#dazai x the whole cast

[th3archivisst]

a little pet peeve of mine about the bsd fandom is how every second post is skk

like

yeah

they’re gay

but after a while it gets old?? no hate to skk, it’s a good ship, i just think we should also be talking about dazai having chemistry with LITERALLY ALL THE MEN ON THE SHOW yk

there are so many other characters you can say are his soulmates?? let me list them.

fyodor. he is the only other character in the show who understands dazai completely, they quite literally finish each other’s sentences half the time.

sigma. they would be the softest couple ever. he would teach dazai to give more of a shit about himself and dazai would actually be able to give sigma a home in the ada

kunikida. sure, dazai pisses him off, but it’s a very playful type of thing. kunikida would teach dazai to be less analytic, to listen to his emotions more, and dazai would (not in the best way but still) teach kunikida to work through his anger issues

if i wasn’t currently in public transportation i would be able to list more but point is

chuuya and dazai are the most popular ship mainly because they have a backstory together. if you discard that, or headcanon a past for him with, EVERYONE could be his soulmate

okay fine this post is about how much i need more dazai harem in my life

[lunasdreamytreats]

Size kink ! Feat. BSD, HSR, GI, PKMN AND KNY characters

A/n: I've just stopped menstruating and am beyond horny so plz accept this brainrot :)

Cws: Various male characters x fem!reader, size kink (obviously), no full smut but it's still nsfw, use of a remote vibrator, manhandling, implications to public sex and exhibitionism, near accidental voyeurism from strangers, I wrote this with my pussy and im not sorry

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He's just so much taller than you, his hands dwarfing yours as you cling onto him in public. The simple gesture seeming innocent to the many passers-by, just a couple holding each others hands as they shop; but little did they know, that each small squeeze conveyed much more than mere pda.

When you got home, however, he trapped you between the door and him, just outside of your shared apartment. His frame completely blotting out any light and casting a looming shadow over you as you fiddle with the keys.

It seems your plan to rile him up worked...

"You squeezed my hand so many times today, darling. I wonder.... were you mimicking the squeeze of something else?" His voice oozed with a playfully teasing tone that would've had you rolling your eyes, if you weren't desperate to get inside.

"P-please, you've b-been teasing me all d-day" you managed to say in a hushed tone, frowning as you looked up at him with big, doe eyes. "N-need you" you pressed your behind against his crotch, letting him feel how wet you are through the fabrics separating him from you. A low groan bubbles up from the very bottom of his throat at the action, slipping a hand under your skirt to tug at the string of the bullet vibratior stuffed inside your pussy, still running at full speed.

"Testing my limits, are ya? Even when you know fully well how easily I can manhandle you? How weightless I make you seem?" He pressed his fingers down heavily on your clit, sliding them down along with the sheer amount of slick that accumulated from his teasing all day. The obscene, audible squelching that came from between your legs as he did so made you shiver in his hold, embarrassed at how wet you got from his perverted idea.

"Tell me," His free hand lent against the door, completely caging you in; while his knee replaced the hand at your clit as said hand tilted your head up to look at him. He wanted your whole attention on him, just like he's been training you. "Would you prefer if I didn't hold back while out? Flip your skirt up in public and ravage you for anyone to see?"

Your skin burned against his fingertips as he held your face in place so you couldn't avert your gaze, the smirk adorning his handsome features a tell tale sign that he knew you were crumbling. Your fingers frantically turned the key in the lock, unlocking the door just in time for your hands to fly up to your mouth to muffle the moan that escaped you.

"Y-You shameless bitch..." you grumbled quietly, avoiding his gaze as he let your face go open the door for you like a gentleman; he's not that inconsiderate. You tried to walk normally, you really did; but with all the teasing that just occurred, your walk was more akin to a stumble.

"Want me to help you there, dearest?" His voice still had the irritatingly teasing tone as before, his fingers snaked down your back until they cupped between your legs; lifting you up effortlessly and bringing you inside.

Of course, he made sure you didn’t notice the neighbours, who’d just walked out as you were going in, and they saw nothing prior to coming out just now…. Well, nothing except for your boyfriend carrying you into your apartment in such a provocative way.

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Oh, and the sheer amount of slick coating your inner thighs, and a small wet patch on the carpet outside the door.

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Thinking of: Nikolai, Jouno, Dazai, Jing Yuan, Blade, Veritas Ratio, Alhaitham, Childe, Wriothesley, Zhongli, Volo, N Harmonica, Adaman, Douma, Kokushibo, Yorichi, Gyomeni, Tengen, + your faves/other fandoms

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Fukuzawa Yukichi is your exam supervisor, and must determine, if you are a good cuddler

Self-Aware! Fukuzawa Yukichi x GN! Reader

Description: You knew, that "Cuddle Night with Dazai" won't be a secret for too long. You didn't expect, that Fukuzawa will be the first one, who spoke about it

<| Previous part |

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Fluffy. Multiple cuddle sessions.

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You looked at the small stack of papers with an owlish expression. The words "Cuddler Exam" were written in bold letters on the top of the first paper sheet.

You looked up at Fukuzawa. The president of Armed Detective Agency (rebranded as "Private Investigation Bureau" in this world), as always, looked calm and serious. Like.he didn't just give you that stack of papers.

"What." your question sounded flat, but it was a question. Fukuzawa leaned forward, towering over you. He tapped his fingers against the first paper sheet.

"Dazai told everyone about your cuddle session. I decided to use it as an opportunity to hold a "Cuddler Exam" for you." Fukuzawa managed to keep a straight face and serious voice. And you didn't learn anything new. You weren't surprised, that Fukuzawa knew about "Cuddles with Dazai". If Dazai had a megaphone, he would yell into it, to be sure, that everyone knew about cuddles. But, why hold an "exam", what will "exam" even be, and why Fukuzawa decided to do it in a first place.

"I don't follow." you shake your head. Fukuzawa, without batting an eye, took the first list from the stack. You saw, that on the second paper, were scrabbled more text.

"I want to determine, if you have requirements on being a good cuddler. Cuddlers in ADA should be professionals." explained Fukuzawa. "I will be your supervisor. After you finish all tasks, I will proclaim my verdict on your cuddling skills."

You can't help, but ask.

"Um... How many cuddlers before me have taken that exam?" You can't imagine anyone from BSD Cast doing it. Well... Maybe, if you will be an exam supervisor...

Fukuzawa shook his head.

"No one. You will be the first one to take it. And your results will determine the future requirements for a passing score."

How? Just how in the world Fukuzawa can say something like that in a straight face?

"And if I fail? Or refuse?" The whole idea was strange, but you can't help, but be curious.

"It will mean, that all cuddling sessions will be strictly held in your room. After exam, you will have an opportunity to cuddle with others in different places." Fukuzawa quickly reassured you.

You had a nagging feeling, that Fukuzawa just wanted to cuddle, but tried to keep it cool, and, instead of asking for them straight, created an entire exam.

Well, why not amuse him?

"I will do it."

Fukuzawa's stoic expression changed. Now he was smiling at you.

"Good. I will judge you fairly. You will find all tasks on the papers I gave you. Do your best, kitten."

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"Task № 1. Cuddles on the workplace. Requirements: exam supervisor should be able to do their paperwork, while enjoying cuddles."

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You sat on Fukuzawa's lap. You were facing him, his legs were between yours. Your face was pressed against Fukuzawa's left shoulder, and your arms were around his chest.

In his right hand, he was holding a pen, doing paperwork.

Fukuzawa's left arm pressed you firmer against his body. His fingers were running up and down your back. You heard, how Fukuzawa sighs, quickly nuzzling your hair.

Fukuzawa didn't say a word, continue doing his paperwork.

You fight an urge to give Fukuzawa a few kisses. The point of that... "exam task", was to let Fukuzawa do his paperwork. And kisses will make the task impossible.

The door in Fukuzawa's office opened. Someone walked into the room.

"Sir, I have brought reports you asked for." You didn't need to turn your head to look at Kunikida, to guess, what emotion he had on his face. A poor hidden jealousy under the mask of indifference.

Fukuzawa's voice rocked his chest.

"Good, you can leave them here."

Kunikida's steps sounded closer. He put documents on Fukuzawa's table. A minute passed, and Fukuzawa put his hand on your head.

"Do you need something else, Kunikida? I am in a middle of exam."

"No, it's nothing." Kunikida mumbled and left the office, closing the door behind him.

"It was on purpose, right?" asked you, looking up at Fukuzawa. He pressed you firmer against his chest.

"Hush. You are in the middle of an exam."

You can imagine a slight smirk on Fukuzawa's face. It was on purpose.

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"Task № 2. Appropriate cuddle outfit. Find an outfit for an ultimate cuddle session."

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You made a mistake by choosing a cat kugurumi.

It was soft, warm and cute. Great for cuddles.

At first, Fukuzawa was quietly staring at you. At kitten face on the kugurumi's hood. At white "belly", at tabby "fur".

Then you were pressed against Fukuzawa's chest. He was cradling you in his arms. With one hand he was playing with your hair, with the second hand he was rubbing your tummy.

You felt like a cat, that was caught by an affectionate cat lover.

"Passed this one with a flying colors." Fukuzawa carefully pinched your cheeks.

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"Final task. Just... cuddle with me. Please."

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It was dark in your room.

And you were cuddling with Fukuzawa.

Fukuzawa was a big spoon. A very affectionate big spoon.

He was hugging you with both hands. You nuzzle Fukuzawa's chest. You felt safe.

A soft kiss was placed on the top of your head. Fukuzawa's fingers ticked your cheek. Warm breath tucked your ear, followed by a small kiss.

"You know, that you could just ask for cuddles..." whispered you, leaning towards Fukuzawa's palm. He chuckled, kissing you on a forehead.

"I still got what I want, so, it's a winning situation." Fukuzawa's hold loose for a moment. But, after he put covers above you two, he immediately hugged you again.

The warmth, the darkness, the safeness.

You looked up, and left a few kisses on Fukuzawa's chin. His fingers ran through your hair. Fukuzawa hugged you closer.

"Put your arms around my neck." Fukuzawa's voice was barely a whisper. You did as he asked.

His fingers danced up and down your arms. Fukuzawa placed a light kiss on the tip of your nose.

"Go to sleep, [Y/N]. My cuddly kitten." you raised an eyebrow, waiting for Fukuzawa to say something more. He rolled his eyes. "My exam passing Cuddler Kitten."

You giggled, closed your eyes and snuggled up to Fukuzawa. He sighed, nuzzling your hair. He whispered.

"Dazai is not the only one. I also love you."

[luvfy0dor]

“Kissing in Cars and Downtown Bars...♡” Dazai Osamu x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; References to BSD Wan, implications of future driving while intoxicated but it doesn't actually happen (still don't do that shit)

Description; Dazai brings you to Bar Lupin and shares memories with you

A/n; chat don't let me flop I love y'all ♡ Also, i googled the menu for the actual bar and used drinks from that for reader

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Hearing Dazai speak was like music to your ears, you loved how smooth his voice was and hearing him talk about his favorite things. He talked to you a whole lot about his port mafia days and Bar Lupin, sharing stories of him, Oda, and Ango getting drinks there. He still likes to visit every now and again, and he thought it would be nice to share such a significant place with you. So, he helped you put on your jacket and out the door you two went, hopping in his car and speeding through the dark evening towards Bar Lupin.

Dazai parks the car in a nearby lot, giving the two of you the chance to walk down the street for a little while. Your fingers are interlocked as you lean into him, chit chatting as the sound of your footsteps and voices echo throughout the dim alleyway. You can see the sign illuminating the side of the building in the distance, making you smile with excitement. Dazai has always spoken so highly of it, so you were rather giddy to get the experience. He opened the door, holding it and allowing you in first. It gives you a solid second to take in the atmosphere of the Bar Lupin; letting you appreciate the way the lights cast a soft glow over the wood of the bar and stools. The way the glasses shimmer as they sit upside down also catches your eye. Dazais hand lands on your waist as the bartender flashes you both a welcoming smile and greets you.

"Ah, Dazai! It's been a while, hasn't it?" The bartender says. Dazai nods and escorts you to a barstool. "It sure has! How have you been?" He makes small talk with the older man while you both situate. Your eyes scan over the drink options, finding the Botanist-Martini rather intriguing. You hold Dazais hand as he chit chats briefly. "Well then, the usual for you, Dazai?" He nods, turning to you. "Have you decided what you want?" He asks you, his thumb rubbing circles into your hip. "Yeah, can I get the Botanist-Martini?" The bartender nods and gets to making the drink for you.

"Oda and Ango used to come here with me all the time. I remember we once made New Year's cards here." He reminisces, smiling at the memory. "I messed up a couple of my cards. I remember I ran out of space on one so I just sent that one to the boss at the time." He says as the bartender hands him his glass of whiskey. You chuckle quietly, nodding as he told you the story. "That sounds like a lot of fun. Was it a tradition?" You ask, watching the suited man making your martini. He shakes his head, swirling the drink in the glass. "No, I just decided I wanted to make them one day." He thinks for a moment. "Surely you've made some New Years cards before." He says, a hint of questioning in his voice before he nods. "Yeah, I have. I always want to but i tend to forget." You tell him as your drink is placed in front of you.

His finger brushes over the rim of his glass as he hums. "Well maybe we should make some together." He flashes a small grin at you. "That would be fun, wouldn't it?" You nod, sipping on the drink delightfully, surprised by the quality and taste of the liquid. "It would." You smile and set the glass down, the clinking sound echoing through the bar as it collides gently with the wooden countertop. "Anything is immediately funner when I get to do it with you." You happily say, your eyes averting from his to the bartenders body, his back to you. "Oh yeah?" He says teasingly. You nod and briefly pull him in for a peck on the lips. His lips curl upwards as he returns it, grabbing your face and pulling you in further before you can pull away, making you quietly gasp in surprise. He does let you go after a second, making sure the bartender doesn't catch your acts of pda. You can't help but feel your cheeks burn up a little with slight giddyness as your thoughts become flooded by the event.

And the memory lingers in the back of your mind as you pay the bill and thank the bartender, and even as you're walking out the door. Dazais hand is warm in yours while the two of you still down the side walk again, heading to the familiar shiny, black car. The two of you share giggles and playful jokes as you get closer to the automobile. He opened the passenger side door for you and closed it once you were in, speed walking around the front of the car to the driver's side

A/n; Folklore themes are heavy recently bc I just got my folklore piano book don't play 🙏

[todorokis-girl]

Comfort - Akutagawa x Reader

In the quiet aftermath of Dazai's departure from the Port Mafia, Akutagawa finds himself grappling with the emptiness left behind. Y/N stands by his side, offering silent support and unspoken understanding. Their bond deepens as they navigate the pain together, with feelings of love and care simmering just beneath the surface, yet unvoiced. Under the moonlit sky, a single touch speaks more than words ever could.

Requests are OPEN!

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The night was heavy with the weight of unspoken words. The moon hung low, casting a silvery sheen over Yokohama’s port, where the quiet lapping of water against the docks was the only sound that broke the silence.

Akutagawa stood at the edge of the pier, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the dark expanse before him. The recent departure of Dazai from the Port Mafia had left a raw, gaping wound in him—a void that seemed to swallow everything whole. His mind was a storm of emotions he couldn't quite grasp, let alone articulate.

Beside him, Y/N stood quietly, just close enough for their shoulders to brush occasionally with the breeze, but far enough to respect the distance Akutagawa often kept. The silence between them was comfortable, but charged with an unspoken understanding that neither dared to break.

“Akutagawa,” Y/N finally spoke, their voice soft but steady. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

His eyes flickered to them briefly before returning to the horizon. The moonlight cast delicate shadows on their face, highlighting the concern etched in their features. He wasn’t used to this—someone standing beside him without expectation or demand. It unnerved him, how easily they seemed to see through his defenses.

“You wouldn’t understand,” he replied, his voice a low murmur, rough like gravel.

“I may not understand everything, but that doesn’t mean I’m not here,” Y/N countered gently, their gaze unwavering. They took a small step closer, their presence warm despite the coolness of the night.

Akutagawa’s hands clenched at his sides, his usual instinct to push others away warring with the unfamiliar, fragile comfort he found in Y/N’s presence. It was strange—being with them felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

“You should keep your distance,” he said, but the words lacked their usual sharpness. They hung in the air, more of a plea than a command.

Y/N’s lips curled into a soft, almost sad smile. “You know, sometimes the things that scare us the most are the things we need the most.”

He turned to look at them fully, his dark eyes searching theirs, trying to decipher the emotions swirling within them. There was no pity there, no judgment—just a quiet, steady acceptance that both confused and soothed him.

They stood like that for a moment, the distance between them feeling both vast and insignificant. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them standing under the watchful gaze of the moon.

Without thinking, Akutagawa reached out, his fingers brushing against Y/N’s hand, hesitant and unsure. The touch was barely there, yet it spoke volumes—of gratitude, of fear, of something deeper that he couldn’t yet name.

Y/N didn’t pull away. Instead, they intertwined their fingers with his, offering a silent promise that they wouldn’t leave, no matter how many walls he tried to put up.

Akutagawa’s breath hitched, the gesture so simple yet so profoundly comforting. He didn’t say anything—he didn’t know how to—but for the first time since Dazai’s departure, the emptiness within him felt just a little less overwhelming.

They stood together, hand in hand, neither speaking, yet the air between them was thick with all the words left unspoken. And in that silence, they found a connection deeper than any words could express, a quiet understanding that they would face whatever came next together, even if they never said it aloud.

[nevertheblood]

66 + dazango !!! 👀 teehee

hello. so, uh. this got so far away from me that I think it is not a drabble anymore or even anything close to it.

the problem is that this song is so damn perfect for dazango-- I actually SCREECHED when I opened my spotify to check it.

and then as usual for me I went on a 'let's emotionally torture ango sakaguchi' runaway train and... here we are.

I may post this to ao3 once it's been proofread lol THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS I HAD A LOT OF FUN WRITING IT!

probably OOC since it's unbeta'd and i wrote it in two days but ANYWAYS HERE--

dazango x never say die by chvrches ~~

Wasn't it gonna be fun and wasn't it gonna be new?

Wasn't it gonna be different and wasn't it gonna be true?

Didn't you say that? Didn't you say that?

Weren't you gonna be sorry and weren't you gonna be pure?

Weren't we gonna be honest and weren't we gonna be more?

Didn't you say that? Didn't you say that?

All you want is to play at playing God

But I'm falling in and falling out

Never, never, never ever

Never ever, ever say die

“You lied to me.”

It’s not a question. Ango doesn’t ask how he found out – Dazai always knows, somehow or other.

Ango also knows better by now than to make excuses.

“Yes,” he says. “Or rather – obfuscated the truth.”

“They are the same thing,” Dazai says, “When you make your business out of deceit.”

Ango sees his point, but really… it was an inconsequential thing. Sort of.

He’d told Dazai he’d be out of town for a meeting – that much was true. He’d neglected to mention that it was overseas, with one of the Port Mafia’s subsidiaries in Hong Kong.

What does it matter? Dazai is years out of the mafia. His dealings with them, and for the most part Ango’s as well, are a thing that lives only in memory, steeping silently in regret and anger all the while.

It’s not any of Dazai’s business, what Ango does for work. Shouldn’t be anyone’s business, given the layers and layers of secrecy involved. 

It was just a meeting. Surface level intelligence gathering, that was all – no deals, no tricks, no subterfuge.

Dazai’s been four years out of the mafia, it’s true, but his eyes, right now – they carry that same cold steel as back then, the bite of a bullet, the only light therein the flash of a gun’s muzzle.

He is angry.

“I know that we have… a certain arrangement,” Ango says carefully. He doesn’t really know what to call it, the thing that exists so nebulously between he and Dazai. The two of them meet somewhere at a crossroads of misplaced trust and hotel bedsheets and guilty mouths and festering, rotted bitterness. “But my work is my work. It is separate from… what goes on between us.”

Dazai touches his cheek, the gentleness a startling counterpoint to the violence in his eyes, and Ango leans into it, a flower to the sun. It’s perhaps a little pathetic, the way he still takes in every scrap of affection from Dazai like a starving street dog begging for food, the way he craves it and hates himself for craving it. He doesn’t deserve it. He’s worked so hard to earn forgiveness and he still doesn’t deserve it.

“You promised me,” Dazai says softly, the thrum of his anger a quiet undertone, a subtle purr, a getaway car’s engine. “When we began this whole thing – that you would be transparent with me.”

“I am,” Ango insists, “To the best of my ability. You must know, with my work, that there are certain things that I cannot tell you. That I am honour-bound to secrecy.”

“Honour-bound?” Dazai’s low laughter causes something deep in Ango’s belly to burn, shameful, like a brand. “What honour can you say you have left?”

That’s cruel. Unnecessarily cruel, and it's not even wholly true. Ango wants to tell him so, to make him feel the same remorse – he knows it’s not possible, Dazai does not concern himself with guilt and he has never once looked for redemption – but even so, didn’t they cast this aside, when Dazai gave Ango the keys to his heart? Doesn’t Dazai love him, even a little bit?

He doesn’t have an answer to that. And he knows, of course, that he is without honour, without pride, so he stays silent.

“You promised me,” Dazai says again, and – is his voice cracking?

Ango hardly understands it at first. The emotion that has poisoned Dazai’s very veins ever since the Mimic incident – it has always been anger, cold and vicious and calm, murderous intent behind a blithe smile. Toxin in the blood, flowing downstream.

Ango has never once seen Dazai with sadness in his eyes.

“I really thought, this time – this time it would be different. You promised – ”

He is only repeating the same words, over and over, almost like a naïve child who is feeling the unfairness of heartbreak for the very first time. It doesn’t make sense. Dazai is not –

But then. Dazai had been merely eighteen, the first time. A boy, really. No matter how boldly he had worn the heavy black mantle of a mafia executive, that was all he had been, in the heart of him. A boy, who lost his best friend.

Four years down the line, he had only wanted something real to believe in. Something solid and honest and true.

And Ango had – once again – betrayed that fragile trust.

He can feel everything he's worked for, over the last four years, every time he’s put his life or his job or his self-respect on the line for Dazai, to crudely shape himself into something that might be worthy of forgiveness, of love, slipping away all too fast – sand into the bottom of an hourglass.

But it's different this time. It has to be.

He slips his hand into Dazai’s, where it had been resting at his side, and tries to curl their fingers together.

“Dazai,” Ango says, “I – it means nothing, I know. But for what it’s worth – I’m sorry.”

Dazai’s hand remains still and unmoving.

“I knew you would be angry,” Ango keeps trying, all the same. “That I had had dealings with the Port Mafia again, even indirectly. I knew that you would question me about it and that there would be certain answers I could not give, even to you. I wasn’t…” He takes a deep breath, here, the flinch before the inevitable pain of the honesty. “I wasn’t prepared for that conversation. And so I avoided it, like a coward. You are right to be angry. I do not blame you for that.”

Dazai stays silent. Ango isn't sure if there's a light of hope in his eyes or if it's the shine of unshed tears. Somehow he isn't as shocked by the idea of Dazai crying as he perhaps ought to be.

So many people think of Dazai as a cold machine, especially anyone who knew him in the mafia, but Dazai feels. Of course he does. That's Ango's whole issue. It’s only that... well. Used to being on the receiving end of nothing but Dazai's anger, his petty bitterness, Ango had allowed himself to forget that the man is capable of so much more.

“I did promise you that I would do better by you this time, when we began this,” Ango says, “And I… didn’t wholly live up to that, I don’t think. We should have had a conversation about that meeting. I should have known it would hurt you.”

Dazai shakes his head. “You find it too easy to fake it, still. Am I wrong?”

Ango sighs. Lets his shoulders drop heavily. “Maybe. Are you a saint, yourself? Do you ever drop your masks around your new agency friends? Do they know how many you’ve killed?”

Dazai is quiet for a moment. Ango wonders if he’s struck too deep of a nerve, if those tears are still stinging in Dazai’s half-lidded eyes. He does not let go of Dazai’s stubborn hand.

“I also swore to you that I would be better,” Dazai says hoarsely, “That I would let my anger lie, in the interest of building something new.”

Ango runs his thumb over Dazai’s bony knuckles. “That you did.”

Slowly, ever so slowly, Dazai’s fingers intersect with his.

Ango gives Dazai’s hand a tentative squeeze, as gentle as though his very bones were glass.

“That's exactly why I'm talking to you right now,” Dazai continues, “And not making arrangements for a bomb hoax at your apartment block.”

“Am I supposed to thank you for that?” Ango remarks dryly. To his quiet delight, that makes Dazai giggle. His eyes squeeze tightly shut when he laughs, and the tears gather in the wrinkle of skin at the corners.

“There's my Ango,” Dazai says softly, and oh, god, lovingly. It makes Ango dizzy.

It's confusing.

“What... what do you mean by that?”

“Well,” Dazai says, “Before you insisted on torturing yourself every time you looked at my face – and believe me, I know I pushed you into it, you don't need to remind me – you were quite unashamedly funny with me, in a disparaging sort of way. I'd missed that wit.” 

“Disparaging?” Ango remembers what Dazai means. Oda would meet Dazai's weirdness head on, and Ango was always the foil for their antics, the one who played it straight. None of it feels real, now. If not for Dazai standing in front of him with the same shared memory, Ango could be convinced it was only something he saw in some tragic play, and not something that he lived. It hurts to remember, still, a broken bone that healed wrong and aches in the cold. “You... liked that?”

“Was it really not obvious at the time?” Dazai's expression turns genuinely thoughtful. “You and he were the breath of fresh air I needed. My reality check when I was at my most insane. I thought it was clear that I worshipped you both.”

Ango suddenly finds it very hard to swallow. “No,” he says, with some difficulty, “I only recall seeing... how you felt for him. And... my own guilt, I think. Whenever you smiled at me I only thought of how I'd have to leave you.”

Neither of them can say his name out loud, even now. They tiptoe around the borders of grief, trying to grow something new from the rot within. Flowers pushing through cold concrete in an abandoned lot. 

“You have always held me at arm's length, haven't you?” Dazai says. Ango can't run away from that accusation, not when he's this close, this tangled up with him.

“I suppose I have,” Ango replies, a touch breathless.

Dazai closes what little distance is left between them and presses their foreheads together, cupping Ango's face with his free hand. Dazai has grown taller, Ango notices, and he has to look up now to see into those pretty dark eyes.

“You can let me in, you know,” Dazai tells him. “For fuck's sake, I gave you my heart, didn't I? Literally. I trust you. I hate that I do, I hate that I still need you, but you have to let yourself need me too or this all falls apart.”

“I do need you,” Ango cries out, squeezing Dazai's hand tighter this time. “I need you too much, that's the problem. I'm...” God, he feels flayed raw by all this. It's too much honesty for two men who make their living in lies. “I'm too afraid of losing you, after everything I've done.”

“Then stop pushing me away,” Dazai says. “Just because – what, you think you aren’t deserving of my affection? Because you’re afraid of the intimacy of letting me see the real you? Forget all that, just forget it.” He drops Ango’s hand and grabs his face with both hands. Deliriously, Ango notes the way Dazai’s smallest finger reaches all the way around to the back of his neck. Had his hands always been so big? “Listen. I know I can be… difficult. I know I can be an asshole. But just – let me have you, you fucker. And let me keep you.”

Let me keep you. Those words set something wild loose in Ango’s heart, something that flails and scratches and stings.

You could have this, it wails, rattling the bars of his ribcage. He wants you to stay.

“Dazai,” Ango says, softly. He tilts his head, leaning into Dazai’s touch. He can’t always tell when the man is being sincere – Oda had a knack for it that Ango never quite grasped – but he drops his pretences often enough around Ango now that he thinks he’s starting to see through them. “Don’t be cruel. Are you teasing me?”

“No,” Dazai answers, looking straight into Ango’s eyes, and the truth in it is so clear that it burns; like lake ice in your palm, a shot of vodka in your throat.

Ango feels it prickle in his skin, his hair, his tongue. He reaches up to curl his hand around Dazai’s wrist, feels the rough gauze of bandages under his fingertips.

Dazai’s lips part to take a breath – and Ango kisses him.

Sharing kisses is not new to them, of course. They began their quiet affair shortly before Dazai’s stint in prison, and continued it without pause after he got out. They have exchanged many kisses, spent many nights in each other’s embrace, but this – this is softer.

Pure, somehow, if that were something either of them were allowed to be.

Dazai pulls Ango closer, arms enfolding him, and Ango falls deeper into it, his hands circling around Dazai’s slim waist, his pretty waist –

It’s a lot. Ango starts to pull away first, still a little unsure, offering Dazai the space to back out.

Dazai, though, drags him back in, hands tangling in his hair, an unequivocal I want you. It’d be kind of an asshole move in any other scenario, but much like most things Dazai does nowadays, it’s an asshole move for the greater good, which means it’s allowed to fly.

Ango spreads his hands flat against Dazai’s chest, as though he means to push him away but knows he won’t. This embrace is all-encompassing, safe in its completeness, Dazai’s tongue tracing the edges of Ango’s teeth; his older, stronger hands cradling Ango’s head.

Dazai’s chest is broader, now, too, than Ango ever remembers it being back then – not that he’d held Dazai like this, in those days. He’d kept him at arm’s length, just like Dazai had said.

Not now. Not this time. Trial and error and trial and error and trial and fucking error it may take, but god damn it, Ango wants to make this work. For the sake of whatever shared legacy the two of them have left, and whatever shared future they might be able to build with the sheer force of this kiss.

Dazai is kissing him so hungrily, so fervently, and in the harsh press of his lips and hands Ango feels a sort of mirror image, the same stubborn need that burns in his own heart.

As soon as I want something it is lost to me? Not this time. Not again.

When they finally draw apart, it’s as one, in a single-minded and mutual exhale of breath.

They’re nose to nose. Dazai’s dark eyes are the colour of whiskey on a polished oak bar.

Kisses aren’t new to them – but kisses that feel like a promise? Kisses that are warm and genuine and offered up in totality alongside a bared soul?

Ango’s heartbeat hums in his throat, behind his soft, wry smile. “Does this mean you’re thinking of forgiving me?”

“Forgiving you?” Dazai almost laughs. “Forgiveness is… complicated. It’s not something I put much stock in, anyway.”

“Then what do you put stock in?”

“The now,” Dazai answers simply. “The present moment, and the people in it.”

“How can you?” Ango says, forlornly. It’s halfway between an accusation and a plea for understanding. How, when our past is such an all-swallowing shadow, the mire that we pushed through to make ourselves who we are?

“Don’t misunderstand me,” Dazai says quickly. “I do not forget. I refuse to. I remember the way things were, and the way they ended.”

Something in the sharp and stubborn way he says it… maybe Dazai, too, is beginning to lose the edges of the memories to time. How, exactly, did Oda’s hair fall in his face again? Ango recalls that his voice sounded different after an hour in a smoky bar, but was it deeper? Scratchier? The details are indistinct, a photograph half-developed, like trying to find the shape of the horizon with the sun in your eyes.

 I do not forget. Even now, Dazai is lying, in a way. But it’s a small lie, one Ango will allow him to keep; to hold close in the secretive dark.

“Still,” Dazai says. He takes a breath in, and seems to centre himself again. He doesn’t bother with the happy-go-lucky fake smile, the one that barely even hides the outline of his pain, a thin veneer of paint over scratches in the walls. He knows that Ango knows that he hurts. “You know, I always think it’s bullshit when someone says oh, but it’s what they would have wanted. About someone who’s dead. You don’t know that, and you can’t very well ask ‘em. But, I do… very firmly believe… that us, well, trying – trying to make something newer and cleaner and better, and rebuilding it as many times as it takes because hell knows we’re fucked up people but we want to make it as good as we can get it, and it’s not because we feel like we need atonement but because we just… want to. I think…” He has to quietly pause to take a breath, and Ango understands. Sincerity is a weed, a sick and tangled thing that grows too fast. It makes you choke on the truth.

“I think he’d like that,” Dazai says eventually. “Do you… disagree?”

“You really don’t think he’d still resent me?”

“I do not,” Dazai says, and backs up his point with a kiss to Ango’s forehead. “He was not the same as me. He was better with... forgiveness, and things of that ilk; although not perfect - nobody is. But like I say. I don’t know, not for sure. That’s just something you gotta carry with you.”  

Ango huffs a weary sigh, and leans forward, using Dazai’s shoulder to rest his head. “I know,” he says into the lapel of Dazai’s coat. The tan one – Ango knows why he chose that colour. He wonders if anyone else does, or if he alone gets to share that soft and fragile part of Dazai’s soul.

“I know you know,” Dazai replies.

“Don’t be so damn smug.”

“I’m not.” He rolls his eyes. “It wasn’t like that. I meant to say that… you know. I get it.”

“You don’t do guilt,” Ango accuses him.

“Not really.” Dazai’s smile is pained. Not for the first time, Ango wonders if sometimes he wishes he felt more than he does. If he has ever wanted to atone for his crimes, for his brutality. “But I understand it. And I understand… the circumstances of it.”

Ango is still leaning on Dazai’s shoulder, and Dazai has to twist his head sideways to awkwardly press a kiss to Ango’s cheek. It ends up halfway on his ear, but that’s okay. They’re trying.

“You carry your pain,” Dazai says, “And I’ll carry mine. And that way we’re in it together – sort of.”

“Is this your version of empathy?”

Dazai shrugs. The motion half-dislodges Ango’s glasses. “Take it or leave it.”

Ango straightens up, looks Dazai in the eye. “I’ll take it,” he says, “For better or for worse.”

“For better, I hope,” Dazai says in a whisper so soft Ango can’t even be certain he meant to say it out loud.

“Yeah,” Ango says, “I’d like to think we tend towards the better, now.”

Dazai kisses him again, and the softest wingbeats of a fledgling hope start to flutter in his lungs.

Better this time, they said. We’ll do better this time.

[valyrou]

Hi!! Could I request dazai with a weird person? (Ik it's not the term, maybe artistic, maybe something else, weird is the only global term which isn't that wrong). Basically they're extremely drawn by art, notice the most niche and least noticeable things and 'it makes sense in my head sorry' is their daily sentence which leads them to feel alone and not understood. Like this with dazai would be interesting I think (like the dynamic, i cant go on bc its starting to get so long but the whole 'dont feel like a proper human being too' ahhh i cant put the right words). There again- I'm sorry it makes sense for me-

Anyway have a good day and sorry <33

A/n: Hello Anon!! Of course I can do that!! I am working on multiple requests at once, kinda overworking myself with studies and work and on top of that I have finals soon and I should study a bit more.. ANYWAYS I related to this a little too much so I think I know what you mean by „weird person that can’t really describe what they think“ kinda stuff. But this isn’t about me so I HOPE YOU ENJOYYY

Warnings: to lazy to read over this rn so not proof read at all.. ALSO INSPIRED BY „no longer human“ by osamu Dazai lol?? Don’t know why but here we are :) reader doesn’t have a gender aswell, so GN reader

Dazai x Misunderstood! Reader

You couldn’t quite remember how you got to the art gallery with Dazai, but here you stood Infront of an magnificent piece of art. You could see how old it was by the cracks and discoloration, yet the way it was drawn, with such delicacy was as if it was drawn only a few minutes ago to you. The emotions and thought behind it, still visible to your eye. The way the eyes of that women were slightly casted down, the dark colored theme, the way the posture was drawn, everything seemed so right.

That was something everyone could see, yet even the way the clothes hung from her body made an important difference to the picture „Can you see her naked shoulder and the robe that almost seems to be put on lazily?“ you had begun your sentence, „it resembles her innocence and purity, no men could ever touch her..“ your voice got a little dreamier on the end. It took you some seconds to notice that’s Dazai didn’t respond. You immediately got embarrassed „it made sense in my head.. sorry“

You looked to your feet, cursing yourself out for saying such stupid things to him as if he could understand what you were thinking… if he could ever understand how you felt when the art practically screamed for you to tell its story, because you knew no one else could quite think like you. No one could. You were alone in this world that seemed to abandon you. Reject you from society as if you weren’t a human being. As if, the moment you shared a piece of your mind, you were no longer human..

You snapped out of your thoughts as you felt a soft hand on your shoulder „Yea, but also look at her hips, the way her robe curves there.“ he pointed subtly to were he meant, „she also seems tense, as if to say that she knew what the men around think of her.“ impressed you looked up to the tall brunette „You saw that?“ in response, Dazai only chuckled „Of course, you are not the only one that has a unique way to see and think.“ his hand gently squeezing your shoulder

„You are not alone. Not everyone might understand what you are trying to say, but I promise you there are always a hand full of people that do. Don’t push yourself down, see the ups of having a unique way to think, even if you can’t voice it.“ he shot you a cheerful smile and for the first time, you felt accepted. Accepted in this so shallow society you always had claimed not to be a part of.

[knockyasocksoff2022]

Pls reblog for larger sample size. If you read my fics, vote pls, i wnat to know which ones i should devote more time for.

Also there's a RANPOE Guild AU I forgot to put on here, it involves him going with the guild for a short amount of time, nto leaving the ADA entirely.

[tokkinela]

[BSD x Spiderverse AU]

Every single ability user in bsd has their own spider variant, however they can't coexist cuz each universe is only allowed one spider hero. However in spider Atsushi and spider Akutagawa's universe (earth 5541) they're both spider heroes that's because Akutagawa is an anomoly.

Anyways here are potential names of each spider hero and some info (btw each universe works differently unless stated. Each universe has different settings, laws, and structures)

Atsushi as Spider-Tiger: posessing both the abilities of a spider and a tiger he can turn his limbs into tiger limbs just like in the anime but he can't turn into a tiger completely. Because he has both tiger and spider abilities his senses and strength alongside his healing are twice as enhanced than regular spider abilities.

Akutagawa as Spider-Diablo (stupid ass name he picked for himself, thought it sounded cool): He work as a vigilante hero but often times work with Spider-Tiger. He has a sentient cape called rashomon that acts similarly to spider legs. Rashoumon can do almost everything it can do in the anime except use demonic armor (on demand). demonic armors abilities are a whole different story :)

Dazai as Spider-man (or Spider-moron as the locals call him): He's been spiderman longer than anyone else in the bsd cast and boy is he tired. He can no longer k!ll himself because of his spider abilities so he continues to become the citys disaster hero instead. He's been doing a terrible and lazy job at it hence the insulting name, but my guys been through a lot leave him alone.

Chuuya as Spider-Flux: Is a test subject at a government lab facility. He was experimented on and thats how he got his spider abilities mixed with gravity control. His abilities are very faulty and sometimes he cant control it so he has to wear gear that helps him surpress his ability. His powers give him immense powers making him the strongest out of all the cast but through the cost of severe pain. He works for the government against his will as their weapon.

Kyouka as Demon-Silk: Instead of having demon snow she is demon snow. she posesses the powers of demon snow while still being a spider person. She's like a ghost who can disappear and fly, she uses graceful movements as her battle techniques. She uses kunais that she attaches on her web to throw as weapons.

Yosano as Widow of Death: Just like in the anime she has the ability to heal people from the brink of death, but she's also a merciless killer. However in order to heal someome she has to bite them with her spider fangs, her venom is used to heal instead of killing.

Gin as Shadow-Web: In this universe Gin is the one who gets bitten instead of Akutagawa and she becomes Shadow-web a vigilante who works under the shadows and tries to uncover all the dark secrets and criminal organizations in the city. Her webs are made of UV and can cut through anything.

Kenji as The undefeated Spider: He as the usual spider powers but what makes him different is his strength. He's physically stronger than anyone in the spiderverse including Atsushi. And unlike most spider people he's not necessarily a hero who fights bad guys and saves people but instead helps others through their daily life using his strength. He lives in the province where crime rates are low, he occasionally helps beat bad guys in the city and not once was he defeated.

[fyodorirl]

Hello ! , My name is Crow but you can call me: Fyodor or Akechi, I do not mind.

I use he/they/it pronouns and I am currently taken by my amazing boyfriend, I am trans (ftm) and Currently am a Minor - I kin: Fyodor, Akechi, Chuuya, Yusuke, Dazai, Ryuji, Akutagawa, Futaba and poe

I enjoy reading, writing and making edits, my main fandoms rn are persona and bsd - I write fanfics (currently working on one at the moment), I write a lot of fanfics with Chuuya in the main cast, I also write fanfics with rare-pairs (that aren't proships) I enjoy some rarepairs like Fyoya or chuuran, I also use the t slur and the f slut that i can RECLAIM I can take some fanfic req on dynamics and shit like that, As long as if it isn't the whole dynamic is like Abvs3s or anything like that, I will not make fanfics based off of those.

Here is a quick dni list for you all ^_^

Proshippers (Basically people who ship adults x minors [ex: elise x mori]), and just basic dni, people who joke abt harsh topics and havent been through those types of events (like r@p3 or gr00m1ng), people who do not understand tonetages nor use them, RCTA. Oh god, please touch grass if you are a RCTA x3 !!, ppl who make fun of cosplayers - furries or ppl who make gacha club/life videos for fun, ppl who make fun of others for their skin color - their weight - or how they just look, CAT HATERS. smh, how can you hate those silly little creatures..,

I'll probably make shit posts on this page or show off some parts of a fanfic im writing, feel free to dm me or whatever, also--Feel free to check out my rentry!

Rentry: https://rentry.co/Crowsrentry - https://rentry.co/Akechiirlrentry

[kriswantstowrite]

⚜️ Oh women!~ (Featuring a Handful of Simping Non-binaries)

• Chapter 1: As The Snakes Dance Around One Another

• Teen and Up Audiences, NB/NB, Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs) x Original Character

• Summary:

Haru has gone by their whole life acting like an edgy bad kid to survive high school, but with college life beginning, can they finally let their guard down? Alternatively, Dazai Osamu and Haru Nakamura, vengeful non-binary lesbians, swear to take revenge on the each other by sleeping with the most women anyone in their college ever has. Things escalate quickly after that.

• This work has been cross-posted on AO3 under the username KrisWantsToWrite.

[A black and white picture of a hallway leading to an exit, being lot by three lamps.]

What is horror?

Many might say it's the feeling that makes your heart pump faster. And Haru's heart was definitely beating faster, looking at the sight in front of them.

This corner of the school was always poorly lit, never-will-be-fixed broken lamps casting mysterious shadows on the benches right under them.

And someone, sitting on said benches was looking directly at them, like a snake looking back from inside a cave, deciding the best time to leap forward for a lethal sting.

Their eyes looked almost red, looked almost bloody, and that smirk…

Haru's hair was standing up, their heart like a drum, their mouth dry.

Yet they didn't feel horrified in the slightest.

Oh, no, they just felt that this sudden stranger was just really rather…

Attractive.

They both kept the eye contact, the smirk of the stranger non-fading. Was that an invitation to approach, or the weaving of a web? Before Haru could think, they were drawn to the confident aura of the stranger, like a moth drawn to the flame, an angel to a demon, a dandelion to the fire.

And so, the demon speaks first.

"You take hints very well, don't you?" says The Stranger in an intrigued tone, their left hand's long nails tapping gently on their chin one after another.

Their right hand had short nails, however, so no worries there.

That could mean two things: Either they played a stringed instrument with their left hand, or they were a sadist.

Chills went down Haru's back. And despite it, Haru answered in a clear voice: "I’m known to be quite observant~."

"A-h~ Is that so?~~ " Haru could swear that sound can qualify as a moan, and…You see, it was flattering, but not as attractive as the dominant aura.

The stranger seems to have noticed that, because they sit upright, letting their back lean on the bench with an in-control expression.

"Do you want drugs, or are you a little whore?" Haru raises a brow, matching their expression with the stranger’s.

“Is there an option for both?~" The stranger stands up, keeping the eye contact.

Haru is hesitant, unknowing if their actions could be taken back, and yet, lets a smirk burn on their lips. The thrill filling their senses, a sense of courage taking them higher, and Haru lets themselves be taken for once, for another temporary of genuine pride and as their heart pounds, they take a step back, an invite.

The stranger walks around them like a snake crawls around its prey, and it's almost a dance when Haru struts back, the movements calm and beckoning, until their back is against the cold surface of the wall. The stranger follows, the moth and the flame now replaced.

They place one arm next to Haru’s head and Haru looks in the stranger’s brown eyes, so similar to pools of wasted, melted dark chocolate. So devoid of light, tempting Haru to kiss them and see if they can sparkle for mere seconds, even if it's by a fundamentally meaningless lust.

Haru leans their head closer to the stranger’s, knowing well it's out of line, but they have reached the point of too tempting to return. So all they do is whisper: "Isn't it kind of rude? You don't even know my name~." This isn't something an edgy bad kid would ask, not something Haru should say, not in that tone. But they foolishly hope, hope that maybe college is going to be different from High School.

"Oh, but I do~."

"Huh~," Haru says as they tilt their head, closing their eyes.

But whatever they were waiting for, never arrives.

They open their eyes to the smirk of the stranger, tease glinting in the brown eyes, along with something else Haru couldn't quite place.

“What…?” Haru’s brain still foggy, they whisper. Then, they suddenly stand higher, regaining the control they had so foolishly, willingly let go of. “Too afraid to lose your virginity?”

The stranger chuckles. "I doubt that would be as fun as watching your blue-balled expression…Sorry~."

The stranger steps back.

Haru fists their hands, wishing they had a good roasting comment to respond with, but their mind can only go blank, with only dull, white rage, and the heavy gray of disappointment remaining.

“You’ll be even more sorry when I end your fucking life.”

The stranger hums, as if considering it. "That's tempting…but maybe another day." They smile. "See you later~."

“I hope fucking not.”

“Neither of us is that lucky, Nakamura san.”

[myluckymoon]

You had awaken me from my grave. (😈-ada!moon,👠-pm!moon,🌊-hh!moon, 🌟-creator!moon)

By clicking read more you accept that you are reading cannon x oc stuff and my explanations will be long. Still in the works, tw: self harm death, child abuse, religions themes, mention of cheating, body hatred

✍️: 😈- pretty much as a laid back character, most likely scene sleeping. 50 of the fandom views as lazy and does nothing but the other 50 says she does stuff at night and is not lazy and is actually important. Because she is in the main cast of the ada I would think that she is a main character along with ada!Liam.

👠- the simps are everywhere. Some say she relies on her appears to much while others may say she is to similar to chuuya with arabaki. But overall i'd hope that they would like her. In-between, mostly scene with chuuya of pm!Liam. You would see doomsday in action somewhere (don't know were yet)

🌊-overall i'd say pretty well. They'd focus on her extendable hands and feet. I'd say side character because she would be implied when vaggie says Charlie has to talk to Luci for help, you'd see her contact on Charlie's phone, it would say "second mom or fish mom". They would also say how she believed in Charlie and actually tried to help her.

🌟- I would think pretty well but would question why have they not seen her. It would be implied that she is sleeping. She would have a big role considering that she is the creator but would not be seen until much later in the game, There would be books about her to buy, a statue of her in every nation and most if not all characters would have some dialogue about her.

📝: 😈- Her story is already on my blog, but I will give you a quick rundown, moon's birth parents were killed and her favorite aunt was killed in battle, so she only had Liam left, her other aunt, uncle and cousin were assholes to her because she is a demon, Liam was only who would help her, at the age of 16 they both fled to Yokohama (they were originally in Italy) Both were adopted by Fukuzawa. Moon originally avoided dazai when he first came to the agency because he reacked of sin, but over time they began to trust each other. Moon basically adopted atsushi,Kenji and kyoka. Ranpo and Moon are like siblings as well as Ranpo and Ada!Liam. The twins would first be scene in episode one at the end.

👠- her story is on my blog but she would first be scene when Dazai got captured by the pm. It would be in-between when aku meet him and Chuuya. Moon would say "look what the cat dragged in...". It would give Dazai a another rival-ish. Pm!Liam would hate his guts.

🌊- you would most likely not see her story until later but it would be implied that she is afraid that once Lilith returns she would lose her husband. She would be mentioned couple times by the v's and the hotel crew. But she would appear along side Luci when he went to the hotel. The bond between Lucifer and Charlie would be slightly better and Charlie would be close to her (platonically).

🌟- I can't tell the whole story (saving that for a fic) but in this au the gnosis's are actually the ancient gods heart's. The traveler would feel a connection to the creator and want to meet them, but piamom would say that they haven't seen the great corruption war. All the archons would say something about the creator, that they haven't met them but know that they deserve nothing but the best. Subtle hints that the creator is in the desert in sumaru. So the travel's goal would be to find the creator to ask them.

🤪: 😈-The fact that she is a demon, kinda of a tsundere and sleeps alot (also that Ada!Liam is the exact opposite of her)

👠- The fact that she has a body similar to Jessica rabbit. And that chuuya is basically Roger rabbit. (aka a head over heels for her) The height difference, and that with a couple sweet words and kisses he becomes putty in her hands.

🌊- can't stand modern slang. Lucifer and her are like Morticia Addams and Gomez Addams.

🌟- that most people (of age) are in love with her, she once had a war harem, and will probably get another one.

🥰: 😈- that she is like a mother to the children and atsushi.

👠- that she doesn't really on her looks, she understands chuuya and was there for him.

🌊- helped Lucifer and Charlie after Lilith left.

🌟- she will most likely help the traveler, and give actual answers.

😡: 😈- lazy, does nothing for the plot.

👠- Jessica rabbit knock off, only liked because of her looks.

🌊- She isn't that original. Just a replacement for Lilith.

🌟- overpowered, Mary sue.

👯: 😈- bram. And I will not change my mind

👠- Chuuya. They can relate on having been abandoned, and not being human.

🌊- Camilla carmine( sorry if I spelled it wrong)

🌟- the traveler.

🌦️:😈- both. Fluff for taking naps together, walking in the moon light. Angst for dazai if she dies or the other way around. Angst for kunikida of him finding his ideal woman and leaving moon behind. Hurt/comfort for dazai would be him stoping her from trying to cut out her demonic marks on her body, telling her that she is not evil or a monster because she is a demon. Or moon breaking dazai's facaude and letting him cry on her shoulder while she comforts him telling him that he deserves good things and it's not fault for oda's death. Kunikida fluff would be him telling her she is his ideal woman. Hurt/comfort would be moon telling him that it's not his fault for the child's death (cannibal arc).

👠- mostly fluff but some angst. It would just be them being wholesome together. Like Moon and Chuuya baking together. The angst would be chuuya thinking he is only a replacement for dazai. That she is only with him to fill the hole that he left in her, that she doesn't actually love him.

🌊- mix, the fluff would be them doing wholesome things together. The angst would be moon thinking that she is only there until Lilith returns and then he will leave her. Hurt/comfort would be Luci comforting moon after she had a nightmare of her death, or Moon reassuring Luci that she loves him.

🌟- the thing is...Most of the playable characters in genshin (of age) will be a love interest. So a mix.

🏷️: 😈- moozai/bandageddemon. Kunioon/sleepingideals.

👠- Moouya/ rosewine

🌊- mooncifer/ aquaticapple

🌟- 👁️👄👁️. Creators harem?

❤️: 😈- I'd say moozai would be rather common. But kunioon might be a rare pair.

👠- very common.

🌊- I'd say rather common

🌟- once again.....she has a harem but I'd say the most common ships would be Moon x aether or moon x orini.

💞: 😈- I could see her being shipped with yasono and Chuuya. Yasono because people like making gay ships and Chuuya because they both are not human.

👠- Dazai, Kunikida. Dazai because they are exes and kunikida because they both find dazai annoying.

🌊- Lilith, alastor, Adam, maybe lute. Lilith because people love making gay ships.

🌟- I'm not saying it again

☕: 😈- Sleeping together (wholesome. Get your mind out of the gutter) dazai pissing of Liam because he thinks it's funny. People being assholes to moon because she is a demon and dazai and Liam team up to scare the everliving shit out of them. Dazai cuddling with moon in the office while Liam and kunikida try to get him to do his work. Dazai making excuse to not go to work because moon is sleeping on his chest and he doesn't want to wake her

👠- moon having to flirt with someone to get info and Chuuya getting all jealous. Moon and Chuuya dancing in the living room. They go on a mission together and kick ass. Liam calling chuuya short and moon smacking him.

🌊- baking together. Someone tries to kill Moon but fails and Luci goes ape shit.

🌟- moon and aether have a walk in her garden. Moon and aether having some relaxing before orini interrupts.

‘Imagine Your S/I Was Canon…’ Self-Ship Asks

✍️: Overall, how does the fandom trait you? Are you a beloved character, or hated? Are you popular, or a minor side character? Anything in between?

📝: How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

🤪: What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?

🥰: How would someone who loved you portray you?

😡: How would someone who hated you portray you?

👯: What canon character are you most similar to?

🌦️: Would you be accompanied by mostly fluff or angst fanfics? Both? Explain why.

🏷️: What is you and your f/o’s ship name?

❤️: How popular is you x your f/o? Are you a rarepair?

💞: Aside from with your f/o, who else would you commonly be shipped with? Why?

☕️: What are the most common plots of shipping fics between you and your f/o?

🛌: What tropes show up in fics involving your ship?

🪐: What would be your most popular AU and why?

💘: Why would people love your ship? Why would people dislike your ship? How might it start debates?

🙈: Why would your ship be thought of as cute/fluffy? Why would your ship be considered problematic?

🎞️: What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?

💌: How would your dynamic be portrayed? What might people focus on most? Any misconceptions?

👀: How does your ship with your f/o influence both of your characterisations and the world? Would there be any interesting metas written about your dynamic?

[trickofthelight-snow]

//concept for my bsd X kny au!!!!

We know that when upper moon Demons and Muzan Kibutsuji's blood get into the wounds of humans; those humans are turned into demons. But what happens when humans wounds are tainted by the blood of unranked demons?

Similarly to when humans transform into demons, the human body mutates. But the transformation is minute, hardly noticeable, physical changes are only visible on rare occasions. And in the time of Demon slayer, these people were classed as demons and killed, and in modern times they were just considered freaks of nature.

These changes in humans bodies reached the level of their DNA. It changed their genetics, and blood cells and they were completely clueless about it. They then carried a gene which was what caused the whole Demon transformation, but there was never enough of this gene to fully change one into a Demon.

Its hereditary, and each generation was born with it. The gene could even be passed through blood transfusions, which is how it spread across the world.

As its passed down, the gene mutates. And so, some children are born with the gene that triggers a blood Demon art. And some manage to utilise this gene, and the only Demonic trait that they have is a Blood Demon Art: more commonly known as an ability. This gene activates an ability when the person with it undergoes severe distress. Whether this is physical, or mental.

The main character of this au is Junichiro Tanizaki.

He's on a normal job on a normal day, trying to catch a pesky ability user. This ability user transports people to God knows where, and with Dazai incapable to go on the mission, Junichiro with Light Snow is the next best thing. Unfortunately, he does not succeed in his mission.

He is sent somewhere far, far away by the ability user.

To the Taisho period, in fact.He's left in the forest, with nothing but his bag and a book about demons from Naomi's friend. And he's left to fend for himself in a Demon filled forest.

Also, he'll meet the kny cast and realise that they look familiar.... probably because he knows their reincarnations.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

hi, I was wondering if I could possibly request some crack with chuuya and a reader who's the same height as him. whether the reader be a teen or adult doesn't matter, I just want to see dazai make fun of the two of them for being short.

When you are the same height as Chuuya

Self-Aware! Platonic! Chuuya Nakahara x GN! Short! Teen! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic Dazai Osamu

Description: They heard your voice when they were in their world. They always wondered, how you looked like. Today, they will get into your world. Today, they finally will see you.

Warning: OOC, Platonic. English is my second language.

The moment has finally come. The day they were waiting for. Portal was ready. Just in a few moments, they will finally get to real world. They will finally see Their Guiding Light.

They knew few things about Their Guiding Light. Their name was [Y/N]. They were a teen and their parents were working abroad. They were getting checks from their parents every month. Their Guiding Light were looking after the house, doing chores, paying taxes, going to school and looking after themselves. There were adult relatives in the picture, but only when [Y/N] need a sigh on permission.

They knew what kind of person Their Guiding Light were. Today, they will finally learn, what Their Guiding Light look like.

Portal start working.

Bright light filled the room.

In the next moment, BSD Cast left their world and appeared in the real world. Right before Their Guiding Light.

_________

When your phone's screen suddenly start glowing white, you got startled and fell down on the floor.

So, you met BSD Cast while sitting on the floor.

For the next few minutes you were blinking like an owl, while Fukuzawa Yukichi gave a whole speech about self-awareness, their gratitude and you being Their Guiding Light.

When he finished talking, everyone finally noticed, that you were still sitting on the floor. Chuuya chuckled, carefully picked you up and put you on back on your feet.

"Okay, let's have a proper introduction."

With Chuuya Nakahara standing near you, everyone saw, that you two were the same height.

Osamu Dazai was grateful to you. For been near him during the darkest moment of his life, for treating him like a human, for bringing Oda back. He spent hours thinking, what he will say to you, when you finally met face to face. But all these preparations were destroyed. The chance was too good to be true.

Dazai took a step forward and bend to your level.

"Where is the rest of you? Or will you and hat rack, over here, morph into a one big adult?"

And that's how you and Chuuya formed a brother-sister alliance against Dazai.

________

Dazai didn't stop with teasing you two.

____________

You were having a chat with Kunikida, while Aya, Q, Elise, Katsumi, Kousuke, Sakura, Shinji and Yu were watching 'The Lion King' in the background. The first iconic scene with the rising sun has begun.

"So, to solve this math exercise I should do this, right?" you showed Kunikida your notes. Kunikida quickly scanned through them and nodded.

"Yes, very good. Now, try to solve it."

You two didn't pay attention to your surroundings and kids were too interested in a cartoon, that no one noticed Dazai, sneaking up to you.

The cartoon continued.

Rafiki raised Simba above his head.

The same moment, Dazai picked you up and raised you above the floor as high as he can.

Dazai started to sing-a-long.

"It's the circle of life. And it moves us all~"

Kids were having a hard time looking at you and Dazai on one side of the room and a TV screen with cartoon on it on the other side.

When the title screen finally appeared, Dazai put you down.

He ruffled your hair.

"Thanks for been a great Simba, [Y/N]!"

Before Kunikida and you can react, Dazai left the room.

You grumble and hide your face in your hands.

Kunikida looked at you with pity.

"If it makes things easier, he tried to do the same thing with Chuuya, back in the app."

You two heard the sounds of fighting and familiar 'Damn Blue Mackerel!'.

Kunikida adjusted his glasses.

"And that's exactly how it ended last time."

__________

You were in a bad mood.

The cereal you planned to have for breakfast were put on the top of the shelf.

You could swear you heard Dazai's laughter. Despite the fact that Dazai left fifteen minutes ago to get groceries.

You were almost ready to go grab a chair, when you felt two gloved hands on your shoulders. You felt, that you became lighter and start slowly levitate towards the top of the shelf.

Dazai loved putting your stuff on the top of the shelves. But, you gave Dazai some credit, he never moved really important staff or fragile things out of your reach.

You quickly grabbed flakes.

Slowly, you were back on the ground.

And gloved hands never left.

Chuuya always keep contact with you when he was doing it.

You turned to Chuuya and smiled.

"Thank you, Chuuya."

Chuuya grinned in return.

"Don't mention, [Y/N]. You knew, that you can always ask me to help deal with vegatoid's pranks."

You let out a small laugh. You remembered, how one time Dazai walked on you and saw, how exactly you were getting back things he put on the top.

That day you heard joke about morphing in one adult six more times. And at least seven times, Dazai joked about you sitting on Chuuya's shoulders and wearing a coat, so you two can ride a roller coaster for adults when you visit an amusement park.

_________

"Don't interfere, you pipsqueak! Or I will squish you like a grape!"

You got that message (and a few more threats) from your classmate. They were harassing younger students, and you promised to tell teachers, if they didn't stop.

That's why they start sending you threats. And mocking you about your height. You were in the middle of writing a letter to the teacher, explaining, what your classmate were doing, when Dazai snatched your phone.

You looked at him, expecting teasing and him holding your phone above your head, but, instead, Dazai was silent. He was reading messages your classmate sent you.

Chuuya was ready to grab your phone back, when Dazai almost shoved it in his face, forcing Chuuya to read the messages.

For a few moments, Dazai and Chuuya were quiet. Then Chuuya turned around and marched towards the front door. He was mumbling.

"I won't let anyone threat my sibling!"

Dazai returned your phone to you.

"No one dares to threat you, [Y/N]. Moreover..."

Dazai grinned and put his elbow on your head, using it as an armrest.

"You are my pipsqueak! I am the only one who is allowed to tease you!"

With that, Dazai followed after Chuuya.

You sighed.

Even if teachers couldn't do anything, the classmate won't ever forget their encounter with your two brothers.

[retroaria]

Hello! I am goober! It’s nice to meet you! I liked your Dazai fic, can i have a NSFW Dazai x reader, where reader is a bit….bratty? (Idk what to call it😭)

If not that is alright, thank you for your service, and i plan on continuing to read you in the mere future!~

brat tamer!Dazai ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹

a/n: afab/fem!reader!!! I’ve never written a bratty reader before and I am new to nsfw as a whole so I tried my best, hope you like it and thank you so so much for the request 🥹

“Why is that I’ve been getting the silent treatment all day? Come on bella, tell me what you want.” Dazai’s words seemed to fly through your hot ears straight down to your weeping cunt. A feverish whimper rang past your closed lips, enticing him to push you even further.

“Is it because I ignored you last night, when you were curled up on the bed with your hands between your legs? You don’t expect me to dote on your every need, do you darling? You seemed to be handling it yourself just fine.” All you could do was shiver under his touch as he read you to filth. You wanted to push him off you, stop his wandering hands in their tracks and make him feel the same way you felt last night. You knew it would get you the reaction you wanted based on the growing bulge in his slacks, which he had pressed firmly against your thigh.

However, your body was betraying you. Your arms fell limp at your sides and your legs began a steady tremble. No matter how badly you wanted to punish him for punishing you, you’d always fall victim to his undeniable control over your body. The kind of control that he could solidify with a single touch, every. single. time. The only thing you could control was the noises you made, refusing to open your mouth and give him any satisfaction.

His hands finally made their way down to the hem of your pants, slipping past them with ease and tracing light circles over your clothed clit. He took a moment to pull the waistband back, catching a glimpse of the panties you had on. “Light blue lace, this must’ve been for me, hmm?” You didn’t move an inch, didn’t make a single sound, and you could see the bothered look begin to creep over his features.

In one swift motion he pulled your panties to the side and sunk two of his slender fingers past your entrance. “Fine, is this what you wanted?” He growled into the wet spots he was leaving against your neck.

“Hardly, is this t-the best you could do?” You said in a teasing tone, desperately holding back the moans caught in the back of your throat. Before you knew it his fingers retracted from your achy hole, both hands gripping the hem of your pants before yanking them down. He kept your panties on, he always did when you wore one of his favorites.

Dazai always proved to be stronger than he looked. In moments like these, where he’s pushing you up against the door of your apartment, latching your legs over his shoulders and holding you there effortlessly, you wonder how he keeps such a lanky figure. His grip was firm on your hips, he trusted in the way your legs would instinctively grip him in place between them, stopping you from sliding down the door and pulling him closer to your heat.

His nose ghosted over your clit as his eyes traced your body all the way up to meet your gaze. “I can do this all day. If you tell me you want it, I’ll give it to you~” he cooed against the flesh of your inner thigh, nibbling softy at the sensitive skin. At this point, your mouth was dry from how in awe you were at his actions, your mind was rambling pleads for more, and your cunt was practically gushing, you couldn’t keep up the act you wanted so desperately to up hold.

“P-please, ‘samu. Mm~ need you, please.” You finally allowed yourself to moan at his touch. Each kiss and lick against your thigh, inching dangerously close to where you needed him, pulled ravenous whimpers from your throat.

“Hmm? Oh, so you do need me, tell me where baby.” As if your sounds had casted a wave of pure lust upon him, his voice was now low and raspy, his words coming out in a deep groan against you. He wanted this just as much as you did, and although you were upset you didn’t get your way, knowing that was enough.

“Everywhere, need you everywhere, please!” You cried out. And with that he had a change of heart, thrusting your body forward into his and lifting you over to the couch of your living room. He sat you down and kneeled on the ground before you, spreading your legs and pushing your hips into the cushions with his hands. This new position was much more comfortable for both of you, and you knew it meant he intended to be at this for awhile.

His lips attached themselves to your clothed heat, sucking your arousal out of the fabric, admiring how messy you had become for him. He flattened his tongue against your clit and pressed down hard, groaning into you. The gasp that left your lips was almost pornographic and it set him ablaze all over again. He’s hands moved quick to pull your panties down your legs, slipping them off before balling them up in his hand and shoving them in your mouth.

“Hold these for me.” Is all he said before pinning your hips down again and latching his mouth to your cunt. Licking stripes through your folds, twirling his tongue around your clit and entrance every time he passed them. Despite his firm grip on your hips, he let your roll them into his face, meeting you halfway with equal force, letting himself get smothered in your pussy.

He focused his mouth on your clit, sucking and dancing his tongue over it in zig zag patterns. One of his hands removed itself from your sides to sink two fingers into you. Thrusting up on your gummy walls, hitting that sweet spot over and over and over again. It was unbelievable how well Dazai knew your body, he knew exactly where everything was, every little pressure point that made you dizzy underneath him, it was how he showed you that he loved you.

Your first orgasm of the night came quick, as Dazai sucked the life out of your bundle of nerves, grazing his teeth against it every so often just to hear you squeal. His fingers continued their steady pace until he felt you clench around them hard. He repositioned his hand and thrusted them into you rapidly. His mouth still busy sucking your clit as he felt you begin to gush around him, he continued his motions as you rode out your high before pulling his fingers out and making a meal out of your mess. Sucking and lapping up every drop you gave him, but leaving enough behind for another round.

You didn’t even get the chance to catch your breathe before he began attacking your clit once again, relishing in the twitch of your legs and hips from the overstimulation. He parted from you briefly to look up at your face, contorted in red hot pleasure, looking back down at him yearningly.

“Don’t worry dear, I’m just getting started. No need to fight it anymore, just sit back and relax.”

[aqricus]

FROM THE BACK ! — minors dni

♥︎.PAIRING … odasaku x fem! reader

♥︎.SYNOPSIS … @niggette rly got me thinking about odasaku being obsessed with your body and not being shy about it.

♥︎.CONTAINS … afab reader. cunnilingus. oral (fem!receiving). dubcon if you squint. fat pussy appreciation. SEVERELY unedited writing.

♥︎.NOTE … i have nothing to say for myself. but yeah, you’re gonna find typos. ik this isn’t technically a whole fic or anything like what i usually put on masterlists, but i’m tired of it being empty.

for once, it was innocent, a thoughtless decision with no underlying ulterior motive. when you first shimmied into those tiny, grey shorts that cling to your curves like a second skin, you never intended to tease him. never, you promise. but, when odasaku passed by the threshold of your shared bedroom and spotted you sprawled on your stomach on the mattress, one leg mindlessly kicked up to showcase toenails painted a bewitching shade of red while you scrolled aimlessly through your phone, it seemed to be anything but innocuous.

he'd always heard of the devil wearing prada, yet he never understood exactly how foolish of a statement that was until he felt saliva pool on the cusp of his tongue at the sight of your plump pussy lips faintly detailed in the tight material. he swallows once when he notices not a single seam outlined in the fabric. in his mind, the devil doesn't even have the decency to wear panties.

you see, odasaku is a simple man of simple pleasures. he's content swirling a crystalline glass of scotch in his hand and watching the amber liquid slosh lazily against the sides. he's content settling down with his favorite novel and reading it for the umpteenth time. but, above all, he can't name a more enjoyable pastime than calmly suckling on your swollen clit like a pacifier and relishing the way your fat folds swallow up his tongue in a soft, warm embrace that smells and tastes like you.

he doesn't want to startle you, so he announces his presence with a murmured greeting and a gentle hand sweeping up your thigh. the smile you cast over your shoulder is so sweet and disarming that he almost feels guilty when his calloused palm ghosts over the globe of your ass. almost. his hand rubs soothingly over your back, blunt fingernails lacquered with the hardening solution you persuaded him into letting you apply lightly scratching down the thin material of your white, lace camisole. he remembers how thrilled you'd been when he relented; but, he also remembers feeling the heat of your cunt bleeding through your flimsy, little shorts as you straddled him, plush thighs squishing against his own. you'd been so oblivious, eyes all starry as you carefully drew the brush over his nails, completely ignorant to the way his eyes flickered down to the apex of your thighs every time you shifted in his lap. suddenly, as his hand smooths back down your back, he doesn't feel so guilty anymore.

his fingertips snag on the waistband of those stupid, stupid shorts, and you let out the cutest squeak he's heard in his life when he begins tugging the shorts down your legs. your head snaps around, thick lashes fluttering over eyes wide with shock, thighs clenching together automatically in protest.

"oda?" you sputter. "what are you doing?"

god, you're adorable. a small smile graces his lips, and he slowly slides his hand between your thighs. "open up for me." his voice is low, bourbon-dark yet as smooth as honey dripping from a wooden dipper.

"b-but..." regardless, your legs part, granting him access. he's a patient man, you know this. but, you'd be an imbecile not to notice the darkness pooling in his gaze, pitch-black and ravenous enough to completely envelop the soft twinkle usually present in his eyes. as reformed of a man he might be, odasaku is still very much a dangerous member of the mafia, feared even by dazai himself. and, while you don't question that he would die for you, you also don't question the extreme lengths he would go to for the opportunity to drown in your arousal.

still, it's not like you have it within you to object, especially when the feeling of his skilled tongue on your clit never fails to leave you loopy n' euphoric with hearts brimming in your eyes. so, you let him have you, let him shuffle you onto your knees with your chest bowed to the mattress and your ass perked up invitingly. the pillow is cool against your cheek, the satin case slippery beneath your sweat-slicked palms when you bunch the material into your fists in a pathetic attempt at grounding yourself.

you don't even realize how vulnerable and exposed you've made yourself until his strong hands are caressing your ass, the rough touch of the calluses he's amassed from years of wielding firearms sending shivers skittering up your spine. you only get the chance to gasp in realization before his fingers are digging into your plush cheeks to separate them, the cold rush of air that greets the sodden seam of your pussy shocking you to the core. in fact, you aren’t even allowed time to process the temperature change before you feel the warmth of his tongue laving over your folds.

"don't!" you squeal. any attempts to squirm away prove to be in vain, the iron grip sealed around your thighs keeping you locked in place. your cheeks heat up, embarrassment scorching the tips of your ears. "you can't! it's—it's dirty!"

dirty. he's reluctant to release your engorged clit, obsessed with the way it throbs with tacit desire on his tongue. yet, he does, the lean muscle adorning his shoulders rolling as he slowly lifts himself up with a sigh. he watches you bury your face back into the pillow, and he considers your words carefully as he wipes the back of his hand over his lips to smear away the sheen of arousal coating the stubble on his chin. over the course of his life, he's seen, done, and eaten unspeakable things that would make your nose scrunch up in revulsion and your stomach curdle. as a member of the port mafia, dire situations that call for such experiences are to be expected; yet, here you are, trembling like a leaf in the wind and embarrassed because you think such an undignified position is dirty.

for a split second, he considers depositing a glob of saliva directly onto the tight, puckered hole that sits just above your pretty pussy and lapping it up to prove a point; but, he quickly deduces that it would most likely result in an unsatisfactory reaction. you're shy, and you're still exploring the sexual aspect of relationships. if he's going to pull something like that, he wants it to be with your verbal consent, lest you freak out and question your decision to trust him.

instead, he opts for disregarding your warning and continuing his assault on your cunt. he's sloppy, slurping up the slick accumulating between your folds with such vigor that it trickles down his throat from his chin and dampens the collar of his black button-down. greedy, smothering every part of your pussy in attention—craning his neck to suckle hard on your clit until you're keening and twitching your hips back against his face despite your own reservations; warm breath huffing raggedly over your sensitive cunt when he briefly breaks away for air before angling his head up to press his lips against your chubby labia in a fervent french kiss that has your eyes rolling back into your skull; and, even parting your folds with his thumbs so that he can wiggle his tongue as deep into you as possible. he's insatiable, somehow managing to simultaneously fall apart and piece himself back together between your legs.

and, honestly? you can't really complain, and the reason is simple. when you're dripping milky-white down your clit and onto the sheets beneath you while your thighs quake uncontrollably, there's little to complain about.