Chuuya: “Take a picture, it will last longer.”
Chuuya: “Take a picture, it will last longer.”
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Bungou Stray Dogs x Sanrio Characters
Me: I love this character sm uwu ❤
Also me: let's make him S U F F E R
Summary: "Maybe he’s a bit drunk already, he doesn’t know, but both knees are struggling to keep him upright and there’s a hot and white fog glazing his eyes, everything around him spins a bit too fast and he wants to get off the crazed carousel that his fucking life has become.
Dazai had left him."
Dazai left Port Mafia and Chuuya behind without saying goodbye, only to reappear a year later on the side of the Armed Detective Agency. Chuuya feels strongly about Dazai's betrayal.
Just deleted a draft about chuuya having a little sister (an oc of mine) but they aren't blood related and he saved her from attempting su!c!de and that that was a year ago that he saved her
I have no pride here we fucking go- This is my first time successful writing this shit :’)
Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader 18+ NSFW Content Ahead
The sound of keys twinkling at the door made your head perk up from your spot at the couch. Excitedly, you awaited for the person on the other side to finish up. As the door swung open, you could instantly hear a light groan appear as Chuuya stepped into the apartment.
“I’m home!” He called, shrugging his coat off his shoulders. Clearly he hadn’t spotted you from your spot on the couch as he rolled his shoulders back. You watched indulgently, admiring the somewhat tired but handsome ppearance he wore.
“Welcome home,” you smiled as he finally acknowledged your presence. You could tell that he enjoyed seeing you when he returned home. Something about your relaxed attire, which primarily consisted of an oversized t-shirt and nothing else was just a little too tempting for your hard-working lover.
“The boss sent me on a long ass mission today,” he muttered, cursing lightly, “Shitty enemies made me pull something.”
Heading over to you, he raised his arm to massage the back of his neck. At this you stood, offering him your spot. “How about a massage? You look like you need it~”
Chuuya stopped his own massage, resting the hand on his hip for a second whilst contemplating your offer. Finally, he let out a breathy chuckle and sat down. “Sure, why not?”
Once you had situated yourself on the other side of the couch, you rested your hands on his strong shoulders. You had to admit that he was rather attractive even like this. Without the coat in the way, you could see his light skin so much more easily.
Your hands continued to massage his shoulders and neck. Each second you hit a particularly soothing point, he tensed for a moment before relaxing again. It was almost addicting watching his reactions.
One circular motion to his shoulder joints and you could hear his breath hitch and then go back to normal.
Another firm press in between his shoulder blades and he twitched before leaning back just a little bit more.
Suddenly you were longing to see his expression. These actions never held any sensual ulterior motives but with the heavy silence only being replaced with his small groans and uneven breathing, this was clearly going to end differently than you intended.
And then the comment that practically made you lose your sanity right then and there.
“Fuck, you’re so good at this, Babe”
The butterflies swarming in your stomach had dropped. “Am I?” Hands slowly moved over his shoulders, sliding across his chest and heading lower before resting on the waistband of those terribly tight pants.
“Should I do it more often then?” Your breath grazed across his ear and although you couldn’t see his eyes, you could hear the sound of his breath hitch when your fingers tapped against the metal button of his slacks.
A low chuckle appeared as his gloved hands enveloped around your wrists. “I’m still a little sore, Love. Don’t tell me you plan on ending the massage there.”
Finally, he leaned his head back. Looking up at you with deliciously glazed eyes. You smiled almost innocently, pressing a kiss against his chapped lips. Though apparently it was just a tad too short as when you pulled away, his first instinct was to chase after your addictive lips.
He stared up at you before letting go of your wrists. A small smirk tugging at his lips. “Come here,” he murmured, patting his thigh.
Obeying you rounded the couch once more, fully aware of the predatory eyes watching you like a hawk. Of course, his gaze was settled on the loose end of the oversized shirt you wore.
As you grew near, his hands instantly went to your thighs, lightly caressing your skin before attempting to move upwards, lifting the bottom of the shirt ever so slightly. Another smirk up at you before his fiery, teasing touch receded and he guided your legs to straddle his lap.
“Tell me what you want, Princess.”
You stayed silent for a second or two, not wanting to give into the pleasure he was almost guaranteed to give you not satisfy his own personal desires just yet. So instead you merely gave him an uninterested hum.
Though, unsatisfied with that teasing gleam in your eyes, he glided his gloved hands back up your thighs, and underneath the loose t-shirt before hovering his talented fingers over your sex.
“Say it.” His voice was husky, soft and practically liquid gold against your lips. But your clear refusal to use your words only appeared to make that seductive smirk grow.
His left hand had moved upwards, resting on the small of your back and practically dragging the rest of your shirt up along with it; Leaving your precious sex exposed to his greedy eyes. The delicacy of his sensual touch left you anxious as his right hand began to toy with you. Gently stroking and caressing your sensitivity through the thin cloth covering it.
You whimpered at the roll of his fingers against your covered sex, gripping his shoulders and biting your lip to avoid satisfying his urge to usher those painfully sinful whines out of you.
And he loved every second of it. The twitch of your hips when he grazed a particularly good spot all the way down to the way your breathing grew increasingly shallow. Another dark chuckle from your redheaded lover had a shiver crawling up your spine.
“I want to fucking hear you.” He stopped suddenly, only letting the ghost of his administrations fade away from your body. Your eyes had blown wide full of lust and desire.
More, more, more.
A heavy and growing incantation of your shameful yearning for Chuuya’s touch.
“Please,” you finally whined. He smiled smugly as your hands practically dug into his shoulders. “Please. I want…”
“What? Tell me what you fucking want, Baby.”
“I want you. Please I want you…” you cried, feeling his hand go back to its original spot near your aching sex. “No… I need you. I need you, Chuuya.”
That was all it took before that overcast stare swallowed you up entirely.
“Then let’s continue this massage.”
Taglist: @whorefordazai since we both wanted this- I’m not tagging anyone else since ik my usual taglist has minors in it :’)
Chuuya Nakahara || Bungou Stray Dogs
‡ Bungou Stray Dogs - Episode 26
Bsd = Pokémon 7
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Happy Father's Day! 💐 💐
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Chuuya: When you said you’d do “magic in the bed”. this wasn’t exactly what i was expecting.
Dazai: [holds up a 8 of hearts] is this your card?
Chuuya: [softly] Holy shit
Happy Dazai Day