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I don’t care for specifics in setting, just the number in years apart. Cause I know people who will be like “that’s not okay he’s almost twice your age” yk

because i write about violent fictional men in a fictional setting while being mindful of most real world morals and ethics.

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Seeing Ghost with Freddie Mercury playing in the back is something I didn’t know I needed

RIGHT!!!!

big oaf

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What would be an appropriate age gap or are you not really into that idk (I mean for writing)

i don't see a problem with age gaps. personally i like the college reader x retired 141 who offers stability and security while reader offers rekindled purpose. i eat that shit up!!!! but idk if you had something in specific

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bub takes kyle to ‘favorite person+fruity pancakes’ morning and it BREAKS SIMONS HEART

lmaoooo trying to drag him to father and student day and simon's just over it. gotta try again and hopefully the next kid likes him better 😔

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just porn. and a comparison of cocks:>

finally deciding to sleep with ghoap after dating them for a couple of months, but because they're overwhelming together— you'd like to breathe, not drown— you decide to be with them separately for now to experience their gravity one at a time without getting completely swept away.

(you don't know whether to be insulted that they're playing rock-paper-scissors on who gets to go first or flattered that they both desperately want to be first. simon wins and johnny pouts.)

with simon, you'd been outright terrified. that thing between his legs didn't spring up when you made him lose the pants, didn't bob with each step he took toward the bed, toward you; gravity pulled it downward, each step he took made it sway heavily. if he hadn't taken the time to work you open, his thick fingers curling as his tongue focused on the apex of your pussy until your slick traced a sinuous path down his wrist, coming to stickily drip from his elbow onto the sheets, it would've ached a lot more than it did.

because it did. ache, that is. there was no staving off the discomfort of the stretch, the sting only spreading its sharp tendrils further when you took him to the root, the orgasms simon had wrenched from you only a thin barrier against the full brunt of it. but fortunately, your generous lover gave you as much time as you'd needed to accommodate, to give in, to surrender, and the pain bloomed into warm, rich pleasure when his hand slithered down to your hips, the pads of his fingers brushing over your oh so tender pearl and when you'd keened out a sigh, he'd begun to fuck you in earnest and anything after that is one big blur.

simon is a big guy. massive, really, built like he belonged on the battlefield. he did not take up space; he was space, so you hadn't been surprised that he'd been as egregiously endowed as he was. painfully fitting, you reckon.

so, when it's johnny that's pressing hot, wet kisses against the smooth column of your throat, you're gulping down a sigh of sharp relief when he breathes that while he's not as blessed as simon, he'll treat you better than him, he promises.

(still sore from having lost that silly game, you notice.)

johnny's thickly built but compact— all muscle and tightly coiled energy, like a fire burning too close, so you're expecting him to be proportionate the same way simon was.

oh, how grievously wrong you were.

what he lacked in length, barely an inch or two, who cares, was insignificant compared to his sheer, staggering girth. you'd thought simon was overwhelming, but johnny was something else entirely. it hung ominously, the thin, groomed skin above it seemingly stretched taut, strained with its density. what's worse, it didn't sway with his movements; it just hung there, rigid, a deadweight.

you'd survived simon just to die at the hands— and cock— of johnny.

figures.

(time had seemingly slowed when johnny had begun to sink into you, every second stretching as painfully as your poor cunt, fire licking at your nerves, spreading through your limbs in waves, one more intense than the last. your breath is shallow and uneven as your body resists, stubborn against the intrusion and johnny hooks his arm under your leg, just at the crook of his elbow— easy does it, hen, breathe f'r me— and he cants your hips to that sweet angle that allows him to slip in, like a stone sinking into a pond. The flood of relief you feel is euphoric in contrast to the raw feel of you being stretched to your absolute limit, and while the tension isn't completely gone, the fragile respite perched right on the edge of discomfort, it is a victory.)

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t!reader having secret handshakes with all her students and it drives simon crazy that bub won’t share what her secret handshake is

demands he has one with her too but it's just him trying to kiss her lmao

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Is there a reason you want to shot Mr. Miller? Or are you Mr. Miller?

mr. miller has already been shot and laid in his grave, i'm afraid. wait would that me the cowardly killer? idk.

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picturing daddy garrus trying to give you a baby

sighs.

everyone keeps telling him it's not possible; a human and a turian.

body physiology aside, it's unsafe. any ingestion. Mordin's warned the two of you enough already.

it doesn't stop him from trying anyway.

it doesn't stop his mandible from tickling against the shell of your ear, hot breath on your skin, growling voice burrowing through your brain as he tells you he wants you to make him a daddy.

you remember the first time the two of you ever tried this strange arrangement. how stiff he was. passing everything off with jokes, or slang comments to only be understood by other turians; not you; not a human.

oh, what a long way he's come.

everyone keeps telling him it's not possible.

but Garrus Vakarian has always liked bad odds.

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It’s the eye contact for me that will have me avoiding you at all costs

I got that tism in me

agreed! he's gonna have me staring at my feet while trying to make casual conversation even though we've been dating for years lmao whoops

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Im sorry just having a bit of a ramble here- Simon who snatched up one of them fanfic reading girlies (i.e the lot of us here on tumblr) whos main thing is masked men and old bird is like squealing over her fanfics and hes like “whats so good about some man plowing into you if ya cant see his mug?”

And shes like “its the eye contact that does it for me” and Simon is sitting there debating wether he brings Ghost into the bedroom more often

i can see what you mean because he's an intense bloke already, but when the mask comes on that intensity is amplified tenfold. like without the distraction of his face, all that's left is the raw weight of his presence— his gaze heavy with it, his attention sharp, narrowing like a pinprick, as if nothing else exists in that moment. to have that on you while you're at your most vulnerable would be almost drowning.

his steadfast attention would press down on you the same way his physicality does, demanding your surrender.

all of this is a recipe for one of the most spine-melting orgasms you can have in your life, and if that's what his girl wants, that's what his girl gets.

(not me tho yall be safe.)

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'Can you translate that from bullshit to english?'

-Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Simply HAD to make a moodboard for this utter ray of sunshine. He's SUCH a sweet pie 😭

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I’m sorry but I know I’d get distracted by his forearm, squeezing the muscle srry

gotta ask him to flex his fingers too for the full effect.

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SD!Simon has to take Bub to the doctor and it’s the only time he’s visibly nervous and bub is just acting like “yeah okay. I’ve seen worse.” Because she’s been on base since she was born and seen the recruits go through shit in training. T!Reader came along to help him and support him and is totally surprised by how visibly unsettled this giant soldier is.

this is so sweet and t!reader would hold his hand during this difficult time but is afraid he'll squeeze and break a few fingers so cupping a hand around his forearm will just have to do.

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bub can square up at home with the cat all she likes

*squints* is ruthie okay

not ruthie lmaooo

the unseasoned chicken breast is just dandy. maybe a little on the chonk side but fine nonetheless.

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i keep thinking about Ghost fucking you in mating press, and then squeezing your jaw tight in his hand until your mouth pops open just so he can spit in your mouth.

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having someone serve simon divorce papers and he takes them like one might take a flyer being thrusted into them on the street only to eventually have them back to you because he will not be severed from you- not by ink or law.