#I DESERVE A SQUISHY OSAMU IN MY LIFE.

[chuunai]

Henlo I have something to add to the 100 followers event if that’s cool

Dazai with scenario 2 and prompt 16. Idk how these things traditionally go but…. Your stuff seems good so far and I’m excited to see what you do with this

Thank you thank you, Anon. Also sorry for how long this took everyone I swear I’m combing through the requests 3_3

✧˚ · . dad first, detective second - dazai osamu

who would’ve imagined the demon prodigy having a hellion of his own?

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → baby baby baby, Dazai really likes your boobs, etc.

It’s a perfect night, really.

Your warm body resting against his, limbs lazily tossed over each other as you snuggled and acted like lovesick fools. Moonlight poured in from the cracks of the curtains, casting small slivers on your face. Dazai couldn’t help but think of an angel when it came to you. A heavenly being that granted him a new life and forgave him for his past.

Nudging at your cheek with his nose, his voice came out in a sleepy tone.

“You should sleep, [name].”

His hand reached up to cup your face, playfully using his thumbs to gently close your eyelids like one would do with a body. He’d seen many people in the Mafia do that—try and make the deaths they caused seem more peaceful rather than a brutal end. Dazai himself never did that. No need in beautifying a simple concept of its finality and simplicity.

“Can’t. I know she’s about to wake up. It’s nearly eleven, and we put her to sleep at seven. I can tell.”

You shook your head stubbornly, looking at the baby monitor nearby where static noise and the occasional mix of a tiny snore and coo came from.

His little hellion.

Really, he had no clue how he got so lucky. First with the fact that he impregnated you and you carried his baby. Second with the fact that he had his own family now. And third with the fact she looked so much like him. Thick brown curls of hair on her head, big curious eyes that looked at him so adoringly. The tiny freckles and birthmarks scattered across her skin. She had some of your features, yes, but they were more subtle than his features.

Coupled with the fact that she was a bundle of energy and sass like him.

“I insist, pretty. Shinju needs her daddy too.”

He knew how much she made you tired with her habit for refusing to nap for more than an hour or two coupled with breastfeeding and the general responsibility and time that being a mom took. Dazai wanted to spend time with his daughter too and relieve your stress. You’d get sleep, he’d get to see Shinju. Win-win, in all accounts.

Hell, he even gave you puppy eyes in the darkness of your room.

“I…fine. But don’t wake me up if you screw up.”

Dramatically, he sighed and frowned, placing a hand on his heart.

“Does my ‘bella really think I’m an incompetent father? How heartbreaking and cruel of her!”

Much to his relief, you playfully groaned, pinching his sides lightly.

“I didn’t say that, dummy. God, I swear Shinju is more mature than you.”

Jesus, you were so insulting tonight. How was the baby that tried to put anything she could in her mouth more mature than him? Sure, he was a bit funny and childish, but he wasn’t a baby. Well, if he had his face buried in your boobs he’d be a baby. Still, it’s not his fault that they’re just so big and warm and squishy and seem to beg for his attention.

Which is what he soon did, resting his head on your chest while cupping them softly. You were wearing one of his shirts and a nursing bra underneath. He wished you weren’t wearing anything at all, but it wasn’t fair to ask for that when you recently gave birth just a mere two months ago. His libido lowered itself only for you. And when you did have sex—quickies when Shinju would nap—, he was so much nicer and loving than usual. The mother of his child didn’t deserve rough mean sex, no, she deserved gentle treatment under the sheets of their futon.

You deserved everything that he could possibly give you.

So when the small baby demon eventually began to wake up and whimper, he pressed a kiss onto your cheek and slowly got up, whistling a small tune under his breath before waking to the makeshift nursery nearby.

Opening the door slowly, he made his way to the crib and picked up his sniffling newborn, shushing her comfortingly.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Daddy’s here. We don’t want to wake up mama, okay?”

Her tiny hands balled up into fists, weakly moving around and occasionally hitting his chest. Sitting down on the rocking chair nearby, he fumbled around for one of her stuffed animals, grabbing the familiar bunny as he placed it in her arms.

“Look there, Shinju. It’s your bunny!”

From an authoritative Mafia executive to a tired loving father. Lord, Chuuya would be laughing his ass off. Or have that stupid face of confusion while he’d berate Dazai with questions about what unlucky woman had to bear his spawn. But what could that short alcoholic of a ginger say? No woman wanted to birth his babies.

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when Shinju’s tiny fingers began to grab at his chest, thinking he could feed her too. He could, just not straight from the source unlike you. Standing up, he went over to the mini-fridge nearby which contained bottles of your milk. It wasn’t too chilly, and so he carried it and the cooing baby to the kitchen where he warmed it up in the microwave.

After it warmed up, he carefully began to feed her, leaning back against the counter as he did so.

It still felt so odd to him. Caring and loving someone he helped to create. His self from ten years ago would never believe it—that they’d find love and even have a baby after escaping the Mafia. He had you to thank for that. The one who picked up the discarded pieces of his soul and welded it into the man he is today—a father first, and a detective second.

Kinda rushed the end but I couldn’t think of anything more :(

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Ok ok ok!

I have curious for a while...

What if... The BSD Cast know that their Guiding Light is down bad for them?

Like- Y/n squeal every time they see a random BSD chars.

And when they finally have the access to their Guiding Light phone, browse on the Pinterest just to see most of them is the BSD Cast?

That would be hilarious 😂

Especially Dazai, when he browse the Pinterest, he sees that most of them (fanart or sum) were he being sussy and a BOTTOM👀

(Bottom Dazai is my life source 🛐)

How would the Cast react to this tho?

Also, yes, the reader just see the minors in BSD as platonic, the reader seriously want to kidna- i mean... Adopted all of them right away 🤡💦

Big fan

Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu x GN! Reader

Description: BSD Cast knew that they have fans from the real world. And, of course, they expect, that you are also one of the fans. But, yiu not a simple fan. Yiu are quite a fan.

Warning: OOC, English is my second language.

🪢🦀 Having fans became an expected, but, slightly unpleasant surprise.

🪢🦀 On the one hand, BSD Cast don't like to think about being fictional, but, it's the fact, they have fans, and, even after BSD cast reach the real world, fans won't disappear.

🪢🦀 On the other hand, fans were kind of interesting to observe. Fanarts were nice. Cosplay photos, while a little bit awkward, were fun to look at. Fanfiction... And some fun theories were interesting.

🪢🦀 So, they expect, that Guiding Light also will be BSD fan. They aren't against it. Because of that, they got you as the Reader, and they can't ask for a better person. And, hey, a reason for some friendly teasing.

🪢🦀 Yet, they have a feeling, that you really liked BSD. Otherwise, they can't explain, what happened few days ago.

______

They were close in getting full access to your phone. They were close to browsing the Internet without you. But, even right now, they can take a look at whatever you were looking at.

Someone posted a top twenty manga characters. Dazai, Ranpo, Yosano and Tetchou were on the list.

And each time you giggled, when you saw them.

You sounded so happy, when you saw them.

It happened before.

Each time, someone online mentioned Bungou Stray Dogs as a recommendation to watch, they heard you talking.

"That's right! BSD deserves more recognition!"

__________

🪢🦀 So, they knew, that you were are devoted fan. Now, they wanted to find out, who is your favorite among them.

🪢🦀 So, the day, when they gain access to your phone, became a moment of truth. Now, they will see, who is your favorite.

______

You were... not just a devoted fan...

You were quite a fan.

You had galleries, full of arts, for all of them.

And you leave comments under every art!

"[Adult Character name] is so handsome/beautiful."

"[Child character name] is so cute. I want to adopt."

"[Old character name] looks cool."

The meeting room was silent. They were looking at the Screen.

"That's a lot of Dazai's fanart" finally spoke Kunikida, looking at your gallery with Dazai's saved arts.

You had galleries for all BSD characters. Dozens or hundreds of art. But, with Dazai... You had few thousands of arts.

And, on all the arts, Dazai looked... Soft to touch.

And your comments...

"Dazai looked so squishy. I want to squeeze him."

"Look, how soft he looks. Maybe, if you listen closer, you would hear him meowing."

You do have similar comments about others, but, it was clear. Dazai is your favorite.

_______

🪢🦀 Dazai is in heaven. He feels so happy and proud of himself.

🪢🦀 He is your favorite! He! Others can gift you their cards or send you in-game presents, but, he will remain your favorite!

🪢🦀 Dazai is secretly training his 'soft face and eyes', so he can make you happy.

🪢🦀 Also, he is planning to tease you for years.

🪢🦀 Still, it's cute, to see, how much you love all of them. It feels nice.

[emmyrosee]

Emmy please give me more on play fighting with Samu I will absolutely gobble that up. Just him chasing you around the house and dashing around corners to catch you before picking you up, pinning you down, and tickling the life out of you. Please I am absolutely obsessed with your writing -pip anon

lol jokes on you, HE gobbles YOU up.

You’re literally just his favorite distraction, he can’t help himself. Merely you poking your head around the corner and calling him an idiot is enough to have him sprinting straight towards you to absolutely eat you.

It’s all the more amusing, because Samu always wears socks in the house, and as he’s making an absolute mad dash towards you, his feet slip out from under him and he looks like a cartoon character, and when you head the loud BOOMF against the wall, you know he’s absolutely eaten shit.

You pause to cackle and point at him, knowing it lights an even bigger fire under his ass, and he grins at your audacity. “You wanna fuckin’ laugh?” He snarls, sprinting towards you again, except this time, you’re unable to get the faster footing as he scoops you up in his arms, smirking as you kick and fight wildly in his grip.

When he tosses you unceremoniously onto the couch, you scramble to get away, but are unsuccessful as a massive paw wraps around your ankle and positively drags you back down towards him. He straddles you, careful to kneel his weight off of you, “I’ll give you somethin’ to fuckin laugh at.”

And he’s an absolute merciless man, just grabbing and tickling everywhere he can, teeth biting at your ears and neck with playful, animalistic growls and absolutely ignoring your shoves at his broad chest to get him away from you.

“I-I-I don’t l-like you!” You whine, giggles and snorts babbling from your mouth in wild ways. His brows shoot up in faux surprise. “You’re ssso mean to me!”

“I am?” He gasps, his tickling hands now balling into fists to playfully and lightly punch at your belly. “You’re the one who laughed at me when I fell!”

“I-it was funny!” You giggle, trying to curl away from his fake, gentle punches. He finally sighs and cards his floppy dark locks away, blinking down at your glimmering eyes and smile still etched into your face, taking in the sight selfishly before he ducks down to nudge your nose with his.

“Tell me you love me?” He whispers, smiling happily as your arms toss around his thick neck and fingers tangle in his hair.

“I love you, Osamu.”

“Again.”

This time, you plant a kiss to the side of his nose adoringly, “I love you so much, Osamu.”

“One more,” he murmurs happily, laying himself on top of you like a large dog, his nose burrowing against your chest and arms wrapped around you.

“I love you,” you kiss the crown of his head. “So much, Miya Osamu.”

“I love you more,” he hums, officially happy to just be in your arms.

Until next time, anyways.

[straymackerel]

Can I request hc of Dazai and Ranpo with an s/o who is pretty intelligent but tends to undermine her own skills due to being constantly brushed off by nearly every authority figure in her life? She loves science and criminology but usually keeps it a secret since too many ppl fussed over it. Thank you🥺

➽─{awww my soft squishy heart ~ no one deserves to feel incapable like that}─❥

dazai osamu

• it all starts when dazai leaves new ada files wide open in the kitchen.

• “hey, that’s confidential!” he shouts playfully when he walks in on you skimming through them

• “but i wanna know more about your job,” you say back, a half-truth at best.

• (he actually couldn’t care less about the client’s privacy, and does nothing to stop you)

• “you figure anything out?” he asks after a while of observing you over a cup of coffee

• “not really, i’m purely curious,” you say, even though you’ve spotted many similarities between this case and another one you’ve been following for months.

• “darling, look up. look at me.” your head shoots up as he asks: “why are you lying to me?”

• your heart drops. it takes a long time, but he manages to draw an answer out of you––an answer he clearly doesn’t like.

• “you’re kidding, right? you understand that i have impeccable taste in women, right?! of course you have a good head on your shoulders!” he cries, flirtatious as ever

• he asks about your findings with genuine enthusiasm and interest, nodding with bright eyes as you explain your theories

• at first you’re unsure of yourself, but his constant affirmations eventually lead you to focus on your passion rather than your fears. you pick up the pace, eager to finally share with someone who values your thoughts.

• when he comes home from work, he confirms that your ideas have opened up promising new leads. “though it hardly comes as a surprise,” he adds.

• dazai wants to keep you out of harm’s way, so he quickly banishes the thought of letting the armed detective agency employ you

• dazai can’t lose another loved one; not when he’s just recovering, not when he’s still in yokohama. but he’ll help you switch your career/pathway if you’d like, scouring job listings for you. 

• (perhaps you’d like to become a private investigator at a more low-profile firm? or maybe use your background in science to work forensics for the police?)

• will joke about bringing you to work though, another tool in his arsenal of flattery

• “do me a favor and just do my job for me from now on? pretty pleeeeease??”

edogawa ranpo

• he noticed your potential to become a detective (or a scientist or anything you really wanna be tbh) from day one.

• though he usually keeps hush about his impressions of others (like dazai being ex-mafia), for some reason he can’t keep this one to himself.

• it’s in the way you flip through a newspaper, the way you take in your surroundings, the way you have some quiet background knowledge on every case he brags to you about, etc.

• (ha, you thought you could keep secrets from ranpo?? you may as well be screaming at him that you love criminology)

• it’s obvious you downplay yourself, and that doesn’t sit well with someone whose ego is so inflated.

• randomly, one night in bed: “you’re pretty observant, aren’t you?”

• you startle, nearly falling off the mattress because you thought he was already asleep.

• “compared to you? not at all,” you reply without so much as a second thought

• “that’s not my point,” he shoots back. “but if we’re talking comparisons, you must be on par with some of my coworkers. i’m sure of it.”

• the only time ranpo says things he doesn’t mean is when he’s being testy and childish, so you take his words at face value…

• …but that doesn’t make it any easier to absorb. you turn his words over in your head before asking how he came to that conclusion. “how do you figure?”

• “going through my process like a good old-fashioned detective? not interested,” he says, pulling the covers over his head. “bedtime!”

• “explain yourself!!” you cry, but to no avail. feel free to try again in the morning, but he literally wakes up on a mission;

• the next day, ranpo sets out to harass fukuzawa. the one-sided discussion ends quickly.

• whatever ranpo wants from the ada, he gets from the ada. in this case, it’s a job for you. not as a secretary, but as a full-fledged detective. don’t have an ability? doesn’t matter, you’re a permanent addition now.

• though you may never outshine ranpo, he will always rely on you to get to and from the office 😅😅

[chuunai]

hey, congrats 100 followers !! i would love to join your celebration♡ may i request beastzai (or js adazai) with the scenario married life (1) & all in all, it was a typical tuesday (8) as the prompt ?

congrats on 100 again !!!! it’s a big number and a big achievement !!

I think Dazai is really hot too.

✧˚ · . vroom vroom, than a table for two - dazai osamu

he certainly couldn’t complain.

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → icky PDA, cutesy nicknames, minor mention of sex (it’s like barely there though) and overall puppy husband dazai. also obvious mentions of suicide its DAZAI

It was Tuesday.

And also another hardworking day at the Agency. So, so tiring, according to your husband—not that he ever worked—to the point where he simply needed a break with his lovely spouse. That’s how you found yourself hand-in-hand with him during your lunch break, walking down the sidewalks of Yokohama while he excitedly spoke about a new suicide method he had heard of.

Yesterday was a homemade shrapnel bomb, today was a wrecking ball.

“Basically, you hide out in a building that’s scheduled to be demolished and eventually it collapses on you! Pretty sweet, isn’t it?”

Quirking an eyebrow, he turned to you expectantly, a cheery smile on his face. It was quick, painless enough method of suicide. Beautiful in a way, too. Sunlight would be warming his skin, the air fresh and crisp and then tons of concrete and plaster would crush his entire body in one fell swoop. No pain, just gain of access to the afterlife.

Looking back at him, you sheepishly shrugged, replying back to amuse both him and yourself. 50% of the time, his attempts were idiotic and funny, the other 50% was genuinely worrying and mildly terrifying. Today seemed to be the former, though. Thankfully.

Plus, it wasn’t like the method would even work due to some random info you found out about on the internet.

“Yeah, but I’m like, ninety-nine percent sure they check the buildings for people before they demolish them. So you’d get found out.”

Your tone was as equally playful and light as his. He wouldn’t really kill himself. You weren’t ready for a double suicide yet, sadly. His lips curled into a frown when you mentioned how it wouldn’t work, his fingers squeezing yours as he exaggerated his sigh.

“And here I was, certain of my demise! Guess that means I’ll be with you a bit longer, darling.”

Not that he really minded.

Sure, he constantly went off about suicide and how beautiful the whole concept was, but at the end of the day, he wouldn’t want to die without you at his side. He’s firmly one of those people who’d kill himself after his beloved died. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself after you died. Sure, he made Odasaku a promise, but he made you a vow.

Until death do them part.

When you died, so would he.

But no one was dying today. Just a happy day for a happy couple.

Dazai’s hand slipped out of yours, curling around your hips instead as he pulled you closer to his side. He wanted to show off his pretty partner to anyone who happened to look over at you two. Show off the person who owns his heart and soul and is his perfect reason to live for just a little bit longer. No one else deserved his gorgeous belladonna.

Just him and him only.

Only Dazai could kiss your lips at any given moment—publicly or privately—, and only he could watch you dress up for dates, brushing out your hair while he mumbled compliments into the spot where your collarbone met your neck. Only Dazai could spend hours with you at night, hearing his name from your lips while his fingers intertwined with yours at the intimate moments.

No one else could hope to do the same with you.

That’s why he soon was leading you into a bakery, the smell of pastries and bread flooding the air as he looked over the treats in the display cases. Black sesame roll cakes, all squishy looking and yummy. The cookies ranging from chocolate chip to matcha and plain vanilla. They all looked so good, but the prices weren’t quite the same.

God, when it came to money, Dazai wished he was still in the Mafia. At least he had tons of it back then.

Now, he had to be a bit more frugal with his income from the Agency. Sure, you guys weren’t dirt poor or unable to afford food and other necessities, but you couldn’t always get special snacks like this. Maybe once every week or two, if you could do so.

Nudging your shoulder, he tapped the glass, looking at you expectantly. He always did this—letting you choose what the two of you would eat. Dazai didn’t mind either. You had good taste unlike his diet of canned crab and alcohol.

“I trust my lovely spouse’s taste and that you’ll pick something good like always.”

He was such a puppy. Only for you, he thought.

“Uhmm…dunno. Pick a number, one or two.”

Dazai placed a finger on his lips, pretending to be in thought like it was the most important decision in his twenty-two years of life so far. Brows furrowed in concentration, eyes darting between you and the sweet treats while he hummed quietly. One or two? Eh. He’d go with two. There was the two of you here, after all.

“Two.”

He watched as you pointed at a slice of strawberry cheesecake, your eyes looking at him for approval. Honestly, Dazai never understood why you wanted his approval for everything. You were his equal—his life partner, nonetheless—so there was really no need for this behavior. But he couldn’t blame you. Even now, he had a bit of a commanding aura.

“Oooooh, that looks good! Knew you’d pick something tasty.”

Dazai pecked your cheek affectionately while he held your hand walking to the counter, ordering two slices of strawberry cheesecake, taking out Kunikida’s credit card that he had ‘borrowed’ from the blondie earlier at work. Compared to the thievery he had committed in his younger years, it was practically begging to be used with how his wallet was smack dab in the middle of his desk.

Carefully holding the two plates of the cheesecake slices, he led you over to a table in the corner, giving you a fork as he sat down across from you. He didn’t eat until you dug into your piece first, making sounds of contentment as sweetness coated both your taste buds. Geez, it was good. Worth the price for sure. The corner of your lips were stained with the white frosting, and so he swiped his thumb over the mess, cooing at you like a parent.

“Ah ah, ‘donna. You’re getting messy.”

Dazai liked the flush of your face. How flustered you were as you insisted you could clean yourself and that you weren’t a baby and a fully capable grown adult.

“I’m not a baby, ‘samu! I can take care of myself, ‘kay?”

Of course, of course.

“Uh-huh. And you’re not a baby. You’re my baby. My clumsy little baby who can’t eat without making a mess.”

Chewing on the rest of his slice, minutes passed, filled with conversations between the two of you about work, how Atsushi was doing—probably still traumatized and fucked over, is what you both agreed about—, plans for dinner. You tastefully ignored his comment about what he wanted for dessert. At least there weren’t any kids in the bakery.

Thankfully for everyone else in the establishment, your ‘lunch’ was finished. Walking out of the cafe, he clasped onto your hand firmly, feeling his wedding ring rub against your skin. The sounds of honking and birds chirping filled the air, but all Dazai could hear were your gentle breaths coupled with the sound of your footsteps.

Nothing really mattered besides you, in his eyes.

His everything—his reason to live.

Eternally.

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts