Name: Rossi/Roswell though most people on here just call me Rossi.
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What i’m doing here: this blog is mostly for me to share x reader fics i like as well as write my own. I write as my health and energy allow so please be patient with me. I’m just a person afterall.
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Master list for my SatoSugu x reader series "The hands that hold you"
Stuff you’ll likely see from me: BSD, JJK, MHA/BNHA, Genshin impact and honkai starrail
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Thank you, Black people in fandom spaces. Thank you, Black creators and Black lurkers. Thank you Black artists, Black writers. Thank you, Black bloggers, Black influencers. Shoutout to those Black characters, both canon and original. Thank you, Black people, both queer and cishet.
Your perspectives matter. Your representation matters. You are not bothersome for demanding equal treatment in fandom. It is not your responsibility to make fandom more welcoming and inclusive to you. It is not your sole responsibility to create all of the Black-centered content. You are not "ruining" anyone's fun for demanding better for yourself, and anyone who says otherwise can go fuck themselves. Any fandom worth being a part of should have no room for racism in it.
Black people in fandom, you are wanted. You are needed. You are loved and appreciated. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
And since they don't get told it near enough, thank you, Black women especially!!!
not to be insane or i guess who gaf since i won’t see the discourse on my own posts anymore but corporations have been systemically and carefully breaking down our ability to communicate openly with each other for years now and every wall they put up between me and you only serves them. lol. literally art is the only thing that is keeping us from becoming actual mindless drones in the face of crushing work/layoffs/AI/corporate takeover of all means by which we create and distribute art and if that breaks down then we become easier to sell to, easier to control, etc. so just keep creating and don’t let them win. as for this fuck ass update, if you like something someone has created, send them an ask or leave a direct comment. let’s just encourage each other and keep creating, fuck everything else. Corporations trying to destroy art and culture literally just another tuesday. Send someone an ask if you see this and tell them how much their art means to you
The reblog chain is one of the things that makes Tumblr unlike anywhere else. All the notes on reblogs are attributed to the original post, no matter which branch people actually liked or reblogged. We want to keep encouraging conversations, and give contributors the recognition they deserve.
Soon, you'll be able to like, reblog, or reply to any part of a reblog chain, and that note will go to that reblog's author. Each reblog will have its own counts, instead of one aggregated number from every version of the post. And yes, you’ll be able to like multiple posts in one chain.
If a reblog doesn't add anything, the love flows up to the last person in the chain who did. Your post doesn't lose notes just because people spread it quietly.
Past notes will stay on the original post — we're only changing what happens from here on out. Retroactively re-attributing all of them would be... a lot.
This is just the beginning. More changes are coming as we keep building this out – stay tuned!
We rolled out a significant change to how notes work on reblogs, and the reaction has been strong. We're not going to pretend otherwise.
First things first: We're reversing the change. Your feedback in comments, emails, and especially reblogs, made clear that the rollout created problems we need to address before moving forward. We also should have communicated this differently from the start, and we didn't.
We still believe there's a better version of how reblogs can work. One that gives every voice in a chain the credit it deserves. But we want to get there with you.
In the coming days we'll share more on how we plan to do that, including ways to work directly with some of you on this and future changes before they ship.
in lieu of tumblr's new reblog feature. let's continue to support creators on this platform and keep this place as safe as possible.
please consider giving feedback here.
credit not needed. recoloring welcomed. feel free to edit as you need!
*credits to a dear friend of mine for this idea.
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The thing people love about Tumblr is that it’s Tumblr. It’s unique. It’s the community where artists share their hard works with people. To see the platform try to be like TikTok and Twitter/X is so disheartening.
Anyway, no, we do NOT want the new update that breaks reblog chain and turns each reblog with comment into a whole new post where the OP doesn’t get notes or credits, but instead the reposter does. Not to mention how easy it will be for people to abuse the change and turn it into a tool to harass the OP.
Remember “reblog don’t repost”. @tumblr @staff @changes @support you are destroying the very thing people love about your platform with this new update. Listen to your own users. Stop trying to be Twitter.
Final Call to Action: How to Contact Staff Directly
EDIT: Update from Support: I just received a response back from Tumblr Support regarding my feedback. While submitting the form is still important, Support is explicitly directing users to leave comments on the corresponding post on their Changes Blog. They have stated that the Changes blog is actively monitored by their engineers. If you want the people actually building this feature to see your concerns about creator credit, broken blocking, or physical eye strain, you must post your feedback there as well.
This will be my last post on this topic. I am currently battling a severe migraine triggered specifically by the visual clutter of these new dashboard features, and I need to step away for my health.
If you are frustrated by the impact this update has on creator credit, or if the new interface is causing you physical strain, please do more than just post about it. We need to tell the people making these decisions directly.
Contact Support
Go to the Tumblr Support Form.
Under Choose a category for support, select "Feeback."
Under Relevant blog, select your 'main blog'
Press 'I'm not a robot' and Next.
Fill in your details and explain why this update is harmful to you as a creator or as a user.
Because I always give a template letter when I encourage people to a call to action, feel free to copy and adapt the text below if you are not sure what to say.
I am writing to express my strong opposition to the recent changes to the reblog system.
1. Harm to Creators: Decoupling note counts from the original post and attributing them to individual reblogs incentivizes content theft. It makes it nearly impossible for original creators to track their work's reach and deprives them of the recognition they deserve.
2. Accessibility Issues: The addition of multiple engagement icons on every block of a reblog chain has created significant visual clutter. For many users, myself included, this repetitive visual noise is a direct trigger for eye strain, headaches, and migraines. It makes the platform difficult, and in some cases physically painful, to use.
I urge you to reconsider these changes and prioritize a creator-centric, accessible interface.
Sincerely, [Your Name/URL]
The more voices they hear, the harder we are to ignore. I am signing off now to go sit in a dark room. Please keep the conversation going and help protect the ecosystem we've built here.
The reblog chain is one of the things that makes Tumblr unlike anywhere else. All the notes on reblogs are attributed to the original post, no matter which branch people actually liked or reblogged. We want to keep encouraging conversations, and give contributors the recognition they deserve.
Soon, you'll be able to like, reblog, or reply to any part of a reblog chain, and that note will go to that reblog's author. Each reblog will have its own counts, instead of one aggregated number from every version of the post. And yes, you’ll be able to like multiple posts in one chain.
If a reblog doesn't add anything, the love flows up to the last person in the chain who did. Your post doesn't lose notes just because people spread it quietly.
Past notes will stay on the original post — we're only changing what happens from here on out. Retroactively re-attributing all of them would be... a lot.
This is just the beginning. More changes are coming as we keep building this out – stay tuned!
It’s very clear that you all have strong feelings about Tumblr and about this change. We hear you. The passion people have for how Tumblr works is one of the things that makes this place special.
As this rolls out over the next few days and you explore it, we’ll keep reading your replies and reblogs, so please keep sharing your questions, concerns, and ideas.
Your creativity has always been the heart of Tumblr, whether you’re the original poster or adding something brilliant in the reblogs, and nothing about this change is meant to limit that.
If you’d like to talk directly beyond the comments, leave a reply and we’ll follow up with as many of you as we can. We want to work with you to make Tumblr better.
not to be that person, but making angry posts about the update isn't gonna do anything. if you're actually annoyed, i'd recommend contacting the staff to complain. if everyone does their part, i'm sure these trash updates will be rolled back. let's go!!!
you can send your feedback here: https://www.tumblr.com/support. the more people describing the issue, the better.
tumblr also has accounts on twitter (here) and instagram (this is their latest post). it'd be worth commenting there too! let's flood their last post with complaints, i guarantee we'll get some kind of response.
Hey OP, thank you explaining this for us. I'd like to also add to please submit all feedback by commenting on tumblr's CHANGES sideblog (link below). based on the tumblr support email i just received and many others have already received, tumblr engineers are monitoring their feedback more closely there.
You can access it here.
Please.
We need all the feedback we can. Support tickets, reblogs, but most importantly THE CHANGES SIDE BLOG.
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hey this might be random and im sorry if you’ve already answered this but do you plan on continuing blood upon the snow? i reread it and fell in love with the plot all over again 😭❤️
Oh goodness I'm really happy to hear that you've fallen in love with my story. To be honest I'm unsure! I had part of a part 2 written at one point but google docs ate it before i made the switch to a different platform. It haunts me. It's not out of the question that i could come back to it at some point because I do still love Gojo and I am forever enamored with vampires. This probably feels like a bit of a non answer. I apologize. But it really does make me happy that you enjoyed it enough to ask!
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Content and warnings: dazai osamu x fembodied!reader smut, no pronouns are used for reader, reader is wearing shorts, semi public sex, dazai fingers you in the suv under the blanket while everyone is asleep
Word count: 1631
Excerpt:
“All this for me?” he smiles around the shell of your ear, sighing above you at the velvety feel of your cunt. He lets his fingers trail over your entrance a couple of times before dipping into it, taking the slick and bringing it up to your clit. You gasp softly, pressing your mouth into his neck to muffle your noises. He circles it gently, and your legs tense up around his hand. He’s careful to collect your slick all over, long fingers so pronounced as he slides one finger into your entrance.
contents: mai zenin x gn!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. mild shibuya spoilers, blink and you’ll miss it. yearning and LONGING. wc; 945 words
”Can’t we just run away?”
Mai inhales a shallow breath.
The midnight air nips at your neck, licks its tongue over your naked hands. You’re sitting on a park-bench south of Kyoto, overlooking the spot you and Mai were sent to on your very first mission together. It looks the same as it did back then, on the smaller side, but no less precious: a swing set, a jungle gym, a seesaw and a plum tree dyed the colour of her eyes when the sun hits them just right. Honey-brown, sunset-orange, almost a bleeding red. When spring arrives they’ll bloom coral-pink. Wounds sewing themselves back together over bone-white ribs.
She hated you at first. Now the thought only makes you smile; nothing like the weight that compressed your chest that April, the frown that would wear your lips down in the thought of her never coming around. Hating you forever, never telling you why.
But she did. And now it’s you she comes to when she needs a break from the world, and her lips you kiss when she wants you to be greedy with her. So you can look back on it and smile, knowing she was only scared of you. That she’s scared of anyone who’s quiet and steady in the same breath.
”Where?” she finally responds.
”I don’t know.” You shrug, tipping your head back until you’re facing the sky— what would be the milk-white cosmos, were it not blanketed by storm clouds. ”Wherever you want.”
Silence settles in between your words. It lays there, for a moment. Makes itself comfortable. When you glance at Mai she’s looking straight ahead; as if seeing something that isn’t there.
”… A port town.” Her voice whisks itself into the autumn leaves on the ground, dancing around your feet: a smooth, silky sound, like a secret. ”Far, far away from Tokyo. Over the mountains. Somewhere you can see the sea.”
You’re quiet. Listening. When you swipe your tongue over your dry lips, you taste sea-salt and iron.
”I asked Maki if she could take me there,” she admits. Waves her hand lightly, feigning nonchalance, like it doesn’t hurt her to think of it. ”Somewhere like that, anyway. But she didn’t reply. She’s probably forgotten by now.”
But you never did, did you?
You think it to yourself.
You still remember it.
(That’s your Mai. Always, always the one who remembers the painful things. Too tender to forget or put her aching down. Her sister is probably better at that: better at turning her heart into stone.
Mai loves Maki more than anything else in the world, but you’re pretty sure you hate her.)
”I’ll take you there,” you promise without thinking. ”Somewhere you can see the sea. Right? I’ll look for inns right now.”
A weak puff of air. You think it was supposed to be a snort. ”We can’t just disappear.”
”Who says we can’t?”
She doesn’t respond. The wind cups her hair, lets it sway against her brittle cheek-bone. You know what she’s thinking, though.
The bond between twins is one you can’t sever. She’s told you as much: under blankets, on quiet rooftops, nights where the moon hangs so low in the sky you could trace it with your fingertips. Pure-white blood spilling out your palms. She tells you these things because she trusts you. Only you. That’s enough to satisfy you, even if you could never replace her older sister. Even if she’ll always, by blood, by the red thread between their umbilical cords, yearn to stay by Maki’s side.
”Maybe,” she whispers finally. So quiet it seems to you more like a sigh of the wind.
”We could,” you swear. You’d give up anything to make even one of her wishes come true. This strong, fawn-hearted girl, who walked into your life two years ago and ruined it for anybody else. ”If you want to, I’ll run away with you, Mai. You only have to ask— so…”
She leans her head against your breast. Curls closer, all while keeping her knees to her chest and her spiny limbs around them. Lately she hasn’t been eating much. Less since Maki got caught in the fires of Shibuya. It worries you terribly, as all things regarding Mai do.
She doesn’t ask you to hold her.
(But you know that she wants to.
That’s the difference between you and Maki.)
As if cupping a pearl fished from the bottom of the sea, tracing the bumps of the shell that’s hiding it, your hands ghost down her naked shoulders. Goosebumps blossom in their wake. She turns boneless when you tuck her underneath your chin, your arms an anchor around her body, letting her be as small as she needs.
Soon, she’ll ask you to let go. She’ll get up herself, scared of how gentle you are, but unable to voice it. You won’t push it. Because you know Mai— much more than anyone else. You know she wants to run, that she’s thinking of it right now. A quiet life with you. You know she wants it so badly her ribs ache, too.
Inhale, and exhale, November air burning your lungs, coursing through it like wide-eyed sparrows shaken from their nests.
For now, she’s yours.
For now, that thought is enough to mend the skin over your bone-white ribs. When you look down at the ground, your shadows have melted together, two becoming one. The same volume of darkness as before. A girl in your arms, lighter than she should be, pressing her cheek where your pulse-point beats for her.
Tomorrow, you think. A bullet train to Sapporo. Anywhere. Anywhere that isn’t here.
Tomorrow.
(To the fawn-hearted, that’s the only solace there is.)
Soukoku X reader/ vampire chuuyax fledgling vampire reader x human dazai
Happy halloween everyone! I know this is a lil last minute posting it ON halloween especially since i've actually been cooking on this fic for months. I had the first paragraph of this sitting in a draft since i think july? Maybe even June. And then really got working on it this past week or two. This is my hiatus breaking fic.
wc: 9227
Content warnings: Vampires and all they entail. Reader calls chuuya master, some hints of D's dynamics but those aren't really a focus it's more just a part of vampire politics hinted at in the greater world of the story, implied trans masc reader, they/them pronouns used, use of good boy and pretty boy, pegging, (we're being self indulgent) trans!masc chuuya, Dazai is still cis though. Ya'll still with me? Awesome! I hope you enjoy the fic! (Also if you can spot the bat behaviors i gave my vampires let me know!)
Chuuya knew you were afraid to feed. That the idea of possibly turning someone, or worse losing yourself and draining them– those thoughts ate you alive almost worse than your own hunger. You weren’t technically his responsibility, he wasn’t your sire, but he’d found you, shaken and abandoned. Most likely thought left for dead by the one who had actually changed you, and you’d looked up at him with such lost wet eyes, curled up in that alley. Well.. maybe there was still some softness left in his cold undead heart. Because he’d wrapped your cold nearly dead body up in his coat and carried you home. Resolved to properly usher you into your unlife less you become something mindless or simply expired right there on the dirty pavement.
Which is why now he wasn’t going to let you starve yourself into death or madness after going to all the trouble of saving you. So as much as it pained him he’d called in a favor to an old contact of his… an old partner. He was a rarity, someone immune to vampirism, and if that reassurance along with Chuuya promising to keep you in check wasn’t enough the man did technically have a death wish to die at the hands of someone beautiful. Chuuya had said that last bit while stroking your cheek as you sat on the end of your now shared bed. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how you shyly looked away. He wished you had enough blood in you to flush properly. His phone lit up on the nightstand and a glance told him that soon you would.
Rising from the edge of the bed he pets your head. "Stay here. I'm gonna go let our guest in." You press your head into his touch by way of answer and it reminds him of the puppies he always wanted when he was a boy. His smile is warm as he turns and heads out of your bedroom.
Downstairs and outside the luxury apartment complex the weather is suitably dreary. Rain beats down heavily at an angle nearly rendering Dazai's umbrella useless as he arrives. The thing had been turned inside out by the wind more than once by his commute here, really he should have made Chuuya pay for a ride for him when he saw the weather but he'd decided to be nice since he knew the chibi was dealing with a flighty fledgling vampire. One that's hungry and apparently has the morals to starve itself out of fear of harming anyone. Truly Dazai had been fascinated after Chuuya had explained the situation to him, he was glad he'd picked up his call.
He glances at his phone ready to either send another text or use the buzzer for Chuuya's apartment that he knows is obnoxious when he hears the heavy thunk of a lock and looks up just in time for Chuuya to let him in.
"You're on time. For once, Dazai." Chuuya says by way of greeting as he motions him into the building, clucking his tongue as he watches the taller man drip water even as he closes his umbrella.
"Aww, Chuuya is that anyway to greet an old partner."
"When they're you? Yes it is." He sighs as he lets the building door swing closed. His shoulders drop a bit and he glances to the ceiling for a moment before looking back to Dazai. "I appreciate you showing up though," he grumbles out as he begins to lead Dazai down the the hall to a set of elevators. The old fancy sort with dark iron latice bars standing ornately before a brass door.
Dazai falls into step beside Chuuya, choosing to remain silent until the elevator door rattles closed behind them. "They must be really struggling for you to need me." He leans against the back of the elevator, hands griping the brass bar that's level with his lower back.
Chuuya sighs, turning from the buttons as they light up indicating their ascent toward the top. "It's like I told you they're afraid to hurt anyone, whether that means turning them or taking too much." He gives a wave of his hand.
"What about blood donations?"
"Eh. You worked at Mori's clinic for a while. You know how some fledglings can be with bagged blood. Comes right back up." There's a pinch to Chuuya's brow, more than usual, as he recounts that.
Dazai DID remember that. He wished he didn't but he did and so he gives a nod. "Young vampires can be too sensitive for it sometimes and need it fresh. You're connected enough that you could have gotten a different bleeder for this of course-"
"You already agreed didn't you?" Eyes one brown and the other blue bore into Dazai, Chuuya's mouth set into a frown.
Dazai sighs. "I did. And I still want to meet them."
The elevator jerks to a stop and the doors rattle open once more, Dazai walking out first only for Chuuya to follow and snag him by his coat in order to force him to turn toward him. " Wanting to meet them isn't enough. You need to want to help them or you're not entering that apartment, Dazai. I won't have you driving them toward frenzy-"
"Easy, slug," he grabs the hand fisted in his coat. "I'm not here to make things worse."
Chuuya's hold relaxes slightly.
"You're awful protective of your new lil fledgling aren't you," it's not actually a question and Dazai smirks.
"Tch." Chuuya yanks his hand back and stomps around the taller man. Apparently he was once again clear to enter the apartment.
When Chuuya lets the two of them into the apartment he toes off his shoes in the genkan as Dazai follow him in. Chuuya looks up when he notices Dazai just staring past him instead of following suit. "Seems your fledgling is shy."
Peering around the bedroom doorframe is you, not where Chuuya left you on the bed. Your fingers gripping the polished wood while trembling slightly. Chuuya sighs before speaking loudly for you to hear. "Yeah, well they're supposed to be in bed waiting."
"That's a bit kinky isn't it, chibi?" he says while half covering his mouth with a hand.
"Oh shut it, you ass." Chuuya snaps in a shushed tone, his cheeks heating as he hears you dart back into the bedroom.
Dazai can't help the small giggle he gives as he sets aside his umbrella and shrugs out of his coat.
Looking him up and down Chuuya huffs. "You're like a wet cat. I should still have a robe in your size for while your clothes are drying."
"Aww I'm flattered Chuuya kept some of my things. I'm not that soaked through. But feeding can get messy. Do you still keep spare bandages for me too?" Dazai flutters his lashes, only half joking.
"Who you think I am? Of course I have spare bandages for you. I also have everything you'll need for after. I always took care care of you when you did this for me didn't I?" His voice softens even as he tries to sound irritated.
"…Yeah you did." Dazai's smile is small, but genuine. "How about you properly introduce me to your fledgling?"
"And then maybe you'll finally just stop just calling them my fledgling…" Chuuya turns and begins walking through the apartment.
You quickly padded your way back to the bed, even with a tremble in your legs. When your palms touch the soft comforter you sigh as you let the bed take your weight and turn to face the door. Moving around… was more work than it should be. It was probably why master Chuuya had told you to stay put. Your hands grip at the soft fabric of your sleep pants, black silk with red lace flowers at the cuffs, the same as the top you wore. Your mind wandered, sluggish over the intricate patterns until a single knock at the door frame to draw your attention let you know master Chuuya and his friend? had arrived.
Now finally allowed to get more than just a peek the man is handsome, pretty even. Taller than both yourself and master Chuuya. Oddly though peeking up through the collar of his shirt and the cuffs of his sleeves are bandages. Was he injured before coming here? He smiles at you and you realize that you've been staring at him. Had he said something to you and you'd just kept staring at him? How long had you been staring??
"S-sorry I- Did you say something?" You croak out.
He chuckles, "I said 'Hello, I'm Dazai, and what might your name be, pretty boy?' "
You begin to sputter your head already dizzy from hunger and then Chuuya cuts in by tossing a fluffy robe at the man- Dazai's head. "Could you try not to start things off by messing with them."
"Mmpf!!" He yanks the offending garment off his head. "I'm not messing with them. It's an honest compliment and a genuine question." Your mumbled voice makes him look toward you, his head tilted to the side. "Hmm?"
"My name.." You repeat yourself a little more confidently. " is my name."
His expression softens. "It suits you. I suppose that is better than calling you Chuuya's fledgling."
Chuuya huffs. "now that you've gotten names outta the way go get changed, mackerel. You know how this works, I don't want your damp clothes on my bed." As Dazai begins to open his mouth Chuuya gives him a look that tells him to not make any stupid jokes and he raises the hand not carrying the robe in surrender before heading to the attached bathroom.
Chuuya watches him go and you watch master Chuuya before he walks over to you and you instantly scoot backward on the bed to make space for him to sit, which he does. "How're you feeling? How's your head feel?"
"My head feels.. sort of fuzzy.. Slow," with a slight pang of embarrassment, "When I uh got up to see what you two were doing in the entryway I was shaky while walking."
He nods. "Part of why I told you to stay put. That and I didn't want any surprises if your hunger was stronger than expected." It's to the point and you wince.
"I'm sorry- I didn't consider-"
"No, you didn't. But it ended up being okay. Your control, at least right now while he's uninjured is still solid enough." He raises a hand and you wince only for him to gently pet over your cheek.
You peek an eye open at him not having meant to close them, catching a flash of sadness there before it's gone. "Do you think i'll lose control after biting him?"
Chuuya snorts. "I'll be here to make sure nothing goes wrong. "
You relax into his touch on your cheek. You miss the contact immediately when it's removed at the sound of the bathroom door opening.
Dazai steps into view now wearing a soft, black robe that falls just below his knees. Much Like his arms his legs appear to be bandaged and the bandages on his throat extend lower than you would have thought. He was odd. Pretty. But odd. "From how you're looking at me I must be a properly wrapped snack now. Certainly feels that way, walking into a room with a pair of vampires waiting for me in bed," he purrs the last bit and begins to walk toward the bed.
Master Chuuya saves you the embarrassment of replying by beating you to it. With an eye roll he raises a hand. "Hold it, Dazai."
He does, stopping within two of his strides from the bed.
"We need to discuss how this will go first, I know you don't care for your safety but- " and he gestures at you "they care. And I want them to want to feed again after this."
"Fair enough." Dazai rests his weight on his heels. "So no just diving into their arms." He dramatically puts a hand to his chest and gives a bit of theatrical inflection to his voice. Tossing a wink your way.
Chuuya huffs before turning to nod to you. "Here make some space for him. We need to get him situated and i'll explain."
With Chuuya's hand gently guiding you at your arm you move to the edge of the bed before Dazai is walking around the opposite side, seeming to intuitively know what Chuuya will ask of him already. He waits just a moment meeting Chuuya's eyes before gracefully crawling onto the bed, the robe parting somewhat on his thighs but still protecting his dignity before you avert your gaze. The way his lips curl tell you he knows you were looking, then he's making himself comfortable propped near the center of the head board. You hazard a look back as Chuuya begins to help him get comfortable with more pillows, their banter surprisingly absent long with Dazai's previous antics.
You don't miss how your master gently skims his fingers along Dazai's bandaged neck at one point and it makes something flutter in your stomach. Before you can dwell on it though he's sitting back on his heels and addressing you. "So how we're going to do this. I want you to sit on his lap and feed from his wrist to start."
You sputter a little. The tightness in your cheeks tells you if you had enough blood in you to blush you would be. Master Chuuya's tone doesn't really leave room for argument but you still need to ask, "If i'm feeding from his wrist why do I need to sit in his lap?"
Dazai surprises you by answering. " A couple of reasons. The angle is better since I can keep my arm closer to me if you pull on it. Gives me some slack in other words if Chuuya needs to pull you off. Where if it were already extended? Not so much. Chuuya probably also recalls it's one of my preferences since it feels less clinical so that's ones my fault in a way." A glance towards your Master shows that he's… looking away? Dazai continues and draws your attention back. "If you're that uncomfortable with it however-" His robe slips slightly on his right shoulder, finally revealing skin, the bandages going over his whole neck yes but leaving sections of collar bone and shoulder exposed.
"Ah no, I was just surprised…" You swallow thickly, your fangs aching slightly. "we can do it this way."
"Good~" He glances at Chuuya and then back to you. "Now how about you come here?" He smoothes down his robe and adjusts his position.
You find yourself swallowing again, a reflex, before crawling toward him on hands and knees. It takes you a moment of staring at him nervously once you reach him. It wasn't like you hadn't sat on Master Chuuya's lap, but this man was new. He just looks at you from beneath dark lashes, head tilted demurely low and to the side. "Don't worry, I won't bite, that's your job tonight."
Chuuya scoffs.
The reminder that he's there is encouraging and after smoothing a hand over Dazai's knee you carefully lift and place yourself onto his lap.
"There you go, pretty boy." he rests a hand on your hip and rub soothing circles with his thumb.
This close his scent is all around you, filling your senses and it makes fangs ache with how good he smells. Suddenly there's a thumb swiping under your bottom lip. "Now there's a compliment," he chuckles. "Drooling over lil ol' me."
Master Chuuya grabs his wrist with surprising gentleness and brings it close to himself and begins picking at the bandages around his wrist making them loosen and then unravel, catching against the cuff of the robe. "Since you're so eager I'm going to get things started so you don't do more damage than you mean to," he says by way of explanation, glancing at you briefly from hooded eyes to make sure he has your attention before going back to his task. "Good with you, Dazai?" his lips move against the delicate inside of Dazai's wrist as he speaks and if not for your sharpened senses and how focused in you were in on the interaction you were you might have missed the shiver that went through the limb.
"Go ahead. It's been quite some time since i've had your fangs in me."
There's a press of lips to skin before Chuuya pulls back ever so slightly and then fangs are sinking into skin, you can see the moment blood pearls around your master's fangs before his lips seal closed around the bite, hear the hitch breath above you, the stutter in heart beat next to your ear. It's near maddening. Nothing more so than the scent of blood itself. You whine, hands fisting into the soft robe Dazai is wrapped in for something to hang onto as you watch your master.
"Shh, it's alright." And you feel it again, Dazai's thumb rubbing your hip and perhaps in a move that would be insane by most human standards he lets his head fall forward so he can brush his lips against your forehead. Were you more clear headed you might find the gesture far too overly familiar but the hunger is driving you insane and he's brought his neck so close and-
Master Chuuya says your name and your eyes snap to him. He's pulled off Dazai's wrist, his lips lightly painted with his blood and licks over the punctures. Chuuya begins to guide Dazai's arm in your direction.
Your open your mouth wide fangs bared as you lean in and are stopped short by a gentle hand sliding up the nape of your neck and into your hair. "Easy." Your master commands softly.
You whine.
Dazai leans back into the pillows to watch the two of you. He may not be able to be turned but Chuuya's venom still creates a pleasant buzz beneath his skin. He watches how his arm is being held just out of your reach while Chuuya waits for some measure of clarity to come back to your eyes.
"You're going to need to listen unless you want to be fed like an actual fledgling," Chuuya murmurs. " I want you to lap at his arm and suck, but don't bite, okay? You think you can do that?"
You let out a shuddering breath and nod. It seems good enough for him because he guides Dazai's wrist your mouth, though he does not release his grip on you. It's fine though. You don't care because the taste of blood is finally able to burst across your tongue as you half mindlessly mimic your master's earlier action of pressing your lips over his earlier bite before beginning to to lick over the wound. The blood is warm and fresh, sweet, heady as it fills your senses and it's all that's left in your head is to feed and the instructions on how to do it given by your master. Soon your hands untangle themselves from Dazai's robe to hang onto his arm so you can cradle it close as you lick and suck at the bite.
"F-fuck." Dazai's voice cracks slightly on the word as he watches you feed. The sight is nothing short of obscene the way his life is smeared over your mouth and chin. If you notice that he's half hard beneath you, you don't point it out, too focused on your meal. Despite being messy you listen well though because other than a few light grazes you haven't bitten him yourself.
"Enjoying yourself, Dazai?" Chuuya's breath fans over his ear making him shiver.
Dazai's head rolls toward Chuuya. "Mmm they're good. Feels good."
Chuuya smirks, showing a bit of fang. "Of course. They're mine after all." Lips so close to Dazai's that they're sharing breath and then he's backing off to turn his attention to you, your name falling from his lips.
You blink, eyes flickering to your master and your licks slowing as he gains your attention. Good. Your eyes are becoming brighter.
"So messy," he chides and moves into your space. He begins to gently free Dazai's arm from grip and pull it away despite your small whine. "You'll get more of him later. Need to clean you up and give him a break first."
You reluctantly release Dazai's arm without further protest, watch as the old bandage is wrapped back around it as a temporary sort of seal. You expect Master Chuuya to get up and get a cloth next but instead he leans in, his tongue dragging up your chin and to the corner of your mouth where he repeats himself more quietly. "So messy," another lick punctuated with a kiss, "You can't be wasting him like that."
Your cheeks really do warm up now. Part of you is keenly aware of how you're being watched and wants to hide as Master Chuuya cleans your face with his tongue, dipping it into your mouth and kissing you deeply between passes. At one point one of his hands came up to lock on the back of your neck to keep you in place like an unruly kitten while another grips Dazai's knee but you couldn't say when that was.
When you whimper into his mouth you hear a cursed gasp from Dazai. Glancing towards him he's bitten his lip and his already dark eyes are almost entirely black as he stares at the two of you, your audience of one clearly taken in by the display.
"There you go," Chuuya finishes with a small lick to the corner of you mouth before pulling back, gentling his hold on the back of your neck so you sag lower in Dazai's lap in your daze. There is definitely something distinctly hard pressing up against you now. Chuuya strokes the back of your neck before giving you a light push forward and releasing entirely so you fall against Dazai's chest.
Your hands quickly come up for purchase against Dazai's chest as Chuuya begins to slide off the bed. You make a question noise in the back of your throat. "Where are you going?"
"Need to go get our guest something to eat and drink. No feeding off of him until after he's been taken care of, you need to let your stomach settle anyway," Chuuya explains with a wave of his hand.
You glance between him and the human who's lap you're currently sat in. Your head was beginning to clear at least a little bit, it didn't feel so stuffed with cotton but being left with someone new was still…
"If he does anything you don't like I'm just going to be in the next room over so I can come back and flay the half finished mummy, sound good to you?"
"Rude," comes the grumble from above your head and then you feel a chin resting on top of your head.
Chuuya smirks to himself and heads for the bedroom door. "You'll be fine. Promise." and then he's gone, leaving you there. Sitting on Dazai's lap. You'd been feeding from him just moments ago. He'd watched your master groom you like a proper fledgling vampire. He was still half hard beneath you. All these truths occur to you at the same time.
"Ahhhhhh.." The whine you make as you hide your face in his chest is not entirely voluntary and he lifts his chin off your head to look down at you. Beneath you his chest shakes lightly and you can't help yourself but peek up at him, the lower half of your face still hidden against his chest.
"Cute. Really, really cute," he says while biting his lip yet unable to hold back his smile. He probably isn't actually trying all that hard.
You suddenly want to bite him. Or hide. Both. Both would be good. You can't though. You pull the fabric of his robe between your teeth and yank before hiding against his chest and he has the nerve to fucking laugh. Full on laugh. He wraps both arms around you.
"Oh I haven't gotten to see a vampire act like this since Chuuya and I were younger." He practically coos into your hair. "You know you don't have to stay in my lap? He only told you to not feed on me." He gives you a brief squeeze before letting his grip loosen.
". . ." That was true. It was implied that he wanted you to stay in the room with him at least but that didn't mean you had to sit on him. Several moments pass and you still don't move. You finally release his robe from your mouth leaving the garment loosely open revealing some of his partially bandaged chest. You could just… you begin to nose into the opening in the fabric.
"You're cheekier than than I realized, aren't you?" Dazai says lowly near your ear pulling back just in time to avoid being headbutt by you as you abruptly pull your face out of his robe. He's smirking at you. There is however a heated tinge to his cheeks.
You stammer. "I-I was just! You-" you grasp for an excuse.
"You were..?" He prompts
You puff out your cheeks. "You wear an awful lot of bandages."
That was not the reply he expected. He blinks at you, tilts his head.
"You.. you have them on your chest too but covering everywhere so.." You start glancing anywhere but at him.
He hums. Perhaps he'd give you a little break. He lets go of you with the arm you hadn't drank from earlier and holds out his hand to you palm up. "Go ahead and unwrap it a little." He figures it was better to not tempt fate and wet your appetite by giving you access to the previous bite. He was a tease, perhaps a menace even but he wouldn't set you up for failure.
You give him an unsure look, glancing between his hand and face before beginning to undue the bandage, starting at the palm and going down his wrist. You notice something here you hadn't noticed with the other in your fervent need for blood earlier. Scars. Some were from small cuts, incisions but others were bites. You trace your fingers over the raised marks, not all of them were created with care.
When you next meet his gaze his expression is set in an oddly neutral smile. Or is it sad?
"Being Immune to being changed has always made me ideal for being a bleeder. It leaves it's mark over time."
An apology feels stuck in your throat. You let your eyes fall back to his scarred skin let your thumbs run soothing circles into his wrist. Was this why Chuuya was so careful with him with feeding?
Instead of an apology you ask a question. "Do you like doing it?"
A hum goes through his chest. "It depends. I like the thrill of it. Sometimes it brings me so close to death I think I can feel it's embrace. When done right some vampire's venom can enhance pleasure like nothing else." His eyes flick toward the bedroom door for a moment. "done wrong it can leave me weak and hollowed out in the worst way."
You nod, taking in his words.
"You have a good teacher. Listen to what he has to say and you should be able to avoid leaving someone in a bad way. Just don't tell him I told you that."
Your eyes widen before you smile at him brightly, your fangs showing.
"You two seem to be getting along in here." Chuuya stands in the door frame, a tray holding a bowl of cut up peaches along with a plate containing a steak in one hand, in his other hand is a glass of orange juice.
You could swear Dazai's eyes sparkle at the sight of the food. "Oooh Chuuya is spoiling me tonight!"
…
You tilt your head as you stare at the contented human resting his hands on his stomach, half dozing in yours and your master's bed, his head lulling to the vampire in questions shoulder. Chuuya's lips quirk into a smile as he looks back at you and he gestures you over with the arm not currently looped through one of Dazai's.
You're quick to obey crawling into the plush bed and up to the vampire who's made a point to take care of you. His arm is held wide in invitation and you make yourself at home against his chest, clinging and nuzzling against him.
A pleased sound rumbles through his chest and his arm rests over you. "Feeling better?"
You nod. "Mm-hm, yes. I.. still could eat more, I think but it's not bad." You peer up at him. "Thank you for looking after me, Master."
He blows out a soft breath of a laugh, looking perhaps a little flustered. "That's my job. To look after you. I took you in as my fledging. Also here when it's just us or even him," he tilts his head against Dazai's "Remember i've told you I don't mind if you drop the titles. That's just for when we're dealing with all that other vampire hoighty toighty society crap. Part of me wishes ane-san hadn't gotten it into your head that you needed to keep up appearances when she came over after I told her I found you."
"Oh I-" You flounder for a moment.
A sleepy voice interjects. "I think they just like calling you that." Dazai peers down at you knowingly, mischievously, from where his face presses into your Master's- Chuuya's neck.
You watch as the realization flickers across Chuuya's face. He almost looks flustered as he processes what Dazai has told him. "Well if that's how you want to refer to me at home then have it your way. I'm not forcing you to though." His hand pets over your hair. Before your own eyes close you see the human's eyes fall shut, a satisfied little smile curling his lips just visible.
…
The next two times you meet Dazai go similarly enough. Feeding from his wrist after Chuuya bites a wound in place for you. You stay close to him after while Chuuya prepares him something to eat and then the three of you rest before Dazai goes on his way. Chuuya allows you practice bites on himself in the times in between. A fellow vampire's blood isn't even half as nutritious but it's enough of a supplement to let Dazai recover between feedings, and you like the feeling of feeding from your master after he's had a blood meal of his own.
It's one of these nights laying in bed with him after a meal, still licking at the punctures low on his neck as they sluggishly bleed that he brings it up. "Next time Dazai is over, do you feel confident enough to bite him yourself?" It makes you pause, tongue still peeking out as you peer up at him. He pokes your tongue with a finger to make you retract it, snorting his lips quirk up at the corner. "Cute."
You swat his hand away before answering. " I-" you start then stop, nervous. "Maybe?" Sitting up you stare at the bedding.
"Hey now. You've done well with your previous feedings, plus you're not half starved out of your mind any longer." He picks up one of your wrists in one hand and with the opposite begins to trace a finger up the inside of it and along your arm as he speaks, "I've shown you how to safely place bites in various places" He drops his voice low as his finger continues tracing upward over your shoulder and to your neck, raising goosebumps in it's wake. "Have some confidence in what your master has taught you." He cups the side of your neck in his palm.
Heat prickles in your cheeks as you're held under his gaze and in his hands. Ever since Dazai Had pointed out you liked that title for Chuuya it now felt like something he placed with just as much precision as his fangs or his fists. Your hand nearest to the one cupping your neck comes up to cover the back of his, guiding it higher so you can turn your face into it. A gentle kiss and then a bite.
"…"
"…"
"Brat."
When you look over at him innocently blood from his palm smearing your cheek, he tackles you to the bed with a growl.
…
It's feels like a routine of sorts by now for Dazai, arriving at the looking apartment building. He supposes it is now, four times with no determined end in mind would make for a routine. He has an umbrella tucked under his arm, he hadn't needed it this time, not yet though the sky was threatening to open up the entire time like it had the first time. A small piece of luck that he wouldn't be arriving cold and wet today. Just cold. Red leaves catch against and crunch underfoot as the wind blows them every which way. Before Dazai can even fumble out his phone to text Chuuya the vampire in question is opening the door to the building. Ah, Déjà vu.
"Uncanny truly. One might even say creepy, Chuuya." His teasing edge is a little lost from the chatter of his teeth.
"Figured you'd be in a hurry to get in. If I'm wrong I can just go back upstairs and let you ring the buzzer-" Chuuya says as he begins to close the door again.
"Nooo need for that now!" Dazai says quickly as he slips past the closing door.
Chuuya smirks as he lets the door close the rest of the way the now familiar thunk of the lock echoing through the hall.
Dazai whines about the cold and the turn in the weather the whole walk down the hall, Chuuya lets him. Amused by his red nose and grumping. His human partner never had been good with the cold and it seemed that hadn't changed. Once in the elevator he breaks his silence, "At least you're not half drowned this time. You'd been really freezing then."
Dazai harrumphs. "Chibi, doesn't care at all that I nearly froze on my way over."
Chuuya rolls his eyes. "It's not that cold out yet, quit acting like a princess."
Dazai sniffs dramatically.
A sigh. "Have you been taking your iron supplements?"
"Of course. Have to since I'm the only human they're currently willing to feed off of still. How are they doing drinking from you in between?"
"It works well enough to stave off the hunger. It's more mental though since by that point my body has absorbed most of what's useful from the blood." It's why you couldn't just feed from him in the first place otherwise that's what Chuuya would have done from the very beginning. But he supposes that wouldn't count as teaching you properly even if it could work.
Dazai nods, watching the numbers light up as the elevator ascends. Comfortable silence settles over the two of them the rest of the ride up and even once they exit the the elevator. In fact that companionable silence isn't broken until they've enter the apartment. Dazai, hardly has his shoes off when Chuuya's voice has him jerking his head up just in time to see a blur heading his way.
"Hey now! Give him a sec-" Too late.
Dazai just barely straightens up enough to not get bowled over when suddenly he has his arms full of fledgling vampire. Of you rather, with your face buried dangerously in his neck for just a moment before you pull your face back to smile brightly at him. He'd be lying if he claimed it didn't warm his heart to see you so happy to see him. "Hey there, pretty boy. You didn't miss me did you?" He teases with a smile.
You considered telling him that 'no, you didn't miss him and in fact you would have hugged a pizza if you were still human and were hungry enough.' but decide for honesty over jokes. "Of course I missed you," like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And you swear you swear you hear his heart flutter.
"Alright alright, that's enough of that, let him actually get into the apartment. Maybe I should have told you stay in the bedroom." Chuuya gripes.
When you glance at your master he looks more fond than fully annoyed but that probably wouldn't last long.
Dazai whispers into your ear. "He's such a grumpy slug isn't he?"
"I can hear you." He growls.
"Scary!" Dazai says behind his hand and Chuuya's eyebrow twitches.
Dazai shrugs out of his coat and the second he has it hung up you grab his hand and begin pulling him toward the bedroom. He raises a brow. You're very eager this time. He throws a glance over his shoulder at Chuuya who's following not far behind. He's tempted to say something but he doesn't want to risk dispelling this new boldness, curious what it may lead to. He has his own theories of course.
As soon as you've got Dazai into the room you let go of his hand grab his robe from where it lays across the back of a chair near a window, freshly laundered, and bring it to him. This too was part of the routine since it saved his clothes from becoming blood stained. You hold it out to him with sweet eyes and eagerly bounce on the balls of your feet once.
"Okay okay." He laughs and pets your head before taking the robe. "I get it. Your meal will get himself ready." He winks and heads toward the bathroom with the robe slung over his arm. A few moments later the bathroom door clicks shut.
Chuuya approaches you and settles a hand on top of your head much like Dazai had. "Hey now. I know you're eager but take a breath okay?"
Chewing on your lower lip you glance to Chuuya. "Sorry, I'm just a little nervous that if I slow down I'll over think it…" Your eyes widen slightly. "Don't get me wrong! I am excited to see him though!"
He chuckles. "I don't doubt that. You're not exactly an actor. You clam up for most any vampire that's come by."
You open then close your mouth. You wanted to argue. But couldn't, not really.
"I'm proud of you. For opening up this much." Your master's smile is warm and you suddenly feel lost in it. Before you can even respond his hand is at your lower back and guiding you to the bed. He lowers his lips to your ear. "He'll be out any second now, you know."
A breath stutters out of you and your only response at first is to begin to crawl onto the bed. Then after several moments, "Thank you..." You send a shy glance his way though he's looking toward the bathroom door, you can however see the corner of his dimpled smile.
Dazai comes out shortly and unlike the first time there's no hesitation as he sweeps toward the bed, no need for Chuuya to stop him to give him instruction as he places a knee on the end of the bed followed shortly by the other as he makes a show of crawling onto the bed. Fluttering his lashes he sends a conspiratorial glance between you and Chuuya. "So what do the two of you plan to do with me tonight, I wonder?" He asks teasingly as he crawls between the both of you, purposefully bumping his hip against Chuuya as he goes.
Chuuya huffs to cover a laugh. "As if you don't already know." He pinches Dazai's bandaged thigh.
He yelps turning abruptly and scooting into his place in the pillows at the headboard. He pouts, actually pouts in Chuuya's direction. "So mean, chibi." And then his eyes move to you, probably not as put out as he seems from how they sparkle. You're trying to hide a smile behind your hand and he truly just feels so taken with you in that moment he just stares.
The two you stay like that for moment before you lower your hand, letting him see your smile that's now turned shy before you begin to crawl toward him. You climb onto his lap like you have three times previously now but unlike those times Chuuya hasn't moved in to take his wrist and create an initial bite.
"Ah so this why you've been so eager," He murmurs both hands rest on your hips. He looks at Chuuya over your shoulder who seems content to observe the two. The only move he's made being to turn around in your direction, one leg curled under himself. Dazai's eyes flick down to your face catching your surprise at having been read.
"Time to give them a little independence with feeding. Think you can handle that, Dazai?" Chuuya seems to challenge.
"But of course I can handle our pretty boy here~" He purrs out. "They've been so good, haven't you?"
At first you wanted to be grumpy about being talked about like some sort of challenge but then Dazai's words hit you, the possessiveness and praise, it sends an unexpected, pleased, thrill through you. You find yourself nodding when he looks at you and begin trailing your hands up his chest, toward his neck.
He tilts his head just slightly. "Aiming high for your first bite?"
Your fingers pause at his bandaged neck, suddenly unsure. " Is that alright?"
He looks thoughtful. Dazai knows though that for you to even approach his throat Chuuya must have prepared you for it. He hums. "I suppose I'll allow it. Promise you'll be gentle?" As he asks he dips his face close to your ear, letting his lips ghost over the shell of it in a whisper of a kiss before pulling back.
You hadn't realized how you'd been holding your breath until his lips touched your ear, the air shuddering out of your chest. "Of course." Your reply is soft as your fingers move along his neck to find where to undue his bandages naturally. After a moment you feel your master press up along your back his arms sliding past yours.
"I'll give you a little help."
His voice makes you shiver as he hooks his chin over your shoulder, and effortlessly with no damage to the bandages they clearly become undone as suddenly they have slack, no longer tight to Dazai's skin. Chuuya kisses the side of your neck as he pulls back, running his hand along your spine as he lounges back.
"Now don't mind me you two."
Part of you wants look back at him but most of you is transfixed on Dazai, on the slivers of newly revealed skin and so your fingers move, almost on their own to gently tug at the limp cloth. Dazai's neck is scarred as expected, you thought you'd just find bites there to be honest. Instead there are what appear to be long faded ligature scars. Instead of tracing it with your fingers you lean in, first brushing your lips along it, a gentle kiss certainly, but also feeling the difference in skin texture using how sensitive lips are.
Something about this action punches the air from Dazai's lungs, the care with which it's done, his breath stirring against your hair. He doesn't dare say anything, doesn't dare to interrupt whatever careful exploration you've started. He just keeps his hands on your hips for now, rubbing the occasional reassuring circle into the flesh there through the silk of your pajama bottoms.
The uptick in Dazai's pulse is something you can feel, under your palm resting above his heart, under your lips on his neck- you want more you realize. Your tongue traces where your lips have been and you pause to suck harsher kisses into the skin. You can feel your fangs becoming a nuisance to simple kisses though, becoming more prominent as hunger makes itself known with the flutter beat of his heart. While your right remains resting above his heart your left slides up to cup the back of his neck. You place a careful kiss.
"You ready?" you speak directly against his skin, against the spot on his neck you were taught to bite.
"Haaa," a lil breathless "Yes I'm ready."
It's all you need before fangs are piercing skin, the taste of him bursting across your tongue. Something about it is so much better though than when your master has created the bite for you. The pressure against your own fangs as they pierce flesh creating strange sort euphoria that has your eyes rolling back, it's something primal. You hold there, with the bite, letting your saliva get into the wound to do it's work.
Dazai's fingers gripped tight into your night clothes with the initial bite. The initial burn of it making him tense then warmth is spreading through his muscles, faster than with a bite to the wrist. When you slipped your fangs straight back out from his flesh, Chuuya had trained you well, and began to lick and suck at the bite he was already beginning to feel relaxed. Relaxed enough to let his legs fall apart just enough to give the vampire watching the two of you a show.
You whine into his neck as you lick and work lips over the bite, unthinking you roll your hips against his, hiking his robe higher so it does nothing to hide him from Chuuya's heated gaze. One of Dazai's hands leaves your hip, sliding up along your back to gently hold your neck.
"Do I taste that good, sweetheart?" he breathes out, testing the new nickname.
You moan against his skin making him shiver, "So good, you taste" a kiss to the column of his throat before moving back to the bite to lick again. "You taste better than anything I had while I was human."
Then you're sucking against the bite to coax out more blood while grinding your hips against his hardening cock, and fuck. Fuck him because he can feel that you're wet through the fabric of your sleep shorts. Your sex able to cling to him and the fabric creating a delicious friction.
"Fuck-" He bucks his hips up. The hand still on your hip goes across your lower back, dipping below your waist band just enough to grope at you.
It apparently spurs you on because the next thing he knows the hand you've had on the back of his neck is sudden gripping into his loose bandages and pulling even more of them free, tossing the offending fabric through the air around the two of you before your fangs are sinking into him for a second time. Lower this time, near the juncture of neck and shoulder.
He whimpers and bucks up against you. rocking against your heat, feeling the throb of his own pulse in the bite that seems to match the pulse of your cunt. You're giving him so much and yet- His eyes meet Chuuya's that seem to burn into him. Chuuya who's hand has slipped into his own pants at some point, fingers working into his cunt lazily as he watches you grind down onto Dazai. His eyes are half lidded and heated as he stares at Dazai blue fire and whiskey burning into him.
It's apparently the signal Chuuya was waiting for because he's pulling his hand from his pants, fingers glistening before moving toward the two of you, though you're oblivious, lost in your pleasure, in feeding. He presses his glistening fingers to Dazai's lips. "Open, Osamu."
He does.
He opens up, takes Chuuya's fingers into his mouth, sucking on the digits. Wraps his tongue around them and moans.
This moaning is what gets your attention, gets you to stop feeding and look at what your master was doing and it sends a hot pulse through your core to see Dazai sucking on his fingers so obscenely.
Chuuya kisses your cheek after pulling his fingers free from Dazai's mouth. "How about I get a little more involved?" Your eager nodding makes him chuckle and Chuuya backs off enough to open a bedside drawer, eyeing Dazai.
"Hey I've been waiting for the two of you to have your way with me," He tries for cheeky but it comes out breathless.
Chuuya smiles and it's all fang as he pulls out a strapless strap and a vial of clear liquid. " Just what I wanted to hear." Getting back into position he slides a hand along one of Dazai's bandaged ankles and up his calf as he goes. When he catches you looking back at him he puts hand on your lower back. "Focus on what you were doing, don't worry about me yet."
Easier said than done but you go back to licking and sucking at Dazai's neck.
Chuuya slides out of his pants and boxers tossing them off toward the end of the bed before putting the shorter end of the strap into himself, letting out a pleased sound as he does so. Then he popping off the glass stopper to the vial of lube to pour some over his fingers, beginning to warm it in his hand.
Dazai huffs. "I know I've never accused you of being immune to vampire theatrics but wouldn't a plastic container be more convenient?"
"Shut up or I won't warm it up first."
"…"
You stifle a laugh into Dazai's neck.
Then after several moments once the lube is warm Chuuya gets down between Dazai's legs and traces a finger over his perineum before he circles a finger around his hole, teasing it. Dazai twitches but can't really jerk away with you planted in his lap. Then Chuuya is pressing that finger in, making Dazai release a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
Chuuya doesn't take long to add a second finger, kissing the inside of Dazai's thigh when he does so, murmuring praises into the flesh. Honestly it's a hell of a view, Dazai, fully on display for him with your thinly clad ass right there as well. He couldn't have been sure this is where the night was going to go but he'd be a liar if he said he wasn't pleased.
Once Dazai is decidedly stretched enough Chuuya sits back up, grabs the theatrical glass bottle as Dazai dubbed it and pours lube over his strap, the short end of which has slowly been driving him mad as he laid against the mattress working the human open.
"Ready?"
"I'm ready as long as you-" Dazai begins to sass
Chuuya starts pushing in and Dazai's reply cuts off in a gasp, his arms gripping tightly to you.
You for your part coo into his ear, nipping and kissing.
Chuuya pushes slowly, gently working his hips back and forth, listening to all of Dazai's sounds even as he tries to hold them back. That was fine for now. Soon enough Chuuya has the strap all the way in and his chest is flush with your back. He wraps his arms around you one sliding low and into your shorts to idly play with your clit. He smirks against the back or neck when you gasp and jerk in his and Dazai's hold at the sudden sensation of being touched without fabric in the way to dampen the sensation. Even with him keeping the touches teasing and light he has you panting. Good.
Then he's fucking into Dazai hard enough to rock you ontop of him. Setting the pace for all three of you. You're clenching around nothing but it doesn't matter even as your folds slide over Dazai's cock through the thin fabric of your sleep clothes because your master is also framing your clit with his index and middle finger. Letting you fuck into that space. The sensation is dizzying, especially when surrounded in the taste and scent of Dazai and his blood. It's all so much, too much even. And suddenly there are fangs in your own neck, your eyes rolling back as you cry out, squirting and soaking yourself and the human below you as you cum. Dazai isn't far behind, coming in a mess as Chuuya goes for his prostate with practiced precision.
Chuuya keeps slowly rocking into Dazai for several moments before stopping, and then carefully pulling his fangs free of your shoulder. He had no intention to drink from you. The bite had been instinct more than anything. He kisses over the bite that lightly bleeds into your night shirt. "I'll be right back." And then carefully, gently pulls out of Dazai, who can't help but whine.
Chuuya slips the strap from his own body, tossing it somewhere on the bed and then after a slight stumble that he would deny walks to the bathroom. There's the sound of running water when he returns it's with two warm wet cloths help clean you and Dazai up. "Come on now, they'll chill quickly."
You whine, not really wanting to move from your position on top of Dazai where you've slumped boneless but you can feel Chuuya's unimpressed look without having to see it so you roll off of him and begin to shimmy out of your messy clothes before you can be asked. They were becoming cold and tacky anyway.
"Good." Pleased Chuuya sits on the side of the bed and begins the process of helping the two of you clean up. The process is incredibly gentle. Especially when it came to Dazai who had been treated the roughest during the actual act. Kisses pressed into skin following the swipe of the cloth, sweet words that were anything but nothing.
When all was said and done instead of cooking like normal Chuuya let Dazai order take out of his choice. Which is how he ended up eating a ridiculously loaded pizza on Chuuya's and yours bed while the blanket's pooled around his waist. He'd since been wrapped in fresh bandages. You were laying there, content, with your head on his lap and a gentle rumbling in your chest as you watched him.
Chuuya was on his other side, flipping through some paperwork of some kind, feet crossed at the ankles.
You glanced between the two of them and then rolled onto your stomach wrapped your arms around Dazai's waist before speaking. "Master Chuuya~?" Oh no. That was your sweet voice. He lowers the page he'd been reading and Dazai glances down at you as well.
"Yes?" He looks at you side long.
"Can we keep him?"
Dazai's face splits into a grin.
Chuuya sputters. "Keep him?!"
You nod enthusiastically. "I mean you kept me."
"That's entirely different! I'll get you a dog.. hell a cat?"
"But I like him and obviously you do too."
"That's-" Chuuya is getting red in the face
Dazai bursts out laughing
"Oh you bastard you are not helping!"
And there you have it! My goodness this one felt like a marathon at the end to get it done ontime. I really wanted to finish it the night before halloween but my brain seriously burned out. I hope it was worth the wait and that you all have a happy and safe halloween!
Special thanks to @luvdurin for betaing the fic along the way and helping me roll around my thoughts! After being hiatus for the summer it was hard to shake my thoughts loose.
Tag list!: @katsulock @osamucide @madaqueue @pastelle-rabbit @icy-spicy @damsely
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He takes you to the aquarium and spends the entire time staring at you.
"Satoru...you're not even looking... You're gonna miss the sea turtle, look! He's coming back around!"
He gives a dopey grin and says something about it not being his fault you're soooo gorgeous, and shifts his gaze to the huge tank in front of the two of you, but his eyes can't stay on the drifting sea turtle for too long because like they are anchors his eyes fall back to you, your sparkling eyes and big smile.
Hii Ariel, I saw you wanted some reqs and to no one's surprise can I request a Dazai x reader please orz. I don't have any specific scenarios in mind but I'm in an academic research hole lately and am yearning for some domestic Dazai and comfort. Feel free to skip as always if you are not inspired <3
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 — 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢
◊ characters. osamu dazai, gn!reader
◊ genre. reverse comfort, fluff, lovestruck!dazai bc that man needs some kinda weakness
When the sun loves the moon
Even the ocean feels her pull
In Dazai’s world, there were thousands of shades of black and white. He wakes in a fit of ragged breaths and quivering shivers. His skin is freckled in beads of sweat. Dazai lingers in the fading memories of the nightmare he’d endured. He swallows thickly, glancing down at your slumbering figure bathed in the moonlight. Your chest rises and falls under the waves of blankets.
Oh, and the stars align every night
To spell out their love in tiny bright lights
He stumbles out of bed, making his way through the darkness. Dazai is familiar enough with the maze of furniture that now decorates the apartment. There was a time when there was only the bare minimum. Just the simple plush of a futon has been replaced by the frame of a bed. The half dressed bookshelf is now in bloom with your favorite novels and annotated papers in addition to his occasional dark-ended books.
Dazai undoes the bandages around his arm. The living room is streaked in moonbeams and he digs into the depths of the drawer beside him. His fingers catch against the bandages and he pulls it out. He squints to find the gentle ridges and attempts to peel the fabric bandages out of the spiral. The plunging shadows make the effort difficult and he feels somehow feeble in this simple task.
Oh, when the sun loves the moon
Never touching but never far
A click sounds from the bedroom door and the room is drowned in a faint golden hue. Dazai blinks away the new colors and looks up to find you rubbing away sleep from your eyes. His jaw slackens and he straightens up.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs with a gentle smile, “I’ll have you know I did my best to not disturb you even if I did want to.”
He tries to wipe the anxiety off his expression. He tucks the tremor of his hands behind the sincerity in his eyes. Dazai watches you grow nearer until you’ve plopped down on the couch beside him.
“What are you doing out here?” you say, voice dripping in a softness his heart aches for.
Oh, at the break of day
A summer's ray
“Thinking up the best ways to bother Kunikida tomorrow morning,” he says, “I find it best to get these things rolling when the ideas are still fresh in your mind.”
He can tell his answer isn’t enough to satisfy you and he can feel his composure wilt slightly. Your gaze flickers from the bandages stuffed in his palm and the unraveled ones on the floor. Despite all of his charm and smooth talking, Dazai can’t seem to find an excuse beyond the evidence in front of him.
So, instead, he lets you humor him.
A moonlit night that casts away
Their love remains, their love remains
Oh, oh, oh, oh
“I see,” you murmur, taking the bandages out of his hands, “And what did you come up with?”
Dazai’s breath hitches. For a moment, he searches your eyes but when he only finds the sunkissed reflection of warm light in them, he relaxes. “Well, I considered gluing his notebook shut. But, then I thought that might be a little too extreme for him.”
The giggle that slips from your lips sends a shiver down his spine. In the shine of your smile, you unravel the new roll of bandages and take his hand into yours with careful precision.
Oh, when the sun loves the moon
Her golden light
“I’d agree that’s taking it a bit far,” you say in hushed grins, “So what did you settle on?”
Dazai has to blink back the adoration in his gaze for a brief moment. It nearly blinds him when you look up from under the gentle glow of the lamplight. But he chuckles and watches as you tug the bandages around and around his arms again. It’s comforting to be wrapped up like this again.
“I thought I’d do what I do best,” he says, “I’d leave it up to however I’m feeling for the day. Therefore, the thing that would bother him the most is if I did nothing at all.”
You shake your head wispily at his silly comment. Your fingers press lightly into his skin and he can’t help but forget he can control his heartbeat at all. The bandages wrap securely back onto his arm and he feels a sense of relief curl back inside him.
Her silver hues
A beautiful song
“Really, I don’t know what I’d do without you, sweetheart,” he says in a tone a little too genuine to be taken less than seriously. He holds his arm out to admire the way you’ve wrapped him back up. Dazai lets out a sigh and pulls you into his embrace. In a swoop, he tugs you down onto his chest as he tumbles onto his back on the couch.
From this view, the amber glow around your figure makes him certain you’re nothing short of the glistening beat his heart pounds to.
“You don’t want to go back to bed?” you ask, pressing your ear up to hear the evidence of his life.
Dazai shakes his head, resting a hand on the dip of your waist. He strokes the skin that’s revealed itself from underneath your shirt and closes his eyes. “Let me stay in this light a little longer.”
“It’s night, Osamu.”
Dazai hums sleepily. He curls shapes into your skin and holds you so tight he swears your heartbeat has matched his. “Really? It seems so bright somehow.”
Oh, how they long
For dawn
a/n. thank you for the req, kat!! <3 i haven't written dazai in a long while so i fear he may be a bit ooc... but i hope i satisfied the domestic comfort just a bit :)