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Temptation

Pairing:Yan!Chuuya x gn!reader(no agab)

Warnings:smut, noncon, somno, drugging, implied kidnapping, masturbation, obsessive behaviour

Notes:You never really realise the kind of perverted shit you've written until you have to tag it huh

He can reprimand himself all he wants, but Chuuya can't resist you.

This is beyond crossing the line, but what isn't these days when it comes to you? Chuuya can't sleep in the spare bedroom anymore, not without first going into his old room, the room he put you in. Seeing you lying there so peacefully, surrounded by his belongings and smelling like him, it makes Chuuya dizzy. He sits closer and closer to you each night, his touches trailing from your cheek to your shoulder, to the curve of your waist hidden below the sheets. He swallows, his mouth dry, breaths shallow, one bare hand resting lightly on your hip. Try as he might, nothing in the world can stop the fluttering of his heart... or the stirring in his pants.

Sure, Chuuya has been thinking about you when he gets off for months. Sighing and biting his lips until they're swollen, hiccuping out your name as he spills all over his fist. He hates cleaning up, afterwards. Hates knowing everything went to waste, when it should be painting your skin or pressed as deep inside you as he can get. But now that you're so close, so warm and smelling so good, stirring in your sleep and occasionally letting out a tantalising little noise, it's everything he can do to stumble back into the spare room before fisting his aching, dribbling cock. He never lasts, slumping against the door and squeezing his eyes shut, the image of you in his bed burned into his eyelids.

Eventually he can't wait until he's outside the room. He cums with his face pressed into the sheets, on his knees by bed, catching a glimpse of your peaceful face as his eyes roll back and his body trembles. His cheeks burn with need and shame as he quickly wipes the mess off himself, trying to get the sticky white off his clothes even as he's shaking from the high. But he comes back the next night, taking up his place by the bed and gasping your name like a praying man, his heart fluttering in fear and excitement every time you stir. It's electric, to be so close to you with his fingers pumping himself, imagining it's your hands, your thighs, your warm insides working him over the edge instead of his lonely fist. Chuuya can't stop now, even if he wanted to. He's never cum this hard in his life.

One night, before he brings you your dinner, he slips something into it. The same drug he used to bring you here, all those weeks ago. You won't wake up for hours. He slips under the covers next to you with his entire skin on fire, every nerve singing just from feeling the dip you make in the mattress. He lies there as long as he can, on the opposite end of the bed, breathing heavily and shaking a little. It feels so /right/ to be like this, to share a bed with you like he's dreamt of for so long, like a lover. Chuuya shifts slowly onto his side and shuffles closer to your sleeping form, careful and quiet even though he knows there's no way you'll wake up. He cuddles up to you with his heart in his throat, nuzzling against the nape of your neck and hesitantly slipping a hand around your waist before his fingers drift to your hip. Your skin is so warm, and you smell like his shampoo, and Chuuya can't stop himself from pressing a tender kiss to the back of your head before finally paying attention to the ache sitting low in his stomach.

He takes your arm, carefully, slowly, bringing it towards him until your hand is at the small of your back. You don't even react, barely readjusting your arm from the uncomfortable position. Chuuya lets out a shaky breath, tracing the palm of your hand with careful fingers before cupping it with his own and bringing it closer to his crotch, rubbing himself over his clothes with your hand.

Immediately he moans into your shoulder, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. The hand that isn't guiding yours grabs the pillow under his head and he pulls one of his legs over your own, mindlessly searching for a better angle. Chuuya whines, holding your hand tight and pressing it harder against himself as he quickly sets a pace. Even through his clothes, it feels divine, making his legs tremble with every shaky roll of his hips.

It's all he can do suppress the urge to bite you, to give in and leave dark marks all over your shoulder, give you something to wake up to. Still Chuuya rocks back and forth faster and faster at the thought, the image of you dishevelled and covered head to toe in his bruises making him twitch. There's already pecum darkening his clothes, heat surging up his spine. What would you say? What would you sound like, whining and mewling underneath him, grabbing onto him with as much desperation as he'd grab onto you? What would your voice sound like, wavering as it breaks on his name again and again?

It's that thought that sends him over the edge with a shuddering gasp, a tear slipping down his face and into the sheet. Chuuya is as tense as a bowstring, shaking as warmth pools on his clothes, his hand holding yours tight enough that his nails leave indents in the back of your hand. He lies there for a while, panting softly, feeling his heart beating wildly as he slowly relaxes and lets go of you. He rests his forehead against your back, licking his lips as his thoughts slowly become coherent. Chuuya only feels a little twinge of shame at having creamed his pants like a teenager, the warm satisfaction of his release overshadowing everything else. You're still out cold, breathing slowly and peacefully, completely unaware of the ginger curled against you and still trembling from his orgasm.

"Love you," Chuuya murmurs at last, giving your hip one last squeeze before he has to leave. "I'll be back."

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figure skater nakahara chuuya

i saw this post and i also coincidentally saw the art a few days ago while crying over yuzuru hanyu so let's do this ! idk much abt figure skating so if i got anything wrong / say anything wrong pls lmk

i wanna believe that chuuya as a fs would be like yuri plisetsky. he would be so aggressive with making all his jumps quads and attempting them all the time during practice, but he might not do it during competition if he feels like he can't do it

he started very young, thinking that getting into ballet and ice skating would stretch his legs and make him taller (im half joking), but he's very good very early on

he might be more recreational rather than competitive, but never really refuses when he's offered to compete. might as well yk

like yurio, he has a certain genre or type of flow he wants for his programs. i feel like he would do something like this . something very bold and telling, and hes flexible. he can pull off those back bends and spins

he may be very aggressive, he's a graceful skater. his moves are clean and sharp and it's very satisfying to see him skate. it's like he glides so smoothly on the ice, like the ice is doing his bidding by giving him the most smooth ride. his jumps are cut and dry, and he makes AMAZING SAVES !!

hence his amazing saves, he's dubbed as the gravity manipulator (corny, ik) because it almost seems impossible how he jumps so high and spins so low yet still keep his balance and stamina. like, how?

of course every artist has their flaws, and chuuya's might be his facial expressions . he gets the message of his piece and it reflects in his movements but not on his face , its VERY visible when u know he fucks up a jump or forgets a certain part of a routine. he might make amazing saves that look like it was MEANT to happen, his face says otherwise. hes working on it tho !!!..... he'll get there .

outside the rink, he's very kind to his fanbase and interacts with them a lot in social media. it gets him in trouble sometimes, especially when judges are biased against him due to his "feminine" figure and gives him a crappy score and those hastags pop-up on twitter? yeah. he's ALL OVER THOSE

DO NOT GIVE HIM WINE DURING SPECIAL EVENTS OR BANQUETS DEAR LORD hes JUST like yuuri but hes ready to beat anyone's ass 😭 his manager and publicist steers him away from the bar after ONE incident. they learned their lesson abt chuuya and alcohol

his diet and workout regimen is pretty normal, but he works out a lot more when he can't come to the rink. he values his body and it's strength a lot so he's very mindful of the food he eats (except w wine). hes a beauty to work with

as mentioned above, due to his small stature and slim figure, it's difficult for him to place and score a lot due to biased judges and conflict of interests in what male figure skaters should look like. he's very passionate about defending himself, but secretly wishes he was taller and maybe a bit more buff :( my poor chuuya

as for being his s/o ,,

he would LOVE YOU FOREVER if you come to his competitions. even if u dont wanna come with him to the kiss and cry (because you can't, but he insists you should), just seeing you in the crowd before his program starts gives him such a boost. toss him a gift after his program he'll keep it forever

although chuuya loves you and values his time with you, his time inside the rink is sacred. it's his first love, his safe space, so he won't compromise a lot when it comes to his practice time on the ice. but he has PLENTY of time after that, in which he wishes nothing more than to spend it with you.

come to his practices tho !! though he might be a bit loud and dizzy to watch, he's amazing at what he does and he loves it when two of his most loved things are together. wipe the sweat off his face when he approaches u he'll die inside

tie his hair for him !!!

when you learn all the terminologies in secret and try to memorize what each jump is and which program is for what event and stuff he'll be so happy

"you... you just attempted a quad axel just now didn't you? be careful-"

"you know what an axel looks like ? and you knew it was a quad? marry me"

PRACTICES HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS WITH YOU AND IT'S SO FUNNY BUT HE ASKS YOU TO TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY AND HE'S SO SERIOUS ABOUT IT

"what do you think, babe?"

"chuuya, love of my life, i'm saying this with all the love i have for you, but you look like you're trying to shit out the biggest fucking turd ever."

"you could've said so earlier!"

"you were so into it though?"

but seriously, if he asks you to help him then please please please do. he makes up for it by supporting you in your chosen hobby/profession as well !!

if you're a figure skater as well, then congratulations! you're both in pairs now /j

solo or pairs, he'd be super happy to see you compete or even just perform. he thinks you're so awesome and cool

a bit jealous about pairs but he knows TT he's closely considering pairs .

if he is your partner, you're the one lifting him up /j but seriously, he can take on both roles he's amazing

isn't that strict with diets with you but helps you avoid things you shouldn't eat from time to time, but usually he's your enabler when it comes to cheat days and eating off diet ^^

all in all, he's a great figure skater and an even greater s/o .

requests are open! (08/02/22) (note : i'm too shy to tag op in this one TT)

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Dazai having a hard time adjusting to new meds and their side effects, and being out of commission for a week or so feeling so sick he can barely move from his bed. Kunikida knows from previous times that Dazai’s sensitive to these changes so he checks up on him often, maybe even convincing dazai to stay in his own dorm with him until the worst has passed, just so he can keep a closer eye on him while he’s unwell.

He’s making sure Dazai’s eating and drinking enough while his body’s going through such a hard time, and gives him painkillers for the headaches. Dazai doesn’t want to worry kunikida more than he already is so he tries his best to chat like normal, but kunikida can see how pale and shaky he is, and knows he must be feeling awful.

Dazai hates going through this as his emotions always go haywire when he changes his meds and he hates feeling so out of control of himself. Kunikida is always slightly unnerved to see dazai cry or get visibly anxious but he never misses a beat, staying close, cuddling him and reassuring him that he’ll feel better soon, and it’s not his fault he feels like this <3

It takes a good few days, but dazai gradually starts to level out, being able to stomach more food and becoming brighter and more talkative. Kunikida is almost glad he has the energy to start annoying him again (though this sentiment wears off pretty fast).

Sorry if this is kind of weird & long 😭 I’m projecting my own issues onto Dazai, I’ll never let him catch a break.

medication side effects is one of my favorite sickfic tropes thank you for this anon...you wrote this so perfectly im imagining it all clearly i love them so much 🥺 i love the concept of Dazai not feeling well and Kunikida getting on his ass about it and being rough with him until he realizes oh he's Really not doing well and then he starts to get more gentle...and I ESPECIALLY love Dazai crying in front of him and Kunikida not super knowing how to handle it but he does whatever he can 😭😭😭

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if you think about it Albatross is actually scary as hell,,,imagine being on the battlefield fighting for your life and you hear a mf LAUGHING

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skk being in love

some hcs i have:

- chuuya with heterochromia

- dazai with dimples and big nose

- dazai with terrible eyebags

- dazai is mostly/completely blind in the eye that used to be covered

- dazai and chuuya used to be painfully emo together back in their port mafia days, both having piercings

- chuuya has piercings on his ear and dazai used to have snakebites but has since removed them (cue the little scars under his lip)

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Brat.

Sub!Chuuya x Dom!Reader

summary: chuuya is a huge brat but folds quickly

You pissed of Chuuya one day saying that he was your little puppy to play with. He was not happy. But you thought it was so funny. because as much as he thought he ran everything he didn’t and he knew that. You had him wrapped around your little finger. With you being smaller than him He didn’t expect you to have that much power over him.

“Please mommy.” chuuya’s whimpering.

“I thought you ran everything baby.” His weeping cock still in hand. It’s twitching in your hand. begging for some sort of relief.

“Please wanna cum.. Please mommy i’m sorry..” he’s begging.

You think it’s so cute when he gets like this. he’s eyes tearing up looking up at you. you decide to give a little mercy. pushing him down on the bed to straddle his waist.

“You wanna cum baby?”

“Yes.yes.yes.” he’s singing now.

“Earn it.” you smirk at him.

You slowly easy yourself on to his hard cock. pulling moans from both of you. you stay still waiting smiling down at him.

“You gonna fuck me baby?”

he’s stammering out.

“Yes..I’m sorry..Yes” he’s softly moaning

he starts slowly fucking up into you slowly so he doesn’t bust so early. so you start teasing him. running your hands down his chest scratching all so softly. When you lean down and say something.

“You better fuck me like you own me brat.”

He’s trying to fuck up in to you harder. But his unsteady rhythm is throwing him off.

“Need.. help.. Mommy please..”

You slam your ass against his hips. starting to ride him hard.

“I own you yes?” you smirk.

“Yes mommy! you own me!” he’s whimpering slowly starting to get louder.

“You wanna cum inside me puppy? Breed me with your pups?”

“Yes.Yes.Yes! Yes mommy please let me cum!”

Youre starting to lose your rhythm. and rubbing your clit so you can cum with Chuuya.

“Cum for me baby”

he lets out the girliest moan and grabs your hips tight completely filling you up. You giggle and lean down and to kiss him hard.

“You’re such a good boy”

a/n: I love chuuya change my mind.

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GONE WITH THE WINDS

— soukoku fanfiction, NOT CROSS POSTED ON ANY OTHER SITE

— WARNINGS: mature themes, drug use, grief, mentions of dying, eating disorders and mental illnesses

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[CHAPTER 2]

Cold November night. No one to be seen on the streets of Yokohama. Chuuya walked into his apartment around 2AM. He can't remember what he did just a couple of hours ago. His head is dizzy with his last drink. Hirotsu sent him home.

The apartment was spacious, although only he lived there. Oftentimes, he felt like it was a ghost town. He unbuttoned the vest that hugged around his waist all day long and put it off to his couch. One benefit of living alone is that no one can complain about the messes you make.

He stunk of alcohol. Most nights, he wasn't like this. Everybody knows that. But tonight, he felt bad. He doesn't pity himself, but sometimes he wishes he had done things differently. Would things end up differently if he did? Would they be better now or worse?

Whatever.

Broken wine glasses on his porcelain kitchen tiles could speak volumes on his mental state. November night. Warmer than the one 3 years ago. He tries not to think about it. The apartment is dead silent. He hates it. It makes him anxious in a way that nobody can understand. The loneliness he feels can't be described in a few sentences. Rather, novels could be written about it. The feeling makes him sick, his stomach turning whenever he's forced to remember this cruel fact. This feeling of never being full had caused him to binge more nights than he could recount. It's not that he is hungry. It's the pit in his stomach that he hopes is hunger. He eats and eats until he throws up, but the pit is never filled. By eating, he can hope to avoid what is really causing the pain. Yet he never succeeds. It always comes back. A brief moment of bliss is worth nothing next to the crushing sensation he's trying so hard to get rid of. His life stops for a minute, the world carries on. The birds still sing every morning. All 1094 days, they have sung their song. He's almost mad at them for not acknowledging what he's going thru. They're mocking him. That must be it.

Gin grew quite a lot in those 1094 days. Hirotsu grew older. He finally came to peace with ageing and just dyed his hair grey to cover the few strands of differently coloured hair. Tachihara went thru 1094 bandaids and learned how to sew from Gin. But Chuuya feels stuck. He's in the water, he forgot how to swim, they're all looking down on him and yet no one is helping him. No one even tries. On better days, he's above the water level. He can still breathe. On worse days, he's desperately trying to latch onto the edge to lift himself above the water and breathe in for one last time. Today, however, he's dead. Long gone, together with the fallen leaves.

He'd love to say he doesn't care and just move on with his life. Sometimes, he tries to pretend it's that way. The first few months, he was really good at this too, but his mask fell off and broke apart a while ago. Chuuya was never the type to wallow in his sadness. Life has thrown enough of it his way. He knows how to handle it... or at least he knew how to deal with sadness. On sleepless nights, he wonders if it's even sadness he's feeling. Thoughts he can't shake off, feelings he can't get rid of.

The emptied wine bottle in his sight is getting blurry. The clock strikes 3AM. He knows he can't continue going on. Hirotsu will tell Mori what happened. He always does when this happens, and Mori has always been understanding. Mori certainly does not have a soft spot for Chuuya, but he can understand what's going on. It's one of the rare times Mori seems like a good and selfless person.

The world goes on, but Chuuya is stuck like a deer caught in the headlights. He's never been the type to rely on people. That's just something you learn after some time of living on the streets. Even before he joined the mafia, he'd been self-reliant. Sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes there was somebody to pick him up or tell him they'll wait for him to come back to life. Now, more than ever, he craves security in the arms of another person. But no one's coming. No one has ever been coming to his rescue.

Sitting on the cold tiles next to his fridge, he can only try and look away from the mess he's made. Broken wine glasses on the floor, his clothes scattered all around his apartment. He can tell himself and say he'll clean it all up in the morning, but he knows that's a lie. Last weeks dishes still wait for him to rinse them and put them into a dishwasher. Trash from gods knows how long ago begs to be taken out. He'll do it tomorrow. He says that often, but tomorrow never really comes.

1094 days, 1095 nights. Thoughts about how long it has been begin to swirl his head again. His eyelids are beginning to get heavy, but he does not want to go to sleep. 1095 nights, most of which he spent awake. Those he didn't were plagued with endless nightmares. Sometimes, the nightmares were about his parents he had long forgotten. Sometimes, they were about his first few months in the Port Mafia. Other nights, he has nightmares about corruption, and the pressure in his head wakes him up in cold sweat. Most often, he has nightmares about him. Him who he swore up and down he hated. His conciseness eats away at him. Occasionally, he'll wake up from one of those nightmares from hearing someone scream only to realise it was him screaming all along.

He hates himself for that, and he hates the way those nightmares make him feel. When those nightmares plague his nights, he wakes up with knots in his stomach, sometimes shaking uncontrollably, and sometimes he's bathing in a pool of his own sweat.

He tries not to think about the younger male too often. It distracts him when he does. It occupies his thoughts for days to come, and he hates the anxiety and the overwhelming sadness that comes hand in hand with those thoughts. Chuuyas apartment is still filled with the things the other one used in day to day life. The main bathroom still holds a fresh change of bandages Chuuya had bought for him 1095 days ago.

Breaking thru his hated thoughts, he hears a ringing of his doorbell. "At this time?" he thinks to himself. It's almost 4AM at this point. Who would even think of bothering another human at this time of the night. He stumbles up and across his kitchen, into his living room, and to his entrance doors to check the camera outside. His breath hitched, he's left speechless. No. There's no way this is real. Outside of his door, waving to the camera, it's him. Without a word, Chuuya let's him inside.

"You must be freezing" he's trying to sound like he's not freaking out.

"Hirotsu said you were searching for me that day" the younger male spoke. Entering the apartment he's basically lived in for years once again and sitting on the sofa in the living room. Completely disregarding Chuuyas worries, he lights a cigarette.

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guidelines.

i write for amab readers. could write for gn readers but prefer amab.

i don't write short, tall, chubby,... etc. readers.

i write when i have inspiration.

not comfortable with highschool aus, so don't request that.

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characters i write for: chuuya nakahara, dazai osamu, ranpo edogawa, ryuunosuke akutagawa, michizo tachihara, edgar allan poe, sigma, nikolai gogol

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