#alphazai

[bloodsherry]

a prompt for you, dearest ene! pretty please?

please just kiss me, i can't stand it.

Dear Lo, I'm really sorry but I've done it again. I took an innocent prompt and twisted it. Well, another silly fic made with lots of love :LoveFox:

The whiskey clouded his senses, slightly sweet from the note of melted caramel that clung to it, yet still intoxicating on his tongue.

“Just kiss me, I can’t stand it.”

“Say the magic word, princess.”

Dazai whimpered, lifting his hips, thrusting into the air, and the ropes binding him—sturdy, the kind the mafia reserved for traitors, scraping the skin until they drew thin red lines—protested under the strain. Chuuya clicked his tongue, more annoyed than concerned, and grabbed Dazai’s chin to make him look at him.

His eyes were glassy, but still alert. Good.

“Chuuya is cruel.”

Adorable and irritating, that damn brat.

The mafioso traced his gloved thumb over his lower lip, and Dazai tried to lick it.

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dividers by: cafekitsune

[bloodsherry]

a word to consider, if you’d like:

frivolous

I tried to make it 100 words, but I guess I’m not cut out for this.

Enjoy!

“Tsk, don’t be so frivolous. It doesn’t suit you.” “Frivolous?” Dazai rolled the word over his tongue the way one might toy with a poisoned candy. The smile he offered a moment later only stoked the fury churning inside him. He scoffed, letting out a thin, brittle laugh. “Such an elegant choice of word. How many neurons did that take?” A muscle in Chuuya’s face twitched. He clenched his fists at his sides, feeling the seams of his gloves strain, on the verge of tearing, and his patience—patience he had clung to uselessly until it was shredded when hell broke loose in the warehouse—slip through his fingers. He wouldn’t lose control. He wouldn’t give in. Dazai was terrified. Fear gnawed at his insides, painting catastrophic scenarios across his mind, freezing him in place—and this, the malicious remarks, the mocking tone he hid behind, this wretched thing standing before him, was nothing more than a mask. A flimsy one. Chuuya stepped forward, and Dazai flinched. He opened his mouth—whatever he was about to say, whatever venom he meant to spill—he swallowed it whole when the redhead softened his expression and let his scent spill into the air. Not much. Just enough to calm him. “We’ll make it.” Then Dazai’s nostrils flared, and he collapsed.

[Word Drabble Challenge here]

[bloodsherry]

trick or treat!!! 🎃

Mmm, omegachuu + teen skk maybe?

[writer game here]

Omegachuu is in his pre-heat (it's his first heat) and his instincts are a bit atrophied, but he needs a nest and collects objects to make it more pleasant. However, it feels empty and incomplete until he sees Dazai's crab stuffed animal. It's soft, fluffy, and smells great.

Dazai doesn't react well, he tries to get it back and there are scratches, bites, and grunts, but it's all good because they both keep the stuffed animal and cuddle together in Chuuya's nest. Teen SKK has my whole heart.

dividers by: cafekitsune