misconduct
NOTE: i really missed working on oneshots :>>
REQUEST: yandere! dazai with an oblivious + self sacrificing darling from @cc-6789
CW: yandere character + themes, obsession, jealousy, stalking, deceit, (heavy) manipulation, abuse of power, breaking and entering. dazai is an Asshole
the first time you loudly declared that you trusted dazai enough to go check on a case with him, dazai felt his heart falter.
it was almost funny how quickly you trusted him, but the thought that you might share your trust with anyone else immediately silenced any humor dazai may have found in the situation. if all it took from him was to regularly ask you about your day, with a little flirting on the side for you to already decide that he was...nice, what would it take from anyone else? was kunikida, who, despite his harsh comments, personally guided you through the hectic report writing process, also nice? was yosano, with her insisting that you step out of the office with her to stretch your legs, also just as easy to trust? though he was confident none of his coworkers held the same wicked thoughts about you as he did, the bitter taste in his mouth refused to go away every time he saw you cling onto yosano on your way out or graciously smile at kunikida before heading home.
and about why he decided to mess with you despite knowing that you trusted him, honestly, he was only curious—just how much did you trust him? or, perhaps, a sullen part of him thinks, it may just be an offhanded statement by which you meant nothing. though nobody around dazai threw around the word trust lightly, he wasn't sure if it was the same for you.
honestly, you weren't all that special in dazai's book, nobody as memorable as the dangerous ability users he mingled with or the incomprehensibly genius minds he discussed with. but there was something about you that lingered in his mind. he can't put his finger on it exactly, but he identified it to be woven into your determination and unwavering resolve, hidden in the bright look in your eyes when you grinned at his antics, and surrounding the silent reassurance you offered when the world weighed down on him—something about you that was entirely unforgettable. somehow, the perfectly ordinary you became so unattainable and striking, even without trying.
and he coveted for all that was you to be his, for it to be tucked away in the palm of his hand, hidden away from prying eyes. he yearned for it to shine for him and not for anyone else, not for any other sweet words or gentle caresses. wasn't it selfish? to want someone so much?
for the most part, you were oblivious to his sinister desires. if not, why were you so careless around him? why did you smile so freely, gravitate towards him so naturally, as though it was perfectly normal to do so? he wonders if you'll scorn him if you knew how selfish he was; not that he couldn't take care of it anyway.
dazai inches a little bit closer to your stiff figure, watching out of the corner of his eye as you glance over at him nervously. at this rate, he was going to be in your lap before you could leave. he observes your eyes flitting between the clock on the wall, its hand crawling at an unbearably slow pace, and to his hand, which had found purchase on your thigh.
he lets his hand shift, holding his breath as his fingers graze your inner thigh with a light touch—light enough to resemble a slight breeze or a delicate brush, but you know it was him. he waits, with bated breath, his fingers on your thigh trembling in anticipation. your lips purse together, a frown slowly creeping onto your face, eyes stuck onto your screen instead now.
and then—"dazai," you finally acknowledge the man beside you, "i'm sure you're bored by watching me work all day long."
he stares at you, not exactly surprised by your response. you go on about how he could just wait outside and you'd be out in a moment or if he'd like you could close up now, but instead of paying attention to your words, his gaze is stuck on your pretty mouth. your lips, he observes, are chapped and dry. you don't seem to notice his attention shift as you ramble on, words never reaching dazai.
you're cut off abruptly when he leans over and starts digging into your bag, finally grasping the cylindrical tube he had been looking for.
"pucker up," he grins deviously at your startled expression, waving the tube in his hand.
honestly, you were far too cute—you had to be doing this on purpose. he was tempted to grab your face and kiss you right then, but he knew better than to try. as the confusion cleared up, you awkwardly follow his orders, hands clenched at your sides. any last protests from you are ignored, his fingers firmly holding your jaw.
a soft smile makes its way onto dazai's face as he slides the balm over your lips. you're still staring at him, quietly, unmoving, but your eyes are locked onto him. he thinks, for a moment, that he quite likes you this way; only looking at him.
"thanks..." though you sound confused, dazai doesn't try to explain himself. instead, he's waiting for you to say something. waiting for you to awkwardly ask him to not to that again, politely say something about boundaries and personal space. but you only look at him for a moment longer before directing your gaze back to your work, obviously unsure of what to do.
perhaps a little recklessly, he decides to test the limits again.
"say," he places a hand over yours, stopping you from typing, "about your friend in the special division..."
your eyes light up as you turn to face him, "oh!," you mention a name dazai can't be bothered to remember—he knows the loser's face, anyway, "he was the one who got me a job here, actually. do you know him, dazai?"
he inhales deeply and then sighs, as though he was gathering up the courage to tell you something. your interest is obviously piqued, as you completely move your hands away from the keyboard.
"well ango mentioned," you'd recognize ango's name for sure, "that he was acting a little...strange. sort of jumpy and on edge," dazai pauses for a minute to gauge your reaction, biting back a smile, "i was just wondering if you were aware of anything going on in his personal life?"
"not that i know of, but dazai, why—"
"none of this is really any of my business, but ango sounded really worried about it. and you know, there was some suspicious activity linked back to him as well...missing files and the sort...."
dazai was distracted for a moment, musing on how cute your shocked expression was.
"you don't think...he can't be a spy. he doesn't have any suspicious friends, and he really loves his job. i just can't imagine..."
dazai, with a perfectly feigned expression of concern, places a hand on your shoulder, "for the time being, i think it's best you distance yourself a little. obviously, there'll be an investigation and i'm afraid they might trace things to you. "
"that...makes sense," you whisper.
"i didn't mean to make you worried, [name]. i know you'd never do such a thing, but if he were to frame you or try to drag you into this..."
noticing your distraught expression, dazai tries to apologize to you for ruining your mood. you reassure him after that, though your voice is still shaky and dazai knows you're the one in need of reassurance. but what he's really interested in is whether you'd listen to him or the desperate pleas of your friend. whether you'd trust his words or not.
it's a few days later that you slump over in your seat, looking absolutely devastated.
"he was packing up his things," you manage to say, "and...he kept saying that he was being set up."
dazai nods along as you confide in him your suspicions, not at all suspecting that your friend was telling the truth all along.
"and then," you lower your voice even more, "he kept mentioning you, and said that you were lying."
dazai's blood runs cold, and he rapidly assesses the situation. how could he salvage this? how could he—
"i think my phone's bugged!" you finally declare, much to his surprise, "i mean, how else would he know what we talked about?"
it occurs to dazai then, in a wonderful revelation, that you didn't suspect him, even for a moment. you had immediately assumed it was your so-called friend who was lying. oh, what a marvelous thing trust was. dazai doesn't waste any more time. he offers you some comforting words and asks you if you want to take the day off. in response, you look at him like he just offered you the world. you were so easy to please, he thinks, wouldn't it be just as easy for someone to sweep you up and away from him?
he thinks of suave, charming mafioso and exciting, mysterious strangers. he thinks of seductive smiles and alluring words. there was too much on the line, and you were not yet completely reliant on him. he had his work cut out for him, but he didn't mind. it was always so rewarding, working with you. dazai thinks of all the limits he can breach, all the lines he can cross. he could touch you more, he could plant more seeds of suspicion. he thinks about helping you out first, whisking you out of particularly risky missions, and protecting you from unpleasant people. after that, wouldn't it feel so natural for him to insist he should walk you home?
and would you be so upset if he were to hold you tightly, closely, if it was only because he was hiding the both of you from a pursuer? would you be doubtful the next time he told you that yet another friend was planning something evil, or hesitate when he claimed that a heinous crime was in the area and that you should obviously stay with him?
maybe it was the paranoia that brought him to do this. dazai peers over his glass at your frozen figure by the doorway, wondering what your next words would be.
"dazai," you begin, confusion lingering in your words, "i wasn't expecting to see you here."
he shrugs, swirling the little liquid left in his—your—glass, before leaning forwards and placing it down.
"you weren't at work."
you blink slowly, "is that why you're here?"
"why didn't you come?" the actual question he wants to ask is left unspoken—was it because of me? he's not worried, not as much as he is cautious. it would be a shame to lose everything he's worked on all this time just because he pushed you a little too far.
"i just needed to take my mind off things after everything that's happened. but dazai," the corners of your lips tug downwards ever so slightly, "is that why you're here?"
"i thought," he says, his voice the most serious you've ever heard it, "that something had happened to you. you were worried about being bugged, and then the next day, you just...don't show up."
the hand around your bag strap tightens, and you straighten up.
"i didn't realize," you mutter, "i should have said something."
"you should have," he agrees.
"i'm sorry," your voice trembles ever so slightly, and he delights in the way it wavers. he loves the effect he has on you.
"it's alright," dazai smiles, benevolent and warm, as though you were in the wrong here, and not him, who made himself all too comfortable in a space that wasn't his, "i'm just glad you're safe."
dazai, again, thinks of cruel, brash mafioso and frightening, deceitful strangers. he thinks of mocking snarls and vicious threats. when he sees the way you look at him, hopeful and expectant, he finds that you had come a long, long way already.
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note: basically i can't stop thinking about this!! technically a part 2 to dazai's part of yandere reader x bsd!!
pairings: yandere! dazai x yandere! reader
cw: yandere character, yandere reader, obsessive behavior, obsession, stalking, implied violence + murder (by reader), injuries, descriptions of cleaning up after a murder, non-consensual drugging
dazai has a lot of enemies. that was something he had come to accept a long time ago, and a small part of him might even feel proud at the same time, pleasantly surprised by how much influence he could have on the community. he has many people waiting to kill him, whether it’s because of his ability or because he’s dazai, and he was perfectly fine with that. life could get a little boring if nobody was constantly after him and plotting his murder. it would be terribly dull if nobody was actively searching for his weakness and thinking out an elaborate plan that would leave to his inevitable demise. he was fine with having enemies.
but you weren’t.
it only hit you, when you were bandaging up dazai’s wounds and meticulously cleaning up after your show, that fyodor was only the start. there was probably more before him, more you weren’t around to fight off. when you hid fyodor’s corpse and wiped the blood off the knife, you thought about how horrifying it was to watch as dazai was attacked by the other man, stabbed within an instant. it only took a moment for everything to hit the fan. a moment that you could have averted.
dazai, as you stroked his hair, the cool breeze of the fan brushing your intertwined bodies, told you that he didn’t—couldn’t blame you. he mumbled into your skin, still blissfully lost in the haze of the drug, that he was happy you came for him. happy you fought for him. he admitted that he wished you didn’t stare at fyodor so long; he felt ignored. he was jealous of a dying man—he giggled—jealous of fyodor who was bleeding out in a dirty alleyway, because you were on top of him, hissing at him. he died with your touch, by your hands.
you couldn’t be sure if he meant anything he was admitting in his delirious state, but it was nice to pretend like he was saying it sober and truthfully. so instead of questioning him, you continued brushing your fingers through dazai’s hair and let him ramble on. this felt…good. even though it only happened because you did a despicable thing by drugging him and then took advantage of his impaired state. would he hate you once he was normal?
still, there was a more pressing matter at hand. dazai’s safety. fyodor was not the first, and he wouldn’t be the last. not with dazai’s past. you think again, for a painful moment, to that horrible feeling that bubbled inside your chest as he unexpectedly got attacked. you watch dazai closely, the curve of his nose and his chapped lips, and think about how fleeting life is. how fragile. even dazai osamu, ability nullifier, was not invincible. if you could help him in any way, protect him, even if it meant you’d die in the process…
it would be a honorable way to go.
with that thought, you are lulled to sleep by the calm rhythm of dazai’s heart. tomorrow, you’d plan out something, some way to make sure he never got out of your sight. for now, you’d rather relish in the little time you have with him.
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Period sex with them!
Involves: Dazai, Chuuya!
T/W: Nsfw, explicit content, period sex, vaginal fingering, piv, not proof read
Dazai!
Much to your surprise he was the one who suggested it.
You were complaining about cramps and he was like "I know a perfect way to reduce your pain Bella!".
At first you were a bit suspicious of that shit grin on his face when he suggested it.
But how could you refuse when he was pleading you so much saying he just wants to help you and can't bear to see you in so much pain! So you gave in to his overdramatic antics.
He doesn't mind eating you out or fingering you during periods instead he loves seeing how well your pussy sucks his finger coating them red.
Dazai has seen so much blood from a young age that he couldn't care less about getting his fingers drenched in blood.
He would also joke around more than usual to make sure you don't feel embarrassed about it.
As much as he likes to tease you, he would also make sure that you're fully comfortable with him.
He would focus solely only on your pleasure making sure you're fully relaxed in his touch.
He would be a bit lazy in aftercare saying he's too tired but still makes sure to clean you up and expect lots of cuddles.
"Ahh Sa-mu" when he told he told you he had a trick to reduce cramps this wasn't in your mind, legs sprawled out, his two fingers rubbing at that gummy spot which made you see stars. He was on top of you kissing and nibbling the sensitive spots on your neck while his pumping his fingers in and out of you rubbing at all the right spots.
"You were hesitating but your pussy is sucking my finger so well Bella, as if you were waiting for it. So wet and warm for me, just for me."
He slides a third finger as he feels you spasming and clenching, while rubbing your clit with his thumb adding more stimulation.
"Samu I'm cl-ose"
"Yes Bella come for me, come all over my fingers. You can do this, you're my good girl right?" He seriously has a way with words knowing all right things that makes you go over the edge. You can feel the muscles in your abdomen stretch and loosen as you come all over his fingers. As you come down from your high you notice you don't feel cramps as your abdominal muscles relaxes.
"See I told you I had a perfect trick to help reduce your pain!"
Chuuya!
You were one who told him you wanted to do it.
He was a bit surprised and said no at first cause he didn't wanted to hurt you, even not accidently.
So you had to convince him telling him it's totally fine, you want to do it and it also helps in reducing cramps.
He gave in to you afterall how he could he dare to refuse you?
On normal days he can be rather rough and assertive but not when you're on your periods! He will be more gentle and lookout for your needs rather than his.
Will make sure you're not hurt in any way or if something's making you uncomfortable.
He makes sure to praise your body, treating it like a shrine. Telling you how much he loves you and how good you're doing.
He's always romantic but will be even more when you're on periods, kissing every inch of your body.
He knows how hard it is for you bleeding every month and those mood swings and pain that comes with it, that's why he makes sure to tell you how much he appreciates you.
Aftercare with him would be amazing, he will prepare the bath with your favorite essential oils, wine, chocolate. You're craving something? Just tell him and it will be there for you!
"Does it feel good doll? You okay?"
"Ahh yes chuu~ ah" you moaned as you feel chuuya's length balls deep in you. His pace was slow yet sensual and his strokes were deep enough to make your brain a mushy mess.
"You're doing so good doll! You are my everything y'know." he whispers in a seductive way as he places chaste kisses all over your face. Showing how much he loves and cares for you. His praises are enough are you to clench him hard nearing your orgasm.
"Chuu I'm Cumm-ing!" he groans at the way your pussy spasms around his cock and your face contorted in pleasure is enough for him to come undone.
He maintains his pace driving you throughout your orgasm, he also comes soon after you, painting your walls white from red. While he continues kissing your neck and chest, as his hands rub your sides to help you down from your high.
"Tell me when you're ready doll, I'll prepare the bath for you."
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