(the title doesn’t really apply that much to this (yet?) this is very much inspired from ultraviolence by lana del rey! i also want to clarify that i do not condone any forms of abuse. this is purely fiction. DEAD DOVE)
osamu dazai x f!reader
You knew he was a violent man. From the way he pulled your hair and would kick your ribs when you made a flimsy mistake, or slap you so hard your head would jolt to the side and small irritated red dots would form on your cheek.
So why did you like him? Why were you so convinced that you needed this man in your life? Convinced that you needed his praise, his eyes on you whether they were filled with disgust or the tiniest glint of approval.
That man was Osamu Dazai. Infamous for being cruel and a so called demon prodigy at his young age. You were sixteen while he was seventeen, for only being one age below him— it felt like he was years above you. Maybe it was his authority that made you think he was older than he really was.
You tried to tell yourself that he did care about you. That this was all just tough love, and he just wanted to see you harness your ability to its greatest potential. Even if that meant sacrificing loads of (your) blood everyday!
Unfortunately for you, that was never the case. Although you did want to ask him that question. See if he cared or had some sort of interest in you beyond mentoring.
Because embarrassingly enough, you had a crush on the guy.
Your “mentor.”
Your abuser.
Buttt, of course, you never got the chance to. A year later you were told that dazai left the port mafia; following some lower ranked guys death. (i’m sorry oda ily)
You felt a bit bitter after that day. not only did he betray the mafia, you felt as if… he betrayed you as well. He didn’t leave a note or even come up to you to tell you he wouldn’t be your mentor anymore.
He just up and left.
Now it’s been a couple years.
Early twenties, the both of you.
Yet on different sides.
Dazai appears to have changed, atleast that’s what you’ve heard from the grapevine in the port mafia.
But do you want to see him again? Try to reconcile?
Or would you rather hold on to that ever so painful grudge. The anger that you feel. The way you wish to punch his own jaw, kick his ribs, make him feel the pain you once felt from him.
“Ah, [Name]! How good to see you,”
You look up at the sudden enthusiasm before you.
Brown hair, brown eyes, bandages and a beige trenchcoat.
Hello, Osamu Dazai.
so do i turn this into a series or something . . .
nikolai is extremely into gun play so yes he is keeping a gun to your head as he rubs his cock against your pussy. he enjoys watching the utter fear in your eyes as they widen; your heart bumping through your chest.
with a scoff, nikolai lets out a huff before finally speaking, “you look so scared yet you’re extremely wet,” he said with that teasing tone of his.
“won’t pull the trigger,” nikolai says with a mumble that almost sounded like he was trying to comfort you even as he presses the barrel deeper into your temple. maybe if you weren't so terrified of him you would like the tone of his voice.
(dilf) nanami hates when you’re being overly sassy and rude because it always ends one way.
with poor old nanami ending up having to shove your mouth down his thick veiny cock— one hand in your hand and the other resting on your cheek— occasionally he’ll squeeze your nose shut and let you gag on his large length.
nanami grunts.
“i told you- to relax back there,” he hums— holding back a groan at your nasty tongue doing its job on his shaft.
“but you wouldn’t listen mh? had to be a brat. had to act like i don’t treat my baby well,”
oh yeah. he was mad. sort of.
you look back up at him with glossy eyes— spit and cum dripping down your chin and all the way down to your breasts like a common whore. your hair and makeup all messy, mascara all over your eyes from sweat and your lipstick smudged on both corners of your lips.
then suddenly— knocking you out of your hazy state was a loud slap to your cheek. but even as the initial shock wore off, you didn’t seem to care, even as your cheek turned a bright shade of red and your lips burned from the rigorous movement up and down nanami’s cock, you didn’t care. you wanted this from him in the first place, and you were finally getting it.
nanami’s gaze narrowed down at you. keeping your head all the way down- letting you choke for a moment before letting you come up for a quick gasp- then he shoved your head back down again.
the only way to get naoya to shut the fuck up about his bs is to force him onto the bed and peg him until he’s crying mommy
“hm? whadid you say?? too much?” you tease- your nails digging into his waist, leaving red crescent moon shaped marks in his skin. your silicone cock stretches him deeply— pounding his insides until he was all gushy and used.
“ghh— can’t,” naoya groaned into the pillow he was currently drooling on.
“gnaa cumm- cummingpsjcbdb…”
and again, naoya’s overly sensitive cock erupts— white ropes of cum squirting onto the dirty sheets.
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