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♰ sweet serial killer — nakahara chuuya

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🕸️🕷.𖥔 ݁ ˖ KINKTOBER NO. 4 - serial killer!chuuya

chuuya's always in such a rush to get home to you, so he can't really be blamed if he misses a few drops of blood on his clothes.

contents. fem!reader, nsfw minors dni, murder, blowjob, obsession, soft chuuya, one use of slut, pet names, slight corruption kink — 2.3k

the bloodstains had never gone unnoticed by you, despite what chuuya had thought.

the deep smear of maroon was the first thing that caught your eye each time he came home, smeared on his white collars, on the sleeves of his crisp button-ups.

naively, or perhaps out of sheer desperation, you forced yourself to believe that they were merely from cuts on his hand, ones that he’d missed, wiping them only on his shirt on accident. chuuya, from time to time, could be accident prone. he’d hit his hip on the countertops, stub his toe and curse profusely after, constantly too rough on his body. it wouldn’t have been unusual if one of those silly errors had led to a more serious injury.

truly, there were a plethora of things that could have explained why drops of blood so frequently coated his clothing—just none that made sense to you.

the more you tried to rationalize it with yourself, the more outlandish your theories became. you couldn’t justify the blood running down the back of his shirt, not when you’d scrubbed his skin raw in the shower and found no cut. you couldn’t explain the dirt on his pants, the way that he’d spend half an hour in the bathroom every time he returned, turning the white porcelain of the shower a watery red.

chuuya snuck out late often, came back even later. every time he thought you were asleep, you’d pop one eye open, notice that the door was cracked, and watch as he scrubbed his clothes clean in the sink.

after, he’d slink into bed with you, curl around you with a heavy sigh, and kiss you deeply before passing out, as if nothing had changed at all.

for a while, you’d wondered if he was cheating on you—but it seemed so unlike chuuya, and there was no other evidence to point in that direction.

you had another theory, of course, but it seemed crazy—the musings of an overactive imagination. it was unfair to chuuya, too, who was the most loving person you’d ever met. maybe he stayed out late, disappeared to places you didn’t know about… but he was charming, caring, and he loved you, didn’t he?

but after nearly two months of enduring the routine, you decided not to let him off the hook any longer. if chuuya couldn’t be honest with you after a year of dating, moving in with one another, you weren’t sure he ever would be.

something about bringing it up to him, starting the conversation, was too frightening, and instead, you followed him one evening, when he snuck off on his bike, disappearing after midnight.

he stopped first at a bar, coming out only thirty minutes later with a pretty woman on his arm, smiling roguishly as he gestured towards his motorcycle. for a moment, you had almost thrown up in your car, tears hot in your eyes as you wondered if, maybe, your suspicions were right. maybe he was cheating on you, even when you’d believed chuuya to be utterly devoted to you.

maybe it had all just been a lie, an act he excelled at.

still, you held your shaky hands around the wheel, determined not to get ahead of yourself. there wasn’t proof—yet—of that insurrection. you wouldn’t judge him until you knew for certain.

if he had any idea that you were following him, he gave no indication of it.

chuuya took her to an abandoned dock, one that was crumbling with old ships and empty slots, the dark waves crashing against the shore under navy october skies. it was eerie, hauntingly so, the sign decrepit and wasting away, the perfect place to commit a murder and get away with it.

he snuck in past the locked gate easily in his motorcycle, but you were forced to park beyond it and trudge ahead on foot. you only hoped that your car wouldn’t get broken into—and that you wouldn’t be killed in the meantime.

in the midst of your search for chuuya, you heard a scream—it rang out through the port, loudly, echoing in the hollowness of the empty air. there was no one around but you, no one to save whatever soul had met their demise.

against the logic of every horror film you’d ever watched, you followed the noise, running towards it with heavy breaths in the cold air. the wind snuck down your throat, burning your lungs.

you found him at the edge of the dock.

the screaming stopped, cut off abruptly as chuuya landed another rough hit of his knife, blood spewing over his blade, into his face, down his neck. he brought the silver weapon down over and over again, sticking it into the woman’s side, her chest, the sound as steely as it was in the movies.

for a moment, you froze, unsure what do as you stared at your boyfriend, the one who smiled at you so sweetly. it was hard to reconcile him to this monster.

chuuya stood, straightened, and though your body was screaming at you to run, you could do nothing but stand and stare, breaths heavy at the sight of his familiar frame. if you ran, he’d only catch up to you. but if you didn’t…

“did you follow me?” chuuya turned, then, revealing only his side profile, so dark and glossy with red.

you hands shook at your sides. “i—” the sound was so weak that you couldn’t finish your sentence. “chuuya, i’m sorry,” you said in a panic, wondering if you dropped to your knees, begged him that you wouldn’t tell, then maybe he’d let you live.

he sighed and wiped his face, though the blood smeared worse in the process. it streaked over his chin, his jaw, as it dripped from the blade in his gloved hand. “‘it’s okay, doll. ‘m not gonna hurt you.” chuuya took a step forward, and though you couldn’t help it, you stepped back, shaking with fear. he stopped then, eyes softening at your fragility. “i promise.”

“chuuya,” you said again, helplessly. “what’s going on?”

he let the knife clatter onto the dock, his hands held high in surrender. with a sigh, his shoulders deflated. “you weren’t supposed to see me like this, baby.”

“you killed someone,” you choked out, tears streaming down your cheeks.

he looked out towards the ocean, his tongue running over his teeth before his jaw clenched, tightly. “it’s just a little something i gotta take care of, okay? i’d never hurt you. i love you, remember?”

that seemed like the kind of stupid thing that only took place in books; a serial killer truly loving the woman that he kissed at night. but chuuya…

well, it seemed hard to believe that everything about him had been a lie.

“you’re scaring me,” you said, wiping your face. “i don’t—”

he was upon you in two strides, stripping the gloves that held someone else’s blood, seeping into the fabric. his cold hands cupped your face, and there he was: the man you adored, delicate fingers tracing your jaw, eyes full of adoration for you, and not an ounce of malice. “i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry,” he said, kissing your cheeks, your nose, pressing affection into every pore. “i wish i didn’t have to, but,” he kissed you hard, wrapping you up in his arms. “it’s just an itch i can’t stop scratching.”

you knew enough about serial killers to understand what he meant. “she was an innocent person,” you argued, though you were melting into chuuya’s arms, forgetting your fear, despite your sprinting heart.

“no, no,” chuuya countered, his hands lacing through your hair. “i worked with her. she’s been after me for weeks. slipping things into my drinks when she thinks i’m not looking.” he smiled, but something about it was dark, evil. “just like that man who followed you home three weeks ago. just like your ex-boyfriend who made you cry every day. or the man who tried to mug your best friend. they’re people who hurt others. they’re not innocent, are they?”

chuuya seemed genuinely curious, his head cocking to the side, and his fingers stilled, his lips red not from blood, but from his force of his kisses.

you let a shaky breath leave your lips. “you did all that?”

when he put it that way—was it such a bad thing? you had been relieved when your horrid ex-boyfriend had been found dead on the streets. perhaps the men who found it fun to prey on unsuspecting women deserved a gruesome death just like him.

maybe even the woman who had her sights set on your boyfriend shouldn’t get off any easier.

“if i must live with this sin,” chuuya said, a response to your silence, his eyebrows pulled together tightly, “it only makes sense i should do something good with it.”

“by killing the people that hurt me?”

“well,” he smiled softly, “what other purpose do i have to live for?”

the weight of chuuya’s devotion washed over you, and you remembered your previous thought, of needing to drop to your knees and beg chuuya for your life. now, though, he was staring at you so lovingly that you fell to your knees in a different way, brushing your hair out of your face.

chuuya watched as your fingers ran over the bulge in his pants delicately, a thirst starting in your stomach. you loved him. and if you ever doubted that fact, now you were certain.

“what are you doing, doll?” chuuya asked, breathlessly, watching as you undid his belt, slid the silver zipper down his tight black pants. “you just found out your boyfriend’s a serial killer, and you’re gonna suck him off… are you that much of a slut?”

you’re not sure why the mean name spurred you on further, sent need coursing through you as your mouth watered for chuuya.

“my boyfriend killed someone who was trying to take him from me,” you smiled sweetly, licking your lips. “who else can say the same?’

chuuya sucked in a breath as you freed him from the confines of his tightened pants, stroking your manicured hand down the length of him, the touch barely there. then, you wrapped your hand around him, your fingers tightening as you watched the flush start from his neck, the red that couldn’t hide, even beneath the smears of blood.

“you wanna watch next time?” he teased, wispy strands of hair falling over his eyes. “if a man ever bothers you, just tell me, sweetheart. i’ll kill him with you right by my side.”

you were ashamed by how much that turned you on, the pool of desire sinking in your stomach. already, you ached to get your lips on chuuya, and you stroked him eagerly, listening as his gasps grew faster.

quicker than anticipated, chuuya was hard, the tip sticky as sweat gathered at his hairline. his lips parted so beautifully when he stared down at you with darkened grey eyes.

“maybe i’ll kill them myself,” you said back in a sultry voice, knowing perfectly well that your fingers would tremble around the blade, that you couldn’t kill a man even if you wanted to. still, you liked pretending to be chuuya’s beautiful siren as your thumb grazed over his slit, just feet away from the woman he killed. “think i’d look pretty with blood on my face, chuuya?”

chuuya groaned as your hand sped faster, shiny and sticky as he leaked down your palm. “oh, you’re pretty all the time, but god, knowing you’re just as fucked up as me would drive me wild.”

you smiled, chuuya’s cock stiff in your hand as you pulled away, licked the wetness from your palm. blinking up at him from under your lashes, chuuya’s gaze grew dark, his patience waning.

“taste good, chuuya,” you grinned, wiping your hands off on your thighs as you finally positioned your lips over his tip, kissing him lightly.

he hissed, but kept his hips still. “yeah? want me to cum in your mouth? fuck,” he said as you sank your hot lips over him, your tongue running along the side of his aching cock. a heavy hand landed on your head, and chuuya stroked your hair lovingly, his breathing heavy as you hollowed your cheeks. “such a messy girl, all for me. so hungry for my cock, aren’t you?”

you made a soft sound, your mouth too full of him to speak.

“y-yeah,” chuuya stuttered, his chest heaving as your fingers reached up to stroke him gently, massage his balls as spit made a mess all over your face. “fuck. fuck, you’re so perfect. i can’t let anyone else have you. gonna kill anyone who even looks at you.” chuuya groaned, his other hand coming around to cup your cheek, thumb stroking you in adoration. “i bet you’d like that. you’re so desperate for attention, and you’ve got all of mine.”

his words came out more raspy, then, voice lingering on the edge of a sigh. you ran your tongue along the vein, swallowing around him once more. from the deepened sound of chuuya’s voice, you knew he was close, and his fingers curled in your hair, roughly, squeezing at your scalp.

he choked out his words, chest rising quickly. “just like that, sweetheart, such a good girl. you’re gonna make me cum.” his voice strained as his hand guided you, gently, along his aching cock.

there was little warning when he shot thick ropes of cum into your mouth, yanking on your hair tightly as you swallowed as much as you could. it leaked onto your lips, down your chin, and you glanced up at chuuya with lust-blown eyes, smiling with flushed cheeks.

“i love you, chuuya,” you said, your hands resting on your lap as he gazed down at you, cock twitching once more at the sight of you so ruined.

“shit. i love you too, doll,” he said, pulling you to your feet, cradling you against his chest. “i’m never going to let anyone hurt you again. i’ll keep you safe, okay?”

you smiled, nodded at the sight of his flushed cheeks, but already, he was tugging at your waistband, sticking cold fingers down your pants.

“chuuya,” you gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady. “what are you doing?”

he smirked, eyes dark as he rubbed a finger through your wet folds. “didn’t think i’d let you go without taking care of you first, did you?” chuuya asked, watching the breaths come out of you quicker. “besides,” he nodded over his shoulder towards the lifeless, bloodstained body, eyes wide and white in fear as she stared. “we can’t leave without giving her a show.”

tags: @hannzai @cha0thicpisces @kissesmellow21 @sukiischaotic @hinata7346 @annoyingpainterprincess

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sorry guys i kinda rushed through this one a bit bc i wanted to get back to writing about my scrumdiddlyumptious pookie bear :/ (dazai)

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༺♰༻

the sounds of wet, squelching noises filled the air.

february 14th, 1988

somewhere in cairo, egypt, a man—was he even worth being addressed as such? anyway, an individual was currently lounging on a large, crimson-colored sofa. his right hand was tightly clutched around the strands of hair from the—in his eyes—lady of the evening, situated between his muscular thighs.

her head moved up and down, softly gagging at his enormous size and pumping the part she couldn’t reach with her mouth with her freshly manicured hands. he moved his gaze down, his eyes drifting to her exposed backside.

drool slowly began to drip on the hardwood floor. normally, he would have lashed out because of this at her, or anyone for that matter. he valued cleanliness. in all aspects of life.

but tonight, he couldn’t care less.

his mind was somewhere else, …literally.

·:¨༺ ♱ ☠︎ ♱ ༻¨:·.

june 20th, 1888

he was enchanted.

he could feel his heart racing and a feeling of euphoria overcoming him.

he could do nothing but silently observe the sight currently playing out before him. there you sat, bouncing up and down on his cock like it was the last thing you’d ever do in this lifetime. your hands were situated on his broad chest, which was now covered in a thin layer of sweat. your face flushed pink, your eyes scrunched shut, and your mouth hung slightly open, the only noise escaping being the small whimpers of his name.

it was wrong, but it felt oh, so right. engaging in these kinds of filthy acts despite being a maiden. if anyone found out about this, it would undoubtedly spread like wildfire.

you've been seeing him for about three months now. you met him during a rugby match at your alma mater, hugh hudson academy.

immediately smitten by the blonde, you decided to watch the match unfold, ultimately resulting in being present during his final victory of his studies.

he took quick notice of your presence during the match, immediately remarking on your beauty—which is not something he often finds himself doing—before deciding to approach you after answering a few rather dull questions from a couple of blokes.

you've been staring, and he made sure that he’d question you about it. after admitting your guilt and the inevitable red blush that crept up on your face, the two of you talked a bit about your studies and your plans after graduating. he was a law student, top of his class no less. it was at that moment that you met his equally intelligent and striking adoptive brother. he was planning on pursuing a career in archeology after having written a celebrated thesis on the subject.

you became close with both of them. the two looked to be quite close, despite the blonde having been adopted by the wealthy joestar family at age 12. you did notice a difference in character, however; whereas one of them was a gentleman through and through, his eyes laced with nothing but kindness and innocence, the other was incredibly intense. his charisma could draw any individual in if he so desired.

he never backed away from any kind of confrontation, not hesitating to put someone in their—to him—designated place in this world. he knew what he wanted, and he would do anything to get it.

sometimes, when you stayed over for dinner at the mansion, you’d sleep over too. with your own assigned guest room, you were practically free to stay as many times as you’d like. on a particular night, after dining and having another glass of wine with the navy-haired gentle giant, your faith was sealed forever.

in the process of undressing, you suddenly heard a faint knock on your door. assuming it was just a maid who came to announce her retirement for the night, you absentmindedly opted for her to enter. only dressed in a chemise, and in the process of putting your hair up, your gaze was definitely not met with a maid’s but with a pair of striking brown eyes.

you froze in place, your hands falling from your hair to your chest, trying to cover yourself as best as you could as your eyes widened. the blonde stood there, absolutely captivated by you. he couldn’t look away, even if he tried.

you looked absolutely beautiful to him. he almost started to wonder if this is what people are talking about when they describe 'love at first sight'.

but that was impossible—he just doesn’t fall in love. never has, never will, right?

·:¨༺ ♱ ☠︎ ♱ ༻¨:·.

“please..” that small plea pulled him from his thoughts of a couple months ago when you first made love to him, a devious smirk appearing on his lips. his grip tightened on your hips and forcibly slowed your movements down, keeping his own hips still as well.

“use your words.” he whispered. he knew that you were eager for release, but he loved the desperate look on your face when you had to beg him for it.

a frustrated groan escaped your lips, which satisfied him even more. he suddenly gave a hard thrust up with his hips, forcing a long moan out of you. he loved playing these games with you.

“we don’t want anyone to walk in on you being fucked like a common little harlot now, do we?” he whispered, giving one more hard thrust up, perfectly hitting your g-spot. you had to bite down on your lip so hard to stay quiet that you drew blood. he noticed how you tightly clenched around him, earning you the action of his breath hitching in his throat. he quickly pulled himself together, his hand reaching in between your legs to slowly draw circles on your sensitive nub.

“what a dirty little mix you are, getting excited at the thought of someone barging in. you’re absolutely wicked, my love.” he chuckled, his voice deep and dripping with that delicious accent of his. it was all too much for you; you could only vigorously nod at his statement while you clasped your palm against your mouth to stifle any noise.

you couldn’t even fathom why you fell for him, you just did. when you looked at him, an immediate feeling of comfort, warmth, and familiarity spread through your body. it just felt right. unfortunately, you were met with a lot of people who tried to talk you out of it, even straight up warning you. they told stories about the kind of man he was and how he treated others.

it didn’t matter to you, though. you loved him.

and he was very, very fond of you.

he suddenly lifted up his arms, wrapping them tightly around your waist as he sat up, his cock hitting that delicious spot inside you that made you quiver. in one swift motion, you were flat on your back. he moved down, his lips meeting yours.

it was like nothing you’ve ever felt before; this kiss was full of nothing but passion and sweetness. his fingers tangled in yours, holding your hands tightly as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, knocking the air out of your lungs.

your walls clenched around him, letting him know that you were aching for him to start moving. this was evident by your little whimpers that broke through the kiss. he decided that he had teased you enough, barely able to hold himself back anymore at this point.

his hand bobbed her head up and down even faster, feeling his release come over him with a loud grunt, spilling his seed deep down into whatever her name was's throat.

the woman looked up at him with a look of satisfaction, gazing into his eyes, which drilled into hers with a look that could only be described as pure apathy. dio brando has never felt guilt in his 122-year-long life on this damnable earth, but he sure as hell came dangerously close in that brief moment of silence that took over his dark chambers.

he never ended up being with you, the way jonathan ended up with his dear erina. you unexpectedly left the country after graduating. it undoubtedly deepened his anger towards his adoptive brother, which resulted in him doing the things he did.

dio never knew what became of you in the end. did you get married? did you bare children? were you even still alive at all after you left? did you ever think of him the same way he thought of you? he never got an answer to any of those questions that boggled his mind. the question of how and where you passed; he doesn't even dare to let that pass his mind anymore. he'll lose it if he does.

he shoved the woman by her hair, which was still tightly secured in his palm, off his softening manhood with a blunt tug, forcing her face first onto the hardwood floor with a gasp. he paid it no mind.

"clean yourself up and get back to your own chambers. we're done here." he said as he stood up and tucked himself back into his pants. he walked over to his bedroom window. it must have been a full moon, given how bright it appeared that night.

"oh, how much i wish that i could've seen you just one last time, my love." he whispered to himself as he reached into his pocket, not caring if that disappointment of a woman was still in the room or not. his thumb softly rubbed over the small ruby gemstone that sat on the 18-carat gold engagement ring that rested between his fingers. he was hoping to meet you again, very soon.

you would have been the most beautiful bride.

a/n; long time no see! this had been rotting away in my drafts for almost 2 months now💀💀 so here it is! hope y’all liked it :)

finished on 1-09-‘23, 6:52 pm, cet.

love, 3niqma.