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「 introduction 」 ♡ — brief about ♡ — brief guidelines 「 writing features 」 ♡ — bungo stray dogs masterlist 「 tags 」 ♡ — tags will be added as i write !! 「 recent writings 」 ♡ — early morning talk ( dazai x f!reader ) ♡ — ranpo w/ baker hcs s/o ♡ — dazai as a dad hcs
don't fret, i'm still here ! just needed a lil break but i should be posting more content this week !
i wanna write a oneshot with dad!dazai !! something about him taking his lil one to get some ice cream and showing them off sparks something in me & especially being pleased on how well kunikida and his toddler get on so well , , , like despite the crap that dazai gives kunikida, he'd probably trust him the most to look after his child
prologue.
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Emptiness. A white hot flash of pain. Then, nothingness once more.
A hollow feeling resonated within your chest, growing heavier with each pulse of your heart.
Has it always been this way?
You couldn't remember, not anymore. All your memories, and even those that didn't belong to you felt muddled, the last bits of dirt and grime washed down the drain. Yet simultaneously, a new unrelenting wave of new memories, ones that you didn’t even recognize, were flooding in, overriding any sense of familiarity
A child’s scream. A gunshot. A blinding pain. All as unclear as the sun cloaked behind a thick layer of clouds. With each passing moment, the feeling spreads throughout your body, rapidly increasing its speed. Your limbs feel heavy, dragging you down through the dense canvas of fog, plummeting rapidly to whatever lied below
Deeper,
Deeper,
Deeper.
And then, you awoke.
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posting some content tonight or tomorrow ! sorry for a lack of updates , my job has been very busy !!
working on some domestic hcs with dazai 😋 writing headcanons is so much fun for him & i really enjoy writing the softer aspects of his character
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man, seeing all of these talented writers and fantastic works makes me so happy but at the same time very conscious of my writing lol
if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.
so much TToTT
single dad dazai taking his child to visit the graves of their other parent & odasaku yeah that's angst enough
i want to write angst.
send in a 🍓 and a character and i'll respond with very specific things i would do with them <3
title. kiss me more fandom. bungou stray dogs pairing. osamu dazai x f! reader rating. teen ( mentions of nudity & implications of sex ) word count. 2k ( small oneshot ) about. dazai gives his lover a kiss in the morning & leaves her wanting more
The molten gold of the sun’s rays have long pierced the gentle pink of the dawn and now it is a sky painted gently orange and pale fuschia that greets her vision. Her habit of encroaching upon her lover’s side of the bed guides her to the revelation that his side is barren of his presence and long has grown cool from the lack of his body. Nevertheless does she usher her face within the soft fluffiness of his pillows for his scent of ever discreet vanilla and fresh linen lingers in memory upon his most favored spot of rest. Indulgence of his scent is what grants her the second most comfort within the trappings of mornings — for it is all too typical that her beloved has long made his departure for his work before she arises out of bed.
“Good morning, my belladonna. Are you searching for me?” Ever smooth words that are tinted with the softest of teases are emergences from behind her body — most alike sweetly smelling honey against a cool surface. It is the furthest thing from a requirement to twist herself from her position for the heat of hovering fingers above her skin barren of clothing is the indication of his presence at the side of their shared bed.
“Osamu. . .” His name is but the merest of whispers about her lips and remaining half claimed by sleep though she does make a turn of her head so that her gaze may fall upon the once more present lover. Well clothed within his beige coat and dark vest as well as his bandages always in accompaniment upon his arms and lacing upon the long gracefulness of his neck.
“”I was hoping not to wake you after such an. . . Entertaining night.” A smile that speaks merely of his teasing and not at all an apology of genuine feeling for the worship he had painted all along her body. Areas of her skin remain ever pleasurably bruised and it is with amused fondness in which he recalls her inability to rise from their bed on shaking legs after another session entangled between the sheets. “But it appears that I have failed in that particular task.” A brush of his fingers upon her back left cool to the world and not at all hidden by the sheets in accompaniment to his words.
“At least give me a kiss if you’re going to leave.”
“Oh? Is that what my princess requires of me this morning?” His words are teasing brushes against the delicateness of her ear, his lips ever lush against skin in their trail along her cheek to their most desired destination of her lips. “I am only too happy to oblige such a request.” More words of tease to flutter against her cheek before trailing along the soft curve and grasping her lips between his own. Her giggles are ever fluttering tickles against his lips, her lithe fingers curling into the fluffy tresses of his dark hair so that he may be kept ever close to her. No longer is his vision of wine brown visible, his eyes shuttering to a close as he allows an indulgence of this kiss though it may mean a few moments of tardiness to his work.
All is worth it for her.
“If you’re attempting to trick me into staying home with a kiss. . .” Words of amusement return the tickles, lips so delicately brushing across her own and his tongue just the briefest tease upon her mouth. “It certainly would work.” Only when he reluctantly parts himself from the sweetness of her lips does his gaze reveal itself once more, intertwined with both amusement and touches of sincerity that are never granted to anyone else. “But alas, I have little time for such tricks. . . No matter how beautiful a woman you may be.”
“Your loss then.” The formation of a pout upon kiss bruised lips merely draws a laugh from him and he gifts a quick brush of his fingers upon the cure of her cheek. Though her annoyance has urged her in refusal of his affection with a forceful pull of her body away from him and a retreat into the warmth of the cloudy sheets. However, her attempt into displaying her annoyance merely guides her into another problem as the sheet drifts from her chest in revelation of skin that is now barren of clothing and any other thing to disguise her body.
“Certainly it is.” Heat is quick to rush into her features with the gaze of her love now in focus upon the new revelation of her barren chest — a sight that has crossed his vision many times before. A smile ever cheeky in its nature now pinches his lips and steps are taken towards the door of the bedroom, an indication that he really must depart for the agency. “See you later, belladonna! I cannot wait to see all of you!”
The pillow is but a mere second from striking his head.
“Damn you, Osamu. Always making me want more.”
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A dress patterned with strawberries, softly pink in its coloring, and frilled unlike any other dress that has graced her vision (though Dazai has long made mention of his fondness for such frills and lacy items). The sleeves teasingly fall from her shoulders, granting a tempting sight when he first lays his eyes upon her that afternoon and the frills of it touching ever so lightly against her thighs. A curiosity lingers within the depths of her mind if he’ll take enjoyment of the slight bow tied upon the front — a simple pull of the bow and the would slide from her body.
All too flimsy and very pretty without quality but just what she requires in her tease of him. All because she desires another kiss.
A surprise within the confines of his office is the least likely of her possibilities — she is very much of the preference not to draw the anger of one certain Fukuzawa Yukichi. (And his coworkers provide very little reason for distractions as well). Perhaps a visitation to the Café Uzumaki should be well within her arrangements — her own visage within the bounds of the little café are the furthest from uncommon (though most typically is her face shown when Dazai has involved himself within the most peculiar of situations. From lacking payment to his tab to serving as his escort when need be).
Certainly a surprise at the café would be an event most pleasant for her love.
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The afternoon sun is alike a blanket of warmth that has wrapped itself about her shoulders, the sweet summer's breeze soft against herskin. A day most perfect for her excursion, with skies of azure dotted by the fluffiness of pale clouds, and a heat that is most comfortable but never rising to a temperature of discomfort. She has taken much enjoyment of how the sun kisses her skin because of how her dress leaves her shoulders bare of clothing, nearly alike the certain warm kisses of a devoted lover. A lover whose visage is to be painted with the pleasure of a most lovely surprise.
“_____________-san!” It is the most youthful call of her name that has come to seek her attention. A tilting of her gaze is a vision of a face most familiar to her with choppy silver hair streaked with a singular black strand. Eyes colored magenta descending to a certain pale green blink in a rapid manner once the boy has arrived at her position. Without the company of any other. “Fancy meeting you here! It’s been a really long time!”
“Far too long.” Gentled words spoken with agreement, fingers granting a ruffling to the silver tresses of the boy. Genuine affection is held for the both who has come under Dazai’s tutelage.
“Are you gonna eat with us?” Already hope is well imbued within those magenta stained green eyes, his own fingers coming to be intertwined within her own. Most obviously it is a gesture for her to trail along the path he takes. “You should eat with us! Dazai would be super happy!”
“Oh? Would he now?” A raising of an eyebrow speaks of her interest, amusement playing upon her lipstick painted lips. “Perhaps I should take you up on that offer.” “Oh? Really?! That’s awesome! Let’s go!”
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“We thought you had fallen down the stairs, Atsushi-kun! Don’t worry us—” Words are drawn to a conclusion upon his gaze sweeping beyond Atsushi and upon the companion he seems to have drawn from the air. Little notice is taken of Atsushi sliding into the booth at the side of Kunikida, his gaze long captured by his love enshrouded within a dress patterned with strawberries and softly pink like the dawn’s sky. There is difficulty found in his ability to swallow, two of his bandaged fingers curling into the collar of his shirt. He knows little of what paints his features though he feels the rush of heat flooding into his cheeks and surely the background giggles of Atsushi do not give any indication that his cheeks aren’t dusted with scarlet.
“Cat got your tongue, Osamu?” Each word is a tease that parts her lips, expression touched with the teasing mischievousness of the morning. The briefest of greetings is given to Kunikida through a nod of her head, though her gaze never takes its departure from the shock worn expression of her lover. With ease she takes her spot within the booth next to him and there is not a centimeter in separation between them with the brush of her thigh against his own.
“Belladonna!” An exclamation of genuine warmth upon his recovery from his shock stricken expression and without a moment in hesitation are his arms entangled about her body. One arm taking possession of her shoulders and the other arm upon her torso so that she may be pulled into the warmth of his embrace. “You look so wonderful!”
“You like the dress?” A question entirely teasing in nature for she holds all the awareness in the world that Dazai absolutely adores the selection of the dress just for him.
“Of course! You look so beautiful that I want to die with you!” Any continuation of his sentence is put at a stop with a push of her fingers against his lips. Following with a blinking of his eyes and his own lithe fingers wrapping about her wrist so that he may press a series of gently teasing kisses against her skin. “But truly, I do think you look exquisite.”
“I knew it would work.” A murmur between the breaths she takes so that no other may catch onto her words. Gently does she raise her head so that she may catch sight of his expression, her amusement a clear mask upon her own features. “But I think you should repay me for taking time out of my day to pay me a visit.”
“Oh! Anything!” There is a lightening of his eyes with excitement in reply to her words. Silence soon engulfs the space afterwards in his wait to hear of his love’s request for repayment. Not even the slightest amount of reluctance to be searched within his words.
“Finish up that kiss this morning, will you?” Whispers are brushing against his cheek, not a care given to those who happen to take view of the couple within the booth. Though it is not as if Dazai always recalls discretion in moments of expressing love and adoration for his beloved.
“So. . . You came out here just for a kiss?” A musing upon his lips, his fingers taking up their place beneath her chin so that he may tip her visage upwards. His chuckle is laced with the amusement of the situation and the ever dwelling desire that she always manages to draw from him. “I suppose I cannot refuse my beloved belladonna such a request.” Not a second comes to pass when his lips touches hers once more, first an ever breezy tease before smoothly deepening and in continuation of the kiss that they had shared with one another earlier. An indulgence of the taste of his coffee stained lips and the briefest hints of shortcake — ever intoxicating and adoring.
Just as she would only have it.
Moments of their lips interlocked with one another does Dazai only part when breath is a necessity, though his fingers remain grasping upon her shoulder so that she remains tucked against him. This time it is amusement that graces his lips though there is an interruption before a word could be given to her.
“Dazai, ___________. Please don’t let your kissing ruin our schedule today.”
already over a hundred notes on a few of my posts & i've only been here a couple of weeks !! thank you for all of the support ! love you all & love writing for you ! ♡
thank you for writting the headcannons i suggested!!
i loved it, you're amazing! 💕
ah of course !! i really had fun writing those headcanons && i am so happy that you enjoyed reading them !!
it was a really fun prompt to write headcanons for & perhaps i may turn it into a drabble or oneshot if there's enough interest ♡
saw ur looking for headcannons, what about dazai leaving hickeys and marks over his s/o's neck over jealousy in the agency? possesive dazai is so *chef kiss*
ahh i may have gotten a lil carried away with these and went off on a couple of tangents , , , but i really did enjoy writing these hcs ! i do enjoy the idea of possessive dazai and how both subtle and dramatic he could be !
♡ His beloved partner would merely be sitting there all pretty and dolled up just for him (and knowing that his coworkers would leave them alone. They should already know who they are with, that it is Dazai who they love). And there would be no problems at first as they are left to their own devices and helping about when they’re able to (typically they do not accompany Dazai to work but lately he’s been a touch more clingy than usual and he insisted on their day off that they tag along with im that day and how he has gotten permission for them to come. Eventually did they agree after seeing the pout of his face and teasing to push them over the edge). So there they were at the agency, helping when necessary and keeping to themselves (though they are good friends with everyone already, so it truly is no concern), Dazai coming around and lavishing affection upon them when he has the chance.
♡ No problem arises until a new client enters the agency and immediately their sight is set upon his beloved, almost forgetting the first thing they came into the agency for. The client would mistake them for one of the agency’s secretaries and immediately begin asking questions in addition to lightly flirting with his partner (which will become a huge mistake on their part). And near immediately are Dazai’s senses on high alert on hearing the light flirtations the client is flattering his partner with and the fact that they seem to be returning such lightheartedness in the slightest (even if it is to be polite). He’d soon put an end to that, one of his bandaged arms draped languidly across their shoulders, another hand chastely but ever teasing placed against their thigh — a silent warning that they belong to them as he casually inquires into the needs of the client.
♡ He’s not about to allow his lover to leave his side with such a nosy client and so while they are speaking with the client over their request, his lover is practically glued at his side, his hand having crept even further upon their thigh. Dazai is ever discreet and subtle in the display of his possessiveness of his lover, one look of his wine stained eyes and the client is shaking within their own clothing. They would have to stop their flirations with his partner if they valued their dignity (and all of this went unsaid directly, with Dazai playing the part of a charming detective of the Agency). His lover is a bit clueless as to what is going on, because they only have eyes for their lover and did not really think about the flirations of the client, but certainly they don’t mind the sudden attention lavished on them. Rather they adore it and even subtlety move themselves closer against him, teasing and truly unaware of how possessive he can be.
♡ He’s already half tempted to drag his beloved into a closet and paint the beauty of their skin with markings that bear his signature, both their lips and skin swollen with his demanding, possessive kisses and little nibbling. However, he’s required to be on that mission with the ever annoying client and with Kunikida accompanying him, there is no way for him to escape from this assignment much to his chagrin. For the moment does he lovingly kiss his beloved as a form of goodbye before quickly dropping his lips to the soft crook of their neck, his eyes never parting from the gaze of the client, as to assert his possessiveness and the fact that his beloved belongs to him. He’ll stay like that until his lover gives a little yelp, their face heated with what he had just done, and sweetly says his farewell to him (though his eyes are dark with possessiveness and a threatening aura towards the client). Certainly he will be scolded by Kunikida for such behavior, but he does not care at all, because it means his lover is asserted as his.
♡ All the while he is on his mission and tending to the needs of the client, his thoughts are filled with his lover and reflects over how possessive he can become with them. Though he hardly finds a problem in his behavior, because he simply does want to protect them and make sure that people know that they are his and that they are not to be messed with. He recalls with fondness how he’s already left his mark upon them for the client and the agency to see, with their kiss swollen lips and skin touched with a most obvious hickey. And throughout the duration of the mission does he ever subtlety threaten the client (out of the sight of Kunikida of course) with a variety of different threats because even now is he willing to get his hands dirty and the client would be earning themselves a threat if they don’t leave his partner alone. Perhaps Dazai does follow through on his threat after the mission is said and done, all to ensure that his partner is left alone. Perhaps he also sabateouges a couple things on the mission, however he does nothing to directly harm the mission, because truly he doesn’t want to get the agency in trouble.
♡ Although he very much trusts each member of the agency and his partner intimately, his feathers are still pretty ruffled when he’s finished. So when he sees his partner talking and laughing along with Ranpo over some subject or another, the possessiveness is revived in an instant. It’s a straight beeline for his partner the moment he walks into the agency again and while he may wear his typical ‘cheery’ expression, there’s a certain dark aura about him that speaks of danger and his possessiveness, and Ranpo soon backs away with a laugh (I could definitely see Ranpo acting like that just to mess with Dazai and be a pain). Only a few sweet words are exchanged and they don’t even get to give him a kiss when he’s pulling them into an empty room with him. At this point in time he doesn’t give a damn if they hear or see, because let them hear the two of them! Let them know who his partner belongs to.
♡ He’s acting upon his previous idea of marking them up and as soon as they are behind that closed door, does he have them pressed up against a wall and hands tugging at their clothing so that he may pepper their skin with kisses and little nibbles. He is sure to take his sweet time in his teasing of them, feverish words pressed against their exposed skin as he runs his hands teasingly down their body. Constant reminders that they are his and his alone and that seeing them in such scenes earlier had driven him absolutely crazy and now the world just has to know who they belong with. Lips trail song their neck gently and teasing before transitioning into nibbles and love bites about the skin, relishing how they squirm underneath him and their moans just from his kisses and teeth grazing their skin. He’s relentless in his pursuit, leaving not a single inch of the skin of their neck unadorned, his teeth ever savoring the sweet flavor of them and sucking upon them until utterly swollen with his affections. Dazai is only satisfied when they are painted all with hues of purple and red and their gaze is half lidded with pleasure and lust (he promises them if they’re good, they’ll finish at home).
♡ They’ll spend the rest of the day casually on his lap where no trouble could be found and in full display of the agency to see their pretty little self adorned with the hickeys and bruises of his teasing bites and kisses. He’d so thoroughly devour them that they’d barely be able to string together a couple of sentences, eyes flicking downwards because they’re so thoroughly ravished and exhausted. Dazai dismisses it with a cheery smile though and claims that they’re just tired and cheerfully announces he couldn’t wait until to go home to share a nap with them. Though even beneath his lighthearted expression there still lingers that danger of his possessiveness that seems to ward off anyone and reminding them without words that his partner is all his.
