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Kyle and Johnny who wager you for their gaming matches.

It's simple, really. Whoever wins the match gets to have you sitting nice and pretty on their lap for the next one.

Though, there's rarely a twince-in-a-row winner. Whoever is lucky enough to have you sprawled across them is typically too distracted to get that second win. So, back and forth you go, dizzy from their affections.

When Johnny wins, he has you face him, nose buried in the crook of your neck. Every time he or Kyle dies, he pounces, using the lul in action to crash his mouth against yours. His hands make quick work, groping every inch of skin he can in the short break. But just as quickly as it started, the game picks up, and Johnny leaves you reeling until the next kill.

When Kyle wins, he's determined to never leave you high and dry like the scot. Kyle has your back against him and you straddling his leg. Before the round begins, Kyle guides your hips along the length of his thigh, firm muscle rubbing achingly against your clit, swollen and sensitive from Johnny's teasing.

Unlike Johnny, Kyle is vocal. "See that?" He grunts in your ear after scoring a kill, "Maybe I'll take this match. You'd like that, hm?" You're never able to respond with more than a whimper, which Kyle only laughs at.

You're passed back and forth for what feels like hours, your boys' competitive streak too strong to give up. It only ends when Simon, tired of hearing the sergeants' gloating (but certainly not tired of hearing your soft moans), asks to join for a game, which he promptly wins. And then wins again. And again. And again. After his fifth win, Simon loudly declares you as his prize, stealing you away to lavish in his quarters.

But don't worry, he lets Kyle and Johnny watch.

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I do not "draft", I do not "edit", I do not "proofread", I do not "beta". I WRITE. And if I don't like it, I take a break for 2 years

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incels would not last a day as a fat girl lmfao

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em dashes are a hallmark of fanfiction the same way the infamous "Oh. Oh." line is and don't let any loser tell you otherwise

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ghost as that one tom selleck photo right

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i forgot i had tumblr for a hot sec im so sorry😭😭😭🫠 heres some domestic middle aged ghoap for your troubles🤲

oh and a bonus too!!!!

(ill try to be more active here) ((key word: try😭))

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vampire!simon x reader

cw: self-inflicted starvation & sexual themes

truth is Simon Riley is anything but alright.

He’s fine, really. He’s gone almost 8 weeks without blood before, in his early days when he was trying to figure himself out.

Nicotine takes the edge off, so he smokes. Talks to you like he doesn’t want to sink his teeth into your skin, like his hands aren’t shaking and his limbs weak. Like his insides aren’t twisting up in knots every time you look at him like he’s something worth looking at. Tears him up inside, more so than the hunger, that something as kind as you wastes time on something like him. That you want to let him rip you apart. Get paid to let him drain you dry.

He almost gives in, the week after. Hunger pains so bad he isolates himself, curls up in bed. Fangs buried deep in his thumb, trying to stop thinking. Trying to numb it all. Imagining you, bent over his desk or against his wall.

And what's even worse is you’re outside his door when he finally opens it, in need of a smoke. You’re wrapped up in a hoodie he shouldn’t have given you, one hand raised like you were about to knock before he opened the door. His jaw clenches at just the sight of you in his clothes. Your scent wrapped with his. Insult to injury.

You don’t even bat an eye at his appearance. Probably a mess. Probably red-eyed and disheveled. They don’t exactly hand out the term specialist like candy—your words echo in his head. You probably wore his hoodie here on purpose.

He leans against the doorframe and lies, anyway. “Wasn’t expecting company.”

Really, his senses were so overwhelming he could smell you from down down the hall. Saccharine. Warm. Soft. Coated thick in worry.

You really were such a sweet thing.

“Busy starving yourself, were you?”

He grumbles at your remark, turns away towards his dark room. It's a mess, blankets strewn about because he can’t regulate his body temperature. Empty, old bloodbags on the desk, still. Styrofoam cups. Curtains drawn over blinds. You step inside after him, filling his space with your scent.

“Not starving.”

“Mhm. Sure,” you murmur, tilting your head up at him. “I’ve seen white paint with more color to it, Si.”

Si. He huffs. Doesn’t recall when that started.

You catch his head in your hand whenever he shuts the door behind you. Gentle, warm fingers brushing against his face and he just sighs. Heavy. Tired. Closes his eyes and tries to turn away, brush your hand from his skin.

“M’not gonna drink from you, love.”

You pinch his chin between your fingers, guide his eyes back to yours. Even go so far as to lift his lip with your thumb. Brush over achy fangs. He grabs your wrist hard.

“Red,” he growls in your face. “No.”

You soften. “You’re killing yourself, L.t.”

“I’ll kill you if you keep this up,” his voice is unexpectedly rough in his throat. That hollowness in his body pulling, aching, with you this close. Like his very own personal black hole. “I get my fangs in you and I won’t be able to stop.”

“You will stop, Ghost. I can't keep watching you hurt yourself,” you insist, lowly. Barely a breath. Eyes challenging. Heart beating hot blood against your ribs, it fills Ghost’s ears. “Just...do it."

He blacks out for a moment. There’s a clatter as his limbs move on his own and he crowds you against the desk. Skin warm against his front, your shirt clenched tight in his fists. He just barely reels himself in in time to keep from sinking his fangs into your shoulder, and you just stay there. Let a shiver crawl up your skin. Let him pin you, huffing breaths into the exposed skin of your neck, hips against your ass as he bends down slightly to bury his face in your shoulder. Teeth bared and jaw clenched.

But he still doesn't bite.

“You keep playing with fire, Corporal,” he hisses into your skin. “You’ll get yourself burnt.”

Tearing himself away feels like ripping his own meat from his bones, but he does it just the same.

The room is empty before you can even turn around, leaving the door slightly ajar in his wake. Leaving the barracks silent until you let out the breath you’ve been holding, pulse thrumming in your temples and an unexpected warmth coilling tight in your core.

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cant believe ill never make crazy money off of selling a fanfic because I went into x reader instead of reylo

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ally

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the brain worms are telling me to write starcrossed lovers immortal!simon x reincarnating!reader

like simon who has lived for longer than he could possibly keep track of meeting you and falling head over heels. he keeps his distance though, knowing that you would pass like those he has loved before. and, as he predicted, you do.

he tries not to let it affect him, and it works. he goes two decades without you, the memory of you almost having faded to time save for the occasional dream. he goes two decades alone before seeing you again. you have no memory of him, yet you are just the same. perhaps your rank is different, and you two are in different lands, nonetheless simon knows that it is you.

he lets himself love you this time, only to lose you far too soon. he thinks it a fluke, until another two decades later he finds you again.

but like before, he loses you. but he also finds you again. and then loses you. and again. and again. and again.

simon was blessed immortality at the hands of any natural or unnatural force. even his own efforts cannot bring about his fall. yet, he is in the same moment denied his only love.

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Have u ever considered using Ai to expand ur blurbs? I love all the idea you put out, but they're so short!!

Id rather kill myself.

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Hmmm gaz who fucks you in the morning and stuffs you full of cum, not even for ur enjoyment, doesnt care if u cum or not.

Nah, he does it so wolf!soap has a nice treat to lick out of u at the end of the day, giving you those missed orgasms from the morning and so much more when he finally mounts you....

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l finished only like 31% of the game but oh my god l’m in love with her

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Ghost is teasing u for calling price "daddy" exactly once on accident, so you shoot back "ive literally seen the collar soap owns with your name on it"

...suddenly ghost doesnt seem so interested in ur bedroom habits.