#ems writing

[aspiring-artist-em]

They never got married.

Not really.

But Sirius likes to count the one time they went to London and used the muggle marriage machine. It was like magic, how the screen lit up and displayed vows. Sirius was hanging onto his lover's arm as he input their names.

"Love, you have to let go, I need to get my coin."

Sirius remembers groaning and releasing his hold for a brief minute, choosing to wrap himself around his boyfriend's waist. He earned himself a chuckle. Sirius would cling to the sound of that laugh, grasp at the memory to keep himself sane.

The machine chimed. Sirius was guided in front of the screen, the prompt reading, "Sirius Black, do you take --- to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Sirius had smiled and clicked "I do."

His lover did the same.

The sound of the machine whirring to life filled their ears, the gears turning inside the broken down thing marking themselves known, until it chimed as a small thud could be heard. His lover reached in and grabbed the small container, getting on one knee and revealing a ring. Sirius remembers the way he smiled and nodded as his lover slipped it over his finger and sealed their counterfeit matrimony with a kiss.

They never got married.

Not really.

After the sentencing, when Sirius was shoveled into Azkaban, Remus had thrown away that ring. It was cheap plastic, he had no use for it. And besides, why would he want to be tied to the man who betrayed and killed his best friends. He wasn't the man Remus thought he was, therefore their relationship was nothing but fake, a game of childhood pretend. It never happened, as far as Remus was concerned.

Besides, Remus was better off without Sirius, and so the ring now lies in a landfill on the outskirts of London, and the two had never even dated.

They never got married.

Not really.

But Sirius refuses to let the memory go, and the ring still sits on his finger, broken down by the wear and tear of twelve years in prison. It falls off of his bony fingers, but it's miraculously still there. Sirius twists it around and around and around to ground himself and oh, the memory keeps his fragile mind from shattering beyond repair.

Sirius just wishes he could remember who he made it with.

[o-no-it-all-went-wrong]

Felt cute writing this, might delete later

I played and beat Rise of the Ronin, and wanted to write up something based around my favorite plot twist of the game.

Spoilers below for Rise of the Ronin, it has death, and I will disclose I did make my Blade Twin Mizu from Blue Eye Samurai. I have zero regrets

Now some context/info on my Veiled Edge prior to the snippit!!

-My Veiled Edge (usually default all names to Em) is foreign blood, she was abandoned as an infant. She sticks out like a sore thumb with thick, curly red hair and bright, round amber eyes

-A bit self shippy, but I always saw her relationship with her Blade Twin to be romantic. Like 'wives' in a sense. When the Black Ship incident occurred, her ONLY goal was to find Mizu. Playing both sides of the oncoming political war (and everyone involved) to get to this goal

-It was only after Genzui's suicide (and Fumi's "How can you create a peaceful world through war?!") that made her open her eyes and choose to fight for the greater good, putting finding her Blade Twin on the back burner

-Both times the Blade Twins fight prior to the Omi Inn Incident, Em purely protected herself and was truly heartbroken by Mizu's betrayals. She truly wanted to believe it was brainwashing by the foreign forces that caused this and held hope that she could fix this.

-She found comfort in Ryoma's company and they subsequently formed a Veiled Vow VERY PRIOR to the Omi Inn Incident (Thankfully ya girl grinded for 10 hours and got the branch where he survives thank god)

I wrote this at like 10 in the morning when I woke up, Im sorry if its not good, its self indulgent but you gotta make self indulgent stuff to thrive man

Blood was a smell all too familiar to her. Its metallic taste and copper scent were something she grew accustomed to. There was no telling how many times it accidentally got up her nose or on her tongue what times she tried to speak after a fight. No mistake as well how many clothes she lost from the stains she couldn't get off the cloth.

But this time, the smell made her sick. Two bodies lay in the room she stormed into. One she recognized little. A member of the anti-shogunate faction, that's as much as she knew. But the other... She refused to believe it was him. Her closest friend. The person that had stuck alongside her since she escaped the Veiled Edge. Her Veiled Vow Ryoma Sakamoto, leaned against a wall, drenched in his own blood. From where she stood, she couldn't see a rise and fall of his chest or a flicker of his eyelids.

"You still need... To clean up this country..." The anti-shogunate man choked out, snapping Em from her thoughts, "You need... To live..."  His body began to slump as he used his final breath to speak, the thud that his corpse emitted seemed to echo in the Veiled Edge's ears. It was all becoming too real. Her mind was finally able to make ends of what she was seeing before her. The rocks that weighed her stomach down rose to her throat as she watched the scene unfold.

"He was a bad influence to you." No... She knew that voice. A sickening familiar voice that she never thought she would hear again. Her wet amber eyes flickered to her side, only to see her Blade Twin come forward, staring at the carnage before them. She turned her blue eyes towards Em, "But I've taken care of that."

'But I've taken care of that'. Those words burned into her mind. She did this...? Mizu? She killed him?? Her thoughts screamed and stayed silent all at once. Blood roared in her ears, her throat begged to yell. Her body and mind fought ferociously. She wanted to crumple to the ground and scream until her throat ran raw. She wanted to kneel and let her end come, so maybe if death took her now she could maybe see Ryoma's warm smile again. She wanted to unsheath her blade and destroy all her gaze fell upon.

"Murderer..." Her voice was little more than a shaky whisper as her gaze met Mizu's. She prayed that this was all a sort of sick joke. But this was far from it. It was the harsh reality that life was crueler than she would have ever imagined.

The overwhelming grief and pain turned to rage, the stones in her stomach turning to fire as she brandished her oxtail blade, "MURDERER!!" Every other time Em and Mizu clashed their blades, she never intended to hurt her Blade Twin. She only wished to defend herself; Mizu was simply brainwashed, she'd come around! This simply proved Em wrong. The counterpart she had been raised beside her whole life was gone. This was no longer the woman she came to care about. The one she would have burned down all of Japan to find safe and sound.

Only one thing would satisfy the inferno in her heart: to cut her Blade Twin down, just as she did her Veiled Vow.

[iheardyourprayer]

- 𝓮𝓶𝓼

[bunnibombz]

The thought I was having...

"She can take it, don't let her whining fool you Ghost" John said, taking a drag off his freshly lit cigar as he sits back in his chair.

"Can't be runnin' away from me now," Simon gruffed, gripping your hips to hold you in place as he sank in deeper.

What had started out as a little joke between you and John after a drunken comment you made one night about wanting Simon to "stretch you out" had quickly evolved into John bringing his soldier into your bedroom on one condition. He got to watch.

Your fingers pulled at the sheets as Simon bottomed out, a rough groan dragged from his chest as you squeezed around him.

Fucking his thick, throbbing cock into your tight pussy had been no easy task despite how wet you were, and now that you were pulsing all snug around him and crying his name as you clawed the bed he didn't think he could ever pull out.

"That's it lovie, take a deep breath" He praised, pressing a warm hand against your spine to sink your chest lower to the bed as you moaned at the absolutely sinful angle he had you held in, "such a pretty bird Price, wanna keep her for myself".

"No can do Ghost," John replied with a chuckle as he adjusted himself through his pants. The sounds of your pleasure bringing a hot flush to his face, "she's got a ring on her finger for a reason".

[castielsprostate]

having talented friends is so wild!!!!!! like. YOU!!!!!!!!!! YOU made THAT. YOU DID THAT?!?!?!?! YOU created!!!! THAT!!!!!!!!!!! WOAH!!!!!! praise!!!!!!!! praise for one thousand years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Hedghodg Snugglz

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

you’re borrowing your boyfriend!jason todd’s…

hoodie

it’s big, it’s warm, and it smells like your big warm boyfriend. of course you stole it. luckily jason runs hot..or that’s what he tells you at least. the man gets cold too, but he’d never tell you that. not when you look so cozy in his sweatshirt.

sweats

your favorite thing of his to match with his hoodie. his sweatpants are super warm, super soft, and super baggy. meant for ultimate comfort. jason loves it when you go full out sweatsuit in his clothes. like, loves it. you’re like his own personal teddy bear to hold on to while he falls asleep. who needs sweats when he has you to keep him warm..in his.

t shirt

sometimes, when the weather’s warmer, you’ll steal one of jason’s shirts to thrown on over a pair of panties. you’re oblivious to the fact that this combination makes jason go absolutely buck wild. somehow you’ve never made the connection. but more than once he’s found you sprawled across the couch, watching tv, and ended up going down on you. his head nestled between your thighs as you grip his raven locks. his hands are fisted into the loose fabric of his shirt that you’re wearing. he’s not satisfied until your legs are shaking, your moans intermingling with the wet, borderline pornographic, sounds that he’s creating with his mouth on your clit. he never lets you get him back either, even though you know he was grinding his crotch against the couch, chasing that sweet friction and release along with you. but he always just sits you atop his lap after, kissing your cheek as he brushes your hair out of your face. grips your thigh as he makes a comment about the show playing, your panties long forgotten on the floor.

underwear

you never get very far wearing a pair of your boyfriend’s boxers. for one, they’re pretty loose on you, so you have to roll the waistband a couple times, which just gives jason a prime view of your ass. they also just make it so easy for him to get his hand down the front, his strong fingers expertly finding your clit like he’s memorized a map of your body. which, in some ways, he has. it’s not long before you’ve come, once, twice, almost a third time, and he’s pulling his own boxers off to free his stiff cock. it points out, the tip leaking, and you’re opening your legs wider without even realizing it. he grabs your waist, sliding you closer to the edge of the bed, making sure you’re ready before he slides in, burying himself in you. he bottoms out, and you’re throwing your head back, a third orgasm threatening to crest as he starts up a rhythm. the muscles of his stomach ripple as he thrusts in and out. one of his hands is on your waist, the other slowly snaking its way back down to your clit. your toes curl at the feel of his calloused thumb rubbing circles on that sensitive bundle of nerves. he’s groaning, low in his throat, at the way you look on his cock. it never gets old for him, ever. the way your cheeks flush, how adorable your blown out pupils are when you look up at him. your wet lashes, your messy hair. your entrance clenches around his cock as you come a third time, your hands gripping the bed sheets. jason comes along with you, groaning loudly as he paints your insides with white ropes of cum. he pulls out, wetting a washcloth in the bathroom. the wet, warm fabric feels like heaven against your sensitive folds, your boyfriend wiping away the mixture of fluids between your legs. you feel pleasantly boneless, sinking into the pillows at the head of the bed. your boyfriend cleans himself up after, settling into bed next to you. jason wraps his strong arms around you, and it’s better than any clothes you might steal. but what you don’t know, is that he’d let you steal his clothes anytime.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

real talk having the 2nd worst new years eve yet 🤢🤢🤢 (throat infection, twisted neck, banged-about-foot, ego AND the rest o' me all bruised like misjuggled peaches 🍑🍑🍑)

im bent outa shape and suspectin the universe owes me 8 buck if anyone wannsa chip in

[hhoonii]

₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘ EVERYDAY RELATIONSHIP THINGS WITH ENHYPEN (MAKNAE LINE)

pairing: maknae line!enhypen x fem!reader, genre: fluff, non-idol! au, warnings: kissing, a/n: hope you enjoy this pt. 2 ;), pt. 1 here

— sunoo

plants kisses all over your face because he loves every feature of yours. rests his head on your shoulder while watching movies. holds your hand wherever you go. secretly takes 0.5 pics of you. sings your favorite songs to help you fall asleep. makes sure your jacket’s zipped when it’s cold outside. sends cute motivational texts every day to support you. likes doing your hair and trying different styles on you. “you know you’re the only one for me, right?”

— jungwon

holds you close in crowded places. always notices when your shoes are untied and ties them for you. blushes when you compliment his shoulders. giggles in between kisses. likes when you poke his dimples. pinky promises he’ll protect you forever. admires you when you aren’t looking. listens to everything you say, no matter how trivial it is. puts your foreheads together and jokes he can read your mind. “with you i feel like i could do anything in the world.”

— ni-ki

starts pillow fights that always end with you two cuddling. randomly gives you piggy back rides for fun. winks at you when he sees you across the room. subtly flexes his arms when you’re around. doesn’t leave until he sees you walk safely into your house. gets all the hard-to-reach items for you at grocery stores. makes you laugh until your stomach hurts. likes comparing hand sizes, and then using it as an excuse to interlock hands. gives you goodnight kisses. “since when did my thoughts become filled with you?”

[secretmellowblog]

Feeling normal about Javert and Eponine today

[iheardyourprayer]

[bunnibombz]

Alpha! Simon who packs his overnight bag when Price called him for assistance, though a little apprehensive despite the other Alpha's reassurance. It would only be for a night or two. Your heat had gone on longer than it ever had before and showed no signs of stopping, John hadn't slept in nearly four days despite breaks and had reached his limit.

Alpha! Simon who is immediately on edge the moment he steps into the house. Filled with the scent of your heat and the protective pheromones of the Alpha chugging a bottle of water in front of him. The older Alpha reassured him again, running through the game plan like the military Captain he was. John would shower, eat, and sleep for an hour or two and then take over when need be.

Alpha! Simon who felt better about this situation knowing that you weren't bonded yet, wanting to wait until you were married next year. and also knowing that this scenario had been discussed in length before your heat with Simon in mind. Knowing you trusted him so much had his heart pounding.

Alpha! Simon who knew it wasn't conventual for an Alpha with their Omega in heat to ask another for help but was willing to do anything, especially for you.

Alpha! Simon who was all soft rumbling purrs and hushed tones when he opened the bedroom after being bid upstairs by Price when he heard you begin whimpering. You showed no signs of distress as he laid a warm hand against your shoulder, your scent brightening a bit and untying the knot that had formed in his stomach.

Alpha! Simon who practically melted under your touch as you pulled yourself into his arms, rubbing your scent on any bare skin you could find, his cock swelling and teeth aching under the thick pheromones of your heat

Alpha! Simon who, in an attempt to control his instincts, lays you down against the sheets despite your whines of protest and slots two of his fingers in your wet pussy with ease, stifling the satisfied growl that threatened to spill as your slick leaked down his fingers.

"s'allright Lovie, I'll take care of you for a bit," Simon murmured, throbbing in his pants when you began fucking yourself on his fingers as he curled and flexed them to reach that soft spot inside of you, "sweet little bunny, cum for me and I'll give it all to you"

[1carus-w1ng]

hey guys what if I drew furries and. And you DIDN’T burn me at the stake

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[emjiroki]

Yuuta begs everytime to take the condom off. Wants to feel the warmth of you around him gripping him raw so bad he's near tears. Whimpering cries against your chest, throat, shoulder, anywhere he can sink his teeth

"Please baby, this time? Can I this time?"

"Wanna feel you all wet for me just once, let me slip it in please"

"Promise I'll be good"

The night you finally peel the latex off and give him the okay is the best night of his life.

He pulls three orgasms from you before hiking your legs over his shoulders and thrusting his sensitive cock in so deep he cums bucket loads against your womb, a contended sigh gracing your ears as he releases your legs and sits between your thighs to push his release back in with his fingers

[farceurcole]

[wombrion]

1) your art is phenomenal and marshmallowy it makes my day when you post!

2) I’m unsure if you are still taking request but if you are in a dilly dallying mood I would <3 to see some of the Chainsaw man characters in your style? I feel like your shape language would translate onto their design really well🤎🤎

you fool............i drew em a zillion years ago