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a taste of the divine

argenthill | explicit | bdsm au | in progress chaptered longfic

collab between myself and @ boothillfreak69 on twitter

Aventurine leans forward, catches his gaze. “I sent him your site. If he's interested, he'll reach out.” Argenti sighs, sits up a little straighter. “Very well.” He flips the photo over. There's a messy scrawl there, basically illegible. “Boothill?” “His name.” Aventurine props his head with one hand. “That's your freebie.”

please, please read the tags/chapter notes to this one - it involves kink exploration and discussion that will be detailed in the chapter notes each time a chapter comes out!! if you have any questions, pls feel free to message me!

A companion piece to the Argenthill BDSM AU "a taste of the divine"

digital demons make the night feel heavenly

argenthill | explicit | 6.6k

Usually, it’s him that does this. Jumps without a plan, without backup, trusting that either something will come or it will be a beautiful death - one worthy of attention of his Aeon. And, more than once it’s been the other catching him, their paths aligning just so, the One and Only expertly nudged into just the right place by another, arms harder than steel guiding him in to land.

Not this time. This time, it’s Argenti who sees the flash on the horizon, the flicker of fire and force that shatters across the sky. This time it’s Argenti who sees the glint of steel, the distress call from the crumbling ship falling out of the sky. He knows the silhouette, intimately knows the feeling of falling, and as soon as he registers the IPC logo on the outside of the airship in flames, he knows who it’ll be.

forgot to post this here yesterday </3

nurse argenti/patient boothill in the dreamscape!

dark gospel in body language

argenthill | explicit | 2.7k

“How many was that?” Boothill asks just to rub it in, rubbing his cheek against the other’s thigh.

A heavy breath in, a shuddering one out. “Three.”

“Look at me?”

It’s a long moment, but then Argenti’s lifting his head, staring down at him. His eyes are rimmed in red, glassy, and there’s drool at the corner of his mouth. Beautiful – that’s the word he’d use. “Good.” That word is easier to say. “How many did we agree on?”

Toes curl against his back, the movement registering clear as day. Heels dig in. Boothill wishes he could feel the sharpness of it. Green eyes don’t leave his, hazy as they are. “Five.”

will you know my scent, my crooked smile - Sansa Stark & Himeko (HSR)

a question, if you will: if Himeko is not the only Himeko in the multiverse, how many of them are there, truly? what are their names? are they anything like the Himeko on a train that rides the silver rail?

do they have family? does that family look like them?

Arryn was sick, it turned out. Himeko got the sense that the court was just waiting for the kid to bite it, which was unconscionable, so one day Himeko tracked down Alayne to a little snow-covered man-made forest (if you could even call it that) and said, “Miss Stone?”

Alayne turned around, a hand on one of the trees. She smiled politely, but her eyes were wary. Much like Dan Heng’s had once been, Himeko realized.

This girl had been a prisoner. Perhaps she still was.

She cups the back of Argenti’s calf with one hand. The muscle is dense, despite how delicate she manages to look. The tights keep their skin separated, but Argenti jumps anyway, eyes tracking down to Boothill’s face. Her knees – clamped together the moment Boothill had crouched – relax slightly as Boothill rubs her thumb against her leg. It feels like a dream – that Argenti hasn’t kicked her out, or just kicked her. That Argenti’s staring at her with something akin to dawning understanding in her eyes.

Boothill finds the tablet pen and shoves it in her pocket. Her knees shuffle against the soft rug as she turns bit by bit, as she slips forward until she’s almost resting against Argenti’s knees. Her other hand finds Argenti’s calf, then she slides both up higher, little by little.

I do envy the sinners

2.9k words | explicit | kafhime

The leash yanks, and Himeko tips forward, a soft gasp escaping as she loses her balance. She catches herself, on her hands and knees now, and a gloved hand slides down her exposed spine, tucks under the fabric where it returns to cover her ass. “Stop thinking,” she’s told in a low, husky drawl. “I’ve got something better for your pretty little head to do.”

Tags:

No Archive Warnings Apply, Himeko/Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail), BDSM AU, Switching both in sexual positions and in dom/sub roles, pussy slapping/spanking, clit torture, Vibrators, Face Sitting, Multiple Orgasms, Oral Sex, Bondage, Masochism, Mommy Kink, Established Relationship, Nipple Play, Pegging, Bratting, Edging, thigh humping, Public Sex