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men who treat you wasting even a single drop of his cum like a sin. men who replace their cock with their fingers after blowing a massive load into you to stuff his cum in real good as it tries to seep out of your puffy cunt.
men who grab a fistful of your hair and make you lick his cum off of the bedsheets if you even dare to wipe the extra off of your hands.
men who collect the sticky substance on their thumb as it drips down your chin and stuffs his digit into your mouth, ordering you firmly to "suck."
his cum is like a blessing to you, and he makes sure you treat it as so. or he may have to stuff you even more full than you already are <3
TOJI, SUKUNA, gojo, nanami, EREN, LEVI, ryosuke, KEISUKE, DABI, tachihara, DAZAI, chuuya, F Y O D O R, +your favs!!
#jjk x reader#aot x reader#jjk smut#toji smut#sukuna smut#nanami smut#gojo smut#eren smut#levi smut#ryosuke smut#keisuke smut#dabi smut#tachihara smut#dazai smut#chuuya smut#smut#bsd smut#x reader#writers on tumblr#gojo x reader#sukuna x reader#fyodor smut#ranpo smut
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Being (fanfiction) writer be like:
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nostalgic, for nothing [BEAST]
finally able to post the work i did for @skkangstzine! leftover sales are going on until October 10th, which you can find details for here <3
#it was so incredible working with some crazy inspiring artists and writers#and the whole team has created something to be proud of frfr#twas my first zine and wow it set the bar sooo high#pleucas#pleuart#skk#soukoku#bsd#bungo stray dogs#chuuya nakahara#bsd beast#dazai#i guess... Lol he's there#just.... not visible#there were quite a few references/details i shoved into this one#wonder if anyone can catch em all hehe
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husband dazai ! who demands a kiss for everything imaginable. a morning kiss, a goodbye kiss, a night kiss and kiss just because your lonely lips needed his. your lips, cheeks, shoulders and every inch of skin never went a day without feeling a gentle peck there. his favorite spot is your back. if he steals your lipstick, heâs able to leave so many marks as a manifestation of his undying love.
husband dazai ! who has a shrine of you at his desk in the Agency. polaroid photos litter his desk, pinned with thumbtacks as memories of dates and holidays are there to remind him why he bothers workingâfor you. his favorite is the two of you cuddling in your futon, the sheets tangled and the sunlight peeking in through the curtains. itâs so domestic and beautiful and his heart fills with warmth at the sight of it.
husband dazai ! who prefers stay-in movie night dates. while he sets up the illegally pirated movie, you make buttery popcorn that he knows heâll devour later on. while the film goes on, youâll be perched in his lap with his hands either absentmindedly playing with your tummy or thighs. naturally, he makes comments about every part of the movie. itâs just part of his irresistible charm though.
husband dazai ! who feels those shards of doubt and insecurities during the darkest nights. thoughts plague his mind of you finally realizing that heâs a horrible person and that youâll leave him. that youâll crush the heart he gave to you so brutally and tragically in a way that heâll never be able to recover from. on the following days, heâs more distant and quiet. his outer persona he uses for the show of the gleeful and lazy âdazai osamuâ is stripped away to reveal what he really is. a man vying for a genuine bond and guarantee that he wonât ever be alone again.
husband dazai ! who is eventually soothed by your presence and actions. those small promises you moan out when he makes love to you in a fit of desperate need and desire. his usual loud almost exaggerated moans and groans are silenced to whiny sounds that your neck muffles. the red lines your nails dig into his back make a heart in his mind, and the kisses are just as careful yet deliberate. he just wants love. your love. all of it. no matter how selfish, he only wants it for himself.
husband dazai ! who reminds himself everyday of how lucky he was to meet you. had he not, what would he have become? he doesnât know. he couldnât see him living another life without you in it. when you eventually leave his side, heâll leave too with the help of a rope and razor.
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@sinfulthoughtsposts, @briars-castle, @twst-om-lover
#bungou stray dogs#bungou gay dogs#aspiring writer#bsd x reader#chuunai#bungo stray dogs x reader#bsd tag#bsd x gender neutral reader#dazaibsd#dazai x reader#dazai smut#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai osamu#bsd dazai#dazai osamu x reader#bsd fluff#bsd smut#bsd imagines#bsd#bungo stray dogs
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Even after so many years of reading fanfiction, it still amazes me how if you're dissatisfied with the amount (or type) of interactions between the characters, you can always just go and search them up on ao3 to get more and for free.
#fanfiction#if there's nothing: you can always be the first to walk this path#fanfic readers#fanfic writers#ao3#ao3 readers#fandom#haikyuu#atsuhina#kagehina#teen wolf#thiam#iasip#macdennis#stranger things#ronance#bsd#sskk#ranpoe#hannibal#hannigram#supergirl#supercorp#marvel#veddie#symbrock#dc#spn#destiel#Isn't that literally mind-blowing
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SFW & NSFW Headcanons BSD Men
(Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai) MDNI
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Chuuya Nakahara
â˘Wine collection that dates back all the way to the 1920s
â˘Favorite season is fall
â˘Prefers to wear nice almost like dressing shoes
â˘Thinks older models of cars are nicer looking
â˘Would prefer to stay in and cook a nice dinner then eat out
â˘When someone is near his locked office, he'll have you stuff your mouth with his shirt that'll smell like his soft cologne while he fucks your tired pussy
â˘In bed he prefers to tie your hands with a tie he'll usually have around
â˘Around 5.6 inches, more girth than length
â˘Likes to bite your lip while he kisses you when he's going slow with you
â˘Probably has a small whip around in his room that he uses to slap your ass
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Fyodor Dostoesvky
â˘Definitely likes to keep flowers in vases around the house
â˘Likes to watch crime documentaries and criticizes where the person went wrong
â˘Seems like the type to have a small radio while doing some kind of hobby
â˘If he wasn't a psychopath, he'd wear a satchel around to carry his items such as books, personal items, etc.
â˘Likes to sit on public benches in nice areas and read his book or enjoy the scenery
â˘He likes to tie you up and eat your pussy out while he also watches you squirm
â˘Likes to wrap his hands on your hips and hold you down on his dick
â˘Teases you the entire way through it, then degrades you at the same time
â˘Likes to watch you play with yourself while he watches through the hidden cameras around your room
â˘Will have you keep your gaze at him and him only when he's thrusting into you
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Nikolai Gogol
â˘While liking magic tricks, he dosent know that many himself
â˘Most likely has a silver cigarette case even if he dosent smoke, uses it for collected items
â˘Is actually paler than Fyodor, considering he is anemic too. Results to him having a redder nose during winter
â˘Isn't actually white-haired, naturally is a level 9 to 10 blonde, but tried dying his hair very light purple during his teens years, and accidently neutralized it
â˘Has a thing for knitting sweaters
â˘Shows absolutely no mercy when going down on you, would cover your mouth and almost have you suffocate yourself with your own moans
â˘With his ability he would try to tease your inner thighs while he was just next room, but only when you were on a call with someone else
â˘Sucks the soul of your neck collarbone and upper chest, leaves very dark marks that wouldn't leave for the next days or so
â˘Favorite position is classic missionary, because he'll make you think it's vanilla for one night but then flip you over and onto the next position and the next
â˘Likes it when your juices mix with his while he's deep inside of you
#chuuya x reader smut#chuuya x reader#bungou stray dogs chuuya#chuuya nakahara#nikolai x reader smut#bungou stray dogs nikolai#nikolai gogol x reader#nikolai gogol#bsd nikolai#bsd fyodor#fyodor dostoyevsky bsd#fyodor dostoevsky#fyodor x reader smut#fyodor dostoyevsky x reader#fyodor smut#nikolai smut#chuuya smut#bungou stray dogs#bsd headcanons#mdni#ao3 writer
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âUndoubtedly to thought that Dazai loves you. Perhaps even being head over heels for you. With the way he does sweet little specks of gestures to you skin. Caressing your gleaming complexion attentively; or gently nipping to a playful fashion on your feather skin! Hell, don't even start on Dazai's kisses either. The way his lips melts to your skin like it was instinct, the feeling tender and loving. Delightfully careful to plant out of fear to oh so 'accidentally' get rough on you (in some way. You weren't even sure how without it being purposely.) You try assure him, "It's only some kissing! Yet you're practically acting fearless whenever you want to bite me." an amused chuckle escaping your lips. Dazai could only hums in disagreement, "âI do know that. But... I suppose the way you trust me easily should be studied, darling."
"...Idiot. I just know you wouldn't dare to even try and hurt me, 'Samu. Do you know why?"
"Oh? I already know the answer, sweetheart."
Especially of how you suggested it, he fails to say.
#pro tip on solving writer's block: oneshots#my post#â; unclassified oneshots.#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bungou sd#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#dazai x reader#dazai x reader fluff
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Request/idea!
Established relationship with reader taking care of Chuuya after corruption. Like Dazai takes Chuuya to his penthouse to be taken care of by reader instead of the extraction point because Dazai knows Chuuya would be more comfortable with reader than in the pm hospital/medical bay (*cough* stormbringer *cough* *cough*)
Just like cute fluff where Chuuya is tense around reader because he's so vulnerable until eventually he relaxes when he realizes reader isn't leaving or gonna hurt him
Oh god YES
Chuuya x reader
(established relationship)
The soft glow of the evening lights filled the penthouse, casting long shadows across the quiet room. Outside, the city buzzed faintly, a contrast to the stillness inside. You stood by the bed, looking down at Chuuya, his usually sharp features softened by exhaustion, his breathing deep and slow. He was out coldâcompletely unconscious after pushing himself too far in battle, having using Corruption again.
Dazai had brought him here instead of to the Port Mafiaâs medical bay, knowing that Chuuya would be more comfortable in your care than surrounded by cold hospital walls. It had been a quiet exchangeâno teasing remarks, no sarcastic barbs. Just a mutual understanding between you and Dazai that Chuuya needed this (i made dazai responsible/sensible đ).
Now, standing over him, you couldnât help but feel a pang of worry despite knowing heâd recover. You gently brushed his damp hair away from his forehead, feeling the faint warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. He looked so different when he was like thisâso vulnerable, so unlike the fierce, unyielding man you knew. The one who stood tall (yes i did this on purpose đŚ) , who commanded respect with every word, every movement.
Sighing softly, you sat down on the edge of the bed, your fingers trailing along his arm. He didnât stir, completely lost in the deep sleep that always followed his use of Corruption. You hated seeing him like thisânot because he was weak, but because you knew how much he hated being seen this way. Vulnerability was something Chuuya rarely allowed, and you knew he fought against it even in unconsciousness.
âYou always push yourself too hard,â you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you leaned in closer, resting your hand on his chest, feeling the slow, steady rise and fall of his breathing. âYou donât have to⌠not with me.â
The words hung in the air, but they were more for you than for him. You knew Chuuyaâknew that even if he could hear you now, he wouldnât listen. He was stubborn like that, always trying to carry the weight of the world on his own.
You stayed like that for a while, your hand gently brushing over his chest, the sound of his breathing the only noise in the room. It was rare to see him like thisâso still, so quiet. In these moments, he seemed almost fragile, and the thought of him waking up alone after such an ordeal tugged at your chest.
âIâm not going anywhere, Chu,â you whispered softly, your voice filled with a quiet determination. âIâm here. Iâll always be here.â
He didnât respondâof course he didnâtâbut as you settled beside him, you felt the tension you hadnât realized you were holding slowly melt away. You knew that when he woke up, heâd still be the same Chuuya, sharp and biting, with walls built up so high it was a wonder anyone ever got through. But for now, in this quiet moment, there was peace.
And as you lay there beside him, your fingers gently tracing the lines of his hand, you knew that when he finally opened his eyes, youâd be right here. Just like always.
Timeskip
Chuuya stirred slightly, his breathing shifting as he started to emerge from the deep sleep that had held him for hours. You stayed still, your fingers still tracing light patterns on his hand, waiting for the moment he would fully wake up. You could tell he was still groggy, his mind pulling itself from the depths of exhaustion.
Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, the sharp blue softened with lingering fatigue. His gaze shifted to you, and for a moment, confusion flickered in his eyesâlike he wasnât sure if you were really there. But then, recognition settled, and his usual tension melted away.
â[Y/N]...â he muttered, his voice rough, barely more than a rasp. His hand instinctively tightened around yours, a quiet reassurance that he was here, that you were here, together. His lips curved into a small, tired smile, so different from the usual smirk he wore in public. This was Chuuya, stripped of all the fire and prideâjust him, softer, vulnerable, but comfortable with you.
âYeah, itâs me,â you replied quietly, a gentle smile pulling at your lips. âYou really overdid it this time.â
Chuuya huffed softly, his usual bravado flickering, but the tiredness in his eyes betrayed him. âTch⌠Iâm fine,â he muttered, though there was no real bite in his words. His free hand came up to cover his face for a second, as if trying to hide the weariness he couldnât fully shake.
âSure you are,â you teased lightly, leaning in just a little closer, your thumb gently brushing over his knuckles. âThatâs why Dazai had to drag you here half-dead.â
He let out a low chuckle, but there was no anger behind it, just a quiet acceptance of his own limits. âThat damn suicidal idiotâŚâ He paused, lowering his hand from his face to meet your gaze again, and something in his expression softened even more. âHe knew youâd take better care of me than anyone else would.â
You smiled at that, warmth spreading through you at the quiet admission. âHeâs not wrong, you know. Though Iâve got half a mind to yell at you for pushing yourself so hard.â
Chuuya sighed, his eyes closing for a moment as he allowed himself to sink further into the comfort of your presence. âYou wouldnât be the first,â he murmured, his voice low but filled with that gentle warmth that he reserved only for you. He shifted slightly, moving closer to you as if seeking more of your warmth, his hand still firmly holding yours. âBut⌠Iâm glad itâs you here. Always.â
There was something different in his toneâa vulnerability that Chuuya rarely allowed himself to show. His guard was down, and in this quiet moment, he wasnât the powerful mafia executive or the ruthless fighter. He was just Chuuyaâyour Chuuya.
You shifted closer, gently resting your forehead against his. âIâm not going anywhere, Chuuya. You know that, right?â
His eyes opened, locking with yours, and for a moment, he didnât say anything. But the way his hand tightened around yours, the way his body relaxed against you, told you everything. He didnât need to say itâhe trusted you completely. And that trust, that vulnerability, was something he rarely gave to anyone.
âI know,â he whispered finally, his voice softer than youâd ever heard it. âI just⌠sometimes I need to be reminded.â
You smiled, brushing your fingers through his hair, feeling him relax completely against you. âWell, Iâm always here to remind you.â
Chuuyaâs lips twitched into a faint smile, and he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing once more. âGood,â he mumbled, the tension in his body gone now, replaced with a rare calm. âBecause Iâm not letting you go either.â
And with that, the two of you sat in the quiet of the room, his hand in yours, as Chuuya finally allowed himself to restâsafe in the knowledge that you werenât going anywhere.
#bsd#bsd chuuya#bsd fluff#kafka asagiri#new writer boost#chuuya nakahara#chuuya x reader#bsd dazai#bsd x reader#bsd men#fluff?#fyp#requsts are open#taking requests
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hc that Dazai made a point of calling Chuuya small when they met because Dazai was used to being the small one.
like, finally there was someone shorter than him. because letâs be real, Dazai was barely taller than Chuuya in Fifteen.
i think people forget how small Dazai was tooâ not just in height, but also in weight. He was underweight in Dark Era, but in Fifteen & even at present he's barely within the healthy weight range for his height. he was constantly described as a twig in Fifteen, and almost every time he's introduced in the light novels he's called lanky, slender, etc.
#even in terms of his present day height. like yes heâs tall#but heâs not even close to one of the tallest in bsd. heâs just tall compared to Chuuya#fic writers should really take advantage of the fact that Chuuya called Dazai a twig in 15#âbut what about broad shoulders Dazai?â pretty sure thatâs just how harukawa draws đ like basically every character has âbroad shouldersâ#if you look at it like that#i recently came to the realization that i gatekeep my hcs & theories fsr?? so iâm trying to change that lol#i wrote this in the tags of a post but figured it deserved its own post#rambling about bsd again#bsd#bungou stray dogs#soukoku#skk#bsd dazai#bsd chuuya#dazai osamu#nakahara chuuya#bsd analysis#bsd meta#tw weight#bsd hcs#skk hc
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What do you mean the irl Edogawa Ranpo was gay. What do you mean he traveled with his boyfriend researching the history of homosexuality in Japan. What do you mean they had a competition on who could find the most books about gay sex. WHAT DO YOU MEAN-
#what do you mean he was inspired by and slightly attracted to Edgar Allen Poe and chose the pen name Edogawa Ranpo after him#what do you mean he told his middle school crush that he wanted to eat him platonically#what do you mean he finished and published the rest of his boyfriend's work on the history of gay after he died#what do you mean i haven't slept because ive been researching gay mystery writers#bsd irl#edogawa ranpo#bungou stray dogs#bsd#ranpoe
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Protective Men
warnings: cursing, a little violence, creeps
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I can see Dazai as the type to carefully watch as the client you've been working with leans a little too close to you. He may be across the room but he still follows the man's every move. You wave off a few subtly flirtatious remarks and glance over at Dazai. When he sees the man 'accidentally' brush a hand on your back, he's had enough, leaving his chair and strolling over to the two of you.
"You need any help, sweetheart?"
Your client is less than pleased with his presence, "We're fine, thank you."
"You're flirting with them, aren't you?" His voice is calm and low, but his tone has a clear edge of warning.
The man scoffs, "As if that's any of your business."
"They're a little busy with your case right now. You should be focused on that."
"I don't think I was hurting anything."
"That's not the point. They're working. They don't need you to distract them." Dazai replies, still calm but firm. "Atsushi! Come take this case!"
The silver-haired boy comes in, a look of concern on his face. "What's going on?"
"Nothing" Dazai replies with a smirk, "This fellow has a case for you."
Atsushi nods and takes over while Dazai takes you by the arm and leads you out of the office. "I didn't like that at all."
"I can see that," you smile as you two walk into the cafe. "But now I've lost a case..."
"You didn't need it. I've seen his file. You're more suited for missions than simple tasks. It's good practice for Atsushi." He sips his coffee. "Besides, he was too comfortable with you, and I don't like random people getting too close to you."
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I imagine Chuuya biting his tongue to keep himself from telling off the man whose eyes were all over your figure. The Port Mafia had all kinds of weirdos come in and out, but this one in particular must not have known who he was dealing with.
When you get up to leave, the man grabs you by your wrist. "Where ya goin'?"
Chuuya instantly stands and swiftly places a knife up to his throat. The man lets you go, holding his hands above his head. "Keep your fucking hands off of them."
"I wasn't gonna do anythi-"
Chuuya interrupts him by knocking him out. The man has an important role for now in the mafia, so he couldn't kill him yet.
"Come on." You follow him back to his office. He shuts the door behind him and sits at his desk. "Look at me."
You sit down across from him.
"If anything happens like that again with anybody here, you let me know first, understand?"
You nod.
"That shit pisses me off more than anything, especially when it comes to you."
#anime#bungou stray dogs#bsd#fanfic#dazai#dazai osamu#bsd dazai#bsd x reader#x reader#reqs open#writer stuff#creative writing#writing#writers on tumblr#reader insert#requests open#request#brain rot#bsd x you#x you#dazai osamu x reader#dazai osamu bsd#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs chuuya#dazaiosamu#fanfiction#gn reader#chuuya headcanons#dazai headcanons#dazai x reader
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lots of new important information in the new chapter and i think the most important thing weâve learned is that dazai rolls around the floor when heâs worrying and heâs done this since he was a teenager
#fanfic writers are gonna have lots of fun with this#15 yr old chuuya kicking 15 yr old dazai while he rolls around on the floor#soukoku#dazai osamu#chuuya nakahara#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bsd dazai#bsd chuuya
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Dazai kisses you with the reverence of a worshipper. Heâs eternally grateful that such a filthy, lowly demon such as himself received the affections of such an angel. His morning and nighty rituals begin and end with the same eventâkisses all over your holy body, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. Theyâre chaste and fleeting in the beginning, afraid to defile and corrupt you. But oh, he craves to hear the delicacies of your gentle hums and moans when he gets too messy later on and leaves a pretty mark. He knows mere mortals shouldnât get too close to goddesses, but he canât help but follow icarusâs steps and hope to touch the sun, you.
Chuuya kisses you like a man drunk in love. Your lips replace the bottle he used to seek comfort so often from, and the taste of red wine could never hold a candle to the taste of you. And not unlike the glasses full of alcohol, he finds himself asking for just one more kiss. Theyâre bold and clear to the point that he has given himself to you. Heâll proudly kiss the ground you walk on with the same energy he kisses you. Heâs lost so many people in his life, and the one thing he wants is to keep you and your kisses all to himself. The finest wine deserves a knowledgeable man who wonât break the bottle.
Fyodor kisses you with the delicate touch of an artist. Every imprint of his lips on your skin is carefully arranged in an ethereal collage of devotion and intimacy. Thereâs no overdoing it or under-doing it, itâs the perfect amount. His words are always coated in sugary lies and webbed subsidiary secrets, and he opts to express his love through affectionate gestures such as a mere kiss. Being a man of God, naturally he strays away from anything too provocative and heated. Except sometimes in the dead of night, he thinks of Eve and the apple. He shouldnât have you, no, but he canât resist forever.
Sigma kisses you like heâll lose you. The three years he has known this world has only taught him pain, anguish and anxiety. Heâs so inexperienced, and heâs afraid that inexperience will frustrate you to the point of leaving him. Thereâs a bit of everything in a kiss with him, some tongue (he read about it online on a WikiHow article of how to kiss), the shaky hand on your cheek and hip and so much idolization. You lead most of the kisses by proxy, and he lets you. Itâs okay if you use him like a toy. Heâll gladly be used as long as you donât leave.
Nikolai kisses you with all the wild passion he can muster. The lipstick he wears smears across your skin, painting your Cupidâs bow red. Mutters of âpretty thingâ and âfucking deliciousâ leave him with each deepening kiss. Itâs a pity heâs thought about setting you free from this world during such a moment. Your heart bleeding around the knife, wails and whimpers of pain muffled by his lips while he guides you through the end of life. The last remnant of the chains holding him down would be gone if your kisses werenât so hammering onto his soul. Every peck and smooch only solidifies his connection to you and this universe.
Tags: @twst-om-lover, @briars-castle, @little-miss-chaoss, @sinfulthoughtsposts @starrs20
#bungou stray dogs#bungou gay dogs#aspiring writer#bsd x reader#chuunai#bungo stray dogs x reader#bsd tag#bsd fluff#chuuya x reader#dazai x reader#sigma x reader#fyodor x reader#nikolai x reader#dazai osamu#chuuya nakahara#fyodor dostoevsky#nikolai gogol#bsd sigma#bungou stray dogs fyodor#bungou stray dogs chuuya#bungo stray dogs#bungo stray dogs dazai#bsd headcanons#bsd imagines#bsd dazai#bsd
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Nikolai, who definitely likes to put you a mating press and fuck you while you whine and moan into his ear.
You grab his shoulder in an attempt to slow him down but it only seems to rile him up, pounding straight in your pussy.
He whispers sweet nothings in your ear with a mix of "Taking me so good." and "Yeah that's right just like that" while he's holding on your jaw to make you look straight him.
He likes to maintain heavy eye contact, and force your wrists down onto the bed as he sees your eyes begin to tear up by how over stimulated his touch is on you.
Sometimes he likes to press on the bulge in your stomach or pinch you in order to shrink your walls for his dick more.
And by the time he's about to finish, he begins to torture you by making you repeat his words "Say it, say it, say you want it... Beg for it."
Once he cums inside of you, you're left panting and catching your breath, turning your head to the side in shame and embarrassment. He catches eye of this and grabs your face with one of his free hands while the other begins to circle around your lower stomach "Aw dove, cmon' we still have all night"
That look in his eye, when you know hes insane and probably won't stop until he's finished with you.
#nikolai gogol x reader#bungou stray dogs#bsd nikolai#bsd#nikolai gogol#bsd smut#nikolai smut#nikolai x reader#rough smut#oneshot#ao3 writer#pussy drunk
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Russian Literature
#fyodor dostoevsky#bsd dostoevsky#dostoevksy#russian aesthetic#russian literature#russian#dark academia#dark academia and#light academia#white nights#literature#classical literature#words#word#quote#quotes#writers on tumblr#writing#writer#write#reading#read book#old book
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Another idea, 15!Chuuya who just joined the Port Mafia having his first crush on reader
I can imagine him going to Kouyou to ask for advice đ¤
Like, reader likes him back but still lets him stumble over his words cause it's cute
I feel like I'm not as good at writing Chuuya so I enjoy reading fics for him and you're good at writing him
Man i love your ideas sm and thanks for the compliment!
15!Chuuya x reader
âBeneath the Surfaceâ
Chuuya Nakahara wasnât new to fights. He wasnât new to blood, danger, or the haunting, suffocating feeling of Corruption simmering beneath his skin, a constant reminder of the power he could barely control. But this? This was new. This twisting in his chest, this irritation crawling under his skin every time he looked at you. The way his pulse quickened, how his words fumbled out in a mess when you were near.
He had never felt this powerless before.
And the worst part? You seemed to enjoy it.
âOi, Chuuya, you zoning out or what?â your voice cut through his thoughts like a blade, the familiar teasing lilt making his eye twitch.
The two of you were standing outside, waiting for orders after a routine mission. His heart was still thudding hard from the adrenaline, but the moment you leaned against the wall next to him, all nonchalant and relaxed, his throat went dry. You flashed him that infuriating grin, the one that sent his mind spinning for reasons he didnât want to admit.
âZoning out? I ainâtââ Chuuya cleared his throat, fighting to keep his voice steady, âIâm not zoning out. Maybe youâre the one who canât stay focused.â
You chuckled softly, a knowing gleam in your eyes. âIs that so?â
Chuuya hated how easily you could make him feel small, like you saw right through him â like you knew what he was feeling before he could even make sense of it. And the worst part? You always seemed to enjoy teasing him, watching him stumble over his words or get flustered.
He shouldâve been able to handle it. He was Chuuya Nakahara, damn it â future executive of the Port Mafia. But around you, he felt like he was all fists and rage, without the cool confidence he usually carried.
You shrugged casually, pushing yourself off the wall and stepping a little closer to him. âYou sure? Youâve been pretty distracted lately. Almost like somethingâs on your mind.â There was that tone again, the one that hinted you knew. And damn it, you probably did.
He gritted his teeth, trying to focus on anything else. âThereâs nothinâ on my mind, alright? Youâre imagining things.â
But even he knew that wasnât true.
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The crush had started small, barely noticeable at first. You were one of the few who treated him like he was your equal, despite him being new to the Mafia. You were sharp, quick with your words, and had a mind that could cut through even the thickest of tensions. Chuuya respected that. But at some point, the respect shifted, and he found himself watching you in ways he hadnât before.
It was the way you laughed, soft but with an edge that always left him wondering what you were thinking. The way your smile, so full of mischief, made something twist uncomfortably in his chest. And the way you always seemed too calm â as if you never took anything seriously, and yet still managed to outsmart everyone around you.
One time, after a sparring match where heâd barely managed to keep his cool, you leaned over, offering him a hand with a smirk. âGood effort, Nakahara.â
His blood boiled at the patronizing tone. âTch. I donât need your pity.â
But your teasing grin never faltered. âRelax, Chuuya. Youâll get better.â
Better? The audacity. But his heart still raced from the lightness in your voice, from the way you spoke his name like it was some private joke only you understood.
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Days passed, and the frustration gnawed at him. It wasnât just your teasing that got to him anymore; it was everything about you. Your smirk, your laugh, the way you looked at him like he was both amusing and⌠something more. It was unbearable.
Chuuya prided himself on not needing help. But with you? He didnât know what to do. How could he, when every time he tried to talk to you seriously, he ended up stumbling over his words like some awkward kid?
And so, in desperation â and no small amount of embarrassment â Chuuya found himself standing in front of Kouyouâs quarters, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The moonlight cast a soft glow over the hallway, and the sounds of the night echoed faintly in the distance.
Kouyou opened the door, raising a delicate eyebrow at the sight of him. âChuuya. Itâs late. What brings you here?â
Chuuya swallowed his pride, shifting awkwardly on his feet. âI, uh⌠I need some advice.â
Kouyouâs lips curved into a knowing smile. âAh. I see.â She stepped aside, allowing him into the room. âHave a seat. This seems⌠personal.â
He scowled, feeling his face flush. âItâs not personal,â he lied. âItâs justâthereâs someone, okay? Someone in the Mafia who keeps messing with me, and I canât⌠I canât stop thinking about them.â
Kouyou folded her hands in her lap, regarding him with her usual calm gaze. âMessing with you, how?â
âTheyâre always teasing me,â Chuuya muttered, staring down at the floor, âand itâs like they know what Iâm thinking before I even say it. It pisses me off.â
Kouyou chuckled softly. âAnd yet, you find yourself drawn to them, donât you?â
Chuuya clenched his fists, frustrated. âYeah, but itâs⌠different. I donât get it. Why canât I just talk to them like a normal person?â
Kouyouâs smile was gentle, almost amused. âYouâve never been one for subtlety, Chuuya. But from what youâve described, it sounds like this person enjoys your company. Have you considered that their teasing might be⌠affectionate?â
Chuuya blinked, staring at her in disbelief. âAffectionate? Youâre kidding, right? Theyâre always messing with me.â
Kouyou laughed softly, a sound that both soothed and irritated him. âSome people express their feelings through playfulness, especially when they know it affects the other person. It sounds to me like they enjoy seeing your reactions. And judging by how flustered you are, itâs working.â
Chuuya flushed a deeper red, running a hand through his hair in frustration. âSo what the hell am I supposed to do? I canât just⌠I dunno, keep letting them mess with me.â
Kouyouâs expression softened. âPerhaps you should stop focusing on how to âwinâ against them and instead consider how you truly feel. Do you want them to stop? Or is there something more?â
Chuuya went silent, Kouyouâs words echoing in his mind. Something more? Heâd never considered it like that before. But maybe⌠maybe there was something more. And maybe, just maybe, it wasnât so bad after all.
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Chuuya clenched his fists, struggling to steady his breath. The weight of Kouyou's advice pressed heavy on his chest. Now was the momentâheâd either crumble or finally get the words out.
âI-Iâm not here to fight,â he muttered, his voice betraying him with a slight stutter. He winced internally at his own nerves.
You raised an eyebrow, your smirk deepening with that ever-present teasing glint in your eyes. âOh? Thatâs a surprise. So whatâs on your mind, Chuuya?â
His throat felt tight, but he pressed on, stepping closer, his heart thundering against his ribs. âYou.â His voice cracked slightly, and he quickly clenched his jaw to steady himself. âY-Youâre always on my mind, dammit.â
The smirk on your lips softened, but the amusement never fully disappeared. You tilted your head, a playful flicker in your gaze. âIs that so? How bold of you.â
Chuuyaâs cheeks flushed, his frustration mixing with embarrassment. Why was this so difficult? He was a Port Mafia member, strong, unshakable, and here he was fumbling over his words like an idiot. He took another step forward, his fists clenched tight by his sides.
âYeah, i-itâs true. And I⌠Iâm tired of you messing with me like Iâm some joke,â he blurted out, his voice sharper than intended but laced with a vulnerability he couldnât hide.
For a split second, your eyes widened, but then a soft, genuine laugh bubbled from your throatâcompletely different from the usual sarcastic tones you threw his way. âChuuya, I wasnât messing with you.â
His breath caught. You werenât? All this time? He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but words failed him.
You slid off the railing, closing the distance between the two of you. âI was just waiting for you to figure it out,â you murmured, voice softer now, your teasing edge momentarily fading.
Chuuyaâs breath hitched, his chest tightening as your words lingered in the air between you. His heart pounded in his ears, drowning out the world around him. He had been expecting rejection, or another round of teasingâbut this? This left him speechless.
You took another step forward, and suddenly, you were closer than heâd ever imagined. Chuuya could feel the warmth radiating from you, and he was hyper-aware of every inch between you, vanishing rapidly.
He swallowed hard, but no words came. His mind raced, torn between disbelief and the undeniable pull he felt towards you. âIâ" he started, but before he could find his voice, your hand gently cupped his cheek.
Without giving him a chance to overthink, you leaned in, your lips brushing softly against his. The kiss was tentative at first, testing, but when you felt Chuuyaâs hesitant but eager response, it deepened.
His hands, which had been hanging awkwardly at his sides, found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as the world seemed to fade away. Every thought, every worry, melted under the warmth of the kiss. Chuuyaâs pulse raced, but this time it wasnât from nervesâit was from the overwhelming sensation of finally having what he hadnât even realized heâd been chasing for so long.
When you finally pulled back, the teasing smirk returned to your lips, but there was a softness in your eyes that made Chuuyaâs chest tighten for a different reason now.
âSoâŚâ you whispered, voice just above a breath, âwas that clear enough for you?â
Chuuya, still dazed, blinked, his usual bravado returning just a little. He huffed softly, trying and failing to suppress a small smile. âY-Yeah⌠clear enough.â
For once, there were no words to stumble over, no need to fight back. Everything between you two was finally starting to fall into place.
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