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WEEK ONE : genshin impact

day 1 (4th oct) - lisa ; electrostim

day 2 (6th oct) - heizou + kazuha ; threesome

day 3 (8th oct) - dottore ; scalpel kink

WEEK TWO : bungou stray dogs

day 4 (11th oct) - ranpo edogawa ; dress up

day 5 (13th oct) - osamu dazai ft atsushi nakajima ; voyeurism

day 6 (15th oct) - akiko yosano ; restraints

WEEK THREE : jujutsu kaisen

day 7 (18th oct) - kento nanami ; in public

day 8 (20th oct) - yuuji itadori ; praise kink

day 9 (22nd oct) - satoru gojo ; camming

WEEK FOUR : special request event!

in the last week of october, i’m pleased to be holding a special request event !! please read the rules below and the rules of my blog before submitting your request ; thank you !

in order for me to write your request, it must meet these guidelines:

1. in your request, please mention somewhere that it is for my kinktober event otherwise i will treat it like any normal request. kinktober requests take priority.

2. please make sure to specify which kink you would like me to write and which character you would like me to write, referring to the character list in my blog rules.

3. this request event will operate on a first come first serve basis. i will stop taking requests for this event after october 23rd 2022, so if you want me to write something for you, be quick !!

requests can be submitted from now all the way up until the date specified above. thank you so much, and have a very happy kinktober!!

It started with a touch. Well, a couple of touches to be precise. Ever since you stepped foot in the office, Dazai couldn’t keep his hands off of you, touching you at any chance possible. Leaning in to help you with a report and sliding his hands up your back, curling his arms around your waist as you stood in the queue of the local coffee shop; Dazai just did not stop touching you.

He certainly couldn’t stop touching you now, considering your current position.

“Hey… we’re gonna get caught.” Dazai’s hands snake around to your ass, giving each cheek a generous squeeze before running his hands up your back. You grab his wrist to stop him but he expertly twists free, continuing his journey along your figure. “Dazai-”

“What’s the problem, bella?” he asks, pulling your hips closer to his torso. “There’s nobody here and there won’t be for a while, so why not make the most of our time together?”

You roll your eyes. Everyone in the office had left for the day, leaving you and Dazai alone to complete any unfinished work. Dazai, of course, had no intention of doing so, instead insisting upon annoying you whilst you were supposed to be working. His annoying quips had quickly escalated to even more annoying (and slightly intentional) touches, which then somehow turned into you being seated on his lap, arms slung around his neck whilst his hands explored your body eagerly.

“Anyone could walk in,” you protest, gasping as Dazai places a kiss in the crook of your neck. His hands resume their place on your ass, moving it backwards and forwards slowly against his crotch. “Why can’t it wait?”

Dazai retracts. “Why should it wait? There’s nobody here, and I’ve always wanted to see you flustered at work.” Your cheeks burn. “You’re always so composed-” he kisses your cheek, “-and you’re always working-” he kisses your other cheek, “-and it’s so not fair.” His last kiss lands directly on your lips, taking you by surprise. “Come on, belladonna,” he groans. “Why don’t we have some fun?”

You look around the office. Dazai is right- it’s completely deserted. Nobody wants to be working overtime and especially not on a Saturday, so what reason would anyone ever walk in? You sigh, defeated by Dazai’s logic (and partly, charm).“Fine. But if we get caught-”

“We won’t,” he responds suavely, sliding one of his hands up your blouse. “Let loose for once.” You melt in his hands as he pinches one of your nipples through your bra, a sigh of pleasure slipping past your lips. Dazai captures your open lips in a kiss and your eyes flutter shut, your hips moving on their own as it deepens.

Whispers of his name drip from your lips like honey as you continuously grind against Dazai’s forming bulge, your hands gripping onto the collar of his shirt as you feel his hips stutter upwards into your own dripping underwear. “Please…” you moan quietly into his mouth, hands fumbling to undo his shirt.

You freeze when you hear the door open.

“Is anyone here?” asks the familiar voice of your colleague, Atsushi Nakajima. “Huh, it seems not…”

Atsushi also freezes at the sight of you sitting on Dazai’s lap, one of his hands up your shirt and the other resting on your ass. The silence in the room is positively roaring, the tension so thick that not even a knife could cut it.

Dazai is the first to speak. “Atsushi! How kind of you to join us.” A surprised noise forces its way out of your throat as he continues. “What’s the problem? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” As if completely undisturbed, Dazai continues to roll your perked nipple in between his fingers, earning a choked moan from you.

“I’m so sorry,” Atsushi says, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll be leaving now.”

Dazai pouts. “Don’t do that! Please, continue whatever you’re here to do and ignore us.” His lips curl into a smirk as he looks up at you, hooded eyes swirling with mischief and lust. “We’ll make sure to be extra quiet.”

You stare at Dazai incredulously. The damn bastard; this entire exchange was his idea and he’d had the audacity to reassure you that you wouldn’t get caught, only to end up being walked in on by the least suspecting member of the agency. “You-”

Dazai presses a finger to his lips in a “shh” motion. “Didn’t we promise we’d be quiet? I’m sure poor Atsushi has a lot of work to do, so let’s not disturb him.” His hands slide from your ass to in between your legs, rubbing languidly at your folds between your underwear. Your mouth drops open in a silent gasp and your grinding resumes, suddenly oblivious to the presence of Atsushi just across the desk from you.

He can’t keep his eyes off of you. Ever since you joined the agency, Atsushi has had an indefinite crush on you. You are the most beautiful being he has laid eyes on; you had the curves, the smile and the personality to make him fall in love instantly. He had to admit that you were the subject of most of his fantasies, his hand sneaking into his pants most nights at the thought of your soft fingers wrapped around him, whispered praises directed at him slipping through your beautiful lips as he spurted his wetness all over your clenched knuckles.

Oh, a boy could dream.

His fantasies shattered in his mind’s eye as he watched you and Dazai, so intimate and unashamed. Your back was turned but the curve of your ass was enough to set him off, his cock stirring in his slacks as he watched you move back and forth on Dazai’s lap. If he strained he could hear your whispered moans of Dazai’s name, and the smug expression plastered on Dazai’s own face as he looked up at you, hand buried in between your legs.

“It seems our guest is enjoying your show, bella,” Dazai says, eyes snapping to meet Atsushi’s. “He can’t keep his eyes off of you.” His fingers flit along your jaw, turning your head to the side. You see Atsushi out of the corner of your eye, his face tomato red and his fists clenched on the desk. It almost looked as if tears were threatening to pool in his eyes.

It was in that moment you realised how cruel your lover could be.

“Well, we can’t leave him hanging, can we?” Dazai smirks as he pushes your soaked underwear to the side and presses a finger in between your dripping lips, eliciting a whine from your swollen lips. His thumb rubs at your clit as he slowly pushes his finger inside, your walls contracting rapidly.

“Dazai-!” Your moan is almost guttural as his thumb starts to draw circles on your engorged nub and his finger curls upwards, hitting the spot that he had memorised. “Please, stop…”

“Come on, bella,” Dazai whines, his face akin to that of a disappointed child. “I was just getting started, and surely you don’t want me to stop now, hm?” The intrusion of another finger sends you reeling, your tongue lolling out as you start to grind on his digits slowly.

“Mr Dazai-” You had completely forgotten about the presence of your bewildered co-worker just across the table from you. “Are you sure this is alright? I feel like I’m disturbing an intimate moment and I-”

Dazai laughs wildly, pretending to wipe away tears from his eyes. “Oh, Atsushi,” he says in between barks of laughter, “you are quite the comedian!” He pulls his fingers out of your fluttering cunt, causing you to whine at the emptiness. “If I wanted you gone, I wouldn’t have invited you in, would I? And besides-” You stare down at Dazai’s crotch as he starts to unbuckle his belt.

“I know you have a crush on my dear belladonna, so now’s your chance to see her fucked stupid.”

One of my favorite shows is an NBC show called 30 Rock. It's about the head writer for a popular late night variety show and the hijinks that ensue.

There is an episode where the main character Liz Lemon is getting so stressed that she needs therapy. She enlists the help of simple yet sweet page Kenneth to be her therapist, but he cannot handle the pressure of it, so it backfires on her. Liz's no nonsense boss Jack steps in to help Kenneth and says, "Put your mental burden in my mind vice, and I will crush it."

Going into this discussion, I wanted to carry the attitude of Jack's "mind vice", but I will be incredibly honest with you all. The further it went, I became as stressed as Kenneth due to my empathetic nature.

It truly concerns me to see a lot of people being so stressed over something that shouldn't be stressful at all. I have been writing fanfic since most of you were five years old, so this isn't my first time dealing with these stressors. It's just a different website.

Some common themes I noticed in the messages were as follows:

Feeling like a third wheel when it comes to mutuals

Feeling like your writing is not good enough because it is not getting reblogged

Feeling unmotivated because you don't receive a large amount of feedback

Feeling used because of spam likers

First of all, I'm so sorry to hear that there are people who have felt one of these, two of these, or even all four at once. You all shouldn't ever, ever feel this way. You deserve so much more than what is happening.

Second of all, I would encourage those that are writers to go back in the tag and find the handful of reader POVs that were sent in after the event is over later today. All of them made very valid points, and I think they are things that we regularly forget as writers. While, yes, there are always going to be spam likers and ungrateful readers, I believe in the bottom of my heart that probably more than half of them are not that way at all, and I think it's very easy for us to just think they're all the same when we only receive a like.

Thirdly, if I could take ratios away for all of you, I would. But I cannot. I can only give you some words of encouragement of what I've learned in my 18 years of writing fan fiction, so I hope that they help someone.

Notes Do Not Matter

At the End of the Day, You Should Be Writing For Yourself

I know, I know. I know, I know, I know. You're like, "What the fuck, Rae, yes they do."

But I feel like there is an alarming amount of people that are equating their worth as a writer (and person) to how well a fic does. We see how well another's fic does and if it doesn't reach that amount of notes, it's seen in our eyes as failure. Or if it doesn't reach x amount of interactions in x timeframe, we also see that as failure.

You cannot do this to yourself. It will drive you absolutely batshit insane.

And honestly? I completely understand wanting to be recognized for your writing, but you really have to think about it. Do you want 12k notes on every fic you put out? The people I knew that had massive amounts of notes the last time I was writing fanfic-- They were MASSIVELY unhappy. When they did get the interaction they craved, it turned out it wasn't what they wanted at all.

I'm not saying that this will be the same outcome for you, but I implore you to sit down and really think if wanting a large amount of notes comes from a deeper issue, like theirs did.

I don't think I'll host another one of these any time soon because it did take a lot out of me, but I do encourage both parties to step into the other's shoes.

You've done it! You've finished a fic!

Were you happy while you wrote it? Did some time pass and you went "Ohmygod, how long have I been sitting here?"? Did you have a fun time while you did it?

Guess what? You did it.

And by you did it, I mean you've already succeeded.

You made yourself happy writing about your favorite little blorbo (Or, if you're like me, writing about someone else's favorite blorbo so you get a DM going 'GODDAMNIT RAE' two seconds later lmaooo)

You cannot be waiting on interactions and note amounts to make yourself happy. It will not come, I promise you.

You cannot worry about what user 472347294 thinks about your fic and if it's good enough to be reblogged or not.

That kind of thinking will absolutely decimate you.

Your bar should be this now.

"Did I have a lot of fun writing it?"

Then you've done it. You succeeded. That's all that matters in the end is if YOU were happy while you wrote it. If YOU had fun while you wrote it.

Writers-- I get it. It fucking SUCKS to sink hours and hours and hours and hours into something and get literally nothing in return (I am TERRIFIED to post a Sukuna fic because of this). But I'm about to tell you some really hard pills to swallow, and some of you might disagree with me, and that's fine. But I feel like it needs to be said.

Just like we don't owe anything to readers (chapter updates, part twos, etc.), they don't owe us anything. I think it's very easy for us to get into the mindset of "I worked on this for x amount of hours, so you HAVE to give me feedback".

No. They don't. They don't owe us anything, just like we don't owe them anything. I can't find a gentler way to say it, but it's something I've thought of for awhile now.

Instead, what I encourage you to do is pay attention to those that DO leave feedback. Reach out to them when they do, and sort of a, "Hey, thank you so much for reading my fic, I really appreciate it!" Or something along those lines. I was doing that but I have been slacking on it for the last couple months, so maybe it's something we can all start to do together.

Readers-- I hadn't thought about it before about how you feel like your follower count is too insignificant for a reblog to do any good, or how the times that you have left feedback, you felt like you were pushed to the side. And for that, I am sorry.

I know we are always ranting about reblogs and how important they are, but I apologize to those who are trying. To those that do take the time out to leave feedback, you are appreciated more than you know. You are the reason we continue to make content, whether we reach out to you or not.

I also do think it's very easy for us writers to forget that there is an incredibly large amount of content out there to consume, and we are basically making it impossible to keep up with. Tumblr's bookmarking system is just fucking awful (if you can even call it that) so I completely understand where you're coming from.

My advice to you is to keep trying to leave feedback, no matter how small. Hopefully there will be some writers who will reach back out to you and tell you thanks.

To those that are too shy to leave feedback, I would encourage you to leave feedback on your favorite writers fics (Please, for the love of god, stay away from the writers who think that they're better than you because their follower count got to their head. You'll know them when you see them.).

And if you are unsure of what to even say, please drop by (I have anonymous on always!) and I would be more than happy to help you!

There are a few more messages queued for today, but I will probably end the discussion at 3pm EST since I have to work tonight.