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Bloodletting by sinnergy
Fandoms: ヴァ二タスの手記 - 望月淳 | Vanitas no Carte | The Case Study of Vanitas - Mochizuki Jun (Manga)
30 Aug 2024
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God, Vanitas had been so stupid. To say yes, when Noé had first made him that ridiculous offer. Vanitas should have known better. He had known better, and still.
Oh yeah, why don't I suck your dick, he said. It will be fun, he said.
Poppycock.
It had ruined everything. It had been the ripple that set the carefully-set trajectory of their uneasy partnership veering off course, from where it gyrated dramatically before barrelling on and crashing head-on into the nearest stone wall.
Or: Vanitas and Noé hook up and are Bad at Feelings.Series
- Part 2 of Bloodletting
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Chuuya had a handful of ideas of what sex with Dazai would be like. Banter, a back and forth struggle for control, and constant annoying quips at Chuuya for a range of things including but not limited to his height. They had okay chemistry with each other, which Chuuya loathed to admit, but ultimately Chuuya suspected that Dazai would do everything possible to keep a grip on everything that happened. Manipulative bastard. Even if Chuuya did manage to take control, he'd probably have to tie him up three times over and still have to hear about how bad his knots were.
He didn't expect this.
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- Part 1 of Ineffable Partners
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Until You Feel Like Love by sushibomb for intimatopia
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
09 May 2020
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“You caught me in the right mood tonight, Dazai,” Chuuya purrs as he squeezes harder, hard enough for Dazai to gasp and for his hand to instinctively fly up to clutch at Chuuya’s wrist. But Chuuya’s grip remains steadfast, because even if his body is clawing, fighting against him, Dazai’s eyes are begging him to squeeze harder. Until his vision starts to go fuzzy in the corners.
Huh, just like old times.
Chuuya smirks wolfishly as he leans down and abruptly pushes his tongue in between slightly chapped, parted lips, forcing them open and Dazai’s head all the way back, coaxing him into a slow but hungry and messy open-mouthed kiss. He moves his lips against Dazai’s, tasting and exploring every corner of a panting, desperate mouth, drinking up every last gasp and noise of pleasure as if he were drinking the rarest of wines.
And a willingly submissive Dazai? That is indeed the rarest of the rare.