Dazai Is So Clingy. He's Always Up In Your Personal Space, Leaving You No Room To Breathe He's Got A

dazai is so clingy. he's always up in your personal space, leaving you no room to breathe – he's got a hand around your shoulder or maybe your waist, he's laying his head on your lap, he's fidgeting with your fingers and he's playing with your hair. he's all over you at all times but—

it gets so much worse when he's sleepy.

suddenly, he is no longer human, but a koala instead. he's glued to your side with not even an inch between your bodies, his limbs curling around you as if he's going to slip and fall onto the ground and turn into a sad, wet puddle of goo if he were to let go of you.

he's hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you're washing the dishes; he's mumbling something, whining and begging for you to baby him. he's got no shame, this is who he is. he wants you to hold him and coddle him, to play with his hair and coo at him. it's ridiculous really.

but who are you to refuse him?

you know he doesn't sleep well on his own, so now when he's clearly showing you how comfortable he is with you, how safe he feels, it's impossible to say no. his behaviour couldn't be any further from being annoying – you will not brush him off nor will you downplay his needs. if he wants to be pampered like some royalty, like the prince that he is, then that's exactly what you'll do.

you don't try to pry him off of you, you do the opposite instead – you pull him even closer and revel in the faint sigh that slips from his lips. he won't say thank you, you know he won't, but the way he melts into your body as you hold him is more than enough.

and when he finally dozes off on top of you with your one hand in his hair and the other drawing hearts into his shoulder blade, your chest swells with pride. the little snores are like music to your ears, his steady breath tickling your skin as he finds solace in your loving embrace. his slowed heartbeat is starting to lull you to sleep aswell but you won't even try to resist the pull of the dream, your heavy eyelids falling shut as you press one final kiss of the night to your lover's forehead.

Baby gojo reacts to: utahime!

(This’ll be a fun one😂) I can imagine her praising him lovingly and that hes aware of how much of an "ogre" his dad is and basically just shit talking Gojo (not so quietly) behind his back 😂

“oh aren’t you the cutest?!”

utahime bounces his baby with a wide smile, pinching his cheeks. “ahh you’re so plump! your mama must’ve fed you lots!”

your son blinks up to her in joy, blue eyes shining. “mwaaa~”

“right right! you’re as nice as her! don’t be like your good-for-nothing papa, okay!”

it’s so strange how this baby—who is a byproduct of gojo, can be so utterly adorable. even utahime can’t help but dote on him.

“look, your papa is unpleasant. he can’t read a room, not considerate and most of all, he’s a mochi monster! you can’t turn out into him, please!”

gojo, who observes their exchange in the corner, finally comes out with a grin. “ara araa~ look who we have here, why is there a strange person trying to brainwash my baby?”

“hmph. i’m just giving him pointers so he’ll turn out decent.”

“utahime, if you’re so jealous, then go make your own baby~”

“—?! gojo, youuu!”

flufftober: grasping fingetips

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader summary: small collection of moments, where you and satoru are unable to not feel the touch of the other cw: major fluff, like borderline too much fluff, pda, established relationship, marriage, wedding, reader is smaller than satoru, no use of y/n word count: 2.2k

Always touching.

Never apart.

One would think the longer you and Satoru were together, the puppy love and clinginess would eventually wear off — it never did.

It might have something to do with the world you both lived in, which was definitely merciless at times. As Jujutsu sorcerers, it definitely took more than it gave. So there was nothing more grounding than the touch of the person you loved the most in the world.

“It’s not supposed to last more than three days. I’ll be home again before you know it,” you rushed to explain while you were frantically running around to fix the last few things before you had to leave.

Satoru was anxiously propped up against the wall, always nervous whenever you had to leave for a mission where he wasn’t assigned to help.

“And if something happens?”

His innocent and fragile question had you stop your actions to look at him, arms crossed in front of him, back slightly hunched making him look significantly shorter.

“Nothing’s happened so far, right?” You tried to reassure him, presenting with a weak smile.

He took a visible deep breath, reluctantly nodding his head in agreement. “Mhmm,” he said unconvincingly.

“I have to go now,” you breathed quietly, making your way over to him to place a comforting hand on his cheek, feeling him relax the second you came in contact with his skin. His hand instantly flew up to secure your hand in place.

And you couldn’t help how your head leaned against his chest reactively, slipping your hand away from his face to wrap both arms snuggly around his torso to bath in his warmth.

“Just imagine how nice this will feel after three days,” you hummed, closing your eyes to feel the low chuckle you managed to bring out.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait,” his strong arms circling around you.

“You don’t have much choice sadly,” you joked. When you finally felt his raging heart calm down, you slowly dared to pull away.

Loosening your grip, you let your arms slide down until your hands were softly resting in his big ones. “Three days?”

“Three days!” You confirmed. He shook his head, his familiar smile back on his face when he looked at you. And as always, you placed a kiss on his cheek before beginning to pull away, knowing you had to leave within the next five minutes.

For as long as possible, you held onto his hands, grasping at each other’s fingertips until you had to let go.

You barely had the chance to set foot within the premises of Jujutsu Tech before you were nearly tackled to the ground by a figure significantly larger than yourself.

Your arms latched on around him in response, at first you did so instinctively not to fall over — but your embrace quickly turned loving when it hit you it was Satoru who had greeted you so aggressively.

A satisfied hum left him, having been deprived of the feeling of your body for three days — which was definitely three days too long.

He hesitantly pulled his face from crook of your neck to plant a wet kiss on your lips, not pulling away until Yaga’s stern voice called his name from behind him.

“If I could steal her for the debrief-“

“Not a chance,” Satoru muttered breathlessly, barely audible behind the sounds of his peppering kisses.

He did not spare a single thought to the impatient Yaga, his hands finding yours to hold onto your delicate fingertips.

It was always the same at every meeting.

Both sat on the seats in the very back of the room like silly, lovesick teenagers. For the most part, the two of you managed to stay quiet — well, you managed to, at least.

More often than not, he leaned closer to you to whisper some lame comment that would have you swat his leg lightly while chocking back the bubbling giggle that was nearly permanent in your throat.

But like every other meeting, right before the back of your hand would make contact with his thigh, he’d snatch ahold of your it to carefully play with your fingers for the remainder of the meeting.

Quietly zoning out, letting him fiddle with each of your digits, you finally surrendered to the urge in letting your head fall on his shoulder.

Listening to the voices of the meeting, you drifted in and out of a light sleep, Satoru never stopping to play with your fingertips.

If he could be by your side, Satoru definitely would — even though it could be considered highly inconvenient.

Nanami tried not to get too distracted by the fact that Satoru had nearly his entire weight rested against your back, despite not being needed for the conversation whatsoever.

“I’m not sure I’ll be available, they’re sending me out of town again for another mission,” you said in a casual tone, seemingly unbothered by the massive creature on your back.

Nanami cleared his throat, “sending you alone again?”

“What do you think?” Delivering the rhetorical question with an amused and loving smirk, Nanami’s eyes shifting to the koala still latched onto you, just as his entire body raised with a deep sigh.

Carefully you shrugged your shoulder, eventually having reached your limits, knees threatening to give out under you. Though he wasn’t happy about it, he obliged the silent request — but there was no way he was going to not be in contact with you.

So he did what he always did, not even thinking about how his fingers tenderly grasped at yours.

He felt the soft skin of your fingers, not much on his mind other than you. While you continued your conversation, Satoru just had his gaze rested on your hands, your fingers longing to be in contact with him as much as he did yours.

“Where are you going?” You mumbled softly, a yawn escaping you as you grabbed his wrist. In your sleepy haze, you barely managed to peak your eyes open to see he was already dressed and had put his blindfolds on.

“I’m a very desired man,” he teased, feeling his weight sit down on the edge of the bed, your fingers still circling his wrist.

You let out a sad huff. “Higher ups?”

“Afraid so.” His hand slowly stroked your hair.

With small whines, you curled forward to snuggle into his sitting frame, nuzzling your face into his thigh. “Do they have no respect for the importance of sleeping next to your partner?” You heard a low laugh as he continued to stroke the back of your head.

“Nah, that would require someone having to put up with them.” You wanted to laugh, try to enjoy the few moments you had before he would leave you alone in the bed that was way too big for one person.

He felt your grip tighten. “Please stay.”

You were his one and only weakness, wanting nothing more than to lay back down beside you, share the warmth as he felt your breathing fall into a steady pace of sleep.

“Wait,” you spoke again before he had the chance to respond. You knew Satoru, through and through, and he would end up doing as you asked — which would end up punishing the both of you in the long run. The higher ups would be on his and your neck, and suddenly you would both be stuck on missions where you’d be cursed to spend even more time apart. “Forget it.”

“Come again?” He said in disbelief.

“We know what will happen if you don’t go.” Though your words came out muffled against his leg, he managed to make out what you said — and also what you meant.

He took a deep breath through the nose, pressing a kiss on your temple before begrudgingly getting back on his feet — only for him to not be able to stand up fully, tugged back by your never wavering grip on him. “You kinda have to let go in order for me to leave, sweetheart.” You heard how he was trying to force his cheerful persona to show, but his true feelings shined through.

Without another word, only a displeased huff, you loosened your grip and letting his hand start to slip out of yours, eventually losing touch with his fingertips.

“Is this really necessary?” He asked smugly, hands resting on your waist, stopping you from leaving the apartment.

“It’s tradition, Satoru-“

“Tradition has never been my style,” the smile still lingering as he leaned forward to press an oh so tempting little peck, nearly having you surrender to his request.

“It’s also bad luck!” You argued, managing to pull your head back.

He scoffed. “Let the bad luck come, I am the strongest after all-.”

“Satoru,” you whined when he leaned in once again, having you reach far within yourself to resist the urges.

“Yes?” Teasingly smiling at you.

“It’s one night.”

There was nothing you hated more than spending a night away from Satoru, especially when you had no particular reason not to. There was no hiding the fact that you just felt safer in his presence, which always helped you sleep better.

Peeling your arms away from around his neck, initially planning on getting your stuff and start backing away towards the exit, but your hands had other plans. They found his strong fingers in an instant, letting your arms hang between you.

“Guess this is another one of those times where I don’t have a choice?”

“You’re learning,” you teased, mouth hanging open in feigned surprise, earning you a squeeze of the hand.

“Watch it,” he laughed along, placing one last kiss on the tip of your nose before he finally allowed you to start your departure.

And your goodbye went how it always did — one last kiss on the cheek, outstretched arms, holding onto each other as long as you could before you eventually had to let go of each other’s fingertips.

Satoru was unable to contain himself, anxious but excited nerves filling his entire being, waiting for you to talk down that isle.

His fingers were itching to feel you again. Though it had only been a little under 24 hours since he had last seen you, it had felt like an eternity when such a future was right around the corner.

And finally, you made yourself known, standing in the most beautiful gown with an array of colourful flowers in your hands — if it was even possible, Satoru grew more restless, watching as you approached, his smile stretching further across his face the closer you got.

The second you were stood directly opposite him, you handed over the bouquet to your maid of honour and grabbed his hands, which were hovering in the air between you, already waiting for your touch.

“You okay?” He whispered, the tiniest shimmer flashing in his eyes.

You nodded eagerly, barely able to stand as the day you had waited for with much anticipation, had finally arrived. “You?”

“I’m great. You look beautiful.” His voice remained low, leaving the conversation private for just the two of you.

Both of you wallowed in the euphoric wedding bliss, feeling as you might as well be the only two people in the room. All the moments you’d shared along the way, both good and bad, leading up to this moment where you would just get to unabashedly celebrate the love you shared.

His eyes, always so kind, gazing at you as if you were the only person in the world to him — no, not just that, but his sole purpose. Tenderly letting his thumbs travel across your knuckles, leaving trails of tingling sparks in the touch’s memory.

“You may now kiss the-“ the sentence never even came out in full before Satoru had swooped your frame into his arms, placing the long-awaited sign of his devotion on your plush lips, all your friends and family erupting in wild cheers.

People, who would always look the other way when the two of you indulged in your usual intense display of affection, were drying the corners of their eyes as you walked hand in hand down the decorated isle.

And for the entire evening, no one ever saw you apart. If people didn’t know any better, they would think you were sewn together.

When participating in small talk with guests together, he had his hand on your waist to pull you as close to him as possible, while you had a hand on his chest, constant light fiddling with the hem of his suit jacket.

But eventually you would end up in conversations with different people — but it still seemed impossible for you to let go of each other. Satoru was annoying talking to Nanami, left arm fully extended to hold onto your dainty fingertips. Your right arm, also extended as far as humanly possible, participating in a conversation separated from your husband.

It never fades away.

Through thick and thin, feeling the other skin against one’s own, even if it’s just the briefest touch of grasping fingertips, was always something you sought to seek safety.

Always touching.

Never apart.

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a/n just a cute little something. it's not my best work, but i just needed some satoru fluff bc i miss him dearly yk, and @/spookuna's flufftober event gave me some inspiration <3

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when they notice you haven’t been eating

Nanami, Gojo, Megumi and Suguru

(Will link part 2 later)

CHUU, imagine if gojo's baby who's still months old was seen holding a snake... Then Satoru goes panicking but then he saw the baby killed it by just gripping it 😭 (baby grips are HELLA strong) then Satoru tries to get it out of his baby's hands but he can't because of how strong the grip is 😭😭 and then he ends up getting his finger held by the baby and he can't remove it cuz his baby is so strong 😭

😭😭😭 okay let’s go!

“…what are you— oh my god!”

gojo stares in horror at the scene before him. it’s his baby son. and he… is holding the most dangerous thing a baby his age can be playing with, all the while blinking innocently at him.

a freaking snake.

“let that go!” he immediately scrambles over to pull that malignant being from his son’s hand. “let go!!”

but your son doesn’t seem to want to let it go easily as he frowns and grips the slimy animal even tighter. and so gojo can’t help dueling his son for the snake.

“it’s dirty! it’s poisonous too!” he rebukes his son, trying to make him listen to him. “if your mama sees this— she is going to cook you, and don’t think i’ll give you mochi either!”

perhaps hearing that his mama will get mad at him makes baby reconsider, as his grip on the snake loosens slightly. seeing his chance, gojo pulls the snake to him—

but then baby realizes it’s slipping off him so he yanks the snake back and—

snap! the snake snaps into two.

“the… heck?” gojo stares at the mutilated corpse of snake before him with utter shock, jaw dropping, before turning back to his son.

baby glares at him with great dissatisfaction, as if he just broke his favorite toy. “bwaaa!”

“oh lord, sweets. i need you here—!”

after cleaning and bathing his baby, your husband recounts the events to you with jumbled explanations, not moving his hand for an inch as he won’t risk his pinky finger— that is grabbed by your baby 💁🏻‍♀️

ᡣ𐭩 WHEN YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW

FEATURING: pm!reader (background & ability)

AGE: 22

AFFILIATION: port mafia

ABILITY: the room filled with sweet honey (mori mari)

an ability that allows the user to induce desired states into a target's mind & brain, causing short-term changes in emotions and sensations. the length and strength of the effect depends on the user's skill and the target's mental state, as the user isn't directly manipulating the target but rather putting them into a condition of self-perspective. the ability works passively to invoke contentedness in the people around them, keeping them lax and amiable unless something jars them out of the state. this can be fairly easily done through a sudden or unexpected event. repeated/overuse of this power can cause lasting and even permanent effects on targets. using the ability on multiple targets at once weakens the effects of the inducement. TLDR: she fucks with peoples brains

warnings for below cut: mentions of human/child trafficking (not reader), mentions of young members of the mafia being taught to use their bodies as tools, mentions of war & child soldiers, mentions of misogyny. i think that’s all, lmk if missed anything.

GENERAL WORLD BUILDING

Organizations

Three Deaths: led by Leo Tolstoy, Anton Chekov, and Maxim Gorky. A younger organization compared to most of the rest, the three warred with each other before uniting & creating the Three Deaths works very closely with the Port Mafia. Tolstoy & Reader are tight. Based in Eastern Russia.

Pale Flame: led by Vladimir Nabokov. Based in Western Russia.

The Red Chamber: led by Cao Xueqin. NOT on good terms with the Port Mafia. Based in China.

Sun and Steel: led by Yukio Mishima. Based in Tokyo. Port Mafia's biggest ally - they mostly handle narcotics trafficking, which the Port Mafia doesn't touch, so they don't often compete with one another.

The Scarlet Gang: led by Yasunari Kawabata. They were based in Osaka but reader drove them out while she was stationed in Kyoto, after that they moved to the Asakusa, where they're often vying against the Sun and Steel for territory.

The Family: led by Carlo Goldoni. I'm not going to get into them because they're the focus of the Fyozai series so you'll just have to wait and see. Based in Italy.

Children of the Air: led by Octavio Paz. Based in Mexico. Goes head to head with the Guild for territory pretty frequently.

The Devil's Church: Led by Joaquim Machado de Assis. Based in Brazil. Frequently deals with the Port Mafia.

Mainland Europe

This probably won't come up much in the pm!reader universe but it IS key to a character that's very formative on her, so i'm going to add it. When I build my series/worlds, I always have the mainland European countries as having a VERY strong anti-ability user sentiment. The mainland was where most of the fighting took place and the majority of the countries were ravaged by powerful ability users, so these countries are EXTRA hostile toward ability users, especially stronger ones, in a way that ability uesrs in Japan don't really ever have to deal with. In the mainland, ability users pretty much either end up 1) imprisoned, 2) with a criminal organization, 3) killed, or 4) trafficked.

^^ this is key in the fyozai series btw fun fact for those who are eventually going to read it.

FUN FACTS

yes, you read that right. the inspiration from this ability came from a work written by mori ogai's irl daughter. reader is not his daughter by blood, but he took her in from a young age and i thought it was a neat tie in

reader's ability is the most well-kept secret in the mafia. naturally because if other organizations learned that her ability fucks with their minds and leaves them more amiable to accepting shitty negotiation terms, the mafia would obviously lose their edge because they wouldn't want her at negotiations.

reader has been with mori since she was around 7/8 years old. he picked her up from a warzone while he was a general during the great war. her village had been caught in the crossfire of the war and she was the only survivor. he's the one who recognized she had an ability and started instructing her to train with it. she did in fact meet yosano a few times, but that's to be delved into in another fic. they're not on good terms.

from 14 to 16, reader was with kitada usurai in kyoto, learning from the older woman the intricacies of politics, negotiation and trade. kitada was one of the previous boss's executives—the irl kitada was actually one of kouyou's students, but in this fic, she mentored kouyou for a few years before leaving with reader for kyoto. there was a bit of bad blood between reader & kouyou in the past because of what happened to kitada.

chuuya and reader have a rlly complex relationship. they were each other’s first kiss & first time, but it was not like … romantic. as we’ve seen implied in canon w kyouka and dazai, it’s pretty clear that the younger members of the pm are taught to use their bodies as means to an end for strategic purposes. since pm reader was mentored by kitada (see above) for approx 2 years & chuuya was obviously mentored by kouyou, kouyou figured kitada trained her in the same way kouyou was trained (she was) and directed chuuya & reader to each other, advising them to learn with each other before bringing anything to the field, so they did. THIS is when chuuya started developing a crush on her but it faded after a few months, despite what dazai thinks, but obviously reader & chuuya both care very deeply for each other.

reader had her own partner from when she arrived in yokohama during dragon’s head to when she was 18 (itou! we met him in the bday fic). he was killed during a mission when she was 18. after itou's death (and most of her subordinates), she isolated herself, didn't take another partner or subordinate until after she left yokohama to deal with foreign politics, where she met 14/15 year old kid who was in a trafficking ring (klaus - we haven't met him yet, but he's gonna debut in civilian!dazai). nabokov "gifted" him to reader, and reader obviously had to accept the gift or risk insulting him—once she was done with her dealings with the pale flame, she told him that he could leave, but he ended up sticking around with her because he thought he'd end up back in another trafficking ring. by the time of present pm!universe, the two of them are very close, she rlly cares about him and he's incredibly loyal to her.

during their prime (17-18), chuuya, reader, & dazai were likened frequently to the biblical horsemen—war, conquest & death respectively. mori intended for q to take the place of the remaining horseman until he realized their ability was entirely out of control.

mori was inspired by natsume in his decision to use the three of them as the foundations for the future of the mafia. he found that the structure of three was the most stable for the protection of yokohama, and wanted to enact something similar within the mafia. his trifecta was having someone be the face of politics (reader), power (chuuya), and strategy (dazai). he thought that a future with dazai as the face of the mafia with reader's support on the political front and chuuya's on the battlefield would lead to a 'golden age' of the port mafia.

reader is sometimes referred to as hime by other members of the mafia. this is in reference to her relationship to mori. some people (ace, some members of the old regime) call her it mockingly, while others (hirotsu, the black lizards) are respectful with it. dazai calls her it whenever he wants to tease her. mori started with this nickname as a means to keep her tied to him—he's pretty obsessive in making sure she remains loyal to him, and this is just another way for him to force that over her. he became a lot more insistent with it at 16/17 when he realized that she's often looked down on by some of the other executives' subordinates because 1) not only is she a girl, but she’s a young one, and 2) she does not have an ability like chuuya or kouyou to back her. as far as any of them are aware, she doesn't even have an ability. so it also became his way of trying to "protect her" by ensuring the other subordinates knew that she was closely tied with him through the honorific.

wow sorry guys this took me ages to actually post LOL. please don’t plagiarize any of my world building 😔