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school started this week so i'll be relatively slow and inactive for the next 3 months <3

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HAMABE MINAMI as JABAMI YUMEKO KAKEGURUI (2018) dir. Hanabusa Tsutomu

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i am nothing if not the biggest peer pressurer when it comes to writing women from bsd and creating fem ocs for bsd

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“ my fault ? ” she crooned, taunting. “ that's a stretch. ” lips pursed as though she thought back to how it had happened, every move of hers calculated and purposeful, though her moments spent with him were a blur. a haze, a lingering taste on the tip of her tongue that she would continue to long for even moments after it had passed. the distance between them was palpable, though the pace of her heart had decreased considerably from earlier moments, she could feel the gentle thud of her pulse hitting the surface of her skin, the cages of her ribs. wondered what it would have felt like for him to reach deep inside and rip out that bloody organ of hers, throbbing and aching, heavy in his hand. it was carnage that kept them intertwined. the stickiness of her back against the floor was enought o keep her grounded in some form of reality, even as she found herself staring into those little black holes of his eyes — would she drown in them ? allow him to consume her whole ?

the weight lightened with each removal of his hold, slight breeze of stale air hitting the space between. she exhaled sharply, muscles flexing, wrist twisting to loosen. “ mm, don't do that. ” mocking pout, pale vermillions downturned, faux - innocence in batted eyes. “ don't like criers. begging, on the other hand ... ” the doctor allowed the silence to settle between them, manicured brow lifting. she could flip their positions, pin him down to the mat the way he'd pinned her, but the game had been long finished. so she only hiked her leg up further, bent at the knee, free hand moving upwards, pad of her fingers gently tracing underneath the mark. “ want me to kiss it better ? ” ivories bit down on her bottom lip before she flipped them over at last minute with the brief momentum channeled, leaving him flat against her back. not pinned, but she was straddled comfortably over his lap, hovering, both hands planted on either side of his head to hold herself up. “ gotta make sure we don't mess with your pretty face. ” / @ninkaku

molten ambers flickered over her form beneath him, hold over her body and wrist not yet relinquishing. hovering above yosano, their breaths mingled somewhere in the space between them, dazai's lips parted on something of a triumphant twitch of their corners, smug in nature but knowing all too well that this victory had been half deserved and half delivered by her willingness to lose to him for just a moment. as it stood, yosano remained one of only two people dazai still held an interest in besting, the other being his own partner, the feeling of coming out on top still managing to warm him to some degree, though small in that regard he still found it wholly anticipatory and fun to be summoned for such a game. in this particular instance he had simply received a message detailing the desired time, and he had made sure he was not one moment late.

at the mention of it, suddenly he could indeed feel the cold remnants of blood forming on his skin, the bitter sting of a graze he had ignored until now, not having wiped it on the backs of his bandages before their scuffle began. dazai had the idea to do so now, but it would mean sacrificing one point of contact against her body to clean himself up, a move in which he knew would likely end with him splayed beneath her again at her mercy. a pinch of his brow instead, the tip of his head as though asking her a silent question, lips pressed together. “ it was your fault. ” pressed lips becoming a pronounced pout, knowing he could beg for her pity and never receive it, whether he ever was to mean it or not. “ i'd like it better if you did something about it. ” a beat, eyes blinking as he steadily removed his hand from her wrist, palm open as he brought it back up to hold in an amused surrender, his knee the next item of pressure to leave her arm. a mistake that if made, dazai knew he only had himself to blame. “ call it a truce so that i can play your miserable patient ... mm? i'll even cry too, if you want. ”

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yosano in jjk is so sexy actually i just have to make it make sense

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yosano my beloved <3

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he's been trying to get her all month. has tried many different settings. just outside the office, her own apartment, and even going as far to hold the damn thing over his head himself and sidle up niiiice and close to her. with no luck. as a last resort, dazai has now strategically taped the worn bunch of mistletoe to the top of the infirmary doors, and is now waiting patiently outside the door for her to exit, after knocking with a false sense of urgency just to get her moving. when he's eventually met with the sight of her furrowed brows, he simply points upwards, as they are both now stood directly underneath it. :D

if she squinted, she could see the silhouette of him hanging outside her door through the opaque glass, magentas narrowed into slits as she waited a beat. fingers curled over the small clipboard as though she debated even getting up from her seat. out of pure spite and pettiness, of course. and amusement, in watching him suffer just a little from her pseudo - obliviousness. the doctor knew him well enough, could read him through the smallest of expressions or the small whine that'd leave his lips quietly but not so quiet that she couldn't catch it — to which she assumed was pointed on his end. her steps were slow as she approached, and movements even slower as the door opened to reveal a holly - jolly detective agent with an arguably unattractive holiday sweater and candy cane hair clips ( curtesy of kyouka ). now facing him, side leaning against the doorway, she can hear the soft music playing from the main space. she doesn't look up to see the faint tint of green hanging between their heads, just slightly out of view. “ my, you are persistent. ” ends of brims twitch as she resists a smile, failing once he shakes the mistletoe above them a bit more aggressively that the small plant is rustling with force. “ and dedicated. ”

pads of fingertips dance over the front of his sweater before clinging to the slope of it, tugging him down to her height, lashes fluttering as she breaks the focus of his intense gaze. he smells sweet, a concoction of december delicacies, and she can feel her heart thumping in her chest. no doubt he would hear it. “ you can have your gift a little early, i suppose. ” she murmurs against his lips, words nearly muffled between them as the distance is closed before she could finish speaking. arms are wrapped around his shoulders, weight shifting so that she stands up taller to fall into his embrace fully, soft hum burying in her throat when she feels his hands settle on the curve of her waist, and then tightening his hold around her frame. she doesn't care that anyone could come across them in such a state at this moment, only that his kisses make her dizzy, and that she could not get enough. it is especially challenging when she just barely manages to pull herself back, much to his reluctance, lips brushing against his as she mutters, “ you can open the rest of your present tonight. ”

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the bsd edit to enemy really solidified how down bad i am for this animanga

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kitten i’ll be honest daddy’s about to kill himself

like actually this time?

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happy birthday how would u like to perform my autopsy as a gift

while you're alive? :D

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yosano and gojo sharing a bday is so GJDSLKGJSDKGDS

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happy birthday to yosano <333

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what if we kissed

dont u have a gf

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Kunikida's secret birthday

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it's sunday so i shall post this and lose my mind a little

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manicured brow lifted, the intrigue hardly hidden as it danced in the curve of her lips, slightly twitching upwards, the mischievous glint flickering in magentas. “ ah, and he's proper ! ” with practiced ease, she accepted his offer, gloved hand 'pon gloved hand, precarious and finite barrier shielding them from a true mixture, real collaboration of fates. it would be a clean break, colors between the lines, ink settled and without smears. the live quartet had already begun playing past the introduction, a familiar tune she could recall from the records collecting dust in her apartment, instilling a faux sense of confidence. out of the corner of her eye, she could catch the target, of whom was now hot commodity. an inconvenience, really. she had hoped to finish the evening early with the paperwork completed for the following day.

and quite unexpectedly, languid movements bringing them together, limbs fixed with an unmatched ease, an unlikely pairing that molded into a perfect fit. it was the subtle guidance of his free hand towards the small of her back, tentatively closing the large gap between them. “ what shall we do about our sticky, little predicament, hm ? ” more rhetorical than anything, as though an answer laced between her words, “ nice suit, by the way. at least your taste in fine attire is not something i can question. ”

𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄  ━━          in the ellipse of gold - plated pillars  ,    in the ecru glow of crystalline chandeliers  .    once upon a time  ,   in days salient with pennies to spare  ,    he would have stood aghast at the sight of flaunted luxury  .    it is those deterrents which leave imprints alike scars in the wake of torn skin  .    now  ,    in there  ,    lay the crux  :    tendrils of splintered youth stretch into adolescence     &.    pilfer its illimitable prospects  .    𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡    ━━          to strip lungs of their breath  ,      to destroy pretty little things     &.     burn them to the ground  .   born human  ,    made to be a monster  .    and a waltz in tender synchronicity  ,    the tips of his fingers to the hollow of the lumbar curve  ?    it is a pretty little thing  .   

so when his gaze meets the depths of amethyst  ,     𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐫𝐞  ;    the idiom chosen is telling enough to convey its intendment  .    ❝    tch  !    i don't  .    ❞    digits work to smooth midnight fabrics  , .    proposes the empty palm of his hand , with no more reluctance as darkling daub upon ivory landscape  :    kouyou was very  .  .  .    intent on instilling  the courtesy of a gentle man  ,    at least  .    ❝    may i have this dance  ?    ❞

[  ☁  ]     a continuation , @heliador