Thick Thighs, Brown Eyes And Pretty Lips.

I’m so glad they invented laying on a man’s chest

Hiii! First of all i hope you are doing well and merry early cristmas!

Could i possibly request dazai with a very touchstarved reader like genuienly you just hug and lay your head on her shoulder and she shivers and starts twitching/moving around, but it doesnt mean she doesnt like physical affection, quite the opposite, but she just isnt used to it?

You see my face in every place

☾⋆⁺₊⋆ You want affection, but it's just something your not used to...but dazai's not having it

☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Contents: Dazai x fem!reader, reader is just like me frfr, dazai being kinda lovesick, umm no real warnings tbh

☾⋆⁺₊⋆ A/N: oml anon this has been on my mind and now i have an excuse to write it tyyyy

It's not like you don't like it, it's just...strange.

The feeling of someone's arms wrapping around you, caging you to their chest felt wrong, it felt too intimate. sometimes it felt as if they were trying to swallow you whole, trapping you so you'd never leave. So, you opted for simple nods of acknowledgement when faced with someone, yet at the same time you craved the touch of another person.

Enter, Osamu Dazai.

That man; he was everything you wanted and feared in one pretty package. At first glance, you thought of him as just another pretty face; you'd seen many, after all. But the way he spoke and teased caused your heart to claw up your throat and your insides to flip upside down.

At first, you feared him.

You weren't sure about this feeling-about him. Love and fear manifest in similar ways and for someone who had known one more than the other, you chose to believe that you felt the latter towards him.

Dazai had noticed this, and in simple curiosity he had walked up behind you and planted his chin on your shoulder, hoping to get your attention.

He did not expect your reaction, to say the least. You, jumping from your chair and spinning around, gripping the armrests of your chair as your eyes widen and shock and something else.

Dazai didn't try to touch you in any way, after that.

But he still couldn't help to be drawn to you, angelic eyes looking up at him and the sweet hum that was your voice.

He was enraptured by you.

He wanted you to feel safe around him so bad, he really did. But he was scared after seeing your reaction that one time. What if he hurt you in some way? What if he scared you away? He didn't want to sully you in any way, you were too precious for the likes of him.

But of course the red string of fate bound you two together and words that never should have been known to the world slipped from drunken lips as a bottle of red liqueur smashed to the ground one night.

Yet you still shied away from any contact, whether it be the bush of hands against one another as you picked up ruby-stained shards of glass.

Dazai wanted you to open up to him, he wanted to hold you and cherish you, show his love for you in any way he could. So, he started simple;

a simple, fleeting mussing of your hair that made you wonder if it was simply the wind.

nudging his knee against yours under the desks as he leaned in to whisper something to you, passing it off as an accident.

Small, unnoticeable things.

Then, he did more.

Asking you if he could kiss your hands before he left.

A gentle hand on your shoulder that made you tense up a bit but no longer brought the horrified reaction from before.

Dazai kept this pattern until one day you found yourself in his arms, allowing yourself to indulge in his addictive touch.

Now, dazai swears he can't keep his hands off you.

Always swathing your face in delicate kisses and leaving lingering touches whenever he can. he clings onto you like vines to a tree, enveloping you and protecting you from those who'd wish harm on his love.

You're the most precious thing to him, feeling the warmth of you seeping into his cold skin as you lay with him, he feels alive. He can't imagine feeling more love and adoration enveloping him than he feels when you're there.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!

©Cheriiyaya 2023

the realization this brought me made me cry actual tears.. [not mine]

Love in a Cubicle pt.2

Errr so ty for the love on the last one this one is probably worse though 😭.

Kunikida x Dazai

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In the days that followed, Kunikida and Dazai's connection deepened beyond the walls of the detective agency. They navigated the intricacies of their relationship with an openness that surprised even themselves. As they continued to solve cases together, their teamwork became even more seamless, fueled by a shared understanding that extended beyond the professional realm.

One evening, as they strolled through the city after work, Dazai turned to Kunikida with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let's take a detour," he suggested, leading them to a small bookstore tucked away in a quiet corner. The shelves were filled with a diverse array of books, reflecting the eclectic nature of their own partnership.

Amid the book-lined aisles, Kunikida and Dazai discovered a shared love for literature that transcended their detective duties. They exchanged recommendations, their laughter echoing through the cozy store. It became a ritual for them – exploring the world of words and stories together, finding parallels between the mysteries on the pages and those in their own lives.

Their colleagues, initially surprised by the turn of events, soon witnessed the harmony between Kunikida's orderliness and Dazai's spontaneity. The office buzzed with a newfound energy, and even stern-faced superiors couldn't help but smile at the sight of the once rigid Kunikida embracing the unpredictable nature of love.

As seasons changed, so did their relationship. Kunikida and Dazai faced challenges, but their commitment to each other remained unwavering. They became a source of inspiration for those around them, a testament to the transformative power of acceptance and authenticity.

In the heart of the bustling city, Kunikida and Dazai's love story unfolded like a well-crafted novel, with each chapter revealing new depths of understanding and shared experiences. Together, they embraced the unpredictable journey of love, proving that sometimes, the most extraordinary relationships arise from the most unexpected beginnings.

𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙣 + 𝙖𝙨𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙨

note; first aot post!!! #nervous

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content warnings; modern au, anal, thigh fucking, titty fucking, anal fingering [f receiving], toys (buttplug), spanking, backshots, possessiveness, marking, nipple play, in the titty one reader has tits big enough to push together

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