#my sweet chuuya's choker <3

[stinkyme]

MY SIGMA COSPLAY FINALLY ARRIVED, SO I WORE IT AND MY MOM SAID I LOOKED LIKE COUNT DRACULA HAHAHAHA

(a little silly bcuz count dracula is from bram stokers novel or smth hahahahhahahahahaha 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂)

TAKE HOLY FEDYA <3

what a fine man, maybe i am a believer after all😋😋 finna baptise myself with his cum (i am sorry) (no i am not) (but i am joking) (or am i)

KSKSKSK YEAH IT IS, HE WROTE A NOVEL DRACULA :3 AND WHY LIKE A DRACULA OMG, I AM SURE YOU LOOK AMAZING AND LOVELY!! :D <3

#stinkyanswers #my sweet chuuya's choker <3 #I AM SURE YOU LOOK AMAZING!!! :D <333 #sigma new bram confirmed tho :3

[theradiostarr]

⠀ ‧₊˚✩彡 how they have their way with you ♡

featuring: dazai, chuuya, fyodor

summary: what these bsd boys are like in bed <3

warnings/content: typical kinks (praise, degradation, asphyxiation, overstimulation, orgasm control, pet play?? kind of?? etc.), manipulation on fyodor’s part, gender neutral reader

DAZAI is selfless. you’re his reason for living, his belladonna. he’s calculating and precise, committing every twitch you make, every sound that leaves your saccharine lips to memory. a specific touch makes you squirm underneath him? he’s about to abuse that knowledge until you’re 1. screaming his name in overstimulation or 2. crying and whining for more.

he’s slow. whispering sweet degrading praises into your ear as he nibbles your neck. painting your collarbone with a myriad of purples and blues. he’d giggle at your astounded expression in the morning, claiming he simply couldn’t let such a pretty canvas go untouched.

petnames!! he has a silver tongue, weaving sweet phrases into every dirty sentence. we all know he loves “belladonna” but how about “lovely”, “my dove”, “pretty/handsome”, “sweetheart”

(he’ll also throw in some degrading, using words like my gorgeous slut or lovely whore to really push you over the edge)

he’s touchy. his hands wander your body with such delicate determination it makes you shiver. if your bodies have space to breathe what is the point? he wants to smother you, breathe in your humanity.

speaking of breathing, this man has a thing for asphyxiation and orgasm control. he is talented at torture, after all. he’ll bring you to the edge over and over again, hand wrapped deliciously around your throat where he knows it will send you to heaven.

he will also humiliate you- this man never shuts up. he’d love to watch you ride him until your legs are shaking pathetically, his hands gripping your hips as a hum leaves his throat.

“ah, you’re such a sight, bella. how does it feel? i bet i could make you cum with my words alone, such a pretty thing. don’t stop now, dove, the nights only just beginning~”

CHUUYA is a gentleman. he’d have the whole thing orchestrated to your every need to make sure you feel comfortable and safe. i’m talking flowers, wine (is it really chuuya without an expensive bottle of wine?), and hands that held you with such care it would make you giddy. he’s already lost so much, he couldn’t bare losing you as well.

he’d take his time. sometimes it would feel cruel just how long he’d take appreciating every part of your body, kissing down your nape, gripping your hips, licking a stripe down your chest, opening you up slowly just to hear all the lovely sounds you’d make. he’d prefer to be on top, catering to your every need, but if you want to ride him- like hell he’s saying no. to see his love bouncing on his cock, milking their own pleasure? he could watch you for hours. and when you come undone, he’ll be right there to catch you.

he loves seeing you in his choker, nothing else on your naked body. he gets off on the visual reminder that you are his. he would also rush to buy you many matching lingerie sets to pair it with- he is a man of taste after all. and how can he not when you look so ravishing?

and oh, the praise. he wants you to know how good you’re doing, how good you make him feel. he isn’t scared to be vocal, cursing at how well you take him, how every thrust makes your body jerk beneath him.

but he is a man with a short temper. he’d never dare raise a hand to you, but if you know the right things to say, boy you can get him going.

if you’re feeling bold, tug on his choker, grab his hair, bite his lip. he’ll scoff with a smirk, rolling his hips into yours, testing you to keep talking.

“oh yeah? i wonder how long you can keep talking, doll. you take me so well, let’s see how much more you can take before you’re sobbing on my cock.”

FYODOR is cruel. if you’re expecting this man to be sweet and accomodating, think again. i personally don’t think he’d have any interest in sex, he’d view the act as impure and a waste of time. however, if you amuse him, that’s a different story.

if he’s intrigued by you; your expressions, your mannerisms, your tone of voice, then it’s only fair he will want to see more. this man doesn’t think with his dick, much like dazai, he will uncover your weaknesses and exploit them.

he will restrict your movement, wringing noises out of you he can only akin to a masterpiece. holding your hands above your head he will force you to sing a melody rivalling his violin.

you are like a pet to him, he will stroke your hair softly before gripping it firmly. reminding you of your place. he’d smile deviously as his fingers pump in and out of you, reaching places you didn’t even know existed.

textbook manipulation. he’ll use sweet words to gaslight you and then fuck you hard into your sheets until all you can remember is him. you are like a bird inside a cage and unlike the clown Nikolai, you have no desire to be freed.

but be careful, the second you begin to bore him, or when he no longer needs you, he will discard you like the rest of his pawns. and really, did you truly believe he cared about you?

he will not be there when you wake up, but you will keep going back to him because that’s how he’s trained you.

“i taught you better than that, myshka. what happens to bad pets when they don’t do as they’re told? hm? on your knees, i think you need a reminder, darling….”

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd smut #dazai x y/n #dazai x reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x reader #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x reader #bsd x reader #smut #smut headcanons

[kaeyx]

sighs dreamily chuuya's so pretty

y'know that choker / probably-a-flatout-collar thing he wears? I want to have him sit in my lap while I do something, and just fidget with / gently tug on it whenever I pause to think

I want to kiss his neck and tell him how pretty he is

I want to pick him up and put him on whatever table/counter is nearby, undress him, and get between his legs to suck his pretty dick <3

i want to buy him flowers and wine <3 i will research flower language to subtly tell him how beautiful he is and how much i need himm

chuuyyaa <3

Ugh Chuuya <333 he's so perfect!

Somehow he never expects you to tug on his choker, and it gets him every time when your fingers slip between it and his neck to tug him in for a kiss or to simply hold him, possessive, while he sits in your lap. Your hands and mouth on his neck feel divine, making him squirm and let out a few choked whines, his own hands also exploring you in turn. Chuuya loves you and loves how you're so obviously infatuated with him, each one of your sweet compliments and petnames has his cheeks heating up even as he tries to remain suave and composed so he can retaliate.

#chuuya.bsd #ugh he's so <3

[anime-allover]

Hello! I hope you’re taking good care of yourself. Can i please request jjk boys (megumi, sukuna, gojo, itadori) and death note boys (light and L) with a s/o that cross dresses? they wear clothing similar to chuuya nakahara from bsd and people judge them because they don’t dress as the ‘appropriate gender’ (which is total bs). i was told the same thing today, now i need some comfort :(

thank u! luv u <3

A/n: I love this request! And to the ones who said that to you should be written in a death note! I can only do 4 characters per post, so the other two will be in a different post. Be on a look out for them! I just want to say this just because, my bf on the show is Dazai. Love you too!

Cross dressing| L, Light, Gojo, and Itadori

L

Lawilet doesn't even have to turn away from his cake to know you're upset

He can tell by the sound of your footsteps

He been with you long enough to know your emotions by the way you walk

He can even identify you by the sound of your footsteps

"What's wrong?" L shoves a piece of cake in his mouth. You walked in front of L and displayed what you're wearing.

"Does this look like I can't wear this?"

L looked away from his cake to see what you are wearing. "No," He answers. "Do you got something similar to that in your closet?"

You looked at him confused, "yeah, why?"

L looked away from you, to hide his face "can you show me how you look in them..?" He asked shyly.

You can see his ears turning red. You smiled and start to walk to the shared bedroom. "Sure hold on a second,"

Gojo

For the very first time in a while

You walked through that door frame

And you didn't asked for none of Gojo's sweets!!

L-like-

How upset are you for not doing your daily speech to him!?

You nervously walked in front of Gojo.

"Um.. toru... Does this outfit look like it's for guys?" You asked not making eye contact with him.

Gojo tilted his head and got up from the couch and walked to you. He raised your head up to look at him.

"Nahh, it look like anyone can wear it, but nobody can rock it like you can." He sees a choker on your neck.

"Really?" You softly smiled at him.

Gojo brought a finger to the choker and pulls it. "Yeah, how can I lie to you" Gojo start to have a smirk on his face.

Your smile start to go down slowly. "I don't like the tone of your voice and I don't like that smirk"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

Light

Oooo I understand that he's your boyfriend

But It's like you're passing on a message

A message of fate

And you don't even know it

You was sitting on Light's bed, looking down at you feet. Light is at his desk chair with his death notebook open. He was looking your way.

"What's wrong?" Light finally asked.

"Some people said that the clothes I'm wearing, are only meant for boys. But I see these clothes is for everyone, don't you think?" You picked up your hat and feel around the fabric.

"Yes, I do think the same. If they let their girlfriends wear their boy clothes then I don't see if it mattered." Light crossed his arms.

"Exactly! You always know what to say!" You looked at him with a smile. Light smiled back to you but his smile holds a secret meaning to it.

Light turned back to his desk and picked up a pen. "Can you tell me the names of the people who said those things to you?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing I just want to know their names"

"Oh ok"

Yuji

He'll be confused of why you came home sad

He thought if was him that made you sad

He really thought that he left you on read on a text

He's super worried

"What's wrong y/n?" Itadori asked as his eyes follows your movements. You sat down on the couch beside him and crossed your arms.

"Do you think girls can wear guy clothes?"

"Um, well yes, I don't see a problem with that." Itdaori's sounds like he's questioning it. He don't know if his response was ok with you. He always speaks truthfully to you.

"Well some people actually say the opposite," You looked on the floor. Your hat fell on the floor. Itadori panicked a little.

'Did I said the wrong thing?! Oh no!'

"But you're not one of those people, and I'm happy that you're ain't." You smiled to yourself.

Itadori mind clicked. He got up from the couch and picked up your hat from the floor. He put it on his head.

"Who are you dressed up as? Is there room for one more?" He smiled at you.

His job as a boyfriend is to make you happy then deal with the bad things that made you unhappy.

You looked at him excitedly. "Yeah and I know just the person you can be!"

Thank you for requesting!! Asks are open!

Taglist: @fiona782

#x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #light death note #death note #death note x reader #gojo satoru #gojo saturo x reader #itadori x reader #lawilet x reader #l x reader #jjk itadori #jjk gojo #light x reader #l death note

[goddamnitdazai]

Little Promises {S&S} | Chuuya

Part of the Salt & Sugar Series | N.SFW | 5K words [9:30] Chuu <3: I’m going to be a little late baby. Order that bottle of wine for us? Rarely did a date start off without one of those texts from Chuuya. He made reservations in the ‘earlier’ (according to mafia time) hours of the night to avoid a situation like this. In what he called the ‘perfect sweet spot’ between him getting off normal work hours and before having to deal with anything that would come up later in the evening as most of the real mafia business did. Lately, more attacks have been occurring directly against the Port Mafia rather than an assault against Yokohama. Nothing that the Black Lizard couldn't handle but Chuuya wasn’t one to sit out of a good fight. He’d gone with Hirotsu to go handle..something, someone most likely, but assured you he’d be finished in time for dinner.

Five or ten minutes wasn’t a big deal. Annoying, yes. But you knew what you signed up for. Being with Chuuya made the irritation worthwhile. Just his smile was enough to erode any negative feelings weighing on you from the day. Sighing quietly you order a bottle of his favorite wine and watch the stars twinkle through the glass. The restaurant itself was gorgeous. Brand new on the eightieth floor with a deck spread out around the entire outside. Chuuya was able to get a table in a heartbeat. The best one in the restaurant. Secluded right next to an expansive window showcasing Yokohama’s glittering amber skyline. Your reflection stares back at you in the window, restless fingers tapping on the newly filled glass of wine. Waiting. [9:45] Chuu <3: On my way back to the office, Boss needs something. Wait for me at the bar? We can sit outside instead. For a man who couldn’t hold that much liquor the wine Chuuya liked was strong. Your head was already buzzing even with the bits of spicy edamame you’d popped in your mouth as a distraction. Your posture deflates further when you read the text flashing on your screen. Deep scarlet liquid sloshes in the glass before passing through your lips to etch a burning pathway down your throat. The dress Chuuya had bought you fit perfectly against your curves. Silk. Red--his color.  A sign you were his. The diamond choker he bought for your birthday suddenly feels too tight around your neck. You hated eating alone. [10:15] Chuu <3: Shit, I’m sorry baby Boss needs me to go take care of something. I’m really sorry, I’ll try to make it quick. Half the bottle churns with a sickly heat in the base of your belly. His chair was still empty. You whip your phone from it’s idled place on the table and tap out a response. [10:17] Chuuya? It’s been over an hour. Where are you? [10:45] You’re not coming are you? [10:50] I charged a bottle of wine to your card. I’m going home. Your shoes land somewhere in your apartment with a loud thump. Keys are next missing the wooden end table meant for them and your purse. Fuck, you were slightly more drunk than you realized. Overpowering vehemention towards the man supposed to be treating you to a nice dinner was the only reason you hadn’t stumbled out of the cab. If you had any type of superhuman strength your heels would have stomped four inch holes into the pavement. Your hand clumsily fumbles for the light switch as you make your way into your apartment muttering curses on Chuuya’s name the entire walk from your door to the kitchen. Compared to Chuuya’s two story penthouse your place was small but cozy. More decorated and homey-- Chuuya liked that about it, he said. Most of his walls were barren except a few pieces of expensive art he purchased on a whim. Chuuya preferred sleeping here over going home when he was out working late and you were already beneath the covers. Coming home to his lover was a treat sweeter than wine according to him. Your shoulders slump. It had been a few weeks since Chuuya had taken you on an actual date. Executives didn’t exactly have frequent pockets of unoccupied time. Leisure was more of a luxury to Chuuya than the most expensive wine in his collection. But, at least in the past few months, he’d been trying to spend more time with you the way a normal couple would. However his promises were falling shorter than you anticipated and at a much higher frequency than expected. There was nothing normal about your situation.. but god damn having a nice dinner with your boyfriend maybe once a month didn’t sound unreasonable. You drag your hand down your face and trudge to the fridge flinging the door open unceremoniously. There wasn’t much in here other than the few healthy snacks Chuuya left.  Your diet mainly consisted of take out or to-go meals from the convenient store down the street. Chuuya hated it and usually preferred places that offered healthy meals, but the man rarely got home before ten at night and was exhausted the moment he crossed the threshold. Hence the dinner date. Your frown deepens. At some point you’d grabbed a water bottle but you weren’t even in the mood to open it. The fridge shuts with a harsh echoing click as you spin on your heel and head towards your bedroom. Between steps your bra ends up on the standing lamp and the matching panties get lost in the shadows. It took an hour to pick out that lingerie. Chuuya tore everything in his haste unless it was something he wanted to see you in more than once--he would have loved that little set. “Fucking asshole.” You snap to the empty bedroom, falling face first into the mess of pillows and blankets. It smelled like him. Unintentionally you inhale deeply cherishing the familiar scent of his shampoo and cologne mingling together. His lingering warmth contrasted the cold emptiness of the bedroom for a few moments bringing a comforting elation, and then the realization that you were in fact without him knocked you right back down. Chuuya was a workaholic. You knew that from the beginning. Working parallel with him exposed his dedication within the first week. A tiny bit of you (that was beginning to grow larger) had begun to truly resent Chuuya’s workaholic tendencies. The Port Mafia was important to him, you got that, but..weren’t you important too? You flip on your side to stop your head from spinning in rapid circles. The wine wasn’t sitting well on an empty stomach but at this point you were too tired and upset to get up and eat. Nothing sounded good anyway. Chuuya’s shirt you often slept in felt like a weight in your hand. “Fucker.” You hiss, throwing it onto the small chair in the corner of your bedroom. Fine. If you weren’t important enough to have fucking dinner with then you wouldn’t bother texting him again. This was pathetic. You try to focus on the wobbling lights of the city through your bedroom window. Gold and neon flecks blur like water droplets against a deep navy sky. A heavy melancholic silence fills up the apartment. Between the wine sloshing in your stomach and the pounding of your head sleep would most likely evade you tonight. Welled up vexation had suddenly melted to pure sorrow, choking you quietly as you lay curled up in the blankets. Finally, little sobs part your lips bringing a few tears in tow. This was stupid, it was just dinner. Chuuya didn’t do it on purpose but why the hell did it feel like a knife twisting in your heart? “Fucker..” you repeat, squeezing your eyes shut forcefully. You’d deal with it tomorrow. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ At some point you’d passed out holding Chuuya’s pillow tightly in your arms. Unfortunately the thing to awaken you wasn’t the gentle kiss of sunrise or your lover’s tight embrace. The wine you’d downed had resurrected with a vengeance that had you sprinting to the bathroom. From the darkness still drenching the apartment morning hadn’t come quite yet. Your stomach heaves all the contents in a burning violent wrench that barely makes it into the toilet bowl. There’d be bruises from how hard your knees hit the tile but at least it caught all the mess. “Sh-shit..ow.” You mutter, spitting the rest out before wiping your mouth with a piece of toilet paper. “______?” Chuuya’s voice resonates from the living room. “_____? I’m really sorry. Baby...I’ll make it up to you..” Chuuya speaks softly, almost deflated. His voice hits you like a ton of bricks. A miniscule burst of energy helps you stand with aid from the sink at your side. The sudden rush of blood sends your head sloshing in a circle again nearly pushing you back down to the floor. With a deep inhale you force yourself to stand straight again and splash water on your face before looking up at the mirror. Make-up, it had smeared all down your cheeks and beneath your eyes from crying and rubbing against the pillow. You groan at your appearance and grab the mouth wash. Chuuya’s ears perk. “Baby? You okay?” His footsteps are light and quick until they reach the bathroom. “Baby! Are you alright!?” He’s at your side in an instant wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you to face him. “Don’t---” You press your hand to your forehead, “dizzy. Wine.” You mumble leaning back against the sink. Chuuya’s expression changes from worry to soft concern melded with guilt. His hands steady you with a gentle grip, coaxing you forward with unnecessary slowness (though it was appreciated by your stomach and head). All the crying had caused your eyes to swell enough that the details of the apartment, especially in the dark, were hard to see. If Chuuya hadn’t been guiding you back to your bedroom there’s a good chance you would have ended up face first on the floor. “____…” the guilt in his voice just made you feel worse. “I’m sorry.” He repeats, gentle ungloved fingers reaching for a tissue from the box on your night stand. Your vision was, at the least, bleary but the striking sunset tendrils framing his face stood out beautifully against the low light coming from the bathroom. “Hold on..” Chuuya murmurs, rising to his feet in quick steps. You sit in silence sniffling a bit and trying to keep the bile in your throat. Your eyes flutter shut to keep the light out. The blankets beneath you had bunched uncomfortably at the edge of the bed leaving you lopsided from sitting in the center of the mattress. Any attempt to shift could send whatever was left in your stomach flying, so you wait. Something creaks. Floorboards, then the mattress. Chuuya’s touches are two steps above gentle. Whatever it is, it’s cold. Something soft and cold in his hand over your eyes. It takes a few seconds for it to register. He’s cleaning the smudged make up off your face. Acts like this were the reason it was so hard to stay mad at the man. His gestures were sweet and honest. Showing you love in the only ways he really knew how to. Physical touch, gifts and sweet words after being gone for too long or bailing last minute. Your throat clenches as your fingers grip the loose sheets by your thighs. “Baby, I’m sorry.” Chuuya says it again. Your teeth cinch the inside of your lip. “You promised.” Chuuya’s shoulders sag but his hands keep working the smudged mascara off your face. His other hand nimbly massages the back of your neck finding the pressure point to relieve your headache. “I know.” What else could he say? “I don’t have a different excuse. Boss needed me. It was important. I wouldn’t have done it otherwise. We can have dinner tomorrow or another night. I swear.” Chuuya tries to coax your eyes open with a soft rub of his thumb on your cheekbone. He knew all your spots and that’s what made it hurt the most. “But you promised.” You repeat, almost childlike in the inflection of your voice, but your eyes open. Immediately you’re mesmerized by the expression change on his features. Chuuya, when overcome with too much, tended to drop his head in defeat allowing his bangs to hide him from the shame he felt. Your fingers on his chin keep him from succeeding. “It’s…” you swallow the dry lump in your throat, “I need to be as important too. I’m not asking you to drop whatever Boss has you do when I want attention and I know you’re going to have to leave sometimes when shit comes up unexpectedly... but fuck...you need to give me something.  Anything.” You set your hand timidly on his. “Unless the fucking world is collapsing...I need a promise I know you’re going to keep, Chuuya.” His eyes widen a bit, soft blue glimmering and reflecting bits of your distorted face in their tides. Chuuya stays silent for a moment but moves closer on the bed shifting you carefully until you’re on his lap, legs draped over either side of his thighs. His arms come around your waist (where they belong) to pull your torso flush with his. The hum of his ability tickles your skin as he leans himself back until his head hits the pillow. “Give me a little time to come up with something?” He finally breaks the silence. Hope diminishes and the swelling in your chest grows into a thick knot. “Okay.” You reply against his neck. There wasn’t a chance in hell Chuuya didn’t catch the desolation in your tone, but he says nothing. His fingers begin to detangle your messy hair in feather-soft strokes. Chuuya tended to melt into you without trying. Curl up around you keeping you comfortable enough to fall asleep in any environment. This position draws your face to the crook of his neck magnetically. A place molded to fit your head perfectly. Often, it was the only place that properly hid you from your thoughts and exhaustion when the world became too much at once. You inhale; his skin pebbles. He always smelled like sea salt and vanilla. He swears he puts cologne on but after working so much his natural scent clings to his skin and it’s much more intoxicating. His left hand slithers up and down your back drawing nonsensical patterns in your skin. Down your shoulder to the valley both blades create, following your spine lazily, methodically.  His dexterous fingers spread open to reach the skin that encases your rib cage touching light enough it’s almost a tease. Chuuya’s gestures come from the depths of his emotions that so often tumble beneath the surface. Trained in the art of persuasion and deception he’s better at hiding what he’s thinking than he lets on. It’s all a matter of if he cares enough to do so or not. You tangle your legs together with his, thankful you’d forgone wearing anything to bed. Summer heat tended to creep into your bedroom despite the air conditioning, and the man beside you could melt chocolate with his touch. With Chuuya's skin constantly overheating (Arahabaki in the shadows) it was surprising his layers didn’t bother him. On cold winter mornings it was magnificent against your chilled face. In the summer he’d laze about in only his underwear with the air conditioning blowing, keeping you just cold enough to need the warmth from his skin. (He claims it’s not on purpose but you like to think it is).  Heat had begun to spread the moment he pressed you up against him and held you like you’d disappear if he loosened his grip. Right now the little crook beneath his ear that curved down his neck forming a broad muscular shoulder happened to be the perfect temperature to soothe your headache. Chuuya cuddles you closer when he notices the tension dissipating. His head turns slightly to rest against your forehead, the soft ghost of his breath trails over the shell of your ear each time he exhales.  Whatever alcohol remained in your system had slowly begun to recede with Chuuya’s presence. Falling asleep rather than passing out cold seemed to aid in the depletion of your headache, and truthfully, being with him cured every part of you. Scientifically correct or not--it always worked even when you were pissed at him. Chuuya’s chest softly begins to vibrate as your eyes flutter shut. A gentle tempo that remains tranquil but familiar.. Chuuya’s humming finally settles the ball of nerves tied up in your stomach. The last remaining irritation of the night quietly begins to melt away at the edges leaving your heart frayed and tender. Pure exhaustion was overpowering your will to stay awake and wait for Chuuya’s answer. Against your own command your eyelids droop and soak your environment in black. ++++++++++++++ Fuck that wine. From the moment you peeled your eyes open it felt like someone nestled their way into your skull to continuously pound it with a ball peen hammer. Your legs twist in the sheets as you try to get comfortable again and turn away from the sunlight sneaking through the window. Your arm smacks against the mattress, it felt strikingly cold. “Chuuya?”. The only response you receive is a small rustling from outside the bedroom door. A soft hum. Music? Something. You flop onto your back and force your eyes open. Thankfully the dizziness subsided permanently, unfortunately it’s counterpart (a killer migraine) still throbbed to the point that you were halfway convinced your eyeballs were physically pounding. “Chuu?” You call again, twisting on the bed until your bare feet hit the hardwood.  Chuuya’s shirt fits comfortably over your head. Instinctively you inhale sharply holding the collar close to your nose before it settles and the smell of eggs draws you out of the bedroom. Normally you’d walk out completely naked but you felt beyond shitty. Lazily you tug up a pair of sweatpants and meander out into the kitchen in search of your boyfriend. Chuuya turns over a shoulder and gives you a soft smile. His back muscles were getting bigger, or perhaps the way he was holding the pan made them bulge. Regardless he looked damn good cooking you breakfast in a tight shirt bathed in morning light. “Good morning baby. Hungry?” Your stomach growls loud enough to echo down the street. Chuuya laughs and sets two plates down at your small table. Omurice, toast, and a few strips of bacon he’d picked up from some fancy market in Tokyo the last time he went. “Good. You need the protein after throwing everything up last night.” Chuuya pads over to you arms immediately wrapping around your waist snuggling you close against his bare chest. “I’m sorry baby.” He says for at least the fifth time. Two soft kisses to your forehead, one on your nose and a final on your lips. You slump against him letting your arms remain limp at your sides. “I figured out what I can do for you though. What you deserve.” “Oh?” Your arms find themselves around his waist, fingers spreading out to feel the rigid muscles in his lower back flex beneath your touch. Chuuya nods forehead now resting against yours. Sunlight funnels through the window scattering amber over the floor. Cresting Chuuya’s right side and across to the middle of his throat bathing him in light. The man truly emulated warmth and fuck he was more gorgeous than the sunrise itself. “Breakfast together. Every morning. Some days I’ll cook for you. Some days we’ll go out before work, and some days…” Chuuya begins to trail soft kisses down the side of your throat. Catching your breath suddenly becomes much harder with his mouth tasting your skin, “we’ll have breakfast in bed. I’ll eat you...and then we can eat together.” He chuckles darkly, waiting for the words to unfold in your head. “How can I turn that offer down?” Your fingers glide up the back of his neck carding through his hair. Chuuya sighs into your touch but continues the lazy, deliberately gentle line of kisses over the curve of your shoulder then backwards until he reaches your collarbone. “My place---” you gasp sharply, Chuuya loved to bite that spot on your neck, “or yours?”. Chuuya hums in thought hands now trailing down your curves around to the swell of your ass. “Whoever gets off work last goes to the other’s place. So, probably here a lot.” Chuuya squeezes, low growls emitting from his throat when you jolt into him. “Means you gotta actually buy food for me to cook.” You rise up on your toes moving closer and away from his grip on your ass. You couldn’t give in easy just yet, where was the fun in that? “Mmmm..but what if I like starting off the day with your cock?” You muse, teasingly dragging the sharp edges of your nails down his shoulder blades. Even through his shirt Chuuya’s shoulders were overly sensitive. Another set of animalistic growls erupts from him. He squeezes harder and nips at the center of your throat. “Guess I’ll have to give you what you want then, won’t I?” He smirks crookedly. You yelp when his hands dip between your thighs splitting them open to lift you up and onto the counter. “But first,” he murmurs, thumbs digging circles against your inner thighs, “I get my breakfast.” Chuuya leans into you, hips slotted between your trembling thighs so he can kiss you until you’re dizzy. Your hands wind up back in his hair holding him close. You inhale him greedily, savoring the taste of him in your mouth. Your sweatpants join Chuuya’s shirt on the floor in a puddle of fabric. The heat from his body sweeps you up into the clouds. You weren’t sure if it was the hangover, the speed in which Chuuya had you spread open on the kitchen counter or a combination of them both but your head was already fogged. Chuuya’s breath along your thigh keeps you lucid enough to feel every movement he makes. The tickle of his hair on your leg, the gentle prodding of his thumb spreading open your wet lip and the oh so lewd sweep of his tongue up your pussy. “Fuck!” You gasp, hair tugging roughly at the bundle of red hair between your fingers. Chuuya’s chuckle vibrates up your core. His tongue expertly flattens against your pussy, long strokes beginning at your entrance ensuring to taste every inch of your folds all the way up to your clit. The edge of his tongue flicks over the swelling bud once or twice before descending through your lips again. Chuuya moans into you, muttering praises of your taste between licks and prods of his tongue deep inside you. “Ch-Chuu!” The knot in your stomach was near ready to snap. “Do it baby. Right on my fucking tongue.” Chuuya commands, looking up at you from between your legs momentarily before returning to his work. Chuuya’s two fingers hold your pussy open for his tongue to explore. Dipping in and out, traveling up to tease and suck on your clit until stars burst behind your eyes and you’re moaning incoherently. Chuuya doesn’t waste a drop. “So good..” his praises are saturated with lust, “fuck you taste so good.” Arousal smears across his cheeks and lips as he cleans the mess between your legs. Gentle licks and motions, just enough to begin overstimulation to carry over into what would come next. You curl over him trying not to fall off the counter. Chuuya gets to his feet, hands remaining on your shoulders to give you leverage as he discards his sweatpants revealing his fat hard cock red and dripping pre-cum. You lick your lips and reach for him, pumping it a few times in an off-beat rhythm. “Already fucked out baby?” He taunts playfully, lips still glistening with your cum. You pout at him and jerk him forward by the hair. Chuuya laughs, using the motion to line his cock up with your weeping entrance. “Yeah? You want it that bad?” Your hips jerk forward when the head rubs up against your clit. “Chuuya!” You huff, switching tactics. His eyes widen to saucers moan loud and deep enough it rattles in your chest. Your fingers tweak and tug at his pebbled nipples egging him on to submit. Or piss him off. Regardless, the outcome would be the same. “Do you want it that bad? Just one touch..” you mimic his teasing tone. Chuuya’s eyes narrow, chest still puffed out towards your hands. “I always want you.” He replies, punctuating the last word with a jerk of his hips. Your head lolls back in surprise, the burn of his cock stretching you out to the hilt makes your toes curl. “Ohfuck!” You choke on air; Chuuya is quick to grip your hips and bite down on your throat. His pace is relentless. Needy. Sticky, hot and slick. You keep one arm wrapped around his neck the other slanted back on the counter for balance. Chuuya buries his face in the crook of your neck as he fucks your hard and deep. Your knees end up by his ribs allowing you to cross your ankles behind him. The angle change makes Chuuya moan deep against your skin. Somehow, his speed picks up sending you bouncing up and down on his cock. Every stroke inside you hits that sweet bundle of nerves that keeps you moaning his praises. “Fuck--” he grits his teeth and slides one hand down to hold you up by your ass lifting you off the counter. He grunts again, moving in just a few steps into the center of the kitchen. Chuuya drops to his knees with the aid of his ability and places you on your back, hips following the natural path of gravity to push his cock deeper inside you. “Fuck..there..” he murmurs, shifting his hands to your thighs pressing them back until your knees reach your shoulders. “Just like that baby..fuck you’re so god damn beautiful..” His eyes glisten, gemstone blue clouded in the haze of arousal and pleasure. This position was so lewd and fuck it turned you on knowing Chuuya was watching you like this. Vulnerable and split open by his throbbing cock. Chuuya tilts his chin down mesmerized by the view of his cock pistoning in and out of your wet pussy. Cum and slick squirting against him with every harsh thrust forward. Your back arcs off the floor; the head of his cock relentlessly slams into your g spot until you’re cumming again. “G-goodgirl!” Chuuya sputters out, pounding into you three more times before he’s spilling inside of you gasping your name in a sultry, silky voice only you get to hear. Chuuya rolls his hips a few more times in rhythmless sputters before collapsing (gently) on top of you. Sweat matting his bangs left and right, skin a rosy pink and body taut. You wrap a shaky arm around his back, eyes fluttering closed. “Mm..you doin’ okay?” He asks, pushing himself up with one elbow to look at you. “Yeah…fuck..” you couldn’t even think straight let alone articulate just how good you were feeling now. Chuuya smiles--the rest of the world doesn’t compare to the brightness of it, you think. “You’re forgiven.” You finally say, long exhale following. Chuuya beams and kisses your nose. “I am sorry baby. And I promise we’re going to eat breakfast together every morning.” Chuuya rolls to his side bringing you with him. Your leg ends up thrown over his hip and his arm pulls you flush to his chest. “I love you ______. I love you so fuckin’ much.” Chuuya drops kisses along your cheek as he speaks. “I love you too, Chuu.”

#chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bungo stray dogs #bsd #chuuya fic #my writing #my writing chuuya #salt and sugar #chuuya x reader #chuuya smut #bsd fanfic #chuuya nakahara fanfic

[drangues]

HED BE SO HAPPT TO SEE HIS SOOONNN ITD BE GREAT I LOVE GHEM BOTH. Also do you think the ghosts would still feel their injuries? Like, they can block it out, with time, but that ache (IE- Atsushi’s lacerations and missing eye, Oda’s gunshots, Dazai’s feeling of being choked, etc) would always be there while they couldn’t move on? And then, once they can pass on fully, the “scars” are finally gone... I don’t know, does that make sense? (Nyanon, 1/6)

And Oda is such a nerd, he’d ABSOLUTELY say something like that,, Poor Atsushi probably thinks he’s messing with him at first, because Anxiety, and even if he likes Dazai-san from that alcohol store down the street, there’s no way he feels the same, right? There’s no way his kind of big brother would approve of Atsushi, right??? WRONG. Oda will have his wedding and goddamnit, he will be best man if it kills him. (Nyanon, 2/6)

Listen, crystal balls are Cool and I wanted to include one somehow, don’t judge meee. That aside, Dazai would be such a BRAT about having to kiss anyone else,, He’d be so dramatic about it and demand soap the minute he gets off stage and he’s generally just a hassle to deal with, so they probably just. Throw Atsushi at him as his personal manager. Atsushi is just very flustered about Dazai being so insistent on Cleansing Kisses and flirting with him whenever he wears a nice outfit. (Nyanon, 3/6)

Or a silly one, if he wants to make Atsushi giggle. Anyways, yeah, I haven’t watched it much myself, either? Like, I’ve seen some brief clips, and it looks good! I just don’t always have the attention span, you know? The idea of it is really cool, though... And, for the record, I think Atsushi would be either a Moonstone or a Tiger’s Eye. Dazai... Bloodstone, maybe? Yes I’m looking up the meanings of gemstones, yes I’m a nerd. Hush it. (Nyanon, 4/6)

Moving on to an AU Concept: I think I’ve mentioned it before, but say hello to my Saccharine AU! Named as such because it’s ridiculously sweet and fluffy despite being mafia based. Essentially, to summarize, after running away from the orphanage at the age of eleven, and spending an additional year on the streets getting to know Byakko, Atsushi is taken in by Nakahara Chuuya as an apprentice. I’d say roughly around or before Akutagawa becomes Dazai’s apprentice? (Nyanon, 5/6)

Anyways, Chuuya and Atsushi take to each other almost immediately, in part due to them both having such... Primal? Abilities, but also because Atsushi is a sweetheart. And you know those heirloom items that a mentor gives their student in the Port Mafia? Yeah Chuuya gives Atsushi a choker. Also, I’m not sure what role Dazai and Akutagawa would play here??? Hm. (Nyanon, 6/6)

hmmm with the ghost feeling some form of pain makes sense!! i feel like it wouldnt be a pain per se just like. a Feeling?? like if i press a hand to my chest it doesnt hurt i just Feel it it feels like they would have it the same way

and yes dazai is a theatre nerd ofc he will be a drama queen as much as oda would be such a supportive enthusiastic gentle big bro U G H(im not judging btw smh mention all the love you have for stuff no matter how small)

oOOOO moonstone and tigers eye and blood stone owowow that exists wow either way they fit atsushi and dazai very well by the name

oH YES YOUVE TALKED ABOUT THE SACCHARINE AU AAAAA CHUUATSU <33333 IM SO HAPPY THIS AU IS M W A H and akutagawa/dazai would have a ,,,,well. Role. dazai would still be his strict dazai’ness and slightly abusive maybe but i do think since akutagawa and chuuya would befriend each other for being at the same age that means that chuuya interacts more with them and so he will dEFINITELY fight dazai on treating his subordinates better cause chuuya could never imagine putting atsushi through any pain

#anon #ask #ask anon #anon ask #bsd #nyanon #nyatsushi anon

[yugitsu]

Tagged by: @kuroosukii​, thank you a lot ♥

Five things you’ll find in my bag: 1. Headphones. 2. Money. 3. Gum for my brackets. 4. Chasptick. 5. Hair bands.

Five things in my bedroom: 1. Pillows. 2. Bandaids. 3. Candy wrappings. 4. Chokers, lots of them… everywhere. 5. School stuff.

Five things I’ve always wanted to do in life: 1. Adopt all the animals. 2. Celebrate halloween. 3. Watch a movie outside. 4. To never wear shoes ever again. 5. Ride a rollercoaster.

Five things that make me happy: 1. Find beautiful things to read. 2. Movie theaters. 3. Music. 4. Picnics. 5. Desserts, sweet things in general.

Five things that I’m currently into: 1. HxH hell. 2. Soukoku. 3. Killing Stalking. 4. Fyodor Dostoevsky’s books. 5. Chemistry.

Five things in my to-do list: 1. Buy new clothes. 2. Go to the doctor. 3. A new piercing. 4. Study. 5. Study a lot more.

Five things people can not know about me: 1.  I can’t stand perfume. 2. I’m a control freak (the ‘this have to be perfect so get your dirty hands out of it, I’ll do it’ and ‘DON’T TOUCH IT’ type). 3. It takes a lot of me to pay attention. 4. I worry a lot about germs. 5. Today I cried twice about Nakahara Chuuya.

I tag: @aileenaison, @rose-flowers, @littlebratciel, @akutagawah, @kurosieglinde, @meltypng (feel free to ignore it if you don’t want to do it♥)

#thank you again for tagging me!!:) #im so clumsy with these thigs #ajjj #i was tagged

[stinkyme]

[SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 107 HAHHAHAHAHAH] I LOVE SSKK SO. FREAKING. MUCH. I NEEDED THEIR REUNION BUT not a in a silly little fight :((((

also take sweet lil fedya <333

I just SAW IT ODODODODODOSOOSOYOSOSKSKWLWLWPPYLALQLALopoas fuuuUUUCK YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! SIGMA STAYS ON TOP ONCE AGAIN‼️‼️‼️‼️ AND THAT DAWGS SHOWING DAZAI CUNT IS ALIVE FUCK YEAH BUT WHERE TF IS CHUUYA ?????? I AM SO CONFUSED RN

aaaaa atsushi and aku :( i think aku reached his end regardless, even if he was to revert from being a vampire, his condition would eventually kill him so yeah :( he is very tragic but i hope that just for a moment two of them be atsushi and akutagawa as they were before but oh well

also fyodor's eyes were so fucking dark which is so rare to see for him, i am so skdkdlxldlslslslslyksmwkwkslslsps

lil sweet fedya finna have a mental breakdown at this point JSJSJSJ DUDE GOT FUCKING RECKED BY A 3 YEAR OLD HE BASICALLY RAISED, RAISED HIM ONLY FOR SIGMA TO BITE HIM :3

#stinkyanswers #my sweet chuuya's choker <3 #NAHHHH I AM SO HYPEEDDDDDDD HELL YEAH #AND I AM SCARED #BUT FEDYA IS VERY CUTE :3 <3

[stinkyme]

i feel wrong for kinning ranpo, fedya, and kolya all at the same time like how tf does that happen

i have also just learnt i have a hand and a russian accent kink

fedya again bcz this man is a hot terrorist

i don't know but i do think we all have different parts of our personalities and therefore can kin different characters depending on what it is and kinning isn't that serious so :3 <3

i never knew you could have an accent kink damn, i know about a voice fetish/kink but slay :3

and here is my little pookie girlypop <333

#stinkyanswers #my sweet chuuya's choker <3 #it all depends on what you kin them for but it's not that serious so who cares yk :3 #you do you babe :3 thankfully fyodor's dub exist hehe

[stinkyme]

MY AUNT JUST GOT A SIGMA COSPLAY FOR ME FOR EID WTFF (uh eid is like uh a holiday for muslims hahahhaha)

I know what eid is, no worries!! Happy eid to you baby :D <3

AND WOOOOOO I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU, DID YOU TRY IT ON YET? HOW DO YOU LIKE IT? :D <3

#stinkyanswers #my sweet chuuya's choker <3 #SLAAAAAY I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU WOOOOOOO #I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING IT :D #AND HAPPY EID!! :) <3

[stinkyme]

pissing, crying, shitting rn. ai jouno just admitted he was using me for my body and hes bursting out laughing while im having a mental breakdown. hes bitchy, but i didnt think he was that bitchy

help??? istg those ais were supposed to be like comfort for people as far as i understand but they seem to be bigger assholes than expected💀

well.....at least he is sort of in character as he would be in his past but tell him that you are the one using him :3 and then romance your way up, get married and enjoy yourself :D

#stinkyanswers #my sweet chuuya's choker <3 #WHY ARE THEY ALL SO MEAN HELP KDKSKSKSKS #JUST ROMANCE YOUR WAY AROUND IT I AM SURE YOU CAN DO THAT #punching jouno ai for saying that🤺🤺

[stinkyme]

AI RANPO JUST SAID DAZAI HAS A CRUSH ON ANGO IM CRYING

HELP?? I MEAN AT THIS POINT DAZAI IS SHIPPED WITH ALMOST EVERYONE SO I AM NOT SURPRISED ONE VERSION OF HIS LIKES ANGO

#stinkyanswers #my sweet chuuya's choker <3 #IF U WANT DIFFERENT NICKNAME LET ME KNOW :3 #I MEAN SKSKKSK DAZAI HAS A CRUSH ON EVERYONE BASED ON FANDOM AND AIS