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satoruzlove · 1 year

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house husband osamu who has a busy s/o that is a ceo , so he’s always on top of shit at home

he’s so put together. when you’re off the work early in the morning he’s dressing to open up the restaurant , your lunch already on the marble counter of your house . you smile softly , climbing the stairs happily to plant the most wet, disgusting kiss on his face with a little , ‘ thank you, hubby ‘ that could make him marry you all over again</333

samu is very busy during work hours especially during the holidays when your office is busy, because of all the holiday jobs. even in this circumstance he texts you a small ‘ you doing alright there boss?’ or ‘how’s work gorgeous?’ every couple hours. if you’re having a shitty day, he flunks a little and hides in his little room to call you. he’ll listen, cuss out any assholes and share your anger because how DARE they make your life harder?

when the restaurant is quiet, osamu is able to visit you at the office. he sits in your huge chair until you’re done with your rounds, you come in to see him attempting to be all attractive on the table. he moved when he heard the click of your formal shoes. he’s on his side, one leg down and the other above it, and his head rested in a palm. he wiggles his brows at you, “lookin’ sexy there, ceo.” he drawls. you scoff and shove him, he gasps and pretends to be hurt. when you hug him you can still smell the smokiness of salmon and earthiness of nutmeg, the most comforting scents to you.

at home, he’s absolutely menacing. he loves spending time with you in silence, but sometimes he randomly starts playing the CORNIEST MUSIC [ for reference] and starts sexy dancing. or he tries to. he points at you, lip syncs at you, sometimes he even makes you dance with him. he cooks with you while music plays in the back, and he can’t help but feel so at home when you two make something beautiful together. [ yes. he made a kid joke.]

house husband osamu is your best friend, husband, chef, everything. EVERYTHING.

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rinslove · 2 years

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RANDOM HUSBAND TEXTS

pairing: osamu miya x gn!reader

warnings: strong language, pet names (1x sweetheart), one of them is a bit angsty.

autumn's note: the series is back! thought it was time i gave attention to osamu since i only ever give it to atsumu 💀

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emmyrosee · 3 months

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Outside, the rain pours like no one’s business, the wind howling in frustration as it mingles with the tinkering drops against your roof and windows.

You, luckily, are curled happily under your blanket, scrolling through your phone with a nice cup of tea next to you, enjoying the sounds of a storm in nothing but your own company.

Until-

“Ah. You’re home,” you hum, flicking your eyes up at osamu, then back to your phone. His arms are filled with reusable bags that dangle from the bulky muscles, two large palms cradling the milk, and the fluffiness of his hair lays flat to his head. His shirt is soaked, you hear the squish of his shoes, and you hate how cute the wet-dog aesthetic is on your man.

You hear him pant softly, “it’s. Wet. Outside.”

You chuckle and shake your head, reaching for your cup of tea, “yeah baby, that’s why I’m inside.”

“You could’ve helped your strong, smart, talented, amazing boyfriend with the groceries.”

“I offered, you said you “‘got this’,” you hum, secretly glad your boyfriends chivalry knows no bounds and he’d rather get drenched in the cold rain than risk you getting drenched in the cold rain.

But he is a Miya. He’s going to whine just a little bit.

You hear him place the groceries down, “but now I’m cold. And my shoes are wet. And I was lonely.”

You click off your phone and shrug off your blanket, making your way towards him. He smiles as you approach, and when you use a warm hand to move his hair off his forehead, he nuzzles into your touch.

“Thank you for getting the groceries,” you say, leaning up to press a kiss to his cold forehead. “Go take a nice hot shower, I’ll put them away.”

“I only bought a few frozen things, so you can join me in the shower.”

You giggle, “as tempting as that is, I’d really like you to warm up.”

He smirks and, before you can process, he scoops you up in his arms and throws you over his shoulder, his freezing shirt soaking you as you writhe and scream at the playful action. “Osamu!”

“Now you’re wet too. Come shower with me, and wash my hair.”

“You bought dairy,” you manage between titters, “I have to put it away.”

“So let’s put it away together. Then we can shower.”

“You’re so clingy!”

“Oh I’ll show you clingy.”

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luvring · 2 months

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AN INCH BETWEEN US

osamu x gn!reader | ~800 words, he calls you hon once, you're getting married! :3

“you don’t usually get nervous.”

“well,”—osamu fiddles with his cufflink, eyes trained on the metal around his finger—“today’s kind of a big deal, isn’t it?��

make sure you don’t see each other before you get out there, atsumu warned as he pat your fiancé’s back. bad luck or somethin’.

doesn’t make sense if we’re doin’ a first look, idiot.

oh, shut up. don’t look at each other ’til then, then!

your back rests against the door, his on the other side keeping it from closing. maybe it’s just a silly superstition, but it cements today as something real, reminds you that it’s happening.

you reach your hand around to search for his own. “at least we’ll be together the whole time. and then we can say goodbye, and go home, and get out of these clothes, and sleep—”

osamu groans and rests his head against the wood—you don’t think he’s slept properly in two weeks, head scrambled and busy with preparations and the same nervous buzz as yours; the fact that he fell asleep before 1am last night was a miracle.

his hand finds yours, engagement ring resting cool against your skin, palm warm and a little rough. he mumbles, “thank god i closed the shop for a few days, if you told me to wake up any earlier than 9 tomorrow i think i’d die.”

“why are you- we haven’t even gotten to the actual wedding, ’samu.”

“okay? i’m tired and ’m gonna get even more tired. i just wanna cuddle at home. can a man not dream?” he defends, and all but whines. you snort but relent, letting him pull your hand closer and settle into a quiet.

“what if i fall?” he blurts out.

“...what?” a laugh escapes you. “you won’t fall.”

“i could trip down the aisle.”

“you won't.”

he squeezes your fingers. “didn’t realize i was marrying someone who could see the future?”

“’samu. you won’t fall, but if you get in my head and i fall, i’m blaming you,” you warn with a teasing lilt.

a beat passes, and you can tell he’s smiling as you stare at the couch ahead of you.

sitting on a wooden hotel floor, wedding attire on and hair not done, bed covered in supplies and friends’ outfits, the buzz of the air conditioner making it a little too cold in your room—you think you’re content like this, because at least you’re here with him.

shuffling a little closer, he says your name.

“hm?”

the inch between you feels a little bigger as osamu lifts your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles, lingering on your ring finger a second longer than the others—“i’m glad i get to marry you.”

your grip tightens, and if osamu listened carefully, you think he could hear your heart trying to beat out of your chest in search of his.

the elevator dings somewhere down the hall.

“i’m glad i get to marry you, too.”

“samu!” his twin’s voice rings out. “are you done cryin’, or do i haveta drag y’back to get your hair done?”

“god, ’tsumu, yeah, i’m comin’, stop yellin’!” he chides with a huff.

atsumu scoffs before replying—something about his twin being ungrateful for all he does—then walks back to the elevator. you hear a sigh. “guess i should go, huh?”

a thumb rubs the back of your hand, and you almost tell him to stay, but there isn’t much time, and it won’t be long before you’re pushing it. taking a deep breath, you let go to stand up first. “mhm.”

the door squeaks at the weight now gone as you both stretch.

you turn to say goodbye, the open door and shadow in the hall taunting you, but freeze when a familiar hand starts to push the door open.

“wh- samu!” your hand flies up to push his grey bangs out of view.

“woah- what- shit- sorry, sorry. habit, was gonna kiss ya,” he apologizes with a stumble.

panic evaded, your heart rate comes down and he huffs. “my- seriously, hon, you’re lucky my hair isn’t done yet.”

“...sorry, i—” you try to hide a laugh. “i’m sorry, i panicked.”

“no, really?”

“’samu,” you whine, embarrassment painted across your face, though he can’t see. he laughs outside, and you try to ignore the heat in your face.

“...at least you’ll kiss me later, right?” you ask quietly.

“....yeah.” there’s a smile in his voice, a pause, a rustling of fabric as he pats down his suit once more. “see you out there?”

you place your hand on the doorknob. “see you out there.”

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getonite · 3 months

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PLAYING : HOTLINE ! — DAZAI TUNES IN!

𝗧hinking about Dazai, your childhood friend and the one who shows his vulnerability only to you. Years after you've gone and left the Port Mafia and your terrible past behind, he knocks on your door. He looks downright terrible. His bloodied hands are trembling as he grips onto the fabric of Odasaku's coat, he's trembling, and on the verge of tears.

"Dazai, how'd you—" he practically leaps, his bandaged arms wrap around your neck, squeezing harshly, though you wonder how he found you... Ango.

There's not a word spoken between you two, but you know exactly what he needs. You pull him inside, carefully closing the door. "How about we clean you up first, okay?" You whisper. He stinks. His eyelids are puffy and there's red underlining his eyelashes. His hair is due for a wash with split ends, and he's pale. You guess he hasn't taken too much care of himself since you left. He silently nods, leaning his full bodyweight into you.

You bring him to your bathroom, carefully peeling the layers of clothing from him. The first to come off is the black coat he's regularly worn since he joined the Port Mafia.

His knees are to his chest as he speaks for the first time. "Mori-san's coat, burn it. I don't need it," he whispers in a raspy voice as if he's been screaming. You hum in acknowledgement as you set the dirty thing on the bathroom tile. Your hands carefully help him undress before starting to undo his bandages. "Years later and you still can't change your bandages like I told you to," he hears you whisper with a small smile. The bloodied and worn bandages fall to the floor as he hears the sound of streaming water come from the bathtub inches from him.

Once he's in the bath, you carefully rinse his body with warm water, lathering his new and old scars with soap carefully. There's a hint of guilt in your heart as you hear him wince, though this is probably for the best.

The pads of your fingers massage his scalp as you wash his hair, just like you did when the two of you were kids. You carefully trim his wet hair and brush it before getting him out of the tub, helping him dry off. You were likely the only person he could truly trust to see him so...bare and vulnerable. You couldn't exactly tell if the silence was tense or comforting, regardless you continued with is predictable mute moment. He always got like that when there was something wrong, you sigh.

"How about, I get you something to eat? I made some bento boxes, you can eat one and then brush your teeth, is that okay?" You speak softly and re-bandage his tender skin.

You smile softly at him when be finally nods. "Okay," you whisper and attempt to finish quickly before his mind changes.

As his hair dries it becomes its usual fluffy self, you'd assume hair matches personality; however, Dazai's eyes were close to dead. He only seemed to relax, feel different, when you touched him so gently. You quickly clean up and head to make him food. "You don't have to eat all of it y'know...just some, okay?" You whisper, setting the box in front of him.

He can tell your eyes are studying him as he eats, wondering what your Dazai from years ago has turned into. You look at him proudly when he finishes half of it before pushing it away. "Thank you," you whisper.

Handing him a toothbrush, you let him brush his teeth and fix the mess that is your bedroom, knowing he'll ask to sleep. And surely, 5 minutes later he stumbles to your doorway. "Can I...Can I stay?" You look him up and down, smiling softly. Compared to the terrible look he had when he first appeared at your door, he looks better. No longer like a man seconds from being a corpse.

"'Course," You smile, pulling back the covers, "C'mere."

He walks to the bed, crawling onto the soft sheets carefully. His brown eyes look at you expectingly, watching you get under the covers with him. He moves his body next to yours, putting his face into your neck without a word. "Ready to talk?" You whisper. His hoarse voice whispers a 'No.'

The calming effect your fingers have as they glide along him and his hair makes him feel like he's home. "Okay, just sleep. I'll be right here, I'm not leaving."

Dazai again, speaks no words, but his legs entertangle with yours. He remembers just why he came here. He missed you. Even if Odasaku is gone, he has you to make sure he doesn't go over the deep end. He'll save people, he'll grant Odasaku's last wish. But first, he wants to rest. Right next to his home.

"I promise, sleep." The man listens, squeezing onto you as if to test that this is real before drifting off.

For the first time in days...he's at peace.

A/N: dazai srsly needs a hug, 'n ill b the one 2 give it 2 him if no one else will! we need more fluffy fics of taking care of dazai, rather than dazai taking care of us. nyway, if u haven't signed up 4 the new tag list u totally should! there's new options n better format.

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chuuyasfanboy · 4 months

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Happy new year! This popped into my head on my way home from a party, so I figured I better write it LOL

Can you tell I'm still figuring out my blog formatting-

"I'll fuck you into next year."

Dazai x GN!Reader

Sex with Dazai comes in two forms. And more often than not, it's wholly unserious. Sure, on certain events (Birthdays, Valentine's day, Anniversaries, etc.) he goes out of his way to be romantic. But casual banging, on New Year's Eve no less? You can't possibly expect him not to crack some jokes.

Not that it doesn't feel good. No, no. Your legs are pushed against your chest in a mating press, and he's reaching so deep inside you that you think you might explode. Grunts and moans fill the room alongside a melody of skin against skin. But in-between groans and kisses planted so gently on your neck, Dazai's doing nothing but laughing. You aren't fairing much better.

"God, I'm gonna fuck you all the way into the next year, you hear me?"

11:49; he wasn't too far off from that goal. And while your stamina was nothing compared to his, he was sure you could make it just ten more minutes. Right? You were practically made for him, after all.

11:58; he pulled away for only a second, just enough time to adjust the display of your bedside clock, the seconds now counting down below the hours and minutes. As he pressed back inside you, his gaze remained firmly in place on the clock, freeing a hand from holding your thighs to instead cares your cheek, grinning.

And when the clock begun to ding, he let out the most animated moan he could manage, suddenly shifting to act like a man starved.

"Oh, baby, I feel like I haven't had you all to myself since last year~!"

This is what you get for choosing to date Dazai. But is he worth it? Absolutely, yes.

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ruified · 4 months

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ೃ₊• BSD Boyfriend HCs ❞

•➯; WARNINGS: alcohol (chuuya)

•➯; CHARACTERS: Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, Fyodor Dostoevsky + Nikolai Gogol

•➯; SYNOPSIS: headcanons about being their partner

•➯; A/N: i will make another part if i come up with ideas for other characters

• • • 📂 ◠◠◠◠◠◠◠◠◠❀ ┈┈┈

CHUUYA —

— he opens a bottle from his collection for your anniversary because that’s how important you are to him

— he’ll let you ride his motorcycle with him (a sign of trust) but he always helps you put on your gear first

— he does a little helmet bump (where your forehead would be) with you after it’s secured

— loves going to nice and fancy restaurants with you, typically likes to get a table that’s by a window or in a corner, somewhere a bit more private

— sometimes he complains to you about his subordinates doing dumb stuff, but you know that he cares about them regardless

— after long days, he’ll come home and just bury his face in you for a while

— when he’s had a rough day, he likes to eat in with you, something easy, and watch an old movie

— he calls the characters in the movie out on their stupidity, it’s cute how frustrated he gets with them sometimes

— he’s not the biggest fan of his birthday, but he likes to see how happy you get about it

— a lot of compliments + words of affirmation

— he likes to go shopping with you, especially clothes shopping, he loves seeing you all dressed up

— his favorite thing about you would have to be your smile

— he loves when you play with his hair, he loves the pressure of your fingers on his scalp and the little scratches

DAZAI —

— café dates, y’know, if he actually has the means to pay for it

— you’ll be cooking a lot for him, but the warmth in his expression makes it worth it, plus all the little kisses he gives you to distract you from cooking and washing the dishes

— his love language is physical touch so long as he initiates it, he’s not used to others initiating it, but he’s trying to get used to it

— after you two have grown close enough, he’ll take you to bar lupin

— refuses to get out of bed in the morning, he will hold you down and beg for just five more minutes

— he loves showing you little trinkets and things he just finds and picks up

— the type of guy to share “fun facts”, sometimes they’re incredibly morbid but he’s so enthusiastic about it

— his favorite thing about you is your laugh, especially when it’s because of him

— little, subtle touches when you’re in public: tucking your hair behind your ear, holding pinkies, holding hands under the table, pressing his thigh against yours, etc.

— he absolutely adores head pats, sometimes he’ll stop you from pulling away your hand to just have it rest atop his head

— sometimes he changes the words to songs to make them about you and sings them while walking around the apartment with you

— he loves laying on the couch and having you lay on top of him like a weighted blanket, pressure = comfort

FYODOR —

— this man essentially courted you, he doesn’t care if you already liked him, he’ll just make you fall more because he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do this properly

— he doesn’t want to rush anything so he takes his time with you, but he certainly makes it worth it

— he loves getting you gifts, but he’s not the type to give them in person, he leaves them in obvious places for you to find

— he’s great at being romantic, he gives the loveliest compliments and calls you sweet things like “love”, “darling”, “dear(est)”, “precious”, etc.

— he loves to have tea parties with you when he’s free

— he often goes to bed later than you, so he climbs in silently and immediately knows to hold you

— he genuinely appreciates it when you stop him from biting his fingers, especially when you hold his hand and/or give them kisses

— he loves having you sit with him while he practices the cello

— his hands are always so cold, so he loves it when you hold them, he loves feeling your warmth

— he isn’t the one who normally initiates physical affection, but he’s very accepting of it

— his favorite thing about you is your hair

— he will help you wash your hair and play with it, he’ll even take a few strands and kiss it

— he loves it when you make slavic food for him, it provides a homey feeling

— he’ll teach you some russian (if you don’t know already), especially things to call him/say to him

NIKOLAI —

— when he gives gifts, he makes them super elaborate and puts them in strange/unexpected places

— he finds it funny to tell you that there’s some sort of gift for you somewhere and then watch you try to figure it out, he always ends up giving you super obvious hints though

— he gets love aggression sometimes, he’ll come up to you and squeeze your face and say something about eating you alive (or possibly even more morbid)

— calls you “dove”

— he lets you braid his hair and do other stuff with it

— takes you on dates to the theater to go see random plays and musicals

— he loves to pick you up and spin you around, even if that means you both fall over in each others arms

— “who’s the most beautiful person in the world? correct, it’s you!”

— after the two of you get closer, he’ll start unmasking around you occasionally

— when he does unmask, he loves just laying with you and relaxing, it gives him time to recharge, he likes being taken care of too

— he loves holding your face in his hands

— he’s big on physical affection, he loves to cuddle you and squeeze you tight

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tinkerleaf · 22 days

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Protective Men

warnings: cursing, a little violence, creeps

✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

I can see Dazai as the type to carefully watch as the client you've been working with leans a little too close to you. He may be across the room but he still follows the man's every move. You wave off a few subtly flirtatious remarks and glance over at Dazai. When he sees the man 'accidentally' brush a hand on your back, he's had enough, leaving his chair and strolling over to the two of you.

"You need any help, sweetheart?"

Your client is less than pleased with his presence, "We're fine, thank you."

"You're flirting with them, aren't you?" His voice is calm and low, but his tone has a clear edge of warning.

The man scoffs, "As if that's any of your business."

"They're a little busy with your case right now. You should be focused on that."

"I don't think I was hurting anything."

"That's not the point. They're working. They don't need you to distract them." Dazai replies, still calm but firm. "Atsushi! Come take this case!"

The silver-haired boy comes in, a look of concern on his face. "What's going on?"

"Nothing" Dazai replies with a smirk, "This fellow has a case for you."

Atsushi nods and takes over while Dazai takes you by the arm and leads you out of the office. "I didn't like that at all."

"I can see that," you smile as you two walk into the cafe. "But now I've lost a case..."

"You didn't need it. I've seen his file. You're more suited for missions than simple tasks. It's good practice for Atsushi." He sips his coffee. "Besides, he was too comfortable with you, and I don't like random people getting too close to you."

✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

I imagine Chuuya biting his tongue to keep himself from telling off the man whose eyes were all over your figure. The Port Mafia had all kinds of weirdos come in and out, but this one in particular must not have known who he was dealing with.

When you get up to leave, the man grabs you by your wrist. "Where ya goin'?"

Chuuya instantly stands and swiftly places a knife up to his throat. The man lets you go, holding his hands above his head. "Keep your fucking hands off of them."

"I wasn't gonna do anythi-"

Chuuya interrupts him by knocking him out. The man has an important role for now in the mafia, so he couldn't kill him yet.

"Come on." You follow him back to his office. He shuts the door behind him and sits at his desk. "Look at me."

You sit down across from him.

"If anything happens like that again with anybody here, you let me know first, understand?"

You nod.

"That shit pisses me off more than anything, especially when it comes to you."

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sonder-paradise · 10 months

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Hello, my dear friend. I was thinking… what if Chuuya, Akutagawa, Dazai, Atsushi are having a nightmare and their s/o comforts them?… btw, I really like your posts🖤 thank you for doing them, I really like them a lot💙💛

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 — 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬

◊ characters. chuuya nakahara, osamu dazai, ryunosuke akutagawa, atsushi nakajima, gn!reader

◊ genre. slight angst, comfort

◊ note. thank you for the req i had fun :)

— 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

for a man that does not dream, the closest he gets is the vague feeling that he is not safe. when he awakes, his palms stick to the sheets. his chest pounds and he swears he doesn't know what's going on.

he remembers nothing but a vague memory that something is wrong. he blinks, breathing slowly. once, twice, and then finally turning his head to look down at your sleeping form.

you are safe. he is safe. but as you shift in your sleep, mumbling something softly to yourself before finally looking up at him with hazy eyes, he feels a horrid, painful ache in his chest.

"chuuya? what are you doing up?" you whisper. your voice soothes something inside him and he swallows thickly.

"nothing. just thinking," he says quickly.

your lips tug down for a moment before letting out a sigh. your hand wraps around his waist, pulling him back down to the bed to lay down. he lays in your embrace quietly, soaking in your whispered words and soothing touch.

"you know you can tell me if something's the matter."

"i know."

unspoken words drift into the silence and chuuya releases his grip on the sheets to hold you a little tigher.

— 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢

dazai says nothing. pulling himself out of bed and towards the kitchen. he's not sure what to do. his mind races and for a second he's scared. everything feels so unfamiliar, so unnatural.

'it was just a dream.'

that's what he tells himself as he paces the kitchen debating on heading down to the Lupin. then you appear in the doorway. he stills himself, eyes wide as his lips fall open in an attempt to explain himself.

but then, he doesn't have to.

"osamu... if you had a nightmare, it's okay to talk to me."

he pauses once more. for a brief second, he looks close to tearing up. but dazai knows better. it would be silly to find relief in you just because of some silly dream.

but when you stand a little straighter and open your arms like that... he can't help but find his way back into your embrace. you stroke his hair as he sinks into your touch.

"wanna talk about it?" you whisper, slowly but surely leading him back towards the bed.

"no," he murmurs, letting himself succumb to the way you just... take care of him. no extra narrative involved except your love.

— 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

panic. that's the first thing atsushi feels upon waking back up. he's alert and scanning the room for potential areas of danger. but as he soaks in the atmosphere, he spots his familiar room, the scent of you and him intermingled comfortingly and most important, you.

he stills himself, trying to pull it together slowly. questions race through his mind. is it okay to wake you for this? would you be mad if he got closer? his anxiety warps his already panicked state of mind.

then you roll over, rubbing your eyes before realizing the sort of state your lover's currently in.

"atsushi..." you murmur, carefully holding your arms open. "what's wrong?"

he immediately latches on with no intention of letting go anytime soon. silence replaces his answer but eventually he mumbles the details of his dream to you.

you’re quiet, taking in the way be trembles under your touch and stiffens when he thinks you’re about to pull away.

“i’m here. i’m not going anywhere,” you whisper and he nods and accepts those words.

the silence becomes a little less terrifying.

— 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚

he wouldn’t admit he’s been startled awake by something haunting his mind. akutagawa turns away from you, unable to look at your peaceful form.

he traces back his memory; where he is, who he is, and his safety. he’s not wearing his coat…

akutagawa grabs the dark coat that sits patiently on a chair nearby. he wraps it around himself and questions if sleep is still a viable option for him.

then your voice hurries from the bed and he returns to your side.

“ryuu, are you going somewhere?” you ponder aloud, noticing the way he grips his coat a little tighter.

“no,” he grumbles.

you stare at him quizzically. he looks so frail and tired standing there so awkwardly. you soften your tone as you reach out to cup his cheek.

“you can keep the coat on. just lay down with me, is that okay?”

he thinks for a moment, then nods and sits back down. the coat is still wrapped around his frail shoulders. you pull your arms around him too.

akutagawa isn’t sure whether or not to love this affection or shun away from it. but it feels so warm, so unfamiliar yet right that he accepts it.

it’s a better alternative than the nightmarish comforts that await him when he shuts his eyes.

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flametrashira · 4 months

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What about a Soft-Dom!GN reader with Dazai,,,who spoils him with verbal praise 🥺? Thank you,,,

(I'm 22 <3)

My friend, it would be my absolute pleasure. I am on a humongous Dazai kick at the moment and this request had me running to my laptop.

Pairing: SoftDom!GN!reader x Sub!Dazai

Content Guidance: NSFW. Jerking him off in the ADA office. Praise kink. Soft Dom reader. Sub Dazai. Approx 1500 words.

Good Boys Get Belly Rubs

Dazai appeared to be slacking off again but when it came to him you knew better than to believe your eyes. He was always doing something.

As far as you were aware, you were the only two people in the Armed Detective Agency's office. Everyone else was out working on cases and following leads. You tried to stay focused on your task– writing a very important report on the cannibalism incident on behalf of one Ranpo Edogawa (which, the top detective had insisted, couldn't possibly be done by anyone else but you) but you found your gaze consistently drawn toward Dazai.

He lay belly-down on the office's couch, kicking his feet back and forth like a schoolgirl on a particularly juicy phone call. His eyes were closed, and he was humming softly to himself and smiling. His fingertips rested on the headphones nestled inside his ears, and faint, tinny voices could be heard coming from the device in his pocket.

He was completely engrossed in whatever it was he was doing and… entirely adorable.

“God, you're so cute.”

You weren't exactly sure what compelled you to mutter those words aloud, but the moment you let them loose, Dazai's head whipped round, his grin spreading as fast as the heat across your face.

You just about died inside. “No. No-no-no you weren't meant to hear that.”

“But I did!” He smirked proudly, raising onto all fours and turning round with his usual brand of somehow graceful gangliness. “You think I'm cute?”

The heat pricked along your throat. “You had headphones in, you creep. How are you always aware of everything?”

“Because I never know when a– frankly quite charming– office clerk is going to confess their feelings for me, and today, it seems, is that day.” He hopped up from the couch and strode over to your desk, where you were hiding your head behind your hands.

He slid his hands in his pocket, leaning a hip against your desk and crossing his ankles. “You're even more charming when you're flustered, by the way. It's quite a skill. A deadly one at that. How am I supposed to resist?”

“You're too much, Dazai,” you sighed, melting a little despite yourself beneath his soft, brown gaze.

“I don't know, you look like you can handle a lot…” A corner of his mouth lifted slightly above the angle of his usual affable smile. “So, what do you say? You buy me lunch and I… I continue being cute?”

“Are you going to ask me to commit double suicide with you?”

“Would you say yes?”

“No.”

“Shucks. Then I guess it's just lunch,” he said, giving a dismissive wave of his hand. But his apparent disappointment vanished as soon as it appeared. “Lunch with a coworker… who thinks I'm cute.”

“Stop.”

“Heh.” He grinned again, his charm returning tenfold. There was just something about Dazai. No matter how annoying he was being, there was still always something endearing about him. Perhaps it was his boyish smile, his shaggy hair you just wanted to run your fingers through and pull on, perhaps the chronic emotional unavailability, the mysterious past, or maybe it was all of it. But attraction to Dazai was like death and taxes.

“Please say it again,” he said, as he sat in the chair at the opposite side of your desk and leaned forward to rest on his elbows. “Just one more time… for me. Tell me I'm cute. Call me… Cutie-kun.”

“You are cute,” you conceded. “You're like a puppy. One who hasn't been properly socialized.”

“Does that mean you're about to leash and collar me and smack me with a newspaper?”

You crinkled your nose in playful disagreement. “Eh… I'm more into praise and belly rubs.”

His eyes widened barely perceptibly, but you caught it. A low chuckle escaped him and he leaned forward, cradling his chin on the backs of his interlocked fingers and arching his eyebrow. “Oh? Well now. This is getting much more interesting than I anticipated.”

“Now, Dazai, you didn't expect me to be a flustered mess for you all the time, did you?”

He laughed and leaned in conspiratorially, his breath warm against your lips. “Maybe we skip lunch? Savory food always sits heavy in my stomach anyway and I did have a big breakfast. We could just go straight to dessert–”

“Dazai?”

“Hm?”

“Hush for a second.”

You weren't sure who closed the distance first. Both you and Dazai leaned in, eyes heavy-lidded as you breathed the same heated air. Relief tangled with the nervousness of the first kiss between you, the sudden shift of a boundary and the sheer joy of having new territory to explore. And then his lips; soft, warm, and smiling against yours. You lost yourselves in the kind of kiss which doesn't break, neither of you pulling back to draw air. You didn't even break it as you climbed onto your desk and down the other side to straddle his lap, running your fingers through that shaggy brown hair you'd wanted to touch since day one.

His slender hands gripped your waist, his tongue surprisingly shy until you coaxed it out with the hungry caresses of your own.

It was wholly irresponsible; you needed your job at the ADA. He knew it and so did you. But the threat of being caught only intensified it all. Kunikida could walk in at any second and tear you both a new one, but as you pressed your teeth into Dazai’s lower lip and he let out a stifled moan of pleasure against your mouth, you didn’t give a single crap about anything else.

Your hands skated beneath his waistcoat, tugging free the shirt beneath and unbuckling his belt. “This okay?” you said, your words a whisper carried on your desperate breaths.

“God… yes… keep going. Keep going.”

You’d never seen him in such a state before. Every word was hard-won, punctuated by gasping breaths. He blushed so sweetly; a soft dusting of pink just above his cheekbones. All that suave confidence, his general air of being in complete control, slipped the moment your fingertips rasped against the sparse trail of coarse hair trailing down from his navel.

“Hoh!” He gasped, his throat flexing beneath his bandages. “Belly rubs… definitely… hah… nice.”

A smirk tilted your lips as your hands dipped beneath the hem of his trousers. “Yeah? You gonna start barking, Cutie-kun?”

“Howling.” His lips sought yours once more as you wrapped your fist around the base of his cock. Whatever his next words were, they were urgent, stifled, and intelligible as you kissed him again, slowly and gently stroking his hardening cock.

A low groan escaped him, rumbling from deep within his chest before it trailed off into the most pitiful and desperate whine.

“That feel good?” you asked.

He nodded, for once in his life completely unable to answer back. His lips parted as your other hand caressed his lower belly, feeling the taught muscle and sinew twitch beneath your fingers. He surrendered control so eagerly, his expression both tormented and peaceful. He seemed to find comfort in submission, in letting you take command of his pleasure.

“You’re gonna have to cum quickly before someone catches us. Can you do that for me?”

Another nod, his head lolling back as his hold on your hips tightened.

“Good,” you said, reveling in his ruin. “I wish you could see yourself right now, Dazai. You’re so beautiful, blushing so prettily for me.”

“Fuck…” he moaned, covering his blushing face with his hands.

“Oh, I think someone likes being praised,” you chuckled, maintaining the steady rhythm of your strokes. Leaning in to whisper, you let your lips graze the sensitive spot beneath his ear. “Do you like being told you’re a good boy, Osa-chan?”

His body jolted beneath you, his hand leaving his eyes to grip your shoulder. “Nghh, fuck…”

“Such a good, beautiful boy with such a nice wet cock.”

A choked cry escaped Dazai’s lips and he quickly reached down to lift his shirt to his chest, barely making it in time before his cum sprayed across his twitching belly. “Oh fuck oh fuck ohh–”

“Shh shh,” you stifled his cries by kissing him once more, letting him whine and whimper into your mouth. Stroking his throbbing dick through the peak of his orgasm with one hand, you smeared his spend across his abdomen with the other. His thighs trembled beneath you, hips bucking and stuttering, thrusting his cock against your palm.

When he stilled beneath your touch, you released his cock, cupping his face between your palms and kissing his cupid’s bow. “Good boy.”

He smiled so peacefully, enjoying those moments of complete bliss, of being taken care of.

“Thank you,” he uttered, eyes hazy in the wake of pleasure. “I needed that.”

“Anytime. You still wanna grab lunch?”

“Yeah…” He released a long breath and ran his hands through his hair before glancing at the mess on his belly and pulling his shirt down over it. “I’ll be heading to the race track after. Something tells me that it's best that I go there on a full stomach.”

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noxxchive · 24 days

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mwah what up dawg can i requests dazai with a s/o whos very immature like laughs at the wrong time, whos laughs at inapporiate jokes and pranks kunikida. :33

YAHOOO hello hi hey anon!! TY for the request ehhehe MUA also dazai is so silly i wanna put him in a microwave *having a near death stroke*

✦ Dazai with an immature S/O ✦

♫ Walking On A Dream - Empire Of The Sun

✧ warnings : gn reader・ bad writing・slight hint at suggestive jokes・dazai being dazai (what else is new)・crack?・fluff??? (what the fuck is this help…)

✧ summary : some headcanons (my brain is fried) + you and zaza Dazai are a tad bit silly together at the agency instead of workin

w/c : 1K-ish

Youuuu two are pretty much the cause of Kunikida's daily headaches…

…though it's not just Kunikida losing his mind at this point, with both you and Dazai matching each other's energy, the whole agency is praying for peace every day.

Dazai feels prideful when he gets to get a little laugh out of you, it's easy for you to laugh at things and he finds it adorable

Your laughs and giggles feed his ego TRUST

His favorite moments are when you both seem to read each other's mind, later going back and forth between your ideas of how to annoy Kunikida

Both end up getting scolded and lectured by him, and in a worst-case scenario, he forces the two of you to sit as far apart from each other as possible while dumping piles of paper on your desks.

Your laughs also make him burst out laughing as well no matter how unfunny or serious the situation can be

With his way of wording things and your humor combined, it’s impossible for you to not snicker when he says the most normal things

“Dazai can you over real quick—” “I’m coming!” “…….that’s what she said LMFAOOOO”

A hundred percent made you laugh so much once that your stomach AND jaw were hurting

Dazai is silly, so it’s only fair he gets an ALSO silly s/o

…Today was unexpectedly boring. No special cases, no special encounters with the infamous port mafia… no special anything. Just paperwork. The only way to entertain yourself—and slack off from dealing with the paperwork and reporting on earlier cases—was to cause a little bit of chaos. The awkward silence throughout the agency’s office was killing you anyways…

You took a quick glance at Dazai who was sitting across the room and laying his chin on his desk, half asleep and bored out of his mind. He was quick to notice you looking at him and returned your gaze with his shit eating grin. The one that meant ‘nothing but trouble™’.

Your lips parted slightly to mouth the words ‘I’m bored’ to him, but Dazai was already spinning around in his office chair and wheeling his way closer to Kunikida’s desk.

“Heeeeey Kunikida~ So, you see, me and y/n are a teensy bit bored and I was wo-”

“Get the hell back to work, Dazai.”

The blond grumbled in frustration, not even raising his head from the monitor screen in front of him. His hands typed into the computer with speed, making a continuous clicking sound. Kunikida then paused, fixed his glasses and turned his head to you.

“…You too, y/n.”

He added, speaking in a much less annoyed tone than when he talked to Dazai. He immediately went back to working. The brunette sighed, getting back to his desk with a pout. Though, you knew that he was way too bored to have mercy on Kunikida today—or literally any other day.

Yanking one of the forms put aside on his desk in a swift motion, Dazai carefully turned it into a paper plane. He continued doing so until nearly half the pile of papers was gone and paper plane-ified. You raised your head from your own work and watched in amusement.

“Oh? You knew origami and didn’t tell me? Wow, ‘samu, can’t believe you’ve been keeping such great talent a secret from me!” You giggled, clutching your chest to add onto your dramatic act while spinning your office chairs’ way closer to Dazai. He grinned, busy adding the finishing touches to his 30th paper plane, “Oh I can do much more than some silly origami stuff, trust me on that.”

A chuckle escaped from your lips, loud enough for Dazai’s ears to catch it and smile with pride. He was so focused that he had even piqued Atsushi and Kyouka’s interest—along with Ranpo stealing glances from time to time.

You had long begun to help him with whatever he was scheming, making a few paper planes of your own and dropping the 45th? 54th? Whatever number paper plane onto his desk. While both of you were busy with your paper plane making, Kunikida’s laptop slammed shut; though neither you nor Dazai heard it or the sound of him stomping his way to the two of you. Dazai snickered while you counted the paper planes he’d made, going back and forth with the numbers as you kept losing count.

“Goddammit Dazai, stop distracting me! Unless you want to count all this yourself…” You grumbled and playfully smacked him in the head with the plane you were holding. He chuckled and opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off when Kunikida cleared his throat.

It made you both sink into your seats, slowly turning to face him—arms crossed and impatiently tapping his foot.

“Dazai. Y/n. May I ask what you’re doing? It’s not work as far as I’m concerned.”

Kunikida’s tone was surprisingly calm… the calm before the storm, you thought. Dazai, completely nonchalant about Kunikida’s presence, held one of the paper planes up and above his own head and grinned.

“Entertaining ourselves since boredom is ought to kill us~ Why do you ask?”

Out of curiosity, you decided to unfold one of the planes to take a look at it’s contents. Your vision blurred for a second once you realized what all that paperwork that you had turned into planes actually was… While Dazai was busy showing off the paper plane he had in hand to Kunikida, you desperately tugged on his sleeve, tapped his shoulder, shook his hand, anything to get him to stop talking.

“Dazai… have you even taken a look at what those papers were about?” Kunikida cut Dazai off, brows furrowed.

“Hmm? Oh, no not really! What’re they fo—”

“They’re all boss’ notes and reports…”

You whispered to him in a shaky voice, eyes still glued to Fukuzawa’s signature at the bottom of the crumpled piece of paper.

“Handwritten notes and reports.”

All three of you turned your head to Ranpo, who was fiddling around with a bag of chips, struggling to get it open.

“Those are all handwritten by him. He left them on Dazai’s desk not expecting anyone to touch them, knowing that he barely—almost never works… Just thought I’d let you know.”

A long pause. Ranpo then turned his chair around and aside from his faint chewing, the silence in the office had become deafening…

“…Wow, nice work, detective Dazai Osamu…” You mocked, eyebrows knitted together.

“Hey! Don’t throw me under the bus like thaaaaat, you helped too! So cruel of you, bella…”

Dazai gave you a dramatic ‘hmph!’ and awkwardly turned to Kunikida—who was practically shaking in fury—with a sheepish smile, throwing the paper plane at his head followed by a nervous laughter.

“Nowwww before you do or say anything, Kunikida-kun~ In my defens-”

“…DazaaAAAIIII—!!!”

p.s : its been awhile since ive written and actually posted it so this is a bit wonky I KNOW im not this ass at writing please spare my life i have a wife and kids…

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ilovechuuy4 · 19 days

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What you know about reachin' your peak and inches of death܀⊹~

Soukoku x GN!Reader

Warnings; HEAVY sex/Smut, making out/kissing, face fucking, threes0me, double penetration, no protection (condoms.), rough sex, bl0wj0bs, rimming/eating out, anal sex, f1ngering, spit as lube (hardly proofread

Description; A threes0me with your BOYFRIEND and COWORKER?

A/N: Hai hai!!! If you saw the pole you could tell what won, thank you for the almost 400 votes too! I love all the support and notes :3 I hope y'all like this one a lot!! Love y'all! ♡(P.S this is gonna be one of my longer fanfics tried my best to make it short but since it isn't head canons and us a fic about PURE SMUT it was going to be long. 100 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!!!

You weren't the one that recommended it, it was inntionally your coworker, Dazai, who asked. How did you even end up between your boyfriend, chuuya, and that annoying dazai. You had to admit they were both really attractive though as dazai kissed your neck slowly. Chuuyas hands trailing down your body.

The words Dazai asked still ringing in your ears, "Hey I know you're dating someone but can we do a threesome with him and the both of us?" He was so forward with it. You remember being so flustered you couldn't even form a sentence and ended up rambling to your boyfriend about it and he actually agreed.

You had to admit that being sandwiches in between these two wasn't the worst thing in your life since the attention was all on you. By the time you were dazed, Dazai already made it his plan to strip you naked, take your clothes anywhere but your body. The brunette was already at your thighs biting softly at them meanwhile your boyfriend was undressing himself, his lips glued to yours.

Chuuyas fingers were lubed with his own spit as he gently pushing one inside you, thrusting them in and out of you slowly. This was a lot. You were already overstimulated because of all the kisses and biting but now this was an entire new level. Dazai was slowly stroking himself, you could tell he wanted you to blow him.

You leaned forward a bit, kissing the base of Dazai's shaft with soft whimpering as you felt Chuuya add another finger. "Spread your legs a wide, darlin'," Chuuya hums softly, kissing down your back. You comply, spreading your legs wider for your boyfriend all the while you take Dazais cock in your mouth.

The brunette groans softly, his fingers caressing the back of your neck, gently pushing you down further on his cock. "Oh fuck..keep going baby," he mutters, his hips slowly thrusting up a bit. You could feel the ginger haired male behind you slowly add another finger inside you. 2 fingers now, sliding slowly in and out of you.

"Darlin' you wouldn't mind if I went down on you, right?" Chuuya asked, kissing softly down the small of your back. You felt blood rush up into your now beet red face as you pull away slowly from Dazais erect member to respond. "I wouldn't mind," you responded nervously. Yes you've don't many inappropriate things with your boyfriend but this was a different.

"Mkay, tell me if I'm steppin' over any boundaries here," Chuuya says before pulling his fingers out of you. His lips pulled away from the small of your back, moving to your spread legs. This was easy for chuuya, take you were on your hands and knees. His hands were gently squeezing your thighs as he leans in, his tongue lapping at your already drenched hole from his saliva and other bodily fluids.

You let out a soft whimper as you feel the sensation of chuuya wet tongue lap at your private areas. Before anything else, Dazai gently pushes your head down, his erect pressed against your lips. "You gonna keep going, baby?" Dazai asked with that usual shit eating grin. You nod, opening your mouth to take him back in.

You suck, bobbing your head up and down the room filled with sucking and slurping not only from you but, chuuya too as he continues to eat you out/rim you. You felt as his tongue slowly slips inside you, chuuya enjoyed tasting the unique way you tasted. You moan around Dazais cock, your hands trembling as your nails dig into the brunette's thighs.

"Wow, calm down now baby~ Your nails hurt now," Dazai said with a chuckle, his slim fingers running through your messy hair all the while he pushes you don't further. You gag a bit but slowly get used to the horrific feel of the tip hitting the back of your throat.

You felt Chuuya pull away from you, his hands roaming your body. "Sweetheart, im gonna go in now, alright? But just know we don't have any condoms we ran out the other day" Chuuya said, kissing your spine softly. You nod, still sucking Dazais cock despite feeling your cowork thrust his hips up, shoving his cock further in your mouth.

Chuuya rolls down his pants, taking out his erect cock. He spit on his hand, rubbing it on his cock as a lubricant. He positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you by rubbing it against your hole. He then slowly pushed in with a heavy groan. His cock sunk into you, slowly disapearing inside you.

"Fuck..darlin' you're so tight." Chuuya groans, his kisses trails on your spine as his slow thrusts start speeding up. You moan and whimper, your body trembling like a leaf in the air. You were on your hands and knees, sucking Dazais cock as he bucks his hips up into your mouth, face fucking you.

"Goddamn..Chuuya you have a fine partner here..good in bed and good at work..i might just steal them." Dazai groans with a smirk. Chuuya knew what this cocky bastard was doing, trying to get him angry so he’d move more aggressively but that just wasnt gonna happen. Chuuya keeps his thrusts steady and at medium paced, pumping his cock inside you.

Dazai thrusts his hips up, your lips against the base of his length and your nose practically buried in his happy trail. You gag against it as he gently pulls your hair, taking you away from his cock. "Chuuya~ cmon let this pretty thing get in my lap and maybe they can take double." He said with a mischievous smirk while making a hand motion of two fingers going in and out a hole he made with his other hand.

Chuuya slowly pulls back, his erect slipping from your entrance. "You bastard," he growled yet he complied. The fingers hand wrapped around your waist helping you get onto Dazais lap, your back pressing against Dazais chest. The blood that had rushed to your face made you look like a ripe beet freshly picked from the ground.

"We'll go slow darlin' don't worry too much." Chuuya reassured gently kissing your neck as he entered you once more, thrust into slowly trying to prepare you for what's to come. You whimpers soft, biting your lip as you feel the tip of Dazais erect slowly push it. It was painful, yes, but it would be worth it surely.

You feel Dazai push in, spreading you wider than you've felt before. Youre legs trembling as you dig your nails into Chuuyas shoulder blades. "Wow, babe you're really fucking tight down here," Dazai says with a chuckle. Chuuya cuts in with a huff, "I wounded why you fucking nut job." Chuuya snaps, slowly trusting in and out of Y/N.

Dazais entire length finally makes it fully inside you, his thrusts matching the pace of Chuuyas yet a little faster. You squirm a bit as their pace picks up, your moans filling the room. "Ch..chuuya, mhm~ ahh~" you moan, your back arching slightly as you can feel them hitting your core.

The raveshing of your insides goes on for at least another 30 minutes, you've reached your peak multiple times and it feels like you can't reach it much more. Their pace had sped up over time, slamming into you mercilessly. You were panting heavily, you're nail marks etching a drawing of y'alls shared pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum darlin'." Chuuya warned, kissing down your neck slowly, his thrusts quick and steady. "Me too, Y/N. Surely you can take both are pleasure?" Dazai said with a cocky smile with a loud groan, cumming deep within your anal cavidy, chuuya cumming quickly after.

Their thrusts slowly before coming to a full stop, the room silent but the soft pants of y'alls breathing. You sit there in pure ecstasy, you're body trembling between the two. It truely felt as if you reached your peak and inches of death. Chuuya slowly pulls out, Dazai following as your entrance throbbed, their mixed ecstasy dripping out of you.

The room smelt of musk and the lingering aftermath of sex. You felt refreshed yet exhausted as Dazai pressed a kiss on the nape of your neck and Chuuya putting one on your lips before pulling away.

"You look like death just came apon you baby~" Dazai said with a chuckle making Chuuya growl. "Leave 'em alone damnit." Chuuya states pulling you into his arms and holding you tight.

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emmyrosee · 6 months

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I’ve been sick for the past week, so here have this

———-

“If i have to tell you not to come in here one more time, I swear to all of the gods-“

“I’m just bringing you soup!”

Osamu doesn’t do well when you’re sick. At all.

Your presence is something he craves like a beast, your cuddles have him desperate for contact, and if he doesn’t miss your kisses something unholy and fierce, and he’s a desperate man for your attention.

Slowly creeping in, trying his best to ignore your glares of stern disapproval for him being in there as you stare him down. The tray in his hands shake slightly under the intensity of your gaze, and by the time he makes it to you, he’s fighting the smile that’s so desperately trying to splay on his cheeks from being back in your proximity.

“You need to eat,” he says cooly.

“And you’re going to get my germs.”

“As long as they’re yours, I’m happy,” he hums, and you give him a gag. Then, as he moves to set down the tray over your lap, you rest a hand on his warm wrist, and he nearly tears up at the contact.

“Osamu,” you chuckle. “This is my fifth bowl of soup today. And it’s a different kind from the last four. How bored are you?”

He shrugs, “just like cooking.”

“You miss mee,” you tease, just to lighten the mood, and he rolls his eyes with a scoff.

“I do not miss you, you’re down the hall.”

“You miss my cuddles-“

“Whatever you say.”

“Miss biting me-“

“No, I don’t.”

“Miss kissing me-“

With this tease, you pucker your lips dramatically, but you’re shocked when he quickly leans down to steal the mocking kiss, cackling and running out of the room while you scream scolds at him.

“ARE YOU TRYING TO DIE?”

“Love you!”

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prttykittes · 6 months

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| day three(October 26) impregnation time!

— Breeding kink •

— Dazai x GN!Reader •

— synopsis:: your partner has a sudden feeling for breeding and getting you impregnated, it doesn't matter if you can't get pregnant !

CW. Breeding kink, soft to rough, cumming inside, unprotected sex, hickies, creampie

A/N: I think I have a breeding kink, did this during school! ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

[KINKTOBER 2023;] — head back!

Your body rocks, your face was in the pillows. You muffled your moans as he continued to pound you, his movements were soft but rough at the same time. He kissed your neck and started to suck on your neck. Your neck hurted for a bit, you can guess that he left multiple hickies. "Belladonna, your so gorgeous!" He said that with a teasing and playful tone. His dick kisses your spot inside of you, his dick never stopping. "Mmh!" Your moans were muffled as griped the pillow. His grip was on your hips, his hips stopped against yours as he turned you over to look at him. He moved your legs next to your head, he kissed you. He groaned and you slip your tongue into his mouth. He moved slowly as you reached for his brown locks. You both pulled away as he shoved his face into your neck, he had sudden memories of you playing with some kids he remembered your face as you brought some candy for the kids outside the shop. They were smiling and thanking you, you also had talked about kids and having baby fever. He started to go more faster as his balls slapped against your butt, gripped his shoulders and your body jolted by his movements. He didn't care if you can't get pregnant or not, he felt himself about to let go but first he needed to ask you. "Fuck— belladonna! I want to see you filled to the brim!" He yelled and you covered your mouth as you can feel tears brimming your eyes. "Please!" You plead to him, that was the final saying and he began to go faster. Your head was close to hit he headboard, he stopped for seconds but continued to ride out his orgasm. He put his hand on you stomach, he smiled ws he pulled out. He puts his fingers in your hole to stop his cum drooling out. He kissed your stomach, he had a smile on his face.

#kinktober #kittymilk #kittypussy #gender neutral reader #x reader #x reader smut #dazai x reader #dazai x reader smut #dazai osamu x reader #dazai smut #bsd x reader smut #bsd x reader #bsd x gn reader #cw. breeding kink #cw.creampie #cw.breeding kink

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lowkeyremi · 1 month

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Your boyfriend, Osamu had suggested you start a mukbang channel because he knows how much you love to eat. (also gives him a chance to watch you enjoy delicious foods he makes)

He's your cameraman of course, so sometimes it's hard to focus on eating when he's smiling at you from behind the camera or if he's copying your eating motions in a silly manner.

Some people comment about the twinkle in your eyes, others notice your smile. Even when you cut out the parts that you laugh in some people still pick up on Osamu's soft whispering in the background.

One user comments:

"DO THEY HAVE A BOYFRIEND!??? SOMEONE'S TALKING IN THE BACKGROUND!!"

Only when you reach 10k subs do you introduce them to your cute boyfriend, Osamu. He waves to the camera during the live stream, (instead of a pre-recorded video he wanted to answer any questions your fans may have) "Hi guys, yes I am the one who cooks all the food they eat in their videos."

One user sends a tip with a question

[name's]babygurl tipped $10 "Are you their boyfriend?"

"Thank you [name's]babygurl for the tip! Yes I am their boyfriend, we've been dating for quite some time now."

To say your fans love him is an understatement. They'll go crazy if they see his chopsticks reaching out from behind the camera to help you finish some food that you couldn't eat all of.

In the future your channel turns into a shared channel with Osamu. You two eat together and make conversation, your fans absolutely love it. It also helps Osamu get more customers at Onigiri Miya.

(Based off of the match lene gave me :3)

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu #osamu miya #haikyuu x gn!reader #miya osamu x reader

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stqrbxy · 1 year

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[ 治 ] osamu dazai hcs.

genre : fluff , smut.

t.w : choking kink, suggestive info.

request on : dazai’s muscles.

author’s note : ahh, i’m sorry for the time it took for me to produce this ! it was really hard for me to find stuff on this and all, along with studies, but i hope this suits your liking, i tried my best. (and, don't apologize, have a good day to you as well.) anddddd... i also accidentally deleted the request, i’m so sorry ahh.. D: but whoever requested it this is for you <3.

sfw hcs.

— i feel like, although he may look weak from his physique, he’s rather strong, as seen in chapter 106.5.

— i would mention his chest size, but i do not know about ab sizes.. (surprisingly?)

— i feel like his chest would be a tad bit more muscular than average.

— his physique’s pretty slim, but that does not stop him from being strong though.

— he’d love to love to surprise you by just picking you up and carrying you in bridal style or over his shoulder (like a sack of potatoes).

— bro’s strong as hell though... like that one scene where he pushes sigma out of the elevator through? damn.

— i swear, you’d try to pick on him or like (lovingly) assault him and then he’d just pick you up ‘with little to no effort, barely breaking a sweat

— whenever you two hug, you can feel his one hand ruffling your hair and his head resting on yours, as well as his chest against your face.

nsfw hcs. — scroll away if you’re uncomfortable.

— although most people headcannon him as a rough dom, i’d feel like he’d be softer, but a bit degrading with his words. (such as “aren’t you needy, hun?” , “look at you, we’ve barely even started.”)

— anyways, other than that. he doesn’t really use his strength during it that much, since he likes it gentle and slow.

— whenever he does go rough though, he’ll let you cling onto his shoulders or his well-built, toned chest.

— would hold you down with his veiny, strong hands if you ever squirm too much, or just try to escape from him in general.

— he would definitely agokui you and kiss you while caressing your waist/hip/thigh area with his other hand.

— or he’d just take both of your hands in one of his and place a knee between your crotch, smirking deviously and then, whatever happens, it’s up to you tbh.

— when he’s feeling really rough or needy, he’d pin you down or tie you up, or even choke you.

— speaking of choking, if you happen to have a choking kink, he’ll use every chance to wrap his hand around your neck.

— whenever he’s eating you out, or sucking on you, he’d like to hold your thighs down with his hands, making sure you don’t fall or anything.

#dazai osamu #osamu dazai #dazai x reader #osamu x reader #dazai x y/n #dazai x you #dazai fluff #dazai smut #dazai scenarios #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd smut #bsd x reader #dazai x female reader #dazai x male reader #dazai x gn!reader

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