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I NEED to write fanfiction <- guy who is not writing fanfiction
The Graveyard Shift: Masterlist
Simon Riley x f!Reader
Summary: Simon Riley is a lonely grave keeper in Victorian England who puts a marriage proposal ad in the London newspaper. He's ready to make his house a home, but can he convince his new wife that he can be her safe space, or will the secret she carries threaten their newfound happiness?
Credit goes to @gloomwitchwrites and this specific post for inspiring this fic!
Started: 04/09/2025
Completed: 05/21/2025
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
EPILOGUE
arranged marriage or marriage of convenience and they don't want to force you to sleep in the same bed or even room as them so they're very respectfully saying goodnight before going to their quarters to fuck their fist while thinking about how relaxed you finally seemed after dinner that night
mating press is heavy on my mind today like not even being able to squirm underneath him because he’s literally shoving you through the mattress with his entire weight. him not even thrusting but letting his heavy cock sit all the way deep inside you as he presses kisses all over your face and reassures you that it’s okay and that he’ll take it slow. and you tear up a little because it hurts just the tiniest bit in this position but then he’s whispering how good you are for him while caging you tight in his arms and
Don't Leave | Caleb
Pairing: yandere!dom!caleb x fem!reader
Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, non-con, threats w a gun, fingering, piv sex (no condoms..), mating press, eventual doggy, a bit of squirting??, creampie, breeding (he wants to get u pregnant duhh), degradation, forced orgasm, improper use of evol, name-calling (slut, pipsqueak), clit stim, a bit of spit play, condescending Caleb, Caleb is mean, 'gege' is used once but they're not related in this. MDNI
Synopsis: You were always careful around Caleb, yet you've seemed to forget that he's got eyes and ears everywhere, including what's going on in your pretty little head.
Word Count: 1.8k+
A/N: Sooo this is my first time writing smut and lads together...idk how well this is gonna do but if you do enjoy it pls leave a comment or reblog x
Divider by @/dollywons
Caleb’s hands slithered underneath your dress, and his fingers traced the waistband of your panties. A chill crept up your spine, icy fingers tracing a path of unease along your skin. Your breath was caught up in your throat as you clutched onto his shoulders. Your eyes widened, and the feeling of helplessness washed over you.
No, not again.
POV: You wake up to this man lying in bed next to you, wyd? 👀
every day ao3 authors weave more and more fascinating concepts i could never come up with in a million years
john price who was used to be fit in the military, being his height, he was usually the bigger man in the room when simon wasn’t there.
now, since price took an early retirement few years ago, he had been eating well thanks to you. at first he availed his free time to fix as much things as he could in your house, renovating your yard and building your pool like he promised you when he was still working. but now that all of this was done, he became a professional in couch rotting.
he absolutely hated it, even as you assured him over and over that he was perfectly fine, and that he needed it, he still felt useless.
to not make it any better, john noticed that he was slowly loosing his muscles and a pouch of fat was starting to be noticeable in his lower abdomen. he was slower than before, wincing when getting up from the couch and he now necessarily needed his glasses to read.
however, he couldn’t help but love your delighted expression as you came home, happy to see him healthy and alive, clearly traumatised from all the years you spent waiting for him to come back from deployment. you'd hug him tightly and sigh contently at the feeling of his heartbeat against your temple.
even with all his worries, nothing could beat the moments you spent eating well together, or cooking when you had a day off ; price knew that you probably didn’t notice the weight he gained, and by the nights you spent together, he could tell you couldn’t care less.
STRAWBERRY LOVE 🍓
"I just wanna be spoiled so bad" <- girl that proceeds to describe having access to necesities and having her most basic needs met as luxurious and the desire for that as greedy and punishment worthy
oh.
ok so: imagine you’re a first time skier and accidentally wind up going off the path and getting lost. it’s dark outside now and you’re beginning to lose hope until you see a light in the distance.
it’s a log cabin w some lights on in the window. you knock on the door and no one answers but since the door was open you figure you’d let yourself in.
you didn’t know if it was the cold messing with your brain or not but you decide to shower and get out of your freezing wet clothes (even though you have no idea if someone lives in this cabin and when they’ll be back)…
write that self indulgent fic, you would be insanely surprised how many people are waiting for THAT Fic™
surely treating suicide as the most horrible forbidden thing possible and making it difficult to discuss candidly not only through social stigma but also the threat of kidnapping and forced drugging will prevent people from doing something that makes me personally uncomfortable
i’m sorry, ik this is a very serious topic but when i first saw this post this is a recreation of what my brain saw
Amnesia fic and it’s you waking up in the hospital to a sleeping Simon Riley in the chair at your bedside. Which is confusing, because who is he?
Amnesia fic but it’s Simon Riley finally closing his eyes after 48 hours of standing vigilantly in your hospital room, waiting for you to wake up. Waiting, because he can’t risk you opening your eyes and turning to a nurse or doctor with a panicked face, trying to tell them that he did this to you.
Decided to render that doodle of him from before. I'm so in love with this man. I've never felt this way so fast about a fictional character except for Jean Vicquemare from Disco Elysium, BUT JOHN IS CONSUMING MY BRAIN MERCILESSLY.
I NEED TO MARRY HIM.
Death awaits