Hey Tini!! I Have A Question, When Are You Gonna Update Your Masterlists?

Hey Tini!! I have a question, when are you gonna update your masterlists?

Hi love! I'm not gonna be updating them for a while, after kinktober and a few other things I'm gonna do an overhaul of my blog, the aesthetic will be a bit different and so will the masterlists!! I plan too have it done by the beginning of November!

This!!! And he'll force himself too tear up a bit when he sees the slightest ounce of hesitation from you. He'll plead his case, stating that he's been working all day and that he can't possibly continue when you look so good, sitting across from him, you have too understand!!!

dazai absolutely uses his big brown puppy eyes to convince you to let him nestle his dick inside you while he works. he just can’t focus without the heaven that is your warmth wrapped around him. it’ll only be for a little while, he promises !

how many requests do u currently still have like under the works?

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏. 𝐏𝐌!𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢- 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Summary: Dazai thrives off control, meaning your smart-mouth is a big no-no. Unluckily for you, he knows just how too break you down. (Kinktober Masterlist)

TW\CW- Dazai is 18, Dubcon, Degradation, Humiliation, Blow-job, Threat of Murder, Hair Pulling

You were young when Mori took you in, he told you that your abilities showed promise for the Port Mafia and that you would be one of the most useful members if you were trained right. He put you under Kouyou first, with the thought that you'd be more comfortable with her, given that she can be quite kind and more patient- then the other members are anyway. It didn't last very long for you though, given your attitude problem, you were quite the hard little thing too tame. So when Mori told you that he was putting you under one of his executives, you weren't too fazed too say the least. You assumed it would end the same way it did with Kouyou; a loss of patiences. But the man crouching in front of you, as you kneeled, had more then enough. Holding your face in his hand and squeezing, making your lips form into a pout, as he stared you down, eyes blank, giving nothing away.

"You just don't listen, do you? You know-" he looks to the side for a second, before his eye makes contact with you again, "when Mori gave you to me- too train of course, I didn't think... you'd be such a mouthy little bitch, ya know?" He tilts his head at you, his pointer hooking under your chin, lifting your head up slightly. His lips form into a faux pout before he lets go and stands up straight, his full height feeling more like a threat then anything as he uses the tip of his shoe too lightly kick your knee with the command of, "up." With eyes glaring deep into his own, your shaky knees lift you from the floor as your arms come too wrap around yourself, the wanted feeling of comfort lacking as you're pushed down to your knees again, the choked gasp leaving your lungs as your knees meet concrete. The pain leaving you breathless for a second as your eyes shoot shoot shut.

Dazai lets out a long sigh before he speaks again, "you know that's not what "up" means. Dogs don't walk on their hind legs, try again." You bite your lip as your head bows, teeth sinking into the soft flesh before copper meets your tongue. Putting your hands on the floor, palms flat, as you fix your stance, knees digging into the artificial stone as your shins and feet stick out straight behind you. You hear him hum in contentment, head still bowed in humiliation before you feel his hand fist your hair and pull your head back, eyes starring up at him before he leads you, by your hair, out of the room. There's an immediate struggle from you as he pulls the door open, your pulling back, hands shooting up to his own hand attempting, too push it away.

The pain is white hot as he tugs at your hair, the pain leaving the spot sore, your eyes squeezing shut as your hand is pulled away from his own and continues too pull out the room, your hands shooting to the floor again too keep your balance. There's lackeys walking around and starring at you when you reach the main floor of the Port Mafia, their feet frozen as their hands stop too watch you be dragged into Dazais office. It's spacious, the room mostly empty except for his desk and a couch by the wall. His hand doesn't leave your hair until he's sat in the chair behind his desk, your knees burning and cut up from being dragged through the base. One of his hands tilt your face up, he breathes in before exhaling as he lays his head on his fist.

"You're resilient, I'll give you that. You know... usually I have disobedience from my subordinates corrected within minutes- not even... but, you still continue too be mouthy and.. I'm really tired of it. So, since you can't keep it shut, might as well put it to better use, yeah? Open." Your brows furrow in confusion before his hands move towards his pants, undoing his belt and popping the button on his pants open. Your eyes flick down to his hands, mouth going dry as you start too back-track on your knees. His eyes don't leave you as he pulls his pants down slightly, hand grabbing at your hair too keep you still as the other pulls his cock out. You squeeze your lips into a thin line as you look away from him. He hums at you as the hand that was in your hair moves down and his nails dig into your cheeks, lips opening slightly as he rubs the head along your lips, pre-cum leaving them somewhat glossy.

"Bite me and your brains will be all over my floor." That's the only warning you get before his cock is shoved down your throat, throat tightening as it attempts too force out the intrusion. His head tilts back with a groan as his lips part slightly. The hand that was squeezing your jaw shoots to the back of your head, grabbing at your hair as he forces your throat too take him deeper. His hips buck up as you gag around him, your hands quickly grabbing at his thighs as your nails dig into them. His eye opens as his head tilts back down too watch you, his hand bobbing your head on his cock, your tongue tracing the veins on the underside of it. His tongue digs into his cheek as your head begins too bob on it's own, your eyes flickering up to stare into his own as you dig your tongue into his slit, he hisses as his adams apple quivers and he pushes your head deeper, his hand forcing you too stay there as tears prick at your eyes from the invasion of his cock down your throat.

His hand pulls you closer, causing you too scoot forward a little too relieve the pain before he lets you pull back a bit, your hand wrapping around him and jerking up as you take a couple deep breaths in. When you've gained some air back into your lungs, you let your tongue roll out and flick at the slit of his cock, before your lips wrap around the head and you suck. Your eyes tilt up to his own again as spit drips down the shaft of cock and you take him back down your throat, before his hand is fisting at your hair again, tugging at the roots as he gets tired of the accidental slow pace. Your eyes pinch as his cock rams the back of your throat, pace keeping up as he pants slightly, nails digging into your scalp, causing you too cry out around him, the vibrations around his cock causes his stomach too clench as he continues too use your throat.

"F- fuck... guess I know what you wer- mphm... were doing when you were out on the streets, huh?" Your nails dig into your thighs at the comment, eyes getting cloudy from the on-coming tears as your cheeks flush in humiliation. He chuckles down at you, it's dark and albeit a bit breathy, it still gives him his desired reaction; shame. His hand continues too move you back and forth as his legs spread wider and his tongue swipes against his lips and he swallows, eye rolled back before he rips you backwards by your hair. Your eyes shoot open as you look up at him, his once free hand is now fisting his cock, pre-cum flowing from the angry red tip and he's groaning aloud before his teeth sink deep into his lip before his hand is patting your cheek with the command of "open." It's milliseconds after your jaw has dropped that his cum is drenching your face. The sticky white substance spraying on your cheeks and some getting caught up in your lashes and hair.

It takes him a couple seconds for his breathing too calm down as his hand continues too lazily jerk his cock, milking it for everything it has. When his chest does stop heaving, his eye flutters open again and his head tilts forward. His eye looks you over before he slips his cock back into his pants and zips them back up, redoing his belt. He swirls the chair to the side, his feet under the desk as he grabs a pile of paperwork, barley giving it a once over as moves the chair back towards you and leans down a bit as his lips twist into a sick grin.

"Give these to Chuuya for me, hm? I'm sure he'd love too see how pretty you look right now."

When Dabi says, "My pretty girl takes my cock so well." He's not talking to you, he's talking to your pussy.

i cannot stop thinking abt the idea of fyodor being previously married long ago, living on the outskirts of russia, truly in love with his wife. but ofc something happens. she gets murdered, or he outlives her, etc. so he spends the rest of his life looking for her reincarnations. the first time is a shock, immediately recognizing her quirks and attitude. but she doesnt remember him in that life. no matter how hard he tries. then the search is on. ofc his mission takes him wide and far, but he’s fyodor. sometimes he finds her, other times he doesnt. she never remembers him. except in this life… where a chance meeting at a coffeehouse, bonding over ‘his’ pumpkin stew (it was originally her recipe) on a snowy winters day, the light in his eyes glints just right, so utterly in love with his previous wife… and it clicks for her. she remembers. she remembers him, their love, their life together. all those meetings. how he must love her… but. theres one problem. the ring on her finger. in this life, she’s been happily married for three years, by a sweet man, who takes such good care of her. someone she does truly love.

none other than fyodor’s biggest rival. osamu dazai.

-💕

Ooooh tea!!!! Fyodor would kill Dazai, and I'm being so serious when I say that. He'd. Kill. Him. This woman that he's been in love with for centuries, his everything is with Dazai, Dazai of all people?!?! He's quite disgusted, he's such a down-grade in Fyodors eyes. This isn't a contest too win you over, this is Fyodor coming too collect what is rightfully his, what belongs to him. This will end in nothing but blood-shed, and really, this is all your choice, but doesn't really matter who you choose because the other will not relent. If you choose Dazai because of how long you've been married for and you're happy in this relationship, Fyodor will be waiting around every corner too take you back with him and if you choose Fyodor because again, the wide range of history that you have with him... you'll just be adding more fuel to the fire that is Dazais want too keep you with him. I can't really think of a situation where you'll still have freedom. Because, if it was anyone else, they'd have no problem getting rid of that threat but... it's not. They competing against someone that is able too predict their movements to a "t" and they don't like that, not one bit and you'll be caught in the crossfire, no matter who you choose or where you go, the other will not let you go.