dacryphilia

On his way home from work, he sees a girl at a bus stop who's a little bit lost. He takes her to a hotel without any ulterior motives. Maybe. It ends up being the best decision he's ever made.

A series of one-shots dedicated to Kinktober 2023. Tags, relationships, etc. will be specified at the top of each one shot.

"Lucifer could still remember the first time he’d seen Adam. Vividly. It was one of those memories that never quite seemed to fade. That tilted its head up in defiance at the cruel hand of time and stood its ground, refusing to be dulled by something so trivial as eternity. He had been beautiful." or An AU where Adam and Lucifer knew one another a bit more intimately during their time in Eden (and what comes after).

“Uh.” Harrington’s eyes are darting up to Eddie’s face and back down to his clasped hands, over and over. “So. I was — but it’s not like that, y’know? Because I’m — and I just wanted to —“ “Harrington,” Eddie interrupts, scowling. “Stop wasting my time. Spit it the fuck out.” Harrington glares at him, eyes narrowing. “Fine. Fine.” He pauses, biting his lip, before saying, “Are you gay?” Eddie’s blood runs cold. His brain stalls. “Uh. I don’t think I understand.” Harrington throws his head back in frustration, cursing under his breath at the sky. The movement ruffles his hair, strands curling around his ears as he looks upwards. When he looks back to Eddie, he says, very slowly, “I was hoping you were gay, Munson, so I could give you a blowjob and prove to myself that I’m good at it.” —— Or; the basketball team unanimously votes that Steve would be the worst at giving a blowjob. Steve wants to test the truth of that with the only guy he knows might be down to help - Eddie Munson.

“Yeah like that baby. Wanted to be fucked by a big cock, didn’t you?” Hyunjin wants to scoff but his tongue is tied to the bottom row of his teeth, mouth open as his spit dribbles down his chin. His hips are grabbed in two capable hands and the rest is history. Time passes a little weird whenever he gets fucked, especially this good. His head is a mess, mouth forever open around the noises he spills. It feels like he’s fully aware of what's happening but also not at all. // tldr; a fic about the adventures of our local slutty football captain and his exquisite (not) taste in men

No longer can Jiang Fengmian content himself with the shame of stealing glances and the lingering dissatisfaction of unfulfilled late-night fantasies. After this, he will never settle for gruelling hours at work with nothing to show for. From now on, he will seize his rightful bounty with his own two hands.

Beaufort grinned, scratching his beard. God, he must work out. With every stretch of his body as he righted himself and placed his hands on his hips, Dan's eyes flitted between his arms and his chest, seeing his button-up shirt straining against his skin. He said some sort of goodbye to Dan and walked off, a real treat for him, since his eyes locked onto his ass, which too seemed to be entirely too big for his clothing. A lot of Dan's time in the office once he finished his work was spent fantasizing. It was easy to stare at a computer screen and type garbage for a while. Not all of his fantasies revolved around Mr. Beaufort, but he was the nearest and most readily accessible in his mind to sexualize. He didn't think he had any actual affection for the guy, he found him entirely annoying, which only made him hotter. --- Daniel Tucker hates his job for a wide range of reasons. Could be the hours, the exhaustion or the burn out, but one of the more prevalent reasons is his boss. His incredibly annoying, objectively kind of an asshole, but incredibly hot boss.

...in those early years, when Crowley would slide a hand between his legs for some relief, the scenes in his mind showed an Aziraphale who gave Crowley what he wanted, yes, but gave it as a favour. As a punishment. That Aziraphale would be mocking, almost bored, as he bent Crowley over a bed or put him on his knees. Poor excuse for a demon, he’d sneer. Look at how desperate you are. Ridiculous. Is this what you wanted? And Crowley would take it, take it gratefully, penance and pleasure both. His desire satisfied by its own consequence.

Being in a popular group is great, Sunghoon knows it’s a privilege to be seen, especially with all the new groups debuting and working just as hard as them. What isn’t so great is hiding who you are in a group of alphas and betas: An omega. - or five times Jay saved Sunghoon’s ass without knowing and one time Sunghoon finds out the truth

It’s a double blow: the news that not only has Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban, but his loyal pet Remus Lupin will be invited to teach at Hogwarts next term with open arms. Despite everything, Severus brews the Wolfsbane. (That he finds himself teaching the potion to Lupin is something he cannot quite manage to regret.)

“You’re being cruel to him,” Shoko said as they both watched Satoru leave in a fumbling haste. She side-eyed Suguru and caught his vicious smile and amethyst eyes darkened in shades. Her eyes and nose scrunched in distaste. She sucked her tapioca pearls from the milk tea. The only noise at the table was her slurping sounds during the silence.“So what if I am?” Suguru gave a casual shrug, eyes traveling to Shoko’s face. “Are you going to tell him?” He challenged her with a raised eyebrow and condescending tone.“...No,” Shoko sighed, putting down her finished drink. She studied her friend’s face looking for remorse or guilt, but there was none to be found in his eyes. A full body shiver ran through her body. “You’re one scary motherfucker, Suguru.” or the one where Suguru dates someone to upset Satoru

In which the great mystery of Dazai's limp is solved. (A loose continuation of Caught In A Bad Romance)

gyuvin glances down at ricky sprawled petulantly across their sheets, silent rage rolling off his unmoving body in thick waves. he’s so perfect. doll-like, would be the best way to describe it. the realization makes arousal sink hard and fast into gyuvin’s lower stomach as he keeps staring down at ricky, unable to turn his gaze away. he really looks like a doll, gyuvin thinks, and wouldn’t it be a shame if no one played with such a pretty toy? ricky doesn’t react when the mattress dips under gyuvin’s weight. he doesn’t react when gyuvin slides one hand up the small of his back, the warmth of his hand surely felt under flimsy lace. he doesn’t react when gyuvin leans down to breathe softly against his exposed nape, stirring the few wispy strands curled at the base of his neck. “babe,” gyuvin whispers. “wanna play a game?” happy wife, happy life. those are the words that gyuvin, the devoted husband of one particularly finicky cat, chooses to live by. sometimes, he suspects that ricky likes to start fights just so they can make up, and luckily for the both of them, gyuvin knows how to kiss it better.