#bungous stray dogs hc

[marzowo]

One more post b4 i sleep

Warning that this au is 1:A beast Au x Original Au mix

So its gonna make like no fucking sense

2:Ive never read or watched Bsd or beast bsd

sorry,im hoping someone will help my au makes sense

3: There are probably so many timeline incorrect things with this au,Aka why i got frustrated and gave up :/

Anyway first is the hc that i have,its a small one

But i hc that atsushis hair was originally black,and it turned white during his days in the orphanage and thats how the orphanage knew he was a monster (they didnt know what he was,but child with 'magic' in a toxic church?) probably a demon

They didnt know he was the tiger until later on

The next hc is a huge one :D

and it has to do with religious trauma,Im not going into detail but basically Atsushi has some severe,like some severe religious trauma,not only was he physically abused, The Orphanage's religion was used as a vice of punishment not only for atsushi but all the Orphanage kids,his was just the most severe(like cult typa shit,maybe ot was actually a cult)

Now for the O!bsd x B!bsd au

,l like to imagine for my ver of the au That theres technically 2 headmasters of the orphanage, The original headmaster and his son, when atsushi was a child he was a teenager Atsushi kills the original headmaster and its the son that gets into a car accident later in the bsd series, or you could switch it to atsushi killing the son and after he dies the father repents bcs he knows it was technically his fault.

[This is when shots starts to go downhill and starts to mention timelines]

Atsushi's orphanage bg is exactly like beast au,up to when mori finds him {i think mori might have gone to retrieve him} (this is as someone who nevee read beast tho,so im not sure if shes there but) atsushi escapes the orphanage instead of being kicked out,he roams the streets for awhile mostly sticking to alleys and he eventually finds himself close to ig one of the many bases that the PM has (idk ive never read or watched bsd or beast bsd) and elise is out running an errand(or something IDK WHAT SHE DOES SMH), we all know ellise knows shit she shouldnt,and she recognizes atsushi (idfk maybe she doesnt recognise him,she just finds his hair pretty.) but she takes him to mori and mori takes care of him for some time bcs why not (idk why i made this but,im now realising it makes no sense...) but mori gives him the decision of the port mafia or the ada (this is after a large timeskip btw,atsushi works in rhe shadows and noone,not even dazai knows he works for the pm,everything is essentially like cannon) and he decides he wants to take a break from the mafia for abit {this sounds like a wattpad fanfic,kill me now

and goes to work for the ada,just not in the usual sense, since noone knows who he is and he still works for mori (Queue Cannon) Atsushi basically is a hella good actor. [fuck this idea,all my homies hate this idea. Atsushi is an actor yes but he actually quits the pm instead and goes i to his found family arc.] he decides to join back the pm after the ada goes down Idk but the (current?) arc with dazai and fyodor passes and the pm somehow ends up unscathed but relocated and dazai goes missing [Last i heard he disappeared down an elevator shaft or sumn]

Idfk where this au has gone anymore

Yea :)))

Heres one more HC/AU thingy based off somone elses AU that i saw

The persons Au! - The tiger has the ability to steal abilities when astushi eats the ability owner.

My Additon to the AU: Now i hc that as WR atsushi ate someone who had the ability to change size and appearance (maybe a notorious criminal who didnt pay off his mafia debts) so when life got too interesting or dangerous for him he'd change age and looks and just start all over again (and bcs of his tigers regeneration ability, just like with deadpool he's essentially immortal)

This is a rant,its going on tumblr

UGH

My brain is too full :/

i didnt mean to make it this long tbh

Anyway im hoping somone will like my HC's and AU's and appreciate me pls thank u

GN

[calmlb]

“Chuuya wasn’t in Dark Era, why is he in this art??”

wdym, he’s right here 🤨

[unicornpopcorn14]

So we all know by now that Dazai is comfortable enough around Chuuya to show nervousness/worry.

Enough times for Chuuya to pick up on that pattern. The pattern, may I remind you, that doesn't have evident correlation to either nervousness or worry to most people. One that can even be interpreted as misplaced given the situation.

Which means that Dazai has done this in front of Chuuya so often, that Chuuya at first was hella confused, before he finally made a connection between when and why it happens. And still remembered that connection after four years of separation. Which gets us to my point:

What if this isn't the only emotion Dazai displays weirdly?

What if he has multiple unconventional patterns he displays for sadness, frustration, content, or disgust? The times he really feels them, and they become too strong for him to just deal with normally? What if these are the only times he's actually being genuine with his emotions?

And Chuuya is the only one who is familiar with them all?

Dazai would be jumping rope and Chuuya would be like, "quit sulking, let's get icecream"

Dazai hanging upside down on the couch and Chuuya going, "It's okay, mackerel. You can cry."

Dazai actually crying, full on heart-wrenching sobs, and Chuuya unironically going, "What, good news?"

It's just... comforting, for one person in Dazai's life to read him like a book. Everyone else would look at him like he's crazy, displaying wrong emotions/behaviors at the wrong time, but Chuuya knows that it's just how he processes feeling properly, and thus he's the only one Dazai can count on to put things into context and understand, which makes him display them even more openly.

Because Chuuya never shamed him for his quirks, as much as Dazai never did his.

[yebyyhfushi]

[i-eat-mold]

Something

Something unknown to me possessed me for two hours and made me draw this

What should they name dazais new twin? Wrong answers only

[iztea]

🖤🐈‍⬛🖤

[kiksniko]

i am once again sick. have more sketches

[mooomuzan]

hyper-specific chuuya bf headcanons

“…the quiet understanding that, even in chaos, they are each other’s home.”

oo.1 :: during a sudden rainstorm, chuuya insists you dance with him in the middle of the empty street. he spins you around dramatically, ignoring how soaked you both get. he even lifts you off the ground in a final, cinematic twirl, laughing at your breathless smile.

oo.2 :: chuuya pretends to hate it when you ask to braid his hair, rolling his eyes and muttering something about how it’s “a waste of time.” but the second you start, he’s completely still, leaning back just enough for you to reach comfortably. he’ll grumble under his breath—“don’t make it look stupid”—but the soft way he closes his eyes gives him away. he secretly loves the feeling of your fingers in his hair, and though he’ll never admit it, he refuses to take the braid out until he absolutely has to.

oo.3 :: if a fight gets particularly heated, chuuya has this infuriating habit of silencing you with a kiss mid-sentence. he’s not doing it to dismiss your feelings—he just can’t stand the thought of you being upset with him for too long. “i hate seeing you mad at me,” he’ll say, his forehead resting against yours, voice quiet and sincere.

oo.4 :: one night, you convince chuuya to graffiti a wall with you. at first, he acts too dignified for it but eventually gets into it, creating surprisingly artistic designs. by the end, he’s smeared in paint, laughing, and calling it a masterpiece.

oo.5 :: chuuya challenges you to a cooking duel, complete with dramatic commentary and music playing in the background. he pretends to be a judge for your dish, acting overly critical, but it’s just to cover up how much he loves your cooking.

oo.6 :: sometimes, after a particularly stressful day, chuuya will wordlessly walk up to you, throw his arms around your waist, and bury his face in your shoulder. he doesn’t say much, just breathes you in like you’re the calm in his storm. if you run your fingers through his hair, he’ll let out the softest sigh, “just needed to hold you right now.”

oo.7 :: when you’re walking side by side, chuuya has an oddly romantic habit of grabbing your wrist. he’ll lift it up and press a small kiss to the inside, lingering for just a second longer than necessary. when you ask him why, he’ll shrug and smirk. “your pulse is there,” he’ll say, as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

oo.8 :: he sets up a city-wide treasure hunt for your anniversary, complete with clues written in elegant script. each clue leads to places that are significant to your relationship—like the first place you met, or where you shared your first kiss. he acts all serious as you solve each riddle, but when you finally find the “treasure”—a simple, heartfelt note from him—he admits he just wanted to see your smile as you pieced everything together.

[remlionheart]

NSFW Alphabet: Chuuya Nakahara Edition ♡

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ MDNI. really needed a fun lil drabble to break up my writer's block and this was perfect. silly but super fun to write. lemme know whatcha think. luv u ♡ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Chuuya definitely gives you aftercare, it's just not always the most well thought out when he’s gotten back from a long night at work. He doesn't remember to have dinner ready or pajamas laid out, but he still holds you as you collapse onto his chest. Laughs with you while the two of you place the 4th doordash order of the week to his apartment since you're both too spent to even think about cooking. He runs light fingers through your hair and kisses your forehead, teasing you for how hard you came while also reminding you of how fuckin' gorgeous you looked bent over for him. The thought of it alone promptly brings his lips back to yours, nearly earning you a round 2 before the food arrives.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It takes Chuuya a long time to admit it, even if it's fairly obvious, but he's self-conscious about his body. About the way he thinks it should look versus the way it actually does. He’s always praising you. Always so good about making you love parts of yourself that you didn't know you could, though he rarely gives himself the same respect. Your thighs get a lot of his attention. He touches them constantly without meaning to. His hand resting on them while he drives. His fingers mindlessly gliding across them while you watch TV before bed. His face buried between them any chance he gets. He loves 'em. You decide to challenge him one day after a shower, using his own words against him: "Chuuya, tell me one thing you love about yourself -" you shoot him a pointed look, not giving him the chance to deflect with his usual sarcasm, "and be serious. You have to mean it." He stares at himself in the mirror for a moment, apprehensively looking over his reflection before he lets out a sharp exhale. "Fine. My eyes." "What about them?" You press. "They're... nice."

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

One of Chuuya's favorite highs in life is being pussy-drunk. Being so completely enamored by your taste and scent that he can't physically think of anything else besides you. He loves the feeling of your cum dripping down his chin. The insanely beautiful fucked-out noises you make for him when you sit on his face and nearly drown him in your release. He gets a sick satisfaction in showing up to work, knowing that there are still remnants of the morning head he gave you clinging to the collar of his shirt. You're his girl and he takes making you cum very seriously.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Chuuya is a dominant people pleaser, which is a dangerous combination to begin with, but especially when it starts blending into his finances. Being a Port Mafia executive, he has more money than he knows what to do with and he fucking loves buying you stuff. Taking you on shopping trips and watching you fill bag after bag with frivolous, designer outfits that you’d never buy for yourself otherwise. Swiping his debit card for purses and necklaces and shoes that total out to nearly $10,000. There's something almost addicting about it, he revels in your reactions. The way you look so awestruck every time he drops a fat stack of cash on you, but also how good it makes him feel being able to spoil you as much as he does. Alexa, what does “findom” mean?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Chuuya’s experienced, but a lot of his past hookups were one nightstands or meaningless flings. Drunken mishaps that held little to no weight in his mind. You've both learned a lot from each other by being comfortable enough to explore things you wouldn't have with previous partners. Communication is so strong with him. He always wants to know what you like and if there’s anything you want to try but haven’t yet. He wants to know everything about your body - wants it to only respond to him. He'd had sex in the past, but he realized that he'd never really properly fucked someone until he met you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As much as Chuuya loves bending you over, he’s such a slut for you being on top. Holding your hips to help guide you and thrusting up into you when you’re not expecting it, going as deep as he can while you sink back onto him with a pretty glazed over expression. The way your eyes widen every time he does it. The duality of being in control while also letting you use him. The view of your tits bouncing so perfectly for him while the sound of your ass smacking against his thighs echoes across the room. He loves watching you struggle to take the whole thing. You're usually holding onto him for support, hands clasped around his neck, your stare locked intently with his while your cunt throbs around him. The pouty fucking look that takes over your face when he plunges into you. You become a whimpering mess, trying to tell him how close you are with broken words as if he can’t feel your walls clenching around him. "Chuuya - 'm, I'm gonna -" "I know baby, keep going. Keep fuckin’ going. Doin’ so good f’me.”

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Chuuya's form of flirting is witty banter. Sarcastic comments that the two of you volley back and forth between each other. He's generally more serious in the moment, but he will literally never pass up the chance to whisper a snarky little nothing in your ear to get you flustered, especially in public. He loves making you blush. Loves knowing that he's capable of getting you so worked up without even touching you. Loves seeing you squirm and swat him away with a feeble, "Chuuya! Not here!"

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Chuuya never really understood the question, "does the carpet match the drapes?" and why it was such a hot topic when it came to redheads. It was wildly irritating growing up and getting asked that so often by his asshole friends. Of course they matched. Why wouldn't they? As an adult, Chuuya fully embraces this though. He takes pride in making sure he's well-groomed. If it were up to him, your lips would always be wrapped around his cock, so he makes sure to keep things as trimmed and polished as he can for you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Chuuya is the consent king, always making sure that you're just as into what's going on as he is. He finds subtle ways to check in on you while staying in the moment. "Tell me, baby. Tell me how it feels." He likes to make sure you're present, that you're not thinking about anything else besides the way he feels inside you. He would do anything to make you feel good. Anything. What he can't aways say with his words, he shows through his actions. He lets you know he loves you by stretching and filling you until you can’t see straight. He may act like he’s the one calling the shots, but you'll always cum before he does. He makes damn sure of it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

His work schedule is demanding and doesn't always grant him the amount of time he'd like to have with you, so when he's stuck in his office after hours, Chuuya can't fucking help himself. The urge has been there all. day. and he's certain he'll die if he doesn't take care of it right now. He reaches into his coat pocket, dialing your number while he unzips pants and removes his glove with his teeth. His cellphone is wedged between his shoulder and his cheek when your voice finally spills out of the receiver. Before you can even ask how his night's going, you hear it. That desperate, heady tone that he only gets when he hasn't seen you in a few days. "Baby..." he groans, stroking himself upppp and dowwnn. He closes his eyes, imagining what you must look like lying in his bed. "I need you so fuckin' bad right now." "Yeah?" You tease, quietly slipping two fingers under the hem of your panties. "How bad?" It was only a matter of minutes before he was cleaning off his desk from the mess you'd helped him make.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Chuuya is the softest dom. As much as he likes to be in control, he folds so easily when it comes to you. Even when he’s “punishing” you, he’s doing it with things he knows you like. He loves putting collars on you or wrapping his belt around your neck and pulling at both ends until your pretty little pupils blossom into hearts while you struggle to moan out his name. Hearing you beg does something deranged to him that he can't quite put into words. He stays in control for as long as he can, but you always have the upperhand with how bad he wants to taste you. With how bad he wants to be buried inside of you. He'll tease and nip at you and try to drag it out for as long as he can, but at the end of the day, he's just as addicted to you as you are to him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Chuuya will fuck you anywhere and when he says anywhere, he means it. His favorite guilty pleasure though is definitely bringing you into Port Mafia. Making everyone well-aware of your presence as he walks around with you on his arm like you're the shiniest, most expensive accessory he owns. Shoving all of his paperwork off of his desk and bending you over, pinning your hands behind your back and pressing your face against the handcrafted Mahogany. Hiking up your skirt and ramming himself into you, knowing damn well everyone can hear you crying out his name as you cum. His two favorite pastimes: pissing off Mori and fucking you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Chuuya secretly loves the attention you get when the two of you go out, even if it drives him a bit crazy at times. He can't deny the way his cock twitches when he notices the bartender size you up and then immediately avert his eyes when he feels Chuuya's stare on him. Chuuya knows you're gorgeous, it's an absolute fact for him, but to see the other people reel in how pretty you are too fills him with a feral sense of pride. He would fuck you in front of the entire world if he could just to show them what they'll never have.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There are very few things that Chuuya wouldn't do for you, but the one request he would struggle with if asked would be sharing. Even if it was a casual threesome with no strings attached, he’s a Taurus Sun, Scorpio moon - the man does not share and the thought of having to watch someone else touch you would most definitely send him into a murderous tailspin.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Chuuya loves both giving and receiving, for sure. But there's something about the way you taste that almost makes his brain short-circuit. He thinks about it while he's at work. Thinks about it while he's on missions. Thinks about it while he fucks himself when you're not around. He often finds himself daydreaming about his tongue swirling around your clit and the adorable, pitiful, fucked-out noises you make so easily for him. The way you whine and writhe against him. How he can always tell when you're close by the way your words start to break up. That cute little incoherent babble you let out as he plunges an extra finger into you and your eyes roll into the back of your head. He’s pretty sure that if he had to choose his own death, it would be drowning between your thighs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Pacing all depends on the mood and setting for Chuuya. It's 1 am and you guys just stumbled back home from the bar? You're wearing the shortest black slip dress he's ever seen in his life, and he's had to restrain himself all night from not dragging you into the club bathroom and having his way with you? He's fucking you into oblivion the second you step inside his apartment. Hands tangling into your hair as he pins you against the wall of the entry way, pulling you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist. It's going to be fast, rough, deep. You'll both wake up with bruises and love bites and well-deserved hangovers. But - it's 1 pm on a rainy Tuesday and you guys just got back home from the bookstore? You're wearing an oversized cardigan with a comfy pair of shorts, and he's been quietly admiring you all day, watching you dig through countless bookshelves until you finally found the one you wanted? He's fucking you so thoroughly. Taking his time as he helps you out of your sweater, smiling at your body with each layer of clothing that get tossed to the floor. He's kissing the crook of your neck, telling you how beautiful you are. He's fucking you with slow, sensual, affection. You'll end up drifting off to the sound of the thunderstorm afterward, the two of you wrapped up under a blanket on the couch while the rain taps against the window next to you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Chuuya's a giver who loves a challenge so quickies are right up his alley, really. You'll stop by the apartment on your lunch break, warning him that you only have 15 minutes, but he’ll only roll his eyes in response before telling you to hop up on the counter. He locks in immediately, his concentration fully on you as he spreads you apart. Two fingers holding you open so that his tongue has complete access to your clit, the warmth of his mouth and the pressure of his strokes making your legs shake around his head already and he's just gotten started. He's precise. Calculated. Unrelenting. Even if he's only competing against the clock, he's still never lost.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As long as you're into it, so is Chuuya. He's very open when it comes to sex, especially when it comes to talking about it with you. You had a wet dream about him fucking you against the window in the sunroom so that the neighbors could see it? Lift that skirt up, angel, let's go give them a show. You read a book where the male lead lightly ran a blade across the main character’s throat while teasing her and you think you want to try it? His knife is already out of his pocket, his hand cradling your jawline. “Tell me how bad you want it, baby.” as he slices through the thin straps of your tank top, smirking at how hard your nipples are while it slips down to your waist. There a very few things he wouldn't be willing to at least try with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Chuuya can generally go a solid 2 rounds before he's completely spent, but if he's drunk, this number could be multiplied depending on his drink of choice that night. Chuuya's stamina is solid. He lasts awhile, but his entire objective while fucking is to make sure you're getting off. He's very in tune and aware of your body and tries to go with the flow of where you're at. If you can handle an hour or two, he'll gladly give it to you. He has no problem playing the long game, but if you're sleepy and only need twenty minutes to get there, he'll make sure he cums with you in that time. A truly adaptable king ˚₊‧ʚ♡ɞ‎‧₊˚

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

There's an armoire in Chuuya's bedroom that houses all of the obscenely expensive vibrators you'd asked him to buy you, not realizing he actually would at the time. He likes to keep them hidden for the most part - out of sight, out of mind. He'll be in the middle of fucking you. Stretching you out while your nails dig into his back. He'll feel your walls start to spasm around him. He'll watch your eyes flutter back. He'll feel how tight and snug your cunt is squeezing him. He'll know you're right there and that's when he'll pull out your favorite wand. Always when you're least expecting it. When you're already so cock-drunk and lost that you don't think you could possibly take anything more, he'll run it along your clit. Your body practically convulsing at the overstimulation. "Chuuya - ohmygod... I... I - can't. I can’t, I can’t -" "Look at me. You can take it, baby. I know you can. Gimme one more, okay? Just like that. There you go. Fuuuck, baby. Just - like... that."

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The amount of sheer pleasure Chuuya derives from making you beg for him should be illegal. He’s constantly teasing you. Constantly trying to coax out desperate little cries from you. You're splayed out beneath him, legs spread beautifully, your cunt nearly dripping onto his sheets and he's still ghosting your lips with his. Wearing the most infuriating grin as he continues to rattle off depraved things like, "Baby, I wish I could, y'know? I really wanna give it to you, but I just don't believe that you want it." all while he's stroking himself just inches above you, making you watch the whole thing in agony but still not letting you touch him yet. "C'mon princess, show me how bad you want it. Let me see how you play with that pussy when I'm not here. Make me fuckin’ believe it.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Chuuya will groan and talk during sex, but he's not necessarily loud. He's way more concerned with the noises you're making anyway. As mentioned, his bedroom love language is taunting. "No? You can't take it anymore? Ohh, your pussy's just so sensitive, huh? That's so sad. My poor sweet girl." before slapping your clit and smirking at you as you whine beneath him. "Oh, look at that. Seems like you can take it after all.” He'll groan against you whenever he goes down on you, reveling in how fucking wet you are for him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Chuuya is secretly sentimental. He might not always admit it, but he doesn't just remember your anniversary - he remembers the outfit you were wearing the first time he met you and what the weather was like that day. He saves ticket stubs from your dates. Takes pictures of you when you're not looking just so he can keep the moment forever. He plans gifts for your birthday weeks in advance. Any time you list off a restaurant that you want to try or a vacation spot you want to visit one day, he secretly jots it down in his notes app. He listens to you, really listens to you when you talk and keeps every gift you give him, no matter how small or insignificant.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Chuuya is 5'3, (though he'll most definitely try to convince you that the measurements are off no matter how many times your scale reaches the the same conclusion). Slender. Nice arms and a slutty fucking waist. Hands, hands, hands. Usually covered by gloves but so fucking pretty and veiny when they're not. Speaking of veiny? Chuuya Nakahara is packing. Giiiiirth, babydoll, and a lot of it. Short men are ALWAYS stacked, you can't argue with science.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Chuuya's anger and sex drive mirror each other in the sense that they're both always on no matter what. Even when they're calmed down, even when they're not as noticeable - all it takes is one wrong (or right) move and he's right there, fully up and ready to go. You touch his leg under the table during dinner one night and he immediately finds an excuse to dismiss the two of you for a few minutes, dragging you to a secluded corner of the bar where he pins you against the wall. His leg wedged between yours, leaving urgent kisses along your collarbone as he creates friction against your clit. “This what you want? For me to fuck you right here?” You try to keep your resolve but it’s hard for him to take you seriously when your objections are all coming out in the form of moans. “My needy fuckin’ girl.”

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'll lay with you and talk about your day, but Chuuya is struggling to keep his eyes open after he cums. The minute you nestle into his shoulder, and he feels the warmth of your skin against his, he's fighting for his life to stay awake. Poor baby is just so tired, especially after dealing with Port Mafia all week. He feels safe in your arms. The thought of coming home to you is what gets him through most days anyway so once he's finally actually tangled up in you, he can't help but drift off into the comfort of your scent and the sound of your heartbeat.

⠀𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

‎♡‧₊˚ here’s dazai’s version ‎♡‧₊˚

[with-my-calamitous-love]

romance is not dead, if you keep it just yours

chuuya nakahara x reader

more chuuya boyfriend thoughts, i love him. for the yail series, and something chuuya lovers can munch on while i work on the rockstar chuuya series

inspired by paris

chuuya nakahara, who many people think they know. a soulless, port mafia executive, a force to be reckoned with, a monster. who, with all his connections, hears many things about many different people: meeting, kissing, dying, everything between birth, rebirth, and death. who, suddenly, is too busy with you. did he see the photos? no, but thanks, though.

chuuya nakahara, who is so in love he might stop breathing. who is truly a romantic lover- roses, cards, gifts, absolutely spoiling you. who does have exes, and who knows people know- but who doesn't have it in him to care when it's with you. who makes cheap wine feel like champagne. who makes a few kisses feel like forever.

chuuya nakahara, who is a short-tempered, raging dog at anyone who stares at him the wrong way. who is a soft, loving teddy bear with you- it gives you whiplash. who orders his men to look after you when he's away on trips, but making sure they never cross the line to make you uncomfortable. who has photos of you all over his office, tangible evidence of his love.

chuuya nakahara, who finds that balance between showing you off and keeping you to himself. who holds your hand in public, takes you on fancy dates, and books the top floor of a hotel room so he can see the city lights reflect off your eyes. who is just as romantic cooking you dinner at home, dancing barefoot in the kitchen, listening to your laundry spin and floorboards creek. who will show you off when you want him too. who can just as easily put a privacy sign on the whole world, and stop time so its just you two, together.

chuuya nakahara, who is a manipulator of gravity, both literally and figuratively. whose touch makes you feel like you're flying, levitating above all those messes and all the pain in your life. who many would characterize as a player, but who is actually so, so loyal. who would open a vein in his arm for your happiness. who will not stop loving you, even if his heart gave out.

chuuya nakahara, who sometimes can't heave his heart into his mouth. who is so, so in love with you he can't find the words. who confesses his truth in swooping, sloping cursive letters, leaving you tokens of his love to carry with you everywhere. who has so much of you all over him, even when you aren't around. who wears your sweaters, your initials around his neck and your kisses on his chest. who sometimes takes your things when he's leaving for a work trip.

"chuuya, did you take my underwear?"

"no....?"

"CHUUYA?!"

"IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE YOU'RE AROUND!"

chuuya nakahara, who is so, so intimate. who makes you feel like your body is on fire, leaving no part of you untouched. who is so gentle one second, worshipping you with endless pleasure. who is rough the next, flipping you over and making it so that you can't walk for a month. who whispers filthy lines and praises in your ear, even when you can't form sentences. "s’en sortir si bien pour moi, n’est-ce pas ? tu vas encore jouir, chérie?"

chuuya nakahara, who you wish you could brainwash into loving you forever. who you are undeniably in love with. who has a young soul, taking you out till 4 in the morning. who wants to grow old with you, holding your wrinkled hand throughout the day. who loves you like you're 17, even when you push 70. who wants the only flashing lights to be the stars as he gets down on one knee, watching your eyes fill with tears as he makes it official.

chuuya nakahara, who you would say yes to again, and again, and again. who becomes your best friend, your soulmate, your husband, and your future with one kiss. who takes you somewhere else with the touch of his hands. who takes you to paris on your 5th anniversary, letting you watch the city go up in lights at midnight. whose blue eyes can only see you.

[moomuzan]

LET ME F✸CKING DECORATE YOU, DOLL

ft. gn!reader x chuuya

sum. chuuya bought a piercing gun. a-fucking-what? i meant, a new toy. and he will most happily pierce your nipples. the catch? his dick gets rock hard! 3.3k

warnings. explicit sexual content (mdni), oral (throat-fucking), stigmatophilia, piercing play, breath and power play, manhandling, d/s, established relationship, praise, cursing, reader’s gender is not specified, anypov

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

“What… what’s all this?” you asked, wary, as you finally stepped into the apartment, locking your eyes on him.

“A new toy,” he said smoothly, lips curving into a smirk that was dangerous and magnetic all at once. Pushing off the doorway, Chuuya moved with that effortless grace he always carried, sauntering to the table. His gloved fingers wrapped around the piercing gun, caressing the metal like it was something precious. The way he handled it sent a shiver rippling through you.

“You’re not serious,” you murmured, though your voice wavered under his unrelenting gaze.

Tilting his head as his smirk deepened, he turned back to you. “Oh, I’m dead serious.” His eyes darkened, the predatory gleam in them sharpening as he stalked closer. “And of course, it’s for you. Who else?”

“Me?” you echoed, your pulse quickening.

Eyes narrowing just slightly, the heat of his gaze rooted you to the spot. “You trust me, don’t you?”

The way he said it wasn’t a question—it was a command dressed in velvet, impossible to resist. Your throat tightened, but you nodded before you could even think to stop yourself. “I… yeah. I trust you.”

“Good.” His voice dropped lower, that single word wrapping around you like a leash. He stepped closer, his scent—cigarettes and faint leather—curling around you. One gloved hand reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering in a way that made your skin tingle. “Take off your shirt.”

For half a heartbeat you froze, the words sinking in, but the command in his tone left no room for hesitation. With trembling hands, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, letting it fall to the floor. The cool air of the apartment licked against your skin, raising goosebumps along your arms and chest.

A possessive hunger gleaming in their depths, Chuuya’s eyes dragged over you, slow and deliberate. Of course, he didn’t bother to hide the way his gaze lingered on your bare breasts, the intensity of his stare making your stomach flip. “Perfect,” he murmured under his breath, as if talking to himself.

Without another word, he grabbed one of the alcohol swabs from the table, tearing the packet open with his teeth. The sharp, medicinal scent filled the air again as he stepped closer, swiping the cold swab across your nipple. You flinched at the sudden chill, though his other hand was already on your waist, steadying you with a firm grip that sent heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Hold still,” he breathed, the rough edge in his voice doing little to hide his excitement. Leaning in, his breath warm against your neck, his gloved fingers pinched your nipple, pulling it taut. The sensation was sharp, almost painful, and yet it sent a strange thrill shooting through you.

The sharp, satisfying click of the piercing gun echoed in the stillness, followed by stinging pain and the faintest gasp that spilled from your lips—a sound so soft, yet it sent a bolt of electricity straight through him. Chuuya’s gloved fingers lingered on your skin, his gaze fixed on the glint of the small metal bar now nestled against your flushed flesh. While his chest tightened, hot breath catching in his throat, a surge of heat and possession roared through his middle, his dick hardening ever so slightly.

Fuck, he hadn’t expected it to hit him this hard.

Yet, the sight of your body trembling under his hands, so vulnerable yet trusting, was enough to push him beyond reason. Every little sound you made—every hitch of your breath, every sharp intake of air left his blood thrumming with a visceral kind of hunger, one he could feel coiling low in his stomach and pooling between his thighs. It stoked the fire inside him, making his, still, clothed length twitch in need.

You were perfect. Too fucking perfect.

Almost glittering, the cool gleam of the piercing caught the dim light as he adjusted it with careful fingers, though his composure was fraying fast. His hands twitched, aching to touch you everywhere, to leave marks and claim you in ways that went beyond the smooth metal now decorating your skin. His gloves only heightened the frustration, a barrier between him and the heat of your body. It made him want to rip them off, to feel your softness and warmth directly, to let his bare hands roam freely. But no—he liked the control the leather afforded him, the precision. He couldn’t lose himself just yet. Not completely.

But God, the way your chest rose and fell, the way your body leaned into his touch despite the pain, had his head spinning. His cock strained against his pants, throbbing almost painfully as he watched you squirm under him. Pulse racing, his breathing grew heavier with each passing second. You weren’t even trying, and yet you were undoing him, piece by piece.

In contrast, the second piercing was worse—no, better. The sound you made this time wasn’t just a gasp; it was a moan, soft and breathless, and it went straight to his dick. A growl rumbled low in his throat, his control slipping as he worked the piercing into place. Feelingl the heat radiating off you, the way your thighs pressed together, as if you were trying—and failing—to fight off your own growing arousal. It made him grin, feral and wicked.

You were as undone by this as he was.

He couldn’t stop himself from brushing his fingers over the fresh piercings, watching the way you shivered, the way your lips parted as you sucked in a shaky breath. Twitching in response, his cock ached intensifying, growing by the second. It wasn’t just lust—it was something primal, something deeper. Seeing you like this, vulnerable and marked by him, flipped a switch in his brain. You were his now, utterly and completely.

Chuuya leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his voice dropped, thick and rough with need. “You don’t even know what you do to me,” he growled as his gloved hand slid down your side, gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises. Momentarily, his teeth grazed your earlobe, and he let out a shuddering breath, barely holding himself together. “Seeing you like this—knowing I did this to you—fuck.”

His hand drifted lower, tracing the curve of your thigh before stopping just short of where he knew you wanted him. He chuckled darkly when you squirmed, tilting your head back to meet his burning gaze. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, decorated like the possession you are,” he croaked, his voice thick with possession and desire. “You don’t even know how hard I am right now, do you?”

With rising hunger, he let his gloved fingers trail back up to your chest, brushing against the metal, barely even pulling on it, which made you gasp again. Yet, your aching sounds only drove him further in this abyss of utter lust, his body demanding more, more, more. His lips curled into a smirk, his pupils blown wide as he watched you unravel beneath his touch.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice a low, primal growl as his hand slid to your throat, gripping you just enough to make your pulse quicken. “Every fucking inch of you. I’ll make you never forget that.”

By now, the tension in the air was electric, a raw, unyielding charge that seemed to pulse between you. Chuuya’s piercing gaze locked onto yours, sharp and feral, as if every ounce of restraint had finally snapped. Before you could steady your breath, he was on you, his hands gripping your waist with bruising strength. The sheer force of him sent you stumbling backward until the edge of the table bit into the back of your thighs. In one fluid motion, he hoisted you up with ease, setting you down with enough force to make the table shudder beneath you.

“Stay,” he commanded roughly, yet he didn’t give you enough time to react, anyway, before his hands were on your shoulders. Forcefully, his brute strength pressed you back against the table, pinning you there with one hand splayed across your chest, the other braced on the desk beside you, the cool surface bit into your skin, a stark contrast to the overwhelming heat radiating from him as he loomed over you.

Chuuya’s breath had become uneven by then, his chest rising and falling heavily as he stared down at you. For a moment, it was as if he’d forgotten to move, frozen in place by the sight of you sprawled beneath him—vulnerable, trembling, and completely at his mercy. As though he was committing every curve and dip of your body to memory, his gloved hand trailed down the warm flesh of your stomach, slow and deliberate. His eyes darkened further, the hunger in them growing sharper with every passing second.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with something primal as his fingers, yet again, trailed over your stabbed, swollen nipples, brushing against the small glint of metal and earning a sharp intake of breath from you. The sound made him falter, his jaw tightening as a groan rumbled low in his throat. “It’s—You’re unbearable.”

Stepping back slightly, enough to stand fully before you, his presence ever so towering and suffocating, he drank in the sight of you. His hands moved to his belt, undoing it with practiced ease, the sharp clink of the buckle making your stomach twist in anticipation. But he didn’t rush, didn’t make a move to strip further just yet. Instead, he leaned in close, his gloved hand gripping your chin as he tilted your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with possession, every inch of him demanding your submission.

“Open up.”

Before you even realized you were obeying, your lips parted, your body responding to the sheer weight of his presence. The smirk that curved his lips was pure sin, feral and triumphant as he reached for the glove on his right hand, tugging it off with his teeth. The sight of his bare hand—strong, calloused, and utterly confident—made your heart pound in your chest.

“That’s it,” his tone was dripping with satisfaction as he slid his thumb into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue. Meant to make you feel the roughness of his skin, his touch was firm, unrelenting, as he explored the softness of your mouth. “So obedient,” he muttered lowly, almost like a growl. “Do you even realize how good you look like this? Completely laid out for me, marked like a pet, doing exactly what I say.”

While his thumb pressed down harder, making you suck instinctively, his pupils blew wide at the sensation. A sharp, guttural groan escaped him that made his hips jerk forward slightly, the strain in his pants unmistakable. “Shit,” he hissed, pulling his thumb free with a slick pop that made his cock twitch. “Gonna’ unmantle you for behaving so well today.”

The man straightened, then, his lips curling into a wicked grin as his gaze raked over you. His arousal was palpable, his cock straining visibly against his pants, the evidence of his need impossible to ignore. At this point, he was only barely holding himself together, the sight of you pinned beneath him, trembling, marked and pliant, fraying the last threads of his restraint.

One hand moved to his belt yet again, undoing the rest of it with a sharp, deliberate pull. He didn’t look away from you as he worked, the air between you heating up as his cock sprang free from his pants, flushed and hard, the tip glistening with arousal, sticky pre-cum hugging the tip.

Wrapping his own hand around the length of his dick, he let out a shaky breath, his restraint fraying as he stroked himself lazily. For a brief moment, his head tilted back, teeth biting down on his bottom lip, and he groaned so throaty it almost startled you. Drunk in this moment, driven by your very own blooming arousal, your gaze was demanding, pleading, maybe even fuck-faced, yet ultimately glazed by pure need. When his eyes returned to yours, they appeared to have gotten darker, almost feral.

“Now, you’re going to take care of me,” he commanded while his gloved hand returned to the back of your head, threading through your hair and tugging just hard enough to make your scalp tingle. He guided your face closer, his cock brushing against your lips as he grinned down at you, feral and dripping with lust. “And if you perform well enough, I might even allow you to cum afterwards. Is that clear?”

When you merely nodded breathlessly, his free hand abruptly shot to your chest, furiously flicking the metal barrel that divided your hardened nipple with his index finger. A pain—so abstract it jarred your brain chemistry—jolted through your body. “Fucking answer me,” Chuuya hissed.

“Y-yes.” A silent cry escaped your lips. “I’ll be good.”

“That’s better.”

The heat of him was overwhelming, the sheer size of his length making your breath hitch as the tip pressed against your parted lips, then. Driven by compulsion, he didn’t give you time to think, his gloved hand tightening in your hair as he roughly pushed forward, his cock sliding past your lips and onto your tongue.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice trembling as his head tipped back. The warmth of your mouth, the softness of your tongue—it was almost too much. His hips bucked forward slightly, forcing you to take him deeper, after a sharp gasp escaping your lips sent a bolt of pleasure straight through his every being. His bare hand gripped the edge of the table to steady himself, his knuckles white as he tried to keep from losing control completely.

“That’s it.” Speaking a foul language of its own, his gaze pierced through your soul. The sight of you, your lips stretched around him, your eyes wide and teary as you struggled to take him all—it was enough to make his cock throb, the ache in his body intensifying. “Aren’t you the prettiest with my cock in your tight little mouth?”

Upon maddening thrusts that forced you to take more of him, he sheathed himself inside your dripping mouth, hitting your throat in a way that made stars explode behind your eyelids. Controlling your movements as he guided you, his gloved hand tightened in your hair, setting a slow, yet demanding pace that had his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathed as he mentally fought to keep himself from snapping. “So fucking perfect—taking me so well, like you were made for this.”

With quickening pace, then, the sound of your muffled breaths and the wet slide of his cock in your mouth filling the room, his grip on the edge of the table tightened. His head tilted back again, a low, guttural groan spilling from his lips as he let himself indulge in the heat of your mouth, the way your tongue moved against him, the way your throat constricted as he pushed deeper.

“You’re mine,” he snarled, his voice rough with possession as he thrust into your mouth harder, the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter. “Only mine.”

For you, however, the pain, perversely mixed with pleasure, was almost unbearable. Making it hard to breathe, your throat kept burning with each, merciless impact as he buried himself further, the slick pressure of your tongue sending him closer to the edge. Every motion felt like fire, consuming your body, no, fuelling it, as tears welled in the corners of your eyes.

“Fuck,” he growled, the word half-snapped and guttural, his voice rough with desperation. “You’re driving me insane—fucking perfect, just like this.”

Simply primal, the unrestrained hunger twisting into something sharper—more wicked, his gaze shifted, darkening further. His bare hand moved from the edge of the desk, sliding down your neck and wrapping firmly around your throat. The pressure wasn’t overwhelming at first, but it was enough to make your pulse race, the weight of his palm against your skin stealing a faint wisp of air.

“I like it when you struggle.”

Your breath hitched in response to the dual sensations of his cock hitting the back of your throat, while his hand added more than enough pressure around your neck. Ever so slightly, this constriction made you acutely aware of every inch of him—the hardness of his body, the heat radiating from his skin, the raw power in the way he dominated you completely.

With his grip tightening around your throat, the world began to dim around the edges, your vision tunneling as he held you in place, his cock buried to the hilt in your mouth.

He didn't say a word, didn't utter a sound. He didn't need to. The message was clear in the way he looked at you, his eyes burning with a ferocity that stole your breath and set your nerves alight. The way he moved, each roll of his hips a deliberate, measured thrust that forced your throat to stretch around his thick length.

Instinctively, your nails dug into his arms, a silent plea for mercy, for reprieve. But there was no mercy in his expression, only a ruthless determination to claim every inch of your body, to mark you, all while using your mouth like it was made for his pleasure alone.

Hyper-aware of you struggling beneath him, his cock twitched against your tongue as the tight coil of heat in his core threatened to snap. His hand on your throat flexed, his grip tightening as he leaned over you. “I owe you,” he snarled, his tone dripping with possession as his hand squeezed harder, cutting off your air completely for a moment. Panicked, your chest burned as you struggled to inhale. Still, the way your throat tightened reflexively around him sent him spiraling. “Fuck—gonna’ cum, don’t you dare spill one drop.”

It was the moment your throat spasmed again when he broke. The red-haired let out a guttural groan, his hips slamming forward as his orgasm ripped through him, violent and overwhelming. His hand tightened on your neck as he came, the pressure leaving you lightheaded as he spilled his semen into your mouth, the heat of him flooding your tongue like a warm welcome. The way you convulsed beneath him—helpless, gasping—only intensified the pleasure, his body trembling as wave after wave crashed over him.

“Swallow it,” he reminded before his grip on your throat, eventually, loosened slightly, just enough to let you suck in a shaky breath, but his hand didn’t leave your neck entirely. The possessive weight of it lingered, a reminder of who owned you.

When he finally pulled back, his cock slipping from your mouth with a wet pop, he stood over you, his chest rising and falling heavily as he caught his breath. Brushing over the faint marks left by his grip, his fingers lingered on your throat, and he smirked down at you, his expression dark and triumphant.

“You took it so fucking well.“ His eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as he straightened, gently tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, adding “Don’t worry,” as he leaned down to brush his lips against your forehead. “I promised I’d make you cum, too.”

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[fyodor-s-rat]

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS - when they want a hug

ft.: Dazai, Kunikida, Akutagawa, Chuuya, Nikolai, Fyodor

summary: what do they do when they want a hug?

Dazai

he's overall very touchy and clingy

so hugs with him are a regular thing

he just unexpectedly throws his arms around you, pulling you close

his grip is surprisingly strong, and he won't let you go easily

sometimes you're just chilling on a couch and he basically jumps on you, making you yelp

Kunikida

he's not the type to just come to you and hug you regularly

this doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy hugging you, he simply forgets because of all the work he has

but when he's really stressed, he tends to hug you from the back

he unexpectedly wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder

you just stay like this for a while, not saying a word

Akutagawa

he won't ask for a hug ever.

but he secretly craves physical touch

hovewer, he would rather die than admit it

so you're the one who initiates the hug usually

but when he's needy and you're busy at the moment, he tries to make small hints

(he just stares at you)

and he gets frustrated when you don't get his hints and ignore it

so he just activates rashomon, pulling you close to him by your waist

he won't let you go easily, his hand resting on the back of your head and the other around your waist

Chuuya

this guy gets what he wants

so when he's needy for a hug, he just says something like "come here, darling" and extends both arms

but sometimes, when he's in a bad mood, he doesn't say a thing, he just wraps his arms around you

he loves when you scratch his hair

his hold is really tight

he likes to squeeze your ass while hugging you

Nikolai

he's similarly clingy like Dazai

he just appears next to you out of nowhere and pulls you close

he always does it so aggressively tho 😭

his large body is practically suffocating you

loves being a big spoon as much as being a little spoon

very touchy, he likes to touch you everywhere

loves giving you head pats

Fyodor

let's be honest, he's not very fond of physical touch of any kind

but that doesn't mean he completely hates it

he's still just a human after all, and even though he seems emotionless, i hold onto the belief that he has emotions deep down

hovewer, when he does want a hug on rare occasions, he won't say it. nuh uh

he would take action

fyodor would reach for you and pull you into his embrace

his arms wrapped around your body, but never touching any explicit area (if you know what i mean)

it is kind of strange, he doesn't say a thing while holding you

he always pulls away first, quietly walking elsewhere

[strawbqq]

―⟡𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙛

[Warnings: none, all fluff, x gn!reader✰] [Word count: 256 || 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂.ᐟ]🍓

sfw. hcs

shows his affection through gift-giving or quality time

since bros rich af, he will spoil you w/ so much expensive gifts all the time!! ＼(≧▽≦)／

takes his duty as your bf VERY seriously

def. leaning toward the overprotective/dominant side

probably gets jealous very easily lmao

against showing too much affection in public bc of his involvement with the mafia, but would let u hold his hand

very clingy and touchy at home, loves to hug u from behind <33

absolutely luuuuuuuuv to cuddle with you all the time!!! ( ' ▽ ' )

whines and mopes around when u don't give him enough attention, please hug him and say u love him ♡

has those cute lil stuffed animals and things around his apartment, don't tell anyone tho he's into sanrio you cant change my mind

an excellent cook. he's like a housewife, does all the chores

scared of roaches, one time he had an unfortunate encounter with one in the bathroom and threw his cinnamoroll slipper at it

loves it when u play with his hair

(make him take his hat off first)

secretly loves it when u wear his clothes but would never admit it

heaviest sleeper in all of existence, doesn't wake up even if u jump him

chases you around when you call him short lmao

10/10 as a bf, tsundere darling (¬‿¬ )

a/n: omigosh love him sm!!!! hes so sweet (✧ω✧) but REQUESTS ARE OPEN REQUSTS ARE OEOJA NREQUESTS ARE OPEN REQUESTS ARE OPEN PLEASE REQUEST sorry

𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾.ᐟ ʚ🍓ɞ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs + ʟɪᴋᴇs ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

o(≧▽≦)o

[ceranchi]

Chuuya headcanons

* Secretly a cat person: I know that everyone already know that he is a dog person but Despite his tough exterior, Chuuya has a soft spot for cats. He'd often sneak out to the local cat café to pet them.

* A skilled cook: He enjoys cooking and is surprisingly good at it. He often makes elaborate meals for himself and sometimes shares them with Dazai.

* Has a fear of heights: Ironically, for someone who can manipulate gravity, Chuuya has a fear of heights. He avoids looking down from tall buildings and prefers to stay on the ground floor.

* Loves to collect hats: His signature hat is not the only one he owns. He has a collection of different hats that he wears depending on his mood.

* A lover of spicy food: He has a high tolerance for spicy food and enjoys trying new dishes from different cultures.

* A terrible dancer: Despite his agility and grace in battle, Chuuya has two left feet when it comes to dancing. He avoids social events that involve dancing at all costs.

* A secret romantic: Despite his tough exterior, Chuuya believes in love and romance. He often writes poetry and songs about love, but he never shares them with anyone.

* A collector of vintage items: He has a collection of vintage items, including old coins, stamps, and antique jewelry.

* A terrible liar: He is terrible at lying and often gets caught in his own lies. This often leads to comical situations, especially when he tries to lie to Dazai.

* A secret fan of anime and manga: He enjoys watching anime and reading manga in his free time. He often hides his manga collection from his colleagues, fearing they will judge him.

[yebyyhfushi]

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