#yandere chuuya nakahara x reader

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Chuuya Nakahara headcanon

Chuuya would be a possessive, obsessive and overprotective Yandere.

He would fall in love with you very much. Chuuya would be a really passionate man.

If you didn't know who he was Chuuya would try to create a "normal" relationship.

Emphasis on trying.

However, if you knew more about him or tried to leave, Chuuya would kidnap you.

Either the kidnapping or the fact that he threatens anyone who comes too close to you with a gun.

If you obeyed his rules your life would be easy.

Chuuya would love to pamper you and show his love.

However, if you break the rules…

Punishments would also be a thing.

Chuuya would try to stay calm with you.

However, sometimes you make it difficult.

He would be a truly "emotional" man.

At those times it would be really hard to stay calm and he might hurt you.

Usually with bone fractures.

He would be really sorry afterwards.

[sojuyae]

shift

nakahara chuuya / reader

notes: yandere themes, captivity, self indulgent, unhealthy relationships, dependency

after the first month of your captivity, chuuya unshackles the chains that had marred your wrists with hues of crimson and violet. you learned to never quiver in anticipation of pain when he tenderly thumbs the uneven skin. his heterochromatic eyes of abysmal blue and ebony meeting yours expectantly— as though he harbored a silent yearning, a wish that his touch might convey sentiments that eludes spoken words.

you bathe by yourself now, an autonomy that was once taken from you. its a welcomed change, with the chains gone, so too were the days when he would bathe you himself, where his hands would subtly wander, tracing paths they had no right to explore. you weren't safe from his gaze either, lingering upon areas veiled in vulnerability.

as darkness envelops and it is time for dinner, you think back to how his gloved hand would rest on your utensil, fingers on your jaw. his persistence on feeding you himself, often leading to you eating off his hand.

you now hold your brittle utensil, staring blankly at your meal. chuuya's gaze is not lost on you. you wonder if you have ever threw a tantrum during mealtime to warrant his perturbated stare.

you receive your answer when he stands up from his seat, asking if you were well and if you'd like him to feed you himself.

but when you sleep, he clings to you with an intensity— as if the very fabric of your existence might unravel should he dare release his grip. its an embrace that would put wet clothes clinging on wearers to shame. tears would drip down your neck, followed by apologies: chuuya sees himself as an oddity in the comfort of your arms—a comfort that simultaneously struggles with the contradiction of his apparent sin.

you know better than to comfort him. he pats down the drops of water left from the bath with a towel in hand, no different than the time spent with him bathing you in the tub. during dinner when the food served are always diced up, plastic utensils to refrain you from harm that his of porcelain and metal can do. showing the dichotomy in your shared world.

at the end of the day; metal chains and warm limbs were never different.

[astolfofo]

TW: Yandere, Implied non-con, Violence: injury infliction (ankle breaking), choking, and dehumanizing behavior

yandere chuuya x reader headcannons

Chuuya is the kinda man to hold a knife to your neck, while telling you that you're the only one.

chuuya the kinda man who would (unironically) break your ankles if you were too tall (he wants you to depend on him)

chuuya the kinda man to be the most bastard guy in existence, but still secretly care about you deep down. and a lot.

chuuya the kinda guy to kick you in the face if you try to escape with his grasp, but that's only the start of your punishment.

chuuya the kinda man to smirk while you're in pain, sore from being beat so many times. (he asks you if you've learned your lesson).

chuuya the kinda of guy, that makes you not able to walk (in more ways than one) in the morning.

Chuuya is the kinda man to think your struggling is nothing but annoying, but it only rouses him further because it's kinda cute.

chuuya the kinda guy to choke you while going on and on about what he does for you, and how you're only his, but you can't seem to recognize. he supposes this is the most direct way, while you weakly thrash against his grip.

chuuya the kinda man fuck you brainless, and leave endless scars each time.

chuuya the kinda man to instantly smirk at any attempts to poison him. did you really think that would work?

chuuya the kinda man that I want to become a doormat for but I need to stay loyal to ango/dazai/kunikida/ranpo

but godamn that smirk is making me insane.

[yandere-romanticaa]

This post in particular really seems to be a fan favorite amongst all of you I'd like to explore the rest of the cast in a similar manner.

darkest traits. 🚬

What are the most toxic and unhealthy behaviours of the yandere! Port Mafia?

part 1!

Mori Ougai: controlling, possessive, gaslighting, manipulative.

A master manipulator by nature, Mori’s darling is often left in the dark about most things as he babies them, buying them all the cutest clothing and accessories. He’s the boss, let him do the heavy lifting! All you need to do is sit still and look all dainty and pretty in his lap.

Keep reading

[literatureloverx]

Random things BSD MEN would say to you / about you:

“The frills look very beautiful on you, мышка. You look like a divine being sprung from a scandalous rococo painting.”

—Fyodor Dostoevsky, age unknown, secretly drooling over his wife.

“I thought I was going to DIE without you, bella~! How could I let another second pass without your lovely presence blessed upon my very being?!”

—Dazai Osamu, 22, walked in on his girlfriend changing into another dress for the night because he couldn’t (didn’t want to) wait any longer.

“Damn. My girl is so hot.”

—Nakahara Chuuya, 22, the biggest fan of his girlfriend, dumbfounded by his lover’s beauty and currently trying to comprehend why his pants feel so tight.

“I brought you a gift! Would you like to guess what it is, dove?! Guess! What do I hold behind me?”

—Nikolai Gogol, 26, holding a bunch of white roses behind his cape, which he himself painted red with blood (his methods are questionable).

“I did not expect to see you here. What are you holding..? Oh….t—*dry silence*….thank you. It wasn’t necessary.”

—Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, 20, trying to hide the soft blush creeping upon his cheeks and ears. He finds it thoughtful and endearing *cough cough* that you’ve prepared him a bento box.

TO MY OTHER WORKS => HERE

[hopelessdazai]

✿ 》 To Hold or Be Held?

╰⧼ 🪻 note.. ⧽ ; writing witj this many characters was scary . pls ignore any typos or errors or mischaracterisation im learning. reblogs appreciated!!

╰⧼ ☀️ features.. ⧽ ; Chuuya, Dazai, Atsushi, Akutagawa, Nikolai, Fyodor, gn!reader ( fem terms in fyodors and mentions of boobs in nikolais parts )

╰⧼ 🌙 contents.. ⧽ ; fluff, cuddles, all those nice things, nikolai being nikolai, possible mischaracterisation

dazai

dazai doesn't have a preference. he enjoys both being held and holding you for the same reason. when he's holding you, he's holding on tight - part of him is still scared you're gonna leave him if he gets too comfortable. and if you're holding him he always finds himself melting into you, his hands shakily gripping at your clothes as he smothers himself against your chest. he adores how your hands find his hair and comb through it. if he puts all his weight onto you, you can't go anywhere, right?

".. 'm sorry .. don't get up, just five more minutes. I'll be good ..- you're warm .. 'm sorry.. "

chuuya

chuuya prefers to hold. be adores the feeling of you in his arms, it makes him feel like he's protecting you from the known - blanketed by his strong embrace. he traces 'I love you's on your back knowing you're too comfortable and sleepy to know what he's writing - his thumb writes his name into your hip when you think he's just rubbing circles. little possessive things like that, just to quietly manifest that you stay with him. he can press a gentle kiss to the top of your head and tease you for being so clingy ; even though he's holding you tight too.

".. you need the bathroom? .. you can hold it, jus' stay with me for a while longer .. I love you .. pretty thing you are .."

atsushi

atsushi prefers to hold. while he won't ever deny being held, usually he finds himself pulling you on top of him to keep you in his embrace while he takes a nap. your head on his chest and his arms resting around your waist, while he gently purrs to soothe you to sleep with him. he hasn't been able to take solo naps since you've been around - and he knows you enjoy resting with him too, anyway. so what's the harm when he tugs you over to the detective agency couch and asks you to take a quick break? you've both been working hard , after all.

"let's have a quick break, okay? we can stay finish everything later .. you're gonna exhaust yourself out, sweetheart .. just 10 minutes .."

akutagawa

akutagawa prefers to be held. he'll never admit it to anyone, especially not to you. but you can see the way he relaxes and sinks into you when you wrap your arms around him. the way he takes a long exhale and his shoulders deflate as your hand traces a certain spot on his back. he likes listening to your heartbeat, he likes knowing you're alive and with him for who he is - and not what he can do. he's still learning to love and to trust, but it's a little easier when it's by your side. he hopes you wont leave him, he'll work to impress you as he grows.

".. what? no, I'm not falling asleep. you're imagining things. you .. mm .. can you do that again ?"

nikolai

nikolai doesn't have a preference. he's like a big dog, despite his size he'll absolutely lay himself on top of you and nuzzle into your chest. if you have boobs then he won't be moving for a while, so kiss your oxygen goodbye. whenever he wants to hold you, he's not really one to ask ; he'll just drag you over onto him or use a portal to drop you into his lap, then he's clinging to you and whining desperately whenever you try to leave. he's just big and clingy, but can you fault him? he finds you so comforting.

" .. where are you going? no! you can't leave .. do you not love me anymore ?.. why do you wanna leave !.. just stay with me .. thank you .."

fyodor

fyodor prefers to hold. if neither was an option, it'd most likely be that. but he regularly asks you to come sit on his lap while he works. a small whistle as he turns his chair, patting his thigh - and he'll wrap an arm around you to keep you close. he's not too affectionate, and too much touching before your marriage repulses him. but he'll learn to deal with these little moments for a while - it gives him his energy back and helps him with a little push to finish his work so you rest together.

" .. зайчик .. come here. no, I'm not finished. just come. don't be disobedient , now .. there we are. good girl."

[animeyanderelover]

Anon: How would yan chuuya, jouno, light, megumi and gojo react to a darling that just doesn't care that they're yanderes?

I already did a similar concept with Chuuya before but I added him nonetheless because I wrote this with a darling in mind that is even fine with the Yandere killing

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, clinginess, isolation, murder

Tags: @maggiequinn59 @shumidehiro @leveyani @izanami78 @lovley-valentine7

Darling doesn't care that they are obsessed

Yagami Light

✍️Light takes the information very well, a pleased grin on his lips when he realises that none of the things that he does seem to bother you. It’s a sign of submission from your side, something that could only ever please a man with a god complex like he has. This is how it should be after all. You should know your place and love him utterly and completely for the perfect being that he is. Light has done some terrible things in the name of his proclaimed love for you, things that he believes he has the right to do as no one is allowed to steal the person away from him that he plans to keep by his side after he has become the New God. Stealing what belongs to a deity is nothing short of a sin. A sin that has to be punished with death itself. After having confirmed that his feelings for you haven’t scared you nor have some of the actions that he has committed which you were aware of, Light starts truly testing how far your adoration and your dedication go for him. He reveals his ideologies, his mission, his identity to you as well as the future he plans to have with you all whilst you remain loving and loyal. Oh, you are indeed worthy of ruling this world alongside with him. He chose wisely.

Nakahara Chuuya

🟠Chuuya tends to let his delusional side get the better of him yet upon initial discovery that you truly don’t care about his behavior as long as he keeps on loving you and treating you well, the Executive is a tad bit concerned. Are you sure? You’re really fine with all of this? He’s in the Port Mafia, he’s killed people for you even. It’s just hard to believe that you accept all of it as gracious as you do to the point where Chuuya wonders if you’re trying to trick him. That distrust remains for a while even if you give him no reason to doubt you. Paranoia is rarely soothed by logic after all. Once Chuuya has been convinced that you truly mean it when you say that you don’t care about his obsession he gets undeniably more delusional though. If you don’t mind his obsession after all he can’t possibly be as bad as he thought he was. He starts indulging in his obsession for you more and more as you basically give him a free pass, asks of you to move in with him so that he can protect you better all whilst spoiling the living shit out of you. He doesn’t really have to hold himself back as much anymore which leads the Executive to turn his possessive behavior up quite a bit. You won’t mind after all.

Jouno Saigiku

♦️For Jouno this knowledge is a bit of a double-edged sword. On the one hand you are easier to deal with, don’t throw any tantrums which could get on his nerves and show quite a level of obedience that deeply satisfies his possessive side. The composed sound of your heart doesn’t overwhelm him but sometimes he also finds himself getting bored. Don’t forget that this Hunting Dog is still an utter sadist after all who would love to listen to the melody of your frantic heartbeat once in a while. After all it’s quite unspectacular for you to be so monotonous with your behavior and your acceptance all of the time. As much obedience and acceptance you may give him after all, it is all for naught if Saigiku doesn’t have control over you by having you fear him. Loyalty and love are not enough in his mind, not if there isn’t fear that weights you down and has you carefully thinking about every stupid decision you might make. The sadist inside of him is truly talking out of him with this desire yet Jouno never attempts to restrain his actions. Since you’ve already taken so well to everything that he’s done so far he’s sure you won’t mind learning how to be a bit scared of him~

Fushiguro Megumi

💙Megumi’s silent paranoia has led him to justify his overprotective and somewhat overbearing behavior most of the time yet there is a shred of awareness still left somewhere inside of him. It is this last shred of sanity that is the only thing letting him know that you shouldn’t think this way, that you should be scared of him. Perhaps you’re trying to trick him? Something holds Megumi back from believing you when you first admit it to him, almost accusing you of trying to fool him so that he lets his guard down. The moment you manage to convince him though that you are speaking the truth the last shard of awareness shatters and leaves him thoroughly led by his paranoid and overprotective instincts. Of course he trusts you. It’s everyone else that he doesn’t trust though. So you two better spend time alone with each other where others won’t be able to bother the two of you. When he isn’t with you, try not to leave the house. If you do, please contact him and let him know where you are, what you are doing and when you are back home again. No, he isn’t overbearing and overprotective. He only wants to ensure your safety, wants to know you’re safe.

Gojo Satoru

🩵Gojo totally eats your behavior up as soon as he knows that you really don’t mind his overbearing, clingy and paranoid attitude. This man has no restrains to begin with as he never holds his affection back but everything becomes even more gross for the people forced to watch as soon as you indirectly give him the free pass. The man is thrilled, constantly smothers you in love and presents and he quickly pushes this relationship to move in the direction he wants it to go. You quickly find yourself moving in with him as it takes him little to no time to convince you, you find yourself spending an almost overwhelming amount of time with him as he gets quickly jealous when you pay attention to others as his possessive and needy nature quickly cages you in. You’re compliant, you’re sweet and you love him for the person that he is which only pushes Gojo to cling tigthter and tighter to you. He finds comfort in you, he finds his peace when he’s with you and he only confines his pain and his feelings to you. You know him. You understand him. You love him. For those reasons he will never let you leave him nor will he ever let anyone lay a finger on you.

[baby-tini]

I can't get the thought of Dazai fucking y/n after she went on a whole tangent about how pretty Chuuya is, so Dazai decides that ok, I've had enough. So, he decides too fuck you as he face times Chuuya and makes you tell him how pretty you think he is... oh what? You can't talk... but Chuuya was all you were yapping about earlier.. so go on, tell him.

AHHHH!!!! YES!!! This is canon, because Chuuya is so fucking pretty and obviously anyone with eyes can see that, so when Dazai finds you spaced out at your desk, your head off in space, he's intrigued, but obviously Dazai has too be an asshole about it, so he decides too scare you and you let out a cute little squeal from fright, it has him laughing his ass off, but he's still so interested as too why you're spaced out, so he asks and when you tell him, Dazai, that the short guy with the hat is just oh so pretty, Dazais soft little grin drops as his lips curl in a scowl, because of course he knows who you're talking about. Chuuya Nakahara, and you're nodding, "yeah, yeah him, he's so pretty." And Dazai just scoffs at you, you think that slug is pretty? Are you blind love? He can take you too get your eyes checked if he needs too, but you're not backing down and now Dazai's annoyed and he continues too sulk as the two of you get home. You're still talking about Chuuya as if he's some model and it's irking him, you think he's so pretty, huh? Ok, how about you tell him, and you try too but you're all shy as Dazai holds the phone in front of your face, Chuuya watching you through the camera as tears drip down your cheeks from Dazai fucking into your leaking cunt and there's choked up sobs leaving your lips as Dazai makes you hold the phone, his free hand moving down too play with your clit as he snarks out little taunts in your ear. Come on pretty girl, tell Chuuya how pretty you think he is... oh you can't, why not? That's right because you're being fucked.. and by who? Whos cock has you crying like this?... That's right Dazais cock has you crying and whining, not Chuuyas.

[cryslut]

Yan BSD Men - Lengths

「 Fyodor ~ Chuuya ~ Dazai ~ Tetchou ~ Jouno ~ Nikolai 」

- in which the bsd men cast go to certain lengths to be with you

- gender neutral reader

- content warning: yandere themes, mentions of: manipulation, torture, murder, mental, emotional n physical abuse, etc

(some of this may potentially be out of character)

not proofread so possibly grammatical errors.

↳ Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor is one of those men who just love to play around with what is his. When he sees what he wants, it will be his. And that goes for you. Since he's very calm in any situation he ends up in. He happens to remain his composure completely around you. You belong to him. You just don't know it yet.

The things he does just to get you to be his is almost anything. He doesn't show his emotions all while doing so either to throw you off if you ever noticed or took hint what was going on.

He found his way to manipulate you into joining alongside him in the 'Rats in the House of the Dead'. That way he'd be closer to you than he was before, which mostly consisted of him stalking you from time to time. He had to keep an eye on what was his after all, right?

He eventually took action into his own hands, he wanted to get close to you as much as he could. He just had to draw you in. So the best way to do that, was for him to drag you around wherever he went doing whatever he was doing. Almost like it was your newest job and it had to be done and fulfilled by you, being his newest partner.

You of course obeyed his every word, cause he was your boss after all, and you had to obey him. Plus the chance of a lifetime was being able to work alongside him as a partner. At least that's what everyone thought and what everyone strongly truly believed. You however didn't have a full opinion.

But Fyodor knew this and he would soon make you believe the same. Pulling you in more and more. Wrapping you around his finger until eventually you really fell for him.

But in the meantime, he's just going to have to stick to what he's been doing for a while. Keeping you around as much as he can. Making sure you're safe. And best of all make sure that he can make you his, he wouldn't stop until he achieved this after all.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

↳ Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya has lost a lot, and knowing this fact he was solely convinced of the fact that he would lose you too. So this made him very crazy when it came to you. He would find any way to make sure you were around him at all costs.

After joining the Port Mafia, he grew a strong interest in you and eventually you two were paired up for an assignment so this gave him a window of opportunity to get closer to you than he was before. On said assignment, he made sure you were okay at all times but all the while trying not to completely show it because he didn't wanna seem like he cared too much.

Chuuya overtime had such an unhealthy obsession with you it drove him insane. Seeing people trying to get near you really drove him towards the edge — making him want to kill said people. If someone hurt you or attempted to, they would get their ass handed to them. He'd always be there for you for certain things.

He'd try not to show it but eventually it would through his actions when those that get in the way that were a threat would disappear without nearly any trace. And those who tried to do anything bad to you, he'd either blackmail or just kick them to the curb. He's super overprotective overall.

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↳ Dazai Osamu

Dazai like his usual normal self is very flirty with you — and seems just overall sweet like his usual self. After you joined the Armed Detective Agency, getting to work with the brunette haired man, it came abundantly clear to himself that he was really fond of you. He was starting to have deep strong feelings for you that grew into an unhealthy obsession.

This led him to doing things just for you. He'd of course keep you safe, he'd find whatever ways he could to protect you. He's a confident man so his confidence really hid the fact well — that he was doing everything in his power to keep you for himself. His protection turned into manipulation. Then his manipulation turned into a violent need to hurt those who you always got into fights with you.

He's able to persuade you in any way and you fall for it everytime. You fall for his tricks, his lies, his manipulative behavior, everything he does though is for you, right? His need for you is his reason for his need for blood shed and doing things you would never imagine him doing. But again, it's all for you.

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↳ Tetchou Suehiro

Tetchou is a little different than the others, he doesn't seem like he'd be into anyone but he grows quite the thing for you. After you ended up becoming apart of the hunting dogs, he admired you for your hard work and dedication towards the cause. He also admired you for your strength and your abilities.

But overtime this normal admiration turned into him being in love with you, obsessed with you. This man is more of a strong need for justice type so he doesn't use murder to get with you. He doesn't use lame tactics like manipulation either.

His admiration went from obsession which meant he would be very overprotective over you, making you feel safe with him more and more — in case there was never a fight you couldn't handle, he'd be there to protect you. He'd be there to help you through it. He tends to get himself closer to you by spending more time with you, alone time to be precise. He'd take you out on little friendly dates for brunch or something of the like. These dates were more than friendly for him — as for you, you weren't aware.

He'd make you help him train which in return he'd help you train. Making you stronger so he'd make sure if there was ever a moment you needed to be safe — your strength alone would be enough. In case he wasn't there to protect you, to help you.

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↳ Jouno Saigiku

This man looks so sweet but on the inside he can be quite sadistic in nature, enjoying the thought of messing with his victims in the worst way. This is usually the case with criminals — but when he met you, this quickly changed. He didn't really care who it would be, he would hurt whoever just about got in his way of you two being together.

After you joined the hunting dogs, you got close with some of the members and he was fine for a while until eventually an obsession grew for you. His undying love sunk in and he became the worst.

And if you did something he did not like that would upset him, he'd keep his normal composed attitude in the light — his very dark hint of his personality however was there, you just didn't see it. If you don't do what he wants he will threaten it out of you. He will find any thing he can use to his advantage to get you to be willing to do as he demands.

It could be threats to your loved ones, to you, to your friends, to anyone you deem close to you. He will threaten and blackmail you to his hearts content if it gets you to listen.

His other methods would also include hurting you. Torturing you in any way he could. Whether that be mentally or emotionally or just physically if it ever got to that point. He'd mostly mess with your head. Psychological torture was best fitting because he wouldn't want to hurt his beloved, now would he? He'd be so upset if he ever had to lay a hand on you but he always tried his best not to.

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↳ Nikolai Gogol

This man is so cheerful at times and it throws you off a lot. He always has to question you alot and annoy you with his usual quizzes. He was like this towards you when you first met him. After meeting Fyodor and becoming a member of the Decay of Angels — he found you quite the interesting one.

That little small interest eventually grew into him having strong deep feelings for you, and he realized this too. Overtime his quizzes got more frequent, his happiness got more loud and obnoxious. He was around you way too often. He practically clung to you. You just brushed it off as Nikolai being Nikolai.

But eventually when the jealousy kicked in when it came down to you, the rage did too. Anyone who tried to harm you, threaten you, or even flirt with you — this man did not like it one bit. Every single person who flirted with you disappeared. Every person who would harm or threaten you — would soon meet a terrible fate.

This man would constantly use his ability to torture them while laughing as it was happening. He didn't care cause he was doing it all for you. It was all because he loved you, he adored you, he wanted you, he needed you — and he was gonna have you.

He wasn't going to stop there until everyone who was an obstacle in his path would be gone, would feel every ounce of pain he could give them. He'd mess with his victims mentally and physically with his ability. Asking trick questions just so they felt like they'd got the answer right but in the end they didn't and he could hurt them all he wanted.

[queer-n-here]

What if what if-

Yandere bsd characters x Male reader who is also a yandere??

Yandere Dazai touching himself knowing he's not alone because reader is watching him?

Yandere Chuuya thinking he'll be top once he's with male reader (reader can kidnap chuuya, or Chuuya kidnapped reader) but was proved wrong.

Yandere Jouno being sadistic but male reader is also a sadistic.

Ohohohohokayyyy

I'll be honest with you and admit I couldn't envision the Jouno part of this ask for some reason... If you really want that one, can you please send in another req specifying a bit more?

Anyways, hope you like the other two!

Contents: Yandere!bsd x Yandere!reader headcannons

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, masturbation, kidnapping.

Osamu Dazai

Fuck, you were obsessed with him.

And fuck, he was obsessed, too.

You'd been tailing him for a while, and being as smart as Dazai was, obviously he knew. You never even made special attempts to hide it.

Today, as you return back to your usual stalker routine, watching Dazai from your usual spot, you notice one thing stranger in his body language.

He's lying on his bed as usual, but around this time he's supposed to be snoring like a pig, not rubbing his thighs together, hands gripping the sheets beneath him, eyes half-lidded.

You swallow unknowingly, a sudden thirst blossoming in your mind, along with the urge to the just dive into his room and fuck him senseless.

Dazai pants slightly, slipping off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants at a pace so slow you wish you could egg him on. Sweat lines your forehead as you watch him half-strip, and then lay back down right where you can get the best view.

Fuck, you think to yourself, Dazai knows his advantage.

He reaches down, slowly, caressing his thighs, his own torso, and even if it's his body being caressed, you feel yourself being the one getting teased here.

You grit your teeth, willing Dazai to give you the show you wanted with every pore of your existence.

And after enough dilly-dallying to make you crazier than you are already, he does, slipping his hand between his legs to take hold of his dick and pulling it out. He starts stroking slowly, the foreskin moving with his hands, his breath hitching at the pleasure.

You feel your own pants grow tight, your cock struggling against the fabric as you stare, mesmerized and hypnotized, at the man on the bed.

Dazai jerks himself off, his hand moving faster by the second, his other one clenching the bed sheets beneath him so tight his knuckles turn white. He throws his head back, baring his neck, and moans wantonly, arching his back.

It's almost like he thrusts his chest up when he does this, almost like he knows about your obsession of his body, your constant desire to worship it with your own two hands and cock and mouth.

Knowing Dazai, he probably does.

He whimpers, the mere sound enough to send a jolt of warmth straight to your crotch, your brain scrambling to wonder how many other godly sounds he can make.

And when he finishes that night, collapsing back on the bed, chest heaving with each breath as cum splatters onto the bedsheets and his pants, you wish you could follow, wish you could somehow get release from your throbbing cock, but you know that the only thing that will come to your aid is your own hand.

Dazai, breathing hard on his bed and half-smirking in satisfaction, knows that too.

Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya miscalculated. And you, squinting open your eyes with your hands tied up behind your back, couldn't help but want to laugh at it.

He was standing right in front of you, long hair tied up behind his pretty head and arms crossed in front of his chest, smirking slightly as he realized you were coming to.

You half-wanted to give him what you knew he wanted, to look up at him with big surprised eyes and ask him how you'd gotten there, what that place was, what Chuuya was planning, blah, blah.

But as you looked up at him, your brain still slow because of the tranquilizer, you couldn't help the smirk that slipped across your face.

Finally.

Chuuya doesn't know what he's gotten himself to.

An hour later, he realizes half-heartedly what was going.

You are buried in him, balls deep. And he's totally in love with that feeling.

Even with fat tears rolling down his face because he's so stuffed full he almost can't breathe, Chuuya pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and burying his wet face into the crook of your neck, thighs shaking and ass jiggling as you continue your onslaught on his asshole.

Your cock pounding in and out of him so perfectly, rearranging his insides to it's own shape, making him lose control of his moans and cries. Oof, he loves every second of it.

He can't fathom why he thought he'd be the one fucking you, obviously not. He was meant for this, meant to be fucked senseless with his wrists pinned down on either side of his head, meant to have chest kissed and bruised through by your lips.

Fuck, it might not be anything like how he'd imagined his first time with you, but it'd be a lie to say he didn't love this.

[newroseanna]

Warning: Sexual themes.

Unedited.

He grabbed the back of your head slamming it into the pillow as he hammered his cock into you from behind. "You damn bitch you like that isn't it?" He huffed out as he used his other hand to grip you hip making it easier for him to thrust into you. "You were practically begging him to rail you. B-but guess what? No one will fuck you the way the way I fuck you." You were a moaning mess not being able to form any coherent words. "Nobody will ever make you feel the way I make you feel." His thrusts were becoming more vigorous and rough. He was slamming his big fat cock in and out of you like there's no tomorrow. You tightened around him signalling your about to cum. "S-shit just like that.." He moaned. You came with a broken cry as he continued his brutal fucking. After a couple more rough slamming, he finally came deep inside you. Maybe you should get him more jealous next time.

BAKUGO, CHILDE, MUZAN, DABI, EREN, SCARAMOUCHE, SANEMI, UZUI, CHUUYA, LEVI, SCAR, SUKUNA. (INSERT FAVOURITE CHARACTER)

[freakroth]

Can we make NOT romanticizing and normalizing Yandere and pretty much any type of toxic or unhealthy relationships a thing, i'm so tired of trying to find chuuya fics just to see "Yandere chuuya x reader!!" Shit come up, like no chuuya wouldn't rape and beat the shit out of me if i tried to break up with him.

its so annoying when a ship w two character is toxic and people just call it like "Toxic Yuri!!! 🥵🥵🥵🥵😍😍" like its a good thing and that its hot. I hate how 'normal' its become to have unhealthy relationships is, its not hot that your bf or gf doesn't let you have friends of the same gender, its not hot that they make you tell them where you are at all times and its not hot that they try to control your life.

Can we normalize calling out weirdos who post shit like "I want a gf who would lock me up in her basement" "Stalking him to make sure he isn't cheating or talking to any other girls" "Killing any girl that tries to come near him>w<!!!" You're admitting to wanting to commit crimes! Being a yandere isn't hot, kidnapping, murder, stalking ect isn't hot!

And i have a feeling this might also start an argument like the post i made about incest writers🤦‍♂️ i dont wanna see anyone even trying to excuse this type of shit

[astolfofo]

deja vu, Jamis vu

BSD beast au x reader. Based on the end of the beast movie.  AUTHORS NOTE: SO. ITS FINALLY DONE. ITS 4AM I AM ON IPAD TUMBLR AND UHHHH… I tried to edit this. but. TUMBLR WAS BEING AN ASS. and the two hours I spent editing this went down the drain. Mere words could not describe the grief I felt at 3:37 in the morning. I would have screamed if I weren’t so zombieified. Then, I tried to be paitent and edit it another time, but tumblr was like: haha no. so it didn’t save. I swear it’s not my fault if you have a stroke while reading this. I sacrificed my sleep for an entire week to do write this. Please give me some credit for my suffering. /lh

Also keep in mind. I have watched the DA movie and the beast movie a whopping total of 1 time. It’s probably very off from what I was trying to communicate, cause I legit have no clue what goes on in the light novels... spare me the slander. 

Last thing, I tried something new with this one, so there’s weird ahh switches between first person and 2nd person in this. Idk how good it is, lmk if i should never do it again.

Tw: head injury, murder, blood, suicide, yeah I think that’s about it.

word count: 6.8k  

To all the Chuuya enjoyers out there, I’m sorry for being a disappointment.

Tags: @redeemingmygloryintopurgatory

I’m wet.

Im standing outside his door, knocking as it rains outside, without an umbrella, cold, and of course, drenched.

Helplessly, I knock on his door, hoping for a response from him. I know it’s pointless, by now. I should cut him out of my life by now, I should… leave him. He’s not a good person, he’s part of the Port Mafia, for the love of god… I’m scared of him. He could crush me at any moment. Hell, he breaks into my house so frequently, and even though he’s done no harm… he could kill me at any moment. So why am I here? Shouldn’t I be relieved that he hasn’t shown up at my apartment for over a month now? I… just can’t…

Lightening splits the sky in half and the sound of thunder cracks in the air.

Your fist slides down the window pane of the door. It makes a terrible sound, and you wince in pain from the sting of the friction. You should just go home. It was obvious Chuuya wasn’t even home, he never was. And if he wasn’t even home, how would he even answer the door? You regret coming here in the first place, you didn’t even know why you chose to. Was it out of worry? Was it because you had to say something to him? You couldn’t remember by now, it was all on impulse. 

Chuuya had broken into your apartment countless times. Still, no matter how many times you’d snap at him, how many times you’d emptily threaten him, or try to push him off the balcony, he still came back the next day, unphased. You couldn’t get rid of him, no matter how hard you tried. And after many days, you had learned to accept that someone could break into your home at any given moment.

And you had no knowledge of how he knew you, let alone knowledge of how he even got your house key. Or maybe he picked your lock. You couldn’t be sure and you really did not want to know. 

Every day, you’d come back home from work, and Chuuya would be sitting on your couch, drinking your wine (much to your own distaste). You’d usually give him a dirty look, and he’d glare in return but you’d say nothing. You preferred not to talk to him, and Chuuya wouldn’t raise conversations by himself. He always sat in the corner of the room, observing… scrutinizing every move you made. On the rare occasions when you had managed to start a conversation with him, it was always painfully awkward.

You once remember asking him why he was here, what he wanted from you, and his true intentions. Chuuya looked at you in an amused manner and stared out the window. 

“Why I’m doing this? You’ll find out yourself when the time is right.”

By the time you had woken up, he was always gone. As if he was never there in the first place. The only thing he’d leave was the wine glass he’d drink out of, and your clothes you had hauled back from the laundromat messily folded, in your drawer. Occasionally, when it warm out, he’d leave the window open. They were small actions. Meant to be noticed, but not returned.

The splashing of rain intensifies, as you stand on Chuuya’s porch. He’s not home. You can’t stand here forever. You have to get back home before it’s too late.

What a great way to spend my time off work.

But you wanted to try one last thing before you left. Maybe his door was unlocked the entire time. Although you would doubt it, it was worth a try. It was so stupid to do this, all of it was. But your curiosity is getting the best of you, and you desperately wanted answers. Answers only Chuuya could give.

So, you grip the door handle and twist the doorknob. Much to your shock, the mechanics of the door click, and the door opens.

Chuuya had left the door unlocked. He forgot to lock his own door. You take a step up, and stand in the doorway. The rain is still hitting your back, and you groan realizing that you’re dripping water onto the floor. Quickly, you step in and shut the door. You twist the lock, ensuring that no one else would come in.

You sure hope Chuuya wasn’t going to come home tonight. The thought of it made the hair on your neck stand slightly. 

You take off your shoes which are drenched in water and stare in the mirror. You’re soaked to the bone. Your clothes are completely see-through. You’d need to change them. That could wait, though. If the rain stopped, you’d go home as soon as possible.

Okay. Quick in and out it is. I need to find my spare key, and I need to find what happened to him after the explosion in the sky that day. The one that happened on the top of the… port mafia building. You shudder. I wonder what happened. It was so bright that it looked as if the sky exploded for a second. The next thing you know, everything is back to normal… except it isn’t. A dead body is found at the bottom of the building.

Followed by that, I never saw Chuuya again, but many people that were close to me have been avoiding me. When asked why, they avoided my question. There isn’t a strong connection there, but I think… that all of these events are connected somehow. Chuuya never appears again, and the fact he works for the Port Mafia, definetly does not help. 

Additionally, the Armed Dective Agency sent me a letter to be wary of Chuuya. With no additional information. There’s something going on here. Something is wrong. Something terribily wrong.

And I’m scared.

Apprehensively, you take several steps inside the house. You keep getting the feeling that you may get caught. But you don’t hear anything at the door. It’s a painful paranoia.

You inhale and exhale.

I’ll start looking for hints first. I don’t need an answer right away. One hint will be able to give me lots. I’ll start from his room, that’s where people are most likely to hide things.

You walk as quickly as possible across the empty corridor in the house. His house is eerily empty. There isn’t much in it, just a lot of furniture, a shelf of wine, messy papers and a few books placed sparsely across the rooms.

You walk up the stairs, which slightly creaks under your weight. You try your best to ignore any noises and try to stay focused. As you reach the top of the stairs, you see his bedroom, which is the first room at the end of the staircase.

You walk towards the room, you open the door and look around. Chuuya’s room is surprisingly fuller than the rest of the house. There is a dresser, with several items stacked on top of it. It has drawers, which you assume were full. His closet was also filled with clothes, with various hats on the shelf above in his closet.

Chuuya’s bed was neatly made, giving the impression that he had not been home in weeks. Unoccupied, cold, and abandoned. Yet you felt a temptation to lie in it either way. Your eyes dart to the dresser again, and you look at the various items spread out on it. None of these are of much use to you. Besides the gun that seemed unused.

Your hands move to the drawers and you begin to search them. In the first one, there was nothing. Just a bunch of stationery, and papers, some of which had blood on them. You shudder in disgust and move on.

You struggled to pull the second drawer. After a moment, it slides open and you look at the inside contents. You stare at it, wondering if you open it. There is no address on it, and it isn’t sealed. 

You have a bad feeling about this, but your hands move faster than your brain. You pull out the piece of paper and read its contents.

The letter is addressed to you. It doesn’t include much. Just A single sentence that holds an address. 

And then it hits you.

Chuuya had been planning this for a long time. He had purposely left the door unlocked, left his house empty, and left you because he knew you would try to find him one day.

It infuriates you more than you expect. But you can’t stop here. You’ll go to a specific location. 

Just to be sure, you look in the third drawer, you see your spare key, as well as a lock cutter. 

Its dark now. It’s still pouring. You have no choice to stay here for tonight. Begrudgingly, you curse yourself for dragging yourself into this. Still, you were in too deep to back out now. Whatever happens, will happen.

-

You wake up. 

You're lying on Chuuya's bed, in his clothes, begrudgingly. Your own clothes are discarded onto the floor, dried during the time you had been asleep. Still, you don't exactly feel like changing into them. It felt too gross to wear them. 

You shake your head. Now's not the time to be thinking about that. You sit up, and stretch your arms. Then, you walk towards the desk again, and look at the address. You take note of the address, and take your spare key. Before you go, you flip over the paper, ensuring that you didn't miss anything. There's another sentence scribbled on the top of the paper.

I know you're reading this. You want to know why I'm gone, and why I did this. The address that is provided will help you, but it will not give you the answer, nor will I be there. 

…What? 

You read the sentence over and over again. The words sink in, making you feel conflicted. You knew you were getting yourself into a certain kind of danger by doing this, but you didn't expect it to be this risky. Hell, you didn't even know where the man was now, and not to mention… the location…

You look at the location again.

It's on the street where the explosion happened. And you're no fool. If it was on that street, it meant it was that building. There were no other possibilities. You doubt it would be any other one of those tall skyscrapers, anyways. The one where the explosion happened was the only building Chuuya had any affiliations with.

Which was going to be incredibly difficult to get into. Let alone, to the top floor. You'd be dead even trying to set foot into the door. It wasn't worth your life for this. You should forget about it and go back home.

You look through the paper again, hoping there might be something more to help you. Sighing, you came back with nothing. I suppose I really have to go through with this, don't I? There's no turning back. 

-

The walk to the Port Mafia's building was rather short, if you were being completely honest. It was located in the heart of Yokohama, and was one of the tallest buildings there, if that told you anything. 

You stand outside the building, as the apprehension and fear build up inside you. You had never felt as much of a need to run from anything, as much as you did now. The doors, despite their grandeur size, and large glass design, looked uninviting. Almost like doors to a bank vault; the kind of doors that told you, you wouldn't be able to get out, as soon as you stepped in. And from various things people has told you throughout the years, the Port Mafia keeps people it's had come into contact with. It's more powerful beyond belief. 

It doesn't need to control you. You'll be forced into being pliant for them, simply by fear. No one can betray them. Death is almost a guarantee if you do.

And recently, they had also become violent as well. You might as well be walking yourself into a death wish.

But your feet remained rooted into the ground, and part of you remains determined to see this through. So you take a deep breath and walk into the building. 

You try to remain calm as you push through the doors, into the lobby. You pray Hou won't be swatted with bullets as soon as you enter, but much to your own surprise, there's no one in the lobby. It's completely empty.

It doesn't feel right. You wonder if what happened. Well, it's not your business anyways. You couldn't care less. You just needed to find whoever Chuuya's office is and-

"Who are you?"

shit. you curse under your breath. "I-I'm," you turn around to face the person talking g to you. As soon as you do this, the man's eyes widen, and you acknowledge away slightly. "Sorry… um… do you know where Chuuya is?"

You had never felt so idiotic and out of place in your life. You can physically feel your heart pounding inside your chest, as you pray you don't look too suspicious. You can't mess up here. Though the man you are currently talking to isn't holding any firearm. That may just as well mean he has even worse methods to kill you off.

"He's not here."

of course, he isn't. You think to yourself. He wrote that in his own letter, or whatever you call it. 

"He's been arrested." The man looks you directly into your eyes, and as on instinct, you look down, too scared to actually look at him. A few moments pass in silence.

"Can you… perhaps tell me why?"

"After the previous Port Mafia executive committed suicide, Chuuya was forced to lead the Port Mafia. He hated the job greatly, and he eventually…" He stops himself.

"Go on." You mutter.

The man tilts his head and looks at you again. "Are you sure? If you want to see him… it's better just to see for yourself." He stops for a second. 

"No… please tell me. Tell me everything that you possibly can."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Fine then. If you insist."

"Chuuya lost his control over himself. He slowly became more, deranged, if you will, as time went on. After the old executive killed himself, Chuuya had no one left. Or at least, that's what we saw. His orders became more and more irrational, often just resorting to killing everything, and slowly, he eventually broke. He went on a rampage, as you've probably seen, Yokohama is not safe with him around. He almost destroyed Yokohama in its entirety, and it took serveral organizations to stop him. I don't know the exact details after that. He remains locked up underground."

You feel as if you had been doused under cold water. You didn't only have your question answered, but that also explained several other things as well. You try to recollect your thoughts while figuring out what to do next.

"By the way, you look familiar."

"How so?"

"I don't know, to he honest. You look like someone who used to work here. Maybe my mind js tricking me, though. You look too weak to be here."

"Yeah," you force out an awkward laugh, "I could never work here for the life of me."

"Figures."

another awkward pause, as you stare at the man.

"I assume you need Chuuya's location, don't you?"

You nod.

"Here." He hands you a piece of paper, with an address messily scrawled onto it. "Although, I don't recommend going to see him, tell the guards you are a relative of his. Hopefully, it will convince them enough to let you in. Though, if you want, I'm sure you can attempt to knock the guards out. Chuuya's well… very restrained so he won't hurt you."

"Ah… thank you."

"Don't mention it."

You bow and leave.

"Hey wait-" the man calls out, his voice echoing through the empty lobby. He seems hesitant to ask something. You stop and turn around. "Yeah?"

He looks down, and awkwardly avoids eye contact for a second. It's at this moment you realize he's a man with short, white, hair, as well thick bangs that were cut into a slant. He’s rather short, and he’s wearing a long jacket.

He looks… familiar. I wonder why.

“What’s your name?” 

You stare at him for another moment before answering. “It’s Y/N.”

You could have sworn you had seen a face of surprise from him for a second, but it could have been your imagination because the next instant you blink, it’s gone. “I see,” he says slowly. “Be careful then. He’s not the same as what you may remember.”

As… I remember? What….

“Nevermind. Forget I said anything. Just go to the address, and everything will make sense.”

“Hey wait-”

He’s already turned his back and left on you. You’re left with so many more questions than you started off with, and dread creeps up you again. There was a warning tone in his voice, almost as if telling you to do this was a terrible idea. That you were going to be landing yourself in scalding hot water, and you wouldn’t be able to get out. You knew the risks from the start, but…

You quickly unfold the paper, and look for the address. Once again, the address is written in the center of the paper. You carefully look around for any other writing on the paper.

It’s completely white. Blank. Except for one sentence on the bottom: It’s never too late to back out. 

And you stare at it, and think about the several cryptic warnings you received from this man. So… you’re telling me, that after that explosion happened in the sky… a dead body, the previous executive was found. Then shortly after that, Chuuya became the executive of the Mafia. He hated it. But he had no choice and was left alone to do it. Eventually, he lost his sanity and mind and the Mafia… I guess? Because very corrupt, violent, and unsafe. It took many people to stop him, and how he was arrested in an underground cell. At this address.

It’s clear he’s cutting something out. He said to be careful. Of course, if Chuuya has lost his mind, I need to do that. But he empathized that I should be wary of him. Also, he said I looked familiar, and he also looks familiar to me. He mentioned something about… me remembering? Have I known Chuuya for longer? 

But he also said that only Chuuya has the answers to all my questions. So that means in other words, he knows what happened during the explosion, he knows that Chuuya has been breaking into my apartment and he knows more about my entire predicament now, than I do.

Just… who exactly is he? How and why?

You cut yourself off from those thoughts. 

Ugh. this is ending up being so much more complicated than it was supposed to be. You thought in bitterness. So basically, I’ll go to the address, and get the answers to my questions. Sounds simple enough. There’s no need to overthink this. Maybe i’m just being paranoid. What’s the worst that could happen?

Well, a lot. But I’ll just ignore that for now.

You turn around and walk towards the door again. To be honest, you don’t want to know what might happen once you see him. You were already nervous from the implications the man had told you moments ago, and you were coming to realize there were some things that you noticed when you were in Chuuya’s house. Things that you maybe weren’t supposed to know about or see.

In the bottom of the drawer… there were documents. Documentation of everything that happened on the day of the explosion. A bright light illumined the sky, followed by the dead body found; the previous port mafia’s executive; Dazai Osamu. The two closest people to the explosion were a member of the port mafia, Atsushi Nakajima, and a member in the training of the Armed Detective Agency, Ryounouske Akuwatagawa. They are believed to be the cause of the explosion.

No one knows the exact events inside the Port Mafia on that day, except for the individuals involved in the actions that happened. According to the Armed Detective Agency, Akuwtagawa had barged into the Port Mafia to challenge the Port Mafia Executive. He accordingly, fought many individuals in the Port Mafia, a body count is yet to be determined. Data from thereon forth is unknown until the individuals reach the top of the building, where the most notorious event stated above occurred.

Additionally, after thorough examination of the body of the previous Port Mafia Excuetive, it can be concluded that he had committed suicide by jumping off the building. 

The document ends there, and the paper is ripped in half.

-

It felt like every meter you travelled towards that location was walking towards a terrible, yet inevitable fate. The drive there, dragged on and on as if mocking you for your choices. You find yourself counting down the seconds until you can arrive at the location given.

Oh, how you wished you had stayed at home instead of seeking him out. If only your morbid curiosity hadn’t gotten the best of you.

You’ve lost track of the time you’ve spent on the train, only waiting for the loudspeaker to announce your stop. The location you figure you were given led you to a rather remote area, likely in the outskirts of Yokohama. If not further. The man had told you he was locked underground, completely isolated from everything.

You found that part the most unsettling. If they needed that many security measures to keep him in place, it was likely he was completely gone. Gone beyond saving. If he had succumbed that much to his own grief and madness, it would be a question of whether he would still remember you or not. 

You look out the window again, enjoying your last moments of peace.

This is the eerie calm before the storm, isn’t it?

Moments after you think that, the train halts to a stop at the last station in Yokohama, and you get off. Your heart is pounding wildly in your chest, and you’re not sure if you can stop it.

You try your best to remain calm. Force yourself to keep going. He’s special to you. You can’t lose him, even if you hate him. You need him. He’s the only one who still cares. 

And above all, he’s the only one who remembers you at all.

And so, you go. You take all the correct turns. You try to walk as quickly as you could, to arrive at the destination. You keep going, and going and going until…

You’re here.

It’s one of the better buildings on the outskirts of the city, yet… it looks incredibly unsettling. It’s a mundane building, one made from standard concrete, and glass. Yet. As you stand so close, you see cracks in the building. The door is partially cracked as well. 

Well, I’m here already. Whatever happens, happens. I may die in there, still, before I die, I have to know the answer. The answer… why can’t I remember? Chuuya. I want him to tell me, what he did to me. Why he came to my apartment every day. Why he’s… he’s…..

Oh. My hands are shaking. Surely I cannot be this terrified can I? I will do this even if it kills me.

You pull the door open and enter the building. The piece of paper told you that it was on the lowest floor. Your footsteps echo in the empty building, and it feels creepy no one is here.

Huh. Gives some Deja Vu, doesn’t it?

You proceed towards the elevator at the end of the hall, and press the down button. Almost instantly, the elevator makes a “ding” noise, and the doors open. You quickly step in and look for the lowest button. With a deep breath, you push the button, and the door closes.

You stare at your face in the mirror. You look terrible. Pale and your hair is completely dishevelled and a mess. If you didn’t know any better, you’d look like you were sick. You had been extremely anxious about this for an entire day, after all.

The elevator doors once again slide open. 

Here goes nothing. You sigh. I’d better hear you talking today, Chuuya. You have a lot to tell me. And you’d better tell me it all.

You step outside the elevator. There’s nothing. Absolutely nothing, and no one here. The halls are empty, and the strong scent of stale air, combined with dust fills your nostrils. You feel like coughing for a second, but you hold yourself back. You didn’t want to make any noise to give away your presence. You take another step.

Despite what the man said, it was clear that there was no one else there. No prison guards, no other cells inside. It was clearly a floor made, simply to detain one individual in particular. Isolated, and secure enough that they’d never be able to escape. Deep enough underground that they’d never even know where they were.

Your footsteps tap loudly against the concrete and echo everywhere around. As you walk down the hall, the lightbulbs behind you light up. The man had told you it was in the deepest part of the prison. However, what he didn’t account for, was that you had no idea how this floor was organized. 

Not to mention it was starting to get creepy really quickly. Although there should be nothing else in here, you were starting to get the sense that there was something dangerous that might lurk in the air. You tell yourself it’s probably just the dark and your own fatigue and you were imagining things.

The emptiness of the entire building creeps you out. It’s eerie. It feels like you were lead into the wrong location, and you were walking into a dead end. It almost felt almost like a trap that you had been lured into. And every second, the floor grew significantly more eerie. The lack of any presence and the darkness despite the very few lightbulbs attached to the ceiling enhanced that. 

I should be getting close now… right?

You were. You could see a light at the end of this hallway, which was illuminated with an orange light. It must have been where Chuuya’s cell was. There was no other place as illuminated as this, and there was no reason for it to be.

You had gotten this far. There was no reason you should be stopping now. Should you? The answer… you had always looked for, you could get it now.

Chuuya always hid something from me. He has never answered once, one of my questions. He’s never told me why he comes to my house every day, he never told me once why he was gone. For as long as I remember, I’ve been coming back from my job, and seeing him there. But one day, he disappeared. No reason why, no reason of how. He just did.

But apart from my job, there’s another piece missing to this puzzle. There’s something else that I’ve always wanted to ask him besides why he’s gone missing, and the explosion which I already had the answer to. He knows me, better than I know myself.

What was I before all of this happened?

I know there’s something before all of this. It just doesn’t add up. The man I saw in the mafia looked familiar. The building itself was in a place that I had felt I had been in at some time before. There’s deja vu there.

But when I first walked into the apartment, the first day before I saw Chuuya, I had jamais vu. A familiar place, that I didn’t know. And consequently, I couldn’t remember much before that. So what-

“I know you’re there, (Y/N). You’ve been standing there for quite some time.”

Shit.

Your thoughts are cut off by that voice you instantly knew. Chuuya was indeed, there. But his voice didn’t sound the same as you remember. There wasn’t any of the snarkiness, or egotistical attitude in his voice anymore. Instead, his voice was laced with aggression, and a malice that made you hesitant to even come forward.

You open your jaw to speak, but almost if Chuuya knew, he spoke before you. “I know what you’re thinking. You want to know why I left you, don’t you? I assume that someone has already told you about what happened on the day I stopped seeing you, and I’m sure you know all about the aftermath of that.”

You feel like you are doused in cold water. How did he know? Did he plan all of this. You want to open your mouth and tell him to slow down, but he continues, anyways.

“And you’ve been having deja vu for several days, too. You feel like you know the Port Mafia building, you feel like you recognize everything you saw, including my home.” Silence, as he pauses for a second. “So why don’t you… come and face me, and I’ll tell you what actually happened?”

“Chuuya-”

You hear no response. You sigh and walk towards his cell. You’re not ready to hear this, and you’re not sure you can face him.

He’s different. He’s not the same anymore. He sounds more violent, his composture is much less controlled than it was before. What…what happened to him?

And then you approach his cell. He’s got cuts everywhere, specifically the gash on his face. You instantly feel the need to run away, to get this image out of your mind. He was thin, his face was significantly more gaunt than it had been the last time you had seen him. And the most unsettling thing was how he was kept. Both arms were harshly chained to the ceiling and the wall. The chains were wrapped around his arms several times (you would assume most likely to stop him from breaking free), and they cut deeply into his arm. Then his body was also tightly bound to a chair, and his legs were bound to the chair’s legs. His body you noticed, was bound so tightly to the chair, you wonder how he still managed to breathe. Still, nothing would be as unnerving as to look at as his eyes. They were not dull per say, but they were empty. Not in the hopeless kind of way, but in the tormented sense that he had been tortured so badly that it would be unlikely he ever saw the light of day again.

Truly, he was a lost cause. You could only describe him as tortured and traumatized, as you couldn’t glance at him a second time.

“Hey. You done oogling yet?” His voice came out as almost an aggressive snarl, and you instantly look away. “Look at me.” You do your best to look at him, while trying to avoid looking at any part of his face in particular. You didn’t want to see it. Truly, you don’t want to look at him in any way whatsoever. So you settle on looking at a corner of his hair. The only thing that was still familiar to you.

“I said look at me. In the eyes.”

You don’t want to.

Chuuya sighs. “I know I probably look terrible right now, but please. Just do it. For the sake of me. Just look me in the eyes. It’ll probably be the last time I see someone for a long time.” He draws that last sentence out for longer than you expect, and you start to feel uneasy again, but you try to ignore that and ask him the question. The question you had been dying to ask for an undefined amount of time.

It’s a second before you can really bring yourself to ask it. “Chuuya. Where are my memories?” your mouth tightens… “Who am I? Why did you… do this?” You take a deep breath, to stop yourself. “Just tell me. Please.”

There’s another stretched-out pause before Chuuya responds again. “I knocked you out.”

“You… you what? N-no… you’re kidding right?” Your voice wavers slightly, before seeing Chuuya’s face again. He’s dead serious. “Why would you do this?”

“You were in danger. I couldn’t help it, alright?” He yelled, and you flinch. He takes a deep breath in again, slightly more calm, and continues. “Let me explain.”

“You were part of the Port Mafia, (Y/N). In fact, you, me, and Dazai used to be assigned to the same team all the time. Of course, it was always despicable working with Dazai. He never told us about anything, instead only telling us what to do, while he schemed about whatever he damn chose.”

“You can’t be serious…”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Do you think I’m joking right now? That I’m making a story and pulling it out of thin air for fun? You wanted answers. I’m giving them to you right now.”

“Right. Sorry.”

Chuuya ignores you and goes on. “Out of the three of us, you were always the weakest one, without a strong ability, nor any supportive abilities, however, we always had to drag you along anyways. To every mission gaven to us. Dazai would always make a plan, and we’d have to follow through. And if any of us ever messed up, we’d always get into trouble.”

“I bet you wanted to know how you got that bruise on your arm, that’s never healed, huh? Well, it’s cause you messed up one of the missions, and one of the higher-ups broke your arm. It never completely healed, and it was a warning that you should never mess up again.”

You look at your arm, where the ugly purple bruise marred your skin. It had never healed, and you couldn’t do anything heavy with it. Although it made a lot more sense than the reasoning you were told, you found this all too unreal. There was no way you were a mafia member. You were always weak. There would have been no reason for you to join. But even past the static buzzing in your brain, you could make out everything he said feeling familiar. As if your memories were just behind a wall you couldn’t break through.

“Still, I wasn’t able to do anything at the time, and Dazai didn’t care too much for you. The damned bastard treated everything and everyone like a chess piece, and played them as he wished. You were constantly treated as the runt of the three of us, and often used as the punching bag when missions weren’t successful. But, over time, you managed to become more ‘competent’ and not ‘drag us back’.”

“Of course, that all was, until the Dragon Head incident. All you need to know was that it was a bloody fight, and most of us were sent to deal with it.”

“As always, we were sent to deal with the mess. Dazai and I were obviously vanguards during the entire ordeal, and you were backup. When we had found the person behind it all, I used my own ability to kill him. We had won, but just barely.”

“You had managed to find the location of the man first, but you didn’t notify us. This person later told us that you actually refused to tell us. Ultimately, you botched Dazai’s plan, and almost destroyed an entire city, because you didn’t follow his instructions. Of course, Dazai was disappointed, even if he didn’t say anything. He essentially dismissed you, and planned to go back, and remove you from the Port Mafia. But, I didn’t want that.”

“So after a very long fight with Dazai, I managed to make a compromise with him. You would not be killed for betraying the Port Mafia, however, you wouldn’t be allowed to go back. But if I told you this, you would have rather accepted death, since the Port Mafia is the only thing you have ever known. You couldn’t go into the real world since you have no identity there.”

“So later that night, while you had looked like you were at least, partially asleep. I had no choice… but to give you severe head trauma, which would make you lose all your memories.”

There’s an unspoken silence between the two of you. You had always been told that your head was fragile. When you tried to think about your childhood or teenage years, your head would fill with static and it would hurt. Never had you ever expected it to be… this…

“You must be shocked. You probably think I’m not being serious, or that I’m joking. Well, I’m not done yet.”

“You were in a coma for years after that. For about two or three years, if I remember correctly. I had to make sure that you wouldn’t remember anything, so I bashed your head, pretty hard against the concrete. I brought you to the hospital after that, and told them that you had been injured badly, because you had attempted suicide. A balatant lie, but I couldn’t tell the doctors any more than that, otherwise I would have been detained.”

“For several years, you stayed in the hospital, completely unconscious. I’d visit you everyday, and see if you would wake up. At one point I had considered just giving up. But eventually, you did wake up. But, you didn’t have an identity in the real world, let alone education, or anything that would let you survive. When you were discharged, I paid a company to forge you a fake identity, which is what you live by now.”

“I’ve watched over you for so long, (Y/N). You once asked me what you needed to be protected from. I didn’t answer that question because I didn’t think it was the right time to let you know the truth. Alas, you’ve come searching for the truth yourself. The Port Mafia was after you for a long time. I had to constantly monitor you, you were constantly on my mind every day. And even when you were discharged from the hospital, I still had to watch over you while you slept. They wanted to kill you. I didn’t want you dead, in fact how could I?” Chuuya laughs in bitterness. “I loved you for a long time. I did all of this to make sure I’d be able to see you happy, for once. And you were. You moved into society rather nicely. You were simply not meant to be part of the Mafia, despite the potential in your ability.”

“You have the gun I left on my desk, didn’t you? You knew you had to take it because you might have been in danger.”

“Chuuya… stop.” You’re still in shock, but you know you’ll never properly remember any of your memories now. You can only trust him. Whatever he says, you have to believe. He’s not lying. He never was lying.

“That was Dazai’s gun. The gun he left before he killed himself.”

“No… please. Stop. Chuuya. Don’t do this please…”

He chuckles. “I have no merit in my future, I am simply left to rot and die here. You wouldn’t understand, (Y/N). I spent so much time in my life for you, that it would have been simpler to just kill you. But I can’t do that.”

“But in a life where you don’t return any of that to me isn’t worth living either…”

“CHUUYA,” you scream. “Stop this. Don’t…”

“So shoot me please. I know you’re dying to do it. You brought the gun with you, you wanted to kill me. I know you do. Why? You’ve reached into your pockets serveral times while I was telling your past. My life is hopeless, completely doomed. I’ve lost everything I once had, except for you. And I can’t even see you now.”

“So kill me. Put me out of my own misery.”

He smiles, in a twisted sort of way, expecting you to shoot.

“You won’t regret it.”

And it’s true. You were planning on killing him, but you don’t want to now. But if what he said was true, you were also ruthless as he was. You had to make a choice, quickly.

Your hands move faster than your mind, and you can’t stop yourself.

You shoot once. Once at his chest.

You can’t bear to see what you did.

But you also can’t see control what you were going to do next. You hear another gunshot being fired, and you weren’t if it was from yourself, or maybe someone else in the floor.

Your vision stops and you feel yourself falling to the ground.

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The Week Off

Yandere Chuuya x reader

I wouldn’t personally complain if Chuuya asked me to quit my job so he could take care of me…

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Warnings: manipulation, slightly possessive Chuuya (not that noticeable from reader’s perspective)

Word count: 565

The red haired man’s arm was lazily slung over the many pillows that rested against the headrest. In his hand was a glass of wine. His hand gently swirled the red liquid around in a loose manner. His entire body was exposed save from his groin which he had covered with a pillow.

He took a long sip of his glass and hummed at the taste. His blue eyes met yours as he patted on the pillow between his legs. “Come here” his deep voice smooth like velvet.

You obliged and laid your head down on the pillow. You were still bare and the chilly night air rose goosebumps on your soft skin. The windows in the penthouse suite were opened, letting the breeze pass through the thin curtains.

You tilted your head up slightly and was met with a smirking Chuuya. He was truly beautiful in the dim light. His hair gently framed his face has he reached over and sat his glass down on the night stand. He returned his attention to you and stroked your cheek with a gentle hand.

His left hand found its way to your hair as he began to softly massage your scalp. You hummed and closed your eyes at the pleasant sensation. His fingers were skilled as the loosened up the soreness you had after all your stress.

“It seems like I really marked you this time, huh?” he chuckled as he brought his right hand to your neck. Fingers brushed slightly over the many red marks that littered your neck. “You look so pretty like this” Chuuya muttered.

You watched his face as his eyes took in your neck and collarbones. He was seemingly lost in thought as he brushed his fingers across your various marks. His dark eyelashes gently brushing against his skin as he blinked. “You should just take the week off” his voice was low, but fully audible.

“The week off? Why?” you asked him.

“You should just stay home. You need it. I don’t have much work this week so I will be mostly home” his fingers drifted up to trace the edges of your lips. His blue eyes looking into yours. Various emotions swirled within their depths.

“I can’t just take the week off. At least not on such a short notice” you shook your head.

“I will call your boss for you and explain it as it is” his tone determined.

“As it is? What do you mean?” you looked back up at him.

“That job isn’t good for you. You’re working so hard and get so little in return. You stress yourself out say in and day out. I think it has gotten way too far” Chuuya’s voice had risen slightly.

You sat up and twisted your torso so that you could face him. “I need to have job, Chuuya.”

“No” he shook his head.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” you stared at him in disbelief.

“I can provide for you. Let me take care of everything” his large hands grabbed yours. “Please let me do this. Don’t be so difficult.”

You sat there in silence for a moment as you weighed your options. After a while you finally opened your mouth. “Alright. Alright I will quit” you sighed defeatedly.

“I knew you would finally get to your senses darling” he smirked as he pulled you in for a deep kiss.

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↬|Dazai|

Dazai is absolutely obsessed with his s/o, to the point where he would go to great lengths to have them all for himself. If he feels like someone is getting too close to his s/o or trying to take them away, he will stop at nothing to remove them from the world... He can be extremely manipulative, cunning and brutal in his methods, using his intelligence and connections to eliminate anyone who poses a threat to his relationship. Dazai is also possessive and jealous, not wanting his s/o to be around anyone but him. He constantly checks on his s/o's whereabouts and activities, even going as far as putting tracking devices on them. He will become suspicious and enraged if his s/o talks or interacts with someone he doesn't trust, even if it's just a friendly conversation. He will do everything in his power to control and isolate his s/o, and make sure they are under his complete and obsessive control.

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↬|Atsushi|

If Atsushi were to snap and become a yandere, he would be willing to go to extreme lengths to protect and obsess over his s/o. He may stalk them, monitoring their every move and conversation, and become territorial and possessive of their time and attention. He may also become controlling and manipulative, isolating his s/o from their friends and family and using emotional and psychological tactics to keep them under his thumb. In terms of cleanliness and order, he may start to become uncaring and neglectful of his surroundings, focusing all his attention on obsession and control. Atsushi's obsession and possessiveness may lead him to extremes, such as hacking into his s/o's social media accounts and devices to monitor their communication or even physically harming anyone who he perceives as a threat to their relationship. He may become increasingly paranoid and suspicious, always on the lookout for potential dangers or threats to his relationship. He may also demand constant attention and reassurance from his s/o, to the point where they feel suffocated and trapped. In short, Atsushi's once kind and gentle personality would be replaced with a dark and obsessive one.

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↬|Akutagawa|

Bruh... He's willing to do anything without a second thought for his S/O to make sure that they only have eyes for him and that they won't ever think of loving someone else (or leave him). He'd probably be protective to the point that they hardly have any freedom to themselves or any contact to other people besides him. If someone tries to make any move on them without his permission they're as good as dead. He'd go as far as isolating them and preventing them from talking to anybody. He'd be a huge control freak and would check on them constantly. Every single interaction with other people is observed by him. He's very clingy, to the point where he's also probably very possesive and wouldn't want anyone to touch them, not even to harm them, nobody should even dare to lay a finger on them.

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↬|Chuuya|

Chuuya's willingness to get messy is pretty drastic. In his eyes, any amount of bloodshed, torture, and violence is worth going through if it means his S/O is safe and sound. He's a professional and he knows that the more messy he gets, the bigger the problem can become But he'll gladly turn the world upside down on its head if it means protecting his S/O. He'll go through any length to make sure his S/O remains safe, no matter how messy things get. Chuuya is insanely protective of his S/O and if anyone attempts to physically harm, or even touch them, he will absolutely go to great extremes to deal with the person. Even if that person is a friend or a family member, he won't hesitate to hurt them if they cross a limit. He's extremely loyal and the only person who really gets a pass is No One, yes... no one else gets to make physical contact with his S/O.

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↬|Tetchou|

He’d be willing to get extremely messy to do anything for his s/o. He wouldn’t care who gets hurt in the process as long as the end result is getting to his s/o. He’d also be very obsessive over them and would watch them from a distance all the time. Just the sight of his s/o would be enough to send him into a spiral of thoughts. He’d never leave them alone, but he’d be discreet enough to not make it noticeable. Any friend they have that isn’t him automatically becomes a ‘threat’ to him, and he wouldn’t hesitate to make them go away if given a chance. He’d also get very protective of them, keeping an eye on them at all times to make sure no one does anything to them, or takes them from him.

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↬|Jouno|

If it comes to his s/o, Jouno will go to extreme lengths to keep them all to himself, no matter how messy it gets. He would not hesitate to eliminate anyone who attempts to steal his s/o's attention away from him or pose any type of romantic threat to their relationship. He sees himself as the only one who deserves them, and the only one who can love them, so he will do whatever it takes to be the only one in their life, even if it means resorting to violence. He would make sure that they're always around him, and he would keep them close. He would keep them on a tight leash, monitoring them with an almost obsessive level of intensity. If he sees even the slightest hint that they might betray him, he would take drastic measures to keep them by his side. He would become extremely possessive and jealous if someone showed even a hint of interest in them, and he would not hesitate to resort to any means necessary to claim them as his own, even if it meant going against their will.

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↬|Fyodor|

Extremely overprotective, if needed, he can kill without any hesitation to keep his s\o safe. I mean... he would literally burn down the whole city where his s\o lives if they are in danger, wouldn't care for how many people loses their life. Will kill everyone, who gets too close to his s/o. Is willing to manipulate his s\o to keep them, but only as a last resort.

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↬|Nikolai|

Nikolai would definitely be willing to get very messy for his s/o. Nikolai will stop at nothing to have his s/o, and will do whatever it takes to keep them all to himself. Nikolai has absolutely no limits when it comes to his s/o, and will do anything for them. Nikolai would have no problem doing incredibly horrible things in the name of his s/o and keeping them with him. Nikolai is basically a yandere. Nikolai wouldn't show how crazy or obsessed he is with his s/o to other people, being very good at hiding his true self and keeping a friendly, cheerful persona. Nikolai would be willing to go to extreme lengths to keep his s/o all to himself, not caring at all about anyone who wanted to get in between them or cause a problem for their relationship. Nikolai is essentially a psycho in love.

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↬|Sigma|

He has an obsessive level of devotion and obsession towards them, to the point where he would do anything to keep them by his side. If someone posed a threat or if they showed any signs of wanting to leave him, he would not hesitate to eliminate them to get rid of any obstacles in his path. He would do anything to make sure they're with him and only him. Nothing is off limits for him when it comes to his s/o. He would even go as far as stalking them, monitoring their every move and every conversation. He has a possessive streak when it comes to them, and he does not like the thought of them being around anyone else. He also has a tendency to become overly jealous if he sees them interacting with other people, even if it's just innocent conversation. He doesn't like the idea of them spending any time with anyone other than him, and he would do anything to keep them all to himself, even if it meant manipulating or deceiving them.

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hi beautiful <3

i love all your analyses sm and all the thought you put into them it’s so admirable i could never hehe 😭

im very invested in the themes of love languages and stuff so i wanted to ask what you think the bsd men’s love languages could be if that’s okay <3? tysm

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Hello, dear 💫-anon!♥️ Please excuse my late response. I had like…about 80 requests? Which kind of made me overlook this one, but I’m very happy to write for you now!

I really love such cutesy style of self-expression, which makes me be already very fond of you. I hope that this is to your liking.♥️

BSD MEN x ideal type darlings, subtle yandere behaviour but it’s not really noticeable.

BSD MEN x love languages

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Words of Affirmation: He uses praise and intellectual discourse to uplift his partner, valuing deep conversations that reveal vulnerabilities (rather your vulnerabilities, but we love red flags, don’t we?).

Quality Time: Enjoys engaging in meaningful discussions, relishing moments that allow for introspection and connection.

Acts of Service: He demonstrates care by taking thoughtful actions, often strategizing to provide support and stability.

Dazai Osamu

Physical Touch: Incorporates playful touches and embraces, using physical closeness to express affection and comfort.

Quality Time: Seeks out deep, meaningful interactions, often choosing to spend time in relaxed settings that foster intimacy.

Words of Affirmation: Frequently uses humor and compliments to create a light-hearted atmosphere, helping his partner feel valued.

Nakahara Chuuya

Physical Touch: Communicates affection through hugs, holding hands, and protective gestures, emphasizing closeness and loyalty.

Acts of Service: Shows love through actions that demonstrate commitment, often stepping in to help or defend his partner.

Words of Affirmation: While he might not be overly vocal, he appreciates direct expressions of love and loyalty from his partner.

Nikolai Gogol

Quality Time: Values shared experiences, often seeking out adventures or creative pursuits that allow for connection and fun.

Physical Touch: Expresses love through affectionate gestures, like hugs or playful touches, emphasizing closeness and warmth.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Acts of Service: Expresses love through protective actions, often putting his partner’s needs above his own to demonstrate loyalty.

Words of Affirmation: While he may struggle with vulnerability, he values sincere acknowledgment of his efforts and feelings.

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