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How do you think reader would bring up gun play to Dazai, PM or ADA, doesn't really matter. Thank you~
Well... it does definitely depend on which version of Dazai we're talking about because there's a couple different approaches for each. I think ADA!Dazai would be more interested in your reasoning while PM!Dazai would be way more interested in the action of it so you'll have too go off that.
I don't really think you'd have too bring it up to ADA!Dazai, because he'd catch on rather quickly to your little.. new-found kink- or interest in the very least. With your continues questions about his gun; or just guns in general. He'd lead the conversation on for a bit, just too make sure what he thinks is going on, is actually going on. He'd even take out his gun and play with it, holding it in his hands as he answers your invasive questions about it, and as soon as he sees that glazed over look in your eyes, he knows exactly what you want with his gun.
With PM!Dazai, I think you'll just have too be straight-out with it, he's not stupid by any means, but he will play stupid. He'll make you say it because he's just so annoying and you know, that he knows, but he won't say anything about it. When you do finally get irritated enough and blurt it out, his lips curl into a sadistic little grin as he runs the muzzle of his gun down your cheek, slipping it between your lips as he mocks you for being so depraved, even though he's way more into it then you are.
okay i saw the gunplay ask but god thinking of dazai (especially PMZAI) making you get off to a gun aughhh my head is spinninggg
TW- Torture, Gun-Play, Dehumanization, Psychological Abuse
Fr, Dazai, especially PM!Dazai is one sadistic mf and he's sick. Also, I agree with you, simply because it's something that I could actually see him doing, ya know? Like, we all know Dazai is a man that is fascinated by humans and their... humanity and just how they work, so I wouldn't put it past PM!Dazai too find intrigue in just the thought of how you'd react. Could you still cum as he holds a gun to your head? Would you still tell him you love him as your eyes fill with fear? Well, he doesn't doubt that you would.. but would you mean it? Those three words.. would they be true as they leave your lips? He doesn't know so he wants too find out. You'd be something akin to a guinea pig for his fucked up experiments. Something I also love about this is that it's easy too write PM!Dazai as this fucked up person because again, it's true. In canon he's tortured people and I personally hc Dazai as someone who thrives in psychological games, as we've seen with him and Fyodor, Dazai actually likes the cat and mouse between him and Fyodor, he thrives in it because it's mentally stimulating. Now, I don't know if this is canon or not, but I feel like Dazai is someone who easily gets bored, so he constantly has too find the next thing too gain his interest, it's a cycle for him if you will.
(guys hear me out.. waterboarding with PM!Dazai)
ELABORATE ON THE PM DAZAI WATER BOARDING THING IMMEDIATELY (respectively 😞)
TW- Waterboarding, Psychological Abuse, Verbal Threats
It was a punishment, the first time he did it. Now, usually when he punished you, it was usually a beating on a spanking maybe, but PM!Dazai is an experimentalist at heart when it comes to torture. He had dragged you to a cold, damp room. Completely empty except for an adjustable table with a board strapped to it. The screaming and thrashing was instant as he held you to his chest and dragged you to the table, the swinging of your arms useless as he fisted your hair and moved you to the table. The black straps used too hold you down were tight as the leather dug into your skin, he had adjusted the table down so that your head was close to the ground before his hand grabbed ahold of the white cloth. His hands playing with it as he hummed moving about as he then placed the rag in your mouth. Your mouth being forced open as the rag was being forcefully stuffed into your mouth, all you could see were those empty eyes, as you heard him pick up something heavy sounding, the clinking of the object on the concreate floor let you know that, that something was metal. Your body fully tensing before going into shock as you felt the unexpected cold water pour onto your face and your sense were overcome by the liquid getting into your nose and leaking down your face, the water getting into your ears as everything soon sounded muffled, the moisture soaking your top half as your eyes reactively shut close, being almost drenched by the time he let up and pulled the metal object back. Sitting the bucket on the floor, you felt his coat brush against your cheek, before your eyes steadily opened, careful too not get water into them, only too find him looming down at you when your vision became clear again from repeated blinking away the blurriness the water once left. His eyes were no longer a soft chestnut, but instead an eerie crimson, the light completely gone as his palms sat flat on his thighs, his hair almost shielding the none-bandaged eye. His bandaged left-hand pushing at the wet strands of your face as they clumped together in a sopping mess.
"I'm gonna do this again and again. Every single time you misbehave, you'll be laid on this table... maybe then you'll learn that I don't tolerate such insolence."
I've been thinking about this for a while but how do you Dazai (any of the three) would feel if his s/o had an interest in the mafia?
I just did ADA!Dazai
Depending on the reason you give him, he wouldn't really mind. I think he'd find a bit amusing, especially if he hasn't told you about his past yet. Anytime you put on mob movies, he'll watch them with you, telling you what's true and what's not, and when you ask him how he knows so much, he'll chuckle and tell you he's a detective, he's had quite a few run ins with the Port Mafia, given his job. If he has told you about his past though, he'll tell things from his experience and how the mafia really works, not this glorified bullshit. He does think it's a little funny, your reaction, when he tells you that no, men in the mafia don't sit around, play poker, drink expensive liquor and smoke cigars, that's all fiction baby. What actually goes on is much darker, but as long as your interest doesn't go any further then the movies and the occasional mafia smut novel, he's fine with it.
Sitting in ADA!Dazais lap as he plays with your cunt, sobbing into his shoulder, your tears leaking through his bandages as him and Beast!Dazai have a conversation and PM!Dazai is just messing with the tv...
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."