Dazai Osamu, a die hard fan of suicide, wanted to find a beautiful woman to commit a double suicide with. He searched high and low but now, it's time to search in the middle: the internet. -------------- (Bakamono: I don't own Bungou Stray Dogs. I don't own Dazai. I don't own you. But I do own the plot. Enjoy!)

🔞[ o n l y h i s ]🔞 ❝His and only his. His everything, his love, his life❞ A few short stories. →contains sexual content →also contains triggering content →read at your own risk ♡•[mafia!dazai X f!reader]•♡ [cover made by osamu-dazai-bsd on tumblr]

"𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕪, 𝕀 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕪." ◑ ━━━━━ ▣ ━━━━━ ◐ Y/n was reckless. As a high schooler, she knew it clearly when registering on a friend making app, or so she thought so. Never in her imagination would she have considered making a friend on a hooking app, especially when they were a part of the Port Mafia. Chuuya was bored out of his mind. Repetition dulled him, killing no longer satisfied, and he turned to woman and hooking apps to find at least some source of interest. After Dazai, his ex-partner had left, everything went downhill, that is, until he meets Y/n. Dazai was obsessed. Dwelling on living had been such a fragile topic in his life, that is, until Y/n joined the Detective Agency. Living up the place and bringing hope to the brunette, he can't help but fall for her. With Chuuya and Dazai both enemies, and Y/n the one cord that ties them together, it only means one thing. Chaos. ◑ ━━━━━ ▣ ━━━━━ ◐ As you know- this is a Chuuya x Reader x Dazai fanfic, it originates from the anime and manga Bungo Stray Dogs, if you haven't watched or read it- do it, trust me you won't have any regrets. The credit for the setting and most characters for this fanfic goes Sango Harukawa.

• COMPLETED • may start off slow at first, but bear with it it'll pick up • "sheomri is a demon goddess, and i took her soul. so what does that make me, nakahara chuuya?" "makes you a monster." "well, i'd say you're no different." • experimentation and captivity does a number on ones psyche. it may take years to recover, and some never do. after the port mafia saved you from the misery and torture of the organization you were forced into, you felt it only fitting to repay them with your skill. it was hard to take orders from so many people. you were unsure of how to do it, when all you had for so long was the controlling voice of one man who made sure you never disobeyed. you knew the price of that mistake. but that's not to say you don't have a mind of your own. you did, and could stick up for yourself quite well nowadays. and you were very prideful of your progress.

COMPLETED • There is no better way to describe you than a doll, living to please your owner. At the age of 11, Mori took you in from an orphanage and brought you to the Port Mafia; that's when you met Dazai and discovered your ability. At the age of 12, you become Dazai's right hand...except you aren't allowed any contact with the outside world. At 13, you hear a voice that you are told is nothing but a dream, at 14 you've become nothing but a puppet in the hands of a puppet master. At age 15 he's gone, and you are left with nothing. In the present, now 19, executive Chuuya Nakahara is given responsibility of you, but when he takes you on a mission and you don't react the way he needs you to, he starts to realize something is terribly wrong with you...he just doesn't know what. Only meeting you once in the past, what will happen when he starts piecing it all together? How will he react when he starts to care more about you than he should? What strings will he have to play to free you from your past? How deep do your wounds run? • - Trigger warnings: the usual you'd find in BSD, implications of sexual harrassment. - I will be using female pronouns. - nsfw warning in part 2 (chapter 41). • Disclaimer: I don't own the characters except for "you". The credit to the Bungou Stray Dogs world goes to the respective owners. The plot is all originally mine, however. • Thank you to Mar for making me this lovely cover. Love always. (@marster_)

Trials had become second nature to you and the pain and death barely seemed to affect you anymore. You couldn't remember how your old life was like before this, just the fear of ending up in the void. So when a new killer comes you were quite shocked by not only his beauty but by how he killed. Before you knew it- you were doing everything you could just to see him sacrifice another. Just to see him in action. Until he caught you in the act that is- and is all to eager to have a fan of his killing by his side. [potential lemons/smut. lots of blood and gore so mature readers only. in case this gets taken down you can also find it on Quotev and Ao3! just look up cutiepiedoom]