An indie fandomless spicy sideblog for OC, King Crown Prince Duke Alastair McLeod, as written by Lettie;; 25+ ;; Personals & Minors DNI please. A work in progress. Founded 2024, Moved Jan 2025. Low to Medium Activity, Queue Run. Main blog: @rexheroum
An exploration in: being second choice, “the spare prince”, retelling history, recreating the narrative, the hero’s journey, finding one’s true home, adoptive family, being haunted by ‘what ifs’, personal judgment day, sins, near fatal flirtations, creating one’s own happily ever after, royal duties versus one’s heart, following one’s head and one’s heart, living in the shadows, personal loss, depression described in poetry, lyrical longings and heartbreaking letdowns. A study in a man plagued by ghosts of his past and the weight of the crown
Blogroll: [includes Alastair’s family in other verses, and is his previous home! Find more memes here as well] & Alastair’s home, @rexheroum
Please see my other blogs , @rexheroum for rules & verses 💘
An indie multi-fandom multi muse, as written by Lettie;; 27+ ;; Personals & Minors DNI please. A work in progress. Founded 2024, Moved Jan 2025, Moved July 2025. Low to Medium Activity, Queue Run
“For Justice!” “For Liberty!” “And For Love!”
[Muse List] [MAIN MUSE LIST ] [Verse Tag] <— WIP
An exploration in: princely duties, godhood, saving the loved ones, being charming, trauma, and more.
A study of men who have gotten in over their heads and have strong women backing them.
Sibling blog to: @potensreginae
Formerly found: @imnotdeadfoggy & @rexheroum & another blog I’m forgetting the old url of rn.
Rules Below The Read More:
No one under 18/a minor or personals please
I don’t own any of the canon characters or the face/voice claims.
NSFW will be present at times. It’s not my focus though, much as I love a steamy ship.
NSFW (spicy or otherwise) with muns 21+ please, I’m 28 (as of June 2024) so younger than that just feels…awkward for me.
Runs on a queue for both replies and ooc posts.
The best way to interact with me is via memes or tossing me random starters :)
ALL of my muses are somehow under the LGBTQ+ umbrella.
No bigotry of any kind allowed.
Please no cisbent/genderbent characters. It makes me uncomfortable, no offense to anyone. However, trans/non-binary takes on characters are welcomed.
I apologize, but I’m mobile ridden so I cannot cut posts.
Semi-selective, basically open to anyone but with a preference for mutuals.
I am not your therapist, please do not use me as such unless we’ve bonded ooc prior.
I’ve been RPing for 15+ years now, on various platforms, so I’d like to think I’m an RP veteran regardless of my skill level.
No elitism and/or drama or anything akin to those things please. I avoid and ignore most callout type things. I will ignore them unless they are related to very serious issues such as abuse. TBH I’m a really sensitive person, and even seeing others hating on each other bothers me. So keep me out of drama/callouts please.
Please reblog aesthetics and memes from the source, unless you cannot find it. Thank you! I will block upon repeated meme/aesthetic reblogging from me.
Please do not like my starters unless you’re saving them with the intention of replying.
If you do not wish to RP with me, please hard block me.
Menheroesgods Main Muse List:
Captain Steven Grant Rogers — Chris Evans, 20s-30s — Bisexual, male leaning (out of exposure during the war) — Marvel, Canon Divergent
King Philip II of Hamina — Sebastian Stan, 20s-40s — Bisexual, female leaning — Medieval Fiction
Keife Clarke — Lewis Tan, 20s-40s — Bisexual, femme leaning — OC — Baker/Superhero, Any Era
Henri Joseph Dumas — Guy Remmers, 20s-30s — Bisexual, femme leaning — Marvel Super Soldier / Howling Commando OC
King Henry VIII Tudor — Ruairi O’Connor, 20s-40s — Heteroflexible (a hole is a hole) — Historical Take — King of England & Ireland — Modern Verses Available
we’re just two friends goofing around and i’m sitting on your lap and you smack my ass as a joke, but i kind of get turned on ?? i laughingly tell you to stop but you do it again and again and now i’m laying across your thighs, underwear a mess and moans dribbling from my lips.
sex that’s both rough and gentle, pls and thank… entwining fingers while the other hand holds their partner’s head down. kisses on the forehead while their partner is crying, too overstimulated to think. soft praises whispered into their partner’s ear while they’re pounding into them so roughly its shaking the bed.
“Thank you, Queen Kathryn,” the Crown Prince said, smiling genuinely at one of the women who’d attempted to replace his mother, the ultimate usurper. He was remarkable — he had the lovely coloring of his Boleyn mother, sans his father’s fiery red hair and decent height. He actually stood taller than his father, but hunched his back near the king for Henry’s ego.
His beloved step-mother was a child to him, even if they were actually very close because of his mother rejecting his father for at least six years. He was their second born, but the first boy to live. “I care not for dancing with maidens of the court. Too many are of a higher standard than I wish to wed,” he jested about the second part. “No, I just prefer the company of family,” he shrugged during their dancing.
She had never seen herself as a replacement for Anne Boleyn. She had seen the former Queen once, remembered her as a magnificent, elegant creature who's memory now frightened her a little.
"What do you mean by that? Will you be as chaste as our Mary?" It was a little cruel. But then again Mary had been the hardest to win over of her step-children, the young Queen was not cruel by nature but she was frustrated. If only she could be as easily won as dear, sweet Alistair.
The two were close in age, for Kathryn had been born in 1524, while Alastair had been born in 1526 when Henry first was seduced by Anne Boleyn, making them two years apart. His illegitimacy, in truth, made him have to be hidden with the Brandon family until Henry could marry Anne Boleyn in 1533, when Alastair was seven years old and already a small, proper prince and good with a slingshot and his languages.
”Oh, no, no. I enjoy the company of women too much to deny myself marriage someday, and wish to be a father as well eventually,” he confessed to his step-mother, his friend. He disliked how Mary spread rumors about Kathryn, but could not stop her or even bring up a queen aside from her mother around Mary if he wished to stay in her good graces.
”Legitimate” son, heir, and Crown Prince — not to forget Prince of Wales. Prince Alastair was a catch, and it was obvious to most of the court elders that looked at him. Raised by his aunt, Mary, and uncle, Charles Brandon, he’d learned how to navigate court by a young age and now was its male star….after his father of course. King Henry and the old queen, Queen Catherine, and his late mother, Queen Anne, had ushered in a Renaissance in England, or at least in their court.
Alastair had seen his father go through many wives at this point, seeking more male heirs in case Alastair didn’t outlive his immortal seeming father. He worried for Kathryn, as she flirted with courtiers when bored and his father wasn’t present. He didn’t blame her at all, having already lain with a few lower class women to get experience for his future wife. Little did he know he’d be king in the span of a mere, tragic, three years in late January of 1547.
“I must warn you, word of your flirtations with Culpepper have reached my father. I told him I heard nothing of it, but be careful. You’re my step-mother and friend, so I’d like you to keep your head even if my father has no sons by you,” he warned honestly and in a soft tone. “He enjoys my stories of flirtations and …more…but does not with his wives,” he added in a soft tone once more.
“Woah - hey, you’re not paying me to fuck you." Ruby answered, cutting the other off before they could finish the sentence. She thought it was a joke anyways, so she just chuckled. "You already paid me to spend the entire day with your family – who are way less awful than you promised me they would be. Is that not enough?” She noticed the money they put on the counter and the redhead took the bills from there quietly.
“It’s partially for condoms. Also, are you implying you want holiday sex? With me?” Alastair needed to confirm, feeling his c^ck twitch at the idea alone, as Ruby was gorgeous in his eyes. He did notice her take the money, but didn’t really give a fuck. He wasn’t going to tell anyone she’d prostituted herself to him essentially, or that he’d been a john, but that was for him to know.
”Wait are you on birth control? Since then I feel safe just pulling out at the end,” Alastair offered Ruby, blushing in the dark light of his childhood bedroom. Gods, the idea of finishing in her was tempting too, but he didn’t want to push it or risk anything.
based on this plot | y/m doesn't have to be bf (yet) or anything, doesn't have to be 2 muses, can be any other criminal thingy. gimme all the filth and angst ty <3
"Of course I stayed awake, I had to make sure you returned home safely." Abigail was mumbling while patching up the other in her pink, silky pajamas. Her wet cloth was running along the other's side and stomach, a pitiful sigh leaving her lips as her eyes trailed back up to their face. "Are you okay, babe?"
“Why do you call me babe when all we do is f—k? That’s a ‘boyfriend label’ in your book,” Alastair asked suddenly, stopping Abigail from continuing to tend to his wound until she answered him. His emerald eyed gaze was intense on her, awaiting her answer.
“Fuck it, I’ll pull it out of you. Also, yes, I’m okay physically,” Alastair answered, spinning their positions so Abigail was on her dresser and he was kneeling between her legs. “I’m going to eat you out, and you’re going to answer my question or no orgasm,” he informed her.
Before going to do his pleasure of a task, Alastair sighed. “I won you as a c^m dump, because I was the one to give you the most. I have to make you forget about the other guys who tried and came before me, right?” he chuckled.
thinking about a plot where a biker gang has this girl they all like to pass around and share, but they genuinely care about her so much. they'll get into fights because someone from a rival gang tried to hit on her and they weren't having it, and she has to patch them up afterwards. they'll buy her new clothes because they want to see what she looks like wearing them. they make stupid bets about which one can make her come first. she probably wears a couple rings on her hand because some of them proposed to her. i need this plot so bad
Oh to be a ditzy maiden kidnapped by a sexy vampire & brought to their mansion where they decide you can be more useful than a simple meal,,,,oh to be stripped bare & bathed,,,and have them dress you & put ribbons in your hair,,, and decorate your with jewelry,,, then fuck you so hard you cry;;;;
“Char, I genuinely do not understand how anyone could cheat on you. I never would, should I be lucky enough to ever date you,” Alastair responded, gently dragging his fingers over Charlotte’s cheek, stroking it comfortingly. “That guy is getting his ass kicked when I see him tomorrow, since my friends don’t get hurt,” he emphasized. Gods, it was difficult to focus with her head placement. So close to the outline of his slightly ‘happy’ member, it was driving him nuts due to his desire for Charlotte since they’d become friends. He’d been there through so many jackass boyfriends that didn’t deserve her, he wondered why she’d never considered him.
[ massage ] what starts as an innocent massage turns into your muse teasing every erogenous zone until mine begs
@delccroix//Aurora xx Alastair // Spicy Meme #???
Alastair enjoyed spending time with his wife, something not all men of any era could say. He’d been able to marry for a love match, thanks to fortunately falling in love with the princess he’d helped save from an evil dragon and curse. It’d been a messy situation, and his fellow prince — Prince Philip of Lorraine — had passed during the fight with Maleficent, despite Alastair’s efforts. It had taken his dragon form fighting Maleficent’s dragon form for him to win, being a stronger dragon overall.
Then he’d buried Prince Philip and made a marker for his temporary grave, before riding his horse — Paleghast, a white stallion that looked rather ghostly with his majestic mane and powerful hooves — into the castle and giving Aurora “true love’s kiss”. Apparently, their time together as small children in the forest had stuck with her and she’d fallen for him all those years ago, so the kiss worked.
He’d been thinking of this again while tickling his wife, his attention now going to her giggling and elegant nightgown…A nightgown so elegant it was slightly sheer, revealing certain outlines of Aurora’s body. “You sound like a summer night in the forest with fireflies and wisps,” Alastair laughed, stopping tickling Aurora and instead going to touch, stroke, caress, Aurora’s form and features. He acted almost like he was visually impaired, caressing slowly and moving slowly from one erogenous zone to another.
“I love you, ‘Rora,” Alastair promised his wife, leaning down from his station above her and kissing her passionately. He was a loyal king, one who’d never stray from his wife or divorce her so he could. Aurora was his everything now, and he wouldn’t let her go…unless she wished to, truly wished to.
To become part of the most famous sorority on campus, there were plenty of challenges being thrown the girls' way. Just like this one: Eden and three other new girls were on 24 hour duty in the must discussed frat houses around campus. It had only been a few hours. She was keeping her mouth shut most of the times, let the other girls make a fool of themselves for walking around in their lingerie and acting like their slaves. Eden hoped she could remain unnoticed while being the only one left in clothes: a simple white summer dress. Meeting the bunch in the living room who were either gaming or talking with the girls or eating, she held up a few ice cold beers. "Anyone need a new beer?"
Of course Alastair knew about the sorority’s famous challenge that hazed their young woman brutally. He loathed it, for his sister had to go through it. He felt bad for the girls, and knew how rough his own hazing had been a year or two back. When a gorgeous blonde asked him if he needed a new beer, he noticed her modest white dress and found himself drawn to her.
”No, but mind bringing me a bottle of water please?” Alastair responded, taking the beers and passing them around to his fellow fraternity members. He wondered if she knew he was the literal prince on campus, being from a small kingdom between Rus.sia and Ca.nada.
“Also, your dress is cute. Makes me less uncomfortable than the, er, lingerie,” he confessed to Eden, offering her three of his “stars” for the event. The more stars a sorority pledge had, the more popular she’d been. So far the girl that was in the lead had 20, but now she was screaming in another room over some guy scamming her and not giving her stars despite her ‘generous affection’ (read bj). “And you’re not screaming,” he added, offering a fourth star. Usually, that many stars were traded for sexual favors, but Alastair just felt bad for this young woman. She probably came from some small town and was in over her head.
He excused himself, heading to the screaming girl. Calmly, he put his hand steadily on her shoulder. “Hey, hey, no need to raise your indoor voice. What did this asshole do to you?” he asked her. Sniffing, she explained she’d agreed on cuddling the guy for ten stars — the max the higher up ranking members of the fraternity got, including Alastair. “And where did those ten stars go?” Alastair asked, glaring at the frat bro, who was sinking into his seat. “Give her the stars man or I call campus police for harassment, okay?” Alastair threatened before walking back to his seat and awaited his water bottle.
An Incomplete List of Idiotic Things Alastair Has Done For The Sake Of Horny (once coupled & when single, you guess):
Gotten 10 brands of condoms, all different sizes, and none fit him so they had to post-pone and he made a very embarrassing return trip to the pharmacy
In medieval ships, it’s when he’s trying to finish in his partner, he often gets distracted beforehand because he was thinking of things to make sure he finishes second.
He’s obsessive about making sure his partner finishes first. He won’t finish if he can’t do that, unless his partner never orgasms and this is pre-established knowledge
He will go down on his SO once they’re monogamous about every day, regardless of how long they’ve been together.
He’s a service top generally speaking.
Alastair prefers edging to being allowed to finish, as a control thing.
During his first time in modern verses, he’s been a bit of a playboy, so he already has an idea of what he wants to try by the time he’s 17 and hooks up with his best femme friend.
Alastair lifts a lot, and can lift a lot, and will put his partner’s crotch to his face and have them sit on his shoulders.
Alastair’s dream is to have an SO he’s save to finish inside of, but he’s never told a partner that.
Alastair’s first time with a guy was in his mid-twenties, but he’d made out with guys prior to that in college.
