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We're making bracelets with our names on them.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Higuchi Ichiyou (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Higuchi Ichiyou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Kinktober, Kinktober 2017, Pegging, Anal Play, Anal Fingering, Dom/sub Undertones, Akutagawa has freckles, it's such a cute hc, Strap-Ons, Cunnilingus, Power Exchange, Vaginal Fingering, First Time, First Time Bottoming, First Time Topping, Loud Sex, Moaning, Frottage Series: Part 5 of A-kinktober-gawa Summary:

Higuchi wanted to get closer to Akutagawa, but she wasn't completely expecting sex toys and mild domination to come into the bargain.

[combining the Kinktober prompts for pegging/cunnilingus.]

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman: The Animated Series Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jonathan Crane & Jervis Tetch Characters: Jonathan Crane, Jervis Tetch Additional Tags: vaguely hattercrow, Ambiguous Slash, Mild Gore, My First Work in This Fandom Summary:

Crane observes Jervis and his mannerisms. Good old-fashioned 100-word drabble that was originally planned as part of a longer piece but didn't quite fit in.

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Comparisons to Touch

I know the nature of your touch. You think it’s cool, refreshing, light as blue swimming-pool blood, you want to think your hands are like those ice-plastic cooling packs that mothers wrap and lay on bruises hoping fathers won’t spy the marks. You think you soothe, calm, heal.

I can tell you right now, I have unknown any memory of a parent’s care, but I can tell you, you are the furthest. Like hell concocting a tourist board, putting up posters of shallow lagoons.

Your hands are wrapped in bandages, but they do not heal.

Your hands are half-warmed in a weak microwave. Cold from the inside only.

I tried them on my lips and they burned my tongue. Your skin is rough in the way that excites in romance novels. It’s beds of nettles, singing, stinging, and burning most of all.

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Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone & Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you. (Matt/Foggy ouo)

WC: 200 (100 per part)

Matt is good at gauging when he’s being watched.

What’s trickier is staying cool when he knows he’s being scrutinized: the glow of blood warming skin—pattering excited heartbeats—the boozy smell of arousal, clear even across the room.

A slight rustle of shifting fabric. He knows that Foggy is grinning even before chapped, tip-tilted lips brush mouthwateringly against his ear.

“Sense this,” whispers Foggy, and grabs a handful of Matt’s back pocket just in time for Karen to appear in the doorway.

Matt glows as red as his glasses, Karen’s files sail across the floor, and lunchtime is over.

This is work, Foggy excuses himself. Remembering Matt shirtless when he came home in need of patching up is a downright workout, blood and bruises notwithstanding… or perhaps as a bonus. And who wouldn’t daydream the day following about the broad chest under that shirt, the sleek legs, the shockingly perky badonkadonk, the—

Matt’s head tilts toward him just so.

Uh-oh.

Brow flickers, lip curls just enough to broadcast that somehow, he knows exactly what Foggy’s up to. Subtle, sassy, abso-frickin-lutely homewrecking.

That “I can tell you’re horny” trick never stops being creepy, but damn if it’s not a thrill.

[AO3]

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Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside. (Welcome to Nightvale)

WC: 100

Strexcorp’s supervisory units are designed to be subtlyaesthetically pleasing to the largest common denominator. Open-faced, youthfulyet mature enough to inspire confidence, slightly androgynous in the fashion ofold porcelain dolls. Judged on physical construction alone, unit D4-N1-3L wouldbe considered a beauty by any gender standard.

This is what it has been told. It looks at itself in themirror and concludes that this assessment is sound.

Physical beauty is Strex operatives’ highest priority. Anythingcan be sanctioned if its committer is enchanting enough, after all. Anything.

Daniel smiles, and the blackness leaks through its perfectwhite teeth.

[AO3]

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Ireland's gods, fierce and innocent, took their tribute in blood. High in the hills of Donegal the sloping driveway of my month-long home turned treacherous, tripped me and ripped me. My friend's son, born the week I touched land in Dublin, is now learning to crawl, and the skin torn by Irish pavement is still spackled pink. This is one souvenir of Ireland I can take to my grave-- buried with my treasures as the Gaelic kings once were.

I went to Ireland and all I got was this tiny scar, welcometothefortress (for thepurpleshirtofsexx)

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Devil Eyes

Your end of the line goes dead and with a shudder I come alive. You create a buzzing in my blood, make my bones hold their breaths. I'd lay down my cold body in the grass for you, I'd let your fingers reach in between my ribs and squeeze, I'd I'd I'd. But I know he's in your room, I can hear the sounds through the window (one collision of skin closer to bliss at a time). I don't want to be the air that fills and chills the vacuum between your bodies. I want to flush hot with delicious fear when the gaze of your devil eyes lick over my flesh, want to shelter myself from your brightness, want to be buried in ice against your heat, want to want your want, I want you. Leave me alone. You make my heart drunk in ways I could not have predicted.