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sicklyseraphnsuch · 6 months
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Simon's Shounen Jump Protag AU
Every single baddie that Simon encounters, he ends up connecting with on a visceral level and they all just follow him home like little ducklings
Winter King
Vampire King
The Lich
At the end, GolBetty is like: You started a boy band.
Simon: In my defense!
GolBetty: ...
Simon: ...
GolBetty: ...
Simon: Yeah, I got nothing.
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a-light-case-of-ohno · 11 months
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Jonah: The love interest.
Barnabas: The boot licker.
Albrecht: The Simp.
Mordechai: The Sugar Daddy.
Fanshawe: The Ex.
Simon: Not in love with Jonah he just likes to paint him.
Peter: Husband.
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groguspicklejar · 1 month
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part 10 of medieval ghoap x reader
warnings: suggestive, lots of touching, angst with a capital A.
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dearest niece... i grow more worried each day that you don't respond. it has been well over a fortnight since i've last heard from you. are you well?
that is all it says.
you don't want to assume things. you don't want to accuse anyone of a crime they didn't commit.
but your blood runs cold and your throat tightens painfully the more you read the letter over and over again.
it's hard to breathe. it's hard to breathe. it's hard to breathe—
you sit back down on Yolanda's bed. your ears are ringing. someone's voice calls out. it's her, Yolanda, but her words are muffled. you can't understand her.
she sat next to you, holding your hand. "i thought you said you asked Ghost to send the letters for you."
i'll send it for you.
because i want to.
you handed the letter to him. because you trusted that it would reach your aunt's hands. you trusted Simon to deliver the letter to her. you trusted him.
your stomach dropped. "i... i did."
it's not uncommon for worried family members to send letters to someone close by. everyone at the harem does it all the time when Victoria decides to enforce her iron will and withhold letters and funds.
Yolanda knows this as well as you do. she tries not to let her pessimism show, tries to make light of the situation. "perhaps he forgot?"
your eyes don't leave the letter. your aunts words. a fortnight. "yes... perhaps..."
though that was highly unlikely. Ghost hardly ever forgets anything. nothing gets past him, not even his own memory.
but he gave you his word. surely there must've been some sort of mistake.
surely, right?
right?
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"anything interesting happen today?" Johnny kisses your shoulder as he pulls you onto his lap.
it has been well over a fortnight—
are you well?
it's a mistake. Peter's carriage had broken down not too long ago. bandits, they said. perhaps they got to Gregory's carriage as well. yes, that has to be it.
or perhaps Gregory had been delayed. needed to secure his carriage and arrange for security to make sure he's not looted. it's the only logical explanation.
certainly more logical than Simon purposefully keeping your letters. why would he? you're just a saddle. at the end of the day, as much as he and Johnny say that they want you, you're no one important. you have nothing.
soon, they'll grow bored and they'll discard you like the rest. and then you'll be free to leave while they entertain themselves with some other saddle.
there's no point in lying to you. no point in keeping you.
"not particularly." you reply. "not to me anyway."
"oh?" Johnny lifts his mouth from your skin, eyes curious.
you don't look up from your book. the one he stole from Laswell's library. the one he begged you to take care of whilst you read it because Laswell will kill him if any of her books were to be damaged or go missing on his watch.
you truly don't know how to feel about him risking his neck for you like this.
some of her other books are on his bookshelf and he intends to bring them back where they belong as soon as he and Simon done with them. hell, Simon had even advised you not to touch them for the time being because they can't risk anything happening to them.
understandable. one book is enough.
"lord Graves sent Yolanda a gift."
"did he?" he asks. "what was it?"
"a ruby necklace." you tell him, settling comfortably on his lap. "it's beautiful, truly. it could probably fetch a pretty penny on the market. but she doesn't even like rubies. she prefers emeralds, though. they bring out her eyes."
the king is quiet for a moment. you read the words on the page, invested in the story until he asks, "why did he send her a gift?"
"i don't know." it is the truth. you're still worried about that. the lack of knowledge on the young lord's intentions with your dear friend. "which is odd, because i never thought him the type to be generous."
"do ye think he's courting her?"
you sighed and closed the book, contemplating. "highly doubtful. no man in his right mind courts a saddle."
Johnny hums softly, teeth nipping your skin as he pulls at the fabric of your collarbone to kiss you more. hands gently squeeze your breasts and you try not to let that distract you from your reading time. you don't know how much longer you have until reading won't be possible, but you don't mind.
"and what would you prefer?" he murmurs, hand tilting your gaze away from the book. you meet the curious twinkle in his blue eyes and smile.
"why do you ask?"
"so i can court you."
your eyes widen for a brief moment before you burst into airy giggles, your heart filling with joy at his absurd notion. you don't know how he's so effortlessly amusing with his words sometimes.
asking you to stay is one thing. you can understand that. they like you and want you to be near them, so they can protect you and dote on you. and fuck you at their earliest convenience, yes, that too.
but courtship? no.
courtship leads to an engagement and then marriage. and you're not meant for those things. you're a saddle. no one wants a saddle for a wife. or a queen.
that, alone, is a funny thought. why it even crosses his mind to even entertain it is beyond you.
"you're a funny man, your majesty." you kiss him and go right back to reading.
you don't catch the frown on his lips.
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you don't mention a letter. not for a few days.
something in you screamed not to because you've seen this before. this tactic from Madam Victoria. withholding information, letters, and even funds sent by or to family members. you've seen it all too many times.
you don't want to believe Ghost would do the same. you don't even want to think about the reasons as to why he would do such a thing.
"lovie." Simon's voice draws you out of your thoughts. you blink rapidly, trying to focus on the worry in his brown eyes. "something bothering you?"
he cares about you. he does. they both do. they've shown it. proven it on more than one occasion. lying to you would prove otherwise. and they haven't lied to you. not about their intentions, even as much as you didn't believe them at first.
even as much as Johnny would jest about officially courting you because it was just that. a jest.
so Simon wouldn't do such a thing. he and Johnny wouldn't lie to you...
would they?
you feign a bright smile. "no."
he doesn't believe you. you move closer to reach him, lifting his mask just enough and pressing your mouth on his. "just thinking about some things, Si."
they can get another saddle. you're not worth any of the lies and deceit. you're easily disposable. why would they go to such extremes to keep you here?
he accepts another kiss from you. and another. when you think he's had enough, you stand back with your arms loop around his neck and he gives you an odd look.
"what?" you ask, adoring the way his eyes crinkle. he's so handsome, even if you cannot see all of his face.
"i like that." he tells you, arms tightening around your waist. "when you call me Si."
the observation makes your cheeks warm. you feel a bit silly now and press your forehead against his chest, hiding a coy smile. "Johnny calls you that all the time."
his hand falls at your nape. "yes, and i like it all the same."
he wouldn't lie to you.
you don't believe that he would.
this warmth in your chest, it has to be worth something. they have no reason to lie. this is all a misunderstanding. it has to be.
it has to be.
but why can't you even believe in that? why is every fibre in you telling you to pull away, to run? that has to just be the years of Madam Victoria's iron fist pulling your hair back and telling you to get back in line.
all you want is to be happy. to breathe easy in the confines of four walls. to not have to worry about your next meal. to feel safe in the arms of Johnny and Si.
why can't you have that? why can't you feel safe?
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your eyes trail to Johnny's desk again. mostly under the guise of staring at its owner, who's occupied with reading and signing important documents. but more so in contemplation.
you can't rest easy. not without knowing. if Simon hasn't sent your letters, they have to be somewhere around here. if not, then they're exactly where they're supposed to be; en route to your aunt's estate, only to be delayed. if so, then Simon didn't lie and he and Johnny are innocent of any deception that your conscience suspects of them.
but for you to prove yourself wrong then-
fuck. you have to look through Johnny's desk.
you don't want to entertain the thought. searching the king's papers, his personal belongings without given consent. that alone is enough to get you beheaded.
you rapidly blink and shift your gaze back to Si.
his eyes are closed. light whisps of blond lashes framing his eyes, flickering open when you shift on his lap. your legs were on either side of him. you map the outline of his covered face with a finger, giggling when he scrunches his nose. you trace his cheeks over the fabric, all the way up to his forehead and down his crooked nose, which you've come to adore.
you have questions about the mask. how he came about to wearing it. when he started wearing it. these inquiries are lodged in your throat as your eyes curiously wander, as your fingers mark and learn every curve, every shape. trying to memorise and take with you for when you're alone.
"go on, love." his chest rumbles under your breasts. "ask."
your nails scrape his head under his mask. you're surprised he even allows it, surprised that he allows you to let your hands get this close. after all, he is known to cut off a head or two for wandering hands and loose tongues. you consider this to be a privilege. not quite well earned, but a privilege.
you dare to ask, "why do you wear it?"
"to hide my face."
not the answer your expected, but it punches a light laugh out of you.
"why?" you tilt your head, your hands lowering to feel the curve of his ears. "you don't seem ugly."
"oh?" an eyebrow raises as his head tips back to look at your smile. "you think so?"
you don't reply to him. instead, your gaze shifts to the king. "Johnny. is he ugly?"
"quite the opposite, bonnie."
the amusement in his voice, even if his eyes don't meet yours, still fixed on the papers on his desk, flits over your heart. Simon's hands veer from your thighs to your hips, pulling you closer, pulling your attention away with the faint call of your name.
you don't know if there is something on his mind or if it is you that makes him look at you like you hung the stars.
"do you want to see what's underneath?"
the words clang through you. like the sound of a church bell. the echo of a wave. the fall of thunderous rain and thunder. but it's quiet. a mere whisper, a flicker in the dark. the promise of a flame. the promise of something you've yearned for.
no one ever sees what's underneath. no one but Johnny. and Laswell, you think. you don't know if Lord Price and one other bastard prince from the far lands also fall into that list, but you know that the number of people who can be trusted to see his face can be counted on one hand.
your muted shock worries him. and you're quick to mask it with a cheery grin, trying not to let him know that you might as well slip and fall down the side of an icy mountain with what he'd just inquired.
"well, i am curious." you quipped lightly. the brief silence that follows your voice freezes your veins, so you seek to thaw that ice as soon as possible with a frightened addition, "but if you don't want to-"
he catches your hands as you remove them from under his mask, eyes glimmering with amusement. he brings your palms to his cheeks.
"i do." he says. "go on."
you don't move an inch. you don't attempt to lift the mask. it's feels too invasive. he's been incredibly adamant about keeping it on at all times in your presence. hell, he's killed people for trying to take it off. you know. you've heard the stories. from other people, from Simon himself.
you can't.
the bed dips and it startles you. Johnny's blue eyes calm you when you glance at him. he quietly urges you with a simple nod and you look back to Simon. your heart thunders in your ears as he loosens his fingers and allows you hands to move.
you hook your thumbs under the mask and slowly lift. the scar at his mouth is the first thing you see. he's not smiling. you lift higher and see his crooked nose and another small scar slanted there.
his eyes close as you breathe and finally take off his mask. they flutter and open as you put it aside. your wide eyes flicker all over his blond hair curling over his forehead, hiding yet another scar etching into his hairline. your gaze slowly slopes down his face, taking it in, memorising every inch of pale skin, every line, every perfect imperfection.
he's just as perfect as Johnny. not in the same way, not in the same boyish charm and bright light in those blue eyes. but perfect in every sense of the word. light hair, crooked in some places, dark eyes. darker than death, but somehow warm and welcoming. nothing like his better half, who is dark-haired and soft and has eyes as bright as the blue skies.
where Johnny ends is where Simon begins. two pieces of a single heart, beating as a whole, as it should be.
but it's almost starting how handsome Simon is. it doesn't surprise you, of course, you expected it. knew it deep in your heart. felt it in your bones. it's just that you never expected to see it. you thought that truth will only exist in your mind and it wouldn't be realized in the realm of the living.
"he wasn't lying." is all you could muster as your fingers trace his cheeks. the words slowly come to you in the dead silence and you find your fear slipping and melting away into the dark. you find yourself smiling again. "now i see why you keep this pretty face hidden. you'd have the entire harem bowing at your feet, Si."
both men burst into laughter and you're stunned by Simon's smile before they shower you in kisses for the rest of the night.
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they haven't been asleep for very long. though it was difficult to get out from between their arms, you waited until you were sure that they won't wake if you move too much to slide right off the bed.
something in you had begged you to put the voices to rest. to prove them wrong. the king and the knight mean you no harm. they only want what's best for you. what's so hard to comprehend about that?
your gaze shifts every so often to the bed, trying to make sure that they are truly asleep. and they are. you are safe... for now. if you're careful, you get to keep your head.
quietly, you move the documents. making sure to put them back as you found them when you didn't find what you were looking for. contracts are shifted and placed back. orders of shipments, treaties, and letters from high lords. nothing that you want. nothing that is yours. it all stays where it is.
because there was nothing to look for. you were being paranoid. you feel guilty for doubting them after all they've said and done to make sure that you are safe and well cared for.
you were just about to put everything back into place when your hand knocked a stack of books from the table. you cringed and closed your eyes at the noise they make when they clatter to the floor.
eyes glance at Johnny and Simon. there's only slight movement, but neither awaken. a sigh of relief leaves you before you pick up the books and a few papers that had been stuck between the pages.
you were just about to put them back but...
you saw your aunt's name on the folded paper. in your handwriting.
it stills your bones. seeing the ink. seeing the mark of your voice etched on paper. your eyes glance at the two men before you put the books back on the table with a racing heart and open the piece of paper.
your letter...
a shallow breath escapes you. this was written weeks ago. the letter you gave to Si...
you reach for the other papers. they didn't belong to you or Marie. but this was proof enough. proof that they're hidden.
there's a lump in your throat as you look to the bookshelf. if they were hidden in one book, there has to be more here. and you can guess which books.
you start with Johnny's favourites. nothing. fine. Simon's favourites, then yours. still nothing.
then-
your eyes land on the spine of one book. Laswell's book. not the one Johnny had borrowed for you. no, it was one of the books that had already been on his shelf.
don't touch these. Laswell will kill all three of us if anything happened to them, Simon's voice echoes back to you.
your fingers pull it from the line and flick through the pages. there is nothing between the pages. you check the second one, the one on the bottom row. then the one next to it. and then-
another letter falls. then you find another and another until you collect quite a few of them.
your aunt's letter- no. letters. including the ones you wrote to her.
Simon kept them. they didn't send them they kept your letters from you.
they kept them hidden precisely where you wouldn't find them. your eyes widen as a horrifying realization settles over you like a dark cloud.
stay a little longer, bonnie.
the words on the paper stare back at you. your aunt pleading for a response, asking if you're alright, if you're in good health.
i'd take care of it.
her words express loneliness. her sons have all gotten married. none of them want the estate. they want to give her a bit of peace, her own place to conduct her affairs, but she wants a friendly face. someone she can trust by her side.
just one more day.
tears drop on the paper and smudge the ink. she wants you to come home. she worries for you. worries for your safety. she does not care what you are. she just wants you to be safe, to be with her where you belong.
home.
forever.
the truth splinters something delicate in you. then it shatters into pieces that are as many as there are stars in the sky. leaving you with tenuous breaths and shaky hands. your vision blurs the more you read the letters over and over again, trying to make sense of what you were seeing.
they lied to you. they lied.
you were never supposed to go anywhere. you were always going to be their whore. trapped here, in this caste, in their bed. forever chained at their feet and used for their pleasure. it wouldn't have mattered how much you meant to them or how much you tried to seduce the king.
they never intended to let you go.
"love?"
you spin around, eyes wide and terrified at the sound of Simon's voice. his face bare and open. his gaze flickering at the paper in your hands.
the quiet horror bleeding into his eyes breaks your resolve.
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and i oop- happy valentines day :) CoD Masterlist offer a coin to the picklejar
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frogchiro · 11 months
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Sorry it's me again♥️
*prepares to tell you his wonderful CoD idea*
HAREM of call of duty men in a little omegavers or otherwise with us sexy hermits + our sweet hot and sexy jebrael ♥️
also a little question are you going to do these little little ones on Skyrim? lol i'm a sucker for this game (i have over 900h on it)
I hope you won't hate me with these rotten ♥️
hello hello! never apologize bc it's a delight to see you in my inbox <3 also I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't really get the part about skyrim ;; if you're asking if I'll ever expand on that little horny thing about the cod men in that skyrim-inspired setting then I'm happy to inform you I definitely would! I've been eating that shit up since 2011 and I'll never give it up ;;
But back on track, I'll make this one about omegaverse cod since there is a criminal lack of it in the fandom ;; about a/b/o Eremites I'll make a stand alone post later on <3
fem!reader, omega!reader; listen, omegaverse is my excuse to be gross so expect lots of smut and hairy musky alpha men <3
For the cod men I'd imagine them all to be alphas (141, alejandro and rudy, könig and graves <3). Very big, very hairy and dripping with pheromones and testosterone and so so possessive </3 They will keep you in the nest and literally herd you back if you tried to leave it, Simon and Price are especially insistent on that as the eldest and most dominant alphas of the pack.
They love to scent mark you especially since you're with them on base, they don't trust any other person with you and in their primal and hormone ridden brains the more you're drowning in their scent the less others are inclined to mess with you (and they are right!)
Philip has a fixation on your breasts, always rubbing and nuzzling against them, biting gently with his fangs at them until you let out delicious little sounds before licking and suckling at your nipples to soothe you <3 Bonus points if your start lactating, then you can be sure that you won't get that man off of your tit </3
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whateveriwant · 1 month
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Call of Duty Masterlist
* indicates smut/18+
! indicates dark!fic
Simon “Ghost” Riley
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Heads or Tails (Oneshot)
Summary: Ghost has undergone a lot of changes recently, many of which you find concerning. So you concoct a plan to try to bring the old Ghost back, the first and most crucial step: getting rid of that new mask.
Warnings: language, slight physical aggression
* Not With a Bang but a Whimper (Oneshot)
Summary: Simon has a tendency to be quiet in bed. But maybe, just maybe, you can get him to break his silent streak for once.
Warnings: language, SMUT
* The Scenic Route (Drabble)
Summary: You, your boyfriend, and his best friend go on a road trip together. One night, when his friend's asleep in the backseat, you and your boyfriend get up to trouble in the front. Modern AU
Warnings: SMUT
* Beside (Drabble)
Summary: Simon was the perfect boyfriend, until he wasn’t.
Warnings: ANGST, brief mention of sex
* Having silly sex with Simon * Part 2 (Headcanon)
* Having clumsy sex with Simon * Part 2 (Headcanon)
* Having lazy sex with Simon (Headcanon)
Thoughts about Punk!Simon (Headcanon)
Girl dad!Simon during dinner (Headcanon)
Simon stuck in a time loop (Drabble)
Task Force 141
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The 141 watching their partner give birth (Headcanon)
The 141 helping you build Ikea furniture (Headcanon)
Dressing the 141 up in a couples Halloween costume (Headcanon)
The 141 admiring your picture while deployed (Headcanon)
The 141 finding out they’re having quintuplets (Headcanon)
The 141 with a reader with tics (Headcanon)
* The 141 in a reverse harem * Part 2 (Headcanon)
The 141 with their very pregnant wives (Headcanon)
The 141 with a reader who’s always wandering off (Drabble)
* The 141 with a horny, pregnant wife (Headcanon)
The 141 helping you through a panic attack (Headcanon)
The 141 missing the birth of their child (Headcanon)
The 141 with a reader that does Japanese archery (Headcanon)
The 141 with an exotic animal veterinarian (Headcanon)
* How the 141 turn you on (Headcanon)
The 141 getting you to stay in bed (Headcanon)
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smallestapplin · 8 months
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The schedule
🔞Me and Zed spoke of a reverse harem with the castlevania men, so kinda modern setting but this is purely porn.🔞
Also reposted from my deleted side blog.
🔞18+Only!MDNI🔞
Cw : reverse harem, with main Belmont’s (Richter, Trevor, Leon, Juste, Julius, Simon, and Jonathan.) and then Dracula and Alucard. Everything is 100% consensual, waking up to oral, ‘just the tip’, spitting, semi public, pegging, and fourway, free use kinda vibes. Afab reader. Womb and cervix are said a bit. Some degradation in Trevor’s part.
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9 am
Your morning starts are usually. You’re awoken by gentle licking and pleasure shooting through your body. You sleepily moan, squirming at the suction on your clit. Tossing the covers you’re greeted with long blonde hair and a very attentive vampire between your legs.
“Good morning, love.” Alucard purrs against your skin, kissing your bitten-up inner thigh, before delving his tongue back into your pussy.
Your body is still sensitive from sleep, you can’t stop the whine that leaves you. You tense up, your thighs snapping shut around his head
“Yes, squeeze my head! Use me!”
He mumbles against your cunt, as you grind against his face, coating him in your juices. You fall limp against the bed, twisting the sheets up in your fist.
He’s not stopping!
“Adrian! I-mmm!”
Alucard moans, humping the bed at your addictive taste. He’s so close to cumming, just a little more!
You arch your back, realizing he’s going to keep you here as long as he can, you aren’t sure when you’ll be free from the vampire’s grasp.
10 am
You always like watching tv with your beloveds, you like showing them new shows that they never heard of from their times. But something tells you Simon isn’t paying attention at all to the show, his minding seemingly elsewhere.
His cock resting right in front of your bare pussy, grinding against your wet heat, wetting himself with your slick. Simon’s arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you in place.
“Please, please let me fuck you! I’ll be gentle, I swear!”
You huff, trying to ignore how good he’s making you feel, and he’s not even inside you.
“I’m trying to watch tv, hon.” You reach back, running your fingers through his red hair.
“P-please! Please just the tip? I’ll be good!”
You sigh with a smile, “I suppose it can’t be helped, but just the tip.”
Simon nearly weeps, babbling useless ‘thank you! as he lifts you up, sliding the thick head of his cock into your welcoming hole. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the moans that want to come out.
He moves your hips, shallowly fucking you while the tv plays ignored in the background. But the Belmont can’t last long, not with how your cunt is squeezing around his tip.
“M-M’sorry! Sorry! Soooo good, fuck!”
You're near screaming as he slams into you, pounding his fat cock into your cervix. He’s crying out into your shoulder, his eyes cross at such pleasure!
He’s fucked you stupid in a matter of minutes, you aren’t sure when he’ll stop, or that you even want him to.
11 am
Your body feels so tender after cumming so much, needing one of the others to pry Simon off of you and get you cleaned up. But that’s where your favorite time comes in! You needed to reward your beloved, after all, he’s such a good boy for you.
Richter grips the sheets below him with his ass in the air, muffling his cries into your pillow while inhaling your scent. He only brought you to your room to get clean clothes, but he’s not complaining one bit!
“Such a pretty boy, doing so well for me.” You coo, chuckling at how he whines.
His body is trembling, his mind gone, unable to focus on anything but you. You slide your hand up his toned back, gently taking a fist full of his hair, and yanking him up.
Richter squeals, raising his ass up allowing you to slam your strap-on deeper inside his clenching hole.
“I wanna hear you.”
His mouth hangs open, as his cock throbs, but he can’t hold back!-
“Cummiiing!”
You quietly shush him, running your fingers through his long brown hair as his cum coats your sheets.
“Such a good boy for me, you did so well!”
You make a noise of surprise when he starts fucking himself on your strap, moving his ass back to shove the toy deeper.
He looks back at you with tears shining in his eyes.
“Please? Can we go again? I need you to fuck me more, please!”
How can you say no to him?
12 pm
After getting Richter settled, you go to the kitchen to make yourself a light snack. You know who’s next, knowing he’s been watching you since Simon had you on the couch. But now it’s his turn.
You get some bread out and reach to make yourself a sandwich, when arms wrap around you, holding you close. You chuckle as Jonathan rests his chin on your shoulder. Only to gasp when you feel him tug your baggy shirt up, exposing your bare ass to him.
“My, aren’t you eager?”
“I can’t wait anymore.” He kisses your neck while pulling his cock free from his pants. Jonathan swears under his breath, feeling just how wet you are, making it easy to slip into you.
Your time with Richter left you hot. You can’t help but stick your ass out a little more, partially bending over the counter and letting his long dick rut into you.
“Oohh! You feel so fuckin good! Ah!”
“O-Oohh shit!” You shakily continue making your lunch, pausing to grip the countertop to mewl at how well he's fucking you.
Your legs shake, threatening to give out from his quick thrusts.
“Can I cum? Oh go,d let me cum!! Lemme fill you!-“
He pants into your neck, biting your skin to silence his cries.
“Yes! Fill me.” You nearly cry as he pumps his load into you at a moment's notice, triggering your own climax. You’re left shaking with Jonathan being the only thing holding you up.
“You’re the best, sweetheart!” You can feel him smile against you, kissing your cheek as he helps you finish making your lunch, only leaving you to get some water.
You don’t know you can even walk to go shopping with Julius.
1 pm
You didn’t need to worry, as Julius was more than happy to help you out. You can never get over how sweet he is to you, always so gentle, even now.
You aren’t sure where he pulled over to, but the place is deserted, which is perfect for you and his tinted windows. You’re in the back seat, spread nicely on his lap. Your clothes had long since been abandoned, tossed somewhere else in the truck, while Julius was still clothed.
“You certainly are a sight for sore eyes.”
You shake, your pussy clenching at the sound of his southern drawl. Julius takes a sharp inhale, sighing at the pleasure. You gently roll your hips, grinding his cock deep into your womb. His calloused hands resting on your hips, watching you with a lustful expression as you fuck yourself on his dick.
“J-Julius..!” He always presses against all your sweet spots, making you feel too good. You tilt your head back, feeling his hands slide up your body, caressing your tits, and rubbing your nipples.
“Such a stunnin’ sight for me, darlin'. All needy for this old man.”
You whine, your hips losing rhythm as you get closer to that edge.
“Fuck, you’re such a good little thing for me.”
“I’m- I’m gonna-!”
“Shhh just cum for me, coat my cock like a good pet.”
His hands move back down to your hips, steadying you before bucking up to meet your thrusts. Your hands slam down on how shoulders, gripping his coat tightly as you cum, trying to milk his cock for all he’s worth.
And he’s happy to give you all of his spent. You’re gasping for air when he leans down, kissing your chest.
“I hope you ain’t tired after that, are you really gonna let this old timer out do you?”
2 pm
You’re finally back home and ready to rest. But you’re pleasantly surprised to see Juste in your room, the black-out curtains are shut, while he reads a book, only perking up when he sees it’s you. Putting the book down, he rushes over to greet you.
“I was wondering what was taking you two so long.” He leans down, kissing you tenderly.
You pull away, cupping his face in your hands. “I know, I hope I didn’t worry you too much.”
Juste gives you a soft smile “Nonsense, I simply cleaned up your room to keep myself occupied, I hope that was alright.”
You aren’t sure what came over you, but something about him at that moment overwhelmed you. Maybe it’s just how considerate he is, or how pretty he looks with a smile on his face, but you couldn’t help yourself.
Juste found himself on your bed, legs hanging off the edge.
You’re sitting on your knees between them, licking from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, giving his leaking cockhead a kiss. One hand stroking it while the other plays with balls.
You coo at him softly, laughing at how his legs twitch and shake.
“So sensitive, I’ve always loved how messy you are. Especially for such a pretty man.”
You lick up any leaking precum before taking the tip into your mouth, lightly sucking on it. Juste arches his back, crying out from all the euphoria. How you caress and toy with his balls, to how you suck his cock, he isn’t sure how he could ever last.
“S-so good! Please- please keep milking me!”
You chuckle around his dick, making his hips buck. He’s sobbing; it feels too good! Oh to be used by you, he loves it!
You don’t take your mouth off of him, only taking in more and more of his throbbing shaft. He tosses his head back, pulling at his own silvery hair. He doesn’t need to tell you, you can feel his balls clenching in your hand.
You pull back up, keeping your lips on his tip and sucking harshly. Juste howls, nearly thrashing as his thick cum fills your mouth, more so when he feels your swallow all he has.
Looking down, his eyes meet yours, only for his to widen when you open your mouth with your tongue hanging, showing you swallowed all of it.
You watch his face burn bright red, and for his dick to be twitching again, ready for more.
3 pm
Despite as much as he denied it, Trevor was quite needy for you, always wanting your attention and affection in any way he could get it. Even if he meant pinning you against the outside wall of your house, in your backyard.
“What’s the matter? You said you could take it.” He growls into your ear.
He’s holding you up, your legs resting in the crooks of his elbows. He has you folded, your chests pressed together, while you’re trying to keep quiet.
His thick cock slamming into you, and heavy balls slapping against your ass. Your eyes roll back, your drool seeping between the fingers trying to keep you quiet. He’s so deep! Fucking his way to your womb! Trevor glares at you, not liking how you’re not screaming for him.
He drops one of your legs, letting it dangle so he can grab your hand and yank it from you.
“I wanna hear those pretty sounds, want ya to sing for me, Angel.” He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks so your mouth opens.
Your eyes are focusing to watch him slowly open his own mouth, letting his tongue fall out to let a thick glob of spit drop into your awaiting maw.
You whine, making him swear under his breath at how your walls tighten around him.
“What a filthy cutie you are, perfect for me to ruin.”
Picking your leg back up, he resumes pounding into your cunt. Smirking as your sob echoes, uncaring if the neighbors see him fucking you like a slut.
“Trevor! Haaa- t’much!!” You shriek, feeling his hand rubbing rough circles on your clit.
“Gonna cum me for? Gonna milk my cock like a cum hungry whore?”
He tosses his head back, moaning at your cum coating his cock, but he isn’t done, far from it!
4 pm
Leon was more than happy to help you bathe, especially after how rough Trevor was with you, and how filthy he got you. He prepared a nice warm bath for you, even sliding behind you to help. You lean back against his chest, while the blonde hums softly as he scrubs you down gently.
He kisses your temple, while massaging the soap into your skin, making sure not to leave a single patch untouched. His hands shake for a moment, before going over your chest, washing your tits. He bites his lip, trying to stay calm, but you’re just so soft! Fitting perfectly in his hands, perfectly against his chest, he just wants you.
You squirm, feeling his thumbs rub over your nipples, keening when he pinches them, pulling on them lightly.
“Leee.” You whine, making his breathing shudder.
You sound so beautiful.
“Just making sure you’re clean, beloved.”
One hand slides down, under the water, and to your pussy. Your breathing hics, as he rubs your clit, going over it in slow, gentle circles. You grip his thighs, trying to ground yourself as you tremble. You toss your head back against his shoulder, crying out at how sensitive you are.
“Shhh you’re doing so well for me.”
His own breathing shakes, looking down and faintly seeing through the soapy water, your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. ‘Two can play at that game.’ He thinks, gliding his fingers down, gently fingering your cunt and lightly grinding his palm against your pulsing nub.
“Leon…oh god! Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m- I can’t-“
“There you go, easy now, cum for me.”
He nearly chokes while you squeeze his cock, and cum with a loud whine. His blue eyes flutter back, keening at the gorgeous sounds you make.
He’s so close-
5 pm
You finished your bath just in time for dinner, and just in time for Dracula’s turn. He always likes having you on his lap, where he can keep you close for him to love you. And that’s just where you sit, at the head of the table, on his lap.
You can hear everyone talking, hear the forks hitting the plates, but you can process what they are saying, or what’s going on. Your womb has been breached with Dracula’s cock, your stomach slightly bulging from the large size of him.
“Come now, Dear, you need to eat.” The older vampire purrs, holding the fork up to your lips.
He’s happy to feed you, even if he is getting occasional glares from the others, he doesn’t care. He can feel every twitch and every clench from your body, he can feel your juices dripping down to his heavy balls.
You shakily take a bite, trying not to shriek when he pushes down on the bulge in your stomach. He purrs when you clench.
“Very good, you deserve a reward for being so good.”
The others at the table look over when you squeal, only to see you leaning half over the table, trying to hold yourself up. Tears fall down your face as your body bounces at the heavy thrusts Dracula is giving you.
His balls smacked your clit with every wet slap of his hips against yours. You scream, gushing around his cock.
Dracula chuckles, letting you lean back against him.
“So soon, dear? We haven’t even finished dinner.”
“P-please, m’so sensitiiive! Fuck!” Your eyes cross, as he pistons his hips, making sure everyone can see what a mess you are for him.
And these runts made a nice dessert too, he will use it to keep you here longer.
8 pm
It’s almost bedtime, yet you can’t sleep, even after being fucked as you have all day today, sleep just won’t come easy to you. When some of your lovers find out, they are more than eager to help you rest.
This is how you ended up with Alucard below you, his face buried into your chest and nipping at your tender buds. Fucking into you, while Juste stands behind you, rutting into your same stuffed hole as Alucard.
And Richter is in front of you, crying out as you let him fuck your face.
Your eyes roll back, and your wails are muffled by Richer’s thick cock. You aren’t sure how Juste and Alucard managed to share a hole, but it has you sobbing.
Neither of them is in sync, making sure you always stay full, none wanting to leave you empty or leave your addicting holes.
“God, what a perfect cunt!” Alucard growls, burying his face back into your chest, covering you in his bite marks.
Juste whines, his drool dripping onto your lower back.
“So good! Sogoodsogoodsogood!!” He’s losing his mind, you’ve ruined him.
Richter covers half his face with his free hand, trying to keep some modesty, but your throat feels divine! Sucking him so greedily!
Your mind has gone blank, only thinking of the intoxicating cum they are going to fill you with, you want to be their cum dump! Their perfect hole to use!
You’re going to be sleeping easy tonight, though your coworkers will be concerned as to why you can hardly walk, or stand straight.
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deathrooteater · 2 months
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Assorted Bloodborne Headcanons
-Gehrman, before the Dream, was a certified bird watcher.
-Ludwig had only dueling experience before Byrgenwerth. Gehrman taught him how to fight dirty by making him eat dirt.
-Simon sees himself in hares, and as such, loves them. If having a non-practical pet was possible in Yharnam, he would have adopted a hare in a heart beat.
-Elaborating on the non-practical pet thing, since we only see dogs and snakes as pets, I fully believe only animals with practical applications (such as a dog's hunting skill) are allowed in Yharnam since the Beast Scourge started.
-Cats do still exist in Yharnam though. They're just sneaky.
-Laurence is the sole reason cats haven't been banned, saying that they can still hunt rats (as if the rats aren't bigger than the cats). He just wanted to keep his own cat.
-Micolash was fascinated by marine wildlife even before Byrgenwerth. He is very autistic about octopuses.
-Rom was the same but for bugs. If she lived in the modern day, she would have had a spider bugsona, complete with expensive fursuit (with functional extra legs!).
-Kos and Flora (Moon Presence) used to be lovers. They parted on bad terms, but Flora still has a thing for Kos (even if Kos is, well, dead).
-Brador likes annoying people. He likes seeing them seethe with rage. Absolutely an internet troll kinda guy.
-Adella is bi but repressed as fuck. She also has a crush both on the Good Hunter and Arianna, but between the Night of the Hunt being as it is, the Amygdala on the roof of the chapel and her own issues, she ends up turning murderous.
-If Adella had asked, Arianna would have taken her virginity in a heartbeat.
-Gehrman doesn't love the Doll, but he also doesn't hate her. He understands she didn't ask to be given life. He also hates himself for dressing his doll of Maria in feminine clothes, and for even making the doll in the first place; he did it because he wanted to imagine Maria in a more peaceful life, but between his badly processed grief and the Bad values of the time, he fucked up Bad.
-Ludwig is trans, though he hasn't been able to get anything to transition. He just bears the dysphoria, though it did get better when he started presenting more masc and people started referring to him by he/him.
-Gehrman, Ludwig and Brador are Laurence's harem (half joking).
-Laurence is gay as fuck, which means he once laughed at a woman who declared her love for him (she dodged a bullet there).
-Djura likes drawing in his free time.
-Eileen fucking hates the feeling of blood and grime on her skin. It is part of the reason her garb covers everything.
-The Brain of Mensis was formed from the fused bodies and consciousness of the Mensis Scholars (sans Micolash and Edgar) fusing with a Winter Lantern.
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arthurmorgansballsack · 3 months
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‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ┊A.I Bot Masterlist ┊ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊
☞ Go Back? ☜
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Yandere! Boss (Ethan)
Your boss needs to speak to you, Yandere and GN Ver
Captain John Price
Reincarnated, Male Ver
Reincarnated, GN Ver
Clingy, all genders
Yandere Cod Harem, with Price, Soap and Johnny, Male Ver
The 141 gets worried after you get injured, Yandere and Male Ver
Simon “Ghost” Riley
You’re an alien who lives in his closet, GN
Reincarnated, Male Ver
Reincarnated, GN Ver
Clingy, all genders
Yandere Ghost kidnaps you and Soap, Male Ver
Yandere Soap and Ghost force you to be their boyfriend, Male Ver
Yandere Cod Harem, with Price, Soap and Johnny, Male Ver
The 141 gets worried after you get injured, Yandere and Male Ver
Johnny “Soap” Mactavish
Mafia Boss Soap’s bodyguard, Male Ver
Mafia Boss Soap’s bodyguard, GN Ver
Reincarnated, Male Ver
Reincarnated, GN Ver
Clingy, all genders
Yandere Ghost kidnaps you and Soap, Male Ver
Yandere Soap and Ghost force you to be their boyfriend, Male Ver
Yandere Cod Harem, with Price, Soap and Johnny, Male Ver
The 141 gets worried after you get injured, Yandere and Male Ver
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
Reincarnated, Male Ver
Reincarnated, GN Ver
Clingy, all genders
The 141 gets worried after you get injured, Yandere and Male Ver
Philip Graves
Clingy, all genders
König
Experimented
Vladimir Makarov
Clingy, all genders
Goro Takemura
Saved, MLM
River Ward
He’s here for you, MLM
Kerry Eurodyne
Lazy Saturday night, MLM
V came back, MLM
Miguel O’Hara
Miguel took you to his deminsion, Male Ver
He stalked and kidnapped you, Male Ver
RK900 (Nines)
He kidnapped you in your own aparftment, Male Ver
He kidnapped you in your own apartment, GN Ver
Doomguy
His love, Yandere Doomguy all genders
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just-an-enby-lemon · 2 months
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For me one of the funniest things about Jonah is that after body hopping he was never able to get another simp squad/regency harem. We hear nothing of the others and Elias only has Peter (who he met as James btw) and maybe Simon (that also could just be in his og harem) as possible suitors.
Jonah Magnus was just a sexy sexy georgian ready to be everyone's "Dearest Jonah" and every Head of the Institute after has being just your down the mill average evil boss that eats your anxiety, secretly wants to end the world and loves papperwork.
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zephyruswrites536 · 8 months
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Right so imagine Jon decided to actually look into Jonah and Smirke and Peter(Mordechai) and Simon
(this is what my brain came up with- if this isn’t exactly how they’d talk don’t blame me it’s more like incorrect quotes where it’s vaguely around the character)
*Jonah walks past Jon’s office to just check for a second and sees a board with his name up on it*
Jonah: Hello, Jon?
Jon: Oh- Elias, sorry it’s a bit of a mess
Jonah: No worries! I just wanted to… see what you were up to, what’s this?
Jon: I see- well I thought the Lukas’, Magnus, Fairchild, Smirke, Albrecht, Dr. Fanshawe… they were all interesting- seen as it’s the beginning of the institute that they pop up in so, I thought it would be interesting to learn more about them.
Jonah: Alright, And?
Jon: Well, the people don’t have much history other than landmarks, like the institute, Moorland Manor, all of Smirke’s construction, the manor Albrecht’s nephew… if I remember correctly? Anyways, they aren’t historically that relevant- other than for the fears
Jonah: Right. Is that all, then?
Jon: Umm… Kind of?
Jonah: What does that mean.
Jon: Well, i looked more into the wording and manner and such of the statements they are in or wrote and.. their relationships are quite- queer, in both senses
Jonah: …Pardon?
Jon: You reading Barnabas’ statement to Jonah was- quite endearingly wrote- I understand most of them said “Dear Jonah” but the fact that he’s relying on Magnus and doesn’t just use Jonah for urgency is odd to say the least, let alone the fact Magnus then went to get his bones after he’d died…
Jonah: … I suppose-
Jon: And! You said he was on good terms with Mordechai Lukas? What good terms? It’s very vague- and suggests things- especially if what I’m imagining Bennet’s relationship with Magnus entails.
Jonah: … I- … Perhaps.
Jon: And! The fact Smirke wasn’t outright done with Magnus after Jonah betrayed him was something I don’t think most people would do… That implies things- Especially seeing Magnus, and the things he did.
Jonah: Fair enoug- what? What about Jonah Magnus implies things?
Jon: He- Well look at him- he’s in your office:..
Jonah: I-…
Jon: Anyways- Im starting to believe Jonah had a harem of his associates..
Jonah: . . . How.
Jon: Albrecht and Clara would not care that much- Neither would Jonathan be that upset- Smirke, Mordechai, and Barnabas I already explained… Oh- Simon! The Fairchild family isn’t much connected to the Vast except for him and his niece?
Jonah: I’m not understanding why you chose to-… do- this.
Jon: I divulge in my interests, the eye certainly would like to know…
Jonah: About that?
Jon: I’d think so- I forgot the Dark’s person which I’m sure is now Maxwell Rayner because of the body hopping the Dark’s avatar can do…
Jonah: I… Alright, Jon- I could get you a statement?
Jon: No, thank you- I think I’ll keep doing this.
Jonah: Did- Jon, I suggest that you stop focusing on Georgian Era Drama. *Intense glare*
Jon: Oh- O- K…
(If this doesn’t make sense… I like to think Jonah had a harem of his friends/colleagues/associates… a lot of people think this way too- I think… anywayssssssss)
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malecsecretsanta · 3 months
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Merry Christmas, @banesapothecary!
Merry Christmas!!!! I did take some liberty with the trope you gave, I hope you like this hehe.
*****
1
It was a day as always, lights dimmed down the hall, and all the people had cleared out. Alec sat in his room, brows furrowed, hands fidgeted the edge of his white robe.  He should have been resting right now, rinsing out a tired, long day, yet, he simply waited.
“Miss me already?” A familiar voice rang through the room, and another man stepped into view. With every step, his jewelry glistened like starlight. Magnus sat next to him, too close, too far. Alec allowed himself to steal moments of Magnus, marveling, a bit frustrated, at how such a man could exist. 
“Not at all.” Alec couldn’t help but smile, then scowled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Magnus caught his gaze, grin wildening. “Oh? So I must have mistaken that letter for yours then. Guess I have to leave now, shame.”
Before Magnus could get up, Alec nervously tugged on his sleeve. “I didn’t say you should go. I don’t mind your presence.”
Judging by the probably the feigned offended reaction on Magnus’s face, it was not the response he wanted to hear. Alec knew that. Magnus hadn’t bothered to show up at the temple for a week, and Alec could understand. He knew how frustrating it must be, for a love under corridors and whispers in the night. He wished there could be a better way.
“I want you here.” Alec breathed out. “Please, stay.”
“Well, if you say so,” Magnus responded, his voice went soft. “Besides, how could I leave you alone on such a cold winter?” Magnus took Alec’s hand and pressed his lips to it, making Alec’s heart leap from its cage.
Maybe, just maybe, he would allow himself, just for these moments, to be more than the renowned, chaste priest his family raised him to be. 
2
“Did you regret it?” 
Alec tilted his head to look at his brother, who clearly had been harboring this question for a long time.
“It could have been worse.” He took another sip of his wine, all sweet and elegant. It was a gift from the new concubine, thousands upon thousands of crushed fruits and flower petals, ordered by the king to make something worthy of his new conquest. He had the right to show off, seeing how Alec’s husband had favored only him for an entire month and left the rest of the harem dust. Hopefully, they could stay like that and spare Alec the trouble. 
“But it could have been better.” Jace pointed out. “You could’ve run away.” Luckily for Jace’s tongue, Alec had ordered all the servants to leave the room, they could discuss this without fearing the sword dangling over their heads.
“All families needed people by his majesty’s side, both in court and his bed. I simply perform my duty as a Lightwood.” 
“You didn’t have to, that’s my point! You shouldn’t sacrifice your happiness for the sake of everyone.” Jace said, heat and accusation packed in his tone. As if it hadn’t torn Alec from bones to flesh that day, knowing he had to marry a man he didn’t, couldn’t love, a man who wasn’t Magnus. 
“All I know is that–” Alec gritted out, hand curled tightly over his cup. “Isabelle is happy to live a simple life with Simon, and Max will no doubt grow to take over our family with a respectable spouse by his side.” And Magnus would be happier without Alec weighing him down. He left that part unsaid. “I appreciate your concern for my well-being, but frankly, this debacle is fruitless. Let's leave it at that.”
After Jace had left, Alec retreated to his chamber. He closed all the windows and checked again to guarantee there was not a spot where people could spy on him. Once he’d finished, he reached out under his bed, opened the hidden locket with his keystone, and retreated a single piece of paper. On it laid a simple sentence, asking whether Alec remembered the blossom tree.
Alec had received this letter after he sent Magnus his birthday gift. It had cost him more effort than he was willing to admit. He remembered years ago, back when they didn’t know any better, Magnus had wanted a blossom tree whose flowers bloom blue purer than the sky. Alec wasn’t that young boy sitting in silence to admire the gold flecks in his lover’s eyes anymore, but even years at the palace couldn’t turn his love to stone. He poured his money and time in, trying and failing and trying again, the success only came after millions of failures. Still, Alec had Jace deliver the gift for him, fearing if he could meet Magnus, he wouldn’t leave him. The letter came back soon after.
“Remember the camellia fields?” It had said, drawing back memory of warmer days, the two of them playing around in the Lightwood’s summer house, eyes only for each other. He remembered asking Magnus, and his lover pinned him down on the grass below, the answer and laughter in between kisses tasted like honey. 
Would you overthrow a king for me? Yes
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Time was ticking. The ashes had just begun. Alec was a fool who fell in love with the enemy.
“I’m sorry.” Alec smiled, the slight movement tore the wounds in his stomach bigger, blood dripping down his armor. Laying helplessly across Magnus's lap would remind him of how easy things had been between them if there wasn’t a sword piercing through his body. 
“Alexander–no, stay with me–don't you dare close your eyes, Alexander! We can figure this out.” He could feel Magnus’s heavy sobbing, and Alec would frown if he had the energy for it. Magnus should never be sad. 
“It’s okay,” Alec assured him, every breath felt like torture as life drained out from him. “It’s not your fault, there is no other way.”
Magnus was still saying something, and Alec swore he would never miss a word from Magnus, but it was getting so hard to focus. 
People said a person’s last hour opened their eyes to things they didn’t know, couldn’t understand before, to tease them with the knowledge of a greater life, then take it away. Having Magnus by his side was the cruelest yet sweetest thing life had granted him, Alec was grateful all the same. 
“I love you.” Alec closed his eyes.
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“What’s wrong with them?” Zelda threw her hands up in frustration. “No fucking way they kept doing this to me.”
“Give it up already. It’s been what, your 500th try? At some point, you gotta admit defeat.” Nguyen rolled her eyes, that asshole.
“I’ve tried everything! It’s their stupid asses keep ruining my perfectly crafted sabotage plan!” Zelda exclaimed. 
Ruining a couple should never be this difficult. Zelda prided herself on her skill, to turn love into hatred. Things as simple as a late dinner or complicated as my-sister-got-killed-by-your-dad-on-purpose never failed to accomplish their missions. 
But these twos– she didn’t know what to do with them. Throw one or both of them in a forbidden status, and they are somehow still entangled. Kill one of them, and well, let's just say the memos she received for that particular attempt weren’t very nice. Too much collateral damage.
“Come on, I know they got banished and wiped out their time serving in the celestial realm, and yada yada, that punishment is enough. No need to get your ears all twisted over this.”
What Nguyen- the slacker didn’t know was that Zelda had been holding the title of number one relationship breaker for 2000 years. She intended to hold on for 2000 years more. 
“I’ll get them this time, mark my words.” Zelda went back to her planning board. Unlike previous times, she needed to play the long game. She’d make them the total opposite this time, one light, one dark. One mortal, one doomed to live forever until only their scattered spirit remained. The immortal one would open his heart to others, the scars would never heal. The other would be none the wiser, too clueless, too stubborn, his prickly cover would wound more than the sharpest dagger.
 Zelda smiled at her result. 
Let's see how two battered doors could be together.
+1
“Magnus! I’m working!” Alec protested but immediately burst into laughter. “I'm serious Magnus, let me focus. ”
His husband, of course, being the incredibly mature figure that he was, just tightened his arms around Alec’s waist. “It’s the holiday, no work’s allowed.”
“Demons don’t take holiday.”
“I don’t care.”
“C’mon Magnus.” Alec pouted. “20 more minutes.”
“Your 20, and 30, and 40, and the next thing I knew I had to carry you off from your table.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“Sh–you’re disrupting my rest.” Proceeded the fake snoring. God, Alec loved his husband.
“C’mon Magnus, I promise Max and Rafe we will be making a gingerbread house together. I can’t move while you’re on top of me.” 
Magnus looked up at that, wiggling his eyebrows. “You never complain befor–” Alec shut him up with a kiss. They both sank into it, turned out that when one did something for enough time, it was easier than breathing. 
“Fine.” Alec surrendered. There was no point arguing with Magnus. Alec would fold later anyway. “I’m blaming this on you if they fire me.”
“Darling, you’re the consul, only Raziel could fire you. And I wouldn’t let them.”
“How lucky I am, bagging such a fine husband.”
“I know, such a shame mine is slacking off his husband's duty.”
Alec smiled and kissed his husband again.
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groenendaelfic · 1 year
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i love APoT!!! the fandom def needs more abo fics but you've raised the bar so high lol
im so interested in an alt universe where wille presents as an alpha before meeting simon and that timeline i think itd be hilarious as well (wille's pov in APoT has me rolling)
the bar doesn't exist. there is no bar. it's an illusion.
there need to be so many more abo fics in yr*. Just think about all the possibilities! If anyone needs a cheerleader to write one, I am happily offering my services. *\o/*
ngl I have THOUGHT about this. Like capital letters and all, and it would be a very different fic (though tbf the same is true for APoT from any other pov), because Alpha Wille without Simon? In a universe like A Pack of Two? That Wille fucks. A lot.
You’d have pre-Hillerska Wille, probably at a party or in a club, with loud music and people grinding against him and pheromones and all, and well, if Wille presents there, with people actively wanting to get with the prince?
He’ll take what’s on offer, because our boy is horny, touch starved and does not know how to deal with his new instincts and feelings.
Combine that with it suddenly being expected and encouraged that he forms a pack and takes a bunch of mates to see to his needs, well, why wouldn’t he enjoy taking comfort in a pile of willing bodies?
Physical touch and intimacy is both nice and comforting, and it’s not like anyone except Erik ever hugs him, and Erik’s been away so much, first at Hillerska and now with the military and Crown Prince duties, and also orgasms are great, as is feeling wanted (even if it’s only for his cock).
Also for the first time in Wille's life his parents are proud. Of HIM!
Now while Wille presenting is still seen as great for Sweden, him having done so in the middle of Stockholm was also a tiny bit disruptive, and he’s too young to be shipped off to a large rural estate to only be brought out when foreign dignitaries etc need to be intimidated, and so boarding school it is.
Wille does not sleep in the dorms, but gets his own house etc on the grounds and there is a lot of paperwork (and birth control) involved, but becoming the mate of a royal Alpha is a huge honor, so everyone at Hillerska is very excited. (except Simon)
Wille is offered to bring some of his friends from Stockholm and maybe he will because they are familiar and maybe he won’t because for some reason they don’t really feel like real pack, or at least not how he thinks/is told that pack should feel, but anyway, he is sent to Hillerska but this time Erik probably isn’t there to see him off.
(Wille wants Erik to be HIS in a non-sexual way, but things are tricky right now because while they might love each other dearly, Erik likes being Crown Prince and Wille likes not being Crown Prince and while having Erik kneel to him and swear his undying allegiance would be weirdly nice—and Erik would, were they not who they are—it’s also something neither of them can have right now. People are already having thoughts about what his presentation means for the line of succession, openly)
Simon still sings in the choir and calls Wille and his family the biggest welfare receivers, and Wille takes one look at him and WANTS him, because Simon is smart and talented and beautiful, and he speaks his mind and is absolutely perfect, but Simon of course doesn’t.
Sure the Alpha prince is hot and makes him feel weak in the knees, but he also stands for everything Simon hates, and he’s seen the ecstatic news reports about the younger prince presenting and all the documentaries about Alphas which aired after, one more disturbing than the other, and Simon is not going to bow to anyone and he is most certainly not going to become part of some over-privileged, spoilt brat’s harem, no matter how big the doe eyes he makes at him are or how awkward his flirting, because that only makes Simon more furious.
The guy doesn’t even need to be smooth for everyone to want to get on his knot and to join his pack!
(no one officially has yet, but that doesn’t mean having slept with the first Swedish Alpha in 300 years isn’t still something to brag about and elevate one's standing)
And also he will never forgive the Alpha prince for making him drop to his knees along with everyone else that one time he lost his temper with August, because that felt right in the worst way, and just no.
Meanwhile Wille is very confused as to what he’s doing wrong (Erik is being no help, not that he wants Erik to help, but also he's getting desperate), because he really wants to woo Simon, but it seems he can do nothing right and Simon hates him.
There is naturally also that one time when Wille sees Simon being bullied for not making a secret out of his dislike and he snaps, because how dare they, and somehow that only makes Simon angry, and Wille doesn’t understand.
All he wants to do is make Simon happy and to suck his cock (he’s never felt the urge before, but he thinks it might be nice, it certainly feels nice when others suck his).
And then Simon makes one snappy comment too many, maybe ending in something along the lines of I'll never let you fuck me or make me your bitch, fuck you and Wille says yes, yes please and Simon is baffled and thinks that's a joke, but he's also horny and so they fuck and it's the best angry sex ever.
It's also Simon's first time and now he hates himself because he liked it and came so hard, and now the prince is smiling at him and telling him how good he was and that he finally understands why anyone would ever want to bottom, because giving himself to Simon is the best and he's so happy that Simon is finally his.
It takes Simon another 30k to be fully happy as well but once he is he's very happy.
The End.
*I checked. Currently there’re only six fics total, including mine, two of them in Chinese and only one ONE feat. Alpha!Simon (which I need to read asap along with the other four because decrying the lack of abo fic without having read what already exists is shameful).
Also now I’m thinking about my abo verse but with Simon as the Alpha and that … well that would definitely be a most interesting way to explore class differences and power dynamics … Simon would be so appalled with how differently he’s suddenly being treated.
Also also what about a more traditional abo verse where you don’t know your secondary gender until you present during puberty. Everyone expects Wille to be an Alpha and Simon a twinky socialist Omega, but actually Wille turns out to be an Omega (bonus points if he presents while topping) and Wille has ideas (and inclinations?) as to what it means to be a proper Omega (he likes kneeling for Simon and resting his head against his inner thigh) and Simon hates it because he believes in equality (and it's not like following societal norms can be treated like a kink, right?). And in the most fucked up twist everyone now wants Simon to knock up Wille asap because there is no such thing as absolute primogeniture or secondary gender equality in this 'verse and that makes Simon even more furious and then over the next 100k he burns down the entire system or maybe not.
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itty-bitty-writes · 8 months
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Bitty's WIPs
(posted stories masterpost)
Surrounded by His Loved One - Chapter 2: Copulation (Shrinky Sanders Sides Smut Series, aka 5S)
summary:
Remus is up Virgil's butt, and Virgil and Logan are heading to Logan's room to… copulate.
status: intro written. vague ideas for what's after that
Prinxiety cock vore [actual title pending] (5S)
summary:
Remus told Roman that Virgil enjoyed their shrinky sex, and now Roman's got a similar proposition for Virgil
(from a prompt)
status: probably half written
LAMP cock vore + sex [actual title pending] (5S)
summary:
Virgil liked Roman in his dick so much that this time he gets to cock vore two boyfriends. And then fuck Patton with them inside.
(from a prompt)
status: outlined
Dark Sides in Balls (5S)
summary:
Remus cock vored the other two dark sides, and then… forgot.
Oops
status: outlined
I Know You Know I'm Here (5S)
summary:
Janus totally didn't see Remus, shrunken and naked, on the bed. Totally. It's absolutely a complete coincidence that Janus, also naked, sat down directly on top of him. Unfortunate positioning, is all.
(pretend unaware)
(Remus is having the time of his life)
status: concept exists. Intro written
Ritual Sacrifice (5S)
summary:
The dragon witch (Janus, wearing cloth wings) has demanded a sacrifice. The unfortunate Roman has been chosen by lot, and now Logan and Virgil must tie him to a tree (Patton's dick) for the dragon witch to claim.
or
The sides do a fun little roleplay
(Janus has a vagina in this one)
status: outlined
A Game of Cock Vore (Sizeshifter Trio)
summary:
Elliott is often the voice of reason and impulse control for the trio.
This fic does not involve Elliott.
status: opening written
Awkward First Time
summary:
A gt couple decide to try sex for the first time. They're not sure what they're doing, but they find a way to make it good for both of them.
status: outlined, opening written
Insomnia (Josh's Tiny Harem)
summary:
Josh can't sleep. His solution? shove a tiny in his pants, see if that helps
status: barely started
Forgotten Tiny Third
summary:
A couple have been trying out various kinks to see how much they like them, and are trying micro/macro.
They forget there's a tiny involved.
status: outlined
Dick Apartments
summary:
So it turns out that the reason the rent is so low for Gus's new apartment is that the building doubles as a giant dildo.
He really should have read the lease document more thoroughly.
status: barely started
Surprise! Shrunken and Trapped - Part 2 (Poll Story)
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Simon has unexpectedly shrunk, and somehow ended up in an unaware giant's underwear, just before he put it on!
~
Simon's stuck under the giant's junk, and he's causing an unfortunate itch.
status: about a paragraph written
3 sizes - Cock Vore and Cock Fucking [actual title pending]
summary:
One giant. Two sizes of tiny.
The larger tiny fucks the smaller tinies into the giant's dick
status: 99% done
Tournament
summary:
Several contestants in a large maze, each equipped with a device which will shrink someone to only a few inches tall.
The last person full sized wins.
Everyone else gets fucked.
status: outlined
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groguspicklejar · 5 months
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part 1 of medieval ghoap x reader
why am i doing this? well, because i feel kinda angsty and i wanna turn it into fluffy smut. now hold tight and deal with it
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been thinking about king!Johnny who's jovial and gleeful and brings happiness all around and his dark knight who broods at his side at all times. they're inseparable. glued together through all of time. rare to see one without the other for an extended period.
the Ghost is what they call the knight. the king's right hand man. has fought side by side with the king to lay waste to countless enemies. has drawn blood for far less than a bad word spoken against his beloved king. can hardly stand to be touched by anyone else other than the king and who they choose to lay with at night.
they have a harem of men and women to pick from every night, but once Johnny gets a glimpse of you, plucks you from your little corner and brings you to his bed chambers for the night, everything changes. the king is enamoured with the way you react to his touch, he's utterly hopeless to the shock in your eyes when he sinks to his knees and lavishes you with his tongue.
he makes you feel good. makes you gasp and mewl and cry out in ways you never have before when you're in a man's bed. he looks at you like you're something to be treasured, like you're something important. it stings your eyes with tears when you reach your peak.
and the knight? he's nearby, touching himself as he watches the king have his way with you. parts of his armour are off but he doesn't take off his mask. and his eyes are fixed on you. you don't know what to make of that.
but you do help him reach his end. you take him in your mouth and he surprises you with the gentle hand steadying your pace. you'd expected him to be rough, to brutalise you, but he's quite the opposite. quiet and cautious of his strength, even when he cums in your mouth.
Johnny makes promises to see you again soon, makes it known that you were a joy to be around and he wants to see you more often. he showers you with compliments, nothing you haven't heard from any other man but the way he says them makes your heart clench.
he tells you that you were so good for them and so wonderful, so pretty when you cum for them. he tells you that your sounds were delightful, despite you trying to hide them. that you tasted divine, that you were blessed with the beauty of a goddess, long forgotten by time.
he wants to see you again. more often than you ever could've anticipated. something long since broken tugs in your chest as he plants kisses all over your face and you almost don't catch the way Ghost's eyes narrow.
"of course, your majesty." your head bows as you accept his advances.
"no, no—" he cups your cheeks, forcing you to look him in the eye. "ye can call me Johnny."
the way your jaw immediately locks at his words sobers him up from his joyful rant.
you can't call him by his first name in that manner. like you're his... something. you're nothing. you're no one. you can't.
"stay." it sounds less like a demand and more like a plea. you have no choice but to obey nonetheless.
you can't fall asleep with him holding you from behind. you're too rattled by his plea to actually fall into a slumber. the knight has long since dozed off on the lush couch.
for the next hour, you ponder on the events. if the king was being true, you will return to this room and continue this arrangement. if not, you'll simply fall back into the background of a painting that dictated your dreary life.
you figured that it'll be the latter. and you'd rather spare yourself the embarrassment of expecting something where it shouldn't be expected.
alas, Johnny is a king and Simon, a knight and you... you are but a simple girl with a past turned to dust and nothing to your name. you quietly untangle yourself from the king and slip back into your cream dress, put your slippers back on and quietly leave before the sun rises, completely unaware of the dark knight's eyes following your every step.
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[part 2] dividers by @saradika offer a coin to the picklejar
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garfunklefield · 6 months
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About me [11/19/23]
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Minors DNI
Hi I’m Ell! I’m 18 and a huge death note fanatic (although this blog is and will be multi fandom)
My pronouns are he/him and I’m super gay.
I also really enjoy drawing my ocs and stuff so I might deviate from any fandoms to post about them and their lore lol
Fandoms
I enjoy and will probably post Death Note, OHSHC, TADC, FNAF, Undertale, Fionna and Cake, Kamisama Kiss, and a lot more!
My fics
I have a bunch of fics and I’m gonna link them! As well as with a short description! All of them so far are Death Note related.
Mizerable [incomplete hiatus]
A Mellodramatic crackfic which probably won't get picked back up.
Victims of love [completed]
My first Death Note and lawlight fic! It’s completed and super wholesome :)
Ride my face [complete]
A Mello x trans masc y/n one shot
Gardenia [incomplete hiatus]
This is a lawlight and beyondxmisa fic which I really like. It’s on hiatus rn and I’m not sure if I’ll pick it up again :(
Punishment Games [complete]
A NSFW lawlight one shot :)
Lights hips don’t lie [incomplete finished]
This was just a shitpost with me and my friend @micr0w4ve LMAO
Until my last breath [incomplete WIP]
My brain child and lawmane baby! It’s a isekai story of Misa getting trapped in a harem and HATING it :)
Sin so well [complete]
A NSFW Simon Petrikov and Winter King one shot
Final stuff
Uhhhhh I think this is it! If I have to update it I will but so far this is pretty much.. all! Bye!!
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yasmine-cariaga · 1 year
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BALLET CORE: TIKTOK’S NEW OBSESSION & FASHION’S OLD FRIEND
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Ballet core has pirouetted its way into the hearts of hyperfeminine girls everywhere. It girls Lily-Rose Depp, Bella Hadid and actress Elle Fanning have championed this trend. Ballet had an undeniable influence on SS23 Fashion week. Ballet references danced their way from the Sandy Liang show in New York to the Simone Rocha runway in London. Videos tagged Ballet core have gained an impressive 171 million views on TikTok and on Pinterest searches for ballet core have jétéd all the way up by 1566%. The Miu Miu ballet flats have gone viral on Tik Tok, and it seems as if every girl has run to their local dance shop to buy themselves a pair of leg warmers and a baby pink leotard.
The main items of ballet core are casual rehearsal accessories such as leg warmers, leotards, and wrap-around cardigans. Ballet flats are another staple in the ballet core wardrobe. It girl Lily Rose Depp, is constantly seen wearing the red Repetto ballet pumps and Bella Hadid and Devon Lee Carlson have become fans of Sandy Liang’s pointe shoe. It could be said that ballet rehearsal wear is 2022’s answer to the athleisure trend which took off in 2016. Ballet core is the perfect median between comfort and femininity. Morgan Timuri- founder of Lei, a ballet-inspired clothing brand states “When I wear feminine ballet-inspired outfits I feel quite comfortable yet subtly stylish… it doesn’t make me feel like I’m too overdressed or underdressed.” Timuri also credits the Oscar-winning film Black Swan for popularising ballet wear: “I think movies becoming popular again such as Black Swan have definitely made ballet core a lot more popular”.
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Ballet and fashion have been in a long-term relationship since the early 1900s. The Ballet Russes, a Parisian ballet company founded in 1907, popularised ballet as fashion’s muse. The Ballet Russes brought ballet to the West, and they exposed Europe to a romantic image of Tsarist Russia. Léon Bakst’s luxurious ‘oriental’ costumes for the company further propelled ballet into Western entertainment. His costumes were vibrant and decadent. The master couturier, Paul Poiret, took inspiration from Bakst’s ‘oriental’ costumes in 1909 and created his own ‘oriental’ influenced collection which featured kaftans, headdresses, and the infamous new wave harem pants. The Ballet Russes’ opulent costumes also inspired Yves Saint Laurent’s 1976 Haute Couture collection, Opéras - Ballets Russes.
The reality of ballet is very different from the romanticised image that ballet core portrays. If you look up ballet core on Pinterest, you will enter a thinspo hell. Images of skinny, white bodies will flood your screen and these pictures promote eating disorders and romanticise the struggles ballerinas face. According to Butterfly, an eating disorder charity “The ballet industry strives on structure, comparison, and perfectionism. With a focus on an ideal, thin body type.” The charity found that approximately 12% of dancers struggle with eating disorders and ballet dancers are 10 times more likely to develop eating disorders than non-ballet dancers. When asked about the romanticisation of ballet core and body image representation within the dance industry, ex-ballerina Daisy Ayscough proclaims that “There is some harm in that industry in terms of body image and it’s not ideal that it’s being transferred into the World around us”.
Like most trends that start on Tik Tok, you might think that ballet core isn’t going to stay long but Morgan Timuri thinks otherwise as she explains “I don’t think it will die out because the components of ballet core aren’t anything out of the ordinary and are pretty much staple pieces of any other wardrobe”. Let’s hope ballet and fashion don’t break up anytime soon but the ballet industry needs to go its separate way from its toxic body ideals.
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