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this is just. something. don't mind me

A thick thigh comes up, presses up against Jiaoqiu, gives him something to rub against and he does. His heat is taking root now that it’s being given the space to, and getting back to his rooms is going to be difficult, but nothing – nothing – could make him let go of Moze now. His hips flex, quick and jerky, grinding down on the heat of Moze’s thigh. The other bites at his lip, his chin, down to his throat as Jiaoqiu struggles to catch his breath.

“Tell me,” Moze murmurs against his throat, hands sliding down Jiaoqiu’s sides, tugging up his neatly pressed shirt, burrowing under the fabric. “How bad is it?”

A shuddering breath. “I can think, still. Just. I-if I get the edge off…” He trails off to focus on shaking his claws loose of Moze’s coat, shoving one hand down the back of his shirt instead to dig into skin. “I’ll be able to get to our rooms.” Another breath, slower, deeper as he rubs his nose against Moze’s cheek, up to his hairline. Scenting, taking him in, iron and leather and the tang of sweat. He drags his tongue over a patch of skin, lets it settle on his tongue, shudders as Moze retaliates with an upward jerk of his leg.

“Then-take,” Moze murmurs, one hand strokes over the base of his tail, tugs – not hard, but enough and it shakes a sound free from behind Jiaoqiu’s clenched teeth, behind the facade that’s starting to drop. Heat pools in his belly, wet and warm, dripping – he’s dripping, can feel it against his skin already.

Moze doesn’t linger, hand ruffling fur once more before sliding lower, tucking under the waistband of Jiaoqiu’s pants, into his underwear. The leather glove is a hot brand stroking down over his ass, seeking, finding slick and heat. It sends a shudder down Jiaoqiu’s spine, a soft whine slipping free. He hitches one leg over Moze’s hip, tongue running over his teeth. 

[spacebuck]

nightmares in the ocean

3.7k | argenthill | explicit

tags: Mer AU, Shark boothill, Octo argenti, First Meetings, Teeth, Blood, Marking, Oviposition, Tentacles, Oral Sex, Predator/Prey, Chasing/hunting as a mating ritual, Eggpreg, Non-traditional genetalia, Boothill has a vent and a hemipene, Argenti has a dick and an ovipos tentacle

“You’re touching me,” he says, and the smile gets wider. Argenti blinks once, twice. “Am I?” That big hand on his back draws him closer still, tugs until their bellies are touching with each shift in the current, each drag of the net. Another tentacle slides up, tracing over the line of Boothill’s fins and he doesn’t stop Argenti. This, he thinks, this is what he’d been craving. Contact, warm physical affection, something he’s only heard about. “Most people don’t get a chance to,” Boothill continues, digging the tips of his claws into Argenti’s skin. Pinpricks, probably, but he knows he’s made his point when Argenti’s mouth falls open, when the gills on his throat flutter and shake.

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say that you will

explicit | argenthill | 1.7k

tags: Heavy BDSM, BDSM Scene, Dom Argenti (Honkai: Star Rail), Top Argenti/Bottom Boothill (Honkai: Star Rail), Pre-Negotiated Kink, Free Use(kind of), Multiple Orgasms, Objectification, Bondage, Subspace, Overstimulation, handjobs, heavy praise, boothill spends most of this fic in subspace, Established Relationship, Orgasm Control

Argenti signs off his first meeting with a click of his mouse, and a sigh once the audio has cut completely. He clicks his tongue once, types his thoughts down before they slip his mind, then stands. A light stretch has his shoulders clicking. A quiet rattle catches his attention. When he glances to the couch, dark, pleading eyes meet his. “Oh,” he says softly, a thrill running through him. “Did you want something?” Boothill nods, wiggles his hips. It’s about all he can do with how he’s bound, and it rubs his probably-hard cock against the arm of the sofa. His mouth drops open, eyes closing. He’s so pretty when he’s bound, when he’s desperate. Argenti checks his watch – he’s got a bit of time. “Mmh. Remember, this is for me, not for you.” The sound Boothill makes is encouraging, but it turns into a squeak as Argenti crouches behind him and parts his cheeks. When Argenti leans forward, blows a stream of air over Boothill’s wet hole, his submissive squirms against his restraints.

a side story to a taste of the divine

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it seems like enough for us

mozeqiu | explicit | 6.3k

Moze knows. He knows and he’s staring, grey eyes sharp. He’s good at spotting weaknesses, always has been, and Jiaoqiu has a glaringly obvious one right now – one that he can’t address just yet. One that he needs to address, but-

Feixiao raises one sharp eyebrow, clicks her tongue against her teeth. “I think,” she drawls, nails drumming against her chin. “I think you’ve lost interest in what I’m saying.”

He has, but he’d never admit it. “General-” Jiaoqiu says, blinking. Sweat drips down his spine drop by drop.

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Jiaoqiu's heat comes early.

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daisies on your nightstand

8k | myphai | explicit | yuri | modern au

“I heard you whimpering last night” isn’t exactly something you can say to someone over your morning coffee. Mydeimos knows that Phainon has nightmares—they’d talked about it before, before they’d moved in together, and she’d brought it up periodically since. Often as excuses to not go for their early morning run, but that’s neither here nor there. Still, it’s been a while since they’d plagued Phainon like this. Mydei is—she’s concerned. She’s never crossed the threshold of Phainon’s room for this sort of thing but the thought had occurred to her to shake her best friend awake, to rescue her from whatever had plagued her. But, every time she’d approached the door, hesitated outside, the sound had settled to just the soft puff of breath. If the creaky floorboards of their shared apartment were enough to pull Phainon from whatever horrible things her mind was putting her through, Mydei resolves to never fix them. That doesn’t solve the root of the problem, though.

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a taste of the divine

argenthill | explicit | bdsm au | in progress chaptered longfic

collab between myself and @ boothillfreak69 on twitter

Aventurine leans forward, catches his gaze. “I sent him your site. If he's interested, he'll reach out.” Argenti sighs, sits up a little straighter. “Very well.” He flips the photo over. There's a messy scrawl there, basically illegible. “Boothill?” “His name.” Aventurine props his head with one hand. “That's your freebie.”

please, please read the tags/chapter notes to this one - it involves kink exploration and discussion that will be detailed in the chapter notes each time a chapter comes out!! if you have any questions, pls feel free to message me!

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midnight in my minds eye

explicit | argenthill | 4.7k

tags: Two boothills, Threesome, Mentioned memoria nonsense, Argenti gets spitroasted, Double Penetration, Dacryphilia, mild objectification, Established Relationship, Past boothill, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Come Eating, Come Marking, Spit Kink, Spitroasting, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, a little bit of breeding kink, bottom!argenti

Cool grey eyes flick between him and his beloved, then the man who is decidedly Boothill but not takes a step forward and says, “Well, hello there,” in a voice that’s much, much softer than Boothill’s has been in the time Argenti’s known him. Argenti looks back to Boothill – his Boothill – and says, “Explain?” Because it’s that or he say something far, far more damning.

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(there is a direct sequel coming for this one hehe)

[spacebuck]

digital demons make the night feel heavenly

argenthill | explicit | 6.6k

Usually, it’s him that does this. Jumps without a plan, without backup, trusting that either something will come or it will be a beautiful death - one worthy of attention of his Aeon. And, more than once it’s been the other catching him, their paths aligning just so, the One and Only expertly nudged into just the right place by another, arms harder than steel guiding him in to land.

Not this time. This time, it’s Argenti who sees the flash on the horizon, the flicker of fire and force that shatters across the sky. This time it’s Argenti who sees the glint of steel, the distress call from the crumbling ship falling out of the sky. He knows the silhouette, intimately knows the feeling of falling, and as soon as he registers the IPC logo on the outside of the airship in flames, he knows who it’ll be.

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