#// i swear i've been into other things and my ocs and other muses

[galaxietm]

it's always so funny to me the way that one pie.ce will get me to come out of my cave and post / try to be active or write on here

one day i'll joke about revamping the blog to be one piece themed. and then may end up actually doing it. just watch.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Maybe a drabble in which our Lamb meets Chimaera Reader, the maker of all crowns? Like, he stumbles upon their lair, and sees all types of the crowns, big and small, black and white, one-eyed and two-eyed, etc.? Maybe even a little inter actions between the Reader and the Red Crown in which it recognises them as their maker?

Sorry for my English, it is not my native language-

Also sorry if this request repeats, tumblr May have doubled it-

I swear I'm gonna turn this into an OC one day because I LOVE the concept of a crown maker in the COTL universe

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'Where am I now..?' Lamb pondered as they stepped into a cavern--one most unfamiliar to them.

It was strange, considering they've scoured nearly every corner of the Old Faith for resources, potential rival cult activity, and even martyrs for the Bishops.

But this area was entirely new to them.

With their weapon drawn, they cautiously ventured further inward, eventually arriving into a larger room that was almost entirely cloaked in darkness. They could barely see a thing even with the few torches scattered around lighting the way.

Then suddenly, they saw a bunch of eyes opening up on all sides of them, varying in shape, size, color, and number. And they just stared down at the little sheep.

While they were accustomed to having so many eyes on them, this was completely different.

These eyes certainly didn't belong to any follower of theirs.

What if this was a trap?

What if-?

"Welcome, little Lamb! Promised liberator of the Old Faith!"

Looking upwards, they could see you descending from the darkness. You looked like a tradition chimera: a lion, goat, dragon, and snake all mixed into one. Both of your heads smiled as you took a seat upon your throne, although you frowned a bit upon realizing how poor the lighting must have been.

"Oh forgive me, it is awful dim in here, isn't it? Hold on one moment." Your lion head breathed out a small blast of fire, aimed towards a nearby candle that lit up.

That set off a chain reaction which lit up dozens of other candles around your lair, and burned the torches bright enough for Lamb to see what all those eyes belonged to:

Crowns.

So many crowns.

Big and small, black and white, one-eyed and two-eyed..and even multi-eyed; some sported horns and some did not. Others had bare surfaces while others were decorated with jewels or marred with scars from time.

It was an astonishing sight, and when Lamb looked back up at you, they could see a crown on each of your heads--snake tail included.

Not to mention your seat was adorned with four familiar ones...

"So you..take crowns from fallen gods?"

"Do I take them?" You repeated, before laughing uproariously. "No, but I can see why you'd assume that. I'm [y/n], Maker of the Crowns."

They blinked. "You created the crowns?"

"I have since the first gods ruled over these lands." You chuckled, taking the Green Crown into your paw. "I mold them into a design of my liking, give them life, and then send them off into the world to find a worthy host. They're like my children, so I do get sentimental at times...but I know they'll do great things."

'Huh...Leshy did say the crown found him..' Lamb mused.

"Of all the ones I've created, though, I never thought to see the Bishops' crowns again. But they were in such terrible condition...falling apart, barely able to keep their eyes open....I couldn't believe it." Your gaze shifted down to the sheep. "You wouldn't happen to know why, would you?"

They tensed. "...well...um-"

"Haha! I only jest, Lamb. I know everything." You smiled reassuringly. "I've sensed strong spikes in their energy, and I'm well aware they've been used as aids for the bishops after Narinder's betrayal. Speaking of whom...."

Pausing, you outstretched your paws towards them. "I see the Red Crown has found a new master."

"It's a long story, but--hey!!" All of the sudden, the Red Crown slipped out of their hands, morphing back into its normal form as it began floating up to you. They were shocked and angered, feeling extremely vulnerable without it. "What are you doing?!"

"Nothing, little one. It came to me all on its own. Welcome home, my darling." With the crown nestled into your paw, your smile grew as its eye stared back up at you with happiness. You sighed and brought it closer to your cheek, allowing it to nuzzle up to you. "Oh how I've missed you, mighty crown of Death. I'm glad you have not forgotten me."

"Give it back!!" Lamb snarled, baring their sharp teeth as they tried storming up to your throne. But their little hooves kept slipping on the skull pile that served as its foundation, and they eventually tumbled downwards, landing on their rear. "I need it back right now!"

"...are they always like this?" You muttered to the Red Crown, who just rolled its pupil in response. "Huh, I thought so. Arrogant, entitled, paranoid....just like your first master-"

"Don't compare us." They scowled. "Narinder was worse than arrogant...he would have destroyed this entire world, along with you and all these crowns if I returned it to him! We are NOTHING alike."

"Hm, I see I've touched a nerve. My apologies. I just wanted to take care of this little chip in its horn." Smiling, you manifested some black ichor to seal the crack you discovered on the crown, before sharpening up its horns a little bit. "There. Much better."

"....thank you. Now may I have it back?" Lamb put their hand out, growing more anxious with each passing second they were separated from it. 'Why isn't it returning to me?"

"It doesn't see why it has to right at this very moment...and quite frankly, I don't either. It's not connected to your lifeforce. You're still standing without it-"

"Because I'm its new master! I gave it new purpose. I gave it freedom...and it should be obeying me unconditionally and I don't understand why it's being so stubborn. That crown wouldn't be anywhere NEAR as powerful if it weren't for-!!"

"Choose your next words carefully," you tutted, shaking your head as you gestured to the walls. "My children do not look it, but they too have ears."

Falling silent, they looked all around, noticing that the crowns were now glaring at them. They tensed up, a feeling of heavy discomfort and embarrassment washing over them as they slowly realized how childish they were acting.

And in front of the crown creator, of all people?

"Tell me..do you see the crown as nothing without you? Or perhaps you feel like you are nothing without the crown?"

"........"

"Your mistake, little lamb, is that you see crowns as simple tools to do your bidding. A conduit for your godhood. But do not forget, they are also living breathing creatures like you and I." You chastised. "As such, they deserve respect. I figured you would've been more grateful to meet their maker...such few have the privilege to enter my lair and receive such a warm welcome."

The Red Crown bobbed up and down in agreement, before it scowled down at Lamb, as though to say "you better listen to them and treat me better".

They just looked at the ground, unable to form words as shame creeped up their spine.

You sighed softly. "I understand your worries as a new god. The mere thought of separation from it drives you to rage, especially after what happened between you and Narinder. But I have no desire to take it from you. Not when you've fought so hard for it. All I wish is that you continue caring for it."

"....I'm sorry, Great Crown Maker.." Lamb muttered, finally letting themselves be humbled. "I don't mean to act like I did. It's just...he's been annoying me all day today, shouting about "divine right" and making my life a living hell. He still can't accept that it chose me over him.."

They felt the familiar and comforting weight of the Red Crown returning to the wool atop their head, but they only looked up at you with respect. "Thank you."

"Of course, young one." You nodded, smiling once more. "Narinder has possessed that crown since he was a wee little kit, so it's going to be quite a long time before he lets that grudge go. Perhaps in a hundred years, give or take."

"I understand...so.." Lamb looked around. "Do you have any wares?"

"Oh, plenty!" You clapped your paws together. "Feel free to take a gander! Since this is your first visit, you may have one of the tarot cards over there on the house. But just know that the crowns aren't for sale."

[mrprettywhenhecries]

don’t waste your time (on me) [g.t]

03. | I Hope that I Don't Fall in Love with You

Gator Tillman ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 4.2k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, misogynistic themes, gator being endearing and sweet, inexperienced!Gator, unprotected sex, p in v, rough car sex, creampie, spitting, panty stealing, public sex ⇾ a/n: I've kind of been agonizing over this series lately, afraid that my characterization and the story line are kinda all over the place, so hopefully that's just all in my head;;

Despite both receiving warnings to stay away from the other by outside parties, neither can keep their mind off the other, and Gator can't stay away, while Win comes to the decision that she doesn't want him to.

[ masterlist • win bio ]

Win stirred, something waking her from a deep slumber and a dream she couldn’t quite remember.  Her eyelids were too heavy to open just yet, her vision blurry when she tried.  A pleasant ache radiated from between her thighs and the memory of several tiring rounds of sex the night before floated to the surface of her mind, Gator insisting he needed to practice.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she rolled over instead, nuzzling into the pillow beneath her face as she reached out for something, a vague feeling that there should be someone warm there to hold onto.  However, when she felt only cold sheets, the covers thrown back, she jerked awake, the fog clouding her mind and body disappearing suddenly.

“Gator?” she asked, her voice cracking and she grimaced at how pathetic she sounded.  A quick glance around the room told her his clothes were gone, the clock reading seven thirty.

He’d gone before she woke, leaving without saying a word and a feeling she didn’t want to identify spread through her stomach, choking her, until the smell of something burning hit her nostrils.

Frowning, Win pulled back the covers and shivered, quickly pulling her robe around her to go investigate when suddenly the shrill shriek of her smoke alarm began to blare.  Outside, Win heard Gator swear loudly from the kitchen and a grin tugged at her lips, relief washing through her before she could think too much about the origin of the emotion.

“Piece of shit, dumb fuckin’ thing—“ Gator muttered as Win emerged from her room to find him trying to turn the alarm off, a ruined pan of eggs smoking on the stovetop.

“What’s going on out here?” she asked, crossing her arms as she leaned against the counter, amusement lacing her voice.  

Gator managed to reach the off button on the smoke detector and grimaced, pushing his hair out of his eyes as he finally looked at her, a sheepish expression on his face.

“Were you seriously trying to make us breakfast?” she asked, unable to keep from giggling softly at the sour look that crossed his face.

“Trying is the key word,” he muttered, dropping the skillet in the sink.  “Wanted to make something a little nicer than cold pop tarts.”

“Jesus, you’re hopeless, Gator,” Win sighed, a grin playing at the corners of her mouth.  “But sweet,” she added and he brightened, glancing hesitantly at her.

“Well, y’know it’s the thought that counts, right?” he murmured, pulling her closer by the hips.  “I wanted to surprise you.”

“You certainly did.  I thought you left…” Win admitted, her gaze dropping, that unwelcome emotion once more burning her chest.

Gator’s amused chuckle brought her head snapping up.

“You thought I snuck out without sayin’ goodbye and thanks for the tumble?” he teased, a shit eating grin on his stupid handsome face.  “Didn’t think you’d be so upset over something like that,” he drawled, pleased as punch and Win spluttered defensively.

“That’s not—!”

“Ain’t that cute,” Gator mused, wending his arms around her tighter, pressing her chest to his.  “Looks like someone’s gettin’ attached,” he taunted lightly, his eyes searching hers. “What was it you said, don’t go fallin’ in love just cause we slept together?  Something to that effect?” he taunted further and Win scowled.

“Very funny,” she snapped, turning her face away, or trying, Gator catching her jaw with his hand and directing her face back toward him, leaning in til his lips barely brushed hers.

“You’re beautiful in the morning, you know that?” he murmured before his lips pressed to hers, parting to kiss her deeper and Win melted against him, past caring about morning breath, her tongue meeting his in a gentle caress.

“Wish I could stay longer, but I gotta get ready for my shift soon,” he groaned, pulling back to gaze at her from under long lashes that had no right to be that beautiful, his next words spoiling the effect somewhat.  “Since you’re awake, you wanna whip us up something, babe?” he asked, hopefully.

Win rolled her eyes, pushing him back with an unamused snort.  “One thing you should know about me, babe,” she said, emphasizing the word, “is that I’m probably about as good a cook as you are.  So how about those pop tarts?” she offered instead.

Gator laughed, shaking his head ruefully.  “And here I thought all women were naturals in the kitchen.”

Win flashed him a flat stare before pinching his side, ignoring his indignant yelp.

“Watch it, Tillman, I could still kick you out without breakfast.”

“Alright, alright!  I’ll get the pop tarts!” he exclaimed, holding his hands up in surrender and Win reluctantly smiled.

Gator busied himself with unwrapping the pastries and dropping them in the slots of the toaster, pressing down the lever as he glanced at Win out of the corner of his eye.

“So��� when can I see you again?” 

Win chewed her lip at his question, shrugging a shoulder, not trusting herself to voice the answer that initially sprang to her lips.

“Surprise me,” she said instead, wrapping her arms around herself.

Gator watched her for a moment before nodding, a grin spreading across his face.  “Yes, ma’am,” he drawled, snatching one of the poptarts as it popped up, only to drop it with a hiss of pain.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot!” he yelped, shaking his hand and Win had to fight not to laugh, managing to hold back the brunt of her amusement and only letting out a soft snort.

“Yeah, no shit,” she exclaimed, turning on the faucet and guiding his hand to the cold water.  “Hold that there for a few minutes til the pain goes away,” she instructed, turning away to carefully pick up the pastry with a napkin and hand it to him so he could eat while he waited.

“Why is it every time you try to look cool, you end up looking like a dork?” Win teased, pouring two cups of coffee and adding creamer – Gator struck her as the type to like his coffee sickeningly sweet.

“I don’t look like a dork,” Gator huffed sullenly, his mouth full of the rest of his breakfast.

Win shook her head ruefully, brushing the crumbs from his face before handing him the cup of coffee.

“Careful, it’s hot,” she warned with an amused twist of her lips, and Gator answered with a flat stare, clearly not amused.

Win shook her head, leaning against the counter as he took a sip.  “That’s not necessarily a bad thing though, y’know?  It’s endearing,” she murmured.

Gator scoffed, his brows pinching.  I don’t wanna be endearing,” he muttered.  “I want you to think I’m hot shit,” he admitted and Win’s expression softened.

“Don’t try so hard,” she said, shrugging as if it were easy.

Gator nodded slowly, his gaze faraway, as if deep in thought, until he winced.  “I can’t feel my hand,” he whined and Win couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out, quickly stifling it as she turned off the tap and grabbed a towel, taking Gator’s hand to dry it and work a little warmth back in.

“How’s that?  Better?” Win asked, pressing a kiss to his palm for good measure, her eyes flicking up to his in time to see his lips part and pink rise to his cheeks.

Hastily clearing his throat, Gator flexed his hand.  “Much better,” he said, grabbing his hat from the counter and tugging it on.  

“Ah, shit,” he swore under his breath when he caught sight of the time.  “I gotta go.  I’ll, uh, I’ll text you,” he said, hurrying to the front door to stuff his feet in his boots and run.

Win watched him go, a bemused smile on her face til she realized what she was doing and shook herself out of it, trying to ignore the confusing mix of emotions that plagued her. 

When she stepped into the bathroom to start the water for her shower, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and gasped, gaping at the series of dark hickies Gator had left along her neck.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” she growled, knowing she’d never be able to cover them completely.  

Moments later her phone lit up on the counter, Gator’s name flashing across the screen.

��:  had fun last night ;)

If Win weren’t so annoyed with him at the moment, she’d find the fact that he barely waited ten minutes after leaving to text her – no doubt doing so while driving – amusing and rather endearing, but she was too worked up for that.

Snapping a photo of her neck, she furiously typed out a message to go with it before hitting send.

Winnie: WTF Gator?  Just had to go and mark me up, huh??

Grabbing a towel from the closet, she slipped her robe off, waiting for him to reply.

🐊: sorry, couldn’t help it.  think of em as something to remember me by ;p

Unable to hold onto her anger any longer, Win rolled her eyes, sending one last reply before climbing in the shower.

Winnie: you’re an ass

“You’re late, Deputy.”

Roy sat behind his desk, his face half hidden by the newspaper in his hands.  He barely glanced up to look at Gator as he sauntered into the station.

“Sorry, lost track of time,” Gator mumbled, heading to the coffee pot to pour himself a cup, still needing to wake up some more, wishing he was still in bed with Win.

Roy grunted, finally folding the paper and tossing it down on the desk.  “Where were you last night?  Didn’t see your cruiser parked at the ranch,” he said, turning his full focus on his son.

Gator opened his mouth, searching for an answer, but another Deputy cut him off.

“Big hero insisted he had to escort Miss Lewis home after thwarting her assault in Frankie’s parking lot,” the man drawled, a shit eating grin on his face.  “You stay the night too, hero?  Get a nice reward?” he taunted, laughing at the disgruntled look on Gator’s face.

“Lewis?” Roy asked, flipping through the paperwork from last night's collar.  “Win Lewis, works as a bartender at Frankie’s,” he mused, reading from the arrest report before glancing up at Gator.  “Which one’s she?”

Again, the other officer answered before Gator could get a word in, his mouth hanging open in a wordless splutter.

“Short dyed blonde hair, all inked up.  Got a mouth on her too, I hear, little spitfire,” he said, smirking pointedly at Gator.  “Cute though.  I wouldn’t kick her outta bed,” he added.

Gator narrowed his eyes, the muscles in his jaw flexing in annoyance before he smoothed his expression and turned to his dad.

“She was pretty shaken up after the attack, didn’t wanna be alone.  You know how women are,” he said with a shrug.  “I slept on the couch, damn uncomfortable though,” he grumbled, knuckling the small of his back to sell the story.

Roy stared at him for a long moment, frowning.  “I seem to remember pulling her over once,” he mused, sitting up in his chair and reaching for his hat.  “I hate to judge on first impressions and appearances,” he murmured, shaking his head, “but that girl’s trouble, mark my words.  Too headstrong for her own good.  Needs a man to put her in her place,” he said, fixing Gator with a stern glance from under the wide brim.  “Best you keep a wide berth of that one,” he warned and Gator let out a scoff, quickly nodding in agreement.

“Right.  Right, yeah,” he mumbled, watching his dad rise from his chair and leave the room, but he was already thinking of how much he wanted to see her again.

Remembering her car was still at the bar, Win had to text her friend and coworker to give her a ride for her shift.

As soon as she climbed into the car, her coworker, Lydia’s gaze went straight to her neck where the high collared jacket Win had on failed to completely obscure the dark marks Gator’d left behind and her eyes rounded.

“What are those?” she cried, a devious grin spreading across her face as she pulled away from the curb.

Win scowled and tugged at her collar.  “You know damn well what they are,” she snapped, pulling down the visor to check her reflection in the small mirror on the back.

“So, who are they from?” Lydia asked, still wearing a shit eating grin, but Win kept her mouth shut, throwing her friend a pointed look to mind her damn business and Lydia took the hint, sighing dramatically.

“I’m sure I’ll find out sooner or later.”

Thankfully, for Win, it was a relatively quiet night at the bar and she had to admit after the night before she was wary of anyone who wasn’t a regular.  Luckily, Lydia handled most of the unfamiliar faces for her while she hung back and cleaned the glasses.

Win’s phone buzzed again and she wiped her hands before pulling it from her pocket and rolling her eyes at the message, a tiny smile playing at her lips.

“Girl, who have you been texting all night?” Beau, the fry cook, asked, leaning out the order window in an attempt to read over her shoulder.

“No one!” Win answered quickly, pressing her screen to her chest so he couldn’t see.

“Probably whoever gave her those hickies,” Lydia teased, sidling up to the bar next to her and hooking a finger in her collar, tugging it down.

“What?” Beau gasped, craning to see.  “How the hell did I miss those?” he exclaimed.

“Come on, spill,” Lydia insisted, waiting.

“It’s none of your business,” Win said lightly, slipping past her to check inventory.

“Oh, you know what,” Beau exclaimed, snapping his fingers and leaning in conspiratorially.  “You’ll never guess who I spied our girl flirting with last night.”

“I was not flirting,” Win called, overhearing them from across the bar.

“Okay, you keep telling yourself that, honey,” Beau retorted before turning his attention back to Lydia.

“Who?” Lydia exclaimed and Beau’s grin turned impish.

“Gator Tillman.”

“No!” Lydia gasped, turning back to gape at Win.  “Did you sleep with him?”

Win winced, knowing her friends would react this way.  “Fine.  Yes, I did,” she snapped defensively, tossing the bar towel slung over her shoulder down to the counter.  “After last night, I didn’t wanna be alone, so I invited him in… and one thing led to another,” she muttered reluctantly.

“Was he… good?” Lydia asked, making a face.

“He wasn’t… bad,” Win admitted, hating the way her body betrayed her, her face flushing hotly.

“Please tell me this was just a one time thing,” Beau said, sobering.  “He may have some looks goin’ on, but baby, you know his family’s reputation, plus boy's a cop and a loser.”

Win sighed.  There was that phrase again, the one that made her itch to defend him.  “I know…” she muttered reluctantly, staring at the bar top.

“Beau’s right, that’s not a family you wanna get tangled up with.  Women tend to go missing around his daddy," Lydia said quietly, and Win couldn't exactly argue with her.

Once they’d finished closing up, Win’s friends walked her to her car, making sure she was alright before heading home themselves. 

Inside her car, Win felt safer, checking that her pistol was still in the glove box before pulling out of the parking lot.  In the seat beside her, her phone vibrated, but she didn’t pick it up, already knowing who it was.  After the conversation with her friends, that torn feeling was back.  She knew she and Gator didn’t belong together, so why did she still want to see him so bad?

When the Sheriff’s car pulled out behind her and flashed its lights, Win wasn’t surprised.  For half a second she thought about gunning it and leaving Gator behind in the dust, just to see what he would do, but it wouldn’t make a difference, he already knew where she lived.

Pulling off the side of the road, she rolled down her window and waited.  It wasn’t long before Gator sauntered over and leaned heavily against her car, ducking his head to look in her window.

“Know why I pulled you over?” he asked, a smug grin gracing his features as he tapped his fingers against her door.

“Honestly, I’m not sure, Deputy.  I’m not aware I broke any laws,” Win replied, batting her eyes at him innocently.

Gator’s gaze roamed the inside of her car til it landed on her phone, laying face down on the passenger seat.

“Well, y’see, I sent you a message and you didn’t reply,” he murmured, a frown tugging at his chapped lips.

Win snorted softly.  “I thought it was against the law to text and drive,” she countered, arching an eyebrow at him.

Gator shook his head, fighting back a grin.  “That’s only when you’re texting anyone but me.”

“Oh.  Oh, I see,” Win exclaimed, rolling her eyes.  “I’m sorry Deputy, I wasn’t aware of that law.”

Gator narrowed his eyes at her, pulling her door open.  “I’m gunna need you to step out of the vehicle, miss,” he exclaimed and Win’s brows rose.

“And what for?”

“Well, you’re sassin’ an officer of the law, miss, and I just can’t allow that,” he drawled, his smirk fixed firmly back in place and a thrill ran through Win at the sight.

Unbuckling her seat belt, Win stepped out of the car, shutting the door behind her.

“Hands on the top of the car,” Gator instructed.  

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” Win asked, stepping up to him, her chin rising defiantly.  “You like bossing me around, Deputy?” she purred, her gaze holding his. It was certainly a change from his demeanor the night before.

Gator clicked his tongue and spun her, forcing her against the side of the car before nudging her legs apart with his foot and Win gasped as he began to roughly pat her down, just an excuse to feel her up, his wandering hands sending heat rushing through her.

It was as if Gator became more confident when he had a part to play, and Win couldn’t deny how much it seemed to turn her on.

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you all day,” he grunted, stilling, his breath hot against her neck as he pressed his hips into her ass and Win bit back the moan that threatened to slip out, not wanting him to know how much she was enjoying it.

“Sounds like someone’s pussy-whipped, Deputy,” she teased and Gator let out a laugh, his hand slipping between her legs.

“With a pussy this sweet, can you blame me?” he drawled, suddenly turning her back around to face him, pinning her back to the car, his lust blown eyes roaming her face before dipping lower to admire the marks he’d left.

“You didn’t even try to cover them up?” he breathed, his grin stretching wider.

Win’s mouth fell open.  “That’s not–!” she exclaimed, but Gator wouldn’t hear it, leaning in to silence her with a kiss, swallowing the rest of her excuse, his tongue invading her mouth.

“Seems to me you wanted people to see,” he drawled in amusement, nipping at her bottom lip and noting the way her breath caught.  “Did anyone ask about ‘em?” he wondered.

“Yeah, thanks a lot for that,” Win huffed sullenly, not wanting to repeat what her friends had said about him.

Gator snorted, kissing her again, his arms boxing her in, pressing her tighter to the car as his mouth moved against hers bruisingly.

“Did you touch yourself?” Win asked between rough kisses, sucking on his tongue before pulling back to raise an eyebrow at him.  

“What?”

“You said you couldn’t stop thinking about me.  Did you touch yourself in your cruiser, fisting your cock to the thought of this sweet pussy?” she taunted and even in the dark she could see the flush that rose to Gator’s cheeks.

“No,” he huffed, pressing his thigh between her legs, against her aching core.  “I was waiting for the real thing,” he admitted, kissing her neck as her head lolled back against the car.

“Good boy,” she breathed teasingly, grinding desperately against his leg, throwing what was left of her dignity aside.

At Win’s praise, Gator moaned out loud, frantically reaching for the back door handle and yanking it open.

“Need you now,” he practically growled, tugging her skirt up and nearly tearing her panties down before forcing her into the back seat and tucking the discarded garment into his pocket.

“I’m not getting those back, am I?” Win asked, slipping to the edge of the seat and letting her legs fall open, giving Gator a good view of glistening sex as he fumbled with his belt.

“Nope,” he murmured, hissing as he finally freed his throbbing length.

“You like smelling panties too?  Jeeze, you really are a pervert, Tillman,” she taunted, gasping as he bullied his cock between her slick folds.  “Shit—!”

“You like to talk a lot until I’m buried balls deep in you,” he countered, barely waiting for her to adjust before snapping his hips to hers.

“G-Gator—“ Win whined, biting her lip against the sting of his stretch.

“Huh?  What’s that?  Can’t hear you Princess,” he grunted, smirking smugly as he sped up, his thrusts growing aggressive in his excitement, his cock nearly slipping out of her.

“Slow down,” she hissed, wincing as he bottomed out, hitting her cervix with a little too much force.

“Shit, did I hurt you?” Gator asked, stilling abruptly.

“Just… remember what I said about the g-spot, okay?  It’s less about how deep you go and more about the angle,” Win reminded him breathlessly, adjusting her position and Gator frowned, his expression darkening at his mistake.

Pulling his hat from his head, he tossed it into her back seat.  Pursing his lips, he spat, letting the saliva land where their bodies were connected before he rocked into her slower, drawing a moan from her when his cock dragged against her spongy g-spot.

“Just like that—“ Win gasped, wishing he was pressed against her, instead of standing outside the car, his hands grasping her thighs, keeping her from sliding across the back seat.

This time when he sped up, he seemed to keep her advice in mind, not just thrusting blindly into her and focusing only on his own pleasure.

“M’close, you close?” he asked through gritted teeth, fighting not to blow his load too soon, and Win let out a whine, reaching between her legs to rub at her clit to catch up to him, but Gator caught her wrist, pulling her hand away.

“Uh uh Princess,” he grunted, spitting once more on her cunt before desperately rubbing at her sensitive bud, wanting to show her he could make her cum all on his own.  

At his touch, Win let out a cry, her mouth falling open, electricity coursing through her with each sloppy swipe of his fingers.  

“Fuck— Gator, I’m—!” her words cut off in a high pitched whine and as soon as she clenched around him, he was a goner, exploding inside her, each jerky rut of his hips filling her further.

When he stilled, pulling out of her, his eyes greedily drank in the sight of her ruined hole and the mess he’d made of her.  Pulling her panties from his pocket, he cleaned her up, smirking at the way she twitched, her walls still fluttering and clenching around nothing before he stuffed the soiled panties back in his pocket.

“Shit Gator, you’re a fast learner,” Win groaned, half pushing herself up against the seat and pulling her skirt back down as she watched Gator tuck himself back into his cargo pants.

“Had a good teacher,” he murmured, buckling his belt back up, and a small grin tugged at Win’s lips.

“So, uhm,” he paused to clear his throat.  “You’re not… seeing anyone else are you?” he asked, avoiding her gaze to run a hand over his hair, making sure it was still in place.

“I’m not… at the moment,” she admitted, frowning at the flicker of emotion that stirred in her chest.

“Good,” Gator replied gruffly, glancing back at his cruiser, checking the road to make sure they were still alone.  “Otherwise I’d have to arrest ‘em, make sure I'm the only one in the picture.”

“You’re starting to sound a little possessive, Gator,” Win pointed out, sitting up.

“Yeah well, I’ve never been much good at sharing,” he mumbled, turning his head to rub his nose and spit.

“You’d really arrest someone for me?” Win asked, laughing at the thought.

Gator shrugged.  “I kinda already did,” he snorted before sobering, his words barely audible.  “I’d do anything for you.”

“Gator—“ Win breathed, frowning, but he cleared his throat, pressing on.

“I better get back to it, I’m still on the clock, after all,” he huffed, realizing he’d gotten a little too sappy and trying to quickly reel it back in.

“Gator, wait—“ Win exclaimed, but his lips were on hers before she could stand and he straightened, grabbing his hat and slipping it back on his head.

“I’ll text you,” he said, nodding to her before turning away and striding back to his cruiser without another word, leaving her wanting more and starting to realize that she’d already decided that she was going to keep seeing him.

⇾ taglist. @heartbreak-sandwich @b1tchy3lf @super-unpredictable98 @sugarcookiesteve

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Propositions - Bg3 Fic

“You know darling,” Astarion says brightly, fiddling With his fingers as he plasters a smile on and keeps his tone light.

“I've been thinking about you-”

He has after all, and about his other new travelling companions, and about his situation, and about how the worm is probably coming out shortly, and about how he's absolutely fucked if it does and he's left to his own devices, he needs someone on his side.

He could do worse.

The Party makes a deal with a hag, Astarion muses on his travelling companions, and his options, and makes some decisions, and I practice writing a Bg3 character who isn't my OC.

“No!”  It's really quite a surprise to see Dirk snap like that.  But then, the druid is under an awful lot of stress, they all are.  But she’s bearing it terribly.  Not a moment goes by where she doesn’t look like she wants to run or cry or snap.

Perhaps there’s no real surprise after all.  It's just a pity she's picking now to do it, when it would be so easy to just take the prize and leave Mayrina to her stupid fate.

“You're giving me the girl, you're giving me the boon, or I'm doing things to your corpse you can't come back from.  You know I know how Agnes!”

It would have been a more impressive little speech if she'd gotten the hags name right.  But there's a ripple of Dirk's magic, that clogging of the air he's getting so used too.  And for a moment, Ethel does look scared.

Rather a feat, in his opinion.  So far Dirk hasn't been able to intimidate so much as a squirrel.  And here she is yelling at a Green Hag and bullying her into submission. 

But then there's a certain tenacity to the little beast, and it is respectable.  He certainly wouldn't want to be on the wrong end of those claws.

“Girl.  Boon.  Now. I’m on a schedule!”  Dirk moves forward with every intent to gut the woman, a brief flash of magic in her eye, And her nails are dripping ichor again.

Apparently Ethel doesn't want to be on the wrong end of Dirk's claws either.

She puts her hands up in a supplicating gesture as she steps back.  “Fine.  Here.  Don’t get your knickers in a twist”  

“Take care petal.  Have fun with your tentacles.”  And then Ethel is gone in a puff of magic.

And then she pulls out a wad of hair and tosses it on the ground.   “I’ll not soon forget this sweetness, you have my word.” 

Astarion swears he sees Dirk flinch at the threat, even as she’s shouting back one of her own.  Something about turning Ethel into fertilizer, probably within her skill set.

Ethel doesn’t seem to be paying a great deal of attention either.  Because Mariana (is that her name, Astarion can not be bothered to care,) is whining now, and Ethel and her are bickering about her lousy deal, it’s mostly Ethel telling her to shut up.  Which Astarion is all for. 

Not that he speaks up.   Best not to attract the attention of malevolent fae after all.  Wyll and Gale also seem content to let this play out in the background, so maybe they’re smarter than he’s been giving them credit for.

Properly gone too, or she’d still be wreathed in faerie fire, silhouetted as she tried to flee..

“She was going to eat your baby.”  

“You bastard! You ruined it! You ruined everything!” 

Gods, they’re being shouted at by Mary anne now.  Dirk is just blinking at her owlishly.  

Astarion snorts, something about Dirk’s delivery of that damning bit of news.  He’s not sure she’s ever made a joke in her life.  But sometimes she’s very, very funny.  At least to him, because Wyll is shooting him a look for that, and Gale is clearing his throat to say something.  

“What? No, she said she’d raise it teach it magi-”

“Yeah, as a hag, that’s what hags do with babies.  They eat them, then they vomit up a new intellectually distinct baby.”  

“She lacks a bit of finesse but, essentially, yes.”  Gale chimes in, clearly feeling a bit worse for delivering that crushing blow now.  

“But she-”

“Look, whatever she was offering has a catch, and it would probably be ironic and bad and awful anyways now thank us for saving your stupid life and leave.”  Mayrina just blinks and then turns to slink off.

She does not thank them.  But then, did anyone actually expect her too.  

There’s a beat of awkward silence between the four of them before Wyll speaks up. 

“Did you have to be so harsh, she didn’t deserve-”

“Yeah she did, she’s a shit parent, and someone should tell her what she nearly did!” 

“What are we supposed to do with, that?” 

Perhaps he ought to do something.  As much fun as it would be to see them come to blows, they do have other things to get done today.  He clears his throat and points at the wad of stringy hair and scalp dangling from it.  There's a bit of mushroom too. 

“I believe the done thing with this sort of Eerie token is-” Gale is cut off by Dirk shoving it in her mouth.

“You eat It, same as the worms.” Dirk says, chewing.  

Gale gives a little nod of agreement, Wyll looks disgusted.  

“Come on, we may as well loot the place while we're here. Might have something for Gale.” Dirk is already moving off deeper into the hags lair.  

She gives a little thieves cant gesture for Astarion to follow.  

“We'll look for traps, you two do upstairs.”  

Astarion falls into step behind Dirk, a thoughtful look on his face.

It's astonishing how easily she seems to take the role of leader.  He’s not sure anyone else seems to have noticed.  She certainly doesn’t seem aware she’s the one who’s plans they follow.  Too busy bulldozing ahead in a blind panic. 

He suspects there's a lot Dirk hasn't noticed about herself. Like how useful she actually is in a fight, or how pathetically invested she gets the minute someone gives her a sincere thank you.  A scrap of affection.  

And apparently she can be a bit terrifying. 

He could certainly do worse.  

If it wasn't for all the fungus and general grime she's covered in she might even be attractive, or at least endearing.

But, as it is, she's a little impressive, and useful, and she seems to, if not actually like him. (And honestly does the little sewer rat like anyone?  He suspects not.)  Well, she agrees with him, mostly, seems startlingly indifferent to the whole vampire thing, now that it's out in the open.

He could do worse.

“You know darling,” Astarion says brightly, fiddling With his fingers as he plasters a smile on and keeps his tone light.

“I've been thinking about you-”

He has after all, and about his other new travelling companions, and about his situation, and about how the worm is probably coming out shortly, and about how he's absolutely fucked if it does and he's left to his own devices, he needs someone on his side.

He could do worse.

He could also be trying to seduce Wyll who is at the very least attractive, but Gods know they'd end up coming to blows the minute Astarion tries to actually feed himself or makes some snide comment the Blade of Frontiers doesn’t appreciate.  No, he’s out.  

So Dirk it is.

“About?”  She interrupts his Internal debate, jogs him out of that momentary hesitation.

“Oh. Us, our time together all the things we've shared, and I don't just mean your blood,” he says casually.

The speed with which Dirk whirls to face him is astonishing.  As is the look of confusion. 

Though honestly hardly a surprise, he doubts any one has ever tried to flirt with her before.

“I'm growing to like the whole package really.  And you clearly like me too so...”  

He trails off, Dirk Just stares.

“What?” 

From her tone he can tell he has misjudged this horribly, it’s still confusion mostly.  And annoyance, maybe disgust.

He should abort, run away, were this a bar in Baldur's gate he'd simply give up and move on to the next mark, but there no other sloppy desperate horny drunks around, and there are no other really viable options because everyone else in this blasted party is in a cult, or on fire or a professional monster hunter!

“Oh come now, don't be coy, your body’s already given you away, I could feel your little shakes of excitement as I was getting lost in your veins, you enjoyed it didn't you?”

“That was anxiety, I shake when I'm nervous, and you were chewing me!”

Right, this could not be going worse, Astarion takes a step back, still speaking, trying to fill the air before she can.

“Well-” Just a moment's hesitation as he recovers- “allow me to make it up to you,” he tries, “I know a secluded place not too far from the grove, we could take an evening to ourselves, indulge in one another.”

She's staring at him like he's grown a second head.  Has he been too subtle?

“No.”  Dirk says flatly.  “That sounds bad.”  

And then she turns around again to inspect the bottles, leaving Astarion baffled and fuming.  

That should have worked.  She should be flattered! Elated!  And instead she’s just-  Gods.  It’s not as if she knows he thinks she’s disgusting?  Does she?  He’s opening his mouth to say something else but he’s cut off when a clay bottle is shoved directly in his face.

“This sounds like it's full of bees right?  A bee adjacent hex thing?”  Dirk wiggles it, it does sound like it's full of bees.

He considers her as she scurries about, inspecting things like a squirrel.  He’s probably dodged an arrow there.  Back to the drawing board.

“Here.  You can throw it at someone.”  She’s holding it out, practically shoving it at him.  “It’ll probably hurt.”

He takes it, considers it for a moment, then pockets the thing, she’s already turned back to the shelf of earthenware bottles.  Sniffing at them as if she can divine something from scent alone.

[illbringthechaosmagic]

// alright fuck it, imma be soppy for a moment because it’s now officially 2024 and I wanna say thank you to some people!

@fallxnprxnce thank you for putting up with me and my muses, thank you for being there from day one, willing to write with me when I was starting out. I love and adore you, you are an amazing writer and I will always have time for you 💛 you and your muses are always welcome here and I hope you know what a dear friend you are to me.

@tangleweave where to start. You are one of the closest friends that I have on here. You are always there when I need someone to vent to and I really appreciate that. You’re an amazing writer, though you don’t need me to tell you that. You are an angel I swear and I hope that you know I will always be here for you whenever you need me 💛

@yoursaviourhasarrived first off, I apologise for the spam you get from me on a daily basis about Connor/Astarion/Bryan 😂 we have been friends/mutuals on here from the beginning and I would not change a thing! I love your Loki just as much as I love your OCs and other canon muses, you’re just an amazing writer. Thank you for always being there and I want you to know that I will always have your back 💛

@icecoldreactor another of the originals! You’re an amazing friend, an amazing writer and I appreciate you so much! I know we haven’t written as much recently but I love our little random chats on discord! Plus you know I’ll always welcome love from your muses any time 💛

@theironavenger my sweet sweet Tony 💛 you're always there to make sure I'm ok and to talk to if I'm not. We might not write all that much on here but I know that you've always got my back on discord

I could go on and on but I fear this post might get a little too long and bore you all to tears so I will give some honourable mentions here - @ripcreel @starcchild @hollowedstreets @lcveblossomed @lokatattur @lokitheliesmith @foxytonic @lives-by-moonlight @bewitchingbaker @insidi0sum @mistrdctr @sonoftartessos @glitchexmachina @legends-and-savages @setitallaflame @ourwrittenstories @supremestrangeness @dxctorstephenstrange

As I said before, anyone that i have interacted with, whether it be right at the start of wanda's blog or the past couple months, thank you. There have been a few times in the past year that i have thought about giving up but it's thanks to you lot that i've pushed through 💛 Onwards and upwards!

[shiroi---kumo]

//So what inspired you to write Kumo? I'm very curious

|| So I actually started writing Kumo many many years ago before I created this blog

This blog was born of the fact that I lost the log in for my old blog so I simply moved him. I've been writing Kumo (on Tumblr) since 2014 in truth. (Whoo ten years now)

I've been apart of the FFU fandom since the old days of the Japanese fandom sites and artist website galleries and circles and when the series DVDs were releasing one at a time. I saw FFU for the first time when I was 15 and it was on one of the trial DVDs that had like 1 episodes of a few different shows per disc that came in my friend's NewType magazine.

I fell in love with Kumo at first sight. He's been my favorite character since day 1. Since I was 15. It's been 21 years and I'm still desperately in love with this man. Kumo isn't just my favorite character, he's my dream cosplay and has been since I was just a teenager. So I've been invested in him and everything he is and everything that concerns him since I was just a wee tot in high school, so picking him up as a muse was really just everything coming full circle.

I picked him up as a muse because despite my nervousness because no one knew him my RP friends at the time encouraged me to do so. They knew I loved him and they said they would write with me even if they didn't know him at all ( and they did 😊).

I learned quickly how easily I could cross him over with literally anything and how versatile of a muse he was but personal matters drew me back from writing and I took a break from Kumo for a while. My intense love of FFU sparked again speaking to other friends in 2020 and being on a layoff from work at the time because of the lockdown, I rebuilt Kumo's blog.

Here we are. Four years later. Drowning in world building and lore and at least 50 OCs deep. Kumo and Kiri (his older brother (yes I write him too)) have always been special to me. Since I was a kid, and I mean that with every depth of my soul when I say that.

I mean begged my grandmother to go up to town with me on my learner's permit driving to the store with every scrap of money from pop bottles and other various ways a 15 yr old in 2004 can manage to find money I could manage to find saved up for months just to buy the next volume of FFU (vol.5) because the DVD that has Kumo and Kiri's episode on it finally dropped after months of collecting these DVDs starting at vol. 1, one at a time. The release date for Vol. 5 of FFU was highlighted and circled in my school planner because I waited so long to watch Kiri and Kumo's episode. It was important to me and still is. I've rewatched that episode alone more than 100 times.

FFU was my SHOW.

I can't put that in words enough. I watch it at least once a year every year for the last 20 years because it is my "I'm depressed and I need to be happy so I'm going to watch a thing I love" show.

Kumo's face has the power to cure depression and end wars to me I swear to fuck. I cannot give you the proper words to explain what I mean when I say that it's been 21 years and I'm still desperately in love with this man.

His voice just soothes me. His face melts my depression away. He is just - the best. He's my favorite and it took a long time for me to let myself be okay with that because some of my IRL friends teased and mocked me relentlessly for liking FFU as much as I do, but I can tell you right now - it's been 21 years and I am still desperately in love with this man - so yes of course I would write him.

Of course I would write him and expand his world and give him the backstory and home world and proper culture he deserves. So fun fact, FFU ran for 25 of 52 planned episodes and was cancelled 1/2 through because SquareSoft went bankrupt. The second half of the series is referred to as "Final Fantasy: Unlimited After" (After 2 / After Spiral) and was only ever released as a script book that was never seen outside of Japan. The day I got my hands on it, I cried.

It's been 15 years of me owning the novel "FFU: Bond of Two / Twin Stars" for Google to give me the tech to scan a page and translate it but my god I'm reading it now. 15 years I waited to read this novel and we're doing it dammit.

I can't begin to tell you what I mean when I say FFU is my show but it is and it's not perfect and has problems and it's so quirky but it's my quirky and I adore it to pieces.

So really it only makes sense that I would go whole hog on world building build Kumo's entire society and culture from the ground up for him. The creators sure didn't so someone needs to. They gave me a cookie cutter outline of Misterica and now it's mine to go crazy with and do whatever I desire.

And Kumo is so fun to write. He's so fun to write and explore and listen to him talk to me to tell me about his life and his people. It's so fun to meet his family and his friends and his society as a whole. Misterica is so dear to me, I just - can't. I love them so much.

I've loved Kumo as a kid, so of course I love him now. It's been 21 years and he still has my whole heart.

[urconductor]

#URCONDUCTOR; indie roleplay blog for pom-pom from honkai: star rail, written by ender. canon & headcanon-based. please read rules before interacting!

DOSSIER. (tbd. pom-pom is an adult and goes by they/he pronouns tho)

RULES BELOW CUT.

Hello, hello! I’m Ender, an adult and an extroverted gal with autism and ADHD. Thanks for taking the time to read this! There’s no password to send in, so no need to look for one! Please read these carefully. Be 16 or above to interact.

BLACKLIST: TRIGGERS. i NEED these tagged. i have a physiological and psychological response to these topics that can greatly affect my mental health. if you can't respect my triggers, we cannot write together. My catch-all tags are "ender dont look" and "ender don't look".

any religious themes, emphasis on them when they're minor, and/or religious intolerance.

use of the word “god” in reference to powerful beings. Replacing such things with “ruler”/etc and generally making relations akin to king/subjects are good buffers that I can work with.

excessive verbal swearing

craneflies and daddy-long-legs

Extremely heavy organic gore visuals, especially in regard to organs, guts, and the heart

vi.vziepop, good omens, supernatural, c.ult of the lamb

BLACKLIST: SQUICKS. i'd appreciate these being tagged as well, but they do not spawn a severe reaction from me. i just want to avoid them.

any deep, in-depth descriptions of non-fantasy occult/magic + occult in general (like direct mentions of ouija boards, details of rituals, and stuff)

all smut and lewd content

politics/drama

TAGGING. I tag writing and fictional-related talk of potentially triggering topics as #trigger cw. various medias are tagged as #media cw. If I miss anything or you need something tagged, please tell me in DMs! i’m happy to help you curate your experience, and i want everyone to stay safe. /gen

INTERACTIONS.

non-roleplay blogs, please do not reblog any of my posts. if it's someone else's art/musing/photo/etc I've reblogged, those are free game! but please do not touch posts made by me whether they are in-character, out-of-character, or just my sketches. thanks!

I am mutually exclusive but am generally super friendly! I'll give nearly everyone a chance, even if I don’t know the muse or media! Crossovers, even with no plotting beforehand, are really fun.

i require a rules page to read before I follow, and won’t follow until I’ve read the rules. I tend to like promos to bookmark them so I can read the person’s rules later.

i won’t follow people who do not tag any of their posts. even basic “ic” or “ooc” or “musing” tags and such are good! I don’t care how fancy or simple your tags are, I just care that you have them and use them consistently.

i am duplicate and OC-friendly! For OCs, I require at least a simple About page to look at ‘cause I prefer to know your character a little before interacting! Duplicates are also fun for me to plot with ‘cause past/future meetings, AU meets canon, etc. are SUPER epic plots and very fun! I’m very used to duplicates and have been for years across different RPCs ^.^

i do not roleplay in “character: text” or *action* format. I prefer to interact with people who roleplay paragraph style and have a basic grasp of grammar, punctuation, and spelling; I completely understand if English isn’t your first language, though!

i do not mind unplotted violence against my muse, especially if they're messing around and finding out. however, make sure you are also prepared for the consequences. I love action and battle threads, but anything significant must be plotted.

MUN POLICIES.

Mun does NOT equal muse. Just because I, the mun, think or know something does not mean that my muse will. I’m an omnipresent narrator, they are characters in-universe. They each will have different thoughts and opinions than I will. It should go without saying that I do not condone everything any of my muses do.

i am a slow writer. I have college and several other things that take up my time, so I can’t be here twenty-four-seven! Also, my muse fluctuates. I may reply to something instantly if I have the muse for it, or I may get to it weeks later. I hoard drafts and asks like a dragon to get to them eventually! BUT feel free to nudge me if you want to remind me, I won’t mind!

importantly, I match my partner’s energy. If someone frequently engages me to talk about our characters, I’m likely to do the same! Unfortunately, the same applies if we hardly interact or talk at all; I’m good at interacting and communicating first, but I have a limited pool of energy.

i do not ship romantically on this blog. I don’t mind others’ romantic content, I simply personally abstain from writing romantic ships due to being harassed over them in the past. However, I love familial ships, platonic ships, rivalries, work relationships, enemy/antagonistic dynamics, and relations that can't necessarily be defined with words!

ON FANDOMS & MEDIA.

Expect headcanons to sometimes fluctuate and also expect canon divergence.

i am unaffiliated with any fandoms or creators.

i will interact with/make AUs for the following fandoms. Still, they can be tagged upon request: Final Fantasy(i know the most about VII, VIII, IX, X, XV, Unlimited, Dissidia, Dissidia 012), Sonic The Hedgehog, Pokemon, Portal, Gravity Falls, Ducktales 2017, A Hat in Time, Little Nightmares, Over The Garden Wall, OMORI, IB, The Legend of Zelda, Don’t Starve, Pocket Mirror, Super Mario Bros., Spiderverse, and Overwatch. I am very selective but not opposed to Five Nights at Freddy's, Murder Drones and The Amazing Digital Circus interactions. For these, if I followed you first/we’re mutuals, then we’re chill!

[allergic-to-four-leaf-clovers]

Restraints

woo hoo!! my first genuine piece of whump writing, hell fucking yeah! I've been lurking in amongst whump writing for oh so long, and I decided it was finally time to grow some balls and actually post a thing. so, without further ado, enjoy this absolute bloody mess featuring the skrunkly himself, the one and lonely, Rayan :D!!

Cw: immortal whumpee, multiple whumpers, mention of past torture, blood, stabbing, restraints, minimal swearing, whumper-turned-whumpee I guess??, whumpee-turned-whumper except There's Two Of Them Now™, slight manhandling maybe?? I don't know??, slight degradation. view with caution!!

(note: Foster (whumper) uses they/them. all other ocs mentioned (Rayan (whumpee) and Ezra (whumper) use he/him. Also note I have no clue what I'm doing, so some of this may not be accurate lmao)

- - - - - - - >

I had tried to cut the bonds long ago.

Ever since I had first acknowledged your pathetic little band of "survivors" hunting for my very head, I had tried to block contact with you — or anyone you knew, for that matter. I changed my phone number, multiple times, may I add, I considered moving to live with my sister and her fiancee, hell, I would've altered my identity entirely or even gon into hiding if I hadn't been told I was probably overreacting. But I wasn't, was I? Time and time again, I had tried to steer myself away from danger, but time and time again, you persisted. You wanted to make my life utterly miserable. And, I hate to admit this, but you succeeded.

But I could tell from that smug smile of yours that you knew damn well of this, and you relished in the fear in my eyes. I could tell from the scalpels, and knives, and bats, and hammers, and other godforsaken weapons you held in the very same basement you held me in that you would stop at nothing to inflict pain upon me. To give me a taste of my own medicine. You're all just kids with saviour complexes, aren't you? Pathetic.

Our pathways along life are forever intertwined. Though, mine may or may not be mixed with the blood of not only my victims, but of myself. Of guilt that weighs down on my heart, of burdens I am forced to carry on my now fragile shoulders. You have reduced me to a mess of a man. My very being is scarred and bruised from your relentless, merciless torture. I would say I deserve it — I did torture you all first, after all — but I'm not that harsh upon myself, now am I?

I despise you all. Though, I can tell from the disdain and disgust you try to conceal behind those grins and smirks that the feeling is mutual. We're all antagonists in the same story, only lacking a protagonist or better side of the story to oppose. I would say said side is, in fact, each other, but none of us can be deemed as good.

Despite all this, I remain in one piece. I have been humiliated, abused, drowned, suffocated, stabbed, bruised, cut, choked, starved, deprived of both sleep and my own senses. Though, somehow, I am still alive. Perhaps it's just sheer luck making my heart continue to beat, or maybe, just maybe, there's something more complex, more.. supernatural going on. Alas, you'll have to find that out on your own. Some secrets are best to be kept to yourself, after all.

- - - - - - - >

"You should be dead by now," Foster mused with a smirk that Rayan knew oh-so-well. "I stabbed you in the aorta minutes ago, yet you're still alive."

"Oh, yeah? And since when were you a medical expert?" Rayan spat back, craning his head to glare up at his captor. The latter merely chuckled humorlessly at that, guiding Rayan's chin back to face the wall, holding his jaw down with a vice-like grip. Their other hand was rested on his shoulder, which would most definitely leave a bloodstained handprint on his clothes — not that it mattered, anyway. Rayan squinted and stared at the wall before closing his eyes — well, more eye now; Ezra decided it'd be an oh-so-wonderful idea to slash a knife across Rayan's face, leaving him blind in one eye and in immense agony, as he described it himself — trying to ignore the flare of pain in his stomach and the press of ropes against his skin.

"This is boring," he eventually heard Ezra, speak of the devil, complain, his Texan accent cutting through the uncomfortable silence which had begun to linger in the basement. "Why don't we just.. kill him now? Leaving him alive'll do us no good."

"Be patient, Ezra." Foster leaned forward to Rayan's height almost mockingly and rested their head on his shoulder, the sudden proximity making the latter flinch. They smirked and added: "After all, leaving it alive means we can toy with it more, okay?"

Foster knew that would strike a nerve. Rayan absolutely despised degradation of any variety; they knew that perfectly well. Their smirk grew wider at the sight of Rayan's body stiffening and tensing, restrained hands balling into fists under the ropes, speaking through gritted teeth. "Don't you fucking dare."

Foster pouted sarcastically, patting Rayan's shoulder before stalking away. "Well, we'd best get going for now. Staying here is gonna make me die of boredom."

Rayan had his eyes closed still, so he couldn't see what they were doing, other than the fact he knew they were exiting the basement. His eyebrows furrowed in suspicion as he heard incoherent mumbles from in front of him, before hearing footsteps advance upon him. He had no time to react as he was stabbed once more, only letting out a strangled gasp, eyes shooting open.

Ezra's laugh startled him. "Never fails to make me laugh." He said, before twisting the knife in the wound, causing a small cry of pain from Rayan. He laughed again. Even Foster managed a light chuckle.

Ezra had opted to just leave the knife in the wound, which caused much more discomfort for Rayan. But it's not like he could care. Foster and him eventually left, even shutting off the lights in the basement as if Rayan wasn't actually there. Or, maybe as if Rayan wasn't a person, as if he were an item of furniture they had discarded.

Rayan managed a small scoff when he knew they were out of hearing range, rolling his eyes. "They're so fucking stupid..." He muttered, watching the wound on his body heal unnaturally quickly, the blood already beginning to dry out. They had all tried to kill him more times than he had counted, and all attempts had been unsuccessful. It was only a matter of time until they find out — it's inevitable, after all. Rayan just needs to use the amount of time he has left with his secret to his advantage.

[tvrningout-archived]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

tagged by: @londonfallen and @hauntedreality, if i'm not mistaken! thank you both very much!!!!

tagging: i can't be sure who has and hasn't done this yet, so!! steal it and say i tagged you!! ​

Name: bel! it's an alias with a silly explanation that i might just explain if you ask ;)

Pronouns: she/her

Preference of communication: discord simply bc tumblr im's tend to glitch on me, though i won't lie... i'm pretty hit and miss with messages in general ;n; sometimes i do really well, and other times i think it's been only two days since i messaged back and it's really been two weeks. that being said, pls don't be afraid to nudge me or remind me! i swear i'm never ignoring someone on purpose -- i just get busy and then very forgetful.

Name of muse(s): i have so many at this point :' ) but i can say the muses i reach for most often are chiyo, hyouka, and kaiya. i can pretty much write any of my muses any of the time, though!

Experience/how long (months/years?): i guess with the new year finally here, i can officially say i've been rping for 10 years!! which is crazy to me!!

Platforms you’ve used: mainly tumblr, but with some friends in the past, i've used skype, kik, and discord. i did have a twitter for one rp group once upon a time, but that didn't really stick.

Pet peeves / dealbreakers: just basically don't be rude and don't be gross and we're good! i'm kinda at the point where i try to be very careful and wary of who i follow anyway, and i will say if i see " highly selective towards oc's " in someone's rules, i usually won't follow first thanks to a bad experience.

Fluff, angst, or smut: all of the above B))) fluff does tend to be my favorite, but i like to mix angst in and get a nice hurt/comfort thing going. if i write straight angst, i like there to be some fluff to console everyone at the end :' ) as for smut, it's something i'll write for ask prompts mostly, but with someone i'm comfortable with, i wouldn't mind writing threads out! it's my mushy side coming out, but i think it can be really romantic -- or playful and fun or whatever it needs to be in the moment, and i'd love to explore that aspect of my muses more!

Plots or memes: both, but i'm probably a lil faster with memes :' )

long or short replies: both, but let's face it... if i'm involved, that reply is gonna end up on the long side asdfg

Best time to write: i used to think late at night, but i really think it's just whenever i have a quiet moment, which just happens to be at night most of the time. i need to feel like there aren't any pressing matters for me to be most productive.

Are you like your muse(s): hmmm maybe in bits and pieces? i do gift my muses lil aspects of myself sometimes -- like chiyo's love for shounen manga ( including the series she grew up with asdf ). i think if i were to say i'm most like any of my muses, it'd probably be makiko bc i, too, am on the shy side with new people and get in my head about what they might think of me uvu we're both works in progress and that's okay!

[galaxietm]

while i get back into the swing of things (and get the carrd link ready to share / slowly prep muse pages to link from it, honestly proud of it right now) i'm considering heavily revamping parts of this blog (like colors, graphics, etc) and also undertaking heavily fixing up the muse pages since those haven't been updated in- well; years at this point.

basically there's a lot i need to / am planning to update around the blog (because wowie it's been a while since a lot's been updated around here) and i'll list below what i'm hoping to work on (i dunno how soon, it's a loose timeline at this point)

maybe drop my disc.ord again?? then again i dont know who all is active anymore?? i really need to be active and reach out to people again lmao

muse pages (canon, ocs, and possibly a new page for request only / test muses, unsure)

eventually add a link on the icons of muses that are on muse pages to the gdoc pages for respective muses.

revamp general look / aesthetic of blog; either more simple or ?????, currently unsure.

finally?? update or post a new "mobile friendly muse list" / aka a tumble text post that possibly has links to character pages.

clean out drafts & inbox.

either make a new pinned post or update the current one. it's been a while and i need to update links. possibly add a few affiliates??

put out proper plotting calls to interact with mutuals more (i'm sorry?? i'm way too shy ya'll)

eventually post one of the new promos i made?? i swear, i've made 2 or 3 different ones over the last few months because i've been considering posting another one, because again, it's been literal years since i've posted one and i've been slowly getting into a better headspace than i've been in before.

decide if i'm going to go all the way with the joke i made the other day (aka making the blog one piece themed at some point, because lmao the brainrot? never leaving me again at this point)

[viperiumprime]

Tag ask game!

Thanks @nyoxt !

Last song you listened to: I Am My Own Muse by Fallout Boy ( So Much For Stardust has been on loop lol)

Last movie you watched: How To Train Your Dragon 3. Rewatched the trilogy throughout last week!

Currently watching: Spy X Family, Batman: The Animated Series (I never watched BTAS - I know, fake Batman fan)

Other things I've watched this year: Across the Spiderverse, Barbie, Oppenheimer, TMNT Mutant Mayhem, GotG 3, DnD Honor Among Thieves, MI Dead Reckoning, and probably others I’m forgetting. I love movies!!

Currently reading: uhhhh… I guess ACOTAR book 4? I bought it last year but haven’t started yet lol. I haven’t read anything this year… sadge

Currently listening to: F*ckface podcast… it’s a terrible name but I swear, it’s just a group of friends telling jokes and opening playing cards

Currently working on: AU things with my OCs, Secret Santa stuff

Current obsession: BG3

I'm tagging: @anipwrites @foxglovefaun @goingtochurch

[titanstroia]

Guidelines

This blog is typically set Pre-N52 however with discussion I am open to threads set in Rebirth and beyond.

Introduction. I’m Jet. Old bean. 25+. Any pronouns are fine. I slip up and use UK spelling sometimes. I've been RPing Donna for over a year. Tumblr IMs are always open to mutuals. Dis.cord is case by case basis. Donna defaults to mid-late 20s though I'm happy to write her older or younger.

General

This is a single muse indie blog (that follows back from batcowmaster), though I may have mains or exclusives with certain other blogs.

This blog is multi-ship

I will not under any circumstances accept racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, and so on. I also do not accept whitewashing muses. All in all – don’t be a dick, be respectful, treat others with kindness and understanding.

I don’t really check my tracked tag so it’s best to @ me in a post or message me with a link if that fails if you want me to see something.

This blog is fairly private, I don’t tend to follow first anymore and reserve the right to not follow back. If I don’t intend on following back I will probably soft-block. If I find your blog triggering for any reason I will hardblock. I will unfollow/block if something makes me uncomfortable or our writing styles don’t mesh. Please only follow if you’re 18+.

I only rp with mutuals so if I'm not following you back on batcowmaster we're not mutuals, if you send me an IC ask and we’re not mutuals I may block you. OOC asks are okay, especially if they’re development questions.

If there is no information on your blog I won’t be likely to follow back.

If you’re a personal blog (a non-rp blog) please do not reblog my posts.

I am pro-OC but am just as selective following them as anyone else – please have detailed information on your character.

I am duplicate friendly! If you’re a duplicate you’re welcome here. I am also likely to rp with multiple rpers of the same muse unless I am explicitly exclusive with a muse.

I am also crossover friendly! Though I may need to plot some to make the crossover happen.

Hate anons get deleted.

I tag triggering posts with ‘tw TRIGGER NAME’ e.g. ‘tw seizures’. If I’m not tagging something that you need tagged or my posts are slipping through and you need them tagged differently, please let me know.

OOC posts are typically tagged as such.

I’m not a meme source. Please reblog from the source.

Liking my musings and hcs and edits is okay, reblogging them is not.

Anything NS.FW is tagged NSFT. This blog will also have themes such as canon-typical violence, swearing, topics regarding poor mental health, domestic abuse, age gaps, death, torture, dissociation, and blood.

I am not comfortable with anything heavily NS.FW unless we as rp partners have been establishing a repertoire ooc. I will never smut on dash. It’s not my thing. Do not ask me to do so. I am happy to fade to black though.

Please be patient with me, I have a lot of health issues and my job! I also have memory issues due to my health so if I forget something please just let me know. I try to stay on top of things but life happens.

Most general comic book icons are made by me and they’re very time consuming. Please don’t steal them. However I also paid for and downloaded this pack of icons for Donna. And I downloaded icons from here, here and here. My writing on this blog does not represent the comic book company, their views, the opinions of the character in canon, any fc’s actions or opinions.

Plotting

I love developing deep and rich stories for my muses. Backstories, plotlines, development. Plotting is how I do best in RP. I tend to ask for it a lot if I want to cultivate a partnership with another RPer. Consider this me wanting to invest in our muses. If you never willing to engage in plotting I may unfollow as I find it really difficult to come up with starters and replies if we never plot. This is especially important if we have muses that have familial bonds or we are trying to ship.

Please do not assume our characters have met or have any form of relationship unless it is canon. And even then I’d like to plot what kind of relationship you’re interpreting from the canon.

Godmodding & Metagaming

I consider godmodding to be: controlling my character in threads (thoughts and actions), big plot moves made without consideration or consent, and drawing conclusions about my character that haven’t been discussed with me. I do not accept godmodding. Although, I will accept NPCs and actions that need to happen to move the thread along that don’t require you to wait for a response from me to push ahead (e.g. if your muse hands me a normal bottle of water you can assume my muse has taken a sip. If the bottle of water is poisoned, however, wait for a reply or check with me ooc). Big plot beats need to be discussed before moving ahead.

Metagaming is along the same veins as godmodding. Just because there are detailed bios and hcs don’t assume your character has intimate knowledge about mine. Please ask me and plot these things out. I am happy to do meta-asks like hcs or interview questions but if your muse didn’t send it IC it means they didn’t hear the answer IC. Dash Commentary is for the most part crack and unless plotted your muse does NOT have the dash commentary knowledge in serious canon.

I do accept interlacing. For me interlacing is when your character references my version of the muse in other threads. E.g. if my muse and yours went to the zoo in a thread, yours is free to talk about what happened in that thread to other characters.

Threads

I try and keep on top of my threads. I draft things if I can’t reply to them straight away and then will typically sort through those drafts later. If you think I’ve missed something please let me know, I love a good reminder and won’t consider it nagging. It only crosses my boundary it it’s consistent pestering. I typically tell partners if I’ve dropped something. I will keep drafts for sometimes even ten months if I’ve been busy and struggling. If I have too many replies for you and it’s overwhelming I’ll contact you to check if we should drop any.

Please cut your posts, I may stop following if posts are consistently uncut. Also, if turning an ask into a thread please move it from the ask into a new post. I use Beta and no longer use legacy.

I’m happy with anything from single para to novella/multi-para length replies. Single para can be small, I don’t mind, as long as it’s more then 2 lines. You do not have to match my length when responding but short replies consistently will kill my muse and lessen my likelihood of continuing something.

I tend to queue most of my replies just so I’m not hit with a bunch of return replies at once.

Memes and asks

While I love memes and asks and I so appreciate people sending things in there are a few times I’ll delete them, those include: I’m feeling overwhelmed with what’s in my inbox, I consistently have no muse for this ask, etc.

That being said, please don’t let that discourage you from sending things. This also goes for random, unprompted asks. I appreciate you making attempts at conversing with my character.

Shipping

Chemistry is important to me, both IC and OOC. And for me shipping is both a term used for platonic and romantic ships. Platonic ships are important – best friends, family, mentors, mentees, etc. There will be no instantaneous friendships or romantic relationships on this blog. With romance I am also not okay with massive age gaps.

I can be into dynamics where something is one sided, a crush, or doesn’t work out. As long as we discuss it beforehand.

I will not EVER write something sexual with underage muses or in verses where they’re underage, mine or yours. I am open to writing cutesy things with underage muses like crushes, first relationships, holding hands, first kisses provided both muses in the relationship are the same age. But this will never be sexual. I cannot begin to express how uncomfortable that makes me.

Any ask memes involving kissing or more personable actions I would prefer if they were only sent by characters already in an established relationship or checked in with me beforehand.

Courtesy

If I’m not responding to something: I’m busy with life stuff OR you’re ignoring my rules and giving me anxiety (usually non-mutuals). I promise if we’re mutuals I am not ignoring you on purpose, I’m just busy. Or! I saw it and meant to respond but it slipped my mind and got lost in the abyss that is my brain.

I don’t pay much attention to things on the dash. I’m too busy. You can always assume that if I’m not participating in something, I didn’t see it.

Triggers

My triggers are dissociation, multiple personalities, rape & SA, snakes & lizards (photos of). Flashing gifs trigger physical responses so I’d appreciate a warning. I also appreciate domestic abuse/child abuse being tagged in visual posts or thoughts/musings/hcs.

Unplayable

I RP with DID representation on a case by case basis. If you RP a character that has DID and I did not follow you back then that is why. Do not pressure me into RPing with them, it’s for my own wellbeing.

[gemmahale]

Holy shit, Mads. This...this is something else. (Yes it's taken me 4 days to respond because I'm still reeling.)

The color coding is probably my favorite part of my entire set-up. I love color.

From your final notes: I shall not stop, for I cannot be stopped. 😘 Fics springing forth completely finished is more or less how I write. Little nuggets to nibble on, and eventually you'll get the whole thing lol. (Also thank you for comparing me to a deity, I think I shall swoon now.) And you should have less concern about your sanity because you're all caught up! 🤣 It'll be a lot slower now.

Anyway, I'm going to answer each review below the cut, because incoherent screaming doesn't cut it. 💚💚

Feylands Josie's my favorite of my OC's right now. She's such a smitten kitten. 🥰 (Also re: who Gary is - look up Roach's legal name. 😉) I'm so excited to share more of this (when I get around to writing more, lol).

Call of the Wild As a wavy hair girl who's been doing too much research into how to style it, I love including small details that make my OC's/headcannon thoughts more human and varied - curly hair, hearing aids, etc.

(Side note: I think that prologue is actually from the Contract prequel. I might have it mistagged, that wouldn't surprise me. But yes, the sensations are so crucial to my stories too!!)

Corporal Distraction Augh, I need to get back to this one. I love the premise. Sleep-deprived Soap is a menace. 😎 The second take of this is one I like a lot more than my original attempt.

Flowers from My Love Eeee, I'm so glad you liked the casserole. I'm hoping I can use it to settle the 141's voices a little bit better. The moodboard was a riot to make, and Pepper is my baby. (I need to do a bit of background work on this one and more concrete plotting/plot solving, but I love it.)

Palace Hallways Ugh, I hadn't even thought of the D&D connotations until now! I mean, I sort of had, but I totally feel you on stories ending. 😭 Hopefully this one lives up to what I want to have happen.

Edge Dressing What if...I told you I had...hm...maybe a Laswell meeting Letty story in the cannon too? Hm? Maybe? (I make no guarantees it'll be Letty. It's a concept only at this point.)

Embroidered Secrets This one I have aspirations for. But I need to do more research. 🤓 I'm so glad you love it though, because that gives me motivation!

141 Studios I'm so glad you'd read a multiseries of this, because that's probably what it'll turn into! I love world-building and this leant itself so well to that. (And I have friends who have worked in the adult entertainment/porn industry that I can glean nuggets of info from.) This PS!Simon is suuuuch a big gruff teddy bear, I adore him. Also the lube thing - I had a partner that did lubed wrestling one summer at a kink retreat. I'm not surprised. 😂

Protege's Trust NOOOOOOOO. That peeves me (I know it was the accents that fucked it up - my phone autocorrects, my computer does not). Try this link if you want. Because it's SO GOOD. Enemies to ??? to lovers. Price/Gaz and Laswell/Compton reflections. What happens when your two protege's can't stand each other? You keep putting them in situations where they can't get away from it. (I think I've fixed the link now?)

Museum Muse You yelling about it in my DM's made me cackle. I'm glad you don't know what's going on, you'll find out.

Brix Annabeth is a goddess among mortals for being able to withstand that man's charms. (TBH I had totally forgotten about that scene because it did emerge fully developed - swear I was possessed writing that one.)

Squeamish Stitches Weirdest one-shot (maybe more) I've ever written. In the sense of "I don't know where I'm going with this beyond this one scene". Tbh, Ghost being a cock-block makes me laugh so hard because again, Gaz is down so bad for Glitz.

Useful Girl I love teaching people new things! Tbh, I learned that from a professor who was whinging about the fact that basically no one came to class on a day right after a holiday lol. Secretary wasn't a direct line I'd made (tbh I can't stand the film, oops), but I can see the resemblance!!! (They WILL negotiate on screen though)

Highland Tartans That line tickled me to write - I'm so glad you picked up on it. Again, historical research needed, but also literary license ftw ;).

WIP WRITES RIGHTS NOW! I SAID WIP WRITES RIGHTS NOW

blahblahmaster rant list link blahblah dont look at me

PSA when you only just discover a moot is a prolific writer you run to read all her writing and comment in excruciating detail cc: @gemmahale

blorbo x named oc fans, this one’s for you (it’s me, im talking about me)

please see below a random and incomprehensive ramblelist of my stream of consciousness as I sampled from gemma's works:

Feylands WIP

I find the content warning tags extremely titillating (also I have not seen such a prolifically well organized tag list AND color coordinated to boot like gemma’s blog???? putting my outlook inbox/work docs/excel sheets to shame!!!) and I don’t even read/like fae stories (yes I never read ACOTAR and I don’t plan to anytime soon, I missed that booktok ship, most likely cos im not on the tikky tokky as the children like to say, i watch the reposts on instagram like a proper mlllenial)

Josephine’s heart pitter-pattered at the compliment, heat climbing up her cheeks as she mumbled a thanks, their eyes locking again. 

🥰🥰🥰NOT THE PITTER PATTER

my inquisitive ass is already like “what’s gary’s real name” and “hearing aid = soap b/c of all the damn bombs he blows up?” “but i headcanon gaz with freckles, maybe it’s gaz? gaz = gary?” “or maybe ghost = gary?” GEMMA GIVE US WIPS I MEAN HINTS PUT ME OUTTA MY MISERY

Call of the Wild WIP

I love the little note gemma included about this being inspired by @deadbranch (shoutout to branchy btw my beloved) - honestly floored at all the beautiful fic/headcanon/drabbles/askfills ive read that are the brainchilds birthed from love for other creators’ brainchildren

also equally floored at how many of writers here are like “this incredibly layered/moving/tender/spicy/nasty fic came to me in a dream”

also SUBVERTED TROPES SUBVERTED TROPES SUBVERTED TROPESSSSS

Kyle cleared his throat, shifting his stance. “She prefers to be called a wolf.”

AHAHAHAHAHAHA GODDDD THIS WAS A ZINGER

“Please!” Kyle called back, face half covered in shaving cream.

i need fanart of this right fucking now let me, i mean shannon, sorry oops but haha..unless? finishing shaving you bby

and FUCKING ROACH IS IN THIS FIC HOLD ME BACK OR YOU *WILL* GET CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE OF ME TEARING APART THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE BECAUSE MY BRIEF HYPERFIXATION ON ROACH IS BACK WITH A VENGEANCE FROM THIS SMALL SNIPPET AND IN THIS 500 PG DISSERTATION I WILL-

also THAT PROLOGUE APPETIZER SLAYED ME

“The way I see it, you’re fucked either way. You don’t make it out of here, you’re fucked. You become mine, you’re fucked - but in the good way.”

this + the mention of bulge + damp cheek definitely brought a visceral IRL memory for me (affectionate/horny)

also sidenote: it’s the little things that matter and gemma i see you gurl and salute you - incorporating things like hearing aids, mentioning roach is HoH/using sign language, shannon using a shower cap for her curly hair - 😘👌

Corporal Distraction WIP

holy MOTHER OF FUCK THIS SHORT LITTLE EXCHANGE IS FUCKING HOOOOOOOOOT

The captain moved closer to her, gently lifting her chin up with his finger. “So you’re the bird that’s got my sergeant distracted.”

“Sir?”

“Been trying to figure out what’s got Gaz so twisted up lately. Figured it was a partner, didn’t think it was a Corporal under him.” He didn’t release her chin, now holding it between his thumb and finger. “Has good taste, at least,” he muttered, eyes shifting to the Lieutenant, who only huffed in response.

any premise that fucks with/frustrates/sleep-deprives soap has my heart 🥰

Flowers From My Love WIP

the bit where they discuss the casserole perfectly encapsulates each of the boys imho - price grunting out a response, soap eagerly asking about the food (such youngest of the group/im baby vibes), gaz picking up on the note and name/# left, ghost grumbling and ofc he fucking HAS to bring up manchester- 

and the MOODBOARD!!!! God I fucking love when writers flesh out a bit of their worldbuilding with related art, moodboards, face claims, etc etc etc i WILL lick up every crumb from the floor like a starving doggo- fun fact, one of my first interactions in cod fandom was requesting a moodboard from @the-californicationist (also shoutout to cali my beloved)

and PEPPER THE SERVICE DOG OH MY LORD PLEASE GOD IF THE 141 MEN CAN’T BE REAL LET PEPPSY BE REAL PLEASE GOD IF I HAD TO ASK FOR ONE THING FROM THIS CURSED HELLSITE-

Palace Hallways WIP

my mind blacked out at artificer soap and knight kyle and druid ghost - I also just finished a campaign with my homegroup IRL not too long ago and we’re taking a long break before the next game while our DM preps and this is making me miss playing with them ;-;

Edge Dressing WIP

KATE KATE KATE KATE KATE KATE that’s it that’s the tweet

“She did, did she?” Kate murmured, scratching at Letty’s scalp and smirking as the woman went boneless against her.

yes only natural, i too would also go boneless if laswell was scratching my scalp and giving me a massage mommy? sorry. mommy. sorry? mommy. sorry?

Embroidered Secret WIP

if someone told me a year ago when I wasn’t into regency shows/fics that reading some COD AUs - yes fucking CALL OF DUTY, the military propaganda first person shooter video game - would change my mind - well id be more shocked than if someone flashed some ankle at my victorian pearl clutching ass

also please i love every single trope listed here

141 Studios WIP

“Our sweet soft girl Samantha (plus size rep ftw!) finds her niche quickly as the resident camgirl - creating a new set of films called "Tip of The Tongue", where she (and others) commentate on the scenes being filmed in a behind the scenes way.”

fuck i would read an entire multiseries for this premise alone???

Crew scramble around to clean up the sweat and cum streaked across the couch to reset for another scene.

fun fact - i briefly interned as a PA in college and one of the producers i worked with mentioned offhand that he once rolled up to a set that was cleaning up after a porn shoot and claimed they were rolling away literal barrels of lube 👀

“You the new girl?” His voice was deep, rumbling like stones cascading down a mountain.

NEW GIRL, OLD MAN, BLUE BIRD, CLOWN WITH A BUCKET HAT, I WILL BE ANYTHING FOR YOU PS!SIMON

A Protege’s Trust WIP

The most titillating tag of all..an empty one! lol jk im just messin with ya gemmy but actually yes i don’t see any posts with this tag

Museum Muse WIP

ahem you already know my rabid thoughts on this but noticed this new post re: multiple timelines and tbh do I know what’s going on? absolutely not - do I want to dive into this museum muse multiverse regardless? absolutely yes

Brix WIP

Re: “If it’s a story about learning to be loved again after a series of devastating losses, can that story then end on another loss? (And should the epilogue soften that loss by allowing them some sort of reprieve?)”

YES! i need to be in a certain mood to read angst but GOD WHEN I AM IN THE MOOD DOES IT HIT THE SPOT/FEEL SO CATHARTIC

also re: these comments - “Also, a bit of catharsis for my shitty experience working in the orchard industry.”

“It's less of a love story and more of a healing story. It's also a bit of a middle finger to the orchard that nearly hospitalized me. 🙃 (It's healing not only for the characters lol.)”

i find these types of fics are some of the best ive read when the writers have IRL experiences bleed into their writing - just has a certain je ne sais quoi about em

also i could be knee deep in sewage sludge and if i sensed soap within a 1 mile radius i would throw myself at him, brb busy handforging a trophy for annabeth for having enough willpower to continue working while JOHN SOAP MACATAVISH WHINES ABOUT WANTING TO COP A FEEL

Squeamish Stitches WIP

✨GLITz!!!! ✨fucking love this name

“God, I’d die here a happy man,” he grumbles into your thigh as you adjust your balance. 

His hands wrap around your calves, grunting as the treads dig into his shoulders. “No, between your legs.”

Ghost interrupts. “Keep it tactical, Sergeants.”

THE FUCKING BANTER? GHOST COCKBLOCKING GAZ? FUCKIGN SCREAMINNG

Useful Girl WIP

you had me at “we gonna get nast-ay kink-ay” and also got strong “secretary” with maggie gyllenhaal + james spader vibes 

also i had to look up ‘brown bottle flu’ as i’ve never heard that term before! ✨i learn somethng new with fanfic daily✨

She felt the breeze as the door opened behind her, the whiff of cigar smoke and cologne causing her to shift in her seat and sit up straighter.

if you’ve ever smelled/heard someone before you saw them it is *quite* the experience

“It's the prickle of the mountain's oncoming storm. It's the flapping of the flag in the howling wind. It's the explosion of lightning hitting a tree, splitting it open, part charred and part living - two states diametrically opposed to each other. It's the sigh of relief when the clouds finally part and the rain pours out. It's the breath of fresh air when the storm dissipates and everything is left clean.

It's yearning so hard for something that it leaves one fundamentally changed when they achieve it.

...I really ought to make moodboards for this fic. 😅”

this was an incredible fucking paragraph to read, fucking poetry right here, also incredibly erotic? though that might just be leftover brainworms in my head from watching shogun and a scene where one of the main charas describes an orgasm as “clouds parting after rain” 

Highland Tartans WIP

She reached her hand into his wool, petting him. “He comes from a good line and all, he’s just young.”

MacTavish laughed, sliding his hands to rest on his waist. “Aye, young and dumb. I know the type.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

PLEASE GOD GEMMA

I CANNOT CHOOSE FAVORITES BUT SPARE A THOUGHT FOR MY FREE TIME AND WORK HOURS WHEN YOU POST MORE OF THESE AND AT LEAST SPREAD THEM OUT SO I CAN KEEP MY JOB AND PAY MY BILLS INSTEAD OF GORGING ON YOUR WRITING

anyway to sum up i am fully convinced the multiverse lives inside of gemma’s brain because goddamn i am convinced once day some god-tier epic space opera multiseries is gonna spring out fully formed like athena from the gemmamind (yes I compared you to zeus, a mythical god, deal with it)

[trahns]

The year is slowly ending, feel free to use this ask to tag ( and write a positive message if you wish ) the people you are happy to have met this year and as always thank you for being part of the RPC, you are very much adored and appreciated. 🐱

Awww thank you! I will say I've met a lot of amazing people in the RPC this year. Maybe not met, but reconnected with.

@plasticsouled , ive been friends with sal for a bit but we lost touch due to me leaving tumblr. Before i left tumblr we didnt interact too much sadly, and i wish i interacted with her more because shes such a sweetheart. I swear, Sal is one of the nicest and talented people you'll meet. When I revamped she was my first follower and im thankful for her

@carpemusa I met beth this year but I'm glad I did! They're really talented and plotting with them is such fun, they have amazing ideas and characters. Watching them play a game on twitch was one of the best experiences i think I'll have. Boy.. We must go to coral island, boy. I silently admired them from afar to only find out they did the same thing which was so surprising

@mkoshi I met spectre shortly after revamping, and im so glad i did. We hit it off almost right away! His ocs are so great, honestly if you dont love them you have bad taste. He has a lot of compassion for his ocs and you can see that, and its honestly really admirable. He is so admirable. He bought me watchdogs just so I could play it for myself!! Im so thankful still

@bondedtrauma I met Ellie too, a bit after I revamped. She is such a sweetheart!! Her ocs are amazing and likable too, I could squish Ellie. I love the threads we have and the fact she picked up my less popular muses im so thankful for that. Shes someone who you can rely on

@bolides I havent talked to Aaron for long, but i can tell that hes a great person. I cant wait to start interacting with you more!! Such a sweetheart. Their Elizabeth is an amazing potrayal like ever other muse

but really, im thankful for everyone this year. You guys are all amazing. thanks for sticking with me and my craziness. I love you all and happy holidays

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Uhm... what if I told you that my brain keeps bubbling with plot for the hybrid!demon thingy I pitched to you??

Please don’t be mad at me 😭 I feel like I am abusing your patience and I am sorry. I will stop talking about it after this ask, I swear 🥺

Just a few things first hihi:

You don't have to take it. Or take only a few parts of it if you want. It's just that since it's already on my mind and I have no other purpose for it, I might as well give it to someone that could maybe make good use of it. If you don't use it, that's ok, it was still a good mental exercise for me.

Honestly I have already gone so far off with it, that it's almost completely divorced for the prompts you initially proposed - which makes sense considering I went of on just a few words you gave at first.

The only things I have written start to finish are academic papers, documents and a couple small stage plays for kids (charity work, nothing professional). There was a poet fase during childhood but I don't think that counts. And the reason I don't write this story myself is because I would definitely loose all motivation halfway and just abandon it unfinished - I do it with other things too like painting, drawing, crocheting, sewing... creativity comes in random spurs for me. As soon as a idea stops feeling fresh and challenging in my brain, the fun is gone and so is the motivation to keep going for it thank god I am not like that with relationships.

Btw that is one of the things I've been admiring a lot in you - your relentless commitment to going through with such a laboring fic like yamqn. Even if it gets taxing and big and tiring sometimes, you keep going with the writing and the community building, and you don't even falter with the quality at any point. How??? When I say you are amazing I MEAN IT ♡.

Now regarding a few things you pointed out:

- The good thing about having a demon!character is that they are immortal. Beomgyu will live eternally and oc can reincarnate as many times as you want. You know what I am saying? Get where I am getting at? You can write how many versions of it as you want - each one a different oc lifetime/reincarnation. Maybe my version could happen in the 70s, and the one you have thought of is in the actual current days idk. The God of this universe is you, writer! You play the faiths, you create the rules, you control time and space, you command that universe! I know you might not want to commit to yamqn for so long - there are other things you want to write too and you have a life. But I am just giving you food for thought hihi

- I like complicated things lol there is not much more I can say here I guess 😅 no excuses to be given.

- Like I said, my mind kept bubbling and I think I got the rough answer to most questions I made you myself.

Aaaaand now we get to the story:

♡ How is oc like now?

Like you said, in this lifetime oc is a bunny!hybrid. Back when mutations began happening, oc ancestors where a family of court entertainers - well educated ladies that frequented the high circles of society serving as dancers, conversationists, muses for known artists and sometimes concubines. With time bunnies as well as kitties and foxes, stereotyped as stealthy, graceful and sensual beings became highly sexualized they started being seen as the sex-workers class. And well, from the reputation that comes with this practices, society wouldn't grant theses especies many opportunities out of it - so the stereotype becomes a planted reality.

♡ How this version of oc life is like?

A few decades ago government raised concerns over the reality of those types of service hybrids. Since they are not big predators and are so attractive to other species, government started passing laws assigning specific neighborhoods for those species to live, "for their own safety" you know. Thus red-light districts became a thing. Not long after another law was passed, imposing that every family of bunnies could only keep one fertile child and all the other children in the house were to be castrated - bunnies reproduce fast and they are in sex work so overpopulation could easily become a problem, they said. Truth be told, they thought it was starting to look "ugly" to have so many prostitutes around "respectable" neighborhoods, so the people in power decided to keep them down in numbers and hidden in their own corner. So that is where oc have lived all of her life. She was lucky, or unlucky, that her parents picked her to be the fertile child - that means she would not be put to serve on the family business, and instead only took the role of administrator of the place after her parents died. She even managed to get into university to learn administration, but the amount of sexual harassment she got from other students for simply being a bunny - a relatively rare virgin bunny at that - was too much so she quit after a couple semesters. She then decided to dedicate herself to taking care of her siblings (can we get stripper!yeonjun and boyfriendforhire!soobin as her brothers??) and the family business without caring much about the rest of the world anymore.

♡How oc and beomgyu meet again now? How does he befriend her?

Don't get me wrong, of course demons are not pristine goody-two-shoes, they are bad... but so are humans. The thing is that humans, especially humans with power are not big fans of taking accountability for their actions - so they began using demonic presence and demonic influence as scapegoats for all of their wrongdoings. Unsurprisingly, that type of discourse going around only makes the already generally bitter feelings a large part of society have towards demons into even greater animosity. On the last few years things only been getting worse, and street mobilizations against demonic access to public human institutions, for exemple, happen frequently. Religious cults are the new mafia and every once in a while you would hear of then planning attacks on demons, especially minor demons. Then higher demons counterattack and the cicle repeats itself. Lately where could be the only parts of town that a succubus or a incubus could walk around, or even live in, without having to worry about someone throwing a stone at them: yes, the red-light districts. They would have to be a common appearance around there anyways considering their nature, right? So no one really objects their presence there, but since they could become kind of competition to the local workers if things get out of hand, those two groups of social outcasts oftenly team up and most establishments have a partnership with one or two demons to bring in the clients and share the outcome - easier job for the humans, easier food for the demons. Imagine how Beomgyu felt when he went around the red-light district looking for a place to stay and, after being turned down by multiple establishments because "his beauty would diminish the value of their product in comparison" (lol), he knock on the door of one last business and the one he sees in front of him is not only the prettiest bunny he has ever seen but also the one carrying the soul of his one true eternal love. Upon seeing her he immediately, instinctively, feeling the need to impress her, uses of his powers to take the form of fantasy (of his own desires, instead of someone else's for the first time... he didn’t even know he could do that) and appear to her as a innocent destitute bear!hybrid boy looking for a job in exchange for a place to stay (he is not lying, that is basically what he came for... a few details can be left for later, right?)

(you make your magic to maneuver the whole him being ashamed of his status and afraid that being around him would harm her again part of the story fit here. I think it could make for a lot of very dramatic and very sexy conflict. I am literally giving you sex demons, and a entire social class of sex workers as the main characters. It oozes unapologetic sex, but with many underlayers of shame, sadness and misery)

And somehow I made another ask just as huge and about the same topic 🤣🤣 The amount of plot I have been throwing at you for this feels about three seasons long already, I know. I kinda feel a little sorry for you now.

~♡anon

I was actually wondering if you'll elaborate more or not 😂

Ok so here is what I'm thinking. He sees her before he enters the establishment and realizes it's her so he spends some time observing her, seeing her struggle and deal with unruly clients so he decides to take on the form of a bear hybrid to be big and strong for her to seek protection from him.

When he finally knocks on her door, he wants her to not be scared of him or else she'll turn him away so he decides to make himself appear wounded. She takes him in and tends on his wounds until he gets better. One of her brothers suggest than since gyu is so attractive, he could make his living there but for some reason oc feels like she doesn't want that. She feels jealous somehow and so she tells him that he doesn't have to. That's when gyu knows he got her. He offers to work as a guard and she's happy about it.

But throughout his stay there, he keeps getting closer to her, subtly touching her and using his incubus powers on her (maybe even exchanging her heat suppresant for sugar pills) because she keeps putting a distance between them as she hates being a bunny hybrid and thinks gyu only wants her because of how sexual her species is. But this drives gyu crazy because he needs to feed but ever since he saw her he just can't bring himself to feed on anyone else.

Until finally she breaks, her heat comes for the first time and she quickly locks herself up in a room. Gyu goes after her and attempts to get her to open up to him but she refuses. So when she sleeps. He uses his powers to enter her room and seduce her. But as they fuck, she feels her energy draining and with horror she realizes that gyu is a succubus. She tries to push him off but it's too late, he won't let go now.

That's as far as I got so far.

I'm still unsure about keeping both demon and hybrid elements in one story. And yeah different eras could work but then because of the introduction of hybrids, there would still have to be hybrids in the other eras so I'm not sure about that.

I feel like if I am to do this I'd have to separate it from the yamqn universe and make it another lost love story or just plain old yandere gyu 😂 idk i'm confused

Honestly I think my main issue with this pitch is the hybrid part because even though I really like the plot we've created here and even though i'm obsessed with hybrid fics i feel like they can come across as a bit goofy to readers so it might make yamqn seem less serious because of heats and knotting and bunnies you feel me? Like don't get me wrong like I said I LOVE hybrid fics but idk if I wanna involve it with yamqn. Add to that demons and it gets out of hand.

Idk what do other readers think?

[miss-smutty]

Forbidden

Chapter 3

A/N- Evey couple of chapters you will get Professor Hemsworth's POV and this is the first one 🥵 I really wanted to write his story and hear his thoughts too.

Summary- He can't get her out of his mind, the girl in the coffee shop. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 2.9K

Pairing- Prof!Hems X Reader

Warnings- Age gap (OC is 20) student/professor relationship, swearing, dirty talk

18+ Only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th Sept 2021

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chris Pov

My Apartment was silent as usual, empty like always when I arrived home from work, throwing my coat and bag on to the sofa and slumping down next to them.

I couldn't stand the silence, it taunted me and brought back memories I'd rather not remember. I'd thought about getting a roommate but still hadn't gotten around to posting out an ad, the idea made me nervous. Although I hated being alone, living with a stranger would be even worse. I turned on the TV to fill the expanse of the large empty room that I'd work so hard for but ultimately meant absolutely nothing to me.

My mind began to wander back to this morning and the chance meeting with the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. She'd taken my breath away and made me so nervous that I'd used some cheesy chat up line. I'd known at the time it would come back to haunt me tonight, no wonder she ran out of there as soon as she could. Thats why I hesitated, my hand brushed against the small of her back when I was about to ask her for her number and it took away my sensibility. I leaned in like I was about to kiss her, thank god I stopped myself though, how ridiculous would that have been?

I'd spoke to her for no more than ten minutes but somehow felt like I'd known her all my life. Asking for her number wouldn't have been the most unusual thing but she was in such a rush and I didn't want to make her late. There's absolutely nothing more I hate than tardiness.

I still couldn't get her off of my mind, she was beautiful, long dark hair that flowed down her back and the most piercing green eyes I'd ever seen. I couldn't stop looking into them, framed by dark eyelashes that made the emerald green pop even more. It's been a long time since I'd met a woman that made me feel as nervous as she did. The only thing is, she was young, much younger than me and I'd be fooling myself to think I'd actually stand a chance with her. Even if by some miracle I did, she deserved more than what I could give her, I was a mess, even after all this time I was still living in the past.

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I woke up feeling like a teenage boy again, a tent of my erection in the cotton sheets sprawled across my middle. I'd dreamt about the girl all night and honestly nothing about it was innocent. I rubbed at my eyes and stretched my muscles before finally getting out of bed, I had my first Junior Comms class to teach today and of course, I couldn't be late.

To say I was dreading today would be an understatement, I'd made a deal with the Dean to teach the Comms class because none of the other professors were willing and I was desperate for a job. I was hoping that if I exceeded expectations during my first semester I would finally get to teach psychology like I'd planned in the first place. Of course that meant being on my best behaviour and a lot of arse kissing, which I would do, albeit reluctantly.

The air was crisp this morning as I set off walking towards the university, luckily for me I didn't live to far away from the campus and the walk would help distract my thoughts because God knows they needed distracting. They always did.

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the halls, looking up at the architecture of the building and realising my idea to walk obviously hadn't worked. I'd barely paid attention the entire time and it was only muscle memory that had gotten me to my required destination.

I held onto the door handle of the lecture hall and took a deep breath before stepping in, the room erupting into wolf whistles was not what I expected but admittedly better than what I was thinking. I scanned the room and my students, rolling my eyes at the girls lining the front row, their eager faces taking me in. 

The class was full of typical students, the usual cliques you see at every educational institution. The jocks and cheerleaders, the nerds and oh fuck. The air was almost knocked from my lungs when I spotted her sat at the back of class. The girl I'd been talking to in the coffee shop yesterday, the girl that had been on my mind and in my dreams ever since. She was here, right in front of me which meant she was my student and younger than I'd actually thought. Fuck.

Even though she was now out of bounds I couldn't take my goddamn eyes off of her, the way her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders. I could feel my cock tingling when my eyes fell to her low cut top and that unreal cleavage. I pulled my eyes away from her so as not to draw attention and focused on preparing for the lesson, leaving the students to whisper for a while longer while I recovered my composure.

Like a magnet, my eyes unwillingly kept finding their way back to her and she looked uncomfortable, squirming in her seat. I was making her uncomfortable and I still couldn't stop myself, I frowned as I subtly watched her cheeks blush and realised she's probably embarrassed because she'd been flirting with her Professor. Of course she'd be embarrassed, I was so much older than her but was it wrong that I didn't feel one ounce of awkwardness at the fact I had been flirting with a student?

All I could think about as I watched her tits bounce as she moved In her seat, was burying my face in her cleavage and I knew I had to look away before my dick reacted. The last thing I needed in a class full of students was to be walking around with a fucking erection.

I could stand there and watch her all day but certain students had stopped talking and they were waiting for me to speak and I'd almost forgotten why I was here In the first place. I really needed to get my head in the game, being infatuated with a student would definitely not get me the promotion I was looking for.

I pushed my hands in my tight pockets, hoping to stretch the fabric a little so my semi-hard dick wasn't so apparent, then my eyes were drawn to her again and she was talking to Jake. That pissed me off and I could feel my jaw tensing as I cleared my throat rather forcibly, hoping to get the attention of the whole class at the same time as distracting her from the rather friendly conversation she was having with another guy. A guy her age at that.

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." I looked at her again, gulping hard when I saw her with the end of her pen in her mouth and the way her lips wrapped around it. Fuck. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." I looked to her and she smiled, remembering what we spoke about yesterday.

A student started with the typical Australian stereotypes although I'm actually surprised no one told me to throw another shrimp on the Barbie. I laughed along anyway, I'd been expecting it, it's literally the first thing anyone who isn't Australian says when they first meet me. So when I told him it wasn't very original I meant it, I'd heard it a thousand times before and I'll hear it a thousand times again.

I told the class a little about myself before informing them they would do the same, it didn't go down well, the room filled with groans. I looked to her and she looked downright terrified, I sympathized for her, it wasn't easy speaking in front of a room full of people but was the best way to break the ice.

"Claire Abbott." I called, watching the blonde at the front stand, nervously. She giggled and twirled her hair around her finger as she smiled at me, I knew what she was doing. I quickly glanced at the girl from the coffee shop as she rolled her eyes at the blonde at the front, I smirked back at her, amused at her tolerance for predictable girls.

"I erm… I don't know what to say?" The blonde said, looking at me questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind."

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I had to stop myself from laughing when she rolled her eyes again but the smile soon disappeared when I saw Jake lean over to speak to her and the way she laughed at him made my blood boil. I was seething, not because they were speaking instead of listening but because she was speaking to him instead of me.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" I called them out, my voice more stern than I expected. I was pissed off that Jake would easily be able to get to know her and I couldn't. She stared at me, her eyes wide, she was surprised I'd called them out in front of everyone which made me even more pissed off because that probably blew my chances even more. What the hell am I thinking? What chances, I need to remember I'm her fucking Professor.

She sat silently through the rest of the class, I still couldn't keep my eyes off of her and thankfully neither could she. She looked flustered and I liked it, I liked that I could make her feel that way without even touching her. She was so goddamn hot I could hardly concentrate on what the other students were saying.

When I glanced down at the sheet of names in front of me and saw Jake's name my jaw clenched.

"Jake Hudson." I couldn't help narrowing my eyes as he stood up, I just knew he'd say something cocky and I was so fucking jealous of him right now. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath, I needed to keep my cool, especially in a room full of students and her. If she knew what I was really like she wouldn't look at me the way she did.

"Hi, I'm Jake." I bit onto the inside of my gum, that bit of pain keeping me grounded. "I'm also from Australia." He gave me that fucking cocky half arsed smile I'd been waiting for and the adrenaline shot through me. I was thankful no one noticed apart from maybe the one person in here I didn't want to notice. She was watching me carefully. I had to loosen my tie a little as he continued to speak, I was burning up with rage.

I'm glad class was almost over, I needed a stiff drink and I needed it now. I looked at my sheet of names again and there were only a couple left, I wondered which one was hers. I needed to know her name. Fuck. I needed to know everything about her.

"Jessica Watson." She stood up. Fuck, Jessica, it was a cute name and fit her perfectly. I was mesmerized with her and the way she spoke as she tucked her long hair behind her ears. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." She looked right at me, what was she going to say? "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." Oh fuck. Was she talking about meeting me? Or Jake? I like to think by the way she studied me as she spoke, she was talking about me. This was wrong, so wrong but why did it feel so right? I forgot there was anybody else in the room, my cock twinging as I pictured myself fucking her on this desk. I needed to stop thinking like this, it's unprofessional and completely immoral. I shook my head and turned back to the class.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." I looked at Jessica. "Some of you, not so much." Then raised my eyebrows at a group of guys in the middle of class that had used thier time to inform everyone about the party at their frat house this weekend. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." I looked at her one last time, hoping she'd use this opportunity to come and speak to me.

I sighed when I sat back at my desk and a group of girls took their opportunity, I wasn't in the mood for it but answered their questions anyway. I didn't take my eyes from Jessica, especially when Jake started speaking to her again. The girls in front of me were taking up my time, trying to flirt with me instead of asking relevant questions and I was over it.

"Do you actually have any questions about the course ladies? I have other things to be getting on with if not." I was a little short with them without actually meaning to be. I just wanted them out of my goddamn way so I could see what was going on with Jessica and Jake.

The girls finally left, more like stormed off but I couldn't care less right now. She was still sat at her desk which means she waited until I was alone which has got to be a good sign. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the silence driving me insane so I cleared my throat and she blinked like I'd woken her from a daydream. What was she thinking about?

She packed up her things into her bag slowly, I could tell she was buying herself time but I felt relaxed now we were alone, in fact I felt excited which was completely ridiculous. I felt like a damn teenager.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I was amused and I needed to break the ice before the silence got the better of me. I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest.

"I erm…" She walked towards me, down the stairs, looking at her feet. She was unsteady and looked nervous as hell, was she going to tell me to back off? "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." She stood at the bottom of the stairs, I was glad she wasn't too close. I don't know if I'd be able to control myself around her and lord knows I had to. The atmosphere was tense, neither of us really knowing what to say or do, all I could think about was ripping off her clothes.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" I cocked my eyebrow at her, testing her, seeing how she would react to my comment. Something changed and she didn't look quite so nervous anymore.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." The way she called me Professor stirred something deep inside me, a hunger I didn't know I had and when she moved closer to me I began to feel nervous.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" She was so close now, I could smell her sweet scent of coconut shampoo. I wanted to touch her badly, I didn't though. I didn't dare because I knew if I did I wouldn't be able to stop myself and I must restrain, she's my student after all. It's wrong. It's forbidden.

I still couldn't stop myself from flirting, like an uncontrollable impulse and as soon as I opened my mouth to try and be professional I would just go right ahead and flirt. She was so outrageously attractive but the kind of attractive where she didn't know it and didn't flaunt it, which I found even more endearing.

"I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." My restraint was really being tested now, she was teasing me, egging me on and the fact she'd also been fantasising about me made it extra difficult to resist. I had to loosen my tie again, I needed my fingers to be busy so I didn't touch her. I had an internal conflict going on inside my mind and it was like torture, if this was day one of class how the hell was I meant to survive the whole semester?

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" Fuck sake. I ground my teeth together, I was glad she was leaving, I couldn't take the tension any longer but at the same time I knew, with distance the desire would only intensify. She turned to leave and I couldn't stop myself watching her hips sway as she walked, her ass was so round and bouncy, it hypnotised me and that's when I knew I was in deep trouble.