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golden-writes · 1 month

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NEW STORY!

Title: Bright Side of the Moon

Fandom: Inuyasha

Rating: Mature

Chapters 1/?

Pairing: Sesshomaru/Kagome, Miroku/Sango

Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Kid Fic, Sesshomaru is Rin's parent, Kagome is Shippo's Parent...ect.

Summary: Mt. Hakurei's barrier was used by many to seal away items of power and demons that were so powerful they couldn't be killed outright. With the barrier down, these demons escape their weakening bonds and set out to continue their rampages through the Feudal Era. Most scatter to the winds, but one seeks out those who inadvertently freed her. After a millennia of being sealed under the mountain she is free, she is starving, and they are full of delicious memories. So vibrant, so filling. She can't wait to suck them out of their heads.

An attack on Kaede's village causes irreparable changes to sweep amongst Inuyasha's pack. When faced with a suddenly deaged Inuyasha, who's last memories are of his mother's death and the villagers chasing him away, Kagome has no choice but to ask Sesshomaru for help. Inuyasha may be roughly a five or six year old child but his enemies are vast and his new age won't stop old enemies.

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54661633

#inuyasha #writeblr #writers on tumblr #fanfic #sesskag #sesshomaru #kagome #shippo #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #inuyasha fanfiction #golden writes #my writing #kagsessh #kagome x Sesshomaru #inuyasha WIP #goldie-writes

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goldenvoicedminstrel · 2 years

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cover your ears, the east is burning

story by protisvit (@goldenvoicedminstrel | ao3)

art by @themultileggedcreature

Fic rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Maedhros & Maglor

Characters: Maedhros, Maglor

Word Count: 8056

For @tolkienrsb

It is not the morning that lifts the night over Himring and it is not spring that warmth the air. (It is not Morgoth's fire that consumes the Gap.)

In which Maedhros waits and Maglor sings and Sudden Flame descends over them both.

#trsb22 #golden writes #themultileggedcreature #maglor #maedhros #dagor bragollach #some unstable magically gifted elves we love to see it

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msvanillalatte · 4 months

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This One or That One

NSFW. MDNI

SUMMARY: Just smut.

WARNINGS: Mattheo Riddle x fem!Reader. Piv, no protection (wrap it b4 you tap it), breeding kink, praise kink, rough sex, dirty talking, teasing, aftercare (implied, not written), a bit of overstimulation.

Let me know if i missed any, please!

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

"M-Mattheo, slow d- down!" You cried as Mattheo Riddle thrusted his hips into you at full speed. He was desperate. Desperate to be inside you.

"I think you can take it. Fuck... You are tight." Groaned Mattheo as he chased his high. He was relentless, fucking you like an animal, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head as he grabbed your neck and made you look at him.

"Eyes on me, pretty. Look so good around my cock, am I fucking you dumb, angel?" Mattheo said as he pounded into you without mercy. Everything about him was intoxicating, he had you wrapped around his finger. Your mouth opened and smiled, as a bit of drool fell out of it.

You were close, and Mattheo sensed it. The way your walls clenched about his dick and your high pitched moans flew out of you mouth made him crazy. For him, you were the most beautiful girl to ever exist, looks, personality, cunt. Everything was perfect with you, especially the sex part. How you looked at him with hooded eyes and that fucked-dumb smile made him harder, if that was even possible.

"Oh- OH MY GOD!" You moaned in ecstasy as his mushy tip hit your sweet spot repeatedly. Mattheo was big, and even after having sex almost every day, it always felt new, like the first time.

"Yeah, feels good, huh? Do you like this spot or that one better?" Mattheo chuckled as he thrusted in your G-spot and cervix alternately. Your sight went white and you cried one last time as you let the pleasure consume you. He was good, really good. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, tightening around Mattheo and scratching his back until it bled. Your moans were loud and your back arched till it couldn't anymore. Mattheo kept thrusting, going even deeper, if that was possible. It felt overwhealming, but you were too fucked-out to even care. Your eyes closed as you kept moaning at the stimulation.

"So tight and warm. Want me to cum inside you, aye? Want me to fill you up, honey?" Mattheo said as he started kissing and biting your neck. He was close and you could feel by how his cock throbbed inside you.

"Inside me, please! Want to be filled by you, Matt!" You whimpered at the overstimulation. "Atta girl." Was all Mattheo said before coming inside you, painting all of your walls white. He panted and kept pounding for a bit so that none of his load would spill out of you.

He slowly pulled out of you, making you cry at the emptiness. "You did so good, princess, so so good."

You blushed at Mattheos praise, and waited for him to help you get to the shower, as he always did.

Hoped you liked this one. First time writing Mattheo Riddle.

468 words.

SORRY IF I MADE ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Sorry if the ending is a bit rushed :)

-MsVanillaLatte

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theidlespoon · 1 month

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writer culture is creating a sunshine character and then making them go through so much trauma that they're unrecognisable

#writing #golden retriever to black cat arc #writer culture #writing meme #writeblr #blorbo #sunshine character #characters #text post #textpost #shitpost #tumblr #humour #relatable #lmao #humor #funny #random thought #writers of tumblr

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motelofmermaids · 4 months

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i just know that finnick is sometimes too in love with you. you could be yelling at him for doing something stupid in the arena that could have killed you both and the only thing he could think about doing is kissing you.

you are so right, anon! ♥︎

katniss and johanna wheezed, coughing up any water that they might have inhaled. peeta and beetee lay on the beach, chests heaving as the harsh sun beamed down on the group. you were sat on your knees, wiping blood off your forehead that had trickled down from your scalp. it was overwhelming to process what had led to this point. you knew it, but the adrenaline crash following the monkey mutt attack prevented coherent thought. “are you okay?” johanna kneeled down beside you, moving some of your stray hairs away from the clotting blood. “uh,” you look at her, almost dazed, “um, yeah… yeah.”

“where’s finnick?” peeta suddenly erupted, immediately storming off toward the tree lines. “peeta! peeta, stop!” katniss chased after him. despite peeta’s rage, no one dared to cross the line between the beach and jungle. “he fucked with us! i know you know that what he did was on purpose!” you could tell peeta placed partial blame on you. you weren’t aware that finnick was going to use the mutts to his advantage; you had no knowledge of his plan to kill two birds with one stone.

finnick odair was a smart man. he understood the risks associated with his plan, yet he did it anyway—without informing anyone, including you. when the mutts attacked, you and the others held on fairly well, managing to kill more despite being significantly outnumbered. what failed you and the rest of the group was when finnick spotted the careers and started guiding them closer while directing the mutts.

from there, blood adorned the brutal scene. finnick had been separated from the group, and you screamed for him. turning to run after him, johanna had a hand tightly cupped at the back of your neck, forcing you to the beach with the rest of the group. stray mutts diverted from the careers and finnick, quickly following suit. the rest became a hazy afterthought. you heard two cannons boom, followed with rustling behind the trees. you immediately stood up, peeta and katniss backing away from where they were originally situated.

out of breath and holding onto his bloody arm, finnick emerged onto the beach, desperately seeking you out. despite your obvious relief, instead of hugging him, you were pushing him away instead. brows furrowed in frustration, you yell, “are you fucking kidding?” johanna raised her hands and stepped away, giving finnick a small smirk. “finnick! were you trying to get us killed? what the hell is wrong with you?”

finnick couldn’t help the smile that adorned on his face. you were alive and healthy, that’s all that mattered. you were all that mattered. in those moments when you yelled at him, shoved him, and started tearing up, an overwhelming desire to kiss away your frustration and pain consumed him. “i love you,” in spite of the cheeky grin that has been on his face since finding you, he winced a little from the split in his lip.

you stood there dumbly, looking over to katniss as if she would ever have the answer to finnick’s unabashed endearment. his baffling, unexpected sentiment as you were screaming at him. “be serious, finnick.” he reached for your chin, his thumb gently swiping away some sand. “i’m sorry, honey. i know what i did was... really reckless,” he lowered his voice, only for you to hear, “but right now i really want to kiss you.”

#kel’s anon show 📺#finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick being lovesick #this was so silly to write #me when i need to include the golden alliance because i love them so dearly #johanna my love 🤭

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youneedsomeprompts · 4 months

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~ BLACK CAT X GOLDEN RETRIEVER ENERGY ~ OTP PROMPTS

requested by: @moondrop-gummies request: Can you do grumpy sunshine where she’s the grumpy but doesn’t believe she can be loved and he’s the sunshine who treats her like she’s the best thing in his life and they’re roommates? Thank you in advance! 🎀

Feel free to use and reblog!

Part 1: ~ GRUMPY X SUNSHINE ~ PROMPTS

grumpy being unable to accept anything kind that sunshine tries to do for them

sunshine just admiring anything grumpy does

sunshine staying at home despite being invited elsewhere just to spend more time with grumpy

sunshine doing the things around the house that grumpy dreads doing

grumpy being snarky about the nice things sunshine does but they both know grumpy is actually enjoying them

sunshine having endless patience with grumpy because they know/hope that they'll come around eventually

sunshine making sure to tell grumpy that they deserve the world

grumpy warming up to sunshine and being in a bright mood in sunshine's company

grumpy being patient with sunshine and listening to their long, colourful stories but that's the least they can do when sunshine does everything for them

grumpy's love language is telling sunshine that they deserve more (than grumpy could ever give them)

sunshine's love language is showering grumpy with affection until grumpy snaps

grumpy trying to push sunshine away to guard themselves from developing serious feelings

grumpy hyping sunshine up when they find out that sunshine has a crush, not knowing that it's them

^ and immediately changing course when they find out (because sunshine shouldn't throw their love away on someone as undeserving as grumpy)

sunshine not paying any mind to grumpy's self-depricating rants and just keeping up their high level of affection and warmth

grumpy being able to let their guard down and accept the love because of sunshine's unconditional and unwavering support

grumpy 'you're an idiot to choose me' & sunshine 'I would be that idiot in any universe and you love it'

grumpy being seriously worried about sunshine having developed feelings for grumpy ("you can't be sane. you should see a doctor.")

grumpy being the biggest sunshine stan but they adore them too much to be willing to expose them to the madness that means grumpy

sunshine doing everything with grumpy that want but nothing more and nothing less because they know how important it is to respect grumpy's boundaries

#black cat x golden retriever prompts #black cat x golden retriever #grumpy x sunshine prompts #grumpy x sunshine otp #grumpy x sunshine #writing prompts #prompt list #prompts #otp prompts #otp #fanfic prompts #writing inspiration #writing ideas #writers on tumblr #writeblr #fluff prompts #setting prompts #scenario prompts #20 prompts

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ageofstarkey · 8 months

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blood and cuts ✰ m. riddle

summary: matthéo gets into (another) fight, and you’re there to clean him up

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

warnings: mentions of mild injuries, nothing else rlly?

notes: hi!! this is the tiniest little blurb ever but i’m down horrendous for mattheo n i think it’s cute so i’m posting!! i also spelled his name as matthéo (pronounced ma-tay-o) bc i headcanon him as french lmfaooo - anyways!! enjoy!!

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you look at matthéo with a soft sigh. “again?” his handsome face is spattered with blood and cuts, and there’s a dark bruise forming around his right eye. tentatively, you step forward, taking his face softly in your hands. you roll his head gently from side to side, intently assessing the damage. another sigh. “i wish you’d stop fighting every person who looks at you wrong”

matthéo grins in that devilish way he always does, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. he immediately follows it with a soft swipe of his thumb, gathering the small smear of blood he’d left in his wake. “would you believe me if i said he deserved it?”

“they almost never deserve it, théo.”

he shrugs, settling his hands on your hips. “i tend to disagree.” then he’s tugging you swiftly against him, coaxing an involuntary little squeal from your throat. “i honestly think you would’ve swung on the poor git if you’d been there.”

you roll your eyes fondly, sliding your hands around to the back of his neck. “tell me about it while i clean you up, hm?”

matthéo grins at you tenderly, leaning forward to kiss you again. this time, he lingers a little longer, and you can taste his blood on your lips when he pulls away. “deal”

#eeee i just started posting my writing so please be nice!! <3 #ageofstarkey writing <3 #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle fanfic #mattheo riddle blurb #harry potter #slytherin boys #slytherin boys fanfic #slytherin boys x reader #draco malfoy #tom riddle #the golden era #harry potter fanfic

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smallpapers · 5 months

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Commission I did a few months back for @gracefulsouffle ‘s Hunter-centric time loop fic, Again and Again, (Chapter 17!) Go check it out!!

#the owl house #hunter wittebane #hunter noceda #the golden guard #Toh hunter #Toh fanart #Toh fic #myart #palisman #Toh comic #paper coms art #paper coms #gracefulsouffle #I thought I posted this last time but I didn’t! sorry it’s so late #everyone go read rn!! it’s forty chapters that’s so amazing how do people write fics!

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starrystevie · 9 months

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thinking about steve as a radio show host. he's pretty, clean cut, charming with the guests and surprisingly invested in the interviews he does with them. he listens to all of their albums no matter what and uses it as a way to expand his music taste and loves breaking down his favorites with the artists themselves. he's a beloved household name from his radio show to his talk show to his product endorsements and he's known as one of the nicer celebrities out there.

thinking about steve being out and proud, dating whoever he wants, whenever he wants, and not shying away from the publicity it gets him. he waves at the cameras that are flashing as he leaves clubs with someone new on his arm, smiles at the people who stare when he walks down the street holding hands with a new boyfriend, laughs along with the interviewers when he has a girlfriend the following week for a red carpet event.

thinking about steve going to work one day after staying up all night to listen to this new metal band on the scene trying to bring back "real rock and roll" as their lead singer puts it. he has a latte in one hand, corroded coffin cd booklet with annotated sticky notes poking out between the pages in the other as he slams open the door. he jumps when he finds the band already in the studio, the back of a curly head he almost recognizes sitting in his chair.

thinking about steve dropping his overpriced latte on the carpet when he realizes just who is sitting in his chair. his mind flashes back to months ago where he met some rockstar in some club who had a fiery smirk and wonderfully smart fingers. he still has the shirt the guy left behind at his place in the back of a drawer as a memento from a very successful one night stand that he tried to find again for weeks.

thinking about steve wrapping up the interview as easily as he can while staring at the singer who still pops up in his dreams late a night. he's out of his chair the second he can be and excuses himself to the bathroom with a not so subtle nod for a certain member to follow and counts the tiles in the ceiling as he waits for him to show up. he grins all wide and cat like when the door opens and pulls him into the stall to get his hands on him as fast as he can.

thinking about steve getting eddie munson's phone number as he buttons his pants up, both of them breathless and sated as they lean against the stall door. he learns he loves the taste of eddie's smile even more in the day time and makes a promise to himself to call him as soon as he gets home. he's not going to let him get away again, he still has a shirt to return after all.

#steddie #steddie headcanon #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #listen.... just think about how hot it would be #like golden boy steve who has the whole world tuning into his station getting railed in the bathroom by some rockstar named eddie? wow

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goldemas1244 · 8 months

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I WROTE THIS IN AN HOUR

OKAY INTRODUCTION

I was listening to Karma (VocaCircus) and I was thinking about a sort of animatic type-thing. But not the meme part, just the rest of the song. And so this was born! I'm just so excited about this I just threw out a playlist for it! I've never been able to properly turn an animatic into writing let alone a storyboard so this is a major achievement for me!

TW: character death

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The air, as always, was cold. Far too cold. Four figures stood amongst opposite ruins of the battlefield, a lost fisherman's village which once held life by the dozens and a frozen peak of ice eroded by time.

Two on one end, two on the other. It would be a fair fight.

"Kaloshta, I can't-" the young beetle shook out. His breath was ragged from the blizzard and his haemolymph frozen as a glacier. A spark of flame amongst the blues and whites of the icy tundra.

"We can, just hold on!" hissed the elder, clutching his staff like a lifeline. He couldn't see anymore, blindly following his other senses despite barely any of them functioning. He picked up his only remaining child's bow, edging it over to the dying youth.

A fair fight but they were quickly losing. Or perhaps, they've already lost.

"Now you've used up all your luck," a voice rang out through the icy plain, like shooting stars in an endless void. The bearer, well-fought yet barely touched, raised her glowing purple hand, aiming it at Zhask. A glow of energy coursed through her palm, forming a cube of explosive power.

"It's time you get what you deserve," came a steady voice accompanying her. A body of ice and snow, so was her voice, sharp as the sword she held tight to her bosom. Her eyes, fixiated on the blue beetle before her with a vengeful fury, hell hath no other.

The elder looked towards his son with shaken eyes, with grief and remorse and worry. All intuitions which had come far too late. What he had provided, what he had sworn to provide, all gone in the blink of an eye. All his fault.

But the younger still stood. "I'm holding out for karma," said he, pointing an accusatory finger at the Astrowarden he so dreaded. A little boy facing the monster under his bed for the first and what may be the last time.

His mandibles clicked. The icicles spread through his body were like lead in his veins and he knew he couldn't get far. But he possessed the heart of his father, a warrior who laughs in the face of death, a conqueror who brought home all his love to be shared. To be kept for safekeeping as odd little trinkets and soft bedtime kisses.

And he stood.

Haemolymph dripped onto the snow.

A bitter taste flooded Zhask's mouth as he looked upon his son's condition. Unsalvageable. Unsaveable. But if this is how they'll go down...

"I'm holding out to watch you burn."

Zhask handed his son the bow and the young Kastiyan notched an arrow. They'll go down together. As father and son. The last remaining Kastiyans forevermore.

It was the Astrowarden who struck first. Her barrier could only last so long, but they struck the space between the two hearts, shattering all bond and chain between them. Zhask was swept aside, as Kastiya deftly dodged and loosened his arrow.

It hit Aurora square on the shoulder, a chilling scream erupting from her lips as the venom took its hold. She fell, clutching her shoulder as Yve came to her aid. It wasn't potent, but it was a terrible pain to endure for a long while yet.

A sharp icicle shot out of her palm. It bounced off cliff and crag, but it wasn't half noticed before it met its mark.

It was intended for only one, the forlorn beast. But it missed, shattering the void wall carved by Yve and plunging itself deep into the wrong Kastiyan. And before the smooth shiny purple shards, before the cold of the Northern Vale, before the mercy of fate, was the poor young boy who'd lost his dear father at such a young age.

A faint whistle and a fulfilling life flashed before Kastiya's eyes.

He couldn't hear, couldn't see or feel. All he could was taste, and he tasted the fresh flowers of spring. He tasted the geraniums in his garden, the smooth black pebbles of the nearby beach. He tasted blood, his blood, and the snow he drifted into.

For illusory hours he must have watched the visions play out through his taste and taste alone. The soft woodwork of Rista's travelling coach, the tender kisses from Dylan every night, the night markets and sunrises. One by one playing, reminding him of things he wouldn't remember in eternity.

As he dreamt, the walls around him shattered. Footfalls treaded through the snow in a desperate attempt to reach the only thing they'll ever care for. Sharp broken claws grasp the back of the young beetle's head, lifting it up from the cold into a much warmer touch.

Knees crashed onto the snow, bloodied and cold. Disbelieving breaths choked the fire out of its bearer, as he gazed upon the one thing he swore to protect forever, now immortalised in eternal sleep. The cold numbed all emotion but desperation, desperation to keep this final fledgeling of love aflight.

A glittering flash caught his eye and his mandibles clicked. No. Not his son. Not the little boy he raised a prince of gold and glory. Not the little boy of arrows of flame. Not his little boy, no.

Not his little boy, no.

Please, not his little boy, his only boy, please no.

Instinct took over and his shoulder covered to block the oncoming ice spike.

The projectile makes contact. Ice seeps quickly through both their bodies, freezing the duo in an eternal embrace of protection and love. The ice covers spiracles and antennae alike, breath was nonexistent.

But if the last thing he sees is the only love his life will permit him, then it's a worthy death.

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A father and son, immortalised in an eternal sculpture of ice and crystal. A memoriam of the horrors of war. Two tombstones, carved of obsidian and sapphire.

All this bought by a wealthy male of antiquities from a royal kingdom beneath the waves, grieving a lost love. Perhaps this is a way for him to cope, to grieve. Perhaps this is obsession. Perhaps this is respect. Aurora had no use for them, thus he took them to the only place they'd ever called home.

His hand grasps the eternally cold claws of the only true love he's ever had in the shadow of the dark oak clearing. He tries not to weep, for this was long foreseen. Zhask would lose, and he'd take down everything with him.

He just wishes it wasn't his Kastiya too.

He lights a simple match. The glow reminds him of the bright orange his love used to flaunt. The red reminds him of the father figure he saw in the king. The matchstick, the dark oak.

With a short breath, he recites the last of his cremation rites.

He tosses the match into the trees, the dry grass quickly set ablaze by the mere kindle. The bark and leaves set alight as the ice sculpture melts. Little by little their bodies are uncovered, colour faded from the sun and the shine. But to Dylan, all is perfect.

Within the burning embers, he picks the bodies from the ice and carefully lays them in their joined grave. But not before he gives one final kiss to his long-dead love. He swears those cold lips never have changed, but deep down he knows they have.

Eyes brimming with tears, mainly from grief and partly from smoke, he buries the duo side by side. Simple tombstones were set up as he sits down amongst the dried grass.

He'll leave in a moment.

Just another moment.

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eggbreadboi · 4 months

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Names

I was thinking a lot about what it’s like to be separated from your culture and language (be that Asirpa, who in order to write, would have to write in a language that isn’t her own, whose companions don’t speak her language, or Vasily who can’t speak easily, not to mention doesn’t have many people around him who speak Russian)and human connection despite that. idk. thematic soup, mostly. I always thought that as an Ogata foil Vasily should’ve had more bonding time with Asirpa, and I always thought he’d be a bit more receptive. smth smth man with hobbies probably better adjusted (no, he’s probably not)

#anyway i love them #writing your name in the snow as a trope. is that a trope. maybe #egg’s art #golden kamuy #gk #vasily pavlichenko #vasily golden kamuy #asirpa #digital art #digital comics #comic short

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ginevrapng · 5 months

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Dark Harry smut where he fucks reader til she’s cock drunk please?

i kind of strayed away from this but here's some dark harry smut. this isn't very detailed or explicit but i couldn't think of how to make it detailed

harry overheard you today talking to ginny, "i don't know ginny, harry just hasn't been there recently. he's normally so attentive and i really don't want to complain but i feel like he doesn't want me anymore." harry clenches his fist and his jaw as he hears you doubt his love for you.

later on that night when he finds you in bed scrolling on your phone he pounces, climbing on the bed and hovering over you. "i love you so much." before you can reply harry leans down and kisses you hungrily, running his hands over your body.

caught up with harry's kisses you're barely aware that he's lifted up your shirt so he can play with your tits. he's silencing thanking you for not wearing a bra to bed. you whimper as harry pinches your nipple and he smirks.

harry's put you in a mating press and you haven't even realised until he's entering you, making you gasp at the stretch. "harry slow down, you're too big," you say breathlessly. he ignores you.

"mine. you're mine," he groans at you possessively speeding up his thrusts.

you grab hold of his arm, digging your fingernails into the skin, pain and pleasure simultaneously taking over your body. "yours," you whimper, bringing harry's body down to yours so you can kiss him. "yours," you repeat against his lips.

harry smirks, "all mine baby."

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riceballoon · 9 months

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quick doodle, congratulations to ogata for his reincarnation from a war to a sports team! hope this guy's just as funny as his war criminal counterpart

#golden kamuy #dogsred #ogata hyakunosuke #golden kamuy spoilers #it would be so funny if no.39 has the same insufferable personality as ogata with absolutely none of the trauma #i find it endearing that noda loves his characters so much that he'll keep drawing and writing them in any universe #my art #love how nonchalantly he appears too. no wink to the audience just standing there mega pixellated like a ghost. did i just see that or what

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the-golden-weapons · 3 months

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I’d like to think Jay and Nya are very funny because they are both mechanics, but in entirely opposite ways:

Nya has all her tools in proper order. In her workshop, there is never any scrap part going unused. Any notes and blueprints since the ripe age of 12 have been carefully stored and saved, no matter how much she cringes when looking back on them. The Samurai X designs and revisions have their own file cabinet as well as digital backups. Her measurements are double and triple checked, even though she probably had it right the first time. Every choice she makes is calculated and buffed out, from the interlocking gears to the paint job. She prides on her work on being practical and aesthetic, thank you very much.

Jay, meanwhile, is the definition of fuck around and find out. Blueprints? Who needs em, anyways? The only thing vaguely resembling “notes” in his work area are scrap pieces of paper with the most round-about mathematics ever (complete with indecipherable short-hand and a stick figure drawing of Jay holding a blowtorch, naturally.) He will change up plans on the fly and casually stick his hands in very sharp moving parts like there is no tomorrow. Safety equipment? He grew up in a junkyard. He had a wrench in his hand before he could walk. Yeah, no, he’s pretty sure he’s fine, thanks.

#what i’m getting at is jay and nya are both Very Smart and help balance each other out #nya is a perfectionist to the point of frustration and jay tends to be lax on things he should probably handle with more caution #the blueprints thing is just funny to me #because it leads nicely into my hc for dragons rising for when jay and sora meet and she eventually asks him to explain a past device #the next morning jay comes out with pretty clean sparkling blueprints with step by step notes explaining his thoughts #and nya just wrings him by the neck when she sees it #she’s like I HAVE BEEN ASKING YOU FOR THE PAST TEN YEARS—#jay walker #jay ninjago #nya jiang #nya ninjago #ninjago #jaya #ninjago jaya #golden writings

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corrodedbisexual · 9 months

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Hey besties I'm just gonna like. Leave this here with no context whatsoever. Not saying a word. Not one goddamn word. Do what you will with that 👀

#eddie munson #steddie #writing inspo #the true joy of gifmaking: accidentally coming across absolutely golden frames

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ageofstarkey · 7 months

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Hi! Could you write a Mattheo one, where it’s that time of the month, and you’re just really not feeling like facing the world.

poor thing ✰ m. riddle

summary: you’re on your period, and matthéo’s there to help you feel less awful.

pairing: bf!matthéo x reader

warnings: reader is implied to be afab, mentions of reader having their period, discussion of period-related symptoms, nothing else really???

note: hello!! thank you so much for the request!! i’m still trying to find my groove with writing, but i hope i did your prompt some justice :’) also pretend that boys can in fact enter the girls dorms in this universe lmfao

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“aren’t you getting up for potions?”

when you roll over, you see pansy watching you from the doorway. she’s dressed and ready for the day - book bag slung carefully across her body. she studies you with something akin to concern; awaiting your response with perfect, furrowed brows.

with a quiet sigh, you push yourself into a half-sitting position. “i don’t think so. i got my period last night and i feel absolutely horrid.”

“want me to tell riddle? i’m sure he’s looking for an excuse to skip anyway”

you roll your eyes fondly. “he’s already missed too many lessons this year - let him figure it out on his own time, yeah?”

pansy shrugs. “fine. hope you feel better.”

you groan, flopping none-too-gracefully back on your pillow. “me too.”

when pansy leaves, you take a few moments to savour the silence. it does little to ease the uncomfortable ache in your abdomen, but it’s quiet enough that you can almost pretend your head hasn’t been throbbing since the second you opened your eyes.

eventually, you snuggle back under your thick quilt, resigned to sleeping away your misery. it doesn’t take long for your fatigue to take over, pushing you steadily towards the edge of unconsciousness.

you’re nearly asleep, when you hear a sharp knock at the dormitory door. your brows tug downwards in confusion. with a quiet groan, you drag yourself out of bed. the floors are shockingly cold against your bare feet, and you curse quietly under your breath as you approach the door.

when you tug it open, you’re pleasantly surprised to see your boyfriends handsome face. although he should be in class, you can hardly fight the grin that tugs at your lips. “you are not supposed to be here.”

matthéo quirks an eyebrow, sporting a smirk you know all too well. “shall i see myself out then?”

you roll your eyes fondly. “no.”

“didn’t think so.” he lets himself in, kicking the door shut behind him. “do you wanna lay down?”

“merlin - more than anything.”

he tugs you gently towards him, pressing his lips against your forehead in a chaste kiss. “i figured as much.” he murmurs the words against your skin, punctuating them with another kiss. when he pulls away, he nudges you gently towards the bed. “how are you feeling?”

“awful.”

“cramps?” he shrugs off a few layers of clothing, before tugging back your quilt and laying on the bed.

with a gentle little tug, you’re falling into the empty space beside him. “my entire body just… aches.” with a defeated sigh, you drop your head on his chest.

matthéo hums softly, stroking a gentle hand up and down the length of your spine. “poor thing.”

“tell me about it.”

with a quiet little laugh, he tilts your head up towards his own. “do you think you’ll survive?”

“i really might not, théo. this might be it for me.”

matthéo rolls his eyes, but he wears a fond little smile that gives him away. “you’re ridiculous.”

“i am not!” your lips turn downwards in an involuntary pout. “it hurts.”

“i know, sweetheart.” he closes the small gap between you, kissing away your feeble little frown. “why don’t you try and get some rest, hm?”

“you’ll stay?”

he kisses you again - longer this time, and you swear you’re feeling better already. “‘m not going anywhere.”

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