Heyy how are you? I saw your post so i decided to try and send you a request. What I'd like to ask is a scenario: port mafia fazani celebrating his birthday with her s/o? Thanks in advance and have a nice day 💜💜💜
↳ AH YES THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. THANK YOU!!! I hope I did okay 👉👈
↳ genre: fluff
↳ warnings: season two spoilers
I'm torn between wanting pm!Dazai to hate/not care about his birthday or to eat up the attention lmao. Let's do a bit of both 🤷♀️
okay SO
I definitely feel like if he didn't really care when he first joined the mafia. Like literally no one would know about his birthday
well, that is until Mori off-handedly goes, "Oh. It's your birthday today, isn't it? Happy birthday." Mother fucker knew EXACTLY what he was doing and it pissed Dazai off to no ends
that or Oda is planning him a surprise party (and by party I mean he's literally just inviting you since Dazai does't actually like anyone else lmao) (maybe Chuuya? Idk depends on when this is set lol)
now, if you two are already dating, then of fucking course he wants to celebrate with you
since he's close to you and actually cares about you, he'll let you see his softer, goofier side
the first year you're together, he probably wouldn't want you to plan anything for him
HE would take YOU to the arcade, the park for ice cream, the river bank, the city skyline, literally where ever he wanted to go when the mood struck him
I'll keep this sfw but just know things would get spicy at the end of the day
the second year, you don't ask for permission. You're planning the whole day out 😎
he's honestly surprised by the effort you put into the planning and is touched you care so much about him
at one point, probably the end of the day, he'll just hold you in his arms against his chest while whispering, "Thanks for staying by my side."
he then gives you the most passionate kiss of your life
once Oda is gone, he doesn't want to celebrate his birthday that year
you give him a cupcake and wish him a happy birthday nonetheless
once he joins the ADA though, things get much better and he starts to open up more
literally gobbles up all the attention everyone gives him for his birthday
"Where's my present, Kida?" he'll ask Kunikida with puppy dog eyes. Kida will then turn pink from embarrassment and start stuttering out that "he left it at home" or "it's on its way; it just hasn't arrived yet"
no matter where he is or what he's doing, he always spends at least half the day with just you
you've been there for so many birthdays, so many phases of his life, and he can't wait for the rest of the birthdays to come <3
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How do you think Dazai would do with a S/O that has a thing for hands?
He would drive him/her insane.
First of all, have you seen Dazai’s hands? Jesus Christ they could choke me any day.
If his s/o had a thing for it, it wouldn’t take long for him to try to show them off all the time.
If the s/o was cooking, Dazai would come up behind them, wrap one arm around them and use the other to taste the food. Or making the s/o taste the food off his fingers.
Lots of fingering/sucking on his fingers.
Dazai making a point to help you button or unbutton your clothes.
Brushing their hair, probably braiding it if it’s long enough but playing with it all the time.
Taking extra care when tying you up... or down.
Pretty much always pointing stuff out or handing them things. Even if it’s unnecessary.
He would gently caress them when sleeping or when they’re both sitting down.
Basically he would touch his s/o whenever and wherever he could. Because not only does he know they love it, he loves just looking at his s/o and seeing them happy or with a smile means the world to him.
It was around two a.m. when Akira had finally arrived back home. She hadn’t had any time to communicate with Dazai while she was undercover, so he was anxiously waiting for her arrival. It didn’t help that he had been fed some uncomfortable information about her job that he hadn’t heard directly from her.
A few days ago, someone from the Port Mafia had informed him that Akira was to be undercover with one Tachihara Michizō. Dazai had never minded Tachihara, but he drew the line at having to fake being married to his girlfriend, especially when he wasn’t informed of the situation. He had at least expected Akira to tell him.
Jealousy came easy for Dazai, he hated it when another man even looked at Akira in any way other than a friend. She was the only person that he was completely attracted to, would do anything for. He almost worshiped her.
When she finally came inside, damp from the rain outside, Dazai shot up from his chair, his face a mix of worry and hurt. As Akira slipped off her shoes and out of her jacket, Dazai spoke.
“Where the hell have you been?” She looked up at him, running a hand through her hair. A small laugh left her lips as she began to walk towards him.
“I’ve been on a mission~ You knew about all of it, baby.” Akira reached a hand out to grab his but Dazai moved away. Her smile faded and she looked at him with slight confusion, waiting for him to speak. He scoffed, shaking his head slightly.
“You didn’t tell me you were going to be with another man. You didn’t tell me you were going undercover as his wife. I had to hear it from someone else. You should have fucking told me.” Dazai looked hurt, but his eyes were also filled with pure jealousy. She had seen this look before, long before they were dating. Akira swallowed and took a small step backwards.
“I’m-I’m sorry, Dazai... I didn’t think it mattered that much. We didn’t even have to do anything... Just act like a couple for a while.” Dazai turned away from her, looking at the ground. Akira stood there, messing with her fingers, thoughts of crying passing through her head and showing on her face. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Dazai walked up to her, lifting her chin so she was looking at him. His eyes were still full of that fire, the desire to prove to her he was all she needed.
They stared at each other for the longest time, as if having a conversation in their minds that only the two of them understood. She swallowed, slightly worried that he was still angry with her. Akira's question was answered when he leaned down, just millimeters away from her lips, his eyes focused on hers.
"You are mine, Akira. And it really pisses me off that not everyone knows that. Let's go." He grabs her hand, tugging her towards their bedroom, motioning for her to go to the bed. Akira obliged, slightly surprised that he was interested in having sex with her right now. She sat there, legs pressed together while Dazai crouched to the ground, slipping a box out from under the bed and putting it on top of it.
"W-what's in there…?" Akira questioned him but Dazai ignored her. He left the box there before crawling over to her, slowly trailing his eyes down her body. His eyes met hers when he spoke again.
"If you ever question our relationship, or at any point anyone else does, you had better remember this night." His eyes were now full of lust and jealousy, with not even a hint of mercy. Akira nodded, a dark red blush spreading across her face. Dazai slowly dragged his fingers across her tights-covered skin, slipping them under her skirt to take them off of her, smiling when he noticed she wasn't wearing panties.
"Ah, what a good girl~ It's like you came prepared." Akira's breath picked up as she felt her arousal growing and Dazai saw it too. He let his hands wander to her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed and spreading her legs. Dazai looked up at her then leaned forward pressing his lips to her soaking folds. She let out a small moan, curling her fingers into his hair as he slipped his tongue inside of her, lapping up all her precious and sinful juices, giving a small groan into her. He continued to eat her out for another few minutes, stopping only when he was sure that she was just on edge. When he pulled away from her, she whined, looking down at him.
"Time for the very fun part, my dear~" He gave her a seemingly innocent smile before taking off his shirt then his pants and boxers, doing the same to her. Once they were fully nude, Dazai opened the box, pulling out a silk blindfold and slipping it over her eyes. She swallowed, shivering as his fingers grazed her skin.
After he was sure she couldn't see, he leaned her back on the bed, caressing her sides as he pulled her towards him then slowly slipped himself inside of her. The familiar feeling of his thickness inside of her made her arch her back into his bandaged form, a small moan leaving her lips. A satisfied smirk appeared on Dazai's lips and he considered teasing her for a while but he knew that that wasn't the goal of all this.
"My dear, it hurt me that you went with him like that. I believe when you say nothing happened, however I feel the need to… prove to everyone that you are mine." Dazai pushed his fingers into her hair, tugging roughly at it and tilting her head back as he latched his lips onto her neck, moving his other hand down her sides and to her legs, inviting her to wrap her legs around his waist. Akira obliged, already beginning to pant from her arousal, the wetness at her core acting as a natural lube as he began to thrust in and out of her. It was a rough thrusting, and the marks that he refused to cease leaving on her neck were sure to stay for days. Once he was satisfied with the markings, he let go of her hair and looked down at her whining and moaning form.
"You've always been what I've always wanted from the beginning, Akira. You're gorgeous, you have a body that puts every other woman in the world to shame. You are a goddess, but more importantly, you are my goddess. No one but me gets the luxury of touching you, of loving you, of worshipping you. Never forget that." With the final sentence, he gave a rough thrust into her, making her cum, sending violents shivers up her spine as loud moans filled the air and Dazai dug his nails into her hips which were certain to leave small red markings. Her incessant squeezing around him made him groan, then, pressing his body against hers, he bit down roughly into her shoulder as he came inside her. When Akira felt his hot, sticky spurts spraying inside of her she pushed at his shoulders, her hips squirming from side to side as she whined.
"D-Dazai! You're not-not wearing a c-condom… I-I'll get pregnant…!" Dazai sucked on his bite mark, taking in all the blood from the wound then purring in her ear through scattered pants.
"I hope you do~ It'll show everyone for the next nineteen years that you are mine. You will always be mine…" He kissed down her jaw, softly slipping the blindfold off her eyes then putting a hand to her face, smiling softly down at her.
"I love you." He said. Akira smiled as a tear ran down her face.
you have to continue everywhere expect the bed im so interesteddds
hi there! i’m so glad u like everywhere except the bed. it was actually the first smut i ever wrote! 🥹💕💕
Everywhere Except the Bed part 1 & 2 were always supposed to be their own thing, but Where Time Stops and Punish Me are based on the same dazai/reader relationship & dynamic!
i also have my dazai x oc fic on ao3 that is 41k words long so far is you are just craving more dazai..
ANYWAY do you have a request for a dazai/reader scenario involving the same relationship from Everywhere Except the Bed? I’d be willing to give it a try!
