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shitogori · 15 hours
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"Ah samu, the best gift is your silence"
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osachiyo · 6 months
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༅ "wrap your legs around my waist" ༄ | beast!dazai
.pairing ➺ beast!dazai x assistant!reader
.notes ➺ n/sfw content (mdni), fem!reader, cockwarming, office sex (if you see a pattern here no u don't), praise, name calling (slut, whore etc)
not proofread throughly don't come at me lovelies 🙏🏽
➺ event details & m.list
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"be a good girl and sit pretty f'me," dazai whispered, thumb circling your pretty clit as his cock was nestled deep inside you. you felt borderline delirious, being impaled on his cock without any movement− it was so, so cruel of him.
"samu... wanna move s'bad," you sniffed, pretty pink nails clawing at his crisp button up as you tried your very best not to grind down further. "shh, I know baby, I know. must be so hard for a slut like you huh?" he tilted your chin upwards to look at him, heart squeezing at the little tears clinging to your lashline. god, how he loved seeing you cry. only for this though− if anyone even thought about making you, his darling, cry− they wouldn't see the light of day again granted.
"just a few more moments, 'kay? i'm almost done, pretty," he kissed the top of your head before going back to his paperwork, fingers still playing with that cute little clit of yours and you could only sit there and take it. little whimpers and soft moans came out of your mouth everytime he shifted a little− you couldn't tell if he was doing this on purpose or not. either way, it drove you insane.
you weren't the only one being affected by this though, osamu would hiss out a curse whenever you clamped down too tightly around him, your slick dripping down his cock to his balls− completely ruining his trousers. he was resisting the urge to just bend you over his desk and fuck you stupid on his cock and he knew that's exactly what you needed− but he had to be patient. had to resist your sweet cunt clenching and unclenching around his length. you swear you could feel him throb inside of you, the feeling making butterflies erupt in your tummy.
after a few moments, you heard the soft click of the pen and osamu's slightly strained voice, "done." one moment you're cockwarming your boyf− boss, and the next moment you're being hoisted up and slammed against the wall, osamu's hushed voice hitting your ears, "wrap your legs around my waist, need to fuck you now." and you complied− jumping as he picks you up, your thighs separated by his torso while he kisses you feverishly. his teeth tugged on your bottom lip and you moaned softly, letting him in your mouth as he suckled on your tongue, hips rutting into the heat of your soft cunt, nearly slipping out from how eager he was. yeah, you definitely weren't the only one desperate to have him slamming into you.
"f-fuck− feels s'good, baby," he buried his head into the crook of your neck, hips still not slowing down− his pelvis grinding against your clit with every fast thrust. your hands clawed at his back, whining for him to take his coat off, you wanted to touch him so bad. he only chuckled, squeezing your ass between his long fingers, "wanna touch me, yeahhh? beg for it, sweet girl."
of course he'd make you beg, he always does. "wanna touch you s'o baaad− p-please!" you babbled, pulling and tugging on his jet black coat, your words breathy as you gasped, bouncing back to meet his thrusts halfway and he moaned, immensely turned on by your eagerness.
"c'mon, please don't tell me that's the best you can do? I'm sure a whore like you can do better~" he huffed, playfully smacking your ass, "now, beg. properly."
"samu! please− wanna touch you," you gasped, tugging at the hair on the back of his neck. "wanna feel you− pleasepleaseplease let me touch you−!" your cries got cut off by osamu hoisting you up again, holding you up with one arm as he hurriedly took off his coat and threw it across the room− popping the buttons off his white button-up and throwing that away aswell. his attention quickly went back to you, running his cold hands up and down your sides as he shallowly thrusted into you.
your hands immediately flew to scratch at his bandaged back, not too hard though− you know there'd be a punishment awaiting you if the bandages were damaged− and you just wanted to be osamu's good girl today.
his thrusts grew deeper, lithe fingers reaching between your bodies to play with your clit and you moaned, tightening around his cock. the brunette let out a guttural growl at the feeling of your cunt swallowing him so deliciously, the feeling was downright addicting to him− he needed to feel you cum around his cock.
his hips were slamming into you now, fingers gripping your hips so tightly that you knew they were gonna leave marks. you didn't care though− not when getting your brains fucked out by the port mafia boss.
your vision was hazy, drool dripping down your glossed lips− but you could still see how damn pretty he was. how fucking pretty osamu looked while fucking your lights out− thick brown locks disheveled, face flushed as tiny beads of sweat gathered on his forehead− some of his bangs sticking to his skin and fuck− you could almost cum from the sight alone.
what you didn't know, though, was that he was thinking the same things about you. oh, how your pretty face scrunched up in pleasure everytime he rubbed against a particular spot− it made him abuse and hit that spot over and over again, just to see your eyes slightly roll back as chants of his name rolled off your tongue. he loved the way your breasts bounced with each thrust of his unforgiving hips, made him want to bite and suck on them so much that they'd be left red and swollen. god, the mere image made his cock twitch inside of your velvety walls.
you gasped when his fingers sped up with his thrusts, ripping out gurgled mewls and moans out of you, your head lolling back against the wall as he encouraged you to cum− and you were close.
"cum on this c-cock− fuuck−!" he got cut off by his own growl, hips moving at an erratic pace− "soak this fuckin' cock, angel, now." and you did, right on queue− spraying him with your juices, now dripping down your ass cheeks as you wail from the burning overstimulation− only to get muffled by the palm of your boss. your body was completely slack in his hold, jaw unhinged as your thighs burned from the constant friction.
with one final thrust, he shuddered before flooding your insides with his seed, balls pressing against your ass and head thrown back− exposing the column of his slim throat, you wanted to bite down on it.
he slowly pulled out shortly after, pulling your panties back up and letting the waistband snap against your heated skin before smacking your ass playfully. what a damn tease. you could feel his sticky release pooling in your panties, the sensation was uncomfortable but you didn't dare disobey his wishes.
"alright, off you go now. I'm sure you have work to do, no?" osamu smirked, patting your ass softly before pushing you forward.
you wanted to wipe that little smirk off his face so bad− you were so gonna get back at him for this.
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a/n: sorry if this is ooc y'all I haven't read beast fully </3 kinda hate this but wtv, promise the next one will be better
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sproutzai · 1 month
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beast dazai who can't have you so he resorts to stealing your used sex toys while you're asleep, clasping a hand over his mouth to silence himself - and fucking himself in the corner of your room while you're clueless .
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ochameow · 4 months
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⟢ saccharine — nakahara c. ⊹ ࣪ ˖
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⟡ pairing: beast!chuuya nakahara ノ fem!reader
⟡ cw: mentions of blood and wound, overall fluff, beastzai is not the best boyfie so light angst :( ? not proofread btw
⟡ notes: coochie empty. prolly might go semi-hiatus soon.
⟡ synopsis: Dazai can be unavailable and distant sometimes, but his right-hand man was more than happy to help with your unpleasant predicament.
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You reckoned Dazai was never the most loving partner, and it's understandable when he had the entire Port Mafia on his shoulders. Most of the time, he's too busy having himself occupied with paperwork and trying everything in his ability for his supposed-deceased friend to live— including having to manipulate his subordinates and using them to his advantage.
At times, you would question whether or not he is also manipulating you, if his love for you is conditional and just as twisted as the rest of him.
You only had a single, self-serving wish.
If only he could pay more attention to you. Just a tiny amount.
If you hurt yourself, Dazai wouldn't try to kiss the hurt gone or blow it away with a breath, cleaning whatever scrapes you got and making sure you weren't dying. Most likely, he would send you to the infirmary and leave you with the Port Mafia's physician. In any case, an affectionate Dazai was a strange, disturbing, out-of-character Dazai, anyway.
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It's not bad- you tried to convince yourself, ignoring the stinging pain at your knee, the crosses from calf to thigh along the joint on your left leg. It's not your fault that you pranced across the halls (which had freshly-mopped floors) to pass time. Your first instinct was to find Dazai- he'll know what to do, right? Unfortunately, you were informed that he isn't available at the headquarters right now. Great. Disappointed and downhearted, you limped your way to the infirmary with your injured knee before—
"You alright there?" You turned around to meet a man, a rather familiar-looking one. Copper haired. Blue eyes. That signature fedora. A high-ranked member, it seemed. You have met him before— his name on the tip of your tongue. The one that interrupted your little rendezvous with Dazai in his office. What was his name again?
"Um... I'm fine, it's just a tiny-"
"That doesn't look like fine to me." He scoffed, making his way to you. He gave you a brief once-over, concern mixed with awe evident in his gaze. A gloved hand rested at the small of your back, guiding you forward.
"You don't seem to know where the infirmary is, do you?"
"I do, it's just..."
"What?"
"Nevermind. May I know your name?"
You did expect him to pick you up and carry you, but perhaps that might cross the line. At this point, everyone in the Port Mafia knew you were Dazai's. Disrespecting you is equivalent to disrespecting the boss himself. And that could result in a bullet through your skull.
"Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara. I'm surprised you don't remember it." He replied, and you noticed that his voice was rather... gentle, at least more than before, a stark contrast to his brash appearance and aura.
You didn't reply, letting Chuuya lead you to the infirmary.
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He was kneeling before you, examining your knee with utmost care that it surprised you. He's rather dedicated, you thought as he leaned in to check that there were no serious wounds, holding on to the back of your left calf with both hands. The coolness of his leather gloves hitched the hem of your skirt and skimmed along the scraped area. The grip of his hand around your leg was tight, far more tight than it should be if he's merely trying to steady you.
Still, having someone to fuss over you like you were the most precious thing in the world.. it's kind of nice. Even if he wasn't so vocal about it. You wondered what it'd be like if Dazai were as attentive as Chuuya. How would it be?
"Tell me if it hurts." He reminded you, reaching for something in the cabinets.
As if he could read your thoughts.
You didn't even realize how swift his movements were, bandaging your wound with gauze. The bandages reminded you of Dazai. Supposedly if you were a Mafia member, basic patching-up skills were necessary to acquire.
"Thank you." You mumbled, lifting your leg, and swinging it back to forth. Offering him a small smile as a sign of gratitude, you received a subtle nod from Chuuya.
"It's nothing much. Just be careful next time. Don't want Boss to go out of his way for your silly accidents." He chided, borderline reprimanding.
"I'll try." You mumbled apologetically, and you sulked, looking down at your shoes like a scolded child. "Sorry to bother you."
Neither of you noticed a single red eye, peeking in the infirmary from outside.
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kaeyx · 7 months
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-lowkey (highkey) wanna get dicked down by beastzai in his office (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾ imagine being his little secretary running around doing errands n stuffs then one day ur boss calls u to his office just to make u blow him off under the desk (о´∀`о)
-cockwarming him while his subordinate is giving a report bc the back of the chair is big enough to cover both of u and dazai’s voice maintains completely calm as u tries to conceal moans ♡
Dazai who makes you his secretary because he wants easy access....he doesn't even need one, Chuuya already takes care of most of your duties anyway. But he likes having a pretty little thing by his side, so nervous as they diligently take notes and rattle off figures. Things Dazai already knows, but he doesn't keep you around for that. Keeps sending you on errands so he can stare at your ass as you leave his office.
And oh,,,,sitting there while Chuuya (who knows Dazai well enough to smell bs) is giving him a report on shipments or something else unimportant, and Dazai is kneading your hips and resting his chin on your shoulder. Chuuya dragging his speech out too, and Dazai having a normal conversation with him like you're not clenching and dripping all over his cock. His voice doesn't even waver!
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tiredlilguy · 8 months
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Hello Oda~ Hope you're doing well! This is like the first time I've requested something, so I hope I get it right. Can I request something Beast!Dazai x reader related?
Basically, a last dance with his S/O (his way of vaguely saying goodbye without letting the reader know too much about his plans). Make it as angsty as you'd like!
a/n: hihi! i hope you're doing well too >:D this is hella edgy, but im not going to lie, it gave me a lot of ideas for what to write. i had to put the draft aside for a little bit because i did just post angst a second ago. enjoy though! >:D i had fun with this prompt hehe
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pairing: BEAST!Dazai Osamu X GN!Reader cw: [BSD BEAST SPOILERS!], sad :(, not proofread desc: dazai chose to dance with you. to you, just another dance. to him, his last.
Dazai Osamu didn’t do good things.
You understood that much…
Even if you didn’t work in the Mafia, you still felt as though there was a good in him. He was simply a man lost in his own eyes, yet at the same time that void shined when it faced you. It was if if his eye that was filled with darkness and nothing shown light the moment that they looked at you.
You first meeting him was a blur, it started with you just working at an old bar that was close to rusting. He seemed to appear out of nowhere, taking a seat with a smile and already asking for a glass of whiskey with a grin. It was odd… you were talking to a stranger and yet in the moment that you saw him, it almost felt as if you knew everything about him. Dazai was ready to be open to that too, offering to buy you a drink in exchange for a little bit of conversation.
Now you were no longer working at that bar. Ever since then, everything seemed to change: five star hotels, fancy restaurants, pretty silk outfits and clothes from luxury brands, fancy jewelry with twenty-four karat gold, and a penthouse that you weren’t expecting to find yourself sitting on the balcony of. Life seemed to be a red carpet walk for you, and all you had to do in return was give your heart to Dazai. Of course, you did with no hesitation. It seemed as though that first time yo’ve met, you’ve known each other for years.
He not only gave you gifts in forms of affection, but he too was also affectionate himself. Dazai often loved to spend time with you even if you two weren’t talking. Your presence was something that he enjoyed, even if you two didn’t have to say a single word or let out a sound. He kissed you gently, always making sure to pull you close by the hand before with a small smile. Dazai would whisper soft things into your ear as he held you tight, perhaps telling you something just to make you laugh… You felt as though you were on top of the world with him.
And yet…
You knew Dazai never did anything good.
After all, now he was the Port Mafia’s boss, the man who ruled authority with an iron fist and a cold face. Unfortunately with that… there were a lot of things he never told you. Dazai never took off his bandaged in front of you, never told you how work was really going, never explained why he was out so late or that he had arrived home in different clothes. You were left in the dark, and while that made you afraid and confused, you understood that it was for your safety. If you knew about what Dazai was doing, you’d be an easy target for ransom despite you being quite good at defending yourself. All he wanted to do was to protect you.
Yet…
You were called to meet your lover in an uncertain location. While the letter was reassuring for you not to worry, you car being late was already enough to make you anxious. Giving up on waiting after ten minutes, you ran off, searching for the location on your own. In some way you felt as though your legs would be faster than a flimsy car. The more steps you took, you felt your heart race more with anxiety.
Why did he call you here?
What does he need?
Are you going to be ok?
Eventually, your exhausted soles met the ground you were to meet him upon. An abandoned parking lot, not too far from just leaving the city. Yet at the same time, you were out of breathe, sweaty and an anxious mess. You ran up the multiple stairs, running to arrive at the floor that he’d requested. Once you were there, your feet started to slow down as you tried to catch your breathe. You didn’t understand how tired you really were until you arrived, the feeling underneath your feet only aching more and more as the cluster of feelings in your chest grew bigger.
There Dazai was, standing with his hands behind his back as he stared into the sunset. He turned around to you with a light smile, offering his hands.
“ There you are, little flower,” he sung softly, but loud enough for you to hear. You gently walked over to him, taking his hand. Before you knew it, he pulled your arm back, wrapping a hand around your waist with a smile as he made you come closer. Dazai closed his eyes as he started to step to the side, humming to himself gently. Once again, you were close enough to hear.
You looked up at him, accepting his implicit invitation to dance around, placing a hand on his shoulder and following his footsteps.
Despite the scene being rather calm, you felt a strange wave of anxiety in your chest, yet at the same time you wondered if it was just all the running. You watched and following in silence as Dazai seemed to be in his own world. This time… with his eyes closed. It was strange, if he had his eyes closed you could never understand what was on his mind… at least from a distance. He’d look at you with a soft gaze if his eyes were open, a small glimmer showing from them… He was hiding.
“ Osamu…,” you said in a hushed voice.
He seemed to still be in his own universe as he answered with a hum,” Yes, my love? Sorry that the car you were supposed to take didn’t get here on time. There was some… complications… on the way.”
“ Osamu could you just look at me for a secon- ah…!,” Dazai swiftly pulled you to switch sides, the trum in his voice getting a little bit louder.
“ Hm… I quite love the scenery that I’ve chosen. Don’t you…? You always enjoyed sunsets like this, no?,” Dazai stopped, looking over to the side, but he made sure that you weren’t able to see his eyes, his bandaged side hiding his true expression. He turned around once again and continued swaying you about as you couldn’t really think of any words to say back. You chose to stay silent, letting him enjoy his dance…
To you, a simple dance, one like many that he’d enjoyed with you.
To him, his last dance.
Dazai eventually stopped himself, separating from you before dipping you down. He’d finally opened his eyes… and this time all you could see was an empty void. One that didn’t seem to look back at you the way it used to.
“ Goodnight, my love,” he said gently,” I enjoyed this dance with you, but now it’s time for you to go.”
You raised a brow,” Good… night? I’ll see you tonight, ‘Samu. You’re acting really weird.”
“ Whatever do you mean,” You didn’t answer back, only shrugging your shoulders. Perhaps your thoughts were just betraying you, and so you let go of his hands with a smile.
“ I love you, Osamu,” you said, placing a soft kiss on his lips despite how strangely cold they felt.
“ Hm…,” he let out one warm smile,” I love you too.”
Dazai knew that this world could not move on without his disappearance. It was all too painful, this universe, yet at the same time, it was one where his dear friend, Oda was alive… One where Oda could write his novel in a peaceful life.
However he also knew… that he couldn’t give you everything. Leaving you confused in the dark was already enough… and so, by his plan, he left this world.
A bittersweet relief.
It was midnight. Dazai hadn’t returned to your door yet, but the person that did was a tall man with rust red hair. He was in a bow and held a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a blueish-green pendant.
“ I’m sorry for your loss.”
“ I… huh?”
“ He’s gone… Dazai that is…”
“ O-oh god…”
“ Take this… This is the least I can do.”
“ …”
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luneariann · 1 year
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Im imagining beast skk meeting canon skk and its so funny to me because the Chuuyas would have mby one moment of awkward silence and then just start getting along, meanwhile Dazai would be like
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noxxchive · 21 days
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sometimes all a man needs is [beastzai whimpering and moaning.mp3]
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pupperish · 8 months
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staledirt87 · 11 months
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Beast!Dazai giving me feels...
On one hand, he got what he's yearned for. He's released from this life, he got to see Oda one more time. But the only reason he missed Oda is because he somehow got "other" Dazai's memories and grief.
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lovesomepoems · 6 months
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you were everything to me
and yet,
to you I’m nothing
two friends torn apart by work
you call me your enemy but
do enemies know the way your laugh sounds?
you call me your enemy but
i know what music you like
how you like your tea
how often you visit certain places
“there is no reason for an enemy to call me Odasaku” and yet..
youre not my enemy.
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shitogori · 1 month
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angst
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yomeiu · 2 months
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disintegrating in your arms
(abandoned pose ref study WIP)
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lotus-pear · 3 months
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in love with tragedy
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kaeyx · 7 months
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Sliding into beastzai's office while he's doing paperwork because you were feeling needy, then ended up sitting on the desk, legs spread as he teases your clit with his pen. He would only sigh when he realized that you came all over the paper on the desk, soaking them wet with your juices. "How does it feel, hmm? Having the boss of the Port Mafia spoil you like this?"
anw beastzai girlies rise
Beastzai fuckers unite! It sounds like the kind of thing he'd make you do for interrupting him while he works, even though he's delighted to have such a nice excuse to take a break. He'd take the time to trace all over your pussy with the tip of the pen, drawing it lightly over every fold before tapping it against the hood of your clit. He'd even dip it into you just to watch your slick connecting your pussy and the pen, all the while asking you if this is really what you wanted, if you got in the way of his work just because you wanted your pretty pussy teased.
I don't know about you people but I couldn't cum from that, I don't care what magic he's working with the pen. So Beastzai gives you the option to stop and leave and he'll take care of you later, eat you out as much as you like; or you can ride him now while he keeps working and make yourself cum! (But you're not allowed to until after you've made him cum, obviously)
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seukorei · 2 months
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light a candle for me when i die, won't you?
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