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kentopedia · 1 year ago

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nightly rituals

ft. dazai, chuuya, sigma, ranpo, fyodor

summary — little things you do together before going to sleep

contents — very sweet, domestic moments !! sfw.

notes — another subpar short piece from me while i finish up some wips. i wrote this kind of quickly so pls forgive any errors !! :(

₊˚⊹♡ DAZAI + reading

“osamu.” you glanced up at him from under his book, drawing his name out as you rested your head on his lap.

until that point, you’d been scrolling through your phone, hoping he'd be annoyed by the lack of your attention. instead, dazai picked up the book you'd been reading together, and started from where you left off.

your ridiculous ploy for his affection had turned on you, and now, you were the one that was desperate to hear his voice.

dazai looked down at you, his eyes playful as he smiled. “what?”

you stared back at him, disgruntled by the fact that he’d so quickly figured out your silly little game and made it his own. "nothing."

dazai twisted a piece of your hair on his finger, patient, and shrugged, returning to the novel, looking far too interested in the pages.

you groaned, poking him in the stomach. “you’re just going to read ahead without me?”

“you didn’t seem to mind when you were on your phone instead.” he frowned, though most of his disappointment was feigned, and amusement lingered at the edges of his expression.

“you were in the shower!" you scoffed.

dazai laughed, and shifted the book to his other hand, and leaned over to kiss you softly. “i'm not anymore.”

though you usually indulged him in his antics, you were tired, and just wanted to close out the night with another chapter of the story you'd been so invested in. it was much better when it came straight from his lips.

“i can see that.” you rolled your eyes, frowning. “are you going to read to me now, osamu?”

dazai brightened, proud of himself for finally getting you to admit what you wanted. "well, you could've asked a little nicer, but since i love you..."

he flipped to the previous page, the one you'd both been at the night before, and you realized he hadn't even been reading at all.

you huffed out a laugh, burying your head further into his thighs, but dazai didn't start reading. he remained staring at you with a pointed expression.

"what's the matter now?"

"you didn't say it back." dazai's lips drew down theatrically.

you sighed, and pulled at the collar of his shirt, stretching your waist to kiss him, lazily, missing his lips by a mile. "you already know i love you too, osamu. that's the only reason you get away with annoying me all the time."

dazai, finally satisfied, let you fall back against him, and began reading the next chapter to you.

though you'd wanted to stay awake for a while longer, the minute he began, you were already dozing off, so warm in his arms.

“your voice is so nice,” you said sleepily, closing your eyes as he read. “like a lullaby.”

dazai laughed quietly, but he softened, smiling as he read. he held the book in one hand, and massaged your scalp with the other, delicate fingers threading through your hair until you fell asleep.

₊˚⊹♡ CHUUYA + skincare

“let me do it this time, chuuya," you said, staring him down with the sweet eyes of yours that you knew he could never resist.

chuuya could have easily stolen the tub of moisturizer away from you, but he let you hold it far out of his reach, his smile soft. “but i like doing it.”

“yeah, well, you do it every night. i want a turn.”

chuuya said nothing for a moment, his gaze sharp. then, he relented and sighed. “fine.” he leaned against the counter, resting his weight on it. “think you can ask me for whatever you want, and i'll just give it you, huh?”

you laughed, smiling as you unscrewed the lid. “i think we both know the answer to that.”

though you were only teasing him, chuuya softened, kissing your forehead. he placed his hands on your hips, drawing you closer and closer.

“you’re right,” he said, his eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks as you slathered the moisturizer over his smooth skin. “i can’t say no to you, baby.”

you shook your head, amused, and massaged his cheeks lightly. chuuya relaxed into your touch, the tightness in his jaw alleviating.

"don't fall asleep," you teased, running your thumb over his full bottom lip.

"'m not," he said, letting out a small breath. but his eyes were glazed when he opened them again, far too tender for such a powerful man. "your hands just feel so soft."

"i can't carry you to bed," you warned. "you'll have to sleep on the cold counter."

"you wouldn't let me stay here all night long." he slid his hands over your hips, down your back, grinning. "you hate sleeping in that bed without me."

₊˚⊹♡ SIGMA + making tea

“do you want honey in it, love?”

you hummed a yes, squeezing your arms around his waist, hugging him tighter from behind. his hair was soft against your cheek as you rested your head on his back.

sigma poured the water, letting the tea steep.

you leaned your weight on him, yawning. “how was your day?”

he craned his neck to see you, but didn’t move otherwise, letting you get comfortable as you waited for the tea to finish. “it was alright.” he laced his free hand with yours, shifting. “a little stressful. better, now that i get to see you.”

you smiled, kissing a notch in his spine, too lazy to move any further. “why'd you leave before i could say goodbye this morning?”

though you didn't really mind, sigma seemed genuinely apologetic, and squeezed your hand. “sorry. i had to be in early today. did you see my note?”

you smiled, and nodded, listening to the rhythmic beat of his blood pumping, the very sign that he was just as human as the rest of you.

"i did. it was sweet." with a sigh, you straightened your back to look at him completely. for the first time since you’d gotten home, you realized how tired he was, how drained he’d been this entire week. you ran your fingers through his hair gently, your voice like a purr. “you need to get some rest. i've barely seen you this week.”

“i have work to do.” he frowned. “they need me there.”

“i know." you watched as sigma took out the tea bags, throwing them into the trash. “i need you too, though.”

sigma paused, momentarily, as he stirred the honey in, before shaking his thoughts and blinking back at you. “i didn’t realize—”

you stopped him before he could spiral into another apology, the tension in his brow obvious. "i'm not upset." when the small tangles had been brushed out, you began braiding a small section of his hair, the strands silky in your palm. “just promise me you’ll take care of yourself too.”

sigma stared from over his shoulder for a moment more before acquiescing. he handed a steaming mug to you, turning around to surprise you with a gentle kiss. "okay," he said against your lips, the touch so tender. "i promise."

₊˚⊹♡ RANPO + video games

“you’re so bad at this.” ranpo threw another handful of candy into his mouth, watching your avatar on the screen as you continued to fail.

frowning, you pressed another button vigorously, not quite sure if it was the right one to achieve your goal.

of course, nothing seemed to happen, and instead, you’re barraged by the enemy, your health going down to a level that seemed almost irrecoverable.

you leaned back into ranpo��s chest, pinching your eyebrows together. “i don’t play this as much as you do.” you said from where sat between his thighs, still trying to figure out how to win his favorite game. “cut me some slack.”

ranpo laughed, his breath tickling the lobe of your ear as he leaned forward. he slid your thumb to a different button, brushing your skin lightly. “try that, sweets.”

it seemed to be the obvious solution, and you made a face at him, momentarily distracted. "your genius never fails to amaze me."

though, when you glanced back at the screen, you’ were back to where you started, all your progress lost. “ranpo,” you said, his name coming out on the edge of a whine. “what happened?”

he took the controller from you, not even giving you a moment to try again. quickly, he moved towards the next checkpoint, knowing exactly where to go, a seasoned professional. “you got killed. too busy staring at me.”

you sighed, reaching for the controller, but he held it out of your reach, grinning at you mockingly.

“let me try again, ranpo!”

“i’ll get you to the next part. you’ve tried this three times already.”

it wasn’t as fun watching as it was playing, but you sighed, and let him take over. as he went through the remaining quests, you rested your head back onto his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

ranpo made it through the rest of that level in mere minutes.

“here, it should be easier now.” though when he went to hand the game over to you, you’d fallen asleep in his lap, your breathing even and light.

₊˚⊹♡ FYODOR + playing the cello

“you play so beautifully.”

fyodor opened his eyes, watching you from under dark lashes. though his hands didn’t stop moving, the beginnings of a smile formed on his lips.

“i wish i could play an instrument,” you continued mindlessly, stretched over the couch. your head rested on the throw pillows, side aching from how long you'd been laying there, listening to the cello.

fyodor was across the room, relaxed completely in the chair he always played in. beside him, he was surrounded by evidence of his hobby. sheet music, scribbled and messy, rested on the table, stained with coffee rings. candle light flickered through the room.

he hesitated, the bow softly coming to a stop across the strings. “i can teach you.” fyodor's pause was brief, and he began playing once more, slower this time, like a serenade. a piece of hair fell over his face, between his eyebrows, distracting you.

you shivered, mind filled with thoughts of him standing behind you, directing your hands towards the right movements, whispering instructions in your ears.

but you shook your head, wrapping the blanket tighter around you. “maybe,” you said, your smile wistful. “but i won’t be as good as you. i’d rather listen.”

“alright.” he let out a short laugh, blinking his eyes shut again to return his attention to the piece. he came to the last few measures, approaching the conclusion. “is there any piece you’d like to hear?” fyodor said, his voice softer than usual, almost like he didn’t want to disturb his own playing.

you thought back on everything you’d heard him play before. he’d told you the names, but it was hard to remember. so many of them sounded the same, titled by numbers and words you didn't understand.

it didn't matter, though. you thought everything he played sounded beautiful. often, he was even better than any recordings you’d ever heard.

“something that makes you think of me,” you said in a hushed whisper, placing your chin on your arms to see him better. "if that's alright."

fyodor, then, smiled more fully, his eyes full of an affection that eclipsed his otherwise gloomy features. “there are many things that make me think of you,” he said, slowing once more to transition into a richer, smoother melody. one that would, inevitably, put you into a deep, peaceful sleep. “but, perhaps this one fits the moment best.”

i haven't written for fyodor, sigma or ranpo before, so i hope this is okay !! im trying to get over my fear of making sure every single action & dialogue is perfectly in character :,)

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chuuyrr · 1 year ago

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SAY MY NAME AND EVERYTHING JUST STOPS — NAKAHARA CHUUYA

=͟͟͞♡ CW(s): NSFW, MDNI, f! reader, tummy bulging, oral (f! receiving) slight overstimulation, soft! chuuya constantly calls you nicknames like good girl, sweetheart, and baby

=͟͟͞♡ SYNOPSIS: in which you and chuuya share a secret moment together that's a bit closer than usual

=͟͟͞♡ INSPIRED BY: dress and false god by taylor swift !

before you read: i wrote this as a part two of i can see you in mind, but i think this can be read as a stand alone

it was nearly midnight when the gala ended.

since the event was being conducted by a powerful and high-class organization, the armed detective agency and the port mafia sent you and chuuya there for intel purposes, but you couldn't help but take the tie-up assignment a little too far.

you and your partner had already gotten what you needed, but you took advantage of the opportunity to let loose and have some fun as you drank your third drink of the night, and the fact that you were dressed up so beautifully for the occasion didn't help chuuya either.

you looked so stunning in your sweetheart neckline dress with a slit showing off the soft and tender flesh of your left leg, matching shoes and jewelries, and hair and make-up that would make anyone swoon.

chuuya felt hot and bothered as he watched from afar while sipping his own glass of wine as your face gradually became flushed from all the beverages you were drinking while you smiled and danced on the floor. one of his hands was tugging at his own collar, his suit felt unreasonably thick for some reason.

chuuya sighs and checks his watch as he finishes his last glass of wine. it was becoming late, and he didn't want you to come home in a drunken stupor.

chuuya always felt so different whenever he was with you, especially right now, with all the banters, drinks, and conversations he had with you, as well as the intimate moments you spent as you two belonged to different organizations.

it warms his heart to see how far you two have come. chuuya could still remember the first time you two met, how he used to become upset with you fooling with him and snatching his knife, but now you have taken his heart and he had entirely given it up to you.

but right now, chuuya wants you more than he has ever desired you before.

chuuya shakes his head and approaches you in the middle of the room, gently taking your arm in his hand and saying, "hey, pretty. don't you think it's becoming late?

"chuuya, hey," you turn your head to face him, half-lidded eyes on him, before wrapping your arms around his suit-clad torso, your cheek against his chest, "there you are pretty boy.

chuuya feels his heart skipping a beat. even when you're somewhat tipsy, the way you say his name makes his heart flutter and warm inside his chest, and it was enough to make everything around him stop and his universe revolve around you, and only you.

"yeah, sweetheart? i'm right here," chuuya whispers quietly, in a rather husky and deep tone of voice.

his hands were trembling with anticipation as one of them moved to your cheek to caress it, while the other trailed from your arm to wrap around your back to hold you as well.

chuuya draws the two of you away from the crowded room, his back against the hallway wall, while he passionately plants a kiss on the crown of your head.

truth be told, you were the only one he was like this to. chuuya was never this gentle with his coworkers. you were different, as you had always been, and no one knew about you and him.

you were the only one who got to see this side of him, and no one else did, without even having to try. everyone only sees the unyielding, intimidating, and short-tempered side of him, never this one.

"chuuya," you softly murmur again, looking up at him with a small pout.

"hmm?" chuuya struggles to keep his breath from hitching. you look so damn beautiful in this angle, with your body pressed against his and your face resting on his chest.

the alcohol was starting to seep into your systems, making you a little more honest than usual as you say with a cheeky little smirk that he admires, "i have a secret to tell you."

chuuya could feel your heart beating against his chest. you seem a bit nervous for the first time despite your playful display, despite the fact that you're typically so upbeat and confident with him, especially at work.

"and what's that?" chuuya blinks, his hand still softly caressing your cheek, and he can't help but chuckle as you look up at him.

you straighten up and stand on the tips of your heels, your lips just a few inches away from his, your cherry wine breath teasing him as you say, "i only bought this dress so you could take it off."

"fuck," chuuya whispers quietly as he feels the blood rush to his cheeks, as well as the alcohol in his system from all the wine he's been drinking from this occasion.

he finds himself gripping your waist a little tighter now as he softly says again and tries to gather himself, "don't say things like that, [name]. people could hear you, baby."

"but i want you to, chuuya," your eyes meet and you speak in a language that only you two understand as you say, "and i want you too."

chuuya trails the hand he was using to caress your cheek and slides it to grab your waist before shakily moving both of his hands to your hips.

he moves in closer, your faces practically touching as he traces your temple with his nose before pressing his lips lovingly on your cheek and pulling you closer against his body.

"i want you too, baby. i've always had, and you've always seen that i have, no?" he murmurs huskily with a smirk before pressing his lips on yours, eliciting a soft moan from you.

chuuya is honestly surprised that he was able to drive you both back to his penthouse after you had been almost all over each other since the gala, practically in each other's tongues and making out in the hallway in secret.

as you made your way inside place, you and chuuya were nearly tripping over each other.

"up," chuuya whispers a delicate request on your lips before kissing them for the nth time tonight, his hands carressing the side of your thighs over the fabric of your pretty dress.

you jump obediently, urging him to carry you as such with his hands firmly beneath your thighs, and it doesn't take long for the two of you to end up in his bed.

chuuya hovers over your body, biting his bottom lip and groaning at the sight of you on his sheets, looking so ethereal with your hair undone and lipstick smudged from all the passionate kisses, while you look up at him with those pretty eyes, admiring the lipstick stains you've peppered on his face and neck.

despite the intense and desperate tension in the air, chuuya's hands were warm and soft, but yet quick as they roamed your body, feeling you up through your clothes.

as your arms wrap around his neck, he grinds his knee into your clothed pussy and kisses you passionately on the lips. the weight of you and him causes the mattress to dent and creak.

chuuya pulls away a little after the kiss, his hand reaching out to stroke your cheek as he looks down at you with a chuckle, "shall we take this further? i wanna make sure my sweetheart wants this as much as i do, and also to make sure i'm not dreaming either."

"mhm," you nod swiftly before turning your head to kiss his palm cupping your cheek and smile at him.

chuuya nods his head as well when he receives your consent before he carefully removes your dress, his hands sensually working their way to unzip your dress from you and get rid of the rest.

your arms wrap around his neck again as he takes off his own clothes with you helping him unbutton and unzip everything, drawing him closer as his warm lips plant feathery kisses on your neck and his hands delicately carress your hips, worshiping them.

"chuuya, i need you right now. please," you moan out his name quietly, and the way you say it always gets the best of him. it always makes his heart skip a beat.

"i know, baby. i know," chuuya kisses your ear before gently nibbling it, causing a soft but sweet little whine to escape your lips.

chuuya kisses you from your ear to your neck, delicately tracing your body all the way to your abdomen and, eventually, your inner thighs. as he holds your thighs firmly apart just to bury his face in between your legs, your chest heaves up and down, your breathing hitching.

you shudder and moan softly as he kisses your inner thighs, nibbling on the tender flesh before slowly trailing his lips to your pussy. as you feel his tongue prod at your clit, you let out a stifled but sweet little whine as your body arches.

your leg trembles as you squirm, but he only pulls your thighs more apart to keep you in place and make an easier access for him.

"stay still for me, pretty girl," chuuya's smile and breath brush up against your dripping wet cunt, which was practically demanding to be licked, fingered, and fucked by him.

chuuya kisses your clit once more, and kitten licks your pussy until he begins to lap at it, probing it inside while stuffing his face between your thighs as if he wants to suffocate himself in them.

"a-ahh, mmh!" the wet muscle repeatedly lapped at your cunt. as chuuya deeply plunges and swipes his tongue in between your folds, your eyes began to water with ecstasy.

chuuya pushes his tongue inside you as deeply as he can, and you let out a quiet cry of pleasure as you come undone, and the way you say his name and moan always sounded like heaven to his ears.

chuuya places a soft kiss on your sweet cunt before gently taking a hold of your hips to carress it meticulously as you lay there on his sheets, a shuddering mess with tearful eyes.

ge then adjusts both of your positions in bed, causing you to squirm as he properly lays you on your back with a pillow propping you up as he positions in between your legs, hovering you.

his cock was now just in between your folds, and you could feel his pre-cum seeping from his tip, wetting your folds even more as your arousal increased. you whimper softly at the position, but chuuya softly hushes you as he gently thrusts in.

you cry soft yet choked moans beneath him, wriggling at the sensation of being packed by his girthy cock. you could feel it reach every inch of your inner walls, and chuuya grunts as they tighten around him.

"fuck. you feel so good, pretty girl," chuuya grunts in pleasure as he starts to thrust and grip your hips in place.

you and chuuya have never been this close before. it was always just a simple makeout with a few carresses here and there, but tonight was different.

right now, all you could do was lie there while he rowed his hips against you, making you moan and whimper out his name in pleasure, and to him? hearing you say his name like that just makes everything stop.

when one of his hands trails from your hips to your tummy, you moan out, shuddering a little more intensely than earlier, "chuuya, a-ah!~"

he bites his lower lip, groaning as he presses his hand on the bulge on your tummy. he stares down at you with a loving gaze before his gaze fixes on the bulge that appears and disappears whenever he thrusts his cock so deeply into you.

it was quite a sight to behold, along with the way your legs shook with each sensation of being stuffed by his girthy cock.

"chuuya, please! w-wait," you say in between your moans as he starts to intensify his thrusts, which makes you squirm beneath him.

"shh, shh~ it's okay, baby," chuuya says in a hushed tone, pressing you down further im bed by putting his weight on you so you couldn't pull or squirm away from him.

he was now gripping your hips to hold you more firmly in place as he continues row his hips back and forth, harder and faster now with his lips right against the spot behind your ear. chuuya does it over and over again, intending to fill you up and make you feel good just as you deserve.

sounds of pleasure filled the bedroom and were followed by the slaps of skin.

you shudder and cry as your pussy clenches around him hard and tightly when his cock twitches inside you and fills your walls with his hot, thick cum.

you laid in his sheets, panting softly and trying to catch your breath, but chuuya wasn't finished yet. he refuses to pull out and hovers over you with a breathy smile.

"chuuya?" you feel your cheeks grow warm as you call out his name.

"i'm not yet done, sweetheart," chuuya chuckles deeply as he finally pulls out, but leaves in just the tip of his girthy cock between your folds.

before you can say anything else, he thrusts his cock back into your sodden and sensitive cunt, easily gliding in with his cum and yours serving as a lubricant. you arch your back and let out a small broken moan of pleasure.

"c-chuuya!~" you gasp softly as he rocks back and forth inside you, thrusting deeply that you could feel the tip bulge your tummy again.

"shh, it's okay. you can take one more, yes? i just wanna make my good girl feel so good," chuuya murmurs in a hushed tone as he kisses you deeply for the umpteenth time, muffling your moans.

his warm body presses you down the matress once more, and at this rate, he could almost carve your shape and name in his bed.

you continue to moan, your hands reaching for his back, only to dig your nails into his back and your heels into the mattress as you kicked them reflexively from the intense pleasure.

"almost there my good girl. just a bit more, okay? hold onto me tight," chuuya whispers in between his passionate kisses on your lips with one of his hands gripping your hips in place even more firmly now, intensifying his thrusts.

he moves frantically now, burrowing himself deeply inside you, simply wanting to feel you and himself bulge on the same spot on your tummy with his other hand. he massages his fingers on your tummy, addicted to the way it emerges and re-emerges with each thrust.

your hear was hazy, and every inch of your body was sensitive, especially your sodden and squelching cunt, with the overwhelming pleasure overstimulating you with each deep and furious thrust so that you couldn't construct any proper words and only moan.

"chuuya!~" he breaks the kiss just on cue, just as you moan again, your body arching against him at his final deep thrust into you.

chuuya can't help but admire how you sound so lovely and how he feels your tummy bulge from his deep thrusts as his cum fills up your inner walls for the second time, stuffing you full that some of it was rolling down your inner thighs and on the sheets.

his heart flutters at the thought of being this close to you with your nails deep into his back, painting it with your love marks.

"good girl, pretty," chuuya breathily says to you, chuckling before pressing a kiss on your lips, his tongue intertwining with yours as you wrap your arms around his neck once again.

you two share a few more kisses as you feel his hands that were gripping your hips loosen up and trail to your waist instead, caressing you delicately to easen you as you come down from your high.

chuuya does this a couple of more times before pulling away just a bit, now carressing your face tenderly with one of his hands and a smile.

you return the loving smile he gives you and he wraps his arms around you this time, hugging you closely to his chest as he falls back in his bed. he presses another kiss, this time on the top of your head, as he cups your face.

"i love you," he whispers as he nuzzles his nose against your cheek with his breath tickling your skin.

you cuddle up to chuuya, feeling warm and comfortable in his arms just like this, and you softly murmur in response, "i love you too."

chuuya exhales softly, a smile tugging on his lips as he closes his eyes and continues to hold you, running his fingers through your hair.

you two may have been enemies owing to your respective reputations and organizations, but only you and chuuya knew you two were so much more than that.

you were each other's secret mission, and today you two had never been closer than ever.

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elizais · 11 months ago

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black and blue

pm!reader x chuuya summary: reader comes back from a long mission exhausted, hurt/comfort, chuuya takes care of you warnings: alcohol, injuries

mori knew you would be gone for a few weeks, but chuuya knew you would be gone for too long. everyone knew about you and chuuya, staying in their line but always discussing how the executive who put people in their place was with the only ray of sunshine in the organisation. executive nakahara did care for his subordinates, but didn't show it like you did. you weren't open about how you joined but everyone had their theories because it didn't add up compared to your kind nature. only a few people knew why you were there, you didn't dwell on it. you didn't enjoy this line of work but you done it to protect the city you held so dear to your heart.

you had been at the port mafia for so long your only boss was mori, you stood with the executives. fortunately, this meant less missions away and taking care of your people in your section. unfortunately.. this meant the most important assignments went to your level. it just so happened to be that your specialised skills were the only ones to fit this task. it was dropped on you at an executives meeting. mori sat in his chair at the end of the table. looking up and down his sheet of paper, every last executive bored to death.

you looked at chuuya across from you, finishing your doodle with a smile. elise was sat next to you and the other side of you was kouyou. you lifted up the notepad so that chuuya saw the blank side of it and you nudged elise. she began to laugh at your very unflattering drawing of a carrot wearing a hat. knowing exactly who it was directed to. in the middle of entertaining elise, mori spoke again after inspecting details on the document that could upset a room in seconds.

he cleared his throat as he said, "there is an incredibly strong organisation emerging in another city. it will have to be taken down by one of you guys." he paused as he inspected the faces of the people who carried this city on their shoulders with him.

despite your playful nature, mori knew better than most how serious you could be for the sake of your home. "it will be y/n." he watched elise's face drop almost as fast as the colour drained from chuuya's face. no matter the amount of protesting from other executives, elise, even the lowest members (most likely only caring because chuuya is less likely to be angry when you are around). mori had told you that in two days time, you would leave for at least a week.

and that is what lead you to now. chuuya had been noticeably off his game for the past 12 days, everyone knew the reason. no contact was allowed at all. but, as he settled in to being back at the large penthouse after another long day, the home your paychecks covered more than comfortably, that felt a little larger now. the man got up to pour himself a glass of wine, allowing the screen on the wall to load up. as he sat back down and flicked through the mindless tv shows on, a groan came from behind the elevator after the familiar noise of an incorrect code, and then the ding of the correct one. his body immediately knew who it was, his face lit up and he forgot about everything bad in the world.

until, the person who he wished he could always be around was looking at him through bloodshot eyes surrounded by ominous dark circles. his idea of happiness and all things lovely was leaning on the wall for support with an unusual unkempt look.

his love looked like she fought a bear in the elevator, she saw him for the first time and allowed her tired face to use the last of her energy to smile. he immediately ran over to you. you had sunk against the wall with your legs in front of you. chuuya thought he was under a horrible ability until you spoke to him "i missed you, chu.." you spoke croaky, weak and coarse. your broken voice pierced his heart with the shards it left in the air.

your scalp had dried blood clinging to it, every other inch of your body scraped and scratched. he was thankful there weren't any deeper wounds, other than the one that appeared inside of him. "c'mere doll," he spoke to you, barely above a whisper. despite what many think, he is still exceptionally strong without his ability. seamlessly, he picked you up from under your shoulders, pressing your chest to his and allowing your head to look over his shoulder. "let's get you a bath." he finished as he carried your body through the corridors of your home.

he was thankful that your 'expensive taste in bathrooms' (as he always teased) lead to large, marble counters attached to the wall, so he could let you sit on them and lean against the wall as he ran the water into the corner bathtub you also insisted on getting. "do you want to talk about it?" he asked you with his sympathetic tone. "mori was not joking when he said they were strong.." you tried to laugh out but it came out emotionless as you looked at chuuya grabbing the bandages in the cupboard. "you don't need to try and keep everyone in a good mood at the cost of your own, y/n" he responded with his back turned to you.

"aren't those the ones dazai has for when he comes over for a movie night?" you dodged his previous statement with your question. chuuya scowled at the mention of his name even though you know he trusts him.

"yes, they are. damn mackerel always inviting himself over." he spoke as he grabbed a washcloth to gently clean your face whilst taking off your clothing. you knew he wasn't doing it in a sexual manner and was genuinely worried. "did you take down their boss?" he spoke after a comfortable silence. "barely." you sighed.

after he cleaned the dried dirt off with the washcloth, he lifted you into the bath and soon he followed suit, grabbing a gentle shampoo, the matching conditioner for your hair, and a hairbrush. he was not sure if you even saw the state your hair that you love dearly was in.

as he sat down by you in the tub, he turned your head so he could brush your hair, gently wetting it so that it would be easier to get through. you leaned back, almost falling asleep. he didn't mention the jagged cuts in your hair or the thinner patches. he could tell you were in a close combat fight and his heart broke. chuuya assumed you hadn't seen your hair yet, he didn't ask as you had finally steadied yourself since arriving home.

he didn't notice you falling asleep until your head fell to his chest, using his gravity manipulation to keep you sat upright without noticing as he finished taking care of your hair.

eventually, he dried your body and hair whilst moving you with his ability so you could stay asleep. waking up the next morning in your bed like you should.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #port mafia #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chūya #nakahara chuuya #chuuya nakahara x reader

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dvzaiosamu · 5 months ago

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𓇼 SUMMERTIME JOY | chuuya nakahara. A little one-shot where you and Chuuya are on the beach enjoying everything. As simple as that! It may not be very long, but I hope you like it.

Hello everyone! It's been a long time since I logged in to write something. As I just took my summer vacation, I want to wish everyone a happy summer and enjoy it. These days I had no motivation to write and I left everything half done in my drafts. But now I'll try to make the effort to write something!

The sun in the sky looked like a colored drawing, even childish if you looked at it another way.

It was summer and damn right it felt like summer. You felt the sand between your feet, warm to the touch. A bikini and a beach hat. Everything was perfect and like a vacation away from everything, disconnecting and sharing emotions with the sea.

Underneath was a beach towel and a hammock tied to two trees. Next to it you had a frozen box with multiple foods and refreshing drinks as well as a bag with sunscreen and so on.

And your husband is there too.

At your side is Chuuya, who has taken the vacation very personally. There he is lying in a hammock that is tied to two trees, cocktail in his hand. Black sunglasses on his head, bare skin with a thin open jacket on top, beach shorts and some flip flops lying around.

"Hey, Chuuya... Do you remember when we were still little and we always came to this beach?" you find yourself asking.

"Of course I remember, you were a disaster," he smiles. "Why do you ask?"

"Well...do you remember when we ran into the water to take a dip?" you continue. "I wonder if instead of staying here in the sun, we'd go there to… you know."

"If my beautiful wife says so, I don't have a big problem," leaving his finished cocktail on the sand, he stands next to you. "Come on."

Walking with him towards the seashore, smiling like you've never done before, you feel a disconnection from the outside world, not worrying about work, enjoying a good vacation.

You were thinking, and you feel arms lift you up, bridal style. You laugh at Chuuya's expression, one of determination and like he was so focused on getting you to the water, it seemed like his face expressed a lot of effort.

"The water is freezing... Don't you think you should let me get used to it?" you say, feeling the water cover your knees.

"The only thing you have to get used to is that tonight we are going to celebrate our vacation in a house that I bought for this vacation," he responds, leaving you in the water, where you can still touch the sand with your feet.

"What a gentleman you are."

"For you I can be anything—"

A palm of water is thrown at Chuuya's face, wetting his hair.

"Take that!"

"What was that for!" complains Chuuya.

"Nothing really! Just making this more fun for the two of us," you laugh like a child.

"Oh yeah?" he splashes water all over you. "Then this is a sweet revange."

"Ack— c'mon! Not salt in the eyes!" you whine.

Well. What a vacation. Is this what humans call to be happy with one's lover? I believe it is.

Do you know the worst? I had written all of this before, it didn't save when I accidentally clicked on a notification and I had to rewrite it entirely. But hey, although this one didn't turn out the best, and it's a bit short, maybe incoherent, at least I hope it's something for my dear followers :3

#୨୧ ─ dvzaiosamu's post #dvzaiosamu #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs #bsd #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #summer #summertime #vacation

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xxxchuuyaslovexxx · 2 years ago

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Dazai and Chuuya with a s/o that draws on their skin

Headcanons + scenario for Dazai and Chuuya

Warnings: None~

Word count: 1.1k

Dazai

Dazai absolutely loves it when you draw on your hands and arms. He thinks it's cute

Would definitely tease you about it like: 'Well well my baby draws on their hands like a bored kid in class. You like being naughty huh?'

Dazai thinks it's funny how you try to hide it and your face heats up

Secretly wants you to draw on his skin as well. And if you do… well you can tell he is the happiest man alive.

He would also steal your pen if he wants to annoy you just to draw at you as well

He does that because 'it's only fair'

I feel like he would write his name with a heart <3

Actually for the both of you it's a some kind of a love language

But take care he will get jealous if you draw on anyone else. He is the only one to deserve your love.

Scenario:

'How is my Belladonna doing?' Dazai enters the room as you sit there trying to focus on some research you had to do for your work. Keyword: Tried.

Actually you were lost in your thoughts as you drew hearts and flowers on your hand.

Dazai is actually used to walk into this kind of scene. He knows that you can't focus on work for too long. 'It's like living with a little child.' he often thinks to himself.

As soon as you noticed Dazai entered the room you tried to hide your hands, even though you knew he already saw it.

'Osamu uhm… Hey, how was your day?' You asked hoping he wouldn't tease you about it.

'Well not as boring as yours I guess.' He smirks at you as he makes his way to your desk.

You hide your face behind your hands only for your loved one to admire them. He loves all the work you put into your drawings and he tells you every time only for you to be too humble to accept his compliments.

'Wow. Every time I see your artworks they are more beautiful than the ones before. But you know what?' He asks in a playful tone 'I can make art as well.'

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'Osamuuuu. Will it take any longer? I still have work to do.' Dazai insisted on drawing something on you but under one condition: you have to keep your eyes shut. That wasn't a problem if he wouldn't take so long.

'I will be done any moment Belladonna. Just one last stroke. Here you go. Now look!'

You opened your eyes to take a look at Dazais finished work. It was a whole paragraph of text and hearts all around it.

The first sentence was: 'I love you my Belladonna<3'. You looked at him with big eyes and answered shyly: 'I love you too Osamu.'

He smiled at you and kissed your lips softly. 'C'mon read all of it.'

Your gaze fell back onto your arm.

'I'm sorry I don't have that much time for you. The work in the ADA is crazy right now. I hope you can forgive me. I will try my best to spend more time with you in the future. I want you to know that you are the best thing that ever happened to me. You are kind, smart and also very talented. I feel like I don't tell you often enough but you are my everything and I would never want to lose you.'

You smiled to yourself. You didn't know he could be that nice. Normally he is always a big tease and annoys you.

But your face suddenly dropped as you read the last line:

'PS.: I broke our washing machine. <3'

Chuuya

Actually it takes Chuuya some time to realize your habits because of the Mafia he doesn't have much time for you

But after some time being with you he notices the little doodles on you hands and arms

As he asks you where you got them from you explain to him that you draw on your skin when you are bored

Chuuya doesn't say much about it but he secretly thinks it is cute

But Chuuya being Chuuya he would never admit it.

He just pretends he doesn't care much about it

But you notice when his gaze lingers on you drawings and he sometimes even stares at them

When you draw on his hands he will tell you it's annoying but you know him better than that

He secretly admires his hands with your doodles or cute little notes on it when he thinks you are not around

What he doesn't know is that you know all of it because the other PM members told you about it

Scenario: 'Chuuuuu, how long will it take? Paperwork is so boring! You wanted to spend a day with me…'

You sit with Chuuya in his office as you draw something on a piece of paper.

Even though Chuuya promised to spend some time with you, he is still occupied with a lot of paperwork.

You understood that his work was important. But more important than you?

'I know babe I'm sorry. Let me… HEY!' He snaps as he takes the piece of paper you were drawing on and turns it around. On the "backside" there was a text written on it.

'You fucking dumbass! I will have to rewrite it now. I don't have time for this.' The short man hissed as he tried his best to stay calm.

'Here.' He gets out of his coat and moves his arm towards you. 'Draw on me before you can destroy any more of my works.'Chuuyas pretended to be annoyed but secretly he enjoyed having your personal marks on his skin.It's a win-win situation.

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After another hour Chuuya sights in relief. He was finally done.

He looked at your figure hoovered over his forearm. You were so concentrated that you didn't even notice he was already done.

He didn't want to disturb you so he waited until you moved your head up to admire your own work.

Chuuya also looks at it.

All over his arm you wrote 'I LOVE YOU <3' in beautiful letters. It looked like a tattoo on his skin. He is stunned and a sudden feeling hits him. His face heats up.

'I love you too. I'm sorry I don't have that much time to spend with you. And that I'm always stressed out. Do you think I'm too rough with you?'

He looked at you worried.

'Sometimes you are but that's why I love you. I fell in love with Chuuya Nakahara. The only person I will ever love. And I love all of you. So don't worry about such things.'

Chuuya smiled to himself. He once again remembered why he loved you. He leaned over to kiss you.

'Thank you.' he whispered.

Thank you for reading. If you have any advice don't hesitate to tell me <3

#Dazai scenario #Dazai Osamu #Dazai #Dazai x reader #X reader #Chuuya scenario #Chuuya #Chuuya nakahara #Chuuya x reader #dazai osamu x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #Bungo stray dogs #Bsd #Bsd chuuya #Bsd dazai

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colleitheglidingchampionofsumeru · 1 year ago

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bsd men x gn!reader reader is an artist

Them seeing you draw on their arm

note:please ask me before using my work you don't have to just give me credit I forgot to add how many words there was on one sorry about that it was about 856? Or 854 but yea here we go!

Warnings:cuss words,self-harm scars,self-harm talk (let me know if I missed anything)

Characters:Dazai,Chuuya,Ranpo,Poe,Kunikida,Jouno

word count:806

Dazai Osamu

He had asked you to change his bandages about a week ago you both have been really busy with work and you couldn't but one day you both had a day off and you changed them and he wasn't to happy to see his scars the scars he did to himself self-harm scars you have thought they were beautiful he was looking away and you took your pen and drew on his arm and made something with the scars together than kissed his scars he looked at it and than you and you smiled and said "they are beautiful Dazai" he than said "but- I cut myself and you think that is good?" you shook your head but said "no but they are beautiful" and you changed his other arm and wrapped his arms up in the new bandages he smiled and said nobody will see "I know but still" you said and you kissed his cheek and said I'm going out to get stuff for dinner and left and he went with you

Chuuya Nakahara

it was a boring meeting and you were bored and you felt like you were gonna die Chuuya kept yelling saying "OH FUCK THAT!" or "fucking shit great" and "well we are fucked now you assholes!" You took his arm and drew to cure your boredom and he looked at you than said "what the fuck are you doing" than saw you drawing something on him he than saw when you finished it was like a whole art set this after this something after another after the meet was over he would hide that he liked it you would catch him smiling while looking at his arm his arm was like a child drew on it but it wasn't that bad just looked like a child went crazy

Ranpo Edogawa

He was just eating his snacks in the meeting room and you were in their signing some paper work you could hear Dazai getting yelled at it was funny Ranpo's hat was off and he kept feeding you some of his snacks like some pieces here and there when you were done ranpo was his head up and you took his arm and drew on it I guess he fell asleep because he said who? than saw you and did the biggest gasp you looked at him than showed him he said "my arm looks like it is an canvas" you giggled and said or more asked "do you like it?" He said "I love it!" Than hugged me and than he said "thank you"

Poe Allan Edgar

He was writing a book and Karl was running around the room you were sitting on the floor drawing in your book he bought you with the pens he bought you ended up some how with some weird ass thing draw in the whole book in under 3 hours you got up and played with Karl for about a hour amand than you found yourself drawing on Poe's arm amyou said "Poe look!" He looked at his arm and said "what happened to the notebook?" you picked it up and gave it to him and said finished it he looked so shocked and just said "how did you do that in under 3 hours I bought you it before I got to work" you nodded he said "I'll buy you a bigger and better one tomorrow than love" he than kissed your forehead

Kunikida Doppo

You were supposed to be working but your boredom had other plans you picked up you pen and wrote on Kunikida arm his sleeves were rolled up he was typing in his computer and than he turned his head slowly and said "what are you doing! It's not time to draw on- my- arm?-" you were looking at him and said look he looked at his arm he said "I knew it wasn't a good time to gave my sleeves rolled up-" you giggled and said "oh well" he than got hit in the face by a paper airplane. Kunikida slowly turned his head and looked at Dazai and yelled "I TOLD YOU TO GET TO WORK YOU BASTARD!!!"

Jōno Saigiku

He came home late after a long day at work you made him something to eat and you both talked and you asked him how was his day at work he said "not to good- same thing" you were drawing in your book while he was getting charged into different clothes he sat down next to you and watched as you drew in your book you ending up drawing things on his arm and he didn't look mad he just said "this washes off right?" "So if I have to wash it off a work I can" you nodded and kissed his cheek he ask what kind of things did I draw and you told him

Note:I forgot this guy was blind xD

#Spotify #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #ranpo x reader #poe x reader #kunikida x reader #jono bsd #fanfictions

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evony256 · 7 months ago

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Sorry that I've been dead for *checks watch* a whole fucking month!!! Anyway I just finished Bsd and am now obliged to join this completely mentally sane fandom. So here's the birthday boy with different hats. First time that I'm ever posting my art on the internet so yay I guess? Sorry that it's not that good (I suck at drawing chibis. Big time.) and that the light is kinda oof. My lamp is broken

The images are in the reverse order btw (for some reason??)

Woah... So many different flavours of Chuuya Nakahara...

Also bonus Chuuya sketch that is actually relatively good

#bsd #bsd fanart #bungo stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #oh my god why is he so fine #who said that #time to join the bsd mental asylum

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shizukufangirl · 6 months ago

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Chapter 2 ↓

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You were signing some documents as you sat in your office, it wasn't anything hard

You were just signing them, not bothering to look at it, as you wanted to finish quickly.

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"Ugh finally, the last document, I can finally rest now." You said as you put away the documents, suddenly, there was a knock on your door

"Miss/Mr, [Name] , I came here to collect the documents you signed." Your assistant, Akane said as she came to collect your documents.

"Thank you Akane, could you bring me a cup of [Hot Beverage]"

"Of course, Miss/Mr. [Name], Hehe, signing all these documents must've been tiring huh?" Akane said with a giggle.

"Yeah.." You replied with a sigh, kind of annoyed because you wanted to drink [Hot Beverage] as soon as possible.

"Oh my, I must get going know, I'll bring you your [Hot Beverage] soon."

'Finally' you thought as she left quickly, you checked your phone to see a dozen of missed calls and messages, whoops.

Nakahara Chuuya

[Name] are you there??

Yes, I am, what's the matter?

Boss requested to see you... An hour ago..

Oh shi*t..

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You were really fucked now, you mumbled curses as you dashed out of your office, bumping into Akane in the way.

You let out a quick apology and continued running.

Surprisingly you got there less than 6 minutes later, which is kinda impressive because the distance from your office and the bosses office is really far.

You cautiously knocked on the door

"Come in."

As you opened the door there was the boss, Mori Ougai in all his glory, sitting in the chair behind the desk, his 'Daughter' Elise on the floor beside him, drawing with crayons.

"You requested to see me, boss?"

"Yes, an hour ago actually." Oh shit

"I deeply apologize for my behavior, boss"

"Hm, I guess I could let it slide this time, don't make this mistake again."

"Understood, boss." You sighed in relief.

"Anyways I have a mission for you.

this mission is..."

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As you walked out of the office you thought of the mission he just gave you, you had to go undercover as a detective in the armed detective agency, gain their trust and steal the documents that are important to him.

The only reason why he chose you is because neither Dazai nor Yosano knew who you where, otherwise he would've picked someone else.

As you were walking you spotted Chuuya and walked over to him.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Gah! You scared me you bastard.. What do you want? Did you get a mission from boss?"

"I did actually."

~ After explaining the mission ~

"YOU HAVE TO WHAT?!"

"Tsk, could you quiet down, I don't want the whole world to hear you."

After he calmed down he asked you

"But why you? Why couldn't he pick Me or someone else?"

"It's because Dazai knows who you are Chuuya."

"I get it, but why not someone else like Tachihara?!"

"The black Lizard raided the agency, remember? He was there."

He nodded in realisation, then asked again

"Do you want to drink some wine? My treat."

And how could you say no to that?

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Chapter one of this is over, I'll post chapter two tomorrow, I know I should have picked wattpad or something else to write chapters, but I chose Tumblr. Also, who do you want your love interest to be?

[Reader] is gender neutral, Akane is my Oc btw, she's not a love interest :)

#bsd #chuuya #mori #Chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #dazai #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #gender neutral insert #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd mori #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #mori ougai

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hmakisy · 4 months ago

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App: Procreate

Time: 15h 23min

Hello! It’s me again, how are you??

When I finished my sketch I just noticed I totally forgot Chuuya wears a hat, and as I really like drawing hair I just decided to not draw it. I really love that outfit, it’s from a manga official art. Before I shaded his face I thought he was kinda looking like a girl, did I get him to actually look like a man now? In the colored parts of the manga & its official arts, Chuuya has brown eyes, but in the anime Bones decided to give him blue eyes, an some people just draw him with heterocromia. So I just made the 3 version, but I personally prefer him with brown eyes. Those are the prettiest eyes I ever did online by the way. What do you think of the drawing?

#art #digital art #digital drawing #anime art #artists on tumblr #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd fanart #文豪ストレイドッグス #bungo stray dogs fanart #chuuya fanart #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya #chuuyabsd #nakahara chūya #nakaharachuuya #bsd nakahara

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sableeira · 11 months ago

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Sable!!!! I see throwing praise to everyone I'm throwing some to you too!! I loooove the painted textures of your finished pieces, I love how you render light and I love your color palettes. I also love reading your thoughts and compliments in the tags (both on my posts and others') and you're a very comfortable and nice presence on my dash and fandom circle, I hope to continue seeing you having a great time here! :D

If I'm not mistaken new year should be very soon now for you, so a happy new year again, even more luck and success because we need it!! 💪

Nawy!! That’s so lovely thank you so much!! I’m very glad to hear that especially to be perceived as a comfortable presence makes me very happy!! And same goes to you! It’s always a joy to have you on the dashboard!!

I think my favorite artwork of this past year is Chuuya in front of his burning car!

my bsd obsession single-handedly brought back my motivation to draw after not finding joy in drawing for years. And in the beginning I was really struggling to find a style I like. I feel like this artwork was the first step in finding a style and workflows I’m comfortable with and felt like developing further. I had that concept in mind for a looong time but I wasn’t confident enough to try my hand at executing it. But it turned out to be a joy to work on and I’m proud how it came together in the end!

I wishing you all the luck and success as well 💖 We need it but I believe we can do it!!

#it’s nice seeing everyone’s fave artworks of last year #especially because I remember most of them from when I saw them on my dash the first time #asks

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sensitiveheartless · 2 years ago

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I really love how you convey Dazai’s emotions in your art, especially through his eyes!!!!! Like in your recent comic how they look like scratches when he’s disassociated or the spirals whenever he’s more emotional, its *chefs kiss*

!!!! :O thank you!!! That’s so nice to hear, I’m glad the emotions are coming across — honestly Dazai was one of the motivating factors that made me want to be able to draw expressions better alaksjdjd I look at him and want to subject him to Emotions. (Also, I love how his eyes are in the manga, and how they change depending on how he’s feeling!)

This actually made me remember a nineteen page comic that I never finished rendering (from January 2022, specifically), because that was one of my early attempts at really delving into drawing Dazai having those kinds of emotions (basically the whole thing was him having a very bad time late at night and Chuuya hanging with him, keeping him company)

It feels a bit strange to look at this now and see how the way I draw him has shifted in the last year alsksjdjfj — but the motivation of Dazai Having Emotions remains much the same lol

…actually these two pages have interestingly similar vibes. Huh.

#thanks again!! I appreciate this a lot ;;#ask box #bsd #my art

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slow-slug · 5 months ago

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Here's the wip I will probably never finish but listen me and my friend have so much fun lately creating soukoku fantasy au, and I have some stuff I wrote for it. So yes its not finished but it's been so long and I wanted to share. (Its basically love letter to Chuua cough cough)

Chuuya Nakahara was beautiful. That’s an indisputable fact, a well known one - sun is bright, water is wet and Nakahara Chuuya is beautiful in every possible sense of this word.

Dazai knew that from the very beginning of their acquaintanceship, well aware of the looks people on the streets were giving his (friend? lover?) partner. How bartenders in taverns were scanning him up and down, sending flirty looks his way and even sometimes touching his arm and hands.

Chuuya as always remained blissfully oblivious to all this attention he was given. Time and time again, he would be blunt in his responses and all the flirting would go over his head. He wouldn't get that someone is trying to win him over even if they kneeled before him and asked for his hand in marriage. That’s just part of the charm, leaving him even more desirable.

Anyways…Dazai was perfectly at peace with this knowledge, he layed in their bed at night, not able to sleep because of Chuuya’s loud snoring and insomnia, long enough to come to terms with that unquestionable fact- his partner was beautiful. Really, there is no other more fitting word to describe well enough his looks, his personality, his voice, his fiery colored hair.

Sure there are other epithets that would do nicely, like lovely or stunning, but they just felt wrong. Beautiful was such a simple word, a basic one that everyone learns at the beginning of their existence. Beautiful smile, beautiful flower, beautiful person. Beautiful-

Maybe it was because Chuuya was, in Dazai’s humble opinion, the sole definition of simple. Simple yet not. A person - a half demon, a somebody mixed, mended and bonded with some sinister being that couldn’t be described even in elfs’ ancient tongue. Nakahara Chuuya was everything and nothing at the same time. He smiled, he raged with emotions like a mixed bag of magical explosives. He laughed with his whole body, lighting up the room he was in and drawing people to him. He was a pure destructive power, raw and pumping with adrenaline and danger, he was a calamity coming down on his foes, grinning in their faces and at their demise.

Yet, he was also a quiet person, respecting Dazai’s moods, helping lost orphans, abounded on the dirty streets of slums. Chuuya was the one that helped him bandage his arm with ratty old bandages around his spell scars and weird tattoos, that even the taller man didn't know their origin. He was the one holding Dazai at night, snoring like an old tractor. When he was focused on spellworking practice his tongue poked out and he frowned, funnily changing his freckles into different shapes and constellations.

And then his eyes, gods his eyes. Beautiful cobalts and indigos, prussian blues and stormy grays, all swirling in two perfectly combined harmony. Harmony but colors fight with each other, sparkling, bustling, rumbling in silent screams that were so adamant for attention. Eyes that changed correspondly to weather. Summers with blue skies in two pools and winters with cracking night colors one could say nearly navy, heavy with dark pigments. The most expressive part in Chuuya's appearance, no matter what, always changing, liquid-like, overflowing and constantly different. Shining with life and joy, empty when times get heavier and hazy with sensual bliss. Simply beautiful. Breathtaking even, leaving Dazai gasping for air, clenching shirt over his heart, to just catch one pitiful breath.

So how can Dazai exhale now, when Chuuya is, is-

Dancing.

The brown haired male was sitting at the wooden benches that creaked with every movement, but was still surprisingly sturdy. The wood was somewhat sticky, with some substance that Dazai didn't want to know the contents of. He was enjoying his freshly brewed beer, sipping from (again) sticky mug and observing the wide fields.

The midsummer festival in the nearby town was in full swing. Villagers from their hometown, that Dazai didn't bother to learn the name of, were perfectly on time with the yearly celebration.

The fair was a gesture of thankfulness for the plentiful harvest this year, showing their gratitude to some god they stupidly believed in. On the other hand if creatures like Chuuya and him exsited, then why not gods and goddesses? He must read about it tomorrow, he will definitely convincente Chuuya to come on a library ride again. The last time they robbed a place like this, their whole house was cluttered with old books and scrolls. Speaking about his partner…

He took another sip, looking at the scene before him through his lashes. The redhead was in the middle of the big crowd, dancing and twirling around with other villagers on the spacious meadow. Year after year nothing changed, there was live music played by some more talented people. Shouts of joy mingled with loud chatter and sounds of instruments. The crowd happily danced to quick tempo, holding each other arms and hands, switching partners with quick moves and getting lost with other ones to music.

Thank u for reading 💜💜

#soukoku #soukoku fantasy au #dazai fell first and harder #he adores chuuya sm #if you are interested I have more wips of this au #like this fantasy au has A LOT of headcanons so maybe I should just write them down here #chuuya x dazai

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dazaisimpletmereadfanficspls · 1 year ago

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A bloody goodbye

A/N Hi this is my first time posting on tumblr, I wrote something right after my daily mental breakdown from chapter 109 so I was in the mood to write something sad<3 ALSO MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD

The room felt cold to Chuuya, like he was suddenly embraced by the ghost of a dead friend. Perhaps that really is what happened just now. Four bullet wounds could be seen on his old friend and ex partner's body, two to his shoulders, one to his kidney and a finishing blow to his head.

The same Dazai who just wouldn't die, even after all those suicide attempts was killed by the hands of his dear friend. What a sight, any normal person would think that he'd be happy. He has expressed his disgust and hate for Dazai many times.

"Congratulations Chuuya"

A voice rings in his head, his head filled with questions when he stares at the pistol in his hand. Nothing can compare to the immense guilt and horror he felt. He didn't need to ask, he knew exactly what happened. Dazai's lifeless body laying limp right in front of him, the voice of a Russian man ringing in his head and a horrible ache penetrating his skull.

He hated it, all of it. He was in horrible pain, every inch of his body hurt. But that could never even compare to the pain he inflicted on his ex partner. He wanted to throw up, he wanted to die, he wanted to kill the Russian, so many things were happening in his head he felt it was his only option.

"Granters of dark disgrace.."

As he muttered the words feared by all those who faces him on the battefield, he realized this would be his last time using Corruption. After all, no one can save him anymore.

"You need not wake me again"

Red marks appeared on his arms and his face, as his consciousness once again slipped away. The burning sensation of pure rage fading into pure agony from the form. He screamed in pain, but he could feel the power flowing through his veins.

"Chuuya? What are you doing?! This prison can withstand you abilities, you can't just break out with brute force!"

He could hear the Russian's voice fading, this would be his last kill. He could end a war right then and there, but he didn't do it because he had anyone to protect. He didn't care anymore. A small hint of regret flashed in his eyes before the god within him unleashed itself and everything went dark.

Dostoevksy didn't panic, after all why would he? He had completed his goal, and there was no way Chuuya could get to him. He had taken measurements, although he had not thought about the possibility that Chuuya would use Corruption. It was a terrible idea, and he knew it very well.

He would take his final breath in the prison, by the hands of his bishop. This was the end of the terrorrist Fyodor Dostoevsky. And he was ready, he had many things to say. But he'd get another chance the next time he manifests. And he'd do it all over again.

The door to the control room swings open, and a short male flew in throwing a wild punch at the Russian. In an uncontrollable rage, he tore the man's skin off his bones, he punched the anemics face over and over until it was so dismorphed he didn't look human anymore. It hurt, but he never screamed. He had experienced far worse, he felt his own death draw near as the light slipped from his fingertips. He no longer had a reason to hide his true self. He was no man of god, he was a devil, a demon born in the flesh. There was not an ounce of humanity left in his wretched mind.

He never took a final breath, his lungs were ripped out of his body at the hands of the raging man. His death was not a grand moment, no one could see the look in his eyes as he said his goodbyes to the world. He died in pure agony, by the hands of a man he made his servant.

It had been too long, there was no second chance for Chuuya anymore. He had passed the point of no return. In the brief moment where his consciousness returned to him, he could see a man with long white hair in a braid. The man's face was blurry, but he knew exactly who it was. This man was there to witness both their deaths.

"'Till death do we part, Chuuya"

"What kind of sappy crap are you making up now?"

"Y'know, one day I'm gonna succeed."

"Succeed in what, exactly?"

"I'll finally get to die."

"When that happens I'll open a bottle of my finest wine and drink it with everyone from the Port Mafia by my side."

He never planned on celebrating Dazai's death, that would be far too much for his heart to handle.

What did he feel in his last moments? The man who witnessed his death would know. A beatiful, bloody goodbye to his friend, his enemy and his suffering.

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quirkywalrus · 1 year ago

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Fated Park bench | Chuuya x Reader | SFW

TW: slight swearing

In the heart of a bustling city, where the streets were always alive with the rhythm of life, two souls were about to collide in the most unexpected way.

You, a young artist, were lost in your thoughts as you wandered effortlessly through the local park. You found the park a peaceful place to think of new creations with both minimal noise but company at the same time. Near the pond littered with ducks, you pulled out your sketchbook, sitting down at the edge of the pond and started to sketch some of the cute ducks. Whilst drawing the cute wildlife, you heard the faint tapping and sighing of someone who sounded rather stressed and in a rush to finishing whatever it was they were working on. You discreetly turned your head so you could see out of the corner of your eye.

You were took back by the sight you saw. The owner of the laptop had autumn coloured hair which the sunlight was just absorbed into, his stressed eyes were a beautiful blue colour, almost the same colour as the pond you were sketching. You could sit there and watch him forever - you seemed to look like you were in heaven yet he looked like he was in his own personal hell.

"FUCK SAKE STUPID PIECE OF SHIT JUST WORK!" with the mesmerising man shouting you turned your head quickly hoping that he didn't notice you drinking him in.

You pondered about whether you should ask him if he was ok but the clothing he was wearing gave you the assumption that he worked for something rather important and confidential and that you probably shouldn't disturb him. All you could hear was the growling of this man, to the point where he was so frustrated that he threw his hat on the floor in frustration - however the wind had other plans and blew it straight into you. You out down your sketchbook and placed your bag on it to weight it down from the mischievous breeze as you reached for the hat before it became friends with the ducks in the cold water.

You brushed off any dirt from the hat before gazing at it for a few seconds - it looked like it was perfectly made for him. You shook your head after the thought, you don't even know the guy you can't be falling for him already.

With a deep breath, you stood up with the hat in both hands, quietly walking up to the man on the bench without trying to anger him too much.

"H-hey, I don't mean to disturb you but is this yours?" You knew full well that it was but it seemed like the right thing to ask and start the conversation at the time.

The man looked up and just stared. You didn't necessarily feel uncomfortable but more concerned even though he was just a stranger.

"Hello? Are you ok sir?" this guy must either be drunk or just as socially awkward as you.

"I- er- yeah, it is mine, thank you. Don't know what I would've done without it..." he gently took the hat from your hands, accidentally brushing his against yours.

"No it's ok, if I hadn't had caught it then it would have been making friend with the ducks and swans by now" you giggled and blushed, playing with your hair to try and ground your feelings.

You both remained silent but deeply looking at each other with warm smiles. Just as you began to walk back to your sketchbook, a voice pricked your ears.

"Y-you can come and share the bench with me if you like? I'm sure it's comfier than sitting on the concrete..."

You nodded and picked up your belongings and sat next to him.

"So...What's your name?" you whispered to him subtly

"Chuuya, yours?"

"y/n..." you giggled and looked at your duck sketches.

"You an artist then? They look pretty cool"

"Awww thanks! I wouldn't say I'm an artist but I do like to draw in my free time when I'm not busy working"

"I like it, what do you work as?"

"Well, I work in as an office apprentice Monday to Friday and in a cafe on Saturday morning, so I don't get much time to draw" you laughed and sighed, drinking in the sights of the sun-lit pond.

"Anyway, enough about me, what do you do Chuuya?"

"Oh I work for...the mafia" he muttered. He was more surprised that you didn't jump up and run away, making him feel less anxious about getting to know you.

You talked and talked for hours on end sat on the same park bench. You both decided to go and get some lunch as it was starting to tick into the late afternoon and you both hadn't eaten yet. Whilst at lunch you got to know each other more, finding out about each others interesting lives and likes and dislikes.

It was turning dusk and the cafe was about to close so you decided to take a walk together as it was still warm and the weather was nice. Your walk ended up back through the park to the bench where you both met earlier that day. You sit and watch the gorgeous sun set behind the trees.

"I'd like to do this again with you y/n. Same time next week?" Chuuya proposed, fiddling with his nails. You tore one of the duck pictures from your sketchbook and wrote your phone number down next to it in a speech bubble.

"We can talk all the time until then right? Then we can plan where to go from this fated park bench" you smiled.

Days turned into weeks where every weekend Chuuya would ask if you wanted to meet at the bench. You were definitely falling for him, despite his past as that wasn't important to you - the future was. You couldn't necessarily tell what his intentions were as he seemed to be very jokey all the time but that was something that you would just get to know over time hopefully.

It was a sunday evening and you were just about to get changed into your nightwear when your phone rang - it was him. Without a second thought you answered the phone.

"Hey-" you were cut off by Chuuya's voice.

"Meet me at the bench asap, please..." and then he hung up. What could he possibly need to see you for at this time of the night? You slipped on your shoes and draped a coat over your shoulders and walked to the park. You were a little nervous seeing as it was dark but the park had a lot of light from the street lamps and you felt safe meeting him so it didn't bother you too much.

And there he was, one foot on the bench and his hands in his pockets. He wore the same hat which you caught the day you met but this time he was holding something in his mouth - from afar you couldn't really make it out until you were almost in front of him. It was a rose. Your cheeks went hot instantly but you moved your hair in the best way you could to try and hide the embarrassing blush that was spilling across your face.

"Heyyyy how's it goin?" He grinned whilst still holding the flower in his mouth.

"Good I think? Why are we out here at this time of night?"

"I'll get straight to the point. The moment you gave my hat back to me that day I couldn't stop thinking about you. You are driving me crazy, would you consider...giving us a chance maybe?" he looked down after he finished his piece, as if he was anticipating rejection of some kind.

"yes" you whispered, his head jolted up.

"W-what?"

"Yes" you said a little louder with a little laugh at the end. Chuuya couldn't contain his excitement that he pulled your arms and planted a delicate but loving kiss on your lips. Once he realised what he just did, he pulled away a little, trying to process everything but you didn't give him the chance as you kissed him back, but this time you pulled him in by his hourglass waist with one hand in his hair.

Your fingers intertwined, as you sealed your budding romance with a promise to explore life together, embracing the serendipity that had brought your hearts together in the heart of the city.

And so, in a world full of chaos and noise, two kindred spirits found solace in each other's company, your love story a testament to the beauty of unexpected encounters and the magic of connection.

#bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #fanfic #bsd anime

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