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garagepaperback · 7 days
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this heaven of mud | 94k
winter, 2002: Draco Malfoy is absolutely fine, thank you very much. summer, 2008: Harry Potter is, er- well, not good exactly, but definitely better. Yeah. Better than before.
A love story told in two somewhat unreliable parts, over six years. Featuring secret shagging, to friends, to the ‘how is it fair for someone to say your name like that’ sort of friends, to, finally, someone you could call a home.
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this fic is now complete!
featuring: alternating points of view, whole buckets of pining, affectionately venomous conversations between Slytherins, three-foot-wide clairvoyant orchids, swans who had previous lives as pillows, Draco having a terrible fiancé, social worker Harry, more pining if you can believe it and, I swear- a happy ending.
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ghoulgeists · 1 year
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cotton-candiest unicorn guy
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ex-textura · 8 months
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Hey so one of Gale's Easter egg-y lines when he's stealthing is "You made me hide, don't make me come seek you" and I.
I'm feeling a way. About. That. 😳
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sulkybender · 4 months
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the sadness of running out of Zukka to read but being too tired to write more of it
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hopefulfartdonut · 1 year
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Wally, put that gun down. Don't try to hurt Howdy
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beggars-opera · 6 months
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Yes hello have I mentioned my crush on Vincent Price today
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finncakes · 1 year
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ep 48 doodle page ^^
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stephicness · 10 months
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Kind of a Dion analytic thought, but...
Every time Dion speaks to his father, he always gives him a flower for his armor.
A wyverntail, as we come to learn.
Bahamut is a dragon/wyvern.
And each time his father gives him this flower, he's sent off to return back to fight for his kingdom.
For the true power of Sanbreque.
So it also is a bit of a thematic thing...
That Dion's father only ever sees him as the wyvern, Bahamut.
And each time the flower falls or is ruined, it's another symbolic sign that leads to Dion's resentment of this role as well as his fall.
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skerbbie · 5 months
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I read all the manga of The Girl From the Other Side by Nagabe and boy howdy I needed that in my life HASHTAG CRYINNNNNNNNNNNN
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thatsbelievable · 1 year
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halfway-happyyy · 2 years
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into you (rooster bradshaw)
short, sweet, filthy. inspired by this ask. enjoy lovelies!!
pairing: rooster bradshaw x female reader
warnings: explicit language, praise kink if you squint, (m) oral sex recieving.
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Rooster Bradshaw’s long fingers found purchase in his girl’s hair as he watched her cheeks hollow out around the girthy width of his hard cock.
She gagged against his groin as he mercilessly fucked the back of her throat, and he felt himself grow even harder as a tear slipped from her eye and cascaded down her flushed cheek.
“So close, sweetheart…” He warned.
She nodded against him- prepared to take him even deeper, but then the shrill sound of his phone ringing pierced the breathless silence. He prayed to God, or some other higher being for it not to be important, but as Maverick’s name flashed across the screen, all hopes of a glorious release were dashed in an instant and Rooster nearly cried out at the sudden lack of her wet, warm mouth as she pulled away from him. He found himself (certainly not for the first time) cursing the elder naval aviator on the other end of the line.
If Rooster had ever endured a longer day in the clouds, he couldn’t remember it.
“How about we start flying like the Navy pays us to do it for a living, hey?”
He regrets it as soon as it leaves his mouth and a low whistle followed by a hearty laugh sounds in his ear.
“Jesus Rooster, who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?” Fanboy laughs.
Hangman clears his throat. “That my friends, is the tone of voice one only gets when they’ve been interrupted in the midst of something… important.”
Rooster has no idea how Jake knows, and it only adds fuel to the fire burning steadily in the pit of his belly. He tries to come up with something quippy to bite back with but after a few tense moments, comes up frustratingly empty.
“It’s okay pal, we’ve all been there.” Hangman’s voice brims with mirth and Rooster doesn’t think he’s ever wanted to pummel the elder pilot more.
His feet hit the tarmac a grueling hour and a half later and he almost misses Hangman’s simpering, “Tell her I said Hi when you see her!” Above the roaring of the Bronco’s engine starting up. He rolls down his window and presents his middle finger to the laughing pilot and makes a mental note to harass him within an inch of his life the next time he brings a date to the Hard Deck. About five minutes from the house and stopped at a red light, he receives a text from his girl that causes his cock to stir in the crotch of his jeans; he is uncomfortably erect five minutes later when he steps through the threshold of their home.
“Baby, I’m back!”
And I am so fucking ready to continue where we left off.
“I’m in the bedroom!” She calls back.
Rooster can hardly contain himself as he makes quick work of shucking his tan uniform off while he saunters down the hallway to their closed door. Upon entry, his mouth drops open when he takes notice of her nude figure in front of their bed. She is in the same kneeling position she was in when he left her a couple of hours ago- as if she hadn’t gotten up since, and though he knows this not to be the case, every last ounce of blood in his body floods to his cock as he watches her.
“What a good a girl.” He murmurs breathlessly and resumes his stance above her.
She smiles up at him and hooks two fingertips in the waistband of his black boxer-briefs. “Did you miss me?”
He cups the apple of her cheek in his warm palm and brushes the calloused pad of his thumb over her still-flushed cheek. “More than you’ll ever know, sweetheart.” She pulls his briefs lower and gasps as his cock springs free from its cotton restraint. She leans forward to lick up the bead of pre-come that glistens from the slit on his reddening head. “Missed that mouth of yours too.” He sighs.
“Mm, I bet you did.” She simpers and savors his saltiness on her tongue.
Rooster takes himself in his fist and rubs the swollen head of his cock against her smiling lips. “Gonna be an angel for me and suck this cock until it comes for you?” He watches her shiver; knows exactly the effect his words are having on her. Knows that if he were to touch her where she wants him most, his fingers would come away slick with her arousal for him. His mouth waters at the very thought of it. She nods her head. Rooster smiles down at her and cups her cheek again. “Open up for me sweetheart.”
She does as she’s told; takes him so deep into her mouth that the tip of her nose nuzzles up into the soft, curly hair at the base of his cock. She breathes in deeply; tries her best not to choke herself on his impressive length, but try as she might, he is simply no match for her, and she gags against him.
Rooster’s head drops back, and his fingertips find purchase in her hair as she works her expert tongue along the underside of his thick shaft. She falls back off him for a moment to spit against his length, and a long, low whimper exits his mouth. “Fuck, don’t stop.” She pulls off him completely and Rooster almost cries out. When she doesn’t immediately resume her ministrations, his honeyed orbs widen in mild bewilderment, and he peers down at her.
“You’ve thought about this all day, haven’t you?” She murmurs.
Rooster notices the decidedly evil glint in her eye, and knows he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on even more. “All fucking day.” He confirms.
“Right. And God only knows how badly you want to come for me, right?”
He nods again.
“Now it’s your turn to be a good boy, Rooster. Because I swear to God, if you tell me what to do one more time, I will stop for good and I will make you watch me touch myself until I come all over my fingers. Do you understand?”
And while Rooster nods along like a bobblehead on the dash of someone’s car, he’s just happy he doesn’t finish for her right then and there.
“Now. Where were we?” She sighs and lowers her mouth back onto his painfully hard cock.
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scanboii · 1 month
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I'm gonna need a whole campaign with these guys
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sibyl-of-space · 26 days
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Today one thing has been made extremely clear to me. That while going to grad school certainly gave me the skill of listening to bad, irrelevant, or poorly framed feedback and gleaning what is actually valuable for my purposes from it.. it did not grant me immunity to getting extremely annoyed and butt hurt about it when I receive said bad, irrelevant, or poorly framed feedback.
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hopefulfartdonut · 1 year
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Wally put that knife down, don't try to hurt Howdy
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earlefromunder · 2 months
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