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—𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
✩pairing: Touya Todoroki x Fem!Reader
✩genre: hurt/comfort, smut
✩word count: 8.1k
✩warnings: injury and blood (nothing gory), codependent relationship (but make it cute), reader is very lonely and says “i can fix you”, praise kink, degradation, unprotected sex, dry humping/thigh riding, light hair pulling, face fucking, f!receiving oral, hallucinations (dabi gets hit by a fear quirk), dabi burns reader on accident (again —because fear quirk, not with the intention of hurting her), dumbification, eating together, mentions and light descriptions of dabi’s childhood abuse. dabi’s kinda mean to reader at first, and does break into her apartment.
✩authors note: based off an ask from this anon, and credits to @stariwrites for the fear quirk idea. thanks to @jirou-s and @doinmybesthere for bein my beta readers <3
✩title credit: C'mon by Panic At The Disco.
✩excerpt:
The typhoon is sitting between you on your couch, instead of raging inside. This silence is tense. Suffocating. Building between you two. There’s nowhere to go. No place to escape to. That’s okay, you decide quietly. You remember therapists who used uncomfortable silence to coax you to speak. Maybe that will work on him. Maybe it won’t.
The news reporters have been saying for the last few days to stay inside.
They’re calling this the “typhoon of the century”. You’re not sure who they are, but the words have been uttered under the breaths of so many people that you think no one really knows who they are. Nonetheless, food and water has been stocked for yourself and your cat for days now; your pantry is full of white, unscented candles in case the power goes out; and there’s plenty of ice in your freezer just in case the worst happens.
In your case, the worst tends to happen. But maybe by some miracle you will remain unscathed. Hope is always good to have, even if it’s false.
—𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 (𝐈𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐌𝐞)
➳ pairing: Yandere!Keigo Takami x Fem!Reader
➳ genre: hurt/comfort, dark content, smut.
➳ word count: 10k
➳ tags: Yandere, Stockholm Syndrome, Avain Keigo, Hawks is a little shit, canon-typical violence.
➳ synopsis: You’re Keigo Takami’s favorite intern, and his obsession with you is only growing. He finds out you’ve got a date you never told him about, and he makes sure it’ll be the last date you have AKA: keigo is obsessed with you and puts you in his penthouse. it’s not as bad as you originally thought.
➳ warnings: manipulation, yandere, workplace bullying, avian keigo, stalking, kidnapping, violence (lightly, keigo hits reader to knock her out), stockholm syndrome, praise kink, fingering, body worship, mirror sex, face fucking, fem receiving oral, dacryphilia, overstimulation, unprotected sex.
➳ authors note: shoutout to @jirou-s and @goreist for telling me not to scrap this. another shoutout to christine for beta reading it and to @wuhllow for beta reading it as well!! this is my longest one shot sdesrfghjk and i worked on this for two whole months and poured my heart and soul into it <3. title credit: ghosting by mother mother
➳ excerpt:
He watches you walk around the roof; watches how fresh air seems to revive you. The way the wind bites at your cheeks and how you close your eyes and listen to the birds chirp. You rub your arms contentedly, as if to rub this feeling into your own soul. He stares as your chest rises and falls; the way you tilt your head towards the sun. You look like a painting. Flawless. A flower being revived by the sun’s rays. You take your hand and bring it to your eyes, staring at the sunset in the distance; your breath hitching at the shades that splatter the sky. Brilliant shades of sherbert orange mixed with cotton candy pink. The way the clouds move slowly across it all and look like thin and pulled apart strands of cotton.
You look beautiful.
Takami Keigo supposes that all things -before they grow into great, all consuming things that fill oceans and forests and take apart lives- start out incredibly small.
Some things grow slowly. Gently. Saplings that grow into cedar trees. Ponds that turn into lakes over time. Even how evolution works; small single celled organisms that turn into something much different with enough time. The best thing to him though -despite him reminding himself that not everything has to burn bright for it to be worthwhile- his favorite way to compare all things worth growing is fire.
He thinks worthwhile things start out like a small flame. Bright and slightly warm. To grow they take time. Pieces of kindling and proper environment is essential to creating a blaze that’s meant to last a while. Some places have had blazes burn years; fires that have destroyed towns and evicted people from their homes. Blazes that split apart asphalt and deemed cities unlivable.
—𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝
☆pairing: 1950′s Keigo Takami x Fem!Reader
☆genre: dark content. set in a 1950s AU.
☆warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, misogyny, dubcon, one use of the word daddy (not in a sexual way), keigo fucks up readers car, car sex, keigo is a sleezy womanizer, smoking, mentions of alcohol, praise kink.
☆word count: 2.9k
☆ authors note: part one of my 1950s au! masterlist is here! if you recognize this, it’s because it’s a repost from my old blog! title credit: Great Balls Of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis
☆ excerpt:
So when Saturday comes around yet again -Keigo’s thin body leaning up against the hood of his car with a cigarette delicately sitting in between his index and middle finger- he carefully looks at skirts swishing past him and deciding just who will be worth giving his undivided attention to on a Saturday night. Touya has often commented that Keigo looks like a predator on the hunt in these moments; his golden eyes flashing towards anything bright and pretty that moves in his direction, his lips formed in an effortlessly handsome half smile and the way his face darkens for a brief moment -just a second really, so slight you’d have to know to look for it- when he finally settles on who his catch of the day will be.
Takami Keigo’s never been the type of guy that’s cared for much. Always been the type to have a sort of tunnel vision, the type with an attention span that’s as flimsy as the last remaining leaves on a tree just before winter comes to freeze them off. This is especially true for things that don’t have any sort of immediate benefit to him, hence turning to factory work instead of attending college, fucking every girl that throws herself onto him, and smoking packs upon packs of cigarettes just to chase the rush nicotine gives him.
𝐈𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞
➳ pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader
➳ genre: hurt/comfort, smut
➳ word count: 12.8k
➳ tags: mutual pining, idiots in love, food as a love language, florist!au, farm au.
➳ synopsis: izuku offers for you to work with him at his greenhouse for the summer. feelings happen. takes place in the same world as hold my hand (so i don’t get lost)
➳ warnings: size kink (slight), deku does not choke reader but holds her throat at one point, body worship, virginity loss, unprotected sex, fem!receiving oral, fingering, possessive sex, praise kink, reader is called “baby” and “my girl”,
➳ author’s note: for my dear sweet friend @/hawnks. happy late birthday my love. thanks for being my friend. shoutout to @/jirou-s , @/katsupeach ,and @/kodzucafe for beta reading this for me :’) some lines were inspired by endgame by samuel beckett. this takes place in the same world as Hold My Hand (So I Don’t Get Lost) No need to read it to understand!
➳ title credit: Lonely Eyes by The Front Bottoms. poems quoted are the orange by wendy cope and our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks by christopher citro.
➳ excerpt:
Izuku is staring at you when he gets in the car, thinking to himself that there is not a single thing about you he’ll ever forget. He could never see you again, but he’d remember you as you are every Saturday morning when he sees you: eyes bright, smile lopsided with your laugh ringing out like a church bell as if you’re some sort of sanctuary that reminds him it’s time to worship, but he’s never stopped since last Saturday.
You like summer and everything that comes with it. You like the feeling of the sun on your skin and how lemonade and ice cream and fruit just tend to taste better. You like sundresses and sandals and long days. You don’t even mind the sweat that rests on your brows or the way everything sticks together. But out of all of the things you like about summer, what you love most is the farmers market in the next town over.
It’s a massive space, taking place in a barn surrounded by cornfields and wildflowers. The fruit here is the best: a girl with long black hair sells peaches so juicy it dribbles down your chin and oranges unlike any other; a blonde man with fiery eyes sells corn that ruins everyone else’s for you; a girl with brown hair who tells you on the side of the milk carton you bought which cow it came from. Everyone here is kind. Thin lipped, polite smiles are given every time you walk past them; thank you’s uttered with every exchange of money; doors held open and samples offered with hands insistently outstretched.
𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐓! adult. they/he. enfp. queer. painful optimist.
「 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. . .」 sleepin' 「 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍. . .」 fuck if i know 「 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎. . .」 my love, mine all mine by mitski
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 ! must be 18+ to follow and interact. transmedicalists, minors, and thinspo blogs DNI.
this is where i hang out btw
IF IT’S ONLY A TOUCH…AITA? - satoru gojo.
✩ — about. “but one day, she just grew up…and i haven’t been able to look at her the same.” satoru gojo never meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister. he never meant to make her fall in love him. he never meant to fall in love with her. satoru doesn’t want anyone to know, suguru has no idea and she wants to tell the whole world…does that make him the asshole? … ( 46.5K )
✩ — warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, angst with a bittersweet ending. college!au, age gaps ( reader is 22, satoru gojo is 27 ), forbidden romance, toxic relationships, situationships, co-dependency ( on suguru geto ), controlling older brother, panic attacks, violence, fight scenes, arguments, alcohol mentions, smoking weed, manipulation, gaslighting, three smut scenes, spit, praise, dumbification, fingering (f!receiving), hand jobs (m!receiving), pussy jobs, dry humping, hold the moan, light!choking, light!oral-fixation, public sex, bathroom sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f + m!receiving), overstimulation, orgasm control, multiple orgasms, creampies, adopted geto!reader, fem!reader.
✩ — things to note. my entry for @ohkento ‘s reddit collab ! i’d like to thank everyone for their patience with this labour of love. it was first a silly idea that blossomed into something more complex and beautiful. i love this fic so much and i hope you do too!! special thanks to @todorosie for beta reading n all your encouragement!! and to @rinhaler for the sukuna reference hehe <3 - m.list ⋆ playlist ⋆ read on ao3 ! ִ ࣪𖤐₊ ⊹
AITA (27M) FOR FUCKING MY BEST FRIEND'S (26M) LITTLE SISTER (22F)? hey reddit. i’ll get straight into it. i met my best friend, we’ll call him S, when we were kids, as young as five i guess, and we’ve been inseparable ever since. he was there for me at my lowest, and right by my side at my highest. i’ve never been the greatest person…but there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for me and vice versa. that’s why i feel so bad. he’s got this younger sister, i used to find her so annoying, but one day… she just grew up and i haven’t been able to look at her the same. we started fooling around two years ago around the time she’d settled into college but decided to keep it a secret from her brother. now she’s graduated from college and wants to take the next step… TDLR: we’ve been fucking around for two years but now she’s graduated and is ready to be more serious with our relationship. she wants to tell her brother — i’m unsure. AITA?
coming back home after four years of brutal education, late nights studying and heavy textbooks feels… almost comforting.
—𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐀 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐟 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬? (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐟 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠?)
➳ pairing: Hard Of Hearing!Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader
➳ genre: hurt/comfort
➳ word count: 7.4k
➳ tags: mutual pining, gardening au, Pro-Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Hard of Hearing Bakugou Katsuki.
➳ synopsis: You’re a dog walker for Kaminari and Shinsou. One day the dog gets lose as you’re walking him, and he destroys Bakugou’s garden. You help him fix it.
➳ warnings: established Shinkami (who are terrible pet owners), sad bakugou, dumbification, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, spit, a sprinkle of degradation
➳ excerpt:
Not that he’d ever willingly admit it, of course. In fact, Katsuki would rather die than face the fact that the girl that walks his neighbor’s dog plagues his mind morning, noon, and night. He’s too busy anyways. Constantly on patrol, tending to hero duties. It’s even hard for him to maintain a decent sleep schedule and to consider a relationship?
He’s hopeless. So hopeless in fact, that he’s waited all day by his window to see if you’ll walk by and has even found himself disappointed that your presence hasn’t graced the concrete just past his freshly cut lawn all day.
Your mother always told you hate was a strong word, so you’ve avoided using it.
However, spending your early 20’s walking dogs between classes wasn’t what the teenage version of you imagined you would be doing at this age. You can’t complain though. Most dogs behave well. You do get to make your own schedule and who wouldn’t want to spend their free time walking dogs and playing with them while also avoiding the massive responsibility that they are?
Your mother’s chastising voice also reminds you to be grateful. That this job is better than nothing. That you’re lucky to have a consistent stream of customers that not only treat you well but pay you well, along with dogs that behave well.
Rating: explicit Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
Part of the My Big Bang Academia! Tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, strangers to enemies to friends to friends with benefits to nothing to lovers, bed sharing, mutual pining, drinking, grief (death of a sibling), therapy, bookshop au, pro hero au. Estimated Final Word Count: 25k Plot Summary: You got a new phone once you moved to Musutafu city after opening a bookstore. Your mother encouraged you to move, told you it would be good for you. After accidentally texting the wrong number, you strike up a conversation with the man who tells you exactly what onion belongs in your curry. You never exchange names, liking the anonymity of it all. As you navigate a new city, Bakugou navigates anger management classes and therapy along with hero work. Excerpt: Katsuki turns away from you, nearly toppling a bookcase in the process and he can hear you hold back laughter. He feels heat rise to his face, reaching the tips of his ears. He goes to the back of the shop, where you said the books would be and he can’t even focus. Just rests two hands along the wood of the bookshelf and takes a few deep breaths. People don’t get under his skin. Not The Hero Commission, not Shigaraki when Katsuki was 16 and kidnapped. Not his manager who yells at him with empty threats. He looks death in the eyes every day and greets it with a smile.
But you, with your quick tongue and pretty skin; with your sharp gaze that can bring him to his knees, you make him feel small. Make his heart feel so weird in his chest and he doesn’t like it. Doesn’t like the way he feels like butterflies are floating in his sternum. Doesn’t like the way he feels like his stomach is tied in knots and the way he swears there’s something awful clawing in his heart; mean and red and bleeding.
Nauseating, he thinks.
Playlist. Art by @kaexiao (coming soon.). moodboard + reader outfits
Chapter One — Grief Has Teeth
7.5k. warnings: grief.
Chapter Two: Not Enough
3.5k warnings: none
Chapter Three: TBA
TBA.
𝐈𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞
➳ pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader
➳ genre: hurt/comfort, smut
➳ word count: 12.8k
➳ tags: mutual pining, idiots in love, food as a love language, florist!au, farm au.
➳ synopsis: izuku offers for you to work with him at his greenhouse for the summer. feelings happen. takes place in the same world as hold my hand (so i don’t get lost)
➳ warnings: size kink (slight), deku does not choke reader but holds her throat at one point, body worship, virginity loss, unprotected sex, fem!receiving oral, fingering, possessive sex, praise kink, reader is called “baby” and “my girl”,
➳ author’s note: for my dear sweet friend @/hawnks. happy late birthday my love. thanks for being my friend. shoutout to @/jirou-s , @/katsupeach ,and @/kodzucafe for beta reading this for me :’) some lines were inspired by endgame by samuel beckett. this takes place in the same world as Hold My Hand (So I Don’t Get Lost) No need to read it to understand!
➳ title credit: Lonely Eyes by The Front Bottoms. poems quoted are the orange by wendy cope and our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks by christopher citro.
➳ excerpt:
Izuku is staring at you when he gets in the car, thinking to himself that there is not a single thing about you he’ll ever forget. He could never see you again, but he’d remember you as you are every Saturday morning when he sees you: eyes bright, smile lopsided with your laugh ringing out like a church bell as if you’re some sort of sanctuary that reminds him it’s time to worship, but he’s never stopped since last Saturday.
You like summer and everything that comes with it. You like the feeling of the sun on your skin and how lemonade and ice cream and fruit just tend to taste better. You like sundresses and sandals and long days. You don’t even mind the sweat that rests on your brows or the way everything sticks together. But out of all of the things you like about summer, what you love most is the farmers market in the next town over.
It’s a massive space, taking place in a barn surrounded by cornfields and wildflowers. The fruit here is the best: a girl with long black hair sells peaches so juicy it dribbles down your chin and oranges unlike any other; a blonde man with fiery eyes sells corn that ruins everyone else’s for you; a girl with brown hair who tells you on the side of the milk carton you bought which cow it came from. Everyone here is kind. Thin lipped, polite smiles are given every time you walk past them; thank you’s uttered with every exchange of money; doors held open and samples offered with hands insistently outstretched.
Into the Sky of Artificial Stars
Summary: Could a chest that lacks a heartbeat still learn how it would feel? Could the whir of a motor be enough of a substitute?
Word Count: 25k (I will not explain myself)
Tags: Alhaitham x Fem!Reader, Slow burn (oh my), Slow fic (oh boy), SMUT, NSFW, Researcher!Reader, insomniac!Reader, Android!Alhaitham, Workaholic!Reader, soft!Alhaitham, Modern AU, Android AU, human x android dynamics, Heavy Angst, Fluff, Heavy adult themes, academic trauma, toxic family pressure, toxic academia themes, struggles of poverty and academic inequality, TW: Exploration of grief, death, and guilt, TW: Survivor's guilt and tragedy, exploration of humanity and morality, slight mentions of violence, service top!Alhaitham, test subject to lovers? slightly possessive!Alhaitham? body worship, touch starvation? cunnilingus, he falls hard like a fool, but what is there to catch a fool who tried to reach for an unobtainable star?
Authors Note: This has been in the drafts for a very long time. My first foray into sci-fi kinda? I did my best with jargon and everything, so please forgive any mistakes I've made in regard to the technical stuff. An exploration into an artificial star. Enjoy
‣‣ Synopsis: A tale of how the Shogun's daughter ends up in the maw of one of the most fierce curse users to ever exist.
‣‣ Cross-posted on AO3 ‣‣ Final Word Count: TBD ‣‣ Status: Ongoing ‣‣ Pairing: Sukuna x Reader ‣‣ Warnings: Blank blogs & Minors DNI. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Cannibalism, set in Early-Heian Period, trueform!Sukuna, mentions of Buddhism/religion in general, sexism, eventual smut, slowburn, dead bodies, descriptions of wounds, era-specific violence & views, dismemberment, female reader, reader is not a pushover, reader is the Shogun's daughter, reader knows how to use a sword, Sukuna is at the start of his reign as King of Curses, cursed spirits, body horror, each chapter will have its own warnings, warnings to be updated/added, not beta-read, sporadic updates.
ೀ⋆OCT 8TH 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS ━━ yoichi isagi + overstimulation !
୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. yoichi isagi + overstimulation. if winning a street race means getting ravaged by your ex boyfriend over the hood of your car then… move bitch! get out the way! (5.6K)
୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, street-racer!au, exes to lovers, toxic relationships, overstimulation, scratching, fingering, sweat kink, pain kink, food play (candy), dry humping, multiple/forced orgasms, oral sex (f!recieving), public sex, possesive sex, unprotected sex, street racer + fem!reader, ex boyfriend + street racer!yoichi isagi.
୨୧ — director’s note. slay! the third kinktober installment is here! i hope you guys like this one, isagi makes me so dizzy...i think he has the bes dirty talk!! enjoy mwah mwah! - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧
there’s something about street racing that just…gets you off.
you’ve always enjoyed its thrill, the way having control over the wheel makes you feel when you push yourself to top speeds. adrenaline becomes your new dopamine. like a drug injected straight into your veins — driving makes you feel high. more alive than anything.
the glamourous pink S2K that you drive is your lover, the unpredictable twists and turns of the race course — your best friend. you adore beating men at their own game and looking absolutely fucking stunning at the same time. though, what you love the most, is the thrill of chasing after yoichi isagi.
next to you — your on and off boyfriend, isagi, is probably the best street racer in town. an unpolished gem of untapped potential and a beast of a driver. though with a man like that, competitiveness between you both comes easy — like a third party in your own relationship. its been that way since you met, the two of you falling into the toxic cycle of, racing, winning fucking and breaking up.
and as bad as it sounds, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sexual themes
ೀ⋆OCT 23RD JENIFER'S BODY ━━ eijirou kirishima + monsterfucking !
୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. eijirou kirishima + monsterfucking. there’s something weird going on with you. you’re like…actually evil. not college girl evil, and it’s kinda hot. (5.5K)
୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, dark content, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, friends to lovers (?), mentions of death/murder, demons, gore, choking, gags, marking, blood play, knife play, creampies, cockwarming, monsterfucking, rough sex, unprotected sex, demon + fem!reader, monster-hunter!kirishima.
୨୧ — director’s note. back again for another week! sorry for the delay on this one! it's for sure one of the spookier fics so pls proceed with caution and enjoy <3 - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧
what does it mean to die?
by definition and according to the oxford dictionary — to die means to lose the life of a person or organism. any creature that breathes (to all capacities) the same components as air as yourself, that moves, that communicates, that exists. but what does it actually mean to die?
death is a concept the most humans find difficulty in coming to terms with. there is fear in not knowing what comes after or how it might feel when the flickering flame of your life is finally blown out. do you really see every choice you’ve ever made flash before your eyes? does it hurt? what emotions do you feel? regret, sadness, pain or happiness?
life can be so fickle, yet is always taken for granted and in a number of ways too. those that exist at this very moment don’t dare to consider the long run, they live in the moment — yes. but do they appreciate it? and then there are those that take life, disrupt the beauty of its natural course and take away a being’s chance to see the world for what it really is. to ruin their chances of love, longing and laughter. how cruel of a human do you have to be to want to hurt someone in such a way?
DAY 25 — ORGASM DENIAL
kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3
𖧡 — including — diluc, lyney, albedo, thoma
𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, orgasm denial, a little bratty reader, oral (fem! receiving), nipple play, meanies!!
𖧡 — DILUC
like an armored plate secured around your thudding chest, diluc's completely body pressed against your own was like pins and needles stinging your skin, from the emitting warmth on your frame when he was so protective of you— even in your most vulnerable and raw moments, diluc cannot not look out for your comfort, because when he kisses you, decides to press his lips against your soft ones, the heaven sighs out loud and circuits a comforting breeze over your bodies, holding you close when he calls you his sweet darling or his angel girl.
up to now, at least, because tell me, what were to happen if you, all at once, decided to act out of place a little and unintentionally place him into a quite disgruntled premonition— so that you're at present, tightly strapped down against the large bed, a piece of his trace wearing down another orgasm for too long, before urging the shaped knot in your stomach to dissolve entirely— which felt like every nerve in your body was snapping into pieces due to both utter frustration and helplessness.
"you just never know when to stop, do you?" diluc mutters out lowly and fuck, voice was sounded so desperate it made you clench down around nothing but air.
BEWARE OF PHAGOCYTIC RAIN — AL-HAITHAM.
kinktober day three — aphrodisiacs ; find masterlist here
synopsis. the akademiya textbook reads as follows: consecrated scorpion stings are not deadly, but it is advised to proceed with caution in the event of encountering one. possible side effects of stings include swelling, pain, nausea, and mild sexual arousal. except the textbook lied. it’s not mild. al-haitham and you might need to pause your desert trip for a moment
length. 4.3k words (omg this is the shortest one so far)
contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, aphrodisiacs + dub con, mentions of injuries and blood (al-haitham gets stung by a consecrated scorpion), reader sits on his lap, hand jobs, unprotected sex, no prep, riding, creampie, implied (future) multiple orgasms, reader is mentioned to have a dendro vision + is a haravatat scholar
notes. i made this up. the new consecrated scorpions lore is that their venom can be a sex stimulant thanks
“haitham,” you complain—although, you probably really shouldn’t. in fact, you definitely should not complain. al-haitham has so graciously allowed you to accompany this trip to the desert, and you should not get in the way. still, your feet ache, and the sun is blaring, and god—would kill you both to have a break? “can’t we just stop for a bit?”
but with you, al-haitham is always patient. you can see him diligently take the time to be patient as he stills and sighs quietly, not letting himself ever get frustrated with you. “it’ll get cold if night falls,” he reasons, “c’mon, you’ll definitely want to rest inside the ruins instead of outside tonight.”
