#Chuya nakahara

[dragonksenia]

A bit more sketches ✨️

[sicdios]

[makomoto-chan]

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Dazai and Chuuya with a partner who has a high libido?

He’s a little intimidated by it. Chuuya has nothing against sex, but he gets a little flustered when he is approached or his partner initiates. He doesn’t really know what to do with himself.

Given how often they have sex, he’s also a little concerned that sex is all they want from him. He’s not sure he has much to offer besides that, but Chuuya is certain there should be more to their relationship. Pleasure aside it might be a bit of a red flag. He just hopes he can keep up with them.

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Couldn’t be more tickled if you brushed him with a feather duster, and they have tried that one.

Dazai loves that they have a high libido. He is always down for sex and risk taking, which they seem to be down for both. He genuinely wonders if you can die from having sex too much, and if you can that would be his new preferred way to commit suicide.

Although now that he has a new outlet for all this energy, he hasn’t really felt the need to think about that in a while. Maybe it’s all the mind-numbing pleasure or weird sex positions they’ve found to look forward to, but Dazai is actually interested in living for a change.

[saffron0v0]

Looking through my account and realizing I didn't post this was my biggest '>:0' moment

[need-a-name-101]

Dazai: Chuuya I swear on my life-

Chuuya: “I swear on my life” Bitch you’re suicidal swear on something else.

[arahabakis-vessel]

I've been working on this on and off since February and only just finished. My favorite scene from Stormbringer, colorized.

[neo--queen--serenity]

star-crossed haters 💫

[with-my-calamitous-love]

just thinking about chuuya spoiling the absolute fuck out of you.

$7 coffee? he’s got it.

your entire amazon wishlist? taken care of.

those cute, sheer, expensive clothes you absolutely don’t need but want? he’s got that for you and more.

and its not just limited to money. chuuya treats you like you’re made of diamonds. he especially loves taking you out for joyrides on his motorcycle so he can show you off. you and the bike, (he also calls it his baby) but mostly you.

he’s generous, and loving, and sweet like candy, even in the bedroom. until he isn’t.

chuuya is a rough lover, pulling orgasms out of you like its second nature. after a long day of spoiling and pampering you, he’ll spank you and tug your hair until you suck his cock the way he likes it.

“c’mon, cherie.” he groans, head thrown back while he sits on the couch, blue eyes watching you. “i worked you better than that, doll.”

your misty eyes while bobbing your head up and down isn’t lost on him. you shamelessly watch him, seeing his silky white shirt unbuttoned white your lipstick stains on his muscles. you can’t wait to get on his lap and ease down onto him, but not until chuuya says you can.

he groans again, his gloved hands slicking your hair back into a makeshift ponytail while you suck him off. he knows he’s being an asshole, and he knows you love it.

“tellement bien, jolie fille.” he praises, words rolling off his tongue in a way that makes your inside stir for him. “i’m gonna cum.”

he looks down at you and takes pity, wiping your tears. he almost laughs, seeing the expensive clothes he tore off of you ruthlessly. he’ll fuck you good as a reward, and buy you 10 more. 💋

[imcanreadmindsnocap]

“english isn’t my first language, sorry for bad grammar!” ok so im abt to read a masterpiece is what ur saying

[dragonksenia]

Some old sketches ✨️

There was an idea: Dazai as the Hunter (mostly like a witcher) and the incubus Chuya, who was caught by Dazai because of the accident :D

[lemonchu2]

All the generations of soukoku.

[bloodyholypeach]

Awww I love soukoku so muuuch . They are my children

*chu chu them*

[intheafterall]

New print

[annievrse]

the secret of us

chuuya x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: mori makes an unfortunate discovery w/c: 1.5k c/w: nsfw [mdni!!] (nothing too explicit just heavy petting & slight dry humping), secondhand embarrassment lol

"What am I going to do with the two of you?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Elise giggle, and you roll your eyes. You stay silent, and through sheer will, so does Chuuya.

"This is highly inappropriate, especially for two of my best executives," Mori sighs, rubbing his forehead. Your boss looks annoyed and flustered, considering the situation he just found you in. "Imagine if it was one of your subordinates."

"I would've told them to enjoy the show," Chuuya mumbles. Mori shoots him a disapproving look, and you shake your head without looking at him, trying your hardest to suppress a smile.

Half an Hour Earlier...

"Nakahara," You greet, stepping into the main meeting room at the Port Mafia base. You hold up a folder when he looks up from the table, surrounded by his subordinates.

Chuuya's eye glints when he says your name back. Then he turns to his inferiors, and his face morphs into a scowl. "Get out."

They all rush out around you, some tripping over their feet but all refusing to look you in the eye.

When the door finally closes, Chuuya flicks his hand out, the lock on the door turning.

"Got a report to give me, doll?" He teases, spreading his legs wide and patting his lap. "C'mere."

You twist your lips to stop a shy smile from breaking and walk toward him.

"Maybe," You say. "Maybe not."

The way he sits is intimidating, and if you hadn't known him for so long, you'd be scared of him. His chunky boots are on display, thanks to the hem of his pants rising. Your eyes flicker to his arms crossed over his chest, his lean biceps visible through the white material of his dress shirt. He must've removed his coat halfway through the meeting with his faction. And then your gaze drifts to his face. He wears a knowing smirk, and his blue eyes gleam in the setting sun through the large window. His hair looks particularly red in the warm light, and you want to brush the stray strands off his face.

Chuuya hums and guides your hips to sit on his lap. His gloved fingers are hot through the fabric of your pants, and you're sure your suit is going to burn off your body any second.

You place the folder on the table and shift so you're straddling his thighs.

He nods at the plastic sleeve lazily. "What's it about?"

You shrug. "Boss wanted me to bring it to you."

Chuuya nods and runs his hands up your thighs. You tuck his loose hair behind his ears, pushing some off his forehead.

"Quit that," He mumbles but makes no effort to move. You shake your head and brush your thumbs over his cheekbones. He says your name with a warning.

"Yes?" You ask, a smile on your face. Leaning forward, you press your lips against his forehead, then his cheeks, leaving red lipgloss marks in your path.

Chuuya scoffs in reply. "Brat."

You gape at him teasingly. "That's no way to talk to me."

"I guess you're right," He says, grabbing onto your ass before standing up and sitting you on the table. You bite your tongue to stop the yelp that climbs your throat at his sudden movement. "Guess I have to make it up to you."

"I guess you do." You exhale sharply when you feel his gloveless hands under your shirt. When did he take those off?

Chuuya's fingers dance on your back as you pull him closer by his bolo tie. Between your thighs, he presses himself against you, and you know you've teased him enough. Your legs circle around his hips, and you bring his face closer. Chuuya meets you halfway, lips crushing in a searing kiss. You lift your hands to his hair and slide his hat off, tossing it somewhere in the room.

Before he can pull away and complain or lecture you about the hat's intricate details, you find yourself breathing heavily from your nose as you exchange open-mouthed kisses. It’s hard and hungry, and soon, your coat is on the floor, your shirt following.

“Off,” You mutter against his lips, your fingers grasping his waist before fisting the material of his shirt and tugging it. “This needs to come off.”

"Where's your manners?" Chuuya snarls before pulling it over his head so there's no chance for you to break the buttons. He's replaced so many.

You don't reply, barely hearing him as you run your hands down his lean torso. Chuuya leans over you and pushes you gently onto the table. The wood is cold on your back, and you wrap your arms around his neck to bring his lips to yours.

He rubs his crotch against yours, and the delicious size of him makes you moan into his mouth. You tighten your thighs around him; the friction is so good it's almost painful.

"Fuck, doll..." Chuuya groans back, his fingers playing with the clasp on your bra.

You're so lost in your own mind and Chuuya's touch that you don't hear the lock turning and the door opening.

It's not until someone clears their throat and the breeze from the hallway causes goosebumps to gloss your skin that you're jumping up. You nearly headbutt Chuuya as you do so, arms retracting from his shoulders to cover your chest.

"The fuck?..." Chuuya spits, but his face drains when he sees who is at the door. "Boss—"

"Get dressed," Mori sighs. "My office."

And then he leaves, the shadow of him still lingering in the doorway as you button up your shirts in silence.

"Bets on whose getting fired first?" You say, picking up Chuuya's hat and putting it on your head.

"Shut it," He snaps, and you see the anger and lust in his eyes. Anger at Mori for barging in unannounced like this meeting room was your bedroom. Lust for obvious reasons. The sight makes you giggle.

"I hope he doesn't keep us long, I actually have a meeting at 5." Chuuya side-eyes you as you leave the room, pointedly ignoring your comment.

"Oh!" You pause in the hallway before Mori's office and turn to your boyfriend. "C'mere."

"Why?" His face screws up in irritation. And when you start wiping his cheeks, his face flushes red. "You just had to do that, didn't you?"

You tilt your head, wiping the last remnants of your lipgloss from his skin. "You're pretty."

Chuuya scowls and lets you kiss his cheek. "Let's get this over with."

Now...

Mori covers his face with his hands. "You know what this could mean for both of you if this gets out. Yes?"

Dread pours over your body like hot oil. Nodding, you glance at your boyfriend. His previous devilish look is gone, and in its place is carefully constructed fear that took you almost seven years to detect.

"It means," Mori says, assuming you and Chuuya don't know exactly what he's implying. "If anyone outside the PM finds out, they could use you against each other. Which is something this organisation doesn't need."

"Nobody knows," You blurt, wiping your sweaty palms on your dress pants. "We've told nobody about this."

Mori raises an eyebrow. "And how long has nobody known?"

If you'd been hiding this for no longer than a month, maybe you'd get out of this fine. Maybe Mori would understand and send you on your way unscathed. Maybe.

"Since we were sixteen."

Mori's mouth opens just a centimetre before he closes it again. He's stunned you've been able to keep this under wraps for so long. "Six years?"

"We are 22, yes?" You ask with a sickly sweet smile on your face. It's dangerous getting smart with the boss, but you're beyond uncomfortable and want to leave as soon as possible. You feel Chuuya's eyes burning a hole in the side of your face for being so careless.

"I see," Mori mumbles, ignoring the hysterical giggles coming from Elise. "Very well."

You raise your eyebrows at the lack of response. Chuuya visibly relaxes beside you.

"There's no way to punish you for this unprofessional behaviour, but if it's not affecting the organisation's function or your relationship with your subordinates, I don't care."

"But," Mori continues, his eye getting that authoritative glint. "You'll be assigned different missions from now on. There is to be no contact out on the field. Am I clear?"

"Dammit," Chuuya curses. "Are you kidding?"

"Yes, sir," You nod.

"Boss, that's bullshit, and you know it."

Mori ignores Chuuya and goes back to his paperwork. Your boyfriend huffs in frustration. The tension in the room pushes down on you, and when Mori dismisses you, clearly uncomfortable, you hurry out behind Chuuya, who takes his time opening the door and leaving.

Once outside, you grab Chuuya's shoulders and turn him around to find him wearing his usual smirk. He's pushed down the new rule for missions, but you know what he will say before it leaves his lips.

"You're not going to your meeting."

[need-a-name-101]

Hirotsu: can I be frank with you two?

15 Chuuya: I don’t know how changing your name is going to help us here but sure.

15 Dazai: can I still be Dazai?

15 Chuuya: shh, let Frank speak.