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cheriiyaya · 1 month

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HIS SLEEPING BEAUTY ♡

FEATURING: D.Osamu + Fem!reader

♡ Dazai comes home early, and is met with the most adorable sight of his life: you

CW: fluff, kissing, established relationship, mention of kunikida, dazai skips work, one suggestive joke, NOT PROOFREAD

A/N: this is so self indulgent but i need osamu to do this to me sb :<<

"♪ And while you sleep, I'll be scared. So by the time you wake I'll be brave ♪"

The door to your shared room creaked open slowly, revealing a tired looking dazai in the doorframe. He carded his fingers through his hair, about to call your name before his eyes fell upon you. You were asleep, hair fanned out on the pillow and the sheets twisted up around your legs.

Carefully, dazai walked over and he could feel his heart throb when he saw that the shirt you were wearing, the top few buttons undone and the hem riding up your thighs, was his own. You must've stolen it from his side of the closet, not that dazai minded.

He carefully made his way to the bed, crouching at the side to admire your features dripping in golden sunlight, brushing strands of hair out of your face. Dazai paused and then shrugged his tan trench coat off his shoulders, letting it bunch up on the floor. He crawled into bed besides you, discreetly nestling himself against you and cautiously draped your arm over him before resting his forehead over the place on your chest where he could hear the steady, grounding thrum of your heart. The artificially crafted scene looked perfect, as if he woke from a dreamless night wrapped in your welcoming embrace.

Such a picture of serenity wasn't held for very long. Dazai planted gentle kisses on your neck, tugging down your collar to kiss at the dip of your shoulder as well. Through this silent display of affection, you quietly stirred, eyes heavy with sleep as you looked down at the brunette curled against you.

"'samu...?" your warm breath tickled his scalp as you spoke with a voice hardened with drowsiness. Dazai grinned coyly, brushing strands of hair away from your face before resting his thumb against your bottom lip.

"Yes love?" He murmured, pressing down on your lip.

"shouldn' you be at work? wha' s'the time?" you turned your head to the side in an attempt to capture a glance at the clock resting on the bedside table. Dazai shushed you quietly, cupping your cheek and turning your sleepy gaze back to him.

"I waaass let off early! Kunikida agreed with me when I said I had to see your pretty face twenty-four-seven!" He knew that was a lie. Dazai had ditched the office early, and he knew that he couldn't ignore kunikida's phone calls demanding him to get back for very long.

You blinked as you slowly became more lucid, lips parting as you realized it. "...You liar! you ditched work early, didn' you?" You sat up on your elbows and dazai quickly pushed you back down onto your back, pouting.

"Bella'! I'd do no such thing! I'm telling the truth!" He whined, planting his chin below your bony clavicle. He collected a few strands of your hair, watching them fall through nimble fingers.

"uh-huh."

"Bella!!" Dazai huffed childishly, gaping when you pulled away from him when he tried to kiss you.

"Go. Back. To. Work." you rolled onto your side, back facing him. Dazai stared at you like a kicked puppy, warm brown eyes wide and full of hurt. Once he realized guilt-tripping you wouldn't work, he carefully crawling over to you and plopping down by your figure. He pressed his face into the back of your neck, one hand draping over your waist and the other fiddling with wispy baby hairs at the back of your neck.

"C'monnnn, don't be like that..." Dazai mumbled against your skin, pressing his lips to the nape of your neck. "I missed you sooo much!" He waited a minute, the only sound coming from you was the sound of your soft breathing. This wasn't gonna cut it for dazai.

You were flipped onto your back with a soft thud, eyes fluttering open to see dazai literally laying on top of you as he looked up with pleading eyes. His fingers reached out and cupped your face, squishing your cheeks a bit.

"Darling! I really am sorry but how can you blame me for wanting to see the prettiest girl ever?" He grinned, leaning over and kissing the corner of your mouth. One turned into two, and soon dazai was all over you, hands curled into your hair as he peppered his lips over your face, brushing through your hair.

He giggled as you whined and tried to push him away, hands slinking up your shirt and splaying long fingers over the soft skin of your tummy, tickling it just to hear you squeal.

You curled up against yourself, pushing dazai's hands away. He tutted lightly, pulling your legs away from your chest. One hand found purchase on your thigh, pressing down keep you from squirming away. With a stupid grin, dazai lightly gripped the hem of the shirt. "See? You missed me so much didn't you bella'?" He giggled, leaning down to kiss you softly before pulling away.

Dazai scooted down, lifting the shirt up despite your flustered protests. "hush now, I've seen you without your shirt a million times, love." his smile only grew as he saw you purse your lips, eyes growing wide as you whined and squirmed in response to his flirts.

He began to press his lips to the soft skin of your stomach, grinning against it as you whined and suppressed giggles of how it tickled.

"'samu!! s-stop that !!" Your adorable squeals only fueled dazai to plant more fluttering kisses along your abdomen, his hand sliding up to trace the curve of your waist.

"nuh-uh! Not 'till you admit you missed me!" Dazai sighed and slid his hands down, cupping your hip. He looked up at you and his stomach churned pleasantly at the sight of you, the prettiest thing he swears he's ever seen. The way your hair was spread out on the pillow like a halo, and your lips parted as you let out the cutest giggles- he wouldn't believe he had a heart if it weren't for the way you melt it.

"looks like there's an angel in my bed." Dazai chuckled softly. he peppered a few more soft kisses on your tummy before moving up, kissing your forehead. "...my pretty girl." Another kiss against your cheek. "the prettiest gi-" he was suddenly cut off when you pressed a finger to his lip, pouting and about to whine when he saw the adorable look on your face; the corners of your eyes crinkled up and lips pulled up in that smile of yours that he loved so much.

"dazai, I get it!" You giggled. "You love me!" dazai grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your finger before gently curling lithe fingers around your wrist, kissing each and every one of your fingers.

He finished with a kiss to your palm, looking at you with eyes of molten honey and pure adoration.

"I love you more than you'll ever know, darling."

...♡♡♡...

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raitonsfw · 1 month

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Overstimulating dazai but lovingly, continuing to kiss and pepper him in kisses — whilst your preoccupied hand continued to stroke his rigid leaking shaft, it’s been a good few hours. Denying him of entering but when you do, he tries to buck up pathetically :3

🎀anon??

18+ mdni, handjob, slight ‘just the tip’ moment, mentions of princess and baby.

no but like he so would start to beg after about like two minutes of your hand slicking him up with lube. and once it becomes over an hour, he’d cry out your name with a needy whine to it– trying to desperately get you to let him cum or like bury himself inside you... whatever happens first.

not to mention that your cunt nearly wanted to swallow him up with every agonizing stroke, your thighs flush against his on the bed as you hovered over him. you wanted to just sink down and ride him already...

“y/n– baby please, it’s been over an hour…” you heard him grunt against your ear, his breath warm against it as he tried his best to keep his voice steady. instead of answering him, you kissed right behind his ear– peppering small hickeys and feather light presses there with a dainty hum, shushing him quietly and reassuring him you’d take care of him soon enough.

dazai let out another groan, his body quivering against you with his breath hitching in his throat– a telltale sign he was dreadfully close– and you stilled your hand meticulously.

“shitshit– no, fuck!”

in truth, it’s been a few hours and you just wouldn’t let up– your hand carefully sliding up his cock as you calmed him down with a kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth lazily. he was already so fucked out, his eyes glazed over as he looked you over once before a quiet gasp settled in the pit of his lungs when you continued your movements.

his cock felt so hot in your hand– in your palm that had become so sticky and wet with his precum. you looked between your thighs to see how much he was leaking, at how his cock was practically drooling for you and decided to go easy on him.

until…

you took a good look at his face, his eyebrows furrowed and his nose scrunched as you let him fuck up into your palm now– his hair tousled within your grasp and a red blush tinting his cheeks as his eyes nearly rolled back from the sheer pleasure of your grip. his bandages were still intact across his chest, but just barely as they threatened to unravel with how much he moved underneath you, his head thrown back in pure ecstasy with his chest heaving breathy moans.

and then you decided you needed to see him like this more… you needed him to whimper out your name… you needed his thighs to tremble every time you swiped your thumb across his tip of his cock– across the swollen slit that blurted tiny spurts of white everytime he got close– until you proceeded to jerk your hand away or still it with a squeeze around the base of his shaft.

a broken moan flew out of his mouth as you let your entrance ghost over the tip, his hips bucking up quickly to try to bury himself inside you.

“fuck– princess… need you already… you’ve tortured me enough–”

a/n: fueled my insatiable urge for dazai... (i'm so normal about him i swear)

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sillyd0ve · 19 days

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subtly grinding on dazai as he "works". (cw: dazai cums inside his pants :p + dazai calls you "bella")

not many people are in the office at this hour, just a few, and all of them seem focused on their current work at hand.

while innocently passing by your boyfriend's desk, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down onto his lap. now his arms are around your waist, chin on your shoulder. you're trapped in his grasp, with no chance to escape.

nobody's finding it weird though— you're just two lovers sharing a moment in the office. you sitting on his lap as he hugs you from behind, giggling as he whispers stupid things to make fun of kunikida...

but a simple cute moment quickly escalates into something more.

dazai's hands travel down to your hips, subtly pressing you down on his crotch. it hits the spot so sweetly that makes the man behind you whine shamelessly.

thin fingers guide the movements of the lower part of your body, earning more low whines and groans from him that he tries to muffle on your shoulder.

of course it didn't take too long for him to get hard when your soft ass is pressing perfectly over his clothed cock.

you can sense he laid back against the chair, getting comfortable before thrusting up slightly to "fix" his position. a chuckle escaped his lips when you gasped in surprise.

dazai thought that maybe cockwarming him didn't seem so unethical right now. he needed to feel your warmth enveloping his cock, to feel your walls squeeze his length... maybe cumming inside you too. the thought was already sending him over the edge.

"o-oh, fuck... wait. i'm gonna—"

he quickly stops, digging his nails on you to hold back.

"shit... that was close."

he chuckles nervously, looking over your shoulder to check if anyone seems suspicious— actually, everyone left the office. maybe to take a break... or maybe because they found out about what was going on between the two of you. either way, dazai was not in the mood to think which one was it.

"oh. seems like we're alone, hm? why don't you get on your knees and—"

he trails off when you turn around, caging him between your thighs. as soon as your lips touch the little skin of his neck that you can find in between the bandages, his eyes are already rolling back.

dazai can no longer hold back when he's being pampered with kisses, engulfed in the softness and warm of your body, and when you press against his hardness just a little more—

he doesn't even realize that he came inside his pants. too focused on feeling your skin below your shirt.

"don't move, bella..." he whines, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

he's embarrassed you're able to have such an effect on his body, but he doesn't mind when it feels so good.

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osaemu · 8 months

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Could you by any chance do a really affectionate reader x dazai?? I feel like it would be so cute with the two of them being all affectionate w each other 🤭

dazai's love language is definitely physical touch.

during his time in the mafia, words and promises had very little value — after all, actions speak much louder than words.

and when it comes to you, it's not that dazai doesn't believe you when you say you love him. it's just that he's been trained not to. old habits die hard.

thankfully, you caught onto this quickly, and tried a different route.

"hm? ah, good morning, sweetheart. care for a cup of coffee? we can stop by the café on the way to—"

oh, his face when you interrupt him with a kiss is priceless.

usually, dazai was the one who initiated physical affection in your relationship. he was always leaning on you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, even randomly hugging you from behind unexpectedly.

over the next few days, as you gradually did the same to him, dazai somehow seemed more comfortable with you than ever.

dazai's slender fingers always seemed to be intertwined with yours, and his hugs and kisses had somehow become even more frequent than before.

and one late tuesday night when you're half asleep in his arms, dazai finally whispers the words he danced around and avoided saying for so long.

"i love you."

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gfdazai · 2 months

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Combing his hair. ♡

Dazai is implied to have a negative mental health episode, established relationship, blah blah blah. GN reader. 750~ish words. I still don't know how to end fics.

Dazai feels broken. Useless. He still hasn't gotten out of bed, and it's 11am. He should've been at work three hours ago, yet he can't find the will to.

He's lying there, wanting to move, but he can't. He can't bother even rolling over to get a drink. The bottles from the previous night lie by his bed, some knocked over, some still standing up.

He forces himself onto his side, trying to ignore the stinging pain of his back, and the pounding, repeating pain of his headache. His groan goes quiet when he hears the front door unlock, open, and shut.

You're here... Again. He did say you could stop by whenever, but he doesn't want to see you right now. Not when he's like this — not when his apartment is like this. He wishes he could shove you out, deep clean and then let you back in.

"Doors open." He barks lazily once he hears you approaching the door. He wants to turn and get up, give you a kiss; but he can't find it in him to even roll over and face the door.

He can barely spare a blink when he hears the door creak open — he's been meaning to get you to fix that. "Osamu?" He slowly blinks, forcing his gaze away from the wall and to your form.

"Bad day?"

"Mm." He hums blankly as an answer, his eyes slowly following you as you get on the bed beside him.

"Wanna talk about it?"

He doesn't answer, feeling you move him a little. His head isn't on the pillows anymore, now on your lap. It's a bit of a distraction from him feeling his clothes on his skin.

"...You wanna take a shower?" You question softly, feeling his forehead to check for a fever. He seems colder, rather than burning hot. He shakes his head a smidge.

"Well, uh... I'll admit, I don't know what else to offer." You chuckle, and he melts a little at the sound. You're always so sweet and gentle to him, it makes him nauseous. He doesn't... Deserve this.

"...Can I brush your hair?" You ask softly, placing your hand gently on the back of his head, rubbing your thumb against his messy, greasy hair.

He blinks slowly, forcing himself to nod a little. "Mhm.." He swallows, trying to wet his dry mouth. "Please." His voice is weak... Broken, and shaky. Like he hasn't had a drink in the past week... Or maybe that's because he hasn't water in the past 24 hours.

You smile a little, "okay." You say softly, looking over at his nightstand. You grab a dark blue comb, gently sectioning off his hair, before starting to comb through it.

A few minutes pass, and you're onto the next section. "I bought you more crab. Some of it is canned, but I got some of that fancy stuff that you said you wanted last time we went out together." You say. He blinks a few times, clearing his throat halfheartedly.

"...Really?" He mumbles softly. "That's... Too much. I can pay you back." His finger twitches as he starts to force his hands to move, but he stops when you press him back down.

"No, it's really nothing. Think of it as a late, uh... Present for national crab meat day?" You smile a little, and he smiles a little back.

"Oh?... Thank you." He sighs softly, feeling you move onto the next section of his hair.

A few moments pass... "...Are you mad I didn't stop by last night?" He mumbles, his eyes fluttering closed, not wanting to see if he hurt you. He hears you sigh, and his heart drops. This is it — he fucked it all up, he's gonna be alone again, and you'll move on, and he'll end up —

"Of course not. You did say that you might be too busy to stop by." He blinks, opening his eyes and looking up at you.

"...Oh." He mumbles. "I didn't think you'd be so... Okay. About it." He swallows, eyes falling back down to his mattress.

You finish combing his hair, grabbing a hairtie from your pocket and gathering as much of his hair as you can, tying it up. "Ta-da." His heart melts at your giggle.

"Mhm..." He yawns softly, closing his eyes. "Love you." He mumbles, exhaling gently...

"Love you too, 'samu." You press a gentle kiss to his forehead, before leaning back against the headboard, letting the silence play for the both of you.

Please don't steal my work, nor feed it to any sort of AI. Thank you! ♡

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theanimeoftheblackbunnymask · 1 month

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Yandere Fyodor and Dazai Compare and Contrast (How They'd Treat Their Darling)

Links: {Masterlist} {Yandere Fyodor Alphabet}{Yandere Dazai Alphabet} {Yandere PM!Dazai Alphabet}

Fyodor as a yandere is such an interesting concept.

Fyodor is a complex character who I believe is very hard to write and pull off.

He's deceiving in everyway of the sort, and I can see his darling having a hard time trying to figure him out. One day he can calm and quiet, and the next day he's sadistic and a bit more temperamental than yesterday.

I can see him acting like this as a way to keep you on edge. He isn't bipolar by any means, but he enjoys seeing the uncertainty on your face, the constant worry that a single slip up can through him into a frenzy, or he'll not even react and just let you deal with it on your own.

This is kinda where I compare him to Dazai. Dazai is very switchy in the same way, but he's a lot more consistent. Dazai rarely changes his behavior, but he actively changes his reactions, his actions often contradicting his personality. This is where being Dazai's darling become stressful because you'll think you know how he'll act, but in reality he'll react in a way that's completely out of character.

Fyodor and Dazai are full of mind games. Fyodor would rarely hits his darling. He finds it much more satisfying to see you stress your own self out, terrified of what he'll say or do to you, watching as you break down and pathetically try to hide yourself from his presence.

Dazai is sadistic, but not as much as he was when he was in the Port Mafia. He hates the idea of physically hurting his darling, and when he does he sinks into regret.

Now, where would they keep you?

I can actually see Fyodor bringing you along in his endeavors, and maybe even get you involved as a spy if you're powerful enough. I don't see Fyodor keeping you a secret from the ADA, and often uses you as a way to mock them, saying how they can't even save you. You're often viewing all his plans, and if a mission is a little too dangerous for his liking, he'll hide you in a place that you can't escape from.

Now, Dazai is more of an abusive boyfriend type yandere. He let's you like your normal life, go to work, hang out with friends, go to the mall, normal civilian stuff, but, he's watching you the entire time. You slip up once, and you'll deal with it at home. Dazai doesn't want to keep you in doors 24/7, but he also doesn't want you to leave him. You tell anyone about the horrors of your relationship, and you're left crying on the floor of the bathroom, the door locked as Dazai threatens you from the end. I also want to note, Dazai rarely if ever yells at you. The low and coldness in his voice is enough to throw you into tears.

So, who would be the worse to deal with full time?

Fyodor, here's why.

Dazai gives you a lot of freedom, much more than the average yandere, so you can live a mostly normal life. With Fyodor, you're stuck with him 24/7. He won't let you go anywhere by yourself, and has killed a few of your friends and family. So, if you did escape, you wouldn't last very long, and you wouldn't have anyone to support you.

The one good thing about Fyodor is that he's a pretty good balance of giving you false hope, and shutting your dreams down completely.

I do have one idea though. What would happen if you were acting as a spy for Fyodor, not for the ADA, but maybe for a powerful figure Fyodor wants something from, and you end up running into Dazai. It's one of the rare times you're alone, so I wonder how things would go.

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system-to-the-madness · 2 months

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A Warm Welcome - Dazai Osamu x Reader

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 2 493 Warnings: Dazai level of suicidal thoughts, food Summary: Dazai comes home to a warm flat and a homecooked meal A/N: For those who don’t know: kotatsu are those Japanese tables with a heater and a blanket

Dazai Osamu had gotten used to coming home to cold and dark apartment and no one to welcome him. Not that he had ever made the experience of coming home to a brightly lit up and cozy apartment with a warm welcome. Really, he usually was only glad to have a home to come back to in the first place.

Now that he was standing outside his front door, key in hand, eying the slither of orange light that crept through the gap between door and floor, he wondered who had broken into his apartment and turned on the light. He knew that he hadn't forgotten to turn it off. In the morning, when he had woken up, it had already been light outside and at night he barely ever turned it on to begin with, preferring to make his way around in the dark.

So, who was in his flat now? Had one of his enemies found him and was waiting inside to kill him? Honestly, after the day he had had, Dazai would gladly show his murderer-to-be where he kept the kitchen knives, should the other have been forgetful enough to not have brought a weapon.

But what would you say? Would you be sad if he died? Or would you be mad at him, for walking into such an obvious trap? Why did he even care about what you would think? You were his co-worker, nothing more.

Well, his co-worker, who he had been enamoured with from day one, who he had never treated with anything but utter respect, in whose presence he kept his suicide-talk to a minimum, because he had once seen how it upset you. And you were the only co-worker whom he had told about Oda, the only co-worker, who had ever gotten him anything for Valentine's Day.

It had been a cute, light pink box with a heart on it, and handmade chocolates inside. You hadn't signed your name, only a card with the word "Enjoy!" but he knew your handwriting well enough to know the box had been from you; he didn't need Ranpo to figure that one out. And you hadn't told him they were just friendship-chocolates either, which meant they had been the real deal. Valentine's Day had only been last week, so he hadn't yet had the chance to gift you a bag of chocolates back, and he wasn't sure about how to go about it either. He wanted to be so much more to you than just a colleague, but he could hardly ask you out out of nowhere, could he? Well, not that any of this mattered anymore, with his sealed fate waiting behind the unlocked door of his flat.

He sighed. Of course it would never work out between you and him anyway, you were too perfect for a suicidal maniac like him either way. So, he twisted the doorknob and let himself into his flat.

"I'm home," he announced loudly to his intruder, before he even realized that his flat smelled deliciously of food, or that there was soft music playing from the kitchen. What kind of assassin would put on a soundtrack to commit his crime? Oh no, he was going to get murdered by an absolute nutcase, wasn't he?

"Welcome back!"

Dazai startled at the sound of your voice. Why were you here? You were in danger with the assassin around, weren’t you? Or were you the assassin? What had he done to upset you enough to warrant you wanting to kill him? Apart from his everyday behaviour that was. Had you expected an answer to the Valentine’s Day chocolates earlier?

“You’re just in time for dinner! I made curry,” you let him know, poking your head into the short hallway with a grin before disappearing back into the kitchen.

Diner? Curry?

You weren’t here to kill him? What an unexpected turn of events…

Confused, Dazai toed his shoes off in the genkan and slipped past the door into the living area. You had set up two bowls, two sets of chopsticks, spoons and cups on the kotatsu in the area Dazai usually used as his living room. You had even plugged it in already. Dazai couldn’t remember the last time he had used this thing. It had come as part of the flat, but usually Dazai ate in a café, restaurant, or the convenience store, and even when he ate at home, he never had plugged in the kotatsu. It always gave him the feeling that the soft blanket keeping the heat trapped under the table would cause a comfort he didn’t know how to deal with.

Blinking a few times, trying to make sense of the situation, he turned towards the kitchen, where you were standing at the stove, stirring something in a big pot. It smelled delicious.

“I hope it’s okay I let myself in.” you spoke over your shoulder in Dazai’s direction. “Kunikida called and say you had a… well, a day, and I thought it would be nice if you got to eat something proper tonight.”

“Why Curry,” Dazai asked, ignoring his increasing irritation. Kunikida had called you to tell you to look after him? Did he even have time in his so tightly planned schedule for things like such a call? And how had he even noticed? Did this ideal-obsessed former math teacher actually have a heart after all?

“It’s the comfort food, isn’t it?”

Dazai got distracted by the beeping of an electrical appliance on the kitchen counter. A rice cooker? Dazai didn’t own a rice cooker (doubtlessly proof of how much he cooked on his own). Had you brought your own rice cooker just to cook for him?

“Is it,” he asked back, finally remembering to answer your rhetorical question.

“Well, I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t love curry on a cold winter evening.”

Right, cold. His flat wasn’t cold as it usually was when he came home. Instead, you had turned on the AC in the kitchen. Dazai wiggled his toes in the plain black socks he wore. He could actually feel his toes for once.

“I’ve never thought of it like that,” he admitted.

“If you have a different comfort food, I can try making that for you next time,” you offered.

Next time. Next time. He liked the ring of that.

“I don’t really have a comfort food,” Dazai mumbled, almost hoping you hadn’t heard him over the humming of the extractor fan. But of course you had, your movements stopping for a moment and Dazai could already hear you asking ‘Why not? What kind of food did your mother always make for you? That’s probably your comfort food’, but the question never came. Instead, you continued stirring for a moment before you replied.

“Then I’ll just make all kinds of different foods for you, until you’ve found a comfort food.”

Dazai swallowed hard and nodded, even though you couldn’t see him.

“Okay,” he agreed.

It was such a strange idea, such a weird concept, to come back to a home that was not dark, but instead lit up by the gentle light in the kitchen, to a flat that was not cold, but warmed by the AC that had been turned on, to a person welcoming him home, to warm food, the promise of a full stomach. Was that really what other people got to experience every day? This gentleness of someone else, directed only at him? How had he never thought about how nice something like that would be? How much more precious life would feel with someone who cared?

“I’ll- I’ll go take off my jacket…”

Quickly apologising himself from the kitchen, he disappeared into the bedroom. In one quick motion he slipped out of his coat, throwing it into the general direction of the wardrobe, and ran his hands through his hair while pacing up and down. What was going on with him? Why was it so important to him that he had come home to someone waiting for him? No, not someone, not anyone. You. Dazai exhaled with a small sigh, stopping in his tracks. The worrying, the overthinking had time for later, he decided, now all he had to do was enjoy the food you had made for him.

When he came back into the kitchen, you had just scooped some rice into the bowls that had been standing on the kotatsu. Taking a glance at Dazai, you giggled.

“Your hair is all messy,” you laughed, making him run his hands over his hair self-consciously. Oh dear, was he blushing? “How much curry do you want?”

Dazai stepped behind you to the stove, placing one of his hands at your waist, not missing the way your breath hitched. At least he wasn’t the only one out of their depth here. Glancing into the pot before you, he couldn’t help the way his mouth started watering. In a thick, brown sauce, that smelled deliciously of many different spices, he could make out pieces of onions, potatoes, and carrots.

“As much as possible,” he chuckled, brushing his nose against your hair, and pressing a quick kiss to the shell of your ear before he drew back.

Instead of an answer, he received a chuckle that warmed him even more than the warm air from the AC already did. Standing beside you, he waited until you had finished topping the rice with the curry, and handed him a bowl, before he followed you to the kotatsu and slipped in opposite you.

It seemed like he had been right in the assumption that you had turned it on, because his legs, up to where the blanket was pooling around his hips, immediately got engulfed in comfortable warmth. He didn’t even realise he was sighing until the gentle sound of your soft giggle reached his ears.

Blinking his eyes open, having closed them in bliss, he quickly sat up straight, grabbing the chopsticks you had laid out for him and folding his hands.

“Thank you for the meal,” he announced with a smile that was a bit too bright to be quite genuine. He wanted it to be genuine, but how could he ever bring across his gratitude for you taking care of him like this?

“Thank you for the meal,” you replied, and Dazai could feel your eyes on him as he picked up a piece of carrot, covered in the brown sauce.

As soon as the food touched his tongue, his throat closed up. Not in the way it would have if the food was disgusting. Quite the contrary really. The carrot had been boiled soft, the sauce added a rich, spicy flavour to the sweetness of the vegetable. It tasted like heaven. And it had been cooked by you for him. How could he ever find a way to express to you how much this meant to him? His nose was itching suspiciously with the burn of rising tears, but he willed them away, and instead focused on chewing and swallowing his first bite, the food immediately starting to warm up his stomach.

When he looked up from his bowl, he noticed you had also started eating, focusing on your food rather than on his reaction.

“I think, you don’t have to cook different foods each week for me to find my comfort food,” Dazai said, making you look back up at him. Quickly he scooped some more curry into his mouth.

“What do you mean,” you inquired, you head gently tilted to the side.

“I think, my comfort food is curry,” Dazai admitted, “as long as it’s made by you.”

His heart definitely skipped a beat it shouldn’t have skipped at the away you were smiling at him now.

“Is that your way of asking me to cook for you again?”

For a moment Dazai was tempted to answer the way he always would have. Something cocky, something that hid the way you had wormed yourself into his sad heart. But with the flavour of the curry you had made just for him, lingering on his tongue, with the warmth that spread from his stomach, he just couldn’t seem to pull on his usual mask.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but…”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, and Dazai felt you nudge your food against his knee under the kotatsu. “I’d be happy to cook for you again. Oh! We can make it a weekly date! Curry-Tuesday! How does that sound?”

Dazai nodded, quickly focusing back on his bowl, before you could see the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him and drag him under.

“A weekly date,” he asked instead.

“Yeah, I mean like- oh! Not like that, I mean like a-”

“Why not like that,” Dazai asked. “I think I’d like it better if it were like that.”

“You mean, like-”

“Like you, letting me take you out on days when you’re not making curry, that is.”

For a moment you were quiet, quiet enough for Dazai to fear you could hear his loudly beating heart over the quiet humming of the AC.

“I still gotta make up for the Valentine’s chocolates you gave me, right,” he added.

“So… curry-cooking dates and other dates? That sounds like a lot of fun,” you finally answered, and Dazai couldn’t care to hide the sigh of relief that escaped his lips at your agreement, his heart settling down at least a little bit.

“It does, doesn’t it,” he laughed, finally looking up from his bowl again, meeting your eyes. Even in the rather plain light of his living room, your eyes glimmered brightly as if they were shining from within.

You nodded in agreement, biting your lower lip, before you broke into a giggle.

“What?” Dazai watched you both in confusion and amusement, as you flopped backwards against the floor.

“Just-,” you shrugged, before leaning back up on your elbows. “I’m just happy, ‘s all. Am I not allowed to be happy?”

Dazai stretched out his legs under the kotatsu, nudging his feet against yours and letting you intertwine them with one another.

“On the contrary, my love,” the nickname slipped over his lips without his permission, but he couldn’t be bothered to correct himself at the sight of how bashful you grew. “We’d have a problem though if you weren’t.”

You laughed again, covering your face with your hands as you sat up properly again and shook your head.

A/N: It’s Curry Tuesday, because is Japanese that’s an alliteration (curry = カレー - karee, Tuesday = 火曜日 - かようび – kayoubi), also: this is actual karee-kayoubi footage right here

Dazai kept his eyes on you a moment longer, trying to memorize your flustered and amused reaction before he dedicated his attention to the curry again. There was something so infinitely soft and comforting of coming home to finding you waiting for him. Sure, the food was nice, but it was only meaningful because you had made it for him. Because you had turned on the kotatsu and the AC to warm up the flat. Because you had welcomed him home.

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elizais · 3 months

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midnight blues

dazai x fem!reader angsty, then fluffy warnings: dazai's scars @cafekitsune 4 the divider!!

the whole day had gone by normally, waking up, work, coming home, and going to bed with all the special stuff in between. osamu came to bed with you and insisted on holding very tightly on you to fall asleep.

you fell asleep before him. your head rested on top of his, his bandaged body engulfed around yours. or so you thought. waking up to his side of the bed empty, you immediately got up.

his phone was on his bedside table, and you saw a light coming from the hallway. rubbing your eyes, you saw the bathroom door open halfway. your handsome boyfriend was in his navy blue tank top that you adored.

but something was different. you had seen his scars a handful of times before, never pushing him to show you. you were used to tracing over them mindlessly, pressing kisses to them, seeing how they blend in with his moles..

osamu hadn't spotted you yet. you saw his watery eyes and then saw the bandages that usually covered his left arm were off. fallen to the floor.

squinting to try and look through the blur, your makeup bag was open and he had taken out your concealer and a beauty blender. your heart broke into a million pieces.

he was so focused on covering the scars he didn't see you behind him in the mirror. he was trying his best to figure out how to use your makeup, you saw how sparingly he was using it too.

"..'samu?" you whispered, gently stroking his bandaged shoulder, not wanting to startle the tender skin on the other arm. his bloodshot eyes met your sleepy ones and he opened his mouth to speak.

not a single word came out.

"oh.. osamu." you spoke softly as you cupped his cheek. you had only seen him cry a number of times so little you could count on one hand. you were glad the number was so low, you hated seeing him upset. on the other hand, he trusted you enough with his emotions.

"i just.. wanted to see what i would look like without them. i couldn't sleep. i'm sorry." he slowly spoke, head hanging low.

"do not apologise. i don't mind you using this if that is what you want to do." you gestured to your concealer, sitting on the counter in front of him. "do you want my help? you can't sleep with it on though."

he nodded his head, holding his hand out as you carefully covered his scars. "your scars don't have to be a bad thing, i love all of you." you reassured, only helping him with this because he was clearly overcome by emotion.

you made sure to kiss each scar before you covered it up.

once the arm was done, you gave him a small kiss. he couldn't stop looking at his arm, the arm that had been scarred since before he could remember.

screwing the top of the concealer back on and placing it on the countertop next to you, he is staring at you with complete admiration. "why don't you ever push me to take off my bandages? you've barely ever seen my bare skin." he asks softly.

"because we all have reasons for everything we do. if i ask you to take off your bandages, that is forcefully tearing down one of your barriers that doesn't have to be taken down."

he sighs, your response fitting your always kind nature. his hand covered in makeup moves to take off his bandages on his neck and other arm. "do you want me to do the rest?" you asked, thinking that is what he was getting at.

he shakes his head, fluffy hair following suit. he is showing you his scars. a jungle of purples and pinks, some slashes and some circular. your heart broke as more seemed to appear each time you blinked.

you didn't cry though. you didn't think of crying.

was it upsetting? yes. but this was osamu. and every part of osamu is a part you have devoted yourself to loving. just like he has done for you.

"some of them don't upset me." he mutters, staring at his forearm.

"hm?" you question, only staring at his face.

"this one has a funny story." he laughed solemnly, slowly feeling better. "you will like the story." he began.

"i had an awful day, chuuya was getting on my nerves.. hirotsu was mad at me.." he began to explain how awful the day was, making you question how the scar was funny to him.

"so i went to bar lupin with ango and odasaku.." he smiled to himself. "and we got so drunk we tested out which stool was the spinniest.. of course ango wasn't drinking but he had the same attitude as oda and i.." he laughed to himself, holding eye contact with you.

the pink scar was beginning to look like a fiction book, one found in an old library with soft laughter tied around it like a ribbon.

"and one of the stools ango tested was broken. he went flying across the room!" your boyfriend mimicked an explosion with his hands, "me and oda thought he was doing it on purpose so i tried.." he began to giggle as if a schoolgirl.

"i flew into an empty table, a piece of glass cutting me. hurt like hell getting stitches but what makes it better is oda thought i was joking too.." he smiled as you began to laugh uncontrollably, happy his scars have some good memories attached to them. you knew how the rest of the story went afterwards.

"oda went flying too, but into the bar cat's corner and spooked the cat. got scratched up crazy bad, can't blame the cat though." he was wiping tears from his eyes as he reminisced.

he pulled you into a hug and whispered many thank yous into your hair, wiping off the makeup on his arm. telling many more stupid stories throughout the night.

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piichuu · 5 months

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♡ NEW HAIRDRESSER - OSAMU DAZAI

WARNINGS: not proofread, fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 528

DECEMBER DRABBLES

“baby, you’ve cut hair before, right?” dazai asks from the couch while you’re busy watering a bouquet of flowers you were given by the man himself a few weeks ago.

you look at him with a raised brow and shrug your shoulders. “well, i’ve cut my friend’s hair once, but i didn’t really cut much. why?” you can already guess what it is he’s about to ask, but you can’t help but feel curious as to why he would want you to cut his hair instead of a real hairdresser.

“my hair is getting so long, and i wanna be with you. so maybe you could help me cut it?” those puppy eyes he flashes your way aren’t needed in the first place, but it only makes your yes clearer. “okay, but we’ll have to go to the bathroom for that.”

dazai nods and gets up from the couch to quickly grab your hand and pull you towards the bathroom. his eyes are sparkling as he sits on the toilet lid and you can’t help but giggle at his excited state. “i’ll go grab a chair for you instead,” you speak, placing a quick kiss to his head before leaving a room and getting a chair.

you place it in the middle of the room and dazai sits down on it without a word, watching as you begin to search for a scissor to cut his hair. “it’s not my fault if you get an ugly haircut, okay? you asked for this,” you say and the man in front of you nods.

he keeps a smile on his face as you begin cutting small strands of his hair so it will no longer be in the way of his eyes. dazai can’t help but look up at you, but you continue to tell him that he needs to look straight forward so you can cut it better.

“just don’t cut it too short, want you to be able to play with my hair still,” he mumbles, causing you to giggle quietly before leaning down to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “i won’t, i’ll just cut it so it isn’t in the way for your eyes.”

you hold his head still while few pieces of hair land on the floor and it doesn’t take long until you’re done, ruffling his hair slightly. “all done, you can look at yourself in the mirror. it isn’t too much of a change though.”

dazai gets up from the chair and goes to stand by the mirror, inspecting his new haircut you’ve given him. “thank you baby! you’re the best hair cutter,” he’s quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close to his chest. his lips meet the top of your head before he cups your face in his hands and kisses your lips. “you’ll help me clean up the hair, you know,” you say.

your boyfriend whines and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck but eventually gives in, going to grab the trash can where you can throw all the hair. “but when we’ve cleaned up, we’ll cuddle, right?” “yes dazai, we’ll cuddle.”

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yanasyin · 2 months

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the creak of the faded brown apartment door was the only indication you got that Osamu was home. "Darling, you there?" You padded over from the living room and greeted him by burying your face in his coat. "You said you'd come home early today" you knew you sounded whiny, but finding ways to spend time with this man was a feat in and of itself. Looking up at him, his eyebags, and pale(-er than usual) skin, he looked dead on his feet. You began to tug him towards your shared bedroom "Come on, 'Samu lay down for a minute." the unspoken with me, got him moving, albeit sluggishly. When you both were finally alone under the comforting press of the duvet, he held you. Softly, and gently, as if you'd shatter with a touch. There were so many sides to him, you sometimes wondered if you'd ever discover them all, but this one, the one where he was vulnerable, and tired, and peaceful, with you would always be your favorite. He rubbed soothing shapes onto the small of your back, while pressing featherlight kisses onto your cheeks. In his arms, with his chin pressing into your hair, chest-to-chest, you dreamed.

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fairy-writes · 2 months

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anyone interested with a time traveler!dazai and time traveler!reader??

because i have IDEAS 👀

(i’m watching doctor who clips if anyone can tell)

#dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu x you #dazai osamu x y/n #osamu dazai x reader #osamu dazai x you #osamu dazai x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n

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cheriiyaya · 7 days

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- I LIKE THE WAY YOU KISS ME !

Dazai knows he's a pretty boy, flaunting his looks and gaining the attention of everyone around him with nothing but a handsome face and a smooth, charming tongue. He also knows he drives you crazy.

just a few flirtatious glances and sly remarks thrown your way has you fisting your palms in your lap and your throat tightening and dazai knows this so well, he thinks your adorable like that.

He likes to use it to his advantage.

"hm? you seem to be a little warmer than usual dear...are you sick?" dazai hummed, nimble fingers running through your hair as you curled up nice and pretty on his lap while you two watched a movie. Although it was hard to when your bastard of a boyfriend made you hyper aware of him- an arm looped around your waist and his thumb rubbing circles on your hip, occasionally dipping lower to brush your thigh. his warm breath, tickling the back of your ear and neck, and those pretty lips of his that brushed up against your jaw whenever he moved even a bit had heat rushing up your neck and blooming on your cheeks.

You knew he could feel your rushing pulse- how could he not, when he was so close to the delicate, fluttering skin?- and you knew damn well that he knew what he was doing, dazai just wanted to watch you melt in his arms.

and it was working, dammit.

"I'm fine, osamu." you managed out, throat constricting around the words as you forced them out. dazai merely smirked and hummed, eyes set on the movie in front of you. you tried to focus on it but his touch, his scent, everything about dazai threw you off course.

"really? are you suuuure? I'm pretty sure atsushi was a little unwell yesterday, did you catch something from him?" he smirked, leaning his cheek against the side of your neck, "accidentally" dragging his lips down your jaw that made you shift in his lap. "wouldn't want ya to get sick, now would we?"

you didn't even need to look at him to see that stupid, shit-eating grin and that glint in those melting golden hues of his irises that make you weak in the knees. you knew he was looking for a reaction and you think one day you'll die because of this man.

"I'm not sick..." you mumble, swallowing thickly as dazai's thumb presses harder into your hipbone.

"are you sureeee?" he tilted your head towards him, breath blowing across your lips as his eyes stared into yours, lips tilted up and god did you want him to kiss you. "can't have you getting sick bella', can we?"

the thing that pushed you over the edge from his taunts was how his voice went a little lower, a lilt to his voice that had your spine shivering and brain a little fuzzy.

you stared at him wide eyed and blankly, too flustered to say much. you stammered out a few words that you couldn't register saying and suddenly dazai's kissing you, sucking the breath from your lungs as he tilts your head back to deepen the kiss. it was an awkward angle, head turned ungracefully to face him but you didn't care- how could you when you could taste his lips on yours?

after a moment dazai pulled back, took a breath and kissed you short and sweet. he held your face in his palm, thumb rubbing the corner of your lips as he smiled at you with warmth in his eyes.

"how was that? or is there nothing in that pretty little head of yours, hm?" dazai giggled, pressing his lips to your temple. you blinked once or twice and looked up at him, cheeks burning.

"god, shut up...you're insufferable!!" the movie had buzzed out in the background, neither of you paying attention. dazai simply laughed and nuzzled his face against your neck, squeezing you closer to him and pressing a quick kiss to your racing pulse.

he whispered, voice muffled against your neck.

"sorry, couldn't help myself darling."

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#☾⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝕽𝖊𝖉'𝖘 𝕽𝖚𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾#A kiss for love―୨୧⋆ ˚#bungou stray dogsi #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai x gn!reader #osamu dazai x y/n #osamu dazai x reader #osamu dazai bsd #osamu dazai x you #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs #bsd #dazai bsd

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heytherelysia · 1 year

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dazai w/ a quiet + stern reader

hi so i have no idea what's up in the recent s4 bsd and im so eepy to start watching it but i love goosamu w all my heart. tried to not make this as self-insert-y as much as possible. format is very messy as it shifts to bulleted to non-bulleted.

gn reader, established relationship, semi-proofread and kinda horrible grammar, pretty tame mention of double suicide, very cheesy fluff, potentially ooc dazai.

he is the definition of what a menace is.

several papers that are scattered on the table, in need of your review and signature. in the midst of inking the papers, a finger twirls the side of your hair, and so you realize that the papers are not the only thing that acquires your attention.

you glance at the man next to you, a singular hand cups his face, twirling your hair as he kicks his feet, mimicking a lovesick schoolgirl. although, he isn't bothering you as much as he usually does. you return to your duties and he hums a song, possibly another improvised double suicide song.

osamu makes up the absence of speech you speak, he is the first to ask you how your day was when you come home. despite that you do not speak until necessary, it does not bother him. he loves hearing your voice, even if it's coming from your usual one-to-two word sentences.

your eyes and mind are occupied to the laptop before you, checking for requests that are in need of the detective's attention, but it appears that none of them are worth the agency's help, so you snap to the pile of papers next to the device.

you were accustomed to the sight of stacked papers as you rarely attend missions in the agency unless the situation is dire, that was the nature of your job as a detective. nevertheless, the agency is home to you, even with the rapscallions that also reside in the agency. one of them was near and dear to your heart.

the front door of the office was kicked by a loud 'bang!', so you hold your thought and looked up from that papers.

"good morning belladonaaaa ♡" you look at him with your eyes half closed as he approached your seat.

"...you're late, were you floating by the river again?"

"oh come on! don't be like that!" as if he was a child, he pouts and look to the side. now that he's much closer to you, your eyes instinctively snap to his other hand that's hidden on his back.

you give him a look of curiosity, "what's that behind you?" osamu snaps back to reality, he looks at you and the hidden item gripped in his hands, then he giggles. "...we're not exactly alike but... i'm thankful that we clicked and let alone that you wanted to be with me. i hope you would at least accept this as my immense thanks for you."

despite the fact that you have been dating the man for a long time now, dazai is an enigma to you. even when he has opened up to you regarding his past and suicidal nature, you feel as if you don't know everything about him, but it was never to the point that you think he is dangerous.

the subtle smile that appears on his face as he slowly gives you a bouquet of flowers made you think so.

you are only now able to notice that flowers aren't the only thing containing the bouquet now that you're actually holding it. "my favorite foods? ...you remember?"

"of course" he chuckles, "the way to their heart is through their stomach, don't you agree?"

...

the two of you found the agency members peeking through the door, literally stacked upon each other. they ran off when the both of you acknowledged their presence.

as his superior and partner, you constantly have to tame him even if it means he'll sit still for just a minute.

you suffer the same fate as kunikida and chuuya in having to deal with him, you can't tell if his continuous chatter makes your ears ring or if it's music to your ears.

literally the "talks a lot x listens" dynamic. he babbles all the words and you politely listen. dazai needs a listener anyways.

he invites you to go with him in his adventure to find the best way to go to the next life during your breaks. in some cases that you agree, you're just by the side reading a book, like a parent who is helping their child on the swing.

...

writing this made me realize that i'm horrible at writing dialogues and way better in writing descriptions.

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sillyd0ve · 22 days

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I love thinking about angsty make-up sex with dazai.

both of you still have that knot on your throats, eyes red and puffy after crying in silence, far from the other.

dazai who grips you a bit too hard, leaving marks of his nails on your skin. so afraid of letting you go.

he can't even bear to look at your glistening eyes — he knows you're holding back your tears, he knows you're holding the sobs and turning them into low whines each time his hips slam against yours. he wishes he could be slamming his head against a hard concrete wall instead.

his body feels so good, while his mind is a complete and utter mess.

dazai doesn't feel like he deserves you, he only ruins you, he only makes your life unbearable, he's only a burden—

until he hears that soft voice of yours again, cracking slightly when you cup his face as desperately as he's holding you.

and when your lips slam against his bitten and bloody ones, and when tears finally escape from your eyelids, he knows you're sticking with his useless being at least for a little longer.

and that's when he cums, kissing you messily, holding you close with absurd force, sharing tears and saliva, moans and sobs.

god. how his heart beats faster and faster the longer you keep kissing him, keeping your legs apart, allowing his hips to keep thrusting his seed deep inside you.

after that, he spends his time lying on your chest —looking away from your face— letting tears run from his eyelids and onto your skin as you rub his scalp.

dazai won't say a word about the fact that he's crying, and he knows you won't either.

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osaemu · 5 months

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LISTENNN sadistic!dazai aftercare :(( kinda like a part two to blood sex and tears if that's alright 🥺 I wanna know if he'd still be mean and cruel or if he dotes on his doll after :)

.ೃ࿐ AFTERCARE + SADISTIC!DAZAI

contents: fem!reader. part one here. subtle temperature + breath play. dubcon at the end. i had more to say but i got so tired...

dazai can't resist admiring all the marks and bruises littering your body once he's done with you. he can't help it—you just look so perfect to him, all marked-up like that. the second he's done railing the fuck out of you, he can't take his eyes off of you.

"what is it, 'samu?" you breathe, closing your eyes and leaning into his embrace. every instinct in your body urges you to get away from the man who spent the last couple hours breaking you, but you're so sore that you can't bring yourself to leave. and his chest is so warm anyways, so why bother?

you open one of your eyes and look at dazai hazily. he reaches out and traces the side of your face with his hand and leaves a line of red where his fingertips meet your bare skin. "nothing," he murmurs, a tender smile dancing along his lips. "you look so beautiful like this, darling," dazai whispers, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. he lingers long enough for you to gasp for air afterwards, to his amusement.

dazai sits up and says something about cleaning up before exiting the room, leaving you to tend to your own bruises for a couple minutes. they're starting to go a shade darker than you remember, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you make a mental note to call in sick to your work tomorrow.

a few minutes later, dazai returns, a damp towel in one hand and a glass of water in the other. he offers you a gentle smile before sitting down and pulling you into his lap. "you did so good for me, sweetheart," he praises, kissing the top of your head. dazai pulls your chin up towards him and presses the glass of water to your slightly swollen lips, murmuring words of encouragement as you wince.

"you're so tense," dazai tsks, setting down the glass. he fishes out an ice cube and trails it down your back, grinning when you flinch from the stark chilliness. "what, can't handle the cold?" he cooes, popping the ice cube in his mouth and biting down with a distinct crunch.

he starts rubbing the damp towel over your skin, cleansing you of the droplets of blood scattered across your figure. "so," dazai continues, trailing his fingers over your skin, "how was it?"

"h-huh?" you mumble, caught off-guard by the seemingly simple question. dazai chuckles and draws a star with his finger around the bruise on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to it afterwards.

"i mean, how are you feeling?" he elaborates, a lazy smile dancing across his lips.

"oh, i'm... okay," you breathe, nodding along to his words.

"that's it? just okay?" he inquires, and you can feel his eyes burning into the back of your head. "aw, looks like we're gonna have to go for another round if you're just okay, sweetheart."

"wait, i—"

"don't bother, i was looking for a reason to go for one more round. c'mon, spread those pretty legs for me, baby. you can do it ..."

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Bad idea right?

pairing: osamu dazai x fem!reader

word count: 800 words

warning: mention of alcohol, slightly suggestive

mdni please!!

notes: oh wow first time writing here since 2020 lmaoo kinda nervous to come back with my most suggestive piece and about an anime character but here we are .... truly hope you'll enjoy this, dont hesitate to like and reblog!

Osamu Dazai was an enigma to everyone.

Once upon a time you thought had it figured out, that you held the key to every wink and every twisted smile he had, that you knew the part of him that was kept under the bandages. After all, he was the one with the key to your bedroom and heart. You’d stopped counting the sleepless nights spent in missions where your back arched off the bed with a broken moan as you came under his touch.

But then he left one day. It was so sudden, before that there was you and him, the legendary duo of the port mafia and all that stayed after he left was a burned car and rage. You felt foolish, why did you think he’d never left you with a broken heart?

Time passed, two years to be precise. Now other people shared your bed, never for too long, the feeling of their lips on your neck could never equate the one that Osamu left in his wake. Now you told yourself that you were over him, you stopped chasing his shadow in every public place of Yokohama. Now you felt like you could try to find yourself again.

If that was the case, then why did you react that way when you heard that you’d have to work with him again?

Osamu Dazai wanted to be an enigma for everyone.

But you. He’d remember all too well his time at the port mafia and you, the one who haunted all of his sleepless night. Sure, he’d tried to forget about you every time he drowned in the countless bottles of whisky that littered his floor, every time he invited a woman back to his place. But your face kept coming back to him, maybe it was because he was too drunk to ignore the hole that filled his chest with regrets or maybe it was because the woman, he invited looked like you … What could he say, he had a type.

And he had foolishly thrown away his hopes to be with you, to touch you like he used, to feel you like he needed it. And to be honest, he was getting more and more tired of denying he needed you.

So, when he heard that he’d get to work with you for the agency’s sake… he was more than pleased.

You were a weak woman, all that you needed was his mouth saying your name before you turned weak in the knees. Could you be blamed though? He did really look good in that new outfit of his.

“Did you miss me?” he whispered softly as he gently kissed your neck, he still knew the spots that made you react like he wanted you to. A mischievous grin spreading on his lips as he heard your sighs under his bites and kisses. Oh, how he was enjoying this little reunion… Osamu had missed teasing you during those moments…

What was supposed to be a work meeting had quickly escalated in something else as alcohol glasses were shared, easing the resentment you had over him and accentuating just how much you two had missed each other. Truth to be told, neither you nor him could truly say who had kissed the other first. But it didn’t matter now.

Not when he had his head in between your thighs and you were tugging on his hair, begging for him to keep going, to stop teasing you like he always did. Of course, he was enjoying this, it was the game you always played together: him riling you up the best way he could and then pretending he was an angel. Osamu always had that bit of sadism in him.

Osamu was a weak man, but only when it came to you.

When he saw you sleeping there, half naked as the sheets did little to cover up your breasts and the marks, he left there the night before, something in him shifted. And so, unlike usual, he stayed. If it had been another woman, he would’ve left already, slipping out of bed as if nothing happened. But it was you. The only one who saw what scars he kept hidden under his bandages, the only one who could make this heart of his a home.

Weirdly enough, he heard Odasaku’s voice in the back of his head, pleading for him to live and be happy, would he approve of him staying in bed this morning? Osamu thought he would. And with that thought he closed again his eyes, going back to sleep against you.

Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe this was a mistake… Whatever you’ll both pay for it in the morning, for now it was worth it.

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