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chuuyrr · 5 months
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KISSIN' AND HOPE THEY CAUGHT US — DAZAI OSAMU
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⊹ CW(s): f! reader, suggestive (kissing, touching, and making out in the office), dazai being a menace, established relationship, mentions of marriage, lovesick! dazai
⊹ SYNOPSIS: in which he wants you, and for you two to get caught
inspired by: agora hills by doja cat !
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dazai osamu could never keep his hands to himself. he was dazai for goodness sake, and he has no shame, especially when it comes to you.
he enjoys being near to you at work just as much as he enjoys being with you in private. so, dazai takes every opportunity to be with you, whether it's holding your hand or twirling a strand of your hair in his hand while you work on reports, subtly leaning his head against your shoulder, or secretly squeezing your thigh, and he always loves the pink blush that spreads on your cheeks as you whisper yell him about pda.
but that's what makes it so difficult for him; dazai loves you too much to keep you a secret. you were his, and he wants everyone to know who you belong to, as well as who he belongs to.
you were about halfway through the papers given to you by the president when dazai slides next to you in his swivel chair, whining as he clings to your arm, "belladonna!~"
"osamu, i'm busy," you smile and giggle, but you quickly switch up, changing your tone as you sigh and flick his forehead, prompting a tiny scream and pout from him, "busy doing the papers you should be doing, mister."
"oh, come on! everyone has already gone out for lunch, and we're the only ones left here!" dazai grumbles as he wraps his arms around you after rubbing his forehead.
"and you insisted on staying with me! ugh, well maybe if you helped me, we can both get some lunch like the oth—" your eyes widen as dazai snatches the papers from your desk, putting them out of your reach and even causing some of the notepads and pens you had on your desk to roll off.
you gasp sharply, opening your mouth to scold him, but he slams his lips against yours, earning you a groan from him.
dazai's hands reach for your waist as he feverishly kisses you, his warm lips pressing deeply yet eagerly against yours.
you turn your face away, attempting to avoid his kiss as you let out a soft whine, trying to tell him off, "not now, osamu!"
but, alas, he closes the gap between you once more, this time much closer as his hands tenderly slide down and hold your hips to pull you into his lap.
dazai feels you squirm on his lap and finds himself chuckling in between the kisses, but he simply holds you firmly, one hand tenderly carressing your hip and the other now on the back of your neck to hold you in place.
how could he resist such a work of art as you? the way the sunlight from the window delicately highlights your face just for him to admire as your hair frames everything perfectly like icing on a cake, and don't even get him started on how you always smell so sweet like vanilla with your perfume.
dazai loves every single part of you and feels the need to be always closer to you, so he has his attention on you like a moth to a flame as you were a temptation for him.
you're so warm and plush in his embrace, and you can feel his warmth seeping through your clothes as much as his hands tenderly hold you in place on his lap.
"m-mmh, osamu. please—" you try to speak again, but he shuts you up with his lips once more, his kiss a demand as well as a declaration of love and desire.
"hush for a second, pretty girl," dazai's breath tickles your lips as he pulls away just a fraction before his lips were on yours again.
"then stop eating my face," you whine softly, grabbing his shoulders and successfully yanking your face away from him.
"aww, and why should i?" dazai says, smirking as he caresses your hip with one hand while the other glides from the back of your neck to your cheek to cup it, "you're just so tempting my dear."
"w-we're at work!" you stammer, squirming on his lap once more, "now put me down or else we might get caught, osamu!"
"too bad," dazai rolls his eyes at you, pinching your cheek before pulling you by the chin, so you were now nose-to-nose with each other.
you feel blood rush into your cheeks at his proximity, and even more so when he says the following words to you.
"i want us to get caught."
at this point, your face was on fire. in fact, the room—no, everything becomes too hot all of a sudden, prompting you to raise your voice out of surprise, "w-what? are you crazy?!"
"crazy in love with you, that is," dazai winks at you before tracing your cheek with his nose, trailing it down as his breath tickles your neck this time, and his breathy voice sends tingles up and down your spine, making you unable to sit still on his lap, "and you have no idea just how far a crazy man would go for his darling angel."
"your hips are an altar i would worship anytime of the day, my love," he whispers as his hands sensually trail from your neck and waist to your hips, squeezing them as he kisses your neck.
as one of his hands began to slip under your shirt, your breaths hitch and you couldn't help but let out a soft whine, and dazai revels in the feel of your skin as he kisses your neck, writing his love on it with marks and soft groans.
"and i know heaven is a thing because i go there whenever i touch you, and whenever i'm with you, baby," he groans with indulgence as his lips continue to kiss and bite at your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt now, caressing your side, the spot just under your chest.
dazai's emotions were all over the place, but it was desire mixed with exasperation. he immerses himself in the sensation of your lips and body during the heated moment, closing the gap between you with undeniable intimacy.
"fuck, i wanna tie the knot," he says in hushed mumbles, completely in love with you.
dazai lifts his head from your neck and presses his forehead against yours tenderly, his hands now cupping your face at a daydream of you that he has now engraved in his mind, "i wanna see my pretty girl in a wedding dress, walking up to me to be with me til' death do us part."
"and i just wanna show her off. tell everyone she's mine and no one else's," a soft, low growl escapes his breath as he claims your lips one more time with a feverish deep kiss to mark his territory, but this time it comes with a hint of tenderness as he strokes your cheek.
"osamu, we're gonna get caught," you say softly, your breath shaky, your hands still gripping his shoulders as he continues his assault of kisses.
"then let them catch us, sweetheart. you're mine to brag about," you feel dazai's smirk against your lips, and his hands on your hips again, but this time they're sliding down to squeeze your thighs in a firm grasp that causes you to squirm on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.
dazai then purposefully but playfully bounces you on his lap, causing you to let out a sharp gasp mixed with a whine. suddenly, you hear footsteps outside the office door just as his hands begin to slip further past, and your eyes widen. it was as if he knew your coworkers were about to return from their lunch break, and he did know that.
your heart rate increases with strange excitement and fear. you squirm and try to pull yourself up and away from his lap, but he simply holds you tighter against him, his arms now locking around your waist to keep you in place.
"h-hey, now! let me go!" you whisper yell.
"oh, no. you stay right where you are, my pretty girl. i'm not letting you go," dazai says with a grin, finding amusement in your panic, "nope."
"what are we gonna tell them if they see us like this?! kunikida is gonna scold us!"
"heh, tell em' that we were kissing and hoping they caught us~"
"OSAMU!"
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⊹ A.N: happy halloween! ok, but like, after re-reading this and stuff, this was waaaay better in my head ૮꒰ つᯅ⊂ ꒱ა ՞ˎˊ˗
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aureatchi · 3 months
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⛇₊˚ .࿐₊˚✧ BUBBLES IN MY CHAMPAGNE, LET IT BE SOME JAZZ PLAYIN’ . . .OSAMU DAZAI
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⟢ SYNOPSIS. the port-mafia was infamous for throwing glamorous holiday parties every year. not only were you attending this time, but you were also finally going to be introduced as the port-mafia boss’ pretty girlfriend! or…that was the plan.
of course, things never go according to plan.
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a/n. merry christmas !! adding onto the xmas dazai fics jdjsjwn <3 this one’s vv chaotic.
info. fem!reader. pm boss!dazai. pm exec!reader. fluff, angst, pinch of sugg. there’s DRAMA. mentions of drinking. lil jealousy. dazai is a 💩. the pm is filthy rich lmao. pazenia is a made up country. wc. 3.4k
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“Oh my.”
“How do you like it?”
“It’s beautiful.”
The brunette chuckled as he waltzed towards you. You saw him appear behind you through the sizeable full-body mirror, wrapping his arms around your waist as you finished applying your lipstick.
“It looks even better on you.” Dazai’s fingers wandered playfully, tracing the curves the red dress he gifted you hugged so well. The tailoring was so impressive—the dress could fit noone else but you. And indeed, it was made exclusively for you, for the largest and most luxe corporate event of the year.
It was the Port Mafia Christmas party. Everyone was required to attend, and plus-ones were allowed too, stirring even more chaos into the affair. You were a Port Mafia executive—of course you were going, but the night was going to be unique for another reason.
Tonight, the Port Mafia boss would confirm all the rumors…all the gossip circulating the past few months. He was finally making your relationship with him official in front of everyone.
As if everyone still doesn’t know.
Yet you were nervous. Keeping things an enigma actually worked in your favor—besides suspicious stares with muffled voices and jealous women, you didn’t have to worry about much. Dazai would take care of any problem. After all, you trusted him completely.
But now, everyone would know. You and Dazai had gone through all the downsides—you could become a potential target for any enemies, your name would rise even higher on the wanted list, and you could be stalked by frustrated, jealous men…honestly, you two were almost too hot for your own wellbeing.
Just almost, because “I’ll take care of it all. I’ll make sure nothing ever hurts you, darling.”
He whispered those words into your ear, sensing your anxiousness as you continued to look at your reflections.
“Please don’t worry.”
He did not speak in his usual teasing, playfully amorous voice. The brunette’s face matched the seriousness of the topic you had both gone over multiple times, making sure that the other wanted to still go through with it. You both didn’t want to force the decision of your relationship upon the other—though it was Dazai who had suggested the idea, the choice rested entirely on you. He ensured you knew you could change your mind anytime you wanted.
And Dazai wished you could see that he truly, would go to the ends of universes to make sure you were safe.
You gave him a reassuring smile. “I won’t,” you replied. “I’m only worried about you. I need to be by your side at all times to fight any bad guys that come for you.”
And girls. If you were being honest, you always felt a bit sick thinking about other women wanting him. Maybe this is why your nerves hadn’t backed you out yet…you wanted everyone to know their leader was indeed taken.
Dazai laughed more heartily than he intended to at the comment. He, the now Port Mafia superior commander, known even before as the Demon Prodigy, was being talked to in concern that he needed a sidekick to help him.
Though, he was also the same man whose mind was full of fervor for one girl. You giggled, seeing the apparent blush on Dazai’s face when you fixed his black tie. He was matching with you, of course—his red attire was the ruby scarf.
“Perfect,” you mused when you were done. “Wow, you’re handsome.“
“And you’re ethereal,” Dazai responded, putting on your coat. “Ready to go shock everyone?”
“As if half of the mafia doesn’t already suspect anything between us, Osamu,” you smiled.
“Hmm…you’re right.
“Of course they’d think I’d sought after the prettiest woman in the world.” A coy grin snuck back onto his lips.
It was evident your lover had good taste, not only in outfits. He chose to rent out one of the big hotels as the venue for the party—very fitting for the filthy-rich organization.
The first thing you noticed when you stepped out of the limo was the massive Christmas tree in the center of the hall.
“Woah.” There were at least fifty gifts under it already.
You noticed Dazai’s brows suddenly furrow as he, too, inspected the presents.
“Osamu?”
“Bella, remind me who this person is again.”
He picked up a present, showing you a familiar name.
“Oh!” He was the assistant under your wing. You two had worked together for years—you had built up a lot of trust and a friendship to have him in charge of some of your responsibilities.
“I see. Don’t mind that; I forget some of my men sometimes.”
You nodded, though you felt a bit unsure about his response. Regardless, you cast the thought aside.
What you didn’t notice was the way Dazai showed you the package. The present was from your assistant, but the name it was for was entirely covered by the brunette’s hand.
“Well, are you ready to go in?” Dazai asked, holding out a hand towards you.
“Yeah, I’m-”
“Dazai!”
It was Kouyou, another executive. She saw you and greeted you, too.
“My, you’re looking lovely today,” she chirped. “So you and the boss are dating.”
You smiled. “Yes.”
“Well, better tell everyone soon,” she told the both of you. “Dazai, a daughter of a very infamous organization in Europe, is at this party as a plus-one. She wants to discuss a business proposal…‘as soon as possible,’ she said. It’s confidential, too; she only wants you. Do you have a few moments to spare?”
Dazai immediately turned toward you, to which you nodded at him. “It seems important, especially if she’s from Europe.”
“You’re sure?” Dazai asked. You were supposed to walk into the dining hall together to introduce yourselves as the power couple of the evening. “What about…”
“Yeah, the mafia is the priority. I’ll find you soon.” You were an executive, after all. The mafia existed to protect Yokohama City, so work should be an urgency.
“Alright,” he replied. He took another look at you—a singular, amber eye softened once he met your gaze. The other was hidden behind bandages, and so were the emotions of his heart. You couldn’t tell what he was feeling at the moment.
“Let’s go, big sis.” He turned towards Kouyou, who led him out of the room.
Now alone, not counting the guards, you glanced at the presents again, picking up the one Dazai had previously questioned you about.
Oh! Your assistant gave you a present. You found it sweet; your assistant hadn’t gifted you anything until this year. Now Dazai’s reaction made sense—perhaps he had thought you had a secret admirer or something. You giggled at his assumed jealousy.
You walked inside the dining hall by yourself, a large crowd already entertaining themselves inside. Everyone who saw you stopped to greet you—their executive, and you wished them a merry Christmas back with a friendly smile.
“Huh? So she’s not dating him?”
You turned your head the slightest, pretending to grab a drink while you instead eavesdropped on two employees you hardly knew. Thank goodness they weren’t the ones going out on missions to spy—they were terrible at not being obvious.
“I’m not sure. But that underground aristocrat from Europe that everyone knows has a crush on the boss showed up to meet him. That huge Christmas tree by the staircases is actually a gift from her.”
“Really?! So…maybe she was the boss’ plus-one? Now that’s wild. Everyone really had me believing he was seeing the executive.”
“Yo!” Your attention was suddenly pulled from their conversation.
“You good? You’re overflowing your cup.” You had poured too much drink, so liquid was running all over the floor.
“Shoot, I think she heard us!” you faintly heard behind you as the employees moved away.
“Oh, yeah. I’m so sorry,” you responded to your assistant who had found you. He handed you a few napkins to clean your hands and dropped a few more to mop the floor with his shoe.
“You didn’t need to help, and thank you,” you said as you cleaned up, too, feeling bad.
“All good! Merry Christmas, by the way. How’s your evening going so far?”
“Good, thank you,” you responded, half-truthful. You needed to find somewhere to process what you had just heard. Even if they were only rumors…they bothered you.
“I saw you got me a gift in the lobby,” you added, recalling earlier. “I was surprised! You haven’t done that before, so I found it so sweet.”
“Oh yeah!” he replied, and you didn’t miss the pink that tinted his cheeks. “Who knows…I may have had a change of heart this year.”
You chuckled innocently. “Well, whatever the reason, thank you! I’m excited to see what you got.”
“Of course. I do hope you like it! Also, your dress. It looks good on you.” His voice sped up at his last comment.
“Oh, uh, thanks-”
That was really awkward. You gave him mercy, though…you hadn’t even told him you were in a relationship. So, you tried to say to him that it was your boyfriend, Dazai, who had the dress made for you, but you were cut off.
Dazai had finally entered the room, but he was accompanied by that noblewoman everyone was speaking about.
Wow, she was gorgeous. Her hair was in a perfect blowout, and she wore an emerald green dress that fit her like a glove.
And with each step Dazai and this new woman took into the hall to be regarded by everyone, your heart sank a bit more into your stomach.
What??
“You don’t look so well. Are you okay?” Your assistant paid no mind to the mafia boss’ new commotion. He was wholly concerned for you.
“Yeah. This drink tastes weird, but I can’t put my finger on what.” Yet, you took another sip. What was going on? You had never doubted Dazai’s love or loyalty toward you. Had you been so blind by your own to miss this?
Dazai didn’t even bother trying to search for you. And the way the lady’s arm touchingly clung around his infuriated you.
“He was seeing some foreign princess all along?”
“The boss always has to cause a scene with something new.”
“They’re kind of hot together, though.”
Now you really wanted to puke. You stared until the noblewoman’s eyes finally caught yours and dwelt on your figure briefly before turning toward Dazai and asking him something.
Dazai’s lips read, “Okay!” before a guard approached you.
“The boss is summoning all the executives to him,” he whispered in your ear, and you nodded, strolling over to him.
Fuck. You wanted to cry. Your heart was beating out of your chest.
You felt a bit better when the other executives—Kouyou and Chuuya showed up before you.
“Miss, these are the Port Mafia’s three executives.” He introduced you individually, not meeting your eye when he went to you.
You wanted to leave. There was no point in being here anymore. What you thought would be a cheery Christmas Eve turned out to be the worst night ever. It couldn’t have gotten any worse…
“And this is the Lady of Pazenia,” Dazai said, introducing the woman. “Our most important foreign guest tonight.”
“So, uh? I’m kinda confused,” Chuuya commented. “Mackerel boss, ya dating her or something?” He glanced at Dazai, the girl on him, and then you.
She responded for him. “We’re getting acquainted tonight, that’s all,” she replied smugly. Dazai chuckled. “Yes…we’ve communicated online a few times, but this is the first time we’re meeting face to face.”
What the fuck.
“Oh, uh, okay.” For once, Chuuya didn’t pester, didn’t tease anymore. Because he was just as startled as you. He, too, suspected that you were dating the boss.
“I’m sorry, will you please excuse me? It was nice meeting you, m’lady; I hope you enjoy your Christmas with the boss.” You didn’t even wait for a reply. You stormed off in the direction of your assistant. You were going to ask him to drive you home, and then you’d pack your things and then stay at a friend’s house for a few days to figure out what to do next.
Everything was crashing down like an avalanche.
But before you could get to him, the bastard’s subordinate stopped you.
“Akutagawa? Hi, Merry Christmas. Sorry, I’m in a rush-”
“Merry Christmas, miss,” he responded, moving in front of you again when you tried to shift over. “Aren’t you going to rescue the boss? Has your emotion clouded your rationality so much you can’t see things clearly anymore?”
“I’m sorry, what?”
You turned back towards the scene, and yeah—what you saw was your final straw. Akutagawa misjudged. Not even a glimmer of hope remained in you.
Somehow, they had ended up at the corner of the room. And lo and behold, Dazai and the Lady of Pazenia had ended up under the mistletoe, and many of the upper ranks surrounded them. There was even a Paparazzi.
You tried to push past Akutagawa, but he stopped you.
“Watch.”
Why? Did Dazai place him there to make sure you suffered through it all? This was so cruel. Tears welled up in your eyes as the room went quiet to watch.
“Oh! Silly me…how did I manage to get here?”
“I’m not sure…” the woman replied flirtatiously. “But you can’t break a tradition, boss of the Port Mafia.”
“I guess I can’t,” Dazai replied, leaning in. “But, can we make a deal, Miss?
“You can kiss me, but tell me where the real Lady of Pazenia is. The exact coordinates where you’re keeping her hostage. If there’s anyone kept in place to secure or torture her.”
And the crowd suddenly gasped. She did, too, and a hand flew to her mouth.
“Shit!”
About ten guards ran towards her, restraining her before she could do anything. Dazai calmly backed away, continuing to explain.
“The business proposal was crafty and would’ve led to our doom quite quickly. You’re trying to overthrow your own government. So, you devised a cover-up to get the mafia to help you, with a deal to help us on our end, but just like your original goal, you want our city’s government to fall into anarchy, too.
“An underground noblewoman. You are exactly that—quite literally.” Dazai sighed. “No, I’m not in a relationship with her, I…”
Dazai finally met your eye, and his heart immediately sunk seeing you cry.
“Oh my gosh,” he whispered, and he ran towards you, tightly embracing you.
You wanted to punch him, throw him away—something, but you were surrounded by half the corporate. There was already enough scandal tonight, you didn’t need to add any more.
“Hah, it’s okay,” you responded audibly, hastily wiping tears. “You’re a great actor, Osamu, really got me believing you were cheating on me for a second.” Words spurred out of your mouth—you hoped you wouldn’t regret it later.
Dazai’s grip on you tightened to silently show you gratitude before he turned to your audience. “Now that the problem is out of the way—Merry Christmas to you all.” A waiter handed him a glass of champagne, who had also gone around with multiple others to hand out drinks to everyone.
“And a special Merry Christmas to my girlfriend, right here.” He gave you a kind smile, and you tried your best to reciprocate your own. There were “awe”’s and “that’s so cute”’s about.
Dazai held his glass up towards everyone else’s before toasting with yours.
You stayed away from Dazai for the next hour. He respected your space for that long—in the meantime, you acted fine. You conversed with others, you laughed. Your assistant apologized for his comment on you earlier—“I was completely oblivious to you and the boss! I’m so sorry; I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” You laughed it off, telling him it was okay.
“Hey, bella.”
Dazai had finally found you alone. You looked at him, facing the inevitable.
“I’m getting tired. Wanna sneak away with me?”
You hesitated. “Where would we go?”
“The drinks suck here, besides that champagne. I know Chuuya was definitely not in charge of this part.”
You had to agree with that one. You couldn’t even finish the glass you overfilled earlier.
Bar Lupin was surprisingly empty that night. The bar was Dazai’s safe place, his getaway. You were constantly reminded of his genuine, complete trust in you whenever he took you here.
“I’m sorry,” Dazai apologized as you waited for your drinks. “What I did was brutal.”
“It really fucking hurt,” you said, finally able to release your true feelings now that nobody else was around.
“I had to keep up the act to expose her. Her vulnerability was that…she had a crush on me? So, the most rapid way to gain her trust was to make her believe she had a chance. She didn’t know I was seeing someone.”
“You take acting too seriously. You’re the Port Mafia boss, not some goddamn movie actor. You couldn’t even…make eye contact with me? Give me a reassuring look or something?”
“You’re right. That’s no excuse.” He took a breath. He had actually messed something up. He could predict and do everything else flawlessly until it came to the people he loved.
He always screwed it up.
“I set aside our relationship for a mission. I’m really sorry, love. And I understand if it takes awhile for you to think through it all. The only thing I ask is for forgiveness.”
“I dunno…it kind of seems like you enjoyed it…”
That was a lie. You were just saying things out of spite now. You had rethought the previous events after recalling what Akutagawa had harshly told you without context—rescue the boss? Yeah, Dazai clearly didn’t enjoy it. He never touched the woman back in any way, and his word choice was very cautious. Except one line.
“Us communicating online? Yeah, I knew she’d just go along with it. I had to say that so Chuuya would stop pushing and blow my cover. Besides, you literally have my email login, darling. You see everything.”
“I really hate you sometimes, Osamu, you know?” you muttered as the bartender finally handed you two your drinks. You took a thirsty sip out of yours. You couldn’t even stay mad anymore.
“Is that your way of saying you forgive me?” he chuckled, knowing the mood was lightening.
“No. You’re just too…attractive. Like, why are you so hot? All the girls want you…I was actually quite relieved when you asked me if we should make things official so everyone could finally know that we belong to each other…”
Hah, if only you knew.
“You don’t assume I think the same? You almost pissed me off by hanging around your little assistant, too, belladonna. He clearly fancies you.”
You gulped, remembering his earlier compliment. “Don’t do anything to him—he didn’t know. He does now.”
“He better,” he simply replied. “And everyone else. There’s no excuse now—you’re the Port Mafia boss’ girlfriend.”
You felt like there were butterflies in your stomach. The protectiveness was attractive. You pulled on Dazai’s tie, reeling the rest of him towards you.
“And you’re my boyfriend,” you smiled.
To everyone else, Dazai was known as evil, suicidal, murderer, demon, saint. But to you, he was simply Osamu. Your boyfriend. And perhaps that’s what he loved most of all. Across universes, you would not fail him—not even Odasaku succeeded so highly.
“Are you going to kiss me, bella?” Dazai asked, the signature smile back on his face.
“No,” you teased, pushing him back. “I’m still mad at you. Nothing went according to plan.”
“Nothing did,” the brunette replied. “But isn’t that what’s so exciting about life? Life is unexpected, yet some good things can come out of it, such as…”
He revealed a piece of mistletoe in his hand, holding it above you two.
“Even if you’re mad, you can’t break a tradition,” Dazai spoke, swinging the plant back and forth.
You sighed before you both leaned in to kiss each other. Dazai pulled you onto his lap, and you kissed him even more feverishly. Your hands ran through his hair until the bandage around his head finally came undone, unveiling the rest of his pretty face.
You focused on his dilated, honey-colored eyes. Finally, they revealed what he was feeling. Comfort in having you in his arms again. In your warmth.
Everything felt too intense after that. He had started making out with you again, his hands were wandering you curiously, the dim lighting, the jazz instrumental, how tipsy you felt from the drinks…
“Let’s just go home.”
You were swaddled in Dazai’s arms under the bed's covers at home. So sleepy. Dazai promised that the next day would treat the both of you better—a peaceful Christmas gift.
“Let’s stop doing such large parties,” you said, looking up at the ceiling. “It just calls for trouble, to be honest.”
“Yeah…we’ll have a small houseparty next time. Everyone else can do what they want.”
You were gently kissed on the forehead before the brunette softly whispered to you. “Merry Christmas, belladonna. I love you.”
“I love you too, Osamu.”
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dazai told me he’d kiss u if u rb this. rbs are cherished; they are ur christmas gift to me! <3
tags: @kissesmellow21 @osaemu @ruanais + @lovedazai @chuuyrr @anqelically (i think u guys would like this <3)
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theprettywriter · 5 months
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Your beauty and my lust: Dazai Osamu
Synopsis : when he couldn't stop himself and his mind wandered to your delicate skin and soft curves.
Genre/Warnings: ada dazai, masturbation, fluff, mature themes
Author's pov
Sex was a common thing for dazai. When once in a while he wanted someone else's touch and needed a quick relief, he'd just flirt his way inside a woman's heart and her body. But it was just sex and nothing more. Some women were okay with it and some weren't. Not that he cared as it only ended up with him getting kicked out. And when there was a mutual choice, he'd leave after satisfying both himself and his partner for the night. No cuddles or soft love making. Just rough and quick and dirty sex which in most cases, left his partners in wanting more. But he didn't care about them.
That wasn't the case when it came to you. The new and shy member of the armed detective agency. Now dazai admits that he likes all women but the day he saw you for the first time, he felt his heart flutter for the very first time. And that was a new feeling for him. So at first he tried to keep his distance from you. Yes, he's talk to you normally and reply kindly whenever you asked him something or just greeted him after coming to work but he didn't try to make any moves on you.
He didn't flirt with you like he flirts with every other woman and he didn't act like a crackhead like he does around kunikida. Of course you weren't aware of his usual nature because you were new at the agency but sometimes he found himself acting like his real self rather than that annoying coworker who'd jump in a lake the moment he sees one.
So no matter how many times he tried to keep his distance from you, it never worked because the moment you look up at him with that sweet smile and those beautiful soft eyes, he felt his heart melt. More than once, he caught himself staring at you as you worked or talked to any other member. When you'd walk towards yosano's clinic to tell her something, his eyes would be caught staring at the gentle sway of your hips, your soft curves as you'd bend down to pick something off the floor, or when his eyes would soften as he'd watch you laugh and smile at something kenji said. He noticed that you were fond of the younger members despite not knowing them since too long.
No one noticed when he stopped flirting with every woman he sees. No one noticed when he stopped asking women to commit double suicide with him. Of course Ranpo was the first person to notice that the former executive has feelings for his new coworker. But he didn't say anything and just watched as dazai handled you so gently, the hand that once held a gun and killed countless people was the same hand that was now gently pressed against the small of your back as you slipped on a stray piece of paper lying on the floor.
Ranpo watched as your feelings for the former executive grew by the day as well. He noticed your shy smile and your timid steps as you gave dazai a cute little paper bag which had a small box of cookies in it. He noticed how shyly you told dazai that you had made the cookies yourself and that you wanted him to try some. It was so obvious, Ranpo thought as he munched on his snacks and watched his coworkers acting like fools in love.
It was snowing one night and you and dazai were walking home together. You didn't notice when he gently guided you to the inner side of the side walk and walked besides you on the outer side because you were too busy telling him about the new case that you handled Alone for the first time. You were dressed snuggly in your pale blue winter coat But you were a little worried that dazai's trench coat was too thin for the snowy weather so you took out your warm scarf from your bag and looked up at him shyly as you both walked side by side.
"dazai san?" you said softly, a soft blush rose on your cheeks when he looked down at you with eyes swirling with emotions "yes angel?" he grinned when he saw your blush deepen and your eyes widened at the nickname despite him calling you that multiple times. "u-umm" you stutured slightly out of shyness but he waited patiently for you to finish your sentence, only looking at you with soft eyes "y-you look a little cold so would you like my scarf?" you say shyly as you extend your scarf towards him.
His eyes widened for a moment before he grinned softly and nodded, despite not feeling cold. But instead of taking the scarf, he stopped walking and leaned down, looking at you expectantly "care to help me doll?" your eyes widened once again as you blushed profusely and nodded silently while raising your hands by his neck and gently tie the scarf around his neck. You smiled softly as he leaned back to his full height and pulled the scarf over his nose. You didn't notice his eyes darkening when your scent wrapped around his senses because you were already walking ahead.
You waved at him before entering your dorm and he sighed, groaning softly as he walked in his dorm and closed the door behind him,forgetting to lock it because his mind was hazing with lust. He let out a small grunt as he took off his coat and sat on his futon before taking off your scarf. He was going to place it on the table before his moments halted and he slowly raised the scarf towards his nose and inhaled deeply, his eyes falling shut as he smelled the jasmine perfume that you always wear.
A low groan left his lips when he felt his cock throbbing in his pants and his breathing got heavier by the second. He had stopped sleeping around after realising his feelings for you. You were precious. Too precious for someone who is tainted like him. But he couldn't help it as his mind wandered to thoughts that he wouldn't dare say out loud. He breathed heavily as he fell back on his futon and unbuttoned his shirt, feeling a little too hot. He fumbled with his zipper and pulled down his boxers just enough to tug his hardened cock out. A deep grunt left his lips as he pressed your scarf firmly against his nose and inhaled deeply as his hand palmed his cock.
"fuck" he groaned, squeezing his cock tightly before he spat on his hand and rubbed his saliva over his cock to make his movements smoother and faster. Heavy pants left his lips as he sniffed your scarf again and his pace increased, his toes curling up and feet pressing against the futon as he jerked himself off. His movements quick and desperate as images of your soft curves and gentle voice clouded his mind.
You smiled softly at the thought of seeing him again as you knocked on his door, his key in your hand. You had found it earlier today lying by his desk and picked it up thinking you will give it to him later. But then it completely slipped your mind and you just found it in your dress's pocket. Thinking he must be trying to find it, you decided to give it to him now as you knocked again. Your brows furrowed when you didn't hear any reply and a small seed of concern settled inside you because he'd always answer after one knock. You knew he wouldn't be asleep because you both just got home a few minutes ago after all.
"dazai san?" you knocked again, the worry growing inside you when no reply came. Hesitating for a moment, you tried to open his door, a little surprised that it wasn't locked. "dazai san, I'm coming in!" you called out as you entered his dorm but again, no reply. After taking off your shoes you walked in to see his living room empty other than a few half empty bottles of sake on the table. He wasn't in the kitchen either so you walked towards his bedroom and raised your hand to knock but you froze when you heard a low moan "nghh.... fuck y/n It feels so good" your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed when you heard the deep moan of your name. You should leave, you know that. Maybe you heard wrong, yes that must be the case.
You know you should leave but with the door slightly ajar, you couldn't help but peek a little and heat curled in the pit of your stomach when you saw him. He was laying on his back, his legs sprawled out as his large hand worked up and down his cock which was covered in pre cum. His shirt was completely unbuttoned , revealing his bandaged chest and his hair were sticking to his forehead as he panted heavily. Your eyes widened when you a familiar scarf lying by his face and You felt yourself getting wetter by the second as you saw him pressing his nose in your scraf and breathing in deeply as he squeezed his cock tightly. your cheeks flushed even more as you felt your arousal sticking to your panties,causing you to unconsciously press your thighs together.
Oh it was so wrong. You should leave, you should leave but it was as if your feet were stuck to the floor as your eyes watched his movements, your body heating up as you gripped your dress. A soft whimper left your lips when another sultry moan of your name left his lips and you felt yourself gushing as his movements quickened and his abdomen clenched "hah- god y/n I'm so close" his eyes rolled back and his face pressed against the pillow and mouth hung open in a deep groan of your name as his cock spurtled out ropes and ropes of hot cum.
Your panties were ruined, you could feel the wetness of your arousal and it was a little uncomfortable. But you couldn't move from your spot as he breathed heavily, covering his eyes with an arm as he laid there, trying to catch his breath. Just as you were about to force yourself to move, a raspy chuckle left his lips "how long are you gonna hide there, doll?" you gasped softly and clamped your mouth shut as you felt embarrassment and shame filling inside you.
He groaned softly as he sat up, not bothering to dress himself as he tilted his head and looked at the ajar door with a lazy smirk "come here y/n" the way he said your name, it was enough to make you follow his command and you walked in shyly, trying to avoid eye contact with him. He chuckled and pulled you down on his lap, his smile widening when he watched you squirm and blush profusely "i-im so sorry-" you were cut off and a soft whimper left your lips when he suddenly pressed his lips on yours in a deep kiss.
"need you angel" he murmured, smiling softly as you kissed him back as he laid you gently on his futon. His hands trembling as he made sure to be gentle while sliding off your dress as you looked up at him with soft eyes filled with trust and adoration and lust.
Dazai Osamu is not a gentle man. But when it comes to you, he doesn't want to be anything but gentle.
And for the context, he noticed you the moment you entered his dorm.
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stqrbxy · 1 year
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[ 治 ] osamu dazai hcs.
genre : fluff , smut.
t.w : choking kink, suggestive info.
request on : dazai’s muscles.
author’s note : ahh, i’m sorry for the time it took for me to produce this ! it was really hard for me to find stuff on this and all, along with studies, but i hope this suits your liking, i tried my best. (and, don't apologize, have a good day to you as well.) anddddd... i also accidentally deleted the request, i’m so sorry ahh.. D: but whoever requested it this is for you <3.
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sfw hcs.
—  i feel like, although he may look weak from his physique, he’s rather strong, as seen in chapter 106.5.
—  i would mention his chest size, but i do not know about ab sizes.. (surprisingly?)
—  i feel like his chest would be a tad bit more muscular than average.
—  his physique’s pretty slim, but that does not stop him from being strong though.
—  he’d love to love to surprise you by just picking you up and carrying you in bridal style or over his shoulder (like a sack of potatoes).
—  bro’s strong as hell though... like that one scene where he pushes sigma out of the elevator through? damn.
—  i swear, you’d try to pick on him or like (lovingly) assault him and then he’d just pick you up ‘with little to no effort, barely breaking a sweat
—  whenever you two hug, you can feel his one hand ruffling your hair and his head resting on yours, as well as his chest against your face.
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nsfw hcs. — scroll away if you’re uncomfortable.
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—  although most people headcannon him as a rough dom, i’d feel like he’d be softer, but a bit degrading with his words.  (such as “aren’t you needy, hun?” , “look at you, we’ve barely even started.”)
—  anyways, other than that. he doesn’t really use his strength during it that much, since he likes it gentle and slow.
—  whenever he does go rough though, he’ll let you cling onto his shoulders or his well-built, toned chest.
—  would hold you down with his veiny, strong hands if you ever squirm too much, or just try to escape from him in general.
—  he would definitely agokui you and kiss you while caressing your waist/hip/thigh area with his other hand.
—  or he’d just take both of your hands in one of his and place a knee between your crotch, smirking deviously and then, whatever happens, it’s up to you tbh.
—  when he’s feeling really rough or needy, he’d pin you down or tie you up, or even choke you.
—  speaking of choking, if you happen to have a choking kink, he’ll use every chance to wrap his hand around your neck.
—  whenever he’s eating you out, or sucking on you, he’d like to hold your thighs down with his hands, making sure you don’t fall or anything.
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TW: Ass spanking, Dazai harassment, reposted since I accidentally deleted the original post😭
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"I'm not exactly sure if I wanna have this conversation with you"
Standing in front of the desk, DAZAI chuckled as he leaned over to have a bigger influence on his coworker. Mischief was sparkling in his hazel eyes, and the smile he had on was known to be a symbol of his goofiness.
"You see Kunikida, I'm just sad for all the things you're missing out on"
Kunikida didn't even raise his head to look at him. He merely kept typing his —actually Dazai's— report while postponing beating the shit out of him, partly for the report and partly for the sake of their current conversation. Regardless of his lack of interest, Dazai joyfully continued rambling in his ear about women.
"If there's one thing I find tolerable in this dull, unamusing world, it's definitely the ladies. Ah, when my eyes fall on their enchanting faces and they smile at me, the pleasure is like sucking the soul out of my restless frame"
"...That doesn't sound healthy or charming at all, Dazai"
"You don't get it!" The brunet dramatically shook his head to the side. "I guess you never will, until you fall in the grasp of their delicate arms, and taste their sweet chap stick"
"If you don't shut up I will smack you with this laptop"
"Ah the second your lips lock, she softly hums and loses herself into you, hands travelling on your neck to your earlobe, And you only sigh and softly bite her bottom lip. And then my favorite part, which is when you gently lower your hands on his waist and squeeze her—"
Slap!
Suddenly, silence was the loudest thing in the room instead of his partner's voice, and this uncalled for event made Kunikida look up to see what caused this enjoyable occurrence, only to be met with Dazai's dumbfounded expression and widened eyes pointing at you, who was standing behind him, holding your hand with an irritated face.
"Ouch! That hurt! Your thin ass is just bones ain't it?"
Dazai was still lost for words, speechlessly looking back at you. You on the other hand, simply rolled your eyes and walked away. "Huh! I guess you really are just an asshole. You bony ass better not have broken my fucking hand"
Nobody spoke for a minute. The man put an arm on his ass and tried to figure out what the hell had just happened, when he heard the blonde's teasing voice.
"I think you should start saving for a butt implant"
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rusmii · 5 months
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Hey I love your works! Could I request Chuuya and Dazai head cannons with a s/o who struggles with seizures/epilepsy after suffering an injury? I’m craving some hurt/comfort fluff so bad 😩
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☁️🫧🦢 luv, let me take care of you
dazai, chuuya x fem!reader
╰ back to navi
syp: after a traumatic brain injury, you have developed permanent epilepsy and seizures. how will they take care of you?
tw//: seizures + epilepsy, medication and other medical stuff mentioned, violence
♡: i'm glad you enjoy my works😚! here's some dessert for you
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"don't move." he says
this was the first time you've actually seen dazai so serious over your well-being
well, that was worded wrong. he cares about you, he does deeply, but was it ever as serious as when he almost thought he lost you?
how it started was when the two of you were assigned a mission. it was a simple one, but for some reason, there was some misinformation that caused the mission to go south
dazai watched as the ability user used its brute strength to pick you up by the head and start throwing you to the ground like a hammer
dazai screamed, begged and pleaded for them to stop
yk it's serious when the dazai osamu begs with his face in the ground
but the sound of your bones breaking didn't stop and he was out of options
his voice was horase from screaming so loud, and he knew that negotiating wasn't an option, so he lay there helplessly as he heard his beloved die
he swore that as soon as this was over, they'd pay.
the saying that dazai's enemies' misfortune was being his enemies wasn't just some silly mafia rumor after all
just remembering the events of that day shook him to his core. usually, he didn't care as much as the others would, but the situation was different
the situation was you
he waited anxiously outside yosano's door, the other agency members always bringing him meals and water to drink, always asking him to use the bathroom because he just wouldn't do it
they all showed the same anxious expression as well. you were an agency member, part of the family
so when yosano came out and announced that she has stabilized you; everyone was prancing in relief
dazai shoved her out of the way to see you, and his heart broke at the bandages wrapped around your head
it reminded him of his mafia days so when he approached you, he was quickly slapped away by yosano who warned him that you have suffered the most injury on your head
so he couldn't be too loud or noisy around you for the first week or two
and came the present day, where you were completely fine; save for the fact that you did have some permanent damage, but it didn't stop you from doing your daily activities
yosano had prescribed you pain meds and medication for your seizures
"dazai, i'm fine," you sigh as he attempts to pick you up bridal style to carry you to the bathroom, "no, really! stop.." you get out of his grip before he could really lift you into the air, and you could hear the worry in his voice, "belladonna, you're hurting," he tried to reason with you. "i was hurting, osamu. i'm fine, really! it's just a minor inconvenience that happened because i wasn't careful." you reassure him, but he wasn't having any of it. "gah! what's wrong with you!? stop treating me like i'm glass osamu." you push his arms away and he stares at you, "but-" — "but what?!" you snap, you didn't mean to. you knew he was only trying to care for you or at least learning how to. "samu, speak to me." you lean forward, and he bit his lip, "im just.." he pauses hesitantly before resuming, "scared ill lose you.." he finishes, and your eyes soften as you gently take his hands into yours, "osamu, i'll never leave you. till the ends of the universe will i stay by your side. that's a promise."
he looks at you with glistened eyes, "you promise?"
"i promise-" your body started twitching, and you could hear the calm but panicked voice of dazai, "breathe with me, you're alright, i'm here." he whispers in your ear as he cradles you. you gripped onto him aa your mouth parts, unable to speak. "look at me [name], it's alright, don't panic, it'll pass." a few minutes went by and soon you managed to compose yourself. you and dazai stared at each other for a moment before you sighed and lifted your arms, "you're right, carry me to the bathroom!"
he carefully scoops you up into his arms and walks to the bathroom, "as my princess wishes!"
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tbh chuuya is pretty similar to dazai when it comes to worrying over you
the only difference is that he worries constantly over you, with both of your lines of work being in the port mafia
"is the damage serious?"
"more than serious.." mori says as he hands chuuya some prescibe pills, "make sure she takes these for the first for weeks."
and ever since that, chuuya has been on your ass, making sure that you took your medication every day
despite your being becoming well, he still couldn't shake the memory out. it struck him in the core
the two of you were overseas as per request of the boss
he trusted that chuuya and his men would get the work done in no time, you worked under him as well so you got to go along too
not a lot of people knew of your relationship with chuuya, only assuming what it is since the two of you are always seen together
since it was an overseas trip to the americas, you packed your made space in your luggage for anything you might buy over there
soon you all arrived to new york to settle some minor conflict between the port mafia and the growing organization there
it was a simple run on the mill plan, get in; beat their ass, take anything they'd consider valuable, and get out
so then the plan was put into action, it started out great like every other plan but one of the grunts slipped up and died, causing a massive uproar
the port mafia and the organization began to fight, chuuya, being the strongest out of everyone had been surrounded by their most strongest
you on the other hand had engaged in an shooting fight with another girl
you were shot in the leg before you shot her in the stomach. as a last attempt to take you down with her she shot up to one of the hanging crates and before you knew it, you were crushed under the heavy weight
chuuya at first didn't notice your injury but when he began to realize your absence on the field he looked around
he screamed your name as he had a rush of adrenaline, kicking down his enemies as he ran over to you
he called for backup and quickly took you outside to where the port mafias medics were at
after a while, you woke up to a very pissed off chuuya who told you that you should've let him handle all the fighting if you couldn't handle it
since you had just woken up you were feeling a little snappy
and for the next two weeks, the two of you weren't really on talking terms
just him making sure you take your medication, until you were finally struck with a seizure
what a scary first experience that was
"what's wrong?" chuuya asks, he was holding out a glass of water and two pills in his other hand. "nothings wrong." you replied dryly, still staring down at your phone. you could hear the annoyed sigh that came out of chuuyas mouth, "well, clearly something is." you didn't answer and that was starting to get on his nerves. chuuya hasn't been feeling like himself lately, he felt like absolute shit. you two had an argument that should've ended weeks ago but here you both were, still finding things to snap at. and worse of all, he couldn't protect you like how he promised he would. "look," he says, he just wanted your fight to be over with and he'd be damn if you pass away without him apologizing, "im sorry for what i said the other day. i know you're capable, i'm just..." he didn't know how to put it into words, so he stood there for a minute, "just, wish i could've done more for you."
this time it was your turn to sigh, "chuuya," you called out to him, you turned off your phone to pay attention to him, "you already do more than enough for me." you took the water and pills from him, digesting the two. "...don't be angry at yourself." it was if you read his mind, "im not." — "you are." — "..." he remained quiet as he slowly sat on the edge of the bed. "i am..." he says quitely.
when you didn't answer him, he kept going, "i know that i struggle with being vulnerable with myself around others, but if it's with you.." he stops to look at you, but his eyes widen in shock. he stood up as he watched your figure tremble under the sheets, "hey! what the hell! what the fuck?! [name]?!" he nearly shouts, he dialed mori's number as he cradled your body against his. when mori picked up he was speaking a mantra, mori had to tell him to shut up and stop panicking as it would worsen your seizure. "seizure?" he mumbles, "yes seizure, chuuya-kun. make sure she has water near her when she comes to." he told chuuya to keep him on speaker, instructing him on what to do.
"hey, it's alright, [name] i'm here..." he whispers, "is she alright?" — "i think." and when you came to, you felt warmth, "roll her on her side." you heard someone that wasn't chuuya say, and you were rolled on your side as drool came out of your mouth. "[name], you with me?" chuuya asks you softly, and you hum. "thank god- okay, um, boss is coming over tomorrow morning to give you different medicine, okay?" he kisses your temple.
"feeling okay?" he asks, "mhm, yeah.." you mutter, you felt a little out of it but he was there to ground you.
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amaya-writes · 5 months
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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.
Ringtober Masterlist
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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himimosa · 6 months
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oh no, mutt!
"Don't look at me with those eyes. Your face might work on that short snail called Chuuya, but it won't work on me, nope. We both know you are disguised as a poor puppy, but you are nothing more than a stray dog in the end-"
"Dazai, what are you doing?"
He raised his head to you. He was sitting at the entrance door of Ada. When you got closer, you noticed the little fluff ball near his legs...
"Is that.. is that a puppy?"
"Not you too Y/N! This little mutt possessed everyone in the Ada! Brats are feeding it every day, Yosano-sensei treated it and Kunikida took him to the vet for vaccines! Hell, even the most cat person in this city, the president loves this little creature!"
You ignored him and crouched down to the ground, right next to Dazai "Hi there... Oh my god, aren't you the cutest?..." You slowly held your hand to see its reaction. The little pup seemed domestic, it started to rub its little head towards your hand. When you get permission, you started to scratch his head gently. You felt that like your heart was melting..
"Yuck!... I can't believe how you betrayed me out of all people Y/N..." Dazai sighed dramatically and headed for the stairs. Then he made a sudden turn: "If that mutt gets used to this place because of you, it will be either me or it that will have to leave the Ada!"
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The pup stayed in the end, and of course Dazai too...
The little one was able to manage to capture everyone's heart. Nobody was afraid or disgusted (except Dazai) when it headed for the stairs and started to hang around in the office. It kinda became a mascot of the office... Naomi offered to name it "Pochi" and said it was the name of another cute pet from an anime. When "Pochi" was approved, it was now officially Ada's pet.
Pochi was so smart and loveable. (According to Ranpo, he was smarter than an average person) He knew the times when he could play with Ada members as he knew the times when things get serious. At times like this, he would sit quietly without bothering anyone (Kunikida has said Pochi was more mature than Dazai at these times) Sometimes he was accompanying the person on field search with their task too... Younger ones like Atsushi, Kyoka, Kenji, and Tanizaki siblings were mostly responsible for taking care of him, but no one would mind feeding him or having a walk with him. Except for one person...
"You should give Pochi a chance," you said on a lunch break. "He is one of us now, and I am sure Pochi wants to get along with you too..."
Dazai looked at you with both horror and disgust "Y/N-chan... Could you not talk about the mutt like it is an actual person?... I swear everyone is acting like they got bewitched by it..."
You didn't stop: "If you try to talk with him even once, you will see he is something else... Pochi listens to us like he actually understands"
"Nonsense..." Dazai scoffed "I would prefer to send a voicemail to Chuuya if I ever want a dog's listening to me..."
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It was a usual night for Yokohama. Everyone had left the office after they were done with their tasks. You refilled Pochi's water and food pots for the night, he was staying in the office at nights. When you were about to leave the office you suddenly realized Dazai was still at his desk..
You blinked a few times. If Kunikida saw this, he would probably shed happy tears... It was not a usual sight to see Dazai's still working.
"Dazai I am leaving the office now... Are you coming too, or should I leave the office to you for locking the doors before leaving?"
"Ah, it's okay Y/N-chan... I will probably stay in here tonight, so you can go ahead, don't worry..."
You hesitated for a moment "Are you sure?.."
Dazai smiled "Yeap, good night, see you tomorrow..."
You were still not sure about leaving him alone... His smile seemed so fake just now, and you had a feeling like Dazai was not okay at that moment. But thinking that he was trying to send you, prevented you from doing anything. You didn't want to cross your boundaries. He probably needed some alone time...
"Okay then.. see you later, good night~"
When you left, Dazai sighed. And he brought out some sake bottles from his closet before heading to the roof...
The roof was so calm and peaceful in these hours... You could see the bright lights from all around the city. There were hundreds of lights and buildings, the most majestic one's Dazai's ex-workplace... This city was ugly yet beautiful at the same time... You could watch the people hurrying somewhere from the roof, you could hear faint conversations and laughter, you could observe their lives... When he found somewhere to sit comfortably, he filled a glass, then he looked at the stars before raising his glass "To you, my friend..."
Today was his death anniversary. Dazai was used to the pain that comes after the lost one, but for some reason, this year was harder than before. He was missing his best friend more than ever now...
He drank and drank until the point he started feeling a little light-headed. He was reaching out for the 3rd bottle when he noticed Pochi had been watching him quietly from the door...
"Is it you mutt? What do you want?... Doesn't matter, because I won't get up to give it anyways..." He tried to open the bottle, but his hands were trembling.
"Damn it..." he murmured. He tried a few more times but when it started to hurt his fingers, he gave up in frustration. Once he raised his head, he realized Pochi was still watching him, only closer this time...
"Listen dog... I am not in a good mood. I was trying to prepare for having a monolog with my dead best friend... If you excuse me, I don't want any listeners beside me..."
Pochi looked at him. At that moment, Dazai realized the dog was different than usual. Usually, the dog had this cheerful, loud attitude, it would look like it was smiling and move its tail fastly (too much to his disliking, he was thinking it was annoying) But now it was listening to him with ears dropped, the tail's not moving... And its eyes were like... it understood him...
"... Do you really understand what I am saying?" he asked, then he continued "..As if... It wouldn't be possible for a shrimp-sized brain like yours would be able to understand the complexity of human emotions.. Hell even I don't understand why I am feeling this-" he stopped for a second because his voice was trembling. "-these feelings... I just don't understand and..."
He felt tears were about to come but he bit his lips hard. He hated crying, and he had never cried for Odasaku since the day he died...
Pochi slowly moved towards him. Dazai didn't try to push him away for the first time. He watched as Pochi slowly approached. Pochi stopped near to his knees, didn't come closer. Instead, he put his little head on top of Dazai's knee. And just stood there...
Dazai couldn't remember how much he cried and talked about his dead friend with a dog that night... But when he woke up in the morning and saw Pochi sleeping in his lap peacefully, he didn't dare to remove him.
He didn't want to think about you guys reaction once you found out. Instead, he took his phone out and sent a picture with the caption: "Pipsqueak, look at him carefully and learn how to act as a good boy :p"
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I have never had a dog, but I had a cat. She was my baby, my little angel... And she used to do this thing like Pochi, she would knew it whenever I was too depressed, and sit with me until I feel better... This was mostly for her memory, reast in peace my angel ♡
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ivorryskies · 7 months
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A dazai x reader scenario. Where they have to cross a scary bridge like this during the mission. And the reader is scared of height. Dazai is a laughing mess at the reader,and the reader she refueses to cross the bridge while dazai drags her.
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omg that is actually such a good idea! thank you for this request first time making one! :D wc: 487
"only a fool would drop a girl like you"
"OVER MY DEAD BODY"
Dazai couldn't even breathe properly from laughing so hard as you held on to the wooden fence of the bridge "STOP LAUGHING CANT YOU SEE HOW SCARY THAT LOOKS?" eyes shut and you're clinging to the fence for dear life.
Dazai walks over to you after laughing holding his side "ah! 'name' i cant breathe! you're so cute~!" he said and then burst out laughing again at your quivering form. "y'know~ we still have a mission to do we cant stay here the whole day, though i don't mind seeing you like this" he chuckled
"shut it! i already said, you can go and get those documents yourself I'll wait here for you." you proposed a solution to this where work was done and you don't have to cross this bridge but Dazai was dead set on bringing you with him.
"besides can you even call this a bridge IF HALF THE STEPS ARE MISSING? ITS JUST A TIGHT ROPE THEN" the river being there wasn't helping either as it just instilled more fear into your head. You didn't want to go, already the thought of it made you go cold, what would crossing it do
Dazai stopped laughing for a bit and looked over to you then to the bridge then smirked, oh boy that is not good news. He walked over to you and said "too bad you're coming with me" he said before taking your hand despite your constant protests. As he approached the first step of the bridge you shut your eyes and grabbed his arm firmly
without a warning he picked you up and started going down the bridge like he has 9 lives. You couldn't comprehend this but his grip was firm on you as he went. You were holding him tightly as to not fall and he smiled at this. The river was loud underneath and the bridge was shaking, the wind was also cold. Though Dazai was warm it still took away some of the fear.
a few minutes later he had reached the end and he said "bella~ do you plan on staying like this" he teased as you got off him. Your legs couldn't support you, you're hands were still cold, you're hair was all over thanks to the wind, and you couldn't believe you just crossed THAT.
he started laughing again and you threw a nearby pebble in his direction "I DO NOT WANT TO DIE THANK YOU VERY MUCH" you let out the breath you didn't even realize you were holding. " I thought you would drop me" Dazai laughed and walked to you "only a fool would drop a girl like you"
you are not taking this route after the mission
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shadyteacup · 15 days
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I don’t know if you take requests but I just binge read your stuff so could I request a Soukoku Drabble it can be whatever you want as long as it’s fluff thank you have a nice day/night. Don’t force yourself to do this if you don’t want to or have no inspiration. <3
Hehe thanks for the request! This helped me break out of my writers block<3
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Dazai Osamu x Chuuya Nakahara || Fluff
My Way Or The Highway
Dazai winced as his eyes were blinded by harsh, laser like beams.
He groaned and made his displeasure very evident, too.
“Ouch! My eyes have been burned!”
He covered both his eyes with his palms, wiggling dramatically in his bed.
A certain ginger sighed at the window, him being the culprit of the brunettes misery.
“Shut up, idiot.”
Chuuya further pulled the curtain apart, making Dazai gasp in horror.
“How could you do this to me?!”, he said, finally peeking from under his palms to give Chuuya a devastated look of betrayal.
Chuuya stood with his hands folded, giving Dazai a deadpan look.
“You need to get up and wash your stinky ass.”
Chuuya pulled at Dazai’s blanket, making the tall man shriek as the cold morning air hit his comfortably warm body.
Dazai rolled around on the bed, trying to find an ounce of warmth to curl into.
Chuuya, clearly irritated, decided to forcefully pull the manchild out of bed.
They both had work to do, and Chuuya hated being late.
He tried to yank Dazai’s feet, but Dazai’s limbs were flailing everywhere.
“Aaaa! Chuuya is kidnapping me!”, Dazai yelled, continuing his mindless wiggling on the bed.
Chuuya leaped at his leg again, only to be accidentally kicked in the head.
That was his breaking point.
“Don’t be so fucking dramatic!”, the red head yelled, finally losing his patience.
“Can’t you act fucking mature for once?!”
Dazai suddenly stopped his flailing, and froze. He looked up at Chuuya with wide eyes, not having expected him to raise his voice.
Chuuya immediately felt guilt stab his heart as he realised what he had done, and felt even worse when he saw the slow build up of tears in Dazai’s eyes.
“Shit shit shit, I’m so sorry love..”
He hurriedly climbed onto the bed and hugged Dazai. Dazai smushed his face into the crook of Chuuya’s neck, sniffling timidly.
Chuuya felt immense pain as he heard Dazai cry softly, and weaved his fingers in Dazai’s soft brown locks to comfort him.
“I’m so sorry. I know you were just being silly, I was so angry for nothing.”
Chuuya went on to explain everything that had happened at work yesterday and how he was frustrated and tired, and maybe that’s why he suddenly yelled at Dazai.
“I know that this is not a valid reason in any way, but I just thought that you should know.. And that I wasn’t mad because of you, and-“
Dazai listened to the ginger ramble on, guilt evident in the tone of his voice. He smirked into his hair, away from Chuuya’s view as he realised that he really had his lovely chibi wrapped around his finger.
Dazai suddenly flipped the both of them, surprising Chuuya as his back hit the mattress.
“What the-“
Dazai hovered over the ginger, a smirk evident on his smug face.
“This is going to be your apology, chibi.”, he said, eyeing Chuuya’s wide ocean eyes, and admiring the slight blush on his freckled cheeks.
Dazai traced a finger along Chuuya’s lips, making them involuntarily part. He invaded the gingers mouth, lightly pressing down on his tongue, reigniting memories from the night before, making Chuuya blush a deep shade of red.
Dazai chuckled, “Your face matches your hair.”
Chuuya looked away, embarrassed. His breathing deepened in anticipation. If this was how he had to apologise, then he’d yell at the brunette everyday, he thought.
Suddenly, Dazai collapsed on top of him, getting comfortable before snoring.
Chuuya was left stunned.
“Did.. did you do all that just to get more sleep?!”
Chuuya’s shocked question was met with sound snores and a hidden cheeky smirk.
Chuuya sighed as he, too, got comfortable.
There was no way he could do anything that his tall idiot didn’t want to do.
I guess I’m going to have to skip work today, he thought, smiling fondly at the brunette sleeping on his chest.
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chuuyrr · 9 months
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TO THE STRAY.. CATS? — DAZAI OSAMU
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╰➤ CW(s): gn! reader, strangers to lovers with him falling first and falling harder, fluff/romance, and mentions of karma
╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which dazai finds interest in a citizen who feeds stray cats near his workplace
inspired by: gorgeous, lover, and karma by taylor swift !
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"well, if it isn't you again!"
you gently raise your head, blinking obliviously at the young man in a long sandy coat with unkempt brown hair looming over you as you crouch down with some sardines in your palm, just outside the cafe uzumaki.
"me again?" you ask the man, tilting your head, with a sheepish little soft grin that made him feel strangely warm inside.
"yeah, you!" dazai exclaims with a playful tone of voice, a smile on his lips and a finger pointing at you, "i keep seeing you around outside my workplace feeding the cats around here."
you were, certainly, the same person he kept seeing outside the building where the agency office was, feeding stray cats in the area.
and it was all thanks to ranpo, who mentioned how stray cats had been appearing around the area more frequently, and that if it hadn't been for his super deductive ability, he would have assumed it was because of their president, fukuzawa, but instead, it was you, going up and about to them with sardines or kibbles readily available.
as dazai called you out, you let out a soft chuckle, and the sound of your sweet laughter rang in his ears like bells, "i guess it really is me."
"so, you must really like cats, huh?" dazai asks, crouching down in front of you, copying your position, his eyes observing you tenderly as you reach out to pet one of the kitties you'd been feeding.
"mhm.." you hum softly, nodding your head and chuckling once more as another cat that you had been feeding meows and approaches you. it purrs as it rubs its head against your leg.
"and it seems that they like you as well.." dazai giggles quietly, "how strange."
"strange?" you raise your head to face him again, tilting your head and smiling sweetly.
"yeah, strange," dazai affirms with a nod as he briefly turns his attention to the stray cats that were rubbing, meowing, and purring gently against you as if you were their loving owner, "cats have an unearned reputation for being cold and unloving, you know?"
"really, now?" you ask, still carrying a sweet smile that dazai was having trouble looking away from now.
"well, that's because they display affection differently than dogs and they tend to be meaner, at least that's what people say," dazai says before glancing down at the stray cats swarming you that were being affectionate and friendly, "but that doesn't seem to be the case at all, especially with you."
"you know what i think, though?" you remark softly as you start giving more sardines and kibbles to the stray cats, "cats are actually adorable, clumsy, and fun to be with."
"and that's what makes you like them?" dazai smiles at your words.
your following remarks, however, catch him off guard, "yeah, but i mostly like how cats are sensitive creatures too.. cats are karma after all."
dazai's eyes widened in astonishment, clearly and really taken off guard by your innocently sweet comments, which had morphed into something even more serious yet still engaging.
"be kind to cats, and you get kindness in return, just like this.." you explain, gently stroking the cat's body with a delicate carress as you look up to him, "be unkind, and well, cats become unkind to you too, like bite and scratch you. basically, what goes around, comes around."
dazai's breath hitched as your lovely [color] eyes ever so slightly narrowed while sparkling with a mysterious yet alluring gleam in them as you continued to speak your mind out, "cats know a person's heart like no other."
"wow.. i was definitely not expecting that," dazai exhales, amused at your choice of words, "so you're saying, karma is a cat?"
"karma is a cat indeed," you reply with a firm nod, giggling softly as you stand up on your feet after crouching for so long, prompting dazai to do the same, "but hey, that's just a rambling from a crazy cat person like me."
"hey, i might have never heard someone describe and see cats like that in a very deep sense before," dazai laughs softly, shaking his head at you, "and i might not be a cat either, but i can sense that you're a really interesting one, and a kind one too."
"well, aren't you a charmer?" you join his laughter, smiling at his words, "you're too kind."
"and you're too pretty." dazai whispers so quietly that you didn't catch that.
"huh? did you say something, mister?"
"nothing!"
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dazai couldn't help but daydream more frequently at work since finally speaking with you, much to kunikida's dismay.
he's been acting strangely since he found out about you and starting seeing you around the region, which his yosano-sensei and ranpo would find hilarious and lovely.
there's simply something so enticing about you, in a positive way. you always had this beautiful glow with you whenever he watched you from afar, even if you weren't feeding stray cats and were just roaming around the neighborhood.
dazai would constantly sigh with his hands on his cheeks as he looked out the window, waiting for you to come around the corner so he could walk up to you and talk to you while you fed stray cats literally with hearts in his eyes, and he would even hurry downstairs to the first floor as soon as he saw you.
all of this may sound strange, but in reality, dazai was madly in love with you, so much so that he finds himself acting like a high school boy with a tremendous infatuation.
however, it makes dazai so happy that it makes him sad at the same time as well. you were just so gorgeous—so beautiful in his eyes.
you were a person with a kind heart and an open mind who sees the world in such a different but entirely fresh light, and dazai just can't help but want to be closer to you and just follow you wherever you go.
even if it's to the stray cats.
having said that, perhaps dazai was mistaken, especially given the manner he was behaving towards you. maybe he is more of a cat now.
he'd drop everything and trail after you like the stray cats you'd feed, eager to spend time with you, and even going out of his way to be a gentleman to you, carrying your bag for you while you went onto feeding cats, opening up the packet of cat food you had with you when you had trouble doing so.
even going out of his way to rescue a stray cat you found and pointed in the middle of the road in a panic.
at this time, dazai was also doing it for the stray cats, but he wasn't complaining. he's not a dog person and prefers cats in reality, but he really enjoys being able to do all of these things with you.
he was also typically confident and charismatic, but it didn't mean he didn't have doubts. in fact, dazai has them again when he recalls the things you told him when he finally had the courage to speak to you.
cats know a person's heart like no other.
and those words played over and over in his head like a broken record.
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"[name], i'm not sure about this."
dazai can't help but be nervous as he crouches down in front of an orange tabby cat you two had come across around the area, putting out his palm, which held the few cat kibbles you had given him.
"it's just a cute little stray," you giggle at dazai.
"that's not why.." dazai tells you with a sheepish laugh. that's not what he's nervous about.
he genuinely enjoys spending time with you. he really does, but, to return to your remarks, he wasn't yet a good person. his blood was as dark as an empty void—at least, that's what dazai initially assumes until the cat walks up to him.
he tenses up a little when the cat's soft snout nudges his fingers, which feels ticklish, and instantly finds himself gasping in awe when it starts eating the cat kibbles he had in hand.
all of his doubts and hesitancy are washed away by a sensation of relief and peace as the cat purrs and nudges its head against his fingers after meowing and eating the food in his hand.
dazai's eyes light up as he looks at you with his mouth slightly parted, "i'm a cat whisperer now!"
with the cat approaching dazai and accepting the cat food he put out for it, he starts smiling ever so joyful and honestly like a child on christmas day, and you couldn't help but find it absolutely adorable of him.
"looks like you are now!" you say with a rather proud looking smile at him.
"it really likes me!" dazai exclaims, returning his gaze to the cat, who was still pushing its head on his fingers.
he then began petting and speaking to it with giddiness just like how you would to a typical cat, "hi, cat! hi! you're so friendly!"
"of course the little fella does," you giggle, squatting down next to dazai before tilting your head and continuing to grin lovingly at him, "cats are sensitive creatures, remember? it definitely knows you're a good person."
he blinks at your words, "it does?"
"yeah," you reply, reaching out your hand to pet the orange tabby once dazai has done so.
"I see.." dazai's eyes softened as he watched you smile and coo at the orange tabby he had fed with the cat kibbles you'd given him earlier.
as dazai watches you and cat interact, his smile grows larger and more genuine, and his heart begins to skip a beat.
perhaps he had already found it, slowly but surely—the light he had sought out since abandoning his old ways as dazai spent this very modest and domestic moment with you.
this opportunity to be so near to you, to indulge in something so endearing as this. he loved it.
but then dazai's phone goes off, surprising both you and the cat he was feeding.
"ah, crap. sorry! let me just take this real quick," dazai says quickly with wide eyes.
"no worries. go ahead," you reply softly, waving your free hand that wasn't caressing a cat.
dazai pulls out his own flip phone, already expecting a call from an angry kunikida, who will reprimand him and make him come back to do his pile of reports, but it was atsushi instead.
he then answers the incoming call instead of declining, and to his surprise, the work he assigned atsushi ends up being successful, as it went swimmingly more than he had predicted, with no casualties or damages, which was actually quite strange.
aside from that, atsushi had also called in to inform him that he had completed the stack of reports for him. meaning, there was no more paperwork waiting for him at the office either.
you glanced at dazai from the corner of your eye as he talks on the phone with a coworker before a pretty pleased smirk tugs on your lips as you continue to pet the orange tabby cat.
"everything alright?" you ask with an innocent smile as dazai finished answering his call.
"mhm, it's just my co-worker," dazai tells you with a smile on return as he puts his phone away, drawing his attention back to you.
"well, that's nice," you hum before tilting your head at him, your innocent gentle smile widening with anticipation.
"what are you smiling like that for all of a sudden, cutie?" dazai raises a brow at you.
"well, it's getting late, but i still have some cat food on me," you giggle at the sudden pet name from dazai as you speak, tapping your cheek with your index finger.
"and what about it?" dazai smirks, already knowing exactly where this was going.
"it means it's time for me to go look for more stray cats," you say, tilting your head with that same smile, "unless you want to come along?"
"is that your way of asking me out?" dazai jokes, his cheeks blushing slightly.
"well?" you ask him back, your smile growing wider as your cheeks begin to blush as well.
"oh, please, you already know the answer, my love," dazai shakes his head as he approaches you, already wrapping his arm around your waist and smiling as he puts his lips to your ear.
"i would follow you to the stray cats and back."
"to the stray.. cats?"
"and back."
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karma is a cat allows its user to induce karma, which can be a blessing or a curse that may or may not include the bending of reality, but it is highly dependent on the target's course of action and the sincerity of the heart around the user.
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aureatchi · 28 days
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⋆ 𖤓 𓂃 ࣪˖ BUT CAN YOU SEE IT TOO? THE WAY THE SKIES ARE TURNING BLUE . . . ft. OSAMU DAZAI
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⟢ SYNOPSIS. a dream constantly on repeat…you wake up in the arms of your lover after weeks gone by not spending time with each other, greeted by the serendipity of the blue hour and his content, honey-bathed gaze.
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ᡴꪫ a/n. schedule changes have caused me to wake up so early. + i haven’t been able to rest well lately so i dread getting up, but the one i do like is the calmness of deep-blue tone light seeping through the windows. :)
ᡴꪫ info. fem!reader. fluff; a pinch of angst. sleepy mornings. reuniting. poetic, yearning dazai. ノ wc. 1.3k+
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Lately, the land of fantasies had appealed to you the most. Busy days without a moment of quiet serenity ravaged through your schedule unannounced, and before you knew it, half the month already passed.
The only way time stopped was in your dreams. Places where your life didn’t have to be so chaotic—you could control the fact you didn’t have work on a day; you could control if you wanted the weather to shower the blossoming flowers or have not a single wispy cloud in the sky.
“I have a cheat code to lucid dreaming. I’ll only explain if you promise to take me with you, though.”
Above all, you could assure Dazai Osamu was always by your side. That he did not have to leave for days—weeks on end for missions, risky missions. In dreams, he would never have to gamble his life again. Never would Dazai have to feel the level of heartache he was so familiar with.
However, not one soul could stay in the land of fantasies forever. You were soon forced to open your eyes to the empty space in your bed. Another morning without your lover and another lingering thought of being unknown to what he was going through.
So, you longed for the day you would instead wake up in his arms.
You were aware you were in a moment between unconsciousness and awake. Lazily, you shifted positions into a more comfortable one, but instead, you landed in someone’s embrace.
“Osamu.”
It was not framed as a question. Your eyes were closed, but you recognized his touch—the way his hands lovingly cuddled you, slipping under your pajama shirt to warm your back amid the bedroom’s intense air conditioner.
“Good morning, ‘bella,” Dazai said.
Oh, how his drowsiness affected his speech. His voice was noticeably a few notes lower than usual.
He moved his fingers up to your face to move strands of hair away from your features. With that gesture, you slowly opened your eyes.
A good morning indeed. You were not blinded by bright sun rays, but rather coaxed into soft, relaxing blue hues of aurora.
And Dazai’s charming face. He looked like a prince, even just woken up. Your faces both reflected the cerulean light in the room, except his caramel eyes that contrasted against it. You kept his gaze for a few undisturbed moments before he spoke.
“‘Guess beauty-rest is a real thing. You look beautiful.”
You giggled before replying. There was no way—you thought you looked like a mess whenever you got up.
“And you look handsome.” The brunette’s wavy hair was even more disheveled than usual, yet he somehow looked more attractive.
“Only because I’m here with you. I got my beauty rest because of you.”
He gently nudged his pointer finger on your chest to empathize. Meanwhile, a sensation of warmth suddenly flowed through you—a mix of bittersweet joy and affection.
“You were able to sleep?” you whispered.
“Yeah,” Dazai replied and then held up his finger to his mouth, as if he wanted you to keep the fact a secret.
He had been gone for almost a week this time. Who knows how long he hadn’t had the opportunity to sleep?
Dazai shifted, and for a second, you thought he was getting up to leave. In a moment of panic, you tugged down on his shirt to keep him down.
“Wait-”
“‘m going nowhere ‘bella, don’t worry,” Dazai chuckled, amused. He laid your head on his chest, where you were calmed by the soft beats of his heart.
“It’s far too early to, anyway. The sun hasn’t even risen yet.”
You slowly nodded. “What’s the day today?”
“It’s the weekend, darling,” he replied. “Even if not—I’d make sure you’d miss work.”
“I wouldn’t plan on going,” you smiled. How could you miss a precious day with your favorite person?
“How was your week? Any stories for me?”
“Lonely. It was pretty uneventful, too. I just missed you,” you replied. You inched closer to Dazai despite already being pressed onto him, nuzzling your face into his neck.
“How about yours?” you asked as his fingers ran through your hair.
“Don’t worry about that.” He couldn’t see your frown. “Just the typical mission.”
Still, he sensed your unease. He gently kissed your forehead. “I promise I wasn’t in danger. You forget how strong I am sometimes, hm?”
You pulled back so Dazai could see you roll your eyes. “Strong enough to beat all the big bad guys,” you responded, a statement he constantly repeated to jokingly lecture you.
“Exactly!” he winked. “To protect you, of course.”
He held up your hand and clasped it between his, once again making you re-realize the indigo light of the morning.
You turned towards the window whose curtains had been drawn away probably earlier in the foreday. The view was completely uniform in color—the sun had not yet arrived to paint the sky with various shades.
“If our love had to be described in a specific hour of the day, I’d say blue hour.”
You turned back to see his eyes on yours, slightly squeezing your hand. You had zoned off for a few minutes in relaxation.
“Why do you say that?”
“Multiple things,” Dazai smiled. “Such as the deep blue stretching across the entire horizon representing the depth of our love. And how the calmness of the hue reminds me of the way you never fail to give me peace when I’m with you,” he responded.
“How poetic,” you teased, but you couldn’t hide how touched you were by his unexpected sentiment.
“I have more.” His blush did not go unnoticed. “This time of the day is rare to catch. Only appearing in dawn and dusk and only lasting minutes—you’d be lucky to come across it. I’ve stumbled across the most gorgeous girl in the world; I’d had to have some luck. She’s more beautiful than the sunrises and sunsets, and I’ve never met anyone like her.”
Dazai lifted you up, and you straddled his waist. He moved his face towards yours until your noses were touching.
“And finally, in this hour, we are in between night and day. The moon is still visible, yet the clouds are too. Helios has still yet to wake, but there is enough light to point out all your divine features.”
He stole a quick kiss on your lips before continuing.
“A dream surpassing the boundaries of night. One that I haven’t woken up from. You remind me of this very moment.
“Do you know why I asked you to take me with you in your dreams?” he asked.
You cusped his face in adoration. Of course, you knew. He seldom slept, and in turn, he hardly experienced life’s gift of reverie.
“I want to be by your side wherever you go. In every universe, in every moment of time. Not a second goes by when I’m apart from you where I’m not reminded of you.”
You’ve had this dream many times before. A longing for Dazai told your mind to conjure him at a peaceful hour of the day, in the warmth of his arms. You’d repeated this scenario so many times that you’d sometimes forget it wasn’t actually real.
However, you were hit with a realization that, for the first time, this was real—Dazai was home; you would not be woken up to an empty side of the bed.
You knew this because, just as you recognized his touch, you felt seeps of rare vulnerability through his kiss. His human emotion of yearning your consciousness couldn’t single-handedly recreate—the warmth of his body and heart as Dazai pulled you close.
You remind me of this very moment, Dazai had told you once. Whether in dream or the present moment before you, there was something extraordinary about your souls. He knew every experience with you.
Dazai found wherever you were among the cosmos. He transcended night and day—space and time, until he would see your face once again.
He did not need to visit the land of fantasies. You were one already real, his solace and love.
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cerberels · 11 months
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thinking about dazai and having a particularly hard night
like you're laying back in bed, having been crying on and off for hours, and osamu's been wiping your tears every time. he's got you propped up on a stack of pillows, laying on his side and leaning on his elbow over your legs, staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky even though your eyes are red and puffy and your lips are swollen and there's probably dried snot around your nose.
he brushes a strand of your hair back, smiling softly at you. you feel like a little kid being tucked into bed by a parent, with nothing to do but peer up at him sheepishly.
"feeling any better?"
"not really..."
he scoots closer. "anything i can do?"
you smile. "i dunno, maybe a kiss would help."
"coming right up!" he says, then leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "good?"
you shake your head. "i think i need another one. just to be sure, y'know?"
dazai climbs over you, a devilish glint in his eyes. "as you wish, my darling."
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A Delicate Touch | Dazai Osamu
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dazai x reader
warnings: obsession with dazai’s hands, slight mention of suicidal tendencies. i’m sorry this might be so bad.
We’re in a theater watching a play for our undercover mission today. An actor has been getting threats, and it was our job to investigate. Is it hot because of my nervousness about this mission? Or is it him?
It’s the proximity of our hands that's doing this to me. There’s no way that I would be affected by Dazai Osamu. His beautiful, delicate hands were adorned by silver rings around each thin, long finger. He left the bandages and his usual attire today, opting for a formal black suit (that still covered all of him) and slicked-back hair. We were pretending to be a couple in order to avoid any suspicion. His nails were trimmed clean, and the veins—it’s definitely the veins’ fault. I’m letting my hormones control me. Maybe I am starved by a touch (or maybe I’m only starved by his). His fingers are moving in a slow circle on his left knee, the tips of his fingers touching my knee, exposed by my dress. It’s just a slight touch; I doubt he’s even noticing what he’s doing (or maybe he is; he is a wicked devil after all). But every contact makes me feel like my skin is on fire. I try resting my hands on my lap to steer him away. It doesn’t work. Then I exhaled a deep breath, trying to stay away from him. He noticed the sudden distance and looked up at me questioningly, raising a brow. Why does he have to look so dazzling? I turn my head, trying to ignore his annoying presence. Suddenly I feel warm fingers, joined by the coldness of cool metal slowly enclosing my right hand that rests on my lap. I know that it’s him; no one could make me feel on fire like he does. His fingers slid forward between the valleys of my fingers. It’s getting harder to breathe. Suddenly, his thumb brushed over my wrist, feeling my heartbeat.
"Are you doing well, darling?", he asked, smiling that beautiful crooked smile. He leaned in, lips brushing over my ear, whispering, "I’m here for you; it’s always me and you, y/n." What could he possibly mean by that? Why is he driving me crazy? He still didn’t let go of my hand. 
Instead, he started softly sliding the top of his knuckles over my palm and then horizontally across my heart line. The touch of the sudden cool metal created goosebumps (or maybe it’s just his touch?). My hands started sweating. It’s only him who does this to me. Still.. he’s not letting go. I can feel his brown eyes lazily staring at me. I glanced at him briefly, catching his curious gaze. He’s testing me. Inspecting me. Trying to see my reaction and how much he’s affecting me. I’m definitely not affected whatsoever by Dazai Osamu. Men like him don’t belong with me. He’s broken, questionable, and he possibly cannot be staring at someone with that much lo— I mean admiration—in his eyes. He looks at me like I’m the death he so longs for. Maybe he’s just doing this for our undercover act. But why does it feel so real? I could feel his other hand gently sliding beneath mine to trap it. He doesn’t want me to let go. Then his forefinger starts drawing a circle on my palm. Such a simple touch, but my heart is on the verge of exploding. His middle finger joins his forefinger, still drawing a circle. Then his fingers enclose my wrist, and his thumb starts stroking my wrist up and down. What the hell is he doing? He returns his forefinger and middle finger and changes the pattern.. to lines? He lets me go, yet I still feel the fire of his touch on my hand. I realize that the play has ended, and there aren’t any signs of an enemy. "It was such a great play, am I right darling?" He smirked at me. He did this on purpose, utilizing the mission.. and our proximity.. Why though? .. Little did I realize later, the lines he wrote on my hand represented the kanji symbol of love..
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Being jealous of their child
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Pairings: Nikolai, Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Ranpo X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Humour, Comfort
Format: Drabble
Warnings: Shitty parenting (like, for real), bsd men/reader being childish af
Word Count: 2.7K
A/n: As you know I'm a sucker for fluffy romantic shit so-
Btw C/N stands for Child's Name
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They're the one who gets jealous
↳Nikolai
From the moment you announced your pregnancy to him, Nikolai knew his life was about to turn into a horrifying nightmare. How the baby was going to have his share of attention from you, how your love was going to be divided between him and the baby; it was definitely an unpleasant event.
But things got a little better when the baby was born.
When the small, whiney creature was placed into his arms, he immediately stopped crying and his tiny lips curled up into a open mouth smile, making his teethless gums visible; like he could recognize his father's aura. Nikolai pouted at the sight.
That stupid baby.
That stupid adorable baby.
His baby.
Suddenly things weren't that bad anymore, because his mind started wandering around the imagination of him and his son, running away from angry Sigma as they held each others hand and giggled. They could annoy Dos-kun together, they could play pranks on people and laugh at their stupid faces when they realized what was happening. His son looked just like him, and no one could resist those big glassy golden eyes of his.
He could teach his little Dove how to fly, alongside him.
At that moment Nikolai suddenly felt butterflies flying in his stomach, but he forget an important point;
that his son took after him and he, was a jerk.
"Mommyyyyyyy! Dad ate all the cookies again!"
The words of your son made you look up to your husband who was sitting on the couch watching TV, and raise your voice a bit.
"Nikolai! Again? How many times have I told you not to eat the cookies I bake for C/N?"
Nikolai stared at your sons innocent face for a while, before looking back to you and pout. "Why not?" "Because you eat them all at once and I have to get my ass kicked making them again!"
C/N stood behind you as he gazed at his father. He always looked so innocent, so pure, so angelic; but not with that evil smile on his face; The evil smile that you've never seen, because he doesn't plan on showing you.
The little beast was watching him closely to rat him out.
Nikolai slowly sank into the couch as an idea popped into his mind. If that little beast could play dirty, then why wouldn't he show him a little bit of what he's actually capable of?"
"It's just that... You know what? Never mind" "What? What is it?"
You stared at your husband who was fighting back a smile with curiosity, taking a few steps to approach him.
"What is it baby? You know you can tell me anything" You said while sitting next to him, tucking his hair behind his ear. Nikolai sighed at your motion, and tried to avoid your gaze as he started talking.
"It's just that... I've been feeling a little left out lately, and... Ever since C/N was born... You haven't given me any attention. It just feels like... that... you don't love me anymore" "What? That's not true, baby! I love you both equally!" "Oh really? Then how come you never bake any cookies for me? They were used to be all mine! And what happened to our date nights? Hm? All gone when the baby came into our lives!"
You slowly became sad at his words. He was right. Things changed so much since your baby was born, and they weren't all good changes. Maybe you were focusing on your son a bit too much, to the point that you forgot about the love of your life. How unforgivable.
"Kolya... I'm so sorry... I guess I didn't realize how hard things must have been on you... But I promise I make up for it! I love you more than anything in the world after all. I-"
"More than him?" Nikolai looked directly into your eyes that got widened from his question. "What?" "I said, do you love me more than C/N or not?" "I... Well I can't choose-" "Yes or No, Y/N?"
You paused for a few second, before taking a glance at your son from the corner of your eyes and getting closer to your partner, Whispering in a really quiet tone. "Yes... Of course I love you more than him. You're my other half, after all"
He knew you didn't mean it. He found out about it the day you refused to have an abortion and decided to keep the baby, but this was enough for him; enough to teach his brat of a son a lesson.
"Good" Nikolai smiled as he used to do back when you first met, and opened his arms for you. "Now, a hug would be a good start to make up, hmm?"
"Sure, baby; sure" You slowly leaned to his embrace, missing the sight of him taking his tongue out and show the middle finger to your son, who was raising his fists to threaten him that he'll get back at him for this.
↳Dazai
"I want to marry you when I grow up, mom!"
C/N slowly hugged you and placed a small kiss on your belly, since it was the only place his lips could reach without help. You chuckled while running your fingers through his hair, smiling at your son which was literally the smallest version of your dearest husband.
"But baby! What are we going to do about your father then? Daddy will be sad if you take his wifey away from him. Don't you love your daddy?"
C/N's face turned sad a bit as he thought about his father being away from you. The little one was aware of how deeply his dad was in love with his mom, how he always wrapped his arms around her, trapping her in a long hug the minute he got home. Dad was crazy about mom, always had to be touching her in some way, always kissed her forehead gently before staring at her with his love struck eyes... it was the reason why he wanted to marry his mom after all;
His cute little mind was expecting a life like this in the future, marrying someone he was head over heals for and form a happy family with her.
"I... I love daddy but... I love you more! Besides, daddy can come to our wedding if he wants to!"
"Oh really?!"
the sudden appearance of your husband made you both draw back in shock, and turn to the door just to see him peeking through the door with a not exactly delighted expression.
"D-Dad? How long how you been standing there?"
"Long enough to witness this brutal act of betrayal!" He said dramatically as he always did, slowly walking toward you to place his hand on your waist. You rolled your eyes at him and subconsciously sank into his warmth more, making him smile a bit harder.
"Now now, C/N; Do you think you have a chance with my Belladonna?"
The boy looked over how your figure was sticking to Dazai's as if he was your savior, and a small sulk appeared on his face. "Why not? I'm more handsome than you are!"
"HUH!"
Dazai gave him a challenging gaze while he tightened his grip on your waist, smirking at his kid knowing he was going to end up crying in his bedroom.
"Then let me make it clear for you"
His confident tune made you shoot him a suspicious glance and protest to him arguing with his own child, but your voice was immediately cut off by your own shock from being lifted up into the air.
"OSAMU WHAT ARE YOU-"
"This is my Belladonna! You see her? She's my wife! My one and only love in this cruel world! I'll do anything for her! I'll protect her from anything! And I'll never let anything come between me and her! Not even you, you little brat!"
It was a matter of time before your sons shocked face burst out into gloom "Waaaaaaa daddy is so mean I hate you!"
He covered his face with his tiny hands while running off to his bedroom, slamming the door behind himself as his sobbing became louder.
You raised your eyebrows at your stupidly handsome husband.
"Happy now?"
Not that he needed to say anything though; the answer was written all over his gorgeous face. "Oh Yeah, Definitely"
↳Ranpo
Your red nails looked so majestic running around in those dark brown hair like that, slowly massaging the skin as you smiled down at, well, someone who was not him.
Ranpo sulked as his sharp gaze targeted you and C/N, who had his head laid on your lap while listening to your easy riddles that he could answer in a blink of an eye.
"So, another one. There are two doors. Behind one of them is a lion who hasn't eaten anything in two weeks, and behind the other one is a lab full of poisonous gas. If you had to open one, which would be your choice?"
"If I answer that correctly, would you give me more ice cream as reward?"
"Of course! My clever boy deserves all the sweets in the world!"
"Yay!" C/N smiled as he looked at you with excitement. "Then, I would open the door with a lion behind it, cause the lion is dead after being starved for two weeks!" "That's right! Mwah* You're my little detective! I'm so proud of you baby!" "Then can you add some cookies to the reward too?" "Sure! If you do all your homework" "Ok then!"
C/N got up and ran to his room to finish his math homework. You sighed, letting your head rest on the wall behind you, when you suddenly felt something on your lap.
"Ranpo? What are you doing?" You watched him with surprise as he tried to avoid your gaze by tilting his head to the other side.
"Ask me" "What?" "Ask me to solve riddles for you too!"
His flushed cheeks and whiney tune finally hit you. Oh! So your thirty year old husband was being jealous of his own son! How... expected of him.
"So you want more ice cream as well?" You decided to play dumb as you seized the opportunity to tease him a little bit, but he saw through you, as always. "No! I want you to praise me like you praise C/N! I can solve harder riddles than him! I'm the best detective in the world! not him!"
You wished you could say his nagging and childish behavior made you question your life choices, but unfortunately, those were actually the reasons why you fell for this adorable man in the first place.
"Fine baby, you're the best the detective in the whole world" You slowly placed a kiss on his forehead, slowly massaging his temple to make him blush even harder.
"Even better than him?" "Even better than him"
Ranpo let out a "Hmph" sound before looking back to you, and pouting at your satisfied expression.
"Y/N?" "What is it baby?" "I still want more cookies and Ice cream as reward, and they have to be more than his share"
You're the one who gets jealous.
↳Fyodor
This is wrong.
This is stupid.
This is childish.
This is illogical.
But this is still how you feel.
You're jealous of how your daughter is all curled up in his lap and he's so cool about it like it's nothing. Why isn't he shooing her away? Why? Then why is he always rejecting you whenever you get clingy while he is working?
You didn't want him to reject her. You just...
Felt left out.
"Look, daddy! It's me and you!" C/N chuckled as she held the paper up so her father could see it, but it was a bit too high and literally three centimeters away from his face.
"Oh, it's really pretty sweetheart" He said as he took the paper from her tiny hands, while caressing her pigtails with his other hand. The drawing was messy, but its cuteness could definitely make up for it. However, There was something missing; an important thing.
"Where's your mom then? You didn't draw her" He replied, slowly tilting his head to the front to meet his child's purple eyes that took after his. Her cute pigtails were kinda getting in the way of his vision, but they were too cute to shake off.
"Oh? I drew mommy earlier, But she was still caught up with housework so she told me to leave her alone until she's done. She promised she'll come see it later!"
Fyodor raised his head to look at you, but was met with an empty sofa instead. You were here a while ago, where did you suddenly went off?
"Darling, wait here. I'll go check up on your mom. Don't touch anything before I come back, ok?"
"Ok!"
Fyodor didn't see you leaving, but he had no trouble guessing where you were.
He found you in your shared bedroom, your coiled figure on the bed as you were hiding under the blanket. The sound of those familiar footsteps made you cautions, but you weren't planning on greeting him as you used to do.
Sure, housework.
"Myshka?"
Silence.
"Honey?"
Still silence.
He remained still, making you wonder if he was planning on something which was rather expected of him;
but the unexpected thing was how his arms suddenly wrapped around you as he crawled under the blanket.
"Hm! So, she's actually sleep" He whispered next to your ear, smiling softly while his thumb gently caressed your cheeks that were slightly red from... the warmness of the room? You wished he would think that way.
"Too bad... I wish she could join us in the living room"
The smile you were struggling to fight back finally beat you as it appeared on your face, but you were still not going to give in.
"Dear, may I say you're pressing your eyes a little too hard for someone who's actually sleep?" "No you may not, and I am sleep you're just being paranoid" "Absolutely! How can I question it when you're telling me yourself?" He teased, pulling you closer to plant a delicate kiss on your forehead, which was his one last move to surrender you; and your open eyes was proof that he succeeded.
"Hmph! You waked me up" You pouted, sinking into his embrace. He's chin was on the top of your head, fingers going through your silky hair as he inhaled the delightful aroma of your chocolate scented shampoo.
"My apologies, dear; what would you suggest to make up for it?" "Cuddles...? If... if you have time...? I mean, you looked like you have plenty a while ago!" Your sullen voice made him chuckle and press you in his arms a bit harder. "Of course. I always have time for you, wifey~" "Fedya!"
He knew how to make you feel butterflies in your stomach, he definitely did.
↳Chuuya
"So, which one of us do you like the most? Me or her?" You looked at your husband as you raised your eyebrows, daring him to choose the other option on the table, which was your daughter who was also standing next to you, with the same pose.
"Uh... I love you both equally?" He smiled thinking he just saved himself, but your dissatisfied expressions made it clear that this was not over yet. "That's not true! You have to pick one!" "Yes daddy! Tell mommy that you like me more than her!"
The little one held the bottom of his coat as he looked at him with puppy eyes, trying to manipulate him into choosing her; but the thing was that your sharp gaze was more powerful than those bluebell eyes of hers.
"I can't choose between you! You're both my girls!" "That's it, I'm sleeping in the guest room" "NO WAIT-"
Chuuya suddenly shifted you up with one hand as he did the same to C/N, pulling both of you back onto his lap. The cocky smirk on his face was more visible than usual, but you couldn't blame him because you were also shocked from how he was able to do such things without wasting any energy.
That handsome bastard.
"See? I have enough strength to hold both of you in my arms, and my love is no different~" He smiled, placing a kiss on C/N's cheek to prove his point. "There's enough love for the both of you. You're my favorite people in the whole world, ok? There's no need to fight over this! I'm all yours"
You sighed, picking his hat up to pull his ponytail.
"That was nice, but..." "Owww!" "Still not the right answer" "Damn it!"
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itz-stus · 9 months
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Were neeedddd part 2 NSFW for the unknown seductress!!!!!
Okay so this is my first time writing NSFW okay, first of this is not proof read and ohhhh I was so much fun writing!!! I was literally blushing so muchhhh
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Dazai and you entered the nearest hotel room as soon as the door was locked and put on and he turned around first, it was kissing, then heated make-outs, and eventually, your back was on the bed as he towered over you, roughly kissing you.
you moaned into it, completely ignoring the way his hands fiddled with your shimmery top and eventually hooking off the bra taking it off and throwing it in some corner of the room, and continuing the steamy session.
His hands traveled to your waist as his kisses moved down to your neck and then your collarbone.
He nipped at your flesh before he went for the prize, unbuttoning and ripping off your shirt until it fell to the floor revealing your perfect petite body. His hand ran up and down one breast before he bent down, grabbing it gently
His hands played with them, pitching your nipples as you moaned softly.
And so he got the idea that he would go further, cupping them in his hands and squeezing them hard enough to make you gasp.
Before you could stop him, he went to bite one nipple, which made you push him against your breath harder.
He felt himself getting hard against your warm flesh, as you could tell from how you were rubbing yourself against his groin.
You didn't care about anything else but pleasing each other, his kisses and bites getting more sensual as he undid his shirt kissing you again.
His hands gently stroked your core as he ripped out your dancing skirt only to find your damp panties.
He pushed them aside and took you in his mouth again, playing with your folds, while sliding a finger inside you, massaging your g-spot.
A soft moan escaped you when he touched you there, making you wrap your legs around.
Your moan sounded like honey to him as he bite your earlobe kissing your cheek as he pushed his fingers inside you.
He lifted your legs onto his shoulders as he slid another finger inside you before sucking your nipple harder.
It was too much to take, you bucked and cried out as an orgasm ripped through you.
Dazai just kept pumping them inside of you slapping his wrist on your clit as your moans and lewd noises filled the room.
"I'm gonna cum Dazai," you screamed out as you shuddered. "I'm gonna cum so fucking bad"
He removed his fingers from your core making you whine from the loss of contact.
He moved his mouth to kiss your neck nibbling it lightly, and bit it before moving back up to your lips, tasting your sweetness, as he moved down your body to finally taste your core.
"Mhmm, don't you taste sweet~" He teased and licked your core slowly at first, but then a little faster before going deeper still. You let out another moan as his tongue flicked at your sensitive folds. His pace quickened and he buried his face into your wet folds licking.
He ate your core inside out as you were squirming in his touch. It was so hot watching him lick your most intimate place, hearing him mumble how sweet you tasted.
Suddenly he pulled away from you, stood between your legs, and looked at your exposed state as he chuckled;
"Look how much of a mess you made." He caressed your shaking thighs as he felt her grind on his member.
He chuckled and teased, "Always so needy~"
Using both hands to lift your ass slightly off the bed and then shoved his cock deep inside you without any warning, causing you to scream out in pain and pleasure at the same time.
With every inch, it leaned forward, rubbing his throbbing member against your slit, sliding it slowly into you, making you writhe under him, panting heavily as he slowly filled you.
"Fuck" you sighed and panted "Oh my god yes~ "
He went slow at first but picked up the pace as you began moaning in pleasure. He grabbed your ass as he thrust into you, faster and faster.
When Dazai sneaks his tongue past your lips and draws a soft moan from you, he smiles into the kiss. He finally has you where he's been wanting you for the entire night. You melt into his muscular arms and paw at his chest like you want something more from him, but all he does is chuckle at your silent plea.
Breaking the kiss, a thin string of saliva connects your lips to his and your breath comes out in short huffs. You moaned as you rolled your hips pushing him deeper inside you as he chuckled at your hasty behaviour. Dazai smiles as he sees the hazy look on your face. "Look at you finally using your hips for something more useful," he praises.
As you're moaning and pushing his rock-hard member deep into you, Dazai grips your hip firmly with his right hand and slides his left hand up your body and between your breasts to cup your jaw in his palm. As his cock pounds in deeper.
He can't help but smirk. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" he muses more to himself than you, and before you can say anything, he dips his head low and greedily. sucks your nipple into his mouth.
Arching your back off the mattress, you moan his name in broken syllables. White strands of hair tickle your skin, but that's not even the most distracting thing. It's the way he grabs your tits, gropes them, and swirls his tongue around your nipples.
"A-ah, Osamu!" Your hands fly into his hair, tugging at the roots, but Dazai pays you no mind. He groans in appreciation. "Slow down! P-Ah-Please!," you beg but he skillfully ignores your pleas like always.
"Should have thought of it before acting so slutty in the bar, belladonna~?" He said as he groaned when your gummy walls tightened around him.
"Damn...your tight..."
He finishes each thrust with a roll of his hips and groans whenever your gummy walls flutter around him, needing him to stay right where he is.
Suddenly, your eyes go wide and a little scream is torn from your throat. "Ah! 'Samu! Right there!"
He chuckled, "I know belladonna, I know," He said as he pounded harder and exploited your G-spot.
Your orgasm comes crashing down on you with one skilled roll of Dazai's hips. A yell of his name tears through your throat as you cum all over his cock, making a mess of his lap and the sheets below. He keeps you in check as you squirm and sob and he whispers sweet praises into your ear that go in one ear and out the other. He helps you ride the waves of your high.
"Fuck, gonna fill this sweet cunt up..," Dazai groans and thrusts into your abused cunt a few more times before he buries his face in your neck, groaning your name loudly as he squirts thick ropes of cum right inside. His hips come to a halt as he grinds his essence deeper into you until it seeps out from where he's plugging your hole so deliciously.
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