#chuuya drabbles

[chocsra]

thinking about criminal!reader's first interaction with chuuya nakahara.. just doing her duties as an ability user who chose organised crime in a corporate suit, as she stumbles upon a well-known mafia executive hanging upside down from the ceiling. russet curls that cascaded down ivory skin, followed by the elegance and silk of his appearance. cashmere attire, precious stones, cigarettes.. the slim column of his neck decorated with the tug and pull of a raven buckled collar. his button-up, vest, and coat—so many layers. the hallway was dark, the man's gaze darker—a collection of beautiful features set upon that pretty face.

your duties strictly outline that you're here for business and business only. your eyes widen as you peer up at the man hanging from the ceiling, his hair and accessories not being affected by gravity whatsoever. "so this is the port mafia!" you extend your arms joyously, obviously too joyous in this line of business, "i didn't know they had such handsome executives," you cheekily smile, reaching into your pocket, his grey eyes narrow judgingly at your words of praise. with no expectations for your flirtatious attempt with a dangerous, busy and the strongest ability user and mafia executive, you fish out a small piece of paper and extend it near the upside-down man's face. "may i please get your number, sir?"

your eyelashes flutter innocently with the paper still slipped between crime-ridden fingers, gazing up at the man with almost docile eyes, or docile intentions. a low groan pulls from his throat, sighing to himself as a signal of contemplation as a gloved hand reaches out to rub his chin, the red glow of his ability softly shimmering in the dimness of the hallway you were in. "hmm.." chuuya hums, fishing into the pockets of his raven slacks. your heartbeat quickens as his contemplative and borderline judgemental gaze turns into a smirk, "sure, doll. you should've asked me earlier." sexy undertones linger in his play of words, stealing the paper in between your fingers as he takes out a pen to place his digits. your lips part slightly in a moment of shock, not expecting anything from this supposedly silly interaction.

chuuya gently slips the paper between your lips, your lipgloss leaving a soft stain on the material. hands shakily palming the paper, you can feel your knees weaken as the meeting doors open, a soft chuckle gracing his lips as the man mutters. "see ya around,"

eyes widening as elegant cursive fills your gaze, you read—"090-xxx-xxx,

- Nakahara Chuuya ;)"

you couldn't sleep for two weeks after that.

✧ chocsra™

[squigglewigglewoo]

this is (no longer) a one time thing, I got bored and a little tipsy, decided to take a ask I sent to one of my favorite creators and post it on my account instead.

(✧) warnings: lowercase writing, sexual themes, virginity loss, praise, degradation, dazais his own warning, dacryphilia, overstimulation (?), if I missed anything, let me know! NSFW 18+ under the cut, MDNI

(✦) summary: what's it like to lose your virginity to two of the finest men in Yokohama? 424 words~

(✧) pairing: dazai x reader, chuuya x reader (separately)

(✦) (a/n): I apologize, I keep editing this post, I can't decide how I want the layout and I'm not used to posting on here

(✧) listening to~ baby said by m��neskin

imagine losing your virginity to chuuya or dazai.

Chuuya would be so gentle the whole time, honored that you chose him to take your virginity, making sure you cum by his hands or mouth at least twice to prep you, thrusting into you slow and deep to make sure he doesn't hurt you, praising you the entire time with a sweet, loving tone, his head buried into your neck as he peppers your jaw and face with kisses, praise falling from his lips as he fucks you senseless. "good girl, y're doing so good f'me. god, you feel heavenly, squeezing me s'tight. what a pretty sight you are, spread out under me like this." he practically worships you, kissing you all over, leaving soft bites and marks on your skin, his head shoved in the crook of your neck as he cums with a low moan, just barely heard. he's got you all wrapped up in his arms after, holding you and peppering your face till you're giggling sleepily, asking if your alright, if he hurt you at all while he cleans you up before falling a sleep with you in his arms, murmuring a soft "love you, s'fucking much, doll." into your ear before he slips into a dreamless slumber.

Dazai would only smirk when you tell him your a virgin, fucking you raw and sensitive just to watch the tears form in your eyes and feel you squirm beneath him, only laughing when you beg him to slow down, that it hurts, making mocking (he wouldn't actually mock you, he loves you far to much for that) comments as he only fucks you rougher. "awh, poor baby, so worked up. you're taking me so well, are you sure your really a virgin? you're practically sucking me in, what a needy little cock drunk slut you are f'me, only me." his bandaged hands grab at your hips so tightly, nails leaving crescent moon indents on your skin, his grip near bruising. your nails rake down his back, between his shoulder blades, creating red, angry lines that only make him fuck into you harder, a mocking grin on his face as he kisses the corners of your eyes, taking away the tears that brim in your eyes, only to pull out, just the tip remaining in you before he slams back into you, watching the tears bubble in your eyes once more with a teasing, degrading comment. "you cryin'? oh, poor thing, fucked so dumb you can't even say anything broken babbles of my name. such a stupid, pretty little thing."

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dividers by @/cafekitsune

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Hi!! I wanted to ask for a chuuya where chuuya calls her s/o doll and s/o asks and blushes and chuuya teases her a bit about it? Total fluff <3 Sorry if this doesn't make sense, you can ignore it! If it wasn't a problem, I'd like the scenario. Take care!

Teasing!- Chuuya Nakahara

Oneshot: Chuuya calls you "doll," and when you blush and ask about it, he playfully teases you. Genre: Fluff A/N: Oml hiii I had to think for a while but I hope you like it →Masterlist

Chuuya had always been known for his ways and a hothead personality in the mafia, but when it came to his significant other, You, he had a soft spot that he couldn't deny. The two of you were out on a casual date, strolling through the streets hand in hand. The evening air was cool, and the city lights painted the surroundings with pastel and neon hues of lightening.

As you walked together, Chuuya couldn't help but steal glances at you, his heart swelling with affection. Finally, he couldn't contain himself any longer and turned to you with a glint in his eye.

"You know, doll," he murmured, his voice low and affectionate.

You blinked, your cheeks instantly flushing with embarrassment. "Did you just call me… 'doll'?" you stammered, not letting him finish the sentence as a mix feeling of surprise and warmth spread through you. It was totally out of personality for Chuuya, or at least you thought

Chuuya chuckled, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, I did. What's wrong with that, doll? Don't tell me you don't like it."

You bit your lip, unable to hide your growing grin. "Well, it's just… It's a little embarrassing, that's all. Besides, stop teasing me with that face of yours, seriously, Doll?"

Chuuya grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He leaned in closer, your faces inches apart. "Yeah, doll. You're like a precious porcelain doll to me," he teased, his voice taking on a playful tone. "Delicate, yet strong. Beautiful, yet fiery."

Your blush deepened, and you playfully swatted at his chest. "Stop teasing," you mumbled, unable to hide your smile.

Chuuya chuckled softly and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I can't help it if you're so damn adorable when you blush, doll," he said, his tone affectionate. "But I mean every word. You're special to me."

You leaned in and captured his lips in a sweet, lingering kiss, your heart filled with warmth and love. "You're special to me too, Chuuya," you whispered against his lips.

Cooling yourself down, you broke away the kiss before smacking his head, "Never call me that again"

Chuuya's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. "Oh, come on, doll. You're blushing. I think you like it," he teased, his tone dripping with affection.

Your so called 'cooled down' blush deepened, and you playfully swatted his chest. "Fine, maybe I do," you admitted, your gaze meeting his with a shy smile.

Chuuya leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Good, because I love calling you that. I love you."

You melted into his embrace, feeling cherished and loved. The two of you continued your walk, hand in hand, as the city around you faded into the background. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the sweet moment you shared, that became nothing but a lovable memory.

A/N: 👹you didn't say ily to chuuya back haw

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[yuecrown]

[ 5:42 AM ] — nakahara chuuya

chuuya x gn!reader. fluff. warnings: swearing. 0.5k wc.

it isn’t until you hear chuuya come up behind you that you realize it’s already morning. you’re nursing a cup of now-cold coffee in your hands, and you’re amazed that you haven’t dropped it even though you’ve been zoned out for the past hour.

“you okay?” chuuya’s voice is thick with sleep as he wraps his arms around you.

you nod. “i just woke up a little early.”

chuuya lets out a quiet hum, and rests his chin on your shoulder, before shivering. “it’s fucking freezing out here.”

the sun hasn’t risen yet, so the balcony is still cold, but you were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t feel the chill. chuuya goes back inside before returning with two hoodies. he pulls one on and chucks the other at you.

it’s one of his, an old, faded grey thing that you’ve ‘borrowed’ from him more times than you can count. he pretends to get mad about it, but he’s not. not really. that’s just how chuuya is, grumpy and sharp-tongued, but kind nevertheless. attentive even though you don’t ask him to be.

the two of you sit in silence for a while— not that it’s ever really quiet when you live in the middle of yokohama. even pre-sunrise, the air is filled with sounds of traffic and the howls of stray dogs. you don’t mind though. you’ve grown to like the sounds of the waking city.

eventually, you turn to go back into your shared apartment, calling out, “want some coffee?” as an afterthought, because you know chuuya hates the way it tastes. as expected, he shakes his head, so you simply make yourself a cup, and return outside.

chuuya’s sitting quietly, gazing out at the city as sunlight starts to hit the buildings, coloring the previously dark sky shades of blue and yellow.

“how’s the hangover?” you ask, a teasing lilt to your voice. he glares at you, before massaging his temple and muttering, “what hangover?”

you hold back a laugh and drape yourself over his lap, setting your cup down on the table carefully.

“good morning,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his neck. the faint emerging sunlight tinges his hair gold as he sleepily kisses you back, still smelling faintly of alcohol and last night’s cologne.

you thread your fingers through his hair, gently playing with the soft locks as he lets out a content hum and relaxes his body.

his fingers still bear last night’s rings, and his many piercings reflect the light whenever he tilts his head, but he’s wearing fluffy pompompurin slippers. that’s just like chuuya, you think to yourself with a little smile. mean and scary and so, so cute.

he spots your smile and grumbles, “makin’ fun of me in your head, aren’t you.”

“maybe,” you say, taking hold of his hand in yours and linking your fingers together.

he huffs, but his face is relaxed. chuuya doesn’t always smile when he’s happy, but you’ve learned to pay attention to the other things— the way the crease between his brows disappears, the ways his eyes crinkle up ever so slightly, the way his ears get tinged pink when he’s flustered.

“brat,” he says, tightening his arms around you, making you smile and lean into his touch.

you used to wake up alone, but now, mornings are synonymous with chuuya.

notes: constantly thinking about domestic life with chuuya 😵‍💫😵‍💫 also i’m a firm believer that chuuya loves sanrio & u cant convince me otherwise

[chiara-hotel]

What if, after Dazai died in the beast universe-instead of letting Chuuya go insane he let him know before hand. Dazai told him he was finally going to jump and instead of mourning his death he wanted him to do something good. Something that helps saving other peoples lives.

So thats when he decided to go to the ADA, alongside Oda and Akutagawa. Maybe for once in his life he could make Dazai happy in the afterlife. Living the life that Oda told him to live in the real world. To protect the one Dazai wanted to give a second chance. Maybe when he was alive he’d never admit it but he loved Dazai to death.

[imagines-by-elysian]

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗱 - 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝗡𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮

Please imagine the scenario while reading this to get the best experience!

Imagine,

You stare at the ceiling lying on your bed, thinking about everything you probably did in your life, when suddenly you feel the mattress getting depressed on one of your sides to see him, Chuuya Nakahara someone who are completely head over heels with.

Being lovers it was only natural for him to have the access to your house, a home with him around and every time you see him, he gives you butterflies.

Nothing out of extra ordinary, just two lovers on bed when he get holds of your figure, pulls you closer as you both hug on the bed, not bothering to be under sheets. You would laugh at him before you tell him to get up, so you both can come under covers as he helps you out for the same.

Both you just in silence, hugging each other under the covers as seconds pass by, his head above you, and you in his arms providing the safest comfort. You move his hair away from his face as you kiss his cheeks to with he would respond with a kiss on your lips, completely catching you off-guard.

You hug him tight, as both of you close your eyes, in the sea of silence you are in comfort of you lover's arms, something you would never get bored of.

[osaemu]

CHUUYA WAKES UP HUNGOVER

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: your boyfriend wakes up hungover after a night out with dazai.

contents: fem!reader. gets pretty suggestive. mentions of alcohol and smoking. implied sex at the end, and somehow dazai has your number..

to say chuuya had a drinking problem would be an understatement. if it weren't for his unhealthily high tolerance for alcohol, he'd probably he dead by now.

although he claims that he feels like he's already in hell the second his eyes flutter open in your bed, muttering a plea for you to close the damn blinds.

"the hell?" he mumbles, pressing his fingers to his forehead and wincing as he opens his eyes, focusing on you. "when'd i get here?"

"dazai dropped you off," you say, resisting the urge to smile. chuuya, who always looks so put-together, couldn't look worse right now. his hair is rumpled and his eyes are red from the alcohol, and he looks like a mess.

"fuck," he mutters, pulling you closer by the waist and burying his face in your neck. "m'head hurts like hell."

you hide your smile and offer him the glass of water on your nightstand. as he sips it, groaning softly, you pull him closer and kiss the top of his head. 

unfortunately for chuuya, who was enjoying being pampered, a soft ding from your phone and you reach over to the nightstand and scowl when dazai's name pops up.

"what is it?" chuuya mumbles, pressing his face into a pillow and holding on to the back of your shirt. 

you shrug and click on the message curiously. two seconds later, you're fighting to stop yourself from laughing when you see a flash of chuuya's face, flushed red and illuminated by the dim overhead lights with a glass of wine in his hand.

"the hell you laughin' about?" chuuya mutters, throwing the pillow at you and letting out a strangled noise when he sees the video. "i'm gonna kill that suicidal bastard. give me that—"

you quickly slide off the bed and grin as chuuya groans, pressing two fingers his forehead. had it not been for his splitting headache, your phone would be out the window by now.

chuuya looks up at you murderously. "show me the video," he practically growls. when you smile mischievously and pretend to not hear him, a pillow comes flying at you.

"since when did you fight with pillows?" you tease, laughing at the scowl on his face as he tries to stand up and falls back down, cursing like a sailor. "what happened to my scary mafia executive?"

"after i kill that rascal dazai, you're next."

you laugh and look back down at your phone, about to click on the video when, of all things, chuuya's hatknocks it out of your hands. 

"hey!" you whine, watching dejectedly as chuuya uses his ability to catch the phone with his hat and retrieve it. "not fair!"

chuuya only laughs condescendingly and shakes his head. "ya thought i'd just let that slide?" he tsks, making a face at whatever's playing on your phone. "i'm deleting this bullshit."

you try to snatch your phone out of his hands, but he sends it flying up to the ceiling, where it stays.

"i really hate your ability."

chuuya tilts his head and smirks, tugging you by the hand into his lap. "i'm open to negotiations," he offers. he trails a still-gloved hair through your hair, warm eyes focused on your own. "so, sweetheart, what'cha got? what would you do to see me drunk?"

you ignore the sensual way chuuya grins as he says that last part and purse your lips thoughtfully. "i don't know, what do you want?"

"a glass of wine."

"really?" you say dryly. "only if you want to make this—" you tap his forehead, "—worse."

"fine, a cigarette."

"chuuya, those are bad for you. no."

"sex?"

"chuuya!"

he makes a face and tugs your hair playfully. "is that a yes?"

"no!"

chuuya sighs and leans back, head falling onto the pillow as he tugs you down with him. "what won't you say no to?" he mutters, pressing his lips to your shoulder with a soft exhale.

you roll over and face him, sticking your tongue out when you see the exasperated expression on his still-flushed face. "you're so...."

"so what?" chuuya mutters, loosing the collar of his shirt, which, you just realize, is the same shirt that he wore last night.

"chuuya, are you still wearing—"

his hand stops and he curses, squeezing his eyes shut irritably. "fuck, you're right. i am." chuuya attempts to roll out of bed, and as you expected, he falls off with a loud thud and a loud "fuck!"

"oh my god," you say, fighting against the urge to laugh as you slide off the bed and sit in front of him, cupping his face in both your hands. "chuuya, are you okay?" 

chuuya mutters a couple more choice words before letting out a long, drawn out sigh and pulling you into a spoon-like position, with you lying in between his legs with your head on his chest.

"no," he mumbles, burying his head in your hair and exhaling. "d'you know what would make me feel better?"

"what?"

chuuya's scowl turns into a smirk as his hands find their way to your shoulders, squeezing them gently. he sensually presses his lips to the top of your head and whispers, "your mouth on my di—"

"don't you have work?"

it's almost comical, the way his face drops. 

"you've got to be fuckin' kidding me," he groans, dragging a hand down his face and glaring at you. "you waited this long to tell me?"

you laugh and curl up in his arms, almost melting into him. "it's okay, i called in sick for you," you say with a grin, flicking his forehead. "i'm just messing with you, don't be mad!"

chuuya scowls and grabs your wrist before you can flick him again, a mischievous grin growing across his face. "oh, sweetheart, if y'weren't in trouble before, you really are now."

"wait, what are you—"

well, the next day, you were the one who had to call in "sick," but hey, at least you managed to convince chuuya to give you your phone back!

[soukokuforthesoul]

chuuya’s sense of up and down and left and right getting muddled up when he’s drunk, because he gets around with his ability, so he’s walking on the walls or the ceiling and asking why the chairs are floating

[luvseii]

𐔌 sloppy sex 𐦯 n. chuuya ⋆ mdni ⋆ original request here

you’re exhausted, body and sheets slick with sweat and cum after drawing numerous orgasms from each other. chuuya’s on his third, and you’ve stopped counting of how many times you’ve lost yourself in him. hours have gone by, you think, but you haven’t pulled yourself away from your boyfriend long enough to check.

you’re on your back, unable to stop the quivering in your thighs as chuuya presses them against your chest with his body weight. his movement is sloppy, desperate, as he chokes back sobs from the overstimulation. it doesn’t stop him from pounding into your swollen pussy, each drag of his cock sending overwhelming waves of movement throughout your body. you feel him everywhere from your scalp to the tips of your toes.

tears dripped from chuuya’s eyes onto your cheeks, mixing with your sweat as they slid into the crook of your neck. you dug your nails into his back to ground yourself as chuuya pummeled into you. he pressed his face into your shoulder to muffle his sob-like moans, teeth sinking into your dewy skin when it wasn’t enough.

when you clenched around him, orgasm nearly threatening to spill over, chuuya pressed open-mouth kisses against your throat and jaw. he wanted to kiss, but he was so stimulated that he ended up gasping his hot breath against you.

he slowly dragged his hips back until only the tip was still inside of you, pushing in shallowly and jabbing against the spongy spot that made you squirm. “ch-uuuya,” his name was broke up between two languid exhales, and you felt your thighs grow slick with juices as you squirted all over him with a broken whine.

chuuya pressed wet, sloppy kisses all over your mouth, swallowing your guttural moans when it all became too much. “one more,” he begged, eyes glittering with unshed tears as he bottomed out. you felt electric, digging your heels into the dips above his hips to hold him steady.

he pumped as you rocked, desperate to make him cum despite the shocks you felt every time your clit brushed his pelvis. “ah, ah,” he cried, fisting the sheets so hard you could feel them shaking beside your head. with the last of his strength, chuuya pulled out and spilled himself all over you, painting your stomach with his cum.

chuuya sinks onto you, red hair damp and tickling your chin as you try to catch your breath. there’s some resistance when he tries to pull away, strings of his cum connecting his stomach to yours.

“in me, next time,” you breathed, voice still hoarse. chuuya kissed your forehead despite the sweat and smiled.

“next time.”

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[kamapon]

Long cat is long

[with-my-calamitous-love]

🤍🫧🐚 i can’t stop thinking about him so here you go !

best friend! chuuya, who everyone assumed to be your boyfriend, as he constantly stood beside you like he was glued there. who has made it a point to keep you out of his work life, always offering to come to you instead. who seems to despise all your boyfriends, though he’s nice enough to put it aside when he sees your happiness is genuine. who can just as easily take that niceness, stuff it in a bag, and beat your boyfriends senseless with it if they treat you wrong.

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boyfriend! chuuya, who retains most of his habits from when he was simply just a friend. who is a dream wrapped into a 5’3 muscular mafioso, charmingly funny and sweet and exactly what it takes to melt your heart. who loves you, and loves anything that are extensions of you- your family, friends, pets, etc. who still gets nervous around you, its a little embarrassing. who loves you like its the first time he’s seeing you, and treats you like every moment could be his last. in his life? it could be.

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husband! chuuya, who feels like he’s been married to you since the day he asked you to be his. who cares a lot about his appearance but doesn’t seem to mind all that much when he finds grey hairs on his pillows. who honestly considers leaving the mafia, being with you, starting a family and allowing himself to experience all the love he never got to have. who doubles down on that decision not long after the wedding. <3

[moomuzan]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Add Up My Love

or ( hyper- ) specific romance imagines with dazai, chuuya, ranpo, akutagawa, fyodor

You had never seen Dazai so quiet. The late evening light painted the room in shades of amber, casting a golden halo around him as he sat at his desk, pen gliding smoothly over paper. His expression was unguarded, almost vulnerable, lips moving faintly as though he were whispering the words he was writing to the empty air. There was a stillness to him, an absence of his usual dramatics, that made you pause in the doorway, hesitant to disturb the rare peace. But curiosity, that insistent pull, eventually dragged you closer. “Dazai?” you called softly.

His hand stilled mid-word, shoulders stiffening as if caught in a secret. Slowly, he turned to face you, his usual grin making an appearance, but it lacked its usual spark. “Ah, bella,” he drawled lightly, “what impeccable timing. Caught me in the middle of my dull, bureaucratic duties.” But your eyes had already fallen to the letter on the desk, its ink still glistening, the words “To my dearest, whenever you find this,” staring back at you. As your chest tightened, and realization dawned, you reached for the paper. Surprisingly, he didn’t stop you, only sighed, and leaned back in his chair. “Just leaving something behind,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “For you. In case there’s ever a day I can’t say these things myself.”

dt siyun xo

Chuuya’s boots echoed through the hallway as he entered your apartment, his gaze immediately snapping to you, barely standing on your own. As you swayed slightly, the wine still clouding your mind, his expression darkened. “You’re a mess,” he grumbled, his voice sharp but laced with something that wasn’t quite anger. Without waiting for you to respond, he was already at your side, his hand steadying your waist with surprising firmness, his other arm around your shoulders, guiding you toward the bathroom. “C’mon, you’re not going to bed like this.”

You mumbled something incoherent, but he paid it no mind, already pulling a chair out in front of the mirror and gently sitting you down. His movements were surprisingly tender as he grabbed the makeup remover. There was no hurry in his hands as he carefully pressed the cotton pad to your skin, wiping away the smeared mascara with an attention to detail that caught you off guard. His eyes, though gruff, softened as they traced your face, erasing the evidence of your night out. “Can’t believe you let yourself get this bad,” he murmured, though there was no real bite behind the words. When Chuuya moved to your hair, his fingers slid through your tangles, gentle but insistent, working through each knot with a patience that felt almost reverent. “Don’t move.” With a touch softer than you had ever expected from him, he brushed your hair with careful strokes. “I’m staying with you until you have sobered up.”

Akutagawa lingered at the edge of the room, watching you with a quiet intensity. The dim glow of the streetlights outside bathed your form in a soft halo, your chest rising and falling in a gentle, almost hypnotic rhythm. Replaced by an unfamiliar stillness as he observed the delicate vulnerability you wore in your sleep, the cold edges of his usual demeanor melted away. Every line of tension in his body seemed to ease, and for a fleeting moment, the weight of the world felt distant. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, softened as they traced the curve of your face, the way your hair fell carelessly around you. He found himself held captive by the simplicity of the moment, as if your presence alone grounded him.

You shifted in your sleep, muttering something barely audible, and Akutagawa froze. The sound of your voice, though muffled by sleep, stirred something deep inside him—a pull he couldn’t resist. His heart thudded a little louder, and before he could stop himself, a quiet, gruff sound slipped from his lips. “Tch, idiot,” he murmured, his tone betraying an uncharacteristic tenderness. He quickly turned away, a faint flush rising to his cheeks, his pulse quickening in a way that both startled and unsettled him. Gripping the doorframe to steady himself, as if the weight of this strange emotion might overwhelm him, he retreated into the shadows while his mind raced with feelings tangled into something more profound than he’d ever expected.

Dim lights of the room flickered as soft piano notes drifted through the air, barely audible, as if the music itself were hesitant to interrupt the silence between you. Fyodor stood before you, his presence commanding, even in the stillness. His hands hovered near your waist, their tension palpable, a silent request for you to take control. There was no impatience in his gaze, only a quiet insistence, a rare vulnerability from the man who always held everything so tightly. His eyes, dark and unreadable, bore into yours, waiting—no words, just a soft, unspoken command that he would follow you, if only you dared. A test? Yeah, definitely.

As you took the first step, his hand settled against your back, fingers brushing against the fabric of your clothes with surprising tenderness. The faintest tremor of control still lingered in his touch, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let you lead with quiet confidence, as if testing the limits of his restraint. The stillness between your movements was thrilling, charged with an electricity neither of you dared to acknowledge. Steady yet barely noticeable, his breath became the only sound that mattered to you as you swayed together, the dance becoming something far more intimate, a shared language only the two of you understood. Although the tension in his body was almost imperceptible,you felt it—his willingness to surrender, if only for this moment.

The quiet morning wrapping you in a serene haze, you woke up slowly, but it was the weight of Ranpo’s arm around you that pulled you fully from sleep. Though, the moment he felt your gentle movements under his touch, he instinctively drew you closer, his form curling tighter against yours as though the intimacy was a need he couldn’t deny. Completely unaware of how tightly he was holding you, his lips buried in the crook of your neck, his breath warm and steady. He was deep in sleep, yet his grip continued to tighten, as though afraid of losing the radiating warmth of your presence. His legs were tangled with yours, and his hand rested possessively but gently on your waist, each little movement of his body a subconscious plea to stay as close as possible.

You couldn’t help but smile at the way he clung to you, his face peaceful and unaware of the vulnerability he was showing. It was a side of him you rarely saw—the brilliant, always composed detective reduced to nothing more than a boy seeking comfort in the quiet security of your arms. Even if he didn’t realize it, his soft sighs and the faint tugging at your shirt as he shifted closer made your heart swell. Before giving it much thought, you gently brushed his hair back, savoring the stillness, content to let him rest. For now, you simply stayed still, lost in the intimacy of that moment—where Ranpo, so often the one with all the answers, was nothing more than a quietly clinging soul seeking warmth.

dt dorothea

a/n: oh alright, need me a chuuya to brush my hair. can yall see the vision? it’s a physical need atp.

xoxo

[meyoolii]

Dazai Osamu who is so afraid of letting anyone in that when he comes to terms that he has fallen in love with you that he tries is absolute hardest to push you away.

He can't lose someone else again, he won't allow it.

He can't seem to get out of the headspace of anyone that he has even loved will evenutally die because of him. He knows you're strong. He knows you can take care of yourself but is too scared to let you die.

Dazai Osamu who when you told him that you fell for him, nearly broke down because he knew that he couldn't not tell you that he feels the same

Dazai Osamu who while dating you has convinved himself that with you maybe prolonging his life doesn't sound as bad as it used to. That maybe, just maybe he could try his hardest to stick around to be with you.

Dazai Osamu who lets you break down his wall and see him for him. His many flaws that he isn't proud of. Who let's you in about how he really feels. Not just his hyper and bubbly person he puts on infront of the ADA

Dazai Osamu who is afraid of intamacy to the point that he get's nervous about letting you even hold his hand, or any sort of small and simple actions, yet are so love and admiration filled.

Dazai Osamu who lets you love him.

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Hi!! I don't know if you'll do it but I'll write Chuuya x fem reader where the reader pulls chuuya in for a quick kiss and chuuya just keeps going? I would like to write in a form similar to the scenarios but if you don't write you can write anything but so that there are no headcanons I would like to imagine reading this, I would like a clean fluff without nsfw<3 Go ahead and ignore it! Take care<3

Kisses -Chuuya Nakahara

Oneshot: Where reader pulls chuuya in for a quick kiss and chuuya just keeps going Genre: Fluff A/N: OML SUCH A GOOD IDEA LOVED IT!! →Masterlist

You and Chuuya were walking together returning back from a mission, the bustling city around you disappearing into the background as you two strolled side by side. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the surroundings. Chuuya was talking about the latest mission, his eyes alight with passion as he did little hand movements, trying to recreate the fight style. As he spoke, you couldn’t help but admire him. Chuuya looked so sun kissed, as you urged to hold his hands and kiss him.

You listened intently, captivated by the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about his work. His red fedora in your hands, and his scarf, artfully draped over you.

As he continued talking, you couldn't help but be distracted by how close he was walking to you. His hands occasionally brushing against yours, sending a jolt of warmth through your body. It was then that an idea sparked in your mind, a mischievous impulse that you couldn't resist.

Without warning, you held Chuuya's hand, leaned in closer, your other hand reaching up to gently cup his cheek. Chuuya's words faltered, and he blinked in surprise as your lips met his in a soft, fleeting kiss. It was a chaste peck, a mere brush of your lips against his, but it sent a shockwave through both of you.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you pulled back, a sly smile playing on your lips. Chuuya stared at you, his eyes wide, and then, to your surprise, he chuckled.

"Well, well, what's gotten into you, Y/N?" he said, his voice low and teasing. "Bored of the conversation, are you?"

You shrugged, feigning innocence. "Who, me? Just thought I'd keep the conversation interesting."

Chuuya's grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his arms, now around your waist, his lips dangerously close to yours. "Interesting, huh?" he spoke, "I can play that game too."

Before you could react, his lips crashed against yours with a hunger that took your breath away. The kiss was passionate and demanding, igniting a fire within you that you hadn't expected. Chuuya's hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, as if he couldn't get enough of your taste.

The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you lost in the heat of the moment. It was a kiss that spoke warmth yet passion, a kiss that left no room for doubt about the depth of your connection.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless and flushed. Chuuya leaned back in his seat, a smug grin on his face.

"See, Y/N," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I told you I could play that game."

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling a warmth spread through your chest, "You definitely can, Chuuya." you said before Chuuya gave a short kiss on your cheek, "You are irresistible"

"And so are you," And with that you give a peek on his lips, before running towards the entrance of the pm building, "I LOVE YOU".

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[mooomuzan]

hyper-specific chuuya bf headcanons

“…the quiet understanding that, even in chaos, they are each other’s home.”

oo.1 :: during a sudden rainstorm, chuuya insists you dance with him in the middle of the empty street. he spins you around dramatically, ignoring how soaked you both get. he even lifts you off the ground in a final, cinematic twirl, laughing at your breathless smile.

oo.2 :: chuuya pretends to hate it when you ask to braid his hair, rolling his eyes and muttering something about how it’s “a waste of time.” but the second you start, he’s completely still, leaning back just enough for you to reach comfortably. he’ll grumble under his breath—���don’t make it look stupid”—but the soft way he closes his eyes gives him away. he secretly loves the feeling of your fingers in his hair, and though he’ll never admit it, he refuses to take the braid out until he absolutely has to.

oo.3 :: if a fight gets particularly heated, chuuya has this infuriating habit of silencing you with a kiss mid-sentence. he’s not doing it to dismiss your feelings—he just can’t stand the thought of you being upset with him for too long. “i hate seeing you mad at me,” he’ll say, his forehead resting against yours, voice quiet and sincere.

oo.4 :: one night, you convince chuuya to graffiti a wall with you. at first, he acts too dignified for it but eventually gets into it, creating surprisingly artistic designs. by the end, he’s smeared in paint, laughing, and calling it a masterpiece.

oo.5 :: chuuya challenges you to a cooking duel, complete with dramatic commentary and music playing in the background. he pretends to be a judge for your dish, acting overly critical, but it’s just to cover up how much he loves your cooking.

oo.6 :: sometimes, after a particularly stressful day, chuuya will wordlessly walk up to you, throw his arms around your waist, and bury his face in your shoulder. he doesn’t say much, just breathes you in like you’re the calm in his storm. if you run your fingers through his hair, he’ll let out the softest sigh, “just needed to hold you right now.”

oo.7 :: when you’re walking side by side, chuuya has an oddly romantic habit of grabbing your wrist. he’ll lift it up and press a small kiss to the inside, lingering for just a second longer than necessary. when you ask him why, he’ll shrug and smirk. “your pulse is there,” he’ll say, as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

oo.8 :: he sets up a city-wide treasure hunt for your anniversary, complete with clues written in elegant script. each clue leads to places that are significant to your relationship—like the first place you met, or where you shared your first kiss. he acts all serious as you solve each riddle, but when you finally find the “treasure”—a simple, heartfelt note from him—he admits he just wanted to see your smile as you pieced everything together.

[chiara-hotel]

𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝒢𝑜𝒹

Chuuya N. Drabble, Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Dazai annoying chuuya, very small drabble

Author Note: Happy Birthday Chuuya! 🫶

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For the longest time, Chuuya didn’t know if he were human or a god-his powers were extraordinary. His strength was notable and he could do anything he set his mind to do. So then… How did this situation happen??

Dazai standing infront of him as he spoke,

“If you’re a god, why are you feeling sad?”

“If you’re a god, why are you crying?”

“If you’re a god, couldn’t you save them? Why did they die like everyone else?”

“If you’re god, your life would be perfect. Sitting up all high and mighty, looking down on those who cross paths with you.”

“Oh shut the fuck up Dazai” Chuuya spoke teary-eyed not daring to look away from your body to give him attention. Your body, dead beneath his feet.

Dazai was silent for a moment before stating his final comment, “Isnt that proof enough that you’re human, Chuuya?” Dazai spoke the last sentence softly, as if he knew Chuuya would never believe him. Dazai watched as Chuuya cleared his tears and headed for the door..

“Chuuya, where are you going” Chuuya stopped, just before answering: “I’m going to fucking murder whoever did this” Dazai chuckled and spoke

“If you’re a god you wouldn’t kill a human life you know?”

Chuuya started to leave and he only said one thing before he left: “Well then, maybe I’m no god afterall.”

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