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m1ndpalace · 6 months

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i like it when you tell me what to do. —osamu dazai.

contains: dirty talk, playful!reader, mafia executive!dazai, if you think about it the positioning of furniture here is kinda weird, teasing, kinda dom reader maybe a switch, masochism (and sadism), gun play, unprotected sex, edge play

warning: unedited🤧

dazai's mischievous smirk greeted you as soon as your eyes met when he padded his thumb to your lips, raising your chin up.

playing with your bottom lip, you licked his thumb, slightly biting it to fully suck it. "ah, belladonna, i like this shade on you, i cannot wait to smear it off you."

you were then pulled to face your reflection as he kept your arms behind you, pulling bandages to restrain you. you tugged playfully as his grip tightens around your wrist.

trailing the tip of his nose on the side of your face, you meet his gaze and lowly chuckle at his dalliance. "you're losing your touch osamu," freeing yourself from the knot of his bandages, you roughly cup his jaw, dragging his face onto your height.

"you're not as fast as you were," you whisper as you lead a hot path to his ear.

with one swift motion of turning you and pushing you to his desk, you suddenly find yourself bending over—with his arm weighting your back, keeping you from standing.

"that's where you're wrong belladonna," his teeth grazing at your jaw, the barrel of his gun trailing up and down your leg to your thigh. "mhm?" you mindlessly hummed, your tone teasing. "i stay the same, if not better."

"as you do," he chuckled, his fingers making their way to your soaking folds. "my hands easily turn you into this wet mess, like the whore you are."

"and you easily get hard because of my dainty fingers," you smirked, stroking his hard length through his tight pants. "are you trying to out-whore me, osamu? hmm?"

while he enjoyed pressing his hard-on on your behind, you took advantage of breaking free off his hold and facing him, your back now at the table.

taking his semi-soaked gun, you licked your juices off the tip of the barrel and teasingly trailed it to the tight part of his slacks. up and down the barrel went, tracing the outline of his hardness.

dazai's mischievous smirk and occasional moans clouded your thoughts yet followed what his eyes wanted. "i like it when you do things to me, bella," he moaned. you notice a growing damp spot on the tight spot.

"like this?" you chuckled, tenderly pulling him into a kiss, slowly biting his lower lip until it bled, all the while cocking his gun and drawing a trail up and down his neck and torso.

"mhm," he whispered onto your teeth, saliva and blood mixing."

after a few more mindless patterns, you settled the tip of his barrel on his chest, directly above his heart.

his eyes glimmered with the same excitement whenever he faced danger. you pulled the trigger but none came. you continued dancing with his tongue, ravaging each other's mouths.

strings of saliva stretched from your mouths as soon as you gasped for air. laughing with your partner.

dazai grabbed at your hand, placing it onto his tight pants. he leaned on your neck only to beg and to bite for a few licks.

"tell me what to do with this, i like it when you tell me what to do."

as he let go of your settled hand, you feel the cold barrel traversing your back, following the trail of your spine.

as if a damsel in distress, you dramatically sighed and slightly opened your legs. "do the work for me osamu."

"but that's no fun," he gritted out, turning to you for him to face your behind. his feet pusing your legs on both sides to make room as he unbuckled his belt.

"do you love it when i fuck you from behind?" he whispered dramatically, his gun trailing your side.

"do you like being allowed to fuck me at all, osamu?" you replied with your usual seductive tone, your nails playing with his chin and your thumb padding his bloodied lower lip.

"would you rather like being fucked from behind," you teased, now gripping his dripping cock.

"i would love to, ah—," he moaned as he hungrily claimed your mouth as you pumped.

as if on cue, his gun stopped on the side of your head. without any second thought, he pulled the trigger, but none came.

"just like that, ah, yes—" with his head mindlessly drawn back, his face drunk on pleasure, you slowly intensified your strokes as you pushed his back to his desk where he found his knuckles tightly gripping its edges.

"mhm, ah, bella, you do me so good."

pornographic moans reverbated in the room as both of you panted, restlessly trailing each other's hands, fighting for dominance before the other takes over.

after successfully pinning your back to the same position on his desk, he teasingly rubs his hard dick on your now exposed ass, slowly drawing mindless lines up and down your behind and inner wet folds.

you grind on his hardness, smirking mischievously after his huffs of groans. with both your bodies sticky from sweat and pleasure, you couldn't help but moan with him as he went in.

the chorus of both your low and seductive chuckles filled the air. "ah bella, you make me believe in heaven when we're like this."

with dazai thrusting in and out of you like a maniac it was only natural that he lost his focus on your restraints. you were able to twist your body to face him, delaying his near nirvana.

he grinned like a maniac as you gripped on his exposed hard on. "kneel," you commanded through your teeth.

it took a swift second before you sat yourself on his desk, opening your exposed wetness. "osamu, you're forgetting something," you opened your legs wider.

his lips slowly climbed from the tip of your toe to your inner thighs. he sighed, taking in the warmth. he slowly lapped on your folds. when he gets a little too excited, you grip on his hair to withdraw him from you.

"ah, bella you must be a goddess to turn my pains into this pleasure," he moans.

#bsd smut #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai bsd #bsd dazai osamu #dazai smut #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai osamu smut #sub bsd #sub dazai #dom reader #ozamu dazai smut #bsd osamu dazai smut

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80sgaytrashgoblin · 2 years

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As I figure out how I want ADA Chuuya to look, have some screencap edits featuring ADA Akutagawa being manhandled like a feral dog.

#chuuya is so tired pls save him #gob edits #ada chuuya au #nakahara chuuya #kunikida doppo #akutagawa ryuunosuke #ranpo edogawa #dazai ozamu #chuuya bsd #akutagawa bsd #ranpo bsd #kunikida bsd #dazai bsd #that one gay ass soukoku scene

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cactosaurio · 10 months

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Haven't published these yet, but I've written at least two pairings with a specific scene: the fl inviting the ml to run away together from what she sees as a catastrophic end (and take care of the plan), but he rejects because of his sense of responsibility and fondness for an authority figure or compassion for the fl's (very sorry and not good) state of mind...

#how did this happen #i wondered for a second #then I realized it was the Judas to Jesus scene from Kakekomi Uttae by Ozamu Dazai (real)#and the three of these happen with a huge body of water as background #let this be shameless promotion for that short story #I strive to be more unhinged than yesterday and less so than tomorrow in this website #I'll loosen my braids for once in my lifetime and you *will* read these tags

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sapphire-dreamsky · 2 years

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Le Festival Des Rêves

Starring: Oda Sakunosuke | Reader | Dazai Ozamu

Pairing: Oda Sakunosuke / Reader

Words: 1883

Synopsis:

‘‘Are you craving some pink and blue cotton candy? Or maybe you have nothing planned for the weekend? Don’t worry! We got you! Le Festival des Rêves will be in town on Saturday and Sunday! Bring your children and partners! We can guarantee you will have a good time!’’

It was a peaceful day, one which only happened once in a blue moon. These days were rare and far in between but Oda appreciated them nonetheless. On these days off, the man would often wake up a little bit later than usual. He would snuggle a bit closer to his girlfriend and if he felt motivated enough, would even prepare breakfast for the two of them. The afternoon would then be spent with the kids. However, that day, Oda already made plans. The day before, when he was on the way to Bar Lupin, he saw an advertisement that would immediately catch the eye of any passer-by. The bright colours would attract anyone’s attention. But if you missed the colours, you wouldn’t miss the big marquee in the middle of the advertisement with lights hanging around it to make it attractive.

‘Tomorrow is Saturday and is my day off...maybe I could bring (Y/N) there…’ While he was contemplating their plans for tomorrow, he didn't notice Dazai creeping up behind him. ‘‘BOO!’’ There wasn’t much which could startle the man. That was something Dazai learned very early on in their early days. SO he wasn’t very disappointed when Oda failed to jump in surprise as Ango would. Despite this, however, he still pretended to be sad that his little prank didn’t work out. Oda, bless his soul, tried to cheer him up by awkwardly patting the back of his ‘sad’ friend to cheer him up.

‘‘Why are you outside, OdaSaku?’’ Dazai tried to peek around his friend’s frame to see what caught the stoic man's attention. Upon seeing the sign, his eyes lit up.

‘‘Oooh! A festival is coming into town! Will you go OdaSaku?’’

Oda glanced back to the sign, before nodding. ‘‘Yeah. I will bring (Y/N) there.’’

Dazai’s eyes lit up even more, ‘‘your girlfriend, right?! Here, come, come OdaSaku. Let’s go inside and I will tell you all about what you can do to make her swoon! You will see! With my advice, nothing will go wrong! And who knows? Maybe you will even get lucky!’’ Dazai winks obnoxiously at Oda, trying to hint something at the older man. However, Dazai must have overestimated how Oda could be clueless sometimes. So instead, he only dragged Oda towards the bar, sighing dramatically at his friend’s oblivious expression.

‘‘Now, now OdaSaku! You can’t pretend that you have never thought about this!’’

Oda didn’t have the heart to ask his friend if he has ever been on a date before. Or that he, in fact, knew what his wink meant. But the man had no desire to walk on that road. He had no desire to divulge any private information to his friend about his relationship status. And so, for an entire night, the poor man only nursed drinks after drinks as Dazai tried to give him ‘the talk’. This was a long night for him. Possibly one of the longest one.

When he woke up, he was immediately attacked by the light. Oda groans at the disruption. Once the morning fog cleared up, he realised two things.

He is in his bed and in his pyjamas. He must have either walked all the way here, changed clothes and crashed in bed after the long talk at the bar, but that was highly unlikely. He didn’t remember anything after the sixth whiskey. Either Dazai helped him and took him back to his place, but even that was a stretch. He made sure to not divulge any information on where he was living to anyone in the mafia for security purposes. And even if he mumbled his address in a drunken haze, Dazai had no key. The second key is with (Y/N). She must have let them in. ‘She saw me drunk,’ was the only thing running through Oda’s mind amidst the pounding headache.

(Y/N) is not beside him. The sun is too high for it to be seven. He must have slept in. ‘Not only did she have to take care of me drunk, but she also had to prepare breakfast for the two of us.’ Oda mentally chided himself. Next time, he would cut back on his drinks. He will make sure of it.

With a groan, Oda’s head fell back on the pillow. ‘So much for a planned perfect day.’ His groan must have been loud because his bedroom door opened. A head peeked inside. (Y/N). Letting out a slight giggle at the sight of her defeated boyfriend, she nudges his lying form. Oda peeked from the pillow he was using as a shield against the sun. He quietly observed his girlfriend as she recounted last night’s event. ‘So he did tell Dazai where he lived,’ Oda mentally notes that he needs to call the man the day after.

‘‘What happened to you to drink so much last night? Bad day?’’

She gently plays with his locks. He leans in a bit closer, but upon noticing that his new position wouldn’t do it, he decides to just lay his head on her lap. ‘Soft…’ Oda snaked his arm around her middle. He was rarely clingy like this, but in the morning, when Oda had nothing much to do, he would cling to her side as much as he could. For (Y/N), these days were the best. They were quiet, peaceful, and for a moment, she could forget about all the dangers Oda exposes himself to every day. For a moment, he belonged to her and not to the mafia. He was hers to cherish and care for.

‘‘...a festival in town. Want to go?’’

‘‘Hmm? Why not? It’s been ages since I’ve been to one.’’

Oda nods in her lap, letting himself fall into the welcoming arms of Morphe once more. ‘Such a sweet place to be…’

The festival was beautiful. The lights were bright and illuminated the streets. The smell of greasy food wafted in the air. The place was noisy. There were children running after each other while laughing wildly (Oda smiled at the sight), funny looking clowns walking around handing animal-shaped balloons to old and young alike while singing the festival’s theme song, making children sing with them. The atmosphere was good. While it was not as peaceful as staying at home, Oda couldn’t help but like it. People here were happy. They were escaping from their day to day life for a moment. ‘A moment of respite from daily life,’ the man muses. He smiles slightly, looking down on (Y/N). She had such a happy grin, it was really infectious.

‘‘What do you want to do first?’’

The woman shrugs and yet, despite her dismissive attitude, still drags him towards a stand of cotton candy.

‘‘Let’s get one first, yeah? Then we can walk around.’’

After buying cotton candy for his girlfriend, they went on a stroll. In the back of his mind, Oda couldn’t help but remember what Dazai 'advised’ him to do. ‘Listen, OdaSaku! This is the moment! The moment where you make her swoon! The moment where you impress her and show her who you really are! Win her a plushie! She will love that!’

Oda wasn’t certain how many drinks he already had back then, but if he still remembers that ‘advice’, then it must have been before their conversation strayed away from innocent advice.

Oda looks around the stands looking for something memorable. (Y/N) casually broke off some candy and nudged Oda. He looked down at her, flashing her a smile, accepting the sweet candy.

While looking in her direction, he notices something on a stand. ‘Is that a dog? It’s cute like (Y/N)...’ Grabbing her, he led her towards the stand.

‘‘Welcome, welcome! What a lovely pair do you two make!’’

Oda feels blood rushing to his cheeks but pays no mind to them as the man gushes over them.

‘‘Ahh! I remember taking my wife to these fairs! And now, look at where I’m working!’’

The man began laughing at the fond memory. His eyes scan the price shelves while (Y/N) converses with the man.

‘‘Ah, no, we are not married!’’

The old man leans into (Y/N), winking at her before murmuring.

‘‘Yet.’’

He leaned back into his place while (Y/N) looked embarrassed.

‘‘Is there anything that is catching your eyes, miss?’’

His girlfriend looks up, her eyes immediately falling upon the dog Oda was glancing at earlier. She points towards it. Oda nods slightly.

The man hands the two of them a fake gun, telling them about the objectives. But Oda cared little for that. He used to hold guns in his younger days. With a small confident smile, Oda aimed at all the targets effortlessly. (Y/N), who completely forgot about her own gun just gawked at him. Oda patted himself on the back.

‘‘Whoah! Young man, this was perfect! I wished I was as good as you when I was younger! It would have saved me face and money, hahaha!’’

The old merchant hands Oda the price. Upon close inspection, the dog plushie looked even more adorable. He hands it to (Y/N), who fell in love with it instantly.

‘‘Thank you, Oda! Hmm...It kind of looks like you!’’

She points at the eyes of the plushie.

‘‘He has the same puppy eyes that you do when you pout!’’

Amused, Oda started to lead her to the ferry wheels.

‘‘He?’’

‘‘Yep! I’m naming it OdaSaku!’’

‘‘Should I be jealous?’’

‘‘Only when you are working.’’

She winks at him. Oda shakes his head, paying for the attraction while (Y/N) admires his features. The lights cast an almost magical glow around the man. ‘He looks majestic…’

The trip to the top was slow but filled with playing jabs at each other. As their cart moved up, (Y/N) began snuggling up to his side, hugging her plushie in her arms.

‘‘Thank you for today.’’

Oda merely smiles.

‘‘Thank you for being patient with me…’’

(Y/N) looks up at the man questionably.

‘‘The man earlier...The one with the plushie stand...I wouldn’t mind marrying you.’’

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. She knew Oda was not one to speak lightly. He was honest, never played games. His intentions were always clear. Never one to lead his partner astray on anything or leave misunderstandings brewing for too long. This was a trait that (Y/N) admired with him. If she had to name one quality of his that made her fall for him, it would his honesty. He never aimed to hurt people intentionally.

‘‘I would happily marry you then.’’

#oda sakunosuke x reader #odasaku x reader #bsd oda x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader

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himi-wiz · 1 year

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Hehe

Chuuya for bingo! <3

(And Dazai, if you want to.)

YOU. YOU HAD TO HUH.

Definitely don't know you anon. And therefore I can lie about it but here we go:

Dazai —

Interesting lad in the most atrocious manner possible. Admittedly I still needed to read the novels but I think Dazai is an odd character which I've never quite gotten completely even from the start of my initial bsd phase at 2014-2015. Now I'm as old as him (which is bizarre to think about) and I get what's going on, I still don't think I'll ever quite grasp what's in his head. He has this apathy and intelligence I will never take hold of as someone who understands that I am extremely an ordinary individual and chooses to remain so — being oblivious and normal — for fear that I would turn out to be as isolated as he is.

I think it's terrifying.

To be too smart and think too much of yourself, to realise you're never going to be normal for you will always reason a way out of your greatest passions and your worst nightmares. And therefore you never truly fear anything nor could you truly love something wholeheartedly either. How could you when you can't trust in anything?

I am fond of the irl author, Mr. Dazai Osamu's dedication to his work of No Longer Human which I did read through ages ago and encounter some memorable quotes. But it's only rather recently I was able to fully comprehend the sheer terror it brings as the protagonist Yozo elaborates on the despair of understanding one's role in life is inevitably meaningless, akin to an insect realising its doom to fall prey to fate in a web full of lies.

Whenever I was asked what I wanted my first impulse was to answer "Nothing." The thought went through my mind that it didn't make any difference, that nothing was going to make me happy.

— No Longer Human, Dazai Ozamu

And I only have pity for such a being that is unable to unlearn that despair or at the very least, be able to stop, condense and move forward with these thoughts and live with them.

Our BSD Dazai however is given a chance to do so unlike Yozo thanks to Odasaku and it brings a fond affection to see him trying his best. I hope he does find his way and learns to enjoy the difficult journey stumbling around in life. But at the same time, it'll be foolish of me to presume just because he's moving towards the light, Dazai's darkness and general sense of dissatisfaction with people and life would change.

Dazai is not kind, he is not gentle, he's inconsiderate, deplorable, utterly wretched nuisance of a man who can and will use you if he decides it's worthwhile for him to do so, otherwise he has little interest in you even if he can sees through all your struggles and how he could help you, he wouldn't, certainly not intuitively desire so.

And I much prefer that viewpoint for it's more remarkable that Dazai is choosing when he does good. And how he's actively trying to be the side that reaches out to someone else and be there for them. To let himself be tied to people he feels isolated from and be vulnerable enough to take bets and place his trust on the Armed Detective Agency (and Chuuya and Akutagawa) so he could save lives he honestly doesn't care much for. How fascinating.

And so when fans do brush that darkness aside, I can be mildly peeved. But hey, it's still valid and okay to have some fun with just comfort and softness of just wishing happiness for a character you like. It can hard to decipher these layers if you don't know where to look too. Or perhaps am I reading too deep into this? Who knows. Asagiri sure has a way of writing nuances like these and it's so delightful to unpack them.

I still don't understand Dazai on a fundamental level.

That is more of my fault as I am someone who both emotionally and socially impaired so much that I use myself as a medium to "empathise" with people. I merely mimick emotions — like I don't feel sad if someone lost a loved one, I 'force' myself to feel bad if I am that person, I play out the scenario of losing something precious to me and I take that sadness to apply it to the person.

That's how I can predict people well enough, aside from those who are far too passionate in an ideal or passion I can't understand like Kunikida, those who learn to hate everything, and those who comprehend the reasons why they hate and shift to a complete apathy, able to pinpoint all the ways they're wrong — ways they don't fit, they aren't human enough, but are ultimately far too timid and cowardly to work on why they are outsiders and maintain a distance for it's far safer this way.

Dazai is still that person who's terrified of attachment and rejection, still struggling to believe in people more than he trusts his mind and vision of the world around him. And he appears to be doing his best, so perhaps I would fall in love with his character a little more when I finish rereading No Longer Human, the dark era stuff and other bsd side stories.

For now let's see how he'll end up.

Chuuya—

I refuse to elaborate on him.

Suffer anon.

#abt himi me #rambles #bsd #bsd rambles #bsd dazai #bsd literature #asks #ask game #char bingo #himi actually says something wow #i keep making edits im sorry #random jazz from himi

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