#pm!dazai

[kentopedia]

˚☽˚｡⋆ shining like gunmetal

dazai x f!reader, 3.0k words

summary — dazai comes home late, covered in someone's blood

contents — pm reader & pm boss dazai, references to violence / torture lol, sfw !!, the plot is basically cleaning blood off dazai

notes — i thought this would help me get pm dazai out of my system, but i fear i may have to write another nsfw piece for that

Each turn of the clock became longer and longer as you watched the seconds tick down, signaling that another minute had passed. The sun had long since set; your dining room was illuminated only by candles, creating a romantic ambiance throughout the penthouse.

Across from you, an empty seat sat, its usual inhabitant absent. An array of food scattered across the table, far too much for just one person to eat. Perhaps, even, there would be leftovers for days after.

Your housekeeper, Izumi, set the last plate of hot food on the table, her eyes nervous as she flitted back to you, then to the spot where Dazai usually sat. While her usual duties did not include cooking, you’d recruited her that evening, hopeful that she could help you prepare all of Dazai’s favorite dishes. 

You'd just wanted to do something special for your beloved, and he wasn’t even there to enjoy it. 

Steam lingered on each of the platters, but it was quickly wafting away, evaporating into the cool air of the Yokohama evening. All of your hard work over the past few hours would seem insignificant if the Port Mafia's boss didn’t return before the meal cooled completely. 

You drummed your fingers against the table, trying hard not to give in to your annoyance. 

“He’s late.” You spoke the words to no one in particular, an observation that anyone could discern with their own two eyes. 

Still, you kept your gaze harsh on the empty seat, as if willing Dazai to materialize from thin air. 

The comment still seemed to shake Izumi from a trance, even if it had been nothing more than the obvious. She twisted her fingers together, flattening her top farther over her waist band. Although she was one of the only people in the mafia that saw the softer side of Dazai, the one he reserved just for you, she was still overwhelmingly intimidated by him. 

“I’m sorry, miss,” she said, even though you always reminded her that it was fine to address you by your name. “I can take it back into the kitchen and—”

You stopped her with a sigh, shaking your head before letting it drop into your hands. “No need. I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” you assured her, but it was already ten minutes past seven—the hour that Dazai had said he’d be back for dinner. 

Usually, you wouldn’t have minded. You knew that Dazai was busy, that the tasks piled onto him were unending and overwhelming. Even though you hated seeing him overwork himself, it was always alright. He never took his stress out on you and always showered you with affection upon his return from a long day. 

Tonight, though, he’d promised that he’d be there, right on time, for dinner. You agreed upon that hour beforehand, and he still hadn’t showed. 

Izumi looked at your disappointed expression, knowing how much the small moments with Dazai meant to you. You never doubted that you were the most important person in his life, and you never would. 

Despite that steadfast belief, you still ached when his work began to cut in on his time with you. 

“Give him a couple more minutes,” Izumi said, smiling as she squeezed your arm gently. She was just a few years older than you, but there was a motherly glint to her eyes when she regarded you, her affection just barely veiled. 

Over the past few years, you’d persuaded her to see you as more than just her employer, at the very least. There would always been a thin shield of professionalism between you, but now, you considered her something of a friend. 

You dispelled all your irritation on a steady exhale and did as she suggested, waiting five more minutes. The heat began to dissipate from the cooling food, the plates and bowls no longer hot to the touch. 

The time reached 7:15. Izumi returned from the kitchen again with a frown, wiping her hands on a cloth. “Is there anything you’d like me to do?” She asked, sympathetic to your spoiled night, her usually bright eyes dimming. 

You stood, the chair screeching as you pushed it away. Though it seemed like such a small issue compared to all the other dilemmas you’d faced with Dazai, the burning desire of tears began to make its way up your throat.

You shook your head, standing taller, trying to remind yourself that someone proud enough to stand next to Dazai wouldn’t cry about something so inconsequential.  

“I’ll take it to my room, if you don’t mind,” you said, and Izumi nodded, smiling at you, softly, but without the pity that she knew you hated. 

She made her way to your seat, to gather up a plate to bring to you in a moment. Though, she didn’t get far in her task, and you didn’t make it out of the room. Seconds later, Dazai was pushing open the door, his footsteps sharp in the otherwise quiet hall. 

You looked up at him, frowning, a complaint already parting your lips as you assessed his appearance. 

Dazai’s shirt was undone, his hair a mess, stands stuck to his forehead, creasing at unusual ends. He was covered in blood from head to toe, the deep color staining his crisp white top. It had splattered against his cheek, his suit, even on his shoes, creating an intimidating vision of gore. The bandages around his wrists had loosened, soaked a muddy brown from the oxidation. Dazai’s tie had also been discarded, the dark silk peeking out of his pocket. 

Despite the violence of his appearance, his eyes were soft as he headed to you, unbothered by anything else in the room. “I’m so sorry I’m late, my love,” he apologized profusely, his voice low and gentle, eyes crestfallen in a way that had you forgiving him on the spot.

Still, you pinned him with your gaze, letting him feel every second of those fifteen minutes you'd believed that he’d forgotten his promise. The distance between you felt cold, even when there was hardly any of it between you.

“You told me you’d be here,” you said with a frown. The food had continued to cool. All you’d wanted was to give him an ounce of kindness in his world of endless hurt.

“I know.” Bloodied, delicate fingers were on your elbow, barely grazing your skin as he attempted to ease you into him. “I really am sorry. I got caught up with something.”

You were no stranger to his definition of something.

Dazai began to lean in, hopeful that he could erase your worries with a kiss, but you held an arm out, keeping him away.

“Don’t kiss me with blood on your face,” you said, the bite only reaching the end of your sentence, even if it didn’t fully reflect your emotions. A desperate desire to be near him battled every move you made. 

“It was an apology kiss.” Dazai's bottom lip curled into a pout. 

You refused to be swayed by the vulnerability in his wide brown eyes. “I don’t want it.”

He glowered for a moment longer, trying to topple your pride. When he got nowhere, he gestured towards your seat, hoping you'd take your place once more.

“Fine,” he said dramatically. "I’ll pretend that didn’t hurt my feelings.” 

You wrinkled your brow, displeased by the insinuation that you would carry on as normal. 

Wearily, Dazai leaned against the chair, and waited. When you did nothing, he pushed it back in, eyeing you skeptically. “Do you not want to eat anymore?” He asked, frowning. It seemed he was not upset, but unsure of where you stood on the matter.

You made a face. “I can’t sit across the table from you and have a cheerful dinner conversation while you’ve got someone else’s blood coating your entire body.” 

Dazai looked down, as if only realizing for the first time that he was stained ruby red. “The food will get cold, darling.” 

“You should’ve been on time, then.” It came out more clipped than you meant it to, and Dazai just stared back, his expression terse as you communicated silently. 

Izumi, finally, made her presence known as she cleared her throat, directing both of your attentions back to her. “I can warm it,” she said, darting her eyes away when Dazai’s piercing gaze reached her. “If you’d like.” 

Dazai began to object, but you spoke over him, knowing his abrasive words would only upset her. Instead, you laced your fingers with his to drag him out of the dining room. “Thank you, Izumi. We’ll only be a minute.” 

You shuttled him into the bathroom, and Dazai remained uncharacteristically quiet, gauging your mood as you shut the door behind the two of you.

“Sit,” you said, perching him at the edge of the sink. Dazai blinked, but said nothing. His long legs stretched against the cabinets, feet reaching the floor, even as he rested his weight on the countertop.

You maneuvered around the bathroom, opening cabinets and shutting drawers, feeling Dazai's watchful eyes on you.

“You look beautiful,” he said, smiling, allowing his infatuation to consume him completely, now that you were alone. “As always. That dress looks particularly stunning on you, though. You should wear it more often.” He tried to lure you in by the waist, but you dodged him once more, letting him huff in annoyance. 

"Thank you," you said, barely above a whisper, and left him sitting in the bathroom alone.

Hastily, you returned to your bedroom, rummaging through his closet for a clean top. Though he had so many of the same styles, you settled on a silk, black button-up, one that would pair nicely with your own evening gown.

When you returned, Dazai was leaning against the mirror, eyes closed, the dirtied and discarded bandages ripped from his face.

Over the past few weeks, his hair had grown longer, curling around his jaw and over his eyebrows, thick and tangled from whatever damage he’d inflicted before coming home to you.

Yet, you softened at the sight of him so open, wishing you could take even an ounce of that stress off his shoulders. 

As he breathed, evenly and slowly, you ran a washcloth under the water, warming it. You could feel Dazai’s eyes on you as you hummed, busying yourself with the task at hand.

“I can’t tell if you’re actually mad at me or not,” he said, and though he forced out a laugh, the concern in his eyes was more real than he wanted you to believe. “I really am sorry.”

It was almost amusing that this was the man everyone in the city feared. When people looked at Dazai, it was never with affection, never with the deepest humanity within your own heart. Even when he’d always had so much love to give, just nowhere to put it until he'd met you.

Perhaps, in another universe, life had been kinder to him. 

You exhaled and relaxed, offering him the smallest of smiles. The wash cloth foamed with soap as you poured it, a fresh aroma of honey and vanilla fusing into the space between you. 

“I’m not mad, Osamu,” you said, and he visibly relaxed, hooking his ankles around yours while you stood between his thighs. “I was more disappointed than anything. I hate missing out on time with you.” You frowned and brushed the hair off his forehead, tucking longer strands behind his ears. “Will you take a break every once in a while?” 

Dazai melted under your soft touch, preening with a cheeky grin. “Of course I will.” He brushed his thumb over your cheeks, dark eyelashes fanning the sharp bones of his face as he stared, astonished by your care. “I’ve been busy this week, and I apologize. Just say the word, and I’m yours for a day, a week, a month.” He exhaled, unsteadily. “All you have to do is ask.” 

You smiled, and though you wouldn't ask for so much time with him, not when things were so hectic with the mafia, it was nice to know that you could.

Slowly, you ran the cloth over the splattered blood, wiping it off inch by inch. His skin tone returned to normal, the deep red stain erasing. 

“What happened this time?”

Dazai sighed, dropping his chin to his chest, releasing every ounce of cruelty from his being. It was so hard to reconcile the two sides of him. He was sweet to you, caring and gentle. But you’d seen him when he was out of your embrace, faced with an enemy, a subordinate that hadn’t followed rules. He so swiftly morphed into someone that was cruel, merciless, offering them a smile only in mockery. 

“Some idiot was leaking information to another group,” Dazai said, tracing patterns on your hips. “If he would’ve been smart, he would’ve realized he never had access to anything of substance. I don’t know why risking his position with us was worth some extra pocket money.”

You frowned. “It took you this long to figure out his plans?” It seemed impossible that anyone could have something to hold over Dazai.

He laughed darkly, no humor within in. “I had a few eyes on him, but I was waiting for some definitive proof. He’s been here for quite a while, and he questioned why he never promoted.”

Dazai rolled his eyes, never understanding how people could be so foolish, could let emotions rule their decisions over logic. 

You nodded, understanding as you wiped his lips clean, erasing all traces of blood from his pores. Once his skin was fresh, he leaned forward, capturing you in a kiss that nearly had you dropping the cloth back into the sink. 

Dazai pulled away, smoothly, even when you had been left breathless. “Don’t worry about it, my love.”

“The mafia is important to me too." You scrunched your features. “If something’s going on, I want to know.”

Dazai smiled lazily, leaning back onto the counter, the picture of nonchalance. “If I really thought it was worth getting worked up about, I’d tell you.” He curled a piece of your hair around his finger, playing with it idly. “Why? You think I don’t trust my favorite girl?” 

You stiffened, defensive, before releasing your shoulders once more, dropping your gaze to his chest. Slowly, you began to undo the buttons of his top, the threads so stained that it was beyond repair. “I don’t know, Osamu. You keep so many secrets. Sometimes I’m not sure.” 

Dazai was quiet, eyebrows raised as he assessed you. When you reached the fourth button of his top, he grabbed your wrist, forcing your attention back to him.

“I don’t keep secrets from you, sweetheart.” He tugged you closer, curling the other arm around your back, skirting between your shoulder blades. Dazai dipped his head, tenderly kissing your fragile collarbone, the touch so airy that it sent your heart racing. “You’re the only person I really trust. If I thought you actually wanted to know every gory detail about the torment I inflicted, then I’d tell you.” 

You breathed in, closing your eyes to steady yourself. It didn’t take much for Dazai to remind you of every reason you’d ever loved him.

“I don’t care about that,” you said as Dazai rested his forehead against your own, keeping his eyes on yours’ even when your gaze was pinned to his chest. He released his soft grip to let you continue your task, and you were swallowing, onto the fifth button. “It was just a passing comment.” 

“Maybe so, but I don’t ever want you to think that I’m hiding things from you,” he said, fiercely.

You shrugged. “I would understand if there were things you couldn’t tell me. It doesn’t upset me.” When the shirt finally became undone completely, you slid it off Dazai’s shoulders, wadding it up into a ball to discard. 

He straightened, replacing the dirtied white top with the darker, softer one. “I can tell you whatever I want.” He scoffed, sliding the black buttons through the holes. “I’m the boss.”

“I just assumed the boss would have highly classified information that had to be contained to a select group of individuals.” 

Dazai made a face at you, like your statement was completely ridiculous. He stood to his full height, tilting your chin up towards him with one long, slender finger.

“Well then, someone should’ve told you that the boss’s wife is never excluded from that group." Dazai smiled at the flush on your cheeks when you allowed yourself to indulge in his touch. “You are my equal. There is nothing in this world that’s more important to me than you. Nothing of mine that doesn’t belong to you as well.” 

Sometimes, you felt undeserving of his affection. It was hard to believe that the man who owned half the city would hand that power over to you willingly, if only you asked.

Though, that grain of doubt lingered in your mind was poison, and you would fight it for as long as Dazai loved you truly. Instead, you smiled, cupping his cheek before standing on your tiptoes to kiss his forehead. “Forgive me if I forget from time to time.” 

Dazai laughed and shook off your grip so he could sling an arm around your shoulder. He was still wearing the dirtied pants, but the blood had dried, and your stomach longed for the meal that you knew was waiting for you. You could let it slide, if only this one time.

“I’ll try to remind you more often,” he said, lips grazing your temple. “I really am sorry I was late for dinner, angel. It won't happen again.” 

You laced your hand with his own free one. The touch was backwards and awkward, your palm cupping the back of his knuckles. You just needed to be closer to him, to feel the touch of his warm skin and know that, for now, his time was only your own.

With a honeyed look, you whispered the words close to his ear, slow and seductive. “I’m sure you can find a way to make it up to me.”

#bsd x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x reader #bsd x you #dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x you #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai osamu x y/n #bsd x y/n #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #dazai imagines #osamu dazai imagines #dazai osamu x you #dazai x fem reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #pm!dazai #dazai fluff #dazai angst #bsd imagines #bsd fanfic #rylie writes ₊˚🎧 #my love osamu ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[luvfy0dor]

Hi there! First of all I wanna say that I like your writing very much and that you're doing a good job! Thanks you for your hard work!

My requets/scenario is something about the reader (GN or fem.) who is sick/ feverish and due to that dehydrated and refused to take her meds. So the BSD boys (already fed up with your whining about feeling sick and annoyed and they just want to help you feel better blahblahblah...) take the pills and water into their owb mouth and kisstge reader to maje them take their pills. And maybe romantic feelings are already in the air yet no one had the balls to say something yet? And afterwards saying something like "Swallow" or "Come on, be good" to make th reader swallow?

If possible with Chuuya, PM Dazai ( i don't think one can piss ADA Dazai off SO much he'd act like this XD) and with someone else you could think of or like to write for.

Thank youuuu!

"C'mon, be good..." BSD x GN!Reader

╰┈➤ PM!Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor ༉‧₊˚✧

Description; PM/Beast!Dazai, Chuuya, and Fyodor with sick reader who just absolutely refuses to take meds.

Warnings; Maybe ooc in Dazais part? I've only read vol.1 of beast : (, cursing

A/N; I started writing this yesterday morning and I just got sick today (update it was just allergies it went away after a couple hours) what a coincidence!? Also tyssm for the compliment!! Ahh it means the world to me when y'all like my stuff!! ♡

Chuuya Nakahara ੈ✩‧₊˚

Chuuya is a busy man, and when you refuse to take your pills, you're only wasting the time that he sets aside for you by being difficult. He's gonna take care of you, and you're gonna like it too. (Who wouldn't?)

Scenario ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

"C'mon, I'm not gonna sit here and listen to your whining. It's just a pill, put it in your mouth and swallow it!" Chuuya exasperatedly says, flailing his arms as he talks. The bottle of pills makes a rattling sound in his hands as they move around. You just scoff, keeping your arms crossed in front of your chest.

"Maybe, but it feels so weird going down my throat and I don't like it!" You say, your voice groggy and your nose sniffly from your cold. Your eyes were half lidded as you frowned at Chuuya. "Oh, and you like being sniffly 'nd having a headache?" He says with a roll of the eyes, putting his hands on his hips.

You thought for a moment. No, ofcourse you didn't like this feeling, but you also really didn't like taking pills. Chuuya had even tried offering the liquid medicine, but you didn't want that either because the kind he had for you tasted bad. You slumped back into the couch you were sitting on, huddling the blanket up to your chest.

You sigh before shaking your head. "No, I don't." Chuuya nods. "So take the pills, here." He hands you water and the pills themselves. You stared them down for a moment. They looked utterly massive in your palm and you could already feel the fish oil-y substance sliding down your throat. You gagged, bringing your hand up to your mouth. You groan.

"For God's sake, are ya gonna take it or not?" He mumbles. "You know I don't wanna sit here and waste time arguing with your stupid ass." He says, pinching the bridge of his nose. You smiled, knowing he really didn't mean it. "Oh, or what? What if I don't take it?" Chuuya props his head up on his fist while glaring at you.

"Or else I'm gonna shove it down your throat and make you swallow it." He sighs, hearing you snicker a little. "Great wording, Chuuya. Well then, hurry up, I'm waiting." You raise your eyebrows playfully. He rubs his face with his hands exasperatedly. "You know I'm not being serious." He murmurs.

"Aw, why not?" You tilt your head teasingly. "Why do you want me to?" You averted your eyes, not having an answer. You shrugged.

"Dunno, it's just...a very you thing to do, so I'm just wondering what discouraged you." He sits up.

"Well, because you're my..." He thinks for a moment. "Really close friend, and I care about you 'nd stuff..." He says, very faintly blushing while averting his eyes. Had you not been around Chuuya so much, it would have gone completely unnoticed, but unfortunately for him, you had seen. And boy, were you gonna let him know.

"Aww, so you DO care! And here I thought you were just....angry." You tease. He scoffs. "C'mon, you're the very first to know that my temper isn't my only personality trait." He gets up from his seat, grabbing the pill and holding it up to your lips with one hand, water in the other. "Take it. Now." He says, looking into your eyes as he's bent down to your level while you lean back into the couch cushions.

"Chuuya, I told you I don't want to." He pushes the pill against your lips some more. "You clearly do, all day you've bitched and moaned about your headache, your temperature, your runny nose, and your sore throat. I'm done hearin' about it!" He glares at you. "C'mon and just take it, it'll be over before you know it."

You shake your head and turn it away from Chuuya, bringing the blanket up to guard your lips. He sighs, so fed up. You watch Chuuya take the pill into his own mouth, filling it with water before he roughly grabs your face and smashes his lips against yours. You're shocked, both by Chuuyas bold action, but also by the feeling of the pill in your mouth, slowly snaking down your throat as he pulls away.

"Ya swallowed it, right?" His face is a little softer now, but still seeming a little agitated. You nod. "Open up 'nd show me." You hesitate for a minute before opening your mouth. He inspects for a second before nodding. "Alright...Jesus, that was so hard for no reason." He runs his fingers through his hair, fanning himself with his hat. "It's so hot in here too...s'not just me, right? Why're you being so quiet?" He says, looking over at you as he pants a bit, his heart beating loudly in his chest. You just stare at him, a bit awestruck.

"Chuuya." Your fingers go up to softly brush over your lips. "You..just kissed me. What do you mean 'why're you so quiet'?" You say with a soft laugh, mocking his voice at the end of your sentence. His eyes widen, as if he were completely unaware of his actions. Instead of blushing or trying to excuse himself, all he did was shrug. "Well, I mean I know you're in love with me, it's real easy to see." He says, a grin creeping onto his face, making you blush.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever.." you laugh. Chuuya seemed pensive for a second, examining you while standing on the other side of the small room.

PM/Beast!Dazai Osamu ੈ✩‧₊˚

PM!Dazai is absolutely going to get this pill into your system, even if he has to shove it up your ass. Brotha is determined, and he's not gonna give up, so kissing you to get it down your throat was absolutely not off the table. As a matter of fact, it was probably one of his first choices...

Scenario ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

You hoist yourself up onto Dazais desk, shifting around and making yourself comfortable. The soft glow of the lamp illuminating the room, allowing you to observe smaller details, such as the marbled pattern in the floor tiles. After a few seconds, you hear the door open, the sound echoing in the relatively open space.

The fabric of your best friends black coat swayed behind him while he walked. You watched him approach the desk, a faint smile on his face. "Here, I brought you meds and water." He says, setting the pill bottles down on the hard wood surface. He notices the grimace on your face as you pick up the bottle and observe it. "Don't worry, they're the correct ones. I'm not trying to kill you." He says with a playful eyeroll.

You shake your head. "No, you're right, they're correct I just...ew, they're so...big." Dazai watches your facial expressions change intently as you study the pills. He sighs softly. "You'll live, these are prescribed to help people, not kill them. They'll go right down your throat, I promise." He says, sitting in one of his chairs, crossing one leg over the other.

"Well yeah but..." You say, sniffling. "There's nothing smaller...?" Dazai shakes his head. "Nope, that's all we got, so either take it or don't." He shrugs a little. You just give him a small glare. "If you chose not to take them, I don't wanna hear a single complaint from that big mouth you've got." Your friend says, twirling his finger a little as he passive aggressively points at you.

You just sigh and sip on the water her brought you. "Hey, that's supposed to be for taking that medicine." He says, his furrowed eyebrows really displaying his expression of annoyance. You continue sipping on the water until it's gone and completely empty. You can almost see steam coming out of his ears after that. He quickly gets up, walking over to the desk, and snatching the glass from the surface, angrily marching out.

You knew he'd be back, he has never angrily marched away from you for long. You just assumed he did it for dramatic effect at this point. A couple moments later, the doors swing open and Dazai walks in, his pace a little less aggressive but certainly faster. After closing the door, he walks up to you, shaking the pills out of the bottle until one was in his hands. He put the pill on his tongue before filling his mouth with water and roughly grabbing the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss.

You were caught FAR off guard. You had an inkling of a feeling that your feelings for your best friend were requited and not one sided as you previously thought, but now you were reassured. You leaned into the kiss, not even caring about the pill that was currently in your mouth. Dazai tilts your head back right before pulling away. "Swallow, got it?" He says firmly, his hand still placed on the back of your head. You nod right before swallowing the pill, suppressing a cough afterwards.

You deeply inhaled and exhaled seemingly desperately, almost gasping for air, considering your relatively sniffly nose. Once you caught your breath, the sound of your voice bouncing off the walls as you speak. "Good going, dumbass, now you're gonna get sick too..." You sniffle some more while blushing at the memory of Dazais action.

He just laughs for a moment, then shrugs. "Well, if I get sick I won't be a brat to you and refuse to take my pills, especially if you so kindly go out of your way to get them for me." You just scoff and roll your eyes. "Oh yeah, so far out of your way, fifty feet down the hallway is an utter journey, I'm sure." You reply back snarkily.

"Oh, it was." He says exaggeratedly. You just laugh a bit under your breath, examining the pill bottle again. "They better be miracle pills and cure you immediately after the struggle I put up to get them down your throat." He says, staring at you. "Well at least I know you care 'bout my safety." You give him a small smile, to which he reciprocates.

Fyodor Dostoevsky ੈ✩‧₊˚

Fyodor has so kindly offered to take care of you in your vulnerable moment of need, and he hoped you would be appreciative of that, but your unwillingness to take your pills does not really reassure his hope.

Scenario ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Sniffles. Sniffles were all the filled the room the two of you sat in, you curled up in a blanket and Fyodor reading a book on a couch on the other side of the room. Most of the time, he had kept his distance from you because of your insistence on keeping him in good health. "Ugh, this is so annoying." You whined, rolling around in your blanket, your body language displaying just how fed up with this whole cold you were. You can hear a sigh from Fyodor, as will as the sound of his book closing.

"Well, y/n, I offered you pills and you have continuously refused to take them." He says, his face blank as he crosses his legs and rests his book on his lap. You just let out a soft whine. "Well yeah but....those pills are nasty, they're so big, I'll throw up before I can even try to feel better." You mumble, exasperatedly rubbing your face, pulling a bit at your skin. You can feel Fyodor staring at you from afar.

"Then I suppose you're not going to feel better as quickly as you potentially could." He replies, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and re-opening his book. "Well yeah, but like...well, in my defense you weren't very forceful about it." You say, trying to justify your actions. His attention turns back to you again.

"Oh, did you want me to be? I figured I wouldn't be forceful or push it onto you because you're very close to me." He says, almost as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Your heart couldn't help but flutter the tiniest but, a small smile coming over your face. "Well, I'm definitely gonna be more likely to take them if you're a little more insistent." You mumble a bit, to which he sighs, setting his book down once more and grabbing the pill bottle. He makes his way back over to you, holding the pill up to your mouth.

"Go on." He says, waiting for you to take the pill into your mouth, but you just grimace at it. "Okay, maybe I'm just not gonna take them.." you say, gagging at the idea. Fyodor just shakes his head. "You have to. As much as I don't want to force you to, I want you to feel better and stop complaining." He says softly. His face matches his words, not a single sharp edge or expression to either. He was gentle. You groan at the pill some more, earning yet another sigh from him.

"Okay." He shakes his head before placing the pill on his tongue and taking some of the water into his mouth. "Hey, what're you-" you're cut off by Fyodor softly pulling you into a kiss, passing the water and pill from his mouth to yours. After it's completely in your mouth, he pulls away but tilts your head back by guiding your chin upwards with his pointer finger. "Swallow." He mutters, watching your flustered facial expressions. You swallow the pill and water with a 'gulp' and stutter over your words a bit before you can get them completely out.

"That was really your method of choice?" You mutter, hiding your blushing face with your the back of your hand. He raises an eyebrow. "Is that not what you wanted me to do?" You rapidly shake your head. "No, no! I just...I don't even know, thank you...for helping me take my pills..and kissing me, 'nd stuff..." You mumble, a bit embarrassed but so giddy at the same time. He just smiles a bit and rubs your back gently.

"You're welcome. You're an open book for the most part, y/n. Very easy to read." He says softly, before reclaiming his seat on the couch. "Now, I don't want to raise my chances of myself getting sick, or else I would sit with you." He says, grabbing his book again. "Yeah, alright...fair." you mutter, still a little excited over the whole thing. You giggle a bit to yourself and he hears it, he can't help but smile ever so slightly in amusement.

#bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd fanfic #sick #bsd headcanons #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai #port mafia #pm!dazai #fyodor x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor #x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #request #scenarios

[t4t-dazai]

pmzai is my favorite flavor of dazai. he's such a brat <33

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd fanart #neo's art #bsd memes #id in alt text #port mafia dazai #port mafia #pm!dazai #theres a typo on the second meme but im too lazy to fix it #cope /lhj

[elizais]

meeting dazai in the port mafia

summary: you and dazai as teens falling for eachother, the demon prodigy and the quietest member of the port mafia. pm!dazai x fem!reader warnings: port mafia activities

you had been in the mafia since you could remember. one member who has since been 'dismissed' had found you when you could still show your age on your fingers, taking you in for your strong ability. he was never seen again after a couple years, now it was the jobs of executives kouyou and hirotsu to keep an eye over you. so now, as a 14 year old who has known nothing but being the youngest, this was your lifestyle.

somehow, you always kept your quiet and kind demeanor. anyone seeing you shopping in the city would assume you had a family in a nice house, had no clue what torturing a man looks like and had school 5 days a week. when mori mentioned that there was someone your age named dazai, you didn't think anything of it. the last person "your age" was 6 years older than you and didn't last for long. little did you know you and him were only a couple months apart.

so, on a normal day of delivering paperwork between higher-ups, kouyou called for you and said "y/n. you will be going for a mission in a week's time. nothing you haven't done before but just be aware of it coming up. mori will talk to you soon, i believe."

that's when you met him. dazai. a boy who actually was, your age! now knowing of the mission, you put together why mori mentioned him. a tall boy dressed in run of the mill port mafia attire. you met each other after mori called you to his office regarding the mission. "l/n, this is dazai. dazai, this is l/n." you both shook hands and you visibly shuddered, feeling.. different? mori let out a small laugh seeing your reaction - you being unaware of dazai's ability caused the feeling that shot through you as he momentarily cut your ability off.

"oh. yes, dazai's ability is "No Longer Human", so he nullifies abilities by touching them." the boss explained. "oh, that's useful but it feels incredibly odd." you said quietly in dazai's direction with a polite smile. "yeah, your ability is..?" you opened your mouth to respond but mori noticed the awkwardness that accompanied your shy nature and explained your ability briefly. dazai simply nodded whilst listening.

afterwards, mori explained that your job next week was a simple one. to sneak into an office building in the city outskirts (using your innocent looks and attitudes) and dazai accompanying you for 1, if the guards catch on and 2, to get to know one another for future jobs. mori claimed "your ability is well trained enough now to be more than what you are told to do by kouyou and hirotsu as they are far too soft for you." and with that, he sent you and osamu away.

"l/n?" dazai asked as you made the walk from one side of HQ to the other. "yes?" "how long have you been here? i have been here for almost a year and never got the chance to see you around." dazai quickly asked, you saw him looking at you whilst asking through your peripheral vision, but you looked straight ahead. "the better part of a decade, i think. i can name most people here but they took me in for my ability and as bait in a lot of missions. i stay with higher ups when i don't have anything to do." dazai listened to your answer and simply hummed in response. you had many questions, about his past, the bandages, how he is already climbing the ranks, why he joined.. but you didn't voice one. any of those questions were almost guaranteed to have unpleasant answers.

soon enough, the day came, the driver took you up until a 10 minute walk away. you were dressed in the casual clothing that rarely got used from being in such an organisation. but you could tell you had more experience in this way of dressing than your new partner as you had to kindly explain that most city 15 year olds don't dress in a suit and tie for work in the mafia to dazai. confused, he decided to just buy something and get changed after getting out the car. now, the average civilian could never guess two mafiosos were amongst them!

the task itself was nothing out of the blue, but your quick banter throughout the couple hours sneaking around an office that mori refused to tell you what exactly for did entertain you. dazai would never admit it but he wished that this outing would never end. coaxing you out of your shy shell to get you to the point of doing snide impressions of the other members (especially mori).

but, you both laughed a little too loud and someone ran down the corridor to the room you were in. this had never happened to you before. without a word, his bandaged hand grabbed your lower arm and dragged the both of you into the long, empty cupboard beneath the countertops. thankfully, you both knew they were empty since you checked those previously for the box you two were looking for.

just as you both were cross-legged facing each other, holding your breath to not breathe too loud, surprised the beating of your hearts didn't give yourselves away, 2 men stormed in. "I know I heard two kids in here!" a gruff voice spoke, "I swear to god, we have work to do." the other responded. they exited just as quickly as they came. dazai peaked his head out, bumping his head doing so which resulted in a giggle from you. he smiled whilst rubbing his head where it hit and gave you a nod - silently saying that the both of you could leave.

as you carried on searching the room, mori called dazai's phone - informing him that they should both leave as new information came in. subsequently making this excursion pointless. neither of you felt that it was a waste of time though, whilst sneaking back out and making your way to the pick up spot, you both allowed your bodies to walk a little bit closer than before.

"hey, daz-" you asked, slightly more confident than you usually are before getting cut off with "please, it's osamu". osamu informed you with a small smile as you corrected yourself. "well,, osamu. please use y/n."

hiii, idk how to feel ab this one but i love seeing pm!dazai things so i felt that i should contribute 💕 

#dazai osamu #dazai x reader #osamu dazai #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #port mafia #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs #pm!dazai #port mafia dazai

[late-night-secrets]

!! tw: mentions of torture !!

**********

As Hirotsu steps closer to the room, the screams grow louder. A man’s voice, distorted by pain and agony. Whatever is happening to him, it’s stripping him of his humanity and lays him bare to what he truly is: a dying animal. It makes Hirotsu’s hair stand on end.

Closing the distance to the door that separates Hirotsu from the suffering creature, he can make out more than the screams: more voices, two of them; one deeper than the other. A man and a woman.

No, a boy and a girl.

They boy’s name is Dazai, and he is, despite his young age, one of the Port Mafia’s executives, meaning he owns a higher position in the chain of command than Hirotsu. The girl, on the other hand, is fairly normal. As far as Hirotsu’s knows her ability is not worth mentioning. And yet she is a well-known person within the Port Mafia, just because of her acquaintance with Dazai. No one really knows how they have gotten close, Hirotsu suspects it’s simply because they share the same age. It’s not easy to find peers in a criminal organization like the Port Mafia.

Contrary to the screamer, these two seem to talk calmy with each other; so soft that Hirotsu cannot make out any words.

He pays the guards next to the door no mind and knocks. Unfortunately, it drowns in another bloodcurdling shriek that makes Hirotsu shiver internally. Patiently, he waits until the cries quiet down to pathetic whimpers before he knocks again. Yet, it seems he remains unheard. The muffled voices are still too quiet to understand but given their speed and intonation, they appear excited.

He fears he will have to enter without announcing himself beforehand.

“Please, excuse me,” he apologizes as he opens the door and enters in a humble bow.

Another scream.

“This one was good! You get the hang of it!” Dazai’s voice chirps encouragingly.

“Thank you,” the girl replies. “He still didn’t talk though.”

“Oh!” The boy makes a sound as if he suddenly remembers something important. “We haven’t asked him a question in a while, have we?” He chuckles at their silliness.

Hirotsu understands that his presence hasn’t been noticed, so he straightens himself to look at the room in front of him. It’s a dimly lit, almost empty place. There’s a chair in the middle, and on this chair sits a man.

Or what’s left of him. He’s still alive – his misfortune – but if Hirotsu hadn’t heard his agony before, one glance at him would be enough to get that death is mercy compared to this. Some parts of his face are swollen, probably where he has been hit. And there’s blood, a lot of it. It’s streaming down his face, dripping onto his dirty shirt. It’s also streaming out of his fingers, out of his naked toes. Some of them distorted in such a way that they have to be broken.

In front of the man stand the other two, the boy and the girl, two teenagers. They are both wearing bloody aprons and gloves that reach to their elbows. Their backs are turned to Hirotsu, facing the man on the chair and currently chatting with one another. The girl loosely holds something in her hands that Hirotsu correctly identifies as pincers.

“Oh, we forgot,” the girl realizes and has to giggle.

The man groans in pain. “Please…”

“Well, it’s not like he has any valuable information that we don’t know already.” Dazai places his hands on his hips as he speaks. “This is more of a training session than a proper interrogation in the first place.”

Just recently, the girl has joined Koyo’s unit, making her a part of the interrogation specialists. However, she hasn’t had much experience in the Port Mafia’s questioning methods which is why Dazai has offered to help. A surprise if simply given his position, but the bond their share is not unknown within the organization. Quite the contrary, everyone knows or at least suspects that they are fooling around – nothing unusual for their age – and yet no one dares to say it out loud. Of course not, this involves one of the Port Mafia’s executives! Still, sometimes Hirotsu feels like just once he should step out of the mafia’s hierarchy only to make sure that two young people understand the consequences of being too careless… After all, an infant is the last thing the mafia needs right now.

“Now, I think we can move on,” Dazai decides with a very reasonable tone and lets Hirotsu snap out of his thoughts. “What do you suggest we should do next?”

The girl ponders for a moment, so he decides to help out. “You have said something earlier that would be good idea now.”

She gives him a confused look. “Cutting of his limbs entirely–?”

The man on the chair groans at that.

“– But you said it’d cause too much blood loss,” she finishes ignoring their victim entirely.

Dazai chuckles. “Yes, it would. I’m not speaking about the limbs. Think again. What did you say even before that?”

A moment of silences passes as she roams through her memories. For some reason, Hirotsu doesn’t dare to interrupt. This whole conversation gives him chills.

“What did we say where it’ll hurt the most?” Dazai gives her a leg up. Hirotsu notices that he’s uncharacteristically patient. And cheerful, too.

Her face lights up. “The mucosa!”

The man groans again, louder this time.

Dazai nods at her proudly. “Exactly! You can give me these.” He reaches out for the pincers and takes them to a table at one of the walls Hirotsu hasn’t noticed before. He returns with several smaller, sharp objects. They look like needles, the older man thinks.

“Now, there are several places to reach the mucosa,” Dazai lectures her with a small smile. “For instance, mouth, nose, genitals.” He gets closer to the man, placing his legs on each side of the chair. If he lowered himself, he’d straddle the victim’s lap. While doing so, he never breaks eye contact with the girl. “My personal favorite are the eyes. They are especially sensitive.”

The girl nods and watches him curiously.

It’s then when Hirotsu realizes why he feels a little nauseous. They’re discussing torture. And whereas that is nothing new to him or to the Port Mafia in the first place, it’s a little different with them. They are just two teenagers spending time together, one helping out the other. Their whole demeanor is so casual and relaxed while there’s a man dying right next to them. Hirotsu dedicates his whole life to the Port Mafia and the Boss but right now he’s looking at two people who are still almost children, who have never known a life outside of all this violence and death. Briefly, he allows himself to ask the useless question whether people like them have any morals in the first place.

The next quiet moment comes – not counting in the man’s pleading – as Dazai leans forward to pull their victims lower lid downwards until the pink flesh of his mucosa becomes visible.

Hirotsu decides he has waited long enough. He’s clearing his throat and falls into a small bow. “Please, excuse me.”

Out of the corner of his eyes he sees both of them turning to him. The girl immediately bends at her waist to pay her respect, “Mr. Hirotsu. My apologies, I didn’t notice you coming in.”

“Neither did I.” Dazai doesn’t move. Out of the three of them he’s the highest in command, he won’t bow. Hirotsu notices how his tone has become sharper; they boy is in full mafioso-mode now. “Since when are you here?”

“I’ve just entered,” Hirotsu replies, his head still slightly lowered. “I tried to call attention to myself several times, but it appears I haven’t been sufficient enough.”

“My apologies, I’m afraid I was too busy to hear you. It won’t happen again.” The girl is still bowing. Dazai seems to notice, too. He muses at her, “No need to be so humble. The old man won’t hurt you.”

‘Especially as long as I am here.’ He didn’t say it out loud, yet everyone’s heard it anyways.

She is hesitating, clearly torn between the Mafia’s hierarchy, so Hirotsu says, “Please, stand straight, young lady.”

As she complies, Dazai continues the conversation, his tone distant again, “So, why are you here?”

Even though the boy is excellent at getting a hold of himself, Hirotsu does notice his mood shifting. He seems to be irritated. Perhaps because he has been interrupted. “The Burreau’s representative will arrive shortly. Your presence has been requested by the Boss. We tried to reach you via intercom but did not receive an answer.”

“Oh, yeah, I took it out because it was bothering me,” he answers bluntly. He hasn’t moved yet, clearly not wanting to go. But Hirotsu knows that he’s no idiot, he’ll comply to the Boss’s orders. Dazai stares at the man in front of him, his gaze cold – so different to when he was talking to the girl – as he seems to think. Eventually, he steps back from the man who visibly exhales in relief and calls out the girl’s name. “It seems like we have to postpone the rest of the lesson. Unless you want to finish on your own.”

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other. “I’m not sure if I can.”

Dazai turns to her, his features as well as his voice softening. “Of course, you can. You’re a fast learner.”

Hirotsu notices the flush appearing on her cheeks and clears his throat once more. “Actually, the presence of both of you has been requested.” He turns to the girl. “Ms. Koyo suggests you join this meeting as an observer. In order to learn.”

She bows her head again. “That is incredibly kind of her. I will gladly join.”

Dazai sneers, “Look at you, being all polite. Such a good, obeying mobster, aren’t you?” He lifts his hand in order to squeeze her cheek in a playful manner, but she immediately flinches back. “Ugh, stay away! Your gloves are full of blood!” she shrieks. Dazai laughs at her reaction.

And again, Hirotsu gets reminded that these two are just young people who barely have any mutuals to spend time with.

Lucky to him, the two don’t need another reminder as they start to put the tools away and get out of the aprons. Certainly, they take a little longer than necessary since they keep joking around with the man’s blood, yet Hirotsu doesn’t comment on it.

Without paying the man on the chair another glance, the three of them leave the room. The two of them continue their banter – they are discussing whose fault it is that Dazai has gotten blood stains on the bandages covering his eye – on the way to the meeting while Hirotsu follows them close. Giving the chain of command, the girl is actually supposed to walk behind him but he decides to turn a blind eye. Even though they seem a little more rigid in Hirotsu’s eyes, knowing they are being watched by him, he realizes he wants them to be young just a little longer. They will have to go back to being members of the Port Mafia soon enough.

Hirotsu tries not to pry but he can’t help but notice how they are different around each other; especially Dazai. Their facial expressions usually stoic masks, change, shift, display various kinds of emotions. It relieves Hirotsu a little to know that they haven’t turned into complete machines yet. But if he thinks back to the scene with the suffering man just know… He wonders if they might lose all what’s left of their humanity. Perhaps being around each other will keep them sane… Or, perhaps all hope is already lost.

**********

masterlist

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs ff #bungo stray dogs dazai #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #pm!dazai #pm!dazai x reader

[suchagreatimetobealive]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ~°•*'▪︎

Fem!Cosplayer!Reader x Pm!Dazai Osamu

- I live with random inspirational drabbles that won't take me nowhere.

Your cosplay is perfect.

The tie is tied tightly, the black coat on your shoulders secure, the bandages around your arms are tighten not to unravel, the ones in your neck loose not to hurt but at the same time secure not to collapse with every breath you take. The one in your face itches way less than you thought.

You are ready.

Near your home, in a little park very pretty and kept clean, your group of friends organises every saturday a "themed party", in which any cosplayer can join to have fun with others, make new friends with the same interests and generally spend a good time socialising. Today is one of those days, and you choose to cosplay someone you never did before; Dazai Osamu in his port mafia era.

Last time you went you cosplayed Tsukasa Yugi, and you want to make an easier cosplay this time (and also because you are madly in love with the former executive).

As expected, when you put feet there, you find other cosplayers with the same character as yours; some cosplaying Dazai from his present days, others mafia and one you met also had a red scarf around his neck, bandages on the other side of his face, which means Beast.

As you reach for your friend, the cosplay of one of the genshin impact characters sticking out, so colorful that it seems to just attract your gaze onto him, your feet reach the spot as a big smile frame your face.

"Oh, Yn! How are you doing? I'm glad you could come" he smiles politely as he takes a bite of the sandwich between his hands "Did you eat anything?" He asks then, before you could have any chance of answering.

"No, I will go now. Just wanted to stop by, you having fun?" You raise an eyebrow as you hit your friend on the elbow "You managed to cosplay who you wanted at the end? You won't bother me anymore now right?" His gaze totally tells you otherwise.

"...I'll just go eat something" your defeated toned makes him laugh as he begs you from behind your shoulders to forgive him.

As your hand grabs a sweet from the table, a hand tap your shoulder softly, almost not wanting to startle you. The touch makes you raise both eyebrow in curiosity as your head turns around to look.

First impression; a teen, just like you.

Second notice; bandages. Okay, must be cosplaying Dazai.

The teen is slender, very very thin, long fingers took behind their coat as their gaze flies sceptically on your form, brown, lifeless pupils engulfing you whole, as if they can grabs your cosplay and tear it apart; not to get you exposed and naked for some men impulses, just to want you out that outfit.

If this is a Dazai cosplay, it really is very authentic. You smirk "Woah, careful. Your cosplay is so real I could've mistaken you for the real Dazai Osamu there." you joke, keeping the sweet between your fingers, having the intention to wait for them to go away so that you can eat in peace.

Your words seems to make them beam, a sparkle that doesn't really come from their sincere soul appearing in their eyes. "Oh."

Simple.

Unimpressed.

Hollow.

Oh.

You blink at the unenthusiastic teen as they blinks and glances around in unease. Your limb flinch from the impulse to drag them out the party, since they don't seem to want to be here. If they didn't want to come, why did they bother so much to cosplay neatly?

"Do you.. want me to bring you out of here?" You doubtfully speak out, your hand placing on top of their shoulder, rough fabric rubbing under your fingers as you gently firm your grip.

Their head snaps towards you, a new light adorning their features before quickly dissipating itself as if it never existed. Their gaze is so empty, you can swear if Dazai Osamu ever were real, these eyes would be his.

After realising you asked them something, they carefully nods their head.

You stop with them in a more silent spot, maybe safer, before sitting down on the sidewalk, hearing their shuffling steps behind you before the figure appears, dragging itself down to sit on the spot next to yours.

"Are you okay?" You ask, tilting your head to the side.

This is not a good way to start a conversation, that's what your mind tells you.

"Yes, I am. I was bored. I heard a lot of music and laugher and happen to be curious" they answer, voice shallow, like a broken record playing itself in loop.

Your glance back at them "...so this is not a cosplay?" They blinks.

This time their vacant eyes rest on yours, so full of emotions, so different. "...yes, yes it is supposed to be." They don't seem too sincere, and now you don't really know what to think.

"...I mean, some bungo stray dogs outfits, if not all of them, can be used for the everyday living so I mean I get you if you casually decided to use them not to cosplay but in general. You just are one of the most proper cosplay of Dazai Osamu that I have ever seen. Way better than mine, my feminine face doesn't fit his features at all, I don't really have such a sharp jawline. Not that he has it that sharp but—" you stop yourself from talking, realising you are speaking with a stranger and not all of them are glad to hear you go too much talkative.

Their head turns to look at you after a few seconds, blinking eyes of a deer caught in the light as they tilt their head to the side with a frown "Why did you stop?" Such a simple question worked to ease the nerves on your stomach, even if it isn't strong enough to silence the voices in your head.

"Sometimes I tend to go overboard with talking, so I stop."

"Such a foolish thing to say. If we have a voice, better use it to the fullest, right?" They don't sound like they believes their own words.

This kid is giving you so much mixed signals it's making your head spin.

"...yeah. You are right" you softly smile as you glance back at the street, empty and free from any car passing. No one really take streets from this direction since there's nothing interesting in the zone where you live. It's not impossible but rare for cars to come this way.

They seem to be intentioned into asking you something, opening their mouth and closing it a couple of times before permanently keeping it shut, stuffing their chin on top of the knees, eyes dropping closed.

They look so tired.

You take a breath, imitating the position, one brown eye following your movement soundlessly. "...this feels peaceful" you mutter, a gentle smile grazing your lips. You don't drag your gaze towards theirs, who closed their eye after you stopped moving.

A phone start vibrating.

Once, twice, a grumble comes from the teen next to you they take out the device, placing it next to the ear; "Yes, boss?"

Boss?

Helplessly staring at the ground, the brunette often hums in understanding. "Got it. See you later. Byeee" shutting down the call they sighs dramatically, a note of their childish antics being shown for a fraction of second, before standing up looking like someone else rudely took them from their shoulders, forcing the motion.

"Looks like you gotta go" you smile, getting up as well as they turn their back to you. They don't talk. They don't even look at you. You just stands there, watching as their back disappears from the reach.

Realising they -or better he at this point- isn't a cosplayer will take you all the day, just as you are in your bed, stuffed between matress and blankets, you blink your eyes staring at the wall. The way your veins freeze, your breaths becoming uneven.

You hope with your whole being to never ever see him again.

#bsd #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs fanart #bungou stray dogs fanfic #bungou stray dogs headcanon #dazai osamu x reader #bsd x reader #pm!dazai #pm dazai #dazai pm #port mafia #port mafia dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x y/n #dazai osamu x you

[kaeyx]

pmzai,, oughhh,,

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

-pmzai anon

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

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

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

#asks.answered #dazai.bsd #dazai x reader #dazai smut #pm!dazai #pmzai anon

[shorterthanchuuyanakahara]

I am in love with @muaviinu ‘s skk switch AU (the designs are absolutely beautiful), so I wanted to draw ADA! Chuuya and PM! Dazai.

#muaviinu #Ada!Chuuya #Pm!Dazai #dazai #chuuya #osamu dazai #dazai osamu #Chuuya nakahara #nakahara Chuuya #Shorterthanchuuya

[tojifile]

Dazai Osamu: The Protector

Pt. 3 “Did you miss me, mistress?”

Genre: Romance & fluff // PM!Dazai x f!reader

⚠️: SEVERE adolescence romance

A/N: SOMEONE MENTIONED ME AS ONE OF THEIR FAV FANFIC WRITERS AND I NEED TO KNOW WHO IT WAS // Sorry for being super inactive. I’ve been trying to write so many stories (they’re all in my drafts and they’re all about Dazai). I wanted to write something about Dazai’s death but I also wanted to continue “The Protector” AKA my favorite series ever. I daydream about the plot everyday (like a normal person). To get to the point, I will be extremely inactive and will only be posting “The Protector” and maybe do a few requests. This has been sitting in my drafts for days and this is your typical teenage romance. For comparison, I started this around August 11, and others that I started July 💀💀 (Lastly, don’t mind me using ADA!Dazai for the pictures, he’s just so cute and I totally didn’t run out of PM!Dazai icons), This is now September me !! DAZAI IS ALIVE WOOOO

Inspo: Dangerously Yours The Highwayman & lines from Masquerade

Links: Masterlist … will be making a new masterlist

“Oh mistress.. you’re burning up..” Dazai spoke in a soft voice as he touched your forehead gently with the back of his palm. His touch was gentle and calculated, as was his voice.

It had been a day since you’ve been rained on and now you were sick. Thankfully, Dazai is well, he didn’t seem to be ill at all. Your father was worried about you but due to some flight restrictions he couldn’t come home as early as he wanted to. As it turned out there was a typhoon and your father couldn’t leave at all.

In the few days you’ve known Dazai he was always kind to you. The aura he gave off left you infatuated. Maybe it was because you’ve been sheltered, maybe because he was young and so were you, or maybe because you’ve seen him in a thousand plays, read him in as many books. When you heard the most beautiful piece of music you thought he’d like that. Once, you saw a beautiful couple strolling and knew that’s how you’d be with him.

Your mind was full of him and you couldn’t understand why. “Mistress..” his voice snapped you out of your thoughts as he whispered gently. You looked at him with a gentle gaze to signal that you were listening, “I’d have to leave you for a few hours today, for an important meeting. A doctor and two men from the mafia, directly under Hirotsu-san will take care of you while I’m gone.”

Dazai spoke in a soft and caring voice. He wanted to make sure that you would be okay. His words made you frown slightly which made him smile. To him, you looked adorable. He chuckled quietly then added, “It’ll only be for a few hours mistress, you’ll barely notice that I’m gone.” You didn’t want to hear it, you were being petty and childish yet he didn’t mind.

“Mistress, please speak to me..” he pleaded in a soft voice as he got closer to you. Your heard was turned away from him, you were acting in a paltry manner, “Please mistress, I have to be at that meeting, I wouldn’t want to go without speaking to you..” he quietly added as you continued to ignore him. He lifted your hand gently and kissed the back of your palm with his rough lips.

He frowned when you only responded with a nod. It seemed like he hadn’t gotten the reaction that he wanted. Dazai then gently placed your hand back to your side and looked at you, as if pondering something intricate. In actuality he was just thinking of you. He only thought of how gently you laid and how soft you looked with your head slightly sinking onto the pillow.

As the doctor and bodyguards arrived and went up to your room Dazai checked the time on the beautifully decorated wall clock on top of the door frame—too bad that the clock showed that it was time for him to leave. Dazai left with a frown, deep down he found your antics amusing but a part of him yearned for your attention and reassurance. Now that he left you were stuck with a room full of people you didn’t know.

His meeting went on for hours. You didn’t know how long you could stay under the careful supervision of these three unfamiliar faces. The doctor checked up on your symptoms and progress while the bodyguards stood silently next to your bed. You missed Dazai.

“Did you miss me mistress?” His words woke you up from the trance you were in, due to your various thoughts of when he’ll be back, finally—he came.

Dazai was holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers wjth a wide smile on his usually, cold face, “I saw you looking at them through the window of the flower shop when we were in town for your birthday, mistress.” He spoke fondly as if he thought of you and your happiness dearly.

The doctor and the bodyguards were then dismissed by Dazai. He carefully put the flowers into a vase and poured just the right amount of water in, making sure they’ll be preserved and beautiful even if they would wilt in a few days. His actions made the butterflies in your stomach rampage. “Thank- Thank you, Dazai-kun,” you spoke softly as you looked over at the flowers, sitting peacefully in the vase.

“You’re welcome mistress,” he replied, “Well then, shouldn’t you answer my question, mistress? Did you miss me?” He repeated. You looked away and nodded gently in response to his question. He made you feel safe and frightened all at the same time. A huge wave of emotions drowned you every time he was near, you didn’t know if you were on top of the world or 6ft under.

He smiled softly at your answer. You’ve only known each other for four days yet it felt like four decades. Maybe it was the fact that you were shut off from the outside world for most of your life. It could also be the fact that you haven’t received such affection from a man.

But it also could be the way he looks at you. The way he listens to you intently. How he always keeps you safe even more so than your past bodyguards did. Although, it could just be the fact that he’s from the mafia. That he just wanted to keep his job. Your heart shattered as you thought deeply about every interaction and how superficial it was.

Dazai soon began to notice that you were deep in thought. He decided to stay by your bedside as he looked at you fondly. As if you were a rare sight, one that could only be seen once in a lifetime. His attraction to you was more than superficial. It could’ve also been the fact that he had never received such innocent affection from his peers nor those in authority.

Being by your side helped him escape the cruel world he truly lived in. Is this what falling in love feels like? Maybe near enough. He kept telling himself to snap out of it, “An executive of the Port Mafia? In love with the daughter of a wealthy and powerful ally? Pathetic.” He told himself. Dazai’s true purpose held him back.

Scheduled post: 09/30/23 18:00PM GMT+8 Philippine Standard Time

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #dazai x reader #pm!dazai #pm!dazai x reader #pm!dazai x f!reader #osamu #dazai

[y-akkun]

Meant to draw bday art and instead found myself sketching @muaviinu's switch AU;; He's just so pretty!!

#Dazai Osamu #Osamu Dazai #BSD Dazai Osamu #BSD Dazai #Dazai Fanart #BSD Fanart #BSD #Bungo Stray Dogs #muaviinu switch AU #Port Mafia Dazai #PM!Dazai #digital art #colored sketch #digital sketch #colored digital sketch #sorry for not adding the over coat #drape-y coats are hard;;; #i hope i did him justice <3

[rize-is-writing]

Holaaa, i've came across your blog and i like your writing. I was curious, i would like to request some BSD heacanons with a male reader that always gets in trouble, romantic headcanons with ; 1-ADA!Dazai 2-PM!Dazai (i may like dazai) 3-Yosano 4-Higuchi 5-Atsushi Thank you if you do this!

“Trouble, troublemaker, yeah, that's your middle name”

ADA! Dazai Osamu, PM! Dazai Osamu, Yosano Akiko, Higuchi Ichiyo, Nakajima Atsushi x Male! Reader who often gets in trouble

Let's be honest: he is in trouble with you. The perpetrator, the accomplice or the one who just put more gasoline to the fire. He can be all of this.

"Oho? So that's the idea" Dazai said with a grin as you explained your idea, seemingly quite pleased "But... Needs some polish. Mind if I put some of my input in this?"

And just like in a double suicide he dreams, he will be by your side while Kunikida yells at the two of you, or whoever is in a position higher than yours.

Not that Dazai really cares about being in trouble: since did that even bother him? He will just be himself in such situations- joking, not even listening perhaps.

But if you feel somewhat bothered, well...

"Pfff- hahaha!" you heard Dazai start laughing, looking over at him "Did you see their face? It looked like a tomato, it was just too funny!"

He will not dramatize it, but as always making a joke out of it, trying to cheer you up in the process.

After all, Dazai doesn't wish for you to think of this as a negative trait or experience, wishing for you to have fun!

You are too handsome when you smile after all~ how can he not wish to see you smile?

You were in it together- but he won't take the consequences with you.

He could be the one to have put you in trouble but wouldn't even step in- he would enjoy the show from afar. Not exactly the healthiest thing between the two of you...

"Dazai!" you called out angrily whole approaching your boyfriend, who was already smiling knowingly. Too knowingly for your liking.

You gritted your teeth, pulling Dazai by his collar. Your faces near, too much so- yet, Dazai didn't appear intimidated by it in the slightest. Perhaps even too much comfortable in the current position...

"Whoa whoa whoa, calm there handsome!"

"Don't tell me to calm down!"

"What could I have possibly done?" he asked, tilting his head almost confused. Almost, you weren't fooled. Not anymore.

"You know what you did!"

You and Dazai do indeed have high and ups in your relationship already- is already a miracle that the two of you are still a thing.

Because Dazai knows how to make up- he always does.

"C'mon, just a tiny little joke, why exaggerating so much jeez" said Dazai while his hands slowly snaked around your neck and then whispered in your ear, almost seductively sending a slight shiver on your spine "Want me to make it up for you?"

She will never agree to do anything with you if you are one prone to mischief. Would also try to stop you if she catches you.

But if you get in trouble for simply a bad timing,

She is somehow always the first to know what happened and that you are in trouble.

"He did what now?" Yosano asked as she looked over Ranpo, who was simply enjoying his lollipop. He didn't even reply, a muffled hum espaped his lips. Yosano simply sighed defeated and tired at the same time as she got up from her seat "Well then, if you'll excuse me"

She will reach where you are as soon as she can, walking down with calmness and grace as she puts herself between and the person who is lecturing you. She will apologize, and assure (emptily) that it won't happen again!

But when the other person leaves the two of you alone...

"Alright, darling" she said, her teeth gritted as she turned to look at you. Her arms crossed over her chest, Yosano's smile stiff as the anger "How about we chat a little?"

Now will be her turn to lecture you-

But don't worry! The only consequence you'll receive is to help her shopping and bring her bags around.

Higuchi is always Higuchi: passionate and protective, to an almost coddling degree. And of course this reflects on how she protects you.

She doesn't agree on what you do, and often lectures you.

"You can't just let this always happen!" she would as always say, pointing a finger towards you "You have to be careful, you understand?"

Yet, Higuchi is the one to help you. She would cover up, help you to get rid of the mess you did- hell, she would take the blame in your stead!

But one thing she cannot absolutely tolerate is when someone yells at you- she simply cannot stand it.

"He didn't do that on purpose!" Higuchi tried to explain, a bit too abrasively though, as she stood in front of you protectively while glaring at the other person.

"Ichiyo, please-!" you pleaded, not wanting this to go any further.

Ichiyo will fight tooth and nails for you- that can be of course a noble thing, since she wants to protect you. But is also one her of her weakest points in such situations.

Well, Atsushi isn't exactly the most forceful person on this list. In fact we might even say he is pretty weak.

He will try to be the voice of reason, tries to stop you, keeps an eye on you as well! But all for naught.

Most likely he got involved in one of your shenanigans while trying to stop you.

He often apologizes for you, is all he can do sometimes- he gets so nervous and apologizes so profusely, making sure you apologize as well.

"Just- just how?!" Atsushi asked, feeling exasperated, his voice cracking a bit as he asked that, after another one of your little messes.

You looked at him flustered for a second while playing with your fingers "Ehm... You see..." then you playfully hitted your head, sticking your tongue out "Bleh!"

"That's not an explanation !"

He loves you.

#bungou stray dogs headcanons #bsd headcanons #bsd dazai #pm!dazai #osamu dazai x reader #bsd yosano #akiko yosano x reader #bsd higuchi #Ichiyo higuchi x reader #bsd atsushi #Nakajima atsushi x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #male reader

[kentopedia]

dating port mafia boss dazai

contents: f!reader, implied violence, mostly dazai spoiling you so much, dazai is very soft in this, one litte nsfw scene !!

note: this reeks of self indulgence :,) my current obsession is pmboss!dazai being so sweet & gentle to his s/o

it goes without saying that if you're in the port mafia when you start dating dazai, he’ll probably want you to take less work in the field.

bc his main goal is keeping you safe, and he constantly worries about you when you're going on dangerous missions !!

though, sometimes you miss being in all the action. so, dazai will send you on missions with chuuya or akutagawa from time to time

he still worries, but he has no doubt they can keep you safe!!

he hates being nervous about whether or not you’ll come back to him, but he never wants you to feel like you're a prisoner in your own home.

if you want to go with him, anywhere or anytime, to any meeting, you just have to ask!

bc he trusts you completely <3 and he also knows you can take care of yourself.

if you want to work in other parts of the mafia, whether that be in training, intelligence, or behind the scenes work, dazai doesn’t care

he pretends to be uncompromising on some issues, but you can convince him of anything with a pretty smile.

but, if you're not in the port mafia, he (unfortunately) will make sure you have a bodyguard with you almost everywhere.

you insist its not necessary, but he knows he's made a lot of enemies that would love to use him against you. :(

though dazai has his moments of insanity (lol), he doesn't want to drive you away from him.

if you say its too much, he'll figure out something else. another way to keep you safe.

eventually, you come live with him, so that takes care of that.

dazai spoils you senseless !!

if he's ever late for a mission, he always comes back with something for you.

sometimes its flowers, sometimes its something even more elaborate

loves loves loves giving you jewelry

but everything he buys is very thoughtful!

he doesn't buy you expensive gifts just to flaunt money

its more that there isn't a price tag on things to him. if he sees something he thinks you'll like, it'll be yours, no matter the cost <3

"i'm home!" you said cheerfully, dropping your bag off by the door as you shouted to dazai through the penthouse.

the sound echoed back, and dazai didn't respond.

with a yawn, you headed towards your bedroom, stretching your muscles as you walked. the weather had been miserable that week, and between the heat and the rain, you were feeling more tired than ever.

what you longed for was a nice hot shower and a night in dazai's arms.

"osamu?" you said again, but the apartment remained quiet. there was no one in your bedroom when you opened the door.

you sighed, disappointed that he wasn't home to lay with you as you took a nap. though, your attention was quickly diverted by the newest addition to your bed.

a soft brown teddy bear, the same color as dazai's eyes, held a card, and a dark velvet box, paired with a bouquet of fresh flowers on your nightstand.

the note was short, but it was enough, and you couldn't help but smile as you read it.

i have to go out of the city for tonight. i'll be back in the morning. sorry i can't be with you, my darling. here's a little apology gift. i love you. - osamu

as usual, the gift was anything but small.

you flipped open the delicate box to reveal a gold necklace, a deep ruby dangling from the chain in the shape of a heart.

for a moment, you did nothing more than stare at the glittering gem that was edged by smaller diamonds, and you swelled with more love than your chest could handle.

carefully, you set the box down, wondering what you ever did to deserve something so beautiful. as much as you wanted to wear it immediately, you'd wait until osamu was back so he could help you put it on.

instead, you placed the card and the necklace by the flowers, and climbed into bed with the stuffed animal. as you nestled deeper into the comforter, curling your arms around the bear, you realized dazai had sprayed it with his cologne before he left.

dazai isn't the best about telling you how he feels. he is so much better at showing it.

if it isn't obvious, he loves buying you gifts! he has so much money as the port mafia boss, and he has no idea what to do with it. why not spend it on you!!

if you see an outfit in the store window that you like, dazai will have it tailored to your precise measurements. (which he has memorized, of course).

he loves shopping for you.

when he buys you pretty dresses, lingerie, and so on, all the other women in the store are swooning over him.

he knows exactly what you like and don't.

even if he thinks you'd look so beautiful in something, he knows your sense of style.

dazai doesn't want you to ever feel obligated to wear something just bc he picked it out for you.

of course, dazai always gives you his card to go shopping

and to get your nails done! he's obsessed with how pretty your hands look after getting a fresh set <3

he's loves them whatever color/design you think looks best. but i'd be lying if i said he wasn't obsessed with red nails.

dazai really loves the way they looked wrapped around his-

you rested your head on dazai's shoulder, letting your hands gently splay across his knee, your fingertips moving in a listless, delicate pattern.

though a film played before you, it was forgotten quickly, dazai's breath catching as he exhaled a laugh. "what are you doing?" he asked, and you smiled innocently, drifting your hand further up his thigh.

"nothing."

he blinked at you with wide brown eyes and swallowed, his throat bobbing as you reached his hip. you wrapped a delicate finger around his zipper, pulling it down slowly.

"nothing, hm?" he countered.

you turned to face him, sweeter now, as you tugged at his waistband. though dazai feigned disinterest for a moment, you felt him twitch beneath the thin layer of clothing.

his focus drifted down to your much softer hand, perfectly manicured and smaller than his own. he seemed fascinated, for a moment, by the way your fingers were moving. "your nails look pretty, love."

"i know.” you grinned. dazai's hips shifted, and you lowered his waistband, pressing a line of kisses up his neck slowly, teasing him.

you freed his cock, aching and hard, from his pants, and wrapped your hand around him. dazai let out a small gasp, though he watched as you lazily stroked him, the action perfected from experience.

"you're so pretty, 'samu." you watched his face turn red as he tried hard not to fall apart under your touch.

it was reassuring, really, to know that the most powerful man in the city was wrapped around your finger.

"not as pretty as you, baby," he said, but the word came out strained, raspy as you tightened your fist, running your teeth across the taut vein in his neck.

you laughed and moved onto his lap, kicking the remote off the couch before straddling him. his eyes melted into hearts as he stared up at you, begging for a kiss.

"you’ve been so busy this week,” you frowned. “i wanna make you feel good."

dazai jerked into you, breathing stifled as you brush your thumb over the tip. "you always do." his smile was affectionate, but his touch was desperate, digging into your sides. he was already searching for some sort of release.

"so impatient," you said, but you indulged him with a kiss anyway, his hands fisting in your hair as your tongue met his.

he breathed into you mouth, hot and heavy. "fuck," dazai hissed, lifting your hips to slip off your pajama shorts. "it's hard not to be when you're so fucking perfect, sweetheart. i need to be inside you."

dazai loves loves loves taking you out to expensive restaurants <3

he's not a big fan of crowds, though, so he'll rent out the entire place instead, just to get a private room for the two of you.

and if you don't feel like going out, but you want a nice meal, he'll hire a chef for the evening. one that specializes in whatever type of food you want

dazai's not the best cook, but he’ll do often, just because it makes you happy

he gets so much better over time, though.

whatever you want, he'll make it for you! and if he can't, he'll definitely find someone who can.

but! back to dazai letting you use his account to buy anything.

when you go to any shop associated with the mafia, everything is on the house

bc if the boss is going to funnel money into their pockets, the least they could do is give his girl some gifts !!

"is this... going to be all for you today, miss?" the cashier said, looking at the stack of clothing skeptically. he rang up price tag after price tag, watching as the numbers grew exponentially on the screen.

you nodded, smiling politely as he read off the total, a number that no average person would be able to spend reasonably in one go.

but dazai said you could get whatever you wanted for your birthday, and you hadn't let yourself indulge in a shopping spree for a while. so you'd picked up anything that suited you nicely and decided not to worry.

"how will you be paying today?"

you handed over the card, and the cashier read the name, glancing up at you with skeptical eyes.

"dazai osamu?"

you smiled sweetly. "it's my boyfriend's card."

though, the name had caught the attention of an older salesman across the room, and he was to the cashier in two swift steps, knocking him on the back of the head.

"dumbass," the older man swiped the card from the cashier before he could swipe the payment. "don't you know who she is?"

it took the man three more times of reading dazai's name across the plastic for it to click.

"i'm so sorry," he said, wide eyes suddenly anxious. "i had no idea you were—"

"it's okay. don't worry." you smiled, shrugging. "i won't tell him."

you meant it as a joke, but that only seemed to make the younger cashier more nervous.

"we'll take care of everything for you." the elderly salesman said, holding out the card to return it. "it's on us."

"really?" you pinched your eyebrows together, concerned. the bill was steep. it seemed unfair to let them take such a hit to profits. "at least let me pay for some of it.”

"no, don't worry about it. the boss said it was your birthday, so whatever you want, its yours."

for a moment, you weren't sure what to say. though, realizing that this store was just one of the many in yokohama that partnerned with dazai, you finally succumbed to a smile, and accepted their kindness.

you took dazai's card back and slipped it into your purse. "thank you so much.” you said sincerely, turning to leave with a small wave as you gathered up the bags and bags of clothes. "it was nice to meet you. i'll come back soon!"

though they said nothing, they both stared back at you with wide eyes, as most people did when they found out you were the one that had captured dazai's heart.

when dazai finds out how much you love to read, he clears out an entire floor of the port mafia headquarters to make you a library

its done far too elaborately, with classical decorations, a very intricate chandelier, and a view that looks over the entire city

there are special editions, original copies of your favorite books, books in languages you can't even read and so on

he went a little overboard, but he was just so excited to show you :(

"osamu." you stare, blinking at the vast room, not really sure what to say other than his name.

"what?" he's pouting instantly, wondering if he made a mistake, and you didn't like to read as much as he thought. "do you not like it?"

you don't think your heart has ever felt so full before, and you manage a shaky smile, wondering how it didn't split your face in two. "this is too much. you did all this for me?"

and he seems surprised you would even ask such a silly question, because why wouldn't he give you something you've always wanted? "if it makes you feel better, i'll tell you i did it for myself."

you laugh, and then you're launching yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck in a warm embrace. you nearly cry, because even though he spoils you far too much, this is the most thoughtful gift you've ever received.

"thank you." you whisper, kissing him all over his face, and he smiles, his cheeks warm from your affection.

dazai leads you to a shelf after that, pointing out a few novels that have his name scribbled in the front cover, all with varying states of penmanship.

he's collected all his favorite books there for you, hopeful you'll read them first.

dazai places you next to him in every mafia meeting

if you're going to be his partner, you're also going to be his equal <3

and he knows that you can keep everyone in the mafia in line. he trusts you to be in charge when he's not there

bc everyone in the mafia likes you more than dazai anyway! (except maybe akutagawa)

and yes, dazai is the sweetest to you <3 but certainly not to everyone else

he disposes of people that bother you... far too quickly

the man at the store made you uncomfortable? he doesn't live in the city anymore. someone was too handsy? they'll lose a few fingers.

but if someone in the mafia says even one unkind word to you, you'll never see them again.

"sweetheart, what's wrong?"

you sniffed, wiping the tears from your eyes as his hands snuck around your waist. he pulled you closer towards him, sliding next to you on the bed.

"it's nothing." you swallowed, but your eyes were still glassy no matter how hard you tried to stop crying. "i shouldn't get so worked up about things people say."

"hey," he coaxed your hands away from your face, tilting your chin up. "if it's upsetting you, it's a big deal to me, my love."

you said nothing for a moment, but dazai remained patient, smiling softly at you as he stroked your cheek.

never able to resist the gentleness that he showered only you in, you sighed. "some people just said…” you trailed off, almost not wanting to tell him. it seemed embarrassing, in some way, to say something lewd about yourself, even if you were merely repeating the words.

“said what?”

you chewed the inside of your lip before sighing, knowing dazai wouldn’t let the issue rest until you told him.

“they just said that you only kept me around to fuck me.” you dropped your gaze to your hands for a moment, letting them rest limply in your lap. “that i was just some stupid bitch you’d leave behind soon.”

you watched the smile slowly fall from his lips, his eyes hardening with a fury that wasn't directed at you.

"you know that's not true." he held your hands tightly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "tell me that you know that."

you managed something of a smile. "i know. i really do know how much you love me. doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt my feelings.”

he nodded, somewhat satisfied as the cloudiness began to clear from your face. "who was it? if you don't know they're name, just describe them." his expression was icy, dangerous, even if his hands were soft.

"osamu, i told you it doesn't matter—" you frowned, looking away before he interrupted.

“it does fucking matter." his words came out sharp. "those men work for me, and i'm not going to let them treat you like that. they've got no business being here if they can't respect you."

at the end of the day, dazai's reputation remains very much intact. he will always be feared in the city, despite exposing himself as a man who's so so in love

but everyone in the mafia is secretly pleased to see him a little happier, even if its just around you.

#this isn’t the best but !! #i’m so desperate for him rn heowjqllq #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai imagines #dazai x you #dazai fluff #pm!dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai x y/n #osamu dazai x you #dazai x fem reader #dazai smut #osamu dazai bsd #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd smut #rylie writes ₊˚🎧

[blueangelcakes]

Hi :)! How are you ? I hope you're well ! I was wondering if I could request a headcanon or one shots? Or just a request actually lol.Would it be a headcanon or a one shot (which would be whatever you prefer but what do you care about a headcanon I think?) on Soukoku with a reader who would be like Ai Hoshino in the port mafia? The reader would have known each of them since approximately when they both entered the mafia and would have entered into it themselves after the mafia took them in. And the more Dazai and Chuuya know the reader the more they appreciate her but romantically despite the fact that she has never loved and that she is not sure of loving someone one day, especially since she noticed that Dazai and Chuuya loved him.And if you don't mind, add the reader's death like Ai's but with one of her subordinates stabbing her because he was sure she was lying when she said she liked her subordinates and that she would do its best to suffer as few losses as possible during the missions but there were a lot of them? And therefore replace Ruby and Aqua with Dazai and Chuuya when she dies?Sorry I wrote a paragraph, I didn't think I would write so much for a simple request - But sorry! Especially since I find that I asked A LOT instead of just asking for something simple🤦‍♀️ especially with the death of the reader (I cried so much when Ai died that my father thought I was crazy I think) Besides, if you are not comfortable with writing his death, don't do it. I wrote the reader's gender as female in the request but if you prefer you can make it gender neutral.And if you don't want to write the request or anything, don't do it and if you want to do it, take all the time you need!

Je ne parle pas anglais, alors j'ai utilisé Google Translate (mon meilleur ami) pour écrire ceci, donc je suis vraiment très très désolé pour les erreurs.

Prenez soin de vous et passez une bonne journée/soirée (ou nuit mdr) !

(and once again I am so sorry for my big request which is also super long)

Warnings:death, bad grammar i dint seperate dazai and chuuya separately so it coukd be just one thing

My honest reaction to this was excitement cause I am obsessed with Soukoku and ai so this is an amazing request!

Dazai and Chuuya were close tho niether of them acknowledged this cause of how stubborn they both are.

So when you entered the mafia everything was diffrent to say the least, they both were on guard around you cause of your eyes and positivity dispite being in the mafia.

Chuuya wasn’t particularly rude but not kind toward you he was neutral.he was unnerved by your eyes, how could someone with such bright eyes be in the mafia? He never questioned it too much as to not stress himself out but over the course of I’d say about 1 year he’d let his guard down not fully,and slowly he fell in love.

Dazai on the other hand was acting like “himself’ cheerfully eccentric as he is most time but he never truly let his guard slip. He’s a causious person who has been proven time and time again to not trust after all.So even after 2 or even 3 year his guard wouldn’t fall nor would his mask but thats not to say he didnt also felt romantic feelings toward you.As you three got even closer the more they got concerned,you were and overly cheerful and bright person they belive that a star like you shouldn’t be in a place like the mafia.But you had your reasons so the just left it alone.Until,they noticed how your eyes never held an once of sincerity when you told your subordinates that you loved them. your eyes were bright but so full of lies and deceit with a hint of desperation a desperation to belive your own words it always confused them.

You’ve know that they love you, it’s painfully obvious though you would like to return the sentiment you can’t you’ve never felt love towards anyone your entire life and resorted to lying about your love in how that it some day comes true.

You’ve had your eyes on one of your subordinates who’s benn acting strange they were alsways glaring when you’re around Chuuya an dazai you’ve brushed it off thinking they will just go away but it never stop it was always constant stares and glares in your direction Chuuya and dazai noticed and kept an eye on him.

So it wasn’t a big surprise to you when you got stabbed and it wasn’t to them either they were there as you bled out profusely you held Chuuya in your arms as dazai just stood there hovering over you two a mix of saddness and numbness swirling in his eyes completely frozen in his stop as if he was rooted there.

Chuuya on the other hand was sobbing in your hold he was loosing yet another person he cares about it’s heartbreaking and he only stoped once he realized you were actully dead but even then he was still sad even more so than chuuya one might say.

As you slowly lost consciousness you lifted chuuyas head up and whispered to the both of them”i.. love you guys..” when The realization settelesd in that it wasnt a lie a look of slight surprise coverd you face”now i know …that wasnt a lie..”

Im really not sure if im satisfied with this fic or jot but ive been putting off posting it for too long

#soukoku #chuuya nakahara #chuuya #bsd #bungou stray dogs #chuuya bsd #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #dazai osamu #dazai #pm!dazai #past dazai #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #pm!dazai x reader #dark era dazai

[everestica]

♕PM!Dazai x Fem!Reader: Too Late♕

♕ - Reader is described as Female, and Is Mori's assistant, Mori is only mentioned a couple times and there is a convo between Mori and Dazai (Elise is mentioned but nothing more then that). Dazai is a little creepy in this depending on how you interpret it (Following/Stalking Reader) A little bit of Angst at the end, and there will possibly be a part two if requested for!

 Dazai had always been by Mori’s side, at least as long as he could remember, but it was bound that he would find somebody to help him with easier stuff that Dazai never wanted to do, coffee runs, picking up medication, paperwork, etc. What he wasn’t expecting though was this smaller girl to be sitting next to him doing the paperwork as he was coloring with Elise instead, while it had confused the bandaged brunette he decided not to say anything. It had been like this for months and he would come in everyday and see the girl once again, doing some sort of work while Mori was either hanging out with Elise or not even there some days. So he finally decided to ask about it one day. The day that (Name) was out doing another medicine pickup run he walked in and started to question about her. 

Dazai: So. Who’s that girl you normally have in here?

Mori: Oh (Name)? She’s my new assistant, well not new at this point. 

Dazai: Why is she even here? You don’t need somebody like that. 

Mori: Well I make her do all the things that you don’t wanna do, you know the “boring stuff” as you call it. 

Dazai responds with silence as the girl comes back into the room, holding a small paper bag. She quickly walks past Dazai and sets the bag down near one of the shelves full of antibiotics, after she finishes putting it on the desk walks back out of the room before anybody can ask her anything. Of course out of curiosity Dazai follows her, wondering about what she does when she’s not with the boss, which isn’t too often. 

Again, months go by and Dazai continues to follow her after work, he soon finds out a lot, she’s poor, like dirt poor, probably why she works for the Port Mafia, especially a young age, finds actually how “sickeningly” sweet she is, definitely not a good fit for the Port Mafia, he tries to convince himself. Though there is one thing he can’t seem to get off his mind, the way that you still, even being dirt poor, have the heart of an angel. Making sure other people still eat, animals make it back to their family, risking even getting killed when helping other people who are much stronger than her in bad parts of town. He can’t seem to convince himself that he’s not in love. 

That’s right and it was crazy when some of his subordinates heard him complaining about it,

The Dazai Osamu, Youngest Port Mafia Executive, and Demon Prodigy, in love with some random girl who is just Mori’s helper.

It seemed weird to say out loud, sighing he decides that it’s no help just following you around and trying to figure something out about her, he has to actually take his chance before anybody else can, or worse. It does take a lot of time and consideration before he can actually even start a conversation with her, not only because you never know where she’s gonna be at a certain time but also, he has to plan this before he can just walk in.

Too bad the day that he was going to say something, another one of their new people, Chuuya Nakahara, Former King Of The Sheep, Beat him to it.

♛- Please if you are going to repost any of my works anywhere else, ask permission first! There will be almost a 100% chance that I will say yes as long as you just ask and give credit! Thank you for your understanding!

#Bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #port mafia dazai #PM!Dazai

[elizais]

how to survive the great war

pm!osamu dazai x pm!reader summary: the night dazai has to leave, he knows he can't lose someone else. warnings: some spoilers, i change some stuff around a teensy bit (obvs), a bit angsty but we work through it, alcohol mentioned throughout but not descriptive wc: 2.4k

that night dazai knew he had to leave. he knew what he was told to do and he had just lost one of the people who kept him going, he couldn't lose you too. so, when you found him in your favourite abandoned spot once you couldn't find him anywhere else, you were distraught. the man who had helped you both more than you could ever think of wasn't there anymore, and osamu had to leave as well. you couldn't leave with him or else the chances of survival for either of you went down tremendously, so you two devised a plan:

the past few days, you were barely together due to work. that's what everyone knew so they didn't question it, and that was true! you both worked for the port mafia so everyone knew of you two. but, tomorrow everyone would know that the demon prodigy had left and you would go to work and "find out" then and there.

to make this plan work and be believable, the new reason for not being around each other was "because you had an awful argument" a few days ago and once you won't go home straight away tonight. you will go to chuuya's and be inconsolable over how you haven't had a real conversation with osamu "not because of work but because of arguments." and get chuuya super drunk. you will act drunk but only get tipsy so that you can recall what happened last night with chuuya when mori inevitably interrogates you.

"osamu, what will you do while i'm there?" you asked him for your peace of mind. "don't worry, just don't go in that hat rack's car at any point of the night." was his response. "can you make sure he doesn't take the blame either?" to which he sighed. "for a mafioso you do care an awful lot." osamu teased. "well an old friend said i should be on the side that helps and protects people." you eyed him. "fine." he rolled his eyes.

after chuuya's event, you will go to your apartment see dazai had left a note reading "this is over. goodbye y/n" and you will get yourself fully drunk (not really, you will empty your alcohol bottles into the plants. but you will tell mori that this is why you can't remember anything else.) as this goes on, osamu will be starting his time off the grid. you genuinely couldn't know anything, if anything happened and it forced you to give away that information - you were both dead. as much as this killed you not knowing where he was, at least one part of this story would be true.

at around 2:30 am, you will go and grab a new phone with a new phone number from one of the mafia's distributors. mori had told you a while ago you should change phones to not build a trail against you, so when they message mori to tell him after you buy it this will come up in mori's interrogation. your answer will be simple "i was incredibly upset, your words spoke to me and i didn't want to ever contact osa-, dazai again. i thought he was just skipping work when i didn't see him when i walked in today." that would kill off that lead for mori.

then, you would finally go back to your apartment and organise the sale of it. this is what really got to you when you put it into action. the apartment you both got when you were 16 with your mafia connections the moment you found out he was an executive in a shipping container. when this is brought up by mori this will be the longer answer, at this point you would have 'found out' he betrayed the port mafia. "i will be damned if he knows where to find me after what he done." will be your explanation if mori finds out about this sale.

that was the last step of the plan, because osamu assured your teary eyes "we will find eachother again. i promise." he never lied to you about such important things, and after all.. you were another mafia executive who has known this man since forever. you held out your pinky before he connected his before kissing the part where your pinky touched his. "i'll see you later, 'samu." you knew this was the end of your relationship, for now. he responded as he stroked your cheek "i'll see you even sooner, my dear." before you both turned around, not looking back once as time was strong, but you two were even stronger.

and that is when you went right to chuuya nakahara. to begin what divides dying because you're in the mafia or dying because you left the mafia.

"y/n? what's wrong?" the ginger asked, shocked one of the toughest mafia members was shaking at his penthouse's entrance. you were genuinely upset but not over what you were about to tell him. "it's osamu.. we haven't had a real conversation since that argument." you explained, allowing a few tears to fall. very unusual from a mafia executive. and then the plan was given the go ahead when chuuya's solution was alcohol. just like you had planned. you did feel bad for tricking one of your closest friends but this was for both of you. once you got him complaining about everyone, he was absolutely done for the night. you slowly removed yourself before you were too intoxicated to move to the next step of the plan.

you headed to your apartment. you knew there would be a note there that would upset you for the story but you couldn't help but fight back real tears. you couldn't cry yet as you had to come off as tipsy on cctv so that when mori performs a makeshift investigation, you are in the clear. but the second your apartment door shut behind you, all your feelings were let out. you prayed this was some sick joke and osamu was in the other room and nothing bad had happened to the man who kept you both alive on many separate occasions. but you had to survive, because you knew osamu was trying his best too.

on the counter, you saw the note, the note that sealed this reality. although it was you who put that into the plan it killed you. it killed you more than what the mafia could ever do to you. then, you went through what you and osamu discussed.. it was time to dump the drinks. you laughed at your thoughts as you remembered how samu would make fun of you and your plants but now they were saving both of your asses. you checked the time.. "2:08" read out on your phone's screen. hours ago was the last time you would see the person you love most for a long, unspecified amount of time. you had 22 minutes before you had to get a new phone. you decided to spend those 22 minutes, or 1320 seconds pulling out the box of memories underneath your clothes.

the beat up gift box held your fondest memories. for a leader in a mafia, you were a big softie. you knew dazai was too (deep down as well). you traced over the stickers your love put on when you called it boring. fruit stickers, the labels of his bandages.. the most random ones. you smiled as you saw the hello kitty ones he stole from elise. remembering the day your mission was to babysit her and you bought face paint. your phone buzzed with a notification from the bed as you kneeled on the floor, not even opening the box yet. the time read "2:23" and you decided that it was close enough and you got ready to leave.

walking out of the apartment you looked at the note again, a little harder this time. pieces of the ink had ran a little bit.. was it possible he had cried? your heart broke into a million little pieces and the glue that could fix it was off the grid for everyone.

you drove to the warehouse that supplied the mafia's doings. you brought the money in cash as per their requests. they would send a message to mori informing him of your purchase which is exactly what you needed to happen. you only needed a new phone but you splurged for a new laptop too. just to cheer you up. but as you stepped out of your car and walked into the warehouse that is usually empty held hirotsu and kouyou.

before they could see you, you put on a brave face. they would certainly ask what you were doing and why. you headed in.

"oh! y/n! what are you doing here, sweet?" your dear friend kouyou asked. you two had built up a strong relationship and you trusted her. but not enough. hirotsu had walked into the storage room with one of the workers so it was just you two. "me and.. him.. we got into a bad argument." and that was all she needed to hear before pulling you into a hug. "have you spoken to chuuya darling? aren't you two friends?" she questioned, concerned for you. you nodded and by then she had to leave. you left 20 minutes later, not seeing hirotsu again and picking up your new devices with another shady worker.

then, you found your way to the place you called home and organised the sale of it in a month. you didn't care about who desperately wanted it, you just had to make it through a month here without your person.

the morning rolled around and you did not sleep at all, you knew what happened but nobody else knew you did. everyone knew what happened so as you walked into the infamous HQ, all eyes were on you. some people completely avoided you, others sent you sympathetic smiles but mori did nothing of the sort. he put on his gentleman facade as he waltzed into your meeting that you lead for your subordinates. "hello everyone. we have all noticed a certain mans absence so consider the rest of your meeting a time to catch up on paperwork." he beckoned you over and walked behind you to his office.

"y/n" he spoke as he sat down. you cut the polite greetings. "where is osamu, mori?" you glared. of course you knew but he didn't know that.

"that is exactly what i grabbed you to ask. what do you know about his disappearance?" he tried to look right through you but you did not let him. "i haven't had a real conversation with him in ages.." you began with lie number one. "where did you go after work?"

"straight to chuuya's. i know i'm not a drinker but it just all got to me last night." mori nodded, silently asking you to carry on and you did. "i got there and we both got drunk with his collection. i don't know how long i stayed." mori looked at his sheet that faced him and nodded, most definitely adding up with what the redhead said.

"afterwards?" and that was your cue to get the tears welling up. "i went home.. and there was a note and i just drank it all away.." lie number two. "you can go if you want.. i don't want to be where he used to be." you tossed him your keys to search your apartment before beginning again. sounding angrier. "it's one thing betraying me but.. the port mafia?" and that was what got mori to believe you. you explained the new phone and he didn't even ask about you selling your apartment. you didn't know if he knew about anything else but this conversation went really well.

"i don't need to look through your apartment, y/n. i'll take your word for it." he passed the keys back before dismissing you. with your back turned to him, a smile creeped onto your face. you wouldn't know for at least a year but for now.. you were both safe.

walking into your own office, an envelope with a red wax seal was on the middle of your desk. it wasn't there before.

opening it, you could make an educated guess of who it was from. there was a sheet which read "7280285E" . and then below it the address of where an abandoned building used to be, the same one you and osamu would sneak into when you were 15. but why would he put the emergency armed vault's code too? until you remembered the building was demolished and turned into an apartment complex.

it hit you immediately after what you needed to do, you added up all of the individual numbers in the code: 7+2+8+0+2+8+5. equalling to 32. osamu wouldn't stop there. 3+2=5. searching up the new building, the apartments that were in there did have one called 5E. you knew that was where osamu wanted you to go.

once the day was over, you got into your car and just drove. you smiled at the kind receptionist as you beelined for the elevator. the glowing circle with an 'E' in the middle was begging you to push it. as you were carried up you felt nervous. what if it wasn't him? what if it was the worst news ever behind that door?

walking as fast as you could without appearing suspicious, you found the door. the keypad stared at you as you knew what code was needed for access. "7280285". engraved into your memory. walking in felt like a fever dream.

a large cardboard box sat on the counter of the unfurnished room waiting to be a home. opening it carefully revealed books. classics, new releases, romance, fantasy.. and then your favourite at the bottom. the spine was broken and it was completely annotated?

you skimmed over the pages noticing every paragraph there was a word highlighted in a familiar green, contrasting the purple covering the rest of the words. the green words read in order:

stars, crows, television, don't, worry, sweet, safety, is, here, come, every, 4th, weekday, dogs, grouse, naive, they, it, noodles

you couldn't help but laugh at the random words he sprinkled in. but your message was clear on how to communicate with him. every thursday you will leave a book mindlessly annotated for him to read between the lines of and he will do the same.

it won't be easy, but you will find eachother again.

sorry this was long and for not updating the past few days! i was busy writing this and my practices were all over the place! i got carried away but i think i will work on some multis stuff because those seem to be loved. thank you for all the kind messages and i love to speak to people!

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #osamu dazai #port mafia #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #pm!dazai

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

Hello, El! I hope you're doing well. Can I ask imagine for Fyodor, pm!Dazai, Fukuzawa, Mori (separately) and their fem!s/o? They were busy for quite a long time and didn't pay attention to their s/o (close to ignoring). When they got free, they really, really wanted attention from their s/o, but she was offended and did not pay attention to them, going about her business (reading, drawing, watching a movie, etc.). How will guys make amends to get the desired attention from her beloved? Please.

Hey 😊 Two things first: next time, please check if requests are open (because currently they are only open for my event) as well as my rules (i have a character limit of 3). However, I really like the request and you were very polite, so I decided to still write it.

Fedya x gn!reader, pm!dazai x gn!reader, fukzawa x gn!reader

My Navigation is here.

Warnings: neglectful behaviour, comfort, slightly toxic relationships (Fedya, pm!dazai)

Fyodor can get very immersed in a task

So him not paying you any attention - even ignoring you when you're in the room or talking with him - isn't all that uncommon

You hate every time it happens, but usually it just takes a few days, then he'll spoil you (no doubt to shut up your complains)

However, it's been two weeks now and in order to distract yourself you had picked up some new hobbies you had been interested in trying for a while

Imagine your surprise when Fedya finally comes out of his office to just silently stand a few metres away from you, simply watching you do

However, he realises quickly that you aren't even acknowledging his presence

So he'll start by sweet talking you after standing in your silence for well over ten minutes (he honestly just wants to cuddle. As much as he pretends that it isn't the case, he is actually pretty touch-starved)

But you don't reply

His fingers twitch

He wants so desperately to ignore you, or be cruel until you break and fling yourself into his arms begging for affection

But he is smart enough to realise that this wouldn't work - that this might even make everything worse

So he sighs and sits down behind you, hands carressing your shoulder and the top of your head and asking you "Myshka, I know I was quite neglectful. Would you still tell me of what you are doing?"

He doesn't apologise, and he barely even acknowledges that he's done something wrong, but his soft voice and gentle touch is enough to make you realise that he is sorry and that at the end of the day he needs you as much as you need him

He's also one that might ignore you if work gets too much

However, he doesn't get so immersed that he won't notice you

He might snap at you, I'm sorry 🥺

And, while he will (most likely) not target any of your insecurities, he will make jabs at you that make you shut up and shun him until he's in a better mood

Usually, he comes to apologise a few hours later, pout on his lips and stretching his arms out for you to cuddle into his embrace

However, this mission is a whole lot more complicated and he's blown you off several times already

So in the end you decided it would be better to do your own thing for a while

When he is finally done, he doesn't even realise that he had blown you off for an entire week instead of only one day as usual

He has his usual pout on his lips and is waiting for his hug

He frowns when you don't even seem to notice him

He coughs, but you don't even flinch

That's when he starts coming closer, pressing sweet kisses to your neck and apologising after every one, though if you look closely, you can see that his eyes are calculating

He knows exactly what he has to do to get you back into his arms

Honestly the least toxic out of the three

His office is away from your apartment, so he's essentially just doing a lot of overtime over the week

He had already warned you about it, but now that it was actually happening, you couldn't help but miss him

That's why you visited him every day, bringing him food and at least pressing a kiss to his cheek

You always tried to get him to take a break - at least for five minutes - but he never budged

Also! Unlike the others he actually acknowledges your presence

He won't be able to hold a conversation though

He does try to answer you whenever you speak, but you can always tell that he isn't quite listening

Unfortunetely, right when he had finished his week of horror, you had to go into overtime for your work as well

However, he made short shrift of it

Such a hypocrite

Won't take a break himself, but forces you to take one

#fyodor bungou stray dogs #fyodor bsd #bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader #bungou stray dogs fyodor #dazai osamu x reader #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #fukuzawa x reader #bungou stray dogs fukuzawa #bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #what-the-stories-have-foretold #x gn!reader #pm!dazai #pm!dazai x reader #cafe employee