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Can we all agree that Dazai is a head pusher...

What do you think abt yandere meursaukt arc Dazai being yandere for one of the guards or just workers in general?

Wasn't he in prison for only 5 days or somethin'?

Nevertheless, I personally think it would take Dazai a while too become a yandere for someone, it wouldn't be a "at first sight" kind of thing, it'd have too be a build up of obsessive thoughts for him too even react. Meaning, you'd basically have too overrun that mans life with thoughts of you. Not intentionally, because he'd know what you'd be up to and I can see him going along with it for a bit, but he'd get bored. Now, I also think Dazai would originally blow it off as sexual attraction, but if he does manage too fuck you and he's still thinking about you to an obsessive degree, then you have a problem; him. Lets say Dazai was in prison for a while, the only other person he has too talk to is Fyodor, so if you were too be someone that he had too rely on, via, for food or even entertainment and you made conversation or even went out of your way too provide... special treatment. Then sure, I could see him being obsessive-ish, but only out of boredom and isolation and after he gets out of prison, he might entertain you for a while but he'll leave in the end. So I feel like it's an unlikely scenario.

Not a request lovey but I was wondering about how Dazai would feel if his s/o was related to a crime/mob boss

You have this mans interest peaked, he wants too know who it is and how you found out. Once you do tell him who it is, he'd do a whole bunch of research of his own on the relative, because he's highly intrigued, but it also depends on who it was. If your relation was immediate family, like your father of sorts, he really wouldn't want you near your father, because he understands that being in the mafia can bring casualties to those around them and he's not willing too sacrifice your safety because of your families actions. But, if it was a great grandfather of sorts, and you weren't in any harms way, he wouldn't mind it, he'd probably tease you a bit; about continuing their legacy. If we're talking about Beast!Dazai though... that's a little different, because in that universe, he's a mob boss himself, so if it was your father, he'd want too meet him, and I'm sure he'd use it to his own gain, maybe expanding the Port Mafias influence of sorts.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏. 𝐏𝐌!𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢- 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Summary: Dazai thrives off control, meaning your smart-mouth is a big no-no. Unluckily for you, he knows just how too break you down. (Kinktober Masterlist)

TW\CW- Dazai is 18, Dubcon, Degradation, Humiliation, Blow-job, Threat of Murder, Hair Pulling

You were young when Mori took you in, he told you that your abilities showed promise for the Port Mafia and that you would be one of the most useful members if you were trained right. He put you under Kouyou first, with the thought that you'd be more comfortable with her, given that she can be quite kind and more patient- then the other members are anyway. It didn't last very long for you though, given your attitude problem, you were quite the hard little thing too tame. So when Mori told you that he was putting you under one of his executives, you weren't too fazed too say the least. You assumed it would end the same way it did with Kouyou; a loss of patiences. But the man crouching in front of you, as you kneeled, had more then enough. Holding your face in his hand and squeezing, making your lips form into a pout, as he stared you down, eyes blank, giving nothing away.

"You just don't listen, do you? You know-" he looks to the side for a second, before his eye makes contact with you again, "when Mori gave you to me- too train of course, I didn't think... you'd be such a mouthy little bitch, ya know?" He tilts his head at you, his pointer hooking under your chin, lifting your head up slightly. His lips form into a faux pout before he lets go and stands up straight, his full height feeling more like a threat then anything as he uses the tip of his shoe too lightly kick your knee with the command of, "up." With eyes glaring deep into his own, your shaky knees lift you from the floor as your arms come too wrap around yourself, the wanted feeling of comfort lacking as you're pushed down to your knees again, the choked gasp leaving your lungs as your knees meet concrete. The pain leaving you breathless for a second as your eyes shoot shoot shut.

Dazai lets out a long sigh before he speaks again, "you know that's not what "up" means. Dogs don't walk on their hind legs, try again." You bite your lip as your head bows, teeth sinking into the soft flesh before copper meets your tongue. Putting your hands on the floor, palms flat, as you fix your stance, knees digging into the artificial stone as your shins and feet stick out straight behind you. You hear him hum in contentment, head still bowed in humiliation before you feel his hand fist your hair and pull your head back, eyes starring up at him before he leads you, by your hair, out of the room. There's an immediate struggle from you as he pulls the door open, your pulling back, hands shooting up to his own hand attempting, too push it away.

The pain is white hot as he tugs at your hair, the pain leaving the spot sore, your eyes squeezing shut as your hand is pulled away from his own and continues too pull out the room, your hands shooting to the floor again too keep your balance. There's lackeys walking around and starring at you when you reach the main floor of the Port Mafia, their feet frozen as their hands stop too watch you be dragged into Dazais office. It's spacious, the room mostly empty except for his desk and a couch by the wall. His hand doesn't leave your hair until he's sat in the chair behind his desk, your knees burning and cut up from being dragged through the base. One of his hands tilt your face up, he breathes in before exhaling as he lays his head on his fist.

"You're resilient, I'll give you that. You know... usually I have disobedience from my subordinates corrected within minutes- not even... but, you still continue too be mouthy and.. I'm really tired of it. So, since you can't keep it shut, might as well put it to better use, yeah? Open." Your brows furrow in confusion before his hands move towards his pants, undoing his belt and popping the button on his pants open. Your eyes flick down to his hands, mouth going dry as you start too back-track on your knees. His eyes don't leave you as he pulls his pants down slightly, hand grabbing at your hair too keep you still as the other pulls his cock out. You squeeze your lips into a thin line as you look away from him. He hums at you as the hand that was in your hair moves down and his nails dig into your cheeks, lips opening slightly as he rubs the head along your lips, pre-cum leaving them somewhat glossy.

"Bite me and your brains will be all over my floor." That's the only warning you get before his cock is shoved down your throat, throat tightening as it attempts too force out the intrusion. His head tilts back with a groan as his lips part slightly. The hand that was squeezing your jaw shoots to the back of your head, grabbing at your hair as he forces your throat too take him deeper. His hips buck up as you gag around him, your hands quickly grabbing at his thighs as your nails dig into them. His eye opens as his head tilts back down too watch you, his hand bobbing your head on his cock, your tongue tracing the veins on the underside of it. His tongue digs into his cheek as your head begins too bob on it's own, your eyes flickering up to stare into his own as you dig your tongue into his slit, he hisses as his adams apple quivers and he pushes your head deeper, his hand forcing you too stay there as tears prick at your eyes from the invasion of his cock down your throat.

His hand pulls you closer, causing you too scoot forward a little too relieve the pain before he lets you pull back a bit, your hand wrapping around him and jerking up as you take a couple deep breaths in. When you've gained some air back into your lungs, you let your tongue roll out and flick at the slit of his cock, before your lips wrap around the head and you suck. Your eyes tilt up to his own again as spit drips down the shaft of cock and you take him back down your throat, before his hand is fisting at your hair again, tugging at the roots as he gets tired of the accidental slow pace. Your eyes pinch as his cock rams the back of your throat, pace keeping up as he pants slightly, nails digging into your scalp, causing you too cry out around him, the vibrations around his cock causes his stomach too clench as he continues too use your throat.

"F- fuck... guess I know what you wer- mphm... were doing when you were out on the streets, huh?" Your nails dig into your thighs at the comment, eyes getting cloudy from the on-coming tears as your cheeks flush in humiliation. He chuckles down at you, it's dark and albeit a bit breathy, it still gives him his desired reaction; shame. His hand continues too move you back and forth as his legs spread wider and his tongue swipes against his lips and he swallows, eye rolled back before he rips you backwards by your hair. Your eyes shoot open as you look up at him, his once free hand is now fisting his cock, pre-cum flowing from the angry red tip and he's groaning aloud before his teeth sink deep into his lip before his hand is patting your cheek with the command of "open." It's milliseconds after your jaw has dropped that his cum is drenching your face. The sticky white substance spraying on your cheeks and some getting caught up in your lashes and hair.

It takes him a couple seconds for his breathing too calm down as his hand continues too lazily jerk his cock, milking it for everything it has. When his chest does stop heaving, his eye flutters open again and his head tilts forward. His eye looks you over before he slips his cock back into his pants and zips them back up, redoing his belt. He swirls the chair to the side, his feet under the desk as he grabs a pile of paperwork, barley giving it a once over as moves the chair back towards you and leans down a bit as his lips twist into a sick grin.

"Give these to Chuuya for me, hm? I'm sure he'd love too see how pretty you look right now."

coughs . just Dazai w a cat girl so he teases the fuck outta her ! ! pulling at her tail to get reactions and practically overstim whenever they have sex :<

I love Dazai with a catgirl because he's so mean to her!! Also, Dazai is curious by nature, so he'd want your reactions to everything that he does to you, like, if he were too give your little ears a slight tug, what sounds would you make? Would you hiss at him, hm? What if he just blew in your ears? Would they twitch? Would you scratch at him if he pulled your tail? And... just how far do your little kitty instincts go? If you see a laser pointer are you gonna chase it? What if there's birds outside? Are you gonna do that little kitty chirp or do you not entertain the idea, he's just so curious, especially if it's not an ability. Were your little ears tinier, did they grow with you? And don't even give him the idea too pull your little tail while he's fucking you, 'cause he will. Especially if you're tryna get away from him, he'll pull you back towards his hips by your tail. Especially if it makes you cum faster, or when he talks real low in your ear as he has his hand around your throat and you let out little kitty mewls, those are his favorites by far. Or when he has you on your back and your claws are digging into his chest and back, puncturing through his bandages because you can't take it anymore and there's lines of blood dripping down his chest... oh and, that little sandpaper tongue of yours? Yeah, he's gonna have fun with it, especially when it's wrapping around the head of his cock.

i cannot stop thinking abt the idea of fyodor being previously married long ago, living on the outskirts of russia, truly in love with his wife. but ofc something happens. she gets murdered, or he outlives her, etc. so he spends the rest of his life looking for her reincarnations. the first time is a shock, immediately recognizing her quirks and attitude. but she doesnt remember him in that life. no matter how hard he tries. then the search is on. ofc his mission takes him wide and far, but he’s fyodor. sometimes he finds her, other times he doesnt. she never remembers him. except in this life… where a chance meeting at a coffeehouse, bonding over ‘his’ pumpkin stew (it was originally her recipe) on a snowy winters day, the light in his eyes glints just right, so utterly in love with his previous wife… and it clicks for her. she remembers. she remembers him, their love, their life together. all those meetings. how he must love her… but. theres one problem. the ring on her finger. in this life, she’s been happily married for three years, by a sweet man, who takes such good care of her. someone she does truly love.

none other than fyodor’s biggest rival. osamu dazai.

-💕

Ooooh tea!!!! Fyodor would kill Dazai, and I'm being so serious when I say that. He'd. Kill. Him. This woman that he's been in love with for centuries, his everything is with Dazai, Dazai of all people?!?! He's quite disgusted, he's such a down-grade in Fyodors eyes. This isn't a contest too win you over, this is Fyodor coming too collect what is rightfully his, what belongs to him. This will end in nothing but blood-shed, and really, this is all your choice, but doesn't really matter who you choose because the other will not relent. If you choose Dazai because of how long you've been married for and you're happy in this relationship, Fyodor will be waiting around every corner too take you back with him and if you choose Fyodor because again, the wide range of history that you have with him... you'll just be adding more fuel to the fire that is Dazais want too keep you with him. I can't really think of a situation where you'll still have freedom. Because, if it was anyone else, they'd have no problem getting rid of that threat but... it's not. They competing against someone that is able too predict their movements to a "t" and they don't like that, not one bit and you'll be caught in the crossfire, no matter who you choose or where you go, the other will not let you go.

Can't tell how I feel about this one, but Dazai!!

He's special to ME

Hi! I really like the Dazai x female reader in a high school AU!

Can I request, before dating each other, they have like a sport competition against a few other school. Then from another top school, Fyodor tries to get closed to female reader and flirt with her. Which end up with Fyodor fighting dazai (bcz Dazai like fem reader).

a/n: i literally got like zero clue what kind of sports both fyodor and dazai would do at a athletics day. work with me here. not proof read.

character: osamu dazai

pronouns: she/her

As she tied up her hair and got ready for the sports day, a day best spent running and doing other sports and try to win first place for the school. Her eyes locked on to a boy from another school.

She adverted her gaze as she saw Dazai, trying his best at long jump. Watching as his face contorts as he tries to focus on falling forwards. The want in his eyes of getting a bigger and longer distance than the other boys. The need and desire clear in his gaze.

She ignores the other boy, running up to the long jump sand pit. Cheering him on.

"Go Dazai! You got this!" She smiled ear to ear, clapping as he finally fell forwards. Planting his hands deep into the sand as he extended his score.

"10.4 meters!" Was shouted by the offical, letting his measuring tape roll back with a loud click. A happy and confidant smile painted on his face.

She was about to run and go congragulate him in person, after his remaining jumps were done. Only for a hand to pull her back and tug at her sports jacket.

"I'm Fyodor." It was that guy again, he would not leave her alone. Was she that approachable? She didn't know.

"Hi?" She responded, her voice laced with confusion and a tone that clearly read 'get away from me'. She pulled her arm away from him and closed off her body language. A distance being created to divide herself from him.

"You're from that middle school? The one in Shibuya?" He leaned in closer, wrapping a arm around her shoulders. A obvious sign of flirting, one so clear that a social hobbit could tell.

That was when Dazai strode in, drinking from his water bottle. Drinking the water as if it'd disapear before his very eyes. But the contentment from his refreshment soured as he saw the scene before him.

"What are you doing?" He snarled, shoving Fyodor back and away from her. He in turn, wrapped his jacket around her and pulled her closer. As if giding her away from a threat.

"Just meeting the opposition." Fyodor shrugged, acting as if he was pure. As if he was a saint of sorts.

This devolved to a argument, leading her only option to pull her hotheaded friend out of the way. Dragging him by the collar to a bench near the track.

"What was that for?" She chidied, swatting him playfully. But her voice was stern. Annoyed even.

"I can't stand it when someone makes you feel worried or uneasy."

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