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"Your eyes are mine"

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai X Fem!Reader

Request: "Can Dazai please slide down to the bottom of the bed and kiss my thighs nothing smut I just want him to hug and kiss my thighs🥺" ◜By dear @confusedempath ◞

Genre: Fluff

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Suggestive content (C'mon he's kissing your thighs there has to be some spices at least)

Word Count: 0.4K

Attention, is something that DAZAI always has all to himself; so it's only natural for him to feel abandoned when you're drowned so deep in that bloody book you're holding that you prefer it over the company of your beloved boyfriend.

Dazai pouts, a big, obvious pout that is hard to be overlooked by anyone- except for you of course; and tilts his head to the side, scanning your figure with apparent dissatisfaction. You're so cruel, ignoring him when he's craving your notice this badly, and you're much crueler for doing that while wearing the pair of knee socks he's bought for you.

Eyes brightening with delight, Dazai approaches you, kneeling down next to the bed while lightly caressing your ankle, earning a glance from you.

"Osamu?"

"Hmm?"

Pepper kissing your ankles, he smirks when he feels a light vibration coming from your body. His lips go all the way to your knee cap, relaxed when they finally get to have a taste of your skin rather than the fabric of your black socks. You on the other hand, are the complete opposite of relaxed. You feel nervous. Excited and nervous because you've been together with him for so long yet a single touch of his is enough to turn you into a blushing mess.

"You should spend more time with me, Belladonna..."

A soft hum escapes through his lips as the cozy warmness of your inner thigh caresses his cheeks. Dazai is crazy about your thighs, how soft and kissable they are and how you melt in his hands whenever he's touching them.

Mouth attacking your body, the thought of holding back from tasting the soft flesh doesn't even cross his mind, sucking the fuzzy feeling radiating from your body like a vampire who's been starved for blood. He doesn't need to look at your face; he knows your cheeks are crimson red and your body's yearning for him to touch you more, more more till there's no spot left that haven't been marked as his territory.

"You've got a weird look in your eyes, Belladonna. Do you perhaps want something from me? Hmm... You're this desperate for my touch huh? Then how come you didn't say anything? There's no way that book's that interesting to keep you from asking me? You know I never refuse you, sweetheart. Don't give me the puppy eyes now baby. I'm still a little offended you know?... Yet, I guess I can forgive you, if you put that book down and chat with me. Remember Bella, Your eyes are mine; nothing else deserves to be laid on by them when I'm around."

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With a reader who's not used to affection

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai, Chuuya X Fem!Reader

Request: "Could you do Chuuya, Dazai and any other characters ( idrc cus i'm pan ) of your choosing with a reader that's not used to affection and sometimes flinches / shivers in a reaction to them being touched :)" ◜By lovely anon!! ◞

Genre: Fluff

Format: Headcanons + Scenario

Warnings: Suggestive content

Word Count: 1.2K

↳Osamu Dazai

§ Dazai likes physical contact, and he also likes to tease; but he's a really understanding and loving partner once he starts a relationship with someone he loves too (Though it will take him a pretty long time to admit that he has real feeling for you but that's another story), so he won't be on the teasing part too much. Emphasis on "Too much". He will still tease you, brush his hand against yours when walking next to each other and eventually get a hold of it, surprising you with a light peck on your cheek especially if you're in public and rests his hand on your shoulder, all to see how your cheeks rose in light pink and of course, because he loves the feeling of your skin against his.

§ He won't force you into anything or suddenly throw himself on you (although he will get there eventually, that's inevitable lol); he starts from small, simple touches and takes his time, preparing you step by step until you fully get used to him touching you affectionately, and then he'll start touching you in his own ways hehe~ (stopping here, gonna keep this SFW)

§ Dazai is huge on kisses- He'll kiss you on the cheek while throwing some cheesy pick up line or a tatty compliment your way, planting small, wet kisses on your neck with his arms wrapped around you from behind in the morning when you're making breakfast for him, pepper kissing your face when you're all snuggled against him in bed at night; he'll leave you with no option other than to adapt to his touchy attitude because this man cannot keep his hands off you for a mere second, and also because you do like it, despite quivering every time he lays a hand on you.

§ Loves to see you struggle when you want to give him a kiss as well, but this feels all new and you still find it hard to express your love for him through affectional gestures. The expression you wear whenever he catches you off guard with a kiss or perhaps a surprise hug has him walking on air, because you are so cute and he can never ever get enough of you. He has mixed feelings because although he wants you to get used to his touch, he also loves the affect he has on you. Don't even get me started on the shivers.

The documents you were working on were complicated, wordy and required a lot of concentration; but you were dazed ever since you woke up that day, and your boyfriend's lips on your ear shell were not exactly "helping".

"Mhm... Why did you stop typing, Bella? I hope I'm not distracting you from your work"

Did he actually mean it? Well, you had doubts about that.

"You kinda are right now, Osamu.

Dazai let out a deep breath and smiled when you shivered as your skin warmed up, lips brushing against the crook of your neck and getting pleased when he felt you bating your breath.

"Why is that, baby? I'm just minding my own business right now"

What was his business? To distract you from your work, or to get you all tempted? It didn't really matter; because either way, he was going to get what he wanted.

You.

"Maybe you should take a break and cuddle with me. I've heard that cuddling with your boyfriend can really help you ease your mind and relax"

This was the exact kind of stuff he would deceive Kunikida to fill up his notebook with, but in your case, it was mostly true. You could never deny how warm you felt when he was around, nervous but the kind that would make your heart flutter as his fingers traced down your skin.

"Yeah... Maybe I should"

Dazai smiled when you turned around and cupped his face to pull him closer, feeling deeply satisfied; not because of the fact that he won again, but because he got to feel your soft, warm lips against his.

↳Chuuya Nakahara

§ Chuuya is an extremely understanding partner as well. Given that his love language is acts of service, he might not realize it at first sight, but after a while he'll get a clue. No matter how much you've let your guard down, gasping and literally jumping in your seat when he places a hand on your shoulder is not a normal reaction.

§ He's the type of guy to blame himself for things that ae not even his fault, and this also happens in this case. Maybe it's because you don't want him to touch you, maybe he makes you uncomfortable and a thousand of maybes and doubts fill his head and make him insecure about the whole situation. He gets a bit distance at first, to give you the space you want to yourself; a space where he assumes he doesn't belong to.

§ It eventually hits him after a while, and makes him sad. Why aren't you used to doting touches? Because you didn't get them much. As your boyfriend, he feels responsible; so he showers you with love and compliment, and perhaps a loving kiss on your forehead or a possessive grip around your waist when you're out in public.

§ Chuuya starts teasing you once he feels that you've gotten used to his soft touches; not as much as Dazai would but still, since he loves to fluster you and he's only human (Or maybe not, but we're not here to talk about that). He won't do PDA since the risk of his enemies targeting you is high, but when you're alone in his office, you're not allowed to sit anywhere else other than your special spot, his lap. Having his arm wrapped around you while he's doing paperwork has become a habit of yours. Whenever you enter the room you automatically head to his chair and make yourself comfortable on his lap, where you'll always be welcomed; even when he has so much work to do.

§ Sleeping in the same bed is pointless unless you're in his embrace, right? His arms will be wide open for you to bask yourself in the warmth of his chest, to feel safe and secure because he will protect you, no matter what.

A nice night in winter should starts with a tasty meal, a cup of hot cocoa and end with your head on your boyfriend's lap when he's sitting in front of the fire place; although that part wasn't exactly planned by you.

It's pleasant to feel Chuuya's bare hands once in a while, delicately tracing down your cheeks to your neck. An comfortable silence is present in the room because you're both too drowned in your thoughts; Him thinking about how soft your skin is, like a new born baby, and you thinking about how much you don't want this to end, given how hard you're trying to prevent yourself from dozing off.

It's a battle between you and him, to see if you can keep up when his fingertips are so gentle, tenderly drawing meaningless patterns on your skin, your hair or wherever they can reach. After a few minutes you finally give in, drifting to wonderland, defeated by Chuuya's love and care. In the middle of your sleep you can feel his arms getting wrapped around you to carry you to bed, smiling softly when you feel his figure next to you, planting a small kiss on your forehead.

Everything feels so new, but with him by your side, you've got nothing to be afraid of.

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Pregnancy Dramas

—Things you faced when you were carrying their child

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa, Fyodor, Kunikida X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Mainly Humor

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Pregnancy, Pregnancy problems, Cravings, etc

Word Count: 1.4k

↳Osamu Dazai

If anyone had told Dazai that he would eventually settle down with someone, he would have merely laughed at them; but there he was, standing next to the infirmary bed while looking at you, his beloved wife, who was carrying his baby.

You were now three months pregnant, your belly shaped into a cute bump. You both agreed to not know about the gender of your baby till it finally arrives, therefor, whenever you went to a sonography you only asked the doctor if the baby was ok and refused to gain any more information. You were feeling sick a while ago so Dazai hurried to the hospital to show you to a doctor, and now you were waiting for the result.

The doctor smiled at Dazai's worried face and put the sonography results on the desk. "You're very attentive toward your wife's health condition, but these kind of problems are common during pregnancy. I'll give you some medicine to kill the pain, though I assure you, all four of them are fine"

"Thank you so much, doc—"

You suddenly froze. Looking at your husband and catching a glimpse of his shocked face, you turned your face toward the doctor. "How... How many?"

"Ah, you're carrying triplets, right?"

Shit.

"T-there has to be some kind of mistake, sir" You were now stuttering over your words and Dazai was still silently staring at the doctor with the same expression. "I mean we didn't want to know anything about our baby until it's born but— TRIPLETS? MY FUCKING VAGINA IS GOING TO EXPLODE!"

"I'll... give you a minute..."

As the doctor left the room, you covered your mouth with your hand. "Aren't you going to say something...?"

"I... guess we'll have to ask Kunikida to be the godfather..."

"So that we raise the kids with his money?"

"Yeah"

"Well, sounds like a plan"

↳Chuuya Nakahara

"Sob* this cake is sob* delicious..."

Chuuya had always had a hard time understanding people around him since they were all a bunch of weirdos, and ever since you showed him the result of your pregnancy test, he couldn't really get you either.

"Yeah... I would have believed you if you weren't crying while eating it" He shook his head with disappointment as he reached for the cake tray, but you snatched it away and shot him a threatening look. "DON'T YOU DARE EAT MY CAKES. THEY'RE ALL MINE!"

"Ok ok, geez..."

"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"

"Nothing! Eat your cakes!"

"Don't tell me what to do! I eat my cakes whenever I want to!"

"Do whatever you want y/n"

You shoved the rest of the cakes in your mouth, and your sobs got even louder. "I'm sob* gonna get nom nom* fat... Waaaa this is so tasty... sob*"

Chuuya thought of leaving the room, but that could make you even angrier.

"It's all your fault that I'm fat since you're the one who got me pregnant in the first place!"

"I'm not complaining baby doll, you look even prettier like this..."

"SO NOW YOU WANT ME TO BE FAT?"

"My god that's not what I fucking meant!"

During these few months, you had become overly sensitive and moody. He really was the one to blame— Chuuya did knew that; but sometimes he lost control and snapped out, like now. Though the second he saw your teary eyes, he sighed and leaned to plant a kiss on your cheek. "I'm sorry honey... What can I do to make you feel better?"

"...More cakes please?"

↳Fyodor Dostoevsky

You were lying on the couch and Fyodor was sitting on the floor with his head on your belly, wearing a soft smile that made your heart flutter. He had become extra sweet with you since the day you got pregnant, so despite all the pain and trouble you were going through, you didn't want these days to be over.

"Are you sure she's going to kick?" he held your hand gently and lightly kissed your palm.

"Positive. I mean, I kinda have the feeling... You know, motherly instinct and stuff..."

"Then I shall wait a little longer" He closed his eyes and started stroking your hand with his thumb. You couldn't help but to reach out for his cheek with your free hand to caress it, and you almost died when he leaned to your touch.

"Fedya..." "I love you too, my darling"

Then it happened.

A light kick indirectly hitting his head, announcing her presence to her daddy.

Fyodor smiled, a dazzling one that was rare and charming to the eye, and looked at your belly. "My... Our baby is a wild one. That was one aggressive kick"

"I'm sure she's just impatient" Giggling softly, you patted your belly. "She's not aggressive, she only wants to arrive soon. Our baby will be an angel"

"She will be; she takes after her mother, after all"

You closed your eyes at the feeling of his lips pressed against your forehead, thankful for your lovely family. You went through a lot to get to this moment, but you could never regret it even one bit. Not when you have Fyodor, and your soon-to-be-born baby.

↳Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

Safe and sound sleeps had always been a stranger to Akutagawa. Growing up in the slums, he had to sleep with his eyes open so that he would be ready when a threat came along; and even though he was not living in the slums anymore, he still couldn't get much of a sleep.

You wouldn't let him.

"Ryuu" You shook him lightly, watching as his nose scrunched up with annoyance. He seemed put out and he didn't even open his eyes, talking to you with a low, husky voice. "What?"

"I want fried chicken"

You observed him as his eyes shot open and stared at your serious face with disbelief. He looked kind of shocked, and you wondered if he was familiar with the term "Craving".

"Y/n it's 4am" He sounded unsure. "All of the stores have closed by now"

"I'm pregnant with a seven months old baby Ryuunosuke, I don't care if it's 4am"

"Well I'm not going out right now either" He closed his eyes again, trying to go back to sleep; but your sudden remark suddenly sobered him up.

"Fine then, I guess I'll just have to eat you instead of the chicken"

Your tone was not humorous, nor it was threatening. It was more like you were announcing your next steps if you don't get your way.

"I don't think I'm enough to satisfy you. I'm all bones, barely any flesh"

"Then I'll eat your sister. She's not as skinny as you. She's living next door, isn't she?"

Looking at you again, Akutagawa searched for a hint of humor in your eyes to confirm that you were joking; but all he saw was a dangerous gaze, shooting out of a hungry, pregnant woman's vicious eyes.

"...I'll go get my coat"

↳Doppo Kunikida

"Y/n? Where are you?"

Hearing your husbands voice, you get up and exit the bedroom to greet him at the front door of your apartment. You announced your pregnancy to him last night, making him thrilled to bits. After celebrating with you, he had started planning out the ideal schedule for the nine months ahead. He had left you hours ago to go shopping for necessary items, and now he was finally back.

"Welcome home, Anata" You pecked him on the cheek. "So? What did you buy? Lemme see them"

The blonde smiled and took your hand, dragging you inside the living room to sit on the couch. He then started taking his purchases out of the shopping bags, explaining about them with slight excitement.

"This is a medicine to help you stop vomiting, this device is baby sleep that would inform us when the baby wakes up in it's room, and these are some clothes that I bought for the baby. I tried to buy neutral clothes since we still don't know the gender of our baby"

"Oh Doppo, I think it's still too soon to buy some of these" You chuckled and took the small shirt to have a better look of it. Its small size made you feel butterflies in your stomach. You were having a baby that probably looked like your husband. You finally had a family of your own. Nothing could stop you from being happy. Nothing...

"And these are for when your body gets bigger"

You looked at the pregnancy pants in his hands. "When my body gets bigger?"

"Yes"

NOTHING CAN STOP YOU FROM BEING HAPPY.

"Your ankles are gonna swell, your breast are gonna get bigger, even your face might get a bit out of shape in the last month. Your cheeks might bloat as well too. There will also be stretch marks on your belly, and your vagina might dilate if you choose not to have a caesarean... ARE THOSE TEARS IN YOUR EYES??"

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Love Like Cherry Blossoms

—Osamu Dazai X Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n is a normal citizen with a normal life. Everything in her life goes as planned; work, home, eat, sleep and back to work; but things suddenly change when she switches bodies with a member of the ADA, by accident.

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut, Fantasy, Humor

Warnings: Mentions of female body parts, Dazai being a creep, language

Word Count: 2.4K

A/n: From now on, I will use she/her pronouns for Dazai and he/him for reader.

Series Masterlist ⇝ Part Three

"So?"

The young woman slowly tilts her head to the side, sending a relatively sharp gaze toward her boss who's sitting in front of her behind his fancy ass desk.

"So?!"

"So Why did you call me in the middle of work hours? I doubt that the reason is to stare at each other's faces!"

The manager closely examines the woman's face. Her h/c hair is perfectly curled as always, her makeup is light and heartwarming though it's not as nice as ever due to her mascara spreading under her eyes, her face is decorated with a soft smile that he is used to see every time she arrives at the café; everything looks soothing and normal.

Then, why the hell is she creeping the shit out of him ever since that bloody accident?

"Listen y/n, the reason I called you to my office was that... We got a few complains from a couple of customers"

"Oh? What does it have to do with me?"

"The complains were about you"

The man holds a small ipad in front of her, shrinking his hand when she slowly takes it to avoid any type of physical contact. Y/n however is calm, her smile extending as she reads the unpleasant remarks about herself.

NekoChan42: Have you guys seen that barista from Kiyomi coffee house? She had an accident a few weeks ago and now that she's recovered... She looks weird.

DaishouKoganeeee: Tell me about it! Yesterday I went there to order a cup of Turkish coffee, but she didn't even take my order! Said that she was busy at the moment; busy with grabbing her boobs and smirking at the sight like a fucking creep.

HelpI'm6feetunder: Well can't really blame her, I would have done the same if I had access to those boobs...

Y/n smirks as she places the device on the desk, pushing it toward the manager without making any attempt to break eye contact. It's unlikely for her to be this relaxed in a situation like this, given how frightened she used to get every time he called her to his office. She's actually one of the best workers he has ever hired; always on time, always wearing a nice smile and a nice attitude toward the customers, it's the reason why the café is so busy ever since she was hired; because nobody can resist that pretty smile and that angelic look of hers, not even the manager himself.

When she remains silent for a while, the man has to speak up in order to break the tension filling the room. "Well? Care to explain yourself?"

"I am surprised that you're scolding me for this sir" The woman's voice sounds really confident, maybe too much for someone who's caught checking out her own body in front of other people. "I mean... How you ever even touched women's breasts in your life?"

"Excuse me?" The manager looks irritated, not only because she's saying such lewd things in front of him, but because she actually has a point.

"Those soft comfy meatballs that make the most important curves of a woman's body, making all men drool over how stunning she looks in a fine black dress, showing off those flawless creations... Ah! They really are god's masterpiece."

It's odd to be both touched and petrified at that sensual little speech of hers, but it's what the manager's feeling at the moment.

A few knocks on the door earns the manager's attention. He spares a glance at y/n, granting the permissions for the interrupter to come in.

It's Asami, the cashier. "Ah, sorry for intrusion; but can you dismiss y/n? We're short-staffed today because Amane is on her day off, so we really need y/n right now"

The manager actually feels at ease. He's not sure if he wants to keep up with this conversation, so he might as well grab the opportunity to free himself from this state. "Sure, we will continue this later"

With a small bow, the woman exits the office, heading to counter while fixing her apron. Asami hurriedly shoves the coffee tray in her hand. "C'mon c'mon, take this coffee to table three. He's been waiting for almost fifteen minutes"

Table three. It's placed at the corner of the café that has dim lights, and doesn't really stand out. It's the perfect place for lovey dovey couples, and also for someone who wants to avoid attention.

As the woman approaches the table, the sight of the brunette catches her eye. She can only see his back, but only from that she can tell how uncomfortable he's due to his figure being so stiff, something that scarcely happened to her when she was... him.

She keeps smiling. The atmosphere is so drastic yet she doesn't lose any bit of her calm, placing the coffee on the table. The man looks up from the table and stares at the woman, looking shocked. It's not like he didn't expect her here— he was actually waiting for her to deliver her order; he just isn't used to seeing his own body standing in front of him.

"Well hello there, y/n" The woman flashes him a soft smile. "To what do I own the pleasure?"

The mans expression is not surprised anymore. There are fade shades of anger and threat in his eyes, and he looks like he's about to pull out a gun from his pocket and kill her right on the spot.

"We need to talk."

"There you are, you bandage wasting machine"

Bandage wasting machine. A name that he's been called ever since he woke up from coma.

Y/n does not expect to be called by his own name, but being called by a name rather than insults is not much to ask for.

Kunikida has been keeping an eye on you since the day you opened your eyes from your long, stressing sleep. He is always monitoring your actions carefully, shoving the medicine in your mouth claiming that you'll lie about taking it again, suspiciously asking you if your report was written by yourself or you made poor Atsushi to do it again, repeatedly saying you have smacked your head against a wall or something...

This Dazai person must have been a real pain in the ass, and now that she's got a hold of your body, you're not very eager to take it back; because god knows what hell of a mess is waiting for you in your own life.

You couldn't come up with any other excuse better than coming down with sudden amnesia. It was stupid and typical, but strangely, they all bought it. It wasn't even luck— you strongly doubt that luck is in anyway involved with this person, but it was weird how a couple of as sharp as a tack detectives believed your crap, since you've never been much of a skillful liar.

Not that you're exactly complaining though.

Looking to your left, your eyes set on the white-haired boy's sympathetic smile. He's been the most considerate one around, the only person that never gives you a hard time and is the only normal person around here.

Ah, normality.

You have to do many things to seem normal. You have to carry a suicide book that gives you the creeps literally everywhere with you, have to wear a roll of bandages although your skin itches underneath them and you're tired of replacing them with new one— which is something that Dazai herself probably avoided to, in the mornings, you have to annoy the poor blonde man and mess with his habit of writing down everything in his apparently pricey book; and these are not a peace of cake to you, at all.

Yet you have no choice but to play along with the rhythm.

Kunikida's voice takes you out of zone, bringing you back to reality. "I'm heading to a mission with Atsushi. Since all the other employees are off to do their own tasks and no one's here, I need to make sure that you'll be alright by yourself"

You really want to protest and give him an earful; but honestly, can you even blame him? Dazai wouldn't be alright by herself. She probably would set the whole building on fire and by the time his coworkers arrive there would be nothing but ashes left.

"...You've been acting odd lately. Decent, responsible, it's not really you. I hope it's not one of your stupid tactics before a suicide attempt"

The guy is just worried about his friend.

Although he just mentioned that your acting skill haven't been up to much, you don't hold back from smiling at your— no, his colleague. "I'm alright, Kunikida. I am thankful for your concern, but nothing's going on. I guess I'm just... ah... trying to be a better version of myself? You know... since I nearly died and now I value life..."

A pile of crap indeed. Dazai Is probably asking women to commit suicide with her at the moment. You won't be surprised if you find yourself to be known as a lesbian when you get back into your own body.

Kunikida won't buy it, you think to yourself; but the knot on his eyebrows slowly fading away prove you wrong.

"I certainly hope that's the case... Well then, we're off"

After a week, you're finally alone by yourself.

There's nothing much to do around here. You don't understand anything of their work and you try not to get involved as much as possible. It's obvious that Dazai was good at what she did since people are looking up to you to get back to work, but you aren't Dazai. You're just a barista.

You get up and stretch your arms, deciding to give the café downstairs a visit. At least there are some people there and you don't have to be alone in this dangerous place anymore. God knows what kind of ability user will barge in and take your head. You're aware of Dazai's nullifying ability and you know martial arts yourself, but none of them would be enough to stop the trespasser, or at least that's what you think.

As you take the stair to the first floor, your first time at the café comes into your mind. Kunikida told you to act decent— no, it was more like threatening you not to flirt with the waitress or he will roll up his sleeves and have the honor of beating the shit out of your ass himself.

All you know is that Dazai was a playboy, an irresponsible man who never took care of himself and made everyone else worry about him, a smarty pants who apparently had a lot of enemies after his blood, and basically, a menace to the society.

"Welcome, Mr. Dazai"

It's the waitress, standing behind the counter with a warm smile. She looks as pretty and lively as always, making you suddenly wonder if you can actually blame Dazai for setting his eyes on her. She was gorgeous.

"Is there anything you would like to eat?"

Kunikida always picked up the tab, so it actually feels weird to come here alone. You're usually the one who prepares the orders, not the other way around.

"Some tea would be nice" "I will get it right away"

The waitress heads to the kitchen after politely nodding, leaving you alone with your thoughts. How did this even happen in the beginning? How long are you going to be in this body? Is there anyway to get back? Or are you trapped here for the rest of your life? Because that would be a nightmare. The salary here is higher than it was in your previous job, but you don't know what to do here. This position isn't made for you. All you can do is just helping out regular employees to organize paperwork, but that still won't save you from being a target. Everything is risky here.

Ability users scare you. You've never been involved with one before, and now you're literally one of them. It's a huge step. Too much.

"Here's your tea sir"

The small sound caused by the cup placing on the wooden counter is delightful.

"Thank you! How much is it?"

Oh.

Dread finds its way to the woman's face as he turns back to look at you with disbelief and shock.

Great. What the fuck did I do this time?

"You... want to... pay?"

You're now as shocked as her. It can't be... so this dumbass never paid for himself?

"Eh... yes"

"Oh that's great news!" She sounds a little too happy. "I was actually going to mention the life insurance again, but it's great to see you finally deciding to pay!"

Dazai... I'm going to murder you.

You beam modestly, taking a sip from the cup.

"In that case... Will you also pay your debt anytime soon?"

The damn drink shoots out of your mouth. Of course there's a debt.

You literally want to slam your head against the wall, but something stops you. This Dazai person has a lot of shit going on. Maybe you could help her a bit by helping her to get out of the red. Thankfully, it's the beginning of the month and your credit card is not empty yet; so you reach out for your wallet, happy with this charity-like gesture as you open it to hand in the money.

"I will. How much should I pay?"

"Thank you so much for finally doing this! Well, the total of your six months debt comes to..."

Your jaw drops.

"What?"

The waitress flashes you a weird look. She was surprised when you didn't hit on her like you— Dazai usually did, and how your attitude has changed so much, but you are still intelligent, right? You must've known that your debt is huge since you didn't pay for your meals for six months.

Except that you don't have a clue about anything, and you're literally about to rage.

"How— What— When— Are you fucki— That's what I make in almost a year! Just— Bye!"

You run. You just run out of the café, humiliated. You know where you're going. Oh, you gotta inform her that she has one more enemy now. You're going strangle her. You're going to kill her! You don't even care if that would be in her favor because she'll get to die by the hands of you, a woman. Can you even be counted as a woman anymore?

Fuck this shit. I'm gonna give her a peace of my mind.

Which brings you to your current situation.

Dazai is looking at you with an annoying smirk, and you don't know if you want to punch your own face or not.

"Sit the fuck down, you fucking creep"

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Me & my hubby!

—When you accidentally introduce your boyfriend as your husband

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Ranpo, Akutagawa, Jouno X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Suggestive content in Dazai's

Word Count: 1.6K

A/n: This is very rushed so sorry if its not well written

↳Osamu Dazai

As the door of the fitting room opened, your boyfriend came into sight. The white tuxedo hugged his slim frame perfectly, making his tall figure stand out even more. The color had given him an elegant look, which nearly made you wonder if he was the playful guy you were dating.

Dazai smirked as he picked up on your stun and flashed you a cheeky smirk. "Like what you see, Bella? You're staring a little too hard you know~"

Suddenly the fitting room seemed like the perfect place to show him how much you actually liked his new look. It didn't matter if you made a mess out of the tux, since you were about to buy it anyway.

"Oh Osamu... You should wear white more often"

"Everything alright here?"

The salesclerk was checking up on you with a warm smile.

"Ah yes! We would like to buy this one. It looks gorgeous on my husband"

You didn't exactly pay attention to your words, but seeing Dazai's eyebrows jump in surprise made you question your statement, and...

Oh.

Anxiety washed over you as you weren't exactly unfamiliar with your partner's commitment issues, but much to your surprise, Dazai wasn't upset nor terrified; his huge ass grin was showing off his joy and flatter.

"I'm her husband!"

For god's sake.

The salesclerk on the other hand was looking at you oddly, probably questioning her life choices.

"Ah, ok. Well then would you mind taking the tuxedo off? I'll wrap it up for you"

A snicker left your boyfriend's lips as he pulled you close by your waist. "Sure, but I might need my wife's help to take my clothes off. Will you be kind enough to help me out, Anata?"

"Oh shut up already!"

↳Chuuya Nakahara

One of the benefits of working at the same organization was that when your boyfriend had a mission overseas, you could go with him.

You had just arrived to your hotel after a five hour flight, which made you tired as hell since you couldn't sleep on the airplane. Although that wasn't enough to lessen your excitement for going on what could be some kind of a trip after you finish the job.

"Have you made a reservation beforehand ma'am?"

"No, it was kind of rushed. Would that be a problem?"

The receptionist shook his head to the side. "Not at all. Lucky for you, we still have some rooms available"

The door of the hotel opened and Chuuya came in, approaching you with your luggage in his hand. You looked back at the receptionist. "Great! Then I'd like a room for two people. We're going to be here for a while since my husband needs to take care of some stuff from work; right, honey?"

Chuuya froze in the spot and a light shade of crimson appeared on his cheeks. This was definitely unexpected. It made him feel butterflies in his stomach in a good way and somehow questioned all the logic that made him avoid thinking about the future of your relationship.

"Well your husband doesn't seem to be sure" The receptionist commented in a humorous way. "Alright then, here's your key"

On the way to your room there was a silence that couldn't exactly be marked as "uncomfortable". Chuuya was wearing a warm smile yet so drowned in his thoughts that you refused to take him out of his zone. However, when you reached the door, he suddenly lifted you up, making you suddenly gasp and gaze at him with astonishment.

"What are you doing?"

"What a good husband is supposed to do"

The familiar beam was back on his face.

"I'm carrying my wife to our shared hotel room"

↳Ranpo Edogawa

"Ranpo! You can't eat this whole cake!"

Going to the bakery had become some sort of tradition since you and your boyfriend started dating. You went there every afternoon, tasted the new pastries, you lectured him to not get carried away and he stopped you by shoving a cookie in your mouth. That was pretty much repetitive, except that something extra was coming along today.

"I can and I will. That's why it's called sample y/n" He munched on his cheesecake, delighted by the sweet taste lingering in his mouth.

"Well Mr. detective, It's a sample so you should just take one bite and then move on! If you like it then just buy one!"

The baker chuckled and walked toward you. She knew you since you were regulars there, and she had enough respect for the president to not throw a tantrum over a few pieces of cake. "It's alright Miss y/n. Let the man eat his sweets"

"You don't understand ma'am! My husband eats way too much sweets and that's not healthy at all! What if he comes down with diabetes or something?!"

Ranpo stopped chewing for a brief second and looked at you from the corner of his eye. The lady on the other hand, was more excited than shocked. "You got married? Oh! Congratulations! It's nice to know that Mr. Ranpo has finally settled down!"

You didn't know if you should correct yourself or hide your red cheeks. "I— I meant that— " "Please have some more cake! They're on the house. Consider them a gift from me"

As she left you alone, you finally turned to your boyfriend to see his reaction, which was exactly the way you expected it to be; smug and playful. "Ah, I went into this marriage with so much hope"

"Oh grow up!"

↳Fyodor Dostoevsky

"How's your steak honey?" You asked, looking at your boyfriend with curiosity. He had been taking bites reluctantly, swallowing without actually tasting the meat.

"It's burnt to a crisp, even though I ordered it medium rare" He gently wiped his mouth with the napkin, placing the cutlery on the table. You gave the dish a once over and flagged the waiter down. After a while he approached your table. "Is there a problem, ma'am?"

"Yes. My husband ordered his steak medium rare and as you can see, this is not what he asked for"

My... Husband?

"Eh, so... He'd like his steak... Medium rare... Please?" Awkwardness was hitting you and you really didn't want to be alone with Fyodor right now, but unfortunately, you were on a date and there were no way to escape from it.

The waiter excused himself after apologizing and taking the plate back to the kitchen. He did find your sudden change of expression odd, but he didn't say anything since he wasn't asking for less tip. However, Fyodor was completely ready to bring it up. You could tell that based on his grin, but you were doing your best not to face him at that moment.

Not that it was enough to stop him.

"How's your pasta Mrs. Dostoevsky?" "Fedya! Stop!"

↳Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

Getting sick on valentine's day was not originally your plan, but at least you got to visit the doctor together. You were now waiting for the secretary to call your names.

"How long should we wait?"

Covering your mouth with a tissue, you lightly coughed. "Anytime now. All the people ahead of us went inside"

Akutagawa glanced at the door of the doctor's office and nodded. He had made a reservation at your favorite restaurant today and was planning to take you to some place nice afterwards, get on one knee and ask you to spend the rest of your life with him, but you suddenly got sick. It's not like he could be mad at you. It was not your fault, but... It seemed like the perfect opportunity. The perfect day for a memorable gesture...

"Mrs. Akutagawa! You're up"

Akutagawa.

She was referring to you, with his last name.

You had introduced yourself as Akutagawa. He was sure you did it accidentally since your face was redder than a tomato now, but still, he never thought hearing it would feel so... special.

The raven-haired man held your hand and leaded you to the doctors office, a ghost of a smile spread on his face. He might've lost the chance to propose now, but it's not the end of the world. You're stuck with him and not going anywhere, so he would try to make the perfect plan for a perfect proposal, for the perfect girl.

↳Saigiku Jouno

"Are you sure this is the store?" Your boyfriend crossed his arms.

"For the thousandth time! Yes!" "Well, you were also sure that you knew my size but it turns out you were wrong" "Ugh! Let's just get inside!"

Thanks to his job, Jouno was always on endless missions and barely had time to rest, let alone go shopping. You this T-shirt when you were walking by and you just couldn't help but to imagine your boyfriend in it. It might've cheered him up if it was his size.

The clerk recognized you the second you set foot in the store. "Oh hi ma'am! Welcome back!"

"Hi Amaya. Thank you. So, remember how I was not sure if the T-shirt was my boyfriend's size?"

She only nodded with a forced smile, because how could she forgot? You spent fifteen minutes staring at the T-shirt, wondering if it would fit him.

"Well, it wasn't" Jouno's smile got wider and you sighed. "Yeah yeah, I admit it. I don't know what size is suitable for my husband. I'm the worst partner ever. Can we please change this one and leave?"

"I don't understand ma'am"

For real? You just can't take a break.

"I'm saying that the T-shirt was too big for him!" "Yeah I got that, but I thought he was your boyfriend?" "What do you mean you— oh!"

No.

No no no no no no no no.

Jouno's smirk was still on, and now with a little smugness. He was clearly enjoying himself.

"If this is your way of proposing, it's really lame" "Oh shut up you big jerk!"

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TW: Ass spanking, Dazai harassment, reposted since I accidentally deleted the original post😭

"I'm not exactly sure if I wanna have this conversation with you"

Standing in front of the desk, DAZAI chuckled as he leaned over to have a bigger influence on his coworker. Mischief was sparkling in his hazel eyes, and the smile he had on was known to be a symbol of his goofiness.

"You see Kunikida, I'm just sad for all the things you're missing out on"

Kunikida didn't even raise his head to look at him. He merely kept typing his —actually Dazai's— report while postponing beating the shit out of him, partly for the report and partly for the sake of their current conversation. Regardless of his lack of interest, Dazai joyfully continued rambling in his ear about women.

"If there's one thing I find tolerable in this dull, unamusing world, it's definitely the ladies. Ah, when my eyes fall on their enchanting faces and they smile at me, the pleasure is like sucking the soul out of my restless frame"

"...That doesn't sound healthy or charming at all, Dazai"

"You don't get it!" The brunet dramatically shook his head to the side. "I guess you never will, until you fall in the grasp of their delicate arms, and taste their sweet chap stick"

"If you don't shut up I will smack you with this laptop"

"Ah the second your lips lock, she softly hums and loses herself into you, hands travelling on your neck to your earlobe, And you only sigh and softly bite her bottom lip. And then my favorite part, which is when you gently lower your hands on his waist and squeeze her—"

Slap!

Suddenly, silence was the loudest thing in the room instead of his partner's voice, and this uncalled for event made Kunikida look up to see what caused this enjoyable occurrence, only to be met with Dazai's dumbfounded expression and widened eyes pointing at you, who was standing behind him, holding your hand with an irritated face.

"Ouch! That hurt! Your thin ass is just bones ain't it?"

Dazai was still lost for words, speechlessly looking back at you. You on the other hand, simply rolled your eyes and walked away. "Huh! I guess you really are just an asshole. You bony ass better not have broken my fucking hand"

Nobody spoke for a minute. The man put an arm on his ass and tried to figure out what the hell had just happened, when he heard the blonde's teasing voice.

"I think you should start saving for a butt implant"

Baby Boy Darling!

—Your boyfriend turning into a little baby? What are you going to do with him?

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai, Ranpo, Jouno X Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Drabble

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.8K

A/n: Mildly rushed but acceptable ig!

↳Osamu Dazai

"You know... I don't think this is a good choice for a bedtime story"

The little infant in your arms looked at you curiously. He wasn't old enough to make any sounds other than crying, but the martyred expression he was wearing and his firm grip on your thumb displayed his intention with no complicacy. Nevertheless, that didn't stop you from putting the suicide manual on the nightstand.

"Now now, don't look at me like that. I'm a good babysitter, and a good babysitter doesn't teach babies ways to kill themselves"

You gently caressed his puffy cheeks. "I'm also a generous babysitter, which is why I don't slap your hand away when you grab my boobs"

His gaze fell on his small chubby hand that was trying to get a hold of your breast. It was a good thing you had a T-shirt on, or with the way he was trying to cup them they would've been bleeding by now.

"I'm sorry honey, I don't think you can hold them anymore. Your hands are just too tiny!"

He whined and pouted in response.

"I know! I'm sad too. C'mon, smile a little for me will you? Smile for your mommy"

If he was still an adult, he would have rolled his eyes and smiled, but he wasn't. He was just a cranky baby who was probably planning your murder in his cute little head.

"Get it? Mommy? I'm your mommy! God you didn't have a sense of humor when you were a child did you? I miss my kind, loving boyfriend"

He looked at you unfazedly.

"Alright, how about I sing you a song? Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you aaaaaaaa— ah!?"

Dazed, you looked down at your baby boyfriend with widened eyes, only to find him staring back at you while his mouth was on your right breast. He was trying to suck on it, but that wasn't easy when it was covered with two layers of clothes, your bra and your T-shirt. Your eyebrows jumped in surprise.

"Wow, you still like the right one better?"

↳Fyodor Dostoyevsky

"So this is the power imbalance they were talking about huh?"

The violet eyed infant stares at you blankly, having a "it won't be this way for long" look in his eyes. You're holding him in front of you while sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing the cheekiest grin you could ever wear.

"No wonder you were so crazy about it. Having somebody wrapped around your finger... feels awesome!"

Still the same bored look.

"giving me the cold shoulder now? I'm just using simple logic to prove my point-which is also what you used to do. I'm saying that from this moment, you're totally and completely dependant on me"

Fyodor tilts his head to the side and gives you a weird look, tempting you to imitate his gesture. A strong feeling is causing you to brag about the current situation and tease him, and you're willingly giving into it.

"Alright. Since I'm the one in charge now, I'm setting a few ground rules. No more acting all workaholicly and staying up until late. No more skipping meals, mister. Im gonna feed you with my special milk, hehehe~ Also, I've got some confessions to make"

It's probably a bad decision to bring these up right now, but you're too captured in the heat of the moment to realize that.

"Ok. I've been trying to tell you this for quite a while. The truth is... I'm pregnant"

The unfazed look is still on.

"Yeah, that was a lie. The real truth is... I was the one who ate all your snacks"

Still no change in his expression.

"...But I assume you already know that. Ugh, keeping secrets from you is such a pain... could you not figure me out for just once?"

Fyodor doesn't seem very eager to respond. He's already very annoyed with how things have turned out and is not really in the mood to joke around. You come to that conclusion when he touches your forearm with his chubby little hand.

"You're gonna activate your ability and kill me, aren't you?"

↳Nikolai Gogol

"Quiz time!!"

Your baby boyfriend whines in annoyance.

"Who's gonna get paid one in his own coin and suffer like I did every time he teased me?"

You flash him a cocky smirk, matched with the way you're looking at him from above as he's lying on the bed. You're standing next to the bed, happier than you could ever be, planning all the steps of your revenge as you trash talk to him.

"That's right. It's no one but youuuuu! Hahahahaha!!"

Nikolai wants to prove to you that he's still strong and nobody can defeat him, but he realizes there's noway he can imply that other by a sulky attitude, which he reluctantly suffices to.

You hold his favorite snack in front of him and shake it, smiling wildly. "Come on darling! Have some! Eh? What are you waiting for? Awwwww! You can't? Then I'll help myself!"

You shoved the entire thing in your mouth and laughed hysterically.

"Nom nom* tastes nom* heavenly! No wonder you never let me have a bite!"

Nikolai is starting to feel a little guilty now. He didn't know that his teasings have made you a spiteful whore.

"You hate babies so much, and now you are one! That's the scariest punishment itself! Can you feel the power of karma? It's a bitch, ain't it? Well, now that you can't talk anymore, I have something to say to you!"

You bend over until there's a small gap between you, pointing at his tiny figure. The bullying attitude is all gone and instead, there's soft glare lying in your eyes.

"I want one of these. Give me one when you get back, Kolya"

You're wrong. This is the scariest punishment.

↳Saigiku Jouno

"Thank you for the meal!"

Jouno is upset. There are many unfortunate things happening for him at the moment. He doesn't like to be a baby. He doesn't want to be unable to do anything other than crying, pooping, eating and sleeping. More importantly, he doesn't want to feel your teeth on his cheeks.

"Mhm, so soft and squishy!" You smile sweetly and look at his puffy cheeks, stained with your bite marks in crimson. "I could just eat you up now, 'giku. You taste so sweet!"

Anyone who hears this would be happy and blush slightly, but Jouno wasn't one of them, as he tilts his head and looks away, having the most adorable pout on his lips.

Grumpy as always.

"C'mon now, it's not that bad! Look on the bright side! Everyone will have to do everything for you since you can't do it yourself"

Jouno tilts his head back, his eyebrows jumped in surprise.

"Right, that wasn't a really good example of the bright side"

Sighing, you lay next to him on the matress, hands traveling through his white locks. His muscles relax a little bit as he gives into your warmth, nuzzling his head in your chest. You hum with a soft beam, inhaling his baby scent.

"You smell very nicely too, 'giku. Don't be too depressed about this. It's not the end of the world. We'll find a way to turn you back eventually. Plus..."

You lightly pat his back, pressing a lingering kiss on his forehead. "I can have you all to myself, since you can't go on any missions and leave me here all alone anymore"

Yeah, Jouno thinks, maybe it's not that awful after all.

↳Ranpo Adogawa

"Ouch! Why you- let go of my hair you aggressive baby!"

Ranpo cries a whine out and pulls your hair harder, leading you to scream back even louder.

"Stop it! What is wrong with you? I dont care how upset you are, I'm not gonna give you any sweets- ow ow ow!! Ranpo- I said let go of my fucking hair you dumbass!"

Your angry shout startles the dark haired baby. It's not just that he's little, you'd never talked like this to him before. Slowly loosening his grip on your hair, he starts sobbing quietly, covering his face with his chubby hands. This breaks your heart.

"Nooo... I'm sorry sweetie! Mommy- Aunty- god I dont even know what I am to you anymore! Whatever- I'm sorry ok? But you can't eat sweets baby boy, you're smart enough to know that, right?"

Smart enough to know that?? Huh!

Ranpo sees right through your little plan. He knows all these little tricks inside out- hell he was the one who taught you all of them; but what pisses him off is how it's working on him even though he knows your true intention.

The smirk you've been holding back shamelessly appears on your face when he wears a serious expression, nodding like someone who's given an important task and is determined to do it carefully and correctly, then points at your boobs.

Your smile instantly fades away.

"Shit. I'm not doing that"

↳Chuuya Nakahara

"Your struggle is hilarious to me"

Baby Chuuya watched you with a threatening glare. He was clearly unhappy about this situation, and you enjoying his frustration was not going to help him at all.

"I know you really need it right now, but honestly, I don't think your little tummy can digest that"

Merely ignoring you, he tried to open the bottle of wine he was struggling to hold with his chubby feet; but every time he pulled, the bottle would slip out of his not so tight grasp. He couldn't use his ability on it, since the bottle would sink into his little body. He couldn't even roll over on the bed, and his so called nanny was laughing instead of helping him.

Forget about all the things he'd been through. This was the true misery.

"Alright. Give me the bottle"

He didn't seem to agree, because he immediately hugged the bottle with all the strength he had, like it was his dearest thing. Your serious expression showed that you weren't going to give up either.

"You give me that bottle mister or you won't get extra milk tonight"

Reluctantly, he opened his arms and you snatched the bottle, putting it somewhere high. When you turned around, you saw him sulking.

"Don't be like that baby, you know you can't drink that right now. I thought you were a reasonable person hmm?"

The cute pout resting on his lips made you giggle and bend down to kiss his cheek. He was still pretty upset, so he looked away from you. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about the little blush on his face.

You carefully held him up and looked at his tiny figure. His long hair was gone and instead, there were short ginger locks on his head. His bluebell eyes however, hadn't changed one bit, still as gorgeous as ever.

You smiled at him. "You want me to throw you up?"

He looked oblivious. He probably knew what you were talking about, but hadn't figured out whether you were serious or not.

Shaking your head to the side, you tightened your grip on his waist before throwing him up in the air, and catching him before he fell on the ground. He got so excited that he started laughing, letting out adorable baby noises.

"Aww, you like that huh? want me to do it again?"

He blinked.

"Ok! Three, two, one! Whoa!"

Chuuya had jumped higher than this before, but not once did he feel the thrill he was experiencing now. He was having the time of his life, flying in the air with no effort. Every time you threw him up, his mouth got opened wider, wider, and wider,

until vomit came out of it, landing on your chest.

There weren't any throwing and catching after that, since you were too busy looking at the vomit, shocked. But it wasn't him vomiting that caught you off guard, it was the vomit. It wasn't milk, it was wine.

"Ok, we need to talk about your drinking problem when you turn back to an adult"

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.・゜゜・Rainy Days・゜゜・．

Genre: Fluff! Summery: What you do with different bsd men on rainy days!

bsd charcters x gn!reader Characters: Atsushi, Dazai, Sigma A/N: I'd been meaning to write this for a while, but got inspired by my favorite writer on here @soysaucefu when I saw they posted! If your seeing this, I love your work a lot, it always entertains me and make me smile after a bad day<3

⎯⎯ ୨ Atsushi ୧ ⎯⎯

Jack Stauber - Rain Instrumental

The day had been slow a foggy, one of those days where everyone seemed to be a little bit sleepy. The drowsiness encasing the city of Yokohama, as the downpour of rain continued to fall. You could hear the droplets fall on your roof, beating down in a constant thrum of sound. From inside your cozy apartment, all you could hear was the sound of Atsushi's soft snores. You had both been laying down for about an hour now, snuggling under the covers, as the sound of soft rain and his scent engulfed your senses.

You smiled to yourself, as the man Infront of you shuffled slightly in his sleep, grabbing your waist in an effort to pull you closer to himself. You went to scoot a little closer to him, tensing a bit when you notice Atsushi had started to stir from your movements. He scrunched his nose, as his eyelids started to flutter open. You mutter a quiet "sorry" as he stares at you with tiredness in his eyes. You watch as he starts to form a drowsy smile, moving closer to you and stuffing his face in your chest. Moving your arms to hug his head, you let out a content sigh, closing your eyes a listening for the steady thump of Atsushi's heartbeat. As you lay there, only the soft noise of rain and beating hearts, you a hear something quiet and muffled.

"Pardon?" You asked, looking down as his head, his face still stuffed in your chest. He pulls back a bit to look up at you, a shy smile and light blush dusting his cheeks. "I love you." He repeated, his smile growing wider. Looking down at him, his face still close to your chest, you feel yourself blush as you smile back. The soft rain patters from outside your shared apartment, no but the two of you listening as you whisper those four words to him.

"I love you too."

⎯⎯ ୨ Dazai ୧ ⎯⎯

Landscape With a Fairy - aspidistrafly

It was a rainy day, the skies had been dark all day, making for a pretty drowsy atmosphere. Both you and Dazai had just clocked out of work, sharing an umbrella between the two of you while walking home. You had been talking about random subjects, not really paying too much attention as you walked, simply enjoying each others company. There was a constant pitter, as the rain drummed against the umbrella Dazai held. You had been talking about a cute stuffed animal you had seen while in a shop the other day, when suddenly,

"It was so soft, and had the cutest- Hey-!" Dazai had suddenly thrown the umbrella to the side. Only then had you realized you were passing through the park. The both of you had walked through it so many times everyday, it hadn't even crossed your mind until now where you were. The park had a small water fountain in the center, surrounded with pots of plants. There were gray bricks lining the ground beneath your feet, as you watched the discarded umbrella skid along them, soon coming to a halt. You look up to Dazai, who now had a mischievous grin plastered along his face.

"Care to dance belladonna?" He says, holding his hand out for you to take. For a moment you only stare at him, taking in the way the rain droplets stick to his hair and run down his face. He looks so pretty in this moment, all you can do is nod and take his hand. You position yourself with one hand on his shoulder, and the other in his. Dazai pulls you closer by your waist, looking into your eyes with a wide smile across his face. You both begin to waltz, Dazai lightly humming a tune you cant quite pinpoint. You smile as he gently spins you, pulling you back in after. He continued you dance you around in the rain for who knows how long, people passed by now and then, making judging glances at you. Neither of you cared, only being happy to be with the one you loved most.

Dazai smoothly moved his hand, sliding it from your waist to your back, as he dipped you. You both had been smiling wide, slightly panting as your faces closed in, nearly an inch away. Swiftly, you moved your arm to the back of his neck, closing the distance between you and him. In that moment, nothing else seemed to matter, the world melted away as you kissed Dazai in the rain.

⎯⎯ ୨ Sigma ୧ ⎯⎯

In Two - Will Paquin

It had been one of the few days Sigma had gotten off from work in a while, both of you had just been sitting in your shared bedroom, talking about what you could both do for the day. While Sigma had been talking about some random idea, you found yourself at the grey clouds outside. They looked like rain clouds, it brought you back to happy memories of your childhood. You thought, about when you would go out to play in the rain, how joyful it was. You were pulled away from your thoughts, when you found a hand Infront of your face, Sigma had been snapping his fingers to get your attention.

"Hey, Y/n! Are you even listening" He spoke, having a bit of an annoyed expression on his face. Sigma had sparked an idea in you, you grabbed his hand in both of yours, "We should go play in the rain!" You exclaimed, with a huge smile on your face. Sigma only looked at you like you had gone crazy, "why would we do that?" He questioned nervously. "Because, you didn't get to do that as a child. So now we can do it together!" When you had said that, in such a happy tone at that, who was he to say no to you?

About an hour later, you both found yourselves down in Yokohama. Both of you were dressed in yellow raincoats, with matching rainboots. You began to run around, splashing in puddles, as your boyfriend simply stood there. He looked confused as to what you were doing, you only smiled at him and tried waving him over. "C'mon, Sigma! Come jump in the puddles with me!" You yelled, only to be met with a stare back from him, he walked over to you in a somewhat cautious manner, "What's even the point of this?" He says looking at you skeptically. You try to stifle a laugh, "To have fun! Try just splashing in the puddle?"

Sigma lets out a sigh, lifting up his leg to splash in the puddle. With a slight grumble he brought his leg down, making the water splash and ripple when colliding with his foot. Right after Sigma's foot met the water he seemed to freeze, bringing his leg up again, repeating the action. You saw a small smile brighten his face, as he began jumping around in the puddle, creating bigger splashes each time.

From then on, whenever you would get the chance, both you and Sigma would go out to play in the rain. Of course you never told anyone, it would ruin his manager reputation. It was your little secret, for the both of you to make memories, together.

"my, oh my, oh my, oh"

꒰🧸꒱ : dazai, chuuya x fem!reader

꒰🧸꒱ : when they realize they loved you, use of profanity, pure fluff omg, emotional constipation, dazais the moon-chuuyas the sun

꒰🧸꒱: spitting out this blurb from a few days ago before i release the chuuya one. enjoy <3 [NOT PROOFREAD]

— #DAZAI :

the moons halo danced around you, curving its edge to showcase your most beautiful features to dazai. your pretty eyes flutter at nothing, staring into the blank slate of air.

he doesn't turn away from you for one second— oblivious to whatever you were fixated on. he could probably guess what it was, but that'd ruin the picture perfect moment of right now.

to dazai, love was something he ignored. he didn't necessarily hate it, but he always ran from it. commitment wasn't his thing, and neither should his attachment to you be either.

but when he looks at you, he just can't help it. as his eyes dilate— big round, pupils, that of an unknowing pup— he finds his heart racing faster by the millisecond.

placing a hand on his chest, his expression doesn't falter for one second. a crooked line formed on his lips paired with the bright shine in his eyes as his face started to show signs of red was enough to get him thinking, 'oh shit...'

— #CHUUYA :

in the brass of sunlight, its golden hues highlight the curve of your face so gently— so carefully as if you were fragmented glass. your smile like the radiance of the sun, giving him a blast of warmth every time he took a glance at you.

subconsciously tilting his head every time you moved your lips, not even listening to a word you were saying as he couldn't get his eyes off you.

his collar suddenly feels tighter, the lump in his throat bulging outward as he gets tongue-tied. if it wasn't evident enough already, his face was also turning as red as his silky hair.

he didn't want to believe it. no way, not in hell— a person like him? in love? the type of fairytale love you find in fiction? puppy love? the adoration he feels whenever he's with you?

but at the same time, he wanted to accept it. as chuuya grew older, so did his outlook on love. as chuuya grew older, so did his maturity. he smiles at love now, rather than laughing at the thought of it.

and right now? he smiles, lips all crooked as he basks in your presence for as long as you want him to.

©CHURUAI ;;; don't steal, plagiarize, or repost my works

rbs and comments appreciated <3<3

┊STORMY CALLS┊˚✧

┊DRABBLE┊DAZAI OSAMU X GN!READER┊

Words: 244

Warnings: ooc (?), cringe, thunderstorms

requested

(A/N) I'm very picky when choosing which stuff to post on Tumblr so maybe that's why I barely publish here 🐺

Rain clouds covered the sky where the sun was supposed to shine. The thunderstorm had been going for minutes now, covering the world in a rather depressing gray. God, you hated the noise. The loud, repetitive drops of rain. The flash of lightning followed by a fierce crackle of thunder.

Stormy weather was the bane of your existence.

You decided to sit in your bed, going to work was the last thing in your mind when the weather is as shitty as this. The rain is making you feel gloomy. But you didn't need the negative thoughts. No one does.

His number was on speed dial, on the screen was a name you’ve long gotten used to.

Dazai picks up almost instantly, already prepared to talk with you. You would be lying if you said his voice didn't bring comfort to your weary thoughts, soft words calming your nerves.

The call was the sanctuary you needed. It was like a peek of sunlight shining through the vast, bleak storm that was seeping into your mood. 

The rainy morning turned into a fleeting thought. No main thing to chat about, just a bunch of topics in one bundle, stringing from one to another. But that was more than enough.

Maybe it was how his voice sounded so pleasingly soothing when he tried, maybe it was simply his presence, but whatever magic was laced over this simple phone call brought a sense of tranquility over you.

divider credit: @/cafekitsune

┊PASILYO┊˚✧

┊ONE SHOT┊DAZAI OSAMU X GN!READER┊

words: 1,941

unrequested

additional/warnings: ooc (?), cringe, nausea, mentions of throwing up (light), minor swearing typical Dazai suicide mentions (light), public display of affection, and uhh kising

Happy birthday to my glorious princess, y'all 🗣️‼️

Rays of sunshine outlined the furniture of the Armed Detective Agency. Dazai was at his desk, folding origami when he was supposed to be doing a report. It was one of those quieter days in the office, a rare day where there weren’t many cases to finish.

A buzz from his pocket. Dazai checked the notification, reading a message from none other than you.

|[Nickname]: sneak outside 🙏|

And they say he’s a bad influence…

———

Standing outside the building, you wait for him. It was the perfect weather, the sun decided to be warm—and not in the way where it’s painfully hot to the point that just a short walk would leave someone sweating.

“[Name]!” you easily spot the familiar caramel coat through the small crowd, Dazai happily escaping work to join you. “I got your message,” he remarked, walking until he’s right next to you.

“Happy birthday,”

A beautiful bouquet of flowers entered his field of view, forget-me-nots wrapped in a beautiful light blue. A silk white ribbon tied the thing together, a gift looking alike to the summer sky.

What’s next was a pretty sight, flushed cheeks and a surprised detective. Dazai couldn’t help but go speechless, not one to be used to affection. You almost wanted to tease him about it, but decided not to, showing a twinge of mercy upon the man.

“Hey… Earth to Osamu?” he snapped out of his daze, feeling you tug on his sleeve.

“Ah– uhm,” he makes a poor attempt to cover his embarrassing reaction, covering his face with a hand. It was fun to make him flustered, a feeling you rarely see him have. “Thank you…?”

You scoff at that dry reply, placing the bouquet on his hands before tugging his sleeve again, starting to pull him somewhere. “Come on, I’m spoiling you today, so we better start early if you wanna make the most of it.”

Dazai followed after you, letting you drag him on. It took a while, but he came back to his senses, a soft expression gracing his face at your words. “Really?” he asked, almost tauntingly as he tried to get a specific answer out from you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you answered, walking slower so that you’re side by side. “Whatever you want,” you say, looking at the pathway ahead as you barely conceal the smile on your lips.

“Whatever I want?” a cheeky grin. “Even a double suic–?”

“Anything but that,” you cut him off, turning your head just to see him laughing softly, slightly covering his face with the blue flowers.

The soft appearance of genuine happiness is a great look on your lover.

———

“Let’s try that one again!”

The sheer look of horror on your face was picture worthy. Dazai decided that the perfect way to spend his birthday was to try the roller coasters having motion sickness written all over it. “God, no.”

Sure, you did suggest going to the amusement park, but these aren’t the rides you expected to go to. Dazai was milking everything out of this opportunity, trying out every single attraction in the park but the calm ones.

How many times have you gone to the same roller coaster, now? Thrice? Four times? That drop still gets you. “How the fuck are you not even dizzy…?” you ask, sitting down on a bench to collect yourself

Dazai was laughing at your predicament, earning a glare from you. “Fine, fine, we’ll take a break from the rides,” finally some mercy on your nauseous self.

You sigh, before hunching over slowly, seeing black in the corners of your vision. “Fuck, I think I’m throwing up.” a pat on your back, but the brunet’s not very discreet giggles made it feel like it didn’t help at all.

Luckily, you didn’t start vomiting. You ended up buying him lunch despite his claims of not being hungry, making him sit down on a shaded table to eat. The park had a few food stalls around, so you two had plenty of choices to pick from.

His eyes scanned the selection of food stalls before his gaze landed on one. He perks up a little, tugging on your hand to get your attention. “Hey, let’s get takoyaki.”

You nodded, holding his hand as you went to the food stall, buying him the food he wanted before buying food for yourself. Dazai of course just had to steal your food, taking bits and bites here and there. You didn’t mind… mostly.

“... If you’re gonna end up eating my fries anyway, why didn’t you just buy some?” you ask, as he stole another bite with a shrug. You could only brush it off, wanting to get it over with so you could make most of your time here.

“Because stealing yours tastes better,” he replied, a terrible excuse. A mischievous glint can be seen shining in his brown eyes as his fingers stole another one, not even hiding it at this point now that you pointed it out.

You gave a sigh of defeat, letting him steal as much food as he desires. It was a quick snack break, before you two continued your little birthday celebration, so you just let it pass.

The sun was already shining right above you when you finally got back on your feet, fully recovered to try more attractions. His hand had found yours, as you looked for more things to try out. Dazai’s eyes found themselves following the path of the ferris wheel, the sight of it catching his eye.

Slow, scenic, peaceful—the complete opposite of the previous rides you two have gone on. A grin appeared on Dazai’s face, and he tugged on your hand, pulling you towards the entrance to the ride. “Let’s go on that one,” he says, a hint of eagerness in his voice.

You couldn't help but let out a breath of relief, seeing that he finally chose a calmer ride. The procedure to enter was short, buying a ticket, going in line, before entering the ride.

The gondola was simple, the sleek white car fitting the both of you on one side perfectly. It was slow and gentle, moving bit by bit as it got turned higher into the sky. “Much better than those adrenaline-fuelling ones, huh?” he mentioned, looking at you through his peripherals.

“Yes, actually. At least we can actually converse instead of screaming our lungs out,” you retort, turning from looking out the large windows to him, meeting his gaze with your own.

Dazai held in the laugh settling in his throat, shamelessly seeking your hand to hold again. He loved the contact. “You’re the one screaming out of fear, though,” he pointed out, pulling himself closer to you.

You roll your eyes, allowing him to be as close as he wants—as close as he needs. It took a while, but your capsule eventually reached the top of the circle, getting the highest view.

The brunet decided that you were a headrest at the moment, leaning his head on you before turning to the window on his side, slowly falling silent.

This was what you hoped you could distract him from. That faraway look was in his brown eyes as he looked at something long gone. It was another year. Another year without him, another year he'll slowly grow older than he could ever get.

Another year, and this time, he'll remember him longer than he's known him.

The view outside the windows was breathtakingly beautiful. Yokohama in clear view to both of you. From high-rising buildings to the crystal lake near the park, everything was graced with the warm afternoon light. Yet those brown eyes couldn't find the same warmth you could.

That solemn longing was a look you didn't want to see him make today. You wished his mind wouldn't have to think like this just for a day. Just for a moment. Just for now.

So, you nudge his leg with yours, earning his attention. “You wanna get crab later?” you ask when he turned to look at you, hands on his to hold. You'll distract him for as long as needed. You'll keep him away from those thoughts and bring the warmth he needed on a day he would otherwise hate.

Dazai turned around, snapping out of his train of thought at hearing your question. A smile stretched on his face, grip lightly tightening on your hand. “Of course the answer is yes,” he answered.

At least he doesn't look so solemn now. You subconsciously bring a hand up, brushing a strand of his dark brown hair behind his ear, your touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Way longer, actually.

“...touchy today, hm?” he teased, a cover up to him growing flustered under your affection. “What, can't keep your hands to yourself?”

“Don’t even start,” you reply with a threatening edge. Dazai raised his hand in surrender, keeping his silence with a cheeky smirk.

———

Crisp wind blew on your hair, you closed the door behind you in a rush. “Slow down, we just ran up a bunch of stairs–” you gasp out, out of breath as Dazai dragged you to a rooftop. The Agency building's rooftop.

The brunet only chuckled at your reaction, stopping to let you catch your breath. “Alright, alright! We're here anyway.”

You take a deep breath in, the air finally getting in your lungs properly. “We’re here early, you didn't have to– you did not have to drag me and run all the way up,” you groan, wheezing in suffering.

The sun was almost setting, hanging just above the horizon. You two wanted to catch the sunset, deciding that this is the best spot to watch as it settles down the city skyline.

Dazai held your hand, tugging you along to the edge of the building. “This would be a romantic time to die,” *he remarked, making you deadpan.

“Nuh uh,” you retorted, looking at his steps just a little more cautiously in case he decided to swan dive over the edge. “Would be a great time to watch the sunset though.”

As you said that, Dazai looked up, catching the way the skies were painted in pink and orange hues. It was an ethereal scene—one that should be painted to preserve.

You glance to the man beside you, seeing him gaze off into the sunset. It wasn't a lie that he was pretty, with how the sun outlined every feature on his face, basking him in a warm light.

“You’re staring,” he hummed, brown eyes glancing at you, already prepared to send a barrage of teases for catching you in the act.

Confessing you were was the only way out, then. You let out a scoff, the sound half a chuckle. “Yeah,” he turned to you, the sun leaving its last trails of warmth before letting the moon reign in the sky. “Happy birthday.”

Dazai smiled, a soft look on him. “Shouldn’t I get a present?” he asked, leaning towards you with a hint of what he wants. The brunet reached for your hand, pulling them to cup his cheeks.

A fleeting kiss, before another, dragging him closer to press your lips on his. You could feel how the warmth spreads to his face under your touch, feel how he smiles against each kiss.

You hear him giggle, leaning back just enough to speak, still holding his face. “More?”

“More,” he nodded, feeling giddy with each touch. Just for the moment, he felt that life was worth living. You pull him closer, resting your forehead on his.

“Whatever you want.”

divider credit: @/cafekitsune

Can you write Dazai dating headcanons for me, bestie??

(You don't have a choice)

A/n: lmao thanks for giving me a choice bestie/j here is your...thingy<3

Warnings:none Genre:fluff Type: headcanons

Fandom:bsd Pairing:Dazai

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Ehhhhh *sighs and cracks knuckles* let's do this

Dazai is...well Dazai

Having him as your boyfriend means that you'll be in chaotic situations all the time. And no, I don't mean this in a bad way

I mean if you are playful like him you'll already be used to it. If you're not, then you'll get to try tons of new things

In order for you to get really together i feel like you've got to know his past. Either you have known him since he was in the Mafia or you have known eachother for long enough that he is comfortable telling you all the things.

Decently asked you to do a double suicide with him at first. When you rejected again and again- he thought he might have finally found a reason to live.

Okay this got more angst than i wanted it to, back to these

Showing you off to anyone and everything is a love language at this point. Like yes, everyone NEEDS to know he has the most perfect, amazing, caring partner ever - doesn't matter if it's literally a stranger

Okay but from the actual love languages I think his are physical touch and words of affirmation. Like of course you have to know how perfect you are, you don't have a choice. And physical touch is just- just something he can't live without.

He takes many photos of you when you don't look. You are his wallpaper and it changes every day to another picture of yourself. Like he has an album in his gallery only for your photos.

Now if you work at he agency you would probably be there to motivate (babysit) him half of the time, but if you don't then you'll be hearing about Kunikida and Atsushi alllllllll day. After he had asked you about your day ofc.

Speaking of which he is very fast on changing topics on conversations like he can just start like "You won't believe what happened today at the agency- oh btw did you buy the thing you liked..." Like he can not stick to one thing

You're the only one who has seen him without his bandages. And he doesn't have a problem with it. Like you're the most important thing in his life ofc he'll let you.

Every time he sees you, he would pick you up and spin you around. Like hugs in general are a must for him. It feels safe, nice and both of you enjoy it very much<3

mariaace2024 please do not copy, translate, steal or claim any of my works!

Reblogs are highly appreciated!

@dazailoveschuuya

HII!

So i saw your rqs open and ive bin scrolling thru your blog soo...if your freee....

Can i rq Dazai with a reader whos a HUGE phone addict to the point they barely interact with Dazai?

A/n: Sorry this took long time, i was busy with school 😅

Warnings: Uhm none? Genre:fluff Type:Hc's/one-shot

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Dazai will be like "Yeah i get why" and then totally don't get why. Like he thinks he understands, but he doesn't (iykyk)

He would take your phone away and before you can say anything to protest he'll shut you up with a kiss and put your phone in his pockets.

He doesn't like the fact that you give more attention to the phone than to him. 😞 Like you have a whole ass Dazai in front of you, but you choose to look at your phone instead

So when he takes your phone he'll put it somewhere you can't find it. Not for very long, don't worry, but like he will do it sometimes.

He genuinely cares for you so he will talk to you about it, if you ask him for sertain things that you think can help, he'll do it right away.

He always tries to distract you with something, instead of you looking at your phone, most of the times he'll take you to a walk

In general he'll do anything that you think can help, and sometimes even gets mad at your phone for getting all your attention

"Bellaaaaaa!!" Dazai quickly came behind you and looked over your shoulder. "Why are you on the phone again? I don't like that it's getting more attention than me!!" He pouts jokingly and quickly snatches your phone away. When you turn around to say something, he smashes his lips onto yours. When you pull away you look at his hands and the phone isn't there.

"Where is my phone?" "Hm, i have no idea what you're talking about?" "Dazai!!" You catch up to him and he has a smirk on his face. "While you're already here, we should go on walk!"

He grabs your hand and a second later you found yourself outside walking.

After a while, when you two get back, you look at him and you see your phone in his hand. "Here you go, be careful tho."

© mariaace 2024 pls do not copy, translate, steal or claim any of my works!

@dazailoveschuuya

Can i get a kiss, and can you make it last forever? (Bungo stray dogs man)

A/n:Why am i doing these? I have no idea. Do I have 10 reqs? Yes. Do i still decided to write this instead? Also yes.

Context:Type of kisses with bsd men

Warnings: Slightly suggestive at Dazai's part and maybe Jouno's? Chuuya's part is longer. (Can you blame me?)

Genre:fluff

Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Akutagawa, Tecchou, Jouno, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma

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Dazai Osamu

Dazai's kisses are flirty. He likes to pull you in your lap while you kiss and it often turns inot make out sessions. His hands are always wondering around your body any chance he gets. He often smirks in between kisses when you squirm. He also loves quick kisses, because he catches you off guard with them. If you get flustered easily, he would do it even more often than usual.

Chuuya Nakhara

Chuuya's kisses are passionate. He doesn't like quick kissed more than the normal ones. Of course, he still does them. But he would always prefer to take his time when kissing you. He puts a lot of passion in every single one of them. One of his hand is usually between your cheek and collarbone (somewhere in the area) and his other is on your waist. Most of the time if he doesn't takes his hat off it bumps to your head and falls to the ground. (At first he was embarrassed about it happening, but not anymore.). He also likes when your legs wrap around his waist, because that way you feel closer, while you kiss.

Atsushi Nakajima

Atsushi's kisses are sweet. He puts all of his love into a single kiss. He loves giving you quick kisses, but he also likes the long ones, either way, he will actually show you how much he loves kissing you. His hands usually everytime have a different place, because he can't even decide where to put them. Every time after he kisses you, he tells you he loves you. Just to remind you. (Not that he didn't with the kiss.)

Akutagawa Ryonosuke

Akutagawa's kisses are careless. At first he was scared to kiss you. And to be honest, he kind of still is. His handa never have any idea where to go and he usually doesn't say anything particular after the kiss. He still kisses you so careless tho, because he knows that you love it when he kiss you, and trust me he loves it too. Would he ever admit that? Absolutely not. But you can feel it in the kiss, so.

Tecchou Suehiro

Tecchou's kisses are gentle. Let's be real, this man is strong asf, but he is also oh so gentle with you. His hands are always around your waist, even while kissing you. But is his grip tight? Nope. He holds you like you are a made of glass. Don't let me started on the kissing itself. Teruko once even asked you if you are scared of him doing something. He just is so gentle.

Jouno Seigiku

Jouno's kisses are rough. Yes, the complete opposite of Tecchou's. He bites on your lips, hands squeezing your body, pushing you against a wall, you name it. He's a sadist, what do you expect? Of course he never does it enough to actually hurt you, maybe just a little. But that's for your own pleasure trust me. He almost never kisses quick, because if those reasons.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor's kisses are cold. Not exactly in the aay you're thinking of. They are full of love trust me, but his hands and his lips feel a little cold on your skin and when he puts more pressure onto your lips and his grip, you might squirm a little. He will wonder around with his hands, not because he doesn't know where to put them, but because he loves your reactions to it.

Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai's kisses are funny. He smiles, giggles against your lips, tickles you while you kiss all of a sudden, pick you up out of nowhere, all kinds of different stuff. Quick kisses are soooo common with him, he does them often and out of the blue so it catches you off guard. If you do them to him tho, ohh be prepared to run, cuz he's already trapped you and showering with kisses.

Sigma

Sigma's kisses are simple. He gives the most normal kisses out of everyone, but somehow they always feel different. It sounds cliché, really, but you can feel the love through his kisses. Both of his hands are usually around on your cheeks or resting on your neck. Quick kisses are also common with him, but for the same reason. He likes them, because he thinks it's cute that every time he kisses a different place on your face.

© mariaace 2024 pls do not copy, translate, steal or claim any of my works!

Reblogs are highly appreciated!</3

@transmascaraa @dazailoveschuuya

A little Dazai thought 🤔

Dazai with a reader who has the same power as Rogue from x-men. When she touches someone, she steals their memories, abilities and even life-force if she touches them long enough..

-When she found this out, she refused to touch anyone, even being hesitant to, with gloves on.

-All shes ever known was the pain of what her hands are capable of, never able to physically connect with someone.

-Shes accidentally taken countless lives, she knows touching someone could mean a death sentence for the unintentional victim.

-But... here comes this man.. who has the biggest, brown eyes and the most charming grin... he knows the pain of what hands are capable of.

-Dazais ability is different, he still hates it, nullifying apart of someone.. stripping them of a piece of themselves and making them vulnerable..

-Dazai understands... she knows he does, because... the look in his eyes is of the upmost internal hatred... and she sees that everytime she's looks in the mirror

-But, this man, this charming, deceitful man.. she can touch him, hold him, kiss him.. and he let's her. All for the sake of bonded pain.

a date?

pairings: dazai osamu x reader

contains: fluff, crack

wc: 355

a/n: an old dribble i made for the same friend! chuuya next?

“oh my belladonna~ is this a date?”

“w-what?! no..” you commented while blush spreading across your face. The brown haired guy left out a chuckle. How did this happen, you asked?

First, you wanted kenji to help you on a mission or whatever the president gave you, but he can't. he can actually but he's full You wanted to ask ranpo, and you remembered he wasn't allowed by the president. The others were busy and it left you with a choice, Dazai Osamu. He's just there, in his desk, playing with his paper airplane. He was making Kunikida irritated, so you chose him. And did you regret it? Absolutely.

“Who knew, dear name would choose me?” he said with a smirk on his face. You decided just to ignore his bluffs, and continue to walk side by side. He started to poke your cheeks while walking beside eachother. this little shit You became slightly annoyed by his antics, and continue to stay ignorant. But it sure didn't stopped him to continually tease you.

(time skip after the mystery hehe)

You stretched your arms upwards against the air and let out a sigh. You were finally free from the work you had, even though.. you continued getting tease by the bandage waster bastard. You turned around telling Dazai that the work is gone, but he was no where to be seen. You titled your head in confusion, looking around to spot the brown haired, you didn't found him around the area. You started pacing your walk still looking around to find him, once again he wasn't on the sight. Right before you turn around to check again, bandaged arms wrapped around your neck, and it was indeed the Dazai Osamu. “Oh, there you are.. I thought you got kidnapped or something,”

“Aww, were you searching for me, dear?” he replied with a smirk on his face. You chuckled holding his forearm that's hanging around your neck, “Am I? Who knows. To be honest i’ll be rather happy if you got lost, so there will be no one who will continue to tease me.”

“Ouch, quite hurtful Belladonna.”

thank u for reading hehe <3

what, darling?

pairings: fem!dazai osamu x fem!reader

wc: 340

contains: pinning, petnames

a/n: who's back⁉️ fem!dazai the women ever?? also for my friend again~ i have 0 knowledge of knifes.

An ordinary day doing the mission given by Port Mafia. You were given a mission to meet someone, well, someone you used to be partner with. You slowly walked to the sketchy alley, standing there afterwards. You looked at your watch, you were there on time. Footsteps, humming were heard. You turned around, looking at the figure that was walking to the alley, Dazai Osamu. A smug face was plastered on her face, her figure slowly reaching to you.

“Well, well, well isn't it the Dazai Osamu?” you commented, hands resting on your hips. She just chuckled, her arm waving at you, “Miss me, darling?”

“Me? Missing you? In your dreams.” you replied, your right hand slowly reaching under your skirt, pulling something that's hooking around your upper thigh.

She saw your hand going under, she smiled while looking at you, “Tsk, tsk. No violence, darling~”

“Why would I listen to you?”

“Because I know what you're trying to do.”

She was right, she was your partner back then, your closest friend for you lol. You gave her a small smile, before pulling a knife with your right arm, your left arm pushing her on a wall, pinning her. You took the knife around her throat, both of you having an eye contact. She saw this as a joke, while you saw this as a serious chance. You slide the knife around her throat to cut her bandages.

“Oh? You should’ve took me to a date first, love!” she joked, her face showing an excitement expression rather than fear.

You clicked your toungue in annoyance, rolling your eyes at her words. The knife on her throat was slowly deepen which showed a bit of blood coming from her throat.

“Stop calling me that.”

“What, darling?”

“That.”

Her face was now slightly dramatic of your sentence, wanting her to stop calling you petnames. She took her left hand on your right cheek, caressing it.

“Aw~ what's wrong with it, love? You don't like it?”

“I never said I didn't like it!”

Thank You for feeding us Sapphic Femzai lovers 🫶 your portrayal of Femzai had me giggling and blushing would you consider posting more releated Femzai content in the future?

kisses and hickeys

pairings: fem!dazai osamu x fem!reader

contains: suggestive, marking/biting, kissing, petnames

wc: 373

a/n: for femzai for my scrunklies!!

“So you do like it, huh?” she said in a teasing tone, still caressing your cheek.

You sighed letting go bringing your knife back under your skirt. You took a few step back, looking at her afterwards.

"Sure, ‘Samu.”

“Aww you're calling me that again!” she smiled, going closer hugging you. You just stood there, letting her embrace you into her arms. Her head was at your shoulder, which is near your neck. Before you said another word out of your mouth, her lips was attached on your neck. You immediately covered your mouth with right hand, while the other hand was around her neck. What's weird, you didn't even tried to push her away, it's like you accepted her doings. At first she was just giving pecks on your neck, but slowly starting to bite, marking you. Covering your mouth with your hand wasn't enough to hide your moans, you bite your lower lip, little blood coming out. After a moment, she looked up seeing you hiding your noises, she wasn't happy about it. She smirked before connecting her lips to yours, going for a kiss. The kiss wasn't even passionate, it was just full of lust. Your arms fully around her neck, trying to deepening the kiss, and it worked. She saw this as an opportunity and bit your lower lip which let her toungue insert your mouth. Her hands caressed your body, slowly reaching under your blouse. You mewled on the kiss, while she continued to fight for dominance. Then your kiss was released, both of you took a breath after the kiss earlier, saliva connecting. Her hands were caressing your body, it felt like heaven.

“a-ah, ‘samu..” you moaned, your face was fully red.

She chuckled at your expression, her hands were now resting on top of your bra.

“Aw! Look at you, being a goodgirl for me~” she said in awe, suddenly squeezing your chest, which in response you let another moan.

She only chuckled hearing your noises, it's like music to her ears. She enjoyed every second of this moment, she hold your chin making you look at her.

“Do you want to continue, love? If you do, please dont hide those noises from me, okay? Good girl~”

happy birthday.

pairings: dazai osamu x reader

contains: fluff, kissing, mention of alcohol/wine

wc: 439

a/n: HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY FOR MY BANDAGE WASTER!! also do u guys miss me hehe

That night was your partner’s birthday, Dazai Osamu. It was expected that Port Mafia came in party today, since your boyfriend was a Port Mafia former executive, well you wouldn't say a former maybe, a traitor?

The place was crowded, filled with chatting and so on. Wine, Food, People, everywhere. You like to be a part of this celebration but you weren't a fond of alcohol. That's true, you weren't fond of it but somehow you're in a drunk state. You walk out onto the balcony with a bottle of wine in your right hand, the cool breeze hits you, the moon is shining, the night is sure beautiful. Your gaze met a tall, brown haired figure whos leaning against the railing. His face was blurred, you couldn't see well who is it.

“The moon is beautiful, isn't it?” the figure chuckled, his eyes meeting yours.

You blinked few times, slowly taking your steps to him. His face was shown unblurred, under the moonlight making him look.. better. Words couldn't rate him, he really is your everything. His gaze changed looking at the wine you are holding.

“Name, I think that's enough wine for today-” before he finished his sentence while trying to take it from your hand, your body lean closer to his, your head falling on his chest. He looked down at you, your eyes half opened. His lips forming a smile, hands wrapping around your waist. He hummed, resting his chin on top of your head, enjoying this small moment. Few moments later, he decided to bring back inside since the weather was getting colder. His hand wrapping around your shoulder, walking you to the door. Before both of you reached inside, you pin him against a wall. He was a little startled at your action, but he was fine after. His brown eyes looking at you while you return looking at him. The wine that was at your hand was gone, and right now your hand are now holding his chin, caressing his bottom lip. The brown haired was speechless with your sudden boldness move, but a smile forming on his lips. You slowly moves even closer to him, until your lips eventually touch his own. His smile seems to grow as the two of you share a soft, warm, loving kiss with each other, his hands once again wrapping around your waist as the two of you share a very sweet and romantic moment together. Both of you let go of the kiss, where your face was even redder then earlier. Your head resting on his chest, mumbling out a sentence.

“Happy birthday, dummy.”

enigma

pairing: dazai x reader

warnings: none, just soft fluff♡

wc: 520

a/n: i wrote this when i was sad lol

Dazai is, to most, an enigma. 

His true feelings and motivations stay locked in a safe, so much so that even he forgets who he really is at times. Those who tried breaking open the safe were laughably unsuccessful. There have been those he tricked into thinking they really knew him, only to be left alone in the dark. 

But you didn’t try, you didn’t judge, you trusted him. An unwavering trust Dazai had only ever felt from one other person in his life. It took time, and patience, but eventually Dazai simply handed you the key. He allowed you to finally look inside that infinitely brilliant and broken mind of his. 

You place your mug of tea on the ring-stained coffee table before taking a seat amongst the cushions on the couch. You pull out your phone, deciding to indulge in a while of mindless scrolling. You rhythmically swipe and and sip your tea, late afternoon sunbeams lighting up the room. 

A while passes, the sun almost entirely disappearing over the horizon, when the front door clicks open. You smile softly as Dazai wanders in, kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his coat. He greets you with a tired grin, “I’ve missed you today darling.”

You scoot up to give him room to sit beside you, “Looks like you had a rough day, wanna talk about it?” 

He shakes his head, “Not particularly, no.” He glances down at you, a playful glint in his eyes, “But I know what I do want.”

Before you can ask, Dazai unceremoniously flops down on top of you, making you screech. You want to scold him for scaring you, but his gleeful laughter stops you. He buries his face against your neck, leaving a soft kiss against your skin. You weave your fingers through his hair and tug softly, fingertips softly rubbing into his scalp. He lets out a long, slow breath, his body fully relaxing against yours. 

“You’re far too good for me.” He mumbles.

“Don’t talk like that, Osamu.” you flick his ear softly.

He gasps loudly, “I never thought my dear beloved would resort to physical abuse! I take it back, you're terrible.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes, “Says the one who pinned me down and tickled me for five minutes until I nearly peed myself.”

Dazai starts laughing again, almost obnoxiously loud. In fact, you’re almost sure if anyone else heard him they would think he is obnoxious. But to you, his laughter, his smile, his jokes, and even his dramatics are worth the world. You’ll never understand why he chose you, why he handed you the precious key, but you’ll always be grateful that he did.

“Hey Osamu?”

To most, Osamu Dazai is an enigma. The man is notoriously hard to read, one can never know what he’s thinking.

“What is it darling?”

Even so, one look into his tired brown eyes and you know; you can hear his thoughts loud and clear.

“I love you.”

But you can’t deny, it feels indescribably wonderful when you get to hear him say it.

“I love you more.”