[nolongerhooman]

"There's only one of two ways that this is gonna end, someone dies or someone gets hurt but if one of us dies I hope I die first."

• Erina, 23, she/her, ENTP, gemini, sucker for literature but sucks at writing at the same time.

• I hope I could write something in here someday, but for now, let me cherish yours!

[melliemell]

Pairing: Dazai x f!reader

Contents: NSFW, car sex (unfortunately for Kunikida), breath play, dazai levels of whining, but he always gets what he wants doesn't he, Approx. 1.5k words

“Don’t even think about it,” you breathed, grinding your hips against Dazai’s. His mouth fell open, eyes fluttering shut as a moan left his lips before it turned into a strained laugh. Dazai guided your hand to his neck. He bit at your lower lip playfully, languid thrusts drawing out your pleasure with every deep stroke. 

“Pretty please?” Dazai whispered to your ear, his lazy smile widening as your fingers grazed the bandages he always wrapped himself in. “I’ll be a real good boy about it.”

“You’ve been anything but for the last half-hour,” you retorted. “I’ll think about it.”

Dazai pouted, his trademark gaze of innocence returning. He knew how to get what he wanted; even if it required you to play this game of fetch every time. Instead, you ground your hips down, enjoying the friction of him bottoming out in you.

The parking lot was empty this late, keeping your undertakings pleasantly obscured under the roof of your car. 

You weren’t meant to be here, precisely. 

Nor Kunikida’s car– it was supposed to be back hours ago. But then again Dazai was ever the opportunist; why waste a perfectly good vehicle when you’ve already used it the whole day to spy on a client? Might as well give yourself a treat for a job well done.

Dazai brushed your hair to the side, teeth sinking into your soft skin. You couldn’t move much, your hips straddling Dazai’s and the steering wheel digging into your back with his every thrust. He was keeping you in place, not giving much of any opportunity even as you wriggled and panted against his lips. 

Postponing your orgasm was becoming somewhat of a speciality of his, especially with how grumpy it got you the longer he played around. That was what he wanted, more often than not. Predicting your actions was easy, and knowing how far to push to reach your breaking point–

easier.

Then he might get what he wanted. 

Your hands drew him closer, your focus waning as the pressure built up again. You weren’t going to let Dazai ruin this one too. Maybe it counted as giving in or perhaps you felt like you were taking control this time, but…

Delicate fingers trailed around Dazai’s neck, making him shudder the moment he realised what you were up to. He wanted it, of course. As much as it annoyed you how desperate he would get only to have your hands wrap around his throat, the pressure building with every second.

You knew he liked the thrill of it. The suicidal maniac in him was ecstatic–playing with life like that. You on the other hand felt your worry building every time he so much as looked at you with that pleading gaze. It was only a play, no real harm behind it.

Plenty of people were into breath play, and yet…it felt different. 

It scared you, sometimes—just a bit.

“Change of heart?” Dazai’s eyes were hooded. He looked beautiful like this, flush all the way down his chest. His hand trailed up your thigh, gripping tightly.

“We make a deal?” you asked, arching forward. He was easy to bargain with, like this. “I do this, and you give me the best orgasm I’ve ever had? No half-assing here, Osamu.”

Dazai fluttered his lashes and his grin turned vicious. “I do as you please, oh great beauty of mine.” And you could only blink your eyes closed, hands wrapped around his neck in preparation.

Dazai raised you up suddenly, his cock slipping out of you.

“Wh-at?” you asked, grabbing into his shoulders for balance. 

“I’m a fast worker, what can I say?” Dazai smirked. 

His hand went to your entrance, drawing slow steady drags of his fingers against your wet pussy lips. The moment his fingers entered you, a shudder crawled up your spine. 

You weren’t sure where he was going with this. His fingers made quick work, moving within your walls and twisting to your sweet spot often enough to make you dizzy. You almost forgot what you were meant to do with your hands.

“Fuck,” you said, trying to force your attention back into focus. 

Dazai was looking at you, enjoying every second of it. 

A few more strokes and his hand pulled away, only for his cock to enter you again, sudden and filling. Your thighs clenched around him, breath coming ragged. The fingers now covered in your wetness went to skilfully move over your clit, thumb rocking back and forth in time with Dazai’s every thrust.

You had to remind yourself to breathe, eyes back to Dazai’s face. He was watching you, head thrown back as a smirk tilted his lips. You could have been a sight to see for all you knew.

But that didn’t bother you.

You reached up, tracing his jawline with both hands before going lower. Dazai’s whole focus was on you, every detail engraving itself in his mind as you wrapped your hands around his neck. 

Such delicate work under these circumstances wasn’t ideal. You felt Dazai try to swallow under your hands, the pressure barely there to distract him. But he knew this was only a warmup. It takes time for you to ease into it; this wasn’t the first time you were hesitant to do this.

Dazai’s cheeks reddened. Slowly, ever so slowly, your pressure increased, and you marvelled at the way Dazai moaned weakly from the sensation of literary being suffocated. 

Dazai’s eyes fluttered shut, head thrown back as his hold on you waist tightened.

He was beautiful like this, so vulnerable and entirely at your mercy. 

You tried to regulate, watching his every twitch and grunt for the air he lacked. You were bringing him to the brink only to relax just enough to get his bearings back together. 

Your legs were trembling from the strain, seeing as Dazai’s trust became sporadic, trying to force out as much of his strength into fucking you. Your lower belly tingled with your release which was steadily building up. 

Dazai’s thumb didn’t stop, his hand going down to your entrance to gather more of your wetness before coming back to stroke at your clit. You could barely breathe at this point.

Dazai looked at you, choked sounds falling from his open mouth even as his upper teeth bit into his lip. He was having the time of his life.

“Good boy.” You smiled, diving for a kiss as your hands squeezed firmer, swallowing Dazai’s whine as your tongue trailed inside his mouth. Saliva trickled down his chin, making him a bigger mess with every second.

You felt his legs spasm, the tension increasing. Your pussy clenched around him, just the way he liked before he was near.

You held him, not letting go even as his belly fluttered, twitching with every strain to push his orgasm forward. You forced him into the seat, Dazai’s neck bared prettily as you hovered over him, the sound of your kissing filling the air almost as much as his rapid trusts as he struggled to reach you. 

“Come on, pretty boy. I’ve got you,” you panted against Dazai’s lips.

Pleasure seeped in, not suddenly this time, but a steady buildup of more more more–and you were cumming, cunt fluttering around his cock enough to force Dazai’s eyes open, staring wide at the rooftop as a pitiful moan vibrated right from his chest. You felt his cock twitch inside you a moment later, his spent shooting inside you, warm and thick.

You only loosened your hold on him when you were sure he was coming down from the high. Dazai’s head lolled to the side, eyes still closed as he breathed hard between coughs for air. He looked utterly exhausted, his face pale with overstrain. He barely had the strength to move, let alone slip out of you. 

Not that you could help, flopping against his chest to breathe in his musky scent. The air around you was hot, almost foggy. Like in those sappy romance movies where the couple run away to their car to finally have some alone time.

Except this one wasn’t yours.

You pulled yourself back, reaching with a groan for your phone. 

“Whatcha doin’?” Dazai asked, kissing at your shoulder. He looked so pretty as he blinked at you, face serene. 

“Looking for a nearby car wash,” you said, forcing your eyes to the screen. 

A silence before Dazai’s hearty laugh filled the space. You looked at him, eyebrow raised. 

“Were you expecting something else?” 

“Not in the slightest,” Dazai said, clearing a tear from his eye. He still smiled when he said, “Kunikida sure has a great friend in you.”

“In both of us.” You leaned in for a quick peck. “Seeing as we’ll be splitting the bill.”

Dazai groaned but it didn’t sound as sincere as he would’ve liked. He pulled you in close, pouting all the while as you pretended not to notice him. He got his way this time around, it’s not like he had much to complain about. 

[crazybiscuit]

Siren Song

Pairing: PM!Osamu Dazai x PM!Reader Summary: Dazai was used to seducing women and throwing them away when he no longer needed him. He never expected he'd be the one on the receiving end... Warnings: MDNI, smut, angst, unrequited love, toxic relationship, reader has siren abilities, mentions of murder and mafia business Word Count:  2442 Credits: @saradika-graphics thank you for the divider! A/N: Sorry guys, I was too drunk to finish writing this last night since I played a drinking game with my friends while watching Twilight. I am not a lightweight and we drank champagne, so I hope this gives an idea of how bad the movie was (it's still a guilty pleasure though). Also, I’m AroAce so my intention isn't to depict aromatic people as manipulative pricks. This is just depicting a toxic relationship between two people, in which one of the members happens to be in the community. Anyways, enjoy!

Relationships between coworkers were never a good idea. Especially when one of the parties involved was an executive and the other a lower level member of the Port Mafia. However, Dazai supposed this didn’t really classify as a proper relationship anyways. It was purely physical.

And he had to remind himself of that fact every time he would find himself pinning you down in your bed, trying his best to ignore the emotions building up in his chest with each sweet gasp of his name falling from your lips.

Dazai wasn’t a stranger to casual sex, if anything, he considered himself an expert at using people’s feelings for him to have a fun night. What he wasn’t used to was someone flipping the script on him and that was exactly the situation he found himself in when he first met you.

At first, he’d simply pursued you to piss off Chuuya (who like most other members developed a small crush on you due to your ability) and as a challenge for himself to see if he could seduce a siren. He should’ve quit the game he started the moment he managed to steal a kiss from you. No… Actually, he shouldn’t have even started because the moment he got a taste of you, he couldn’t stop.

Your ability didn’t work on him, so he had no clue what made him eagerly push you against his desk as he tugged your hair or pressed you in the small corner of the supply closet, hands wrapped around your throat to keep you quiet. Maybe it had something to do with your face or body. He’d often seen your true face each time he touched you, nullifying the illusion spell that you’d cast, and he wouldn’t deny you were pretty. But he found many women easy on the eyes and never felt the urge to pathetically whimper out their names as he clung onto them desperately for release.

Dazai had finally come to the conclusion that his love for you likely was a cruel joke from the universe. Anything he would never want to lose was always lost. It was something he had learned early on in life and as he grew older, it began to hold more truth than he’d like. His feelings were stubborn, however, and he couldn’t help but find himself alone with you too often.

Tonight, you had finished a mission on Mori’s personal orders and you got home in the early hours of the morning, long before the sunrise. You weren’t disturbed or surprised when you noticed your door open ajar. You didn’t even reach for your pistol as you entered, instead, kicking your heels off and addressing the man you knew was here, “Back again?”

Dazai’s dark eyes remained on the revealing dress adorning your figure, mildly irritated with himself for feeling jealous of the man you murdered last night. He knew Mori had only assigned you to this case to spite the executive and he hated to admit the punishment was working, “How was the mission?”

“Fine,” you stated dryly as you removed the gun tied around your thigh, along with the empty vial of poison, not caring of the man’s stare, “A little too easy if you ask me.”

Dazai looked away for a split second, staring into his glass of whiskey before finishing it swiftly, “Hurry up and shower. I’ll be waiting in bed.”

You rolled your eyes but made no attempt to disobey him as you walked to your bathroom. You didn’t bother to shut the door, fully aware of the wandering eyes on you as you slowly undressed and turned on the hot water.

By the time you entered your bedroom in your bathrobe, you found the brunette sitting on your bed, flipping through one of your catalogs, “You should consider buying me a new nightgown or lingerie one of these days.”

Your comment was obviously meant to be playful but even with the laugh falling from his lips, you can tell it doesn’t reach his eyes, “I don’t really like the idea of clothes I bought ending up on the floor of a stranger.”

You paused as you dried your hair, lowering the towel slightly. You weren’t stupid, you had obviously noticed the subtle differences in his behavior since your first meeting. You had noticed his strange insistence on assigning you to missions that had nothing to do with him when he first realized his feelings. This flipped when he couldn’t help himself by visiting your apartment at least once a week and he began recruiting you for his own missions, which caught the attention of quite a few members.

Not only that, but his behavior and expressions had also shifted enough for you to notice he had developed feelings inappropriate for your arrangement, “If I didn’t know better, I’d assume you were jealous, Dazai.”

“Trust me, I’m not,” you both knew the truth but pretended to be oblivious. It was easier that way…

You dropped the towel on your chair and made your way towards your bed and you felt the urge to remind him of your relationship, “That’s good… I wouldn’t want to give you the wrong idea.”

The comment stung a little but the man effortlessly shrugged it off as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down next to him. You could already tell what he wanted and you closed your eyes before he even pulled you close enough to kiss. This caused him to groan in mild frustration, seeing how unaffected you were with these encounters but he quickly pushed the feeling away as he began to push the emerald-colored silk off your shoulders.

“You shouldn’t be taking direct orders from Mori, you’re my subordinate.”

You stared at him stunned for a second and bursted out into laughter, “Do you realize how crazy you sound? You aren't the boss… At least not yet.”

“I don’t care,” he mumbled against your collarbone as your nightgown finally fell down to your waist, exposing your bare body. 

You dismissed the comment, tilting your head back slightly for the brunette. His hands were wrapped around your waist and your own ran through his dark curls, “What do you want tonight?”

“Shouldn’t you know that already, mind reader.”

You let out an annoyed sigh as he ruined the mood. You weren’t even going to indulge him with an answer since you both knew your mind manipulation ability didn’t work on him, “Quit being snarky and let’s get to the point.”

His jaw clenched, a small frown making its way to his face but he stayed put, his hair tickling your neck as he began trailing kisses up your throat. Your fingers found their way to the ends of his eye bandage and you carefully untied it as he began marking your skin. Another sign that he was more comfortable with you than he’d like to admit. The gauze fell down when he pulled away for a few seconds.

“How was the mission? You didn’t give much details,” you sighed, his lips on your pulse. You could tell this conversation wasn’t sparked out of mere curiosity.

“The usual. I was sent to clean up after…,” you hesitated slightly. You assumed Mori hadn’t given him details of your assignment and you weren’t about to throw Akutagawa under the bus, “A member failed to kill a witness during a raid: a politician. Luckily, they’re always easy to manipulate.”

“I bet they are,” you gasped as he suddenly pressed you into the mattress, clearly not wanting to hear anymore. He expertly unbuttoned his suit jacket and tossed it on your floor, leaning down to taste your lips. You were quick to reciprocate the gesture as your fingers loosened his tie, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

He eventually pulled away, both of you breathing heavily, and the rest of his clothes soon found themselves on the hardwood floor, alongside your nightgown. His bandages also found their way off his body, a rare occurrence even when it came to sex (or any interaction for that matter).

You sat up, pushing him back a little as you reached into your drawer. He knew the protocol, despite being on birth control, you asked him to wear a condom for safety. He didn’t mind obviously, he was used to this. What really stung was seeing the various different brands and sizes, reminding him that he was just like all of your other playthings. He wasn’t special and he interpreted it as a lack of trust on your part. Obviously, he was known for sleeping around but if you cared enough, you would’ve known that he stopped that a few months into knowing you.

He didn’t vocalize his complaints, laying back down on the bed as you got on your knees in front of him. He could hear the sound of the package opening and shivered as you rolled the cold rubber onto his cock. You didn’t waste your time, your hands slowly stroking his cock as your lips gently pressed kisses against his thigh, causing him to let out a sigh, eyes closed as he relaxed further into the mattress. 

His hand found its way into your hair as you finally wrapped your lips around his tip and he groaned softly, grabbing onto your roots. He stayed fairly quiet as you bobbed your head up and down at a leisurely pace. The man could tell you were teasing him and frowned in annoyance, thrusting his hip. You let out a small gagging sound as he pressed your head further down onto him but adjusted to his length quickly, being accustomed to his impatient behavior.

He took control, fucking your mouth like a toy as you sucked his dick, face scrunched up as he focused on the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around him. It didn’t take long for him to feel himself approaching his release and you moaned onto his member, knowing he would cum soon as his thighs trembled faintly. He hissed, pushing your head as far down as he could, hitting the back of your throat as came.

You pulled away, licking the flavored lube off your fingers as you stood up to grab a towel. The lanky man stayed on his back for a while, ignoring the dreadful sensation in his gut, ashamed of how quickly he’d give into pleasure just to be near you. He sighed, removing the condom and tossing it in the bin as he waited for you, finally sitting up and leaning against the bedframe. 

Once you were back, you cleaned him off and opened your bedside drawer once more but you hesitated for a few seconds as you stare at the boxes. Dazai frowned slightly, wondering what was wrong but before he could ask, you straddled his lap much to his shock, “Wha–”

You kissed him, tongue pushing past his lips, smiling in satisfaction. It wasn’t often someone could surprise the Demon Prodigy. You briefly pulled away, looking at his stunned expression, “I figured there’s no point wasting another one.”

“You taste like bubblegum,” he remarked, unable to think of anything else to say in the moment as you aligned his tip with your cunt. If he was stupid enough, he’d assume this meant more than it actually did. You let out a small snort at his comment as you slowly sank onto him with a gasp.

 “Yeah, it’s a new brand. Like it?” you mumbled, holding back a moan at the sensation of him stretching you out.

“Don’t use them with anyone else,” he ordered without thinking, head resting against the wooden frame as you took him inside of you bare. He knew this was most likely going to be a one time thing, so he was hoping the condoms would solidify his need to prove his importance to you even if he knew it wasn’t true.

You ignored him, eyes closing as you took him balls deep, a soft moan escaping your lips at the sensation. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest, causing you to grind against him, “Fuck…”

He took a deep breath, trying to control his heart. You’d always been more vocal than him in bed but he had a feeling you mostly did it for your partners. It was the same thing he did when he hooked up with someone for information, acting in the specific way he knew they’d like.  He couldn’t deny that he found it attractive but it was yet another reminder.

His nails dug into your waist as he tried pushing aside his feelings and he began helping your set a pace to ride him. You wrapped your arms around him, head tipped back as you whimper out his name. He grasped this opportunity and kissed the top of your chest before biting into it, hoping to mark you even more. He’d always noticed the sweet taste of your skin and the pleasant smell. If it weren’t for his ability, he would’ve assumed it had something to do with your siren spell.

Your moans and whines only grew louder as Dazai picked up his pace, relishing the sensation of fucking you without protection. Honestly, his delusions were telling him that if he filled you deep enough, you would get pregnant and you’d finally be his. He clung to the stupid thought, thrusting up into your cunt, small groans muffled against your skin as he screwed his eyes shut in concentration.

You reached down for your clit as you watched him through half-lidded, sensing that your night would end soon. The brunette’s eyes snapped open in annoyance as he slapped your hand away, “The hell do you think you’re doing?”

You shivered at the cold tone of his voice, clenching around him from the sterness and you gasped out in shock as his finger tip replaced yours. It took only a few more seconds for you to slump against him, body shaking as you cried out his name. He bit his lip hard in response, feeling the tight grip of your cunt on his cock, causing him to draw blood as he pushed himself as deep as he could before cumming, filling you with his warm seed.

You both stayed entangled for a minute, catching your breath as you recovered. Unsurprisingly, you were the first to pull away, standing up and grabbing the emerald robe on the ground to cover yourself.

“Feel free to shower before you leave, Dazai,” your voice was nonchalant as you stepped out of the room to fix yourself dinner, “I’ll take mine later.”

[dissemmiart]

Beast Dazai Osamu Fan art

[teddybeartoji]

@osarina @tirasamu @fyodior @kaeyx

[urinejaeger]

not to be a pervert but imagine your fav fucking you so hard that you basically break, letting out cries as you orgasm and your hands frantically run over him as you feel your mind slip in the complete and utter euphoria? you come down but your brain is still foggy and they’re just over you, still not finished, as they’re petting your head and humming “you’re okay, shhh.. you’re okay baby, can you breathe? okay, goood… good..” and they’d slow their thrusts to ease your cries of sensitivity. you would try to focus on the color of their eyes, trembling with every movement they’d put towards you. your eyelids threatened to close. you tried so, so hard to look into their eyes, but it’s hard when yours are trying to roll back. they grin at your lack of sanity.

but not to be a pervert.

also my inbox is open.

[kitasgloves]

Zero idea if its been asked already but can you do a Dazai x innocent golden retriever gf, i just know that man has the biggest corruption kink

alright folks we're back at it again!

— ♬ NSFW

As I have stated previously in a drabble, I'd like to think DAZAI OSAMU can get sweetly sadistic with an innocent/golden retriever type of gf. He views your purity and naivety as a sweet little treat for him to feast on and devour. You have the most sparkling personality that rivals the sun. And Dazai is greedy, he likes to keep sucking in your warm innocence until you run dry.

He adores your enthusiasm and free thinking. You're like a breath of fresh air with the way you smile and cling to him. Dazai's ego inflates when you praise him for how clever and knowledgeable he is about various things. Sometimes, he'd treat you like a little kid and talk to you like you're a toddler, cooing about how you're too naive for the world.

This bitch would tease the fuck out of you. He likes to make you pout and hear you whine. He'd make fun of every little thing about you. Your massive height difference, the way you snort when you laugh, and every silly habit you have, he'd pick on it all. Dazai can get obsessive with tracking all your likes and dislikes. He probably keeps a little notebook with lists like your favorite flavors, most hated dating spots, the books you found interesting, the brands of your underwear, etc. This mf keeps track of everything and keeps receipts so it's impossible to keep a secret from him.

Speaking of secrets, Dazai knows every told and untold secret about you. He loves to get into your personal space. He wants to know what makes you laugh until you cry, what makes you blow a fuse, what makes you blush like a strawberry, and especially what makes you cry in pleasure. The brunette would gaslight himself into thinking he's not that cruel. No, he's a sweet and loving boyfriend who adores his bright girlfriend! Yep, he just wants to corrupt your innocence, it's not that cruel, right?

"Hghh—Oh—Osamu—"

"Stay still for me"

He whispers against your ear. Dazai leans back to admire your naked and sweaty figure on the bed, your hands gripping the sheets, your legs spread apart, and his limber fingers fucking deep into you. He chuckles as he watches you turn away with a flushed face as he fingerfucks your wet cunt. The squelching sound of his fingers curling in and out of your pussy filled the room. The way you were so reactive with every movement of his fingers made his pants tight.

"Look at you, sucking in my fingers like a greedy little whore"

"...I'm not—ah!"

You go crossed-eyed when he brushes against that special spot inside of you again. Dazai pulls his fingers out to hear you whimper. He's been at it for an hour now, fingerfucking you only to pull away when he can feel you coming close. Tears have been already rolling down your cheeks with how much you plead for him to make you cum already. Dazai smiles darkly as he goes to caress your breasts before delivering a sharp slap on your cunt.

You flinch and shuddered in pleasure when that delicious stinging sensation stimulates your clit. He slaps your pussy a couple of times until it turns puffy.

"Osamu, please!"

"Please what? Come on, use your words, honey"

"Please make me cum already!"

"Hmm, I don't know. Do you deserve it?"

A cruel smile spreads on your boyfriend's lips as more tears begin escaping your glassy eyes. You looked so precious and pathetic begging for him to make you cum that he almost loses his restraint. His hand goes to grab your jaw before sneering down at you.

"Does a slut like you deserve to cum?"

You sobbed and nodded frantically. He clicks his tongue.

"Answer me properly"

"Yes! Please, I'll be good!"

Fortunately, Dazai grants you mercy as he slips his fingers back inside of you again. You throw your head back and moan when he starts to rapidly finger you. Your vision goes blurry as you struggled to catch your breath with how deep and fast his skilled fingers was fucking you. The brunette watched you with unblinking eyes as he felt your juices trailing from his fingers down to his wrists. The way you clenched around his fingers as your moans went up into an octave signaled an overwhelming orgasm from you.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Osamu—"

Dazai watched breathlessly as your release crashed down on you with you gushing around his fingers. He holds his breath as you squirt immensely during your orgasm. He tries to bring out more by rubbing your clit which makes you overstimulated as your eyes rolled back. The moment you regain your vision and catch your breath, you realize that you have stained the sheets and your boyfriend is staring at you hungrily.

The next thing you knew, Dazai was hastily slipping off his pants and aligning his cock with your wet entrance. You try to push him back, telling him you're too tired for another round but he dismisses you by shoving his cock inside your cunt. Dazai's eyes almost rolled back with how tight and wet you felt. Immediately, he grabs your hips and sets a brutal pace.

"Hah—sl-slow down! Shit, I can't—"

"Shut the fuck up and take my cock like the pathetic slut you are"

He grins devilishly when you are unable to reply with how your jaw is slack and how drool is seeping down your lips. Dazai keeps aiming his cock deep until it bruises your cervix, every thrust violently rips out the oxygen from your lungs. You looked perfectly fucked out. His sweet innocent girlfriend is fucked dumb by his cock. Your hair was tangled, your cheeks were flushed, and your eyes were glassy.

Your boyfriend keeps pounding into you, mindlessly reveling in his pleasure as he used you like a fucking sex toy. Eventually, you begin to clench around him again but he decides to slow down his pace. You stare at him wide-eyed before your lip begins to wobble.

"Aww, were you going to cum again?"

Dazai teases. You hiccuped as you started to sob.

"You have to make me cum first, slut"

The brunette switches the position with him lying down and you on top of him. He was ordering you to bounce on his dick and make him cum. Eager to please him and reach your release, your steadied your thighs and began bouncing on his cock.

"Hah! Fuck, you look like you're made to bounce on my cock"

He muses. Dazai watched as your ass slapped against his thighs. The tip of his dick kept kissing the deepest part within you. He watched with wicked amusement as your thighs began to shake with every bounce as your hands desperately clawed on his stomach. You began to grow tired as you abruptly stopped making him click his tongue.

"What a pathetic cockslut. Do I have to do everything myself, hm?"

"Please, Osamu, I can't—"

Suddenly, Dazai thrusts his hips upwards making you squeal and throw your head back. His hands fiercely grab your wrists as he continues to thrust upward into you. He laughs at how absolutely cockdrunk you were letting him use you. Sooner, Dazai's thrusts began to go sloppy as he gritted his teeth.

"Shit, gonna cum! You better take all of it like the cumslut you are"

With every moment the tip of Dazai's cock abuses your cervix, it brings you close to your peak. His grip on your wrists tightened and with a couple of hard thrusts, his seed spills inside of you. Your orgasm followed next as your eyes rolled back and your thighs quivered. You collapsed on top of Dazai as you tried to catch your breath. The exhaustion consumes you though as you fluttered your eyes shut.

"Looks like my cute little slut got tired"

Dazai brushes your hair back and pulls his cock out, he could see his excess cum dribbling out of your cunt as his eyes glimmered in delight. All he could think about as he watched you sleep was more ways to make you cry and beg for him to make you cum again.

[yomeiu]

[literatureloverx]

Mdni, ideal type! fem!reader x Dazai Osamu, VERY LONG AND DETAILED, platonic relationships such as: Odasaku, Atsushi, Kunikida, Chuuya and Sigma are briefly mentioned, Yandere behaviour, unhealthy behaviour, psychological disorders and suicide/double suicide mentioned.

DAZAI’S MASTERLIST => HERE

I enjoyed writing for Dazai very much, he has a big place in my heart.🩵 I received a request regarding PM!Dazai’s ideal type as well, I’ll post it in a few days.🩵

Dazai’s ideal type

Dazai is a complex and enigmatic figure, who can be described as a romantic—though not in the conventional sense of actively seeking love and connection.

Instead, he romanticizes the idea of meaningful connections. What does this mean?

Dazai is known to suffer from depression and harbors a deep desire to end his life.

However, he doesn’t wish to do so alone. He fantasizes about dying with a “beautiful woman” in a double suicide, which is inherently romantic.

This desire echoes tragic love stories like Romeo and Juliet or Cleopatra and Mark Antony, where love and death are intertwined.

This suggests that Dazai may deeply fantasize about love and being loved—perhaps even yearning for someone who loves him so much that she would sacrifice her life for him.

But why would someone wish for a double suicide in the first place?

Dazai sees no purpose in life, a perspective not commonly shared by others.

This makes it likely that his ideal partner would be someone who not only values life but is also grateful for what she has—because Dazai is only truly comfortable when he is surrounded by such people as Atsushi, Kunikida, Chuuya (debatable), and even Sigma.

He needs to learn this perspective to find his own meaning in life.

She would possess a sweet, positive spirit but would still be able to fully grasp Dazai’s bleak outlook, his feelings, and his philosophy—or the lack thereof.

Dazai might be drawn to a partner who is calm, patient, and nurturing.

Given his often childish behavior, it’s possible that he never had the chance to experience love in a normal, healthy way during his childhood.

We know little about his upbringing, but it’s clear he lacks any emotional connection or attachment to his parents.

Dazai is deeply wounded, depressed, and feels empty—though the reasons remain unclear.

The only person Dazai has truly loved, and who loved him in return, seems to be Odasaku.

So what makes Odasaku so special? What traits does he possess that Dazai might seek in a partner?

Odasaku was always calm and patient with him, seeing through Dazai’s lifeless eyes and empty heart.

He recognized Dazai's pain, suggesting that “someone needs to rip that pain out of this child’s chest.”

What if Dazai's ideal partner is someone who embodies these comforting and meaningful qualities, loving him unconditionally?

I believe this to be the ultimate solution to many aspects that trouble Dazai.

Teenage Dazai, in particular, strikes me as more of a “puppy” than the “cat” he becomes as an adult—craving affection and warmth.

He needed someone who cared for him, and that someone was Odasaku. His partner should be able to do the same.

Dazai might love a calm partner who can handle his antics but also sees through them without violating his comfort zone or coping mechanisms.

She would understand his inner darkness but wouldn’t fear it—instead, she would embrace it with a loving demeanor.

She would be confident, but in a strangely shy and quiet way.

She would be someone who is at peace with herself, someone who is inspirational to others.

She would accept him as he is and believe in him, helping him to become the best version of himself.

This is why Dazai is so fond of Atsushi.

Atsushi is empathetic, having suffered himself, and he embraces Dazai with unconditional love.

If Dazai were to meet a woman who could offer the same understanding and compassion, it’s hard to see why he wouldn’t be saved.

Dazai feels responsible for Atsushi, and it gives his life a certain meaning he doesn’t truly grasp yet.

If he felt the same responsibility for someone much closer to his heart—his lover—it would have a profoundly positive effect on him.

Regarding physical traits, Dazai doesn’t seem overly concerned with them.

However, he has expressed a preference for “beautiful” women, as seen in his desire to commit double suicide with one.

While physical beauty might not be his top priority, he likely appreciates aesthetically pleasing women.

Dazai claims to like all women, but I can imagine him being drawn to a feminine, quiet, and insightful young woman.

This woman would possess an innate ability to sense others’ emotions and motivations, her sensitive and calm nature allowing her to do so effortlessly.

She would be observant, with her beauty often leading others, including Dazai, to underestimate her at first.

And yet, it would be as if she could read his mind and heart—something deeply uncomfortable for someone as guarded and inflexible with his own vulnerability as Dazai.

Interestingly, some of these traits might also make her an ideal partner for Fyodor.

However, while Dazai and Fyodor are alike in some aspects, they differ in others.

Fyodor’s ideal type might align with Dazai’s, but with less submissiveness and more approachability.

Does it ring? The drama that might approach?

Let me summarize: In terms of personality, Dazai has a soft spot for empathetic and loving people.

Therefore, he would undoubtedly adore a darling who is very empathetic, sensitive, and kind.

I don’t see him having a specific preference for body type—short, tall, curvy, or skinny; it doesn’t matter to him.

He will always find a way to appreciate your body in every sense, as this is simply part of who Dazai is. You shouldn’t be surprised by that.

I can see Dazai taking a liking to long hair (similar to Fyodor), as it emphasizes femininity.

He might particularly favor wavy or curly hair because it gives a more approachable, sweet, and innocent appearance compared to straight or short hair.

This style implies youth and an ethereal quality, which aligns perfectly with Dazai’s romanticism.

Skin color, as well as hair and eye color, wouldn’t matter to him at all.

In his mind, he would view you, his love, as aesthetically ethereal and one of a kind.

Your features would be etched into the canvas of his mind's eye, surrounded by fitting backgrounds and colors.

With you, he would find solace, love, and acceptance, as well as the meaning in life he has been desperately searching for.

You don’t need to match his intellect or mastermind abilities; he cherishes those around him who don’t possess these qualities, and he doesn’t look down on them.

What he needs is someone empathetic enough (like Oda [ in his case platonically]) to love him unconditionally and sincerely, without judging him—someone who would guide him to the light without expecting anything unnatural or selfish in return.

However, his darling would need to be mentally strong and willing to share his burdens.

This is difficult to do and would only work with true, pure love, which is why Dazai needs someone who loves him unconditionally.

I don’t see Dazai manipulating his darling because he doesn’t manipulate or control the people he cherishes. Instead, he trusts them.

This would be the case with his darling as well. He would trust her, and this trust would be a choice that greatly benefits his well-being.

You would need to bring brightness to his life—love, warmth, connection, and compassion—balancing out his dark inner world.

He would be astonished when he realizes how deeply you love him without being manipulated, how pure your feelings are, and how you seem to see his soul and accept him as he is (much like Fyodor).

Your dedication to helping him improve, because you see the light and potential in him, would touch him deeply.

To you, he is human, and you wish to help him see that too. He loves you for it, so, so much.

Once Dazai recognizes this, he would never, ever let you go.

He might fear losing you or worry that you deserve better, but he would be too selfish to let you be with anyone else.

This would make him fiercely protective of you, even as he tries to maintain his enigmatic self, playing it off with his usual clinginess.

But of course, you would see right through this and reassure him that you’ll always be there for him, protecting him from anyone and anything else, even from himself.

In return, he would protect you, love you, and obsess over you—affectionately.🩵

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[zaerxa]

That setting sun 🌇

[osaevsky-deactivated20240811]

content warnings: porn without plot, set pre-entrance exam in mind but not explicitly tbh, fem bodied reader & explicit sexual content (very brief nipple play, penetration), use of the nickname 'angel' once, implied substance usage and sex under the substance from both parties so dubcon, very brief aftercare.

note: i had a very specific idea in mind but it didn't work out so i guess i'm just posting this instead until i can actually write what i had in mind first. ignore how ooc dazai is since i haven't written in ages.

word count: 2.7k.

Dazai can’t put his finger on why his hands feel tense so suddenly. Only his knuckles are twitching without his will, looking desperately to hold onto something, while he finds himself unable to move his wrist, let alone the rest of his hands, besides that annoying twitch in his digits. There’s a tingly sensation creeping up his throat that threatens to make him cough. 

He can’t bring himself to do that, he thinks, but he ends up turning his head to the side, coughing loudly into his elbow as he bends his forearm up to his face. The effort of his reflexes brings another sound out of him, something that could pass as disgust, his eyes half-closing as he considers if it’s a good idea to keep up. 

Dazai notices a gentle pull and some fingers gripping the side of his arm, bringing his arm away from his mouth. He picks up on your other hand, now occupied with tracing circles above his chest, and the fabric of his shirt and tie around his neck suddenly feels constricting.The gestures are so gentle that they make the bridge of his nose scrunch up, something in his mind telling him to step away. He can’t find the strength to do it, either.

Dazai feels nauseous, like the surrounding room is about to spin. His feet stumble, but you’re quick to grab his waist. Another wave of nausea fills him up, and he doesn’t know whether to cough again or run up to the bathroom. He can’t bring himself to do it; he thinks once more. The disappointment at the idea is bigger than the tension in his muscles, preventing him from moving properly.He likes to believe you’re not catching up. That you’re just there to spend the night with him like usual—he’s not sure which pills you had popped in you or if you had even smoked to begin with. 

Dazai wants to hold onto that idea so badly, but he isn’t stupid. Even when your pupils are so dilated, he knows you can tell the signs of his overall malaise.The way your fingers dig into his waist is a telltale sign. Digging into his sides, wanting to stop his fumbling but at the same time, pulling him towards you, like you’re not afraid of the possibility of him having to leave you alone to run away and throw up into the bathroom at any given point.It's more like you’re ignoring it than not being afraid. 

There’s a slight gesture that you’re mimicking from him: the subtle scrunch of your nose when he’s most vulnerable. That shows just how much you’re actually paying attention to the moments where his skin looks more pale under the dim light or the moment where he feels like he’s about to gag, his lips pressing tightly one against the other in a fine line, eyes closed shut in momentary desperation. 

There, he sees that subtle scrunch, and a sour laugh breaks through the awkwardness, both from you and from him, a soft apology escaping his lips. 

You’re unhurried, which adds to his curiosity about what you had taken hours prior to this meeting. He can’t even call it a date, can’t he? He wishes he could, though.

The sight of your hands being the ones to guide him towards his own bed is a blunt strike to his ego, but he follows nonetheless.You’re not asking him any questions about what he has taken that has him looking like he just got the flu: some beads of sweat dripping down his skin, his bangs sticking to his forehead, and dark under eyes accompanying him. He knows how your brain works by now; he must surely be more preoccupied with finding the buckle of his belt than taking care of his well-being. 

But he gets surprised, receiving a metaphorical slap on the face when you cup his cheeks and kiss him softly.It might not be a direct question, but surely it is a way of checking up on him. He follows suit, his lips molding against yours. The pressure he applies is met with a gentle push of your hands that manages to break the kiss, which he respects. Before he approaches your body once more, his hands, now more loose from their previous tension, get to meet your waist lazily, his lips kissing you with a feather-like touch, barely feeling your skin against his own.He earns a giggle when you both pull away, a sound that rings loudly in his ears. He doesn’t want to grimace. 

The sound is lovely and sweet, but his eardrums are sensitive after feeling his blood pumping for the longest time under the substance.Dazai tilts his head down to watch you take a seat on the edge of his bed. Your fingers are hooked under his belt, pulling him between your spread thighs, and his feet are only taking one small step to reach you, which he appreciates as it avoids embarrassing stumbles.

Your movements are swift; the practice that it took you now to not tremble under his excruciating gaze seems to have given its results. He wants to help you out, but he’s met with a glare before he can even reach the buckle. So he lets you finish, pulling the leather out of the hoops on his pants.He doesn’t have time to register the sound of the metal hitting the floor before you’re pulling him by the collar—a tug that seems rather impatient, which makes something rumble in his throat: a laugh? Maybe. More so a groan of desperation to get rid of his clothes for once.

He aims for your lips with a clumsy look that he only makes up for with the expertise he recalls once he manages to crush his lips against yours, ignoring all the failed attempts and kissing your jaw or your cupid’s bow in the process. Dazai swipes his tongue into your mouth as he presses his thumb into your chin, coaxing it open, but you’re already begging for it to happen before he can even graze your skin with the pad of his finger, parting your lips in a silent request for him to go further.

Dazai indulges in your needs immediately, finding your tongue and entangling them both in a searing kiss, his hand cupping your jaw to tilt your head in the position he wants you to be in. Your hands continue to tug at his collar, fumbling with his tie and grasping at his shoulders in desperation, to which he only presses his body harder against yours.In reality, he’s not really pressing. 

He’s just letting his weight fall on top of yours, but he thinks it’s already okay since a muffled gasp erupts from your mouth right into his own. He didn’t think it would be that easy to surprise you.But he’s the one to be surprised when you finally manage to pull his tie away, opening the first buttons of his white shirt. 

He’s surprised at the fact that you managed to find a way to do it, considering your own state of mind and his lack of cooperation in taking them off, even when he feels them stick to his skin, as he is far more focused on kissing you and getting used to the feeling before it gets ripped away from his lips.He knows it's about to happen, but a grunt leaves his throat anyway when you pull back, breaking the kiss, pushing the tie and his shirt to one side, and exposing his torso to you. 

Not only that, but he would be far more self-conscious by that point if it weren’t for that look on your face, a mixture of appreciation and something he can’t describe yet. It must be the bandages, but you’re already used to them—seeing them, feeling them, even changing. The vulnerability that seeps in momentarily is enough for him to take the reins on what clothes are taken off after. He’s not about to waste this moment away, so his hands get to work on opening up your own pants, enough to pull them down past your thighs, before your own legs wiggle out of them, throwing them to the floor with the rest of the discarded items.

His fingers open some buttons with more patience than he is usually used to. Maybe he’s putting more effort into you than with other people; you would never know. His eyes are trained on them opening up until they expose the skin of your chest and your stomach, and his fingers find a short path through the opening to remove your bra.Dazai would be prone to ripping every part of your clothing if that didn’t mean getting a scolding look from you, which he isn’t totally up for at the moment. If he were sober, he would have brushed it off with a witty comment and a playful smile on his face. 

Right now, he just wants to crush his lips on yours again and avoid any unnecessary waste of time.His lips wrap around one of your nipples, his tongue gently swirling around the bud, while his fingertips get hooked under the waistband of your underwear, but he only manages to push them down to your calves. The sounds of your moans and soft gasps reach his ears rather late, mostly when he has already pulled away, a soft and wet ‘pop’ echoing around as he unlatches his mouth.

Dazai looks down, watching your ankles get rid of the last piece of clothing that clung to your hips, his knee finding its purpose in pushing your thighs apart. There’s no actual prep besides his fingers gently spreading your folds apart, pushing one and then another, and scissoring them gently before he’s settling in between your thighs. 

He lets you be the one to open up the button of his pants and slide the zipper down, letting you get the final gesture in the whole ordeal, as if he were actually offering himself up to you at that moment alone.

Your hands are secure in those last moments where you push his pants past his hip bones, along with the top of his boxers, only exposing his cock and not going further than that. And he’s quick to find himself aligning with your hole, rubbing the tip along your folds, gathering some slick.He’s not sure if you’re the one gasping or if he is, but he can already tell the subtle shift of your hips underneath his body. 

His arm flexes as he holds himself up on top of you, nails digging into the pillow, while the other pushes himself inside you, earning a hiss at the initial stretch. Dazai shushes you with kisses, once again aiming for your lips but landing on other places, like your jaw, the corner of your mouth, or even the tip of your nose, finding you laughing breathlessly at his attempts rather than shooting a glare at him. 

He’s thankful for that, and he's even more thankful when you do the job for him. He’s so thankful to find you wrapping your arms around his waist, one hand sneaking up on his back, settling on his nape, pushing his head down, and finally getting to your lips.The sudden contact pulls out a throaty groan from him as well as an impatient thrust as he buries himself deeper into you, muffling your cry with his lips and holding you close with his free hand, letting it tangle between your locks. 

He excuses the tug with soft pecks over your features, placing his lips over your closed eyelids and watching a pair of tears gather in the corners of your eyes.The softest ‘angel’ goes past his lips. He’s flushing, and so are you. He’s blaming his scrambled mind on it, already cursing himself for doing it, but the guilt disappears when you mumble a 's'okay'- in the same, soft murmur of his. Likewise, he doesn’t know if he regrets the pet name or causing you pain, and he doesn’t know if you apologize for either of those. His heart clenches in his chest, and his brown locks tickle your skin the moment he hides into the slope of your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your form.

You’re not one to refuse sudden acts of affection, even if they're meant only for this night and no other. Your legs find his hips, wrapping your thighs around him, keeping him close, not allowing him to pull out much when his hips push back from your body, only to thrust into you and get that momentary satisfaction that he’s doing something right.It’s so slow, so deep—he almost seems scared to do something that would hurt you once again, the sight of your earlier tears still bringing him a sense of worry. He’s suppressing it, or trying to do so, when your nails claw at his nape, when they dig in between his shoulder blades, desperate for more support, only drifting lower and lower, till they dig into his lower back, accompanying his movements as he rocks into you.

He’s moaning, and doesn’t realize it until he sees your expression. Blissful, with parted lips, and hair tousled around the bed, is in that moment that he begins to moan every time you push your hips back against him, gingerly sharing the delicate moment with him but still asking for more. Dazai’s hips falter the moment your walls start to flutter around him more and more, how you’re practically sucking him in, and not just in the way your blunt nails are scraping at his lower back, pushing him into you with something akin to impatience, so close to your release, yet he just doesn’t want to give it to you yet, so occupied in watching your expression grow more and more fucked out with each thrust he gives you.

He’s still slow, but going much harder into you, the sound of his hips pushing into your own growing louder as seconds pass between the two of you. He’s moaning into your ear, biting the shell, and tugging at your lobe with his teeth. You’re writhing in his grasp, fingers faltering against his skin in favor of avoiding drawing blood with your nails digging too hard into his flesh.

A not-so-subtle flush covers the apples of his cheeks as he realizes how fast he is racing his orgasm, cumming in you with an awkward attempt to pull out once you reach your own orgasm. That only brings a gasp which you mimic when you feel his cum reach your folds and part of your inner thighs. And then you’re laughing.

It’s such and unexpected sound that he doesn’t get to understand it, pouting in confusion when you decide to cup his cheeks and kiss his lips, giving him an apologetic look when he knows he should be the one giving it to you instead. But you’re the one to do it, laughing at the moment and finding him endearing, from the way you look up at him to the way you hold his face between your warm palms.

He moves out of bed with lazy movements, leaving you behind before he walks in again with a cloth in hand. The sheets can wait for tomorrow, he tells you, already assuming you won’t be there next morning for him to see and deal with the mess all alone. You help him out by spreading your thighs, making his movements careful as he brushes the fabric along your folds and inner thighs.

Dazai leaves it to rest on the nightstand right next to the bed once he finishes, now mostly unsure of himself on how to crawl back to you. He sighs gently when he sees the silent offer you make when you open your arms, making a grabby motion with one of your hands.His head is falling straight onto your chest, his lips finding the crook of your neck to grumble something he hopes you can’t decipher. 

He can’t deal with the embarrassment of knowing you could hear the sweet nothing's he’s whispering against your skin, and by the time he’s overthinking that fact alone, your grip around his body already loosens up, being his clue that you’re fast asleep.

Dazai shifts his head to look up at you, his eyelids heavy and a short flutter of his eyelashes, both in curiosity and wonder, as he watches you for a short moment. He can’t help the little ‘love you’ that slips past his lips, not guilty of knowing you can’t hear him. He prefers that, as he slowly rests his head back onto your chest. 

[shinsophrenic]

men who are just an absolute pain in the ass...

they're always stirring up some trouble. whether that be starting some drama between people or simply annoying people because they find it "funny"

or just straight up annoying YOU. their so-called "girlfriend". no matter what it seems like he'll never stop teasing you. he's always reminding you about the embarrassing time you tripped and fell in front of everybody at the grocery store, or the time you accidentally spat in him while talking super fast.

he's not only annoying. no. he's the most cocky and cunning bastard you've ever met in your whole life. seriously what guy whispers the most horny and lewd sentences into your ear, and then proceed to wear the most naive and innocent face ever. oh how you want to slap that stupid shit eating grin right off his face!

"remember last night when you were crying for my cock to fill you up? you looked so dumb begging f'me like that sweetheart... seriously"

"when we get home, I'm going to rip that skirt in half. you'd like that wouldn't you? you like it whenever I treat you like a worthless sexdoll, hm?"

and when you get home it's not a different story either. you're bent over the kitchen counter, the skirt being lifted up because you're boyfriend couldn't bother to at least take it off.

below you lay the new panties you just bought. not even a week ago. they're ripped in half all because your boyfriend couldn't spare another second to ease his angry erection. he doesn't care. why should he? he could always get you some new ones, he'll even help you pick them out

your hands are gripping the countertop tightly, holding on for dear life as the rapid feeling of skin slapping follows suit. your legs feel numb and your mind is gummylike, no thoughts. only the feeling of a pulsating cock being slammed in and out of you.

your boyfriend is behind you, groaning like a bitch in heat. he's so loud you wonder if the neighbors ever complain about him. hes whimpering out your name alongside many curses. you should really scold him for having such a potty mouth.

but why should you, he tugs on your hair just perfectly, making you look directly into his eyes. they're half lidded and look so pussy drunk and his mouth slightly agape. you'd hate to admit it but he looks so good all desperate and needy like this.

as your daydream slowly ends the reality of life hits you when you start to actually listen what your boyfriend's been rambling about. "fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck baby... shit im gonna fill ya up okay? shit keep looking at me like that pretty girl..." he cries.

"wait!- no don't!-" but it's too late. one last thrust and warm silky strings of cum shoot throughout your body, your boyfriends hips shaking as he fills you up.

"whoops!" he mutters from behind you.

that son of a bitch.

GOJO, geto, toji, SERO, bakugo, denki, dabi, HAWKS, DAZAI, eren, + any of ur favs!!

[cheriiyaya-archived-deactivated]

EVERY TIME I SEE YOU SMILE, THATS ALL ME !

FEATURING: D.OSAMU + FEM!READER

after a little instant that brewed petty jealousy in your lover, you try to make it up to him.

CW: fluff, petty dazai, jealously, kissing, needy dazai lol,

A/N: not the other fic (again :<) but i promise to get it out soon !! i hope u guys enjoy this in the mean time <33

"osamu, what's wrong?" you inquired, peering over at dazai as he laid on his side on your shared bed, wrapped up in and hoarding the entire blanket. you sat down beside him and nudged him gently. he'd been like this since the two of you got back from an event the agency was invited to, answering you with either some obscure gesture or nothing at all.

at first you thought he just drank too much, but when you both arrived back home it became increasingly aware that dazai was fully sober and, to your confusion, irked over something. something that seemed to do with you, as even now as you got ready for bed he still avoided you when usually dazai would be all over you, saying he can't sleep without you.

you shook dazai again. you heard a soft whine in response as he shifted, turning his head to look over at you, brows furrowed and bottom lip jutted out in a childish pout.

"who was he?" you tilted you head at the question, a small frown tugging at your lips.

"who?" you weren't sure who dazai was talking about, you hadn't recalled anyone who he could possibly be talking about.

dazai huffed, his pout growing more pronounced. "you know who I'm talking about!! that stupid guy you were talking to alllll night. the one you ignored me for, remember?" he grumbled as he turned back onto his side, back facing you as he wrapped the blankets back around him.

oh. you'd been talking with a man earlier during the event, nothing more than light chatter about your respective professions and whatnot, but you didn't expect dazai to be this upset over nothing.

you shook your head, leaning down to placing a soft kiss against his cheek. "osamu, it was nothing more than small talk."

"small talk that lasted for like an hour, you didn't even acknowledge me!!" dazai whined and while you know he was being petty for the sake of it, he sounded so heartbroken it hurt a bit.

"osamu, I didn't ignore you-"

dazai turned back to face you, nose crinkled in disgust. "yes you did!! you were soooo interested in whatever that guy was saying you didn't even notice me!!" he pouted, brown eyes glaring up at you. "you might as well have kissed him while you were at it..."

you groaned a bit. so this is what it was about.

"osamu, are you jealous because I paid a little more attention to some guy, who's name I don't even know, than you for an hour?" you huffed, lips curling up in amusement as dazai stayed silently pouting.

you tapped his cheek again, trying to coax him to talk. "c'mon, I'm sorry if you felt like i wasn't paying attention to you okay? i was just interested in what he was saying"

"more interested than with me?" he mumbled, facing you again, expression softened as he stared up at you with big eyes, although still pouting a bit. he nudged your nose with his, hands settling on your hips and pulling you on top of him.

you hummed and settled on him, leaning down till your chest was pressed against his, hands cupping dazai's face and knees planted on either side of his waist, sinking into the mattress.

"of course not, osamu. nothing's more important than you." dazai let out a pleased hum at your words, eyes softening and his pout curling into a smile as you began peppering his face with kisses.

"hmm, I'm really that important, 'bella?" dazai giggled, thick lashes brushing against your skin as his eyes fluttered closed amongst your gentle attention.

you tilted his face up, brushing your lips down his jaw and back to his lips. "of course you are." you mumbled against his lips as you kissed him gently. deft hands snaked around your figure, slinking under your shirt to rest on the curve of your waist as dazai rubbed gentle circles against your skin as you kissed him.

when you finally pulled away dazai let a little noise leave him, nipping gently at your bottom lip as he sought the benign comfort of simple intimacy with you.

"your worth everything osamu. but you won't be soon enough if you don't stop hogging the blanket." you chuckled, resting your head under his chin, kissing the little bit of exposed skin on his neck.

fair, he supposed.

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[maru557]

[lanlishiba]

Pm dazai.. me thinks....

[pleucas]

happy dazai day everyone ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[dolcuries-deactivated20240719]

꒰. ི ༏  ྀ͡꒱ 00 : 24 lazy day . ꣖ ft. dazai, chuuya ꣓

૮ ྀི ◞ ◟ ა . notes : fem! reader, fluff, wc, proofread. my first post on here ehhejsjsjsjjsauajjaja enjoy!

꣖ dazai osamu ꣓ — you and dazai never really got your own alone time; he was always out with the agency or plotting something you never understood. or it would be the other way around; you would be busy with work, out with friends, etc. of course, the times you and he got to sit together in peace were your most treasured moments.

you ran your fingers through his soft, fluffy hair, the feeling resembling what a five-year-old would think touching the clouds would be like.

dazai felt fuzzy, the warm feeling still being something he’s yet to grow accustomed to. your long fingernails scratching just the right places on his scalp, allowing his brain to calm, the thousands of thoughts running through his head like a bullet train coming to an abrupt stop.

the the sound of your soft humming and the sound of the fan at the highest speed per your request filling his ears.

dazai could stay here forever, laying on your soft thighs, like all the world's weight had been lifted off his shoulders. his past—being just that—simply the past. no memories haunted him, no matter how badly he tried to convince himself, he simply didn’t care. a half-empty wine bottle stood lonely by the bedside, a glass filled with the liquid as you swirled it with your free hand.

the light sound of the wine splashing around with every movement of the glass softly overlapping along with all the other sounds.

as he thought about it, he never really took in his surroundings like this, at least not while noticing the beauty of tiny things like this.

“i love you,” you softly murmured, the movement of your fingers on his scalp slowing down as you placed the glass of wine down. your breathing slowing down, your hand no longer massaging his scalp. “noo, don’t stop,” he whined as he grabbed your wrist and placed your hand on his head again, no regard for the fact you were mere seconds away from dozing off.

“okay,” you said beneath your breath, moving your hand repeatedly in the same circular motion on his head.

“i love you too,” he smiled, slowly dozing off himself.

(every time you stop scratching his head because you're falling asleep, he will wake up again and force you to continue scratching his head.)

꣖ chuuya nakahara ꣓ — you could barely carry your weight anymore, completely worn out from your day at work. of course, what made the whole thing even worse was that you wouldn’t even get to cuddle with chuuya because, by the time he got home, you’d be dead asleep.

yet you were surprised to walk into a dimly lit living room with your lover sitting on the couch, a bored and uninterested look on his face.

you never felt so relieved to see his face. it was a rare occurrence to see him home at this hour, especially when he was always so busy with his work. he opened his arms, and you wasted no time before you quickly rushed to his warm and comforting embrace, finally letting out a deep breath, your heart calming.

you nuzzled your head on the crook of his neck, his hand rubbing up and down your neck as you ignored every other thing that brought you back to reality—that wasn’t him.

his intertwined his fingers with yours, holding onto your hand tightly. “shit day?” he asked, as you lazily nodded. “my boss sucks,” you mumbled, pulling away and finally looking him in the eyes. “i can take care of that for you,” he smiled, storming his hand through your hair.

you loved moments like these, when the two of you weren’t vulnerable, especially chuuya, who wasn’t really like this, ever.

the way i got so lazy lmao

[lumiraette]

black void wet pathetic cat ❤️🖤🐈‍⬛