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i made a poll asking if i should draw raf with a gun and a few people voted for daniel radcliffe style [🔫]

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Sedatives and Stars ₊˚⊹

♡༊·˚ MDNI ♡༊·˚‎

♡‧₊˚ hi, hello and welcome to another installment of my euphoria drabbles. oh the irony of returning from the dead with a dazai fic— this theme had originally started off as somewhat jjk-centric (megumi's story can be found here and gojo's here) but branching out and creating this lil world for bsd felt very correct. a huge shout out to the anon who suggested this, thank you for being so patient with me, ((i'm so sorry this took 45 years, ily ♡)) 3.5k words. heavy praise. switch!dazai. tw for drugs / slight coercion ♡ dazai was many things - a shapeshifter, a master manipulator, but above all, he was exhausted. searching for relief from the stress of the ada and all of his past trauma, he finds himself wandering the familiar halls of a downtown loft in yokohama where he discovers a set of eyes that are more powerful than any downer he's ever tried… ♡‧₊˚

Nothing about Osamu Dazai's life had been normal, let alone easy. He'd spent the majority of his formative years making a bar feel like home when he wasn't busy climbing the ranks at one of Yokohama's most notorious criminal organizations. He was cunning, charismatic, and condemningly adaptable, perfecting the art of shapeshifting at a very young age.

It was effortless the way he was able to blend in with his surroundings, almost diabolical how easy it was for him to sway people. Every move he made served a purpose. Every persona he created was used as a tool to push him forward.

He had lived more lives than he could count in the 22 years he'd been on Earth and he was tired. Exhausted from the roles he'd been forced into. Drained from all of the different faces he'd had to wear. He'd been so malleable for so long that he wasn't even sure what shape he would take when no one was around. What his personality could look like when it wasn't being tailor-made for others.

He slid through the packed living room with ease, blending into the blur of smoke and iridescent lighting that overshadowed the sea of people who were grinding against each other to the beat of that one Labrinth song. After a grueling week of lackluster missions and mindless paperwork from the ADA, this was his release. His own personal reward for holding himself together and not completely losing his shit on his coworkers no matter how close he might've come.

He headed to the kitchen, finishing off his drink before setting it on the counter when a particular shade of cerulean caught his eye. It was arguably his most useless talent, the way that he was able to spot the gravity manipulator in a minute or less no matter how crowded a room was. Useless– but still a talent, nonetheless.

"Chuuuuya." He mused, walking towards the redhead as he dabbed at the corner of his nose, erasing away the remnants of the line of white powder that had just snorted.

"'The fuck you want, mackerel?"

This was the one place that they could both coexist somewhat peacefully. The only place where their opposition to each other was able to take a backseat. As much as neither one of them wanted to admit it, they had more similarities than they cared to elaborate on.

Chuuya needed a break from reality just as desperately as Dazai did and this upscale loft in downtown Yokohama had become their middle ground. They weren't friends. Weren't allies. Weren't even hardly on speaking terms most of the time, but they were tolerant. Tolerant and quietly understanding of each other's struggles.

More importantly though, Chuuya always had just what he needed.

A small smile tugged at the corner of Dazai's mouth as he snaked his arm around his shoulder, carrying on with their banter. From the outside looking in, it was a meaningless gesture. But to the two of them, it was a well-known exchange. One that took place nearly every weekend.

Dazai slipped a generous amount of yen into the inside pocket of Chuuya's jacket before he turned to face him. The same grin still laid across his face as a gloved hand shoved two separate baggies into the front pocket of his shirt.

"Always a pleasure doin' business with ya." Dazai schmoozed.

"Go to hell." Chuuya gritted.

But just as the two were about to part ways for the night, the brunet found himself frozen in place. Under the haze of familiar blue and purple lights, was something entirely unfamiliar. A sight pleasing enough to make his overactive brain stop its usual insanity for just a moment to soak in what he could only describe as true beauty.

"Who is that?" He asked, his attention still completely stolen.

"Does it look like I know every girl here?" Chuuya tsked.

"Obviously not." Dazai countered, shooting him one final smirk as he waltzed away before Chuuya had the chance to rebuttal.

He continued to study you as he eased his way through the crowd, wondering why someone with such kind features would turn up at a party like this alone. Even to those who weren't aware of the type of people that frequented this place, it wasn't hard to tell by looking at them that they weren't the most trustworthy.

You looked lost, in more ways than one. An intimate sort of sadness radiated off of you, even from across the room. Dazai set his drink atop the fireplace where you were standing and joined in on your people-watching.

"Enjoying the view of Yokohama’s most wanted?”

You let out a small laugh, having no way of knowing just how honest his question was as your eyes trailed over to him. “I’ve been to worse parties.”

"I highly doubt that." He smiled, silently counting the number of people that he'd almost killed at one point.

"What about you?" You asked, derailing his train of thought. "Are you part of 'Yokohama's most wanted' too?"

The smirk that split across his face made the blood dance in your veins. "Me?" He mused. "Depends on the day."

There was something deceptively inviting about the way he carried himself. The truths that he'd let slip out so easily they almost didn't feel as threatening as they should've. You didn't know where his integrity ended and where his deceit began, but with the way he was looking at you, you almost didn't care. His brown eyes were alluring and impossibly hard not to get lost in.

You took another swig of your drink, the bitter sting of cherry whiskey coating your throat as the music grew louder and more people flooded into the already packed living room.

"Surely you didn't come here just to observe this nonsense." He said, his stare shamelessly roaming along the curves of your body. "I hate to break it you, but you're far too pretty to pass as a wallflower in a place like this."

If he was anyone else, maybe his flattery wouldn't have worked as well as it was, but there was something about his demeanor that made you want more. More praises. More compliments. More of whatever he was willing to give you. After the last month of distress you'd been dealt by your ex, watching his eyes drift over you made something inside you ache.

You fought past the fluttering feeling that had invaded your stomach, tilting your head at him as you took in his sharp features. "Actually, being a wallflower was working pretty well until you showed up."

He let out a semblance of a laugh, his eyes narrowed but amused while he downed the rest of his drink. "And how does it make you feel?" he quipped, his fingertips just barely brushing against the top of your hand as you blinked back at him. "Being seen?"

You couldn't tell if the warmth that had spread over you was from the alcohol or the way he was looking at you, but the blood that had rushed to your cheeks was giving him all the answer he needed.

He set his drink down on the mantle again before turning to you, gently offering his hand out as your eyes met again. There was something about him that screamed "run" but the way his gaze slightly softened the longer he looked at you made you forget in which direction. This was your one chance to back out– to return back to your comfortable seclusion or take his bandaged hand and see where it led you.

You shot him another faint smile, steadying yourself as you reached out to let his fingers lace into yours, his grip gentle but firm as he led you upstairs.

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The room was jarringly quiet in comparison to the rest of the house– nothing but a bed and an empty dresser occupying it. From what you'd gathered it must've been some sort of guestroom though it was hard to imagine that anyone would stop by and willingly spend the night in a place like this.

Dazai took a seat on the edge of the bed beside you, reaching into his coat pocket as he stretched his legs out while lazily pouring the contents of it onto a book he'd found on the floor. You watched him with quiet curiosity, his movements flippant but precise as he used the side of his pinky to split the powder into two even lines.

The consistency of it was unfamiliar, the color of it almost iridescent– a sort of off-white that reflected a blue tint under the right lighting. "What is that?" You finally asked, finding yourself scooting closer to him to get a better look at it.

"A research chemical." He said simply as he continued to divvy it up. "As of right now, it's exclusively a black-market drug with only one facility in Yokohama making it– really hard to get your hands on it unless you know the right people." A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as his eyes briefly met yours. "But lucky for you, I know just about every shadowy place that exists in this city."

You shifted slightly, trying to mimic his nonchalance as you nodded back at him despite how hard your mind was suddenly racing. The relaxed way he explained something so potentially dangerous only led to more questions than answers about who he must actually be outside these walls– he was careless and magnetic, like he belonged everywhere and nowhere at once.

"What does it do?" Your voice had nearly dropped down to a whisper on the last word as he leaned in closer to you, every small detail of his face becoming visible while his free hand lightly brushed across the top of your shoulder.

"Only one way to find out." He mused, his grin sharp enough to make even the devil himself feel self-conscious.

You swallowed hard, noticing the way his eyes trailed over you. Sharp and calculating, picking up on every little shift in your mannerisms. You quickly realized that there was no way to hide your feelings from him. No sense in even trying really. Your nervousness, your excitement, your adrenaline– they all might as well have been accessories that you had on full display for him to see with how thoroughly he looked into you rather than just at you.

"You'll be okay," he assured you, "one little line and this room won't seem near as bleak." His voice was like a blade wrapped in silk– soft and disarming despite the threat that hid just beneath his tone. "You might even think my jokes are funny if you take enough."

That earned him a genuine smile from you as you leaned down, letting him hold the book up for you while you pressed a finger to the side of your nose and inhaled the cosmic-looking powder with ease.

It was barely noticeable at first, the sedative-like high creeping up on you softly– cautiously so, like it was holding your hand as it seeped into your system. Your body was relaxed, your mind flooded with a tidal wave of dopamine. It was a familiar feeling, similar to that place between awake and asleep– that comfortable consciousness that usually only existed in fleeting hours of the night.

You felt... good. Really good and so did... he.

His touch was featherlight as his fingers drifted over your arm, his dark eyes glossy and filled with the same sense of dreaminess that you were under.

"Not too bad, right?"

You shook your head, a smile you couldn't quite contain cutting across your face as you looked back at him with stars clouding your vision. He was right– your surroundings weren't nearly as dull as they were before. It felt like color had returned to the world after months of everything being soaked in gray.

"Do you do this a lot?" You found yourself scooting slightly closer to him as he smiled back at you.

"Only every weekend." He shrugged, setting the book on the nightstand before laying back on the bed with his arms rested behind his head. "What's life without a little release?"

There it was again– that nonchalant honesty of his, the one that made his bad habits sound more justified than concerning.

"What about you?" He countered, his fingers returning to your the back of your arm as they traced hazy patterns along your skin. "Is doing drugs with a stranger part of your usual Friday night routine?"

He already knew the answer from the ten minutes he'd spent observing you, but he still asked anyway– amused by the way it made your shoulders stiffen as you turned to face him.

"No," you exhaled. "But with how things have been going lately, I think I needed this."

He could see the shift in your demeanor– the unapologetic vulnerability that had stripped away your defenses as you settled yourself next to him, resting your head on his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.

This was exactly why he flocked to places like this, why he preferred to spend his money on recreational bliss rather than anything that would actually sustain him. He hated formalities. Hated small talk and having to pretend to care about trivial things like careers and weather and whatever other mundane topics would push a conversation forward.

Drugs had become a fast-forward button for him. A shortcut that allowed him to skip past pleasantries and social barriers and get straight to the root of what made a person tick. He welcomed the warmth of your body against his without question, his fingers lightly running through your hair as he left room for you to keep talking. Sure, he could figure out your weaknesses on his own, but there was something so much more intimate about drawing it out of you without putting forth any real effort.

He listened, nodding every so often as you opened up about your last relationship– how messy the ending had been and how it'd left you with more questions than answers. The way you looked at yourself differently some days, wondering if there was more you could've done despite how much you'd already sacrificed of yourself trying to make it work.

The world he lived in was made up of so much carnage and existential dread that it was almost... refreshing to hear about your problems. To know that there were still people out there living regular lives– falling in love, experiencing heartbreak, letting themselves be cracked open and consumed by their own feelings. He'd certainly never have that luxury, but he was glad that you did even if you couldn't see the silver-lining of it all.

His hand roamed along the small of your back as you lifted your head up so that your face was only centimeters away from his.

"Can I tell you something stupid?"

Another faint smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, "I think I'd be offended if you didn't."

Between the way he was looking at you and the substances in your system, you felt an odd sense of security– confidence that you'd lost somewhere along the way returning back to you with each glance and touch he gave you.

"I haven't–" Warmth brushed across your cheeks when you realized what you were about to say but there was no such thing as stopping yourself with how high you were. "I haven't been with anyone else since we broke up."

It was tangible, the way the air between the two of you suddenly thickened.

"Oh?"

He didn't say anything else at first, giving you a chance to back-pedal as his eyes traced over you. Even in his altered state of mind, he was still plotting his next move– still reading your every movement, but when you didn't back down... When you didn't try to change the subject or pull away from him...

He felt the walls of carefully crafted composure begin to crack.

"That's tragic," he finally said, his tone serious despite the taunting nature of his words, his hands steady and warm as he slowly guided you on top of him. "Heartbreak followed by celibacy? I couldn't imagine a crueler fate."

You nodded back at him with an exaggerated pout, fighting back a smile as you hovered above him with your thighs now straddling his waist.

The dwindling, logical part of your brain knew that he was too good to be true– knew that anyone who was this sure of themselves and this easy to trust couldn't come without some sort of underlying stipulation. But that thought didn't stand a chance against the way he was looking at you. The way his lips parted and his pupils dilated as he began to undo the button of your shorts.

"Tonight's all about you," he said decisively, his grip tightening on your waist. "Anything you want, anything you need." Your heart slammed into your chest as he pulled you down towards him, his lips just barely grazing yours. "I want you to take it– take back some of that power that you lost."

Your breathing hitched, his stare soft but commanding as his hand trailed across your jawline, his thumb ghosting your bottom lip before he closed the already small gap between you.

His mouth was warm and inviting, his fingers brushing against the side of your neck as his tongue swirled against yours with controlled tenderness. He kissed you exactly how he talked to you– easily and deliberately, like he'd done it a million times before.

His movements were unhurried, his other hand still resting on your waist, fingers looping into the hem of your shorts as he helped slide them down over your thighs while still keeping you on top of him.

You were thankful for whatever magical component had been in that powder you both snorted because there was no hesitation between either of you. Your hips gravitated towards his unapologetically as you deepened the kiss– your center grinding against his without a second thought. You could feel him growing hard beneath you, heady little noises slipping out from both of you while you began to undo his belt.

It felt like there was electricity dancing right under your skin– every little movement feeling better than the last as you pushed his head to the side and began kissing along his neck, reeling in the needy way he kept pushing you further down onto him. It wasn't like you'd never been on top before, but you'd certainly never been this comfortable while doing it. He was putty in your hands, completely willing and ready to do anything you wanted him to and there was something about that alone that made you ache.

You continued your descent down his neck, past his collarbones, leaving a trail of goosebumps in your wake with each spot your lips pressed against. He was surprisingly sensitive as you kissed along his chest, your teeth lightly digging into his skin every so often, earning you even more breathy little noises from him.

Your fingers traced over his v-line, a small smile spreading across your face as you looked up at him through heavy lashes while you carefully undid his zipper, freeing him from the fabric that was separating the two of you.

"Oh, fuck."

He couldn't stop the moan that escaped him when your palm met the base of his cock, your grip gentle but firm as you started to move uppp and downnn at just the right pace while your tongue flattened against his tip.

You took him into your mouth slow. Sinking down inch by inch, your lips wet and stretched tight, your throat working to swallow him deeper as the headiest little noises spilled out of him. You gripped his thighs for balance, nails leaving little crescents in his skin.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, head falling back against the mattress. “Perfect little mouth- perfect fucking girl— hah.”

Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked him deeper, your throat relaxing as your nose brushed his abdomen. He let out a strangled gasp, his hands twitching before one finally found your hair, fingers curling tight.

“Just like that,” Dazai breathed, his voice low and ragged. “Don’t stop- please don’t stop.”

You could feel his thighs tense beneath your hands, a smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth with the way his hips twitched as you built a rhythm that had him nearly whimpering. Your eyes flicked up at him, taking in how pretty and lost he looked to your touch. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this in control- this wanted.

You pulled back with a wet pop just long enough to stroke him a few times, letting a string of saliva keep you connected before you licked along a thick vein, leaving soft kisses all the way up his length. His brown eyes were cloudy- chest heaving, lips parted, his bandaged hands greedily pulling you closer.

You barely had a chance to wipe your mouth before his grip was tightening around your wrist, tugging you up and onto him like he might die if he couldn’t feel you wrapped around him right that very second.

His other hand slipped to your waist as you straddled his hips again, still dazed from the sounds he’d made moments before. He kissed you like he needed it- like he wanted to know what it felt like when he was in your mouth and on your terms. His tongue slipping between your lips, groaning low when he tasted himself on your tongue.

You weren’t sure if it was the drugs or the urgency of it all or just the simple fact that he looked and sounded so pretty underneath you, but you couldn’t help but return the smile he shot you. Both of you breathing into each other’s mouths. Hands roaming everywhere. Not a single part of either of you left untouched.

Your thighs trembled against him, his mouth still on yours as you lined yourself up with him- your pupils blooming at the way the head of his cock brushed against your entrance.

“Go slow,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. “I wanna feel the way I stretch you.”

You sank down carefully, letting his tip push into you- your palms pressing into his chest, your mouth falling open with a gasp you couldn’t quite contain.

“Oh my god.”

You watched his jaw clench, the muscles in his abdomen twitch as he tried his best not to grab your hips and pull you down further. For this being his idea he seemed to be struggling with it a lot more than you were.

“You wanted this,” you whispered against his lips, “you said slow, remember?”

“I know,” His voice cracked, fingertips digging into your sides. “You’re just— fuck, you’re so tight.”

You smiled, letting yourself sink another inch as you felt him twitch inside you.

It was somehow too much and not nearly enough, your walls fluttering around him- adjusting, clenching, driving him absolutely fucking insane. You could feel every pulse, every tremble, every involuntary shiver he tried to swallow down.

By the time you finally bottomed out, both of you went still. The air in the room suddenly gone as his eyes locked with yours. “This is all about you,” his words were heavier the second time he said it, his brown irises completely glazed over. “Use me. Take whatever you need.”

There was something about the way he said it that made you clench harder, drawing another groan out of him as your hips started to roll. You were drenched and desperate, heat coiling in your lower belly as you started to find your rhythm. Soft little noises bouncing off the walls as you took him in- your walls so snug and gushy around his base.

You were grinding against him, lifting up and down in a punishing pace, your nails tearing into his shoulder just to try and keep yourself upright. He filled you so deep it made your vision blur- made you forget that anything else outside of this shitty penthouse even existed.

You leaned down and kissed him again, a messy, breathless kiss that tasted like need and sweat.

“Don’t stop looking at me,” he groaned, his fingers brushing your cheek like he didn’t know whether to hold you or slam into you harder.

You nodded back at him feverishly as your hips kept moving—slow and deep, circling, lifting just enough to make him whine before dropping back down and swallowing him whole again.

“You feel so good,” you whimpered, your nipple slipping between your ring and index finger as you struggled to hold his stare. “You feel so fucking good-”

“Yeah? So fucking good, huh?” His tone was equal parts soothing and mocking, his hips tilting up to give you more as he watched you start to unravel. “Let me feel it then. Give it to me, angel. Let me see how good it feels.”

You rocked forward, nearly falling into his chest chasing the friction you needed. Your rhythm growing more frantic- grinding down between strokes, moaning as his tip kissed that sweet spot inside just right, over and over.

You were dizzy. From the rhythm. From the stretch. From the way he smirked back at you as he watched you ride him- an odd sense of pride and infatuation creeping over him the harder you chased your release.

Your head dropped to his shoulder as you kept going, your hips stuttering but still relentless- you were right there and you both knew it.

“That’s it,” his voice was rough in your ear, his hands skimming up and down your back like he was trying to soothe you even while he was buried inside. “So pretty when you can’t think. So beautiful when you fuckin’ take it.”

You were babbling- incoherent little nothings as your body locked up, walls clenching around him like a vice grip while white flooded your vision. The room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin against skin and the way you couldn’t stop saying his name.

He felt it. Every flutter, every shift, every soaked, slick squeeze of your cunt pulling him in. His hands gripped your hips tighter, his breath suddenly caught in his throat. “Shit-” he panted, head thrown back as he finally let himself thrust up into you properly.

Dazai held you there for a moment- his warmth spilling deep into you as he followed you straight over the edge. The sound he made wasn’t just relief- it was awe.

You collapsed against him, both of you soaked in sweat and still gasping for air, chests pressed together like you didn’t know how to let go. His arms wrapped around you without hesitation, cradling you as your brain gradually caught back up with your body.

He smiled slightly to himself as his fingers continued to trace over you, the research chemical still softening the bleak cream-colored walls that surrounded the two of you like they were part of some distant, dissolving dream.

You were quiet, your body melting against his- skin flushed and warm, your eyelids fluttering as the afterglow settled between you.

“You know,” he mused, a stupid smirk tangled into his voice, “this is my favorite time of year.”

You shifted against him with a small hum. “That so?”

“Mhm.” His lips grazed your temple. “That fleeting little window… right before everything bursts into summer.”

There was a pause and then—

“When wallflowers bloom.”

You blinked up at him but he didn’t bother to elaborate any further than that because you both knew what he meant. Because even in this messy little corner of the Yokohama- in this half-lit guest room where nothing was certain except for the way that he looked at you and the drugs in your system, you had still bloomed for him anyway.

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୨ৎ MDNI. this is the first fic i've really posted that's come with a caution sign, but dark content ahead, you have been warned ♡ this was originally an oc x dazai but i converted into dazai x fem!reader for all of you who wanted to read it ♡ a bit yandere on both dazai and reader's part. full submission. degradation and praise. gunplay. dom!dazai ((fucking yum)). lemme know whatcha think, luv you ♡୨ৎ

take me, take me back to your bed i love you so much that it hurts my head. say I don't mind you under my skin i'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in... ─★ now playing: degausser

You had always known what and who Osamu Dazai was. The parts of him that he’d given you and the parts of him that he tried to hide– they were both engrained into your mind. Clawed and carved into your heart no matter how much he attempted to conceal off pieces of himself that he didn’t want you to have access to.

He'd learned pretty early on in your relationship that there was no such thing as avoiding you, not just because of your Mind Glimpse, but because of who you were as a person. The sheer lengths that you'd go just to get to him were hopeless and absolutely devoid of all logic. 

At 16, you'd tattooed his initial on your forearm when Mori tried to put an end to your relationship. Nearly killed yourself a couple of years later when you somehow managed to teleport all the way from Port Mafia to his apartment, collapsing in his living room from overusing your ability all because he wouldn't answer your calls. There was no obstacle or barrier strong enough to stop you from gravitating towards him the way you did and the worst part was, Osamu... liked your earth-shattering devotion to him.

He'd never experienced love before and he'd certainly never experienced… whatever it was between the two of you before either, but there was something about your raw and unapologetic honesty that captivated him. He’d spent so much of his life being conditioned to lie and manipulate to get others to bend to his will and yet, you... would happily break yourself for him just because.

You'd do anything, really. Any request, no matter the cost. Any command, no matter the risk. Any hoop, no matter the height– you'd always find a way, finishing the task with with wide eyes and a smile. “Like that? Was that good?” You might as well have been a puppy with how you obeyed him so thoroughly. It was equal parts amusing and… something else entirely. Something that Dazai wasn't quite ready to face.  

The nickname “little ghost” that he'd gifted you expanded well beyond your ability to vanish, it rang true in all aspects of your relationship. You were his shadow. His mirror. Your curiosity just as relentless and unwavering as his own. Your determination and shamelessness just as dangerous when it came to getting the things you wanted and he was always the thing you wanted most.

You saw him, even when he didn’t think you did. Not just the flippant exterior that he presented to the outside world. Not the hollow cut-out version of himself that he used to blend into crowds. No, you saw him– the full scope of who he was and who he pretended not to be, and you still clung onto him like your life depended on it. Craved him. Haunted him. Trusted him. And worst of all, loved him. Really, sincerely, desperately loved him.

In your first year at Port Mafia, Dazai had written you off as entertainment. A fun, fragile little toy that he could pick up and dissect whenever he got bored and he got bored a lot. But you were happy to oblige, often catching him off guard with how excitedly you would offer parts of yourself up to him without him even having to ask.

You were an enigma in your own right. Something he’d never really seen before. So starved for attention but so infuriatingly stubborn when it came to letting yourself receive it. So obsessed with the idea of love but so tragically clueless when it came to actually being able to identify it. So in-tune with the emotions of everyone else around you but so completely unaware of your own. You were dangerous– Mori’s worst migraine and Dazai’s best asset with the way your ability would spiral out of control when your feelings became too much for you to bear.

Dazai was hardly solid, made up of nothing more than loose-leaf ideas and questionable personality traits that he’d stolen from others and pieced together for himself over the years. But to you, he was so much more. He was the very foundation beneath your feet, the gravity that kept you standing and upright most days, never letting you float too far into your mind. He was the only thing that could stabilize you and not just from his nullification, but from simply being there. As Chuuya had pointed out so many times, the two of you were “a match made in hell”, but you both seemed to find more comfort than threat in the flames you created together.  

Four years ago, if you would’ve asked Dazai how it happened– how your relationship with him had morphed into something that bared such an eerie resemblance to that of trust and understanding, he would’ve dismissed it, but now…

His eyes narrowed, amusement flickering across his face as you circled him in your makeshift training room. “Careful. I told you I’m not gonna let you win this time.”

A spark of silver and blue electricity cracked into the air, your small frame vanishing from where you had been standing across from him, only to reappear right beside him. Your breath hot and tantalizing against the shell of his ear, “Be rough with me then, I can take it.” The smile in your voice was palpable and then– gone.

Now… there was no denying how much he loved chasing and breaking you, his favorite little toy.

He let you have your fun for a few more minutes, folding his arms over his chest with a smirk as you teleported across the abandoned warehouse with precision, pressing soft kisses against his cheek before disappearing into a snap of iridescent energy.

You hid behind a crate, concentrating as your gaze locked onto one of the heavy industrial light fixtures before pulling it down from the rafters, letting it crash next to where Dazai was standing.

"Wow," he mused, giving you a fake clap. "Had I been 12 feet closer, you might've actually gotten me."

He didn't have to know where you were hiding to know that he'd struck a nerve, a smaller lightbulb bursting in one of the overhead lights indicated that you heard him.

"Come here," he said, his voice softening a bit as he rolled his shoulders and shifted his weight. He barely had to side-step to dodge the tire that had been hurled his way. Your emotions were erratic but always predictable.

"Baby, c'mon. It's not my fault you have terrible aim. That's why we're here anyway, remember?"

There was a crackle of energy, another flash of steel blue before you finally reappeared in front of him, a pout that he was all-too familiar with looking back at him.

He bit back a laugh watching you sink into yourself.

"Look, it's about focus, okay?" His tone transitioned into something more serious as he took a slow step towards you. "As long as Mori sees you as his own personal project, I need you to be prepared for anything. You're gonna start getting sent on higher ranking missions sooner than later and I need to know that you're ready for that."

There was something about the way he said it– about the genuine concern coating his words that made your chest tighten.

You let your eyes meet his again as you nodded. "Okay," you breathed, the bratty rebuttal you had lined up promptly dying on the tip of your tongue as you took in his features. "What do you want me to do?"

"Teleport to me, we're going to go over intuition and reflexes."

You drew in a sharp breath before closing your eyes, electricity dancing along your skin as you accidentally snapped yourself directly in front of him so that you were chest to chest.

"Surely you wouldn't get this close to an enemy," he smirked, "but for argument's sake, let's say you did. Let's say you landed right in front of them, just like this and they –"

Without any time to think, Dazai had already reached into the inside of his coat pocket, the cold metal of his Beretta suddenly resting easily against your temple. “What now?” He whispered, looking down at you with provoking curiosity. "What are your instincts telling you to do?"

It wasn't the first time you'd had a gun drawn on you, but it was definitely the first time you'd had a gun drawn on you this... intimately. Your body betrayed you, displaced warmth migrating to your cheeks as you blinked back at him through heavy lashes. Your instincts were certainly there, they were just... all wrong.

Dazai caught your reaction immediately, the fleeting but unmistakable flicker of lust that washed over you.

"Oh?" He quipped, leaning down while pressing the barrel further into your delicate skin. "What’s this, huh?" His stare was equal parts predatory and incredulous as his eyes trailed over you, zeroing in on every small, subtle shift you made. The way your breathing had slowed, the goosebumps that decorated your arms, the way your hips couldn't help but tilt towards his ever-so slightly. "You like it, don't you? Like the way it feels when your life’s in my hands?”

"No, I'm–" You faltered, your words completely stolen by the knowing smirk that had cut across his face. "I'm just– thinking, is all."

"Thinking” he echoed, his other hand gently cradling your jawline as he forced you to keep your eyes locked with his. “And what exactly are you thinking about? Please, enlighten me.”

You had to bite back a smile, trying your best to mask your flimsy composure though you knew he could already see straight through it. "Strategy." You lied, jutting your bottom lip back out in faux innocence.

Dazai couldn't help the laugh that escaped him as he tilted his head towards yours, closing the already small gap between you. "Is that right?" He mused, his lips just barely grazing yours. "My diligent little ghost, always so focused."

You nodded back at him helplessly, his grin razor sharp as his hand trailed from your jaw to the back of your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcefully cocking your head to the side.

It earned him a yelp as he continued to hold his weapon to you. "You're a terrible liar, you know that?" His breath fanned across your skin, leaving a delirious static in its wake while his body pressed against yours, pinning you between him and a metal crate. "Your eyes give you away every time."

"Dazai..." It wasn't quite a moan, but alarmingly close to one as his lips found the nape of your neck, his teeth lightly sinking into you.

"This opens up all sorts of doors for us though, doesn't it?" His curiosity was reaching new heights, dangerous ones that he'd always tried to keep at bay, but now... the glazed over eyes staring back at him were giving him all the confirmation he never needed to keep going.

You nearly moaned into his mouth when he finally kissed you, your hands desperately tangling into the collar of his shirt as you pulled him in closer. Your movements urgent and beyond your control.

"Spread for me." He said between breaths, using his leg to coax yours apart. "I wanna see something."

You were so lost, so needy and overtaken by the feeling of him that you merely whimpered in response, not caring about anything else except for the feeling of his lips back on yours.

"Good girl," he exhaled, hiking your skirt up as he slowly began to slide his gun down along your face. "You trust me, don't you?"

“Always.” You said despite the way your legs were trembling, your nerves dancing with a vicious mix of excitement and fear as he traced the barrel of the gun over your puffy lips.

He angled his knee just right, giving your clit a much-needed brush of friction while you gradually parted your lips for him, welcoming the cold metal into your mouth.

Dazai had never been one for big acts of commitment, but watching you moan into his loaded Beretta made him realize that maybe he did need to know your ring size after all. Just in case.

"Look at you," he groaned, nearly losing himself to the sight of it. "So fucking gorgeous when you're at my mercy like this."

The praise went straight to your center, your body humming with dizzy want and unrelenting need as he carefully retracted it, his mouth dropping open watching the trail of spit that connected you to it break and drip graciously down your chin.

You were fulfilling fantasies of his that he thought he'd only ever get to dream of as he leaned into you again, letting you cling onto him tighter. The two of you worked in perfect feral synchronicity, him pulling the thin fabric of your underwear down over your thighs to help you step out of them before you kicked them out of reach.

"Osamu..." Your voice had been reduced down to a heady plea, one that he'd do anything in his power to satisfy.

"I’m right here.” He lulled, his grip tangled straight back into your hair while his mouth returned to yours, his other hand working on something much more... nefarious.

"Relax for me,” his voice was soft but commanding, laced with something that made you trust him though you knew you shouldn’t. “That's right. Just like that.”

Your pupils doubled in size as you felt the harsh metal begin to slip between your sensitive folds, your words suddenly eviscerated by the way he was staring down at you through dark, clouded eyes. How completely and utterly lost he looked as he spread you apart, a sense of desperation that you'd never quite seen from him before radiating off of each move he made.

"Oh...my god," Every last bit of logical thinking you had was gone, your mind and body both succumbing to the foreign sensation as he kept up a firm but gentle pace, running it uppp and dowwnnn in a way that made yours legs threaten to buckle.

"Dazai," you whined, your nails tearing into his shoulder for support as the motion became more fluid, your arousal acting as a shameful lubricant. You were almost embarrassed by how noticeable it was, how easy it was for him to glide it across you and how loud you’d gotten as you tried to bury your face into his chest.

Dazai, on the other hand, was on cloud nine. Only ascending further into the heavens with each lewd, begging little whimper that spilled out of you. "Do you have any idea how perfect you are?" He soothed, kissing and nipping at your collarbone while you started to find a rhythm, the steel still sending chills down your spine each time it brushed across your overstimulated clit. "I don't think you do," he groaned, "I really don't think you fucking understand what you do to me."

Getting praised by him to any degree always had a way of bringing you to the edge, but this... this was a type of euphoria that you didn't even know existed.

“You know the safety’s off?” He purred against your neck, his heart slamming into his chest as he watched the pouty, pleading look that had taken over you. The same one he’d seen so many times before but never quite like this.

Your slick was practically dripping onto his fingers the more he taunted you, your center greedily searching for release as your hips rocked up towards him.

“All it would take is one little slip, you know.” He was tortuously intoxicating, bringing you to your breaking point by whispering the most infernal little nothings. “With how soaked my fingers are, it’s almost like you want me to. Like you’re just begging for me to-”

Your entire body shook by his last threat, your brows knitting together while you frantically pulled him closer, repeating his name like a prayer in the small space between you. In all his time with you, he'd never seen you this undone before, this fucking beautiful and pathetic. There was something about it, about knowing that he was the only one who would ever get this type of blind obedience out of you that made something inside him ache.

“Dazai ~!”

The whine you let out was so heavy your eyes nearly crossed, more incoherent obscenities bouncing off the concrete floors.

Your cunt was pulsating, absolutely desperate for something to fill it as the orgasm hit you in waves, the rigidness of his gun still sending shockwaves through your thighs. There was a sense of pride and awe that crept over him at how well you responded to him, how overwhelmingly easy it was to break you.

"You're so pretty." He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead as he meticulously drifted the weapon back up over your stomach with a small grin. "Fucking insane, but so, so pretty."

You smiled breathlessly back at him, the loaded gun against your body completely forgotten by the weight of his compliment. “You think so?"

“Oh, I know so,” he smirked against your neck, freeing himself from his pants as his teeth sank into your skin. "You just came to the idea of me killing you and now you're all heart-eyed asking me if I really think you're pretty or not." He let out a semblance of a laugh, propping you up to wedge you against the crate again while your legs wrapped around him for support, his Beretta now resting tenderly under your chin. "My sweet girl... you're almost as deranged as I am."

The pink that swept across your face only added to the long list of reasons you were able to hold his attention. You were innocence mixed with sin. Naivety mixed with lust. He was holding a loaded gun to your head and you were all but saying “thank you.”

Your blush deepened as he prodded at your entrance, your eyes glazing over at how thoroughly his tip stretched you. “Dazai –” you whined, both of you reeling from how faithfully your walls sucked him in.

“What is it, angel?” His tone was thick with mockery, his finger resting lazily on the trigger as your nails met his back again. “Feel good?"

You nodded back at him, lips parting the deeper he went. “So good,” you exhaled, your back arching to invite him in more as he thrusted into you. “So fucking good.”

He watched you intently, his dark eyes nearly burning holes into your skin with how fervent his movements had become.

He was drowning in you, both physically and mentally– sinking further and further into the way you welcomed every part of him, both the good and bad. Even with the possibility of death looming over you, your only focus was him. The rest of the world, the threat of your life ending with one easy slip of a finger– none of it mattered as long as it was him that pulled the trigger.

"You'd let me, wouldn't you?" His voice was venomous, gentle enough to subdue you but still poisonous enough to seep into your veins without detection. "You'd let me be the one that to make that fragile heart of yours stop beating."

The answer was written all over of your face, evident in the way your core clenched around him the further he pushed.

You were soaking him, letting out the most gorgeous fucked-out noises he'd ever heard as he continued to wrap around your mind like the serpent that he was, robbing you of the last bit of dignity you had left.

"Say it." Dazai commanded, his thrusts becoming more punishing. "Let me fucking hear, it baby." He was just as lost as you were, riding a high he'd never experienced before as his hips met yours with untamed urgency.

"I –" Your vision blurred, your thighs trembling while his tip relentlessly slammed into your sweet spot. You could barely form a thought, let alone a sentence, his dark stare the only thing keeping you tethered to the room. "I– would." you finally choked out, almost drooling from how deep he suddenly was. "Dazai please, I'd– let you. I'd let you do anything, any... thing."

It wasn't the first time that he'd had someone beg while under the scope of his gun– some had begged him to spare their lives. Some had begged for him to just end it altogether. But no one had ever begged out of... love.

The noise he made was guttural, primal as his lips crashed into yours, his resolve crumbling entirely. His forehead pressed against yours while your walls spasmed around him like a vice, your core unravelling in a way that made him forget all of his senses.

You were smothering him, your nails tearing into his skin as your broken voice sang out his name like he'd trained you to do.

"There it is," he almost wasn't sure if it was you or himself he was saying it to as he began to twitch inside you. "There it– is, baby. Keep going. Don't stop." He was falling straight into the same abyss you were, the two of you tumbling hand in hand into a seemingly never-ending void of bliss.

"You're mine," he promised, letting his body seal the vow he was creating as he watched a desperate kind of sincerity settle over your features.

"Yours." you repeated softly, eyes full of conviction.

His chest heaved as he buried the last of his logical thinking and carnal desires into you at once. A damning warmth suddenly coating your walls while he slowly retracted the gun away from you and replaced it something much more sinister– affection.

His fingers gently traced over the side of your cheek as your uneven breathing mingled together. "Deranged." He panted with a faint smirk, "Certifiably insane."

You merely smiled as he pulled out of you, carefully getting you back to your feet. "And yours." You reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah," he teased, kneeling down to grab your discarded underwear. "Just stay still for me." He was tentative as he helped you redress, adjusting and smoothing down your skirt while stealing proud glances at the mess he'd left dripping down your leg.

You quietly admired him, noting the tenderness in the way he handled you as you stood perfectly still, only moving when he’d guide you.

Your brows furrowed slightly when he stood back up and pulled his Beretta out of his pocket again, opening the chamber to let a bullet fall into his hand. "Here," he said, offering it to you, "a little keepsake. Maybe you can turn it into a necklace or something."

You held it up to the light like it was a precious stone, your jewelry box back at Port Mafia suddenly calling your name as your brain danced with ideas of how to turn it into something even more beautiful.

Dazai couldn't help but grin as he watched you twirl it between your fingers with all of the delicacy in the world, your eyes wide with wonder.

It was fitting, he thought, the way you were able to make art out of even the most broken things.

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[thewickedjazzy]

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May I kindly get a NSFW A to Z Headcannon for Rafayel or Caleb? (or both if you don’t mind :3) I’m a huge fan of your writing and given that you are open for orders I figured I could try my luck in ordering something special 🙂‍↕️🥹

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nsfw alphabet ⊹ ࣪ ˖ rafayel and caleb

cw.: nsfw. real porn links!! must be logged in twt to watch.

note: oh anon you'll make my heart melt:( thank you for your sweet words, my luv. i'm so sorry for the wait, i wish i had finished this much sooner >< hope this is good enough tho bc i lwk feel like i did a terrible job <//3

rafayel

a = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): Really good! Rafayel can’t stand being dirty after sex and won’t really rest until you and him are cleaned up so you two always end up snuggling in his bathtub while he massages your scalp and scrubs your body lovingly. If you're not too tired, talk to him. He wants to hear your voice. How was it? Did you enjoy it? Tell him everything, he'll listen. Rafayel holds you so close you think he’s actually trying to get under your skin, literally.

b = body part (their favorite of theirs and their partner): If you asked, he’d say he loves every part of you and he absolutely cannot choose. If he really had to answer… your boobs. They’re the perfect size, feel good on his palms, your nipples don’t have a single moment of peace. You have to physically pull him away before they’re sore and puffy. ❤︎...¹ ❤︎...² ❤︎...³

on his body though… his hands, of course! It is with them that he creates his beautiful pieces and makes you come undone as his slender fingers press down on that spongy spot inside you.

c = cum (anything to do with cum): Will come anywhere you want if you ask him to but he really likes to see his cum dripping on your skin. Be it your stomach, your tits, doesn’t matter, he’ll go feral. As for the taste, it barely tastes like anything. It’s a bit salty and very watery but that’s it. ❤︎...

d = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs): Really wants to photograph you. Be it during sex, just you touching yourself, anything. Definitely has a secret journal about you and wants to decorate it with your beautiful body and face. 100% has a polaroid of your tits on his wallet and has no shame at all.

e = experience (how experienced are they): Barely any. Listen, he has read erotica, studied human anatomy a thousand times and knows the human body like no one else but he never had sex with anyone but you so please guide him the first few times. Be vocal, he’s a quick learner, he’ll learn his way around your body in a second.

f = favorite position: Rafayel likes a position based on how easy he can 1. kiss you and 2. look at your face. Missionary lover, basic but nothing with Rafayel is boring. Sex with Rafayel tends to be SO romantic, he’s THE lover boy. He kisses you so sweetly, sucking hickies on your neck while his cock drags inside you slowly. Also looooves when you ride him! it’s a combo of everything he likes, you frowning in pleasure, your boobs bouncing AND you on top of him!! ❤︎...¹ ❤︎...² ❤︎...³

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): Oh sex with Rafayel is never serious! He’s always trying to get a reaction out of you, be it trying to make you laugh by pressing a kiss to that ticklish spot on your neck or by making the stupidest joke ever. Your laughter gets him going more than he’d like to admit.

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): First of all,  yes, it is purple and second, he shaves very frequently. As a lemurian, he never had any issues with body hair since he didn’t have any. Nowadays, he’s grown used to shaving since his pubes sensory bother him.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Puh-lease, we are talking about Rafayel. The artist, the lemurian that lives and breathes for love, your one and only soulmate. Rafayel is obsessed with you, always has been, always will be. To have skin to skin contact with you, letting him see you bare and vulnerable and yet still trust him, it’s everything he’d ever wish for. Rafayel lives for romance, love and pure intimacy and he will show it to you in every touch, kiss and praise.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon): Before getting together with you, if he was ever really pent up and stressed, maybe once or twice a week. After you two got together officially, he doesn’t see the point in masturbating when he’s always glued to your side. If you’re away for whatever reason though? I believe he can get pretty needy and maybe, just maybe, rub one off.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks): Does body worship even count as a kink? Well, doesn’t matter. How many times do I have to say that Rafayel is OBSESSED with you??? There’s nothing that makes him hornier than being allowed to kiss your body. Praising you in every single language he knows is not enough, he needs your soul to be tied with his so you can read his mind and deepest thoughts about how lovely you are. Also, voyeurism, Rafayel is a closeted perv. He likes to watch, to take his time eyeing his food before actually diving in. Seeing you touch yourself without his intervention makes the knot in his lower stomach grow tighter and his skin hotter.

l = location (favorite places to do the do): Rafayel is too possessive to have actual sex in public so that’s a no. Anywhere in his studio is fine if you’re comfortable! Buuut if you trust him enough, please let him drag you to the ocean. There are no interruptions, no important phone calls, no Thomas to accidentally walk in, it’s just you and him where he’s most comfortable. It doesn’t tire him to be in his human form but giving his body a break and finally being in his real, lemurian form, feels like a relief from time to time. 

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): When you’re more petty than him and talk back. FUCK he could bust a nut right there. Or the fact that as a hunter, you can manhandle him just as easy as he can manhandle you. OR the fact that you’re not scared of him in the slightest. He would never hurt you, but if he wanted, a single song would be enough to make you go crazy and drown in the ocean. You’re aware of that, you just don’t care. That’s what makes him go insane.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs): Share you with someone. Although he doesn’t show it, Rafayel is extremely protective and can be very possessive depending on the situation. Letting someone else touch you turns him off completely.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): #01 pussy eater. Rafayel loves your pussy ok, leave him alone… Can totally cum untouched from just eating you out and is not embarrassed in the slightest. Actually really good at it too, like, 100% a muncher. Def tries to make you squirt on his tongue. As for receiving? Sure! It’s never unwelcomed. Just know that he will return the favor 10x better. ❤︎...¹ ❤︎...² ❤︎...³

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): Rafayel can be both. There is no red and blue with him, there’s purple. Rafayel can’t stick to a single thing forever. During his heat, he’s rougher, manhandling you around and bending you in whatever position he judges comfortable in the moment. When he’s feeling needy and clingy, he’s gentle. Rolls his hips against yours slowly, kissing your neck sensually while praising you in lemurian.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Not a big fan but he isn’t totally opposed to them. For Rafayel, sex is something intimate and he wants to take his time with you. He wants both of you to enjoy the moment with no rush. 

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): That depends on how far you two are going. Fingering you under the table at a banquet? Sure, why not. Getting a bit handsy and making out? Lovely. Actual sex? No. Not happening at all. Rafayel, even if he hides it, is a possessive creature. Your sounds and body are for his ears and eyes only. You’re his and he’s not up for sharing.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): Normally, he can go for two rounds before falling on top of you tiredly. In heat though? He is not stopping. His mind breaks but his body still wants and needs more. Doesn’t matter how many times he’s come already, his hips do not stop against yours until he thinks you’re full of his eggs.

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): Doesn’t own any but is not opposed to them. If you’re interested in trying it out and using them during sex, sure! He can work with that. Extra stimulation on your clit while his fingers are shoved on your cunt isn’t unwanted.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease): Now, is it really Rafayel if there’s no teasing? He is insufferable. He likes to see you work for it even though he knows damn well it’s him that will fold first in the end.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make): Sorry, he’s not holding back. He needs you to know how good you make him feel. His range is insane, he’d be grunting in your ear and suddenly his moans turn high pitched and beautiful. Rafayel can get whiny, he complains, he’s petty, he mewls and in the next second he groans and curses in his mother language in pleasure.

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): I need to spread the virgin Rafayel agenda… He is a lemurian, he’s bound to you in a level that no human would ever understand. There are no “friends with benefits”, “situationship”, “hookup”, Rafayel has been waiting for you and only you. He doesn’t need it to be magical or perfect, he just needs it to be you.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): The prettiest cock you’ll see in your short human life. It’s genuinely nice to look at. Rafayel’s cock is pale, with the prettiest pink tip and cutest mole on the length that if you kiss, his knees buckle weakly and his head spins. It isn’t thick but it’s curved up and it drags deliciously inside you. I’d say #c7b2ab for the length and #d9a3a3 for the tip. In his human form, solid 6,7 inches (17 cm).

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?): Lemurians are creatures with many cycles. Rafayel has a high libido naturally, but during ebb day and his heat? He is trying to crawl under your skin. Ebb day makes him needy, sensitive and whiny, he just wants an effective way of cooling off. His heat quite literally makes him feral, he wants you and if you consent, you’re not leaving the water at all. At least not until it is over.

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward): Pretty quick. After he’s sure you two are clean, comfortable and satisfied, he’s hugging you close and burying his face in your neck sleepily. If you feel like it, you two can chat. Rafayel loves pillow talk. If you’re tired and wish to be quiet, then it’s time to nap.

caleb

a = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): THE BEST. King of aftercare. Knows everything you want and attends to every one of your needs. You want water? There’s already a glass on your bedside table. You’re hungry? You want him to cook or do you want to order takeout? He’ll do it. You feel dirty? Let him run a bath for you- you get the idea.

b = body part (their favorite of theirs and their partner): In your body, definitely your ass. Always has been. Doesn’t matter what you are wearing, be it those old pj’s from your childhood, a new pair of undies, nothing at all, it all makes him feel like he’s gonna bust a nut on his pants.

He really likes his arms. Caleb has always worked out a lot since highschool and he’s really proud of how far he’s come. He likes how big they’re compared to yours, how he can manhandle you during sex and roughhousing, and how comfortable you look in his arms when you two hug.

c = cum (anything to do with cum): If you allow him to cum inside you, that’s all he’ll ever want to do. Caleb has a huge breeding kink, and the fact that you trust him enough to let him fill you up drives him mad. If you go down on him, he never lets you swallow it, he feels too bad to do so. Makes you spit on his hand and honestly thank god. It’s thick and slightly bitter but he cums so much you WILL choke. ❤︎...

d = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs): Sigh, is it really a dirty secret if you already caught him at least twice? Caleb’s interest in your underwear is pathetic. At this point he’s not even trying to hide it anymore, he’s just shamelessly going through your drawers to find that old and stained pair you forgot to throw away. Bonus point if you catch him sniffing them and complain about it. Secretly likes when you scream at him and say “Gross, Caleb!”. Also wishes you let him keep your undies on during sex, it really turns him on.

e = experience (how experienced are they): None. Caleb has never felt any attraction to anyone but you his whole life. For years he has been waiting for the right moment for both of you so, you’re his first and last.

f = favorite position: Backshots. He loves your ass. There’s nothing better than taking you from behind, a hand wrapped around your waist while the other smooths the skin of your back. Also really enjoys being inhumanely close to you, doesn’t matter the position. As long as you two are close, you, safely in his arms, he’s happy. ❤︎...¹  ❤︎...² ❤︎...³ ❤︎...⁴

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): Caleb wishes that you only see his outgoing and playful persona, created just for you and the sexual aspect is not different. He likes to make you laugh at any and every moment. If you whine in pain because his cock is too big, he’ll blow a raspberry on your neck to distract you and make you giggle. He’ll tickle your waist if you talk back. Anything to make you smile.

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): It’s trimmed. Not all shaved and smooth but it isn’t unruly. Has the sliiiiightest happy trail peeking up his boxers. If it bothers you though, he’ll shave it in a minute.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Very romantic. At least he tries. Caleb wanted to be your prince charming, your knight in shining armor his whole life. Sex is one of the many ways he wants to prove he’s the best for you, that around him, you’re safe and can be yourself with no fear. He kisses you gently, whispering the sweetest words ever in your ear, massaging every sore spot in your body while wishing he’s worthy of your praise too.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon): Yeah… During his teenage years, he jerked off a lot. Caleb had a high libido but could not have the only person he wanted so all he had was his fist. Nowadays, before and after you two got together, i still believe he jerks off alot since you two are still very far apart, you living in Linkon and him in Skyhaven, though he prefers coming to you rather than fucking his fist by himself.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks): As I mentioned previously, Caleb has a huge breeding kink. Part of it is because he genuinely wishes to start a family with you in the future but also because he feels so close to you this way. Loves to keep his cock plugged inside you for a while before actually pulling out. ❤︎...¹ ❤︎...²

His praise kink goes both ways. He’s always praising you for all of your achievements, not only sexually. Please praise him back, he’s trying his best for you, always. Tell him he is making you feel good, tell him you love him, that what he’s doing feels right. He might come on the spot.

Do I even have to mention his size kink… He is bigger than you. Caleb goes weak at the thought of being able to manhandle you into whatever position he wants you to be. And if he can press down on your tummy and feel his cock abusing your cunt? Ohhh yeah, yes he came. Don’t judge him. ❤︎...

l = location (favorite places to do the do): Caleb can only actually relax when he’s alone with you at your apartment or his. Preferably yours back in Linkon. He feels tense in Skyhaven and is always on alert. In Linkon though, he can let himself relax better knowing that you’re safer. Not a fan of kitchen sex specifically. That aside, anywhere is fine.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): You’re horny? So is he! Caleb has been waiting for you for years, saying he’s pent up is an understatement. Just say the words and he’s already looking at you with puppy dog eyes, waiting for an order.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs): Anything related to impact play. No. He hates the thought of hurting you and finds no pleasure in such things.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): Zero skill, no experience, but he has a dream. Show him how you like it, ride his face, pull his hair, order him around, hell, sit on his face. He’s a quick learner once he sets his mind onto something. 100% a giver and doesn’t want you to go down on him because it’s too “degrading” and he feels bad. Please go down on him. He’ll complain and try to pull away but he comes SO quickly, cock twitching, grunting, knees buckling and all. ❤︎...

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): … Rough. Listen, he doesn’t mean to be rough but he can’t help it. Your cunt makes Caleb malfunction, overheat and shut down. He’s dumbed down at the slightest clench around his cock and his hips have a mind of their own, snapping against yours harshly as he drools and kisses your shoulder in apology. 

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Actually likes them! You two are always very busy with your jobs and being distant from each other most of the time isn’t easy. To him, quickies are more about you than him. He wants to get you off so you feel at peace. He can rub one off later and you don’t have to concern your pretty head over it.

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): No. Caleb hates, hates, hates the thought of taking risks with you. He’d rather die than having you be seen in such an intimate way. As for experimenting, yes of course! Be open with him, tell him what you’re into, what you want to try… Your wish is his command.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): From the lack of experience, Caleb can last two rounds max before you tire him out. That does not mean he’ll leave you unsatisfied though. He still has his mouth and fingers ready to satiate you. ❤︎...¹ ❤︎...²

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): Absolutely not. Are you trying to get him killed? Caleb is jealous of anything that breathes the same air as you and you want him to accept the idea of having something else making you cum? Just shoot him already.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease): If anyone is being teased, it’s him. Although you two play fight a lot, Caleb isn’t one to be a tease during sex. He has been waiting, planning for this moment for years. Everything needs to be perfect. He can wait to get under your skin later.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make): He tries so hard to be quiet… he wants to focus on your moans, your moans are the pretty ones, not his. Caleb holds back, bites his lip, hides his face on your nape but nothing can make him shut up. The moment he enters you, he’s moaning, huffing and grunting like an animal.

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): Caleb really enjoys all the attention you give him when he’s looking all scary and dominant in his colonel uniform. He knows you eye him hungrily when gets home, he won’t take the uniform off on purpose, he just waits to see how long it’ll take for you to fold and come sit on his lap, grinding your cunt on his clothed thigh. Won’t admit it but likes when you call him colonel, sir, mr. xia, etc.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): Alright mr. fat cock pack it up. It’s thick alright. I can totally picture him saying “biiiig stretch, pips” while shushing your whines. Thick base, thick and veiny length, fat tip. That’s what he's hiding in his boxers. 6,6 inches (~16,5cm) that stretch you out SO good, the veins drag inside you soooo nicely it feels like heaven. #a88479 for the length and #a66d5b for the tip.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?): Oh boy, do I even need to say this? We are talking about THE yearner. Caleb’s super pent up and dare I say he has a pretty high libido. He is always stressed because of work and he has been waiting for you for years. The moment you consent, he’s fumbling with both his and your clothes. 

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward): He usually doesn't sleep after you two have sex. He’s too busy watching you sleep to do so. Caleb is only at peace if he is sure you’re safe and comfortable. Poor boy barely has time to catch his breath as he’s running around the apartment getting everything you might need and want so you don’t have to leave the bed. Tell him to relax, ask him to lie down with you, bury your face on his beefy chest and make sure he doesn’t leave the bed, he needs it.

⊹ ࣪reblogs are very much appreciated. thank you for reading!(*´▽`*)

[thewickedjazzy]

Morning babydolls xx.

If I got back into writing once more - what would you like to see? ((I'd probably write for LADs men as well))

[thewickedjazzy]

I just realised I spent $480 in march, all because I can't get enough of that sassy sashimi and I needed GoT asap. and of course, I couldn't stop there nuh uh- I had to get his merch too. like please? I'm just an adult who needs her raf plushie?

[thewickedjazzy]

4some with the rafayels...

im not too deep into lore so this might be a bit ooc, but i do think sea god!raf would be the kindest in bed. he'd scold the others for being mean or too rough, only pressing the gentlest of kisses to your temple... and your clit of course. he'd hold you against his chest, cooing into your ear about how good you are for them, how you're so perfect—he'd be the one to prepare you thoroughly with all intention of it being for your sake.

but abysswalker!raf? yeah, he's helping the sea god prep you to take all three of them, but it's more about seeing you squirm and cry rather than for your benefit. he gets a kick (in his dick) when he sees fat tears stream down your cheeks, begging for him to stop teasing you, to stop touching you because you just came, it all turns him on so much. he'd be mean—he's listening but not really—prioritizing your pleasure so much that it gets too much that you try to push him away. he can't help it, he likes making your pussy and eyes wet.

and your linkon rafayel? he's mostly just mad. mad and jealous that these other men (it's just him times three!) are all over you, like they can't get enough. he's always known how irresistible you are but all of that was supposed to be knowledge only he knew. he'd claim your pussy, not allowing the others to fuck you there. in fact to really claim you, he'd try to breed you. yeah. in the middle of a fucking foursome. he'd mark you up the most too, leaving hickeys and bites wherever he can.

they all just love you so much.

[thewickedjazzy]

so uh- hi?

yeah yeah, i know it’s been a hot minute. i’m not here to spill my entire life story, but i do wanna clear the air a bit. long post, bear with me.

first off: i don’t feel comfortable here. full stop. my stuff’s been plagiarised way too many times and i’ve already talked about it more than once. but at this point? i’m just tired. writing here doesn’t feel safe or enjoyable anymore so i’m stepping back.

that said - no i haven’t stopped writing. in fact, i’ve been pouring my soul into a proper book built from my own lore + rem’s (yes, it’s one big emotionally-damaged pot of character trauma.) and if i post it, it’ll be on ao3 not here.

i might return to my dishonoured/bsd crossover universe if things chill out, but right now? people have been wild. like. y’all are mad that i’m not posting? sending me passive aggressive crap? asking for release dates like i’m your unpaid content creator?

HELLO?

a) you don’t know what i’m dealing with irl.

b) i’m not on your payroll.

c) i write for free and i’ll do it when i feel like it.

respectfully? go touch grass.

that said - some of you have sent me the sweetest messages the past few months, and i mean it when i say i appreciate you with my whole heart. truly. you’ve made my day more than once. i will respond when i’ve got the space to.

okay that’s it. love y’all (the non-feral ones) xx.

[thewickedjazzy]

let's hope I get back to writing cause seriously it's been too long, and too much has happened for me to even begin to recap it.

I'm still alive sadly.

[thewickedjazzy]

Fishie's birthday

Sum. Spending the night with your lovely spoiled lemurian bf on his birthday <3

WARNINGS. NSFW, smut, fem reader, not based on his birthday card memory!!, oral (m! rec), unprotected (but he pulls out), mm that's it I think, 1.2k words.

NOTES. i love Rafayel, too.

“what about fish?”

Rafayel spits the water he drank from the bottle you handed to him earlier, when he whined about how far it was away from him.

The question popped ‘what should we eat for dinner?’ right before he took the small sips of water that's now.. Everywhere on his clothes.

“Is that a joke?” he shakes his head with a quiet “tsk tsk”, and then grins with a teasing tone. “You’re mean to me. A little bit of compassion is all I’m asking for…” He pouts jokingly while you try holding in your smile as you pat dry his clothes with a towel.

“Happy birthday, i was just teasing you.” you hum.

“I didn’t know humans paid attention to things like birthdays,” he says, a smirk on his face, and your face falls, “or do you actually remember the birthdays of all your lovers?”

So, he wants to play like that…

“Mhm,” you smile, “all five of my lovers.”

If Rafayel was still drinking water, he would've (accidentally) spat it all on you.

You cut him off before he could spew out any dramatic words, “all five of your personalities.”

You could almost see how he tried covering up his sigh of relief before his arms crossed, “hey, don’t talk about my five personalities like that,” he playfully chides. “They’re all just as charming as I am.”

He grins a little wider, then leans in closer, his voice dropping to a purring tone. “besidesss, I’m the one you like, right? I’m your favorite?”

You grin, “my ultimate favorite.”

He nuzzles into your neck, almost like a cat, and you couldn't resist the urge to twist some of his violet strands.

“since I'm your favorite… Would you be so kind to give me the ultimate birthday gift?” He whispers, his hand gently rubbing at your side.

“what would you like, baby?” you glance down at him, and his eyes meets yours for a brief moment. “You?”

“me?”

“Mhm,”

“You want me to peg you?”

“pffft—” he tries not to laugh, the voice muffled against your neck, “can't keep your mind out of the gutter, can you?”

You gently pull his head back, to see those rosy cheeks painting his face, “well… back to our topic of food, I am getting hungry.

…

“N-not that—” Rafayel inhales sharply through his teeth as your lips wrap around him, the heat of your mouth is dizzying, the slick slide of your tongue along his sensitive slit makes his toes curl against the sheets.

He watches you through heavy-lidded eyes, the dark blue-pink of his irises glinting in the low light. The sight of your lips stretched around his long length, the obscene slurping noises you make as you take him deeper, it's all too much and not enough at the same time.

He wants to memorize every second, commit it to the vaults of his mind so he can revisit it later when he's alone and aching and desperate for your touch.

“why do you have to be so—ahh—I can't think—” His hips flex upward, driving himself deeper into the welcoming heat of your mouth. The head of his cock kisses the back of your throat, making you gag slightly around the intrusion.

He starts to rock into the tight clasp of your mouth, shallow thrusts that grow longer and harder as he loses himself to the sensation. “g-gods, I can't...” The obscene squelch of your lips moving along his shaft fills the air, punctuated by his harsh pants and the creaking of the mattress beneath you.

A low whimper tears from Rafayel's throat as you suck harder, his grip on your hair tightens reflexively, fingers curling into the strands as he fights the urge to thrust mindlessly into your mouth.

The way your cheeks hollow as you breathe through your nose, the desperate little noises you make as you rub your thighs together... fuck, it's almost too much to bear.

“Stop,” he lets out a breathless plea, “P-please I want you to cum on my cock first.”

Rafayel tugs sharply on your hair, pulling you off his throbbing length with a pop. Before you can protest, before you can even draw breath to speak, he's flipping you onto your back and settling between your spread thighs.

A smirk tugs at your lips, “you just love edging yourself, huh?”

“… Guilty as charged, cutie.” he drawls out as if he was drunk. drunk on nothing but you.

he then rolls his hips slowly, deliberately, grinding the length of his erection against your aching, soaked panties. The friction is delicious, maddening, but never enough.

It draws a strangled moan from your lips, his hand slips between your bodies, fingers delving between your slick folds after sliding the fabric off to circle your clit with slow strokes.

The pad of his thumb presses down on the sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing tight circles that make your hips jerk and your thighs tremble.

With him not having patience anymore, he's sliding up your body, the head of his cock nudging insistently at your entrance. He teases you with shallow thrusts, barely dipping inside before pulling back out, over and over until you're a writhing, mewling mess beneath him.

“Rafayel,” you hiss through gritted teeth while trying to push your hips to take more.

He suddenly hilts himself inside you with one hard, deep thrust, burying himself to the base, catching you completely off guard.

“You little—oh—” he starts to move, rolling his hips in a slow grind, the drag of his cock along your fluttering walls is maddening, each inch of him stroking your deepest, most sensitive spots until you're seeing stars.

Your hands scrabble for the pillow, sheets, anything to grip onto to try and hold yourself together.

“So. Goddamn. Beautiful.” Rafayel punctuates the declaration with a sharp thrust of his hips, driving himself impossibly deeper, until he's kissing your cervix with each roll of his pelvis.

“ah, my heart.” he whispers, to you. And he slows his pace, wanting to make this meaningful.

But it doesn't last long. It was partially your fault for moaning his name out loud that it echoed in this closed up room.

“j-just like that,” he pants, burying his face against your chest as his thrusts grow sloppier by the second, it was too obvious he was close, and so were you.

You were the first to cum, after his fingers shakily pinch and rub at your clit that gave you the final push to flutter your walls tightly around his cock before gushing all that you had.

Your limbs feel like jello.

“I'm going to—ahh—” he whines, quickly pulling to spurt ropes of his hot release all on your stomach and chest, the sensation makes you whimper as you look up at his almost rolled back eyes.

After a breath or two, Rafayel blinks before grabbing the previously tossed shirt from the side to attempt and clean you up.

“sorry for the mess, baby.” he pouts, and you only laugh with your head thrown back.

“Happy birthday, my spoiled fishie.” you tease before grabbing his face to press an affectionate kiss right on the mole sitting prettily on his skin.

[thewickedjazzy]

all about you.

mdni. 18+ only. lap dancing. dry humping. oral (male receiving). blindfold and handcuffs involved. no plot, just a straight out birthday sex with our beloved rafayel.

It's his birthday today, so it's supposed to be 'Make Rafayel Happy' day, right?

So why is he tied to a chair and blindfolded right now, being restrained from touching you while you dance on his lap?

You were torturing him on his birthday.

He had an aching boner, sweat was dripping from his neck and forehead, and his handcuffed wrists were starting to bruise as he continuously attempts to be freed.

He needs to touch you, so so bad.

"Darling... please..."

As soon as two arrived at the beach house in Verona after his birthday party, Rafayel innocently sat down on a kitchen chair, and that was when you attacked him.

You drowned him with kisses before his vision was temporarily taken away by a soft purple blindfold, and you expertly put his hands on the back of the black wooden chair and cuffed his wrists together, preventing him from doing anything.

Next, he heard music being played from the record player. It's a song that he had mentioned to you before: something slow and something classic that he can relax to.

At this moment, he was anything but relaxed. Not when you're on his lap, leaving marks all over his neck, one hand running up and down his chest and the other moving up his thighs.

"Patience, Rafayel. Today is all about you, so I want to take my time in making you feel good. Just relax."

"You're so cruel." He cries dramatically, chest heaving as he feels you undo the button of his pants. "How am I supposed to relax when you're doing this to me? Can I at least look at you?"

"Not yet."

He lets out another whine, but not for long as you gripped his jaw and gave him a rough, deep kiss that immediately had him gasping.

Something about being blindfolded made him extra sensitive.

One teasing whisper in his ear had all blood rushing down to his crotch.

Kissing you felt divine - it always does, which is why he loves peppering you with them every chance he gets, but this time, it feels twice as good. Your lips are soft and he could still taste the wine you were drinking at the party. He wanted to devour you, but you weren't letting him.

You weren't drunk. Not even buzzed. You just consumed enough alcohol to gain confidence and follow through with the idea that you got two nights ago.

Apart from the surprise party and actual gifts, you also wanted to make Rafayel feel good for his birthday, and this seemed like something that would be fun to do with him.

A string of saliva connected you together as you pulled away from the makeout session. You sat on his lap and swayed your hips to the slow rhythm of the music.

Rafayel thrusted his hips upwards, chasing after your body with desperation. You kissed under his ear while you let your underwear brush against his clothed cock, making him hiss at the friction.

You felt him get even harder as you increased your pace. The way his breath hitched and his face reddened encouraged you to keep going, pressing even more of your weight down on him.

The metal cuffs clanked as his hands mindlessly darted after you, making him grunt as he's yet again reminded of the situation.

"Don't you want me to make you feel good too, cutie?"

"Don't worry, I'm feeling good right now." you grinned, running your fingers through his hair. "I feel good watching you like this."

"Like I said," he pouts. "you're a cruel witch who enjoys playing with m - ngggnnhh!" His entire body shuddered as his cock was suddenly enveloped by something hot and wet.

You sheltered his dick in your mouth, taking all of him the best you could. Your hands are on his thighs, keeping them apart to leave space for you in between them with your knees on the cold floor.

His moans grew louder as your head moved up and down, embracing all of his length tightly with your lips and tongue. His thighs twitched and spread wider, and sweat glistened down to his chest while his stomach tightens as he finds himself struggling to catch his breath.

"P-please,,," he makes another attempt to break free from the handcuffs. "you feel so good. I want to.....need to.... aaahh -!"

This time, you were the one that was surprised when Rafayel suddenly came in your mouth. He came faster than usual, though you suspected the blindfold had the effect that you hoped for.

And so, you decided to keep it on for a little longer. This time, at least, the handcuffs can go.

"Wait, what about - "

"Ssshh."

Remaining on his lap, you stopped his questions by pressing your lips against his. He kissed you back with twice the force, bringing up his hands to hold your face gently so you don't move away from him.

You felt his cock stiffen again, though he's not the only one feeling needy; your panties have been soaked, and you were more than ready to have him inside you. You just wanted to take some time to make him feel good first.

But enough time has been wasted.

After discarding your underwear, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and lowered yourself into him.

"Aaaghh!" Rafayel threw his head back and the unexpected tightness, letting out a curse under his breath. "Mhmmm.... "

His hands went up to squeeze your ass and rocked your hips back and forth while pressing you down even more. He aligned his face to your chest and paused when he realized that you were still wearing your dress.

"Cutie, why are you still wearing this?"

Rafayel's mouth sucked your left breast through your clothes, and his teeth latches onto your nipple.

His hands went to your back to search for the zipper of your dress. Once he found it, the dress was off of you in no time. He also got rid of the rest of his clothes right before you took his hand and guided him to the bed.

He decided to stay sitting up while you settled on his lap. As he busied himself with your chest, you began to move up and down his cock, taking all of him deep inside you.

The sound of the ocean waves outside your room muffled the slapping of your skin and crashing of your bodies as your pace gradually increased.

The bed shrieks with your movements. Although cold air breached inside the house, sweat is painted throughout both of your bodies grinding against each other.

Rafayel was emitting such lovely cries of pleasure, and it only pushed you to move faster.

"Ah, screw this!"

Rafayel had enough of the blindfold and removed it before throwing it somewhere across the room, as far away form him as possible.

His eyes lingered on your face and took in your half-lidded eyes, swollen lips and flustered cheeks. There was no way he was going to let a blindfold take away that look from him.

Rafayel always admires the expression you wear when he's inside you. When you're connected. It's a view that's worth more than any of his paintings, and he's lucky to be the only one that's allowed to see it.

He kisses your right ear. One hand is on your back and the other on your hips to guide your movements.

"I'm close...."

You tightened your grip on his shoulders and sped up as you rode him hard, feeling your own climax reaching. He was thrusting up to meet you halfway, eyes glued to yours and mouth slightly open to let out his ragged moans.

Soon, Rafayel slows down and his hips stutter while his chest tigtens up. Then he pulls his cock out of you and releases on your stomach and thighs. You finished right after him, feeling like all the air was stolen from your lungs.

Rafayel pecked your forehead.

"It's my birthday, so I can have whatever I want, right?"

"...right...." you looked at him suspiciously.

"So, you don't mind if I have more of you, right?" Suddenly, you were pinned down with your back against the mattress and Rafayel was positioned between your legs. "I haven't had enough of you yet. You don't mind spoiling the birthday boy, do you?"

[thewickedjazzy]

good evening... forgot to mention this but.

pm!jess is literally circe..

[thewickedjazzy]

The girls are here

[thewickedjazzy]

MARCH MADNESS!

in time for spring and a new month. new possibilities and perhaps ship lore posts. huh? what was that? you said you were excited for some march madness? insane ! because i was thinking the same damn thing.

URSI POO HAS EXCITING NEWS!

followers and mutuals you are welcome to join me in celebrating march madness. this event is (not) sponsored by any other company except for ursula shit post central. (our sponsors are mydei, the almighty and Stanley, stainless steel cups that can be used as weapons <3)

read below and find out what you can get during march madness. data rates may apply! along with up charges. yeah….you guys thought this was FREE?! unfortunately for you guys, i am profiting off of this (im not pls don’t believe my bs.)

must be 18+ ! you are welcome to send your req through anon. don’t unfollow me after this. that’s lame but i am not in control of your fingers since i dont master in being a puppeteer.

any fandom. any ship. just no character x character. oc/self insert x character are perfect <3 ! endless entries JUST MAKE SURE TO SEND THEM IN SEPARATE ASKS !

okay that’s all for rules. tbh. just send in whatever lore for your ship or link or ship content in text and i will work with the intent of perfecting whatever you desire.

cut off date: march 10. (i have another tat appointment that following weekend and celebrating the lovers b day so pls get everything in before march 10th.)

please read below the cut and fill out which one you’re picking along with your ship etc. send me an ask or message for any concerns/questions <3 reblogs are welcome but that’s up to you 🤍 !

MARCH MADNESS MOODBOARDS

mood boards in any style i desire. could be three pics or even ten.

a silly piece of dialogue.

a theme i go with.

MARCH MADNESS PLAYLISTS

three picture moodboard and four songs of my choice

MARCH MADNESS VENDING MACHINE

random.

if you pick this you will get whatever i desire to create for you and post it <3 this goes from blurbs, moodboards, songs, etc.