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ashrose-07 · 2 months ago
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The way an entire dark Atsushi fic popped into my head
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bon apetit atsushi
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with-my-calamitous-love · 5 months ago
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WHAT IF I TOLD YOU NONE OF IT WAS ACCIDENTAL?
dazai x reader
the first night dazai saw you, he knew nothing would stop him.
for his birthday!
inspired by mastermind
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osamu dazai, for all his life, had not felt the warm bliss of love. he did not have a mothers arms to lay in, or a fathers protection to shield him. he didn't have the privilege of a second family through friends, or even the comfort of loving himself. osamu dazai was not given love, not even for a moment, so he taught himself how to gain it. he was only cryptic and machiavellian because he cared, more than he wanted to admit.
so the moment he saw you, he felt a desire stronger than ever. you wouldn't require just a simple trick or a con- no, you deserved more. he laid out the groundwork, equations in his a mind a labyrinth of desperation only you could suffice.
osamu dazai wanted you.
and he knew how to get you.
honestly, who could blame him?
dazai was a master of people. he knows how to play people like puppets to get what he wants. none of it was accidental when it came to you. the coincidental run-ins at your favorite coffee shop that was at least a 30 minute cab ride for him. the times you conveniently forgot your umbrella when you swore you packed it, and dazai just happening to be passing by on your walk home. even the time you had just been dumped by your ex-boyfriend over the phone, and dazai just happened to show up at your doorstep just checking in.
maybe you should have noticed how fabricated it was at first. but you didn’t. dazai wanted you. and he made you want him.
dazai made you want every part of him. his silky hair his deep brown eyes, his honeyed voice and his suave way of walking. he made you want all of him, the good and the bad, his charm and his want for death, his desire to be good and the deep dark past of who he once was. dazai played love like a puppet show. whenever you laid on his chest, snuggled into his warmth, or when your lips were hopelessly pressed against his, dazai knew he had you. he knew he made you want him.
whether you find out or not isn't a concern to the brunette. you love him unconditionally anyway- you're his belladonna, his love, his everything. when he kisses you, the planets and stars align as if all of the pain in his life had led him here. the empty core in his heart aches at the thought of being eased, as if afraid of being happy. but your touch melts it away. you see that he is so touch starved, so deprived of love that he just had to assess the equation of you. he did this for as much for you as he did for him, knowing that he could live through even just one more day if it meant he could love you.
he needs your fingers to intertwine with his the way a chess player needs the queen. he needs your warmth like the largest gear needs the smallest gear in a machine. he needs your reassurance like the way water needs oxygen. because osamu dazai understands a lot of things well- chess, machinery, chemical compositions, and the way you love him. he knows its a need. he knows he needs your love not like his inner child wanted candy, he knows he needs your love the way the flower needs the sun.
his eyes stir awake, sunlight filtering through the curtains of your bedroom. his skin tickles, his cheek being peppered by your kisses. a smile tugs at his lips as he stretches his arms over his head and then around you, greeting you with a "good morning" in the deepest morning voice you have ever heard. dazai was usually light sleeper, but with you he could truly rest and escape into the sheets with you.
"happy birthday, 'samu." you hum, tracing your fingers down his abdomen. every contour of his bandaged yet muscled chest screamed at you to love him with everything in you. you would kiss every inch of him- starting from his hair to the very depths of his soul if you could.
"hm?" he quips, coffee eyes slightly widening.
you chuckle. "its june 19th."
"oh."
in all honesty, his birthday is the last thing on his mind, especially when you're in front of him. you are so, so, fucking beautiful he isn’t even sure you’re real. not just beautiful in your absolutely angelic complexion, but you're beautiful simply when you're you. when you're on top of him, the new sunlight on the earth dancing on your skin. lips bruised from the night's fleeting passion, hair messy and soul absolutely smothered in him. you drove him crazy, and he'd gladly lose his mind for you.
"thank you, bella." he hums, lazily draping an arm over you, as if there was anyway he could possibly pull you closer. dazai would find a way if it meant loving you harder. never, in a million years, did he think his partner would drag him out of bed and to the living room. he rubs his eyes, finding the agency standing in your apartment, an excited atsushi and a begrudging but willing kunikida, surrounding a cake for him. he never thought it would turn out like this, this good. he's stunned for a moment- a rare emotion for the young prodigy. was... this also apart of his plan?
maybe not. but as he kissed you and whispered a passionate "thank you" into your ear, he decides that this wasn't planned- it was luck. and he loved it. funny how sometimes you just find things.
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starlightshadowsworld · 8 months ago
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You know how I know Fyodor is worse than Dazai, even while he was in the Port Mafia.
Because Fyodor would have killed Ango that night.
Maybe he would've calculated correctly that Ango would become more valuable alive than dead.
But Fyodor doesn't trust what he can't control and if it was him Ango betrayed, it shows he can't control him.
Because Fyodor wouldn't have simply sown seeds of distrust in Chuuya and the Sheep, but make Chuuya dependant on him.
It's literally what he tells Dazai to do so the waitress falls in love with her.
Fyodor would never look at Chuuya Nakahara and see a human, it's why he was so easily fooled into thinking he was anything but.
Because Fyodor would never have cared about Atsushi as anything other than the guide to the book.
Because Fyodor would never be able to comprehend befriending Oda.
Maybe in his hay day as a famous underground child assassin. But Oda "lowest on the totem pole of the Port Mafia and doesn't kill anymore" Sakunosuke?
Wouldn't give him the time of day.
Because Fyodor wouldn't see anything to gain from it.
And that's what makes Dazai different, because Dazai for all his faults and flaws is undeniably human.
He let Ango go. Did he sew seeds of distrust in the Sheep, yeah but he also told them to trust Chuuya and threw him a party. He finds him undeniably human.
He sees Atsushi as human too, has never seen him as simply his ability. He's his mentee, his friend and subordinate.
And Dazai would never, ever say that befriending Odasaku wasn't worth everything. That it didn't give him something so precious and valuable.
Dazai isn't perfect, but there's a reason it was always the Demon Prodigy. And never the Demon itself.
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gacktova · 11 months ago
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faustiantales · 4 months ago
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𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖞
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Dark Descent: Atsushi Murasakibara X fem/afab!Reader
Twisted Truths: incest, underaged sexual activities, dubcon, cunnilingus, slight somnophilia
Synopsis: It's no surprise that Atsushi loved eating sweets. That's why when he was suddenly woken up by his grumbling stomach in the middle of the night, he decided to pay a visit to his unlimited supply of ambrosia — his little sister.
Shadows Lengthen: 900+ words
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        "So sweet..." Atsushi whispered against her wet lower lips, tongue languidly licking her delicious juices that pooled out from his ministration. 
        It was around midnight that the purple-haired basketball player was struck with hunger. At first, he tried to ignore his grumbling stomach. Still, after a few minutes of trying to convince himself to ignore it, he decided to give up on the thought altogether and just go for it, or else, he would never be able to fall asleep. And so, he went straight to his little sister's bedroom.
       Atsushi always loved the taste of his little sister's pussy ever since he first got a taste. Not only did she taste amazing, but she also smelled good, too. Her smell was like strawberries fresh out of the oven. Her scent made him feel so content and warm when he had a craving for some sweetness.
        The man always tried his best to take care of his sister and treat her well. He would always treat her with something sweet to eat, believing that it will make her sweeter, thus, producing even more delicious nectar from her cunt. He was right, though—his sweet sister is delicious in every aspect, from her mouth to her skin, from her toes to her breasts, from her ass to her cunt, and all over the body.
        "More," he growled against her wetness, tongue entering her hole to ravage the insides. "Please let me taste more..."
        A moan escaped his sister's lips while he continued sucking her clit, his hands rubbing vigorously between her thighs as his tongue laved the inner flesh of hers. She shuddered as he suckled harder, her moans growing louder by the second. Atsushi thrust his long tongue inside her tight hole, feeling her muscles twitch erratically from his action. Despite the chance of waking her up, the purple-haired brother didn't stop, as if it didn't matter if his dear sister slowly stir awake from his starved ravaging of her cunt.
        And that, she did.
        "Ngh...Nii...chan...?" the girl babbled, still groggy from being awakened from her deep sleep that she could barely register the overwhelming pleasure in her nether region.
        The feeling of his strong fingers caressing her soft thighs sent her into a daze. And the sensation of his long tongue swishing through her juicy folds was the last straw for the sleeping beauty, sending her to wakefulness all the same. It was only when her eyes fluttered open that the girl realized how much she was enjoying the pleasurable sensation that his hot tongue has inflicted upon her pussy and she immediately felt embarrassed by what happened. 
        "Ah...Nii...chan~" she mewled, arching her back from the pleasure but didn't do anything to stop him.
        Atushi smiled, caressing her quivering legs soothingly. "Sorry, I woke you up. I was hungry."
        "Do...you have...to—ngh!—eat me...right now?" she panted, willing her half-asleep body not to convulse from her brother's skillful tongue. "Why don't you...eat something from the fridge? There's still...some leftovers from...dinner. Ah! Niichan!"
        The girl clenched her mattress, teeth gritted together while her eyes shot at the back of her head. Her body arched automatically when Atsushi did one pleasurable thrust of his long tongue into her battered hole, the sensation sending goosebumps all over her entire body. She was so sensitive that at this moment, it really didn't matter whether she was conscious of what he was doing, so she just couldn't stop herself from moaning and gasping and whimpering.
        "You're the tastiest," the man replied, hovering over her small, weary form overwhelmed with pleasure. Atsushi licked the juices from his mouth, purple eyes lidded with desire and insatiable desire. A devilish grin crawled to his face as soon as the words left his lips, his dark eyes glowing wickedly as he stared at the small figure beneath him. "Why should I bother eating leftovers when I have you?"
        "Just..." she panted, chest rising and falling while sweat littered her skin. She fluttered her lids open, [e/c] hues staring at her older brother's purple ones. Soon, her bottom lip puckered into a pout. "...I hate when you wake me up like that, Niichan..."
        "Sorry," his wide shoulders drooped, looking somewhat apologetic, the corner of his lips curving into a slight frown.
        "Geez... You're so needy, Niichan," she huffed, playfully rolling her eyes.
        "But you enjoyed it, right?" his grin returned, a mischievous glint in his amethyst pools.
        The girl's face flared up at his words and immediately blushed crimson from the tips of her ears to the top of her neck. She averted her gaze shyly, unable to deny her older brother's statement. At this point, no amount of pleading could change the truth, after all. So, she simply nodded in response instead.
        "Hm... How about I make it up to you? For waking you up?" Atsushi suggested, caressing her cheeks and making her turn to him.
        "How?"
        At her innocent question, the purple-haired teen grinned mischievously. "I want to fuck you. Let me make it up to you by fucking you senseless so that you can fall back to sleep from pleasure."
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📜— Return to the Shadowed Archive
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venelona · 1 year ago
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A pic I drew for my fanfic 'Write My Report' where we're doing paperwork mafia-style
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thewickedjazzy · 3 months ago
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Could u do dazai x reader with ocd?
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Featuring: Osamu Dazai x gn! ocd reader
Content: sfw, fluff, slightly angst, mention of some swearing words, I believe that's it?,
Author's note: hiiii anon, so sorry for the late response, I swear I was working on it since I received it. I'm also working on all of yall's requests - I'm not sure if you wanted a fic, drabble, or headcanon so I just did a rock paper scissors.
Word count: 1k
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❥ Dazai is a smartass, quick witted even, and don't forget that he works at the agency as a detective so of course he will quickly notice how you constantly worry about things going wrong—whether it’s leaving your water bottle uncapped or making a mistake at work. He sees you zoning out at the office, caught in a loop of anxious thoughts, and quickly deduces that it’s more than just everyday stress.
❥ At first, before really getting to know you, he was just a quiet observer. But he never judged, not even once. He’s got his own mental shit to deal with, so he knows how fucked up minds can be. He’d make mental notes of your quirks, just in case he needed to handle them during a mission or whatever.
❥ As he gets to know you better, he figures out how sweet and lovely you are—unlike the twisted side of your mind. It’s like an addiction for him; he craves that balance. He enjoys being friends with someone who has their own dark side, just like he does. Maybe you’ll understand where he's coming from, push him to be a better version of himself.
❥ It’s only after your relationship becomes official that he feels entitled to meddle in your problems. He believes that getting involved in such matters is only appropriate once there’s a solid, established connection between you. Until then, he's just an observer.
❥ You were the one who approached him first, explaining that you have OCD. You felt more anxious than you’d anticipated, having considered telling him many times before but never managing to do so because your mind held you back. He remained calm, and it was only when he revealed that he had known all along that you felt embarrassed. In his typically laid-back manner, Dazai might say, “Oh, I’ve known about your OCD for a while now. You don’t need to be embarrassed—it's actually quite endearing. It doesn’t change a thing between us. We’ll work through it together, and honestly, it’s no big deal.”
❥ One day, while on a mission with him and Atsushi, you were deeply focused on analyzing the crime scene. You managed to uncover evidence that even Dazai had missed, piecing together how the victim was killed with remarkable accuracy.
❥ Needless to say that dazai was surprised by how quickly you cracked the complex case. Even after the murderer was arrested, you continued to ramble about additional details, anxiously checking the file in your hand and worrying about missing something, though there was nothing left to find. Eventually he stopped you, gently holding both your wrists. As you looked up, apologising profusely, he simply shushed you, saying, "It's fine. The case is solved, and we’ve caught the murderer."
❥ Atsushi the poor kid he is watched the exchange between you and Dazai with curiosity. When you reluctantly handed him the file with a nod, Atsushi leaned in and whispered to Dazai, asking if you were alright. Dazai simply smiled and replied, "They're just the perfect detective, doing their job flawlessly."
❥ Dazai is surprisingly attentive to your needs when it comes to your OCD. If you’re stuck in a loop of checking something multiple times, he’ll gently steer you away from it by engaging you in conversation or distracting you with a task. He might even playfully mock himself to make you laugh, using humor to ease your anxiety. “Looks like I’ve accidentally left my keys at home for the fifth time this week. Isn’t that a catastrophe?”
❥ If you’re particularly anxious about a big case or an important event, Dazai might surprise you with a comforting gesture. He could leave little notes or small tokens of reassurance in places you’d find them, like a hidden message in your desk drawer or a comforting snack in your bag.
❥ When you’re feeling overwhelmed, Dazai has a knack for knowing when you need space and when you need company. He might give you space to deal with your thoughts but always makes sure you’re not alone. He could show up with your favorite coffee or a calming playlist, knowing just when to intervene.
❥ Dazai might not always express it directly, but he has a deep understanding of how your OCD affects you and often subtly adapts his behavior to support you. He might avoid making sudden movements or loud noises if he knows it could trigger your anxiety. His sensitivity to your needs shows how much he cares.
❥ Dazai would likely offer reassurances in his own, less conventional way. Dazai might not be that sentimental boyfriend but he makes casual but heartfelt statements that affirm his love, such as “You’re the only one who can put up with my nonsense,” or “I can truly be myself with you, without a second thought.”
❥ Dazai would be more mindful of his humor, staying away from jokes or comments that might trigger your OCD. He might use humor in a way that’s supportive and aligns with your sense of comfort rather than distress.
❥ If someone makes fun of you, Dazai would likely handle it with a blend of nonchalance and protective instinct. He might casually brush off the mockery with a witty comment, like, “Oh, they’re just jealous of your intellect,” showing his confidence in you. If needed, he would also step in to defend you.
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➵Want more of Osamu Dazai ?
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5-pp-man · 2 months ago
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Idk if anyone's ever talked abt these, but in the boueibu production images there's still some remnants of beta designs for the battle lovers!
From top to bottom; -Storyboard panels which clearly show that Yumoto was supposed to have dark hair at first. -Atsushi had shorter hair and sharper eyes (mainly his pupils). -Io had a softer bowl cut instead of the "I cut my own bangs in the bathroom mirror" thing he has now. His eyes were more open/bigger and upon closer inspection... it also looks like he had an earring? -Wom-san looking sopping wet and pathetic, like that kitten who fell face first into the milk. -And Ryuu... oh boy Ryuu. He's the whole reason i noticed the beta designs were still in here. Instead of a headband, he had hairpins, and no earrings. His haircut is still wild, but it sits completely differently. He is also small. Like. REALLY small. Smaller than Yumoto. I've placed their beta silhouettes over the final ones in the last image so you can see; everyone has pretty much the same height as their final designs except for Ryuu. -Strangely enough, I couldn't find any substantial proof for a potential En beta design. He looks slightly different in the storyboards, but so does everyone else (the boards are. REALLY rough.). His hair also looks ever so slightly different in the silhouette, but again, it's not substantial enough to say that he really did look different.
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realcannnnn · 5 months ago
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8/7/2023
Inspiration—Atsushi Sakurai’s outfit from BUCK-TICK’s performance of “Speed” on Music Station (1991).
Acrylic on Canvas 18x16.
#bucktick #visualkei #vkei #atsushi #atsushisakurai #speed
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yoursweetvalo · 5 months ago
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BUCK-TICK, 2021
show after dark in budokan photobook (2021)
scanned by me. 🦋
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ssaraexposs · 2 months ago
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He was I was
SUNSHINE MIDNIGHT RAIN
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strawbabysimp · 10 months ago
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Locked In || Dom!Murasakibara x Reader
Genre: Smut, Dark Content
Category: Dom!Murasakibara x GN!Sub!Reader
Warning(s): Fingering, Non-Con, Manipulation Tactics, Unhealthy Attachment, Penetration
Request(s): "hello! I love your knb stuff and was wondering if you could write a noncon, rough and I mean ROUGH murasakibara x reader smut, taking place in a locker room, right after practice? Some propts i'd like to see are, dirty talk, humiliation and degradation. If you are uncomfortable or want to scratch out any part of this request, feel free to do so! Hope you are interested in writing this <3 Happy new year!"
"Please can you make a heavy smut with Murasakibara"
A/N: I had to repost because Tumblr posted it half-done but shout-out to @twilight-blu3 for one of my all-time favorite requests. I'm really thankful for all those in my inbox there to inspire me and the way you wrote your request SPOKE TO ME, I ADORE YOU
You always thought he looked so graceful, his arms like the wingspan of a bird, soaring across the court in grandeur. He drew you in. You found yourself going to games outside of home, cheering him on from the sidelines as he blocked the other team's plays effortlessly, then smiling as you watched him snack innocently between playing time.
This was the night. You were finally going to confess. Another win for your team at their home game was a sign of good fortune, you thought to yourself.
You approached the locker room with anxious fervor - it was now or never.
All the other members had left but Murasakibara had been rushed with cameras and fellow fans before he had the chance to get to the locker room. You ignored the slightly stale smell of the space and sat down on one of the benches. You weren't supposed to be in here but you figured if you caught him before he was changing then there was no harm in the location (it would be a little weird to confess to him while he was half-naked, no matter how welcome the sight would be).
Think of the Devil. Murasakibara walked through the swinging doors, his steps heavy and echoing in the near-empty room. You fiddled with your hands as you slowly turned toward the direction you figured he'd come through.
You spotted purple strands high above your own head before you took note of the rest of him. He spotted you quickly. When your eyes reached his face he was already meeting your gaze.
"What are you doing here?" He questioned apathetically.
"I wanted to give you this."
Your hands held out a box of chocolates neatly wrapped with a bow, a traditional way of confessing. He hesitated in accepting but decided to fairly quick.
Murasakibara didn't eat the treats yet, opting to hold them between his large fingers instead as he peered at you waiting for more.
"Why?"
"I like you Murasakibara."
His eyes remained the same but you thought you saw his lips twinge upwards for a moment.
He approached you slowly, stopping once he was directly in front of you. The man didn't say anything, studying you for a moment. Murasakibara broke your gaze, unraveling the box's ribbon gracefully before plopping one onto his tongue faster than your anxious mind could process.
"I accept," the object of your affections stated simply. You couldn't believe the words. His emotionless expression made it even harder to trust the sincerity of his acceptance.
As your mind raced, he reached out for you, encompassing your body in his arms, tucking you against him.
"What?" You breathed.
"Isn't this what couples do?"
You smiled away from his gaze, enjoying the security of his chest when suddenly he turned you around to face the lockers.
"Murasaki-"
He cut you off. "Isn't this what couples do as well?" The purple-haired giant goaded.
You felt the bulge of his balls make contact with the top of your ass cheeks as he forced himself against you.
Your eyes widened in shock. You hadn't been expecting such an act by him, and weren't welcoming to his sudden change in demeanor. It was unfamiliar and frightening.
"Wait, can we just talk for a second?" You pleaded with the locker that pressed against your cheek.
“I thought you wanted to be with me? Was I wrong?” The towering man asked innocently.
Red flags flashed in your mind but you had wanted him for so long, you should feel grateful for his touch.
“I do,” you mumbled, your nerves restricting your throat, making it hard to move in general. Your body felt hot in all the wrong ways. It shouldn't be like this, you found yourself thinking.
"Good," he whispered against your ear, lips grazing the flesh in a taunting manner. You felt him grind deeper against the cusp of your ass and gasped.
His fingers made quick work of your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear. Murasakibara pulled your ass cheeks apart to gaze at you unabashedly. You felt your face heat up beyond what you thought was possible and a deep shame formed in your belly.
You felt him move back from you, shuffling his own clothes. You were still too immobile to glance behind you, face no-doubt marked by the locker's cruel edges.
"How long have you wanted to me with me," he asked, the ego clear in his voice.
"I've always been a fan of yours, since your middle school days. I always thought you were beautiful," you told the truth, no point in secrets as his cock tip graced your entrance.
You shuddered at the thought of the sudden intrusion before a sudden giggle caught you off guard.
"I'm not that cruel Y/N."
Your eyes widened. "How do you know my name?"
"You think I wouldn't notice the same person at every one of my games, arriving early and leaving late. I got curious and asked around."
You blushed at his words, ashamed of your own desperation now.
"No matter, I found your loyalty cute - in a pathetic sort of way."
Wettened fingers were inside you before you had time to process, the sting of the two large digits stretching your hole out painfully and fast.
"Ahhhhh!"
You screamed against the metal, your arm reaching back in an attempt to grasp his wrist. He didn't allow you to, his quick limbs halting your attempts and holding you in place with ease.
You felt him twist the digits inside of you, presumably his spit easing the way despite your body's resistance. You groaned as tears sprung to your eyes.
"It's okay to be loud," you heard the smile in his words, "I blocked the doors before we started."
You felt hope you didn't know you had leave your body. This was it. You were going to be raped by the man you had nothing but love for.
You had been so stupid.
"You're so tight. Never done it before? Or am I just that big?"
Your hole clenched down on his hand and you heard a sinister laugh from the man behind you.
"So needy," Murasakibara mumbled apprehensively, "I guess I'll have to do something about that."
You felt his fingers leave you and this time you heard the wet sound of him lubing up his dick. You gathered your last bit of will to meet his eyes, but he wasn't looking at you - only at your parts.
He intended to use you to your fullest extent and you knew it.
"Please don't," you whispered.
"Don't? You wanted me so bad before and now you're changing your mind? Don't be selfish, it's too late for that."
He grasped the back of your skull with ease, turning you back to face the locker. You squeezed your eyes shut but they burst open when you felt the first inch of his cock enter you.
"You're so tight," he moaned, "you're gonna tear it off at this rate."
His humorous comment gave you no amusement and you felt your body tighten further as he sunk deeper into you.
"Almost there," he said in a comforting tone. With one final push, he was balls deep in you, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled your ass up in the air to accommodate his height.
Never giving you much time to adjust, Atsushi began a steady pace of harsh slaps against your flesh as he pulled you apart on his dick.
It wasn't long before he fell apart himself, heavy breathes parting the hair on the back of your scalp as he huffed into the strands. You felt your wetness grow, his cum spilling out into you adding to the lubrication.
He pulled out with a wet noise, the emptiness only increasing as his seed soon began to spill down your thighs.
"I guess accepting your confession has its perks, right?"
Tears stained your cheeks, face still hidden against the locker.
"See you at the next game."
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starlightshadowsworld · 2 months ago
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“All I know is that people tend to cry when their father dies.”
Atsushi looks away from the smiling kids at their parents. He thinks of a harsh words, a hammer and a cage. A bag with no air and a bin that try as he might wouldn’t fall with his fragile body.
Of screaming and crying till his throat burned, till the blood loss made him dizzy. Begging for someone to come and save him from this hell.
“Do they cry when their kid is dying?”
He doesn’t realise he’s said it at first and he’s prepared to take it back. It was a dumb thing to say. But Dazai stops him, there’s a hurricane behind those eyes of his.
An expression that Atsushi can’t read.
Dazai thinks of a man who lost everything when he couldn’t save the children he cared for. The light leaving his eyes. The day he walked to his own death because he felt he’d lost the right to do more than write.
“From my experience, the good ones die with them.”
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gacktova · 9 months ago
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kazzwtora · 3 months ago
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Chamas no Coração
Uso pessoal
Por favor, não roubar!
Fanarts cr: @j11nko
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13th-floor-in-moonstone · 2 months ago
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GUYS LOOK AT HIM OH MY GODDDDDDDD
HE'S SO CUTE AND TINY
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