#says the Drunk Chuu

[lovedazai]

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

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

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

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

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

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

god, he fucking misses you.

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

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

good. he hopes you’re sleeping well. 

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

one…

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

two…

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

thrー

“hello?”

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

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

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

then he wakes up.

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

you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BSD MASTERLIST

#💌 . . . with love mai ⊹ ࣪ ˖ #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #bsd fluff #chuuya fluff #bsd scenarios

[atlasnessie]

YOU MAKE ME SICK IN EVERY WAY — yet i love you all the same

summary: you two hate arguments .. what are some ways they apologize to you when it’s their fault ..? — dazai, chuuya, atsushi

DAZAI is a mischievous individual. you can’t tell what’s going on inside his head most of the time. you don’t know what his next move could be or what words he could say next. a sly fox, he was.

“you never even bothered to tell me ?”

“it’s in the past, what of it ?”

“‘samu, you’re basically cheating on me ! do you hear yourself ..?!”

dazai groaned and rubbed his temples in annoyance. half drunk and in a haze, he couldn’t bring himself to bother at the moment. this wasn’t the first time dazai had hopped around with other women, and he can’t help but wonder who exposed him this time … perhaps that slug wanted to ruin the relationship he had with you. his thoughts wandered off and your words went over his head, in one ear and then out the other. his face was dusted pink from the alcohol, and that’s when you’ve had enough.

grabbing your coat, keys, and wallet, you walked out of the shared apartment without a word as dazai’s eyes widened at your movement, stumbling and trying to take a hold of your wrist.

“wait, you can’t go ..! listen, ‘m sorry ! bella !!” he watched the door slam shut and collapsed on his messy futon, grumbling.

he visited your workplace the next day, a singular flower in his hand. your favorite, he remembered. walking in, he greeted some staff he was familiar with and walked to where you were, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and twirling the flower by its stem in his fingers in front of your face, acting as if nothing had happened.

“jeez, osamu, a flower wont fix this ..” you spun your chair to face the taller male in front of you, your face unamused as dazai crouched down in front of you, now eye level. he grabbed for your hands, the flower now on your lap. he was cold, perhaps a little nervous.

“i know this doesn’t fix anything. but come home, wont you ‘donna ? i’ll explain everything then.”

temperamental and seemingly always pissed off, you had to play your cards right when arguing with CHUUYA, his pride is on the line. and yet, the arguments are always about something stupid … nothing much to be proud about.

chuuya had just come home, and left with a bang of the door and you groaned in frustration. was it really that hard for him to sit down and eat something after work ? you’ve told him it wasn’t good to skips meals, so why is it now that he’s getting all made about it ..?!

the rev of his motorcycle was heard from outside, the sound of it driving off making you walk towards the table where you had prepped the food on the table, hesitantly wrapping it in a plastic cover. perhaps your boyfriend will come home soon and eat it …

the doors of the penthouse quietly creaked. you didn’t bother to wait for him, instead, you went upstairs to your shared bedroom and was already in bed, though, had trouble falling alseep. the footsteps stopped for a few minutes, ten at least, before making its way to the bedroom door. the light of the hallway creeped into the dark, cold room, and you could hear a voice sigh.

“i know you’re awake.”

no response. chuuya was getting impatient.

“doll, can we talk ?”

“what’s there to talk about …”

chuuya crept near the bedside, facing your back and stretching his hand out to brush your hair, but took it back to his side.

“listen, ‘m sorry i got pissed … i- i should’ve eaten.” you stayed silent. the bed creaked as chuuya sat on the side, frowning. it was quiet for a moment longer before the ginger spoke again.

“i ate the food you made. was good. would’ve been better if i hadn’t been so stupid and left.”

“i wanted to eat with you, chuu …” your words were soft, barely even audible. your boyfriend sighed again and rested beside you, placing a kiss by your temple.

“i know, ‘m sorry, babe. i’ll make it up to you, yeah..?”

arguments with you is the last thing ATSUSHI would ever want to do. though, with overworking and being the target of a few organizations, he can’t help but snap just slightly. everyone has their off days …

“d- darling !! i’m sorry, i really didnt mean any of that ! i’m so sorry !! please forgive me ..!!” you didn’t even have the time to leave the small apartment building as atsushi knelt before you, head buried deep onto the ground and pleading for you not to leave, apologizing over and over as kyouka stood awkwardly in the kitchen, watching the scene as the weretiger withered into apologizes.

“atsushi ..”

“i’ll come home early next time ! we both will !” atsushis head turned to face kyouka, who just simply said: ‘wrap it up. foods gonna get cold’ before walking away.

“i’ll tell kunikida that im gonna be going home early from now on. then we can spend the whole day —“

you sighed, interrupting atsushis words and picking him back up.

“i wont go. i’ll never leave you, ‘sushi. and ‘m not mad about you working, i’m just worried youre overworking ..”

as the weretigers eyes grew glassy and watery, he apologized. again. over and over. again.

in all honesty, you almost har no choice but to stay and comfort your poor boyfriend …

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd atsushi #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #atsushi nakajima #dazai x reader #dazai x you #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #atsushi x reader #atsushi x you #atlas writes !

[rusmii]

-DEEP-

excerpt from the hcs

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

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

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

"Hold still."

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

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

"chu-chuuya-!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

made by ©churuai pls don't steal

rbs and comments appreciated <3

#bungou stray dogs #incubus!chuuya #bsd #chuuya x y/n #demon chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya supremacy #chuuya smut #bsd smut #chuuya imagines #chuuya x reader #chuya x reader #bsd x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya scenarios #bungou stray dogs chuuya #i suddenly wanted to go in depth of the hcs and was in the zone when writing this😭 #✎runiwrites #chuuya–bsd #⛌⛌⛌

[kaelohver]

@KAELOHVER☆

DRUNKEN CONFESSIONS

Summary: In a drunken state, you confess your romantic feelings to them (possibly ooc for Nikolai)

•CHUUYA NAKAHARA

Chuuya chuckled, passing you some more wine as of your request whilst you recalled something from earlier in the day to him.

You’re both in the Mafia so one day you decided to ask Chuuya if he’d like to drink together at a local bar.

Of course, he’d only really seen you at work, (which somehow still solidified his feelings for you) so he was quite discreetly happy at the invitation.

Eventually, you found yourselves in a routine of drinking at each other’s houses atleast every 2 weeks (it’s usually one but work can be rather long and tiring) and frequently texting or chatting in other ways.

Which is how you found yourself getting rather drunk at Chuuya’s apartment.

Despite Chuuya’s love for wine, he’d declined drinking for a moment so he could finish off a report to Mori due tomorrow.

He hadn’t meant to be so late with finishing it but by the time he had, you’d been drunk already.

"Oi, Chuuyaa…" You whine, hiccuping briefly as you stare at the finger in front of you.

His eyes widened at your whining before a small smile appeared on his face, “What’s up?”

“You—You’re up~” You giggled, smiling at him with a flushed and drunken look.

He didn’t breath for a second, your giggle replaying through his mind over and over again.

"Hey, I haven’t even started drinking yet and you’re already drunk.. Wait next time, would ya?” He huffed out, crossing his arms jokingly.

You giggled even more at that, “Ehh, Sorry, Chuu!”

He paused for a moment before he blushed and turned his head away, muttering about how you had no idea what you do to him.

"Hey, Chuuya.. Wanna know who I have a crush on?” You suddenly questioned, seemingly unaware of your drunken blubbering.

His eyes widened once again, he knew he really shouldn’t but he supposes it wouldn’t hurt if you probably wouldn’t remember the outcome…

So, he nodded and watched you excitedly begin talking.

“M’kay! He’s ginger, he has r—really great fashion sense and is a Mafia executive!” You exclaimed, unaware of how obvious it was in your current state.

For a third time that evening, his eyes widened, much more than the previous times. He’d never really seen any other male Mafia executives with ginger hair with a good fashion sense (which, in his opinon, he had).

He wasn’t aware of any Mafia’s around here and it’s not like Mori thinks they ought to involve ourselves with any…

“Oh? And what name does this man have?” He asks, tilting his head in false confusion.

"Chuuya..” you mutter, hiccuping twice.

His mouth opens for a moment then shuts again before opening again, “..Ha?”

You nod excitedly, immediately chugging the rest of the glass of wine you’d been given earlier.

He doesn’t say anything, too flustered to reply and too worried that you’ll forget in the morning.

Very surprisingly, he decides not to touch his wine and instead offers to have you sleep over at his house in a guest room.

You agreed happily despite your hesitation to get up and go to the room a while later.

He did end up drinking a lot whilst you slept…

You did eventually go to sleep in the guest room, waking up with a horrible hangover the next day and ending up not going to work.

You did, in fact, not remember in the morning.

So Chuuya took the chance to plan a romantic confession for another time!

•OSAMU DAZAI

Dazai groaned as the doorbell went, getting off his couch and opening the door reluctantly.

He’d expected Kunikida or some package that was meant for his neighbours but instead got delivered to him.

Instead, he found you in a drunken state.

“Oh? What pleasure do I owe for you to come to see me at this hour?” He asked, smiling teasingly.

“B—bastard, you’re… a bastard” you immediately start, hiccuping between sentences.

He sighed at that, it truly reminded him of Chuuya when he drinks.

Except you seem less generally angry and more emotional.

"Now, now, that’s very rude!” He dramatically replied, putting his hands on his hips.

You groaned at that, accidentally stumbling into the brunette’s arms.

He tilted his head at you when you didn’t move, seemingly too drunk and unable to move.

“Woah, it seems like I’ll have to carry you inside!” He exclaimed, not giving you much time to process before picking you up bridal-style.

You squeaked at that, burying your face in his chest.

He smiled for a brief moment before he muttered something you couldn’t understand in your state, “cute..”

You said nothing, suddenly feeling incredibly sleepy once he put you down on his couch.

He noticed that and decided it would be better for you to be around another person when you were drunk, even if it meant being around him.

You could hear Dazai complaining in a dramatic way along with him muttering a goodnight before you said something unknowingly.

“Love.. you, ‘Samu..”

He paused for a couple minutes, watching you fall to sleep with a blush on his face.

First of all, you said his actual name and second of all, you told him you loved him.

He is so gonna tease you about loving him jokingly before asking you out.

•NIKOLAI GOGOL

You and Nikolai had decided to have a night where you drink together every month out of pure boredom, which usually landed on a Friday.

So, today was one of those days and it was going pretty normal up until Nikolai suggested whoever gets drunk first would have to share a big secret with the other.

You, wanting a secret off of Nikolai, felt pretty fine with the arrangement.

What you didn’t think of is that he’d trick you into losing.

Of course, Nikolai tricks everyone, but you weren’t really thinking properly at the time.

So, here you are now, extremely wasted and clinging to him.

“Woah, it seems I’ve won, dove!” He excitedly revealed, relishing in the frustrated facial expression you wore.

"Ehh.. Nikolaiiii, it’s not fair!” You complained, stumbling a bit as you attempted to get off the bar stool.

He simply snickered, helping you get off the stool and walking with you to the taxi he had arranged not long ago (he was definitely going to blackmail the driver if you didn’t pay).

The walk was weirdly fast, with you falling in and out of conscious due to the alcohol.

When you did finally get into the taxi, you and him sat at the back.

“Hey, dear, what do you say to doing this next Friday?” He asked, smirking in victory.

“Hmm… No c—competition” you muttered tiredly, leaning onto his shoulder.

He whined at that before hesitantly nodding, “Fine!”

You didn’t properly reply to that, instead watching the cars go by outside the window.

“Alright! Enough silence, tell me your crush!” He suddenly shouted, making the driver awkwardly turn up the radio.

You huffed before accidentally muttering “Nikolai.. I think”in a drunken haze.

He is silent for like 2 seconds before he’s harassing you for not saying it earlier whilst you were sober…

Eventually, you fall asleep on him, much to his delight.

He doesn’t care whether you remember or not, he’s going to tease you endlessly.

If you really don’t then he might confess to you before telling you about your revelation, he also might not though.

#kaelohver🎋 #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x y/n #dazai hcs #dazai headcanons #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #chuya x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya headcanons #chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #chuuya hcs #nikolai x reader #nikolai x you #nikolai headcanons #Nikolai hcs #nikolai gogol x reader

[k3m1y4]

“snowfall.”

bsd men x reader ! pt. 1

tw: nothing much, pure fluff. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!! sorry i was late posting this! just sm good short fluff :3!. mentions of alcohol, drunk!chuuya. short as hell. inspired; by RISES THE MOON . . . by liana flores.

pt. 1: dazai, chuuya pt: 2: ranpo, poe. (3 and 4 cancelled.)

OSAMU, DAZAI

“But bella! It’s too cold… I can’t get up!” Dazai whines and complained as he brings the blanket up to his face. Although to your avail the man beside you swung an arm to your waist and pulls you closer.

“Plus, it’s christmas anyways! we get to spend time together.” Dazai had the smug smile plastered on his face.

“Fine, fine.” You say calmly as the snow outside continues to fall and crystalize, the soft relaxing scenery resting upon display.

The snow falls down to the thick white ground, disappearing in a fragrance. The room was warm and especially cozy, dazai softly kisses the back of your neck as you felt a smile cheekily touching your behind.

“Daazai…” you say before you heard a small, quiet chuckle. You could feel his hot breath behind your neck, still having the comfortable vibrant smile on his face.

It was purely an ease of silence, nothing awkward, nothing embarrassing, just a full easing, serene quietness.

A soft hum was heard, luring you back to sleep. His bandaged hands caressing the side of your cheek, softly poking it time by time. Earning dazai a giggle from you.

The lantern light peeked through the window, the trees were covered in cold snow, brushing off with a thin blow of air.

Everything was simplistic, one appreciating the nostalgia who earns a grand of happiness in return, a gift from the desires of “fate.”

Make it a simple moment, something with an essence of at least a sense of security, something safe. nothing more, something to call “home.”

NAKAHARA, CHUUYA

“Chuuuya?” You ask waving your hand infront of him, his vision has gone in a blur, his mind in a daze, dizzy to step up. He had just now realized, he had way too many glasses of whiskey.

But what can he do? it was too late, his eyes was about to shut off into deep slumber as he held your hands. Trying to regain his balance.

“Name-“ He hiccuped, you only laughed in hysterically at him, in response for his drunk state.

“Chuuya? are you okay..” You say now a bit concerned as his eyes was finally giving up, “Now he’s asleep…” You say subtly as his grip on your hands loosened.

You chuckle at the scene infront of you, chuuya deep asleep as his hat slid off his head. Making you smile joyfully.

“You actually look adorable, chuu.” You softly muttered under your breath as the ginger was deep asleep.

Oh just imagine him waking up next snowy morning, him all sobered. You giggle at the scenario you just clearly made up in your head as Chuuya was sleeping peacefully.

Slightly snoring as he sat on the couch, head laid back. You couldn’t help but stroke his hair while he was unconscious of his surroundings.

Your hand softly lingering at his soft ginger hair, this felt way more better than him being a grump and being a bland casual chuuya he is. Classic he is.

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*cough* sorry it was late…- happy late merry christmas. was kinda busy during holidays. (family events ykyk.) changed the title 😀…

#bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader

[iisowks]

bbg….imagine-teen mommy! reader who works with PM dazai and through a LOT of drama he finds out he’s the father (drama💗) you decide the rest~ or!! Another idea!! Idea no 2; chuuya finds out its dazais kid. ((Smut or no smut idk))

PM! Dazai… and chuuya x Pregnant teen! Reader

Warnings: it can be a trigger for some people, mentions of suicide, mention of alcohol, mention of sex, suggestive but not smut detailed, it ends bad so yeah, and kind of cheating too.

Note: Heyyy so i don’t know what i did so i just did an like PLUS CHUUYA or sum but i guess it’s ok even tho i hated :3, but i really hope you like! and yes i think i’ll do an part two where Y/N finds him when they’re adults!

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you joined the mafia very young but already a teenager, you don't actually like to be there but you had no choice or where to go. When you joined you didn't want to be with anyone and you didn't actually wanted to have friends, but two teenagers around your age did NOT leave you alone, and you enjoyed it after some time! you felt less lonely.

but then things got complicated. After some time, you catched yourself attracted to Dazai, even though you knew he wasn't the best person to be with, and you denied for a long time until one day Dazai was at your door, drunk.

“heyyy Y/N, i missed you!” dazai said with a messy voice… “Dazai, what the fuck? it 's 2 AM!” you said quite angry at him, but you took him in and gave him water, trying to make him sober, “Dazai, you really shouldn't be drinking that much.” you said worried about him, after all you guys were just teenagers. “and what? were all fucked up, it wont change anything! That's why I came here, I want to experience something before I die and you can help me with that, darling.”

you knew what was he talking about even tho your thoughts are saying not to do it because youre a fucking teenager, you wanted to. “Dazai, i don’t think we should-” “shut up.” right after that he kissed you… and you didn't stop him, i mean, who would 🧍‍♀️

Well you guys had sex, and you didn't know how to react at first… when you woke up he was gone, and that confused you, but you still wanted to talk to him.

After some time you guys became very close and sex became something normal for you two, until one day you two argued about something very silly but you were so done with him that you just walked away just like he did!

well you were walking through the city when you had the thought of drinking something, and since you were from mafia, almost no one questioned your age.

Well it was your first time drinking so you didnt knew what to ask for thats when you saw your friend Chuuya, “Chuuya! hi!” you said happy to see someone you could talk to. “oh, Y/N…” Chuuya said quite… normal? “do you mind helping me? i dont know what do drink…” “its your first time drinking alcohol?”

the night passed really fast, it was already like 1 AM and you and Chuuya were definetly drunk, “hey Chuu, can we have sex?” Chuuya frozed “huh? i thought you were with that morron” “well im not dating him!” Chuuya hesitated, but he was too drunk to have filter. “i… i guess then it’s okay?” you kissed him almost immediatly, you needed that because you were still feeling bad because of Dazai… and you know he probably did the same and that fucking hurted you.

well you woke up in your bed but no Chuuya, so you thought ‘oh thank god it was dream haha’ until you saw a note of Chuuya saying he should have stayed until you woked up but he didnt want to make you uncomfortable, in that moment you thought of suicide.

You simply pretended that nothing happened and prayed for Chuuya to do that too. Well you ignored everyone in the mafia for 2 weeks, until one day you just didn't feel well and runned away from mafia because mori would never let you go earlier, well you had your suspicions you were pregnant and you were going to do the test anyway.

When the test was positive you panicked, you were 16 and now pregnant?! you just wanted to die, but now you had to discover who’s the dad, and you don’t think Dazai would be happy with something like this. You were scared, but you thought it was better to let Chuuya know, since he was the last person you had a sexual relation.

You used protection with both. so one of them just didn’t work or something, you couldn’t think about any other reason but now the problem is not even that, is that you were pregnant with one of those man’s baby.

Well, Chuuya’s reaction was kind of… not good, and you understand that since you both were teenagers and definitely not ready to have a baby, but you also told him that could be Dazai, in the end he just accompanied you to do the test to see who is the father of the baby.

Well, now you have to wait, both of you, because Dazai has no clue what is happening and he probably thinks you still hate him. You were almost dying to know who the father was but part of you didn’t want to be Dazai because you don’t know how he would react.

A call, the attendant started to talk… after a time you just asked for her to say who was, when she said, you hung up and started crying immediately.

“Chuuya, thank you for the help, but i have to tranquilize you. You are not the father.” Chuuya was incredibly silent. “Be careful, Y/N.” That's all he said.

You lefted immediately to look for Dazai, you tried all the places you could, he was in none of them.

“Mori, hello.” It was your last chance. “Y/N, can i know why you are here after disappearing for 4 weeks?” “I just wanted to ask you if you know where Dazai is.” “Dazai is no longer a part of the mafia, miss Y/N.” “what?..” “he lefted.”

You ran. You ran the fastest that you could… you hated him, you hated him so much even though he doesn't even know you’re carrying his baby.

I guess until you meet him again.

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#bungou stray dogs #x reader #bsd x reader #dazai osamu #chuuya x reader #light angst #dazai x reader #bsd #iisowks

[kaeyx]

oughh drunk chuuya. he's v suggestible when he's drunk, esp w you bc he knows he can trust you no matter what. this means you can do pretty much anything to him, from doing his makeup and nails to tying him up and riding his face until the sun rises. so long as you don't go too far, and maybe don't let him top considering he tends to lose control of his strength... unless ur into that.

once, he comes home off his tits after a work party and immediately makes his way right to you on the sofa. he wordlessly climbs on top of you, clumsily bumping his face onto yours until he finally finds your lips in a sloppy kiss, his tongue already prodding at your lips. his mouth tastes like expensive wine and it makes you feel even more drunk, perfect for him to slip his hands under your shirt and hump your leg without protest.

also yw for the rockstar!chuu ask <3

Chuuya gets very relaxed and handsy when he's drunk, losing control over his emotions. He'll rage at Dazai just as easily as he'll drag you into his lap and cover your neck in kisses, refusing to let you go even if you're in public. He gets easily overwhelmed by how much he loves you and just a few sweet kisses are enough to make him cry or drag you to bed and cuddle you close to keep you safe. He's wildly embarrassed about it the morning after, if he can remember even doing it, but it doesn't stop him from doing it again. You can braid his hair or put it in rollers, do his makeup, paint his nails, anything as long as you stick close to him and placate him with frequent kisses.

It's so easy for that love to turn to lust, too. One look at you, one kiss that lingers a little too much, and Chuuya's fuzzy brain lights up with the thought of how good you'd look underneath him, spread open for him to taste and fuck. He's strong, strong enough to pin you down and wriggle his hands under your clothes while he sucks on your neck, rubbing his already growing bulge against your thigh. Whether you take him up on the offer or refuse until he's sober is up to you, but if you say no Chuuya will probably have to jerk off a few times before he can pass out in peace, moaning your name. And if you say yes... well, he's ready to do just about anything you let him.

#chuuya.bsd #chuuya x reader

[ghost-rattan]

hi!! i saw that you have open requests<33

I would like to share my thoughts about certain trope. do you know how we have drunk!reader and they are confessing or they're veeeeery nice for thier s/o?? how about the angst?

we know people react really differently to alcohol so what if drunk!reader would say something mean? or they would say something that hurted them in thier relationship??

example - you made me think about x and I cried I hate you for that but I can't say it to you sober or I never forgave you for what you did that day

(I hope you get what i mean)

if the trope interested you in any was could you write it? any character with reader (could the fandom be bsd please) thank you very much in advance hope you have a great day!!

THIS IS SO INTERESTING! sorry I only did a one shot for chuuya! but willing to do this prompt again with some one else! I did give it a some what happy ending! Remember communication is key

Tw: drinking

Mean drunk reader!

"Why must you buy me"

chuuya

He was late again but you should have known, he was late every day for the past three months. Clearly you where no longer good enough for chuuya. He use to ditch work for you, but now he no longer even spent time with you unless you stayed up until 2:00am. Even then it was a quick hello and goodnight. These thoughts of not being good enough had gotten to you and you found your way to one of his many bottles of wine. One glass turned into two, two became three and so on until you where drunk out of your mind. You looked up at the clock 1:00am.... You could hear the door opening and low and behold it was none other then your boy friend Chuuya with flowers?

"Doll? you're awake?" his eyes widened with surprise, you would usually have been asleep by this time. "Clearly! fucking idiot" the pure venom that left your mouth had taken Chuuya aback. "I was going to give these to you in the morning but I guess if you are awake now, here for you" he had gotten the most beautiful flowers, the best money could buy. "Stop it..." pure rage was plastered on your face.

"stop what..." you usually would have felt bad saying this to Chuuya but it had been on your mind lately and the alcohol deep into your system wasn't helping either. "Stop trying to buy me! You don't even look at me and you have the audacity to try and buy me! You are fucking stupid! No wonder Dazai left" you looked dead into his eyes and had another sip of your drink. Chuuya could clearly see you where drunk out of your mind but still those works cut deep into his heart. He didn't even take another look at you before he left your shared house and went to go stay some where else.

The next morning you woke up with a horrible hang over. Getting up to get a glass of water you remembered last night.

"Fuck!" you tried calling him and texting. No reply...

He was clearly pissed I mean you did bring up Dazai to him...

"One last call..."

*beep*beep*beep*

"The fuck you want s/o" he never called you by your name...fuck "Chuuya... I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to say that!" "Did you mean what you said...?" you could hear only pure silence. "Only that I feel that you are buying me...Chuu I love you so much...I have been missing you so much, I didn't mean to take my anger out on you, you where being nothing but nice and yet I said some horrible things too you! I understand if you don't forgive me, but please I will do any thing to make it up to you-"

"You hurt me, I'm not going to sugar coat it, you where a bitch last night but I can see where you are coming from, I had been feeling horrible for not being able to spend time with you. I forgive you under a few circumstances, drinking is to be monitored and that you express how you are feeling with me, but I am also sorry for not being home much, it wasn't fair on you at all... I'm sorry doll... I love you doll"

"I love you Chuu"

#chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader

[chuuyasthetic]

♡𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 ♡

 ⚠️ nsfw! don't block/report if u don't like u can just skip it.

⚠️ slight nsfw, smut, stalking, blood, twisted elements, dirty-talking, curse words. 

 ⚠️ pls don't take it too seriously! this is just a fanfic and isn't mean to insult anyone or any characters. ^^ (no hate).

♡ Head cannons hehe:

☪☾ phone:

 • Chuuya is completely in love with you. Whenever he's on a day off, he would take his phone with him and following you everywhere. As you are unaware and always turning the Location service on, he can easily track wherever u go to watch u and plot his next moves.

 • He has his phone with him -> might take photos of u from far away.

But don't worry, he loves you. He won't take photos of u when u're making bad faces or being in your messy state

. Filled with love and skills, with aesthetic instagram filters, Chuuya will hide himself at the best hidden angles and take the most captivating moments of you.

 • Sometimes, in his phone gallery, when he runs out of 5G he looks at pictures of you to get time to fly away quicker.

☪☾ drinking wine habits:

 • Chuuya, especially when he's drunk, he would go insane for u. Might slurp down lots of wine and go to the bar just to see you in your short skirt. Might take a peek to see what you have beneath your miniskirt. He likes to look at you with thirsty eyes, particularly when the alcohol is taking control of him.

☪☾ Chuu Chuu's bed time :3

 • Daydreams about fucking you hard while lying on his bed, imagining how cute you'll look crying while he pins u onto the sheets (his imagination).

 • Chuuya likes to wear translucent stockings and lacy lingerie to bed. He might toss and turned into seductive and suggestive sleep positions while having thoughts about u.

☪☾ your bed time O_O

• as a mafia with experience, this yandere Chuuya knows your home address, as well as the exact structure of your house, the rooms, and the items in it.

• After a hard day's work, all you do now is relax taking a hot bath/shower at night before bed time.

Oh well...you might not know but in the still darkness outside your window, somebody...some redhead with short height... or should I say, Chuuya, is watching you out there.

Oh.

So you think having a high window will make no one able to reach up to it?

So you've never thought of his ability of gravity manipulation? How he might stay on the walls like a demon watching you?

Every time you remove a piece of clothing, he gets turned on more.

He licks his own lips while looking at you drop the last pieces of lingerie, as then stare attentively at your body when you bathe with extreme lust.

• Might take photos, record and make edits out of u. Don't worry... he won't post them. He just wants you to himself.

- - - - - - - The best part now -> -> ->

Fem Y/N:

-> As you sleep, Chuuya slowly takes off your clothing. One by one, he undresses you, taking off every piece of clothing you have slowly, making sure you don't wake up.

-> Gives you anesthesia: this will keep you asleep for long enough...

-> After making sure you won't wake up until morning, he starts to love bite your neck hard, leaving lots of bruises on it.

-> Fully undressing you in your sleep, he sits on top of you to give your inner thighs a rough massage. His fingers were extremely hard on you, going at a fast and vigorous pace, moving up to your sensitive area.

-> Licks you at (you know what). He likes to use his fingers to play with your (...) in a vigorous way.

-> "Little kitty has a pink wet pussy. How cute~", whispers in a sexy deep raspy voice.

-> Chuuya likes to explore your (you know what) with his tongue. Even though you're unaware of what's going on, don't you think that's a nice feeling? The warming, wet, soft sensation his tongue created inside you.

-> Bites your thighs.

-> He likes to nibble slightly on your n!pples. Enjoys fondling your chest like a hungry baby being breast-feeded.

For male Y/N:

->

-> As you sleep, Chuuya slowly takes off your clothing. One by one, he undresses you, taking off every piece of clothing you have slowly, making sure you don't wake up.

-> Gives you anesthesia: this will keep you asleep for long enough...

-> After making sure you won't wake up until morning, he starts to love bite your neck hard, leaving lots of bruises on it.

-> Fully undressing you in your sleep, he sits on top of you to give your inner thighs a rough massage. His fingers were extremely hard on you, going at a fast and vigorous pace, moving up to your 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙖 (uh oh).

-> "You've got such a long dick, sweetie.", his raspy sexy deep voice in the still darkness whispered.

-> Licks you at (you know what). He likes to use his fingers to play with your 'banana' vigorously, but make sure not to hurt you.

-> Chuuya licks your (...) then started to suck on it. First, he's gentle but then he'll go extremely rough. He just loves to suck dick, but only when the dick is yours.

-> (Oh my) The redhead is obsessed with your dick. He swallows all of your precious cum, as he thinks it tastes sweet like the candy he likes.

-> He likes to think of you as a delicious banana ice cream.

-> Kissing your collarbone.

𝓗𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰.

U woke up. You couldn't stop blushing at the sight of your naked body when you woke up. You wonder, where does the bruises and hickeys came from.

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!

#anime #smut #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #yandere #lgbtq #stalker #y/n

[godshitgirl]

Nothing on my mind except Chuuya with depression who gets some help from an expert in that field (dazai🙄)

It starts simple. Dazai and Chuuya often meet at an underground bar to have a drink together. It's the one time they can talk to each other peacefully, no need for their constant bickering and attacks, here they can actually be civilized.

Chuuya doesn't notice it at first. All he knows is that as of late, he hasn't really been in the mood. Jobs that he would finish in a heartbeat suddenly become such a burden. Things he used to love like music and wine are all but fuzzy memories, he doesn't feel anything for them now. He's always tired, and he's never tired. Chuuya would never admit when he wants to hit the hay. As long as the boss needed him, he was there.

He comes in late for his and Dazai's biweekly meetings. Dazai can already tell the other is in distress. His once so strong appearance that he accomplished with so much effort seemed improvised, shirt undone by three top buttons, jacket hanging by his arm, no vest, hair in disarray, it was barely like Chuuya anymore.

"What's wrong, Slug? You win a hobo costume contest or something?" Dazai tried to tease, to lighten the mood.

"Shut up, fish for brains, m' not in the mood." Chuuya says begrudgingly as he takes a seat one stool away from Dazai, like he always did.

"Oh? Do tell," Dazai slid a glass of shiny brown liquid and three floating ice cubes to his ex partner, who took it without a word.

"None of your goddamn business, Mackerel." Chuuya was grumpy, cranky even, at Dazai's poor attempt at comforting him.

"Aw, c'mon, Chuu! This is Lupin we're in! What's the point of this place still standing if we don't share anything and everything in it?"

Chuuya sighed a short "fine" and opened up.

"I've just been so tired lately." He said.

"Oh? Mori giving you trouble?"

"Nah, the workload's just as much as before, I checked. It just...feels like more than I can carry, y'know?"

"Well, maybe you should take a break," Dazai said in a cheerful tone. "I know a couple of islands you could visit for a vacation. They've got wine and music and probably some tacky hats if you feel like i-"

"That's the thing, I'm not in the mood to take a break. Or do the things I want. They just....don't seem that appealing anymore. And even if I do take some time off, what if the boss needs me? I can't just let go of that responsibility."

By now Chuuya has had one too many drinks than he can handle in this state, and by that I mean he's only had one, the one Dazai gave him. Already he was looking even worse. Dazai figured it was time for him to go home.

Usually when Chuuya was drunk and Dazai was the poor soul who had to take him home to safety, he would be met with countless insults and "I'm not drunk"s or "one last drink"s. But this time, Chuuya didn't resist a bit. He groggily got off the stool, greeted the bartender, took his coat and walked out silently with Dazai. It's a feeling the latter definitely wasn't used to.

They got to Chuuya's apartment, a luxurious suite at the top of a 30+ story condo that had a bigger bedroom than Dazai's entire home, and the brunette laid his friend down on the couch. Once he knew he was comfortable he slid down to sit on the floor with his back leaning on the couch, staying close to watch his friend. It wasn't the first time he'd done this, and it won't be the last.

"Dazai?"

"Yeah?"

"You get feelings like this too, right?"

"All the time, buddy. Why?"

"I was worried about that. Do you...have any tips on...how to deal with it?"

Dazai paused for a second.

"Have you thought about just...not dealing with it?"

"Can't afford to do that."

"Why not?"

"Well, unlike you, some of us are actually competent assets to our jobs. If I go down the entire Port Mafia will go down too."

"That's not your responsibility."

"It was when you left."

Another long pause. Chuuya was a little out of it, but even he could tell it was too quiet in there.

The silence was so long Chuuya's eyes started to get heavier. His long lashes would flutter up and down as he tried to remain awake. He didn't know why, there was no reason for him to stay away that night...right?

Dazai felt the change in Chuuya's atmosphere even while looking away. As he turned around he saw Chuuya's cute little eyelids flutter like butterflies and his bright blue pupils softening towards slumber.

"Are you going to sleep? Because I can leave if you want." Dazai was quick to get back up on his feet and make his way to the door. However he wasn't quick enough for something to not catch him by the tail of his coat.

"Wait," came a voice. Dazai looked behind him. Chuuya had pulled himself out of the couch just to reach him. His hand gripped on lightly to his coat yet it was probably all the strength he could muster.

"Could you...stay here for a little while?" He asked bashfully. They weren't little kids anymore, asking a guy to stay the night means something now.

Dazai's face went from confused to soft and reassuring. "Sure, Shrimp." He said as he made his way back to the couch. "Since Chuuya needs me so much, I guess I can stay."

"All I need you for is to repel any mice or rats that come in here. Your fishy scent will drive them away."

"Oh my! How hurtful! You've really done it now, Chuuya, I'm devastated!"

"Shut up..."

Neither of them know how it happened, but soon enough the two were asleep. Chuuya on the couch, stomach down and face to the side in case he needed to vomit (he didn't) with a hand reaching out. And Dazai leaning against the arm rest of the couch, also slightly on his side, hand almost touching Chuuya's.

#depressed chuuya #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #chuuya #chuuya bsd #dazai #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #dazai bsd #soukoku #soukoku fanfic #soukoku fanfiction #bsd #bungou stray dogs #fanfiction #fluff

[bbgthoma]

— THEIR REACTION TO SOMEONE FLIRTING WITH YOU bungo stray dogs men x gn!reader

ft. chuuya nakahara, nikolai gogol, sigma, fyodor dostoevsky, ranpo edogawa

cw. pda, insecurities, getting flirted with while being drunk

a/n. you aren’t dating yet in any of the scenarios. (f/d) means fav dessert, (f/b) means fav beverage.

— CHUUYA NAKAHARA

chuuya never was able to tell you that he does, but he has feelings for him. he might sound like a cocky bitch, but in reality, he’s pretty insecure. he feels like he’s never good enough and that this is why everyone keeps either way betraying him or leaving him behind. he fears confessing his feelings to you fearing rejection, betrayal and abandonment.

at the very moment, you were taking a stroll together. while you had your attention focus on your own steps, chuuya was staring at you. your face is a beautiful view to him. feeling like someone was staring at you, you look up to chuuya to catch this one staring. he immediately turns red and looks away embarrassed making you chuckle. “you good chuuya?” you asked in a teasing tone. “yes” the flustered ginger replies. “mhm, alright” you reply with a smile.

all of this made you lose track of your steps as you walk on your opened shoe tie about to fall, but someone catches you before you do. you slowly blink in shock of what just happened then look up at the person who stopped you from falling. there, you make eye contacts with brown haired guy with grey eyes. he chuckles saying “falling for me?” which makes you blush. “what- no, i-” you replied in shock.

you felt someone pulling you away from the guy, so you look try to look behind yourself to see no one else than chuuya. “no because we’re dating” the ginger said giving a glare to the guy who was flirting with you. the guy blinks slowly to then open his mouth to say something but nothing could come of it. he clears his throat to then say “sorry” he says as he walks away.

“yeah you better be!” chuuya scoffs pretty pissed off. he then lets go of you rolling his eyes, then he looks at your shocked expression. “what?” he asked annoyed. “nothing, just- since when did you become my boyfriend?” you ask in total shock. the guy’s eyes widen. “fuck” he mumbles to himself turning completely. “uh… it was just an excuse for him to leave you alone…” chuuya then says awkwardly smiling.

“chuuya” you say to catch his attention. he snaps out of his thoughts and immediately looks at you. “do you have feelings for me?” you ask crossing your arms. “uh? what? i mean- you do are absolutely gorgeous, hot, funny, kind, talented, admiring, pretty, stunning and any other compliments existing in this world buttt…” he said as he makes an eye contact with you. he keeps getting the t of the word ‘but’ going feeling intimidated by your stare. it was pretty, yes, but it was also intimidating. he gives up on trying to lie and ends up saying “yes”

you chuckle at his disappointed reaction as he sighs. “chuu” you say to once again catch his attention. “i like you too” you say with a smile. “what?” he asks in shock. “i like you t-” you repeat yourself, but you get cut off by chuuya’s kiss. your eyes widened as the guy kisses you more deeply. he had to get on his tippie toes to reach you so you end up kissing back leaning over so he could lower down.

— NIKOLAI GOGOL

you are someone really smart, you can find the answers to every quiz you get asked, which is also why nikolai, as someone who loves quizzes, started getting interested in you. he loves how confident you are when he tells you that he got a new quiz for you. he doesn’t even realize it, but he gets jealous when you try feel the same way about someone defying you with a quiz.

right now, nikolai and you were at a café and you were trying to respond one of his quizzes. “this is harder than usual” you say as you put your hands together in a thinking position. “are you saying that you give up?” nikolai asks with sparkles in the eyes. “of course not” you reply amused. you re-read the question licking your lip in total concentration, when a server comes.

“your order?” this one asks. “oh” said getting your attention taken away from quiz. “mhm a (f/d) and (f/b)” you say with a smile. “i’ll take the same thing” nikolai said getting impatient. he wanted you to focus on your quiz. “noted” the server says with a smile. “oh and by the way, i love your hoodie, where did you buy it?” the server asks as nikolai licks his lip in annoyance.

“oh, my friend gave this so me so i don’t really know where. sorry” you replied with an awkward smile. “oh, it’s alright then” this one replied with a smile. “though, i love your necklace” you said with a smile getting nikolai mad. he was getting on his last nerve and was trying to remain calm. “thank you!” the server said with a smile. another server tells this one “mia, keep on with your job or boss will get mad”

“sorry mike” mia replies bowing down to him in an apologetic way. before she could leave, “my name’s (y/n) by the way!” you say with a smile. “nice to meet you (y/n)! see you in a while” she says walking away. “what a nice girl” you said with a smile as you look at nikolai.

he lets out a ‘tsk’ then says “yeah whatever, now hurry up and find the answer” he says annoyed. you slowly blink shocked of his unusual attitude. “niko” you say catching his attention. “what?” he asks impatiently. “are you jealous?” you ask amused. “what? no i’m not” he replies confused of why you would even ask this. you chuckle then say “nikolai” and he looks you annoyed.

“what’s so funny?” he asked confused and pissed off. “nothing, just the fact that you don’t realize your own emotions and feelings” you say with a smile. “what do you mean?” he asks not understanding what you’re trying to tell him. you sigh and say “lean closer” and he does as you say. he leans closer to you and you place a little kiss on his lip. his eyes widen as you back away saying “how did that make you feel?”

“is this a quiz?” he asked and you shrug. “i guess?” you reply unsure if this can be considered as a quiz. “oh. okay fine, i’ll solve it. butttt, you have to solve mine after i’m done” he replies with a smirk. “that’s what i was planning to do” you reply with a shrug. he says “so, i have to say how i felt about our lips touching?”

you chuckle at the way he describes a kiss. “yes, if you wanna put it that way” you say nodding. “mhm, so uh- it was too shor. if i’m to be honest, i think it should have had lasted longer. and i feel like there was something missing. it was so sudden that it took my breathe away for the whole time of that short kiss. for some reason, my heart started racing too. i don’t know, i never felt this way. was it fear? what could i possibly be scared of? and i also felt my cheeks heating up a little” he responded unsure of the reasoning of anything he said.

“mhm… say niko. do you know what’s love?” you asked trying to get him closer to the answer. “yeah, the feeling that people have for someone they appreciate, admire, find attractive, find fun and good to hang out with. they feel attached to them as a comfort person. and that’s all i know” he says with a shrug. “love is so complicated, i’ll never understand it” he says as he sighs. “how do you feel about me?” you ask this time. he doesn’t answer thinking of his answer as he makes a ‘o’ with his mouth.

“are you trying to say that i feelings for you?” he asks finally understanding your thoughts. “took you long enough. well. for a quiz genius” you said amused. “am i though? oh my god. i’m in love with you” he says sounding like someone who just found out they’re homosexual. you chuckle and say “love is a strong is a strong word niko, maybe you just like me” then you smile. “no no no, (y/n)” he said putting his hands on your shoulders. “i am in love with you” he says staring into your eyes.

— SIGMA

you often came to sigma’s casino and you eventually grew closer to him. you are his favorite and most appreciative guest. whenever you are losing at a game, he always tries to help you out with it so you can get better. he would even sometimes cheat as a host to make you win. before he could even realize what was going on, anyone else could tell he was simply in love with you.

at the moment, you were drinking playing a game with sigma hosting it. you were getting pretty drunk and the one you were playing against was losing. taking advantage of your drunkess, he tries to try it on you. “say, are you single?” he asks with a smirk. you hiccup saying “yep” which makes him chuckle. “someone with a pretty face like yours should be having a lover though. how about we put on a bet? if i win, we start dating” he says on a flirty tone.

before you could even answer, sigma says “i think it’s preferable to not put on bets like that with someone drunk” which makes both your attention and your adversary’s get put on sigma. “why do you care?” the blond haired asked raising his brow. “you’re just a host, so don’t go ruining bets. unless you want to date that beauty too. oh, how about we put this way, if i win, i get to win i‘m the one dating them and if…” he said but went quiet not knowing your name. “(y/n)” you reply as he nods. “and if (y/n) wins, you get to date them. how you like that?”

“i cannot acce-” sigma started but was cut off by you saying “deal”. sigma looks at you worriedly. “come on sigma, and this would help the rumors out. you know that everyone thinks you have feelings for (y/n)?” this one asked with a smirk. sigma just keeps quiet continuing along with the game. “oh depending on who gets to be the boyfriend, we get to kiss too” the blond haired adds up amused.

sigma sighs trying to remain calm as the game gets going. in a few moment it made it look like the guy was gonna win, which made sigma worried and jealous, but in the end, you end up winning. “TAKE THAT FUCKER!” you yell out of joy as you drink up the last ml of your bottle. you put it down on the table so brutally that sigma swore it was gonna break. the blond haired rolls his eyes annoyed then says “kiss (y/n), i don’t care”

sigma blushes, he forgot about the kiss part. “i guess your cute ass is my boyfriend now” you said obviously drunk as you chuckle. sigma gulp and says “y-yeah” as he stares at you approaching him. you place a soft kiss on his lips making his heart race. his cheeks burn up as he finds it hard to breathe.

— FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

fyodor is a cocky guy, he doesn’t believe being inferior to anyone, which is why he isn’t the jealous type. if he wants something, he’ll get it and you can’t easily take if away from him. he also doesn’t show any affection or dependance to anyone, he thinks he’s better on his own. even though, these times he’s find himself getting a little to interested with you.

today was fyodor’s birthday and you bought him a gift. you were both at a park as he opening his gift. he opens it up to see a hat. “i hope you like this” you say awkwardly. he just stares at the hat quietly. “uh. it’s because like- you know. you seem very interested into your current hat, so i thought you like hats and uh…” you said trying to explain the reasoning of this gift. he takes off his hat and puts it on for you, then he grabs the one you bought for him and puts it on. he smiles and you blush at the idea of him letting you wear his hat.

fyodor lets no one wear his hat nor touch it. he is too attached to it for some reason. suddenly, someone taps your shoulder. “excuse me, is this yours?” they ask showing you a key. you touch your pockets to notice that your keys were gone. “yes, oh my god, thank you” you said sighing on relief. “no problem” the black haired girl said with smile.

“i like your necklace by the way” she says staring at your chest. “oh, thank you” you say with a smile. “no problem. my name is nina” she says with a smile. “nice to meet you nina. i’m (y/n) and this is fyodor” you say as you smile to the birthday boy. his only respond was “yeah, we’re dating” which left you in shock. “oh, well you look like a lovely couple” nina says with a bright smile. “a pretty couple. specially pretty from you” she says winking at you. “oh thank you!” you said with a smile. she looks at the time saying “gotta go! bye!” she said as she left.

“since when are we dating?” you asked confused and shocked. “since now” he said as he leaned over to kiss your lips making you blush.

— RANPO EDOGAWA

ranpo and you went to a candy shop to buy some sweets since your friend loves snacks. “ranpo, this is enough. you’ll get diabetes” you said which upset the brown haired. he pouted for a bit but ended up sighing and saying “fine”. you smile as you both walk up to the cashier to pay for the sweets.

he scanned all of the products as ranpo started looking for his pocket to pay up. while waiting, the cashier stares at you to then say “you’re the person of my dream” which makes ranpo look up at him, no longer looking for his wallet. “what?” you asked while blushing which make ranpo lick his bottom lip.

“sorry” he says shaking his head. “i meant it that way. i meant to say that i saw you in my dream” he says correcting his words. “oh, what were we doing?” you ask curiously. he stays quiet. “i…” he starts not being able to say anything else. ranpo gives him a cold glare which makes him gulp. “sorry, i even got your boyfriend mad” he says looking down.

“my boyfriend-? ranpo isn’t my boyfriend. and he isn’t ma-” you start to then shut up noticing how mad he looked. your mouth shaped into an ‘o’. ranpo pulls out his card and pays up for the sweets. he grabs the plastic bag and pulls you out of the shop along with him.

“ranpo. what was that?” you asked shocked. “nothing” he grumbled annoyed while looking down. “ranpo” you said as he looks up to you. “what?” he asks sighing. “did you get jealous?” you ask raising your brows. he stays quiet. “oh my god. you got jealous” you say amused. “(y/n), do you even know why he stood quiet? that fucking pervert dreamed about fucking you” ranpo says annoyed.

“oh. still proving my point” you say shrugging. he rolls his eyes making you chuckle. you lean over to kiss lip then get slightly away saying “don’t worry, i’m yours” which makes him turn red.

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[fillinforlater]

Monday of Appreciation: Part 63

Hello everyone, Smite here.

I have no fancy words for the beginning so let's just say ya'll cute and start with the fics!

Update: fic soon ;)

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@lustspren: Erinyes ft. Ryujin, Ningning, Winter

The absolute winner. (The OC in the fic? The fic itself? Lustspren? Who knows...). I usually hesitate to read fics this long, but dammit, it was so worth it. The liquor pours in ridiculous amounts and I seem to get drunk along the way. Everyone is horny and it's contagious. Fucking loved it!

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@thelibrarian69: [Redacted] ft. Giselle

Another aespa idol, very underrated imo. Those Giselle pictures were deadly and @thelibrarian69 summed it up simply and nicely and dammit now I wanna bang her too. Very good one.

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@writerpeach: Morning Mating ft. Yujin

Peach. Yujin. Daddy kink. Already sounds like a classic, doesn't it?

Well, it is.

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@akibaadmirer: FUCK BBC ft. Chuu (TW)

The title says it all. Warning: very, very much non-con.

Also: nice to see you, Akiba. Sadly, the circumstances are... arg

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@maemisnippets: From Commis Chef ft. Jisun (fluff)

To balance out Akiba's fic, maybe take a look at the Masterlist of our dear Maemi, with all the cuddly goodness you need after a rough week. The dispenser of FEEL GOOD (where can I insert my coins?)

Fuck, she is hella hot

See you all next time (or when I post the next fic, hehe)

#kpop smut #mondayofappreciation #izone smut #yujin smut #ive smut #fromis fluff #jisun fluff #chuu smut #loona smut #fuc4 bbc #aespa smut #ryujin smut #itzy smut #giselle smut #winter smut #ningning smut #girl group smut #female idol smut

[itzynabi]

duran-duran

summary: in which eve talks with her members

set: 20 nov 2023

word count: 1.4k

warnings: mention of food and being drunk; crying

an: hi hi hi. not really cute and fun but also kinda cute and fun. this takes place after this. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

eve’s masterlist

Eve walked into the apartment, hearing the soft voices of her members as they got ready. For duran duran. The one she initiated.

Yuna looked up when she noticed her. “You’re home early,” she commented, looking at the clock on the wall. “Doesn’t it take longer to drive here from Chuu-nim’s house?”

“That’s when there’s traffic,” Eve said, walking into the living room, “but everybody was at home tonight, so it was quick.”

Chaeryeong nodded. “Well, we’re ready for you.”

Eve hummed, picking up one of the trinkets on the kitchen counter. “Well, you see… the problem with that…”

“Since you’ve had time to think, you don’t want to do duran-duran anymore?” Yeji guessed, sitting down on one of the couches. She crossed her legs, putting a bowl of popcorn in her lap.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Eve agreed.

Ryujin patted the spot on the couch next to her. She was sitting on the one against the living room wall. “Come here, unnie,” she singsonged.

Eve dragged her feet as she walked over to Ryujin and watched as Chaeryeong and Yuna sat on the couch with Yeji.

“I don’t wanna say it now,” Eve whined, accepting the bowl of popcorn that Yuna passed her.

“Then let’s watch a movie and you can just blurt it out,” Yeji suggested, everyone agreeing with her. They debated what movie to watch, all wanting something different. Chaeryeong suggested they do the ladder game to decide who would choose the movie that they would watch.

Eve watched as Chaeryeong drew the lines for the game on a stray piece of paper she found. “I’m gonna leave the company,” she said softly.

Due to how quietly she spoke, Ryujin was the only one who heard her, the other members focused on watching to make sure Chaeryeong didn’t cheat.

“You’re leaving the company?” Ryujin exclaimed in shock, causing the other members to abandon the game and look at Eve.

Yuna was the first out of the three to speak up, “What?”

“Well, I’m not leaving, like, tomorrow,” Eve quickly clarified, “but I’m thinking about it.” The room was filled in silence as everyone registered what Eve said. “You see, this is why I had talked myself out of doing duran-duran, because I knew it would get tense, and weird, and… awkward, and… not fun,” she said. When her members still didn’t say anything she tried again, “Have you seen the goat video? It’s the most hila–”

“You want to leave the company?” Chaeryeong asked, her voice soft. She turned around fully so that she was facing her oldest member.

Eve sighed defeatedly. “Yeah. I do. I had known for a while, but… tonight was the first time I ever… said it outloud.”

“What made you…?” She trailed off, not knowing how to finish the question.

Eve fiddled with her fingers in her lap, looking down at them. “Um, I was with Jiwoo and we were talking, and then I disassociated, and then I came back, and then I just kind of… asked her about when she left her company. And how she knew it was the time, how she made that jump, how she… did it. And she asked me if I wanted to and I… admitted it. For the first time. I mean, when I did the variety show with Hyoyeon unnie, I did say that sometimes, when things were super, duper hard, I’d dream of retiring, but I didn’t want to retire. So…”

The room was still quiet, making Eve uneasy. “I don’t… I don’t hate ITZY or anything,” she explained, trying to fill the silence, “I just.. I’m tired. It isn’t a reflection of my feelings towards you guys or the group or anything like–”

“Unnie,” Yeji stopped Eve’s ramblings, “if you think leaving the company will make you happy… then you should leave the company. I’m not saying this to… I’m not saying this because I want you to leave, I just want you to be happy,” she said, tearing up. “I mean, we all know how overworked you are by the company. You’re literally preparing for a solo comeback at the same time as ours.”

“It would be selfish of us to tell you not to go,” Ryujin added, wiping a stray tear that was on Eve’s cheek. “You are so emotional lately,” she wetly chuckled.

Eve sniffled. “Yeah, I think it’s the sleep deprivation. But I don’t want to not be in ITZY.”

Yuna passed around a box of tissues to each of the members. “Just because you leave the company, doesn’t mean you’ll leave ITZY. You’ll always be our oldest maknae,” she joked, hoping to make Eve laugh.

Eve giggled, wiping her cheeks. “Thanks. I have to get a lawyer. And an apartment. And I have to tell Ari unnie that we won’t work together anymore.” She sighed. “This is not fun,” she complained.

“Unnie, we’ll be there to support you through everything,” Chaeryeong said through her tears, “the same way you support us, okay?”

Eve pouted, watching as all of her members started crying. “Thanks, guys. I love you. Thanks for always sticking by me and being so cool.”

“You’re not drunk, why are you being so sappy?” Ryujin asked, joking about how Eve voices her gratitude when drunk.

“Because I love you, guys,” she whined.

Later, when the members had calmed themselves down, they put on a movie and ate their popcorn.

“When you go apartment hunting, can we go with you?” Yuna asked.

“We have to go with unnie,” Ryujin said, “we need to make sure she picks an apartment with rooms for us,” she teased, giggling when Eve threw popcorn at her.

“You can go apartment hunting with me,” Eve said. “I’ll need a second opinion with me.”

Yeji looked away from the screen. “How will you leave? Like, what will the process be like?”

“I’m not really sure,” Eve admitted. “I guess I’ll need an angle first. Like, a reason for wanting to leave, and then I’d need evidence.”

“Would it be evidence against the company or against one person?” Chaeryeong questioned.

“I guess both. I mean, the company will have to explain why it allowed lizard to treat me the way he’s been treating me.”

Ryujin and Yeji shared a look of confusion. “Is ‘lizard’ your new nickname for PD-nim?” The former girl asked, causing Eve to blink repeatedly at her.

“‘Lizard’ is Director Park,” she simply said. “Did I forget to tell you?”

“Tell us what?”

“I think I forgot to tell you,” she muttered. “So, two months ago I found out that PD-nim isn’t the one making me do all of these schedules. Lizard is making him make me do these schedules.”

She explained how she found it odd that everytime she refused to do something, he would look wary instead of angry and would borderline-plead her to listen. After doing some sleuthing — literally just accidentally overhearing a conversation between Director Park and Jinyoung —, she came to the realisation that it wasn’t that Jinyoung wanted to make Eve have a million and one schedules, it’s that he was being forced to. She had already confronted him about it to confirm it, and was proved right.

“I could’ve sworn I told you this already.”

Yeji gasped. “You know how you sometimes talk in your sleep?” She asked Eve, waiting for her to nod before continuing, “A few weeks ago, Lia said she heard you saying ‘loser’ over and over again. Maybe you were telling us in your dream.”

“Speaking of Jisu unnie,” Yuna began, “shouldn’t we tell her?”

“Won’t it stress her out?” Chaeryeong asked.

Eve shook her head. “I know the perfect way to deliver the news.”

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nabi [00:12] i’m leaving the company

nabi [00:12] not today but soon

nabi [00:13] we just had duran-duran about it

nabi [00:13] nothing to be stressed about juj :)

ryu ryu [00:14] she is not lying

jiji [00:15] i can confirm

“Because I told her not to be stressed, she won’t stress,” Eve explained, putting her phone down.

“I don’t think that’s how it works.” Yeji shook her head, also putting her phone down.

Yuna threw some popcorn into her mouth. “When are you going to file to leave the company?”

“Um… I don’t know. I just decided that I’d leave, like, two seconds ago.” Eve chuckled. “I’ll need to talk about it with a lawyer, see how long everything goes, but… Yeah.”

The girls nodded, accepting that answer and focusing again on the TV. They got distracted not even five seconds later by the thought of Eve buying an apartment for herself, and spent almost an hour looking at apartments that were on sale online until they fell asleep in the living room.

an: my family i love them so muchhhhhh

tagging: @seolboba // @ateezivy // @ateezjuliet // @cafemilk-tea // @smh-anon // @alixnsuperstxr // @cosmicwintr // @girlzwfun // @txt-yaomi // @moongrlz

©️ kim nabi

#ficnetfairy #itzy 6th member #itzy sixth member #itzy oc #itzy addition #itzy added member #itzy extra member #itzy member au #itzy imagines #kpop oc #kpop addition #kpop added member #kpop extra member #kpop au #kpop imagines

[tachiharazsstuff]

“ maybe in another universe i noticed the pain u were in.” Tw: suicide,alcohol,death,swearing,angst,hinted love? ( FIRST FANFIC REVIEW WOULD BE APPRECIATED TY!!!💖)

Chúya nakaharas pov:

dazai forced me to meet up with him in the middle of the city, i know he likes the city we always used to go their when we where 15.. *ding*

dazai: chuuya are u here yet!?

Me: mhm i dont see you?

“Boo!!” “ omg what the fuck dazai! Dont ever do that again u piece of shit!!!” I yell at him but not too loud to make everyone on the streets turn their heads. “ missed ya chuu did ya miss me??” “No.” “ you never do do you..?” “Yeah.” I say with no shame its not like dazai ever cares what people think about him.. thats one thing i like about him. “… anways!! Im thinking about going too a bar wanna go?” dazai says with a burst of energy, i dont know how hes so energtic its 12pm right now. “Mhm lets go.”

*30 minutes later*

We arrive at the lupin bar. I know this place. He knows this place. “ isnt this the place you used to go with oda-“ “ 3 bottles of vodka please sir!!” dazai says with a loud ass cheer.. “how does he always stay fucking happy” i think to myself.

“ what do u want chuu?” “ dont call me chuu and id like one cup of wine please.” The bartender nods and arrives with our drinks in under ten seconds which was quick..

“Hows the mafia goin?” dazai says “ its going okay i guess aktugawa is improving every day.” “ are u sure about that?” Dazai says while snickering “ one thing ive realized ever since you met him you always find a way to bring him down whys that?” I say with a hint of anger in my tone “…” silence. Hes fucking silent! “ be like that then.. just know im a better sensei and a better executive then you. Your a loner shit bag that does nothing but drink and commit suicide.. just know ur worthless” i ramble on.. i get defensive when someone thinks aktugawa lacks intelligence or lacks strength why?

*ten minute time skip*

dazais hella drunk and hes babbling but i hear one of his sentences very clearly.. “i hope one day one of my attempts work.” He says while babbling theirs a dead look in his eyes.. “i feel bad i should take him home” i say to the bartender and pay the bill and order dazai a cab and send him off.. i watch as his taxi drives off thinking what did he mean by that?

*3 days later*

Been fucking three days a no reply from dazai where is this shit bag. I have a spare key to his apartment and i decide to head over to yell at his useless ass. I open the door and take my shoes off respectfully even tho i hate his ass id never be mean unless he did something to piss me off. “Dazai!!!” I shout theirs no reply other then an echo. “ DAZAIII!!” No reply again.. i look around the apartment and find his room as i twist the knob slowly and open the door the sight i see is truley horrific.

#bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x dazai #bsd fanart #dazai osamu #jealous chuuya #anime and manga #bungo stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs x reader

[chuuya-nakaharapm]

What would you say to my three year old eight,when I babysit her she says you are her boyfriend . She calls him chuu-chuu and hubby and when I tell her “bro don’t even know you exist-your an eight year old and he’s twenty-two” she cries and says you are married so I’m very confused on what your situation is 😕

What the fuck? Are you drunk or something? First off, I don't tend to be around kids often, and second I'm not married, I dont even have a girlfriend or anything. What situation? Is this a joke? Did shitzai put you up to this?

#ooc in tags #chuuya youre gay dont deny it

[darkleysgarden]

You Again?

I don't ship skk, but I wrote this anyway.

It's angst

WARNINGS: past child abuse, self-harm, drinking, dazai typical suicide references

1.7k words

I don't feel too fancy about this. Idk, man.

Chuuya could not believe his eyes.

When he entered a random bar to try a wine they had, he noticed someone recognizable sitting there.

It wasn't just anyone, there sat Osamu Dazai. His ex-partner. His ex-boyfriend.

He ran up to the man, grabbing his shoulders and twisting him around to face him on the barstool. "What the fuck are you doing here, shitty Dazai?"

"Chibi?" Dazai was clearly shocked but hid it with his mask. Chuuya could always see through the mask.

"It has been four years and you are still calling me that, huh?" Chuuya scoffs in disbelief.

"How come you're here?" Dazai questions. It's then that Chuuya notices that Dazai is drunk. Chuuya has always been able to read that man like a book.

"This bar has an antique wine I'd like to try," He says smoothly. "How about you? Why are you here, Mr. Ex-Port Mafia Executive?"

"That's none of your business, slug," Dazai says, crossing his arms and closing his eyes.

Chuuya tries not to get overly angry. Seeing Dazai here tonight brings back horrible memories. The time Dazai spent in the Port Mafia was hell for him, it was for both of them. But a selfish part of Chuuya hates that Dazai left him behind. No call, no text, no words. Just a blown-up car.

"Do you even know what you caused after you left?" Chuuya clenched his fists. He'd been holding everything in for years.

"Not at all!" Dazai smiled. Chuuya saw no emotions behind his smile.

"Mori was mad," Dazai flinched at Chuuya's words.

"For weeks, months, he hated me," Chuuya yelled out. "He blamed me for you leaving like he wasn't the one who drove you out. He treated me horribly. Ane-san tried to reason with Mori, but it was horrible."

"Don't you know why I left, Chuuya?" Dazai yelled back. Dazai wasn't being reasonable anymore. Chuuya knew he would have been burying these memories for years. Chuuya was digging all of his trauma back up.

"Sorry, gentlemen," A man, a worker, walked up to them. "You are kind of causing a ruckus. Would you please step out?" He spoke cautiously like he was scared to upset them.

"Yes, of course," Chuuya said, grabbing Dazai's arm and dragging him outside.

It was raining outside. They were stationed in an alley. If Chuuya let his eyes stop stinging and a tear trail down his face, maybe Dazai would not notice.

Chuuya took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before saying what he had been holding in for years. "When we were teenagers, I did whatever I could for you. I pieced you back together every single time he broke you. I let you use me as a distraction. I did my best to help you. Then one day I woke up only to notice you were gone. And you never once came back. For four years I had no idea what happened to you. For all I knew, you could have gone through with one of your idiotic suicide attempts and succeeded. But no. Here you are four years later alive and well and you never once cared to reach out to me."

"Chuuya, you know I couldn't reach out to you," Dazai breathed out. Chuuya had started crying and he prayed it wasn't noticeable in the rain.

"If I visited you, Mori would find out, he always finds out," Dazai's voice was filled with fear. "He would have found out and hurt me, he would have hurt you! I didn't want that Chuuya, I didn't want that for either of us!"

"I wouldn't have let him!" Chuuya yelled back. "I would not have let him hurt you or me!"

"Well, you sure never did anything before!" Dazai screamed, a sob cutting through his voice.

Chuuya's heart jumped into his throat. He tried. He couldn't do anything then. He was small and weak. It's different now.

"I- I was too young then!" Chuuya argued. "I wouldn't let him now! Plus, I always did what I could to help in the aftermath! I patched up your bruises, made sure you didn't make any new marks on your arms-"

"It doesn't matter, Chuuya!" Dazai screamed at him, tears rapidly pouring from his eyes. "Oda died. Mori was treating me horribly. There was nothing left for me anymore! Why won't you get that through your thick sku-"

"Because I was there for you!" Silence followed his scream. They were both breathing heavily. Chuuya's hat was soaking wet, and so was the rest of him.

"Not everything is about you, Chuuya!" Dazai groaned. "I want to forget the Mafia. It was traumatic, okay? I was not there by choice. I shouldn't have even lived that long- this long!"

"So, what?" Chuuya stared down at his feet. "Now you just pretend nothing happen, like I was never there for you, like I never existed. You pretend Mori never hurt you. You just dance around happily with your new detective friends, telling them nothing of the past. Well, I know you, Dazai. And that, that is not you."

"I missed you," Dazai sobs. "I was scared, Chuu... I was scared of what he would do to me or even worse, to you. I didn't want you to go through that! I thought if I left you behind, you would forget about me and wouldn't care. It hurt to leave you behind, but it would be worse to let you die by his hands."

"Why would I forget about you?" Chuuya's voice was wobbly from crying. "Dazai, maybe you didn't feel this way about me, but I loved you."

"Well, I still love you, Chuuya."

The rain hit loudly against the buildings around them. The droplets were giant. Chuuya was shivering. It was cold. They should go inside.

"I still love you too, shitty Dazai."

Dazai stepped forward cautiously. Chuuya let him without question.

Dazai placed his head on Chuuya's shoulder. He had to bend down slightly to reach.

Dazai's tears would have wet his clothes, but Chuuya was already soaked. Chuuya's clothes stuck to him from head to toe. He shivered, but Dazai was there to warm him, if slightly.

Chuuya placed his head against Dazai as he cried as well. "Do you want to come back to my place tonight? I can help you get cleaned up."

"I'd like that."

The trip to Chuuya's place wasn't long. Only a few blocks.

Chuuya led Dazai inside and instantly went to work finding clothes for the both of them to change into.

When he made his way back to Dazai, the taller man looked terrible. His eyes were red and puffy, he had dark eyebags, and he was all skin and bones. He hadn't noticed before, consumed by anger, but he looked to be in bad condition. How had nobody noticed?

He threw Dazai a towel and a set of clothes. "The bathrooms right over there, dry off and get changed. I'll get you some fresh bandages, you bandage-waster. Knock on my bedroom door when you're done. I'll be changing too."

Dazai slowly nodded, leaving for the bathroom.

They were very domestic for ex-boyfriends. Chuuya tried to ignore that.

Chuuya made his way into his room. He changed into a more presentable pair of pajamas. Then he went to grab his first aid supplies. Who knew what new scars Dazai had gained in the last four years?

Dazai knocked right as Chuuya finished grabbing everything.

He guided Dazai to sit on his bed. Dazai was now dry, and his eyes looked a bit better. Though, his bandages were still ruined. "Alright, take off your bandages."

He already pulled everything out, but he was beginning to prepare everything better. When he looked up, Dazai hadn't moved.

"Come on, Dazai," He sighed. "Please take off your bandages.

Dazai laughed nervously, "What if I don't want Chibi to see?"

"I've seen it all before," Chuuya said plainly. "I don't mind. I will not judge you."

"It isn't pretty," Dazai said, his eyes unsteady. "I haven't been keeping to our promise very well. I've relapsed." All of what he said, he said quietly.

"It's okay, Dazai," Chuuya says, smiling up at Dazai. "I'm here to help you now. Relapsing is part of recovering. You can't relapse if you never stopped. It means you are trying."

Dazai's eyes scrunched, but he stopped fighting. He began to unravel the bandages on his neck.

On his neck, he had deep permanent bruising, more Reed than anything. It was obvious that he hadn't attempted, at least in that way, recently.

He then removed the bandages covering his arms. Scars littered his arms for many different reasons from many different times.

Dazai had scars from his own hands, he had ones from Mori's abuse, ones from battle. The ones from his own hands went from fully healed scars carved up to ten or so years ago to fresh, red scars that were no more than a day or two old.

Chuuya helped Dazai wrap his neck first, even if he didn't understand it. It was nothing to be ashamed of, it was proof Dazai survived. The obvious show of the scarring being old proved that he survived so much longer than intended. But it always left Chuuya to wonder if he would do the same. If Chuuya had nasty scars would he be ashamed? Would Chuuya wrap them up and hide them from the world?

He then helped Dazai with his arms. First he cleaned the fresh ones. Dazai grimaced in pain as he did so. Then he wrapped his arms in the bandages.

When he finished, Dazai spoke up, "Do you want me to take the couch?"

"No, your sleeping in the bed."

Dazai looked at him curiously, "It's your bed. You should sleep here."

"I don't mind," He stood up, sighing. "You look like you need the rest anyway."

"I don't like to sleep," Dazai admits. "I have nightmares."

Chuuya pauses. "It helps if someone sleeps next to you, right?"

Dazai slowly nods his head in agreement.

"Then we can both have the bed," Chuuya smiled.

They both got settled into the bed. Chuuya was spooning Dazai, which was a bit odd with their height difference, but they made it work.

Chuuya sighed against Dazai's back.

"Is something wrong?"

"No. I'm really happy you're back, Osamu. I'm glad I was wrong. I'm so happy you're still alive."

"I'm happy I got to see you again too, Chuuya."

#fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #soukoku #but platonic #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #angst #suicide #self harm #past child abuse