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invidiia · 9 months

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I don’t think you understand the way I raced to read your work once I saw you updated something new lmfaoaoo. But like I have an idea- platonic yandere pm!Dazai with a reader who was sent to assassinate him from a rival organization. This is my first time asking so feel free to ignore this- literately just have a great day <3

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ "higher than the sun." 𖤐 yandere osamu dazai // reader.

dazai grows an obsession after meeting the one who was supposed to end him.

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[ a/n ; THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! pm!dazai so silly i love him even though he makes me sad </3 reader and dazai are the same age, so whether it's teen/adult daz depends on reader's age i suppose? ]

[ warning ; platonic yandere, obsession, gender neutral reader, reader's organization is abusive to them, honestly this can probably be read as platonic or romantic, reader also lives in a shipping container like dazai, does that count as a stormbringer spoiler?, mention of torture and death ]

[ word count ; 1.6k ]

One month.

It was one month since you were tasked to assassinate Osamu Dazai of the Port Mafia, and it was finally time.

The young assassin stood behind the door with a sharp knife in their hand, leaning against it to listen for anyone else in the room. Only silence.

Nothing could be heard from beyond the door, but you knew your target was behind it. Getting into the port mafia headquarters wasn't easy, but you were here now, so what really mattered was killing Dazai and getting out easily.

You leaned up against the door quietly, trying to listen for anything else to be a danger while you did this job. It was super important you didn't fail. You could never predict your leader's next move.

With an ear to the door, you finally made out a sound. The sound of the door knob turning. Before you could react, the door swung back and you fell forward. Into someone. You landed on your side, while the other landed on their back. It was embarrassing. You sat up carefully to look at the person, seeing if it was truly who you needed to see.. and it was. Osamu Dazai lied next to you on his back, opening his eyes.

You gasped, turning to trap him under you, with the knife in your hand. Now, Dazai was face to face with the person who would bring him death. Your target lie shocked under you, and before you raised the knife to stab his chest, a smile creeped onto his face, and Dazai spoke up.

"Do it," He spoke, followed by a smirk and a sigh. "I always wanted to die under the hands of someone like you."

Hold on.

Someone like you?

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

You moved back off of him, obviously flustered, and dropping the knife. Did he just call you attractive? "Did you just..?" Seriously. Calling the person who was about to stab him, to bring him death, attractive?

Dazai sat up too, moving closer. "Yeah." He spoke as if it was normal. "Are you gonna kill me, or..?" He looked through your eyes, straight to your very soul. "I.. Um, yeah, I'm gonna kill you. With this.." You turned to your side to pick up the knife, but it was gone. Looking back up to see Dazai pulling away from you, with the knife in his hands. Oh.

You backed away further, because now he had the knife, and you were at just about every disadvantage here. "I gotta go, uh."

"Wait, you're supposed to kill me..!" Your target yelled before you stumbled back up to your feet and bolted, leaving the room and running down flights of stairs. Thankfully you had stamina because if anyone else from the mafia caught you, you'd be killed.

But maybe death was better than being beaten by your boss.

Was your life always this miserable before?

That's what Dazai wanted to know. He followed you the night you left, looking for you again.

Dazai gained an obsession. Some kind of love, and he didn't know. He watched through a window as the one who ordered his death violently beat you, continuing to press on your limp body with his shoe for not finishing your job. Dazai stayed out of sight, to keep the living proof of your failure hidden as to not get you hurt more.

Part of him blamed himself for this. Thinking that he should have let you stab him to avoid being beaten.. but then, he couldn't save you in the future, like he couldn't now. That was why he had a plan.

Dazai followed closely behind on an empty street, watching you cling to street light poles to keep yourself standing on a sprained ankle. He noticed how you winced in pain every time your hand clutched the poles, the sensitive, scraped skin giving you a hard time just because you couldn't properly stand.

It was a long walk to where you lived, especially if you're injured. Dazai had a smile, watching while you dragged yourself into your temporary home - a shipping container. You were just like him! You two were destined to meet, practically cut from the same mold.

Like Dazai's own, your living space was very.. empty. Barely anything, aside from a bed and place to store your food, and a few other necessities.

But, at least you could get some sleep for the night.

Only a few days later, you found yourself back in your own bed. Normally for you, sleep was amazing when you haven't gotten it in a while. Any amount was worth it, as long as you had a bed, right?

It wasn't normal, however, to wake up to another person's head right over yours. You could see one eye with a curious glint peering down at yours, the other hidden by bandages.

It didn't take you long to back away and swing a fist at the familiar face. Your former target caught your wrist right at your knuckles grazed his face. Thankfully, it didn't hurt him, or he'd be a little more upset. But could he really blame you? You're just defending yourself, he can't possibly hate you because you thought he came to hurt you.

Dazai didn't yell at you or anything, all he did was ask one question.

"How's your ankle?" You had no idea he saw what he did. Was he not here to get revenge on you for trying to kill him? "What? You saw that..?" You paused, sitting up probably and turning off the side of the bed, lifting your ankle up to see how it looked. Swollen blotches of a deep purple color covered all around the area. It hurt to move, but it wasn't the worst thing your boss had done to you anyway. You've limped home on a broken leg twice anyway. "If you're looking for an apology, I'm sorry. I-I was ordered to do it,"

"No," Dazai stifled a laugh, bringing a hand to his face. He didn't care about your apology. He wanted you to kill him anyway.. but not now. "I don't want a 'sorry'. Instead, I have an offer for you."

You never heard offer with a good meaning.. normally, your boss would give you a mission for a large amount of money, and then cut down on his word by paying you less than his promise. "Offer..?" You cautiously asked.

"Yes." Dazai stood in front of you, reaching a hand out for you to take. "Come with me, join the port mafia." His hand was steady, contrary to the way he felt inside, anxious. Anxious for your answer, for your reaction.

You hesitated. Leaving your boss would be.. hard. Despite the organization being smaller than the port mafia, it wouldn't be hard for your boss to find you. If he found out you were gone, who knows? Likely, he'd have you killed for treason. "What would my superior say..? He'll find out, then he'll have me killed."

"I won't let him hurt you." Dazai responded quickly, taking your hand in his without asking, It hurt. It hurt your skin, the palms of your hands still scraped, not fully healed. "I won't let him lay a finger on you. Would you do the same for me?"

He stared into your hesitant eyes for a few moments. "I can't betray him.." Dazai didn't like your decision. His eyes were darker, less hopeful for your answer. "I understand." And with that, he let go of your hand and left.

It was a few days again since you decided to stay under your boss.

Dazai could understand. He knew you were terrified of being killed for turning against your only source of income. But he could just have your boss killed if he wanted to! He could have him tortured for hurting you as much as he did! All Dazai needed was for you to trust him, and it didn't work, he should have known.

Unless he used another tactic. Maybe he could get you to come with him willingly, but why would he wait so long to take you out of your situation? Kidnapping was always an option, anyway.

But first, he wanted to get your boss out of the way. There was nothing too special about his death, really - it just was rare to be tortured by Dazai specifically, then killed.

Now that your boss was gone, what was basically your life had just dissolved in the span of two days. Your boss was dead, multiple other members had gone off the grid, and you were forced to go back home.

The shipping container's doors shut with a slam while you flopped onto the bed, whether it was anger or sadness, you couldn't even tell. Part of you was relieved, hearing about the death of your abuser, the infamous boss of your organization. Your vision was blurred. You didn't feel like you had a purpose anymore. You practically just lost your life.

The thing that snapped you out of your dissociation was the sound of the container door shutting. When you looked back up, Dazai was there, standing in front of you with a smile on his face.

You wanted to tell him the answer was no, knowing he was going to ask you to come with him again, but you were too out of it to do anything but look up at him. "I heard about your leader."

He mocked your boss. Dazai knew what he did. "I know you have something to do with this," You sighed, blinking to gain composure over yourself.

"Maybe," Dazai stepped closer to you, tilting a head at your accusation, smiling. He didn't deny it. "So, what'll it be?"

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tears0fsatan · 2 years

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Your work is so interesting to read! Can I request for closet cock/cumslut Lucifer x M!Mc?

𖥻 characters... lucifer x m!reader

𖥻 genre... nsfw oneshot

𖥻 warnings... nsfw!! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned will be blocked, amab!reader [reader has a dick], soft dom!reader, bottom!lucifer, established relationship but not specified, L word bombs, degradation lolol, dirty talking baby!, and praise lets go!, power play, anal fingering [trying not to laugh as i write this], overstimulation, dacryphilia, drooling, dumbification?, raw sex?? [adding this just in case], aftercare!!!, kinda mushy heheh i luv luci, u should also consider turning ur volume down if ur around people lol

𖥻 a.n... gah damn i've managed to gain a horny following .... well can't say i'm surprised LMFAOAOO your wish is my command my dear ₍⑅ᐢ-.-₎ฅ₍ᐢ..ᐢ⑅₎ i'm not confident in my smut writing abilities since the only time i've ever written sumn remotely smutty was my last post but i hope this was to your liking!!

it was late, the night was young and the air was relatively cool despite the fireplace being lit, that was devildoms nature for you. most of devildom was asleep by now, save for you and a certain demon lord. the study's red velvet chair felt smooth and luxurious against your skin, you couldn't help but feel the rush of power that surged through you.

lucifer morningstar, previously known as heaven's most beautiful angel, the now mighty avatar of pride, the oldest brother of the seven demon lords, prince diavolo's right hand man, was fully nude and on his knees in front of you as you sat back in his chair.

a flush ran down his body, from his ears all the way down to his v line. though despite his evident blush, the look on his face would've disintegrated any regular demon. however because it was a sight you saw often, it no longer had an affect on you.

"aw, is the almighty lucifer morningstar angry? hm?" you cooed, raking a finger down his cheek, letting out an amused chuckle as he hardened his glare.

you knew despite how enraged he looked, he thrived off of being treated like this. you also knew that it wouldn't take much more for him to finally let go of his pride and allow you to take control of him for the rest of the evening.

"lowly human, who do you think you are?" he snarled out. you couldn't stop the smile that grew on your face at his venomous retort, he was so cute when he pretended like this wasn't turning him on.

"is that how you speak to me, lucifer?" you purred, leaning towards him, bringing your face closer to his. you raised a brow, expecting him to fight back, not tolerating the disrespect you were throwing at him.

he growled, attempting to squirm his face out of your grasp, piercing glare still heavy on you.

"you say all that but your dick is reeaal hard, luci." you drawl out while chuckling, using your foot to nudge his painfully hard cock. the demon only responded by letting out a small, suppressed whimper, his resolve slowly slipping away. he struggled to keep his head up, his abdomen tensing up in a way that highlighted his abs.

"don't you want me to make you feel good, hm? don't you wanna be my good boy?" that was all it took for lucifer to finally submit to you, his whole body visibly relaxing as he stopped putting up a fight. normally, it would take a while to coerce such a prideful demon to let go of his firmness, but you had picked up on his tale tell signs of him overworking himself and knew he needed this more than anything.

he looked pretty like this一 sitting pliantly on his knees in between your legs while you rested on his chair, leaky cock standing proud against his flushed abs that he (poorly) covered with his arms, the tips of his raven hair brushing against his sharp vermillion eyes, now softly gazing up at you.

amongst the quiet noise that was intrinsic to the study, the 'please' that slipped past his lips was hardly audible, though the way he nuzzled into your palm was a clear enough indication.

you signalled to your lap, non verbally telling him to straddle you. and as though his inhibitions had flown out the window, he clumsily climbed your lap. due to his ridiculous height, it took lucifer a bit of fumbling around and squirming to finally get comfortable (which also helped rouse a little someone), and wasted no time to kiss you.

lucifer wasn't someone who expressed his affection often, be it verbally or physically. so whenever lucifer kissed you, it always left you feeling adored and appreciated. whether he gave you a quick peck or you two were having a full blown make out session, all his kisses screamed 'i love you'.

that being said, kisses were the only thing you'd let him lead when it came to the lewder side of things. it let him know that he could decide whether he wanted things to go further or stick to making out. it was an unspoken rule you both had naturally adopted at the start of your relationship and both of you found solace in the dynamic.

his lips were always soft, as if he had a care routine specifically for them, it wouldn't surprise you with how thought out lucifer was. he kissed you like it was the last thing he was ever going to do, with one hand on the back of your head, the other gripping your shoulder like his life depended on it and his soft hair tickling your cheek.

your hands flew to his hips, stopping him from grinding on you, which only made him let out a growl. you couldn't help but giggle at his eagerness, which earned you a nip on the lip. you responded by squeezing his ass, hands caressing the area around it.

once you felt as though you were running out of air, you gently pushed the demon away, who was reluctant to put distant between the two of you. you smiled at his impatience, how could you not when he was acting so cute?

with one hand still on his ass, you tapped his lips with your fingers with your other, lucifer already knowing what you wanted him to do. he took your fingers in his mouth, eyes half lidded looking at you with so much desire it ignited something in your stomach. you let him do his job with his tongue while you took the time to mark up his neck, making sure to leave marks that would disappear tomorrow morning.

when you reached the juncture between his neck and shoulders, you bit down hard, just the way you knew he liked. you looked at his face as you bit down, relishing in the way his face scrunched up in pleasure. his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes screwed shut, and his lips so beautifully wrapped around you, you felt blessed to see such a sight. it was times like this you realised why he was known as 'heaven's most beautiful angel'.

when you felt your fingers were slick enough, you moved to pull your fingers out of his mouth. lucifer squeezed the hand on your shoulder, as if to tell you to hurry up. you soothed him with a few kisses as your hand trailed back down to his hole.

as gently as you could, you eased one finger into him, letting him get used to it before taking things farther. the gasp he let out was high pitched and downright lewd, making you want to ruin him, but since you knew he was more stressed than normal, you wanted to take things slow so he could enjoy himself.

the longer you fingered him, the more loose he got, both vocally and physically.

lucifer rested his forehead on your shoulder, arms wrapped around you with a grip like a vice, a mix of high pitched whines and deep guttural growls slipping from his lips. in between all the sinful noises coming out of him, he kept his mouth on you, sucking dark bruises on whatever part he could reach.

when lucifer decided you had scissored him enough, he groaned all loud and covet while grabbing your hands.

"what is it, hm? tell me what you want, luci." you lightly commanded, pausing all your ministrations on him. the demon stayed quiet, finding it too embarrassing to speak out.

you gave him a warning squeeze and peeked down at him, raising a brow when he huffed and avoided your eyes. you shrugged at his attitude, slowly pulling your hands away when he squeezed you.

you gave lucifer a moment to collect himself, holding his waist to balance him as he lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you properly.

"want you to-" he took a sharp inhale and looked away, blush growing ever so darker, "want you to fuck me."

you cooed, awarding your demon with a kiss on his chest, trailing upwards until you reached his lips. you kept him entertained with kisses as one of your hands reached for the lube you knew he kept hidden in one of his drawers.

you broke off the kiss and gestured the demon to lay on the desk while you quickly undressed yourself, throwing your clothes off mindlessly, uncaring to where your clothes ended up.he got off your lap, pushing his cluttered paperwork to the side to make space for him to lie on. the bottle of lube opened up with a small 'pop' that was hardly audible amongst the sound rustling papers. while he was doing that, you released your dick from it's confinement, biting your lip to hold back your moan.

you gave yourself a few pumps before turning to lucifer laid out beautifully in front of you. lucifer used his elbows to prop himself up, knees pressed up together (which he probably did to cover himself but really only exposed him more) and sharp half lidded eyes watching you.

you aligned yourself with his hole, with one hand gently pushing lucifer down before taking ahold of his hand. when your tip got past his rim, his legs immediately wrapped themselves around you and his free hand gripped your biceps for stability. the noise he let out sounded like he was out of breath, as if he had just finished ten rounds with you, when in reality you were just getting started.

his hole squeezed down on your cock and you swear you saw stars. you had to take a few seconds to breathe, if you didn't calm down you wouldn't be able to guarantee you'd go easy on him. after giving him time to adjust to your length, you began to move, starting off with slow but deep thrusts before falling into a faster rhythm.

the former angel squirmed beneath you, eyes screwed shut, his mouth in the shape of an 'o' and a heavy blush coating his face and chest. with the help of the lit fireplace, you could see a sheen of sweat building up across his shaking body, though all you could focus on was the erratic rise and fall of his chest.

"aw, look at you luci, taking me like it's what you were born to do." you praised, nipping and licking the expanse of skin in front of you. lucifer didn't respond, too busy panting and moaning. you kept your pace unrelenting, your free hand moving from it's bruising grip on his thighs to play with his cock.

"yes, yes - mmph! - yes!" the avatar of pride wailed out, unraveling oh so beautifully under you. lucifer was a mess of moans, needy high pitched whines and deep incoherent mumbles tumbling out of his mouth uncontrollably with an occasional growl slipping out.

you couldn't help but stare in amazement. the usual poised, eloquent and composed first born was whimpering and whining like a bitch in heat because of you. he was crying out your name. you were the only one he allowed to see him be so vulnerable.

it gave you a rush, being in control of such a powerful being. you loved it. you loved knowing that you were the only one seeing him like this, in all his indecent grandeur. you were the only one who could make such an intelligent demon so dumb.

he let out a loud cry, and you could tell you had found his sensitive bundle of nerves. while abusing your new found knowledge, you also continued stroking him, even after his shaky hands flew down to your wrist, a sign he was close to his orgasm.

"wait! please - oh my - sl-slow down!" lucifer moaned, you were tempted to relax a bit, but the thought of teasing him further was more alluring to you. you kept your thrusts at a harsh pace, playing with his angry, red head, the way you knew would get him to cum.

and you were right— within a matter of seconds, lucifer came all over your hand with a loud raspy groan. long, thick spurts of cum painting your hand white. you slowed down your thrusts and gave his length a couple of strokes, fucking him through his high.

once he got his breathing back to a normal speed, you picked up your pace again, causing him to let out a sharp gasp. your hands travelled his body, caressing anywhere you could reach.

"no! can't, can't, can't!" the demon cried out like it was prayer, hands flying up to your stomach to stop you. you shushed him with kisses, your hand moving down to his thighs.

though despite your attempts to sooth him, tears began to trickle down his face. "'s too much- can't-" lucifer choked out, writhing around, head tipped back and lip caught between his teeth to prevent more tears from falling, though it made no difference.

you used your free hand to raise his left thigh over your shoulder, giving you a better angle. the look the demon shot you was enough to fuel you on, determined to make lucifer into a crying, drooling mess.

"that's a good boy, baby. you're doing so— shit— well. got you all dumb on my cock, just the way you like it." the praises spewed out of your mouth, grunts escaping in between your sentences. you could tell lucifer enjoyed the praise, if the way he clenched around you was anything to go by.

"so — so g-good- mmf!" the voice crack in the middle of his sentence made you smirk.

"you're such a cockslut for me." a dark chuckle fell from your lips, "you're such a sweet little thing for me, aren't ya, baby?"

the demon responded with a long whine, nodding fervently while releasing his hold on your hand and arm to cling onto your shoulders, pulling you in. he kissed you with ardor, bringing you closer to him until there was no space in between the both of you.

your hands grabbed a hold of the back of head, tugging gently at the hair sitting on the nape of his neck. upon feeling yourself reach your own release, your other hand trailed back down to his cock that was resting heavily on his cum stained stomach.

lucifer broke off the kiss, a small line of spit appearing between the two of you. his eyes were half lidded, blush spread across his cheeks, tear streaks down his face, wet swollen lips and drool pooling at the edges of his mouth. it was truly a sight so behold

"if only the others saw you like this." you whispered amid pressing open mouthed kisses on his neck, covering him in more marks, "i wonder how lord diavolo would react if he could see you like this." that was all it took for lucifer to reach his high.

his eyes rolled back at all the stimulation, your cock brutally slamming into him at a harsh pace, your hand rubbing him at an inconsistent speed, and your humiliating words were all too much for him.

with his head tipped back and your name spilling out of his lips like a prayer, he came hard, releasing all over his and your chest. you weren't far behind, following suit and cumming in his ass.

the both of you took a moment to catch your breath, panting heavy. you looked up from where your head rested on lucifer's sternum and saw he had laid his head back on the desk, eyes closed with his hair sticking to his forehead.

you smiled, wiping your dirtied hand on your thigh while the other moved the hair out of his face. you gave him a peck before pulling out your softening length from his hole.

"you did so well for me, lucifer, so good. let's get you cleaned up, hm?" using a shirt absentmindedly discarded on the floor, you wiped the cum off of the demon's chest before moving down to his hole. you cleaned off what you could, leaving the rest of the cum in him for the bath.

sliding one arm under lucifer's neck while the other moved to grab a hold of the back of his knees, you lifted him into your arms. you shifted a bit so he was in a more comfortable and secure position before making your way to the stairs (you really needed to keep it in your pants when he was in the study, the walk up to his room wasn't exactly an easy feat when you had a demon in your arms).

wordlessly, lucifer opened the locked door with magic, tiredly raising one of his fingers to do the trick.

the journey to his bedroom was silent, lucifer visibly tuckered out and shivering lightly from the overexertion. with his head on your chest, he opened his door, shutting it when the two of you set foot in his room.

you entered the bathroom, placing the limp demon in the bath and letting the warm water fill up while you went on to prepare the towels and change of clothes.

when you returned, the tub was filled with warm water and you internally chastised lucifer for using magic, he was already tired as is, you didn't want him pushing himself further (especially not when you weren't finished with him).

you squeezed behind him, gently resting his head on your shoulder. your hands eased the tightness in his muscles while also wiping away the sweat and cum on him. you focused on his shoulders for a while, the demon in between your legs occasionally letting out a groan of contentment.

as you worked your way down, lucifer practically melted in your hands, becoming like putty in your palms.

you resisted the urge to coo at him, rather choosing to concentrate on untangling the kinks in your malleable demon. you reached his legs, using one hand to separate his thighs so you could clean his fucked out hole.

the groans got increasingly louder and needier, the atmosphere in the air changed, the tension growing thicker by the second.

wrapping one arm around his lower abdomen while the other continued to clean him, you whispered directly into his ear, "who said we were done for the night, hm? was that enough to satisfy my little cockslut?"

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