#dazai oneshot

[sillyfishies]

Dont Hug Me I'm.... A Stray Dog?

[jubilee40]

“They hurt your feelings, Bella Donna?” Osamu asks, between neck kisses.

You sniffled and nodded into his chest. You straddled your fiance’s lap with your hands wrapped around his long neck.

“I don't understand, Osamu. I handed out flyers and made cookies for the possible new club members too.” You cried, tears staining his light brown trenchcoat.

“It's okay, Bella Donna.” Your fiance says in a comforting tone, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

“How dare they make my darling bella donna cry.” Mafia Port Executive Osamu Dazai thinks. One hand wrapped around your waist while the other rubs soft caresses on your back, his mind already plotting ways to handle your fellow college classmates for embarrassing you and making you cry.

[hopelessdazai]

✿ 》 Will you talk to me again?

╰⧼ 🪻 note.. ⧽ ; I don't expect this to do well because its not smut but it'd be nice !! reblogs appreciated, support your creators :)

╰⧼ ☀️ features.. ⧽ ; @saelique angst collab!! dazai x gn!reader, WC ; 784

╰⧼ 🌙 contents.. ⧽ ; angst, reader isn't alive, letter from dazai. he's trying very hard to keep himself stable but it's not working™.

To my dearest ______ .

It's been a while, hasn't it? I hope you don't mind me writing to you like this, it's simply been too long. I'm sure you're still angry at me, so seeing you physically isn't my best interest right now! haha, I'm sorry. you know I'm just joking around, don't you? I'd love to see you in person. I'm sure you would've punched my arm if you heard me out loud right now, wouldn't you? I'm glad I'm spared of the bruises.

what does someone put in a letter? that's what I was asking myself before I even began writing. I decided that the best way to do something like this was to just write whatever I feel true as pen touches paper. I hope it makes sense to you, at the least. if I'm pouring my heart out on some paper only for it to be misunderstood, it feels like a waste, no?

though, i'd be lying if i said it wouldn't be rather cute to see you try to fathom what I mean. did you know you scrunch your nose like a bunny sometimes when you're reading? I'm sure you're doing that now too. you'll get wrinkles very at this rate ..

but anyway, I managed to prank kunikida the other day! you remember that hair dye trick I'd told you about? I managed to break into his apartment and swap out his shampoo, at last! he came into work the next day with black hair, it was hilarious, you should've been here! he was so angry with me. beat me black and blue!

oh, _____. I got a new heated blanket for our bed, you know? it took a while to save up for it, and I had to cut out some other necessities, sure. but it makes everything so much better! I hate cold beds, I'm sure you know that better then anyone. haha, back before we moved in together when I'd break into your apartment and crawl into bed with you. I'm sorry for the amount of locks I broke, but your place was so cozy!

... you know, it's been really hard without you here. I miss you so painfully, and I don't mean to call into the void without even an echo, but its killing me to pretend I'm fine about any of this. I'm not fine with this, how am I supposed to be? I wish it was just a bad dream.

I don't want to have to write letters to you anymore, ______. I don't want to have to buy heated blankets to try and stop my arms from aching for your warmth. I don't want you to be angry with me, I'm sorry I didn't apologise to you before you were gone. I shouldn't have been so stupid.

i had so many words on my mind that I was too afraid to say. maybe if I faced myself and told you 'I love you' it would've stopped you leaving.

have you met odasaku yet? has he told you any stories of his time? I wish I could hear your voice again. I wish you could answer my questions. even to hear you scoff at my stupidity again would heal me. I'm sorry I was annoying, I just wanted your attention. it stings knowing I'll never get it again.

I can't keep repeating to myself that you're not gone. I can't keep buying your perfume and pretending that you're in the next room over. your pillow doesn't smell like you anymore.

I wish I could apologise properly. I wish I could've stopped you from leaving the house that night. I wish I could kill myself to join you and yet I know we won't cross paths again in the afterlife. you were always too good for me, ______. i was nothing compared to you.

i picked up a homeless dog yesterday. you'd always wanted a puppy, I'm sorry I never let you bring one home. I named it after you. im trying to get used to them, I promise. if I couldn't save you, I'll save your name.

I'm sorry. if I continue writing, my throat will hurt more. its strange, isn't it? crying makes your throat sore. I forgot what it was like for a while, I remember laying in your arms wondering if I'd ever have a reason to cry again. now I can't seem to help myself.

keep your wings clean for me, white looks good on you. its a shame you couldn't wear the wedding attire i wished to see you in one day. you would've looked amazing.

I'll write again, missing you is the greatest honor.

sincerely, your osamu.

[poeticlilies]

Dazai with a reader who’s really motherly with him? I feel like he secretly craves to be coddled but he plays it off with jokes for a while until a certain point where he just breaks :(

also I’m sorry if my request got sent more than once, tumblr is being silly ‼️

♡ My baby, my baby...

Dazai Osamu x Reader

Desc: Comforting Dazai. (fem reader)

TW/CW: mental breakdowns, joking about mental health, dark thoughts, suicide, self-harm, mentions of religion (usage of word "God"), usage of "Y/N", angst -> hurt/comfort

It hurt.

It hurt so, so much Dazai Osamu thought that God had finally pitied him and was letting him die.

He couldn't breathe; his lungs felt like they were collapsing in on themselves, and he sobbed, trying to let oxygen back into his lungs as they burned.

"Just get home," his mind repeated. "Just get home and you can see Y/N again."

A foreign corner of his heart quieted it's pounding; slowing down to consider the thought of keeping quiet long enough to see you. It agreed, happy at the thought of you; and after five minutes Dazai got up and walked out of the closet he had locked himself inside.

Kunikida stared at him, stopping mid-rant as concern flashed over his coworker's face; but before the blond could say anything, Dazai was out the door and on his way to see you again. The annoying ringing of his cellphone wasn't present; which means that Kunikida probably laid off of him and let him go home early.

He doesn't even remember going home, doesn't remember the sidewalk, the train ride, or the winding little path leading to the quaint little neighborhood; doesn't remember unlocking the front door and taking his shoes off, heart beginning to race again as it protests for the mind to uphold it's part of the deal.

"Y/N?.." he calls weakly; stumbling around your shared home. "Y/N!"

His mind begins to race, panicking; what if you had gotten kidnapped? or hurt? what if the Port Mafia took you? what if-- but his thoughts were cut off when the angel that is you, in your everlasting glory, appeared; dressed in shorts and a sweater, surprised (and a little concerned) to why he was home so early and stumbling around your shared house like a drunkard.

He barely hears the worried gasp of his name; barely processes anything before he's lunging for you, arms flying around your torso and coiling around it, tears coming to his eyes as he sobs in relief, crying and blubbering as he's finally back in your loving arms.

He feels the hand you have on his head caressing his hair gently as if he were a glass ornament that would break apart at the slightest touch, and he cries harder; burying his face into your stomach as he sinks down closer to the floor. He feels you crouching down with him; cradling his head against your chest as you murmur warm words that slither inside through his ears to his heart, comforting it as you hold him in your embrace.

You had never seen him like this; had always known the strong, brave Dazai Osamu; had always seen the confident, cocky, brave persona he put on. Whenever you tried to coddle him, he had brushed it off; but you never missed the slight twitch of his eyes, the lingering look in them as he turned away, the way his hand rested on top of yours for a second too long before he pulled away.

That's why you kept going; kept pushing at his walls, begging and pleading for him to let them down; that you weren't going to hurt him like everybody else, weren't going to be let in only to stab at everything in a frenzy like everyone else. No, you wanted to love him; to cherish him and to make him feel loved as you protected him from the world and it's miseries the way he did to countless other individuals.

And it worked; hence the events of today, as Dazai clings to your sweater and sobs.

"Shhh... Shhh.. baby, what's wrong?.." you murmur, finally; petting his hair as he begins to quiet down, obediently following your words.

"M-Missed you." he states, quietly, simply. "Missed y-you so much; c-couldn't think. Could-dn't do a-anything. Missed you so bad..." he whispers, tearing up again.

"Shh.." you whisper again; lifting his face up and kissing his cheeks. "Cmon, baby; you can tell me what's wrong. It's alright, darling."

And Dazai Osamu only falls deeper in love with you.

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YAHOO!! sorry if u wanted smt else this was the way i interpreted it :(

[livelaughlovesubs]

Nini!!! I have an idea, if ur still busy making that fic then take ur time with this ask. Soooo this might be a lil bit inappropriate butttt how abt cockwarming dazai while he tries to work?? Again if ur still busy with that fic u mentioned on ur last post then don’t mind me! (=^ ◡ ^=)

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- 🎀

Dw, you aren’t bothering me, you’d never bother me with your lovely asks ☺️ (sorry that I took so long, I literally have to force myself to feed ya’ll) and it’s a little short, sorry for that

Dom!reader x sub!dazai

Warning: cockwarming, strap or dick - you can interpret it however you want, reader is gender neutral

He sighed when he glanced over the mountains of paperwork on his desk, you could even say he whined. Slumping down and pouting, throwing the led in his hand onto the table. “What’s with all this work?” The boy complained, before he leaned back against his seat, cuddling up against you. “Do we really have to wait until I’m finished?”

Today was like any other day, with dazai refusing to do any of his assignments. Mori wanted you to do something about it, and as much as you’d like to protest, he was your boss after all. Which is why you decided to make it fun for you as well. That led to your current situation, with dazai sitting in your lap and diligently working, all while your dick was buried deep inside him.

Your hands fit perfectly on his slim waist, holding him and making sure that he stays still. The feeling of his smooth skin was nice to the touch, and you rested your head on his shoulder. Sometimes when you exhaled, the hot air would tickled his ears. If you weren’t easing him, then he doesn’t know what it was. How can you expect him to do all of this while you are touching him like you are about to bend him over? Not that he minds, he desperately wants you to do so. How long has he waited for any action to happen? Maybe hours now.

He felt full and filled, it was a very erotic experience. Every once in a while his insides would clench around you, and he’d squeeze his thighs together. This was worse than any torture methods he learned, much worse. The words on the paper in front of him started to blur, it was like he forgot how to read. Yet again he slumped back against you, biting his bottom lip at the small yet delicious friction that gave him. “Hmm..! God, y/n, can’t you just fuck me?”

Dazai really couldn’t wait any longer. He already worked for more than an hour, can’t you do him a small favour? Subconsciously, or maybe he knew what he was doing, he rocked his hips. The boy moved so slow, like a ship sailing on a calm ocean, he thought you wouldn’t notice. In contrary you did saw it, and grabbed his chin to make him face you, then you whispered your answer, “no.”

Without giving him any reasoning, only a cold and commanding refusal. For some reasons it made him even more wet, he felt his body shake and his dick twitch at your voice. His precum was dripping down his shaft and coating his soft thighs, you’d even dare say he looked like a girl with all those fluids he let out. “If you want to get fucked so bad, finish your work sooner.” You suggested, though he knew you weren’t giving him an inch. It was an order and you weren’t going to show him mercy. Fine, guess he will have to use his trump card.

Suddenly, he raised his shoulders, they were now reaching his ears. Then he slowly started to sob, small delicate tears rolled down his rosy cheeks. Afterwards he did a dramatic turn, staring back at you with the most pitiful and vulnerable expression he could muster. The way desire and need blended perfectly in his eyes was seductive, though the pose he did was the one of an innocent maiden. Some strands of his bangs stuck to his forehead, and his lips were slightly parted. In that moment, he looked straight out of a painting, like an angel that descended upon the moral realm.

“Please..” Dazai began his act, mumbling in a meek tone, as if he was embarrassed of himself. “Fuck me.. I want it so bad.” The way he stressed the last two words was the peak of acting, he could win an Oscar with that one. It took you every resolve and self control you had to not throw him onto the table and fuck him. If you were to wait any longer, it was going to be a torture for you too. More tears flowed down his pretty face, those water droplets were like diamond shining in the sun light, emphasising his helplessness even more.

That man knew what he was doing and did it with passion, if he wants something he will get it, that’s what his body language told you. Which is why you especially want to go against it. “No is no, osamu, if you don’t finish this until dawn I’ll just leave and go drinking with chuuya.” You warned him, but it was more like a threat. He gasped a little, now crying a little louder than before. “Oh.. how cruel of you..! Can chuuya give you the things I can offer?” There was no answer to that question, you didn’t want to because you knew he could use it against you. Instead you gave him a little trust, enough to make his back arch. “AhHHh~ m-mhm..” the male moaned out, he did not hold back at all.

“go back to work.” You chuckled as you said, resting your chin on his shoulder again. “Hm.. mean..” and now he was pouting again, oh well, let’s see how long he can still play this game until he breaks. You weren’t going to be the first one to crumble. All you had to do was lay back and watch the play unfold. “Do as you wish, dazai, you have time until dawn.”

[theprettywriter]

His lovely love : Osamu Dazai

Dazai loves you a lot. He loves you so much but he never expected the possibility of you getting hurt in any way. Because he will always stand between you and the harm. But he realised that you could get hurt when he wasn't around. And safe to say that the sight of you injured was his least favorite one.

Warnings : fluff, a little angst, minor injury

Author's pov

It was another peaceful day for you and another lazy day at work for dazai. The day started like usual. You waking up from your alarm, wrapped up in dazai's arms, your back pressed against his chest while he slept with his face buried in your hair and his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. You had turned around in his arms and buried your face in his chest to ignore the reality for a few more minutes and stay in the arms of your lover who hummed raspily and held you tighter.

Sleep was like a guest for dazai which only came once in a while. But there were times like these when he'd fall asleep so quickly, in your warmth and gentle touch that seemed to lull him into a sweet slumber. It was times like this when he felt safe and loved. And seeing your face the first thing in the morning after walking up was the highlight of his day.

A small part of him whispered to him that the day started a little too perfect. When the night before you had drifted off to sleep in his arms, he had watched you for a while with eyes containing softness only for you. In the morning when he woke up to find you softly tracing mindless patterns on his bandaged chest, he let out a small sigh of relief. Relief of what exactly? He didn't quite know. Maybe the relief of waking up next to you. Or maybe the relief of you walking in his life like a light to his darkness.

When you quietly whispered for him to wake up, or he'd get late to work, he only mumbled something In response before pulling you back in his arms. And when he woke up half an hour later by the smell of food, he didn't bother to wear a shirt and walked out of his room in some sweatpants. When he found you in his small kitchen wearing just his shirt that was a little too big on you, that small part of him whispered again that the day was too perfect. But he decided to ignore it when you turned around and looked at him with the smile that brightened his whole life. He ignored it when you skipped towards him and stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. But even when you were on your tiptoes he still had to lean his head down a little for you to shower him with morning affection.

The same part whispered again that his life seemed too good to be true when you walked with him towards the door to give him a goodbye kiss before he went to work. When he turned around after wearing his shoes, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down a little to give him a soft kiss. His own arms wrapped around your waist and a small sigh left him as he kissed you back with the softness which was for your eyes only.

He decided to ignore that irritating whisper again as he watched you waving at him with a soft smile, telling him to be safe and come back home soon.

Home.

He never realized when his small dorm became his home. Maybe it became home after you came in his life. Maybe you made it a home with your small plants and colourful curtains and pillows and many photo frames containing pictures of you and him and you both with the agency members. But most of all, you turned his lifeless dorm into a home with your love.

It was another lazy day at work for dazai. Today kunikida had forced him to go on a case with Ranpo. It's not like it made much of a difference though. Because of course Ranpo San cracked the case in less than 10 seconds. The only part where he was needed was to nullify the culprit's ability with his own. So for most of the time he absentmindedly looked at the sky, wondering what you might be doing. Maybe you were curled up on the arm chair that he bought for you to read your little fantasy books comfortably. Or maybe you were tinkering around the kitchen for some sweets. He smiled softly when an image of you caught red handed with a mouth full of chocolates at 2 in the morning came to his mind.

He has lost counts of how many times he's caught you in the kitchen in the middle of the night when you thought that he was asleep and sneaked out of bed for some goodies. But you sometimes forget that even if he was in the deepest slumber, he'd still wake up in a second if he senses any movement around him. His mind was always sharp but it has become sharper since you moved in with him. He knows that you're safe with him but he can't help staying alert even in the rare times he falls asleep.

His trail of thoughts broke when his phone rang and he smiled looking at the caller ID "yes atsushi kun. If it's another case then tell kunikida kun that I'll be-" his words halted and his smile dropped when he processed atsushi's words "dazai san,can you come back to the agency? y/n San is hurt-" he didn't hear the rest of the sentence because he was already running towards the nearest taxi standing.

The only thing going in mind were the three words that he never wanted to hear

'y/n San is hurt'

His heart dropped as every worst possible scenario came in his mind. What happened? How did you get hurt? You were safe in his dorm. Nothing can happen to you as long as you're there. So what happened? Did someone break in? Did one of his enemies hurt you to get back at him? Did someone from the port mafia-

His eyes widened. Did mori took you to get him to join the mafia again? His jaw clenched as he felt a rush of fury inside him.

You jumped slightly when the door of yosano's clinic bursted open and your eyes widened when you saw dazai panting heavily. "Osamu? Are you okay? -" you didn't get a chance to finish your sentence because in a second dazai was by your side and you were in his arms. You could hear his heart pounding as he held you tightly, his body shaking as he pressed multiple kisses on your head mumbling "you're okay. Thank god you're okay"

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest "I'm okay Samu. I'm completely fine. Calm down" you whisper squeezing him once. He didn't respond but a second later, pulled back and cupped your cheeks. His jaw tight and his voice hoarse "what happened? " he whispered, his eyes darkening when he saw your bandaged forehead and ankle "how did this happen?" he asked again, this time with a certain calmness in his voice.

You could still feel his hands shaking as you smiled sheepishly "i-i came here to surprise you but I had a little accident on the way" his eyes narrowed "what accident y/n?" ah yes. You know he's serious when he calls you by your name. You avoid his eyes and before you could speak, yosano's voice sounded in the room "seems like she was a little too excited to surprise you. Twisted her ankle and fell on the stairs head first. Atsushi found her bleeding and bought her here. Poor boy looked like he was the one who needed treatment with the way he was crying" she snickered as atsushi entered the room "it's not my fault. The first thing i see after coming to work is y/n San on the stairs with her head bleeding. Of course I'd panic" you could hear the pout in atsushi's voice which causes you to giggle slightly but your smile dropped when you noticed dazai looking at you with a blank face.

You cup his face softly whispering "I'm sorry I wasn't careful" he didn't reply, instead sighed and looked away for a second "you could've gotten seriously hurt" he mumbled holding your wrist and kissing the palm of your hand softly "but I didn't" you smile kissing his jaw "I'm fine. Just a little scratch " you look at him sheepishly when he looked down at your bandaged ankle before looking at you with narrowed eyes "doesn't look like a little scratch to me, love" you smiled at the nickname. At least he wasn't mad anymore. "I'm sorry I made your favorite food and wanted to surprise you at lunch but the elevator wasn't working so I took the stairs and I guess I didn't realize how fast I was running " you pout kissing his nose "forgive me please? I promise I'll be more careful from now on"

He kept looking at you for a moment before sighing and taking you in his arms "you better be" he mumbled kissing your forehead gently as to not hurt you. You nod before giggling softly "Samu?'' he hummed rubbing the back of your head "we're matching now" you laughed when he pulled back and looked at you questiongly for a moment before his eyes filled with recognition and he shook his head "you don't need to match with me on this, angel. I like seeing you without these" he murmured caressing your bandaged forehead gently. You huff Hugging him again "now stop being so serious with me. You're gonna have to carry me home today" finally his lips curved up in a smile "I'll carry you everywhere you have to go as long as you want me to. And no running up the stairs anymore" you nodded holding his hand "yes sir"

He chuckled kissing you softly "is this how you feel dealing with me everyday? " you smile against his lips "good thing you know now"

"not to interrupt you guys or anything but dazai? " your eyes widened and you pulled back immediately. God you had forgotten you were still at the agency. Dazai grinned at the redness on your cheeks and glanced at yosano "hmm?" "weren't you with ranpo San? Where is he? "

"......."

"Samu?"

"......i think I forgot him there"

"Samu! "

"what?! It's not my fault. I almost had a heart attack when atsushi told me you were hurt! "

"atsushi go and find Ranpo San immediately!" atsushi's eyes widened before he nodded rushing out of the door "y-yes kunikida San! "

Meanwhile,

"hey you fancy hat" chuuya moved his hat from his eyes and looked at the source of the voice with bored eyes "oh? You're that detective " chuuya mumbled raising an eyebrow "what do you want? " Ranpo pouted crossing his arms over his chest "help me go back to the agency. I can't find any taxi" "hah?! "

[underthetree845]

Pocky Game? (have you ever heard of the...)

Dazai Osamu/Reader (oneshot)

Cws: gn! reader (he calls you "Belladonna" and "Beautiful" but gender is not explicitly stated), ada dazai, flirting, (one) mention of suicide because it's Dazai, mutual pining because I'm such a sucker for it, office love, pocky game, dazai osamu needs a hug, dazai being a (loveable) piece of work

About 1.5k words

Summary: Dazai and Reader play the pocky game in the office of the Armed Detective Agency.

A/n: In case anyone gets confused, the song reference is to I Want It That Way by Backstreet Boys. I can't believe I actually kept that joke in there. Anyways, I've never written for this trope before and I wanted to try, so I ended up with this!

He’s such a goddamn tease. 

Always has been. 

With those big brown eyes, so deep yet so sharp. Like some cruel joke, the longer you stare the more difficult it gets to look away. 

He knows the way your knees go weak when he brushes his hand along your spine. He knows you nearly can’t stand it when he drops his voice an octave and utters words far too close to your ear for you to comprehend the actual meaning of. Those coffee-colored eyes observe every detail of your reaction, then file it all away in that bewildering mind for god knows what reason. 

So how, you wonder, did you ever end up with those eyes mere centimeters away from your own, the glint in them paired with a mischievous curl of his lips? 

-

“Y/n-san!~” an all too familiar voice bursts through the office door. The tall man takes long strides up to meet you, sitting down with a plop in his office chair right across from yours. He wheels it out to the side, you hear something shuffling as he slips it into his pocket. 

Kunikida would’ve condemned you for the stoicism you displayed. Finally, when Dazai bumps his seat into yours, you turn to look at him with a long, unfazed sigh. 

“Dazai, I wanted to stay alone in the office during lunch so I could finish up a report, remember?” you remind him, hands still hovering over the keys of your computer. 

“Let’s play a game,” he suggests, equally unfazed as he stares at you with a grin. 

“The answer is no,” you turn back to your screen, just barely missing the start of a pout on his lips. 

“But why?” he leans forward. 

“No.” 

“Y/n-san!” 

“Dazai,” your tone is hard. 

“Tell me why,” he insists, blinking those stupid brown eyes up at you like some kind of lost puppy. 

“I need to finish this because someone didn’t complete their half of the report for the field job we did yesterday,” you remind him sternly. 

He pauses for a moment before, very quietly, ever so softly, you hear, “Ain’t nothing but a heartache~” 

“Oh,” you loudly scoff, “I think I’m actually going to kill you.” 

Dazai’s mouth quirks into a grin. 

“Ain’t nothing but a mistake,” he continues, that stupidly charming smile growing on his lips. 

“Dazai,” you shove his shoulder, not being able to help the chuckle that slips from your throat. 

“And I never wanna hear you say,” the brunette theatrically sings into an invisible microphone before holding it out to you. You make eye contact and a sigh leaves your lips. 

“...That I want it that way,” you finish sheepishly. Dazai didn’t miss the faint dusting of pink on your cheeks. 

“Ah~” he falls against the back of his chair with a dreamy sigh and a clenched hand over his chest, “my Belladonna is so talented.” 

You almost blushed at the nickname. 

He’s just a flirt, you’ve heard him use that same term with countless others, you remind yourself. 

“Yeah yeah,” you reply. Dazai watches as you lean back in your chair again and cross your arms, but you don’t turn back to your desk. 

“I promise the game won’t take long,” he adds, and you let out a sigh. 

“Fine, one round,”  you hold up a finger and Dazai grins. 

He hums, “Whatever you say, Beautiful,” pushing his chair forward so that the two of you are face to face. Your knees touch and he rests on his elbows. If you both leaned forward just a little more you’d probably- 

Anyway. 

“I’m sure it won’t last long, I’ll probably beat you without even breaking a sweat,” the detective says comfortably. 

“As if,” you let out a huff; he has to restrain himself from cooing at the face you make when he gets under your skin. 

“Is that a challenge?” he replies with a raised eyebrow, “You want to win?” 

“Against you? Any day,” you make sharp eye contact and Dazai forces himself to ignore the stir in his chest. 

“Alright then,~” his voice is smooth, his long fingers sliding the box out of his pocket. “Y/n-san, have you ever heard of the pocky game?” Dazai holds the pink box up next to his face, tilts his head to the side, and your heart nearly stops. 

“I- what?” your eyes widen. You can feel blood rush to your cheeks. “You want to play the pocky game… with me?” 

“That is what I’m suggesting,” he gives you a close-eyed smile. 

“Well, I mean,” you trail off, wanting to curse the softness in your tone. 

“Are you not up for it?” he says sadly, “Bella, you promised me at least one round, remember?” This man is going to hell. 

“Okay,” you sigh, hoping your nervousness doesn’t bleed through your expression, “Just one round.” 

“Of course, one round is all I need.” 

Dazai opens the package and takes a singular strawberry-coated stick out. He holds it like a cigarette between two fingers, you internally roll your eyes when he gives himself the frosted end. 

“Ready?” there’s a glint in his eyes as he hovers the pocky between your faces. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you reply, clenching your hands together in your lap. 

Dazai lets out a chuckle but says nothing more. 

In the next moment, both of your lips are on the pocky, a mere sixteen centimeters apart. 

You make eye contact and Dazai keeps his gaze steady but is unable to help the way his pupils dilate at the closeness. You notice, but shake it off. Probably just a refocus due to proximity. I wonder if my eyes did the same thing.  

You stare back, and with a non-verbal affirmation, the nibbing starts. 

It’s dead quiet in the office, you glance at the clock and exhale in relief when you see that there are still fourteen minutes left in lunch. If anyone were to walk in, you think you might actually jump out the window. 

How did it even come to this? You wonder. The brunette’s persuasive powers would never cease to amaze you. You could never tell if it was his grin, demeanor, the way he walked, or the look in his eyes that got to you. Maybe it was everything. 

On the flip side, Dazai could talk for hours about everything about you. He’d always found you charming, ever since you started working at the agency. He flirted, gave you sweet nicknames, held your hand delicately as he asked you to partake in a double suicide with him. Most others would lose patience after a while and resort to giving him the cold shoulder; disregard him, not that he expected any less. You, on the other hand, for some incomprehensible reason, never stopped looking at him like he might be worth something. You treated his wounds after a rough mission, told him to get home safely, covered for him when he wanted to nap, you even took him to a spicy curry place for his birthday knowing it was his favorite. He found himself craving the warmth you showed, any attention at all. He began to observe. He watched your reactions, tried to press your buttons, everything he could think of that would usually drive people away. Why you seemingly haven’t given up on him yet is something he cannot grasp, but hopes to one day understand. 

Such a man so capable of love yet tainted by the world to walk the tightrope between life and death. 

Eyes like two pools, drowning you, endlessly deep, slowly inching closer and closer. You can feel his breath fanning over your lips, and goosebumps rise on the back of your neck. 

You’re struggling to balance the pocky between your lips now, each of your actions minuscule and calculated. A little bit closer. What if we actually meet in the middle? Almost there. Do I want this? Barely an inch left. Does he want this too? 

The pocky snaps, and in the next moment, you’re left with part of the treat sticking out of your mouth while Dazai pulls back and swallows his half. The ghost of a smile resides in his eyes, you stare for a moment before finishing your half and sputtering out a sentence. 

“W-what was that Dazai?” you question, embarrassment burning on your cheeks. “I thought… I…”  you slowly go silent, barely having the nerve to stare at him as he rises and leads his chair back around to his own desk. 

“Pulling away is an automatic loss,” he replies with a complacent smile, hands resting in his pockets, “I thought you wanted to win, no?” 

You sit there, nothing but dumbfounded as the detective saunters his way out of the office space. “Enjoy finishing your report Belladonna!~” he calls, casting you a glance over his shoulder before the office door shuts behind him. 

You glance at the box of strawberry pocky left on your desk.

Such a goddamn tease. 

A/n: Thank you for reading! This was my first time writing for him so I hope it was okay. I just wanted to try something simple.

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would scarlet witch reader be able to read dazais mind?? i dont know if he would be able to completely nullify scarlet witch readers ability tho right? IM JUST OBSESSED WITH THIS NEW AU OF YOURS

scarlet witch! reader reading dazai's mind

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╰➤ CW(s): fluff, suggestive, headcanons

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dazai osamu

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which you, the scarlet witch, reads dazai osamu's mind using your "wiggly-woos" or chaos magic

headcanons !

dazai's mind has an array of thoughts.

there are thoughts of him committing you know what, strategies and deductions, and you were taken aback to think this man had feelings for you as he had thoughts for you.

dazai didn't even know you could read his mind at first since he was confident in his ability, but he was obviously wrong.

he is aware that you have the ability to enter other people's heads and read their thoughts given your special ability, but he also knows how you rarely use it unless absolutely necessary.

but you then caught dazai thinking about you one day in the office since his noisy thoughts were all over the place as they progressively built up over time.

and to be fair, dazai flirts with anyone and everyone, so it's difficult to imagine he likes you so much when you see how his head is filled with thoughts of you.

thoughts of you flashing him such a charming little smile, thoughts of you tilting your head at him whenever he asks you on a double suicide or flirts with you, or thoughts of you tilting your head at your foes when you're literally ready to annihilate them with your chaos magic ability.

all of dazai's mind was you, you, and you.

apart from every other thought that is.

dazai was actually surprised when you read his mind because his ability cannot negate yours, and your blushing made that clear.

is he embarrassed? no, of course not. he's dazai. he even has a shit-eating grin on his face when he sees your shy and blushing, surprised expression, and he's not even furious that you can read his thoughts.

dazai actually uses the fact that you can read his mind more of his advantage.

he often makes himself think about and play suggestive thoughts for you to see and read with your "wiggly-woos" magic.

dazai, being dazai, makes you see for yourself through his mind how badly he wants to kiss your lips, nibble at your neck to find your most sensitive sweet places and maybe mark you as his, and get a hold of you to feel up your soft, warm, and velvety skin.

dazai also imagines you in various attire that may or may not be revealing at times, or just how adorable and beautiful you would look with his coat and other clothes on you.

he loves your blushing and wide-eyed expression as you read or see it from his mind, or how you close your eyes shut while telepathically yelling at him to stop.

on a more serious side, dazai does use it in a more proper and beneficial manner during missions for the detective agency, but he genuinely likes making you red and shy with his very own thoughts about you.

and, on an annoying note, dazai does, in fact, utilize your ability to read his mind to make you hear his cheesy poetic sweet nothings, like how adorable you are when you scrunch your brows, how beautiful your smile is, and how stunning you are even when you're a mess.

he even calls you sweetheart, darling, and precious in his thoughts and not just in reality, making sure to say it aloud in his head especially for you to hear or read.

dazai also has a habit of mentally calling your name repeatedly just to get your attention and poke fun with you when you ignore him or are otherwise preoccupied.

you may be the fearsome and all powerful scarlet witch, capable of twisting reality to your liking with the snap of your fingers.

but with dazai around, you're no match as he knows how to make you nervous, flustered, and all vulnerable with his genuine and loving affections for you.

[ author's notes ! this was my first time writing something suggestive which i honestly doubt is even suggestive, but it is for me, so yeah. i've been listening to fetish, the ariana granda x selena gomez remix, and i got the motivation to write for dazai and attempt at something (which i ain't entirely proud of ngl), but anyway, it is still a new post from me, yours truly, niki, and i hope you still liked it !! (๑>◡<๑) ]

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late night distraction | osamu dazai x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

content: no manga spoilers, suggestive, we making out w dazai because yes, my writing is also bad rn so... ew

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working at the armed detective agency had its ups and downs. since you were young, you’ve had the dream of becoming a police officer to help others. though, the discovery of your ability as a teenager had derailed that idea.

you thought it could only be used through the means of violence, leading you towards a path of destruction. you were wrong, however. all it took was a single encounter with yukuchi fukuzawa to control your ability and make you think otherwise.

now, you weren’t working under the police force, but instead working alongside them as a detective. and as much as you were joyed to help others, the aftermath of doing such was what you hated the most.

one pile after another— there was always paperwork to be done. after the closing of a large case, you were left to read through the paperwork and sign any documents that needed your signature.

even after almost everyone left, you stayed behind to finish. if you finished tonight, there would be less of a hassle for you tomorrow. hence, sitting at your desk in a hunched posture, you read away.

you didn’t know how long you had been at it when the door to the agency’s doctor’s, akiko yosano, office clicked open. you looked up to see a familiar mess of brown hair. osamu dazai peaked at you through his bangs, his lips parted.

“still not done?”

surprised to see him, you ignored his question, “wait, i thought you left already. what are you doing here?”

your hands still held a few papers as dazai replied, “i was merely waiting for you, bella. who would’ve thought dr. yosano’s tools were so interesting.”

dazai made his way behind your chair before he placed his large hands on your shoulders. he massaged them, applying rather soothing pressure. you relaxed in your spot, the papers slipping from your hands onto the desk.

“dazai,” you whined.

“feels much better than doing paperwork, hm?” he pressed the tips of his fingers harder onto your shoulders. “c’mon, take a break from that and finish tomorrow. i’m hungry~”

“you can go home right now if you want. i’m not going to stop you and make you wait for me, you know.”

“and leave a maiden like you alone? oh, i would never.”

knowing that he would stay true to his word, you tried to pick up the pace when it came to reading and signing the documents. your eyes would scan a piece of paper as quickly as possible before you flipped it over to look at the other side. once you finished with one paper, you grabbed another. a cycle of endless reading and signing was what it was.

as you worked, dazai played with a piece of origami he randomly decided to fold using a random paper from kunikda’s desk, which was behind yours. when he eventually grew bored, 30 minutes after you last spoke, the brunet bumped his chair into yours. since you just finished signing your name, the pen in your hand dragged and left a long line that reached the paper's end.

you gave dazai a hard stare, ”are you serious…?”

he spun his chair slightly before he took a glance at the paper in front of you. his expression remained neutral as he replied, “hm? the line gives our signature more flare! always look at things from a better point of view. have you not been told that before? tsk tsk.”

dazai’s tone made it seem as if he was teaching a child a valuable lesson but, you were not a child. instead, you were his senior at the agency, despite being a year younger.

you tried to continue working, but dazai just wouldn’t leave you alone. you knew he was enjoying it based on his smile. he rubbed circles into your arm as he left a lingering kiss on your wrist.

“dazai,” you called for him in a stern tone, “don’t start that right now… right here.”

he gave you a daring smile, “why not? no one else is around, mi amor. tell me, who’s gonna scold me for giving you a simple kiss on the wrist?”

a simple kiss on the wrist? oh, you knew it’d be much more than that.

as much as your brain told you to resist, your body gave into dazai’s charming temptation. after you stood up, he pulled you closer to his chair, which he wasn’t going to get up from. one tug closer was all it took for you to be close enough for him to place his lips onto yours. as you deepened your shared kiss, you took your seat on his lap.

dazai’s hands eventually slid down to the dips of your waist, gripping them firmly before he pulled your body even closer to his. your right hand pushed his bangs, which were brushing your face, back while his vest was clenched in your left hand.

heat rushed to your body as dazai’s hands traveled even further down to your hips. he squeezed his hands slightly, and you rolled your hips up without thinking. pleasantly surprised, dazai tugged on your bottom lip using his teeth.

the two of you continued to lock lips for a while. all until the brunet commented on how your body kept sliding down his thighs. the armrests of the chair didn’t allow you to sit comfortably on his lap.

your thumb traced his jawline, “i told you this wasn’t the right place.”

dazai hummed before he replied, “when did i say that’ll stop us?”

before you could say anything back, the two of you were stumbling back toward kunikida’s desk. dazai’s tongue seductively glided across your top lip as you bumped into the desk, causing you to let out a quiet yelp. dazai’s arms caged you in your spot as you felt him begin to smile against you.

you realized the reason behind his smirk when he used his arm to swipe everything off the desk. with a knowing look, you stared at the fluttering papers and listened to pens scatter across the floor.

“he’s gonna be so pissed,” you knowingly sigh.

“oh,” dazai quickly lifted you onto the desk, “he won’t be if it’s all back on his desk the next day.”

your legs wrapped around dazai’s waist as he pulled open the top of your shirt. a few buttons fell to the ground with a clatter as you felt cool air hit the area above your chest. with his left hand, dazai held the side of your neck, using his thumb to tilt your jaw up.

his lips started at your collarbone, but the brunet eventually worked his way up to the area a few centimeters beneath your ear. you shivered when dazai’s teeth grazed the spot. and as he passionately marked your neck, your fingers had weaved their way through his brown locks and grasped them desperately.

“that feels s-so good,” you whimpered.

when he was finished, dazai smiled, “i know.”

aware of how warm it was becoming, you took dazai’s coat off for him. he made a comment on how he liked you taking initiative, and all you could tell him between kisses was, “i had a good teacher.”

your lips perfectly melded together at the moment, the excitement drumming through your veins. you were pushed down onto the desk, laying beneath the moonlight as it illuminated your figure. the sight captured dazai’s eyes, and he looked at you with a lidded gaze.

“so goddamn beautiful,” he murmured as his hands traveled up your thighs, squeezing the flesh. “made perfectly for me, weren’t you?”

your arms wrapped around dazai’s shoulders, his body hovering closely above yours, “how about you come and find out.”

and as time began to blur, the two of you eventually rushed home to finish what you started at the agency. the next day rolled by, and an enraged kunikida waited at his messy desk.

unlike what he promised, dazai left everything the way it was the night before– kunikida’s stuff was scattered everywhere. you had no protests as you watched the blond punch the other man in the head, covering your neck with your collar to avoid trouble as well.

note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR BBGIRL DAZAI !! i kinda hate this but wtv at the same time SKDJSJ i imagined it in my head, and that was much better than how i wrote it 😭 I’m gonna hide in a hole now

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this is kinda specific but bear with me! for ringtober—what about reader who is like Mori's niece or sm but she helps handle the business-y side of the mafia, then one day Mori is kinda like ykw you're a young girl you should be married at some point and sets up an arranged marriage. With Dazai, Chuuya and Akutagawa.

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Notes: I didn't add Akutagawa because I really couldn't come up with a reason for why Mori would pick him.

Warnings: regular port mafia esque warnings I mean it's a mafia fic so expect slight mentions of mafia themes, slight angst themes?

Characters involved: Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara

Fem reader, you/yours

Dazai Osamu

Dazai always knew his relationship with you was merely professional, and he was happy to keep it that way.

Mori had only decided to get the two of you married so that you couldn't come in harm's way. There had been several...complications at work lately, several 'what ifs' that Mori didn't like the sound of.

It was awful to think it, but Dazai knew Mori wouldn't care for you as much as he did if you weren't an asset.

You were valuable, and Dazai was on a job to protect the mafia's assests.

This was just work for Dazai, just another assignment, albeit an extremely long one.

He wasn't emotionally attached to you whatsoever, heck Dazai didn't even know if he could feel such things for someone.

You, however, were.

He could tell that this arranged marriage meant a little more to you.

Mori would have convinced you to agree either way, but you caved at the idea of marrying the suicidal mafia executive a lot faster than anyone expected.

It could have been anyone else. In fact, Dazai was certain it would have been Chuuya. He was the perfect fit—someone with enough power and hear to be able to look out for you and be a good husband.

But Dazai? Dazai was just doing his job.

Marriages held some sentimental value for everyone. And he couldn't lie, seeing you at the mafia headquaters in a white Kimono did slightly intrigue him. But that didn't change anything.

You spent your wedding night in separate beds and Dazai left the house far too early to encounter you.

The same continued for months, until that looming sad aura hanging over you began to disappear.

In its place came something more heartless, but Dazai couldn't find it in himself to care. In fact, he quite liked this side.

If only you had developed this personality sooner maybe he wouldn't have had to marry you.

He knew you liked him, knew that this marriage was more than just work for you. But Dazai Osamu was a suicidal maniac working for the most notorious mafia in Japan.

He lived to die, and a ring on his finger wasn't going to change that.

Chuuya Nakahara

At first, it doesn't mean anything to him.

He knows the only reason Mori picked him is because he can't trust Dazai enough to not manipulate and use you to hurt Mori.

Chuuya was too loyal to the cause, and powerful enough to ensure you would never be in harm's way so long as you had him by your side.

He wasn't the first choice, but the logical option.

The fact alone wounded Chuuya's ego quite a bit, and Dazai was always around to rub some salt into those wounds.

The day the two of you signed your marriage papers Chuuya didn't even bother looking at you properly, and got drunk and passed out on his bed soon after.

By the time he woke up you had already left for work.

Things continued like that for a few days, but they started to change with time.

It started slowly—you buying extra dinner and leaving it out for him, him offering you a glass of wine after a long day.

Casual nods each other's way turned into greetings and then small conversations.

By the time you got around to your one month anniversary, things had progressed to small conversations and occasionally having dinner together at the table.

Chuuya knew neither of you had any romantic inclination to one another, but over time you started to feel comfortable around each other.

You were more like roommates than husband and wife, a fact that Dazai and Kouyou never fail to tease him about.

Needless to say there have been a lot of jokes regarding Chuuya's inability to perform sexually and the impact that has on your relationship. All lies of course but that doesn't stop Dazai (Kouyou laughs with him).

Chuuya doesn't want to pressure you to think you have any obligation towards him as his wife. Aka he won't force you to do anything you don't want.

But with time the two of you become friends and then even more than that.

You start to help each other. Casual things like reminding each other to eat or cleaning each other's wounds. Sometimes Chuuya would find you asleep slumped over a pile of paperwork and would carry you to bed.

Othertimes you would help him get the stains out of his uniform since he was terrible at it, and constantly spilt both blood and wine over himself.

This one time Chuuya was drunk and made you wear his hat and has never stopped thhinking about how you looked. At that moment he felt very grateful to have a woman like you as his wife.

Maybe in a year or two your relationship evolves into a romantic one.

Or maybe not. But either way, Chuuya tries to be the best husnad he can.

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Dazai Osamu NSFW

Dazai x Fem reader

Extra: drug usage, slight suicidal mentions, Dazai slightly being him, slight inability to consent, mention of blow job, floor sex, simple sex, dazai in a robe, blood, biting, and more

Author's note: So I had this like experience, and it made me just ahhhhh, I freaking love being bit till I bleed. So tmi, but like if a man or woman does it, I am like drooling. Also, I am thinking of getting a new car, but I haven't decided hehe. I really want to go out and eat dinner with friends.

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You stared at the lines of cocaine on his desk. Another day, you came home with him high out of his mind. 

"Dazai, you need to be careful with cocaine." You shook your head as the man you cared for laid on the floor, hair tangled, bandages everywhere, and in a robe that covered his lower half while his chest was exposed. There sat a book on his face, a book titled "The Complete Manual of Suicide."  

"I don’t feel like it." He laughed softly, pain in his voice, and your body crouched down to his frame, picking up the book on his face, closing it, and placing it beside his body.There was a line of white powder on his nose. "Don’t lose my page." You sighed, shaking your head. 

 "A little late, love," he groaned. 

"Come down here with me." He pulled your arm, forcing you to fall against his chest. Your legs quickly moved to straddle his legs. "God, you are so perfect. Join me in a double suicide, please." He begged, holding you tightly. His abs flexed slightly as he moved his upper body up to hold you, his head down between your breasts. You shook your head towards him, chuckling at him. "I tried, might as well enjoy the pleasures of being alive." He bit your left breast, causing a yelp to echo through your shared bedroom. Dazai kept sucking at the bite mark and finally he pulled away blood dripping down his chin and your breast. 

"Dazai, we can’t do this, you are under the influence of drugs." He chuckled. 

"Then be drugged out with me, then it’ll be even." You laughed a bit till it turned into another cry of pain, and there he bit into your right breast once more leaving a bloody mark. "Do it with me; it makes everything pleasurable. Make me want to live." He begged. 

"Fine." You took a deep breath in, and he simply pulled out a small bag. He dug his fingers in the open bag and placed his finger towards your nose. This was not your first rodeo, but it simply wasn't an enjoyable one at first. You hated how it stung to snort it and you quickly did. The room began to spin, eventually settling on the man you were straddling. Dazai was not one to react normally to cocaine; he wasn't alert as usual; if anything, he was hornier.

"That's it, baby." He grabbed you tightly, flipped you over, and slammed your back against the floor. His bandages were loose as they wrapped around you gently. "I’m going to ruin you." He grunted his arms pulled at your pants, finally your pants were off and your ass was exposed. Your panties covered your clit leaving everything for the world to see. 

"Osamu I’m cold." Your body shook at the temperatures, and he laughed at you. He could care less. He couldn’t even care about the fact that the drugs in your system weren't fully settled.

"Sensitive." He groaned as he pushed his unclothed cock to your entrance; the only thing keeping it from entering you were your panties and his robes. "I’m so hot." He pulled his robes off his body, his abs glistening from the heat he felt from the drug in his system. 

His cock sprung out harder than normal. He placed his cock at your entrance, pushing aside your panties. He slapped your clit causing you to yelp, there you felt it the drugs you consumed in your system. Your body was trembling from him slapping your clit. 

"F-fuck!" You cried out at his motion. Your hips buckled as you wished to be closer to him, to have him inside you.He pulled you closer, sliding your ass on the wooden floor. His body leaned over you; he placed his mouth on your nipple and sucked. Your back arched quickly at the sudden pleasure; his cock slammed into you tightly, distracting you from the pain as he sucked at your breast. His balls slapped against your ass while your hips shifted slightly. Your breast bounced at the sudden movement. 

"Even better." He let go of your nipple to groan those words. His mouth once more bit you, and the pain turned into pleasure rapidly. Your mouth opened due to the pleasure.He held you tightly, his bandages lightly grazing your skin. Your tank top was lowered at your breast and lifted, not covering your stomach. 

Your hips rocked at his cock, feeling him hit you harshly in your cunt. He always hit the sweet spot, leaving you dumbfounded by the sensation. The drugs overwhelmed your body as you attempted to hold onto him, and he simply grabbed your arms and slammed them above your head with one hand, his other still on your hip.

His mouth once more went straight to your breast, attempting to draw some blood from it. It was clear he loved your breast, the scars he left were obvious, and he wanted to bite you till you bled down your cleavage. He was succeeding in causing blood to slide down your breast, which made your head spin at the pleasure.

"I’m-mmmm so close!" You cried, and he laughed at you and nodded. His body jerked tightly into you, thrusting harshly at a slow pace. His hips pulled back and buckled into yours. With one last thrust, your body shook at the running orgasm. He continued to thrust into your hole as he got closer to his upcoming orgasm.

He thrusted into you his balls once more slapping your ass, there he pulled out of your cunt and placed his hand that rested on your hips onto his cock. His hand twisted at his cock, and the sound of your slick echoed through the room as he jerked off his cock. A cry of pleasure left him as cum spewed onto your stomach. You were able to calm your breathing despite his heavy breathing and moans spewing from his lips.

"How about another?" You got up, the cum dropping down to your lap while you pulled him closer placing his cock into your mouth, as you tasted yourself and him.

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‘You’re being too touchy idiot stop!’

Physical touch - ‘expressing and receiving affection through touch, physical closeness, and other forms of physical connection’

「 I feel like he’d be extremely touching and teasing in anyway possible ?!?! Like he’d love to bite you,hug you, grab you at random times during the day yk?. 」

. (Biting and overall just Dazai being Dazai!! Short and sweet !!)

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Dazai is touchy and a huge tease, especially when it’s with you. Everyone had said he’d do a lot of touching but for the most part it’s playful and doesn’t go past that, you’d known Dazai for a minute now and he’d been touchy but it seemed to get a little more intimate as time went on, you two had established your relationship as really good close friends and from your knowledge it’s not unusual for friends to be touchy,right?

In your office at the Ada it’d just been you two, Kunikida had been out with Atsushi and Kyouka to do some stuff and everyone else was just doing their own thing. You’d been doing something on the computer when a certain brown haired boyhad came behind you and rested his face fairly close to your neck

“Hiii Y/n, whatcha doing?”

His voice was soft and held its usual playful tone, you just gave a sigh still typing on your computer

“Something for the Ada, Kunikida had asked me to do, I figured I’d do it now since it would probably take a minute and I didn’t really have anything to do”

You felt him shift behind you and he pushed you slightly off your chair before lifting you back, practically sitting on his lap as his face was burried into your neck.

it was a usual occurrence so you didn’t mind, not until you felt his lips touch your neck as he opened his mouth and softly bit you on your neck, and then he pulled away. You wanted to question him but you didn’t say anything.

Feeling his hands snake onto your lap, lightly placed onto your thighs as he gave a squeeze, as you were really trying your best to focus and get this work done for the Ada but he unfortunately wasn’t making this and easier.

He stopped squeezing your thighs and placed one of his hands onto your hip, taking one hand using it to move your shirt to the side exposing your shoulder so he could bite into it, the bite was harder and drew a soft sigh out of you, and then you opened your mouth to speak

“Dazai - stop what you’re doing, I’m trying to focus.”

You said Trying to sound as stern as possible hoping he’d get the message and town it down, instead he just scoffed and bit harder and you let out a yelp, it wasn’t loud but loud enough for him to hear it and he pulled back looking at the mark he’d left.

“Look how pretty this mark is, it compliments you so well Y/n, you’re skins so soft and sweet too”

He put his soft lips onto the skin kissing the mark before he’d pulled your shirt back covering the mark and rested his head back against your shoulder, watching you work for a second before deciding what you were doing didnt peak his interest and he’d just fallen asleep on your shoulder.

Still a little stunned and the bite stung a bit but you just smiled and decided that was a problem for later- not like anyone could exactly see it so it wasn’t too bad, least he had the decency to make it to where people couldn’t see it? At least until you’d check a mirror and realize he left 2 and the first one was far more noticeable.

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Asshole..<3

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Fluff one-shot for dazai !

paring: Dazai x fem! reader

Tw: none :)

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Dazai sighed as he squished his face further into your chest as his arms wrapped around your body. he loved when he was able to just lay with you and be close to you. He’s always been like that, even in the mafia before you two started dating he’d always find a excuse to be near you. Wether it would be to help you with a mission or to simply chat, he was always near you. He talked to you late at night when you couldn’t sleep, in the middle of a boring day to keep you awake or when you were upset with something. Chuuya used to always ‘joke’ about dazai being inlove with you, turns out that wasn’t a joke. Dazai asked you out when he left the mafia and you’ve been dating since. Best 4 years of your life.

Dazai Looked up at you and smiled his normal lazy smile, “hey (n/n)? yk i love you, right?” he hummed, his tone serious yet soft. He looked at you with a expecting face, almost like he was scared you’d say no. You smiled and nodded, “Yea, why? something the matter ‘samu?” your tone was gentle, and dazai shook his head ‘no’ before putting his head back down. “I just wanted to remind you that i love you, (y/n).” he whispered. “I love you too, dazai.” you hummed before slowly inching your hand into his hair, his breathing slowed and his eyes closed, soon he was asleep on your chest. he was an idiot but he was your idiot and you loved him.

the end.

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[d34dg1rl5]

Osamu Dazai with a s/o who just randomly walks over as he’s (doing anything) at his desk, and they just pop a seat on his lap while playing on their phone or handheld console. 😂

Ohhh Dazai, our favourite maniac!

It was a boring day at the ADA HQ. No missions, no nothing just paperwork - which you DESPISED.

Thank god you brought your Nintendo Switch console with you. It was at full battery and that made the day a little more bearable. You look around. Ranpo was sitting on his desk munching on candy as usual. Naomi was fawning over Tanizaki. That poor boy. Atsushi is talking to Kunikida, even though he seemed to be a bit annoyed. And Dazai? He was sitting at his desk aswell and working on some paperwork. For once.

You smile and waddle over to him. He gives you a smile. "Can I help you, darling?" You smile. "Yeah, maybe."

Without questioning him you sit down on his lap and lean against his chest, taking out your switch. Dazai gives you a glance. He pecks your forehead before returning to his paperwork.

"You have to introduce me to Animal Crossing at some point, love."

You look at him and smile, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "You need to get a switch asap."

Hello! Thanks for the ask! I really enjoyed writing this (short) prompt! I hope you like it! 🌼🌷

[luvfy0dor]

“Kissing in Cars and Downtown Bars...♡” Dazai Osamu x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; References to BSD Wan, implications of future driving while intoxicated but it doesn't actually happen (still don't do that shit)

Description; Dazai brings you to Bar Lupin and shares memories with you

A/n; chat don't let me flop I love y'all ♡ Also, i googled the menu for the actual bar and used drinks from that for reader

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Hearing Dazai speak was like music to your ears, you loved how smooth his voice was and hearing him talk about his favorite things. He talked to you a whole lot about his port mafia days and Bar Lupin, sharing stories of him, Oda, and Ango getting drinks there. He still likes to visit every now and again, and he thought it would be nice to share such a significant place with you. So, he helped you put on your jacket and out the door you two went, hopping in his car and speeding through the dark evening towards Bar Lupin.

Dazai parks the car in a nearby lot, giving the two of you the chance to walk down the street for a little while. Your fingers are interlocked as you lean into him, chit chatting as the sound of your footsteps and voices echo throughout the dim alleyway. You can see the sign illuminating the side of the building in the distance, making you smile with excitement. Dazai has always spoken so highly of it, so you were rather giddy to get the experience. He opened the door, holding it and allowing you in first. It gives you a solid second to take in the atmosphere of the Bar Lupin; letting you appreciate the way the lights cast a soft glow over the wood of the bar and stools. The way the glasses shimmer as they sit upside down also catches your eye. Dazais hand lands on your waist as the bartender flashes you both a welcoming smile and greets you.

"Ah, Dazai! It's been a while, hasn't it?" The bartender says. Dazai nods and escorts you to a barstool. "It sure has! How have you been?" He makes small talk with the older man while you both situate. Your eyes scan over the drink options, finding the Botanist-Martini rather intriguing. You hold Dazais hand as he chit chats briefly. "Well then, the usual for you, Dazai?" He nods, turning to you. "Have you decided what you want?" He asks you, his thumb rubbing circles into your hip. "Yeah, can I get the Botanist-Martini?" The bartender nods and gets to making the drink for you.

"Oda and Ango used to come here with me all the time. I remember we once made New Year's cards here." He reminisces, smiling at the memory. "I messed up a couple of my cards. I remember I ran out of space on one so I just sent that one to the boss at the time." He says as the bartender hands him his glass of whiskey. You chuckle quietly, nodding as he told you the story. "That sounds like a lot of fun. Was it a tradition?" You ask, watching the suited man making your martini. He shakes his head, swirling the drink in the glass. "No, I just decided I wanted to make them one day." He thinks for a moment. "Surely you've made some New Years cards before." He says, a hint of questioning in his voice before he nods. "Yeah, I have. I always want to but i tend to forget." You tell him as your drink is placed in front of you.

His finger brushes over the rim of his glass as he hums. "Well maybe we should make some together." He flashes a small grin at you. "That would be fun, wouldn't it?" You nod, sipping on the drink delightfully, surprised by the quality and taste of the liquid. "It would." You smile and set the glass down, the clinking sound echoing through the bar as it collides gently with the wooden countertop. "Anything is immediately funner when I get to do it with you." You happily say, your eyes averting from his to the bartenders body, his back to you. "Oh yeah?" He says teasingly. You nod and briefly pull him in for a peck on the lips. His lips curl upwards as he returns it, grabbing your face and pulling you in further before you can pull away, making you quietly gasp in surprise. He does let you go after a second, making sure the bartender doesn't catch your acts of pda. You can't help but feel your cheeks burn up a little with slight giddyness as your thoughts become flooded by the event.

And the memory lingers in the back of your mind as you pay the bill and thank the bartender, and even as you're walking out the door. Dazais hand is warm in yours while the two of you still down the side walk again, heading to the familiar shiny, black car. The two of you share giggles and playful jokes as you get closer to the automobile. He opened the passenger side door for you and closed it once you were in, speed walking around the front of the car to the driver's side

A/n; Folklore themes are heavy recently bc I just got my folklore piano book don't play 🙏

[wizardfrog69]

May I request Platonic!Yandere!Fyodor with a younger sister reader who’s dating/being courted by Dazai. Reader was in the DOA but faked their death during a dangerous mission and ended up joining the ADA after Dazai found them

(Sorry if this was too specific, feel free to ignore)

Have a good day/night! :)

Thank you for your request!

'•.¸♡ stop controlling my life! ♡¸.•'

(Platonic) yandere!Fyodor/Dazai x gn!reader

Angst

Warning! Controlling behaviour, mentions of gore, stabing, mentions of suicide but none being committed

Masterlist

Enjoy!

You have had lived with your older brother, Fyodor, your entire life and never really realised how controlling he is, not until you ran away, but you knew you wouldn't be able to ran far, you never were able to, not from Fyodor at least.

Your brother always made sure you would be his and no one would ever steal you away from him. One could argue he was like this because you were the only family he had left but even before when he did have a place he could call home he was like that, you don't know why and can't remember much before moving away.

You had to be with your brother all the time, you even worked with him. Whilst growing up you always told him you never wanted to take a life away yet he didn't listen and forced you to murder.

You can still remember the first time you had to kill someone, it never was a pleasant memory and if you could you would erase it from your mind entirely, but you couldn't, it continues to haunt you to this day.

That day was meek, clouds which indicated rain covered that skies. You were holding a knife in the both of your hands, standing front of a helpless woman, tied up, screaming through the tape indesparation. Your heart was pounding, your mind focused on the horrid screaming of the person in front of you. You never wanted to stab her! Fyodor was standing behind you, telling you to stab the woman in front of you, you knew that if you didn't stab her Fyodor would find some way for you to feel his disappointment in you and it wasn't going to be fun. You moved closer and closer to the person in front of you, holding the knife in your dominant hand, you knelt down and stabbed it in the chest. Blood, there was blood everywhere once you pulled out the knife, it kept pouring from the thing all over you and it. You could feel Fyodor kneeling down behind you and whispering you to stab it again. 'No, I can't!' You shouted but instead of listening to your cries Fyodor took the hand which still held the knife, he lifted up your hand and proceeded to stab it once more with your own hand. You quickly let go of the knife, it was dead, you didn't have to continue killing it! Fyodor knew every single thought you ever thought and took your hand to check if it was still alive. She was. She was still alive, barely but her heartbeat was still faintly still beating. You wanted to save her, you wanted to run away and save her but you couldn't, you never could and you never will be able to run away, not now, not ever.

The only way to save her was the only way you feared of saving yourself. You lifted the knife once more and with tears streaming down your face you continued to stab her, and stab her and stab her and stab it and stab it. The body in front of you was now a corpse. But what did that make you? Were you now a murderer? Did the only person who vowed to protect you and love you really just turn you into one of the worst monsters there could ever be? But it was for her own sake was it not? If you didn't stab her to death she would have suffered in pain for who knows how long, Fyodor was never one to take mercy on anyone.

Now everything was different because you were in love, in love with Dazai. Fyodor has told you countless times not to talk to him as he is dangerous and he'll only use you to his own advantage. That was never the case, you had never revealed the fact that you were related to Fyodor or that you were a part of the decay of angel. You had told Dazai that your older brother was controlling but that was all you had told him.

It was hard, trying to hid your relationship from Fyodor, he never let you have any friendships and he certainly never let you date anyone. So you had to sneak out of the house late at night and meet Dazai only for an hour or so, there wasn't much you could do in that time either, just share a couple of words and exchange a kiss or two.

Fyodor had quickly caught wind of this but didn't interfere, letting you live out the fantasy of freedom for sometime atleast, just until it was the perfect time for your heart to shatter. Fyodor had stopped checking the mail to further your relationship with Dazai. You caught wind of Fyodor's avoidance of the mail and without thinking you decided to send Dazai letters of your love. The letters you received and sent out were always checked by Fyodor, without your knowledge of course.

It all was like a dream, you were in love with the seemingly perfect man, the man of your dreams, but you were still in the hell Fyodor calls home, and the only way to drown is to swim. You soon came up with a plan, you would fake your own death which wouldn't be easy. At first you thought you were going to throw a corps which would look similarly enough like you to fool Fyodor but that would never work. You planned and planned until the perfect plan came to mind.

It was the day of your plan to escape Fyodor. You left for work with Fyodor and said goodbye to him as he left for his office. He would check on you hourly and you knew there were cameras everywhere you went. There was a mission you were to go on, it wasn't anything special, you just had to get something from someone and there was a really high chance you were going to be killed, so nothing special. You arrived at the designated area with a couple of other people surrounding you to protect you, it wasn't anything knew to you but the person clearly felt threatened and called upon someone behind them. They whispered something to each other and the guy nodded, stepping backwards and whispering something to the other ones ear. The two people soon charged at you, stabbing you in the stomach, just where you asked them too. A fight broke out between the two, to which many more soon joined, and the five people who swore to protect you. You were out numbered and so everyone was whipped out, you being the only one standing. You paid the leader generously and left without the item you had to pick up.

Once everyone had left it was your time to do your part. You took a corpse you had obtained which looked close enough to you. You took the corpse and placed I down how you would have been lying down, you switched out the clothes you were wearing, and, most importantly, you took the necklace which was a gift from Fyodor and hanged it around the corpses neck. The necklace was given to you as a gift, never to be taken off, you saw it more as a way for Fyodor to brand you as his and less as a present.

You were free, you were finally free to leave! You laughed to yourself and started tearing up from the joy you felt, the joy you wished to experience forever. It was such a wonderful feeling, although it didn't last long, nothing did and nothing ever will, the only thing that would last forever was hell and the people or things that were ruling it.

You left straight for your boyfriend's apartment. It was still a bit early so you hopped he would be home. Once you knock to your fortune Dazai opened the door, he looked as if he had just awoken but his mood significantly improved upon seeing you. His sleepy face turned into an exited and happy one. He gave you a big hug, asking you how you it was possible for you to stand infront of him. You simply explained that you ran away, nothing more. Dazai was so exited that he could spend more time with you. He welcomed you into his home and let you stay there for however long you needed.

Once Fyodor got news of your untimely death he got extremely pissed off, he shouted and screamed at the messenger of the news till they were shaking from fright. Fyodor stormed out of the building and ran to the sight of your death as fast as he could. Once he got there he slowed down and slowly walked up to the corpse in front of him. He knelt down to caress your face but he stopped himself as he continued to stare at the corpse, this wasn't you. He gentle took the necklace from the corpse and without bothering to whip the blood off of it he placed it gently in his pocket. He left as quickly as he had gotten to the sight and started figuring out where you had ran off to.

It didn't take Fyodor to find out where you were, ir never did, he knew ever single thought you ever had in that brain of yours. But Fyodor didn't act yet, first he wanted you to get used to a life without him, just so he could traumatise you all over again.

Some months had passed, you now worked with the ADA with Dazai by your side, you still felt paranoid about Fyodor and what he might do to you or Dazai but you tried to focus on the future and not the past.

It was a day off for both you and Dazai and you decided to spend the day together. You woke up to a lovely morning, but, Dazai wasn't in bed anymore. You quickly became worried until the smell of pancakes focused your mind again, Dazai is just making pancakes you thought to yourself. You stood up and left for the kitchen to meet your lover.

When you walked into the kitchen you could feel your body freeze up, you couldn't move, your heart started beating faster and faster you felt as if you were about to pass out from the fear eating you from the inside. Fyodor was standing in front of the cooker making your favourite pancakes with Dazai's headless body thrown carelessly onto the floor. Tears began to pour down your cheeks as the gasped in horror at the sight as you continued to look around you. Dazai's head was placed neatly on the table as if to feast on. 'What have you done!' You screamed with the sounds of true horror and overwhelming sadness infecting every note which left your mouth.

'Good morning to you to dear.' Fyodor looked up at you with a genuine smile which made you feel sick. You were trapped, you were always trapped in this hell, even if you were to escape Fyodor he would still haunt you in your dreams, he would find you no matter where you are you will always be his and he'll know where you are there is no hiding from him not now not ever he has you and he will never let go. You are trapped.

You collapsed onto the floor and started crying, you curled up into a ball and cried and cried. You didn't even notice Fyodor turning off the stove and kneeling in front of you until he placed his hand on your back as to comfort you. 'Don't cry now, there is no reason for you to cry, after all this is all your fault.' After saying those heartbreaking words Fyodor stood up and commanded you to do the same, you did as told.

Fyodor took you by the hand and moved you to stand in front of a mirror, facing yourself. Fyodor took your necklace, still covered in blood, out of his pocket and placed it around your neck. 'Remember you are mine and you will always be mine, I don't want to have to force it on to you.' Fyodor remarked and left to the table. 'Would you like to keep his head or should I throw it away?' Fyodor spat. 'No! Please don't touch him!' You cried out running to his severed head, grabbing it and holding it close you your heart. This action angered Fyodor greatly and he ripped the head out of your arms. 'I'm the only one you belong to, no one else.' He moved his head centimetres aways from yours. The threw the head into the bin, leaving you to cry once more. Before coming back he picked up a knife on his way.

You took no mind to Fyodor, until you realised he was standing there, not wanting to move. You looked up and saw the knife he held in his hand. 'You belong to me.' His voice was terrifyingly dark as he leaned closer to you. Without a warning Fyodor pinned your arms in one place and pinned your legs down with his own, it was hard to keep you down but he tried he lifted your shirt to reveal your abdomen. A sharp pain hit your abdomen and soon you felt something wet run down from the place where the pain was coming from. 'Fyodor stop. You're hurting me! Stop!' You continued to shout but to no avail. Once Fyodor stopped doing what he was doing he sharply grabbed your arms and dragged you painfully to the mirror and lifted up your shirt once more. It was more difficult to see it but Fyodor's name was clearly carved into your skin, you were his and no one else's.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

This one is a bit longer, I didn't really like the middle to end part though :(

Hopefully it isn't too long.

Have a wonderful day/night and sleep well!

-love, Az