#chuuya nswf

[deadwasteland-dazaisfan]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ “It's not a knee...” .𖥔 ݁ ˖

°Pairing: fem!reader×chuuya nakahara;

°Contain: drabble, headcanons, close to canon, mention of murders, mention of criminal organizations, hints of sex, MDNI;

°Synopsis: about how your attitude towards each other has changed and you got.... into an embarrassing situation;

°Author's note: well... it's something like nsfw, but I'm not very good at it, so... I hope it's not that bad XD...there may be grammatical errors!

Nakahara Chuuya is your colleague, the head of the executive committee of the Port Mafia, and in fact, you are his secretary.

He is a busy man, holds the honorary title of a martial artist, and is also overworked. That's why he asked Mori to appoint you as his secretary (with your consent, of course). You weren't friends, but you weren't strangers to each other either. Previously, your work went separately: Chuuya constantly disappeared on missions, returned to the mafia office very late, and if he was carried to the outskirts of the city or another prefecture, then it was not worth waiting for him at all. He stayed overnight at a local hotel. You, in turn, were a less important person, although you were on the executive committee under his leadership.

You were rarely on missions, mostly you were engaged in official documentation and paperwork, contracts. Like a clerk, but a little more important. But, as they sometimes said about you, you were a victim, a decoy. That's what they called you because you were always in situations where mafia enemies just grabbed you and held a gun to your temple, threatening to kill you. You were a vulnerable member, and many people from enemy organizations believed that since you were on the executive committee, you should be an important person and you could be used to achieve their goals. Not that it was, no. You were highly appreciated and considered worthy of your position. Plus, you were a great beauty, and all the mafia men just admired the fact that there was such a pretty girl among them. In any case, you don't have to worry — for such threats and unauthorized touching of you, mafia crush their heads and broke ribs.

Over time, you became a little closer to each other — you don't know how it happened, but for some reason he started waiting for you after work (even if he looked like he was going to fall asleep), he could give you a ride on his motorbike or at your request he orders you a taxi. He was very busy during working hours, so he hardly paid attention to you (logically, he didn't pay attention to anyone). Sometimes, tired after battles, he would start writing reports (well, at least he tried), but his head and brain were boiling from everything that had happened, his mind was clouded by fatigue and the need for sleep, and he looked very, very tired. And yet, he managed to come up to you from time to time and ask about some points in the paperwork. Of course, you explained everything to him, he nodded silently with his eyes closed and, returning to his seat, fell into a deep sleep. All you could do was carefully pull out the sheets from under his head that were lying on the table and fill everything out yourself. He was more grateful than anyone else.

He also invited you to the bar a couple of times to have a drink in honor of the successful completion of several missions, but after you, smiling sweetly and awkwardly, said that you wern't drinking, he stop talking, make an empty face and hurriedly nod, after which he leave. Not that he was very upset; but he spent the rest of the evening at the bar over a glass of semi-sweet wine, reflecting that someone really never drinks and doesn't have such an addiction to expensive alcoholic beverages. But soon all his thoughts scattered when he returned home and calmly lay down on a wide bed, falling asleep in the blink of an eye.

Hiding the fact that he was really just too handsome and hot was useless. You just liked him as a person, but as a man he was also very attractive. He had a definite sense of style; he did not dress too pretentiously, his outfits were always good and moderate. And it was partly clear that he had been raised by a woman: idealized manners, always clean, shining red hair, gathered in a neat ponytail, neatly arranged bangs, ironed, clean white shirt; all other things are also clean and ironed, shoes are always clean and shine from the wax applied to them; He always smelled pleasantly of expensive men's perfume; not too heavy, a scent suitable for him. A couple of times you've seen him use lip balm in winter to keep his lips from cracking and bleeding. You also assumed that his house was tidy, clean and had a pleasant smell of fragrance. So, a wonderful man, a rich man, but a reasonable and rational person who knows a lot about manners and neatness, as well as about his work. He combined not only beauty and neatness, but also strength and power. And he was definitely one of those who could stand up not only for himself, but also for other important people for him. Including you. And also rides a motorcycle! Amazing.

But the situation you got into scared you a little, or rather confused you. Oh. Very confused.

It so happens that you and Nakahara have planned a birthday party for your boss, Mori-san. Others were involved in this, but it was you two who did the initial training. While his office was empty, you snuck in here and began to decorate everything that needed to be decorated. But before you could start, you heard footsteps approaching.

It was hopelessness, and Chuuya, grabbing your wrist, quickly pulled you after him. You ended up in some kind of closet, Chuuya quickly closed the door and looked at you. Everything happened so fast that both of you didn't even seem to have time to realize the situation... And now you were underneath him when he was looming over you; well, that was the only possible position for the two of you right now. Looking into each other's eyes, you listen to the sounds outside — someone has entered inside. You both fell silent, barely breathing, so that there would not be an extra creak or sigh. Since there was a closed and very small space in the closet, being here very soon became unbearable. The stuffiness weighed on your mind. So you both gradually got very hot, literally. There was still someone walking around the office, and you didn't know exactly who. Nakahara was still above you, so far he was silent. But after a couple of moments, he quietly approached and whispered in your ear:

"I don't think it's Mori-san. But who knows... We need to be quiet."

You, in turn, nodded slightly and whispered a quiet "yes" in response. You could see the outline of Chuuya, because a light light penetrated into small cracks in the closet. His body, hanging over you, seemed so tempting... But you quickly pushed away all the fragile thoughts and tried to look somewhere else. Chuuya has actually been looking at you all this time. His body was very close to yours, he could hear your slightly rapid breathing. His hands were on either side of your head. He really didn't want to... But your appearance was so beautiful and seductive that he could barely contain himself. He gently leaned closer to you and you felt his warm breath on your neck. He was breathing raggedly and heavily, probably he was hot...

And then you felt something underneath, pressing against your thigh. You couldn't see what it was, of course, but you could easily tell it was his knee. That's why you spoke softly:

"Chuuya, could you take your knee away, please? It gets in the way..."

You saw him pull back a little, and then lean over you again, and this time his voice sounded with a slight tremor:

"This is... This is not a knee...."

There was something between a sour and confused expression on his face. You couldn't tell if he blushed or not, but he did, you can be sure. He also looked away from you and tried to pretend that he was very wary of what sounds were coming from outside, but in fact he was just embarrassed that his body was reacting to you so involuntarily in such situations.

Uh...After the words he said, you were still at a loss, and, to be honest, it didn't come to you right away. You just stared at him, blinking frequently, while intense mental activity continued in your head about guessing what "it" might be, if not the knee.

Noticing that you were silent, looking at him uncomprehendingly, he was even more confused and let out a quiet "Uh ..." after which he tried to think of what to say to you. Your thoughts were not lost, and you thought that it could be the holster from his knife, which accidentally hung down and pressed so uncomfortably. Smiling slightly, you whispered:

"Got it... Is that a knife holster?..."

Oh, my God, you should have seen Chuuya's face. It simply cannot be described in words, and if possible, just repeat the words "confused" and "embarrassed" 100 times. He stared at you, then exhaled softly and said:

"Listen, y/n, this is not a holster.... This... are you... Damn, why haven't you figured it out yet..."

He swore softly and then leaned even closer to you. Oh, he wanted so much to kiss and bite your neck. But he knew he couldn't. Not yet.

Yeah, you haven't figured it out yet. And you felt it pressing against your thigh more and more.

And finally. You got it. You really got it. "It" pressing on your thigh was warm, and as it seemed to you, slightly throbbing. Your eyes widened, your cheeks turned crimson, your breathing became strangled, and you looked down. You actually felt very hot at the same moment of realization. You tried to move away at least a little, but it didn't work because the closet was too narrowly. When Nakahara saw you trying to move, he pinned your shoulders and hissed:

"Don't you dare move!... This damn closet is a million years old, it creaks like the oldest thing on damn earth."

You didn't object. No, not in such a situation and not at such a moment. Keeping silent, you tried to overcome your embarrassment while Chuuya was closely following the sounds from outside the closet. A few minutes later, the person who entered the boss's office finally came out and you and Chuuya opened the door a little. The office was indeed empty. Then, Chuuya run out of the closet with almost light speed, when you were still climbing out. Then you looked at him: flushed face, shortness of breath and wandering eyes. Only for a single moment did you manage to see the bump on his pants, after which he quickly headed for the exit.

"Wait...Chuuya-..."

Before he could get out, you grabbed his elbow and looked at him with a plaintive look. He quickly turned around and looked at you with a hint of seriousness and a little frustration, but nevertheless his face still had shades of embarrassment.

"Can we talk? I won't just leave it like that..."

"Y/N, It doesn't make sense. I'm sorry for all this... Never mind..."

You pulled his elbow and looked at him seriously when you said more insistently

"But... But you're-..."

"Hold on. What are you trying to achieve? Do you want me to make all my thoughts come true? If you annoy me, I promise I'll do it"

"But... I just-..."

Your voice broke off on a small squeak that you made when the redhead abruptly grabbed you and led you to the table. He also quickly, with incredible ease, lifted you up and bent over the table, facing him, as he squeezed your wrists and leaned closer

"Do you want me to fuck you right here? Is that what you want? Please, Y/N, don't do this. Otherwise, I promise I won't hold back..."

"And if I say that I want you to?..."

When those words left your lips, Chuuya's face instantly changed to pure surprise. Well done, 10 points out of 10. He certainly didn't expect such an answer...

"What... What did you say?..."

You looked at him with a slightly embarrassed and innocent look, and then said

"I said that... That I want you to..do it..."

Nakahara blinked a few times before leaning closer to you and whispering

"Do you want me to... fuck you?..."

His tone was like this... sweet and serious at the same time. You involuntarily blushed and swallowed softly when you answered in a trembling voice

"Yes..."

Without wasting any more time and words, Chuuya knocked you down on the table completely and clung to you in a passionate kiss. You unwittingly let out a soft moan against his lips, and then squeezed your eyes shut.

After that, everything was a blur. All you remember is Chuuya unbuttoning your shirt, then his, and then the sound of a belt buckle undoing.

Edited: LMAO I remembered that I forgot to finish the funniest moment! As you have already understood, all the actions took place in Mori's office... Not only was nothing decorated, the papers that were (unfortunately) on this desk were scattered all over the floor, and you both left the office in a lousy state. Chuuya's hair is completely out of order (by the way, so are you), his shirt is not fully tucked in, and you have the same thing.

[naakaharachuuya]

I know where all that height goes ;)))

Youre smart then~ because I'm sure dazai's small..

[mncxbe]

Hiiii i hope you have a great day! I love your blog 🥰 been living my best y/n days lately hahaha

If you don't mind, may i request for chuuya with reader who is a photographer. One day the reader scouted him on the street, not knowing about him at all, just mesmerized by his appearance. So I'm wondering about how Chuuya would be someone's muse. Definitely got inspired by your chuuya x painter!reader one haha.

Thank you so much ^^

Ps: can be sfw or nswf up to your imagination; please feel free to ignore this request if you don't feel like doing it^^

omg anonnie this!!! chuuya's got such model vibes I cannot even he could make it to the high fashion. also tysm I'm so happy I can make your Y/N dreams come true♡♡

it's a normal thursday afternoon and chuuya's walking down the streets of Yokohama, idly scrolling on his phone when you randomly stop him and ask if he's interested in having a few pictures taken. at first, he's a bit confused and suspicious but after you tell him you're a photographer and really love his style, he agrees. after all, a few pictures can't hurt.

the two of you walk to a neraby park. getting everything in place; you tell him how to pose and all and soon enough you manage to take a few good shots.

when you show him the photos chuuya's quite taken aback. he didn't expect them to turn this good: his scarlet hair paired perfectly with the yellowing autumn leaves in the background and the warm sunlight~ engulfing him in a veil of gold. it is mesmerizing. he simply stares at the little screen of your camera, mouth agape and you can't help but chuckle.

"there's just something about you, a certain energy you give off. i'd love to work with you more, if you're interested" you propose, giving him that sweet smile of yours.

and of course he's interested. how could he say no when he has the chance to work with someone so talented?

over the next months chuuya visits your studio from time to time. due to his busy schedule, your photoshoots are quite rare but still the highlight of your week. you both enjoy working together; you are calm and collected, don't pry too much into his personal life and he's receptive, always eager to try any new ideas you might have, your perfect muse.

and oh, how many ideas you have. for those blissful couple of hours in your studio chuuya can forget about his life and become something else; a black and white 90s supermodel, a pop of colour on a white background, an angel in the garden of Eden, whatever you want him to be. with each outfit you make him try on he turns into something else, something of your making and he loves that.

despite your constant pleas he refuses to let you use his picture for exhibitions or contests; after all, his identity needs to be kept secret. so instead you hang them around your studio~ little 3:2 pictures adorning your walls, lined up like celluloid scenes in an old picture movie.

with each evening you spend together chuuya finds himself falling more and more in love with you. it's not only the way you walk around the studio with your camera hanging around hour neck, gently biting down on your lower lip as you try to find the perfect angle for a shoot or how you always offer him a glass of his favourite wine when he comes over; you're his own form of escapism. you're funny and sweet and creative and see him for everything that he is and could be, not as a mere criminal working for the Port Mafia. he can talk to you for hours without getting bored too, which is something new.

things progress and one evening, after an especially tiring day at work and a few glasses of wine, chuuya finds himself entangled with you on the plush couch in your studio; worshipping every inch of your body just like you do with his on camera. it's heated and messy and he loves it so much he just can't get enough. and neither can you.

from then on, you two meet for reasons unrelated to work too; he drops by to bring you little gifts or flowers as a sign of gratitude, takes you out to dinner, visits art galleries with you and takes you on weekend get-aways. and so your muse becomes your friend and your lover. your one and only.

[osamuhater]

My name is Nakahara Chuuya, Port Mafia's Executive. I joined because my subordinates and even my boss is using it and has been recommending this to me. Certainly held high expectations that I can unwind here.

If you don't have the name of Osamu Dazai, then you're free to leave.

{INFOS} Mod here!! Mod will be going as either She/her or He/him, feel free to use whichever! Chuuya will be going as he/him. I ship skk if you can't tell already! :3 If you like any other ships, that's fine too! It's your opinion! (Please keep it legal). Feel free to interact with this RP blog account, it's actually very much welcomed. Please keep things SFW. There are minors in here. I don't mind suggestiveness as long as it doesn't go full on NSWF. I will do my best to answer in character!

If there are anymore additional informations, it will be added.. (Dividers are made by: @lavendergalactic)

[cyuutieasuka]

(this is about BSD lol)

TW slight nsfw

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BSD mark twain is a slut

thanks to @chuuyxs for this conversation

[dazaiscum]

So

I'm a sucker for your writing (wbk already) and saw the 100 followers post (OMO, CONGRATS, I'M SO HAPPY, YOU DESERVE EACH AND EVEN MORE)

Could I request number 2 ("You taste sweeter") with Chuuya, Dazai and Ranpo? 👉👈

Fem reader, nsfw if you feel comfortable with it? 🥺

(I'm already draining you with how often I slip in there, I'm sorry >~<)

P.S. image and song bcs Ily and it's kinda become my signature in a weird way and idk, maybe you get vibe/inspiration from songs like I do?

A/n note: You flatter me too much 😭 every time you slide in my inbox it makes me happy 🤧 No you're not draining me 😭

Warnings: Nswf. (This was literally inspired by a condom ad. heLP 😭)

Genre: Fluff.

Prompt: "You taste sweeter, darling"

Pairings: Dazai/reader, Ranpo/reader, Chuuya/reader

Dazai 

You were standing in the kitchen, mixing the batter in your hands as you felt the sensation of two bandaged arms gliding on yours. Your back pressed against his chest as his hands molded in perfectly with yours. With how close he was to you felt his ragged breath fawning on your neck.

Shivers ran down your spine as his cold fingers traced patterns on your knuckles. He chuckled, clearly knowing the effect he had on you. his two fingers found their way towards your neck and tilted it.

He started prepping your neck in kisses. You bite your lip to stop any of the embarrassing noises from coming through your mouth but that's not gonna work with him.

Smirking he sucked on that spot which he knew made you wet. His other hand went from your arms to your breasts and then trailed down to your hips.

Pushing your cute little skirt and underwear aside, his fingers started rubbing circles on your clit. Not a second later a lewd mewl slipped through your plump lips and he smirked again.

"D--Dazai. n-not now" you squirmed which only made him tighten his grip on you. "Hm? what was that belladonna?" 

“I n-need to make the cake before today e-evening. We can continue th-this later” Not caring what you say, he shoved two fingers inside your opening, curving his fingers to hit that particular spot which makes your knees go weak.

And that's exactly what it did. Your knees gave out, the bowl in your hand fell on the ground, shattering into pieces. Dazai turned you around in a way that you faced him.

“The cake...” you trailed off, sad because you wanted to make this New Years' eve special for him, but now that can’t happen.

You looked at Dazai, tears forming in your eyes and with the look he had you assumed he already knew of your plans.

His long slender fingers wiped your tears. Both of his arms cupping your cheeks he quickly smashed his lips on your, his tongue slipping in your wet cavern, greedily exploring every place he could reach.

Pulling away due to the lack of oxygen, he licked his lips, “Why would I need a cake” he started, his mouth already on yours.

“When you taste sweeter, darling” 

Ranpo

“Wait how much sugar does this need?” you ask yourself since you decided it would be a great idea to bake cupcakes for the Agency on New Year.

It didn’t exactly turn out to be a good idea since Dazai ate almost all of the cupcakes and accidentally dropped the remaining.

Kunikida was furious and decided to tape Dazai to a chair. So now here you were, in the agency’s kitchen making a couple more batches for the rest. 

“I can taste and tell!!” Dazai volunteered, still stuck on the chair. No one knows how tf did he manage to rip the tape on his mouth.

“Shut up! I'm in this situation ‘cause of you!”

“Wasn’t it your idea to bake them in the first place?”

“Die!!”

“I'm trying to”

“Then let me make it easier for you” you grumble, annoyed by his antics. Why did Kunikida think it would be a good idea to place Dazai near you.

Sighing, you called your boyfriend to stop you from murdering your annoying colleague.

Not a second later he appeared in front of the door, his emerald eyes shining as bright as ever, and that sweet smile that same sweet smile that you fell in love with plastered on his adorable face.

“Hey, could you-” you began but were cut off by the brunette.

“I know what to do, I'm the greatest detective after all” he said with a smug smirk on his face, moving closer towards the bowl, he dipped his finger in and tasted it.

“Hm, it tastes good but...”

“But..?” you ask, worried if somethings missing or you added the wrong ingredient.

Ranpo only smiled at you and dipped his finger in the batter again. (i hate double-dippers �� but Ranpo can dip thrice if he wants to ☺️)

He came closer towards you as his hand made its way to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your h/c locks. His free hand smeared the batter on your neck, licking it from your soft skin.

“You taste sweeter, darling”

A tint of pink covered your cheeks at his words. His hand untangled itself from your tresses and slithered under your shirt, pulling you closer towards him.

before the both of you could move any further, you were interrupted by a few coughs behind you.

“I would suggest you keep this stuff to your bedroom, but I wouldn't mind a show or two.” The fellow detective said, ruining the wonderful moment you two shared.

Laughing, Ranpo held you back as you growled trying to kill the bandaged detective.

Chuuya.

Today was a peaceful day. everything was going great. Your boss Mori had a sudden change of mood, a change that you didn't necessarily mind.

He was happy. He gave out cupcakes to his executives and trusted mafiosos. Now, what caused his happiness was something you couldn't comprehend and frankly, you didn’t even want to. You were just glad you had some time to spend with your lovely boyfriend.

Happily returning from Mori's office, you make your way over to Chuuya's cabin. As you happily open the door, humming your favorite song, you see him sitting on his chair, completing his paperwork and daily errands.

His lips slightly parted, hair messed up a little, hand on his chin, glasses resting perfectly on his nose bridge as his eyes examine each word on the document in front of him. You had to admit that he looked absolutely adorable.

Quitely making your way over to his desk, you hugged him from behind, your hands on his neck and chest pressed against his back, sighing contently, you place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

Your boyfriend chuckles a little while removing his glasses as he leans in your touch "What are you doing here love?" Chuuya questions while patting his thigh as a sign for you to sit on his lap.

"Mori gave out cupcakes this morning for some reason. I wanted you to taste them too." You explain, nuzzling your head in his neck.

Chuuya takes your chin in his gloved hand, turning your head upwards so you could face him. Slowly moving towards you, he placed his lips on yours, hands traveling to your waist, tongue slipping in your hot mouth, hand going under your shirt. The room was suddenly turning hot.

"Leave those cupcakes. You taste sweeter, Darling"

[tender-rosiey]

Hi I really like your writing and I wanted to request something. If you’re comfortable with writing it: could I request Dazai, Chuuya, Kunikida and Atsushi with an s/o that is demisexual/asexual and is nervous to tell them bc she thinks they’ll reject her. Like she’s okay-ish with that kind of stuff but more so leans away and doesn’t actively seek out sex or anything. Like I’m aight with it from time to time though but it’s rare and I would rather just cuddle. It’s something have kinda been struggling with. This isn’t really meant to be an nswf request but if you aren’t comfortable with this for any reason please ignore!! I couldnt find your rules anywhere that stated your writing preferences so I’m just taking a stab at it. Thank you!

❥ Bsd Characters reacting to you being Asexual

Includes: Dazai, Chuuya, Kunikida and Atsushi

ᴀ/ɴ: I am glad you like my writing! I am sorrybits a little short but i don’t see why hate someone for their sexuality like :( About the rules, I will maybe put I won’t write nsfw stuff cause I am too much of a pussy to write it BUT that’s not the topic here so I hope you like this 🥺💘

Dazai Osamu:

We know this little shit is an observant person, right?

So I believe he took the hint at the beginning when he tried to approach you like that

He was like “Ah she probably doesn’t prefer sexual interactions”

So he kept everything low and was enough with cuddling you

After all in a relationship both sides should be satisfied and sexual interactions aren’t what makes a relationship “good“

When you gathered up the courage to tell our supposedly known as a horny man that you are asexual

What did he do?

Smiled

kissed your forehead

“Sexual interactions doesn’t matter to me , belladonna. I am just happy you are in my life and if we get to the point where we want children then we can adopt.”

Was so understanding about it 🥺

He will cuddle you the rest of the day and ask what to do and what to not do

Chuuya Nakahara:

Chu chu is not as observant as Dazai

So he won’t know until you tell him

Like he can take the hint that you don’t want to do anything like that at the given moment but doesn’t get that you don’t even want it

So when you tell him that you are asexual then he is like

“Really? I thought you hated me touching you in general”

Yes he actually felt insecure

So comforting will be given and received from both sides

“Not having sex won’t change how I feel for you, I got with you for who you are as a person not the desire to touch you”

CUDDLE REASSURANCE TIME

Yay ✨

Kunikida Doppo:

We have a smart bich over here

So he probably picked up on the idea

And honestly his reaction is not that much

Like

“Kunikida, I am asexual”

He looked like he was thinking about something

Then nodded and opened his ideals

Scratched the part of having children and wrote “Y/N does not like sexual interaction therefore none shall be made.”

Aw

He kissed your forehead

“Good job on gathering the courage to tell me.”

Then went on his merry way

Acceptance and shared comfort is what I see as one of the important things in a relationship

“Oh yeah, Y/N”

He came back?-

“Dont be afraid to tell me about anything, okay? I am your significant other, I am supposed to be your comfort zone. So please trust me and expect the best from me.”

Atsushi Nakajima:

“Atsushi I am asexual.”

He will just blush at the mention of the word “sexual”

DIDNT YOU SEE HOW HE BLUSHED WHEN HE WAS ASKED BY KYOKA ABOUT GOING ON A DATE WITH HIM?-

Anyways

Then he nodded shyly covering his face

“Sushi, aren’t you affected by it?-“

He looked at you curiously

“No, why?”

“I love you for you not what I get from you”

Aw

He never tried anything and now wouldn’t ever try

He doesn’t make you uncomfortable 🥺

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