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Biker Boothill!

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need to top him so bad

simon who’s slightly vocal… but not in the way you may think 😊

his fingers bend, the rough pads pressing against the back of your head in a sweet cradle. his head rolls back, jaw dropping till all 28 of his pearly teeth are on display.

your tongue glides down the back of his cock n you take him further n further till your lips are hugging around the base of his length. simon can’t nearly keep up, throat closing in on itself till he’s coughing up a variety of desperate, whiney moans.

“f-fuckkk,” he murmurs, tone raising till it rings out in a whimper, teeth sucking in his bottom lip in an attempt to silence himself. “feels so good, baby. so fuckin’ good.”

n the thin lines of his lips can’t stop their blabbering, mind shrinking into a blank nothingness, only thing consisting within the walls of white is you.

your tongue flicks n swirls till he’s kicking his legs out n his soft touch round your head tightens, fisting up your locks almost angrily. your nails drag down his thighs, shoulders rising as you splutter round him, choking on the way he fills your mouth, your throat.

“got the prettiest eyes,” he huffs, staring down at you in awe, pupils blown in a battling mess of love n lust. that catches your attention, eyes flicking up to meet his. “just look so-so damn pretty.”

simon lets his gaze roll down your face, before its landing upon yours once again. his throat fills with vile, not that kind though, just the kind that sends him crying like a bitch in heat.

“d-don’t stop, please, please,” he gasps, an unexpected raise of his hips has your teeth every so slightly piercing against the sensitive muscle that forces itself down your throat.

yet, his crying out is cut short with a final, guttural moan that draws itself out long n conclusive. n you watch as his body locks up against the couch, muscles as tense as rock.

his eyes fill blank, before they’re rolling back, lashes fluttering against the plush of his cheeks. you hollow your cheeks quickly, bobbing your head slowly letting him free fall through waves of euphoria n milking him dry of absolutely everything he has to give.

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NEED HIM SO BAD

“You look like my boyfriend.”

Simon raises a brow at that statement and sits down in the nearby chair. His eyes on you. “Is that so, lovely?”

“Mhm,” you agree with a confident nod and loopy. “No. My boyfriend is prettier than you.”

He isn’t sure if he should take it as a compliment or as an insult, for now Simon decides to not comment on it. “You must be lucky to have such a pretty boyfriend then.” He grins and sips his cheap hospital coffee.

“Oh, I am! He’s pretty and cool and strong. And you should be careful because he’ll be here soon!” You pout, shoving your lower lip forward.

Cute. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gone before he shows up.” Simon reassures you and pats your thigh.

You don’t reply, the remaining anesthesia must still be running its course through your body after the surgery in which the doctor took out your inflamed appendix, snoring softly in the otherwise quiet room. “Good thing your boyfriend is already here, lovely.” Simon chuckles before tugging the thin hospital blanket higher over your chest and keeping watch as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. “And he will be here when you wake up again. He will always be there, my lovely.”

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HELP ME I THOUGHT IT WAS SOMETHING SERIOUS 😭😭😭

Wool Over My Eyes

Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader

Summery: Mike always says you have such trouble getting up in the morning. You don't intend to take so long to wake, but Mike is quite confident the solution lays just at his fingertips- and lips.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no use of gendered pronouns, no genitalia specification, light bondage, pet names, dirty talk, fingering, oral (reader recieving), cum swallowing, morning sex, light breeding kink, recording sex, dacryphillia, light choking, sub! Mike, dom! Reader, facial, age-gap, interrupted sex.

Notes: GOD, I FINALLY FUCKING WROTE. I'm not even gonna blab, just read this shit.

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"C'mere here, sweet thing."

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GHOST CODED FUCKKKKKK

oh my… with the chase atlantic n everything…

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REAL (me with ghost fr)

girlhood is obsessing over a character and then never ending that obsession

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simon riley fucks in front of a mirror to show off the size difference

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HE CAN LITERALLY REARRANGE MY ORGANS UNTIL I GET INTO A COMA AND I’D THANK HIM

Ten Times Too Many

You said Ghost couldn’t beat his record of making you finish five times in one night. He said he could double it.

cw: overstimulation, afab reader, more overstimulation, creampies :)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x afab!reader | 18+ MDNI

req rules ⁞ request here ⁞ crossposted on ao3

There isn’t a shred of doubt in your mind: Ghost knows how to emulate an ego death with the way he fucks.

You’re used to the rough ploys, the sick dirty talk and mind-numbing orgasms that leave you half-blind. You know how good it gets, how addicted he is to ruining you. You know his end goal is always your mindlessness, each fuck an attempt to strip you of even your own name.

What you didn’t know is how good he can make overstimulation hurt.

It was a spur of the moment thing, a bet between you gone awry when you insisted he couldn’t beat his record of pulling five orgasms from you in one night. He said he could double it, you laughed in his face— now he’s laughing in yours.

It’s a low laugh that comes from his stomach, muffled by his mask as he bottoms out inside of you yet again. You may just be hypersensitive, but you swear you can feel the vibrations of his laugh in your pussy, it makes you whine, a sweet song he’s all-too used to.

Number nine is approaching— you feel it in the shaking heat of your stomach and the rolling nausea that rolls over you, you’re so cumdrunk you feel sick. Ghosts pace stays relentless, drilling into you with a fervour that seems almost inhumane— he’s driven by the sight of you unravelling beneath him. Sweat soaks the sheets beneath you, tears stain your cheeks, Ghost groans.

“Come on, Love, do as you’re told, yeah? Come for me.”

Your mind is so blurred you can’t tell when your orgasm starts and when it ends, a blinding moment of pleasure is all the indication of time you have. Ghost grins, you can see it in the way his mask moves, predatory like a shark set on the smell of blood. You cry, choked sobs stuck in your throat dislodge with each thrust onto Ghosts cock. He stretches you open, moulds you into the perfect fit for him— as if holy hands carved you from a model of his being.

“Please,” the moment you’re sane enough to speak again, or at least try to, you’re begging for an ounce of the soldiers mercy. “Pleasepleaseplease, baby fuck… I cant take it anymore.”

Simon slows, rolls his hips into yours slow enough to give you a second to breathe. He may be a sadist, but he’s not all that evil. You take the moment to look at his body. Despite the mask covering his face, he’s otherwise naked, torso toned and scarred in beautiful ways you could stare at until your last breath. The flex of his muscles as he moves, stretching you out, is a narcotic within itself. God, he’s ruined you from the inside out.

A sudden snap of his hips into yours and you nearly scream. He’s still rock hard, and you’ve lost count of the times he’s fucked his cum into you— you take it as a testament of his need. When Ghost thrusts into you again, his balls hitting your ass with the weight he puts into fucking you as deep as he can, you reach out and push a sweaty palm against his chest.

“Stop,” you grit your teeth. “You’re going to kill me, I’m so fucking sensitive.”

Another slow roll of his hips, Ghost tests the waters. He leans in, his chest against yours in a mix of laboured breaths and sticking sweat, and laughs.

“Say the safe word.”

His dick pulses inside of you, his release near. You could tap out, let go of the all-encompassing pleasure you feel and nurse your sore thighs with a warm bath. But part of you knows you’ll grieve the fit of his cock inside you the second he pulls out and kisses you better. Ten orgasms at the hand of a man who’s done a lot worse than fuck someone into a coma— he’s not the man to push, he asks again.

“Safe word, love.”

“Fuck you.”

“What I fuckin’ thought.”

A flip switches and, although you hadnt known it possible, Ghost moves faster than ever before. His hands pawing at your tits, cock slipping in and out of you in a frenzied pace that grounds you as much as it wrecks you. If his mouth weren’t covered by his mask you have no doubt he’d be marking every inch of your neck and chest as his— staking his claim on the body he’s already fucked into favour. Deep strokes of his cock inside you are enough to bring hot new tears to surface, pooling in your eyes as you forget how to breathe, think, do anything other than feel his presence inside of you.

“Fuckin’ perfect, you know that? Last one, pretty, just one more.”

It’s everything about him, his size and weight and the smell of cigarettes and gunpowder that sticks to his skin and permeates the air around you. It’s the dedication, his fingers circling your clit in dedicated service to your pleasure, the searing heat of his cock near-breeding you stupid. It’s the way his breath quickens, and you can see his muscles tense and, despite your mind being halfway to heaven, you know he’s on the brink of cumming.

It’s the release you share, when he folds over on top of you, crushing you under his weight as he finishes. His hips thrusting as deep as he can get inside of you, sounds of sweet ecstasy leaving his mouth and staining your skin with goosebumps as you fall over the edge one last time.

Number ten, blinding— you see stars and galaxies. You could be convinced you were floating if not for the weight of Ghost on top of you. Your body spasms and jerks in response to his ministrations, a masochistic ache for more settling in your stomach as you choke on your breath.

There’s a moment of silence as Ghost buries his head in the crook of your neck, just a second to catch his breath. He could fall asleep right here inside of you if it weren’t for the pressing matter of aftercare, you could too. You’re so stuck on the mindless string of orgasms you’ve just had that when Ghost pulls out of you, you nearly cry with sensitivity.

You cant form the right words, lost in a place less real than this— your body still tingles when Ghost slips his mask off and you’re met with the tear-blurred sight of your Simon. He leans down, presses a kiss to your lips softer than any other, and then ducks his head down further to gently kiss the pussy he just fucked numb.

A cock of his head, chest still heaving with exertion.

“Cmon,” a hand extended to you, “bath. Y’need it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Maybe later.”

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roommate!ghost who's waiting for you when you get home in the middle of the night after going out with your friends. Sitting on the couch in those fucking grey sweatpants when you stumble through the door and drop your keys. Has to stare at the crack on the ceiling when you get down on your hands and knees to find them, pretend for his own sanity that he hasn't seen the tiny excuse for underwear you've got on under that little black dress.

Like clockwork, he's got you sitting on the icy bathroom counter as you giggle, telling him all about your night. He's got cotton pads and makeup remover in one hand and the other holding onto your thigh because you started unconsciously squeezing his broad frame when he stepped in between your open legs. He gently wipes away all the traces of the night, carefully mapping out the contours of your face like your a masterpiece he's carved from some precious stone. Until he gets to your lips. The shiny, fucking sparkly gloss is all thats left on your skin but his hand freezes as he studies the crease in your bottom lip. You catch up two seconds later in your dreamy, relaxed haze, and without even thinking about it you close the gap, softly pressing your lips to the one's silently hovering over yours.

His breath catches and his grip on your thigh becomes molten hot as you just as quickly pull away. Innocently you smile at him, like you hadn't just killed him, like you hadn't just made him start planning your wedding down to the way your eyes would shine as you walked down the aisle, all for him.

Your laugh is the only thing that can pull him out of his stupor, "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that." 

But he does, he really, really does.

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craving drunk simon. like at the bar with the rest of the team an hes glued to readers hip, showering her in compliments. all lovey n shit idk maybe im jus crazy💗

oh the concept of it really bringing older bf!simon out of his shell- too lush to even THINK about.

he’s perched on a stool and you’re stood between his legs, arms wrapped around you and his face buried in your neck. undoubtedly he’s whispering the craziest stuff.

“mmm, can’t wait t’get y’home”

“maybe y’can just rub on it a little? nobody’s watching”

except everybody is watching, johnny’s hazy eyes are watching you both from across the table and you’re not sure who’s more hot and bothered- him or simon.

or if you’re at the pool table and price is trying to teach you how to play but every time you bend over to shoot, you’ve got gaz practically barking.

and that’s not even to mention the fact simon presses into you from behind as you try to line up.

it’s all silly and heated and you don’t mind a minute of it (so what if attention feels nice?) because it means simon is unequivocally himself.

he’s got his hands all over you, pulling you into his chest, and running off at the mouth.

“y’so fuckin’ beautiful, make me the luckiest man alive”

“all these gits wanna’ take y’home? but it’s this stupid git that’s doin’ it”

when you get him out in the night air to begin the trek home, you know it’s the drink talking but you KNOW it’s actually him talking.

“might fuck around n’marry you, yeah?”

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i’m boutta become a fuckin’ shark 🦈😏

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nothing makes himbo!könig feel more like he could conquer the world alone than when you put your hand on his bicep instead of hand-holding while you’re walking. it gives him full body shivers, bending his elbow and letting your arm link around his delicately. the protectiveness brewing inside of him at the gesture always makes him puff his chest out, feeling ready to handle anything coming his way, even if that is just a particularly aggressive salesperson on the street. don’t get me started on if you also lean your body into him and rest your head on his arm. you’re just so cute and clearly in need of your big, beefy boyfriend to protect and lead you. könig can definitely do that. he’s like your own human sized guard dog.

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john “big stretch” price

simon “make it fit” riley

soap “just the tip” mactavish

kyle “give me one more” garrick

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“Can I tell you a secret? You don’t have to be in a relationship. I mean it. I know they force it down your throat until you choke on it. Girls aren’t pretty unless they’re wanted. Boys aren’t men unless they’re having sex with someone. People aren’t lovable until they’re dating someone. But a relationship won’t always make you happy, and as wonderful as romance is, it isn’t the only love that exists. I have seen friendships that are deeper and more pure than couples who swear it’s forever - and yet the friendship is the one people ignore. I have heard so often “nobody loves me” out of the mouths of people who are single. And it kills me because if you ask them: where are your parents, your teachers, your classmates, your pets - they say, yes, okay, but it doesn’t count. Of course it counts, love doesn’t diminish just because someone doesn’t want to have sex with you. In fact, doesn’t it sort of make that love more real that they want nothing - not even a date - out of you? It is pretty to be in love. It’s magical, I’m sure. But it’s also wonderful to stop for ice cream in your prom dress with six other girls. It’s also wonderful to go visit the world with nothing but a bunch of buddies who are really excited about learning. The problem is: we’ve made everything about “the one”. But maybe “the one” is just you, loving yourself, having fun, and being happy. Maybe instead of looking for our other halves, we should be piecing ourselves together. Maybe I wasn’t born unfinished. Maybe I am the one who makes myself better.”

— Single serving size // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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Prompt list of things that say “I love you” without saying it

“Are you coming home for dinner? 

leaving the light on after using the bathroom at night because they know that you suck at going to bed early but you are also afraid of the dark

quietly picks out the things you don’t like to eat on your plate and transfer it to theirs without you needing to ask them to

quietly gives you the things you like to eat from their own plate

heard you tell the same story multiple times but doesn’t point it out to you when you excitedly bring it up to them again

naturally goes along with a white lie you told and cover up for you when people question it

absentmindedly listening to a song completely different from their own taste in music that you made them listen to 

bringing up small trivia facts you told them to other people

“Do you want me to save food for you?”

“Call me when you get home?”

checking your phone late at night and see them go online the moment you open their message

brings an extra coat/scarf because they know you never check the temperature before going out

“I saw this and thought of you immediately.”

random snapshots of random animals at random times because they know you like that specific animal

slowly accumulating items that’s more your style than theirs

knows your schedule from the back of their heads (and gets shocked when there is a sudden change to your routine)

saying just the right thing to calm you down

holding your hand tight out of reflex when you are in a crowd

brings you up naturally in a conversation you are not in 

one look is worth a thousand words

believing in you even when you couldn’t do it yourself

“I’ll wait for you.”

adjusting the pace they walk in so you can catch up

turning around to check on you constantly when they are walking in the front

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