#chuuya and his bike

[pleucas]

most feared duo in yokohama

[lotus-pear]

bike stickers

[osamucide]

i just love the thought that, in theory, every bsd character can drive and owns a car except dazai

[askchuuyanakahara]

hello chuuya :) *bites you*

Chuuya: "Don't touch me."

@evermorethecrow

Chuuya: "Thank goodness.."

@sunflowerfield-29

Chuuya: "It'd be nice to just sit somewhere warm and drink some wine, I don't mind where."

[suicide-core]

No but imagine how absolutely FUCKING FUNNY it'll be if mafia!dazai and chuuya had an undercover mission in a school right? And their education level isnt up to date yes? So like they're okay in practical subjects but absolutely clueless in any type of science where theory is required and both of them thought they'd be kinda okay at math since dazai is SMART smart and chuuya is somewhere there beside him at the intelligence level

But then suddenly they have mathematics more than your usual add, minus, multiply, divide and both of them are like ??????

Because why the FUCK do u need to learn some weird trigonometric table??? And proving a triangle is a triangle???? And ratios ???

Both of them are the last students in class but they're like mehh because they dont give a shit like that but their math teacher is absolutely LOSING IT because 2 boys who should have ample knowledge about these topics at this class dont have a SINGLE clue and he wants to fix this since SOMEONE has to and its unideal for them to lag behind like that

Chuuya and dazai absolutely fuck up the guy's schedules for everything because hey they might as well have some entertainment while they're at it right? And the teacher does the most awsome tricks whenever he's mad (counting to ten and holding in his anger while chuuya is reciting his MULTIPLICATION TABLES WRONG) (staring at dazai with a look of absolute HORROR when dazai just recites suicide drugs from the top of his head after not being able to understand angles)

Bonus: at the end of the mission both of them kind of disappear and the teacher gets super fucking concerned because their contacts, guardians, everything is just missing and he thinks oh god maybe the taller kid killed himself or maybe the shorter one got himself wind up somewhere he shouldnt be because he talks too much

And to figure where the students are because NO ONE is doing anything, he ends up at the ADA

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

Nobody warned me Stormbringer would be so sad 🫠

[chuuyrr]

my exams are officially over yipeee◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜₊˚⊹ ᰔ

[with-my-calamitous-love]

just thinking about chuuya spoiling the absolute fuck out of you.

$7 coffee? he’s got it.

your entire amazon wishlist? taken care of.

those cute, sheer, expensive clothes you absolutely don’t need but want? he’s got that for you and more.

and its not just limited to money. chuuya treats you like you’re made of diamonds. he especially loves taking you out for joyrides on his motorcycle so he can show you off. you and the bike, (he also calls it his baby) but mostly you.

he’s generous, and loving, and sweet like candy, even in the bedroom. until he isn’t.

chuuya is a rough lover, pulling orgasms out of you like its second nature. after a long day of spoiling and pampering you, he’ll spank you and tug your hair until you suck his cock the way he likes it.

“c’mon, cherie.” he groans, head thrown back while he sits on the couch, blue eyes watching you. “i worked you better than that, doll.”

your misty eyes while bobbing your head up and down isn’t lost on him. you shamelessly watch him, seeing his silky white shirt unbuttoned white your lipstick stains on his muscles. you can’t wait to get on his lap and ease down onto him, but not until chuuya says you can.

he groans again, his gloved hands slicking your hair back into a makeshift ponytail while you suck him off. he knows he’s being an asshole, and he knows you love it.

“tellement bien, jolie fille.” he praises, words rolling off his tongue in a way that makes your inside stir for him. “i’m gonna cum.”

he looks down at you and takes pity, wiping your tears. he almost laughs, seeing the expensive clothes he tore off of you ruthlessly. he’ll fuck you good as a reward, and buy you 10 more. 💋

[osachiyo]

riding chuuya on his motorcycle 😋 yummy - 🪽

not you always sending the best asks mwah 💋

What was supposed to be a fun night out riding on your boyfriend’s bike somehow ended up with you riding him in an empty parking lot instead. Not like you were complaining or anything — considering the way your velvety walls clenched around his fat cock like a vice every time Chuuya hit that one spongy spot inside of you — yeah, you were in no position to complain.

"God, best fuckin' pussy ever," Chuuya moaned, jaw slacking at the way you hopped on his dick like you couldn't live without it. Watching as your tits bounced up and down with every move of your delicious hips — it drove him fucking mad. He couldn't help but pop one in his mouth, suckling and drooling around your pebbled nipple while his gloved hands found your hips — slim fingers digging into the plushness.

"F-feel's s'good, Chuu -" you mewled out — glossy lips formed into a cute little pout which only made him want to fuck you even harder.

“Oh baby, my sweet girl — hope y’know m’not - fuckkk- letting ya go until we're b-both fuckin' ruined.”

You were so pretty on top of him, body slick with sweat moving up and down so shamelessly on his dick — incoherent words slurring out of your mouth that he couldn't even understand.

Chuuya couldn't even think straight anymore — the sticky grip of your cunt frying his brain up, eyelids shutting closed — the tip of his cock aching so good from being mashed into your g-spot repeatedly.

"O-oh—" A sharp gasp tore from your candied lips when you felt Chuuya's gloved fingers rub quick circles on your clit — spreading your sloppy slick all over the expensive leather - your tummy clenching and unclenching from the pleasure.

"Oh yeaaah — cum f'me, doll. know you can do it - haahh- cum on this fuckin' cock." Chuuya groaned as you gushed all over his cock, completely soaking the seat of his bike but shit, he couldn't care less — not when your pussy was fluttering around his twitching girth so enticingly — almost as if you were trying to milk him for all his worth.

It wasn't long before he was filling you up with his hot load — head thrown back as he continued bouncing you up and down, heavy groans and grunts escaping through gritted teeth.

[kitasgloves]

— ♬ NSFW

Going absolutely mental about NAKAHARA CHUUYA fucking you on his motorcycle. You were desperate and being extra bratty that it was bound to happen.

Chuuya parked his bike in a discreet and dark alleyway. You were sitting in front of him, your back facing him. You leaned forward with a sultry smirk, bending over to permit him to flip your skirt. Chuuya chuckles darkly as he flips your skirt upwards to reveal your lacy thong, he bites back a groan from the sight. You dig your teeth down on your bottom lip when his gloved hand slides your thong aside to see your glistening folds.

"Fuck, doll"

You let out a soft whine when his fingers began to massage your folds, gasping when he finds your clit and gives it an exciting pinch. Your wetness was dripping on his palms seamlessly.

"You dirty fucking whore"

"M'sorry, can't help it. You look so hot, Chuu"

You batted your eyelashes at him from over your shoulder but he grits his teeth and smacks your ass instead. A shuddered gasp leaves you as pleasure blooms in your core. Chuuya's fingers resume playing with your dripping folds.

"You couldn't wait 'til we got home, huh? What a desperate slut"

"Please, Chuu, I need you"

Chuuya's breath hitches when you started grinding your ass against his crotch, he hisses when your ass felt at his prominent bulge. He throws his head back to let out a stifled groan and reaches to grab a fistful of your hair.

"You better stay quiet if you want to cum on my cock, doll"

He chuckles when you nod frantically in response. This was a bad idea, he thinks. Sweat trickles down from his forehead as he frees his hard dick out of his pants. This was stupid, fucking you on his motorcycle with no condom on was reckless. Yet, it aroused him all the same.

He gathers your slick on the tip of his cock, he tries not to tease you too much, eager to feel your sweet and warm walls envelop him from the inside. One of your hands gripped the handlebars when he pushed in, the delightful stretch almost sends your eyes rolling back. As Chuuya begins a languid pace, he settles his hands on your hips. His breath turns labored as he picks up the pace.

"Mmmh, oh fuck!"

You let out a half-yell before slapping a hand against your mouth, you hear him snicker from behind you. Chuuya waits to get comfortable before deciding to brutally thrust forward at your special spot.

"Chu-!"

You go cross-eyed and limp while Chuuya starts to abuse your cervix from behind. He laughs lowly at the sight of you drooling and getting fucked silly on his motorcycle. Your face rests on the windshield of his motorcycle, and your saliva is trailing down on it. He growls when he feels his abdomen tightening and his hips stuttering.

"Shit, gonna cum inside, babydoll"

"Mmmh, yes!"

You could feel your orgasm approaching with the way he's repeatedly slamming against all the right places inside of you. Chuuya feels you tightening around him and he grins. One hand leaves your hips to reach down and rub delicious circles on your clit. Immediately, your eyes fly to the back of your skull. Chuuya's grip on your hip tightens while the other begins rubbing frantically on your sensitive nub. He watches you cum, your entire body spasming and your walls tightening around his cock. He instantaneously cums after.

"Fucking take it! Take it all, doll"

His warm cum paints your walls and you let out a relieved moan. Chuuya carefully pulls out and watches remnants of his cum dripping from your pussy and landing on his motorcycle. The sight made his entire body flush, he took off his hat and ran a hand through his orange locks. You only giggled at him as you pulled your thong up and fixed your skirt down. The feeling of Chuuya's cum still dripping from your core sends a delicious shiver down your spine. You switched places and sat behind him on his motorcycle, he was still catching his breath when you leaned down to whisper against his ear.

"I can't wait to ride you when we get home"

Chuuya chokes on his spit. There was a determined glint in his eyes when he zipped up his pants, put on his hat, and started the engine. You screamed when he pulled his motorcycle back on the road, going beyond the legal speed limit on the way home.

dude, imagine poor Albratoss in the afterlife watching everything and sobbing "this isn't why I gave you my motorcycle, bro"

[pleucas]

CHUUYA!!!! and his bike

[demon-kumo]

𝐀𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐀 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➤ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐫, 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧.

➤ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

➤ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡-𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who always means what he said when he confessed where you both first met. Gently kissing you to prove he means what he says.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who always kisses your lips with softness before he goes on a dangerous mission. Promising to return to you.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who always helps you wash the dishes and places foam against your nose with a small laugh.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who blocks you from paying and humors you by telling you he will let you pay next time. Though he never does let you.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman that always gives you his coat when the rain makes it’s unexpected visit.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who always offers his hand to dance with you. He who smirks as his face become close as he dips, kissing your red dusted cheek.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who helps his woman unpack her baggage, rubbing your back and hugs you close as you cry in his chest.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who would kill anyone who dares to even harm a hair on your pretty head. Two words and a name, will happily take care of it for you.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who keeps no secrets from you. He spills his past and holds his breath when you hug and tell him that you still love him.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who takes you out and doesn’t care if you pout as he buys you all that you could ever desire.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who never judges and instead tries news things with you. You who sings into an air mic in the living room and he who laughs as he drops his coat and skids on the carpet playing the air guitar just to make you happy.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who finds himself hugging you from behind with a grin as he watches you bake a cake.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who always holds the door for you and pulls back you chair. He who acts so chivalrous just for a kiss.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who helps you chose an outfit and helps with hair, but always says you look your best with your natural beauty.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who likes to take you on midnight rides on his bike on the days you can’t sleep. Smiling as you hug him close.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who prepares a romantic bath for the both of you and looks away as you strip just in case you feel uncomfortable.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who always asks for consent before going any further. Softly hugging you as he places his forehead against yours as you nod making him push you back against the bed.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who gives you the best after care but makes no effort to hide the marks you had given him. Smirking as he claims his want to show off how much you love him.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who secretly measures your ring size and before he comes home he looks at rings that he one day wants to sit on your finger.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who feels a tear in his eyes as he recited his speech before kneeling down on his knee. Smiling and gives you passionate kiss when you yelled yes.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who holds your hand as he says his vows, a look full of love and adoration as he looks at you with love. Removes your veil and kisses like the day he confessed.

Chuuya Nakahara, a gentleman who will never stop loving you and lives to be your loyal lover and husband. He who lives and can’t live without you, who makes him happy. Who makes him feel human.

This has been in my drafts for so fucking long! Finally posted it! Honestly I believe that Chuuya would be such a gentlemen, like no contest - Kumo

[after-witch]

To the Top [Yandere Chuuya x Reader]

Title: To the Top [Yandere Chuuya x Reader]

Synopsis: Over the past few months of your pregnancy, you’ve never been sweeter to Chuuya. Little does he know that for every smile you’ve given him, you’ve stashed away something for your escape. 

Word count: 3100ish

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, reader is pregnant, abusive behavior  (chains, restrictions, food control, etc)

Life in this shut-up penthouse was never exactly invigorating--but over the past few months it has become unbearable. And that unbearable, stifling heaviness weighing you down every single day has taken its toll in more ways than one. 

It’s made you feel like you’re going to lose it at any moment. It’s made you feel like you’d rather be anywhere than here.

You want to get out.

Chuuya had rules for you, of course, when he first started keeping you here. They came slow--a leash that tightened before you realized it--and sure. 

But now, with your belly swollen and growing bigger by the day, he’s completely taken control. 

You’re not allowed to go outside, even with Chuuya, even surrounded by bodyguards ready to take a bullet or unload them into any would-be assassins. Those brief bouts of fresh air were one of the few bright spots in your life, now blotted out from Chuuya’s paranoia of losing you. 

You’re not allowed to use your exercise bike or take a swim in the heated indoor pool tucked in the basement. It doesn’t matter how much you argue that you should be exercising for the sake of your health, because Chuuya says he does let you exercise. According to him, anyway.

He only lets you do the mildest--and you do mean mildest--of aerobic exercises in the pool. Only under supervision, and the moment you look like you want to start leaning into the water and getting in a nice backstroke, Chuuya orders you out and you’d best comply if you ever want to see the pool again for the next 2 years.

You’re not allowed to eat whatever you want, even when your cravings feel like they’re going to eat you from the inside out. He doesn’t starve you, no, no, no. But you can’t have a big juicy cheeseburger topped with bacon and a side of onion rings, a heavenly concoction that makes you drool just to think of it. 

If you must have a burger, and it’s a big if--Chuuya allows you to eat a made-from-scratch ground turkey burger with low fat cheese and a side of mashed sweet potato (no butter, no extra salt!) all courtesy of the well-trained personal chef Chuuya hired to live in the building. 

They’re the reason you are eating three square meals and two snacks a day, and the reason each and every meal is perfectly designed to eat every nutrition goal. Everything you eat is always nutritious and sure, the food isn’t disgusting… but it’s not fucking fair, is it, that you can’t just eat what you want when you want. 

Chuuya insists you eat only the best of foods. He makes sure every meal comes with a little cup of medicine--prenatal vitamins and anything else the doctor thinks will help keep you safe during your pregnancy. 

He doesn’t let you run around or fret or clean or do much of anything at all. He doesn’t want you to exert yourself, he says. You can’t eat what you want or do what you want or go where you want. 

It’s all too much.

You fought at first. You argued. You pleaded. But it didn’t do anything but make Chuuya tighten his hold on you.

And that’s why you accept his rules now with the utmost of patience and sweetness that you can muster. Oh, you haven’t given in. You aren’t meekly submitting to Chuuya and agreeing that he surely knows what’s best for you.

You’re just biding your time for the day when you can get the hell out of here.

Besides, you needed a little bit of freedom if you were going to escape. And a little bit of freedom was all you were going to get.

Early on in the pregnancy, Chuuya kept you locked in the bedroom when he was away because you fought him too much. A chain around your ankle kept you from even trying to get out the bedroom door.

Yes, you were given food by a stoic bodyguard throughout the day and it wasn’t like you were left to fend for yourself, but still. It would be impossible to leave if you were stuck in the bedroom all day.

Now, though, Chuuya lets you walk around the penthouse when he’s gone. He allows the chef to premake some of your meals so that you can microwave them if he’s not here to feed you; you can watch a movie in the living room or take a nap on your shared bed or whatever you’d like, as long as it’s quiet and calming. 

Because you’re good, and you’ve behaved, and you let him do what’s best for you. 

It’s not a lot of freedom. But it’s enough to give you the chance to start stashing away supplies for your escape; it’s enough to give you the perfect moment to pretend to fall asleep on the sofa before Chuuya leaves one day, so you can look just in time to see the passcode he enters on the electronic lock attached to the front door.

It’s enough to put you on the path towards freedom. 

--

Chuuya paces back and forth so rapidly that you’re starting to feel a bit dizzy. There’s a framed picture of flowers--your favorite--on the wall behind him, and you focus on that to keep yourself steady. Chuuya… flowers… Chuuya… flowers. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t go tonight. I could send someone else for this.”

“Chuuya.” 

“Or I can send one of my guards to stay in the apartment while I’m gone. Just to be safe? Shit, I don’t know.” 

“Chuuya.”

“Fuck it, I’ll call it in, I’m not going--”

“Chuuya.”

He stops, and you take the opportunity to step forward and grasp both of his hands in yours. You pull them against your chest and watch as his expression goes from agitated and fretful to sweet, almost puppy-love. Every time you touch him without being told, it’s like you can see a sweet light spark in his eyes. Too bad you lost your spark a while ago. 

“Go,” you say, soft and sweet and so fake you wonder that he can’t see through it. “I’ll be fine. The building’s being guarded, and the door will be locked.” The tension begins to melt from his shoulders, and you continue. “Just come home safe, all right?”

His frown holds for only a moment more, then it splits into a grin.

“Yeah. Yeah… You’re right.” He lifts his hands, taking yours with them, so that he can press a short kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll be back in the early morning--don’t wait up for me, you two need your sleep. Got it?”

We won’t be here when you get back, you think. “I know. We’ll go to bed early,” you say. 

And then you lean forward and kiss him softly on the lips, your stomach brushing against him as you do. 

He expects a kiss whenever he leaves and you’re almost happy to give it, tonight, because you know it will be the last one he ever gets from you. 

--

You don’t act right away. You’re not stupid. It’s about 2 hours after he leaves that the plan is ready to set into motion. In the meantime, you’ve read and reread the same page of your book a thousand times; sweat has begun to cling to your back as your eyes dart from the page to the clock. 

The sensation of your stomach in knots is equaled only by the frenzy of activity inside your belly--you swear they can sense what’s going on. Can they feel how your heart has begun to race? Can they tell that your muscles are tense? That your ears are strained, listening for the sound of his footsteps, in case he changed his mind?

You’re thankful that you’re not alone when you finally retrieve your bag from its hiding spot. You’ve got supplies. Some cash, food, a few water bottles. Underwear, clothes--yours and the babies--and some of the baby things Chuuya has already picked up. A blanket, a package of bottles, in case he doesn’t take to the breast.

It’s not a lot. But it will be enough to get you through to safety and freedom, and that’s all that really matters.

The bag shifts on your shoulders as you stand at the door, heart pounding, breath coming in short puffs. The guards outside the door are doing their rounds--back and forth, stopping in front of the front door of the penthouse and again at the door of the elevator just a few steps away, then going round the corner to complete a circle. 

It takes them 15 seconds to walk down the hallway once they walk away from the elevator. And you have about 60 seconds to get from the front door into the elevator before they come back. Maybe 90 seconds, maybe 2 minutes, if they stop to chat. They don’t do that with any regularity, so it’s impossible to plan for it. So you don’t. 

Instead, you count, one hand on your belly, one hand poised above the numbers on the electronic lock. It makes a noise so you have to wait to just… the right… time…

Now.

Despite all of the careful planning that went into this, as soon as your fingers press the code in, all thinking seems to cease. You are running on pure instinct. The door opens and you don’t even look to make sure the guards aren’t there, instead you fly right to the elevator door and push down.

It could all go wrong here. If someone is in the elevator, if someone is coming up from the floors, if the elevator didn’t return to the top after Chuuya left.

But the door has mercy and opens right away, and you rush into it, almost tripping over the threshold. Your finger trembles onto the close door button and it shuts. You don’t hear shouts. You don’t hear panic.

They didn’t see you.

Timing, again, is everything. You press the fifth floor so that the elevator will stop there long enough for the guards at the bottom to--you hope, you hope, you hope, if you timed it right--be around the corner as well. But there’s no telling if your timing is correct here. Maybe they don’t leave the doors at all, on the bottom floor. Maybe there are more guards, maybe they take shifts. All these maybes ball up in your stomach and take the air out of you as the elevator reaches the ground floor and opens.

You rush out without looking, but no one is there. You’re at the private back entrance and you don’t waste time thinking about how lucky you are or what to do next; you simply push yourself out the door and begin to run down the street.

It doesn’t take long for your feet to hurt. The house slippers Chuuya gives you are not meant for concrete, not meant for uneven sidewalks where people occasionally drop glass bottles and cigarette butts. 

You don’t let the pain stop you. You never have before. 

As you run, solid thoughts finally begin to return to your mind, which feels less fuzzy and more aware of the danger that you might be in. You did it. You’re out. You’re gone. You’re free. 

But not just yet, right? You need to stay hidden. You need to be safe.  You need, above all, to get off the highly visible streets. 

A sign for a bus stop catches your eye. Yes--a bus. You could let it take you as far as it will, and then go from there. But the sign says the bus stops on the hour, and there’s still 30 minutes to go--you can’t stay out on the street that long.

Instead, you slip into an alley just a little bit away from the sign. It’s close enough that you could press yourself against a wall and still keep an eye out for when the bus arrives. Will it be comfortable? No. Will it be smelly? Probably. Will you be out of public view? Yes--so that’s what you do.

You slip into the alley and immediately every nerve on your body raises because there is someone here with you.

No. Scratch that.

Two someones.

There is a man standing that you can only see from behind. He is shrouded in the shadows of the alleyway’s end, which isn’t lit by anything but the hint of light from the street. 

And there is a man on the ground, pressed against the farthest end of the alley, begging for his life. You only catch some of the words that tumble out of his desperate lips: I didn’t betray you, I swear, I swear, I can tell you everything you need to know, it wasn’t me, oh please, fuck, I swear--

And then he doesn’t speak anymore because the first man shoots him in the head. He falls backward and something hits the wall and you can't help the noise of startled horror that slips out of your mouth.

The man turns around, gun drawn, and you have just enough time to think--this is it--before he steps forward. 

And… says your name?

The man is Chuuya.

The man is Chuuya, who holsters his gun and, mouth gaping, has his hands on you before you can even think about running. He’s checking you over--for bruises or cuts or who knows what else--and his grip on your forearm is relentlessly strong. 

“What the fuck? What the fuck?” He says, not believing the sight of you, even as he touches you. “Babe, what’s wrong? Did something happen? Where’s--”

And then he sees the bag slung over your shoulder. Sees how full it looks. He glances down at your stomach. Then back  up at your face.

“You were trying to leave?”

The hurt on his face might induce pity, if you weren’t currently dealing with the most horrific adrenaline rush in the world. 

“No,” you sputter. “Yes. No. I--” 

And it’s then that your body and mind crash together, and the realization that you’ve been caught catches up with you. You should run. You will run. 

And you try, but it’s a lost cause. You don’t even have enough leverage to take a step back with how tightly he’s holding you. Your mind knows this, but your body doesn’t accept it quite yet, and you squirm fruitlessly against him.

He only needs one hand to keep you by his side as he takes out his phone and barks out an order at someone to come take care of the body of the poor dead man in the alley.

Then he looks back at you and hurt, fear, anger, play out on his face in a series of moments. 

“We’re going,” he tells you. He’s back on his phone, another order. A car to pick you up. 

His voice promises locked doors and lost privileges, yes, but there’s something else simmering in there that has you yanking back feebly as he drags you out of the alley and into an unmarked car.

--

Every guard Chuuya crosses stammers out apologies, swears they don’t know how this happened. Chuuya deals with them in clipped tones that make you wonder if they’ll survive the night. Reassigned, if they’re lucky.

The penthouse is just as you left it. Quiet. Clean. A now runny smoothie, fortified with vitamins and calculated with the perfect natal nutrients, sits on the counter; you didn’t drink it tonight.

Chuuya drags you through to the bedroom. All this time, he hasn’t let go of your hand. There will be finger-shaped bruises tomorrow.

You expect him to scream at you. Maybe even hurt you. A physical slap might hurt less than this all-consuming fear as he pulls you into the bedroom and gently guides you to sit down on the bed. What will he do? What will he say?

Your hand grasps your belly--please don’t hurt me.

Chuuya growls out bubbling anger, turns, and punches the wall so hard that his fist goes through the drywall. His knuckles have freckles of blood on them.

The sound, the sight of the blood, the anger pressing down on your shoulders--it’s all too much and hot tears spill over your lower eyelids and down your cheeks, salty, burning. 

He’s on his knees, immediately, wrapping his arms around your midsection and pressing kisses to your tear-stained cheeks.

“Babe, I’m sorry--I didn’t mean to scare you.” He hushes your hiccuping sobs, wiping and kissing your tears in alternate measures. “I was just so fucking mad.” 

At me? You think. 

“Those guards,” he continues, frowning. “They weren’t watching you like they should.”

“But I…” You don’t finish: But I’m the one who ran away.

Your confusion must show on your face, because he presses a kiss to your cheek, to your lips. 

“Hush. I know you’re prone to fits like this. I don’t mind. It’s why I do so much to watch over you, y’know?” He rubs at your cheeks with this thumb and cracks a smile. From the corner of your eye,  you can see the blood on his knuckles. “It was either the wall or one of those guys’ heads, right?” 

He doesn’t wait for an answer as he kisses you, more lingering this time.

“You make me crazy,” he whispers against your lips. “You know that?”

“Chuuya,” you whisper, breath mingling with this. “Please, I want to… I want to…” Leave. Be free. All words you could say, that never make their way past your lips.

He sits up taller on his knees and rests his head against your stomach. There’s a flurry of movement inside you--does the baby know he’s there? What does the baby, in all its primordial growth, think of any of today’s events?

“I know it’s scary,” Chuuya murmurs. “You don’t have to tell me. We’re about to be parents. Anyone would be worried.” 

That’s not what you wanted to say. It’s hard to say if Chuuya knows it and pretends otherwise or simply doesn’t acknowledge your resistance at all. 

He sighs through his nose and closes his eyes.

“I’ll have to bring the chain back out for a while. Maybe until the baby comes.” He opens his eyes just a little and glances up at you with a smile. “But I can make it long enough for you to walk around. Doctor said you needed to stretch your legs every day, babe.”

He closes his eyes again and you don’t know what else you can do but reach out and rest your palm against his head. He leans into your touch.

“I know,” you croak out. There’s a few beats--of your heart?--and your fingers curl against his hair. “I’m sorry I went outside.” What else can you do, but lean into Chuuya, but apologize for doing what he insists you never do. Leave him, be free, live your own life.

He sighs and nuzzles himself against your stomach. He presses a soft kiss to it before pulling himself off the floor, leaning down, and kissing you on the head.

“I know, babe. Don’t worry. I’m not mad.”

You wonder what Chuuya might have done if he had gotten angry at you.

Perhaps it’s better not to know.

[sorcerersandskillusers]

Random SKK pranks I think 100% happened.

Dazai occasionally modified Chuuya's bike, so the seat was slightly higher, and the pedals were slightly lower so he couldn't quite reach them. He would then say Chuuya was shrinking and should ride a tricycle instead.

Chuuya used his ability to put Dazai's shipping container on an actual container ship (Dazai was inside at the time, he did not enjoy Australia)

Dazai replaced Chuuya's flower with plaster, Chuuya was not a fan of Dazai's "crunchy pancakes"

Whenever Dazai got captured, Chuuya would carefully follow all traffic laws and stop to help pedestrians on his way to rescue him (not his fault if Dazai got a little extra beat up)

[osarina]

ᡣ𐭩 LATE NIGHT DRIVES!

FEATURING: nakahara chuuya

SUMMARY: it's felt like ages since you've last been able to spend time with chuuya with how busy he's been with mafia business. you know he'll make up for it, he always does, but this time, he goes above and beyond even by his standards.

(wordcount: 1k; sfw; fem!reader, not really any other warnings necessary just reckless driving & some hints of sexual undertones at the end but nothing explicit)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: ive actually had this in my notes app for an absurd amount of time idk why i hoarded it for so long

You think that there's nothing more freeing than the feeling of the wind whipping around you and the night sky vast above you as you race down open roads in the countryside west of Yokohama. you laugh wildly, spreading your arms as the speedometer of Nakahara Chuuya's motorcycle continues to edge upward. 

“Oi!” You hear him shout over the wind, “How many times do I have to tell you to hold on?” 

“Relax, Chuuya,” you complain, unable to keep the glee from your voice. “I know you’ve got me. There’s nothing to be worried about.” 

You can hear him scoff loudly, but you know that if you peek over his shoulder you’ll see his pale cheeks tinted pink, as they always are when you proclaim your unwavering trust in him. 

“Just hold on, would you?” he snaps, and you can hear how flustered he is just through his tone, so you smile and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your chest against his back as you lay your cheek on his shoulder blade.

“If you wanted me to hold you so bad, you just had to say so, Chuuya,” you tease, feeling his abdomen tense beneath your touch as he bristles.

“You’re insufferable,” he murmurs. You only kiss the nape of his neck in response.

You'll admit that most people would find it reckless to be in this situation—with the speedometer crossing 150 kp/h and the streets dark and windy, but you swear it’s the safest you’ve felt in a long time. You’ve missed being with Chuuya. You’ve missed the feeling of his body against yours, you’ve missed the faint smell of wine beneath the familiar cologne he always wore, you’ve missed his sharp tongue that only ever lashes at you when you have him scared shitless with your carelessness. But in your defense, you refuse to call it careless because you know Nakahara Chuuya will never let you get hurt. 

That doesn’t stop him from getting anxious about it, though.

You smile to yourself as Chuuya finally slows down, pulling off on an unfamiliar side road leading into the woods. You prop your chin on his shoulder, laying the side of your head against his. 

“Where are you taking me?” you ask. “Finally had enough of me? Gonna kill me and dump my body in some backwoods?” 

“Yep,” he agrees easily, turning his head to the side to press a chaste kiss against your temple. 

You laugh, eyes drawing around the dark countryside before you lift one of your arms up to card your fingers through his hair.

“Quit it,” he mutters, with no heat behind the words. “You tryna make me fall asleep or something?” 

“Not my fault you’re so pretty,” you sigh, nudging your nose against his shoulder again before burying your face in the crook of his neck, basking in his presence as he slowly comes to a stop and turns off his bike.

“C’mon,” he says, “look.”

You lift your head, squinting as you look up in front of where he had come to a stop to see a small, nice cabin in a clearing within the forest. Brows furrowing, you swing your leg over the side of his motorcycle, getting off to take a few steps in the direction of the cabin, confused.

“What is this place?” you ask, turning back to look at Chuuya as he leans against his bike.

He’s watching you with a fond, affectionate expression that has your face hot because you aren’t used to catching him looking at you like that. He’s always quick to school his expression when you look his way, but he doesn’t this time.

“A place for us,” he says quietly, and you don’t know if you want to throw something at him or kiss him, throat closing up as you stare at him, trying to figure out if he's playing with you. “To get away from everything in the city.” 

“… For real?” you ask after a moment of silence, voice a bit more shaky than you intend for it to be. You know that Chuuya isn’t one to make jokes about stuff like this but you still want to be sure.

He raises his eyebrows and then tosses something in your direction. Only barely catching it, your eyes widen when you realize it’s a set of keys. 

“For real,” he agrees.

You think you might cry.

“Hey, why the hell are you crying?” 

You are crying.

Chuuya makes his way over to you quickly, gloved hands coming up to cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping away your tears as his brows furrow in confusion.

“I thought you’d like this.”

“I do,” you say immediately, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. You lean into his touch, eyes fluttering shut as he presses his lips to your forehead.

“Then why the hell are you crying?” he repeats, bemused.

“Because I’m happy, Chuuya,” you say quietly. “Really happy.”

“So you’re crying?” he questions, but then shakes his head, squinting as if to make sure you aren’t lying. Once he’s satisfied, a slow and sensual smile began to tug at the corners of his lips. “What do you say we go christen the bedroom then, yeah?”

You giggle, hand slipping down to intertwine your fingers with his as a giddy feeling spreads through you. As you drag him to the front door the cabin, you toss him a smile over you shoulder and say:

“Just the bedroom, Chuuya?” you tease. "Don't be such a prude."

You let out a shriek when you feel him suddenly grab you by the wrist, pulling you toward him before you can unlock the front door. His hands settle on your hips and you let out a pleased sigh into into his mouth when he presses his lips to yours, walking you backward until your back hits the door.

You feel him smile against your lips as he murmurs, "How about we start right here then, hm?"

[helplesspuppet-bsd]

BSD! Men x Reader Children? 

Pairings: Chuuya, Poe, Jouno, Tetchou, Fyodor x reader 

Female reader 

Established relationships 

Warnings: smut, clique scenario? Some religious themes (when it comes to Fyodor), not proofread

Overall word count: 2,989

Minors DNI 

《~☆¤☆~》

Chuuya 

Word count: 836 

Chuuya hadn’t let his view on children clear to anyone, even you were unaware of his feelings about children. 

At first, he didn’t see himself having them when he first started dating you. 

When you and Chuuya started dating, he was content on keeping it just the two of you until the end of time.  

He’d seen some of the lower-ranking members of the mafia bring their children in, as they couldn’t get someone to look after the young one.  

After a year or two of you both being in a relationship, he started to imagine himself with you having his children. 

He imagined him watching those mind-numbing cartoons with bright colours and over-exaggerated, ear bleeding voice acting. 

Chuuya knew that you would love to have a child in your life, you would love it even more if you had one with him. You didn’t care on how you and him would have a child, whether it be through you both having sex, hiring a surrogate, or adoption. 

You were beyond ecstatic when Chuuya told you he wanted to have a family with you 

Scenario 

Chuuya never had an interest in children, he didn’t see how a small human could be so fulfilling before he met you. It wasn’t on his mind when he was single. He did get along with the children that was left in the break room while their parents worked, they always had questions for him when it came to the mafia or his work. Chuuya made sure to keep everything PG for the young ones, most of them were at 12-years or under. He kept the most gruesome areas of his line of work out of the question. 

“Don’t choose it has a profession.” Chuuya would always tell them. He was aware on how hypocritical it was for him to say, but at the end of the day, the mafia was the last resort. He did explain his ability to them when one of them asked 

Then, he met you a year or two ago, and he wouldn’t trade that that time for the world. He loved you with all his heart. You had brought up the discussion of children he always told you that he was unsure. 

Yeah, he got along with the children that was in the break room at work, but he wasn’t sure if he could handle one of his own. 

He would never have guessed that the daily conversations he would have with the children would turn to him wanting one of his own, a part of him adored the way the children were curious, and innocent. 

He looked at you and could imagine your swollen belly with his child inside it. He fantasied on how a child with you would be like. It even snuck into his dreams which he woke up from with a flustered face. 

He was on his motorcycle heading back to the penthouse he shared with you, again the thought of a child entered and exited his mind as he paid attention to the empty streets, illuminated by the streetlights. it was that time of the night were most wouldn’t be outside. 

Parking his bike, he walked into the penthouse and could smell the curry that were cooking. It was one of the perks he adored about you, although he’d rather coming home to your sleeping face and cook for himself, or maybe order a takeout for himself. 

He walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as you were on the stove, his hand slowly made their way to your stomach, caressing it softly and placed light kisses on your shoulder. 

“What’s on your mind Chuuya?” You asked as you looked over at him 

“I want a baby, Y/n. I want one with you.” Chuuya whispered causing you to blush before a large smile came across your face, you quickly lowered the heat just so you could turn around to kiss your lover. 

“When?” You asked once you pulled your lips away from him. 

“Preferably as soon as possible.” Chuuya responded, his hands only remained on your stomach. He could feel your heart and your body swell with love, happiness and excitement. “Let’s eat first.” Was everything you said before turning around again and turned the heat back up to continue dinner. 

Hours after, Chuuya had you pinned on the bed, thrusting his cock in and out of you, your moans only fuelled his desire to continue. “Baby...” Chuuya moaned out as he kept going at his quick pace. “You’d be such a good mother.” he then muttered out as he let his own release come again. 

You to stayed there for a small while, both in pure bliss. 

“One more round... Please just one more round.” Chuuya begged in a whisper as his cock slowly moved in and out of your aching pussy 

He wanted to make sure that he had defiantly fucked a baby into you before the both of you fell asleep. 

Poe 

Word count: 313 

Poe already has a child. Karl.

He has expressed that he does not want (human) children, so have you.

You both have Karl, and whatever furry creature you bring into your shared home and that’s all you two needed. 

Scenario 

Poe was working on his new mystery novel for his rival, Ranpo while you fed Karl blueberries, which he took happily. 

You looked up at your loving boyfriend for a moment before smiling a little. “We still have something to talk about Poe.” You said, petting Karl. Poe looked up at you “And what is that Dearest?” Poe asked as he now averting his attention to you. 

“Children, Poe. We should discuss...” Poe cure you off before you could finish 

“We have Karl. Why would we have the need for children?” Poe asked as he continued to stare at you, “So, no kids?” You asked your lover. 

“Yes.” Poe answered. 

You let out a sigh of relief, in all honesty, you didn’t want children of your own. You found them to be insufferable, with all the screaming they do, and crying they do. Not to mention the mess they make. It just wasn’t something you were interested in having. 

“Well, if it helps, I’m not interested in having children.” You said with a smile as you went back to feed Karl blueberries. 

“You're going to spoil him like that.” Poe said as he continued writing his novel. 

“Oh, please... As if you wouldn’t spoil Karl yourself.” You said as Karl now climbed on your shoulder. “After all he’s just the cutest racoon alive.” You then cooed as Karl purred affectionately. 

Poe smiled at you two. Karl was truly like his and your baby and you and Poe, are Karls parents. That’s all you needed. 

You two didn’t want human children, but you two would be perfectly content with any animals you would adopt. 

Jouno 

Word count: 836 

Jouno, much like Chuuya, wouldn’t originally want a child.

He would find the amount of noise they make overstimulating to his sensitive ears. Jouno wouldn’t believe he’d make a good father, he is aware that he is not a good person.

Jouno found out that you wanted children at how he heard how your heartbeat quickened whenever you seen families.

However, he was still unsure on children until he saved one.

Saving a child changed his view on him as a potential father. 

The night after he saved that child he immediately after. 

Scenario 

Juono liked children, he wouldn’t want to bring them harm, but he couldn’t see himself having them, he doesn’t think he would be a good father due to his past as being a former member in a criminal organisation. 

Lately he had been noticing how his wife, you, heart rate had been increasing whenever you had been seeing how parents and their children. He could only imagine what was going through your head whenever it did. 

Jouno would come home and kiss you tenderly on the forehead as you slept at night, he would always be so gentle to you whenever he came home from a long, hard day, and found you asleep on their shared bed, you in one of his shirt because his scent lulled you to sleep, something he always teased you about. 

Deep down, Jouno knew you wanted children soon, you just had never said anything because you knew Jouno would rather have a quiet life with you, you also knew that Jouno believed he wouldn’t be the best fit to be a dad, with his criminal past and due to how long he is away each day, sometimes never coming home for weeks, sometimes months at a time. 

The turning point for Jouno was when he saved a child from a burning building, Tetchou was carrying three people at a time and was still running quickly while Teruko chased the arsonist that caused this fire. 

The crackling of the fire made it difficult for Jouno to hear people's heartbeat, thankfully he heard the cries of a young child. Jouno was quick to run to the child's location, due the fire he was unable to activate his ability. 

Jouno picked up the child and began to run as if his own life depended on it, he felt the child cling onto Jouno’s shirt, as burning timber fell in front of the exit. 

Jouno felt his own heartbeat quicken, but he had to keep his composure, “This is bad, if I don’t get out of here then...” Jouno’s thoughts tracked out to you. Jouno turned his body around. Tetchou soon came running to where Jouno currently stood, carrying two people on his shoulders, Jouno could hear his breath hitched. 

“Tetchou, make yourself useful and lend me your eyes.” Jouno said as he turned to his colleague, Tetchou had been working with Jouno for long enough to know what he means, but he hadn’t seen Jouno like that before. Was it because Jouno couldn’t use his ability? That he might not be able to go back to you? Tetchou couldn’t find out the answer. 

“Uh... There’s a window.” Tetchou mentioned as he knocked on the ashy glass before continuing. “But we’re 3 floors high. I don’t think that...” Tetchou was silenced in shock as saw Jouno jumping out of the window, away from the fire, he could now activate his ability to get him and the child down safely. 

Placing the child down he went to the fire engines to get a trampoline for Tetchou and the people he was carrying. 

After things had calmed down, Jouno heard a very familiar heartbeat approaching “Darling? Why are you here?” Jouno asked before he felt you wrap your arms around him, he felt that you were shaking. 

“Darling? Were you scared for me?” Jouno asked as he wrapped his arms around you, returning your hug in his own comforting embrace. “I thought I would’ve...” You didn’t finish your sentence as Jouno pushed your head into his chest “Shut up you fool and listen to my heartbeat. I am fine.” Juno said in a quiet voice. 

He stayed as you calmed down, not particularly caring if the press acknowledged it. He heard footsteps approach him. “I had a strange thought when I was in there though, and that though is slowly turning into a feeling...” Jouno whispered as he stroked his hand through your hair for another second before his hand found your cheek and brought it up so you could face him. 

“My next once in a blue moon break is in the next 3 months, why don’t we...” Jouno leaned down to whisper in your ear. “... Try to start a family together.” Jouno chuckled as he heard your heartbeat quicken and your face redden with the heat rushing to it. 

For the first time, he was excited to have a child, start a family with his one and only love. 

Tetchou 

Word Count: 526 

Tetchou would love to have children, why wouldn’t he? 

He believes that a child with you would make his life with you more perfect than it already was. 

He would be so happy the day he came home after a mission that took a few months to find you pregnant with his child. 

Scenario 

Tetchou remembers the moans that came from your mouth the night before he left for his mission. You two had been trying for a child each night he could with you. It wasn’t often he could have a night alone with you like this. 

And he wanted to make you feel special before he had to leave you for long time. 

You were the only thing on his mind each night he slept, awaiting the day the mission was completed and could return to you. His beloved wife. 

That day came, after a dreaded 5 months, Tetchou could finally return to you. His love for justice was strong, but his love for you was even stronger. You made him feel more than just a soldier. You helped him feel human. 

He went back to the shared apartment he had with you. He ran into the apartment and his eyes widened when he saw you being visibly pregnant. “Tetchou... Are you alright?” You asked as she placed her drink on the counter and got up from her couch to walk over to him. 

“Tetchou?” You said with a smile before you saw tears falling from his eyes. 

 Tetchou pulled you into a tight hug, crying happily into your shoulder. It was rare to see Tetchou in such a state, but he couldn’t control himself in this current moment, you were carrying his child, he couldn’t ask for more. 

Tetchou kissed your face so many times, before he guided you to the couch, getting you to sit down with him. He was hesitant at first to your bump, he looked at you as if asking if it was okay to touch it. 

You only chuckle and place his hand on your stomach for him. he seemed amazed by it, his hands were so gentle as he grazed your stomach, touching it like it was glass. 

Tetchou’s eyes were still filled with tears as he looked down at your stomach, he found it hard to believe that his very own was growing inside of you. 

“I swear on my life, I will protect you and protect our future child. And if I fail, i will own sword and tear out my own guts.” Tetchou swore with the most serious voice you had ever heard. 

“Oh Tetchou, I love you, truly, but I’d prefer to have you alive2 You said with a laugh as you ran your hand through his hair. Tetchou only looked at you with absolute wonder and love in his eyes as another few tears fall. He gives you a smile, a smile that only you saw. 

“Then I swear to protect you and our child.” Tetchou whispered as he leaned in to kiss you. 

As if his life wasn’t perfect enough already, now, he a child of his own on the way. 

Fyodor 

Word Count: 422 

Fyodor is under the firm belief of having children after marriage, he sees it has the way god would intend it to be. 

When you first approached him about children he just said “When we are married” 

Scenario 

You were laying in the shared bed you and Fyodor had with an icy hand wrapped around as he read one of his books to you, speaking in Russian as you laid your head on his chest. 

“Fyodor... What do you feel about having children one day?” You asked him suddenly, causing him to stop reading out loud to you, he gave a chuckle and looked down at you “When we are wedded lyubov moya.” He simply said as he continued to read to you feeling your eyes droop before you fall asleep. 

Fyodor chuckled as he went off the bed before tucking you in and giving you a light kiss on your forehead, and walked out so he could continue his work. It was routine for the two of you when you wanted to you to sleep, Fyodor’s voice always helped you go to sleep. 

Fyodor sat in his chair in front of his many monitors and sat there for a moment “Children....” He mumbled with a smile. 

“My dear... I promise you, once I have perfected this world, I will marry you, and give you the child you desire.” He whispered before he got to proper work. 

He had to finish erasing you from any official documents, to keep hidden, to keep you safe from his enemies. And anyone that could take you away from him. 

He thought of you, and the future child they would have together, he was already imagining on what his child would look like, how many they would have. Maybe 2 or 3, and what they would be like once they were adults 

Of course, they would be little geniuses like him, his genes are strong, he’d also imagine them having black hair, and 1 or 2 would have your eyes the other/s having his eyes, or 1 or 2 having his eyes and the other one having yours. 

He thought of everything about them. Maybe he’d have to marry you sooner than he planned, for him to have the children his mind is conjuring up. 

“Oh, lyubov moya. How I love you.” He said as he looked at a picture of you. “You are my angel, and I swear, you and our children will make my world more perfect than the one i am currently making.”