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So, I don’t know how it happened, but…. I’VE REACHED 6.000 FOLLOWERS!!
I would like to thank every single one of you here for following me, sticking with me even through the tougher times! I love you all so SO much, and I gotta say, when I joined Tumblr I never thought I’d be writing like this and have this amazing community of supportive people all around, so thank you!
But, enough of my sappiness :D
WE HAVE A WRITING CHALLENGE to celebrate this milestone, because I love reading things from all of you!
Here are the rules, if you like to join in:
you don’t have to follow me (though it would be nice)
there is no minimum or maximum for the amount of words in your story, all I ask is please, PLEASE, use the keep reading button <3
choose one setting/place from the list below (no limit per setting, if all of you want to write for a forest, go for it)
you also have to choose one line from the list below (again, no limit for the amount of people writing for particular line)
your story should have both the setting (doesn’t have to be the primary setting, just needs to be there) and the line you chose
add proper warnings before your story, it can be as dark as you want, just please, tag properly
tag me, and use the hashtag #SimsMixedAdventure
the deadline is also my birthday just because I can, haha, so the 12th of May 2021
send me an ask with ONE SETTING and ONE LINE you choose from the list
if you have any questions, don’t worry and talk to me, I’m always available <3
List of settings:
forest
café
restaurant
pool
meadow
castle
haunted house
candy store
kid’s party
cabin
ski slope
mountains
hospital
school
lake
boat
library
island
hotel
film set
List of lines (some are from movies, some are from my older challenges that haven’t been used yet):
You have bewitched me, body and soul. (Pride and Prejudice, 2005)
So be prepared, be enthusiastic, and leave your bullshit attitude and baggage at the door because we don't need it. (Wet Hot American Summer, 2001)
I just wanted to take another look at you. (A Star is Born, 2018)
You’ve got red on you. (Shaun of the Dead, 2004)
We could not talk or talk forever and still find things to not talk about. (Best in Show, 2000)
My tastes are very singular. (Fifty Shades of Grey, 2015)
The law says that you cannot touch. But I think I see a lot of lawbreakers up in this house tonight. (Magic Mike, 2012)
I'm the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy. (The Departed, 2006)
I don't like sand. It's all coarse, and rough, and irritating. And it gets everywhere. (Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones, 2002)
I'm glad he's single because I'm going to climb that like a tree. (Bridesmaids, 2011)
I would, totally, only that I don’t want to.
Did you just kiss me?
Can you just not? You’re giving me a headache.
If you could just hold my hand and be quiet, that would be nice.
What if we tried one more time?
I mean, we could still runaway together.
You interrupt my reading once more, and this book will become a lethal weapon.
If being clumsy was a currency, I’d be a bloody billionaire.
Please be quiet, I can’t hear myself losing the will to live.
I would call you an imbecile but that’d be cruel as you wouldn’t be able to spell it.
Hope you guys will find something that sparks up your imagination and interest! If there is something you’d like to see added, let me know! Thank you all again!
Tagging a few people, but dont feel any pressure to participate <3
This obsession isn't fading, but I ain't sorry, y'all will have to endure this. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Once wed, once forced apart by Adar's betrayal, and now their paths cross again - all while he is fighting side by side with an elf that looks at him as if they are soulbound.
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, public, jealousy, choking, possessiveness, some degrading
Pairing: Halbrand/Sauron x fem!reader (2.3k words)
At first it felt as if she was dreaming. A restless dream that would haunt her for centuries to come. A darkening dream that would force her to doubt everything she had clung to ever since their paths had been forced to part. Centuries that have turned into a cloud of confusing smoke, too thick for her to see through it.
But the tip of the sword felt too cold, too sharp to be a mere imagination of her racing mind. This wasn’t a dream, this was all but a dream, reality had caught up with her, drawing her towards the battle where she could feel him close.
Him. The one she had been bound to ever since she could remember. Him. The one who had always held her heart in his hands, careful not to crush it even as darkness had begun to poison every vein, every inch of his frame. Him. The one she had longed to feel close again ever since Adar’s betrayal.
Hope was flickering in her eyes, she had changed her frame just like he had, finding a new body to house her soul for the time being. A frame he seemed to find himself confused by, not reacting to the way her soul tried to reach for his, desperate to let their powers intertwine once again. But something seemed to hold him back, something that left a bitter aftertaste on (y/n)’s tongue while studying the unreadable expression tugging on his new handsome features.
“Who is she to you?” His eyes flickered from hers to Adar’s, the one she didn’t dare to look at, knowing that she’d fight against every sword for the mere chance to kill him. She’d burn Middle Earth to the ground for a chance to pierce her sword through his skin, robbing him of his life just like he had tried to rob the life of her lover.
“I don’t know her.” She couldn’t stop a huff from leaving her, forcing her lover’s eyes back to her. (Y/n) was close to murmuring his name, but the presence of the elf held her back, the golden haired warrior who looked at her lover with something making (y/n)’s insides churn in disgust and jealousy. The elf spoke something to him, but she couldn’t listen, not when she tried to make herself familiar with his new appearance, the slightly unruly look that seemed to perfectly fit him.
His eyes found hers again as he sheathed his sword before reaching for her arm to pull her to her feet. A fire spread through her the second he touched her, something he must have felt too judging by the momentary recognition flushing through his eyes. They kept holding eye contact as the elf reached for Adar, binding his arms to drag him with her. A soft smile managed to break out on (y/n)’s lips, she fought against the need to reach for his bearded cheek, to let her skin meet his again like it had last done on that forsaken morning before he had been ripped from her side.
For a second, a darkening grin widened on his lips, a grin that made her breath hitch in her chest. He tightened his grip on her while moving towards his horse, wordlessly helping her into the saddle before placing himself behind her. His arm found its way around her waist, pushing her back against his armoured chest before dipping his head down to let his breath fan over (y/n)’s neck, “I feared you may have forgotten about me, sweetling, but I should have known that our bond will survive even the furthest distances.”
Goosebumps rose on her skin, perfectly matching the heat spreading through her body. She couldn’t reply, not when the elf looked back at them for a moment before leading them down the forest path, but the way she squeezed his hand seemed to be enough for him for now.
…
“Halbrand, what a strange name to choose.”
Her voice had a teasing touch to it, drawing him closer as they stood near the shed the elf had dragged Adar into seconds ago. His eyes burned holes into her skin, leaving a fiery trail as he cupped her cheek, letting his calloused thumb stroke her skin.
“And what should I call you now, sweetling?” His voice dropped lower with every spoken syllable, undoubtedly feeling the same pull in his chest. She wanted to kiss him, wanted to feel his lips pressed against hers, but something seemed to hold him back, something having to do with that elf (y/n) struggled to look at for longer than a handful of seconds.
“I haven’t chosen a different name yet, Mairon.” The growl leaving him drew a whine out of (y/n), she needed to feel him closer, desperate to taste him again just like she had longed for all those centuries.
“The elf, Galadriel, is a worthy asset in our game, I fear you need to put your trust in me once more.” Confusion pushed through (y/n), forcing her eyebrows to furrow while looking up at him. He let go of her before another word could leave her, forced to look at Galadriel reemerging from the shed.
He left her side to speak to the elf, murmuring words (y/n) couldn’t understand. Anger began to simmer inside of her, anger directed at her lover who hadn’t even kissed her yet after all those years apart, at the elf who seemed to pull him into her trap all too easily, at herself for falling for his game yet again. But no matter how much she wanted to rip herself free, she couldn’t leave his side again - not after only being reunited moments ago.
“Speak, what’s your name?” Galadriel had her eyes directed on (y/n), waiting for her to find her words again as she fought against the lump in her throat. For a second, she let her gaze find his, hoping to find something swimming in his pupils to direct her path, but he didn’t give her anything. Nothing but the grin she had once found herself obsessing over.
“(Y/n),” it was a simple reply, a reply that left him tensing while the elf only nodded her head. It had been centuries since he had last heard her name being spoken out loud - only he had allowed himself to call it out loud when lust overcame him, the simple pleasure mankind seemed to ache for as if it was the air they needed to breathe. But his longings for her had always been stronger than his arrogance, allowing him to let go of any darkening thoughts while fucking his hand to the thought of her.
“Do you know how to wield a sword?” Galadriel’s eyes didn’t leave hers once, a gaze filled with uncertainties and confusions. (Y/n) only nodded her head as she could watch a smirk widen on her lover's lips. Perhaps her return had been just what he needed, another asset in fooling the elf who looked at him as if he had placed every single star on the night sky himself.
“Good, you’ll come with us.” Wordlessly the elf turned away from them, not picking up on the sight of Halbrand and (y/n) grinning at one another with darkness swimming in their pupils. A darkness that forced lust through their veins, a longing both seemed to share as he positioned himself behind her on the saddle once more.
For a second, time seemed to stand still as he whispered to her in the language others feared, the black speech both had shared all those centuries ago. His longing for her was clear, as was hers while she pressed herself back against his chest, unable to bite down a soft whimper as his words kept teasing her. Her whimper turned into a gasp as he suddenly led the horse into a different direction, away from Galadriel who seemed to be oblivious to what was happening.
Trees blurred past them, putting more and more distance between them and the elf. And then the horse came to a sudden halt, almost throwing her off the saddle had it not been for the strong arm he’d wrapped around her waist. Wordlessly he helped her back down, feet meeting the ground before she found herself pressed against the nearest tree.
And then their lips met, finally, after all those years apart. He still tasted the same, of loving and a home others would curse but she had always been aching for. The kiss wasn’t soft nor was it sweet, their teeth clashed, their tongues got tangled while his impatient hands toyed with the lacing of her trousers. Heavy pants left them both, urged on by their longings and the need to unite their bodies once more.
“Tell me, did you let another touch you?” Anger simmered inside of her, a sensation so strong, it allowed her to switch places with him, pushing her lover against the tree while her hands worked on his armour to free his aching cock. He stared down at her, hairs falling into his forehead, eyes growing darker with lust.
“Do you think so little of me, Mairon? I’ve endured centuries without a single touch while all I could long for was your closeness.” A satisfied hum left her lover, eyes momentarily fluttering close as he felt her hands wrapped around him, touching him just like he had touched himself days ago to the thought of her. He felt heavy in her hand, leaving her walls clenching around nothing at the thought of him “But what about you? Did your game ask you to bed the elf? She looks at you as if you’re soulbound.”
A raspy chuckle left him, a sound that only agitated her further. His cold hand found (y/n)’s warm cheek, forcing her to keep looking at him even as he pushed her hand away. Wordlessly he turned them around again, with his hand finding its rest on her throat he kept her held in place, “Perhaps I have, perhaps I’ve fucked her to blindside her, you always knew of the sacrifices we had to make.”
She knew that he was lying, set on pushing her further into her anger to heighten her senses, and yet she couldn’t stop the curses rolling off her tongue, words in the black speech he cut off with his hand adding more pressure to her throat. Her eyes grew wider as she felt his cock near her entrance, coating himself in her slick before he finally pushed into her.
The second he pushed into her she could have sworn she felt the ground shaking, an eruption so strong it buzzed through her body. But the smirk lingering on her lover’s lips was enough to keep her focused on him.
He fucked (y/n) against the tree, hard, fast, set on leaving bruises to make up for all those lost centuries. Barely any air managed to flood through her lungs, just enough to leave her trembling against him while choking on his name, “I’ve almost forgotten how being buried inside of you feels like, no matter which form we take on, we’re always made to fit, sweetling.”
The words were unusually soft, leaving her brows to furrow while she felt the air around them growing heavier. Something was happening in the Southlands, but she didn’t dare give in to any distraction while her lover finally fucked her again, “You’re taking me so well, fuck, I should have known that all those years wouldn’t change your hunger for me, you’ll always be a cock hungry whore for me.”
“Fuck you,” she spat the words against his lips, a mere whisper and yet just enough to make him raise his brows in mock surprise. His thrusts grew rougher, drawing whines out of her as she felt her orgasm creeping closer and closer. He dipped his head down to kiss her throat, letting his beard scratch her skin while his hand let go of her, only to find her pulsing bundle.
“Beg for it.” It was a simple, rasped command, enough to make her see stars while she could taste her release on the tip of her tongue. For a moment, his thrusts grew slower, dragging out the moment as she searched for her voice. “Don’t tell me I’ve already fucked you dumb, you poor thing. Let me hear your voice.”
“Please, Mairon, let me cum.” A sob left (y/n), blurry gaze focused on his features. Darkness seeped out of his every pore, shadows wrapping themselves around the two, all while another hum left him. “I need it, oh fuck, please.”
“Cum with me.” Both fell over the edge at the same time, drawing moans from them while they lost themselves in the intense sensation. It had never felt this strong, this relieving, this perfect. A deadly mixture reminding them both of the power they could wield when their souls were finally connected again.
His forehead fell against hers, lips connected once more before he pulled away. But her hand darted out to cling to his jaw, searching his eyes while finding her trembling voice, “Tell me you’re still mine, tell me she’s nothing but a pawn in your game.”
A raspy chuckle left her lover, he shook his head while intently studying her, “She’s a worthy asset, a pawn to bring us closer to what we’ve been working towards. But she’ll never be you, nobody ever will, sweetling, and it’d do you good to finally remember that.”
(Y/n) pressed another kiss to his lips before both directed their gazes towards the darkening sky, tasting the smoke and ash in the air - something seemingly pushing excitement through his veins, “So it begins.”
Summary: You have a late day at work and Bucky wants to walk you home.
Author's Note: This is just some softness because why not! Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: soft sweetness and fluff, maybe our reader feeling a little jealous and possessive hehe
The evening breeze ruffles the bottom of your dress, and the fabric tickles the back of your thighs as the scent of hot dogs and car exhaust drifts from the street.
You glance at the curb. “Where’s your bike?”
“Home,” Bucky answers simply as he takes your hand in his. “Thought I could walk you back to the apartment. You know…the old-fashioned way.”
He doesn’t say this to earn any reaction from you, so he misses the way your eyes soften.
You’ve both had late days. You were finishing things up at the office and he was working with Sam at the VA. Now, however, it’s time to go home and he insisted on meeting you so you could make the trip together.
The busiest part of the day has come and gone but you’re still lucky to find seats together on the crowded train. You watch your reflection in the window opposite you and even in the grimy glass and beneath the harsh, often flickering fluorescent lights, it’s impossible to miss how beautiful he is.
He’s loosened his tie, unbuttoning the top of his dress shirt to offer up a triangle of smooth, tan skin. The open shirt frames his long neck, the tempting hint of collarbone peeking out just enough to make you wonder why you aren’t kissing it right now.
As if sensing your gaze, his eyes shift from the passing blur of the city and meet yours in the glass. Your reflections rock with the movement of the train, and he watches you too, a small, knowing smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.
More passengers board at the next stop and he moves, giving his seat to an elderly lady with a heavy bag in each hand. She showers him with sweet praise before sitting and smiling at you.
Bucky takes the spot in front of you, his right arm raised to grip the handrail suspended from the ceiling.
You now have an exceptional view of his torso and the front of his dress pants.
Yummy.
The sound of laughter draws your attention, and you see a group of girls seated only a few rows away. They sit with their heads pressed together and if their hushed giggles and wide-eyed stares are any indication, you know exactly what they’re looking at. Or rather, whom.
You look up to find Bucky looking down at the older woman, listening and oblivious to the leering glances being cast in his direction.
You can’t blame the girls. If you saw Bucky on the train you’d do whatever you could to get a better look. It makes you think back to the first time you met and how you were immediately drawn to him.
He laughs at something the older woman says, and you watch his blue eyes crinkle at the corners and the dark strands of his hair fall in front of his forehead. He looks boyish and gorgeous and you immediately glance over like the jealous wife you are and sure enough, every head in that group of girls is turned, eyes wide, mouths wider, swooning.
And even though you haven’t spoken a word, you begin to wonder if every thought you have is somehow projected onto a screen above your head. Because it’s this moment he chooses to glance down at you, eyes soft and warm as he reaches to brush his metal thumb along your bottom lip.
You turn into his hand and press your mouth to his palm.
He’s beaming when the train comes to a stop and takes your hand as you stand and pulls you out the door, sliding his arm around your waist as soon as you’re on the platform.
“I like this,” he says quietly, tucking you into his side.
You laugh. “Like what?”
“Walking you home.”
He kisses you sweetly in the middle of the street, causing several people to part and move around you, their muttered grumbles going completely unnoticed. The kiss is so soft, so earnest that your chest swells painfully and you wrap your arms around his neck to hold him to you.
The group of girls walk by and in the background you hear their wistful sighs and comments.
“She’s so lucky,” one of the girls says.
You pull away from Bucky and look their way, grabbing hold of his suit jacket possessively.
“Did you hear that?” you mutter.
“Hear what doll?” he asks, his eyes on you, having never left.
“Those girls have been swooning over you since we were on the train.”
“What girls?” Bucky asks, his full attention still on you.
You finally drag your eyes away from the retreating group to meet his.
“I wasn’t done kissing you doll face,” he says with the corner of his mouth turned up and his eyes sparkling.
His palm frames your cheek, and he pulls you closer, uncaring that you’re still standing in the middle of the busy city street.
You grab his wrist and lean into his touch.
“Bucky.”
The admonishment is totally empty, and he knows it, bumping your nose with his before the soft press of his lips is all you feel.
“You can’t tell me you didn’t notice them,” you whisper, eyes closed, and face pressed to his.
“Look at me,” he murmurs.
Your eyes open.
“I wish you could feel what I feel when I look at you doll,” he whispers against your lips. “Then maybe, just maybe you’d understand why I can’t look at anyone else.”
Summary: A mask of virtue hides a man riddled with lust and while his stoicism proceeds him, even he can’t withstand a begging girl.
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x OFC (3rd person POV)
Warning: 18+. Manhandling, abuse of power, MaleDom/FemSub, some thigh riding, unprotected sex, deflowering, loss of virginity, mild mentions of blood, sex in front of mirror (auto-voyeurism), profanities, bodily fluids, possessive behaviour.
Words: 4.5k
A/N: Many thanks to my muse @agniavateira for supporting me through this story and for betaing. This was inspired by a certain scene in the film. My pervy mind took it elsewhere. Sincerely, I am not sure how I feel about it, so I’ll let you be the judge while I’m having my panic attack.
Please reblog and give feedback if you enjoyed. 🖤
*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own*
Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 & KO / @thirteenisles
Relationship: Married; Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader
Summary: The only way he could rationally find a suitable wife was by removing love from the equation all together. Courtship was game of jumping through hoops he really did not want to play, and he was a Viscount. Surely there would be a father with a more than suitable daughter he could simply ask for your hand and get it. Or the one where your arranged marriage with Anthony Bridgerton isn’t a loving marriage… until it is.
Word Count: 12k
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Mentioned loss of virginity. Period typical misogyny and gender roles. Major character injury. Men are dicks. Nightmares. Mentioned menstruation. Pregnancy.
Comments: Absolutely no one come for me for this. It’s not period accurate (tho neither is the show). We decided to take liberties and make it our own and we had fun writing it and that’s what counts. This ended up way longer then intended! And yes, I will be working on my legit WIPs soon because I’m SO close to being finished with this term!
I am a new follower of yours and fell in love with your stories whether you were going to finish them or not........I think I have read Panopticon about 10 times. Just wanted to say I really appreciate your work and hope you are keeping well 💝
Hi and welcome 💞 I’m so glad you like Panopticon this much! I do feel an itch to write again and Panipticon is so close to my heart that I always believed I would finish it, so there might be new parts in the near future 💖
So wonderful to see you popping in and hope you're al least finding some time to relax Sim. Just treat yourself first and know we'll be here waiting for you anytime. lyl babe💕💕💕
Awww I missed you babe!! Thank you for your kind words 💖 hope you’re doing good and thriving my love 💞
Hi Sim! It’s been a long time since you’ve posted anything, so I just wanted to send out a little wellness check! I hope everything is good and you’re doing okay! 💗💗
Hi sweetie 🤍🤍 thank you and everyone who checked every once in a while 🥰 I’ve been good, but so busy with life that there just hasn’t been the time and energy I could devote to writing. And even if I did, I knew I would do a shit job and I just couldn’t do that to you guys 🤍
I seriously don’t know when I’ll be back, but there has been these thoughts lately, and I’ve been re-reading some stories and started to miss the whole thing 🙈 sooo… I can’t promise anything but right now I feel that in Christmas spirit, I could try and continue with at least Panopticon, if nothing else 🙈
But, we’ll see 🤍
How is everyone doing? Tell me what I’ve missed ❤️
It’s me, Sim... I know it’s been a long time and I do apologize... again 🙈 I’ve had the craziest couple of weeks/months and I have hardly the time to do the stuff that I must, let alone the things I want 🤷♀️
Regarding my 6K challenge: I SEE YOU ALL AND I PROMISE I WILL GET TO YOUR WRITINGS it just won’t be all at once, but I know I will love them all 💜
Thank you everybody for reaching out and asking if I was ok: I am, truly, it’s just that school has been kicking my butt... but if all goes well, I will have my MA title in less then a month and I will be all yours then 💜
Sending you all loads of love and positive energy and don’t worry, I’m truly fine just taking care of the reality that is my school, new relationship, family and work 🙏🏼
“and then I literary met whom I think could be my soulmate” Ah Sim, this is just the sweetest. Hope everything works out for you two cause you deserve so much happiness.
Aww thank you sweet thing!!! He really is one of the good guys, so let’s hope it stays that way 🙈😘 sending you a huge hug love ❤️
It’s been two weeks.....is everything ok???? Not to sound like you have to post on here it’s just....I get worried especially with everything else going on in the world. One of the writers on here who I was close to (as anon) hasn’t posted in about 150 days and at this point I’m starting to worry that they may not even be alive any more but I keep telling myself I’m just catastophising but I just can’t get the idea out my head and I care about you and don’t want those thoughts about you too.....🖤💜🖤
I’m so so sorry for not coming in sooner and making you worry 💔💔💔 I’ve just had so much on my plate I didn’t have the energy to come here, but I will try to be better and come here more often, if only to chat with you guys ❤️❤️❤️ hope you’re doing great my love and everything is alright with you ❤️
Hey! I was planning on entering your writing challenge with the setting of a restaurant and the line "If you could just hold my hand and be quiet that would be nice"! Hope that's cool and I hope you like it!! Will post soon hopefully.
Hey 💗 Of course and I saw you already posted it so I will definitely get to it and reblog and include you on the masterlist, thank you for participating 💕💕💕
Hey hun - I just discovered your blog and it’s amazing !! You’re such a talented writer and I may or may not binge your master list 😂 I was just wondering if I could be added to your forever tag?
Hey sweetie!! That is so kind of you, it totally just put a smile on my face! 😍😍😍 I will definitely put you on my forever list ❤️❤️
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