the fics-i-masturbate-to blog begins as a joke—kind of.

your pinned simply reads:

mdni. horny adult (old enough to remember life before tumblr). send an ask off anon with a link to your smutty fic + relevant cws. if i’m into it, i’ll rub one out while reading, then rb your fic after i cum.

on your byf page, people can find what you will and won’t read, what your preferred dynamics are, and what your favorite kinks are. you’re open to nearly any fandom as long as the fic is compelling; you’re here to support writers the best way you know how: with a hard-earned orgasm as tribute.

you’re aware that the idea is…niche. not every writer wants a stranger to jerk off to a fic they poured hours of emotional labor into. on the other hand, though, some writers love it. all in all, you anticipate a few asks here and there.

what you don’t anticipate is word of your blog spreading like wildfire, your inbox inundated with authors who want you to masturbate to their fics.

it’s easy to weed out those who don’t follow the instructions: blogs with no age indicators; blogs who send fics written by someone else; fics that simply don’t interest you. but you’re still left with dozens of messages. so every day after work, you get busy.

(there isn’t much of a break in your routine, as you tended to masturbate every day before you made this blog, scrolling ao3 for hours on end. at least you’re getting off with a purpose, now…right?)

as time goes on, fics-i-masturbate-to continues to flourish, and you become pickier with the fics you choose to read. several authors regularly visit your blog, but there’s one in particular who you genuinely look forward to seeing.

without fail, each of their fics feels like it was tailor-made for you. they’re all original character x reader fics, which is rather uncommon, as you mostly receive fandom requests. but they consistently hit your favorite tropes, your favorite kinks, and your favorite pet names.

the recurring original character strikes something raw and primal within you. blinded by lust, you don’t notice how each fic grows more and more specific, the reader closer and closer resembling you each day—

until one evening when you receive a dm from the writer. they say that they’re someone you know; they’ve been keeping a secret from you.

they’re ready to come clean.

Poppies 2021

Johann Besse

theyre ading a new piece to the chess board called the me and it doesn;t do anything

bro wants to kiss me so bad it makes him look stupid

thank you so much to @nykur0h for the lovely commission <3

baseball player!yuuji based on this post by @prettyboykatsuki !!

2025.04.23 caught a bunny boy for @/nagumoan

(thank you @/unriding for the help with his body ♡)

꒰ BEAUTIFUL TORMENT ꒱ OKKOTSU YUUTA X READER

warnings ⟢ dead dove: do not eat. minors, blank blogs, and ageless blogs do not interact—i will block you! yandere. captivity. stockholm syndrome. mental unwellness. dub/noncon. pet play. omorashi + piss play. cunnilingus. butt plug mention. food mentions. afab + gn reader. pet names are: bunny, my love, baby, sweetness. reader refers to yuuta as “yuuta-sama.”

word count ⟢ 2.3k

notes ⟢ this is my (incredibly belated) birthday present to yuuta! it was a massive undertaking to write; what initially began as a tiny drabble spiraled into...well, this. please heed the warnings before reading! and if you do read, be sure to let me know what you think! mwah <3

It’s impossible to tell the time of day in a room with neither clocks nor windows—not that you need to worry your precious little head with keeping time.

Time is not your master, after all.

Your existence is split in two—not unlike that of the earth: ever rotating on its axis, kissed by sunbeams from dawn until dusk, then solemnly accepting the moon’s company. Waiting for your master’s light to cut through the shadowy pitch of night is lonely; basking in his presence during the day is suffocating. You are either with or without him, for he is the extent of your life.

There is nothing else.

Edging him until he’s completely delirious and when you tell him to “say the magic words” he accidentally says “I love you”