#lord help me i am obsessed over this game

[crayoncat-works]

Our Life sketches (mostly featuring my polycule cove/quinn/baxter)

[notreallythatlost]

AT YOUR FEET

➴ halbrand/sauron x female!elf!reader

summary: you are an elf, cast out by your people thousands of years ago. now you are sauron’s lover and he promised to give you what you want most: revenge and the satisfaction of all your desires.

warnings: 18+, mdni, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, knife play, sex on the floor, slight biting, reader is on sauron’s side, a little fluff in the end

word count: 1.8k

author‘s note: well… here i am writing about sauron again. i’m so obsessed with him and i know y’all are too. 🤭 i hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoy writing about him. and thank you all for the support, it means so much to me. you are amazing, never forget that. xx

The forge was almost completely dark when you entered. Only the flickering embers in one of the furnaces provided light, which fell on the man who stood with his back to you.

“I knew I would find you here,” you said with a gentle smile, which made him turn to you.

“What are you doing here? Is Galadriel sending you to convince me to accompany you?” he asked, looking at you with an impenetrable gaze.

You couldn’t help but grin and shake your head slightly. “You should know by now that I don't let myself get ordered around. Especially not by someone like Galadriel.”

Halbrand raised his eyebrow, but smiled when he catched you in his arms as you ran towards him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and you looked up at him. “I know you want to see Númenor fall, my love. But let's go back to Middle Earth. You've waited so long for this moment, why not take the chance?” you asked, but Halbrand silenced you by putting his index finger on your lips. Your eyes met his and it was as if your insides were bursting into flames.

“I'm going back to Middle Earth. And then what?” he asked quietly and pushed you back until your back hit the wall while he looked you deeply in the eyes.

You held his gaze and stroked slowly over his chest with one hand.

“You, my Dark Lord, will bring your enemies to their knees. Right where they belong,” you breathed as he came closer to you and you could already feel his warm breath on your lips.

“Keep talking...” he whispered and you had to smile again, pushing him back a little.

“You will let them feel your power and all of Middle Earth will be at your feet. To worship their king, the true king of-“

Your words were drowned out by a kiss as Halbrand pressed his lips greedily to yours. It was as if he was starving and your lips were the only thing capable of keeping him alive while he devoured you.

His breathing was heavy as he pulled away from you slightly. “Not quite,” his words were only a breath, a soft touch against your already swollen lips and he pushed your hair behind your shoulder with one hand.

“They will be at your feet, my love.”

With that, he kissed you again and pressed you against the wall with the weight of his body. His hands grasped your face, held you in place while his tongue pushed into your mouth. A low moan escaped you and you were ready to surrender to him right here, but he seemed to have other plans for you.

His hands slid down your body, long fingers finding the hem of your dress. As soon as he grabbed the soft cotton, he pushed it up, revealing your bare thighs to the warm air of the forge.

The heat between your legs was almost unbearable and you longed for his touch — so much that you thought you were going to lose your mind.

Halbrand seemed to enjoy the torture he did to you, because he pulled away from your lips and watched as your head fell back the closer he got to your throbbing center.

You were just about to raise your head when he slipped a finger through your folds, causing a breathless moan to escape from you. He didn't make a game of it, because not a second later two of his fingers slipped inside of you.

The intensity of this touch made your knees go weak and you sank down slightly, but Halbrand held you tight. “And I thought I should be the one kneeling in front of you,” he commented with a wicked smile and began to move his fingers.

Your hands dug into the fabric of his clothes and your head fell forward against his shoulder. It felt so good and yet it wasn't enough. You wanted, no, you needed more.

He seemed to sense it too, because he withdrew his fingers from you again. They glistened with your juices in the light of the fire and Halbrand brought them to your lips. “Be a good girl and open your mouth,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and you obeyed him.

Your lips closed around his fingers and you whimpered softly at the taste of yourself on your tongue. You sucked on his fingers, as your gazes were locked but he didn't wait long before removing his fingers from you again. His hands quickly grabbed under your thighs and lifted you up in one fluid movement.

You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands buried in his hair desperately. “You will get your revenge. And I will watch with joy as you rise from the ashes. As my queen,” his voice was so deep by now that every single one of his words let your insides clench around nothing, desperate to finally feel him inside of you.

Halbrand carries you away from the wall and to one of the tables where he sets your feet down on the floor again. His hands left your body, grabbing one of the daggers which layed on the table next to you. “And then I will be the one who lies at your feet...” With these words, he tears the thin fabric of the dress apart with the dagger, exposing your naked chest.

Your breathing was heavy as you looked up at him, but he didn’t look away from you. As if you were more beautiful than anything he had ever seen in his long life.

He placed the blade on your collarbone and ran it over your skin. He looked deep into your eyes as he moved the dagger further down. It caused goosebumps to spread across your body and you bite your lower lip to suppress the moan.

His gaze dropped to your breasts and he let the blade slide over your stiff nipple. Your breath caught and you felt like you were suffocating, you wanted him so much.

“Sauron,” you whispered his name and finally, his gaze met yours again. There was a hunger in his eyes, the same hunger that raged deep inside you. The knife slid down your torso before he put it back on the table. Softly his hands cupped your face and he kissed you again. With such passion that you moaned into his mouth.

Together you sank to your knees, kissing until he gently pushed your shoulder back so that you had to lie down on the floor.

Halbrand leaned over you slowly and stroked his hand over your cheek and neck until he finally reaches your breasts. His thumb touched your nipple and you arched yourself against him.

The touch elicited a longing moan from you and you saw a smile creeping onto Halbrand's face. “Let me feel everything of you,” you whispered with a broken voice, too desperate to keep it steady.

“Well, I could never deny you this wish, my queen,” he answered as he started to free himself. He was so big, so perfect, and the sight of him made your mouth water everytime.

Your fingers close around the hem of your dress, which you slowly pulled up and revealed yourself to him. Halbrand settled between your legs and let the tip of his cock slide over your entrance slowly, even torturing. A taste of what was about to come.

With a single movement of his hips, he thrusted his full length into you and put his hand over your mouth to muffle your scream.

“Shhh,” he breathed in your ear and began to move his hips slowly. “As much as I want to hear your beautiful little screams for me, you don't want anyone to catch us, don’t you?,” he continued, releasing his hand from you again.

But you couldn’t help but moan when he hit a sensitive spot inside you and you wrapped your legs around him to feel him even deeper.

He took it as a sign and started to speed up. His hands wandered up your body, catching your head as it fell to the side.

“Look at me,” he gasped as he moved his hips forward again. It was hard to do what he said because he filled you so perfectly, hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars. You felt like you were floating, lost in the feeling of endless desire.

Halbrand found grasp in your hair and buried his fingers in the soft strands. He pulled your head back, gaining access to your neck. He kissed, bit and sucked on the thin skin there until you writhed beneath him.

“Please,” you moaned and trembled as the orgasm slowly builds up inside you. You couldn’t think of anything else except the desire to finally find release and Halbrand could feel it.

“Easy, love,” he breathed against your skin. His fingers dug into your hips, so tightly that you knew it would leave marks.

And you knew that later he would tenderly caress these marks, because they were the sign of your lovemaking — that you belonged to him, even though nobody else could see it.

He pushed himself into you again, this time even harder. He had no mercy in fucking you into the floor and enjoyed the sounds of pure pleasure that came from your lips.

And when he touched your sensitive bud, you couldn’t hold back any longer. Everything inside you tensend until you finally feel like you're falling. You screamed his name breathlessly while your body trembles under the waves of the orgasm.

He fucked you through it until he found his own release. His upper body fell forward and he supported himself with his hands next to you. Breathing heavy and with closed eyes, he emptied himself into you. Finally, he sank onto your smaller body and you let your hands glide softly through his dark locks.

“I take that as a yes” you broke the silence that had fallen over you and got his attention.

“What do you mean by that?” Halbrand asked curiously and looked up at you.

“Are you coming back with me to Middle Earth?" you asked and watched him sit up. A soft whimper escaped you as he slipped out of you by that.

After he had put his pants back on he crouched down in front of you again. Halbrand offered you his hand and pulled you back into a sitting position, taking your face gently in his hands.

“I would follow you everywhere, my love. And if you wish to go back to Middle Earth, I'll come with you,” he whispered against your lips before giving you a gentle kiss. After that he let go of you and stood up, ready to leave the room.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you asked and watched as he turned to you again and let his gaze glide over you, full of renewed desire.

“I'll get you something to wear. I'm definitely not letting you go like this.”

2024 notreallythatlost

[meanbossart]

so uh stop reading aaaabout here if you care about spoilers for the original baldur's gate games (no idea if you have/planned on playing em just wanna be safe) but ANYWAY in 2 you can choose to split your soul with Sarevok to bring him back to life and, if you choose to play it that way, give him a second chance. i'm not going to subject you to my Sarevok rants because lord knows you did not ask but i find that concept really really interesting especially in relation to Durge and Orin so after way too much rambling here's my question. what would DU Drow do in that kinda situation? i know post-tadpole he doesn't really hold any warm feelings towards Orin (if you could count whatever he had going on before as "warm" lol) but would any part of him want to give her a shot at living her own life without Bhaal's influence?

oh my god this got way too long i am. so sorry

I've been thinking about this one for a while. Honestly it's a really sweet concept for them.

I think if DU drow were to somehow find out about what he did to Orin over the years (the pressuring, the low-key harassment, how utterly obsessed he was with her, how, unbeknownst to himself, he played a part in making her worse and actively helped her erase more and more parts of herself) he would be a little horrified with himself. Not immediately, perhaps not outwardly, but he'd get a little grossed out feeling in his gut and a churning that is at it's worst whenever he looks at Astarion.

It's only really because of Astarion that he learned what the hell love with boundaries is. He started off by trying to cross them, only to be humbled when his urges wouldn't let him fulfill any carnal desires in the first place and forcing him to appreciate the comfort in Astarion's company alone, without the sexual factor, and in turn coming to understand that that's not even what he wanted in the first place. Then, through learning about his past experiences, he'd grow to abhor the very concept and take slow incremental steps to fix that within himself. He realizes that if he had done the same with Orin, their situation could have been very different - or it could have not. Either way, he never had the self-awareness to try.

You know the scene in Cazador's dungeon? Where you meet up with the caged spawn and you have the option to confront Astarion about it when he lacks the empathy towards them? About how, in another life, that could have been you? Perhaps there would be something similar here. Where DU drow tries to justify his past-self's actions and Astarion holds a very ugly mirror of himself up to his face - if I say no, if I ever change my mind, is this what you're going to do to me?

That hypothetical would make him sick.

So yes. I think in that situation where he has a slightly fuller picture, he would find it nothing but fair to share a little bit of his soul with Orin so she has a second shot at life - It's basically what she did for him, after all.

[yanderes-galore]

Hey! requesting some HCs for Ranni (Elden Ring). Thank you!

I watched her cutscenes, I watched her lore, and I'm still not entirely sure what's going on but that's normal for this kind of game. Pardon me if there's something wrong in this concept... I am trying. ALSO, the term "Elden Lord" is used, but it's gender neutral just like in the game.

Sorry if it isn't intense... I will appreciate feedback from the Elden Ring fans.

Yandere! Ranni the Witch Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Violence, Isolation, Stalking, Dubious relationship.

I imagine Ranni's darling is the one who helps her achieve her Age of Stars.

You are her Tarnished who came to her at her call.

She needs someone to help her achieve her fate and destiny.

For most of her obsession, you may actually be a willing participant.

Right up until the end when you begin to realize something may be off.

Like most of Elden Ring's yanderes I feel, Ranni isn't all that intense.

She'd mostly watch her obsession through their journey to aid her.

She watches you closely, even if you may not know it.

She sees how you interact with her cohorts and how you fight in battle.

You are a promising Tarnished in her eyes... She can tell through the way you speak and fight.

Sooner or later, she'll deem you the perfect Elden Lord for her new age.

To Ranni, meeting her obsession was yet another destiny she was meant to meet.

To her, you two were always meant to be.

Her chosen Elden Lord.

Her obsession would span throughout her side quest to get the Age of Stars ending.

Since in that ending... Ranni and The Tarnished (you) marry as God and Elden Lord.

That would be the general story idea... Ranni obsessing over her most devoted helper.

At the beginning, she tries not to show much of her favoritism.

Although, by the time you defeat Radahn and unfreeze the stars, she shows her fondness more.

In terms of her overall behavior, I imagine she's mostly the observing type, watching you from a distance and praising your efforts when you meet her.

Ranni prefers to meet you as her larger life-sized doll form.

However, when you pick up her smaller form, she doesn't mind the idea of being held by you while you share a conversation.

Her obsession is unintentional.

She originally doesn't think you'll survive her requests.

Yet when you prove yourself by meeting her again... she thinks you'll prove to be useful to her for her plans.

Then from there... the moon witch begins to grow fond of you.

She's a subtle manipulation yandere, instructing her beloved to follow her every word like a divine command.

She watches over them through her dolls, often wondering when their next meeting will be.

Her obsession starts as curiosity.

As if she's wondering if you'll really be someone she can trust.

However, once you retrieve the lost treasure of Nokron...

She knows you're hers.

Before you even find the Dark Moon ring, Ranni has claimed you as her Tarnished.

You are not loyal to any other covenant, just hers.

Which must mean she has your heart, body, and soul as hers.

In a way, like other yandere covenant/religion leaders or deities, your loyalty makes her feel she has a claim over you.

To differ from canon a bit, maybe Ranni instructs you to find the Dark Moon ring.

She doesn't tell you for what, a subtle trick.

She just gives you small lies, deceiving you by saying it was a gift from her mother that she wants back.

Then she instructs you through her smaller doll to find her location.

Unlike in the game, where she's surprised you are choosing to be her Elden Lord...

She would deceive you into being hers once you slip the ring on one of her fingers.

This is a yandere story, after all, a dark romance.

Her deceiving her Tarnished, her obsession, into being hers in her new age would be something she'd do.

You aren't quite sure what you've done until Ranni appears, claiming you to be her Elden Lord.

There's a ghost of a smile on her face while she watches your shocked expression.

As if challenging you to rebel against her now that such a ritual has been done.

She doesn't think you'll refuse if you've gone this far to listen to her.

As her new consort, you are given the task of removing her old cohorts and defeating her Shadow, Blaidd.

Then after that, she oversees you defeating Queen Marika... Radagon... her traitorous parent of a dreaded Golden Order.

By the end of it, Ranni appears to greet you and the shattered corpse of Marika.

You can't help but feel a chill run down your spine.

Ranni merely greets you with a smile yet again, thanking you for helping her achieve her Age of Stars.

Unfortunately... You cannot part from her now.

Every God requires their Elden Lord.

Their consort.

It doesn't matter if you try to back out now or agree.

Your fate and destiny are sealed.

She may have tricked you, yes...

But she assures you she does it out of love, she only feels love for her beloved consort.

She takes your hand... and you just feel cold.

She grins teasingly, leaning closer as she congratulates you...

A cold kiss cooling your warm lips.

You two are meant to be together now... forever in her new age...

You'll be hers forever...

Just the two of you, overseeing the people in the Age of Stars... Together forever... Just as destiny told her.

You can't fight your destiny... no matter how hard you try... she'll always just tug you back with a kiss... She's as cold as the Dark Moon itself.

[choccy-milky]

(SPOILER WARNING to people who haven't read your story) I SWEAR to GOD!!!! This is borderline anon-hate with my current state of mind after finishing The Raven and The Snake over this weekend. I finished it in two days. I'm a mess. I've even started making a playlist because I feel like I can't properly enter reality again. I'm supposed to be writing my bachelors thesis right now,,,, what have you done to me!!!!

I loved it so so so much, and I am very mad I cannot have a collectors edition hardback version of it on my shelf. There are many many moments that keep replaying in my head, and scenes that I saw so vividly when reading through it. The first imperio moment and Sebs shadow and imperio-green eyes as Clora was held captive, and the entire scene in the repository and how I was physically shaking as I slowly realised that Seb had made a fucking horcrux, and when it was CONFIRMED the GASP i GUSPED. It was so perfect, and so very Sebastian; because OF COURSE he made a horcrux (lowkey hot, sue me).

And the scene where Clive realised Seb straight up just died for his daughter without knowing he would be back, oh my dear lord.

And the idea of Seb being seen as a 'Ruffian' and that little mamas boi bitch of a Henry thinking his hand-me-down-riches, muggle ass would be preferable to a powerful wizard. I secretly wished they didn't have to keep magic a secret so Henry could have known just how inferior he was. AND SEB APPARATING SO FAR UMPH the skilllll.

I could go on and on and on, and maybe I will some other time in your inbox when I have another mental breakdown.

And now I'm also almost done with the small sequel. Just taking a break to bombard you with this unhinged message of mine. And how you draw Sebastian is so fucking good. It's actually what got me reading in the first place. I see your version as being in a completely separate universe from the game, cause the way you draw him just has that something, and it's not the same anywhere else. It certainly doesn't help my obsession that my own boyfriend has the same features and colour palette as him, now I think I might even use your art as inspo for next time we need wardrobe additions.

I love you and I hate you.

Ps. Of course I added Sarah Smiles to the playlist and also Far too young to Die, and Just One Yesterday. If you've any other songs you think match please let me knowww~~

BRUHHHHH I ALMOST FEEL NARCISSISTIC FOR POSTING/RESPONDING TO THIS ASK BC ITS JUST PRAISE BUT DAMN THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭😭😭IM HAPPY YOU LIKED IT SO MUCH!! FORGET WRITING YOUR BACHELORS THESIS, TY FOR WRITING A THESIS ON WHY U LOVED MY FIC SO MUCH AND ALL THE LIL THINGS U ENJOYED BAHAHAHA (love the henry slander) im also glad u like how i draw seb too, and i love how thats what made u start reading it in the first place BAHAH but fr, sometimes i try drawing seb more accurately to his ACTUAL appearance and then im like... Who The Hell is this... and it may sound arrogant since im the artist but my seb is MY seb, yknow...its why i dont like drawing him with other mc's romantically. bc even tho its like, oh look, that's Sebastian Sallow™ from the hit game Hogwarts Legacy™! in my style if i draw him with another MC, its like, NO!!! THATS NOT SEBASTIAN SALLOW™, THATS CLORA'S HUSBAND🤺🤺THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BOI??🤺🤺🤺 LMAOO but rly TY AGAIN💖💖💖 not only for reading but also taking the time to write all this and let me know how much you enjoyed it🥹🥹i (and all writers, really) always love getting stuff like this!! it also brings me back to when i was writing it, especially now that ive been finished with my fic for a few months, listening to u react to all the diff scenes is making me miss it and giving me nostalgia for my own damn fic FRRR😩 also i love that youre making a playlist LMAOO thats how u know the brainrot truly has a hold on you IM SO SORRY🙏🙏 i actually made a seb and clora playlist like last year and its somewhere in my ask tag if you look through that?? but one song that i can recommend off the top of my head (which i almost made their anthem in that OTP chart) is arms tonite by mother mother...whenever i listen to it i cant help but laugh to myself bc its SO perfect for the chap where seb sacrifices himself....YOULL SEE WHEN U LISTEN😇💖

[spicyspiders]

not a chance to slow down

Peter Quill x male reader smut

1.8k words

Tags: unprotected sex and age difference

A/N: I’ve been obsessed with Star-Lord since I played the Guardians of the Galaxy game around the beginning of the year. The one written about here though is from the MCU and was pretty much inspired by some gifs I saw and couldn’t stop thinking about lol. I’ll probably end up writing something about Adam Warlock too because how could I not when Will Poulter looks as good as he does.

The first time you spoke to Peter, it was in passing. You were tired and cranky, having driven many miles to get home during your summer break from school. You were on your last box when he came out of his house.

“Nice shirt,” you said casually when he walked by you.

“Thanks!” His eyes darted down to the box you held, “you need some help with that?”

“This is the last one, thankfully,” you answered and used one hand to wipe the sweat that had gathered on your brow.

“I wish I knew you needed help, I definitely would’ve been out here to help you,” the man responded.

You couldn’t help but eye him over. With how broad his shoulders looked, you’re sure he would’ve been able to help without getting as sweaty as you did.

“I appreciate that, but it’s okay,” you said, sending him a smile, “that mail does look pretty heavy after all.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” the man responded, and raised the few pieces of mail like a dumbbell, making his bicep flex.

It was probably from the time you spent in your car making you go a little crazy, but the man’s joke made you laugh harder than you expected. The other man’s face went red as you laughed, but after a second, he almost looked smug, like he was happy his joke had such a reaction.

“So,” the man says when your laughter has died down, “you here for the summer?”

“Yeah. After a long semester, I’m finally home,” you said, sending a grateful smile toward your house.

“Well, I’m happy to be the first person to welcome you back,” he says, sending you a soft smile.

You didn’t want to tell the man that he wasn’t the first person you saw since you’ve been home, instead, a smile matching the one the man wore landed on your lips. “Who do I have to thank for such a warm welcome?”

“Peter Quill, at your service,” he said, adding a bow.

You couldn’t help but laugh again at the display. You introduced yourself around the fit of giggles as Peter went on to laugh at himself.

“Let me know if you need any help unpacking,” Peter called from his door after you walked up your respective driveways. “Hopefully I’ll be seeing a lot more of you,” Peter said as he stood in the open doorway.

“I hope so too,” you responded, sending one last smile his way before you closed the door. The smile on your face lasted until you got to your bedroom, and fell once you were reminded of all of the boxes you needed to unpack.

-

Though you were tempted to walk out of your house and head next door to see if Peter would come to help you unpack your boxes, you didn’t end up seeing him until the next day.

“Are you on mail duty too?” Peter asked as he leaned against his mailbox.

“It’s one of my most important responsibilities. Nice robe, by the way,” it was pretty boring as far as robes go with its plain white color, but you weren’t about to tell Peter that.

“You like it?” Peter twists himself to the left and right to make sure you have a full look at the garment, “I just bought it.”

“Am I the first to see you in it?” You ask in surprise.

“You are. I saved it just for you.”

You let out a chuckle, though you weren’t sure if Peter was being serious, “what’s it gonna be tomorrow?”

Peter crosses his arms over his chest, looking away with an intense look of thought on his face, “I could break out my birthday suit, but that’s reserved for my bedroom and the bathroom.”

You look at him with your brows raised, a slow smile spreading across your face, “I think I would get pretty lonely if you got arrested for doing that, so I’d think of something else to wear.”

“Or you could come up to my room and I could just show you, that way I don’t have to think of what I should wear to impress you,” Peter said with a smirk.

“I know thinking can be hard at your age, so that sounds like a good idea.”

Peter’s smirk morphed into a look of offense, “how old do you think I am?”

“You were wearing a Metallica shirt yesterday.”

“So? They’re a good band, that doesn’t make me old,” Peter responded.

“How old are you?”

Peter looked away, and glanced at the mail you held in your hand before looking back at you, “40,” he answered before looking away again.

“You’re not that old at least,” you responded, smiling when Peter shook his head.

You couldn’t ignore the nervous feeling that started to sink in when you stepped up to the man, “I have to put this inside then I’ll be over, okay?”

Peter nodded, sending you a small smile, “better hurry, you don’t want me getting any older, do you?”

-

You meant it when you said Peter wasn’t that old. It even made more things about him make sense, like his taste in shirts, and the way his eyes crinkled yesterday when he laughed at his joke. What didn’t make sense, or really, what you didn’t expect, was the way that he fucked you.

It almost reminded you of the guy you went home with last semester. Like the guy you went home with, Peter fucked you fast and hard. You honestly expected it to be over just as quickly as that last time, but when Peter rolled over onto his back and sat you down on his cock, you let out a punched out noise of surprise.

“Tired?” You asked.

Peter grinned, “I’m not as young as I used to be,” he said, running his hands up and down your thighs. When he pulled his hands away, he crossed them behind his head, looking relaxed.

You watched in confusion as Peter lay there. When his eyes fell shut, you clenched down on his cock, hoping to get the man back into action, but he stayed still. When you clenched back down on his throbbing cock, that’s when Peter’s eyes opened again to watch you.

“That all you’re going to do?” Is that enough to get you off?” He asked with a smirk.

“Fuck you,” you snipped back. You knew from the first time that you brought yourself up with your thighs that they would quickly start to ache, but it only spurred you on. You fell back down after bringing yourself up with a moan, feeling as if the cock inside you went deeper than the poison that you were just in.

“There you go, baby,” Peter said, his smirk now a toothy smile, “I knew you had it in you,” he said, still just fucking laying there.

In retaliation for his stillness, you reached down to twist at one of his nipples with your fingers, but it only made Peter let out a groan filled with pleasure. You took to settling your hands on his broad chest, finding purchase to help fuck yourself down on his cock.

You didn’t expect after only having met yesterday that you would be bouncing up and down on his cock the next day. You could see when you met him yesterday how broad his shoulders and chest were, but now, seeing it uncovered from the shirt he wore yesterday, and the bathrobe he wore today, you could see the way his muscles were covered with a soft layer of fat.

Your head fell back as you let out moans as the cock inside you hit your prostate as you filled yourself to the brim over and over again.

When the inevitable burn in your thighs began to set in, you paused to lean down and press your lips to Peter’s. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his cock throb against your prostate, even as you sat still.

Peter answered with a noise of his own and moved his hands back down to your hips. He traced his fingers over the sensitive skin of your hips bones, making you shudder, and once the kiss was over, his hands moved to the globes of your ass.

Peter gripped the skin tightly and used the harsh grip to lift you before he loosened his grip so you could fall back down.

You felt your body go boneless in his arms from the effort that you had put in, but with the way that Peter lifted you so he could fuck his cock in and out of your hole, you were happy to let go under the effort he gave.

You panted into his sweaty neck, letting out little grunts as you tried to still fuck yourself back down on his cock. You could feel yourself approaching the edge, too focused on that to respond when Peter turned his neck to connect your lips.

In reprisal, Peter bit harshly into your bottom lip before he soothed the mark over with his tongue. The headboard slammed into the wall as Peter thrust over and over into your tight, warm hole. The sound was accompanied by the slick sound of sweaty skin on skin.

When you leaned up, Peter followed so he could stay close and connect your lips. You tried your best to keep up, but ended up with your forehead pressed to his as you panted into his mouth once the kisses were over.

With one hand still braced on his chest, you used the other to wrap your fingers around your cock. After a few tugs of your cock to the rhythm of Peter’s thrusts, your back arched and your head fell back as your orgasm washed over you.

You opened your eyes during the aftershocks as Peter chased you into orgasm. He held your asscheeks in a bruising grip as he thrust inside your hole. You almost wanted to open your mouth and let out a whimper of pain at the grip he held you in, but he soon relaxed as he fell over the edge.

Peter gave one final thrust when he let go of your ass, instead moving his hands to your back so he could pull you close. He groaned over and over again, each noise ending with a breathy moan as he came deep inside you.

You buried a hand in his sweaty hair as he ducked his head down into the crook of your neck. Peter held you close even after his cock had gone soft, his only movement being a slight shift for his cock to slip free.

You felt warm and sticky in his arms. You knew Peter had a mess that coated his chest from where your cock had shot ropes of cum, and you knew that you were equally messy where Peter’s cock had been, but you didn’t want to move.

Peter fell back down to the bed with a groan before pulling your body down on top of his. Though he wrapped you tightly in his arms, you still couldn’t contain your shiver as everything on and leaking out of you began to cool.

Peter gave a low chuckle, “did I not warm you up enough?”

You pressed your smile into the sweaty crook of his neck, “I might need your bathrobe.”

[velaenam]

when you were young \ sosuke aizen x reader

word count: 6.1k tags: slight angst, nsfw, smut, added as i go setting: modern au sosuke aizen x reader as college students chapter: 1 / ? authors note: Hello! ^_^ I hope you are well. I am writing this as a multi-chapter fic. Please bear with me as I continue to get used to writing again, and more specifically- writing smut again. I would like to thank my friend Kailah for helping me revise the story and proofread it. Please enjoy, and let me know what you think!

The dance floor was packed to the brim, it was hot, intense, sweaty- it was fun. Your body sways to the music,  bumping to the beat with your girlfriends. Glasses in the air as you giggle with them. The boys in the back salivating at the three of you, other girls in awe, you three were the center of the spotlight. The alluring aura matched with the glistening look you’d given off truly was majestic. A goddess in her prime, a cathedral, as her followers sit ready to worship her. You were totally aware of the looks, and you couldn’t care any less. As you steady yourself you catch a specific stare, and you smile at them. Not knowing that your one gesture would be so impactful for this one person. 

Sosuke Aizen was basically bullied into going out, by his group of friends at the campus club. He was insanely reluctant, knowing he wanted to finish up his report before he did anything, which he got made fun of for, but he pays no mind to them… except that he does, that’s why he's here now. He was drinking whiskey on the rocks, like an old man, as he caught your peripherals. He froze, absolutely whipped by your beauty and his body felt a sudden surge of infatuation. When you smiled at him his body went into shock– but he managed to retain his composure, as he was around his friends, and lord knows they’d start teasing him about blushing in front of a woman. 

“Who are those ladies?” He nods his head towards you, Gin examines for a moment before his sly smile appears on his face, “Oh- that’s Y/N, Masaki & Rangiku.” Well that didn’t give him much to work with. Aizen looks expectantly at Gin, and he continues, noting his friend's sudden interest in a woman. “They’re the ‘campus queens’, I believe that’s what they’re called by their fan boys and girls..” It was a bit entertaining to Aizen that his friend kept up with the latest news and gossip around the campus, it flustered Gin just a tiny bit. He didn’t ever think those strings of words would come out of his mouth.  Aizen just hums in acknowledgement, taking in your appearance. You were voluptuous, the way your hips moved to the beat of the music, the way your lips curved when you smiled, you were so breathtakingly gorgeous… so beautifully provocative. It made Aizen feel so alive.. Obsessed.  He felt so compelled to talk to you, but you were just leagues out of his reach. 

Sosuke didn’t know why he couldn’t just go up and talk to you, maybe try to mingle with you? He couldn’t dance for the life of him, so he definitely would’ve made a fool out of himself if he tried to approach you here and now. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to talking to women. He was particularly popular himself. He was the most handsome person in the whole school and his trail of ladies made everyone know it. Of course there is no one that’s able to catch him off his game, maybe a first year, Hinamori, (who is definitely the Sosuke Aizen Fanclub President) but after their brief exchange he figured they are better of friends, and she wasn’t exactly his type. 

Thinking of the possibilities of how he can approach you, he sips on his whiskey, as he chats with his friends. He didn’t exactly know what topic of conversation they were at now, and that whiskey did pack a punch. He still had his eyes on you.

You and your ladies finish the song, and you notice Rangiku light up when she sees Gin, her childhood friend and lover at this point. She denies it over and over again but from the body bumping they do at night she couldn’t really deny it anymore. You watch as she runs to him, jumping in his arms and wrapping herself on him, giving him a big ol kiss. ‘So much for the denial.’ You stared at them and that made you think about your own prospects. You didn’t really focus on guys. An occasional make out session, the rare date, that led to absolutely nowhere, but there were no men that really caught your eye. Maybe Kisuke Urahara, but that was just for fun.. And nobody knows about him. You didn’t see anything going past kissing or holding hands, nor that you really tried. He didn’t really give you much depth even though he definitely had layers. You just didn’t feel the connection. He’ll understand. 

You also look at Gin and his friends. They nod and wave at you and Masaki to come over to their corner and you drag your feet, feeling a sudden stomach full of butterflies. Masaki was the first to greet them and you were the last. You felt knots as you realized Sosuke’s eyes were on you. Everyone was so busy chatting away except him. He was silent, analytic, and it honestly made you feel hot. You match his energy and lock eyes, and then you wink at him. That was a crazy bold move, as you see his eyes waver momentarily. He mentally staggered at that. You then extended a hand and smiled down at him, “Hey there handsome. I’m Y/N.” You were playful, but you were straightforward, and he liked that. It ignited something inside him.  He extends his hand to you, clasping it and then dipping down as he gives a gentle and cold peck on your backhand. Now it was your turn to blush, nobody had ever tried to pull a suave move on  you. He could tell this had an effect on you so he let his lips linger longer than needed,until he pulled back, satisfied with himself.

You giggle at him, a bit enticed. As you open your mouth Rangiku interrupts you, arms around Gin, “Hey we’re going to all head out and get something to eat, are you guys coming?” She eyes the both of you, interested in this exchange. You go on to nod before turning towards Sosuke, “Are you coming?” Damn, that report was the furthest thing from his mind at this point, “Of course, beautiful.” If swooning was a sport you’d have a gold medal. This man was so charming, the butterflies were going crazy. 

It was a custom for the three of you; once you were done partying the three of you would get loaded on tacos at the food truck that was situated in the campus gas station. It was probably the highlight of your night, when the booze is just right and the world is spinning, a taco bite was just perfect. Gin and Rangiku were in line first, ordering their meal, and then Masaki and Tosen, who were chit chatting about their day. They were talking about their significant others to each other and swooning about them. Then it was you and Aizen, who were both quiet. You stood there as you let the alcohol settle, and well Aizen didn’t seem to talk much. You nudged him and gave him a soft chuckle, “So, where’s your girlfriend?” Who in the world were you talking about? “My girlfriend?” Aizen was just as puzzled, and you nodded at him as the line moved, “Yeah!Hinamori, I think?” He was even more confused as to why you knew about his extremely (8 day relationship by the way) short relationship with Hinamori. He’d just shrug, “I would hardly call it a relationship. It was only a couple of days.. And why are you asking?” You actually didn’t know yourself, small talk perhaps? “I’ve always wondered.. That's why I know you. She went on and on about it when I was showing her our house.” That seemed to have flustered him as he went to look away, earning your sweet sounding laugh. It made his heart skip just a little, “What’s the matter? You’re cute, don’t get shy on me now.”

You ended up getting al pastor tacos with tomatillo salsa, while he got a steak torta. The 6 of you stood in a circle, eating and chatting amongst yourselves, then suddenly you had a great eureka moment, “What’re you all doing next week? We should go to the festival together! Tosen, Masaki- bring your partner!” You exclaimed, and everyone seemed to be on board, nodding all around, then you nudged Aizen again, grinning like a maniac, “Sosuke, bring Hinamori.” You teased, and his face pales, “No.” turning away from you as he goes to bite his food. 

It was the end of the night (2 am) and you all went your separate ways. Aizen insisted on walking you home to the house you stayed in. The girls normally walked together since you all lived in the same house, but Gin invited Rangiku over to his place, and Masaki was picked up by Isshin, while Tosen had left on his own to go home.

It was a nice night, a little windy, but it felt wonderful. You were finally sobering up as you walked side by side with Aizen, teasing each other and talking about your interests. You were getting to know each other, finding out what he did for school. What your plans were after college, what his aspirations were, what were your beliefs, etc. He was such a breath of fresh air to talk to. It was so casual when you ended up holding hands, it felt insanely normal and neither of you flinched. You were his safe space, and he felt comfortable being around you. He was your safe space and you also felt so good to be around someone who cared (that weren’t your girls), like you can be yourself with him. When he spoke you felt giddy, when he looked at you with his slight smile that made you feel tingly. His teasing didn’t help. This lil nerd was making your stomach do back flips.  

As you get to the steps of the house you reach for the keys, eyes never parting from his, and as you open the door you mention for him to come in, “If you wanna stay over for tonight, we can keep talking.” You cringed, that was so corny, but you actually meant talking talking. He gives you a brief nod and he enters, taking his shoes off and settling in. You follow suit and lead him to the living room, where you both sink into the sofa. The silence was nice. It felt inviting. Moments pass before you felt his hand gently hold yours, and you return the affection, smiling flushed at him as he chuckled, “I think you have a crush on me.” You muttered as you moved your body towards Aizen. He shrugs playfully, “Maybe.. Who knows? I think you might have a crush on me.” You return the shrug, giving him the exact same answer.

The rest of the night was more talking before you two ultimately settled into your room. You let him sleep in your bed with you instead of making him sleep on the couch. You unfortunately didn’t have anything for him to wear, so he opted for sleeping in his outfit he went out with.  The two of you continued to talk until sleep befell you two. 

-

A week had gone by, and you had regularly scheduled meet ups with Sosuke. You two would go to lunch together or you would study together. People began to look at the two of you and after a day rumors began to spread. The both of you didn’t pay much attention to it, because it didn’t bother either of you. You were okay with the whispers and so was he. You also had spoken with Kisuke the day after Sosuke slept in your house and let him know the situation. He was definitely okay with the situation and you both went your ways. You didn’t really need to inform him, but the courtesy was appreciated. You were now focusing on your friendship with Sosuke. 

Even though it was a friendship you both couldn’t deny the attraction, it was undying. It was love at first sight. You knew you were interested in him, and he was obsessed with you. Of course,you two were going to take your time, because it was a lovely journey thus far, trying to navigate your relationship with each other without any strings. Your friends were kind, loving and supportive. It was the ideal life, he was perfect. They were perfect. You were perfect. 

-

Today was the day of the festival, preparations were in place. Everyone was running frantically trying to get their makeup on and their gowns on. You all agreed to match and pick a theme together. You donned on a pair of stockings with your school uniform and a sakura haori to finish off. You’d not worn the uniform in a very long time, but you figured it looked really good with the haori you had bought, and Masaki wore the same. Rangiku had a black kimono that showed her cleavage with a sakura haori over it. You smiled, feeling yourself. Everybody was so cute and Aizen was going to be totally blown away.

-

You and the girls waited for the guys at the festival and sure enough here they were-all handsome in pink. All you could focus on was Aizen. Rangiku and Masaki ran up to their men and he just kept walking towards you, you felt mesmerized by his radiance. He didn’t look any different, but this felt like the first time going public, in broad daylight! Where your classmates were! You started giggling as he approached you, “Well you clean up nicely.” He simply chuckled, nodding your way and dipping towards your ears, “You look beautiful. Those stockings really compliment your legs.” He saw the slight buckle in your knees when he said that, which signaled him to continue, “--Do you want me to take it off of you later?”  That made your core heat to thousands of degrees, and you push away from him, senselessly rambling, “Hey! You can’t just say that!” But then you looked away, “Maybe..” you finished and you both joined your friends. His words left thoughts in your head that repeated over and over again. You bear a grin and ignore the voices, chatting amongst the group. 

You and Aizen didn’t hold hands, but you stood next to each other as you perused the festival. Checking out the games they had, trying out the food, and taking a lot of photos. You’d bought a disposable camera with you and you planned on getting all the memories with you once you finished today's outing. You planned on creating a little board in your room with all your new and future adventures with your new and existing group of friends. Especially photos involving Aizen.

The two of you split from the group and ventured out on your own, looking at how beautiful the displays were. Both in awe at how talented the committee was for putting the festival together, and you were so engrossed about what the vendor was doing that you didn’t notice Rangiku tugging you backwards. You darted towards her as she and you hid behind a stall. Aizen was just staring at you visibly lost, like a little puppy. “I saw Hinamori with Hitsugaya here!” She exclaims, a bit happier than usual. She considered him a little brother, so she was on his side. Rangiku was elated, as it wasn’t like him to really go anywhere with anyone, especially another girl, that he may or may  not be interested in. Hinamori and Hitsugaya, huh. It sounds like a good match, now that you think about it. You chit chat with Rangiku a bit more before she lets you go, and as your eyes find Sosuke you notice he was speaking to Hinamori. You walk towards them and wave, smiling warmly towards the both of them. “Hey. Sorry Rangiku needed me.” Hinamori bows toward you and Aizen nods. “Hinamori, how’s Hitsugaya?” Her face flushed, red as a tomato as she stammered, “H-he’s good!” She looks at you a bit confused as to why you knew. You shrugged, “H-how are you?” You took your place next to Aizen as he handed you a snack from the stall you were both previously waiting at, “I’m okay! We’re just looking around…” you state, indeed looking around to find more places to hit up. Hinamori definitely felt like she was intruding so she bows once more, turning to Aizen, “Aizen-sama, it was nice to talk to you again! Please visit our club when you can!” He chuckles, nodding at her and she takes off, still visibly flustered. He then turns to where you were facing and you both walk off. He tells you she came to talk to him about some rumors she had heard about the both of you to see if it was true. He dispelled it as friends and nothing more, something you both agreed to, as you weren’t fond of people being in your business. Plus the only people who really knew were your circle, and they’d never tell. You found it a bit odd that everyone was so invested but it was also not unfounded. It was fun to know other people’s lives, you couldn’t deny that, some people just happen to find your life interesting. 

You continue exploring and finishing up with your time with Aizen as the festival nears to an end. There wasn’t much left to do and so you decided to call it for the day. You’d go to the store and get the photos processed the next day. Aizen and you bid the group farewell as he walks you home. It was silent for the most part and you enjoyed the silence. All the talking exhausted you and Aizen honored that, letting you use his shoulder as a pillow as you both walked. It ended wonderfully as he kissed you and bid you farewell, giving you a cute matching bracelet he had made for the both of you at a stall. You laid in your room dreaming about him and cherishing him 

-

Your friends barely saw you in the next coming of days. It was just tons of studying with Aizen, going out with Aizen, BUILDING your relationship with Aizen. It was just Aizen focused. This was like high school all over again… Yet you loved every single bit of time you spent with him, and luckily you both managed around your tight schedules. He was acing his studies and you were cruising on by. 

The group went to clubs together, trips, outings, anything a group of friends could do you guys did. It was so much more fun now that you had that special person to be around. Life feels way lighter nowadays. 

The air was cool and the sun was up. Today was your picnic. You were wearing a cute sundress while Sosuke wore a matching button up and shorts. He picked a great spot to go to, where there was a tree for shades. You were enjoying the ambiance, as you both drank in the atmosphere. Packed were sparkling juice and sandwiches. It was very simple and light. You two figured it was just a day to sit and relax after having such a whirlwind week with finals and being so busy. Maybe later into the night you could have something heavier.

Sosuke laid his head upon your lap, caramel-hazel eyes sparkling up at you in awe. He took in your beauty, basked in it. Took note of how when you laugh your dimples showed, or when you laugh really hard you start to snort and clutch your sides. How you looked lovingly at the nature that unfolds in front of your eyes. How tender you looked at him. The possibility was endless when it came to admiring you. 

That wasn’t one sided. You’d stare at him longer than you’d know to just get a piece of him in your brain. The way he laughed like a teenage boy when you’d tell him goofy jokes. His kind smile that sent your heart beat into the stratosphere. When he talked about his studies you were enamored. He was so passionate- and you were his biggest supporter. And don’t forget- everytime he took his glasses off, it was like a completely new and older version of him, that sent you to the stars.  

You’d look down at him and giggled, a bit self conscious at his long stare, “What’s the matter Sosuke?” You piqued, before brushing his hair backwards. A strand found itself away from your grasp and it stayed in front of his face. You tilted your head to examine him and your jaw dropped. Sitting him up, much to his dismay, you looked at him up and down, still struck by his sudden new found appearance. Then you had the genius idea of taking his glasses off, which put the cherry on top. 

To say he was handsome was an understatement.

“Sosuke, have you ever taken your glasses off and pulled your hair backwards?”

“Not particularly, I'm pretty blind, and I like my hair this way.”  You only laughed at his response before ruffling his hair and putting his glasses back on, and him laying his head back on your lap. The two of you continued to bask in the outside, as you took your place laying down next to him. You both stare up at the tree, enjoying the silence. Then Sosuke props his arms up to support him, looking down at you, with a genuine look of appreciation;

“Nobody except for you knows this but.. I have a lot of pressure on my shoulder, due to family issues, so spending time with you has lessened that burden. This has been one of the best times in my life. Thank you.”

You almost feel like you could cry, as you meet his level you pressed your lips against his cheek. He pulls away and corrects you, kissing you in the lips. Your lips quivered as you felt the love and tenderness of this exchange. It felt new and more pure than ever. Like the night sky lit up with fireworks. All the foolish teenage feelings of love came rushing. Your heart exploded with newfound happiness. You pull away and at that moment your heart was moving your body for you.

“Sosuke- I love you.” 

It’s as if time had stopped and you both just stared at each other. Hearing your heart beat faster than you’d ever hear it before. Your face starts getting red, as he just looks at you with awe. Never having to hear those words except from his mother, he felt on top of the world right now. You were the one for him. The love of his life.

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

-

“YOU TWO SAID LOVE?!” 

Masaki and Rangiku were jaw dropped on the floor struck by your confession. The three of you sat in a circle playing cards and had take out for dinner. You couldn’t leave your girls hanging, and so you told them what you two did today, excluding the part he told you in confidence. They hung onto every word, listening like they were proud big sisters, which they really were, age wise. They have their own boyfriends, so a fair share of the word ‘love’ goes around amongst themselves. Isshin practically told Masaki he loved her from the very start, and Rangiku told Gin first, after a long waiting game. They were both surprised when you’d come to find to use that word. Out of the three, you were the one unlikely to settle down, due to your wild nature and not wanting to be tied down or affected by anyone. So it came as a surprise when Sosuke Aizen had swept you off your feet from them. However, the support was unconditional. Love and partners didn’t come often with you, and they knew that. So it must be serious-

“But we aren’t together..?”

Jaw on the floor once more. They both stare at you in defeat. It was a hard read, maybe you two will be together officially, eventually. You shook off their reaction and grinned sheepishly, “What’s the problem? We’re just enjoying each other's company right now. No need to rush the formalities!” It felt like you were in denial but it was a genuine reaction. They also understood your thought process. It was part of their relationship with you. They wanted you to be happy, so whatever had achieved that they supported.  

The three of you played a bit more until they went out on a double date, and as they walked out, Aizen greeted them, stepping inside. You wrapped your arms around him as he kissed your forehead. You two discussed what he was doing today as you cleaned the kitchen. After he walked you home he hung out with Gin, and went golfing. He then went to the gym after and then showered. Studied before coming over to you. Very typical Sosuke day. You had gone home, studied, napped, and then hung out with your girls.  You two laid on your bed until you turned towards him, kissing his cheek. 

“I love you.” It was so sweet and rolled off his tongue naturally. He placed his face in the crook of your neck, repeating those words over and over again, as you repeated it back, smitten at his actions. You groaned as his lips started kissing your skin, licking and biting gently- goal to leave love bites. Your pleasure was his pleasure, the reactions were heaven to him. Your hands grip his shoulders gently.

He held onto your body, slight calloused hands pressed against your soft waist. Dragging his hands downward, his fingers leave trails of pleasure that make the hairs on your skin stand up. The trajectory changes, his hands suddenly going towards your chest. He moves on top of you, straddling you and looking down at you, with lust in his eyes. His hands clasp at your neck, gently examining your throat, then unbuttoning your shirt. He smirks, noticing the braless look. You’d only stare with a blush on your face. This had signaled him to continue. 

Sosuke dips his head, kissing your collarbone lightly, then moving down the valley of your tits, as he takes one hand, flicking at your nipples. He stops in between your chest and listens to your heart. You could hear him chuckle and he resumes, squeezing at you softly. You moaned, lips pursed. You felt like you were going to explode. His subtle touching made you feel so inexperienced and timid. Sosuke snaps his head to a nipple, sucking and biting a bit to gauge your reaction. When you arch your back, he wrapped an arm around your waist, the other going for the opportunity to snake down to the hem of your panties, snapping the waistband against your skin to tease you. 

The silence was deafening, but it felt so right not to say anything. He takes two fingers and glides down the fabric, to your sex, and pressing down. You squeezed your eyes shut as excitement rushes out. Another chuckle, and eyes wander to scan your beautiful face, as gentle fingers start to rub at your clit. Jolts of electricity fly out of your body, needing a sudden release. Surely you couldn’t orgasm immediately? It had been so long since you touched yourself there, saving yourself for him to do so. Everything felt hot, your pussy was throbbing with need, with voracity. You needed him to stop playing with you, but he kept rubbing, applying more pressure as time went on. 

As you go to open your mouth, Sosuke slides your panties to the side and inserts his finger inside you, exhibiting an insanely loud reaction out of you, causing him to flinch in response- a good thing.

“B-Baby!” You threw your head back, and that made him feel dizzy. That made him feel so fucking horny- hearing you call him baby- your sexy cries, the shake in your voice. That made him want to fuck the shit out of you so badly. He needed you- he felt feral- but he wanted to take his time. This wasn’t something he was well versed in, so he wanted to explore. He wanted to make an impact on you. Leave you wanting more of him. 

“Does it feel good, darling?” He hums, inserting a second finger, leaving your writhing, wanting to collapse when you’ve already been laid out. Your words don’t come out, but you nod, breath ragged with ecstasy. You squeezed around him, and that electrocuted you into crying out and orgasming around his fingers. Sosuke stared at you with infatuation, with need. You were the woman for him.  

You smiled warily, looking down at him as you trail his actions. He comes back up towards you, kissing your forehead as he drinks in your flushed, disheveled look. Utterly in love with the sight of you, he pulls you up to his chest, skin to skin, as his hard cock lay on top of your stomach. You were doing backflips. Your heart beating out of your chest as to why he was doing this so casually, unknowing at how it made you feel. You couldn’t take it anymore as you pulled away from him. He looked at you hazy and quizzical. 

Delicate fingers wrap around his dick, and he falls back, breathing unevenly. You decided to fight back against him, as you got on all fours, and started to move your hands, grip getting tighter. He eyes you, lids half closed, and the butterflies in your stomach come back tenfold at the noises he makes. He sure was loud, and he loved that you enjoyed it. You dip, tongue dripping in saliva as it hits his tip. Sosuke shudders in anticipation. Your lips envelope his length.

You swirled, then once fully coated you pushed down, eyes closed, breathing through your nose. You could hear the groans he was making. It was music to your ears, you go deeper, and that elicited even louder noises. He was calling your name as you bobbed up and down, making sure to steady yourself so you didn’t gag. Sosukes hand finds his way to your crown and hums in pleasure. Seeing you in this position, in this state, made something inside him snap.

“You’re such a good girl.. Pleasing me like that. I love you baby girl.” That sent you haywire. You picked up the pace, his hips bucking into your mouth. You no longer cared if gag reflexes were a thing. You loved this. He made you feel so so good.  You kept going until your jaw started to hurt. He’d notice since your pace became sloppy. He was almost there, but he stopped you. “You did amazing, love. Let me take it from here.” You gave him a little nod, and he pulls you into a kiss. Another passionate one. You could get used to this. 

You lay back, and he grips your thighs, locking you around his waist as he positioned himself on top of you. He gets close to you, chest touching as he goes into kiss you. Melting into it you didn’t notice he was pushing himself into you until you felt the penetration pain. You gasped and he took that time to snake his tongue into your mouth, tasting you, and dancing with your tongue. He almost comes at how tight you were around him, but he manages to relax. The throbbing made him want to go insane.  You nod at him to let him know you were ready to continue and he strokes, slow but deep. 

Arms envelop his shoulders, but before you could lock it, he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. Your eyes meet again, this time he had a darker tint to it. He was sitting up now, his thrust getting faster, more animalistic. His carnal desire was ramping up, and he needed to make you his. He wanted to imprint himself onto you for the rest of your life. 

He slammed into you repeatedly, balls hitting your skin, as you cried his name  he grabs your leg with a free hand and lays it on his chest, your feet facing the ceiling. Tears threatened to spill. You were seeing stars and the constellations in the night sky as he pounded into you. You were slightly drooling. You were a hot mess, and Sosuke just stares obsessed with this scene unfolding. You look like you were about to cry and cum all over him. You looked like a sweet princess, and he was taking your innocence from you. It made him feel so empowered. You loved how sweaty he was, how messy he looked. 

As you neared your release he stopped. Your eyes snap open, blinking in confusion, and feeling it slip away. You prop yourself up to speak to him but he starts again, gaining a yelp from you, but this time he was going even faster. The way he was going was almost as if he was scratching an itch you had. Your stomach started feeling crazy, you started getting dizzy.

“S-Sosuke I’m going to cum..” You mumbled, senseless, eyes veiled with pleasure. “Cum for me baby. Show me how much you love me.” Your body fell limp, as your body surged, legs shaking as you screamed his name, cumming around him. As if that wasn’t enough, you milked his cock. Wrapping so beautifully tight around him, preventing him from pulling back out, causing him to grunt, your name escaping his lips as he released inside of you. Sosuke immediately pulls out, and that sensation itself causes you to squirt all over him. A squeal befalls your mouth as liquid comes oozing out of you. You were such a delicious mess. He almost cums again at the sight of you sticky with his cum, sweaty, and fucked to perfection. Oh how gorgeous you looked for him. 

After savoring your sight he lays down next to you, immediately wrapping his arms around you and holding you closer to him. He kisses your forehead, then your lips, then looks you in the eyes, the dark tint no longer there, “I love you. Y/N.” He mumbles, and you look at him through glossed orgasmic eyes, “I love you too Sosuke..” you managed back. 

Sosuke Aizen, a man of very few words, couldn’t believe he was laying here, with a woman he loved so dearly, after such little time together. He was okay with this exchange. He was more than okay with it. He wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend, but he wanted to get the timing right so badly. Maybe he will take you out to dinner? Flowers and all. He wanted you to feel the moment. He wanted you to know that he wanted to be with you. What just happened was a perfect moment for him to ask, but he wanted to do it correctly, like he always wanted to.

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Morning arrives, and you wake up. Groggy with no energy, you move your legs, only to feel it unstick to each other. Your body shudders, a bit put off by the noise it made, as you look to your left and a sleeping Aizen lays there. You beamed at the sight of, taking a mental picture of him, before you got up to shower. You hummed in the shower, legs slightly numb from last night as you thought about your day and what's to come. Maybe you and Sosuke can go out for breakfast and then study together like normal, and then catch a movie? Maybe go out with your friends and talk to them about what the heck just happened? Or maybe stay at home, recover, rest and just order food? The possibilities were endless. You were going to ponder a bit more until you felt hands on your waist. 

You yelped as Sosuke's lips made contact with your shoulder, and that eased you immediately. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He mutters,  most likely still sleepy. “Good morning, baby.” You mumbled back, enjoying this exchange. “What do you wanna do today?” You ask, as you both washed yourselves. “I’ve gotta head home real quick to change, and then I will be back to pick you up. We can get breakfast together?” You nodded, pleased with that idea. 

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The news left you heartbroken.

[david-talks-sw]

Hello @David-talks SW,

I was just wondering do you, by any chance, have any quotes from George Lucas talking about The Sith or The Emperor's ultimate goal?

I can't find the exact quote but I think he said that Sidious' goal is to rule the galaxy, allow his apprentice to challenge him when the time is right (be it Vader or Luke had he turned to the Dark Side) and allow his apprentice to strikes him down.

All Sith is after immortality but from their point of view life after death does not exist. The closest thing to immortality is their own legacy. That is why Sidious is trying to find the perfect apprentice in I-III. He find that in Anakin. Vader fails him at the end of III with his fight with Obi-Wan Kenobi. He find another chance with Luke Skywalker and that is he is so obsessed with trying to convert young Skywalker over to his side.

At the end of the day, he doesn't care what happen to him as long as the Sith rule the entire galaxy after him forever.

It is consistent with what he told Yoda before their fight in the Senate in III: "DARTH SlDIOUS: You will not stop me. Darth Vader will become more powerful than either of us."

I believe Dave Filoni said something alone the line of Maul's own goal in Rebel Recon, which was a behind the scene show of Star Wars Rebels (2014-2018). Mind you I think Dave Filoni's understanding of the Sith, in general, is akin to those of George Lucas' vision of them rather then the Jedi.

I could be wrong on the matter and I would be thankful if you could correct me on it.

Thank you.

Hey there!

I see @writerbuddha already answered you here.

Let me just add a few more quotes for your information!

"The Jedi are the enemy of the Sith because the Sith want to dominate the galaxy, to control everything, and for a thousand years they have had a plot against the Jedi." - Sci-fi Online, 2005

The Sith just wanna subdue and control everyone around them, including the Force itself, to fashion the galaxy in their image.

"The end game for the Sith was to bring the world into a very selfish, self-centered, greedy, evil place, as opposed to a compassionate place." - James Cameron's Story of Science Fiction, 2018

I go more into clarifying the Sith's goals here. Here's another quote that isn't in the linked post:

Q: So what is the Phantom Menace? There are lots of different ways to put it. It's the Dark Lords of the Sith, of which there are only two. That's the opposite of a Jedi. It's somebody that works with the dark side of the Force. There is one Sith Lord is who trying to wreak havoc and take over the galaxy, and he is the phantom menace. I think you get the idea. There is somebody pulling the strings for everything. - Premiere, 1999

Hope it helps!

Edit:

To be clear, saying the Sith care about their legacy is giving them wayyyy too much credit. They're selfish assholes. The whole point of having an apprentice is that if they die, at least the lineage goes on.

But they're not planning on dying, they're trying to go against the Fates and do everything in their power to NOT die.

The Jedi are the ones who deal in things like a legacy. You tell the word "legacy" to a Sith and he'll laugh in your face, he doesn't care that his *worst case scenario* is safe and sound and will carry on without him, he wants to be the guy that carries on forever.

And as @unhelpfulfemme points out in the replies, this comes with a "might makes right" mentality.

"If scum like you managed to kill magnificent me, then I deserve to die for being so pathetic and losing to a worm, and you deserve to live for having overcome the badass warrior that I am."

[fancyfeathers]

@zainiscompletelydone333 asked a question

i think my fav dynamic for Sherlock + William's darling is with psych darling. Her deductions or startegies may not be the best Infront of the two, but her moment shines when she is insulting psychoanalysing them and actually being accurate.

Oh she could tell the moment when they are obsessed with her, she had watched William’s behavior from afar during her final year at university and had the opportunity to work with Sherlock when she joined Scotland Yard and she can see the shift in behavior from when she first met them to now as subtle as it is, and with Sherlock and William especially it is practically undetectable to most. Then after she finds out the clock starts ticking because as soon as one of them picks up that she knows it is all over.

I imagine that she has to put in her best facade while she works on getting work abroad which should not be to difficult given all of her recommendations and the fact that she would have graduated as the valedictorian from her university. She only tells the inspector she works for when she gets the new job, a criminal psychologist in a top private detective agency in Paris.

She gets so close, she had one last day on the force and sure she gets dragged along on a trip to York with Sherlock, Watson, and her boss, Inspector Lestrade, after Sherlock is a bit antsy after the Study in Scarlet/Jefferson Hope case. Everything goes alright on her end until she finds William and his brother on the train ride back to London and of course Sherlock already knows him, as if things could not get any worse…

Well they can.

The murder happens on the train and Sherlock and William solve it, with little help from her and Lestrade, the actual police, and the culprit gets caught and arrested. Then as they are about to go their separate ways Lestrade pats her on the back and has to say…

“Well this is certainly an interesting last day on the force for you, Doctor.”

The silence that follows that statement is absolutely screaming.

She just stands there, completely frozen, as William and Sherlock look at her and the inspector. William is the first to ask about what he meant and of course Lestrade has no problem giving an explanation, it is her last day because she is moving away to Paris. She excuses herself from the conversation to return home so she can hopefully have her things packed and she can be on a boat to France before the morning.

Then right as she is finishing packing the last of her things she hears footsteps from behind her and she turns around to see William, and she has no idea how on earth he had gotten into her flat. He walks right in and hands her a file, a case study that she had done on the Lord of Crime for Scotland Yard.

“You are quite intelligent, but you just are not quick enough. I am sorry to say that you lost this game or ours, my dear.”

The next morning a missing person’s report gets filed in Scotland Yard by one of her neighbors, the door to her flat was wide open, all of her suitcases and belongings still there but she was no where in sight, and her case study on the Lord of Crime lay on the ground. There is no trace of her that Scotland Yard can find, but just like in the Study in Scarlet there is something Sherlock needs to see.

Sherlock gets called to the scene and when he arrives the first thing her gets handed is the case study that was found on the ground and as he flicks through the pages he finds an odd page which was clearly not added by his darling, and all it has is a few words penned in neat handwriting that are all too familiar to Sherlock…

Catch me if you can, Mr. Holmes

[britcision]

I dunno if I touched on this already but I am Obsessed so you’re stuck with it

Just

Idk the Adventurer’s Bible calls it “cruel” that Mithrun told Thistle that Delgal wanted him dead in the end, but… it just doesn’t read that way to me

No one questions that Laios and co didn’t want to start a fight and just wanted to talk, but I feel like Mithrun was coming from a pretty similar place

He gives every prospective dungeon lord a chance, speaks to them more readily than anyone else, and always offers them a chance to back down despite clearly believing they won’t take it

And I mean I can’t 1000% cite it so I might be wrong, but… I think it’s also the only time he openly empathizes? He’s more emotive, with more facial expressions, but I can’t really think of another time he openly talks about what other people want

He’ll drop all his own trauma without batting an eye, but with Thistle and then with Marcille he tries to work out what their motivations are, what they want to wish for, and use his own experiences to warn them it can’t work and they won’t actually get it

It’s kinda cursory, but much less than Lycion asking Laios to give up on Marcille; he’s seeking a connection to spare them his fate, and while seeing Thistle catatonic doesn’t noticeably phase him, he’s pretty disinterested in the dungeon lords when you compare it to his reaction to the winged lion

(Full feral, 30 seconds flat, not a word before it’s peanut butter murder time)

The dungeon lords are ostensibly natural enemies as much as the demon is, and all the other Canaries are pretty focused on eliminating the dungeon lord as the first priority, and I dunno if any of the rest would even bother asking them to stand down

Lycion sure as hell doesn’t bother trying to justify to Laios why he shouldn’t go side with Marcille; he just asks him to abandon his friend, no, entirely expected, and he’s pretty clearly just humouring Kabru

Officially, they have to kill the dungeon lord to get a shot at the demon, and with a direct shot Mithrun loses his shit

But either dungeon lord alone? He doesn’t even try to seriously hurt them until he’s made the offer, he gets them temporarily incapacitated at best and he’s perfectly happy to let Laios free Marcille if he thinks he has even a vague shot at it

And sure, it might all be calculated to throw them off their game, to find weaknesses and rattle them before the fighting starts, but then why would he agree to let Laios help her stop being a dungeon lord without a fight?

The other captains sure as hell aren’t buying in, but Mithrun signs off without question, and it also might be that he just doesn’t care about the dungeon lords; any way he can get to the demon works

But he could have killed Marcille instead of trying to restrain or search her

He’s a fucking madlad, the time he used tackling her and starting the pat down could have begin with cape-decapitation to solve the problem before it occurred

He could have sent the plank into Thistle’s chest, not his arm to make him drop the book - that’s even a bigger target

They’re the Canaries. They already heard Laios say he wanted to be the dungeon lord. If they’d tpk’d the entire party there, it’d have been their job description, and we only got a dramatic final showdown because he gave Marcille a chance to just hand the books over… or let him take them

(Bet Pattadol and Lycion regretted pulling him off her, optics be damned, for at least a couple hours there)

Idk I just think it’s interesting that despite being the character with no wants or opinions on most things… he really does try to save the dungeon lords, and his squad follow his lead until they can’t even in his absence

(Talking to Laios and Chilchuck even after he’s fucked off, giving Laios even a cursory chance to quit)

It just… doesn’t add up that he told Thistle what Delgal wanted to be cruel, not on top of everything else

It wasn’t fucking tactful, but it was true, and if Thistle had believed him and realized that what he was doing was pointless…

That woulda been the fight. Wrap on Dungeon Lord Thistle, just a hop down for the other book, the status quo is mostly intact but the Island is saved

I don’t think it’s necessarily cruel to not want to kill someone

(But then the Golden Country woulda had to deal with King Mithrun Who 10000% Is Leaving To Find Another Demon Murder Opportunity, so like it was never an option narratively… which makes it all the more interesting that he tried)

[understandableparadox]

On your 80s Curse of Strahd campaign. Which character is the most drastically different from their canon counterpart, and what system did you use?

(ill save you the disappointment and rip the band-aid, im still fifth editions lil whipping Mspa Sprite, its easy and it serves the purposes of what i want from it.)

SO! a lot of the name characters have been mostly rewritten from what they were like from the original game-

Strahd: big lord of barovia. i wanted him to Feel Bored. the idea is that every time you play curse of strahd, strahd remembers it. every humiliating defeat, every overwhelming crushing victory, every time your character decided they could fix him- he has gone through it all in an ad-nauseam repeating loop that has slowly ripped him mind apart and then pieced it back together piece mail. to the point where in this specific loop, in which time has been allowed to advance to a point where it resembles 80s Americana- he welcomes the players eagerly, awaiting the hunt. death for him has become a welcomed sign for rest in a moment of true oblivion. he also became a rock star and completely shed the vestiges of nobility. resulting in the ongoing joke - "Strahd? The Rock Star?" whenever someone attempts to talk about strahd in a way that's a little to reverent.

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Ludmilla, Anastrasya, volenta: motherfucker (affectionate) i can sneeze and they would immediately gain ten new personality traits, the personality traits we have given them are All Fan Made Creations. you wanna know what the book has to say on them? All their blinding and innovate story telling?

"they have pretty dresses that are dirty and go "BLEH!" and attack you."

which i mean... that's a lot of how draculas brides are depicted... anyways i gave the wives a overhall and give them all special power sets. volenta can create bugs, her body can be swapped with bug parts which is fun. ludmilla is a god damn Genius, and anestrasya is a silver screen starlet with memory based abilities. (as in she can swap things with aspects of how they were remembered and a bit more but that's a special tool for later). all three are also - oops, is that one of my players i see trying to sneak a fucking peak? Back to the fucking dungeon with you, go on, Get! -

Personality wise;

Volenta: i made her autistic. oh you need more? i hate the idea of her acting like a Harley quinn knock off, i am sure far better dms then me can Swing it but baby i am bad at disco and when i swing my hips, there are concerning noises~<3. so i toned down her personality. she is still Vary Intense but Vary Goal oriented. i gave her things that she hyper fixates on, i made her Obsessive, i made it so that when she has an emotional misunderstanding, it can be Deadly because i think thats a more fun character.

Anastrasya: oh baby the camera loves her no matter how many times she fake her death and changes her social security number. i made her the Excellent host, someone who can't help but to dazzle and please those around her. she trives when theirs someone around to make happy! All eyes on her if you Please. Notably one of the wives who finds drinking blood to be rather Fucking Nasty so she simply doesnt, she can, in fact she should, but she simply dosent.

Ludmilla: i think the pitfall of the most intelligent people is that they can See what is wrong but they are Screaming into a void. now, i think a intelligent persons pitfall in dungeons and dragons is that intelligence is a dumb stat. if you are Hot and Strong, you can get away with being a dumb sack'a bricks! and that's Deeply frustrating. is no one going to question how the laws of mass and energy are being Bent over and treated like the MC of a """Spicy""" Romance novel? no one gonna comment how mass conversion is getting treated simalierly? this world is a nightmare of rules and logic that refuse to fallow their own rules and logic and her own vast intelligence is stagnant because Who the fuck needs a brainiac when my Hot Fairy Soul keeper will let me burrow her nuke on the Weekend? She fucking Hates People.

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ireena: her being the damsel in distress and i do mean the damsel of all time, just destiny little target practice for Bad and Bad, i wanted her to embody a growing frustration. smart as a whip and desperate to see Anything improve Ever. i switched her from a fighter to a artificer - a proper conspiracy nut that distrusts most of barovias larger institutions. hey, what do you think would happen if david bowie showed up and used Hot Mind-control on you? I think that would Scare me on a fundamental level and every day after wards would be a fight for control over yourself even when their is no danger, a constant desperate need to prove your own will in hopes that no one can ever say you are not your Own. Also a player drew her!

(done by @hareofhrair

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Gertrude, Doru and Ismarck: I made them into a little bit of a Werid love triange. Ismarck Loves Doru (no confession) -> doru loves gertrude -> gertrude would love a hag if it said something intresting to her and talked to her long enough from her fucking apartment window.

after ireenas Vary Bad, Absolute Worst Date Ever with Russias david bowie- Ismarck and doru would lead a militia of barovias towns folk to kill the vampire of the castle, this would be known as the Cradle rebellion because it was led by idiot babies. doru before hand confessed her feelings to gertrude who jumped out of a 5 story buildings to join him (and run away from her psycho mother.). Now this is where it gets Really Silly. ismarck and doru make it down to the tombs of the castle where they and the rebellion get shit stomped by rahadin- Lmao skill diff- but Gertrude? in the charge, she got separated and wandered around the castle for so long that strahd ended up finding her. in which gertrude demanded his unconditional surrender. Strahd, baffled by what the fuck is going on because This just has never happened before, decided to appoint her as the barovian townships ambassador and has been keeping her prisoner until negotiations can begin. she belives that doru and ismarck are within the castle getting treated for wounds. They Are Not. doru has become a vampric vagabond after getting his blood lust supressed by the party and ismarck is dealing with the zombie apocalypse.

Gertrude is so god damn funny to me. in the book she just Left because she wants to bang strahd. thats absurd and hilarious. i love her. she deserves to be a part of every game of curse of strahd. her favorite books are howls moveing castle and shitty cheap monster romances. shes now in her own invented love triangle between her broken heroic knight boy friend and the dark mysterious vampiric master of the house.

ismarck is still white. i though it would be funnier to have him look like a surfer dude with a broadsword you can surf on. in another life he would be hanging ten and kissing dudes on the beach, shits so unfair man...

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and there are more, but hopefully that gives you a peak into my DMing and Writing style!

[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88]

Hey there, darlings! And welcome to my little corner of the interwebs! Below, you'll find a list of fandoms that you'll be likely to see content for, if you stick around, so feel free to join in the fun, if you are so inclined? I don't bite (though I am rather feral over fictional men at times. It can't be helped!)

please do not solicit me for money. you will be flagged as spam, and blocked. the same can be said for blank blogs. ye have been warned.

Current fandom obsessions:

Rings of Power/The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings

Shadow & Bone

Star Wars

Reign

The Walking Dead

House of the Dragon/Game of Thrones

Stranger Things

The Walking Dead

Marvel

1883/1923/Yellowstone

The Pitt

Top Gun (1986)/Top Gun Maverick

Masterlist is below the cut! Due to real life and health, updates may be somewhat sporadic at times, but I'd love for you to take a look and maybe let me know what you think? All I ask is that you don't plagiarize or translate my work in any way, shape, form, or utilize it with AI, chatGPT, or any robot. I'm not ready for the robot over-lords to take my things just yet, thank you very much. 😅

And for those who may prefer to read on a site other than Tumblr, here are links to my profiles on both fanfiction.net and A03 😊

fanfiction.net

ao3

Dividers by @zaldritzosrose (thank you so very much!)

Rings of Power

-The Wanderer Series Masterlist (Halbrand|Sauron/OC)

-Old Town Road Series Masterlist->Yellowstone-ish AU (Halbrand/OC)

-The Abhorred Series Masterlist (Adar/OC)

-The Scars On Our Hearts Series Masterlist->Marvel-ish AU (Adar/OC)

1923

-Gilded Cage Series Masterlist (Spencer Dutton/OC)

Stranger Things (2016)

-Up Is Down Series Masterlist (Eddie Munson/OC)

[m--rtyr]

Here is another edition of: Things I write when I am bored that I think you would find interesting

We talked about tropes yesterday and I am honestly someone who loves leaning into dramatic tropes so hard with becomes comedy. Not in a way that subverts it, just in a way that plays it into a different light. My current "This should be dramatic but is now a comedy" is a story of Three polyamourous nuns where one of them is a werewolf.

Heather is a woman 30 year who recently became a werewolf and decided "Fuck, time to live in the woods forever", except, she knows she has no survival skills outside of when she is a werewolf so she joins a convent in the middle of nowhere to make up for it. Her family of catholics are really proud, both because of her devotion, second because they know she is a pathetic lesbian and hopes she can at least have some game by way of forced proximity.

Louisa(28) and Magaret(31) have been at that convent for a bit, mostly just going about their day in religious/autistic routine and filling in the gaps by being gay with and for each other. They help Heather out when she arrives but as she is flighty and anxious, they don't bother her too much assuming she fled an abusive situation. (It has happened before)

It isn't until Louisa is out picking fruit for totally legal wine making that she is pounced by Heather as a werewolf. AND SHE IS HERE FOR IT! Heather managed to not do anything, the scent of arousal confusing her enough to take control and flee but Louisa immediately tells Margaret who is also fascinated. Feeling beyond guilty, Heather goes up to then and admits she is a werewolf and Louisa is so happy because not only can she fuck a werewolf THE WEREWOLF IS A GIRL! (Louisa is pan, she is just tired of men)

So it becomes a poly-nun-lovestory while also trying to hide the fact that Heather is a werewolf. And then demons show up, so now it's a nun-werewolf versus demons thing, again, for fun. There is also a lot of doing farm work as a labor for the lord before the lesbians take a roll around in the hay. The sheep on the farm really like Heather, and every time she is in a barn, there is at least one sheep with her, and after transformations, she wakes up naked in the barn and piled by sheep half the time. No one knows why. Just that the sheep are very weird and none of the animals have been lost to wolves or coyotes since her arrival. (Come to find out the sheep are blessed and Heather is their unofficial shephard.)

There are a few side plots/gags, one of them being the nuns really trying to set up the head priest, Father Price(42) with the himbo laborer/barely priest, Brother Jack(29). Starts in by Heather only ever able to smell shame around Price and assuming that he is just a really good catholic until she realizes that it is really bad around Jack. At first she assumes it's a secret child thing, by the amount of times Price says "That boy with be the death of me" until she smells the shame come to it's peak when Jack is shirtless fixing the barn and she hears him mutter over and over to himself "I will not become a meme, I will not be that meme."

Heather then asks Louisa and Margaret about it and they are so excited someone else has noticed it. They start trying to set the two up, and during it Jack fully asks "Hey, are you a werewolf? If you are, let me know so I can reinforce things around the full moon.". And that's how they find out Jack became a priest because he can see and hear ghost's and decided he needed to lean into it. He listens to the ghost's like one would a podcast while he works. (Jack got the ADHD, Price got Obsessive Compulsive Tendencies)

Price eventually also becomes a werecreature/werebear in a series of unfortunate events and gets full catholic guilt about it. Jack sees him post transformation and shirtless one New Moon, hairy and built like a bear/strongman and immediately runs to Louisa and Margaret and goes "I SEE IT NOW! I SEE THE VISION!". They become a small monster fucking club.

The second side plots is that there is a single non binary person in their town that they are convinced is an angel (ethereal, pretty, hurts to look at) when they are actually a demon who has been really trying to get better and go to therapy. Also, may or may not be part of an mlm/pyramid scheme every other week.

It's just fun to write silly stories.

Genuinely love writing silly stories and plots. Especially supernatural ones.

One of my own is about a kind of paranormal/supernatural detective who has an adopted daughter who may or may not be the antichrist. But they don’t focus on that, it just means sometimes demons and other creatures of the night tend to gravitate towards whenever he is and it makes his job a little bit harder. Less work when you’re travelling around the country looking for it. More work when your daughter has such horrendous vibes that it comes to you.

He ends up settling in one city and the supporting cast are other supernatural creatures and one human guy who thinks it’s all a bit they do. He tells them he’s a werewolf that only turns on full moons, to be funny, and they believe him. And none of them have managed to figure out he’s human, and he hasn’t been able to realise they’re not.

I do have a lot of more serious genuine plots. But. This one is mostly just a string of comedic events, told from the perspective of the world’s more tired dad. Because I love a comedic procedural. It’s not secretly super deep or anything. Just a bunch of crime.

I’m now tempted to like. Draw everyone. Yours and mine. Supernatural gays for the win, right.

[astarioffsimpmain]

Writer Interview Game

Thanks for the tag, @brabblesblog!!

When did you start writing?

I started writing in fifth grade when one of my favorite teachers I've ever had set a short story assignment, but I didn't truly fall in love with it until sixth grade, when - for a poetry memorization assignment - I discovered a book full of Edgar Allan Poe poems and short stories. I memorized the whole of The Raven for the assignment and pretty much became obsessed with his works. Poe's writing was the spark to my writing flame, and he is my favorite author to this day.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I loooove reading adventure fantasy. I'd love to write adventure fantasy too, but I'm not confident enough in my world building just yet. Eragon, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Inkheart, The Hunger Games, Gothikana, Cirque Du Freak, etc. I love it!

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

As previously stated, I would love to emulate Poe. He's my inspiration and pretty much the reason I started writing for more than school assignments. I haven't ever been compared to another writer before, except in the spirit of spite, so I've got nothing there. haha

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Anywhere I feel I can tuck away. I have a spot on my couch with a blanket, my laptop, and a spot for my coffee. I have my multiple soft blankets on my bed and a pillow to prop my Kindle on for ambience and music, and my side table - for my coffee, of course. But I've also written curled up in my seat on a bus driving through the Scottish Highlands, as well as in a corner seat in a hotel lobby in York, England, and in a little bookstore nook in London. I write where I feel inspired, however or whenever that may be.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Mustering it up myself is not often an option for me. My ADHD brain seeks dopamine where it can, but anyone with a dopamine deficiency will tell you that it's not an easy feat. lol But I always feel my most inspired before and during thunderstorms, or when I go to a location that excites me. I love abandoned places, cozy coffee shops, old libraries or bookstores, and castles/cathedrals. They give me a rush of energy which helps propel me to write. Hopefully once I get my physical health sorted, I'll be able to travel more, and therefore write more as well!

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I want my readers to know just by reading my writing that I come from my heart. Everything I write is a part of and an extension of me, and I put care and consideration into every word that ends up on the page once I publish. I want them to be able to feel that my work is a labor of love in every word.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I think scene setting and narration is probably my strength. I'm someone who is very detail-oriented in everything I do, and I tend to do more narration than anything else. Over the years I've been forcing myself to write more dialogue-based pieces just so I could practice getting better at it. So uh... hopefully I eventually do. lol

How do you feel about your own writing?

I'm of two minds about it most of the time. When I don't settle into my "writing trance", which is where words are essentially flowing out of me without anything to hinder them, I'm not too fond of it. When I am forced to kind of slug through the words until I have a flow, I usually don't like what comes out or how it sounds, and it takes me much longer. The writing trance happens very rarely, but when it does happen, it's amazing. I usually really enjoy what comes out of those moments.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

It's definitely a mix of both, because often times I garner inspiration from what others get excited by. I know that when others get excited about what I'm doing, I'm far more likely to be excited about it too, and my excitement is essential to me even hoping to finish something. But on the flip side, I will also write things that I feel like will only mean something to me, but they end up meaning a lot to others as well. I feel as though that's somewhat of the human experience: sharing the things we accomplish through the insistence of our hearts. When we share and are received positively, we are inspired to continue sharing.

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Tagging, Darlings: @senualothbrok @thechaoticdruid @dark-and-kawaii

[serendipminie-writes]

Intro post

Hi! I’m Minie or Mei and welcome to my writing blog. Here you will find writing memes, aesthetics for writing, prompts, inspiration, as well as anything involving my wips. I will set up a masterlist for them eventually. 

I have a deep love of incredibly attractive villains, classic tropes used in unexpected ways, vampires (oh I love my vampires), the fair folk, witchcraft, sirens and adore tracking other writeblrs. I am a very intense worldbuilder. Details are key for me!

I love being tagged in basically anything you think I would like and am open to receiving totally random asks. I'm here to make some writing mutuals!

(Main blog is @serendipminie if you want to learn more about me! The facts are over there :) )

What I write:

I often write YA fiction and fantasy as well as paranormal if I feel the urge. Sometimes I dabble, and I usually add romance and platonic relationships into my stories. My characters are usually LGBTQIA2S+ ;)

I write multi-chapter stories, short stories and little blurbs based off whatever is inspiring me in the moment.

Recurring themes in my writing:

Gay romances

Found family

Vampires

Hot villains dear lord

Piles of angst

Tall dark-haired x short blonde couples

Platonic soulmates

Characters that are purely a queer mess

Cozy aesthetics somewhere or another

Characters based on people I know

Made-up cities and places

Fantasy fantasy fantasy, always loaded with magic somewhere

References to flowers in some way or another

What I do for mutuals and fellow writers:

-Make moodboards for their characters, stories or particular scenes

-Tag them in writing games

-Make prompts for whoever likes them

-Help with brainstorming in the DMs (if anyone needs help or inspiration, feel free to DM me!)

Current obsessions:

-Making moodboards (If you'd like one let me know~)

-Making playlists for writing

-Vampires

-Faeries and their world

-Sirens and merfolk

-Witches and anything having to do with witchcraft

Tags:

Empty for now!

(Information on my current wips will be under the cut once I add them!)

Empty for now~ enjoy the blog!

[unfo11owmeplz]

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The fallen artist with the lowest self-esteem.

Do not follow me due to my attachment&avoiddant-problems (with people & expectations), unfiltered randomness, and general worthlessness. But if you want to be let in on my secrets, misery, and cringe then...welcome to hell. 👻

I blog for myself to cope/relief stress and help accept myself....unfollow me at any time cuz that's the point. 🤓

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Mostly blogs: smash bros, various cartoons&games, 2000s anime&mahou shoujos, J-fashion, Food, dumbass shitposts.

⚠️mostly sfw but can blog some dirty jokes/yaoi & blood/horror content

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Current obsession: Keroro Gunso & Mawaru PenguinDrum

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☆ BLOG TAGS! ☆

My art = #Crackadoodledoo

My personal texts = #the ol rambledamble, #vent sent💀

My drabbles/headcanons etc. = #scriptures of delusion

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More about me if you wanna try this mysterious entity LOL:

I go by many names but for this blog I'll be using Question or just Q. I'm a gender-failure so you can call me any pronoun LOL

I'm a war immigrant that suffered from childhood/sibling abuse and have AUDHD. I'm well over 20 but due to autism I act/think much younger.

Just so you know I am very switchy: manic/depressed, childish/old bag, cute interests or dark/violent/weird interests, pervy/sex-repulsed, outgoing/reclusive. So don't be surprised or expect too much from me, but I'll try to keep myself in check tho.

Uhm... I try to draw and write. I always dreamed of making it as a cartoonist but due to anxiety and lack of support but also wrist pains I will only do it sparingly. I'm currently learning music production and am trying baking/confectionery on the side.

My fandom names are a secret but I will be posting multiple fandom content here, things that I deem not good enough or too risky for main. It can be either ship/thirst trap(fanservice) or angst/horror content.

This blog will hopefully help me to come out of my shell and teach me to be less perfectionist. If you read it till this point then thank you and yoroshiku. 👻✨️

If you want to know specifics though: I post #ikemarth and other ships with ike/hector/ephraim (#aiku! • #hecc • #eph) I tag each FE series by their continent xept for #3H, #Fates and #FEE. I like wander over yonder's peepers/lord hater (#woy • hatey bo batey • #why am i in love with a giant eyeball • #death glare,) and multiple #keroro gunso ships&things (mostly of #zoruru or #dororo). I also like Shulk (#xb • #shulkie bubbie!), Terry Bogard (the terry tales...), Sonic/Shadow (#sth or #sonadow), Rex Dangervest (#lego, no dedicated rex tag yet) and #Odin Sphere's Oswald (#the ozzlerrr!). And #Ryuken.