#yandere bungou stray dogs x male reader

[elvestoneanzelote1]

𝘈:𝘯- 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺! 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥! 𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺!

𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴!

𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺!

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺,𝘐𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘉𝘚𝘋.

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵!

𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐒𝐃 𝐱 𝐢𝐧𝐮𝗺𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝗺𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝗼𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝗼 𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝗼𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝!

𝐘𝗼𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝗼𝐭 𝗼𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝗼𝗼𝐤 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝗼𝐭𝐞!

Rats in the house of dead...

You don't know why you even joined in the first place but you surely do know that it was an evil organization with a goal of purity which you don't know why, They seem so persistent on finding the book.

Especially the leader itself, who doesn't let go of you from his sight.

After all, how can he? When your ability is the most powerful one.

A voice that controls people

"Recently our plan was disturbed by that weretiger," said Fyodor recalling the death of Shibusawa in the hands of Atsushi Nakajima.

You sat on the chair while arranging the cards into a pyramid style.

"Master, what shall our next move be?" Asked Ivan serving tea as he side glanced at you who just do the work of pyramid cards

"Hmm, There are many things we could do... But what shall we exactly do? Wouldn't it be easier to make all the two organizations sleep forever? What do you think... Y/n?" Asked Fyodor as you didn't hear him.

Ivan slammed the tray onto the table making your eyes widen as the card pyramid almost fall.

"𝐒𝐭𝗼𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤" You paused the movement of the cards from dropping as it went back to its original form alarming the person, Puskin and half glared at Ivan who gave you an unamused stare.

"What? Do you truly have to destroy my card pyramid? I was making a world record!" You hissed as Fyodor chuckle while Ivan glare at you.

"My master was talking to you, Idiot all you do is play cards more likely building a pyramid card non-stop as If you have nothing to do."

"Huh? Shall I shut your mouth by letting you stitch your lips? Pretty sure that injury was not enough for you" you said as Ivan frowned more.

"Now now... Goncharov, Y/n is the most important for me"

"Cringe" you muttered while eating the cookies from the bowl alarming Ivan who took it away saying it was baked freshly for his master, Fyodor.

"Why don't you just marry him then, geez Stingy old men" you muttered while you stood up from the chair and start walking.

"Where are you going? Y/n?" Asked Fyodor as you side glance at him.

"Sightseeing, seeing Ivan been gay over you make me gagged from cringe"

Fyodor chuckled and shook his head as Ivan stopped himself from glaring at you and quickly composed when Fyodor glanced at him then at you.

"Be careful out there especially the port mafia and The agencies after all... The ability might have started working by now" said Fyodor to you who just waved a bye and walk out.

"Master, haven't you been too soft to l/n? All he does is play with cards and eat tons of food" said Ivan as Fyodor let out a sigh as a visible smirk appear on his lips.

"Are you questioning me?"

"N-no of course not, Master b-but"

"Do not worry about y/n, Even if he betrays me of a sort... I will find a way for him to return to me... After all, before he join with us he belongs to the guild, I just have to pull some strings" said Fyodor who dropped the tea cup alarming Ivan as Fyodor frown abit.

'Unless... Dazai have a plan for him to change sides?' He thought to self then glanced at Ivan who was busy taking the broken cup shards.

"Goncharov, I would like you to call y/n after an hour later"

"Huh?"

"He should pick up his phone by that time or... If not, he have betrayed us"

Ivan frowned yet nod cautiously glance at his pocket watch.

'56 minutes left huh?...'

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You on the other hand was visited by Dazai while you were patiently eating in a restaurant as he offered you to follow him after eating his shared and let you pay.

Annoyed you were yet followed him as he mention the guild.

As you stood on a empty park, your eyes flickered around then at him.

"Shouldn't you be taking care of your president?"

"Indeed, but I have to thank you eventually for saving me from almost going through the hospital," said Dazai recalling the sniper aimed at him.

He Got the letter from you when he goes through Fyodor clothes arrange in a dumpster.

How fortunate he was to find it on Fyodor hat.

If you didnt already told him perhaps well he does have a clue there will be a sniper of sort.

But...

As much as it was painful at the least he did not end up in hospital.

And the fact you are not that heartless on your part and even considered... Him to be trustful.

"I did it because I'm thankful to... Atsushi" you simply replied as Dazai nod as he approached you making you take a step back

"Indeed and the fact that your ability is very unique Fyodor took advantage of you"

"You phrased it like he touch me senxually harassed me of sort"

"Did he not? Bummer"

"You are a freak you know that"

"I know especially after the incident I thought you will join the agency of sort... Since you really care for Atsushi-kun"

"... What are you phrasing?"

"Join us, And tell us what he is planning" asked a voice as you turn to see the ravenete.

"Ah, Poe rival" you pointed out as his green eyes stare back at yours.

"Poe has introduced me to you? Better either way I didn't thought you will join the enemy"

"Didn't I already did? Guild was also an enemy for you before... But I assume you talk with Fitzgerald-san, Dazai" you said as Dazai chuckle.

Both of them stood side by side of yours as your stare seems unbother by their gaze.

They surely have a lot to question you.

Truly you are very eye catching... I mean who are so unbother by literally been question and surrounded.?

"You know whose ability it is"

"Yep, I do know"

"And... what is their name?"

"It starts with Letter A, But I can't say much" you said while almost arrange your nonexistent scarf as you frown.

Ranpo took notice of it and threw the yellow scarf of yours that he have in his bag.

"Huh?"

"Poe made it for you, he missed you" said Ranpo as you gave him a stare.

"Do you mean emotionally or are you phrasing like a romantic novel with full of angst where the lover make a scarf waiting for his lover to be back?"

"You surely are good with romantic scenarios" said Dazai as you gave them an smirk.

"It isn't about scenario but... I'm surrounded aren't I?"

"Clever as always"

"How many people am I surrounded by?" You ask as Ranpo arrange his glasses.

"One"

"Oh? And who-"

Before you used your ability onto Kenji who hold a big metal pole.

Dazai hand reach onto your wrist as your eyes widen.

In a blink of an eye your head was hit the metal pipe as you fall to the ground unconscious and bleeding.

"We could have done it neatly but you were too questioning us" said Ranpo wiping away the blood on his face with a handkerchief.

As Dazai let go of your wrist and chuckle when they hear a phone ring.

"Seems like they caught up into our plan, huh?"

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A:n- that's all! Good day/night to all! Have a great day/night to all!

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

Hello, Hello!!

I hope my request isn't much of a burden-- however, I was wondering if you could do a one-shot with the decay of angels(Fyodor, Nikolai, and Sigma) with a male reader who has white wings?

Quick rundown for the idea;

The reader is the leader of a different organization called the Aviators; the Reader doesn't exactly have an ability but they do have wings-- the reader and their group side with the Armed Detective Agency because reader is heavily in love with bringing people to Justice, like the Decay Of Angels; however, something goes wrong and the reader gets captured while the three DOA members figure out what to do with them.

You can choose if it's more yandere-like or violent, I don't mind, really!! I usually write requests longer but I'm in a rush <\\3

These wings bind me | Bungou Stray Dogs x Male Reader

Characters: Nikolai Gogol, Fyodor, Sigma

Summary: Those wings you had didn't even grant you freedom

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Gore, Obsessive behavior, manipulation, death, kidnapping

Taglist: @nightshade-clown

A/n: This is very Nikolai heavy because I am biased. Also, sorry, the wings aren't mentioned as much

Y/n was a big name in Yokohama, well, a moderately big name. He was a well-known justice bringer with his group called the Aviators. It was a group of people who thought everyone deserved freedom and the choice on where their wings take them. Some of them were like Y/n, with giant wings granting them flight through the sky. 

But some had abilities that helped with bringing justice into the world. Y/n heavily believed in bringing justice to everything that tried to inflict on it. The Aviators seemed to be of decent popularity that even the ADA sought them out as an extra branch. The two organizations were seen as partner groups, essentially. 

Y/n still did whatever he really wanted under his association, but he would give the ADA extra people when they needed them. The same went with the ADA sending the Aviators people when they required them. It was quite the relationship between the organizations. No one really expected it, since Y/n was more about vigilante work and the ADA worked with the government in a way. 

But here is the leader of the Aviators, analyzing a case with some of ADA's best detectives. Dazai, Kunikida, Autsushi and Y/n were all lurking around the crime scene, looking for any form of evidence to link anyone or anything to the scene. Y/n was with Atsushi, as not wanting to deal with Dazai's shenanigans or Kunikida's harsh comments. Atsushi and Y/n were decent acquaintances and worked well with each other.

The two made basic small talk as they searched the crime scene and conversed with passerbys to see if any of them were a reliable witness. Atsushi left Y/n on his own to look for something, though Y/n didn’t know what. He was on his own, just standing out in the open, it seemed pretty safe with the amount of people around. However, there was something off, and Y/n felt it. 

Something in him made his white iridescent wings fluff out in anxiety. None of Y/n’s associates were near bye, and that worried Y/n. No one was there to protect him if something bad were to happen, well, something incredibly bad. Y/n could fend for himself, he knew basic martial arts, but against ability users all he could really do was fly to avoid as many hits as he can until back up comes. 

Y/n wasn’t completely helpless, but he preferred being with someone who could save him if he were in trouble. Y/n didn’t only feel just one pair of eyes on him, but multiple. They were watching him, marking his move and every twitch he made. But Y/n didn’t know who was watching him.

Just as the paranoia subsided, Y/n was swept away from where he was standing. The kidnapper knocked him out, and everything else was blurry in his head. Atsushi came back only to find where Y/n stood was blank. He wasn’t the only one who was worried, however. 

Atsushi went to his two fellow co-workers and told them what had happened, both seemingly hid their panic on the inside. Those other pairs of eyes that kept a close watch on Y/n left, to find their dearly beloved Angel. The crime scene was left barren by both the ADA and the Decay of Angels. Both were on the hunt to get Y/n back.

Sigma, Nikolai, and Fyodor looked everywhere in Yokohama, all the places they knew Y/n might have been taken. But there was no luck, not until a few days later. It was late at night, and the three DOA members followed some of what passing witnesses said they heard or saw a couple of days before. There was a tiny sliver of hope in all three men. 

Nikolai was the first to step into the abandoned shed that rested near a busy roadway. It was covered in foliage and trees, keeping the whole building a secret, or so it seemed. Nikolai, however, paid no mind to any of that, only focused on finding his Angel. Fyodor and Sigma only followed Nikolai, keeping the white haired man at a distance. 

The two didn’t trust anything about this place. They were prepared for any form of attack from anyone. Nikolai wondered in, carefree, not caring about anything else other than his Angel. The three stopped in their tracks as they heard metal bars swishing around. 

Nikolai ran in deeper into the building, stopping to marvel at the sight of a beautiful golden cage. What quickly knocked him out of the trance was the iridescent, feathered wings of his Angel. Nikolai felt angry that someone would do this to his Angel, no one should cage his dearly love up like this. He jumped up against boxes that were stacked to reach the cage. 

Y/n was startled by the sudden stop of the cage he was trying to escape from. He looked outside the bar with teary, enraged eyes. He was met with piercing blue gray eyes that streamed raw anger, yet there was love that trickled lightly. Y/n was left so confused as he just stared deep into the eyes that looked back. 

Y/n didn’t notice two others walking into the room that held him in the golden cage. The metal shined slightly with the whisps of moonlight beaming through the cracks of the wooden roof. Sigma glanced up to see Nikolai gazing at Y/n, holding the cage still. Something wasn’t right about the whole situation. 

Fyodor felt the same as Sigma as the two shared a knowing look of imminent danger. They stood back to back, covering each other's blind spots. Nikolai used his ability to bring himself into the cage. Y/n was taken aback by what this man did, why bring himself into the cage?

Nikolai crouched down to meet Y/n’s face, a sickly smile graced his face. It unsettled the winged boy, he tried to move out of range, but he was stuck to the floor of the cage. He felt the touch of Nikolai, and it increased the anxiety that floating in him. He brought Y/n into a warm embrace, his smile not ceasing from his lips. 

Nikolai gave the other two men a knowing look, and they nodded in agreement. The kidnapper seemed to notice the three and came out of the shadows. Their eyes gleamed with insanity, their laughing was incoherent to the three men and Y/n. Y/n’s fear was practically spilling out of his body, and Nikolai noticed. 

“Don’t worry, my dear Angel, we’ll set you free!”

Y/n felt disgusted by that nickname, coming from a stranger. There was so much going on, he didn’t know what to make out of anything. Nikolai covered Y/n’s ears and brought him even closer to him. He silently whispered to him. 

“No need to be scared, my Angel. Everything will be okay. You’re safe now! Sigma and Dotsoy have it all covered!”

Just behind Y/n, Sigma and Fyodor were fighting the kidnapper. Their anger was shown in their attacks, and it was scaring the kidnapper. The hood fell off, and it showed the face of the persecutor. Y/n glanced behind his back slightly and gasped as he saw the face of his kidnapper. 

“How did you find this place?! I was sure I kept everything out of the public eye!”

Sigma’s face stayed flat, but his emotions were clear to both the kidnapper and Fyodor. Nikolai was too busy with Y/n and comforting him to even notice. Fyodor managed to immobilize the assailant, pinning him to the ground. Sigma walked closer, as he bent down.

“It’s easy for us to find what we want. Now you will pay for stealing from us.”

Sigma looked at Fyodor with an approving look. Y/n and Nikolai were watching from the cage, Nikolai waiting for a change to get Y/n out of said cage. He gripped Y/n harder, to a point it hurt, but he didn’t want to let the h/c haired boy go. Blood splattered everywhere, as Fyodor used his ability to get rid of this pest. 

Y/n wasn’t shocked about the death and red soaking everything around him, but it amazed him how easily someone would end other's life. He has killed others before, but only because they were hurting and taking other’s freedom. Nikolai scooped Y/n into his slender arms, hopping out of the cage, unknown to Y/n how he did, but Y/n couldn’t get out of his grip. Y/n was then surrounded by Sigma and Fyodor. 

Y/n tried to stand, but his legs were still asleep and he collapsed. Sigma caught him, being careful of his white wings. As Sigma stroked Y/n’s h/c hair, loving how it felt against his fingers. Fyodor was busy taking care of the dead body, and Nikolai was gently touching Y/n’s wings. 

Y/n looked up at Sigma, with watery eyes glistening the little moonlight that let itself into the cracks. His lips quivered a bit, fear still settling in his heart after a traumatic event. Sigma brought one of his hands to cup Y/n’s cheek, wiping away tears that threatened to fall. Y/n’s voice was sweet and soft to the three men that surrounded him, they all slightly blushed, feeling honored to hear it. 

“Why did you come and save me?” 

Fyodor came back, gently walking to the side of Y/n. Y/n’s e/c eyes looked at Fyodor, he stopped slightly. Oddly enough, those e/c eyes froze Fyodor right in his place. He sighed, trying to keep Y/n’s eyes on him. 

“Why wouldn’t we? We adore you, my dear.”

Y/n was so confused and look to all three men. He didn’t know who any of these people were and why they were here. The silence filled the building, making Y/n even more uneasy. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen to him. 

Y/n looked back to Sigma, hoping he could bring himself to ask the most important question. For some reason, Y/n already knew the answer based on the grip Sigma had on him. The more Y/n slightly struggled to get out, the harsher Sigma’s grip became. The hope Y/n had was slowly diminishing. 

“Can I go home now?”

The quiver in his voice was noticeable. Nikolai slightly hugged Y/n’s back as a big grin once again found its way to his face. He was noticeably giggling, seemingly finding the question Y/n asked funny. He brought a hand to pat the winged boy’s head. 

“Oh, my dear Angel! Of course not! How else are we supposed to keep you safe if you go home? We can’t watch you every day now, can we?”

Y/n’s eyes widened, more questions and confusion were swirling in his head. Before Y/n could speak again, he was knocked out once again, but this time no one would come to save him. Fyodor carried the winged boy out of the building, leaving NIkolai and Sigma to walk behind him. 

Y/n woke up in a dark room, nothing but a bed, a desk, and a bathroom as all that filled the room. The bit of light came from a small lamp on the desk. Y/n panicked and ran to the door, trying to open it, but to no avail. His wings fluffed out in panic, feathers falling due to the amount of stress Y/n was under. 

Y/n fell to the ground, trying to hold in sobs. He was so busy with trying to not make a lot of noise, he didn’t notice the three people that came into the room. Y/n froze, feeling arms snake around his body. He frantically looked around and recognized the people as the ones who saved him. 

Sigma looked down to Y/n, seeing the fear in his eyes. It did something to him, he cupped Y/n’s face and brought his lips to Y/n’s. Y/n’s e/c eyes widened with fear, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to push Sigma away. Fyodor and Nikolai kissed Y/n’s cheeks softly, trying to calm the boy down.

Sigma spoke up, his voice was warm and loving.

"No need to worry anymore my doll, you are safe now. No one will take you from us. Never again."

Y/n choked back sobs. He didn't understand what went wrong. He remembered being with Atsushi, and somehow it came to him being caged once more.

What irony this was, wanting to bring freedom to others and not having any of his own.

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[yandere-romanticaa]

Recently, the surge of AI has caught everyone's attention and I've been working on this little experiment.

Down below the cut are two fics and this is how I planned it - one was made up by using AI (more specifically, Chat Gpt) while the other one was written by yours truly. Below both fics will be a poll and I would like for you, my dear readers, to guess which one was AI. Personally, I don't think it'll be a difficult challenge but seeing your reactions and comments on this should prove to be an interesting endeavor.

This was posted on April 17th. And, in 7 days, I shall reveal which fic was written by me, and which one was done by AI.

Now then, let's get on with the show.

🥀 Story One.

In the dimly lit alleyways of Yokohama, Fyodor Dostoevsky stalks his obsession, (y/n), with unwavering determination. His fixation transcends reason, driving him to extreme lengths to possess (y/n)'s affection.

Fyodor's obsession with (y/n) began innocently enough, a mere curiosity sparked by their untapped potential and innocence. But as time passed, that curiosity twisted into an all-consuming desire, festering within Fyodor's mind like a venomous serpent.

Each night, Fyodor would follow (y/n) from a distance, his heart pounding with anticipation and longing. He would watch as (y/n) laughed with their friends, oblivious to the dark presence lurking in the shadows.

But Fyodor's love was not the gentle, nurturing kind. It was possessive, suffocating, and dangerously obsessive. He couldn't bear the thought of (y/n) belonging to anyone but him, couldn't stand the idea of anyone else basking in the warmth of (y/n)'s smile.

As his obsession deepened, Fyodor's mind became consumed with dark fantasies of possessing (y/n) completely. He would spend hours meticulously planning every detail of their future together, envisioning a life where they were inseparable.

But fantasies were not enough for Fyodor. He needed to make them a reality, no matter the cost. And so, he began to weave a web of deception and manipulation, carefully orchestrating events to bring (y/n) closer to him and drive away anyone who dared to stand in their way.

But as Fyodor's plans grew more elaborate, so too did the danger. (y/n)'s friends grew suspicious of Fyodor's intentions, sensing something sinister lurking beneath his charming facade. And as they delved deeper into Fyodor's past, they uncovered secrets that threatened to unravel his carefully constructed world.

But Fyodor was not about to let anyone come between him and his beloved. He would do whatever it took to protect their love, even if it meant resorting to violence.

🥀 Story Two.

Shimmering waves of starlight engulfed the man in white as he monitored his target from a safe distance, hollow purple eyes gleaming with excitement. He could feel his long fingers twitching with anticipation in his warm pockets, a stark contrast to the chilly wind on this fine spring evening.

He needed to be patient. Because patience was indeed, a virtue.

And Fyodor was a virtuous man. Perhaps not a good one, but he would gladly take the title of virtue.

Would you bestow upon him such a title? Would you do so, if you ever found out that he had taken such a keen interest in you? The rational part in his mind said no, of course not. Unlike him, you were blessed with normalcy. There was nothing extraordinary about you - no ability, no wealth, no status.

Nothing.

You could have been squished like a bug beneath his heel and the world would just keep on going as it always would. Sure, there would be some individuals who would miss you dearly but even they would move on at some point.

Such was the nature of humanity. How cruel, he thought to himself.

Fortunately for you, Fyodor was no ordinary man. Despite his predicament, he had grown fond of you. He was not sure why but after a while, he stopped asking such trifling questions as to why he troubled himself by giving you so much attention.

It was pointless to make sense of the senseless.

Right here, right now, all he wanted was to enjoy this quiet evening by his lonesome, as he tailed behind you like a creeping shadow. He would reveal himself to you properly when the time was right, when he felt you were strong enough to take him.

Fyodor just needed to wait a little bit longer, just long enough to see how he should proceed with you in case things went south.

In the meantime, he would gladly spend every waking moment simply watching you for his own personal pleasure.

🥀 TAGS: @yanroma, @oneoftheprettynerds, @misdollface, @sxy0ung, @rosemary108233, @c4xcocoa, @gettinshiggywithit, @ophticcus, @lakxcpsta, @ranposgirlboss, @robinaxolotl, @acornwinter, @enoojnij, @ishqani, @osachiyo, @bluepeanutharmony, @kaithegremlin, @fyodorscockslut, @wcayaw, @luna-mariko-akatsuki, @lovelyyz, @queenofspades403

APRIL 24TH - Story One is AI.

[l1tw1ck]

bottom!ftm!omega!bunny!akutagawa x top!amab!alpha!wolf hybrid!reader

[event request] | afab language used

CW: Non-Con, Step-Cest, Yandere Reader, Knotting, Creampie

Akutagawa stops in his tracks, thanks to your hand grabbing the back of his collar. His tail frizzes up in surprise. “You thought I wouldn't find out, did you?” You growl. “How fucking dare you.”

“Let go of me you– you mutt!”

“What did you just say?” Your face darkens. He freezes in fear. He fucked up. “It's time for you to learn some manners.” You slam him onto the ground and pin him down.

Akutagawa struggles in your hold, refusing to go down without a fight. “Why are you doing this to me?!”

“Because you're mine.” You scratch off his shirt and then his pants. He looks at you in horror, unable to move. You spread his legs and free your length. “I thought it'd be fine to let you be free but clearly you can't behave yourself. I’m never letting you go free.”

He doesn't react fast enough, you're already forcing your way inside. “Your dad won't even notice you're gone. And I doubt anyone would look for you.” You watch as tears fall from his eyes. “I already have a place set up for us. You won't have to worry about anything anymore.”

“Stop!” Akutagawa shrieks as you roughly pound into him mercilessly. “You're disgusting!” He tries to attack you but you don't care, even when he manages to scratch you it doesn't make you stop.

“Don't lie. You love this.” You press down on his neck. “You’ve already come twice.”

“Be- because you keep touching me!”

“So you like it when I touch you.” You grin.

“No! I hate it!”

“You don't. You want more but you're too prideful to admit it. You want my knot, don't you?” You move so that his cunt grinds against it.

He shakes his head rapidly.

“I know you do. You’ll look so cute carrying our pups.” You make fewer but harder thrusts as you reach your peak. He sobs in dismay, squirming around in a fruitless protest. You ignore him and fill him with your seed, knotting him without his consent. He gives up, silently crying as he comes to terms with his reality. “I love you.” You kiss his cheek. He grimaces in disgust.

[nikolais-eyepatch]

Hi I heard your requests are open and I certainly think your writing is quite fascinating^^ If you don't mind, can you write yan! ranpo hcs?? (can be sfw or nsfw)

hes so scary as a yandere-

Warnings: yandere, stalking, slight nsfw...not much!

okay starting off I think ranpo's actually the scariest to me...in blackmail atleast

he is the worlds greatest detective in world! but he's a yandere imagine how he would suddenly turn the tables-

imagine you work at the ada, whether your gifted or not

and ranpo cheerfully aproaches you with some sweets in hand as he starts bragging about his newst case- so easy to solve for him!

he ends up eating all of your praise and then he offers to feed you- he's really persistant too...

you hesitantly eat the chocolate from his hand as he uses his slightly covered thumb and puts it inside your mouth for you to lick

its as if he dosent realize that co workers dont do this or even friends...but he does know- how couldnt he?hes the greatest detective in the world! you just decide to ignore it since...hey hes sweet!

what you dont know is he excuses himself to the bathroom as he start licking the place where you licked...? ew creep. and the fact he's into this? ugh. (its giving siyun baek..)

but it comes to the point where...you feel so uncomfortable...

coming home and everythings fine! no sign of anybody there! except for the slightly crumpled blanket...but you must have done that! silly you!

hey what happend? why are all your friends suddenly hanging with out you...hey why isnt ranpo leaving you..?

hey...your favorite pair of panties...? oh nevermind you found them! hey..didn't you already check there though? huh...

how come everyone freezes when he's in the room...oh it must be since he's famous! and smart! thats overwhelming!

why are you suddenly smelling a strange comforting scent of vanilla? oh must be that one time ranpo visited your house with no warning to play a new game that he somehow figured out the plot fast...but hey he beat the level! so it must be from that right?

jesus why are you feeling watched...its scary...yet comforting..? no! that's creepy!

whys ranpo comforting you when suddenly you feel all helpless? he just...knows...please he knows since hes the greatest detective right? maybe not-

You wont cuddle with him because you want space? oh! he didn't realize you wanted him to reveal all the things youve never told anybody...he said your body language told everything to him...?

now you and ranpo sort of start doing lovey dovey stuff! its as if hes all delusional- your not even dating! but hey...just for a little while right? no more...right?

kisses for every case he solved, every sweet he ate, every small task you or him completed, every kiss for...everything! he's cute as he just starts blushing afterwords!

and it gets creepier- he starts getting all pouty and whiney! typical him but the threats he just said are scaring you

suddenly one day he tells you 'i cant wait till were married, huh!'...you guys just established a relationship without even knowing? its all fine though ^^

but hey if you're a good girl for him he'll let you off the hook sometimes! you get to hang out with your friends again...a bit shorter time but its fine since its ranpo! and if you equally show him affection and praise and love- he's the best!!

if you dont....hey it dosent take super deduction skills for your cute head to process it heh ♡!

[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

*ੈ✩‧˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧˚*ੈ✩‧˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧☆

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

°♪`⊹*ꕤ˚+.°♪`⊹*ꕤ˚+.°♪`⊹*ꕤ˚+.°♪`⊹*ꕤ˚+.°♪`⊹*ꕤ˚+.°

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

[baby-tini]

So... you accept dark content? Perfect. Not a confession but.. I just need your thoughts on a dark poly skk

AHHH YESSS

My personal thoughts is that, I could see it working out, there would obviously be arguments and shit but entertaining none the less. You said dark, so I'm giving dark hc thoughts 😘

-Dazai doesn't have the space or money to keep you captive, so that's on Chuuya to do. You most likely have your own room at first just to settle in and learn to behave before they unchained you.

-Dazai is definitely the most affectionate, he doesn't know the meaning of boundaries. He'll touch you and kiss you, groping at your chest and ass. Pushing him away won't deter him, he's an asshole, he's gonna instigate shit.

-Chuuya would definitely be more open to treating you like a human and not just a pet or smth to stick his dick in (*cough* Dazai *cough*) he's more gentle and respectful of your boundaries and limits. Although... if he wants a kiss before he leaves for work.. then he's not taking "no" for an answer, love.

-Punishments... depends on who and why you're getting one. Dazai tends to let loose and be more sadistic with his punishments. Chuuya, depending on what you did, can either just spank you or edge you for hours. There ABSOLUTELY WILL be noncon involved at some point, sometimes Chuuya just doesn't have the patience to sweetly talk you into sucking him off... and Dazai? Dazai doesn't care all that much, especially if we're talking PM Dazai.. that fucker gives 0 shits about what you want.

-I do wanna say that if the punishment involves BOTH of them... just one question, WHAT DID YOU DO??? Dazai most likely will lead with most punishments because Chuuya is a pretty empathetic person so he'll go easy sometimes. You will definitely be chained up and spread open, they might drug you if you're fighting a little to much. You will ABSOLUTELY be fucked within an inch of your life, you won't know left from right anymore.

I have more but this is getting kind of long..

[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.

[idle-daydreams]

Hi I hope you're doing well I'm not sure if you do these types of requests but can I please ask for a yandere Demon King chuuya with a pregnant darling

Sure thing!

Tw: Yandere, forced pregnancy, mentions of abortion, mentions of blood, cannibalism and violence.

You were three months along before you realized you were pregnant.

It had been easy to ignore the signs in the beginning. Time moved strangely in the demon world, and it wasn’t the first time you’d missed your period since you’d gotten there. You’d assumed that the rest of it - the exhaustion, the mood swings, even the changes in your body - was due to whatever otherworldly food and drink Chuuya gave you, to say nothing of the effects of living in proximity of the Demon King himself.

It wasn’t until Chuuya had pointed out the slight swell of your stomach that the horrifying realization had dawned upon you.

You would have gotten rid of it had you any means to do so. But Chuuya had figured it out just as soon as you had, and had locked you down even more stringently than before. Gone were all the little freedoms he’d granted you over time; he refused to let you out of his sight, insisting on taking care of you himself. He practically forced you into bed-rest, waiting upon you hand and foot so that you wouldn’t stress yourself out. It would have been nice, were it not for the fact that you were carrying Chuuya’s child.

The Demon King’s child.

A demon itself, taking root inside you.

It made you want to tear yourself apart with your bare hands. The thing was strong, leeching vitality from you until you could barely walk. You found yourself hungering for raw flesh and fresh blood, wanting to kill and gnaw and bite and tear things apart, until you could see their entrails and their oozing blood. Chuuya indulged you, bringing you wild animals and letting you sate yourself; you hated it, but you hated him even more, for putting you into this position.

Not that Chuuya seemed to mind. From the moment your pregnancy had been confirmed, the red-headed demon lord had been deliriously happy. He would spend hours resting between your legs with his head on your belly, talking or singing to “the baby”. He would patiently bare your tantrums, all the crying and screaming and general hysteria, even letting you vent your frustrations by throwing things at him. It was only when you tried to hurt yourself did he tie you down, claiming that your safety was more important.

“I don’t want to do this, love,” he said, stroking your hair. “But you’ve got to take it easy. All this stress isn’t good for either of you.”

“Chuuya, I’m begging you, please, end it,” you said, tears pouring down your face. “This pregnancy will kill me, I know it will. I can’t carry a demon child, please.”

Chuuya frowned, tracing a thumb over your cheek. “You’ll carry the baby all right,” he said. “This isn’t the first time a human’s carried a demon child. And you’ve drunk enough of my blood to be part-demon yourself, so this ain’t that big a deal.”

“I don’t care.” You tugged at your restraints, cursing yourself and your miserable life. How had you ended up like this? What had you done to deserve any of this? Why was this happening to you, of all people? Weren’t there worse people in the world, who deserved to suffer more?

You flinched as Chuuya kissed your temple, before settling on his haunches before you and putting his hands on the swell of your belly. “I can sense them, you know,” he said. “They’re a strong one.”

“I know,” you said through gritted teeth. “I’ve never been this uncomfortable in my entire life. I’m nauseous, my body hurts, and my bladder feels l-” you scowled as Chuuya grinned- “why are you laughing?”

“Because you’re pregnant.”

You flinched as he swooped down to hug you tightly. “You don’t know what it’s like,” he said happily, gazing at you with contentment. “Demons don’t really get pregnant; it’s something to do with the way our bodies work. I never thought I would have a family, I never thought I’d ever have someone like you. I love you, I love you so much, you’ve given me - you’re giving me - everything that I’ve ever wanted.”

“And you don’t care if I die in the process,” you whispered.

His expression momentarily soured, before he mulishly shook his head. “That ain’t gonna happen. I told ya, there are ways to make sure this whole thing goes well.” He put a hand on your stomach again, gently tracing its curved with one blackened claw. “You’re not gonna like it, it’s going to be a bit uncomfortable, but I swear to you that you’re both going to come out of this alive. I promise you, on my honor as the Demon King.”

[famwhy]

Realisation

Yandere Dazai Osamu

Word Count: 3,176

Akutagawa despised you.

He hated everything about you. You, who was Dazai's other subordinate. You, who Dazai praised on the daily. You, who Dazai never let anyone in the Port Mafia lay a hand on.

It was unfair.

It was completely and utterly unfair.

Here he was, getting beaten bloody and blue for just a spec of approval from his mentor, while you stood there, just having to breathe to get the man to sing you praises.

You didn't even have an ability close to the potential his Rashomon had! How did you receive his mentor's approval without having to lift even the smallest finger?

What was worse, though, was the fact that you would always look at him with pity swirling in your eyes whenever Dazai would beat him into submission. Akutagawa hated that pity. He would despise you less if you gave him an arrogant smirk every time Dazai chose you over him. He didn't need your pity, he didn't want it.

How dare you have the audacity to pity him?!

Even now, he stood still, watching as Dazai smiled at you - cooing about how amazing you were as he held you with such a gentle touch, nothing like the rough way he would grab Akutagawa when he was needed for a mission. 

And once more, there was that damn pity in your eyes. Disgusting.

♡

"You did perfect out there, Y/N-chan." Dazai praised you, arms wrapped securely around your waist and gaze half-lidded.

"Thank you, Dazai-senpai." You broke the gaze you held with Akutagawa to send Dazai a bashful smile.

"Come now, didn't I tell you to call me Osamu?" 

"That would be highly inappropriate of me to do, Dazai-senpai."

"How so? We're both the same age here, Y/N-chan."

"But I am your subordinate."

"Yes you are, and as my subordinate, I order you to call me Osamu." 

He had cornered you, ordering you to call him by his name, knowing you could not refuse an order.

"Okay, Osamu-senpai."

"Why not drop the honorific too?" The longer the conversation went on, the tighter his grip around your waist seemed to be. His arms felt like they were constricting you rather than embracing you, it was uncomfortable.

"Oh-okay," Upon witnessing his expectant eyes, you gulped down the lump built up in your throat. "Osamu."

You could say with confidence that a shiver of disgust ran down your spine when he groaned after your words, pulling you even closer to him.

You knew of Akutagawa's jealousy towards you, he was a kid looking for the approval of his teacher but always being denied it. Always being denied it because that approval would go to someone else - you. The poor boy was unable to gain any praise from Dazai because he was too busy entertaining his infatuation with you. And for that, Akutagawa hated you.

It was much like a scenario where a boy looked for his father's acknowledgment but always got casted to the side because of the new woman his father laid his eyes on. A scenario in which it was only natural for the boy to feel jealous.

You felt for him, you really did. 

You felt so bad when you would stand to the side, watching as Dazai beat the boy for being 'too weak', only to then turn to you and place you on a pedestal - proclaiming about how he would never hurt you like he did Akutagawa, so blatantly showing his sick love for you.

Yes, that was what it was. A sick love.

You had realised it awhile back.

Dazai never treated you like his other subordinates, never dared being as rough with you as he was with them. He always said you were the best of all of them even though you knew that you could never compare to the strength of his other subordinates. Compared to them, you would describe yourself as average, nothing too powerful, nothing too weak. Just average.

You weren't flawless in missions - whenever you made a mistake, tears would flow down your eyes due to fear of what Dazai would do to you. He wouldn't do anything though, he never did. He would only cup your face in his hands and wipe your tears away before pulling you into a tight, protective embrace. 

You once remembered being handed over to Chuuya for the day, although it was unwilling. Dazai would never hand you over to the man he despised, not in a billion years. It was through the big boss' orders that you were told to train with Chuuya that day, much to the chagrin of Dazai. You knew the leader was testing Dazai's limits, seeing how he would respond to you being put into the arms of another.

Dazai was clever, he knew too. He knew that Mori was testing his limits, though he didn't particularly care. And because he didn't care, he stuck by your side the whole day - greatly annoying the male who never seemed to take off his fedora.

To say Dazai was possessive would be a huge understatement.

"Come to my office, I think a reward is on offer."

A reward? Tch, you'd hardly give it that name.

.

.

.

"Y/N."

Upon closing the door, your were met with the orange curls that framed the handsome face of one of your superiors.

"Ah! Nakahara-senpai, is there something I can do for you?" You nervously glanced around, not wanting to meet the eyes of Chuuya.

"How many times do I gotta tell ya? Call me Chuuya." 

"Sorry, Chuuya-senpai." 

"You can drop the senpai too."

"Ah, okay Chuuya-san."

"You're persistent."

"Is there anything I can help you with?" You cleared your throat, wanting the conversation to be over with. You were right outside Dazai's office - if he chose to leave and saw you with Chuuya, all hell would break loose.

"Yeah, boss wants you to come with me on a mission."

"He wants me to go with you?"

"The hell's that supposed to mean?" 

Careful Y/N, tread lightly. Chuuya's got a bit of a temper on him.

"Oh... uh... I just mean that.... well, I'm Dazai's subordinate so wouldn't it make more sense to send me on a mission with him?"

"You tellin' me you wanna be with that suicidal maniac?" 

He had a point.

"I guess not..." 

"C'mon then, the sooner we get this done, the sooner I can eat." With those words, Chuuya took off in a different direction - with you stumbling over yourself before following not too long after.

"Ah, Chuuya-san-."

"Just. Chuuya."

"... Chuuya, what type of mission are we going on exactly?"

"Capture and secure the target."

He abruptly stopped in his tracks, almost causing you to crash straight into his back had you not stopped in time, before turning around with a piece of paper in his hands.

"This is the target?" You rose a brow before squinting and trying to take a second look.

"He may look like he ain't much but the guy's a sneaky little shit." He withdrew the page, turning around once more to continue walking.

"Does he have an ability?" Gaining confidence, you sped up your pace to match with Chuuya's own, eventually walking in step with your superior.

"Yeah." 

"Oh, well, what is it?"

"Nothing I can't handle."

Your eye twitched. 

"Okay... I didn't ask if you could handle it or not. I asked what it was."

"Oh?" The way he tilted his head back with a smirk resting upon his face made it very clear to you that he knew what he was doing. "Wasn't aware you had a backbone to ya, princess. You seemed like the submissive type whenever you were with that fucking freak."

"I- gh-!" To say you were caught off-guard by his lewd implications would be an understatement. "Yuh-you-! Just tell me already!"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it." 

"Why you-!"

Before you could sputter an insult out, your body collided with another, instantly cutting you off.

"Ah, sorry." 

You intended to brush them away and continue after the short male, however, you were unable to do so when whoever bumped into you placed their hand on your shoulder - grip so tight and familiar.

"Where are you going?" The words were spat out with venom and you didn't even need to turn around to know it was Akutagawa.

"On a mission."

"On your own?"

"With Chuuya."

He clicked his tongue. "So disrespectful to your superiors, I don't understand how he likes you."

You jerked your shoulder, forcing his hand off of it without so much as a glance behind you - opting to say no more as you hastened your steps to catch up with the executive who was now quite ahead of you.

"Chuuya! Wait up!"

You made it out the doors, seeing the male just ahead of you and making your way towards him.

He was standing before a very cool-looking crimson motorcycle, smirking at it before throwing his body over it.

"Get on."

"Wha-? No helmet?" 

He looked at you as though you were wearing socks and sandles. "Helmet? You kidding me? Does that dick baby you that much?"

"Baby me?! I'm just concerned for my safety! Every biker wears a helmet!"

"Yeah? Well not-fucking-this-one. Now, are you gonna get on or do you wanna walk the rest of the way, sweetheart?" 

With a huff, you hopped on behind him - waiting for him to start the engine...

...only to receive no indication that he would be turning on the vehicle.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you to hold on."

"I am holding on."

"To me, dipshit."

"Tuh-to you?!"

When you returned to your flustered state, Chuuya's smirk also returned to his face.

"Yeah, to me. I mean, unless you wanna go flying off then,  by all means, be my guest."

Pushing through the embarrassment, you did as told, wrapping your arms loosely around Chuuya's torso.

"You're gonna wanna hold on tighter than that, sweetheart."

"This is as tight as I'll go."

"Suit yourself."

With a 'vroom', the bike sped off at speeds so alarmingly fast, you found your grip on Chuuya tightening out of pure fear for your life.

"AHHHHHH!"

"Told ya."

"OH SHUT UP!"

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"So, is this where the target is going to be?" You tilted your head to the side as you asked the male sat across from you.

The two of you were currently situated in a small cafe within a small street that was quite obscure, at least enough so that you wouldn't notice it if you were in a hurry to get somewhere from the main street. 

Chuuya had parked his motorcycle at the entrance of the cafe before entering and taking a seat, with you following diligently after.

That led you to now.

"Nope." He popped the 'p' to emphasise his point.

"Huh?! What do you mean 'nope'?!"

"I mean, no, the target is not going to be here." The smirk on his face grew, he was clearly enjoying teasing you.

"Then why are we here?!"

"Well, princess, I'm starving and I wanna eat something so here we are."

"You are unbelievable." You crossed your arms, sighing in a little too much exaggeration.

"Yeah? Well, believe it, sweetheart."

You chose not to speak after that, stubbornly crossing your arms and tossing your head to the side.

The rest of your little 'date' was spent in silence, apart from ordering food, neither of you spoke a word.

Your mind had wandered off, your thoughts drawing you to your mentor, Dazai. He was bound to find out where you were eventually. Just the thought of his reaction is enough to send a shiver down your spine.

No doubt he would drag you out and as far away as possible. He probably would mention something about how 'that disgusting midget' 'tainted' you - as though he, himself, had not done so already. 

"Oi, are you listening?" When you finally came to, the snapping of Chuuya's fingers was suddenly both visible and audible to you. "You can't keep your head stuck in the clouds while we're on a mission, princess."

"Says the guy who stopped at a cafe to get a meal nowhere near the target we're meant to be capturing right now." You were quick to send a quip right back at him, addressing him as though he wasn't your superior (which clearly wasn't the case).

"Yeah? Well, that guy's also your superior which means he can do what he fucking wants." You glowered as Chuuya gave you the most smug look in the world, as if he couldn't get any more cocky. "Anyway, let's go. I've had my fill."

You scrambled up after him, severely annoyed but choosing not to run your mouth again lest you want to anger the midget.

Honestly, this guy had some audacity to be this careless on missions. Just because he had a powerful ability, with masterful martial art techniques to match, did not mean he could be this unbothered by the consequences of his actions. Seriously, his ego is as big as Dazai's-.

"That's him! That's the little shit!" Chuuya's words snapped you back to reality, causing you to raise your head in alarm. "Alright, princess, time to put that ability of yours to use."

"I thought you didn't need my help." You stubbornly crossed your arms.

"I don't. But I suppose you wanna explain to the boss how you were doing nothing while I did all the work?"

Almost immediately, metal chains appeared from blue ribbons with kanji written on them - all of which originated from your now-crouched-down form, hands balled into fists that made contact with the ground.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

Your ability, 'Chains of Fate', allowed you to summon chains to restrain a target of your choice so long as they were within your line of sight. The perfect ability for capture missions; combat missions? Not so much.

Luckily, this mission was a capture mission. 

Your chains wrapped around your targets wrists and ankles, pulling at them and rendering him immobile. 

The 'crunch' of Chuuya's knuckles was very audible from beside you - as was the crack of his neck. He was getting ready to show off, wasn't he? Dazai told you a lot about Chuuya's tendency to go overboard with his ability due to his confidence in himself, 'an arrogant little shit' was the phrase he used when ranting to you about this specific trait of the handsome ginger.

Alright, time to see if he-.

"Y/N?"

Ah shit.

The sound of the familiar voice was enough to cause your concentration to falter and, in just that split window of time, the target was let loose of your chains - wasting no time to flee the scene.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Chuuya screamed, looking over at you, but by then, your wrist was already seized by your mentor.

"What. The. Fuck are you doing with this fucking midget." Dazai spat the words with such venom, you (and pretty much every person within your vicinity) flinched.

"The fuck did you just call me?!"

"Shut up, Chuuya. I'm not talking to you." Dazai's tone had completely changed from his usual playful one. It was one of complete and utter loathing. He was seething.

"Why you little-!"

"He's getting away!" You pointed towards the capture target.

"Let him." Scoffed Dazai. "I couldn't give less of a damn."

Your worried gaze stayed trained onto the man dashing away at speeds you weren't capable of reaching.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, subordinate." Your hair was pulled harshly, causing your whole head to jerk to the side, an expression of hurt falling on your face.

"Yuh-yes, Dazai-senpai." You winced once more, feeling him tug on the roots of your hair again. 

"What did I tell you to call me?" 

"Osamu."

"So call me it."

"Yes, Osamu..."

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Chuuya finally snapped out of his little daze from witnessing the way Dazai handled you. "She was just following the boss' orders. What? Does your authority go above the boss' now?"

Dazai narrowed his eyes, finally letting go of your hair. "Mori."

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"Explain to me again why that man is not within my grasp right now." The narrowed gaze of the Mafia boss sent shivers down your spine. 

"This piece of shi-."

"How about you explain to me why you told my Y/N to partner with Chuuya for this mission?" Dazai cut off the shortest male in the room, narrowing his own gaze much more that Mori.

"I don't see why I should."

"She is my subordinate. If there is anyone she should be doing a mission with, it's me." 

The way Dazai was acting was scaring you. A lot more than usual. He'd never once laid a hand on you, or well, with intentions to harm that is. This was the very first time he'd done so. You feared it wouldn't be the last.

"Her skillset is much unlike all of your other subordinates. In fact, I am thinking of sending her to work under Chuuya instead of you."

Slam.

"You will not be sending her to work with anyone but me."

With that, he seized your wrist in an extremely tight grasp and stormed right out of the office, leaving behind two dents in the table as traces of his fury.

As soon as you were a good distance away from the boss' office, you were tugged into an oh-so-familiar embrace.

"My Y/N, I'm so sorry for hurting you, but you must understand, I don't like you being around that disgusting midget." He stuffed his face into your neck, inhaling your scent and rendering you motionless.

"I'm sorry, Da- err, Osamu." 

"That's a good girl. My good girl." He pulled away from the hug before gently grasping your chin with eyes filled to the brim with love and adoration. "Such a good girl deserves a reward, don't you think?" 

His lips pressed against yours for the nth time that day, locking together with a one-sided love forced onto you through a very clear power dynamic.

Akutagawa may have despised you for the praise you got from Dazai but boy did you envy him for the lack of attention he got from the suicide freak.

No, Akutagawa does not have romantic feelings for Dazai. He looks up to him and only views him as a mentor. He just hates reader because she gets Dazai's praise effortlessly while he has never gotten any despite all the effort he has put into his job.

[elvestoneanzelote1]

thought: m! Y/N is Fijirald’s eldest son, or simply the firstborn, or from a previous relationship. He fled the country at the age of 17 because of a quarrel with his father, a very strong quarrel, and fled to Japan, to Yokohama, where he became an entrepreneur and does charity work. Only kept in touch with my mother/stepmother (Zelda) and sister. Now, at 20 years old, he is one of the investors/associates of the detective agency and communicates well with the employees; He doesn't say anything about his family, except that they are in a quarrel. I lived quietly, but suddenly a guild comes to town... (be sure to do Platonic Yandere: Fitzgerald, and the rest is optional) thanks for your attention (*´˘`*)♡

A:n- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵! 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘵.

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𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

(𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤) 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘪𝘵𝘻𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘥 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 (𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦) 𝘈𝘋𝘈.

The moment the argument started.

Fitzgerald was much more frustrated than you. Why would you want to work somewhere secluded alone?

You have all the money!

His business will soon be yours!? Why

Can't you just accept that.

Yet you do not and argue with him as if you are going to be much more successful than he is...

And the fact you left after the quarrel he declare you as an outcast.

Which you happily agreed and left.

To Japan.

Though he won't admit but he was slightly guilty... And Zelda your mother try to reassure Fitzgerald.

Later on when the daughter died.

His sole hope wwd you who can... Do something about Zelda.

Despite he won't admit but he is just an overprotective father.

He already lost his daughter.

He can't lose another child of his.

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When he find out you were with the Agencies.

He try to buy you out but Fukuzawa refuses.

Your freedom is your choice not his.

He try to ammend it... Try to talk it out and tell you about your sister... And... How he is guilty.

But the Agency had other plans.

They stopped him or you from talking which you were glad but not for Francis.

He was much more annoyed by it.

So when he got the chance during the agency been a criminal.

He make sure none knows you are apart of agency and took you away when the agency collapse.

As long as you are safe and within his watch that's all it matter.

As long as it is.

He will bear your hatred.

Of why he brought you here in a lock room

When the agency need your help.

Till then...

He will make sure you are safe.

For the sake for Zelda.

And for the sake of him been a responsible father... He failed to be once.

For today onwards.

He will make sure no trouble you shall ever meet again.

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A:n- that's all! Good day night to all!

[the-last-f2p]

Yandere promts day 14

14: “I won’t hurt you as long as you don’t do anything silly, love. don’t make me mad"

Featuring: Osamu Dazai

TW: Asking to commit double suicide, implied stalking, violence, blood

You always have the night shift at the convience store you work at, which is a bit of a blessing because litterally no one's coming to a small convience store on the outskirts of Yokohoma at 4. If you're lucky you can even just sleep for your whole shift and no one notices!

Minus the brown haired man who seems to come at 12 and NEVER leave well at least on the weekends. You've been trying to avoid him, he always stays for too long to be just buying something to eat and going out.

You're favourite part of the brown haired man's stay is when he first enters as he makes an effort to look around. If only leaving you alone for a couple of minutes. Then he comes to counter with various items which are usually made up of:

. Bleach

. Alcohol

. And Rope.

He then tries to makes conversation. Exchanges pleasantries, and then goes into conversation you might have with a close friend:

"Will you commit a double suicide with me?"

"No thanks." You always say, trying to drive him out of the store as quick as possible.

"Hm, maybe next time?"

Now this week has been interesting. The browned haired man's visits have been spread far and few between. You've gotten word that he's been coming around at lunchtime asking stuff like 'where's Y/N?'. Odd. You don't recall giving him your name.

And when he comes at the right time to see you, he no longer buys bleach or alcohol or rope. 1 singular crab onigiri. Selling for a couple hundred yen and then talking to you like usual. But like unusual he says:

"Hey, I'm Dazai you want to date me?"

"No thanks." You try and quickly get the money from 'Dazai' and make him leave.

You look up at him again, trying to get his money, but a knife had been situated next to your temple. Shit. "Unwise choice if I say so myself."

"Don't hurt me." You mutter.  You just want to be left alone, you just want to work.

“I won’t hurt you as long as you don’t do anything silly, love. don’t make me mad." He chuckles and moves the knife down to your cheek, nipping it with said knife. Blood dripping out slowly. You put your hand on your cheek in attempt to stop the bleeding. Your hand is probably red now. But do not threat:

Everything will be fine. Everything will be better.

   The man with the brown hair no- Dazai, will make sure of it.

[yandere-romanticaa]

For a man so high up his own ass, it was strange to see Fyodor act so... clingy.

It humanized him, even if just for a little bit. The man would always keep you at an arms reach but his private space was a top priority. The countless hours you'd spent on the ground by his feet were grueling and boring, but he loved to keep you there. His long and slender fingers would type away on the bright computer screen, perhaps maybe sometimes even grace the crown of your head with a gentle caress in order to prevent you from falling into too deep of a slumber.

Today however, his attention was focused solely on you.

Gogol had sent him many messages but Fyodor ignored them all. Right now all he wanted was to hold you, in bed, the outside world be damned.

Even demons needed to rest.

Fyodor pressed himself closely against your body, leaving no cracks in between you. There was no force alive, or perhaps even dead, which could pry him off you. He wore a neutral expression on his pale face, the white ushanka cast aside somewhere on the floor, forgotten and completely unnecessary.

He wanted your fingers in his hair, Fyodor thought to himself. Fyodor liked your fingers very much but he wouldn't tell you that.

It would give you too much power over him. He could not allow that.

He must let you think that he is the one who is in control, he is the one who pulls all of the strings. While that statement did ring true, it didn't change the fact that your doe eyes could bring this self proclaimed demon down to his knees.

Could you perhaps be an angel? Was that why you were so tough to tame? Were you brought down to Earth to punish him? Angels and demons were natural enemies after all...

Forbidden fruit always was the tastiest.

For now though, in this rare and fleeting moment, the man with an ink black heart would allow himself to be soft, weak. Perhaps even a little human.

He might kill you for this, one day.

But that day was not today.

Coffee shop blurbs really are the most fun to write.

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[gxzmoon]

Mine and mine only.

Tw: kidnapping, obsession, drugging, bruises.

This my first time writing a fanfic-!!

You were trapped in this place you call "hell", not sure on how many time has passed since you last felt freedom. It all started when you met Dazai a detective who was working in the Armed Detective Agency you were his favorite "client" to say the least he was very obsessed with you. He knew that you would be perfect for him a little angel he could play with. Everytime you meet him, you felt a hint of malice inside of him, you brush it off thinking that your just imagining things. Until the worst happened, you never thought that his obsession with you would go so far that he kidnapped you and chained you to his basement. Here you were your wrist and ankle were bruised crimson red and purple because of the tight chain preventing to escape his grasp. You hope for freedom but days months and years eventually pass you were still here. Being Dazai's play thing.. One day Dazai came home from work. Footsteps were heard coming down in you direction.. Dazai is probably checking up on you.. right? Your eyes catches his.

He kneels infront of you caressing you cheeks with his rough fingers

"My dear (y/n) how are you..?"

He asks looking at you with a vile smirk

"I-im fine" you replied stuttering with each word

His finger traces your neck up until it reaches your chin, that he lifts up so your looking directly at him.

"Hm.. are you sure..? your heartbeat says otherwise." He grins as if he was teasing you. You roll your eyes but before you could answer his lips came crushing into yours. Bringing yourselves in a heated and agressive kiss. Not a minute has passed Dazai pulled away from the kiss .

"Your mine and mine only.. do you understand." He reminded you, his voice hoarse and deep mixing with a hint of malice.

You really are hopeless aren't you..

[nikolais-eyepatch]

THIS TOOK SO LONGGG IM SORRY U GUYS BUT I KINDA LIKE THIS SHOULD I MAKE A PT 2??? <333 YOU GUYS PLS READ THIS I THINK THIS MIGHT BE MY BEST WORKSSS!! also thing is i had dazai in mind for this but then i thought that it might be ooc so the character can be anyone!!

warnings : murder, stalking, suggestive writing, two psychos in love <33 (i do not condone these actions outside of fanfiction)

word count : 3.291K

(credit to @tookio for the dividers throughout the story!! lace one!! )

In the dimly lit streets of the city, where shadows, secrets, whispers and crime had all intertwined. You would have never ever even thought about the fact that you would have met him. Handsome was an understandment, but beneath all that charisma lies a man that you had met that fateful night.

You had simply seen him...everywhere. he was quiet the talk. his name was well-known. but by each passing day the paranoia increased. you had seen his smile, it was so perfect. god even you had a slight crush on the man, who wouldn't?

just like everyone else you had fantasies too, i mean his skin was so smooth...it'd be a perfect addition to you're collection. Out of everyone you had seen he simply had this charm you've never even noticed in others. why not indulge yourself in these weird fantasies? i mean sure you wouldn't be acting them out, so what harm right!

As a detective it was normal for you to get off work late, helping others and solving crimes. The pay was quite good in honesty, that's the only reason you sticked around.

nothing really interested you when you think about it, from a young age everything was all, blank. You really couldn't give a shit about anyone. You were only doing your job.

So when you stumbled across him as you entered the alley and heard the sound of something gushing, was that the sound of... stabbing? You never had thought you would've found him. murdering the man who had asked for your hand, you wouldn't blame him. he was an nuisance.

in the dim lights the eye contact between you two was tense, until you had sighed and raised an eyebrow as the words stumbled out.

"you seem like a busy man tonight, sir." you say unbothered at the sight as you continue observing him, he was wet with blood, obviously, you note. the smell was unbearable, so was the sight...he really did a number on him.

his eyes twinkle with amusement, a devilish smirk playing upon his lips. "Indeed, I am. But fear not, dear detective, I hold no ill intentions toward you." His voice was smooth as he reassured you.

you simply stare at him confused as you decide to do what's best, "That's...fine by me, sir. Have a good night dear stranger." you brush off as you wave goodbye to him and continue your merry way back home.

you weren't bothered...? oh how happy he was! with a grin spread across his face reaching his ears he watched you turn the other way and walk away. thank god! He had his eyes on you for sososo long!! You never knew how much he had wanted to possess you, to claim her as his own, even if it meant succumbing to the darkest corners of his soul! You saw him murder...yet you didn't even react? you could have done anything! gone to the police- ran away- or even decide to do something since you yourself were a detective! but no! you didn't! this means something right? you kept his secret! he knows you will! who else would you tell? this is perfect...that means you agree to be his! i mean c'mon- you didn't even care! he confirms your the one- only one!!! such a Fateful night, gosh!!

your figure gets smaller and smaller as he watched you with a giddy attitude, forgetting all about the body just by his foot...he had wanted to court you...he couldn't have that could he? he did this for you! and you didn't even care much about him! your the perfect one!!!

he always had a yearning to understand his soulmate...who dares to walk the same path as him yet stands on opposite sides of the moral divider. now? he's gotten his answer

As the days passed, the memory of him lingered in your thoughts, a persistent thorn in his otherwise impenetrable psyche. Intrigued by his motives and everything, you had found yourself drawn to his presence, craving the thrill of her company...this was bad.

One night you had no idea how it had happened. some bitch had been getting on your nerves. next second you find yourself in the same alleyway you and that man had met, as you continue stabbing the woman, her face was disformed, her organs were showing as the blood spurted out, god...it felt so right. The greed taking over as you took advantage of her drunk-like state. If her face wasn't disformed from the amount of struggle she put in, maybe you would have used her skin to experiment.

you now see why killing was such a thrill, simply from hearing it from others at your work, to looking for clues, even going to crime scenes and asking witnesses, to reading such books at night before bed, and witnessing that man do a gruesome sin so casually?? you had given up. all the pent up amount of anger and frustration showing up as you showed no mercy to the woman under you and you continue making the same motion.

up, down, squelch, up. up, squelch, down, up. up, squelch, down, actions that were considered psychotic and you were against all going down the drain- you were a detective goddammit! why was this happening?? god you just-

you stop all actions as your moments falter at the sound of footsteps. turning your head to the direction you found him, standing there with a smirk.

you chuckle and soften your eyes as you say "dear stranger, we meet again." you say as you observe him, this time it was you who was covered in blood, him a witness to your deepest desires.

he had always questioned whether his feelings towards you were love or obsession....whether you'd get to live or die was depended on what he had thought of you. yet, seeing you in this light made him question his own motives.

"Once again, fate brings us together," he murmured, his voice cold yet amused. "I see our paths are destined to cross repeatedly." From the corner of his eye, he noticed your hand gripping the weapon tightly, a mask of determination etched onto her face. "What brings you here, my dear detective?" He asked, curiosity mingled with a slight bit of excitement.

"ah business, my dear stranger." you commented as you eye him up and down, you didn't really know if it was in attraction or disgust really, everything was too foggy in your brain.

rights confused with wrongs, left and rights, north and south, west and east, god it was such a ecstatic feeling!

a faint smirk graced his lips as he studied his dear, the veneer of his composure never faltering. "Business, you say?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. "And what kind of 'business' requires the taking of a life?" His gaze shifted to the dead woman on the ground.

you were like him!!! he was so happy!! imagine the dates you could have since you and him were alike!! he wonders if you'll kill for him too as he has for you, his dear spouse!!!

"The usual, now we've both caught each other doing this act of....sin haven't we?" you say warning reminding him oh his own crimes as you cautiously look at him for any reactions as you clutch your knife suspicious at his motive.

The gleam in his eyes intensified, acknowledging the truth in your statement. He let out a soft chuckle, a sinister sound that echoed through the alleyway. "so it seems we share a common bond, after all. you and I, the hunter's. It is a curious coincidence, indeed." Pausing briefly, he continued, "But our roles do not define us, my dear detective. Shall we exchange confessions, or shall we continue our separate journeys?" he asked with a smirk.

god you don't get it!! he's so nervous! he's itching to hold you! please say yes! he'll actually die and drag you with him if you say no!!

after a few moments of silence you break it with a simple, "Shall we have dinner at mine?" you ask as you tilt my head in curiosity of his response.

he raised an eyebrow at the unexpected invitation, but there was no denying the allure of its audacity. There was something about you that piqued his interest, a challenge he couldn't resist. "An intriguing proposition, detective," he replied, his voice smooth as silk. "I accept, under one condition. We shall share our darkest secrets over dinner, and I believe that you have tales worth hearing." With slow steps he walked towards you.

you have no idea what you do to him, your so perfect...he cant believe he had forgotten the ring at home. he'll make it up though, perhaps a night together? Would you enjoy that?

he walks towards you not to startle you as you stay put and clutch the knife by your side, once he reaches you he gently takes the knife out of your hand and holds it by his side,a small gesture to make sure you wouldn't stab him or the woman anymore. Speaking of, he continues observes the woman below the two. he knows your not dumb enough to leave evidence due to your experience, so he leaves it at that.

you speak up continuing the eye contact as you admit, "I don't have much stories, i can assure you that. This is my other darkest secret. The art of killing is quite fascinating, no? The motives, blood, shrill, everything." you sigh out in relief.

Oh? Quite amusing, no?

as you spoke, he observed you closely, noting the dreamy quality in your voice. There was a certain thrill in her words, a shared understanding that surprised him. "The art of killing..." he mused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "It is indeed a fascinating dance, a deadly waltz between life and death. But it is not merely the violence that captivates me; it is the web of motivations that drive individuals to such extremes. Tell me, what fuels your passion for it?" He asked, genuinely interested in her answer. he himself personally knew that beneath the surface of any killer, layered a story untold.

"My story..? I apologize but i'm not that quite fascinating. i simply wanted to feel the thrill and joy, i suppose that's what makes us different. Now dear stranger, care to have dinner with me tonight?" you remind him of the pervious offer as you start to get slightly impatient at the questions.

he nodded, accepting the change in direction of the conversation. "Very well, detective. Your reasons for your actions may not be as elaborate as mine, but they are yours nonetheless." he paused for a moment, considering her proposal. "Yes, I accept your invitation. Tonight it is." A sly smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, the anticipation of their meeting building within him. "Perhaps over dinner, we will uncover more about each other's motivations and the shadows that shape us." he says that more as a promise as the gaze in his eyes are tender yet filled with a look that makes you shiver...surprisingly.

you offer a hand for him, taking the offered hand, he felt the cool body temperature compared to his warmth.

His eyes flickered with surprise, but he hid it well. "You leave no trace, do you?" he remarked, his tone neutral. "a wise precaution, one that I respect." Turning to face you, he wrapped his free arm around her shoulders, guiding her through the dimly lit alleyway. "Now, let us embark on this adventure you speak of. to uncover the shadows that shape us, we must first delve into the darkness that binds us."

his arm slides down her shoulder and instead their fingers entwined, the two walked side by side, an unlikely duo drawn together like magnets...

"your skin is so smooth, i'd gladly use it as a use for my future experiment, but for now i shall continue doing research." you note to him as you walk hand in hand to your apartment, a new unlikely bond forming.

he smiles as he stays quiet as he observes you take out your keys, unlock the said door to your apartment, and let him go in first, he does so as he steps in a couple of steps as he comments "Your home reflects your nature, detective. Cluttered yet organized, a testament to your duality."

you lock the door as you step in with him and guide him to the small table, oddly enough you had two chairs across from each other with a small round table in between.

he sits as you gesture for him to sit as his eyes simply watch you, never taking them off you or your figure...this is a dream come true for him, dear. you have no idea of all the nights he's thought about this, a fantasy now a reality.

you start by assuring him "I don't plan on having your head, rest assure my dear. I simply wish to enjoy the warmth of a dinner."

he gets even more ecstatic but doesn't let it show as his lips quirk into a small smile.

"Warmth, indeed. An appropriate word for the evening, don't you think?" he comments as he puts his cheek in his palm which is resting on the table as he tilts his head and continues smiling at you.

warmth, warmth?

in the small moments of chatting and such while you prepare dinner for two as he observes you continue talking about exchanged stories- tales of their past, their motivations, and the darkness that haunted them.

you set down the plates on his and your side as you sit in your chair and begin eating, silence overtakes the two as you continue enjoying the warmth of another person and the food which isn't as bad as the one's from the other days.

you start by saying "now when we first met, did you know the man you had killed my dear? He was planning on courting me the next day...but you had killed him" you say wiping your lips with a napkin to ensure you didn't look improper infront of your new guest.

his moments falter then he hides it with a smirk as his gaze locking onto you. "a twist of fate, then," he said quietly, setting down the fork for a moment to take a sip of the water. "Your intended suitor, replaced by an unexpected encounter with me. A interesting meeting that led us here, sharing a meal and confessions. Quite poetic, don't you think?" He resumed eating, his expression the same. "yet, I wonder, why did you not reciprocate his feelings towards you? Was there something about him that displeased you?"

he asked, curious about her feelings toward the man he had intentionally kiled yet he masks it up with curiosity wanting to know more about his dear,

"He simply...wouldn't approve of my ideals." you say as you shrug your shoulders as you put down your fork and admire the man across from you, the lighting right above the table highlighting his features, his eyes downwards as he focuses on eating, his face looking charming as ever, and him.

he meets your eyes as he then says "Ideals are a tricky thing, aren't they? They can either bring people together or tear them apart. And in this case, it seems like your ideals kept you from that fateful engagement." He pondered for a moment, then added, "Tell me more about these ideals, detective. What drives you to walk this dark path?" He wanted to understand you better, to unravel the threads that made you...you!!

As they continued their meal, the conversation flowed effortlessly, each revelation painting a clearer picture of his dear sitting across from him.

with questions unanswered from your side, you get up as you collect both your and his empty dishes as you walk to the sink and rinse the plates with water before putting soap on a sponge and getting to work.

he watched you move gracefully about the kitchen, a mix of admiration and amusement playing across his features. "You have a peculiar charm, detective. one cannot help but be drawn in by you." He mused, leaning back in his chair. "but I must ask, will you always be the hunter, or do you ever allow yourself to be hunted?" His question was gentle, yet persistent, encouraging you to reveal another factor about your life.

you decide to indulge in his charm as you answer "i can be anything you want, my dear," you say as you continue scrubbing the dishes not bothering to turn back and look at him as you continue your work.

his eyes never move off your figure as he starts by saying "perhaps...there is more to discover within each other than just our dark interests, dearest."

He stood up, crossing the room to stand behind her. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he whispered softly into her ear, "And what of your fantasies, detective? Do share them with me, and I promise to fulfill them." His breath tickled her neck, a gentle reminder of his presence. The tension in the air thickened, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

you simply cherish his warmth compared to your coldness as you hum a tone enjoying the temporary- no forever moments between you two.

after a short while you say "our night that day i suppose was a fateful night, no?" you say moving for a bit turning off the faucet and then setting the plates. Afterword's, drying your hands then meeting his body against yours as you put your arms around his neck with a playful smirk.

he returned her smile, his own smirk matching her playfulness. "Yes, indeed, a fateful night-" he agreed yet interrupting himself, leaning in instead to brush a soft kiss against her lips. the kiss was a small one, simply enjoying the softness against lips as you seal an invisible oath.

he continues on "-One that will echo through our dreams and shape our reality. Your hands are clean now, but I fear, my dear detective, I may never wash off the stains of our shared past." He pulled her close, as if that was even possible as he and you enjoy the tenderness as his hand cups your cheek.

"in what way my dear? we have such a bond...our fondness could increase more, it'd be a shame if it went to waste." you say as you nuzzle closer to his hand on your cheek.

" I am merely a shadow, a whisper in the wind that brings forth change," he then plants a soft kiss at the softness of your neck below you jaw as he continues, "but for you? my dear, call me whatever you wish for tonight, i am yours just as if you are mine."

Their embrace lingered, filled with unspoken promises and desires. The air between them crackled with anticipation, a silent agreement to explore the boundaries of themselves to the fullest for eternity.

"care to spend the night, dear?" you ask, a simple question yet very obvious intentions.

knowing the answer yet he considered your invitation, his eyes never leaving yours. "I accept, under one condition: You allow me to learn everything about you, and share with me your deepest secrets." He whispered, his tone low and seductive. "only then can we truly merge our shadows, becoming one in the dance of darkness." His fingers tightened subtly, pulling her closer still despite the closeness.

"Then afterwords...do we forget about everything we had tonight? Or maybe...are you thinking of something else dear?" You ask hopefully as you push a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"Such forgetfulness does have its merits, but it would be foolish to discard the memories we create. Instead, let's keep them locked away in our hearts, to be revisited only for us." He leaned in, brushing his lips with yours as he continues holding your cheek tenderly.

This was more than mere attraction; it was a bond born of shared darkness and mutual understanding. He knew that this encounter would leave an indelible mark on them both, and he welcomed it. Their passion grew, fueled by secrets and desires, until they succumbed to the pull of the night, surrendering to the whims of fate and their own twisted dreams.

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what if.. and yandere dazai and chuuya with a reader that is as crazy they as they are for them? Like if they didnt kidnapped her, she would try to do it herself and as pictures of them on her bed.. like yandere of a yandere

OMG YANDERE X YANDERE!! I LOVE YOU FOR THIS REQUEST!! I had a lot of fun writing this, especially Chuuyas one

YANDERE! Chuuya and dazai x YANDERE! Reader

Warnings: mentions of stalking, kidnapping, and whatever else comes with yandere stuff

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Chuuya:

•Hes a little confused when he begins to stalk you and finds a bunch of pictures that you clearly took of him in his house, out with friends, working out, at work, ect.

•He brushes it off as you having a 'normal' crush

•Hes overjoyed when he kidnaps you only to find out you love him just as much as he loves you

•He finds your obsession with him so cute, the way you take photos when you think he's not looking, the way you steal his stuff and you think he doesn't notice, the way you're constantly clinging to him despite the fact that he's kidnapped you, he just finds it absolutely adorable!

•Sometimes he'll leave the stuff that could be of interest of you so you can steal it easily (His clothes (*cough cough* underwear *cough* simp), little trinkets of his, photos ect.)

•He gives you you're own room that he says he never checks, so you keep all his stuff and photos in there. He even gives your own key for extra comfort that he can't get in!

•Little did you know, he's sees everything in that room, he has a copy of your key

•He sees what you have of him, and sometimes takes some of your stuff

•He trusts you to go out by yourself, but you never do. You always want to be next to him

•He'll often make time to take you fun places, feeling bad you won't get to go unless he goes with you. He'll take you to the mall, the movies, amusement parks, ect.

•He never takes you to work, which you constantly whine about. He just can't bring himself to take you, no matter how much you complain, he doesn't want you getting hurt

•He still lets you cling to his side most of the time

•He just let's you do whatever you want basically, he finds you adorable and allows you to think you're being 'sneaky'

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Dazai:

•The minute you start stalking him, he knows

•It doesn't take him long to realize you're just as obsessed with him as he is with you

•At first he plays dumb, he totally didn't know you were stalking himmmmmm

•Eventually, he starts stripping and changing while you take photos, it gets to the point where he looks at you and poses

•He knows that you know that he knows you're stalking him, and vise versa

•You're confused as to why he doesn't care though

•Despite already having an amazing plan to kidnap him, he beats you to it

•He let's you sleep in his room with him, and brings you everywhere with him except work (for obvious reasons)

•He tries to give you separation anxiety, constantly clinging to your side and allowing and encouraging you to do the same. Which, you of course do, you love him and can't see through his schemes

•You have no need to take photos or steal his stuff because you're constantly surrounded by him and his stuff

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I hoped you liked reading this as much as I liked writing it