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beast simon preparing you for days so you can take in his knot. he clicks his tongue when you get whiny and desperate, and grabs you by your jaw because you’re not being obedient; because you insist that you can take all of him already when he can barely fit four of his fingers in you. you always end up squirming, legs shutting close as you cum, splintered moans scratching from your ragged throat. but you’re too overstimulated already, so wrung dry, and you feel like your cunt’s been stretched out enough. you say this to simon and all he does is pull your face close to his, his gaze intense, before grunting out, “next time i hear y’whine, my knot’s goin’ down y’r throat instead.” that shouldn’t have made you wetter than you are already—
#ive been awake for 28 hrs i can taste colours now i think so pls forgibe me for this#not wolf knot only brw !! thinking about demons witn knots. thinking about abyss creatues with knots#heavy on the demon simon hhhhdjdnnn#hes a high ranki ng general like baal or smthn#who got attached to a human or smthn#sun rambles#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley smut#afab reader
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god the way hes standing there like a good boy??? i genuinely cant move on like my stomach is fluttering every time i see the picture [insert mrs puff being thrown into a padded room]
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havent quite managed to move on from this yet like. neil pls
#the uhm the hair yea and the uh the arm but alos but also the uh the throat comm the#throa t comm#im about to pass out#holy fuck hes so hes sso#sun rambles#neil ellice#johnny soap mactavish
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oh my goddd
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That one price and gaz thing you did…… I need to kiss gaz on prices cock RIGHT NOW
hhshshshs <333
no ok bc i read this as you saying you wanted to kiss gaz while he's riding price (muffled grunts turn erratic at the switch of their positions. kyle's breath stutters, his words petering into a warbled moan, and he tilts his head to the side to meet your gaze. he looks feverish. addicted. god, kyle is so beautiful. you crawl towards them, a plea dripping from your mouth, and it has john chuckling even as he gives you space. you slot yourself to their sides, pressing close. it's kyle who finally kisses you.)
n then backpedalled n thought that maybe you meant you wanted to kiss gaz while you're riding price (he’s hitting so deep, surely making a mess out of you. you dig your blunt nails on john’s back, holding on for tether, but he manhandles your body on his cock with smooth ease, it makes you hiccup. a tap on your mouth has you blinking your eyes open and you turn, tipping your head to the cushion. kyle greets you with his lips, their softness slotting against yours.)
n then bonked my head n thought that maybe what you really meant was that you wanna kiss gaz while the two of you are giving price head (your lips are sliding along his pulsing length, tracing the webbing veins, until your lips meet kyle's by the tip of john's cock. wet mouths sloppily glide against each other, and you two only remember to give half-hearted licks on price's weeping tip whenever you two feel a sharp tug on your hair—a warning from daddy to not forget about him.)
so now im passed out on a ditch
#anon#ask#speedily wrote this bc i had to get it out of my system otherwise i’ll burst#john price x reader#kyle gaz x reader#price x gaz#suns#cod x reader#cod smut
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no hate idk maybe change ur name if ur not gonna write abt toji anymore? im seeing a lot of ghost now and less of toji whenever i get ur notis
?? i still like my user even though im no longer writing for jjk/toji anymore so im not planning on changing it any time soon. for what its worth tojis still my favourite character so uh. hope thats good enough of a reason
#anon#ask#me staring at my toji figurine: anon didnt mean that love :(( i’ll still choose u#and just. the hassle of updating all of my masterlist bc ive changed my user isnt something i wanna entertain tbh
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OOOO I THINK IM V LATE BUT NEW THEME I LIKE I LIKE I LIKE!!!!! also ^3^ mwah oki bye sunsun *runs away*
hi sweetheart!! i havent replied to ur other mssges yet but i will soon i promise 😭
and thank u so much teehee <33 i reread tamen de gushi a while back and was inspired so im glad it turned out well!!! (keeping pingu pfps tho bc bro still gives me joy)
mwah mwah mwah!! take care my love and see u in ur other asks 🫶🏼
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Hi! Will you ever write for jjk characters anymore? Or has the hyperfixation passed?
babe i think it has passed :(
(well not rlly bc im still devouring every fic but every time i write for toji, i see it for ghost n then i start writing for ghost instead ☹️)
im so sorry my love. ive been tryna revive the interest so hard but i always slip up
#anon#ask#i have about 52 drafts of all toji wips but they never turn out well and i feel suckt#im sorry. sm of u followed me for toji/jjk content and im no longer writing for them and im just. im rlly rlly sorry
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biker!dad!Ghost
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do yall know about the kung fu panda show and how mr ping called li shan his baby daddy or am i tripping rn
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hows this literally so ghost coded. genuinely how he leashes his desires
#sun rambles#simon ghost riley x reader#god i love MIW so much#i need a whole fic of ghost holding back but his mind is so full of turmoil to the point that we as#readers cant even begin to realize where reality ends and where his fantasizing starts#need a whole fic of simon swelling with unquenchable desire
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thank you so so much 🥹!! you are the sweetest teehee <33
i had fun writing this piece and just overall playing around with the concept of dracula/vampire sire simon so im glad that you liked it too!!!
i unfortunately do not have similar simon fics like this but i hope u liked some of my brainworms :’>
dunno where this came from bc i honestly just wanted a short ramble and not smthn long but here we are :'D this is an extension from my rambling yesterday about simon x reader but it's a dowry of blood au (brides of dracula retelling). i havent finished the book yet tbh but if ur planning on reading it, i do just wanna give a warning that it's dark and prose-heavy
cw: death/massacre; blood drinking; vampire-turning and stuff; inaccurate references to dracula lore
the village is gone. burnt. fire crackles amidst the broken hymns of the dead—they don't sing, not anymore of course, but their losses are catastrophic. you never realized how the apocalypse could be so loud.
you stand at the centre of the chaos, bloodied. bruised. ruined. the lone survivor.
the only one who was lucky enough to be saved.
brought out from the pyre, you were dragged into the shadowed corners and hidden from the pillagers who slaughtered everyone you loved and everyone you knew. you shook in your grief, screams erupting from the base of your throat, but all were silenced by an ice-cold palm over your mouth.
"shh, little one," he said. the first of his words; the first of his kindness. "you must be quiet."
your fury sputtered into anguish, the loss descending to you like the first drop of snow. tears spring from your strained eyes, staining even his hand; you did not know how to compress the bloating agony that was pressing into your lungs. your only comfort was that he seemed to favour you enough to keep you safe, even if just for a moment.
rain had fallen by then—it seemed like it knew that tragedy had struck this little place. it extinguished enough of the fire, washing away the smell of ashes and leaving only the pungence of iron. blood.
with it, your adrenaline wore off, and you began to feel the extent of your pain. of course, you were not unscathed, but you didn’t expect your body to be so brittle.
you fell, tumbling into the muddy ground and right before his feet. you croaked in pain, lungs constricting. it was becoming a lot more difficult to breathe, to speak. you wondered why death came to you slowly.
he knelt down by your side, cold hand brushing away at your dirty hair. he was speaking to you softly, words passing through his lips in soft lilts. you struggled to hear him, your ears ringing, numb, as your mind pulsed in your skull.
you groaned, begging him to stop. to go away. you had nothing to pay him back with, nothing to entertain him, so you told him just as much. you told him to let you die in silence because how else could he save you?
“that is troubling,” was all he said, his words were rumbled from the depths of his chest like he hadn't used his voice in eons.
you peeled your eyes open, wondering what it must be that he was after, then you finally saw what he was—pale skin gleaming underneath the moonlight with eyes dark like wine. he was not a human. he couldn’t have been one.
your mother told you tales of the wicked. of those cursed and abandoned by the almighty father—she told you of their beauty, of their wealth, of their hunger.
(they do not know how to love, she said as she tucked you underneath your sheets. they only know how to deceive.)
your body locked, heart congested with fear—your body knew then, didn’t it? that this being that held you close was far more terrifying than the invaders. that your body survived the fire, the greed of humanity, only to be devoured by the devil.
“please,” you whimpered, the will to live burning inside you once again. you didn’t care about the pillagers, you didn’t want their mercy, but this being. this creature of the dark, oh how you craved his clemency.
“please, save me.”
“i cannot save you,” he said.
his hand fell to your throat, grasping it gently, almost reverently. he swiped his thumb along the expanse of your skin to feel the way you swallowed.
“but i can help.”
you tried to reply, to beg once more, but the words could not be sounded out, your throat having been too ruined for any prayer. you shook with your desperation, turning your eyes to him to express your ragged hope. you prayed that he may see your plea. you prayed that he may bless you with his curse.
he smiled, fangs glinting before your eyes. then, he murmured, “of course.”
(mama? how do you know when your prayers are answered?
well, sometimes it starts off painful.
painful?
yes, little star. but then, it becomes euphoric. freeing. good suffering.)
his teeth tore into your skin, ripping apart the muscles as it hunted for the blood. you screamed, throat scratching at the intensity of your pain; it was unbearable, burning unlike that of fire, scalding as it slithered down your very being. something was happening then. something unholy.
you were being remade. reshaped. taken apart one bloodied fragment at a time.
you felt like you were at the precipice of death, so close to the edge and into eternal damnation, but he would not let you. chained to his hunger, your body writhed underneath the extent of his power; burning. burning. burning.
he was your new pyre.
he was hell.
you begged for anything to subdue the pain; for a touch kinder, warmer; for the ceasing of it all.
and it did.
his lips left the sensitive patch of your neck, pulling away with a hummed smile as though it were ambrosia he was sucking out of you. you stared at his lips, stained with your blood, and, within a fraction of a heartbeat, unrelenting hunger coursed through you.
you yowled, your mind heavy and your body sore. you felt lost; you felt like you were drained and left as nothing but a shell of what you once were.
“good. that’s good,” he crooned, his eyes wrinkled in his joy. “this hunger is proof of your new life.”
he brought his wrist to his lips and bit into his own skin. the first puncture oozed out with blood; you watched it pool, beading, before it trickled down the length of his arm. your throat constricted, tongue heavy all of a sudden in your mouth.
a taste. you craved for a taste.
he smiled as he pressed his wrist to your lips. “go on,” he murmured. “drink.”
you were delirious, or you must be, for you to have listened to him—your weak hands grasped at his wounded arm, pulling it closer to your maw.
you drank.
that experience of having the first drop on your tongue was indescribable. it was like you have never eaten before; like you have never been fed. never been nourished.
it was like anything that sustained you before had been erased from your memories; you don’t remember the taste of your mother’s cooking anymore, nor the sweets that your grandmother brought home with her for you on occasions when her mistress remembered to reward her, nor the milk from your father’s cows.
every sweet memory was washed away by the blood pouring down your throat; every gulp a sinister promise of what would be irreversible.
your body sang, skin mending itself, and bones healing underneath torn muscles. numbness filtered in—it had never felt like salvation before.
lost in your new paradise, you didn't notice as your saviour cupped your cheek once more. his touch was gentle. it was kind.
he leant forward and kissed your forehead—a reward for surviving.
“my name’s simon,” he whispered, nuzzling you. “and you will be my bride, won’t you, my dark miracle?”
your mouth left his arm, reluctant but necessary, because even before he said his name, you knew he was your master. you knew that in exchange for this new life he’s cursed you with, you were to be obedient to him no matter what.
you nodded, breathless and ragged.
“yes, my lord.”
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OLI AND IV WITH THE OLD MASKS??!?!?1!?1!1!
(@cokainecharlie - twt)
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holy shit i suck at driving 😭
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hhnngrf i know it's been done before already but thinking about pornstar!reader today :(
you had always been faking your moans while shooting but on the day that you were filming with pornstar!simon, the director had to stop the shoot because you just, well, you sounded different.
you don't sound the way you always do—whining, mewling, your moans reverberating from the base of your throat. you used to even croon, stuttered words slipping from your kiss-swollen lips as you sang how good everything felt.
instead all they heard from you today were the quiet rasps of your gasps, hitched breaths, and warbled whimpers that barely got picked up by the mic.
were you sick? did you need to take a break?
of course not.
you haven't felt so good in a while now, if not for ghost. his cock was big, if not short, but it filled you up so well that it rendered you speechless. he was hitting everything, stroking everywhere. ghost was the first to hold you down and fuck you deeply; the first to stuff all of his cock and make you feel every stretch, every thrust. pleasure hummed underneath your skin, spasming along your synapses until your brain was fried in your delirium.
others were able to coax your orgasm with their fingers or their tongues, sure, but ghost had been the first in a while to make you cum just with his cock.
"christ," his voice rumbles somewhere behind you. you startle, whirling to look up at him—his eyes are dark, his lips tugged up in the faintest of smiles.
he pushes your hair away from your sweaty face.
"i knew you doctored y'r voice but who knew that you sound completely different when pleasured, huh?"
he's mocking you, you know, but your eyes stray past his gaze and flit towards his groin, your throat constricting at the sinful image his cock makes underneath a skimpy towel.
god, you want more.
"aren't you just an open book?" ghost trills, giddy. you glance at him again, brows furrowed in your confusion.
he chuckles and bends forward just enough to hover his lips above your ear. then, he whispers, "meet me in my trailer in ten. i need to know what else you've been fakin'."
he kisses your cheek goodbye, leaving you to feel warmth flood into your cheeks and raze through the plane of your spine.
fuck.
#im an academic victim rn so heres something quick so i can de-stress before i have to dive back into whatever i need to learn come monday :#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley smut#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley#suns
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wdym i have to synthesize 147 pages before monday !!
#sun rambles#its not much tbh but dear god the prep work in studying - cuz its an online exam - has me wilting#also im on my third cup of foccee today les goooo#fuck i meant coffee
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I LOVE MY MON I LOVE MOM I LOEV MY MONS I LOVE MY MOM
ive been complaining to her for dayssss about this shit ass ass tasting medicine ok and I come home. to find. THREE BIG ASS BOXES OF A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT KIND OF IRON pills oh my goodness. but the thing says for 'perfect for pregnancies' or something idk so I was like, are u sure it's not gonna get me pregnant or something as a joke. she got mad and left. NO MORE SHIT CHCOCLATE FLAVPUR 1
OMG AWW THATS SO SWEET 🥹🫶🏼
HELP NOT YOU JOKING ABOUT THE PREGNANCY AND HER WALKING OUT 😭 she said shes had enough of your sillies ajdkekdkekfj
but thats so so sweet :(( thank god u dont have to suffer through the chocolate flavour anymore!!
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