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I’m Ash E. Costa, a random Brazilian writer. She/her despite my weird relationship with gender. In my late 20s, I’ve been somewhat writing since I was 11. I wonder if it’s obvious that I had my “wannabe playwright phase”. I started writing prose at 17 and have been writing in English since 2020.

I write fanfics from time to time, but I’m a original fiction writer at heart. I write lots of mature/explicit content, whump is one of my favorite things. And despite being aroace, I also write lots of smut. And a fuckton of A/B/O fics.

Oh, and 2025 is the year of drabbles. It’s almost pathetic.

But don’t worry, I put necessary content and/or trigger warnings. Maybe you’ll find something that matches your taste in here. They’re all cross-posted on AO3. Links that are in bold are mature or explicit, some links are repeated since they fit more than one category.

Year of Whump Tropes – Month 1, Week 1, Day 5

dehumanization, it/its pronouns for a person

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Year of Whump Tropes – Month 1, Week 1, Day 4

dehumanization, it/its pronouns for a person, implied dubcon

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Year of Whump Tropes – Month 1, Week 1, Day 3

dehumanization, it/its pronouns for a person, g!p, implied dubcon

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The Hellhound | Days In The Trenches

Warnings: animal death, dehumanization, it/its pronouns for a person, implied underage dubcon.

It killed the man, the demon, the puppy, the kitten. Mistress smirked, eyes glinting in joy at the clear disgust at the killing of innocent little beings. But she praised Violet for Its skills, skills that had been beaten into It.

Skills that made killing easier than it should be.

“Time to show me another skillset.”

That was worse, Violet would bash the skull of a thousand kittens with a smile if It could escape this presentation of skills It never wanted to have. But there was no escape, attempting would make everything much worse.

So Violet kneeled, perfectly obedient.

The Hellhound | Out Of The Cage

Warning: dehumanization, it/its pronouns for a person

“What’s your name?” The man asked, the girl knew him.

“Violet.” He blinked, like he was confused It had a name.

“Ok… you did, uh, well in there.”

It nodded. Killing was easy, it felt wrong for Its hands to not be covered in blood. The man was hurt, needed to be rescued, and the girl had been stuck and Violet could help. A weapon capable of pulling Its own trigger so the human wouldn’t lose yet someone else.

He grunted as It adjusted Its grip, but didn’t protest being carried with all his injuries.

Killing kept Violet useful, worthy.

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Ash E. Costa

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