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Name: Anna
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The restaurant in Ginza is the kind of place Hiromi picks when he’s trying and, mostly failing, to pretend he’s not exhausted from another 14-hour day. You’re halfway through dessert, laughing at the way he’s dramatically narrating the latest courtroom disaster like it’s a true-crime podcast, when you feel someone stop at your table.
You look up. Nanami Kento. Blond hair still perfectly parted, suit still immaculate even at 10 p.m. Your stomach drops. Hiromi glances up too, then does a visible double-take. His tired eyes widen behind his glasses. “Kento?” “Hiromi?” Nanami’s voice is surprised. “I didn’t know you were in Ginza tonight.”
Hiromi stands immediately—old habit from college days, apparently and claps Nanami on the shoulder “It’s been—what, six years? Seven? Sit, sit. You remember—” He gestures to you, beaming like he’s just won the lottery.
Your mouth opens. Nothing comes out. Your goddamn ex-boyfriend who Hiromi had no idea you’d dated. Nanami’s gaze slides to you. Politely nodding, “Of course.”
“Well,” he says, clapping his hands once, “this is fantastic. Small world. Kento, you’re not busy, right? Come back to our place. Catch up properly.” You stare at him like he’s lost his mind. Nanami hesitates then nods once. “If it’s no trouble.” Hiromi reassures him, already signaling for the check. “Anything to catch up with an old friend, right? No trouble at all.”
You’re going to fkning murder him.
Arriving home, the apartment door clicks shut behind the three of you. Hiromi immediately heads for the kitchen, shedding his jacket over the back of a chair, “Whiskey orrr whiskey?” he calls without turning around. You drop your bag on the entry table with more force than necessary. Nanami stays near the door for a second longer than he needs to, loosening his tie with the same deliberate calm he used to use when he was about to end a long day by ending things with you.
“Whiskey’s fine,” Nanami says. Hiromi pours three glasses without asking if anyone wants ice. He hands one to Nanami first then you. You all sit. You take the couch. Nanami takes the armchair across from you. Hiromi perches on the arm of the couch next to you, close enough that his thigh presses against your shoulder.
“So.” He swirls the glass lazily. “Kento. Still doing the corporate bullshit. “Or did you finally tell them to fuck off like we talked about senior year?” Nanami smiles, “Still employed. Still billing hours. You?”
“Still losing cases I should win and winning ones I shouldn’t.” Hiromi shrugs. “Same shit. You remember that class I had to retake four damn times?” “Oh—yeah,” he says, motioning toward you with a small lift of his chin. “You were in it. Same section. Same professor. You used to finish the hypotheticals before Ikeda even finished reading the facts. I sat behind you every Tuesday and Thursday.”
“Ikeda’s class. The one with the curved grading and the weekly hypotheticals that made half the section cry.” Hiromi clarifies. Nanami nods once. “That one.” Hiromi’s gaze snaps to you disbelieving, “You were in Ikeda’s morning section?”
You swallow. “Yeah.” staring into your whiskey like it might grow a mouth and save you.
Nanami continues, “We dated for a little over a year. Then I graduated early. Corporate offer came in. Timing didn’t work.” ‘GODFCKN DAMNIT KENTO why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut.’
Hiromi goes still. The room is so quiet you can hear the refrigerator hum. Hiromi takes a sip slowly. “You dated,” he repeats. Hiromi looks at you then sets his glass down with a soft clink. “So,” he says casually, “you two have history.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Hiromi—”
Hiromi lets out a short, incredulous laugh that has no humor in it. “I was in the afternoon section. Same professor. Same material. Same fucking hell. And you—” He points at you, then at Nanami, then back at you. “—were in the same goddamn classroom as him. Every Tuesday and Thursday. For a whole semester.” You open your mouth. Nothing helpful comes out. Nanami exhales through his nose—the same sound Hiromi makes. It’s uncanny. Hiromi’s eyes flick to you. “And then you met me.”
You glare. “You’re making this weird.” “I’m making it honest.” He leans back, arms crossed. “I mean, come on. My old college friend—who I haven’t seen in years—happens to be your ex. And neither of you thought to mention it until we’re all three sitting here.”
Nanami looks at you. “I thought you would have told him.” “I thought it was ancient history,” you mutter. Hiromi snorts. “Ancient history, sure. So, which one of us fucks you better?” Kento chokes on his drink, as you shoot your boyfriend a glare, “What has gotten into you?!”
“What’s gotten into me?” he echoes, “I don’t know—maybe the fact that my girlfriend’s ex is sitting in my living room, drinking my whiskey, and apparently sat behind her in the same goddamn Contracts class I used to come home and bitch about every single week. Maybe it’s the part where neither of you thought that was worth mentioning. Ever. Or maybe—” he tilts his head, eyes flicking between you and Nanami, “—it’s the part where I’m sitting here realizing the guy who used to steal my ramen and proofread my briefs is the same guy who used to fuck my girlfriend.”
Nanami sets his glass down carefully. “Hiromi,” he says gently, “That’s enough.” Hiromi’s laugh is bitter, “Is it? Because I’m just getting started.”
You stand up so fast the couch creaks. “Hiromi, stop.” He looks up at you angrily, “I’m not mad at you,” he says, “I am mad that you lied. For pulling this shit tonight. I’m mad that I invited him here like an idiot because I was happy to see an old friend. And I’m mad that—” He gestures vaguely at the three of you. “—this is happening. All of it.”
Nanami stands slowly. “I can go.” Hiromi’s head snaps toward him. “Sit the fuck down, Kento.”
Nanami doesn’t sit. He just stays standing, hands loose at his sides, waiting. Hiromi exhales, “I’m sorry,” he mutters. “That was out of line. The question. All of it.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I just… I don’t know how to process this without sounding like a jealous asshole.”
You soften despite yourself. “You’re not an asshole. You’re just… processing. Loudly.” He huffs a small, self-deprecating laugh. “Yeah. That tracks.”
Nanami goes to turn and leave, “I didn’t come here to cause problems,” he says. “And I’m not here to compete. If you want me to leave, I will. No hard feelings.” Hiromi studies him for a long beat. Then he looks at you again. “I don’t want either of you to leave.” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, dragging a hand through his already wrecked hair. “You’re really gonna say that right now.”
You shrug, helpless. “It’s the truth.” He looks between you and Nanami like he’s weighing between jealousy, curiosity, maybe both and then his mouth curves into a smirk. “Alright then,” he says, sliding off the arm of the couch, settling properly beside you, one arm draping behind your shoulders, fingers brushing the nape of your neck as his eyes stay locked on Nanami.
“You still think about her?” Hiromi asks bluntly. Kento takes a sip before answering. “I don’t lie to myself about the past,” he says evenly. “Yes. Sometimes.”
Hiromi’s thumb strokes once against you, “And you?” He turns to you, voice dropping. “You still think about him?”
“Sometimes,” you admit softly, “Not like before. But… yeah.” Hiromi nods once, like that’s the permission he needed. He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Then go ahead and fuck him.” Your cough turns into a startled laugh. “Go on, baby. I know you want to.” He urges you again. You hesitate before softly saying, “Ken… come here.”
Hiromi shifts, pulling you back against his chest so you’re half in his lap, legs parting instinctively as Nanami sinks to one knee between them. Kento’s hands settle on your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress up inch by inch while Hiromi mouths along the side of your neck, “Look at her,” Hiromi murmurs against your skin, “Isn’t she so pretty.”
Nanami’s thumbs trace slow circles higher, higher, until they brush the damp lace between your legs. You arch without meaning to, a soft moan slipping out. Hiromi hums approvingly, one hand sliding down to cup your breast through the dress, thumb flicking over the nipple until it pebbles.
Kento hooks his hand through your wet panties, shoving them aside. The first swipe of his tongue is slow, like he’s relearning every inch. You gasp, hips jerking, but Hiromi bands an arm around your waist, holding you still. “Easy, baby,” he soothes, even as his other hand works the zipper of your dress down. “Let him taste what he’s been missing.”
Nanami groans against you, his tongue circles your clit once, twice, then dips lower, lapping at your pussy. Hiromi’s already hard against your ass through his slacks. His arm tightens around you, holding you open, “Tell him how much you missed this,” Hiromi whispers, “Tell him, baby. He’s listening.”
You start trembling and whimpering, “I—I missed your mouth, Ken. The way you… fuck, the way you always knew exactly—” Nanami doesn’t let you finish—just doubles down, sucking gently on your clit until your thighs tremble. Hiromi finally gets your dress off your shoulders, baring your breasts to the cool air of the apartment. He rolls one nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make you whine.
“Look at him,” Hiromi orders, “Look at how much he wants this.” You do. Nanami’s eyes are half-lidded and focused, blond hair falling forward as he works you over with devastating patience. When he slides two fingers inside making you whimper, back bowing. Hiromi laughs softly, “There it is. That sound I love.”
He shifts behind you, freeing himself from his pants with one hand while the other keeps you pinned. His cock presses hot and heavy against your lower back as he strokes himself lazily, watching Nanami devour you. “Think you can take both of us?” Hiromi asks, lips at your ear. “Like we talked about that one night. Remember my pretty girl?” Your brain short-circuits. “Yes—fuck, yes.” Nanami pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “Hell yes.”
Hiromi nods in agreenment, before pressing a kiss beneath your ear. “You heard him, sweetheart. He’s in.”
Nanami rises smoothly to his feet, shedding his jacket, The metallic clink is obscenely loud in the quiet room. Hiromi helps you turn, maneuvering you until you’re facing the back of the couch, knees sinking into the cushions, ass presented. “Hands here,” Hiromi murmurs, guiding your palms to the backrest. “Keep them there unless one of us says otherwise.” You nod, breath hitching.
He walks around behind you, slapping your ass as Kento appears in front of you. “Hi, pretty girl.” He tips your chin up with two fingers. “Open.” You do, tongue flat, and he slides in slow—filling your mouth inch by inch until your lips stretch around him. The weight of him on your tongue makes you moan around the shaft; he exhales sharply through his nose, hand sliding into your hair to guide the rhythm.
Behind you, Hiromi lines up, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave prints, the other spreading you open. He pushes in with one long, steady thrust, your back arching with a muffled cry vibrating around Kento's cock.
“Fuck,” Higuruma rasps, “So tight after all that arguing earlier. You were waiting for this, weren’t you?” You can’t answer—mouth full—but you push back against him, clenching deliberately. He groans, hips snapping forward harder, setting a brutal pace that rocks you onto Nanami’s length.
His control slips a fraction. Hiromi’s thrusts drive you forward forcing more of Nanami’s cock past your lips until the head bumps the back of your throat. You gag softly, eyes watering, swirling your tongue under the ridge just the way you remember he liked. The two of them find rhythm without speaking: one pulls out as the other pushes in, seesawing you between them until your whole body is shaking.
“Goddamn,” Hiromi growls, fingers digging deeper into your hips as he watches the way your throat works around Nanami. “Look at that. Taking him like you never forgot how.” He begins thrusting deeper, balls slapping against you with every snap. You whine around Nanami’s cock—drool slipping down your chin—as Higuruma angles just right. Kento tightens his grip in your hair, fucking your mouth while Higuruma rails you. Nanami pulls out just enough to let you gasp, strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip. “Words,” he says calmly. “Tell us how it feels, baby.”
You manage a whimpered, “F-fuck—full—don’t stop—” Higuruma’s rhythm stutters at your voice. They sync up—Higuruma slamming deep from behind, Nanami sliding back into your mouth. The position holds: you bridged between them, body rocking with every thrust, throat and cunt stuffed. Nanami’s thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that slipped free when you took him especially deep. “Still so good at this. Always were.”
Hiromi laughs possessively, “Yeah? Tell me something I don’t know, Kento.”
Nanami’s eyes flick to Hiromi over the top of your head, “She used to come untouched just from sucking me off,” he says, “First time it happened she cried—thought something was wrong with her. Took me half an hour of coaxing to get her to admit how close she was.”
Hiromi’s thrusts turned punishing, that comment clearly hit a nerve. “Is that right?” Hiromi rasps, one hand sliding up your spine to fist lightly in your hair, tilting your head back so Nanami can sink even deeper. “You never told me that, baby. Keeping secrets from me now?”
You can’t answer—mouth too full, throat working frantically—but your body does: a fresh gush of wetness before you come first shaking hard, muffled screams around Kento as your walls flutter and clamp down on Hiromi as his pace turns erratic. “Fuck—fuck, that’s it—squeeze me just like that—”
Nanami pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, hand stroking himself fast, eyes locked on your wrecked expression. “Where do you want it?” he asks, voice strained. You don’t even have to think. “On me,” you rasp, voice hoarse. “Both of you.”
Hiromi swears viciously as he pulls out at the last second, flips you onto your back so fast the room spins, then straddles your hips. They stroke themselves in tandem—Hiromi’s hand flying over his cock, Nanami’s slower but no less desperate—until they both come.
Hiromi comes first, hot stripes painting your stomach, your breasts, one pulse landing across your nipple. Nanami follows seconds later, spilling over your chest, your collarbone, a few drops catching your chin when you tilt your head back for him. Hiromi exhales roughly, dropping down beside you, pulling you half into his lap before reaches for the throw blanket on the back of the couch and drapes it gently over your lower half.
Hiromi snorts softly. “Ever the gentleman even when he’s fucked my girlfriend. Classic Kento.” Nanami’s mouth quirks—just the tiniest hint of a smile. “Someone has to be.”
You laugh, weak and shaky, head lolling against Hiromi’s shoulder. “You two are ridiculous.”
Nanami disappears into the hallway without a word, returning a minute later with a damp washcloth and a glass of water. Classic fuckin’ Kento, what a sweetie. He hands you the glass first. You take it with trembling fingers, sip slowly, grateful for the cool slide down your raw throat. Then he kneels again between your spread thighs and gently wipes the mess from your stomach, your breasts, your collarbones with slow careful strokes.
Hiromi watches the whole thing with half-lidded eyes, one arm still slung around your shoulders. “You always this sweet after you come on someone else’s girl, Kento?” Nanami doesn’t look up from his task. “Only when she asks nicely.”
You choke on a laugh that turns into a soft groan when the cloth brushes a particularly sensitive spot. “Stop. Both of you.” Hiromi smirks, reaches over to take the washcloth from Kento’s hand, and finishes the job himself dragging the damp fabric across your nipple until it pebbles again under the attention.
You look back up at Kento, about to ask him not to leave before Hiromi beats you to it. “You should stay,” he says, “Since it’s already so late y’know.”
Kento looks up, eyes flicking from Hiromi to you. You reach out before you can overthink it, fingers curling loosely around Nanami’s wrist. “Please,” you add softly. “Stay.” He brushes your hair to the side of your face, “Alright, of course. I’ll stay.”
Hiromi smirks lazily, already reaching for the half-empty whiskey glasses on the table. “Good. Because we’re not done catching up.” You bury your face in Hiromi’s neck to hide your blushing.
Whatta small world, indeed.
a/n: several pussy pleasure breaks were taken during the writing of this and I j wanted to share that ALSO credits to @owwllly for this masterpiece of art they drew
hear me out. Aphrodisiacs/marathon sex w dazai x fem reader
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Warnings : Explicit, aphrodisiacs, fem!reader, multiple orgasms, squirting, public sex, fingering, MINORS DNI !!
A/N: Ok so I know I said I was gonna do older requests first... HOWEVER I got this and I just HAD to do it. I love Dazai and he's not on this blog nearly enough plus this prompt was lit perfect. (lmk if I've missed any tags & tysm for requesting anon!)
It was just another typical work day for you, until it wasn’t. Kunikida, too exhausted with Dazai’s antics and reluctance to work, had offloaded the maniac with no regard for his own life onto you, forcing him to accompany you on the field as you apprehended whatever criminals got sent your way. As much as you and Dazai got on perfectly fine on any usual day, there was no lying that he could get in the way when he wanted to, and apparently that particular urge to be a constant source of irritation was very common for him. Aside from the unrelenting teasing you had to endure from Dazai all day, it wasn’t turning out to be too awful, the only issue lying in a particular criminal you’d been attempting to track for the better part of the workday. You should’ve had Ranpo with you, at least his genius mind could be useful. Dazai on the other hand seemed content not doing a lot, hands buried in his trench coat pockets, strolling beside you with an overly casual gait whilst he rambled on about something you hadn’t had the mind to be paying attention to in that moment, far more consumed with different courses and tactics that could be utilised to find and take down this criminal before the work day was over, you’d rather not have to labour away doing overtime.
“So as I was saying, I asked for a double sui- are you even listening?” Dazai noticed you’d stalked ahead a meter or two, eyes trained on the ground with focused precision, tracking every mark, every imprint in the dirt for a single sign of recent activity. He rolled his eyes, why bother wasting time doing something so mundane as attempting to track a criminal, they’ll come to you eventually. You’d sure make some pretty bait to lure out a scumbag or two, though for once he refrains from sharing that particular thought, conscious of the fact he’d probably receive a slap in the face for such a sentiment.
“How mean Bella, I’m wounded you’d disregard me so” He huffs out an exasperated sigh that you’re not confident is truly sincere and turning around to throw an unimpressed glare his way you note the way one bandaged hand rests dramatically on his forehead, the other just above where his heart lies, the picture of theatricity.
That glare cost you more than you’d realised.
The second your back is turned, an overwhelming haze of rosy mist floods the area, seeping into every crevice of space, until it’s so thick it feels like you're choking on it as it fills your lungs with something vaguely tingly. You cough, waving your hands like it’ll waft the smoke away, “Shit- what the fuck is this?”.It’s like looking through tinted lenses, the way it plasters the world in glimmering fog and you unconsciously inch closer to a surprised Dazai who’s holding a sleeve over his mouth and squinting through the vapour. The air is thick, like the clouds have descended down to earth to perform an unusual phenomenon. It begins to faintly dissipate, subtly, and in the edges of your clouded vision you barely make out a figure clad in dark clothing, face obscured, rounding the corner of the building and skidding away.
Copying Dazai’s movements and throwing an arm across your face, you scramble after the person, pushing your way through the pulsating fog. Ducking around the same corner they disappeared mere seconds ago leaves frustration building inside you, adding to the already pounding headache you’re sure wasn’t there a minute ago as the suspicious figure is nowhere in sight, only vast alleyways that seem to stretch on for miles greet you. Sighing in resignation, you drop the arm still obscuring your mouth and nose to take a greedy inhale of air, clear of whatever peculiar mist had spread across the area moments before. Only then do you register the faint buzzing beneath your skin, like your nerves are vibrating with every brush of clothing against your body. You hiss as one step back towards your original location causes desire to immediately pool in your underwear at the feeling of your thighs making contact with one another. Fuck.
Ignoring the now insistent burning between your legs, you swiftly make your way back to see how Dazai’s faring, aware he was unfortunate enough to be enfolded in the ‘fog’ you’ve now determined to be some form of aphrodisiac powder. Every whisper of clothing against your skin sends rapidly intensifying shudders across your skin, restrained pleasure rippling through every contraction of your muscles. Desperately attempting to ignore the igniting desire overtaking your mind, you stagger back to where you once were, scanning the area for the lanky frame of your field partner through hazy vision. Your gaze locates him hunched over, arms leaning above his head on a moss clad wall, entire body heaving in time with heavy breaths, lips parted and panting. Oh. Oh.
He seems to be even more affected than you are, though you can’t deny the fog crawling into your mind has your thoughts jumbled in a mix of desire and fragments of shattering control. Your own body is turning on you, legs struggling to hold up your weight, skin flushed a furious pink and breath leaving you in broken pieces. You take one slow fumbling step after the other, closing in on Dazai. You’re not sure what solution you have to solve this predicament and it’s not like you even have the capacity to think of anything other than the feeling of your panties clinging to your soaked folds and the shuddering of Osamu’s body barely a meter away from yours. You’ve never seen him so uncomposed, so…unravelled. In a matter of minutes an aphrodisiac has managed to force his appearance unruly, hair messier than usual, tussled and sticking to his forehead with perspiration, prominent bulge straining painfully against ivory trousers, eyes purposefully darting away from yours - lidded and clouded with molten desire.
Seeing your own condition paling in comparison to the utter state of his, you reach out a hesitant hand to faintly grasp his shoulder, touch normally scarcely tangible through the thick cloth of his trench coat now concentrated, sending the blood rushing to his already agonisingly hard cock. He doubles over further and moans at the contact, unabashedly loud as a full body tremor can be seen physically running down the long planes of his body.
“Hngh- f-fuck don’t do that…” He narrowly manages to mutter out and you can see his knuckles, just peeking out of his bandages, turning fiercely white with the force he’s exerting on the wall. Your hand lingers but without moving your fingers along his shoulder the pleasure derived from such simple contact is muted to a vibrating tingle beneath the skin. You’re not sure whether not to withdraw your touch, and your better judgement is becoming hastily clouded with the same desire reflected in the stance of the man before you. Hesitancy causes your hand to slip from his shoulder, though not before trailing down his back to do so. Another deep groan erupts from the back of his throat and you immediately realise your mistake.
“Oh- sorry I didn’t ev-” Your words are cut off as his head snaps in your direction, and the sight has your knees weaker still and slick gushing out of your pussy, unconsciously forcing your thighs together to gain some sort of friction to relieve the pressure that seems only to grow with each moment. Osamu’s eyes are wild, heavily lidded, hues of amber and chocolate brown swirling together in one pool of pure need, and in that moment you’re confident that his gaze could drown you, and you’d go along with it willingly. One more owlish blink of your eyes and his control snaps like a string pulled taught. He’s on you in speed you’ve never witnessed, lips crashing onto yours, all teeth and tongue, not a millimetre of space between you as he moves against you, devouring you.
There’s nothing innocent or gentle about the way his mouth moves against yours, greedy and consuming, like he’s trying to swallow you whole with each possessive tug of his teeth on your bottom lip. His tongue wastes no time, layering over yours with lustful intensity that has your head spinning, hands grasping and clutching onto any part of him you can get. His hips rut frantically against your own, cock pressing onto you with fervour that has pleasure sparking like fire up your spine and his alike. You moan and gasp, and he swallows the sounds in every ravenous stroke of his tongue between your parted lips.
In a second he has you pinned against the wall he rested on moments before, hands clutching your hips like a lifeline and lips moving to bite and suck a trail of scarlet marks and teeth indents down the slope of your neck, growling low against your skin every time you gasp and keen out at his ministrations. That buzzing in your veins has developed to full on pulsing, with each overwhelming canine sunk into your skin sending vibrations of pleasure running through your bloodstream like it’s second nature. His movements are frantic, bordering on animalistic in a way that says you’ll be wearing his marks for days. You don’t even realise your blouse has been torn open, lace clad tits out for Dazai to rain down another flurry of heated open mouthed kisses onto the skin. Deft fingers work swiftly to unbutton your trousers, slipping into your ruined panties to swipe through your drenched heat without hesitancy. “Hahh…s-so wet for me, dirty girl” His tongue barely leaves your skin to mumble the statement, returning immediately to claim any area of skin that doesn’t already bear evidence of him.
“S-samu!” The word leaves your lips between shattered moans, hips bucking desperately, chasing the friction like it’s the only thing keeping you alive, “Wait- someone could s- hahh see” His fingers seem to speed up at this, dragging back and forth through the gushing slick of your folds, though for someone so desperate he’s cruelly avoiding inserting one inside you and the tension coiling tight in your stomach intensifies every time he just traces your entrance before he’s skirting away again, leaving you to let out a frustrated whine. Your fingers have an iron grip on his shoulders, trench coat slipping off as you scramble to ground yourself in the face of such immense pleasure.
“Don’t care” his response comes muffled against your skin and yet another wave of pleasure courses through you as sharp teeth mark the hollow of your throat again and again, “let them have a show”. The next few seconds pass in an indistinguishable blur of hands and teeth and heat, Osamu’s fingers finally find where they’re supposed to go, one then two inserted into the impossibly tight confines of your walls with lewd sounds that echo off the surrounding walls, your hands fervently shove off his trench coat and then his shirt until he’s clad only in the bandages that find home around his upper torso, neck and arms. Your back arches like a bowstring, hips meeting his as you unconsciously roll them in tandem with every press of his fingers into that sweet spot hidden inside you. His teeth have finally let up on your bruised skin, only now for him to swallow every pitched whine that escapes your parted lips as his mouth returns, greedy, to layer over yours again and again until your head is spinning with the lack of oxygen.
You pull away, chest heaving with every inhale and he chases you, lips locking onto yours like the only air he needs is coming through you. You can feel the strain of his cock against you, and as he brings his thumb to your clit to flick and tease at the sensitive bud whilst his fingers scissor and prod your g-spot, you release one of his shoulders to palm his cock through his trousers. His head drops into the crook of your neck, groaning and almost whimpering at the feeling of your hand on him. He adds a third finger, stretching you out impossibly more, and combined with the fact every touch is like an inextinguishable flame of pleasure burning against your skin, you’re quick to fall off the edge, hips writhing and twitching beneath his touch as your walls clench and spasm, “O-oh fuck! Osamu!” His name falls like a mantra from your lips as your orgasm rolls through you like tidal waves.
“Y-yeah go on, make a mess on my fingers” His ministrations don’t slow, still plunging deep inside you and every coherent thought seems to desert your mind as he repeatedly hits that sweet spot over and over again. You don’t even realise your hand has stopped rubbing his cock until the bucking of his hips alerts you to the issue still present. In the haziness of your aftershocks you manage to fumble and undo the button, shoving his trousers and underwear down just enough to free his cock and it springs up to slap his abdomen. He’s big, in a way you didn’t even think about, long with prominent veins running up the underside until they reach his tip, red and swollen with pre leaking from his slit. You wrap a shaky hand around the base, fingers just unable to fit around it, and he groans low from the back of his throat with the contact.
Patience deserting him, his fingers are abruptly pulled from your heat, leaving you whining at the loss until his hand, soaked in your release, spreads your fluids on his cock, grasping your hand to guide it up and down his shaft. The irony of his cock fitting in his own hand isn’t lost on you but through your lust addled brain it’s a fleeting thought that goes as quickly as it comes. The aphrodisiac hasn’t calmed down at all, your stomach still coiling tight with sheer need, desire translated into a ravenous hunger for release that only Osamu can bring you. Hiking one thigh over his hip, you hook your arms behind his neck, grasping the short hairs at his nape before grinding your soaked folds along the length of him. His head tips back, and you take the exposed column of his throat as an invitation to trail heated kisses down it. You can feel him physically twitch at the feeling of your kiss bitten lips tracing his neck, and another bead of pre leaks down from his tip to mix with the already obscene amount of slick coating your pussy.
“O-ohh fuck.. Bella let me fuck you, have to- hah be inside you” His gaze meets yours, drowned in desire and want and you swear you see your reflection in his eyes, head half tilted back onto the wall, body heaving with lust and dizzy pleasure as your hips still grind slowly onto his length. He ruts into you, the head of his cock catching on your overtsimulated clit with every thrust against you, and the need to have him buried as deep as he can get is making you light headed. You nod as furiously as your brain will allow, but that’s all the signal Dazai needs to join himself to you in one agonising thrust. “Ohh fuck- you’re s-so fucking tight”, he hisses out as his cock practically splits you in half, and you wince, expecting pain that never comes. Instead, the pleasure vibrating under your skin reaches its peak, unravelling your mind until you can’t focus on anything other than the sensation of his heavy cock pounding into you with relentless force.
You attempt to raise your hips in time to meet his thrusts, but it proves difficult with the strength and pace he’s slamming into you with. “Shit- gonna fuckin ruin you-” It’s sloppy, in his haste to pursue release his rhythm is lost, fucking into you with hunger alight in his eyes, fueled by the lewd look on your face and the sensation of your fingers tugging at his hair like you’ll break apart without him, “till this pretty cunt remembers my shape”. Your head knocks back against the wall and your back jolts, scraping painfully against the concrete as his thrusts force your body backwards with the strength behind them. Your hands move down to his shoulder blades, scratching angry red lines into the pale skin. His hips drive into you with intense vigour, relishing in the tight clamp of your walls around his cock and the way you’re screaming his name over and over again.
You can see the peak of your desire swiftly approaching, clenching down on him as you chase the pleasure he’s giving you with desperacy. “Hngh- so c-close ‘Samu” He huffs out a broken laugh, interrupted by a moan as you squeeze hard, clit brushing against his abdomen as he draws you impossibly closer so not an inch of space remains between your bodies. Sweat beads and drips off his forehead onto your own, mixing with the perspiration soaking your own face. His pace never slows, hips continually meeting yours in a messy blend of your slick and sweat, colliding with lewd squelches that ring out into the empty space of the alleyway. “Go on, come for me- f-fuck you’re tight- come on this cock” He shifts deliberatley, assuring your clit grinds along his abs with every jolt of his hips. You’re so painfully tight around him, and your skin seems to tremor with pleasure with every contact it makes against his, so much so you can’t tell where his ends and yours begins. Wound in the unending spiral of desire, you’re swiftly pushed over the edge, stars bursting behind your eyes as you gush around his length, still pistoning into your sweet spot as Dazai chases his own release which follows almost immediately after yours. You feel his hips still for a split second, warmth blooming inside you as he spills deep inside, pressed flushed to the entrance of your cervix.
He takes you in, head tilted back and lips parted in a silent scream before your whole world shifts and suddenly your hips are being held up by surprisingly strong hands and your own are braced on the wall you’d been leaning on moments prior. You feel the filthy combination of your own sweat and a mixture of both yours and Osamu’s release trickling out of your abused pussy and down your thighs. His cock has barely left you before you feel the thick stretch of him pushing into you again, cock kissing the deepest spots inside you that he couldn’t reach before, “O-oh hahh.. Samu!” You keen out, pushing back onto him despite only having been filled up seconds before. You can already see your third orgasm of the night on the horizon, and yet you still chase it like it’s the oxygen you crave.
“N-not enough, need more, more” He’s not even directing his words at you now, just muttering into the skin of your back, finding another area that’s been unclaimed by his greedy mouth. His canines are sharp, sinking into your skin repeatedly as his hips collide with yours with renewed passion, aching to force another tidal wave of an orgasm out of your sensitive body. One hand releases its possessive grip on the fat of your hip, snaking around to draw tight circles on your swollen clit. Your legs shudder, struggling to keep you up, but Dazai’s other arm wraps tight around your stomach, holding you steadfast to him. It proves even more fruitful for him as he can feel the bulge of him in your stomach, unravelling him even faster as intended as the added stimulation tips him over the edge again, spilling another heavy load into you deeper still. The feeling of his hips stuttering and fingers still circling your bud causes another mind numbing orgasm to wash over you, gushing and spurting all over him, soaking the ivory of his trousers and his hand.
“Hngh- so- fuckk so fucking good for me” Yet again, you’re manhandled into another position, marked back now flush with the wall once more yet this time you’re completely suspended in the air, secure arms beneath your thighs as Osamu plunges his - still hard - cock into the consuming heat of your walls again, pounding and pounding into you like he’s trying to make you forget your name. “Shit baby- constricting me hah-”. His moans come in tandem with your own, raw and unfiltered against your skin, thoughts consumed by nothing other than getting you to squeeze on him like that again. He finds your sweet spot, abusing it until you can feel, what is this your fourth orgasm?, approaching you. This time it feels different, like the already present pressure in your stomach is about to unfurl in a tsunami of pleasure, and you realise far too late. “W-wait hah- Samu! I’m g-gonna p-” You’re cut off as liquid pressure comes shooting out of you, spraying his abdomen with your release as your body shudders with the aftershocks. His eyes widen for the first time since the aphrodisiac affected him, hips still pistoning into your gushing heat with inhuman speed but soon he’s following you again, and you’re surprised he’s not shooting blanks yet as another wave of heat floods your insides.
“Ohh shit- did you just fucking squirt on me? Fuck-” He doesn’t bother changing positions this time, just withdrawing his hips to start fucking back into you sloppily, skin meeting skin with a clap! Clap! Clap! “W-wait Osamu- m’still too sensit-” your voice morphs into another series of broken moans as you realise he won’t be stopping anytime soon. You’re relatively sure the drug has worn off by now, not that you could communicate that through the haze of lust obscuring both your vision and mind. This is going to be a long night.
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Itachi is not someone who’d be reckless with this decision.
Sure, his cheeks would turn scarlet when you ask. His head would whip to the side so fast his neck would be in danger of snapping, drawing one leg up as his entire body shifts towards you on the couch. He would slip two fingers into the collar of his t-shirt and tug, desperate for a cool breeze to tame the suffocating heat now creeping down his throat, flushing his chest.
His gaze would flicker across your face, hand resting on your thigh, squeezing once. He’d ask, “You — are you sure? You don’t want me to wear a condom anymore?” His voice would crack on the word condom and his blush would darken. Itachi would take a second to clear his throat, glaring at you without any real heat when you couldn’t hold back a laugh.
“I’m sure, Itachi.” You’d readjust your position, mirroring his, and look up at him through your lashes. “I just, I need to feel you. All of you,” you’d admit, playing with his fingers before lacing them together. The sweet heat building in your belly would remind you of the way it feels to drink a cup of hot chocolate.
Itachi’s lips would part, and you’d be certain you caught his dick jerking in his sweats. He’d make you wait until you’re on some other form of birth control. No surprise babies in this house.
Itachi would hold his breath when he pushed his latex free cock into you for the first time. His eyes would squeeze shut, a shaky exhale of your name spilling from his lips as he bottomed out and fucking came. You’d be able to feel the harsh twitching of his dick as he made you look nothing short of a cream filled donut. He’d be so embarrassed, ready to apologize, but he’d stop short at the fucked out look on your face.
The added slick sensation would turn you on like no other, cheeks hot to the touch as you begged him to keep going. He’d stay as hard as a rock, rolling you both until you’re perched in his lap. He’d draw his knees up, tangle his fingers with yours, and encourage you to “Ride me, sweetheart. C’mon, take what you need. I’ll let you use me until your pretty little pussy is sore.”
Itachi doesn’t have to tell you twice.
༝ ᭝ ༝ neji ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
Neji loves having sex with you, but he’d be a bit paranoid.
Neji’s uptight. From the outside, you’d never be able to tell how pussy drunk he gets. He’s a whiny, breathy mess any time his cock’s inside you.
However, he’d also be hyper aware he could get you pregnant if he’s not careful. He wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of having a baby with you, but he wouldn’t be ready for quite some time. He’d wear a condom, no matter how bad he wants your pussy to squeeze him raw. You’d have multiple conversations about it, convincing him to try just putting the tip in.
He’d be….hooked, to say the least. It’d be by sheer force of will that he doesn’t shove his entire cock in your pussy that first time. But, it’d also be the very next time Neji swears “just the tip”, when things spiral.
The warm ache in Neji’s belly would overshadow his concerns. He’d end up knocking your thighs further apart with his knees, bending forward and planting his elbows on either side of your head, leaving just a few centimeters between you. He’d whine, “Baby, I can’t handle this temptation any longer. Please, can I feel your pussy?”
“Fuck, put it in Neji. As long as you pull out it’ll be fine, I promise.” You’d lift your hips to take more of him before he could regret it, and Neji would oblige. Your pussy would hug his cock better than in his dreams, and Neji’s low, broken moan would light your blood on fire.
Neji would straighten up to sit on his knees, grip one of your ankles and haul your leg over his shoulder, allowing the other leg to hang loosely at his hip. He’d bend you in half to deepen the angle, hands resting by your shoulders. Just to tease you both, he’d pull out halfway and push back in at an agonizing pace.
Neji would fuck you within an inch of your life, long hair becoming a curtain that cuts you off from the world. Your nails would scratch angry pink lines down his chest, and his cock would start to throb as he toed the line of release. You’d smack his chest, reminding him with a desperate plea, “Don’t cum inside me! Neji, Neji, baby — you gotta pull out!”
He’d slip his cock free at the last second, letting your body flop to the bed as he stroked his cock. With three quick pumps he’d cum all over your belly.
Safe to say, this would be Neji’s new favorite way to have sex.
༝ ᭝ ༝ sasuke ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
Unlike his brother, Sasuke is impulsive.
He couldn’t deny the thought would cross his mind every now and then, playing with the idea of fucking you raw and seeing his sticky, white cum cover his cock and spill from your pussy.
Usually when he got the urge he’d jerk himself off. Cool fingers would wrap around his warm cock, shivers running down his spine as he stroked himself slowly. He’d cum in a heartbeat.
It would dull the ache of his desire for a while. Hell, he definitely wouldn’t want to have a baby any time in the near future. But soon enough it’d start to eat at him again. His stomach would clench tight every time you’d have sex, nasty dreams forcing him to wake up hard. That’s why, when you beg him to take the condom off, it’s take zero effort to convince him.
Your face would be buried in your pillow, ass in the air, and one hand would fist the sheets. The other would twist behind to smack against Sasuke’s lean lower belly, pushing at him to wait. He’d be too focused, hands pressing your lower back into a harsh arch, sweat trailing down his temple, over his jaw, dripping onto your back.
“Sasuke,” you’d moan, asking for his attention. “Wait, Sasuke — ah fuck!” You’d dig your nails into his belly until he sucked in a sharp breath. “Take the condom off, please!”
His hips would still, pressed flush to your ass. “What?” He’d ask, already be pulling out. “You want me to fuck you raw?” He’d tease. “So spoiled, princess.”
You’d roll onto your back, cheeks heated, chest heaving. “Just fucking take it off,” you’d demand, reaching to grasp the slippery latex and slide it free. Sasuke would smirk, eyes glued to his dick as it bobs once the condom pops off.
Sasuke’s jaw would go slack once you stroked his cock, the skin soft and slick from leftover lube. He’d fucking whimper, a noise he’d never made before, when he pushes all the way in. Sasuke’s thoughts wouldn’t be coherent after that. He’d put your knees to your ears and fuck you until he’s cum twice and you’re squirting onto his pelvis.
He would panic the next day, going dizzy with relief when you inform him you started getting birth control shots.
༝ ᭝ ༝ kakashi ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
Kakashi would be asking you if he could hit it raw.
For your entire relationship, Kakashi would have it known that he’s got a fantasy about giving you a “cream pie”, for lack of a better word. He’d never push you to do something you’re uncomfortable with, no, he’d be more than happy to even role play the act.
There’s no denying that Kakashi would truly want to get you pregnant. He’d love to see your belly round with his baby, but he’d be patient and wait for you to give him the go ahead. However, Kakashi has a loud mouth, and he’d voice his desires at least every other time you have sex.
In the end, the idea would get in your head and become more than appealing to you. When you gave in, it’d be when Kakashi least expected it. It’d be a night when his back is propped up by a couple pillows near your headboard, calloused hands gripping your ass and guiding the slow roll of your hips. Kakashi would be drooling about how well you ride his cock.
Your hands would brace themselves on his pecs, nails digging into his skin, and Kakashi wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. No surprise there. “Babygirl,” he’d moan, eyes rolling towards the ceiling when your pussy clenches tight. “Look so pretty when you ride me, m’gonna cum so hard. You’ll let me knock you up, yeah? Wanna see you swollen with my baby so bad.”
You’d slap your hand over his mouth to stop the stream of filthy words, cheeks blistering. “Kakashi,” you’d say through your teeth, voice pitching higher. “Take off the condom.”
Kakashi’s eyebrows would shoot to his hairline, jaw dropping open as the words he’d been waiting forever to hear sunk in. There’s no way in hell you’d have to repeat yourself. He’d shove you off his lap and onto your back, settling between your spread thighs as he all but ripped off the condom. He’d stroke his cock a couple times before readjusting his weight, taking his time to slide his bare cock back inside you.
Kakashi would whine in back of his throat, pushing your thighs apart until your muscles started to protest. “Kakashi!” You’d gasp, pushing up to your elbows, fisting the sheets as he railed the shit out of you.
“Sorry, can’t — fuck, can’t help myself,” he’d pant, not sounding sorry at all. You’d catch a glimpse of Kakashi’s sharingan whirling and then he’d be cumming before you realized he’s close.
He wouldn’t stop with one round. He’d wring pleasure out of you until your legs turned to jelly. He’d cum again after that, making such a mess that you’d both end up in the shower.
You do not have to answer the personal ones. We have a collective project. A study, if you want. It is for a purpose. After that you may get a riddle. And you will have a chance.
Hey, so. Do you think that being mysterious and turning this into a game makes you look any better? This is strange behaviour -- after all, who are you to ask us all of these things expecting the truth when we have no idea what your answers to those same questions would be? Slapping "social experiment" on the front of all of this does not make this okay. What does my height have to do with my behaviour?
I'm siding with @leaderofthechildrenofthecreature. this is incredibly suspicious, and even if you don't have an ulterior motive, anyone else on the internet could.
I've noticed you've been asking people who seem to be around my corner of the internet, or in other words, minors. Do you think that making your likes and following public makes you look less strange? Because it doesn't. It really doesn't. The fact your likes are almost completely comprised of the specific blogs you are trying to coerce into your experiment is also not lost on me.
You've also been rather desperate in our (or at least, my) inbox(es) for this information. You realise there are millions of other tumblr blogs, right?
Hey, so, psychologically, this is a major sign of PEDOPHILIA.
not just that, info-index seems to give off major ASPD vibes and genuinely makes me uneasy.
Image number one: "Our project has been compromised." It nearly sounds as if this could be related to human trafficking. Especially with the questions asked.
Questions that stick out and why:
34&35: A question asking what you find attractive can be used against you when preying on you.
37: A question about your biggest insecurity. The owner of that account and whomever else works alongside them can exploit that.
43: This one speaks for itself.
20/21: What you hate/love most about yourself; sharing this information can assist in the creation of a profile when they do attempt to physically reach you.
23/24: Relationship with siblings/parents. Should this be shared, that can too be used against you.
27/28: A description of the boy/girl you like/dislike. This can put someone else in danger too.
13/14: Biggest turn ons/offs. Overall, it is disgusting when this is targeted to MINORS.
16: "I'll love you if....." is a question that, if answered, can let the person adjust to your preferences to pull you into their trap (same for 13/14)
18: Most traumatic experience. Just like the insecurity question, it can be used to exploit you.
These questions were specifically crafted to get as much information as possible. Also, the tattoo question, shoe size, height, weight, etc, questions aren't just for psychological profiling. It's to create a physical file on you and to assist in the finding of you. The image is below.
The age you get mistaken for, piercings, tattoos, age, and other physical description questions are red flags that tell you that this person does NOT mean good and is only using this information as a means to figuring out who you are. All it takes is searching up your physical description with age included, and they can find out who you are.
Platforms like Google use keywords to find the answer to the question. Google will observe words such as: Caucasian, African, (any ethnicity), brown eyes, blue eyes, (any eye color) curly hair, straight hair (any hair type), black hair, brown hair (any hair color) 14, 16 (any age), nose piercing, ear piercing (any piercings or tattoos).
They can also ping your location if you text them on any other platforms. Usually via SMS, but they can ping your IP address if you are using wifi. By using the IP address, they can run it through a server and determine your location.
This is likely related to an aspiring kidnapper, someone involved in CP, or human (child specifically) trafficking.
Do not give out personal information to this person or answer any surveys on any apps.
Report the account asking these questions, do not answer or interact because even if you do not answer anything, by responding, they can figure out whom you are.
Thank you, stay safe, and be mindful about who you talk to. @leaderofthechildrenofthecreature
Hey, I'm here with to tell you about a user by the name of @info-index that has gone around and asked myself and two other that I'm aware of so far, @snipemeout and @logan-eo-offical a list of 44 extremely personal questions, like, name, age, all those sorts of things, things that could, A, clue to where you live, and B, clue to what you look like
If you get this ask, do not answer it at all, do not engage, just delete the ask
Unfortunately, @logan-eo-offical and @plague-doctor-offical answered it, but the goal here is for others to not, tag as many people as you can
sexuality: i like men, love skeletons(cough cough dust sans) more
followers: idk, smwhere above 400
b-day: june 22(i think)
fav moots: uh, any moot that is silly, so,,, @koshmar-iguess @luvyourself2hell @killersansreal @perihelion-of-the-night ... actually thats it cause most of my moots died for some reason 😭
fav songs:Final&Hopes and dreams(orchestra),my blood,STUDY ME (勉強して),all amv Shinsei Kammetechan,go home- time no keloid,Goodbye humanity (さよなら人類) — cover fumine hisamatsu.
Relationship status: single and NOT ready nor does want to mingle + delusional for fictional men
Sexuality: not sure myself but I like men but I have high standards
Followers: 114
B-day: 13th November
Fav moots (note, me tagging you here doesn't mean you have to do these) : @1choclo @matveytale @miracle-negative @avianoutcast @veshalllka @imabigboi @pillzyumnz
Fav song:
* all the songs that were made by Jack Stauber.
* Cradles & Isolate by Sub Urban.
* Burning Pile, Arms Tonite & Oh Ana by Mother Mother
Wowie it's been a long while since I've posted here TwT
(sorry I've kinda taken a break from UT for now and went back to my insta. Y'all can check it out if anyone's interested. I'm currently continuing my old Sky Cotl au there ^_^)
Awww.... Really I'm one of your Favorites!n🤩🤩🤩 Your also my Favorites too!!! \(^∆^)/ thanks for tagging me <3 @avianoutcast
Name: Lone / Yukki
Age: Mid 20's
Relationship: Single
Gender: Gurl/Guy/She/He/They/Them
Followers: 199
B-day: Starts of Bear Months X'D
FAVORITE MOOTS: ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝
@lutikspot (my lovable Bestest Friend ^w^) @avianoutcast (my Inspiration, my very first Art moot friend) @psych0t1c-bread (Kindest Moot likea cotton, nicest and comfortable to chat with, giving older sister energy ^^) @weirdghostcat (my Silly/Chaotic and same energy Moot/friend) @awa-the-skeleton (my Silly Moot/friend and Fellow Killer fan Xp) @ferociousperson ( Delta fellow fan and always love to chat on comment sec.) @stellocchia (keeping my love to Minecraft fandom alive by seeing they're reblog and post in my dash) @casualshrimp (love your art it always brings me back to my childhood) @flancreates (I love to see them post art it's so soothing to look at) @miracle-negative (the most nice, silly, funny art Moot love to interact in comment sec.) @ninkkkkk (like they're Scarf sans oc idk how to interact w/ them) @3dogbones (they ignites my admiration for Epic sans) @broocksz (keep being Awesome Cool Artist) @toffeebrews (Moot Artist that I look up) @signanothername (Cool Art Moot that I admire and Look up) @lenainris (my first ever Moot Artist and A big Fan of them) @camera-face (my Chaotic/Silly Art Moot tee~hee! >:3c <3) @mehboop (my adorable art moot that i want to squished they cute Face :p) @zoonnoryx (Cool art moot) @octoagent-ray (my fellow Delta fan) @epicmizsauuce (my fellow Epic sans fan) @fatalcross @dustsansm2 @julietskitswap @imabigboi (new cool moot friend) and more ^^
Sexuality : lesbian and aro/ace spec (queerplatonic too)
Gender : nonbinary
Nationality : french (fun fact I also have polish and spanish blood)
Followers : 141
Fav friends/mutuals : @frooglet @stuckintimeloop @theultimatenerd0fficial @totally-cis-offical but I love you all even if you weren't tagged ^^
Birthday : 14 of May (I'm supposed to say May 14th aren't I)
Fav song : I have too manyyy ...But I think it's Would You Rather by Crusher-P (and then I think of 13 other awesome songs help) because I relate a lot to it, and because it helped me realize some things and feel better about myself in general
Sexuality: aroace and possibly bi? Pan? Im figuring it out
Followers: idk like 232 on this one I have more on my other one
Fav friends/mutuals: @ivysbea @butterflyoffreedom @lovelyy-and-lost @kindregardsfrommylifetoyours @someacedude @dragonmine-24 @lilianaamorewolflol @tah1u11ah @tuekytail @goldfishinabottle listen I absolutely forgot some people but know ily all 😭
Fav song: Kill the Rock by MSI, Burn Me With A Bible by VIOLENT VIRA, Nazi Halo by Jack off Jill, Denial by Sevendust, Creep and The Last Day I was Happy by Scarling., She Burned Me Down by Type O Negative, American River and Duck Eat Duck World by Destroy Boys
Nickname: Anna, nanner, nanner bug (my aunt gave me the last 2, and they stuck) anyuta (meaning dear Anna or little anna)
Real name: Anastasia
Age: minor
Sexuality: bi
Fav moots: @livingdeadgirl44 @rottingpink (I don't really talk to my moots and want to avoid tagging someone who has already done this)
Favorite music: anything in my native language (russian/estonian), $B, Metallica, AC/DC, rob zombie, misfits, gorillaz, type o negative, black sabbath, MSI, Kate Bush
Birthday: August 21st
Favorite books currently: the house of the scorpion, the lord of opium, animal farm, tender is the flesh, 1987, and rockabye
My dreams and aspirations: a hard one, but criminology is a major dream for me. However, I also want to become a DV or SA lawyer. I'm currently in advanced classes where only 25 people made it in, so I'm getting my credits currently.
Favorite shows: American psycho, the terrifier series, criminal minds, NCIS, law and order SVU.
Followers: 82
My past: i was born in Latvia, and my family moved to Estonia. I grew up speaking a mix of Russian and Estonian as my parents lived in the small community where russian was spoken in latvia for a long time. My name came from my grandmother, who was named Anastasia. I speak English primarily now. I am currently living in Belarus because my father works jobs that make him move around a lot, but we get decent housing from it. We will be moving back to Estonia once his employer lets him.
Places i have been for my father's job because he has to be away for months at a time: Kazakhstan, Canada, Lithuania, Uzbekistan, the Netherlands, Greenland, the US and Moldova.
If I can get my ears checked because I don't think they're working very well and most (all) of the people I talk to irl complain about me not hearing them properly
