#yandere chuuya

[chuuyrr]

ᡣ𐭩 YOU'RE NO GOOD FOR ME, BUT BABY I WANT YOU — YANDERE! NAKAHARA CHUUYA .ᐟ

ᡣ𐭩 CW(s): f! reader, possessive behavior, implied stalking, manipulation, suggestive theme (middle part), not proofread

ᡣ𐭩 SYNOPSIS: in which you have no idea just how far a lovesick man like him would go for someone like you

ᡣ𐭩 NOW PLAYING: diet mountain dew by lana del rey

A.N.: this is my first time writing with um, a yandere concept, especially for chuuya. so i hope it's ok ( ՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞ )

from across the bustling cafe, chuuya's gaze fixates on you, his heart quickening with every laugh that escapes your lips. the way you carry yourself, with an effortless grace that seems to defy gravity, it's mesmerizing.

he can't help but feel drawn to you, as if you possess some magnetic pull that tugs at his very soul.

as he watches you, a pang of guilt gnaws at chuuya's conscience. what started as innocent admiration now feels tainted, as if he's crossed some unseen boundary.

the realization dawns on him like a sudden storm, crashing down with the force of a revelation: he's been... stalking you.

he tries to shake off the feeling, to convince himself that he's simply infatuated with your beauty, but deep down, he knows the truth. his feelings for you have crossed the line into obsession, a love that knows no bounds.

as he sits there, pretending to be just another face in the crowded cafe, chuuya can't help but wonder what he's capable of in the name of love. the line between admiration and obsession blurs, and he finds himself teetering on the edge.

chuuya lets out a sigh, a mixture of longing and guilt swirling in his chest. he knows he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be indulging in his obsession, but he can't help himself. with a shaky hand, he pulls out his phone, fingers trembling as he unlocks the screen.

a soft chuckle escapes his lips as he scrolls through the gallery, each image a testament to his infatuation. there you are, captured in various moments of joy and serenity, each picture a precious memento of his secret admiration. he traces his thumb over the screen, memorizing every curve of your smile, every glimmer in your eyes.

but even as he admires the images, a pang of guilt washes over him like a tidal wave. what right does he have to invade your privacy like this, to capture moments that were never meant for his eyes?

he knows he's crossing a line, but in this twisted game of love, there's no turning back.

he knows that he can't escape the truth: he's fallen too far, too deep, into the abyss of his own obsession.

after you finish your iced coffee, chuuya's gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, committing every detail of your departure to memory. he watches as you rise from your seat, the movements of your body graceful and fluid, like a dancer on stage.

with practiced precision, chuuya slips out of his seat, blending seamlessly into the crowd as he follows you from a safe distance. his steps are silent, his presence nothing more than a whisper in the bustling cafe.

as you make your way down the street, chuuya matches your pace, his heart pounding in his chest with each beat. he knows where you're headed, knows the path you'll take like the back of his hand. after all, he's studied you for so long, memorized every detail of your routine.

but as he follows you, a sense of unease washes over him, a nagging voice in the back of his mind warning him of the dangers that lie ahead. he knows he should turn back, should leave you be and forget about his foolish obsession.

his knowledge of your exact routines and favorites guides his every move. he knows which streets you prefer to walk down, which cafes you frequent, and even your favorite spots to linger in the afternoon sun.

with each step, chuuya's mind replays the countless hours he's spent observing you, studying your habits like a scientist with their most precious specimen. he knows the way you take your coffee, the exact temperature you prefer, and the subtle nuances of your smile when you're lost in thought.

it's both exhilarating and terrifying, this intimate knowledge he holds of you. exhilarating because it makes him feel closer to you than anyone else, as if he's unlocked the secrets to your heart, and terrifying because it's a reminder of just how deeply his obsession runs, how far he's willing to go to make you his own.

memories of the lives he's taken, not just for the port mafia, but for you, flood his thoughts. he recalls the faces of those who dared to look at you the wrong way, the ones who tried to get too close, and the ones who posed even the slightest threat to your safety.

each life taken weighs heavily on his conscience, a burden he carries with him every moment of every day. but for chuuya, it's all been worth it, if only to ensure your safety, to keep you by his side, where he believes you belong.

but despite the turmoil raging within him, chuuya remains steadfast in his pursuit. he tells himself that it's all for love, that his actions are justified in the name of his undying devotion to you.

with your routines and preferences meticulously mapped out in his mind, chuuya takes a calculated step forward in his plan. his fingers trace over the smooth surface of your wallet, a small but crucial piece in his elaborate scheme. he holds it delicately, as if it were a precious treasure, knowing that it holds the key to unlocking a world of possibilities.

in his mind, he's already orchestrated every detail, every move carefully choreographed to bring his vision to life. he knows just how to use your wallet to his advantage, to create the perfect opportunity to insert himself into your life in ways you could never have imagined.

as he stands there, clutching your wallet in his hand, chuuya can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration coursing through his veins. this is his moment, his chance to finally make his mark on your world, to become an indispensable part of your life.

with a sly smile playing on his lips, chuuya sets the stage, laying the groundwork for his grand plan to unfold. and as he looks ahead to the future—you.

and so, with a sense of anticipation building within him, chuuya carefully approaches you, your wallet held securely in his hand. he waits for the perfect moment, when you're distracted by the hustle and bustle of the street, before making his move.

with a practiced ease, chuuya feigns surprise, his voice carrying a sense of urgency as he calls out to you. "excuse me, miss! you dropped your wallet!" he exclaims, his tone laced with concern as he holds out the wallet for you to see.

you turn to face him, a look of confusion flashing across your features before recognition dawns in your eyes, "oh, thank you so much!" you reply, relief evident in your voice as you reach out to take the wallet from his outstretched hand.

but before you can grasp it, huuya's eyes flicker down to the ID nestled inside, a triumphant smile playing on his lips as he takes note of your name. "i just happened to see your ID inside," he says smoothly, his tone casual as he returns the wallet to you.

as you take the wallet from him, chuuya can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over him. his plan is in motion, and soon, you'll be drawn into his world in ways you never thought possible.

a genuine smile brightens your face as you accept the wallet from chuuya's hand, gratitude evident in your every word, "thank you so much! i can't believe i almost lost it," you exclaim, your voice filled with relief as you carefully tuck the wallet back into your bag.

you continue to thank chuuya repeatedly, your words tumbling out in a rush as you express just how much the wallet means to you, "i have all my important cards and money in here, so it really means a lot," you explain, your tone sincere as you glance down at the wallet nestled safely in your possession.

chuuya listens to your ramblings with a sense of satisfaction, his heart swelling with pride at the thought of being able to help you in your time of need. he nods along, offering a reassuring smile as he basks in the warmth of your gratitude.

but beneath the facade of kindness lies a darker truth, a truth that chuuya dare not speak aloud. for in the depths of his obsession, there lies a hunger, a craving to possess you entirely. and as he watches you walk away, a sense of determination fills him, driving him ever closer to his ultimate goal.

with a silent vow, chuuya sets his sights on the future, his mind already spinning with plans to ensure that you'll never slip through his fingers again. and as he disappears into the crowd, a twisted smile plays on his lips, a silent promise of things to come.

in the days that follow, chuuya orchestrates his encounters with you with meticulous precision, each bump, each touch carefully calculated to bring him closer to you. he knows your favorite spots, your daily routines, and he uses this knowledge to his advantage.

with a seemingly innocent smile, chuuya "accidentally" brushes past you on the bustling streets, his heart racing with anticipation as he feels the warmth of your presence. he apologizes profusely, his tone genuine but his intentions hidden beneath layers of charm.

to any onlookers, it appears as though these encounters are nothing more than chance, mere coincidences in the chaos of everyday life. but to chuuya, each moment shared with you is a precious opportunity, a chance to inch closer to the object of his obsession.

as he continues to bump into you, chuuya finds himself drawn deeper into your world, his desire to be a part of your life growing with each passing day. he savors the fleeting moments of connection, each touch, each glance igniting a fire within him that refuses to be extinguished.

but behind the facade of innocence lies a darker truth, a truth that chuuya dare not confront. for in his quest to make you his own, he's willing to blur the lines between coincidence and manipulation, all in the name of love.

and as he walks away from each encounter, a sense of determination fills him, driving him ever closer to his ultimate goal. for chuuya knows that one day, he will no longer be a stranger in your life, but a permanent fixture, a part of your world in ways you could never have imagined.

as chuuya continues to orchestrate his encounters with you, he finds himself drawn deeper into the web of his own making. each "accidental" bump, each fleeting touch only serves to fuel his desire to be a part of your life.

one day, as he brushes past you on the crowded street, he can't help but let out a soft chuckle. "oops, my apologies," he says with a charming smile, his heart pounding with excitement at the closeness of your presence.

you offer a polite smile in return, but chuuya can see the curiosity in your eyes. "seems like we keep running into each other," you remark, a hint of amusement in your voice.

chuuya nods, playing along with the charade. "yes, it's quite the coincidence, isn't it?" he replies, his tone casual but his mind racing with thoughts of you.

you nod in agreement as well, a small smile playing on your lips as you acknowledge the repeated encounters. "yes, it does seem like fate keeps bringing us together," you say, your voice tinged with a hint of curiosity.

chuuya's heart skips a beat at your words, his excitement bubbling beneath the surface as he struggles to contain his emotions. "perhaps it does," he replies, his voice smooth and reassuring, masking the turmoil brewing within him.

as days turn into weeks, chuuya finds himself unable to shake the desire to be closer to you.with each passing encounter, his longing only grows stronger, his need to unravel the mysteries of your life consuming him.

and so, when you cross paths once again, chuuya seizes the opportunity to take the next step, "say, how about we grab a coffee together?" he suggests, his voice casual but his eyes betraying a hint of eagerness.

you pause, considering his offer for a moment before nodding with a smile, "sure, i'd like that," you reply, your curiosity piqued by the prospect of getting to know him better.

chuuya's heart skips a beat at your acceptance, a surge of excitement coursing through him at the thought of spending more time with you. "great, i know a charming little cafe nearby," he says, his tone warm and inviting as he gestures for you to follow.

as you walk together, chuuya can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the prospect of getting to know you better. with each step, he finds himself growing more captivated by your presence, more determined to make you his own.

you enter the cozy cafe together, and chuuya can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within him.

as you sit across from chuuya in the quaint cafe, sipping your coffee, a sense of unease begins to gnaw at the edges of your mind. it's subtle at first, a nagging feeling that something isn't quite right, but as the conversation progresses, it grows stronger.

you can't help but notice how chuuya seems to know things about you before you even have a chance to tell him. he mentions your favorite coffee order, the book you're currently reading, even the name of your childhood pet.

it's all too familiar, too intimate for someone you've just met.

as the realization dawns on you, a chill runs down your spine. how could chuuya possibly know these things about you unless... unless he's been watching you, studying you in secret?

your heart pounds in your chest as you struggle to maintain your composure, your mind racing with questions and doubts. could it be possible that chuuya has been following you, observing you from afar, all this time?

the thought sends a shiver down your spine, and suddenly, the warm atmosphere of the cafe feels suffocating. tou find yourself growing wary of chuuya, his charming smile now tinged with a hint of menace in your eyes.

“oh, leaving so soon?” chuuya asks in a joking manner, yet you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you crack a smile.

“mhm, i need to go now. let's see each other sometime again.. maybe..” you trail the last part in a soft murmur as you get up and take your bag with you.

as you excuse yourself from the table, promising to meet again soon, you can't help but feel a sense of relief at the prospect of escaping his presence.

however, as days pass, and days turn into weeks, the feeling of being watched weighs heavy on your mind. you notice chuuya lingering nearby whenever you leave your apartment, his presence a constant reminder of the unease that gnaws at you.

at first, you try to brush off your paranoia as mere coincidence. perhaps chuuya lives nearby, you tell yourself, or maybe he just happens to frequent the same places as you. but deep down, you know that something isn't right.

one evening, as you return home from work, you catch a glimpse of chuuya standing across the street from your apartment building. his eyes meet yours for a brief moment before he quickly looks away, but the intensity of his gaze sends a chill down your spine.

you try to shake off the feeling of dread that settles over you, telling yourself that you're being irrational. but as time go by and chuuya's presence becomes increasingly frequent, you can't help but feel like you're being watched, like every move you make is being scrutinized.

your once peaceful walks through the neighborhood now feel like a game of cat and mouse, with chuuya always lurking just out of sight. you find yourself constantly looking over your shoulder, jumping at every sound, every shadow that crosses your path.

chuuya curses himself for allowing his obsession to spiral out of control, for letting his actions make you grow increasingly paranoid. he knows he's been too showy, too careless in his pursuit of you, and now he's paying the price for his recklessness.

as he sits alone in his room, surrounded by the polaroid pictures he's taken of you, chuuya can't help but feel a sense of shame wash over him. each image serves as a painful reminder of his misguided attempts to win your affection, to make you see him as more than just a stranger.

he sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration as he stares at the photographs strewn across his bed. some are neatly arranged on his nightstand, next to a bottle of lotion and a box of tissues, a stark reminder of the fantasies he's indulged in when he's alone.

as chuuya gazes at the polaroid pictures scattered across his bed, a mixture of longing and guilt washes over him. each image is a precious memento of his obsession, a snapshot of the moments he's stolen from you, captured forever in his memory.

he traces his fingers over the glossy surface of the photographs, his heart aching with desire as he recalls the stolen glances, the secret moments he's shared with you. there's one picture in particular that catches his eye, a snapshot of you in a cute sleepwear, your hair tousled and a peaceful expression on your face as you sleep.

chuuya's breath catches in his throat as he stares at the image, his mind flooded with forbidden fantasies of what he wishes he could do to you. he imagines himself by your side, his hands trailing over your soft skin, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along your neck.

as chuuya sits alone in his room, the desire to possess you consumes him like a raging inferno. he can't help but imagine what it would be like to touch you, to caress your skin and hold you close, to shower you with all the love and affection he's been harboring inside.

his hands tremble with the intensity of his longing, his heart pounding in his chest as he pictures himself by your side, lost in a world of ecstasy. he can almost feel the warmth of your body pressed against his, hear the soft sighs of pleasure escaping your lips as he showers you with kisses.

he wanted you so bad, his longing bold,

to have and hold, his heart untold.

in his silent whispers, his desires unfold,

for you, his love, forever enfold.

you go about your daily routine, an unsettling feeling creeps over you, a sense of being watched that sends a chill down your spine. you glance around nervously, but there's nothing out of the ordinary—just the bustling city streets and the familiar faces of passersby.

but the feeling persists, growing stronger with each passing moment, until you can't shake the sensation that someone is following you, lurking in the shadows just out of sight. panic begins to rise within you, and without thinking, you break into a run, desperate to escape whoever—or whatever—is trailing after you.

your heart pounds in your chest as you dart down alleyways and side streets, your footsteps echoing in the empty night. every shadow seems to conceal a threat, every sound sending shivers down your spine as you try to outrun the invisible predator that hunts you.

but no matter how fast you run, you can't shake the feeling that you're being followed, that whoever is stalking you is always one step behind. It's a game of cat and mouse, predator and prey, and you're the unwitting victim caught in the crosshairs.

with each passing moment, the fear threatens to consume you, until you're left gasping for breath, your legs burning with exertion as you finally come to a stop, your back pressed against a cold brick wall. and as you glance around frantically, searching for any sign of your pursuer, a sinking feeling washes over you—you're trapped, with nowhere left to run.

you bolt off once more to run but you collide with someone in your frantic attempt to escape, panic courses through you like a bolt of lightning.

before you can react, strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close, and a hand clamps over your mouth, muffling any cries for help.

“no! m-mmph!” your muffled cries echoes.

your heart hammers in your chest as you struggle against your captor, but their grip is ironclad, unyielding in its hold. you thrash and kick, desperate to break free, but it's no use. whoever has you is stronger, more determined, and you're powerless to stop them.

"it's okay. come on, now," he hushes.

and then, as the initial shock begins to fade, a sense of dread washes over you as you realize the truth—you know this person.

it's chuuya, the very man you've been trying to escape from, the one who's been stalking you, hunting you like prey.

terror grips you like a vice as you meet chuuya's gray blue eyes, seeing the twisted desire burning within them. he's been watching you, following you, and now he's finally caught you, trapped you in his web of obsession.

you struggle to break free, to scream for help, but chuuya's hold on you is unrelenting. his grip tightens, his eyes blazing with a mixture of hunger and triumph, and you know that you're at his mercy, that there's no escape from the darkness that surrounds you.

chuuya's lips brush against the top of your head, his touch strangely tender despite the fear coursing through your veins, "shh, it's okay," he murmurs soothingly, his voice a soft whisper against your ear. "you're safe with me."

but his words offer little comfort as you continue to struggle against him, your cries muffled by his hand pressed firmly over your mouth. tears stream down your cheeks as you plead with him to let you go, your voice a desperate whimper in the darkness.

chuuya's grip tightens around you, his hold unyielding as he buries his face into your hair, inhaling your scent with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine. "god, you smell so sweet," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "i've been waiting so long for this moment, for the chance to finally be with you, [name],"

your pleas fall on deaf ears as chuuya continues to hold you tightly, his grip unyielding despite your frantic struggles. tears blur your vision as you beg him to release you, your voice trembling with fear and desperation.

"please," you whimper, your words muffled by his hand over your mouth, "let me go, please..."

but chuuya only hushes you sweetly, his touch surprisingly gentle against your skin, "shh, my love," he murmurs, his voice laced with a twisted affection. "don't be afraid. i'm here for you."

his words send a shiver down your spine, a chill of dread creeping into your heart. you know that you're in danger, that chuuya's intentions are far from pure, but you're powerless to stop him, trapped in his embrace with no hope of escape.

as you continue to struggle against him, chuuya's grip tightens, his hold becoming more possessive with each passing moment, "there's no need to be afraid," he whispers, his voice soft and soothing. "i'll take care of you, my darling. you'll see."

chuuya's lips brush against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he whispers softly, his voice tinged with a hint of madness, "do you think we'll be in love forever, my dear?"

he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin, "now that i finally have you in my arms?"

"what the hell, chuuya!" was all you manage to say out as you squirm and thrash around.

you can feel his lips curve into a twisted smile as he speaks, his chuckle sending a chill down your spine. despite the fear coursing through your veins, you can't help but feel a sense of despair at his words, the realization sinking in that you're trapped in the clutches of a man consumed by his own obsession.

chuuya's grip tightens around you, his hold possessive as he continues to hold you close, "i know I'm no good for you," he admits with a gentle sigh, his voice filled with self-loathing, "and you're no good for me. but i can't help it—i love you too much to let go.”

chuuya's grip tightens around you as he senses your growing panic, his fingers pressing against your lips to silence any protest that threatens to escape, "hush now, my love," he whispers, his voice a soft murmur in the darkness, "there's no need to be afraid. i'll take care of everything, and that's a promise."

your thrashing and squirming only seem to amuse chuuya, his grip tightening around you as he watches your futile struggles with a twisted grin, "oh, my dear, you're so feisty," he chuckles softly, his voice sending shivers down your spine, "but i wouldn't recommend trying to escape. it would only make things... unpleasant."

his words are laced with a thinly veiled threat, and a chill runs down your spine as you realize the depths of his madness.

"you wouldn't want me to use gravity on you, baby? yeah?" he says, his voice still dripping with a promised threat, and for a second, you see a faint red glow surround his body.

you know that you're in grave danger, that chuuya's obsession has driven him to the brink of insanity, and now you're at his mercy, with no hope of escape.

as you continue to struggle against him, chuuya's grip tightens even further, his fingers digging into your flesh with a painful intensity, "you belong to me now," he whispers, his voice cold and menacing, "and if you try to fight me, i'll make sure you regret it."

tears stream down your cheeks as you apologize tearfully, the weight of chuuya's threats bearing down on you like a leaden weight.

"i-i'm sorry," you whimper, your voice trembling with fear and desperation. "please, i didn't mean to... i'll do whatever you want, just please don't hurt me..."

your words seem to have the desired effect on chuuya, his expression softening as he watches your tears fall, "there, there, my dear," he coos, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "no need to cry. everything will be alright, i promise."

but despite his soothing words, you can't shake the feeling of dread that lingers in the pit of your stomach. you know that chuuya's promises are empty, that his love is nothing more than a twisted obsession, and now you're trapped in his web, with no hope of escape.

as he continues to hold you close, you can't help but wonder—will you ever find a way to break free from his clutches, or are you doomed to be lost to his madness forever? only time will tell, but for now, all you can do is pray for a miracle to save you from the darkness that surrounds you.

you continue to find yourself trembling in fear, tears streaming down your cheeks as you lie beside chuuya in his bed after he had successfully kidnapped you, even with a bit of resistance from you. his arms wrap around you possessively, holding you close as if you were a prized possession.

your tearful eyes drift to the polaroid pictures scattered around the room, each one a haunting reminder of chuuya's twisted obsession with you. images of yourself captured in moments of vulnerability, stolen from your life without your knowledge or consent.

the realization hits you like a ton of bricks—chuuya has been stalking you for months, watching your every move, studying your habits and routines. the thought sends a shiver down your spine, the full extent of his obsession finally sinking in.

feeling your trembling form beside him, chuuya's expression softens with a mixture of concern and twisted affection. gently, he brushes his lips against your tears, kissing them away with a tenderness that belies the darkness lurking within him.

as he holds you close, his arms wrapped around you firmly, chuuya presses you closer to him, seeking to soothe your fear with his presence. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine.

"shh, my love," he murmurs softly, his voice a whispered promise in the darkness, "you're safe with me. i'll never let anything happen to you."

as chuuya's lips graze your neck in a twisted attempt at comfort, you can't help but shudder at his touch, the conflicting sensations of fear and longing warring within you.

tears continue to trickle down your cheeks as he trails kisses along your skin, his hands caressing your waist and back with a possessiveness that sends a chill down your spine.

you suppress a sob, the overwhelming sense of helplessness washing over you as you realize the depth of chuuya's obsession. despite the terror coursing through your veins, a part of you can't deny the twisted desire that stirs within you at his touch.

but as chuuya holds you close, his touch both comforting and suffocating, you can't help but wonder—how did it come to this? how did you become the victim in his twisted game of love and obsession? and as you lie there, tears staining your cheeks, you know that there are no easy answers, no simple explanations for the nightmare that has become your reality.

all you can do is pray for a miracle to save you from the darkness that surrounds you, to find a way to break free from chuuya's clutches before it's too late. but for now, all you can do is endure, as his kisses and caresses serve as a cruel reminder of the nightmare from which you may never wake.

chuuya's whispers of eternal love send a shiver down your spine, his words both comforting and chilling in their intensity, "we'll be in love forever, my dear," he murmurs softly, his voice tinged with a hint of madness, "even if i know you were no good for me, even if you've made me into someone i never thought i could be."

chuuya's voice breaks the silence once more, soft and earnest as he whispers those three words that hold so much weight.

"i love you," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion, his gaze searching yours for any sign of reciprocation.

for a moment, the words hang in the air, heavy with meaning, and somehow, they stir something within you. despite the fear and uncertainty that grips your heart, a small spark of something akin to warmth begins to flicker deep inside.

you find yourself drawn to chuuya's sincerity, his vulnerability laid bare before you, and against your better judgment, you feel a glimmer of something stir within you—a faint echo of the love he professes.

chuuya's eyes search yours, a hint of desperation mingling with hope as he waits for your response, "do you love me back?" he asks, his voice trembling with anticipation, his heart hanging in the balance.

caught off guard by his question, you feel a surge of conflicting emotions swirling within you. fear and uncertainty vie for dominance, but deep down, there's a part of you that longs for the safety and security that chuuya offers, twisted though it may be.

and so, despite the doubts that linger in the depths of your mind, you find yourself nodding in agreement, your voice barely above a whisper as you reply, "yes, i do."

chuuya's lips curl into a tender smile as he hears your response, a sense of relief washing over him at your agreement, "you're such a good girl," he murmurs softly, his voice filled with affection as he continues to hold you close to his chest.

he brushes a strand of hair away from your face with tender eyes as he kisses your cheek this time before he rests his forehead against yours.

as you lie together in his bed, the tension that had gripped you beginning to ease, chuuya hums softly, the sound soothing and melodic. it's as if he's trying to lull you to sleep, to erase the fear and uncertainty that still linger in the air.

it's a strange sensation, given the circumstances, but somehow, you can't help but feel a sense of comfort in his presence.

you listen to the sound of his voice, the rise and fall of each note, and with each passing moment, the fear and uncertainty that had gripped you begin to fade away, replaced by a strange sense of tranquility.

as the background noise seems to fade into the distance, you find yourself drawn to the steady rhythm of chuuya's humming, the sound wrapping around you like a warm embrace. with each note, you feel yourself sinking deeper into a sense of calm, your mind finally quieting after hours of turmoil.

closing your eyes, you lean into chuuya's touch, feeling the warmth of his forehead against yours, a silent reassurance of his presence. in this moment, it's as if you've accepted your fate.

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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.

#yandere #bungo stray dogs #bungo #x reader #fanfic #fyodor #bsd fyodor #chuuya nakahara #fyodor dostoevsky #chuuya fanfic #dazai #dazai fanfic #dazai osamu #jouno fanfic #jouno saigiku #jouno x reader #yandere fyodor #yandere chuuya #yandere dazai #tetchou fanfic #tetchou #tetchou suehiro #yandere tetchou #yandere jouno #yandere nikolai #nikolai gogol #nikolai x reader #yan #yan x reader #yandere x reader

[after-witch]

To the Top [Yandere Chuuya x Reader]

Title: To the Top [Yandere Chuuya x Reader]

Synopsis: Over the past few months of your pregnancy, you’ve never been sweeter to Chuuya. Little does he know that for every smile you’ve given him, you’ve stashed away something for your escape. 

Word count: 3100ish

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, reader is pregnant, abusive behavior  (chains, restrictions, food control, etc)

Life in this shut-up penthouse was never exactly invigorating--but over the past few months it has become unbearable. And that unbearable, stifling heaviness weighing you down every single day has taken its toll in more ways than one. 

It’s made you feel like you’re going to lose it at any moment. It’s made you feel like you’d rather be anywhere than here.

You want to get out.

Chuuya had rules for you, of course, when he first started keeping you here. They came slow--a leash that tightened before you realized it--and sure. 

But now, with your belly swollen and growing bigger by the day, he’s completely taken control. 

You’re not allowed to go outside, even with Chuuya, even surrounded by bodyguards ready to take a bullet or unload them into any would-be assassins. Those brief bouts of fresh air were one of the few bright spots in your life, now blotted out from Chuuya’s paranoia of losing you. 

You’re not allowed to use your exercise bike or take a swim in the heated indoor pool tucked in the basement. It doesn’t matter how much you argue that you should be exercising for the sake of your health, because Chuuya says he does let you exercise. According to him, anyway.

He only lets you do the mildest--and you do mean mildest--of aerobic exercises in the pool. Only under supervision, and the moment you look like you want to start leaning into the water and getting in a nice backstroke, Chuuya orders you out and you’d best comply if you ever want to see the pool again for the next 2 years.

You’re not allowed to eat whatever you want, even when your cravings feel like they’re going to eat you from the inside out. He doesn’t starve you, no, no, no. But you can’t have a big juicy cheeseburger topped with bacon and a side of onion rings, a heavenly concoction that makes you drool just to think of it. 

If you must have a burger, and it’s a big if--Chuuya allows you to eat a made-from-scratch ground turkey burger with low fat cheese and a side of mashed sweet potato (no butter, no extra salt!) all courtesy of the well-trained personal chef Chuuya hired to live in the building. 

They’re the reason you are eating three square meals and two snacks a day, and the reason each and every meal is perfectly designed to eat every nutrition goal. Everything you eat is always nutritious and sure, the food isn’t disgusting… but it’s not fucking fair, is it, that you can’t just eat what you want when you want. 

Chuuya insists you eat only the best of foods. He makes sure every meal comes with a little cup of medicine--prenatal vitamins and anything else the doctor thinks will help keep you safe during your pregnancy. 

He doesn’t let you run around or fret or clean or do much of anything at all. He doesn’t want you to exert yourself, he says. You can’t eat what you want or do what you want or go where you want. 

It’s all too much.

You fought at first. You argued. You pleaded. But it didn’t do anything but make Chuuya tighten his hold on you.

And that’s why you accept his rules now with the utmost of patience and sweetness that you can muster. Oh, you haven’t given in. You aren’t meekly submitting to Chuuya and agreeing that he surely knows what’s best for you.

You’re just biding your time for the day when you can get the hell out of here.

Besides, you needed a little bit of freedom if you were going to escape. And a little bit of freedom was all you were going to get.

Early on in the pregnancy, Chuuya kept you locked in the bedroom when he was away because you fought him too much. A chain around your ankle kept you from even trying to get out the bedroom door.

Yes, you were given food by a stoic bodyguard throughout the day and it wasn’t like you were left to fend for yourself, but still. It would be impossible to leave if you were stuck in the bedroom all day.

Now, though, Chuuya lets you walk around the penthouse when he’s gone. He allows the chef to premake some of your meals so that you can microwave them if he’s not here to feed you; you can watch a movie in the living room or take a nap on your shared bed or whatever you’d like, as long as it’s quiet and calming. 

Because you’re good, and you’ve behaved, and you let him do what’s best for you. 

It’s not a lot of freedom. But it’s enough to give you the chance to start stashing away supplies for your escape; it’s enough to give you the perfect moment to pretend to fall asleep on the sofa before Chuuya leaves one day, so you can look just in time to see the passcode he enters on the electronic lock attached to the front door.

It’s enough to put you on the path towards freedom. 

--

Chuuya paces back and forth so rapidly that you’re starting to feel a bit dizzy. There’s a framed picture of flowers--your favorite--on the wall behind him, and you focus on that to keep yourself steady. Chuuya… flowers… Chuuya… flowers. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t go tonight. I could send someone else for this.”

“Chuuya.” 

“Or I can send one of my guards to stay in the apartment while I’m gone. Just to be safe? Shit, I don’t know.” 

“Chuuya.”

“Fuck it, I’ll call it in, I’m not going--”

“Chuuya.”

He stops, and you take the opportunity to step forward and grasp both of his hands in yours. You pull them against your chest and watch as his expression goes from agitated and fretful to sweet, almost puppy-love. Every time you touch him without being told, it’s like you can see a sweet light spark in his eyes. Too bad you lost your spark a while ago. 

“Go,” you say, soft and sweet and so fake you wonder that he can’t see through it. “I’ll be fine. The building’s being guarded, and the door will be locked.” The tension begins to melt from his shoulders, and you continue. “Just come home safe, all right?”

His frown holds for only a moment more, then it splits into a grin.

“Yeah. Yeah… You’re right.” He lifts his hands, taking yours with them, so that he can press a short kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll be back in the early morning--don’t wait up for me, you two need your sleep. Got it?”

We won’t be here when you get back, you think. “I know. We’ll go to bed early,” you say. 

And then you lean forward and kiss him softly on the lips, your stomach brushing against him as you do. 

He expects a kiss whenever he leaves and you’re almost happy to give it, tonight, because you know it will be the last one he ever gets from you. 

--

You don’t act right away. You’re not stupid. It’s about 2 hours after he leaves that the plan is ready to set into motion. In the meantime, you’ve read and reread the same page of your book a thousand times; sweat has begun to cling to your back as your eyes dart from the page to the clock. 

The sensation of your stomach in knots is equaled only by the frenzy of activity inside your belly--you swear they can sense what’s going on. Can they feel how your heart has begun to race? Can they tell that your muscles are tense? That your ears are strained, listening for the sound of his footsteps, in case he changed his mind?

You’re thankful that you’re not alone when you finally retrieve your bag from its hiding spot. You’ve got supplies. Some cash, food, a few water bottles. Underwear, clothes--yours and the babies--and some of the baby things Chuuya has already picked up. A blanket, a package of bottles, in case he doesn’t take to the breast.

It’s not a lot. But it will be enough to get you through to safety and freedom, and that’s all that really matters.

The bag shifts on your shoulders as you stand at the door, heart pounding, breath coming in short puffs. The guards outside the door are doing their rounds--back and forth, stopping in front of the front door of the penthouse and again at the door of the elevator just a few steps away, then going round the corner to complete a circle. 

It takes them 15 seconds to walk down the hallway once they walk away from the elevator. And you have about 60 seconds to get from the front door into the elevator before they come back. Maybe 90 seconds, maybe 2 minutes, if they stop to chat. They don’t do that with any regularity, so it’s impossible to plan for it. So you don’t. 

Instead, you count, one hand on your belly, one hand poised above the numbers on the electronic lock. It makes a noise so you have to wait to just… the right… time…

Now.

Despite all of the careful planning that went into this, as soon as your fingers press the code in, all thinking seems to cease. You are running on pure instinct. The door opens and you don’t even look to make sure the guards aren’t there, instead you fly right to the elevator door and push down.

It could all go wrong here. If someone is in the elevator, if someone is coming up from the floors, if the elevator didn’t return to the top after Chuuya left.

But the door has mercy and opens right away, and you rush into it, almost tripping over the threshold. Your finger trembles onto the close door button and it shuts. You don’t hear shouts. You don’t hear panic.

They didn’t see you.

Timing, again, is everything. You press the fifth floor so that the elevator will stop there long enough for the guards at the bottom to--you hope, you hope, you hope, if you timed it right--be around the corner as well. But there’s no telling if your timing is correct here. Maybe they don’t leave the doors at all, on the bottom floor. Maybe there are more guards, maybe they take shifts. All these maybes ball up in your stomach and take the air out of you as the elevator reaches the ground floor and opens.

You rush out without looking, but no one is there. You’re at the private back entrance and you don’t waste time thinking about how lucky you are or what to do next; you simply push yourself out the door and begin to run down the street.

It doesn’t take long for your feet to hurt. The house slippers Chuuya gives you are not meant for concrete, not meant for uneven sidewalks where people occasionally drop glass bottles and cigarette butts. 

You don’t let the pain stop you. You never have before. 

As you run, solid thoughts finally begin to return to your mind, which feels less fuzzy and more aware of the danger that you might be in. You did it. You’re out. You’re gone. You’re free. 

But not just yet, right? You need to stay hidden. You need to be safe.  You need, above all, to get off the highly visible streets. 

A sign for a bus stop catches your eye. Yes--a bus. You could let it take you as far as it will, and then go from there. But the sign says the bus stops on the hour, and there’s still 30 minutes to go--you can’t stay out on the street that long.

Instead, you slip into an alley just a little bit away from the sign. It’s close enough that you could press yourself against a wall and still keep an eye out for when the bus arrives. Will it be comfortable? No. Will it be smelly? Probably. Will you be out of public view? Yes--so that’s what you do.

You slip into the alley and immediately every nerve on your body raises because there is someone here with you.

No. Scratch that.

Two someones.

There is a man standing that you can only see from behind. He is shrouded in the shadows of the alleyway’s end, which isn’t lit by anything but the hint of light from the street. 

And there is a man on the ground, pressed against the farthest end of the alley, begging for his life. You only catch some of the words that tumble out of his desperate lips: I didn’t betray you, I swear, I swear, I can tell you everything you need to know, it wasn’t me, oh please, fuck, I swear--

And then he doesn’t speak anymore because the first man shoots him in the head. He falls backward and something hits the wall and you can't help the noise of startled horror that slips out of your mouth.

The man turns around, gun drawn, and you have just enough time to think--this is it--before he steps forward. 

And… says your name?

The man is Chuuya.

The man is Chuuya, who holsters his gun and, mouth gaping, has his hands on you before you can even think about running. He’s checking you over--for bruises or cuts or who knows what else--and his grip on your forearm is relentlessly strong. 

“What the fuck? What the fuck?” He says, not believing the sight of you, even as he touches you. “Babe, what’s wrong? Did something happen? Where’s--”

And then he sees the bag slung over your shoulder. Sees how full it looks. He glances down at your stomach. Then back  up at your face.

“You were trying to leave?”

The hurt on his face might induce pity, if you weren’t currently dealing with the most horrific adrenaline rush in the world. 

“No,” you sputter. “Yes. No. I--” 

And it’s then that your body and mind crash together, and the realization that you’ve been caught catches up with you. You should run. You will run. 

And you try, but it’s a lost cause. You don’t even have enough leverage to take a step back with how tightly he’s holding you. Your mind knows this, but your body doesn’t accept it quite yet, and you squirm fruitlessly against him.

He only needs one hand to keep you by his side as he takes out his phone and barks out an order at someone to come take care of the body of the poor dead man in the alley.

Then he looks back at you and hurt, fear, anger, play out on his face in a series of moments. 

“We’re going,” he tells you. He’s back on his phone, another order. A car to pick you up. 

His voice promises locked doors and lost privileges, yes, but there’s something else simmering in there that has you yanking back feebly as he drags you out of the alley and into an unmarked car.

--

Every guard Chuuya crosses stammers out apologies, swears they don’t know how this happened. Chuuya deals with them in clipped tones that make you wonder if they’ll survive the night. Reassigned, if they’re lucky.

The penthouse is just as you left it. Quiet. Clean. A now runny smoothie, fortified with vitamins and calculated with the perfect natal nutrients, sits on the counter; you didn’t drink it tonight.

Chuuya drags you through to the bedroom. All this time, he hasn’t let go of your hand. There will be finger-shaped bruises tomorrow.

You expect him to scream at you. Maybe even hurt you. A physical slap might hurt less than this all-consuming fear as he pulls you into the bedroom and gently guides you to sit down on the bed. What will he do? What will he say?

Your hand grasps your belly--please don’t hurt me.

Chuuya growls out bubbling anger, turns, and punches the wall so hard that his fist goes through the drywall. His knuckles have freckles of blood on them.

The sound, the sight of the blood, the anger pressing down on your shoulders--it’s all too much and hot tears spill over your lower eyelids and down your cheeks, salty, burning. 

He’s on his knees, immediately, wrapping his arms around your midsection and pressing kisses to your tear-stained cheeks.

“Babe, I’m sorry--I didn’t mean to scare you.” He hushes your hiccuping sobs, wiping and kissing your tears in alternate measures. “I was just so fucking mad.” 

At me? You think. 

“Those guards,” he continues, frowning. “They weren’t watching you like they should.”

“But I…” You don’t finish: But I’m the one who ran away.

Your confusion must show on your face, because he presses a kiss to your cheek, to your lips. 

“Hush. I know you’re prone to fits like this. I don’t mind. It’s why I do so much to watch over you, y’know?” He rubs at your cheeks with this thumb and cracks a smile. From the corner of your eye,  you can see the blood on his knuckles. “It was either the wall or one of those guys’ heads, right?” 

He doesn’t wait for an answer as he kisses you, more lingering this time.

“You make me crazy,” he whispers against your lips. “You know that?”

“Chuuya,” you whisper, breath mingling with this. “Please, I want to… I want to…” Leave. Be free. All words you could say, that never make their way past your lips.

He sits up taller on his knees and rests his head against your stomach. There’s a flurry of movement inside you--does the baby know he’s there? What does the baby, in all its primordial growth, think of any of today’s events?

“I know it’s scary,” Chuuya murmurs. “You don’t have to tell me. We’re about to be parents. Anyone would be worried.” 

That’s not what you wanted to say. It’s hard to say if Chuuya knows it and pretends otherwise or simply doesn’t acknowledge your resistance at all. 

He sighs through his nose and closes his eyes.

“I’ll have to bring the chain back out for a while. Maybe until the baby comes.” He opens his eyes just a little and glances up at you with a smile. “But I can make it long enough for you to walk around. Doctor said you needed to stretch your legs every day, babe.”

He closes his eyes again and you don’t know what else you can do but reach out and rest your palm against his head. He leans into your touch.

“I know,” you croak out. There’s a few beats--of your heart?--and your fingers curl against his hair. “I’m sorry I went outside.” What else can you do, but lean into Chuuya, but apologize for doing what he insists you never do. Leave him, be free, live your own life.

He sighs and nuzzles himself against your stomach. He presses a soft kiss to it before pulling himself off the floor, leaning down, and kissing you on the head.

“I know, babe. Don’t worry. I’m not mad.”

You wonder what Chuuya might have done if he had gotten angry at you.

Perhaps it’s better not to know.

#yandere chuuya #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bsd #yandere #afterwitch writes

[spacexseven]

Subordinate Reader: *grabs mic*

Subordinate Reader: *points at Dazai* Fuck you

Subordinate Reader: *points at Chuuya* Fuck you

Subordinate Reader: *points at Fydor* Fuck you

Subordinate Reader: *points at Akutagawa* You're cool

Akutagawa: *thumbs up*

Subordinate Reader: *points at Mori* and fuck you I'm out

*throws the mic at Dazai's face*

contrary to what you may expect, dazai finds the whole thing amusing, at least at first.

singling him out in front of a crowd, to him, shows just how much you must be thinking of him. since your message doesn't register in his mind immediately, he's over the moon at the thought that he stood out so much to you. that is, until he hears your comment to akutagawa. were his previous warnings not enough? the fact that you even got a response from him enrages him even more. you thought this was funny, did you? poor you, because now dazai, seething with the mic in hand, is convinced you've forgotten your place, and he's already planning a week-long trip for the both of you—didn't he tell you that you had to help him investigate a new ability group outside the city?

chuuya's angry enough as it is, and now you had to go and piss him off even more. the crowd watching you already had his blood boiling, but your rude remark to him almost blew his fuse entirely. what was this whole stunt for? all this time he was trying to make things bearable for you, unlike dazai who only knew how to torment you without any consideration. he's practically sulking in the corner, waiting for you to make your way off stage so he can pounce on you and demand an explanation.

the hope that fills akutagawa at your bright smile is quickly crushed once he feels the burning glares directed at him, despair starting to sink in. still, despite the definite trouble this would get him into, he can't help but find some delight in the situation. the two of you could never stand on equal footing, not as long as you were here, but at least he was worth a single moment of consideration from you. that was enough for him.

fyodor hasn't actually done anything yet, so by doing this, you've inadvertently caught his attention. why is someone from the port mafia so agitated by his presence, when he's only just stepped foot in yokohama? watch your back when you're making your way home, because fyodor just might be waiting in the shadows for a little conversation.

#yandere bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai #yandere dazai osamu #yandere chuuya x reader #yandere chuuya nakahara #yandere chuuya #yandere akutagawa x reader #yandere akutagawa #yandere fyodor #yandere fyodor x reader #fyodor x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #akutagawa x reader #bsd x reader #bsd drabble #drabble 🐟 #ask 🐟 #subordinate au 🐟 #dazai 🐟 #chuuya 🐟 #akutagawa 🐟 #fyodor 🐟

[kaorikarma]

( soft)YAN!BSD MEN HEADCANNONS

How they show their love + Act in their relationship

Nikolai Gogol, Sigma, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Dazai Osamu, Bram Stoker, Mushitaro, Jouno x reader

Warnings: Yandere, manipulative (fucking fedya & Kolya 💀), suggestive (chuu toy and Daz),straight up nsfw (Chuuie), PAINFUL AWKWARDNESS (bram)

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Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai... is interesting. His love isn't apparent most of the time. Just like he masks his true demeanor with humor and his eccentric attitude, he masks his love as well.

Even when you begin dating, don't expect him to open up much. Everything stays the same as when you were friends, with the exception of an occasional teasing kiss.

Emphasis on teasing. Part of Nikolai's expert plan (in his mind) is to free you from emotions too, by breaking you down. That occasional kiss is rare- withheld for only when you please him or to give you a rare spot of hope when you begin feeling hopeless about the relationship.

He does love you, but it's begrudgingly; a great source of irritation for him; after all these years of fighting against his "human nature" he is still privy to human weaknesses.

When he does genuinely express his love, it's when he's being serious with you, trusting you with the man under the mask. It may not seem like the best relationship, and certainly not love-- but if you peer between the lines.. you might set your eyes on the shadows of affections.

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Sigma

Sigma is so, so, suffocatingly cautious.

Can you blame him? Everyone either uses him or leaves him. Sigma's expression of love could be just so much deeper-- but he's learned his lesson, he's already half-broken and you're the only one gluing together the edges of deep-running cracks, but leaving the center to shatter.

When you first start dating him, he still doesn't even leave the casino. Doesn't even bother, since it would be better to stay in case something happened, after all what if the power failed, or somebody crucial called out sick, or--

You spend a lot of time breaking him from his anxious thoughts.

He eventually begins opening up to you, laughing with you, letting you listen to his opinions and thoughts with minimal cares. He loves your kisses and dreams of things with you he never once considered in his short life. And about his short life--

He still hasnt told you of his origins.. it's not that he doesn't want to, but he doesn't know how.

He worries sometimes about your relationship, which seems to be going just so well. Will you hate him? You'd leave him, surely!

Worry is the center focus of Sigma's love, and his life in general. Don't expect him to ever stop worrying about one thing or another, from a date night to marriage, his sense of anxiety seems engraved in his bones.

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Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya's love is so aggressive, in more ways than one.

Chuuya's loss of everyone he loved makes him utterly convinced he's going to lose you. You matter more than anything to him, and it is that loyalty that strains your relationship; particularly, your disdain for his membership of the mafia. He struggles with himself, day and night, not being able to choose between you and the mafia. It's like asking him to choose between his family and his lover.

The fights aren't enough to deter you from pestering him about it anyway; he doesn't let you see how badly the topic upsets him. Mentally, he's begging you to drop it. There's always a little bit of tension. Chuuya's short fuse coupled with the (albeit small) problems you have, makes an sometimes explosive bond between the two of you.

Try as he might, he just can't excuse some of the stupid things you do when he's not constantly watching your every move like a toddler. Maybe none of the mistakes you make are big, but Chuuya is annoyed by every little thing, so there's no such thing as a "small" problem.

When the goings' good, however, it's good. Chuuya spoils you with lots of affections, drowning you in his deep - sometimes frankly obsessive- love. Chuuya will come home with flowers, and gifts or whatever details you had that needed tying up if you haven't gotten to them yet. His heart is so big and open when it comes to you, he can't even really hide it. He just loves you so, so much.

(NSFW) Chuuya's sweet, happy love, however, has to be balanced out by the roughness he displays in bed. If you aren't interested in sex for a long time or for whatever personal reason, you might as well call it quits. Chuuya's sex drive is insanely high, and he's absolutely, torturously, wild in bed. He needs you; sex goes beyond simple want for him.

All in all, Chuuya's expression of love runs as deep as his loyalty, so you'd better not betray it.

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Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor is a very manipulative man, and even more so a lover.

If you have something he wants, he bleeds you dry of it- and that could be love or information. It's all the same protocol. Deceive and achieve.

Fyodor's "love" consists of the sweetest phrases and whispers of passion at the beginning, and eventually you find yourself at his beck and call, more of a slave than a lover, a partner, what you long to be with him.

He teases you, brings you to the edge of how much he 'hates' you, and then pulls back the reigns, showering you with love and apologies and the promise of change. Fyodor's real love is rough and cold. You're in a better situation with the fake affections than the real ones.

Give yourself to him. All of you. Let him love you.

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Dazai Osamu

Dazai is all smiles, jokes, passion and cruelty.

It doesn't seem like it, but under the surface Dazai's demeanor is cold, calculating, and cruel. Frightening to you, in a relationship, even though he never physically harms you. But the threats... are enough to keep you in check. Luckily, most of the time Dazai keeps up that happy facade, even with you.

Your relationship becomes strained when he lets that facade down too much, but the truth is so well-hidden most of the time that for the most part you consider your relationship happy and fruitful.

Dazai's affection is plentiful, with many gentle kisses and passionate nights . You often have open conversations, attempting to decode and outwit his high intelligence, which, for the most part, was to no avail. He was just too smart, and always on top of you, more quick witted than you ever could be. He would deflect your more probing questions and problems with a joke, and turn the situation back on you.

Dazai, on the whole would be a great lover, but an even greater enemy.

Should I make a Dark Yandere Headcacnnon post for Daz? Because I feel like this man would hold his own suicide over your head right off the bat, so you would never know he was suicidal to begin with. He gets a 10/10 in the manipulation catagory.

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Bram Stoker

Bram's affection is apathetic.

It isn't his fault, really. It's hard to love on someone when you're only a head and shoulders mounted on a sharp blade, but even when he has an opportunity, Bram feels more jaded about love and getting close to someone than anyone else, and it's hard to get him to open up.

Given your relationship is really just watching movies and talking, you don't get to be as close to Bram as you would like either, but in rare moments he will allow you to carry him, not like fukuchi, but resting his head in the crook of your neck like a hug. He won't admit it, but he adores being held like this. If he had arms, he'd hold you crushingly tight.

Many conversations with Bram are awkward, both because of his conflicted emotions and his lack of modern knowledge. Prepare for some downright painful misunderstandings and embarrassing explanations.

Bram doesn't know how to express his deep love for you, especially in a modern world he has trouble adapting to. He thinks, if he had a body, he would have already taken the opportunity to take you far away from everyone, from evil people he knows more about than you. Lying beneath his polite disdain for many things, he's worried-- fearful of what will be done to you to manipulate him, and he won't be able to protect you.

Bram knows he can't protect you, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try.

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Mushitaro Oguri

Mushitaro's affections are meticulous, almost as meticulous a him. He wants your kisses and affections, don't get me wrong; but not in public, limited in private, and only in certain places, like the couch or the bedroom. He even goes as far as to request that you not kiss or touch him in certain areas, for no other reason than him finding it improper (although you really think he's just being bashful).

His personality, as a whole, makes him very hard to be in any sort of partnership with. He's picky about everything, from the food you make him to the things even you wear.

In a relationship, he's loving, stipulations aside. His love is more protective than you think is normal, at first, but you quickly sink into your normal routine of going everywhere with Mushitaro and only Mushitaro. He doesn't care for your friends but lets you hang out with them on occasion, a long as you are with him and he finds them decent company. After all, your image reflects his as well. You wouldn't want to ruin his image, now would you?

Mushi isn't a hardcore yandere, much to your luck. Eventually, there comes a time where his nature is finally apparent to you, but there's not much you can do about it and not much you would do anyways. You already know, it's simply not a concern that he may go too far; the strength to truly harm you isn't within his reach.

The best thing you can do in a relationship with Mushitaro is to please him as best as possible, love him with all your heart, and settle into your strictly-regulated relationship.

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Jouno Saigiku

Jouno's relationship with you is forceful. He tries to make it feel natural, with fake affections and gifts, but doesn't know how to properly conduct a meaningful relationship; after all, your first "date" was when he showed up to a Café you regularly frequented after you had previously turned him down numerous times, infinitely agitating him.

He often spoke of his association with the hunting dogs, hoping to impress you, although you'd never been overly interested in his stories. It wasn't that you didn't love him at all; you wouldn't have agreed (after much pressure) to live with him if you didn't, but his expression of love feels strained and you pick up on it.

With the lack of affections, you can sometimes become upset, and moreover unbalanced by the rejection of your outright asks for his affection. However, if Jouno senses that he's really, legitimately fucked up, he will probably give you a nice cuddle, and perhaps, if you voice that it's an issue that plagues you, he will kiss you on the cheek on the way out the door each day.

The issue at hand is that Jouno does really love you, but he doesn't know how to balance love, work, and his own sadistic nature. He does care for you a lot, and will show it, but it may be in manipulative ways, sometimes with poorly disguised threats or pressure. It's not that he can't be more kind and caring with you, but part of him won't allow it, so he follows his own warped personality.

Loving Jouno isn't easy, but the sweet moments have unimaginable value, and Jouno will always care for and protect you, in his own cute little ways. Love him, or face the consequences.

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Wow! Hi, thanks for making it to the end. This is the first time I've written in what feels like forever due to health issues but I am so glad to be back and feeding the fires of fandoms again. Requests are open! Love yall!!

-April 11th-14th, 2023-

-Kaori-

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[cloudyyoimiya]

hi, i love your writing!

could you do yandere ranpo, chuuya, dazai and atsushi with a s/o who’s really sleepy all the time? basically like, anemic like fyodor 💀

no stop this ask is like a callout post. i sleep all of the time during the day and i stay up all night… i should probably fix that LMAO. anon, you and i may or may not be anemic. /j anyways yes i love this request! thank you for requesting!! <3

Their Darling Is Always Sleepy; Osamu Dazai, Ranpo Edogawa, Atsushi Nakajima, and Chuuya Nakahara

Format: Headcanons

Possible warnings: Yandere content, dark themes, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of non-consensual drug usage

Osamu Dazai

When he first met you he took note of your trait of sleeping all of the time. At first it concerned him since he thought that it might have been a health condition, but when he found out that it wasn't, he found it absolutely adorable.

He would bring you pillows so you can nap comfortably on your desk, or sometimes he’d even bring a spare blanket to the agency for you.

Sometimes he’d find you sleeping around the agency’s office, or he’d find you sleeping in a booth at the café downstairs. He’d of course let you sleep because someone as adorable as you deserves your beauty rest, no?

Though, sometimes he’d get slightly frustrated because he wanted to spend more time with you. You would know when you ticked him off by his tone of voice. If he was more whiny then usual, then that was your telltale sign of to stay awake for him.

More often than not you’d wake up to his coat draped on your shoulders, acting as a makeshift blanket. You told him more than once that he didn’t need to do this for you, but he insisted on doing this for you.

Eventually when he fell in love with you, he’d become paranoid about your sleeping habits. He knew that you were very capable of protecting yourself, but what if someone took advantage of you while you were sleeping? And what if he wasn’t there to protect you? He absolutely hated the thought.

After all, evil expects evil.

He didn’t want anything bad happening to you. You may have not known it then, but you were his lifeline. If something happened to you, then he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

After a few weeks of contemplating on what he should do, he eventually kidnapped you.

Terribly enough, he took you while you were napping. He did exactly what he feared what would happen to you. A part of him felt awful, but another part was happy that you were finally safe in his arms.

He knew that you’d never leave him.

You like him far too much for that.

Ranpo Edogawa

To put it in short, he absolutely loved your ability to sleep anywhere. In fact it’s one of the reasons why he fell so head over heels for you. He found it absolutely adorable! How could he not?! He got to see your adorable sleeping face!

In fact, seeing you nap was his motivation for each day. He absolutely loved seeing you so at peace. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.

When you two first got into a more normal relationship, he’d often nap with you if he wasn’t on a case. He absolutely loved to snuggle up to you and close his eyes. It was very relaxing to him.

Ranpo would keep a blanket and two pillows in a closet reserved only for the two of you. Fukuzawa of course approved of this for some reason. Maybe it was because Ranpo talked him into it?

Sometimes you’d find that you were more tired than usual. This would always happen after Ranpo offered you a drink as well. Surly he wouldn’t drug you just so he could cuddle you, right? He’s not that insane, right?

If you ever wanted to snack on something right after you woke up, then he’d let you eat some of his food. He is obsessed with you after all. Why wouldn’t he show you his love like this?

When you started to not want to nap with anymore, that’s when his obsessive tendencies started to kick in. How dare you not want to cuddle with the greatest detective anymore? You said it was because that you were starting to get sweaty from the constant affections since it was the summer months, but he didn’t want to hear any of it.

After all, he is quite childish.

When he decided to kidnap you, he gave you a higher dosage of the sleeping drug that he would give you. It wasn’t enough to cause permanent damage, no, but it was enough to have you asleep for a whole day if he was lucky.

Now that you’re with him, he’ll make sure that the two of you nap and or cuddle whenever he gets the chance. He’s very clingy towards you because he loves you oh so much.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Atsushi Nakajima

When he first met you, you were napping at your desk. Originally he didn’t believe in love at first sight, but you somehow managed to change his view on that just by being lazy and sleeping while on the clock.

He absolutely found your ability to sleep anywhere adorable, but also slightly concerning. He was overly cautious of what might happen to you. What if the Port Mafia went to strike while you were sleeping? What if the agency got in danger? What if some one tried to kill you?

He got very anxious because of these things. He knew he wasn’t being rational, but still, those thoughts clouded his brain. He couldn’t get them out of his head, and he hated it.

When you went home for the day to take yet another nap, he would follow you home and watch you through a window. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he had to make sure that you’d be alright.

You’re the light of his life.

When you were sleeping in the office, he’d always make sure to move right near you just in case of an emergency. Though, he’d do this once he was sure that you were asleep. Because of his ability allowing him to hear slightly better than others, he’d only come near you once your breathing became more steady.

Sometimes your coworkers would coo at the two of you. They honestly thought that you were dating because of how clingy the weretiger was.

You’d have to explain to them that you’re just friends, and that wounded Atsushi. He wouldn’t let that show though.

Atsushi wouldn’t resort to kidnapping out of worry for you. No, not at all. What he’d do is make sure to stay near you at all times. He’s guilt trip you into moving in with him because he was just that worried about you.

Once he was able to always keep a watchful eye on you, he’d start to relax. He’d let you sleep without any worrying on his end.

Just don’t leave him, alright?

He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you left.

Chuuya Nakahara

When he first found out about your tendencies to sleep anywhere at any given time, he was a tad bit concerned for your health. He knew that wasn’t normal, so when he asked you about it you made sure to assure him that it’s just something you do. You had to repeatedly tell him that you’re fine.

Once he got more used to your ability to sleep like that, he found it adorable. He liked that you trusted him enough to nap around him without a care in the world. He liked that if anything happened, he would be the one to save you.

Much like Dazai, sometimes he’d drape his coat over your shoulders so you could have a makeshift blanket. Or if it just so happened to be too bright in the room, he’d give you his hat so you could put it over your face to block out the light.

Though, sometimes he’d find your constant napping somewhat annoying. He wanted to spend time with you, especially on his rare days off! He didn’t just want to watch you sleep.

Because of this, on his days off you are forced to stay awake and be with him at all times. If you fell asleep or strayed away from him, then he’d get quite angry with you. He wouldn’t hurt you, no not in the slightest, but he’d lightly threaten you. After a few times you got the message and you’ve been by his side ever since.

More often than not he’d coax you into sleeping over at his place. The reasons he gave you to do so were simple; his house was on the larger side, and you’d be more comfortable.

Those reasons were true, yes, but he also left out the part where he’d watch you nap almost obsessively.

Sometimes he’d carry you to his bed and tuck you in for the night. He loved moments like those because it made him feel like your actual boyfriend.

Chuuya wouldn’t kidnap you because of your tendencies to sleep whenever you get the chance. Well, maybe he would if something bad happened to you, but that would be in the future and it would be a huge ‘what if’ scenario.

Just don’t leave your guard dog, alright?

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[a-random-weeb]

Can I request yandere fyodor, Akutagawa and chuuya with a fem crybaby reader? Like they don’t try to escape or break any rules they just sit in the corner and cry out of fear while trembling.

Oh, that sounds kind of fun!

Characters: Akutagawa, Chuuya, Fyodor

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Akutagawa:

•He always feels so bad

•He's not as good with words, so he just hugs you

•After he kidnaps you, he feels incredibly guilty

•He doesn't like how scared you are

•He tries to look on the bright side, at least you obey him?

•He has no idea what to do while you're shaking and crying in the corner, so he just kneels down infront of you and pats your head, kissing your forehead

•He tries to be really sweet, but probably accidentally glares at you while you're crying, making you cry harder

•At this point he's panicking he tries to pay you again, but pats you a little too hard and hits you 😭

•He attempts to apologize, but don't forget, it's also Akutagawa so...

•He apologizes but it seems like he's not really sorry because of his apathetic face (he is sorry)

•So the whole thing would end in chaos, him panicking and you in tears, but that doesn't mean he'll ever let you leave

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Chuuya:

•For the first little bit, he just comforts you

•He'll kill whoever made you cry

•Or, if you have anxiety or something, he'll just hold you to his chest and comfort you

•It doesn't take long for him to kidnap you though

•He can't stand to see you so sad all the time

•Don't worry though, he'll protect you from this cruel world!

•He takes you to his mansion

•He locks you in the basement

•He planned ahead, he got you a gorgeous room down there, a nice bed of your favorite color, cute plushies (if you like those), all the accessories and jewelry you could possibly want, and whatever decor you like

•He hates how scared you are at first, of he wanted to hurt you, he wouldn't have gotten you this gorgeous room

•No, no! Don't try to get away! Why are you so scared? He won't hurt you!

•He holds you close as you cry and sob

•He hates being the reason you're crying

•The worst part is, you're being good! You haven't done anything to deserve how afraid you are!

•He absolutely hates how sad and scared you are, but He'll never let you go

°•.*✮⋆˙⋆｡°✩°•.*✮⋆˙⋆｡°✩°•.*✮⋆˙⋆｡°✩°•.*✮⋆˙⋆｡°✩°•.

Fyodor:

•At first, he just find you an annoying, weak, crybaby

•He's low-key mad he fell for you

•Eventually though, his views on you change

•You're so nice to people, you're too pure for this world, and so, he kidnaps you

•He likes to play around with you

•He see's how hard he can make you cry, how to cheer you up, what you act like when you're at your lowest, ect.

•He's not purely cruel with this, he also likes to see how long he can be around you and be nice before you cry over something

•He loves how obedient you are

•If you're crying over something stupid, or that he deems dumb, he'll just leave you there to cry depending on how good you've been

•Since you're typically obedient, he does sometimes comfort you when you're crying over dumb things

•If you're crying for an actual good reason he'll always comfort you

•Sometimes he feels bad for how much you cry, especially since you're such a 'good girl' as he calls you

•He doesn't often show he feels bad unless you pick up on the subtle, accidental hints he gives

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i hope you liked this! I had a lot of fun writing this

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[yandere-romanticaa]

I just know for a fact that this man would do absolutely anything you tell him to do, even if it's just a joke.

Even if you mention something in passing, such as an annoying colleague that's pestering you, Chuuya is all ears. Depending on the severity situation he will either flat out cuss the person out right in front of you OR he will most likely do something like this - he won't say much, he'll hear you out and will not interrupt you at all. His face is flat as he holds a cigarette, making sure to redirect the smoke elsewhere that wasn't your face. As cute as you were to see so riled up, Chuuya was only okay with it if he was the reason why you were riled up. Anything else is off the table. If he sees a chance, Chuuya will pry for more information such as the name of the person, where they live, possible hobbies and routines, literally anything. In the heat of the moment you tell him everything you know, huffing in annoyance as you keep on rambling, completely unaware of the brewing storm inside of his head.

Chuuya made sure to keep his actual job hidden from you. A sense of normalcy and stability is something he craves like a man who was being starved to death and after endless years of search and betrayal, he found a lifelong companion in you. He hated lying but Chuuya simply wasn't ready to tell you absolutely everything about himself, not yet.

However, he was all too aware of the power he had. All the cards were in his hands and he was going to make his move.

It might take him a day or so to find his target but he makes sure to be as brutal as he can be. His ability truly was a godsend in this situation, the screams of your tormentor was like music to Chuuya's ears. His hands were in his pockets as he grinned at his victim, his ability crushing his body and organs, leaving a heaping pile of rotting flesh on the floor, all for the flies to devour. The mafioso left the apartment with a smug feeling in his chest but he still needed to be careful. Just because he could kill someone for you doesn't mean that he should.

People like this were a fine exception though. He was sure that you'd be freaking out with the news that the man had died such a horrific death but he also knew that you would be over it just as fast.

He was more than ready to guide you through it all. Say the word and he will give it everything he has.

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[elvestoneanzelote1]

Yandere chuuya x port mafia executive reader please

A:ɴ- ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʟɪsᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ I ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ʙᴏx ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ғᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ.

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵... 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘵... 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵.

𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘹 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘤𝘶��𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘨/𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 x Yandere Dazai (slight I want to so...)

(𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺/𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮)

The first question is how you are an executive? Well it is not your ability is super strong to the point of destruction (I do not want to make 2.0 of him)

Your ability is useful too useful in murdering.

I won't say what though.

Either way you and Chuuya met when you first arrive at the age of 17.

Well the introduction was done by Dazai who mention to Chuuya how he was the one to find you.

At first he didn't approach neither did you.

Unsociable you are.

And you like keeping thing professionally who on earth will go and approach another executive to be friends are you out of your mind to do so?

It is clearly suspicious at the plus.

Dazai... Well you could say he was a strict one.

He is not your mentor thankfully to the grace.

But... During mission as your senior he is... Quiet a handful.

One time he will shoot bullets towards you so that you both can die together and the next he whine about how he was hurt that you almost left him (okay... It sound like dazai x reader... And yes it is slightly)

He is damn confusing for you.

But... You don't let it block your job.

It is a miracle how you didn't met Chuuya before as literally Dazai is the partner.

They are the double black duo.

Either way. Your first introduction was from Dazai to Chuuya. Did I mention? Yes.

And the fact you both eventually wen to mission the next after what a coincidence.

And the most miracle?

You eventually stop Chuuya corruption before it cause massive destructions.

Awww how cute where you to hug him tight and tackle him down to stop his gravital power.

He was awaken by your concerning tone of calling him out.

He could hear you. He could hear you even if... Even if he was controlled by his ability how.

Was it fate? Was this some miracle. Were you the key?

He doesn't know.

He doesn't know and doesn't want to know.

He raised his hands to the light where your voice call out in consciousness.

Despite his body reacting violently trying to overthrow you.

You can't let him do that.

Not until Dazai come and stopped him and you can't let him die either.

You will be blame for his death after all!.

But you were confused when his body went limp as his corruption disappear alarming you.

About to say another word but he pull you into a hug, with your face burried in his chest.

"Thank you"

For some reason... You were not really feeling to say welcome

Because your gut feeling says... It is not really just a thank you but a gate of something else to begin.

"Y/n! stand back Chibi-chan will kill-" Dazai stop his walk afraid to see you bloodied and death before he could even let you die with him but... Only to see you have calmed Chuuya.

Truly a miracle.

And the fact Chuuya was hugging you? Why? Maybe he appreciate your help?

That doesn't matter.

Dazai rush to you and pull you away from Chuuya whose eyes widen before he speaks a slap was heard.

Your eyes stay widen as Dazai slapped you across your face.

Then he hugged you saying how stupid you were to die before him!

You can't die without dying with him!

You didn't hear anything but the feeling of the burn sensation of the slap.

From the fact... You were an executive now.

Before it was different but now...

And the fact it was around the others you... Felt shame.

Unlike Dazai who happily cooed at you for at least stopping Chuuya.

Chuuya on other hand took notice of your expression on Dazai who went to talk to others to quickly patch up.

You didn't follow Dazai when he said so.

Chuuya notice the red cheeks and gritted teeth of yours.

It was truly not good.

I mean Chuuya admit it was unnecessary to slap you.

And the fact infront of everyone.

He wonders what you are going to do now.

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Firstly. Dazai got annoyed when you told him about how he shouldn't just slap you.

Secondly. Why were you distancing yourself.

Thirdly have you forgotten who saved you?

Dazai during those time ignore you back leaving a huge gape hole between you both.

Yes you respect Dazai a lot and the fact he brought you to mafia...

But it through your hardworking to be an executive not by other means.

Oh well at least you are free from interactions.

Well... Boss Mori sometimes let you and Chuuya go on mission for two reason.

You stopped the corruption.

Second he just find the pleasure to see Dazai annoyed expression.

You and Chuuya ended up talking more.

And the fact he eventually was grateful to you. And wonders if you can save him again... If he loses control.

Oh he isn't going to that.

But... The what if stays.

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"Let's leave Port Mafia"

"Huh?" Your eyes widen by Dazai words who let out an audible sighed.

"I know we have been distancing ourselves... But we both knows we are still link."

"So your going to..."

"Yes."

"...oh"

"Y/n I'm sorry for whatever I have done please for all the time we spend together please let's leave"

"I..." Your words didn't came out of the mouth as Dazai held both of your hands in his.

His eyes held deep fondness.

But it soon crack when you take away your hands.

"Just leave... I will pretend we never talk today" you replied.

Before he ask you already left.

Oh how it hurt him so much.

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But chuuya was more then happier to see you stayed.

He almost assume you left.

With Dazai.

His heart will not able to stand it.

But... At least you are here.

"Y/n"

"Hmm?"

Your eyes took notice of Chuuya who handed you a glass of wine while Mori and Kouyou was celebrating too.

"Since That Mackarel have finally left it is a joy no?"

Your eyes stare at the glass then you stood up and shook head.

"I'm tired today... May I take my leave now boss?" You asked as Mori nodded and told you to arrive tomorrow at 8.

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He doesn't understand.

Do you... He doesn't like the thought.

Chuuya stare at the glass of wine you refused to drink earlier.

He wonders... If... You will ever love him one day.

It... Make him anxious.

Don't be too hard on him.

Just come over to him... Won't you?

After all he is much caring then that makarel... No?

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A:n- that's all take care.

#yandere bsd #bsd #yandere bsd x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #yandere dazai #dazai osamu #yandere chuuya x reader #yandere chuuya #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara #yandere dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai x reader #bsd dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #yandere bsd x gn reader

[idle-daydreams]

Ambrosia

Chuuya x Reader

Tw: Yandere, dub-con, non-con, obsession

[A.N: Happy new year, everyone!]

He kissed you again and again and again, taking in every inch of your form. He loved you, wanted you, needed you are much as air, food or water; more so if he had anything to say about it. He wanted not only your body, but your heart and soul and mind; he wanted to know you, feel you, touch you and taste you. You were sweeter than ambrosia, more intoxicating than the strongest wine, more addictive than any drug he could have ever laid his hands on – and far more pleasurable, to boot.

It was never enough.

“Chuuya!”

You squirmed underneath him, trying to disengage. Maybe in another world you two could have been a normal couple. Maybe in another reality, he could have been normal, a man who would have simply loved you instead of being obsessed with you. The thought briefly crossed his mind and was promptly ignored. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except for the here and now – you in his arms, your skin beneath his lips. He had you in his arms and you were never going to leave. He simply wasn’t going to let you.

“Mine,” he murmured against your skin. “Mine, all mine. I’m not sharing you with anyone, you hear me. You’re mine alone.”

Your answer was buried in another kiss, which deepened as he pushed you against the bed. Hot tears wetted his cheeks as you began to cry, but Chuuya simply brushed them away.

Your fear and anxiety were inconsequential, a simple mistake due to your misunderstanding of his actions. Chuuya wasn’t going to hurt you; he wouldn’t lay a finger on you with ill-intent. You were safe and warm, and he was going to take care of you. You didn’t have anything to worry about, you just didn’t know it. You were his angel, his princess, his porcelain doll to cradle in cotton; he would destroy the world and lay it at your feet.

Anything, everything, all for you.

#yandere bsd #yandere chuuya #yandere bungou stray dogs #bsd imagines #yandere nakahara chuuya #bsd x reader #chuuya nakahara

[baby-tini]

Ok ok more dark skk poly with their little pet PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I need more, how would they treat them when they behave? Are they ever nice to their little pet and treat em good? Is gentle petting or are they continuously rough?

Of course of course babes

- They absolutely can be nice, they love their little pet, you're prettiest when you're mentally intact after all

- As long as you behave you're gonna be fine, Chuuya makes loads of cash, and who better to spend it on then his pretty pet? Dazai doesn't make much but he has surprisingly good taste when it comes to clothes. He picks out the prettiest collars too.

- You sit pretty on the couch while Chuuya makes you dinner and Dazai cuddles you, calling you his pretty kitty. Brushing your hair and petting your (faux) ears. Laying little kisses on your cheek.

- While Chuuya is the stricter one, he's not nearly as mean as Dazai can be. He makes sure you're well taken care of, waiting on you patently. Chuuya's the more responsible one, he cooks and cleans. Cleaning your collar, polishing the diamonds because only the best for his pet.

- Chuuya usually picks out your clothes because he has an eye for what looks good on you. The prettiest lingerie, the softest ears, cutest tails and even prettier collars.

- Soft sex is common as long as you behave and play nice, they'll rub your little clit, prep your pretty cunt and softly slide down your throat. Dazai will rub you over your panties and make you cum. You're so pretty when you cum, and he'll give you praise-filled kisses on your neck and head. Brushing away your tears and cooing at you to "be quiet before you wake Slug."

- They're the sweetest when they bath you, Chuuya rubbing you down with the best smelling lotions as Dazai washes your hair. Throwing in a couple bath bombs and bath salts. They'll even carry you out if you're sleepy.

- They'll dry you down and put you in the softest, comfortable clothes they find before cuddling you too sleep.

- Individually their aftercare is good but together!?!? It's amazing, their soft and will make you drink atleast two cups of water and get you a snack. Showering you in praises worthy of importance. Together, cuddles are the best. I picture Dazai to be cold and Chuuya as someone warm. So it's the best of both.

- Chuuya sleeps closest to the door because his ability is combat ready... but Dazai keeps a loaded gun under his pillow. They know being around you puts you in danger and they'll lay down their life for you and each other.

This wasn't dark but I wanted to make something soft and sweet ❤️

#baby-tini #anon ask #this was so cute to write #i love poly skk #they'd be the sweetest #dazai #dazai x reader #dazai osamu #yandere osamu dazai #yandere dazai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai bsd #yandere chuuya #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x you #dazai x reader x chuuya #bsd smut #dazai smut #chuuya smut #poly skk #dark skk #skk #bsd skk

[boyanacronism]

``Thinkin' I'm gonna steal you from him, I could be such a Gentleman..♡``

reblogs appreciated !!

#bungo stray dogs chuuya #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya x reader #chuuya fanart #yandere chuuya #vampire chuuya #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs fanart #bungou stray dogs #the☆bakery #bungou stray dogs fanart #bsd chuuya art #chuuya art

[kaeyx]

Kitsune Dazai and vampire Chuuya fighting over you nhmnnnn

What's better than one obsessive immortal? TWOOO obsessive immortals!!!

Okay in all seriousness your life would be hell, more or less. Chuuya is trying to be nice to you, court you properly, eventually have you move in with him and get turned out of your own free will; he might be obsessed with you but what he truly wants is companionship, normalcy, he doesn't want to have to chain you up. But then that bitch Dazai comes along being proactive, touching you all over, picking you up, letting you nap on his tails, scratching and biting you and teasing you, giving you kisses that linger too close to the corner of your mouth; and Dazai knows what he's doing to Chuuya, and it's driving him mad!

Honestly they'd just precipitate each other. If it was just Chuuya you might have never known how badly he wants you because he'd have let you set your own pace. Dazai is clingier and pushier and might snatch you up sure, but not like this. If both of them are after you they each get desperate, overbearing, needy. Dazai crowding you against rocks and trees whenever you go for a walk in his woods, Chuuya bemoaning how he's got nobody to feed off of within earshot. Or they might bring out magic! I don't know much about kitsunes but I know some versions of vampires have mind control abilities for example. Chuuya unable to resist the temptation and making you a little more docile, soft and pliant, nodding along when he straddles your lap and cups your cheeks, asking if he can please just have a little taste of you.

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #asks.answered #yandere dazai #yandere chuuya x reader #yandere dazai x reader #yandere chuuya #vamp!chuuya #kitsune!dazai

[newroseanna]

You ran through the forest. The trees looked like they were closing in on you. So tall and big. You tried to shake of the fear and continued running. You didn't know where you were going but you would rather be anywhere else then here.

All you had on was pajamas. No shoes no coat no nothing. The cold breeze was blowing furiously at you. Your feet were already cut up and bruised. But you can't worry about that right now. All you have to be worrying about is if your gonna make it out alive.

It was night. Obviously. Everything scary happens at night. You didn't even plan it. It just happened. Your train of thoughts were soon cut of by you tripping on a large rock. Effectively giving you a deep cut on your left foot. You fell face first in the ground.

Your foot was cut so badly that it was hard to even get up. You ripped apart of your pjs to wrap around your foot. But as you were doing that you heard foot steps coming closer and closer to you. Sweat was pooling down your face. You knew it was. The person you've been running away from. The person who kidnapped you. The person who killed your family. The person who turned your life upside down. The person you'd wish you've never met.

You tired to quicken you movement. Once you'd finished bandaging your foot up you were right back on your feet trying to run.

Keyword: Trying.

You atleast made it five steps away from where you were originally sitting to just be tackled to the ground again. A loud cry was ripped out of you when he grabbed your hair.

"You think you can actually get away from me? Your mine remember. Or do I have to show you your families decapitated heads again? Do you want me to tie you up to that chair again? I thought I could trust you. But I guess I couldn't." He whispered in your ear.

Tears pooled out of your eye. You were shaking in anger too stunned to speak. You clenched your fist so hard you nails dug deep into your flesh drawing out blood.

You will never be free.

PORT MAFIA DAZAI, CHUUYA, EREN, BONTEN MIKEY, BONTEN SANZU, CHILDE, LIGHT, DABI.

#yandere #anime #yandere tokyo revengers #bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #yandere dazai #bnha #yandere dabi #yandere eren #yandere chuuya #yandere mikey #yandere sanzu #yandere light yagami #eren x reader #light x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #mikey x reader #mikey sano #bonten mikey #bonten sanzu #sanzu x reader #osamu dazai #chuuya nakahara #light yamagi #dabi x reader #eren yeager

[httpskuzuu]

if your not busy then can you make more yandere chuuya l'm down bad for him lol!😭

The best gift

can we give reader a therapy session? thanks

Yandere!Chuuya x Reader

English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes

summary: Chuuya just wants to make you happy (I love that man)

tw: failed escape attempt, mention of punishment, broken leg, feelings of abandonment? idk

He couldn't be more fed up with you.

I mean, he loves you, but the fact that you are always unwilling to correspond to him is something that really hurts him deeply.

He even thought of locking you up in complete darkness, no light, no food. He wanted you to crawl to him afterward and ask him to get you out. He wanted to make you say you loved him.

He never got around to putting that plan into action, obviously. He's not that horrible! He's not a monster. He really loves you.

Sure anyone would put you through the most grotesque tortures to make you submissive. But he was different, you should appreciate him more.

As much as he knows you have reasons, he still finds it completely overkill because, come on, you have everything you want just by asking nicely! Everything but freedom, of course.

You want expensive clothes? Okay. You want diamond jewelry? In less than five seconds, you'll have them in your hands. Want to travel to exotic destinations? He's taking you, just don't leave his side.

All he asks is a little obedience from you, it's not that hard, is it? He's looking out for your happiness too, the more submission from you, the better quality of life. It's a win-win.

But you didn't seem to understand that.

You were in bed, lying there, not wanting to move an inch of your body. Chuuya broke your leg just two days ago. The pain was unbearable.

You didn't talk to him since that, well, except for the moment he broke it. You cried to him and begged him, as silly as it sounds, to make the pain stop.

You wished Chuuya was some mythical God so he could fulfill your earlier request.

The pain didn't make you think well, so you were crying to Chuuya, talking about your cat and how much you missed him. Chuuya was by your side, stroking your hair, listening to you attentively.

You always mentioned your cat, how you wanted him with you now, how much you loved him. In fact, most of the time when an argument happened, it was because you mentioned that you wanted to go home with your cat!

Was an animal really that important to you? Well, if it made you happy, Chuuya would bring it home. Maybe then you'd stop crying randomly throughout the day, or fighting him. Imagining you, a fighter, turning into someone with a more passive behavior just because of a cat, drove him crazy.

Chuuya warned you that he was leaving, but that he would be back quickly, he left you a pain pill along with a glass of water. He hoped you would notice that he was not so cruel, after all, he could have left you lying on the floor, with two broken legs instead of just one, as was his idea at the beginning.

You were left alone in the house. You had never felt more lonely and bad in your life. Your friends, your family, your pet, what will become of them?

You feel miserable, left to your own devices. Why didn't they come for you? Did they care about you in the first place? You were sure there should have been an investigation into your disappearance by now, but what if there wasn't? What if you weren't important enough to them?

Were you that hard to love? But Chuuya loved you, in an obsessive way, but he did. Wouldn't that be the purest kind of love?

You don't know why you keep fighting, but it's something normal in you, like something wrapped in your DNA. You feel attacked, helpless, by something bigger that can't be stopped, so you grit your teeth trying to feel safe. It's not working the same for you anymore.

You didn't try to escape because this life was bad. You tried to escape because you didn't want to be forgotten by others. What kind of life is one in which you are a ghost trapped?

But you are not selfish, you hope they are doing well. You hope they have the happiness you can't seem to achieve.

You cried until you heard the door open. You hadn't noticed that Chuuya had come home.

You looked at him for a few seconds, he had with him a black gift box, tied with a ribbon. You didn't want gifts, you didn't want jewelry that could buy you.

Sure, that was until you heard a meow come out of the box. You stopped crying almost automatically and looked at it in surprise. You could even feel the glint settling in your eyes.

Chuuya pretended not to hear the meowing. "Why didn't you take the pill? You can't complain about the pain and then be stubborn enough not to take it."

"What's in the box?"

"A present for you. I thought it might make you happier." He sat on the edge of the bed, resting the box on his legs. "You know, I don't like to see you cry."

His gloved hand reaches to your cheek and wipes away the tears. There is an impulse in your body to fight, to refuse to be touched, but you stayed still.

Chuuya put the box on the bed next to you. You struggle and manage to sit up in bed, your leg throbbing with pain, but you ignore it. You have more important things to do now.

You don't even look at Chuuya for approval to open the box, you just open it. And there it is, your faithful friend who always stood by your side. Your cat.

You cry again.

Your cat seems happy to see you again, he nuzzles his head against your hand affectionately and meows at you. You take him in your arms and hug him.

"Do you like the present?" Chuuya's voice comes through in the place only ruled by your sobs. Of course you like it, how could you not? You missed this kitten so much, it had been so long since you hadn't seen him.

You nod your head. "Very much, I like it very much. Thank you Chuuya." Your voice shakes from the sobs, but that doesn't matter anymore.

You don't have to keep staying defensive when you have a friend with you.

"I thought maybe your cat could help you to be calmer, to stop fighting."

There was always something hidden. Chuuya wanted to see you happy, of course, but if he could gain some of that happiness from you, he would gladly do so.

You nod again. "Yes, it will help me." You wipe the tears from your cheeks as you smile.

It looks like you're both happy for once.

#bsd x reader #bsd x you #yandere bsd #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #yandere chuuya #chuuya #chuuya nakahara

[lavandulawrites]

Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs men on their first date with their darling: Chuuya and Tanizaki

Yandere Chuuya x reader, yandere Tanizaki x reader

Chuuya is such a gentleman and Tanizaki can be quite frightening at times

Warnings: mention of violence. Tanizaki and Naomi have a normal sibling relationship and are normal siblings.

Masterlist

Word count: 1208

Chuuya

The restaurant’s lights were dimmed creating an intimate atmosphere. Soft jazz playing from a grand piano, the pianist an older man dressed in a elegant suit. The sound of wine glasses clinking together distant. You were seated in a more scheduled spot, perfect for soft whispers and lingering touches. In front of you were a plate of a delicate decorated lasagna. It was clear that the chef had taken their time on preferring your meal.

Chuuya was sitting opposite of you with a wine glass in hand. The red liquid swishing slightly around as he gently rolled his hand taking a whiff of the sweet aroma. In front of him where a plate of pasta carbonara.

“This place is really nice and the lasagna is amazing!” you beamed. You took a bite of your lasagna and hummed in delight, the flavours were melting on your tongue.

“I am glad you like it. I am a regular here actually” Chuuya smiled. His blue eyes filled with love.

“It’s not hard to imagine why. Their food really are something else” you turned your attention back to your plate. You were quite nervous. It was your first date with the handsome man.

He chucked slightly at your nervous expression. His laugh deep and as smooth as honey, making you blush slightly. “I am glad you could make it today” he placed his glass down with a soft clink.

“Yeah me too. My boss was kind enough for letting me go early” you nodded.

“You know… Stress is really bad for you” he repositioned himself in his seat and leaned forward on his elbows. “Have you considered taking a week off? I have plenty of holiday houses” his voice soft, but his eyes poorly concealed worry and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“Thank you for your offer, but I don’t think I am able to” you sighed.

His brows furrowed and he leaned back in his seat. “And why is that?”.

You fiddled nervously with your pearl bracelet. “It’s a lot to do at work at the moment. The only reason to why I got to go early today is because I have been working every day these past two weeks”.

He looked at you with a brow raised in disappointment. “You have been overworking yourself” his voice stern and disappointed. He looked at you for a moment before he opened his mouth “You should go on vacation with me. We could perhaps go to Paris. Wouldn’t that be nice?”.

“Chuuya… I can’t just do that. Did you not listen to what I just said? I appreciate your concern, but I cannot simply drop everything and take some days off” you shook your head.

“You can” he intertwined his hands and placed his head on them, leaning forward. “You definitely can. All you need to do is resign” his expression completely serious.

You looked at him with disbelief. “I know I haven’t known you for that long, but I have known you long enough for me to say that you really do need a break. You can always live with me. That way you wouldn’t need to work so much, since you wouldn’t need to worry about your rent. I have plenty of room in my penthouse” he smiled. His canine chanting the light making it glisten. He really was charming.

“I can’t do that”

“Of course you can. I have more than enough money” he furrowed his brows in slight annoyance. He picked up his glass and took a sip, he closed his eyes and hummed at the sweet taste. “Let’s not talk about this anymore. I will let you think about it” he smiled warmly. You could see obsession and determination swirling in his blue eyes.

Tanizaki

Tanizaki nervously pulled on the red hem of his hoodie. His eyes flickering between you and the window of the cozy French styled café. You only glanced at him out of the corner of your eye finding his behaviour cute. “Do you know what to order?” you asked the ginger as you nodded at the menu in his hands. His knuckles were white from his tight grip. He shot his gaze towards you and pink blush crept over his cheeks.

He nodded. “Y-yes…” he quacked out. “I will take a Croque Madame”.

Your eyes scanned over the menu “I will take a sourdough sandwich”.

You was about to rise to your feet to order when Tanizaki put his hand on your arm. “I will order” his lips pulled back in a small smile. You nodded and watched him making his way over to the counter.

With giddy steps he walked over to your table with a tray. “I ordered us both a caramel latte” he smiled as he took a seat.

“Thank you Tanizaki” you smiled at the ginger.

“Don’t mention it. It’s my treat” his eyes were beaming. He picked up his cutlery before he put it down again, eyes looking intensely into yours. “Thank you for agreeing to go out with me. I really appreciate it” his expression genuine.

“No need to thank me. I am glad you asked me out Tanizaki. I should be the one thank you”

His lips curled into a smile “Please call me Junichiro”

You nodded. “How’s your week been? I read in the newspaper that the amount of crimes have skyrocketed, so the agency must have been quite busy I assume”.

He nodded. “Yeah it have been quite hectic, but thanks to you I have managed” he whispered the last part while he looked down on his plate.

“I am sorry? I didn’t quite catch that”

“Oh! It’s nothing!” his cheeks where as red as his hoodie. “What about you then? How has your studies been?” his head tilted slightly in interest.

You sighed. “Well my studies are going well. The other night I got almost robbed by some random guys. It turns out that one of the guys are my friend’s ex. He decided to take revenge on me to get to her, even though I hadn’t done anything. I didn’t even know him!” you rolled your eyes and huffed in frustration.

“What did you say?” his voice eerie silent. You looked back at Tanizaki and your over dramatic expression fell. His eyes were darkened and his mouth twisted into something akin to a growl.

“It happened two days ago, it’s okay. We sorted it out. He even got in trouble with the police” you raised your hands as to calm him down.

His eyes were narrowed and his brows furrowed. He lips pulled back into a snarl. He was truly terrifying. “I should rip him apart for hurting you” his voice a low growl.

“Junichiro!” you glared at him.

“I should carve out his eyes and feed it to some strays. THIS WILL NOT GO UNPUNISHED!” his face was twisted in rage fitting a rabid dog.

You gently placed your hand on his. “Please calm down. Let’s just enjoy lunch together okay?” you plastered on a face smile, trying to convince him to drop it.

His hazel eyes scanned yours, before they softened. “Of course” he smiled. “I still won’t forgive him though. He will get as he deserves” his left eye twitching.

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