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With twitter going down I’m probably going to archive this blog and start a new one with multifandom writing. When/if this happens I’ll let y’all know.

It’s been awhile but I’m still writing and deeply in my bsd brainrot plus other shows now.

I’ll drop an @ if I end up going through with it.

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Violets {fic} Dazai

Violets - Dazai x Reader cw: unhealthy relationship dynamics, drug use, mental manipulation, cheating                                  »»————-　♡　————-««                           Without a word he was gone only showing up in dreams and nightmares. He was a dying star that swallowed you in and kept you warm in the dark until there was nothing left of either. Dazai has only been impulsive twice in his life. Leaving the Port Mafia and taking you with him (four years later). chapter two 

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Assorted genshin stuff i drew months ago

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I am alive I’ve just been cosplaying on tiktok more lately than writing ;0;

I am nearly finished with my update on Violets after lacking Dazai inspo

Not sure what I’m feeling next tbh I’m considering scrapping chasing moonlight because the plot is meh. I want to replace it but I’m not sure with what yet. I’ve been digging fantasy AUs lately.

Hope y’all are doing good especially since s4 finally got announced 💖

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Beyond The Hills| Fae!Dazai {fic}

Another Halloween short chosen by my patrons sorry its late i was at con halloween weekend. Read on AO3                                              fic below the cut

You had been warned. Over and over again. Spindly tree branches reach over each other, a cross-hatch of dark oak that covers any starlight that would have guided you back to your village. A cold wind unceasingly blows through your hair kissing your skin with a frigid touch. For a forest so dense there are no cries of birds or rustling of rabbits hopping through the grass. There are only whispers from shadows that are said to drive a person mad. Every man, woman, and child knew not to enter the woods beyond the hillside. If you had been smart about it you would have simply let the black fox make off with your sack of gold. However, it was all you had made that week and your pantry had more dust than food in it. The moment the fox ran to the forest you knew there was something amiss. A foolish mistake. Perhaps now that bare pantry didn’t matter so much. The bramble surrounding you is sharp. Running had scraped up your skirts and legs. Your feet were sore and bloody from the wool socks rubbing up the back of your ankles. When you collapsed you swore there was a path that led out of the woods, but as you take in your surroundings there is nothing but thorned bushes and lanky trees. “Is this what you’re looking for?” A voice cuts through the silence abruptly. You whip your head around, startled by the proximity of the voice’s owner you stumble backward knocking your elbow on a rock. Honey-hued eyes gleam back at you. They would be warm if the smile accompanying them wasn’t filled with sharp teeth. The creature, what you assume is a Fae by the pointed ears that ombre black at the tips, jingles a bag of gold. Your bag. “I--yes. I’m..sorry if I disturbed you. A fox stole it and I have no food--” Fae, from the tales of your childhood, were vicious creatures that killed humans without remorse. Beautiful and charming, they lure humans to their hollows for a feast. The fae holds a slim, pointed finger to your lips. “Ah ah,” he says voice creamy and warm, “I don’t bother with reasons, the fact of the matter is that you are here. Where you should not be.” He jingles the bag in his palm watching your every move. You could feel his gaze like a hot poker to your throat. “What comes to the forest on its own accord belongs to the forest.” The gold clanks in his hand again. “And I have no use for gold.” Before you can protest his hand is on your throat. His sharp teeth catch light from the single gleam of the moon cutting through the branches high above. “D-don’t eat me! Please!” You beg, trembling. The fae blinks curiously then begins to laugh. “I do not eat human flesh any longer, I prefer the taste of sweets.” He dips his nose down to the center of your throat. “You do smell of strawberry tarts don’t you?” Dirt shifts beneath your back as he puts more of his weight on your torso. “As I said, what enters the forest on its own accord belongs to the forest. If I don’t claim you now,’ his eyes flicker upwards. You follow his gaze breath freezing in your lungs as dozens of pairs of eyes gleam down from the branches. “An inhabitant not as friendly as I will take a bite.” 

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Red Hawk| Demon!Hawks

Halloween Shorts as chosen by patrons  ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧  patreon                                  »»————-　♡　————-«« When it came down to it you knew it was a mistake. From the moment the box open to when the black pillar candles were lit on the floor. Believing in the spiritual realm wasn’t new to you, but you weren’t entirely a believer either. Always sitting on the fence of maybe and maybe not. So, when your roommate decided to test the patience of the spiritual realm you thought nothing of it. Glass of red wine in hand you both sat criss-cross on the floor in front of a black Ouija board. One hand each on the planchette swearing neither of you were moving it when the glass began to roam over letters. Red Hawk.

“The spirit of  a bird lives here?” Your roommate had laughed it off and claimed you were the one moving it. Perhaps going along with it only irritated the presence in your apartment. Instead of disputing her you simply nodded and laughed. Sipping your wine to push away the pit that had dropped in your stomach like an anchor to the seafloor. With your roommate gone home for the weekend, you were free to lounge carefree on the couch. Sleep till noon and blast your music. Eat take out from the container and ignore the rules of politeness by hogging the TV all to yourself. Despite the joyous occasion of having the apartment to yourself an eerie feeling continued to prod at your psyche the entire day. A glass you swore was in the middle of the table shattered to the floor at lunch. Music would play at random from your laptop when you hadn’t touched it all weekend. The door to the closet would let out a painful groan as it inched open. Spirits didn’t enjoy daylight, you told yourself, but you kept all the lights on when you showered. Put the television on in your room and left on the lamp at your beside when the sun went down. As you were drifting to slumber something red caught your eye. A single crimson feather floating down from above landing right on your chest. Before you could verbally question its presence to an empty apartment his clawed hands were on your shoulders. Golden eyes watching you with an intensity that kept you silent. Bright crimson horns curled out from his unruly blonde hairs. Nothing compared to his wings, though. Brilliant red expanding the length of your room. When he brushed a clawed thumb over your collarbone you couldn’t help the shudder that escaped your mouth. “I’ve been waiting for the sun to go down. You called me, what is it you want pretty thing?” His voice doesn’t match the sharp teeth in his smirking mouth. Red Hawk. “I--” he puts a finger to your lips leaning his face down until you can feel his arctic breath ghost over your trembling lips.

“We don’t need to make the decision now.” He tuts, tapping your lips as he drops his body lower. Lower. Until you feel the sturdiness of him on top of you. “I won’t leave your side, not until I get what’s mine.” His lips taste of smoke and ice, and then there is only a cold gust of where he laid on your chest accompanied by a single red feather floating overhead. 

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For You [drabble] Chuuya

from my halloween shorts chosen by patrons; link on sidebar. Patrons pick characters/scenarios each month, have early access to series updates and new fics.                                             ___________ Sunset threads through your fingers. Softer than the fine silk beneath your knees. Surrounded by the scent of roses and wine you let go of all control in your body. A sharp pinch and the haze begins again in the same way rain falls to the ground in spring. There’s beauty in its consistency yet it seems new and astonishing each time. The world fades in the corners as your heart begins to slow. Chuuya’s fingers dance along your exposed spine. The dress he picked for you tonight cascades lace two feet beyond your ankles. An elegant black mimic of flames dance up your chest leaving your entire back open to his cold hands. Chuuya only took his gloves off when he touched you like this. Almost like lovers. His fangs reach deeper until your pulse fills his ears. Each time he fed from you a bit of your life dwindled away. Closer time creeps to the eventual decaying of your heart. Chuuya, though, gave you everything. From luxury to gentle affection to endless nights that left you breathless. Chuuya hums in delight hand squeezing your waist, a subtle reminder of who you belonged to. Not to move an inch. Nothing interrupted this precious time with you, not even an itch on your nose. “Darling, you’re so sweet nothing could compare.’ Chuuya mumbles in your ear, lips coated in sweet carmine. Dizzily, you slump against his toned chest resting your cheek in the crook of his neck. Chuuya felt like stone and spoke like velvet. There was nothing in the world that could replace him. “Chuuya.” You say weakly, the faint buzzing in your head making it hard to focus. He licks his lips clean and tilts his head down. Watching the way you sway from bloodloss; each time it lasted longer. Hurt more. Took a few more days for you to recover. “What is it?” He asks, nearly sounding drunk from your sweet taste. “You won’t let me die will you?” Chuuya stills for a moment fingers drawing circles over your lower back. Pressing down until you’re slotted against him fully. “Sweetheart, we’ve talked about this.” He finally responds, eyes falling matte. “You’ll go in your sleep and I’ll bring you back again. Always.” He promises, watching you drift off against his chest. He remains still eyes slanting to the left where the small door in the wall rattles. She was rather hard to contain but soon she’d serve her purpose. A beating heart for you, and another body to satiate the wolves around the castle. “Always.”

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Under The Mask | Shinsou [fic]

Pro Hero Shinsou Hitoshi/Reader {patreon poll winner}   Shinsou just likes to know the ins and outs of his mask. That’s why he spends so much time hovering over you in the support center of the agency. Right? ao3 link

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Under The Mask | Shinsou [fic]

Pro Hero Shinsou Hitoshi/Reader {patreon poll winner}   Shinsou just likes to know the ins and outs of his mask. That's why he spends so much time hovering over you in the support center of the agency. Right? ao3 link

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Doldrums | Dazai {AU}

The Tea House is the only clean place in all of the three outlying territories; the capital and castle are overflowing with gold. There's boredom in both places and freedom in neither. Dazai finds the only way to amuse himself and you're just curious enough to agree. {fic under the cut} [ao3 link] x [patreon]

The long reign of the king ended unexpectedly. Within the first few months of the king’s death, the prodigal heir to the throne was crowned the one-hundred-and-fifteen King of Tartalya. Despite what the royal family toted to the public the new king only resembled his father in strategical demeanor. The prince’s (now king) features were prominent and sharp whereas the previous king had cheeks still plump with baby fat and a wide smile. Prince Osamu never smiled; that was the rumor anyway.

Per Tartalya tradition the new king was married within the first month of his new position. His wife, the dutchess of a rich port territory, fawned over him endlessly. A polished depiction of what Tartalya’s queen should be. Sweet, humble, and above all else, proper. Tartalya’s prior king required indisputable perfection within his court and their partners. Any imperfections were snuffed out quicker than a strong wind extinguishes a candle. The ruthless king’s only heir was no exception to these strict expectations; a rumor from the high court states the prince’s wife was picked when they were both ten years old due to her bloodline, manners, and demeanor. Rumors from the high courts were often stretched and dissected until they resembled fables, but there was truth to some extent. That is what you were taught to believe anyway. Take the words of a man with as you would an ill-cooked gift; chew with conviction then spit it out when their back is turned. You were taught this of all rumors and of all men. Of the region claimed by Tarayla’s century-old monarch, only three territories have been allowed to rule without direct sanctions from the high court or prince. They are considered the dark outliers in both qualities of life and the quality of inhabitants. These three territories provide shelter for merchants coming to port looking to gamble and drink, criminals from other territories seeking asylum, and those who are not able to afford a single room within the cheapest region of Tartayla’s kingdom. Like many of the other inhabitants born in Valnnin, your mother chose to leave you at the Tea House under the care of the Ozaki clan the day after you’d turned five. She was paid a handsome fee and signed a contract never to return to the Tea House. Supposedly, many women bear children simply to drop them at the Tea House for the reward. That rumor was not hard to believe given the state of Valnnin. Decent money offered the means to escape Valnnin to the closest region in Tartayla, Soinet, where large farms sit on rolling green hills lush with purple fruit that grows plentiful on tall trees. Anyone who made it out of Valnnin stayed out; by starvation or success. A part of you hoped your mother starved. There are worse fates in Valnnin than the Ozaki’s Tea House, though. Bred with a sharp wit and long cherry-red hair the Ozaki clan were well known all over Tartayla for their refined charisma and elegant beauty. Some of these traits were able to be passed on to the right young men and women making the courtesans of the Tea House the highest priced commodity in all of the three territories. Top earners are allowed to live in the lavish rooms on the top floor of the Tea House.  The Ozaki house, a four-tier traditional home lit with gold paper lanterns and endless vines wrapped over a cobblestone bridge, sits across the Tea House. The watchful guardian for the inhabitants of the Tea House. Other than becoming part of a legacy family in Valnnin, like the Ozaki, the best living was at the top of the Tea House. Residing in the middle, for now, was comfortable enough. “___, dear you’re staring.’ Kouyou tuts, whacking your knee with her lace fan. When her fan is fully spread the gold filigree becomes a long winding dragon sifting through the clouds. A well-known symbol of the Ozaki clan. The dragon is imprinted throughout the Tea House and stamped on the inside of each girl’s wrist in gold ink. Ownership and protection, that is what they preached while poking your skin with a hot needle. “Is that potted ivy really that intriguing? It must be with how rude you’re being during our conversation.” Her long manicured nail brushes over your nose to draw your attention. Her touch instantaneously forces your shoulders to go rigid as your eyes drop to your lap. Kouyou’s sharp nails bite at your jawline. “Don’t be rude to our company tonight. Understood?” You nod, wincing a bit at her grip. Kouyou-san only showed this type of intensity with newer girls in order to hammer in the traditions of the Tea House. You, however, had been here for fifteen long years and knew every twist and turn. Your familiarity had risen to the point that you and the other girls made wages on some of the staff’s mood based on an eyebrow quirk or tense knuckle. For the most part, you won each round. Kouyou-san did insist your looks and keen eye made for a high commodity, however, the blessings around your features were not as god-like as some of the girls. You were sure they came from a line of Queens and Goddesses long before humanity stomped over the grasslands. “Kouyou-san, I don’t understand why you won’t inform me who I am waiting for.” You shift uncomfortably in your silk robe. The pillow beneath your knees had become a hardened lump of clay that was sure to leave bruises. “Using the gold room is above my station.” “It is.” Kouyou agrees without an ounce of hesitation. If you were allowed to show your true emotions a dark frown laden with knitted brows would be reflecting back at Kouyou. Tea house manners forbade any type of backtalk, verbal or otherwise, toward the ladies of the house. It had been a long time since your feet had been whipped into a bloody mess due to your expressions. “You should be thankful a man of high caliber is interested in your company.” You exhale through your nose and adjust the pillow subtly just for something to grab and ease the tension rising up your spine. The golden room was incredibly expensive and reserved for foreign clientele or a man rich enough to buy the country twice over. What you could gather from the maids who set the room was scarcely what you could consider good information but their gossiping mouths let out that the changes were due to the man’s incredibly specific taste. Instead of immaculate gaudy golden candles, simple paper lanterns were hung in shades of red that bounced off the polished wood walls. The marble table had been replaced with a smaller traditional one stacked high with poker chips and two crystal glasses. A bottle of imported whisky more expensive than the entirety of Valnnin had been staring back at you for the better part of an hour. Jewels from all over the country were heaped into woven baskets spilling out their glittering gemstones of blues, pinks, reds, and purples. One stone looked as big as your palm. Within the baskets, bracelets, and necklaces sparkle and hang over the rim like a used handkerchief tossed in the garbage. Money can’t buy taste, you think to yourself, though you wouldn’t mind pocketing some of those jewels to sell later. Abruptly the double doors open and the lanterns are snuffed out. Above your head dangles an imported odd-shaped light with arms extending outwards holding each white candle as if it were trying to scorch the walls.  Kouyou stands to greet the unknown guest. Gliding across the wooden floor as a swan crosses a lake. You remain perfectly poised. Long red dress stretching out your arms to pool against your thighs. The Tea House provided silk garments for expensive clients that showed skin without being over-zealous. A strong dip in the back revealing your spine for wandering fingers. Bare shoulders for teeth to graze and tease. Your lips had been painted deep red to accentuate a pout worthy of a diamond necklace. Beyond Kouyou’s tall stance you barely make out the rough edges of a man much taller than Kouyou. “Enjoy your time, sir. Please, let me know if I can do anything to be more accommodating.” Kouyou’s bow is deep and longer than usual. The man doesn’t bow back.  The guards that had accompanied him to the golden room remain on the other side of the screen door once it’s closed, another uncommon occurrence. You get to your feet and walk towards the man in the same manner Kouyou did. You’d done this a hundred times. A thousand. Something high up, but there was an odd sensation growing in the pit of your stomach. Circling the pit of your belly like a serpent through the grass. “Good evening. Who do I have the pleasure of spending time with? I’m afraid my tongue has gone numb in excitement.” The man chuckles and takes a step forward; you take in his form with a simple blink. His hair is an unruly slue of dark browns overlapping each other held back by a deep ruby pin, an odd style but the capital tended to couple foreign fashion with traditional garments. The stranger is incredibly tall, thin, wearing traditional Tartayla clothing though the crest on his lapel doesn’t ring a bell. It did not mirror the crests members of the court wore nor the men stationed beneath them. Scribes, military, footmen, all members of the palace wore crests revealing their status to the world. A palace aid, even, would be able to afford the golden room for a night. “That’s a lie.” He takes another few steps towards you. Swift. His long legs easily bring him close enough for you to smell his cologne. Expensive and foreign. “I specifically told Ozaki not to speak my name. A clever way to ask without asking.” You blink rapidly but hold your ground, folding your hands politely in front of your thighs. His stare is honey lined with liquid gold. “As expected of a woman raised in the Tea House.” “I did not want to seem ill-prepared.” You finally answer, “It is uncommon to not know the name of my companion prior to meeting.” Nicknames--you roll through the most requested, but none of them fit. He bends a bit, you expect a hand on your cheek or your chin; he grips your throat. Contracting your airways with an eerily gentle touch. “You can address me as Dazai, nothing else.” His gaze remains ice cold. Something about the name bubbles up and up until your mouth unintentionally drops open just enough to let out a silent gasp. Prince Dazai. If he would let go of your chin you could bow to him but he anchors himself to the ground. “Ah, there it is. I can let go that you did not recognize me considering we let the territories exist as an extension. Not much royalty passing through here? What a scandal~”. He releases your jaw and walks over to the table in the center of the room. Out of instinct, you follow behind with your head bowed just slightly. What would the prince be doing here? You presumed when royal blood desired the flesh of someone else other than their betrothed they found it easily among the many women of the court. “Dazai, what is it you desire tonight?” Common phrases of your trade finally return once your tongue has melted off the shock. “Business.” He states, taking a seat on the plush pillows. “Come, and don’t speak unless I ask you a question.” Dazai pats his hand on his lap as he speaks. You follow his command and walk yourself to his lap. The scent of him is overwhelmingly pleasing in comparison to the other men that have requested this position. With your back against his chest, you can feel the ruffle of fabric on your bare skin from his vest, it’s an interesting sensation. You’d never felt this type of material before. “Now,” Dazai starts voice a rich smoky tenor, “you will come with me to the capital and sit just like this. You won’t speak, you won’t move, you won’t do a thing except look as you do now.” He drags his knuckles down your spine. “All you need to know is that. What lies in this room,” he lazily gestures to the jewels in the collapsing baskets, “will be your payment.” All you can do is nod dumbly. What the hell did he want you at the capital for? To be a lap ornament? What a strange request. You want to say no, to tell him you’re much more than a porcelain doll to play with. Your wit and charm has made you the favorite of so many men of his own court. Dazai presses his nose to the curve between your throat and shoulder. “You may ask one question but make it quick, I dislike having to ride home during the day.” Dazai gave you information without giving you detail. The bare-bones without an explanation or purpose, but he was the prince. You couldn’t pester him for more like your regulars who gave vague requests--of which you denied regardless of what it was. Taking a courtesan out of the Tea House was strictly forbidden. There was no amount that would interest the Ozaki women to allow their charges to leave the premises with a client. Every person had their price, though, it should have been obvious considering your line of work. “Am I to be a lap ornament for your entertainment or to prove a point to another person?” Dazai pauses his hand on your spine. For a moment your heart freezes--until he begins to laugh. Harmonious and cheerful, it almost sounds sweet but the tingle in your spine tells you otherwise. “Both,” Dazai places his hand on your thigh giving the soft flesh a tight squeeze, “but the latter. I don’t find very much of this world entertaining in the slightest.” Abruptly his teeth graze the shell of your ear as his hand wanders beneath your silk dress finding the edge of your hipbone. “This is just to waste time.”                                   __________________________ Jealousy was not something prince Dazai experienced. However, the man across from you seemed to be dripping green with it. You vaguely recognized him, a court-appointed general from the land across the sea. The name escaped you, anytime he appeared at the Tea House for your attention his words sank to the bottom of your consciousness. His conversation was as dull and his hands were fat with sausage-like fingers that didn’t know how to properly undo the knots that held your dress together at the side. He never had enough money other than to converse for twenty minutes and stare at your nude body. Prior to the meeting, Dazai had walked you through the main courtyard filled lined with enormous evergreen trees and rose bushes taller than your shoulders. Members of the royal court bowed and held their tongues as you passed. Your clothing served as a clear indicator of your position in the Tea House. Dazai had made it a point to dress you in the most elegant outfit the Tea House allowed. Draped in gold and black with hints of deep scarlet beneath the split up your thigh. The palace was, unsurprisingly,  massive in size and stature. Getting lost for hours within its corridors and monumental rooms seemed inevitable. Had Dazai let you wander from his side. “Do not speak or move without my permission.” His only warning punctuated with a sharp slap to your ass. While the meeting went on Dazai’s hands grew increasingly curious in tandem with his ever-rising boredom. Beneath the table, his fingers roamed between your legs never touching where you wanted. They drew teasing circles just outside your lower lips. Dug crescents into the meat of your inner thighs. The longer the meeting went on the higher his hands reached. Inside the deep cut of your dress to squeeze your breast while he spoke about the outcome of a fictional war the general had threatened, apparently. Something about trade prices rising. Anything happening beyond Dazai’s grip wasn’t sticking to your psyche. By the time the meeting was finished sweat was beading down the back of your neck. Your cheeks had grown hot to the touch and your clit was aching for touch. Dazai simply stood expecting you to catch yourself. “You will not be returning to the Tea House.” It was all he said before two guards escorted you down a long corridor lined with paintings of the royal bloodline.                       ___________________________________ The first time he fucked you the moon had appeared in splendor. Bright and bold against dark skies empty of stares and clouds. His wife had requested him to come to bed early. Her long dark hair falling in gentle curls illuminated by the candelabra she held in her fist. You watched from the corner of his study as Dazai used that talented tongue of his to herd her back to bed. Once the door was shut and locked with a metal key Dazai bent you over his desk and fucked you deep and slow. He left bite marks on your neck and laughed when you begged so pathetically to cum around his cock. At first, there was nothing inside him. No emotion to his touch and no passion beyond the carnal desire to fuck you when he needed release. His wife would often stare at you when you passed in the corridors trying to find some sort of entertainment. You had heard nothing of your position at the palace nor had anyone questioned your existence there. Dazai demanded you stay within his sights at all times and would punish you with hard slaps to your bare ass when you wandered too far. He was the softest after he left a red handprint on your behind. He’d cradle you in his arms and call you pretty things like a lover would. It only served to deepen your confusion in both your own feelings for him and what he wanted out of your existence in his life.                     _______________________________________ The queen’s illness came on rapidly and without a cause. She was pale with a fever and sickly looking. Her skin stretched over the bones of her face and her eyes looked glass. Nothing the doctors were doing had made a difference. She existed on her large bed surrounded by basins of water and broth, her ladies in waiting rotated washing her and feeding her the best they could. She couldn’t move on her own accord except to speak in a low muddled voice. Dazai did not visit her often. After a week she had been moved to her own room down two corridors and across from the King’s quarters. The bed was burned and the room scrubbed clean until it glistened. Dazai didn’t ask, he never did. When your room turned up empty you knew to find him in his quarters. His long legs propped up on the ottoman beside the window, fingers over his favorite book gifted by a friend long gone from this world. His touch had become gentle in the past few weeks. You presumed, at first, it was due to his grieving and perhaps guilt for the affair. Yet he did not change the frequency in which he kissed you, fucked you, held you against his chest for a few minutes before he eventually left the bed to finish whatever work he’d thrown across the floor when he grew too aggravated or bored. Nights he wanted to fall off the edge of the world he tied your hands to the bed and played with your body until sunrise. Dazai left his mark where he pleased. Nothing felt as good as his hands, his attention, his tongue. Rarely did he ever keep himself on top. No, he expected you to ride him. Make him cum while he watched you grow addicted to the feeling of his cock inside of you.                                  ______________________ Dazai had to produce an heir, he said, one morning while you’d been eating breakfast at his side. His wife could not fulfill that duty while sick. You pause for a moment and set your glass down. Looking at him as the sun rises behind his head. “You know I can’t have children.” Part of the process of becoming part of the Tea House; everyone went through the procedure. “What do you plan to do?” Dazai wipes his mouth with a napkin. “What makes you believe I haven’t already finished what I planned to do?” He places his elbows on the table and folds his fingers beneath his chin. That same gaze from the day you met him in the golden room returning to douse you in something unsettling. You blink at him and lean back in your chair. “As long as the queen remains alive you are not able to marry another. You will be expected to wait to have a child with your wife when she is well again.” Dazai tilts his head. “I don’t want children.” He says nonchalantly. “Dazai..” What makes you believe I haven’t already finished what I planned to do? “Dazai.” His grin spreads wide, eyes darkening despite the light from the windows splashing halycon all over the room. “Eat up, _____. I’m growing bored.”

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i got the new bow today and was thinking it'd look very pog with childe in his delusion outfit😳

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5.18 — bakugo’s various of expressions

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[fic] Poison Apple|Chuuya

Serpant King! Chuuya | n/sfw  ao3 link

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Needy | Hawks {fic}

Get fics like this & more earlier by subbing to my patreon & y’all can help me decide which characters to write for next :)  Hawks | NS-FWish https://archiveofourown.org/works/32351572

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I'm surprised you haven't done that already.. I think it's easier to have one blog with multiple eclectic hobbies, rather than multiple blogs for one hobby. If that makes sense.

I wanted this to be strictly writing when I was churning things out twice daily. Now that I’m going at my own pace (other than my hiatus) I feel less like this blog needs to be strictly writing 🤷🏽‍♀️

[goddamnitdazai]

Hewwo.

I am going to turn this blog into kind of a general fandom/anime blog. The few times I’m on my dash I see gifs and art and I’m just too tired to run 3 blogs.

I’ll still post writing here and tag it as such. That way I feel less constricted. At some point I will try to open up requests to mha/Bsd but I’m not sure when.

💖

[goddamnitdazai]

Needy | Hawks {fic}

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