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BESTIES I've passed my driving exam, now I can fully focus on writing victorian au and requests! <3

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"I’d rather take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three"

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#reblog #that’s me #i’m guilty

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i’m so excited for victorian au!!! if it makes u feel any better bae i failed my drivers test twice😭but i got my license in the end!!

It was my second attempt, but I keep failing not because I'm a bad driver or a danger on the road, but like for things such as forgetting to signal that I'm avoiding a car parked on the street (it was the finish line for the test and they failed me bruh). 😭 And the first time I thought the lady behind was letting me in on the lane, but she got distracted by her phone and I misunderstood her.

The percentage of people actually passing the test in my province is actually 20%, one of the lowest in the country.

But I hope third time's a charm! Keep your fingers crossed, while I put my pain and sorrow into victorian au! <3

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guys I swear I'm not dead nor did I abandoned this blog, I promise I'm working on victorian au and one kylo ren request, but I need more time.

I thought I would finally pass my driving exam, but unfortunately I didn't so my morals are really low rn and private life's been shit, I don't even know what my name is.

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Hiii! Do you like star wars? would you write something about kylo ren?

Actually, I'm a big fan of Star Wars franchise - I basically grew up on movies and tv series. I even wrote a full lenght fanfic back in the golden days of Wattpad, haha.

But I would be open to writing for Kylo - darker or normal themes, I'm curious about the request. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

#dianthus speaks #kylo ren x reader

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DAMN 🥵

PRACTICE

or, simon riley has a big dick. that's all. mdni.

"Are you sure?" Simon asks, for maybe the fourth time. You pull him down for a kiss, tangling your hands in his grown out buzz-cut. His lips are chapped and familiar against yours, moving in a well-rehearsed dance.

"If you don't fuck me right now, Simon Riley, I will chop your dick off," you tease, pulling him closer. He chuckles, wrapping his huge hands around your thighs, pulling them open. He watches, lip caught between his teeth, as you flutter and clench around nothing, slick coating your inner thighs.

"Tap out if it gets too much?" he confirms, but it's more like he's asking himself, smearing slick over your folds and your opening. You nod, looping your arms around his neck as he braces himself on his forearms above you.

"Si," you gasp as he pushes himself in. He knocks the air from your lungs, the vein under his tip rubbing against you. You arch your back up as you feel yourself stretch around him.

"Oh, oh god," Simon groans, hands landing on your thighs to ground himself. He pulls them apart, head falling back as he watches his your hole swallow him.

"Si, it's big," you whine, feeling the dull, pleasurable ache between your thighs grow. Simon rubs messy circles on your clit, pressing an apologetic kiss to your temple.

"I know, 'm sorry angel, just a little bit to go," he soothes, wiping away a stray tear from the corner of your eye. He pushes himself in to the hilt and watches stars dance in his vision. He's gasping for air, completely lost in pleasure.

His hands are shaking a little as he pulls your thighs up, locking them around his waist. You whimper at the new position, nails clawing down his back. Simon's head drops into the crook of your shoulder, gasping in your ear.

"Si, think I'm gonna-"

"I know," he groans into your neck, "I know, I can fuckin feel it sweetheart, you're so fuckin perfect-"

You cum with a whine, and it takes everything, all those years of military training, to stop Simon from cumming right then. He's pretty sure he's drawn blood from his bottom lip. He doesn't care.

As the aftershocks wash over you, he pulls out just a tiny bit, before rolling his hips back into you, and it's euphoria. He's only done it three times before you're writhing underneath him, leaving crescent-moon marks on his biceps.

"More, Si, I need more, I need it," you beg, tightening the grip on his arms. Simon's head is spinning, he doesn't know if it's the creamy ring of cum at the base of his cock or the fact that you just fucking came that does it to him, but he knows he won't last.

"Greedy fucking girl," he groans, crashing his hips into yours. The slick sounds that emanate from where your bodies meet fill the room, and Simon shouldn't find them hot but he does.

"God, I'll give you fuckin' everything," he gasps, "it's- it's all for you, angel."

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Logan if you're reading this get off my tumblr

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I went for an hour nap, WHAT'S GOING ON, YOU ABSOLUELTY BLASTED MY NOTIFICATIONS omg thank you! <3

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go on

the only one option where i accept soap dying is the universe where he FAKES his death so he can move to countryside and start a new life. because he kidnapped a girl that he was obsessed with for a long time and since everyone thinks he's dead, it's gonna be easier to keep her around:/

one time, she manages to run away?? she stops at near gas station telling the woman working here that she's "kidnapped by a dead guy". i don't need to tell you that soap picks her up sooner than she expected to and gives a punishment:/

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If you’ve written or plan on writing any Ghost x Reader (noncon) I would love to see/read it! Your writing is scrumptious!

a/n: For a long time I couldn't face writing darker side of Simon, but think I'm finally ready. Here's continuation of Stalker!Ghost. You can read part one here! But there certainly will be more of non-con on this blog from now on. ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

w: stalking turned kidnapping, drugging, non-con (somnophilia, handjob, fingering, p in v, hints of pet play); Stalker!Ghost turned Kidnapper!Ghost

Of course you weren’t pleased when Simon’s broad body was blocking the only way out through the doors of his bedroom. Despite trying to push through him, the man didn’t flinch, standing still like a mountain. The soldier was prepared for a little tantrum, but not for a full breakdown of a sweet creature as you in front of him.

Your pretty eyes overflowed with tears as you kept asking over and over again,  how did you get here or why you were wearing his shirt instead of your clothes. You were so terrified, hands shaking even though you tried to keep your composure. For a brief moment Ghost felt the smallest remorse, his dark gaze softened while looking down at you. 

Until your fear turned into anger and you slapped him across his unshaven jaw. How ungrateful. 

The strength of your girly slap couldn’t compare to the years of his military training, body and soul hardened. Therefore Simon would not take such disrespect from his girl. Why would you hit him after all that he had done for you? Ghost made sure you came home safe, not tainted by some drunk bastards on the streets. He protected you. 

Simon grabbed your wrist before another strike landed on his cheekbone and dragged you back to the bed that was still warm. Blonde crawled over your frame and sat on top of your thighs. He pinned your hands to the sides of your crying face and waited until you calmed down. His grip was so tight that he might have left some bruises here and there. 

You writhed beneath him, you cried and finally begged, but he didn’t budge. You were his now and Simon knew what was best for his sweet girl, no? 

You tired yourself to the point of slowly dozing off in his arms – in an embrace of the man that kept you locked inside of his house. The anger was quickly reforged into a primal fear – about your future, what could he possibly need you here, why you? 

The acceptance didn’t come easily or not at all. Simon had to constantly keep an eye on you or had to literally keep you close to him. When he was chopping vegetables, you would be stuck between his torso and the counter with no way out. If he left the bedroom to do some dishes or cook, you would be seated on one of the countertops, presented like a doll. Tying you up would be the last resort if you’ve been misbehaving. 

There wasn’t a time when Ghost would leave you alone, even in the privacy of the bathroom. You quickly learned how taking care of you, such as brushing your hair or dressing you up, soothed his nerves. The contrast between you and Simon was a form of addiction – how your skin was soft and warm, while his was coarse and stiff. How tempting you smelled of flowers or vanilla instead of his nicotine musk mixed with gunpowder. 

But Ghost knew he had to keep you in line, obedient, because the moment you had your leash loosened, you usually would do something foolish like trying to run away from him. After all Simon had done for you, is this your way to show respect and gratefulness? 

You left him no other choice, but to start smuggling sleeping pills into your evening food. It never took long for them to start working (especially because he gave you a bigger dose than what was suitable for your weight). Usually you would just melt into his chest while watching tv, fighting the feeling of heavy eyelids.

Normally, Simon would just pick you up and carry to his bed, he wouldn’t do anything indecent, he wasn’t a pervert! 

But.

But some nights he was more desperate and needy for your touch. When your mind began to drift off to the Orpheus’ realm, he would wrap his large palm over your hand and lead it all the way to his aching cock, already leaking some precum. Blonde would keep a keen eye on your sleepy face, while you unconsciously narrowed your brows. Ghost would lead your wrist to stroke his throbbing length inside of his boxers just for some friction. That’s what he said to himself, but it never ended before he spilled pearly substance all over your and his hands. Until he felt sated. 

Simon wasn’t a selfish man. After you had “helped” him with his painful boner, it was time for your sweet release. His large digits would dive down the hem of your panties just to mess around with your puffy folds and the strings of arousal coating them. He would carefully watch your facial expressions and listen to the slightest changes in your breathing. 

Just when you got wet enough to his liking and your clit swollen, Ghost would plunge two of his fat digits inside of you, before thrusting them in and out mercilessly. Oh, what sweet little noises you made. 

But man lost so much in his sick pleasure, he didn’t notice the tears that ran down your temple and a sad pout on your face. It was like a fever dream – you remembered a sudden wave of euphoria washing over your body through your sleep, but couldn’t pinpoint if this was all a bitterly sweet nightmare or a real life. 

It took you some time to figure out what he was exactly doing as the evening came. Or what happened during the night when his filthy hands roamed over your vulnerable body. That day, Simon was actually surprised, when you didn’t want to eat your regular dinner. 

— I know what’s in it. — You stated, turning your head to the side, away from your captor or his food. — You drug me and… t-touch me when I’m sleeping. 

— And would you like to be awake for that, hmm? To finally witness how wet you get when I give you my fingers? 

Simon almost pressed his forehead to yours as the threat lingered in the air. He was leaning over your seated form, one massive arm caging you between him and the table.

— N-No, no, I just- 

But Ghost caught your hand into his and led you to the bedroom, while food stayed on the table, untouched and cooling. Your protests fell to his deaf ears as he quickly “helped you out” of the confinement of the shirt you were wearing. 

He would mock your struggles against him, because after all of that fit your threw, you were stuck helpless beneath his body, taking every inch of his fat cock he had given you. How generous of him. 

Ghost didn’t worry about the burning feeling of stretching your pussy with his length as long as you were whining and clenching around him. 

— And what was that fuss about, huh? Look at you, such a good pet. 

You tried to cover your face with your hands, but your captor slapped them away. He wanted, no, he needed to see the pink blush of humiliation that covered your cheeks. Simon wanted to see the realization in your eyes that you were entirely dependent on him from now on. 

Once he had a taste of your sweet juices and the warmth of a young body, Simon would find a way to smuggle some pills each day into your system – in your food or even forcefully into your throat. He reduced the dose just to keep you pliant and weak enough for him to devour his girl as he pleased, but aware enough – he didn’t want to fuck a non-responsive pile of muscles and bones, no? 

Kidnapper!Ghost was a merciless and cruel man.

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fantastic artwork that inspired this imagine by @/rusticfurnace on twt

Imagine a long haired Soap. Shoulder length brown strands, just grown out mohawk. How they tingle when he keeps his head buried in the crook of your neck, planting gentle kisses all over your shoulder. Long haired Soap who whines when you playfully pull on his hair.

Or, whenever he has more steam to blow off after the latest deployment, Johnny might even growl, like a mad dog. He won’t admit it, but it really turns him on, when you yank his hair during sex. It’s just the mixture of the slightest pain and dominance you inflict on him that sent him over the edge. 

psst, my requests are open :3

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….if you need historical fashion advice for your story- not anything in depth just basic advice and facts- I’d love to help you. I’m an amateur fashion historian!

You don’t have to post this! I hope I’m not crossing a line! Thank you!!!

Oh my godness, of course some help would be appreciated! I love victorian/edwardian clothing, but I won't pretend I'm an expert, haha!

Also sometimes looking for the right translation from my language to english might come out wrong and I don't want to limit myself to calling gown only as a "dress"!

So, you're very welcome to say hello in my dm's! <3

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Spy!Reader X Mafia!König?

you knew your job was dangerous. Dangerously so - Konig isn't just some dumb crook who steals cars and can mug a few hopeless office workers. He spend years in service, gaining connections with both retired military personnel and people from organized crime - the same ones he was supposed to fight in his days at the special service. He is the criminal king of Austria - and Germany, and probably a couple other countries you have no interest in. You're here to spy on him - maybe it's for the police, the one fucking branch that wasn't too corrupted. Maybe it's for a rival organization, some street dogs who want to take their slice of the pie. Konig didn't care at first - almost didn't blink at simply murdering you when he saw your pretty shaking hands holding very sensitive documents. Then he looks at the owner of said shaking hands. And...well, Konig believed himself to be too corrupted and jaded to fall in love. Perhaps, he just got slight brain damage from the many bullets he took as a younger man. Perhaps, his age finally getting to him, making him sentimental and sappy. But, oh, he looks at you, this pathetic little thing, and he can't bring himself to kill you. Oh no, he has so many better uses for a pretty face and sharp tongue. For beautiful legs and smart hands. You're not sure that laying on his table on your back, your legs spread on his wide frame, and your hands shaking as you're trying to grasp him, is a better position than being killed. His cock is big, pulsating in your pussy with each powerful thrusts, every motion is just telling you repeatedly that he is not going to let you go after this. Spilling his seed in your unprotected hole, whispering something about buying you a pill after. You wouldn't be able to walk - and he is still holding a gun to your head, making sure you wouldn't do something as dumb as escaping. Whispering something about breaking your legs and dragging you to his manor - so a pretty thing like you could never dream of escaping. He will chain you down - don't even think about getting away, pretty bird.

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w: hinted dark themes, dark romance?

Victorian AU where Reader moves to the secluded manor in the countryside as Lord Simon Riley has hired her to be a caretaker of the house. She barely sees him around, an odd yet respected man, but the cheery gardener Johnny keeps her company most of the time, walking by her side through the lawn swallowed by thick mist. 

As the winter approaches, she realizes there are no other living souls in the house than her, the Lord and Johnny. Some lies had been told and she started to doubt Simon’s true intentions of her stay here.

Something about that old manor is unsettling. Or rather, its residents.

Working on a longer piece, just need your patience. If you're interested.👉👈

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fantastic artwork that inspired this imagine by @/rusticfurnace on twt

Imagine a long haired Soap. Shoulder length brown strands, just grown out mohawk. How they tingle when he keeps his head buried in the crook of your neck, planting gentle kisses all over your shoulder. Long haired Soap who whines when you playfully pull on his hair.

Or, whenever he has more steam to blow off after the latest deployment, Johnny might even growl, like a mad dog. He won’t admit it, but it really turns him on, when you yank his hair during sex. It’s just the mixture of the slightest pain and dominance you inflict on him that sent him over the edge. 

psst, my requests are open :3

#dianthus speaks #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish #soap x reader #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap mwii #soap mw3 #soap mwiii #long haired soap au

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I don't care he's a lil psycho, I could fix him

#shane walsh #the walking dead #twd #shane walsh x reader

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Idk why but it bothers me when people are like "Xyz Character would never do that" and they're talking about a dark!fic. Like yeah. That's why it's labeled as dark!character. It's a darker version of that character. Because we know that the Canon version of that character would not do that. Also this is fiction. It is all fiction. And you are responsible for your own media consumption.

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