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MIDNIGHT RAIN — OSAMU DAZAI ✧
↺ synopsis: dazai's melancholia is addicting.
↺ details: dazai x reader. nsfw. smut to angst. mentions of alcohol and smoking. established relationship.
↺ a/n: i'm actually so proud of the second to last line,,, you should read just for that specific line + thanks for 1300!
dazai's a stressed man — that's what years upon years of living in environments as active and tense as the mafia and the agency would do to anyone. so on the somewhat rare occasions that dazai softens around you, it's not a problem for you to oblige him.
ever since the two of you started dating, you haven't had a free night to yourself. nights that were once spent on the couch are now spent following dazai through the scarcely lit parts of yokohama, the only illumination of his figure being the soft rays of twilight bleeding from the sky.
on your little nights out, he never lets go of your hand. whether it's to tug you along cobblestone pathways or comfort you in the alleys you used to avoid, his fingers are always threaded through your own.
the more comfortable he gets with you, the more touchy he gets. dazai's arms seem like they were made to wrap around your waist, and you can't help but feel like a part of you's missing when his fingers aren't tangled with your own.
dazai's good with his words, and even better with his hands. only someone as adroit as dazai could make you see stars on your bedroom ceiling with just his fingers.
on nights when the agency works him like a dog, it's all you can do to keep your heart from melting when you see the way he falls asleep in your arms. for him, your touch is dangerously drug-like — something like a sedative, as he tells you the morning after.
dazai wouldn't have it any other way — he'd rather be addicted to you than to cigarettes or alcohol. and, lucky for him, he finds out after your first night in his sheets that you even taste better too.
one crisp evening after one too many glasses of whiskey, dazai's lips find their way to your collarbone, brushing across your skin in an almost ghost-like manner. the way he's holding himself back is almost painful to watch — the longing in his eyes plus the way he flexes his fingers pulls out a plea for him to just touch you from your lips.
one thing leads to another, and within a couple minutes your clothes are discarded to who-knows-where and all you can think about is how good dazai is to you.
and yet, even an hour later, he's holding himself back. despite being under the influence, dazai retains enough of his mind to resist the growing urge to fuck you to his heart's content. only after your pleas turn into full-on begging does he give in, deftly pushing your legs apart and sliding in effortlessly, mumbling praises on just how well you're taking him.
dazai eats you out like a man starved — when you convince him to fuck you with his tongue, he's ravenous. to him, you taste like heaven, and to someone who's certainly going to hell, he can't help but savor the taste of the paradise he'll never set foot in.
someone with such a tainted past like him doesn't deserve such a good girl like you. you shouldn't have to bear any part of the burden that rests on dazai's shoulders — it's not your fault he's so attracted to you.
that's a lie. the blame can only be put on you for being so accommodating, so comforting, so fucking perfect — at least, that's what dazai tells you from his spot in between your legs.
the pornographic sounds that the two of you make over the course of the night fluctuate every time one of you goes over the edge, mind swamped with nothing but thoughts of the other.
the night goes by too fast, marked by love-drunk kisses and nearly-spilt glasses of whiskey. neither of you has any idea how it started or how it'll end — the rumpled sheets tangled in between your legs is enough.
promises of i'm yours fall from both of your lips as the high starts to fade and your breaths start to slow, sleep tugging at the backs of your minds.
as the view around you fades to black, a last whisper slips through your lips. just before your eyes flutter closed, you relish the look of surprise on your boyfriend's face — it's exceedingly rare to catch dazai off guard, and for you, the person he thinks he understands the most to do so? impossible.
and yet the six words you murmur as your head hits the pillow leave dazai open-mouthed for a moment. he's speechless. the words themselves aren't much, but the meaning behind them is everything.
all good things come to an end — as a member of two of the most perilous organizations in yokohama, dazai knows this all too well. being surrounded by death and danger for half your life tends to destroy one's faith in destiny, and yet, as dazai watches you fall asleep on his chest, he dares to let himself hope against all odds.
all good things come to an end, but hopefully, this won't. he's invested far too much into this for it to crumble — if the worst happened, he'd never love again. it wouldn't be worth the risk, not if someone as perfect as you managed to slip through his fingers. he couldn't lose you, too.
so when he hears his thoughts mirrored on your lips, something in dazai's heart breaks. all his life, he'd been taught that permanence was a false promise. everything ended, good and bad, eventually. dazai had been taught to cut people off before they could hurt him, but for you?
if loving you was pain, then by all means, consider him a masochist.
"i hope i never lose you."
a/n: cornelia street is the best song off lover,, fight me. also yeah this is inspired by cornelia street but i wanted to make it more melancholic. i really enjoyed writing this ><
reblogs very appreciated!
Love Like Cherry Blossoms
—Series Masterlist
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Pairings: Dazai x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut, Fantasy, Humor, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Cussing, NSFW content, Etc.
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.
Status: Ongoing
One ⇝ Two ⇝ Three
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Are you gonna kiss me or not?
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Pairing: Fem!Dazai X Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut
Format: Fic
Warnings: Explicit smut, Porn with a plot, Sub!Dazai, Dom!Reader, Rough lesbian sex, Passionate sex, Praising, Scissoring, Dirty talk, 69 position, Squirting, MDNI
Word Count: 3K
A/n: Here's a thank you gift to you guys for helping me reach 1.1K ;)
"So? How do I look?" The slim woman in front of you gyrated with snobbery, smiling sweetly as she gave you a better look of herself. Her long legs were manifested elegantly, feet covered with a pair of black high heels, exhibiting her smooth buttery skin. The short black dress embraced her breasts loosely, leaving the curves of it peeping from the corner. How did she look? Stunning, breath taking, gorgeous, heart breakingly attractive. You could say all that, any of that; but instead, you smothered all the compliments your had on your mind, sufficing with a simple answer hoping your eyes could speak up for you, so that maybe she could see the clouds of admiration or maybe obsession in them.
"Good. You look good"
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, sighing as she approached you with coherent steps. She still had her playful smile on, and it looked as tempting as ever. Her face was gorgeous. She was gorgeous.
"Help me take it off?"
Sure, as long as your fingers can "accidentally" make contact with her skin.
Your fingers trailed against her skin as you pulled the zipper down, revealing her smooth skin. You didn't rush things; in fact, you were taking it so long that you made Dazai smile as she watched you in the mirror. She loved how frustrated you became every time she got close to you, and since she was a huge fan of teasing, she never missed an opportunity to mess with your mind.
Clearing your throat, you took a few steps and tried to fight the urge to kiss the back of her neck. "You're done"
"Aww thanks y/n! You're a life savor! Now I can go to my date tomorrow night with the fabulous dress you lent me!"
"Yeah... You're welcome. It's nothing"
She ginned and ran her fingers through her silky brown hair.
"By the way... Can I ask you for another favor? If it's not too much?"
That look on her face... You knew it was not going to be a pleasant favor; but how could you say no to her? To that flawless face of hers?
"Yeah! Sure!"
"You're not even going to ask what it is? Haha. You like me that much y/n-Chan?"
Instead of answering her, you just looked into her hazel eyes and smiled softly. That was the only thing you could do.
"Ok then! I'm staying the night here!"
Oops.
***
The current position would definitely teach you a lesson.
You pressed your eyelids on each other, caging your breath in your lungs. Dazai was lying beside you on your bed, wearing nothing but a lacy pair of lingerie which she claimed she was gonna wear tomorrow night on her date. Apparently she was too lazy to walk to her apartment, so she wanted to stay the night here, with you, in your room, next to you, semi naked.
If only a thunder could strike you right through your heart at the moment.
"Ahhhh your bed is so comfy y/n!" She yawned while stretching her arms. "I'm not making you uncomfortable am I? I'm just used to sleeping in my underwear, I can't go to sleep if I have more clothes on. I can sleep on the couch if you want me too!" "No it's fine. I'm fine"
Yeah, I'll probably have a heart attack in a few seconds, but other than that I'm totally fine.
"Ok then! Goodnight y/n!" "Good night Dazai"
And finally, silence filled the room.
For the next few minutes, nothing happened. Just you being drowned in your clouded mind and her being... quiet. It was actually weird how quiet she was. You knew she had a hard time going to sleep at nights. Was she so tired that she fell sleep immediately?
A small poke on your back proved you wrong.
"Y/n..." Her voice was husky, whiney, adorable. And her face and those sparkling eyes of hers...
"I can't sleep"
"Well, what do you want me to do?"
"Hug me"
She sounded sincere, but that didn't keep your eyes from getting wider.
"What?"
"Uh... I'm cold... So cold... Can't sleep like this... Pretty please?"
No. The correct answer to her question was no. You should have thrown her out a while go. No, you shouldn't have agreed to help her out for her upcoming date in the first place; but you made it this far, a few more steps wouldn't hurt any more than that, would they?
At least you can do something for your own sake, for once.
Dazai sank in your embrace once you opened your arms for her. She laid her head on your boobs, sighing peacefully as a calm smile found its way to her face. She didn't bother to break eye contact though, and nor did you. The only change made between you was your hand slowly caressing her cheeks.
Both drowning in each other's gaze, you let out a heavy breath and she leaned toward your hand more, drunken by the delightful sensation of it; and your hand was too kind to refuse her, even though it landed on the wrong spot this time.
You were too immersed in her intoxicating charm that you forgot about everything. How wrong it was for her to be here, how wrong it was for you to be dangerously close to her like this; but your mind was too numb too care now. All you could see was how her eyes shone under the streetlights coming through the window, and how soft and pastel her lips appeared under the touch of your fingertips.
Oh god. I think I'm gonna faint.
Maybe Dazai did sensed this, because the second this thought slipped through your mind, you felt her warm hand landing on your cheek. She started gently rubbing the soft flesh, heating it up more as if her hands were not warm enough to do the job.
Fucking liar. You're not cold.
But... Were you really not satisfied with how things turned out in the end?
A small peck on your thumb pulled you out of your thoughts, making you face her stare pointing at you. Her smile was gone and the look in her eyes was... thirsty. She looked as frustrated as you were, and it did made you feel good.
"Y/n..."
She leaned her forehead on yours, breathing heavily as she pressed her body on you.
"Y/n...?" "Yeah...?" "Why are you hesitating?..."
Why are you hesitating to drown me in infatuation?
"I... What about your date tomorrow?" "There's no date tomorrow, silly"
"What?"
You're voice gets a bit louder, but not enough to express your stun.
"What do you mean there's no date?" "I was just trying to make you jealous, that's all"
You would have pulled her hair if she didn't look that pretty.
"Are you kidding me?" "I'm not! I don't have a boyfriend! That was just an excuse to see you tonight"
Her giggles were music to your ears, but it was still upsetting how she played you all this time. Although you couldn't really be mad, when Dazai actually confessed that she was trying to catch your attention.
"You... You're unbelievable..."
"I'll take that as a compliment" She smirked and caressed your cheek once more. "So... Are you gonna kiss me or not?"
Before falling for her, you had always known that Dazai, was a real fucking menace. She was just a whore, sleeping around with every guy she had a chance with, only to leave them alone in bed the next morning. You were the only person who didn't give in to her, and that was just because of her stupid manipulation. You were sick of her games.
She's a big fat red flag. You should push her away and choke her to death; and maybe you will, if she doesn't behave well.
Dazai expected your first kiss to be quick. She expected you to shy away from her and let her be in charge, so she was surprised when you suddenly rolled and got on top of her, silencing her gasp by slamming your lips on hers.
The kiss was passionate, hungry, and somewhat rough. You were devouring every inch of her lips you could reach, hands roaming around her body, tracing over the lace of her panties. Dazai parted from you to catch her breath, but she had you thirst over her for too long, and you still hadn't got enough of her taste, so you caught her lips again, biting the bottom one and enjoying the sound of her delightful moans.
When you finally pulled away, she panted for breath as she looked into your eyes. She never thought you would be this good at kissing.
"Get on top of me" "...Ok"
She hadn't seen this side of you before, but she couldn't deny how much she liked it.
After both of you getting undressed naked, she slowly got on top of your head, sinking down carefully until she felt your warm breath tickling her crotch; but as you were about to have a taste from her, she started pulling your panties down while bending on your body, planting a kiss on your inner thigh.
So she's playing this game now huh.
Guess I'll have a chance to show off my skills.
She started making out with your cunt, almost making you moan immediately; but you took your time, slowly kissing her clit to her entrance. You could feel her body tense up and lean closer to your mouth, but you still didn't give in, sufficing with kissing her clit, only a bit longer this time. You heard her hissing and dipping her tongue inside of you to earn at least a whimper, but you turned out to be a tough nut to crack.
Still, you couldn't lie about how good she actually was at licking pussy; But she still had a long way to reach you.
Dazai gave up on receiving anything from you and focused on making you feel good, so she was stunned when your tongue suddenly embraced her bud, sucking on the soft flesh hardly.
Blood rushed through her cheeks as she whined loudly, pushing herself more into your mouth, greedy for more. You closed your eyes and started exploring her vagina with your muscle, delighted by the enormous amount of arousal covering her.
"Fuck you taste good, no wonder men can't get enough of you"
Dazai wanted to respond to you, perhaps with a flirty comeback, but she was too busy choking on her breath to do so.
You gripped her hips while sucking on her clit again, removing your tongue from it to slip it inside of her. Your fingers started rubbing on her clit, not too fast to make her come immediately, but enough to earn louder moans from her. She was trying, so hard, to lick you off to; but she just couldn't keep a steady rhythm.
"Fuck y/n! Y-you never told me how goo-ah!"
Something was inside her again, though it was not as warm and flexible as your tongue, it was longer and could reach a sensitive sweet spot. Your tongue was still on her, just a bit higher, sucking on her clit again.
Dazai was feeling dizzy. She could feel blood rushing through his veins and her heart racing, slamming itself to her thorax. She had never felt like this before- never this close, never this intimate, never this weak. She was absorbing all the warmth radiating from your body. She could feel her cervix drawing closer and closer, and it was way too different from all the experiences she'd had so far.
"Y/n..." She mumbled.
"Y/n!" She moaned.
"Y/n fu- a-ah- fuck!" She screamed, holding your legs tightly, releasing her cum on your face. The sloppy sounds of her arousal dispersing out of her entrance drove her crazy. She couldn't hold back anymore. Tears painted her cheeks as she cried out for breath, feeling overwhelmed by her explosive orgasm. Meanwhile you kept your mouth open, chuckling as you let her arousal land on your tongue, proud of yourself with the satisfying outcome.
When she was finally done, she didn't stop shivering. She stayed down there for a few seconds, then got off you, turning around so she could see your face which had turned red from how she was suffocating you with her pussy.
"Are... Are you ok?..."
Dazai looked... vulnerable.
Her eyes were glassy, her face was red-from both embarrassment and her release-, she looked surprised, worried, everything at the same time.
She looked extraordinarily beautiful.
And she was here, with you, on the verge of breaking apart.
She was finally yours.
You pulled her down and kissed her for the one hundredth time that night, emptying your mind with all the nights you both spent on different beds but in each other's dreams, and filling it up with her blood, her cum, her tears, her. Arms wrapped around each other, you rolled on the bed, tongues battling for dominance. Tears didn't stop falling from her eyes, even though she had them closed shot. Her tears were hot, like her body, her passion, her every gesture. You kissed her eyes and she cried. You kissed her cheeks and she whimpered. You kissed her chest, right on her heart and she gripped your hair, pulling you back up again. You kissed her on the lips and she kissed you back just as hungrily as you did, making up for all the times she had you becoming frustrated over the gap between you.
She was so close, you could feel her breaking apart in your arms and her tears never stopped falling, but she didn't want to let go. She has never ever wanted to stay so damn much in her entire life.
Maybe this was the pleasuring end she was hoping to achieve through her attempts of suicide, and there she was, finding it here, with you.
"I need to- to make you come too- please, y/n"
"Shhh…. It's ok honey. It's ok"
Placing one last kiss on her wet eyelashes, you exhaled largely as you adjusted yourself on her, positioning your womanhood on hers.
She wrapped her arms around your neck, kissing you gently this time, almost as gentle as the way you rubbed yourself on her.
"Oh!"
"It feels nice..."
"Don't stop please"
"I will never stop" You kissed her forehead affectionately.
Pushing up into each other, you both moaned softly as your clits made close contact again. She smiled at the sight of the string of your cum attached to each other due to your crotches rubbing on each other.
"Huh! That's so fucking hot..." "I know, right, love?"
"Call me that again" She didn't sound cheerful as she was a few hours ago, she sounded needy, but still adorable enough for you to give in.
"I love you so much, pretty girl. I'm sure you already know that"
"Oh god" She dug her nails in your back. "More, tell me more"
"I love you so fucking much Osamu. So much that I can't sleep at nights because my mind always comes up against a stumbling block; and that block is always you. I love you so much that I applied at your job, only to be able to see you everyday. I love- you- so much- that- fuck-"
Wet, hot pussies slamming on each other, you lost control of your words, tightening your grip on her as you speeded up. She pushes up into you, to feel your clit rub on hers. You let lust overcome you, giving in to the euphoria gifted by her body. You both whined and ground on each other, helping your orgasm clear its way out. She threw her head back and moaned louder than before, shivering as she desperately kept rubbing herself on you.
It. Just. Felt. Too. Good.
"Oh fuck. I'm gonna-"
"Me too-"
"Come for me. Come for me pretty girl. Let me- Ah- Hear that pretty voice of yours again"
You felt closer each time you slammed your juicy pussy on hers, and you still couldn't get enough"
"Harder! Harder! Fuck!" She cries out again, body quivering as her orgasm also drew closer.
Close, closer, almost there, and finally.
When she was about to scream again, you crushed her lips with yours, moaning as loud as her, but in her mouth. Your mixed groan sounded so hot, but the hotter thing was your cum decorating each other's pussy. The kiss lasted for almost a minute, before you crashed next to her, gasping for breath.
"You can still lend my dress" You said between your pants.
"I told you idiot, there's no date"
"There's a date" You tilted your head toward her and smiled. "A date with me"
Dazai giggled as she kissed your cheek. "So you're finally asking me out?"
"I am. If I keep dragging my feet others will steal you away from me before I can even realize. Wear that dress for me Love, and maybe we'll end up here at my house, in the middle of the night, again"
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Getting to be your first time
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Pairing: Dazai, Chuuya X Fem!Reader
Request: "Chuuya and Dazai with a fem reader that’s a shy virgin that has never managed to pleasure herself, that’s what’s on my filthy mind rn" ◜By lovely anon!!◞
Genre: Smut
Format: Drabble
Warnings: NSFW! content, Pet names (Doll), Vaginal penetration, Cunnilingus, Oral (F receiving), etc
Word Count: 0.7K
A/n: Eye eye captain!
↳Osamu Dazai
The way you try to hide your face as his tongue goes deeper inside you has him losing his fucking mind. Dazai has taken a lot of virginities, he's been lots of people's "first time"; but not once he had ever felt special, not like how he feels now.
He's amused with how sensitive you are, and how you refuse to let go of his hand despite facing the need to squirm around. He's told you to let go and don't hold yourself back multiple times, but you just don't listen;
it's like you're asking him to take the lead and show you how loud he can make you become, without actually saying it.
Dazai is having the time of his life down there. He loves it when no matter how much he eats you out, your pussy still gets wet with even more arousal.
He decides to be gentle with you, to not rush anything and go on slowly. He takes his time, leaning closer to bask you with euphoria as he makes out with your cunt, delighted by the way you moan whenever he pokes your clit with his tongue.
"O-Osamu... I- I think I'm..."
No. He can't hold back anymore. Not when you call out for him this prettily.
Dazai Osamu is one greedy man, and he does not hesitates to show it off. He slowly rubs your entrance with one digit while focusing on the sensitive spot on your clit, and spares no pain to suck on the tender flesh to earn louder whines from you. Maybe you're just as greedy as he is; or else you wouldn't throw your head back and push his head further to your core, making the poor man suffocate between your thighs. But he is not irritated even one bit; Running out of breath while he has you screaming for him in his last moments are a dream he lives to see it becoming true.
He will try to be good for you, and maybe you will let him take his frustration out on your tight little pussy tonight,
and for many more nights to come.
↳Chuuya Nakahara
Chuuya can't decide if his pleased with the current situation, or annoyed.
Of course he's happy that he finally gets to have you all to himself, hell he will even refer to his current mood as "head over heels"; but it's not gonna work out if you keep hiding your face with your hands.
He gently grasps your hands and pulls them aside, revealing your gorgeous flushed face and an innocent look in your eyes that drives him insane. He just can't understand why you try so hard to keep him from seeing your pretty face and your cute little whimpers.
"Do you trust me, doll?"
Nod.
"Then stop holding back, ok? I wanna see you baby. All of you. You're so gorgeous sweetheart. Fucking breathtaking for me. So don't shy away anymore, alright?"
After seeing your nod of approval, he smirks and kisses your jawline as he starts rocking his hips back and forth again, satisfied when he finally hears your moans clearly. He hisses when he feels your hand approaching your mouth to cover it again, so he suddenly bites your neck.
Your loud whimper definitely fueled his ego, more than he expected.
Needy lips targeting the sensitive spot on your neck, attacking the warm skin with kitty licks and kisses are not exactly helping. You can't hold yourself from giving in anymore; digging your nails in his back while wrapping your legs around him are just making it more obvious.
Chuuya can clearly feel you getting closer to your release as your moans become louder and your grasp around him tightens, and he can't wait to feel your walls squeeze around him as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.
He would have told you that this was not going to be the end of the night, but the fun must be saved from ruining, right?
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"Are you enjoying yourself, Belladonna?"
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Pairing: Dazai X Fem!Reader
Request: "Dazai has such pretty and long fingers... not to mention they're quite sneaky and he's good at using them..." ◜By lovely anon!!◞
Genre: Smut
Format: Drabble
Warnings: NSFW! content, Mild toxic relationship, Dom!Dazai, Sub!Reader, Fingering, Dacryphilia
Word Count: 0.5K
A/n: Hehe~~
"Are you enjoying yourself, Belladonna?"
Your incapability to form proper words has his lips curled up into a smirk, too massive to be overlooked, and he has no intention of hiding it.
How silly of him! Of course you can't answer. You're too busy moaning and squirming around to be able to respond to him. He's not even sure if you've understood the question or not.
"I've been dreaming about this all day, pretty girl. You can't walk around wearing short skirts with high stockings and expect me to play it cool. I was this close to bending you against my desk and take you right there, with all of our colleagues watching"
He's fingers have been scissoring you open for so long, yet hasn't hold back even one bit. The speed is the same if not more than before, and with the cocky smile he's wearing? He's not going to back down unless he has you releasing all over his digits, more than once.
"Or perhaps that was your true intention, hmm? To have me fuck you dumb in the office while other people were watching? Are you that much of an attention seeker? I'm talking to you, y/n"
He's so mean, such a merciless jerk but he's fingers are painfully long; long enough for you to put up with his shit, desperately attempt to nod while being the mess you are, too weak to trap your sobs and whimpers in your throat; and of course that gets him going.
"Awww, are you crying now, Bella? I'm really sorry, I guess I was being a bit irrational. Of course you would never do that, right? You know how possessive I can get when it comes to my belongings"
You're trying, so hard, to stop crying like a pathetic little girl, but you can't; not when the tip of his fingers caress your sweet spot inside so nicely with each thrust of them. You know you're down bad yet the intoxicated feeling of his stupidly long, slender fingers are too addictive and you can never get enough.
Maybe he was right; you really are one greedy whore desperate for his attention. But he knows that it's for him and him only, and that's enough to fuel his ego and accept you with open arms every time you come crawling to him like a lost puppy.
The only type of puppy he can never bring himself to hate.
"Keep it down a little, sweet girl? It will be embarrassing if we receive a noise complain tomorrow. You don't want Kunikida's angry face to be the first thing you see in the morning, do you? Look at you, baby! you've made a mess all over my hand and you haven't come even once! Even my bandages are stained! But I guess I can't be mad when you're this obedient, hmm? It's kinda my fault too... But don't worry, I'll be responsible this time and treat you like the good girl you are. You like that, don't you? To be my girl. My precious, unbelievably beautiful Belladonna"
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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 male genitals, Coming out of coma, Body swapping
Word Count: 1.5K
A/n: This chapter is based on the webtoon "Turn to prince charming", which is where I got the original idea from. It's available on webcomics if you're interested!
Series Masterlist ⇝ Part Two
Vacuity.
It's what you've been feeling for... How long? You're not exactly sure, but it seems to be quite a while from the looks of it.
This place seems... Unfamiliar. Numb, senseless, and disturbing. You're floating around in a blank space you don't recognize, the light is blocking your vision and no matter how much you struggle, you can't move a single inch. This torpidness is illogically painful, you want to cry but there's no such thing as tears coming out of your eyes. It's only fear, tediousness, and irritation. But what hurts the most is...
You don't know what to do to free yourself from this nightmare.
Wake up.
It's a new voice coming from behind, and it feels so holy that you almost think it's a figment of your imagination and turn a blind eye to it; but you keep hearing it continuously. It's calling out to... You probably, since you're the only one who's present; but that's why you're confused.
Someone else has stepped into this dismal dimension.
...Actually, no; he was probably here from the beginning. He's been watching you from the very start, and after all the time you tried to run away from the blinding lights, now he wants to offer you a hand and help you out.
About time.
You look around, desperately searching for any sign of life and moving thing, but there's no one here except you, yet the voice doesn't stop echoing in the space.
Wake up.
You want to take his hand and run away with him, but you can't see any hand stretched out to hold yours and help you up. His voice comes from a very close distance, like he's whispering it next to your ear. Even though you cant see him, it doesn't scare you; it caresses your soul, comforts your broken heart, and kisses your spiritual scars.
You want to see your savior.
You cry out for him. Your throat stings and you cry out again and again, but nothing changes; except for his sentence becoming longer.
You should wake up.
And that's when you finally meet his cold, gorgeous hazel eyes; and through his bright, rueful smile, you suddenly realize the truth.
He isn't your savior.
He's just another victim.
"I know that it hurts, but you need to wake up"
When your eyes finally shoot open, the lights in the room bothers you again; but in the brief second you caught a glimpse of the room, you recognize the white walls, a packet of serum hanging on a metal pile, and the figure of a white haired boy sitting next to your bed, dozing off.
A hospital.
But I don't know this person.
You look around the room for any sign of familiarity, but when you don't find anything again, a frustrated sigh escapes you lips.
Well, at least I can move around now.
Careful not to wake the man up, you get out of the bed and drag the metal pile with you to a door you assume is the bathroom, which turns out to be right when you open it. You feel a bit dizzy that might be actually the result of your long coma; but there's another strange thing as well;
you're taller than you used to be.
Shaking your head to the side, you shrug your shoulders and unzip your pants to get rid of the pressure coming from your full bladders; but just as you're about to sit on the toilet, something new catches your eye.
A penis.
You giggle lightly and take a look at your member again. People were right! It sure is small when it's not erected. It has the same color as your skin and It kind of looks weird too... But at least it's shaved! Not completely though... But you can work with this too. And also...
Now you can pee while standing up!
Maybe life is showing its kind side to you again.
You mumble your favorite song as you take a piss, excited when it goes right inside the toilet. You're so good at aiming! If there was ever a competition about who can shoot their urine right inside the toilet, you probably would have been the winner, although this is actually the first time you're trying this out.
Wait.
You look at the penis again, and your blood freezes in your veins, because the last time you checked, you were definitely a woman.
Did you... get gender bent? Maybe they had to... turn you into a guy to save your life? What a pile of nonsense! Even if that's true...
Why are you taller than before?
You get up as fast as you can and run toward the mirror, and when you look at yourself, you're met with a foreign face of a brunette man with dashing looks. What shocks you more is his eyes, the same eyes you saw before you regain consciousness. You later realize that the voice you heard before is also his; but now, all you try to do is to scream, which results in a strident sound reminding you that sadly, men can't scream, and also in two people barging inside the bathroom- one of them is the one you saw earlier, and the other one is a white haired young boy, who's wearing an expression like he's been worried sick.
"Dazai? What's going on?"
Dazai?
As the taller man speaks up, you wonder if you recall knowing anyone named "Dazai", who you've been mistaken for. But maybe this isn't a mistake after all- maybe it's time for you to face the truth;
that you've switched bodies with some guy you don't even know.
Yet you still got a question to answer.
Looking at the blonde's stressed face, you bite your bottom lip with discomfort and let out a worried gasp.
"I... I have a penis, and I look hot"
His teeth grit.
"No Kunikida! Don't hit him!"
Dazai on the other hand, is having the time of his life.
"C'mon ladies! What are you afraid of? Hug me a bit tighter!"
Your friends share a confused look between each other and tighten their grip around whom they assume is you, but is actually a perverted man with handsy manner.
"Ahhhhh, I nearly died. What a tragedy indeed! Aren't you all happy that I've survived? You can express your happiness by giving me a kiss, you know. I won't mind it at all~"
For someone who's been in a coma for nearly two weeks, Dazai sure is energetic. The doctors were all so taken aback that they got him a blood test to check if he's feeling alright or not, but everything was normal, except for his behavior. Well, yours, to be specific. Your friends have never seen you so... weird; yet they don't say anything because you're back, and that's all that matters. Nearly.
Dazai is feeling blessed. At first he was disappointed since he was literally at death's door but somehow survived; but all those negative feelings faded away when he looked down and saw two pair of boobs on his body. His lips curled up into a wide smirk, and then called out for the people outside, bringing him to his current situation.
One of your friends caresses his hair and looks at him with pure concern. "Y/n... Are you really ok? We wanted to sue that scumbag who hit you with his car, but he also got lapsed into a coma and we weren't sure if you wanted us to... "
Scumbag? Oh! They're talking about him.
"No need to do that, pretty! I'm sure he's a decent man with pure heart and killer looks— besides, accidents happen, right?"
"Oh? Sure... Apparently he's waken up too by the way! You might not wanna sue him but we can go to his room and kick that careless ass of his! Why don't you wanna sue him anyway? These careless people piss me off— he nearly took your life!"
Dazai feels a tiny bit guilty. All he wanted to do was to mess with Kunikida, and what better way than stealing the key of his new car? Although he was caught in the act and had to turn on the engine in order to run away from a shouting, raged Kunikida, forgetting the fact that he doesn't know how to drive a car. He eventually lost control of the car and all he thought of doing was to pull up the car, to avoid crashing into anything.And of all people, you had to run in the middle of the road.
All Dazai saw before his head hit the windscreen was you, collapsing on the ground, your head getting struck against the street corner.
"No need... Actually, if his colleague— or whatever, comes here, shoo him away somehow. Tell him that he's one hundred percent forgiven but I don't want to see them ever again, ok? Especially if the guy's name was Kunikida"
Right. For now, all he should do is relax, enjoy himself and avoid everyone until things get calmer.
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this is (no longer) a one time thing, I got bored and a little tipsy, decided to take a ask I sent to one of my favorite creators and post it on my account instead.
(✧) warnings: lowercase writing, sexual themes, virginity loss, praise, degradation, dazais his own warning, dacryphilia, overstimulation (?), if I missed anything, let me know! NSFW 18+ under the cut, MDNI
(✦) summary: what's it like to lose your virginity to two of the finest men in Yokohama? 424 words~
(✧) pairing: dazai x reader, chuuya x reader (separately)
(✦) (a/n): I apologize, I keep editing this post, I can't decide how I want the layout and I'm not used to posting on here
(✧) listening to~ baby said by måneskin
imagine losing your virginity to chuuya or dazai.
Chuuya would be so gentle the whole time, honored that you chose him to take your virginity, making sure you cum by his hands or mouth at least twice to prep you, thrusting into you slow and deep to make sure he doesn't hurt you, praising you the entire time with a sweet, loving tone, his head buried into your neck as he peppers your jaw and face with kisses, praise falling from his lips as he fucks you senseless. "good girl, y're doing so good f'me. god, you feel heavenly, squeezing me s'tight. what a pretty sight you are, spread out under me like this." he practically worships you, kissing you all over, leaving soft bites and marks on your skin, his head shoved in the crook of your neck as he cums with a low moan, just barely heard. he's got you all wrapped up in his arms after, holding you and peppering your face till you're giggling sleepily, asking if your alright, if he hurt you at all while he cleans you up before falling a sleep with you in his arms, murmuring a soft "love you, s'fucking much, doll." into your ear before he slips into a dreamless slumber.
Dazai would only smirk when you tell him your a virgin, fucking you raw and sensitive just to watch the tears form in your eyes and feel you squirm beneath him, only laughing when you beg him to slow down, that it hurts, making mocking (he wouldn't actually mock you, he loves you far to much for that) comments as he only fucks you rougher. "awh, poor baby, so worked up. you're taking me so well, are you sure your really a virgin? you're practically sucking me in, what a needy little cock drunk slut you are f'me, only me." his bandaged hands grab at your hips so tightly, nails leaving crescent moon indents on your skin, his grip near bruising. your nails rake down his back, between his shoulder blades, creating red, angry lines that only make him fuck into you harder, a mocking grin on his face as he kisses the corners of your eyes, taking away the tears that brim in your eyes, only to pull out, just the tip remaining in you before he slams back into you, watching the tears bubble in your eyes once more with a teasing, degrading comment. "you cryin'? oh, poor thing, fucked so dumb you can't even say anything broken babbles of my name. such a stupid, pretty little thing."
masterlist!
dividers by @/cafekitsune
whatchu think about dazai n chuuya smut when they're drunk? thanks hehe <33
(✧) warnings: lowercase writing, sexual content, pet names (belladonna/'donna, darling, doll, babydoll, good girl) drinking, drunk sex, rough sex, degradation, praise, teasing, dacryphilia, overstimulation, orgasm control, oral (m receiving), hints of oral (fem receiving) at the end, throat fucking, hints of multiple rounds in chuuyas part, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, belly budge, gagging, biting, hickeys, bruises, afab reader. MDNI, 18+ NSFW bellow the cut!
(✦) summary: sometimes they get a little too drunk and they just cant hold them back from such a pretty thing like you. 859 words~
(✧) a/n: this is self indument lmao, wrote dazais part during my maths class. might write jealousy smut after this
(✦) pairing: chuuya x fem bodied!reader, dazai x fem bodied!reader (separately)
(✧) listening to~ Kiwi by Harry Styles
chuuya was practically on you the second he pulled you out of the bar, peppering kisses along your neck and up to your lips as he locked the car door, shoving you down into the back seat of his experience car, the windows tint combined with the nights dim lighting making it near impossible to see into the car. you could taste the wine on his lips, the man's drunken, dazed murmurs lost on your drunken, needy thoughts. "damnit.. need you s'much, doll" his words are muffled against your neck as his hands moved to unbutton your pants and tug them down your thighs, your underwear coming with. he chuckles as he watches you squirm as the cold air hits your exposed cunt, and one of his gloved hands grab onto your hip in a near bruising grasp, his other hand undoing his belt, letting it fall to the cars flooring with a thump, his pants and boxers slid down his thighs. his hands grab at your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he bullies his cock into your tight pussy. "shit, darlin', your practically sucking me in.. god I need you... you gonna be a good girl? gonna let me fuck you dumb?" his words are slurred and muffled against your neck as he bites down suddenly, your breath hitching as he sucks hickeys onto the exposed skin of your neck, pushing your shirt collar down to leave even more marks. your pressed up against the window as he fucks you, his cock bruising your cervix and your body getting shoved further against car door. his hand slides up you shirt, over your belly, pressing down on the bulge that disappears and appears everytime he thrusts into you, groaning as he feels you squeeze around him tighter. "gonna cum, yea? well, hold it. be a good girl and don't cum till I tell you so." god, he's so mean, you can't help but whines and claw at his back, grabbing the fabric of his dress shirt and vest between your fingers. he only continues to press on the bulge, near entranced as he watched him slide in and out of you, slick squelching sounds filling the car, the pressure he puts on your tummy only making the knot in your stomach coil tighter, tears welling in your eyes as you claw and beg for him to let you cum, that you need to cum. he only growls and thrusts into you quicker, and you have no choice but to come undone on his cock, painting his pants and the leather seats below you in your arousal. he cums soon after, fucking your overstimulated, abused cunt, and you swear you've never felt so full, the way his cum feels in you makes you almost drunk off of the feeling alone, though it might be the wine in your system. "you think you could go another round, babydoll?"
you don't know how you ended up in this situation, dazai inviting you over under the guise of wanting to hand out after work, only to find yourself on the floor of his apartment, mouth stuffed full of his cock as your eyes water and your nails dig into his clothed thighs. "fuck.. yes, just like tha.. that.." his bandaged hand threads into your hair, shoving you further down onto his cock, making you gag as the tip bruises the back of your throat, and he groans as your throat constricts around him. he holds you there, thrusting his hips up as he fucks your throat, head thrown back in pure ecstacy. "god, 'donna, you'd put a call girl to shame with the way you choke on my cock.. you look so pretty like this, like a damn slut with the way your swallowing me so eagerly.." dazai isn't drunk, no where near it, only slightly tipsy. but you, you are, and it's rather easy to convince you into things while your minds fuzzed over with alcohol, your limbs tingly and thoughts unclear. his hand suddenly shoves your head all the way down, and he cums down your throat, leaving you have no choice to swallow the salty, thick ropes that paint your tongue and throat white. his hand moves from the back of your head to your chin, and he pulls you off his dick, your mouth separating from his tip with a wet 'pop!' his thumbs wipes the mixture of his cum and your spit off your bottom lip, and he kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue. your mascara is smudged, a messy cloud of black around your eyes from your tears, and he only smudges it more when his thumb swiped under you eye. "you're so pretty when you cry..." he flips you into your back, earning a high pitched gasp from you, shimmying your pants off and nipping at your inner thighs, holding eye contact with you as he licks a fat stripe over your clothed cunt, bitting softly at your clit through your underwear, a smirk on his lips and a glimmer of something in his eyes. "why don't I return the favor, yeah?"
masterlist!
dividers by @/cafekitsune
(✧) warnings: sexual content, rough sex, choking, oral (fem receiving), breeding kink(?), jealous sex, biting, marks, hickeys, manhandling, semi public sex, fingering, these men are mean, suicides mentioned once (it's dazai, what did you expect), possible objectification, thigh riding, degradation, dacryphilia, edging, orgasm denial, teasing, name calling, overstimulation, drinking, no dick for y'all today, afab reader, no pronouns used, pretty girl and good girl used like once, entirely not proof read. tell me if I missed anything. MDNI 18+ NSFW bellow the cut!
(✦) summary: what happens when someone gets just a little too touchy feely when they're around? 1283 words~
(✧) (a/n): this is entirely self indulgent, wrote it at midnight within an hour and edited it once I woke up, so I apologize is it didn't make much sense. lost my train of thought when it came tho fyodor so his part might be shorter than the others.
(✦) pairings: chuuya x fem!reader, dazai x fem!reader, fyodor x fem!reader, mentions of nikolai x reader. no uses of pronouns.
(✧) listening to~ fan behavior by Isaac Dunbar
chuuyas hands were on you the moment you two set foot in your shared penthouse, the gingers hands slipping to the back of your thighs as he throwing you into the bed, his coat and hat half hazardly discarded along the way, your heels thrown onto the ground as his hands slide your dresses skirt up. his gloved ginger traces over the crotch of your panties, the cloth already damp with your slick from your arousal, earning a mean chuckle from him as his finger flicked over your clothed clit. you felt almost ashamed to admit you found it attractive, the way he was near silent as he toyed with you, a cross between a smirk and a scowl on his face as he watched you squirm. "oh? so wet already? and yet you were talking to him while I was gone, hmm? what are you, some common street whore looking to be filled?" god, how could you have forgotten the reason you where in this position in the first place? being left alone as chuuya went to get another drink, only for the executive return to find his seat filled by the one and only dazai osamu, the brunette happily chatting away, one of your hands between his bandaged ones as you giggled, laughing at whatever nonsense the suicidal maniac spewed. oh, how you wanted to desperately whine and explain that you didn't even know the man, that he had just sat down and didn't listen when you said you already had someone, that your boyfriend would come back any minute. your desperate, babbled attempts to get out words is cut short as the man moves your lace panties to the side, shoving a finger inside you while his thumb rubbed lose and painfully light circles on your pearl, just enough to make your breath hitch, but not enough to be satisfactory. when had he taken off his glove? your thighs clamp shut around his hand, only earning a tsk from chuuya as his, still gloved, free hand spread your legs apart, so far it was painful, muscles burning and aching to rest. "oh? y'wanna cum? to bad, only good girls get to cum." his skilled fingers curl into you, just grazing over the spot that makes you see stars, making you claw and bed for him to please, pretty please stop being so mean and just fuck you already. he only laughs, his hand tightening its grasp on your thigh tighter as he leans over to ghost kisses along your neck, his voice quiet but rough, another finger slipping into your sopping cunt, curling and earning a breath moan from you. "not yet, doll. I'll fuck you when you remember who this pussy belongs to, yeah? or am I gonna have fuck you pregnant to make you remember? god, you'd look to beautiful like that though, everyone would know who you belong to, then."
dazais slender, bandaged hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you away from the bar where you had sat all pretty, innocently talking to the barkeep, the man flirting with you while you where completely oblivious to it, or plain ignoring it. you let him guide you, a soft "ah-? 'samu? are you alright?" falling from your lips as he pulled you into the bars bathroom, locking the door before picking you up and pushing you onto the sinks counter. the brunette fell to his knees infront of you, uncharacteristically quiet ad he unbuttoned your slacks, eyes wide as he shimmied them to fall to the ground, onto of your shoes, your underwear following lead and hanging from your ankle untill he pulled them off and stuffed them in his coat pocket, hooking your legs over his shoulders as his hands gripped at the juncture between your hips and thighs, squeezing softly as he laps experimentally over your wet folds. he watches you squirm, one hand covering your mouth to muffle the breathy gasp, thighs trembling and threatening to close around his head. "god.. you taste so good, sweetheart, all f'me." his gaze flickers upwards, a teasing smirk overtaking his lips before he pulls away from your pussy, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, sucking and biting marks into the skin. soft whines and whimpers turn into mewls and quiet moans, sounds growing in volume as you slowly forget that your still in the bar. "shh.. wouldn't want someone to hear you, now would you?" punctuating his sentence with a bite to your inner thigh, his lips move to wrap around your clit, one hand moving from the fat of your thigh to slip into your gummy walls, curling and scissoring almost immediately. the pleasure near overwhelming as your thighs clamp around his head, one of your hands threading into his hair and pulling slightly as loud, muffled moans fall from your lips, your eyes shut as his other hand squeezes your thigh, nails digging into your skin. you tremble as your orgasm washes over you, dazai still eating you out like a starved man, licking up your release untill you weakly pull him away from your cunt by his hair, the man licking his lips as he stands between your legs, hands on your hips as he kisses you. you can taste yourself on his tongue, a soft mewl being pulled from you as he pulls away, burring his face Into you neck as he murmurs. "don't you think you taste good, pretty girl? thats something only I will ever taste, it's all f'me, that pesky barkeep will never even get close to touching you. you're mine, baby, you understand that?"
the cold hands on your hips rock you back and fourth, making you grind against fyodors thin thigh as you whimper and whine out "'m sorry"s for something you dont even know your apologizing for, tears bubbling in your eyes as your hands weakly grab onto his shirt. "oh? you're sorry? you didn't seem sorry when you were dancing with nikolai, now did you, you little tramp? all giggly as his hands roamed your body and spun you around as if you aren't mine to love, to hold, not his." fyodors hands tighten their grasp, near bruising in strength as his lithe fingers dig into the plush flesh on your hips, making the pace quicker and the pressure against your clit harder. the fabric of his pant leg is damp, the color deeper in saturation where your slick drips down, the material brushing against your clit and drawing soft gasps from you. your head falls, resting on his shoulder as you whimper and whine, hips bucking slightly rougher against him untill he holds you completely still, taking away every ounce of pleasure you had once had. "tsk.. I thought you would behave, but it seems not. am I going have to fuck your manners back into you, мплая?¹" his tone is harsh, mocking even, that sly smirk on his face as he tilts your head up to look at him, hand moving from your chin to your throat, squeezing lightly. the action pulls a soft squeak from you, the noise being swallowed as he kisses you, and you can't help but rock your hips against his thigh once more. though this time, he lets you, the hand that was on your hip moving to rub tight, quick circles along your clit. he pulls away from the kiss for a moment, his breath ghosting over your face as your eyes flutter open, looking up at him with a near pleading gaze. "oh? what a needy little thing you are. well go on. get yourself off on my thigh. little sluts like you don't deserve to get fucked."
Masterlist!
¹darling
dividers by @/cafekitsune
(✧) warnings: sexual content, rough sex, choking, oral (fem receiving), breeding kink(?), jealous sex, biting, marks, hickeys, manhandling, semi public sex, fingering, these men are mean, suicides mentioned once (it's dazai, what did you expect), possible objectification, thigh riding, degradation, dacryphilia, edging, orgasm denial, teasing, name calling, overstimulation, drinking, no dick for y'all today, afab reader, no pronouns used, pretty girl and good girl used like once, entirely not proof read. tell me if I missed anything. MDNI 18+ NSFW bellow the cut!
(✦) summary: what happens when someone gets just a little too touchy feely when they're around? 1283 words~
(✧) (a/n): this is entirely self indulgent, wrote it at midnight within an hour and edited it once I woke up, so I apologize is it didn't make much sense. lost my train of thought when it came tho fyodor so his part might be shorter than the others.
(✦) pairings: chuuya x fem!reader, dazai x fem!reader, fyodor x fem!reader, mentions of nikolai x reader. no uses of pronouns.
(✧) listening to~ fan behavior by Isaac Dunbar
chuuyas hands were on you the moment you two set foot in your shared penthouse, the gingers hands slipping to the back of your thighs as he throwing you into the bed, his coat and hat half hazardly discarded along the way, your heels thrown onto the ground as his hands slide your dresses skirt up. his gloved ginger traces over the crotch of your panties, the cloth already damp with your slick from your arousal, earning a mean chuckle from him as his finger flicked over your clothed clit. you felt almost ashamed to admit you found it attractive, the way he was near silent as he toyed with you, a cross between a smirk and a scowl on his face as he watched you squirm. "oh? so wet already? and yet you were talking to him while I was gone, hmm? what are you, some common street whore looking to be filled?" god, how could you have forgotten the reason you where in this position in the first place? being left alone as chuuya went to get another drink, only for the executive return to find his seat filled by the one and only dazai osamu, the brunette happily chatting away, one of your hands between his bandaged ones as you giggled, laughing at whatever nonsense the suicidal maniac spewed. oh, how you wanted to desperately whine and explain that you didn't even know the man, that he had just sat down and didn't listen when you said you already had someone, that your boyfriend would come back any minute. your desperate, babbled attempts to get out words is cut short as the man moves your lace panties to the side, shoving a finger inside you while his thumb rubbed lose and painfully light circles on your pearl, just enough to make your breath hitch, but not enough to be satisfactory. when had he taken off his glove? your thighs clamp shut around his hand, only earning a tsk from chuuya as his, still gloved, free hand spread your legs apart, so far it was painful, muscles burning and aching to rest. "oh? y'wanna cum? to bad, only good girls get to cum." his skilled fingers curl into you, just grazing over the spot that makes you see stars, making you claw and bed for him to please, pretty please stop being so mean and just fuck you already. he only laughs, his hand tightening its grasp on your thigh tighter as he leans over to ghost kisses along your neck, his voice quiet but rough, another finger slipping into your sopping cunt, curling and earning a breath moan from you. "not yet, doll. I'll fuck you when you remember who this pussy belongs to, yeah? or am I gonna have fuck you pregnant to make you remember? god, you'd look to beautiful like that though, everyone would know who you belong to, then."
dazais slender, bandaged hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you away from the bar where you had sat all pretty, innocently talking to the barkeep, the man flirting with you while you where completely oblivious to it, or plain ignoring it. you let him guide you, a soft "ah-? 'samu? are you alright?" falling from your lips as he pulled you into the bars bathroom, locking the door before picking you up and pushing you onto the sinks counter. the brunette fell to his knees infront of you, uncharacteristically quiet ad he unbuttoned your slacks, eyes wide as he shimmied them to fall to the ground, onto of your shoes, your underwear following lead and hanging from your ankle untill he pulled them off and stuffed them in his coat pocket, hooking your legs over his shoulders as his hands gripped at the juncture between your hips and thighs, squeezing softly as he laps experimentally over your wet folds. he watches you squirm, one hand covering your mouth to muffle the breathy gasp, thighs trembling and threatening to close around his head. "god.. you taste so good, sweetheart, all f'me." his gaze flickers upwards, a teasing smirk overtaking his lips before he pulls away from your pussy, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, sucking and biting marks into the skin. soft whines and whimpers turn into mewls and quiet moans, sounds growing in volume as you slowly forget that your still in the bar. "shh.. wouldn't want someone to hear you, now would you?" punctuating his sentence with a bite to your inner thigh, his lips move to wrap around your clit, one hand moving from the fat of your thigh to slip into your gummy walls, curling and scissoring almost immediately. the pleasure near overwhelming as your thighs clamp around his head, one of your hands threading into his hair and pulling slightly as loud, muffled moans fall from your lips, your eyes shut as his other hand squeezes your thigh, nails digging into your skin. you tremble as your orgasm washes over you, dazai still eating you out like a starved man, licking up your release untill you weakly pull him away from your cunt by his hair, the man licking his lips as he stands between your legs, hands on your hips as he kisses you. you can taste yourself on his tongue, a soft mewl being pulled from you as he pulls away, burring his face Into you neck as he murmurs. "don't you think you taste good, pretty girl? thats something only I will ever taste, it's all f'me, that pesky barkeep will never even get close to touching you. you're mine, baby, you understand that?"
the cold hands on your hips rock you back and fourth, making you grind against fyodors thin thigh as you whimper and whine out "'m sorry"s for something you dont even know your apologizing for, tears bubbling in your eyes as your hands weakly grab onto his shirt. "oh? you're sorry? you didn't seem sorry when you were dancing with nikolai, now did you, you little tramp? all giggly as his hands roamed your body and spun you around as if you aren't mine to love, to hold, not his." fyodors hands tighten their grasp, near bruising in strength as his lithe fingers dig into the plush flesh on your hips, making the pace quicker and the pressure against your clit harder. the fabric of his pant leg is damp, the color deeper in saturation where your slick drips down, the material brushing against your clit and drawing soft gasps from you. your head falls, resting on his shoulder as you whimper and whine, hips bucking slightly rougher against him untill he holds you completely still, taking away every ounce of pleasure you had once had. "tsk.. I thought you would behave, but it seems not. am I going have to fuck your manners back into you, мплая?¹" his tone is harsh, mocking even, that sly smirk on his face as he tilts your head up to look at him, hand moving from your chin to your throat, squeezing lightly. the action pulls a soft squeak from you, the noise being swallowed as he kisses you, and you can't help but rock your hips against his thigh once more. though this time, he lets you, the hand that was on your hip moving to rub tight, quick circles along your clit. he pulls away from the kiss for a moment, his breath ghosting over your face as your eyes flutter open, looking up at him with a near pleading gaze. "oh? what a needy little thing you are. well go on. get yourself off on my thigh. little sluts like you don't deserve to get fucked."
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¹darling
dividers by @/cafekitsune
Can I request for where Yandere dazai is down bad for reader/fem. That when reader finally allows him to have her, he rips multiple orgasms and keeps her panties for later use..
(✧) warnings: half of these warning depend on his you see the fic, perv behavior, slight noncon, possible drugging, intoxication, alcohol, mentions of stalking, mentions of violence, yandere behavior, manhandling, overstimulation, possible manipulation? Dazai not listening when you say no more, dacryphilia, slight blood play? sadistic dazai bc have you seen that man? he was literally in prison and has 138 counts of aggravated murder, no way he's not a sadistic fuck. mentions of masterbation, mentions of head (male receiving). fem bodied reader, pet names, degradation, praise, sugar coated degradation, Dazais a liar, mentions of chuuya, dazai literally covers his darling in marks, bruises, bites, hickeys, cuts, claw marks, hand prints. readers mentioned to wear a dress, I wrote this with my cunt and it's not proof read. lowercase writing, english is my first language but I suck at it(beware, shitty gramer), bare with me. ik ur reading this bestie, u a little freak but ily<3 NSFW below the cut, MDNI, ageless blogs will be blocked!
(✦) summary: oh, when you finally agree, although with a little bit of help from being under the influence, who is Dazai to say no? 519 words~
(✧) (a/n): I'm sorry I've been silent for so long! got a little too silly and almost got sent to a mental hospital, I'm back though!! exams are coming up so if there's radio silence again, I apologize!! this'll be short, it's 3:46 and my anemia is killing me.
(✦) pairing(s): yandere!Dazai x fem bodied!darling!reader
(✧) listening to~ Poison by Bell Biv DeVoe
the empty sake bottle forgotten on the ground, Dazais hand eagerly undressing you and near tearing your sundress off as he presses you onto the couch, your head thrown back against the armrest, head spinning from both Dazais lips on your neck and the affects of the alcohol. you usually don't get drunk this easily, nor does your head spin like this. what was going on?
"it's alright, pretty girl, I got you, I'll make you feel good." Dazai shushes you whimper and squirm, one hand firm on your hip, the other slides up your back, unclasping your bra and kneading at your breasts. his hands rest at your hips once more, pulling your panties off and stuffing them in his pocket, a little keepsake for later. he kisses you, his grasp tight on you as he bends and folds you, his belt falling to the floor before he rams into you, making you cry out from the sudden wave of both pain and pleasure.
your legs wrap around his waist, his lips swallowing your pained moans as he fucks you at a brutal pain, murmuring something about "god, you're taking me so well.. should've done this ages ago if you felt this good the whole time.." that your fuzzy, intoxicated brain can't understand. done what? what's he talking about? Dazais nails dig into the fat of your thighs, your pussy squeezing around him as he fucks your cervix, making your tummy twist and turn, your body flushing. cumming with a loud cry, you claw at his clothed back, the man having been to impatient undress himself, whining out for him to stop, that it hurts, and he only laughs, fucking you harder, and you feel another orgasm build up.
"c'mon, didn't you want this, why're you asking me to stop now? don't you wanna feel good?" he taunts, his nails drawing blood, his hold so tight it bruises your thighs. his eyes gleam at the sight of your tears and the small pearls of blood, kissing the tears away as they roll down your cheeks. he kisses you, pulling away and licking at your swollen, red lips, and he can't help out Imagine what they'd look like around his cock. he'd kill anyone else who even thought of you like this, he was sure of it, you where his, his belladonna and his alone.
what will chuuya think when he sees you with Dazai, covered in hickeys and bite marks that the brunette most definitely isn't going to let you hide, why would you, anyways? there's no need to hide if he's the only man your seeing, right? Dazai cums inside you as your second orgasm rushed over you just minutes after the first, Dazai slows, pulling out and watching his cum flow out of your abused hole before flipping you over, sliding right back into your cunt and grabbing the fat of your ass, squeezing as he leans over your figure, whispering in a hushed, near scolding tone. "oh, you didn't think we were done, did you? we still have the whole night left, sweetheart. get comfortable, your not getting a break any time soon."
masterlist!
dividers by @/cafekitsune
look at you
jealous!dazai osamu x f!reader | smut | 1.7k words
summary: dazai finds you, a drunk mess, flirting w chuuya while on one of your rare date nights. dazai comes up with a way to show you who you belong to.
warnings: drunkenness/inebriation, sex in front of a mirror, vaginal sex, cockwarming, thigh riding, cream pie, dirty talk, degradation, mild cursing, possessive behavior
a/n: oh, how i wish to be in this situation 🥺
18+ MDNI
Dazai tapped his foot against the carpeted floor of the jazz club, watching you from where he sat in the booth that he reserved for just the two of you. You were across the large, dimly lit room, at the bar, your hand lightly touching the red-head’s arm and your breath, undoubtedly stinking of the wine that Chuuya had sent over to your table, fanning across his face. Chuuya indulged in your touches and breathy whispers, truthfully only to piss Dazai off, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love the attention from a beautiful woman such as yourself.
Dazai narrowed his eyes at his former partner in crime as he watched him place a hand on your hip and trace an unknown pattern down your thigh. Dazai got the memo. You were drunk and Chuuya was trying to piss him off, but that didn’t stop Dazai from feeling a bit jealous. And he hated that he let himself feel this way.
Chuuya smirked once he noticed that Dazai was watching, moving his hand down your hip and to your ass, all while nodding sincerely at what you were saying.
“And he’s just so cute, y’know?” You whined softly, “Sometimes I just wanna take his stupid, beautiful, dumb ass face in my hands and kiss him all over.” You pouted once you realized Chuuya was looking elsewhere. “Can ya listen to me? ‘M gushing about my feelings, over here.”
“Yeah, yeah, we all know how much you love that bastard.” Chuuya’s smirk deepened. Oh, if only Dazai knew who you were talking about while pressed up against another man. You turned your head to follow Chuuya’s line of sight but Chuuya quickly and smoothly reached to cup your cheek, successfully bringing your attention back to him.
“What’re you lookin’ at?” Your pout seemed to be cemented to your lips. Chuuya snorted a wry laugh and leaned in closer to you, letting his eyes flicker back over to where Dazai was sitting. Where Dazai had been sitting. He was now up and strolling over to where you and Chuuya sat at the bar.
“Listen, doll.” Chuuya lowered his voice to a whisper, demanding all of your attention. Your eyes were wide, cheeks rosy, and lips parted in anticipation. For the first time in his life, Chuuya felt a spark of envy for Dazai; he truly was a lucky bastard. “You wanna know how you could show Dazai your affection?”
You nodded vigorously.
“Head home with him right now. I’m sure you’ve got a fun night ahead of you.” Chuuya released his hold on you and leaned back onto the bar just in time for Dazai to appear at your side. He cradled his wine glass, bringing it up to his lips to sip.
“Chuuya.” Dazai regarded the red-head, a smile on his face but eyes full of threats.
“Y/n was just gushing about you.” Chuuya drawled once he had finished his sip of wine. “Weren’t you, darling?”
“Oh, pet names! How cute.” Dazai quipped, wrapping his fingers around your waist and easily bringing you up to a standing position. “Honey, I fear you’re far too drunk to be around Chuuya. We’re going home.”
You let yourself be squeezed into Dazai’s side, laying a hand across his chest and peering up into his eyes. They were calmly looking back at you, but a part of you felt like you were in danger. The thought alone sobered you up in an instant, although your head was still swimming from the alcohol, and you felt your face heat up.
You squeaked out a farewell to Chuuya, which Dazai did not reciprocate, and you were out into the brisk evening air, which did its job of completely sobering you up. The cold threatened to nip at your skin, but Dazai had already taken off his coat and draped it over your shoulders, quickly moving to replace his hold on your waist once you were warm.
The walk to your shared apartment was silent, save for the taps of you and Dazai’s shoes against the pavement.
“Are you mad?” You tested the waters once Dazai had slid the key into the keyhole of your door, hoping your voice was just soft enough to bring out any sort of affection from Dazai.
“Why would I be mad, sweetheart?” He held the door open for you to walk into your apartment first, before letting himself in and shutting the door behind him.
“Because I was drunk and may or may not have gotten too close to Chuuya.” You shrugged off Dazai’s coat and laid it carefully across the bed. The silence that enveloped you while you took off your shoes made you nervous, and your fingers trembled as you struggled with the zipper of your dress.
Dazai moved over to you and gently moved your hands out of the way, unzipping your dress in one languid motion.
“You were drunk?” Dazai accentuated the past tense.
“I mean, yeah, couldn’t you tell?” You laughed lightly, hoping to brighten the mood. You moved over to the full length mirror in front of the bed, getting to work on taking off your jewelry. Dazai once again brushed your fingers away and took it upon himself to undo the clasp of your necklace, and then your bra, and set them both on the bed.
You watched Dazai in the reflection of the mirror, shivering as two of his fingers hooked themselves in the hem of your underwear and brought them down your legs to pool at your feet. He placed a searing kiss to the nape of your neck, fingers lingering just below your navel.
“What a pretty little thing.” Dazai murmured against your skin, in between kisses. “I wish something as pretty as you could belong to someone like me.”
You rolled your head to the side, closing your eyes and indulging in the feeling of Dazai’s teeth scraping against your skin. “I’m yours, Daz, you know that.”
“Do I?” Dazai moved his fingers to your pubic bone, lightly caressing the skin there. Even though it was the slightest of touches, you couldn’t help but moan. “A reminder wouldn't hurt, hm?” Dazai mused. He moved his fingers lower until they were skimming over your clit, eliciting another moan from you. Dazai continued to run his fingers over your clit, gathering as much of your arousal as he could, while he worked on unbuckling his pants and letting them hit the floor.
He sat down at the foot of the bed, guiding your waist to make you sit down on his thighs. He hooked your legs around his and spread his legs so that yours spread to, exposing you to the cold air of your apartment.
“Look at you, my little slut all opened up and leaking for me.” Dazai moved your chin so that you were facing forward completely, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. He brought up his fingers, webbed with your arousal, in front of your face. “This belongs to me.” He spread your pussy lips to show your clit and the pink of your vulva, as well as your leaking entrance. “This too.” He placed another kiss to the spot between your shoulder and neck, sucking for a bit before pulling away.
The teasing was getting to you, and the only thing on your mind was getting fucked by your lover until you couldn’t walk anymore. You tilted your pelvis down and began to slide your pussy against Dazai’s thigh, softly whimpering at the pleasure from the contact.
“Is my little slut desperate for my cock?” Dazai smiled sickly at the jolty movements of your hips grinding against his thigh. You managed to whine out a confirmation. “You know I can’t resist my needy little whore.” Dazai grabbed your hips and coaxed you to stand up before bringing you back down on his cock.
You hissed at the sensation of being stretched out by him, your walls squeezing around his cock to try and find some stabilization.
“The way you’re squeezing me, honey, that belongs to me, too.” Dazai’s hands moved up to your chest, squeezing and pulling at your nipples while allowing you to warm his cock.
“Daz…” You huffed out. “Please…move.”
“You want me to do what, sweetheart?” Dazai continued to pinch at your nipples with one hand and moved his other hand down to start rubbing at your clit. Your pussy squeezed down on his cock from the stimulation and it was his turn to moan; he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold out.
“Fuck me, Daz. Please.” You begged, opening your legs to allow Dazai’s fingers as much access as possible to your clit. You dared not look at yourself in the mirror, since you could imagine you’d only see the desperate mess that you currently were.
“Only if you can tell me who you belong to.” Dazai panted, trying not to focus on the feeling of your arousal running down his cock and leaking out around it.
“Yours. I’m yours, now please—” You were cut off by a strong upward thrust from Dazai, immediately seeing stars as the tip of his cock bullied your cervix. You had nothing to hold onto as Dazai thrusted in and out of you, and you briefly wondered if the vigor of his thrusts was going to make you fall down. The slight pain you felt on your hips from the bruises that Dazai’s fingers were undoubtedly going to leave reminded you that he wouldn’t let you fall off his cock. Not while he was fucking you like this.
The only sounds in the room were the squelch of your pussy milking Dazai’s cock, and your huffs combined with Dazai’s, until a loud moan finally broke the monotony when Dazai came. The feeling of sticky, wet warmth covering your walls had you cumming right after.
You were both silent as you caught your breath, Dazai’s cock still inside of you. You chanced a look at yourself in the mirror, unable to look away from Dazai’s cum leaking out of you. Movement behind you caused you to look up and your eyes met Dazai’s in the reflection of the mirror as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“Look at you, you pretty little thing.”
“Your pretty little thing.”