NSFW CMO

[misheard]

Reply to me asking for one of these characters. You can throw a starter at me, give me a prompt, go 'idk but I want to smut', etc. etc.

You can also ask for someone on my muselist who isn't on here, but I might have to go 'no I don't have the brain for nsfwing them'.

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[goatsongs]

[Chuuya sends a selfie.

His texting has been remarkably composed for how much of a wreck he looks like. There's dried come on his stomach - more than one load, it seems - and he's still hard. He's sweating, cheeks flushed, hair mussed, nails bitten. A slew of both sex toys and empty bottles of alcohol litter the floor behind him.

He may not actually be about to die, but it sure feels that way.]

[lightbandages]

Ah, you've really got it bad, don't you?

[ He's not coming to help just yet, at least not yet. Maybe just tease for a few more texts before he does. ]

[goatsongs]

you think

[With how grumpy he is usually, it's hard to tell how much of the irritability is because of Iris.]

[lightbandages]

I do.

Buuuut. I guess I can come over in five minutes.

[goatsongs]

door's unlocked

[Because frankly, getting up to greet Dazai seems impossible right now. Probably even more difficult in five minutes.]

[lightbandages]

[ When Dazai Osamu says five minutes, he actually means it right down to the very last second. Even though he didn't necessarily have to come exactly at that time, given that their places were so close, but --

Here he is, exactly five minutes later, his eyes alight and his lips curved into a bright smile. ]

I'm here, Chuuya-kun, now where are you~?

[ Just speaking that in a sing-song manner rather cheerily. ]

[goatsongs]

[His bedroom, of course. Where else would he be? The sounds of groans will lead Dazai there easily.

Chuuya has three fingers inside himself, thrusting in and out and providing no relief. His eyes are glassy, and it takes a moment after seeing Dazai to even process that he's there.]

Dazai...

[This is probably the first time he's actually used his name.]