cw: suggestive levi content, reader is a lil tipsy
despite some opinions levi is a gentleman, a sweetheart. he doesn't fuck around and he wants you to know he's not just thinking about your body :(( but you make it so hard when you're all tipsy like this, wrapping your arms around him and grinding on top of him. fuck, he thinks, it's so hard to hold back on you, especially when you're like this. he doesn't wanna take advantage of you :(( especially when you trust him so much.
meanwhile, you don't know you could even be making it more obvious that you wanna fuck him. he runs his hands up and down the sides of your body, his warmth seeping through your clothing. tells you to settle down, that you don't know what you're really saying, that if you still want he'll take care of you like that once you're sober. your eyes perk up at this, "you will? really?"
he chuckles at your doe-eyed wonder. you look so innocent but you're asking for such lewd things. "yeah baby, nothing i want more in the world than to be between your thighs." his voice is hoarse and thick and deep, breath tickling your ear, and it makes you grind down on him again. he groans in your ear, holding your hips tight to stop your movements.
"i'll make your tomorrow's hangover better baby, i promise. just settle down for now, yeah?"
celebrating chuuya’s birthday with him. waking him up with kisses all over his face. morning sex. giving him the best blowjob of his life. him telling you since it’s his birthday he wants your pussy for breakfast. riding him so his hands are free to grab you where he likes. going out to a cafe for a filling brunch. giving him his birthday present!! and he says something like “thank you. nothing compares to having you in my life. you’re my greatest treausure.” having a peaceful night together. a candlelit dinner with complementary wine. champagne in a bathtub together that progresses to having champagne with cake afterwards. him carrying you to the bedroom to have sex again. pressing your face into the pillow so he has the beautiful visual of your ass in the air as he grabs at it whilst he fucks you. happy birthday chuuya <3
Words: 1560 - closer to a drabble
Content and warnings: nakahara chuuya x reader, reader goes by she/her, angst to fluff, hurt/comfort. chuuya doesn’t trust easy, but extreme circumstances make him learn that he can and should trust you. chuuya works through his trauma and trust issues, and you give him maybe too much love, consideration, and space to do that. possible yandere themes, possible toxic relationship (just in case).
Notes: pls do not let this fictional story warp ur irl pespective. if anyone actually locks you up in a cage irl, they do not love you, and you should run. if someone’s got trust issues, just leave them. it’s not your responsibility to fix others. not proof read, i just had to get this idea out of my head
Chuuya comes into the room with bags under his eyes. He feels numb, like the world has chewed him up until he felt nothing at all.
He asks his security detail to stay outside.
“Pass me the cuffs. I’ll confront her myself.”
It’s the least I could do.
You know something’s wrong before he even opens the door, by the way he’s pacing outside and the multiple shadows you see in the bottom gap of the door.
He shuffles into the kitchen and closes the door quietly behind him. He can’t even bear to look at you.
A moment of silence passes before he breaks it.
“Did you betray me, love?”
Love. What a treacherous thing to call you, when he’s about to slap cuffs on you.
“I didn’t.”
Even if you did, that’s what you would say, isn’t it?
You continue. “But I know you, and I know that it’s in your nature to cast doubt on others.”
Chuuya stills his shaking hands for a moment. You’re not wrong, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t do it.
“Only three people knew where Akutagawa and I were going to be last night: Mori-san, Dazai, and you.”
You hold your wrists out willingly for him, like you’re giving yourself up for him to cast a knife onto them.
“Take me, Chuuya. If it would soothe you, if it would give you peace of mind.”
He looks at you for the first time tonight, aching eyes meeting yours. You want to hold him, take away the pain he’s holding, but this isn’t the right time for it.
“I would never do anything to put you in danger, I would rather give up my job. But if you believe I’m communicating with the enemy, then lock me up.”
Your job. At the Special Division. The one you worked so hard for.
The silence that follows is deafening. Chuuya can’t bring himself to move.
You take his hands into yours, and he gulps at the touch. You put the cuffs on yourself.
“I know you, Chuuya,” you whisper to him quietly, “this is the only way you’ll trust.”
Chuuya wants to wrap you in his arms, wants to tell you he’s sorry, but sorry is a word that’s used for people who don’t mean to do what they do, who won’t make the same mistake again.
He feels sick. He settles for his hands in yours instead, keeps them there for another moment, before walking you out of your shared apartment.
-
Dazai exhales, arm in cast, staring at the sky. His breath swirls into the night.
“I don’t think your girl would do that, Chuuya.” He says, genuinely. Chuuya doesn’t even know when the last time Dazai has been truly genuine with him is. They’re sitting on the rooftop of some sky-high, legs dangling off the edge as they stare at the city lights. It would be beautiful if it wasn’t for the fact that Chuuya just put his girlfriend in an underground Port Mafia prison.
“How else could he have known that we were closing in on their base?” Chuuya retorts. He’s angry, but he doesn’t know who it’s at. At you? At the enemy? At himself?
“They could’ve been watching you. There could’ve been a spy within the Port Mafia. Are you sure that you would definitely know if you were being tailed?”
Chuuya scoffs. Of course he would know, he feels the vibrations in the ground like an extension of his own body.
“Can you say for sure, with 100% certainty, that it wasn’t her?” Chuuya looks at his rival, eyebrows pinched. He doesn’t know how to feel.
A beat of silence passes before Dazai responds, shrugging. “No, I guess I can’t,” he admits in defeat.
-
The glass box Chuuya has you in almost feels homely. There’s a bed with a throw blanket, a stack of books, and a record player with some classical music. He’s obviously put some effort in to make sure you’re comfortable.
Aside from the chains, of course. They’re long enough to let you around the room, mostly, but you can’t even reach the door of the cage, wrists flanking behind you as they stay attached, clanking against the floor.
You find this out when you hear Chuuya descending from the stairs, when you’re walking towards the door in an attempt to reach him halfway. You’re more distraught at the discovery than you thought you’d be. He could at least trust that you wouldn’t break out of the heavy duty cuffs chained to the floor, couldn’t he?
You drop to your knees at the realisation, as he approaches and unlocks the door through some kind of mechanism.
You can’t meet his eyes. He leans the table inside the glass cage.
“You know what’ll happen if it was you who betrayed me, don’t you?” he sighs. He hopes the tremble in his voice isn’t evident.
You don’t reply. He can’t stand to see you like this, his strong girl looking so pitiful. You deserve better.
He comes to you, cups his hand under your chin and lifts your head up, forcing you to look at him, glassy-eyed. You offer a weak smile.
“Nakahara Chuuya, it would be an honour to die by your hands.”
Your voice sounds strained under the weight of your words. You lean into his touch, letting his cheek cup your hand.
Despite the situation, he looks at you with all the adoration in the world. He speaks to you with respect for the first time since this situation started.
“My lionheart.”
-
“Fyodor,” Chuuya snarls when he sees him across the rooftop.
“Ah, Nakahara-san, thought I’d come to congratulate you personally on getting your girlfriend out of the picture, just like I expected,” the sly man says with a smile, hat billowing in the wind.
Chuuya’s eyes widen as he stops his approach towards the Russian man.
Fyodor laughs. “You really thought it was her, didn’t you? She’s a smart cookie, that one. Could almost rival Dazai, if it wasn’t for her overly-honest nature.” His eyes sparkle under the moonlight, Chuuya wants to spit in his face.
Fyodor continues. “Tell me, don’t you know I’ve hacked into The Guild’s systems before? You don’t think I could do it again to obtain Eyes of God? You think even you can escape all the cameras in the world?”
Fyodor’s sing-song voice infuriates Chuuya. He feels the beginnings of his power starting in his hands, like a pressure that only he can speak to.
“No time for that, Chuuya-kun, you take care now!” Fyodor smiles sweetly, before a sudden darkness apparates before his eyes. Chuuya blinks, and Fyodor disappears.
-
“Ah, Chuuya, I would say I told you so, but I think you’re already suffering the consequences, aren’t you?”
Dazai appears out of nowhere as Chuuya stares at the river. He always thought it reminded him of you, flowing effortlessly and strong.
“Did you know? That he had Eyes of God?”
Dazai sighs, voice laced with disappointment. “Using my own trump card against me? Couldn’t he had at least think of something new?”. He doesn’t want to tell Chuuya he suspected it. This battle isn’t about him.
They hear a car pull up, and Ango steps out.
“Heard you figured out your traitor situation,” Ango calls from the distance as he closes it.
“Any update on what Fyodor’s next steps are?” Ango asks, and the Soukoku duo just stare out at the river. Chuuya sighs.
“You can ask Dazai for his deductions,” Chuuya spits, finally standing to leave.
“Oh, Chuuya?” Ango calls after him, making Chuuya turn around.
“Could you let my assistant out of your cage please? I need her to help me deal with the paperwork of this situation tomorrow morning.”
Chuuya scorns, but turns in defeat, grumbling something along the lines of. “Yeah, I’ll go do that right now.”
-
You don’t look up when Chuuya comes to see you this time, continuing to read your book.
He clicks open the glass door, and undoes your chains at the base, before coming to down on one knee in front of you at the side of your bed.
“My lionheart,” he whispers, holding his palms out like you did similarly a night ago, only this time is to undo your chains.
You slam your book shut with one hand. “Did you find out what happened?”
He takes your wrists gently in his hand, undoing the chains with care. He grabs a balm and spreads the oil on your wrists.
You’re touched by the gesture, but it doesn’t lessen the sting of the situation.
He looks up at you like you’re a deity and he’s asking you to cleanse him of his sins. He takes off his hat and presses it into his chest, like it’ll slow down the rapid beating of his heart. He’s only ever been in this position one other time - when he dedicated his life to the Port Mafia.
“Please forgive me, my love,” he speaks quietly like he’s in a confessional, “I should’ve trusted you. If I promise to never doubt your loyalty to me again, would you forgive me?”
You both stay like that for a while. He gives you the time to think. He thinks it’s the least he could do.
“I know you, Chuuya. It takes a mile for you to trust a meter,” you tell him reassuringly.
You cup your face in his hands and kiss his forehead. “I knew this from the moment we started dating. I accept this part of you. That’s what love is.”
Chuuya thinks he might cry, drops on both knees and wraps his arms around your torso, leans his head into your lap as the tears come.
He trusts you every second after that.
-
A/N: hello thank you for readingg!! idk i wrote this kinda outta my ass tbh but i felt like it was still important to complete it and post it!! esp bc it’s my first time writing something that isn’t just smut+fluff so yeah hehe
imagine how refreshing it must be for chuuya, for dazai to exist in his life. someone who doesn’t necessarily care about chuuya, always has a bigger plan. because it means dazai would never die because of chuuya, but only of his own accord. only when dazai himself allows it. imagine how nice that must be for chuuya, who had numerous people die because of him, to know that dazai is crafty enough to not, because dazai would never want to die with any fault given to chuuya. dazai despises him that much
and imagine dazai, who knows that chuuya has been through so much because of people dying around him, and thus knows that if he was also close to chuuya he would probably hurt him too. because as far as dazai knows, he is going to die, most likely before chuuya, most likely by suicide. especially now that dazai knows exactly the kind of pain someone feels when someone close to them, that cares about them, dies. and chuuya went through that more times over.
chuuya deserves someone who he can trust without worrying about, and dazai gives that to him, in whatever form that is.
deku shares his hero notes on a google docs that gets regularly updated, drawings scanned and uploaded and everything. it’s just for his class tho! (and eri)
one of jirou’s spotify playlist is the go-to for all parties. she’s just the best at making them, she even makes the playlist cover art and puts a quote in the caption
jirou and denki are both suckers for old(er) tech, just in different ways. they both love cassette and cd players, jirou more than denki. denki has a fancy new phone but still reverts to a blackberry during exam season. he loves the clicky keyboard noises
on birthdays, ochako floats all the presents for them above the head of the birthday person, and then releases the presents on top of them, along with confetti
shoto got a soba-shaped cake for his birthday, all fancy w the chopsticks seemingly mid-air
bakugou owns noise-cancelling headphones / wax earplugs because nothing interrupts his beauty sleep
sometimes the class gets their clothes mixed up w other people during laundry, except for shoto and yaomomo. everyone can tell it’s their clothes because they’re branded and expensive. in doubt, just google the price tag
although bakugou gets up the earliest, he’s not the one that gets the coffee brewing in the morning for everyone. tokoyami does that, right before he goes to bed because he’s been up all night
mina hosts pilates and dance classes! and they’re absolutely insane. most people can’t keep up
ochako bought cute magnets for the fridge, so now it’s covered with pictures of everyone
yaomomo stuck a calendar on the wall in the kitchen (no space on the fridge bc of the photos) filled with everyone’s birthdays, all the exams coming up, holidays, etc
sleepovers in yaomomo’s room because her bed is the biggest
people are also in tokoyami’s room really frequently, because it’s dark and sometimes people just want less stimulation. people just come in and lie down on his carpet when they’re not having a good time. tokoyami leaves them alone for the most part, but sometimes dark shadow talks to them
denki turns on all the lights in the dorm building in one fell swoop once it starts to get dark
bakugou actually has banging playlists, but only kirishima gets access to them
sometimes todoroki puts his futon right next to the window, so that he can watch the stars. he’s got a lot on his mind
iida is actually good at cooking!! provided the instructions are exact because he follows them to a T, has a gram measurer and all. though he seems at least kinda stressed out when he’s cooking?
“i love and appreciate when my writing gets notes and interactions” and “i don’t write for anyone else other than myself” are two ideas that should be able to coexist
