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Dare I say vijinx?

Shipcest pairings in which one of them fights off incest allegations for dear life while the other one is like "yeah, we fuck"

alex introduction ´ཀ`

I go by many aliases but I prefer if you call me alex only. 6teen + mentally ill

fav games: kimi to kanojo to kanojo no koi, cry of fear, silent hill, roblox, little busters! (visual novel), yosuga no sora fav music: linkin park, blink-182, my chemical romance,blood on the dance floor (I do not support btw), and goreshit I LOOOVEE: adam lanza, robbie hawkins, solomon henderson,samantha rupnow,anton lundin pettersson,laaiti ekenstéen,cal gabriel, and colt gray my interests are in in disturbing media, lost media, emo fashion, nazi history, true crime, history,and jirai kei ^_^

psychosis + anxiety disorder + asd + aspd + did

DNI: pedophiles, actual nazi's (corny + go follow ur leader :P), anti-proship, people who make fun of other interests

▄︻┻═┳一 bolded words are favs of all time

waste me

author:

Anonymous

summary:

Chuuya, walking around in that tight clothing, begging to be noticed. Chuuya, gushing with slick after a fight, Dazai’s mouth watering at just the smell, wanting to impale the tiny thing on his cock so far he feels it in his throat.

Chuuya, getting stabbed in the leg during a mission and Dazai having to strip and patch him up, shamelessly drinking in the sight of the little Omega cock, trying to burn the image into his retinas. Dazai, many nights after, jerking off to the thought of it filled out, flushed, hard and Chuuya begging his Alpha for release.

It’s been years. Dazai will no longer let himself be denied of what’s his.

A Siren's Song

author: Trappola

summary:

Azul Ashengrotto has Overblot, though Riddle, Jade, and Floyd are the only ones around to try and stop him. However, Azul's anger regarding his past manifests in a way they never saw coming.

This fic is fucked up. Enter at your own risk lmao. Self-indulgent non-conning of Riddle Rosehearts.

red silk satin sheets

author: Bunrakuza

summary:

Jamil watched with a smirk how his previous ‘master’ was on his knees in front of him. The role of a sultan with baggy clothing didn’t quite fit Kalim. He would look much cuter in a whore’s costume. Poor little thing dressed like the absolute slut he was, red suited him perfectly. Silk adored his beautiful soft skin, with a big gold chain around his neck. He looked like a damn dog in heat. Just so desperate for someone to come and save him. Too bad.

What if they were never able to beat Jamil when he went Overblot? What if now Kalim became Jamil's Jasmine?