#bsd x reader

[lovedazai]

WORST BEHAVIOR . . . dazai gets turned on watching you fight and just can’t help himself.

ft. pm!dazai + f!reader, pm!reader, possessive behavior, physical fighting, dazai is a little pervy, one use of ‘good girl’, semi-public & unprotected sex, choking (m!receiving), 2.5k w.c…mdni !!

p.s.! ⊹ ࣪ ˖ i know i’ve been promising this one for a while :< thank you for being patient with me !!

dazai already knows you indulge him; you let him get away with more than anyone else ever would. even outside of work, when he’s stripped of the authority that comes from being the youngest port mafia executive, the unspoken next in line for the throne of yokohama’s underworld, you always give into his whines of five more minutes or just one more kiss, i swear.

if you asked him, it was your own fault that he liked you so much; you were addicting. if the port mafia was a black hole where all light escaped, you were a twinkling star, falling from the sky right into dazai’s blood-soaked hands, and he loves you more than he ever thought he could. you weren’t quite an executive yet, but you were good at what you didー fighting.

there were only a few things in his meaningless life that made him less than bored: drinking with odasaku after work, harassing chuuya to tears, and watching you train, or better yet, getting to see you on a mission. his favorite part was that you always looked so, so hot while you were doing it.

he tries to act surprised when you’re both sent to take care of some low-level group, threatening to leak information that they definitely didn’t have. he didn’t really have to come with you on this assignment, it was below his level as an executive, after all, but he went through all of the trouble of leaking the address to one of the mafia’s “hideouts”, ensuring they’d show up at the dingy warehouse. it looms before the two of you, weathered from the salty air of the port, glass windows splintered and broken.

his coat flutters behind him with every giddy step, happily following after you and your little black skirt; maybe if he was lucky enough, he’d get a peek beneath it.

“are you sure you don’t have somewhere else to be right now?” you turn to look over your shoulder, reaching your hand out for him and intertwining your fingers loosely.

“there’s nowhere else i’d rather be.” he swings your arms between the two of you loosely. you only drop his hand to pull the rusty door open, greeted by three men, all expectantly waiting for you.

“my, my,” he whispers against the curve of your ear. “looks like we’ve been caught.”

“what do we have here? a little girl…” one of the men grins, looking at you in a way that made dazai want to kill him himself. the way his eyes drag up your body stirs an instinct to pull you behind him. “…and her guard dog?”

of course, he’d never put you in any real danger. this group was pathetic, and even at three to one, they didn’t stand a chance against you. dazai can predict all of their moves flawlessly anyway, and you have a implicit understanding that he never gives you more than he knows you can handle. his gun remains heavy against his side, always within his reachー just in case.

his fingers instinctively twitch towards the grip as one of the men reaches to grab you, but you don’t let him, seizing him by the forearm, leg sweeping him from behind and tossing him onto the ground. he falls to the concrete with a groan, looking up at you with a dazed scowl. the heel of your foot connects with his jaw before he can make another move, and he falls still against the ground.

one of the other men comes from the side, but you’re still too quick, catching him out of the corner of your eye and dodging with ease. you hit him hard enough for him to stumble, and you take the opportunity to grab him by the throat, knocking him backward. dazai’s eyes widen, the hair rising against the bandages wrapped around his arms and neck; he was almost jealous. the man chokes as you slam his back against the wall hard enough for his eyes to roll back and his body to crumple to the ground.

there’s only one man left, and your lip splits when his fist connects with your face. dazai’s eyes narrow, and the man’s glaze over in frustration as you recover quick enough to dodge his next hit, crouching low. you curl your leg around his waist from behind, pulling him down to the ground by the back of his shirt until he’s pinned beneath you.

you’re quick to get up, and when you’re far enough away for dazai’s comfort, he aims his gun and fires once, twice, then again before the man falls still.

the only thing heavier than dazai’s presence is his gaze, and you feel it prickle against your skin like the sharp edge of a knife from where he’s still standing in the doorway. when you meet his eyes, they’re red and glowing, and locked onto you.

he walks towards you, only the heavy sound of his shoes against the cement and your quiet breaths filling the warehouse. you swipe your thumb across your lip, breaking his gaze to look at the blood smeared into the crevices of your fingertip before dazai grabs your chin, tilting it upward. his tongue is warm as it traces along the cut before he presses it past your lips. your noise of surprise is muffled as he kisses you, the taste of your own blood permeating your mouth.

he walks you backward until the back of your heels hit the edge of the cold, concrete wall. his mouth never leaves yours, tracing the roof of your mouth and the edge of your teeth as if he doesn’t already have every part of you committed to memory. his cock strains against the fabric of his trousers, poking against your thigh as he presses himself flush against you.

“dazai,” you try to warn, but it isn’t very convincing, breathed out like a hymn; god, his name has never sounded so sweet. he sings your name back with a smile, groping you through your shirt with one hand as the other unbuckles his belt. he slides his fingers down your stomach until he pulls your shirt out from where it’s tucked into your waistband, flipping the hem of your skirt upward to expose those cute little panties. “we’re still…we’re here. in a dirty warehouse.”

“what’s wrong? there’s no one else around. you made sure of that, didn’t you?” he cups your chin between his fingers again and turns your head towards the enemies, bloodied and unconscious, chests heaving shallowly. he presses a kiss to your jaw, trailing up until his lips rest against the curve of your ear. “did you already forget? when their bloodstains haven’t even set into your clothes yet? i didn’t know you could be so cold.”

he unbuttons your shirt with the flick of his thumb, just enough to expose the curve of your tits, sitting oh so prettily in your bra. he skims his fingers against your panties, stroking the soft fabric where your most sensitive spot is covered. he pulls them aside, giggling against your ear when you’re already wet as he slips his middle and pointer fingers inside of you. your frown falters as he curls them with expert precision, eyelids fluttering in bliss as something achingly sweet ignites in your stomach.

“you know what i was thinking while i was watching you?” he drops his voice low, watching the way you sink your teeth into your bottom lip when he finds your clit, grinding the heel of his palm against it in pressured circles. “‘i wonder how it’d feel for her to choke me like that…to wrap these pretty little fingers around my neck and squeeze’.”

the lingering adrenaline of a fight and dazai’s body pressed so close to yours makes you feel dizzy. you part your lips to reply, but his hand is back on your jaw before you can respond, brushing his mouth over yours teasingly.

“do you have any idea what you do to me?” the pad of his thumb is cold against your warm cheek. he strokes himself with the slick collected on his fingers, pressing into you with the tip of his cock. his bangs fall over his eyes as he hangs his head and watches you stretch around the shape of him, disappearing inside your warm cunt inch by inch.

your nails dig into his arms, feeling his lithe muscles tense through the expensive fabric of his coat. he pries your hands off, fingers wrapping around your wrists as he pins them against the wall, holding them in place with one hand. his grin bites against your neck as you throw your head back and arch your hips instinctively.

“my good girl,” he breathes, sucking the skin beneath your ear between his teeth, soothing it with a kiss when you whine. “my sweet, perfect girl.”

“mhm,” you exhale, your own breath getting caught in your throat. your back is pressed against the cool cement behind you, with dazai’s firm chest flush against your front. the broken window above you pools sunlight over your half-dressed bodies. “yours.”

you feel his uneven breathing against your skin as he presses his lips against your jaw. his cock rubs against you deliciously, velvet walls fluttering and clinging to him each time he pulls his hips back. it’s so easy to melt into him like this, with the security of his hands against your skin, his soft hair tickling your neck, and his cock filling you perfectly, like you were made for him to take.

he lifts your leg, fingers squeezing the plush of your thigh and supporting your weight. he thrusts inside you at a new angle, hitting the slightest bit deeper, but it’s just enough to make you gasp as your belly flutters and your knees nearly buckle beneath his palm as he holds you up. your hands clench around nothing, nails digging into your palms in a desperate need to hold onto something.

“the way you threw that man and pinned him to the ground,” he whispers. “would you do that to me?”

“no,” you’re breathless, words lost on you as your mind clouds over with pleasure. his hips grind against yours, the head of his cock kissing the deepest part of you as your eyes roll backward. “i don’tー i’d never hurt you.”

“but i’d let you,” he rasps. “you could do whatever you want to me.”

he lets go of your wrists, and you bend your leg around his waist, trying to press him even deeper. you balance on your tip toes as he thrusts into you harshly, curling your arms around his shoulders, as if his cock nestled inside you wasn’t close enough; it was never enough when it came to dazai.

“fuck,” your voice is breathy and broken, and it echoes throughout the gutted warehouse. the heat building in your stomach is already overwhelming, rushing to your head until you feel drunk on it. your muscles are taut, toes curled as you feel him throb inside you, his hips stuttering. “osamu.”

his grip on you tightens, and he whines; it’s just barely audible, and you would’ve missed it if he wasn’t right next to your ear. your eyes are hazy, half open as you look at him through your lashes as he watches the way your tits bounce against the fabric of your bra in time with his movements.

your hand trembles as you lift it, closing your fingers loosely around his neck and pulling his gaze back to yours. you can’t help but grin, lips curving up into a drunken smile as you watch his cheeks flush a pretty pink and his eyebrows furrow in pleasure. dazai rarely expresses his emotions so openly, and you commit it to memory as best you can through the fuzzy feelings of bliss blurring the edges of your mind. he lets out the prettiest noise, something between a moan and a cry vibrating against your palm, his cock throbbing inside you as you squeeze his bandaged neck.

his thrusts grow sporadic, breathy moans growing in volume. his nails dig into your hips, and you rub your clit desperately, quivering in his grip as you feel him stall and cum, warm and deep inside you.

everything fades to static as the sweetness in your belly burns brighter and brighter until it finally explodes into white, hot, sparkling pieces that pierce your vision. dazai pants and hangs his head, but his eyes snap to yours as you mumble something close to “cummingー”, always so desperate to take in the pretty way you fall apart for him, because of him.

he whimpers when you draw your hand from his throat to his face, brushing his bangs away from his eyes. you cup his cheek, smoothing your thumb against the tape holding his small patch of gauze in place as you breathe in one another.

your legs ache, tensed muscles finally relaxing as you lower your foot back to the ground unsteadily. your head falls against the wall with a final sigh, chest heaving. dazai is beaming at you when you peek your eyes open after a few moments, looking irritatingly adorable with his messy hair and crooked tie.

“i can’t believe we did that here,” you glance towards the pieces of shattered glass that litter the ground.

“you loved it,” he smiles, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “you love me〜”

he pulls out of you carefully, snapping your underwear back into place. you grip his tie, wrapping it around your hand and pulling him in to press your mouth to his before straightening it and sliding the knot back into place.

he pouts as he watches you start to button your shirt back up, squeezing your waist softly.

“can’t you leave some open?”

your glare is weak, and he meets it with a smile. he slides his coat off his shoulders, draping it over your own to hide your wrinkled clothes.

“i’ll call a car to get us,” he hums, slipping his hand into your own as he guides you outside the warehouse. “i’ll even give you the rest of the day off for a good performance!”

you rest your head on his shoulder, sleepy and sated. the breeze is cool on your warm skin, carrying the scent of the sea as it gently brushes through your hair.

“you know,” he starts, typing away at his phone, still as happy as ever. “you still owe me lunch from losing that bet last week.”

he has another tease on the tip of his tongue, but he falters when he sees the red splotch of blood staining your pouted lips. he slips his hand beneath your chin and tilts your face towards him. he frowns at the cut, visible eye narrowing as he brushes his thumb against the corner of your mouth.

you wrap your hand around his wrist loosely, pulling it back to press your lips to his palmー i’m okay. he sees one of the mafia’s black cars pulling in from the corner of his eye, and presses a lingering kiss to your foreheadー i know. he pulls the lapels of his jacket tighter around your shoulders before he slips his hand back into yours, and when he walks you to the car, his coat flutters behind you.

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[fyorina]

ᡣ𐭩 KNOW IT'S FOR THE BETTER (ALL I WANTED WAS YOU)

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: he can't stop himself from calling; you can't stop yourself from answering. he never speaks, but he doesn't have to—just knowing he's there is enough to lure you in. that's how it remains for weeks. that is until you mention that you're going on a risky mission and dazai has to to make an equally risky decision to keep you safe.

(wordcount: 3.1k; fem!reader, pm!reader, post-defection, angsty but not awfully so (again, sorry, i swear there's happier ones coming), implied alcoholism, dazai gets a bit jealous, ango cameo)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: OKAYYYYYY this was actually my first pm!reader and pmzai fic, believe it or not, it's been in my notes app for ages. i tried to fix most of the inconsistencies. as always, can be read as a standalone butttt for the people following the pm!reader universe, this comes directly after death by a thousand cuts! i hope you guys enjoy!! im actually rlly excited to finally get this fic out here!

He calls you sometimes.

Well, you don’t know for sure it’s him—he never speaks, if you’re lucky sometimes you can hear soft puffs of air from the other line, and the number is always unknown, but you know in your heart that it’s him. 

The first call came three days after you found him drunk in an alley—seven months after his defection. 

The unknown caller ID popped up on your phone while you were drinking with Chuuya in his apartment, trying to forget all about Dazai Osamu and all of the pain he’s brought you. You answered it irritably and when you got no response from the caller, you promptly told them to fuck off and die if they’re going to waste your time with prank calls. You expected them to hang up right away but they didn’t—in fact, they only hung up when they heard Chuuya shouting for you to get off the phone so he can open another bottle of wine, as if he wasn’t going to anyway. 

The next call came another three days after that. 

You were in a meeting with Mori when the unknown caller popped back up on your phone screen. You excused yourself to answer the phone only because you were desperate for a reason to get out of the meeting—you think that he might’ve somehow sniffed out that you ran into Dazai and if he outright asked you, you didn’t know if you’d be able to lie without him catching you in it. 

Regardless of the reasoning, you were even more pissed off than you were the first time when you heard the silence on the other end, accusing them of fucking with you and demanding to know how they got your number—again, the person didn’t say anything, and you hung up even more irate than you were the first time. 

It takes three more calls for you to put the pieces together—it’s a bit embarrassing how long it took you, but in your defense, you were trying to put Dazai Osamu as far from your mind as possible. Honestly, you weren’t even sure of it when you first guessed his name. It’s a shot in the dark when you answer the unknown caller for the fifth time and whisper, “Dazai?” so very hesitantly. Your confirmation comes in the form of a sharp inhale on the other line before it instantly goes dead. 

He doesn’t call again for two weeks, and when he finally does, it’s in the middle of the night. The buzzing of the phone woke you up, your alarm clock glowing a bright 3:15 am. You don’t even look at the caller—you figure it’s Chuuya, who has yet to return from his mission in Sendai—as you answer with a groggy “what?” 

You get no response besides the sound of a shaky breath on the other end and suddenly you’re wide awake as you realize who exactly called. He doesn’t speak, even as you make yourself sick with anger—he’s conscious and coherent this time, unlike the time you ran into him in the alley, so you take the opportunity to unleash all of the pent up rage and hurt that you’d withheld that night. You cry for the first time since he defected and he stays on the line the whole time, until you eventually exhaust yourself and fall asleep. When you wake up in the morning, he’s hung up, but the call time reads four and a half hours. 

It becomes a weekly occurrence—occasionally biweekly. 

Sometimes, you tell him about your day, rambling on about how you were irritated because Mori made you deal with Ace or complaining about recent territory issues that the Port Mafia has been facing—something that you probably shouldn’t be sharing on an unsecure line with someone who defected from the mafia, but you can never bring yourself to fully care because it’s Dazai. 

Other times, you just lay in bed quietly, exhausted after a full day of work, the phone resting next to your ear as doze off to the comforting sound of his steady breathing. 

You don’t tell anyone. 

If anyone knew you’re keeping in contact with a traitor, you’d be executed. You think that Chuuya might know—the two of you now share the penthouse of the westernmost skyscraper of the five buildings of the Port Mafia’s base and you know he’s smart enough to have put together who you’re talking to late at night. But if he does, he doesn’t say anything, because he too knows what the consequences of your actions would be if it were true.

You let out a soft puff of air as your phone begins buzzing—it’s well past midnight and you’re half asleep, but you roll over and pick up the phone with heavy eyes.

“Hey,” you whisper.

Dazai doesn’t respond, he never does, but you can hear him breathing on the other line, closer to the speaker than he usually is. You can’t help but notice that his breath is heavier than usual too, a bit shakier. 

He’s been drinking, you realize. You figured that he usually drinks on the nights that he calls you, but he never lets himself close enough to the speaker for you to figure out if it’s true. You just hope it’s not as bad as….

“I won’t be able to answer for a while after this,” you say quietly after a few moments, rolling over in bed to shift your face closer to the phone. “Mori assigned me another mission. An infiltration one—first one since you’ve been gone.”

Dazai would know the implications of that, and from the way he inhales sharply at your words, you know he does instantly, even in his drunken state. 

Whenever you were sent on infiltration missions, Dazai was always the one in your ear, making sure that you got in and out safely. You refused to take infiltration missions unless Dazai and his freakish prophetic ability was the one on comms for you because you knew he’d be able to figure out if you’ve been compromised before the enemy have even figured it out for themselves. 

But you had known it was only a matter of time before Mori put you back on them. You’re the best suited in the Port Mafia for them and the recent issues with that gang that’s been moving into the northern wards from Asakusa all but demands interference from the inside lest you guys will be dealing with another major gang war and the city can’t handle that. 

“I’m nervous,” you admit for the first time, voice little over a whisper. “I don’t trust anyone but you to be my eyes and ears. Plus this mafia is... They're very violent. Kawabata leads it. I faced off against him in Osaka before he moved into Tokyo, back when I was still in Kyoto. It's... risky. It's been years but I'm worried he'll recognize me. I don't know why Mori is insisting on me being the one to go in.”

You swear you hear Dazai take in another breath, as if he was about to say something this time, but he doesn’t. Your throat feels swollen and your eyes feel misty, jaw tight. Not for the first time, you miss Dazai. You miss him so desperately that you swear your chest caves in at the thought of him. 

You want to hate him but you know you can’t. You've come to accept that already. But you think you still might like to pretend you can.

You told yourself after you ran into him that night that you’d push him from mind, you’d forget about him. You knew that one day you’d meet him again—you and Dazai Osamu have been entwined since the day you met, fate has a lot left in store for the two of you for things to just so abruptly end—but until that day, you have to focus on what matters. And what matters is the Port Mafia.

But how are you supposed to forget him when he can’t even bring himself to fully leave you behind? You think it’s cruel of him, and you think that you should ignore his calls until he finally gives up, but you can’t bring yourself to because no matter how much you preach about forgetting him, if the choice of keeping contact with him arises, you’ll always choose it.

“I miss you,” you breathe out, voice cracking over your words. “I miss you so much that it hurts, Dazai. i-“

The line goes dead. 

The words on your lips die as soon as you realize he hung up, heart sinking. You sigh as you stare up at the ceiling before curling over onto your side, hoping to at least get a little sleep before your early wake up call for mission prep. 

But it’s a naive hope—you know that you’ll never sleep tonight, not with thoughts of Dazai Osamu racing through your mind. 

Dazai shouldn’t be doing this. 

His knuckles are white as he sits at a row of monitors in a locked down ex-government facility. On each of the screens are different vantage points of the main base of the Scarlet Gang, the mafia that had been run out of the Asakusa ward of Tokyo by the Sun and Steel and is now challenging the Port Mafia. 

Ango is pacing somewhere behind him, expression tight and arms crossed against his chest. Dazai knows that he’s livid over this, but Dazai also does not care because he doesn’t think that Ango has a right to be livid about anything that Dazai does anymore. 

He’s been here for three days already. His knees are tucked to his chest as he sits on the spinning chair, bags heavy beneath his eyes and hair matted and oily after days of sitting in front of the screen without budging an inch. He doesn’t dare take his eyes off the screen—not when your life is on the line, and especially not when he’s not even on a direct comms line with you. All he has is a burner cell and hope that you at least take a look at your phone if he has to send a text.

If this mission is like every other infiltration mission you’ve been sent on, it’ll be another two days before your planned extraction—and if you have the same luck you always do, the mission will go smoothly. But Dazai has a dark feeling in his gut, and he isn’t quite sure if it’s because he has no control over the mission or if something bad really is going to happen, there have already been some suspicious signs and he doesn't trust Mori. Your whole comment about his insistence on you going keeps scratching the back of his head like he's missing something, because there's no way Mori would ever risk losing your ability, especially to Kawabata. The man is always scheming, and Dazai is certain there's one simmering below the facade of this mission but he just can't figure out what. Either way, he knows he can't risk stepping away for even a moment. 

“I thought you were done with this, Dazai.” Ango finally has the nerve to voice what dazai knows he’s been itching to say for three days. “I thought-“

“Maybe you should stop thinking,” Dazai says dryly, his head hurts and sweat is beading beneath his arms. Three days without drinking is affecting him way more than he thought it would, but he can’t afford to be inebriated for this.

“Dazai-“ Ango begins.

“I’m not doing this for the Port Mafia,” Dazai cuts him off, dark eyes dragging across the screen to where he sees you laughing with one of the members of the Scarlet Gang, leaning in close with a teasing smile. 

You’re beautiful. Stunning. He can’t blame the way the man you’re talking to seems to gravitate closer to you, enamored by the sound of your voice and the way your eyes glitter beneath the room’s chandelier, but he still wishes he could put a bullet through his head. 

He hasn’t seen you since the day before he left—well, he doesn’t remember seeing you since then, at least. He has some suspicions regarding the part of his ear that mysteriously went missing the night he woke up in one of your shared safehouses, but this is his first time really seeing you and it makes his chest feel sick and heavy to know you’re so out of reach and by his own doing, nonetheless.

His eyes narrow as he watches the man reach out to brush his fingers against your arm. His lips twist down even more when his gaze tracks down to your lips—this is always his least favorite part of being on comms for your infiltration missions. 

“You won’t be able to oversee all of her infiltration missions anymore, Dazai,” Ango says, voice a bit more gentle and Dazai has a distinct urge to rip out the man’s vocal cords. “Once I get your records clear and you’ve joined up with the Agency, you’re going to have to leave this all behind for good. All of it.”

Dazai doesn’t respond. His lips press together tight as Ango’s words register. He knows that he’s right, that if he wants to honor Odasaku’s final wishes, then he has to leave everything behind—even you—but he can hardly even bear the thought of it. Never seeing you again, never hearing your voice again, he thinks that a life without you is not a life worth living. 

He thought that he’d be able to do it, that he’d be able to cut you off just like everyone else, but it only took one drunken night at a bar when he stared at old pictures of you for a bit too long for him to give in to the aching feeling in his chest, the desperate need to at least hear your voice one last time. 

Except one last time turned into another and another; as much as Dazai Osamu likes to pretend to be strong, he’s always been weak at heart for you. From he moment he met you three years earlier during the Dragon’s Head Conflict—sent with Chuuya by Mori to retrieve you after finding out the squad sent to escort you back had been decimated by an ability user—he’s known that he was out of his depth when it comes to you. 

He was already curious to begin with, Mori doesn’t speak highly of anyone but he did speak highly of you, and at first Dazai assumed it was just because you were a girl, and a young one at that. Everyone knows Mori’s gross fascination with them. But when they found you mid-conflict with an ability user, trying to hold your own with only a gun and some rubble as shields to defend yourself from sweltering flames, he realized that maybe there was more that meets the eye to you. 

You’re beautiful—god, he can never stress it enough, words don’t do you justice. Wicked smart. Can talk your way into and out of any situation. Have a bounty on your head high enough to rival his own. From the day he met you, Dazai knew you were everything he’s ever wanted. And yeah, maybe it took him too long to come to terms with that, but it doesn’t make the feelings any less powerful.

Sometimes, when he drinks just a bit too much and he finds himself staring at old pictures of the two of you that he’d taken, he wonders if you would have come with him if he told you what he was doing. He wonders if maybe he hadn’t been a coward, you would be with him right now instead of risking your life on an infiltration mission with some incompetent moron on comms instead of him. He wonders if maybe he would have kissed you on that same bridge he tried to kill himself during that first week he spent drunk and alone. 

He doubts it. In his heart, he’s pretty sure you’d always choose the Mafia over him, but it’s nice to pretend sometimes.

“I don’t care” Dazai finally says, his voice rougher than he intended as he gives Ango a cold look from the corner of his eye. “I won’t let her die on a bullshit mission because some clown is on comms for her.” 

Ango doesn’t get a chance to respond again because Dazai’s eyes are drawn back to the monitors, where a conversation is taking place on the far side of the room. A conversation that has them looking in your direction a bit too often for his liking.

Dazai inhales, rising to his feet, shoulders and arms tensing as his eyes trace the screen, trying to figure out if he should send you a warning. If he’s wrong, it’ll have completely blown your mission and it would put you at risk if Mori or any of the other executives start questioning you as to why you abandoned the mission for no reason.

But if he’s right… 

Dazai is good at many things, and he’s always been quick to be the one on comms with you because he, better than anyone else in the mafia, is good at reading and predicting enemy moves. He always knows in his gut what’s about to happen, you would sometimes joke that it was his real ability, some form of foresight and you would be less joking when you nudge his shoulder and tell him that you’re glad you have his ‘freaky prophetic ability’ otherwise you’d have been dead a long time ago.

Dazai grits his teeth. He feels Ango approaching him from behind but ignores him, mind racing as he tries to calculate the best course of action.

Finally, he takes the burner phone and shoots you a short message: compromised. 

And then he waits. 

The longest and most tense minute of his life passes as he watches you on the screen, waiting to see if you’ll even bother to check your phone. He doesn’t think that he’ll be able to stay in the room if it turns out you are compromised and stuck in enemy territory—he’d feel helpless, unable to do anything but watch and pray to a god he barely believes in that you get out okay. 

Come on, he thinks to himself as one of the men begins making his way in your direction, nails digging into his palms so deeply that blood began to flow from the crescents. Come on, check your phone. 

And then you do. 

He lets out a shaky breath of relief when he sees you pull out your phone, eyes tracing the message on your screen rapidly. A flurry of emotions rocket across your face, and for a moment, Dazai thinks that you’re about to cry.

But then you smile again, leaning in and clasping the man’s hand and leaning in to brush your lips against his cheek before making your way out of the room. He doesn’t dare look away until you’ve slipped out of sight from the cameras littered throughout the building and out of danger. 

Without another word, Dazai turns to leave the old facility.

“Dazai,” Ango calls after him.

Dazai ignores him, snapping the burner phone. You’re safe—that’s all that matters. Now he can go back to drinking himself away and dreaming of what could’ve been. 

Two days later, Mori sends you away on a mission abroad that lasts the next three years. That night was the last time he had any sort of contact with you until you’re finally brought back.

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[atlasnessie]

dazai believe that if he dies now, it would be better than any suicide ever. you sit ontop of him, face close to his as one hand pushes back his bangs and the other is softly resting on his cheeks, the feeling of the soft makeup brush tickling his eyes. your body weight is comfortable on his core, between his chest and stomach. your legs on either side of him and his hands are resting on your hips, keeping you steady as you huff, leaning back slightly and giving out a small pout.

“quit staring.”

“awe, embarrassed ? there’s no where else i can look other then your pretty little eyes.” his fingers drum on your hipbone, chuckling as you sigh and continue on with the makeup. you lick your thumb gently and press it against his cheeks, grumbling about smudged foundation and how your shade isn’t quite like his pale complexion. osamu can’t help but lean at the touch slightly, giving out a lovesick smile as you put the makeup brush down on the side.

“ehh, it’s not my best work. you’re a lot paler than i am.” you laugh and dig for a small mirror, handing it to your boyfriend as he shimmies up, propping an elbow down on the beds mattress and the other arm holding up the mirror by his face.

“i look so good ! look at me, is this what you wanted your boyfriend to look like, hm ? am i finally your dream man ?” dazai places the mirror aside and brings his hand to your cheeks, pinching them and guiding your lips to his as his hand crawls to the back of your head.

“you always were,” you hum onto his lips, smearing the lipgloss and tint onto yours, “you always will be.”

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[fragileheartbeats]

"he's insane-"

HE JUST NEED LOVE STFU BITCH!!!

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[withabroken-heart]

PHONE CALL

dazai x fem! reader

smut, minors DNI (ageless blogs will be blocked)

dazai fucks you while you’re on the phone.

oral (fem receiving), degrading, slight humiliation, edging, dazai being kind of an asshole

dazai had you pinned against his bed, legs thrown over his shoulders. clothes had been long forgotten at this point, as the only thing you could truly focus on was your mind going blank.

one hand fondled your breast, squeezing and massaging it in soft circles. he rolled your nipple in between his fingers, pinching you gasped at his fast pace. meanwhile, his other hand diligently fingered your sweet pussy, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit while his two fingers thrusted in and out of you. he’d smirk every time he felt your walls clench around his slender digits.

you wanted to cry out, moan for him to let you release, but there was one problem.

dazai had dialled the armed detective agency on your phone. you called in sick today, but the president had insisted you at least attend the important meeting over the phone. and thats how you ended up here.

for now, he has given you the mercy of muting the call, but your embarrassment spoke volumes. he sped up the pace of his fingers, immediately causing your hands to fly up to your mouth covering yourself. dazai was quick to grab your wrists and pin them above your head, leaning in to whisper into your ear.

“now now bella, how will they hear your beautiful moans with your mouth covered?” he knew what he was doing, refusing to let your wrists go as his fingers worked tirelessly on your pussy. you were dripping by now, his fingers sliding in and out of you at a slick pace. you were ready to cum any minute now, but not when it was dazai pleasuring you.

“my pretty little slut wants to cum? hm? not till i’ve gotten a taste of you..‘’

much to your dismay, dazai unmuted the call. it was now up to you to stay quiet.

he lowered his head, throwing your thighs over his shoulders. he grins as he trails his head down your body, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers. he teases your sensitive bundle of nerves with feather-light kisses, kissing the innermost corners of your thighs but not daring to eat you out. he wanted this to be slow. he wanted you to lose your mind.

his eyes gleam with wicked delight as he hovers mere inches from your throbbing pussy. he slowly, tantalizingly drags the tip of his tongue along your swollen clit, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. he dips his head lower, his tongue circling your entrance before slowly pushing inside. dazai moans against your slick folds, savoring your sweet taste as he works to drive you wild with need. he slowly and torturously running his tongue along your slick folds, savouring your taste like no other.

your hands covered your mouth. you wanted to scream and cry for him, tell him to go faster and beg him to let you cum, but not when you had people listening. dazai knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he loved it.

dazai groans hungrily as he dives in, his skilled tongue exploring every inch of your pussy. he laps at your sensitive flesh, delighting in the way you squirm and moan under his touch. his movements are relentless, driving you wild with pleasure as he savors your tangy taste. he sucks and licks with shameless abandon, working to push you closer and closer to the edge of release. he holds nothing back, determined to bring you to the heights of pleasure - and to torment you for his own sadistic delight.

he plunges his tongue back inside, stroking and teasing your most sensitive spots as his fingers grip your thighs, holding you firmly in place. dazai is relentless in this, determined to fill you with ecstasy. staying quiet was becoming unbearable. his tongue leaves no part of you untouched. he starts to suck ob your clit, knowing how close you were to cumming but refusing to let you. he sucks hard and then using his tongue to leave a long stroke up and down your folds. the noises of your co-workers was mere white noise to you. you could only focus on the way his tongue ate you out like a starved man.

after what felt like forever, dazai pulled back up. to your relief, he muted the phone once more. you took the opportunity to catch your breath, but apart of you knew he wasn’t done. he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

“f-fuck. please, fuck i-i’m gonna cum..” you begged to him. he only smirked, knowing what he was doing to you.

“is that so? you’re such a pretty slut, if only they knew how obedient you are to me..” he placed a wet kiss on your neck. he lined up his cock to your entrance, ready to claim you. but he held back, purposely teasing your sensitive clit without granting you what you wanted so bad.

“look at you, so wet and needy for me…” slowly, sensually, he ran the tip of his shaft up and down your slick folds, eliciting a frustrated whimper from you. he chuckled darkly, reveling in the power he held over you. “you have to beg for it first.”

“please.. please i need your cock so bad dazai! i-i want you to fuck me… please..” you could barely speak, needing nothing but for him to pound into you like he owned your pussy.

he leaned in once again. “if you think about cumming without my permission, i’ll fuck you right in the agency office.”

with that, he unmuted the phone-call and pushed himself inside of you. he thrust his hips forward, burying his throbbing cock deep inside your welcoming heat. a groan escaped his lips at the sensation of their tight, slick walls enveloping him. luckily, the meeting was just about over, but at this point neither of you cared. dazai finally ended the call, letting you scream to your hearts content.

picking up a punishing pace, dazai pounded into you, relentlessly driving his cock home again and again. the sound of your bodies slapping together filled the air, mingling with their cries of pleasure and pain. "thats right, take my cock like the dirty slut you are," he groaned, voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “you were made for this, to be used and filled up by me.”

your pussy ached to cum, wanting to clench around his cock with your release. the sounds from your mouth was a mixture of moans, cries, and begging. his pace began to get sloppy, wanting nothing more than to plant himself deep inside of you. but he wasn’t going to make it that easy for you.

“you wanna cum? hm? beg.” he teased.

“please! fuck- oh- please.. please let me cum dazai! i can’t take it anymore.. fuck..”

he leaned down, planting one last wet kiss underneath your ear. “than cum for me.”

you screamed.

you felt your walls clench around his cock, your cum coating him perfectly. dazai planted his release in thick white ropes of cum, pulling out and watching your pussy drip full of him. he left more lazy kisses on your neck, bringing you back down to earth by his side. you gasped, your body warm and buzzing enjoying his warmth on top of you. but despite your exhaustion, something piqued your interest.

“now, about what you said about fucking me in the agency office?”

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[saelique]

AND THEN I GO AND SPOIL IT ALL BY SAYING SOMETHING STUPID LIKE I LOVE YOU . . .

you knew he didn’t like you back. you really did. he cared for you. but not like a lover, but just a friend. it hurt a lot. but you didn’t want your relationship to end, of course you wouldn’t. he was your closest friend for exactly five years.

but you just let it slip. and with those three stupid words and eight letters, your relationship crumbled.

from days of laughter and late nights staying up talking to each other turned into days of awkward silence and emptiness. I’m so sorry for saying that. you texted him one night, half awake with tear stains on your face before you dropped back asleep.

he didn’t reply, and the text was left on delivered for weeks. until finally one day, you see that he finally read your text. and you see him replying, holding your phone tightly to prep yourself for what he was about to say. and all of a sudden, it stops and he’s gone again.

you immediately try and text him back, but the next thing that you see makes your heart drop and break into a million pieces.

this user has blocked you

basically any character ! > <

#౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ : novels ! #bsd x reader #x you #bsd x you Angst #dazai x you #dazai x reader angst #no comfort #Bsd x reader no comfort #bllk x reader #bllk x you #nagi x reader #Chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #genshin x you #jjk x reader #jjk x reader angst #jjk x you angst #aventurine x reader angst #Hsr x you angst #x reader angst no comfort #dazai x reader unrequited love #X reader unrequited love #fun fact : da msg was in fact sent by ur cinna ! > < #s’ now u dnt ‘ave 2 ask who da heck hurt me !! :D

[luvfy0dor]

“Rise and Shine, Sweetheart ♡⁠˖” BSD x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky

warnings; probably a little ooc

description; morning routines with select BSD men

A/n; I'm tired of these hoes omfg but anyways req break cause I think I've done 2 in a row now ^^ 3 more to go! Some of them are kinda harder to write out, but I'll give it my best, even if in the end I have to put them into short headcannons.

Dazai Osamu ★

Dazais morning routine consists of clinging onto your arm, trying to coax you back into a couple more blissful minutes in bed before you go off to work while he makes his decision on whether he's gonna go at all. Needless to say, you're the first one up, but he usually follows soon after, going to the bathroom to shower some mornings and emerging with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist while he rewraps his bandages. Sometimes he even asks for your help if you don't seem like you're running short on time, and he loves it when you assist him. He'll usually sit on the bed while you stand between his knees with the roll of cloth being passed back and forth between your left and right hands until you cover his arm. When he doesn't have you help him re-mumify himself, he'll find something for you to do for him. If he chooses to wear a tie, you're the one tying it. He likes when you hold his coat out for him to put on just so he can shrug it on and turn around to kiss you. His hand goes to cusp your cheek familiarly as he hums against your lips and lets his eyes flutter shut.

“Have a good day, y/n! I'll see you tonight, yeah? Don't take too long getting home, I was thinking we could do takeout and movie night! Maybe this time we'll even pay attention to the screen instead of each other the whole time, hehe.”

Chuuya Nakahara ★

Most mornings, Chuuya wakes up first. Sometimes he'll step onto the balcony to smoke a cigarette before you wake up from the disappearance of his warmth and watch the sunrise. It reminds him of you. When he's done with his cigarette, he'll come back inside and either scooch back onto the bed or lean over you to kiss your forehead and wake you up. He'll shake your shoulder gently and call out your name with his messy ginger hair pointing in all different directions. He'll smile down at you when your eyes peek open and place a kiss on your lips, greeting you and rubbing your arm lovingly. Other mornings, ones on the rare occasion that he had off, he would snooze in bed with you for as long as possible. You'd both cook something for breakfast, far from just grabbing a banana or pop tart like you would before work. Afterwards, he'd head to the shower, which you're always welcome to join, and afterwards brush his teeth and hair.

“Hey...time to wake up, y/n. I'm not comin' in here to get ya again, so you gotta get up the first time. No, no five more minutes- I gotta leave soon, so get up before I gotta leave without a goodbye kiss cuz you're still snoozing.”

Fyodor Dostoevsky ★

Fyodor is often up before you are, whether he slept last night or not you don't know, but you certainly don't mind when moments after you open your eyes he's gotten you some tea or coffee. He's great to be woken up by, because he's making sure you're up. He'll come back into the bedroom every two minutes if he needs to, calling out your name from the doorway and warning you that you're going to be late. While you're getting up and ready, he busies himself with reading and peering out the window at the sunrise. When you're finished, he'll kiss you goodbye at the door, his cold hand lingering on your waist as you turn to open the door. After you're gone, he dresses himself in his worn in white button down and pants, topping his outfit off with his boots, cape, and ushanka. He'll look around at the photos hanging on the wall of the two of you and smile to himself, swinging the door opening and leaving as well.

"Ah, good morning Myshka. I see you're finally awake, it only took me waking you up 6 times. I've brought you tea, but you've got to drink it quickly or else you'll hardly have time to get ready for yourself."

A/n; I cry a lot but I am so productive!!! It's an art!! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

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[27thswan]

❝ 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭? ❞ multifandom x gn!reader

— ❝ oh, you are just the cutest! ❞

he found the way you looked, the way you did anything, the moment you first entered into his life, he thought of the word 'adorable'! nothing describes you better, but it's not like you aren't beautiful or whatever! it's because you really are just cute! your features, your personality. from your silky smooth hair (or not smooth), and your perfect body (at least to him because in every aspect you're beautiful + cute), he just thinks "oh you're just so cute, and lovable, and endearing, sweet, cute, delightful, enchanting, and agreeable to everyone that comes across you (or not everyone, at least most!!) that you are very adorable!" just wants to squish the hell out of you, whether chubby, thin, or other body types, he just will! really squeezes you when you both cuddle or hug, just melts when he feels your body against him too :3

venti, bennett, razor, tartaglia, thoma, dazai, heizou, ranpo, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, arlan, caelus, yanqing, isagi yoichi, meguru bachira, atsushi nakajima, hinata, kageyama tobio, sugawara, tadashi yamaguchi, lev haiba, your fave

— ❝ wow.. you are just- beautiful. ❞

could write a book filled with poems just about you and publish it to the public to declare his love. and it's not just about your looks, your personality, the way you talk, when you both make skin-on-skin contact or whatever, you are an exquisite delicacy that he probably would believe that you aren't in his league. would pull out a dictionary and use every word that is a synonym to the word beautiful and direct it at you. you are ethereal to him, whether you'd be in your pjs, or a fancy dress, or even wearing one of his clothes, you are beautiful. you are heaven reincarnated as a person to him. would definitely recite those poetic pickup lines from tiktok to you on dates, ironically, and unironically at the same time, yes he thinks they're funny, but he really thinks of you like that. "if i were to describe your embrace, it'd be a heaven no hell can disturb." would fall to his knees and start praying to god that he can rest peacefully now that he's seen heaven as a joke.

jyubei aryu, kento nanami, diluc ragndvindr, kaeya alberich, wataru kuon, hyoma chigiri, reo mikage, zhongli, xiao, capitano, il dottore, aether, akutagawa, kunikida, chrollo, kurapika, gepard landau, jing yuan, blade, welt yang, zantetsu tsurugi, luocha, gojo satoru, ikki niko, fyodor, dansleif, baizhu, pantalone, geto suguru, ayato kamisato, kuroo tetsuro, oikawa, akaashi, julian loki, megumi, higurama, rin itoshi, your fave

— ❝ damn babe! you hot as hell! ❞

come on, why don't you believe him?! you are hot! would say it over and over again, and would prove to you why you are hot. would ask you to step on him as a joke, but also maybe he means it in a not joking way, yk. and when you wear a revealing outfit you bet your ass that mf on his knees begging to let him to hug you, yes, even if you both are dating already. but come on! it's true! you look blazing hot :( but if you do say yes to his suggestive jokes he'll be soo blushy cuz for sure didn't expect you to say yes!! still tries to keep the confident flirty act up, and flirts w u when y'all cuddle, yes, will use corny pickup lines on you, really creative or the overused ones, no in between. could and would carry you around like you both just got married <3

arataki itto, gojo satoru, meguru bachira, reo mikage, sae itoshi, rin itoshi, kite, chuuya, kaveh, luka, sukuna but probably minus the blushy part, michael kaiser, tartaglia, scaramouche, taketora yamamoto, iwaizumi, bokuto, your fave

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[blixssily]

"i love you, it's ruining my life."

| being bailed out by your ex is sure to bring back lingering feelings, no?

| dazai osamu x reader

˓ ꒱ notes and disclaimers: pm!reader and ada!dazai. dazai is reader's ex lover from the port mafia. gn reader. reader and dazai are both in their 20s. incorrect jail description. not proof read, apologies for any grammatical mistakes! might be incredibly ooc and might contain wrong information about the port mafia, apologies for both.

˓ ꒱ authors notes: in light of taylor swift's new album coming out, i'm trying my hand at writing for dazai!! i'm bad at writing angst so please bare with me. :(

the cold metal confinements are tight around wrists, the officers must've cuffed you a tiny bit too tightly you think. the blank grey walls of your prison are as uninspiring as your thoughts, you can't even find it in yourself to even try to escape from jail. to the majority of the members in the Port Mafia, crime was almost always a guarantee during missions. treading the lines of the law was a common thing, most missions included breaking those precious regulations. it was almost like the law had just become mere suggestions, guidance that you could choose to follow or not.

and sadly for you, the hands of the law had finally caught up with you this time, confining you into a bland concrete box. you were currently sitting on the bed that came with every little cell. not even sitting on it was comfortable, much less laying down on it. despite how uncomfortable the bed was, it would be quiet a pathetic sight for a Port Mafia executive to be sitting on the floor and just staring at the wall so you decided against it.

normally whenever you were unlucky enough to have been caught by the law, someone from the Port Mafia would bail you out, namely Mori or maybe some other executive. you weren't too surprised when an officer informed you that you had been bailed out, preparing your usual apology and to listen through a few lectures from whoever bailed you out on to be more careful during missions.

you're escorted out of your little concrete box, you wonder if the officer is going to remove the hand cuffs around your wrists. you follow the officer down the prison hallway, thankful to not be sitting on that god awful bed that you could've sworn was just a rock with a blanket draped over it. you're expecting to be met with a very displeased boss, preparing your apology for your clumsiness in being caught when.. you don't see him at all. in fact, you see someone you thought you'd never see again.

he looks.. different. he's grown taller, you're sure of it. he's been ridden of his usual black trench coat you always saw him in, his right eye and cheek no longer being covered by the fabric of gauze. instead, he's wearing a tan trench coat now, a bolo tie replacing his usual tie when he was in the Port Mafia. his hair messy and curly, not that it was ever neat, god no. you stare at the absence of bandages around his right eye and cheek, revealing his complete face and you can't help but mentally kick yourself for staring a little longer than necessary.

and suddenly, you become hyper aware of the sinking feeling in your stomach. it makes you sick to look at him, sick that your brain subconsciously forces you to relive your shared memories together. you avert your gaze down to the grey grounds of the prison lobby, unable to meet his gaze without glaring bitterly at him. your ex had apparently bailed you out of jail. your ex boyfriend from years ago when you both were in the Port Mafia. a cocky little smirk adorned his features, maybe he hasn't changed that much in some ways.

you find it in yourself to look up at him, emotions brewing behind your eyes. anger, confusion.. mostly anger, and yet you find it in your heart to feel relief at that fact that he's alright. that's he's not harmed. he had up and left without a word, not even a goodbye to you. you worried for him days on end, calling and texting but to no avail which ended up in you just calling it a breakup, calling him your ex boyfriend. despite the relief, it's minuscule in terms of your anger towards the man you once loved. you glare at him, glare at his stupid cocky smirk and how he seems like he doesn't even care about the history between you two. it's like nothing ever happened between the both of you.

"you're the one who bailed me out? what is this, some sick game you've decided to play?" you scoff at him, there was no way he just.. decided to bail out a Port Mafia executive out of the goodness of his heart, no.. no no no. that couldn't be true. "shame, not even a thank you?" you roll your eyes at his feigned sigh of disappointment. an officer releases your wrists from the metal confinements, red mark were already formed on your wrist. you bring your hands to your wrists, trying to soothe your irritated skin from how tight the hand cuffs were. you don't realise the look in his eyes, the slight change in his expression when he noticed the marks on your wrists. he doesn't like seeing you hurt, he absolutely hates seeing you in pain even if it's a mere scratch or.. in this situation, marks from a police officer's hand cuffs.

"come on now, the least you could do is thank me." he says with another cocky smile, you wish you could just slap it off his face but something tells you that he wouldn't exactly be ecstatic with you slapping his face in a police station.

"what do you want?" you snapped, not in any mood to be dealing with his teasing words accompanied by his usual shit-eating grin. he couldn't have bailed you out for fun, or for some sentimental reason. he wanted something, there was also a price when it came to him. "ah, how harsh! you're breaking my heart here.." the asshole has the gull to even jokingly suggest something like that.

"nothing much, really. just thought i'd help out an old friend." he hums, and you don't know if his words only spark a new flame of anger inside of you or if it wrenches your heart. the fact that he would consider you an "old friend", when you were his literal partner when you both were teenagers.

"an old friend? be a man you asshole, own up to who you broke up with." he doesn't answer, as expected. you're not sure whether you'd even prefer a response from him or just silence.

"let's talk, hm? maybe somewhere else?" he suggests after some time, calmly putting his hands into the pockets of his tan coat. you notice the slight change in expression in his face, you've spent years trying to practically decode this man and it only added to his amusement when you both were teenagers. now, you're thankful you took the time to observe him. you don't know exactly what he wants to talk about but, you know it's something serious.

"fine." you begrudgingly agree to him, sighing as you notice him leaving without another word and you know that's your queue to follow him. you don't know what you were expecting from the bandaged man, but he leads you to a little café. you raise an eyebrow at him when you two reach the front door, not exactly expecting him to take you to a cute little café that sells pastries and drinks. he meets your suspicions gaze with an innocent smile, urging you to step inside before him. what a gentleman. you step inside the humble establishment, greeted with a friendly smile by the cashier before settling into a seat near the back. he sits opposite you, it's almost as if he's treating this like you're his friend and you both are just going for lunch.

"so? you never answered my question." you reminded him, crossing your arms as you lean back on the plush backing of the seats. "what do you want, dazai." it hurts him the way you say his name, his surname. you never did that when you both were together, he liked being addressed as 'osamu' or 'samu' by you, it feels like salt being rubbed into the wound when you call him by his surname.

"oh? i'm deciding whether to get the latte or..." he trails off, noticing the most unamused expression ever on your face. he chuckles at the sight, shaking his head. "i'm only joking." he hums, stopping his little act at looking at the menu on the table. "i.. wanted to see how you were doing, is all." he shrugs, not really having a good explanation for bringing you to this cafe or hell, even bailing you out of jail. "i mean no harm by doing any of this, truly." he adds on before you get to question him, knowing what you were just about to ask him.

did he really mean that? that he wanted to just.. talk? you don't know what you should reply with, as a Port Mafia executive you should've killed him by now for being a traitor, but as his ex.. you're not sure what to feel. truthfully, sure you were pissed off at him for leaving without a word but you just couldn't find it in yourself to hate the man.

"fine, one hour."

"oh come on, two?" he pouts childishly, a sight you hadn't seen for awhile.

"one hour and a half. make it quick." you relent once again, it seemed like he still had the ability to make you soften up to him.

and so with that, you two proceed to awkwardly choose out your drinks for the time being while at the café and try your hands at small talk. it was.. incredibly awkward between the both of you, undoubtedly it was a little weird to even talk about work since well.. him being a Detective at the ADA and with you being a Port Mafia executive, what was there to talk about? it's weird to be so stiff with someone you used to be so comfortable with, you used to be able to talk about anything when you were younger but now it's just.. not the same.

while you two were talking, your phone screen lit up. some message from another Port Mafia member came up, said something about it being urgent. "i.. have to go, it's important." you looked up from your phone to face him, rolling your eyes at the tiny little pout that graced his lips. "a shame, maybe next time?" he suggests, hoping to have another time to talk with you again. you get the feel he misses you dearly.

"maybe." you shrug, standing up from your seat. you slid a napkin over to him, pointing to the corner of your mouth to signal to him that he had something on his. he mutters a small 'thank you', a tiny bit embarrassed that he might indeed have something on the corner of his mouth. as you leave, he uses his phone to check his appearance and.. there wasn't anything there? he thinks it might just be a silly little prank on your end to tease him after so long, he mindlessly flips the napkin in his hands as he puts his phone down.

in the corner of his eye, he noticed some.. writing on the napkin. your... number? you had changed your phone number some time after he left and now, you had given him your current one! it meant that you at least weren't that mad at him after so long, and that you at least wanted to stay in contact with him.

he decides to text you, just in case you decide to change your mind in the mean time of your separation.

your phone lights up as you made your way down the street.

[unknown number, 3:46 p.m ➜ you] "same place, friday?"

#bsd x reader #bsd dazai #dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #bsd dazai x reader

[demon-kumo]

𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥

➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➤ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞… 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.

➤ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

➤ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡-𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

➤ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀

No one loves wine as much as CHUUYA. Hell he has a cabinet at home full of it, you were never one to drink though. Yet the minute he stepped into the home the scent of expensive wine reached his nose.

Working in the mafia had never been easy, whether you were a simple office worker or the boss, everyone went home late. Chuuya was no exception, as an executive he stayed longer than most. So the sweet pop in his bones allowed a satisfied smile to come to his face as he stood from the chair.

Finally, time to head home.

The click of the door allowed the corridor to open and sighed at the cool air hitting his face on the hot Yokohama night. His shoes hit the floor with a clumsy clack before it hit him. The strong scent of wine.

Perfect features, in your words "rivaling the gods", scrunched up as he walked through the penthouse and was met with an unfamiliar sight.

You. Hunched over the marble counter with a familiar red bottle in front of you. Soft cheeks hued red alongside your adorable ears, with a dazed look in your eye. Chuuya knew this sight, it had been on his own visage multiple times.

It seems the roles have been reversed.

Blazen blue hues softened considerably on instinct at the mere sight of you as he waltzed over. Placing a hand on your shoulder you looked up with glassy eyes and met the eyes of your lover.

"Hey (Y/n), you good?"

A drunk giggle escaped your lips, "Of course," you waved your hand, "I am perfectly fine, can't you tell?" you said as you were about to take another sip only for your husband to grab the glass.

"Alright love, I think you've had enough." He chuckled, finding your drunken state endearing and amusing. He had never seen you drunk before, you were normally the responsible drinker. It wasn't often that you drank wine.

The smile dropped from his face when you gasped like an overzealous Karen, hand to your chest as you looked at him with mouth agape.

"Sssirr, you may be handsome and k-kind enough to care about some stranger buuuuut don't call me that!" You slurred your demand as you pointed at him.

Chuuya tilted his head, "Call you what?"

"You know exact-ly what I mean you scoundrel! You can't call a w-woman you just met lllovveee,"

Chuuya raised his brows in surprise, "Huh?"

You squinted your eyes at him with a pout, "You heard meee right, I will have you know I am married!" You slouched in your chair.

Chuuya deadpanned, "L-(Y/n), I am the man you are married to."

You scoff a drunk scoff, "Y-you dare lie to me, I know my husband when I see him. And," You pointed at him for the nth time that night, "you look nothing like him."

You look through your blur and see the hazy figure of blue and orange covered in black and red clothes. Yep, 100% not your husband. "Myyy husband is ten times the mannnn you will ever beeee. He would never lie to meeee.... plusss he is-sh the most handsome man I have ever met."

Chuuya flushed bright red at your words but chuckled as he picked you up bridal style, just like he did the day he married you, and smiled at you. The same loving way he always did.

"Well then, that man is extremely lucky to have you. He also loves you more than anything, probably... no he would definitely burn the world for you."

➤ 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

Being passed out from beer and liquor was a familiar scene to OSAMU. Within the years of hiding from the mafia and laying low, passed out in bars. But to find his spouse in one, now that was a new one.

"(Y/n), sweetie, I think you should stop," Dazai suggested as he watched you call the bartender for another shot. You already were way past wasted.

It wasn't often Dazai was seen with a worried expression but this was one of the moments. He was worried his darling wife would pass out soon and wake up with the largest migraine when waking up.

"Wwwwhatttt, no!" You childishly rejected it as you waved your hand dismissively. "I cannnn handle itttt."

"Sweetie, if you drink any more you will pass out." Dazai sighed, is this how you feel when you deal with him drunk.

He placed a hand on your shoulder and pulled you up, placing his credit card at the bar, and paying for your drinks. Surprisingly he actually had the money to pay for the amount of shots, for her, he will always pay.

"Come on sweetheart, let's get you to bed."

"mhm, nnnooo!"

You push yourself away from the man, stuttering away as you look at him with an exasperated look. Dazai gave you a worried smile, "What do you mean-"

"I tollld you no!" You shook your head, "I have a husband! I am a married w--woman!" You said with a small hiccup as you held onto the counter with your knees bent.

Thank the lords that this bar is empty, Dazai thought to himself as he let out a small laugh. "Sweetheart, I am that husband."

"Nope!" You shook your head, "I know my husband, he would never look like you. You're hideous, my man is the... picture of... beauty!"

You slid to the floor on your knees as your cheeks reached an even more red state while Dazai chuckled though if you looked close enough you could see a small blush.

"Oh is he now?"

"Y-yes, I would never betray himmm, what kind of woman... would I beee, if I went to bed.... with another man!"

Awww, that is so sweet, even if the man who is currently trying to take you to bed is your actual husband.

All of a sudden, tears fall down your face, large fat puppy tears as broken sobs. Dazai's shifted to shock as he quickly bent to the ground and placed his hand on your shoulder.

"Hey! What's wrong?"

"*Sob* It's just.... thinking 'bout Samu.... *hick* He is always sad." Dazai's eyes widened as he remained silent when you started to rant. "He never shows it... *sniff* but he thinks so poorly *hick* of himself... but he won't tell me how he feels.... he thinks he is unworthy of *hiccup* h-happiness... or me... I'm a terrible wife... I can't even talk to him about that *sobbing*..."

You cried on his shoulder, tears staining his sandy coat but he didn't care. He looked down at you with an expression he rarely ever wore in front of someone. No one could really describe it, looked like a visage of self-loathing and pity. Was this how you really felt.

He brushed a hand to your head, who had now fallen asleep on his shoulder, mouth slightly agape. You looked like a sleepy child in an adult body. He placed a soft kiss on your head.

" Sweetheart, I know you can't hear me so it doesn't count but, you are right I don't think I am worthy of you. You are the best thing that has happened to me, which is why I am trying my hardest to make you happy."

#bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #dazai x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd fluff #demon kumo #romance #dazai osamu

[pin-k-ink]

Edogawa Ranpo X Reader

CW: highly suggestive themes, smoking, mention of a hangover

a/n: a rewrite of smth i wrote nearly two years ago

"Come on. We're already late." Ranpo tried to nudge your half-asleep, hungover form out of the warm cocoon of soft sheets and blankets you had wrapped yourself in. The mattress felt extraordinarily comfortable this morning, especially compared to the prospect of dragging yourself out of bed to face the day. You snuggled in deeper, relishing the coziness enveloping you, reluctant to emerge and silently hoping Ranpo would just leave you be.

Despite his usually carefree, happy-go-lucky demeanor, you could tell Ranpo was on the verge of losing his patience with you. You peeked an eye open to see his right eye twitching in irritation at your blatant ignoring of his promptings.

"I really don't feel up to it today," you mumbled, your voice muffled by the numerous layers of bedding you had burrowed under. With a sigh, you shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable again now that your peaceful slumber had been disrupted. You knew you wouldn't be able to drift back to sleep, but you still weren't ready to leave the sanctuary of your bed quite yet.

Ranpo's frustration reaching a boiling point, he grasped the edge of the blankets and swiftly yanked them off of you. "Get up already!" he demanded. But as the covers were peeled back, revealing your scantily clad form, Ranpo's mouth went dry, his grievances momentarily forgotten.

You lay there wearing nothing but a skimpy black lace bra and panties, complete with a garter belt framing your hips and thighs. Having foregone makeup the night before, just a hint of lipstick remained, now smeared seductively around your mouth. Your hair splayed out across the pillow in tousled waves that somehow still looked sexy despite the night spent tossing and turning.

As you stretched languidly, your ample breasts squished together enticingly. Ranpo felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and cup the supple mounds in his hands, to feel your soft flesh against his palms. His eyes travelled lower, taking in the tantalizing expanse of smooth skin, until they landed on an unexpected sight - intricate tattoos adorning your body in various suggestive places. The dark ink stood out in stark contrast to your skin tone. Ranpo felt a hot blush creeping up his neck at the provocative body art.

"Great, now I'm cold," you pouted, looking up at Ranpo through your lashes. He shook his head in disbelief. Even disheveled and halfway to a hangover, you still managed to look drop-dead gorgeous... and to frustrate the hell out of him with your antics.

"Deal with it. Now let's goooo," Ranpo whined, beginning to turn away before his body betrayed his increasing arousal at the alluring sight of you.

"Nah, I'm good here," you replied nonchalantly. Reaching over to your nightstand, you pulled out a half-empty pack of cigarettes and a lighter. In one fluid motion, you slid a cigarette between your full lips and flicked the lighter to life, taking a long drag.

Quick as a flash, Ranpo snatched the cigarette from your mouth and crushed the flimsy pack in his fist. "Fukuzawa told you not to smoke anymore," he reprimanded, coughing and swatting at the tendrils of smoke you blew in his face.

Unperturbed, you maintained a deadpan expression as you reached under the mattress and pulled out one of several hidden packs stashed there. Ranpo caught a glimpse of something else under the bed - was that a vibrator? He blushed even deeper as he registered what the long, purple object was.

Lighting up a new cigarette, you took a deep drag, relishing the burn in your lungs and the lightheaded rush that followed. Sighing in resignation, Ranpo slumped onto the bed next to you, head hanging in defeat. "I give up," he pouted.

"The cigs... are they really that good?" Ranpo asked after a moment, curiosity getting the better of him. You shrugged, not particularly keen to get into your reasons for smoking, especially this early in the morning.

"Can I try it?" You raised an eyebrow at his request. Mr. Sweet Tooth wanting to try a cigarette? This should be interesting.

"Sure, knock yourself out," you replied, handing it over. Ranpo took it eagerly, placing it between his lips and inhaling deeply... only to promptly break out in a fit of coughing and sputtering.

"When I said knock yourself out, I didn't mean literally," you laughed, springing up to rub his back soothingly.

"It's so spicy! Why do you even like these things?" Ranpo rasped out between coughs, clutching at his throat. You flopped back down, considering his question but unwilling to voice the real reasons your addiction had taken hold.

"C'mere," you purred instead, crooking a finger at him. Ranpo leaned in close, his breath catching in his throat as he hovered over you. Your fingers slid into his hair, gripping the back of his head as you pulled him in even nearer until your faces were mere inches apart. Maintaining eye contact, you took another drag from the cigarette, holding the smoke in your mouth.

You traced his bottom lip with your fingertip and he compliantly opened up for you, his tongue peeking out eagerly. Tightening your grip on his hair, you angled his head and slowly blew the smoke directly into his waiting mouth. Ranpo's emerald eyes flew open wide before the pupils blew out with desire. His hands braced on either side of your head as he unconsciously leaned in closer, seeking more of your intoxicating essence.

Releasing him, you dropped your head back against the pillow with a smirk. "How was that?"

It took Ranpo a minute to shake off his lust-induced haze and regain the power of speech. A matching smirk slowly spread across his face as an idea took hold. "You know, maybe we shouldn't go in to work after all..."

#bsd x reader smut #bsd smut #bsd x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs smut #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #ranpo smut #bsd ranpo #ranpo edogawa #ranpo x reader #ranpo x reader smut

[xonavia]

Could I request Chuuya with a world renown baker s/o?

The man gets to eat all the cake, pie, muffins, and whatever he wishes.

-> Chuuya loves the fact that you are really good at baking, not only does he love being able to get sweet things from you all the time but it also keeps you out of the way of his work (in terms of making sure that you stay safe and aren’t involved in the port mafia)

-> Likes taking in things you make and then refusing to share them with anybody in the office no matter how much Chuuya might owe them or anything like that

-> Also likes how it’s a cute little date idea, I mean staying up in the late hours of the night just flinging batter and frosting at each other, all while him cheating a little and trying to make himself on the ceiling so when you try and throw it at him, well, gravity kicks in and it gets right back on your face

-> Will also shit-talk people while your baking, just so you get the low down of everything that’s happening from the comfort of your’s and chuuya’s kitchen

-> Firm believer that he really likes cakes and stuff with a little bit of alcohol and will love if you make little cakes or cupcakes with his favorite types (he will supply the wine and stuff, dw)

-> Loves also trying to learn so when he has to take care of Q or Elise then he will just use what you taught him

-> Both Elise and Q have never met you, but even if he says he doesn’t share his treats with anybody, every once in a while when those two come over to his office he might let them have a little bit of whatever you made, so they already love you and haven’t even met you yet

#bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #xonavia's writings!

[almondmilkwithstyle]

I want someone (who is up to you but I am partial to sunshine or insane characters) to find y/n being a little goblin and go, “you’re funny, I’m keeping you” and then bring y/n back to whatever organization they’re part of like, “This is y/n, I found them in a dumpster and their mine know”

(Bonus points if the character hold y/n up from under the arms and they look like a pathetic cat)

(DOA Y/N SERIES)

IM ALIVE. LIFE IS SO SHIT AND SO ARE MY DOODLES, SO YOU ALL MUST SUFFER WITH MY RETURN

Sunshine or insane character? WHY NOT A CHARACTER WHO DOES BOTH

HHHHHH I TRIED TO TAKE MY OWN TYPE OF SPIN ON IT 🗣💥💥💥

Fukuchi would be flabbergasted when you get caught by Tetcho lmao. LIKE, bro runs the DOA so you gotta be under the radar since you work for them, so getting involved with the hunting dogs would be a big NO NO. I'm thinking of MAYBE continuing this, probably Fukuchi kicking Y/N out after a week or something. Even if Nikolai could use his coat to fight when Tetcho jabbed him, I don't think bro would make it that far cuz know Tetcho is straight up an absolute unit 💀💀

Anyways, side note, I really have been struggling with my life. Some of my friends found my cringe tumblr blog now 🗿🗿 (shoutout to those mfs)

I do enjoy the space I've created for myself here (Omg talking the way I always do rn) and dawg it pisses me off so bad that I always end up giving yall false hope 😭😭

I'm trying my best to still enjoy making tumblr blogs, but God does life make it difficult :(

#bsd art #bsd comic #bsd x y/n #bsd fanart #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd nikolai gogol #bsd tecchou #bsd teruko #bsd jouno #jouno saigiku #bsd hunting dogs #bsd x reader

[syo0x]

• Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai with a s/o who have brain tics!

Requested by: @paniatheweirdone

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Chuuya

Chuuya has been really protective over you. He doesn't like seeing you uncomfortable, he would always shows you with affection and telling things that make you feel more comfortable and confident about yourself. He wants you to be more comfortable around him. What's only on his mind is what's good and comfortable for you. And he definitely understands when you were having a hard time with physical contact, yet you have to always make sure to assure him cause sometimes he gets insecure and lonely since he always wanted to be feel held and loved.

Scenario

You and Chuuya were relaxing while he looked at you. A random question came to your mind on what chuuya thinks of you having tics? You were bothered by this as you asked him.

"Chuu.. you know i have tics right..?"

“I know, Doll.” He chuckles softly, and looking at you with gentleness. “You also know I ain’t mind ‘em none.” He said smiling.

"Hmmm really?" You said.

“Aye, really.” He smiled, as he loose strand of your hair softly and carefully. “Tics don’t take away from how beautiful you really are, Doll.” He said smiling.

“Besides…it’s just some small things about ya. Nothing that ain’t gonna change how much I love you, anyways.”

You were touched by his words.. and of course, you know how much he loves you, as he always makes sure you feel it and always assures you that he loves the way you are. You then hugged him tightly and smiled, looking like you've fallen to him even more.

You wanted to give something to him... and of course, you wanted to make him feel what he always makes you feel too. As you leaned closer to hugged him, he was surprised and melt into your embrace as he carefully hugged you back and kissed your forehead.

"I love you, doll.. So don't even think of letting yourself down, " He said while both of you shared your warm embrace. He wanted to stay like this forever.. as you do too.

Fyodor

When Fyodor's finds out about that, he's rather become more possesive after all you're his and he don't seem have a problem about that yet he finds adorable and the way you were showing your weakness and imperfection makes him feel superior as he was in charge of you. Therefore, he doesn't like the way you were sometimes hesitant about physical contact, and therefore, he understood as long as you were aware that you've given yourself to him. He wanted you to be his and only his... and he always makes you clear about that.

Scenario

You peeked over to his what was he doing.. you know he hates to bothered but your curiosity is eating you slowly. You were quite and not so sure of what's he's going to say, but he never showed any negative about your condition.

You went to face him as you hust hoped he's not busy.

"Hmm.. Something wrong Myshka..?" He said and looking at you carefully as it was reading you.

"Nothing really.. just...." You were hesitant to say it as he spoke.

"Is it about your condition?" He said, as expected... he knows you and able to read you very well.

His smile grows into a sly grin as he moves around you in a slow circle, his purple eyes appraising every inch of your body. "You know my answer to that, dear. Tics only serve to make you an even more desirable creature. Your flaws and imperfections are all the reasons why i wanted you, you know."

He slowly get closer to you as runs his hands across your shoulders, chuckling softly. "I believe I made myself clear when we met, my love. Your oddities are all the things that make you so unique, so captivating." Suddenly, his hand moves to your cheek, and he pulls your chin up so he can look down at you from a higher perspective. "You're lucky I'm rather fond of these peculiarities otherwise… He lets his words hang in the air, his gaze sharp and his voice laced with teasing.

You were not surprised but you were kind relieved you say... He's still a scary man as you think about it.. but that does not stop from you loving eachother.

He brings his hand to your hair, running his fingers through it softly. "However, I do believe I am growing increasingly annoyed with the fact that you continue to ask me this same question over and over again, just to seek praise."

You were surprised by that.. however he was not wrong about that...

"Hhm.. sorry.. i was just curious.." You said sounded apologetic and shy.

He remains silent as he runs his thumb along your right temple. Curious and persistent, hmm? An almost cruel smile curves his lips as he moves his thumb away and starts to run his hand through your hair again. "Maybe it's about time I start punishing your naughty behaviour."

That scary smile of him makes you really nervous... but as you just think it was half worth it to ask him that.

Nikolai

Nikolai would adore you.. and he doesn't really care of you having it, but he gets annoyed that you don't give him much physical contact since he's a very touchy person and always wants to be held. Nikolai is playful as sometimes trying to sneak up to you to hug you.. and he knows when is the right time to do that. He doesn't want you to make you uncomfortable that much. Therefore, he's obsessive when it comes to you.. he would never let go of someone so rare, adorable condition like you.

Scenario

After your condition has strike earlier.. Nikolai staring at you softly as it makes you embarrassed as you spoke.

"Hmm.. sorry you have to see that" You said.

Nikolai pauses for a moment, he looks at you for a bit before letting out a chuckle.

“You’re cute when they happen, even if they do get a bit annoying sometimes.” He teases you.

"Annoying..?" You said with curiosity.

He then looked at you, frowning playfully.

"I won't get to hold you or hugged you... or kissed you.." He added.. as he smiled “But you're the ticciest and cutest person I know. I really never noticed, just makes it more adorable... like a cute dove struggling to fly.. makes you even want you more.."

He said sounded serious in that part.. which makes you nervous a litte. He looked at you and his expression has no longer filled with playful look.

“Yes..." He chuckled "It’s adorable. Everything you do is adorable... so that's why you're mine dove.." he said as he whispered to words on your ear and kissed your cheek, as he quickly changed into his playful expression again and changing the topic.

“So? Guess what I did today!”

You were completely baffled on what just happened... it's really hard to predict what was Nikolai was thinking as you let out a sigh as you just smiled.. you were glad he didn't think of anything bad on your condition... but you were still worried of what he just said earlier tho...

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#bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd fluff #chuuya x reader #fyodor x reader #nikolai x reader

[yoruuuuuuu12345]

— series 1: friends pt2

synopsis: pre established relationship messages with these characters… again.

consists of: denji, dazai, chuuya, gojo, aki, megumi

note: i have no fucking idea how to make a master list so deal with this…

these are supposed to be quick fun msgs for ur favs but i might possibly turn it into a storyline for each char if that makes sense. So just enjoy these snippets😇

#jjk x reader #dazai x reader #jjk smau #bsd x reader #jjk #chuuya x reader #megumi x reader #aki x reader #aki hayakawa #chainsaw man #csm smau #gojo x reader #bsd smau #bsd #smau

[chaiifluuf]

pair. dazai osamu x reader

summary. a story of an unlikely meeting between a detective and a figure skater turning into something much more.

content. figure skater!reader, fem!reader, romance, hurt/comfort, dazai's suicidal tendencies, lowercase

notes. do not expect the chapters come out any time soon since i have exams coming up T^T i really want to finish this series someday though cause i like the idea a lot ! also might edit the summaries but that will definitely be settled before releasing the chapters.

0.1 HEAVEN CAN WAIT.

summary. you discover a cafe on your way to home and it wouldn’t hurt to have a small bite right? except you weren’t ready to be asked a hand in double suicide by a complete stranger.

0.2 THE ONLY FLAW, YOU ARE FLAWLESS.

summary. he’s strange to say the least. but also pretty charming! you like talking to him and he seems to feel the same. that being said, it comes as a surprise to you when dazai turns up at the ice rink.

0.3 GUIDING LIGHT.

summary. there’s really no use to hiding your true feelings. and before you know it dazai’s your boyfriend, someone that means more to you than you initially thought. yet there are still many things you don’t know about him.

0.4 SAPPHIRE TEARS.

summary. dazai messed up. he knows he did. all good things eventually end don’t they? you think it’s criminal how he won’t leave your head even in the middle of the competition you’ve worked so hard for.

0.5 I SEE YOUR COLOUR.

summary. he’s at the exit.

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