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19 ♡ she/her ♡ femzai enthusiast

[rosezai]

you can find me at pinkrosettes on ao3, i likely won't import my fics because reformatting them gives me a headache. dazai x reader fics coming soon trust🤞

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[berrieees]

Finished reading ”I Kissed Shara Wheeler” by Casey McQuiston today and can someone please turn this into a tv-series in the style of Heartstoper I’d watch the hell out of that

[cranberrycrane]

The pomegranate symbolism but soukoku 🗣

[osamusghxst]

as much as i love possessive Dazai with all my heart, i love possessive reader even more👀 Maybe a little TOO possessive that they would show-off that Dazai is theirs

hmm, i do believe that dazai wants mutual obsession and devotion, so to find out his partner is just as obsessed with and possessive of him would be his own personal heaven. someone to fend off all the people he has zero interest in that attempt flirting with him in front of you? please, he couldn’t have asked for anything better. someone who is super clingy when out in public, basically a human backpack? absolutely, hang onto him for dear life while you wear that scary scowl. someone who isn’t afraid to give him kisses and gaze at him like he put the stars in the sky in public? he usually has to work for all that attention, and you’re just giving it to him for free!

you tend to go a little overboard though, pinning him under you at home and assaulting his neck and chest with very dark purple and red hickies on his skin. it may be a territory thing, but it’s also such a treat to listen to his pretty moans and whimpers from each spot you mark for hours on end. he never tells you to stop nor pushes you off, because “it’s about time someone started staking their claim on me” — he has a few on his pelvis too that he admires in the mirror ;)

it’s such a shame he wears those bandages, how else is everyone supposed to know that he’s yours now :( i mean, aside from the ones that are visible near his jaw and behind his ear. but that’s not enough! neither is the bracelet you got for him that you beg him to wear everyday, or the necklace he never takes off, or the clothes you buy him so when anyone asks where he got it, he just says “my partner picked it out for me”. you need something else to prove he’s yours and only yours and you won’t let anyone take him away from you!

until you can figure it out, you will continue to ogle and admire and swoon over your pretty boyfriend — whether he’s 10 feet across the room or 10 centimeters from your face. you’ll leave lots of colorful bruises on his skin in meticulous places he can’t cover up. you’ll cling to him and ask him twenty million times a day if he loves you. and then you’ll take dazai into a small corner or alley in public to sloppily makeout with him and try clawing up his body into his skin since all you’ve thought about was him because what else is there ever to think about? <3

- ghxst

[rosezai]

can we get more femzai x reader writings please i am so obsessed with the way you write 🥹🥹

Ahh thank you so much! It makes me so happy when people compliment my writing and I'm glad you're enjoying it. I'm dealing with some family stuff rn and haven't had the time nor energy to write, but I definitely want to post more femzai in the near future!

[laceybambi]

🧸 ‿‿　DAZAI OSAMU　. . .

FRAGRANTICA TREND

[osamusghxst]

hmo ghost! Seven minutes in heaven with dazai x reader. Dazai teases them until they snap, and kiss him then they makeout. But the rest of the ada can see their lipstick or even smell the reader perfume on him. 👀👀👀

SEVEN MINUTES.ᐟ.ᐟ

⌯⌲ hehe~

"We're adults, why aren't you acting like it?" You grumble, crammed in the supply closet with Dazai while he wears his usual, infuriating but somehow attractive smug grin. His head tilts, leaning against the shelf with his arms folded, and eyes you up and down.

"Forgive me for wanting to take advantage of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," his voice is nearing a seductive lilt, one you have heard him trying to use on you and other women countless times. "I'm trapped here with nothing to do while waiting for someone to rescue us, and honestly, bella, that color is stunning on you." He suddenly compliments, his eyes sharpening as he gazes at you in the dim light. "And is that a new perfume I smell? It's far too sweet to be on you." You roll your eyes, sighing heavily at the circumstance, and begin shrugging off your blazer due to the strange heatwave coursing through those small four walls.

"I can't believe you forgot the keys," you mumble, ignoring his attempts at riling you up, and dart your eyes literally anywhere else.

"Maybe it's fate finally allowing us some alone time," he croons, but he doesn't make any moves toward you.

"That would require me to want to be alone with you," you quip, beginning to recount the stacks of unopened printer paper. If I'm stuck in here, I might as well double check my work. The pen you withdraw from your pocket scribbles along the initially forgotten clipboard, doing your best to pretend like he hadn't followed you in there at the start of the entire ordeal. He stares at the back of your head, contemplating all the different ways he could entertain himself with annoying you, getting lost in the swirl of your perfume that mixes well with your shampoo and soap, luring him closer to the brink of insanity.

"Most women would be absolutely clamoring for this exact chance," he goes on, boastful, arrogant, raking his fingers through his hair. "What is it about me that makes you hate me so much, hm?"

"Well, for starters, that first comment isn't exactly a normal thing to say," you point out, rummaging through boxes of staples. "And I don't hate you, I just think the way you treat me and other women is abysmally atrocious. You think you're hot shit 'cause girls go a little crazy over you like some J-Pop idol?" Your fingers toss some hair over your shoulder, jotting a few more numbers down. "You're attractive, sure, but this is definitely not a scenario I dreamed about." He stands there, stunned into silence, staring at your back mildly wide-eyed, and he shouldn't necessarily be surprised by the insults but damn.

He recoups just barely, enough time to come up with some retorts: "You think I'm hot enough to be a J-Pop idol? Bella, that's the sweetest thing you have ever said to me." He bats his lashes, waiting for you to whirl around and glare at him with a light sneer, his cockiness starting to get to you. "Have you ever wanted to kiss a star, baby?" You blink at him once, an elongated silence between you two, him waiting with that permanent smirk while your lips are parted. After another few seconds of quiet, you burst out laughing in his face, watching it drop in an instant.

"You're no star!"

His eyes, now a deep shade of brown, almost matching the shadows looming in the corners, narrow as he does his best not to visibly glare at you, but you've become quite the challenge to catch. His luring tactics haven't been working, and it's aggravating. He's tried just about everything, and he thought he had worn you down by now but maybe locking you in a closet with him might have been a bit overboard.

He sighs inwardly then checks his phone, seeing the time, and he suddenly pitches his voice to be a bit more dramatic. "We only have a few minutes left in heaven, is this really how we want to spend it? Fighting and arguing and hating each other?" Eyes roll again, lightly shaking your head.

"Dazai, I literally told you I don't hate you!"

"Oh? I'm not convinced."

"I don't have to convince you of anything! You're just making stuff up on your own because you're some delusional weirdo!"

"I am not a delusional weirdo! You have done everything in your power to show you can't stand me," he has taken a few steps closer toward you, gently poking a finger at your chest. Your eyebrows knit together, giving him an incredulous look as he is proving right now that he is being one hundred percent delusional.

"All I do is ignore your flirting! Otherwise, I talk to you, I hang out with you, I work with you! God, I haven't even killed you yet for getting us locked in here!" You groan, smacking his hand away and starting to get in his face.

"Yeah? Prove it," he taunts, and you're too enraged to understand what he had planned from the beginning.

"Prove what?!"

"Prove you don't hate me," he states simply with a shrug of his shoulders, looking down at you with a hidden expectance in those eyes that you can't ever seem to escape. You scoff, aghast, mind reeling and unaware of what you could possibly do to prove to him you don't, in fact, hate him like he is absurdly claiming.

"You want proof?" You huff, both hands grasping at his shirt collar in tight fists, and you are too infuriated to see the twinkle passing through each iris as he waits impatiently for you. "Fine, I'll prove it!" You use all the strength you have to yank him down to your level, pulling him close to smash your painted lips on his, holding onto him in a vice grip, his eyes already closed and palms cupping either side of your jaw - primarily for balance. He hums into your mouth, keeping you as close as he can, and this is enough of a victory lap for him without cheering in your face.

All too soon, you pull away, chest slightly heaving as you look at him, shaking your head. "You piss me off so much."

"Yeah, tell me about it later," he rushes out, voice rasped, not wanting to waste any more time as his mouth meshed with yours again, and stumbles into your body that makes your back hit the shelves. Your fingers fumble their way up into his hair, wanting him closer but also wanting to push him away, your mouth having a mind of its own despite what your brain is trying to tell you what to do. He grips your hips, teeth gnashing with one another, before completely shoving his tongue down your throat, something he has been dying to do ever since he laid eyes on you.

A small squeak pushes out at the sudden intrusion, and it hits you at that same moment you're at work, but he's just so good at using his tongue to caress yours and fondle the rest of your mouth to a point of melting into the floor. You hum softly, using one hand on his chest to attempt pushing him off of your body, but that only seems to make him anchor to you more, biting down gently on your bottom lip, and it's going to absolutely suck to stop this.

"D-Dazai, wait-" you breathe, catching his attention enough for his lids to crack open at look at you, dazed, and eventually lets you go. "We're... We're trapped in the supply closet." You remind, yourself more than him, but your lips find his neck, traces of your lipstick being left behind on his bandages and up behind his ear, and his lashes flutter when his eye roll back at the sensation.

"I can keep you quiet," he mutters without thinking, lost in the haze of you, and that is enough to draw you out of whatever spell he put you under to look up at him. His mouth, gauze, and neck is covered in smeared deep red, and your cheeks flush at the condition you left him in. "Something wrong?" He asks, clearly not in his right mind.

"N-No," you clear your throat. "We should probably get some help." You try taking a step back, to put some distance, but he only follows you.

"I can get us out," his fingers slip in his coat pocket then pulls out the key, showing it off to you, and you stare at it for a long, silent moment, before gliding your irritated gaze toward his. Suddenly, you don't feel bad that he looks like he left a discounted whore house. "May I have one more kiss first?"

"No," you answer immediately, almost cutting him off, and sending his pouting ass toward the door to get you two out. It's getting insanely hot, and you need to pee. Once he pushes it open, you're racing off to the nearest restroom, and he's sauntering his way back to the office to take a seat at his desk.

However, Dazai has seemed to have forgotten you were wearing earlier. And you two were missing for quite some time, without notifying anyone for needing assistance. And you didn't tell him he was covered in pretty kiss marks. As well as the waft of your perfume following him when he walks by Kunikida and Atsushi to sit down.

There are a lot of eyes on him, the room silent, staring at the mess he is. Atsushi notices first that his pupils are bigger than normal; Kunikida notices his hair a disheveled mess mopped on his head; Ranpo is staring at the obvious, no witty remarks to be had; Kyouka can smell the recognizable scent of your perfume, but Atsushi is subtly shaking his head when he sees her open her mouth to say something.

When Fukuzawa walks out, curious about the quiet, his eyes scan the room until they land on Dazai, who is sitting kicked back in his seat like usual, doing nothing, then hears the hurried clacking of your shoes along the floor to see you entering the office. The lipstick he remembered you wore when you first got here is now gone, and your eyes are on the ground as you rush to your seat.

"Dazai," he calls out, directing his attention back to the detective, who looks over at him with a puzzled expression. "Please grab your friend that did this to you and both of you come to my office." A dark brow quirks from across the room, reasonably confused, and your eyes are bugged as your stare at your desk top. Ranpo shuffles over, a mirror in hand, and offers it to Dazai.

"You got a little something on your... everywhere," he mutters. Dazai stares at his reflection, taking in his state, and all he could really think was damn, she really fucking likes me!

"My office," Fukuzawa repeats before turning back to walk over the threshold, and to no one's surprise, you stand up to follow him in with your head hung.

"Think I should clean up before going in there?" Dazai questions, a little too stupid for his own good. Atsushi sighs, giving him an annoyed but disinterested look as he shakes his head.

"It's a bit late for that, man."

i wanna makeout with him so bad, do you think he'll let me?

- ghxst

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tag list:// @dazaisfavoritemistake @luanniidae @grubluunch

dividers from pixopix here on tumblr

[mouthfroth]

Heyyy i just wanna say that i want smut version of dazai x reader who crazy as him👉🏿👈🏿

⊹ ꒰🩹꒱ ˖ two can play that game, nsfw version ⊹ ࣪ ˖ — dazai x fem!reader ִֶָ.𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽₊ edging, bondage, choking, hair pulling

sfw version here 𐙚ּ

⊹ ࣪ ˖ dazai loves edging you until your thighs shake, until you're squirming, squealing, tears glistening on your lashes as you kick your legs—which just makes him smirk, but you turn it right back on him just as ruthlessly. you’ll straddle his hips, sinking down torturously slow while he’s still half-dressed, rolling your hips in tiny circles until his usual playful mask cracks and his hands grip your waist hard enough to bruise. you refuse to move until he’s panting and whining your name like a prayer and a curse.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ the bandages are never just aesthetic. you both use them. sometimes he wraps your wrists above your head, tight enough that the fabric bites, then fucks you slow and deep while murmuring how pretty you look trapped under him. other times you reverse it—looping the strips around his throat and wrists, pulling just enough to make his breath hitch. the way his eyes glaze over when you ride him like that, bandages taut between your fingers, is addictive. he cums hardest when you lean down and bite his neck right above the wrap.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ choking and breath play—you know exactly how much pressure he likes. your hand fits perfectly around his throat while you’re on top, thumb pressing over his pulse as you grind down. he’ll grin through it, eyes half-lidded, and buck up sharply to remind you he’s still dangerous. when he flips you over, his long fingers wrap around your neck with surgical precision—never too much, always right on the edge where pleasure blurs. you both chase that dizzy, floating high together, gasping into messy kisses when you finally let each other breathe.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ hair pulling is often. not harsh but with enough pressure to feel the sweet ache the morning after—he'll fist his hand in your hair when he's wrecking you from behind, pulling just enough to lift your head and hear that fucked out gasp that comes with it. you'll do the same to his when he's in between your thighs, pulling hard on his locks, nails digging into his scalp while you lock your thighs around his head, making him moan into your pussy and pull you even closer by your hips.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ he eats you out like a man starved for salvation. slow, thorough licks that map every sensitive inch, two long fingers curling against that spot that makes your vision white out, and when you cum he doesn’t stop—overstimulating you until you’re grinding against his tongue again, sobbing his name. you suck him off the same way, throat massaging his length with soft, then hard pulls, until he's bucking his hips into your mouth, head thrown back as his back arches. you don't pause after his orgasm either, going on and on, placing featherlight kisses on his sensitive, leaking tip, gently suckling just to hear his pretty whimpers and make him lose it ♡ ︎

⊹ ࣪ ˖ sometimes the sessions turn tender and overwhelming. he’ll tie your wrists to the headboard ans spend an hour worshipping every inch of you—sucking marks onto your inner thighs, licking the sweat from the hollow of your throat, pressing his forehead to yours so you share every breath as he slides back in. the eye contact is relentless. wjen you finally cum, clenching around him in long pulses, he follows with a broken moan, burying his face in your neck like you're the only thing anchoring him to this world.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ post orgasm, he’s clingy in the most him way—arms loosely wrapping around you like a cocoon, legs tangled, murmuring how your pussy is the only addiction he doesn’t want to quit. you trace the lines of his bandages with lazy fingers, occasionally dipping lower to tease his spent cock until he’s half hard again, ready for another slow, lazy round where time loses meaning.

♡𐙚ּ ֶָ֢.

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[aritsukemo]

Haii could you make dating hcs of Jeanne x f!Reader x Dominique De Sage from VNC, like fluff and stuff for example what type of dates they do, how do they cuddle together and what is their relationship like in general?

Dominique De Sade and Jeanne Poly Relationship Headcanons

Summary: What would it be like to be in a polyamorous relationship with Dominique De Sade and Jeanne?

Warnings: This post is sprinkled with suggestiveness but nothing too insane. As per the request, reader is referred to as a female/fem-bodied and is in a polyamorous relationship with Dominique and Jeanne. Other than that there's nothing but fluff so happy reading! <3

A/N: Clearing out my inbox and found this request. The yuri was calling my name and I couldn't resist writing something real quick about my girls 🤭

Tagging: @snowy-violet, @yoshinorecommends, @savanaclaw1996,

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↬ Dominique and Jeanne are both powerful women ( both in personality and actual power ). For all the flowery, alluring beauty that they possess, their love can burn and consume like an ever-growing flame and being a lover to either — and especially to both at once — can be an intense, but wonderful experience. Whomever the lucky woman is that woos these girls better be prepared to get singed by their hungry teeth and smoldering touch, endure electrifying kisses, and possess a heart big enough not to break under the weight of their ardent confessions and actions.

↬ On one hand you have Dominique who, on most days, leads your relationship. Her favorite thing is to spoil her girls in every way she believes they deserve and, in more ways than one, you could say that her shows of love are almost princely — kisses on the hands when she greets you two in person, lengthy letters inquiring about your health and tellings of how much she loves and misses you two when you're away, compliments galore on every occasion, things of that nature. Her upbringing molded her into taking the slow, courtly approach when it comes to love and shy away from anything until the appropriate time. Her glass may be filled with confidence at the top, but if you drink your way to the bottom ( or even halfway ) you'd come to realize that she's rather shy, flustering easily when the roles are reversed and quickly growing overwhelm with more someone who prefers a more showy, direct, or physical way of love.

↬ This leads me to your other lover, Jeanne, who feelings are fresh, new, and insanely passionate. Romance was never once a card in her deck so now her lovers must face the blunt of her shameless and extreme approach to such uncharted territory. With nothing to go off of but her instincts, she's like a ravenous beast who wants to do nothing but protect and feast on her prey. She's open to learning the "proper" ways of treating a lover and Dominique tries her best to tame her most intense fantasies for both of your sakes, but there are times that you two will have to face those urges and keep yourselves afloat in steamy waters that want nothing more than to pull you under.

↬ Following her girlfriend's example, she tries her best to follow the womanly etiquette of courtship but there are times that she finds herself slipping when you or Dominique do something that makes her heart seize. At her core, she wants you two mind, soul, and body and — though she attempts to restrain herself — there are times where she snaps and can't help herself from sinking her teeth amongst other things into you and let her more dominant side run wild. In that instance, the only thing she wants is the both of you beneath her, covered in your own blood and her saliva, out of breath, and splayed out like a five course meal for her to devour. She'll never go too far if you or Dominique aren't on board, but the urge will always burn strong within her.

↬ Dominique and Jeanne are as different as the colors red and blue, but mesh well to create the most gorgeous shade of purple. They're two souls that belong together — that naturally complete one another — and it creates a wonderful time for the one sandwiched in the middle ( both in the literal and physical sense ).

↬ Cuddles, for example, always alternate as the mood of the day decides how you three lay that night. Dominique will always offer to pull you and Jeanne her arms, but oftentimes wishes to just curl up in her favorite girls' arms and be held. It makes her a bit red in the face to admit, but she loves being squished between your chests. They're warmer than any pillow and when she presses her ear to them, she's able to be serenaded by the pitter patter of your heartbeats. She's all about servicing you two, but if allowed the opportunity to be in the middle, she's in absolute heaven. On the other hand there's Jeanne who, like the natural tigress she is, usually opts to be one if not the sole big spoon in the cuddle puddle with her arms caging your bodies together. You guys tend to switch it up frequently with everyone's preferences in mind and a sorta go with flow attitude.

↬ Dates with Dominique are elegant and befitting of her status; fancy dinners, lavish balls, strolls in her family's garden, and you can't forget the tea parties! Her ideas are usually on the more extravagant end of the spectrum and she always insists that the only right way to go about a date is pampering, but with convincing you could always get her to opt for more tone down things like a simple picnic date. She's always planning her dates with you and Jeanne's enjoyment in mind, after all.

↬ And speaking of the bourreau, she's not typically the one to arrange dates and when she's does they're pretty impromptu. Her job doesn't allow her the consistency to really plan things like that, but she'll always try to. Contrasting Domi, her ideas are more down to earth and not very elaborate. Walks around Paris, for example, where the wind and your hands in hers are her guide or simple meetups at a park where you're able to catch up on your lives surrounded by beautiful scenery. She cares more for the time spent together than the setting and her date ideas reflect as such.

↬ Both Dominique and Jeanne lean towards performing acts of service to show their love, but differ with Domi preferring to receive words of affirmations and Jeanne adoring physical touch in every way of the word.

↬ Insecurity is webbed throughout Dominique 's being and her mind is always tormenting her with her own shortcomings and what could've been. She's very self-degrading and her everyday life doesn't do much to quell the bullying going on in her mind so some positive words from the two she's come to cherish on the deepest level will always be her undoing. Reassurance that she's enough or even something as small as a compliment on how her hair suits her well may even reduce her to teary-eyed putty in your hands.

↬ Jeanne has always preferred physical approaches. She commonly find that actions speak louder than words and took a liking to physical contact at a young age. It's what makes her the more touchy one amongst you three and ultimately what makes her melt if done in the right way by the right people. Kisses, hugs, hand holding, cuddling, biting, nuzzling, head resting.... Those speak to her bounds more than mere words are able to sometimes and are quicker in getting points across to her. Her favorite is skin on skin contact, but much caution is advised there as too much may open doors you aren't quite ready to handle yet.

↬ Overall, a relationship with these two can be a lot to handle and aren't suited for the faint of heart. There are times one may have to endure their vehemence in a fierce battle of tongue and teeth or the overly fluffy interactions that come with their sillyness. It'll, at times, feel as though your swimming through vicious waters that threaten to drown you and it's entirely up to your own willpower not to give in ( or choose succumb with grace ). It's a certain kind of refuge that only certain people can seek out comfortably, but it's truly a time to be alive if they're able to.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[fanon-canon-idfk]

Guys who scratch their name onto your back while you fuck them

Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Tim Drake, Jabber Wonger, Tamsy Caines, Vanitas, and all ur favs u can think of

[rosezai]

+ dazai 😫

[lilyetthefish]

In love with my fictional slutty man sorta a very late birthday Dazai. I was busy that week....

[osamusghxst]

erm if it's okay, can I request a minific where the reader leaves dazai with a hard on. I just want him to be cockblocked. He deserves it.

BL♡𝒞KED.ᐟ

⌯⌲ deserves it???!!! is this for convincing reader to let him flirt in the club? i guess i do give him special treatment, i’ll be mean to him today.

You love revenge. Especially when getting it on Dazai because he never suspects it, nor expects it, to come from you. You love your boyfriend, you really do with your whole entire heart and soul, and you’d do absolutely anything in the world for him just so he’d be happy — but he can be so fucking annoying sometimes to a point it drives you absolutely insane. Like hair pulling straight from the root, teeth grinding, eye twitching insanity. The worst part is: he’s doing it on purpose. He is the number one master rage baiter that makes you fall for it every. Single. Time.

His most recent offense: blabbing to your parents, who are dying to be grandparents, about your recent pregnancy scare — something he knows they really want and you two don’t… at least not right now. He did it because he thinks it’s so funny that your parents are basically encouraging you two ‘to hump like bunnies’ until a kid pops out. You are well aware that he loves nothing more than being told he can have sex with you however often he wants, and being encouraged by your parents is honestly just the icing on the cake to encourage him further since he’s such a sick freak.

You’ve been brewing ideas in your head ever since, letting them swirl around in your irritated mind, trying to think of something that would get him back. With every text you receive from your mom or dad talking about ‘are you pregnant yet’ comes more agitation and animosity. You love him, but boy, he screwed up big time this go around.

Your finger taps lightly on your arm, sitting on the couch while waiting for him to come home, when an idea hits you. Amongst your messages, Dazai had been sending some rather… obvious hints that he’s been daydreaming about you, as well as how badly he wants to get his hands on you when he gets home. However, alongside those messages, you’re still being hounded by your parents, so the mood is absolutely shot. But... he doesn't need to know that. Hands push you off the couch, sending him a quick, vague message about meeting you in the bedroom, before heading there to begin setting up for the only thing you can think of to be vile enough to make him regret opening his big mouth.

Dazai can't get home fast enough, practically running through the streets to get to you, previously so close to hiding in the bathroom at work to rub one out from how terribly horny he'd been all day, and your last text telling him to head directly to your shared room was enough to make his brain crack. He is standing at the front door, catching his breath, raking his fingers through his hair and readjusting his clothes, doing his best to touch himself up so it isn't totally noticeable that he's desperate. He inhales, hand on the knob, then pushes through, peeking around to make sure you aren't playing any tricks on him, just to hear soft music playing. Drifting through the air to his ears, catching his attention to crane his neck in the direction of the hallway, and his interest has piqued. Music's new.

He shuffles along the floor, shrugging articles of his clothes off to toss to the side, loosening his tie, and tries not tread too enthusiastically toward the door. It's cracked when he reaches it, carefully pushing it open and sneaking a peek in your direction: you're lounging on the mattress, back to him, wearing one of his shirts with a pair of underwear he loves seeing you in and some knee-high socks. You don't necessarily ever have to dress up or a certain way for him to swoon over you, but after the hormonal mess he's been trapped in all day, this is quite the sight to come home to. Your fingers leisurely flick a magazine page pretending to read it, and his darkened gaze rakes up and down, not getting enough, and he's already getting hard.

Carefully, quietly, he steps over to the bed, climbing onto the mattress that dips with each movement, and his lips have already found your neck as his fingers gingerly slip under your socks to feel your soft skin. "Aren't you the cutest thing I've ever seen?" He whispers, nipping at your ear while leaning on his elbow to wrap his other hand around to your stomach. You hum, flipping another page, legs moving slowly, allowing him to see the fat of your thigh spill out some over the elastic, and you can hear the tremor in his breath. Along with his hard-on against your back. "You look absolutely gorgeous." He murmurs, large, bandaged palm cupping at the skin, nails lightly digging into it, and his hips move on their own. Your eyes widen momentarily, his kisses he resumed placing up and down your neck have gotten sloppier, his teeth grazing and tongue dropping spit on you, and you have a fleeting though that maybe today isn't the best day for this. Especially when you might be a little into it.

"Did you miss me?" You snap out of it, asking him sweetly, slipping your fingers up through his hair, and he actually whimpers. I haven't heard that before. Teeth sink down into your lip as his begin to gnaw at your shoulder, his hips continuing to roll into your ass, and he nods.

"No idea how much I need you," he whispers, hand fumbling to undo his belt and pants button, trying to shimmy out of them while maintaining a stronghold on you, sucking harshly at the nape while your eyes squeeze shut from the sudden, blissful pain. "Need to taste you. Need your mouth." He rambles, eyes glazing over as he watches you roll over to be on top of him, trembling fingers helping brush your hair back to pull you closer, wanting a kiss — but you deny him with a sly smirk on your beautiful lips. "Don't play games with me." He rasps, fingertips lightly clawing into your scalp, and your body lowers itself to sit on his erection, feeling it twitch upward into your clothed lips, and he swallows.

"Say please?"

"No," his tone is dropped, and you're definitely second guessing this. I have to be strong, but one little kiss won't hurt. You roll your eyes with a smile, leaning down to grant his exceptionally greedy mouth with yours, a messy and needy kiss, his teeth gnashing at yours when he attempts biting and sucking on your lower lip, and a small moan escapes at the feeling. His hands glide down to grab handfuls of your ass, trying to force your hips to move against his, and he whines when you fight against him by staying still. Making his raise and buck to create some sort of friction. "Dammit!" He sounds like he's about to cry, his head falling back on the pillow, fingers tightly gripping your panties, and you stare for a moment in awe at him: his cheeks are beyond flushed, lips parted as he pants, eyes screwed shut, and there's remnants of cute little whimpers and whines coming out at your neglecting him. "Fine! Fuck, please, please, please, please kiss me! Do something! Please!" He exclaims, his dick still rubbing against your gradually soaking underwear, and you simply giggle.

"Awh, my poor Osa~," you teasingly croon, pecking his lips as your hands trail down his arms, fingertips tracing along the gauze, taking in its roughed fabric, before gently grasping his wrists to help guide away from your body. You distract him with more kisses and a few, generous rolls of your hips, giving him only a bit of relief, enough to calm him. To tame him. Slowly, cautiously, you bring his arms up above his head, planting wet kiss after wet kiss down his neck, the bandages unraveling, keeping his apparently mad mind at bay and preoccupied with what he wants long enough to allow you to continue with whatever you're doing. His chest heaves under yours, muscles and tension relaxing, features easing, and he is too far gone to hear the small, quiet clinking of handcuffs moving around in your free hand.

In one swift movement, you're able to get his wrists shackled to the headboard, and his eyes snap open to look up at your smug expression, and he's suddenly confused. Aroused, but confused. He jerks them forward, but they're harshly stopped by the post, and his brow arches. I don't have a pin on me... You laugh at him, covering your mouth, and that's when he senses something is wrong. "Are... Are we wanting to try something different?" He attempts, speaking slowly, then jerks his wrists again to no avail, biting down on his back teeth. "Would have preferred a little warning that you wanted to take a stab at topping me, but I guess I can play along." He grits, wearing a tight smile, and now visibly starting to struggle. You bat your lashes, doing a couple more back and forths on his dick, lovingly grinding down on him, and a huff of air pulls out of his mouth. Another laugh rips from you, and his patience is wearing thin, alongside his ego that you bested him when he was in his most vulnerable state.

"Hmm..." You pretend to think, eyes rolling upward, movements still going, and going, and going... Until you stop. Then climb off of him. And stand there with a cute smile on your face, hands folded behind your back and do another few reps of eyelash fluttering toward him. He stares at you, jaw flexing, eyes wide and wild, still struggling against the metal cuffs, and your tongue pokes out between your teeth. "I'm not in the mood." You state, blunt, and his lips are twitching upward, hiding the deranged grin that is wanting to peek through, and flip some of your hair over your shoulder.

"That's not very nice," his voice is shaky, usually something that would startle you into a bout of horny fear, but you simply shrug.

"I mean, I am a bitch," you glance toward his crotch, seeing his boxers are still on, his lower half wriggling around, and you might as well make this worse for him. "Oh, almost forgot." You reach over and pull apart the small opening in his undies then carefully set his dick free, to stand straight up in the air instead of the confines of the fabric, and his breathing is labored from his growing frustration. "There! Have fun~!" You wiggle your fingers in his direction, and stares you down.

"You're dead when I get myself out of here," he threatens, another octave dropped, and a pulse jumps between your legs, but you only tilt your head in response.

"I guess I'll just cross that bridge when I get there, won't I?" You dare to lean down closer to his face, a triumphant and slightly evil smirk forms, and you lower down to a soft whisper. "Want me to stay in this outfit and run around like a frightened girl in a horror movie when you are free?" You catch in the corner of your eye his dick jumping at that, only fueling your dangerous fire.

He hesitates, hands in fists, knuckles white, jerking his arms to the point of the metal biting into his wrists, but there is absolutely no give in the cuffs you used on him. "Yes please." He murmurs.

"Great! I'll let you sit in here to think about that then. Bye!" You straighten up and quickly run out of the bedroom door, closing and locking it behind you, and he aggressively starts fighting with the cuffs, not caring if he has to break the headboard to get himself free and find the key. Or a bobby pin.

"Fuckin' brat."

haha~

- ghxst

mini fic masterlist

tag list//: @dazaisfavoritemistake @luanniidae @grubluunch

[whitestmilk]

〰Pathetic〰

Pairings: Dazai x fem!reader

Summary: teaching him a lesson.

Genre: smut

Warnings: nsfw, mdni, porn/no plot, sub!Dazai, dom!reader, established relationship, bondage, swearing, pet names, edging, orgasm denial/ruined, vibrator, oral (m!recieving), hand job, begging, nipple play, slight choking, dazai cries, humiliation, mean reader, sorry if I'm forgetting anything.

Word count: 10,096

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"Mmhf!"

"Aw, what was that? Come again, my love."

He whimpered louder when your delicately manicured nails pinched his nipple, twisting them to the point where he couldn't figure out pleasure from pain. The hitachi was pressed against his clothed crotch, not moving once in that agonizingly slow setting that was enough to have him squirming, but never pushing over the edge.

He laid there helplessly. Hands tied behind his back, the rope was attached to the one that wrapped around his thighs, leaving him spread open for you and your mean hands with no form of escape. The first couple of buttons of his shirt were open, exposing smooth milky skin and pink nipples that were slowly turning red and swollen because you just refused to let up, enjoying how much he shuddered even with the gentlest caress.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" You moved the vibrator to the clothed tip, and his legs jerked, a muffled cry bouncing off the walls.

He's lost track of time now. Minutes or hours, he doesn't know anymore. He can't think. The blindfold made him all the more sensetive, and the gag made his brain foggy. All he can do is whine and take it.

He knew exactly what he was doing, and so did you. He was a womanizer, you knew that much. It's how he went by, how his clever brain always came on top because he knew ways, many ways, to get what he wanted. You already accepted it. But if he was going to flirt with the cafe lady for no fucking reason other than to piss you off, then he must've also thought about what would come after he's actually pissed you off.

"Fucking whore," you twisted his nipple between your fingers, and his back made the most beautiful arch, pretty muffled noises never stopping.

You could see little wet spot on the blindfold, right on the corner of his eyes. You would feel bad if he wasn't moaning like porn star, back arching to chase your hand as his trembling thighs spread more. He was grinding against the vibrator, he was fucking enjoying this.

You leaned down, taking one flushed nipple in your mouth as you bit down on it, while your hand still fondled with the other one, increasing the vibrations on his crotch just a tad bit.

"Mfh!" He jolted, thrashing around against the soft mattress of the bed. Your hand moved to hold him down by his hip as your mouth abused his nipple, sucking so hard he was certain something would come out.

His thighs trembled around your hand, whines growing as he jerked and trembled with each lick of your hot tongue. So much for the gag if it wasn't enough to shut him up. You pulled back, pulling the gag away as well. He panted before loud moans erupted from his chest as he threw his head back.

"Mnn b-baby...fuck!" His voices died down in a weak whimper, spit glistening his lips in the prettiest gloss.

"You never shut up, do you?" Your hand found his neck, firmly gripping it that was just enough to make his breath hitch a little.

"Please..." He managed to choke out.

"Aw, is it too much?" You cooed, now moving the vibrator up and down his clothed dick as your thumb caressed his bottom lip.

He let out a small cry, nodding. His tongue darted out to lick the pad of your thumb, his dick felt like it was on fire with the constant stimulation and no release. He desperately squirmed for something more, and his cheeks turned and even brighter shade of red then they already were when he heard your mocking chuckle.

"Should've thought about that before you decided to be a smartass, hm?"

You pulled the vibrator away entirely, leaving him panting and aching for more. He tensed up a little when you started unzipping his pants. Your warm fingers brushed against his abdomen, contrasting almost borderline uncomfortable with the cold metal of the zip, making him shiver.

"For someone so sensitive, you sure have the nerve knowing it'll have consequences." You spoke, warm breath ghosting over his twitching nipple.

"Y-you just give the most adorable reactions..." He mumbled, that infuriating cocky smirk now forming on his face once again. Like he was in any position to do so. Like he wasn't tied up and completely at your mercy right now.

You glared up at him, and for a moment there was silence. His heart was hammering against his chest, both anticipation and panic rising at your sudden withdrawal.

"Bella- ah!"

He practically screamed when your hot, sticky mouth wrapped around his entire length. He had no time to react. He was a moaning, blabbering mess as you roughly sucked him off, head moving up and down so fast like you hated him. The suction as your cheeks hollowed out sucked the soul out of him.

"Shitshitshit!" He tired to squirm away. It was overwhelming, but you held him in place.

You arms wrapped around his thighs that trembled violently, threating to close. But the ropes held them apart, shaking miserably around your head. You didn't know what he was blabbering around, but it was something along the lines of "please!" and cries from the overwhelming sensation on his poor neglected cock.

Drool dripped down the corner of his mouth, and the wet spots on the blindfold grew. His back arched and you could feel him tense up. His noises grew desperate, hips bucking up to fuck into your mouth to the best of his attempt and the worst of his self control. He was so close, right on the edge. And for a moment he thought you'd push him over, let him have it because you continued for half a second longer.

But to his demise, the moment that sweet moan escaped him, one that always came with release, you pulled back, leaving his cock twitching and aching, whines and cries echoing in the room.

"Shh," you gulped down the pre-cum that was profusely leaking form the angry red tip, hands gentle cradling his balls. "Do you want the neighbours to know what a slut you are?"

You leaned down, silencing his cries with a harsh kiss, tongue traveling into his mouth. He shuddered when he tasted himself on you, mixed with your unique sweet taste that had his mouth go numb.

"You're so mean..." He mumbled when you pulled back slightly, smirking against his lips.

"Coming from the devil himself, it sounds like a compliment."

And if he wasn't so horny, wasn't so fucking painfully desperate down there, he'd chuckle as well. Yet, his dick was still stiff, twitching as it was once again exposed to the cool air. The cold breeze was enough to make him twitch, letting out small whimpers that quickly turned into a hiss once you're warm hand wrapped around his length.

"Oh..." He mewled, head thrown back as his hips bucked into your hand. "Mnn, p-please..."

Your lips traveled down to bite and suck at his neck, leaving marks that would for sure show even through the bandages. He could feel your smirk against his skin, it was humiliating. The slow up and downs of your hand on his hard cock, so gentle and delicate, had him trembling underneath you. His moans would grow more desperate whenever your thumb traced the slit, wet and slippery as the tip flushed an even deeper shade of red.

Your hand was covered in pre-cum, no friction between you and him at all. But you never picked up the maddeningly slow pace. Always keeping it nice and slow, patience was a virtue after all, right? Your other hand fondled his puffy nipple once again, warm breath tickling his ear, and you could feel him shiver after each gentle caress, each stroke, each puff of air making him go insane.

It didn't take him long to reach the edge again for the nth time. Though he has no hopes, he's grown greedy, addicted to your mean game, addicted to that feeling right when he's about to tip over. The sweet release has always been right there, his thighs trembled just thinking about it, unfiltered wanton moans coming from his sweet, spit stained lips.

"'M so- fuh- close..." He whimpered. "Please baby..." He let out a small cry, voice so unlike him, so small and desperate that had you all sticky and soaking.

"It's okay." You placed a kiss right under his ear. "Go on." Your hand stopped, still curved around his cock.

He whined, hips shaking as he thrusted upward into your hand desperately, chasing that tight coil in his stomach that was so ready to break. With a couple more messy and uncoordinated thrusts, his moans grew breathy, thighs struggled against the restraints as they tensed up, and just as he tipped over, you pulled your hand away with that cruel smirk.

"Nonono-" his voice died out in a choked cry, trembling as his orgasam hit him hard after being on edge for so long. But the sensation quickly faded away. He only felt his toes go numb, tremors running through his body from an orgasm he couldn't even feel. Only a small string of cum leaked from his still hard cock, and he cried as he humped the air in search for your hand to find some sort of relief.

He could hear you laugh menacingly, you hand moving to remove the blindfold, revealing pretty brown eyes and long lashes shining with tears that now ran down the side of his face.

"What wrong?" You tsked, tilting your head with that same mocking smirk he always gave you. "You came, didn't you?" Your thumb wiped the tears away, but more quickly followed as he whimpered, his lower half still trembling. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

He pouted, actually pouted, hips moving closer to slowly grind his painfully hard length against your thigh, a drunk red flush across his cheeks.

"Why'd you stop?" He whined.

Your smirk grew. "I said you could come, I didn't say it would feel nice."

His voice grew into small high pitched pants, spreading pre-cum over your thighs, messing up the shorts he bought because they made your ass look good.

"Haven't you had enough?" He grumbled.

"Enough?" You hands moved, one grabbed the wand again, and the other reached down to play with his balls.

A shiver ran through him, still sensitive from the orgasm, but still wanting more. His eyes slightly widened when you placed the vibrator on the tip of his dick again, not turning it on, but just a dooming presence. He gulped, the silicon becoming slick with his arousal as his nervous eyes met your absolute amused ones.

"We're just getting started."

Click!

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Authors note:-

I'm ovulating hehe

To all the artists who make tied up dazai fanarts, i love you so much <3

Also I'm sorry if this was a bit rushed I'm so sleep deprived.

Hope y'all enjoyed this!!!

Thank you so much for reading!!

-vmo 💛

[rosezai]

'thank you for the food' we all say in unison

[rosezai]

nothing just femzai who loooves to edge you

(cw: afab reader, smut hcs, edging, dom/sub dynamics, she might be a bit mean here but maybe i'm just soft)

(found this beautiful femzai panel on pinterest, creds unknown but if asked to remove i will)

dom gf! dazai who absolutely does not let you come without permission. Sometimes she lets you come every day, sometimes you don't get to for weeks - whatever the case, it's her decision.

dom gf! dazai who gets so turned on watching you beg and cry for her to let you come when she edges you. "Why would I let you come when you're so pretty and needy for me right now?"

dom gf! dazai who keeps you so on edge and sensitive when she wants to deny you that your clit throbs whenever she so much as touches you.

dom gf! dazai who will play with your pussy whenever she's bored, absentmindedly stroking your clit through your panties while the two of you are watching a show.

dom gf! dazai who plays with you in public. It gets her off seeing you try to keep yourself together while she fingers you under the table. She will absolutely tease you for the noises she caused.

dom gf! dazai who makes you cockwarm her strap while doing mundane things like reading or watching TV and whispers things like "sit still, puppy," when you squirm or whimper. She'l occasionally buck her hips up into you or roll your nipples between her fingers and act like she has no idea why you've gotten so desparate all of a sudden.

dom! gf dazai who slaps your pussy if you ever come without her permission. Makes you count, too.

dom gf! dazai who most of the time doesn't let you touch yourself when she's away on a business trip. She just can't trust you not to accidentally finish when she's not around! However, if she's in a good mood or you've been exceptionally obedient for her, she'll let you on the condition that you video call her so she can watch your pretty cunt quiver while you edge yourself for her.

dom gf! dazai who touches herself in front of you to punish you. She doesn't let you touch her or yourself - she just makes you sit and watch her come as much as she wants knowing full well you don't get to until she says the word.

dom gf! dazai who makes sure you know your orgasms belong to her and only to her <3

[generationaledits]

This song was made for them I s2g

[rosezai]

good puppy

gn! ada reader x dazai

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Your day at the Armed Detective Agency has been mundane. Perhaps even peaceful - you spent the morning organizing files with your favorite drink beside you and the sun warming your face through the window. There were no sudden emergencies, no disruptions, not even a suicidal brunet looming over your shoulder and pulling ways to get on your nerves out of his ass.

But of course, that last part was too good to be true.

You heard him before you saw him, footsteps in a light, carefree cadence carrying him past the shelf you were pulling files from. You knew it was him when the end of his trench coat brushed your calf, his rich, mischevious voice far too close to your ear.

"Good puppy."

You whirl around to gape at him, but he's walking away as if nothing happened, not even glancing back to see your reaction. You clutch the folders to your chest, cheeks heating up.

Good puppy??

You weren't sure what you were more upset about - the fact that he basically called you a dog, or that your stomach twisted in a way that wasn't entirely disgust.

You're about to march over and demand an explanation when Fukuzawa calls you into his office. Of course, now he needs something. You sigh, following his orders and walking to his office - definitely not beating the obedient dog allegations.

After talking to Fukuzawa (it turns out you forgot to put the date on some paperwork - you distinctly remember Dazai talking your ear off when you filled it out, clearly distracting you from remembering to fill in the box) you find Dazai resting his head on the stack of paperwork he should be attending to. He perks up when you all but slam your hands down on his desk, face settling into that familiar mischevious grin.

"What the hell was that all about?"

He just blinks up at you with an air of innocence so convincing you would believe him if you didn't know any better. "I have no idea what you mean."

You groan, not in the mood for games. "When you walked by me, you called me something. Why?"

All of a sudden, false recognition spreads across his face.

"Oh! Are you talking about when I called you a good puppy?" He asks, words punctuated by a shit eating grin.

You frantically check to make sure nobody heard that - thankfully, no one seemed to be paying attention.

"Yes, Dazai. What else would I be talking about?!" You hiss.

Dazai just laughs, leaning back in his chair. "It's just so cute how attentive you are to your job, like a puppy obeying its owner."

You blush furiously, mouth opening and closing as you try to come up with a way to defend yourself. Dazai's eyes widen, taking advantage of your silence to embarrass you further.

"Oh. You liked it, didn't you?"

"Wha - no I didn't!" You argue. "I'm not a freak like you are."

Dazai chuckles with the satisfaction of a man who knows he's won, his voice unfairly deep. "Then why are you so red, puppy?"

You stand there in shock, effectively flustered, before cursing him out and fleeing to the hallway for some air. Dazai watches you leave, still simpering.

Ah, puppy's embarrassed... I'm so using this later

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This shit is inspired by my coworker saying 'good boy' walking past me literally just doing my job😭😭 He pisses me off (i want him). At least call me a good girl. (please please please i need it - what who said that?)

[rosezai]

happy birthday to my favorite sexy insane crazy babygirl gemini!! wish brunets were real💙❤️‍🩹🦀