#ticklish!Dazai

[xolliwritez]

Dazai's Troublesome Day || BSD Tk Fic

Summary: Akutagawa and Atsushi finds out their mentor is ticklish.

A/N: This fic was extremely fun to do!! Thanks to Sakura and Rando for having all these fun headcannons, I've grown in my inspiration to write alot more!! Love you dorks!!

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"GWAH!? DAZAI!" Atsushi shook his mentor, after he'd been trampled on repeatedly, Akutagawa had watched with large owl eye's, not sure in what to do. Dazai had faintly grabbed Atsushi's hand after face planting into the ground and smiled, "I can finally die!" He spoke, making both Atsushi and Akutagawa stare at him, knowing full well he wouldn't.

Dazai then place his face back down, not daring to budge, he was rather stubborn about it, a fake pout on his face that no one could see. Yet he didn't expect Akutagawa to kneel down beside him and start to poke the back of his left hand ribs, making him hide his growing smile against his sleeves.

"Poke poke poke poke.." He said at each poke, Atsushi sweating, "Akutagawa-san, I don't think that's helping.." He said, slightly amused, stiffling a laugh as Akutagawa replied with a confused 'poke poke?'

"Akutaga- wait." He said, listening as he got closer, trying to hear it clearly. "Continue." He said, Akutagawa rolling his eye's as he poked more, Atsushi's smile turning into a wide grin. "Good job, Akutagawa-sa-" "Shut it, Jinko." He gave him a death stare, making the weretiger shiver. "O-Okay then!"

Akutagawa continued, before noticing why Atsushi seemed so smug, Dazai was now shaking his head, his legs daring to twitch at a weak attempt to kick the ground, in hopes it would distract him from laughing. Akutagawa summed them up, before his small, innocent pokes now turned into scribbling, as he squeezed and prodded at their mentors ribs, elicting a snort from the other, his entire body jerking from the newer sensation.

"Oh? Jinko, help me." Akutagawa said, this being a rare time to cooperate with the weretiger, for something so silly. Atsushi's eye's lit up, as joy filled him now, enthusiastically scribbling under Dazai's arm, making him throw his arm's down defensively, turning his face towards them to show how flustered he was. "Ehehe! W-Why so tohohouchy, ahahay?" He tried to tease them, making the two state plainly, as they exchanged looks, smirking down at him. "Is Dazai-san ticklish?" Atsushi asked with a smug tone, making his eye's widden, growing a slight bit more red.

"A-Ahahatsushi! Akutahaga-WA!? AGH!?" He arched, Atsushi was surprised to hear him suddenly grow so desperate, until he looked, chuckling when he found Akutagawa sitting on his lower back, focusing on tickling deep circles at their mentor's hip's, making him snort out loud. "D-Deheath by tickling wahahasn't my plahahan but hehere we are!" He joked, snorting once again when Atsushi turned his arm's into his weretiger form, using the soft pads of the tiger to massage deep ticklish circles into his lower ribs, making him wiggle like a worm out of the earth below.

"BWAH!? EEK! WAHAIT! THAHAY WAS UNEXPEHECTED!" He slammed his fist on the ground desperately, making the two stop, the two got up and bowed apologetically, feeling bad for doing this to someone they looked up to, instead, Dazai placed his hands on their shoulder's, squeezing them reassuringly. "That's.. quite alright." He heaved, giggles still spilling out for a few more, before he grinned at them. "But you definitely could've done better." He shrugged, sighing, "What a shame.." He feigned sadness, before yelping as he felt his wrists be held above his head by Roshomon, the two smirking widely. "You could've just asked if you wanted more." Akutagawa spoke, a evil glint in his eye's.

Needless to say, it's safe to say Dazai hasn't learned any lesson today, as usual.

[corrupted-bandages]

:poke poke poke: :>

S-Stop that!

[annievrse]

it's nice to have a friend

dazai x reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: a slow morning with dazai turns into being late for work. but do you really care? w/c: 0.9k c/w: dazai puts his head under ur shirt but its not sexual, established relationship, ur shorter than dazai, kunikida slander!! (all jokes <3)

"get out of there," you slur, your brain still waking up. the sun warms your face, and you mentally scold dazai for not closing the blinds last night after you fell asleep.

without opening your eyes, you know where dazai lays his head—it's his favourite place. the head-shaped lump under your shirt moves, and you rub your eyes in preparation to open them against the morning light.

dazai presses kisses against your sternum, leaving goosebumps in his wake. "...no," the sound is muffled, but you hear it perfectly. "comfy."

"osamu," you laugh, vision bleary with sleep when you look down at your chest. tufts of brown hair stick out of the neckline of your shirt and tickle your collarbones. dazai has his arms wrapped around your hips, and his legs tangle with yours under the sheets. "we have to go to work."

his hair brushes against your skin when he shakes his head. his hands lay flat on your back and his fingers dance along your spine. you twist your body in an attempt to get away from his ticklish fingers, but dazai holds you tight.

your whines and giggles soothe his aching chest and messy mind. holding you this close is one thing, but being the reason you laugh so freely makes dazai's supposed rotten heart mellow.

"c'mon," you urge, rubbing his bare back. dazai groans. "i'll bandage you up."

your boyfriend slips his head from under your shirt with red cheeks and a bird's nest for hair. then he leans forward to hover over you, his hair falling into his eyes, and you push it back to reveal his forehead.

"i love you," dazai whispers, leaning into your hand on his cheek. you push up on your elbow and kiss him, swallowing the sounds that escape his mouth.

"i will love you if we get to work on time," you fold your lips between your teeth, gauging his reaction. dazai slaps his hand over his chest and falls to the side, his body bouncing off the mattress softly.

"you're terrible. absolutely despicable. i can't believe you've finessed your way into my bed."

rolling your eyes, you turn onto your side to face him. "'samu."

"hm?"

"this is my bed."

dazai lifts his head from the tangle of blankets. "your bed? we both paid for it with the hard-earned cash we get from being better at our jobs than kunikida."

"get up," you scoff, hiding your smile as you swing your legs over the side of the bed. "and don't slander our coworker so early in the morning."

dazai shrugs and lays back down. a bird sitting on the balcony chirps loudly like your personal alarm telling you to hurry up.

brushing your teeth, you make a mental checklist of your work for the day. paperwork, a trip to the police station to obtain a list of suspects for the case you're working on, more paperwork, and—

hands slide around your waist. dazai presses his cheek against the top of your head and you jump from his sudden appearance.

"why are we awake?"

"work."

"ugh."

after rinsing your mouth and washing your face with a man attached to your back, you turn around to face him. dazai's eyes are closed, his hair flopping lazily over his forehead. you feel a twinge of sadness for your boyfriend and sigh. reaching to his side of the sink for the bandage roll, you stretch it out before his eyes.

your hands move deftly, wrapping the white gauze around his torso with accustomed skill. you peck his chest every once in a while, and work efficiently, almost completely covering his body in under two minutes.

"thank you," dazai says, his voice low. he squeezes your hips in gratitude before allowing you to wrap them too. dazai brings your hand to his lips after linking them together, his eyes on you. you look to the floor bashfully.

"if we're late, it's your fault! let's go! move!" dazai declares, running out of the bathroom. the sudden change in his demeanour does little to shock you, but the switch in blame does.

you laugh and shake your head, hurrying to follow him to the closet. bumping into each other, pulling clothes off hangers and snatching shoes from the shelf, you share kisses between you buttoning up his shirt and him tying your tie—you've always been hopeless at it.

you spend a little longer in the bathroom, and dazai goes to the kitchen to shove snacks into your bag. with your hair finally wrangled and brushing out dazai's hair when he's not paying attention, you're ready for work with 30 seconds to spare.

"new record?"

you nod while fixing your earrings and grab the keys from the dish beside the door. "we totally deserve a prize."

dazai pauses in the doorway, his finger on his cupid's bow. "breakfast before we turn up? surely they don't expect us to be on time."

you check your phone for the time and contemplate your schedule again. wow, are you turning into kunikida?

nodding quickly to forget the thought, you grasp his hand and pull him out the door, the lock automatically flicking closed.

"pancakes, here we come!"

[ticklersfics]

hiii your lee!dazai and ler! kunikida fic was marvelous! if you’re still taking requests may i pls request dazai tickling atsushi to cheer him up? thanks☺️

hiii tysm for your kind words!! Ofc!!

Cheer Up!~

(lee!Atsushi & Ler!Dazai)

“Atsushi~ Do this work for me pleasee~” Dazai turned aside to his co-worker. Usually, Atsushi would do it, but today he��s acting a bit… odd? “Sorry Dazai, I can’t.”

“Eh? But you always do it for me!~” “I know, but I’m just feeling a bit.. frustrated.”

As soon as Dazai heard those words coming out of the tigers mouth, he had an idea. He smirked, “Frustrated? You know.. I have a good solution for that!” He slid his chair near to Atsushi. “You do?” Atsushi tilted his head, not knowing what was coming for him..

“Yeah! Let me show you~” Dazai went behind and shot his hands right up to Atsushi’s armpits, “I don’t think that’s necEHESSAHARY!!—“ He shot his arms down. “Dahazahai!! Rehemove your hahands!” He wiggled in his seat. “But I can’t! It’s you who is trapping my arms~”

“Dahazai!!”

“Yes?~ Are you cheered up? Are you gonna do my work?~”

“Wahait! Okahay Okay! Stohop!—“ Atsushi squirmed, just being a giggly mess in his seat. “I’m ahall cheheered up! I’ll dohoo your wohork!” That’s when it finally stopped. “All right! Here you g—!” Dazai’s words were interrupted by someone’s hand slamming onto the table, it was Kunikida’s. “Now, that wont be necessary. Do your own work Dazai.” Kunikida slid the paper back to Dazai, with a smile hinted with anger.

“Kunikida!.. Why didn’t you help me! I was dying out there~” Atsushi whined. Kunikida slid his glasses up, crossing his arms and looked away “I mean.. you did need some cheering up.”

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yeah thats all… sorry its terrible :c

[luvfy0dor]

Soft Touches 'Nd Stuff ♡⁠˖

Warnings; Suggestive, cursing in a/n, I still only write specifically for BSD, my friends suggested characters from other fandoms, so credit to them; @ilovechuuy4 and @yaeeko and others not on tumblr

Description; Sleepy morning affection ;3

Imagine laying in your bed with the sunrise visible through your window, dying the sky a pretty wash of pink, oranges and yellows all blended together. Your boyfriends arms are wrapped around your waist with his head burrowed in the crook of your neck and his chest rising and falling against your back. You mindlessly kept your eyes fixated on the rising sun while you waited for him to wake up, taking deep and steady breaths and basking in the peace and silence. Five minutes passed before you could feel his hand rub from your waist to your thigh and his breath on your neck, making you nearly shiver. "Mm.. goodmorning." He whispered, his voice scratchy from sleep. He momentarily rolled onto his back to stretch, kicking you while he stretched his legs and took on a starfish position. Once he felt physically refreshed, he curled right back up to you and kissed your cheek. "Goodmorning." You reply, reaching back to entangle your hand in his hair. "I had the funniest dream about you, last night.." he whispers with an audible grin, and his hands slide down your tummy to your abdomen. You let out a sigh, feeling his ticklish fingers against your skin. "Yeah? Was it really funny?" You ask, a little skeptical. He laughs under his breath and shakes his head. "Maybe not funny, but definitely fun." He leans forward to kiss along the back of your neck, his fingers hooking around the waist band of your pajama bottoms. "Can I show you what we did?" His voice sent more shivers down your spine, squirming in place and nodding. "Mhm.." you let his hands into your pants, feeling them start to touch you where others never had, and never would so long as he gets a say. His excitement was evident as you grinded your ass against his hips needily. "Perfect. When I'm done with you, you'll be glad I decided to tell you about it, sweetheart."

→ Dazai, Chuuya, Nikolai, Tachihara, I wrote this w/ Fyodor in mind but idrk, Belphie, Mello, Heizou, Kaeya, Tartaglia, Wriothsley, Alhaithem, Oikawa, Gojo, Jean, Gallagher, Blade, Boothill, Sampo, Aventurine, Argenti nd your favs!!

A/n; hey chat sorry for the disappearance!! I had to take the AP World History Exam today!! It wasn't terrible to be quite fair!!! (it wasn't a cold war leq like I desired) (what the fuck was that dbq) (I'm going to kill myself) (not seriously obviously)(update from August chat i got a 5 im so dramatic)

[literatureloverx]

HIII OMG IT'S BEEN A WHILE😊😊(Not really) HOW ARE YOU DOING RN??? I HOPE YOUR FEELING GOOD IF NOT I HOPE THIS MAKE YOU FEEL NICE😘😘♥️♥️

Ah imagine this with me— you reading a book peacefully while dazai lays on your lap. Him staring into you thinking about how much you make him feel so warm inside. You'd notice it after a while and ask what's up and he'll try and say something to change the subject but you'd notice yet still let him. He'd yap about some random things and you'd just nod, brushing his hair with your hand.

Orrr

You just trying to do something whether it's cooking or laundry is up to you. Then he'd come from your back and hug you tightly, whining about how you're so busy why not rest and cuddle with him? You'd patiently deny it and try to continue but he whines more, snuggling into your neck hugging you tighter. His head on your neck made you ticklish and you laugh and try to get him off but he just continue till you can't anymore

Ah imagine that🫠🫠

Oh my gosh, ANON??!! It’s so adorable! ❤️ Thank you so much for sharing this with us! ❤️

By the way, I’d love to be able to distinguish you from other Anons. Would you like to claim an emoji to use? ❤️ Everyone is welcome to do so, and it would really help me keep track of who’s who. I’d be grateful if you did! ❤️

I wrote a short scenario based on it; I hope you like it. 🩵

“My handsome baby is being so whiny…”

He smirks. It’s clearly working.

“Bella!~ You’re always cleaning up when I’m around! Am I not deserving of your affection, my glorious goddess?”

That exaggerated voice is so typical of your boyfriend; it makes you smile softly each time.

“That’s because you don’t let me stay home or anywhere else without you. You drag me wherever you go. When am I supposed to get things done? You’re not helping either—“

Oh, it’s clearly not working.

He whines loudly, making you jump. His teeth gently bite into your neck, causing you to hiss.

“You’re being so mean, doll. You know if there’s one thing I hate, it’s cleaning up.”

“No, I believe it’s work that you hate the most,” you tease.

He makes a wounded noise, emphasizing his hurt feelings. You sigh softly and turn to face your beloved boyfriend, his face pouty and soft for you.

You cup his cheeks gently, a warm smile spreading across your lips. Oh, how you love this man. His warm, chocolate-brown eyes pierce right through your heart every time he gazes at you with such desperation—it feels like both a blessing and a curse.

“Hey, don’t look so upset. I’ll give you all the affection you desire. I just wanted to finish emptying the dishwasher before resting.”

He wins. You know it, and you let him win, as you always do, and he knows that too.

“That’s why you’re mine, Bella!~”

He doesn’t wait any longer, showering you with kisses all over your face, just like you do with him every morning, making you giggle in return.

Soon enough, his warm lips find yours.

All his. Indeed.

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[hollaforlyla]

wondering if you could include ranpo in your caught making out p2 fic, if you do id deeply appreciate it!! <3

consider it done<3

๋࣭ ⭑ caught making out. p2. bsd x reader

p1.

gender: gender neutral

type: short imagine/scenario

characters: ranpo, poe, and yosano<3

warnings: lowercase writing, short, make-out sessions, suggustive writing!!

๋࣭ ⭑ ranpo smirked upon hearing your sentence. "can i have a taste?" you asked, pointing to his candy in his hand. he was seated ontop of a work desk in the middle of the agency. "of this~?" he teased, and with a nod he jumped to his feet. as your hand was out and ready for him to give you the sucker, you felt him take your hand instead, the candies in his mouth. "ranpo-" you suddenly felt his lips connect to yours, his tounge licking your lips. couple seconds of him kissing you felt like hours, but when you felt his tounge push itself into your mouth with the candy now in your mouth, you blushed hard. your face full-on red. he pulled back, grinning at you. "how's it tastle, hm~?" he asked, and you stuttered out a sentence. before he could kiss you again, the sound of someone hitting a wall and a "OW" caused both you and ranpo to turn your heads to see atsushi on the flor rubbing his head, papers scattered all over the place. "ow- uh..." he looked back at you both and chuckled nervously. ranpo looked back at you to see you hide your face into his neck and your arms wrapped around his torso. quickly, atsushi ran out of the room, leaving the papers on the floor. ranpo felt himself blush slightly, but he lept his composure. "well...did it taste good?" he shrugged.

๋࣭ ⭑ poe kissed your lips gently, unsure if what he was doing was correct. he was just wanting to complete his novel, but the way your hips moved on his lap made him...desprate. he messaged his fingers up and down your spine, his hands going into your shirt every now and then. you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, trying your best not to fall with how far he's making you arch your back. giggles escaped your lips when his fingers reached your sides, "ticklish?" he smiled at your nod. he placed his hands on your hips while his lips kissed a sweet spot on your nech he's recently discovered. mid-moan, you covered your mouth whe you heard the door suddenlu open and ranpo's figure caused you to fall onto your ass on the floor, "y-y/n!" poe cried, blushing when he noticed ranpo standing at the door. "weeell~ i was going to read your newest novel, but i can see you have other plans. i will come back later~" ranpo smirked, closing the door as he walked out. poe was speechless, karl sitting on his head as he looked back down at you, "did-did you want to-" "moment as passed, babe."

๋࣭ ⭑ yosano licked her lips, gripping onto your hips and pinned you into the desk of her office. all you did was gently tap her ass as she was looking through files, causing her to almost instantly pin you. "how bold you are, y/n~ tapping my ass like that out of no where..." she licked your neck, wetting it before going in and kissing the living hell out of it. you moaned, arching your back and grabbed her shirt, gripping it tightly. "a-akiko-" you tried your best to not scrunch your neck, causing her to move to your lips. she slid her hands up your shirt, untugging it from your pants and let her hands roam free-"oh nonono, don't mind me.." dazai's voice caused yosano to bite your lip, pulling away from you to look at the man. she removed her hand from your skin and held your shoulders. "d-dazai!" you stutter out, looking at him look for papers by his desk. "just neeeeed, aha! here it is~" he smirked at you two before turning on his heels to leave, "you may continue~ it took a while to notice me in the first place you two could've kept going like i was never here~" yosano grabbed her heel and threw it hard in dazai's direction, however he closed the door in time for the heel to hit the wodden door instead of his face. the woman sighed, attention back to you, "yosano..this bump on my lip wasn't always here.." you whined.

[mah-t-wordblog]

Are you ticklish?

Tickletober day 15

Lee: Chuuya Nakahara

Ler: Osamu Dazai

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Ships: Dazai x Chuuya

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Dazai and Chuuya were cuddling in bed, ready to sleep

“You’re so beautiful, Chuuya” Dazai said

Chuuya rolled his eyes, but inside he was extremely happy

“Shut up”

“Are you embarrassed?” The suicidal man laughed, he grabbed Chuuya tighter and started kissing his neck

“You’re beautiful” the man breathed a little too much on the other’s neck

“Hey-“ Chuuya complained, moving a little

“What’s wrong?” Dazai remained in the same position

“You- nothing”

“Just because I did that?” Dazai blew a little harder on purpose on Chuuya’s neck

“Fuhuck- stop”

“Oh my God, Chuuya, are you ticklish?”

“No! Leave me alone” the redhead tried to get out of the other’s hug, but Dazai got up faster and climbed on top of him

“Chuuya~”

“SHUHUHUT UP!” Chuuya tried to look threatening but anticipated laughter wouldn't let him.

Dazai slowly started to rub his sides against the other's, teasing him as much as possible.

"So you don't feel ticklish..."

Chuuya didn't answer, he just turned his head to the side in protest.

"Tell me, Chuuya~" Dazai quickly put his hands under the other's clothes, making him unable to hold back anymore and start laughing.

"IHIHI HAHAHATEHE YOHOHOHOU"

"It's a lie, everyone knows you love me"

Chuuya couldn't get rid of Dazai at all, not even using his ability (mainly because Dazai nullified it, but also because he couldn't concentrate while feeling ticklish).

So in a desperate attempt to protect himself, he ended up turning his back.

"Oops~ it looks like you're trying to run away from me"

What Chuuya didn't know was that that would be the end of him.

Dazai put his hands under his shirt. and quickly ran his fingers down his back, the redhead screamed

“OSAHAHAHAMUHU”

“Me~ what is it, my love~? I thought you weren't ticklish”

Chuuya was desperately trying to defend himself

“PLEHEHEHEAHASEHE”

“Admit it~”

“OH FUHUHUHUCK”

“Go, Chuuya~”

“IM TIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHISH OK?”

Dazai let go of him, then pulled him to lie on his lap

“Oh my God, you're so cute”

“I hate you”

Dazai chuckled, Chuuya pulled him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him

“Idiot” he said, as his lips brushed against the man he was cursing

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Tickletober 💛💛

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: little things the ikevamp suitors love about you.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: this is kinda to get me back in the writing groove again. i thought this was really cute as i was writing it hehe

napoleon adores your voice, the sweet sound of it carrying in the wind as you cheer him on when he spars. your voice goes higher when you talk to jupiter and lower when you talk to the kids he teaches, and although he’ll never tell you he notices these things, it’ll be evident when you look over at the teasing smirk on his face.

mozart adores the contrast between your klutziness and your grace, he’s caught you swaying to his music when you clean before, now that you two often find yourself sharing the same space. his eyes wander to you as he plays under the guise of making sure you don't slip on the sleek floors and injure yourself...but really, he is enraptured by you.

leonardo adores your lips, even more so when they’re on his own. ever the flirt, he makes sure your lips are always turned upwards in a bashful smile, the one that makes the corners of your eyes crinkle and your cheeks warm up. he touches your cheeks, brushing his fingers along your skin before kissing you, leaving you both smiling.

arthur adores your eyes, the way they’re always trained on him, the way he can see himself reflected in yours and just knows you see yourself in his. he loves how soft they look as they gaze upon him, a hopeless man, a sinner, a weak and helpless person that couldn’t save the ones he wanted to save most. you can still look at him, and that's all he could ever ask from you.

isaac adores your neck and the way it looks when you wear necklaces and different collared shirts and different hairstyles. he finds himself flustered at the thought of pressing his lips to where your neck meets your shoulder, sprinkling the skin with his kisses and dusting it with soft whispers for the both of you to cherish.

vincent adores your smile and the way it makes him happy, too. he loves that you never shy away from your feelings and you aren’t scared of his. you smile when he expresses what he wants, as if him craving and needing and wanting makes you happy, and oh if that’s what it takes to see you beam like you’ll love him forever, vincent will embrace every part of him.

theo loves your arms and how they work hard every day, only to wrap around him at the end of it all. it melts his heart when your head finds itself over his heartbeat, listening to his pulse as you shut your eyes. he’s never felt more weak in the knees in his life. you’ve ruined him, but he doesn’t care just so long as you keep holding him and working hard at his side.

dazai adores your waist and all of the uses it has. he loves kneading the flesh he finds there, making you squeal because those spots may be a bit ticklish. he finds himself placing a hand there as he walks with you, holding you close to his side, just close enough to catch your scent. it’s cheesy when he grabs your waist to lift you into the air, swinging you around in an impromptu dance, but his heart melts with love for you when your hands find themselves over his, keeping him latched onto you.

jean adores how you wake up in the morning, all sleepy and confused. every little noise you make makes his heart skip a beat, and so he captures every single one and places them in the corner of his mind labeled with your name for safekeeping. maybe then, even when you’re gone, he’ll still be able to know you. the heart that pounds so vehemently for you nearly pops out of his chest when you throw an arm over him and snuggle into his chest, a delicate smile on your face.

will adores how you smell when you come out of the shower, all freshened up. the fragrances of all the products you two picked out together waft throughout the villa, and will doesn’t find himself minding that he can smell you everywhere. after all, you’ve left your mark on this place, and furthermore, his heart.

comte adores you for staying by his side, even though he knows it’s hard. he’s been so painfully lonely for most of his life, and even now he doesn’t feel he fits anywhere. but you come along and take him into your arms, gently collecting all of his broken pieces, and you bring him back together with your embrace. this. this is where he belongs. he is certain of it.

sebastian adores your laughter and the way you seem to infect the mansion with it. he hears it ringing in his ears even when you aren’t around, the sweet sound carrying through his memories as he busies himself with chores and thoughts of you. it isn’t easy running an entire mansion, but with you by his side, bumping him with your hip as the two of you wash dishes, he couldn’t be happier.

vlad adores how you love vampires just as much as he loves humans. you have always tried to get him to bridge the gap with comte and trust humans again, and although it's not easy he sees your efforts and he loves you for it. you’re strange for not fearing him, for staying by his side throughout all he has done, but he’s glad for it.

faust adores how you’re so honest. you set boundaries and mean them, you tell people off when they’re encroaching on your space, and you make sure the environment you foster around yourself is as lovely as it can be. it makes him smug, knowing you’re so capable and he’s the one that gets to call you his. 

charles adores your fingertips and the way they map out his body, pressing into his scalp to soothe him and trailing down his back when he wants a hug. you’re always so gentle with him, treating him like he’s precious like he’s loved, and he knows he can never get enough of it. you’re so sweet, indulging him like this. he will never be able to stop loving you.

[amostimprobabledream]

Tastes Like Pepsi Cola (Dazai Osamu x Reader)

Also available on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47860600 When Dazai texts, you go.

That's how it's always been, ever since you met him. With clever words and those beguiling looks of his, he wrapped you up in a web that was so deftly spun you didn't even realise you were in one until it was too late.

Occasionally you'd rebel, leave him on read, ignore the siren call of him, go on dates with other guys, but he always got his way eventually. And the sessions spent after you'd pulled away from him were all the more intense for your resistance, with him making you come over and over until his name was all you could say, rattling around in your brain, carved into every inch of your skull. You'd limp to work the next day with Dazai's teeth marks hidden under your clothing, lovebites all over your neck and breasts, handprints on your ass, thin nail marks on your back and thighs.

Sometimes it was worth it just to rile him up, put a healthy fear of losing your company into him.

If someone asked you to define what you and Dazai were, you'd struggle to define it. Fuck buddies? Lovers? Friends, even? He sure as shit wasn't your husband.

But whatever it was, it was addictive.

That night, when the text came from him, you threw on some clothes hastily - it didn't matter what you wore, really, since Dazai would be unwrapping you like a Christmas present. You did put on some of your nicer underwear, though - you loved the way his eyes lit up at the merest hint of lace or silk and it made you feel good. It didn’t take you long to get to where he lived – so convenient for him that the Armed Detective Agency was literally right around the corner, yet he always managed to be late for work. You shivered under your jacket as you mounted the steps leading to his front door, the night air cool and crisp.

He answered the door before you'd even had a chance to knock - almost like he'd been peering through the peephole, eagerly anticipating your arrival.

"Hello, sweetheart~" He purred, eyes dragging up and down your body.

"Somebody's eager-" you teased, but you barely had time to finish speaking before he pulled you in, hands gripping your hips and effortlessly tugging you over the threshold of his place. The door slammed shut behind you.

His mouth smothered you in kisses, hasty, almost sloppy in his urgency. Not that you minded - even when he wasn't putting in much effort into it, Dazai was a fantastic kisser. His lips were warm, and it only took a little coaxing before you opened your mouth for him, tongue slipping deftly inside. It used to be you didn’t like kissing with tongues, guys before you jamming it in there and scraping it against your teeth, but Dazai’s turned it into an art form. You tried not to think about how much practise he must have had to get that good.

His elegant, long-fingered hands wandered up and down your body, squeezing and caressing and you let out a breathy laugh as his hands ghosted across your stomach. He was fascinated by your ticklishness, had pinned you down and tickled until you'd cried with laughter before. Strong despite his lanky frame.

"Is anything wrong?" you asked, reluctant to kill the mood, but there was something about Dazai's urgency that was mildly alarming. He chuckled against your neck, hot breath washing over your skin.

"Everything's fine, baby." He replied in a sultry purr. And then he said, casual as you please: "I think you need to come sit on my face now."

What?!

You and Dazai had done plenty before, but this was a new one, plus the abruptness of his command took you aback. You stared at him, amazed he could still make you blush.

"What?" you said, mouth hanging open.

Dazai only smiled, tugging you after him into the bedroom. Your feet followed him automatically, heart hammering in your chest.

Of course. Being around Dazai was like a riptide - all you could do was go with the current. “You heard me.” He said, his voice slow and sweet as honey. “I want your thighs either side of my face, and I want to eat you out until you scream.” His crude words combined with his sultry tones were a two-pronged attack – designed to shock, to smash down any guarded or teasing from you might try to put up with the brutal efficiency of a wrecking ball, and enticing enough to draw you in, cleansing you of any knee-jerk embarrassment by reassuring you as bluntly as possible how much he wants this. Your faced flushed, but how could you say no? It wasn’t like Dazai wasn’t very well acquainted with every part of you and denying him things already took an enormous amount of willpower and resolve. Why play coy now? “All right,” you said, swallowing. “Um, we should probably get on the bed, right?” Dazai was all too happy to take the lead, flopping down onto his futon and leisurely arranging himself. You were slower to follow and began cautiously taking off your clothes, aware of Dazai’s hungry gaze on you, taking in each inch of flesh exposed to him like it’s the first time he’s seen it. He loved watching you strip, delighted each time by every curve of your body. Coming from someone with Dazai’s looks, it’s one hell of an ego trip to be so blatantly lusted over, even if it could be overwhelming. “So pretty,” Dazai hummed, words drifting over to you like music as you were down to your bra and panties. “Come here, bella.” You made your way over to him, pulse fluttering. He hadn’t even touched you yet, but your body was responding to his voice. You idly reflected he had you well-trained and you should probably be a bit more concerned about that, but it was hard to fret too much about it when Dazai’s dexterous hands grabbed you by the hips the minute you got close enough and tugged you onto the bed. “Look at you, all nervous.” He chuckled, in a teasing tone that bordered on condescending. “This is a pretty cute side to you, sweetheart.” “Shut up, Dazai.” You muttered, rolling your eyes, and he laughed and brought you down for another kiss. While he had you distracted, his fingers hooked in the sides of your underwear and worked them down your legs. You only noticed when he broke the kiss and suddenly found yourself completely exposed. How did he do that?! “Dazai-“ you said, but even as you spoke he was making short work of your bra too – it was just a comfy sports bra, you hadn’t seen the point in putting something with underwiring on when you’d only be wearing it from point A to B, yet you still felt a note of surprise when Dazai tossed it aside to join the underwear on the ground. “You’re stalling~” Dazai singsonged, his eyes glowing like amber as he smirked up at you, his hands sliding up your torso to cup your breasts, his thumbs skilfully caressing the nipples and they perk up under his ministrations. Your teeth sank into the flesh of your bottom lip and, with Dazai’s encouragement, straddled his pretty face. His hands gripped your thighs to steady you and you paused in an awkward crouch, your haunches already starting to burn. Idly, you reflected that this might make quite a handy workout for your glutes and thighs. You could feel Dazai’s hot breath on your cunt and you fidgeted. Well, this was awkward. “Um, so should I…?” you trailed off. “I don’t want to suffocate you.” “Didn’t you hear me?” Dazai asked, and you jolted at the tone of his voice. His playful chiding his evaporating and now there’s a clear note of command – you internally cursed yourself for finding it hot. “I said, sit down.” “But- “

"Fucking sit down." He growled, holding tightly to your hips. "If I die, I die happy." Oh, fuck me. Obeying him without thinking, you let yourself sink onto him and Dazai moaned as your soft thighs enveloped either side of his face. His hands gripped your flesh, holding you in place, and he got right to work. Your eyes popped open wide. Dazai eating you out was nothing new – he sometime would fling his arms around you, hugging your waist, and sink to his knees begging for a taste of you, like he’d just die if he couldn’t bury his head between your legs right then and there. He’d even used that silver tongue of his to persuade you to let him crawl under your desk at the Armed Detective Agency once or twice – the last time, Kunikida had come over to tell you that you’d dated a document incorrectly while Dazai was sucking your clit and you nearly had a heart attack over nearly getting caught. But that paled in comparison to this – Dazai lapping at your cunt like a man starved, his nose nudging against the front of your groin, wanton moans leaving his mouth, muffled by your flesh. A breathy sound that you’ve never made before left your mouth and your hands grabbed the headboard before you, and you clung to it like driftwood in a shipwreck. “Oh god…” you gasped. “Dazai-!” His tongue thrust into you, and he moaned loudly, your taste hitting him like the first drink on a hot day. It was like devouring a ripe peach and twice as sweet – he was a fan of bitter flavours usually, but the taste of you was enough to drive him into a frenzy. Combine that with your high, keening cries and the way your thighs squeezed his face, it was heaven. His cock was throbbing, straining against his boxers, but Dazai ignored that for now – nothing would distract him from gorging himself on your flavour. “Fuck!”

Your hips thrusted forwards, you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding on him, chasing more of that sensation. You stopped, alarmed that you really might kill him if you keep that up, but Dazai’s palm cracked down firmly on where your thigh and ass meet and you yelped, but bucked forwards again, getting the message pretty clearly, no words needed. Dazai hummed in approval – you took direction so well – and his lips fastened around your clit and sucked, dragging it into his mouth and laving his tongue over it in a way he knew made you squeal. Your thighs clenched either side of him and Dazai keened in response. He wouldn’t stop until you came, until it flooded his mouth – your crotch was already slick with his saliva, but he wasn’t done yet. He playfully smacked your ass again, making you yelp and tug on his hair in retaliation, which sent a bolt of heat shooting down his spine – Dazai was well-versed in the interplay of pleasure and pain and liked springing it on you unexpectedly. Bolstered by his grunt, you did it again and if he could have smiled up at you just then, he would have. Alas, his mouth was thoroughly preoccupied. Little minx. He squeezed your ass enthusiastically as you ground down on his tongue, using the headboard as leverage to move your body up and down – you didn’t want to break his neck, no matter how much of a noble death Dazai would consider that, but fuck it felt good to be on top, demanding pleasure from his mouth and receiving it so enthusiastically. Heat pooled in your belly, spreading through you as the throbbing in your cunt grew more and more pronounced, like a second heartbeat. Dazai’s hands connecting with the flesh of your ass and thighs only encouraged it, little stings of pain serving as a deliciously contrasting sensation to the soaring electric pulse flowing through you. “Oh god, Dazai…just a bit more…” you burbled, nearly incoherent with pleasure, thighs trembling and your legs aching, but you didn’t care, you didn’t care at all, you just want to come. “Fuck, yes, just like that…” He used his tongue to thrust against your inner lips, growling wantonly as he did it, knowing you liked it when he got a little primal, a little feral, and his efforts were rewarded. That sweet, addictive flavour flooded Dazai’s mouth as you came, moans that were downright pornographic filling his bedroom, your voice rising to the ceiling like steam. “Nnn…Dazai-!” It took you a couple of seconds, with your orgasm flooding your brain, sending tingles shooting up and down your body, to remember where you were. When you did, you hurriedly shuffled back and Dazai’s face appeared beneath you, his mouth still shiny. He wiped it on the back of his wrist and smirked up at you. “Good job, baby. I told you you’d like it, didn’t I?” You laughed breathlessly, not sure why he was praising you when he did all the hard work. Still, you combed your fingers through his hair and Dazai leaned into your touch, like a cat, practically butting against your palm. “Yeah, that was…wow.” You said, feeling strangely shy, but Dazai’s smile was warm and reassuring. …That was all for two seconds, until he suddenly grabbed your sides and flipped you, squealing, so that you were on your back beneath him. You giggled wildly, staring up at Dazai as he looked down at you, and the way his pupils were black and shiny told you he hadn’t quite had his fill of you, not yet. “Hold back on the review for just a little longer, darling.” Dazai purred and, as you watched, mesmerised, slipped a thumb into the waistband of his boxers and began to slowly slide them down his hips. “There’s something else I’d like tonight…” ~ The next day, you sat at your desk. When you’d walked into the Armed Detective Agency that morning, it had proven rather tasking on your body – you were still a little knock-kneed from last night. Kunikida even asked you if you’d pulled a muscle. “Yes!” you say, pouncing on the ready-made excuse with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm. “Yes, I-I was moving furniture. I guess I forgot to lift with my knees.” While Kunikida tutted over your shoddy technique and reminded you that if you suddenly had the inexplicable urge to decorate your living room, Kenji would only be too happy to do all the heavy lifting, Ranpo glanced up from his desk. He had his feet kicked up like he was on holiday, a lollipop wedged in his mouth. When Kunikida went to go look for Dazai, who had yet to arrive at work, Ranpo sent you a knowing smirk that made you blush. Don’t tell me he knows! When you sat at your own desk, setting down your morning can of Coke and agitatedly rubbing your lips together, you felt reasonably confident you’d managed to get away with your lie. That was until Ranpo’s teasing lilt floated over to you. “I guess Dazai skipped breakfast this morning, huh?” You glanced at Ranpo, trying to play it cool. “What do you mean?” you asked, and quickly regretted asking when Ranpo’s eyes opened, amused emerald green meeting your flushed face. “Because any breakfast isn’t going to compare…not when he had that kind of midnight snack.” “RANPO!”

[luvfy0dor]

“The Mark They Saw on My Collarbone ♡⁠˖” Osamu Dazai x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; allusions to hickeys, bite marks, loosely proofread

Description; sleepy love bites from Dazai

A/n; AHHHH TYSM FOR 400 💖💖 It means so much to me to have that many people follow me for my writing 🙏🩷 I've met so many sweet people so far and I really wanna continue!! I hope y'all like this! 💝

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Dazai held you on his lap with his arms around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck while you held a book open infront of you. He hadn't moved in a while, so you were under the impression that he had fallen asleep. The feeling of his thumb rubbing against your hip had faded into a meer memory and his breathing had become more shallow. You were about halfway through the novel before you felt any movement from Dazai again, and that was the slight tilt of his head and his teeth sinking into your neck. It made you jump at first, but you quickly got used to the familiar feeling and entangled your fingers in his hair, sighing.

"You can't just bite me out of nowhere." You said, your fingertips gently massaging your boyfriends scalp. He lifts his head and presses a kiss to your neck, sucking on the skin and snaking his hands underneath your shirt. You dropped the book on the table and grabbed his hands through the fabric of your top, giggling at the ticklish feeling of his fingertips against your midsection. He pulls away from your neck after a couple seconds. "Sorry, babe, I can't help it." He mumbles sleepily, blowing over the dark mark he left. "Your skin just tastes so good." He murmurs, his eyes fluttering open. "For real?" You ask, turning around towards him. "Not particularly." He gives you a small smile, taking the opportunity to pull you in for a kiss, nipping at your bottom lip. You fully rotated your body in order to straddle him, only breaking away from his kiss for a few seconds at a time. His fingers traced shapes across the small of your back, lazily drawing small hearts and stars into your flesh.

You pulled away after a minute, pushing his bangs back and looking into his pretty, brown eyes. Neither of you said a word, but the sound of your heartbeats filled the silence. You leaned in and kissed along his jawline while twirling the hair on the nape of his neck around your fingers. You trailed down towards his neck, leaving nips and pretty, maroon, bruises in your wake. He hummed quietly and you could feel the soft vibration of his vocal cords against your lips and tongue. His lips parted and he let out a quiet groan, his lips tugging upward to form a smirk. "You're such a tease.." he says, holding the back of your head. You can't help but pull away, laughing under your breath. "Yeah, because I'm the one who bit the other first." You respond, wrapping your arms around his torso with your head on his shoulder. "That sounds like something a little tease would say." He says with a grin, resting his head on top of yours. You roll your eyes and stroke up and down his back. Both of your heartbeats were starting to calm down as you laid with eachother, bodies intertwined on the comfortable sofa with your love for one another warming up the rooom.

A/n; alr chat sorry this is posted later than my usual time by like,,, idk 4 hrs as of lately 😭 it's also really short bc it was supposed to be a 4 charactdr post but i scrapped it because i didnt wanna write all that these past few days

[acosmist001]

1) cuddle bug by satanicglaze. A tickle fic which revolves around Chuuya being extremely ticklish and Dazai being an absolute menace. This author has many other fics like this if you enjoy it!

2) the art of falling (into you) by Secret_56. Dazai is extremely down bad in this and I love it.

3) Ride with U by Izu (soaringivy). Chuuya and Dazai being in love from when they first met at 15, to the present at 22.

4) somewhere far beyond this night (it was dyed blue) by iammaki. Art student Dazai only painting in black until transfer Chuuya comes and shows him the beauty of color.

5) glorious gossips and golden rings by moonlitsorrows. Atsushi trying to find out who his mysterious literature professor is married to.

[littleakito]

Hello! Could I request little!Kunikida headcanons please? It's completely okay if not, though :3

﹙📝﹚︰LiTTLE! KUNiKIDA﹐

୨୧　𓂃 : of course you can ! it’s always so much fun to write new characters hehe,,!

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1　 ﹒　Kunikida is very self-sustained when he’s little, I imagine he doesn’t fully let himself drop most of the time. When it’s necessary, he has no trouble in asking another person from the agency for assistance. (I fear he would put it awfully simple for them, but he still wouldn’t be entirely comfortable with their aid.)

2　 ﹒　If we’re being completely honest, he would document everything. His needs, wants, interests, dislikes, an adequate nap time, when exactly he should eat, each persons skill in caregiving, etc. I believe Dazai has snooped through those things quite a few times, and often flexes how well he knows little Kunikida. ( as if. )

3　 ﹒　Very keen on schedule! If he were to wake up regressed, no matter how old he’s feeling, he’d HAVE to at least try to fulfill it. I imagine he’d fumble over brushing his teeth and using his phone to check in on Dazai, so much so that he often times throws a small fit.

4　 ﹒　At some point, he’s tried to do his work whilst little, despite knowing better. It definitely didn’t take long before someone noticed his change in attitude and devotion. “Heeeyy, Kunikida..?” “Mm..?” “Couldn’t help but notice you’re chewing on your sleeve..!” “… So wha’..”

5　 ﹒　I honestly. really think he’d be a ticklish kiddo… like. like awfully ticklish. that’s it that’s the headcannon.

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never,,, wrote mr.kunikida! I hope this was okay<3 please always let me know if anything I write is canonically incorrect or ooc! thank you!

HEADER READS: “KUNIKIDA HEADCANNONS”

DNI BANNER READS: “NSFW DNI” “HEY, DID YOU HEAR ME?” “CHILD SAFE BLOG”

[mah-t-wordblog]

Lee Atsushi ler Dazai

Yeeeeeeeey! This turned out cute! Hope u like it! 💛💛

Idiot mood

Lee: Atsushi Nakajima

Ler: Osamu Dazai

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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The instructions were clear, Dazai was going through an “idiot mode”, and Atsushi couldn’t laugh at any of his jokes

Kunikida had warned him when he arrived at the Agency

“Don’t laugh at anything Dazai does, do you understand?” The man said, arranging some shelves “this is important, Atsushi”

“Yes, sir”

It didn’t seem like a difficult task, Dazai’s jokes were usually idiotic, Atsushi didn’t even find them that funny

But not being able to laugh at something makes it 1000x funnier, and let’s just say Atsushi wasn’t the best at hiding his laughter…

The tiger boy entered a room in the agency, coming across Dazai holding some ribbons that are normally used as decorations at Christmas

“Oh! Atsushi~, can you-“

“No”

“Oh” Dazai smiled “I was just going to ask for your help organizing the Christmas decorations”

Christmas had already passed a long time ago, but no one at the agency had had the free time to put the decorations away properly until now

“Okay” The boy took some boxes and put them away in their proper place

“Look, Atsushi~, don’t you think I would look like a beautiful Christmas tree if I hung myself with these ribbons?” The man said, referring to a green and furry ribbon he was carrying in his hands, Dazai wrapped the decoration around his neck, smiling “all that’s missing is the star~”

Atsushi choked, putting a hand over his mouth to hide the giggle he let out

“S-stop saying such things”

“Oh why?~ Did you find it funny?” Dazai danced around him, smirking

“O-of course not” Atsushi held back his laughter again, turning away so as not to face the other “this is stupid”

“Oh~ then why are you laughing?~”

“I-I’m not lahahaUGHIHIHING!”

Atsushi’s eyes widened as he felt two hands climb up his sides

“Ah~ don’t tell me Kunikida said I’m going through an ‘idiot mode’~” Dazai approached, extending his arms to squeeze Atsushi’s sides once more

“Nohohoho! Dahahahazahai!” The boy tried to escape, but ended up tripping and being thrown to the ground, his boss climbing on his waist and starting to poke his belly

“Oh come on, Atsushi~, you thought it was funny, didn’t you? If not, why would you be laughing, right?~”

The weretiger tried to argue, but couldn’t do anything other than grab Dazai’s arms in an attempt to push him forward.

“Is your belly ticklish?~ Do you like to be petted here like a kitten?~”

“I’m ahahaha TIHIHIHIHIHGEHER!” He cried out as Dazai put a finger in his belly button.

“Oh sure~”

“PLEHEHEHEHAHASE”

“You better not try not to laugh at my jokes, huh?~ Or I’ll have to make you laugh with my own hands! I think I'll have to teach Kunikida a lesson too after this"

Atsushi shook his head in agreement frantically, looking for anything to escape from there, Dazai let go of him and let him breathe a little on the floor

"Okay then~ I'll finish putting these boxes away, don't need to help me" the suicidal man stood up, picking up the Christmas ornament he had wrapped around himself earlier and putting it in its box

"Are you sure that if I leave you here alone, you won't hang yourself?"

"You know what I think, Atsushi, solo suicide is so out of fashion" Dazai shrugged "and it's not the season to commit Christmas suicide"

Atsushi simply laughed at his superior's comment, unable to contain himself, he no longer appreciates such a big problem laughing at Dazai's idiocy, at least this time...

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Thanks for reading 💛💛

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: a handful of insecurities the ikemen guys would adore.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: happy holidays everyone!! i hope this makes at least one person feel loved by their fav <3 just know that this isnt a decisive list and that no matter your insecurity your favorite suitor would adore you to bits.

you might think that they're silly for adoring your stomach so much, worshiping any extra fat or polished muscle you possess. they revel in your softness, burying their face into your midsection whenever they get the chance, kissing the skin there when they wake up and resting a hand over your belly button when you two go to sleep. if you’re ticklish there, watch out, because they take great joy in poking and prodding you just to hear you giggle.

arthur, dazai, will, charles, luke, silvio, edgar, kyle, seth, loki, masamune, mitsunari, motonari.

they don't understand what’s so embarrassing about your body hair. to them, it adds a sort of human softness to your legs as they run their hands down your calves, feeling the slight prickle of where each strand begins and ends. they think it’s beautiful, smiling so softly as they cup your knee, rubbing their thumbs across your skin. they do the same to your arms, cherishing every inch of your body,  just to remind you that even if you don’t like your body hair, they do because it's you.

leonardo, vincent, faust, clavis, zero, sirius, fenrir, mitsuhide, shingen.

your nose is often where their kisses land, sprinkling the bridge of it with their love and affection. they caress your face so tenderly as they bump their nose against yours, and you can feel the smile on their lips when they lean in to kiss you again. no matter what shape or what size, they will never stop thinking that your nose suits you just perfectly.

isaac, jean, leon, yves, sariel, keith, jonah, luka, dean, oliver, hideyoshi, keiji.

they think your acne and your scars are beautiful, even if you hate the way they look on your body. they insist it could never take away from your beauty, that you will always and forever be radiant, even with the red marks and the dull, faded scars. they’ll help you take care of them so you aren’t hurt, but they will never let you believe that you’re ugly. that word should not be associated with you, not when you have constellations speckled across your face and scars that are on their precious love and their precious love alone.

napoleon, sebastian, licht, nokto, alter keith, ray, dalim, mousse, yukimura, kanetsugu, kicho.

...and along with acne, they know you could never look prettier, especially not without your cellulite or stretch marks or anything in between. they trace the folds and warps in your skin with reverence because you are their love, their light, and their darling, and for as long as they live they want nothing more than to be able to hold you. because you are a human being who is worthy of love, if not for your humanity then because of your humanity.

mozart, theo, comte, vlad, jin, chevalier, rio, gilbert, lancelot, harr, blanc, nobunaga, ieyasu, ranmaru, kenshin, sasuke, yoshimoto, kennyo.

[yurislotusgarden]

Relationship hc's

ʚїɞ Dazai Osamu x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ This is just part 1 as I'm gonna write hc's like this for more characters

ʚїɞ word count: 1581

ʚїɞ why are hc's the longest thing I have written yet?

ʚїɞ Tw's: None! Just pure fluff, pet names are used, reader's gender is not specified in any way

ཐིཋྀ Our local clingy cockroach mf

ཐིཋྀ He always tries to be touching you

ཐིཋྀ Holding hands or pinkies, side hugs, back hugs (he won't miss a chance of burying his face into your hair, shoulder, or neck) <3

ཐིཋྀ Speaking of neck kisses. He loves them (both giving and receiving), especially if you jump at the feeling or are ticklish there

ཐིཋྀ Protective. Not to the point of it being overprotective but it’s very easy to see this man would die for you if he had to he very much has to stop himself from going back to his old ways when someone even tries to hurt you. Even worse if it’s done directly in front of him

ཐིཋྀ He’s possessive but not to a point where it’s overbearing or controlling. He just doesn’t wanna lose you

ཐིཋྀ If you work at the agency there's no peace for you :)

ཐིཋྀ He tries to get your attention by doing absolutely ANYTHING

ཐིཋྀ Man doesn't let you do paperwork. Stealing pens or the papers themselves, moving your chair randomly, and forget about ignoring his antics unless you wanna deal with his whining

ཐིཋྀ "I'm dying 'donna!" "I'm gonna die if I don't get it" <--- Dazai whining loudly while either lying down on the couch, floor, or on his desk

ཐིཋྀ "I'm working Osamu" <--- You, who’s been listening to that for the past 20 minutes

ཐིཋྀ You would be able to ignore him longer if the brunette didn't straight up pick you up from your seat and move you over to his desk to put you on his lap

ཐིཋྀ The whining stopping and him actually doing something can go from not waiting and picking you up, which would be like 2 minutes to like 20 minutes, to literally dragging you out of the agency.

ཐིཋྀ Good luck getting up from his lap or when cuddling because this man has a grip of steel

ཐིཋྀ If you don’t work at the agency and are a civilian, the agency would find out about you 2 being together… at some point

ཐིཋྀ You guys would wait a few months to see if the relationship has a chance of lasting and once yall are sure the other ain’t going anywhere not directed at Dazai I swear, Dazai would come up with some way to reveal it in a way that leaves the ada confused as hell and you 2 laughing

ཐིཋྀ It would be probably one out of these 3:

ཐིཋྀ The first option, randomly seeing you out in the city while he’s walking with someone and coming up to flirt with you in Dazai style TM

ཐིཋྀ He probably would do it while he’s out with Kunikida and Atsushi ;-;

ཐིཋྀ I swear Kunikida would get an aneurysm and Atsushi would change into a statue the moment they process your words

ཐིཋྀ Like the moment you say that you’re dating Dazai and aren’t some unfortunate soul who the brunette decided to flirt with, Kunikida is down on the sidewalk and Atsushi looks like someone told him he’s an alien so well the poor boy believed them

ཐིཋྀ The ada asked you if Dazai pays you or if you’re held hostage by Dazai because they can’t believe someone is willingly dating the bandage-wasting machine

ཐིཋྀ “Blink twice fast right now if you’re in danger” ←- definitely not Yosano

ཐིཋྀ “Hey!” ←- and totally not playfully offended Dazai

ཐིཋྀ The second option, updating personal/employee files (2 possibilities here)

ཐིཋྀ It really depends on how long was the relationship hidden, and whether yall are just dating or got goddamn married by the time either of those 2 possibilities (I am not putting getting married in secret past this guy)

ཐིཋྀ One possibility would be the emergency number

ཐིཋྀ Dazai getting hurt happens, and every time the injury is on the more serious side, Kunikida has to look if there’s an emergency contact in the files knowing Dazai has barely anything written on the paper, so imagine his shock upon seeing a number being actually written down

ཐིཋྀ When did Dazai do it? Poor Kunikida has no idea but it’s there now so he’s calling (he perfectly knows it can be another prank and the number may lead to a pizza place or something)

ཐིཋྀ So you got called (Kunikida had to take a minute to realize Dazai’s got an actual emergency number now) and then came to the agency in a hurry, per Kunikida’s request

ཐིཋྀ They probably wouldn’t ask who you are to Dazai at first, after seeing you worried. But after that when Yosano told you his condition and you calmed down? Bombarded with questions. Dazai aint getting out of them either after waking up

ཐིཋྀ And the third option, Kunikida going through employee files and seeing Dazai has ‘married’ on the marital status-

ཐིཋྀ So here would be the typical “There’s no way *you* are married”. Dazai would, of course, act offended because “What do you mean no one would want to marry me Kunikida-kun?!” and would either show his ring and call you to come to the agency or only show his ring to others and leave them in mystery for some time

ཐིཋྀ Jesus, I went off track, this was meant to be relationship hcs (may write one of the 3 ideas tho)

ཐིཋྀ Anyway

ཐིཋྀ He’s so soft and careful with you because he thinks he will scare you away (he won’t) :(

ཐིཋྀ He WILL take you to Oda’s grave at one point, as well as tell you about his past, even if not everything, you still know more than most people

ཐིཋྀ If Dazai’s not at the agency when he’s supposed to and you want to find him? The best option is to look wherever his little ‘bella is! He’s most likely with you (read: clinging onto you like a koala)

ཐིཋྀ Wearing anything of his is an invitation to touch you in his eyes

ཐིཋྀ Whether he steals your clothes depends simply on whether they fit him (even if tight) or not

ཐིཋྀ PLEASE wear his clothes, and do domestic shit with him. He’s falling in love all over again every time. He literally melts inside

ཐིཋྀ I don’t think it depends on when you met dazai, you know Chuuya in some damn way. If you met while he was in the mafia then knowing Chuuya is obvious if talking about how, but after Dazai left the PM, it depends on whether you work at the agency or not

ཐིཋྀ If you’re a civilian, it was most likely a chance meeting, like while you and Dazai were out on a date, or randomly out of the apartment/house for like shopping or something

ཐིཋྀ If you work at the agency, really possible it was because of a mission

ཐིཋྀ Changing the topic, I wouldn’t let this guy into the kitchen let me tell you. Unless you want something to be on fire (he once burned water and it was the most confusing thing you have ever seen. You both still just don’t know how he managed to achieve that but you never again let him cook when you’re not in the kitchen for even a minute)

ཐིཋྀ Use his shampoo and/or body wash and then proceed to wear anything of his, I dare you. You will have a Dazai-looking puddle on the floor the minute he realizes what you did

ཐིཋྀ I was about to write jealousy hcs but with how many ideas I have on that topic, I will just write another post for that

ཐིཋྀ Remember his look from Dead Apple? He saved that suit and that’s how he looks on some of the dates -the ones paid for with Kunikida’s money-

ཐིཋྀ On the other hand, most dates etc. are really casual and cute. A picnic in a more isolated place, sitting there until the stars come out, mini dates to cafes, library, arcade, or even just a peaceful walk around, during the day and at night under the night sky

ཐིཋྀ Yes, he buys you flowers, there’s no schedule whatsoever, so you can never fully predict when he is going to have a bouquet in his hands or not when visiting

ཐིཋྀ If you’re a foreigner, he’s so learning your mother tongue to some degree (depends how hard it is but probably will end up quite fluent in it after some time)

ཐིཋྀ He can shit-talk people even more with that, and he wants to flirt with you in your own language at one point

ཐིཋྀ“You’re so pretty ‘samu”

“‘bella, Japanese or another language I can understand please”

“But I like this more than a normal conversation tho”

“...I’m pretty sure you just disagreed”

“Maybe I did, pretty boy”

“I’m confused. You are either cussing me out or complimenting me.”

“And you shall stay in mystery forever.”

“‘donna!”

ཐིཋྀ ^ One of the convos yall had before he started learning (if it’s a language he doesn’t already know)

ཐིཋྀ You wanted to confuse him to have tease material for later

ཐིཋྀ You succeeded

ཐིཋྀ I hc that he and Chuuya learned different languages from Kouyou for work so get ready to be flirted with in a language you don’t understand most likely

ཐིཋྀ Kisses are either really damn soft that make you melt or are greedy ones that make you want more. No in-between with this mf

He very much uses the needy kisses to tease and/or frustrate you

ཐིཋྀ He loves you I swear, you will never notice just how much he does. When he says you are his reason as to why he’s still alive he very much means that :(

ཐིཋྀ Speaking of, the suicide attempts get rarer with the passing days. They happen, but not as much anymore <3

Notes, comments, reblogs are greatly appreciated &lt;3