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cinematicnomad · 6 months
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getting some writing done this saturday
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ryukatters · 6 months
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bf!bkg ignoring you because you won’t call him baby or handsome or whatever nickname you usually call him
“Katsuki— have you seen my charger? I can’t find it anywhere.”
You call out as you make your way down the hall from your bedroom. Your boyfriend is sitting on the couch, having a rotting party all by his lonesome to really live out his day off. It’s a rare occurrence for him to be so inactive, but you surmise even pro heroes can be lazy every once in a while.
“Kats?”
Still nothing. You know for a fact that he can hear you, because you can see the way he subconsciously perks up the minute you say something. Definitely charming, but not enough to quell the growing mix of irritation and worry (mostly worry) brewing inside the pits of your stomach.
You make your way across the living room, standing in front of his place on the couch. He’s still not looking at you. No matter, you just decide to straddle him instead. His hands automatically find purchase on your hips, fingers just a few millimeters shy of your ass.
“Katsuki. What’s wrong?”
“Dunno who that is,” he huffs, head turning to the side so you can’t see the way his lips quirk down into a pout. (Because he swears up and down that’s something he never does.)
“Kats?”
“No.”
“‘Suki?”
“Close, but still no.”
“Baby?”
“Yeah, baby?”
"Have you seen my charger, handsome?"
"In your desk drawer on the right."
You smile. You press an innocent kiss to the tip of his nose. He pulls you flush against him before you can pull away, capturing your lips with his, appreciating the way the two of you meld against each other. He tries not to look too disappointed when you lift yourself off him and stand up. You lean down to give him a fleeting kiss on the cheek.
"Love you, Katsuki."
"Think you've got the wrong guy, sweetheart."
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Bakugou serves as a secondary alarm clock in the mornings.
He’s usually up an hour before you, freshly showered with coffee brewing when your first alarm goes off and you roll over with a groan to turn it off.
20 minutes later, he’s waking you up with gentle fingers through your hair, kneeling by your side of the bed and waiting for your eyes to flutter open to tell you to get up.
You whine when he leaves, missing his touch but it’s not long before sleep is reclaiming you.
The next time he stirs you, his teeth are freshly brushed and his hair mostly dry, and he’s far less gentle. His heavy form lands on your hips as he straddles you, leaning down to press firm kisses over your face and shoulders, his fingers pressing into your waist.
You mumble promises about getting up, and he relents, pressing one last kiss to your neck before he’s gone again, grumbling under his breath about how you’ll be the death of him.
The final time he comes in, you hear him coming, still in bed but not quite asleep. The blanket is thrown off you suddenly and then warm hands wrap around your ankles. A second later you’re being yanked down the bed, a surprised yelp escaping you as your eyes fly open.
He pulls you down far enough that your thighs cage in his thin waist, chuckling at your expression when you gape up at him. He looks perfect in his hero gear, mask hanging loosely around his neck and his gauntlets no doubt waiting by the door.
He bends in half to capture your mouth with his in a kiss that’s more than enough to wake you up, and then he’s pulling back, your feet hitting the floor as he takes you with him.
He gives you one last fleeting kiss that has you wanting more and chasing his mouth before he’s disentangling himself from you.
He takes in the pout on your face and chuckles, forehead pressed against yours as he quietly warns you he started your shower and you should get going before the hot water runs out.
And as a reward for keeping you on time in the morning, he makes sure to land a swift smack on your ass as you pass, laughing when you curse him and disappear into the bathroom, rubbing the handprint.
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kala-mies · 4 months
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This is one of those Sleepy Hollow ghost stories you haven't heard of
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Kat and hbomb's team appreciation post
i would like to thank Kat and the team for their work.
Thank you Kat for sending Tommy Tallarico's Guinness world record to the shadow realm (at least one of them, officially speaking)
Thank you for the Ted talk joke
Thank you for the work that gets mentioned or not in the videos
Thank you, Kat. Harris Bomberboy said that he loved you twice, I think we all do, by now.
Thank you everybody that works on Hbomb's videos, he may do the talking but the animation, editing and everything else won't do itself.
Thank you for the passion you make this content with, thank you for the hours of entertainment a single video can provide. Thank you, even if I don't know you by name.
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blackkatmagic · 1 year
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Anyone who writes cheerful and kind characters as dense or stupid is my personal enemy.
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shenyaanigans · 1 year
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imagine being told you can have the one thing you've always dreamed of, save your home, if you complete 1 mission: find vash the stampede & bring him to july. to millions knives.
you know where you're leading him to—what you're leading him to. you don't care. you take the deal.
imagine meeting him, the pitiful fool. the beloved little brother of millions knives, soft in every way—touch, color, heart. he bleeds for so much. too much. someone like him should not be alive. (someone like him doesn't want to be alive)
now your dream rests upon his survival.
imagine telling him you're an undertaker. it isn't wrong. vash the stampede was dead the moment millions knives called for him. there's nothing you can do except make sure he gets to hades's hands in one piece. you'd ask forgiveness, but willful sinners will never be forgiven.
imagine he tells you you're kind. imagine he looks upon your face and smiles. imagine he tells you you could never be bad: he can see it in your eyes. imagine how it must feel, to be acknowledged by the brother of god. does it hurt? does it make you angry?
imagine how it is to watch him bleed himself dry. imagine how it is to watch him make promise after promise, to break them, to watch him crumble to pieces beneath the weight of his own guilt. imagine what it is like to see a mirror. to be reminded of the cross you bear.
imagine how it is to protect him. to hold him close. to be forced to choose between your mission to free the orphanage, and your love for your own little brother. imagine how it is to watch him, time and time again, ensure you never have to make that choice by staying alive.
imagine how it is to fall in love with him.
imagine how it is to bring him all the way to july, to protect him, to heal him, to love him, and then to walk him to his final destination: death. imagine how it is to hear him thank you for it with a smile.
imagine how it is to know you've sealed his fate with a kiss.
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aroaessidhe · 3 months
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2024 reads / storygraph
Bitterthorn
gothic fairytale
set in an imaginary German town where every generation, the monstrous witch in the woods steals someone away to be her companion, never seen again
follows the daughter of the duke, lonely and grieving her mother, who offers herself up as the witch’s newest companion
she assumes she’s destined for something horrible, but is mostly left alone in the old castle, and tries to find out more about the mysterious witch & what happened to the previous companions
eerie and atmospheric
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Consequences | revenge sex with Levi
✧ notes ➼ !!! MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT !!!, levi smut, 18+, lightly proofread, my first time writing anything smut-related since like 2017, i just really want revenge sex levi ok, like i will pay someone to write a whole scenario i just - a;lsdfja;lskdjf
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so i really can't stop thinking about revenge sex levi like
just imagine how he'd be if you were out on a date and you were wearing The Dress™ that he picked out for you. at first, it was because you looked damn gorgeous in it, but of course, as the night progresses, his attention shifts from the dress in general on you to specifically your features in the dress: the way it hugged your curves, the way the dress stretches around your ass, and the way it just made you look so. fucking. gorgeous. to the point that all levi can think about is you
and you know what makes it even worse? you know this. you knew this from the minute you walked out of your bedroom in your outfit. levi had always found you irresistible at baseline, but seeing you walking towards him in this dress made him want to drop all the plans you had for the night just so he could bury his face into you for the rest of the night.
and you're feeling particularly feisty, so of course you're brushing up against him in all the right ways during the party. you're purposely running your hands gently around more ~intimate~ areas when you know that he can't react without giving up a fair amount of his pride. you're making sure that he has extra glimpses of all of the parts of you that particularly sets him off. you took some sinister joy out of seeing him squirm for the entirety of the night. as composed as levi was, you knew you had it in you to break him.
by the time you get home, levi is ravenous. you barely take a step into the door before he's all over you, a bit rougher than even he usually is. he's filled with impatience, longing, and lust. you'd been teasing him all night, any expectation of continued composed behavior was wishful thinking.
his hands travel all over the areas of your body that he'd been forced to watch, yet unable to feel all night: your ass, your tits, your lips. as he's peppering rough, sloppy kisses up and down your neck, levi quietly grumbles into your ear about how you've been teasing him all night and exactly how mad it was driving him.
he'd push you down onto the bed, before descending on you, using one hand to pin you down by your wrists and the other to quickly travel to your inner thigh, gently brushing his fingers against your core, chuckling at how absolutely wet you already were.
he'd gently press down on your clit, circling his fingers around it, gradually adding more and more pressure, kissing you even harder as you began to moan and squirm under his touch. he'd squeeze your wrists harder to get a firmer grip on you the more you moved.
a dark look appears in his eyes as he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pushes his middle finger all the way inside you, curling his finger up to hit the one spot that made you see stars. levi plants another rough kiss onto your lips before slipping in his index finger as well, using his thumb to continue rubbing against your clit, relishing in the way that your body was moving underneath him.
the look in his eyes is borderline sadistic as levi felt your entire body (and especially your core) tense as your orgasm approached.
"you wanna cum?" he'd whisper into your ear, pushing down harder onto your clit as he felt your body shudder underneath him as you begged and begged for him to let you release. however, you had been a dick to him all night and this was levi, so he removes his hand as soon as he feels you teetering over the edge, giving you a subtle smirk at your frustrated expression at having your orgasm stolen from you.
"you've been teasing the hell out of me all night, so it seems unfair for me to just give you what you want, right? why don't we have some fun with this, first?"
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Hii~
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⭒๋࣭ ⭑Some basic info⭒๋࣭ ⭑
I'm Siv. 17. They/she (Desi. Get it? Yeah I'll see myself out). I'm a Gemini. Hailing from Slytherin, my godly parent is Hecate. I kin Sirius for the most part, also Remus a little. My top ships are WolfStar and Drarry but I ship almost all the pairs I find from the marauders era. I'm a neurospicy hoe who loves space, any and all forms of art, reading, coffee, the moon, and rain. I really really love rain, just puts me in a better mood instantly. And uhh... yeah :)
⭒๋࣭ ⭑Music⭒๋࣭ ⭑
I listen to so many artists cause i need music 25/8 or else i cant function but off the top of my head my favs are Taylor Swift (Evermore and Rep), Hozier (Wasteland, Baby!), Conan Gray (Superache), Lorde (Pure Heroine), Arctic Monkeys (AM), Girl In Red, a bit of Queen and I've started listening to Harry Styles and Manëskin recently.
⭒๋࣭ ⭑Books⭒๋࣭ ⭑
Can't choose my fav but comfort book is Red, White and Royal Blue. And the last book that deeply impacted my soul was The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue.
⭒๋࣭ ⭑Shows and Movies⭒๋࣭ ⭑
I've watched too many to count but my comfort ones are Heartstopper, SPOP, FRIENDS and Gilmore Girls (Lorelai is literally so me) in shows while in movies it's Single All The Way, and a couple tamil movies called Maara, Bangalore Days and Oh Kadhal Kanmani.
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Wattpad: wolfstarkinnie89
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Some amazing friends that I've made here so far :) @daydream-of-a-wallflower @amaan-danish @her-midas-touch @silence-between-seconds @half-a-heart-without-you @inluvwithremuslupin @skeelly @ghost-of-a-poet @reisbackinblack @not-rab @lovebooks3000 @thedvilsinthedetails
Yeah... k byeeee <3
(Oh also the tags below are just tags I use the cause I need them there for who knows what reasons)
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cinematicnomad · 7 months
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Are you still into Teen Wolf? I literally just finished reading taste your beating heart and I think I might have to lay on the floor and think about it for an indefinite period of time (I can't cause I'm in class but the feeling is there)
i am totally still into teen wolf!! haven't watched the show in years, but i still read fic on the regular (was literally re-reading the insanely amazing it was a wednesday by @isthatbloodonhisshirt last night)—thank you so much for such a lovely message!! it still kills to me know that there are people out there still discovering taste your beating heart. i started writing that fic in college and kept coming back to it over the course of 7 years before i finally finished it. is it a perfect fic? nah. are there things i'd change? totally. but i'm damn proud of it, and i'm so glad you enjoyed it 🥰
every now and then i still toy with the idea of writing a short derek pov compliant fic—i drafted up a little outline and started writing it ages ago but never got beyond the first few pages. maybe one day i'll post it. after taking 7 years to finsh TYBH, never say never 😉
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ryukatters · 7 months
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Something about Bakugo being nosy just sits so right with me. It’s canon that he’s often listening in on conversations (even if participants of said conversations are unaware of his presence) so I imagine when he likes you he tends to hover around you just a little bit more.
You could be talking to Ashido and Kaminari in the common room and Bakugo will be there. Maybe not necessarily near you, not even looking at you. He’s off on the opposite side of the room, and he’s so uncharacteristically quiet that you could forget he was there in the first place.
You mention offendedly how you miss your favorite drink and snack from that one cafe near the heart of Musutafu, being too busy with your work study to find the time to visit.
A few days later, you hear a knock on your door. You’re met with a plastic bag with the very same food and drink combination you had just told your friends about the other day. Your eyes trail the arm and hand holding it and see Bakugo with a pinched look on his face.
“‘s for you,” he grumbles, head turned to the side as his signature scowl deepens. If you looked any closer, you’d clearly be able to see the blush accentuating his cheeks and ears. 
“Thank you, Bakugo,” you take the bag with a smile, and Katsuki has to keep from shuddering when your fingertips accidentally brush his. “Why don’t you come in so we can share?”
Bakugo is nosy, but if it means being able to share stolen moments (and bites of food) with you, then it’s totally worth it.
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star-kovs · 15 days
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the bellamy drawing in clarke’s head is driving me crazy because she also had a drawing of lexa there as in the two loves of her life and still between him having that much of an impact in her head and the way he fought for her and brought her back with the cpr and they still never got together has me sick
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bethelighthalazia · 1 month
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<3 kat writes E>
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Kat, 91’ liner, multistan ATEEZ <3
ult biases: Mingi (ATEEZ), Yunho (ATEEZ)
biases: , Changbin (Stray Kids), Seungmin (Stray Kids), Eunkwang (BTOB), HUTA, Soobin (TXT)
bias wreckers: ATEEZ OT8, Stray Kids OT8
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
My works also include things that are NOT minor friendly.
AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED. No matter how pretty your layout is, if i don´t find your age on your blog, I´ll block your ass.
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imaginaryanon · 3 days
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thinking about her (wicked thing) again
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