries his face into your hair, arms never letting you go, "and now i finally got'cha right where i want you."

his grip on you tightened, as if he feared losing you in the sea of sensation that engulfed you both. with each powerful thrust, he grunted in pleasure, his voice a symphony of ecstasy as he reveled in the feeling of being buried deep inside you, hitting you raw with a primal hunger that left you both breathless and craving more.

"mmh, baby.. you're so tight," he moans in your ear, tugging your earlobe with his teeth, making you clench around his cock.

as the intensity of your pleasure built to dizzying heights, you clung to him desperately, your nails digging into his skin as you urged him on, your cries of ecstasy mingling with his own as you tumbled together into the abyss of passion and desire.

your body was now trembling with the approach of release, you couldn't help but whimper and squirm beneath chuuya's relentless thrusts. the sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of ecstasy threatening to consume you in its powerful embrace.

but instead of relenting, chuuya only increased the intensity of his thrusts, driving you closer to the edge with each powerful movement. your pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as he held you firmly in place, his grip unyielding as he continued to pound into you with a primal fervor.

"nuh-uh, let me love on you, baby," he chuckles, his voice a husky whisper against your ear as he kissed the sensitive flesh. his words sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through you, the sound of his laughter mingling with the sound of your own ragged breaths.

with each thrust, each kiss, each caress, the pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo, until you were teetering on the brink of release, your body writhing with the intensity of your desire. and just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, the dam broke, and you were consumed by a tidal wave of ecstasy that left you gasping for breath and trembling with pleasure.

you whimpered out loud and squirmed beneath him, the intensity of your pleasure reaching its peak, chuuya felt your walls clenching around him, your sweet release coating his cock in a warm, slick embrace.

with a guttural groan of pleasure, he buried himself deep inside you, savoring the sensation of your climax rippling through your body, "a-agh, baby.." he grunts.

chuuya pulls out from you, leaving you panting softly, he leaned down to kiss you tenderly, his lips trailing a path of fire along your skin as he murmured praises in your ear.

his words were like a sweet melody, filling you with a sense of warmth and contentment even as desire continued to burn fiercely between you, "you did so good, love. so pretty for me."

but even as he showered you with affection, you could sense that he had no intention of stopping now. with a firm yet gentle touch, he repositioned you onto your stomach, guiding your body into the perfect angle for him to thrust inside you from behind.

"w-wait, chuuya. what are you—" before you could finish, chuuya hushes you with a teasing smirk across his face.

with a husky chuckle, chuuya used your own words against you, his voice laced with desire as he whispers in your ear, "come here, you can meet me in the back too."

the playful reminder sent a shiver of excitement coursing through you, knowing that chuuya was eager to continue their passionate encounter in a different setting.

he entered you once again, the sensation of him filling you completely sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins.

as he moaned in pleasure, his thrusts became more urgent, more desperate, driving deeper into you with each powerful movement. gripping your hips firmly, he forced you to meet his rhythm, the sensation of his balls slapping against your behind adding to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

with each repeated thrust, your moans of pleasure filled the air, the sound a symphony of ecstasy as chuuya relentlessly pounded into you.

your pussy clenched and squelched around him, your body writhing with pleasure as you gripped the sheets tightly, seeking to anchor yourself amidst the overwhelming tide of sensation.

the rhythm of your bodies was like a dance, a primal ritual of passion and desire that left you both trembling with ecstasy. With each powerful thrust, he drove himself deeper into you, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure shooting through your veins.

"i'm so close.. m'gonna give it to you," he grunts with the impending climax he was feeling, his lips found your neck in a heated kiss, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulled out slightly.

with a subtle adjustment, he lifted your hips, altering the angle of penetration before plunging back into you with a newfound intensity.

"f-fuck, chuuya! mmh.. ah!" the change in angle elicited a whimpered cry from you as he thrust deeply, the sensation of his cock penetrating you at a different angle sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

with each powerful thrust, you could feel the tip of his cock pressing against your tummy, a delicious ache building deep within you.

"coming.. take it all for me, darling," chuuya moans as he reaches the peak of his climax.

he drives into you with one final, deep thrust, his body tensing with release as he spilled his essence deep inside you. a pleasured cry escaped your lips as you felt him pulsating within you, his hot seed painting your walls white with each powerful surge.

beneath him, you squirmed and writhed with pleasure, your body convulsing as waves of ecstasy washed over you. his grip on your hips tightened as he continued to thrust, prolonging the pleasure as he milked every last drop of pleasure from his orgasm.

with each thrust, each pulse of his release, you cried out with pleasure, your voice mingling with his in a symphony of passion and desire.

"shh, it's okay. it's okay, baby. i've got you, yeah?" he whispers softly.

and as chuuya hushed you sweetly, his caresses soothing your convulsing body, you knew that in this moment, you were truly alive—alive with a passion that transcended time and space, binding you together in a bond that could never be broken.

chuuya continued to thrust gently, ensuring that you took every last drop of his seed, you lay beneath him, your body trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction. with each lingering movement, you felt his essence filling you completely, leaving you feeling full and content.

finally, when he was certain that you had taken all of him, he pulled out slowly, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he gazed down at you with tender affection. you remained there, on your tummy, on his soaked sheets, panting softly as you reveled in the aftermath of your passionate encounter.

the air around you was heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, his room filled with the echoes of your shared pleasure. and as you lay there, spent and sated, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that in the arms of chuuya, you had found solace and strength.

with a soft smile, chuuya wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and to the top of your head, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet of the room.

"i love you," he whispers, his words filled with a depth of emotion that took your breath away, "i love you more than words can express, more than i ever thought possible."

the soft glow of the moon casting shadows across the room, and he held you close as ever, his touch gentle and reassuring. with a tender smile, chuuya brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his gaze filled with adoration.

"you know," you begin, your voice soft yet filled with conviction, "being with you feels like dancing in the rain, like spinning in the dark. It's delicate, it's fragile, but it's also the most beautiful thing i've ever experienced."

as you snuggled closer to him, chuuya's voice broke the silence, his words filled with a playful yet sincere tone, "you and me, darling," he says, his lips brushing against your forehead, "we've got big reputations. and you know what? i wouldn't have it any other way."

"so let them talk," he continues, his voice filled with determination, "let them speculate, let them whisper behind our backs. because at the end of the day, they'll never understand what we have. and as long as i have you, nothing else matters."

with a soft chuckle, he pressed a loving kiss to your lips, his touch igniting a fire within you that burned brighter than any spotlight, "we're the end game, my love," he murmurs against your skin, his words a promise of forever.

surrounded by the warmth of his love and the certainty of your bond, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them with unwavering courage and unyielding strength.

for in the arms of chuuya, you had found not just a lover, but a partner, your very refuge.

ಇ. tagging: @osaemu @sachiyoh @little-miss-chaoss @pe4rl-diver

ಇ. a.n.: t.s. reputation inspired fic for chuuya finally done <3 honestly don't know what came over me to write this much, but thank you for reading until the very end. delicate has me in a chokehold, along with so it goes, king of my heart, and end game i tell you ughhh.. also the reader being the heiress is somewhat inspired by do-hee in my demon lol (｡>\\<)

[kentopedia]

seeds of doubt

ft. dazai, chuuya, fyodor

summary — you don't feel like you’re good enough for them

contents — they comfort you when you’re feeling insecure about your relationship, sfw !!

notes — my other dazai wip is taking a while, so i decided to finish this one! i started it a few wks ago but since i’ve been feeling a lil down lately, i decided it was time for a comfort piece!

₊˚⊹♡ DAZAI

when you'd come home from work that evening, dazai had already known something was wrong. your usually bright smile didn't quite reach your eyes, your shoulders slumping the moment you crossed the threshold of your home.

dazai hadn't pushed you, but he had drawn you up tight in his arms, held you close when you breathed heavily into his shoulder, releasing all the tension in your body. his fingertips were soothing along your neck, massaging small, relaxing circles.

for the past hour, though it was nearing dinnertime, you'd found yourself buried in blankets, so warmly entangled with him, even when all of your hypercritical thoughts threatened to chill you to the core.

dazai spoke to you softly, asking you questions about your day for a while, ones that you refused to answer. you kept your eyes glued to the screen, watching mindlessly as a movie played, one that neither of you were paying any attention to.

that continued on for as long as he could stand it.

finally, with a sigh, dazai paused the film. he shifted, turning so that you were both face to face, his long limbs twisting around your own. limbs that were always so solid and warm, despite the iciness of his hands.

"kunikida told me what you said."

hesitantly, you stared back with wide eyes, jaw clenching. already, you knew what dazai was talking about. it was something that you'd told kunikida in confidence, because of all the members of the agency, you'd been certain that he was the least likely to spill your true feelings.

you stared back at him blankly, your shoulders stiffening. "hm? we talked a lot today. i'm not sure i know—"

though you pretended not to remember, dazai didn't let you run away from the question.

his lips fell into a frown, unamused. he drew your name out on an exhale, before running his palm over your cheek, across your chin, dipping his fingers into your hair. "don't bother. he's already mad enough at himself for telling me, but he hated how upset you were about it."

"osamu," you began. "i don't—"

"why did you tell him that you think you're not good enough for me?"

the seriousness in his deep brown eyes was so different than his usual playfulness, and you almost withdrew from them, curving deeper into yourself.

though, alongside the stoicism of his expression was something so melancholy, you found yourself offering your unfiltered emotions instead.

a long pause ensued. you breathed.

"because it's true," you finally whispered, your words wispy. "i'm not good enough for you, osamu." you swallowed when his face fell even further. "you're so smart, so handsome. you make me laugh all the time." your eyes grew hot as you felt tears at the edges of them. "i'm so plain compared to you."

"plain?" he repeated back, so wildly upset that you found yourself at a loss for words. "how can you say that, any of that, when i'm the one that's not good enough for you?"

despite yourself, you cracked a smile at his overzealous need to change the narrative. "don't say that just to make me feel better.”

"i'm not.” he frowned, his lips puckering as he held your cheeks, elongating each of the letters. "you're beautiful. inside and out. in a way that i can never be." he kissed the tip of your nose, smiling as you swatting him away. "i'm certainly not funny to everyone, either. i make you laugh only because i love you, and i want to see you smile." he kissed you between the eyebrows, then, this time laughing when the skin wrinkled there. "and i'm smart because i have to be, because i don't want to see the people i care about get hurt if i can do something to stop it." his expression softened at your glossy eyes, the way you slowly melted under his touch.

you let the words sink in, each one slowly chipping away at the doubt that had clouded you. dazai had never looked at you with anything but adoration in his eyes, something he spared for you and you alone, even when you felt unworthy of it.

"you could have anyone you wanted, osamu,” you said, the honest truth twisting something deep within you. “anyone at all.”

"funny," he said, tilting his head as he studied you carefully. "i've always thought the same thing about you."

₊˚⊹♡ CHUUYA

“i’m home,” you heard chuuya shout down the hall. he was always careful to alert you of his presence every time he returned, never wanting you to fear that his enemies had found his home, leaving you vulnerable.

you sniffed, some form of acknowledgement as you swirled the alcohol in the glass, pouring it down your throat. it burned on the way down, a buzz already at the edge of your mind, your thoughts slowing as you it sank into your bloodstream.

chuuya didn’t say anything more as he came into the room, kicking off his shoes and hanging up his hat and coat. there was a healed cut running down his left arm, a cluster of bruises on his left.

even though he’d gone on a dangerous mission earlier, he’d come home relatively unscathed.

despite your endless relief, it only did more to fuel your insecurities, the knowledge that compared to all his infinite glory, you were a lackluster, powerless no one.

you poured another glass, unbeknownst to the fact that chuuya was speaking to you at all.

“what?” you turned, the word slurring; you weren’t even sure what set of syllables had left your lips at all.

chuuya made a face as your head plopped down on the table, your eyes red from the tears you'd expelled. “is something wrong? it’s a little early for this, isn’t it?”

you stared at him, and though he was amused, you turned away, feeling the sour emotion of doubt lodge deep in your chest. “no,” you said in a small voice, turning away from chuuya.

he paused for a moment, his expression sobering before he took the seat next to you. chuuya held out a gloved hand, one that you could only see from your peripheral vision. “you expect me to believe that?”

“nothing’s wrong, chuuya,” you muttered, as sharply as you could in your current state. your arm grew numb under the weight of your head, throat sore from your earlier sobs. “i’m fine.”

chuuya sighed and took the bottle from you. even as you protested, every inch of his expression was so caring and delicate.

“that’s how i know you’re not fine.” he ran a hand over your hair, flattening it as you looked up at him from under wet eyelashes. “please tell me what’s wrong. i don’t like to see you sad, baby.”

though you wanted desperately to keep your mouth shut, you were too drunk to hold in the words. you leaned into his touch, letting the tears roll down your cheeks once more as panic grew in chuuya's eyes.

“i just think you deserve someone better than me, chuuya."

his brow wrinkled, and he blinked twice before shaking his head, puzzled. “what?”

you buried your head further into your forearms, unable to look at him any longer. despite your embarrassment, your lips didn't stop moving, releasing every little secret you'd bottled up since you'd met him

“you deserve someone you don’t have to worry about every time you’re away." you swallowed. "i’m not strong like you, chuuya, i don’t have any special ability that can save me from enemies." you thought of all the people he worked with, all of the ability users in the city that could compliment him so perfectly. "someone out there is a perfect match for you… i just don't think it's me.” you looked back at him, with teary, red eyes, right into his own sullen ones.

he scoffed, but his expression was gentle, open, fingers curling delicately around your wrist. "well, you're certainly wrong about that."

you curled yourself into a ball, resisting him, looking down at his knees instead of his eyes.

“none of that matters to me. i love you just the way you are. even if you were the strongest in the whole world, i'd still do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

you rubbed your cheeks, frowning as chuuya began reeling you in, grabbing you by the wrist to tug you onto his lap. “chuuya..." you said, hesitating as he planted you on his thighs, lips pulled tight in complete sincerity as he spoke his next words.

“i don’t care about anyone else. they could have all the power in the world, and it wouldn’t matter because they wouldn’t be you." he held you steady, one hand on your hip as he let the other caress your cheek gently. "i'll never want anyone else, okay?"

you nodded, though the sadness didn't dispel so easily from your face.

chuuya sighed, offering you as much of a smile as he could, even though he knew it wouldn't be a magic solution to cheer you up. "i'll remind you every day if i have to."

₊˚⊹♡ FYODOR

your hands curled in the water, tracing patterns throughout the soap and bubbles as your thoughts consumed you. it was just after midnight, but you'd woken up alone in your bed, full of thoughts that seemed determined to convince you that you'd never be enough.

though you'd gotten better at dispelling those dismal emotions, they dug their claws in deep this time. you'd crawled out of the cold sheets and drawn yourself a bath, hopeful that it would clear your mind.

fyodor had disappeared, and you weren't sure if he was in another room or if he had left your home completely.

it was quiet, but that told you little; he was always so silent, sneaking up on you with footsteps that never made a sound.

the door creaked open not a moment later, as if he had heard your thoughts. you didn't look over at him, but he sat beside the tub, his slender fingers curling over the porcelain.

"is everything alright?" he asked, his voice soft in the dim bathroom, illuminated only by candles and moonlight. "it's late."

you hummed, and contemplated voicing your thoughts at all. but you were half asleep, drowsy, and it didn't seem to matter what you said. the feelings would still be there, whether you voiced them or not.

still, you hesitated. "am i enough for you?"

you spared him a glance, and his eyes were wide, surprised by your simple question. a brief pause, before he answered, almost gently. "have i made you feel that you are not?"

you leaned your head against the edge of the tub, staring at the ceiling, the cracks in the paint, the uneven texture.

"i sometimes wonder if i'm just a hindrance to your plans." you breathed, thoughtful as he waited for you to finish. "i feel that maybe you'd be better off without me."

fyodor said nothing as you laid in the water, the temperature dropping with each passing minute. quietly, he discarded his clothes, keeping his eyes on you as he climbed into the tub to sit across from you.

he whispered your name once, but you remained silent, breathing in and out, trying to calm your mind.

"would you look at me?” fyodor asked, and the softness in his words was enough.

you sat up, pulling your legs closer to make space for him, even though he held your calf, drew himself towards you instead.

"you know that i do not make decisions lightly, and yet, i decided to share my heart and soul with you." he caressed your knee before letting his hand fall into the water, tracing patterns around your shin. you shivered. "do you really think i would have devoted my time to you if i ever intended on letting you go? if i didn't need you?"

"i know." you frowned, fully aware that it was true, to the deepest part of your soul. still, there was an ache in your mind, one that wouldn’t just go away with his pretty words. "but i can't help the way i sometimes feel."

fyodor smiled, his eyes crinkling ever so slightly at the corners. "i know," he said, and when he had you close, he dipped his head to kiss your bare shoulder. "but you do not need to hide that from me. i am here for you, always." he squeezed your hand. "i apologize if i am not always the best at showing that."

his touch was cold in the exposed bathroom air. "and when you achieve your goals, what will become of me? will you dispose of me, along with everyone else who stops being of used to you?"

"of course not." a laugh escaped him, like your question was unfathomable. "even then, you will be right by my side." he held your jaw tenderly as he forced you to look deep into his eyes. "you are mine forever, don't you understand? just as i am yours.”

dash is a teensy bit dead rn, but i want to let this one go so i can focus on my other wips <3. this was so nice to write though :))

[luvfy0dor]

Vampire!Chuuya x Reader drabble - “I'd Like to Drink You in Slowly, Relish Them Sips ♡”

cw; mentions of blood

Imagine vampire!Chuuya coming home from work one evening and immediately finding you for a sip of your blood. He'd find you in the kitchen, getting some water for yourself and wrap his arms around your waist from behind while murmuring quiet words into your skin. “Hey, doll, how was your day? Was it good?” While you give your reply, he'll press kisses to the nape of your neck and shoulders with quiet hums, making sure to open his mouth just enough to graze his fangs against the crook of your neck. He listens to what you say, but his attention is divided between your words and his need for your blood, and you quickly catch on but wait for him to properly ask for what he wants. It doesn't take him long at all. “I had a really stressful day at work, would you mind if I took a sip, baby? Please?” You could easily hear the exhaustion in his voice, so you allowed it, feeling his fangs penetrate your skin with a painful pinch that you'd grown used to by now. He kept one hand on your waist and the other on your shoulder, gently rubbing your arm to compensate for the pain he caused you. His quiet hums and moans penetrated the silence and you reached to hold the back of his head to your body while he helped himself to your blood. He pulled away after about half a minute, swiping a thumb over the puncture he left. “Doesn't hurt to bad, does it?” He looks into your eyes from behind your shoulder, searching for any signs of discomfort or pain. You reassure him that you're fine and he quickly goes to get you a bandaid, returning and cleaning the extra blood that had dribbled out. Now standing in front of you, he applied the bandaid and kissed your cheek lovingly, cupping your face with his left hand. “Thanks, sweetheart, don't know what'd id do without you.” he'd give a playful chuckle before pulling you into a quick peck as one final 'thank you'.

[nu11lar]

𐚁֙࿐ drunk & nasty ! chuuya nakahara ︱ having drunk sex doesn't seem so bad...

𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 ... oral (m. receiving), biting, hints of masochism, dacryphilia, hair pulling, riding, creampie, unprotected sex, drunk (?) sex, getting interrupted by your cat, boob sucking, rough sex, nipple pinching, small mention of breeding, lmk if i miss any !

poor you! you're a mess already.

"mmf! it won't fwit chuuwya!" your mouth was stuffed in his cock deep down your throat, his fat tip was already bulging in your throat. tears were threatening to spill on your waterline down to your cheeks, mascara and eyeliner being smudged and ruined already from the tears.

"i'll make it fit." chuuya spoke breathlessly, you could already smell the intoxicating breath of the red wine he had recently bought. his cheeks flushed from being tipsy and drunk, but they were also flushed from your warm mouth sucking down his cock.

you whined from his words, feeling the arousal grow in-between your inner thighs that you could feel your panties having a little wet patch in the lacey fabric. feeling chuuya's hand grip on your scalp and giving it a gentle tug, slowly pushing your head further down that your mouth could reach all the way until you could feel his balls.

a gag escaped your throat, feeling more tears soak up your flushed cheeks as you can feel your eyes roll. chuuya let's out a low moan, gripping on your scalp tighter while your hands clenched on his thighs.

"haah- be careful there, don't choke." he teased, a shit eating grin curling up his lips as he looked down to see your fucked out expression. you looked so cute this way that he just wanted to fuck your pretty little throat real good, but not for tonight. one of your hands left his thigh when it slowly trailed down in-between your thighs, feeling the wetness grow in your lacey panties.

slipping your hand under your soaked panties when your middle and ring finger slowly rubbed your clit in circular motion, and chuuya realized on what you were doing which made him more amused,"such a fuckin' slut, already touching yourself?" he moved your head up and down his cock, your tounge twirling around his shaft and feeling each girth and vein he has on his big cock, and it turned chuuya on even more.

your lips and mouth sucked his cock in like a vortex, and god was he enjoying this so much, shamelessly whimpering out your name and throwing his head back on the headboard. god he's so sexy.

you moaned on his cock while your fingers still rubbed your clit in circles, vibrating his cock with your voice which caused chuuya to slip out a loud moan. you closed your eyes, continuing on sucking him off while you masturbated like a needy little whore.

"move your head faster, c'mon you can do this..." he whimpered, his face looking almost pleading when he said to go faster. in which, you did obviously. he praised you for doing so, his lips parting into a smile that you can see his pearly white teeth. your eyes slowly opened, feeling close to your orgasm while your fingers moved faster on your clit, letting out pornographic moans on this cock.

"shit doll- m'fuckin close..." he breathed out, your thighs quivering while you felt close to orgasming aswell. your slurping and sucking got more inconsistent and sloppy, your wet juices messing up your fingers,"m'gonna cum on that pretty mouth of yours, and you better swallow every drop of my sperm. got it?" chuuya demanded, turning you on more while you made intense eye contact with him. you nodded eagerly by his demand before you felt chuuya's hand shoving your whole mouth balls deep into his cock, he let's out a loud groan in response as he spilled out his cum deep into your throat.

your eye's widened in shock before you found yourself squirting into your fingers, your eye's rolled to the back of your skull while his cum kept on filling your slutty mouth. chuuya watched in awe, his thighs quivering as his breath was heavy and hot,"ah- that's it, take it... just like that doll." he spoke in a low whisper,"swallow it like a good girl." he whined, as you were a complete mess; your legs shaking like crazy, tears dripping down your flushed cheeks, your tight pussy now feeling sensitive, and your throat strugguling to swallow his seed. chuuya loved every second of you being a mess under a minute.

you moved your head back, your mouth leaving his lengthy cock while saliva dripped down your chin and on his cock. your breath was hoarse and heavy and your eye's glimmered in tears, and boy you look so fucking pretty this way. chuuya chuckled lightly,"you made a mess already, and to be honest... m' not complanin." he smirked as you took your time to swallow his thick cum,"t-too muwch..." you spoke with your mouth full, your thumb gently wiping away the excess cum on your chin,"don't talk with your mouth full doll." chuuya then suddenly pulled you by the waist, making you land on his lap.

you yelped in surprise not expecting this to happen so quickly, but chuuya was getting impatient that he unzipped your dress with a blink of an eye, not only was he drunk but he was pussydrunk aswell. he eagerly undressed you, more and more skin being exposed that caused you to shudder in excitement and make your nipples hard. the only thing being covered by you were your panties, no bra, no stockings, no nothing. just you, and your panties.

chuuya smirked, his lips pressing against the crook of your neck and kissing it hungrily. he was starving for you, like a bitch in heat. you gasped in surprise, your fingers slipping under his orange hair and tugging it gently, making chuuya moan against your skin.

he's getting hard again.

his hungry kisses soon turned into bites, marking your sensitive skin that would 100 % be visibly obvious by tomorrow. you squirmed under his touch, turning chuuya on even more that he couldn't help but already slip his hands under your panties, hinting you to take them off. and you did, you were getting needy and anticipated aswell.

"chuuya- please... lemme feel you." your voice was getting whiny, and chuuya knew you were getting impatient. his lips curled into a smirk against your skin, one of his hands going to your ass and giving it a good squeeze. everything that you were doing right now was turning him on, your whiny voice, the way you beg him to put it in, god you were tempting him. his other hand soon groped your boob, squeezing it, playing with it, fondling it and pinching your nipple.

your moans grew louder and more vocal and finally, chuuya let's go of your neck and positioned himself comfortably. he grabbed you by the hips as he rested his back against the headboard, watching you with a smirk before his lips leaned close into your ear.

"ride me dollface."

oh god. you couldn't belive what you just heard, but you went with it. biting your lip with eagerness before you grabbed his hardened cock, making chuuya whince at the touch. he hissed as you started giving it a few good strokes before his fat tip kisses your folds, making you let out a whine. his grip on your thighs tightened, nails digging deep into your sensitive skin,"you're so fuckin' wet, just for me yeah?" his eye's remained focused down when you slowly put half an inch of his length into your wet pussy, when he asked you that question you nodded without hesitation, obviously he's the one who makes you wet, always.

"baby s'too big." you whined, your hand clenching on his shoulder as you hissed in pleasure, but chuuya chuckled,"it's not even fully in, doll." he kept on giving your hips a squeeze that it would probably leave bruises by the morning, as you tried to take it slow, seeping into his cock inch by inch.

suddenly, you heard your bedroom door creak slightly. causing you to whince on who cockblocked the situation.

meow.

it was your cat, you and chuuya immediately turned to see your cat just sitting there and watching,"the fuck?" chuuya chuckled as you felt slightly embarrassed by it,"shit..." you mumbled under your breath, feeling your cheeks grow bright red in embarrassment,"she can't see us fucking like this!" you turned to look at chuuya but he insisted,"let her watch to see how good her mommy fucks her boyfriend." he cooed, giving your ass a slap as you squirmed.

you weren't even fully in into his cock but once he said those word's you buck your hips and sat fully on his cock, making you two let out a moan at the same time,"good girl..." his voice trembled by feeling your warmth hugging his cock perfectly, your gummy walls clenching around his cock as you felt every girth and vein pulse into your pussy, his tip almost kissing your cervix already.

you slowly started to bounce on his cock, your ass jiggling once it claps against his thighs as chuuya let's out a choked moan. his cock already being slicked with your precum that the only thing being heard were the squelches of your pussy going down balls deep into his cock. you started to bounce on him faster, your tits going up and down as your moans grew vocal and loud that you even forgot your cat was even sitting there at the edge of your doorstep.

"fuck- you're so fuckin' tight! shit... i love this." he spoke in-between his moans, they're so attractive they're turning you on even more. his thumb made contact with your clit, rubbing it in circles that made your whole body tremble. both of you were in control of each other, his mouth getting stuffed by your boobs as his tounge circled around your nipples and sucking them, sometimes he even bites your nipples. you were getting close to your high, clenching on him tighter as you continued going at a fast pace, the skin on skin contact growing louder and the bed creaking back and forth that at any moment it could break already.

"chuuya! chuuya! chuuya!" you chanted, your hands grasping on his shoulders tightly while you looked down to see him groping and sucking your boob, it's driving you crazy. everything started getting sloppy, feeling close to your orgasm as your juices slicked against his cock when the squelches of your insides were being heard loud and clear,"t-too much! m'gonna cum!" you cried out, tears coming out of your eyes again and threatening to spill down your flushed cheeks, you can feel chuuya's cock twitching inside you as you only bounced on him harder and deeper that you can see stars.

"ah- cum on my cock, dollface." you can tell that he was about to break too, and it was cute and sexy at the same time. with a few more bounces you finally snapped, creaming on his cock uncontrollably and moaning out his name that everyone in yokohama could hear. your body was weak and limp, not being able to hold up any longer but chuuya still didn't cum inside you.

he grinded against your pussy, letting out low grunts and moans as he finally fills up your starving pussy, clenching around him more and milking him with every drop that he lets out. his eye's were glossy aswell but tears didn't drip down his cheeks, breathless and still murmuring your name after what just happened, but still, he wasn't fully satisfied with just one round on filling you up. he wanted to breed you and make you pregnant with his kids, and that's what he's about to do now.

after a few minutes passed, you two regained your composure and energy,"holy shit, that was-" before you can even speak you felt him push your back against the mattress, making you squeal in surprise,"c-chuuya..?!" you looked up at him in shock when he smirked, his cock still buried deep inside you.

"m'gonna breed you countless times 'til that pregnancy test shows up positive by tomorrow."

a/n: i was ovulating im sorry😔 reblogs are much appreciated! 🩷

© 2023. do not plagiarize, translate, or steal my work. all credits go to me.

[cheriiyaya]

In other words, I love you

N. Chuuya x GN!reader

A/N: chuuya has freckles bc i say so

Warm hands slinked around your waist and ginger hair tickled your face as chuuya propped his chin on your shoulder, freckled nose scrunching as the steam from your cooking wafted into his face. "what'cha makin' doll?" He pressed his face into your shoulder, hands lowering to fiddle with the hem hem of your shirt.

"mh, just dinner." You hummed, feeling chuuya tug your sleeve to lower the collar of your shirt from your neck. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, hands sliding under your shirt and lips trailing delicate kisses along your neck and jaw.

"I coulda ordered something... you didn't need to." He sighed, leaning over to kiss your cheek from behind, thumbs rubbing soft circles into the soft skin of your tummy.

"But I wanted to cook." You turned your head a bit and poked his nose with a finger, giggling softly as your sweet lover huffed and crinkled his nose. Chuuya took you turning your head as an opportunity, leaning forward over your shoulder and capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. he pulled away after a bit, pressing his lips to your temple. chuuya mumbled something against your forehead and you were about to say something before a pungent scent made your eyes water and throat become scratchy with the need to cough.

"Ack, it's burning!" You groaned, pulling away from chuuya and fumbling the pan off the stove. Chuuya chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest and grinning.

"What'dya think about take-out now?"

©Cheriiyaya 2024

[coolyiooo]

BSD Men Dealing With Your Mood Swings

parings: Dazai, Fyodor, and Chuuya

First time writing something other than smut 😶🔫

🖤DAZAI🖤

You were having a bad day, not only because you started your period but also some drama was happening between some friends of yours, so you were ranting to your boyfriend while driving. He was being the passenger princess.

"And then she was all like ' that's none of your business ' "

"Oh shit-" he said with a hand over his mouth, actually invested with your tea

"I know! And I was like-"

You suddenly heard one of your favorite songs playing on the radio

"Hold on- babe, this song is my jammm"

You started to vibe with the music and sing long with it, completely forgetting about your drama you had earlier in the day.

Dazai was a bit baffled but he started to laugh at how your mood just did a whole 360. He actually started to vibe with the music with you.

Another day, another pain of suffering of cramps, hormones, and blood 🤢 you were mad, annoyed, disgusted, and sad all at once. You literally just arrived at the ADA office and immediately said, in a monotoned voice

"I'm going to hang myself" And sat down

Everybody in the office was a bit worried and confused, they all faced Dazai to see if he'll comfort you and be a good bf but all he said was

"I'd never thought I'd hear you say those words" he had stars in his eyes.

Everybody gave him a disgusted look and he could feel it. He chuckled nervously and said

"I- I mean why don't I go to the store to buy all the snacks you want!"

" Aweeee thanks babe!"your mood immediately changed.

Dazai mentally gave himself a high five.

When work was over you were comfortable in the couch, covered in blankets, heat pad on your stomach, and reading your book. Everything was perfect when suddenly your boyfriend came in. You gave him an intense side eye and he immediately noticed.

"Uh- what's wrong, princess?"

"I need you to leave" you said straight up with no remorse.

For a second he looked a bit shocked, wondering if he did something. You felt bad but suddenly saw how pretty he was, so you used that as an excuse to let him down easy.

"your distracting me with your beauty" You went back to reading your book

He was baffled once again but then was flattered and smiling to himself. He left the room to yourself. He was a bit taken aback by the aggressive, flirting comment but a win is a win.

He'll try his best to comfort you during these times. I feel like sometimes he's the reason your mood is just sky rocketing all over the place, but he'll make up for it.

💜FYODOR💜

You were literally being a couch potato. Covered in blankets but also chips, crumbs, and snacks.Fyodor came in the room and saw the mess you surrounded yourself in.

"My dear, is it too much to ask for you to clean up after yourself?"

"Shut up your anemic" you retorted back with no sympathy.

Nikolai was in the same room as you two were in and tried his best not to burst out laughing . You realized what you just said and immediately began laughing. Fyodor was slightly taken by surprise by your bold comment but his face showed no emotions except for 'you better stop if you know what's good for you'.When you noticed his face, you immediately stopped laughing. Fyodor then walked towards you, you were starting to get scared

"w-wait! I'm on my period I'm sorry!"

He stopped in front of you "yes, I can see my love"

"I- ...I'm sorry" you said timidly

He looked back at you with dark eyes "just clean up after yourself, darling" he kissed your forehead and left the room.

"Your lucky he loves you" Nikolai commented

Later that same day you were laying your head on Fyodor's lap as he was petting your hair, reading a book. You were staring at his legs and randomly said

"You have very pretty legs, they look like they belong to a woman"

He immediately stopped what he was reading and looked at you. You stared back at him.

"I meant that as a compliment of course. I mean your just very beautiful"

He stared back at you with a hint of concern, but then reverted back to a straight face

"My dear, just go back to sleep" he said, gently scratching your head

Next day you were sitting on the bed, late at night, reading a book. Fyodor came in and stared at you. He was just surprised you were still awake but you felt judged.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You said in a bratty tone

"Am I... Really that ugly?" You asked with curiosity and started to feel a bit down

He closed his eyes and deeply sighed "of course not, my love. Your more than beautiful" he sat next to you on the bed

"How so?" You pouted

He gently stared into your eyes "Your captivating, enchanting, and even pulchritudinous"

(Yes, that's a real word)

You didnt even know what that last word meant but since it sounded pretty, you felt flattered. You hugged his arm and kissed his cheek.

"Ugh thanks, Fedya. I love you" you had a smile on your face and snuggled close to his chest.

He smiled slightly "I love you more" he said, kissing the top of your head.

He usually doesn't take whatever you say seriously during these days just because of your mood swings and how this isn't what you'd normally do or say, but he'll still try to make it bearable for you and a little for him as well. You should definitely give him a thank you for dealing with your bs.

🧡CHUUYA🧡

He already knew you started you period. He low-key seems like the guy to track it down and stuff so he bought you a bunch of snacks. Usually when your on your period he cuddles with you so when he arrived at your shared place he went to go look for you. He found you laying flat on your face on the bed.

"Hey babe, how are you feeling?"

You responded by soft groaning

"Awe I'm sorry baby, I got you your favorite snacks. I hope that makes you feel better" he laid the bag down on the night stand.

He saw that you weren't moving, and out of sympathy, he touched your head.

"Don't touch me" you mumble in a strict tone

Normally he would probably be concerned but he understands that it's just your period talking and understands you probably just want to be alone.

"I'm sorry, let me know if you need anything" He said before making his way out the room

You lifted your head up looking back at him "wait, where are you going?" Your tone sounding sad "don't go"

He was confused but then you reached your arms out to him.

"I change my mind please cuddle with me" you said almost as an order

Your change in tone and mood startled him. He didn't want to make it worse by disobeying your order so he cuddled with you. You started playing with his hair and scratching his head. His thoughts were that he's the one supposed to help you relax not the other way around but the more you looked at him the more you realized just how literally gorgeous the man was.

"Chuuya, your so prettyyy" you said while kissing his cheek

He was starting to blush "the more I look at you the more breath taking you get" you then smothered him with kisses.

A moment ago you were literally not wanting any physical touch and now look at you, you can't keep your hands off him. Not like he's complaining though, but he's definitely struggling to keep up with your mood swings.He was about to respond back to you with compliments, but you then stopped your kissing and said

"now let me sleep I'm tired" you patted his chest gently and rolled out of his arms. Now he was just dazed.

He'll try to make you the happiest he can during your days of the month overall and you should definitely give him your gratitude for being a good bf