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Yandere Port Mafia Osamu Dazai Alphabet

Author's Note: I decided since I'm writing for BSD I'll do a yandere alphabet for all the characters I'm writing for. Feel free to send request in like one shots and stuff, but please check in my Masterlist what BSD characters I write for. Even if I haven't done an Alphabet for them yet I'll still do your request once it's done or until I can't wait any longer. In Dazai's case I'm doing him in his time in the Port Mafia and then him at ADA.

Warnings: Violence, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse Implies, Rape Implied, Emotional Abuse, Manipulation, Murder Mentioned, Torture, Being Stabbed, Possessiveness, Suicide Mentioned, Clinginess, Lonliness, Sadism, Dehumanization, Kidnapping, Branding, and Just Pure Roxicity.

Links: {Masterlist} {Alphabet Used}

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

We all know Dazai. I can see him being as clingy as ever even while he was still in the Port Mafia.

I can see his reasons on being so affectionate is him being lonely and losing you, and his possessive nature.

He loves to have you sit on his lap while he gives his subordinates orders. And he'll also sit on you lap and not let you go, if you try he'll whine your name and make you feel bad.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

PM! Dazai most likely got carried away when it came to killing people. Remember that gun scene when he first met Chuuya, yeah.

I can see him doing the same thing to people who try to take you away from him or people for even talk to you. Everyone in the PM knows not to mess with you unless they want to face Dazai's wrath.

I don't know why but PM! Dazai would probably take a photo of his killings and show them to you, escpicially if it was a family member or a friend of yours. One of things he loves most about you is your tears and terrified expression.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He'd tease you about easy it was. How weak you were compared to him.

He'll try to make you comfortable and he'd want all you attention. He's like a puppy.

He'll never let you be alone in the first stage of your abduction. If you try he'll pin you against the wall and whisper in your ear why you hated him so much, when he knows exactly why.

Your anger, your fear and your despair all put a smile on his face. What can he say? He's a sadist after all.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

There's a lot of things he'll do against your will. PM Dazai is a lot more heartless, forceful and cold compared to ADA Dazai.

He'll chose what clothes you wear, he'll force to sleep in the same bed as him and if you really were misbehaving he'll have you execute a traitor.

He'll have you kill people and he'll just stand there with a blank face. When you finally snap and have a break down he'll be there hugging you, saying that you belonged to him. You are his dog and you obeyed him, which made you a good girl/boy. He'll reward you with various things because there are times where you tears don't make him happy, sometimes they make him upset, and he hates it.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Dazai is rarely vulnerable with anybody. He won't ever show his heart or true intentions to you. But he won't say it, but you're is only weakness. Yes he may hurt you but if anyone dared to touch you they'll suffer and slow and painful death. Those deaths are ones he'll never show you, because you may figure out you're his weakness.

If you actually wanted him to be vulnerable to you you'll have to be completely in love with him, probably just as obsessed with him as he is with you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He likes feisty, strong and independent darlings. He doesn't want a weak darling, someone who can't even defend themselves. Or a submissive darling who does what he wants without a fight. He'll see you as boring and will probably fall out of love with you and have you killed.

When you punched him in the face he was a little caught off guard. When he felt blood come from his nose he'd smile and call you a bad girl/boy.

He'll pin you down and the more you fight him the more he realizes how much he truly loves you. And boy will he have fun with you.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Watching you try to escape makes him laugh. You really think you'll escape the Port Mafia, and more importantly him? The moments you open the door he'll be standing there and a grin on his face. He put a gun to your head and tell you to turn around and go to your room.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

There's a lot of things that Dazai has done to you that can go in this one, but the by far worse one of when you made him genuinely mad.

It was probably a very stressful day and Dazai just wanted your affection and attention. But when he saw you laughing and talking to Chuuya he felt rage fill up inside him. But it was fine. He wouldn't let his other dog ruin his day. Dazai would grab your shoulder and tell Chuuya to go be useful for once in his life. They'd argue for a bit before Dazai drags you away.

But the moment you got to his room you were distant, and you looked disgusted.

"What's the matter, Belladonna?"

"Don't call me that."

Dazai would sigh before sitting in front of you. He asked you what made you so upset and you just snapped.

"I fucking hate you. I mean it this time. You murdered your own subordinates just because they looked at me. What the fuck is wrong with you?! You don't love me. You're just obsessed with the fact of having me. You treat me as your fucking dog! And... I'm sick of it. You've hurt me so many times... I can't even leave... After everything you've done, everything you made me do... You deserve to have that emptiness in your heart and be lonely until you fucking die a slow and painful death. I won't be your savior..."

You stood up and kicked Dazai aside. He sat the there quietly, not even moving as he looked at the ground. When you tried to open the door it was locked, from the outside. You heard Dazai's chuckle, before it turned into insane manic laughter. Dazai stood up and walked towards you, taking out his gun as you backed up.

"Savior... When did I ever say you were my savior?" Dazai asked, putting the gun your head and held his hand around your throat.

You stared at him with rage. All fear you had towards Dazai was gone, the only thing you felt was rage.

"You're what dog is to it's master. A dear comfort. And just like a dog, I can put down..."

Dazai stopped, before pulling out his knife and stabbing it into your stomach. Right before you can scream in agony he covered your mouth and looked you in the eye with his dead eyes and his emotionless smile.

"Just like that..."

Dazai would let you go as you fell to the floor. Tears rolling down your face as Dazai stared at you. He threw his gun into the closet and kneeling down so the two of you were at eye level.

"You're not gonna die... But,"

He pulled the knife out, you screamed pain as he smirked. He grabbed your wrist and pulled them above your hand, before he stabbed the knife into your hands in order to keep them in place.

"You're gonna learn your place.."

Your screams of agony and pleasure echoed through the halls of the Port Mafia that night.

The next day though, he felt so much guilt when he woke up and remembered what he had done. He would never, ever forgive himself.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He barely sees a future for himself. Maybe the two of you doing a double suicide together. Or maybe even him running the Port Mafia with you by his side. He'll see where the two of you will end up.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Dazai claims he'll never get jealous by some dog or a Port Mafia member, but he's lying.

He gets jealous extremely easily. If you really want to calm him down kiss him and hug him, telling him to calm down and that no one will take you away.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

It depends on his mood and your behavior.

If you're well behaved he'll be spoiling you by buying you all kinds of things. He'll blow his entire paycheck on you just to see you smile. He'll be very affectionate and tease you and act so childish. It would be like a normal relationship if he didn't do all those awful things to you.

If you're misbehaving though, he'll isolate you from everyone. You'll be chained to his bed and all you could do is stare at the ceiling or sleep.

He would definitely brand you, so expect a lot of hickeys and cuts during this time.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He'll go about it the same why he does with everyone else. He'll call you a beauty, flirt with you, ask you out on dates. He won't even act or show any yandere tendencies until you move in with him and start dating.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Yes. It's canon Dazai is kinda two faced, he puts on a mask pretty much. Dazai isn't just a monster under that mask, he's too complex to just be simplified as just a monster.

In front of people he'll still be possessive but only to the point of it looking like he's just worried about you.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Port Mafia Dazai is much more willing to hurt you than ADA Dazai.

It really depends on his mood and what you did. Hell, you could've done nothing wrong and he'll make up some bullshit just to punish you.

If you tried to escape he'll torture you before leaving you there in isolation for a week.

If you talked to someone else when he wasn't around that he didn't trust or like (Chuuya), he'll fuck you the entire night just to claim you. When they see your bruises and bite marks and hickeys they'll know your his.

If you insulted him he'd slap you across the face and tell you to watch your mouth if you didn't want him to stitch it closed. It's an empty threat, he wants to hear your voice and your screams some more.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

The more you misbehave the more rights you'll lose. You better pick this up quickly because even is you behave, the chances of you getting them back are extremely low.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Dazai is pretty patient, even if he may come off as a brat. But his patience won't last forever. PM Dazai is less patient than ADA Dazai and sooner or later he won't wait for his darling to love him back. Even though it'll hurt him dearly knowing his Darling doesn't love him, but at least they're with him, right?

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you die his entire world will fall apart. Why did he have to lose one of the few things that made him happy. He'll become a lot more cold an sadistic. He'd visit your grave often, even after he left th PM.

If you successfully escaped he'd be extremely impressed. It won't be hard for him to find you. When he does he'll tell you how impressed he was, but that it was time to come home.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Dazai isn't delusional. Yes he may seem like it but he isn't. He knows exactly what he's doing is wrong, but he doesn't care. There are times though when he feels guilty. When you're quiet and not fighting him. Letting him do what he wants to you makes him feel awful.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Most likely the lonely and emptiness he feels. He wants a reason to live, something that'll make his life a little bit better, a little bit brighter.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Your screaming and crying can either make Dazai extremely happy since he's a sadist, or extremely upset because it reminds him of how much he's really hurting you.

Dazai craves your love and affection, when you try and isolate yourself from him he's already tackling you and holding you close to while hides in your shirt.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

His intelligence, his skill, his strategies, his sadism. All those hit different.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

There's nothing you can exploit about him without him knowing, so give up.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes, but sometimes he'll regret it and try to earn your forgiveness.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He'll worship the ground hou walk on. He'll do almost anything to gain your love!

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He'll wait until he knows the time is just right, and that's when he'll strike.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

It's very likely, and the guilt he'll feel is impossible to put into words. He'll do anything to fix you, and I mean anything.

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As I was taking down my braids I began to wonder how different BSD characters would react after seeing your natural hair. Can I ask for headcanons about that? IDC what characters as long as Dazai is there.

(Unrelated but kinda related but it makes me think of how there are so many things that are just commonplace in my culture that I wouldn't think twice about. But those who aren't of said culture who would find the things I do as new and intriguing. Humanity is very fascinating. Sorry for getting philosophical. I just like to think a lot)

Deadass the different culture things is always so fun. Like I explain things about my own curly hair to my white friends all the time, and when they tell me what is and isn't acceptable in their culture with their straight hair? It's interesting.

Anyway! Here we goooooo~~

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Hair and Coffee

Dazai flipped over in his futon, half expecting to flop onto another human being, only to feel cold blankets. He groaned and continued rolling until he was on the tatami mat instead of the futon. After almost six months of sleeping with another person, his futon felt strangely big when he was alone.

"Belladonna?"

"Kitchen, Dummy."

With some effort he stumbled to his feet, and went out to the kitchen. The coffee maker gurgled, but Dazai couldn't smell the tell tale dark roast that he kept on hand. Instead, he smelled something fruity and creamy. His thoughts immediately jumped to you, as he swore you always smelled like a sorbet stand.

"Down here."

Lo and behold there you were on the kitchen floor.

You were surrounded by different bottles that were slick with the left overs from your hands. Half your hair was clipped out of your face, while the rest was in your hands while you ran a wide tooth comb through it.

It wasn't often that Dazai got to see your hair outside of twists. You said it was a protective style, especially against the salt of the ocean that constantly beat against Yokohama.

How interesting.

Dazai leaned against the counter with a raised eyebrow. "Comfy?"

"Yes, actually." You tilted your head up to look at him. "Coffee's gonna be ready soon. Could you pour me some too?"

"I could."

"Dazai c'mon, please?"

"Well if you beg that nicely."

He moved around the counter, and knelt down to your level. You raised an eyebrow, and he could feel discomfort radiating off you. Even your work on your hair had stopped, and yet you gripped the comb so tight he could he the plastic creak.

He shook his head before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips. When he pulled back, that discomfort seemed to have melted a bit.

Good.

He stood up and went to grab the coffee mugs. "Sugar?"

"You know it."

Shower Me in Love

Chuuya twisted the water on, before holding his hand under the cascading water. When it no longer singed his hands, he began to strip out of his clothes.

"Shower's on!"

"Coming!"

By the time he heard you walk into the bathroom, Chuuya had already stripped and was standing under the showers spray. Suds went down the drain while he rinsed out his hair.

"Took you long enough. Was about to get in the bath."

"Sorry! I had to take down my hair."

You finally stepped into the shower beside him, and he was surprised to find your hair had become a puff of tight, black curls. Chuuya knew your hair naturally curled like that, but he rarely saw it outside your braids.

He grinned as you reached out for your hair product. "Wash day for you too?"

"Yes and it's the worst! My deep conditioner didn't ship, but I'm tired of having dirty hair. Knew I should have just gotten the other one."

"They couldn't express ship?"

"I mean yeah, but-"

"If it's expensive charge it to my card." Chuuya said. "Your hair's too pretty to fuck it up on shitty products."

Your eyes widened a bit, before you bumped him with your hip. "Hush!"

He allowed himself to sway from your "violence" as he snickered at your bashful expression. "So fucking pretty."

A New Side

Atsushi hurried up the steps two at a time, humming along to the song that had been playing at the supermarket. When he finally got to your door number, he straightened up a bit, and knocked on the door.

"It's open, Atsushi!"

He opened the door, and toed out off his shoes. "I'm back, Darling! They didn't have olive oil, but they did have the coconut oil."

He went to your living room, and found you in the same spot that you were in half an hour ago. Your legs were under you, bottles of colorful creams were on the coffee table, and you had a comb in hand.

Now, however, your many bantu knots had been taken down in exchange for the puffs of tight curls that you were combing.

You looked up from the show you were watching on your phone with a smile. "Thanks! Can you set it on the table for me? I'll need it in a bit."

He did as instructed, his gaze never quite leaving your hair. He had learned a lot about you in the past two months. He knew you needed caffeine in the morning, and that you hated washing dishes, amd that he should get you flowers if you cried after an argument between you both. However, this ritual was new to him.

As he watched your hair do things his couldn’t, he was once more reminded how different the two of you were.

"Does it hurt?"

"Hm?"

He gestured to his own hair. "When you pull on it like that, does it hurt?"

"It can if you're not careful."

He watched you continue the movement. Careful, calculated pull of the comb through thick curls. Every so often you would stop, and add one of the creams or coconut oil to your hair, before running the comb through your hair once more.

After almost an hour of that, you paused and rolled your wrists til they popped.

Atsushi reached out, and gently took your hand. You tilted your head, but he didn't answer as he brought your wrist to his lips. You sighed and leaned your head back, eyes shut and a smile on your face.

"You're so sweet, Stripes."

Atsushi kept his lips over your pulse. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my entire life. Thank you for showing me another side of you."

You smiled and kissed his temple. "Thank you for accepting me for me."

Fin

[theanimeoftheblackbunnymask]

Can we just take a moment and acknowledge how much of a mind fuck it would be to be Dazai's darling during his Port Mafia days, and continuing to be his darling after he joins the ADA.

After writing for ADA! Dazai, I came to the realization how similar but different those two versions of Dazai are.

PM! Dazai is a lot more unhinged, manipulative, and apathetic towards his darling.

ADA! Dazai gives you suprising amount of freedom, but not PM! Dazai! This man will drag you everywhere with him, and he's forced you to witness some pretty traumatizing shit.

You once saw him brat a man half to death because they fucked up on a mission. Afterwards, his eyes remained dead and lifeless. His words completely contradicted his eyes, he'd joke and comfort you, but his eyes told another story. The lack of care, the lack of concern, the lack of life.

If you start off as PM! Dazai's darling, when he joins the ADA, it's like a complete tone shift. Suddenly you have so much freedom. You can have friends again, and have a job? But, since you were with PM! Dazai for so long, it's a complete mind fuck. You assume it's a joke, another one of his test, but no. He will genuinely let you go to the mall by yourself.

The sudden change in behavior will most likely cause yiu to have a panic attack in public. There has to be a trick somewhere, there has to be. You were so used to PM! Dazai, the Dazai that would pull at you hair and yell at you until you cried just for making a simple mistake, and then apologize and beg for you forgiveness afterwards, the Dazai that wouldn't let you be alone at all, the Dazai that would snap at random and make you pay the price, the Dazai that knew exactly what to say and do to make you feel or act a certain way.

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Transitions (Yandere Dazai x Reader)

Author's Note: This is based on the idea I had on how it would feel to be going from PM!Dazai's behavior towards his darling to ADA!Dazai's behavior. I also think people forget that Dazai was a teenager while he was in the Port Mafia, so reader is also around his age.

Warnings: Implied Non-Con, Mental Abuse, Physical Abuse, Torture, Emotional Abuse, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Delusions, Child Abuse, Assault, Implied Murder, PTSD, Panic Attacks Mentioned, Mental Breakdowns, Suicide Dicussed, Teasing, Mocking, and Sadism.

Links: {Masterlist} {Idea Concept}

Is it possible for a man like Dazai to change?

That was the only thing on your mind. You had been stuck with the man for years, you can remember the day of your abduction perfectly.

It was quick.

You were walking home from work. After your mother lost her job it became quite hard for her to pay the bills, so you picked up a job at the local grocery store. Balancing both High School and Work was no easy task. Your normal schedule was going to school until 3, tutoring until 4, and from 4 to 11 it was straight work. You'd often have to pull all nighters just to do assignments.

The day of your abduction was the day all those all nighters caught up with you. You walked with a drag, your vision blurred as you tried to stay awake, and every few seconds you'd let out a yawn. Normally you'd take the bus home or one of your co-workers would give you a ride, but recently you guys had grown short on staff, making you the only worker that night, and since it was a holiday the bus was running on a different schedule. Knowing what you knew about Dazai, he planned this all perfectly.

As you were walking you bumped into him, and maybe it was your exhaustion, but the moment you bumped into his chest you fell into his arms, your body going limp as he held you tightly.

That was the day you lost all freedom.

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"Wake up Princess/Princie~"

Opening your eyes, staring down at you was a suspiciously happy Dazai. You only stared at him as he sat next to you on the bed. When he initially kidnapped you, you were kept in a cell in the Port Mafia base.

You still remember how cold it was in there. The blood. The noise. Everything that took place in that cell still haunts you to this day. The very reminder of it sends a chill down your spine.

Now, the room you were kept in was actually a room. A queen sized bed in the middle, a vanity in the corner, a closet next to it, and on the other side of the room was a door that led to the bathroom. The room was decorated to your liking, but the only downside was the massive window that was barred up, forever reminding you of a freedom so close yet so far from your grasp.

"What's the matter? You still mad at me?" Dazai asked in his infamous baby voice, putting his hands on your cheeks in order for you to meet his gaze.

You only turned you head away, keeping your mouth shut.

Letting out a sigh, Dazai spoke. "Hey, don't be like that, Y/N."

You still didn't budge.

"You know that bastard deserved it."

"Did he, Dazai? Did he?" You snapped, now sitting up.

"Traitors don't live, Y/N," Dazai said nonchalantly as he got off the bed. "You should know that better then anyone."

You do.

"Why are you up so early?" You asked.

"The boss has a mission for Chuuya and I. I should be back around midnight, so you can do whatever you want in here until then!"

"Dazai."

"Hm?"

"Can I...," You paused, clenching your fist. "Ask you something?"

"Of course my dear! Ask away."

"When...when will you let me out?"

You felt energy in the room switch as Dazai's face dropped.

"Oh...My sweet, little Y/N," Dazaj cooed as he made his way towards you, gently grabbing your face. "You're a smart girl/boy. I know you know the awnser to that. Or will I have to remind you?"

His question immediately struck you with fear as you look up to him in a panic. Your hands shook as you tried to get him hands off your face, but his nails only dug further.

"Will I?"

The bloodlust in his tone. The emptiness in his eyes. It's all too familiar.

"No...no! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I'm sorry for asking, just please..." You pleaded as you gripped your hair, you eyes fixated on your lap as memories flooded your mind. "Not again.'

You could sense the smirk on his face as he kissed your forehead. "Smart choice. "

As you watched him leave through the exit of your prison, you could feel a tear roll down your face as the door slammed shut.

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Chuuya was the only person in the entire Port Mafia who you felt cared at least a little bit about your situation. Besides you and Mori, he knew just how cruel Dazai could be, and whenever he spotted whatever bandages were on your body, for the quickest second you could see sympathy in his eyes. You remember one time he found you crying in your cell after one of Dazai's punishments. Your body was in so much pain that you could barely move, and your mind was scattered that you couldn't even think straight. You were naked and cold, but your skin burned in pain.

Tilting his head down, using his hat to hide his gaze, Chuuya quietly opened the cell, laid his coat over you, and walked out just as quickly and quietly as he had entered.

However, you kept your fondness of Chuuya a secret from Dazai. You knew Dazai would never kill Chuuya even if he found out about his acts of kindness. Jealous? Most likely. Angry? Definitely not. Dazai saw and knew everything you did, every thought you had, you knew that he most likely knew. He was always watching you, or at least he made you believe so.

And that was why you haven't escaped yet.

The thing is, escaping Dazai is easy, stupidly easy, but staying free was damn near impossible. He could find you in a matter of seconds, or you would run back before he realized you were gone. You see, there was 1 time you escaped Dazai, and it was a moment that you would never forget. He made sure of that.

It was a week after your abduction. You were able to notice that everytime Dazai left for a mission, he'd never lock your door. So, when he told you that he'd be gone for a couple of days in order to complete a mission, you took that as your chance.

You were able to make it to the city were you wandered around for a bit. Eventually your exhaustion caught up to you, so you seemed refuge in a random motel after pretty guilt tripping the owner into letting you spend the night.

You feel bad that owner.

In the middle of the night, the motel caught, and by the time you woke up, Dazai was staring down at you, his empty eyes staring into yours.

Up until this point Dazai hadn't done anything to you. The most he would do was come into your cell and cuddle you for hours on end while telling you about his day. He seemed so soft despite the vibe he gave off. Sometimes he'd drag you to meeting with him where he'd nuzzle into your neck. But, this mistake flipped a switch a switch in him.

You lost your innocence that night.

Bruises, cuts, and bites littered your body, and all you did afterwards was hug your knees and stare blankly into space. Nothing could break you out of of that state, anything to make you forget what happened, anything to forget the pain.

He didn't stop there though. Night after night he'd escalate things further and further. At one point he broke both of your legs, dislocated your shoulders, and broke your fingers. He made sure one of your fingers healed incorrectly just for it to be a permanent reminder. And didn't stop at physical stuff either.

For nights on end he'd force you stay awake, and he'd play mind games with you too. He'd force you to complete nearly impossible task in your exhausted state, and then mock you to tears when you couldn't do them.

He did this for days just to teach you a lesson. When the lesson was over you were broken in, just like that. In the span of two weeks you became his lap dog, and he was disappointed at how easily you broke. I mean, why wouldn’t it be easy? You were only 16.

Any escape attempt after this would result in a panic attack. You would run back to your room where Dazai would be waiting, and while you had tears rolling down your cheeks, you'd run into his arms in order to seek even a little bit of comfort.

After a week of isolation, it was like another switch happened in Dazai. One day he came down to your cell and just broke down. You had never seen the man cry before. He then hugged you while spitting out a bunch of apologies.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just..." Dazai started before his voice lowered into a whisper, his gaze fixated on the floor. "I never wanted to hurt you...never. I was just so... I'm sorry. I'll take care of everything, ok?"

Sometimes you forget he's just like you, a kid. A sadistic, scarily intelligent kid, but a kid none the less. You soon learned why he kidnapped you, what his motive was.

He wanted to feel something. Anything. The boy was hallow, a cunning killing machine. His entire personality was an act. If you were to cut him open, you'd find nothing. And somehow, he gravitated towards you.

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"Do you enjoy living?"

Dazai laid his head in your lap, his arms wrapped your waist as you ran your fingers through his hair. In the past couple months things have cooled down. You've lost any hope of escaping or for him to become any less cruel, so now you just follow his commands. Life has been easier this way, not enjoyable, but easier.

"Hm?" You responded, meeting his gaze.

"Your life. Everyday was the same thing. School, tutoring, work. Did you enjoy any of it?"

"Well, no, but it was worth it. Whenever I'd come home my mom would always be waiting for me at the dining table. Even as she got worse, she still was always there no matter how late I got home. And when I showed her my first paycheck," You face soften in remembrance. "The smile on her face made it all worth it."

Dazai was silent for a few moments for snuggling against your stomach.

"Humans confuse me."

You knew better than to ask him to elaborate. It's not because he'd be mad or anything, but you knew his awnser would leave you sleepless.

A life with Dazai was a life with uncertainty, unpredictability. Some days he'd be this soft little thing, clinging onto you like a baby and craving all your attention, whining when he didn't get it. But on other days, he'd force you to witness the execution of Mafia members, drag you on life threatening missions, use you as a pawn on missions, and force you witness his cruelty first hand.

Sometimes it's hard to believe he loves you. Sometimes you think you're just a pawn in his game.

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Akutagawa hated your guts.

You got Dazai's praise, attention, and approval, and you did nothing to earn it. Anytime you looked at him, you see the hatred in his eyes.

A year after your abduction, Dazai started bringing you to his little trainings with Akutagawa, and you had one rule: Don't get close.

Seeing his treatment of the boy made you believe that you hadn't experienced the worse of his torment.

One day you couldn't watch it anymore. Dazai had kicked the boy so hard that he was coughing up blood.

"Get up," Dazai commanded coldly, slowly making his way towards the boy.

He was so weak that he could barely support his weight. They had been going at this for hours now.

"A weak dog is dead dog," Dazai said, pulling his gun out from his coat. "And dogs like you, don't deserve to be in the Port Mafia."

You watched as Akutagawa slammed his eyes shut as he gritted his teeth, preparing himself for death.

"STOP!"

You had hugged Dazai from behind, hugging him tightly as you looked up at him with teary eyes. His eyes remained cold as he looked down at you.

"Please...stop. Give the boy a break."

Dazai still looked down at you silently.

"For me, please."

You felt relief wash over you body as you heard Dazai let out a sigh.

"Fine," Dazai said with an annoyed yet defeated look on his face, turning around as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, throwing the gun in the process. "Don't think I'll be easy on you next time, Akutagawa."

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The day Dazai left the Port Mafia is a day that you can never forget.

When he came to your room, he looked tired. Both physically and mentally. He didn't say a word as he sat down next to you on the bed.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke.

"Odasaku is died."

You felt your soul leave your body as those words left his mouth. You had met Oda a few times whenever Dazai would drag you to the bar with him, and he always treated you with kindness. He'd often scold Dazai for his treatment of you, but Dazai always ignored him.

You liked Oda, him and Chuuya made your life a little bit more enjoyable with their kindness.

You stayed silent at Dazai's words. Dazai didn't look like he was here, completely spaced out from the world. You had never seen Dazai like this, and it honestly scared you.

Scooting over next to him, you hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Dazai?"

You didn't know if it was grief or what, but you never saw Dazai like this. You didn't know what to do. If you didn't do anything he could punish you once he became stable, or if you did the wrong thing he'd also punish you later. You were lost, you were confused, and you were scared.

"I'm leaving the Port Mafia."

"...What?"

"I'm leaving the Port Mafia," Dazai said before turning to look at you. The emptiness in his eyes sent a chill down your spine. "And you're coming with me."

What happened after that was a blur. All you remember was walking out of the Port Mafia building with a small backpack on, with Dazai holding you hand.

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The two of you had found an apartment and had been living there for awhile.

After Dazai left the Port Mafia he completely rebranded himself. He seemed so much livelier, so much happier, so much more energetic. You honestly like this new Dazai. You didn't know if if was an act or not, but at least he was treating you better.

One day he came home with a genuine smile on his face.

"Dazai?" You called out as you sat down in front of the TV, watching a show you started but never got finish due to your kidnapping.

"I got a job!" Dazai responded excitingly, sitting down next to on the couch.

"Really? Where?"

"At this detective agency for the gifted."

You were honestly caught off guard. Dazai, a detective? Never in all your days would you think Dazai of all people would help stop crime.

You did your best to hide your confusion though, mostly because you've never seen Dazai so happy. This happiness didn't seem fake, it looked genuine.

"That's nice," You replied, doing your best to put on a smile before going back to your show.

"Guess what I'm thinking, Y/N."

This wasn't going to be good. You just knew it.

"Um, what are you thinking, Dazai?"

"You're getting a job," Dazai said, a smirk on his face as he spoke.

You dropped the bowl of cereal you were eating in complete shock.

"What...?"

"Yeah, I think you should go out more, see new things, make friends, you know, normalcy and things like that."

He was messing with you. This had to be a test. He was testing your loyalty. He wanted to if you'd awnser correctly. The Dazai you know would never tell you this and mean it. Sure he was being a lot nicer now, but this is just like how he first kidnapped you. The calm before the storm.

"Um, no, I'm good," You responded, turning away from Dazai. "I don't wanna, I'm ok."

"...Don't lie to me, Y/N," Dazai said coldly, sending a chill down your spine.

What? You awnsered correctly though.

"W-What?" You asked, turning around to face Dazai.

"I know you want to go out. I know you want to see people again, make friends," Dazai responded as he got closer to you. You didn't dare to back away, but what he said next dazed you. "See your mother again."

You hadn't seen your mother in almost two years.

"You're lying."

"Nope, got her address and everything right here," Dazai said before pulling out a piece of paper.

You immediately leap towards the paper, but Dazai raised it above his head, just out of your reach.

"Nah uh uh, you get this paper if you promise me that you'll go out."

"I promise, I promise, just give me it!"

"Aye, don't be rude," Dazai said, flicking your forehead before handing you the paper.

This had to be a dream. This was way too good to be a dream.

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You still can't go out.

The paper with all your mother's information on it haunts you as you sit on the couch, staring at the door as you hug your knees.

You don't know what it is. Dazai's at work most of the time during the day, leaving you alone most of the time. The doors are unlocked, hell, he even gave you a key, but you just can't leave. Everytime you get close to the door you feel your lungs collapse. Your throat closes, you mind gets scattered, you can't think straight.

One time you stuck your foot out and immediately flung into a panic attack. Your breath was short, mind racing. You remember slamming the door shut and crying on the floor until Dazai came home. Anytime you got close to the door, images of your past escapes would flash in your head. Each and every one of them ended with you facing Dazai's torment.

Yeah he left the Port Mafia, but Dazai is still Dazai. This is all one big test to see how much you've learned, the paper was just something to allure you into escaping. You weren't failing this time.

"Still on the couch?" Dazai asked, almost sounding disappointed and worried all at the same time as he sat next to you. "Remember our deal?"

"Take it," You said, your voice and eyes empty as you gave his the crumbled up piece of paper.

Dazai just stared at you as he took the paper. You couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"I passed your test," You continued before lying down on the couch.

Dazai didn't say anything after that. He just stood up and walked away, not even sparing you a glance.

Sitting in your shared bedroom, Dazai stared up at the ceiling as he spoke to himself.

"They’re not leaving willingly anytime soon. I conditioned them too well."

Dazai didn't even notice, but tears were starting to form in his eyes as he spoke.

"They're leaving. They're getting a life."

The next morning you didn't wake up on the couch like you thought, but instead you were sitting on a bench in the center of the city, the paper you gave Dazai in your hand.

"Huh? What? Where... How?" You couldn't even form a coherent sentence as you looked up at the city around you. It was all so overwhelming.

As you walked down the street you kept your head low, trying to balance your nerves as you stared at the address written on the paper. You've waited two whole years for this very moment, a moment you thought you would only be a dream has finally came true.

The apartment your mother had now lived in was far more rundown and ghetto than the last one the two of you shared. The neighborhood was dangerous and the complex was filthy.

As you stood infront of your mother's door, you didn't know what you were going to say to her. Where you going to tell her what happened or just leave her in the dark? You honest weren't sure. Before you could decide what you were going to say, your knuckles were already meeting against wood of the door.

"Hello, can I..."

Standing infront of you was your mother. She looked tired, like she hadn't slept in days. But, the moment your mother locked eyes with you, the two of you were left speechless.

The two of you didn't say a single word as you fell into your mother's arms. You didn't even realize tears were rolling down your face as you hid your head in your shoulder.

"Mama..."

That was all you could say. Your voice was cracking as you hugged your mother tighter, as if she was going to disappear if you didn't.

"Shhh, it's alright," Your mother said gently as she rubbed your back. Even when flooded with overwhelming emotions, your mother was always able to remain composed and calm you down. "What happened baby?"

"I'm sorry mama, I'm sorry I didn’t... I didn't want to leave."

"I know baby, I know."

"I didn't want to leave you mama. I never did. I didn't wanna go, but I couldn't come back."

"Shhhh, calm down, I know, it's ok. Come inside and I'll fix you something, ok?"

Rubbing your eyes, you weakly gave her your response. "Ok."

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You never told your mother about Dazai or what truly happened. Anytime you'd get close to telling her, an image of Dazai's face would flash into your head and all those memories would come right back to you.

Your mother had made you your favorite, and at the moment it felt like the world didn't matter. It felt like you were back before everything happened, the time before all the pain, all the trauma, it felt, peaceful. And you couldn't remember the last time you felt true peace.

"What are going to do now?" Your mother asked, sitting down in front of you as you ate.

"I don't know. I need to get a job, but I don't know where to start."

"One of my friends daughters works in one of the stores at the mall, maybe I can get you in contact with them. That'd be nice, right?"

"Maybe."

"Where you living now?"

That question made your blood run cold. She couldn't find out about Dazai. Rebrand or not, Dazai was still Dazai, and you wouldn't let yourself be fooled into thinking otherwise. This wasn't the first time he's pulled something like this, but this time it was going on for a bit too long.

"An apartment downtown. The landlord is letting me live there rent free until I can get back on my feet."

"That's nice."

"Yes," You said before drinking you tea. "It's...nice."

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"Ah! You're back," Dazai said as he stood up from the couch, making his way to you.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry, I don't what happened but I woke up outside and-"

"Shhhh, I know everything. Was it nice?"

"...No."

"Be honest, Y/N."

"...It was... It was the nicest thing I've gotten in the past two years."

"That's what I thought," Dazai responded before caressing your cheek. "I want you getting out the house more. I won't punish you, I won't hurt you ever again, you have my word Y/N."

You stayed silent. Don't trust him.

"Y/N."

Don't trust him.

"I'm sorry."

Looking up at Dazai, your eyes widened as you saw tears build up in his eyes. Before you knew it, he was holding you tight, hiding his in your shoulder as he spoke.

"You didn't deserve it, you didn't deserve any of it. I love you with all of my heart, I don't know what I'd do without you. I won’t hurt you again, I won't let myself go that far. You are the sweetest person in the world and I corrupted you with my pain. I love you; I'm sorry that I hurt you, and I'll forever be sorry for that, even after I take my final breath."

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It's been a few years since then, and a lot of things have changed. You've gotten a job at the mall and you've became best friends with your co-worker Jojo. The two of you always hang out after work and she's gotten you to go out more. You've made a few new friends but you still get anxious talking to people.

You've met Dazai's co-workers and they all adore you, this kid Atsushi especially. He seems to be Dazai's apprentice and he's always the first one to talk to you whenever you come by the agency.

Ranpo is kinda bratty but he's a really smart guy. You were pretty suprised you found out his age, but you like talking to him about mysteries and his latest jobs. He never fails to suprise you, but he always makes you feel stupid with his arrogance. He's the only one in the ADA that knows about your true history with Dazai, and it was simply by observing your guys' interactions. To the outside the two of you see normal, but Ranpo is able to notice the smallest details that made him figure out the dark history of you and Dazai.

You're pretty sure Kunikida has a crush on you. Any time the two of you talk he's always beet red and gets annoyed whenever Dazai comes along.

You enjoy talking with Kyoka, you're pretty sure she sees you as a big sister. She's always trying to impress you and likes to follow you around. One time you bought a kimono with one of your paychecks and she hugged you so tight that she didn't let go for an hour. For a stone faced child she's truly a sweetheart.

Akiko and you hang out all the time. The two of you often go shopping together and she was the one who explained how abilities worked to you. The two of you were at a bar when she explained it and you quite shocked to say the least. Dazai never explained it to you, it was more like something that was constantly brought up and you had to figure out how it worked on your own.

Now you and Dazai. To say in simple terms, your relationship is complicated. He doesn't hurt you physically, but he still plays mind games with you, but it's just not as obvious. The relationship feels more normal, but his obsessive tendencies still shine through despite his lack of violence. Anytime you go out he always implies that he'll know everything you do. At work, hang out, clubs, everything, he's always watching. So, despite your new found freedom, you're very anxious, and still don't interact with men that Dazai doesn't know. He even met your mother and she adores him. You still do your best to prevent her from finding out the truth about Dazai.

But, if you ignore all of his flaws, Dazai might as well be the perfect boyfriend. He always buys you gifts, takes you on dates, and actually does couple stuff with you. If you ignore the past and that feeling of anxiousness whenever you're with or without Dazai, you would say that you wouldn't ask for anything better.

Right?

[kugikizuchi]

Yandere Alphabet Sigma.

Warning: Dark light romance, stalking and other topics related to the yandere theme - crazy love.

Number of words: 15.7

♡♡A Little Cheat Sheet ♡♡

Sigma, being a fairly responsible person both in the public eye — as a casino manager — and behind the scenes — as a member of the terrorist organization "Death of the Celestials" — doesn't have a lot of free time. But when he realized that a new guest at his establishment stood out from all the others eager to collect their winnings, something wound up inside him like a clockwork key, forcing him to temporarily set aside the documents, the signing of which could determine someone's promotion.

You paced so cutely from side to side, having come, most likely, with your gambler friends. While you yourself, in his eyes, were like a cat, not knowing where to settle on that endless fluffy carpet. The fact that you, one of the few, started looking back at Sigma... oh, why did you? He was already biting his knuckles because of the obsessive thoughts that had long since materialized into timid sketches of your portraits along with pencil drawings of patterns (which would clearly suit your dresses or blouses). He could put a document on hold just by imagining which shade of your favorite color might suit you (how does he know it? Never mind).

He realized you were taking up too much space in his thoughts when, after a half-hour conversation (the happiest stretch of his life), he still imagined the trail of your light perfume, which he had given you by a lucky coincidence as the thousandth visitor to the casino.

You shouldn't have talked to him for so long. You shouldn't have looked back at him and smiled with your blissful lips.

Only one moment could tear him out of the tangle of thoughts about you: when a loyal employee would ask what color ink to use to sign the card on a new gift for you. He tried to be less intrusive, honestly! He didn't want to scare you away.

Between us, he is overwhelmed each time by the feeling as if he were the lucky one whose lap a tired cat chose to settle on, picking him alone out of the entire hall. And he, taking on the role of a gentle guardian, caressed the cat carefully, diligently. Maniacally tender...

· A (Affection) — Attachment: How do they express their love? How intense is it?

At first, these are elegant gifts that, believe me, were chosen for more than just a day or two. He made sure that the item matched your tastes, was useful, and was comfortable. Unless, of course, you liked trinkets that might gather dust on shelves but please the eye with each new day (that's exactly what Sigma hoped for when he gave you a figurine of a beautiful Italian girl, hand-painted by a master).

If he's honest, out of the fear of losing you — the only person who doesn't try to forcibly persuade him or use him — you might receive a bouquet of flowers one week... for every day of the week. And don't worry, he took care in choosing exactly the kind that couldn't possibly cause an allergic reaction.

Or once every two weeks, he gives you a beautiful antique item.

He doesn't know how to appease you, as if you were a deity, so that you definitely won't leave him.

Later, when you became softer towards him (and you weren't cruel to begin with, by the way), he started arranging meetings. He's too shy to call them dates...

And more and more, as long as you allow him, he will court you, at first like in romance novels, and then, having understood your tastes, he will continue to be a devoted gentleman for his lady, who already knows more about her... even more than she knows herself.

But if you say "stop," he will stop. In shock and a slight daze, like a cat caught in a trap, but he will listen to your words and try to ensure they change the situation for the better. Whichever he deems to be the better side.

· B (Blood) — Blood: How far are they willing to go when it comes to their "beloved"?

Far, but not to a criminal extent.

Being a member of such a dangerous and secret organization, he has already seen and heard plenty of killings. Even considering that they tried not to drag him too deep into such dark deeds, he still understood that his hands, albeit indirectly, are stained with blood.

Therefore, if some suitor appears, deciding that you are the one, he will simply be denied entry to the casino, and debts will suddenly surface at his banks.

If any danger threatens (why would anyone threaten such a sweet lady?.. Ah, right... There are many enemies, and they immediately see who has feelings...), then with hidden joy and open fear, he will provide you with refuge in the casino. The fear — he understands it's because of him. He is gnawed by a fear that constricts his chest and hands, the fear that you might get hurt because of him... But the joy. The joy that you are even closer to him. You can become even more sympathetic toward him. And he will drown in you even deeper.

· C (Cruelty) — Cruelty: How would they treat their "beloved" if they kidnapped them? Would they torment them?

It should be said that the kidnapping happened almost half a year after your first meeting. He is patient! And still a little cowardly... For a month, he was tormented by thoughts of whether you loved him back. And after such a long discussion with himself, the following months were spent on establishing warmer contact with you, getting to know you even better, and, naturally, setting up your future room according to your preferences. It's almost like a separate apartment! It's comfortable, spacious! And right next to him... And the soundproofing is good, by the way. Yeah. Just saying. Very good...

Torment a kitty like you? The one for whom he bends over backwards like a lovesick puppy? He would never torment or humiliate you. You are too precious to him. Besides, he doesn't see you as an enemy who deserves misfortune. No, in his eyes, you are nothing less than a cat. But know this: the scenario where you become his wife torments the young man greatly at night. Especially once you're already in the new room, at the casino.

And if you are not too frightened on top of that (he will take care of it), then know, just between us, you will have more privileges than anyone else. Just be his. He begs you.

· D (Darling) — Beloved: Would they do something against their love interest's will?

Rather yes than no. But only in the name of your safety. He has already seen how greedy and vicious even a seemingly saintly person can be. Both the clients and... the higher-ups have proven this to him.

Just don't be too upset with him! He won't be able to decide the best way to calm you down and will try to restore your peace of mind with lulling and tenderness. Although, if you scream, thrash around, and throw things at him, he will patiently leave you alone, giving you a chance to calm down. At least, he considers this the safest option — that's what he read in a dozen books on female psychology...

He doesn't think one-dimensionally! He just simply has no experience in this, and he tries to extract the truth from open sources and filter the information.

· E (Exposed) — Vulnerability: How much do they open their heart? Do they show their vulnerability?

Sigma has many positive qualities; he is not stupid, but perhaps the desire to finally have a soulmate can cloud his common sense and give free rein to all his feelings.

Even if he didn't initially plan to show his vulnerability, during conversations with you, in the pleasantly spent time together, he relaxes and becomes susceptible to any information that pleases you.

What do you want to know about him?

Ask, darling.

Just not about the work that is done far from prying eyes. Please. Don't go there.

· F (Fight) — Fight: How would they feel if their "beloved" fought back?

An understanding of the fight and a desire to calm you down. He himself wouldn't be particularly happy if he found himself under someone's guardianship. But you are not under just anyone's, you are under his. In the best place, with the best person.

The young man will perfectly understand your desire to fight back, but very quietly, without much violence, he will try to quell that fervor in you so that you don't hurt yourself.

So please, put down that heavy bottle of perfume.

· G (Game) — Game: Is this a game to them? Do they enjoy watching escape attempts?

For him, this is definitely not a game. For him, this is life. The realest thing. And... a chance. A chance to become someone's needed, beloved, precious person without the fear of being stabbed in the back or by the warm hands of a formerly close person. He won't scheme against you, won't cause you moral harm, won't test your body's limits. He simply wants happiness for both of you. Calm and peaceful.

At least, he's trying to build it, given the circumstances.

· H (Hell) — Hell: What would be the most terrible experience their "beloved" would have with them?

The most terrible moment came when you tried to run away for the umpteenth time, contriving to find a loophole each time and brazenly using it.

You were caught again. And the most terrible thing for Sigma was not that you almost left the country, but that you almost boarded a plane that was later shown on the news as having crashed. Not a single survivor.

He had never pressed the button to call security so fast in his life. For two whole, agonizing minutes, he was ready to pray and believe in anything and anyone, as long as you were alive.

And you were alive. And on the other end, you could even be heard swearing and shouting in the car, desperately trying to knock something over to attack the guard.

You had no idea that a mere couple of minutes could have divided your life into "before" and "after." Alive and dead.

After this, you were forbidden from leaving your bedroom for two whole weeks. Sigma visited you almost every hour, checking on you and asking about your well-being. He treated you like a porcelain but tightly sealed figurine. With fear, but in a disciplined manner.

After this period, the young man finally allowed you to move around the building more freely, but you will never forget the screams with which you threw one of your heels at your kidnapper when he delicately but firmly grabbed your ankle and put a tracking bracelet on it. You felt humiliated and offended, but Sigma insisted on this accessory, and you could only glare at him angrily from your corner. An angry cat that had a harness put on it, while it was used to being free.

· I (Ideals) — Ideals: What future do they imagine with their "beloved"?

A peaceful time, occurring steadily once a month, when the young man shuts himself off from the whole world and fills his thoughts with airy plans. He would very much like you to become, for now at least, his girlfriend. Voluntarily.

So that of your own free will you would open your eyes, happy, in his embrace (at least on weekends, when you don't need to get up with the first rays of the sun in summer, and in winter even before the sun itself).

So far, that is the limit of his dreams.

· J (Jealousy) — Jealousy: Do they get jealous? How do they deal with jealousy — do they snap or bottle it up?

He gets jealous like a hummingbird. It seems like he isn't showing his jealousy, but it also seems like he's ready to take his beloved by the hand and lead her away from unsuitable company.

He won't be jealous without a reason. If you behave well, you will be able to move freely around the casino and communicate with the staff and guests (personally approved by him).

But, as is usually the case, if an overly self-confident man appears in your social circle, deciding he can talk to such a beauty, Sigma will calmly help you get back to your room.

I hope you won't try to contact this insolent man to run away? Otherwise, the client will receive a permanent ban from the gambling establishment, and another week with a bracelet on your leg awaits you.

But know this: he bottles it up more than he shows it. And if he does show it, he will never unleash it in the form of aggression against you. Only a dry punishment without any injuries.

· K (Kisses) — Kisses: How do they act around their "beloved"?

Sigma's behavior fully depends on the time period — when you first got acquainted, and later — more than acquainted.

At first, believe me, nothing will give away his growing attraction to you. Only coincidences, precise and presented with arrangement, like steps in a waltz.

But when the young man realizes that you have become more than just a client to him, consequently, his attitude towards you will be different. Radically different.

You will start receiving not only more compliments and attention from the manager himself, but also beautiful gifts, which I already wrote about earlier.

He tries to be neither too passive, so you don't mistake him for a spineless ladies' man, nor too pushy, so that next time, as always on a Friday evening, you'll come wearing the jewelry he recently gave you. He won't ask for more.

...

Until the thought enters his head that you are too fragile for this deceitful world.

· L (Love letters) — Love Letters: How would they court or try to get closer?

The courtship is the same as that of gentlemen from old movies, who turned the heads of girls of those times and now charm fans of retro.

To speak of your beauty, that something has changed about you today, to point out a detail that highlights your eyes. He is not devoid of imagination, even if it is rather meager, perhaps, but for the lady of his heart, he can compose any compliments pleasing to the ear. Even if it costs him three sleepless nights and even, oh, the impossible, asking Gogol for advice — solely because that man has a smooth tongue and can say more about anything than Sigma himself can.

He believes in the phrase "actions speak louder than words," so the staff treats you like a dear friend? Or did you notice that less ice was added to your drink, allowing for more liquid in the glass? Oh, just a coincidence. A pleasant coincidence.

Just like a star that fell from the sky, which you are to him. A miracle that cannot be missed.

· M (Mask) — Mask: How much does their true nature differ from how they act around others?

I don't think it differs that much. He's not a cardboard cutout; he has many facets of feeling in his soul. It's quite logical that he can be both serious and more affectionate.

When you are in a relationship with him, the second face of the composed manager is fully revealed to you — a loving boyfriend, trying to devote any free time from his duties solely to you.

· N (Naughty) — Punishment: How would they punish their "beloved"?

Fair punishments set by the rules. Tried to leave the room to escape? A reprimand and a lecture, so tedious that you'll be trying to interrupt his words with your vows of obedience rather than listening to the end.

Tried to escape past security, already almost running out the main doors?

Don't worry, that bracelet doesn't squeeze so tightly anymore, and it even now has a listening feature that Sigma warned you about. So he will hear all your indignation through the speaker.

Admit it, it's better to behave at least not like a criminal attempting to escape, right?

· O (Oppression) — Oppression: What rights would they deprive their "beloved" of?

It's such a shaky boundary that it's impossible to define it precisely.

On the one hand, you have strict prohibitions — do not leave the room, do not talk about escaping with strangers, do not try to kill him, and so on.

But on the other hand — if you are obedient and affectionate, you will instantly melt the manager's heart, and in an embrace, using all your feelings of love and charm, you can wheedle anything you want. A relaxation of vigilance, for example.

I hope you won't ask Sigma for permission to kill him? He loves you, of course, but he's not ready to leave you alone.

After all, the fear of leaving you alone in this dangerous world is exactly what drives his yandere instinct.

· P (Patience) — Patience: How patient are they with their "beloved"?

Boundlessly. Seriously. You would have to try very hard to unbalance such a person. He will never raise his voice or hand against you, and his patience can only snap if, as was said earlier, you put yourself in such danger that your life hangs by a thread.

Only then will he take all measures of strict protection and, with a nervously twitching eye, sit beside you, hugging and soothing. It's just unclear whom he's soothing more: you or himself.

· Q (Quit) — Quit: If their "beloved" died, left, or escaped, would they be able to live on?

In all scenarios, a categorical "no" stands along with the fact that fire cannot burn in water.

Did You leave?

Probably not far, just to look at something in the store, right? You should have warned him so he could assign you at least one guard or, if he had free time, go with you himself. Spending time together is always beneficial, isn't it?

Did you run away?

Darling, you won't get far on the hundredth time if the previous ninety-nine were failures. The 101st attempt might work, but think about it once you're back in bed, not out on the street, where a hired killer could be around any corner. Hmm. What does this remind me of...

The two scenarios above clearly show that Sigma cannot be without you and will bring you back.

But if you die?

He will plead inside for you to switch places, for you to open your eyes, for your body to not be what it seems, and for you to open your eyes right now and hug him.

He won't be able to survive such a blow to the heart. Either a heavy life continuing the role of a manager, or else... He doesn't want to think about it, but no one is immune to, on one of the harrowing nights, drowning in his thoughts and taking the pistol long hidden for self-defense.

· R (Regret) — Regret: Would they feel guilt for the kidnapping? Would they ever let their victim go?

The young man feels regret when he sees your suffering. And therefore, he tries not to give it any ground. He doesn't keep you in a basement, he doesn't mock you, he just... takes care of you. Just courtship! Yes, slightly not in the typical sense, but it's not written anywhere in the world's regulations.

The chance that he will actually let you go is maybe 20 out of 100. His conscience, your words, and your appearance will force him to let you go with an aching heart, if he sees how you are fading away day by day without freedom and a boundless life.

· S (Stigma) — Stigma: What made them this way (childhood, interest, etc.)?

To say that his childhood made him this way will sound mocking, but also technically true from an age perspective.

Remember, he literally experienced coming into existence out of nowhere, he experienced slavery, he even experienced working with Fyodor. He knows what he's talking about when it comes to the cruelty of a world where even your friend can plunge a knife into your stomach.

The fear for a life, which in the current days of humanism is placed first and simultaneously last, makes him hold you tight in his arms, begging to give you one more day of safe life.

· T (Tears) — Tears: How do they react to their "beloved's" screaming, crying, or withdrawal?

Even if he is busy with matters that require his attention every second, he will try to soothe you if you cry and scream, and talk to you if you've withdrawn into yourself.

God, he will start worrying about you so much, if you reach your absolute limit, that he's ready to admit he can't cope and consult a psychiatrist or psychologist.

Just follow the doctor's prescription, and don't try to take advantage of this to run away. The psychiatrist is hired by Sigma.

· U (Unique) — Uniqueness: What sets them apart from the classic yandere image?

A yandere can, in a fit of passion, turn the object of their affection into a corpse. Sigma, however, will not do this under any pretext; even his anger, if it reaches its peak, will be vented on someone else.

He loves you too much to cause you any pain. Maybe... only if it's unconscious and accidental. And even then, he will apologize for it until you forgive him.

· V (Vice) — Vice: What weakness of theirs could the "beloved" use to escape?

Love. The most logical, and yet illogical, thing when you think about escaping from a kidnapper.

As before — you can pretend to be a cat purring from affection and buy yourself time for an escape. But keep in mind — the cat always returns to the warm hands of its owner. Whether by the cat's own desire, missing the love, or by the guardian's wish, who has a leash long enough for his pet.

· W (Wit’s end) — Wit's End: Would they harm their "beloved"?

No. And again, no. And just as many more times, no.

You shouldn't expect any purposeful violence — Sigma is not only uninterested in it but also steers clear of such an option of "care."

· X (Xoanon) — Idol: How much do they worship their "beloved"? What are they ready to do for them?

Sigma tries to avoid idolatry and elevating your personality to a cult. This in no way means you won't be among his priorities and values. He simply strives for real relationships, which have always been and will be the priority for genuine people.

You are the most precious person in this life to him.

· Y (Yearn) — Yearning: How long will they pine before they "snap"?

A long time. Half a year is a fairly good period while you live your life, unsuspecting that the one who desires you does so like a man dying of thirst wants water in the desert.

And, as was previously mentioned, his desire will gradually accumulate and accumulate, and eventually begin to seep little by little into your life in the most harmless way at first.

· Z (Zenith) — Zenith: Will they eventually break their "beloved"?

No. No. No. No. No!

By making you suffer, Sigma will only break himself even more.

His main desire is simply to see you happy and unharmed.

He love you so much. Please, love him too. ~

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Hello hope you are doing well, I am not quite sure if you are taking requests but if you are could you please write Yandere Deon hart i'm not that kind of talent

❝ 𝓣𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 , 𝓐𝐓 𝓢𝐊𝐘𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 . . . ❞

━━ 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐖𝐀 💭 𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓

━━ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 💭 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐗 𝐆𝐍 ! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

━━ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 💭 18+ , 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 , 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 , 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 , 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 never had the time to truly give the idea of a romantic relationship any thought. he’s a busy man, having grew up in a disorganized family and forced into the army at a young age, all that he had ever known was the cruelty of others and the rustic scent of blood. even when he crawled his way into the hero’s group, there was only ever more bloodshed and sacrifices. he’s only ever been exposed to war, not the affection which one shares with their lover.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 honestly expected his life to stay that way. what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, and having never experienced the gentleness of a lover, he never cared much to yearn for one. he already has his hands full enough with playing spy for both the lunatic emperor and the clingy demon king, all whilst trying to survive. it’s not like he’d ever have time to fall in love with anyone, right? well, that’s what he thought, until you came along.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 singled you out from the rest of his subordinates immediately. you had been assigned as his assistant. you, a demon that could easily overpower a weak human like him. you, a demon that was supposed to be bloodthirsty and cruel. and yet despite being a demon, he’s never met anyone as perfectly human as you.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 thinks you’re more human than demon when you smile at him so sweetly, exchanging kind gestures every now and then as an appreciation to your commander. you’re always going out of your way to take care of those around you, always smiling and complimenting and humming with that ridiculously melodious voice, the same voice that would call out his name so excitedly. you were never like the other demons who were constantly seeking to test their powers against him or were blindly subservient to him, although you didn’t quite see him as an equal either. you simply saw him as someone who “works hard and has a respectable work ethic. someone admirable.”

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 fell hopelessly in love with you right then and there, a metaphorical pink cupid’s arrow shooting through his heart at just how absolutely precious you are. it truly baffles the commander just how you could manage to be so wholesome despite hailing of the demon race.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 finds himself quietly pining for you after that moment. he’s not very experienced with the concept of crushing on someone or falling in love, therefore he’s absolutely clueless on what to do with his feelings or how to act on it. he doesn’t know what course of action he should take, and it’s not as if he could just ask one of the demons for advice. he’s left completely in the dark, yet there was still an instinctual human need to be closer to the object of his affection, and so the commander finds himself loitering around where he would usually spot you, hoping to catch a glimpse of your sparkling smile within the nest of havoc.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 is satisfied with just catching glimpses of you for a while. it’s enough for him that he could see your smile almost everyday, that is until you pick up on his regular appearances around the places you often visit and instead of calling him out on it or attempting to murder him, you instead invited him to chat with you.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 slowly but surely grew on you, and your little chats with your commander here and there gradually grew into longer conversations with topics focusing more on yourselves than the fleeting events around you. on some days, you even find yourself loitering in your commander’s room late into the night to continue whatever deep conversation the two of you were having. occasionally, you’d fall asleep and spend your night in his room, and deon never had the heart to disturb you, so he just let you be. although more often than not, the moment you’re asleep, deon finds himself quietly admiring you. he doesn’t do anything more than that at first, merely noting the way you breath and the murmurs you would say sleepily. it was honestly just heartwarming to him.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 considers you his close friend after all that time the two of you spent conversing and learning more about each other. you’re his friend, so he wants you to stay closer to him and spend more time with him. you’re his friend, so he wants you to move your room closer to his’. you’re his friend, so he wants you to always stay by his side every minute of the day. you’re his friend, so it’s fine if he gets a little possessive, right?

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 is an over thinker. who could blame him after all the horror he’s had to witness in his youth? he’s always been surrounded by people with ill intentions, those seeking to use him and those seeking to ruin him, yet in the midst of the chaos, there was you; a shining beacon of benevolence, practically heaven-sent with your generosity and beaming smile. yes, that’s right, you really must be an angel. an angel sent just for him, your touch just for him, your voice just for him, your smile just for him — it’s not as though anyone else in this world could be deserving of you.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 develops some odd habits after that realization. sure, he might’ve grown closer to you, but he never found the chance to express his feelings, and they’ve only grown deeper after the two of you became friends. his heart is untamed and clumsy, like a toddler handed destructive power when it barely knew how to walk. he doesn’t see the wrong in manipulating you to constantly stay by his side because “his body is still weak from the battle with the hero.” you’re his angelic friend, so there’s no way you could leave him be when he’s unhealthy, right? you’re always so generous too, so you won’t mind if he snag some trinkets from your room for safe keeping either, right?

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 develops these habits unconsciously, half the time not even realizing what he’s doing before it’s already done. perhaps it’s a true testament to how deep his feelings run for you to the point that he doesn’t even realize that he’s acting on it.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 is still inexperienced, but if by chance he somehow confesses to you about his true feelings, and if you were to accept, than expect his behavior to grow tenfold. deon will get more protective of you. he completely disregards wether you can protect yourself or not, it’s better if he is the one to protect you. oh, and those demon friends of yours, it’s better if you distance yourself from them too, they’re no good influences on your mind. if you don’t listen to his advice the first time, deon has no qualms using his title as the commander to seal those demons manipulating you behind a cell.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 usually doesn’t act on a whim with violent tendencies, but doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty if it’s for his beloved’s benefit. you’ve become the center of his world the moment you accepted his affection, so there’s no way he’d allow anything or anyone to ever lay a hand on you with ill intent.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 is exceptionally needy. he’s constantly clinging to you, seeking for affection like a touch-starved puppy. it’s almost as if he’s seeking out the affection that he couldn’t receive during his childhood, and just who are you to reject his advances when he sadly tells you the story of his past? deon has no problems guilt-tripping you into accepting his affectionate hold, and you’re just too kind for your own good.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 believes you can do no wrong. it’s not as if you’re a troublemaker like the other demons he’s been forced to meet in the first place, but deon’s so convinced that you must be some perfect saint that he practically worships you. in his eyes, you can do no wrong, but anyone who does you wrong can expect to have a glinting blade swiping at their neck when they least expect it. whatever you say or do is law, and deon will be the faithful servant who carries out your will.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓, his other personality that was crafted upon his insatiable bloodlust and ruthlessness, needs some time to adjust to your presence, however he’s more or less the same as the usual deon when he’s not faced with an enemy. demon arut is definitely more protective and controlling of you, always making you the first priority whenever a battle arises. he needs to keep you in his range of sight or else the he goes absolutely mad trying to find you, destroying anything that hinders his path.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓 is more sadistic than your usual commander. unlike deon who cares about your image of him and therefore has placed some restraints on himself, demon arut has no such concerns. he openly likes to tease you, almost going overboard with it because he likes getting any kind of reaction from you. he won’t intentionally be malicious towards you, he still loves you after all. however, if you receive a few cuts and bruises from battle or the likes, he will mock your competence and press on a few bruises, only after he’s made a bloody mess of the perpetrator who dared to touch an inch of your body.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓 will insist that you train with him so you can polish your skills. as a demon, you’re not lacking by any means, probably even better than the strength of five soldiers combined, however that doesn’t mean that you stand a chance against him. demon arut has beaten entire armies by his lonesome, so don’t be too disappointed when you fail for the nth time. he won’t praise you often, however, he will go easier on you compared to his unrelenting nature on the battlefield. although, it’s not as if you would ever need to put these skills to use and lift even a finger, he’ll always have you as his first priority to protect and get to safety.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓 is, like his name suggests, a demon. a demon who’s cruel and bloodthirsty and a hundred times more possessive and easily jealous. he won’t hesitate to make an example out of one of your comrades by gutting them in front of you if you get to chummy with them. well, he won’t hesitate to make an example out of anyone really, even his fellow commanders as long as he gets it through that cute head of your’s what lengths you’re capable of pushing him to.

━━ ✧ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, you’re basically holding onto the reins of a catastrophe that could take empires by storm, just be careful not to take your eyes off him for too long or that storm might just ruin you… although, it’s not as if he’d particularly care for your opinion on this matter. the two of you are lovers now, so it’s only right that you never part. even if the sky falls and the world is coming to and end, even in life and in death, the two of you will always be together, deon hart will make sure of it.

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Hello!! New follower here! Do you make request for dion agriche? Can you make a continuon of but you can't stay away from me? It's it correct? Or not i hope, im not really good at english, Sorry!!

❝𝓜𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 , 𝓜𝐈𝐍𝐄 , 𝓐𝐋𝐋 𝓜𝐈𝐍𝐄…❞

━━ 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐖𝐀 💭 𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐀 / 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃’𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

━━ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 💭 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐗 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 / 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

━━ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 💭 18+ , 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 , 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 , 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 , 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑

━━ 𝐀/𝐍 💭 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐎𝐎𝐂 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 :p

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who doesn’t know how to love someone. he was nurtured inside the womb with resentment and entered into this world as an unloved child, loathed by his own blood, his own mother.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who desperately yearns to know what it feels like to love and to be loved. to be cherished by someone unconditionally despite the stygian blood pumping in his veins and the innocent life untimely looted by his hands. wether it be familial love, platonic love, or romantic love, he just wants to experience something. just once in his life so he could believe himself to not be an unlovable child, and yet people only seem to have contempt reserved for him, and so he never knew how to express this inherent need.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who was the first to feel the attraction towards you, the only person who reached a hand out to him while wearing a bright smile and not a scowl of disgust. your kindness had touched the forsaken child in him that constantly pleaded to be treated with even a speck of affection. he only felt himself more charmed by you since, invoking dion to desperately cling onto that feeling of what he believed “love” to be—and perhaps it purely was, at first anyways.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who fell deeper and deeper into the pit of attraction until his usually logical mind becomes shrouded, believing his growing infatuation towards you to be love and he was willing to do anything to have you return his affection. even if it meant stripping you of your loved ones and precious lifestyle, even if it meant confining you to his room brimmed with empty luxuries for your amusement, even if it meant all your heart could ever spare him was your vitriol. he wholeheartedly believed that you would one day return his affection because he simply adored you too much for you to resent him forever, and he’d show you.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who was deeply touched when you were confirmed to be pregnant with his child, a sense of feverish delirium that he’s never even experienced even on his birthdays fluttering through his chest. he was convinced the child in your womb to be the greatest embodiment of your love, that its existence must’ve reified your love for him.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who swore to himself that he would love your child, even if he didn’t know how to. the forsaken child in him has already known what it’s like to be nourished by enmity and abhorrence, something that still haunts him into adulthood, and dion wishes to shield your child from that kind of treatment because its existence is precious and lovable purely because it shared your blood, and dion thinks every part of you is lovable.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who usually indulges your every whims (not that you usually have many requests for him), but begins to overindulge you during your pregnancy. even if you didn’t ask for it, he hires tailors to consult with you about specially-designed baby clothes. he even builds a brand new room with a playroom that would be connected to your shared bedroom so you could easily have access to the baby, and even allows you to decorate it however you want.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who follows you like your own shadow during your pregnancy, which really isn’t that different. he can’t really help it. the agriche mansion is a dangerous place with his savage siblings lurking around, always on the hunt for a new toy. even though they know not to test their limits with the unofficial favorite child of their father and his lover, they can torment you in ways other than physical and it makes dion fret for your health as well as the child’s. it’s better to be safe and sorry, even if he sometimes receive sharp glances from you when trailing after you.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who worries over your health so much he creates a whole new diet for you with strict rules regarding things you’re allergic to and things that might negatively affect the baby. he also rarely allows you to walk on your own two feet for too long, always timing your steps in his mind and anticipating the moment before you begin to feel worn out. he always swoops in to bridal-carry you in his arms to wherever your destination is, and takes your lack of comment as it’s own form of praise.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who monitors the growth of your belly bump every end of the week. he always glide his hand over your stomach to feel the baby’s heartbeat because he’s trained to detect any heartbeat and feels comforted by the fact the baby’s heartbeat grows stronger every time he checks. he’s also quite fond of caressing your stomach once a bump starts to form, no matter how subtle. especially when the two of you are in bed together, he always has a hand on your stomach, hoping the baby could sense his effort to become familiar with it.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who spoils you with new clothes and imported accessories because your body’s changing and he wants you to be comfortable. even though it might not seem like it most of the time with his indifferent expression, dion cares very much for your happiness and does whatever he can to keep you contented, although with some limits. wether this means spoiling you rotten or allowing you to order him around, dion actually won’t mind and will do as you say, although it seems you rarely ever do so.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who gets incredibly anxious when your due date approaches. he’s complied a lot of information about child birth throughout you pregnancy, just in case you go into labor before your due date, but that only means he’s also aware of the risks of giving birth, and for the first time ever, he feels fear not for himself but for another person. he gets incredibly sensitive during this time, especially his senses which goes haywire any time your heartbeat starts beating quicker than it usually does because of course he has your heart beat memorized. let’s just say a lot of good servants were lost during this time since dion needed many stress relievers.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who is in full-blown panic mode when the big moment comes, and for him that means blanching paler than a dove and cold sweat drenching his entire body. he doesn’t even realize it but his body’s shaking because he feels pain even though he’s not wounded; your painful cries and sobs are enough for him to feel as if he’s been stabbed by a sword—no, perhaps even something so macabre couldn’t compare to what he felt when he was utterly helpless whilst you were suffering through something purely agonizing. he holds onto your hand as if you were his lifeline, and even your worst grip couldn’t get him to let go of you first.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who thinks to himself that maybe having only one child is enough. he partly believes so because he has no desire to see you in so much pain and losing unnecessary blood again, but also because he doubts wether he could love more than one child. dion’s heart is not nearly big enough to love more than you and hopefully this child, he could barely even love himself, and even then, dion doubts he would ever cherish your child more than he did you. even if you had asked so if him, he would fail to do it.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who feels lightheaded when he sees the bloody mess that spills from you. no, he’s not disgusted. he’s seen things much more gruesome and grotesque things, yet the fact that blood is coming from you makes him terribly anxious that something might go wrong and he might lose you. for the first time ever in his life, dion prays to something, anything for your safety because he’s simply helpless and he’s not used to it at all.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who doesn’t hear the baby’s cries but only your sigh of relief when the child is born. he immediately jumps to make sure that you’re fine and healthy, briskly checking your pulse and placing his ear near your chest so he could listen to your heartbeat. it has always calmed him down before and it works like a charm to calm him down once again.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who’s completely taut when the worries finally leave him. he’s like a dear caught in headlights that doesn’t know what to do, and his hands tremble slightly when the child is finally presented for him to hold. he first turns to you for a look of confirmation, and your hesitant yet nod of assurance had him gently taking the sniffling baby into his arms. it’s so small and delicate that dion doesn’t think he’s ever treated something so gently before—well, maybe you were the first.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who finds himself staring at its oddly shaped face as if he were bewitched. a smile never made its way to his callous face yet there’s a shine in his ruby eyes and an undeniable flush of excitement to his pale cheeks. even though he doesn’t find your child as adorable as you did at first, the beaming smile you wore as you held it was enough for dion to also nod along to your hazy words.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who pampers and cosset your child from day one. he’s always around to hold the baby when you’re tired, always admiring its cherubic countenance and incoherent murmurs. he treats your child as if it were a magical creature that’s never been discovered before, and his own curiosity about the baby is quite child-like in its purity and wonder.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who falls into the role of a father not without stumbling along the way. he’s not very expressive and has a hard time comprehending other’s needs, so dion finds it especially difficult to read your baby’s expressions and care for it correctly. he tries, he certainly does, so often that sometimes he’s just sitting around with your baby in his arms and trying to decipher its expressions and moods. he still doesn’t seem to get it right despite his many attempts.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who never lets the baby disturb your sleep. he doesn’t even do this deliberately. as a trained assassin his senses are naturally sensitive to the changes around him and a baby isn’t quite skilled enough to evade his detection. therefore, trust that you’ll have a peaceful sleep, and even if you are awaken it’ll be a gentle shake on your shoulder because dion just can’t seem to guess what the child needs, but you’ll never be awoken by a crying baby.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who doesn’t allow your baby to ever be close with his other family members. sure, his entire family might be aware of the fact he has a child and a “lover” but that doesn’t mean they also have the privilege to approach your child. he gatekeeps them so fervently that if another member of the family even mentions making an attempt, there might be a battle, and dion definitely won’t be the one loosing.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who personally teaches his child how to wield a sword and other self-defense techniques as they get older. it doesn’t matter if they’re a boy or a girl, they were unfortunate enough to be born into the house of agriche and knowing how to fight is the bare minimum to survive. of course, he won’t be as harsh as his instructors were in the past, often making some adjustments to focus on your child’s strength. he won’t be gentle even if they’re only sparring, and he doesn’t give out praises easily, however he does try to give physical encouragements such as head pats and the occasional hug.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who spoils your kid without restraint when they’re growing up and start having their own needs. be it imported toys or golden staffs for playtime, he doesn’t care as long as his child is kept contented. he even brings home exotic goods from places he visits on his missions for both you and your child as a reminder he was thinking about the two of you.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who is uncertain if he’s loving his child correctly or if he even loves them at all. sure, there’s an attachment that’s developing that will definitely grow deeper as the years pass, and yes, they do have a certain bond no matter how their relationship might seem. however, his feelings towards your child is no where comparable to the feelings dion has towards you, that which he believes to be “love”, and therefore he can’t properly gauge his own feelings but also partly can’t seem to believe that he could truly love his child with the way he was raised. if worse comes to worse and he had to chose between the two of you, it would never be your child no matter how much time passes.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who passes on his certain idiosyncrasies onto his child. deliberately or not? we’ll never know. it’s quite easy to pick up on this when you begin to notice just how attached your child is to you and how they start getting possessive of you around the maids and easily getting enraged when a servant accidentally bumps into you. sure, your child might be the opposite of dion which allows them to express themselves easier, but they often do so wantonly and has sudden outbursts when it comes to you, almost as if they’re mirroring what dion just can’t seem to express.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who is extremely proud when your child fervently agrees with his belief of keeping you to himself since you were the only one who was kind to him and how others were undeserving of your presence. this even gets to the point where the father-child duo will gang up on you whenever your emotions get out of hand and you start desiring to runaway again. they will manipulate you into believing that everything is just fine and that you would ruin everything if you acted upon those “passing impulses”, and they will do so without an ounce of guilt because in the end they’re still agriches.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who uses your child as another shackle to keep you tied to him along with the silver band on your ring finger that weighs you down. in the end, he’s grateful that you came into his life and gave him the taste of normalcy that he was so famished of. he’s grateful for the nights he would share his bed with you and your child, of the evenings the three of you would take a walk through the garden hand-in-hand, and of the dinners where the three of you would sit together like a peaceful family while your child would rant about their lessons.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who knows he owes all the happiness in his life to you and who’ll make sure to repay you in whatever way he can, and that includes making sure he’ll stay by your side until you grow old together. even in your next life and the many lives after, dion agriche swears that he will find you, because one simply can’t exists in the dark again without getting greedy after having embraced by the light.

[chisutofu]

heroes always get remembered but you know legends never die

[yoshikoooo]

WIND BREAKER | KAJI REN X Fem!READER

synopsis: in which you are working in a confectionary and you notice your regular customers. Warning: F!reader, harassment (Obviously not by our baby kaji), kinda ooc, swearing. wc: 1.1k

You were wrapping up the freshly made candies, your delicate fingers deftly wrapping the shiny wrappers around each sweet treat. Miss Miko's cheerful voice broke through your concentration.

"Oh Y/n! It's only been a month since you started working, yet you're doing so well!" she clapped her hands obviously impressed by your progress.

"You praise me too much, Miko-san," you replied modestly, continuing to wrap candies.

Working at the confectionery store in Makochi Town felt like a blissful escape, despite the occasional disruptions from unruly gangs.

"Oh no, you deserve it! Since it's already late, why don't you take some candies with you?" Miss Miko suggested, interrupting your thoughts.

"Ah, it's already this late?" You realized, momentarily taken aback.

Your shift had ended hours ago, you were too focused on work.

And Before you could decline, Miss Miko stuffed your pockets with candies and handed you a bag of assorted confections.

"E-Eh?" You stuttered, surprised by her generosity.

"Now, now, go take off your apron. It's time for you to go home and rest. You've done so much today that I have nothing left to do!" Miss Miko sighed playfully, as if troubled by the lack of tasks to occupy her.

You chuckled softly, you can't just say no to miss miko, and removed your apron before heading towards the exit.

As you prepared to leave, you noticed a trio of customers at the counter.

'Ah, it's them again,' you thought, recognizing the group.

Holding your bag of sweets tightly, you caught the gaze of dark grey eyes.

You offered a small smile before quickly looking away and continuing towards the door.

'They look intimidating, but seeing them buy sweets every time is surprisingly cute'

When you stepped outside, the sight of the setting sun greeted you, with the full bloom sakura tree swaying gently in the soft.

You paused briefly at the bridge, captivated by the serene beauty before you, too awestruck to notice your surroundings.

Suddenly, you felt a rough hand shove you, pulling you out of your reverie.

'huh?'

"ey! You hear me?!" a thug-like voice pierced through your deaf ears. You turned your head to see a man with a harsh grip on your shoulder, his group lingering menacingly behind him.

'Who the hell?'

Despite your delicate appearance, which might suggest you were unworldly and naive, you fixed the man with a cold stare.

"Yes, do you need something?" you asked, your voice calm.

The man's irritation was evident, his grip tightening as he seemed frustrated by your demeanor.

"You got some nerve, acting all high and mighty," he growled, his voice dripping with annoyance.

His posture and the sneers of his companions were clearly intended to intimidate you.

You maintained your composure.

"If you have something to say, say it," you blankly said, refusing to be rattled by his attempts to scare you.

He scoffed, clearly didn't like what you just said.

"You're new around here, aren't you? You better learn to show some respect!" he snarled, raising his fist in the air.

You didn't flinch or close your eyes.

Suddenly, like a scene from an action movie, a hand grabbed the thug's wrist, stopping his punch mid-air. "Huh?! Who the heck—"

'ah-It's him'

It was one of the trio from the store. You recognized them immediately.

"Nice timing, RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRen!" shouted one of them, a second-year with distinctive eyebrows, from afar.

Your eyes shifted to the platinum blonde in front of you. He twisted the thug's wrist, forcing him to release you.

'Ren...?'

You heard the cracking of candies, as you watched the blonde move fast, taking down the thugs.

The boy with the unusual eyebrows quickly joined the brawl, while the third member, who had a mushroom style haircut, stood beside you, offering a hand as if to protect you as another hand is grabbing onto some headphones.

"Are you hurt?" he asked simply through a text....?

You shook your head. "No."

He smiled reassuringly as the two furin boys cleaned the the stupid guys.

Within minutes, the thugs were lying flat on the ground, defeated.

The second year boy with the odd eyebrows dusted off his hands, glancing over at you. "You okay young miss?"

You nodded, still a bit stunned by the sudden turn of events. "Yes, thank you."

"Still can't believe they're ganging up on a young miss like you" you heard him mumble as he looked at the guys pathetically. A disgrace indeed.

You noticed the blonde approaching you, which caused his two companions to look at him with puzzled expressions.

You tilted your head, silently questioning his approach.

He pointed at your shoulder.

"You're hurt,"

You instinctively grabbed your shoulder, only then noticing the pain.

'Fuck'

"It must be bruised," you mumbled, meeting his grey eyes. "It's not that bad of an injury—"

"How will you make candies when you're injured?" he asked, his eyes still fixed on yours. is he mad? is he worried? is he—

'Ah— He knows me'

"Hmm, you're right..." you said thoughtfully, pondering your next move.

"It is what it is. Nevertheless I'll still be able to do something," you added confidently, maintaining eye contact.

He seemed to have no intention of breaking the gaze, which reminded you of something.

'Oh right, I can't finish all these candies...'

"Can you bring both of your hands out?" you asked, your request causing the trio to exchange confused glances.

His eyes didn't falter as he obeyed. You took a handful of candies and placed them in his hands.

"This is a secret. These candies are a new batch, it's supposed to come out tomorrow, but I'll make an exception," you said, smiling softly. The boy in front of you appeared stunned by your gesture.

"Thank you for saving me. Please share them with the others as well."

Ren blinked, clearly surprised. "thanks," he managed, his tone soft and a bit not audible but you heard it clearly.

His companions, still confused, looked at the candies in his hands with interest.

The boy with the odd eyebrows grinned widely. "Wowww, we get the first taste! Thanks young miss!"

You gave a small nod in return, "I'm glad you guys were there. I don't know what would have happened otherwise."

"Anytime, just call us if you need help," the mushroom haired boy said through a text again, and you nodded in response.

You pulled out your phone to check the time, but before you could, the blonde snatched it from your hand.

You hummed in confusion as he typed quickly, then handed it back to you.

A new contact had been added,

"Kaji... Ren?" you said out loud, causing him to turn around.

"Call if you need help, Y/n"

He gave you one last look before walking away. His two companions followed, trying to question him as they went.

You chuckled softly as you watched them fade into the distance.

"How cute,"

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[zyart-jpg]

Hi to these two anons! I thought it's kind of a similar request but different scenarios, please have this at the moment! Not exactly Yandere but...close...I guess...I'll try to make another one lol

A/N: I don't usually write dark themes, I'm a coward pls...I don't like gore...I can't even watch zombie movies lol also I kinda did this out of boredom, might not good lolol im sorry in advance :( it's like 2 AM here my brain's a little groggy

"Sugar-Coated Warnings"

Pairing: Kwon Hyuk x Reader

Summary: He reads your messages while you sleep, deletes a classmate’s contact, and quietly ensures no one else gets too close. You're his, after all.

Tags: obsessive love, possessiveness, implied stalking

You’ve always been the only bit of sunlight in the grayscale mess he calls a life. 

Just a kid back then—clumsy, bright-eyed, stumbling into his world with scraped knees and too much heart. He should’ve pushed you away when he had the chance.

But he didn’t. Couldn’t.

Even now, years later—with your senior uniform sleeves rolled up, your laugh filling the silence like it belongs there, like you belong there—he’s more certain than ever that he’s never going to let you go.

He watches you sometimes like a man starved, like someone who’s been underwater too long and only now remembers how to breathe. You have no idea how insane you drive him—how that stupid, sweet smile of yours could be the death of him if you ever pointed it at someone else.

You're just so innocent, so naive. 

Still figuring things out, still fumbling through life like you’ve got all the time in the world—and maybe you do. But he doesn’t. Not when you look at him like that. Not when he knows just how many eyes are on you now that you’ve started growing into the kind of pretty that doesn’t go unnoticed.

He loves you. 

Loves you in a way that doesn’t always make sense, not even to him. Words don’t cut it. “I love you” feels too thin, too soft, too easy to say and even easier to forget. 

So he finds other ways.

He doesn’t tell you about the small heart-shaped locket he bought—your baby photo tucked on one side, and a tiny lock of your hair, stolen the day you cut it, pressed into the other. 

Doesn’t tell you how he sometimes scrolls through your messages when you fall asleep beside him because he wants to know every corner of your mind, even the parts you don’t share out loud.

Like now.

You looked so small like this—curled into him, your cheek pressed to the inside of his arm, lips parted just slightly as you breathed slow and even. Your fingers twitched against his chest now and then, soft and restless—like the dreams you always swore you never remembered.

He should let you sleep. He knows that.

But instead, he’s been lying there for the last ten minutes, arm numb and mind loud, scrolling through your phone with the hand not trapped under your head. His thumb moves slowly, careful not to jostle you, the screen dimmed just enough to keep from waking you. He knows your passcode. Of course he does. You told him once, with that thoughtless kind of trust you gave too freely.

It’s not about trust, though. Not really.

It’s about knowing everything. Every little thing.

Because you're too young to know the ways people lie—too soft to notice the way some boys talk to you like they're trying to see how far they can reach. You reply too politely. Use too many smiley faces. You don’t know how cruel the world can be to something as sweet as you.

His eyes pause on one thread of messages.

Ice Creamy oppa 🍦

Really?

The name alone makes his grip tighten, just barely, on your waist. You shift in your sleep, brow crinkling faintly like you felt it even through the haze. He softens his hold immediately, guilt brushing against his pride, but the sour taste lingers at the back of his throat.

Who the fuck is Ice Creamy oppa?

He turns his body a little, just enough so he can mold around you better—pulling you closer until your forehead rests under his chin. His arm, still under your head, bends to cradle you, fingers grazing the side of your jaw like he’s trying to memorize the exact slope of it.

Your lashes flutter. You mumble something soft and confused into his skin.

He kisses the top of your head, slow and tender, like he hasn’t just been prying through your digital diary.

"Can you wake up for me, sweets?" he murmurs, voice smooth like warm honey, dripping slow against your cheek.

You make a tiny noise—half a whimper, half a whine—and he smiles, something fond and too deep curling in his chest.

"There you are," he whispers, brushing your hair back from your forehead. "Did I wake you? M’sorry. Just wanted to see your pretty eyes."

You blink up at him, still hazy, still drowsy and disoriented in that way he finds too damn endearing. Your lips part, confusion settling faintly on your features.

“Mm… what time is it?”

“Late,” he answers softly, stroking your side with slow, lazy fingers. “Go back to sleep if you want. I just… had a little question before you drift off again.”

You hum a little, eyes slipping shut again.

He takes that moment to nuzzle in closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear—his tone still syrup-sweet, still tender.

“Who’s Ice Creamy oppa?” he asks, voice featherlight—so casual it could be mistaken for curiosity, only it isn’t.

You shift against him with a sleepy hum, lips brushing his collarbone. “Mm… just a classmate,” you mumble, barely awake. “He bought us ice cream once…the name stuck.”

“Hm.”

His smile stays, soft and curved like it always is when he’s holding you like this—tangled in sheets, your cheek warm on his arm. 

You don’t see how his gaze sharpens, eyes cooling as he stares at the contact name like it’s a wound that needs cauterizing.

Just a classmate, you said.

You trust people so much it makes his chest ache. 

He might be a friend, but Hyuk knows boys like that. The kind who try to sneak their way into a girl’s life with a joke and a smile and a stupid nickname that sounds harmless but sits too comfortably in her phone.

You nod off again, already drifting, trusting him enough to fall asleep with your back exposed and your phone in his hand.

He holds you tighter. Just enough to make you let out a soft little sound, but not enough to wake you.

“I don’t like it,” he whispers, nose brushing your temple. “Don’t like that he has a name like that on your phone. Makes me feel like someone’s trying to be sweet to my girl.”

You make a noise—something between a sigh and a yawn. You’re not really hearing him anymore. Not enough to realize what he’s saying isn't a suggestion. It’s a warning to a ghost you’ll never see coming.

He stays like that for a while—soaking in your warmth like it could settle the storm inside him. Pretending he’s not quietly unraveling.

But after a few minutes, when your breathing evens out and you stop moving completely, he slowly slips his arm from under your head, careful not to wake you.

Still smiling.

Still sweet.

But your phone’s already unlocked, screen dimmed but still faintly glowing in his palm.

He opens the contact.

He stares at it.

Then changes it.

From Ice Creamy oppa 

To Don’t Answer. He Wants Her.

He blocks the number, then deletes the message thread. Every sticker. Every emoji. Every digital trace.

And just because the thought makes his teeth grind, he opens the guy’s social media, finds a photo of him smiling in that smug, harmless way guys like that always do—cropped neatly beside you and a few of your friends.

He saves it.

Just for now.

Just in case he ever needs to remember his face.

And later—maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even this week—he’ll find a reason to make that boy uncomfortable. A subtle threat. A cornered hallway. A flat tire in the school parking lot. Maybe a sudden warning from someone else that Ice Creamy oppa’s been “crossing lines” he shouldn’t.

He’ll never touch him. He’s smarter than that.

But he will make sure that boy never calls you anything sweet again.

Because you’re his—and sweet things like you don’t need anyone else feeding them sugar.

Only him.

Always him.

MASTERLIST

[animeyanderelover]

Hi can I request Baymax!reader with Eren(aot),gojo(jjk) dazai,chuuya(bsd) Sasuke(Naruto)

This is to be read within a platonic context.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, reader is a humanoid android

Tags: @shumidehiro @chxxz @o-ree-ve @leveyani @izanami78 @lovley-valentine7

Baymax reader

Uchiha Sasuke

💙​From all things Sasuke expected to find in an abandoned headquarter of Orochimaru, it certainly isn't a forgotten kind of robot. Your batteries are completely empty but luckily Sasuke can use lightning which enables him to power you up. Your behavior is... unusual. Then again, for someone who cannot recall the last time he received any sort of proper love it is no surprise your gentle nature is almost overwhelming. It brings him back to the times where he was a little boy and his mother fussed over a cut he received whilst playing with Itachi. Initially those memories are triggering and hence why he doesn't let you touch him or cater to small injuries he sustains. Weirdly enough he doesn't leave you behind either. He lets you accompany him even if that ends up in a whole new level of stress since you refuse to hurt a fly and he had to carry you away before you ended up catering to the wounds of people who literally attacked you moments ago. He'd lie though if he were to claim to not take advantage of your kind nature by refusing to power you up or locking you away somewhere, knowing like this it's going to be less trouble eliminating certain people who you would otherwise insist on nursing back to health.

Eren Yeager

👊​Everyone would benefit from you as you have been specifically been created in order to cater to physical as well as emotional pain. Ereen belongs to those kind of people though who initially brush you off. He has an unimaginable burden to share and frankly speaking doesn't think that someone like you who is half-robot is suitable to comprehend this. Unfortunately your programming has made you nothing but persistent as you waddle behind him, constantly scanning his heartrate and blood pressure before insisting that he needs to relax and get some sleep. Eren has been pushing a lot of people away due to the weight in his mind yet you don't even flinch when he yells at you, instead offering to make him some tea to calm down. It's probably this sheer persistence that eventually has him crumble but then he really has a mental breakdown. He trauma-dumps so much but doesn't have to worry about your reactions as you are programmed to be gentle and understanding. He doesn't want anyone to find out about it but when he is alone with you, he definitely demands some head pets or for you to warm your body up so he can have something warm and fluffy to squeeze and cuddle to relieve stress.

Dazai Osamu

🤎​You have been a member of the Detective Agency for a longer while now. Every single one of them tends to cause chaos so to appease the public, you have been specifically created to calm frightened patients or bystanders down. Once Dazai joins though, you are frequently used by him too. Initially because he genuinely finds you amusing and perhaps because some sadistic spark of his wants to know if he can push a robot to have a meltdown only to figure out that you are unwaveringly gentle and persistent. That kind of patience and warmth isn't something he is used to and initially it may scare away the former mafioso only to eventually be won over by it. Then Dazai is your daily customer. Most of the time he just throws himself against you and complains about being abused by his co-worker Kunikida or how no woman wants to commit suicide with him. Some members were scared he'd ask you to join him in death only for Dazai to never even bring up that question around you. He copes with excessive dark humor. Sometimes he relapses though and because he genuinely doesn't know how to deal in a healthy way with his pain, he locks the two of you in a room so you can only focus on him and help him to calm down.

Nakahara Chuuya

🟠​A mission involving stealing a new kind of robot from a ship ends up with Chuuya having to deal with you following him around now, constantly asking him how he is feeling and offering different ways to relieve the high stress your scans show he is under. He's actively begging Mori or Kouyou to take you away but both are far too amused with this situation and eventually he is assigned to look after you. And Chuuya cannot stand your robotic ass. You are so infuriating with this stupid demanor of yours and your far too accurate scans. His way of dealing with all kinds of emotions is usually just beating people up as he doesn't have an exactly normal childhood. Your maternal display is therefore something he has never gotten to experience and apparently even he has some kind of inner child buried deep within him. Not that he would ever admit as much when he begrudgingly sips the hot chocolate you made for him or is served his favourite meal when he actually ends up practicing healthier ways to deal with his all-time-high stress and gets some additional head pets as if he is a dog. By God though, please stay inside his house. Because he swears, you are most likely guaranteed to give him a heart attack whenever you are outside.

Gojo Satoru

🩵​If you would have arrived sooner, perhaps Geto too could have been saved. You are delivered to Tokyo as a special new robot powered up by Cursed Energy and essentially there to loo after the young students. Gojo is obviously immediately all over you. You're squishy and big and naive after all and after Geto has left, he is desperate for any sort of distraction. You provide that very nicely, your innocent and confused reactions to any pranks he pulls entertaining. Until you do what you were created for which is exploring the dark parts of his mind he doesn't want to dive into and that is when Gojo's smile falters. He refuses to talk, laughs it off or tells another joke you do not understand. As time passes though, he kind of grows reliant on your mental support. Sometimes he doesn't even talk. He just prods and pokes you as you warm yourself up, becoming his stress toy with whom he is still very careful around. Other sorcerers don't even get much time with you as Gojo just mutates into a fully spoiled child who wants all of your attention to himself. That makes it especially agonising when he takes Megumi in and eventually ends up beefing with an elementary kid over who gets head pets from you first.

[goofycattycat]

Hello! Can you do possessive yandere Dazai and Chuuya ( separate) I think l'm your first request but anyways thank you for responding to me.😌

Hellohello!! Yes ofc ><

Author note; for some reason, I didn't get a notification for your request 💔💔 that being said, I'm so sorry if you waited long after sending this 🙏🙏

Warnings; mention of manipulation, torture, yandere themed stuff in general

Reader; gender neutral

Yandere!Chuuya & Dazai hc's

I feel like Osamus main trait as a yandere would be that he allows you to keep the illusion of freedom you created for yourself, even if you truly know it's not real.

He'd make sure to keep you close, dragging you into all of his mess, making you responsible for truly awful things. He tries to tell himself that he has some deep purpose to his actions, but the truth is, it's all his selfishness wishing to keep you by his side. So, at the end of the day, he believes that the least he can do is let you pretend like you still can go back. Although you're way too deep into the mess he made to return.

His love is deep, possessive and passionate. He values the connections he has made along the way and how they make him feel, yours especially. And while there are many things that make him avoid vulnerability; Maybe it's his disgust for pity, maybe the survival instinct he developed back in port mafia, Dazai longs for the feeling of understanding, which you seem to provide, even if you feel like you can't get him fully. That's when he realises he must keep you close at all costs.

He won't hesitate to control your friends, nor you, doesn't matter if it's mentally or physically. He prefers to hurt you mentally than anything, but if it's more effective he will switch to the physical pain. He also uses it when you mess up a bit too badly, since it's the easiest, most effective way to put you back in your place. He prefers to keep you alive though, so that you'll provide him the connection he desires. Corpses can't really do that, can they.

Speaking of controlling, I believe that his favourite way of keeping an eye on you is breaking you. He'd find one of your friends to turn back at you, just to be the one to wipe away your tears. If he sees you talking to someone else a little too long instead of paying attention to him, there's a high chance they'd disappear the next day, so that he can comfort you with his silly jokes. What's better for a relationship than a cute bonding moment after all?

Unlike Dazai, Chuuya is one who draws the line at hurting you physically. While he may not seem like it, he's extremely strong. Even without his ability he can do a lot of damage to a man. And while he can use his strength to remind you that, he can't imagine raising a hand at you. In his eyes, you're precious, pure, and he cannot allow anyone nor himself to leave a flaw on that.

Speaking of that, he's rather controlling, especially when it comes to who you hang out with, and it's not rare for him to isolate you from your friends or even hurt them behind your back if he decides they're a bit off. Not only possessive, but also overprotective much. He's lost a lot of people in his life, and he refuses to lose you as well.

Although, while controlling behind his back, on the front he's a true gentleman. Yes, he'll carry you around, open doors for you and bring you flowers without occasion. He also remembers everything about you, from anniversaries you find important, to things like your favourite colour or if you look better in silver or gold, even to the smallest stuff like the exact temperature you prefer the water to have while bathing. The truth is, he knows a lot about you. Though it's not like you have to know that much.

That being said, Chuuya always has time for you. Always, no matter what day nor time. You could call with the smallest of things in the middle of the night and he'd drop everything he's doing right away, just so he can assist.

[yandere-sins]

Hi! Can we get a short story of Dazai being a Pleasure Dom, giving his bound and gagged darling multiple orgasms?

Anything this guy does is pleasureably terrifying isn't it? Thanks for requesting ♥

Warning for fem!darling

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"Ah--! No...! No more!"

"It's only been like, what? Four times? Come on, you can take one more, darling."

"No--" you mewled, the sound getting stuck in your throat as you felt Dazai's fingers pushing back into your soaked cunt, forcing you to draw in your breath sharply. Everything between your legs felt raw and exhausted, pleading with you to give it a rest. But you couldn't since you weren't the one in control. "Not again! Please, not again!"

Your pleading did nothing to persuade Dazai to stop. Torturously slow, he slipped his middle finger inside, all the way up this knuckle, twisting and churning the juices inside you. After so many orgasms, it was hard to say where your insides started, and the mess ended, but he didn't seem to mind.

The last thing you wanted was to let your captor get you off again and again. Twisting in your restraints, your efforts and strength did nothing to budge the enforced handcuffs Dazai had produced that morning, taking advantage of your sleepiness to force your hands above your head so he'd have free range of your body. He'd been so nonchalant about it as well, slapping his thighs as he announced he'd send you to heaven before slathering his hands in lotion and going to town on you.

You couldn't even remember the order of assaults you endured. Hands, fingers, tongue. A little round vibrator that still made your pussy quiver from within, and then he started right up from the beginning. The massive bulge in his pants was undeniable, his cock twitching and straining to be released. Almost as if your pleasure gave back to Dazai as much as he was giving you. But you were thankful that he hadn't thought about using his cock to fill you up. Who knew if, after all of this deprivation, he could still control himself. But the threat remained.

"I really can't! I can't, no more!" you pleaded frantically, but instead of accepting your refusal, you jerked as Dazai's pointer finger snug inside. His hand clasped over your entrance, palm rubbing up and down your sex, wet and slimy from all the work he had done. His thumb was dangerously close to your clit. The poor thing was beyond disturbed, swollen, and abused. Every touch more would cause as much pain as it would pleasure, and you were ready for neither.

Your brain simply couldn't take it anymore. As if being abducted and held captive wasn't enough, this freak just kept coming up with new ways to torture you. If it wasn't drugs, it was forcing you to play house with him, and his newest idea of bliss: keeping you happy by fucking you out of your mind.

"I got to give you what you deserve, babe. Aren't you going to let me make you come again? Won't you be my good girl?"

"Hngh--! I'm not-- I'm not your good girl!"

"You sure are, can't you hear how wet you are for me?"

Goosebumps erupted all over your skin as Dazai redirected your attention towards the sounds between your legs. All the squelching and popping as he fucked his fingers into your cunt was nauseating. He even slowed down deliberately, letting you hear every admission of wetness as he gradually pushed his fingers in, curling them upwards and spreading your pussy wide open. His doings were bad enough, but witnessing them with all your senses made it so much more despicable.

You just wanted him to stop, although you feared your hips started moving very hesitantly into his provocations, trying to feel more.

Groaning loudly, your head fell back as he applied pressure to your clit, rolling it beneath the tip of his thumb so the intensity would shift like a wave over it. As expected, every zap of pleasure was underlined by the burning pain of a tortured nerve. Yet, it elevated the stimulation even more. Dazai grinned at the torment written on your face, your writhing body only spurring him on more, which caused you to cry out louder in return. There was nothing you could be accused of to deserve this fate. You didn't even remember meeting your captor before he kidnapped you!

And yet, here you were, forcing your eyes to watch your own torture, hoping it would make a difference. It was easy to tune out, but you doubted you could take your mind off while you were hit by countless explosions of sensations every few seconds. Thus, you had to see. Had to witness the cocky grin playing on his lips, the lewd, obsessive darkness swirling in his eyes as Dazai watched you. And you also had to see him fisting your underwear in his free hand, bringing it up to his mouth and nose to take a whiff, dick twitching in his pants as he momentarily stopped his assault.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he sighed as you stared in horror. You didn't, and you didn't want to. However, it might have helped if you two had better understood each other. Regardless, looking into the mind of a psycho would not help your sanity, that much you were sure.

"Will you just stop, you freak!" you yelled at Dazai, drawing in one of your legs, ready to kick him into his stomach. However, faster than you could attack, Dazai had your foot in his hand, your wet panties smothered between his palm and your sole. His grip around the soft tissue of your foot was painfully tight while the fingers lodged in your cunt curled uncomfortably deep. You grit your teeth as best as possible, but eventually, you were forced to yield, releasing the strength from your leg and allowing him to put it down at his side again.

Immediately, Dazai unfurled his fingers inside you again, scissoring them apart for a little to ease the tension before resuming the fucking. You hated how powerless you were, pain threatening to overtake you almost every time you tried to fight. It was the same reason you couldn't resist him for the last four orgasms—he had ways to get his will, and you could only take so much before you'd go insane. You hated him! Hated, hated, hated him!

And yet you moaned and wound yourself like a bitch in heat.

"I don't appreciate you trying to kick me when I'm doing something so nice for you, sweetheart. Guess that means no more talking for you, pity," Dazai mused gloatingly, faking his regret as you arched your back against the attack on your pussy. It only caused more pressure to your clit, beautiful, delicious pressure with his fingers stirring up your inside and the vibrator making you want to scream.

"Wha--?" you managed to say before a soft fabric was slammed between your teeth, Dazai pressing it in deeper and deeper as you tried to spit it out. You struggled in your holds and fought against the gag, but Dazai kept his hand on top of your lips, nails scratching your skin when you tried to shake it off. Now, one hand clasped over your mouth and one on top of your pussy, he held complete control of your body.

Pushing his weight down on you, you were pinned to the mattress as Dazai picked up the speed. You screamed into the gag, the sounds barely as loud as the slobby cacophony from between your legs. Fluids were flying everywhere as Dazai pounded your pussy mercilessly, tears filling your eyes as the overstimulation reached its peak, vibrator, and finger working together in a cruel display of dominance until they finally achieved their goal.

Helplessly, you were pushed over the edge, the crash into overstimulated madness even longer and even more painful than the last four had been. Sound couldn't reach you, the world coming to a complete halt as if time came to a standstill and meaning left your body before everything bounced back, the pain and pleasure, everything at once and like a myriad of slaps all over your body. You were sure you were crying out into the silence of the apartment, but you couldn't hear yourself. Knew your heart was beating like crazy but you didn't even feel it.

Time simply passed, but it didn't register in your head.

When you finally began to see, hear, and feel again, your pussy was free from all the disturbances. Somewhere the little vibrator buzzed on the ground, possibly ejected with your orgasm, and Dazai sat by your head, his cock freed from its prison as he vigorously stroked it.

"You're so beautiful," he mumbled, over and over, compliments raining down on you.

"You did so well! You were absolutely stunning! You are the best, I knew you wouldn't disappoint me! I love you so much! So, so much!"

And with a groan and no other warning, Dazai leaned forward, ripping the underwear he had used as a gag from your mouth before stuffing his cock between your lips. Your eyes widened, but it was already too late countless spurts of bitter, disgusting cum filled your mouth and throat. Your hands moved to grab his hips and push Dazai off you, but you were bitterly reminded of the handcuffs as you couldn't move, and his cock simply slid further and further down your throat.

Dazai's hips jerked with every spurt, he, himself, holding on to the wall behind the bed for his dear life as he mewled and groaned, his joy and your gulping the only sounds you could hear with your head straddled by his thighs. He had slipped into the position almost naturally. As if this had been a choreography you two had done countless times while you barely had enough air to stay conscious.

Finally, after what felt like agonizing minutes, Dazai looked down at you, finding your eyes between his legs, and grinned. A wide, boyish grin that made your blood freeze. For him, this was all a great experience and not the same torture you had endured.

"You did so well," he praised you. "Let me get you sorted, darling. I'll make sure to reward you well for today."

Lifting his hips, it felt like he was popping the plug from a bathtub, his cock moving out while the cum flushed down your throat. Once you were freed, you immediately began to cough, moving your head and getting slapped by the dripping cock hanging just above you, cum smearing everywhere. Dazai merely laughed, finally producing the key to the handcuffs and freeing you.

With your arms barely strong enough to hold themselves up on their own, you pushed him aside, crawling out from under him and away—as far as possible, preferably. But he followed—of course he did—while you coughed out your lungs, fluids getting everywhere.

Catching your face, Dazai helped wipe off the cum from your eyelids so you could see again, your glare not going unnoticed, but his mood was too good to ruin. Instead, he cupped your cheeks, wiping some leftovers from your lips and forcing his thumb between them and your teeth until he had you lick up the spill forcefully.

"I know it was a lot, baby," he muttered compassionately. "But you really did so well, what do you think? One more orgasm next time?"

"Fuck you!" you spat back, following it up with a mixture of spit and cum that landed directly on his cheek.

With a disappointed sigh, Dazai used one hand to swipe it off, licking it from his fingers without even a moment of hesitation. "That's too bad," he commented before his grin widened menacingly.

"Guess we are back to punishing you if you don't like taking your rewards like a good girl."

[crazylazydaizzzy]

Russian roulette

pairing: Yandere Husband!Dazai x wife!reader

Your husband has his own unique ways of making you prove your loyalty to him

tags: yandere ⋮⋮ toxic behaviour ⋮⋮ controlling behaviour ⋮⋮ russian roulette! ⋮⋮ use of fear ⋮⋮ married couple ⋮⋮ intimidation ⋮⋮ use of gun ⋮⋮ drabble ⋮⋮ mwah mwahhh to my dazai

a/n: am i considered crazy if i like this version of dazai? (╥ ᴗ ╥)

“Welcome home, baby” Dazai is ready at the door the instant you step inside, having heard your heartbeat a few moments before your palm wrapped around the doorhandle, even. His melodic voice carries from the seat he has positioned in the hallway just for him to sit on and wait for your safe return.

With one leg over the other, one arm crossed over his chest, the other propped on it. Resting his chin in his hand, he eyes you up and down.

“Hi, Zai” You turn to set the box in your hand down by the shoe rack, feeling your skin prick all over from his studying gaze.

“So, have you been a good little wife today?” He asks, the amusement in his tone evident. You stiffen, your movements slowing down for a beat before you turn back to face him, a smile plastered on your face.

“Of course I have”

“Sure about that?” He unfolds to his full height, towering over you as you pass by him. “What about the man you were giggling so happily with a few moments ago?” You didn’t think he heard you talking to the delivery man in the apartment complex – didn’t think he could spot your heartbeat from that distance

Slowly turning to look at him over your head, you narrow your eyes at him before letting out a huff of a breathless chuckle. “Dazai, that was the delivery man. I just thanked him.” You quickly make your way to the bedroom, avoiding any potential arguments he might want to raise.

Dazai, however, had other plans planned for you tonight.

Following after you, he closes the bedroom door behind him, leaning his back on it.

“I think its time we have a confessional, sweetheart”

Eating up the space between you with two long strides, he looks down at you once again, crowding you in with his height. “Hop on. I missed my loyal wife.” He nearly purrs.

You get on the bed, obeying silently while he reaches for the gun inthe bottom drawer of your bedside table.

Sitting with your back to the headboard, he looms over you, one hand on your head, gently stroking down your hair. One stroke after the other, his petting morphs into something rougher, until he has his fingers tangled up into your hair, tugging at it and forcing your head back.

“There. I like this angle better” He leans down once hes satisfied having your eyes on him, pressing his lips to your jaw – one soft and slow kiss branding you to him.

“Now, you know the rules of this game. Confess all the wrong things you’ve done today, and this game will be over” His tone lightens, as if reassuring. The bed dips lower where he sits opposite of you, the gun in his hand.

“Dazai, I haven’t done anythin-”

Click.

He lowers his gun, waving it casually around as he speaks. Your breath hitches, heart racing as you swallow the lump forming in your throat. “Pretty little liar, I can practically feel your heartbeat fluttering like a trapped hummingbird from over here. Spill it, baby”

“I told you I was just being polite to the delivery man. Want me to scowl at him next time?” Your tone has gotten more airy, more breathless and unsure despite you knowing you did nothing wrong. Nothing criminal like he’s making it out to be.

The gun kept spinning around his finger, the motion equally as hypnotizing as it is terrifying. Back and fourth. Spinning and spinning, over and over again, just as the room around you started to spin faster and faster.

“Dazai, please… can we stop now?”

He clicks his tongue, blinking slowly at you, that same degrading smile playing on his lips. “Not until you confess all of your sins for today” he spins the gun around his index finger, the movement so carefree and casual before he flicks its head towards you. “Go on. I want to hear you say it”

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, your lower lips quiver instead. “I-I… Dazai, please. I’m bored of this game, can you please stop this?” You try and coax, the inner corners of your eyebrows pinching inwards, biting down on your lip to stop it from trembling.

“Hmmmmmmmm.” He drags out, tilting his head slightly to the side, eyes trailing slowly down to your lips. “Wrong answer”

Click.

“What did I say about talking to others?” In an instant, hes lurching forward, pressing your back til it kisses the headboard. He points the gun between his fingers at your chest. Slowly, agonizingly slow, he trails the gun lower, over the dip between your breasts, stopping only an inch below it.

“Yes! yes! Im sorry! I smiled at the delivery man, and I shook the hand of my superior at work. I-I.. a man bumped into me. My shoulder brushed his. Please have it in you to forgive me” The ‘confessions’ spill from your parted lips, eyes squeezed shut, body taut like a bowstring as you profess your major sins for him to judge.

Seeming to be somewhat pleased with your honesty – proving your loyalty to him – he sucks in a breath. Leaning in closer, his lips graze your ears. “You’re lucky you’re cute”

Pulling away slowly with a sickeningly sweet smile softening his features, he carelessly tosses the gun onto the bedside table, his attention fully on you.

“Now, shall we eat, my beautiful wife?”

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[kaggimeat]

yandere dazai + psychologist reader

dazai who gives therapy a try, reluctant and skeptical at first, only to find out it’s not as awful as he had expected

dazai who struggles with opening up, cracking jokes and making light of serious topics with practiced ease, skillfully ignoring your silly attempts to get through to him

dazai who, after many, many sessions, comes to find that you’re surprisingly easy to talk to. the conversations flow naturally, you don’t try to placate him with empty promises of a better tomorrow, nor do you display the clinical coldness he’d anticipated

dazai who believes you’re the only person who truly understands him. you understand the deep-rooted hollowness that’ll never go away, maybe even more so than he understands it himself. you don’t try to force him to participate in the mundane everyday activities, you don’t feed him pretty little lies to try and convince him about life’s supposed beauty—you simply listen and accept him as he is

dazai who can feel himself gradually sinking into the comfort of your quiet presence. there is just something about you—and not just the fact that you listen to him "whine"—that’s pulling him in like a black hole. it’s almost like he looks up to you in a way, perceiving you as he would a silent guardian angel

dazai who gets all cranky and sulky because, what do you mean he has to wait almost three months for another appointment? these bothersome moods are accompanied by a gnawing feeling that dazai refuses to acknowledge out loud—he can try to convince himself that jealousy is beneath him all he wants, but he can’t ignore the ever growing sense of irritation at the thought of you tending to someone else. your attention should be on him

dazai who just so happens to start showing up everywhere—his presence outside of your office is terrifyingly soundless, and you’re blissfully unaware about him lingering out there, listening in to the conversations you’re having with your other clients. neither do you notice him when he trails behind you after your shift ends, his steps stealthy and cautious like a stray cat’s as he spectates your day-to-day life. it’s only fair he knows a little bit about you when you know so much about him, right?

dazai who learns exactly how your brain functions, and effortlessly shifts the conversation during the appointments to you, disguising his sudden interest in your personality and private life as nothing more than innocent curiosity—getting you to willingly talk about yourself is so much more rewarding than just stalking after you in the dark

dazai who isn’t stupid enough to even entertain the idea that you feel the same way about him. helping people like him, making the lost causes of this world feel seen and safe, must be nothing more than a job to you. dazai is just another patient amongst dozen others. but to him, you’re the sole reason his thoughts aren’t filled with mud all day

dazai who just might "borrow" the files in your office, flipping through the pages with disdain as he reads about the other patients. he pays the more troublesome ones a little visit to make sure you won’t be as busy with them anymore. after all, the less clients you have, the more time and energy you have for him, and that’s how it should be

dazai who doesn’t care that your feelings towards him are most likely strictly professional. all you have to do is be there, accept him each time he visits, let him to bask in the feeling of being understood, make him feel like he’s the only one that matters during these fleeting appointments

...though, undeniably, it would be nice to have you return his so called love, but he’s capable of settling for what he currently has... for now

dazai who realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to get better—in fact, he’ll gladly get worse, as long as it means he gets to see you again and again and again. he’s finally obtained something worth keeping, and there is no way he’s allowing himself to lose it

[animeyanderetalker]

We already have image Gin as Kitsune, let's imagine Aizen as Tanuki instead, they can shapeshift into other things or people, masters of disguise and can possess human beings. So what if he fooled some tourist (you), to play/mess with....and empty his big balls.

A yokai able to deceive others and mess with their senses does seem like a fitting creature for Aizen whose Shikai is one big illusion. This is a concept I have seen in fanfics before, though I believe the more popular pick is usually a kitsune as they too can shapeshift and deceive.

We are going with the concept of Aizen as a Tanuki entering mating season and for that going through heat but I don't think he would be someone who would immediately go crazy. The man has high standards so he would restrain himself just long enough to first find a worthy mate with whom he can reproduce. You are chosen through a careful process where he eventually singles you out from everyone else and then he goes after you.

Now, he may be considered as cruel and uncaring but he does want his offspring and the mother of them to actually thrive and be healthy so he is going to look after you even after he has dumped his load within you. You've kind of impressed him after all. He may just keep you around for the coming mating season.