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[ghulmayhem]

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requests are open! [ 18/07/2026 ]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗  Usually posting on weekends!

© ghulmayhem 2026 | do not repost any of my works; reblogging and liking my posts is very welcomed

[ghulmayhem]

LAZY MORNING WITH POPE

Lazy mornings with Pope include cuddling tangled within the bedsheets. Your head resting over his chest or him spooning you from behind. Single rays of sun slip through the old blinds, making your bedroom pleasantly warmer. You drift in and out of sleep, shifting position slightly, drool gathering in the corner of your mouth.

So when Pope tries to finally leave the bed, gently pulling your hands off him, you pout and cling to him even tighter. He sighed and started rubbing your back, shaking you gently to wake you up.

— Baby, I have some things to do today, you know?

— Work? — You murmured, one cheek smushed against his ribcage and an arm swung over his tummy. 

— Yeah.

— Just a little longer, pleaseee. I missed you. 

A little emotional blackmail always made him softer, more willing to give in to your pleas. He knew the last job lasted longer than it was supposed to and Pope hated neglecting his baby in any way, shape or form. 

— Sweetheart, I really sh–

As he makes another effort to break free from your grasp, you take matters into your own hands. Suddenly you’re straddling his hips, before slowly laying back down (this time on top of Pope), your soft breasts squeezed between your chests. 

You nuzzled your face into the side of his neck, Pope’s scent filling your nostrils, his warmth engulfing everything. He wrapped his bulky arms around you, holding you close. 

Pope sighed loudly, but you could tell his lips twisted in a silly smirk – he loved you on top of him either like this or whether you sat in his lap. He found your weight grounding, calming. It kept reminding him it was all real. You were real.

And you always knew how to make Andrew succumb to the simple act of domestic coziness.

divider by: @/saradika-graphics

[ghulmayhem]

Thinking about being in an age gap relationship with Jack or Michael (or both) and their approach regarding PDA with their younger significant other. 

I can see Robby keeping you as a secret in the company of his peers (never revealing too much details), worrying about being perceived as old, gross and perverted. Because how could a middle aged guy like him snatch such a pretty girl like you? 

On the other hand, if you’re thinking about a mean and cocky version of Robby, he would absolutely parade you around, chest swelling with pride – his beautiful girl that only he gets to touch. 

While Jack gives absolutely zero fucks if anyone from his job finds out, he’s dating much younger woman. Because why would he? Everybody in the pitt knows he's a handsome, charismatic guy, so Jack finding a much younger girlfriend that clings to him and stares at his salt and pepper curls with doe eyes all the time was just a matter of time.

divider by: @/saradika-graphics

[bayzed2024]

[ghulmayhem]

I'm silently working on a fic with Victor, but I also need to practise writing after hiatus, that's why you may also see me posting about Shawn Hatosy's characters (he's my hyperfixation as of late). ◡̈

[ghulmayhem]

BEEFED UP POPE CODY FUCKS YOU IN A CHOKEHOLD

synopsis: Your boyfriend is really really pent up after a fight and needs a little stress relief. Would you help him out? :(

cw: blurb, nsfw (dirty talk, manhandling, unprotected p in v, creampie, prone position, asphyxiation by pope’s fat ass, he has you in a chokehold, but do not actually choke), s4 beefed up pope, smurf mentioned ONCE

You sunk into the soft cushion of the sunbed, one of many splayed across the backyard at the Cody's. Yet, you were not in fact sunbathing, but quietly admiring the naked back of your stupidly handsome boyfriend. Slightly tanned skin, peppered with irregular freckles, glistering under California's scorching sun – the toned muscles of Pope’s body shifted under his skin as he worked hard in the garden. 

You chewed onto your lower lip, getting all worked up just from the sight of him. 

Since Pope had taken another “side gig”, he had gained some healthy weight and muscle mass. Despite still being rough on the edges, having some unfinished business with Smurf, you found Pope even more pleasant to cling to. With your presence nearby, he instantly turns softer, gentler, more aware of his physical strength.

Your Andrew. 

And you’d be more than happy to massage his tensed shoulders after a long, stressful day then place a warm meal before him. Sitting in Pope’s lap as he ate, listening to the nature documentaries playing in the background. 

Pope had returned home after another fight covered in red scratches and bruises. The scent of his sweat still lingering in the air as he stepped into your shared bedroom. No cologne, but simply the smell of his deodorant and musk. 

Normally, you would tend to his injuries first, kiss his bloody knuckles clean, before hopping together in the shower. But something about your boyfriend felt different. Eyes darkening, looking at you like a piece of cake. Only then did you notice the bulging tent in Pope’s sweats. 

Oh. 

Before you could even register what was happening, he was all over you. Muscular chest crushing your breasts, lips hungrily chasing yours, tongue invading mouth, his body firmly guiding yours toward the messy bed. Sometime along the way, your clothes were discarded and forgotten onto the floor.

Pope gently nudged you forward and you crawled onto the mattress. A pair of his strong hands grabbed onto your hips firmly and pulled you underneath him. You barely managed to squeal in surprise as he was already pushing the swollen head of his cock between your legs, precum dribbling onto the back of your thighs. 

— Aw, fuck! — You mewled, chewing on your lower lip as Pope sank into your tight pussy in one, excruciatingly long thrust. 

Shit, he always made you feel that funny tingling in your lower stomach, feet curling as he just slid his fat lenght in. No matter how many times you two had sex before, every time was deliciously driving you delirious. 

He was already panting, right next to your temple – his warm breath tickling your cheek. One, thick arm wrapped around your neck, holding you close, where he needed you. His tummy fit like a puzzle into the small curve of your lower back as Pope began to thrust into you. Toned thighs on both sides of your legs, the swell of his cock sliding through your gummy walls, rubbing all the right places. 

— Andy~ — You whined softly. Hips tilting and arching slightly changing the angle just how you liked it. — My Andy.

You loved everything about your boyfriend – especially when every roll of his hips was igniting a flame deep within you, that was slowly blinding your vision with stars.

One of Pope’s many secrets would be that he deeply cherished his girlfriend’s affection and endless praises for how strong and manly he was. It would drive Pope even more crazy, that he had such a pretty thing like you all for himself. 

As the pleasure grew and grew, his skin sticking to your spine, you allowed yourself to slowly drift into that sweet oblivion, cheeks sinking into the meat of his arm that has been wrapped just under your chin. Soft moans echoed through the room, the veiny underside of his cock dragging along your throbbing walls.

— ‘m sorry, baby. Needed you badly. — Pope murmured, breath hitching, as you clenched onto the sensitive head of his cock. 

You knew he preferred taking his sweet time and the fun of prolonged, overstimulating foreplay, making sure you’re wet and aroused enough to take him without discomfort he had a big dick. 

But to be honest? You began to like it, when he carelessly just pushed his cock inside of you, releasing all of the pent up energy he had through the day. You were more than happy to help your boyfriend with all the stress his family has caused. 

And if this was a remedey? Fuck, you'll need another dose.

— Did you win?

— O-Of course I did. – His thrusts became sloppy, the rhythm long abandoned. Pope nuzzled the side of your head, most of his body weight resting on top of you. He rubbed against you, hoping that your scent, your perfumes, will stick to him. So he can feel your presence throughout the next day. 

— 'm proud, Andy~ 

You said on an exhale, most air escaping from your lungs as his heavy mass, grinded you into the mattress below. 

— Fuck, I– I’m gonna–

— ‘s okay, Andy. You can come inside.

His sweet, precious angel. 

There were days when Pope still couldn’t believe that you were real, that he was so blessed to have such a good girlfriend. That he deserved someone like you – taking care of him in every way. Even now, as you lay splayed out beneath him, asking him to fill you up.

It didn't take much more for Pope and after a couple more, frantic rolls of his hips, he reached his peak. His whole body tensed, mouth parted and he moaned. His warm seed flooded your pussy as you peppered his elbow that was tucked under your chin with kisses.

— Love you so much, baby. — Pope tilted his head as he kissed the skin between your eyebrow and an upper eyelid.

— Love you too, Andy.

[abbotism]

pope cody either makes me really sad or really horny

[ghulmayhem]

Currently on season 5, I don't like were things are going for Pope.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WOKE UP, HIS MOTHER'S ASHES SMEARED OVER HIM??? Pope is sad and spiralling :(((

And fuck u Janine Cody u old hag

[avery-zyphr]

I dont know whats wrong with me but I know dr gideon would make it worse

[nostalgiaclown]

just a bunch of misc screenshots of rhodes hill i like the little details like this

[ghulmayhem]

Oh no, has Victor hype died out? Where are you at horny, deranged ghuls

[ghulmayhem]

Pervy!Uncle!Victor Gideon

cw: fauxcest/pseudocest?, dead dove: do not eat (noncon, drugging, somnophilia?), this is disgusting i’m sorry

Pervy Uncle!Victor, but he’s not an actual blood relative, more like your parents’ colleague or ‘friend’ of many, many years. He’s got to meet you in your teenage years and as you grew into a young, adult woman his gross obsession intensified. 

Pervy Uncle!Victor who would always find a way to have his hand on you, somehow. Over your shoulders, moving you aside by your waist, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear or playfully taping your thigh as you sat beside him on the couch. 

Pervy Uncle!Victor who notices how uncomfortable you get, when he’s near, especially when it’s only the two of you in the room. His presence looming and suffocating, him standing too closely to your liking. But him offering to drive you somewhere was even worse – Victor’s thick, ringed fingers sliding up and down your exposed flesh (of course your skirt had to roll upwards!) during the ride or his knuckles 'accidentally’ brushing over the swell of your breasts after he insisted on helping you put the seatbelt on. 

He hated how you talked back to him. You were so mean to him, always half-yelling that he’s gross and you’ll tell your parents. Tsk, silly. Nobody would even believe you. His reputation is pristine, an outstanding and devoted doctor of local community.

Pervy Uncle!Victor who would ‘get lost’ late at night during the house party your parents hosted, just to end up in your room. His presence would startle you awake from the sweet sleep as you grew rigid and almost yelled at him to get out. To your surprise, he actually did. 

But it wasn't long after, when he shared his concerns with your parents, about your well being and mental health. He prescribed you a new, more efficient medication for anxiety and a mix of supplements. You started taking the meds as you thought they were prescribed by the family doctor, not your creepy, touchy uncle!

Pervy Uncle!Victor would sneak into your room late at night, while everyone was soundly sleeping. Your mattress dipping under his heavy weight, as he spread open your thighs. At some point you had to wake, some incoherent mewls leaving your parted lips and your eyes barely opening up, limbs scattered between the sheets, numb and heavy.

Though you felt everything he did to you – slowly, almost playfully, he removed your sleeping shorts and panties in one go, then placed each thigh over his hips. His thick digits toying with your pussy, tapping and rubbing. Circling and slapping the swollen nub, until you were softly sobbing for your uncle to stop. :((

Pervy Uncle!Victor couldn’t get off the smell of your slick as it coated his fingers – the excessive amount coating your cunt thanks to new medication the good doctor prescribed! Uncle Victor would stretch you out with his skilled fingers, while his disgusting mouth sucked on your poor, overly sensitive nipples that poked through your little shirt.

He would abuse his ‘niece’ until she became an incoherent, babbling mess underneath him, drifting off to sleep from time to time, only to wake up to a rippling orgasm rushing through her. 

Pervy Uncle!Victor who would create a new routine by night, just to kiss his precious girl goodnight and feed her his fat cock either in her needy pussy or that bratty mouth. Uncle Victor will make you a good, obedient girl, eventually.

a/n: Slowly coming back from hiatus. Feel free to send me something! ✉︎

[ghulmayhem]

I can finally say that I'm officially a MRS. ENGINEER ARCHITECT

Finally, Dobby is free 🥹

[boramriel]

Exploring after hours

[ghulmayhem]

victor gideon is either:

a) a complete loser, who wasted Connections's resources for over 20 years, wasn't even noticed by Spencer or superior’s back at Umbrella

b) or he's a mastermind and genius, pure bred evil scientist who knows things and had plan all along

there is nothing in between

[ghulmayhem]

not sleeping for two days just to finish final project is crazy. i feel like gummy with tummy ache. don't do that. go to sleep. just diploma defense and exam and dobby will be freee, back to writing fanfics.

[ghulmayhem]

hear me out, but victor as a cult leader and you as his precious lamb to corrupt and he's super creepy and pervy

(yes, i saw THAT tiktok edit comparing him to pius from colonia 2015)

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