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snowfall over fresh blossoms // fingers in fresh fruit by oh_fudgecakes
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon)
18 Oct 2022
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The memory of it haunts his waking fantasies, his moments of weakness— that bloom of pink, like the bleed of ink on white parchment, peeking shyly out from between pale cheeks.
He wants to put his lips on that lily white taint, wants to kiss his way up to that tender blossom and make it flower.
In which Lan Xichen is obsessed with Jiang Cheng's plum blossom, and they inch very, very slowly towards penetrative sex through the ripe lands of "okay you can look at it, but you can't touch it" to "you can touch it, but you can't put your fingers in" to "maybe you can put a finger in, but only the tip!" to "just the tip of your cock" to— In the process, Lan Xichen learns to grapple with his lust, and the shame he feels at his own sexual desires.
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14 Dec 2025
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It's Late, You're Home by InvertedPhantasmagoria
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
29 Feb 2024
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Tonight, you went out. The plan involved a social gathering with some friends you hadn’t seen in a while, you’d told him shortly before you’d left, and you’d likely be late getting back. Kyoujurou had nodded along without complaint— keeping a demon informed of your plans is an unnecessary kindness, to begin with, after all, regardless of his feelings on the matter.
He can be patient. One late night is nothing to fret over. He’ll follow your usual schedule, go to bed at the same time as always, and you’ll be home again in no time. Kyoujurou keeps trying to tell himself that, but the hours tick by at an agonizing crawl, and the creeping sense of agitation only deepens as the night drags on. Anxiety weighs heavy in the pit of his stomach, and forcing himself to stay lying down only seems to make the jittery, need-to-move tension spread all the way down to his fingertips.
The dark, empty house is much too quiet without another heartbeat nearby.
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Pet Au. Reader has a late night out, and Kyoujurou tries his best to be patient.
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- Part 18 of Kimetsu no Yaiba: Pet Au
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23 Aug 2025
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The buzz in his head weighing him down, he reclined back with a sigh as he lapped at the rim of the cup. Kouen’s jian, the one which had once housed Astaroh, stood on its stand at his writing desk - a solemn artefact of devotion from a former warlord. It seemed as if the older man held a silent shrine to his older brothers everywhere. All they were was everywhere now, lost in the grand circulation of the rukh, pieces of them tumbling through every beam of light that cut through the clouds, and gracing all the four corners of the earth.
The melody warbled on as Hakuryuu’s gaze lengthened. Without speaking, Wang Wei’s poem rang out mournful and low through the strings as he watched the broad back before him.
依依顾恋不忍离
How can parting be described?
泪滴沾巾
Teardrops soak the towel.***
The war is won, but the losses remain. At a wedding, two hearts that cannot see one another become close.
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17 Apr 2025
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In times of college-related stress and frustrations, you think it's a little odd when you overhear how some people find resonance in sounds. No music, just any random sounds whipped out by random strangers on the internet. It almost sounds funny.
Until it's not so funny anymore.
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Under the stress that is college, your desperate search for stress-relief aid takes a surprising turn when you stumble upon Starrysound's ASMR channel. Except, this is no ordinairy ASMR, and this is definitely no ordinairy ASMR creator.
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- Part 1 of Soundwaves
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14 Mar 2025
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“Adultery,” Raphael repeats plainly. “Infidelity.”
“Yes.” Astarion tosses his quill down. “It appears that I’ve spent the last few months drinking, fucking, and compelling people of our government. I recall none of it, mind you. But given Lilith’s absence, Halsin insisting that I not be left alone, and Shadowheart desperately praying for my damned soul—I can conclude that I have dragged myself into a bender that has wreaked havoc on my life as I knew it."
A sequel to the events of Hellish Rebuke. This story will not make sense if you have not read its predecessor.