Currently Working On A Ask When I Realize I Don't Have The Slightest Clue How To Write Yandere Characters

currently working on a ask when I realize I don't have the slightest clue how to write yandere characters

whatchu think about dazai n chuuya smut when they're drunk? thanks hehe <33

(✧) warnings: lowercase writing, sexual content, pet names (belladonna/'donna, darling, doll, babydoll, good girl) drinking, drunk sex, rough sex, degradation, praise, teasing, dacryphilia, overstimulation, orgasm control, oral (m receiving), hints of oral (fem receiving) at the end, throat fucking, hints of multiple rounds in chuuyas part, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, belly budge, gagging, biting, hickeys, bruises, afab reader. MDNI, 18+ NSFW bellow the cut!

(✦) summary: sometimes they get a little too drunk and they just cant hold them back from such a pretty thing like you. 859 words~

(✧) a/n: this is self indument lmao, wrote dazais part during my maths class. might write jealousy smut after this

(✦) pairing: chuuya x fem bodied!reader, dazai x fem bodied!reader (separately)

(✧) listening to~ Kiwi by Harry Styles

chuuya was practically on you the second he pulled you out of the bar, peppering kisses along your neck and up to your lips as he locked the car door, shoving you down into the back seat of his experience car, the windows tint combined with the nights dim lighting making it near impossible to see into the car. you could taste the wine on his lips, the man's drunken, dazed murmurs lost on your drunken, needy thoughts. "damnit.. need you s'much, doll" his words are muffled against your neck as his hands moved to unbutton your pants and tug them down your thighs, your underwear coming with. he chuckles as he watches you squirm as the cold air hits your exposed cunt, and one of his gloved hands grab onto your hip in a near bruising grasp, his other hand undoing his belt, letting it fall to the cars flooring with a thump, his pants and boxers slid down his thighs. his hands grab at your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he bullies his cock into your tight pussy. "shit, darlin', your practically sucking me in.. god I need you... you gonna be a good girl? gonna let me fuck you dumb?" his words are slurred and muffled against your neck as he bites down suddenly, your breath hitching as he sucks hickeys onto the exposed skin of your neck, pushing your shirt collar down to leave even more marks. your pressed up against the window as he fucks you, his cock bruising your cervix and your body getting shoved further against car door. his hand slides up you shirt, over your belly, pressing down on the bulge that disappears and appears everytime he thrusts into you, groaning as he feels you squeeze around him tighter. "gonna cum, yea? well, hold it. be a good girl and don't cum till I tell you so." god, he's so mean, you can't help but whines and claw at his back, grabbing the fabric of his dress shirt and vest between your fingers. he only continues to press on the bulge, near entranced as he watched him slide in and out of you, slick squelching sounds filling the car, the pressure he puts on your tummy only making the knot in your stomach coil tighter, tears welling in your eyes as you claw and beg for him to let you cum, that you need to cum. he only growls and thrusts into you quicker, and you have no choice but to come undone on his cock, painting his pants and the leather seats below you in your arousal. he cums soon after, fucking your overstimulated, abused cunt, and you swear you've never felt so full, the way his cum feels in you makes you almost drunk off of the feeling alone, though it might be the wine in your system. "you think you could go another round, babydoll?"

you don't know how you ended up in this situation, dazai inviting you over under the guise of wanting to hand out after work, only to find yourself on the floor of his apartment, mouth stuffed full of his cock as your eyes water and your nails dig into his clothed thighs. "fuck.. yes, just like tha.. that.." his bandaged hand threads into your hair, shoving you further down onto his cock, making you gag as the tip bruises the back of your throat, and he groans as your throat constricts around him. he holds you there, thrusting his hips up as he fucks your throat, head thrown back in pure ecstacy. "god, 'donna, you'd put a call girl to shame with the way you choke on my cock.. you look so pretty like this, like a damn slut with the way your swallowing me so eagerly.." dazai isn't drunk, no where near it, only slightly tipsy. but you, you are, and it's rather easy to convince you into things while your minds fuzzed over with alcohol, your limbs tingly and thoughts unclear. his hand suddenly shoves your head all the way down, and he cums down your throat, leaving you have no choice to swallow the salty, thick ropes that paint your tongue and throat white. his hand moves from the back of your head to your chin, and he pulls you off his dick, your mouth separating from his tip with a wet 'pop!' his thumbs wipes the mixture of his cum and your spit off your bottom lip, and he kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue. your mascara is smudged, a messy cloud of black around your eyes from your tears, and he only smudges it more when his thumb swiped under you eye. "you're so pretty when you cry..." he flips you into your back, earning a high pitched gasp from you, shimmying your pants off and nipping at your inner thighs, holding eye contact with you as he licks a fat stripe over your clothed cunt, bitting softly at your clit through your underwear, a smirk on his lips and a glimmer of something in his eyes. "why don't I return the favor, yeah?"

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dividers by @/cafekitsune

Hey can I request for yandere Dazai x reader, where reader is Chuuya sister but not working in Port Mafia. She just works part time in a pet shop.

hello annonie! I hope this is to your liking!

(✧) warnings: lowercase writing, stalking, yandere behavior, Dazai is a whole warning, maybe manipulation? pantie stealer Dazai, perv behavior. ideas of kidnapping at the end. dark themes below the cut!

(✦) summary: a peculiar volunteer at the pet shelter, one who has a distaste to dogs, seems to know a little to much about you. 324 words~

(✧) a/n: I haven't written much, if anything at all, for yandere, so I apologize if it isn't the best. I did this at midnight and I apologize if it's not what you expected.

(✦) pairing: yandere!dazai x gn!reader

(✧) listening to~ Love Me Dead by Ludo

imagine yandere!dazai volunteering at the animal shelter you work at, hating dogs but still willing to be around the creatures to spend time with his darling.

imagine yandere!dazai wrapping his arms around you and feigning fright whenever he sees the "wretched vermins" that he thinks dogs are, over dramatically whining about how the dogs gonna eat him, how you need to protect him. he'll be as overdramatic as needed if he means he gets to put his hands on you.

imagine yandere!dazai gasping, stumbling backwards and placing a hand over his chest as you tell him about your brother, chuuya, dramatically yelling "how could such a goddess like you be related to that slug!?" he of course already knew you where related, he had gone through every file that had existed about you multiple times, watching you from afar, studying you. he knew far more about you than you knew of yourself at this point.

imagine yandere!dazai actually working when he's at the shelter with you, knowing he won't be allowed to come back if he just lazes around instead of doing the volunteer work he signed up for. he can't have the only way he can see his lovely belladonna taken away from him, now can he?

imagine yandere!dazai taking photos of you without your knowing, whether it be from outside of the window of the animal shelter, or from outside of window in your room as your changing, keeping a particular photo of you trying on a pretty little set of lingerie, stupidity leaving your window opening thinking that it's midnight, no one will see you (he sure did), tucked in his wallet.

imagine yandere!dazai being a huge perv, stealing a worn pair of underwear every time he's invited over, going home and breathing in your scent and rubbing himself through his strained pants, wishing it was you you touching him. all the while you do nothing but wonder why your underwear collection is slowly dwindling in size.

imagine yandere!dazai slowly manipulating your mind, reprogramming it to love him before he finally rips you away from the watching, protective care of your brother, the brunette watching as the ginger panics and nearly destroys everything in his path, desperate to get you back from the manipulative, obsessive hands of his ex partner.

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dividers by @/cafekitsune

Art by Jocelin Carmes

arrival at shibuya