SNOWFLAKES & MARSHMALLOWS . . . A Winter Evening With You Makes Dazai Realize What He’s Been Missing

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.

And Honestly I Can't Believe I get to call You Mine -- D. Osamu

contents: girl dad dazai, fluff-ity fluff, children, established relationship

A/N: Girl dad dazai? girl dadzai.

Dazai peered carefully into the crib housing his three month-old daughter, as if she'd awaken from the quietest creak of the floorboards. He rested his chin on the railing, brown irises staring at the pudgy newborn splayed out on her back. It was strange, seeing this new life that was half of him; normally he'd say that anyone who shares half of him was cursed, and while that sentiment remains he feels...a strange warmth in his heart. A foreign affection that tugged his heartstrings taunt and he couldn't help but reach out to the sleeping baby. His baby.

Dazai always felt afraid to hold her, even after she was born he hesitated before picking her squirming form from your arms. But it felt so right. He brushed his fingertips along her soft cheeks, softly prodding at the doughy fat and he felt a bit of him melt when she let out a soft yawn at the gesture. She looked like you, the hair and face shape were reminiscent to you but he couldn't deny the similarities that she had to him, the same honey-toned eyes and button nose that told her paternity.

He thought for a moment before dazai scooped her up from her crib, shushing her soft coos of sleepy confusion as she stirred. "shh, okay? Go to sleep sweetie..." He softly bounced her on his lap, kissing the fuzzy wisps of hair adorning the crown of her head.

Dazai never imagined himself with kids of his own. Sure he was good at calming fussy babies and making children laugh but a child of his own? He didn't know if he wanted to make an innocent soul bear the weight of their father's sins, to bring a child in the world only for them to have the tainted blood of a criminal, of a murderer running through their veins and poisoning them slowly.

But sitting there, with the cutest baby giggling and cooing in his lap as she grabs his shirt in her pudgy little hands, dazai realized that maybe, he didn't have to live the life of burdening his daughter with the days he long since left.

©Cheriiyaya 2024

the art of loving bakugou katsuki’s name.

You loved his name.

You remembered the first time you had heard it—Bakugou Katsuki. It wasn’t an uncommon name, but it was his. His name was easy to remember, sharp on the tongue, and impossible to forget.

And that’s the funny thing about names, isn’t it? No names were ever truly the same. It could be written with the same characters, spoken in the same pronunciation, but the person behind them made it unique.

His was different.

His was his.

Getting to know Bakugou’s name had been one of the most exciting parts of meeting him. The way it rolled off your tongue the first time you said it out loud. The way he grumbled at you when you got too familiar too quickly, scowling at you and scolding you—telling you to say it right or don’t bother at all.

You grew to whisper it in the quiet of study halls, writing it absentmindedly in the margins of your notes when you were too exhausted to focus. You had yelled it across battlefields when you were still young and reckless, had murmured it in moments of vulnerability when it was just the two of you—when the world felt smaller, safer—because he shared the world with you.

It softened over the years, how you said his name. How he let you call him Katsuki when no one else could.

You loved his name.

Because it had been yours to say back then.

And now, he shared it with someone else.

It was a cruel thing, really. To love a name, to cherish it, to include it in a solemn prayer every night just as you’re about to fall asleep, only to have it slip through your fingers.

The wedding was beautiful. Grand, as expected for someone like Bakugou.

The kind of celebration is fitting for a man who had always been larger than life, someone who fought hard and loved even harder. The bride—his wife—was stunning, radiant in a way that made you feel something you didn’t want to name.

“Do you, Bakugou Katsuki, take your—“

His name sounded different now.

You had imagined this moment before, once, a long time ago. Not like this—never like this.

You forced a smile when they exchanged vows, when they kissed, when the crowd erupted in cheers.

You lifted your glass when it was time for the toasts and laughed when it was appropriate.

You played the part of an old friend, a guest who had long since moved on.

Because today was all about him. Not you.

But when the celebration stretched into the late hours, you found yourself stepping out, out into the quiet of the evening just outside the reception hall. You had too many thoughts and too little drinks acquired at the mini bar to drown out this incessant feeling.

You closed your eyes and whispered his name once, just to hear it. Yours.

“[Last Name]?”

Your breath hitched.

You turned, and there Bakugou Katsuki was—standing at the threshold, half in shadow, looking at you the same way he always had. His tie was slightly undone, and his suit jacket draped over his arm. He looked tired. But more than that, he looked at you like he still knew you.

Like he still saw you.

That version of you that only he met and got to know well.

“Hi,” you greeted. “Congrats on getting married, by the way. All my congratulatory messages are in your gifts.”

He scoffed, though it’s quiet, barely audible.

“Right.”

. . .

His gaze lingered, searching. Searching for something that he will never find.

“You okay?”

“Of course. It’s your wedding day. Why wouldn’t I be?”

The answer was too quick, too . . . prepared.

Bakugou didn’t retaliate right away. Instead, he stepped closer, just enough that you could see the way his brows furrowed, the way his jaw tensed.

“[Last Name]—“

“Katsuki.”

His name left your lips before you could stop it, like muscle memory. Like a prayer.

You had intended to call him by his last name. A formality. A distance.

Bakugou stiffened.

You had spent years getting to know his name, understanding every way it could be spoken. The anger in it, the laughter, the quiet tenderness in the dead of night.

And now, for the first time, you didn’t know how to say it.

Because words shouldn’t hurt, they shouldn’t feel like your throat’s being repeatedly stabbed.

. . .

“I never wanted things to end like they did.”

You let out a slow breath. “Neither did I.”

But it had ended. And you both knew why.

Careers. Distance. Bad timing.

Then it all just got too much to fight for.

Because love, even if it’s meant to fight for, gets exhausting when you can no longer love that person the way you used to.

And no matter the reason, endings were still endings. It can’t be erased and rewritten. It isn’t a story on paper that can be edited with a simple pencil and eraser.

“You ever think about—“

“I don’t.” Not anymore, at least, you wanted to add.

Because thinking about it now—on his wedding day—is like disregarding all that he made for himself after you. Disregarding his wife, the one he vowed to love ‘til hell freezes over and whatnot.

“You should go,” you smiled once you heard his wife calling his name.

He lingered for a second longer, as if debating whether to say more. Then, with a nod, he turned and walked away.

You watched as Bakugou joined his wife, the woman who now shared his name, the name of the person you had loved with every fiber of your being.

The name you thought you’d share with him—and once dreamed to keep as yours.

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when katsuki’s copying your snaps so you pull a move

you sat, scattered across your bedroom with your friends. you decided you should all have a sleepover because you hadn’t hung out as a group in a while. as you all continued to giggle and watch a show on your television screen, your phone lit up.

a notification from katsuki, who you were sending photos of yourself to every couple of minutes. of course, he copied them with ease and without a care in the world.

but suddenly, your eyes widened, and you grinned like the cheshire cat. you had an amazing idea. you held the camera not too far away, and flexed your arm, showing your muscle. you giggled, would katsuki really fall for the trick and send you the same pose back?

less than a minute later, he opened the photo, but tsuyu sat next to you and leaned against her arms behind her. she asked, “are you feeling okay? you don’t appear to be interacting with the group as much.”

you nodded, “i’m okay, i’m just trying to get my boyfriend to do something,” then smiled at her clueless face. she was adorable.

you gained another notification from katsuki, so you clicked it and opened the photo.

jesus christ. his muscles were huge.

his shirt was off, and his bicep had a scar on it, he was looking into the camera with a glint in his red eyes and a smirk on his face. you blushed, and your lips stretched into a smile. you saved the photo to your camera roll, and he immediately texted you a message.

‘glad you think i look that good’

you rolled your eyes and smiled, and suddenly you heard a knock on your dorm door. the room went silent, and mina picked up the remote control and paused the show you were watching. everyone looked at each other, then at you. after a couple of seconds, there was another knock at the door and a sigh. you stood up and timidly walked over to the door, then opened it.

katsuki stood there in a black tank top with a white skull in the middle and sweatpants. his muscles still stood out even in his top and pants, and he smirked down at you, then raised his eyebrows.

you looked back at the quiet room and smiled, “don’t worry guys, it’s just katsuki!”

“y/n, he probably came here to be with you. you can let him in, you don’t have to ask us.” you smiled at kyoka’s words, then you squealed and jumped.

your boyfriend didn’t say many words, but you latched onto his bicep and tugged him into your room. he locked the bedroom door then you pushed him onto the bed to watch the show with the girls. you sat crisscrossed with him and switched positions frequently until you were comfortable.

once he laid down on your bed, you immediately followed after him and slung your leg and arm over his body. he groaned and gently pushed your head away when you tried to nuzzle into him, but you whined.

he grinned, knowing he was just trying to irritate you. he then placed his large hand on the back of your head and pulled it back closer to his body, and once everyone was looking away, he kissed your hair.

katsuki would never admit it, but he just wanted to lie down with you. didn’t care much to talk or show you anything, but wanted to be in your presence. you would always be the one to bring his mood up.

words weren’t needed to express his love for you, and vice versa.

but a couple of minutes later, the two of you were passed out, snuggled together in your bed. ochaco stood up from the bean bag and leaned over.

she whispered, “aww, look at those two! they’re adorable, i’ve never seen bakugo like this!” she placed her hands together and spinned.

but mina had a different idea.

“yeah, they’re cute, but eijiro can use this as blackmail, and so can i,” she joked. she took her phone out and made sure the flash was off, before smiling with malicious intent and looking at all the girls. they giggled, and she finally took the photo.

she sent it to eijiro, who texted back, ‘i always knew he was down bad for her’

hope u guys liked this one! tysm for so many likes on my first katsuki post

𖧹katsuki bakugou x fem reader

𖧹smut; katsuki makes you record him eating you out.

𖧹1.0k

𖧹mdni

“just like that” he says, red eyes glancing at the phone in your hand, the camera pulled up as you zoom in on the way his lips ghost over your cunt. “make sure you hold it still."

he's scheduled for a two week long mission out of the country and he needs something to tie him over.

you try— really try to keep the camera steady, but the first swipe of his tongue through your slick folds has you gasping, your entire body jolting as the camera tilts upward, catching only the crown of his spiky blonde hair. his tongue is hot, firm, and deliberate as it drags from your entrance to your clit, circling it just enough to tease but not enough to satisfy.

"fuck," you breathe, scrambling to fix the angle. you bring the phone down, focusing on his sharp jaw and the way it moves as he devours you, his lips wrapping around your clit to suck softly. you can barely suppress the moan that builds in your throat, your head pressing back into the pillow as your chest heaves.

katsuki doesn't let up, his tongue swirling around your sensitive nub with maddening precision. the lewd sounds of his mouth- wet, sticky, and unrelenting-are captured perfectly by the microphone, the obscene audio only adding to your growing arousal.

you’re so lost in the pleasure that you forget what you’re supposed to be doing, letting the phone in your hand drop until nothing but darkness can be seen.

his mouth pulls away with an audible pop, and your hazy eyes snap open at the sudden loss of contact. his brow furrows, a sharp growl rumbling from his chest. "don't make me fucking repeat myself," he snaps, his voice gruff and commanding, but the fire in his gaze betrays just how much he's enjoying watching you squirm.

he reaches up, gripping your wrist with his calloused fingers to guide your hand—and the phone— back to where he wants it. "hold it steady, or i'll make you start all over."

you whimper softly at his words, the threat sending a shiver down your spine. his eyes flash with mischief as he watches you struggle to comply, your hand trembling with the effort to keep the camera on him.

"good," he mutters, dipping his head back down between your thighs. "now don't fuck it up again."

his tongue returns to your clit, flicking and swirling and sucking with a precision that has your thighs threatening to clamp tightly around his head. his blonde hair tickles your inner thighs and the phone shakes slightly.

"katsuki," you moan, your voice high-pitched and breathless. he growls in response, his eyes snapping up to meet yours through the lens of the phone. the intensity in his gaze sends a shiver down your spine, heat pooling low in your belly. you look away.

"look at me," he commands, pulling back just enough to catch his breath. his lips are glistening, his face slick with your arousal as he nips at your inner thigh. "i want you to see this. I want you to remember who makes you fall apart like this when I'm gone."

his possessiveness ignites something inside you, and you nod weakly, barely able to process his words as his tongue returns to its assault. he's ruthless now, his movements faster and more deliberate, his lips and tongue working in tandem to push you closer to the edge. the knot in your stomach tightens, your legs beginning to shake as pleasure consumes you.

he chuckles against your core, the vibrations only adding to the unbearable pleasure. the wet sounds of his mouth working your over are obscene, loud enough to be caught on the recording. you can barely focus on keeping your composure, let alone holding the phone steady.

"you close, baby?" he asks, his voice muffled as he sucks your clit into his mouth. "I can feel you shaking. come on, let it go. let me hear those pretty fucking sounds as you cum on my tongue."

his words are your undoing. your back arches off the bed, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your climax crashes over you. the phone trembles in your hand, your grip faltering as waves of pleasure roll through you. he doesn't stop, his tongue continuing to lap at you, dragging out your orgasm until you're left a trembling, gasping mess.

when he finally pulls away, his lips are curved into a smug grin, face coated in your arousal and he couldn't look happier. "good girl," he praises, his voice low and husky. he takes the phone from your weak grip, tapping the screen to review the footage with a satisfied hum. "this'll keep me entertained while I'm gone."

you collapse back onto the bed, utterly spent, chest heaving as you catch your breath. katsuki sets the phone on the nightstand, crawling up your body until his lips hover over yours. he kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, before pulling back just enough to whisper against your mouth.

"don't think we're done yet," he murmurs, his tone dark and teasing. "i've got a whole week to make up for. might as well record me fucking that tight little pussy next."

his words make your breath hitch, and you can't help the shiver that runs through you as he smirks, his hands already roaming your body in preparation for round two.

-SUNRISE-

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – NOTE♡: had a dream abt this few nights ago and decided to turn it into a fic lmfaoo

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – paring: prince!dazai x succubus!reader (fem.)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – synopsis: feeling bored out of his mind, prince dazai decides to summon a demon to fuck on the altar

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – tw//: SUB DAZAI🤭, bratty dazai, soft dom reader, riding, blowjobs/oral(m.), teasing, edging, overstim, demons/rituals, religious themes, exhibitionism, crying, begging, praising, mentions of teaching, caught(at the end), monster fucking(no literally cuz reader is a demon), slight bribery(mori💀), inappropriate use of the phrase 'father, please forgive me'

everything was perfect, the candles lit dimly enough to brighten up the dampened room, the pillars each with their own cross, the rows of benches empty; everyone out of sight; the night where everyone sleeps, he summons a demon. a book given by mori ougai, a local doctor from the frill town of the outskirts, lay out in his palms; dropping upon seeing the glaring pink light coming from the magic circle

"use it to your hearts content," he says, "you may relieve yourself, but don't overdo it." dazai rolls his eyes at the words from the doctor, "you know mori, I don't believe in folk tales. those are for the ones beneath the chosen ones," being handed the book anyways; mori ignores the prince's words, "ah- come again? you know it's not nice to talk about your money makers.. er- citizens of your land." with his nail underneath his other nail, picking at the dirt that amassed from his long journey to the town; without a shower. "do they matter?" dazai asks, "very," mori responded, picking up an unknown concoction from his desk drawer, "ughh!!!" dazai groans, tossing his arms and head back as his legs stretch out, "I'm so boredd!! mori give me that!" dazai points to the vial being held in the doctors hand and the older man shook his head with a smile; a smile that dazai could recognize, "now, now; see here, I have something for you," waving the vial around, "I'll give you this if you try out a summoning from that book." dazai gave the older man a confused look, "summoning?"

"yes, summoning."

"but why?"

"why, you ask? well, you said it yourself, folktales are only for the ones standing on the sides; but this is a summoning journal for the ones at the top."

"no way.." with eyes wide as saucers; the whole church lit up as the furniture got tossed around as the winds picked up speed. he didn't even know how there was wind in an indoor place, but who was he to complain when a hot beauty emerged from the blinding light. staring down at him, presumably mockingly, "and who do we have here?" her angelic like tone, one that lures men with irresistible beauty, "holy..." dazai couldn't believe what he was seeing, a literal demon has spawned. in the church. where the holy communists and holy capitalists live. the demon spreads her wings, a smile adorn her face, "such place to be summoned at is quiet the memorable experience, don't you think?" she flaps her wings. now on the ground, dazai could see more of her features. horns etched onto the side of her head;tail swishing around, the tip a heart shape;no clothes on at all;the mark on her abdomen, glowing pink;talons as sharp as an eagle. she notices his staring and does a little twirl, "stop staring!~" she giggles, "I might get addicted to the attention," having walked closer to him, the demon pulls on his belt, slacks becoming undone in the matter of seconds.

"wha-!" she muffles his noise of suprise with a kiss. dazai could feel the tip of his dick being toyed with, her delicate fingers fluttering over it, occasionally giving him a stroke or two, "ha..~ oh- fuck!- hnng!~" throwing his head back as the demon slowly slides down with him, the two of them now sitting on the floor; the demon still teasing, "c'mon!!!" dazai whines, "i summoned you to fuck not to play!" rolling her eyes at his tantrum she starts stroking his dick, "suck or fuck?" she asks, "why not both?" she raises a brow; teasing smile on her face, "oh? does the lords son want to pay double the price?" she leans down, her head now next to dazai's dick, "after all.." licking a strip up his erect penis, "someone like you would be able to afford it, right?~" she opens her jaw wide, swallowing him whole, "!!!~♡" dazai's mouth went gape, as she starts bobbing her head. "wha- hgn.. HNGGN~♡ oh~ oh~ oh shit! wait- slow down! I might..-" barely managing to get out, dazai tries to pull the demon off his dick; sucking him dry seemed like her goal, but he wanted to savor every last minute of this pleasure. not listening to his pleas, she sucks; cheeks hollowing, dazai now flat on his back as he takes the pleasurable abuse. the blowjob was enough to make him feel like he's on cloud nine but not enough to make him orgasm; she was purposely giving him tiny kitten licks to his tip as soon as she pulled off him; to edge him as soon as she felt him do his final twitch.

dazai groans in frustration as soon as he's denied his orgasm again, "ughh!! you stupid slut!" he yells from the ground, "just suck and do your job!- GAAHHMNNN!!!~~♡♡♡" arching his back off the ground, he cums- white sticky substance shooting into the demon's mouth; swallowing every last drop. "oh- that was..." his chest heaves up and down as he heaves, "mmm~! yum~~" the demon grins in delight, licking her lips, "did- did you just?.." the demon nods her head, "yep~ i'm a succubus after all~" she winks playfully. welp that explained why the very first thing she did to him was suck him off. not that he was complaining though, dazai was very much enjoying being used as food. he might have to make time to visit that doctor again... to gift him an enormous amount of money as thanks. having now leveled out his breathing and regained his strength back, dazai gets up and reaches for his pants, "thanks for the good time! but i really have to get going-"

"where the hell do you think you're going?" he froze at the voice; so daunting and deep; threatening to rip his organs out alive. stopping in his tracks, dazai looks back towards the succubus who's glaring at him; murder on her mind, "um.." he says nervously, retracting his arm away from his slacks, "what's wrong?" she scoffs as she picks him up and tosses him over her shoulder? "woah-! hold on! wait, where- what are you doing???" dazai's mantra of questions were all ignored by the succubus aa she props him down on the alter, now kneeling down before him; head in between his legs as she takes his dick in her mouth again. dazai moans in suprise, "GH- Wha- what- OGH!~" he curls as he feels the intense sensation run through him; this time, she was slurping so hard he could feel his dick practically falling apart. his lips forming an o-shape as he cums, "GHHHH-~~♡♡♡" his cum shot down her throat, she took leisure in sucking him till all he let out was pained whines, begging her to stop as he couldn't take it anymore. with a pop, she pulls off dazai's poor penis, "hmph!!!" she huffed angrily, crossing her arms, "how dare you summon me and leave me high and dry!!" she scrunches, and dazai could only internally cringe. oh, so that's what this is all about.

"look.. im sorry, but i have an important event i can't miss today." dazai apologizes to the semen sucking demon. she glares at him even harsher, and he can't help but flinch. what's a human to a literal spawn of hell? okay, well, maybe there's not much difference between dazai and a spawn of hell, but he was still born human. dazai quickly took out his pocket watch and saw that it was only an hour after 3am, maybe. just maybe, he could do another round. preferably him fucking her though. "actually, maybe i can-" feeling himself being shoved down, he feels the demon straddle his lap, "can what? stay and feed me for the rest of your life?~" she teases him, grinding her soaking pussy against his dick. dazai hisses upon contact, in pleasure, "feed? sure, but not tomorrow.." he pants out, the effect of her arousal finally getting to him, "no." she repositions herself, aligning herself with his dick, "now," sinking her cunt onto his dick, both mewl in pleasure; dazai could barely formulate a single thought in his head, his eyes already rolled back as he's about to burst another load. she moans; hips never failing to stop; bouncing up and down, grinding forward, backward, sideways; never ending. "OH GOD-~~♡♡♡" dazai let's out a loud moan, "that's right, sweetheart, let it all out~♡" the succubus moans as she rides him into oblivion. one more, only one more clamp around his dick and he was seeing white, "OH~ F-FATHER!!!~♡♡♡" he cums, "P-PLEASE FORGIVE MEEeeEE!!♡♡♡~~" his voice cracks, shooting his seed up the demon's cunt. she revels in delight, spreading her wings as she cums as well- still riding out her orgasm as dazai is well into overstimulation at this point.

"pl-pleasseee!!" dazai begs, tired;overstimulated; can't help but need more of her; to ejaculate more. "what's the magic word?~" she grinds slowly, her pelvic rubbing against his, "i-" he feels her grinding slower, "NO-NONONO!! PLEASE!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEEEEASEE!!!~" he cries, frustration taking over his lithe form; he attemps to thrust upward, but the demon was using some kind of spell to hold him in place. "good boy~♡" she praised him, increasing her pace, dazai moans happily, but it still wasn't enough, "more!" he demands, but the demon only tsked in disappointment at him, "that's not what i taught you," he movements slowed again, and dazai was on the verge of crying. he could feel the eyes of the holy staring down at him with disgust, but he didn't care; never cared, so with one last attempt to regain control, the young prince opens his mouth; but was rudely interrupted by a long snake-like tongue running deep inside, exploring his cavern as well as thrusting it down his throat. dazai chokes and gags on the tongue, the slow grind of her hips never ceasing only made to fuel his anger more. despite having a spell on him, dazai attempts to thrash around- anything to gain closure, but of course, the demon had other plans. noticing his lack of response and will to fight, she rolls her hips in a way that would get him to forget about fighting back, but not enough to get off. "no~, no~, no~! bad boy!!" she humps him. that was it, the final straw that pushed him over the edge.

"IM SORRY!! PLEASE~~♡" dazai begs, crying; tears flowing, streaming down his cheeks, " 'M SORRY!!~♡" he's now doing his damn best to get his hips to thrust up, inside her soaking pussy, "FUCK!-- PLEASE, JUST!-" he wails, and finally, the succubus takes pity, "aww~ there he goes! aren't you such a goooooddd boyyyy???~" she smiles, now picking up a ferocious pace; instantly dazai cums, "GAHG-GGGHHHHHNNN-OOGG-EEE!!!!♡♡♡♡~~~" his hips finally being to lift in the air, thrusts inside the wonderful pussy as deep as he can, "GMHNMMMM!!!~♡♡" his feet are kicking in the air, as he strains his legs; back arches while his head is thrown all the way back, his eyes nowhere to be seen. his body twitched under the succubus, who only moaned as she was absorbing all of dazai's semen. "yes!~ yes;yes;yes!!~~♡" she yells in delight, her wings out and flapping, "that's it! good boy!!! cum! cum in deep!♡" with what little cum he had left in his sack, he spurts the last of it. dazai felt as if he was about to pass out, the sex having been more intense than he's ever experienced; feeling her move her hips up, his dick falling out; he tilts his head so he could see his cum; his own cum, dripping out of her along with her juices, "see all that?" she spreads her pussy's lips, "that's all your hard work~ good job!~♡" she giggles, and then topples down next to him, "do i have to feed you for the rest of the week?" he asks, but the demon turns her head and faces him with a devious smile, "for the rest of your life." dazai hums, content with whatever verbal contract he just agreed to. if it meant fucking good pussy everyday while relieving his stress, then he's all for it. dazai stares at the ceiling, nothing but the goldish hue coming from outside; it must have been sunrise already. silence consumed the atmosphere, he tilts his head to the side and finds the demon staring at him, "whats your name?" he asks, if he was going to go through a life long contract with a demon from the underworld he might as well learn her name. he could see her smile, possibly a genuine one, "y/n," he smiles at the name, "pretty. mine is dazai osamu." he sighs, just as he was about to pass the hell out, the sound of the church's door slammed open and there he heard his mother's panicked voice, "OSAMU! there you are, i was looking everywhere for you- WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!"

oh, right, today was his father's birthday...

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dazai ofc, nikolai, gojo, sanji, bokuto, oikawa, tanaka, tendou, terushima, mammon, denki + your favs !

my girl dad dazai post but now i’m thinking abt pm boss dazai as a dad …

he knows the mafia is no place for a child, but then you get pregnant, and he realizes just how badly he does wants to be a dad (even if he thinks he’ll bad at it)

he swears to himself he’ll protect her from all the bad things in the world, but it’s not just him … she’s got everyone in the port mafia wrapped around her little finger. so dazai feels a little better, knowing he’s got a handful of the most powerful ability users looking out for her <3

and she can get away with anythinggg. there is a lot of “just don’t tell your mom” happening (from dazai & everyone else). she loves that everyone has a special ability, but chuuya’s is her favorite bc he can float anything ! and she is dazai’s child so don’t doubt she is a menace !! if chuuya won’t fly her in the air, she’ll start tearing up bc she knowssss it makes him feel bad >:)

dazai has a lot going on with the port mafia, but nothing is more important than you and his daughter. he puts everything aside for the two of you !! the most devoted husband and father

dazai stops, mid sentence, looking up at the sound of the door slamming shut, little footsteps sprinting across the room. he’s in the meeting room with the execs, discussing the foreseeable future of the mafia.

“daddy! daddy!” she shouts, running with something waving wildly in her hand. you’re two steps behind, her but she’s far too quick, too excited about her newest creation to stop. “look what i made!”

and though dazai is in the middle of an important meeting, his entire body language changes, and he’s turning towards the little girl, a big smile on his face. “what did you make today, cutie?” he asks, picking her up to pull into his lap.

“mommy showed me how to paint!” she shoves the canvas into his hand, a proud grin on her face as dazai brushes away her tangled hair. “look! it’s all of us!” she says, but her l’s still sound a little like w’s, and dazai can’t help but marvel at the fact that this sweet little girl has been raised by him.

she points to herself, a stick figure with an odd-shaped head, and nothing more than two lines of dark hair. “that’s me! and there’s you and mommy!” there’s a heart painted between your heads, and it makes dazai melt, the fact that even your daughter can see all the love you have for each other.

he wants to kiss you so badly, overwhelmed by affection for the two most important people in his life.

but then his little girl is pointing to a chaotic block of red and black, painted in splatters in the corner of the canvas. “and there’s uncle chuuya!”

dazai stares at it, blinks, then bursts into a fit of laughter that has his stomach aching. there’s a little hat on top of the mess of paint, and it sends dazai into another spiral.

“let me see that!” chuuya says, grumbling as he snatches the canvas out of dazai’s hand.

“what?” your daughter asks, frowning as she pokes her dad in the face, trying to get him to stop his laughter. “is it bad, uncle chuu?”

and chuuya, who previously had a grumpy expression, softens, not wanting to break the poor girl’s heart. “no, it’s real good,” he promises, even if he’s a bit offended by the portrayal, when she made her own family look so sweet. “it looks just like me!”

dazai chokes, but finally stops laughing to himself when you flick the back of his head.

“yay!” your daughter says, throwing her arms up high, grinning at chuuya’s praise. she’s so adorable that dazai has half a mind to squeeze her tight and never let her go. “see, mommy i told you they’d like it!”

you sigh, and take her from dazai’s arms. “you were supposed to show them after the meeting.” she’s still making grabby hands at her dad as you hold her, a pout forming while she squirms in your arms, trying to escape. “sorry, ‘samu. i know you’re busy today.”

dazai leans up, standing halfway out of his chair to kiss the frown off your face. “don’t apologize, darling.” he caresses your cheek softly, before looking back at his daughter, who just wants to be nosy and listen in to the adult conversations. “i always have time for my two favorite girls.”

you smile, softening as dazai ruffles his daughter’s hair.

“i want to stay here with you!” the little girl says, and dazai laughs, closing up her fists with his palm gently as she tries to climb onto him.

“i’ll be done in just a little bit, sweetie. then, how about we have a tea party? i’ll go get you some ice cream too! but you have to listen to your mom until then, okay?”

“i’ll listen, i promise!” she squeals in excitement, and then sobers, leaning back into your arms with a serious expression. “can you bring a special guest again? maybe akutagawa this time? he hasn’t been to a tea party yet!”

dazai’s lip twitches, but he doesn’t let the smile break free. still, the mere thought of akutagawa pouring tea for his daughter is enough to have him complying with her wishes. “sure, honey. i think i can arrange that.”

girl dad dazai ! who just loves to sneak his daughter into his work. she’s his most perfect excuse to slack off, saying ‘my baby needs her daddy time’ to a ticked off kunikida

girl dad dazai ! who carrie’s his girl in a baby carrier while he works, is on the phone, in a meeting, everything. loves to be around her at all times

girl dad dazai ! buys his little girl all the most cutest outfits, even if she’s only going to be wearing them for just a year or so. absolutely loves to take pictures and sends them all to you

girl dad dazai ! helps you take care of the baby when you’ve had your hardest days at work, slouching and dark circles under your eyes. he’ll feed the baby, change her diaper, wash her, everything you are so used to doing. also makes sure to give you a sweet kiss before doing anything

girl dad dazai ! who rocks his baby girl to sleep whenever she cries, cooing at her and holding her gently in his arms, especially when it’s at night. he isn’t one to fall asleep easily, so he spends his time watching you sleep or reading a book

girl dad dazai ! who feels insecure about how he’s doing as a father, if he’s good enough for you and the baby. he needs constant reassurance, he isn’t used to this thing …

girl dad dazai ! who buys his girl anything she points to, whether it being a barbie doll, a mini house set, a bicycle too big for her size, anything. usually ends up with you scolding him and the bike in the closet for the future

girl dad dazai ! who tries his hardest not to drink so much anymore or go out drinking late at night. he also toned down the suicide jokes, noting how you frown whenever he says it in front of the child

girl dad dazai ! whom he would do anything and everything for his two favorite girls <33

01. ACROSS THE UNIVERSE . . . while reminiscing, dazai finds you again.

ft. beast!dazai + f!reader, pm boss!dazai, civilian!reader, dazai is a little bit manipulative, spoilers for beast light novel & manga

SERIES MASTERLIST

dazai knows this coffee shop.

it didn’t matter that he’d never set foot inside the building. it was all burned into his mind: the counters lined with expensive equipment and machines, perfectly washed white mugs next to paper ones with lids, the small tulip dining tables peppered around the floor and circled by wooden chairs, the scent of ground beans and homemade dough, freshly baked cookies and croissants enclosed by glass; most importantly, he remembered the ghost of your face, smiling at him from across the table.

he makes a point for his driver to go past it every day, even if it makes the route to headquarters take a few minutes longer, just to catch a glimpse of the white exterior and the fabric awning ruffling in the wind.

he never dared to go inside, until today.

he feels like an imposter as soon as he steps through the door, even more so when he takes his seat at the same table you would sit at together. the smooth bottom of the chair beneath him felt sacred. it’s the one by the window, and he can recall the soft expression on your face as you watched the people walking past in the afternoon, your knowing smile as you teased him about any dogs that trotted by. in the evening, you sought it out after a hard day’s work, tugging him with you so you could admire the way the sun’s dying rays coated his features in dripping gold.

he could see why you found such a place so comforting, the atmosphere nothing but warm and inviting. he didn’t feel like he belonged, destined to dwell in the shadows of the city.

the coffee tastes the same as he remembered, pleasantly fragrant as he brings the mug up to his lips and smooth against his throat as he swallows it down. the pastry he can still recall wiping off your cheek is plated in front of him, barely touched. it isn’t nearly as sweet without you smiling across from him, intertwined ankles swinging beneath the table, the flavor of vanilla glaze on his tongue as he kisses away the crumbs on the corner of your mouth.

he takes another sip, licking the remnants of frothed milk off his lips. his one visible eye glances to the door when he hears the tinny jingle of a bell as it opens. his mug nearly slips from his hand, tiny curved handle squeezed between his fingers desperately when he realizes who’s arrived.

it’s you.

his fantasy of you was nothing compared to how you truly looked. you’re the kind of gorgeous that steals the air from his lungs and makes it impossible not to stare. it’s in the way your hair falls down your back, his nails digging into his palm as he imagines how the strands would feel between his fingers. the smooth curve of your neck, his mouth watering as he imagines the feeling of your fluttering pulse against his lips. the cute puff of your cheeks as you politely smile at the barista welcoming you inside.

he’d only seen you in haunting memories, the lingering image of your face in his mind when he wakes up and feels for a body that isn’t actually there. he spends his time yearning for someone who he’d never had, or even known, yet here you are, within his reach.

this wasn’t manifestation; he knew that you’d be here, that’s why he came inside, after all. seeing you with his own eyes should’ve been enough to satisfy him, as if he didn’t already know everything about you, inside and out.

his gaze follows your figure as you walk to the counter when a dark something catches in the corner of his eye. it feels almost painful to look away from you, but he’s so grateful he does because that’s when he sees it: your wallet, lying pitifully on the tiled floor, right next to him. he thinks this must be some kind of a glitch, an error. 

his eyes flicker back to you. seeing you may have been enough for anyone else, but he’s always been a greedy man.

the trap practically sets itself. he extends his leg, discreetly sliding your wallet over to his side with the sole of his shoe. he bends down and picks it up, safely placing it in his coat pocket, eyes never leaving you.

“oh no,” your lips curl into the prettiest pout, hand deep in your bag as you rustle through it. his legs are already carrying him towards you. “i must’ve left my wallet at home. i swore i had it. i’m so sorry, i’ll just come back later andー”

“excuse me,” when you turn to look at him, it’s like everything has fallen into place. your eyes are even prettier than he remembered, wide and blinking, eyeing his bandages curiously. he smiles, a big, genuine one that curls without his permission. “if it’s alright, i’ll cover it.”

he pulls a sleek, black credit card out, holding it between two fingers as the barista takes it silently. he doesn’t even spare her a glance, completely enamored by the girl in front of him.

it’s like the walls of the cafe are made of paper, crumbling and peeling away, the mindless chatter of the other customers fading into static. it’s just you and him, nothing else exists. how long has he waited for this moment? gathering bits and pieces of your life into a mosaic of knowledge to ensure your safety, all while he spent his days existing within the black void of loneliness that covered him like a sheet he’d pulled over his head, it was all to find his way back to you. it isn’t until the barista clears her throat, holding the card back out for him to take, that he comes back down to earth.

“thank you,” you smile at him, and his heart stalls in his chest. “i don’t know how i would’ve gotten through my day without my coffee.”

he hums. “i feel the same about something a little stronger.”

you giggle, and his face lights up in pride. he steps the slightest bit closer, smiling hopefully.

“it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“it has?” you tilt your head, eyes scanning over his face. “i don’t remember meeting you before. i’m sorry.”

“my mistake, you’re right,” he presses his lips together, smile turning bitter. “of course you’re right. we haven’t met before. my name is dazai.”

he frowns as you’re interrupted by the barista calling your name. he watches the way your fingers curl around your cup delicately, trying not to burn your hand. the realization that your conversation is already about to end makes panic settle in his stomach, unfamiliar and heavy beneath his ribs.

you’re searching around the café aimlessly now; nearly every table is occupied by another patron. he pulls the seat from his own table out, offering you the one across from him, just like he remembered. he looks at you expectantly, tilting his head.

“are you sure?” you run your finger around the rim of your mug, looking down at your drink shyly. “i don’t want to bother you.”

“i insist,” he tries to smile genuinely, but he feels the way his lips quiver at the thought of losing you when you’re so close to him. “i’d love to have the company of a pretty lady.”

he releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding when you sit down. his knuckles brush against your back as he pushes you in until your waist is level with the edge of the table. this close, he can smell the warm undertones of your perfume, and suddenly, he recalls the ghost of your fingers brushing his hair away, kissing his skin. it stirs something in his stomach akin to homesickness.

“that’s my favorite, too,” you nod to the pastry, still abandoned on the table.

“you can have some if you’d like,” he slides the plate towards you. he sits back in his seat, crossing his legs. he’s careful not to bump his knees on the underside of the table.

you take a small bite, out of politeness, he assumes. he regrets that he can’t feed it to you himself.

“do you come here often?” you ask, mug halfway to your lips. he watches as your lip gloss leaves a stain on the edge, and feels envy curl like thorned vines in his stomach.

“no,” he folds his hands together beneath his chin. “this is my first time.”

“it’s my favorite café,” you sigh dreamily, turning your head and looking out the window. “it’s nice, right? i love the view.”

you look ethereal with the morning sun peeking through panes, emitting an angelic glow around your profile. spots of light project onto your skin, and it catches on your eyes, saturating the color of your pupils. “me too.”

it’s quiet, the kind of natural lull in a conversation that would happen between two strangers, and you’re nearly done with your coffee. he reaches into his coat, fingers wrapping around the smooth fabric of your wallet as he extracts it from his pocket. “i have something for you.”

“my wallet!” he waits for you to grow angry, but all you do is smile, eyes glistening with gratitude. “buying my coffee for me and finding this…you must be my guardian angel today.”

he blinks. his mouth goes dry, but he forces his words out anyway. “do i really look like such a nice person?”

“yes,” you answer it like it’s obvious, and for the second time that day, he feels his heart stall in his chest. “i can’t thank you enough. is there anything i can do? without you, i would’ve been miserable all day.”

“that’s…” exactly what he wanted. “not necessary.”

“please?” you pout. “at least let me repay you for the coffee.”

he has the memory of big bouquets, sugarcoated words, and flustered giggles, but looking at you face to face, all of the apparent suaveness he’d once possessed is gone.

“if you insist,” his smile wobbles. “would it be too forward of me to ask such a pretty girl out to dinner?”

BSD MASTERLIST

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