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sucrosette · 5 months

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For Day 16 of Carry on Countdown 23, Smoke. @carryon-countdown

Filthy Anniversary Smut. As Simon Snow and Basilton Grimm-Pitch deserve.

Rated somewhere between M and E, for being overtly smutty. It's not the most descriptive on what's happening twixt their nethers though, so your mileage may vary.

Warnings for (consensual) smoking/cigarettes, burnplay and sexual shenanigans whilst under the influence.

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It’s three in the morning. The clock ticks loudly. It’s the only sound beyond the clink of their shared wine glass whenever one of them places it back on the bedside table. Mostly Basil. This is Basil’s show and he’s shameless with it. Simon’s on fire all over again and this time it’s not even the unnatural outpouring of magick he’d been able to tap into, once upon a time.

Simon’s on his back a pillow at his spine between his wings to keep them from being squashed unnecessarily, beyond what Baz might like for him. His tail’s wrapped around Baz’s ankle, squeezing every time Baz makes another move against him. Basil, poised perfectly above him, slotted between Simon’s legs, still buried deep, not bothering to clean them up or separate between rounds.

Crowley, it’s been one hell of an anniversary. Whisked off to Paris, shown about the town, wined and dined, and now he’s pinned to their hotel bed, far nicer than the one Simon’s got in his shitty little apartment. Willingly, of course, all too willingly. He’s let Basil tie his wrists together and to the headboard, a long silk scarf the colour of his wings to make a pretty picture– just like Baz likes.

Basil’s still rocking inside of him, slow and lazy, dragging debauched moans from Simon, his Simon with every one. His throat’s gone by now, his voice raw with everything they’ve gotten up to since they’d stumbled their way back into the hotel, a little bit tipsy from after dinner drinks and lounge music, and Simon’s certain Basil’s got plans to ruin his voice even more.

It’s three in the morning, they’re in their hotel, which Simon’s pretty certain was a smoking free room, and Basil’s scrounged a cigarette from somewhere. Had he had that the whole time? Probably. Simon was too gone to tell. Baz starts dragging the tip of it over his chest, unlit, but undeniably a precursor to something more. Simon’s breath hitches when Baz shoots him a look, sends his eyelashes fluttering like some twitterpated teen girl instead of the very entwined couple they were.

Baz grips Simon’s chin and straightens his neck, taking another sip of wine, and cracks Simon’s mouth open, spitting it secondhand into his mouth. A little nearly spills, but Baz cleans it quick with his thumb, forcing that in Simon’s mouth too. Simon writhes and moans, but swallows diligently, humming when it’s all down his throat, a happy little smile playing on his lips.

“Oh, you head-empty little thing, you’re loving all of this, aren’t you?” Basil drawls above him and Simon only nods, his little smile growing. “Well, that’s good then. As you should, on our anniversary.”

Simon hums again as Baz pulls the cigarette to his lips, lighting it on his thumb and watching Simon’s eyes blow wide all over again. Tension pulls Simon’s muscles taut all over again underneath Basil. “You love that too, don’t you, Darling? Think it’s bloody hot?”

Simon nods again, even faster, earning a soft chuckle from Baz as he takes his first proper drag. “Filthy,” Baz murmurs as he settles a little deeper, hand poised with the cigarette over Simon’s abdomen. He drags his fingertips slowly up and down the center of him, the heat of the butt of it dangerously close to Simon’s skin. There’s a moment of pause between them, a fierce eye contact, an unspoken request, and Simon nods his consent all too easily.

The cigarette burns a neat circle just above his belly button and then it’s leaving his skin so Baz can take another long drag. Basil blows smoke over the burn, bending deep so he can kiss it soft, cooling it with cool lips, before pressing another perfect circle into the dip of Simon’s hips, on the left side, and then before he could even react, again on the right.

A low whine slips from Simon’s lips and Baz’s grin only cracks wider. He presses two more soft kisses to each mark before straightening again, sinking back in easy for his love, fingers tracing a small circle just below Simon’s ribs. Another unspoken question. Another quick nod from Simon, begging without words for the sadistic attention.

Baz takes another drag, blowing the smoke through his nose, and marking just where he’d marked for Simon’s approval, and then again in the middle of Simon’s chest, dead center of it. Two more kisses find their way over Simon’s aching skin between Basil’s lazy drags and lazy rocking, still taking his time while Simon’s already twisting under him, voiceless and wanting.

“One more, love, is that all you need?” Basil tone borders on teasing, his grin something wicked, made of the smoke he’s blowing. He knows better, but he’s teasing all the same.

It’s enough to make Simon throw him a glare, enough to nearly find his voice, but it cracks again on nothing. He shakes his head furiously, sending Baz a vicious pout when the vampire’s grip catches his jaw again, forcing his gaze one more time.

“Where?” is all Basil asks, and it’s entirely unfair. He can’t point where he’d like to with his hands bound like this, and his legs are useless with how they’re tangled together.

He’ll have to use his voice.

Just like Basil likes, an exasperated version of himself reminds Simon internally. Nothing he hasn’t agreed to, nothing he doesn’t like, but that urge to riot rising in Simon as his eagerness and impatience grows.

“Collar–” He manages to crack out, despite the state of him, despite the growing desperation and the glower settling on his face, but before his mood could sour properly, Basil catches his lips in a searing kiss, almost unnaturally hot.

“Fine,” Basil mutters through his smokey kiss, “Three more, then I’ll take care of us. If you’re still good to go that is?”

The hand not holding that cigarette massages at Simon’s wrists, a careful moment of tenderness, and Simon nods again as his jaw is freed. “M’good,” he mumbles out, barely audible, “M’so bloody good.”

“Alright, Darling,” Baz rumbles out, already dragging from that dangerous cigarette all over again, “That’s enough out of you for now, rest that pretty voice until I make you scream all over again.”

It’s all too easy a command to follow.

Tears start gathering in Simon’s eyes when the first burn hits him, just at the dip of his collarbone against his neck. He squints when the second hits, a mirror of the last, attempting to blink them away while Baz takes his last drag of his cigarette. The final burn presses into the hollow of his throat and Simon moans filthy even as his tears spill over properly onto his cheeks.

Basil leans up to ash the mostly dead cigarette in their mostly empty wine glass and then back down to kiss Simon’s tears away, trailing all the way down to lips to kiss him languid all over again. Their kiss tastes like poison, like smoke and ash and a hint of blood, probably Simon’s. Their kiss tastes like danger, like suffocation, like all the fire and fight they’d ever shared between them. Their kiss tastes like love, like tender velvet and soft rose petals, none of the thorns they both used to wield against each other.

Simon loves it, all of it, swallows down those kisses as greedily as Basil gives them, whining when Baz breaks their kiss to press their foreheads together.

“Ready?” Basil breathes sometime after three in the morning, barely above a whisper. Barely a nod answers him before Simon is reduced to breathlessness all over again.

#Carry On Countdown #COC 2023 #baz pitch #simon snow #snowbaz #carry on fanfiction #my writing #there were no pants from the start #Basil being in charge is my kink #author does not recommend cigarettes #author does not recommend anything like this without thorough consent conversations prior #author does think it's sexy though #won't deny that

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crypticroyals · 1 year

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I'm gonna say this in my main blog cause all my side blogs bring back to here in bio.

Anyways I apologize in advance for any real person who follows me.

Basically I constantly block all the porn bots that when I see a new person following me, and it has those funky shapes but nothing special added to it, and the blog is empty when I click it, I tend to assume it's a bot and block it too.

I'm mentioning this because I don't want anyone to think I'm blocking them without reason. If I block you, chances are I probably thought you were a bot and should change or edit your pfp.

#people have rights to block whoever #won't deny that #however im pretty chill and have yet to block someone for any reason other than #i thought they were bot

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omo321 · 2 months

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~followup to the previous doodle

Aoko volunteers to help Conan with catching Kid :] Kaito got dragged along for moral support since he's "bad at riddles". Shinichi's too bemused to consider calling him out.

#Kaito is resigned to the fact Conan's recognized him but he'll deny everything anyways #he also doesn't like Aoko being around the death god but she won't be stopped #omom #dcmk #magic kaito #detective conan #aoko nakamori #kaito kuroba #conan edogawa

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tblsomedoodles · 1 month

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The Preferable Alternative-prologue-part 2

Start - Previous (just start) - Next

And here we go! : )

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torchturtle · 2 years

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#batman is batblob so his children won't escape #it's for your protection #but also theirs #tim sounds like a squeaky toy #dick is off to climb on superman and while jason would deny he's off to see wonderwoman #steph is going to cause some trouble #also flash is gonna have to get another copy of that paper it's been obliterated #batfamily #batman #dc

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breadmecoshy · 6 months

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Kokichi in its usual manifestation

I like both the dynamics of Shuichi x Kokichi and the dynamics of Kaito x Kokichi, but with regard to Kaito and Kokichi, I can never bring myself not to think that Kokichi was REALLY afraid of Kaito, and Kaito REALLY gave him a reason to be afraid of him

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insomnya777 · 1 month

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boat boys coded

#....does this make sense #it does in my head #lovers lane. dead end.#aka double life #they know it won't lead anywhere #in the long run it will only end in pain #whether it ends in a screaming match or just one too many empty promises — it doesn't matter. it still ends either way #and that's the part that really counts #but they don't do anything about it because what is there to do? your only option is to live the story #even if you know how it ends #so they go along with it #what other choice do they have?#they fall in love and they kiss and they kill and they do it all together. they follow lovers lane all the way until the end of the road #until they can't deny it anymore #their time is up #double life is over #they're running on borrowed time - delaying the inevitable #it's a dead end #and it was always going to be #and somewhere in between they may have convinced themselves that it might be different #(it's not)#(it never is)#IS THIS ANYTHING GUYS...#maybe i'm just insane #nya talks #hermitblr #trafficblr #joel smallishbeans #boat boys #smalletho

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kenas-artstuff · 3 months

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Someone take Fitzherbert away from me

#kenapieceart #tangled #eugene fitzherbert #he jsut won a fight? maybe? i just wanted to draw his messy hair again i won't even try deny it

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abrahamvanhelsings · 14 days

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going in the joplittle tag and encountering all these people who are like 'they barely look at each other twice why is this the second-most popular terror ship on ao3' *grabs your face with both hands* look at me. listen. listen. it's not abt whether or not they actually interact in the series. it's abt the potential dynamic between their characters. it's abt the implications of them being the two people responsible for crozier and/or his alcoholism and the negative effects of it. it's about being stuck in that position tgt. it's abt the bond that creates. it's abt the dependency. it's abt the way their personalities as we see them in the series would intersect and bounce off each other perfectly. if you'd let them. in your mind. in the world of shipping canon is a vague blueprint and you can do whatever you want forever. i can show you the world if you just open your eyes

#and also it helps that liam and matthew are two of the most gorgeous men god ever put on this earth i won't deny it #but that's not what first got me into them bc when i got into them i barely even knew what they looked like.#potential dynamic drew me in first #joplittle #the terror

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jazzkrebber · 1 year

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after seeing Jesper make a key for Wylan to move in with him I'm a firm believer that Jesper would propose with a ring he made himself bc he wanted to pick it out with Wylan but he ends up liking it so much he keeps it

#can you tell I'm on a Wesper high #I have so many wesper proposal headcanons I won't deny it #I also won't regret it #shadow and bone #six of crows #grishaverse #shadow and bone season 2 #crooked kingdom #ruin and rising #siege and storm #wylan hendriks #jesper fahey #jack wolfe #kit young #wylan van eck #wesper

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leslutdepointedulac · 8 months

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Reasons why Louis de Pointe du Lac is a messy af deranged as anything dude (despite hiding behind his sad boi exterior so we don't remember his messiness):

He beat up a priest cause he was chatting shit about his dead brother

He was turned on by killing a guy during his vampire initiation

He said that he would rather kill a child than part with his money

He set his house on fire

He ate a child (Claudia) after basically starving himself for 4 years living off only animals

He stood and watched Claudia kill Lestat before dumping him in a swamp

He set Lestat on fire

He ditched Claudia for Armand despite only knowing him for 2 seconds

He set the Theatre on fire

He drained Daniel, not caring whether or not he actually died, and then just left him half dead

He denied Lestat help cause 'he got himself into this mess, he can get himself out'

He said he likes it when his victims struggle when he kills them

He didn't give a single fuck when Marius killed Arjun and said they were 'disturbing his reading'

Feel free to add more if I've missed any. I probably have.

#i love him so much #my messy deranged boy #if anything the fact that he hides his fucked up-ness behind his sad boi exterior makes him more fucked imo #cause it's like he doesn't want anyone to remember that bit of him #and is instead like 'no i'm not fucked in the head. i'm normal. i'm just a sad boi'#and i support that #he has done wrong i won't deny that #but as he should #he should be a messy bitch #i stand by everything he's ever done and will do #louis de pointe du lac #vampire chronicles #tvc #my vampire chronicles

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daisynik7 · 6 months

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hormones are crazy, because why am I now daydreaming about a minor character who has less than 1 minute of screen time throughout 6 seasons, planning our future together 😭😭😭

#I imagined being his nurse at the hospital after he got attacked by hero killer stain and then we would FALL IN LOVE #oh my god I'm delusional #tensei iida #ingenium #my hero academia #I've got something for big brothers I won't deny it 🥴#nikki's nonsense

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sukibenders · 1 month

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I get the appeal for Cregan and Jace, but I'm already nervous about how the fandom will treat Baela and her relationship with Jace as a result. Could both ships coexist? Yes, but this fandom has proven many times over that whenever a black person, specifically a black woman, is involved said ship is often overlooked or dismissed. This can be said for many of the ships in the show, which I've talked about, and Baela's treatment even outside of mentions of Cregan (I love Heleana, but it is not lost on me how some Jace/Hel shippers dismiss Baela). Like, this isn't the case for everyone, but enough for it to be very apparent. All in all, I just want the best for my girl Baela Targaryen.

#house of the dragon #hotd #baela targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #cregan stark #heleana targaryen #like idk the ship name for jace x baela but there's already one for hel and jace? hmm #and im not saying that you can't ship these characters with others but its very important to keep in mind how some #fandoms actions (whether purposely or not) often leave their black characters in the trenches (sometimes even villainizing or denying them #worth of love from said yte love interest)#hotd has this problem as can be seen with the ships (and fans) of daemyra & rhaenicent toward laena even if i ship the latter #u won't catch me ignoring how some fans treat laena so disrespectfully (and now her daughters)#keep it cute in the comments #there's a lot of antiblackness in fandom sadly 😔

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adamsrcnan · 1 year

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When it comes to Rin and Kitay's legacy in the aftermath of tbg i believe Nezha will allow people to tell whatever stories they like. I think he will let the people spin their own tales, myths, rumours about what happened so everything just remains speculation, exactly how it did with the red emperor and the trifecta.

He will allow people to say what they need, and believe what they believe, in order to bring stability to the country because thats what they died for. That's what Rin asked for. He won't deny or confirm any details of what happened, of their story. He will keep the details of their twisted and doomed friendship close to his heart and bear the punishment of their story forever being tarnished by altered version of the truth.

I like to think at the end of it all Nezha will have a secret room, his own treasure trove full of things that belonged to his friends. He would keep Rin's blade made from speerly steel, he'd have a lock of Kitay's unruly hair and documents scrawled all over in his writing, maybe he'd even stumble across Venka's bow abandoned in Arlong. He'd have a bottle of sorghum wine and 4 glasses. Every time he'd go down there he'd pour a fresh drink in each one each time and have a vigil, where for that brief moment he would allow himself to grieve and mourn and drown in the resentment of what could have been. Then he'd hide it all away tightly into his chest again and carry on playing the cards he had never asked for, but had been dealt anyway.

And then when it was time, and when he inevitably returned to that grotto he would take the knife with him that material symbol that ended it all. The thing that killed his friends, the only divinity he truly believed in, and sealed his fate, and take it with him to die too. Because if he couldn't have them in this life, then no one could have what took them away from him either.

#idk idk i'm rambling #but god i feel so much #just the thought of nezha's grief and life long torment it aches in my chest #and i just want to imagine that he's allowed this one small soft gesture #bc they loved each other goddammit and i won't have anyone or anything deny it #yin nezha #fang runin #chen kitay #sring venka #rinezha #the poppy war #rf kuang #tpw

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ride-a-dromedary · 7 months

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Again I know it's supposed to be a haha reference to the turns into a bear when he's too aroused thing, but in again refusing to brush just over the surface of this character: "I must be careful or I'll lose run of myself again. An Archdruid should show *some* restraint." comes across to me as more melancholy than perhaps intended when a. You take it into consideration that several lines imply that Halsin has issues with self control and self servitude, and presenting an "acceptable" version of himself as an outwards facing authority figure, to the point where he brushes over his own feelings, or pushes things that he wants down in the effort to reflect better what others want from him.

And b. Remember that Halsin was essentially just an apprentice when he was forcibly situationally promoted to Archdruid - he wasn't taught *how* to be an Archdruid or trained for it, or mentored; he was thrust into it because they didn't have any other choice. But they needed someone, so he stepped up. Halsin has spent the last century studying and learning things on the fly or through trial and error, and in a position of leadership like that, he is aware that every failure to uphold that mask *counts* and others *are* very much affected. How many times has he muttered that same mantra? Or heard it thrown around? An Archdruid not having control over their own magic is a big deal. Even when he is no longer Archdruid, he still grumbles it to himself. He's been at it over a century and he *still* doesn't feel like he's gotten it right. Even when he is in a place of progression, of trying to gain hold of himself again, those wisps of failure and self doubt still creep into everything. And that's sad to me.

#BG3 Musing #Halsin Posting #haha funny line in response to saucy line that man is about to go feral ooh se- HEY TRAUMA #it's like a med student being promoted to the head of emergency #or an admin assistant suddenly being put in a ceo role #like i know it's a meme scene!! but halsin sounds *humilated* when he accidentally wildshapes during his romance scene #he sounds flustered and embarrassed and is so quickly launching off excuses with a tone that indicates *he thinks it's over*#like he fucked up he fucked this up just when he was *starting* to come into himself again and it never stops #i keep thinking of that one lyric from big thief 'i can't find surrender/and i can't keep control'#and again i'm reading too deep into it but halsin's struggle with failure really is embedded here you just have to...like listen to him #Even when he *says* that there's little point in denying oneself #he does it literally all the time - he did it for a *century*#and i'm not saying he doesn't have fun or not enjoy things but he cuts himself off so early at the root #or buries himself so thoroughly in a self indulgence until it wrecks him and neither of these things are healthy #note that he says as long as others aren't affected - he doesn't say as long as i'm not affecting *myself*#anyway i'm unwell #maybe i was never meant to be archdruid - you weren't! you were meant to protect nature's spirit and roam with the wilds #and yet he still did the best he could and people *admire* him and followed him but he may never come to see it that way #you ruined a perfectly good wood elf - look it's got trauma and anxiety (and larian turned him into a meme and i won't forgive them)

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vinylattes · 10 months

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WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS (2019) | 5.03 (Pride Parade)

#what we do in the shadows spoilers #wwdits s5 spoilers #wwditsedit #nandor the relentless #*pride parade (05x03)#dakotasvibe #userligaya #so i won't definitely endorse screenrecording for giffing #but it's ok if you don't have any access to 1080ps #i'll remake this later tho #theshadowsfx if you're seeing this what have you done to me #i'm not including the context bc i'm going insane already #actually thought he's gonna deny and repress again #oh jealous nandor you will always be famous

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