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[melancoley-deactivated20250216]

ੈ˚☆ their last good-bye.

fandom: bungou stray dogs.

characters: ranpo, dazai.

reader: gn!

genre: headcanons.

content: angst, major character death, mention of blood and suicide.

word count: ~600 each // ~1.2k total.

cole's note: i was gonna write for chuuya as well but 1. it's already huge for hcs and 2. i wasn't feeling the 3rd character so i left it as 2 characters and, who knows, maybe i'll post a 2nd part with chuuya and akutagawa <3

ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading <3 ──────

˚ʚ ranpo.

Not all of Ranpo's intelligence could predict your effect on him.

It started by being minutes. Just a few moments of his day when your absence was felt in the way his mind manufactured thoughts destined for you. Longing letters were whispered in the most solitary corners of Ranpo's mind, forcing him to create melancholy scenarios of never-gone moments, rehearsing over and over again soap operas of a nostalgia only remembered by the gods.

And, without noticing, minutes passed into hours. All the details that were dropped by you during the day, were picked up by Ranpo's astute mind like celestial dust left by the gods themselves; every detail of yours was noted with magic and hope in the heavy heart of Ranpo, the ink of the pen being of such tremendous kindness, adorned by the sun itself, that all the hours lost studying you seemed ephemeral, fast, too little.

So much space within Ranpo and all of it was taken up by you.

So… annoying. No. It wasn't just annoying. Ranpo would go as far as to say it was irritating to have so much of you inside him.

You flooded the essence of Ranpo. In a way, you, without realizing it, had consumed Ranpo's entire existence. The hours were few to decipher your mysteries, your whole essence appearing so great when inside Ranpo. You yourself were big inside Ranpo, squeezing his needs, stimulating his feelings, leaving no room for Ranpo himself to exist.

And when the hours passed into endless days of longing and yearning, Ranpo knew that the illness could not continue to spread any longer.

Because Ranpo didn't understand love, much less had he experienced it before you, and all the anxiety he felt away from you, all the curiosity that settled in him when you started talking, all the new stimuli and habits he gained, seemed to originate from a malevolent plague sent by the gods to distract him from his vocation as a detective.

And he couldn't let anything, or anyone, get in the way of him solving mysteries.

As such, it was without warning that Ranpo said goodbye to you. It just happened.

On a day like any other, where the sun was shining the same way, the birds were singing the same melody and the world was turning in the same direction, Ranpo said goodbye to you without gestures or words. Just negligence. A childish ignorance. An improper slight. All it took was for him to remain silent when he used to respond to your daily good mornings.

And, since then, as if by magic or the pleasure of the malevolent angels, the sun began to shine in gray tones, painting melancholy and nostalgia for each street he walked along, for each word spoken by him; the birds became sopranos of regrets, synchronizing Ranpo's loss and childishness in a symphony of disdain that has lasted to this day; and the world stopped turning, the clouds remaining static in the sky and overshadowing all the stars and hopes at night, the wind refusing to take with it Ranpo's sorrow for leaving you.

But Ranpo was now able to meet schedules and solve mysteries; Ranpo was now back to being the Ranpo he was before meeting you, without caring about the hours lost with you and thinking about you.

Ranpo was now himself, with no one else inside him —and all it took was for him to stop answering you to have the courage to say goodbye to you.

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˚ʚ dazai.

When the day came when Dazai had to say goodbye to you, he could only smile. Finally freedom.

With you in his arms, and a river of life flowing between you, all Dazai could do was smile. Everything went silent the moment he held you tight, the entire world suspending its magic so that all suffering was fixed at that moment, in that second, in that smile.

Dazai could only look at you; with a smile on his face and scarlet promises leaking from your lips, Dazai knew he would never forget that moment.

Small seconds changed the course of his life, without any warning or consideration, his whole existence was dyed of melancholy red of futures that were never going to happen —so why try to live them?

Now that he had you in his arms, knowing perfectly well that you would not let go of the agonizing scarlet that stained your clothes, Dazai finally felt free from the chains that bound him to this world. Now there were no excuses. No postponements. No errors. No you.

You... no longer existed.

The only color in this world, the only star that managed to survive the world's wickedness and the gods' warnings; you yourself no longer existed. Not when you had just been painted with the color of desolation.

So what pleasures did Dazai expect in this life, when the only heavenly soul had dissipated before him? Without any notice?

It was when the first tear toasted his smile that Dazai realized what happened.

You no longer existed. That red wasn't desolation, it was a farewell. A farewell that could not be retrieved, altered, or erased. That was real. The cascade of scarlet flowers was really a river of anguish and suffering —yours and Dazai's. It was a goodbye, not a see you later. It was permanent, not something momentary. And this time it wasn't caused by Dazai's boundless pranks; this time it was provoked by his carelessness and vanity. Although still causing all that pain, this time Dazai knew that no flowers or stuffed animals in this world could undo the harm he caused.

And Dazai's forehead met yours in a light, tremulous, hesitant encounter. Letting his tears wash away his own smile and spread your farewell over the rest of your face, Dazai just held you tight against him. Using all his strength, hoping you would wake up with the exaggeration of his love, hoping that all the red you dropped was just a joke to show him how much you suffered for dating that prankster.

But no reaction other than Dazai's came.

In that silent street, muffled by the city's movements, everything was silent, static, dark. And what once consumed Dazai, that freedom that was felt in the first seconds he held you and felt your essence being consumed by his fingertips, disappeared.

Now, only despair reigned in Dazai.

How could he even dream of freedom from this life, when he drowned you in the red river that consumed you? How could Dazai think of freeing himself from the anxieties and sufferings of this world, when he himself brought you eternal torment?

No. He could not achieve that freedom. Not when you went away with red words and scarlet gestures. Dazai was going to remain in this world. Letting your sudden departure dictate any and all suffering he came to feel, Dazai decided to stay —because, how could he dream of being with you if it was because of him that you said goodbye to this world?

ੈ♡˳───── feedback is appreciated <3 ─────

[cheriiyaya-archived-deactivated]

Pretty girls make graves-Dazai Osamu

Death is the one thing promised to humans in their mortal existence. It is a fate that shackles them from the first drawn breath they take, wailing and kicking their way into the world. Yet people never understand how tight those shackles are, how quickly they will drop to the ground once you fulfil your sentence in this world.

Dazai knows death-yet death seemingly doesn't want to know him just yet.

Not yet, but one day Death will meet him.

Yet in his life of switching streets and turning corners in pursuit of his promised fate, he found another thing at the turn of every corner.

You, with your wonder and smile.

You, with your chosen ignorance to the end.

You, who he grew to love. Yes, this man who tells himself he lacks the emotional capacity for love, this man fell for love.

And after you he never would.

It was supposed to be a regular day, the cloudless sky whispered promises of good fortune for those who decided to go out and enjoy it.

You were so foolishly led into this promise, a promise without basis.

You died that day, during a mission. Shot in the face dazai loved so much twice-as is the killer decided that once wasn't enough to scar your face.

Did your killer ever stop to think that you were human?

That is was dazai thought on the day of your funeral, along with the realization he wasn't crying. he'd expect himself to cry-wasn't that the most common reaction when someone you adored dies? to cry and scream and mourn in such a loud, visible way?

So why was his sorrow so quiet?

His love for you was loud and vulnerable, every action painted with love and affection and yet he couldn't shed a single tear for you.

it scared him a bit.

Even so, he visited your grave often-sitting there and talking to you, or saying nothing at all. After all-he liked to believe that you could hear him.

but those visits grew scarcer and scarcer as time went on and it terrified him-

was he falling out of love with the memory of you that was left behind? The lingering scent of the perfume that you wore while breathing started to fade, and the clothes you wore stayed in your closet collecting dust and moth-torn holes.

Was he falling out of love with you?

No, no, no.

That's what dazai thought everyday and he couldn't help but feel guilt when he'd walk past the cemetery you laid in and didn't go in. He just couldn't go in there-

what was the point of sitting by your sleeping form knowing that you'll never wake?

©Cheriiyaya 2024

[gojoath-deactivated20240402]

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ MORNING KISSES, DAZAI OSAMU

dazai was always a little harder to get up for work in the morning, so you’ve figured out a different sort of alarm that works better than most.. but that doesn’t mean it’s easy.

summary. fem reader. you kiss dazai awake. loads of fluff. very early morning scenes. still working on my characterisation of him. petnames; angel. wc, 1.2k.

note. i’ve missed him :< still currently working my way through the manga so dropping this in here before i disappear again to read even more ᰔ

it’s early, too early as you groggily find yourself jolted from your rest by dazai’s fifth, sixth? alarm — your boyfriend had a nasty habit of snoozing them. every shrill shriek from the phone only serves as a means for him to push himself closer to you, winding his arm around your waist to squeeze, to steal your body heat and loll himself back to sleep despite the responsibilities that call for him.

but now, it’s even disturbing you as you squint blearily at the vibrating device on your bedside table, reaching blindly to tap at the screen until the alarm clocks stops and you save yourself from starting off the day with a headache.

your body still feels woozy with warmth and ease as you wake, something beneath your skin tugging you to roll towards dazai despite how tightly hes holding you, even as he sleeps. but you manage to turn to face him with your next breath and you feel at ease as you take in his serene, sleepy features.

his lips are slightly parted, his fingers curling softly against your waist from where his arm rests across you— the bandages decorating his skin feel soft against your own. there was a certain delicacy to his features in these moments, missing the usual teasing smirk or the goading grin he normally wore and you find yourself reaching towards him to stroke the wisps of hair at his temple.

mwah, you lean in with your next breath to press your lips against dazai’s forehead, almost as if your body moves on its own as your fingers trace down his cheeks then his jaw to hold him softly. another kiss to his left cheek next, followed by a smile and then another to the tip of his nose as you laugh. mwah, you continue as you pepper him in quick presses of your lips, like little angel kisses across his features that make his nose twitch cutely.

but still he doesn’t jostle or wake completely, you know you always pestered him about getting enough sleep but not to this extent — you almost find yourself considering checking for a pulse as you pull back to pout at his still sleeping figure. but in the very moment you decide to spare him of more kisses, finding them wasted when he’s not there to meet you with his usual giggles and quick presses of his own lips, as if on queue — his fingers stroke softly along the skin at your waist and he sighs.

“mmm, just a few more.. i’m not quite awake yet.” dazai’s voice scratches slightly in his throat, his lips forming a half-sleepy grin, but his hand still doesn’t hesitate to reach for yours as if he’s been awake this whole time.

“you sound pretty awake to me,” you laugh before meeting his fingers with your own; you don’t need to look, they’re etched in your memory, slender and petal-veined, soft and quick and never wrong.

you smile when dazai squeezes your intertwined hands before finally opening his eyes to shoot you a drowsy pout, “hey now, they know not to expect me at the agency this early. it would be so mean to pull me out of your arms so quickly.” he’s teasing you, you’d recognise the familiar lilt to his voice anywhere.

his eyes are warm and brown as summer earth as he gazes up at you, but there’s a glow to them that makes something burst and heat across your skin when he hooks his other arm around you to urge you to curl closer.

“so~ you can’t leave me yet, what if i get cold?” dazai’s pouting again, letting his voice take a deliberately, exaggeratedly sad sort of tone. like he’s trying to convince you to stay in bed with him for eternity.. he almost has you considering it.

but, you somehow find the strength in you to relent despite the way you still don’t make any attempt at trying to move just yet.

“‘samu, i have to leave too.” you make the mistake of tilting your head up towards dazai as you answer him, giving him the sort of look that has something in his gaze sparking as his hand begins to trail soft touches up the length of your spine. you curl into his chest and he almost looks smug as he sighs again, blinking slowly as his cheeks puff.

“would you sooner see me freeze to death than keep me warm for a few extra minutes?” another loud, drawn out sigh and you can’t help but roll your eyes, untangling your fingers from his as you go to make a show of rolling to the edge with a huff.

but dazai’s arm around you squeezes tighter and you give him a pout that’s so adorable— it doesn’t do your escape plan any favours because now he wants you even closer. “osamu,” you try but his now free fingers reach to brush over your cheek next, and you hate the way it makes you shudder— your self control drips like honey from your body by his touch alone.

“how am i supposed to pull myself away when i’m in the presence of an angel, hm?” his voice is lower now, drawn out and deliberately saccharine as he leans in closer — lips so close to yours, you’re almost tempted to close the distance. he was so much easier to deal with when he was asleep. his smirk twitches even wider at the cute blink you give him and he exhales, “how do i know this isn’t just a dream?” his finger traces down your jaw to tilt your head higher— he’s even closer than before as he leans in, almost completely.

“because if it was a dream you wouldn’t have to get up for work so come on! get up, ‘samu!” you laugh as you retort because as much as dazai was easier to handle when he was asleep, you’d grown somewhat used to the tactics he liked to try and use against you. so you wriggle in his hold as he desperately tries to keep you closer to him.

“ohhhh come on! is wanting to kiss my beautiful girlfriend really so bad that i should be punished like this?” his voice is louder now, a lot more playful as you try to pull yourself to the edge of the bed— it’s a little harder when you’re pulling both of your bodies as your overgrown boyfriend fights against you. like you’re trying to get a cat into a bath.

“you get enough kisses already!”

“i don’t think i get quite as much as i’d like, angel.” you send him a frown as you struggle against him. the bandages around his arms tickle you slightly and it only makes your job so much harder as he pouts up at you from where he’s now wrapped around your chest.

“pretty please~ just a little longer then i promise i’ll get up.” a second and that’s enough for him to know he’s won, it’s all it takes for you to consider it— weighing out your options of wrestling with your boyfriend or starting your day off with an extra five minutes and a few extra kisses. you think the answer is pretty obvious when you think about it.

“fine, five minutes.” you finally admit defeat and the small little yay! it earns from dazai makes you giggle as he pulls you back against his chest— tapping his finger against his cheek expectantly, earning a groan from you, but you still go back to peppering your lips against the smooth skin there.

he sighs like he’s content as he hums with every press, sending you one of his more handsome, drowsy looks before hes suddenly meeting you for the next kiss you lean into. his lips slot against yours softly, you can feel the way hes smiling against you as he pulls you even closer— chest to chest.

“mmm, see.. is this really so bad?”

© gojoath. do not copy, repost, modify or translate my works. please refrain from copying my layouts ﾉ themes.

[kavhsgf-deactivated20230516]

.°🎄! | it’s tradition. ❞

synopsis: it’s all fun and games until you drunkenly find yourself under a mistletoe with your boyfriend.

pairing: dazai osamu x fem!reader

genre: fluff

prompt: “what are you doing with that mistletoe—oh.”

✎ author’s note: haha yes im posting this today yay it’s fINALLY the first day of christmas😌😌 i tried to make this special bc i mEaN it’s dazai we’re talking ab here guys, dAZAI✨ anyways i hope you like this ehehe <3

without a doubt, the armed detective agency’s christmas parties were always the highlight of the year. it was always so amusing and fun watching the other members ridiculously drunk and making an absolute fool of themselves and you would often snap away on your camera as the unoffical photographer of the night.

さらに読む

[groovycannibal-deactivated20240]

Dazai, Chuuya and Fyodor aftercare scenarios

This was requested by 2 Anons, so thank you so much for the request! Hopefully you all enjoy <3

Warnings: implied NSFW

These are basically just fluffy scenarios of the aftermath after a VERY intense night with the bois, like I’m talking hours and hours of going at it, so y’all are in so much pain.hehe

This is also x Fem!Reader

͙⁺˚*･༓☾　｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ♡ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Osamu Dazai

The second it was over, you passed out. You were so worn out you just needed sleep. So you let out a deep sigh and relaxed into the bedsheets. This made Dazai smile, you were just so adorable, especially after the hell of a rollercoaster you just had. He will admit that he was a little harsh on you this time, but seeing you so vulnerable made his heart swell. It meant you trusted him.

He dressed you in one of his comfy t-shirts and then cuddled you up into his chest, falling asleep while tracing your features.

It wasn’t until you woke up that you realized how much your body hurt. Speaking of which, Dazai wasn’t with you…and you were wearing his shirt. You sat up slowly, contemplating your whole life with how incapable of physical movement you were, but you forced yourself up and out of the room.

The scent of eggs and bacon hit you and you assumed Dazai was downstairs in the kitchen. But after taking 2 steps down the stairs, you stopped, the pain was too much. Your legs felt like jelly, like they would give up on you at any moment.

“Good morning darling!” Dazai exclaims as he comes around the corner. “Are you feeling okay?”

“No I’m not Dazai! I can’t even walk down the stairs, it all hurts,” you complain to him.

Dazai hums and then walks up over to you and picks you up in his arms. He walks you downstairs and over to the couch, which he sits you down on.

He smiles and you whack his arm in return.

“Ow! What was that for?” He looks at you offendedly.

“For hurting me so much! I can barely move my legs and everything down there aches so bad,” you say.

He listened super attentively, then gave you a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Aw, Baby, I’m so sorry. I’ll take care of you,” he tells you sweetly and rubs your arm.

Dazai leaves to the kitchen momentarily, coming back with some breakfast, which he hands over to you. “You did so good last night, thank you belladonna,” He says and kisses you on the forehead, sitting down right beside you and wrapping an arm around you. 

You poked the fork into a bit of egg, but when you brought it up to your mouth, you realized your hand was shaking, almost as if moving it was straining it.

Dazai chuckled, “Wow, you really can’t do anything on your own, now can you?” He took the fork out of your hands into his own, and brought it up to your mouth to feed you. You sigh and let him feed you. 

Meanwhile, Dazai was so happy to be taking care of you so much. You were always a strong and independent woman, but seeing you so incapable made you completely rely on him…and he wanted you to rely on him only because he wants to be the one to give you everything and treat you like the absolute princess you are.

“You’re so adorable,” He blurts out randomly while you were eating.

You looked at him, confused, “What about bruised lips, messy hair and runny makeup is adorable?”

He leans in closer to your face, “Everything..my darling,” he answered, placing a delicate kiss on said bruised lips and brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

The slight shade of pink on your cheeks after pulling away made him smile. He put the food down to the side and then gently huddles you in his arms.

“Awwee~” He cooed, “Babyyy, I’m sorry for all this pain but you did so good yesterday. So so good…you’re so good for me.”

Dazai then peppers your face with kisses: your cheeks, nose, temples and eyelids. You were too tired to push him off so you just scrunched up your nose.

“Dazaiiii” You whine and pout.

“I love youuu~”

You smiled shyly and your cheeks flush up at all the love he was giving you, which he only thought made you cuter. He chuckled and leaned back, letting you wrap your arms around him and snuggle into his chest. He pulled a nearby blanket over you.

“I do love you very much though, thank you for everything my darling,” He says in a more calm and sincere tone.

“I would say no problem, but the problem here is that you handicapped me.”

He chuckled and just watched you as you closed your eyes and relaxed into him. He brushed your hair back so he could see your neck, seeing it completely marked up and bruised. Heck, it looked like an animal had a go with you. He ran his fingers tenderly over all of the marks, including those that went down to your collarbone and shoulders.

You were so delicate, so delicate and precious…and you would always be his.

He smirks lightly to himself, “My good little girl.”

Nakahara Chuuya

You let yourself sink into the bed as Chuuya pulled out of you. Oh how exhausted you were. Chuuya always loved to have his way with you when it came to things like these, so you’d always be hurt quite a bit. This time however, you both really outdid yourselves. 

“Jesus Chuu…when I said ‘You’re so hot please run me over’ I didn’t mean it literally…fuck…” You sighed, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around yourself.

He merely chuckled, “I know I was harsh this time, I’m sorry baby~” He cooed and leaned down to press a sloppy kiss on your forehead. “Let me run a bath for you, you poor thing.”

Chuuya helps you out of bed and into the bathroom, where he turned the water on, letting the tub fill up. While you waited, he fascinated over your marked up body. You looked at him while he ran his fingers over the dark bruises on your neck, your breasts and your hips, skimming the outline of your waist ever so lightly with so much love.

He must have used excessive force when he held you down and gripped your body to leave such marks. He felt bad for putting you in so much pain, but what could he say? He really had no self control when it came to you.

“My love…” He leaned in to kiss your lips very gently, “You were so good tonight, so good…” Chuuya then kissed you once more on the forehead, “…I’m sorry for all this.”

You just nodded your head and leaned back against the counter exhaustedly, your body ready to give out any moment. He then helped you into the heated and cozy bath.

Chuuya actually decided to get in with you, so he climbed in and tenderly placed you against his chest. You sigh as you let your muscles relax with the warmth and comfort of the water, further leaning yourself onto your boyfriend.

“There, is that better, Miss?” He asks sweetly.

“Mhmm,” You hum out tiredly, which made Chuuya smile. 

You loved times like these, where you got Chuuya’s undivine attention. You got to see his calm and absolute soft side, where he showed all the care he has for every little bit of you. It made you feel so loved and so warm.

He himself also loved times like these, where you completely and utterly submit yourself to him, because then he got to love you and take care of you just like this. 

Chuuya ever so delicately started pressing kisses all over your shoulder and your neck, loving the smooth feel of your skin and all the marks he left on you.

“Oh baby, you’re such a precious little flower~” He whispered into your ear, kissing the side of your face shortly after. “Thank you for everything, you did way more than enough for me, kitten.”

After you two washed up, he helped you out of the bath and to dry off.

“Baby? Could you give me one of your shirts to wear please?” You asked him kindly, your voice so tired it made Chuuya melt just at how cute you were.

“Of course, Miss…” He then walks off to fulfil your request while you sat on the edge of the bed.

Once you were nice and snug in the shirt, you slowly and weakly climbed into bed, pulling the duvet right under your nose. Chuuya joined you moments later, wrapping you up in his arms and holding you close.

“Oww,” You whine out all of a sudden.

“Oh no, what’s wrong?”

“Chuu, my stomach hurts,” You say, cowering into him.

He smiles at you apologetically. “I’m sorry.” He then reaches down to place his hands gently on your abdomen, to give you some comforting warmth.

“Wait, no…” You look up at him and he raises an eyebrow, “…everything fucking hurts! You bastard!” You complained, hitting him in the chest with your fist.

“I know, I know, darling I’m sorry. I’ll help you with everything and anything you need, okay? I’ll stay with you every second of the day tomorrow and you’ll have all my attention. How does that sound?”

You thought for a moment, “Hm, having all your attention is always nice…” you say tiredly and close your eyes once again.

“Mhm…so please, my love, rest for me.”

Fyodor Dostoevsky

“Ugh,” You sigh and let all your limbs collapse onto the bed. Fyodor never kept gentle with you when it came to things like these, so you were completely used up. 

Fyodor then leaned down to lay beside you after putting his boxers back on. He lifted your weak body up and moved you onto his chest. You instantly wrap yourself around his warm self, nuzzling your face into his bare chest. You took a deep breath as your heartbeat began to slow and the heat from your orgasm began to fade.

“You did amazing, moy kotik (my kitten),” He says softly, then leans in to kiss your cheek.

Your body ached everywhere, leaving you practically numb as you just lay there on his chest, trying to calm down from the hell of a rollercoaster you just experienced.

His soft hand was rubbing smooth circles on your naked back, sending cool shivers down your body.

“I’ve hurt you quite a bit, didn’t I?” He hums out almost proudly as he gently runs his fingers over all the marks, cuts and bruises covering your body. Fyodor then presses into one of your bruises, making you yelp.

“Oww~” You whined out tiredly.

“Aw, I’m sorry darling,” He says almost sarcastically, then helps you sit up beside him on the edge of the bed, “I’ll take care of you.”

Fyodor placed a soft kiss on your lips and then got up, holding both your hands in his.

“Let me help you with the shower, hm?” He then slowly drags you up from the bed, and leads you to the bathroom and into a steamy shower. He carefully relishes your naked body and every little mark he left on your skin, warmly kissing each one of them, pecking you on the cheek every now and then. Of course, he helped wash you, and he did it in the most calming and gingerly of ways, making sure not to hurt you even more than he already did.

It was such a relaxing sensation, so you let yourself unwind and close your eyes.

You hear him chuckle, “Making me do all the work, hm? I guess that’s alright, take this as your reward for being so good earlier.”

After showering, the both of you dry off, and Fyodor goes downstairs to make tea. You wanted to wear something big and cozy, so you grabbed one of Fyodor’s sweaters, a pair of his boxers and put them on.

You started making your way downstairs to Fyodor, but when you actually made it to the stairs you realized just how bad your legs ached. You tried to slowly walk down, leaning on the railing for support but it still hurt…and it was taking you a lot of will to not just fall over.

“Well well, looks like somebody’s having trouble,” He said cockily, making you glare at him.

“Oh shut up, you did this to me,” You say, and continue to make painful steps down the stairs.

“I did do that to you,” The pride in his voice made you frown. “I’m sorry, I just think it’s cute. Let me help you over to the couch.”

Fyodor then helps walk you over to the living room and places you down comfortably on the sofa cushions. He walked off, coming back with two cups of tea and some of your favourite snacks, putting them all on the coffee table. 

Fyodor sat down with you on the couch, pulling your back up to his chest. He placed a cup of tea in your hands, only to see your hands shake with exhaustion as you tried to sip from it. Your whole body was used up, you could barely even move your hands to drink the tea. You soon found yourself giving up.

“Ugh, Fyodor, could you please put this down for me?” You ask him, embarrassed that you are incapable of doing something so simple. 

He smirks and takes the cup from you, putting it back on the coffee table. Fyodor then wraps his arms around you and turned you so your head now rested on his shoulder.

“You really can’t do anything,” He points out. “Did I go too hard on you this time?” You merely nodded, burying your face into the crook of his neck shortly after, “Hm…sorry about that,” Fyodor gave you a kiss on your sore and bruised lips, “I’ll make it up to you, my dearest.”

He cuddled you comfortingly. He really did put you through a lot tonight, but he was so thankful and proud of you for going through with it. Your warm and soft breaths up against his chest, your tranquil and peaceful face as you slept, and the way you subconsciously grabbed his sweater into your fist…man…if only you could hear how loud his heart was beating.

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Snippet of life.

Pairing : Dazai x fem!reader.

Tags : fluff, smut, nothing else.

Words : 500+.

A/N : english is not my native language, sorry for any mistakes in the text, i hope this doesn’t spoil the impression.<3

The soft thrusts fit perfectly into your thighs, making you blush at the sound of slightly sweat-dampened skin.

Settling comfortably on your shoulder and pressing against your back, Dazai moaned softly in your ear, occasionally suddenly kissing behind your ear and biting your sweaty neck, forcing you to moan a little louder than usual.

Abruptly for you, Dazai stopped and began to gently rise, introducing you to a bewilderment that was clearly displayed on your face, which made him chuckle softly at you.

Turning you on your back and hovering over you, he removing the annoying locks of hair stuck to your forehead, he kissed you into it.

"Do you mind a little change in our position, Bella?~"

Dazai's voice was slightly gritty and tired. You smiled tenderly at your lover, looking at his blushed face. Placing your hands on his shoulders and squeezing them with your nails, you nodded softly in response.

Massaging your thighs with his fingers and humming at your response, he lifted your legs and you wrapped them loosely around his waist, once again feeling a slight sliding on your crotch. Leaning your head back and inhaling deeply for more air, you moaned softly as he entered you, also releasing a choking moan. His eyebrows moved to the bridge of his nose in concentration as he began to set a certain pace, faster than the previous one.

Your fingernails slipped through the bandages on his neck and shoulders, gently scratching at the sensitive, scarred skin, causing Dazai to blush even more and stumble pace a bit from an even pace to a more unbalanced one, which meant he was coming soon.

Dazai lifted your hips higher, hugging them gently with his arms and from a new angle getting into your weak spots, making you gasp. He quickly lowered himself to your shoulder, kissing and licking those places where he had previously left hickeys.

"‘samu-.. i'm going to-"

"Ssshh, soon, hold on a little longer" —

Dazai wheezed in your ear, closer his eyes tighter and moaning louder.

Your hands moved lazily along his back, pulling him a little closer to you, and nuzzling his soft hair.

He could feel you trembling more arching in your back and your soft walls starting to wrap around him tighter than before.

You reached for his hair with one hand, grabbing the strands lightly with your fingers as you softly moaned:

"Osamu, please-"

You couldn't seem to take it anymore, cumming profusely and squeezing him with your walls inside, letting out a vulgar moan in his ear.

It was enough for you to take him with you. How could he not? Your comfortable warm walls tightly wrapped around him, making it difficult for him to move, your chest was pressed against his, and your fingers fiddling with his hair drove him into ecstasy. You were such a sweet girl.

For a moment the room was quiet, apart from your heavy breathing. Dazai slowly pulled out, staring at your moonlit crotch for a while, smiling lovingly and stroking your thighs.

"Is everything okay, love? Everything went well?" - he shifted his gaze to your face, simultaneously examining your body.

You smiled weakly and nodded your head in response. What other answer could there be?

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even when you lose your happy glow.

dazai osamu x reader.

content warnings: smut, very mild angst, comfort, fingering, cock warming (do not cockwarm while falling asleep pls n ty), suicide pacts, suicide and depression talks, dazai and reader are not mentally well.

word count: 1583.

a/n: hi i’m sorry for deleting the original! i was rly dissatisfied with the original so i wanted to republish it after tweaking it. i hope u all enjoy! i think i’ve done what i could to properly express my thoughts and feelings. inspired by the song velvet by kurosuke!

You hear him before you see him. The door hinges screech as Dazai opens the door. Light from the living room pours into your dark room from the small opening of the door. You don’t react, choosing to continue your very important task of staring at the bleak darkness. You hear the shuffling of his clothes and the clink of his belt buckle dropping to the ground. You hope he removes some of his bandages as well; cuddling with Dazai is always best when he’s completely naked. His skin is freezing in the way the best pillow is cold. You turn around when you feel the mattress dip from his weight.

Dazai sinks below the blanket and scoots next to you, greeting you with soft kisses on your jawline. “Hey there,” he murmurs against your skin. You turn and shift to face him completely. Your muscles melt when you feel his arms snake around your waist and he grips your thigh. He swings it over his waist all the while giving you a gentle kiss on the chin. Your hands find their way to his hair, carefully pulling at the tufts above the nape of his neck.

“Hi handsome,” you whisper with a tired smile. You lean in to close the small distance between you with a chaste kiss on the lips. He hums against your lips, too tired to close his eyes. His dark eyes deepen in a heavy lidded haze as your lips move from his lips to the tip of his nose.

“How was your day, love?” You ask, voice still reduced to a hushed tone. Dazai sighs.

“The usual; depressing, boring, tiresome, et cetera,” he tells you. He moves his hand to your forehead, sweeping your baby hairs away from your face. “What about yours, pretty? Better than mine, I hope.”

“Mine was slightly miserable, although technically it was fine,” you say. He’s pressing kisses on your collarbones. “Maybe I’m the cause for my own dissatisfaction.” He nips at the side of your neck, returning with a kiss.

“Aren’t we all?” Dazai sighs. You hum as you press your lips against the top of his head. He squeezes your thigh. His eyes drift back up to meet yours.

“Being with you is the best part of my day, you know that?” He mutters, lifting his head back up to be at eye level with you once more. You wonder if he can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks.

“You say that to all your lovers?” You ask with a pout. He laughs lowly.

“Just the ones I come back to,” he whispers. You can feel his hands creep up your shirt, cold and gentle against your flesh. He paws at your chest, pinching your nipples. You gasp at the sudden sensation.

“Your hands are so cold, Osamu,” you whine. He smiles and gives you another chaste kiss on the lips.

“Help me warm them up, precious?” Dazai asks.

“Yeah? How d’you want me to help you?” You giggle. His hands cascade down your body, making their way to the edges of your shorts. He kisses you, quick to slip his tongue into your mouth. You moan quietly against his lips. You feel the hand on your face drift to the back of your neck, gripping it firmly.

When he separates his lips from yours, a single string of saliva drips from his lips. He licks at it, breaking the connection between you immediately. The hand on your thigh creeps up underneath your shorts, squeezing your ass.

“No underwear?” He mutters breathlessly. You shake your head. Dazai’s tired grin stretches out even more. His hand retracts from your ass, dipping lower to go between your thighs. You tense up ever so slightly but he doesn’t seem to care.

“I think about you all day, every day when I’m at work, you know that?” He whispers. You can feel his breath on your lips. His icy fingertips brush against your sticky folds.

“What do you think about?” You gasp out. Dazai’s fingertips circle your clit, the coldness causing goosebumps on your thighs.

“Hmm kissing you, how you look in that pretty ‘lil dress you got, what I should get you for dinner,” Dazai lists off. His pensive smile sharpens. “Killing myself with you. Being buried next to you.” His fingers dip into your cunt, slowly filling you up and stretching out your walls. You sigh.

“Your fingers are so cold,” you whine. He giggles, apologizing with a flurry of quick kisses to your lips.

“I did say they needed to be warmed up,” he teases. He slowly rocks his fingers, you can hear a soft clicking from under the blanket. His thumb presses on and rubs at your clit.

“My pretty baby,” Dazai coos as you start panting. When he strokes a certain spot deep in your cunt, you cry out his name.

“Fuck,” you hiss out. He hums.

“You’re too cute,” he tells you. “My sweet girl, my precious little thing.”

Dazai’s fingers slip out of your pussy, toying with your clit all while he nips at your bottom lip. You mewl and whine for him. He sighs.

“You have the prettiest eyes, you know that? Always glazing over when I touch your cunt,” he says with a tired smile. Dazai carefully pinches your clit, making you gasp sharply. His fingers slide back inside, slowly pumping them in and out. Your stomach grows hot and you squeeze your thighs around his wrist.

“I’m close,” you whimper. The rhythm of his fingers becomes sloppy, going off pace. When his thumb circles your clit, you feel the pressure in your lower stomach snap. Your eyes tear up as your release washes over you. You cry out, your fingers tugging at his hair. You can feel him shiver.

When you come down from your high, he takes his fingers out. In the haze of your post-orgasm bliss, you can feel his half hard cock against your inner thigh. You kiss him, tugging at his lower lip with your teeth.

“Want you inside of me,” you mutter. He hums. He tugs his cock out of his boxers, pressing the tip against your folds. His thumb moves the seat of your shorts out of the way. He slowly thrusts his hips forward, making you feel every inch of his shaft as it fills you to the brim.

He groans in your ear. You can feel the hand on the back of your neck slip down to your lower back, near your hip. Both of his hands position themselves onto your back, positioning the two of you into a tight embrace. You tuck your head into the crook of his neck. He smells of sweat, pine scented deodorant, and the sea.

“Can we stay like this?” He asks you. You nod. You hear him yawn and you feel him tug at the ends of your hair. His lips press against your forehead. They’re perpetually cold. One of your hands drapes over his waist, tracing the raised scar tissue carved into the thin flesh of his back.

“I love you,” you mutter. He hums.

“I love you too, precious,” Dazai replies. His voice is low and raspy. “As long as I can come home to you and die with you, I won’t ask for more.”

“Let’s skip work tomorrow and plan our funeral,” you tell him. He giggles.

“Let’s do it over brunch. A new place opened up nearby,” he mutters. You groan quietly in response.

“Don’t die with anyone else, (Y/N),” Dazai says. His voice is barely above a whisper.

“You’re the only one I want to be with in my final moments,” you reply, yawning mid sentence. He smiles. He starts to hum an old show tune from your childhood. His voice is low and he misses many of the notes.

“Why do you wish to die, (Y/N)?” He asks. You sigh deeply, taking time to organize your fuzzy thoughts. Your finger traces a particularly nasty scar on Dazai’s back. It’s long and jagged. He’s never told you the story behind this one.

“Because I’m miserable, I guess. I can’t quite see the joy or purpose in life,” you tell him. He chuckles humorlessly.

“The meaning of life eludes you as well,” he muses. “No wonder we work so well together.” You give him half of a laugh.

“Life is so tiring, isn’t it? We suffer so needlessly because of things beyond our individual control. Humans suffer so needlessly,” you whisper. He doesn’t say anything. You continue. “I’m convinced that hell is other people. I’m miserable at work. I was miserable in college, in school, in my every day life. When does this needless suffering end? When does it all end?”

“When we die,” he says quietly. You can feel his hand slowly run up and down your back.

“That’s troublesome,” you sigh. He grips you tighter.

“It’s part of the needless suffering, I think,” he mutters sleepily. His voice grows raspier.

“Does suffering with me make it any easier?” You ask him. He yawns.

“Yes,” he says. “You make it so much easier.” Your fingers find a scar from a bullet wound right above his hip. For a brief moment, you wonder how it must have felt.

“I’m glad,” you murmur. You don’t say anything more, allowing sleep to swallow you whole. Dazai follows your lead, drifting off and basking in the warmth radiating from your skin.

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: osamu dazai x afab!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mean dom!dazai, bratty!sub!reader, brat taming, established relationship, vaginal sex, spanking, mirror sex, hair pulling, rough sex, degradation, slut shaming, dumbification, petnames “darling, dear”, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, implied overstimulation

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫: @nahoyas-nymph aka. wifey <33

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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈’𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐁 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄’𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. he took a great amount of pleasure out of annoying those around him or getting under their skin. chuuya and kunikida were fine examples. what he didn’t appreciate was you trying to give him a taste of his own medicine.

you’ve been acting up all day. every time you talked back, dazai felt his eyebrow twitch ever so slightly. dazai didn’t care how hypocritical it was for him to get mad at your misbehaviour. all he cared about at this point was teaching you a lesson.

somehow he manages to maintain that sly grin of his for the entire day. it leads you to think that maybe your plan failed. you were curious to see if you could actually push him into punishing you but it appears not. you were completely naive as to what would happen when you arrived home.

you didn’t even notice him follow you into the bathroom. you only realized that he was there when you saw him in the mirror. before you could react, dazai's bending you over the sink. “someone was naughty today,” he hums. his tone at first sounds playful but there’s a bit of danger laced in those words. “i think i need to remind you who you’re dealing with”.

you had been preparing to hop into the shower so you’re already naked for hin. perfect, that makes dazai’s job a whole lot easier. there’s no fabric protecting your ass when dazai raises his hand and brings it down to connect with your skin. you yelp as a sharp pain racks your body.

“i-i was only kidding ‘samu” you pout.

“no, you were being a brat”. still, his voice seems almost cheery. somehow it makes this punishment so much worse. it feels like you’re being mocked when he spanks you a second time. “don’t you worry. i’m going to fuck you so hard that, by the time i’m done with you, you’ll be too dumb to remember how to even be a brat”.

a shiver runs up your spine as you hear his belt unclasp. at the very same time your thighs unconsciously rub together. you’re loving every second of this and he’s barely gotten started yet.

there’s no foreplay or prep for him shoving his fat length into your tight pussy. who needs to get you ready when dazai can just bully his way into your little cunt. unavoidable tears form in the corners of your eyes as he stretched your poor hole. it stings and feels so good all at once.

it takes a while for him to bottom out. as dazai tries sheathing himself inside, his free hand suddenly comes to the back of your head and lifts it by tugging on your hair. “i want you to look at yourself” he said as your eyes met your reflection. maybe if you see yourself getting fucked into submission you’ll actually learn”.

what starts off as a whimper ends in a loud moan as his balls finally slap against your clit. you’re granted about half a second to get used to his size before dazai’s pulling out and pounding back into you. you’re surprised your head doesn’t slam against the mirror at the force he’s thrusting into you with.

you attempt to keep your eyes glued to the glass in front of you but it proves difficult the more moans fall from your face. seeing your face looks so lewd fills you with a sense of embarrassment that’s almost impossible to describe. the last straw is the tears that finally come washing down your face.

it’s then that you look away from yourself. as soon as you do the familiar feeling of dazai’s palm against your ass cheek tips through your body. “a brat and can’t follow simple instructions hmm?” he sighs in your ear, suddenly stopping his movements. “i can do this all night, darling. either you watch yourself or you don’t get to cum. make your choice”.

bottom lip trembling, your gaze drifts back to the mirror. dazai hums in satisfaction before returning to abusing your pussy. “that’s what i thought. got nothing smart to say now, do you? you tried to act big today but in the end you’re just a cock drunk slut. wanna cum on this dick?”.

“y-yes” you stammer. it feels pathetic watching yourself beg this way but you need it so bad. he was right. no matter how much you acted up you’d always fall in line for his cock. “please make me cum. promise i’ll be good from now on”.

“that’s more like it,” dazai chuckles, picking up the pace. his smugness make have gotten to you of your head didn’t feel so fuzzy. he kept his word, he was making you so stupid that you had no choice but to behave. “you can cum then” he gives you permission as he reaches to pinch your clit. “just make sure you watch yourself as you do”.

following his orders perfectly, you witness your face contort in pleasure when your high finally comes. legs shaking you, you cream on his girth. dazai groans when he sees that beautiful white ring around his base. “well done”.

right as he gives you some praise you disappoint dazai by trying to squirm away from him. “not so fast, my dear. i never said i was done with you. i still haven’t cum” he tsks, pulling you back in place by your hips. “besides, 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑”.

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🎬 𝑇𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑐 ⇒ {When they miss you after break up}

👥 𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ⇒ Dazai Osamu || Fyodor Dostoevsky || x gn! Reader

✉ 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦: anon ⇒ BSD x reader they already break up but missing reader and wanting to go back Mr. Rat, wasting bandage, great 😌 thank you😘

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He behaves as usual, laughs and jokes around as always; As if nothing had happened. Perhaps if Ranpo didn't mention this, no one in the agency would have noticed.

However, Dazai tries to stay away from the crowds and doesn't attend the agency's parties too much. As he sits by the window, he sinks into his thoughts.

He's such a strange bitch. And whenever Kunikida or Atsushi try to talk to him, Dazai just pretends that everything's fine and there's no problem.

In fact, agency members are really worried about him.

Dazai looks really broken, even if he pretends he has no problem.

And how they found out? Well, one day Dazai accidentally broke a glass, Kunikida expected Dazai to act irresponsibly as always, but ...

"I'm sorry, I'll clean it."

Dazai whispers that sentence and kneels to pick up the broken pieces.

"I broke your heart the same way?"

And after hearing Dazai's whispers, Kunikida was really surprised. Maybe it was the first time he felt that Dazai, had a heart or can care about something...

He tries to forget you, but every time something happens that reminds Dazai of your memories. Like, the smell of your perfume on the sheets, one of your clothes left in the washing machine or seeing your favorite cookies in a pastry shop...

He feels a little stone block his airway, he feels a knife being stabbed in his heart.

Until one day he sees you, and feels his heart beats has stopped.

You were as bright as ever, as smiling and happy as ever ... but without him.

For the first time in his life he feels confused. Should he come to you? Should he ignore you? Should he escape?

But when he sees another man next to you, he realizes that he has to give up.

He must admit that he has lost you, just like the other important people he lost.

Missing someone? Who? Y/N?... it's so ridiculous!

You were just his toy. Now that you're no longer needed, you should be thrown away.

He hasn't felt sadness for months.

But as time goes on, he feels more empty than ever. Fyodor has lost something and this makes him... impatient.

There may not seem to be a specific reason for this, he thought, but Nikolai realizes that Fyodor has become more ruthless than before.

He eats less than usual, instead, works harder, and his nail-biting habit gets worse than ever.

He has trouble sleeping and sometimes starts breaking things for no reason.

Fyodor breaks your photo frames or burns your clothes whenever he gets sleepless.

No, this is not normal at all. He's calm af when he does these things.

He just has a sly smile on his face and sometimes he laughs like crazy.

Even Nikolai doesn't like to annoy Fyodor at these times.

Should he kill you? Because you play with his sadistic spirit, and he does not like it at all.

you're happy without him? You sleep well? You eat enough? And allow yourself to enjoy your worthless life? You enjoy everything while he can't even enjoy his favorite tea?

These thoughts run through his mind, and finally, when the violin strings are torn, and the loud music ends, he opens his eyes.

For a long time, he won't accept that this feeling named "missing"

He's supposed to be God, he doesn't need these feelings.

He just has to focus on his goals.

Also, Fyodor doesn't like to admit that he was guilty at all.

But...

"Ivan, I want you to find that bitch (y/n) and monitor them."

𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡࿐

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𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒, 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐒 & 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒.

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summary : in which you walk in on dazai and one of his unexpected habits.

genre : angst to fluff, comfort

warnings : mentions and links to overthinking, sad dazai :(, not proof read.

a/n : hi my beauties, it’s been a while since i’ve wrote anything so i hope you all enjoy this in honour of chapter 114 :3

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Dazai was a man of many things. He had many demons. Ones that would sometimes crawl up his back at night like a pitiful insect that could cause a shiver up one’s spine as they lay awake at night thinking of the things they could’ve done better. A perfect way to describe Dazais night as he stares at the naked ceiling with dull eyes as you sleep right next to him ever so peacefully.

He had dragons he couldn’t possibly dare to slay as they were just too undefeatable even for someone as calculating and conniving as Dazai. No matter how many plans ending in alphabetical order he tried to create, those dragons would always somehow manage to slide and slither like a snake into his mind. They were fake, the dragons of course. He convinced himself that most nights. ‘These worries will pass’ He’d tell himself, and most nights they did.

But not this time, this time it was much worse. Like a wave crashing on the shore, so did Dazai’s mental state crash as it crumbled before him like a king on his heavy throne without a protective shield to protect him from the things he hated.

It was a stressful day for you. This morning had been an absolute disaster for you as you had woken up way past your alarm and your lover was nowhere to be found. Sure, he might have just been doing his daily errands or doing whatever but for one, Dazai wasn’t quite the morning person and two, he was acting awfully..odd last night, and it was the kind of odd that you wouldn’t consider to be your lovers.

“Don’t you ever think that we..were born to die..?”

You furrow your eyebrows as you turn on your side to face your lover in the twin sized mattress you two were both quite comfortable on.

“Elaborate?” You ask.

“We as humans, live for a while, and then die..isn’t that our only purpose?”

“What, just to die? I don’t know maybe..” You answer, propping your head up with your arm, pressing your elbow into the soft material of the mattress.

“Hm..” He answers mindlessly. It was short and abrupt, but you could feel the tense aura in the room as he stared blankly up at the ceiling.

“..Something on your mind..?” You ask in a soft tone. Reaching your hand out slowly to brush some messy hairs back from his face. He always looked better with his hair off his face anyway.

He turns to you with a smile, but not one of the sweet and sunny ones, oh no. This one had sorrow.

It was such a sad smile. One of woe and pain that not even words of the finest lips could speak to convey such torment.

“Just peachy.” He replies, but you both knew that was such a lie.

“Y/N.” Kunikidas curt voice snaps you out of the reigns of your own sorrow. “You’re free to leave.”

“Huh..?”

“I understand you are not in the correct mindset to resume your work duties. So please, feel free to head home.”

Your eyes widen as you furrow your eyebrows in sympathy at the man. Were you that readable?

“Oh, Kunikida there’s no need really-“

“It’s an order.” He interrupts, not a single change in his expression as he tells you so. “It’s an order from me that you go home and take care of yourself.”

Silence fills the small work space you two find yourself in as you can only nod, standing up in the same silence as you quickly gather your things and turn to the door.

“And Y/N.” Kunikida speaks again, to which you turn your head over your shoulder to see that his expression had changed just a little bit, to one of concern.

“If you ever need to speak to someone. I’m here.”

You smile, a short but sweet one that shows you appreciate his kindness.

“Thank you.” You whisper. Kunikida returns the favour with the same short kind smile you gave him, before returning to his same demeanour and professionalism as he says one last thing.

“And tell damn Dazai to come in for his paperwork also..I’m getting worried about the bastard.”

This makes you frown as you turn to leave. Dazai hasn’t been in the whole day? Then just where the hell is he..?

You walked home with an umbrella over your head as the weather spat rain from the skies. ‘What a perfect way to capture the mood’ you thought as you looked down at your feet splashing against the wet tiles of concrete on the ground as you walked on the sidewalk.

You soon reach home after the boring walk to your apartment. You jingle the keys into the lock before walking into your ‘homey home’.

That’s when, you noticed something on the shoe rack. Shoes of the man you loved oh so dearly. Dazai was here! You can’t ignore the jump in your heart when you recognise his presence.

Given the fact that you couldn’t hear any footsteps or sounds coming from the kitchen or living room, you can only imagine that he was upstairs in the comfort of your bedroom you two shared together. You look up the staircase and began your adventure upward.

Once you head upstairs, you head towards your room, you could hear the sounds of..shuffling? which you could only assume was your lover doing whatever it was he was doing in your room. You expected something stupid, as that’s what he was normally known for doing. So you expected something of the sort.

What you didn’t expect however, was to find said lover rolling along the carpet of your bedroom floor.

But, here he was - rolling. What an odd thing to say..

Silence fills the room once he realises you’re in the room. He abruptly stops and leans up to see you.

“..Hi.”

“..Hi my love.” You say, still in a bit of shock after seeing this..delightful sight.

“..So you probably have questions..” He begins to say, looking off at the wall beside you to avoid eye contact from this awkward exchange. You only smile at him, before shaking your head.

“I do, but not related to what you’re doing.” You say, before closing the door and making your way over to him.

He snaps his head to look at you, furrowed eyebrows and a look of confusion pair well together as he looks at you with bewilderment as you stand above him, suggesting to the floor.

“May I?” He smiles at this.

“..You may.” He replies, scooting over to make room.

Your smile remains as you shimmy off your coat and place it on the bed before you sit on the floor and lay down next to him, turning your head to face him with the same kind smile.

“Are you alright?” You ask in a soft tone, the same soft tone you use with him that he loves so dearly.

“Just peachy.” He replies, and you recognise this conversation all over again.

“I know that’s a white lie.” You reply, urging to push further. Dazai hates to lie to you, but sometimes he does to protect you. But he knows now he simply can’t lie another time to you. His heart knows better.

“Just a little..” He replies, smiling mischievously as you flick his forehead playfully.

“Please talk to me.” You plea, furrowing your eyebrows in a rush of worry. He mirrors your expression as he realises just how concerned you actually are.

“I’m worried about you.”

Well, this was new. To Dazai atleast. He knew you cared and worried of course, but to hear you say such words awakened a type of emotion he didn’t have in him. It was a little punch in the stomach that made his insides churn with warmth, he didn’t know what to call it.

“..I’m sorry.” He begins with a soft tone, grabbing your hand gently and holding it to his lips as he presses a gentle, apologetic kiss to the knuckles of your hand.

“Oh, why are you apologising my love..? You mustn’t..” You whisper as you take his same hand that was holding yours and press it to your lips, now kissing his knuckles also.

A moment of silence passes before he takes a deep breath to answer. This would be a hurdle, but he knows he’ll need to jump for you.

“..I get like this sometimes.” He answers. “I get these thoughts. I like to think of them as dragons..because they’re like big and powerful. That’s what my thoughts are like.”

You nod in understanding, beckoning him to continue.

“..and sometimes they just get..too much for me to handle.”

You furrow your eyebrows in concern again, to which Dazai reaches his finger up and rubs your crease away.

“Don’t frown, you’ll get wrinkles.” He teases as a way to cheer you up from this confession. You let out a chuckle, reaching out to brush his messy hair off his face.

“You always look better with your hair off your face..” You say, to which you can see him smile. But not a sad one, oh no, this one was a genuine one. You could tell.

“I have been trying to control them, I don’t just let them haunt me.” He reassures and continues. “That’s why I’ve been away the whole day. I tried to go out for a walk early in the morning.” He shrugs.

“It’s also why I’m laying down here.” He confesses. “It..somehow relaxes me, calms me, helps me to organise my thoughts.”

You smile. “It’s unexpected, but healthy. I’m glad you’re finding better ways to cope, Samu.”

“Thanks my love.” He responds as he leans forward and kisses your forehead, to which you pull him in for a big hug, rubbing his back gently.

“..I’ve had a shit day..” You whisper.

“I’ve also had a shit day..” He whispers back.

“We’ve had a shit day.” You laugh into his shoulder, he laughs with you as he presses a kiss to your head.

He pulls away as he sits up, holding your hands to help you sit up too. You face him at the same eye level as you finally ask the dreaded question.

“..Why didn’t you tell me..?”

To this his smile slowly fades, but he smiles softly as he rubs your hands.

“To protect you, I guess. I don’t want to drag you down. Don’t want the dragons getting to you.” He jokes with the last part, to which you smile and say.

“I’ll slay dragons with you anyday.” You squeeze his hand, he squeezes back in return.

“But!” You swipe your hand away from his, to which he’s a bit taken back with.

“No lies next time. If you’re feeling down, please turn to me if you need a helping hand, okay?”

He smiles at your face, the face he loves so much. He takes your hand and presses one last kiss to your knuckles.

“No lies, only truths.” He promises, before he leans in to give you a sweet but firm kiss on the lips. “and kisses.” He smirks and gives you a cheeky wink.

“Oh wow.” You sarcastically reply, rolling your eyes as you can’t hide the smile you have on your face. “You’re adorable.”

At times like these, Dazai cherishes. He cherishes so hard that he feels that if you took his brain out he’d have memories literally ingraved inside his mushy brain of things he cherished.

You were the most kindest, selfless, and loveable human being Dazai could have ever asked for. He was so grateful for you.

Not only does he have a lover, but a friend, and also a partner he can slay dragons with any-day and night. No dragon was too big for the both of you.

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Outfits the BSD boys would love to see you in+ what they'd wear to match [modern au]

BSD x fem!reader

Atsushi Nakajima

Our Lil 'Sushi, everyone's favorite sunshine boi. Y'all are an adorable couple and you too definitely just naturally have similar aesthetics. He'd never miss the chance to match colors/style with you and he loves it when people can tell you're a couple. He really just loves seeing you comfortable but bonus points if any element in your outfit is stolen from him.

He's got a pretty decent fashion sense for himself so you can bet you won't be getting all the spotlight. He likes matching or finding complimenting colors to fit in with whatever you're wearing and he totally wouldn't mind getting to pick out your outfits once and a while.

Atsushi is definitely one for gold jewelry, and he's definitely surprised you with a few cute little bracelets and things. He's not wonderful at picking out stuff to get you so he probably enlists the help of Dazai or Yosano when shopping for you.

Y'all are definitely going out to a cute little restaurant for lunch and taking a walk around a park. You two have great conversations and could spend endless hours in each others' company and never get bored.

Osamu Dazai

two words: academia couple. Mans has an absolutely amazing eye for fashion, probably better than you (you'd never admit this to him tho). He can 100% pull off any aesthetic (dead apple was enough evidence of that) but his favorite is definitely light academia because it reminds him of you.

Dazai prefers to pick out outfits for both of you but he's got a talent for matching whatever you come up with. This man loves shopping with you and you never have to do any work. He's handing you stacks of clothes out of nowhere for you to try on, which, somehow all end up fitting. He loves watching you put on little fashion shows for him and he never gets tired. The workers where y'all normally shop love him and always call him whenever they get something in that they think he might like. Y'all will spend hours shopping to the point where you're just ready to go home and sleep for the next 12 hours but...

"Oh but Belladonna you'd look so good. Please just a few more (｡◕ ω ◕｡)" and how could you possibly resist?

In, general he's more of a gold jewelry man, but he doesn't mind silver once and a while. He's got impeccable taste so all of his gifts are top tier

As for a date, you two are exploring old libraries, concert halls, etc. He's incredibly spontaneous so your dates a never an experience you'll forget.

Chuuya Nakahara

Power couple vibes. He absolutely loves it when y'all are matching. He's not a huge fan of pda so anyway he can send the message that you two are a couple, he'll take advantage of it. Mans has short-man syndrome so he's definitely going for a darker aesthetic, its okay though cuz he thinks black makes you look absolutely stunning.

When it comes to jewelry Chuuya is silver all the way. He loves giving you gifts and he's actually got great taste but is just insecure. He'd prefer to go to Dazai (cuz while he'll never admit it the man has great taste), but he'll never willingly admit to the crazy bastard that he actually needs his help, so he settles for asking Elise.

As far as dates go, you two are definitely going out at night and exploring a busy downtown environment. He loves gifting you with small things you find and is always down to try new things. Your night includes discovering new restaurants and lots of sweets.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

In general, I think you two would be an opposite aesthetics couple (you're the light of his life c'mon), but that doesn't mean he doesn't like matching with you. Personally, I think he would match you by wearing something with darker tones of the colors you wear. I also definitely think you too would have matching shoes in different colors along with matching rings.

He's a silver jewelry man himself but he loves seeing you in gold. He has no idea what to look for he knows it so he normally asks Gin or Higuchi for help.

Late-night drive vibes all the way. He's got great music taste so drives with him are always amazing. I feel like y'all would also do peaceful walks at night maybe near a river or a park just outside the city, somewhere where you two could be alone without being too far from city life.

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DATING OSAMU DAZAI -> HEADCANONS

🫂 : PAIRING -> dazai x f!reader

📰 : A/N -> hi guys!!! here’s a thank you for 100 <3 i absolutely appreciate the love you guys have given this account throughout my small journey on building it soooo i just wanted to give back a little something ;) anyway, i hope you guys enjoy!

⚠️ : WARNINGS -> NSFW CONTENT FURTHER ON (the smut is pretty descriptive so be aware!) brief mentions of dazais suicidal behavior + thoughts

(SFW)

- just want to start off by saying that i think dazai would be such a loving significant other when he’s truly in love or trusts the other person (like how he trusts oda) oh my god. he’d actually be so down bad. it’s horrendous

- moving on, i still would like to say that he’d be flawed so…here are some of my personal headcanons of what i think dating dazai would be like :3

- starting strong, i 100% see him as the kind of boyfriend who’d send you sweet messages throughout the day

- like “good morning, my belladonna! how is the prettiest woman in the world doing?”

- but then would ask you for favors…yup.

- BUT HE STILL MEANS EVERY COMPLIMENT HE TELLS YOU. the actual downside to this is that sometimes he’d completely disappear from his phone too

- …but he always rebound.

- absolutely loves scenery watching with you! i totally see him as the type to really enjoy going to a park with his lover, or a rooftop, any place where the world feels like it’s just the two of you

- he falls harder and harder for you every time.

- though dazai isn’t really seen to give back to people (mf doesn’t even bother paying his tabs) but i can see him buying you meaningful gifts

- like if he sees you staring at a certain something while you two are out, he’d definitely keep a mental note of that. or even a gift that represents something the two of you share <3

- even the other agents at the ada would be so in shock when they find dazai asking for GIFT advise.

- oh yeah. they definitely know he’s in love too.

- would totally read you one of his books (anything BUT his suicide manual) or even some of yours (if you have any) whenever it’s a lazy day or if you’re having a difficult time falling asleep.

- his voice is so soothing and calming, that shit would send you into a lullaby.

- OK BECAUSE WHEN HES IN LOVE. I CAN SEE HIM WRITING A BOOK JUST FOR YOU. OR SOME KIND OF WRITING PIECE. IM. IM. IM.

- now some of the angsty angst…

- there are times where dazais’ suicidal tendencies or thoughts take rancid in his mind, and that will obviously lead to many unhealthy things

- like retracting back to his drinking issues, reckless behavior, and mental neglecting

- and sometimes, this would lead him to run away or distance himself from you. not because he doesn’t trust you

- but he HATES even just the idea of worrying or burdening you.

- you obviously find out, and oh god. the hospitality you provide him.

- and there he goes again. absolute goner when you cook him his favorite dish, accompany him in baths/showering, holding him close to your body while you both cuddle in the night.

- you’d allow (or more so, make him) cradle his face into your neck, while you run your hands through his hair, kissing his hairline and whispering “i’m here whenever you want to talk”

- just ever so patient for whenever he wanted to open up.

- though you know it’ll take a while for him to open up entirely, you’d usually get back a “let’s stay like this, my dear” and or “thank you. this is more than i can ever ask for”

- and oh he wouldn’t even hesitate to do the same for you— cradling your head into his chest and whispering hushed comforting whenever you’re stressed out with work or a situation.

- if someone particularly did hurt you though, oh fuck.

- game time is over for dazai if someone ever made his darling cry.

- let. me. just. say. that.

- but do keep this man in check! there’s that possibility that he’ll step back into his old habits ;( no matter how many times he’ll try to push you away or make it seem like it’s no big deal— just remind him that he’s very much loved and cared for.

- butttt back to some more fluff!

- dazais’ kisses could stop the world, and his kisses are so filled with emotions and love.

- whether you’re crying or staring into his eyes, he’s going to kiss you— make you feel like it’s just the two of you against the world.

- even on the days where maybe he or you can’t necessarily communicate, the way his soft lips press against yours just reminds the both of you that you have each other at the end of the day.

- just his kisses itself, says so much.

- and he vows to keep it reserved for you <3

- he’d be so in love that he’d forget that he was labeled as an enemy to all women LMAO

- anyway, he LOVES forehead kisses. like LOVES. whether it’s from you or him kissing your head. it’s so pure and loving. help his soul.

- he also loves hugs, i think dazai truly loves physical affection— but with the right person of course.

- and with his lover, he’s clinging. like a koala. mf doesn’t understand personal boundaries sometimes that he’ll suffocate you with his tight hugs (affectionately <33)

- his absolute favorite sentimental combination with everything he loves to do with you is watching the city fly by your eyes, holding your waist from the back, and being able to whisper lovey things into your ears.

- “you’re so beautiful, my love” and you’d let out the softest laugh ever— kissing his check before complimenting him back ever so sweetly.

- uhhh why did his heart just flutter.

- his heart would be beating so fast. no joke, he thought he was going to die.

- it’s all so loving. no more facade. no more of any of that.

- it’s that reminder for another time to heal

- after losing his good friend. the only person who shed light into his life.

- dazai osamu has truly found his home again.

- and you’d know that too. when he finally turns you around for you to face him, stopping to watch your face in slight confusion, his lips slightly brushing against yours to finally whisper, “i love you, y/n.” before leaning in to kiss you with so much love.

- the world stops just for dazai and his reason.

- SO. MUCH. LOVEEEEE.

(NSFW) -> 🔞

- a little bonus to dating dazai. this mans sex libido is worth keeping an eye open 🤫

- let me just say, he’s good. he’s so good.

- port mafia dazai is crazy (the urge to write some headcanons for him too is kicking in…) but i do think ada! dazai is more softer, especially during sex.

- i think if dazai got into a serious relationship with someone he wouldn’t hesitate to lay his life for— sex would be so much more to him

- definitely would love missionary, allowing your legs to open wider for him as his thrusts are steady and raw.

- god he loves it when you throw your head back, your neck completely exposed for him to mark and kiss at.

- he’d even let you scratch and dig your nails into his back, covered with bandages or not. he’d encourage you rip that shit off when he’s THAT horny to think.

- your moans literally replay in his mind AT-LEAST 2 times a day.

- mf would be the “🏃” emoji the second you’re teasing him, wether it be sending him a quick message talking about how much you miss him..

- “osamu, baby…i miss you so much. come over when you’re done with the paperwork? i may or may not be wearing your favorite set ;) ”

- yup. he’s gone. completely off the grid.

- talking about sets, he loves all the different kinds of lingerie on your body! he would even suggest for you to try on the ones he would find when he has the opportunity <3

- “belladonna, what do i have to do for you to try this on for me…”

- then he’d flutter his eyelashes, eyes round to a doe, while holding the skimpiest lingerie set you’ve ever seen.

- psst! his absolute favorite lingeries are those simple yet sexy black garter ones *wink wink*

- or even at home, when you situate yourself on top of him, obviously dragging attention to his crotch area, slowly rotating your hips to rile him up while pecking the exposed areas of his neck.

- he’s gone again.

- even with the teasing, dazai manages to make you feel like the prettiest girl alive when your full naked body is displayed to him

- SOOO much and i mean SO. MUCH. body worship and praising. he’d kiss you from your lips all the way down to your legs while whispering sincere compliments

- literally could spend hours worshipping your beauty and dedicating the night to foreplay before entering you.

- his pace would be slow and steady, letting you adjust and feel comfortable with his presence

- your head would finally lull back with moans of his name before he picks up his pace to make you forget everything but you and him.

- he’d lean into your ear to whisper words of comfort, prioritizing your pleasure before his, like always.

- “fuck, you’re so beautiful baby, so good for me”

- “you’re so perfect, y/n dear. just like that mm.”

- dazai is a man of patience and he definitely takes that to bed with him

- yes, sex is so loving and sweetly teasing with dazai

- but i didn’t say this man isn’t a FREAK either.

- he absolutely loves pounding you from the back, moaning complete obscenities in your ear, quietly enough just for you to hear

- his hands binding your wrists behind you as his thrusts get rougher and faster.

- and all you could do is whimper and bite down your lifted dress to hush yourself

- all while he rams into your wet pussy from behind <3

- and oh…did i mention this would all be happening in a bathroom of an event.

- “ah ah pretty girl, keep that little voice of yours down” his other hand would grip your face to make you look at him, “wouldn’t want the other agents catching us, don’t you think?”

- wow a man who can make you feel like a princess to a slut so fast! we love that.

- but of course if you’re uncomfortable with semi-public sex or anything of the sort, he’d respect your boundaries 100%

- but if you’re into that…ignore atsushi when he asks why he can never find you and dazai.

- would definitely be open to any kind of kink.

- i see dazai actually wanting to experience a lot more with someone who he has emotional ties with (he’d honestly be more comfortable and confident)

- but for him, i see him being curious or very into sensory deprivation like blindfolding

- it takes trust to a whole different level in his eyes

- if you let him cover your eyes and allow him to take care of you, it’s field day for him.

- (also wouldn’t be entirely opposed to the idea of being blindfolded as well…)

- absolutely loved receiving oral.

- i think getting on your knees for him is the closest you’ll ever have him slurring words, just completely mindfucked with the way your tongue swirls over his sensitive tip

- …but that is a conversation for another day.

- has a strong fixation on fingering AND giving you oral. oh my god.

- he knows how to use those lanky fingers, and he’s cocky about it too.

- could also literally cum every-time you let him bind your hands to the bedpost while he finger fucks you

- not even giving his throbbing cock attention, all of that is stirred to the way you’re grinding your hips against his cum coated fingers.

- over and over again, until you’re moaning out his name

- just a little prepping before getting the bed to really start slamming against the wall whew.

- “cmon baby, cum on my fingers, show me how much you like my fingers fucking you like this hm”

- yeah if you haven’t noticed already, this mans’ dirty talk would also makes YOU cum on the spot.

- hits that sweet spot every single time. with his fingers, tongue, and or cock.

- he knows your body like the back of his hand

- but no matter what kind of activities you two get tied up in, aftercare is a must for this man.

- he’d assist cleaning you both up, making sure you’re absolutely okay every single time.

- then he’d let you curl up next to him, tucking you under his chin before caressing your skin with his fingers— humming to you into a slumber.

- he’d probably ramble on about something or tell you how amazing you are, kissing your forehead area— before exchanging that, “i love you”

- every single time

- he’d make sure your breathing stays steady and calm as you drift off, taking in the moment of silence

- he’d ever so silently thank whatever gave him the possibility to end up with an angel.

📰 : A/N -> ahhh i hope this is okay! i’ve never wrote head-canons before so i apologize if some parts seemed really dragged on lol but regardless, thank you for the love <3

-> reblogs are always appreciated 💌

[fedy4]

Nightmares and sleepless nights ; Fluff ! Slight angst !

· Fyodor, Dazai, Chuuya x reader

Fyodor .

He doesn't sleep, well most of the time. He spends almost all of his time on the computer working, and while you were sleeping in your shared bedroom, it doesn't take long for you to be uneasy in your sleep, these days you've been having nightmares, afraid to tell Fyodor not wanting to disturb him. Sweat trickling on your forehead, loud and an uneasy pace of breathing, tears welling your eyes. You've awoken, gasping for air and hair tangled up. Your shared bedroom with him was just close to his office. After Fyodor heard a loud gasp coming from you, he's at your side right away, one hand cupping your cheeks "Nightmare?" Breathing still uneasy, you just nod at his words. "'s alright, I'll stay here with you for the night. I haven't been spending much time with you these days." Sighing as he lies down on the bed with you. "Are you sure? Don't you have work to finish..?" "It can wait for a few hours. Go to sleep, 'm here." Maybe taking a day off wouldn't be so bad.

Dazai .

Just like Fyodor, Dazai probably doesn't sleep a lot. Despite that, he'd try to sleep for his lover. Although this time, his lover was having a hard time sleeping, he stayed up all night to see if you were having a nightmare, completely observing you. Although when you suddenly woke up, looking for Dazai and seeing him on your side, wide awake staring at you with eyes filled with worry. You hugged him, Surprised by the sudden hug, he pats your head. "'Samu, I.. I dreamt of you." "Oh? Me?" He pulled away from the hug, now quite intrigued by what you dreamt, "you were killed! By.. by the mafia! And ..." He quickly shushed you. "Now.. why would that happen? 'M just here. No need to worry about such things." Silence filled the room, you've been restless, "Get up, let's get you milk, shall we? I'll turn on a movie when we get back." Perhaps he should be more careful on his missions when you're with him.

Chuuya .

You and Chuuya had just finished taking a short bath, after drinking some wine as quality time together. However, at night, you seemed to cling on him like a koala would, it's not that Chuuya hates it, but seeing you frown instead of having a soft relaxed face was making him all agitated! He doesn't know what to do, should he wake you up, push you off of him? Oh, but he couldn't decide! It was hard for him, but seeing his dear frown was upsetting, he chooses to wake you up. Lightly nudging you while calling your name softly, "Chuu..? 's that you..?" A subtle smile appears on his lips. "Yeah.. you looked quite uneasy in your sleep. Something bothering you?" You couldn't describe your nightmare, it was hard to because you don't want to remember it again. "Hey, it's ok. Wanna go to sleep again?" Asking you while stroking your hair. Nodding at his words he finally relaxes and lays down the bed softly, still playing with your hair. "I'll be here when you wake up. Sleep tight." After that, he heard soft snores and saw a relaxed face from you. He can finally relax too.

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DEAR OSAMU, -> EPILOGUE

🫂 : PAIRING(S) -> dazai x f!reader

⚠️ : WARNINGS -> season 2 spoilers, just lovey dazai. ah.

🔎 : WC -> 2.2k

🗂 : FULL SERIES MASTER-LIST -> THE WINTER SERIES

📰 : A/N -> ahhh hi everyone. i hope i didn’t keep you guys waiting too long for the next chapter but here is the last official one!!! i’ll drop some extras to the series soon but enjoy!

SYNOPSIS -> one clink. one jewelry. dazai isn’t so new to love for as he learned all of that from one particular flower out of a blossoming garden.

| STORY BEGINS BELOW |

the tussles of the light wind carrying across the flat land, caressing the bushes and trees that were decorated with natural autumn contours.

the bruising brown and orange leaves covering the grounds and brief city views, piles and stacks of tree branches and leaves ready to be blown away. the fall threatening wind brushing against the feathers of your cheek as your warm clothes heat from your neck down to your feet. the mans’ arm swung over your shoulder, letting out a comfortable sigh.

it’s nearly been a year now, or approximately nine months since christmas of last year. though there were times where you wished memories would of faded past the forgetting, it brought welling water to your eyes remembering but as you moved on— growing from those incidents.

it’s almost like you can’t regret it now.

nine months further, past that cold winter, you find the ever glowing love with dazai has expanded into something more open. more vulnerable, if you will.

throughout the new year, you watched as dazai progressively opened up to you more, from his concerns in the present to what anxiousness he may have for the past and for the future.

everything.

you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t easy working through, but he was trying. he was trying so hard everyday to let you in. you stayed patient, even something so little as to knowing how he felt about a certain situation or person ever so rawly was more than you can ask for. but everyday, he has never stepped back. never broken a promise.

he tried little by little everyday.

about a month into the new year, dazai had almost completely opened up about his life in the port mafia- though his life way before that, remains a mystery. but there was a certain day you could never forget.

the dimming lights flickering above your head as you walked hand in hand with dazai who was wearing a simple black tux. matching the rather simplistic black dress you wore. he stopped, staring above his head, making you turn yours to look at what had made him stop in his tracks.

your eyes glimmered, next widening as you connected the dots. dazai mentioned back when he was around the age eighteen, he and his fellow friends would always have a midnight drink at a local bar. that was their home. the place dazai had taken you to…

bar lupin

the sign, the bar sign, almost shuttering bright in the dark aura that surrounded the both of you— highlighting the man on the board as the words “lupin” drooped beneath the artistry. you lightly caress dazais arm, a gentle sign that everything is going to be fine.

the both of you walked inside, the rust of browns and wood sat in vintage silence. with zero words slipping past either one of you, dazai pulls out a stool for you to sit. his slim figure moving to sit on the left side to you. his brown tussled hair covering his eyes as he anxiously picked at the wooden table, keeping his view locked to the original spot he usually sat at many years ago.

no one would of thought he was anxious or atleast a bit uncomfortable in this situation, but you weren’t just anyone at this point. you moved your right hand to grab his, intertwining your fingers together as he finally looked up into your eyes.

he watched the dim lighting of the bar caress your warm cheeks so softly, your skin illuminating under the ceiling lights he hasn’t seen ever since his leaving. you scooted your stool a bit closer to his, enough that your arms merely brush each others, “thank you for bringing me here, osamu” you whispered quietly.

his mouth opened to say something, but no words slipped out as he just squeezed your smaller fingers, letting his body communicate. you moved your left hand to gently comb through his hair, comforting him as he stepped back into a realm of his past. the empty bar shuttered in the old creaking wood and winds that brushed against the walls, loud but silent.

peering over, the bartender approaches you both, apologizing for the wait until asking what you’d both like to have. before dazai could respond, you intervened, “three whiskeys please, thank you.” you smiled. the bartender smiles back at you before moving to gaze at dazai, you watched as he gives dazai an approved nod before disappearing.

“three whiskeys? i didn’t know you were that much of a drinker, y/n” you hear dazai softly laughed out, you moved your hands back to your lap, retracting them from dazais— you look at the alcohol stored above the shelves behind the bar counter, sinking in the opportunity that dazai had willingly opened the door for you to step in deeper into his life, “one is for you of course, my tolerance for alcohol is unmatched” you aired out with a laugh.

he didn’t question much further as the bartender proceeds to lay out the three small glasses of whiskey in front of you two, the circle shaped ice bouncing against the edges.

the lanky fingers, wrists covered in the newly wrapped bandages makes its way to grab the nearest glass before turning his figure to the right completely facing you, “heh, let’s make a toast y/n!”

you turn your body to face him, the black dress sitting ever so gorgeously on your body to his eyes. raising your glass in your right hand and your left hand motioning the third glass to his empty hand, “y/n wha-“

“for odasaku…” you hushed sweetly, pushing the adult drink closer, “toast for odasaku”

his eyes glistened, almost wide from your consideration. his mouth falling agape looking at the glass in your left hand, odasaku. fuck. he was too far in deep right now. so anxious he felt his entire body shaken up. he had suspected you getting another glass from another in the beginning but the name of his passed beloved friend rolling off your tongue— his heart was beating so fast. he moved his hand to take it from yours, ready to toast.

“let’s toast to a new year, new beginnings, we’ll both try.” you whispered out, “i love you osamu, i want to keep trying for you. i’ll keep fighting for you. for us.” before you could clink your glass to his, you stopped as his gaze remains doe eyed, almost child-like.

“y/n…i’ll keep trying. i will do to fulfill my position as a good man for you, odasaku, the agency, and for yokohama. thank you. i think we should toast to you.” he gently smiles, ever so genuine. your heart skips a beat as well.

“let’s toast to the past and the future” you motioned your glass high, awaiting for dazai to bring his two glasses up. you watched as his hands lift up his and odasakus’ liquor, nearly ready to clink against yours.

“to the past and the future” he hushed.

clink.

you rushed to down almost half of your whiskey, nearly slamming it against the table as you sniffled back the hard liquor, “yeah i lied…my alcohol tolerance is crap” you hiccuped out, nearly laughing the giddiness.

leaning over your giddy form, he places odasakus glass on the other side of you before sitting back down. he smiled watching you giggle from the alcohol, taking a gulp of his own before turning his head to look at your giggling form again. his figure stiffened as he feels the time slow down, everything was like in slow motion. on the right side of you, where he had place the whiskey. he notices a shallow silhouette of a finger tapping the edge of the glass.

your still giggling body covering the man a bit, making dazai move his view a bit forward to get a better look. his mouth separates as he notices the particular man. a certain man wearing a black lined button up, stubbles of hair prickling from his chin, the stern look kept on his face as his dark blue eyes watched the glass in front of him— only one would recognize that red hair all too well.

odasaku

he stares past you at the hazy figure, wondering if the alcohol was already getting to his head.

he swallowed down the thick saliva, almost making him choke as the man turns his head to look back at dazai, the palms of his hands sweating against the table as the figure mouthed something— almost like he can hear it ever so clearly.

“you’ve come far. i’m proud of you, dazai” the deep voice echoed through his head.

before he could respond or fathom the situation, your body leans forwards against the counter and he’s gone.

he blinks repeatedly before you notice his dazed out expression, “thank you, odasaku.” he whispered out even if it were his imagination. it felt too real to ignore— his eyes almost glossy.

you stopped giggling recollecting your stubborn attempt to chug the thick liquor, that clearly sent you in a laughing stock. reverting your eyes to dazai you quickly pulled yourself together as he looked like he just saw a ghost.

“osamu? are you okay love?” you asked, moving your hand to tuck a piece of his hair behind his ear.

his hand reaches up to grab yours, holding it close to his face, he smiles and nods.

“i want to kiss you, y/n” he leans close to your face before placing his other hand to pull your neck in, “then kiss me…” you hushed against his alcoholic lips before colliding.

“i love you, y/n” he kissed.

now it’s autumn, the first day of october as you both stand on the cliff side. the cliff you both had your first date at, the cliff you two resolved so many issues at. this spot was very important to the both of you, it was evident by now.

“it’s so beautiful today” you said, dazais scarf wrapped near your chin almost muffling your words. the trench coat of dazais swaying behind as you both stood watching the city for what may have seem like the hundredth time now, “it is, belladonna. it truly is.” dazai hushed before moving behind you, bringing his arms to hold your shoulders.

“you know, sometimes i really just want to know what you wrote in your letter from christmas” you laughed out, the thought drifting into your head the millionth time too. “well that’s too bad, we barley completed a year!” he chuckled out loud, disregarding the pout on your cold lips.

“but that’s sooo long, osamu! who knows if you’ll want to be with me by then!” you exaggerated, faking a bratty attitude as you cross your arms over your chest.

“ahh my dear, always so insistent that we open that little box to our letters. you can keep up with that attitude but it only makes you look cuter” he teased, before attacking the right side of your face with kisses, “ahh dazai!” you giggled out at his advancement.

he pulled away from your body, smiling at your flustered actions, the blush on the cheeks rising.

his eyes avert to the beautiful patches of flowers on your left side, those flowers.

the ones pinned on your work apron from when he had first got to know you.

“darling, look at those flowers” he motioned you, almost distracting you from something.

you watched as you turn to admire the flowers sway, taking in their beauty before they get lost in yokohamas’ approaching cold weather.

his body still behind you, leaving a small gap as you stared back into the distance of the city, savoring moments like this once again.

his right hand fiddled in his coat pocket, looking for a certain miniature box.

“you know y/n, you may want to reconsider your theory about if i’ll be in love with you by the next five years” you continue to watch the distance, falling confused, “hmm well how can you be so sure then” you quickly teased back out— not turning around to keep up that “bratty” attitude.

“oh belladonna, i’m sure…” he fished out the box from his coat. tiny enough to hold a quarter sized piece. flicking the box open, the item glistened under his brown eyes.

he bent down to meet the height of your waist, your back still facing him as you’re completely oblivious at what he’s trying to insinuate.

“maybe this will convince you”

you released your hands crossing over your chest to fall by your sides, averting your eyes to the side, “what are-“ you turn completely around to look at dazai. or rather down.

your hands shoot up to cover your mouth in surprise. there, dazai kneeled on one knee. holding open a small velvet covered box that held the prettiest jewelry ever— an engagement ring that was crusted with silver, diamonds and miniature pearls curling at the edges and one carved diamond flower situated ever so beautifully in the center of it all, your flower.

“y/n, i want to be the reason you smile everyday. i want to hold you and continue to try for you. i want tell you everything you want to know…i want to watch my flower blossom, as selfish as i may sound out to be…”

tears begin welling and drifting out of your eyes, completely taken back by this new position in life.

“…i want to be the best man for you. i want to be your water for as long as you want me to…”

“will you marry me, my flower?”

there, you fell on your knees too, nodding your head quickly as you threw yourself onto him. huffs and happy cries of yes repeating over and over again. his arms wrapping around your waist as two engaged lovers were born that day.

dazai never really believed in love. it was difficult for him to fully grasp that ideal concept. he’d then realize— not when he saw your face but when you saw his, that love was truly unexpected, isn’t it? even for a smart man like himself, it wasn’t calculated.

you pull away from his neck, grabbing his face to smash your lips against his. his mouth swallowing the “i love yous” passing your lips, returning the words back at you too.

he’d fully realize that the beauty of love is when you don’t expect it at all, or expecting nothing of it. but then, all of a sudden, there, right in front of him is everything he ever needed.

for that heart of his, empty as a plant vase, carried and watered his flower.

📰 : A/N -> OH MY GOSH!!! AAAHHH. i love him so much i can’t. my heart. his heart?!?!2$ yes. anyway, thank you for following me on this writing journey. much love <3

-> reblogs are always appreciated (´ω｀)

🏷 : TAG-LIST -> @dazaiscum

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Raise the Bar

TW: Sexually Explicit Content: fem!reader, bartender!chuuya, dazai x chuuya x reader, MxFxM threesome, table sex, bar sex, breast play, strong language, name calling, opposite of slow burn (the sex happens very fast) WC: 1k words drabble

☆Summary: After your date ditches you, you hook up with a certain mafioso and a detective agency member. Requested by @niikasstuff for the Pretty Pictures Event.

After your date has ditched you, you need a distraction for the night. You walk through the streets and come across a dance bar highlighted with a neon red sign. People are excitedly swarming in and out.

As you step in, you're surrounded by a lively scene of lights and dancing people. Everyone is taking shots, singing karaoke, and laughing in conversation. You decide to sit at the counter and wait to order a drink.

You continue to observe how people grind their hips against each other, dancing sensually. You even catch a couple sneak into the bathroom while kissing, probably up to some illicit fun. You feel a bit self-conscious when everyone seems to be with a partner.

A redhead behind the counter appears in front of you. The name "Chuuya" is plastered on a shiny tag, which sticks to his shirt.

"You fine there?" he asks, looking you up and down. It seems like he can read your mind from the expression of your face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." you murmur, looking away nervously.

"You look like you've seen horrible things. I’ll pour you a drink."

"Thank you." you muster a smile.

While you tap your fingers on your knee, waiting for Chuuya to prepare the drink, a voice interrupts.

"Are you here alone?"

A man in a cream-colored coat, khaki pants, and bandaged arms-quite eccentric. He has mousy brown hair, dark eyes, and a charming smile.

"Yes.." you answer after hesitation. “Why?”

His smile widens further.

"And you're single?" he inquires, leaning against the counter lazily, hand languidly sliding across the table to meet yours.

""I was supposed to be with a date...but he ditched me." you sigh.

"Ditch a sexy bitch like you? Whoever that asshole is, they're losing." scoffs Chuuya, interrupting the conversation. “Here’s your drink.”

You murmur a thank you and take a sip of alcohol. A few sips later, some of your inhibition starts to disappear.

"Right? I could show you a much better time. The name's Dazai Osamu, by the way." the brunette says in a sensual whisper, lifting your hand and kissing it.

“You tryna go for a ride through the city on my motorcycle?.” Chuuya offers, brushing Dazai to the side.

“I don’t think she likes short guys.” Dazai laughs, making Chuuya scoff.

“Yeah, well, I don’t think she wants some dumbass who walks around in bandages all the time, but here we are.”

“I don’t mind spending time with both of you.” you shrug with a smile, amused at how the two men subtly fight for your attention.

Dazai and Chuuya look at each other and smirk.

“There’s a storage room in the back where we have extra chairs, tables, and alcohol.” Chuuya says with a smirk, looking you up and down. You nod enthusiastically to give your consent.

Chuuya hoists you up in his arms, seizing your hips and leaving your legs dangling. His lips join yours, tongue teasingly running through your mouth. After you spend a long time in his arms while he carries you, he settles you on the bar table and you kick your legs in front in relief, stretching them outwards. You're feeling slightly tipsy; the alcohol has heightened your thirst for sex.

"Chuuya, my legs are aching." you moan.

"It's alright." he murmurs softly. "I'll sit you down here and we'll get ready for it."

Chuuya slips a hand behind your back, yanking the zip of your dress off, revealing you in lingerie.

"Oh fuck. Looks like that bastard who ditched you is missing out on a lot of fun tonight." he smirks, sliding a hand over your ass wrapped in lace. With a quick motion of his hand, he unhooks your bra and tosses it aside, massaging your tits.

"Ah, kiss me more." you whisper urgently.

He follows through with your request, gripping your hips and pressing lips together again. You pull away softly to suck in a breath.

“Dazai, touch me.”

“Mm..don’t need to tell me twice.”

Dazai steps closer, inhaling the scent of your hair first. Dazai’s lips graze your jaw, sliding down to your neck and collarbone as he leaves hot kisses. His finger disappears under your lace underwear, stroking your clit. The explosive pleasure sends moans rushing out through your lips.

“Oh..”

Dazai pulls out his length and slides it up and down your folds, teasing you. You moan at the throbbing feeling of it.

"G-give it to me..." you moan.

"Oh, I'll give it to you good." he groans, letting out a shaky breath. He strokes his cock while running it up and down, beating it against you over and over.

"Ah!"

Dazai lines up the tip and pushes it in, starting to push and pull just the tip, teasing you.

"Oh! Please, more."

He grabs your hips tightly as he holds you onto the table, gluing his lips to your neck and sucking. Then he pushes in the rest, bottoms out inside of you.

"Mmh! Fuck, Dazai.." you moan, letting your walls pull him in and absorb him completely.

"Mm, you're really going to suck me in, huh?" he breathes.

He starts to spasm in and out, grabbing your hips to move you back and forth against him, in sync with his own thrusts. You nibble his earlobe, running your fingers through his hair and yanking it in pleasure and stress. Arching your back against him, your tits rubbing against the fabric of his shirt, nipples harden up.

"I'm almost there...hffff." you pant, tightening your grip.

“Mm, that won’t do.” Dazai pulls out, edging you when he senses that you're about to orgasm. Chuuya sinks into you, exhaling loudly. He starts moving back and forth, making you throw your head back and grip the edge of the bar table.

“Ah! Faster...” you whine. He obliges by striking his hips against your ass, balls slapping against skin. While Chuuya fucks you on the table, Dazai's mouth moves to one of your breasts, kissing your nipple while he fondles the other one with his slender hands.

"Mmh...I'm going to cum.." you sigh, grabbing Chuuya's lustrous locks as you hold on for life. With a few more strokes, you finally come undone, releasing evidence of your pleasure all over him.

Dazai and Chuuya smile with pleasure at the vision of you fucked out on the bar table, both of them kissing you on opposite cheeks and stroking your hair affectionately.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" Chuuya caresses your ass.

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Dazai x gn!reader are now entering the SUGGESTIVE ballroom…

I wrote this at in five minutes at 3AM so it might not make sense…

CONTENT WARNINGS: Implied nsfw, heavily suggestive, jealousy (?) fluff at the end, me trying to get out of a writers block, my first attempt at something suggestive

NOT PROOF READ!!!!!!/!/!/&:!

Jealous! Dazai who tries keeping his composure after someone so rudely decided to interrupt your date

Jealous! Dazai who wraps his arms around your figure possessively, hinting at the target of his jealousy to back off. If it’s you who set him off, then he’s not above embarrassing his love in front of a crowd!

Jealous!Dazai who scatters love bites in all the right places, most lingered in places that would be evident to the eye.

Jealous! Dazai who’s touch played a dangerous dance by your upper thigh, whispering all sorts of things- depending on how jealous he is he’ll either whisper sweet nothings or remind you about what’ll happen when you guys get back home.

Jealous! Dazai who may not even be able to restrain himself and pounce on you before you even set foot in the perimeter of your shared apartment.

Jealous! Dazai who makes you filled with pure ecstasy mapping your body with hickeys and possible words- suddenly stopped?

Jealous! Dazai who doesn’t even finish with you as a taste of your own medicine, that’s like rewarding a mutt after chewing your favorite shoes!

Jealous! Dazai who only mocks and teases you at your pleads and begs, letting a mock like chuckle escape his throat before leaving you to help yourself.

Stupid! You who really thought Dazai wouldn’t do anything, even if it was deliberate you didn’t think he’d do anything if this degree! How mean…

Jealous! Dazai who made it well known who’s girlfriend you were

Jealous! Dazai who cools off and peppers your face in kisses whispering reassuring words, hot breath fanning over your ear

Jealous! Dazai who’s jealousy has long diminished after you supplied him with a lifelong amount of reassuring words soaked with the utmost kindness and sincerity

NotJealous! Dazai who cuddles with you for along as you allow him to, relishing in your presence