Do you think Dazai would keep his girlfriend/partner in a cage?
Depends on which version of Dazai we're talking about. I could see ADA!Dazai doing so, but in more of a kink way. Not a control way. His control over you is subtle, so, if being caged is brought up it'd be more of a little play session. I don't see him minding it either, I feel like he's very adventurous in the bedroom, it's one way he keeps stimulated so that he's not so constantly bored and restless. Mafia!Dazai on the other hand... he absolutely would, and it'd be for control, he wants you to physically understand where your place is, and that's at his feet, literally. So, yeah, he would. He'll even parade you around on a little leash as he walks through the halls of the Port Mafia, keeping you sat at his feet as he does paperwork. With Beast!Dazai, I'd say so, yeah. But, I feel like it'd be more for punishment instead of blatant control. He'd most likely keep the cage in his office so when people enter they'll see exactly what happens when you disobey him or misbehave. I also think that this version of Dazai would have a sign on the cage, saying exactly what you did wrong.
For Dazai x Reader 🔞: it’s Valentine’s Day & Dazai tells Reader how romantic it would be to die together today & Reader replies “how about we fuck instead?”
A Little Death (Dark Era; aged up/18+; NSFW)
Mafia!Dazai x Reader
1706 words
Tw: sui ideation, choking
It was a secluded scene, shrouded in silence. No one dared to cross the boundary of the hotel’s grounds; to do so was a privilege only afforded to a select few. Its air of secrecy was such that it rendered the half a dozen armed guards who brooded over the tower like ravens, quite superfluous. Port Mafia territory. For a scarce number, its walls knew their secrets but whispered none. For the rest, it was simply impenetrable.
The hotel room was neither luxurious nor homely. Thin gauze blinds let in little moonlight. Outside, the starless sky was streaked with storm clouds. Even the fluorescence which defined Yokohama’s horizon and kept the city in artificial daylight did not reach this dark corner of the prefecture. Rain pattered relentlessly, the deluge so intense that entire waves were dashed at the rattling windows. Thin branches scraped against glass. You glanced above your head, half-expecting the flaked plaster to cave in at any moment.
Quieter than the storm came the clicking of the heating unit. A stale smell lingered about the plain, whitewashed walls. A black suit jacket thrown over a chair. Unfinished business. Sake bottles cluttered the side table. A low electric light. Crumpled bed sheets and the scent of sex.
You felt too cold to remain in the doorway. Shrugging your coat off, you hung it on a wall-mounted hook beside his. Its belt dripped rainwater onto the matting beside your discarded Louboutins. As you crossed into the room his silhouette came into view. Dazai sat cross legged on the floor, arms in his lap, his back against the end of a double, Western-style bed. He made no sign at your approach. His gestures, or lack of, were as inscrutable as ever. No one had ever sifted the murky depths which submerged his heart. You only knew that he played games. And, if his intention was to set you on edge, then you would just have to make yourself comfortable.
“I know I kept you waiting…”
The bed gave a small creak as you knelt upon it. Removing the tie from your hair, you allowed it to tumble down, sodden and tangled, past your waist. Then, with a sound of relative contentment, you flung yourself on your back and stretched out your legs luxuriously upon the pillows. Dazai was motionless; the back of his head remained against the foot of the bed. Dark, brown tufts stood up, unruly. You let your head hang down beside his so that your rain-flecked skin brushed against his face. His cotton bandage wrapping grazed your cheek. You felt his jaw tighten. Upside down, the cracks in the floor appeared more fragile than the ceiling. Either one could give way at any moment.
A hand reached into your hair.
“If you remember, you did promise me romance…” Dazai’s tone was as soft as silk. With a turn of his head, the tip of his nose brushed your own. His breath, sweet with sake, clouded you. Threatened to pull you under. Only the initiating thread of conversation and he was already reeling you in.
Slowly his fingers stroked loose strands from your face, until he was cradling the back of your head. There was something so gentle, so loving in the subtle press of his fingertips that you closed your eyes.
“I know…” Your words bore the weight of remorse, even if you didn’t feel it.
Rain lashed violently at the window. Dazai gathered your damp hair around his fingers, weaving a braid like a coil of rope. Playful. If his patience was worn then the lithe movements of his hands did not suggest it.
“How beautiful…” he mused to himself, wrapping the twisted knots like a noose around his knuckles. Watchful, you lay still. In the gloom the pale skin of your neck shone silver.
“What is?”
Wet hair tickled your throat.
“...why, the thought of dying with you tonight. What else?”
Dazai’s voice was thick with desire, quite at odds with such a fatalistic notion. The weight of your corded braid was draped across your neck. With a rustling movement, he had risen to his knees.
“...that’s why you came here, after all.” Dazai poured his whisper into your ear. Liquid black.
Unkempt hair brushed your skin. A pale face; his scars half-hidden beneath wrappings. Dazai’s exposed eye gazed down at you with lust. Its colour was as dark as earth whilst the iris gleamed like molten gold at its centre. His words, his gestures, his games; who could look beyond the endless depths into Dazai’s heart? No; to meet his eye was to stare down into the core of the world itself.
A pull upon the end of your hair; the vine wound itself tighter. You smiled up at him, despite the pink blotches forming on your skin.
“Actually -” you managed, your breath stuttering, “- what I proposed - was a little death.”
Your scalp burned where strands were almost yanked from the roots. Ignoring your hold upon his sleeve, Dazai twisted your hair around his fingers. As ever, he wove his little designs only for you to fall, ensnared in his trap. Not that you minded. If you had any intention of survival, then you would never have accepted his invitation here tonight. Easy prey. What was the point in the struggle when Dazai could so easily devour you whole?
Then the twisted cord collapsed. Your chest heaved in the quiet room. The long ribbon of your hair was still gathered in Dazai’s grip. Fiercely, he jerked your head backwards.
“Is that all you can manage?” Warm breath curled over the shell of your ear. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your lobe. Bloodlust rose to the surface.
You let out a shiver of breath, rolling your head back against the covers. Dazai’s shadow fell; rippled down your chest as he leaned over the edge of the bed. His black tie swung loose; draped over your ribcage. With a brush of cool air he drew your collar away. Languorous in his movements, he enjoyed the sight of you like this. His nose grazed your bare shoulder, breath ghosting over your skin. Then - a gentle drop of his lips.
“Find out for yourself, Osamu…”
Dazai pressed his kiss to the base of your throat like a knife.
Hands gathered in his hair, you sighed as Dazai trailed slow, hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your jawline. Your legs writhed against the pillows. Purple wounds nicked into your skin; each mark counted and tossed on the mound of his sins. They said that only darkness flowed through his veins. Mafia black. Doomed to love as dangerously as he lived.
Dazai tasted your jaw; lingered over your cheek, his breath coming quicker. Threading his fingers through your own, he drew your arms beneath him. A feather-light touch to the pale skin of your wrists, his fingertips wandered your limbs. A tuft of dark fringe swept your chin as Dazai kissed your lower lip. Thighs clenched together, you gave another airless sigh. Your mouth chased his, body arching beneath his caress. Head turning against his own, you felt his tongue glide over the back of your teeth.
With a creak of mattress springs, the weight upon the bed shifted. Dazai’s knee sank into the covers beside your head. Bandaged hands smoothed the hem of your dress as his mouth nipped languidly at your bottom lip. The material was bunched together in his fist, and then he slowly drew it up over your hips.
You gasped as Dazai broke away from your mouth. Fingertips stroked your upper leg. A thumb dipped into the waistline of your underwear.
“La petite mort… the brief state of unconsciousness.” Dazai’s breath warmed the inside of your leg. “Only those consumed by death or desire know it…”
With one hook of his finger he had drawn the lace down around your ankles. Teeth grazed your thigh. Your chest rose and fell as he pressed a kiss to your soft, warm skin. Inching closer, closer… until he was right above where you wanted him. Your hands slipped down Dazai’s lower back. Then, the first brush of his tongue. A low moan bled from your throat. His crumpled shirt almost tore under your nails.
Dazai teased, tasted your clit; his subtle toying sent heat flaring. But one taste had provoked a deeper craving within him. Tongue flattened against you, Dazai indulged himself. His grasp upon your legs tightened until his knuckles blanched. The swill of his tongue set your tender flesh aflame. Your mouth dropped open, back curved away from the bed. Beads of sweat broke out over your forehead as you gripped the bedsheets in your fists. All you wanted was to feel his movements inside you.
As Dazai leaned over you, the fabric of his suit brushed your ear. Self-serving, of course he never gave without taking. All that mattered was the price you paid. In this position, he had you exactly where he wanted you. Reaching out, your hand brushed the rigid pleat in his trousers. Hastily, you unclasped his belt; slung down the material; drew him out. With a firm grasp you guided his rock hard cock down to your open mouth.
Lips closed around him. Tight. With a shudder, his hips thrust forward. Dazai’s bandaged hands lifted your legs, splayed you open to swallow you whole. Fingertips buried themselves in your skin. Oh how he longed to grip them in your hair whilst he rubbed himself against your lips. Your nerves were humming; shivers shot through your limbs like electricity. The first syllable of his name collapsed into a moan which sent vibrations down his cock. He scraped the roof of your mouth over and over, until his rhythm began to stutter.
“Fuck…” you heard him choke. “...fuck… no one else can take me like you do.”
He gripped your legs higher, pulled you to him, drank you down. Insatiable. You were burning alive. Helpless, your body melted on his tongue. With a choked gasp, you clenched your thighs around his neck.
“...wanna die happy…” Dazai’s voice was weak as he wiped his mouth on the inside of your thigh. “...so let me die between these legs, Beautiful...”
(These are two requests from my old blog that I took down after some issues, I'm putting them back up so that readers can go back and look at them and I also still love these and don't want them to waste away in my google docs.)
Characters include: Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Akutagawa, Fyodor, Fukuzawa, and Mafia!Dazai
Under a cut bc it's a long post~
Dazai
First off, he would think it’s super cute and totally uses it to his advantage.
They’ll just be working at your desk when they’re suddenly trapped in his arms while having to fend off tickle attacks.
Then when they’re walking around, he’ll be holding their hand to keep them from walking into anymore walls, teasing his s/o all the while.
All of the sudden, everything is going to be on the highest shelf when s/o gets home, and he'll be hiding somewhere watching s/o make a desperate attempt for a book on top of a shelf.
When you climb onto a chair, he snickers, causing s/o to turn and fall.
WIth his super fast reflexes, you can bet he’s there before you hit the ground.
On the inside, he’s freaking out, because he won’t always be there to catch you.
He wouldn’t know what to do if he ever lost you, inwardly he would die.
“Belladona, don’t tell me you mean to end yourself without me! Won’t we go out in a romantic double suicide?”
“Maybe if you quit putting everything on the top shelf!”
(Dramatic pose)”I may never get my romantic ending.”
Loves to gently pull his s/o into his arms and touch his forehead with theirs.
He might whisper quietly into their ear.
Overall, these moments are peaceful and quiet.
Unlike his usual antics
Chuuya
He’s ecstatic to have an s/o who’s shorter than him!
Chuuya here is definitely smug, and it shows. XD
Nicknames are a must.
Nicknames like “Shortstack” or “Small fry”
He’ll definitely tease, but won’t take it too far or hurt your feelings.
The moment he sees you about to run into a wall completely unfazed, he’s running over
“OI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THAT”S A WALL!”
“Huh? HUH?!?! I almost ran into a wall, thanks, Chu-Chu!”
“CHU-CHU?”
(Smirk)
He’ll definitely hold things above your head while s/o tries to grab for them
Inwardly thinks they’re adorable
Will give it back to them
Eventually
Loves the feeling of wrapping his arms around them, completely enveloping them with his body.
It makes him feel that they are both safe.
Sometimes, he’ll use his ability to make them float.
Their excitement literally makes them 110% cuter in his eyes
Atsushi
Honestly wonders how he deserves such a wonderful and cute s/o
He is super helpful and won’t tease
Unlike a certain suicidal maniac
Whenever they need help getting something, this cute cinnamon roll is already scrambling to grab it.
No chore is too big or small for him
A bright smile adorns his face every time they need help
He just loves making things easier for his s/o
Literally loves them sooooo much
Constant reminders to be careful,
He doesn’t want his s/o to get hurt!
Pls be careful for this smoll boi
When in public, he’ll try to hold their hand
Blushes every time, no matter how long they’ve been together
“Wait Atsushi, stand right there!”
“Huh? Okay… Why?”
“Just stand there for a second!”
Literally is so confused when his s/o races to grab a chair before placing it right in front of him.
“A chair? What are you doing with that?”
S/o stands up on the chair and gives him a kiss on the forehead, grinning like a fool.
Atsushi_exe._has_stopped_working.
When they trip and start falling, Atsushi’s mind is blank for a second.
Suddenly his s/o is in the arms of a certain tiger-man.
How is s/o still alive?
Akutagawa
He treats his s/o with respect, though will keep a careful eye on them
Cannot help it
How can they not walk through a hallway without a faceplant?
Rashoumon will catch them if they start to fall, if Akutagawa can’t make it.
Still, thinks they’re so cute
Rarely says it out loud.
He doesn’t know how to function in a relationship, needs tips from Chuuya and Gin 24/7.
Blushes every time he needs to grab something for you.
Ends up covering his face, pretending to cough.
He’ll reach down and pet their head as a way of showing affection.
Freezes for a second when his s/o initiates affection
Needs the love
Pls give him affection
When they’re walking around in public, he’ll either be watching them carefully, or holding their hand to keep them from death by tripping.
Gets teased by Dazai all the time.
“Hey Ryu! I’m going to make tea, which kind would you like?”
“Green tea would be fine.”
“Gahh!”
Rashoumon immediately lunges for s/o on instinct.
“Sorry Ryu.” A sheepish grin plastered over their face.
“That’s it, I’m moving the tea to the bottom drawer.”
Fyodor
He finds his s/o pure and sweet, only to find that they are also clumsy as well?
Absolutely adorable.
Nicknames are a must with this guy, he’ll probably end up calling his s/o little mouse, in Russian.
He’s a very affectionate boyfriend, will rest his chin on his s/o’s head and whisper to them in Russian.
While you are out and about, he will hold your hand to guide his s/o.
When they’re on their own, he will likely have someone following them to keep them from getting hurt. (And he’s a yandere too…)
Teases whenever they need help grabbing something though.
Fyodor smirks playfully, though the expression remains hidden from his s/o as they attempt to creep up behind him.
When they spring, he doesn’t move an inch, allowing them to have their fun.
“Got it!”
Fyodor touches the top of his head as he feels his hat being lifted off.
Turning, he finds his s/o donning a grin, along with his ushanka.
“How does it- EEEK!”
Before his s/o touches the ground, he’s cradling them in his arms.
“It looks lovely, little mouse.”
Fukuzawa
Fukuzawa will smile softly at his adorable s/o, unable to withhold his joy.
Thinks his s/o is even cuter than cats.
Super protective.
He is smooth, and when his s/o trips, they’ll be caught with a flirtatious line.
When he’ll watch as they skip around, only to gently grab their shoulders when they almost turn into a wall.
“Huh, what is- OH IT’S A WALL!”
He’ll chuckle at this, leaving s/o to grumble quietly to themselves.
If s/o feels down about their height and/or clumsiness, they will be greeted with reassurances and a basket of kittens.
When they’re walking around, he’ll either hold their hand, or walk beside them.
Mafia!Dazai
Now isn’t his little s/o just adorable?
He’s the type who will just stand at full height and watch his s/o’s attempts to jump for a kiss.
Will eventually scoop them up into his arms without warning, leading to a very annoyed s/o.
“Quit it, Dazai!”
“Aww, you don’t want me to kiss you anymore?”
(Blush) “W-What? Stop teasing me!”
“Isn’t this cute, such a tiny, fierce s/o.”
He’ll sometimes accompany them to their own work, simply watching them attend to matters.
Will keep an arm slung around their waist, warning others to back off.
If they cannot reach something, he’ll provoke them slightly.
Dazai will eye them carefully as they strain for a jar, standing on a chair to aid their efforts.
When they fall, he’ll catch them swiftly, his joking manner gone for a moment.
Only to quickly return, upon his darling’s safe return to his arms.
“Belladonna, you would look even more beautiful falling with me!”
