{EDIT} I've changed this to Bungou Stray Dogs x Reader because I've been getting ideas for the other characters and I didn't want to create another book! Many of the stories will still be about Dazai but I'll be putting some other characters in here as well! ( ' ▽ ' )ﾉ I've also changed the story to "Mature" (☆▽☆) "As much as I love writing about a Yandere Dazai-san I also wanted to write more fluff! Stories will mostly be cute scenarios and maybe some angst ones. Requests and recommendations are welcome! If you want a certain scenario I'll be happy to write about it. (｡'▽'｡)♡"

You remembered that day. The day when Dazai betrayed the Mafia. When everything changed. Now, years later, you're going on a mission with him and Chuuya. ! Bungo Stray Dogs !

there isn't really a storyline, each scenario is different

❝she was soft as an angel but oh, she could love with the fury of a demon❞ [ 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 ] [ 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 | 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 ] © frosch, 2019

You signed up to become a part time intern at the Armed Detective Agency and it looks like your coworker, Dazai, instantly became interested in you. He volunteers to help you out as much as he can and you notice that he's getting increasingly protective of you. You feel that it's sweet but it seems like there's always just a bad feeling at the pit of your stomach.

"So you came back, huh?" She disappears for 2 years, leaving her subordinate and other friends behind. No one knew as to why she left, or why she just suddenly appears the minute a new member joins her beloved agency. dazai x oc. #1 out of 2K in BSD #1 out if 1K in Dazai

People are afraid of the dark and what lurks in it. They are afraid of her as well. And yet, Dazai Osamu-- a man drowning in the same sea of shadows that had long since become her home-- was the first to tell her that she belonged to the light.

𝐃azai x reader | They say that the act of learning, not being, but learning, to be human is linked with imitation, linked with role-modelling: meaning, a human being only became a human being by imitating others. And yet, why did you feel so "other"? You can't do this any more. You want to wake up. This is just another manifestation of your execration: your reality is just another nightmare. The vengeful God, implanted in your belly by the decadence around you, will be eaten in the maelstrom of grief and loneliness.

nsfw!BSD x reader ONE SHOTS | they're going to eat you.

d.osamu x reader | Taking refuge in a house that no one dared to even glance at the end of the street, you, (y/n) (l/n), discover that things are alive in this house. The paintings become unnaturally saturated when you walk past them, yet they dull into dusty hues when you stare at their averting eyes. The floorboards creak when no one is stepping on them, and the stairs seem to watch your every move. There is something in this house that you just cannot place a finger on.