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“is it bad?” his eyelids flutter open, lashes dropping softly against his cheeks in bliss to the sight “what is?” he sighs as your eyes open, gentle words arising from your mouth “that i want to be yours forever?”

dazai cannot help but capture your lips to his, heat rising to his neck as he feels the soft flesh of your lips between his. it’s as if his lips had a heartbeat of their own. he pulls away, eyes dolled with nothing short of adoration. if you squint, you might see his pupils shaped as beating hearts “yes. probably”

you join into his slight chuckle before finding his waist and dragging yourself closer, arm hooked around him “i don’t mind” you murmur, glossy eyes looking up at him. dazai thinks it’s a good thing he’s lying down because his feet feel so weak.. he feels so light.. his stomach is rumbling.. he hopes it’s sickness. he dreads the feeling it might be something else.

his fingers tangle into your hair as he catches a bit of his bottom lip between his teeth. you move the hair away from his eyes, sliding your palm down against the surface of his cheek. instinctively, he brushes his face against your palm, letting himself be caressed by you as he closes his eyes “i’m not sure i deserve this” he says in an almost broken whisper.

a kiss to the tip of his nose makes his eyes open once again, pain-stricken orbs meeting his “i am” and his lips are on yours again because he’s so afraid, so afraid it’s only in his mind. so afraid that if he opens his eyes again you might disappear and he might be devoured by the cold night, like always. he tries to force a tear out, it doesn’t come. it never does.

he hopes, truly hopes, you can feel the way he loves you with how he kisses you. he could tear his soul apart telling you how much he needs you and cherishes you, but in the end, he fears you’ll find him insincere. he fears you’ll never know this side of him. yet somehow, it only seems to come out when he’s with you. dazai hates it. despises it. but he loves you. he loves you so much his ribcage feels to small for his heart, every part of his body aches with the messy beats of it, with the hot flushes it sends to his body.

he’s lovesick. he can’t do anything about it. as much as he hates himself for being so weak, so selfish, he can’t help it. he won’t help it. his lips quiver as he parts away. his nails make crescent marks into your skin. the heat radiating from his body is overwhelming. you smooth the hairs of his brow.

“i know what you’re thinking, osamu”

“do you?”

“i do. stop”

he smiles, a painful smile as his teeth clench “i’m sorry”

“what for?”

“i fear i’ll never love you the way you deserve to be loved. it scares me to know you hurt”

you giggle, sending shivers down his spine as his body tenses. you press against his chest with a smile “you don’t see yourself the way i do. you’re not the cold monster you think you are, osamu” and if he could, he would cry. his arms wrap around your seemingly fragile body, bringing you even closer as he rests his chin atop your head.

“i hope you’re not wrong” he whispers as his fingers envelop the bare skin of your arm in tender, circular movements. “i know i’m not” and he closes his eyes, breathing out heavily as you caress his back with your digits. he’s tired. he’s exhausted. but he’s.. happy. closer to happiness than he has ever been. but he feels sick. sick to his stomach. so lovesick, so shamelessly disgusting he doesn’t know what to do.

all he does is trap you into his arms, whispering prayers into the night that you shall never be taken away from him. maybe he will learn to fully open that fear-stricken heart, to let you patch up wounds he was never aware he had. but for tonight, all he can do is kiss and embrace you into the comfort of your shared bed as he gazes at you tender eyes, your smooth skin, your sweet mouth.

he wishes morning would never come to take you away.

Oh my⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄..

"𝓐𝓶 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓸𝓯?" ༉‧₊˚.

↺ includes : dazai osamu & chuuya nakahara x fem!reader

↺ content warnings : nsfw content (mdni), threesome, double penetration, facefucking, overstimulation, unprotected sex, oral (m &f recieving), hairpulling, dumbification etc

↺ synopsis : you had one too many drinks at a bar after getting dumped by your ex boyfriend on your birthday, and end up fucking the two most dangerous men you have ever met

↺ w.c : 2.7k+ words of absolute filth

↺ author's note : Ik I said this will be posted on the 29th but I kindaaa finished early...I honestly thought dazai & fyodor would win in the poll but I'm pleasantly surprised that chuuya won. Happy reading & I hope y'all enjoy <3 ps. this is supposed to be a bday fic for someone but I unfortunately could not find the ask so whoever you are, happy early b'day!

You squealed when Dazai parted your shaky thighs, licking his lips at your soaked lacy panties. "oh, bella, we barely even touched you and you're already dripping down there? naughty girl.." his voice dropped an octave, making you shiver. "quit yappin' and get to work, shitty dazai," Chuuya scoffed from behind you, gloved fingers pinching and pulling at your swollen nipples, coaxing little whines and moans from you. "you are just jealous that I'm the one about to devour her right now," the bandaged man shrugged, but still complying nonetheless. His fingers hooked under your panties and swiftly pulled them down, breath hitching as he watched webs of your sticky arousal cling to the thin fabric. Chuuya noticed that your attention was on Dazai and he wasn't having that. He turned your face to the side and smashed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as Dazai nibbled on the insides of your thighs. Just how did you get stuck between these two unbelievably attractive men?

...You sighed, slamming your shot of Tequila down, the alcohol burning in your throat. "And he just broke up with me like that! On my fucking birthday too! What the fuck?" Your friend only patted your back, frowning, "girl, I knew he was no good from day one. let's just forget about him for now, yeah? try to enjoy tonight?" You nodded, a frown etched on your face. "Yeah, I know...but I really loved him, y'know? Even though he was terrible in bed," you giggled, nudging your friend's arm playfully. "How about we get you some real action tonight?" She wiggled her eyebrows, both of you chuckling. "Who should I go for?" You scanned the bar, looking for your partner for the night when your eyes land on Chuuya. The ginger haired man was at a corner, sipping away at his expensive drink, target locked. You touched your makeup up a bit before strutting towards him, giving him your best doe eyes when he looks up at you, "You here alone?" He smirked, "No, I'm here with some... colleagues. What about you, pretty girl?" You took a seat beside him, grinning as he poured you a glass of the 20 something grand drink, "I'm here with my friend, We're here to celebrate my birthday." He handed you the glass, "Oh, happy birthday. how's your night goin' so far?" You sipped on the drink, scrunching your face at the bitter taste of the alcohol, "Well...not to spill my life story or anything, but I got dumped today," he frowned, placing a gloved hand on your shoulder, "Sorry 'bout that, hon. Must've been an ass to do that on you birthday." You laughed, staring in his greyish blue eyes, "Yeah.." he leaned closer, his breath fanning over your lips, you could almost taste the 'aged monopole' on his lips—

 "chuuuuuuuyaaa~" Dazai interrupted you both with his sing-song voice, making you both jump. "What the hell are you doing here?" Chuuya gritted his teeth, clearly annoyed. You turned around to lock eyes with chocolate brown ones; oh, he was pretty. You could see a smirk splayed on his lips, winking at you before looking at Chuuya. "I thought I smelled a dog around here, and would you look at that? It's my dear ex-partner Chuuya!" The said man swung at Dazai, landing a punch on his stomach. "Oumph— I was wondering what you were doing with such a pretty woman," he said, taking your hand in his, kissing the back of it. "May I have the honour of knowing this pretty lady's name?" You giggled, "Of course, it's—" Chuuya cut you off by snatching your hand away, glaring daggers at Dazai. "Get the hell out of here, mackerel," Chuuya groaned. "This pretty lady has been through a breakup tonight, on her birthday, and I'm sure she doesn't need you annoying her to death too." Dazai only pouted, "Or are you just afraid that she'd leave you because of me, hmm?" He looked at you, smiling. "Trust me, baby. I can do much better than this malnourished ginger." You could see Chuuya's right eye twitch. "You really think so?" The brunette man leaned closer, towering over the both of you. "I know so." "Then let's fucking prove it."

...Everything after that was a blur to you. You didn't remember when you left the bar with them or when you entered the hotel. All you knew was that it felt so hot. It felt so hot when Chuuya pressed open-mouthed kisses on your nape and behind your ears, all while Dazai made himself comfortable between your spread legs. He shoved your panties in his pocket for later use, his tongue darting out to kitten lick at your puffy clit. He could feel your pussy throbbing on his tongue, clearly wanting more of his touch. Chuuya pushed the straps of your tight black dress down your shoulders, massaging your plump breasts while kissing you deeply. "Oh, you taste fucking divine," Dazai hummed, snickering when you clenched down on his tongue from the praise. "You like that, birthday girl? like it when I praise you?" You could only moan, nodding your head. The ginger man behind you flipped you over so that you were on your stomach, ass pressing against Dazai's face, and he moaned, calloused fingers spreading your cheeks apart as he slurped your juices up. Your cheek was smushed against Chuuya's dress pants, drooling on the expensive fabric. You could see the prominent bulge on his crotch, just begging to be touched. "Put that pretty mouth to use, darl'," he whispered, unzipping his pants and pulling his boxer's down, his cock finally springing free and slapping against his stomach. Your mouth watered; it was so pretty. Reasonable sized with a girth promised to make you see stars. The tip was flushed pink, precum pearling at his slit. You picked the underside of his cock, paying extra attention to the large vein, making him hiss. He grabbed the back of your head, tapping his cock on your warm cheek, "Open up, hon." You happily obliged, sticking your tongue out for him to shove his shaft down your throat, making you slightly gag as tears prick your eyes. You gasped when Dazai pushed two slim fingers into your hole, your insides sucking them in eagerly. "There we go, sweet girl. Taking my fingers so nicely~" You cleched down on him at the praise, moaning around the fat cock in your mouth. The red-head shivered at the vibrations from your mouth. Tipping his head back slightly, fingers tightening their grip on your hair as you start bobbing your head up and down. It was messy; webs of his precum and your saliva was dripping down your chin, your mascara running down your puffy cheeks as you tried your best to breathe through your nose. Dazai scoffed when Chuuya smirked at him, successful in stealing your attention. He blew on your clit, making you jump. You tried to look back at him but Chuuya's grip was firm, patting your head softly before doing an experimental thrust in your mouth, tip of his cock nudging against the back of your throat. On the other hand, Dazai was getting lost in your cunt; skilled tongue swirling over your swollen clit, fingers curling against your g-spot, moaning into your pussy when you clenched particularly hard. Chuuya was now thrusting up into your warm mouth eagerly, holding your head down while muttering out small curses. He loved the way your eyes rolled back from the overwhelming feeling of Dazai eating your cunt like the best meal he's ever had while Chuuya fucked your throat 'till it burned, your lipstick staining his cock.

You jolted forward when a lubed finger pushed into your other hole, the feeling entirely foreign to you. Dazai's warm hand smoothed over your ass, giving it a playful smack, "Relax, pretty. You are gonna take the both of us, aren't you?" Your eyes widened, the both of them inside..at the same time— could you even handle it?

Chuuya patted your cheek softly, turning your attention to him, "You don't have to if you don't want to, we won't force you into anything." Your heart fluttered at his caring nature, hearts practically swimming in your pupils. You pulled your mouth off of Chuuya's cock, making him hiss. " 's okay.. I can take it," you whispered, making Dazai smirk devilishly, "that's my girl."

They switched places now; Chuuya between your pretty legs while Dazai eagerly thrusted up into your welcoming mouth, slobbering all over his cock. Your jaw was hurting from how hard he was shoving himself in and out, back arching like a cat's when Chuuya's long fingers brush against that one spot inside your walls. His tongue swirled around your puckered hole, making you squeal and try to kick your legs and fail, his hands firmly gripping them, "Behave," he growled into your cunt, making Dazai snicker. "How's she taste?" Dazai grinned, hissing when your tongue swipes over his slit. "Fucking amazing," Chuuya's eyes slightly rolled back, going drunk from your addictive taste on his tongue. Dazai's thrusts sped up, now hitting the back of your throat as you creamed all over Chuuya's face. He was glad your back was turned to him so you couldn't see him cumming in his pants like a pathetic teenager. "Came in your pants already?" Dazai laughed, cutting himself off with a groan as he holds your head down, cumming down your throat.

Dazai picked your already tired body up, placing you on his lap, telling you how good you did for them while kissing your tears away. "Now, get ready for the real thing," he smirked, slapping the tip on your clit before lining his cock up with your entrance. "Hope you're ready, princess," Chuuya uttered from behind you, rubbing soothing circles on your back, pushing your hair out of the way to kiss and nibble on your marked neck as Dazai pushed into with a wet 'pop!' Your jaw slacking as he buried himself to the but, pressing his forehead against yours as he panted out little praises. Your body was tense in Dazai's hold, clenching down on his cock when his fingers found your clit, trying to get you to relax and it worked as you went limp in his arms. Chuuya on the otherhand, was busy lathering lube all over his cock, pumping it a few times in his first before lining it up with your puckered hole. Slowly but surely pushing in, focused on how you moan into Dazai's lips, the smug brunnete swallowing your moans. "Does it hurt, doll?" He grunted, grabbing your hips for stability as he tried his best not to shove himself all the way in. "Hurts— hurts so good.." you slurred, eyes rolling back from the sheer pleasure of both of them inside you. His cock pushed fully past the tight ring of muscle, balls touching your ass while he shuddered, fingers digging into the plush of your hips so tightly that you're sure it'll leave bruises tomorrow. But you didn't care, not when you were stuffed full by these two men you had just met, creaming and clenching on their cocks. "God, she's clenching so damn hard. Aren't you, baby?" The man in front of you panted, fingers still rubbing circles on your clit, pinching the small bud when you whine and whimper for them. Chuuya turned your head around to face him, capturing your parted lips for a sweet kiss, rolling his hips experimentally and groaning when you tighten even further.

Your makeup had been completely ruined by the time they were finally starting to thrust in and out of you, the two of them perfectly synchronized with each other, as if they could read the other person's mind. Every time one of them pulled out, the other pushed in and vice versa. Your mouth formed an 'o' shape, clawing at Dazai's shirt as they worked you to your orgasm. Your brain couldn't function properly anymore, filtering out all thoughts besides the two men ravaging you right now, stretching out your holes and all you could do was lay there and sob out their names. "Oh shiit— did we fuck her stupid already?" Chuuya questioned, breathy moans and grunts leaving his swollen lips that were stained with your lipstick like his cock. "Sure looks like it, ah fuuck—" Dazai moaned, their rhythm slowly falling apart as their orgasm approached. " 'm gunna—" you couldn't even finish your sentence before squrting all over their cocks, head lolling back on Chuuya's shoulder as you twitched from the overstimulation. Dazai's hips stilled suddenly, shooting his seed deep inside of you, some of it dribbling out as he pulls out, some of it spurting on your cunt, coating your pussy lips in his release. Chuuya's arms hooked under your knees, bringing you to his chest as you screamed his name, tears flowing out of your puffy eyes like jewels. "Cumming— fuck!" He growled, slim hips pressed against your plump ass while he flooded your insides with his cum.

Your heavy eyelids widened when Chuuya lifted you up, now facing him. "What're you—" you gasped when you felt his cock prodding at your cunt this time, ready to fuck you to oblivion. Dazai gripped your hair from behind, tugging on it to make eye contact with you, "You didn't think we were done from just that, did you?" You whimpered at his low tone of voice, perfectly manicured nails digging into Chuuya's shoulders as he pushes into you again, your cunt fucked raw and sore. Bandaged hands spread your cheeks apart, groaning at the lewd view of his ex-partners cum flowing out of your hole. " 's too mph— much!" You babbled, wincing at Dazai pulled at your hair and landed a swift smack on your ass. "You can take it, honey," he bit his lip, slipping into your other hole with a loud groan, your eyes crossing at the mind-numbing stimulation.

"Shiiit— pussy grippin' me so tight," Chuuya moaned, throwing his head back as he thrusted into you vigorously. The three of you were rendered a drooling, panting mess; overstimulated and shaking as they bend and mold your body to their desire, turning you into their personal cocksleeve for the night and you loved it. Dazai's fingers found your nipples, pinching and pulling and the hardened buds, making you cry out even louder for them, slapping one of the soft mounds before flicking at your nipples again.

You felt something in your lower stomach turning, tightening as they thrusted in and out of your oversensitive cunt. Chuuya's hand suddenly wrapped around your throat, not gripping tight but hard enough to make you feel breathless and dizzy. Everything went white, you could hear ringing in your ears as you gushed all over them, your juices covering Chuuya's abdomen and dripping down his cock. A creamy ring had formed around the base of his cock, hands reaching everywhere they could before his hips stopped, his semen gushing into your walls and staining them white. Dazai came shortly after, burying his face into your neck as his cum filled your gooey insides.

Dazai laid you on your back gently, softly shushing your sobs as you clung onto him, burying your face in his chest. His hand was splayed on your back, rubbing random shapes on your sensitive skin. "Shh, my pretty girl. Did so well for us, hm?" He whispered, kissing the crown of your head while Chuuya got up to get a washcloth and a glass of water. He handed you the glass of water and some pills, "birth pills," he clarified, looking away bashfully while Dazai snickered. You didn't even realize how dry your throat was until drinking the cold water, offering your burning throat some relief. "I should probably lea—" you got cut off by Dazai pulling you back into his arms burying his face into your soft chest, "Why not stay? I'm not the type of guy to let a pretty lady go home alone at 3 am after having such an intimate moment." Chuuya huffed and nodded in agreement, laying next to you before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Dazai pouted, scooting closer and shoving Chuuya's arm off of you. "A dog should know it's place, you should honestly go sleep on the floor," Dazai joked. "HAAH?!"

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dazai osamu is the type to say “just the tip, i promise” and somehow will end up fucking you so good you that you can’t help but too drool on yourself and cream all over his cock.

Dazai getting a little annoyed because you were moving and tugging his hair a little too much while, he shamelessly moans into your ears, to tease you, as he quickens his pace. Gettung a little annoyed, he unties his own bandage, or grabs some from close by, and wraps them around your wrists to keep you from grabbing shit and little to your little moans and whines to at least grab his hair or the bed sheets, but he just smirks and laughs at your futile, pathetic attempts. He makes up with kisses and cuddles later after your body is completely drained of energy.

"I'll Pick the Prettiest Poison."

Dazai x implied fem! reader

a/n: first time writing ada dazai lets go 🙏 thank you @zxyzay54p for the idea 🫶

content: being one of dazai's girls, oneshot, i don't wanna make him ooc so ima explain a bit, the womanizer aspect of his personality is mostly getting smth in return, fling, suggestive, kissing, making out, implied nono time, im so sorry for writing this, it took me 30 minutes guys please, i think this is too suggestive im regretting my life

You don't care,

you don't give two shits that the man infront of you had been with God knows how many women, you don't care if he'd leave you crying after, right now - your stomach knotted and you felt hot and fuzzy, the taste of whiskey and Dazai's soft lips crashing against yours was the only damn thought in mind.

You don't care that the soft skin your hands cradled were once covered in the blood of the innocent, that the warm hands that gripped your hips once held another womans. There were a few things that came within spending your time with a lazy, suicidal obsessed detective; your pleasure, and your later pain. He'd be the warning of the town's talk, gossip filled with his alluring eyes and messy brown locks.

"You wanna know why I call you 'belladonna?', pretty?"

The man whispers against your swollen lips, his voice laced with estacasy and desire; you only pulled him closer by tugging on his black bolo tie, his large trenchcoat draped over you. "Because, a beautiful plant such as a belladonna could kill that of a person; I wouldn't mind dying with the the taste of your lips," he explains, hands snaking around your waist as his brunette locks poke your forehead from the proximity. "Even if they were stained with poison." Dazai's eyes darken with lust and intention, his own lips and neck were marked with your own lipstick.

"Shut up," you quip, wrapping your arms around his neck in a pure haze. "Just kiss me right now." the man chuckles darkly, leaning down to leave a trail of hot kisses down your jawline and neck, his lithe fingers tangling in your hair; basking in the warmth and sensation. "Needy, aren't we?" Dazai questions rhetorically, his lips pressing right against the spot behind your ear; making you stiffle a whine.

Dazai always treated you so delicately, as if you were made of glass. But even so, all the cautiousness never suited the former Demon Prodigy; one day, he'd be the one to shatter that glass. Who knows, maybe he's doing it right now? Maybe he'd break each corner of precious glass with your name engraved into it, but to him; you'd still be like a cracked mirror, reflecting a perfection so beautifully - or a masterpiece ripped at every edge.

"You have two choices, belladonna," he whispers, softly kissing the shell of your ear as his hands cradle your waist. "we stop now or," the detective chuckles lowly, his breath tickling your ear as he leans in to give you an ever so gentle kiss on the cheek. "take this further." Dazai rasps, his hands sliding to massage the back of your thighs. "You already know my answer, Osamu." you whisper, leaving a soft peck on his jaw; the man laughs in amusement.

"Hmm, alright," he gives a satisfied hum, pulling you closer as the brunette leaves another gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Just relax then, just relax, 'bella."

awww so cuteee!(⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠)

staring at you is something chuuya nakahara finds himself doing whenever he isn’t occupied with work.

how could he not? is it a sin to gaze at such a lovely person whom he wants to call his? perhaps, but hate the sin and love the sinner… and in all honesty, he just wants to keep gazing at you and forget the rest of the world, forget all of his work, forget all the problems.

forget the fact he hasn’t told you all the truth about himself, his occupation, and what it means for you in turn.

working at the port mafia isn’t the safest job, and he knows that firsthand, but god, he doesn’t want to risk losing you once he tells you everything.

he’s afraid, afraid of losing you to the foolish people that would connect you to him, afraid of losing you by another’s hand, afraid of losing you if he tells you everything, the ugly truth.

afraid he’ll be left behind just like all the other times in his life.

unable to look away, he succumbs to his fate: a longing glance at you is the only possible thing he can do that doesn’t gamble your safety. at least this way, he knows you’re safe, even if you don’t know everything yet.

he watches you do something with a smile, and he knows he is contradicting his past beliefs, his past self that didn’t believe in love, in romance. and now?

now he does nothing but dream about love.