A razor blade to cut through my tongue

by orphan_account

Notes:

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TW: these chapters in this fanfic will contain the triggering subjects:
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Drugs , sex , non-con , mentally ill people , abuse , vomit , sh , homophobia and rape, if any of this triggers you I recommend not reading this fanfic but before all the chapters there will be a disclaimer of what that chapter contains
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I throw the pills into my mouth. The pills I bought from those weird guys down in the alleyway. I knew they were drugs.. and normally drugs make the pain go away. Well, that’s what happens to me at least. My body felt sickly but good. A few hours later, my body felt worse than before. I walk to the bathroom, looking down at the toilet. I slouch over it, and I throw up in the toilet. My body is getting weaker than before. My skin feels like paper. In fact, I look like paper. I go to grab another pill until... a hand grabs it out of my grasp. “No more Osamu."  Fyodor.. why does he

have to ruin everything I just wanted some drugs. I just want to have it. It helps me. It helps me. Stop. “ Fyodor… I need. The pills.. they help me. Stop feeling the pain and help me think,” Fyodor shakes his head and rubs the bridge of his nose. “No, Osamu, they are making you ill; they make you think you're getting healthy, but not every 4 to 5 hours after having these so-called “good” pills in your system; they make you cry and vomit for hours on end in getting sick of it.” 

I whine and try to grab my pill. “So your sick of me throwing up, not my fault they make me like that,” Fyodor sighs. ”Well, your the one who is taking these pills on purpose... Come on, let’s get to bed.“ Fyodor grabs my arm and drags me to the bed we have made love in before Fyodor lifts me up onto the bed and snuggles me close into the mattress. “You just have to get rest.. and eat food later.” Fyodor stroked my tangled hair and kissed me on the forehead. “Fyodor.” fyodor smiles, “Yes, my dear.” I grab onto fyodors face, my hand cupping his soft cheeks, then I lean in for a kiss. 

"Dazai, I make the rules. Did I say you could kiss me?” Dazai slides his hands off Fyodor, but Fyodor grabs Dazai’s face, squishing his face with only one hand. “I'm the one in charge.” fyodor bites Dazai’s bottom lip, the blood dribbling out of it. Fyodor licks the blood slowly, making Dazai whine through the session.

"Good girl," Dazai heard slipping from fyodors mouth, his eyes widening with disgust. "Fyodor...!? Don't call me that! I am a boy?! A boy!" Fyodor laughs and kisses Dazai's lips. "Come on... calm down." He kisses Dazai again and slides his tongue into Dazai's mouth, he whines and squirms, his legs wrapping around Fyodor's waist. "You look awfully adorable just for me, Dazai." He huffed and puffed, trying to accept all of the kisses, but his frail body was barely up to the task.