Summary: Chuuya stumbles home piss-drunk in the dead of night. Safe to say, you were both in for a really long night.
A/N: Sorry for having to make this two parts, it exceeded Tumblr's character limit per post so I had to split it :/
MASTERLIST
The clock struck 2:13 AM.
You heard it before you saw him—heavy boots dragging down the hallway, a muttered curse under his breath, and the unmistakable jingle of keys fumbling at the door. You paused the movie quietly playing on your laptop and sighed, closing it with a soft click before slipping out of bed. The door creaked open just as you stepped into the kitchen. You reached into the cabinet for the painkillers. You were already bracing yourself for whatever version of him tonight had dragged home.
“Chuuya?” you called gently, rounding the corner into the hallway.
No answer—just the dull thunk of his coat hitting the floor and the slow, off-beat rhythm of boots scuffing against hardwood. A second later came a muted thud and a mumbled curse.
“Who the hell… put the damn wall there?”
You met him halfway down the hall.
He looked like a mess, honestly—copper hair tousled from the wind and too many frustrated fingers run through it, his hat dangling limply from one hand. His tie was hanging half-undone and hopelessly crooked. He smelled like expensive whiskey, smoke, and a little too much pride.
“Hey, doll,” Chuuya slurred with a crooked grin, blinking up at you like he wasn’t entirely sure you were real. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, cheeks flushed with more than the cold. “Miss me?”
You caught him just in time before he face-planted into the hallway rug.
“Careful,” you huffed, looping an arm around his waist to keep him upright. “You almost kissed the carpet.”
“I didn’t even see the carpet,” he mumbled into your shoulder, clinging to you like gravity itself had a personal vendetta against him.
“I’m fine,” he added, swaying like a ship in a storm. “Just got… y’know… gravity issues. S’not my fault the floor’s crooked.”
“The floor isn’t crooked, Chuuya. You are.”
“That’s rude,” he said with mock offense, attempting to point at you—but it was more of a gentle wobble in your general direction. “Y’can’t insult your handsome boyfriend. S’bad manners.”
“No, sweetheart. That’s physics.”
“Ohhh,” he drawled, like you’d just unlocked the mysteries of the universe. “That’s what that is. Gravity. She’s a bitch.”
He shook loose from your grip with more confidence than coordination—and promptly stumbled forward with a half-spin that sent him staggering into the kitchen.
“Chuuya—!”
Too late. He tripped over the rug at the threshold and staggered with both arms flailing like a marionette mid-seizure before finally catching himself—by slapping both palms dramatically onto the nearest countertop.
Which just so happened to be occupied by your toaster.
There was a beat of silence before he looked up.
Then, with all the solemn gravity of a man who believed he was making deep, meaningful eye contact, Chuuya leaned in and said, “Hey there, gorgeous. You heating things up for anyone else tonight… or just me?”
You stared, wide-eyed, as he blinked slowly at the stainless-steel appliance like it had personally proposed.
“...Did you just hit on the toaster?”
“I tripped,” he muttered, as if that explained everything. Then, with no shame whatsoever, he whispered to the toaster, “You’re hot. S’a compliment. Don’t tell my girlfriend.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose but couldn’t keep the smile off your face. “Oh my god.”
He looked affronted. “Don’t be jealous. She’s just... shiny.”
You guided him toward the bed, half-carrying, half-dragging as he mumbled nonsense between steps.
“You always smell nice,” he murmured, nuzzling into your shoulder as he went. “Like soap… and hope. And… maybe cookies? Did you make cookies?”
“I lit a candle.”
“Oh.”
He paused for a beat. “Still think it was cookies.”
He stumbled again and looked down at his boots with suspicion. “My boots hate me. Jealous, probably. Of my ankles. ‘Cause they’re perfect.”
You snorted, fighting a smile as you lowered him onto the bed and tugged his hat from his hand. His hair stuck to his forehead in wild waves. His tie looked like it had given up halfway through the night.
He groaned and leaned his head back, eyes fluttering shut before squinting back at you through heavy lids. “Whatcha doin’, sweetheart?” he asked, slurred and slow as you knelt to unlace his boots.
“Taking care of you,” you said simply.
“Aren’t you just the sweetest,” he murmured, his hand brushing your hair with a trembling touch. Somehow, he seemed slightly more sober. “Y’don’t have to do all this. But I’m glad you do. You’re soft...”
You didn’t even have time to comment before he muttered, “I think I kissed a jukebox.”
You looked up. “You what?”
“Wait. No. Might’ve been a vending machine.” He frowned, struggling to recall. “Shiny. Judgmental. Gave me a look.”
Nop. Still drunk.
You sighed, tugging off his boots. “You went too far tonight, didn’t you?”
He didn’t answer right away—just looked at you with those whiskey-glazed eyes, full of something distant and heavy.
“They wouldn’t shut up,” he muttered finally. “About Dazai. About the past. So I reminded ’em.”
“By drinking them under the table?”
“And throwin’ one of ‘em through it,” he added proudly.
You exhaled sharply—equal parts exasperated and utterly endeared before taking a seat next to him. “Chuuya.”
“What?” he asked, suddenly innocently offended. “You’re not mad, right? You can’t be mad, I brought you something.”
You blinked. “You did?”
He patted down his coat with exaggerated concentration, fumbling through pockets before triumphantly producing… a bottle cap. He held it up like it was treasure.
“Ta-daaa~.”
You stared. “Wow. Just what I always wanted.”
“I knew you’d love it,” he said, beaming, then leaned heavily against your side. “You’re so warm. Like a bed. Or a… really fancy scarf.”
You shook your head, lips twitching. “You’re drunk.”
“You’re beautiful,” he replied without missing a beat, as if that settled the entire conversation.
You groaned and handed him the metal water bottle you had been drinking from when he’d stumbled in. “You’re going to have a headache the size of Yokohama tomorrow.”
“Already feel it coming,” he muttered, his words slurring just slightly as he tipped the water bottle to his lips, eyes fluttering closed like they were too heavy to keep open. His hand trembled slightly as he fumbled the bottle, taking a swig more out of instinct than coordination. It was a struggle for him, but he was determined to finish it, even if it meant half spilling it down the front of his shirt.
You watched him for a moment, your heart softening as he sank into the matress, his head tipping back against the headboard with a groan. You knew that sinking feeling all too well—the hangover was already knocking at his door, and he wasn’t in any condition to deal with it just yet.
You reached over and pressed two painkillers into his hand, feeling the warmth of his fingers as they closed around them with far less precision than he usually had. “Here,” you said gently, helping him tilt his head back so he could swallow them. His eyes were still closed, his face slack with exhaustion, but he managed a weak smile as he leaned into your touch.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow beneath his cheek.
You hummed softly in acknowledgment, your fingers brushing the damp strands of his hair away from his forehead as you leaned in close to him. “You’re a mess,” you teased, but it was with affection, as you worked on pulling his shirt from where it had bunched up over his stomach.
The fabric was wrinkled, and the collar had been twisted all wrong. It took far more effort than it should’ve—his body limp, not quite cooperating with your hands as you struggled to remove his shirt without jostling him around too much.
He let out a half-sigh, half-groan, and managed to lift his arms slightly, giving you just enough room to peel the shirt off over his head. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he murmured, his voice still thick with drunkenness, and you couldn't help but smile at the familiar, lazy flirtation that was now tinged with exhaustion.
“Lucky, huh?” you muttered, finally managing to get the shirt off and tossing it to the floor in a heap.
You moved on to his tie next, giving it a gentle tug, and he made a soft, almost imperceptible sound of protest before he weakly helped you undo it. His fingers were stiff, but you guided his hands with patience, untangling the knot with ease. He let out another small groan when you finished, his head lolling to the side as he slurred, “I swear, if I wasn't so dizzy, I’d be making it way easier on you.”
“Oh, I know,” you teased back. His eyes barely opened, a sleepy, half-lidded gaze still fixated on you as you worked. It was almost sweet, the way he let you take care of him despite all his usual stubbornness. “But we both know you’re not in any condition to be helpful right now.”
He huffed, a soft chuckle escaping him. “Fine. I’ll just lay here and let you be the responsible one. I trust you with my life.”
You smiled softly as you finished peeling away the last of his rumpled work clothes, throwing them in a heap on the floor and trading his wrinkled shirt and slacks for the familiar comfort of his pajama bottoms. The task was a little more difficult than it should’ve been, but you managed to get him settled, his clothes discarded in a haphazard pile on the floor. You tucked the blankets around him, pulling them up to his chin, ensuring he was warm and comfortable before sitting down beside him on the bed.
His hand, which had been slack at his side just moments ago, reached for yours, fingers curling around yours loosely in a gesture that felt almost childlike in its simplicity. His grip was weak but steady, and you could feel the warmth of his hand as he settled into the bed, his eyes barely open but focused on you as if trying to stay present.
“Get some sleep, hun,” you whispered, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He didn’t respond immediately—his chest rising and falling steadily as he drifted off. But just before he succumbed to the pull of sleep entirely, he murmured, “I love you.”
You pressed a soft kiss to his hand, holding it a little tighter. “I love you too, you idiot. Get some rest.”
And with that, he was out like a light, his breath soft and even, the gentle rise and fall of his chest a steady rhythm in the quiet room.
a/n: kinda wrote these in mind thinking it was also giving them a handjob for the first time so I guess that's double the fun!
Dazai Osamu ♡
Your eyes looked up to find Dazai's face, searching for a sign of approval. In response, Dazai let out a validating, soft moan and closed his eyes as he nodded. "You're doing excellent, belladonna."
It wasn't unexpected. Dazai, sharp and observant as a hawk, had seen the way your eyes lingered over every small change in his facial expressions. While you were dating, both of you had agreed to take things slow. Even small milestones like holding hands was a huge thing for the man that was wrapped in bandages. The slow burn of deepening your relationship into each other's hearts until it left a permanent mark that even time couldn't erase, was wonderful.
But with time grows desire. Dazai teased you to the point of dilated pupils, hitching breaths, and a blush that cups your cheeks. Exactly like planned, the detective thought, smirking behind the mask of crafted innocence. Except, the plan had been for you to beg him to touch you; not that you would beg to make him feel good as your fingers pushed his hips onto the couch. Dazai is highly aware of his intelligence that makes him read people as if they are a children's book, but sometimes, he thinks he doesn't always grab your nature. The type of nature that has you on your knees in front of him, getting high off of his pleasure.
When you wanted to focus your attention back on the twitching cock in your hand, the sight of Dazai's fingers grabbed your attention. You knew Dazai better than any living soul. Although still a mystery novel that hides behind words of deceive and avoidance to keep parts of itself hidden until the time of reveal is there, this mystery novel was slowly showing you its pages that brought you closer to the truth.
One of the mysteries revealed was Dazai's massive self-control over his external reactions. Emotions were another vulnerable aspect of what it meant to be human, and Dazai hid them masterfully. A part of that was because it functioned as a tactic to reach his goals and stay in control, but a part of you wondered if it was because Dazai feared vulnerability more than a bullet. Emotional suffering is torture for the ones with a sensitive heart.
While Dazai's face was decorated in controlled bliss and his moans playing like a soft lullaby, the slender fingers around the sheets were clinging for dear life. You see... could you make another crack in that composed facade?
Your thumb starts drawing circles over Dazai's tip and with that, you witnessed the twitching of both his cock and fingers. A soft groan escaped Dazai's clenched jaw. "Ah, that's my belladonna. You're soo good to me, hm? Working hard for that reward." That controlled tone...
... It wasn't enough.
Dazai could tell something changed. Even though he had his eyes closed in concentration, clinging to the tiny bit of control he had, he noticed how your stroking became irregular. "What's filling your mind that isn't my- argh, shit." Dazai's eyes shot open as he bolted his hips deeper into your mouth, leaving you gagged for a good second.
That face of pure shock and arousal, the one you rarely got to see on your lover, revealed itself to you as you had taken Dazai's tip into your mouth. "Y/N, that's-"
Another lick and Dazai's original sentence was replaced by a moan, and the detective felt like all control slipped between his fingers when you placed your hands around the rest of his cock.
Dazai grabbed your hair, hissing you to go slower because oh God, he was about to cum faster than he ever did in his twenty-two years of living, and God knows he did not want this euphoria to end this soon. Oh, he really wasn't used to feeling this good-
"Belladonna, y/n, please-" Dazai didn't know what he was begging you for. For you to go slower? Faster? What it was, you hummed in approval. That little vibration was all it needed for Dazai to throw his head in his neck. His toes curled as high-pitched whines fell over lips that had become swollen in a miserable attempt to hide his moans.
When you looked up after swallowing, you were met with Dazai's bangs hanging over his eyes. "Osamu, are you okay?" Worried, you push the chocolate colored bangs aside and... oh.
He was so pretty with scarlet painted cheeks. Dazai couldn't even look you in the eyes, giving up after one second of eye-contact before shyly facing another side with his head. "That was... good. For a first attempt."
You chuckled as your hand caresses the cheek that faced your way and with a slightly hoarse voice you respond: "Good. I'll make you even feel better next time."
Dazai's hands twitch one last time before he closes his eyes and mentally picks up every string that he lost along the way. As the detective opens his eyes, you can see the control and seduction in those dark eyes that you love so much.
Dazai leans closer until you feel his breath on your ear. His lips tickle and a shiver runs down your spine as he whispers: "Someone has earned that reward, hasn't she? Let's see how long I can make you last."
Kunikida Doppo ♡
Rubies could not compete with the radiant red glow of Kunikida's face as he realized what you were about to do. The detective should have known you were up to something when he was preparing today's schedule and you had popped up behind him, placing your arms around his waist as you kissed his neck and whispered: "Keep a spot open at 8 PM, love."
Even when the blond had asked for details, your lips stayed sealed. The only hint Kunikida got out of you was "Dazai has made you work over-hours; I want to treat you."
Naively, innocently, Kunikida thought you might have a dinner or massage in mind. Not that he was wrong! It was just a... different type of massage. With your tender fingers wrapped around his cock, Kunikida clenched his jaw to not make a sound, but the moan slipped away as he sighed your name: "Y/n... I, we-"
"Does it feel good, Doppo?" You made sure to rub his tip with your thumb right then, making the detective's cock drop with pre-cum.
"It- yes... yes, it feels good."
Looking up blessed you with the sight of an orderly man turned into a mess under the tip of your fingers. A wave of arousal rushed through your body, seeing the man unravel in front of you. You figured he would be vocal, but oh-
Kunikida was sensitive. The smallest movement had him throwing his head back and trusting his hip as tiny moans calling your name filled the room. Not only were his cheeks the color of fire due to the heat of your touch, but the intimacy of it all left him flustered as well.
You felt a hand rest on your head, lightly gripping a bit of hair. "Y/n... we, you- I have to make you feel good, too."
Oh. "That has to wait."
"But- ah!" The hand around your hair tightened in response to your mouth taking his cock.
Kunikida's thoughts were twirled up in the storm that was you. Your name rolled off his tongue like worshipping prayers as you brought Heaven to earth for him.
The bliss of touching Heaven became too much, and with one closing word, Kunikida fell apart. He arched his back, forgetting to bite his lip to soften the groans that might slip through the walls where his colleagues live. His grip around you tightens, never wanting to let you go, never wanting to let this feeling go. But then Kunikida realizes he's still on earth and lessens his grip on the fear he's hurting you.
The detective looked into your eyes, but they were filled with lust directed at him and God, it felt so sinful that he had to deflect his gaze. Yet, you grabbed his chin and made your boyfriend face you.
"Do you feel better?"
Kunikida stammered, trying to get out a word. "Yes, that was," an embarrassed cough, "excellent."
Your thumb caressed his lip. "Good."
And then, the world flipped around as Kunikida lay your back on the bed. "I have done a deep-dive research on how to please you when the time was there. Now, let me return the favor."
Headcanon: General headcanons of stuff I think they will do
Pairing: Fyodor x reader, Nikolai x reader and Sigma x reader
Genre: Fluff, lowkey crack
A/N: Thank you dc person for that one fyodor headcanon.
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Nikolai
He probably likes to eat mud for fun and force everyone to eat it
You both secretly sneekout of the hideout and visit beaches at night, having deep conversation which would end up with him filling your shorts with sand
he likes to place insects and rats in your closet stating it is a harmless prank. Not even Sigma is excused from his pranks
Nikolai irrespective of being a prankster would gift you with ice-creams and bakery goods [to lactose intolerant ppl, he gives u popsicles]
that was until he decided to prank you once day and put hair in your food
Never fell into his 'get in hole' game. You got stuck in it for 40 days without food and water. No kidding.
The mysterious hole is filled with nothing but junk.😭😭 very questionable junk
You both love to prank others though.
"Let's plant the bomb under Sigma's bathtub"
"Extra points make it filled with pink glitter"
Sigma was covered in pink glitter for thirteen days.
But! Personally Nikolai would be one of the best cuddlers in the manga/anime
The first time he wore normal clothes instead of his usual multi layered buisness clothing, you were in tears. How could someone pull such simple clothes so fashionably?
You like to braid his hair. Even if you suck at it, he would wear your braiding loud and proud.
"Ahh quiztime! Who braided my hair?"
"Sir this is-"
"Wrong answer," boom "it's my love YN who braided it, you are no fun"
And that's how the city's McDonald's got blowed up.
overall he is a good insane boyfriend, so 10/10 cause I love him 😋
Fyodor
This man
I swear he is fine asf but would probably learn all the instruments you like so he can play it to you when you are kidnapped by Dazai most prob.
he is a Lil more insane then Nikolai so he would probably boom North Korea cause he was bored. [NK people i am jk-]
"what did you have for breakfast"
"I don't know"
"wrong answer"
And the next moment you know, South of Yokohama got blowed up
He is the most broken richest man you ever met.
he can't buy clothes for himself or even upgrade the doa office but will gift you a wholeass country as a Birthday return gift.
you force him to wear dresses and paint his nails, 😭 but my man is so down bad that he is sub in this relationship.
"Sir we have bombed the tunne-"
"Good verywell"
"🧍🕯️"
😭 nah cause they are hella scared when he wears makeup.
He would probably take you to fireworks only for you to realise he is bombing the area again.
"fyodor, we talked about this"
"No"
and he proceeds to boom everything
he isn't much of a hugger and probably tries to runaway when you try to even touch him, but mf would suffocate you in his sleep with his hug
He probably had tried giving those evil laughs, but the moment he did that, he choked on air.
Me and a person on my server were having a convo and they said
"He probably bites his nails to much and they are really short"
he owns a pet rat but denys it
honestly, he is a 10 but he is a terrorist who likes to bomb everything up. But he is your boyfriend and he is hot.
Sigma
-Are you the man of the relationship or he is?
he is more of a 'please don't kill anyone sweetheart' rather then supporting your actions and being a 'lets commit arson dear YN'
Mf is rich asf. He would deny it ofcourse and then proceed to shower you with silk clothes, Gucci , prada comfy…..such a sugar daddy
😭😭hear me out, he is a ball full of sunshine and anxiety but he wouldnt hesitate to kill anyone who does wrong to you or his casino.
-"Sigma am I your first priority?"
"Yes-?"
"Is the casino your first priority?"
"Yes-?"
"Me or the casino?"
"Yes"
He probably cries everytime you ignore him.
HE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.
once Nikolai kidnapped you for fun and man did Nikolai end up being half bald.
Sigma wants you to stay away from fyodor, because the last thing he knows is that he want to give fyodor a bombing partner.
Atp he doesnt want you to interact any of the DOA members, because little did he know, you will grow more insane with them.
I like to imagine you knowing Dazai and mentioning it to Sigma on occasions, and oh boy Sigma wanted to kill the man when he first met not because you talked a lot about him, but he would probably be the reason why you pull questionable strunt
10/10 Mama Sigma
He also doesnt allow you to run away freely in his casino, for all he knows is that you will cheat and win all the games.
He is so restrictive
You both probably or possibly may have this convo:
"BUT FYODOR GIFTED HIS S/O A WHOLE ASS COUNTRY, WHY CANT I GET THAT PLUSHIE??"
"You cant cheat everytime to get the plushies"
"BUT-"
"Fyodor is a terrorist, we are not like them"
"LEAST HE GIFTED HIS S/O-"
Your arguments probably never make sense to others, but its for you and Sigma to know.
Also he gave up on scolding you every time you try to eat casino coins.
He is such a 'I am trying to keep my S/O mentally sane' boyfriend, even if he needs to go to therapy. 8/10 bf material
Guys get a Sigma. Sigmas never disappoint.
A/N: Btw the discord server if you wanna join is here.
Decided to put Chuuya through it this time . Enjoy :>
(1/2)
Chuuya wakes up from corruption the first time (after all the events of SB) and finds himself in a hospital bed.
His eyes are hazy as he tries to scan the room, blurred by anesthesia. It's all white, frantic shadows casting along. His own breath is loud, clouding the mask he's wearing. The urge to go back to sleep is strong, but he clings to consciousness, tries to make sense of things-
He chokes when he spots a figure in a white coat leaning over the bed.
It's a man- dark haired and soft-voiced. And because he can't see past the length of his arm, he's faceless.
The heart monitor's beeps are frantic and grate on his senses, and Chuuya can't even twitch. The oxygen mask has turned translucent, the clouds stiff and condencing faster than they should. He can't breathe- he can't-
"Chuuya-kun. You're in Mori's infirmary, my infirmary. There is nothing to fear."
The faceless figure says, and Chuuya wants to believe it, so he tries to squint his eyes, make out any features, but it's impossible with the heart desperate to beat out of his chest, the labcoat and latex gloves towering over him.
"Chuuya-kun, can you hear me? It's okay. You are safe."
He knows he should be. It's his boss, the man he'd pledged his loyalty for. He knows there is no reason for him to think otherwise. There is no threat of him getting dissected, torn up, burnt, or tied down like some monster but still-- still...
He's terrified, he's so fucking terrified and he can't help it.
Hello I hope your having a wonderful day/night I was wondering how do you think Chuuya would react to having an s/o as the scarlet witch. Again I hope you have a great day!
chuuya with a scarlet witch! s/o
bungo stray dogs x scarlet witch! reader
masterlist of the series
╰➤ CW(s): possible bungo stray dogs spoilers. headcanons + scenario. mentions of scarlet witch's powers and abilities. reference to multiverse of madness
╰➤ PAIRING(s): nakahara chuuya
headcanons !
chuuya can levitate and make things levitate, and so can you, which piques his interest given how similar your ability is to his gravity manipulation ability—except that's not all you could do.
chuuya's undoubtedly in awe that you have multiple abilities given how you possess chaos magic, which gives you the power to alter reality to a molecular level, control psionic energy, manipulate gravity, the list practically goes on.
chuuya adores everything you do and can do, even if you use your wiggly-woos to make him glow red and levitate in order to surprise him and fool him into thinking he has lost control of his ability. chuuya loves your surprises especially.
you and chuuya definitely use your abilities respectively to levitate around and mess up each other's gravity, but given that yours is stronger, he often fails to fight against it.
you two would be a power couple. people in the mafia are scared of you and chuuya. he's practically a god, while you're a witch who harnesses chaos magic, a tremendous power that is supposed to be a myth.
whether or not you're a part of the mafia as an executive, member, or just known as his beloved, they are scared regardless 💀
however, he's a little upset with how you can easily win against him. but don't worry, chuuya does indeed love the fact that you could and would kick his ass, and how very much capable you are. he's very smitten!
chuuya accepts and understands you being the scarlet eitch wholeheartedly. take it from someone who has had a difficult childhood and does not feel human because he possesses arahabaki :(
chuuya comforts you whenever you don't feel human, but a monster because of your ability, err, abilities.
he always reassures you the same way you do whenever he feels like that too.
chuuya's love for you is often expressed through words, gifts, and lots of affection, from kisses to tight hugs. chuuya never ever fails to make you feel loved and always lavishes you with the things you like.
chuuya, on the other hand, constantly praises and boasts about you to his colleagues and subordinates. he always tells you how strong and powerful you are, even more than he is, and how proud he is of you.
even if you can be absolutely terrifying when fighting and using your chaos magic as the scarlet witch to the fullest, i doubt chuuya would be scared of you. in fact, he's more worried about you being scared of him using corruption when you're far scarier. ironic, isn't it?
it does worry him at times whenever you're in a bad mood at home though.
chuuya once came to you in the kitchen staring blankly at a wall in deep thought with red glowing eyes, lights flickering, and all of the kitchen knives in the air. yeah...
but, once again, this man is of loyalty. chuuya has complete trust in you. he knows you would never hurt him, even if your powerful chaos magic could turn a man into string cheese or erase someone from existence in an instant.
chuuya would undoubtedly be like dazai to you, in that he is there to stop you when you unintentionally let things out of your control and comforts you.
chuuya admires and respects you greatly. he is astounded by your ability to use chaos magic designed for long range combat in close range hand-to-hand combat. chuuya also definitely learns from you, and you learn from him too given his knowledge of martial arts.
chuuya sometimes wonders how someone as sweet, kind, and loving as you can be while also being breathtakingly dangerous and ruthless when necessary.
he does blush and become flustered when you read his mind, reading his thoughts about you.
scenario !
chuuya was finishing up paperwork in his office at the port mafia headquarters when the stacks of reports on his desk began to glow red and levitate. chuuya's eyes widened in surprise and he became a little concerned, but he soon realized who it was as the stacks of reports in the air formed a heart.
and that's because there was only one other person with an ability similar to his.
"oi, [name], i know it's you," chuuya exclaimed, placing down his pen as he folded his arms.
immediately, the stacks of reports floated back down on his desk, neatly piled up, and a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind, causing chuuya to jump a little in surprise. you couldn't stop giggling at your boyfriend's adorable yet funny reaction as you used your red psionics to make his hat float up to kiss his hairline before placing it back on top of his head.
"h-hey!" chuuya exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face as he looked up at you lovingly, but leaned and relaxed in your embrace.
"hi, chuuya," you said, giggling and smiling in return, "sorry, i couldn't help myself. i just wanted to check up on you."
"it's fine, love," chuuya said as he leaned forward, planting a kiss on your jaw before sitting back in his chair, holding onto your arms that were enveloping him in an embrace from behind him, "i needed a pick-me-up. these reports are killing me."
"i figured," you hummed, peering over him to look at the papers on his desk, "which is why i got you a little something."
"oh, and what's that?" chuuya raised a brow, chuckling softly.
you reached out your hand and interlocked your fingers, your fingertips glowing red. with that, a box of cookies promptly appeared on his desk, along with a cup of piping hot black coffee.
"tada! i had some free time earlier, so i baked red velvet cookies," you exclaimed, pulling away from him to stand in front of him and motion over the cookies, "now i know the coffee isn't your favorite wine, but to be fair, wine doesn't really go well with cookies. so yeah, no booze.."
"relax, [name], i would eat anything you cook and give me, love," chuuya said, taking your hand and kissing your fingertips all the way to your knuckles before gently squeezing it, "i really appreciate it. thank you for coming here."
"you're always welcome, chuuya," you chuckled softly, pulling your hand away to fondly boop at his nose while staring at him lovingly.
chuuya caught your gaze and returned it with a lovesick look of admiration.
you had the most gorgeous [color] eyes, and he adored your soothing touch and affection. in fact, seeing you up close as his gaze was drawn to your lips made him fall in love all over again. he wanted to kiss you so bad. you were truly a beauty in his eyes, alluring and powerful, but as he did so, his face flushed red as he realized what you were doing when you began smirking.
chuuya backed away from your touch, a blushing mess that contrasted sharply with his terrifying and profressional charisma as a port mafia executive, "s-stop reading my mind!"
as you clasped your hands together, you simply laughed at chuuya's adorable reaction, "oops~"
"my bad! i'll stop, okay?" you said immediately before folding your arms across your chest and tilting your head to the side, staring at him with a sweet yet slightly seductive smile and wink that sent chuuya mentally ascending.
"but you know, you can kiss me if you want to, chuuya. no need to be shy, yeah?"
"[NAME]!"
[ author's notes ! thank you so much for requesting dear anon and to the other anons who asked for said reader or s/o to make use of chaos magic similarly to chuuya's gravity manipulation ability :) happy reading and enjoy <3 ]
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Pairings: Fyodor X Fem!Reader
Genre:Smut
Format: Drabble
Warnings: NSFW Content, Thigh riding, Corruption kink, Degrading kink, Edging
Word Count: 0.2K
A/n: I'm uncomfortable writing about him i have no idea why I'm doing this🚶🏻♀️
Smut Under the cut- Beware
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The sound of your whimpers and heavy breathing as you were rubbing your pussy on his clothed thigh was the most delightful thing he's ever heard. He loves how innocent you look, how flustered you can get and how obedient and naive you are. God how much He loves all that, and how much he's eager to ruin you, running his fingertips on your heated skin until your begging him to touch you more, Not giving in until your begging him to fuck you, edging you until you're on your knees begging him to let you cum. he's fond of all that.
He loves how needy you get when he's refusing to make you cum, to the point that you take the lead and start to get yourself off just using his thigh, riding him as your moisture ruins his white pretty pants.
He loves how much of a slut you can get with him, and only with him, cause no one has aware laid a finger on you, and won't be able to from now on. God how much he enjoys the sight of your reddened cheeks, and how your moans get louder when you speed up and rub your sex on him even harder when you feel his gaze on you.
Oh how much he wants to wreck you, see that greedy side of you when you get all worked up and blushful by just the smallest touch of him.
Maybe if you be a good girl and beg him a little more, he'll compromise and fuck you real good; but for now, all he wants to do is to sit back and enjoy this little filthy show youre casting for him.
Um...yeah. This was funny to me so I wrote it. <3
Characters: Dazai Osamu
Contents: afab!reader, oral, workplace sex, Dazai being a whore...
Dazai Osamu
There's no clause covering this exact scenario in your contract, but you're pretty sure what you're doing violates some kind of professional conduct policy. Or maybe health and safety. Unfortunately, you don't have the mental bandwidth to worry about the terms of your employment right now.
"You'e so wet already," Dazai hums from underneath your desk. A chuckle. "And at work, too? Naughty."
It all started when Kunikida announced that he had a dental appointment during his lunch, followed by a stern lecture to Atsushi and Kyoka about the important of flossing. The two orphans had a spotty history of dental care, since surviving took precedence over gum disease. Incensed, Kunikida dragged the pair of them with him for a check-up.
That was the first domino. Next up, Yosano decided she was going to go shopping, and roped Kenji in as her pack-mule, a role he was only too happy to fulfil, while telling her stories of Minty, his actual pack-mule back in his home village…
Then one by one, the rest of the Armed Detective Agency left on lunchtime errands of their own. The lively chatter of the office faded to nothing more than the clatter of your keyboard as you finished your report, and Dazai's soft snoring from the couch.
You'd resigned yourself to working through lunch. Maybe you could grab an onigiri from the konbini across the road and some iced tea.
A yawn pulled your eyes away from the screen. Dazai stood at the corner of your desk, rubbing at the back of his head. He blinked sleepily at you, smiled, then glanced around the office.
"I didn't nap for that long," he said. "Something big happen?"
"Nope." A shrug. "Everyone just decided to go out for lunch. Well, Kunikida's at the dentist."
"I'm sure that must be very exciting for him," Dazai drawled. "Were you waiting for me, bella? Shall we go out for a little lunch date, hm?"
You rolled your eyes, smiling faintly. "No can do. I've got way too much to do and your idea of a lunch date would stretch out all afternoon. I don't need Kunikida on my back about this report. It's already late."
"Tsk, tsk, paperwork is very important."
"Which is why you dump it all on Atsushi?"
"Exactly!"
Dazai sighed, perching himself on the edge of your desk. He amused himself for a couple of minutes by leaning over and pushing all of Kunikida's pens slightly out of alignment, but quickly grew bored of that. Things were quiet around here lately, and he found himself uninspired by the tedious requests that were coming in. Some people seemed to think the Armed Detective Agency were a cleaning service or private detectives who would catch their spouse cheating. Dazai had argued that they could do a honeypot sting for those, but was shot down viciously by Kunikida. Spoilsport.
His gaze slanted toward you. "Are you sure you don't want to go out?"
You shook your head. "I'll grab a snack over the road. I don't have time to eat out."
Dazai's lips curled into a smirk. "No? I do~"
You shrugged. He was a big boy. He could go to a cafe by himself if he really wanted to.
"Don't let me stop you."
You turned your attention back to your report, fingers flying over the keys. Dazai disappeared from your peripheral vision, so you assumed he had sloped off to find something else to amuse himself with. Well, you were half right. And that, dear reader, brings you to your current predicament.
Something brushes against your knee. You bounce your leg, assuming it's just one of the folds of your skirt, and it goes away. But then, something tickles your other knee. Annoyed, you reach down and pull your skirt away from your legs.
Another soft touch—a kiss—lands on your inner thigh.
"Wha—"
Leaning back, you peer down below the desk. Dazai's handsome face smiles up at you from between your thighs, looking as though butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. You stare at him.
"What…what are you doing down there?"
Dazai leans his cheek against your thigh, his wavy brown hair tickling your skin. His eyes are dark, hooded. "Exactly what I said I was going to do, sweetheart. Go back to your little report."
"We're in the office!" you splutter. "And how am I supposed to concentrate when you're doing that?"
"Not my problem."
Hands grasp you by the hips, and he pulls you to the edge of your seat, spreading your thighs wider apart. Warm breath washes over your inner thighs, followed by a playful lick at the quickly-dampening fabric of your underwear. You shouldn't respond so easily; it makes you feel so weak, but your body reponds to the promise of Dazai's mouth like Pavlov's dog to a bell.
He continues to tease you through the soft, damp cloth, drawing slow lines along your slit with the tip of his tongue. Dazai's thumbs stroke slow, tingling circles into the soft flesh of your thighs. Your muscles twitch in response.
Closing your eyes, you let your head rest against the back of your chair, and reach underneath the desk. Dazai's breath hitches as you root your fingers tight in his hair, curling them until pain prickles across his scalp. Oh, he likes it when you do that. His cock stiffens, a low groan working its way up out of his throat.
"Do you have something to say, bella?" he purrs. "Going to stop me?"
"We don't have long before Kunikida gets back," you say, pleased to find that your voice is still mostly steady. "Now's not the time to be playing with your food."
His eyes glitter in the darkness underneath your desk, his smile wicked.
"Scared of getting caught?"
"Scared Kunikida will wring your scrawny neck," you retort, letting go of his hair. Sliding your hand down the back of his neck, you pressed him closer to where you wanted him. "No teasing."
"So demanding today."
Dazai hooks a long finger into the crotch of your underwear and tugs it to the side, peeling it away from your damp flesh. He leans in. His mouth presses against you, full and hungry, like he's devouring a ripe peach. No slow, taunting licks. No working you up to it. You wanted him to get on with it? Dazai doesn't need telling twice.
His tongue slides between your folds, slick and hot and dragging upward. The tip curls, flicking against your clit at the top.
"Fuck." Soft. Emphatic. You grab the edge of your desk for support, the report wavering in front of your eyes. "Dazai…"
A soft snicker is the only answer he gives. Dazai nuzzles deeper between your thighs, slurping and sucking all the sweet flesh that's on offer for him. Your flavour coats his tongue; his mouth is watering, swallowing your taste down like honey.
"Mm~"
His deep, pleased hum vibrates into you, and he squeezes your soft thighs when you squirm, crushing them against the sides of his face. He'd suffocate himself down there if you let him.
Dazai laps at you, working his tongue across your clit with the same precision a master calligrapher uses a brush. He could be writing your name down there, or his, you'll never know.
"Goddamn it..."
You writhe in place, rolling your hips to try and grind against his tongue. You want, need, more pressure on your clit. You want his tongue, his fingers inside you. You want him bending you over the desk—
Dazai does something that makes white spots speckle your vision—he sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning around it, pulsing it with his tongue.
No cussing this time—just a sharp, wordless moan. Heat blooms in your core, up your neck, across your face. Sweat gathers at your temples. Your hands slip off the desk, grabbing at the arms of your chair.
"Keep it down, bella." His voice is dark, heavy, hot breath washing over your slick skin. "Someone might hear you~"
"Bastard..."
He dives back in, devouring you like you're like his last meal. Damn that man's mouth—it's always getting you into trouble in one way or another. You shudder as he sucks on that little pearl of hypersensitive flesh, letting it pop free of his lips, only to pull on it again. Your clenching thighs almost push him away, so he hikes it over his shoulder, keeping you nice and spread for him.
"Dazai..."
His tongue circles you, each little flick making you shudder. "Daz—Damn it, Osamu."
"Mmm?"
"I-I'm nearly—"
The door to the office swings open. Kunikida strides in, a newspaper and his notebook tucked under his arm. He approaches his desk, stops, frowns.
You stare at him in horror, flushed. Your stupid clit still in Dazai's stupid mouth.
"Are you all right? You look...ill," he says, pushing his glasses up his nose to get a better look at you. "My check-up found no issues, but Atsushi has four cavities that need to be filled. You'd think his weretiger abilities would prevent that, surely?"
"Oh...I'm...a little flu-ish?"
Kunikida glances around, frowning.
"Where's that idiot, Dazai?"
Where, indeed.
"He's...um...eating out?"
Something thumps against the underside of your desk, making the pencil pot jump. That was in fact the back of Dazai's skull. He presses his face into your thigh, biting down.
You feel his shoulders shake with silent howls of laughter.
Bastard.
Kunikida glances from you, to your desk, and back. Slowly, his eyes narrow.
"Um, I mean, he went out to lunch?" you say weakly. "He won't be back for a while."
Kunikida carefully picks up his newspaper and his notebook, and tucks them back under his arm.
"I'm going to go and check on Atsushi," he says crisply. "To make sure he doesn't transform and bite the dentist under the anaesthetic."
Kunikida glances back down at your desk.
"Sanitise the desk before you leave," he says. "I don't want anyone else to get...sick."
