#if i dont run its not much of a hunt after all :3

[falloutnewvegastransedmygender]

organizing a fox hunt with fellow princesses and our knightgirls and puppygirls, wherein once we catch you you get subjected to the orgy of a lifetime

Sjsjsjsususudhdhduud *mewls so absolutely pathetically before realizing I should do the whole running thing.*

[seattlesellie]

color me ♡

pairing: ellie williams x reader

warnings: pure smut, rough sex, breeding strap, fake cum swallowing, ass play, maybe a lil gross but 🤍

authors note: so i dont know whats actually inside those breeding straps and if its not actually safe to digest… sorry! obvs based on an old one of mine n @elskittie important server discussions <3

"El Ellie, Ellie — Ah!" was the only repeating sentence that left you whiney mouth for the past seven minutes. Ellie was quick with it, brutal, even. The sharp pain of her strap's ongoing strokes and thrusts rendering you borderline unconscious. You liked being like this, didn't you? her personal rag doll, being thrown around for her pleasure.

She wasn't afraid of telling you how much you liked it, either. Ellie loved basking in your neediness for her, in how dumb you looked when she fucked you senseless. Each resounding slap against your flesh, and every firm tug of her fist on your hair served as a vivid affirmation of her power over you. "You fucking like that? huh?" she gasped in amidst the rhythmic thrusts. You could feel her in your tummy, feel her stinging inside of your brain. "Like being like this f'me? yeah?" she was panting like an animal, you could feel how close she was by the way she was swallowing her words. Her voice was hoarse, and she struggled to maintain her composure, almost falling apart right there with you. Slap! you were on all fours now, face shoved in the soft, cream colored pillow, ass shamelessly spread completely open. You felt vulnerable, like she could see everything. Ellie wasn't always like this, see, she loved taking her time. Caressing you, giving you tiny pecks everywhere around your body, like little butterflies landing on your skin. Today wasn't like this. “Get on the bed" she commanded after getting back from a three day hunt. You knew it by the flare in her eyes, by the way she couldn't look at you directly. Whatever happened there was between her and herself only. Oh, how Ellie loved how you looked. "Pretty asshole too, huh?" She panted, her thumb gently tracing circles around the perimeter of your clenched entrance. "So fucking—" she growled, and stuck her thumb inside, leaving a stinging pain ringing inside of your body. Twisting it in slow circles, it's deliberate, controlled movements akin to a meticulously driven screw, twisting slowly, intensifying the sensation with each revolution. "So fucking tight everywhere" she marveled. You couldn't even respond, drool cascaded onto the rumpled sheets beneath you. You were whimpering, screaming, god, she had effortlessly coaxed three mind-shattering orgasms from your trembling form. You could have passed out already, you could have been laying on her chest, listening to her soft breathing by now. But this truly, wasn't about you. With a forceful strike, she gave your ass another harsh slap. It morphed into a deep shade akin to a bruised blue. "Pretty" she panted. You were mumbling incoherently, a mixture of "thank you Ellie" and "for you, Ellie". You wanted to ask her — "You really think I'm pretty?" "Am I yours forever? You making me yours?" but goddamn, you were too fucked out to function. She slipped her other thumb inside your tightest hole, as if her other one wasn't enough. The overwhelming sensation caused your vision to blur with celestial bursts, your voice erupting in a symphony of screams and desperate pleas that reached the heavens themselves. "Ellieeeee — too tight!" you babbled. She plunged it deeper with a cocky grin. That action drove you to instinctively fight against her grip, your hands frantically clawing at the fabric of the sheets, seeking a desperate anchor to reality. She formed a tight fist around your hair, yanked it, and pulled you by gripping her fingers tight on your ass. Don't you dare.

"Don't you fucking run away from me" she grunted, and kept her grip on your waist.

"Stay" she commanded, and you did. Her desperate grunts and the fact that she reached that little spot, that spot no one else ever did, made your stomach tie in tight knots. You were fucking close, too. And she knew it. Who knows you better than her? "Gonna let me fucking use you" she growled, "Gonna let me fucking cum inside of you?” she told, her breath hot and unsteady against your neck. And then, it was as if a cartoonish light bulb appeared over your head. You smiled dumbly to yourself. You really are fucking nasty. "In my mouth" you hiccuped. Her hand left your plump ass, and started forming small, harsh circles on your clit. She was flabbergasted, her strokes slowing down. "In your what?" she questioned, her voice deep. "Want you to cum on my face" you stated. Simple as that. Ellie laughed, she laughed at you. "You're fucking nasty, you know that? she teased, the faint sensation of her smile pressed against your shoulder conveyed the delight she derived from your desires. Those words could have made her come on the spot. "Get on your knees" she commanded, and pulled the plastic cock out of you with a deep, breathy grunt. You clenched, feeling utterly empty without her deep inside. You pouted with a small "mhm". Ellie gave you a stern look. It was so, so clear how hard she was controlling herself, her own clit throbbing and begging for release. "You wanted this" she said, and squeezed your plump cheeks together. She almost forced you to open your mouth, stick your tongue out in order to directly spin on you, but you wanted something much, much more disgusting. It was an ego trip for her, truly. She yanked you down, and got you to get on your knees with a loud thump. That was going to leave a bruise. Oh, how you weren't expecting Ellie's next step. She grabbed the large silicone shaft in her hands, an pinched your chin, to get you to look at her. Ellie had her eyes fixated on you, entranced. You looked pathetic, sticky drool on your chin, thighs covered in your own release. Her look was piercing through you. She caressed your cheek delicately, calloused hand grazing your skin. She was going to burn this moment in her memory. If she could, she would have taken a picture — but this was still an apocalypse, and she got ever so lucky from just finding the obscene sexy toy during one of her patrols. She took the base of the cock, and began grinding in on her own clit. If she was going to cum on your face, it had to be the real fucking deal. "Ohhh god — shit" She moaned deeply, never once leaving your eyes. You felt your own clit throbbing, a swarm of butterflies buzzing in your stomach. You trailed your hand down and began forming slow circles on your clit, still wet, still deliciously creamy. She bit her lower lip. She would have scolded you for your desperate actions, how dare you touch yourself when she's right there — but thankfully, she knew you just couldn't help it. Breathy, high pitched moans were escaping her mouth, she really was fucking close, rubbing it all over her wet cunt. "Don't you fucking look away from me" she commanded, swallowing her own words. “Don't you dare." The shaft's movements on her cunt were deeper now, faster, the base hitting her puffy button just right, pressing on it. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, almost fucking there. "Gonna cum" she panted. "Stick that fucking tongue out - Fuck — stick it out" her eyebrows were squinted together, jeez, how you loved her fuck-face. She was full on whimpering your name, hand wrapped around your scalp. She shook the strap up and down on her glistening slit.

It was a marvelous look, my god.

She could feel the white colored pleasure taking over, and almost instinctively, as if it was truly connected to her, grabbed the balls of the strap, squeezed them hard, and as she rode her orgasm - the white, thick, creamy liquid squeezed out of the tip of her cock, splashing all over your warm, eager tongue, and then all over your face. "Holy— fucking— shit" she moaned, riding it out, marveling in how much of a fucking whore you looked like, covered in cream. She was delirious, almost, because she swore it felt like it came out of her own cunt.

Unsurprisingly, who would have thought, you came all over your fingers. Ellie laughed, again, astonished, panting and grunting obscenities.

"You fucking — " she gulped, and rubbed the liquid all over your tongue with her fingers. tracing it up down, swirling it all over your mouth. "Swallow it" she commanded, hypnotized by your pathetic look.

"Cumslut" she whispered in disbelief.

[bbyquokka]

12:04 am (hhj)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | timestamp, smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | vampire hyunjin, human reader, established relationship, consumption of blood (hyunjin feeds), vampire bites, cock warming. ( if i missed any, lmk! )

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 1k ~ ( 1,041 )

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 | i've been playing a lot of baldur's gate 3 (can you guess who i'm obsessed with trying to romance 👀) and ig it inspired this lil thing? idk, i wanted to write vampire stuff soooooo

♡ m.list — ♡ you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

his unusually soft hands holding your hips. his sharp nails digging into the skin, threatening to break the skin and make you bleed. his pale white skin looking ethereal in the shimmering moonlight. his white, shoulder length hair that's half up, half down flowing with the gentle and cool breeze.

to a passing stranger, it simply looks like two normal humans making love under the moonlight after a date but oh no–this is much different.

his eyes shut tightly, plump lips parted as he moans your name in between the short, laboured breaths. his teeth all seem normal, human almost, aside from the two sharp fangs that threaten to pierce the skin of your neck at any moment. 

he loves you and you love him but neither of you should succumb to such feelings. humans and unnatural creatures intertwining with one is almost like a curse. but you taste so sweet and sound so sinful to him. your skin heats his cold, pale skin. your blood is so sweet, it's like drinking honey straight from a beehive. 

he rescued you. he found you in the woods one night whilst on a hunt. he smelt your blood from a mile off and rushed to the scene, hoping to feast. he didn't expect to stumble across your passed out body, bruises and cuts decorating your skin. 

you were running from something; but what exactly? a bear? a hungry wolf perhaps, either way hyunjin saved the questions for later–he had more pressing matters to worry about.

he smelt your blood but so did the other vampires in the vicinity. he doesn't know why but he scooped you up and carried you to his lair. he cared for you, nursed you back to health. when you awoke, understandably you were terrified to be face to face with a vampire.

but hyunjin felt different. he showed compassion which most vampires don't. majority of them look at humans and think ‘food!’ but hyunjin. he held no matter how tough it got for him. he let you stay with him until you had enough strength to fend for yourself but you both grew very close to one another and the thoughts hyunjin was having of feasting on you, shackled him with guilt.

he feasted on deer's, wolves and bears but his insatiable hunger burnt. it clawed its way at him, desperate to be fed what he wants the most and that's you. he's smelt your blood, he cared for you and knows what it looks like and, to him, it looks so delicious.

one day, you offered him your wrist. he's been feasting on nothing but animals for weeks, he's not getting what he needs. the hunger, the thirst; it burns. you found him on his knees in his bedroom in a cold sweat, panting. you didn't recognise him and it scared you.

his fangs on full display. hair sticking to his skin and his red eyes blown out, captivating you and shackling your feet to the floor with fear. he came crashing onto you as soon as you gave him the ok to feast on your wrist. the first time hurt and you were left weak and dizzy for days but the more you allowed him to feast on you, the more you got used to it.

“look at me.” you whisper as you cup his cheeks. his eyes slowly flutter open revealing those blood red pupils you love. “so beautiful.”

“says you. you look gorgeous underneath the moonlight. your skin is so pretty. i'm two thousand years old and i've never felt more alive.”

“s-sh.” you mumble before moaning as he thrusts into you from below. he sits up and wraps his arms around your back, holding you close to his pale chest. his body is decorated in deep scars and old battle wounds. two distinct circle scars on his own neck indicating that he once was human.

“yn, i'm hungry.” he whispers as he eyes the flesh of your neck. he can feel and hear the blood pumping through your veins. he wants it. he wants a taste.

“do you want my wrist, hyun?” 

“no. i want more.” you swallow and look at him. puppy dog eyes, those eyes you can't resist. he sticks his bottom lip out in a pout and whines softly. “please?”

“you know i can't say no when you look at me like that.” you mumble. hyunjin grins, his fangs showing. he stills his hips, allowing your warmth to pleasure him. 

you tilt your head to the side, extending your neck as hyunjin holds onto the other with his hand. his cold yet oddly hot palm setting your own skin on fire. he brushes his lips against your flesh as he inhales your sickly sweet scent that he's been addicted to since day one.

he grazes his teeth along the skin. you hold your breath as his fangs scratch the surface. he gives your neck a soft and gentle kiss before his fangs penetrate the skin.

you whimper in pain. the stinging sensation tingling up your spine and to your fingertips. the air being knocked out off your lungs as you gasp. you grip onto hyunjin as you squeeze your eyes shut. hyunjin's penis twitches inside of you as he drinks your sweet nectar. every pool of blood coats his tongue in a sweet and savoury taste making him want more.

he's addicted and it's dangerous. he could easily drink you dry. with each passing second, you feel your blood leaving your veins. your head dizzy and lightheaded, eyes fluttering shut slowly as all your strength depletes from you.

hyunjin drinks and he drinks some more. his penis twitching and orgasm threatening to hit him. he groans, his grip on you tightening. more is all he thinks about. more more more more!!!

“h-hyun jin…” you choke out. he snaps out of it, pulling from your neck quickly. he cups your cheeks gently, blood coating his lips and the tips of his fangs.

“yn?! oh fuck! yn, are you ok?!”

“fine. i'm fine.” you say with a weak chuckle. hyunjin chews his lips, watching as you reach up and wipe away the blood from his lips.

“vampires are so messy.”

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 (𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍) | @bintificreads ; @oshimee ; @septicrebel ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer ; @lilquokka04

[fatallyaddictedtofiction]

My favourite Spn headcanons!

Btw most of these are separate- im a chronic "70 thousand different AUs for like 3 characters" girlie

Hard of Hearing Dean due to the amount of guns he's been shooting since being a kid. This is why they use silent signals when staking out places, because Dean couldn't hear the whispers.

Following on from that point, that's why Sam knows some ASL, because Dean and Sam learned as kids when Sam noticed Dean was struggling to hear especially on his right ear, and every so often Dean would teach Sam a sign that didn't mean what it actually meant (eg fuck instead of thanks)

Transfem Sam: the allegory of demon blood and feeling inherently wrong and out of place in your own body, feeling evil for not being "normal", running away to get away from John's disappointment (at this point in time Dean didnt know he was a boy so he thought he had no sons but then;

Transmasc Dean: trying to prove to his dad that he's worth it by becoming him (and overly masculine to compensate) unhealthy binding at first but when John finds out he gets Dean something decent (only because Dean can't hunt or protect Sammy if his ribs are crushed)

Following on from those, they swap clothes all the time and because Dean is smaller the clothes are big, comfy and euphoria inducing, and with Sam theyre a little tighter and she likes how it fits. John doesn't comment on it usually but occasionally grimaces when they're painting their nails together

Angels actually grow up, so Chuck had to actually raise them, but once Michael and Lucifer were around 16/15 (in cosmic aeons ofc) he relegated those duties to them to raise Uriel & Gabriel, then the others including Cas. For special cases like Naomi, Chuck raised her himself

The angels' true forms have "cores" that represent some aspect of them. Michael has a something similar to a sun or star, Naomi has liquid mercury, Castiel has a stormy ocean, Anna has spores/leaf-like things

The angel siblings betted on which dinosaur would last the longest, then Chuck thought they were getting too sentimental and sent the asteroid down

Dean hates orange juice because they couldn't afford it as kids but tried to always get it because that was Sam's favourite (Dean likes apple juice more because it looks like whiskey)

Jo, Dean and Sam used to play together as little kids, then they forgot about each other as the years went by and it broke Ellen's heart to see the boys still hunting after all those years of not seeing them

As a kid, Dean wrote letters to Mary, and left them on the nightstand of whatever motel they were staying in. John reads them and cries so hard. He always keeps them in his jacket as a reminder of what he made his kids lose and when Dean asks where they went John tries not to cry and says "i posted them, she'll read them. Dont worry". The day Dean stopped writing letters was the day John hit Dean for the first time.

Dean is dyslexic, but still helped Sam do his homework as much as he could. Because Dean mainly taught Sam how to read and write, Sam sometimes gets stuff wrong until he learns the right way at school, then comes home and teaches Dean. Dean pretends to be grumpy but hes actually really proud & grateful

Sam has a favourite stuffed toy that he still keeps with him to this day. Its a really beat up dog with floppy ears that he's never washed because he's scared it will fall apart

Cas practices Dean's (and others) mannerisms while he isn't with them so he feels like hes scaring them less (Dean finds it adorable but sad that Cas feels like he has to)

Sapphic Dean and Cas

After they save the world and theyre ALL alive and happy, Jack de-ages to around 12 and goes to school, Cas becomes a grief counsellor, Sam becomes a teacher, Dean needs more time to adjust, but eventually he and Eileen go into social working with kids

Jody and Donna are together and adopted Claire Alex & Patience.

Dean asks Jody for advice on rearing Jack the 12-year-old but Donna is of more use in that situation as Jody didn't get to raise her son to that age and the girls were past that, and Donna was around for her niece growing up so she texts Dean advice all the time

Cas likes to draw, and he ends up drawing Dean a lot ("still beautiful, still Dean Winchester")

[thesoulspulse]

Danny Phantom Randomness (Principal Masters)

Not sure if this idea has been used in the phandom before, probably not since it’s a pretty common for the principal of a school in a cartoon to be the antagonist in some way, but I thought I’d share it anyways. So here’s what I’m thinking. Personally I think it would have made a lot more sense for Vlad to switch tactics and double down on trying to win Danny over instead of going full cookie-cutter-bad-guy-that-wants-to-rule-the-world after cloning him failed which would make him realize that his little badger really is one of a kind and what he has can’t be replicated.

Up until this point Vlad’s been making Danny’s life more difficult instead of easier which was his whole sales pitch when they first met...

Vlad: Daniel, stop. Think about the things I could show you, the doors I could open for you. You, Danny Phantom, and I, Vlad Plasmius. Together, we could rule.

Then there’s these comments Vlad made to Danny in Reign Storm...

Vlad: Sneak attack, very good, Daniel.You're getting more like me with every battle.

Danny: I AM NOTHING LIKE YOU!

Vlad: Oh, you're not? Using your powers to get back at people you don't like? Throwing the first punch? You're more like me than you know.

I’m so disappointed this didn’t develop into something more interesting where Danny starts to genuinely worry he’s becoming too much like Vlad which would have made the events of The Ultimate Enemy twice as cool because it’d be like a glimpse of that reality where he’d actually become worse than Vlad. But, back to the topic at hand! I’ve mentioned this in a few of my fanfics but I think the whole cloning thing was more of a desperate attempt to get Danny on his side since Vlad never really made any serious attempts to tempt him to join willingly and just spent the whole time bashing Jack and telling Danny he’d be a better father.

With that in mind, rather than being a petty rich bully after Danny gets Vlad’s mansion destroyed in Season 3 what if Vlad decided to put his foot down to “re-educate” him so to speak? What I mean by that is instead of running for Mayor of Amity Park, why didn’t Vlad try to replace the principal of Casper High? For one thing it would have ACTUALLY made sense because the position doesn’t require living somewhere for more than 6 months and its purely based on their education and teaching experience. And I think overshadowing the right people on a smaller scale would make it more believable than the whole Mayor thing.

Vlad could of course still be a jerk about a lot of things to get back at Danny like force the whole dress code thing, however, it would have been an interesting twist if when Danny comes to Vlad to apologize and ask for a truce he graciously accepts which totally throws Danny for a loop. Why? Because that was the plan all along! Vlad wanted Danny to learn there are consequences to his actions, realized that fighting him is counterproductive, and on top of that, to actually show how much easier he could make Danny’s life by letting him become a part of it.

Honestly, I absolutely love the idea of him unexpectedly becoming the cranky overprotective type kind of like what you see in this amazing comic strip by @lilianade-comics​: https://www.tumblr.com/lilianade-comics/703807353584320512/aw-man-dont-you-hate-it-when-your-arch-enemy?source=share

Think about it. If Vlad started to make Jack look bad without actively insulting him to make Danny finally get fed up with being hunted by his parents to the point where he’d reluctantly go there just to catch his breath once the two of them agree to a cease fire. Trouble with the high school bullies? In comes Uncle Vlad who happens to be the richest man in the world and a close personal friend of the Fenton family so Danny’s off limits. Ghost attack? Vlad helps cover up Danny disappearing to fight them or even scares them off if he has an important test that day. The list goes on on what Vlad could do to either make Danny’s life a living hell in a more personalized way by invading his school life or a lot better depending on their interactions at Casper High.

Long story short its basically using the idea that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar and all that so seeing Vlad gradually start doing nice things for Danny from time to time might help change his tune. Because deep down Danny DOES want to learn more about being half-ghost, but he refuses to accept Vlad’s offer to join him because he hasn’t really done anything to make it appealing. Vlad’s always insulting Danny and his father so if you ask me, giving him the praise he doesn’t get at home or at school could change so much between them...

Vlad’s just gotta be smarter about it.

Obviously Danny would be suspicious if Vlad started acting too nice to him right away so the changes would be gradual. And whenever he goes to Vlad for help or at the very least asks if he’ll cut him some slack Vlad will reward him for coming to him first. Especially because unlike his parents, Vlad knows exactly how much he’s dealing with and I’d love it if what started off as a plan to manipulate Danny transformed into an actual student and mentor relationship leading into a redemption arc instead of whatever Season 3 was.

And there you have it. Principal Masters AU anyone?

[tixdixl]

🌹🎈🥩

Maybe for Oisin and Kingsley? Or whoever's shouting "ASK ME!" in your brain :-3

Oooh!!! These are fun! Thank you!!

🌹 (rose) - What does your oc find attractive in other people? Are these traits found in their friends and/or romantic partners? Are they found in themselves?

Kingsley is aromantic~ lol. He is in the painful place of quoiromantic where he is not capable of experiencing romantic love. However, he finds out thanks to a couple of folks that he is willing to be on the receiving end so long as he is not expected to reciprocate those feelings.

Also I need you to know... the moment you asked, my dullahan emerged looking like this:

Oisín is such a hopeless romantic and has only ever fallen in love with one person. But they could give you a long list of what all they love about Lilia Vanrouge.

Personality is huge for them. As is the sense of humor. Being demisexual, those things and how they mesh with them are incredibly huge.

That said though, they love a partner who could absolutely snap their neck metaphorically. One who is willing to take the time to get to know how their existence works and would be as much of a threat to them as they are to their partner. They dont like the idea of a power differential- unless that differential is created willingly. And the realest thing? Is that they are happiest when both their partner and they themself are capable of being strong on their own and also in the presence of each other.

They love a partner who is willing to exist and be and live with them, with no regrets or shame. They are a hopeless romantic, and thus would love a partner who would be willing to things as they hit them. They love a partner who would willingly receive their affections as their heart and the moment carry them- and a partner who would reciprocate that energy. To dance in the rain; to hold their partner until they fell asleep in their arms; to go on little outtings sporatically and with or even without any plan. To live in the moment as though no one else in the world exists.

They love having a partner who they can reflect like the moon reflects the light of the sun.

🎈 (balloon) - What does your character do at parties? Are they a wallflower or a party animal? Do they go with friends or alone?

Kingsley canonically refuses to participate in the theatrical performance during GloMas. He refuses to dance. He refuses to enjoy the festivities because that motherfucker tried to almost kill everyone and got off scott free. In general though, he really isnt much of a party goer. The only real party he actively like... participates in is his coorination celebration way after he graduates and thats kind of because his found family won't let him be a wallflower.

Oisín is shy at like... parties where there are a lot of folks they don't know. In particular, they dont go to parties unless they are going with someone they know. But if its like... a party where everyone coming is a friend or family? They will be there and they WILL participate.

🥩 (steak) - Does your oc have any coping mechanisms? Healthy or unhealthy?

This is... such an interesting question. I honestly had to spend a lot of time pondering this...

If we are being technical, fighting and hunting start out being sort of coping mechanisms for Kingsley. But when he starts making friends (cough- Jack), he starts to develop other coping mechanisms. Running and training begin to slowly become forms of coping mechanisms for him. But he still... does target practice... a lot.

Oisín on the other hand tends to self isolate and write- write everything. Positive. Negative. All their feelings conveyed on a page rather than expressed outwardly.

If you made it this far- thank you for reading ^^;

Prompt

Tag list: @ramshacklerumble @the-trinket-witch @starry-night-rose @elenauaurs @rainesol

@cyanide-latte @winterweary @thehollowwriter @theleechyskrunkly @boopshoops

@lumdays @twstinginthewind @inmateofthemind

[obsessedwithpedritoofc]

Bᴀʙʏsɪᴛᴛᴇʀ (Dɪɴ Dᴊᴀʀɪɴ)

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Din Djarin × Male Reader.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1,6 k.

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: After weeks of going after the same target, you finally went back home to Nevarro. Soon, though, you started running low on job offers and you had to look for something else to do aside from bounty hunting: babysitting. That's how you met him, the cause of all your problems.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: fluff (i guess?), mentions of hatred, mentions of parenting, no physical descriptions of reader, no use of Y/N.

𝔸/ℕ: didnt i promise something less angsty? this is a bit boring i must admit but ill make a part two —in a future i dont know how close or far. enjoy <3

𝕡𝕥 𝕚 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣

𝕡𝕥 𝕚𝕚 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤

𝕡𝕥 𝕚𝕚𝕚 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

It had been a long journey.

After several weeks —even months— of flying from planet to planet chasing the same target, it was finally over. You found the person you were looking for, you gave them in and took the money, and you came back home to Nevarro. Finally, it was time for you to find some peace after so long of being away. But that peace didn't last long.

Not many days had gone by since you had come back when people in town started to gossip. Turns out that a Mandalorian had come to Nevarro as well. And along with all the gossiping came the rumors.

Rumours about the Mandalorians having beaten Moff Guideon and taken Mandalore again.

You weren't scared about Mandalore rising back again, you had nothing to do with the planet nor its people. But you were afraid that the Mandalorian bounty hunters would start taking all the jobs you could do. You knew that many of the Mandalorians that survived the Purge had become bounty hunters and taken pretty much every job they found about —that was actually why you weren't a very successful bounty hunter yourself—. But now that they had rejoined and taken their planet back, you were a bit afraid that your difficulty to find a job would get even worse now.

Connecting all the dots, it did make sense that this Mandalorian had come to live in Nevarro. He was sort of going through the same situation as you had —though, instead of capturing a target, he had saved his planet and his people. You had heard he was a bounty hunter, too. And to be honest, that made you feel unhappy about him. It was almost as if a small feeling of hatred towards him had automatically lit inside you when you found out he was one of the people that took your job opportunites from you.

Then, seeing how things were going, you decided to take a deep breath and do things the pacific way: you got yourself another job.

People around Nevarro and the people you had worked for all knew you because of your patience. You might have been the most patient person working as a bounty hunter for some of the people that asked for your services, and you remembered having helped some people in your town whose work needed some patience. You could say it was you thing.

After some time of just offering yourself to work for whoever that needed help in town —you were honestly a bit desperate—, you got tired. So you went for something else: babysitting. You remembered once you worked as a babysitter for a neighbor of yours that was in a hurry and needed you to take care of their child. And you remembered that it had gone alright.

And since you were running out of money pretty fast, babysitting was your best shot.

It took very short time for you to be known as town's babysitter. You weren't annoyed at the nickname. That's what you were. You were even a sort of babysitter for the grown-ups, too —when you found a couple of men fighting over stupid things at a bar, when someone in town behaved like children or whatever—. But it was just your thing: being patient.

You didn't really consider yourself a parent. You hadn't ever thought of the possibility of having children, or having to take care of someone at all. But being town's babysitter made you realize that you loved children, no matter how bad they behaved or how chaotic they were or how they treated you, you just liked being their caretaker.

Your cup of water floating away from your hands took you out of your thoughts. You saw it flying a few feet up before falling back on the ground, spilling the remains of water all over the grass. A little squeal nearby made you throw your head up, looking for whoever made it. Then you heard distant mumbling.

"I told you to save that for the bad guys, not people in town", said a distorted male voice. Then, you saw someone approaching. 

No way, you thought when you saw him.

"Hey, uh... Sorry for bothering you. This little guy can't keep his hands away from... Well, everything he can make float.", the man talked again. 

"Don't worry, I've had them worse", you shrugged.

It surprised you how calm and nice he was talking to you. Since you started not to like him so much, you had also started to think that he was just a rude, cold man, like you thought the rest of the Mandalorians were —you weren't exactly wrong, but this man was... different. There was something about him that made you feel tranquil, as if your hatred towards him had suddenly gone away, vanished.

Perhaps it was the small green creature you saw, who squealed from his position between the man's arms.

Yeah, for sure it was that. The kid he was carrying made you feel better about him —you liked kids after all. The fact that he had a kid with him surprised you, and made you think that this Mandalorian didn't have as many of the Mandalorian characteristics as you thought.

"Sorry, he likes to interrupt", the Mandalorian said, taking you out of your thoughts again. "Uh, I'm—".

"Oh, I know who you are", you told him before he could introduce himself. "I don't mean like... Sorry if that sounded creepy. It's just that everyone around here has been talking about you lately, so... Yeah".

"It's okay, I've heard all the people gossiping, too. I know I'm quite... popular here in town", it sounded as if he was smiling from under his helmet.

The little green kid squealed from his shelter between the Mandalorian's arms once more, as if wanting to complain about the lack of attention he was receiving. You smiled when you realized that your cup of water floating away and falling to the ground had been caused by the little boy.

"And let's not forget this little one", you bowed down to look at him more closely, your hands on your knees to give you some support. "What was his name again?", you got back up.

"Grogu", the man said, and the kid immediately threw his head up to attend his calling. "He's actually the one that, uh, didn't let you finish your drink. By the way, I'm sorry about that...".

"No worries. I told you, I've had them worse. Waaay worse. This little guy is not a threat, is he?", you asked with a giggle. The man seemed to laugh back. You adjusted your jacket nervously in an attempt to calm the suddenly fast beating of your heart.

"He's not, if you know how to deal with him", you heard the man sigh. "Speaking of it, I heard from a fellow partner that you were good with kids, dealing with them. You're town's babysitter, right?".

Oh, he knows about the nickname, you cursed yourself and the people that had spread out your nickname.

"Err... Yeah. Yeah, I am. What can I do for you?", you facepalmed yourself in your mind. "Sorry, that was a dumb question. The kid, right?".

"Yes, the kid", the man chuckled, making your heart flutter. 

Perhaps it wasn't the child what made you feel better about him.

"Tell me, how long is it going to be?".

"Just a couple hours, a day if things go wrong. I need to go to a town near here and do some errands. I might even be here first thing in the morning. I don't want to keep him here for long or he will turn into an actual threat", the Mandalorian said with a little laugh.

"Don't worry, I'm a patient man. Even if this little one becomes a sudden threat, he'll be nothing I can't handle... I hope", you almost whispered the last part of your sentence.

"I believe you", he nodded. "Believe it or not, your name is also a pretty popular one between the mouths of the people in this town. They speak very nicely about you".

"I guess I'm just good at my job", you smiled unconciously.

"I bet you are...", the man said, also unconciously. When he seemed to realize what he had just said, he shook his head and kept talking. "Anyway, I better get going. I don't want to give you more work than necessary", he left the kid in your arms. "And I hope he doesn't bother you too much, or spills more of your cups of water", he made you laugh.

"Don't worry about that, really", you shrugged and took another look to the little green child in you arms. "I'll take good care of him".

"I hope so", the man said in a jokingly warning tone. And like that, he just turned around, ready to go.

"Wait!", you called him before thinking twice. He turned to face you again. "Uh... I know his name...", you lifted Grogu slightly up. "But I don't know yours...".

"Right. I'm Din Djarin", he turned around again and started walking back to his ship.

You stood standing like that for a while, watching as the Mandalorian walked to his ship, got up and flew away from town. Now that you had finally met this bounty hunter you hated so much at first, you didn't hate him anymore. In fact, there was something inside you that told you that the two of you would get along pretty well. And even though you knew you would see him again when he'd come back for his kid next day, you wanted to see him again, and again if possible.

You heard another squeal from the green child in between your arms. You looked down at him with a smile, remembering how the Mandalorian had given him to you and put his trust in you. Thinking about him made your heart skip a beat.

Din Djarin...

"Alright, little guy", you spoke to the kid. "Let's see how much of a big deal you are...".

[thecookietheatre]

As you look around the woods for your sheep you stumble on a group of large men. As you get a better look you see that the man with a skull mask was cutting up the sheep that you had been looking for.

You had winced about it since it was one of the newest sheeps you had received from your older brother. You decided to confront them but first you grabbed a long pointy branch that was the size of a sword. 

You take a deep breath and walk out from the bush. “W-why did you k-kil my sheep? H-he had a m-mark on his thigh that means he was branded.” You say shakily as you hold the stick in front of yourself and stand in a defensive position.

The men are all silent for a good 2 minutes before Soap responds with a shrug. “Well, sorry little lassie, We didn’t realize that this sheep belonged to someone.” 

“W-well… I guess it is a little late to get mad at- Ah hey!” You squeak as Ghost stands up and grabs the tip of the stick and jerks it forward but before it falls out of your hands you stab Ghost with it and he lets out a soft groan as it pierces his skin.

“Oh, crap, I am so sorry. You just scared me.” You say in a panicked tone as you drop the stick and run to go see if his forearm is okay.

“I can give you props for breaking skin with a stick. This isn’t just a small cute either, You got like half of and inch in my arm.” Ghost says in amusement as he pulls the stick out of his arm and lets it drop to the ground before he grabs some piece of cloth from one of his vest pockets and holds it to his bleeding forearm. 

“Y-you are bleeding so much. How about someone grabs the sheep and I will take you to my cottage so I can fix you guys some supper and stitch up the mess I made.” You say sympathetically and the men all look at each other before an older man with a hat nods with a grunt.  

Around 10 minutes go by and you have arrived at your cottage. The cottage is not too big but not too small. Its the perfect size for only one person. 

In the back yard area is a very large amount of land that just has a fenced in area with a barn to the side. The barn is painted a light pink or I guess a very faded red and white.It is a big enough barn though that it also has a top floor that would keep all of the hay. You also have a few milk cows and around 19 sheep. You did originally have 20 but there was an incident. 

You let the men into the cottage and make your way to the kitchen where Soap puts the mostly cleaned sheep into the sink before returning to the men that are scattered in the living room and the small dining table that is a circle table with 3 stools surrounding it.

You decide on making a sheep and vegetable stew and go back to the men as it boils. 

“So why are you guys so deep into the woods?” You ask softly as you walk out of the kitchen with a fruit that looks like a dragon fruit but is mainly blue with soft pinks,

“We were going hunting but didn’t get very far.” Price shrugs as he pulls out a cigar.

“Please dont smoke inside.” You say softly as you bite into the fruit and what looks like blood pours out of the fruit and onto your lips and everyone stares in confusion.

“What is that? I have never seen something like that before.” Soap asks as he stands up to look at the fruit.

“It is a blood fruit from my dimension. It is called a blood berry. It is what vegan vampires drink from instead of humans or animals.” You shrug.

“What- YOU ARE A VAMPIRE!?!” Gaz yells in horror and awe.

“Oh… Yeah…” You say sheepishly.

“Wow, calm down. We should be safe if they aren’t going to eat us.” Price says in a gravelly voice as he gets up to leave outside for a cigar break.

“Thanks for not smoking inside.” You mumble a soft thanks to him.

“Anytime doll. After all, it is your home and you did take us in and are going to feed us.” He says with a soft smile before walking outside and closing the door softly behind himself. 

“I think the stew is done.” You say softly as you close your eyes and inhale the scent of the stew.

“Ill go dish it out for everyone.” You say as you stand up and walk to the kitchen.

A few minutes later and you bring out everyone's food before grabbing the last bowl from the kitchen and going outside to personally hand it to Price.

“Here you go. Supper is ready.” You say in a soft and sweet voice as you hand him the stew and gives a soft nod and smile.

“Thanks.” He mumbles as he takes another drag of his cigar.

After dinner is done you clean the dishes and go outside to do your chores.You milk the cows and put the mild into plastic zip lock bags before using a machine to vacuum seal it then put it in the freezer in the barn all after you sift and filter the milk. After that you make sure the sheep, cows, and 2 pigs have some hay and freshwater and go back inside. 

“You guys can stay in my barn on the top floor. The only thing up there is some hay but other than that it is fully clean and ready to be slept on. If you want you can also use the hay for beds. I don’t mind.“ You say softly as you see Soap tiredly rub his eyes.

They quickly take up the offer and grab all of their backpacks and head to the top floor of the barn after you hand them a gas torch to see as it was now around 10 pm and mostly dark. They left with a tired thank you and soon after you change into your pajamas and go to bed too.

Next morning you wake up before the men and decide to make them some peach oatmeal and some chocolate milk. 

Soap is the first to wake up and as he sees you dishing up the food he leaves the door happily to go wake up the others. 

Around 20 minutes later and everyone is coming inside still half asleep but as they smell the food they almost all Immediately wake more up. You swore you could see a wet spot on Ghost’s mask from him drooling.

“Thank you luv.” Price chirps as he takes a bite and basically melts into the chair.

“This is one of the bestests breakfasts I have ever had.” Soap says in awe as he sips on his chocolate milk.

“Well thank you.” You say proudly from the kitchen as you wash up the dishes and counters. 

Soon after they are packed up and take a piss they pack up and before leaving to go back to their hunting trip they hand you a bouquet of flowers that Soap had picked from a nearby rose bush off of your property from when he took a piss.

“Thank you.” You say softly as you plant a kiss on the back of everyone's hand. 

“No problem. Thanks for the amazing meals and nice place to sleep for the night. We will hopefully come and visit again. Bye!” Ghost says in a soft but gravelly monotone voice.

Next thing you know you are sitting in front of your computer and writing a book about what has happened with a soft but happy smile on your face.

THE END? MAYBE????

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[kmmachilles]

heres the list of my favourite shadowhunter couples from all the series (not including twp for obvious reasons) bc i cant sleep

TID: Gideon n Sophie. I KNOW KNOW EVERYONE LOOVES HERONGRAYSTAIRS I DO TOO THEYRE MY HEART ND SOUL but gideon n sophie man. cmon. theres sweet hurt sophie that thinks men like gideon r assholes bc of her former employers son and will, and gideon REINFORCES that by constantly talking in spanish while hes actually absolutely down BAD for sophie. she thinks shes not good enough for him, her being a mundane 'servant' and 'ugly' from her scarred face and him being the eldest son carrying the great shadowhunter lightwood name. and then hes just there ordering scones to his room just to see sophie, and ending up stashing them under the bed bc he doesn't even LIKE them. and pretty, smart sophie, although FURIOUS at first, goes 'so yea u dont like scones. what about SPONGE CAKES???????? THEYRE MY SPECIALTY' and then he falls so in love with her and proceeds to tell everyone hes marrying her before even proposing to her. i love them.

TLH: Alastair n Thomas. i love love love them not only their pair but them as separate characters too. esp bc the two didnt have the kind of shit the other ships had to deal with like james n cordelia were 'OH HE LOVES GRACE BUT I LOVE HIM / OH I LOVE GRACE BUT IM MARRIED TO CORDELIA / I SHOULD RUN AWAY W MATTHEW / fuck im in love with cordelia.' and lucie n jesse were like 'IM IN LOVE W A GHOST WHO'S THE SON OF A WOMAN WHO HATES MY FAMILY / shes only in love w me bc im a ghost and she likes writing stories so im one of her stories SHE DOESNT REALLY LOVE ME BUT I LOVE HER BUT IM A GHOST SO I CANT *REALLY* LOVE HER PROPERLY LIKE SHE DESERVES' and ari and anna were like 'OH I LOVE HER BUT I WANT KIDS SO I'LL MARRY CHARLES WHO, BTW, IS GAY :3 / OH I LOVE HER but im a stony heartbreaker women, lock your daughters and then yourselves im coming after you / oh my god i cant marry charles I LOVE YOU ANNA TAKE ME BAACK / ha! im stony heartbreaker.' and we all know the problem w matthew n cordelia, and alastair and charles AND grace and christopher (my heart stopped beating i swear to you). like i know Alastair and thomas definitely HAD to overcome some shit but Thomas KNEW he liked guys and alastair and alastair was pr sure about it too so when they got together, they GOT together ykwim??? no hanky panky. plus theres also the 'thomas-is-basically-michelangelos-david' so yea. no brainer. theyre my fav.

TMI: Alec and Magnus. okay so this is for both obvious reasons (fan favourite) and some other personal ones. Living where i do, i had no idea you could like the same gender as yourself or ltr anything about the LGBTQ+ community at all. These two were the first gay ship i had EVER read and they are what lead me to be as confident in my sexuality as i am right now. they introduced me to the concept of thinking beyond what i was told or shown by the people that surround me and look into the world the right way, without projecting judgement. i love them for that. theyre my comfort characters and the one of the biggest reasons i am who i am right now. also magnus is pr much why i adore glitter and i manage to put it on my face every other day ahaha

TDA: Diana n Gwynn. a very, very close second is Mark n Cristina n Keiran. but about Diana and Gwynn, they literally have my entire soul im not even kidding you. Gwyn is the first person Diana opens up to about her transition and its honestly so heartwarming that Gwyn, the leader of the Wild Hunt, known to be vicious and feared by faerie, is literally just there for her to lean on. He supports her and is so, so calm and soft with her it genuinely melts me. like, this man is basically the reaper of souls and he rides a magnificent steed into the night but hes so gentle with Diana. obviously my obsession w them is reinforced by the fact that the FIRST time Gwynn sees Diana he goes 'O' and is all like 'HELLO my fair lady beautiful one gorgeous strong lovely lady' and gives her an acorn like 'call me ;)' and diana my love just, THROWS the acorn to julian and emma and goes 'do w that whatever u will' and acts like she doesnt care and when they call on gwyn he comes to help nd immediately goes '...THAT WASNT FOR YOU but ig i'll help bc ur the magnificent lady's brats :/'

so yes thats it. now pls, whatever fucking ghost is haunting me with these thoughts, PLEASE LET ME SLEEP

[lili863]

HUNTED (PT 3)

DARK! Ominis (Dominis) x Y/N or MC

Warning: 18+, Mature, Nsfw, Minors DNI

An: Welp.. better late than never, I say.... ahaha...this is longest fic I ever fucking wrote Imma be honest. But! It has been an abosulute joy thanks to all the love it received ❤️ So whenever I write for Ominis (which is all the ducking time) I try to incorporate his personality as MUCH as possible. THIS is a Dominis fic. Meaning Ominis will NOT be a soft sub who whines..(not that there is anything wrong with that 😏) it's going to be this whole other side of him that I wanted to explore (he is a gaunt, after all). A side I know many people who write for him doesn't often like to incorporate maybe..because we all love him as the soft loveable boy who is a soft dom at best, so all I am saying its going to be a little different thats it.

Also, this fic is pure word vomit, and my pent-up sexual energy converted to a word doc. I am not nesseraliy a good smut writer, but I tried my best. I hope yall enjoy

MUCH LOVE ❤️

Part 1

Part 2

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The sound of your heavy breaths rung throughout the empty quiet halls as you ran harder then you ever did.

You didn't even have the energy to think about everything that just happened, including teaching paxton a lesson he wasn't going to forget. But that thought was certainly going to be revisited later.

As you raced through the empty corridors, your boots clacked loudly against the marble floors, and you could only hope you weren't causing too much commotion.

The urgency of this chase heightened with only 15 minutes left as you scrambled over flights of stairs, the passing halls blurring in your peripheral vision. When you reach a corner, a dead end loomed before you, with more stairs leading to a higher level on your right.

Your aching body turned to move towards the stairs when suddenly a mysterious brown, rusty door materialized at the end of the wall.

You froze, observing the door with wonder. You had walked these halls plenty of times, but you dont ever recall seeing a door like this.

Had you just missed it all this time?

The activities of your late night venture, however, soon caught up to you. Exausted, you had no choice but to seek refuge behind the door. As you approached, you noticed the intricate carving etched onto the knob, its design shrouded in mystery. Slowly turning the handle, you felt a sense of relief that it wasn’t locked. You couldn't run anymore. You needed to hide.

The creaking door opened, giving away to a dark, desolate room.

Your hands reached behind you, to feel for your wand when suddenly you pasued.

With a groan of frustration, you realized Ominis had took it which mean you were now wandless.

"Bollocks" you muttered.

As you looked upon the dark room once more, you quiekty debated if this was a good idea.

Especially in this castle-

Before you could finish the thought, your ears perked up at the sound of footsteps behind. Whipping around in a state of painc, your wide eyes faced a shadow moving towards you as it seemed to be heading fown the stairs you were about to go up to.

"Damn Sharp. Expecting me to patrol when those ungrateful brats can't even do a simple job-"

Your heart began to pick up at the sound of that voice.

It was the caretaker.

Well shit. Now you absolutely had no other choice.

You quietly stepped into the room before slowly closing the door, cringing at the slight creaks.

In the dark of the room, you waited behind the door, hearing his footsteps approach the door.

You held your breath,praying they go the other way and to your relief. All you heard were his grumbles of complaints before his footstpes became fainter down the hall.

A quiet sigh escaped your lips as you slowly turned around to face the room.

There had to be some torches here you could light up wandlessly.

To your relief, a circular window appeared at the end of the room, where the moonlit night graciously casted the room in an ominous glow.

Even if it did make the room look a little creepy, you were grateful for whatever light it provided.

Squinting your eyes, you scanned the room as best as you could when the edge of a table caught your eyes at your right where a bunch of books were stackted on top.

Perfect. There was probably a candle there you light up. You approached the table cautiously, feeling your way with your hands.

What you would give right now to have your wand with you.

As your fingers touched the wood, you noticed a collection of leather-bound books and some small candles besides them.

You took one of the metal holders, which supported the waxy stick, and proceeded to cast a small flame with the tip of your finger, instantly lighting up the dark little corner of the room.

The tall stack of books was the first thing that caught your eyes. It casted a shadow on the wall behind it, snatching your attention.

A singular book laid on the table besides the stacks as you held the candle near to it to give it some light. You ran your fingers over the carving on it which read, “A Muggle’s Guide to the Wizarding World.”

How intriguing.

A smile crossed your face at the sight of it. It seemed like it was written by someone who wasn’t a blood supremacist lunatic.

Perhaps youll take this book and read it later.

Turning around, the light began to touch other parts of the room as you walked in deeper.

With quiet steps you approached the other corner when suddenly, the light revealed what stood in front you.

Fuck"! You hollered in surprise.

Your body jumped back before your heart picked up again, seemingly getting no breaks today.

The candle you held almost spilled its hot waxy substance all over you before you steadied yourself.

The dim light revealed a horde of large statues shrouded in white, dusty cloths that looked like ghostly apparitions in the dark.

Shivers ran through you in waves at the chilling sight.

"Thats no creepy at all.."

Unfortunately, your sarcastic remark did nothing to lighten the mood as you stood still in their presence.

The faces of the statues were covered, but the sheet did nothing to mask their expressions, like a curse woven into the very fabric pressed upon their features, their horrifying expressions pierced through, most looking like they were stuck in constant torment, almost clawing at the sheets.

You could feel the air in the room take a turn to something much more sinister.

Your hand drew to press on your chest in an attempt to calm yourself as your mind urgently notified you to get out of this room this instant. Your eyes flew to the door, as it was your only exit out of here before rhey slowly made their way back to the unsettling visual in front of you.

There wasn't much time left to the game. If you could brave it out for 10 more minutes, all of this would be well worth it. At least that's what you tried to convince yourself with.

You inhaled a deep breath before turning around and walking away, opting to read that book you found earlier in an attempt to distrqct yourself when suddenly a creak behind you had you spinning around with a jolt.

Once again, your heart began to slam against your chest. Everything was still, and yet something just didn't feel right.

Furrowing your brows, you focused intently, trying to pinpoint the origin of that abrupt noise. Time seemed to stand still for a brief moment, a tense silence enveloping the surroundings.

You scoffed in disbelief and shut your eyes at the ridiculous situation. To say this night has been eventful would be the understatement of the century.

Another sigh forced its way out of your lips before you turned around without another look and began walking towards the table.

You grumbled now slightly annyoed at yourself. "Must you put yourself through this torture? Really? After everything you went through? And now here you are, scared of a couple of statues -"

Mid-sentence, your head snapped towards the object of your complaints, only to find the cloaked figure mere inches away from your face.

Time stood still for a fleeting second before a blood-curdling scream tore from your throat, echoing through the room as you stumbled backward, landing on the floor with a resounding thud.

The candle in your hand flew and shattered on the floor, your precious flame fizzing out immediately and shrouding you in the darkness of the room

“Fuck”! A curse unleased from your lips as you looked upom the looming figure standing over your body.

Panting violently, you crawled backward in desperation until your back collided with the table legs. Instinctively, your hand darted to your pocket, fumbling for the grip of your most precious object , before the blood drained from your face

Dread consumed you as you realized the bitter truth – you didn't have your wand. In the very moment of direst need, you found yourself utterly defenseless.

You wanted to curse Ominis, but your attention was consumed by the baffling proximity of the statue—how it had silently moved inches away from you."

Was this room enchanted? Were these statues sentient?!

Something was wrong here.

Amidst the rows of silent statues, a single figure emitted a bone-chilling groan, jolting you from your thoughts. Your eyes widened in terror as you watched the figure deliberately rotate towards you as if it were alive.

Your immediate thought was to flee, as your eyes darted between the door and the glostly figures seemingly waiting to just jump you, but it remained still and fixed its gaze on you, almost as if it was waiting for you to do something.

There was nothing in this room within your proximity or sight you could use to defend yourself with. You could only rely on the limited amount of wandless magic you knew but the only thing you could think of that could do some amount of damage was confringo, depulso or a bit of your ancient magic which you were still working on.

But even those spells weren't powerful enough without your wand. You weren't that advanced yet.

In a split moment of clarity, you huffed with vigor.

Fuck this!

Determined not to be trapped, you took a deep breath and hoisted yourself up wirh trembling legs and marched forward through the room, laser-focused on reaching the door.

But just as you neared your escape, it looked like your presence had bothered these figures more then they let on as all of them suddenly slid towards you, stopping abruptly in your path.

You gasped in terror, once again trapped as tears threatened to spill down your face. Quickly, you retreated yet again.

Maybe you had use these spells after all. You had no choice.

With adrenaline coursing through your veins, your hands shot forward, poised to unleash any magic you can conjure at anything obstructing your path. Every fiber of your being was focused on reaching that door, even if it meant fighting tooth and nail. Just as your incantation formed on your lips, three of the statues sprang to life and lunged at you agreesivly. Their unexpected movement left you with scant seconds to react, no time to conjure the protection you desperately needed.

As your body recoiled backward, on the verge of another embarrassing fall, a powerful force suddenly enveloped your waist, swiftly pulling you back while a protective arm flew to shield your eyes from the object of your fear. You jolted violently, your hands flying to grip the arms around you as a shriek tore from your throat.

Upon being trapped by this sudden presence, your mind instantly whipped up in a frenzy of panic and fear as you writhed violently against the figure with a sob.

Without your wand, you felt helpless, and this kind of surprise was hardly what you ever encountered in a fight.

"Arresto momentum."

Suddenly, all the chaos in the room seized before compelte silence ensued.

Your body froze after hearing the incantation before realization struck you like a bolt of lightening.

The figure shielding your eyes proceeded to push you head back against their shoulders, leaving you vulnerable and at their mercy.

With a heaving chest, your shaky hands drew up to your eyes feeling the long, cold fingers pressed against them gently.

At the touch, the figure leaned down, their warm breath caressed your neck.

"Game over".

You gasped. "...Ominis"?

"Did I scare you darling?"

His taunting voice cut through the air, a striking contrast to the chilling atmosphere of the room, eliciting a whimper from your trembling lips..

Both of you knew that question didn't need an answer because it was painfully obvious.

With a small chuckle, you felt his soft lips press a gentle kiss at the side of your neck before murmering into your skin. "They're not real love."

You slumped against the figure with heaving gasps as relief washed over you at the quick comprehension of what was going on.

The atmosphere seemed less haunting now, but that was likely because you swiftly grasped the identity of the mastermind behind the hell you just went through.

With a sharp intake, you twirled around in his arms and threw your arms around in his hold, hiding your cowardly face in the crook of his neck, relishing his comforting scent.

It was Ominis all along, just having a good fucking laugh, probably because you ditched him earlier with that deranged jerk.

But how he even managed to find you or sneak into this room was something you couldnt even comprehend.

Irregardless... you lost. Miserably.

You wanted to unleash your wrath, but right now, you had half a mind to scold Ominis for this rather cruel prank as the fear still gripped your body in a paralyzing hold.

He felt your trembling body pressed against his, a visceral realization that you sought his embrace after all that happened.

A few moments passed by as everything sunk in.

You came to him.

The young Gaunt eagerly encircled your waist, pulling you into him with as much restraint as possible while his other hand cradled the back of your head.

As dark as it was, Ominis couldn't help but feel a sinister pride swell within his chest at the choice of your actions.

At the end of the day, you belonged to him. Even if you didnt know it yet

Ominis felt the dark locs of your hair tickle his face before he inhaled your alluring scent, becoming comsumed by an overwhelming possessiveness.

He was aware of how popular you were at this school.

With a constant stream of admirers vying for your attention, it was hard to control the unhinged emotions clawing at his chest as the days went by.It took all his remaining control, not hurt Alexander Paxton

He got off way too easy. And what's worse was the fact that Ominis knew that there were others like him, scattered throughout the school, all harboring the hope of one day claiming you as their own.

But this time, he wasn't just going to listen to people talk about you as if they could have you.

They can't.

Perhaps next time, he'd blast them through a window or snap their wands in half. But one things for sure, they weren't going to get away with just a simple threat of explusion anymore.

And merlin he knew..he knew how wrong it was to think like this.

Yet, no matter how fervently Ominis tried to convince himself otherwise, he couldn't ignore the undeniable truth that he would stop at nothing, going beyond boundaries, to protect what was rightfully his.

The thought of anyone calling you their girlfriend or in the future - their wife somehow made him sick to his stomach.

The two of you held each other in silence in the dark of the room before his hands, once encircling your waist, ventured lower, their grip tightening on the bony contours of your hips.

A faint whimper slipped from your parted lips, stirred by the delicate sensation. The small knowing smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth was a response reserved solely for you, effortlessly coaxed forth by the mere sound of your voice.

Thats right.

Only he could hear you like this.

With a deft flick of his other hand, the statues began to move again, but this time out of your sight showcasing Ominis wandless prowess.

You tried not to gape at the effortlessness of his gesture, but it was quite hard not to be impressed, even if you knew Ominis had a an understated talent in magical capabilities that he so cleverly concealed behind a veil of modesty.

You felt the young gaunt's nimble fingers travel lower, coiling around the back of your neck and encircling your pulse point beneath your jugular.

He observed your pulse silently as a way to check if you were truly alright, which seemed to have calmed down a bit.

You sniffled before muttering "How are you even here? How did you find me"?

Ominis smiled softly, "I gave you my word, did I not?"

"So you just decided on a whim to scare the living lights out of me?" You frowned.

A breathy laugh escaped his lips. "All in good fun, dove. I must admit, I didn't anticipate you being so utterly terrified by a bunch of statues"

The embarrassment crawled at you yet again.

"Yeah, well, how would you feel if you were trapped in a dark room with these abominable looking creatures all out to suddenly get you"?! you exclaimed, feeling a surge of annyonace rising in you.

Ominis pressed his lips, almost looking like he was trying to suppress his amusement, which still shined through his cloudy eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, go on and have a good laugh. I cant believe you find this funny when you were the one who snatched my wand! In front of a prefect"!

You pulled away from him, glaring softly.

"You mean to tell me that an ancient magic weilder like you are completely defenless without a wand"? Ominis smiles, tugging a stray hair behind your ears.

"Darling, however, did you manage to defeat a whole rebellion?"

You frowned, ready to retort a response, but really..it was a valid question. Even without your wand, you should have been able to destroy that statue with the range of the magic you were capable of. But in the heat of the moment, your mind just drew a complete blank, which wasnt an excuse you were about to give to Ominis, with him knowing you have won hard fought battles with worst odds.

"Y-yeah well.."..

You sighed, your head falling on his chest in defeat.

"Not everyone is a master at wandless magic like Gaunt. Just...please dont tell Sebastian"..

Ominis couldn't help the playful smirk that appeared on his lips highly amused before sputtering out a laugh that echoed through the room.

With a scoff of disbelief, you rubbed your temples with a sigh, trying to suppress the small grin that eventually made its way to your lips.

Your heart throbbed at the melodic sound that dissolved your pissy mood in an instant.

"I am serious, okay, please?! Sebastian would never let me live this down-YOU are never going to let me live this down, are you"?!  Your hands flew to his collars, rocking him with sob like groan. The highly amused slytherin chuckled as you whined desperately. "Ominis please"!

"I just find it fascinating how you're able to ram through dark wizards and goblins on a daily basis, and yet a bunch of statues managed to get the jump on you."

Rolling your eyes, you remark, "You will be surprised to know that fighting dark wizards and goblins is much easier since you can actually see them and not have them pop out of the dark at you"

The teasing grin on his face widened, "Well, I dont have that luxuary, and yet finding you wasn't really much of a challenge darling".

Ouch.

You grab him by the collars again with a glare, tugging him closer to your face.

"If I knew what an arrogant arse you were, I wouldn't have underestimated you like this"

With a breathy scoff, Ominis licked his lips as darted down to them.

"And yet it seems that's exactly what you did"

His retort silenced you, the truth of his words sinking in and extinguishing your anger as quickly as it had flared.

Gradually, you started to grasp the reality of your situation.

Ominis, ever observant, noticed your sudden quietude and playfully tapped his fingers against your hip, a smile playing on his lips, entertained by the gears that he can practically hear spinning in your head, trying to make sense of his unexpected presence here.

"You knew I had found you back there. Didnt you".

His sudden question hung in the air, catching you off guard.

Momentarily silent, you responded after, "....Yes. It was pretty hard to ignore how your unseeing eyes practically zeroed in on me. "

"And yet you went out of your to avoid me. We both knew I'd won your challenege already".

"I wasn't trying to avoid you" you muttered under your breath, which Ominis no doubt heard.

You felt a finger lift your chin to face him fully, a taunting smile on his lips.

"Liar".

You pulled away from his hold with a huff. Nothing was going right for this evening.

Ominis stood up straighter, now practically towering over you.

"Game wasnt over yet Gaunt. You still had to catch me".

Ominis didn't reply immediately. With a momentary pause, he stepped back and leisurely leaned against the table behind him, emitting a thoughtful hum.

"You know, perhaps I would have shown a bit more kindness tonight if you hadn't ditched me with that insuffeable twit before turning this torturous game of yours into a wild chase around the castle. But alas, it seems you enjoy testing my patience."

You chuckled quietly, making your way over to him with a smirk. "Ahhh.. I see you're still hung up on that"

Ominis scowled, a dangerous glint in his eyes as his features hardened at your teasing remark "You would be wise not to test me like this, even when it comes to you, my paitence still has its limits."

A finger smoothed over his silk green tie before grabbing it with a small tug.

Ominis seized you in response, pulling you forcefully towards him until your bodies collided.

Oh, how you loved this.

Times like this are the only chances you get to take peak at the manifestation of his other side. He always tried to hide, especially from you.

"And you should know...I would do it all over again just to see every little vein pop out of your pretty little neck".

The air surrounding the two of you dropped several degrees at your bold statment as you observed his face drop to something darker. It was the type of face Ominis had never shown even when the two fo fought. Suddenly, being so close his overwhelming presence started to suffocate you.

A throaty chuckle resonated in the air, but you knew he found this moment far from amusing.

"My suspicions are correct then. You love nothing more than to get on my nerves and see how I react. Is that it"?

Inhaling sharply, you instinctively pulled your face away, creating as much space as possible between you and Ominis. The sheer intensity of his gaze made you shrink back making you second-guess the wisdom of provoking him in such a way.

"You have some nerve darling..."

A chill of anticipation coursed down your back as Ominis leaned in.

Oh, you were really in for it now...

With a firm grasp on the back of your head, he pulled it back, exposing your neck for his view. The sensation wasn't painful, but it didn't feel gentle either.

Ominis leaned down, leaving open mouth kisses along the center of your throat, feeling the vibrations of the faint moans escaping your lips.

You hissed sharply, feeling the pinch of his sharp canines grazing your delicate skin before nipping it.

Ominis moaned lowly, feeling the small finches that racked your body with each each bite. His stomach turned in anticipation as your reqctions spurred him on.

You gripped his neck in retaliation, trying to endure the sweet pain as the flat part of his velvety tongue laved over the bruise with precision, soothing the ache. Ominis began to suck lightly, delighted in the way you squivered beneath him.

Forget a scarf... you might as well just not go to class tomorrow with how purple your neck probably looked.

In a swift motion, he seized the back of your thighs, effortlessly lifting you up.

You wrapped your thighs around his waist instinctively as he expertly maneuvered both of you, flipping you around until you found yourself seated on the table behind him.

As you held his shoulders for support, he took the opportunity to tug your core closer to where he needed you before delving deeper, his hips skillfully rolling against your drenched panties in a breathtaking rhythm.

A broken cry left your lips as you tried to clench your legs.

"W-wait.." You sighed breathlessly at the way his dominanating gestures had you at his mercy

Gripping your jaws, he bought your face closer to his until his soft lips were just ghosting over yours.

"Are you sure? You're the one who practically begged for this. "

You shivered, breathing him in not at all used to this kind of intimidating deamenor from him.

Those cloudy eyes pierced into you with a scrutinizing glare as his bulge pressed more forcefully against your core, grinding on it over and over again until you were shaking in his arms, a string of broken cries pushing past your lips.

"Ahhh...Ominis..please"..

You weren't even sure what you were pleading for. Your mind had turned to mush, consumed by the numbing pleasure Ominis relentlessly bestowed upon you.

The young gaunt released a throaty chuckle at you incoherent words as he pressed a kiss on your cheek, absolutely adoring the way you melted under him.

"Isn't this what you were hoping for all along?" Ominis murmerd into your cheek.

Any last shred of dignity left in you was far gone at this point as you nodded hopelessly.

You felt him smile into your cheeks before laughing softly "Your such a brat."

Your mouth agape, your eyes started to flutter at the dizzying rythm Ominis set, not even registering his words properly.

The wet, sticky substance drenching your panties smeared all over your thighs and onto his trousers.

Ominis could smell you already, his dick twitching and straining from the confinment.

For a moment, his fingers explored your face. Gliding over your cheeks before feeling your soft warm lips.

Hr didnt waste a second after before he surged forward and collided with them. Both of you instantly sighing at the sensation of one another

The kiss was firm and unyielding as his lips slid across yours to get a better feel of them as the world around soon faded into a blur.

You felt so soft and inviting, Ominis could practically feel the way your magical aura vibrated in air and dance around his.

Tilting your head, you deepened the kiss, urging your head further in his direction. It was as if Ominis had been patiently waiting for that final confirmation, and with a deliberate swipe of his tongue against your bottom lip, he claimed his dominance. A gasp escaped your lips as he invaded your mouth, pushing you back, leaving you no choice but to surrender.

You fought for control for a fleeting moment but soon lost to his vigor, allowing him to take complete possession.

His fingers drew up and pulled your chin down, widening your mouth to accommodate him fully, devouring you.

With ragged breaths, he tilted to get a better angle, exploring your mouth before brushing your tongue and flicking it with his.

You gasped as he sensually sucked on the tip of your tongue, eliciting a soft whimper that escaped into his mouth, which he eagerly swallowed.

The strange dominanating sensation had you tugging his hair hard, squeezing your eyes shut

Ominis grunted, inhaling you in as his fingers felt his way down to your bare thighs, giving the plump fles a firm squeeze.

You were quickly running out of air as you desperately tried to draw breath through your nose, yet Ominis showed no sign of relenting.

You tightened your grip on his hair, desperately yearning for a breath of air as you tried to pull away A pleading moan escaped you, and with one more harsh suck Reluctantly, Ominis withdrew, a primal groan rumbling from his throat, leaving a delicate thread of saliva briefly connecting your lips before it snapped, leaving you both gasping for air.

It wasn't long before Ominis leaned in to give you one more peck as his hand felt along the table where you sat and grabbed his wand.

Ominis abruptly turned around and casted a confringo spell at the fireplace behind you, catching you off guard. It became apparent that Ominis was more acquainted with the room than you, effortlessly knowing the precise location to direct his spell.

The fireplace flickered to life, illuminating the space, painting the walls with a soft, golden hue.The crackling flames burst forth its radiant heat, spreading like a comforting embrace.

"Stand up, my love," Ominis offered you a hand as you hopped off the table curiously.

With another flick of his wand, Ominis conjured the table into a huge soft mattress, levitating the stray books here and there to the other corner of the room.

You gaped before smiling softly, facing the syltherin, a devilish smile gracing his lips "Oh..you've thought about this, didn't you? Us. Entangled in bed"?

Ominis tossed his wand to the far side of the mattress with a mischevious glint to match running his hands along your hips, "Allow me to demonstrate exactly what I had in mind."

The shirt tucked in the waist band of your skirt flew out, with his deft hands quickly unbuttoning your shirt. The fabric slipped off your shoulders as the soft pressure of his hands guided you down onto the mattress.

Ominis couldn't wait another second. He wanted to feel you. He wanted to taste you.

The pale skinned male knelt on his knees in front of your form before tracing his hands up to your thighs to your knees, pleased to feel your legs spread apart for him obediently.

You watched him crawl and settle in between your legs, feeling your heart ram against your chest violently.

His fingers traced down your collarbone over the soft mound of your breast before clicking his to tongue in dispeleasure at the article of clothing covering them.

"I want these off".

You didnt miss the command evident in his tone.

Long pale fingers traced up the strap of your bra before hooking underneath and tugging them down your chest, relasing your perked nipples from their confinment.

Quickly figuring out the mechanism, he snapped the metal clasp at the back and tossed it somewhere in the room.

Finally, he felt the soft flesh your breasts, a sigh of content escaping his lips.

They're softer then Ominis had imagined. And so smooth.

You grabbed his wrists, flinching when the palms of his hand rubbed your peaks.

Ever observant, Ominis paused before grabbing your breasts and flicking the peaks with his thumbs repeatedly, smirking at the small noises escaping your lips.

"Merlin..your so soft...promise me you'll let me sleep on them after this"

His teasing remark had you giggle shyly, struggling not to cover your face in embarrassment.

Ominis couldnt wait for your reply as his hot, warm mouth encased your nipple brushing it his tongue, rolling the senerive nub between his teeth.

"Ooh..." your head rolled back as Ominis sucked with enough pressure that had sent waves of pleasure washing over you.

He kneaded your other breast as the throaty groan vibrated on your skin.

You nearly lost it. Hands shooting up to his disheveled hair. A string of moans left your lips after your legs quickly wrapped around his midsection.

Ominis quickly unlatched before giving your other mound the same love. His hot tongue pressed flatly against the other hard nub before giving it a gentle tug with his teeth. You gasped with jolt, feeling Ominis smile onto your skin before yanking off your breast with an audible pop.

If he could, he would just be buried between your breast all day, just kissing and worshipping to his hearts desire.

The fair skinned male interrwined your fingers with his, moving down and planting sweet, soft kisses down your sterum, following to your stomach.

You blushed, realizing your skirt was nowhere near decent anymore and had ridden up to pool at your pelvis.

Your eyes only widened after feeling his fingers hook under the hem of the bunched up skirt, including you panties, which Ominis proceeded to tug off with no hesitation.

A deep sigh escaped his lips as the sweet, musky scent invaded Ominis senses.

His hands smoothed over the back of your thighs before lifting them up, your bare cunt now fully exposed.

Your hands flew to your face, feeling extremely shy even though you knew he couldn't see you.

"Ominis.."

He planted small kisses down the side of your knees, a desperatkon clinging to his actions.

"All mine" he murmered onto your skin.

"You know you belong to me now..dont you love"? The restraint Ominis had on saying his true feelings completely vanished in this moment as your breath hitched. A sincerity shining in his eyes, he gazed down in your direction. Your eyes oftened at his declaration. Somehow, you knew he was finally speaking the truth about his feelings. And his words weren't just driven by lust.

"Yes," you whispered. "Yes, I do."

With one final tender kiss, he trailed his lips along the curve of your navel with a renewed vigor, planting soft kisses down the expanse of your inner thighs.

You were literally soaking at this point. Ominis felt the juices collecting on his lips as his tongue.

"All this for me, love? I didn't even do anything yet. " The young gaunt playfully gave you quick nips, causing you to buck your hips in response.

"Didn't do anything? Who's the liar now? " You replied breathlessly.

You couldn't help but let out an embarrassed squeak as he placed a teasing kiss just above your clit.

Oh, he was going to enjoy this thoroughly. As much as you loved your delicate whimpers, Ominis needed to know how you sounded when you screamed his name drowning in the ecstacy he provided with you.

The long lashes you always envied tickled your skin before you observed the beautiful male hover over your heat.

You ran your fingers through his disheveled hair, moving them out of his face before his tongue flattened against your folds and applied pressure dragging upwards and flicking across your clit.

"Ah fuck-" !

The obsencity that flew out of your mouth ignited a primal hunger within Ominis as he savored his first taste of you.

Your head rolled back and fell to the mattress as your hand flew to grip the sheet besides your head. Your legs instantly went to clamp shut from the sentivity, but Ominis firmly held the back of your thighs with an unyielding grip, raising them higher and causing them to brush against your stomach.

Your sopping cunt was on full display and there was nothing you could do, completely at his mercy.

He dove down and repeated the action, but this time paused to close his lips around clit and suck harshly.

Your back rounded with another strangled cry as tears pricked your eyes.

Ominis slurped your juices with a deep groan before his tongue swirled around the hard pearl, flicking it over and over.

"Oh fuck Ominis"!

Your ecstatic cries reverberated through the room, filling the air as you bucked against his face, jolting with each suction of the hard nub on your core.

Ominis growled letting your thighs fall beside each side of his face before wrapping his hands around naval to keep you grounded as he continued his assault on your cunt.

Shamlessly licking and bitting alternating between you clit and folds.

Ominis let out a guttaral moan that vibrated against pussy, his grip on you stomach tightening.

Fuck you tasted good. He had imagined eating you out many times, but his fantasies couldn't hold a candle to how you actually felt.

The sounds of slurps, kisses, and groans filled the room as you felt a knot tighten harshly in your stomach, almost to the brink of being painful. You were so close, and Ominis sensed it.

He brought one of his fingers and dragged them down your folds until he found a slit.

The long appendage slid across the entrance back and forth as if to determine this was where he could push it in.

Cautiously, as to not hurt you, one finger pushed into you as you gazed down at Ominis nervously. The unfamiliar feeling didn’t hurt at with how wet you were. That is until Ominis decided to put a second finger, and that’s when you felt the sting.

You hissed arching your back, ready to ask him to take it out, but Ominis anticipated it.

His lips flew to your clit, giving another mind numbing suck causing to you contract around his fingers, effectively distracting you from the pain.

Your gummy walls felt otherworldy to him. How wondered how you would feel with dick penetrating you instead of his fingers.

Slowly, he began to pump harder, picking up speed as you helplessly writhed in hsi embrace

His other hand swiftly reached up, firmly gripping the hand on top of his head, pinning it down by your side, and intertwining your fingers.

Your hips began to stutter as his fingers began curling inside, dragging out against your walls and plunging back in before you got a chance to breathe.

Ominis groaned, his face buried onto your pussy, drowning in his own ecstacy with how tasted before feeling another gush of your lqiuids burst onto his lips as he pumped harder.

Your eyes fluttered shut as your chest heaved rapidly feeling the oncoming orgasm.

With one last snap of his fingers, white hot waves drowned your entire body as you convulsed violently against his face, mouth ajar and eyes rolling to the back of your head before shutting tightly.

Ominis had never felt so turned on in his life feeling you getting lost in the pleasure he provided.

His aching dick demanded to be taken care of as Ominis rutted into the mattress to give it some friction.

"I cant anymore..ahh-Ominis"!

He was still eating you through the orgasm as it faded after a while, and you started to whine from the sensitivity.

The young slytherin finally unlatched from your core with a smirk, licking the glistening juices dripping down his chin after giving you the most earth-shattering orgasm.

You slumped against the mattress, somehow more exhausted than him, watching him crawl over you.

"Merlin, you tasted heavenly"

You shook your head, bring his face closer to yours. "Oh my goodness Ominis...I dont think I can feel my legs".

The young gaunt laughed, giving your thighs a light smack.

"That's too bad, I was just getting started, love."

Before you could react, his hand seized your hips, forcefully flipping you over to lie on your stomach. A surprised squeak escaped your lips as you felt his strong hands pulling your hips closer, bringing the tip of his eager bulge to press against your wet core.

Ominis glided his hands over the spine of you back before his palms rounded the smooth flesh of your ass, salivating how pleasnt they felt.

"Fuck dove, how can you be so perfect".

He couldn't help but give your cheeks a sharp smack with a wicked grin, delighted with the way he felt them move, as the lust clouded bis mind.

You yelped, just knowing there was going to be a visible print back there. It seemed he was adamant about marking you in every way possible tonight.

Perhaps Sebastian was truly the innocent one in your group with the way Ominis claiming you.

Blind to the unfolding scene, your senses were heightened, feeling the scorching press of kisses trailing along your spine. One hand skillfully parted your thighs, granting more access to your heated core, while the other gently swept your hair aside, revealing your neck in all its glory.

Ominis hovered over you, his breath fanning over your ears. "Dont think you're forgiven just yet, Dove. I'll make you cum around my cock so hard you wont even be able to take a step out of this room tommrow".

His low husky words caused your breath to catch in your throat, sending a shiver down your spine. You knew, without a doubt, that he intended to fulfill that promise.

With your cheeks pressed against the mattress, you stuttered, "H-have you always been this wicked Ominis"?

His nose pressed against your cheeks as you felt the mischeivious grin on his lips.

"Only because of you, love. Dont worry, this way we can spend the day together, and I can help make you feel all better".

"Yeah? And exactly how would you help when you're, the one who caused it the first place, " you whispered back breathlessly.

Thr fingers that laid on your thigh trailed up before gliding through your slick folds, earning a deep moan from you.

"Like this"

His fingers plunged into your sex yet again as you cried into the sheets gripping it tightly.

Ominis bit your ears dragging it out with small grin before pressing soft kisses on your neck, contrasting the way he roughly fucked you with his fingers.

"That's it. Cry for me... just. Like. that".

A broken sob of pleasure rung in ears as you arched your back, tears streaming down your from the brutal pace Ominis set.

The young gaunt gritted his teeth, losing his mind with how your core sucked his fingers in, shivering at the wet squelching noises echoing through the room.

But you were still painfully tight. And as eager as he was to stuff you to the brim, the last thing he wanted was for you to be in too much pain.

A thought suddenly entered his mind before his fingers experimentally began to spread apart within your wet walls, sissoring you as gently as he could.

You grunted, gripping the sheets tightly, writhing in his hold.

"I know.. I know, just a little more love. Then I'll make you feel good"

You let out deep breath, instinctively rutting against his fingers in an attempt to accommodate

Once he felt you were okay, he pulled his fingers out, now kneeling back from your shaking form, unbuckling the belt on his trousers. You bit your lips, turning head around, watching nervously before you see a pale prick spring out of its confinment with an angry red leaking tip

Gripping your hips, Ominis lifted your rear to align with his pelvis, where his erection eagerly awaited.

A wavering sigh pushed past your lips as Ominis glided his leaking tip over your slit before finally, he gently pushed the tip in.

....Oh fuck.

The stretch was already getting to you.

Ominis grunted at the tightness, more worried about how you felt before he heard small noises of pain escape your lips.

"Breathe darling..."

Sucking in deep breaths, you allowed yourself to try and relax, reminding yourself that this is was Ominis. The person you truly loved.

After a couple of moments, the stinging subsided before you took control and pushed you hips back further, allowing him to slide deeper into you.

Ominis tightened his grip on your curve, your hips, a concentrated look, etching his face.

"Are you sure your okay"?

The worried voice had you smile before licking your lips, feeling the tinge of pleasure slowly washing over you as the outline of his erections dragged past you twitching walls.

You pushed your hips further, filled to the hilt feeling the tip touch a deep part of you that made you gasp.

"Omi..please start moving- ahh this feels s-so good".

Your heart throbbing pleads had Ominis lightly scoff, a dark grin appearing on his lips.

"Look at you...feeling brave already"?

You bit your lips, trying to suppress the cocky smile as Ominis smirked, pumping in and out slowly.

A shaky breath left his lips at the sensation of your soft wet walls sucking him in every time before he pulled away. It was unlike anything Ominis has ever felt. Now he was afraid rutting himself into his hands at the thought of you just wasn't going to cut it anymore.

You gasped, breathing heavier, feeling his dick plunge into your harder and faster. And soon you turnee into a crying mess again, feeling the tip of his dick kiss you deep. Ominis sensed it as soon as he touched it. The spongy little wall at the end thay made you flinch every time.

Licking his lips, a dark smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he began to pound deeper, your ass bouncing against his pelvis violently.

A loud whimper escaped your lips as you felt Ominis's other hand caress your backside, the touch followed by a sharp and resounding smack as he rammed into you balls deep, drowning in how delicious good you felt.

One particular snap of his thrust had you squeeze your walls around him tightly, causing the young slytherin to stutter in his thrusts with a gasp.

Your walls began to contract, and you couldn't help but tighten around him harder as Ominis groaned at the mind-numbing sensation.

Before you expected, Ominis grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you face down into the mattress, fucking into you at an angle that allowed the dick to hit your g spot.

Your voice cracked with the yelp that pushed past your lips, back arching further, allowing him better access.

Ominis head rolled back, his mouth ajar at the new postion, your head down and ass up in the air.

He kept hitting your cervix repeatedly as your eyes rolled back. Ominis may not be able to see the sweet sight of your wrecked out pussy fluttering around his cock, but just the thought it had him double over you, waves of hot pleasure racking him.

Leaning down, he encased your entire back, hovering over your trembling figure before slowing down his pace to deliberately grind into you, sensing the way you jumped slightly.

"Your doing so good love" he pressed a kiss to your temple before wrapping an arm beneath you, taking a hold of your jaw.

He lifted your face, tilting it gently to the side, granting him access to plant tender kisses on your bruised neck.

"Do you want to come darling" ? Ominis murmered.

You whine lightly, leaning into his touch "Please"...

The young Gaunt chuckled lightly amused but more so happy that you were enjoying this as much as he did.

"Very well".

The curt words hung in the air for just a second when suddenly, his hand swiped underneath to reach your gushing core before gliding over to your clit.

Simultaneously, Ominis pulled back before thrusting into you hard, rubbing your pearl viciously.

A scream tore from your throat as your white knuckles clenched the sheets tightly under you.

Ominis grunted, sensing he was close, but he was a man of his word. When he said he would make you cum hard. He meant it.

With deep, forcful thrusts, he felt the tip of your cervix again, a smirk appearing on his lips at the rediscovery.

The young slytherin attacked your clit mercilessly as he pounded into you with a strength that kncoked the air out of your lungs.

You thought you were going to pass out with the stars that began to appear at the corners of your vision, your orgasm hitting with a force you almsot couldn't take.

Your mouth ajar, the sounds stuck in your throat, you spasmed fierecly against him, letting the high take you over. The way you pulsated and clenched around his cock had Ominis falling into his own orgasm releasing spurts of his white milky seeds into you. He bit your shoulder as your contracting walls milked him for everything he had.

You groaned, feeling the hot substance fill you up before dripping out of your hole.

Both if your moans filled the room as you both experienced a high that was now burned into your memories.

Ominis had finally claimed you in every way possible.

After a fleeting pause, Ominis mustered the strength to lift himself up, the weight of exhaustion tugging at his every move. Determination fueled his actions, overpowering the weariness. With a gentle yet firm grip on your waist, he rolled you over to face him, his touch evoking a tingling sensation across your skin. As your eyes met his glistening, sweat-drenched form, you couldn't help but be captivated, a lump forming in your throat. Ominis leaned in once more, his forehead gently resting against yours.

"Thank you".

You shook your head "For what...your one the who did all the work here".

Ominis pressed a tender kiss to your forhead with a smile, "No. I meant thank you... for agreeing to be mine"

Oh...

You couldn't help but feel your heart swell at his words, staring up at him adoration. Your hands reached up to cup his jaw, warching him lean into your touch.

"I was always yours Ominis".

Your lover flashed a soft grin, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep kiss, and you eagerly reciprocated. After a few blissful moments, you both pulled away, and you noticed his arms tremble slightly, indicating fatigue and a desire not to overwhelm you with his weight.

Without a moment's hesitation, you firmly grasped the back of his neck, pulling him down towards your chest. Ominis emitted a sound of surprise at the sudden movement, now fully positioned on top of you.

"Just rest, love. Werent you the one telling me how you wanted sleep on top of me like this" you giggled.

"But-"

"No buts, you're not hurting me just just relax."

Ominis let out a soft chuckle, settling in with ease as he felt the warmth of your soft skin beneath his face. A contented sigh escaped his lips as both of you shifted to find comfort in your new positions.

You summoned one of the sheets from the surrounding area, conjuring it into a soft blanket and draping it over the two of you. The blissful aftermath of your intimacy combined with the cozy warmth of the crackling fire enveloped you, creating a sense of comforting contentment like never before in your life.

Ominis couldn't have been happier at how this evening ended, grateful that you even bought up this game to him in the first place.

He imagined in the near future, he could tell this story to his kids about how he and their mother had confessed their love for each other after playing an exciting game of chase throughout the dark castle.

Minus the rough mind blowing sex of course.

Ominis felt your fingers rake through his hair, your calm even breaths already lulling him to a sleep. As he teetered on the edge of sleep, a resolute determination welled up within him. He made a solemn vow to himself to create a future where he would wake up every day to the comforting presence of you by his side. And it was promise he intended to keep. After all, he was a man of his word.

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ The Boxers At A Haunted House ☆

Stopped thinking about spore for this one, thats when you know its important (woah) by this i dont mean actual spirits i mean the fake halloweenie ones btw

Glass Joe

- Just screaming, even at the people not supposed to be scary

- "AH! You scared me!"

- "Joe i dont have anything on"

- "i know but still"

- hes just running for his life

- keeps tripping over things, he would probably be the first to die in a horror movie

- climbed on von kaiser at some point from fear

- "GET OFF ME!!"

- "AHHH!!"

- his scream makes everyone scream, hes such a scream queen its not funny

- threw a chair at piston hondo from fear at some point

- Literally begging for his life

- #1 to get thrown at the culprit whenever hes running away with a group

- keeps getting chucked at the employees

Von Kaiser

- screaming along with Joe

- flinging things around from fear, those underpaid employees are gonna have to work overtime to pay the medical bills kaiser caused them by throwing a entire ass table at them

- cannot speak, at all, hes just screaming, causing everyone else to also scream

- "AHHHH"

- "AHHHHHH!!"

- "AHHH!!!???"

- pushes whoever is next to him at whatever is chasing him

- "TAKE HIM INSTEAD!!"

- "oh"

- making barricades & hiding

- sneaks up & attacks one of the employees

Disco Kid

- sacrificing Joe to the employees

- hiding with kaiser

- Just laughing like crazy because he cant take 18 grown men screaming in unison seriously while cheap horror music is being played in the back with people chasing them in cheap halloween costumes (almost typed creamed ☹️)

- keeps giving away their hiding spot from all the giggling

- "SHHH!! SHUT UP SHUT UP YOURE GIVING US AWAY"

- hes just losing it while hiding in the closet

- hondo had to hold his mouth shut while they hid

- giggling while pushing the employees jokingly, ended up breaking a few bones

- having the time of his life

King Hippo

- keeps "accidentally" scaring people

- the real fear factor is him falling down the stairs, hit 3 people while falling like a bowling ball (STRIKE!)

- also laughing with disco, theyre both hysterically laughing while the others are just shaking in fear

- scared off the employees

- keeps falling & bumping into things

Piston Hondo

- actual screams of terror from him (damn he could be a good actor)

- hiding with disco & von kaiser

- hes acting like a actual serial killer is chasing him and the boxers

- begging for mercy from whoever scares him

- Real jumpy

- "DONT KILL ME!!! I HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR!!"

- "huh??"

- "nevermind its you"

- accidentally begged for mercy from Aran

- running blindly, had to be hunted down by bear hugger after they got finished

Great Tiger

- screaming back at the employees, uno reverse their ass tiger go get em!!

- Just gasps like a concerned white mom at whoevers trying to scare him

- hes chasing people instead of being chased

- guiding performers to von kaiser, piston hondo and disco kids hiding spots

- "yeah theyre there"

- "YOU BACKSTABBING WHORE."

- the evil is showing (that or hes just having fun)

- shouting really concerning things while he watches people get chased

- "EAT THEIR SKIN!!"

- "excuse me"

Bear Hugger

- actually accidentally jumpscaring people

- he doesnt really scream, he just goes "OOH!" And just runs like a toddler sprinting from the bathroom from a overflowing toilet after putting too much toilet paper in it

- only person who isnt sacrificing Joe

- giggling, accidentally jumpscared Bull & ended up getting decked in the face

- "eeheeeehee ow fuck"

- "whoopsies"

- ended up having a nice chat with one of the employees, damn who knew zombies liked to fish

- grabbing as many people as he can if he gets scared enough & decides to scram, hes not letting anyone die no thank you

Don Flamenco

- hes just getting chased by Aran & some other employees, also real screams of terror

-the real scary sight is him with his balding head & gay ass run

- being overdramatic with Hondo

- "leave me here to die.. Go escape with the others.."

- "NOOO!!"

- hondo & him are acting like theyre being chased by actual murderers

- acting like a victorian child with scarlet fever whenever he trips over something, the spins and everything

- ran face first into a door, his eyeliner is still stuck there

Aran Ryan

- also working with the employees

- got an axe and started terorrizing everyone

- cackling like a gremlin literal "nyehehehe" coming from this man

- concerned for hondo

- tried to climb on a bookshelf & jump on disco kid, face planted instead & got laughed at for a hour

- "he was a fairy..."

- that still keeps him up at night

- chasing don flamenco, theyre doing a literal cross country marathon

-recorded Don flamencos silly ass run

Soda Popinski

- laughing at Bull accidentally decking people in the face

- terorrizing macho for funsies

- accidentally broke a light & scared the shit out of everyone

- grabbing ankles for fun while hiding in the dark

- watching everyone scream & losing it

Bald Bull

- hes just punching anyone that scares him

- Just chatting with tiger

- was fine until Aran came out with the axe, put that axe down irish boy

- only here because Macho Man accidentally typed "all of you are gonna cream your souls out", will never let him live that down

- adopted joe with with soda for a while until he ran from Aran & lost them

- he has never decked this many people in the face in one night before

Super Macho Man

- made the famous "creamed" typo

- "I MEANT SCREAMED!!"

- "i dont think thats a haunted house.. youre thinking of something else"

- "STOP!!"

- pretending to not be scared, running for his life

- ended up crying on the floor when aran with the axe came out

- flirted with one of the employees at some point, hes out here trying to get that ghostussy

Mr Sandman

- convinced one of the employees to take a break & wore their costume

- got found out instantly by Bull

- keeps being jumped onto

- knocked over a bookshelf from laughing too hard at hondos screaming at some point

- patiently waiting for Joe to get up because he keeps tripping over while running

- chasing Aran with a metal pipe, its just a cycle "PUT THAT DOWN" now oh god

Extra

Aran brought a camera and caught some wonderful once in a lifetime sights, these include: Macho Man crying on the floor, glass joe hiding behind soda & bull, bear hugger doing a highfive with a zombie & Sandman looking really pissed off while holding a metal pipe

[beesmygod]

BLOODBORNE LORE Q+A PART 1: SETTING

*BLOCK "long post/" or "bloodborne" to banish these from your dash!!

my friend shawn has finished his run of bloodborne recently which i was SOOOO excited for and throughout the process he indulged whatever is wrong with me by asking me lore questions. he has now finished his quest and i can answer all his remaining questions in this post, which is also peppered with his commentary on his experience (good, funny). as always i write these posts to try to be entertaining to ppl familiar with bloodborne and ppl who are fandom rubberneckers. i understand you. i long to cater to you as one of you. come with me on this bloodborne adventure...[holds out a hand covered in some kind of weird grey shit]

he has many good questions and i have too many words so this must be broken up into so, so many posts. even then these are going to be so long and make me look totally insane. dont like it? keep scrolling bitch im reloading my flintlock pistol. your ass is grass in 1-3 minutes.

ALL OF THIS IS MY PERSONAL INTERPRETATION AND NOT!!! FACT!!!! I ENCOURAGE YOU TO COME UP WITH YOUR OWN READING OF THE TEXT BASED ON YOUR OWN EVIDENCE AND WHATNOT

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THE HUNTER ASKS:

[sooooo smartly] i dont know.

the moon in bloodborne is one of the weirdest seemingly deliberate inconsistencies throughout the game. it has a bunch of bizarre qualities including the fact that it's a physical object that gets loaded in and its not part of a skybox that just gets switched during cutscenes. despite the inherent terror of the blood moon taking up so much space in our collective brains, it only appears in yharnam, the cathedral ward and yahar'gul. ive seen a lot of theories about why cainhurst or byrgenwerth have regular moons, but i think the more likely answer is that the blood moon is only affecting yharnam. these are also the only places where the tentacled amygdalas or, as they're known internally, "false gods" can be found.

these things

THE HUNTER ASKS:

eileen knows too! she knows about dreaming ("No more dreams for me. This is my last chance.") AND the doll. ("You still have dreams? Tell the little doll I said hello"). both were kicked out of the dream because they no longer hunt beasts, thus breaking their contracts. djura protects them and eileen hunts hunters.

at the start of the game you "sign a contract" with the blood minister and get a yummy yharnam blood infusion that gives you access to the dream. presumably, all hunters do or did this to join the hunt and the doll's dialog ("Over time, countless hunters have visited this dream.") reveals that the hunter's dream was once host to many hunters. they likely all dreamed before going mad.

THE HUNTER ASKS:

yeah check this out: if you line your brain with eyes, you have insight. get it. eh? ehhhh??

the witch of hemwick is PROBABLY not wearing eyeballs...fresh ones at least. pebbles are calcified eyes that have hardened due to whatever force causes blood to calcify in bloodborne world (leading to blood shards, blood gems, etc). VERY RARELY will they drop an actual eye, which the item description reveals was taken "quickly" before death or immediately after.

eyes are used exclusively to access the hintertomb chalice, which is of interest to the church because it appears to be where they get their church slaves from (more on this later). BUT the women of hemwick do more than eyeballs. they create bone marrow ash by burning corpses and. hmm. well.

you're right. there's no beasts here. there's no beasts where there's incense in the game, like the parts of the labyrinth that the church has explored (evidenced by the architecture and censures that resemble those in the cathedral ward) or entrances to upper cathedral ward/forbidden woods. a few characters mention that they're running out of it or that it's masking scents. its the reason why the suspicious beggar has to stand outside oedon chapel lol. he cant deal with the stinky anti-wolf smoke

you know where else there's no beasts? yahar'gul. and the only incense is found in the cells where they keep their meat for experiments. but there is an unexplained burning corpse or two in the middle of town.

if you break incense pots, they're full of bones. O_O oh shit i just noticed something lol: eileen's mask says "The beak contains incense to mask scents of blood and beast." YUCK!

the witches are not really educated and do not seem to partake in blood ministration as they are missing any bestial traits. it seems like they are "for hire" and work for both byrgenwerth and the healing church supplying parts from the graves they "maintain".

THE HUNTER ASKS:

it seems like they did once at some point in history and had to give up due to a combination of no more room to bury people and something going wrong with the corpses of yharnamites (more later!).

we know a little bit about yharnam funeral customs by way of eileen's crowfeather set which states that yharnam's treatment of burying the dead is considered a taboo and shameful act by outside cultures which leave their dead to "sky burials", a type of funeral ritual where the corpse is left for birds (like the fat ass crows in this game) to pick clean. those birds are eating so good lately.

perhaps the reason why underground burial is considered distasteful is due to the fact that the great ones were once buried underground by the pthumerians. the graves in the forbidden woods (including the forbidden grave) are, according to the art book, tombstones for great ones.

here are some ways we know yharnamites deal with corpses:

cremate them for profit

bury them

exhuming them for profit

just leave 'em there

lock them in caskets and run before they come back

experiment on them

chuck them in a hole and forget about 'em

fake iosefka does the last one. someone (her?) exhumed a grave near her clinic that was absolutely packed with corpses and they dug deep enough to find an entrance to the hintertomb. the player must enter the hintertomb through a chalice ritual, but this locations is either THE or one of the ways that the hintertomb was discovered.

the hintertomb is described as an auxiliary wing of the pthumerian labyrinth filled with "unceremonious" tombs. hemwick witches can be found here, likely looking for some fresh product to move. its where various people and organizations dump their trash. you can find piles of dead pigs, fake iosefka's failed experiments, some church giants left to die (presumably, they did not originate from there as they are already belled), and some other crap.

how do we know this is the entrance to the hintertomb? first, there's the amount of tomb mold blooming here. it explicitly grows only in the old labyrinth

second, they both share an environmental hazard unique only to them (and the nightmare frontier, whatever. IN THE REAL WORLD): POISON SWAMPS as a consequence of the decaying great one corpses.

i forgot the question. i think my point was that there are now so many bodies they're running out of things to do with them and its starting to be a problem. they are both taking things out of the labyrinth and throwing things in. yharnamites have a general disrespect for cultures and customs and it's really biting them in the ass

oh wait i remember. i was tying this back into the part about where the church gets their slaves from. all the church attendants and giants are pthumerians. the primary difference between them and their labyrinth counterparts are the lack of open slack jaw. and the fact the church pthumerians drop blue elixir.

Dubious liquid medicine used in strange experiments conducted by high ministers of the Healing Church. A type of anesthetic that numbs the brain.

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the next part will also be...MORE ABOUT THE SETTING. until next time (later today)

[sammygender]

Sam watching John and Dean and how much John relies on Dean emotionally and how much it drains Dean. Dean who starts hunting and has to be strong in front of dad, but surely younger brother will let him talk, that kid loves chick flick moments. Sam realizing what he's being pulled into, and that's what makes him run away to Flagstaff.

john -> dean, then dean -> sam is such a thesis for that family i swear. its like clockwork. cycles of abuse! yeah i can just see john taking out his feelings on dean -> dean takes them out on sam happening precanon.

john partnerifing dean, dean partnerifing sam. i have a line somewhere in my google docs that was meant to go in a fic kind of about this… something about dean growing up always feeling a tiny bit like the housewife and him having a certain delight, now that theyre adults, in the fact that sam occupies that role for him, that hes become the john.

like i do think on one level dean would hate to think that he’s become his father or whatever because he knows how damaging john was. but then again. on another level i think it would please him, to think that he has the same authority & masculinity & control. there’s that line where sam’s like ‘you sound like dad’ to dean about jack. i dont remember deans reply but im fairly certain its not ashamed of himself.

all that being said, wrt dumping his emotional problems on sam, i do 100% completely see it but i also think dean has a lot more interest in preserving sam’s innocence than john ever does in preserving dean’s. and i’m not saying this as a good trait considering dean is definitely still mentally using this as an excuse to lie to sam, even years after sams too old for it to apply!! because he DOES love to lie to sam. but he also loves to make everything he feels sam’s problem! so i can see that happening precanon too <3

[dullgecko]

Heyo so u wanted to come if on anon for a while now but also wanted to have another headcanon or idea to share when I do, but I think I’m pretty taped out for new ideas.

Anyway here I am surprise 🎉

I still regularly check out your page and I always enjoy seeing the new posts and responses plus any updates to the chaos horde au.

Also I know I said I’m out of things to share at this moment but I did have one small thing for my new favourite of Tiktik;

I remember a post about goblins having very strong opinions on fashion and the idea that once they find a look they like they stick with it and go full force with it.

So Tiktik decides to stay in elmville for a while just to visit the gang, particular her pretty cleric and see how they just generally live their lives etc.

Part of this is going to a mall or clothing store to get her solace appropriate clothing. My initial thought was to Tiktik was going full goth mode since she’s used to wearing dark clothing anyway like most goblins do to blend in with shadows and night and I imagine her loving the intricate shiny jewellery, studs and spikes she can add.

But then I thought hang on, for the first time in her life she doesn’t have to worry about camouflage or standing out to much or she’ll possibly be eaten, and now has access unlimited to all these new and exciting clothes (Fabian offered to buy her anything she wanted and get it tailored to her size later, he claims it’s just a welcome gift but secretly it’s more of a thank you for helping get me and Riz together gift).

So she goes for the brightest most gaudy clothes she can find, I’m talking rainbow leggings, several different kinds of bright plastic bracelets on each arm and necklaces along with the loudest patterned shirts and skirt/shorts anyone’s ever seen.

She comes out of the dressing room and while everyone saw the clothes she picked out it’s still a shock to actually see it all together and before anyone can say anything to try and talk her out of her fashion choices, Kristen does her best impression of a suggestive/impressed goblin growl genuinely finding the outfit she’s wearing to be HOT (she wears tie dye and a yellow tracksuit, her fashion sense aren’t the best).

Also thing honestly was only meant to be a small thing but it kinda got away from me 😅

Xx

God i love it so much but also AHHH HI <3

The goblins up in the mountains actually have fairly nice clothing. They might not have cotton, but they have a kind of silk harvested from creatures they farm in the darkness of their caves. Very strong and rip-proof so it can withstand their claws and it feels wonderful against your skin. Adventurers used to find bolts of the silk in goblin caves and attributed it to them stealing it from elven settlements.

The stereotype of a goblin wearing threadbare rags is only because adventurers were constantly encountering them after destroying their homes and trying to exterminate them. Textile arts take time and if you're constantly running for your life and moving you dont have time to make any new outfits. It gets put on the backburner even more so if your species doesnt have much of a taboo about nudity.

Its almost always dyed mostly greens and dark browns so their camoflage doesnt get disrupted too badly but it's all tailored to fit well, and tight, so it doesnt get snagged on anything.

Other than the silks they'll usually also have leather clothing. There's plenty of it to go around since they hunt for 99% of their food so its usually what smaller kits wear since they'll grow out of it fast.

Tiktik comes to Solace and there's just SO MANY different fabrics and colours, so she spends hours just wandering around a store running her hands over things to test how they feel (some of the textures are repulsive and Riz agrees). She finds some stuff she likes and goes a little wild on the colour choices ands up stepping out of the changing room and its just like

Riz is kindof glad he's wearing light-filtering glasses.

[aquamata]

some of my pokemon teams :> for @yuuichirouh bc i want you to see them lol

so i don't really have any of my og teams on their games except for alpha sapphire, sword, and violet. and thats because i replayed the ds games so often, but im sure ive transfered them to home or another game

BUT from my most recent playthroughs this is what i got C:

This is my most recent save from diamond and tbh i didnt play diamond that much ever since i got platinum bc i could get glaceon wayy sooner without help.

but this trainer card was my team my very first run when i was 13 :)

not too uncommon from what many other people used LOL

NOW THIS IS PROBABLY MY FAVORITE TEAM EVER, i know its not balanced but idc about that it's got some of my fav pokemon and a cute little guy mascot (chimecho:) it's definitely not the team i first played platinum with but i like the lil story i made for it when i did this playthrough so it's very special to me <3

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I was in the middle of replaying black and white and w2 for a story i was gonna write i think so i don't have any saves for them yet but heres some teams i know i used for black, white, and black 2

tbh i replayed the gen 5 games so so much i used a lot of their pokemon and i loved a lot of them too, but these were the ones i remember the most and my white playthrough i probably my favorite bc braviary is one of my favorite bird pokemon :)

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OH WAIT I ALMOST FORGOT SOULSILVER

ok this is the only team i remember playing soulsilver and i don't have the game cartidge because i sold it a long time ago for quick cash T0T MY BIGGEST REGRET!!! i've been on the hunt for another copy to play with again but gotdamn i dont wanna spend hundreds of dollars for this game no matter how much i want it T^T

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okie heres my tiny team for Y . i did try that shiny hunt fishing technique to get that shiny Dragalge tho B) tbh this isn't my first y team either because i specifically remember using that ice rock dinosaur that i forget the name of.

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OK and here's my alpha sapphire team, first time in hoenn and this is my first and only team for this save lol and i know that because it's that shiny metagross you got as a promotion, ALSO shiny bellossom i found randomly and i named him basil c:

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i dont't have my first moon save or the sun save i played like once but my last save on moon was primarina, lilligant, minior, mimikyu, snorlax, and mismagius. i hate how they don't have a hall of fame pic with all of them at once in sun and moon and beyond but oh well T-T

here is that shiny minior i got from chain shiny hunting named pinball <3

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OKAYY MOVING ONNN, heres my sword team, and yeah i used three pokemon from my platinum run because this was right after i finished platinum with that team i liked so much i used them again for sword because they were available LOL

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and finally my violet team <333 alll girls and i was laughing about this with my discord friends because this was just a girly pop run and we were all amused by it lololol

anyways sorry this was so long but id love to see your teams too!!! yknow what @hopefulstarfire i wanna hear you yap about your og teams too

[pocketramblr]

For the five ask game, how about an alternative universe where Izuku is a clone of aizawa? like he was a failed attempt at gaining erasure after afo failed to nab it the first time

1- Ujiko is unable to nab Aizawa but does get a dna sample. Unfortunately, he can't get a quirk factor out of it, but he figures if he clones the sample into a full human, then they can wait for the clone to have a quirk and steal it. In his tube, Izuku quickly goes through pregnancy and being weaned- he's taken off at about the age of 'two', because to accelerate his growth at that point would likely lead to damage. Since no one in this organization knows how to handle kids, Izuku's dropped off with Tomura who's under strict orders to not decay him.

2- this lasts about three years, when izuku is 'five' and has still not shown a quirk activation. He has no quirk factor on testing, and a few other differences between himself and the man he's a partially complete clone of- type O blood being another. (I guess Aizawa only had one B allele. its weird but. technically not weirder than Shoto's blood type thing.) Now a failed investment, AfO must figure out what to do with Izuku- his cloned and quirkless body would not make a good nomu base, those do better when they have a quirk factor to begin with.

3- but Tomura is not happy- Izuku is.... his belonging, because lets just go all in on the AfO and Yoichi parallels. like he's punted Izuku like a football, but he Will attack anyone who tries to take him away. AfO realizes this could be a useful tool for grooming, and tells Tomura that if he's a good little murderous villain, he'll get to keep Izuku, but if he's bad and disobedient, he'll be grounded from him. Izuku's opinion on the matter is not asked. Since being grounded also means losing video games, whenever Izuku is taken away from Tomura, he's basically stuck in an empty room with a game cube and Kurogiri dropping off food. But turns out those video games are a great medium for Izuku to realize he sure wants to be like the cool protagonists who are heroes and help people, even if he's half convinced there are actually only like, five other people in the whole world.

4- As the years go by, Tomura 'loses his Izuku privileges' less and less often, and also Izuku plots his escape. When AfO is turned into a mashed potato, he runs. Tomura demands where he is because its not like any of this is his fault to punish for, and AfO is like 'uhm. yeah hold on. kurogiri what do you mean you dont know where he is.' so now Tomura is really mad and goes on the hunt for him, ignoring everyone else. AfO bemoans not giving a quirk to izuku in order to track him, then remembers that actually he didn't want to waste any quirk and shrugs, telling the other two to deal with Tomura and get them both back.

5- Izuku runs until he passes out, and a concerned woman calls an ambulance. at the hospital he doesn't have much info to give the worried people when he wakes, just "oh, yeah, my name's Izuku because Tomura doesn't like to share his last name and I think it sucks anyway since it's sensei's. But i ran away because i don't want to kill people or be stuck in a vault alone again. Uh no i don't have any family, oh except pro hero Eraserhead. can i stay here?". The hospital takes a blood sample in their examination and call the police. However they can't do much more before them logging that tips of Ujiko, who tips off Tomura out of sheer annoyance, and the kid shows up at the hospital threatening to dust everyone if Izuku doesn't come back with him right now. Izuku apologizes for the trouble, and agrees. Eraserhead is called to the hospital to give his own dna sample and is deeply concerned by the fact that it's a match and also everything the boy said. but hey, now they can start looking for him!