#badboy

[ben-hd]

[rafescherry]

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18+ 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ; your man, simon ‘ghost’ riley was the classic bad boy — with his black motorcycle and hot, leather jacket. but he was also a possessive fucking boyfriend. (much to your delight) his angels showing a little to much skin? his motorcycle comes in extra handy.. bending you over the god damn seat. especially as he picked you up from your spoiled girls night out, filled with wine, dancing and some giddy chatting.. and yet it ended even better.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; toxic possessiveness, dubcon, sexual suggestions, degradation

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you looked 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

simon had to grind his teeth just watching you walk towards him from that little sleek club. he knew every man’s eye was on you, and he fucking hated it. your bodice diamond dress hugged you OH so perfectly.. and framed in that breathtaking face. god dammit, Seeing you so gorgeous should be for his greedy eyes only. classic ghost.

especially as you beamed sweetly. Hugging your girlfriends goodbye before pacing over to him. God.. he looked so hot on that motorcycle. Smooching his wickedly handsome face with a cheeky grin as you babbled your innocent ‘hey’. you were obviously drunk.. the sharp tinge of alcohol fogging your pretty mind as you climbed on his dark motorcycle. and you didn’t know if it was his simmering eyes or the way he straddled you into his lap that made you squeak.

that’s just how possessive he felt. letting you cling onto him from behind in that teasingly short dress so everyone could see your perfect ass? Pfft! You were fucking his!

“Don’t even try doll” he growled as you tried to scoot off his lap, your pretty eyes widening. this could not be safe!! But you were a little too distracted on the way his hands gripped the dark handles - his veins bulging underneath his massive arms. so like the good girl you were, you obeyed.. especially as the image of his hands wrapped around your dainty throat invaded your mind. His filthy girl indeed.

you whined your pretty protests as he took off quickly. wrapping your body around him like your life depended on it, you convinced yourself it did, and not that his massive body just felt so gloriously hard. But your naughty little mind was occupied as he drove on. How could a pair of arms be so damn arousing! Maybe it was the fantasy of how they always managed to slide into your drooling pussy. Or maybe the way they rubbed your throbbing clit.

he could feel his horny girls needy gaze. smirking to his arrogant self.

“Your looking” he purred. Laughing darkly as your guiltily glossy eyes snapped to his. That barstard laughed! And fuck, your pink cunt drooled in sweet wetness at the raspy hum.

“I’m trying not to fall off dickhead!” brat. you huffed, clinging on even more dramatically. an angel lie couldn’t hurt, especially as he chuckled, and you yelped as you felt his massive cock grow hard underneath you. Tsk tsk, he knew when his girl was lying.

“Mm- ok slutty girl” he grunted out between gritted teeth as he navigated the streets at breakneck speed. The nickname making you whine like the cute whore you were.

Suddenly, the motorcycle hit some rocky roads, making you bounce on his clothed cock. your face flushed in a crimson pink as a moan left your naughty mouth, and a groan from his.

“f-fuck! sorry!” You babbled frantically - but you were definitely not sorry. In fact you were sinfully eager. Especially as your cunt clenched in response.

“Fuck, Doll” Ghost groaned as your sinful body bounced on his lap, the sensation driving him wild. He leaned forward slightly to brace himself against the wind, his rippling muscles tense beneath your touch. making you shiver in delight.

"Don't apologize for that." He gritted his teeth as he felt your panties soak through from your sweet, taunting wetness. His hips jerked forward instinctively with each bounce, making contact with your cunt every time.

“AH-H Ghost!” you whimpered against his neck. But he was already pulling into a secluded alley way. Fuck.. He couldn’t take it anymore. What did you expect? That dress just made you so assessable. Everyone had seen it on you, but only he could rip it off.

“You wore that slutty fucking dress just for my attention huh? Mm? Fuck doll, Bend over like the slut you are will ya” he growled - yanking you both of the bike as he pulled your twinkling backside into him. Groaning as your plush ass met his erected cock. A surprised gasp left your cherry mouth as his nails practically stabbed into your hips. But he wasn’t one for sympathy. Especially when it came to his woman.

you whimpered as he pushed your perfect head down, bending you over his sleek motorcycle so your lustrous ass was arched against him. You pretty dress flying up as his dark eyes darkened in hunger as he beheld your dripping panties, drawing them to the side to expose your pretty cunt. That tight pussy that belonged to him. Chuckling in pure male mockiness. You whined, knowing damn well someone could walk by any second.. and it made you even needier. And he knew too, knew that he was going to fuck you like his little plaything — which you very much were

“𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥”

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[shackledsagger]

Reblog if you’d help me out by locking me in the handcuffs.

[leatheredgearedatl]

another boring acerage sunday

[lungs-in-trouble]

Relax - take it easy

[annieysusletras]

He escrito tanto sobre decirte adiós que está vez ni siquiera quiero decirte adiós a ti, quiero despedirme de mi, de la versión mía enamorada de ti, la que podía dar hasta su vida, la que quería quedarse contigo toda la vida y creía que podría curarte, pero, me di cuenta que no podía curar una herida que te gustaba como dolía, una herida que volvías a abrir una y otra vez, me di cuenta que el problema era yo, yo que forzosamente quería que fueras tu, siempre tu...

Voy a extrañar la versión que te quería, que te adoraba, la mujer que cuando la veías se convertía en una niña, la mujer que le gustaba sentirse protegida a tu lado, la que te miraba dormir y pedía que durará para siempre, la que rezaba cada noche para que estuvieras bien o mejor, la que sabía que podrías quemar todo por ella sin saber tus llamas a la única que consumieron fue a ella...

Hoy muere el nosotros, muere el "tal vez alguna otra vez" y también el "quizás en otra vida", hoy mueren nuestros chistes, nuestros lugares sagrados, nuestros días, nuestras noches, nuestras fechas importantes, las pláticas, los secretos que nos contábamos a altas horas de la madrugada, las anécdotas tontas que solo sabe el uno del otro, muere un lenguaje de amor con todos los besos y abrazos que lo componían, mueren los "te amo" y los besitos en la espalda al dormir, muere nuestra forma de vernos, las sonrisas coquetas, las miradas que sabíamos que significaban, nuestra forma de hacer el amor sabiendo que el amor nos hacía a nosotros, mueren las canciones que cantábamos juntos y las que te dedique sin decirte, muere la versión que teníamos del otro al estar juntos, mueren los caminos que caminamos tomados de la mano y las carreteras que manejaba conmigo de copiloto, mueren las fiestas cuidandonos y riéndonos de todo, muere el ser más que una pareja ser amigos, más que ser solo algo lo éramos todo...

Muere la historia de amor más fantástica e inigualable del mundo, muere mi versión enamorada de algo que jamás pudo ser, muere la frase que dijiste y que jamás olvide -"querer tanto en la vida y querer cada vez más fue por ti"- , hoy muere un amor, un amor que jamás tuvo que pasar, muere uno de esos golpe que jamás fue de suerte, aunque así lo queríamos creer, muere un amor que debió quedarse en lo prohibido, mueren años de reencuentros y despedidas, de vernos como si fuera la primera vez más de las veces que pude contar, hoy muere todo esto, pero, quizás dentro, muy dentro de mi, aún te guardo, aún te tengo, hasta la raíz como aquel tatuaje que compartimos, una rosa que será más eterna de lo que nosotros fuimos.

- Una última vez dejándote ir mi querido chico malo, última vez amándote tanto hasta que me consumi en eso, y como lo dijiste "jamás vamos a poder estar juntos" pero que lindo fue creer que si, que lindo fue creer que seríamos nosotros siempre, siempre nosotros, pero simplemente no...

Te amo tanto que te odio, hasta siempre querido amor de mis mil vidas, mi chico malo, mi corazón, de los peores diablos el bueno, adiós a mi ángel con los brazos llenos de tinta, a mi estúpido dios griego, hasta nunca mi vida.

[azulmarina3]

[frosket]

[ben-hd]

[mariieina004]

if you ever feel stupid just remember mfs will come on Levi Ackerman's internet and complain that he's getting a backstory and not irrelevant a&& characters who can't even sell out on their own merch 🙄

[a-freemaniac]

You could call it crazy or enthusiastic but I always need an outlet when I'm exited with fanfiction so I made some moodboards for

" Deflowered " by @lorelei-lee including some little clips and a few posters.

I'm in the middle of the story and fully embraced by vulnerable beautiful Sherlock and bad but somehow kind man John " Doc" Watson.

@swissmissing @swissmissficrecs @inevitably-johnlocked @a-victorian-girl @bewitched-bullet @lisbeth-kk @totallysilvergirl @uraniumorchid @keirgreeneyes @safedistancefrombeingsmart @johnfuckingwatson @johnlockiseverywhere

[shackledsagger]

Figured I’d try out a sag in sweatpants to shake it up. Plus jail uniforms are a lot closer to sweatpants than jeans, so helps me practice a sag for when I go to the slammer.

[leatheredgearedatl]

[xaropitaa]

•Nos kens (forevitos) cuidando de nossas Barbies (ghosts) 💛🩵

•In the Kens (forevitos) taking care of our Barbies (Ghosts) 💛🩵