#pmzai

[licesprite]

MORE DAZAI

[boyanacronism]

can you guys hold my pmzai for me while I head to the store? thanks.

[yawarakaizai]

pm!dazai taking reader on a date after school, but it’s somehow awkward! tried to get you a stuffie from a claw machine but failed miserably, so he shot the glass out of frustration.. something like that hehe ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

ⵌ HANGIN' OUT THE PASSENGER SIDE OF HIS BEST FRIEND'S RIDE

SENDER Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT PM Dazai Osamu (BSD) CONTENTS You were a horrible pair. You two were unlikely and the path ahead of you could have never predicted such thing to happen. You aren't sure why or how, but you found yourself the centre of Osamu Dazai's attraction. NOTE fluff, reader and dazai are 16/17, brief chuuya, jealousy, young love COMPANY No Scrubs

A/N wrote th is thro ughou t th e sch ool d ay ;3; forgi ve any mist a kes or rush ed writ ing !!! eeeeeeE EEEE i lov requ ests ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

It was embarrassing at this point.

You disliked bringing any sort of unwanted attention to yourself more than anything else. And yet, you owe it to the brunette by your side who attracted stares like a magnet.

" Owwh, fuck! " His drawn out swear accompanied by the stomping of his shoe against the carpeted floor. It's biometric, vibrant patterns splattered across a dark black background sickened you to stare for too long.

" I told you, these are a scam ", you attempted to protest against his insistence that he was sure to win this time, no take-backs. " Why not buy a ticket to the bowling alley instead of wasting it on these? " You remained temperate in opposition to his rowdy and indecent behaviour. You adopted the traits of an older sister, or a mother.

" No way! I spent too much to give up now. " Your head ached. " Look, if I keep inching it closer to the drop, I'll be sure to get it. "

And so, the poor joystick would continue to be abused, 200 yen being inserted into the comparator with every miss, Dazai's agitation growing with each failure.

It had been a sultry evening after school. Gathering your belongings and preparing to take the daily commute home, the pitter-patter of heavy footsteps ran behind you to reveal none other than Dazai Osamu.

He was somewhat of an enigma to everyone who knew him, even those that never exchanged a word with him knew of his name.

Dazai had a horrible track-record and even worse attendance. With a mysterious bandage over his right eye.

Despite his lack of punctuality and participation in classes, he not once has ever failed an exam. Many rumours circulated that he'd cheat - though no evidence of such was ever received. Others thought he must've slept his way to good grades.

Or, he was just inhumanely intelligent.

" Y/N! Y/N! " His ecstatic voice beckoned you to stop walking as he had finally caught up to you, bending over to catch his breath. " Let's visit the arcade together! "

You didn't know what possessed you to accept.

" Oy! Leave 'er alone, moron. Some people actually have work to get to after school. "

And there was his companion, Chuuya. Underestimating him is like a death wish. He was short. Horribly, unfortunately short. Sometimes, you'd feel bashful for the fact he'd have to look up at you sometimes.

Unlike Dazai, Chuuya's absence from school wasn't intentional.

No, not at all. Chuuya never missed a day of school on his own accord. His record full of missed days were from suspensions.

Often getting into fights with anyone, he has never lost a fight.

The duo had a dynamic you couldn't quite grasp.

And then there was you in the middle of it all.

Dazai had lured you into the friend-group about two years ago, when you were all put in the same base class and Dazai, in his extroverted glory, made attempts to suck up to all in class.

You listened to how the girls would swoon and whisper amongst themselves about the legend that was Dazai Osamu, and once he reached you, you couldn't be less impressed than what he had to offer.

" Oh, c'mon Y/N! It won't take too long, we never hang out anymore! "

His sad attempt at desperate puppy eyes lightened your day a little, so you thought you should humour him, just this once.

You didn't know much about Dazai and Chuuya's private life and you didn't pry into the territory either.

All you knew was that they were filthy rich and had a connection to the principal, Ogai Mori. Otherwise, they would've been expelled a long time ago.

" Let it go, Dazai. It's not worth it. " You put your hand on his shoulder as he leaned forward, nose barely touching the glass of the claw machine as he tried to focus on getting just what he wanted.

" But you looked at it! " He whined, digging into his pockets as the machine played a sound of defeat. " And? "

" And that means I need to get it for you! "

He insisted profusely that it'll be worth it, and you continued to doubt him. You've been standing by his side for thirty minutes at this point and not once has he won a prize.

You remarked to him that the game was purposely rigged, pointing out how weak the claw was and estimating the plushies within were weighing a little over the maximum capacity something so weak would be able to grasp for more than two seconds. That, and also how the claw would never close properly, inching in barely and dropping what toy it had luckily managed to hold onto.

And that degrading sound of humiliation. A squeaky, robotic coquettish voice repeating itself 'Better luck next time!' over and over.

Dazai was not losing to a machine.

Your stomach grumbled with hunger, and it was becoming clear that you both were growing with unrest at this machine.

" You kids still going at that? "

An arm propped itself on top of the roof of the claw machine, you looked up to see a worker had made his way over to you both. Dazai, did not look up from the game.

" I tried to get him to stop ", you mumbled, looking away from him. You'd always get shy at people older than you. You weren't exactly timid, but you were raised to be respectful. " He wants to win it for me. " It sounded oddly romantic when you put it that way.

" Yeah? You sure he can do it? " The man laughed at the truth. " So you two are on a date? " He overstayed his welcome and you began to wonder if it was usual for employees to wedge themselves into customers business.

" Yeah. We are. " Dazai answered for you, slotting in more coins for yet another try.

" Here, move li'l man, I got this. " Shoving Dazai away by the hip, the white-haired man. Begrudgingly, Dazai said nothing.

And almost with no effort at all, the man easily got the claw to clasp around the exact seal plush you wanted.

He must have been watching you both for a while to know what you wanted.

Although you kept assuring Dazai you didn't need it, you couldn't help the way your eyes sparkled as the man handed it to you with a smug smile.

" Oh! Thank you, sir! Thank you! " You took it from his hand with joy, looking at the fat cushion with adoration. It was simply adorable! You bowed your head repeatedly in gratitude, though felt it was simply not enough.

You almost forgot about Dazai until your ears deafened with the sound of a loud bang and the crashing of glass.

On impulse, you dropped to your knees with your hands over your ears protectively, unsure as to what just happened. Peeking through your tightly shut eyes, you saw that you were the only one to have dropped down and everyone else was as normal as ever.

Before you were even able to question, you uncovered your ear to hear Dazai converse with the man.

" How sad, I guess when you're making minimum wage you figure out how to make your job interesting. " Dazai cocked his pistol like second nature, and behind the legs of the employee you were crouched behind, you peered between his legs up at Dazai with wide, lost eyes.

Looking down at you, Dazai looked pissed.

" Didn't mean to scare you. Get up, we're leaving. "

The employee and Dazai seemed to know each other. You figured by the way the older man was cool about the whole ordeal, almost like he'd done everything intentionally.

You shakily rose to your feet, at a loss for words, and stared with astonishment as Dazai began to gather multiple stuffed toys from the now-broken claw machine and hold them in his arms after tucking his pistol away.

" But- you- the- "

You tripped over your words and found yourself unable to comprehend what had just happened.

" Not gonna run way with your Clyde, Bonnie? " The employee joked, stepping out of your way.

You felt this to be illegal. Maybe because it was. You did not want to aid in a robbery even if the employee was not actively stopping you. Before you could even act, Dazai grabbed you by the arm and ran ahead of you, dragging you behind him as he laughed, your other arm held tightly around the seal plush, afraid to let it go.

" Holy shit, I was so cool! " He shrilled, your shorter legs barely able to keep up with his strides.

" Dah-zai! " You panted out as he kept on running.

Your adrenaline rang in your ears and the heart in your chest beat rapidly as the two of you ran, jumped, hopped over valleys, onto the stepping stones of the river and through the bushes of the dark forest.

" Y/N! "

Dazai yelled out to you. At this point, many plushies in his arms had fallen, yet your intertwined hands never once budged open.

" Whah! Wh-What! " You tried to match his energy, but you were far too exhausted.

Finally, you both collapsed into the cold grass surrounding by large oak trees.

The night sky looking down on wild star-crossed students.

" I think I.. think I love you, Y/N " He said between deep breaths, both your limbs spread out as you tuned to the sound of crickets, the birds and the rapid breathing of one another.

You didn't know what you were thinking, or if you were even thinking coherently, though..

" I think I love you too, 'samu. "

©yawarakaizai 2023 ﹒﹒ reblogs appreciated! requests open :3

[senlin]

[kaeyx]

pmzai,, oughhh,,

he would get extremely attached to you, to the point he can’t go to sleep unless he’s being held by you. cuddles up to you mumbling incoherent sentences about how he’s your disgusting whore, smiling sleepily the entire time.

-pmzai anon

Godddd i swear you people make me worse every single day!!!

If you played your cards right he definitely would, you're always so sweet to him and he's never known anything like it. He'd say or do anything to keep you around for just a little longer, would hang off your arm and follow you around like a lost puppy, and if you tried to get him to leave you alone he'd look like you slapped him, big sad eye already full of tears before he turns around and stomps off to sulk, yelling that he was only hanging around for your protection but if you want to die then fine by him! Aaaaand five minutes later he'd be sniffling in a corner, already missing you.

Pmzai would be delighted if he got to sleep next to you, even offering his body up sometimes in hopes that you'll cuddle him to sleep afterwards. Plus wherever you live has to be way better than his storage container, so especially in winter he'd be tugging at your sleeve and pulling you in for kisses, maybe stealing your clothes, trying to get you to scoop him up and carry him off to your own bed. Moaning and crying when you fuck him ass up face down, cum spurting weakly onto the sheets as he chants over and over that he's yours, your whore, your perfect slut. Shameless about it too, he'd happily repeat back anything you tell him to say, even if it makes him sound pathetic. Ooooh maybe he'd like body writing, you leaving a demeaning message scrawled across his tummy before he gets dressed for work. And of course he'd want to be edged first thing in the morning, or have you cum in him. Anything that keeps his head fuzzy and coming back to you all day.

[prttykittes]

its 2 am and im so down bad for pmzai....... (i dont like dazai one bit i swear!)

anyways .. missionary and face sitting w pmzai with afab reader (●'◡'●) he's so cute it makes me want to eat rocks! >_<

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ — yippe! He probably wants you to eat rocks! >_<(changed to fem reader!)

๑ PMzai x fem reader [your/you/girl]

— Synopsis:: he decides to have a one night stand you are the lucky one, maybe.

CW. Missionary, face sitting, one night stand, Dazai himself, biting(he bites you and your clit twice), squirting, rough sex

A/N :: port mafia Dazai is toxic tbh he's still hot, he probably has dark kinks that ada Dazai. — written by a minor

[MASTERLIST] — ₍⁠₍⁠◞⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠௰⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠◟⁠₎⁠₎ Works in there !

There he was, he was clad in a black coat and a black suit also bandages. One side of his face was covered by his bandage, you were a one night stand for him. He was standing before you. His brown hair covered his eyes, he had a smile on his face. "soo—"he kicked the bed next to you, you jolted up and his foot was next your leg. You were surprised because you weren't expecting that to happen so suddenly. "Get up on there" His voice speak up and you sit on the bed really fast. "Atta girl" he said with a sinister grin, you blushed and looked around. He pushed down on the bed, he grabs your shirt and began to unbutton it. He took off your bra, he massages your chest and you jolt and began to blush. "Ek!" His fingers brush over your nipples, he pushes you onto the bed and he unzips his pants. "This fast?" You ask and look up at him, he rolls his eyes. "Duh" he said like it was obvious, he goes between your legs and you can feel his dick twitching against your pelvis. You sigh as you can feel his dick entering you, you jolt up and move around as he shoves himself deep of you. "Ngh" you let out a grunt as he shoves himself more deep inside, your body lifts up and you legs go in the air. "Wait—" you say but he pulls out then shoves himself inside of you, you bite your lip as his movements are still rough and never soft. He never waited for you to get use of his cock, you stomach curls as he hits your womb. "Tight yourself more" he says, you open of your eyes before you clench your pussy around his dick. "Atta girl, keep doing that" he says while he continues to fuck you, his dick never stopping to hit your womb. He leans down and bites your neck, you gasp as he continues to leave bite marks on your skin. You hear him grunt then you can feel his rough fingers against your clit, you let out a loud moan and his fingers pinch at your clit. The pleasure of his fingers in your clit and his dick hitting your womb makes you want to cum so hard, you twitch so does your pussy. After a while you twitch hard then your juices go over his dick and on the bedsheets. He pulls out and sways his hand side to side on your pussy as he makes your juices fly around, you juices coat his dick and you can see him stroking his dick as your squirting slowly stops. You let out a deep sigh as your body twitches but you feel his dick inside of you again and you can feel his dick twitch inside of you, you can feel his warm sticky cum filing you up. His cum drools out between your pussy folds, you bite your lip and twitch. "Ugh..." He sits down before he grabs your hips, his grip is hard.

You groan and yelp as he puts you on his chest. "Wha—" you say in confusion but he stops you from talking. "Ride my face" he commands, you nod your head as your mind goes hazy. You put your pussy over his face and he shoves you down on his face, you move your hips against his face. His mouth sucking and his nose touching your bud, you ride his face. His face will be covered in your juices, he moves you faster on his face. You let out a loud moan as you can feel yourself getting ready to cum all over him, you stop and grip on his hair as you cum. You hear him groan, you lift yourself up and you look down to see your juices over his face. This was a good night stand but will he continue to have you as his night stand or will he leave you for good?

[luneariann]

i’m begging on my hands and knees. will we get more of that au ever /nf

If inspiration strikes! Which it has been so I think so! :)

Here take Kikyos equivalent in the au 🫶🫶

[kittyboymafia]

Wahaha! Hello world!

I am the one and only Osamu Dazai! It's a known name, and a good one! Belongs to a mafia executive, you knowwww?

Ahaha! Don't be scared because of my role. I'm here to talk with the community! Just for fun! Send messages anytime, I have nothing better to do.

See you in the askbox! ヾ(〃^∇^)ﾉ

// ooc //

( all asks are allowed, except for borderline nsfw. dazai is 15 on this blog.

[ minor amounts of suggestivity allowed, eg. "have you and chuuya ever made out?". ]

I will still delete asks if I feel uncomfortable answering them - and make it obvious if you have a question for the mod! ♡

also runs @disgracedprodigy + @queenmackerel + @hailninetail + @onekingabove and always promoting @winechuuya . check them out!! )

anon list

[boyanacronism]

this is mafiazai 2 me

i drew this on my phone .

[yawarakaizai]

pmzai with an equally miserable s/o fem reader

ⵌ IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT

SENDER Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT PM Dazai Osamu (BSD) CONTENTS You sit and stare and wait for him to return to you. You've been bad and you've been good. There's nothing and no one that gives you purpose like he. NOTE reader+dazai are 17/18, implications of s/h, slight misogyny, death of parent, it's kind of angsty.. , soft couple, miserable couple, sui/cide mention+ideation COMPANY I'm Not Human At All

A/N ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ th is wa s har d to make b ecause i h ad sOOO OO m any ide as an d my playli st wa s feelin g good an d kept pla y ing song s th at g ave me diff fic ide as ;; th is is sad ,,, i do nt like sa d fics bu t ,,, this is kin d of a ven t? hehe FEE L FREE TO REQ UEST MOR E!

Your tender heart would care for an injured bunny rescued from a bear trap.

You'd nurse the animal as best you could yet it would always die.

Your father was a hunter. He earned your living costs by selling animal hide and what meat he'd have spare after covering what you'll need. Your mother died when you were a little girl.

You were as sweet as your mother.

Your father would tell stories of how She would gaze out on the winter sky and say to Herself, "My daughter will be as snow. Gentle and graceful, yet freezing to those who demand more of what perfect she is already."

When your Mother died, they put Her in a box full of pink carnations and orchids. Surely to counteract the smell of Her decaying corpse, to display Her flesh as something beautiful before her descent under soil to where Her bones will return and fertilise what surrounds.

Rural life in Japan was not for the weak. Which you were.

You picked up what your Mother left behind.

Tending to the chickens in their coops and shearing the sheep, you'd milk the cows and free the rabbits when Father wasn't looking.

Your hands plush with baby fat would clench around your rosary every night and pray like a good girl.

By the time you reached puberty, your features resembled your Mother more than ever before. Your figure changed and as did your father.

He'd sneer at the dress that fit you perfectly just two years ago. You'd become defiant and bold, a rebellious child.

" Father, but why? "

Your protests and argumentative nature would anger him. And now, you weren't a good girl.

Shouting battles always left you sobbing into thick pillows until your throat hurt.

It was at the age of fifteen did you find out what lies beneath your thin flesh and blue pulse.

You are made of bright crimson and spite.

At sixteen, you ran away.

It was impulsive. You forgot how and what happened. You don't want to remember.

Your calves ached and your feet blistered with pain from trudging up and down hills and farms.

You are a mixture of love and loss.

Everything is a blur, and sometimes you question whether running away was the wisest thing to do.

You had collapsed the moment you stepped foot into the city.

A sad, lost soul who ran away from her father.

You had been a..

" Very bad girl. "

The voice startled you enough for you to spill the batter all over your clean white apron.

" Osamu! " You cried out in disbelief, the boy laughing hysterically. " That isn't funny, knock it off. "

In a way, Dazai reminded you of those bunnies you'd rescue in your youth. He was caught and wounded by the claws of Life. And although you may cup his cheeks into your hands and tell him 'You're alive', he had already died before you were able to cradle him to your chest.

" I told you not to wake up early, Y/N! I should have known to not mention my fondness of crêpes to you. "

You felt untamed, wild hair brush against the bare of your neck before soft lips made contact with your jawline. A soft kiss pressing into what was cold. He was grateful to have you in his sad miserable life.

And even if you two were not perfect for each other, you'd both die to watch the world burn.

" I did it on my own accord. " You lied. " You did not. " He calls your bluff like air. You huff in surrender.

Setting down the metal bowl of paste, you turn to face him. You think of the horrors that his empty, black eye must have seen. His other eye, obscured by bandages, was a mystery to you. You respected him enough to not budge him about it.

" I wished to make you something special. "

You confess, certain he already knew your intention. Your boyfriend was simply smarter than many.

" I don't need anything. Coming home to you is enough, bella. '' His hand stretches to you like death.

Your eyes were not as bright as they were when you were little. They reflected the bad girl that you've become. The one that left her sickly impoverished father in treacherous conditions alone because her feelings were hurt.

" Belladonna. "

He'd pull you back into reality when he'd notice you slipping.

" 'samu. You've barely been coming home anymore, okay? Let me do this, just this once for you. " You snaked your arms around his waist and he mirrored your action, twirling you both out of the kitchen.

Dazai was inexplicable to you. He was a man your father wouldn't like. A man your Mother would hate. A man your younger self would despise.

You willingly moved into a shared apartment with the mafia executive after a few months of living in Yokohama. It was him to have picked you up from the streets. Sensing you were worth more than the muddied appearance you showed at that time.

Your one-time use turned into a second-time use, and your second-time use blossomed like a flower in Spring. You interested him.

You both intoxicated each other. Dazai was able to make you feel light. You felt weightless and as fragile as a butterfly. Weak, small and at his mercy.

" Then don't hide yourself away from the kitchen when I'm right here, love. "

By the time your spinning head focused on what was around you again, he had toppled you both onto the living room couch. He loomed over you, fully dressed in his mafia uniform, his stupid tie obscuring your vision until he tucked it between the buttons of his revere blouse.

" What would you do if I were to die? "

" Osamu. Stop that. "

You muttered.

You feel his life. The warmth of his body, the tender flow of blood heating his body as his finger traced patterns into your cheek. Your heart keeps beating.

" Answer me, Y/N. "

You didn't enjoy thinking of your partners demise. You wouldn't mind if you were to die.

The problem was, you didn't want to be alive for your boyfriends funeral, yet you didn't wish for your boyfriend to be alive for yours.

You loved each other to the point it became hate. Hate for how the other made living seem worth it.

Dazai had an eventful life. You did not.

You had no education whatsoever. According to the government, you did not exist. You had no birth certificate. You were no one. You lived hidden in this cramped apartment.

When Dazai was away, it was only you and your thoughts. Your thoughts were a dangerous thing.

" I think I would kill myself too. "

Your voice caught up on an unexpected crack. You were puzzled until your vision became glassy.

" Pretty baby. I'm sorry. " His apology was belated as you'd already begun to sniffle, he lowered his weight on you, turning to lay on his side as he pulled you in close, coaxing you into silence.

" Don't die, 'samu. Not here, not now. " Your sad little beg mused him.

Dazai was all you had left. You were most certain that if you were to part, you would die.

With Dazai, you were still inadequate. Without Dazai, you truly were nothing but a walking corpse.

He thinks that you are something weak and soft, with a fire raging in you that cried to be extinguished before it could spread.

You hush yourself to enjoy the feeling surrounding you. You feel Dazai's ribcage rise with each steady breath he takes. The beating of a heart is somewhere far deep in, and yours is jumping in your throat.

" Not now. " He repeated after you, and part of you wished to believe it.

There was something mystical about Osamu.

Something that warned you to not feed coal to the flame.

And that if you reached your hand in, you'd burn yourself on what was forbidden.

©yawarakaizai 2023 ﹒﹒ reblogs appreciated! requests open :3

[fyorina]

good evening tumblrinas, i was gonna post a long one shot today but i'm getting cold feet so you're just getting a drabble

[senlin]

do you guys think 15 dazai secretly listened to twice

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

hes so done looking

[kaeyx]

pmzai would be such a crier. poor thing starts bawling the moment you hit his prostrate or sink down onto his cock. cries to the point he’s hiccuping and his head is fuzzy. sex is this only time he feels like he can let out his pent up emotions and sensitivity, and he does it by sobbing until he can’t anymore. you probably have to give him some painkillers afterwards because his head hurts.

-pmzai anon

Oooh I love this idea so much. He feels so safe with you, sometimes begs you to be rough and mean because he needs a good, hard cry. He loves that you reassure him all the time while he cries even though he thinks he looks so gross and sounds horrible, petting him and kissing him and not stopping for an instant. He needs to let everything out and get it fucked out of him, all his worries, all his frustrations, everything about his life that he wants to leave behind for a bit. He knows you'll be there to catch him, clean him up and kiss and cuddle him to sleep.