#chuuya fanfic

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Yan BSD Men - Lengths

「 Fyodor ~ Chuuya ~ Dazai ~ Tetchou ~ Jouno ~ Nikolai 」

- in which the bsd men cast go to certain lengths to be with you

- gender neutral reader

- content warning: yandere themes, mentions of: manipulation, torture, murder, mental, emotional n physical abuse, etc

(some of this may potentially be out of character)

not proofread so possibly grammatical errors.

↳ Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor is one of those men who just love to play around with what is his. When he sees what he wants, it will be his. And that goes for you. Since he's very calm in any situation he ends up in. He happens to remain his composure completely around you. You belong to him. You just don't know it yet.

The things he does just to get you to be his is almost anything. He doesn't show his emotions all while doing so either to throw you off if you ever noticed or took hint what was going on.

He found his way to manipulate you into joining alongside him in the 'Rats in the House of the Dead'. That way he'd be closer to you than he was before, which mostly consisted of him stalking you from time to time. He had to keep an eye on what was his after all, right?

He eventually took action into his own hands, he wanted to get close to you as much as he could. He just had to draw you in. So the best way to do that, was for him to drag you around wherever he went doing whatever he was doing. Almost like it was your newest job and it had to be done and fulfilled by you, being his newest partner.

You of course obeyed his every word, cause he was your boss after all, and you had to obey him. Plus the chance of a lifetime was being able to work alongside him as a partner. At least that's what everyone thought and what everyone strongly truly believed. You however didn't have a full opinion.

But Fyodor knew this and he would soon make you believe the same. Pulling you in more and more. Wrapping you around his finger until eventually you really fell for him.

But in the meantime, he's just going to have to stick to what he's been doing for a while. Keeping you around as much as he can. Making sure you're safe. And best of all make sure that he can make you his, he wouldn't stop until he achieved this after all.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

↳ Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya has lost a lot, and knowing this fact he was solely convinced of the fact that he would lose you too. So this made him very crazy when it came to you. He would find any way to make sure you were around him at all costs.

After joining the Port Mafia, he grew a strong interest in you and eventually you two were paired up for an assignment so this gave him a window of opportunity to get closer to you than he was before. On said assignment, he made sure you were okay at all times but all the while trying not to completely show it because he didn't wanna seem like he cared too much.

Chuuya overtime had such an unhealthy obsession with you it drove him insane. Seeing people trying to get near you really drove him towards the edge — making him want to kill said people. If someone hurt you or attempted to, they would get their ass handed to them. He'd always be there for you for certain things.

He'd try not to show it but eventually it would through his actions when those that get in the way that were a threat would disappear without nearly any trace. And those who tried to do anything bad to you, he'd either blackmail or just kick them to the curb. He's super overprotective overall.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

↳ Dazai Osamu

Dazai like his usual normal self is very flirty with you — and seems just overall sweet like his usual self. After you joined the Armed Detective Agency, getting to work with the brunette haired man, it came abundantly clear to himself that he was really fond of you. He was starting to have deep strong feelings for you that grew into an unhealthy obsession.

This led him to doing things just for you. He'd of course keep you safe, he'd find whatever ways he could to protect you. He's a confident man so his confidence really hid the fact well — that he was doing everything in his power to keep you for himself. His protection turned into manipulation. Then his manipulation turned into a violent need to hurt those who you always got into fights with you.

He's able to persuade you in any way and you fall for it everytime. You fall for his tricks, his lies, his manipulative behavior, everything he does though is for you, right? His need for you is his reason for his need for blood shed and doing things you would never imagine him doing. But again, it's all for you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

↳ Tetchou Suehiro

Tetchou is a little different than the others, he doesn't seem like he'd be into anyone but he grows quite the thing for you. After you ended up becoming apart of the hunting dogs, he admired you for your hard work and dedication towards the cause. He also admired you for your strength and your abilities.

But overtime this normal admiration turned into him being in love with you, obsessed with you. This man is more of a strong need for justice type so he doesn't use murder to get with you. He doesn't use lame tactics like manipulation either.

His admiration went from obsession which meant he would be very overprotective over you, making you feel safe with him more and more — in case there was never a fight you couldn't handle, he'd be there to protect you. He'd be there to help you through it. He tends to get himself closer to you by spending more time with you, alone time to be precise. He'd take you out on little friendly dates for brunch or something of the like. These dates were more than friendly for him — as for you, you weren't aware.

He'd make you help him train which in return he'd help you train. Making you stronger so he'd make sure if there was ever a moment you needed to be safe — your strength alone would be enough. In case he wasn't there to protect you, to help you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

↳ Jouno Saigiku

This man looks so sweet but on the inside he can be quite sadistic in nature, enjoying the thought of messing with his victims in the worst way. This is usually the case with criminals — but when he met you, this quickly changed. He didn't really care who it would be, he would hurt whoever just about got in his way of you two being together.

After you joined the hunting dogs, you got close with some of the members and he was fine for a while until eventually an obsession grew for you. His undying love sunk in and he became the worst.

And if you did something he did not like that would upset him, he'd keep his normal composed attitude in the light — his very dark hint of his personality however was there, you just didn't see it. If you don't do what he wants he will threaten it out of you. He will find any thing he can use to his advantage to get you to be willing to do as he demands.

It could be threats to your loved ones, to you, to your friends, to anyone you deem close to you. He will threaten and blackmail you to his hearts content if it gets you to listen.

His other methods would also include hurting you. Torturing you in any way he could. Whether that be mentally or emotionally or just physically if it ever got to that point. He'd mostly mess with your head. Psychological torture was best fitting because he wouldn't want to hurt his beloved, now would he? He'd be so upset if he ever had to lay a hand on you but he always tried his best not to.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

↳ Nikolai Gogol

This man is so cheerful at times and it throws you off a lot. He always has to question you alot and annoy you with his usual quizzes. He was like this towards you when you first met him. After meeting Fyodor and becoming a member of the Decay of Angels — he found you quite the interesting one.

That little small interest eventually grew into him having strong deep feelings for you, and he realized this too. Overtime his quizzes got more frequent, his happiness got more loud and obnoxious. He was around you way too often. He practically clung to you. You just brushed it off as Nikolai being Nikolai.

But eventually when the jealousy kicked in when it came down to you, the rage did too. Anyone who tried to harm you, threaten you, or even flirt with you — this man did not like it one bit. Every single person who flirted with you disappeared. Every person who would harm or threaten you — would soon meet a terrible fate.

This man would constantly use his ability to torture them while laughing as it was happening. He didn't care cause he was doing it all for you. It was all because he loved you, he adored you, he wanted you, he needed you — and he was gonna have you.

He wasn't going to stop there until everyone who was an obstacle in his path would be gone, would feel every ounce of pain he could give them. He'd mess with his victims mentally and physically with his ability. Asking trick questions just so they felt like they'd got the answer right but in the end they didn't and he could hurt them all he wanted.

[zhonglisbeloved]

knives & kisses [headcanons]

tagging my darling @komelrebi-san im thinking of changing the theme a bit & this is so filthy im shocked myself

Chuuya Nakahara x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw, knife play, playful threatening, small mention of blood, praise, spitting, tit sucking (mention of future lactation), kind of a breeding kink, mentions of getting pregnant in future + pregnant sex

chuuya and you have some...wild kinks to say the least

he one day randomly suggests knife play and you agree

he'll have you on your shared bed, only in a skimpy red lingerie, he'll use his knife to cut the strings of the lingerie, stripping you bare while mumbling threats like what if I cut you? what if I scratch you? you may bleed a little but doesn't matter, it'll be dealt with after I'm done fucking you~

he'll kiss all over your body, make out with you, be messy, spit in your mouth

he may ask you to open your mouth and then he'll shove the hilt of the knife in it, make you suck on it and coat it in your saliva while easily ignoring your whines about how you're so needy and want your wet pussy to be touched

he'll use the hilt of the knife to fuck your hole while his mouth is busy teasing your perky nipples

he has a thing for your tits, how can he not suck on them? he'll leave hickeys and bites, shamelessly suckling while he fucks you with the knife

after you've had your first orgasm, he'll replace the knife with his thick girthy cock, what was that? need a break? no, princess he'll mock you while overstimulating you, the knife tracing your thighs as he slams his hips against yours

if you squirm too much he'll hold the knife to your throat don't move baby, you don't want to get hurt do you?

he'll somehow manage folding you into half in a mating press and breeding you over and over again with the knife to your throat

I'll get you pregnant baby, and even then, I won't stop fucking you, yes?

I'll fuck and breed my pretty pregnant baby as much as I want

your tits will be swollen and full of sweet milk, you'll let me drink it, right? I'll massage them too, and drink whatever spills out, so nothing is wasted

[xiaosonlybeloved]

Our Love is Six Feet Under- Nakahara Chuuya

featuring: Nakahara Chuuya (bsd), gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned) warnings:- angst throughout, major character death, major light novel (stormbringer) spoilers!! a/n:- my, my, this idea has actually been rotting in my brain for over a month and its my longest fic till date. i loved writing it i hope u guys like it too <33 heavily inspired by 'six feet under' by billie eilish

wc: 3k || masterlists

You feel like you’ve been through worse than hell and back when you drag your eyes open. It doesn’t take you long to assess your situation and remember what had happened to you in the first place to get you attached to a hospital bed with various machines around you.

You promptly wish you’d rather have died instead, or never woken up. Not having had to deal with the pain that stabbed your heart like a thousand serrated, unforgiving knives would be a million times better than being alive. It would have been so much better than being the only survivor. 

Technically, you should feel no personal guilt over the Flags’ deaths. Its not like you had been hired to protect them, and what you had been paid to specifically do is the only thing that matters when you’re an assassin. Especially when the Port Mafia is the one who outsourced you. The blame of their deaths could, in no way, be pinned upon you.

Having feelings is what gets someone killed in the world you live in, a dark world in the deepest shadows of the city. Having an ability is no reason to be confident of yourself, not when the country is littered with ability users everywhere. And yet having an ability as unique as yours is how you managed to save yourself from the certain death brought upon you all by the King of Assassins.

It was supposed to be another normal day, right? You were off-duty, so you were hanging out with the Flags at the usual place, who you had become ‘acquainted’ with over the past few months of working together, Mori’s orders. If you could dare to curse yourself and them by calling you guys friends, you would. One of them, possibly the one you were closest with, had left for some mission with a foreign investigator, long story. So you were chilling out with the others, playing billiards and all that stuff. 

If someone had told you that would be your last memory together, you would have atleast clicked a picture for keepsakes. Or you’d have cherished the moment more, rather than treating it so casually. After all, you never know the value of what you’ve lost until you’ve lost it. 

In the present, you shut out your emotions- they’re too much of a storm for you to be able to deal with. The grief at their deaths, the horror at the memory of the sight, the overwhelming grief- you needed a break. You slipped back into unconsciousness, a weight lying heavy on your chest that would surely never leave you until you die.

********

The funeral seems much too loud and way too quiet at the same time, or perhaps thats just your thoughts. You’re silent in the shadows, yet again, watching the processions and the choir wordlessly. You don’t speak anything. You don’t think you have the right to. 

You haven’t dared to talk to Chuuya, or even approach him. He was the only member of the Flags who was not present when Verlaine struck, and thus the only one alive. He was incredibly close to them, you know, because you yourself were close to them, to him. Barely anyone had spoken a word to him, not even the boss. His aura was such that if you even dared to approach him, you’d probably either have your lungs squashed by gravity, or his own carefully crafted facade would break down. 

If, as someone who wasn’t even part of the Port Mafia or the Flags, you had been affected so badly, how was Chuuya coping? Was he? Yet, out of habit, you can’t help but keep an eye out for him. Silently, selfishly even, perhaps you’re hoping he can find it in himself to forgive you.

The foreign investigator has shown up again, looking much too cheerful for someone entering a funeral, and goes straight to Chuuya. You can feel that he’s pissed off, but a few words from Mori, and Chuuya stands up in a forced manner, going to leave with the detective. 

You manage to meet his gaze finally, but you don’t think you’d ever be prepared for it. His eyes bored straight into yours, eyes that had once looked at you with mirth and laughter, and dare you say it, love, eyes that were always an open gateway to his emotions. They held nothing but silent accusations, hidden anger, all pointing their sharp ends towards you. Not a single friendly feeling. 

Not a word is exchanged as he walks right past you, but there’s no need to. You’ve gotten the silent message he’s sending you crystal clear- he will never forgive you for this.

You think you deserve it fully, you understand. Even now. How twisted, really, but you got it. When he lost the Flags, he lost a part of himself too, but he still remembered you. And remembering you was a constant reminder of them, of your failure to save them, of the pain that came with. 

Though it hurt you, you knew that distancing yourself from him was the best thing to do. If you pursued him again, there was no telling what he might end up doing, but it certainly wouldn’t end well. Chuuya likely knew this too, and he clearly didn’t want you to come back. So you wouldn’t. This funeral would be the last time you associated with the Port Mafia, and thus Chuuya, even if it hurt you to do so. But again, considering feelings is what gets you killed in this world, and you’d rather not die so soon, although you actually don’t mind. 

And well, what did it matter if somewhere, sometime, Chuuya secretly wished you’d ask him to return?

********

Visiting their graves has become a monthly thing to you, due to your inability to let the past stay in the past. Perhaps its your own, guilty way of attempting to make amends, perhaps its your way of keeping their memory engraved in your mind, perhaps its to ensure that they aren’t forgotten, even if you know well they will never be. Deep inside, its a way for you to mourn the dead, as well as the loss of the living. 

You bring flowers every time, stay a while, occasionally leave something for them. Sometimes, you talk to them, sometimes you apologise over and over again, sometimes you stay silent, letting your thoughts still for a while. If nothing else, you just stared at the small rose plants that were growing there, one behind each of the five graves. It always amazed you, that such a delicate flower could grow in such a barren place. It sure seemed like they’d be blooming soon, and whenever you visited, you always made sure to check on them.

Time passes, but the wounds do not heal from inside, they just scab over, concealing the pain at first glance. You’ve gotten better at hiding it, yes, but that does not make it any better. You’ve become stronger, risen in rank as an assassin, honed your skills further. You’ve become reputed for carrying out your tasks in a swiftly lethal, unclouded way that left no traces. Almost a year has already gone by since the incident, and you still havent forgiven yourself. Nor has Chuuya.

That’s why, on their death anniversary, when you feel his cold gaze on you for the first time in a whole year when you were at their graves, you don’t hesitate to get up and start to leave. It’s best for him to not see you again. You’ve cut off all contact with the Port Mafia, except for when you occasionally got hired by them, and even then you finished it quickly, wasting no time. Interacting with no one. 

So that’s why it surprises you, when he holds up a hand, walking past you to lay the flowers on their graves. “You can stay.” He speaks emotionlessly, not looking at you. He sounds older, more mature, which was to be expected, you supposed. You remain standing where you are for a few moments, not facing him as he walks over and sits behind one of the graves. “As long as you aren’t doing anything wrong, of course.” He adds. At that, you sit in front of the grave he’s leaning against, replying quietly with a “No, I was merely paying my respects.”

It was anyways evening when you came, soon, the moon starts its ascent through the sky, as silence settles between the two of you. Not a word is exchanged between the two of you as you sit on opposite sides of the same grave, in each other’s company. The only people who could truly understand each other’s pain and suffering.

You settle for silently staring at the roses. Small buds have formed, but they don’t look well- its as if the whole plant is starting to wilt, little by little. They haven’t flowered even once yet,and you wondered if those roses would bloom before the plant died. Could they? After all, the weather was changing- it was raining more often these days. Maybe they couldn’t take it. Even now, a light drizzle had started as you sat, but it took you some time to realise, because you didn’t feel the rain at all, only noticing the faint red hue around. You didn’t mention it, nor did Chuuya.

Perhaps, whatever once could have been between you and the guy opposite you was symbolised by those roses- it could have bloomed, if given the chance, but life abandoned it,  left it to wilt in the aftermath of the storm. Any possible chances for you two were like the beloved ones who had left you now- six feet under the ground, dead, marked by a grave. This was merely the hand that fate dealt you, you had no choice but to accept it

********

“I can’t see the moon tonight.”. You murmur, almost to yourself, as you remain seated against the graves. It had been years, and even till now, neither of you had stopped coming to the grave to pay your respects, you arriving first every time and waiting for him. Your own visits weren’t monthly anymore due to life, more sporadic, but you still did visit from time to time, and you know Chuuya did too. And every year, on the fateful day that the incident happened, both of you never failed to show up, at the same time. Sometimes you exchanged a few words of greeting, a line or two about life. Other times you sat in silence till the moon’s glow started to dim, leaving as noiselessly as you came. Over time, this became your and Chuuya’s last remaining shared tradition out of all those that used to exist, your last link to each other. Seems like none of you was truly able to stay away from the other after all, huh?

“Say, Chuuya, next year, can you check for me whether the moon is visible or not? I feel like there really is something different about it on this day.” You ask him. He curtly replies, “Yeah no, you can do it yourself when you come back here. There’s no big deal about it anyways.” There’s no real bite in his words though, but it still saddens you. You wave it aside though, as you stare at the rose plants, like you always do. 

Over the years, those roses have wilted, died, and new plants have grown in their place. Not a single one of them ever bloomed though. You want to ask Chuuya to check on those plants next year too, but you don’t.

Tired from your day at work- it was more hectic and dangerous than usual- you lean against Chuuya’s shoulder. He remains motionless- he doesn’t push you away, but he certainly doesn’t pull you closer either. This is another thing you developed over the years- if either of you felt like you needed a shoulder on that day, the other would offer it. And you wanted to do it one last time.

Eventually, you two get up and brush yourselves off, preparing to part ways. You can’t help but let your gaze linger on Chuuya’s for a second more than usual as you open up your umbrella- it always does rain on this day, but today it seemed a bit gentler yet stronger- as if the skies were quietly lamenting over what was to come. 

Right before he left, he quietly spoke, the whisper floating between you. “Don’t think everything’s alright between us, because it isn’t.” He always does say something like this before he leaves every time, and again, there’s no real bite or meaning behind those words, just a formality he wishes to continue. 

You let a sad smile rest on your face as you gazed at him, before responding, “Don’t worry, I know.”

“Take care, Chuuya.”

As you started walking off alone, feeling Chuuya’s eyes still on you, ensuring your safety like the gentleman he was, you wondered if you had truly tied all the remaining loose ends of your thread of life, or did you still have regrets? It was very likely- no one could say they died without any regrets at all. And besides, no one’s end was written in stone, unless they carved it themselves. Sometimes, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was ever all too much for you.

The next morning, you call your boss to let him know that you’re ready to take on the mission. It was an important one, involving both a long period of infiltration for gathering valuable intel, and then the assassination of the target at the end. It was a high-risk mission too, but you were used to those, weren’t you?

Why would this mission be any different?

*********

Another year rolled past. This year, Chuuya hadn’t been able to visit the graves at all after the first two-three months because he had been sent overseas for a long-term mission. During the months he’d been in Yokohama, he hadn’t caught a glimpse of you- of course he hadn’t, he made sure to avoid the days you came, preferring to merely see the traces of yourself you left and leaving his own. After that he only got the chance to return there on their next death anniversary, and even for that he had to fight tooth and nail. He was a man of actions, and he would never be the one to break the tradition.

But he’d never imagined that you would break it either. You too were a person who valued actions, or had you changed over the years? 

His sharp eyes scanned the graves cautiously, but there was not a single trace of you. The only life around were the rose plants, not a soul in sight.

Rage, resentment and hints of sorrow bubbled up in him, taking him by storm as he strode over and angrily sat down by one of the graves. He was silent the entire night, letting his rush of emotions subside, staring at the gates as if he was expecting you to suddenly pop out. He stared at the moon, and at the roses. Did you not notice that they were about to bloom when you last visited? Because they were in full bloom that night, for the first time in years, delicate, fragrant petals shining in the moonlight. The moon, too, looked beautiful that night, a full moon surrounded by clouds. It was raining, heavier than usual, but the moon was never hidden. A memory entered his mind- last year, you had asked him to check whether the moon was visible this year.

“Well, it’s visible, and it sure is beautiful, but you didn’t even show up. Why?” He bitterly spoke out loud.

In the soft blowing wind that accompanied the rain, a stray lone rose petal lying on the ground gently floated in air, appearing as ethereal as smoke. He rose up to leave- you clearly weren’t showing up- eyes following the petal as it blew about, landing on a grave not of the Flags, but right beside, almost as if the deceased had specifically asked it to be there. It seemed relatively new too, for he hadn’t seen it the last time he’d been here. He walked over to it, to read what was written on the gravestone.

A moment passed, then another. And another. And Chuuya doesn’t know how long he spent there, kneeling in front of it. He was slowly getting drenched, because his ability had deactivated itself at some point of the night, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the neatly written words staring back at him, taunting him.

At some point, he understood why he was alone that night. Why you weren’t there to give him company, solace that night. It was because you couldn’t, and so you’d left whatever remained of yourself there, beside him, beside them, eternally. He just hadn’t known.

He could barely breathe, he wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to, because his chest felt so heavy then. Eventually, he noticed where the petal had landed- it was a small letter, slightly wet and yellowed, kept in such a way that the rain wouldn’t destroy it. Someone must have kept it there on your request, and so he took it  out, eyes taking in the faintly smudged but still intelligible words.

‘I’m sorry, Chuuya, for everything. I hope you can forgive me someday, even if I myself never could. Thank you for staying with me, for existing.

-Love, [Y/N]’

A silent tear slipped out of his eye, then another. “Idiot.” he whispered, voice cracking. “You’ve always been too hard on yourself. I think I forgave you a long time ago, I guess I just never wanted to acknowledge it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being too late.”

“And don’t worry, the moon looks beautiful tonight, and so do the roses. They’ve finally bloomed. I think you would have loved to see them, wouldn’t you?”

this took me ages to write, but i hope u like it hehehe anyways votes, reblogs and comments are really very much appreciated <333

[aureatchi]

.🕷.𖥔 ݁ ˖ WHAT A SCAREDY CAT ! — nakahara chuuya

“aw, poor baby. movie too scary, doll?” “shut up chuuya.”

a/n. it’s spooky szn !! so of course i need to write something fit for the occasion…so,, why not do it w my fav ginger-haired!

info. fem!reader. fluff. lowercase ✎. profanities. horror movies, drinking, small argument. it gets suggestive sjwsj, neck kissing. wc. 1.9k

“oh, this is so cute.” 

you and your lover both shared an eye for aesthetics. that’s why you gazed so proudly at the coffee table in front of you when you stepped back to see the finished product—the rounded table was filled to the curved edges with your favorite takeout meal, bowls of junk sweets to indulge in after, popcorn, two wine glasses, and accompanying of course, a bottle of wine. other than the food, there were two lit candles to set the ambiance of the space, and a jack-o-lantern chuuya had carved himself. 

all were organized beside each other to make it look like it came out of a pinterest post.

“i agree,” chuuya replied with a smug smile, also proud of your combined work. he joined you on the side. 

you grabbed your digital camera resting on your couch and took a picture of the cozy scene. 

“before it all gets ruined,” you chuckled. 

chuuya then took the camera, turning the lens towards the both of you. 

“let’s take a few together,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pose. you and chuuya were also wearing matching pajamas: black tees and halloween themed pants. 

“okay!” 

click! click! click! 

the trio included a picture of you holding up a heart with your hands as chuuya’s arm encased around you, a picture of you turned towards him with your arms around his neck (you realized the flash was very bright), and one more of you kissing his cheek. 

“awh!” you widely grinned as you looked through them, giggling to yourself when you noticed how the camera captured chuuya’s conspicuous blush in the last photo. 

“what’chu laughing at?” he asked, looking over your shoulder. 

“nothing, it’s just cute,” you replied, putting your camera away. “can we eat now?” 

“yeah,” he replied, motioning towards the snug sofa nuzzled with your cushiest of blankets.

you enveloped them around you as chuuya grabbed the remote control to browse movies on the tv. 

RANKED #1 HORROR MOVIE THIS YEAR!

“wanna watch this?” chuuya asked, hovering the selection over the movie. “i just realized we’ve never watched a horror movie together.” 

“yeah, if you want me screaming and retreating on your lap every five minutes.” 

“exactly,” he replied, smirking. “that would be nice⎯”

“too bad. i was joking. i don’t get scared easily.” 

you held an opposing smirk back, but in reality, you did get agitated easily, especially when jumpscares were involved. but you felt stubborn and didn’t want to give what chuuya wanted, so you decided to take it on as a challenge. 

and he seemed to sense your game too. “better not catch ya lying, doll. there’s consequences for everything.” 

“what do you mean by that?” you asked, your face heating up, but he gave no answer to your avail. now you really had a challenge. 

“…whatever. i don’t need to know anyway. i’m not getting scared.” 

“hm,” chuuya said as he clicked on the movie. up popped a screen with the synopsis of the two-hour film, including all of the content warnings. 

…murder, blood, sudden jumpscares…

oh shoot.

chuuya pressed play, and immediately, the movie started.

…

the first twenty minutes were actually okay. there hadn’t been anything too much to frighten you yet⎯eerie music, corporate workers, and dark rooms were the only thing you had seen so far. 

“damn, when does this good?” chuuya mumbled, finishing eating the last of your main course. 

you were glad things hadn’t been intimidating to you so far. but you also knew your lover was awaiting for something to happen, something to cause him to win.

that wasn’t going to happen. 

you were snacking on the bucket of popcorn when suddenly, a creepy humanoid creature engulfed the screen, accompanied by a petrifying sound. there was no way to see that coming⎯there was no warning. you couldn’t help but squeal and jump slightly on the couch, the bucket of popcorn following. luckily, it wasn’t so much that it fell and made a mess. 

“o-oh shoot! chuuya, i thought i saw a spider!” you said right after the moment passed, turning your head and making it look like you were searching the cushions for a spider. you knew he was watching for your reaction the entire time. 

“spider, yeah?” chuuya asked, amused. “nice excuse, sweetheart.” 

you crossed your arms. “okay! that was a mild reaction! i didn’t jump on you so that doesn’t count.” 

“scared yet?” 

“nope!” you popped the p. yet, a shiver went down your spine.

you continued watching the movie. more horror started to seep in, grisly scenes causing unease. you weren’t sure if you preferred those drawn-out sights to the jumpscares, but you could hide your reactions better with the former. you hadn’t seen any more sudden clips yet, thankfully. 

“yikes,” you and chuuya said when a corpse got shot multiple times even after they already died and then mutilated. 

“i’m opening the wine,” chuuya said about an hour and thirty minutes into the movie. 

“alright,” you replied, not opposing. you probably even supported it. maybe if you drank a little, you wouldn’t scare so easy.

especially because you could feel the plot’s climax approaching. you were already suffocating a couple of pillows on your lap in anxiousness. 

chuuya poured the glasses and handed one to you. you quietly finished yours quickly so you could have it refilled. 

“oh shit!” you shouted when the main character suddenly made a super stupid decision⎯as you probably did too by pretending that you didn’t spooked⎯of course resulting in a chase by the disgusting creature that popped out of nowhere earlier. you clutched the pillows even harder, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the screen. you needed to prove to chuuya you weren’t lying to him. 

the wine was not strong enough against the fear-fueled adrenaline that surged through you, paralleling the intensifying background music. 

stupid chuuya. he made sure the volume was cinema-loud. it did not help trying to drown out the creepy atmosphere that engulfed the entire room. 

the figure suddenly appeared in front of the protagonist with a dramatic scream.

“AHH!” you screamed too, but immediately bit down on your hand right after. 

but then it happened again. the main character turned a corner, and it popped up again, even more disturbing than the last time. 

“AHHH!” 

you screamed again, jumping on chuuya to try and bury your face on his neck. your heart was racing from the images you had seen. 

but he had other plans. 

“aw, poor baby. movie too scary, doll?” 

“shut up chuuya!” you replied, yet you still gripped tightly on his shirt. 

but then, chuuya pushed you off of him.  

“chuuya!” you tried to climb back on him, but something was preventing you from making contact with his skin. 

“…are you using gravity manipulation?!”

“i thought you said you wouldn’t get scared,” he taunted with a smirk. “eyes on the screen, brave girl.” 

“you’re so mean!” you shouted, but faced back toward the tv. he had even gone out of his way to use his ability to turn your own words against yourse⎯

“AHHH! WHATTHEFUCK!” 

you were already screaming as the creature finally caught the main character, but you weren’t alone as chuuya cursed and pulled you on top of him, horrified.

“DAMMIT. what the hell was THAT?” 

“put us down, we’re FLOATING!” you cried. it didn’t help at all that you were both scared and floating above all solid surface, even though it was only about three feet.

“s-shit, sorry!” 

he rested the both of you down on the sofa once again. you had missed most of the eerie epilogue, but you didn’t really care when your brain had now conjured a new character for your nightmares. 

chuuya poured the last of the bottle’s contents into your glasses and handed you yours. you finished the cherry-red liquid instantly to try to get some relief. 

you turned towards chuuya right after to see that he had done the same. and then, you broke out laughing. 

the ginger-haired raised an eyebrow and glared back at you as you continued to stare at him and snicker.

“i-i didn’t know YOU were a scaredy cat,” you tried to speak, but it was hard when you were overcome by laughter. your stomach was hurting and your chest was heaving, but you couldn’t stop. 

“shut up!” he shouted. 

“i-i can’t!” you replied, continuing to laugh. “how ironic⎯it’s one thing for me, but the port mafia executive? getting scared?!” 

you were only silenced when chuuya had pulled you on his waist once again. 

“if you didn’t think you were in trouble for lying, you definitely are now.” 

you immediately stopped, staring into his eyes. you had forgotten about his temper.

“wait, i’m sorry!” but your apology was futile because you were immediately lifted once again but this time, higher and alone.

“put me down, chuuya, i’m sorry!” you screamed, about eleven feet off of the floor. you really hated his ability sometimes.

“why should i?!” he observed you from the couch, trying to grab onto something but stuck inside a sphere of air. he would never try to hurt you, even while he was mad, but currently, his ego had been offended by your words.

“i was joking, chuu! i didn’t actually mean it⎯i promise! i’m sorry, i’ll make it up to you.”

you were slowly lowered, relieved once your legs hit the couch.

“i’m sorry,” he said, quietly after you had made sure you could stand on floor again. “i got carried away, plus you weren’t wrong.” he sighed at the confession.

“it’s okay,” you replied, straddling his lap. “that just makes the two of us scaredy cats. i think that’s cute.” you booped him on the nose.

“but you’re the bigger one,” chuuya provoked.

“no! you are!”

“you are!”

“you are!”

“who’s the one on my lap?” he asked, moving a piece of your hair out of your face as he smirked. “just as she foreshadowed earlier too?”

“shut up,” you replied, but he had gotten you where he wanted in the end. “want a trophy or something?”

“no, you’re just gonna make it up to me now.“

he pulled you closer, and kissed you softly, seeing if your reaction would allow him to continue.

you pulled back. “if this is what i have to do, that’s easy.” you leaned back in and resumed the kiss, lifting your hands to play with chuuya’s hair. you could still taste the wine on his lips⎯it made you feel even more high combined with the tension between you two as he kissed you deeper.

he pulled back for the both of you to catch breath and then spoke.

“you’re funny if you think that’s it, doll.”

he moved one of his hands to move your hair away from your neck and the other to cup your cheek on the opposite side.

he started kissing there, and then, sucking.

“…chuuya?”

“this is for lying to me,” he said, focusing on the spot. once he was done, he moved to another.

“and for making fun of me.” he sucked again, until your neck had two new red marks.

“…keep going.”

“yeah? want more?”

“yes. it helps me not think of that scary murderer in the movie.” chuuya laughed.

“alright, i’ll help take the scaredy cat’s mind off of the things that bring her fear.”

“hey! stop calling me th⎯”

you were silenced as he went back to what he was doing, until your entire neck was filled with shades of red.

reblogs are cherished. <3

© AUREATCHI 2023. no reposts or translations. do not steal — including this post’s banners (they’re mine).

[hopelessdazai]

I just saw the soft sex with dazai can you made a soft sex with Chuuya too? Pretty please.

Take your time answering this tho, I don't want to pressure you ><

YEAAAAAAA CHUUYAAAAA RAAAAAA 🗣🗣🗣🗣❗️⁉️⁉️🔊🔥 I think the only reason I'm actually doing requests is bc I have college work to write erm.

Soft sex with chuuya

contents; chuuya x reader, soft sex, chuuya loves u so bad, praise, oral, gender neutral reader, crying during sex,

oh how to even begin. the nights don't go how they usually do, which if you're unaware usually begins with you pinned to a wall while chuuya takes what he wants in the moment.

he wants you to feel appreciated tonight, loved !! adored !! maybe you'd had a bad time at work recently and he knew you wouldn't be in the mood for the roughness he's usually on. or maybe he just wants to show you exactly how much you mean to him.

but whatever the reason is, chuuyas whispering praise in your ear while he gently kisses you. it's not his usual sloppy makeout, where it feels like more teeth then tongue. he's gently peppering kisses around the places on you he absolutely adores.

and that's a lot of places.

he'll carry you into bed if you aren't already there, always. laying you down on the sheets and taking a good minute to truly appriciate your beauty. not to say he usually doesn't, but tonight is different. try not to get embarrassed while he's obviously ogling at your body.

he goes down on you, he usually does. no teasing tonight and barely edging unless you insist upon it. he's getting you to the goal immediately and making you feel good, you deserve it.

chuuya doesn't request anything of you directly, if you pick up on his subtle hints on wanting you to return the favour, he'll gladly let you. his usual methods of fucking your throat until he's crying out and tearing up is no good though. even if he gets frustrated, he let's you go at your own pace.

and when he actually fucks you? it's so different to the usual lust he feels. he's so gentle, he's holding you close and damn near crying because he's so happy to have you. he's so glad to be around you. and he's so delighted to have someone to be this intimate with.

the only words that spill from chuuyas lips are kind ones, he won't degrade you in these times, the most you'll get is a cuss word under his breath. he adores you. he wants you to know that and know it straight today.

he can't help when he tears up when he cums either. holding you tight to his chest and whining at how warm you feel as he spills into you. he'll apologise for it, telling you he doesn't know whats gotten into him. but he knows, and you probably know too.

chuuya isn't used to these intimacy levels. he's used to hate sex, being rough to get where he wants. he's not used to having someone to love so thoroughly. and here you are. in his arms. and he couldn't be happier with where he is in life.

maybe he'll retire from the mafia and settle down with you tomorrow. but today he'd like to focus on the warmth of you in his arms.

it's Halloween month and we get the fivbe nights at Freddie movie soon !! :3

- zai

[coreakin-sakarat]

Chuuya x female reader

Headcanons if he was your bf

Protective Nature: Chuuya is fiercely protective of his partner. He may not always show it openly, but he's always aware of your safety and well-being. He's the type to be subtly possessive, wanting to keep you close and out of harm's way.

Sassy Banter: Your relationship with Chuuya is filled with playful banter and sarcasm. You both enjoy teasing each other, and Chuuya appreciates your wit and ability to keep up with his sharp tongue.

Romantic Gestures: Despite his tough exterior, Chuuya has a romantic side. He enjoys surprising you with thoughtful gestures, whether it's bringing you flowers unexpectedly or planning a spontaneous date night in the middle of his busy schedule.

Shared Adventures: You and Chuuya love going on adventures together, whether it's exploring new places, trying out new foods, or simply spending a quiet day at home enjoying each other's company.

Supportive Partner: Chuuya may have a tough job and a lot of responsibilities, but he always makes time for you. He's your biggest cheerleader, supporting you in your endeavors and encouraging you to pursue your dreams.

Intense Passion: Passion runs deep in your relationship with Chuuya. Whether it's in your arguments or your moments of intimacy, everything between you two is intense and full of emotion.

Trust and Loyalty: Trust and loyalty are paramount in your relationship. You both value honesty and rely on each other as pillars of support in both good times and bad.

Comfort in Silence: Sometimes, the most comforting moments with Chuuya are the ones spent in comfortable silence. You both understand each other without needing words, finding solace in each other's presence.

Shared Goals: While Chuuya may have his own ambitions and goals, he always includes you in his plans for the future. You both envision a life together filled with adventure, love, and unwavering loyalty.

Unconditional Love: Above all, Chuuya loves you fiercely and unconditionally. He may not always say it outright, but his actions speak volumes, showing you just how much you mean to him every single day.

Found out this was made by and Ai thanks for the person telling me and fuck u Emma for telling me it was not ai and u did it yourself. (Please don't tell me u used ai on the other fanfics while helping me)

[fyodorloveclub]

「BEST FRIENDS BROTHER」

⋆ PAIRING ➙ chuuya x afab reader

⋆ NOTES ➙ welcome to kinktober fic 2! sorry i've been a bit slow in posting, it has been a crazy month. thank u so much to everyone who interacts with me and my fics!! 🧡

⋆ CW ➙ virgin killer!chuuya, corruption kink, use of fem pet names (princess, baby girl, etc), mating press, mild breeding kink, mild persuasion by chuuya, minor age difference, mentions of alcohol/intoxication, 18+, minors DNI!!

WC ➙ 3.3k

it is not directly stated, but both reader and chuuya are above the age of 18

The first time you and Chuuya fucked was inevitable. The sexual tension that had grown between the two of you in the previous years had become impossible to ignore, despite the less than ideal circumstances. He was your best friend’s brother, after all.

It wasn’t completely out of the blue, though. There were drunken, high, or just plain desperate moments that had led up to this. Moments where Chuuya had very intentionally came into your friend’s room dressed in thin, gray sweatpants that sat low on his hips and no shirt just to have pointless conversations. He would leer at you with half-hooded blue eyes as you tried to avert your gaze, but your eyes could never help but to wander back to the sharp lines of his toned abdomen, and the way the V leading downwards called your name. The way his messy red hair looked so soft and all you could think about was how it would feel to run your fingers through it.

You tried to ignore it. Tried to ignore the calculated light touches and brushes against you in the hallways. The almost imperceptible feel of his hand over your lower back with a mumbled ‘scuse me and the “accidental” grasp of your fingers when you handed him the saltshaker at the dinner table. But ignoring it was impossible. His touch was electrifying, and his presence was irresistible. You couldn’t help but feel a fluttering in your core every time he looked at you.

There were multiple issues with this attraction, but two were the most obnoxious. The first obviously being his role as your best friend’s brother, and you knew that that would feel like a complete and utter betrayal. It’s not like you had ever discussed how they would feel if you fucked their brother, but it could be assumed. The second issue manifested even more turmoil inside you. You were a virgin – a complete and utter virgin. You had never even held hands romantically or had your first kiss yet, let alone had any sort of sexual contact. So, the first time you fell into Chuuya’s bed, you thought your heart was about to give out with how fast it was beating.

Don’t worry, love, he had whispered into the darkness. I’ve got you.

He didn’t lie. Though he encouraged you through a poorly hidden vail of desperation, he was patient and kind. He pet your hair and encouraged you sweetly as you attempted to take his sizable cock into your mouth, and only hissed a little when you accidentally grazed your teeth against him.

It didn’t matter to him in his mind; no amount of teeth or poor technique could deter him from chasing you. He had wanted you for so long, he wasn’t going to give up then. Improvement could always be made.

This continued for longer than you liked to admit, with countless quick handjobs, blowjobs, and fingering with your best friend in the next room, under the guise of a trip to the bathroom during a sleepover. Before long, every single time you stepped foot into that house to visit led to a secret rendezvous behind closed doors. One your friend could never, ever know about. The guilt ate you alive, and the feeling of betrayal and secrecy loomed over you like a dark cloud, but you couldn’t seem to stop. Chuuya’s fingers and mouth were your addiction, and it seemed that no amount of remorse could keep you from coming back for more. And if your friend ever noticed the remnants of dried cum in the corners of your mouth after a supposed shower, they never commented on it.

But one line that took a little more convincing to cross, was full on sex. That somehow felt like an even worse offense to your best friend that you could never recover from, but vodka was one hell of a motivator.

It was your friend’s surprise birthday party, one that you had spent the better part of a month planning. It was a huge get together at their house with all of your friends from school with intricate decorations, an expensive professional cake, and enough alcohol to get an entire army wasted. It was going to be a great night. And if all of this was partially fueled by the guilt you still harbored from years of sneaking behind their back, then no one ever had to know.

You hadn’t really wanted to invite Chuuya as you knew how dangerous his presence was, but it was his house too. It felt wrong kicking him out or keeping him from his sibling’s birthday. So you swore up and down to yourself, and to Chuuya, that nothing would happen that night. It couldn’t happen.

“You cannot seduce me tonight, asshole,” you had hissed at him as the two of you set out the snacks in the kitchen. He was being nice enough to help you set up for the party, though he refused to wear a shirt. He claimed it was too hot to be fully clothed, but you could see the goosebumps on his arms. He was all too familiar with the effect his body had on you.

“Fine, fine,” he conceded, laughing as he held up the palm of his hands in defeat. “No seducing, I swear.”

“Good,” you replied with a tone of finality. Though his words sounded far from convincing, you didn’t have the time or energy to argue.

Things were going well – at first. Your friend was ecstatic and shocked by the surprise, tackling you with a hug and a thousand thank you’s, and the mood of the party was perfect. The music was good, the socializing was good, the food and cake were good, everything was good. You started to think you were in the clear, that the night would pass without any incidents. You would soon realize you were a complete idiot for thinking that.

You had meant to keep your drinking to a minimum, partaking in the fun cocktails but never getting more than tipsy, as you knew yourself well enough to know that alcohol was essentially an aphrodisiac for you. But without even realizing it, one drink slipped into your hand, turned into two, three, four, until you eventually lost count. You danced unashamedly with your best friend in the living room amongst the crowd of people, all inhibition drained from your body. You were too intoxicated to notice the way Chuuya eyed you from his spot leaning against the wall, and how his desires and restraint disappeared as he too threw back a few too many shots.

As the older brother, he wasn’t as well acquainted with all the partygoers, and he quickly grew bored of the surface-level small talk he was forced to have over and over. He had his sights set on you, and the promise he made was soon forgotten. So, with an almost empty gin and tonic and only bad intentions in his hands, he made his way over to you.

You jumped at the sudden presence of a warm hand against the exposed skin of your back, stealing your attention away from the drunken conversation you were having with your best friend. Your expression soured as you turned around to identify the culprit.

“Hey, Chuuya!” your friend exclaimed loudly, pushing past you to capture him in a clumsy hug. He laughed as he caught them, squeezing back tightly. Every instance you witnessed of their positive sibling relationship only contributed to the guilt inside you.

“Hello, love, happy birthday!” he replied with a look of adoration on his face. “Are you having a good time?”

“A great time,” they slurred, giggling. “Isn’t (y/n) such an amazing person?”

Chuuya smirked, laughing. “Absolutely amazing.”

Your eyes widened at this. You were shitfaced, but you knew that look of his all too well. The look that screamed you’re mine. He smoothly moved back towards you before leaning close to your ear.

“Come with me,” he whispered, words almost inaudible against the blaring of the music and chatter all around you. Your breath hitched in your throat and squeezed your thighs together, embarrassed at how fast three unassuming words from him turned you on. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“I said no seducing,” you asserted, keeping your voice low so as not to catch the attention of your oblivious friend just a few feet away.

“The thing is, I don’t care.” You could only stare at him. “Come with me,” he repeated before gripping your wrist tightly.

“I need to steal (y/n) away for just a second to discuss your birthday gift, is that okay?” Chuuya asked his sibling, but you knew it wasn’t actually a question. You prayed they would say no, give you some strength to resist the growing desire inside you.

“Of course!”

Chuuya smirked.

Fuck.

With permission granted, Chuuya dragged you towards the hallway, surveying your surroundings to ensure no one witnessed the two of you entering his room. Though you were well aware he honestly couldn’t give a shit. He pulled you into the room before pushing you against the wall, lips immediately pressed to yours. Your mind reeled as you heard the click of the door locking, and the shuffling of Chuuya kicking off his shoes. You were strong, but not strong enough to resist Chuuya like this, so against your better judgement, you stopped putting up a fight. You melted into the messy kiss, throwing your arms around his neck as your mouths clashed together. It was all teeth and tongue and saliva, but you couldn’t help but lean into it harder.

“Now I’ve got you,” he growled into the kiss. He pushed his knee in between your legs, using his thigh to rub slowly against your core, and you moaned.

Though he wouldn’t admit it, Chuuya was quite desperate at this point, and wasted no time undoing the button of your jeans to shove his hand inside, past your panties. He was more than pleased to feel the wet spot that had already formed.

“So wet already.” You could only whimper in response. “So fucking needy for me.”

Your clit was already throbbing at this point, the alcohol coursing through your veins speeding up the process exponentially.

“Please,” you couldn’t help but whine. More than happy to oblige, Chuuya shoved two fingers inside your hole and started pumping them in and out of you, making you yelp.

Though you were drunk and very turned on, it was not yet lost on you that you still had never gone all the way before. You’d done everything in between, but you still had never experienced having Chuuya inside you. And as much as you wanted it, guilt be damned, it admittedly scared you. So as he flung you onto the bed, undoing his own jeans, your hand flew to his chest.

“Chuuya, wait,” you said, voice shaking. He was quickly snapped out of the haze he was in, stopping in his tracks.

“What’s wrong?”

“I- we- we’ve never gone this far before,” you whispered, unable to meet his gaze though he hovered over you.

“You’re right,” he said. He was briefly lost in thought for a moment before leaning back over you, arms braced on either side of your head. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure you feel good and safe,” he cooed.

And though your nerves weren’t completely washed away, your libido and his hands on you overshadowed the doubt. He didn’t quite give you the chance to be scared.

Before you knew it, both of your pants had been removed, leaving you only in your underwear as his mouth latched onto your neck, licking and biting at the sensitive skin under your jaw. Your tiny whimpers were going straight to Chuuya’s cock, and he was already starting to leak precum into his boxers.

His hand trailed down your body, fingers grazing lightly over your stomach before reaching your panties again, gathering your slick onto his fingers as lube before he began rubbing circles around your throbbing clit. You threw your head back hard against the pillow, an involuntary groan rising from your throat. Though you had never gone all the way, the two of you had hooked up enough times for Chuuya to know exactly how to best get you off. Though you knew there was a crowd of people not far from the room you two were locked in, including your best friend of many years, you couldn’t help the moans you let out with increasing volume.

As much as he tried to retain some element of composure, he was too drunk and too turned on to ignore the aching in his erection for much longer.

“I need you so fucking bad,” he groaned into your ear, biting at the skin just below it. “Need to be inside you right now.”

Your breath hitched at his forwardness, and your inhibitions melted away. You made eye contact with him before whispering please, and that was all Chuuya needed to hear.

With no interest in wasting time, Chuuya yanked his boxers just past his knees and pushed your panties to the side before lining himself up and sinking into you and bottoming out immediately. He had planned to allow for some adjustment period, but he couldn’t help himself anymore.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you screamed much louder than you should’ve, hoping that the blaring music and intoxication of the crowd kept you anonymous. It hurt a good bit, his cock being longer and girthier than his fingers, but the overwhelming pleasure that washed over you outweighed the discomfort. Plus, you kind of liked the burn; the idea of him being so big you could barely take him. Your legs wrapped tightly around his slim waist, pulling him even closer to you. You suddenly had the desire to be completely filled up by Chuuya, and only wanted more.

“Fuck Chuuya, feels so fucking good,” you moaned. “Don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, darling,” he groaned into your ear.

He soon fell into a rhythm, wet, slapping noises filling the room as he thrusted into you with force. You could feel the fat tip of his cock nudging against your cervix over and over, and it was a new feeling you couldn’t get enough of.

Soon, Chuuya had thrown your legs over his shoulders to force himself into you even deeper, insistent on filling you up as much as he could. Your knees were flush against your shoulders as he fucked into you, and sparks of pleasure rippled all the way to your fingers and toes with every single thrust. Every single guttural sound imaginable mixed with cries of his name tumbled from your lips as your senses were completely overloaded with Chuuya and Chuuya only.

The muscles in your hips screamed in pain as he pressed you into the mattress even further, but you barely even noticed. Your hands were currently tangled in his thick, red hair, unconsciously yanking as he abused your poor cunt. You could feel a mixture of his precum and your slick dripping out of you steadily, forming a pool on the sheets and amplifying the dirty sounds of sex that you were sure could be heard through the walls at this point.

“You’re being so fucking good for me, baby,” Chuuya said, voice low and gravelly. “Can’t believe I get to be your first time.”

“Yes, yes,” you whined. “Harder, need- need more.”

Chuuya laughed at that. “So greedy for a little virgin.”

Though he teased, he fulfilled your request, driving impossibly harder into you, shaking the bedframe so hard it banged against the wall. This brand new feeling of being completely full and stuffed was addicting and you couldn’t get enough.

You tensed your walls around Chuuya’s cock as you threw your head back with a moan, and he grunted at the sudden tightness.

“So fucking tight and wet, so perfect for me, ‘m not sure how much longer I can last, princess. Wanna come inside you and fill you up.”

The dirty talk and pet names were getting to you in ways you never knew they could, making your head spin and turning you on impossibly more.

While he continued to fuck into you with force, Chuuya lowered his head to bring his mouth to your breast. His tongue started near your collarbone and wandered down, biting and sucking at the meat of your breast, before arriving at your hard nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, and you gasped as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive area. This was completely new to you too, as he had given you hickies on your chest in the past but had never taken it fully in his mouth before. He seemed to be well-versed in the practice though, somehow knowing exactly how to flick his tongue and graze his teeth over your nipple, and you yelped and squirmed underneath him. One hand still had a firm grip on Chuuya’s hair while the other had grabbed a fistful of the sheets and squeezed it tight.

While your mind reeled at the feeling of his mouth on your breast and the way he fucked you good, you didn’t notice him reach his hand down to begin massaging your swollen clit, his fingers rubbing the neglected area with expertise. This added stimulation was completely overwhelming you and your senses, and you could only whine and moan, repeating fuck! and yes, yes, yes over and over. He had to use his other hand to hold your hip down with an iron grip as you couldn’t keep from trying to grind down on his fingers, chasing the feeling.

Your overstimulated body could only handle so much, and soon you felt electrified as an orgasm rose and sent shockwaves through your body. You couldn’t contain yourself and screamed at how good it felt, chanting Chuuya’s name like a spell.

Chuuya was close behind you, driving into you even faster than before as he chased his own high as you laid there like a ragdoll. You were too tired to do much else but plenty happy to be his fuck toy for now. Not long after his thrusts ended abruptly as he forced himself into your pussy as deep as possible, spilling all his cum inside you.

He stayed inside you even after he came, pressing kisses to your jaw and throat. The both of you were completely winded, chests heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You breathed in the oddly attractive scent of Chuuya’s sweaty skin and sighed.

“Did I make you feel good, pretty girl? Was that a good first time?” Chuuya asked, voice still deep and hoarse.

You nodded quickly. “Yes, yes, Chuuya, so fucking good.”

“Good,” he said, smirking.

He then fell onto the bed next to you but kept his gaze on you, hazy eyes watching at the small smile that had spread across your face as your breathing began to slow and your eyes fluttered shut. The mix of sex and the alcohol still in your system was trying to pull you under, and it was winning.

“We ca- can’t tell-“

“I know, I know, we can’t tell them. Don’t worry about that now.”

Chuuya wasn’t stupid, he knew this would only add to the guilt that stormed inside of you from lying to your best friend and his sibling, but he didn’t want to think about it yet. He didn’t want to pop the blissful bubble that surrounded the two of you in that moment. And after that night, he knew things would only get harder – he wasn’t ever going to give you up now. He leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead as you drifted off to sleep.

“You’re all mine,” he whispered into the dark.

tag list: @shibusawa-breeder @hnnnnnnnmscorner @mrsdostoevsky @sips-tea-cutely @beandaifuku-mochi @xxsigmakinniexx @obitohno @masuchu @allisonlol @honeydazai

[chuuyaswifeandhoe]

You shouldn't trust your shadow

Pairing: Chuuya x femreader

Warnings: angst, swearing, mention of death

Not proof read

Third part of the series: I Not today; II If only

“NO!!!”

“Yes”. 

Both voices spoke at the same time. You sighed but didn't say anything else, waiting for Mori to decide what was going to happen next. Chuuya on the other hand was fuming. He didn't want to have a conjoined mission with you. No, actually scratch that, he didn't want to have you here, in this room, in this life. Well, you certainly did not expect him to be excited about the change of events, but your plan was working. Mori putting you two together was just the cherry on top and made you almost happy. Obviously, you weren't going to disobey an order from your direct boss. 

You came home from the mission two days ago, had two days off and you were called in an urgent meeting. Opening the door of Mori's office your eyes met the back of your ex-lover. For a few seconds, a wave of emotions hit you, questioning if it was a good idea to be there, eyes widening. But you put your icy mask back on “You called, Boss?”. 

Chuuya was annoyed at the fact that Mori wanted him to be paired with a new recruit. It didn't matter how good she was and what an outstanding evolution this girl had. He couldn't find any information about you, it was like you vanished, so his mind was worrying just about this problem. Dazai only knew that you visited the apartment you both lived in at every six-month mark of the break up then disappeared without a trace. But he didn't expect to hear your voice here. No, it couldn't be, it was just a coincidence, it was just a similar one. His heart clenched in his chest and suddenly it was hard to breathe. He slowly glanced over his shoulder to see the person who spoke, praying all existing Gods that his mind played a trick on him and just mistook your voice. And then he saw you. For the first time in a long time, he saw his beloved and his heart shattered all over again like the day he had to break up with you. Big blue eyes scanned over your features, taking in the scars over your legs, the deathly stare you were carrying, the emotionless voice. Even though he was sure Y/N was in front of him, it was like he did not recognize you. Where was the light in your eyes, your kind smile, and just that warmth you had in yourself? 

“Shadow, you'll be paired with executive Nakahara for the following missions. Do you have any complaints?’’

‘’ No, boss.’’ your voice was empty, with no emotions, no cracking, you almost surprised yourself.

‘’Wait a minute boss, this…’’ It was the first time the executive’s voice cracked and he lost his composure. He did not want to do this. Have a mission with you? No, this must be a nightmare, you couldn’t be in the mafia, your place was not there!

‘’Yes, Chuuya-kun? Do you have any concerns?’’

‘’You said she was a new joiner boss, I don’t want to babysit during the missions. I don’t think she’s trained enough to have missions with me or any other executive for that matter.’’

‘’Oh, is that so? I must admit, she is indeed a new joiner compared to any other assets of the mafia, but you have near you one of our finest assassins Chuuya-kun’’.

You saw how his eyes widened in shock, a smile almost appearing on your lips. You hoped it hurt him to his core. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

‘’Chuuya-kun, I see that you still have some doubts about it. Why don’t you see how the next mission goes, then, if you are not satisfied with Shadow’s abilities, I’ll not pressure you two to work together.’’

Chuuya groaned in exasperation but then just accepted his fate. There was no point in arguing with Mori and maybe making the situation even worse than it already is.

‘‘Fine, Boss.’’

‘’You’ll receive the file for your next mission later this day. Don’t disappoint me’’.

You just bowed your head and turned on your heels, getting out of the office. You heard Chuuya’s steps right behind you, but you were set on getting away from him as soon as possible. He followed you for a while, not wanting to approach you so close to Mori’s office, so when he pulled you back by the left shoulder, your reflexes kicked in and your right hand reached for the dagger you were keeping inside your coat and put it next to his throat, now fully facing him. His eyes were big, he did not expect such a reaction, for sure.

‘’WHAT THE HELL Y/N!!?’’

You squinted your eyes at him and pushed the blade into his skin.

‘’My name is Shadow and you’ll address me as such. Y/N is dead.’’  You saw his expression change from angry to surprised, then sorrowful. He was conflicted, you could see the hurt in his eyes, how the joy of finding you was transforming into regret, in sadness. Ah, you had him exactly where you wanted. But it was not enough. You would destroy him the way he did to you. Break every fiber of his being, until life is no longer an option. 

‘’ I’m sorry…’’ These were the only words that left his lips. His voice cracked like he wanted to tell you so many things but he couldn’t. You just looked at him with a blank expression, making him so desperate for answers. He breath deeply and continued ‘’Why… why the mafia?’’

‘’An eye for an eye, a broken soul to break another. Your actions have consequences Nakahara-san. That’s why.’’ you kept your voice cold, trying so hard to mask the anger and the way you just wanted to scream at him for what he did. For how he humiliated you, how he broke you.

‘’I’m sorry, I was a fool. That’s not what I wanted, I just wanted you to move on. I did not know if I would come alive from that mission and you being associated with me would’ve just made you a target.’’ The only thing you were hearing were cheap excuses.

‘’Next time you try to touch me without my consent Nakahara-san, the dagger will not stop just to bruise your neck, understood?’’ You slowly retracted your arm and placed the dagger back in his spot. You did not have anything else to tell him. You already made a choice and his apologies will not change your mind. ‘’We’re colleagues from now on, I’ll do my part of the job, you do yours, executive Nakahara. Don’t get in my business and I’ll not get into yours. And don’t get in my way, I have no mercy towards anyone for that matter. I'm not and will not be in the light anymore. I chose for myself to step in the dark, to understand your motives, but the only thing I got is that you were a coward. People are not born with the fear of the dark but they learn to fear it. Don't trust the night, don't trust the dark, and mostly, you shouldn’t trust your shadow Nakahara-san’’

‘’So you expect me to just get used to this? To you being one of the most skilled assassins? And how the hell did that even happen? You are not able to kill!’’ Chuuya’s voice was getting louder, he wanted answers. No, he wanted redemption for both him and you. You were not a cold killer in his eyes. You were his ray of sunshine, everyone's ray of sunshine. You had bo place roaming in the shadows. He wanted to delete your smug smirk when you were saying your new name. You did not belong in the dark, lurking in the shadows of evil.

‘’ Everyone can kill with the right motivation, Chu.’’ You saw his expression change again at the use of his old nickname. But being in the same phrase as the word kill made his stomach revolve. ‘’ I expect you not to trust me or my words and I expect you to act professional. Whatever assumption you have about me is based on an old version of myself who was killed one year and a half ago in our apartment.‘’

‘’Y/N you can’t be serious. I can’t, this is madness. You’re not… you were not capable of murder. You were supposed to stay away from this blood-coded life’’ He was in denial and he was bargaining for his sanity.  ‘’You should be happy and involved in whatever activity but not in the Mafia.’’

You stayed silent for some seconds. Then, before turning around and walking away from him you left him one last message.

‘’You should learn to fear your Shadow, Nakahara-san’’

Chuuya remained petrified on the spot. How could all this happen? He pondered your last words and it only made it worse. Your message was loud and clear, going on repeat in his head, like the last thought before an imminent death: ‘’You should learn to fear me’’. 

[samutoru]

my upcoming works !

a/n : all of these fics are ones that i'm currently working on! i'll try to get them done asap since i've been SLACKING on releasing content KJDNSA (some of these are for dazai and aku's love diary entries!)

pairings : character x fem!reader

genres : mainly fluff and angst

but i love you, so - osamu dazai (love diaries entry) < WORKING >

in which, you sacrifice your life to protect dazai's. you two had crushes on eachother but never told eachother yet. now that your on the brink of death, dazai tell you that he loves you and that he doesn't know what to do without you

valentine - osamu dazai (love diaries entry)

he's been hinting that he's been liking you for quite some time already, but you were too oblivious to see it. he leaves snacks and desserts on your desk as well as picked flowers from outside. he has had enough that you didn't take the hint yet and asks you to be his valentine

promise - osamu dazai (love diaries entry)

when oda died, dazai asked oda what he should do, oda told dazai to protect his only biological daughter who's only 1 year younger than him and to become a good man if he does. eventually, dazai falls in love with you but he leaves your life and you eventually run back into him again and he falls in love with you all over again

falling behind — dazai, akutagawa, atsushi, sigma, chuuya, kunikida

they don't know or understand the concept of love. he doesn't necessarily know what it means to love someone as he's never really received love, but when you meet him everything changes. you change the way he views the concept of love, how to love, how to show love, and you also give him a reason to live.

fireworks — ryuunosuke akutagawa (love diaries entries)

akutagawa barely tell you how much he loves you, he does so by bringing you gifts and food after work and reassures you with his words, but he decides to do so differently! he invites you to celebrate the new year with the pm and as soon as the fireworks go off, he looks at you and tells you that he loves you :-)

work crush — ryuunosuke akutagawa / osamu dazai (love diaries entries)

After you had joined the ada/pm, you caught dazai's/akutagawa's eye. once he realized his feelings for you he thought it was "love at first sight," he would occasionally bother you and smother you with love (which you think is normal because he does that to atsushi), he catches you working over time and asks to walk you home (then he confesses to you)

something stupid — osamu dazai ( love diaries entry )

you and dazai have had a rough beginning, you two were faling a relationship because you two wanted to prank the others and made a rule where you arent allowed to fall in love with eachother but yet he falls in love with you. you two were cuddling in bed, he slips in an "i love you"

falling behind — ryuunosuke akutagawa ( love diaries entry)

akutagawa doesn't know or understand the concept of love. he doesn't necessarily know what it means to love someone as he's never really received love, but when you meet him everything changes. you change the way he views the concept of love, how to love, how to show love, and you also give him a reason to live.

[chuuyanakaharalegalwife]

Washed Up (Chuuya x Reader)

Just look at him! So cute, I just wanna love him up!! 

Anygays Nice to meet y’all I’m Mars. I really hope you liked this and I am open to requests because I want to start posting on here. 

We basically wash his hair and pamper him because he’s best boy and he freaking deserves it! I love this short king so much, all the kisses to him. P.s we have the same height.

Bye now - Mars ♡

Chuuya stares at your naked body with a flushed face, honestly when did he get so lucky. All the words you were saying lost to his ears until you snapped your fingers a couple of times.

“Where did you go?” You tease and offers him your hand, “Come on get out your clothes and in here” smiling sweetly at him.

You and Chuuya have been dating for almost a year now and it has been one hell of a ride. He was such an amazing lover, always so kind and caring and you felt the need to overcompensate to pay him back. He spent too much money on you. At this point you were convinced he just had a shopping addiction and was using you as an excuse.

You sat down in the bathtub, smiling as you remembered how he teased you for choosing the last pink bath bomb earlier.

Chuuya strips eagerly and steps into the bathtub and sits down between your legs, resting his back against your chest and allowing his head to fall onto your shoulders.

“Chuu-“

“Just let me stay like this for 5 seconds darling” he whispered and when your eyes fell upon his face, he had his eyes closed and a slight smile on his face.

The urge to kiss him was too strong to resist so that’s what you did, you kissed him on the tip of his nose. The action seemed to take Chuuya by surprise as his eyes shot open and stared at you.

“Giving into an impulsive thought, you didn’t even look that cute” You defended yourself and he laughed and sat up. “Oh please you know you love me”

“I will think about that and get back to you within 3 to 5 business days” You teased and wet his hair, applying some shampoo to your hands and rubbing them together, “Tell me if I’m being too rough” Applies the shampoo to his wet hair and massages his scalp gently.

He lets out a soft sigh and lowers himself again onto your chest, the back of his head smashing against your breast. “feels nice” he comments shutting his eyes and resting his hands on your legs.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now or else I’ll pull your hair”

“Don’t mind, like that” He smiled with his eyes stilled close basking in his little moment of victory.

You rolled your eyes even though he can’t see, “I can’t stand you”

“I’ll make you levitate then” he cuts back clearly liking this back to back banter the two of you are sharing right now.

“I’ll rub shampoo in your eyes” You whip, clearly enjoying this more than you’d like to admit. “Does it feel alright?” Still massaging his scalp, you gently stroke your fingers through his hair.

“Doin’ fine love”

Rinsing out the shampoo and adding conditioner to his hair you continue massaging it in. The silence in the room being comfortable and relaxing. If it wasn’t for his hands gently stroking your thighs you would have assumed he fell asleep.

“Like doing this for you” you comment as you wash out the conditioner, “want to pamper you a lot you work so hard” at this point you’re whispering. For why? You don’t know, your walls aren’t thin because surely one of your neighbors would have filed a noise complaint already with the way Chuuya have you some days or rather… some nights.

Chuuya only hums, clearly relaxed and enjoying this, you lean down and kisses his forehead, “when I adopt my pup I’m not spoiling you like this anymore” you can’t help but want to rile him up. His reactions are always so cute. You and Chuuya talked about getting a puppy together. You both thought it would be a good idea to have a little fluff ball running around the apartment.

“You’d neglect me over a dog? And here I thought you loved me” he says dramatically placing his palm over his chest.

“I do love you but I just know I’ll love my baby more” you giggle when he opens his eyes and looks up at you with a scowl on his face. “I’ll go down to the pet shop and tell them we’ve changed our minds.”

You stare at him with wide eyes, “You wouldn’t dare” Logically you know he wouldn’t. That man was smitten for you, he would never do something like that when he knows how happy it’ll make you.

“Promise to never ever ever stop pampering me?” he smiles sweetly like he wasn’t threatening to take away your, yet to be adopted, child.

“Now you’re just exploiting me” you turn your face away and whisper a small ‘fine’.

“Didn’t quite hear that, some water must have gotten into my ears” he chuckles, “I said fine you bastard” you bend down and kiss his lips feeling him smile against you before kissing you back, “Fine I will continue to spoil you rotten you big softie”

“I will drown you in this tub” Chuuya threatens.

“Love you too sweet cheeks” you bite his right cheek playfully.

[diagonal-queen]

HI HIIII

just poppin in with a little request?

Could i please request chuuya with a reader who’s in the ada?

Like maybe they were in the mafia with chuuya(having been there abt as long as dazai) and then they get closer to him than dazai? But they also leave the pm when dazai does (for the same reasom dazai does?)

Maybe they try to keep contact with him after they leave? And they finallY meet again after a while?

And maybe reader has the same personality as the reader from your first kiss fic?

Idk if this is too specific but please ignore any of my details and write what feels right to you if you accept this request?

I hope this isnt too much to ask? And thank youuuuu

(Also sorry I fell asleep{exams hv me ass beatt} loved your analyses on dm!)

-jaya

jayaaaaaaaa this is a great req! i've already sort of come up with such a scenario in my head i just haven't had a reason to write it UNTIL NOWWWWWWWWWW also my gosh, i can imagine how tired you are. make sure to get plenty of rest and take care of yourself hon! 🌺 (i appreciate you sending karl to gimmie some toilet papers (all raccoons are karl now))

Calmer Waters

♡ pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: You secretly meet up with your ex-colleague Chuuya after a long period of not having seen him after leaving the Port Mafia. You two have a lot (of feelings) to talk about!

♡ wc: 2.3k

♡ cw: Swearing, mentions of death and spooooky mafia stuff, for this fic we're assuming that reader was also kinda friends with Odasaku, mentions of Mori Ougai, lmk if I missed anything

note: Don't worry about being too specific, I actually prefer when reqs are more specific so I have an easier time catering to the reader's preferences and writing a better piece lol 💓 Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy!

Standing still was pure torture. You had to release your nerves somehow, but you didn't want to appear weak by twiddling your thumbs, or tapping your feet on the wooden planks of the pier. You were frightened, ashamedly so, but still very much frightened.

You couldn't imagine how he must truly feel about you now. You couldn't blame him at all- if he'd disappeared just as suddenly as you and Dazai had all those years ago, you'd be pretty pissed. You and him had been in very unstable contact for the past four years, but you didn't think you could trust that as an actual indicator of his feelings towards you. Such was the reason you had invited him to the place you both used to frequent together.

Chuuya was once your best friend. At the time you'd had good faith that even though you were leaving him, he wasn't really alone. There were others who cared for him there. You didn't have a choice but to leave. Whenever you felt otherwise, you remembered the look in Dazai's eyes when he told you that it was time to go. Unlike any other.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't notice him approaching.

"Hey," he said from behind you, and you jumped.

"Oh, my god." You breathed, your hand racing to your chest as you turned. It was unmistakably him- the fiery hair, old fedora, black coat draped over his shoulders making him appear fierce and grandiose. Chuuya Nakahara. "You scared me."

"I'm not that frightening," Chuuya gave you an ironic smile. You missed that face of his. That comforting aura. "At least, I didn't think I was to you."

"No- it's..." you suddenly felt like you might cry. You hadn't actually seen Chuuya in person for four long years, only scarcely communicating with him through far too complicated means, ranging from anonymous phone calls to actual paper letters. It was too difficult to directly talk to him when not only were you now in a company that directly opposed his organisation, but you were also almost always by Dazai's side.

You both stood under the moonlight, Chuuya several metres back on the pier and enveloped in shadows. The only sound was the ocean, and even that felt more muted than normal. You huffed, before racing towards him and throwing yourself into his arms.

"I missed you," you said to him, squeezing him as hard as you could. "I missed you, Chuuya."

You hadn't been expecting him to squeeze you back with such firmness that he almost lifted you off the ground.

"Damnit, Y/N. I missed you, too."

You two didn't let go of each other, allowing your fingernails to sink into one another's backs and bury your faces in each other's necks. Chuuya's aroma, musk and cologne and smoke, acted as respite from the salty scent of the sea.

"I don't..." you began, in a whisper. "Don't wanna let go."

"I know, but..." he answered just as softly, before slowly pulling from the embrace. He still kept your hands in his though, clearly feeling the same way you did. You were worried that he'd vanish if you were to let go of him again. "There we are."

"You look great, Chuuya," you told him, giving him a once over. "Still got that hat, I see."

"You don't look too similar at all, yourself. But...you feel the same."

"Does that balance it out?" You grinned, and he nodded. "Good...yeah. I'm glad to see you."

"Yeah, me too." Chuuya told you. "I was pretty fuckin' surprised when I saw your offer, y'know. I wondered why whatever you wanted to say was important enough to warrant an in-person meeting."

"I was equally as surprised just now when you showed up!" You replied, leading him to the edge of the pier and taking a seat, allowing your legs to dangle over the almost-statuesque ocean. "I thought that you either wouldn't come or you'd send someone else in your place. Y'know, to kill me, or something."

"...yeah." Chuuya paused for a minute, almost surprised by such a statement. You glanced at him, concerned, but quickly resumed your conversation.

"I know...there's things you wanna ask me that I wasn't able to tell you sooner. And I made sure Dazai doesn't know I'm here, either. So I'm all yours to talk to, so long as you keep it between us, and-"

"Why did you two go?" He asked, for what must have been the hundredth time. Though, it sounded rather different now that it was coming directly from his lips. "That's all I've been wanting to know. Why did you leave? ...I won't tell anyone else." You were fully prepared to answer, but now that the time had come, finding the words was much harder.

"...I knew you'd ask this," you chuckled, averting his gaze. "Ah, okay. So, do you know Oda Sakunosuke? Or...did you know him?"

"Heard about him from Dazai. Why?"

"When he died...his last wish was for us to...uh, help people..." you explained, a little nervously. "Save some orphans, he said. According to Dazai, anyway. That's how we got A- the weretiger."

Chuuya said nothing for a minute. You swallowed nervously, your mouth feeling dry.

"I thought at the time that there wasn't much worse than disrespecting the last wish of your friend who died. I knew how much he meant to Dazai especially-" you cut yourself off with a solemn sigh. "I thought if Dazai was going I didn't have a choice but to go with him. When I joined the Port Mafia, he was the only person my age, or...who was really willing to take me under their wing. Besides Mori, obviously, but I don't have Dazai's intellect, or...great personality."

To your fortune, you managed to make Chuuya smile with the sarcastic comment. You felt a little better knowing that he hadn't changed that much.

"I'm glad it's not because you really just hated me," he said, his voice softer. You faced him with a confused frown.

"What? No! I've never hated you. Do you hate me?"

"I hate Dazai, not you."

"So some things don't change..." you murmured, jokingly. "If you were curious, he also still hates you."

"Boohoo," he rolled his eyes. "...but that's what I was really worried about. I thought you left because of me. I thought that bastard must've told you some twisted things about me and convinced you to leave."

"Nah, nothing like that," you waved a dismissive hand. "If that were the case I wouldn't have wanted to see you, would I?"

Chuuya pursed his lips. "Fair point. Speaking of, though...why did you call me here? I mean, I know you wanted to tell me why you left, but that can't have been it. I can tell."

How annoying it was of Chuuya to have been so attentive towards you back then- he maybe knew you better than you knew yourself. Maybe if you'd kept your distance from him, leaving the Port Mafia would have been easier.

"...this is gonna sound stupid to you," you began, cautiously, "but I really wanted to see you. That's all."

"Is that right?" replied the redhead. "Why'd you wait so long, then?"

"Lots of reasons, actually. First, I just assumed that you absolutely wouldn't wanna see me. I mean, I did sorta just...disappear without a word. I felt terrible about it and I knew it would have upset you."

"It did," he affirmed, quietly. You felt a pang of familiar guilt. Chuuya was, to you, a kind man, but he was also honest. You really did appreciate that trait, but it had its cons, too.

"...second of all, I didn't wanna put the two of us in danger, y'know? We both know how formidable the Port Mafia is. There's only two ways of knowing, and that's either to be a member or to be an enemy. And I've been both."

"You know, though, that I'd have been able to keep you safe, right?" He asked. "That moron Dazai would have been willing to keep you safe too, I reckon. I know that he also cares about you."

"I guess, but I was just scared. It was hard, back then. I was confused about everything. I had to sort through my feelings, and I knew that I couldn't do it if I saw you."

"If you felt that bad, you shouldn't have left. I get that Dazai wanted you to, and your dead friend wanted it too, but it's not up to them what you do, Y/N," he said. You almost flinched, but resisted the urge.

"...I know, yeah. At the time it felt like the right thing to do. But those aren't the feelings I was referring to. That's an entire other can of worms I don't feel like opening again right now." You rubbed your face, already rather emotionally exhausted. That being said, this exchange had gone much better than you'd anticipated.

"What feelings, then? Grief, or somethin'?"

"No- well, yeah, but not necessarily. I was just really sad because I liked you a lot, and I was hesitant about leaving 'cause I wanted to stay with you." You thought you'd be nervous telling him that, but it was really a relief to get such a heavy weight off your shoulders. You glanced at him, but his expression hadn't really changed.

"You didn't want to leave...because you liked me?"

"I've always liked you, dumbass. Like, pretty soon after we met. You and Dazai were too busy fucking with each other for you to notice, though," you chuckled. "Once I knew I was leaving I figured that telling you wouldn't do any good."

"No, I knew. I was mostly just pissed because you vanished before I could tell you that I wanted to date you," he told you, casually. Your eyes widened. "Plus, I kinda just thought that you liked Dazai if the two of you disappeared together."

"You're kidding me," you looked at him, dumbstruck. Chuuya shrugged with a despondent smile.

"I wish," he scoffed. "I was pissed. Thought it wasn't fair of him to basically take you away like that, because I knew he knew I liked you. Like I said, I thought he lied about me."

"He did say to avoid you where I could, but I think that was just because you're a mafioso. And a pretty strong one, at that," you noted, matter-of-factly. "And I don't have a strong ability like yours or his. So I got that, obviously. But other than that...nothing, really."

"Huh. That's...pleasantly surprising," he nodded slowly, in acknowledgement of this revelation. "So your leaving had...nothing to do with me at all?"

"Nope."

"...huh," he said again, this time with a smile. "...that's really..."

"I'm sorry for making you think that for so long," you apologised, clasping your hands together in your lap. "I didn't want to hurt you. I would...I would cry right now, but I can't cry anymore about this, I don't think."

"...I understand." Chuuya shifted closer to you, taking one of your hands. "And I forgive you. You forgive me?"

"Forgive you for what?"

"For not..." Chuuya stopped, then turned towards the moonlit sea. "...not trusting you."

You could practically sense Chuuya's slight slouch next to you. It felt so strange. He used to slouch a lot of the time when you two were kids, so much so that it barely even felt like he was sitting. You hadn't really noticed how much better his posture had gotten until that moment. Feeling a little awkward for noticing such a trivial detail, you sadly brushed off the thought.

"...Chuuya," you muttered, reaching over and tucking some of his red hair behind his ear. Such a gesture provoked a lot of nostalgia right then, momentarily surprising you. His hair was still so soft. You took a shaky breath. "That wasn't wrong of you to do. I wouldn't have trusted me either, even if I did like me. I'd have hated me, honestly."

Chuuya faced you with a firm expression. "I wouldn't hate you, ever. I like you, remember? Actually, forget that crap. I love you, stupid. If I didn't, then I wouldn't have come here and talked to you. Y'know, for a former mafia member, you're so dense."

"You're the dense one for thinking that I'd actually leave the mafia because of you," you retorted, though your heart was beating a mile a minute. Though you and Chuuya had a well-established close bond back then, he had never outright told you that he loved you. You sighed. "...I love you too, you idiot."

Chuuya didn't reply to that immediately, he just beamed at you. Looking at him in that moment felt like a reset in your brain- as well as your confession moments prior. You'd tried so hard to forget about him for four years, you really had. But Chuuya Nakahara was beyond compare, and even though all of that effort had been for naught you couldn't care less.

He leaned over and planted a kiss on your cheek; chaste and shy, unlike himself. You turned to him, feeling your face heating up. He stared at you in anticipation, before faltering under your astonished eyes.

"Sorry, it-...it just felt like the right time. To do that, I mean," he explained in a crestfallen mumble, averting his gaze.

"Well, I mean, if it's the right time.." you began, piquing his interest again. "...we should do it properly." After hearing that invitation, Chuuya wasted no time cupping your cheek in his hand and finally pressing his lips to yours.

i gotta love how chuuya is certainly the most requested character i write about lol but i get it- he really is just...the man ever. and he's actually really easy to write tbh because all i need to do is make him The Best™ and i'm set. thank you @gettinshiggywithit for this request- i enjoyed writing it alot!!

[misslaevna]

hey!! if it's not too much, do you think you could write chuuya x reader who's struggling with a bad home life? I've had a rough couple weeks with arguments from my mom and it would cheer me up a little, no pressure !! thank you :)

𝓐 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾

I hope your situation with your mom gets better soon, stay strong!

paring: Chuuya x reader genre: fluff cw: mentions of abuse summary: Your special night with Chuuya gets interrupted - however, it ends so much better than you expected. requesting and masterlist

‘God damn it.’ you sighed when you heard your phone ringing for the 5th time in a row already. 

‘Just answer it’, shrugged Chuuya, ‘it’s alright.’ 

You slightly shook your head, ‘No way. I know exactly who’s calling and I wanna ignore it as long as I can.’ you muttered while you once again pressed ‘decline’, without even taking a look at your phone’s screen. ‘So, where were we?’

Chuuya smirked, pulling you closer by your waist while you snuggled closer to him in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

‘Mhm, somewhere here seems just right.’ he murmured as both of you closed your eyes, leaving reality outside and focusing only on one another.

Chuuya’s soft lips finally met with yours, he was gently, yet firmly taking the lead, letting you completely melt in his arms. Your fingers caressed his neck; you knew how much he loves when you do anything to his - very sensitive - neck. 

The small shiver that you sent down on Chuuya’s spine resulted in him gently biting your bottom lip, encouraging you to open your mouth a little more. Chuuya deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth, deepening the already passionate makeout session you two had going on. 

Meanwhile his tongue was busy exploring every inch of your mouth, Chuuya’s hand was slowly but steadily sliding slightly down from your waist, ready to pull you even closer on him…

… and just like that, your phone started ringing again.

You angrily growled, breaking the kiss and suddenly getting up from Chuuya’s lap to get your phone and put an end to this. 

Instead of answering, you once again declined, but you didn’t leave it at that: your fingers hastily jumped on the screen as you typed away all your pent up frustration.

Chuuya was examining you in perplexity: the man was sure that something was up, what he wasn’t sure about if he should ask - and how he should ask. He was surprised (and more than a little disappointed that your makeout session got interrupted) to see you so infuriated, especially over phone calls that you didn’t even answer. He didn’t want to see you upset at all, he wanted to see your eyes sparkle and your beautiful smile on your face, but instead now you were angrily sitting beside him, hunching over your phone and wrinkling your forehead over your phone screen.

When you finally stopped typing and threw the phone on the pillow next to you, only then Chuuya dared to ask what’s happened.

‘Care to tell me who you probably sent the angriest text on Earth ever?’ 

You sighed; a slight lump formed in your throat, as it always does when you venture into uncomfortable, yet unavoidable topics.

‘My mother.’ you shrugged.  ‘There’s a reason why I don’t talk much about her.’

‘I figured.’ said Chuuya, sliding closer to you and putting his arm around you. You leaned onto his shoulder, making yourself comfortable. ‘She that bad?’

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a second - letting an alien feeling soak you in. For some reason, you expected yourself to be at a loss for words, that the lump in your throat will eventually prevent you from talking; but in that moment, your head on Chuuya’s shoulder, his hand supportively caressing your back and his soothing scent in your nose made the words flow so much easier.

‘She’s abusive.’ - that’s all you planned to say. That she’s a monster and makes your life miserable, and that’s it. You weren’t planning on saying a lot, or to even talk about her in general today - but life clearly had other plans. 

‘She’s a mother that no daughter deserves.’ you started in a melancholic tone. ‘The damage she inflicted upon me can never be fully repaired and to this day I can feel the aftermath of her destruction within my soul. I feel her creeping up on me sometimes when I look in the mirror, sometimes when a certain scent hits me on the street, at times when I try to…’ you sighed, ‘to open up about stuff. She poisoned me.’

Chuuya’s heart sank listening to you talk about the relationship you had with your mother. He pressed a kiss on your forehead, caressing your cheek.

‘... and the reason you so eagerly joined the Mafia.’ 

You softly nodded. ‘You catch on fast. I need the money to get away from her and cut all ties as soon as possible.’ 

Chuuya softly chuckled, pressing another kiss on your head. 

‘What?’, you asked, raising your head to look into his ocean blue eyes. 

��Nothing. You wanting to get away from her just makes tonight even more perfect.’

You raised your eyebrows, ‘Is that so?’

You knew you were already in for a surprise when you came over in the first place: after all, it was the anniversary of your first date. Earlier that morning, Chuuya already texted you that he has something planned and if you can come over to his place - you were expecting a little, cozy date night, wine, flowers, atmospheric music, maybe dinner you two cook together, but you were starting to suspect that there might be something else. You have received many gifts from Chuuya before, but you know that he knows very well your love language is time spent together - did he decide to buy something for you again?

‘Well,’he said, hesitating. ‘Ah, screw it. Okay, gimme a sec’, he said before he hastily got up from the couch and hurried into the bedroom, leaving you alone wondering what he could possibly be up for?

When Chuuya disappeared to the bedroom, you heard a drawer open and he rummaging through it - what could he be looking for? 

Not like you had a lot of time to wonder, though - after 30 seconds or so, he was once again back in the living room, holding a little gift box in his hand. He sat back next to you, taking your hand into his free one. 

For a second, he fixated his eyes on the small box, then he looked into your eyes. ‘Baby, on this day a year ago, you made me feel like the luckiest man in the whole world when you gave me the chance to take you out. With my whole heart, y/n, I love you and I will always love you until the end. You’re so fucking special to me I can’t even begin to describe it, but one thing I know for sure - I want you in my life, and I want you here. Constantly.’ 

Tears started to fill your eyes when Chuuya handed you the little box. ‘Open it.’

You carefully took off the silky ribbon and lifted the top up, and when you saw the key inside, your eyes widened.

‘Will you move in with me here baby?’ Chuuya asked nervously. 

A huge smile appeared on your face as you wiped a tear away from your eye. You carefully placed the key beside you before you jumped Chuuya, who, from the impact, was now laying on his back instead of sitting - with you on top of him.

‘Yes.’, you said, pressing a kiss onto his lips. ‘Yes. A hundred times yes.’ you muttered each word in between a kiss that you pressed either on his lips or on his cheek - wherever you could, you kissed Chuuya, who wrapped his hands around your back and pulled you into a warm, tight hug.

‘I’m happy to hear. This house is only a home with you in it.’ He whispered, snuggling into your shoulder. 

‘You are my home, y/n.’ he whispered. 

‘And you are mine, Chuuya. I love you so much.’ you whispered back, laying your head onto his chest. 

You both let a certain comfortable silence fall between you two, only focusing on each other’s calming presence - Chuuya’s steady heartbeat and calm breathing, his hands softly caressing you.

That night, your phone wasn’t ringing anymore. You were finally home - and you felt more home than ever.

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

And that's it, hope you all enjoyed it! ♡

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[glitch-karma]

Chuuya Birthday Oneshot

Happy (Late..) birthday to the best boy, and my highest kin &lt;333

The day was cold and rainy in Yokohama as you sat there in your small shared apartment. Your boyfriend, Chuuya Nakahara, Executive of the Port Mafia, had been gone for weeks on some mission. Today was his birthday. And it was the first that you two weren't together for.

You sighed as you set the wrapped presents you had for him on your table, along with a handwritten poem that you'd made for him. Birthdays were always hard for Chuuya. He'd always put up a big fuss every time you talked about it. You had a nagging feeling it was because of the incident with Paul Verlaine a few years back. Chuuya was never quite the same since then.

You wanted to be with him so bad. Just to feel his soft lips pamper your face with kisses as you run your hand through his messy orange hair. The feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, as if he never wants to let go. The way he'd whisper in your ear that you two would stay home instead of going out to celebrate. You craved his touch.

You stood up sadly, making your way to your room to grab your phone. You and Chuuya were originally off today, but since he wasn't here you figured you may as well stop by Mori's office to see if there was any work to be done.

As you walk back into the kitchen you sense something, or rather someone, was watching you. You stop walking for the door for a second. Looking at your surroundings. You very slowly reach for your back pocket, pulling out a small semiautomatic hand gun and pointing to the celling above you.

"Jesus Doll!!"

You immediately recognized the voice as you stared up at the celling. The man you missed the most.. And you were pointing a gun at him.

"Oh my god Chuuya!" You yell, dropping the gun as he deactivated his ability, getting down on the floor. You immediately jumped into his arms as he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in tight. "that's not the reaction I was expecting from that, but it sure was a good one," Chuuya joked as he kissed your forehead lightly. "I missed the hell out of you, y'know?"

His grip on you was just as expected, like he wanted to hold you and keep you safe in his arms forever. You two stood there in silence for a few moments before you lightly pulled back, taking his hat off of his head and tossing it on the table beside you.

"Happy birthday. I'm so glad your home for it." You said, placing a hand on his cheek, observing all his facial features. His beautiful blue eyes, his almost feminine eyelashes, the small amounts of freckles that dusted his face, and of course his smile that never left his mouth.

He chuckled, kissing you again. "I couldn't stand being away from you today. All the men on the mission kept singing happy birthday and doing all this extra shit"

You laughed as you imagined how annoyed Chuuya must've been. He's never been one for big parties. He's not really one for any big celebration unless there's wine involved. Speaking of wine.

As Chuuya pulled you back into his grip, he noticed a pretty bottle of wine with a red ribbon wrapped around it sitting on the counter. His eyes lit up as he grabbed it, still keeping his grip on your waist nice and tight. ""Brunello di Montalcino Collosorbo".. You really went all out." Chuuya read the name of the wine out loud, putting his head into your collarbone, his breath lightly tickling your neck.

You chuckled, fluffing his hair. "And after we're done with that, I may draw us a nice bath.. Maybe open up that nice 87' bottle?" You said lowly, making Chuuya shudder lightly. "I am so lucky I have you." He said, standing up and pulling you into a passionate kiss. Everything was just, Perfect.

"My partner Nakahara Chuuya, A tempestuous storm, fierce and true, His fiery spirit burns so bright, A force to be reckoned with in every fight. His words cut like a sharpened blade, Yet with me, his kindness is never swayed, A complex man with a heart of gold, In his embrace, I feel safe and bold. We walk the streets of Yokohama, Side by side, no need for drama, Our bond is strong, unbreakable, Together, we are truly formidable. His crimson cloak billows in the wind, A symbol of his power, of the life he's been, But I know the real man beneath, A soul that's suffered, yet still believes. Chuuya, my partner, my love, In your presence, I soar like a dove, I am proud to stand by your side, Forever with you, through every tide. Happy birthday, Chuuya. Y/n."

(I hope it was worth the wait!!! Happy birthday Chuuya <3)

[stqrbxy]

Hello! First time requesting from you so pls lmk if i did smth wrong 😭

I was just wondering if you'd do some headcanons on a poly!soukoku? Like dazai/male reader/chuuya relationship? Preferably with ADA!Chuuya + Reader too? Pls all fluff and whatnot, and feel free to drop any details that're too much!

Ur more than welcome to disregard too if ur not comfortable with it :)

Thank you for reading! <3

- 🏳️‍🌈♒️

 [ 双黒 ]   soukoku x m! reader.

genre : fluff .

t.w :  none .

synopsis : osamu and chuuya bickering over rdr ? chuuya telling osamu to go back to work but osamu just wants to stick with you,, then you three just go home and cuddle after a long day of work !!

request on : osamu x ada! chuuya x ada! Reader.

author’s note : hey! your request was a good one, i enjoyed writing it, tyvm for this !! <3 have a good day to you. ^^ (also you have the same zodiac as my father :O) ['m sorry if this is too rushed, fast or not as fluffy as you wished D: ]

It was like any other day at the Armed Detective Agency, a lazy brunette was yelled at by a workaholic blond. [ name ] was just writing out his report for the recent cases that Ranpo solved, it doesn’t take long to finish his reports usually. If there wasn’t a sloth-like Osamu and a pissed-off Chuuya on both sides of him, that is.

“Bastard! Just finish your work for god’s sake, and don’t make [ name ] write all of your reports!” Chuuya hissed at Osamu but didn’t feel any different and continued teasing the shorter male.

“Oh but, Chuuya-kun~! [ name-kun ] doesn’t mind writing my reports for me, in fact, I think they quite enjoy it!” Osamu said in a sing-song voice, clasping his hands like a toddler. [ name ] however, did mind… well, sometimes.

“Osamu-kun, please, can you finish your work? I’ll help you if I can after I finish this last report.” [ name ] said, before sighing and leaning back in his office chair as Chuuya glared at Dazai.

“There’s no need. [ name-kun ], he can finish it himself, isn’t that right?” Chuuya says sharply and promptly, leaving no room for second arguments, giving Osamu a death glare that spoke volumes. Osamu sighed as he finally leaned back in his chair, falling on it with a ‘plop’ sound, stretching before placing his fingertips on the work laptop positioned on his desk.

“Fineeee! I’ll finish my work, for [ name-kun ]~” Osamu said as he surprisingly started working swiftly. Chuuya let out a sigh of relief, going back to finish his own reports now as well. [ name ] let out a sigh of relief as well, smiling softly as he watches both of them sit on both sides of him. 

“Well, good luck.” [ name ] says sweetly, giving Osamu a reassuring smile, which he returned with a small kiss on the cheek. [ name ] chuckled quietly to himself, finishing his own work now.

time skip to lunch break.

[ name ] took his usual seat on the first floor of the building, in Café Uzumaki as he waited for the redhead and brunette’s arrival, apparently Kunikida had something to tell the two. [ name ] took a sip of his usual drink, and smiled softly, their beverages were spot on as always. 

As [ name ] was resting peacefully, leaning in his seat, a soft, deep voice echoed in his ears. 

“ [ name-kun ] ! sorry, have we kept you waiting for too long, love?” Chuuya says softly, smiling at him with affection as Osamu swiftly sat beside [ name ], hugging him with his arms around his neck, [ name ] merely smiled at his childish antics, but he knew that these two men were the ones he had loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

“not at all, loves. how was work?” [ name ] said softly, hugging back the brunette as he caressed his hand softly. Chuuya smiled gently, nodding. 

“It was good, we can go home now if you want.” Chuuya said, resting his head on one of his hands as he watched the two interact, despite one being eccentric and one being the opposite, they seemed to get along pretty well when they did; [ name ] let out a small nod before smiling at Osamu with affection, which made him blush and grin cheekily.

another time skip to at home.

[ name ] was sitting on the couch on his back as he scrolled through his phone, waiting for Osamu and Chuuya to finish changing. Osamu came jogging swiftly, jumping on [ name ] as he rests his head on his chest, which made [ name ] gasp softly as Chuuya rested his own head on [ name’s ] shoulder from the other side of the couch. 

“We love you so much, angel…” Chuuya murmurs softly with a tone of huskiness in his ear as he sits down beside [ name ] on the front of the couch. [ name ] blushed and smiled softly, petting and stroking both of their heads as he thinks to himself how lucky he is to have such wonderful angels beside him. Chuuya falls asleep merely seconds after [ name ] starts stroking his hair locks, and Osamu already seems to have dozed off to dreamland.

“I love you too, my loves.”

[iheart-nana]

she is beauty, and she is grace; but she will punch you in your fucking face . . . ☆★ ࣪.* unforgiven girlzz

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[hopelessdazai]

✿ 》 Angelic You

╰⧼ 🪻 note.. ⧽ ; just a little thing because I got bored. I have a few works in progress done I'll get them out whenever I can. lord if I could work aesthetics on mobile. pleeaaase reblog my reach sucks

╰⧼ 🌙 contents.. ⧽ ; chuuya x afab reader. so much religious stuff but we're non believers its metaphors. non descriptive sex, mentions of acts of cunnilingus. fluffy if you squint.

what did it mean to be an angel?

was it the white wings of purity, a face made to be corrupted? ears that listen to those who deceive with the kindest heart?

you were more then that.

chuuya had never been religious - in his world full of gore and bloodshed there was no time or reason to attempt pray for higher beings. he found reflection and forgiveness at his own two feet - he didn't ever want to have to beg at the foot of a throne he wasn't even sure was real.

the only time a word of the lord would leave his lips was a hiss through gritted teeth. the word plagued with pain, rage, more. whatever was expressed to him.

the first time he spoke your name, it was the closest thing to saying a gods name affectionately. you were a celestial being to him - those stupid eyes of yours which he could see a future in. stupid hands that seemed to interwine so perfectly with his.

stupid voice that sounded so heavenly when his name fell from your lips, a benediction to an unlicensed holy matrimony.

the way the soft skin on your body glistened with sweat reminded him of the glass murals he'd see in churches. the painted glass that shone into those halls. how your hands held the sheets underneath you reminded him of an angels wings when resting.

"god, fuck.. _____ .."

chuuya had never been religious - with how you tasted on his lips while he feasted and your release on his tongue, he knew he'd never need a ceremony to drink the lords blood. he had his own right here. and he knew damn well you'd taste better then any cheap wine the churches had to offer.

in the garden of eden you were his apple. you were the only one that could cause him to sin the way you did. gentle hands cradling your back as it arched underneath him. noticing the way you tugged his waist closer, deeper, as you called to the heavens.

chuuya never would be religious. but you had to be an angel. his angel. one he could catch every time with his hair tied back as you fell from the elysium you were born into.

he'd be careful with your white wings for now.