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[oblivious-nuisance]

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑

↳ includes: childe, zhongli, kaeya, diluc

a/n: oh to be waking up next to these pretty men... 😭🤲 hhh i'm blushing these BOYS I SWEAR—

warnings: mentions of intercourse, a little bit suggestive here and there ahem zhongli's and diluc's gn!reader, soft soft soft!!

— getting lost into his scent and his sheets was not how the night was supposed to go. and yet, you cannot fathom untangling your limbs from his. not when he sleeps so peacefully next to your own bare form, hair framing his fetching face, his eyelids fluttering from time to time, his long eyelashes dancing atop his cheeks. tartaglia's slender arms remain unmoving from around your figure, giving it the slightest squeeze and you sigh dreamily;

"sweet ajax, what have you done to me..."

— you are slowly awakened by a hum and the feeling of warm hands rubbing the sore muscles of your shoulders. you're stunned for a moment, only to feel him palm at your tense spots, and you immediately sink against the matress, welcoming his touch contentedly. you turn your head around to look at the man above you, palms busy with handling the scented oil he's using on your skin. zhongli notices and he smiles pleasantly, leaning down to plant a kiss on your temple. you giggle, not being able to help the pert remark leaving your swollen lips:

"have i ever told you how skilled you are with your hands, morax?"

— it is his touch, rather than his words that stir you from your slumber, but you nonetheless opt to keep your eyelids shut, basking in the feel of his calloused tips tracing over your knuckles gently, carefully, as if you'd break. he thinks you're asleep, making sure he can get all vulnerable around you, although he tested the waters as well, all while you clung to him the night before. at some point you decide to work your fingers in–between his, interlocking them delicately as you pull him towards you, your breath on the shell of his ear as you start whispering:

"tell me what's in that pretty little head of yours, kaeya, darling."

— one turn is all it takes to make you realise that the other side of your bed is beginning to lose warmth, and you open your eyes with hurry, only to be met with a shy pair of crimson hues, looking down on your bare body from the edge of the matress. diluc is unsure of what to do, of how to behave and of how to express how much the prior night means to him. it all starts to play back in his head, every scene and every memory enhanced; his soul was simply ignited by your presence, his heart daring to beat faster at your touch, his palms getting clammy with every choked gasp you let out while he was— luckily, you pull him out of his toughts with a single graze against his cheek, a sincere plead crumbling his resolve faster than he would've wished;

"please stay with me a little longer, master diluc."

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[oblivious-nuisance]

— 𝐀𝐒𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐒

BUNGŌ STRAY DOGS VERSION – part 4 (port mafia)

↳ includes: ryūnosuke akutagawa, ozaki kōyō, ōgai mori, sakaguchi ango

a/n: part four, fresh out of the oven. she's here, y'all! enjoy!! <3 also oh my god the ango thirst is real 😩 bc it's always the quiet and reserved ones and i fully stand by this esp in his case

warnings: fluff and smut, gn/fem!reader (?), mentions of: hickeys and bite marks, a lap dance, spanking, fingering

— AKUTAGAWA

thigh man thigh man!!! coming thru; nothing compares to your soft thighs after a long day full of bloody errands. he just wants to lay his head in your lap and have you play with his hair. his favourite position is sitting in-between your thighs, head resting on your tummy as you listen to him rant about god-knows what bothered him that day, his hands hooked underneath the meat of your thighs, while his fingers are left wondering up and down your skin, creating intricate patterns.

— KŌYŌ

oh, what a woman; she loves, adores, worships your breasts. will likely pass out if you wear something more revealing, literally cannot handle anything with cleavage and will leave marks all over your chest and collarbones. big or small, she loves how they feel in her hand, the weight of your breasts in her soft palms calms her down more than anything else in the world. and of course she thrives off on the way she has you flustered within seconds, moaning and squirming as she's toying with your nipples, either using her lithe fingers or her skilled tongue on the sensitive nubs <33

— MORI

he's a simple man, so the ass will do it for him just fine. he gets drunk off your figure every time you give him a lap dance, his brain kinda short-circuits the moment you start moving your hips to the rhythm. he always appreciates if you're wearing something a little more snug (bonus points if it's something that he got you), just so that he can tease you to no end every time you step into his office. and if you happen to wear a short skirt? good luck trying to sit down on any type of surface afterwards, because he will ravish you. ass: bruised. pussy: still drooling, eaten and thoroughly fingered. and if you happen to pass by again at sunset, he will beckon you to sit on his lap, and he'll indulge you with a glass of fine wine, patting your bum gently as a thank you.

BONUS — ANGO

this sophisticated ass literally cannot choose, he's just that greedy when it comes to your body. mans loves playing with your boobs, squeezing and massaging the flesh with one hand as he works his other one between your thighs (without forgetting to thoroughly slap and then soothe the tingling skin). your only guess is based on the fact that he could spend hours eating you out from behind, his hands gripping your asscheeks tightly, spreading them so that he can get better acces to your sweet, soppy pussy. moral of the story: ass man. although he won't admit it.

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[oblivious-nuisance]

— 𝐀𝐒𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐒

BUNGŌ STRAY DOGS VERSION (part 1 – ADA)

↳ includes: nakajima atsushi, kunikida doppo, dazai osamu, yosano akiko

a/n: ah yes, a classic. also i may or may not have gone overboard for a minute while talking about boobs, but how can i not when they're my personal preference (´ω`) part 2 hopefully coming tomorrow

warnings: fluff and smut, gn/fem!reader (?), mentions of: mommy kink, power play, spanking, slight knife play and blood kink

— ATSUSHI

boobs. he lives for them. he serves to be in-between them. maybe it's because he didn't really have a mother figure in his life while growing up (i strongly hc atsushi to have a mommy kink, so it all makes sense yk), maybe it's because they look absolutely stunning in lingerie (which he's a whore for). whatever the case may be, he adores the feeling of the soft flesh against his mouth, fingers, or just his skin. like, they're so round and pretty and full, how can he not fondle with them yk? also he doesn't care about their size at all, just let him lay his head on your chest and he's all yours, babe. in conclusion, 10/10 tiddy fucker and i don't make the rules like pls just let him suck on your tiddies lmao :")

— KUNIKIDA

ASS. y'all i could write a whole-ass essay about why this man is into power play, but i'm just gonna resume it into 6 words: he used to be a teacher. therefore, he loves to spank you whenever he gets the chance (and since you "misbehave" quite a lot, you can't expect any less from kunikida "i have 58 ideals for a partner in my notebook and i'm not afraid to add more" doppo). apart from that aspect, he likes the plumpness of the skin, thrives off of how easily it bruises (and how tender it becomes after he gives you a thorough spanking and you're a whimpering mess in his lap while he's trying to rub soothing circles over the burning flesh) and finds it amusing how jiggly it is on some occasions (bc he's still a goof uwu)

— DAZAI

t h i g h s. so soft. so smooth. so comfy!! he loves laying his head in your lap while the two of you are sitting in comfortable silence on the couch, bc your thighs are so warm and plump that they lull him to sleep. also, his head was meant to be in-between them. he gets such a confidence boost when he throws your thighs over his shoulders and dives in, pleasuring you until you can't remember your own name. and man, idk how to tell you but he loves bruising your thighs so much!! biting, sucking, even dragging a blade over the sensitive flesh 😳😳😳 (seeing the blood gush out gently from the wound drives his sadistic ass mad lol) "it's not my fault that they bloom so prettily beneath your skin, belladona◝(⑅^ᴗ^⑅)◜" the bastard would say if you complain about your bruises the next morning. oh and he would die a happy man if you'd let him fuck your thighs no cap

— YOSANO

boobs or thighs, the woman loves both equally. like, the two of you are just laying together in the bathtub, the warm feeling of the water peacefully engulfing your sore bodies as she's facing away from you, laying with her head on your chest, arms hooked around your upper legs, massaging the back of your thighs soothingly. the silence between the two of you is comfortable, the sweet scent of cinnamon surrounding you in what you can only describe as pure bliss, with the candles gently illuminating the water, your skin and yosano's pleased smile

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[oblivious-nuisance]

— 𝐀𝐒𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐒

BUNGŌ STRAY DOGS VERSION (part 2 – ADA)

↳ includes: tanizaki jun'ichirō, edogawa ranpo, fukuzawa yukichi, tayama katai

a/n: the other ada fellas' preferences, since y'all really enjoyed part 1 :> also stinky man katai is here bc i got weirdly attached to him for the short amout of time that he appeared on screen so yeah <3

warnings: fluff and smut, gn/fem!reader (?), butt pats lmao, mentions of: thigh highs, garters, one (1) use of the word "cunt", oral (f.recieving), praise kink, authoritarian kink

— TANIZAKI

thigh man through and through. he thinks they're so soft and full and pretty, he loves tracing patterns with his nimble fingers over the flesh. another thing he loves about your thighs is the way you wrap them around his middle when he fucks you ruthlessly into the matress, he lives for the warm feeling that your skin provides against his. he really likes seeing your legs clad in thigh highs, but cheeky black garters drive him absolutely feral (give him a peek at work and he's breaking your back in the nearest bathroom, no questions asked 💅). OH AND HE LOVES SLAPPING YOUR THIGH WHEN YOU MISBEHAVE HE'S SUCH A CUNT

— RANPO

ass or thighs. in all honesty, he loves all of you and he can't get enough. but if he'd really have to choose, he'd be quite happy with the idea of being buried between your thighs, with his hands groping your ass tightly as he's tongue-fucking you into oblivion. he just loves the feeling of your thighs clamping down on his face, it gives him a sense of power (and if you mix it with some praise on your part, you already know you won't be walking properly tomorrow bestie 😃). WILL go crazy if you start wearing short plaid skirts, but be prepared tho bc now you've unlocked hard dom ranpo uwu (which translates to him baisically cornering you somewhere in his office preferably somewhere where the two of you could get caught and expressing just in how much trouble you are for wearing something quite inappropriate at work, so that he could then proceed to degrade and humiliate you, while ruthlessly pounding into your sore pussy, all while dazai, yosano and the others are in the room next door °v°)

— FUKUZAWA

ASS. apart from the huge authoritarian kink he's got, the mans just straight-up likes how it looks. it's so round and soft, so don't be surprised if you find him laying his head on your bum after a long day, as the both of you are splayed out on your shared bed. oh and he's so into butt pats. you cook that delicious omlette one sunday morning? butt pat. you prepare a nice, hot bath for when he comes all drained and exhausted from work? butt pat. you get a clean, straight shot right in-between the eyes (of a dummy, ofc)? b u t t p a t. the only misfortune was that most of the ADA staff was also there while you received said butt pat (thank god that kenji and kyōka were downstairs with kunikida). haruno just blushed furiously and pretended not to have witnessed such an intimate moment, but ranpo never let you hear the end of it for a while.

BONUS — KATAI

boob man boob man boob man. the only other safe place for him (other than yoshiko) is literally between your breasts. loves the warmth and comfort that they provide, especially when the both of you are lying in his futon. believe it or not, it really helps him concentrate when he's sucking on your tiddies, most of the time not even in a sexual way (although, more often than not, it gets to that point, since you're perched on his lap so nicely, wearing nothing but a soft yukata that's slowly sliding off your shoulders). oh and he loves taking baths with you since he can rest his head on your glistening chest. mans literally living the dream <3

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[oblivious-nuisance]

— 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇

↳ includes: akaashi keiji, miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, kozume kenma, kuroo tetsurō, sakusa kiyoomi, semi eita, suna rintarō, sugawara kōshi, ukai keishin

a/n: worked my ass off for this, bc songs are handpicked okay bb. plus scenarios to munch along with the playlist, so enjoy my lovelies <33 OH AND WATCH OUT I MADE SUNARIN RICH Y'ALL

warnings: fem/gn! reader (they wear a dress, heels and lipstick: take it as you wish), it gets a tad bit suggestive here and there, slight mention of smoking in ukai's, but otherwise just fluff

— AKAASHI

welcome and goodbye · dream ivory

-ˏˋ the night air was fresh and warm, the humidity seeping through the skin of your arms as the car sped up along the highway. your sweet boyfriend was humming along the soft tune that was coming from the aux, one hand on the steering wheel and the other one drawing soothing circles on your thigh from time to time, silver rings glistening in the pale moonlight.

— ATSUMU

fallout · catfish and the bottlemen

-ˏˋ tonight was one of those nights when you and atsumu fought over the smallest, stupidest thing managable. and yet it got to the point where you started to angrily cry, hiding in your bedroom after slamming the door shut. your boyfriend would sob quietly outside, whispering hushed apologies through the hardwood, hoping they would reach you. truth is, you both knew they would, they always did. you both knew that you'd eventually open the door and crawl into his arms, holding tightly onto him as he'd litter your face in small, wet kisses that would hopefully make up for the words that had trouble coming out of his mouth.

— IWA

hey there delilah · plain white t's

-ˏˋ the sheets are cold under your cheek, phone held clumsily in your hand as the bright screen is making your tired eyes squint in discomfort, your boyfriend laughing heartily at your reaction from the other side of the glass. you two have been talking for almost two hours now, you thought as you looked at the clock that was resting on your bedside table. during this time he asked how the states were treating you, how busy were the streets, how was the city at night, and gasped dramatically when you told him that the closest japanese restaurant to your place was two whole metro stations away. you yawned for the nth time that call and iwa suggested you hang up and fall asleep, to which you strongly declined, wanting to spend more time with your boyfriend. how about i sing you a lullaby, hm? was the last thing you heard before slowly drifting to sleep, accompanied by his gentle voice.

— KENMA

sweet creature · harry styles

-ˏˋ the matress was by far the least comfortable thing to sleep on, but it was the only choice you and kenma had, since this was the first night in your new apartment. you insisted on getting an empty one, since it would be way easier to furnish from then on, but the two of you had to live through the downside of it until then. although, you weren't really complaining; not when your boyfriend's tender embrace engulfed you, encouraging you to snuggle closer into his chest. breathing in his soft scent and feeling the warmth of his skin seeping through his (and your) clothes, you couldn't have been more content with how things were in those quiet moments.

— KUROO

national anthem (demo 1) · lana del rey

-ˏˋ kuroo smelled of cologne and fresh toothpaste. that was the first thing you noticed when you hugged your boyfriend tightly, his big hands warm and secure on your bare back. you were a fidgety mess, you've been like this the entire evening: retouching your lipstick in the mirror, arranging and rearranging your dress every five minutes or so, sauntering around the house in your expensive high heels. this was quite different from all the dates you two have been on, since now he was going to present you as his partner to his coworkers. kuroo snapped you out of your thoughts when he attached his lips to your neck, sucking a mark into the soft flesh. you let out a choked gasp and he chuckled as you started scolding him for his behaviour. he only settled for swapping his thumb over your lower lip, bending down to whisper in your ear: i'm sorry angel, you seemed quite tense and i couldn't really keep my hands to myself. i just want those guys to see that you're mine, you know?

— SAKUSA

after dark · mr.kitty

-ˏˋ darkness surrounded the two of you as he didn't let his unforgiving grip on your shoulders falter, the people's obscenely loud voices being heard even from where he dragged you in a rush. sakusa couldn't stop kissing you feverishly, the smell of sweat and anxiety invading his nostrills as the sensual tune was booming in his ears, tummy doing backflips as he kept swallowing your desperate moans and pants with a fervor neither of you was aware of until then.

— SEMI

candy wrappers · summer salt

-ˏˋ warm water was tickling your toes as you dug them into the smooth sand, the late afternoon sun hot on the skin of your back as you closed your eyes, inhaling the salty scent of the sea. suddenly, you feel a warm body press behind yours and your lover was by your side. semi snaked his arms around your middle to hold you close to his chest, dipping his head down to lay his chin on top of your shoulder, kissing the skin there. let's fall back to see if the waves can catch us, you smile in his embrace and he chuckles lightly, grabbing you by the hand and dragging you along with him, your bodies tangling as you drop into the water.

— SUNA

robbers · the 1975

-ˏˋ as soon as you stepped out of the house, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. the sun was gentle on your face, a kind reminder of the future ahead of you. a good omen, if you will, and you silently prayed for it to be so. you looked around and noticed an aston martin parked neatly around the corner, smiling to yourself at your boyfriend's prudence. you adjusted the bag on your shoulder and grabbed your suitcases, turning around to look at your house one last time. you decided that you wouldn't miss it too much and made your way towards the car, determination pumping through your veins. the car door from the driver's side opened, a young man climbing out of the car. there he was, in all of his tailored suit and ray ban sunglasses glory. the smile on his face was impeccable, genuine and warm and only yours to see. babe, you look so cool! you exclaim sheepishly as you run into his arms, the faint smell of his aftershave and cologne still present on the warm skin of his neck.

— SUGA

take me out · franz ferdinand

-ˏˋ mischief comes like first nature to the two of you: young, fearless and overall invincible, the taste of youth always present on your tongue, blood pumping wildly in your veins as you think about your next move in this big game of tag that you started playing, almost for a living now. you and kōshi were running as hard as your feet could carry you, police sirens blaring behind you. thank god for the hoods and masks, you think breathlessly as you grab suga's hand and take an abrupt turn to the left, only looking ahead to the open garage door a few hundred meters in front of you and hoping for the best.

— UKAI

since i've been loving you · led zeppelin

-ˏˋ keishin's limbs were tangled with yours as you watched an old movie, the fan in the living room making its presence known with a soft hum. your lover took a long drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke dangle into the air and dissolve into elaborate patterns, before looking down at you with a quirked eyebrow. gimme, you groan as you stretch your hand over your head to grab the cigarette from between his fingers, taking a drag yourself and exhaling deeply, the taste of tobacco now making itself at home on your tongue.

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[oblivious-nuisance]

— 𝐀𝐒𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐒

BUNGŌ STRAY DOGS VERSION (part 3 – port mafia)

↳ includes: nakahara chūya, oda sakunosuke, tachihara michizō, hirotsu ryūrō

a/n: well hi there. these got so much love from you guys it's overwhelming (in the best way possible). so, after, like, a month, here is part 3 a.k.a. me thirsting for hirotsu ahem of the series. ALSO THIS IS QUITE FILTHY OOPSIES— n e way, enjoyy!! kisses ( ˘ ³˘)/`♡♡♡

warnings: fluff and smut, gn/fem!reader (?), filth filth filth. mentions of: hickeys and bite marks, public sex (they do it in the office), mating press, thigh slapping, voyeurism (they do it in front of a mirror), spanking, use of the word "cunt" aand i think that's it

— CHŪYA

boobs. no thoughts, head empty, only tiddes on repeat and that's sir nakahara chūya's horny hours ladies and gents. no but fr he is so enamoured with your chest that it's actually a little bit overwhelming (in the best way possible). not only is it his safe place where he goes whenever he needs comfort, but he also goes absolutely feral after he looks at the way your chest is glistening with sweat, bruises and bitemarks being visible on the soft flesh. he definitely fucks you missionary, usually having you lay on the desk in his office, eyes wondering all over your torso and stopping on your plump tits, bouncing with each thrust of his thick cock inside your tight heat. he loves it.

— ODA

thighs; after all, he's a man of taste. it's like instinct to him to rub your thigh when the two of you are lounging lazily on the couch, oda's head in your lap, your hands playing with the loose strands of his silken hair. he always has a comforting hand on your thigh whenever you tell him about how your day went and what you've encountered, and he's always there to rub lotion into the tired skin of your thighs whenever you're too exhausted to get up. his favourite moments, though, are the ones when he's holding you close into a mating press, hands under your knees as he pushes them to your chest, watching his heavy cock dissapear inside your sopping pussy, gummy walls gripping him like vice, thighs jiggling with every sharp movement of his hips. he's truly mesmerised and can't help slapping the inside of your thigh just to feel you tightening around him while you let out a sweet whine.

— TACHIHARA

boobs or thights. he likes to say that he doesn't discriminate, and mans stays true to his word. some days he likes to sit on the floor, his back pressed to the couch, his head in-between your thighs as he keeps a steady hand on one of them, kissing the other without taking his eyes off the screen in front of him, other days he loves laying his head on your chest, nuzzling between your breasts in search for much needed comfort. still, nothing compares to the way he's holding you from underneath your knees, your back pressed to his chest as he's snapping his hips mercilessly into your tiny cunt, having you gush all over him at the image of your fucked out expression reflecting in the mirror in front of you, form sweaty and breasts squished between your arms as you're trying to cover your mouth and face in embarrassment. he lives for those moments and always takes a mental picture of your state, thinking about every detail while he's away on errands and getting impossibly hard at the thought of ruining you again and again with his cock

— HIROTSU

a s s. ugh this man !!! he has absolutely no shame and i love him for that. like he could literally scold michizō about being an inappropriate punk and the moment you pass by him he slaps your ass so hard he sends you into the next room. oh and his slaps bruise like crazy (•´ω`•) loves spanking you for "misbehaving" (read: wearing skirts that are quite flashy and outfits that are a little too skimpy for his liking when other members of the black lizard are around). thrives off on the way the skin of your ass darkens after each slap, and a smug smirk always graces his handsome features whenever he gently runs his fingers between your folds, only to find them drenched with arousal.

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[oblivious-nuisance]

— 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄!

ft. dazai osamu

a/n: hello there, take this small piece in honour of the precious bastard's bday (*´︶`*)ฅ♡

warnings: gn!reader, fluff, crack, gets suggestive in the slightest right at the end

"honey, i'm–"

his words stopped in his mouth, tumbling between his teeth as he closed and then opened it, reminding you of a fish that ended up on shore by mistake.

you looked absolutely stunning, all dolled-up and dressed for your lover to enjoy, the finishing piece being the colorful cone that sat clumsily on the top of your head.

"–home?" you smile sheepishly and run up to him, kissing his lips with a fervor that he hasn't seen in a while.

"well, well, well, if somebody isn't dressed up tonight" he smiled, eyes raking all over your body.

"aw, you like it?" you giggle, grabbing his hand and taking a step back to twirl in front of him.

dazai didn't know what had gotten into you, since you normally didn't behave like this, but it wasn't too far from how you usually acted when you were genuinely excited, so he decided to just sit back and enjoy it.

"yes, sweetheart, i like it a bunch. actually, i love it." he smiled, twirling you again, this time counter-clockwise, pulling you into his arms afterwards and kissing your forehead gently.

"well, since i'm looking all nice and pretty on your birthday, let's go out somewhere so it doesn't go to waste, hm?" you suggest as you dreamily think of the desset from that fancy-ass restaurant around the corner, two minutes away from the main plaza.

dazai looked down at you, and all of a sudden a question popped up in his mind.

"love?"

"yeah?"

"are you wearing anything," he said, gesticulating towards your outfit. "under this?"

tsk, he got me.

"well, why don't you find out after we have dinner, how 'bout that?" you try to smooth over the wrinkles of his shirt, doing your best to ignore how the man's stare turned hungry and primal in an instant.

"'samu– oi what are you doing? put me down!" you squeak as he suddenly throws you over his shoulder, fancy date night at the restaurant long forgotten.

he just smirks and starts carrying you towards your shared bedroom.

"dazai. dazai! dazai, my baby, dinner's not in that direction," you sigh, trying to gain control over the situation one last time.

"what do you mean, dinner's right here!" he says as he pats your butt enthusiastically.

"jesus christ, 'samu."

happy birthday to me, he thought, content with the current turn of events.

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[oblivious-nuisance]

— 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆

ft. nakahara chūya

a/n: with kishō taniyama being chūya's va, no wonder i got creative. also this is so chaotic i– anyways °3°

warnings: gn!reader, fluff!! sfw, but it gets a little suggestive at the end tho ♡

aight so we can all collectively agree that chūya's voice is gorgeous

rough and rugged and rich, so so rich and smooth, it feels like velvet. pretty distinct as well, his timbre is so unique that you can easily recognize it. toe-curling is the best way to describe it in my humble opinion.

mans got (un)surprising range tho, it being on full display when he's singing his heart out in his office or yelling his ass off after dazai lmao

so with that in mind, i don't really see him as being embarrassed by his ability to belt that shit

(and he shouldn't ever be because hnnghdjjd 😩)

but when YOU start singing?? he's short-circuiting

there is no rational reason for it really, he just really really loves you, so ofc he really really loves your voice too (and the fact that you're sharing it with him) 😭

the first time he heard you, you were in the kitchen, doing the dishes and pouring your heart into the song

probably singing "almost there" from princess and the frog or summ :")

and wait wait wait hold the fuck up.

since when– how– huh?

the baby is kinda dumbfounded aww

because wow your voice sounds so good?? literally what the hell???

in the beginning, he kinda keeps ignoring it because he literally doesn't know how to respond. like, do you want him to say something? do you want him to keep quiet? do you want to harmonize with him while tipsy on old expensive wine until he suddenly he asks you to marry him or some shit, or do you not even realise that you're singing in the first place?

this starts happening more and more, you doing chores or just laying on the couch, watching tv or checking on your emails and humming a random tune

at some point you kinda notice him staring furiously at you from wherever he is (because yes he mf stops whatever he's doing and comes around to listen to your small performance), and you stare back at him, confused

please talk to him lmao (╥ω╥`)

when you find out what's going on, you can't help but giggle a little

AND HIS EARS GET SO RED BABE YOU LITERALLY DESTROYED A PORT MAFIA EXECUTIVE BAGJSJD

please don't tease him too much about it tho bc he's gonna be flustered as hell (and we all know that he doesn't like that too much :(( )

reassure him with a soft kiss

"you should've just said you like my voice, love" you say, smiling softly at him

he smiles back at you and asks you to sing one of his all-time favourites

AND THE LOOK IN HIS EYES IS SO SOFT OH MY GOD HE'S SUCH A GONER

oh and! you two definitely harmonize like

your voices go so well together ashjfjfjfj

overall you give this man the chills™ everytime you sing. sad or happy tune, it doesn't really matter

also, bc he hypes you up so much, you actually start growing even more confident in your ability to sing (as you should be!!)

oh and he starts encouraging you to "sing for him" while he's in between your legs <3

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