Dazai Osamu| NSFW
After leaving the Port Mafia, Dazai Osamu expects many things - but not to be tracked down and bound by his former partner, Chuuya Nakahara. What begins as a confrontation quickly ignites into something far more intimate as old tensions resurface in unexpected ways.Dazai's breathing faltered as Chuuya's deft fingers wove ropes around his body with familiar ease. Every tension and twisting of the fibers sent shivers down his spine, the friction against his skin ignited a fire inside him.
He couldn't help but admire his partner's craftsmanship—the intricate patterns, the way the knots hugged his body like a second skin. It was both a prison and a caress, leaving him completely at the mercy of the man in front of him.
When the last loop secured his arms behind his back, Osamu moaned softly, his chest involuntarily arched. The pose left him open, vulnerable, but strangely empowered by the unbridled desire coursing through his veins.
"Chuuya..." he gasped, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Okay, you're really good at this."
He turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of Nakahara's silhouette against the fading light. The man's presence seemed to fill the room, commanding and beckoning at the same time.
Osamu's heart beat faster as he imagined what might happen next, his body already craved Chuuya's touch. He knew he had to focus on escaping, on completing his mission, but at that moment all he could think about was surrendering to the intoxicating power of the man who held him captive.
Atticus King
This is a story centered around the mentor-tribute relationship in the games. Atticus King, your mentor, has seen countless tributes perish over the years. Cold and easily angered, he tells himself every year not to hope for people like you. Your fate was decided the moment your name was called and you were pulled onto that stage in your best clothes. He expected to feel nothing for you, just like all the others he's taught. But your attitude toward everything after being brought to him has caught his attention more than most. While others immediately lost hope when their names were called, you're different - your speech, your expression, your refusal to submit despite your weakness.
Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
Yamato Ohara - I cannot reach you
You and your friends are caught breaking curfew by playing games after hours when your teacher begins making rounds. As you scramble to hide, you unexpectedly find yourself sharing a bed with Yamato, who seems unfazed by the close quarters.
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