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oikasugayama · 4 months

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He F--KS You When You're Stuck pt. 2

pt. 1 *Atsushi, Fukuchi, Nikolai | pt. 2 Dazai, Ango, Oda | pt. 3 Kunikida, Sigma, Akutagawa

Disclaimer: These are works of fiction. The actions in these stories do not reflect real actions taken in the source material. I do not condone the actions some characters may take in these stories. If you are sensitive to potential non-consensual activity, do not read this series.

Contains: fem!reader being stuck/confined, sex worker, role-playing non-con

Dazai

You're one of Dazai's coworkers who he's previously hooked up with. Kunikida asks you for another box of paperclips, so you go to the supply closet down the hall. It seems you're almost out, but you do spot one box that must have fallen off the shelf and into the corner behind a stack of heavy boxes.

You decide to clear a space on a lower shelf and try to climb through enough to grab the box of paperclips from the floor, but you mistake how far they are and you end up tipping too far forward. Now your legs are in the air, your skirt is slowly shimmying up your legs, and you can't get the leverage to get back up.

"Um... Hello?" you call out, not screaming but trying to be loud so someone in the hallway or maybe the nearby bathroom will hear you. "Can someone help me out? I'm stuck in the supply closet."

You have to call out and thump on the wall a few times before the door swings open, but for some reason the person who opened it is silent. The door clicks closed again, and then you feel someone grab your hips.

"Hey-- can you at least tell me who you are???"

"Don't worry, baby, it's me."

"Oh, Dazai! Hey, I just need you to pull me out of here, I fell too far forward."

"Mmm... I can't let this opportunity go to waste though, can I? Your ass is all pretty up in the air for me..." he pulls you up just enough so that he can grind against your ass and your toes are just barely scraping the ground.

"We're at work... our coworkers are all out there..."

"I may have told Kunikida that we needed to go out and buy more supplies because you said we're out. I'm sure we have twenty minutes."

And that's how you end up with Dazai balls deep in the middle of a work day with your boss two rooms away.

"Be quiet," he hisses to you when you moan and whimper as his balls clap your ass.

"You be quiet," you huff back. "you're being too loud when you-- ohh fuck--"

"Do I have to pull you out of there and hold your mouth shut?" he grunts, pulling your hips back to meet his thrusts.

"m-maybe..."

"shut up or i'll tell kunikida i've been fucking his pretty little secretary. he'll be soooo mad."

Ango

He hates his coworkers. He hates how skeezy and immoral and degenerate they are. He hates how sometimes they convince him to go to bars and clubs in the back alleys of Yokohama. He hates himself for going along with it when one of them takes him into a back room and points at something-- he isn't sure what he's looking at at first, but then you kick your leg a little.

"Hey, is someone there?" you coo. "I'm stuck. Can you help me?"

"She's all yours," his coworker says, clapping him on the shoulder before leaving the room. Ango is stunned at first and spends several minutes standing back, staring at your bare ass sticking out from between the couch cushions.

"Are you there? I need help," you say, honestly unsure if there's still a client in your room.

Ango finally decides to use you for some stress relief since he concludes this is your job and you wouldn't be here if you didn't want to be.

He kneels behind you, gets down eye level to inspect your cunt. He can't exactly tell if you're STD free just from looking, but he's gonna try anyway, and damn you have a pretty pussy. He reaches out to feel your glistening folds and realizes you're soaking wet and plenty open for him to slide right in.

with shaking hands he pulls his cock out of his unbuttoned pants and lets himself divulge, sliding into you and starting to thrust with his eyes closed.

even as you moan and try to get him to say something, he stays silent, only giving little tiny moans and sighs every now and again. even when he cums, splashing on your back and cheeks, he only whimpers, leaving his voice mostly indiscernible. he can't let you have to ability to pick him out of a lineup later in case someone tries to blackmail him over this.

Oda

He suggests you pretend to be stuck for a form of roleplay. It's not your fault you get actually a bit stuck when you climb between the bottom tines of one of your dining chairs.

Oda comes home to you spread out on the floor in your pajamas, upper half stuck in a chair.

"Well hey there, miss. It's a good thing I came along. Can I help you get out of there?"

"Oda, I'm literally stuck," you whine. He takes a second to process that, then kneels down beside you.

"I'd be happy to help you out of there. Why don't you think of a way to repay me?" he rubs your hip, slowly moving toward your butt. As uncomfortable as you are with your chest hooked around one spire and your shoulders locked forward, you're not entirely against this right now. You'd made the plan together before anyway.

"You can use my pussy, sir," you pay politely, and Oda sighs heavily as he pulls down your shorts.

"Sounds like a perfect trade." He whistles when he sees that you're not wearing panties. "My, my, what a pretty cunt you've got."

He starts teasing, eventually fingering you as you moan and squirm. He's his usual self, praising you while he works you up, all the while pretending like a good samaritan who's just helping you out.

Before he gets his dick out he does actually help you out of the chair because he thinks you look uncomfortable and he wants to see your pretty face while he fucks you.

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cryslut · 5 months

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Yan BSD Men - Lengths

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

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

- gender neutral reader

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

(some of this may potentially be out of character)

not proofread so possibly grammatical errors.

↳ Fyodor Dostoevsky

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

↳ Chuuya Nakahara

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

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

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

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

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

↳ Dazai Osamu

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

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

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

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

↳ Tetchou Suehiro

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

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

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

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

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

↳ Jouno Saigiku

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

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

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

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

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

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

↳ Nikolai Gogol

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

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

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

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

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

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aureatchi · 4 months

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⛇₊˚ .࿐₊˚✧ BUBBLES IN MY CHAMPAGNE, LET IT BE SOME JAZZ PLAYIN’ . . .OSAMU DAZAI

⟢ SYNOPSIS. the port-mafia was infamous for throwing glamorous holiday parties every year. not only were you attending this time, but you were also finally going to be introduced as the port-mafia boss’ pretty girlfriend! or…that was the plan.

of course, things never go according to plan.

a/n. merry christmas !! adding onto the xmas dazai fics jdjsjwn <3 this one’s vv chaotic.

info. fem!reader. pm boss!dazai. pm exec!reader. fluff, angst, pinch of sugg. there’s DRAMA. mentions of drinking. lil jealousy. dazai is a 💩. the pm is filthy rich lmao. pazenia is a made up country. wc. 3.4k

“Oh my.”

“How do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful.”

The brunette chuckled as he waltzed towards you. You saw him appear behind you through the sizeable full-body mirror, wrapping his arms around your waist as you finished applying your lipstick.

“It looks even better on you.” Dazai’s fingers wandered playfully, tracing the curves the red dress he gifted you hugged so well. The tailoring was so impressive—the dress could fit noone else but you. And indeed, it was made exclusively for you, for the largest and most luxe corporate event of the year.

It was the Port Mafia Christmas party. Everyone was required to attend, and plus-ones were allowed too, stirring even more chaos into the affair. You were a Port Mafia executive—of course you were going, but the night was going to be unique for another reason.

Tonight, the Port Mafia boss would confirm all the rumors…all the gossip circulating the past few months. He was finally making your relationship with him official in front of everyone.

As if everyone still doesn’t know.

Yet you were nervous. Keeping things an enigma actually worked in your favor—besides suspicious stares with muffled voices and jealous women, you didn’t have to worry about much. Dazai would take care of any problem. After all, you trusted him completely.

But now, everyone would know. You and Dazai had gone through all the downsides—you could become a potential target for any enemies, your name would rise even higher on the wanted list, and you could be stalked by frustrated, jealous men…honestly, you two were almost too hot for your own wellbeing.

Just almost, because “I’ll take care of it all. I’ll make sure nothing ever hurts you, darling.”

He whispered those words into your ear, sensing your anxiousness as you continued to look at your reflections.

“Please don’t worry.”

He did not speak in his usual teasing, playfully amorous voice. The brunette’s face matched the seriousness of the topic you had both gone over multiple times, making sure that the other wanted to still go through with it. You both didn’t want to force the decision of your relationship upon the other—though it was Dazai who had suggested the idea, the choice rested entirely on you. He ensured you knew you could change your mind anytime you wanted.

And Dazai wished you could see that he truly, would go to the ends of universes to make sure you were safe.

You gave him a reassuring smile. “I won’t,” you replied. “I’m only worried about you. I need to be by your side at all times to fight any bad guys that come for you.”

And girls. If you were being honest, you always felt a bit sick thinking about other women wanting him. Maybe this is why your nerves hadn’t backed you out yet…you wanted everyone to know their leader was indeed taken.

Dazai laughed more heartily than he intended to at the comment. He, the now Port Mafia superior commander, known even before as the Demon Prodigy, was being talked to in concern that he needed a sidekick to help him.

Though, he was also the same man whose mind was full of fervor for one girl. You giggled, seeing the apparent blush on Dazai’s face when you fixed his black tie. He was matching with you, of course—his red attire was the ruby scarf.

“Perfect,” you mused when you were done. “Wow, you’re handsome.“

“And you’re ethereal,” Dazai responded, putting on your coat. “Ready to go shock everyone?”

“As if half of the mafia doesn’t already suspect anything between us, Osamu,” you smiled.

“Hmm…you’re right.

“Of course they’d think I’d sought after the prettiest woman in the world.” A coy grin snuck back onto his lips.

…

It was evident your lover had good taste, not only in outfits. He chose to rent out one of the big hotels as the venue for the party—very fitting for the filthy-rich organization.

The first thing you noticed when you stepped out of the limo was the massive Christmas tree in the center of the hall.

“Woah.” There were at least fifty gifts under it already.

You noticed Dazai’s brows suddenly furrow as he, too, inspected the presents.

“Osamu?”

“Bella, remind me who this person is again.”

He picked up a present, showing you a familiar name.

“Oh!” He was the assistant under your wing. You two had worked together for years—you had built up a lot of trust and a friendship to have him in charge of some of your responsibilities.

“I see. Don’t mind that; I forget some of my men sometimes.”

You nodded, though you felt a bit unsure about his response. Regardless, you cast the thought aside.

What you didn’t notice was the way Dazai showed you the package. The present was from your assistant, but the name it was for was entirely covered by the brunette’s hand.

“Well, are you ready to go in?” Dazai asked, holding out a hand towards you.

“Yeah, I’m-”

“Dazai!”

It was Kouyou, another executive. She saw you and greeted you, too.

“My, you’re looking lovely today,” she chirped. “So you and the boss are dating.”

You smiled. “Yes.”

“Well, better tell everyone soon,” she told the both of you. “Dazai, a daughter of a very infamous organization in Europe, is at this party as a plus-one. She wants to discuss a business proposal…‘as soon as possible,’ she said. It’s confidential, too; she only wants you. Do you have a few moments to spare?”

Dazai immediately turned toward you, to which you nodded at him. “It seems important, especially if she’s from Europe.”

“You’re sure?” Dazai asked. You were supposed to walk into the dining hall together to introduce yourselves as the power couple of the evening. “What about…”

“Yeah, the mafia is the priority. I’ll find you soon.” You were an executive, after all. The mafia existed to protect Yokohama City, so work should be an urgency.

“Alright,” he replied. He took another look at you—a singular, amber eye softened once he met your gaze. The other was hidden behind bandages, and so were the emotions of his heart. You couldn’t tell what he was feeling at the moment.

“Let’s go, big sis.” He turned towards Kouyou, who led him out of the room.

Now alone, not counting the guards, you glanced at the presents again, picking up the one Dazai had previously questioned you about.

Oh! Your assistant gave you a present. You found it sweet; your assistant hadn’t gifted you anything until this year. Now Dazai’s reaction made sense—perhaps he had thought you had a secret admirer or something. You giggled at his assumed jealousy.

…

You walked inside the dining hall by yourself, a large crowd already entertaining themselves inside. Everyone who saw you stopped to greet you—their executive, and you wished them a merry Christmas back with a friendly smile.

“Huh? So she’s not dating him?”

You turned your head the slightest, pretending to grab a drink while you instead eavesdropped on two employees you hardly knew. Thank goodness they weren’t the ones going out on missions to spy—they were terrible at not being obvious.

“I’m not sure. But that underground aristocrat from Europe that everyone knows has a crush on the boss showed up to meet him. That huge Christmas tree by the staircases is actually a gift from her.”

“Really?! So…maybe she was the boss’ plus-one? Now that’s wild. Everyone really had me believing he was seeing the executive.”

“Yo!” Your attention was suddenly pulled from their conversation.

“You good? You’re overflowing your cup.” You had poured too much drink, so liquid was running all over the floor.

“Shoot, I think she heard us!” you faintly heard behind you as the employees moved away.

“Oh, yeah. I’m so sorry,” you responded to your assistant who had found you. He handed you a few napkins to clean your hands and dropped a few more to mop the floor with his shoe.

“You didn’t need to help, and thank you,” you said as you cleaned up, too, feeling bad.

“All good! Merry Christmas, by the way. How’s your evening going so far?”

“Good, thank you,” you responded, half-truthful. You needed to find somewhere to process what you had just heard. Even if they were only rumors…they bothered you.

“I saw you got me a gift in the lobby,” you added, recalling earlier. “I was surprised! You haven’t done that before, so I found it so sweet.”

“Oh yeah!” he replied, and you didn’t miss the pink that tinted his cheeks. “Who knows…I may have had a change of heart this year.”

You chuckled innocently. “Well, whatever the reason, thank you! I’m excited to see what you got.”

“Of course. I do hope you like it! Also, your dress. It looks good on you.” His voice sped up at his last comment.

“Oh, uh, thanks-”

That was really awkward. You gave him mercy, though…you hadn’t even told him you were in a relationship. So, you tried to say to him that it was your boyfriend, Dazai, who had the dress made for you, but you were cut off.

Dazai had finally entered the room, but he was accompanied by that noblewoman everyone was speaking about.

Wow, she was gorgeous. Her hair was in a perfect blowout, and she wore an emerald green dress that fit her like a glove.

And with each step Dazai and this new woman took into the hall to be regarded by everyone, your heart sank a bit more into your stomach.

What??

“You don’t look so well. Are you okay?” Your assistant paid no mind to the mafia boss’ new commotion. He was wholly concerned for you.

“Yeah. This drink tastes weird, but I can’t put my finger on what.” Yet, you took another sip. What was going on? You had never doubted Dazai’s love or loyalty toward you. Had you been so blind by your own to miss this?

Dazai didn’t even bother trying to search for you. And the way the lady’s arm touchingly clung around his infuriated you.

“He was seeing some foreign princess all along?”

“The boss always has to cause a scene with something new.”

“They’re kind of hot together, though.”

Now you really wanted to puke. You stared until the noblewoman’s eyes finally caught yours and dwelt on your figure briefly before turning toward Dazai and asking him something.

Dazai’s lips read, “Okay!” before a guard approached you.

“The boss is summoning all the executives to him,” he whispered in your ear, and you nodded, strolling over to him.

Fuck. You wanted to cry. Your heart was beating out of your chest.

You felt a bit better when the other executives—Kouyou and Chuuya showed up before you.

“Miss, these are the Port Mafia’s three executives.” He introduced you individually, not meeting your eye when he went to you.

You wanted to leave. There was no point in being here anymore. What you thought would be a cheery Christmas Eve turned out to be the worst night ever. It couldn’t have gotten any worse…

“And this is the Lady of Pazenia,” Dazai said, introducing the woman. “Our most important foreign guest tonight.”

“So, uh? I’m kinda confused,” Chuuya commented. “Mackerel boss, ya dating her or something?” He glanced at Dazai, the girl on him, and then you.

She responded for him. “We’re getting acquainted tonight, that’s all,” she replied smugly. Dazai chuckled. “Yes…we’ve communicated online a few times, but this is the first time we’re meeting face to face.”

What the fuck.

“Oh, uh, okay.” For once, Chuuya didn’t pester, didn’t tease anymore. Because he was just as startled as you. He, too, suspected that you were dating the boss.

“I’m sorry, will you please excuse me? It was nice meeting you, m’lady; I hope you enjoy your Christmas with the boss.” You didn’t even wait for a reply. You stormed off in the direction of your assistant. You were going to ask him to drive you home, and then you’d pack your things and then stay at a friend’s house for a few days to figure out what to do next.

Everything was crashing down like an avalanche.

But before you could get to him, the bastard’s subordinate stopped you.

“Akutagawa? Hi, Merry Christmas. Sorry, I’m in a rush-”

“Merry Christmas, miss,” he responded, moving in front of you again when you tried to shift over. “Aren’t you going to rescue the boss? Has your emotion clouded your rationality so much you can’t see things clearly anymore?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

You turned back towards the scene, and yeah—what you saw was your final straw. Akutagawa misjudged. Not even a glimmer of hope remained in you.

Somehow, they had ended up at the corner of the room. And lo and behold, Dazai and the Lady of Pazenia had ended up under the mistletoe, and many of the upper ranks surrounded them. There was even a Paparazzi.

You tried to push past Akutagawa, but he stopped you.

“Watch.”

Why? Did Dazai place him there to make sure you suffered through it all? This was so cruel. Tears welled up in your eyes as the room went quiet to watch.

“Oh! Silly me…how did I manage to get here?”

“I’m not sure…” the woman replied flirtatiously. “But you can’t break a tradition, boss of the Port Mafia.”

“I guess I can’t,” Dazai replied, leaning in. “But, can we make a deal, Miss?

“You can kiss me, but tell me where the real Lady of Pazenia is. The exact coordinates where you’re keeping her hostage. If there’s anyone kept in place to secure or torture her.”

And the crowd suddenly gasped. She did, too, and a hand flew to her mouth.

“Shit!”

About ten guards ran towards her, restraining her before she could do anything. Dazai calmly backed away, continuing to explain.

“The business proposal was crafty and would’ve led to our doom quite quickly. You’re trying to overthrow your own government. So, you devised a cover-up to get the mafia to help you, with a deal to help us on our end, but just like your original goal, you want our city’s government to fall into anarchy, too.

“An underground noblewoman. You are exactly that—quite literally.” Dazai sighed. “No, I’m not in a relationship with her, I…”

Dazai finally met your eye, and his heart immediately sunk seeing you cry.

“Oh my gosh,” he whispered, and he ran towards you, tightly embracing you.

You wanted to punch him, throw him away—something, but you were surrounded by half the corporate. There was already enough scandal tonight, you didn’t need to add any more.

“Hah, it’s okay,” you responded audibly, hastily wiping tears. “You’re a great actor, Osamu, really got me believing you were cheating on me for a second.” Words spurred out of your mouth—you hoped you wouldn’t regret it later.

Dazai’s grip on you tightened to silently show you gratitude before he turned to your audience. “Now that the problem is out of the way—Merry Christmas to you all.” A waiter handed him a glass of champagne, who had also gone around with multiple others to hand out drinks to everyone.

“And a special Merry Christmas to my girlfriend, right here.” He gave you a kind smile, and you tried your best to reciprocate your own. There were “awe”’s and “that’s so cute”’s about.

Dazai held his glass up towards everyone else’s before toasting with yours.

…

You stayed away from Dazai for the next hour. He respected your space for that long—in the meantime, you acted fine. You conversed with others, you laughed. Your assistant apologized for his comment on you earlier—“I was completely oblivious to you and the boss! I’m so sorry; I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” You laughed it off, telling him it was okay.

“Hey, bella.”

Dazai had finally found you alone. You looked at him, facing the inevitable.

“I’m getting tired. Wanna sneak away with me?”

You hesitated. “Where would we go?”

“The drinks suck here, besides that champagne. I know Chuuya was definitely not in charge of this part.”

You had to agree with that one. You couldn’t even finish the glass you overfilled earlier.

…

Bar Lupin was surprisingly empty that night. The bar was Dazai’s safe place, his getaway. You were constantly reminded of his genuine, complete trust in you whenever he took you here.

“I’m sorry,” Dazai apologized as you waited for your drinks. “What I did was brutal.”

“It really fucking hurt,” you said, finally able to release your true feelings now that nobody else was around.

“I had to keep up the act to expose her. Her vulnerability was that…she had a crush on me? So, the most rapid way to gain her trust was to make her believe she had a chance. She didn’t know I was seeing someone.”

“You take acting too seriously. You’re the Port Mafia boss, not some goddamn movie actor. You couldn’t even…make eye contact with me? Give me a reassuring look or something?”

“You’re right. That’s no excuse.” He took a breath. He had actually messed something up. He could predict and do everything else flawlessly until it came to the people he loved.

He always screwed it up.

“I set aside our relationship for a mission. I’m really sorry, love. And I understand if it takes awhile for you to think through it all. The only thing I ask is for forgiveness.”

“I dunno…it kind of seems like you enjoyed it…”

That was a lie. You were just saying things out of spite now. You had rethought the previous events after recalling what Akutagawa had harshly told you without context—rescue the boss? Yeah, Dazai clearly didn’t enjoy it. He never touched the woman back in any way, and his word choice was very cautious. Except one line.

“Us communicating online? Yeah, I knew she’d just go along with it. I had to say that so Chuuya would stop pushing and blow my cover. Besides, you literally have my email login, darling. You see everything.”

“I really hate you sometimes, Osamu, you know?” you muttered as the bartender finally handed you two your drinks. You took a thirsty sip out of yours. You couldn’t even stay mad anymore.

“Is that your way of saying you forgive me?” he chuckled, knowing the mood was lightening.

“No. You’re just too…attractive. Like, why are you so hot? All the girls want you…I was actually quite relieved when you asked me if we should make things official so everyone could finally know that we belong to each other…”

Hah, if only you knew.

“You don’t assume I think the same? You almost pissed me off by hanging around your little assistant, too, belladonna. He clearly fancies you.”

You gulped, remembering his earlier compliment. “Don’t do anything to him—he didn’t know. He does now.”

“He better,” he simply replied. “And everyone else. There’s no excuse now—you’re the Port Mafia boss’ girlfriend.”

You felt like there were butterflies in your stomach. The protectiveness was attractive. You pulled on Dazai’s tie, reeling the rest of him towards you.

“And you’re my boyfriend,” you smiled.

To everyone else, Dazai was known as evil, suicidal, murderer, demon, saint. But to you, he was simply Osamu. Your boyfriend. And perhaps that’s what he loved most of all. Across universes, you would not fail him—not even Odasaku succeeded so highly.

“Are you going to kiss me, bella?” Dazai asked, the signature smile back on his face.

“No,” you teased, pushing him back. “I’m still mad at you. Nothing went according to plan.”

“Nothing did,” the brunette replied. “But isn’t that what’s so exciting about life? Life is unexpected, yet some good things can come out of it, such as…”

He revealed a piece of mistletoe in his hand, holding it above you two.

“Even if you’re mad, you can’t break a tradition,” Dazai spoke, swinging the plant back and forth.

You sighed before you both leaned in to kiss each other. Dazai pulled you onto his lap, and you kissed him even more feverishly. Your hands ran through his hair until the bandage around his head finally came undone, unveiling the rest of his pretty face.

You focused on his dilated, honey-colored eyes. Finally, they revealed what he was feeling. Comfort in having you in his arms again. In your warmth.

Everything felt too intense after that. He had started making out with you again, his hands were wandering you curiously, the dim lighting, the jazz instrumental, how tipsy you felt from the drinks…

“Let’s just go home.”

…

You were swaddled in Dazai’s arms under the bed's covers at home. So sleepy. Dazai promised that the next day would treat the both of you better—a peaceful Christmas gift.

“Let’s stop doing such large parties,” you said, looking up at the ceiling. “It just calls for trouble, to be honest.”

“Yeah…we’ll have a small houseparty next time. Everyone else can do what they want.”

You were gently kissed on the forehead before the brunette softly whispered to you. “Merry Christmas, belladonna. I love you.”

“I love you too, Osamu.”

dazai told me he’d kiss u if u rb this. rbs are cherished; they are ur christmas gift to me! <3

tags: @kissesmellow21 @osaemu @ruanais + @lovedazai @chuuyrr @anqelically (i think u guys would like this <3)

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samutoru · 3 months

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You didn't know how you ended up in this exact situation, being bent over with your legs spread open and getting fucked by your bestfriend.

"I'm glad your boyfriend broke up with you," He whispers into your ear as he thrusts into you harder. "He has no idea what he's missing out on"

You agreed with him, nodding your head as an answer, crying out. You asked for comfort from your bestfriend, but you definitely didn't asked to get fucked. "Please, h-harder" You begged him, whining as he grabbed your hips and fastened his pace. His fingers were digging into your hips, your hands grabbing onto whatever you can as he pushes himself deeper into your cunt.

You weren't to blame yourself, even as much as if it felt wrong to you. There was no reason why you shouldn't do it. You could careless if it were to ruin your friendship, you two just didn't care.

osamu dazai, satoru gojo, toge inumaki, suguru geto, nakahara chuuya, ranpo edogawa

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theprettywriter · 8 months

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The devil's darling : Osamu Dazai

Synposis : with your first visit to the port mafia's headquarters, you see the other side of your lover. The one that he never showed you before. It was as if you suddenly remembered that he wasn't just your sweet boyfriend . He was also the most feared man in Yokohama. He was also the youngest boss of the criminal organisation, the port mafia.

Genre/ warnings: port mafia boss dazai, fluff, angst, mentions of blood, knife, mentions of getting stabbed, slightly suggestive

A/n: this story doesn't follow the original beast au storyline. In fact I won't even call it beast au because everything else is same other than dazai being the boss.

Author's pov

You hummed a soft tune as you walked around the huge office, lightly touching the art piece that hung on the wall in fear of damaging it somehow. Now you know you just shouldn't touch the delicate art work but you couldn't help yourself. If you find something fascinating then you just need to feel it once. And you also know that your boyfriend wouldn't blink an eye even if the art piece got damaged. He's more than capable of buying a few hundreds of the same piece if he wants but you'd rather live without the guilt of ruining it.

Deciding that you should probably stop touching it, you took a step back, opting to admire it from a distance. "sweetheart" you perked up at the sound of his voice and turned around, your lips curling up in a soft smile as your eyes met. "hmm?" you hummed silently asking him to continue.

Dazai placed the papers he was going through down on his desk, looking at you with soft eyes "are you feeling bored, my love?" he mumbled and you quickly shook your head. Well you admit that you were starting to feel a tiny bit bored with him silently working on some papers but you didn't want to disturb him so you opted to look around his office to pass some time. You know he's a busy man so you cherished every moment with him that you can spend in comfortable silence.

He looked at you silently for a moment before pushing his chair back slightly and extending a hand towards you "come here angel" your smile widened and you skipped towards him, placing your hand on his. A small smile tugged on his lips as he pulled you on his lap, kissing your wrist when you cupped his face with soft hands.

He hummed raspily when you leaned forward to press a quick kiss on his lips, his one arm wrapping around your waist while the other tucked your hair behind your ear "hey samu" you whispered against his lips before pulling back, giggling when his lips chased yours "hey angel" he mumbled pulling you in another kiss "you know I can tell when you're getting bored, sweetheart. You keep looking at the clock every now and then."

You scrunched your nose smiling sheepishly. Of course he'd catch on "okay I am feeling a little bored but it's fine. Your office is so big I'm sure I'll find something interesting in here" you said tucking a side of his hair behind his hair. You love it when he tucks his hair behind his ear. He hums as his hand slips inside your shirt, lightly caressing your bare waist "do you want to go back home? I can call a car for you -" before he could finish his sentence, you cut him off quickly shaking your head "no no I'm fine. I want to stay here with you. I can wait until you finish your work and we can go home together " you paused before adding "b-but I can go back if I'm disturbing you"

He tched pulling you closer "nonsense. You're never disturbing me, angel. I'm happy that you're here. I was asking in case you wanted to go back" you smiled at that, kissing his nose "then we'll go back together" he smiled softly with his hand going to the back of your neck. Pulling you towards him, his lips brushed against your forehead before he pressed his lips on yours in a deep kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back softly.

At the same time, someone knocked on the door and you pulled back startled, going to get up but dazai didn't let you. You looked at him surprised when his grip around your waist tightened and he held you firmly on his lap while someone entered the room "boss" Nakahara Chuuya's voice sounded in the room and you turned your head to see chuuya standing there with his head bowed and his one hand holding his hat against his chest "they've been taken care of as you asked" who was taken care of? You'll never know and you don't even want to know.

You were just here to spend some time with your lover "good. Now chuuya, you've come right in time" chuuya looked up, silently asking dazai to give him his next orders "see, this is the first time my sweet girl has visited the headquarters and she's started to feel bored so would you mind giving her a tour around the building while I finish my work?" you looked at dazai surprised while chuuya nodded "of course not. I'd be happy to" "samu" you whispered tugging his coat slightly to make him look at you "I'm fine staying here" dazai smiled, running his thumb across your bottom lip "I know your curious little brain is dying to look around the building, sweetheart. So go with chuuya and I promise I'll be done by the time you come back. Then we'll go home"

You hummed thinking for a moment before nodding and looking at him with a smile. He raised an eyebrow when he recognized the mischievous glint in your doe eyes . You bite his thumb lightly, giggling softly when you saw his eyes darken a shade before getting off of his lap and pressing a kiss on his forehead "then I'll see you later Samu" he hummed, squeezing your hip and watched as you turned around and started walking towards the door.

You said a small thank you to chuuya as he held the door open for you and turned around one last time to wave at dazai, smiling as he waved back. You fiddled with your fingers awkwardly as you both passed by the multiple guards whose jobs were to guard the boss's office. Each one bowed towards you and you almost told them to stop bowing so much. You weren't used to it, unlike dazai who wouldn't even glance at them.

The long walk towards the elevator was silent with chuuya walking besides you in a respectful distance. You'd seen him many times before. You're aware that he's dazai's right hand man so you've seen him besides dazai multiple times but you've never talked to him properly so you were a little scared that the whole time will be spent in awkward silence.

So when you both reached the elevator and he pressed the button, you finally decided to break the silence "I hope I'm not disturbing you while you're busy, nakahara san" Chuuya's gaze snapped at you and his smile made you feel a little at ease "of course not, y/n San. I could actually use a little walk right now too. And please just call me chuuya" you nodded smiling softly as you both stepped in the elevator, now feeling more relaxed.

"is there anything you'd like to see first?" chuuya asked before pressing any button. You shook your head and he nodded "then we'll start floor by floor" the moment You both stepped out of the elevator, you were suddenly aware of the many eyes on you and it made you feel very, very uncomfortable. It was like every person in the floor was staring at you and judging you.

Your gaze fell on the floor and you whispered to chuuya "is it just me or is everyone staring?" chuuya kept his eyes ahead, chuckling softly. He didn't need to look around the room to see what everyone was looking at. "don't worry. This is the first time the mafia is seeing their boss's partner. That's why they're all staring. They don't mean any harm" even though he said that, he still looked around the room once with his eyes cold and stern. And once was enough to make all the men look away.

You didn't notice when people stopped staring at you because you were already busy looking around the huge place. There were so many long hallways and even more doors that you were sure you'd get lost in here if you wander around alone. Every person around you stepped back as you walked past them. But thankfully you were distracted enough to pay them no mind.

"this is the security room" chuuya said stopping in front of a black door before opening it. You hummed leaning forward on your tiptoes to look at the dark room. The only light in there being the many monitors that showed each and every part of this building. "you can go inside" chuuya smiled as your eyes widened "I can?" he nodded "of course you can" he held the door open for you but before you could take a single step in, the men sitting inside were already standing up and bowing a full 90°. Ah they must have probably seen you with dazai through the cameras when you had entered the building. Your eyes widened even more and you hastily said "p-please continue your work!" before looking at chuuya who nodded chuckling softly and closed the door.

"let's not go inside any room from now" you look at him sheepishly and he nodded "as you wish" you had a feeling he was trying to be polite by now laughing at you.

The next half hour went by a blur. Walking around the building, with him showing you the various rooms. You actually managed to see the inside of their training room because it had glass doors instead of the black wooden ones. From the outside you could see various types of guns hanging on a wall and many men training. And After only seeing men on every floor, you were surprised and very happy to see a girl outside the training room. She was wearing a mask so you couldn't see her face but before you could stop yourself, you waved at her with an excited smile. Your smile softened when you saw her eyes widen for a moment before she shyly waved at you and bowed before entering the room.

"that was Gin" chuuya said as you both walked towards the elevator "gin?" you looked at him and he nodded "Gin akutagawa. She is Ryunosuke's sister" your eyes widen in recognition "I didn't know he has a sister. They seem completely opposite of each other " you smiled at the image of the two siblings "they are" chuuya replied shortly.

After walking around the building for another 10 minutes, you were starting to feel tired. You've been walking around since 40 minutes but there are still places left to see. It seems like chuuya noticed your pace getting slower and stopped before turning around and looking at you "are you feeling tired, y/n San?" you smiled slightly and nodded "a little" ''would you like some water?" chuuya asked pressing the button on his ear piece and you nodded again "yes some water would be great. Thank you" he gestured for you to follow him "this is the resting area. You can rest here for a while and then I can take you back to the boss's office" he told you before saying something in his ear piece.

You wanted to tell him that you were fine and that you can continue the tour but before you could say anything, you both heard a commotion from nearby. Chuuya's gaze snapped towards the voices and he looked at you for a second "please wait here for me y/n San. I'll be back in a second" you know that you're safe here. This building literally belongs to your boyfriend and all these men work for him. But still the idea of being left alone in between all these new faces made you a little uncomfortable so you shook your head and stood up "I'll come with you" he nodded and got in front of you. All this time he was walking besides you so you were confused as to why he suddenly got in front of you "I'd like You to stay behind me" all the warmth in his voice had disappeared and you recognized the coldness in his voice. You've heard it before when he's doing his job as dazai's bodyguard and second in command.

You followed him as he walked towards the direction where the voices were growing louder and louder, until you both reached what looked like a room made for holding different types of weapons. You peeked around chuuya to see a small group of men standing at the center of the room but your eyes widened when you saw him "dazai?" you whispered, a smile blooming on your face but it soon dropped when chuuya growled "what the fuck are you doing?" you realised that the words weren't directed to dazai but the man standing in front of him.

"y/n San don't come any closer" chuuya said without looking at you and rushed by dazai's side. Your nervousnsess seemed to grow when you sensed the tense atmosphere in the room. Dazai looked calm at once glance but if you looked closely you could see the coldness in his eyes as he raised a single hand "chuuya. Stand back" Chuuya's jaw clenched but he didn't argue and stood a step behind dazai.

"now" a shiver ran down your spin when his lips tugged up in a smile. Not the smile that he gives you. But a cold and humorless one. "why don't you continue?" his voice was calm when he spoke to the man in front of him and only then did you look at the unknown man. While dazai looked as calm as ever, the man in front of him seemed to be shaking with fear. You looked at dazai nervously when he took a step ahead, causing the man to step back "you were saying something weren't you? Cat caught your tongue?" his lips pulled up in a smirk and there was almost a pleasant glint in his eyes when the man opened his mouth to say something "you're crazy" he sneered causing an empty laugh to slip past dazai's lips "oh really? I wouldn't have known until you told me"

Suddenly your eyes caught the movement of the man's hand and your eyes widened when you noticed the shine of a knife in his belt. For some reason the only thing going in your mind was that you had to take dazai out of here. So your legs started moving before you could even comprehend it and you were already running towards him. The man stumbled back when you got in between him and dazai and you breathed shakily reaching up to cup his face "samu" you whispered, your thumb rubbing his cheek softly. You didn't know what you were feeling when his gaze fell on you. That cold and empty gaze looked at you for a moment before a smile pulled up on his lips. But that wasn't the same smile he gave you almost an hour ago. That smile was full of love and warmth but this one lacked both of those emotions.

Chuuya had pulled his gun out the moment you stepped in but you were too busy trying to find your dazai to notice that. Your eyes searched his and you felt his hand gracing your waist in a light, feathery touch. And then as you continued looking in his eyes, trying to find the same warmth, you realised with a sinking feeling that you weren't looking at your lover right now. You were looking at the most feared man in the city.

"sweetheart" he mumbled, his fingers digging in your skin slightly with his voice void of an emotion. He always calls you that so why did it feel so different right now? "go back to my office. I'll be there soon" he wasn't asking you. He was telling you to go back. But that didn't stop you from shaking your head. You needed to get him out of here. "come with me" you whispered with pleading eyes, gripping his coat and hoping that your dazai would come back.

Before he could say anything, you heard chuuya yell "oi!" and all of a sudden, your were in dazai's arms. His arm was wrapped around your waist tightly and you were pulled in his chest. Your heart was pounding when you looked up, noticing that every man standing in this room were pointing their gun at the man who was arguing with dazai. "d-dazai?" you called him turning your head back and a fearful gasp left your lips when you saw dazai gripping the sharp end of the knife with his bare hand. The knife that was inches away from touching you. You looked up at him, tears filling your eyes when you saw the blood dripping from his hand while the man holding the knife stumbled back with wide eyes "samu y-your hand-" he shushed you softly. Placing a hand on the back of your head, he pulled you in so that your face was hidden in his chest. Once he was sure that your vision was blocked, he kissed your head and mumbled the words that only you could hear "those pretty eyes were only made to look at beautiful things, angel. Not at these worthless and pathetic beings"

Because your vision was blocked, you couldn't see him flipping the knife around in his injured hand. But you heard the blood curdling scream that left that man's mouth when dazai raised his hand and stabbed straight above the man's heart. Your eyes widened and your hands trembled as you gripped his coat tightly at the same time another scream echoed the walls.

A cruel smile lifted dazai's lips as he twisted the knife in the man's flesh. His smile widening at the screams and cries of help. "you know" he mused digging the knife deeper "I would have loved to hear you talk, had you not made the mistake of thinking you could get away after trying to hurt my love" with that he pulled the knife out only to stab him again. A small whimper left your lips when you heard another scream. The one that caught your lover's attention even with all the screams and cries. It was as if your voice snapped him back from his deranged haze. He dropped the knife and looked at chuuya who nodded, ordering a few men to take away the body.

He rubbed the back of your head with his uninjured hand, mumbling "don't look back angel. I want you to only look at me. Do you understand?" your reply was a small nod as you slowly pulled back and looked up with teary eyes . His jaw clenched at the sight but he didn't said anything and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, walking towards the elevator. The whole way towards his office, you didn't say anything but your bottom lip trembled when your eyes caught the sight of his bloodied hand hanging by his side. Chuuya took a different elevator and followed you both at a distance as dazai guided you back to his office.

As you entered the room, you turned around and looked at chuuya, your voice coming out shaky "c-can I get a wet towel and a first aid kit please? " "right away" chuuya replied and you saw him speaking something in his ear piece just as the door fully closed. You didn't say anything as you took his good hand and guided him towards his desk but you felt his eyes on you the whole time. When a knock sounded, you rushed towards the door and opened it to find chuuya standing there with the things you asked for. Taking the kit and the small basket of wet towels from his hands, you whispered a small thank you and turned around not waiting for his reply.

Still chuuya nodded as the door fully closed, and he turned around, standing there on guard with his hands clasped behind him "no one is allowed to enter this floor until I say so" every guard in the hallway nodded before passing the order in their ear pieces.

You found dazai leaned against his desk, watching you silently as you stood in between his legs, holding his injured hand gingerly and started cleaning the blood off of it. He didn't as much as blink an eye but you felt your own getting teary when you saw the blood staining the whole towel. You exhaled shakily, treating the wound as gently as you could all the while avoiding his eyes.

He observed you silently. His sharp eyes not missing a single detail from your shaky hands to you avoiding looking at him. His looked away for a moment, his voice coming out eerily calm "are you scared of me?" your movements halted and you finally looked at him. Again, his face seemed calm but you didn't miss the subtle tense in his jaw and the many emotions swirling in his eyes. Holding his uninjured hand for a moment, you said "I'm not scared of you, Osamu" his gaze fell on you and he gently squeezed your hand "then why are you avoiding me?" he asked quietly and you looked down again, resuming yout work "i-i'm not'' you both know that was a lie.

Placing his pointer finger under your chin, he tilted your face up, mumbling "look at me angel" you were trying to avoid his eyes to stop yourself from crying. You didn't want to appear so weak in front of him but you couldn't help it. A single tear ran down your cheek and dazai pulled you to him swiftly, wrapping an arm around your shaking form "i-im sorry" you whimpered burying your face in his chest while dazai's brows furrowed "why are you apologizing? You've done nothing wrong sweetheart" he whispered, his hold around you tightening as he pressed multiple kisses on your head "y/n please don't cry" he buried his face in your hair, exhaling the sweet fragrance of your shampoo "y-you got hurt because of me" you pulled back slightly to look at him and wiped your tears, a smile almost pulling on your lips when you saw the visible confusion on his face "what do you mean I got hurt because of you?" his honey eyes stared in your own as he patiently waited for you to finish your sentence.

"well" you looked down "i-i feel like if I hadn't come in between, then you wouldn't have gotten hurt. It was silly of me. Chuuya and everyone else wouldn't have let you get hurt even if that man had tried to attack you. But because I came in between.." you trailed off fiddling with the buttons of his coat. He tched shaking his head with a small sigh and made you look at him "angel I didn't get hurt because of you. That shit head was thinking about swinging his little knife at me before you were there too" your eyes widened at his words "y-you knew he was thinking about hurting you?" a raspy chuckle left his lips as he nodded, taking your hand and pressing soft kisses on your fingers "of course I did" he mumbled "then why didn't you move away? O-or-" he cut you off with a small smile "because thinking and doing are two different things, doll. He was thinking about it. He wanted to do it but he couldn't. He didn't have the guts to stab the boss so he decided to be a fucking coward and tried to hurt you thinking he'd have a chance to escape" his eyes darkened at the last sentence and his arms wrapped around your form, pulling you in his deep embrace again.

You hugged him back, noticing all the tension leaving his body as he relaxed against you. His voice much more soft now "you didn't hurt me angel. You'll never hurt me. So stop worrying that pretty little head, you hear me?" you nodded pressing a soft kiss on his jaw "Samu?" he hummed nuzzling his face in your neck causing you to giggle softly as you placed one hand on his shoulder while the other stayed wrapped around him "what did that man do? Y-you looked angry when I got there" you asked hesitantly not knowing if he'll even answer it or not. He has told you many times before that the less you know, the safer you will be. But there are only rare times when dazai truly gets angry. So you couldn't help yourself but ask.

He sighed tiredly and pulled back a little to cup your face with one hand "we found out that there were a few spies in the mafia" your eyes widened at that "chuuya had managed to find every one of them expect one person" "you knew that man was the spy?" he nodded looking proud at how quick you catch on "I had my doubts but I didn't want to risk him running away so I stayed quiet until my doubts were cleared. When he saw me he got flustered and you know a flustered human will always make mistakes. He didn't have any chance of escaping so he started babbling nonsense" he didn't want to tell you that the nonsense he was speaking, included you. He was already planning on how to make him see hell on earth but you gave him a quick death by coming in between. He wasn't mad at you about it. If anything, it made him realise the difference between you and him once again. While he's out here killing people, you're saving them without even knowing. And a quick death wasn't known as a punishment in his books.

He noticed you've gone quiet again as you absentmindedly played with the locks of his hair "sweetheart" you looked at him questioningly, his hands a little desperate as he pulled you in "tell me I didn't scare you" you smiled softly cupping his face and leaned forward until your lips brushed against his "I'm not scared of you, Samu. You didn't scare me. I was just a little... I can't find the right word for it but I'm not scared of you" he looked at you quietly for a moment before exhaling and pulling you back in his arms "I love you" he mumbled kissing the side of your head and you smiled "I love you too samu"

After a few moments of him holding you, you turned around in his arms so that your back was pressed against his chest and his one arm was wrapped around your waist . He watched you silently as you gently cradled his bandaged hand close to your chest "does it hurt?" you whispered and he could only manage a small shake of his head as he felt his heart skipping a beat when you raised his hand to your lips and pressed a soft kiss on his knuckles.

He knows what you were feeling. The emotion you couldn't name and neither could he to be honest. He was damaged since the early age of 14 so blood and gore didn't have any effect on him. Catching and punishing spies wasn't any surprise either. But this was the first time you, his precious angel witnessed something like this. And he was mad at himself for every letting you see something like this. When he was walking you to his office, he was convinced that he had scared you. That you will start hating him after seeing the side of him that he desperately wanted to hide. That this morning was the last time he was able to see your sweet smile. So imagine how he must have felt when you still welcomed him with open arms. When you still kissed him and heard him and held him with that smile and gentle warmth.

As he saw you softly caressing his injured hand, he wondered how you can treat him with the same love and affection after witnessing his true side. Holding you again was another thing. He was terrified that he won't ever be able to see you and your warm smile again. It scared him more than he expected. And this was the first time his expectations had gone wrong but he was so glad they did went wrong. Because he fell for you all over again. He loved you a little more than yesterday and he held you just a little tighter as you kissed his cheek, asking if you both can go home now.

Home. He never thought he would have a place that he could call home but here he was, letting you decorate his lifeless penthouse with your yellow cushions and curtains and flower pots and what not.

Smiling softly, he nodded, holding you just for a second more before pressing a deep kiss on your lips.

"let's go home, sweetheart"

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zhonglisbeloved · 4 months

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Dazai Osamu; Guns

I'm back bitches, sorry I disappeared ya girl is a bit unstable /lh

this is so shit lol. knife play with Chuuya next? <3

afab reader x PM!Dazai Osamu

Warnings: NSFW content below, gun play, degradation, choking on a gun, crying due to pleasure

you're not entirely sure how you ended up in this situation, but that doesn't really matter. the thought leaves your head as soon as it enters because your entire focus is on how Dazai's tongue lapped at your dripping cunt greedily. his hands were gripping your inner thighs tightly as he kept them from closing.

taste so good baby, keep your legs open just like that he groaned against your cunt, sending vibrations to your core making you whimper. his ministrations on your pussy are merciless as he makes you cum for the nth time, your legs shook as you came, your juices covering his lips as he lapped them up too, overstimulating you and thrusting his tongue up your hole.

suddenly, he pulls back and you hear some clicking noises. you open your eyes, still in a daze only to see Dazai emptying his gun, but he makes sure that the barrel has one bullet in it.

what are you-

shh~ shut up whore he chuckles and cuts you off before closing the barrel and shoving the gun up your wet, gaping hole. a gasp leaves your mouth as your eyes roll back, he fucks the gun up in your cunt at a fast pace making you lose your mind, especially because it was loaded and nothing was stopping him from pulling the trigger.

what a slut, getting off on my gun? bet you want one more down your throat too baby he chuckled sadistically, you whined and nodded your head, your legs spread further at the thought, mouth dropping open and tongue lolling out.

please- mh- anghh you whimpered, all coherent thoughts and words thrown out the window.

he grabs another one of his, probably fully loaded guns and stuffs it down your throat, the taste of metal fills your mouth making you gag. tears form in your eyes and flow due to the pleasure coursing through your body.

his hands move skillfully, thrusting the guns up your hole and down your mouth at a pace that had your legs shaking as you writhed and held them open for him.

please- 'samu want your cock~ you whined needily, turning your mouth to the side to breathe, avoiding the gun, and sniffing through the tears of pleasure. he scoffs and gently slaps your cheek with the gun before laughing mockingly. he then puts the guns aside before sitting on the bed and manspreading. his huge cock was straining against his pants, go on then, suck it he said nonchalantly with a smirk.

you wasted no time and shakily scrambled to get on your knees in front of him, you undid the button and pulled his pants and boxers down, revealing the huge fat cock, veins bulging and tip dripping with precum. your mouth watered and you quickly took it down your throat, holding it there, your nose touching his lower abdomen when suddenly you felt something cold at your forehead,

if you stop, I'll shoot

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chuuyrr · 4 months

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ SANTA DOESN'T KNOW YOU LIKE I DO — DAZAI OSAMU ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

𐙚₊ CW(s): f! reader, exes to lovers, angst to fluff/comfort, christmas/holiday setting, he still calls you pet names like baby, love, and sweetheart

𐙚₊˚⊹ SYNOPSIS: underneath the twinkling christmas lights, you and osamu embrace the promise of a love rekindled

𐙚₊ NOW PLAYING: santa doesn't know you like i do by sabrina carpenter && new years day by taylor swift ᝰ.ᐟ

in the heart of yokohama, where the winter winds whispered secrets and the city adorned itself in festive lights, you find yourself wandering around in a deep sigh, clutching yourself with your coat adorning you.

the city exuded warmth, and the scent of roasted chestnuts, gingerbread, and an open fire from christmas markets and stores mingled with the laughter of children and adults enjoying the holidays.

as you strolled through the festive scene, you couldn't escape the echoes of your shared past with dazai.

you then stop in front of a familiar bar which was decorated with bright christmas lights and wreaths, and at that moment, you find yourself lost in a sea of memories, reminiscing about the shared moments with osamu, before the inevitable drift that led to your breakup.

among those recollections, two particular scenes painted themselves vividly in your mind, haunting yet bittersweet.

one memory that lingered like a gentle melody was the night you and osamu ventured into the same dimly lit bar, saying that you two deserve a treat.

the air hummed with the soulful tunes of saxophones and pianos as you two nestled into a corner booth. the ambient glow cast a warm aura, reflecting in dazai's brown sugar eyes as you and him clinked glasses of your high-ball whiskeys, toasting to the beauty of the night.

your laughter resonated with the rhythm of the music, creating a symphony of shared joy. osamu, with his enigmatic smile, leaned in to whisper secrets that only you could understand amidst the jazz-infused atmosphere.

it was a night where time seemed to suspend, and your connection deepened through the language of music, laughter, and stories which lead to a shared kiss that became your first.

another memory that tugged at the corners of your heart was the night you spent at osamu's apartment. the air was thick with familiarity as you found solace in the haven he had crafted, even if it was quite empty and rather mininalist, considering how he didn't have much.

either way, you and osamu talked about everything and nothing, the conversation weaving effortlessly between trivialities and profound truths—some even about his day at work, how annoying working on reports was. you even find yourself dancing with him around his kitchen in the middle of the night.

as that night unfolded, osamu's clothes became a comforting embrace, wrapping you in the scent of familiarity. wearing his oversized shirt, you found a sense of closeness, a tangible reminder of the intimacy you once shared.

the cityscape outside his window faded into the background as you and him reveled in the simplicity of being together in his futon, you in his warm embrace, head tucked beneath his chin as you lay on his chest, and he hummed a peacefully melody with his fingers running through your hair to lull you.

the quiet hum of his apartment became a sanctuary in those stolen hours, and even he thought it became a place he could call home when it was previously simply a scarcely filled space, and now it felt more than that. that is, until the fall arrived.

it was a night where the barriers between you and him melted away, leaving only the echoes of whispered confessions of "i love yous" and sweet nothings, along with the soft rustle of borrowed clothes.

now, you stand alone with the weight of these memories, you couldn't help but wonder if those moments were fragments of a love that had slipped through your fingers.

the bar and the borrowed clothes became artifacts of a time when you and osamu reveled in the magic of each other's company, a magic that time, circumstances, and perhaps your own choices had dimmed.

and still, you held onto those memories, recognizing them as delicate fragments of a past that was, in its own way, a testament to the beauty of what you two once had.

the air was crisp, and the city bustled with the festive energy of the holiday season, and you were about to turn away from the bar only to walk and bump into a familiar figure.

there, in the midst of the bustling crowd, stood dazai, and time seemed to freeze for an instant as your eyes met his ever same, warm brown sugar eyes, and the weight of unspoken words lingered in the air—a moment suspended in the delicate dance between past and present.

"osamu," you murmur softly, the name escaping your lips almost as a reflex. his gaze, once distant, softened with a recognition that mirrored your own.

a tentative smile played on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the shared history that bounds you both, "hey, fancy meeting you here," he remarks, his voice carrying the hint of a memory you both couldn't escape.

as the crowd flowed around you and dazai, you find yourself standing in a pocket of stillness, a space where the weight of your past lingered.

"what are you doing out here? looking for presents, dear?" dazai strikes a conversation, but you can tell he seemed to be trying to hold himself back. you can tell he was very much ecstatic to see you again despite before.

"no, i was just going for a walk," you respond, rubbing your arm as you blink softly at him.

"just going for a walk this holiday, huh?" he narrows his eyes, a small chuckle escaping his breath, and his gaze soon draws towards the bar where you two would go for a drink, dine, and date.

like a canvas of unread stories, his eyes then hold, a mix of emotions, "funny how memories have a way of catching up with us," he replies, his gaze tracing the invisible threads that connected your past to this chance encounter.

"you know, sometimes, i do wonder if our memories are trying to tell us something," dazai muses, his words resonating with a quiet introspection as you two stood there, grappling with the unspoken question of what these chance encounters meant.

dazai's eyes, once filled with the mischievous sparkle that characterized him, now furrows in a subtle frown as he observed your quiet and somewhat awkward demeanor. the cheerful and festive background chatter of the city around you seemed to fade, leaving only the palpable tension between you and him.

"so," dazai began, a playful lilt in his voice as if attempting to break the uneasy silence, "you've become the epitome of quiet contemplation, i see. is this a new tactic to throw off my deductive skills?" his words were accompanied by a teasing smile, a familiar attempt to coax you into banter.

however, your response remained trapped in the awkwardness that seemed to have enveloped you. reminiscing memories had resurrected emotions that you struggled to articulate, and the weight of unspoken words hung in the air.

his playful demeanor faded slightly, replaced by a genuine concern mirrored in the subtle downturn of his lips. "heh, you're usually more... animated," he mutters, his gaze searching for clues in the quietness that now defined you.

"i guess i've changed, dazai," you mumble, attempting to offer an explanation for the unspoken shift in your dynamic. the words, however, felt inadequate, like leaves carried away by the wind before they could settle.

dazai's eyebrows knit together in a mild frustration, especially when you no longer address him as such, "change, my love, is a curious thing. but this quiet version of you doesn't quite suit the narrative i had in mind," he teases, yet the tease carried an undercurrent of genuine curiosity.

as he continued to speak, the air between you two seemed to thicken with unspoken tension. his attempts at light banter fell against the backdrop of my quiet contemplation, creating a dissonance that neither of you anticipated.

a sigh escapes him, a subtle acknowledgment of the unforeseen awkwardness, "i thought we could maybe reminisce and laugh about old times, but it seems like i've stumbled upon a different scene altogether," his frown deepening.

in that moment, the vulnerability beneath dazai's usual charm became apparent. the frown on his face reflected not just confusion but a genuine longing for the familiarity, the connection that once flowed effortlessly between the two of you.

"hey, since we're already in front of the bar we used to frequent, do you mind sharing a drink with me tonight?" he asked, his tone carrying a mix of nostalgia and vulnerability.

your eyes widen a bit in shock. you know you shouldn't, but it just feels so right to say,

"no, i don't mind at all."

memories of laughter, music, and stolen glances resurfaced, painting a vivid scene against the backdrop of the night in the bar of cozy glow of christmas lights and laughter and merriment, yet the weight of those moments hanging in the air.

dazai's gaze became more introspective, his words chosen with care as the two of you sat together by the bar on the cushioned stools with your usual high-ball whiskeys.

"you know, i've been doing a lot of thinking lately, about us and everything that happened," he starts quietly after taking a sip from his drink, "there are words left unsaid, and i think it's time to address them."

as dazai spoke, a rare sincerity colored his voice, unraveling the layers of complexity that often shrouded his emotions, and the night now became a stage for a conversation that held the potential for healing.

"i suppose so," you say back quietly as you swirl your drink around, holding it by the rim and making the ice cube clink against the glass.

you turn to look at dazai, and you see him a take a deep breath as he places his hands in the pocket of his sandy brown coat.

"i want to say sorry," dazai continues, his eyes searching yours for a reaction, "sorry for the moments i let slip away, for the words i said and didn't say, and for the distance that grew between us, and i never meant for it to end like that.."

the rare vulnerability in his admission hung in the air, a bridge between the past and the present. the ambiance of the bar now stood witness to a moment of genuine confession.

"and i miss you," dazai confesses, his gaze never leaving yours, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice, "i miss the laughter, the shared silences, and the way you understood the chaos within me, and if i can be completely honest, i still love you."

the weight of those words settled in the air, carrying with them the echoes of a love that had weathered storms and yet lingered in the recesses of the past. the quietness between you two even seemed to amplify the significance of the moment, as if the universe itself conspired to create a space for the honesty that had long been overdue.

your heart, a mosaic of emotions, responded to his words, caught between the scars of the past and the possibility of a future rewritten.

you, too, couldn't deny the resonance between you and him, "i guess, christmas has a way of making even the coldest hearts nostalgic," you say in a quiet giggle, your gaze meeting his.

the chilly night seemed to warm however.

"i'm sorry too. i'm sorry for giving up on us," you sigh, taking sip of your drink for liquid courage as the unspoken words became spoken now, "i just, it felt like there was no other way, and that this is for the best for us, osamu."

"you called me osamu again," a smile now tugs on his lips, his eyes lighting up with hope.

"oh, shut up," a smile, too, breaks on your face but you sigh softly once more as you look at him once more, "but i mean every word, osamu."

"i know you do, sweetheart," dazai says with a nod before he raises his glass to you.

"yeah," you hum softly as your raise the glass in return to his, toasting to him.

amidst the snowflakes and the soft glow of christmas lights outside, dazai and you find yourselves in the midst of an unexpected reunion, the chilly air echoed with warm memories, and beneath the twinkling stars.

this festive season really had a peculiar way of unraveling emotions, and as you crossed paths with dazai and it was evident that the connection between you two was more than a mere coincidence.

after a heartfelt conversation of unspoken words between you two with a few drinks at the bar, dazai offered to take you back to your place since it was quite late despite the holidays.

however, in a quiet corner just near your place, away from the laughter and merriment, dazai's eyes met yours as he walked right by your side.

"what is it?" you ask, looking up at him.

a subtle smirk plays on his lips as he pauses his tracks, and so do you, "you know, santa doesn't know you like i do."

it was a statement layered with memories of shared secrets and intimate moments.

as you exchanged glances, the familiarity of your history danced between you two, like a delicate snowfall. you genuinely smile nonetheless at his words, "maybe we've been on the naughty list for too long," you teased, a hint of nostalgia in your voice.

dazai took a step closer, his hand reaching for yours, "and santa may not understand us, but perhaps we can rewrite our story," he suggests, his gaze holding a sincerity that transcended the mask of indifference he often wore, "yeah?"

surrounded by the symphony of the season, you can't help but feel a little emotional as a genuine smile tugs on your lips as you nod and whisper, "yeah."

the clock struck midnight, time reaches its crescendo, and the world around you both seemed to pause in reverence to the magic of christmas, and just like that, coincidentally beneath the mistletoe that was hanging on the street light, his arms wrap around you and pulls you to him.

dazai's lips then meets yours in a kiss that spoke in volumes—a reunion of past and present, a bridge between shared memories and the promise of a love rediscovered.

as you two pull away, breathless, the quiet acknowledgment between you two lingered in the cold air of christmas eve. snow falls as he leans in again, and dazai holds you in his embrace like he always does.

"merry christmas, my sweet girl. i love you," dazai softly whispers in your ear before planting a kiss on your cheek this time around.

𐙚₊ A.N.: advanced merry christmas from yours truly my lovelies ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ hope ya'll enjoy this christmas dazai fic i cooked in the kitchen—this is also my first time writing an exes to lovers fic, especially with dazai, so yeah !!

𐙚₊ TAGGING: @anqelically (here's ur food <3), && @dazaiyohane @lovedazai @osaemu (my dazai lover moots too ofc hehe, i think you guys will like this- ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ )

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bsdawgz · 4 months

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「 ✦ Selfish ✦ 」 Bungo Stray Dogs, Port Mafia: Dazai Osamu

a/n: hiiii h i hii! my first fic in god FOUR years??? i have never written for BSD before... but i'm excited to be a part of this community and get back into the ff writing scene and get to know everyone! i hope you will accept me as a part of ur community & that i can learn from everyone *__* onto the fic!

this takes place (s2 spoiler!) after oda's death while dazai is in port before he quits to join the detective agency. reader is female.

genre: angst and da nasty, f!reader

content: dazai is a meanie to you :((( meaningless sex, no aftercare, toxic and unrequited feelings, it's giving emotionally unavailable guy from tinder that you can't help but run to oops?

**minors DNI** cunnilingus & later he's a bit rough with you during sex

why is he so selfish? is it not so selfish to act this way? a girl like you in the port mafia head’s bedroom. shouldn’t you be with some do-gooder? you know dazai isn’t going to be your boyfriend, right? no matter how right you treat him?

he’s not going to say the words, ‘i love you,’ and the warmth you feel in his arms is lost in his eyes. leaning against his desk, dazai absent-mindedly uncloaks his jacket, staring out the apartment window that looks over yokohama. there’s a certain solemnity in his gaze, something that you can never read. these days, dazai feels more and more distant – even more than before.

you approach him from the doorway. gingerly, your fingertips graze his hand, which is idling on some papers on his desk. you touch him, and he doesn’t move, not even an inch, his hand limp and cold against yours. no, don’t touch me, he feels an urge to say. the thought even surprises him, though he understands the impulse. now that odasaku’s gone and died, this body of his suddenly feels dirty. he remembers oda’s words.

don’t touch me, dazai thinks to himself. he aches at your touch. but he relents. sighs into your touch, even.

“dazai, what’s wrong?”

his lips turn down slightly in a frown at your inquiry, eyes clouded over in thought. it’s only a moment. barely noticeable, though your keen eye observes it. then he chirps up, “well well, shall we get to it?” he brushes you aside completely. there it is again, that facade of his that comes so naturally it’s got everyone fooled… almost everyone, anyway. he turns around with that smile on his face. that fake smile of his that’s always bothered you. that smile haunts you.

dazai’s fingers find your waist, his hand settling on the small of your back. now, it’s you who wants to push him away.

he never answers your questions – he just leaves you in the shadow like the others.

“you said you have a treat for me, yes? you know i don’t like to wait for these kind of things~” he hums, looking at you devilishly. “now, how about we get right to it?”

this is always how it goes.

now his breath is hot on your neck, his voice a whisper in your ear. his grip on your hips tighten.

“dazai–” you gasp, suddenly becoming weak for him as he corners you into the desk. why is he so selfish? he thinks to himself again. he knows he’s being selfish. but he can’t help it. your body is warm, and his is so very cold. he wants to steal your warmth and keep it all to himself.

“ah-ha, don’t act so surprised now,” he teases, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth. “this is what you want, right?” he pulls back again to make sure, a grin on his face. “or am i mistaken?” he’s not wrong – your little rendezvous at his apartment always start and end like this. you can never resist him. you feel your defenses lower. you want his defenses to lower for you, too.

but you know he’s not going to say the words, ‘i love you,’ and the warmth you feel in his arms is lost in those cold, unfeeling eyes.

why are you like this? you’re wondering to yourself. you know you’re being naïve again. why are you just like the others? you can’t stop comparing yourself to them, the countless imaginary women in your head. the thought of them makes you feel so helpless, so angry. when you relent to his touch like this, when you let him hold you like this, it feels so wrong. how many women has daza touched? how many girls has he brought here? did they all feel this way? do their hearts pound like yours? ache like yours?

“dazai…” your voice is weak. your voice is a whisper.

your voice is full of want.

your voice is full of need.

“i like it when you say my name,” he murmurs softly against your earlobe, his voice sending a shiver down your spine, a flippant grin forming on his lips as he brushes your hair to the side. you know just what comes next… and you’re not going to fight it, either.

his fingers travel up your body, then he grasps your neck in his hands. he teases the tender skin with his tongue, languidly licking along the side before finally taking you into his mouth and sucking gently. rougher, but never rough enough to leave a mark. he knows better than to mark you. you’re not his, and he’s not yours.

your head is spinning. your hand immediately goes for his pants, but he pushes you aside. “not yet –” slender fingers grab a hold of your waist and hoist you up to the table. “– face fuck me first.” he says it so casually and deadpan, it catches you off guard and makes your cheeks flush red. then he kneels before you and suddenly smirks up, some playful glint in his eye as he chuckles to himself, leaving you at a complete loss for words. dazai’s always like this, completely unreadable and unpredictable.

large hands travel up your skirt, smoothing the skin of your thighs. his gaze is full of wanton heat, full of lust, as his wandering fingers toy with the garter of your panties before slowly pulling your underwear down your legs. you shiver quietly and look away. “ah, embarrassed, are you?” he quirks his eyebrow, looking up at you deviously. no matter how much you’ve done this, you can’t help but feel flustered every single time. as you avert your gaze once again, he protests with a loud, exaggerated sigh. “uh-uh, eyes on me or i won’t do it at all. you want to watch, don’t you~?”

pulling you closer to him, he presses you to his eager lips. his tongue is warm and wet, and it knows you all too well from nights spent wrapped in his bandaged arms. you gasp at the sudden heat that envelops you, finding your hands suddenly tangled in his soft brown hair. he moans quietly against you, letting you know he enjoys your pleasure just as much, his fingers digging deep into the fat of your thighs. you try not to look but end up peeking at him only to meet his gaze, staring up at you shamelessly as he eats you, his saliva and your arousal smeared across his lips. soon enough, you feel his fingers penetrating you, one finger at first then two and three; he’s preparing you for him. you want him – “please… dazai… dazai…” his name is all you know, a quiet prayer on your lips. this man will be the end of you.

without saying a word, he suddenly grabs you again and tosses you on the bed with a reckless thud. you hear him shuffle through the desk for a condom, then he flips you onto your knees and pushes you into the mattress nonchalantly, like you’re no one at all. he doesn’t bother to take off the rest of your clothes or even his; he just unzips and lifts your skirt again, hands roughly grabbing a hold of your ass, then you feel the tip pressing flush against your entrance. “i’m gonna put it in now,” he says callously, not an ounce of feeling in his voice.

you’re so wet that it takes no time for you to stretch for him. he chuckles from behind you, an empty laugh. “i guess you enjoyed?” he teases, “you’re basically begging for it at this point.

reaching out to stroke your hair, dazai’s touch is gentle and almost loving as he lets the tendrils slip delicately through his fingertips. there it is again, you think to yourself as you feel a pang in your heart. that wretched touch that’s so achingly sweet it confuses you. there’s always that sudden switch up with, fleeting moments where he’s a different person. but it’s only an instance. he presses himself inside of you with a shaky breath, pushing you into the mattress roughly, and you find yourself in reality again. you don’t face each other. instead, you bury your face into the bed as he pulls you against him again and again and again until you forget all about that moment.

it’s better than way, you think to yourself. sometimes looking into his eyes is too confusing.

…

after all’s done, there’s nothing but silence between the two of you. dazai’s at his desk organizing some papers, and you’re sitting on the bed trying to collect yourself as the feeling of shame overtakes you. another night spent in this mysterious man’s bed, knowing you’re in love with someone who you can’t possibly ever have. as usual, you’re the first to break the silence. no point in asking him any more questions, or trying to make conversation. you’ve learned your place. “i should probably go,” you say.

dazai looks up at you for a second, almost disappointed, as though he were expecting you to ask him for more. it’s a rare instance of hesitation that surprises even him. “you can stay if you want,” he says flawlessly, acting it was a normal thing for him to ask you to stay in the middle of the day, for no reason at all. it catches you off guard, but the way that it comes out so naturally has you convincing yourself that the pause meant nothing. after all, what would dazai want with you? dazai is the head of port mafia. you are no one to him.

“didn’t you say there was something you wanted to give me?” he asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

oh, that explains it all.

“oh, that — i, uh... i totally forgot,” you lie through your teeth. he looks almost disappointed, this time visibly frowning. but he perks up in no time.

“ah-ha, you’re so scatterbrained,” he says cheerfully, ruffling your hair. his words are followed by the emptiest laugh.

“next time?”

but dazai’s not there anymore. “right,” he says plainly, but he knows there is no next time. right, he’s being selfish, he thinks to himself. there’s no point in this at all.

you smile as best as you can, then the two of you wave farewell. as you walk down the steps of his apartment, you crumple an envelope in your hands, the reason you came in the first place, to deliver a letter you’d written weeks ago.

dazai:

i can’t see you anymore. it hurts to.

i can’t understand you at all.

i couldn’t tell you face to face because i knew i would cry.

i’m sorry i’m selfish.

you brought your hand to your mouth, suppressing the sob that was about to escape you. in your heart, somehow, you knew you couldn’t stop seeing him. his touch, his hands, his warmth, his scent. the way that he kissed you; the way that he fucked you. that lost look in his eyes. no, you could never leave him - for it’s become all too routine to you now.

what does he dream about? what does he smile about? what does he cry about? why do these things matter so much to you?

with these thoughts in your mind, you let your arms fall limply to your side and tossed the envelope into the garbage as you walked mindlessly from his apartment, the bitter taste of dazai’s tongue still on your lips.

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bobattea · 11 months

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can you do Dazai with an extremely touch starved reader, like they will shiver just from a poke, can be smut or not.

Hope you have a good day ♥️

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x Touch Starved!Reader

Warnings: brief mentions of abuse, language

Word count:1341

A/n: I decided to give the reader a touch activated gift to add to the reason why they are touch starved. I hope I gave it justice

Human beings are designed to be touched. To seek it out regardless of how they do so, like a child who has fallen and craves the comfort of their mothers touch but not you, no not you especially with your ability no one is safe from your touch so you avoid it completely.

You never got the comfort you needed growing up, your parents held you once just to show face at the hospital to prove you were all one big happy family then left you to fend for yourself to forever longing for the feeling of another person. They didn’t do this to your siblings just you, it was like they could sense something was wrong with you. They all wouldn’t go near you with good reason of course that's what you tell yourself, your ability was an abomination and they’d never let you forget it. It was the last day you had ever received any kindness.

It was an accident you were playing with one of your siblings an innocent game of tig and tag and it was your turn to be it. You chased them around the garden for ages before you got within arms length and barely placed a whole hand on their shoulder before they hit the ground and didn't wake up. You remember screaming and crying for them to wake up, your parents cursing you and that was the day you were isolated from anyone and everyone.

****

Here you are sitting in a corner of the room at the Armed Detective Agency avoiding all close contact from any of your colleagues, well they really aren’t colleagues more like people who are watching you. They were tasked with keeping you safe but you weren’t sure who from exactly.

‘Ranpo is by the window picking out sweets…one…two…’ you follow the pattern of everyone in the room. ‘Jun’ichirô is on the computer beside Kunikida who is writing in his notebook’ so far no one is coming close. That is good. ‘Atsushi is moving…this way? He’s talking? What’s he saying? Getting closer…closer.’

“Stay away!” You stand up abruptly knocking your seat over gaining everyone’s attention to you. ‘Uh oh’ you make a beeline for the door, your anxiety taking over but a taller figure is blocking the escape route. At this point you are in the middle of the room with too many eyes on you and if everyone moved slightly you’d feel everyone even if they weren’t exactly next to you. Too suffocating and too overwhelming.

“Hey N/N~”

‘Move out the way…please’ as though he read your mind the doorway was clear and you bolt out of it and down the hall.

“What happened?” Dazai looked in the direction you ran off in, everyone looked just as concerned.

“I don’t know, I went to go talk to them and then they freaked out? I had barely left my desk” Atsushi rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe I scared them by moving too quickly.”

“That seems unlikely.” Ranpo spoke up from his box of snacks. “It’s obvious that they haven’t been around so many people and crowds make them uncomfortable.”

“I agree, Y/n’s been here for about a week and neither of us get within arms length of them. Especially with their ability we don’t know much about it.” Dazai adds.

Truth be told you knew your sudden outburst was uncalled for, Astushi wasn’t near you but you couldn’t take chances. If anyone comes near you your body seizes up, you can feel their body heat through your own clothes causing your skin to feel like it’s on fire and you want nothing more than to tear it off. It’s a gross feeling when someone gets too close.

‘Blue car…black car…bird flying to the left… What's he doing here?’ You move to the right completely avoiding his hand as it reaches out to touch you from behind.

“Found you~” Dazai gives you a toothy grin as you take a few steps backwards. “I was wondering how long it was gonna take you to figure out I was here, how did you know?”

You point to his hand “your body heat, I make note of everything that goes past me; cars, birds even people so I can avoid them. I’m very aware of my surroundings and you are no exception” You answered “please don’t get too close…I can-t”

“Can’t what? Afraid you’ll put me to sleep?” He mused.

“What!? No! You’ll die if you touch me!” You crossed your arms and looked at Dazai with an annoyed expression.

“Have you been able to conclude that anyone actually died from your touch.”

‘This isn’t a question.’

“They all fall to the ground and don’t get up. safe to say they are dead..” you look down at the ground in shame. “They even told me so.” You recall your parents shouting at you that you had killed your sibling, the venom in their voices makes your ears bleed and skin crawl.

“Who?”

“I don’t want to talk about it! Just please don’t touch me! I’m begging you for your own safety.” You look around for a way to leave again but if you try you would get too close to him. Dazai knows this and to ease your mind he takes a step back and moves out of your way but after that he doesn’t move he just listens to your footsteps as you leave. You see, Dazai might know more about your own ability than you do. He always knows how to get his hands on things, a little more of his own research and he has all the info he needs.

Dazai respects you really and your boundaries but he needs you to know that you don’t need to be scared of the slightest movement from someone and what he’s about to do might be unforgiving but if it proves anything to you then it was worth it.

“Y/n wait.” You listen and turn to look at him in confusion. “Allow me once to prove something to you, you can trust me.” No one has ever asked you to trust them. You were a little worried by what he was about to do.

‘He’s taking a step forward…two..three..run! Move away! Why won't you move!’ your eyes widen with each step he takes, all instincts point to running away and your breath feels like it's caught in your chest you can't without it hurting slightly. Your mind is fighting your body on this one you want to give him a chance, you want to trust him. You watch his hand and you go to move slightly back the switch between looking at him and his hand.

“It's okay.” Dazai was really close, closer than you had let anyone get before it's overwhelming and the anticipation is killing you at this point. He places his hand on your cheek. It is gentle and warm yet you still freeze and your breath is hitched in your throat. It feels like the world has stopped moving. His touch was…comforting? You’ve never felt that feeling before and he’s still alive?

“How?” Your voice was small and he smiled.

“I never explained my ability, it nullifies other abilities when I come into contact with them so I'm safe and the others will be too.” You tilt your head at his comment. “You were lied to about how your ability works, you don't kill people with your touch, you simply put them down for a nap.” Your body relaxes, they lied to you? Where was your sibling really? If that's how your ability works, they abused you for nothing? Your eyes well up with tears, all that pain and suffering for nothing.

Dazai didn't want to push your boundaries more than he already has. You already did so well with trusting him with this.

“Hey it's okay, you did so well. We’ll take it one step at a time.” He assures you as you nod your head and wipe your tears

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lotomber · 5 months

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Scared to be lonely!

Pairing: Dazai x GN! reader

Synopsis: After an argument with dazai you left the apartment but you were attacked by an enemy!

Warning: Angst, gunshots, wounds, mentions of bleeding, comfort in the end!

Word count: ~770

You knew your boyfriend worked for the mafia but you still loved him and he also loved you. However it didn't gave him the right to flirt with other people behind your back under the pretext of information collecting. It was the third time this week you saw him with someone else flirting and getting all touchy with. You couldn't hold it back anymore and lashed at him when he returned to your apartment. You both got into an argument and it didn't helped it when he said that you were just making something out of nothing. You were hurt moreover you were furious at him, so you just grabbed your coat, wallet, phone and left the apartment. You just went walking around the streets without a destination in mind. You were too engrossed in your thoughts that it took you a while to notice that someone had been following you since you left. You started running to a crowded place to lose him but he pulled out a gun and started shooting at you. You managed to escape and hide at nearby warehouse but you got shot in your abdomen. The wound wasn't deep but it was bleeding a lot. You wanted to call Dazai but you dropped your phone while running and the guy who attacked you was still somewhere outside.

On the other end Dazai was still waiting for you to return it had been hours since you left and you weren't even responding to his calls and texts, it had been worrying him a lot so he went out to look for you. He knew all the places you go when you want to clear your mind or when you were stressed but instead of you what he found was your phone in a desolate alleyway and some signs of gunshots. He instantly understood what happened and it worried him to death. He called his men to surround the entire area and look for you. He didn't even wanted to think about the worst case scenario. In a while his men caught the assailant who attacked you, he was the last surviving member of a gang Dazai eliminated and he wanted revenge on him, so he found out about your relationship with Dazai and decided to target you. After he was caught Dazai ordered to not kill him and take him to the HQ basement's torture chambers that he will personally deal with him. Well what waited him was probably worst than death but Dazai's concern right now was you. He was still searching high and low but soon in an alleyways he found a trail of blood leading to a warehouse. He immediately rushed to found you there hiding behind some crates. You lost quite some blood and were slowly losing consciousness yet the only thing you could think about was Dazai. As soon as Dazai saw you he rushed to your aid, he looked like he would burst into tears any moment and he was trying to say something but you couldn't hear it as you soon fell unconscious in his arms.

After that you don't how much time had passed, all you remember was the darkness which engulfed you and voice of someone crying. you knew that voice very well it belonged to the man you loved with your heart. Soon after you opened your eyes to see you were in a hospital room, and Dazai was there besides you holding your hand firmly. "D..Dazai?" you tried calling out to him but your voice came out hoarse and weak. As soon as he noticed that you were awake he started apologizing to you, his eyes looked red and puffy probably like he had been crying for a while.

"I'm sorry [name]. i'm really sorry. I shouldn't have let you go like that it's all because of me that you..."

"No I'm also sorry Dazai I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that."

"No it's all cause I was stupid and I knew what I did hurted you but I still dismissed your feelings." he was trying his best not to cry in front you but you noticed it.

"Y'know when I was shot it hurted a lot but still all I could think about was you. I regretted how I stormed out and that if died there I won't able to see you again, hear your voice again and apologize to you cause I really love you samu."

"I also love you a lot [name] so just please don't ever leave my side cause you're my only reason to be alive."

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fyodorloveclub · 10 months

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june 19th

✦ pairing: dazai x gn!reader

✦ notes: my 4th installment of blurbs for my boy's birthdays (bbb). i love him so much it hurts. let's all pretend this isn't 2 days late <3

✦ warnings: surprisingly sfw, talks of death/suicide (it's dazai), minor angst but painfully sweet at the end

✦ wc: 1k

Birthdays were hard for Dazai. The congratulations, the gifts, the cake, the smiles, only reminded him of one thing – he survived another year. A concept that was still difficult for him to grasp. It was admittedly getting easier, slowly finding things worth living for, but still hard. When he spent so much of his life, so many of his formative years, hoping for nothing but death, it’s hard for that not to be in the back of his mind.

When birthdays felt like a failure. When the number ticking up made Dazai feel like a coward. A further reminder that he hadn’t built up the guts, that he was still naïve enough to think there was something worth living for, and he just hadn’t found it yet. A spineless fool who could never practice what he preached.

The only thing that made him crack a smile when he was strongarmed into blowing out the candles of the cake that Elise demanded, was how antithetical it was to wish for death at a celebration of his birth. A paradox of his own creation.

Dazai could never really understand why anyone wanted to celebrate his birth. He couldn’t think of a single person who, for a reason outside of personal gain, would be sad if he died. Sure, Mori and much of the Port Mafia would mourn the loss of one of their most cunning executives, Odasaku would miss having a drinking buddy, and Chuuya would miss having someone to antagonize, but no one would miss him. No one would miss Osamu Dazai as an individual and a soul, for all that he is and is not.

So why was it worth celebrating his life – the opposite of his death?

You were the first person Dazai ever met who actually cherished him for who he was, and not what he could provide. His life meant something, meant everything to you, and was more than worthy of celebration.

The first to look him in the eyes and tell him you would be sad if he died.

“You are so much more than a Port Mafia executive, or a Detective Agency detective – you’re so much more than No Longer Human, and even more than my partner,” you whispered to him one night. “You, are Osamu Dazai. A soul unlike any other, and a soul just as worthy of existing and being loved.”

Of course, he never really quite believed you – and you didn’t much expect him to, either. Not with how this life had treated him. He spent his whole life being told his worth extended only as far as what he could do, never who he could be.

Even when you spent hours gently unwrapping every single bandage that adorned his fragile skin, and kissed every single scar that marred his body, Dazai still didn’t quite comprehend. Not even when you helped him wrap fresh ones, each sealed with a kiss, assuring him that he didn’t have to hide but you would always support his comfort. But that was okay. You didn’t love just to receive love. You loved because he was worth it.

So when his birthday came around, the first of which the two of you would be spending together, you were very intentional with plans. You wanted to make him feel loved and cherished and worthy, but not push him past his limit – or make it feel artificial. It couldn’t feel like it was just going through the motions and playing out the stereotypes of a birthday. It needed to be suited to Dazai, so that he could see that it was on purpose.

Just a typical weekday, you turned off his alarm and woke him with a gentle kiss, whispering a sweet “happy birthday, my love” against his lips. Not even Dazai could fight the way his lips curled into a smile. You washed his hair in the shower and rewrapped his bandages for him, and he even let you apply a few swipes of mascara on his fluttery eyelashes, telling him it was so he could look extra pretty for his special day.

Sending him off to work with a perfectly crafted latte and a flurry of I love you’s, you sat down on the balcony with a paper and pen to write his birthday letter – his only gift, aside from the exorbitantly priced bottle of sake you bought to pair with dinner.

Dear Osamu, it began.

I am a lovesick fool. Your heart has corrupted me in the most irreversible way possible, and your soul has eternally entangled itself with mine. You blind me with your kindness, your passion, and your devotion. I have more love for you than there are stars in the sky, and you are worthy of every atom.

It is only when the ink of your pen starts to run dry that, three pages later, you decide to conclude the letter.

Happy birthday, my one true love. You matter. The letters were lacking in opacity but enriched with love.

And when Dazai finally arrived home, telling stories that likely were not supposed to grace the ears of non-Agency employees, you surprised him with a simple, yet very deliberate dinner. Crab and sake – just what he liked. The laughs got louder as glasses were poured, and tears collected at the corners of his eyes as he read through your letter. You matter, he mouthed silently as he read the line.

And for the first time in his entire life, an inkling of a sliver of a thought entered his mind, that maybe, just maybe, you were right.

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cryslut · 3 months

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Fyodor x Dazai x Reader NSFW 18+

「 Fyodor ~ Dazai ~ Reader 」

- 18+ content ahead, pure smut, very NSFW, MDNI get outta here plz n go do ur homework

- Fem Reader

- First and Second Person POV

- CW: degradation, praise, orgasm denial, Bondage, Voyeurism, Humiliation, Impact play, edging

I don't normally often publish nsfw works so i really hope u enjoy this, publishing this is a bit out of my comfort zone. i also don't write nsfw works a lot so plz be nicer on this one lol

↳ Fyodor + Dazai + Reader

You don't know you ended up in this situation, Dazai and Fyodor got along so well but despised each other, and their feelings for you and their jealousy got the better of them and now you're in one messy predicament. Tears and mascara running down your face, all while the two of them both put you in your place.

You made a joke you found quite humorous making fun of the two for being enemies all while mocking them and they somehow did not like this and took their opportunity to strike, which was very unlike them and out of character for them both. One thing lead to another and now you're here.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"Oh my, Dazai, it seems that this little whore wants some more," Fyodor says with a mocking tone. Your eyes were filled with your own tears, your hands and legs were tied together while your back was arching and your ass was in the air, your bare cunt exposed to Fyodor who was behind you. Dazai had his throbbing dick in your mouth.

The cycle of Dazai making you gag repeatedly and Fyodor rubbing your clit in a teasing manner was torture. You couldn't let out a single word as he wouldn't let you, all you could do was moan and whine at Fyodors touch, "Be a good girl for me Малышка, and keep your pretty ass still, you keep squirming everytime I touch you" Fyodor's accent rolls off his tongue.

(Малышка - maLYSHka - babygirl)

Fyodor's hand reaches to your clit rubbing it, you struggling to hold still, trying your best to obey his command, "Good girl, you're doing so good so far," His two fingers, his index and middle, insert themselves into your tight cunt, moving them around in a playful circle like motion teasing you, causing muffled whines to leave your still-filled mouth.

Dazai moves his hips and thrusts his dick into your throat deeper causing you to choke. Fyodor moves his fingers in and out of you ever so slowly. The slow pace from Fyodor and the fast pace from Dazai completely drives you insane to the edge.

Dazai, fully satisfied with what he's done, he pulls his dick out of your mouth causing your moans and whines to be more audible. Music to Fyodor's ears as he's satisfied with teasing you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"Please, Fyodor.. Faster, faster, please please," I lose my sense of self begging the man behind me but his pace only slows down and then speeds up. As he works me to the edge, I feel myself getting closer and closer, "...I'm.. gonna.. fuck.." I breathe out.

Fyodor then stops what he's doing and pulls his fingers out of me, "No no, Малышка, you're gonna be a good little toy for us both and not cum, not yet," I whine at his words and I can hear him moving behind me positioning himself, I feel his dick filling me up, as I let out breathy little moans. I look up to see Dazai just standing there smirking at the scene before him, enjoying what's going on.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Fyodor's pace on you starts off slow, barely going all the way in just barely teasing you causing several little whines out of you, Fyodor smirks at what his actions are causing. You're completely bound and helpless unable to move or do anything but squirm and wiggle around.

"You're doing so good, keep being good just for me, Малышка, the sweet sounds from you are a sweet haven to my ears," His praise gets a rise out of you and this causes you to start shifting your body back and forth, getting more desperate for his cock. Your breathing gets heavier and you pant like a dog on a leash.

He lands his hand on your bare ass forcefully causing you to yelp out while he grabs a hold of your hips and holds your body completely still. His movement begins to speed up and his breathing becomes heavier as he groans out. Moving his whole body to be on top of yours as he keeps pumping in and out of you in a fast but teasing motion.

"Fuck.. please.. more more more, Fedya, please.." Is all you can manage out, all you feel is him deep inside of you while you hear his sharp breaths and the groans he lets out, "You feel so fucking good, doll, you're so perfect for me, you're my little toy."

His pace quickens gradually, making your moans louder. You feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm. His pace gets sloppy and slow as he pulls out of you before you can cum.

"You want more, doll?" His teases make you whine out your words in a breathy manner as little tears stream down your face, "Yes.. please," You beg, Fyodor reaches his hand over to you and wipes your tears away ever so slightly, he complies with your wishes and shoves his throbbing cock back into you thrusting in and out in a fast motion. Your whines and moans are audible and you can't contain them, "Right there.. right.. there."

Fyodor smirks at your words and noises, "Right here, Малышка?" He hits one spot in particular over and over again, causing you to squirm underneath him and moan louder, "Mmmhhhmm," You let out.

"I want you to get really close for me, okay, doll?" You nod your head at his words. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach grows stronger the faster he moves, the closer you get. You feel your release getting closer and closer. His pace quickens, your audible whimpers escaping your mouth fill the room, Fyodor's groans are like music to your ears.

"I'm getting close, Малышка," His tone is very breathy and somewhat shaky. Both of your moans spill out of your mouths, he finally comes to his release as you do too. Coming all over his cock as he quickly pulls out of you and letting it all out onto your back.

Dazai walks over to where Fyodor is behind you. Fyodor moves out of the way and goes to where Dazai was before, Dazai wastes no time sliding his cock into your already-used cunt. Thrusting in a slow motion, as he continuously teases you.

"Such a little pretty slut, you love being used like the little toy you are, don't you?" Fyodor lifts your head up by grabbing you by the chin forcing eye contact with him. Looking like a pretty toy with tears running down her face to him. He chuckles at the sight before him, satisfied with his and Dazai's work on you.

"You did a pretty good job for us both, darling, keep being a good whore for me," Dazai whispers into your ear, making a chill go down your spine. You squirm around in the ropes that are binding you, he grabs your tied hands getting a grip on you, "You're not going anywhere."

His actions cause you to whine at him and you move a little to get him to move faster. He takes note of your frustration and smirks, "Getting needy now, are we?"

"Stop your teasing, Dazai, and please go faster," He pulls his cock slightly out of your cunt and then slams it back into you. A loud yelp like moan leaves your mouth, "Fuck.." You let out. He continues this same thrusting pattern, causing you to get more frustrated moving around on him more and more. He grabs a hold of your hips with one hand uses his other hand to grab you by the throat and pulls you closer to him.

His hand tightening around your neck, making you slightly lose some oxygen, your eyes roll into the back of your head as he continuously rams into you again and again. Your whimpers and moans become more frequent and louder and he becomes more aggressive with his thrusts.

"Such a good little slut, aren't you, letting us use you like this. You get off to this don't you, fucking whore. God.. you feel so fucking good, darling," Dazai's voice is breathy and his groans and moans in between words are music to your ears.

"Don't break her, Dazai, cause it looks like our doll, is slowly going brain dead," Fyodor speaks up and Dazai looks at him, "That just makes it more fun, she's already a brain dead little whore anyways. Look at her.." He chuckles to himself, feeling confident and satisfied.

"You wanna cum, darling? Hmm?" Dazai teases as you nod your head, "Use your words, darling."

"Yes, please. Let me cum, Dazai," He smirks at your words, "That's a good girl," He picks up his pace, still thrusting roughly again and again. His movement goes faster and faster until you both can feel your release coming closer, "I'm getting close, darling," He grunts and moans between words make you feel closer.

"Fuck.. faster, Dazai, please," You beg, his pace quickens more and a knot forms in your stomachs, you come to your climax, Dazai panting in your ear, your whines becoming calmer as you catch your breath. Dazai pulls out and comes exactly where Fyodor did, all over your back.

Loud breathing fills the room, Fyodor smirking at the both of you. Dazai starts to untie you as Fyodor kisses your forehead, "You did so well, Малышка."

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aureatchi · 2 months

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⋆ 𖤓 𓂃 ࣪˖ BUT CAN YOU SEE IT TOO? THE WAY THE SKIES ARE TURNING BLUE . . . ft. OSAMU DAZAI

⟢ SYNOPSIS. a dream constantly on repeat…you wake up in the arms of your lover after weeks gone by not spending time with each other, greeted by the serendipity of the blue hour and his content, honey-bathed gaze.

ᡴꪫ a/n. schedule changes have caused me to wake up so early. + i haven’t been able to rest well lately so i dread getting up, but the one i do like is the calmness of deep-blue tone light seeping through the windows. :)

ᡴꪫ info. fem!reader. fluff; a pinch of angst. sleepy mornings. reuniting. poetic, yearning dazai. ﾉ wc. 1.3k+

Lately, the land of fantasies had appealed to you the most. Busy days without a moment of quiet serenity ravaged through your schedule unannounced, and before you knew it, half the month already passed.

The only way time stopped was in your dreams. Places where your life didn’t have to be so chaotic—you could control the fact you didn’t have work on a day; you could control if you wanted the weather to shower the blossoming flowers or have not a single wispy cloud in the sky.

“I have a cheat code to lucid dreaming. I’ll only explain if you promise to take me with you, though.”

Above all, you could assure Dazai Osamu was always by your side. That he did not have to leave for days—weeks on end for missions, risky missions. In dreams, he would never have to gamble his life again. Never would Dazai have to feel the level of heartache he was so familiar with.

However, not one soul could stay in the land of fantasies forever. You were soon forced to open your eyes to the empty space in your bed. Another morning without your lover and another lingering thought of being unknown to what he was going through.

So, you longed for the day you would instead wake up in his arms.

…

You were aware you were in a moment between unconsciousness and awake. Lazily, you shifted positions into a more comfortable one, but instead, you landed in someone’s embrace.

“Osamu.”

It was not framed as a question. Your eyes were closed, but you recognized his touch—the way his hands lovingly cuddled you, slipping under your pajama shirt to warm your back amid the bedroom’s intense air conditioner.

“Good morning, ‘bella,” Dazai said.

Oh, how his drowsiness affected his speech. His voice was noticeably a few notes lower than usual.

He moved his fingers up to your face to move strands of hair away from your features. With that gesture, you slowly opened your eyes.

A good morning indeed. You were not blinded by bright sun rays, but rather coaxed into soft, relaxing blue hues of aurora.

And Dazai’s charming face. He looked like a prince, even just woken up. Your faces both reflected the cerulean light in the room, except his caramel eyes that contrasted against it. You kept his gaze for a few undisturbed moments before he spoke.

“‘Guess beauty-rest is a real thing. You look beautiful.”

You giggled before replying. There was no way—you thought you looked like a mess whenever you got up.

“And you look handsome.” The brunette’s wavy hair was even more disheveled than usual, yet he somehow looked more attractive.

“Only because I’m here with you. I got my beauty rest because of you.”

He gently nudged his pointer finger on your chest to empathize. Meanwhile, a sensation of warmth suddenly flowed through you—a mix of bittersweet joy and affection.

“You were able to sleep?” you whispered.

“Yeah,” Dazai replied and then held up his finger to his mouth, as if he wanted you to keep the fact a secret.

He had been gone for almost a week this time. Who knows how long he hadn’t had the opportunity to sleep?

Dazai shifted, and for a second, you thought he was getting up to leave. In a moment of panic, you tugged down on his shirt to keep him down.

“Wait-”

“‘m going nowhere ‘bella, don’t worry,” Dazai chuckled, amused. He laid your head on his chest, where you were calmed by the soft beats of his heart.

“It’s far too early to, anyway. The sun hasn’t even risen yet.”

You slowly nodded. “What’s the day today?”

“It’s the weekend, darling,” he replied. “Even if not—I’d make sure you’d miss work.”

“I wouldn’t plan on going,” you smiled. How could you miss a precious day with your favorite person?

“How was your week? Any stories for me?”

“Lonely. It was pretty uneventful, too. I just missed you,” you replied. You inched closer to Dazai despite already being pressed onto him, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“How about yours?” you asked as his fingers ran through your hair.

“Don’t worry about that.” He couldn’t see your frown. “Just the typical mission.”

Still, he sensed your unease. He gently kissed your forehead. “I promise I wasn’t in danger. You forget how strong I am sometimes, hm?”

You pulled back so Dazai could see you roll your eyes. “Strong enough to beat all the big bad guys,” you responded, a statement he constantly repeated to jokingly lecture you.

“Exactly!” he winked. “To protect you, of course.”

He held up your hand and clasped it between his, once again making you re-realize the indigo light of the morning.

You turned towards the window whose curtains had been drawn away probably earlier in the foreday. The view was completely uniform in color—the sun had not yet arrived to paint the sky with various shades.

…

“If our love had to be described in a specific hour of the day, I’d say blue hour.”

You turned back to see his eyes on yours, slightly squeezing your hand. You had zoned off for a few minutes in relaxation.

“Why do you say that?”

“Multiple things,” Dazai smiled. “Such as the deep blue stretching across the entire horizon representing the depth of our love. And how the calmness of the hue reminds me of the way you never fail to give me peace when I’m with you,” he responded.

“How poetic,” you teased, but you couldn’t hide how touched you were by his unexpected sentiment.

“I have more.” His blush did not go unnoticed. “This time of the day is rare to catch. Only appearing in dawn and dusk and only lasting minutes—you’d be lucky to come across it. I’ve stumbled across the most gorgeous girl in the world; I’d had to have some luck. She’s more beautiful than the sunrises and sunsets, and I’ve never met anyone like her.”

Dazai lifted you up, and you straddled his waist. He moved his face towards yours until your noses were touching.

“And finally, in this hour, we are in between night and day. The moon is still visible, yet the clouds are too. Helios has still yet to wake, but there is enough light to point out all your divine features.”

He stole a quick kiss on your lips before continuing.

“A dream surpassing the boundaries of night. One that I haven’t woken up from. You remind me of this very moment.

“Do you know why I asked you to take me with you in your dreams?” he asked.

You cusped his face in adoration. Of course, you knew. He seldom slept, and in turn, he hardly experienced life’s gift of reverie.

“I want to be by your side wherever you go. In every universe, in every moment of time. Not a second goes by when I’m apart from you where I’m not reminded of you.”

You’ve had this dream many times before. A longing for Dazai told your mind to conjure him at a peaceful hour of the day, in the warmth of his arms. You’d repeated this scenario so many times that you’d sometimes forget it wasn’t actually real.

However, you were hit with a realization that, for the first time, this was real—Dazai was home; you would not be woken up to an empty side of the bed.

You knew this because, just as you recognized his touch, you felt seeps of rare vulnerability through his kiss. His human emotion of yearning your consciousness couldn’t single-handedly recreate—the warmth of his body and heart as Dazai pulled you close.

You remind me of this very moment, Dazai had told you once. Whether in dream or the present moment before you, there was something extraordinary about your souls. He knew every experience with you.

Dazai found wherever you were among the cosmos. He transcended night and day—space and time, until he would see your face once again.

He did not need to visit the land of fantasies. You were one already real, his solace and love.

i heard dazai cuddles w/ you in bed if you rb; reblogs are appreciated, they are what support me the most! <3

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lovesick ! || osamu dazai x reader (love diary entry)

genre : fluff !

warnings : none (I DONT REMEMBER??? but petnames if they count.. and mentions of suicide!)

a/n : based off my FAVORITE laufey song <3

story under the cut!

you had gone on an overnight job with atsushi, meaning that you were away from the agency for more than 2 days and dazai was tired of waiting for you.

you two weren't technically together, but if anyone took a glance at you two, they would assume that you and dazai had been in a long relationship. you two were connected by the hip and clicked when you two first met.

dazai was planning on officially making you his but he was scared that you would reject him, or that he would fail on doing it (he's already failed alot of times....)

you and atsushi were currently on the way back from the job, getting food from a nearby restaurant to celebrate your guys' victory. you also had run into akutagawa who was also getting food as well.

"oh hey akutagawa!" you chirped as you saw him in line.

"REALLY?! out of all people we meet him here.. "atsushi complained as he turned to you.

"Hey, y/n" He waved, "weretiger...." he growled as he gave atsushi a death stare.

"Hey now..." You nervously chuckled waving your arms making atsushi hide behind you.

"You here to get food? or is Gin making you pick up her orders again?" You giggled as you hid your smile behind your hand.

"Gin asked me to get her food again, I guess she really loves this place, I've been going every week now." Akutagawa answered as he looked as his receipt, then hearing his number getting called out.

You were ordering food for the agency and your boyfriend-to-be was currently crying and weeping for you. his head was everywhere but in a workspace headspace. he constantly walked to the window and back to the front door waiting for you.

"when is y/n coming back?"

"i miss her," dazai complained as his face was in his palm and his fingers were fidgeting with a pen.

"shes on a job with atsushi, she should be back soon or around evening." kunikida answered as he stood up and grabbed his notebook.

"shes on a job with atsushi" He weaped, as he threw the pen down on his desk and put his head down.

"shes on a job with at atsushi." he repeated as his fingers ran through his hair, his head hanging deeper into his arms.

"Is he lovesick?" kyouka asked kunikida innocently with kunikida replying with that he was just doing anything to get out of work.

Suddenly, the agency filled up with the smell of grilled onions, meat and fried rice. glass bottles being set on the table as well as bags and bags of food.

"Oh hey Y/n-chan!" Ranpo chirped, "awesome!! did you get the ramune bottles as well?!"

"Duh! How can I forget? It's literally your favorite so I had to get it," You answered showing him a case of ramune bottles.

"This is awesome! Thanks!" Ranpo said as he ran to get the bottles and hugged you.

"Shes on a job with atsushi..." Dazai mumbled again, hoping that you would come soon, oblivious to the fact that you were already there.

"Y/n-San please do something about him.." Kunikida mumbled, before helping Yosano out with the food.

you sat in the nearest office chair and laid your head next to dazai's putting your hand in his hair, "yeah, i was on a job with atsushi" you replied, watching his head swiftly turn to yours and his eyes checking you out.

he stood up in surprise and got up, "my bella~!" he sang as he pulled you up into a hug, resting his chin on your head. he was fighting the intrusive thought to shower you with his kisses.

"wow, i missed you too dazai," You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his tall slender figure, your fingers making its way to his cheeks slightly pinching them.

"He missed you so much he couldn't even focus on doing his reports!" Ranpo laughed, as Kouyka giggled at his statement.

"Oh shut it! You can't be saying that about my poor baby, your boyfriend is literally the same without you!" You retorted back at him, while hugging dazai's head.

"you heard her, I'm her baby!" dazai sung in a happy voice.

"Hey! Poe is not my boyfriend!" Ranpo scoffed as he folded his arms.

"Then why did i—" You paused, "Fine fine! Don't tell them!" Ranpo yelled as he cut you off from finishing your sentence.

"That's what I thought!" You chuckled as you let go of dazai, reaching for his hand.

"I thought I wasn't going to be able to live without you here!" Dazai pouted.

You watched your boyfriend-to-be fidget with his bandages, then grabbing both of your hands.

"Bella, we should go out! let me be your boyfriend, please please see please please~!"

"We can be together all we want! We can go on jobs and missions together, we can cuddle together, we can go on dates together, we can lay in bed together, we can live together! we can commit a double suicide together! there's so many things we can do together!"

You giggled at his sudden statement, the nodded. "Yes, dazai, you can be my boyfriend," Next thing you knew his arms flew around your small body, and ending up on the ground.

He began peppering your neck and cheeks with his kisses that he planned on doing to you since earlier, but he's just glad that he was able to shower you with kisses. "You're mine mine mine mine mine," He said as he gave you a kiss after everytime he said "mine,"

"Damn it..."

"GET A ROOM YOU TWO BASTARDS?!"

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Your beauty and my lust: Dazai Osamu

Synopsis : when he couldn't stop himself and his mind wandered to your delicate skin and soft curves.

Genre/Warnings: ada dazai, masturbation, fluff, mature themes

Author's pov

Sex was a common thing for dazai. When once in a while he wanted someone else's touch and needed a quick relief, he'd just flirt his way inside a woman's heart and her body. But it was just sex and nothing more. Some women were okay with it and some weren't. Not that he cared as it only ended up with him getting kicked out. And when there was a mutual choice, he'd leave after satisfying both himself and his partner for the night. No cuddles or soft love making. Just rough and quick and dirty sex which in most cases, left his partners in wanting more. But he didn't care about them.

That wasn't the case when it came to you. The new and shy member of the armed detective agency. Now dazai admits that he likes all women but the day he saw you for the first time, he felt his heart flutter for the very first time. And that was a new feeling for him. So at first he tried to keep his distance from you. Yes, he's talk to you normally and reply kindly whenever you asked him something or just greeted him after coming to work but he didn't try to make any moves on you.

He didn't flirt with you like he flirts with every other woman and he didn't act like a crackhead like he does around kunikida. Of course you weren't aware of his usual nature because you were new at the agency but sometimes he found himself acting like his real self rather than that annoying coworker who'd jump in a lake the moment he sees one.

So no matter how many times he tried to keep his distance from you, it never worked because the moment you look up at him with that sweet smile and those beautiful soft eyes, he felt his heart melt. More than once, he caught himself staring at you as you worked or talked to any other member. When you'd walk towards yosano's clinic to tell her something, his eyes would be caught staring at the gentle sway of your hips, your soft curves as you'd bend down to pick something off the floor, or when his eyes would soften as he'd watch you laugh and smile at something kenji said. He noticed that you were fond of the younger members despite not knowing them since too long.

No one noticed when he stopped flirting with every woman he sees. No one noticed when he stopped asking women to commit double suicide with him. Of course Ranpo was the first person to notice that the former executive has feelings for his new coworker. But he didn't say anything and just watched as dazai handled you so gently, the hand that once held a gun and killed countless people was the same hand that was now gently pressed against the small of your back as you slipped on a stray piece of paper lying on the floor.

Ranpo watched as your feelings for the former executive grew by the day as well. He noticed your shy smile and your timid steps as you gave dazai a cute little paper bag which had a small box of cookies in it. He noticed how shyly you told dazai that you had made the cookies yourself and that you wanted him to try some. It was so obvious, Ranpo thought as he munched on his snacks and watched his coworkers acting like fools in love.

It was snowing one night and you and dazai were walking home together. You didn't notice when he gently guided you to the inner side of the side walk and walked besides you on the outer side because you were too busy telling him about the new case that you handled Alone for the first time. You were dressed snuggly in your pale blue winter coat But you were a little worried that dazai's trench coat was too thin for the snowy weather so you took out your warm scarf from your bag and looked up at him shyly as you both walked side by side.

"dazai san?" you said softly, a soft blush rose on your cheeks when he looked down at you with eyes swirling with emotions "yes angel?" he grinned when he saw your blush deepen and your eyes widened at the nickname despite him calling you that multiple times. "u-umm" you stutured slightly out of shyness but he waited patiently for you to finish your sentence, only looking at you with soft eyes "y-you look a little cold so would you like my scarf?" you say shyly as you extend your scarf towards him.

His eyes widened for a moment before he grinned softly and nodded, despite not feeling cold. But instead of taking the scarf, he stopped walking and leaned down, looking at you expectantly "care to help me doll?" your eyes widened once again as you blushed profusely and nodded silently while raising your hands by his neck and gently tie the scarf around his neck. You smiled softly as he leaned back to his full height and pulled the scarf over his nose. You didn't notice his eyes darkening when your scent wrapped around his senses because you were already walking ahead.

You waved at him before entering your dorm and he sighed, groaning softly as he walked in his dorm and closed the door behind him,forgetting to lock it because his mind was hazing with lust. He let out a small grunt as he took off his coat and sat on his futon before taking off your scarf. He was going to place it on the table before his moments halted and he slowly raised the scarf towards his nose and inhaled deeply, his eyes falling shut as he smelled the jasmine perfume that you always wear.

A low groan left his lips when he felt his cock throbbing in his pants and his breathing got heavier by the second. He had stopped sleeping around after realising his feelings for you. You were precious. Too precious for someone who is tainted like him. But he couldn't help it as his mind wandered to thoughts that he wouldn't dare say out loud. He breathed heavily as he fell back on his futon and unbuttoned his shirt, feeling a little too hot. He fumbled with his zipper and pulled down his boxers just enough to tug his hardened cock out. A deep grunt left his lips as he pressed your scarf firmly against his nose and inhaled deeply as his hand palmed his cock.

"fuck" he groaned, squeezing his cock tightly before he spat on his hand and rubbed his saliva over his cock to make his movements smoother and faster. Heavy pants left his lips as he sniffed your scarf again and his pace increased, his toes curling up and feet pressing against the futon as he jerked himself off. His movements quick and desperate as images of your soft curves and gentle voice clouded his mind.

You smiled softly at the thought of seeing him again as you knocked on his door, his key in your hand. You had found it earlier today lying by his desk and picked it up thinking you will give it to him later. But then it completely slipped your mind and you just found it in your dress's pocket. Thinking he must be trying to find it, you decided to give it to him now as you knocked again. Your brows furrowed when you didn't hear any reply and a small seed of concern settled inside you because he'd always answer after one knock. You knew he wouldn't be asleep because you both just got home a few minutes ago after all.

"dazai san?" you knocked again, the worry growing inside you when no reply came. Hesitating for a moment, you tried to open his door, a little surprised that it wasn't locked. "dazai san, I'm coming in!" you called out as you entered his dorm but again, no reply. After taking off your shoes you walked in to see his living room empty other than a few half empty bottles of sake on the table. He wasn't in the kitchen either so you walked towards his bedroom and raised your hand to knock but you froze when you heard a low moan "nghh.... fuck y/n It feels so good" your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed when you heard the deep moan of your name. You should leave, you know that. Maybe you heard wrong, yes that must be the case.

You know you should leave but with the door slightly ajar, you couldn't help but peek a little and heat curled in the pit of your stomach when you saw him. He was laying on his back, his legs sprawled out as his large hand worked up and down his cock which was covered in pre cum. His shirt was completely unbuttoned , revealing his bandaged chest and his hair were sticking to his forehead as he panted heavily. Your eyes widened when you a familiar scarf lying by his face and You felt yourself getting wetter by the second as you saw him pressing his nose in your scraf and breathing in deeply as he squeezed his cock tightly. your cheeks flushed even more as you felt your arousal sticking to your panties,causing you to unconsciously press your thighs together.

Oh it was so wrong. You should leave, you should leave but it was as if your feet were stuck to the floor as your eyes watched his movements, your body heating up as you gripped your dress. A soft whimper left your lips when another sultry moan of your name left his lips and you felt yourself gushing as his movements quickened and his abdomen clenched "hah- god y/n I'm so close" his eyes rolled back and his face pressed against the pillow and mouth hung open in a deep groan of your name as his cock spurtled out ropes and ropes of hot cum.

Your panties were ruined, you could feel the wetness of your arousal and it was a little uncomfortable. But you couldn't move from your spot as he breathed heavily, covering his eyes with an arm as he laid there, trying to catch his breath. Just as you were about to force yourself to move, a raspy chuckle left his lips "how long are you gonna hide there, doll?" you gasped softly and clamped your mouth shut as you felt embarrassment and shame filling inside you.

He groaned softly as he sat up, not bothering to dress himself as he tilted his head and looked at the ajar door with a lazy smirk "come here y/n" the way he said your name, it was enough to make you follow his command and you walked in shyly, trying to avoid eye contact with him. He chuckled and pulled you down on his lap, his smile widening when he watched you squirm and blush profusely "i-im so sorry-" you were cut off and a soft whimper left your lips when he suddenly pressed his lips on yours in a deep kiss.

"need you angel" he murmured, smiling softly as you kissed him back as he laid you gently on his futon. His hands trembling as he made sure to be gentle while sliding off your dress as you looked up at him with soft eyes filled with trust and adoration and lust.

Dazai Osamu is not a gentle man. But when it comes to you, he doesn't want to be anything but gentle.

And for the context, he noticed you the moment you entered his dorm.

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