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yawarakaizai · 5 months

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Can I request fyodor with a bratty fem s/o really likes to be rebellious and disobey him<33

ⵌ FIXED MY HAIR, LACE UNDERWEAR, I LOVE THE TIE HE'S GOT ON

SENDER Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT Priest!Fyodor Dostoevsky (BSD) CONTENTS !! 17+ NSFW !! , usage of 'Father', punishment, spanking, age gap but LEGAL (reader 19-23, fyo in 30s) but they met earlier, hair pulling, this is fiction if your priest does this CALL THE POLICE, rough play, slut shaming, fingering, mentions of dazai, reader had a thingy w dazai..?, misogyny NOTE If being religious meant being fucked into a blabbering mess, then yes. You were sanctified to it. COMPANY Bark Like a Dog

A/N reminder to please read the contents. if smth is 16+ or 17+, PLEASE dont read it if you're younger. i had someone under 15 interact with my dark fic content and it made me uncomfortable. thank you (◞‸◟；) REQS ARE CLOSED UNTIL I CATCH UP!! thirsts and asks always open tho :3 this is short bc i feel like i just want to get stuff out asap :( rlly srry

He asked you questions and you told him answers.

" Because I wanted to. "

More than you needed to, just to keep him looking at you with those striking eyes of his.

" Because he's sweeter, "

You rose to your full height which was shorter than him.

" and kind to me. "

It all crumbled over something so immature yet so huge in your eyes. To Fyodor, you were but a nuisance to him, a heavy weight holding him back yet keeping him going at the same time. A lifeline to someone who wishes to die yet is afraid of pulling free. Fear. It is not something he possessed, but it is the rush of blood in his body that made it worth every pulse to see how you moved, spoke and were.

" You are a child. "

In comparison to your voice full of anguish and rebellion, he remained calm and collected. His thoughts so organised, his words spoken like poetry - music to your ears, pretending they were not.

" A selfish child. Is punishment what you seek? Have you sought out ways to rile me just for me to pin you under my heel? You've shirked your dignity and you have disgraced yourself as one of God's follower. "

Closing his book with grace, he placed it by his lap on the dark sofa. You both knew of your place. You may have this holy man by your side but you yourself were full of filth and impurity.

And though your silver necklace might hold a cross that lays pliant between your breasts, by night you'd part them for your cleavage to fit his manhood.

You may wear white laced stockings and kneel with bruised kneels on wooden plank in front the altar with your hands clasped tightly together by your lips, you'd be knelt in between his thighs with your mouth full of his cock by the next day.

Your holiness was temporary.

You never were a religious girl, which shocked you considering how strict your parents were.

You went to your first sermon at fifteen. Your body had began to change and your Mother thought it would be best to take you to Church before you strayed down a path leading to hellfire.

There it was that you met Fyodor. You only remember him for pulling you aside and telling you your knees should not be visible from your skirt.

You never attended again, until you were eighteen.

Fyodor was still there. The audience consisted of weeping women and their teenage daughters who looked disinterested in all else but the priest.

Father Fyodor - as he was known by - was strikingly handsome. Most of the girls thought so, anyway. He knew it as well.

In college, you shared a dorm with three other girls. Two of which were of Mormon faith, though bordered on being not too dedicated. It must come with the independence from their parents.

Even so, when they had accompanied you to the church and gazed upon Fyodor, all teachings their parents undoubtedly recited to them vanished in an instant.

" I know him, we've met before. "

You sounded proud of it. You did not mention your last conversation with him was you being shamed for dressing indecently. They gawked at how lucky you were.

You made it your mission to break through his holy persona. There was more to him and you KNEW it.

Your v-neck shirt would dip when you'd bend over to pick up your dropped purse. Your ruby red lips pursed into a pout when you were deep in thought. Long eyelashes dark as his hair fluttered curiously at him as he'd speak about immodesty in the modern age, and about how women should serve their husbands. You were never interested in that, anyway.

Your skirts got shorter and shorter, and his patience grew thinner and thinner.

You'd stay behind after each sermon. You liked sitting at the front, praying with your eyes closed to nought.

" What is it you are trying to achieve? "

He sat next to you, knowing all too well what you wanted - no, yearned for.

Your reply came simple. " You. "

" I haven't. ''

You shook your head. As he pat his lap, you obeyed as natural as breath. You sat on his thigh, arm wrapping around his shoulder.

'' Is Dazai worth burning for eternity? " He reached to tuck your hair behind your ear. His cold fingers left you shivering for more.

His touch was divinity.

" No. Not at all. "

You sighed it out hesitantly. Every night before bed you were to appear before him and tell him about your day. Confess what sins you have done.

You had abandoned your studies and had an escapade with your friends boyfriends. Dazai.

" Why is it that you are so disobedient? You aren't stupid. Only misguided. "

Fyodor was not cruel. He always gave you second chances, a chance to prove you weren't nothing but a dumb slut, a seductress, a woman who strayed too far off the path. You needed salvation, and Fyodor was it.

You mumbled something inaudibly, too occupied with chewing on your bottom lip as you nervously fidgeted on top of him.

He answered for you either way. " You're spoiled rotten, that's why. "

You nodded your head in agreement. There was no point in lying anymore. Fyodor could see through it all, anyway.

Fyodor believed that women were more capable than man. They possessed more intelligence. Intelligence that they used for the art of seduction. Whether it be an exposed shoulder or a shirt that dipped too low or a giggle that tempted men.

" I'm sorry, Father. "

Oh, but you weren't really, were you?

You never were religious. Not until you thought yourself to be so smart. Smart enough to try lure Fyodor in, push him off the edge. It was you who fell into his trap, you were blind to the roles put in place from the very first day you walked into the chapel.

" I'm sure you are. " He laughed out, though not impressed in the slightest. You knew what comes next, so you got into your position before he could even ask.

As you bent over his spread thighs, your stomach lay flat, skirt riding up to reveal laced underwear beneath. His favourite.

His palm rubbed circles against your soft ass, teasing you as his fingers reached the hem of your panties, pulling them down with ease. " My dear, have you done your homework? " He asked tenderly, despite all. " Yes. I-I have, Father. " You squirm, attempting to take a peek behind you.

The first spank came unexpected, and you jolted right back into place with a whine.

" Corinthians 6:18-20. " Fyodor's index finger plunged into you without much warning.

You let out a shocked ‎‎gasp, whatever he had said went into one ear and out the other. " Oh-! Oh! " You cried, involuntarily humping against his thigh like a mutt in heat.

So, feeling merciful, he repeated himself. " Corinthians 6:18-20. I do not have all day, Y/N. "

You clench your fists and dig into your memory, trying to recall just exactly what those verses were. He assigned you too much to read. And considering your current position, thinking was a difficult thing with a finger digging deep into your pussy, as if.. searching for something it needed to remove.

" Flee- uh, from..? " You cry out the first two words, glancing through the corner of your eye for his reaction to comfort you, that you were correct. When you saw him nod slowly and squeeze in a second finger, your shoulders pulled back as your back arched, though you continued.

" ..from sexual immortality. "

You were rewarded with his fingers scissoring you open. His nails dug deeper and deeper. Your insides were uncomfortable and there was a particular strain beginning to unease you, but you must continue.

" All other sins a person commits are-! Father! " His fingers push against something rubbery, ignoring it and attempting to basically move past it, though there was only so much his fingers could reach (luckily). Though the painful sensation did not grant you any mercy and neither did he.

" I really do have no idea why you insist on pausing. " He hummed contently, his fingers curling as they'd pull out, only to be shoved back in, like he was scraping something out, yet nothing was inside except your own wetness.

" Oh-! But Fedy-augh...-ther! " Your words came out as a shout as yet another spank landed harsh on your ass. " What are.. you doing? " You spoke with tears running down your cheeks. Your puffy clit grinding into his thigh was not enough to give you any real relief. Not when if he noticed you squirming to get yourself off, he'd pull on your hair so harshly that you-

Your scalp ached when he pulled on the fistful of your hair he had tangled in his fingers, you looked at him through pleading, teary eyes, your vision hazy and it did not help that you were being pulled by your hair like a dog on a leash.

" Why, I'm removing his seed from inside you, of course. "

He spoke so simply, letting go of your hair as you fall limp against him once more.

" Noo! No, Father, please! " You kick your legs in disobedience, knowing that this meant you'd be bent over until sunrise the next day if it meant so. Until Fyodor deemed you pure. Until he deemed you 'clean' from the filth Dazai had planted inside you.

" Stay still, now. I don't want to hurt you. " Oh, your poor Fedya sounded so fed up with you. Digging his holy fingers so deep inside you in search of Dazai's 'seed'. There was none, but of course you couldn't admit it. You knew very well that Fyodor could also see through your lie. You both preferred thinking you have fooled the other.

" Cruel, cruel, Father! You're merciless, wretched, horrid! " You sob, his fingers unrelenting inside you, no longer pleasuring you but only searching for wet substances to force out, wiping his fingers clean on your ass.

Fyodor smiled. Though you could not see it, even if you wanted to.

Your vision blurred with fat tears, obscuring what you could see, your fingers twisting the fabric of his clothes.

You best prepare for a long night.

If being religious meant being fucked into a blabbering mess, then yes. You were sanctified to it.

©yawarakaizai 2023 ﹒﹒ reblogs appreciated! requests closed :3

#fyodor x reader #bsd x reader #fyodor nsfw x reader #fyodor x reader nsfw #bsd x reader nsfw #bsd nsfw

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yawarakaizai · 6 months

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@ Masterlist

Bungo Stray Dogs ;

Nikolai Gogol This Little World Is Yours Tonight He Wanted Her And This Was Bad

Fyodor Dostoevsky You Must Be The Water I Drink

Sigma Daddy Sigma hcs

Dazai Osamu / PM Dazai / Beast (PM Dazai) It's Not Your Fault (PM Dazai) Hangin' Out The Passengers Side Of His Best Friend's Ride (PM Dazai) You're Quite The Same If Love's The Gain (Beast) Not A Second Though, Oh, Romeo Watch Her Break Just Like A Doll

Jouno Saigiku Jouno w/ a people pleaser s/o Gold Satin Dreamer, Gold Satin Heart

Chuuya Nakahara You're Quite The Same If Love's The Gain

©yawarakaizai 2023 ﹒﹒ no reposting onto other platforms + plagiarising + stealing (✚ . <)

#dazai x reader #fyodor x reader #nikolai x reader #bsd x reader #jouno x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd masterlist #pm dazai x reader

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yawarakaizai · 6 months

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haven't been able to figure out what to write next !

i'll try get around to them all though !!!!

#bsd x reader #fyodor x reader #dazai x reader #bsd #pm dazai x reader #bsd nsfw x reader

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yawarakaizai · 6 months

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i have the cutest kenji req in my inbox rn but i feel so bad posting fluff right after angst ... ;;

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yawarakaizai · 6 months

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૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა hiiii!

I’m contemplating where I should change my whole profile again- , but here is some nene manga panels I coloured because I was really bored (also because I’m falling into my Tbhk rabbit hole again)꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ

OMGOFKMG THESE R SOOO CUUUTE (ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ

i never got into tbhk but nene is adorbs ,,, these are amazing !!!! i'D LOVE TO SEE UR NEW PROFILE LAYOUT

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yawarakaizai · 6 months

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How do you get different coloured texts ? like the ones aside from what Tumblr provides

haiaiii !! ^3^ i use this website !!

this tutorial helped me when i was new !

have fun ~ (๑´>᎑<)

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yawarakaizai · 6 months

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Yan!dazai mindbreaking angel!reader ooo

ⵌ WATCH HER BREAK JUST LIKE A DOLL

SENDER Angel!Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT Yandere!Dazai (BSD) CONTENTS NSFW DARK CONTENT 16+ , obsession/possession, drugging, mind-breaking, reader is a hostage?, unhealthy relationship, dubcon/nc??, abuse (physical implied + mental), slight somnophilia, lowkey angsty, dazai is an asshole!, smut part isn't really detailed (WARNING; This relationship is unhealthy and should not be used as an example. Reader here does not hold Dazai accountable. If you are in an abusive relationship, please seek help from someone you trust or a professional! This fanfic does not idolise nor condone abuse within relationships) NOTE All these years of feeling inadequate and dumb. You were proud to have grown accustomed to Dazai's routine, even if he had promised you months ago he had changed. COMPANY Dolly

A/N combined 2 asks I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ASK BUT IT WAS A YANDERE DAZAI NSFW IDEA im so sorryy ... also any other yan dazai req ! !! srry for the long wait ;; !! reader is an angel !! she was kind of created ,,? kinda like sigma !! the og req had an idea abt aphrodisiacs but ... not sure if i want to write about them just yet :( so sorry!!

Dutiful and pristine, you were a model wife.

Delicate and gorgeous. Just how he liked you to be.

You were brought her to serve as his prize. His reward for years of watching you from afar, stalking you like a lions meal. And you, pure and kind-hearted, not once ever suspected a thing.

Dazai was your co-worker after all. A smart, handsome man with a positive future.

Back before this all, you were nothing but a mere fascination to not only him, but your peers as well. You were never offended or hesitant to answer questions others would have about you. How you came to be, whether you remember anything, and if those feathers of yours regrow.

You coped with everything by dissociating as much as possible. If you could believe hard enough - Dazai was still the Dazai you knew before. The man next to you who'd pout when ordered to finish his report, the one who would turn to you and try to flirt or make you giggle, knowing Kunikida would never dare give out to you.

How could anyone, after all? You only manifested a few years ago. What was it, eleven, or twelve. You can't remember. There was little you remember anyway.

The first few months with Dazai were a blur. You'd have blacked out for the majority of the day until he'd wake you up and force you to eat. If you'd refuse, he'd starve you until you'd beg.

You had tried to protest by going days without food or water but he always got his way in the end. You had to give in at some point.

The biggest obstacle was finding the guts to hate Dazai.

You were afraid to hate him. You were afraid to hate.

He'd treat you so gently and with love. Funnily enough, you blamed yourself for it all. You didn't know why or how, but you felt like if you had done things different, none of this would have happened.

Osamu was sweet. He always did what was right. You respected Kunikida and Fukuzawa immensely. If they trust Dazai, then so did you.

If you knew that you were a lamb handed to a wolf, maybe you would have ran much earlier.

Dazai did not show himself upfront. No. First, it was the mind games. The ghastly figures that would appear outside of your window in the form of blackened shadows, doors you remember closing being wide open when you return home, bangs and creaks around your home when you lived alone, your items disappearing from their usual spot, laundry vanishing completely, and countless mysterious messages from anonymous.

Second, it was you asking for help. You turned to who you admired best. The Armed Detective Agency. Ranpo scanned your phone. He read each message out loud before looking at you, then back down at your screen. He slid it back towards you. " There's nothing suspicious. It's just a prank. "

You felt relief. Ranpo had his ability, after all. The ability to figure out any mystery. He could not be wrong.

How dumb of you to think Ranpo would not be the first person Dazai would go to for his sick joke.

Third was the fever. It hit you like a brick. It was the first time you had been infected with a human illness. Dazai kindly offered to tend to you in his free-time, as everyone else was too busy. You were grateful that Dazai, an important member of the ADA, was sacrificing his time in helping you. He'd stop by almost every day and night to feed you and make sure you're alright. The more you drank that chalky water he'd give you daily before bed, the more you lost your ability to walk.

Fourth, was the inevitable. You waking up in a bed that was harder than yours. Upon observing around you, you realised you weren't in your house. And you don't recall ever sleeping next to Dazai. Naturally, you were afraid. You were in hysterics while he tried to calm you down, telling you stories on how it's safer for you to be here, and that you were an ungrateful bitch for not being grateful enough to him.

You didn't want to hear any of it. So? You were kept in his lovely basement.

There, you were badly treated. Sleeping on cold concrete and eating what scraps he'd leave on the floor for you like some animal - any form of resistance was met with harsh punishment.

You lacked survival instincts. You not once ever felt the need to. Working in the ADA, you were nothing but an accountant. You'd hear about the missions they'd go on, but to you it all seemed like the things you'd see in action films.

But this was real. The way your heart pounded in your ears every time you'd hear steps coming down and the way he'd tug your hair 'till your scalp would burn is something that the actors would never be able to portray properly.

It took you a while to realise you weren't going to make any progress by doing the opposite of what he wanted.

Though, you were admittedly conflicted.

You provided Dazai something interesting. If you let him use you, to spare yourself of his harsh punishments, would he get bored of you? Would he rid of you completely? Would he treat you more terribly to purposely make you act out just so he'd have a reason to strike you?

These were questions that would keep you up.

You couldn't be strong-willed for long. Hope that Kunikida or anyone else would come looking for you dwindled as the days went by and none would come but Dazai.

At some point, you had lost your voice for a while. In that period, Dazai took complete advantage of the fact. When you could do nothing but thrash and cry until you submit underneath him.

He'd pull out, collapse next to you and hold you close to his bandaged chest and apologise until he fell asleep with your hot breath against his skin.

Dazai had been your first time. He took an angel's virginity. You were frozen for the rest of the night. You were almost neutral to what had happened. You even wiped his tears away with your thumb. He apologised. He must surely be remorseful. He promised he wouldn't do it again.

You lost your halo that day.

'' Fetch me some water, I'm thirsty. "

His hand came off your head where it had been caressing.

You looked up at him through long lashes, slowly nodding your head and raising to unstable feet.

Ever since you were allowed to stay out of the basement, he's been helping you regain your ability to walk after the drugs had left your knees shaky.

Your movement was slow but gradual, at least.

If you wished to remain with Dazai, you'd have to obey him. And obey you did.

You fetched him his requested glass of water albeit spilling a tad bit on your way back, you presented him with it.

He peered in, then slouched back into the couch, gaze returning to the television screen. " I said orange juice. "

You were sure he said water.

" But you said water. " Your voice was meek compared to his.

" Are you saying I am lying? "

That shut you up.

You apologised, and travelled back to the kitchen to throw away the water and replace it with orange juice.

You'd bring it back, and he'd look at you with disappointment. " Why are you bringing me orange juice when I asked for apple juice? "

He sounded so convincing that you thought maybe you were mishearing. You held the orange juice in your hand tightly, apologised, and left to get the apple juice.

By the time you returned, you were shaking. The apple juice was dripping from the overfilled glass and onto the floor. You were trembling. " It's- It's apple juice. Because y-ou said.. "

Your gaze was so distant. You were so far away. You were no longer on this Earth. Dazai had to keep you grounded.

" You must be taking me for a fucking idiot. "

He slapped the glass right from your hand, your whole body jolted in shock when the glass shattered against the floor.

You two had just been cuddling on the couch, watching a noir movie like a happy couple would.

Dazai had to keep you grounded. He had to keep you on a leash lest you wander.

" Get over here. " He sighed out after a long pause. Instinctively, you answered, " No. "

It's been so long since you were punished. You didn't want to go back to them.

" I didn't do anything wrong ", your voice croaked out to reason. You should have figured at some point Dazai would get bored of a normal life style.

" I said get over here, Y/N, my patience is already running low. I'm not going to hit you. "

And no matter what you've been through, you'd wake up praying Dazai was kinder. He had overheard your nightly prayers one day and in an act of irony or sympathy - hung a cross over your bed.

You fiddled with the hem of your skirt before waddling to between his spread thighs. Hand reaching for your hip and guiding you down to sit on his lap, you avoided eye contact.

You were clearly afraid of being punished for something that was not your fault. You couldn't tell Dazai it wasn't your fault. That would be calling Dazai a liar. And that would get you hit. Good wives don't get hit.

True to his word, he did not raise his hand to you at all.

Once he opened his mouth to speak, you attentively turned to him. His training worked wonders on you. He made himself your God in a matter of months. You no longer worried your pretty little head on whether Kunikida would save you. All you had to do was clean around the house and prepare Dazai's meal - living to serve your husband.

" You've been such a good girl, don't ruin it with this, 'kay? " He didn't sound mad anymore, but you could still pick up on the fact he was not exactly happy with you either.

" Yes, 'samu. " You nod, toying with your fingers nervously.

" You're such a sweet wife. So dumb. So cute. Love seeing you panic. "

You bit your bottom lip at that, chewing on skin.

'' D'ya think It's about time we started our own family? "

You thought at first you didn't hear him properly. You knew you were trying to convince yourself so.

" Ahah.. " You were hesitant. He picked up on it. His dark brown eyes felt like lasers. " I don't think I can. I'd love to, 'samu, but I can't. "

He let go of his soft grasp on your hip to allow you to stand up.

It was 9pm. You should head to bed.

His silence and poker face felt foreboding.

" Goodnight, love. " You tried to remain cheerful.

You went to bed earlier than Dazai. You climbed into your shared bed after having taken your nightly medication.

You fluffed out your wings - once white, now grey - then tossed and turned until you slept.

" Hah.. hah.. "

The burning heat is what hit you first.

Confusion was second.

" Wakin' up, pretty baby? "

Your mouth opened by itself before your eyes did, and when you tried to speak, to ask what is going on, you let out a soft moan.

You feel something sink in deeper in your pussy, the wooden bed frame hitting against a wall. Oh.

" 'Samu! " Your eyes shot open upon realising what was happening. Dazai had not done this for a while. The room was dark. Judging by how dry your mouth was, you had been fast asleep for a while.

Dazai was propped on his knees between your thighs, naked from what you could make out.

You looked further down to realise that he had shoved his dick in you while you were asleep. Your nightgown was pulled up over your stomach and his hands were holding on loosely to your hips.

Your hand reached out to grip onto his wrist, your legs unable to close. " No, you said you were gonna be better, you said no more of this. " Oh, you sweet poor child.

" It's alright. " He responded casually, pulling out just to slam back in. Although your vision was limited, you could feel his piercing stare studying your contorting features. " Just this once, yeah? "

You remembered your conversation with Dazai earlier. The sudden question about having a child.

When you tightened around the base of his shaft, he knew what you were thinking.

" Don't get all scared, baby. You'd make an amazing mom. " He would bend down, his mouth next to your ear as he'd begin thrusting.

You lay unresponsive and silent, staring at the ceiling - your only solace.

His huffs, groans and sighs muffle themselves on your pillow, your body would temporarily jolt in spasms with each orgasm.

Dazai continued for hours.

At some point, your hands were tangled in messy brown hair, your mouth hung and your voice would plead for 'more', 'there', 'deeper'.

Your sweet husband never pulled you back when you drifted off to space with your longing gaze.

He barely even met you in the eye.

Dazai finished his rounds before you noticed. It was a period of him not touching you that made you turn your head sideways to meet him laying next to you, his chest still raising and falling as he'd regain his breath.

You hadn't moved your body.

Adjusted to the dark, you couldn't help but stare at the pitiful man who spoke nothing to you.

An emptiness weighed your heart down and the liquid love he had planted in you seeped - unwelcomed.

You still felt bad for him. Surely, definitely, this was not his fault.

" I'd like a girl. "

Your lips trembled, you smiled to hide it.

" Two.. daughters. "

The corners of your lips quivered with your fake expression. He could see your eyes gloss and your shivering body, blinking rapidly until your tears slid down.

You never did want children. Not with Dazai, at least. Not for another few years. Not here, not now, not with him. Not this Dazai.

He left you waiting for a while, until he rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling that enamoured you with amazement when he had made love to you.

" Yeah. "

He sounded uncertain, before continuing his response. You had expected it. All these years of feeling inadequate and dumb. You were proud to have grown accustomed to Dazai's routine, even if he had promised you months ago he had changed.

" 'm sorry. "

" I know. "

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

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yawarakaizai · 6 months

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hoping i can finish this fic either tmrw or the day after !! tysm for ur patience TwT

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yawarakaizai · 6 months

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IM STILL ALIVE …. JUST BEEN ON IDV A LO T !!!

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yawarakaizai · 7 months

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Could I Request Jouno with a quiet People pleaser that'd be so cute ngl >-<I'll leave the rest up to you, and how you see fit hehe

RECIPITENT Jouno Saigiku (BSD) NOTE omg ,,,..... so many things to say , , ,.. ... ... jouno is so aaaa aaaaaaAAA <3333 i love h im

Note; fluff! gn reader (they/them), overprotective jouno

we all know that jouno is a big tease to his peers. you weren't an exception to his regular 'insults' and remarks.

what confused him the most is how you'd never bite back.

when you first joined the hunting dogs, you were naturally a reserved and quiet person.

he'd try to bug you, but you never really budged in the way he'd expect.

you take every insult with a nod and unbothered, gracious smile.

jouno began to feel bad. he pitied you for what he thought was you being oblivious when in truth - you thought that he wouldn't like to see you genuinely hurt by his remarks.

against all odds, you two fell in love rather quickly.

to simplify it ; you fell first but he fell harder.

jouno didn't have any previous relationship experience so it was DIFFICULT to figure out his emotions. he had to go to the other members for help.

tecchou was as equally dumb if not dumber than him when it came to love. teruko began to blackmail him, threatening to tell you about his crush before he even had a chance to confess. fukuchi, well.. he was too drunk to give any proper advice. jouno found he was able to confide in tachihara who suggested he take you out somewhere nice and tell you straight-forwardly about how he felt.

and so, he did just that. taking you out to a lavish restaurant by the sea, you were amazed at the thought jouno would even do this much for you.

you were even more amazed when he took you out on the pier with the night sky hanging above and got down on one knee, presenting you with a ring as he confessed his overdue romantic attraction towards you.

bashfully, you informed him,

" ...jouno, that's for marriage. "

he's immediately like &^!*(£*&?@? NO!! I knew that. duh, I obviously knew that!!

you're giggling at his cover-up and shut him up by getting down as well and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

he lost it.

for the first time in his life, jouno was so stupidly in love!

he treasures you like gold, like a princess, like treasure, oohhh you are so so spoiled and prized by him!

on a mission his last victim just barely alive vomiting blood by jouno's shoes as they claw desperately for his mercy, then he just,, ''would you like to see my cute s/o?'' the guy is so confused. does he say no? but if he says yes and sucks up to jouno, maybe he'd be spared! jouno goes ahead and turns his phone screen to the bloodied man, showing him his lock screen - a selfie of you and jouno that you insisted was worthy of having as wallpaper. times like that made jouno wish he could see, but nevertheless, " aren't we just the cutest? " with a nervous gulp, the criminal would nod his head rapidly. " yeah! " he'd agree with jouno, unable to care less, really. " they're adorable, yeah! you're a lucky man! " jouno grinned, straightening his posture to tuck his phone away. " i really am a lucky man. a nice one, as well. " he put his sword away much to the relief of the man below. " i gave you the privilege of looking at an angel from the heaven you'll never reach. " jouno had switched his sword for a gun.

you were such a kind person. jouno thought you were a bit too soft and way too forgiving for your own good.

when he'd tease you, he'd KNOW when he went too far, but he was so confused when you wouldn't be upset. at least not visibily.

he could sense that your body would deflate in quiet sadness at some certain joke, but you'd never say anything about it.

you kept your feelings to yourself and soon enough he found out it was because you didn't want to upset him by telling him his humour wasn't right for you.

the day he approached you about it, his heart broke hearing you sob as you were uncertain with how to set boundaries properly.

you were always a ''i don't mind, if you wanna!'' person, letting others push you around and use you how they pleased.

since that confrontation, jouno was always sure to be gentle with you.

he'd still tease you every now and then, but he'd compliment you so, so much.

when you'd oversleep, he'd wake you up by peppering kisses all over your face instead of his past pulling-the-covers-off-and-opening-the-blinds routine.

although jouno still can't fully grasp the concept of a 'people-pleaser', he feared that you were scared of him or at least had been scared of him which made you unable to approach him about your dislike for his mean behaviour.

after that, he was able to spot more instances where you'd allow yourself be taken like a dumb doll by others.

when people would boss you around and you'd comply obediently.

no. he didn't approve of that.

while he'd happily threaten others - with you, he'd sit you down and warn you that your kindness can be exploited.

you were always too afraid to tell people 'no', so jouno would begin to teach you how. steadily, of course!

no one was going to take advantage of you, not with him around.

he cares so much for you, he's such a sweet bf to have, looking out for you.

plus, it was so funny that he - a sadistic, cruel, extroverted ex-criminal had a sweet, shy partner by his side!

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