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`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹. 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜, 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎~ — 𝑜. 𝑑𝑎𝑧𝑎𝑖

SYNOPSIS: dazai doesn't want you to leave after being with him for a whole day, so he persuades you in only one way he can think of—kisses and physical touches.

GENRE: domestic fluff because he makes me happy ♡ established relationship,

BEGINNING NOTES. soft tickles, dazai being dazai, lowercase writing

TAGS. dazai being dazai, fluff, reader fails at standing their ground, kissing, playful banter, cuddling, "cuddle prison"

"there are however, other ways, of persuasion...my dear," he spoke with a hint—no, a face—full of flirty and bold demeanour. you were facing away from home standing up from the couch as you halt your movements—your finger flinched just over your coat that was draped over dazai's couch. it has unfortunately for him reached the evening, for almost twenty minutes you have been saying how you need to leave—having a long day, and just another longer one in just a few more hours.

he was laid stomach first on the couch, hands hanging over the arm and a pout on his lips as he looked up at you with desperate eyes. they fluttered ever so sweetly when you turned on your heel to look back at your childish boyfriend.

"osamu, i have work in the morning. so do you!! get some sleep and ill see you after work—AAH!!" you barely had time to blink as dazai lunged at you with desire in his eyes. you shrieked feeling his arms wrap entirely around your waist, pulling you forward and into his chest and down back on the couch.

"dazai—you can't—" you tried to stop the giggles from pouring out of your lips, but his hard grip on you as you tried to roll off of him? you couldn't help yourself. "oh, i have never felt worse pain then my own partner leaving me alone—cold, scared, hungry!!" his eyes shut closed, tossing you side to side like a ragdoll on top of him—loosely holding you by the waists. arms still fully wrapped around your trapped body.

"we ate an hour ago—dazai, you ahass!!" he gasped upon hearing the curse word from you, feeling more mischievous as you talked back to him. "aw~, now they're calling me an ass?! didnt you hurt me enough, why must you keep on putting me through this pain? forced to suffer from your words?!"

you managed to push yourself up from his chest, airy giggles filled the room as you tried to hunch your shoulders over his arm to let you go... however that backfired quickly as you felt a pair of two fingers poke your underarm.

"AAH!!— osamu, don't you dare!! let me go!" you giggled, your body going limp against his chest as he held you closer—tighter. his grin sharpened as he watched you squirm on top of him.

"oh, no, no ,no—you need to be taught a lesson, my dear~ you can't expect to be freed after calling me names!! consider this my way of persuasion." he shrugged as if his fingers didn't move down to your sides and scribble fast up and down.

you pleded. you screamed. you squirmed. his hold on you only growing tighter. you punched him in the chest, kicking your legs only hitting his with no avail. as you giggled, you managed to get out the words, "stahap! stop, ohor i won't kihiss you—OHOU—fohor a weehehahek!!"

he froze. hands stilled as they were settled comfortably under your arms, your body still twitching as you laid on his chest and catching your breath.

"you don't mean that!!" he spoke with a worried expression, however he wasn't worried at all, his expression showed more playful than scared by your words. "you heard mehe!" you giggled, pushing his arms away from your sensitive armpits—suddenly feeling a rush of adrenaline flood through your body as he gently grasped your cheeks, kissing your face over and over.

*AHA! NO—ihi'm a being of my WORD!!" you shrieked, a happy smile on your face as you grabbed at his wrists, now being able to sit up and lean back. dazai following your every movement as he kept trying to kiss you, attempting to peck your lips. "c'mon, donna~peck. you don't mean to tell me—peck—you actually think you-peck-can go a full week without—peckpeck—kissing me, hm." he kisses your jawline, slowly moving up to your lips. "you practically beg for them everyday!! you can't get enough of me, admit it, darling~"

"you cahant expect me to stay just because you're kissing me—EWW—dohont lick mehe!" you could stop giggling as he practically towered over you. your body pinned against the corner of the couch.

"oh, well of course i can. you loooove me, you can't get enough of me~"

the palm of your hand gently, but with a bit of aggression, pushes his forehead back—his own still grasping your cheeks, not hard but surprisingly gentle despite all the shoving and pushing.

~

as much as you hate to admit it, dazai ended up persuading you to stay at his place for the night. all wrapped up in a blanket on the couch—some old 90's movie playing in the background.

he hummed happily and kissed the top of your head all of a sudden, "there, all nice n warm, and cozy~" he rubbed your back in smooth, soft circles as you sighed against his chest, "bet your glad you stayed with me for the night~"

you close your eyes and let your body relax on top of dazai, your weight having no effect on him whatsoever.

"you're lucky i love you,"

he paused for a moment as you let your body eventually fall into slumber, a soft smile on his lips as he tugged the blanket more over you; your soft snores quickly echoing through his ears as he whispers,

"with all my heart, belladonna'."

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♫ .. “ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵… “ ★ . •° .

ılıılı having a codependent situationship with dazai osamu request by: anon

it doesn’t start with “we’re together.” it starts with late-night calls, both of you keeping each other on the line for hours because neither of you wants to be alone with your thoughts. he jokes that you’re “fun company,” but the way his voice softens when he hears you breathe says it’s more than that.

dazai has a way of weaving himself into your days without asking. popping up at your desk in the ada with two cups of coffee, showing up uninvited at your apartment “just to see your face,” or hanging around your errands like he has nowhere else to be. you pretend not to notice you’ve started saving him a seat everywhere you go.

you know it’s unhealthy when you start checking your phone reflexively, waiting for his messages. if an hour passes without a reply, you start wondering if something’s wrong, not just with him, but between you. he’s trained you to read between the lines of his every word, and it’s exhausting in a way you can’t admit out loud.

dazai feeds off the way you need him. it’s not malicious, but he thrives on the fact that you’ll always answer, always listen, always be there. and in return, he makes himself indispensable, pulling you out of danger on missions, quietly solving your problems before you even ask, knowing just enough about your life to make himself impossible to untangle from.

the emotional intimacy is constant but never clearly defined. you share secrets at 3 a.m., let your guard down around each other in ways you don’t with anyone else. but if you ever try to label it, he deflects with a smirk and a “why ruin a good thing with boring definitions?”

it’s not just companionship - it’s mutual self-preservation. you patch him up after reckless missions, and he makes sure you’re never left behind or overlooked. some nights it feels like you’re keeping each other alive, other nights it feels like you’re drowning together in the same undertow.

when he’s gone for a while, it hits like withdrawal. you catch yourself looking for his silhouette in the crowd, half-expecting him to appear leaning against your doorframe with that lazy grin. and when he finally does show up, you don’t ask where he’s been, you just let him in.

he’s not all teasing here - sometimes his affection is quieter, heavier. a hand on your back when no one’s looking, a gaze that lingers a second too long, the rare moment when he admits, softly, “it’s easier when you’re around.” it’s the closest he’s come to saying he needs you.

people notice the way you orbit each other. kunikida scolds you both for being “unprofessional” when you choose to partner up too often. yosano warns you not to get too attached. but it’s too late, you’ve already memorized the sound of his footsteps and the exact way his coat smells.

neither of you talks about the future. maybe because deep down you both know it’s built on shaky ground, or maybe because this - the blurred lines, the constant presence, the quiet dependency, is exactly what you want. it’s not healthy, but it’s yours. and neither of you is ready to let go.

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staying up until 1am with your friends is like. wow we’re so fucking cool we’re so fucking badass we should go on a road trip or become famous or maybe hang out here forever because i dont wanna be anywhere that isnt with you guys im so full of love and joy and a live fast die young mentality. and staying up until 1am by yourself is like. for the third time this year i am genuinely contemplating suicide. good thing i dont have the executive function to clean up my room

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‧°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･☁️ daydreaming about...

gentleman!dazai, who tucks strands of your hair behind your ear when he’s talking to you.

gentleman!dazai, who leans down so you can whisper in his ear.

gentleman!dazai who loves draping his coat over your shoulders and insists you wear it—not just because you’re cold, but because “it looks better on you.” (he loves seeing you in his clothes.)

gentleman!dazai, who loves to kiss that soft spot under your ear after whispering something only meant for you to hear.

gentleman!dazai, who always opens doors for you with a little bow, as if you’re royalty.

gentleman!dazai, who notices when you’re overwhelmed and quietly guides you out of the room with a hand on your lower back and a whispered “let’s take a breath, shall we?”

gentleman!dazai, who makes tea for you just how you like it, even if it’s overly sweet or weirdly specific.

gentleman!dazai, who dances with you in the kitchen, on the street, anywhere, when no one’s looking.

gentleman!dazai, who gifts you annotated books with hidden notes or little riddles in them.

gentleman!dazai, who always lets you walk on the inside of the sidewalk no matter what, even if it means switching places three times on a single stroll.

gentleman!dazai, who always listens. really listens. doesn’t interrupt. doesn’t forget. remembers the names of the people in your life you mentioned once, offhandedly.

gentleman!dazai, who reads poetry to you out loud, dramatic voices and all. even in bed. even at two a.m.

gentleman!dazai, who touches your face so gently when you’re half-asleep, brushing his thumb along your cheek like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

gentleman!dazai, who hums softly when he brushes your hair.

gentleman!dazai, who always knows when you need space, or when you need him to hold you just a little tighter.

gentleman!dazai, who loves hugging you from behind and pressing kisses against your pulse points—especially the ones on your wrists.

gentleman!dazai, who appreciates literally everything about you and treats you like you’re something sacred. he could stare at you forever with pure adoration in his eyes.

gentleman!dazai, who never rushes anything.

gentleman!dazai, who undresses you with his hands, yes, but with his eyes first.

gentleman!dazai, who talks you through it with that same velvety voice, steady and soothing, like he enjoys every breathless little sound you make. “that’s it... just like that, i’ve got you.”

gentleman!dazai, who teases without touching—hovering fingers just above where you want him, until you’re the one whispering “please.” he isn’t above making you beg, but only because he wants you to mean it.

gentleman!dazai, who takes his time like he’s got forever, and wants to spend all of it on you.

note.: thought i’d give you guys something to chew on while i work on the kinktober fanfics and the yosano request! (i actually have so many more thoughts for other characters as well.) ᯓ★ chuuya version here

↪thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated! MLIST

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Chuuya as Penelope from Epic the musical.! (Design by yumeirei on YouTube)

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Stop looking back at yourself with such disdain it's literally more cringe than whatever you were doing wrong back then

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tgc @vvkrelleel

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the day chuuya picked up... catzai?

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a little silly

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It’s been like 2 hours and I’m still working on some pose drawing 💔 BROTHER DOESNT EVEN HAVE ANY CLOTHES I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE A SIMPLE SKETCH BIT IM LOWKEY LOCKED IN RN FOR SOME REASON like I wasnt even gonna give it hands and now I’m drawing them 💔💔 ts pmo icl tbh xyz abcdefg lmnop

youre so real for that

"im gonna make a simple sketch!"

"oh no!"

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JUST A LITTLE LONGER — OSAMU DAZAI X READER๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑

it was just supposed to be a five minute break. your fingers were cramping with how long you've been typing up your latest report. however, your time laying on the couch was interrupted by your lazy, dramatic boyfriend. bickering back n forth went on with you; until he eventually convinced you to lay down with you. but convince, he peppered kisses to your cheeks, reaching your lips and you pulled him down to kiss him properly.

now here you both were; curled up on the couches laying down on top of him. head resting against his chest as he arms wrapped around you lazily, fingers running up and down your spine. his chin resting on your crown. "didn't you say you have to get back to work, belladonna~?" dazai has asked, tired eyes and a smile on his lips. you snuggle into him more, moving your head to face the cushions of the couch; still resting on dazai. "mhm..i do" you mummered, fighting to keep your eyes open.

"but you've kidnapped me." "oh?" he gasped, feigning innocence. "i simply provided you with an extra seat comfort. how would i have known you'd melt into me like this?"

you stayed silent—you're breathing turning slow and lazy, fingers soon stop scratching his back. "you're tired." his voice dropped softly—more if a statement than a question. you nod against him.

he moved ever so slightly, kissing the crown of your head hearing you whine softly. a 'sorry' for disturbing your comfort and got more comfortable himself. "then rest. ill keep watch." he mummered, closing his own for a moment. you snicker, opening on eye and lazily looked up from his chest to him—"you? keep watch? you'd fall asleep before me.." you moved back to your original position.

he smirked, eyes gleaming. "you know i can't fight it, then at least we've gotten a more than well rested slumber." he kissed the top of your head, leaning his head back on the arm of the couch and rubbing soft circles under your shirt on your bare skin. lulling you to sleep. in that moment; you felt the struggles, pain, a noise of your world go quiet.

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bandaged in strawberry pink! (osamu dazai - req)

@poorwhayfairingstranger here is ur req!!! i loved writing it so so so much i hope it came out the way you wanted it to :3

"do you like the dinosaurs or the bunnies better?"

you don’t ask him directly, of course.

you just… watch.

every day after his birthday, your eyes flick to his hands, his arms, the edge of his collar — scanning for signs of a bandage, of any of the ridiculous designs you wrapped up in a gift bag and shoved at him with a rushed “happy birthday, loser” before scurrying off.

you’d picked them out carefully.

neon-colored aliens, sakura petals, moody little bats, sparkly cats with oversized sunglasses. even a box of ones shaped like tiny pink hearts.

(just for fun. not that you expected him to wear those…)

but he does.

not always. not predictably.

but every now and then, you catch a flash of something bright on his knuckle, peeking out from his sleeve, pressed crooked over the bridge of his nose.

today it’s a tiny strawberry.

you spot it when he reaches for his coffee, the curve of it hugging the inside of his finger, almost hidden.

your breath catches.

you say nothing.

but dazai sees you looking.

he smiles like he knows.

“…what?” you say, trying to sound casual. “you’re the one who’s always hurt.”

“mm,” he hums. “and you’re the one who always notices.”

he doesn’t say thank you.

he just keeps wearing them.

and you keep checking.

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birthday wishlist:

more time

less time

the right time