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100mistakesandcounting · 5 days ago

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Unspoken Thoughts

CW: Gentile Piercings, obscene language, unhealthy relationship with sex and women, smut, mentions of drug use, slight internalized homophobia and misogyny.

Simon Riley X Reader

Simon Riley is a dog—well-trained, routine-oriented, and loyal to a fault. He was also a dog when it came to women—the type to have a one-night stand and delete your number within the hour.

It came to him as second nature. In his younger years, he never found himself tied down to one bird. Instead, he had a string of them from around town who were more than willing to let him stay in their beds while he grappled with his own issues between their legs.

He never truly considered their pleasure; he preferred women who were simply along for the ride and found joy in his relentless hips.

And if he got really bored, he’d find himself wandering into the bars that flew their rainbow pride a little too high. Approach a tiny bloke at the bar who was too queer to even see past his hereditary straightness. That'd let Simon bend him over in a cramped stall and drain his load without even knowing his name. Didn't matter if he got off or not, as long as Simon did.

One day, with too much liquid courage running through his bones, Johnny mentioned something about a new breed of women, size queens, he called them. On this dating app. He rambled on about a bird who begged to see his goods before even considering meeting him in person.

After downloading the app on his previously stock phone, Simon found his outlet. These women were less concerned with looks and more focused on their own needs. This was how he realized how much he enjoyed watching a woman struggle to fit his cock inside herself without his help.

They would harp on about how it was their biggest, saw their mouths watering at the sight of the gleaming metal bars at the base—a souvenir from one of his deployments when he finally ran out of space on his arms for ink.

All he had to do was watch as she struggled until she begged him. Then he would flip ‘em over and shove it in without remorse. Those girls made it enjoyable; they were always a good time. They didn't care that he never removed the mask; in fact, some of them enjoyed its presence, cunts dripping at the sight of it. They all had some weird fetish, and he was more than willing to indulge them if it meant maintaining an air of ambiguity.

This was what he liked. At least before.

A chance meeting at a club he was reluctantly taken to when the team decided to take leave together. They had all shared a hotel room, sleeping back to back as they drank, ate, and fucked their way through multiple cities in Europe.

This evening, they were in Scotland, just a couple of days before they were scheduled to travel to Soap’s family home.

It was a type of ‘alternative’ club, filled with civilians in their prime, adorned with excessive eyeliner and spikes. According to Johnny, this was where he spent a lot of his time before his enlistment. The eyebrow piercing and metal-coated ear finally made sense as more of a subculture thing than a defiance of military guidelines.

The music vibrated through his body, his beer sweating as Roach and he sat at the sticky bar. They had been approached by multiple women and men at this point, all trying to persuade them to dance.

They both didn't actually consider what they were doing to be dancing; it was more like aggressively moving their bodies against one another.

The presence of drugs made Simon turn his nose up at the crowd. If he had been younger, he would have been more willing to indulge; however, now, on the deafening edge of 40, he knew better. Knew it would leave him with an aching back, bloodshot eyes, and a cottonmouth.

Soap and Gaz immediately immersed themselves in the crowd, both shirtless, as they fully embraced the flashing lights and swirling smoke.

Soap somehow managed to get a couple of people who coated their hands in neon paint and touched random parts of his body. Eventually, there was nothing but a large splotch running down his chest to the front of his crotch.

He wasn't sure when exactly he’d stopped watching his friends weave through the crowd. He thinks it's when he turned around to order another beer and saw her.

She had been sitting next to him, looking a bit worse for wear—almost like a lost puppy. She mentioned that she had lost her friends after turning down some pills. Not only that, but from the looks of it, she had been nursing a drink for nearly as long as he had before he finally chugged it back.

“Y/N,” a pair of pouty red lips replied when he asked for her name. She wore nothing more than a miniskirt and a laced corset, which he imagined he could easily cut her out of. A dangerous thought. The ribbons were so delicate that he could probably tear through them with just his teeth. “What’s yours?”

“Simon…”

Before he even realized it, he had followed her outside, both leaning against the stone wall of the alleyway, sharing a smoke. He rolled his mask up over his nose while lighting it for them, pretending not to notice how her eyes immediately darted to the scar on his mouth.

He felt his chest and pants grow tight as her lips wrapped around the white stick, the smoke escaping her lips and nose like that of a seasoned smoker. In the darkness and neon lights, he had thought she looked too young, but under the streetlights, he could see more of her face.

Quick eyes, soft features, and those sexy fucking lips.

He finally noticed their height difference; he had at least a foot on her. He could easily pick her up and hold her under his arms like a sack of potatoes. In fact, his work duffel bag was harder to carry than she would be.

She couldn't have been older than her mid-twenties—still young. It was morally wrong, but something about her made his fucking head spin every time she handed him back his cigarette, leaving a stain of her lipstick before he put it in his mouth.

Her friends were no longer responding to her texts, likely too high to even realize she was missing. They would regret that later.

“So why the mask, Simon? Is it a rave thing or a personal thing?” She inquired, her dainty fingers already poised for the return of the cigarette.

A deep grunt escaped his chest as he formed his words, “Personal. Never like to take it off.” There was challenge in her eyes at that statement, as if she were considering what she could do to make him take it off. Honestly, if she wanted him to, he would comply, but he would definitely ask for something of hers in return.

Her next words almost made the cigarette drop from his mouth, “Even during sex?” Cheeky thing.

“Want to find out.” The look in her eyes should not have made him abandon his friends in that club. Should not have made him let her guide him back to her tiny flat, where he barely fit through the entryway. Should not have made him so hungry that he took solace in devouring those red lips until they were barely red anymore.

Ever the soldier, it didn't take more than a couple of glances to get all the answers he needed—one bedroom, definitely lived alone by the amount of laundry on the couch and small trinkets on her wall.

What really stood out to him was the amount of books on her walls. Studious. He liked smart girls. Or at least he did when he wasn't using them for sex.

He was lightly shoved down on her bed, finally eye to eye with her after having towered over her, taking in the way her corset accentuated her waistline and the swell of her full hips under that tight miniskirt.

Nothing could have prepared him for how she would look dropped to her knees, cheek pressed into the thigh of his jeans, or for the way she stared in disbelief at his size.

“Too much?” He poked fun at the way her cheeks grew hot. All he had to do was grab her chin and tilt her head back, his thumb gently tracing her bottom lip. “Just be a good girl and open wide.”

The shift in her eyes as her mouth dropped open for him was one he’d be playing in his head for the nights he’d fuck his hands in the barracks.

She would struggle, of course, tears prickling her eyes as she eased him into her throat, fighting everything in her body to gag. Whenever she did, she would start again, slurping her way back down while keeping her eyes locked on him as if to say, “See, I'm a good girl, I can do it.”

She licked on the underside of his cock, dragging it along his vein, and lapped each time she hit a bar.

Normally, he would have been glad to forgo eye contact. Much too intimate for him, but there was something about those kohl-lined eyes, how they commanded his attention even while they were hazy with lust.

As soon as he felt the dull heat in his belly grow into a flame, he sunk his hands into her hair and pulled her off of him. “You’ve had your fun.” Her disappointment was palpable, but as much as he wanted to coat her face in his cum, he needed to get her undressed first.

She would begin to unlace the corset, struggling with the ties until she peered at him with a silent plea. Cute.

Simon reached into his pocket and pulled out his pocket knife, watching her eyes go big when he opened it in front of her face.

“You can't use that,” she argued at him, huffing in annoyance as she heard him chuckle. “I really like this one.”

To preserve her attachment, he undid its laces, antagonizing slowly like he was unwrapping a gift. In reality, she was salvation, a fresh bowl of water for a parched dog. When the little number was off, he let it fall to the ground. That was when he noticed the mirror hanging from the bedroom door opposite her bed.

Their eyes met, and he took in how the light coming from outside her window reflected off her skin. He reached forward and tugged down her skirt to see the full picture, drinking it in.

He pulled her back into his lap, using his knees to force her legs apart. The only thing preventing him from seeing all of her was the tiny red underwear dampened with her arousal.

Simon decided at that moment that he didn't want to wait any longer and brought his knife back around. “Hold still,” he grumbled, feeling her body tense up at the feeling of the metal grazing her skin as he cut the panties off and let them fall down her leg to the ground.

He made a noise of content as he would finally see all of her—beautiful skin, supple tits with hardened nipples moving with each breath, and a weeping cunt.

All for him to take as he pleased.

“Look at you…” His voice purred against her ear. Hands moving to explore her soft skin, running along her thighs, up her stomach until he had two handfuls of her breasts. He rolled her nipples under his fingers as he kept their eye contact. “So pretty and soft…”

The way her breath hitched, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip as she let his fingers do all the work.

One of the hands had migrated down, the other sliding up the smooth skin until it hovered around her neck. His fingers delicately parted her open, allowing the pooled wetness to coat his fingers just enough to allow one of them to slip in.

He chuckled at the little gasp that left her as his finger pumped into her, quickly adding a second to feel her walls flutter around the intrusion. He still pulled and pinched at her pebbled nipples while his fingers curled up against her sensitive spot.

Her head fell back onto his shoulder, soft desperate moans falling from her lips that egged him on. He felt pride swelling in his chest at the thought that he could bring her pleasure with two fingers alone.

His nose was buried deep in the wildness of her hair, smelling the remains of her perfume and shampoo. “Safe word.” He muttered, his lips pressing down into her neck.

“Ah… Huh?” She would mumble as her eyes snapped up to meet his gaze back in the mirror.

“What’s your safe word?” He growled again, growing amused at the effect he had on her.

Eyes still hazy and unfocused, she would struggle to find the words until he began to pull away at her assumed hesitation. It was his fingers withdrawing from her tight warmth that made her snap out of it.

“W-Wait! Fuck!” She stammered, struggling to claw her way out of the haze of her own desire-fueled thoughts. “I don't have one.”

Simon made a noise of annoyance before lifting her up by her waist to straddle him instead. In this position, she was facing him head-on, but also his hard cock was pressed to her heat. “That's not good, Love.” He would croon. “Can't fuck ya’ if you don't have one.”

He could admit that he was slightly disappointed that she obviously wasn't used to this, probably didn't bring back a lot of guys. She seemed like a good girl.

Probably never took strange masked men back home to fuck her. That's fine. He was fine with being a first for her.

She looked at him with confusion, obvious annoyance at his words. “Fine. I’ll choose something easy.” He could almost see the words flying through her head as she thought. As encouragement, he rolled his hips up into hers. His length gliding right between her folds.

It was amusing to see just how fast he could make her brain short-circuit and her teeth gnaw at her abused lower lip.

“Apple!” She huffed out quickly. “Apple is good. Now, please, I need you.”

Simon grabbed her hips, fingers pressed into the plush skin to flip her onto the bed. He took his hand and pressed it between her legs, digits, and palm gliding against her folds before taking it away to use her wetness to stroke his cock. Her eyes watched the movement, breath getting caught at the shameless display.

“Fuckin’ ya raw. Alright?” His tone was less of asking permission. More that he was just telling her out of courtesy. She just nodded along, spreading her legs wider for him.

God, he wanted to ruin her; she was too trusting. He hadn't grabbed a condom, didn't plan on using one tonight. It was supposed to be a little trip to the club with the team.

Maybe it was stupid of him to think his dick wouldn't have had a mind of its own tonight, safer to assume he’d end up between a pair of pretty legs than not at all.

When he sank the head of his cock into her, he knew that he'd made a mistake almost immediately. She was tight, extremely tight, tighter than a goddamn vice. He could feel the slick welcoming him in deceivingly like a drug.

His eyes darted from the sight of her cunt spread open on his tip to her face; it was a silent question that she immediately understood, nodding once again. So he pushed forward.

Her gasp was like honey, moans like nectar that he swallowed when he pressed his lips to hers. He let her have a moment to adjust, but he could feel how her body shook and clenched around him.

Every second was pure torture. He wasn't sure why he was sitting here counting out backwards to contain his incomprehensible need to move.

Through fluttery eyes and pants, he saw a moment of clarity through her eyes before he felt her hips move gingerly, a test to see if the fullness was too much for her body to handle.

It's happened in the past, but usually it was before he’d taken real estate next to her damn cervix. He saw how she’d let him fuck her mouth; this wasn't a woman with no experience. Not a strait-laced innocence who’d never been fucked before.

No. He filled her up too easy. Sure, it was a tight fit, but her cunt had swallowed him whole. He was likely her biggest, but he had no doubt that this was a girl that liked to fuck. Liked her body worshiped and coaxed to the edge.

The confirmation he needed was when he watched her eyes roll after fucking herself on his cock, hesitantly finding what she needed. One of the balls of his piercings rubbing nicely against her spongy spot was enough to have her arching and reaching for him.

“Move, Simon.”

He was gone.

A/N: I'm experiemnting with something here and if yall like it i'll write more i guess? IDK.

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I am absolutely and utterly terrified to start posting my writing again after I scrubbed my old accounts off the face of the earth. The only thing I’ve got left of my old writing is my damn near inactive A03 account.

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Fantasy Guide to Dukes and Duchesses

This new series will offer an indepth view of each noble title in the standard European hierarchy of noble titles. Here we will discuss what they are, their lands, their jobs and everything you need to know when writing them.

What is a Duke exactly?

A Dukedom is the highest rank in most noble hierarchies. The Duke rules a section of land within the Kingdom known as a Duchy, for example the Duke of Lancaster or can be a standalone title, Duke of Rothesay. A Dukedom is inherited through the family line, from father to so but the title is bestowed on the by the monarch. Monarchs can also give their children Dukedoms, and often do. For example the second son of the King of France would be the Duc d'Orleans.

Titles, Titles

The Duke is the highest ranking in the land. They are the first among the nobility, among the wealthiest, with the most prestige. A Duke is referred to as 'Your Grace'. If one is meeting a Duke in a social setting, nobles would call them Duke whilst underlyings would call them "Your Grace". A Duke would also hold subsidiary such as an Earldom or two, a Barony or three. But would go by Duke as it is the highest title. Fun fact, Carlos Fitz-James Stuart (pic above) has the most titles:

He is: Carlos Fitz-James Stuart, Duke of Alba, Grandee of Spain, Duke of Berwick, Grandee of Spain, Duke of Huéscar, Grandee of Spain, Duke of Liria and Jérica, Grandee of Spain, Count-Duke of Olivares, Grandee of Spain,Marquess of Carpio, Grandee of Spain, Marquess of La Algaba, Marquess of Barcarrota, Marquess of Castañeda, Marquess of Coria, Marquess of Eliche, Marquess of Mirallo, Marquess of la Mota, Marquess of Moya, Marquess of Osera, Marquess of San Leonardo, Marquess of Sarria, Marquess of Tarazona, Marquess of Valdunquillo, Marquess of Villanueva del Fresno, Marquess of Villanueva del Río, Count of Lemos, Grandee of Spain, Count of Lerín, Grandee of Spain, Constable of Navarre, Count of Miranda del Castañar, Grandee of Spain, Count of Monterrey, Grandee of Spain, Count of Osorno, Grandee of Spain, Count of Andrade, Count of Ayala, Count of Casarrubios del Monte, Count of Fuentes de Valdepero, Count of Fuentidueña, Count of Galve, Count of Elves, Count of Modica, Count of San Esteban de Gormaz, Count of Santa Cruz de la Sierra, Count of Villalba, Viscount of la Calzada, Lord of Moguer.

The Family of the Duke

The wife of a Duke is a Duchess. If a Duke is married to a man, while there is no real world examples, I would personally say they would take one of those other subsidiary titles I mentioned above. Same thing with a ruling Duchess and her wife. However, a ruling Duchess's husband usually sticks with whatever title he came with. The heir of the Duke usually inherits their parent's next highest title, usually an Earldom. The other children are styled as Lord/Lady Firstname.

The Role of the Duke

As the Duke is leader of the Duchy, which is a large section of the kingdom. They are in control of this section, the highest power in law and order, politics and all things in that section with only the monarch above. They handle administration at the highest level, raising troops from their duchy for the crown in times of war, see the collection of taxes and sometimes they might even advise the monarch if they are offered a place of the monarch's council. They would also attend the monarch at their coronation.

Cribs

Dukes like a lot of nobility would have multiple houses, manors, estates etc. Their homes would be the grandest in the land and the social hubs for the Duchy and even the country. A Duke would sometimes live at court when invited but would also have the homes in the capital. This vast portfolio can become a source of income as the Duke can rent them out or a handy way to shelf relatives who depended on them.

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Writing Reference: A Historical Menu

Origin — Food — Drink

1900 — tacos, quiche, schwarma, pizza, osso bucco, paella, tuna, goulash, hamburger, mousse, borscht, grapefruit, éclair, chips, bouillabaisse, mayonnaise, ravioli, crêpes, consommé — Coca Cola, soda water, riesling

1800 — spaghetti, soufflé, bechamel, ice cream, kipper, chowder, sandwich, jam, meringue, hors d‘oeuvre, welsh rabbit — tequila, seltzer, whisky

1700 — avocado, paté, muffin, vanilla, mincemeat, pasta, salmagundi, yoghurt, kedgeree — gin, port, champagne, brandy, sherbet

1600 — omelette, litchi, tomato, curry, chocolate, banana, macaroni, caviar, pilav, anchovy, maize, potato, turkey, artichoke, scone — tea, sherry, coffee, sillabub

1500 — marchpane (marzipan), whiting, offal, melon, pineapple, mushroom, salmon, partridge

Middle English — venison, pheasant, crisp, cream, bacon, biscuit, oyster, toast, pastry, jelly, ham, veal, mustard, beef, mutton, brawn, sauce, potage, broth, herring, meat, cheese — muscatel, rhenish (rhine wine), claret, ale

Old English — cucumber, mussel, butter, fish, bread — beer, wine, water

The evolution of terms for food and drink is an interesting reflection of the history of cultural contact between English-speaking countries and the rest of the world (G. Hughes, 1988).

Source ⚜ Food History ⚜ Writing Notes & References ⚜ Word Lists

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Fantasy Royal Hierarchy & Government Explained for Dummies

👑 The Royal Hierarchy:

High King/High Queen: The ultimate ruler of all the lands. Addressed as “Your Majesty.” They oversee multiple kingdoms and have the final say in all matters.

King/Queen: The rulers of individual kingdoms. Addressed as “Your Majesty.” They manage their own territories, make laws, and lead their armies into epic battles.

Prince/Princess: The children of the king and queen. Addressed as “Your Highness.” They’re next in line for the throne and often have their own mini-kingdoms to practice ruling.

Duke/Duchess: High-ranking nobles who control large regions within the kingdom. Addressed as “Your Grace.” They’re like the regional managers, handling local governance and military affairs.

Marquess/Marchioness: Nobles who oversee border territories. Addressed as “Lord” or “Lady.” They’re responsible for defending the kingdom’s edges and often have a mix of military and administrative duties.

Earl/Countess: Nobles who manage smaller regions within the kingdom. Addressed as “Lord” or “Lady.” They’re like the middle managers, ensuring everything runs smoothly in their areas.

Viscount/Viscountess: Nobles who assist earls and countesses. Addressed as “Lord” or “Lady.” They’re like the assistant managers, helping with local governance and administration.

Baron/Baroness: The lowest rank of nobility. Addressed as “Lord” or “Lady.” They control small areas of land and are responsible for local justice and order.

Lord/Lady: A general title for nobility. Addressed as “Lord” or “Lady.” Lords and ladies can hold various ranks and responsibilities within the kingdom.

Government Structure:

🏛️ The Council: A group of high-ranking nobles and advisors who help the king or queen make important decisions. Think of them as the board of directors.

🧙 The Wizard: The royal advisor with magical powers. They provide wisdom, cast spells, and sometimes meddle in politics.

⚔️ The Knight Commander: The head of the royal army. They lead the knights and soldiers into battle and ensure the kingdom’s defense.

📜 The Chancellor: The head of the kingdom’s finances and administration. They manage the treasury, collect taxes, and oversee the kingdom’s bureaucracy.

🎭 The Bard: The kingdom’s storyteller and historian. They spread news, sing songs of heroism, and keep the royal family’s image sparkling.

Other Classes:

🌳 Elves: Graceful and wise, elves often serve as advisors, scholars, or elite warriors. They have a deep connection to nature and magic, making them invaluable in both court and battlefield.

🌾 Peasants: The backbone of the kingdom. They work the land, pay taxes, and sometimes get caught up in the schemes of the nobility. Despite their humble status, they can be heroes in their own right.

💀 Necromancers: Masters of death magic. They can raise the dead, drain life energy, and command undead minions. Often feared and misunderstood, they can be powerful allies or dangerous enemies.

📚 Scholars: Also known as sages, librarians, or loremasters. Scholars are the kingdom’s intellectuals, possessing encyclopedic knowledge. They study ancient texts, advise on matters of history and magic, and often uncover secrets that can turn the tide of events.

⚔️ Heroes: Brave individuals who embark on epic quests. They can come from any class—knights, peasants, elves, or even necromancers. Heroes are defined by their courage, skill, and willingness to face danger for the greater good.

🙏 Priests/Priestesses: Spiritual leaders who serve the gods and goddesses of the realm. They perform rituals, offer guidance, and sometimes wield divine magic. Addressed as “Father,” “Mother,” or “Your Holiness”.

🐉 Dragons: Sometimes pets, sometimes pests. Always epic. They can be guardians of treasure, wise advisors, or terrifying foes.

Servants and Other Castle Inhabitants:

Steward: Manages the household and estate. Addressed as “Master Steward.”

Chamberlain: Oversees the private chambers and personal needs of the lord or lady. Addressed as “Master Chamberlain.”

Marshal: In charge of the stables and the training of knights. Addressed as “Master Marshal.”

Cook: Prepares meals for the household. Addressed as “Master/Mistress Cook.”

Maid: Responsible for cleaning and maintaining the castle. Addressed as “Mistress Maid.”

Squire: A young noble training to become a knight. Addressed as “Squire.”

Falconer: Takes care of the hunting birds. Addressed as “Master Falconer.”

Gardener: Maintains the castle gardens. Addressed as “Master/Mistress Gardener.”

Where They Dwell:

🏰 Castle: A fortified structure built for defense and residence. It includes towers, walls, a keep, and often a moat. The castle is the main residence of the king or queen and their court.

🏛️ Court: The royal household and the place where the king or queen holds court. It includes the throne room, great hall, and various chambers for the nobles and advisors.

🏡 Manor: The residence of a noble, usually a lord or lady. It’s less fortified than a castle and focuses more on comfort and domestic life.

Pro Tips:

Royal Drama: Expect lots of intrigue, secret plots, and power struggles. It’s like a medieval reality show.

Magic: Always a wildcard. It can solve problems or create new ones.

Quests: Royals love sending heroes on epic quests. It’s their way of handling problems without getting their hands dirty.

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