life is too short to obey the porn ban.

hi! im pinkaditty! you can call me pink, or pinkaditty!

☆ lvl 22! ☆ femme presenting tmasc ☆ pan-oriented aroace ☆ gyaru ☆ black/soulaan/creole ☆ gemini sun ☆ spiritual ☆ physically disabled + autistic ☆ he/they and pink neos!

im left leaning and will repost posts abt the terrible injustices against people of color, lgbtq+ people, disabled people, etc. if that makes u uncomfortable, don't follow!

i don't really use dni like that, but obviously no racists, homophobes, sexists, etc etc you get the drill. no trump supporters or genocide deniers either. idk why those people would interact anyway.

i am generally anti-censorship but i DO NOT identify with proship nor antiship. the debate is tired and so am i. as a warning, i won't consume/interact with underage, incest, and sexual assault content. posting that content may earn you a block, as i am generally uncomfortable with it.

i am the occasional indulger of dark themes, but i don't write those without both parties being active participants or consenting (occasionally dubiously) to said dark themes. this includes yandere (umbrella term for stalking, worshipping, obsession, etc etc) and pervert (panty stealer or whatever) content.

TL;DR: this is a safe space! i occasionally post about politics and am left-leaning! my requests are closed! no real dni, but i block as i please. i love 2 write dark themes but not without both parties consenting, even if dubiously!

what fandoms will i write for?:

im really really into writing for Obey Me SWD/NB, Twisted Wonderland, Tokyo Debunker, What In Hell Is Bad! I plan on writing for Arcana Twilight, Tears of Themis, Ikemen Prince, A3!, Love Unholyc, Blooming Panic, and maybe some various animes! Ill update when I've decided.

What I will write:

fem!mc, gn!mc, and masc!mc, but im mostly writing gn!mc.

dom!mc (my bias as a domme sorry)

character x reader

sfw + nsfw

bdsm aspects

black!mc (guess why.)

alternate universe settings

hair pulling, spitting, penetration, pegging, toy use, pet play, d/s dynamics, roleplay, dacryphilia, yandere/pervert, etc etc yk the works.

some dark themes as long as both parties are consenting (i will accept dubious consent) and active participants.

honestly just ask. I'll probably write it (within reason!).

What I might write:

sub!mc (if i feel like it.)

bodily fluids not including ejaculatory fluids (blood, sweat, saliva, discharge, etc.)

character x character

What I will NOT write:

anything nsfw for characters canonically under 18. i do not and will not age up characters for nsfw purposes.

incest

teacher x minor student ships (adult student ships are okay so long as they are both consenting; power imbalance is a given)

underage

scat (nope! can't do it! sorry!)

and anything else i deem too gross, i am uncomfortable with, or in violation of my boundaries.

Want to submit an nsfw request? Click here for the specific guidelines! (CLOSED at this time! Must be 18 or older to submit a request!)

Sfw asks do not require the guidelines.

i am cool with any sort of ask u want 2 submit. right now, my requests are closed, so please DO NOT send in any requests. however, I am cool with you dropping little ideas, suggestions, questions, conversational asks, or character thirsts noncommittally so long as you don't expect a response. i may or may not respond.

feel free 2 tag me in anything u write if u want me 2 see it. i love 2 read ur writing!!!!!

MASTERLISTS:

OBEY ME

TWISTED WONDERLAND

WHAT IN HELL IS BAD

TOKYO DEBUNKER

this post will be updated as needed.

He shrugs your hand off of him once you're in the closet, immediately replacing the distance between you. "I'm supposed to be taking you to Professor Nicolas." Even he knows his words are empty. They don't hold the conviction of a reminder. Rather, they thinly veil his growing anticipation, forcing his irritation to take center stage. He always felt conflicted when it came to you, but at some point, he'd stopped fighting it. He's not sure why.

"It's only a scratch," you say, a smile full of unsavory intentions spreading across your face. "I'd be more worried about the wine soaking your clothes."

"Then, why have you pulled me in here?" Subaru cuts to the chase, already tired of dancing around the topic. He turns back around to face you, honest confusion and exasperation coloring his expression. He'd stopped hiding his true feelings around you, too. It made no sense to even try when you could read him at a glance.

"Don't play coy."

"Don't dodge the question." Subaru flicks his fingers in a show of waving you off, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Please," he adds as an afterthought. He wasn't sure whether or not he was genuinely pleading with you for clarity, and he didn't really care. He frowns, the furrow between his brows deepening when you only smile in response. He presses his lips into a thin line, shifting his gaze away from you towards the floor. He could leave, right now, if he wanted to. But he knows that you know that he knows he doesn't want to, so why bother trying?

He levels his gaze with you again, recoiling internally at the wave of sickeningly sweet stench of flowers that hits his nose. His teeth dig into his bottom lip. He's not sure when, but something about you had become repulsive to him. As much as he felt like he craved your fingers over him again, something about imagining that brought bile to his mouth as much as it set his skin on fire. Your very presence infuriated him—but he knew to keep a cool head by now. Blowing up on you would set him back at square one. It didn't matter whether or not he was repulsed by you. He was realizing he couldn't get by anymore without some depraved encounter with you, if only to temporarily bring some quiet to his yearning mind, keeping it from replaying the events like a broken record.

It'd been too long. Far, far too long. And you were far too willing to indulge him now, but he wasn't going to question it.

You step towards him, and he steps back in tandem, keeping the gap until his back pressed against the wall of the closet, and he could go no further. He doesn't shrink back, simply watching you make your way towards him. He knew what you wanted. An insatiable appetite swam in your lascivious gaze, and he was certain that, despite his disgust, he mirrored your desires.

'Disgusting,' he thinks. 'You're disgusting.' He bites back the urge to say it, well aware of his own hypocrisy. If you were disgusting, then he was too, for craving you.

Your fingers press into his sternum, following a slow path up his chest, to his neck. "It's soaked," you whisper, hooded eyes landing on his throat. He swallows, a shiver running down his spine as your gaze watches the movement. You begin to press harder when you reach his collar.

He'd love to remind you that his being soaked in wine was your fault, but the words die on his lips when you hook your fingers underneath his tie, pressing your knuckles into his throat and pulling him towards you. He follows without much qualm, bending forward until your faces are a mere hair apart.

He swallows again, trying to force down the bile that threatens to ruin his anticipation. God, he felt sick, with no one else to blame for it but himself. He can feel your breath fanning across his lips. Every time he inhales, he feels your chest just slightly press into his. Your thigh was gently pushing his legs apart, guiding itself to his waiting arousal. It simultaneously tightens the knot in his abdomen and stokes his nausea. He wanted you so much that it made him sick.

Your eyes were still trained low on his neck, and he could feel you loosening his tie, prying at the buttons underneath. Common sense regarding time and place dimly strikes him, but he doesn't react to it. Right now, it didn't matter. He was too sick with desperate arousal to care.

"Aw," you hum, moving your face away from his and closer to his chest instead, studying the areas where the wine had soaked through to his skin. "It's all sticky…" You murmur. He sighs at the feeling of your breath on his exposed chest, closing his eyes, preparing to submit to whatever sensations you would put him through. It'd been far too long.

"It'd be a shame…" You slowly draw closer. Subaru feels his chest grow warm as he waits. "…If it all went to waste." You hum, feigning deliberation over what to do. He bites his tongue, suppressing the urge to plead with you to hurry up. His teeth dig into his lower lip, and his thighs clamp over yours, still shoved between his legs. You laugh, and the sound is as beautiful as it makes his ire spark. "What do you think?"

He's barely managed to hum out a shaky "Yes," before your lips are on his chest, tongue dragging at the sticky red residue. He moans, purely out of bliss, collapsing onto the wall behind him. Your hands snake around his waist and he curves into the touch, squeezing at your shoulders as you lap up the wine on his shoulder.

Here you were again, pressed flush against him, using lips and tongue to tease moans out of him all over again.

You're disgusting. He's disgusting.

okay so i've been bellyaching over how to put this so im gonna try not to mince my words: the new ending for the subaru fic may potentially be triggering or deeply disturbing for certain audiences. the new ending is so gruesome that i may even have to make some changes to my masterlist and i have been considering writing an alternative ending for the faint of heart. it is possible that i may be underestimating my audience, but i ask all of you to take this warning very seriously. if you know or think you cannot handle it (the content of the fic will be released when it comes out), i strongly advise against reading it.

in other news. im working on it i swearrrr im really trying my best 2 pump this fic out as soon as i possibly can. i've just gotta make sure it's as perfect as it can be.

2 answer ur question i prefer pomegranates. the pits aren't pleasant but the juice is better.