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tirasamu · 6 months ago

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02. SOMETHING I WAIT FOR . . . dazai has a close call (not close enough, in his opinion). he barely makes it to your apartment, but you're there just in time to patch him up, in more ways than one.

ft. pm!dazai + pm!reader, possessive behavior, descriptions of blood, injuries and suicidal thoughts, requited crushes, 3.6k w.c.

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Dazai hates pain.

If the idiot who shot him would’ve aimed just a little bit higher, it might've been a fatal wound. Instead, all he did was graze his shoulder. It wasn’t enough to cause serious harm, but just enough to make him bleed in miseryー just his luck.

The man must’ve been dead by now, taken care of by one of his subordinates. He didn’t stay long enough to find out, slipping from the scene before anyone could try to force him into the Mafia’s infirmary. He knows your apartment is close.

He’s nearing the point of being injured where the pain fades and melts into pure exhaustion. He hates the way his blood feels against his hands, and he uses it to ground himself. It’s already soaked through his shirt, wet and warm as it seeps between his fingers and drips down his arm, absorbing into the bandages around his wrist. His already obscured vision is fading, white stars glistening from beneath the edge of his lashes, but he keeps his eyes trained ahead on your building. He swears you used to only have one apartment door, his vision doubling and growing hazy.

Just a few more steps. That's all he needs to make it to you.

He huffs as his hand slips from your doorknob, sliding off the metal from his weak grip. He falls forward, blood smearing against the doorframe where his palm flattens as he tries to steady himself, pressing his forehead against your door with a quiet thump. You have to be home right now. Right? Please be home right now.

As soon as you open your door from the other side of your apartment, he collapses, landing against your chest. He curls against you, inhaling the scent of your skin with the desperation of a man who’d just been saved from drowning.

“Dazai?” you stumble backward, but he doesn’t weigh nearly enough to make you fall. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and he grips your shirt in his hands, trying to press himself impossibly closer to you. He can feel the moment you realize he’s bleeding, your chest stalling mid-inhale. “Oh my god, Dazai.”

His jacket slips from his shoulders, falling to the floor limply as you carry him inside, kicking the door closed with your foot. His feet drag against your carpet as he tries to walk, but he’d rather use his waning strength to snuggle closer into your side than keep his balance. Even with your body supporting his own, he plops unceremoniously onto your couch.

“It’s okay,” he shivers when you start to unbutton his shirt, pulling back the bloody, frayed fabric stuck to his skin. He can’t tell if you’re talking to him or yourself. “You’re okay.”

His bangs are damp, Yokohama’s humidity and his own sweat gluing them to his forehead. You push them back, stroking your thumb along the edge of his bandage over his cheek tenderly.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?”

He tilts his head to press his face into your palm and smiles at you. You’re so pretty when you frown at him like this.

“I'll be right back,” you squish his cheeks between your hands, making his lips pucker. “Don’t try to move.”

He has to stop himself from reaching back out for you when you let him go. He squeezes the fabric of his trousers instead, watching you disappear past the couch’s limited view. He wants to pull you on top of him and beg you to ignore the blood leaking out of his body, to just wrap your arms around him and hold him until there’s nothing left between the two of you. It still wouldn’t be close enough; if he had the choice, he would shrink down and make a home inside your chest.

He tries his best to relax into the cushions beneath him. He'd much rather be in your bed than on your couch, but it was still yours, and that made it enough for him to want to sink into it until it absorbed him whole. Your apartment was nothing like his hollow shipping container, the metal walls suffocating in the summer heat.

He could’ve dragged himself there instead. Maybe he would’ve finally died from blood loss if he was lucky. That's what he wants. Really.

So then why did he drag himself here? Because you felt safe?

Dazai came to a realization a few days ago, one more painful than the wound in his shoulder, or the fact he has a mission with Chuuya a few days from now. Ever since it planted its dirty roots in his brain, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it.

It grew deeper every time his chest tightened around you, or his heart fluttered at the sight of your smile, or his stomach churned in jealousy when someone else touched you.

This, his mind taunted him, is what people say love feels like. Worst of all, when he whined to Odasaku and Ango about how annoying you were, they didn’t stop talking about his “crush” for the rest of the night.

His body protests as he sits up, vision swimming as the walls of your living room tilt. He tries to blink it away when he hears you sigh as you come back from down the hallway. He makes his one visible eye big and pouts his lips when he looks at you.

“Dazai,” the medical supplies you always keep on hand are cradled in your arms as you walk back toward him. “I told you not to move.”

“You took too long,” he whines. “I'm dying, you know.”

“You wish.” you guide him back down gently, your hands leaving tingles beneath his skin in their wake. He watches you kneel beside him, organizing the little bottles and boxes on your coffee table. You press down on one of the white lids with the heel of your palm, twisting it and knocking it upside down. You hand him one of the pills that fall out, and he swallows it dry.

You open another one of your bottles, and the familiar, sterile smell could be nothing other than saline. It’s cold against his skin, but your touch is what makes him shiver and his hair raise. You squeeze his leg softly, running your fingers against his thigh. It ignites something warm in his stomach, but it fades to white pain when the liquid absorbs into his wound. He jolts, and you murmur an apology, squeezing his thigh a little tighter. You’re trying to distract him, and it works pathetically well.

When you get closer to clean the drying blood off his skin, he can’t help but let his eyes fall to your lips, slightly parted in concentration. You’re close enough for him to kiss, and against the ache of his shoulder, all he can think about is how you might taste.

He wonders how soft you’d feel if he traced the shape of your lips with his tongue. He imagines the sweet sting of you pulling his hair as he memorizes every inch of you he can, taking everything you give him and more. It’d be different from the other people he’s kissed, he knows it; using his mouth to get information out of theirs did nothingー if anything, he felt more numb when it was over.

He can see a familiar box from the corner of his eye: it’s the brand of bandages he always uses, the only kind that doesn’t irritate his scarred, sensitive skin. He watches your fingers as they delicately pull the beginning of the roll, imagining the feeling of you wrapped around his bare body instead of the cotton he adorns himself with.

You turn him on his side to wrap the bandages around his shoulder and under his arm. Once the ends are tied, nice and snug around him, you sit back on your heels.

“Can I have your hand?”

He gives you both, trying to hide the way they tremble. You grab the one covered in blood tenderly as you begin to clean it off.

“I guess you weren’t lucky enough to die this time,” you smile teasingly, but he knows it isn’t real. It doesn’t look right on your face, like a mask that’s too big. He can see the worry you try to hide, clouding your eyes like murky water. He hates it. “Sorry.”

“I never get what I want,” he sighs. “I think I'm cursed. Do you have something to cure that in one of those little bottles too?”

“I don't know if you’ll ever die, even when you become an old man,” If, not when, he wants to correct, but holds his tongue. “You’re like a cockroach.”

“Yeah?” he reaches up to poke your face with his bloody fingers as you try to hold him still. “You’re like a little kid.”

“You’re more like a kid than I am.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yeah,” you giggle, catching his hand back in your own. You wipe down each of his fingers, gently scrubbing the spaces in between. “You are.”

When he speaks again, he’s surprised by how quiet his voice is. He almost hopes you don’t hear him, afraid of the answer. “How?”

“Because,” your voice softens, holding his now clean hand. You trace over one of the lines on his palm with your thumb. “You want to be loved.”

He feels like he can’t breathe as he realizes that for once, he doesn’t have the upper hand. All of his walls he’s so carefully built, it’s like they’re made of glass around you. The possibility that you see him more clearly than he sees you terrifies him.

The painkillers are starting to kick in, drowsiness creeping up on him and making his eyelids heavy as he melts against the cushions despite his pounding heart. When was the last time he slept? He can't remember. Your fingers are gentle as they brush his bangs back. Your touch makes his eyes fall completely closed before he feels something soft and warm pressing against his forehead. He hears a whisper of his name, a quiet sweet dreams, and then he’s asleep.

It only really feels like he blinked. when he opens his eyes again, it’s dark. The light from your kitchen leaks through the hall, permeating the living room in a soft glow. He wiggles his toes, feeling the soft blanket you draped over his legs while he slept.

He gets up slowly, creeping off the couch and across your floor. He peeks past the kitchen doorway, grinning when he sees your back facing him. You’re halfway bent over the counter with your chin resting in your hand, staring absently at the tea kettle on the stove, waiting for it to boil.

He keeps his steps quiet, walking on the tips of his toes. He sinks his teeth into his lip to bite back his smile as he leans closer, taking advantage of the fact you’re completely zoned out.

“Boo.”

You flinch, hand closing around a butterknife on your counter, still smeared with jelly from a late-night snack. You turn sharply, pointing the dull blade in his direction. He grabs your wrist before it grazes him, smiling innocently.

“Dazai,” he thinks his name sounds so pretty when you sigh it out like that. You drop the knife back onto your counter. “Should you even be standing right now? Go lay back down. I can bring you something to eat.”

The thought of you taking care of him like this ignites that warm feeling in his stomach again. An image of you as his personal nurse forms in his mind, and his insides flip at the thought. He wonders if being an executive would give him enough leniency to put you in a little white dress; surely there was one lying around somewhere at headquarters.

“What, did you hit your head too?” he whines when you poke his forehead, hard. “Are you feeling better?”

He pouts at you, gaze drifting over your shoulder to a bottle of sake on the counter. It definitely wasn’t there the last time he was here.

“Oh〜” he perks, holding the bottle up by its neck, eyes sparkling. “This is fancy! What did you get this for, hm? Some secret date I don't know about?”

“Ane-san,” your eyes narrow as he flicks the stove off, breaking the seal on the bottle excitedly. “It was a gift from her after we finished that raid in Kyoto.”

He sniffs it, then takes a big sip straight from the bottle. It leaves a pleasant sting along the inside of his throat as he swallows.

He sits himself down on your kitchen tiles, pressing his back against the cabinets, cradling the sake in his arms. There's something angelic about the way your kitchen light haloes around you as he looks up at you from the floor.

He holds the bottle up, sloshing the liquid as he wiggles it back and forth. He pulls it out of your reach each time you try to grab it until you have no choice but to sit next to him, stretching across his lap to take it from him. You follow his lead and take a small sip from the mouth of the bottle, sighing as you sag backward.

“What happened this time, anyway?” you tilt your head toward him lazily, gaze dipping down to his bandaged shoulder.

“Someone had bad aim,” he sighs, holding a finger up to his temple. “Missed my head. Unlucky, right?”

You take a bigger, longer sip.

“I don't like when you get hurt, you know.”

He's relieved your head is on his bandaged blindside; he doesn’t know if he wants to see the look on your face right now. He takes the bottle from you, taking a longer sip of his own.

“Do you remember when we used to go to the beach?” he can hear the smile in your voice, and it makes his own rise on his cheeks. The two of you would always go after missions, bodies bruised and hair knotted. It was always early enough to watch the sunrise from the shore, eating a breakfast of shared instant ramen and candy stolen from the konbini down the street.

He can only ignore the way the edge of the counter presses into the back of his head for so long, leaning his cheek against your hair and listening to you breathe. He can tell you’re getting tipsy when you start to cling to him, clumsily crawling into his lap. You insist on being the one to rebutton his shirt, swatting his hands away when he tries to do it himself.

“Can we go now?” the curl of your lip hits him like an arrow through his heart. “To the beach? please?”

You’re so close again, looking up at him so prettily through your lashes. Your hands are warm as they rest above his heart, like you could go right through him and steal it for yourself, and he knows he could never possibly say no.

You pick his coat up off the floor before you leave, draping it over his shoulders. You tug it a little tighter around him, nodding to yourself in satisfaction before you grab his hand, intertwining your fingers and tugging him out the door.

The nighttime air is warm and sticky, but it gets cooler the closer you get to the shore. He keeps your smaller body close to his, guard raising as you approach the edge of port mafia territory.

The sand sinks beneath his feet with every step, and he pulls his shoes off by the heel. The waves lap calmly, dancing back and forth with no audience to watch as they tease the shore. He breathes in deep, feeling his lungs expand, inviting the salt and sand inside.

You drop limply onto the ground, laying your head on his shoulder when he sits next to you. It’s quiet, only the distant sound of traffic and the soft splashing of water.

“I wish it could be like this all the time.” you sigh. There’s a determined glint in your sleepy eyes when you look up at him. “Let's run away.”

He smiles, tilting his head toward you until your noses are close enough to brush. “And just where would you take me?”

“I don't know,” you mumble. “I don't care as long as I'm with you.”

He always thought he was born with an empty cavity in place of where his heart should be, but around you, it felt so full he could explode. He thinks if he tried to say anything right now, something icky, like the pile of seaweed he can see rotting by the water, would come out of his mouth instead.

A particularly big wave draws your attention away from him, and he frowns when you look away. It only deepens when you stand up and leave him, walking towards the ocean. He watches as you stumble down the wet sand, squealing when the water splashes against your feet. You don’t stop walking until the water is deep enough to cover your shins.

He follows you to the water, hopping on each foot over the big rocks. He’s careful not to slip, crouching on the furthest one out to keep a closer eye on you. He keeps his weight on his ankles, spreading his knees and resting his arms between them. He feels drops of salt water hit his face as the waves crash against the sea stacks, gently blowing the fabric of his jacket.

You turn back and smile at him, holding your hand out. The moon is large and eternal behind you, taking up nearly all the space in the sky and casting a pale blue glow over the dark water. It reflects onto you, illuminating your body in soft light, and he swears he’s never seen someone look so beautiful. You open and close your hand impatiently when he doesn’t move.

“What are you doing over there?” you tilt your head. “C’mere. It’s warm.”

He doesn’t bother to pull up his pants as he slips into the ocean, letting the waves move the fabric as they ebb and flow. He looks down at himself; he nearly blends in with the water, looking black in the night. He almost thinks he’ll dissolve into it like ink and wash away into the sea.

You beam at him as the water laps at your knees. He wiggles his toes into the wet sand and waits to feel the unbridled joy that standing here seems to cause. All he feels is goop between his toes, and he sighs in disappointment. He wants to understand why something like this made you so happy. He wants to feel it too.

“Isn’t it nice?” you smile up at him, and he wishes he could bottle it up and keep it for himself. That smile was just for him.

Don’t.

He leans closer. He can’t help it; there’s alcohol still warm in his veins, and you’re magnetic.

Don’t.

Even closer, until he can feel your soft exhale against his face, eyes big. He always thought you were the prettiest up close.

You’ll lose her once you have her .

He freezes. He doesn’t have time to completely change his mind and forget this little slip-up ever happened before you close the gap, pressing your lips against his. You’re just as soft as he imagined, gentle even when you kiss him, like he was something worth handling with care.

You pull back all too soon, looking down at where his legs disappear beneath the water.

“Sorry,” you mumble, and the watery way your voice comes out makes something ache deep inside of him. “I…I don't know why I did that.”

Oh.

He didn’t kiss you back.

He didn’t move, he didn’t even breathe. He almost wants to laugh; you really like him too. You, with your stupid smile, making his heart flutter and his stomach hurt when it’s directed toward him. You, letting him sleep in your bed when he breaks into your apartment, holding his blood-soaked hands and letting him get close, despite knowing what he was. You were so, so stupid.

He cups your cheeks with trembling fingers, bringing you back to his mouth. This could be the biggest mistake of his life; the fact he wants you could be your death sentence, but he’s never wanted anything else so badly before in his entire, sad life.

He thought it’d be weird to touch you like this, but it only feels right. When his hands hover over your waist, you press them into your skin, and he can’t help but think they fit perfectly there, like you were made to be held by him.

You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers brushing against his nape, and his knees nearly buckle. He thinks if they did, if he fell into the sand right now and washed out to sea, he’d be content, but you’d never let that happen. He wouldn't even be mad if you resuscitated him; nothing would be better than your lips breathing life back into him. He wonders how mad you’d be if he tried to pull that as an excuse to have another kiss.

He kisses your forehead, your nose, and then tilts your chin up to kiss you properly again, swallowing the giggle you press against his lips. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to get enough of you now that he’s had a taste.

“Is this really okay?” you’re looking up at him with eyes bigger than the moon, glittering just as bright.

“Yeah,” he can’t tell if he’s talking to you or himself. “It’s okay.”

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riiwrites · 7 days ago

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GOTCHA!

summary : dazai loves pulling the easiest tricks in the book to get you all jumpy. - but what he loves even more is the priceless look on your face!

request : “waa i really want a dazai x reader with a (female) reader who gets scared/flustered/surprised easily ! o(≧▽≦)o it would be so cute..”

genre : pure fluff all around

a/n : hi my beauties, im baaaack! (well, not entirely.) im trying to gain my confidence and motivation when it comes to writing so I hope I don’t disappoint :)

dividers belong to @/cafekitsune !

NOT PROOFREAD!!!

The dark night cast over your apartment complex as you took in the fresh air around you. A deep breath in, a deep breath out. A relaxing routine that soothes you in your days and hours.

You always adored the serene atmosphere that came with you standing outside your few inch balcony. It helped you recollect yourself, lay back, relax, and close your eyes to—

“Boo!”

A scream erupts you, one so loud that all of Yokohama could probably hear as you instantly turn around and swat at whatever’s behind you.

But, you miss miserably, no matter how many hits you threw.

A stomach filled laugh fills your ears as you finally register just who this mysterious man was.

Well, mysterious until you figured out it was your boyfriend.

Your face turns a shade of pink as you cover your face in embarrassment. One, because you let Dazai scare you once again. And two, you’re most definitely getting a noise complaint to your door from your neighbours from the other doors down.

“Ohhh Bella! You ought to know by now not to get all jumpy when you know I just love a good scare!” Dazai says as he lets the last few laughs escape him, now slowing down into light chuckles instead.

To this you groan into your hands, not knowing he’s taking fewer steps closer towards you, lessening the distance between you two.

He takes a moment to look at your hand covered face before gently taking your two cold hands into his own, smirking as he lowers them to reveal your flustered ridden face.

“Why, aren’t you just the reddest tomato of all the crops in Yokohama?” He teased, chuckling as you only turn redder as he lets go of your hands to place his own on your cheeks.

“Yeesh! You’re as warm as a sauna! I could easily use you to warm me up as a radiator!”

“Just. Stop. Talking!!” You whine as he continues his teasing.

There were many instances this similar situation has repeated. Multiple times, and when it did, Dazai ate it all up like it was the first time he had experienced it.

On a hot summers day in the streets of Yokohama, you are talking to a close friend of yours about an upcoming job you are about to start. All wrapped up in your own head as you gush about how excited you are for this new experience.

You were talkative, full of smiles and confidence all up until-

You feel two frail arms wrap around your lower waist, pulling you in from behind as a head lowers itself onto your shoulder.

“What are we talking about over here?” Dazai says, volume at a normal level but since he’s next to your ear, the words go straight to your head as your mind goes all fuzzy.

“Oh! We were just talking about Y/N’s new job coming up! She’s super excited! Right, Y/N?” Your friend turns to you with a smile, but that smile drops once she sees your complete changed expression.

From just 3 seconds, you went from this chatty, confident girl - to a stuttering, flustered pink faced mess all in the span of Dazai showing up.

“U-uh— YEAH! Super- super excited!” You muster out, your breathing shaky as you look to the floor, seeing Dazais arms around your waist.

Dazai smirks and chuckles, looking up to your friend with a teasing grin. “Doesn’t she just look so adorable all flustered?”

At this you feel like you could just curl up and die.

Soon after your friend leaves, leaving you and Dazai to your own devices. He turns to you as you walk hand in hand down the street.

“You’re always so nervous when I surprise you, you know?”

You nod, turning to him with a shy smile.

“I know.”

“It’s cute, I like it.” He chuckles as he looks up at the sky. “Maybe I’ll keep doing it.”

“If you do that I think I’ll just die..” You whine to him as he pulls you closer, gasping at your faux confession.

“Well, I may just have to join you~” He says all chirpy. Your eyes widening as you realise what he means.

“Damn it! No! I’m not feeding into your double suicide delusions again!”

One day, as you type on your computer at work you get a sudden text from Dazai.

Dazai <3 : Will be working late tonight! Don’t miss me too muchhh ( ^▽^)σ)~O~)

At this you cock your head to the side slightly and furrow your brows together. But he’s never working late?

Actually, scratch that, he’s never working.

But nonetheless, you shrug and put your phone down, getting back on with your work and not thinking much of it.

A few hours later, you are now outside your apartment door, getting your keys out and jingling it in the lock before opening the door.

As you step in, you’re confused by the complete darkness before you flick the light switch on. It’s normally rather…light, in here. How odd.

However, you decide not to question it as you then remember Dazai was to return home late.

That was until, you hear a sudden noise of shuffling coming from your bedroom.

Your eyes widen as your anxiety instantly spikes. You stare at the door before slowly making your way towards it, grabbing a pan on the kitchen counter before continuing your path.

You hear faint noises coming from the other side of the door. Someone’s here, and it sure as hell ain’t Dazai considering he’s meant to coming home late.

You let out a shaky breath, as you grab the door handle and in one swift motion, you open the door, slamming it off of the wall and stepping in with your pan.

But nobody’s there.

Confused and anxious, you turn the light on and look around frantically, eyes wide in terror as you keep your pan close.

“W-who’s there?! I got a weapon you know!!” You speak out in legitimate fear.

As you’re about to take a step closer, a loud bang interrupts your thoughts and you absolutely scream your whole heart out as you whip your head around, swiping the pan everywhere but the result of the sound.

“Gotcha!!!” Shouts Dazai from infront of you, grinning and laughing as confetti falls from the party poppers. You stand there in complete and utter shock, eyes wide and jaw dropped to a certain inch or two.

“A-are you kidding me?” You ask.

“Nope!” He says with a pop to the ‘p’.

You sigh in defeat, dropping the pan with a loud ‘clang’ and walk over to him, dropping your head to his chest.

On instinct, he wraps his arms around you in a warm hug.

“I’m sorryyyy..” He whispers out.

“No you’re not.” You bark back. “You never are.”

“Yeah you’re right about that.” He shrugs in truth, giggling to himself before pulling you back for him to take a good look at your precious face. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Haven’t you enough surprises for one day?” You groan as he lets go of you and turns to get something out of his pocket, a small velvet like box.

Interest piqued, your eyes widen in curiosity as you take the box from him, staring at it in your hands. Then, you look up at him in slight hesitation.

“This better not jump out at me when I open it.”

To this he chuckles lightly. “No no, bella. Not this time.”

You take his word for it, you always do. You open the box and you let out a small gasp at the shiny ring exposed inside.

“For our 1 year anniversary!” He exclaims.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you look up at him. “But, our anniversary isn’t until-“

“Oh, no no belladonna! Not our relationship anniversary.” He chuckles, and then points a finger up to the sky.

“It’s exactly one year today that I started scaring the living day lights out of you!”

You blink a few times, before replying.

“You seriously keep track of things like that?”

“Yes~ don’t you?”

“No.” You giggle and smile. “But it’s sweet you do.”

He hums and then opens his arms out for a hug, to which you fall right into and melt in his arms, smiling with a full grin and a blushed out face.

“Your reactions are priceless, they make my day worth it.” He whispers to you.

That was his favourite day he scared you, and unbeknownst to him, it was also yours.

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fluff-n-cookies · 1 month ago

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Endeavor is not a "good man"

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Dabi is Reader’s father, Reader has blue eyes like his. No use of Y/N

For those who don’t know, this post is related to these

TW: mentions of financial difficulty, POC friendly, reader is a toddler around the age of 5, references to Dabi's relationship with endeavor, FEM READER, SPOILERS!!! scroll down for authors note :p

Pt 1, Pt 2

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At 1 pm sharp, every weekday, school lets out in the neighborhood, children run to their parents cars, walk home, or make their way to the train to go home.

what's unfortunate however, Is that there have been certain individuals spotted around the area.

Villains, I mean.

robbers that natch mothers purses away while they aren't looking, creep old men who watch from a distance, and with the rise of the League of Villains and their speculated hideout being close by, Yokohama's public council has urged for some heroes to take up the extra patrols available in such a... crime infested area. yes.

Endeavor's PR team eventually got wind of this and...

The bell rang, children burst through the doors eager to go home for the weekend, so joyous. only to find something even better, a hero, the new number 1 hero, Endeavor.

Swarmed, that what he was, swarmed and annoyed. but this is what's good for his reputation, good for the community, good for him to stay cool and chill as the youngsters say.

unbeknownst to him however, a harmless little thing lurks around the school building, hidden in shadows like her dad does whenever they go out into town together. She stares like a hawk. at least that's what she tries to look like anyway.

she ends up looking like a tiny wee kitten about to pounce on its mother's tail. how darling.

Dad doesn't like heroes.

she thinks to herself, clutching her new bag tightly, she got it just last week since school just started. It's pretty worn down, they had gotten it from the thrift, but it's also all they could afford at the moment.

especially that one...

she stood there for a moment. hidden in the shade of the ginkgo trees, she shook her head, and made it past the crowd of rowdy classmates, with flame hero endeavor at its center.

she was five now, that meant she would be just fine on the streets of Yokohama. Dad didn't need to take her on the bus and walk her to school and go back on the bus all over again. she could walk on her own to the bus stop, get on the bus, and then dad would walk her back to their apartment. easy. really easy.

at least it may have been if a hero wasn't following her. this one could burn her to a crisp, she'd be all crunchy like the toast and strawberry jam she'd had this morning.

Well, to be fair, from endeavor's perspective, all she saw was a little girl walking down the same route that he was meant to take for his patrol. simple. May as well make sure that she's okay and gets home safely, especially since she doesn't have her mom with her or anything.

she is a small little thing really. Shoto used to be like that, cute and stubby. Rei would dress him up in cute clothes whenever they would go out.

the girl keeps walking, walk, walk, walk, well, more of a slight toddle. occasionally saying "hi" to class mates as they go to their respective apartments and houses and to the strays that wander the alley ways.

where is this girl's house?

more importantly perhaps, where is her guardian?

he should probably introduce himself to her.

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Ermmmm,I meant to write more, but like, I'm kinda tired, lil' something for you guys to munch on. and likeeee uhhh ssnsadns sand. yes sand. I'llfinsih this part laterrrr

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petitesmafia · 8 months ago

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if i was a regular bsd yokohama citizen i'd be mad as hell like i just paid off my mortgage on this condo after busting corporate ass for 10 years what the FUCK is ur problem

spent 10k on interior design only for a fucking blender piece to slice through my apartment on a random Thursday...u WILL pay for these crimes. wrap this shit up by 5PM TODAY and have the compensation deposited in my bank account by Monday i'm NOT playing

#enas.txt #bungou stray dogs #bsd spoilers #bsd 116 #regular ppl living in the city like what the FUCK man #my life savings...sliced and diced #i'd be FUMING

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oceaneyesinla · 6 months ago

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Coming Home

I needed some soft Chuuya, so I wrote some soft Chuuya. This is VERY self indulgent and very fluffy

Slightly suggestive at the end - nickname used: angel

Divider by @/cafekitsune

Chuuya can’t help but release a tired, relieved sigh as the door to his apartment swings open. He’s been away for a week, and that’s a week too long when he knows just what’s waiting for him at home. You’ve ruined him for missions that take him away from Yokohama - how can he spend even a second away from the brightest star in the sky of his life? If you weren’t so important to Mafia operations in the city, he would bring you with him every time he leaves. Alas, it’s not to be - your biochemical knowledge and connections to the local hospitals make you too valuable to lose.

Instead, the two of you spend all hours of the day and night on the phone; 3AM video calls, lunchtime phone conversations and good morning messages having to suffice even though all he wants is to wrap you in his arms and never let go. For now, he’s home, and the boss promised him at least a couple of days rest in return for going on this mission. It was an important one, and there were very few people Mori would trust such a task to.

The patter of footsteps pulls him out of his thoughts, and he can feel a smile tugging at his lips. Clearly, you heard him open the door. He makes quick work of taking off his shoes and he’s just depositing his bag off to one side to deal with later when you round the corner. Your face lights up as you skid to a halt, almost sliding straight into the opposite wall. The laughter that bubbles out of him is soft and affectionate, as if his body needs some way to release all the love he feels for you before his heart explodes with it.

You look cozy, all wrapped up in one of his sweaters and fluffy socks on your feet, and you look like the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He opens his arms, already knowing what your plan is, and he’s absolutely right. You barrel down the hallway, jumping into his arms and clinging to him with all your strength. Your legs lock around his waist, and you burrow your face into the crook of his neck, leaving little kisses that he swears he can feel even through the all the fabric of his clothes.

“Hey angel.” The last remnants of tension bleed out of him as he holds you, breathing in the smell of your favourite body wash, the one you started using when you decided it reminded you of him. Now, it just reminds you both of home.

“Missed you.” You’re pouting when you pull away to meet his eye, but it doesn’t last long when he peppers your face in kisses, reducing you to a giggling mess in moments.

Kicking the door shut with his foot, he carries you further into the apartment, bypassing the couch and heading straight for the bedroom, “Missed you too. Did you do anything fun while I was gone? Spend the money I left you?”

You launch into an animated description of all the things you bought while he was gone and Chuuya could feel the fond smile growing on his face. This is what he misses most when you’re apart - the light in your eyes and the excitement in your voice is never the same through a phone screen.

The squeak you let out as he drops you onto the bed makes him laugh once again, and he quickly strips out of his work clothes and changes into something more comfortable. You’ve already tucked yourself under the covers by the time he’s done, and he joins you, immediately pulling you practically on top of him. After he’s been away, he likes to have you as close as possible. If he could crack open his ribcage and tuck you away in there, safe and sound, he would.

“What’s the plan, Chuu?” Your sweet voice is music to his ears, and he leans in to press a kiss to your head.

“First, we’re taking a nap, because I want to cuddle and I know you do too.” He lets his hand slide down your back, trailing down to the plush of your ass and giving it a light squeeze, “Then I’m going to show you just how much I missed my pretty angel.” He moves his hand back up to rub along your spine, smiling when he feels you relax into him, “Then we’re going out for dinner.”

You shift a little, dropping a couple of kisses along the sensitive skin of his neck before you snuggle back into his chest, “Okay. Love you, Chuu.”

“Love you too, angel.” The last thing he sees before he closes his eyes is your soft smile, your features nothing short of angelic as you rest on him, content in his hold and infinitely trusting. His final thought before he slips into sleep is that heaven must feel like the love you share.

@pixelcafe-network

#rox writes #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader

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kitasgloves · 4 months ago

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Obsessed With You

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— ♬ "You and me, we were meant to be. We live happily in my fantasy"

— ♬ Erotomaniac! Dazai Osamu x Reader, NSFW, gender-neutral reader, depictions of stalking, obsessive behavior, and masturbation, non-consensual dry humping, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 3.9k words, no beta

— ♬ NOTE: I DO NOT CONDONE, ROMANTISIZE, OR SEXUALIZE WHAT IS DEPICTED IN THIS STORY. EVERYTHING IS A WORK OF FICTION. READER'S DESCRETION IS ADVISED.

Osamu Dazai hums to himself as he smiles at the singular picture plastered on his wall, it was a decently sized photograph of a Yokohama civilian stuck against the wall with tape. His smile erupts wider as he strides closer to the photo, with his limber finger he traces the person's smile in the photograph. After another long moment of staring, Dazai sighs and fetches his coat.

He left his apartment and traveled towards the Armed Detective Agency, his footsteps were particularly bouncy. He deliberately arrived twenty minutes late, before Dazai settled in front of his desk, he got his daily scolding from his beloved co-worker, Kunikida Doppo. His routine went on as usual. He lazed around and folded important documents into paper airplanes to annoy Kunikida, he disturbed Atsushi Nakajima, who happened to be stationed beside him as he disrupted his working hours, and he'd have his daily nap on one of the couches in the office.

For the past several weeks, his mood has been unusually cheery. Dazai's antics grew less but didn't disappear completely (much to Kunikida's dismay). The smile on his face appeared…unsettling if one were to gaze at it for far too long. It was as if his smile never wavered and gave the impression that he was plotting something. But nobody in the agency bothered to ask what he was thinking about, and if any of them were, they doubted he'd tell the truth.

After another day's work, Dazai clocks out early. In addition to his daily routine, he'd stop by the new bookstore a block from his apartment. As he approached the small bookstore, he could feel the pace of his heartbeat quickening. Dazai could feel his breathing hitch at the sight of the figure by the display window. They hadn't noticed him yet and he greedily watched the sight. His eyes traced the curve of their body, he focused on the look on their features as they arranged the books on the display window, and a crooked smile rose on his lips when they remained oblivious to his presence.

You moved to Yokohama several months ago after graduating college. You wanted to start an independent life of your own and thought that Yokohama was a lovely place to begin the journey. Upon arrival, you were admittedly overwhelmed. It took you several days to find a new place and job, it wasn't what you initially envisioned, but it worked for you, nonetheless. A humble apartment for one and a simple job at a local bookstore were enough for you to strive in this new independent life.

The bell rings when a familiar tall figure enters the bookshop, you look up from the counter and flash a beaming smile at the customer.

"Hey, Dazai"

"Hello, Belladonna"

Dazai wiggled his fingers at you flirtatiously and you laughed, completely thinking he was being satirical as you often do. Ever since you bumped into Dazai while looking for an apartment, he never ceased to call you 'Belladonna'. You have no clue what urged him to call you that nickname, but you figured it was harmless. Dazai was a charming man with dark chocolate hair and eyes, tall and slightly lean, and had his signature bandages wrapped around his arms and neck. You wanted to ask him the reason for those bandages but held your tongue worrying it might be too personal to share.

"How's your day?"

"Great! And judging from that beautiful smile on your face, you were looking forward to seeing me"

The brunette leaned against the counter and flashed you a flirtatious smirk. You laughed at every flirting and romantic advance Dazai made. Truthfully, you were weirded by him at the beginning. It perhaps had something to do with when you found him climbing out of a river, where he told you he was attempting to drown himself. He clasped both of your hands in that fateful meeting and asked if you wanted to try double suicide with him. You initially thought that he might be on drugs or he's mentally deranged, but you soon discover that he is simply eccentric. Somehow, Dazai has crawled his way into your life and made room for himself, which was both impressive and perplexing.

"Any new suicide attempts for today?"

"I tried swallowing a bunch of unknown pills in Dr. Yosano's office, but I only ended up getting an upset stomach rather than death"

"Serves you right"

"How mean! You know how difficult it is when your stomach's in pain. As I said, I like death, not pain and suffering"

He pouts and you playfully roll your eyes and turn around to organize the newly arrived books. You can feel his gaze on you as you work, but you can't see how he is gazing at you. His eyes were darker, the color of his face was flushed pink, and his smile was...twisted. Dazai watched you like he was a starving man, hungry for something that was not on the menu. His Adam's apple bobbed as he saw you bend over to pick up a stack of books, his hand creeping toward the zipper of his pants. He was about to unzip his pants until you whipped your head around. Immediately, Dazai fixes his expression.

"Do you mind giving me a hand with these books, Dazai?"

"Of course!"

The brunette gingerly strides towards the other side of the counter and assists you in carrying several heavy books into a new empty bookshelf.

"Thanks! I owe you one"

"Oh, no, no, no, you don't need to return the favor"

"Nonsense, how about coffee this weekend, my treat?"

Dazai could feel his heart skip a beat, he couldn't fight off the pleased smile rising on his lips. He takes a step forward and gazes at you with unblinking but glimmering eyes.

"It's a date"

When he hears you laugh as he replies, he feels a twist in his chest. He did adore your sweet laughter, but he didn't like how you laughed at every obvious romantic gesture or comment he gave. God, he's trying to capture your heart! Or was it hard to take him seriously? Dazai chats with you for a while, cleverly distracting you from your duties with his blabbering as he throws one interesting topic and another just to have you hooked on him while he basked in your attention.

Dazai walks home satisfied after spending a few hours with you. Once his apartment door closes, he rushes to shred off his coat and go to bed. He collapses on the mattress with a huff as he hastily pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket. It wasn't an ordinary handkerchief; it was the handkerchief he slyly stole from you earlier while you were distracted chatting with him. Dazai presses the handkerchief against his nose as he greedily inhales your scent trapped against the fabric.

"Hmm, fuck, [Name]"

He moans as he smoothly unzips his pants and frees his growing erection. Dazai lazily strokes his length as he hungrily imprinted your scent in his brain. To think he was about to stroke his cock like this while he was at your workplace made him laugh against your handkerchief. His eyes roll back when he picks up the pace of his hand around his dick, he suffocates himself with your handkerchief as he imagined you were in the room with him, watching him jerk off while his tongue rolled out your name repeatedly.

"[Name], [Name], [Name]—"

He chants your name as he approaches his orgasm. Dazai throws his head back as spurts of his cum coated his hand and abdomen. He goes monetarily limp in his bed, sweating and with your handkerchief still against his nose as he catches his breath. He swiftly cleaned himself up and went to bed.

Dazai has a picture of you on his wall. He dreams of you when he sleeps. He goes out of his way every day hoping he'll catch you walking down your street. He knows just where you went to school. He knows the names of all your friends. He knows he's got it bad again. An Obsession. Dazai knows your middle name. He has a lock of your hair. He might be a little bit insane because he thinks he can see you everywhere. Nobody can understand, no one can see his point of view. They might say it's gotten out of hand and that Dazai's obsessed with you.

But how must one blame him? It was you. It's your fault because you were so damn insatiable. You attract a primal part in him that he keeps suppressed. You arouse his hunger for your innocence. You feed him with your saccharine smiles. You bring out the twisted side of him that he thought he had abandoned back when he was still in the Port Mafia. But he thinks he has become intensely worse than before. He was greedier, he was willing to take risks just to be around you.

Oh, and he's horrible. He lies to you and pretends to be an eccentric but harmless individual while he masturbates to the mere thought of you returning his growing and twisted attraction. The way you welcomed him each time made him want more than what was possible. He wants to get next to you, he loves all the things you do. He wants to get close to you, you're his dream come true. He wants to have sex with you, your sweet caress won't do. Dazai's obsessed with you, he's obsessed with you.

Dazai is pretty aware of what he's experiencing and what he's doing isn't healthy or acceptable. But denying that he doesn't ache for you is so difficult to do. To deny you is equivalent to mortal sin, he thinks. Everyone at the Armed Detective Agency watched silently as Dazai gingerly hummed a song before clocking out early again, he barely got anything accomplished the past few days. As much as Kunikida wanted to yell his ear off about his responsibilities in the agency, the blonde couldn't help but feel there was something suspicious going around with Dazai that he avoided interacting with him as much as possible. Kunikida's suspicion heightened when the best detective in the agency, Ranpo Edogawa, stopped eating sweets at his desk and looked at Dazai instead with narrowed eyes.

"Belladonna!"

The brunette startles you with an embrace from behind when you are cleaning one of the bookshelves. You yelped and smacked him with a feather duster. How did he sneak behind you? You didn't even hear the bell tingling at the door when he entered.

"What the hell, Dazai!"

"Sorry, did I scare you?"

"I didn't hear you walking in!"

You playfully bantered with him as you continued with your work while Dazai entertained you with nonsensical tales. You listened as his mouth went miles per minute. For some odd reason, you never found his blabbering annoying, nor did you find his weird habits irritating. Somehow, the more you spend time with Dazai, you begin to think he's more than what meets the eye. The following weekend, you and Dazai went out for coffee as promised. He's more enthusiastic than usual.

Fortunately, Dazai was able to control himself that weekend when he met with you. He dressed himself more appealingly and he made an effort to take a shower then fix his hair to hopefully make you swoon. He was afraid that if he wasn't able to restrain himself the moment he saw you out of your working clothes, he'd pounce at you and eat you whole. Fuck, you looked gorgeous. The way you timidly batted your eyelashes at him punches the air out of his lungs.

"Shall we go in?"

The brunette nodded and followed behind you as you both entered the café. It was a warm morning with a few people scattered amongst the booths. You and he placed your orders and waited for your beverages and food to be served at a table in the corner of the establishment. Dazai felt like he was knocked stupid in the head because he hadn't spoken a word since he saw you. Your smile sets his heart aflame. He felt electrocuted with your eyes. Hell, the very mention of your name, his stomach fills with butterflies.

Once your orders were brought, you began a casual conversation with the brunette. You notice how flushed he looked, his eyes were filled with intensity, and there was sweat trickling down the side of his face. You assume that he caught a fever with the way he's behaving quietly. You settled your coffee down and cast him a concerned look.

"Are you okay? You're awfully quiet"

"Hm? Oh, I'm fine. In fact, I'm feeling great! After all, I'm on a date with you!"

Dazai flashes you one of his charming smiles and you shake your head and chuckle, dismissing your concern for him. You barely notice him touching his coffee or the food you ordered for the both of you. He was hyperfocused on what you were talking about, especially the way your lips moved with every syllable. Dazai naturally stores every piece of information you obliviously give out to him in his head. He can see your hand resting on top of the table, inches away from his, and he's dying to grasp it. He wants to interlock his fingers with yours and steal the warmth from your palm. He needs to cling to your skin. He needs more and all of you. Your heart, your body, and your love.

He thinks, your love is better than cocaine or any drug for that matter. He needs you more than oxygen. Dazai knows he's got it bad again, no, he knows he has grown worse. An obsession. His obsession has escalated out of his control. He knows more than your middle name. He's got personal records of your birth certificate and various important documents. He has more than a lock of your hair, he possesses every item that his greedy hands stole, from chewed pens to used underwear. Dazai thinks he's a little bit insane because he sees you everywhere, he sees you in every corner of his apartment, in the Armed Detective Agency, and in public. He knows his friends won't understand, they cannot see his point of view. Kunikida would just smack him in the head and yell at him to get back to work or Atsushi would just nervously laugh at him and tell him he's just feeling tired. But everything has gotten out of hand, and he's obsessed with you.

"Bye, Dazai!"

"Farewell, Belladonna. Thank you for the wonderful treat"

You smile at him before walking across the street and turning a corner. That cute café 'date' couldn't satisfy his craving. Dazai needed more. And the only way he saw it fit to gain satisfaction was to follow you home. He was undetected by you or anyone as you approached your apartment. When you shut and locked your door, Dazai didn't take it as a sign to leave. Oh no, he hasn't even begun. He wants to get close to you, he loves all the things you do. He wants to get next to you, you are his dream come true. He wants to have sex with you, your sweet caress won't do. Dazai's obsessed with you, he's obsessed with you.

There he was, stealthily breaking into your apartment after expertly picking on the lock. The sick part of it was this wasn't the first time. He has done this multiple times when he got hopelessly desperate. A devilish smile was on his features as he listened outside of your bathroom door, he leaned against the door to press his ear to hear you humming in the shower. He swallows as he imagines your naked and wet body from the other side, it sends his heart into a frenzy.

He spots your discarded clothes on your bed and he waltzes towards them. His eyes zeroed in on your underwear and his hands didn't even hesitate in snatching them before bringing them against his nose. He collapses on your bed and greedily inhales your lingering scent within the sheets and from your underwear.

"[Name]"

He utters your name in a wistful whisper. Dazai lays there as his hand trails down to his pants, he can feel his skin heating, his heart banging against his ribcage with want, and his erection growing in his pants. If only you knew that you were the only one who had this profound effect on him. Nobody has urged him to feel this way in the past. No one was successful in rendering him into this disturbing and deranged being because of their mere existence. It was only you.

Dazai shuts his eyes as he palms his hardened cock in his pants while sniffing your underwear. The risk of you catching him in the act flies over his head. If only you knew that you and he were meant to be. Both of you live happily in his fantasy. Dazai and you go walking down the aisle and you look at him and smile. But suddenly, his alarm clock rings. He wakes up in denial.

The brunette glanced down at his hard erection in his boxers as he discovered he was back in bed in his apartment. Oh right, that happened two days ago. He escaped from your apartment before he could jerk off with your underwear. Dazai shuts off his alarm and runs a hand down his face. He frowned, he wasn't in the mood to go to work today. Nonetheless, he fixed himself and went to the Armed Detective Agency.

Everyone noticed how detached Dazai was behaving. There was a lack of suicidal antics and constant blabbering from the brunette. He just sat on his chair and stared blankly at the laptop screen on his desk. Although he didn't get any paperwork done, Kunikida didn't dare scold him. His eyes can see the eery look of vacancy on his colleague's face. The blonde thought about consulting Ranpo about the matter and even asking him to use his Ultra Deduction to figure out what was going on with Dazai.

Meanwhile, Dazai felt like he was going to burst into complete madness. The obsession he contained and concealed from everyone was choking him. Such intense and twisted emotions can only be controlled for so long that after his shift at the agency, the brunette hastily goes straight to your apartment. He breaks into your apartment as before and sits in your bed in the dark, and there he waits. He waited like a patient wolf waiting for an innocent sheep to arrive.

You felt a cold shiver run down your spine when you grabbed your keys from your bag, you felt unusually hesitant to enter your home. You felt a premonition that something was off. However, you felt exhausted, you needed to have dinner and rest. You shoved the uneasiness in the back of your mind as you unlocked your apartment door, you opened the lights and emitted a relieved sigh when nothing was in disarray. But to your horror, you found a very familiar figure sitting at the foot of your bed.

"Da—Dazai?"

"Hello, [Name]. Can I have a word with you?"

A twisted smile rises on Dazai's lips as he takes in your stunned expression. He watches you stumble back and look at him with horror as if you've witnessed a gruesome murder scene. He knows his calmness about the situation was disturbing you. He predicted that you'd make an attempt to escape, but at the moment, you were too astonished to make up a reply.

"[Name]..."

"...What the hell are you doing in my apartment?"

You finally gained your composure to speak. You sounded both petrified and disgusted. You had the right to feel violated! This guy just broke into your apartment! He must have some wicked scheme prepared. You slowly took a step back and shakily drew in a breath. Dazai chuckles.

"I just want to have a little chat with you, Belladonna"

"You...you could've talked to me after my shift"

"Hm, but I wanted talk in a private place, my dear"

The brunette notices your hands shaking as you avoid his intense stare. A horrible part of him felt aroused at your terrified state. Dazai carefully rises from your bed and stalks towards you like a hungry wolf.

"Get the fuck out of my apartment now, Dazai. This isn't funny"

"I'm not going to do anything bad, [Name]. Don't worry"

"I don't care. Get out, now!"

Your warning goes deaf in Dazai's ears. In a panic, you grabbed your phone from your pocket and dashed out of your bedroom. Unfortunately, Dazai was swift enough to seize your hand and steal your phone from your grasp. With a gasp, you watched him discard your phone on the floor before pulling you into a bone-crushing embrace. He held you from behind, wrapping his long arms around your torso and securing your hands against your sides. You felt a disgusted shudder when his face leaned down to inhale your hair.

"Come on, there's no need to get anyone involved"

"Let me go!"

You struggled. When you feel the brunette laughing darkly from behind, your heart stops. This wasn't the Dazai you met, or he wasn't the man he showed you to be. He wasn't eccentric, he was a fucking maniac. You begin to quiver in his hold as he tries to soothe you by rubbing his cheek against your temple.

"God, you're so fucking perfect"

Dazai reveled at how heavenly it felt to finally have you in his arms. His senses were overstimulated with every part of you. He buried his face against the crook of your neck as he felt himself salivating by your scent alone. He wants to sink his teeth into you and make you scream. While he was lost in his twisted fantasy, he failed to register the fact that you started sobbing.

"Wh—what do you want from me?"

You pleaded with a petrified tone. Your heartbeat stops when his hands begin to roam all over your body. Dazai was breathing heavily against your ear. Your stomach drops when his hips begin to buck against you as you felt his erection rubbing against your ass. By that, you fell into a fit of helpless sobs.

"What do I want? Oh darling, isn't it obvious?"

The brunette whispers against your ear. He couldn't contain himself as he dry-humped his erection against your clothed ass. These perverse emotions he felt for you ate him alive while he was dying to have you. Dazai was beyond redemption. Now, that he has enacted on his desires, it would be impossible to turn back. He greedily places kisses along your neckline and cheek, his teeth grazing against your skin, tempted to have a taste of your flesh. Your sobbing only fueled him as he lost the distinction between right and wrong.

"I want to get close to you. I want to get next to you. I want to have sex with you"

Dazai grunted. You couldn't hold back your crying as he continued to dry-hump against your ass. His confession brought unimaginable disgust within you. Whenever you tried to wiggle away from his strong embrace, he would bite on your exposed skin keeping you in place. You clawed on his arms when he moaned your name against your ear.

"I'm obsessed with you"

Dazai whispered tenderly. You begin to thrash around as he laughs and keeps you in his cruel hold. He wasn't completely blind to the facts. He knew there was no way for you to love him back when he'd done the unthinkable. But he couldn't help it. The intoxicatingly sweet but aching feeling blooming in his chest. He can have you in his arms now but not forever. He knows he doesn't deserve it but he still smiles through it. All he needs is a taste to survive. He'll deal with the consequences later. As you wailed uncontrollably, all Dazai could think about was how lovesick he was of you.

#— ♬ with love; kitasgloves #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd fanfic #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs dazai osamu #bsd dazai osamu #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd dazai osamu x reader #bsd dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai fanfic #Spotify

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