#bsd chuuya

[chuuyassillyfan]

I miss my Chuuya's on bsd tales... I hope bsd gakuen releases it's ENG/Global version soon...

[totallycorrectbsdquotes]

Chuuya: Slash gamemode creative.

Shirase: Dude, this isn't Min-

Chuuya: starts levitating

[uramiwritesstuff]

I HAVE SOUKOKU IDEA

WHICH AU OF SKK SHOULD I DRAW...

Yōkai AU

Royal AU

Zombie APOCALYPSE AU

School AU

Remaining time: 2 days 20 hours

Also, if the poll you pick doesn't win, please comment and I MAY serve you some doodles 😃

[aquirkynameuwu]

currently writing a short chuuya angst one-shot. I'll post it once i'm done 😼

[lemunati]

i couldnt stop thinking about this scene in 15 where chuuya protects dazai

[eden-no-garden]

I love how everyone agreed that Dazai sneak into Chuuya's place lmao

[chvuyaxx]

Um ok bye again

[mouthfroth]

chuuya x reader getting high tgt 👀👀 a nsfw drabble maybe

im a bit slow so im sorry if youve specified anywhere that ur not comfortable with writing this ! !

⊹ ꒰🍷꒱ ˖ i know you ain't a drug but you get me so high — chuuya x fem!reader

⋆‧𓏲ּ𝄢𓏲ּ cw: use of drugs, high/drugged sex (both parties, consensual OFC!!), nsfw, cowgirl, creampie, breast play, shotgun kisses (i think that's what they're called?)

⋆‧𓏲ּ𝄢𓏲ּ a/n: i could not for the life of me find the artist for the middle picture, i think i spent more time looking for them than writing the actual fic.. ( ;´ - `;) pls lmk if yk the artist bc i love their art & it's like there's no trace of them anywhere.. but anyways.. i listened to the song at the end while writing this. also, i think this is one of my favorite, best fics yet, woww, this is definitely much longer than a drabble bc i couldn't (didn't want to) control myself ( ˶>˶˶<˶), so enjoy! ♡

⊹ ࣪ ˖ right picture credits: tumugi1

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡m.list♡ ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

you were already half in his lap on the bed when he pulled out the blunt. he turned it slow between his fingers first, just looking at it, then brought it to his lips. the lighter clicked soft. the tip caught and glowed, a tiny orange bloom in the dim light. he took the first pull, long and deep, eyes falling half shut like the smoke itself was something sweet. when he exhaled it was slow, a thin grey ribbon curling up between you both.

he didn't pass it right away. just watched you for a second, pupils already starting to soften, then leaned in close. "open up for me sweetheart," he murmured, voice low and a little rough.

you did. you parted your lips while he took a second drag, and let him press his mouth to yours. the smoke poured in warm and thick, it filled your lungs slowly and heavy, tasting like earth and something faintly sweet underneath. you held it, eyes fluttering, then breathed out once more against his lips. the high started blooming almost immediately—soft at the edges, a gentle float settling behind your eyes.

he took another pull. longer this time. held the smoke in his chest while his free hand slid up your thigh, thumb stroking lazy circles. when he kissed you again it was deeper, messier— his lips were already a little slack against yours, tongue lazy when it slid into your mouth right after the smoke so you tasted both at once. you moaned into it without meaning to, the sound soft and already a little slurry.

“good?” he asked against your mouth, voice thick.

“mmhm… s’warm…” you breathed. “feels all… floaty already…”

he smiled and took one more hit before passing the blunt. your fingers brushed his as you took it. you pulled slow, careful, the burn mild and the smoke smooth. when you leaned in to give it back to him he met you halfway, mouth open, and the kiss that followed was all shared breath and lazy tongues. the feeling was settling deeper now—everything going syrupy and golden, the world turning down its volume while the color of him got brighter.

the kisses left you both a little dizzy, mouths staying close even after the smoke was gone. you could feel the heat of it curling low in your belly, that heavy, syrupy warmth that made every brush of skin feel twice as nice.

“mmh…” you mumbled against his mouth, voice already going slurry. “feels all… soft..”

“yeah…” he exhaled the word against your cheek, nuzzling there. “you’re gettin’ all soft too.. like it.”

his hands wandered under your shirt, palms hot and a little clumsy, dragging up your sides. you arched into the touch without thinking, pressing your chest against his, wanting more of that solid heat. he peeled the fabric up and off, slow, and then it was just your bra and the thin cotton of your panties between you. he didn’t rush the bra either—unhooked it, still trying to be careful but doing it clumsily—then tossed it somewhere behind the bed. the air on your bare tits made you shiver, nipples already tight.

you were feeling him up just as much, hands sliding over his chest, down his stomach, fingers tracing the lines of muscle like you were memorizing them all over again in this new feeling. usually his body was warm already, but now it felt hotter under your palms. you leaned in and licked a slow stripe up the side of his neck, tasting salt and skin, and the little groan he let out went straight between your legs.

“playful tonight, huh?” he mumbled, voice thick. his hands found your waist, squeezing.

“mmhm… wanna touch you…” you slurred, pressing yourself closer, grinding your pussy down against the hard line of him through his pants. the friction was perfect—slow and filthy—and you did it again just to hear his breath hitch.

you got his shirt off somehow, sluggish with it, and then it was skin on skin. you could feel the heat curling, that syrupy warmth that made every brush of skin feel twice as nice. you kept rocking against him, little circles of your hips, the thin fabric of your panties already damp and sticking to your lips. his hands slid down to cup your ass, guiding the grind—everything felt plush and slow, the drag of his thumbs over your hard nipples, his cock twitching under you when you pressed down harder—how every so often he’d lean in for another kiss—smoke shared mouth to mouth until your heads were both fuzzy and light.

“chuuya…” you breathed, dipping down to lick the corner of his mouth. “wan' you baby… want t' ride you…”

“yeah doll? c’mere then.” he sounded wrecked already, pupils blown wide. “get these off- no. leave the panties, wanna feel ‘em get all ruined.”

you laughed, soft, and helped him shove his pants and boxers down just enough. his cock sprang free—hard and aching, the head already leaking, maybe a bit too much for when you were sober for a sex night—and you couldn’t help but wrap your fingers around it, stroking slow. the skin was so hot, velvety. you watched a bead of pre drip down the side and smeared it with your thumb, and the low grunt he let out made your cunt clench around nothing.

you rose up on your knees, tugging your panties to the side just enough, and dragged the head of him through your folds. the slick sound was filthy. you were so wet it was almost embarrassing—sopping, drooling down onto him—but you didn't care, or didn't even notice, to be honest. the heat of your cunt against his cock made both of you moan.

“fuck… look at that baby,” he slurred, staring between your bodies. “you’re soaked. dripping all over me…”

you whined, and sank down slow, your hole parting around him before taking him inch by inch until your thighs were flush with his and he was buried to the hilt. the fullness punched a breathy whimper out of you. your cunt was molded around him, already fluttering and gripping, and every pulse of his cock inside you felt enormous.

“ohh… chuuya…” you breathed, forehead dropping to his. “y're so deep… feels so fucking good…”

"fuuck.." he moaned at the feeling of you wrapped around his sensitive cock so snugly, head tilting back in pleasure like it was already too much. "god.. always so fuckin' tight.. feels like heaven.." his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, eyes fluttering. "don' move for a sec baby, please.."

you sat on it for a few seconds, just adjusting to the amplified feeling, and taking the delicious view in front of you with a loose smile. then started moving; slow at first—little grinds that kept him all the way inside your guts, rolling your hips so your clit dragged against his pelvis. the wet schlick of it filled the quiet room. his hands were all over you—pawing at your waist, sliding up to fondle your tits, circling your nipples again. your own hands roamed over his shoulders, dipping down to your own tummy to feel the faint bulge, then to where you were stretched around him.

“love this…” you mumbled, voice high and breathy. “love how hard you are…”

he gripped your thighs harder, lifting you up a bit before dropping you down on his cock, "faster baby.. c'mon don't shy out on me now.."

you picked up a little more rhythm, rising and sinking, the wet plap-plap-plap of your ass meeting his getting louder. every time you dropped down his cock speared deep, and your pussy clung to him on the way up like it didn’t want to let go. the high had you giddy with it—everything felt so good, so warm and dreamy—and you couldn’t stop the slutty little moans spilling out of you, alongside the small chuckle that slipped out purely from the euphoria.

chuuyas head tilted back up at the sound to see your face, eyes wide and his pupils blown, watching you fuck him and yourself silly on his cock, "look at you all giddy.." he sounded almost surprised.. but not really. if only, he was more turned on. "laughin' on my dick now? that good baby?"

you leaned in and licked a slow stripe up his cheek, tasting the faint salt of his skin, giggling low and breathless. "shut up," though your voice carried no heat, only the good kind. and the way his hips jerked up into that gummy, swollen spot made you eat your words right back and moan against his face.

“fuck- ,” he grunted, voice wrecked. “shit, that’s hot…”

you smiled and leaned down to kiss his ear, messy and open mouthed, while you kept bouncing up and down on his cock. your panties that were shoved to the side and soaked through, the fabric sticking to your folds every time you moved. the smell of sex was starting to fill the room—hot and musky and so fucking good.

“you’re squeezin’ me so tight,” he slurred, hands gripping your ass to help you bounce. “sweetest pussy ever.. fuckin’ suckin’ me in…”

you were. your cunt was fluttering around him uncontrollably, clenching every time he bottomed out, and you could feel yourself dripping down his shaft, your shared juices smearing all over his pelvis and yours, making a mess of both of you. you felt the knot tightening, delicious heat spreading from your full tummy to your thighs and down.

“gonna cum chuu…” you whimpered, high-pitched and loud. “chuuya- m’gonna cream all over you…”

“do it,” he groaned, thrusting up to meet you. “wanna feel it.. wanna feel you gush…”

you rode him harder, thighs trembling, and when the orgasm hit it rolled through you in thick, pulsing waves. your cunt spasmed around his cock, clenching and fluttering, and you felt yourself spilling—hot and wet, oozing down around him. the wet sounds got louder, slicker, and you kept grinding through it, chasing every last spark.

“fuck- yes-” he grunted, hips stuttering. “milk me… just like that sweetheart…”

you didn’t stop. kept riding him messily now, cunt still twitching, and the oversensitivity had you mewling softly with every thrust. he was close—you could feel it in the way his cock was pulsing inside you, leaking, twitching.

“cum in me,” you breathed against his mouth, pressing your lips on his hard, kissing him hot and sloppy. “wanna feel you spill in my guts.. mmfhh- pleasepleaseplease…”

one hand slid up your damp back as he yanked you down hard and held you there, your tits squashing on his chest while he buried himself as deep as he could go, hips lifting off the bed in time with a gutteral and hard moan into your mouth. his cock spurted thick ropes of cum inside you—hot and heavy, filling you up nice and good until you could feel it starting to leak out around his shaft. he kept twitching, grinding up into you through the waves, the repeating rubbing of his tip kissing your cervix making you clench all over again as the pleasure melted into something softer for you both.

you stayed like that for a long time after—still joined, still high, still floating. his hands stroked slow up and down your spine. his breathing was deep and uneven against your shoulder, each exhale warm and a little shaky. you matched it without thinking, chests rising and falling together. every now and then one of you would shift just enough to stirr the mess inside you, sending another slow wave of pleasure rolling through both of you.

you pulled back just enough to look at him, and let out a breathy laugh—his cheeks were flushed deep pink, lips swollen and shiny from all the kissing, hair a wild mess of orange strands sticking to his forehead. the blown out black of his pupils made the blue of his eyes look almost unreal in the low light. there was a faint sheen of sweat along his collarbones, and the lazy, satisfied curve of his mouth was so soft it made something warm twist in your chest. he looked wrecked in the prettiest way—loose limbed and glowing, like the high and the orgasm had melted every sharp edge off him.

"you look high outta your mind right now.."

he scoffed in response—fondly—as his gaze drifted over your face with the same unfocused wonder. the way your lips were parted and a little shiny, the glassy sheen still in your eyes, the faint flush that had spread down your neck and across your chest. a few strands of hair stuck to your cheek. he reached up with slow, clumsy fingers and brushed them away, then just left his palm cupped against the side of your face like he couldn’t stand not touching you. "says the one giggling which riding me like there's no tomorrow, angel. pot meet kettle i guess.."

you rolled your eyes, still smiling, and leaned into gis touch, eyes half lidded. everything was still floaty, the room smelled like sex and smoke and warm skin. the quiet was thick and comfortable, broken only by the soft sounds of your breathing and the occasional wet shift when one of you moved.

you nuzzled into his neck, still full of him, still dripping. “we're definitely doing this again.. for suuure.." you planted a pack to his lips.

"loved it, love you…”

“love you too,” he mumbled, his voice going more quiet, more sleepy.

“and yeah, we're gonna do it again. for sure baby, for sure."

oh, man, the shit these drugs will do to you.

♡𐙚ּ ֶָ֢.

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